#dio x reader

Knows what they're doing / An Expert

Caesar, Lisa Lisa, Polnareff, Hol Horse, N'doul, OLD Joseph, Yuya, Bruno, Prosciutto, Jotaro, Weather Report, Miuccia, Mountain Tim, Jobin, Acca Howler, Ermes, Abbacchio, Suzi Q, Formaggio

Sloppy with it

Gyro, Paco, Joseph, Kars, DIO, Kakyoin, Steely Dan, Hol Horse, Mikitaka, Mista, Risotto, Melone, Diavolo, Anasui, Jolyne, Narancia, Gappy, F.F, Hato, Funny Valentine, Oyecomova, Yuya, Acca Howler, Magent, Mista

Extremely calculated

Rohan, Diego, Santana, DIO, Kars, Avdol, Tonio, Kira, Giorno, Fugo, Toru, Rai, Sandman, Dragona, Hot Pants, D'arby Brothers, Vanilla Ice, Kakyoin, Yukako, Pucci, Mamezuku, Kei, Key West

Very gentle, doesn't want to hurt you

Polnareff, Giorno, Jonathan, Speedwagon, Caesar, Wamuu, Avdol, Josuke, Bruno, Charming Man, Erina, Smokey, Yasuho, Trish, Ringo, Blackmore, Wekapipo, Norisuke

Has no clue in the world / Can't even find the clit / Would gag on dih

Jodio, Usagi, F.F, Narancia, Okuyasu, Pocoloco, Oyecomova, Mikitaka, Doppio, McQueen, Ungalo

With no hands, just mouth

Weather Report, Jotaro, Kars, Rohan, Gappy, Hot Pants, Vanilla Ice, Illuso, Kars, DIO, Diego, Straizo, Santana, Esidisi, Squalo, Funny Valentine, Blackmore, Wekapipo, Mamezuku, Johngalli A., Key West

Hands all over you

Anasui, Bruno, Caesar, Polnareff, Toru, Acca Howler, Rikiel, Tomoko, Prosciutto, Jolyne, Mariah, Dragona, Pucci, Tonio, N'doul, Wamuu, Tiziano, Ringo, Magent, Hato, Donatello, Mista

Bites

Ghiacco, DIO, Kars, Rohan, Abbacchio, Joseph, Yuya, Diego, Kakyoin, Melone, Diavolo, Johnny, Steely Dan, Gwess, Jobin, Paco, Rikiel, Cioccolata, Secco, Risotto, Jodio, Straizo, Joshu, Sports Maxx

Kars⸝⸝

⤷ He analyzes everything, the way you move, squirm, and even the way your chest heaves up and down rapidly.

- He's calm and steady as he cups your face, yet his grip is firm.

- He wants to analyze every little bit of your face.

- He takes you trying to hold your sounds in as a challenge.

- He's going to do what it takes to find the right spot that will make you grip his back and cry out uncontrollably.

Kira⸝⸝

⤷ Unlike the others, Kira doesn't mind that you're quiet. Maybe it's because he likes the quiet life.

- Kira loves to at least know that when he's fucking you, it's good to the point where you can barely contain your sounds.

- He loves watching your hands cover your mouth, palms facing upwards. As for eye contact, he doesn't mind that either.

- It gives him a chance to really look at you when you're in a state like this.

Diavolo⸝⸝

⤷ God, those whimpers; he craves them.

- He wants to hear more; he needs it.

- He's tossing your hands to the side, pinning them above your head.

- Diavolo craves that desire to dominate, so when you do look at him, he takes that as you submitting to him.

- He may like that you're submitting to him, but as much as he likes that, he wants you to see what he's doing to you.

Doppio⸝⸝

⤷ He immediately thinks something is wrong if you try to hold in your whimpers.

- He's constantly asking if he's doing alright, because he can't hear you.

- He's all whimpering while he moves your hand away from your mouth, thrusting fast like he just can't help himself.

- He'll gently cup your face, pushing you to look at him even if it's just for a second.

- Somehow that only makes him wanna go faster.

Pucci⸝⸝

⤷ He wants to hear every whine, every plea for him to keep going; he just wants to know that he's making you feel good.

- If you're covering your mouth, he'll just take your hand, kissing the back of it and pressing it into the mattress.

- He honestly gets a little whiny when you try and hold back the sounds that he's helping you make.

- He already treats you as something sacred, so it's only natural that he hears you.

- He NEEDS eye contact; it gets him off. Just the thought of you making eye contact with him as he's slowly pounding into your walls gets him beyond hard.

- If you're not looking at him, he's begging you to, gently guiding your face towards his own.

©dearjotaro

Requests : open

DIO - 

Dio is powerful, such godlike strength held calmly in his sharp fangs and clawed fingers.

No one expects him to be gentle. 

They think that he isn’t capable of being soft.

You thought the same thing at the beginning while you worked for him.

Until he sank into you for the first time, loving praises with a careful roll of his hips. He knows the damage he could cause if he’s too rough with you, hands gentle on your waist as he drags you over the edge with pretty moans on your lips.

The World however, does not love gently.

Dio watches you with amusement, head resting on his hand as his stand loomed over you, your eyes staring up at him with adoration, legs spread as he stood between your thighs, face as uncaring as it usually is.

“Please?”

It’s barely a whisper from your parted lips as his fingers thrust inside of you slowly, not speeding up even when you beg, your head turning to Dio to look to him for him to make his stand stop teasing you so sweetly.

The World frowns the second your eyes move, hand grabbing your jaw to make you look back at him, grip almost tender as he forces your eyes back onto him. 

“Interesting.”

Dio’s voice makes you whine as his stand keeps the same pace as it has for the last 10 minutes, not bringing you close to the edge but just toying with you like you’re his prey.

He’s enjoying it.

“You have a question. Ask it.”

You hate that he can always tell, your eyes staying fixed on the stand as you swallow weakly, a moan on your lips as you blush before you even ask.

“Does he have…”

You don’t finish the sentence before Dio laughs, it's not cold, nor is it cruel. 

It's amused.

“You’re asking if he can fuck you, my love?”

“Does he want to?”

He doesn’t answer you, not with words anyway, a pleased hum on his lips as The World takes his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips.

You open your mouth immediately, keeping eye contact with him as you suck on his fingers with a faint moan. With your mouth closed around him your moan catches in your throat, the tip of his cock slipping into your soaked entrance making you jerk in shock.

Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you, softly humming around his fingers when he bottoms out, making sure he isn’t hurting you even after having his thick fingers inside you. 

Even if Dio isn’t controlling him he holds the same love and care for you, he doesn’t want to hurt you, you’re the only one that gets them as soft as this. 

The World watches you just as cold as ever as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, holding your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he leans over you, its almost intimate how close he is to you before he fucks you, not kissing you, just watching you.

Loving.

Until it isn’t. 

His thrusts rip the air from your lungs, one hand on your jaw so your head doesn’t fall back as he drives his cock deep into you, hard fast strokes inside you that leave you a moaning mess under him.

“Does it feel good, hmm?

Dio’s voice is mocking as he sits next to you on the bed, watching his stand dragging you violently towards your orgasm, its hand tightening where it cups your face so you can't look at his user.

