JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Wamuu x Reader: "Pleasure"

It was just a small side job to get you a bit of extra money. When you had heard from your friend Suzie Q that her boss was seeking another helper around the house, you accepted wholeheartedly. It was just weekends when you were needed to tidy up, and it was never terribly messy. On one hand, you had never expected to be someone's personal maid, but the job paid extremely well.

Of course, the thought crossed your mind that there might be a catch: maybe she'd lower your pay soon, maybe it was only temporary, maybe it would be permanent (you certainly didn't want to be someone else's cleaning lady for the rest of your days). But, this... This you had never imagined.

Tears streamed down your face as your body shook with sobs. The interrogation had gone on long enough. Why wouldn't they believe you? You told them everything you knew, but still, they hadn't found what they were looking for. You kicked and bit, but they paid no heed. A clawed finger trailed across your cheek, you heard a voice soft as honey yet sharp as steel.

"Where is it?" the nail dug into your cheek, and you gasped at the prick of pain. "The stone?"

"I told you," You spat through your convulsions. "I don't know any stone..."

There were three men. The one crouched before you seemed to be the leader of the group. His violet eyes seemed almost inhuman as they peered out of the dark cloth tied around his head. Another man, just as tall and just as intimidating, stood to his right, a smug smirk on his face. The last, however, seemed a bit different. He stood slightly taller than his compatriot, and seemed even more muscular, if that were possible. His gaze was directed not at you, but straight ahead, as if he were a soldier waiting for his command. But you could see something behind those eyes. His muscles twitched a bit, as if in discomfort.

The leader suddenly squeezed your jaw in his spindly fingers, turning your face from side to side, inspecting you, for some unknown reason. You glared at him with abhorrence and rage. He then released you, throwing you to the ground like garbage as he turned on his heel.

"Esidisi, come. Wamuu," he looked over his shoulder, a malicious grin lighting his face, "Eat up."

Eat up? Eat what? Eat... you? Your mind blurred in an avalanche of thoughts as your breathing became shallow. One man, Esidisi probably, turned to follow his master as he exited the dark cell, leaving Wamuu standing in silence. His eyes finally met yours. His body was rigid and alert, an experienced fighter if you'd ever seen one. But his gaze wasn't threatening, it was contemplative. His brow furrowed as he looked down at your frail form.

Just before the others reached the door, he turned. Kneeling before the backs of his betters, you heard his resonant voice fill the cell.

"Master Kars," The two men slowly turned to face him, "May I..." You couldn't see the expression on Wamuu's face, but something about it obviously amused his commander, who let out a wry and teasing chuckle.

"You want a little toy? I might understand if it were a skilled hamon warrior with whom you could duel to the death, but it's just a disgusting little lump of flesh." You held stationary where you were chained to the ground, almost hopeful, yet still fearing for any of the possible outcomes.

"It may prove useful," Wamuu began again, "These humans form very strong attachments. It could be used as bait –"

"Very well," Kars cut him off with a scowl, "But the human is your responsibility. Esidisi," Kars waved for the other man to follow him out of the cold stone cell, leaving Wamuu behind.

As the slam of the iron door echoed through the darkness, he turned back around to inspect you. Your tears had ceased, though you still were quite shaken and confused. Wamuu walked around behind you, and you panicked, not knowing what his intentions were. You felt him pull at the shackles restraining your wrists. Suddenly, the chain was wrenched apart, and you heard the clatter of metal on the floor.