Anything Dio, I beg of you. 😔 I miss that sexy evil man
oh, darling!
dio x fem!reader
notes ;; i hope u don’t mind that it’s nsfw .. had this in the drafts for a bit and finally got an opportunity to post it lol — if u don’t like it then lmk! i’ll cook up a sfw one shot for him :))
nsfw — minors && ageless blogs dni .
dio is so, so mean to you.
you try your hardest to be good for him but he always ignores all the times you try your best to behave but if you even dare to take one step out of line, he’s so quick to pick up on that and punish you appropriately.
stepping just a little bit out of line is what lead to your predicament: you sprawled out on his bed with barely anything to cover your naked body and dio’s face buried deep within your legs.
his punishments are always so torturous for you and your body; it’s almost as if he enjoys seeing you squirm and twitch with every touch; almost as if he loves to hear his name being spilled from your mouth. (he does enjoy it, he enjoys it very much.) (he loves knowing that your little brain cannot comprehend anything that isn’t his touch.)
right now, he was using both of his hands to spread your legs apart, his sharp nails slightly digging into your soft flesh—you know it’s gonna leave marks later but you were in too much estacsy to care.
you hear him click his tongue, ‘you’re so wet—honestly, i haven’t even done anything to you yet you’re already dripping.’
‘dio please—‘
you hear him sigh as he harshly pushes two fingers in. from the lack to over stimulation, you can not help but gasp at the sudden insertion. but, as quick as his fingers came, they left almost immediately.
‘dio…’ you whine; your words sound incoherent, you’re begging him to do something, give you some sort of relief but to no avail—it’s dio after all, he’s not the one to play kindly.
‘do you deserve it, pet?’ he asks, even though you’re in such a blissful, even your pent-up self knew that he was smirking. he was always like this—teasing and making sure to constantly remind to whom you belonged to.
and, once those words penetrate your ears, you know you’ll be in for a long, long night.
🩸— 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.”
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* Song Drabble
* Dio Brando x Reader
* Angst
* You would do anything to serve your lord. So when you lost him all those years ago and suddenly he returned to you. You refused to leave him again, even if it mean't risking your life for him, much to his dismay.
* Based of the Vocaloid song: Servant of Evil
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Oh my king you have me as your fateful servant alone
We were once torn apart when our fates should have shone
Oh my king you shield me from dangers deadly call
I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my own…
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“(y/n), darling…do you trust me?”
You have been a servant of Dio from the start, you remember meeting him alongside Jonathan all those years ago and you felt enthralled by him.
You wanted to be by his side for the rest of your life.
Most of your friends called you weird and desperate for going for someone like him. They just didn’t understand him like you did.
So when he turned himself into a vampire, you of course followed him. You were in love with him, and he knew that. You didn’t mind if he used your love for him to get what he wanted, as long as he was happy.
He turned you into a vampire too, so that he could have you by his side forever. So when he refused to let you help in the fight against Jonathan and sent you away, you were crushed. It made it worse when you heard about his “death”
“Of course I trust you my lord..”
You were devastated without him. You went on, never aging by yourself, going about your days feeling completely lost.
So when the familiar male shows up at your doorstep, that same smirk on his face from all those years ago. You quickly jumped into his arms and allowed him to take you back to where ever he was.
“Such a good pet…waiting for me all these years..” He would say, placing a kiss to your cheek as he holds you close to his chest.
You stay quiet and just bask in his presence.
Dio would fill you in on his plans to destroy the Joestar bloodline. He would show you the stand arrow he acquired and smirks at you, asking you the same question he asked you all those years ago.
“Do you trust me. My love?”
You nodded your head, heart swelling with pride as he called you his love. It made you feel like you were truly his one and only. You didn’t even question when the shooting pain went through your abdomen as he pushed the stand arrow into you.
Or the burning pain on your forehead as he placed his hand there, talking you through it, telling you that you were doing so well. Dio would place a kiss on your lips as he caresses your face, staring deep into your eyes.
“We have to get rid of the Joestars, My darling pet. If you want us to live together without anyone disturbing us. If you don’t want to lose me again. We have to rid them of our world.”
