Maybe pissing off your creator wasn't the best idea. The evil vampire known as Dio wasn't a hard to irritate man. You just happened to pluck his nerves all the damn time. Running your bratty mouth which cause him to run his. It was a non-stop cycle between you two. And it wasn't like you guys didn't like each other, you loved one another, you were just both brats!
This time you just pushed him too far. Threatening to go off to worship "another god".
A damn dumb thing to say to the man who controlled everything around you. You were just going to have to learn the hard way.
Your throat burned and back was definitely sore from long he had you in between his thighs. Your head tilted off the edge of the bed and his hand wrapped around your throat so he could feel the bulge. He ignored the throbbing in your boxers. Swatting your thigh whenever you even got close to touching yourself.
"Much better like this. Surprised you can actually shut up for once in your life."
His hand wrapped around your throat to feel how he stretched it out. The mascara he had applied on you earlier in the day now all over your face. His free hand wiped the tears that fell from your eyes.
"Don't cry now, this is what you asked for."
The salty taste of his precum was all over your tongue. He pulled out from your mouth, grabbing your face and wiping his red angry tip over your lips. Moving back slightly only to cum all over your face. Painting it as a warning for the next time you decided to be bratty.
"Nasty thing. Breathe, breathe. Don't want you passing out on me."
His thumb pushed past your lips, making sure your pants and shaky breaths were slowly easing out. Giving you a light slap to the face he laughed at the way you whimpered. So desperate and perfect for him. That's why he was the only God you served. There could be no another.
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🩸— This is a dark romance with descriptions of violence, gore, racism, sexism, and NSFW themes. The reader is black in this AU but this story can be enjoyed by all walks of life. This chapter contains manipulation. (no smut, no gore)
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“(y/n), tell me, what does it mean to live?”
You froze in the middle of your actions. “Dio, what are you talking about?” You furrowed your eyes with concern. He didn’t exactly adorn his typical cunning look, but instead, more sullen. His thumb rubbed your inner waist tenderly as he held you.
It had been an indeterminate amount of time since your lustful night with Dio. Being held captive here with a stand user warping the mansion to prevent your escape made you lose track of time. You had gotten Dio to soften up by offering your body to him from time to time. But sometimes, your body isn't enough. To him, you weren’t just a body; a means to an end for his sexual gratification. You were a person, with a mind, and he wanted to know your thoughts. Your personality and intelligence are why he’s chased after you for so long. After all, his goal was to make you more like him. Today, he humbly requested that you sit on his lap and feed him desserts in an attempt to bond with you. It was him trying to follow Pucci’s advice for being a good husband but failing to make any sacrifices on his own part.
“You’ve walked free for 100 years. I want you to tell me what it means to live.” He reiterated. “I asked Enyaba but her answer was worthless to me.” You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. “Worthless?” You stuck the fork you had been using to feed Dio into the slice of cake you were sharing. A sigh left your lips. “Why didn’t you like her answer?” You tilted your head. Dio rested his head in his other palm. “Because, how would an old hag like her know what it means to live? I could just ask the undying beauty in front of me.” You expected his mouth to curl into a sly grin as usual. You expected his eyes to narrow at you like you were a piece of meat but—he didn’t.
Dio’s face was somewhat neutral as if he were trying to think. It was almost—cute. Perhaps, you should try to humor him…for once.
“To live is to be happy. To be free.” You told him, somewhat thinking of yourself. You were trapped and hopefully, he’d get the message.
His nose crinkled up upon hearing your words. You feared he didn’t like your answer either. What was he expecting? You gave context, hoping that it would make him feel a bit better since he wasn’t exactly getting what you meant.
“While I was by myself, I did things that made me happy. New things that I didn’t even know I could be good at. Like singing.” You smiled softly, thinking back to your days when you’d go by many different identities to keep making new music.
“Singing? How boring.” Your husband rolled his eyes and shifted his weight in his chair so that he was now looking away from you. Your smile faded and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “What’s boring is being trapped in a coffin for 100 years at the bottom of the sea!”
“Well, Darling, I didn’t have a choice. You did and you chose to entertain others. I want to hear more about your gluttonous adventures.” Dio began to smirk. He seemed to only be interested in what he liked and not what you liked. It sort of made you sad causing your neutral mouth into a frown. Your relationship was always just you trying to appease him and then he helps himself to whatever he wants, whether it be other women when you deny him, your attention, or your body when you’d finally give in.
