JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Dio x Reader: "No."

"No."

It was that one small word that had always intrigued him so much. You would not submit to his mind control. You would not cave to his threats. You would not succumb even to psychological torture. There was no way for you to escape, as your were constantly under watch by Vanilla Ice and Terence D'Arby, and your stand was obviously much weaker than The World. But you held your head high as you walked through the gloomy Egyptian palace that was your prison.

"One day," you kept muttering under your breath. "One day I will be free to do as I please."

Something about you had changed when you had been abducted. You weren't normally stubborn or willful or generally a sour person. But something about Dio, even just thinking the name made your spirit flare up inside you. Was it because you despised him? Maybe. You just wanted him to understand that what he was doing was wrong, that he would not win, and that his efforts to use you were all in vain.

You were meant to be used as a weapon against the Joestars, but Dio's plan had backfired. The flesh bud he had implanted in your frontal lobe had immediately rebelled against your cells. It had shriveled up and died along with his control over you. But he kept you locked away for no discernable reason that you could think of. You would yell at him, mock him, insult him. However, he had never laid so much as a finger on you, and forbade any of his servants from doing the same.

He had even set up an elegant bedroom, a kitchen, a wardrobe of lavish dresses; he had transformed your prison into a functional home for a human like you, or at least had tried. Vanilla Ice and Terence were instructed to obey any orders you set forth (as long as they did not conflict with DIo's own demands), and overall you were content to live out your life until you could knee Dio in the groin and escape.

"(Y/n)," You heard the soft and sultry voice from behind you. You had been raiding the fridge, your stomach growling, as you searched for some source of sustenance that wasn't just raw bloody meat.

"I need food," You commanded, closing the door to the refrigerator but not turning to face him. As he sighed, you felt him warm breath pass across your neck, and held in a shiver. His massive hands wrapped around your waist, slid down to caress your stomach, your thighs.

To clarify, he didn't lay a finger on you to chastise you when you insulted him, or to strike when you disobeyed his orders. However, it seemed that he loved to tease you when you were at your most vulnerable: whispering into your ear, rubbing his hand down your back, your shoulders, your...

You grabbed his wrists tightly, pulling his hands away from your most sensitive parts as he winced and chuckled wryly. You had seen him lie with plenty other women (and men), though he had promptly proceeded to drain them of their blood. But he always seemed to come back to you. You didn't understand why. It wasn't like you were anything special; you hardly thought you were beautiful or seductive.

His touch always brought chillbumps to your flesh as you shivered in delight, but you refused to let him have you. You refused to cave to his demands like one of his loyal servants. And yet you still longed for those soft hands to stroke your cheek...

He suddenly pinned you against the now closed refrigerator door, his strong hands caging your face and his knee pressed teasingly in between your thighs. You built your lip in anger and frustration as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, his parted lips just centimeters from your skin. His hand tangled through your hair as he brought a lock to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent. Just as goosebumps began to run across your arms, you snapped.

"Dio," You growled softly. He merely slowed, gently pressing his lips to your neck as you sucked in a breath. "If you don't get off me right now," You leaned to whisper in his ear. "I'm going to see if a vampire really needs his nuts."