“Yes… So good.”

“Do you want to cum?”

Your moaning peaks as Dio rakes his nails through your hair, tugging lightly as his stand lets go, making you look at him instead.

“Answer.”

“Please… Let me cum, so close.” The grin on his lips is almost sadistic, fangs sharp and eyes cruel as he leans close to you, mouth pressed to your skin as he kisses your throat, teeth grazing gently with a hum.

“I’m not the one to ask, my love.”

His fingers let go of your hair as he moves away just slightly, watching you look teary eyed up at the stand above you, your words catching in your throat when he pulls you closer, cock pressing deeper into you with every thrust.

“Please…”

It’s a pathetic beg as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, broken whines slipping from your lips loudly in the dim room, you don’t care that the others in the mansion can hear the sobbing moans while you get pounded into the soft covers.

His eyes don’t leave you, he doesn’t nod, doesn’t speak. 

Just silently pushes your shoulder so you’re flat against the bed, his fingers wrapping around your thigh with a squeeze as his thrusts hit harder.

Your eyes roll back in your head when you feel Dio’s mouth against your neck, sharp fangs piercing your skin as you cum hard around his stand with a shattered cry, twitching as he doesn’t slow down in the slightest. 

The drag of his cock makes you see stars in your vision, walls trembling around him as your orgasm is dragged through you. Desperate moans on your lips as your fingers curl into Dio’s hair making him groan, his hips stuttering as he grinds softly against the mattress, tongue gentle as licks at the blood on your throat.

A broken hiss on his lips as he comes untouched, all while he can feel the tight clench of you around his stand, mouth moving from your neck as The World overstimulates the both of you with soft gasps as his lips meet yours.

The kiss is soft and needy even while the throb of the length inside of you makes you sob into his mouth, you can taste your own blood on his tongue making you clench softly around his stand.

Pathetic pants on your lips when he finally stills inside you, his fingers gentle as they rub against where he held your hips so tightly.

Your body drops limp against the bed when Dio breaks the kiss, watching you with gentle eyes as you catch your breath in a blissful daze.

“Does that answer your question, my love?”

Kira - 

You can tell he’s annoyed long before he says that he is, eyes narrowed slightly as he types at his laptop, answering another email with a shake of his head.

“Would you like a cup of tea, love?”

His eyes soften as soon as they raise to you, a gentle sigh on his lips as he relaxes, moving the laptop off of his lap to stand and pull you close to him.

“Morning, darling. I would love that, do you need help?”

“Good morning… No it’s okay, are they still demanding you to come in on your day off?”

There's a soft huff on his lips as he presses his face into your throat with a hum, fingers gentle against your back while he holds you.

“They sent more clients to me out of nowhere, so now I have to answer dozens of emails. Nothing to worry about, darling.”

His voice is doing nothing to ease the ache in your stomach, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh as you press your thighs together before parting with a gentle kiss to his lips, heading into the kitchen to make him tea.

You don’t want to bother him while he’s working but your breathing still catches in your throat while you watch him type another email, so serious as he stares down at the screen.

You can feel how soaked you are as you turn away with a deep breath. 

He’s working.

When you slip back into the room with his tea you notice Killer Queen is sitting patiently on the couch across from Kira, you place the cup gently on the table next to him with a tilt of your head.

He meets your eyes with a knowing look, lips twitching into a small smirk as he glances to his stand and then back to you.

“You don’t think I notice when you’re turned on, darling?”

“Oh…It’s okay, you’re working.”

“Use my stand, I'm still working. What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't help you, hmm?”

You hesitate with a surprised look on your face, his smile widening when you jump, feeling Queens hands rest on your waist and pull you back towards the couch.

“But you’ll feel it…”

“Is that a bad thing?”

You don't get to answer as Queen sits, fingers against yours as he pulls you lightly, wanting you to straddle him, a tilt of his head when you glance back to Kira.

“Take your pants off, darling.”

Shit. 

He’s being serious…

Your hands slip to your pants as you push them down, soft fabric pooling on the floor as you step out of them, debating if you should take your underwear off. 

Queen makes the decision for you, his fingers curling under the hem and pulling them down for you, letting them fall to the floor as you straddle his lap with a blush on your cheeks.

You feel suddenly shy pressed against his stand while its ominous eyes stare down at you, a swallow when you look away embarrassed, his hands find your waist almost impatiently as he pulls you down against him.

You’re really glad he removed his belt before he let you press yourself down on him.

A shuddered gasp leaving your lips as you start to grind your hips down, the friction feels perfect against your sensitive clit every time you rub up against the leather.

You don’t need to look at Kira to know he isn’t working, the typing stopped as soon as he felt how soaked you were as you rock your hips into his stand.

You can’t help your head falling back as you chase your own pleasure, Queen pulling your hips down just slightly with every rock dragging moans from your lips.

“Ride him.”

“...What?”

You glance at him confused, brows furrowed as Queen keeps dragging your hips against him, a whine leaving your mouth when you meet Kira’s gaze.

The grin on his face widens as your hips still against his stand, Queen nudging you up slightly so he could reach down between you, pulling out his erection as you watch with wide eyes.

“Did you not notice?”

“I never paid attention…”

“Ride him.”

Your eyes stay on Queen's length for a beat too long as he begins to get impatient, fingers twitching on your waist as you admire him. He’s huge.

He doesn’t pull you fully onto him but he drags you down, his tip pressing against your entrance as you drip onto him.

“Take it slow, he’s a lot bigger than I am.”

“I, uh… I’m not sure if I can take him…”

“You will.”

He says it like its a fact.

That you will take it, no matter how long it takes you.

A soft exhale as you look into Queen’s eyes, nervous as you rock your hips slightly, the tip rubbing so perfectly against your clit before you pull back and drop down a little.

“Shit…”

The stretch of him is intense as you bounce slowly on his cock, taking a little more every time you sink back down with soft moans.

Kira almost wishes he hadn’t let you, his work completely forgotten about as he feels you clenching around his stand, head resting against the back of his chair at how tight you are around him.

You watch Queen in a daze as he stares at you sinking onto him, he looks almost bored while you struggle to take every inch of him.

You almost question if it even feels good for him before you get embarrassed and bury your head into the stands shoulder, the tip pressed so deep inside you when you finally take it all.

“You’re doing so good, darling.”

Kira’s voice makes you jump as you turn your head from his stand to see him, his breathing heavy as he runs a hand through his hair, you can see his erection pressed against the fabric of his pyjamas making you clench around Queen and dragging a groan from your husband. 

“He looks bored… Doesn’t it feel good?”

Kira doesn’t get a chance to say anything in response as his stand flips you, pinning you to the couch in one movement, almost annoyed you would dare to insinuate you don’t feel good around him.

“Queen. I wanted her to ride you.”

The glare he gets in response is deadly making Kira freeze at how angry his normally stoic stand looks, he doesn’t stop Queen from slipping out of you.

Just to snap his hips back against you with a soft purr when you cry out and grab his arms where they rest on either side of your head.

His thrusts aren’t fast or rough, Kira watches as he fucks you slow.

Deep.

His eyes don't leave the way your head falls back and your moans break with every time he sinks back inside of you, breath catching in your throat as the pressure builds quickly.