You knew what to do, so when Dio sends you off to Japan. You have a set goal in mind, to make him happy. You wanted to be with him for the rest of your life. You wanted to be his and his alone, and if that meant getting rid of anyone in the way. You would do it.
Yet, why when you confronted the Stardust Crusaders, they told you otherwise.
Jotaro, the main one you were sent to get rid of just simply stares at you. Mainly at your forehead. He fought against you, grabbing you and removing whatever was there, the burning sensation on your forehead gone and you stared in confusion.
“Tch. He’s just using you. He had a fleshbud attached to you.”
You looked at him in confusion. “W-wait what? But lord Dio only give those to people he doesn’t trust! He w-wouldn’t give that to me..I’ve been there since the beginning..” You looked at the males around you. Jotaro, Kakyoin, Avdol, Polnareff, and Joseph. Joseph looked at you with a sympathetic look.
“Is he all you know?”
“Y-yes! I’ve been with him since we were younger!”
“Did you follow his orders then?.”
“..y-yes..he’s my lord..my l-love. I’ll always follow him…”
You suddenly felt as if your world was crashing down. Talking to Kakyoin and Polanreff, who also were ‘servants’ of Dio.
“If he sent someone like you out so early. He didn’t trust you, he got rid of you because he saw you as a throw away. Someone in the way of his true plan.”
The males looks at you and could see as the light that you had behind your eyes dimmed. You were seeing the truth, that your friends were right. He was only out there for himself, he was only doing this for himself, and he would manipulate anyone to get what he wants.
And that person was you.
That’s probably why he was surprised when you answered your door. It wasn’t because he was happy to see you.
It was because he knew he could manipulate you once again.
“So will you join us to stop him? To prevent him from using people like you again.”
Dio was wondering what was taking his darling so long. He knew whatever stand you developed was more than enough to defeat the crusaders. He was confident in you, you were here his entire life. You never questioned what he told you to do, and simply listened to his every beck and call.
He adored you for this.
He could not wait, because once he destroyed those pesky Joestars, he could live with you peacefully. Turn you into his pretty wife, the perfect woman right beside the perfect man.
“Lord Dio! The crusaders are here!”
He sighed.
“And I care why?”
“Cause they are entering the place! And they have (Y/n) with them!”
That caught his attention. They had you? He had long sent some lower servants to collect you. He growled in annoyance. “Stop them and Get my darling.”
The servant nodded and quickly left his chambers. Dio slams the book down he was reading before running a hand through his hair. How could this be? You were his one and only, his most trusted servant, the one who’s been with him since day one.
So why were you helping them?
Dio didn’t have time to think about it. He would defeat them and then the two of you could be happy once more together. He knew this wasn’t you and that you were simply brainwashed into going against him. He would stop them and he would find a way to get you back to your previous mindset.
He heard his door slowly crack open, and footsteps walking towards him. He groaned in annoyance before freezing time. He was far too frustrated to deal with anyone now, and his servants knew not to bother him when he was upset.
He walks over to see it was one of the lower level bastards he sent earlier. He quickly dispatches them, a hole through the stomach and slammed against the wall.
Dio returns to his spot, his annoyance through the roof until he heard something that would change his life forever.
“L-lord dio...”
Whipping his head around, he saw that it was not the servant he saw it was.
But it was you.
A hole through the stomach, blood staining your beautiful clothes and skin as it started t pour from your mouth.
Dio rushed over to you, the first time you’ve seen this expression on his face. It was one of worry and…fear. Dio quickly picked you up to cradle you in his arms. He watches as you struggle to keep your eyes on him, a weak smile on his face.
“M-my stand..is powerful right…you didn’t even know it was me..”
He watches as a violent cough ripped through you, blood started to stain Dio’s own clothes.
“(Y/n). Who made you do this!? WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?” He voice boomed in the room, but you simply gave him a smile.
“I-i wanted…I wanted to..” You locked eyes with him.
“I wanted to mean something..more than a pawn..more than a pet…i-i’m so sorry my lord..i’ve disappointed you.” You took a weak hand to his face, staining his cheek with your blood, giving one final weak grin before Dio watched the light drain from your eyes.
