Not my best angles, I should kill this photographer-
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Not my best angles, I should kill this photographer-
I think you, Dio Brando, are really hot.
(he means thanks)
“ BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!!” Perhaps its best to not know what he is saying.
“I mean honestly, what even is the point of having dirty, drooling muts like you in my home?”
DIO, I THOUGHT YOU DIED; HOW ARE YOU STILL AROUND?!? ~Immortal-Speedwagon
He asks ME, but
…HOW IS HE STILL HERE???!
“even @immortal-speedwagon is confused”
Her emerald like eyes trailed the male in front of her up and down. Her slightly judgmental expression slowly curled into a somewhat sly smile. Tilting her head into her palm she held out a tube of chapstick. "Your lips look rather chapped is it from licking your licks so much?" Amelia suggested teasingly, following her words with short giggle. ((AH hA Ha---))
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The Lord raised a slight brow at her attitude, he could sense it from there. It was fresh and unique, unlike the others that bowed to him without question. It seems this mortal could resist the will crushing aura that surrounded him. His golden orbs fell to the tube of chapstick, his eyes shifted upwards to her body. Easy on the eyes, but a fierce attitude from the looks of it. His hands clasped and those tender lips finally separated to answer her question. “Perhaps, although when the lips upon mine face are pressed to that of others frequently they tend to stay in this state..” A smirk danced across his lips, in his nature to sweet talk and mortal within his presence.
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What it I... *licks Dio’s ass*
Dio turned his head to the anon, wide-eyed.
“Did i, Dio, say you could lick my ass..?”
~Brushy Brushy~
Dio brushed his fingers through his s/o’s hair, his nails gently scraping against their scalp. He hummed a gentle song, his voice deep and soothing which calmed his s/o. “Shhh..I’m here..” Dio wasn’t affectionate often, but they wouldn’t quit asking him for more love. He had obliged and didn’t mind too much. Dio took a brush that he used for his own hair often, then gently ran it through his s/o’s hair. He whispered compliments into his s/o’s ear about how soft it was every-now-and-then.
Dio continued to brush through his s/o’s hair, until they asked him to stop. They would rush towards him and hug his form. He would take them to his bed, where he would lay back and pull his s/o onto his chest. “Rest now, little one..~” Dio cooed to them, embracing their waist with his massive arms. He would even sing a small lullaby if his s/o asked nicely enough, his voice drifting them towards a deep slumber.
((( For @konoisisda based on a recent post of theirs. You inspired me so i’mma just give it to you lol, I hope you like it! )))
This is bad- who’s idea was it to let Dio raise two kids
His eyelid twitched violently.
“I can be a good father, just watch..”
His arms shook ever so slightly, as he tended to the children.