JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Dio x Vampire Reader: "Master"

If you only hadn't had the heart to visit the little village outside your family's country estate you wouldn't be here right now. You had promised your parents you would be home before midnight, however you were enjoying yourself so immensely at the rowdy inn that you had lost all track of time. When the town clock struck twelve, you began to collect your belongings, nestling the small pouch of gold safely in your bodice, bidding farewell to the joyous innkeeper, the boisterous drunkards, the whining tavern wenches.

However, as you approached the door, you noticed how the laughter and shouts of glee began to turn to terrified shrieks and screams. Your heart pounded in your chest while you darted your eyes this way and that, searching for the cause of the commotion as you fled to the exit. But before you could escape, you crashed into something massive and muscular, a firm chest that didn't so much as budge at the with the force of the collision. You quickly muttered apologies as you attempted to pass. However, the man would not move. You felt a long and pointed fingernail tilt your chin upwards.

Striking crimson eyes. You could barely draw your gaze away from those mesmerising orbs, that beautiful face. He was a tall man, muscular, sharp-featured, dressed much too nicely to be a citizen of the town, and certainly carried a regal air about him. His golden hair rippled down his shoulders, and you could swear you saw a glistening fang flash underneath his shapely lip. Your heart leapt: you had never seen someone so handsome. But something seemed wrong.

The tavern roar seemed to fade into silence as he held you there under his penetrating gaze. He smirked maliciously, a small red droplet descending his chin from the corner of his mouth. His finger lightly trailed down your neck, your collarbone, down to your heaving chest, which was restricted in the dark blue bodice of your elegant gown. You could not help but stand there, frozen in terror, as he slowly began to circle you. His bright red orbs practically piercing through your very clothing as his hand slid down your chest, along your waist, to your lower back, your rear.

As he stepped out of your line of sight, you took in the horrific scene around you. They all lay dead or dying on the floor: some bleeding profusely from neck injuries as they gargled out cries of help, some writhing in pain, their stomachs torn open, entrails spilling onto the bloodstained hardwood. Men (who in fact seemed to be more creatures than men) prowled, teeth bared in sanguine hunger as they feasted on their prey.

You had been warned of thieves, highwaymen, murderers, men who would have their way with any woman they laid their eyes on. You had been warned that they would desire you even more because of your high birth, your wealth, your gentility, and you cursed yourself for daring to wear that elaborate indigo dress to such a place, as the shimmering damask quite obviously marked you as a lady of status.

"What have we here?" you shivered as he pressed his torso firmly against you from behind, his hands quickly reaching under your arms to grasp your breasts harshly. You gasped as a surge of hormones began to flood through your body. You wanted to protest, to offer him money to leave you be, but, strangely, you could not move. He thrust his hips against your ass, and you moaned as he slid his fingers down your chest, your stomach, your thighs, teasing your crotch though your skirt. He laughed as your face flushed red and you back arched, leaning against him for support, your face pulled taught in an expression of pure ecstasy.

"Enjoying it, are you?" His silky voice tickled your ear, as you felt his sniffs descend to your neck. Your entire body trembled in terror as he slowly tilted your head to the side, trailing his tongue along your flesh playfully. "I think you'll do just fine." You heard amusement in his voice, before he squeezed your bosom again. You squirmed as you felt a piercing sensation in your neck, warm fluids spilling out of your jugular, a faint dizziness as you fell to your knees. But his fangs didn't leave your neck until he was completely finished with you. He gently guided you down to the floor before pulling his arms away. "Yes, you'll do perfectly," those were the last words you heard before the world faded to silence.