“Please… Love?” 

For a second your husband looks confused, your fingers reaching out to him from under his stand as he walks to you, slipping his fingers into yours before you shake your head with a whine.

Just for your hand to press against his erection with a glance up at him, eyes hopeful as you pull his pants down softly.

“What do you want, darling?”

“Want you in my mouth, close… Please.”

“How could I say no when you’re asking so nicely?”

He regrets it immediately.

The feel of your tongue on him only adding to the way you clench around his stand pushing him too close too fast, fingers in your hair as he tries not to thrust into your mouth. Your pretty moans vibrating against the tip every time you bob your head and it nudges the back of your throat.

God how tempting it was to jerk his hips forward and pump his cum down your throat.

His control slips quickly as you tremble under them, Queen’s thrusts speeding up just to watch your back arch off of the couch.

“Darling let me pull out, you feel too good.”

No way were you going to let him pull out.

Before he can even attempt to move, your own stand materialises behind him, arms wrapping around him as it presses its face into his throat, nudging his hips back into you with its own.

The moan that falls from his lips is obscene, tip of his cock slipping down your throat as he thrusts gently into you, eyes watching your reaction.

He shouldn’t have looked. Eyes rolling back as you whine pathetically at the pleasure, Queen’s thrusts brutal as tears drip down your cheeks.

“Close?”

He can’t help the soft breathless laugh that slips out when you sob around him, mouth too full to answer as Queen moves its hand so he can rub your clit with a gentle hum when you immediately jerk your hips up to chase the feeling, just for him to press down hard as he drags his thumb across the sensitive bud. 

You clench so hard around him that Kira almost cums first, watching you choking on his cock as your orgasm splinters in your grip, eyes falling on where Queen still rocks his hips into you.

Slower this time as you make a mess on the couch below you, soft pathetic whines muffled by the length down your throat as he tries desperately to warn you, breath shaky as he tries to pull out of your throat.

Even in your blissful haze when your legs go limp in Queens arms you refuse to let him move back, your stand activating again, rougher this time and forcing him fully down your throat.

Queen’s eyes watching his user with slow thrusts, making sure not to push you too far but chasing his own pleasure at the same time.

Kira groans out soft pleas as his control shatters, hips jerking unintentionally as he cums hard down your throat, cock throbbing as he fucks himself through it, pants being ripped from him when you keep swallowing around him. 

His fingers gentle in your hair as he keeps you pressed against him until the twitching stops, realising quickly that he could hurt you as he pulls out with a hiss.

Queens hips stilling inside of you as he leans over you to nuzzle into your throat, hands gentle as he keeps you pressed close to him.

“I told you that you’d feel it…”

Diavolo -

“Beloved. Behave yourself.”

His voice sounds annoyed as you lay on his lap, his hands typing absentmindedly as he looked for something unimportant. Normal boring Mafia work. But he can’t focus when you keep gently palming him through his pants.

“If you weren’t hard I wouldn't be touching you.”

“You were touching me before that. Why do you think I'm hard in the first place?”

He doesn’t even look like he cares, eyes uninterested as he stares at the screen with an annoyed exhale at your antics. 

He isn’t actually annoyed, but watching your cute little pout when he tells you off gives him so much enjoyment he can’t help himself.

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

Your fingers stop against his underwear as you undo his pants, a soft grin on your face as you look up at him. He isn’t even looking at you, eyes still set forward on whatever was so much more important than you. 

“Is it important?”

“Not really, I’ll play with you soon, just let me finish this, beloved.”

A gentle huff on your lips as you lay back down, cheek pressed to his erection as you wait patiently.

You aren’t patient.

A hiss slipping from Diavolo as he glares down at you, watching in annoyance as your tongue licks the tip of his length through his underwear, a moan on your lips when you taste his precum through the fabric.

His hand grabs your hair with such softness, not wanting to hurt you but needing you to stop, a sigh as you look up at him almost sadly when he pulls you away.

“I’m working, Y/N.”

“You can’t work with your cock in my mouth?”

“Beloved.”

His tone was deadly, a warning that if you keep pushing him he won’t let you get away with it further, letting go of your hair and continuing to type on the keyboard.

Until you lean and suck his tip this time, hips jerking slightly in a pleasured shock, disbelief on his face as time shudders around you.

“I warned you.”

“Wait! No, I'm sorry!”

He’s amused by your immediate panicked back-pedalling as King Crimson throws you over his shoulder.

A little giddy squeal from you as he drops you gently on the couch away from Diavolo, you can see the grin on your boyfriends lips as he looks back to his computer.

“Behave or I’ll let him have his fun with you.”

Your eyes gaze up at Crimson as he tilts his head with a little smile, kneeling next to you as he takes your hand in his, a thumb running gently across your knuckles,

it almost made you feel bad for wanting to push him further with how cute his stand was being.

But you don’t get to push him before Crimson leans into you, lips connecting to yours as he presses your shoulder back into the cushions, a soft gasp on your lips as he keeps you underneath him.

“Didn’t I ask you to… Oh.”

Diavolo glances over his shoulder to tell you off with a smile on his lips, only to see his stand pinning you onto the couch, his hands pulling you further down so he can move to kneel between your legs.

“You’ve corrupted my stand.”

You moan softly into his mouth when he presses his hips into yours, grinding slowly on you as you break the kiss with a gasp.

“I wasn’t even doing anything this time…”

“Do you want him to stop, beloved?”

Your eyes meet Diavolo’s as he turns to watch you fully, grinning when you shake your head with a sweet smile.

“Then I’ll let him have his fun, shall I?”

You try to open your mouth to reply, a soft tease of that he’ll get distracted, only to yelp when Crimson leans down to bite your shoulder, not enough to bleed but you feel the ache in your stomach at the gentle pain licking at you. His hips still rocking into you while he kisses down your throat. 

You’re suddenly hyper aware of how little clothing you’re wearing, only bothering to put on a loose shirt and underwear this morning. 

King Crimson notices at the same time you do with a grin against your neck, hand slipping into your underwear with a pleased hum at how wet you already are and a soft nip to your pulse point when he sinks his fingers into you.

Your eyes widen in shock, glancing at Diavolo with a shaky moan, he looks just as surprised as you that his stand has its fingers buried in you, gentle thrusts making you pant underneath him while he sucks love bites into your skin. 

Diavolo looks ecstatic. 

He has no intention of stopping him.

The way he’s touching you is akin to worship, lips pressed to your throat while he lets you grind down onto his fingers, he can feel the soft trembling in your body as you chase your orgasm, the way your hips start to speed up with breathy whines. 

He waits til the second you’re on the edge, a twitch of his lips as you push yourself down on his hand as your walls flutter around him.

And time shatters with you.

It shudders inside of you as he completely erases your orgasm with a grin, your chest is heaving softly with a complaint on your lips already.

"Hey! Why did you do that? That’s so mean…”

You hear Diavolo’s amused laugh from his seat, watching as his stand starts moving his fingers inside of you again, thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles to get you close as fast as he can.

The pleasure masking the overstimulation as you fall apart in his hands, shaky moans slipping from your lips as your head falls back.

