Bonding With The Brando Kids (excluding Giorno) Feat. Your Boyfriend, DIO

Bonding with the Brando kids (excluding Giorno) feat. your boyfriend, DIO

You honestly didn’t know what to expect when Dio told you that he had kids, much less three of them. He didn’t wish to scare you off, and you certainly understand it: not every person would be open to a relationship with a single father. Despite that, you decide to reassure Brando and tell him you aren’t just going to run away from him. “Of course you aren’t,” he’d tell you smugly, laughing the confession off, but deep down, you know he appreciates it.

Since then, you are captivated with the idea of actually meeting the three. Dio showed you pictures of them that he carries around in his wallet (god forbid someone laughs at him for being overly sentimental, at least he’s being a good father and not the wreck that Dario was), and you already fell in love with the children from the stories he told you. Brando is still reluctant about you meeting them. It would involve a lot of coaxing until he agrees to invite you to his home for the weekend, reminding himself to make sure the boys are on their best behavior in front of you. Wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression.

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Ghostface/Reader - Haunted House

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings/Description: NSFW, Gender-neutral Reader, Mostly a flimsy excuse for horror smut, Explicit Language, Mirrors, Blood/gore mention, Dub-con, Fearplay, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Possessiveness, Yandere, Overstimulation, Penetration (receiving), Name Calling/Degradation, DBD Ghostboi

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The broom hits you in the chest with more force than necessary, and when you take it in hand you rub the sore spot it left behind while glaring quietly at your pissant of a boss.

He shoves a finger against your sternum, uncaring of the wince you let out in response, and huffs, “I better not see your sorry ass until the whole place is swept through twice, or I swear to god you’re fired. This is your very last chance.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you manage to keep yourself in check, “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano, I’m a little sick and I overslept-”

“Last chance,” he interrupts, eyes narrowing as he steps away, running a chubby hand through his thinning red hair, “Make sure you lock the place up before you leave. You can get your check after you return the keys.”

You frown at the back of his head as he retreats through the cornfield leading out to the first half of the attraction and the main staff lounge. You flip him off when he’s far enough, and make a few dumb faces while your at it. What a jerk. 

You sniff and rub your nose on your sleeve. God, you still can’t smell anything and your head is throbbing. You really shouldn’t even be out here. Yeah, you were late by a couple of hours, but it’s not like you wanted to get sick and leave your co-workers high and dry on one of the busiest weekends of the year.

Halloween is just around the corner, and in the scary attractions business, there’s really no better time to make money. And you really need the money.

With a sigh, you turn towards the haunted house and prepare for the worst.

It’s a two story building, and you have no idea how that asshole expects you to sweep it all by yourself on a normal day, let alone on the half-juiced battery you’re running on now, but you count your lucky stars that’s all he asked you to do instead of insisting on something dumber like resetting all the props, or whatever. At least with sweeping you can lie about it. Who’s really gonna know? The place is usually dark, anyway.

As you walk in, you’re immediately spooked by a Ghostface who set themselves up directly in front of the door, nearly blocking you from entering. You immediately assume it’s one of your co-workers trying to get you back for skipping out of them, and scoff quietly to yourself, “Ha-ha, very funny, dude…”

But of course, no one laughs, not even you.

Your co-worker tilts their head to the side, eyeing you casually, but before they can do so much as respond, you breeze past them with another wispy sigh. You don’t have time for stupid games. You just want to disappear in the back for a few hours and go home.

You don’t notice the way the Ghostface stares after you, or how their knife glints a little too brightly for a plastic prop.

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DIO Psychological Analysis + Relationship Headcanons

TW: Slightly NSFW

Dio Brando did not have a pleasant life. He was born in the more “underprivileged” parts of England, with insufficient money to keep him and his family at bay. To make matters worse, his father was a thief and an alcoholic who abused his wife and his son. Unfortunately, due to the conditions he was exposed to, Dio was affected in the worst ways possible; children who are abused adopt violent, aggressive, or criminal behavior or other behavioral problems, in addition to drug or alcohol abuse and high-risk sexual behavior. Despite Dio despising everything about his father, he mirrored a lot of his father’s foul behavior, even taking after his habit of drinking.

Dio’s hatred for his father is ignited by Dario’s abuse of his mother. During pregnancy, the bearer of the child shouldn’t be subjected to stressful events or a disorderly environment, and Dario Brando’s treatment was so horrid that poor Mrs. Brando lost her baby, Dio’s sibling. Dio was aware that his father was the reason that something like that happened, and while he watched his mother sob in misery at the loss of her child, he felt the hatred he had in his heart for his father to thrive, growing rapidly like moss in concrete cracks.