“They weren’t ‘gluttonous adventures’ okay? I just can’t control myself sometimes—it seems.” Your gaze shifted to the ground. You were somewhat ashamed of your behavior. The more you tried to stop yourself from being a monster, the stronger that monster became. You heard Dio ‘hmph!’ next to you. “Well, for starters, you can stop starving yourself and feed freely.” His eyes returned to you before he instinctively got angry.
“And if you didn’t know, you can always feed like this…” He raised his hand to your neck. His large hand wrapped around your dainty throat. His claws entered your skin but it didn’t hurt. “…so when it comes to feasting on those beneath me, use your hands and reserve your lips for me.”
“You’re certainly one to demand exclusivity while you go around and impregnate other women.” You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the newfound anger any time you thought of his unfaithfulness. Dio’s smirk returned to his handsome face. “Should I have punished you some other way? I would’ve taken your womb by force but…I already have it.” He chuckled darkly. He waited with anticipation of his first child with you. It would be just one of many and they would grow up to rule the world, just like him. He just hoped that they wouldn’t take after their stubborn mother. The last thing he needed were lions that had soft hearts like sheep.
“And you’re oddly proud of taking away my autonomy.” Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration. You still didn’t like the language he used when talking to you…but that wasn’t a "you" problem. It was a Dio problem.
You had begun to lift yourself off of him only to be pulled back down. He secured his hand around your waist even further. “Oh, don’t you even think of leaving me yet.”
Dio leaned close. So close that his nose brushed yours. A smirk was plastered on his face and, for a moment, it seemed like he was about to kiss you…and you could tell he wanted to. His eyes were set on your plush lips that were already chapped from his excessive urge to press his lips to yours.
For a moment, it did seem like he’d kiss you until he pulled away. His eyes grew cold and he seemed annoyed that he needed to rip them away from your beauty. He looked around the room as if he heard something.
Enyaba suddenly entered the room. She mentioned something cryptic to Dio. Something about training the power of his stand. What power? The only thing you could call back to was your repeating actions the day you tried to leave him again.
His anger melted away before he released you. “I’ll come find you again.” He said as you got up from his lap. You wanted to ask what exactly he’d be gone for but you knew he wouldn’t answer you. The only way to find out would be to pry the information out of a servant..or use your stand on them.
You flashed him a charming smile. A smile that caused him to blush.
“Okay. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
Oh. So that’s what it meant to live.
Your smile. Your approval. Your happiness.
Your attention. Your body. Your mind. Your soul.
Your…everything.
Your motherly instincts made you check on Petshop. The sweet bird was just as loving as ever. Although you loved him, you couldn’t help but wonder why Dio chose a bird and not something like a cat or…dog. It felt as though he was mocking you—almost. You felt like a small bird in a cage of bones. A trap with no return. But Dio’s gift to you was a large bird. One that was free and could fly wherever it wanted. It would go out every day but return back to you with free will. Just thinking about it made your eyes fill with tears.
But before you could cry…you noticed something particular about Petshop. On his talons were…ice shards? At first, it didn’t mean anything but then you remember that you were in the middle of Egypt. It was much too hot for ice to last, let alone form at all. The bird allowed you to remove them but you’d surely bring this up to Dio later. You couldn’t help but feel like he was keeping things from you. Pet shop was beautiful but you couldn’t help but wonder where he came from. It was also clear that Petshop wasn’t an ordinary bird. He was somewhat larger than any bird you’d ever seen and despite being gentle with you, it looked ferocious. It had to be a while animal…
It was enough faking your happiness. What you really wanted was to find out how Joseph and his grandson were doing. Judging by the obvious, the boys must be successfully defeating Dio’s minions. The only other people who were close to you and Dio in the mansion were Enyaba and Pucci. In reality, he was more of a “friend” to Dio than to you but he often extended his kindness to you as well. You didn’t have any friends here. Dio’s minions “worshipped” you but the person who ultimately listened to was Dio. Any one of them would turn on you at the drop of a hat.
Some time had passed when you were with Petshop. You were mesmerized by your stand. She was so beautiful and although she looked like a humanoid creature, it felt the same as looking in a mirror when you saw her. You wished that you could fully understand her power. Enyaba refused to help you by orders of Dio and he had isolated you so much that you didn’t get to exercise your power at all.
That was until…
“Lady (y/n)…?”
An unknown person has entered Dio’s private study. Petshop’s relaxed body was not at attention, ready to attack anyone who dared come to hurt his owner.
“Yes?”
You were lying down in Dio’s oversized armchair by yourself when they had come in. You sat up, unable to make out the figure in the darkness. The voice and build let you know that it was a man but it wasn’t anyone you had recognized. As the man got closer, he gasped upon seeing you.