Dio watched your body go limp before holding you closely in his arms. He quietly walked over to the large bed that the two of you once shared together, sitting down.
Dio didn’t cry. The last time he did was when he would visit his mothers grave, and that was when he was still human. But as the light shined on his face, tears could be seen streaming down his face. The one peace of his humanity. The last piece of his past, gone.
He clenched his fist, before fire lit behind those red eyes of his.
Those damned Joestars were going to pay.
And he was going to bring you back.
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Oh my king you had me as your faithful servant alone,
We were once torn apart, where our fates should have shone,
Somehow in our next life, if we ever meet again..
Let us be together once more..
Session requested by @adarksoul098, who writes “Pls can you do dio part 3 therapy sessions”! Why yes, I can!
There are a lot of issues I could have chosen to focus on, but many of them carry over between parts 1 and 3, so I focused on an issue that is primarily seen in part 3 far more than it is seen in part 1, which is the loss of his agents (who, let’s be real, are his only friends).
Check out the sessions masterlist!
As a quick reminder, here are the fates of each of the agents in part 3 that will be referenced in this session:
Gray Fly - (D) Brain hemorrhage due to the destruction of his stand
Impostor Captain Tennille - (D) Drowned after his stand’s head was pierced by Star Platinum
Devo - (D) Impaled to death by Jean Pierre Polnareff’s Silver Chariot
Rubber Soul - (R) Beaten by Star Platinum
J. Geil - (D) Stabbed to death by Jean Pierre Polnareff’s Silver Chariot
Nena - (D) Internal hemorrhaging via destruction of her stand
Wheel of Fortune/ZZ - (R) chained to a rock and left to starve to death
Enya Geil - (D) assassinated by Steely Dan via the flesh bud implanted in her head
Steely Dan - (R) Slammed into a nearby building
High Priestess/Midler - (R) Teeth knocked out and left unconscious and convulsing on a beach
N’Doul - (D) Committed suicide via the use of his Stand, Geb
Mariah - (R) Every bone in her body crushed. Potentially dead (Never stated)
Daniel J D’arby - (R) driven to hysteria
Hol Horse - (R) shot in the head by his own stand, missed his skull
Terence T D’arby - (R) beaten by Jotaro Kujo’s Star Platinum
Vanilla Ice - (D) disintegrated by the sun due to him becoming a vampire.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a licensed therapist and this account is for fun and for the purposes of seeing the characters we love get therapy. If you feel you suffer from any issues stated in these sessions, please get help.
DIO: I would prefer it if we could get this over with quickly, you know. I have far better things that we could be doing with our time.
Therapist: I suppose that is the closest thing to a “hello” that I’m going to get from you, DIO?
DIO: Are you going to dawdle on, Therapist?
Therapist: Then I suppose I will have to cut to the chase. DIO, are you aware that your… colleagues-
DIO: Agents.
Therapist: I beg your pardon?
DIO: They are my agents, they work for me. “Colleagues” is hardly the way to put it. They are my agents, they worship me and love me as if I were God.
Therapist: Funny.
DIO: How so?
Therapist: Are you aware of the various injuries they have received over the course of working with you?
DIO: What do you mean, Therapist?
Therapist: Two passing away from internal hemorrhaging, one drowned, several severely beaten and one dying from the injuries, several being stabbed or impaled to death, one assassinated by another one of your “agents”, one ending his life, one disintegrating, one being left to starve, one slammed into a building, one having her teeth knocked out while another had every bone in her body crushed, one driven to hysteria, and one shot in the head but miraculously surviving. A few abandoned you but I am legally required not to disclose who they are nor their whereabouts.
DIO: You have notes on all of them?
Therapist: Yes I do, DIO. Now, please answer the question, are you aware of each of them?
DIO: Some of them were more like… lovers to me. Some like family. Some I felt I had to control because I feared they would turn against me. All of them were so willing to go to their ends for me, and I am forever grateful for that. I am forever grateful for the love I received from each and every one of them. A shame that some will never know.
Therapist: Why did you feel that they would leave or turn against you if they weren’t under your control?
DIO: Those in my life who were out of my control always ended up hurting me in the end.