Hips unintentionally rolling against his hand right when you get close with a broken cry right as you’re about to cum.

And time skips again. 

Just to be dragged to the floor below King Crimson before you can complain, fingers pulling out before he sinks his cock into your trembling walls, head falling to your throat as he bites softly at your skin as you gasp for breath.

“Now that’s interesting.”

“Shut… Up.”

“Do it again, Crimson. For as long as she complains.”

The grin on his stands lips makes your heart rate pick up, fear crawling in your veins that you might never get to actually cum with him being so cruel.

The thought doesn’t last long when he starts thrusting into you, cock dragging so perfectly against your overstimulated walls, so wet that you can feel it dripping down onto the floor.

“Please… Crimson... Don't stop.”

Your soft begging comes out in broken moans as he leans further over you, pulling your leg up against his waist, lips pressing against your own as he thrusts harder, tip pressing against your cervix with every thrust.

His length fills you so perfectly as you moan pathetically into his mouth, until he pulls out completely, hands on your waist as he makes you get on your knees.

“Shit…”

Diavolo’s voice was ragged, you can’t even see him to know he’s close as well, watching the way his stand bends you over and sinks his cock back into you.

His eyes don’t leave you as he watches where you meet, staring at the way you drip onto the carpet and all over Crimson’s thighs with every thrust.

Fuck he can feel it.

His breathing heavy as he feels your trembling around his stand, fingers stroking himself through the fabric, he’s closer than you are.

“Diavolo… Please.”

Its a broken sob into the plush carpet as you beg him not to skip your orgasm again, he can see the way your body shakes below his stand, its hand against your back to keep you arched so perfectly for him as he fucks you into the floor. 

He wants to reply, to give you a snippy little answer that you should have thought about that before teasing him. 

Until you cum.

And Crimson chooses to let you, sobbing moans ripping from you as he speeds up, leaning forward to bite your shoulder hard as you clench around him, a muffled scream tearing from your throat as his stand covers your mouth. 

A small kindness in between the brutal snap of his hips, the last thing any of you want is for someone to think you’re being murdered. 

With how desperate your cries are it’s close, body limp as Crimson strokes your clit when his thrusts slow, lips soft against your back in adoration, like he’s praising you for taking it.

Diavolo’s hand wraps fully around his length as he sits right against the edge, his name sweet from your lips right as he’s about to cum.

And time skips.

Pucci -

He couldn’t help the trail of his eyes across your figure standing in the kitchen, apron wrapped tight around your waist, wearing nothing but your underwear.

You were tempting him, not intentionally, or perhaps you were. 

Humming softly as you walk around the kitchen while you bake something in the oven, something sweet it smells like, a deep breath catching in his throat as he looks away from you.

“Y/N, my dear?”

You jump slightly when you hear his voice, turning with a smile as you place down the pan and dart over to your boyfriend to wrap your arms around his neck with a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ve missed you… You’ve been gone so long.”

The soft pout on your lips making him laugh lightly, it’s only been a few days.

But he missed you too, curling his arms around you and pulling you snug against him. Just to stiffen slightly when he feels your breasts pressing against him, soft and warm as you hum in his ear sweetly with a kiss to his cheek. 

Fate is cruel.

A tender kiss pressed to your forehead as he lets you go back to the kitchen, incredibly flustered at how close you were pressed against him and insanely glad you don’t notice how hard he is already in his pants.

A gentle call over his shoulder that he’s going to take a shower before he heads quickly into the bedroom. This is going to be a long night if you don’t put some clothes on.

The shower was not nearly as relaxing as he wanted it to be, thoughts drifting back to you as his hand rests against the tile, fingers twitching as he debates just dealing with it, a huff on his lips as he gets out anyway and heads to his room.

Somehow harder than he started.

His eyes flutter shut when he feels you pressing up against him, more specifically, you pressing up against Whitesnake.

The smell of your perfume makes his problem worse as he lays down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if he could will it away, it almost works. Deep grounding breathing as he calms himself, hands resting on his stomach as he relaxes completely.

Until a soft groan slips from his lips when he feels you press faintly against his erection, eyes wide as he throws a shirt on and slips from the room.

You’re in the kitchen still softly humming, Whitesnake pressed against your back as he pushes you softly into the counter, you don’t even realise what he’s actually doing. 

So used to getting affection from him whenever he’s out that you don't notice the light roll of his hips pressed against your ass.

“Whitesnake. Stop it…”

You jump surprised at hearing Pucci’s voice, annoyance lacing his tone, confusion flickering on your face as you try to turn. 

Try.

Just for Whitesnake to tighten his arms around you with a breathy groan, pushing your hips further against the counter as he rocks into your ass, soft panted breathing in your ear as he presses his head against your throat.

“Uh… Pucci?”

“I’m sorry, my dear. It’s my fault…” 

He gasps softly as he tries to pull Whitesnake back into himself, every nerve in his body on fire with how good it feels, hand resting on the counter as he tries to focus on anything but you.

“You don’t have to.”

“Please don’t tempt me…Y/N”

Your name falls from his lips as a groan rather than a warning, Whitesnake nudging your legs apart to roll his hips into you better.

Sharp teeth biting into your lip as you try not to moan at the friction, not wanting to make it harder for Pucci to control himself. 

His lips press against your neck while he unties the apron with quick hands, fingers slipping into your underwear as you gasp out softly when he starts rubbing your clit with every roll of his hips. 

The soft groaning in your ear makes you even wetter as Pucci watches, at war with himself over even putting his stand away when he has you moaning so beautifully against the worktop.

And then it's gone as fast as it started, Whitesnake pulling back as he looked down as you turned to face him before dropping to his knees and gazing up at you, almost asking for permission. 

Your eyes find Pucci’s as he straightens up with ragged breaths, gaze dropping to his stand before looking back up to you, your pupils blown wide as the apron hangs loosely around your neck.

“Do you want this?”

He didn’t answer right away, thinking about whether he even cared that it was a sin. Even being with you was a sin, going against everything that he vowed. But your pretty eyes are tempting him more than anything, 

“Pucci, it’s okay. We can stop, let’s go watch a movie?”

“Take the apron off… Please? Let me watch you.”

Your fingers hesitate as you pull the apron off, you’ve barely been undressed in front of your boyfriend and now he wants to…

Watch what exactly?

You swallow softly as you place the apron on the counter, eyes wide as you watch his gaze fall across your body, before groaning when he sees your soaked underwear, licking his lips unconsciously as he moves to sit in the chair by the kitchen island.

Whitesnake’s head turns to look at him once before pushing your hips back against the counter as he moves in between your thighs, your chest rising and falling rapidly when he slips your underwear down your legs. 

“Do you want this?”

Your head raises from watching his stand to look into his eyes, a quick nod as he smiles sweetly at you. Whitesnake wasting no time to pull your leg over his shoulder as he leans forward and licks at your clit with a hum, Pucci’s eyes fluttering slightly as he tastes you on his tongue. 

Whitesnake’s fingers are loving as they entwine with yours, pressing his face fully into you, his lips sucking softly against you as your head falls back with a whine.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your head drops back to look at him right as Whitesnake slides his fingers inside of you, a whimper on your lips as you watch Pucci press his palm against his cock through his pants, his eyes lidded and mouth open in soft gasps as he watches you softly fall apart on his stands fingers.

