♡ cold fangs- dio brando x reader (jjba- one shot)

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"Well, well. Enjoying your stay here thus far?"

You shivered at the sound of the door creaking open and distant footsteps cobbling across the cold stone floor. Although you had come here willingly, the castle was an eerie place and hearing the sound of the Dark Lord himself made you tense up.

"You wanted to help serve me, did you not?" He asked.

"Of course, Lord Dio." You replied almost hesitantly.

You had come to this castle out of pure curiosity to confront the man ruling over it, Dio Brando. You had heard of his recent attacks across many villages and about his creation of creatures of the night. You were interested in these creatures, but you were also interested in Dio's motive for his actions. He piqued your interest, and in return he took pity upon you and chose not to make you into yet another mindless zombie in his horde. 

He stood tall in the doorway when you turned around to meet his gaze, standing at at least over 6 feet tall. His posture was somewhat elegant and attracted your gaze towards him, similar to an alluring painting in a gallery. His muscly form, red eyes, and long blonde hair moved your eyes around the parts of his body. He was almost similar to how renaissance painters depicted God in oil paintings that hung over the chapels and cathedrals of Italy.

"Were you looking for anything specific out of me, my Lord?" You asked calmly.

"Not anything in particular..." He started, making his way towards you. 

"Would you like to feed off of my blood, my Lord?"

A small grin cracked across the corner of his lips and he let out a low chuckle to himself. "You're correct. You're quite a witty one, aren't you?"

At this point, he was looming close to you, but not close enough to cause you discomfort. He was menacing, but not enough to strike fear into your mortal heart. Instead, he only piqued your curiosity further with his behavior.  He was certainly one of the most interesting guys you've met in your time.

"I tend to read the atmosphere sometimes, yes." You replied, looking him in the eye.

His pupils were small slits that run across the center of his blood red irises, it was haunting to look at, but you couldn't peel your eyes away from their stare.

"You wouldn't mind if I fed upon your blood, would you, dear? I promise to not drink enough to be fatal or turn you into a creature of the night, you are a fascinating mortal. I wouldn't want your beauty and youth to wither away like a pathetic plant, now would I?" He said, running his hand across your soft cheek.

"Of course not, my Lord." You said, catching yourself leaning your head on the palm of his ice-cold hand and jerking your head slightly upwards.

"I find it amusing how you lean into my cold palms when I touch you."

You couldn't help but blush slightly at his former statement. It was nice to know that he was amused by your mortal ways. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply stayed quiet and leaned further into his chilly hand.

"Speechless, hm? Would you like me to start feasting upon your blood, dear subject?" He asked, a sly tone gently gracing his smooth voice.

You hesitated a small bit at his teasing, you didn't want to give in to any potential bait he was laying out to lure you in, but you couldn't help but get lured into his trap anyways. "I'm ready whenever you would like me to be, my Lord."

He chuckled to himself again with a smirk. "Of course you are."

He grazed his fingers slowly, gently across the nape of your neck, his long fingernails lightly dragging across the very top layer of your skin. You cocked your head ever so slightly to the side to move your chin out of his way and your pulse quickened. You could tell he had begun to feel the beat of your pulse throbbing within your vein due to his fingers staying in one spot on your neck for a few moments. He then submerged his fingers within your skin, making you jolt up a tiny bit with a mixed bag of emotions. It was mildly painful, but it was also an oddly satisfying and weird feeling. A feeling you had never felt up until this very moment.

"You seem slightly flustered, my dear subject," Dio commented, "it's hard to tell from he lack of blood getting to your cheeks, but I can tell very well."

You couldn't respond to his comment, the pain of the blood flowing out into Dio was becoming progressively more painful. You ground your teeth together and struggled a little in his grasp. Dio removed his fingers from your neck and licked his lips a bit. You let out a gasp of relief and clutched your chest, but you also missed the feeling you had just felt, the initial pleasure.

"Too much?"

You let out a nod and looked up at him, he was no longer grinning seductively like he was before.

"Would you like to continue further, my dear subject?" He asked.

You nodded once more, "Yes, my Lord. I'd like to continue this."

"Well if that's how it'll be..." He muttered, lifting your chin up in his hand and placing his fingers into your neck once more.

He slowly let his hand drift off of the tip of your chin and off to his side as he feasted on your blood through his hands. You could feel him toying a small bit with your vein as he sucked out your crimson red blood. The initial feeling of pleasure returned, but Dio removed his fingers just as you were about to feel the pain coming back. You breathed heavily and felt his hand grace your chin once again.

"That's about as far as I can go without doing too much damage. Your blood had a marvelous taste to it, my love." He said

'My love?' You thought to yourself.

Before he made his way to the exit of the room, you felt him lean down and lick a line up your sensitive neck. You clutched your neck in awe and blushed. "I'd love to do that again sometime, you're one of the few humans that I wish to keep around." He said, a smirk cracking out from the corner of his lips before he made his way towards the exit.

You didn't know how to respond. You were speechless because of this endeavor with the Dark Lord. You wondered to yourself if you possibly sparked a feeling of passion or love within him to contrast his usual cold demeanor or if he was simply trying to pleasure you further. You could feel that he sensed there was a feeling of pleasure on your end during that event. Nonetheless, the mere thought about what happened made your heart pound in your chest, and nothing much even happened. However, your relationship with Dio Brando, the Dark Lord, deepened in that moment and your admiration for him only grew.