Therapist: Would your father be one of those people who hurt you?
DIO: How would you know about that?
Therapist: Next to your name, where we asked you to write your last name, it appears as though you began to write something down but it appears that you covered it up with more pen. By normal naming conventions, you would have taken your father’s last name. DIO Bran-
DIO: I abandoned that name long ago.
Therapist: Why?
DIO: That is unimportant.
Therapist: So would he happen to be the reason why you no longer feel safe unless you are controlling the people who scare you?
DIO: Nothing scares me, I am the perfect being.
Therapist: DIO, darling, if nothing scared you, then why would you have to control the things around you?
DIO: I…
Therapist: I’m not doubting your strength, DIO. I am not doubting that you are a powerful person in the slightest, I think that you are quite strong, in fact. The simple fact of the matter is that you seem afraid of the people around you leaving you or hurting you if you do not control them.
DIO: Some of them follow me because they love me.
Therapist: I’m sure they do, DIO. Do you ever miss them?
DIO: I am the embodiment of perfection, they followed me because they love me. Some, I loved back. Some were sexual partners while others were… more than that.
Therapist: Would you care to elaborate?
DIO: No. I would not like to.
Therapist: I will have to save that for another session, then.
DIO: Another session? It is already ending?
Therapist: No, DIO. We have much more to talk about, but I would like to focus on this one topic for right now. I assume we will be having many more sessions together.
DIO: Ah, alright. I see what you mean now, Therapist. You have quite the effect on people who are down on their luck.
Therapist: We can talk about me another time. DIO, I want you to stop with all of that “perfection” talk. It’s alright to not be perfect when you are in here.
DIO: Why would I lie and say that I wasn’t?
Therapist: Choose your words carefully.
DIO: I wish for you to be truthful with me, Therapist.
Therapist: If you were truly as perfect as you say you are, you wouldn’t need to find outside influences to control people. They would follow you willingly, without a second thought.
DIO: The ones willing to die for me, was it my fault?
Therapist: I’m not sure about that, DIO. Frankly, in the end, they made the choice to be ready to die for you. The fault truly lands on no one. Death is a fate that must come to us all, in one way or another, whether mortal or immortal.
DIO: Death doesn’t come for the immortal, and I, DIO, am immortal. You know nothing of immortality, Therapist.
Therapist: Death comes to the immortal, DIO. Death will take the ones we hold dear until we are left with none but ourselves. How will we spend immortality if it is constantly spent watching the ones we hold closest pass away?
DIO: You have never lost anyone you loved as much as I loved them, you wouldn’t understand.
Therapist: We aren’t here to talk about me, DIO. We are here to talk about you. Continuously, you have dodged the question. Do you miss your agents?
DIO: Friends. Lovers. Partners. Mine.
Therapist: Do you miss them?
DIO: More than anything.
Therapist: If you could go to them right now and say anything, what would you say?
DIO: There are too many different words I wish to say to each of them.
Therapist: The ones that come to your mind.
DIO: N’Doul, I loved you as well, far more than you know. Your faith in me to give you a new chance was something I cherished, and I wish you hadn’t gone so fast. I would have loved to see you once again. Mariah and Midler, your love for me to the point of your irreparable injuries is what will convince me to fight far past the point of which I am physically able, but your love has always helped me… push forward, so to speak. Vanilla Ice, your willingness to go so far as to die twice for me will live in my heart forever. Enya… Enya…
Therapist: Take your time, DIO.
DIO: Enya, you were like the mother that I missed so dearly. I am so deeply… sorry… that you had to pay the ultimate price with the flesh bud that I implanted in your head. It was the easiest way for me to ensure that you wouldn’t be able to leave me as she did, those many years ago.
Therapist: I applaud you for saying those things. It can be very difficult.
DIO: I must live the rest of eternity without those who loved me the most. There is nobody left.
Therapist: That isn’t true, DIO. Midler is sure to make a quick recovery from her injuries. Mariah, she is currently in an unstable condition, but they are working around the clock to make sure that she is alright. Terence is expected to make a full recovery as well. You have people on your side, DIO. There will always be somebody left.
DIO: With what they suffered for me, they won’t be coming back.