“Pucci… You can touch me…”

“Please, let me watch you like this first.”

Whitesnake’s fingers thrust a little faster when your hand falls to his head, palm curling around his crown as you pull him closer, your moans getting louder while he drags you closer to the edge.

A soft groan falls from Pucci’s lips when he wraps his hand around himself, his eyes refusing to drop from you.

“Can you… I want to taste you when you finish.”

“Are you… Fuck don’t…”

Your attempt at questioning cuts off with a broken moan when Whitesnake curls his fingers inside of you as he sucks hard on your clit.

A small whine falling from your lips as you try to push him away, an almost growl in his throat as he drops your hand and grips your waist, pulling you down to grind on his tongue with a pleased hum.

Your eyes meet Pucci’s with a breathy moan, a plea on your lips, he can’t tell if you want him to stop or let you cum with how teary your eyes are as his stand devours you.

“Pucci, I can’t… so close.” 

His hand speeds up as his cock twitches in his grip, pleasure overwhelming as he watches you roll your hips against his stands mouth with a pathetic moan.

“With me? Please.”

The pure desperation in his voice making you cum on Whitesnakes fingers, eyes rolling back as he sucks hard on your sensitive clit, a breathy moan falling from you as you try to keep your eyes focused on Pucci in front of you. 

His hips jerking weakly into his hand as he comes with a low groan, the taste of you dragging him over the edge violently. Cum slipping down his fingers as you watch every drop with excitement at the thought of slipping to your knees and lick it off of him.

Your fingers gently push Whitesnake away from your overstimulated clit, pulling away with one last soft lick as you move, Pucci panting in front of you like its the only time in his life he’s even touched himself.

It is.

He watches in mild horror when you drop to your knees in front of the chair with a sweet smile on your lips.

“Can I taste you now?”

Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan notices the pattern almost immediately, but he doesn’t say anything at first because he thinks it’s incredibly sweet that you put so much thought into what he likes. 

The first time you give him a gift related to something he casually mentioned weeks ago, he’s genuinely stunned that you remembered. 

He’s the type who feels a little guilty receiving so much, so he’ll try to repay you with gestures rather than objects, like writing heartfelt letters or planning proper outings. Still, every gift you give him ends up carefully stored, cleaned, and preserved like a treasure. 

What really gets to him is knowing you study his interests just to make him happy. He starts making sure to talk about the things he likes more openly, not because he wants more gifts, but because he loves the way your face lights up when you realize you found something perfect for him.

Joseph Joestar

Joseph acts like he has no idea what you’re doing, but he absolutely notices that every gift somehow matches his interests perfectly. 

He’ll joke about you spoiling him rotten, but he secretly brags about it to everyone he knows. 

If you buy him something related to one of his hobbies, he’ll immediately start using it in the most dramatic way possible just to show how much he likes it. He also starts purposely mentioning random things he likes just to see if you’ll pick up on it, and when you do, he gets this smug, proud look like he just proved something. 

Deep down it makes him feel really loved because he knows you pay attention to every little detail about him. He keeps even the dumb gifts because to him they’re proof that you listen to him more than anyone else does.

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro pretends he doesn’t care, but he notices every single thing you give him. 

At first he thinks it’s unnecessary, and he’ll mutter that you don’t need to keep buying him stuff, but he never actually tells you to stop. 

The fact that the gifts always match his interests perfectly makes it impossible for him to brush off. If you give him something related to marine biology, music, detective novels, or anything he mentioned once in passing, he gets quiet for a moment because he realizes you were paying attention the whole time. He keeps everything, even if he acts like he forgot about it. 

The more you do it, the more protective he gets of you, because to him that kind of effort means you care more than most people. He won’t say thank you every time, but you’ll notice he uses the things you buy him more than anything else he owns.

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke loves it immediately. He’ll get excited every single time you show up with something, even if it’s small. 

The fact that you specifically look for things you know he likes makes him feel understood in a way he’s not used to. If you buy him anything related to fashion, games, or other stuff he talked about liking, he’ll go on and on about how perfect it is. 

He also starts doing the same thing back, but in a more impulsive way, like buying you random things the moment he sees them. He tells everyone that you’re the best partner ever because you actually pay attention to him. 

Sometimes he’ll purposely talk about things he likes just because he knows you’ll remember later, and he finds that really cute. He keeps all the gifts, even the silly ones, and refuses to throw anything away.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno notices the pattern very quickly, but he doesn’t bring it up right away because he wants to understand your intentions. Once he realizes you’re doing it purely to show affection, he finds it incredibly touching. 

He’s used to people giving him things for power or status, so the fact that your gifts are based on what he personally likes means more than he lets on. 

If you buy him something connected to his interests, he’ll hold onto it carefully and keep it somewhere safe. He also starts paying closer attention to what you like in return, because he wants to show love in a way you understand. 

He doesn’t need expensive gifts, but the thought behind them makes him feel valued. Over time, he begins subtly mentioning things he enjoys, not to get more, but because he likes knowing you’re listening.

Jolyne Cujoh

Jolyne notices the pattern after the third or fourth time you hand her something that perfectly matches one of her interests, and she immediately calls you out on it in the most amused way possible. She’ll narrow her eyes, grin, and ask how the hell you keep finding stuff she actually likes, because she knows she only mentioned half of those things once. 

When she realizes you’ve been paying attention on purpose just so you can buy her things that make her happy, she gets this soft, touched look she tries to hide by joking about you being a stalker. She absolutely loves it though, especially when the gifts are things she can wear, decorate with, or mess with when she’s bored. 

She starts purposely talking about stuff she likes just to see if you’ll remember later, and when you do, she gets really smug about it, like she trained you or something. 

Even if she teases you, she keeps every gift, and the ones she likes most end up being used all the time because she likes the feeling that you picked them out just for her.

Johnny Joestar

Johnny is confused at first because he’s not used to someone showing affection that way. 

When you start giving him things based on his interests, he gets suspicious, wondering why you’re going out of your way for him. Once he realizes you do it because you care, it hits him harder than he expected. 

He keeps every gift close, even if it’s something small, because to him it feels like proof that someone chose him on purpose. 

If you buy him something related to horses, racing, or anything he mentioned liking, he gets quiet but noticeably softer. He starts talking more about his interests without realizing it, and Gyro definitely notices. He may not always react loudly, but the way he looks at you when you hand him something thoughtful says everything.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Josuke doesn’t realize what you’re doing at first, but once he notices that every gift somehow matches something he likes, he gets really curious about how much you pay attention to him. 

He keeps all the gifts in his room and looks at them more often than he admits. 

Since he struggles with his identity, the fact that you learn his preferences on purpose makes him feel more real somehow. He starts wanting to learn everything about you too, just so he can return the feeling. He also thinks your gifts might help him figure out who he was in the past.

Jodio Joestar

Jodio immediately realizes what you’re doing, and he thinks it’s cute. He’s not used to people caring enough to study his interests, so every time you give him something that fits his taste perfectly, he just stares at you for a second like he’s trying to figure you out. 