Simply hearing his father’s voice was enough to contort his face into a deep scowl, his eyebrows so furrowed that the crease between them remained permanent. Every single sign of his facial expression pointed towards hatred and disgust. He couldn’t believe that he shared blood with this individual.

Dio actually loved his mother; she was his safe haven while everyone else around him was a pack of ravenous wolves, ready to roll him in the dirt. The only redeeming quality about Dio is the fact that he loved his mother and cared for her; possibly the only humane thing he has ever done. The moment Dio’s mother passed on, he set it as a goal that he will blow out the candlelight of his sad excuse of a father’s soul, and proudly so.

“Devil that you were, you drove mother to an early grave. I’m glad you’re dead, may you burn for your sins. The riches that eluded your grasp? I will claim them in excess. You lacked the cunning to take what you wanted, but I’ll prevail! This Joestar shall be the key! Now burn!”

After being a doormat all his life, Dio was sick of submission. He didn’t crave equality, he wanted to ascend above everybody else; he wanted to be superior. Just equality wasn’t enough. Dio is a brat; if he wants something, he will get it. No matter what. He is ready to do anything to achieve his goals and make himself proud. Dio’s most identifiable characteristics are his unlimited ambition and his desire and love of power. He consistently scheming and aggressively domineering, and has recurrently shown a lack of ethics and empathy.

His smile is asymmetrical, a tell-tale sign for his arrogance and narcissism.

While addressing others, Dio points his index finger, figuratively beating the listener into submission.

Dio stands with his feet wide apart; a posture that displays dominance, telling you that he stands his ground. It’s used as a dominance signal by men because it highlights their genitals, giving them a gallant look. However, he sits with his legs crossed, indicating a feeling of confidence, superiority, and self-assurance.

Dio relishes being in a position of authority and has repeatedly stated how exhilarating it felt to be dominant. Dio never tolerated the idea of somebody surpassing his power or even being equal to him, and was infuriated and profoundly disturbed at the thought several times. If he were to court somebody, he would want them to shower him in praise and idolization. He would want them to know and believe it that he is better than them, that he has authority over them. It fills him with pride being the one in charge of everything that his partner does. He’ll tell you what to wear, how to do your makeup, when to reapply your lipstick – he’ll demand you to wear his favorite colors. With his power, you should expect a lot of frivolous gifts. Clothes custom made to your measurements; the finest satin and silk there is. He wants his pet to look their best, always.

He loves it when you worship Jonathan’s his body. Trail kisses from his neck all the way to his abdomen while he strokes your hair and coos out praise. Narcissistic as ever, he only ever refers to himself as Dio.

“You love Dio, your beloved master, don’t you, little one?”

“My, My… You look absolutely exquisite in the fabric that Dio has gotten you, my darling.”

He is extremely possessive of you. D’arby and Vanilla Ice are forbidden from ever touching you, and he’ll glare daggers at them if they stare for a prolonged period of time. One of the only human things he has done in the one-hundred years of being an immortal being is loving you. Possessively and intensely. Consider yourself extremely lucky that he has kept you alive for so long, as he only views women as objects for sex or food.

Just like when he was a young boy, Dio still has an affinity for reading, as he is found in the library of his mansion at times. He’ll keep you in his arms while he indulges in reading, but only if you caress and stroke his sides. He adores the contrast between your warm body and his cold, lifeless one.

He’ll firmly grip your thighs and slightly dig his nails into them. He loves marking you by scratching on your soft skin or leaving love bites where they can be seen by others. He likes to make the message very clear that you belong to him.

Dio displays his decent side to those who are good to him, so stay good to him. Stay submissive and never go against his word. He knows what’s best for you, and you should be well aware of his insight.

Often, he will ask you philosophical questions and humor himself in meaningful conversations with you. Of course, it’s partially because he wants to show you his educated and intellectual side; a testament that he is the scholar and you are the student. You report to him at all times. He feeds you with knowledge, and in return, you give him all that he expects from a good, obedient pet and follower – the worship he deserves.

He sports the fragrance of Egyptian musk – very pleasing, arousing warm, smoky notes with touches of dampened timber. Though, he is picky about the quality as cheap Egyptian musk tends to be rather pungent.

He frequently orders kindly asks you to light incense in your shared chamber.

Once you stroked his ear with the three beauty marks adorning it before kissing it and wrapping your plump lips around it, suckling gently. He lost control and ravaged you in bed. You weren’t able to walk for days or whimper anything besides his name.