Therapist: Well, DIO, you know I will always be here. I abandon no one, not even if they have done the worst of things. I stay because I want to, and no matter what happens, I will stay with you. Alright?
DIO: Alright.
Therapist: It has been a lovely session with you, DIO. Hopefully, I shall see you again.
DIO: I will see you soon.
Therapist: Remember not to blame yourself, okay? Ultimately, the choice to be willing to die for you was theirs and theirs alone.
real work? no no no, we’re going to make a 20-30 slide PowerPoint examining not decisive standabilities, not plot holes and what they could mean, not actual, valid things...
...but who the top is in Dio and Pucci’s relationship.
hellooo jjbablr, ive opened up a side blog to write about jjba — i write for every character ever (including part 7-9) so if anyone wants to sends some requests, my inbox is open !!!
plsplspls send johnny requests, he’s my favourite ever <33
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.
Sexualization/Objectification of the Fem! Reader, violence against the reader (it's tame, reader-chan is strong.) Not Beta read bc I am a piece of shit.
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There was only one thing Dio craved the most in this world; something that was worth more than fame or fortune. Something that Dio took the time to remove every obstacle in his way to get it: Your attention. It didn’t matter if you were sad, angry, or happy. As long as it was because of him, it was something he desired. The man would go to any lengths just for you to stop what you’re doing and acknowledge him in any way. He reveled in it.
Now, you were where he wanted you: In his castle, undying and given a stand of your own. What now? Well, you were still rejecting him. There was no Jonathan or Erina in your ear telling you how bad he was. It irked him. All the hard work he’s done and you’ve still yet to show any affection to him. You’ve even stopped reciprocating completely. Why? Surely, it couldn’t be because he lied to you and choked you until you passed out when you tried to leave? Women like that, right? No?
Oh.
Still, you were in no position to soft-block his love and not show it back. In the end, his actions wouldn’t mean anything because he would give you the world and he would make sure you knew this. The straw that broke the camel’s back was your lack of reaction during sex. The experience wasn’t enough when he was satisfying himself alone. He loved when he knew he could conquer your body; seeing you whimper and squirm at his skills.
But, you would just lay there. Your expression was wrapped in a bored look as his body trapped you from above. Whenever Dio wanted more lewd favors, such as desiring you to go down on him, you wouldn’t participate. He would try exercising power over you by making you get on your knees while pressing his member against your cheek and lips. He tried to get you to do something. Anything. Even if it were just sex he wanted your attention more than anything else. It was like you held no love for him anymore. If only you understood the meaning behind all of his actions, you wouldn’t be upset.
Unsatisfied with your behavior, Dio stormed out, once again swearing that prostitutes would appreciate him more than you. Since he is gone now, it would probably be best to speak to Dio’s subordinates.
You found Noriaki once again. He seemed to have a gift for you. You honestly didn’t believe you’d see him again, so it came as a surprise to you.
“Lady (y/n!)”
You smiled softly once you noticed him. “Oh, Noriaki. You haven’t left yet?” You tilted your head. You could’ve sworn that Dio sent him off to pursue Joseph’s grandson. The young boy was oozing with excitement as he approached you. He only hummed at your question at first, debating if he should engage in future conversation, fearing that he may upset Lord Dio.
The flesh bud on his forehead typically prevented him from going out of his way for such a thing but…you made him feel different. Somehow.
“N-No, I couldn’t help but—“ Noriaki quickly sucked in at the sudden contact you made with him using your stand. It showed itself from behind you and lifted his bangs like so. It was then you saw the flesh bud. Your suspicions of Dio were correct.
The school boy opened his mouth to speak before you talked over him. “I’m sorry he’s done this to you.” You muttered, frowning just a bit. Your stand retracted into your body and faded away. “Did what?” Noriaki repeated, adjusting his hair back accordingly.
“Nothing.” You gave him a cheery eyed smile. You then cleared your throat and sighed. “I already know why you’ve become loyal to my husband, Dio. I know why you’ll be leaving soon.” You then closed your eyes. “And all I ask from you is that you look deep inside of yourself and realize that you have more value than this. You don’t need to follow Dio.”
