#dio scenario

it definitely would be a common occurance for this vampire king to have you on your knees in front of him

he seemed to have a thing for it....a b i g thing

the sight of you crawling in front of him, seated on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with pure, undisputed love and adoration

he absolutely relished that look, revelled in seeing you like that

he'd tug on your leash, bringing you higher up, cutting off air circulation for a bit whike he pressed his lips to yours

when he pulled away, he grabs your face for a second before smiling and grunting an order you were well accustomed to before pushing you back to the floor

inhaling, you'd move closer, lips pressing to the material of his trousers, feeling his dick harden through it

his head would move backwards, a low groan pushing through his lips

"Oh...baby." he'd moan, hand moving to tug at your hair "you've gotten so much better at this."

a smile would tug at your lips slightly when you glance up and see the way his head tilted back

youd pull his trousers down with your teeth, hearing him hiss through his teeth when your lips pressed against his tip

he'd thrust up into your mouth once you took him in, relishing the look on your face when you looked up at him

"I want to fuck your throat." he'd groan, hand gripping onto your hair and pushing you lower onto him, loving the needy moans that sounded against him

[ I apologize for the wait!  Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. ]

To say that the last few days had been chaotic was a lie.  It had been complete and absolute hell incarnate, and if you’d gotten a break in the past two weeks, you couldn’t remember it, either because it had been short or because you simply never received one.  Every waking hour (and not waking hour, albeit you were still up) had been spent on preparing the next offensive attacker, sparring with them at least ten times daily to ensure their stands were still up to shape, careful to never hurt them but still pushing them into dangerous situations all to check for skill, precision, power, and control.  Most had thankfully gained at least some insight to their stands.  If nothing else, you had certainly mastered yours.  And even though it drained you, somehow, at the end of the day, you were still in fighting shape, regardless of how many faux fights you’d garnered with Dio’s fellow servants, breaking a sweat but never backing down.  You never backed down.  There was a reason that you had so quickly climbed the ranks of Dio’s organization, and that certainly contributed, if not centered, the advancement in the hierarchy.  

Albeit it wasn’t so much hierarchy as it was watchmen - in other words, people of a standless lot than Dio had convinced to stake out all areas where the Joestars and their pack were likely to be snooping around, were rather replaceable, for the obvious reason that it would take nothing more than a sweet tongue to lure in another person to fill the place of a fallen stakewatcher.  Guards stationed around the watchmen were typically stand users, albeit with ones so weak that your training had nearly killed them instantaneously, simply to deter and provide a distraction for the enemies should they appear.  Then there were Dio’s most loyal servants - those with powerful stands, ready to destroy the Joestar bloodline at any and all cost, carefully placed around the world in accordance to the watchmen’s scouting.  Yet those past weeks you had lost almost all of them - watchmen, guards, and offensive servants alike.  That was why you had to put so much effort into ensuring the survival rate of those that remained.  But you were more than willing to do it.  After all, Dio was far too busy with planning to do so himself.

And somewhere in between that left you.  Since the day Dio had first scouted you, speaking his gentle words, ensuring that you were no longer alone, that you now had a home, a new way of life, a new family, an entirely new world, if you would simply hone your stand’s skills, your bond had only deepened.  The both of you knew there was hardly a time for love under the present circumstances, but showed it in the ways you could.  Hence why you were never stationed out.  If, by some miraculous feat, that ragtag band managed their way into Dio’s palace - his control center, specifically, where he poured over strategy after strategy, organizing his ambitions into actions - you were the last line of defense.  

This way, you wouldn’t have to leave him.

It was wordless, what you two shared, but words sometimes didn’t seem necessary.  All the times you could talk, however, were usually in Dio’s room, which you shared, making sure all was as well as it could be for the man as he occasionally doted on you, wrapping an arm around you and holding you as you drifted off, always ensuring your comfort and staying by your side for as long as he could, taking in the beautiful sight of you at peace after all of your hardest devotion to him and his cause, before taking off to make plans.  Sleeping wasn’t as necessary for him as it was for you.  But he always allowed you more time for resting than any of the others, even when everything had hit the fan.

As soon as you found yourself cornered in the current match, caught between surrendering or severely injuring and perhaps killing your fellow servant, a surprise greeted you: Dio himself.  “[Y/n].  You’re relieved from this, but come with me,” he ordered, waving away your partner and turning back just as quickly as he had arrived, albeit walking in a different direction now, towards the staircase leading down.