“You’re just as beautiful as Lord Dio described.”
Your eyebrows knitted together. “Who are you?” You questioned, seeing the person who came from the dark. It was a tall man with white skin. He was paler than Dio and he had brown hair. His outfit consisted of a purple jacket and leotard decorated with a similar heart motif that your husband’s new yellow clothes adorned. The ones that Enyaba had just begun tailoring for him.
“Please, my lady, call me Vanilla Ice.” The odd man got on his knees, clasping his hands together as if he were begging for mercy. “Lord Dio has assigned me to be your personal servant from now on.”
Your eyebrows raised. “My personal servant?”
Petshop observed your body language before going back to rest. It seems Vanilla Ice wasn’t a threat.
“Why would Dio send you now? I don’t need to be served.” You crossed your arms. Somehow, you felt less sympathy the more often you saw Dio’s minions. Perhaps, you were jaded from knowing Dio all your life because you couldn’t understand how he was able to charm so many when he was barely charming in your opinion.
“I’m sorry, my lady, but Lord Dio insisted. I am not allowed to let you out of my sight.”
Your eyebrows knitted together. “Out of your sight? For what purpose?” You crossed your arms. “Explain yourself.”
Vanilla Ice began to sweat. You could see the droplets forming on his forehead. “M-My Lord has told me that I shouldn’t burden you with such details…”
“What? I just spoke to him. Take me to where he is right now.” You commanded, making the servant’s expression worsen. “But—” The man took a step closer to you.
“Now.”
“Lord Dio doesn’t believe you should leave this room anymore. He’s told me that you may be jeopardizing his future plans.”
He was trying to lock you away again, huh? Well, you wouldn’t allow that. Especially not in this hot Egyptian Heat.
“I don’t care! Take me to him right now or I’ll find him myself.” Just as you finished speaking, you felt a sense of regret. You didn’t know this man. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have yelled at him…but what is done is done.
Unbeknownst to you, Dio was only just training to harness the power of his stand, but he was taking time to create insurance for you and himself, solidifying the chances of his return. He knew you didn’t approve of his relationship with Pucci. You’d never stop pestering him about it and he didn’t want to risk your stand undoing any progress he’s made in grooming the boy into doing exactly what he wants.
Vanilla Ice couldn’t help but get antsy. He felt as though failing Dio’s orders would get him on his bad side.
Upon taking you to Dio, you saw that this room was much darker than most. Enyaba was there as well. If you were being honest, you began to dislike her. She filled Dio’s head with disgusting thoughts of plot and murder. You felt as though any progress you made in your relationship with him was undone by her. It made you want to kill her. That feeble old woman.
“Oh? And what is this?” Dio’s voice held an innocuous tone. He didn’t see upset that Vanilla Ice couldn’t so easily contain you. Around his hands were purple vines with thorns. They looked slightly out of place as if they weren’t real. At least, you hoped that your husband wasn’t actually sprouting vines from his forearms. “I am NOT letting you lock me up again.” You hissed as you pushed your way into the room, disregarding anyone who may be watching. No matter how angry you’d get, Dio hardly saw you as a threat. He could even admit that he enjoyed it when you clashed with him. The thought of a pretty rose poking him with thorns kept him on his toes. No matter what, you fueled his love for you and his ego.
Perhaps, Ice was the wrong person for the job.
“That’s fine. I won’t lock you away.” Dio manipulated his voice to sound inviting. Maybe he made a mistake. The two of you were doing so well together. The vibes that surrounded his hands and forearms grew and they subtly made their way over to you. Instinctively, you took a step back, not yet familiar with the variety of stand powers due to Dio’s constant sheltering of you and withholding secrets.
You backed into the chest of a large man. He held you by your shoulders, not allowing you to escape. The vines wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to Dio.
You weren’t able to resist the sensation filling your body right now. It was from the vines. You reached down to try to remove them but that only made them hug your waist tighter. A smug look covered Dio’s visage. He waited until your bodies were only inches away before he spoke.
“What is your stand power? As my wife, you must answer and you must do it truthfully.” His hands settled on either side of your waist as the ethereal plants layered themselves around you.
You had no idea what Dio was referring to…
You didn’t know what your stand did. You just talked to people and things happened.
Dio’s eyebrows knitted together slightly at your hesitation. He opened his mouth to speak but you finally spoke first.
“Mother’s Mercy can cause its targets to make better decisions.”