He won’t make a big deal out of it in front of others, but when you’re alone he’ll admit he likes that you pay attention to him like that. 

He likes the idea that you’re listening that closely. 

He keeps the things you buy, even if he pretends they’re not important. To him, your gifts feel less like objects and more like proof that you chose him specifically.

Dio

Dio notices immediately, of course. The fact that every gift you give him perfectly matches his tastes makes him realize you’ve been studying him, and he finds that extremely pleasing. 

He sees it as devotion, and he absolutely encourages it without saying so directly. If you bring him something luxurious or something connected to his interests, he accepts it like it’s his right, but the look he gives you afterward is softer than usual. 

To him, your gifts are proof of loyalty, and he keeps the ones he likes most somewhere private. 

He may act like he expects it, but deep down he enjoys knowing your affection shows in such a deliberate way.

Kars

Kars finds your habit fascinating. At first he thinks it’s just human behavior, but when he realizes you specifically learn his interests just to give him things he likes, he becomes genuinely intrigued. 

He’s not someone who needs possessions, but the effort behind your gifts catches his attention. If you bring him something related to nature, science, or anything he finds beautiful, he actually keeps it instead of discarding it. 

He starts watching you more closely, noticing how carefully you observe him to figure out what he enjoys. 

Your way of showing love makes him see you as far more perceptive than most humans.

Yoshikage Kira

Kira notices the pattern almost immediately, and it makes him nervous at first because he doesn’t like people paying too much attention to him. But when he realizes your gifts are always harmless things related to what he likes, he slowly starts to relax. 

If you give him something connected to his routines or hobbies, he feels strangely comforted by it. 

He keeps the gifts neatly organized and takes very good care of them. The fact that you quietly learn his preferences without making a scene fits perfectly with the kind of life he wants. 

Over time, he starts to appreciate your habit more than he expected, because it makes him feel understood without forcing him to explain himself. He may never say it directly, but your thoughtful gifts make you one of the few people he actually feels at ease with.

Diavolo

Diavolo is suspicious at first. He wonders how you know so much about him. 

Once he understands that you’ve been paying attention on purpose, he finds it strangely comforting, even if he doesn’t admit it. He isn’t used to affection that isn’t tied to fear or power, so your gifts feel unfamiliar but not unwelcome. 

If you give him something he genuinely likes, he keeps it somewhere private where no one else can touch it. 

Your way of showing love makes him feel like you know him without threatening him.

Pucci

Pucci notices your habit quickly and understands the meaning behind it right away. 

The fact that you study his interests just to make him happy feels very sincere to him. He accepts your gifts politely, but he treasures them more than he shows. 

If you give him books, music, or anything connected to his beliefs, he takes it as proof that you truly listen to him. 

He starts being more open about the things he likes because he enjoys the feeling of being understood. To him, your gifts feel almost symbolic, like small acts of devotion. He keeps them in perfect condition and remembers exactly when you gave each one to him.

Funny Valentine

Valentine immediately recognizes that your gifts are intentional, and he finds it very charming that you go out of your way to learn what he likes. People usually give him things out of obligation, so the personal thought behind yours stands out. 

If you bring him something related to his interests or his work, he thanks you formally but with a warmer tone than usual. 

He keeps everything carefully stored, treating each gift like something meaningful rather than disposable. He also starts paying closer attention to what you like, because he believes affection should be returned properly. 

The fact that you show love through effort rather than words makes him respect you more, and he becomes noticeably softer with you than with anyone else.

Diego Brando

Diego notices almost immediately, and he definitely teases you about it. He’ll smirk and ask if you’ve been spying on him when you give him something that perfectly matches his interests. 

But even while he’s making fun of you, he’s clearly pleased. He likes knowing you pay that much attention to him.

He gets this smug, satisfied look like he won something. He actually keeps the gifts he likes the most, even if he pretends he doesn’t care. 

Your habit makes him feel important, like he’s worth studying, and that’s something he secretly loves.

Tooru

Tooru figures it out very quickly, and instead of being surprised, he finds it adorable that you go to such lengths just to make him happy. 

He notices that every gift somehow matches his tastes perfectly, and he realizes you’ve been paying close attention to everything he says. 

He starts mentioning things he likes on purpose cause he honestly likes getting free stuff, and when you do, he gives you that amused smile like he expected it. 

when he became a vampire, nothing really changed at first.

dio loved how obedient you were in following him rather than that pathetic JoJo—you were his lover after all, and he was ecstatic to see you leave all your belongings behind to live with him in this gorgeous, tall mansion to provide him with all your love… until he saw your surplus amount of pure fluff and beady eyes on your shared king-size bed.

he's a vampire. it's not like he needed to sleep. what did he care if he couldn't hold you or feel your warm skin under his? dio doesn't care. why the fuck would he, the dio brando, care? even if you strangled him, there's no possible way in hell he's ever admitting that he wanted to replace the stuffed cat you coddled every night. although, he can never truly hide anything fully. you find out faster than he wanted.

you love teasing him about his envy when you would cling to a plushie tightly instead of his arm. that pissed him off to no end. you're out here cupping his cheeks and giving him warm kisses to make up for it, though. he has to forgive you.

wherever you're not looking, he's kicking the SHIT out of the inanimate creatures that just so happen to fall off the bed. into the fireplace you little bitch.

"Worthless. What exactly does my lover find more enticing about you rather then me?"

dio finds himself insulting and talking to the plushies more then he should be. go figure. he hates just how much he hates them—he shouldn't be envious over a bunch of cotton and fabric. it makes him want to step out into the sun when you catch him having a heated argument with your stuffed elephant after you gave it a kiss good morning rather than him.

if you happen to ask for more fluff-balls to add to your collection? he'll be irritated for weeks. still, he loves you too much to deny you the pleasure of giving you gold and riches to go out into town and buy yourself more.

insists that the more stuffed animals you get, the more attention you must provide to him.

"My dear, now is hardly the time to be coddling those things. Come now—if you need something to hold on to, let me be your safety. Sounds like a good deal, hmm?"

most certainly throws all of the plushies on his side of the bed off (when he does sleep), despite how upset it makes you. but who needs all of those childish toys when you could have this giant hunk of a man who is practically a huge (freaky, sexy) teddy bear?

KARS ;

he doesn't really see the need for such trivial little things. all they do is get in his way when he's walking into your shared chambers—why would you possibly want these things around? why so many?

(assuming you're a human, one that he tolerates more than anyone) humans have always been such confusing things to kars, but out of every single one he's laid eyes on, let alone met, you are by far the weirdest.

if you were to be a fellow pillarman, he would be more fed up then ever. you have so many other things to worry about—worshiping him—that you shouldn't even give these pieces of cotton and yarn the light of day.

he's in love with you regardless, plushies or not of course. he could care way less then he does.

kars doesn't get jealous easily, even when watching you give a million smooches to a simple stuffed dog. but he does think of it as foolish.