“Thank you,” you bowed before following him, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you, just barely quelled by the warmth in your heart as you followed your lover outside, only to swallow harshly and hold back a gasp of pleasant surprise.  In the clearest patch of the garden you frequently tended to was a blanket, surrounded by an entire banquet of food and drink, view wide and open to the unpolluted, bright stars above, the cool night air tickling your skin as it blew comfortably past, catching the bottom of your dress and lifting it gently behind you, fluttering just above your thighs.  You hadn’t a clue as to what was going on.

Dio strode past you, making his way to the picnic blanket and patting the empty space beside him.  “Come.”

Tentatively, you approached with light steps, still unsure of yourself as you sat beside him and took in the delicious smell entangling you to the ground, the illumination of the skies providing more than enough light for you to take in the beauty of your surroundings.  “Dio,” you began slowly, a breathy whisper, “what is this?”

“Consider it your break,” he replied lowly before taking you in, the tiredness evident in your voice and sleeplessness showing in the bags beneath your eyes, the way your eyelashes fluttered droopily atop your gorgeous eyes.  “There’s been no time for one before.  You deserve a reward for the work you have shown yourself capable of.”  His gaze never left yours.

Despite your fatigue, your eyes grew as wide as the moon, reflecting the dappled starlight dripping down, luminescent rain against the darkness of the rest of the world.  “You didn’t…this is for me?”

He shook his head.  “This is for us, dear [y/n].  You will join me, won’t you?”  

“Of course,” you smiled, heart pounding in your chest at the way his ever-stern golden glances seemed to melt, even if only by the slightest degree, as he looked at you and offered a small noise of approval.  “I don’t - don’t know what to say.  ‘Thank you’ just doesn’t seem like enough…”

“That is more than sufficient.  It is, after all, our first night truly together, in a time so long that not even I can remember.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled softly, closing your eyes for a moment before taking a bottle of Dio’s favorite fine wine and filling the both of your glasses with its earthy taste, notes of sweetness sinking in just the right amount for his taste and yours.  Much to your surprise, before you could so much as return your glass, he had taken your chin in his large hand and tilted it up, holding the glass to your lips and a rare simper flashing across his face as he instructed, “Drink.  You’ll feel much better.”

You did as told, savoring his strong but surprisingly gentle touch, closing your eyes and letting the calmness of your surroundings and the taste of the wine on your tongue and the way his hand rested beneath your head in, spreading a new type of tranquility you couldn’t ever quite remember having before throughout your body.  After you had finished he had poured you another glass as he sipped at his own, drinking it down until empty and refilling it, only to lie down.  

Following his movements, you found your gaze resting among the galaxy, the flickering stars resounding as though pulsating in sync with your own heart as your breathing relaxed, quickly followed by your body as Dio wrapped an arm around the small of your back, holding you beside him silently save for the occasional swallow of his drink and you of yours.  “This is gorgeous,” you smiled, taking it all in once more, still feeling as though you were in a dream, or a sort of delirium, only to be reminded by your partner’s presence and the tightening and loosening of his broad chest as he breathed quietly, his own eyes glued to the stars as well.

“When I was young,” he began quietly, voice full of nostalgia and something like remorse, “and in love, stargazing, the man would say something to his partner.”

Your ears perked up in intrigue.  As far as you knew, you were the only person Dio ever told anything about his past to.  It was a matter holed up deep within him, in an area that he seemed to remember only with hatred and distaste, and yet when he spoke now there were no signs of that typical tone.  Instead there was a gentleness.  A repose.

“I’m unsure as to if it’s still used today,” he continued, lips flicking up in a smile, “but I would like to say it to you.  It began with you saying the stars were pretty - gorgeous, in your case.  So now I’ll say ‘yes, but-”

“Forgive me for interrupting and the words to follow.  It’s still in use, Dio.  But it’s quite cliche.  So I ask of you, don’t say that I am prettier than the stars.”  A grin had formed upon your face despite your words, amused at his attempt and simultaneously blessed with the thought that he viewed you in such a way.  You had never been much of anything to anyone.  Just another person on the earth, wandering aimlessly, without a starting place and without a destiny, walking about in circles and searching for something you didn’t even comprehend.  But now you were someone.  The love of a man who had given you your purpose, guided you to your capabilities, encouraged you and adored you.  

Dio tilted his head, resting it atop yours, words nothing more than a murmur as though he was determined to maintain the tranquility of it all as your eyes began to close, then snap back open, only to drift together once more, breath deepening with sleep.  “I was going to say you are more gorgeous than the entire universe, but alright then, love.”  He saw the vibrant grin that curled your lips into a perfect smile as you turned into him, nuzzling against him absentmindedly in the stupor of such a display of admiration after everything the both of you had been through, felt the complete and total relaxation of your overworked muscles, taking the opportunity to kiss those beautiful lips that had so often whispered his name.  “Now, rest well, my [y/n].”