The man raised an eyebrow. His fingers squeezed slightly before pulling you a bit more forward. “What else? Is that it?” He asked you. Well, more so, he asked Hermit Purple. The stand was forcing you to give information. “Better decisions?” He repeated. In a fit of frustration, he let you go. He stepped away from you and his face became one of disgust. “How worthless.”
A stand is a manifestation of the soul. You were his Queen, his Goddess who would rule alongside him. So, why has the universe granted you such a gentle stand?
“Enyaba, can I shoot her again? Would that give her a more ruthless power?”
The old woman shook her head. “Shooting the arrow again would not have any chance of improving her granted abilities and it could disrupt the pregnancy.” She grumbled, pointing her walking stick at your belly. It was protruding a little bit. Weeks have passed since you got pregnant and now you are beginning to show.
“No, Dio, please. Not again.” Your voice was quiet as a mouse and you shook your head, recalling the pain you were in when you were first shot with the stand arrow. It felt like you had been boiled alive. The sensations were unnatural. Even with your vampire augmentation, you were unable to resist its torture.
“What good is a stand that makes my associates join my enemy? I should just lock you up and be done with it.” He began to pace around the room. “Show her out.”
You felt Vanilla Ice tug on you but you didn’t budge. Snatching your shoulder away from him, you stepped towards your husband. “I am not going back to that room. I’m not staying locked up. I want you to stop this and call off your henchman from attacking Joseph and his grandson.”
Dio didn’t turn to address you. “And why would I do that?”
“Because, they didn’t do anything to you, Dio.” Your furrowed your eyebrows. A “tsk” sound left his mouth once you said that.
“Do you know what Jonathan did to me…?” His tone shifted. He sounded hurt but angered as well. Dio strode over to you and grabbed your delicate hand with force. He raised it to his neck and your fingertips tips grazed the scarred issue that kept his severed head on that stolen body. “He did this. On the night of our wedding.”
“What was supposed to be the most special night of my life that I waited years for…” He let go of your hand and you let it fall to your side. You couldn’t tell if he was being vulnerable or arrogant but it seemed personal.
While Dio might've felt like you were the only woman to ever understand him, the reality was that you didn’t. You were just able to adapt well to his unstable personality. Perhaps, that’s why he clung to you like this. Maybe, he knew and simply didn’t care if the two of you understood each other. Maybe…all that matters to him is that he could be himself and you couldn’t run away.
“So, you’re going to kill a random child because you feuded with Jonathan?” Your thumb ran over the tip of your index and ring finger.
Already, you memorized the feeling of his scars. You barely touched them. You never wanted to even though it was clear Dio yearned for it. He was too prideful to beg for it too. You didn’t want to acknowledge the confusing reality that you could be having the child of Jonathan. It made your heart want to burst. It made you want to disappear.
“Jotaro Kujo isn’t a random child. I want to destroy what’s left of the Joestars…” He made Hermit Purple appear again. “And if my minions can’t dispose of him then what better way than to do it with Jonathan’s body?”
The stand snaked up your arm and you could feel its imaginary thorns sinking into your skin. “And if you love me, you’d understand. Do you love your God?”
The same sensation from before took control of your body. So many things ran through your head but you couldn’t form any speech. “E-Erm…” you purse your lips but soon find yourself unable to make eye contact with Dio. His face became increasingly more alert. His pupils retracted as his eyes widened.
Hermit Purple vanished. You couldn’t answer even while being forced to talk.
“Get her out of my sight and take her back to her room. If she resists, use force.”
hey. thx for the wait.
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i cant remember if someone else was supposed to be tagged so pls let me know if you're missed.
Been playing more since I've had time to recover from exams and new head canon formed- Primis Nikolai has a sensitive stomach. In DE and Revelations, he has some quotes that involve throwing up perks, poor thing.
Dude it'd be so cool if someone wrote a fanfic ab DIO making Vanilla Ice and the reader fuck even though they hate eachother because they think the other is DIO's favourite and they get jealous, when DIO actually likes them both (in a twisted way) and he's just playing with them
Hey @michelle-zeppeli, darling!✨ That's the villain part of your request, hope you like it~
Also, sorry again for spliting the request in two posts😬
SFW
Dio
Okay, first of all, u are VERY lucky! He actually really likes you, how did u do it?!
You are the only person that he treats well.
Treat you like a doll, brush your hair, choose your dresses, put the accessories on you and, especially, likes to put your shoes on and kiss your leg🤭 (And yeah, u have matching clotches with him).
He dances classic musics with you, like your two are in a ballroom.
Really treat you like his princess, u are always with The World by your side, usually, holding your hand.