"Dearest, must you distract yourself from our time together? This is of utmost importance to our courtship. If you feel the overwhelming desire to hold something, I am right here. Now put down the stuffed creature, or I might have to rip it to shreds."

he gets annoyed when he trips over a pile of the loved plushies—but, contrary to both your and the other pillarmens beliefs, he's more tolerant to them then you thought. he might pick a few of them up and toss them onto the bed carelessly. if he misses, he misses. if they land perfectly, then he gives himself a little smirk and goes off to brag to you. esidisi, wamuu, and santana never thought that they would see such a side of him. it's definitely the softer one. don't let that fool you, though—he is still fully on guard to the point of slicing a dust bunny.

hates to say it, but he finds it terribly cute of you to lay down on one of your giant teddy bears, or simply a pile of fluffy goodness. something about seeing you so affectionate and willing to carelessly give your love to just objects makes his heart beat faster. you just look so… perfect, like you usually do.

that's too embarrassing. forget he said anything.

kars is the ultimate being—he is above hatred. but if you were to express disinterest in a certain plush, he absolutely will tear it to shreds for you. he might make a bit of a fuss out of it, but anything to have you cling onto him the way you do after he does something you want. (he's a simple god. all he's saying as that he enjoys your touch when you're feeling clingy. that's it). on the rare occasion that you come to dislike one of the many animals on your bed, he's more then happy to get rid of it.

"Am I supposed to dispose of this one? I didn't like it in the first place. Good riddance," he'll scoff, the smooth of his muscular arm shifting into a sharp blade that immediately rips into the ugly stuffed animal. "Now that that is taken care of, I'm thoroughly bored. Let us embrace, yes? I'm much warmer then that thing."

physically changes his body heat to resemble one of a birds, making himself almost too hot. still, as much as you hate to admit it, your lips feel significantly warmer on his bare chest, neck, and face, as compared to one of your stuffed animals.

you couldn't possibly ask for more, kars believes, until you ask him for a large rabbit plushie the size AND cost of your house.

he doesn't even give you money. he just goes out and takes it from an expensive store at night. you don't have to know, even when you interrogate him—what is this, 20 questions??

regarding the plushies on his side of the bed (which only happens when you're angry), he won't lash out like he does with other people. he'll be mad as fuck, but he knows you'll probably shoot and kill him (somehow) if he throws all of them out the window. esidisi, wamuu, and santana have never in their lives seen kars neatly pick up the stack and put the stuffed animals on the loveseat with so much care. he's never doing that again out of pure embarrassment after he was caught.

ESIDISI ;

he's way more lenient then kars. if anything, he encourages your habit—he can't say no to you. even if it means it takes him a little more time to get to you in your room, stepping over every plushie cautiously, he's more then happy to acknowledge all of them.

esidisi is buying you (stealing) more when he has the chance. as rough as he seems, he can't resist the look on your face whenever he sees your eyes light up from the sight of a new creature for the collection.

often teases you about how you could possibly divide your love up for all of them. surely all of your love goes to him, but what are the measurements for the amount of love you give to each plush? unless you adore favoritism. he can't complain, after all—you get special treatment regardless of what species you are (human or pillarman).

if you're human, he absolutely sees this as another reason why humans are weak and need to be protected—you can't go a day without wanting to hold one of the animals. but, then again, that's what he supposes he likes about you. you aren't as vunerable as he first thought, and you certainly put him in his place when you beat his ass over calling you a weak little human. you have more of his respect then he's willing to admit.

if you're a pillarman, he honestly admires you. a true warrior like you isn't ashamed to show off the things they love. then again, how can you not be embarrassed with such… odd creatures?

esidisi compares how much you love your plushies to how much he loves you. he'll say that it's like your his own little stuffed animal, one he gets to squeeze and hug and kiss with ease—until kars or wamuu is around. he might be open with his affections, but there's no possible way he would do the shit he does when his lord is around.

he 100% gets more jealous then the others might. he is the type to love and care for your plushies just as much as you do, but the second he sees you holding a little giraffe at night instead of him? gone. you don't see that plushie until a few days later when you find it in the garden coated messily in soil.

"It had no purpose. You already have something to cherish, I am right here, am I not? The next time you are cold or seeking affection, I will always be around for you. Now, come here, my beloved, return to your lovers arms."

when you finally pick him over the plushies over time, it's like his world stopped. he doesn't even need to sleep, but the sensation of your cool skin against his warm makes him want to smother you with love.

esidisi's first instinct when it comes to kars threatening (or maybe even doing it) to throw out your worthless stuffed creatures, is to argue. of course, that never really turns out well. after one second, this man is on his knees begging and pleading his lord to keep your plushies. not only did he embarrass himself, he managed to embarrass both you and kars. kars partially hates you after that; he fully thinks you made esidisi too fucking weak for his own good.

you never forget the names of the plushies—but he does. he almost starts tearing up when he realizes he got Dave The Pig's name wrong.

"It wasn't intentional! His name is Dave, I knew that. I would—" Esidisi sniffles, pounding his fist against the bedside table in frustration, "—I would never forget!"

you're too in love with him. he's so much more of a sweetheart then you initially believed. the second you're upset with him regarding your stuffed animals, he's so quick to do a 180 and apologize. kars openly speaks about his disappointment in his fellow pillarman for this behavior, but that just means that he does it more in private.

if you want more? done. you don't even say what you want—he just pulls up after five minutes holding a batch of brand new plushies that just got restocked. good for you. good for you.

when his side of the bed, which he doesn't need in the first place, is covered in plush creatures, he finds your behavior more cute than ridiculous.

WAMUU ;

wamuu doesn't necessarily have a big opinion on it—he loves you until the heat death and worships you to the same degree as lord kars—but he understands your feelings and constantly validates them.

he understands the feeling of needing to care for something. it's nowhere near comparable to his dedication to obeying esidisi and kars, but it's a bit similar in the aspect that you both have things you care for excessively.

if you were human, kars and esidisi would absolutely disapprove of your relationship. of course, they have their own guilty pleasures too, so the least they could do was be lenient with allowing you to live, but that didn't stop their dislike from you. especially when you have a million plushies, almost as if you were a child. they look down upon wamuu for falling in love with such a feeble-acting human. only children had "stuffed animals."

if you were a pillarman, you're getting worshipped like you created the universe. but that's not the point. as a pillarman, wamuu would think that maintaining your strength and knowledge was the most important part. but you were nothing like him and the others, which he heavily admired you for. he considers your plushies to be your children, and everybody is sickly aware of when he embraces that.

wamuu doesn't get jealous easy, i would say. if he were to see you snuggling up to one of your stuffed animals, all he would do is stare in admiration, if anything. you're so gentle it makes him all warm inside. as kars would say; Ew.

he acknowledges and respects what time you want what. if you want to hold and kiss him? he's more then happy to oblige. if you would prefer in the moment to cuddle up to one of your million plushies, he'll nod and act as if nothing was happening.

"My love, what would you prefer tonight—oh. Forgive me, I suppose that's already answered," Wamuu smiles lightly at the way you clung onto him like a koala. You expect, and earn, a few kisses to your hands. "Is there anything else I can do?"

wamuu memorizes every name openly. he knows exactly what each plushie is, when you got them, what their name is; all the works.

treats all of them with respect as if they were equal to him. he would probably pick them up from their scruff or behind, observing them for a fair minute before patting its head when no one's looking. addresses and mentions the stuffed animals in basic conversation that makes you and the pillarman do multiple double-takes.

he notices the little things that might be future issues, as well as fixing them before you notice. sometimes there are stains of melted chocolate or juice—wait, what spill? already gone. plushie is squeaky clean.

oh, what's that? you want another? yeah. it's already on your bed. there's nothing this man wouldn't do—he even stole (or made by himself) little clothes to put on him he bare plush. all he needs as a "thank you" is a kiss and mayhaps even the privilege of naming it himself.

