#dio jojo

fem!dio brando who when she's horny, she keeps you in bed for hours, making you finger her and touch her until she comes five different times. She has stamina for hours and it drives you insane most of the times.

fem!dio brando who, four days a month, allows you to be the center of her attention. Only when you're on your period. She keeps tracks of the cycle, the moons and your mood swings, and when the day reaches, she has a gorgeous white lingerie set that insists you on staining.

fem!dio brando who ties your hands and feet to the bed, keeping you those four days at her mercy, for her to take you whenever she wanted.

fem!dio brando who inspects your pussy first, making sure you haven't touched yourself in all month. She spreads your pussy lips slowly, coating her fingers with the blood, tasting it. That's the main reason she keeps you, your blood, your sweet period blood tastes wonders to her.

fem!dio brando who presses down your clit to see how responsive you are, your hips twitch at the lightest pressure, making her laugh. Then she circles your entrance, you're already clenching around nothing.

fem!dio brando who spanks your pussy once, "Stop doing that, you'll spill out the blood." You whine at her hit, but you obey her, doing your best to be still.

fem!dio brando who circles your entrance before pushing one finger in, checking the tightness of your hole, reaching as deep as she can with her long and slim fingers. You're trembling just for that, thighs shaking as her nail hits your cervix. She hums under her breath, you're as tight as the last time she fingered you, which is perfect. "You've been a good girl for me," she says, pulling your her finger, that's now covered in your blood, she takes it all in her mouth.

fem!dio brando who, after a whole month of using you, finally rewards you (even though it's still for her own pleasure) leaning in and sealing her lips around your clit. She rough, scraping the hood with her teeth as she sucks and licks it mindlessly, you grip the sheets, knowing that you aren't allowed to touch her in these moments.

fem!dio brando who stops paying attention to your clit and moves to your entrance, sucking there to get all of your blood on her mouth. She puts her weirdly long tongue inside of you, slurping your red liquid while your moans fill the room. She's not slow, she's been waiting for this the whole month, she's needy too even if she doesn't accept it. All the horniness from before is just the way she handles how much she needs you.

fem!dio brando who makes you cum with just the relentless pace of her tongue at least three times in a row. Your taste drives her so insane that you cannot do anything to push her from it, she's stick to it. She's so pussydrunk that isn't hearing your pretty whines and moans anymore, she doesn't even care if you've came or not, the only thing she wants is to take all your period blood.

fem!dio brando who looks up at you when you're finally dry of blood for this round. She knows that in a few hours you'll be back spilling her favorite drink and she's gonna keep you tucked by her side to not miss it.

fem!dio brando who cleans the sweat accumulated in your your body, forehead and below your breasts specifically. "How many times did I make you come, darling?" Her voice is sweeter than ever, dabbing the cloth around your body, cleaning your armpits and inner thighs from sweat. "I-I don't know, four... maybe?" you tell her, your voice is rasped and low, you don't have the energy to talk louder. "That's good, darling. Now rest and maybe next time you'll get five."

fem!dio brando who never leaves the room in those four days, she feeds you high iron foods, big glasses of water so you're blood flows easily out of you.

fem!dio brando who lays on her side next to you, head propped on her head as she stares down at you, her hand tickling your belly until she reaches your wet folds, keeping a finger inside of you so she can feel the blood when it reaches her.

fem!dio brando who eats you out slowly the next time, now that her hunger toned down, she can take her time to savor every drop of your taste, twirling her tongue around your clit as her fingers work inside of you to get out all of the possible blood.

fem!dio brando who listens you more this time. "Di-Dio nghh! I'm close s'close!" She hears you whine, your face sinking on the pillow. She keeps the pace, flicking your clit with her tongue and her fingers making their way inside of you.

fem!dio brando who keeps her promise and makes you cum five times that round.

fem!dio brando who keeps increasing the number of orgasms each day, when you reach the last day, you doubt you are a person anymore. Your whole body is marked from her strong grips and her hickeys, you pussy is red and puffy, you can't even tell your cum and her saliva apart.

fem!dio brando who ends every cycle with a fierce kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue until you're breathless.

fem!dio brando who unties you, rubbing your red wrists and ankles, letting you have a bath as long as you need it, with a nice clean outfit hanged at the door.

fem!dio brando who lets you lay on her chest that night, her arms cradling you and letting you rest, promising you that next month she'll turn you into a vampire so you could be together forever.

And, on top of all that, Dio likes the taste of your blood the best. He’s very careful to never drain you too much, just enough to keep him satisfied and you alive and well.

“Lord Dio!” you call, knocking on the door to his chambers. “I’ve brought wine, just as you requested.”

“Come in,” he responds. You open the door, careful to step over the naked man’s corpse that was sprawled by the entryway. He glances disdainfully at the body. “I’ll have Vanilla Ice clean that up,” he tells you. “I just got . . . hungry.”

You set the glass of wine down on a nearby nightstand. “I have news as well,” you say.

“Oh?” he responds, an eyebrow raising in curiosity. “Do tell."

You take a deep breath, preparing to deliver the bad news. It was always either you or Vanilla Ice that had to; everyone else was too scared that Dio would just kill them. “The Crusaders have arrived in Egypt and killed N’doul."

He freezes at that, the temperature in the room dropping several degrees. “Is that so?” His voice is dangerously quiet. “You’re dismissed for the day.”

With a deep bow, you exit his room. Vanilla Ice is waiting outside, an unconscious woman in his hold. He nods to you, entering the room after you leave.

* * *

Later that night, Dio summons you to his room again. You knock, his familiar “Come in.” sounding from inside. You push the large door open, finding his room clean of corpses as you let it fall shut behind you.

“Pour me a glass of wine,” he orders, sinking onto his bed with a sigh. With a nod, you retrieve his wine bottle and pour just the right amount for him.

As you do so, you can’t help but think of how under pressure he must be. After all, the Crusaders are getting closer and closer, stronger and stronger as they beat his Stand users.

Dio pulls his top off, revealing his firm, muscular torso in the dim light of his room. You hand the glass of wine to him, and he takes it, drinking deeply.

“Those Joestars don’t know when to give up,” he mutters. He glances up at you, then pats the space beside him. “Come sit,” he tells you, his voice sickeningly sweet. “I want to taste a bit of your blood, my dear.”

“Yes, Lord Dio.” You sit next to him, holding out your wrist. With one of his sharp nails, he pricks the vein at your wrist, squeezing around the small cut to let your blood drip into his wine.

“Such a good servant,” he murmurs, mesmerized by the way your blood flows at his command, as if it was made for him. “None of the others could ever compare to you.”

Your heart warms at the praise. That’s all you’ve ever needed: to be Dio’s perfect servant.

Once enough of your blood has mixed with the red of his wine, he brings your wrist to his lips, leaving an all too soft kiss on the cut and licking away the final drops of your blood. He finally lets your hand fall, then drinks the mixture of wine and blood. A satisfied smile crosses his face at the flavor. “Your blood is always so sweet for me,” he says.

“It’s my pleasure, Lord Dio,” you respond.

a/n: Dio drabble for @theonepiecelazyartist who asked for him ^.^ he's so hard to write for no joke guys

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