Loves to pamper you, it's strange to see that soft and lovely side of him, but you like it.
Kira
If you ask nicely, he will paint your nails to match with your dress.
Do you have cat-themed accessories?
Like both your hands AND you. He is actually shy around you, it's been a while since he really liked someone.👉👈
Suprise hugs from behind, 'cause he gets red and don't want u to see it.
Sometimes kneels down and kisses your hand, like he is greeting a real princess, well, for him u are a princess.
KILLER QUEEN LIKES YOU TOO!🥺 (He tries to make Kira closer to you)
Kars
Goes to "What are those clotches" to "Guess they're pretty on you" in like, five seconds.
You managed to break his facade, congrats!🎉
The other pillar man are actually really surprised to see Kars in such a good mood due to a human.
Don't matter how tall or whatever you are, he will put you on his lap and brush your pretty hair while you tell him about whatever you want.💜
Not very good in pampering you, but will kiss your forehead very often.
Gives you some ancient jewelry that match your eyes.
NSFW
Big horny for them (b ⁰▽⁰)b~✧˖*
Dio
Blood kink, but will not turn u into a vampire without your consent.
Loves to pour wine on your naked body and lick it.
Please, PLEASE, leave marks on him, specially scratches! He just loves it.
When he is horny, he will tear your clothes apart don't matter where, in the mansion, u two are. (don't worry, later he will give u a better one)
Will provoke you until your clit is aching and u are on the edge, begging for his cock
"Periods don't stop nothing but a sentence, baby girl"
Kira
Calls you kitty.
Loves to run his hands all over your body, studying every spot of you.
Dom-switch.
Do a hand job for him when he is stressed from work.
Slow and intense, besides he is shy and you are a princess, he will fuck you and use toys on you.
His hand just don't leave your clit, he wants to make you cum with him.
Kars
Loves to see your defenseless form under him.
Size kink, will fuck you in full Nelson.
Start licking your legs, then up we go.
Fingering you while whisper in your ear if that's the composure a "princess" should have.
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I'm simply playing with the Barbies in my head at all times you silly geese. Putting the rest of my thoughts under the jump because this is gonna be long.
That is a fictional man who would undoubtedly dress well in all timelines and universes. In some he's in well tailored suits made exclusively for him, some he's adorned with glittering jewels and loosely draped fabrics, and others he's sealed skin tight into fine leathers and latexs.
In every universe he demands nothing less than the finer things. Maybe it's the creature comforts of his Victorian/Gilded era descent that bathe him in rich, crushed velvets and rippling silks, painstakingly carved wooden treasures, and the romantic jewel toned scenery. It could be the semi-dated 80s luxuries like the enormous lounge worthy spaces bathed in low, dramatic lighting paired with marbled surfaces cool to the touch and plants he'd only dreamed of seeing from books and illustrations. My personal favorite is some bastardized blend of Gilded era wealth and decadence that's been passed through the ages but met with modernized lighting and things only copious amounts of modern wealth could purchase like exorbitant collections of custom made/designer apparel and private transportation at the flick of the wrist.
He is, at the core of all things, a hedonist who takes long after he's had his fill because of the memory of once having nothing; after all why shouldn't he take the world for all it's worth?
Though bathed in the misplaced adoration of others I think Dio would value his solitude more than anything, vampire or not. He would pour over any written piece he found interesting and spend hours going down rabbit holes of personal interest, especially if it befenitted him. I think this is what would make him a good lawyer in all honesty if he'd never become a vampire or wasn't in some other modern universe. He would be in it for the sheer nosiness of it all, the unadulterated thrill in tearing apart a case to possibly tear apart someone's life and reputation.
Sending things asunder is one of his greatest pleasures; his narcissistic tendencies make him make sure his achievements are on the backs of others under his boot.
The few people that pique his interest would be ones that are either just as treacherous as he is or are the emotional equivalent of him playing with his food through yet to be seen displays of charismatic prowess.
In all first impressions he is charming, dedicated, and well intentioned but it's after several interactions he's revealed to constantly be manipulating things to his own obsessions and ambitions.
And oh is he obsessive and ambitious to a fault; so much so that it's often the fuel of a usually well controlled but still just beneath the surface pit of rage.
I'll probably come back to this because Dio thoughts keep me out of the worst of the void but these are ones I have a lot.
dio has a fear of water and you cant change my mind
who wouldn’t be scared of water after spending a hundred years at the bottom of the ocean in a coffin… on that note, he’s probably claustrophobic too. That explains why his mansion is so large and empty.