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Slasher X Reader (You have/had a Lover that isn’t them) Pt 2

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x reader / Danny Johnson x Reader / Bubba Sawyer x Reader / Michael Myers x Reader

Warnings: Michael’s is barely nsfw. sexual themes. violence. angst. abusive relationships. 

Note: I know my last post was about how the slashers would react to your past lover / current lover. These are a little different, but still hold the same themes. 

Bo Sinclair:

o Bo was lonely. Despite the brothers having each other, that was clear to you. Vincent could help fill the rooms with wax figures, but that wasn’t going to change anything.

o There were many times that Bo would sit in the theater, and act as if the figure sitting next to him found the picture just as amusing or thrilling as him. But at the end of the night he would have to face the emptiness of his bedroom.

o That’s why he had kept you around, despite how condescending you could be. It was the middle of the night, and Bo was sitting outside his house with a cigarette in hand and his head in the other. Wasn’t long till he heard you come through the front door.   He didn’t turn around to look at you, but he did straighten out his body language. He didn’t want you to know how sad he could get.

o You sat next to him, immediately taking in the view of the night sky. At first neither of you said anything, but Bo noticed how your mouth opened and closed, so he stayed quiet. Considerate enough to let you gather your thoughts this once. “You haven’t really asked me what I was up to before I met you,” you finally said. “I wish you would have. Maybe then you wouldn’t get so upset with me.” Bo finally looked over at you, unlike him you didn’t hide how you felt.

o “Does it really matter what you did before,” he asked. If you didn’t want to get into a fight, you would have stayed quiet before. Tonight you were feeling a bit more courageous, because you knew that Bo wasn’t in his usual mindset.

“It’s been two years since I broke up with my last partner,” you began. “It started off as nice as one would hope. They would bring me gifts and flowers, it wasn’t until we reached our first year that they completely did a 180. They were awfully jealous and mean. Honestly, the nicest thing I could say about them was that they didn’t hit me.” You didn’t want to go into the full details, still not comfortable enough with Bo. The fact that you were making an attempt to open up to him should have been enough.

o Bo clenched his jaw, but didn’t say anything. “I always thought I got lucky,” you continued. “I thought I left before they could do more damage, but I didn’t realize how obsessive I was with picking up red flags with later romantic encounters. If there was one thing that scared me, I was out of there. It was small stuff too, like if they listened to too much dirty music or if they had a poster in their room of a revealing woman, I was gone.” You laughed at yourself, and Bo thought it was endearing. He almost smiled. He did like you, he liked you very much.

o But that was when your shift changed. “But you, oh you,” you weren’t sure to look at him or not. “I’ve come to realize I couldn’t read anyone at all, and for all I know those people I shut down could have made me happy. At least I wouldn’t have ended up here with you.”

Danny Johnson:

o You weren’t sure you could consider yourself lucky or not. You had been trapped by with the entity along with your partner. If you could have, you would have only wished this damned fate for yourself.

o On the bright side, you two were often paired up together which meant a higher chance of surviving. Some of the others weren’t too thrilled when they entered a trial with you two, knowing you guys would save each other before anyone else. Still, it was nice to know you wouldn’t be abandoned on a hook.

o Some of the killers had even caught onto your relationship. Extra points if they were able to kill one in front of the other. You wished you had made a better effort to keep it under wraps, especially after you began to pick up hints that the Ghost Face had some fucked up thing for you.

o You were lucky that the others hadn’t caught on, especially by your partner as  Ghost Face was always making you his final girl. There were a handful of times that you would catch him peeking over at you. The moment that he knew you had seen him, he would let out a chuckle. Your horrified look on your face never got old to him. Afterwards he would run off into the opposite direction, leaving you in your works and attempting to regain your composure.

o There had been a few times where you thought he was carrying you to be sacrificed by the entity only to be dropped in front of the hatch. This was why you made an effort to keep your distance from your partner during trials with the Ghost Face. For their sake, you didn’t want that killer finding out.

o But he had as your partner had gotten a little too close and kissed one of your injuries when they thought it was just the two of you. When you caught sight of Ghost Face peeking over the door frame, you panicked. As if it was a betrayal to the “relationship” you were forming with the killer or what fucked up illusions Danny was having.

o Despite all your best efforts after that, you partner never did make it alive when it came to running trials with Ghost Face. Luckily though, his soft spot for you hadn’t gone away.