When you made contact with Noriaki, he felt a warm presence within him. It was like he had a moment of reflection…realization. It made the flesh bud on his forehead tingle just a bit. If he hasn’t been self aware enough, he might’ve just fainted. What were your words doing to him? Was it just your touch? Your stand power?!
“Th-Thank you…but Lord Dio has shown me things that he could never have imagined. Being here with you and him has only solidified my feelings.” Ignoring your fading smile, he then presented his gift. It was the portrait of you before. It seems as though he was able to finish it after all.
“Oh, Thank you.”
You wanted to be happy. You truly did but…you couldn’t. Dio brainwashed this child.
“I must be on my way now. There isn’t much time. I’ll see you again soon.”
You pursed your lips softly, looking down at this small piece of art you were gifted. It was much smaller than the canvas you remember Noriaki working on in the past. It was a scarily accurate painting of you. Your eternal beauty has been immortalized in picture form now. How fitting. What good is a vampire mansion without portraits of the occupants?
You took the small frame to the room you had been sharing with Dio. It felt best to hang it up and have it on display. You didn’t know why but you cherished it a lot. It was like a small bit of happiness in this misery.
Dio would make sure to snuff it out.
Anytime you found yourself growing accustomed to him being absent, he would reappear. Almost as if it was on purpose…
“Oh? And what is this?”
Dio emerged from behind you like a shadow in the darkness, taking the painting from your hands to examine for himself.
“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, moving out of the way before the man could trap you with his body. His nose scrunched up in disgust at your behavior. “Are you not happy to see me? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been away?” Like trash, he tossed the poor gift aside, missing any means of a display. It fell onto the ground with a light thud.
“I don’t know…I don’t care.” You walked over to a nearby bookshelf, putting your attention into finding a book instead of giving him all of your energy. Sadly, the vampire man was mistaken to believe that you’d want him by now.
But its fine. He always enjoys a challenge.
“Of course you do, my love.” Dio caught your hand as it began to pull a book from the case. “I—“ But just as the words began to fall from his mouth, you swatted his hand away with a loud ‘slap!’
“You reek of whore.” You hissed, resuming your search for a book to spend the rest of the night reading. If Dio were the man he used to be, his insecurity would be out for all to see. Now, he didn’t wear his heart in his sleeve so openly.
Dio chuckled. “Jealous, are we? My apologies. I suppose this is how things will be once you deny me. I am your husband. You’re not allowed to deny me. You can be replaced.” He smirked, doing his best to rub salt on the wound in the most “Dio” way he could. “You are mine by right.”
“Heh.” You half smiled. “Not jealous, just—disappointed. And I’m not yours. I don’t belong to anyone. You’d think someone of your stature would know better than to stick his cock into anything that walks just because he couldn’t please his wife—ah!”
Your speech was cut by him digging his claws into your throat. Books dropped to the floor as he slammed you into the shelf. “I can please you. You just hold it in, I know you do.” His eyes were narrowed, voice low as he spoke through his teeth. It seems you hit a nerve.
“Haha…” You let out a weak laugh. “No matter how much you try to separate yourself from the common man, you still act just like them. Pathetic.”
Dio’s eyes retracted at your statement. Your mockery. What happened to you? He couldn’t stand the one person he truly loves to say these things. You were just angry, right? He slept with other women. Any woman would be upset. He knew that.
“So you don’t care? Not at all?”
“I do not.”
“You don’t care that there’s women out there—carrying my children?”
“Good for them.”
You let out a yelp when Dio suddenly let you go. “And you don’t want to go out there and, I don’t know—kill them?!”
“No.” You shrugged. You raised your hand to your neck, sealing your wounds and taking one of the fallen books into your hand. It was a romance novel. One you would definitely enjoy alone. “Now, leave me be.”
Meanwhile, Pucci didn’t think he would need to become a marriage coach at such a young age until he met Dio. It was such an awkward time as well, given the boy was helping himself to Dio’s book collection.
His master came in, genuinely confused and pissed off at what he should do for his wife. In a way, it was almost fascinating to the young Pucci. It was almost like he forgot that Dio was a God and his wife was his equal; fighting like mortals. The vampire man would even blow off steam, using his godlike reflexes to build small models of ships to put on display.
“…And she doesn’t even care if I lie with other women. If it were the other way around, I would’ve caved their skulls in.” Dio eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He didn’t even want to vent but sometimes Dio couldn’t control his actions when he felt at ease.
Pucci frowned. He listened to Dio’s testaments of his relationship with you and how he treated you. It was clear that Dio was probably the worst person for you to be with. Your kind and motherly nature towards him was so different from how Dio spoke of you. It hurt his heart.
“Perhaps, you should try being more gentle with her? Show that you are sorry?” There wasn’t really much room for Pucci to give advice since he was rather limited in experience with women.
“Sorry? Why would I do that? She denied me.”
“But, Lord Dio, shouldn’t she be allowed to do that?”
“No.”
Oh, Dio will never learn.
Pucci sighed. “I think you should try to make her feel better. Girls like gifts. It shows that you can make sacrifices and that you actually pay attention to what they may like. Do you know what Lady (y/n) likes?”
“Hm.” Dio learned back in his wooden chair. His eyes rolled to the left as he placed a hand on his chin. “A gift you say? She likes…”
Did you like anything? Books, perhaps? Well, there were a ton of those. What would he look like doing that?
The young boy grew worried that his Master was having such a hard time thinking of what was supposed to be an easy thing.
“Y-You don’t know what she is interested in?” Pucci could only blink in disbelief. Weren’t you Dio’s lover from over 100 years ago?! The one girl he dated in his youth? The one he married before being put into a coffin at the bottom of the sea?!
“I know what she likes. She was a slave girl when I knew her, you see.” Dio smirked at how infatuated you used to be with him as children. “Always so busy with taking care of idiots that she barely had time for me. When we did spend time together, all she talked about was tea, baking, cleaning and—pets.”
It was then your soft, child-like voice invaded his mind. He felt his stomach almost leap at the feeling of pure nostalgia back when things were so much simpler.
꒰ “Dio! You have a dog and you didn’t tell me?”
“That isn’t my dog. Where have you heard such nonsense?!”
“Erina told me that Jonathan told her that you have a dog named Danny! Why have you never told me?! I love animals but Erina’s parents won’t let her have one.” ꒱
A time like that felt so far away. It felt as if he had taken it for granted. Dio didn’t have many regrets nor did he have them often but he wished that he somehow was able to spend more time with you before the mask.
“I have an idea.” Dio grinned, unable to hide his fangs at the thought of what he was about to do next. This was probably the most selfless thing he would ever do for you. It was worth it as a last ditch effort to save his relationship. Of course, he wouldn’t let you go. That’s not an option, unfortunately. But, he at least wanted you to be more happy in some way.
Dio left the castle once more, coming back home just to bother you again. It seemed as though you never left his room, not that he minded. You seemed to be immersed in a romance novel. The story told of a knight or warrior tasked with saving his princess lover from a distant kingdom holding her hostage with magic. Your perfect lips were curled into a perfect smile with your hand resting on your cheek, not at all acknowledging your husband’s presence.
“Ahem.” Dio cleared his throat, a sad attempt at getting your attention. The man only stood there, waiting for you to notice him so that he could finally do one good thing in this relationship. It wasn’t like him to so outwardly beg for attention like this…it made him sick. When he realized that it simply wasn’t working, he manifested The World, using it to remove the book from your palm. “Hey!” You shouted, your stand coming out and grabbing the other end of the book.
“What are you…?” You trailed off once you noticed what Dio had brought you. It was a bird, a beautiful one at that. It seemed to be a falcon, with brown feathers, and even an adorable scarf. It was bigger than any of the birds you had seen in the outside world. Any anger you held at this moment had vanished.
It was only natural for Dio to smirk at your doe-eyed expression, pure hatred turning into innocence and curiosity. “He’s all yours.”
The bird leaped from Dio’s arm, gliding to your shoulder. It landed with a unique weight but they weren’t too heavy. “Dio, where did you get this? Does he have a name?”
“I’ve decided that I like the name Petshop.”