Bubba Sawyer:

o If there was anything especially Human about Bubba Sawyer, it was his love for music. Chop Top and Nubbins would always check the cassette tape players after they made waste of their victims. Chop Top would always have first picks, and anything he didn’t care for or already had a copy of, he would give it to Bubba.

o Regardless of what it was, Bubba was always content. From classical, blues, jazz, art rock, it all made him happy. He listened to music the most when he was working with the bodies. But when he got some free time, there was usually music playing in the background.

o It had been two weeks since you had almost been killed by the Sawyers. In a sick way, you found it amusing that you would have been used in a chili recipe for a contest if you hadn’t manipulated Bubba into letting you live.

o Still, you had to wonder if the effort was even worth it. But Bubba did at least care for you and hated how much you cried. But he never did anything when Nubbins and Chop Top ganged up on you, threatening to make a stew out of you. Another reason you were resentful towards Bubba. Any person who doesn’t defend their partner isn’t worth the time of day, but not like you had a choice in this matter.

o After all the threats towards you and teasing towards Bubba, Chop Top at least made up to his brother by giving him another cassette tape. He didn’t say where he grabbed it, but you recognized it. The tape belonged to you, and was made for you by your significant other. You didn’t need to ask, you knew Chop Top had grabbed it from your vehicle and was only now giving it back.

o Bubba was excited to hear it, taking you back to his quarters to listen to it. He was also eager for you to listen to it, really expecting that it would put you in better spirits.

o It only took the first song for a spring of tears to run down your face. You had to wonder if they were even making an effort to find you despite how all the songs had lyrics that proposed strong, unbreakable love.

o You were surprised when the music stopped, as Bubba often played the tapes on repeat for hours. You looked over at him to see he already had the tape in his hand and was walking up to where you sat.

o Bubba was gentle with you, at least tried to be. But he still scared you when he got too close to you, still not comfortable with his presence. When he was in front of you, you only looked up at him with a questionable look. Your tears had already stopped, and that was how Bubba came to the conclusion that the tape had been making you sad.

o  He easily snapped it in half, which caused you to let out a little gasp. The gesture was meant to show that he didn’t want you to be sad, and he didn’t mind making sacrifices for that.

o “You dumbass,” you said under your breath as you buried your face into your hands with mental exhaustion. Bubba hadn’t heard you, but he knew it hadn’t worked or that he would need to try harder. He wanted you to be as happy as you made him.

Michael Myers:

o Despite having kept you around for weeks now, there still wasn’t a single thing you understood about Myers. Why he killed, why he refused to die, why he didn’t talk, why he had taken such an interest in you that still hadn’t ended with a knife through your chest. He was beyond an enigma.

o Keeping hostages didn’t seem like his forte either, but here you were. You were thankful for being kept alive, but there were multiple moments where you believed he was going to kill you. He was never gentle, not because you didn’t think he wanted to be, but because he didn’t know how to be.

o All he knew was violence. Despite wanting to make a change of that with you, this was guaranteed to end badly for you.

o He liked how you never screamed or tried to reason with him, you were smarter than to waste your efforts with him. Your first sincere reaction to him was when he took off his mask in front of you. You tried putting the words “handsome” and “attractive” in the farthest part of your brain, but just seeing his actual face felt intimate. Despite his damaged eye, you knew if anyone just saw him walking down the street, he would turn quite a few heads with his features.

o You blushed but looked away, as if he had done more than just show you his face. It wasn’t long after that, that he had made a move on you. Finally removing your arms of their bounds, as any perfectly sane person would, you pulled him close to you by his head. Despite how much your arms ached, you ignored it to give him a surprisingly strong kiss. Not even a single thought to the person who was possibly looking for you, after witnessing Myers kidnap you.

o Your want for him had only been growing since he allowed you to truly look at him. But regardless of wanting him so bad, he still hurt you. You were flat on your stomach, none of your limbs supporting your body as Michael took you for the first time. Almost all his weight was on top of you, but you didn’t care. You knew there wasn’t a shred of love in your actions. This was the only time you cried out.

o There was still that thought in your head during the whole process, that once he was done, you were going to die.

o You hadn’t though, assuming Michael still wanted more out of you. But there finally did come that day, that your partner did find you along with a band of police officers.

o If they had gotten to you sooner, then maybe you would have been happy to them. Instead, you were almost tempted to tell them leave you. Michael was out, and you didn’t want him to believe that you had abandoned him. You didn’t want to go, not after.. You were losing it, telling yourself that it was a sick thought to think there was something more to this relationship.

o “He was going to kill you sooner or later,” you told yourself. But that was a lie.