At the sound of the name, your smile fell. “Really?” You asked flatly. Dio’s smile of self satisfaction remained. “Yes.” He replied, crossing his arms.
“O…Kay.” You averted your eyes from him and paid more attention to Petshop. He nuzzled into your cheek, making you giggle and filling you with joy. “My…” you smiled to yourself, admiring the creature before you. “I’ve never had a pet of my own before.”
Dio cocked his eyebrow. “Really? All that time you had by yourself and you didn’t have a pet of your own?”
You shrugged lightly at Dio’s question. “I didn’t have time to, surprisingly enough. I traveled a lot. No time for a pet.”
Petshop already seemed to be deeply in love with you as if it were charmed. Meanwhile, Dio had retrieved the book you were reading. His eyes skimmed the pages, not at all caring about you missing your place on the page. He interrupted your doting with a deep chuckle.
“The immortal princess and her immortal knight were alone at the inn, sharing one room and one bed as well. The princess encouraged her knight to sleep with her, as she didn’t think it was fair for someone who cared so deeply for her to sleep on the floor, servant or not. Unbeknownst to the young couple, they would engage in lewd acts.”
With an audible slam, Dio closed the book and placed it on a nearby table. You blushed deeply at his narration, his voice seemingly perfect for that type of literature.
“It’s just fiction, Dio.”
“It may be fiction, but it can also be your fantasy.” Dio made sure to observe your face as he spoke. “Out of all things in my library you choose to read, it’s this. I’ve always taken you as a woman of intelligence, not one of devious desires.”
You sighed. “Dio, it’s just a love story, nothing else.” Pet Shop left your arm, finding it better to rest on a nearby armchair instead. The bird paid no mind to you or your husband and found picking at its own feathers to be more entertaining. You watched in, almost, child-like awe at your new pet.
“Is it just a love story or are these things you’d like to happen to you?” Dio took a seat next to you on his bed. “I haven’t seen your face light up like that in a long time. I suppose that I’m correct.”
You audibly inhaled before softly exhaling. You clenched your first softly before speaking. “If this is about sex, I am not interested. You’re free to go out and sweet talk someone else.” You rolled your eyes, scooting away from him awkwardly.
“No.” Dio chuckled to himself. “You’re more than that. But, I did want to ask something else of you.”
“And what is that…?”
“Join me for a bath.”
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need a bath.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Now, you found yourself in a warm bath, drawn by a female servant that you’d never seen before. She looked like she was mine controlled, lusting after Dio and even you. Her eyes had a pink hue as she took your dress, her pale cheeks turned a rosy red once she witnessed your naked body most with bath water along with Master Dio’s. You couldn’t tell why but being worshiped did feel oddly satisfying, even if it were wrong. Being a servant, you weren’t appreciated very much, no matter how hard you worked. Even when you became wealthy, people still talked down to you.
“Does she need to be here the entire time?” You narrowed your eyes at the young woman who had been peeking from around the corner in the distance, not even realizing that you could tell she was there the whole time. Dio clearly had something to do with her behavior but that didn’t stop you from getting annoyed. You already didn’t want to be so close to Dio knowing how openly he sexualized you.
“Would you rather her be dead?” Dio smirked down at you but his eyes were looking through you and at the girl. You simply just blinked at him. Silent for only a moment, the sound of the water rippling was the only thing that could be heard.
“N-No.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him. You turned your head towards the girl. “Leave, girl.” You spat, almost sounding similar to how Dio would talk to women. Without even realizing it, his behavior would rub off on you. The action made his eyebrows raise with delight. When the girl scurried off, you sighed, feeling as though you probably should’ve talked to her differently given she was just a girl.
“What a good woman you’ve become.” Dio chuckled to himself. You only scoffed and rolled your eyes. “No thanks to you.” You replied, unknowingly shifting your weight to be reminded that you couldn’t move very much because of Dio’s size. As a form of intimacy, he forced you to bathe with him, making you wash his body as if you were his personal servant in a limited space. He wanted to believe he was treated much better than his younger self ever could but he would still toy with you. His favorite thing was being able to generate reactions from you. He loved being able to make you blush, moan, grunt, and cum. He may have been controlling but his behavior was relatively normal…for now.