"What name are we thinking of, my love? Anything you come up with will be great, as always. I'm glad to be of assistance if you need ideas."

he doesn't get mad at your plushies—that's just childish. besides, he treats them as he treats you, so why would he ever treat them poorly?

aside from that one time where a plushie fell off the shelf and landed in your tea. we don't talk about that. the violence was perfectly consensual.

for whenever he comes to your room for a night of cuddles he earned, seeing his side coated in plush little critters due to you being mad at him, wamuu has to admit he's disappointed. but, he respects your silent wishes, and tucks the blanket over your shoulder a bit more before staying up once more to keep watch of the mansion. in the case where he needs a break or a breather, he will instead rest on the couch or loveseat rather than wake you up.

DIO ;

he's a grown ass man. he really doesn't care about your plushie habit as much as he would've all those years ago when he first became a vampire. whatever makes you happy makes him happy, even if he has to kick those little shits to the side sometimes. aside from that, he might even say he finds them cute.

he wouldn't be with you in the first place if he didn't respect you in one way or another. sure, your actions are kind of childish to him, but we all have our weird hobbies, right? either way, i think that the fact that he's a vampire lessens his anger with having your plushies hang around. he can just float over them.

dio absolutely hates the ones with the hard eyes. fucking despises them. also the itty bitty ones that he could swallow in one gulp. they get in the way all the time, and somehow the ones with the annoying beady eyes end up shattering everywhere because he gets so fed up with them that he breaks them. sucks to suck.

if you're a human, which is very unlikely, he'd have to get use to the fact that you can leave whenever you want into the sun and steal all of his money (consensually) just to return to the mansion with 30 different plush toys.

"Hm, dear, you're back? Do tell me, how was the sun today?" DIO chuckles lightly, a hand running through your hair as you proudly show off your new snake plush. "Yes, yes, I see Mister Venomous. Vanilla Ice will find a place for him."

poor vanilla ice. the majority of his orders nowadays, not regarding the crusaders, are finding places for your varying stuffed animals. if you find one in a place you don't like it? you can hear him being bitch-slapped from 17 rooms away. poor thing.

if you're a vampire, he supposes he'll hire some of his stand users and force them to buy whatever plushies you desire. he'd never make you go out into the sun—that's barbaric. anything for you, his one and only true love, immortal together.

…your plushies are there too, he guesses.

he will get fed up fast if you decide to snuggle against one of your massive stuffed animals instead of him—sure, he's cold (he's a dead body), but is his chest not good enough for you? he's the most powerful person on the planet and you dare to not want him? at that point he'll literally order vanilla ice to transfer all of the plushies off the bed while he grabs you and "falls asleep" holding you in a suffocating grip.

that's not jealousy, btw, that's just pure anger. well, maybe part of it is jealousy, but is it really jealousy if all he wants is the love and respect he, lord dio, deserves?

he doesn't care much for the demeaning names of your plushies, but if a servant ever criticizes them? fucking dead. or just severely threatened in a few rare situations.

"Hol Horse… my partner took time and effort into nursing these stuffed creatures. Do you have anything more negative you would like to say about them? Please. Do not make me repeat myself. I'm sure the maggots would love your vile, disgusting flesh. Better yet, Vanilla Ice would."

dio finds himself oddly curious sometimes. you'll be sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his beefy neck, yapping about the lore of the most recent plushies you got. some bullshit about divorces and love triangles… at this point, he's not ashamed to be nodding along. who needs books when he has you?

he's all for giving you his riches to buy more to your ever-growing collection—in the morning when you wake up, even one dream about an animal or creature is enough for him to send out a stand user to buy one for you. you don't even have to ask—and even when you do—it's always there, pristine, spotless, and always ready for cuddles.

if your bed is crowded with so many plushies he doesn't have any space? he moves you. this bitch scoops you up and moves you to another bedroom to cuddle with him there. you brought this upon yourself. you know he hates when you don't depend on him. he's not mad about you hogging the bed—it all ends the same way (you being trapped in a choking vice grip). that's something for younger him to get mad about.

KIRA YOSHIKAGE ;

when he first took his place as your husband, he thought your collecting habit was a bit odd. but really, he isn't one to be judging. what does bug him is the way you just lay your plushies all over the place. his question is; why the hell are the duckling plushies separated from one another?

he could care less about what you do in your free time, honestly. kira is only focused on himself, of course, but he gets all itchy when he sees your stuffed animals in different positions every day. it makes him want to kill you already.

too bad. he's stuck with you until he gets lucky and finds a new, saner partner.

aside from your little (massive) habit, life with him isn't all too strange. he's not very open to your affections, not that you need him in the first place. honestly, the stuffed animals were a win for him—you allowed yourself to be more distracted, and he didn't have to give up more than a quarter of effort into giving you love.

and then… oh! yikes. your hands come into the equation. it's the night he comes home from overtime at work, ready to conk out on your bed together. the thing that caught his attention wasn't the fact that you cleaned off his side for him kindly, but the way your hand traced circles unconsciously on the fur of one of your duck plushies. even in rest, your affection seemed to work in tandem with your unconscious body.

it's the way your fingers brushed through the cheap fur, slow and unwavering. when you stopped, it's like his heart ceased its rhythm. so, regarding envy? yeah… he's already past that stage. poor him. otherwise, he couldn't care less. surely.

kira finds himself being unnecessarily affectionate. he always gets the urge to gravitate towards hands, of course, but he can't keep himself off of you. every time you're not caressing one of your many stuffed animals, he's stealing your hands away (figuratively) from you and pressing tender kisses to them.

aside from your flawless hands, he starts thinking of you and your plushies to be endearing in your/their own little way. the way you kiss all of them good night. the way you give them all names, all 100+ of them, and somehow still remember. there's something so simple and natural about it, like a routine of sorts.

secretly memorizes all of their names with you. the serial killer isn't even aware of the fact that he addresses all of them so casually when something happens—let alone how he helps as if it's the most important thing in the world.

"Honey, Rupert Jr. fell off again, I fear. Shall you get him, or do you want me to?"

and he'll pick up the fallen soldiers, then the next thing you know, all of them are organized. although, he has a hard time picking how they should be sorted. start with the top of the food chain? no, no—that would mean the pink lion would go next to your orange shark. fuck no. color coordination? maybe… but he hated the way the polar bear was right next to the rabbit. alphabetization? too much time.

the amount of times he's been late to work because of stopping by toy stores for you is disgusting. he wants to scrunch his face up every time he steps foot in the stuffed animal isle, passing by snotty kids and picking up the plushie that looked the most spotless. of course, he took into account what your favorite brand was and what animals were your favorite. of course he did. that's what husbands did, right? he was just blending in.

kira despises himself for getting so attached to you—of course, you didn't suspect him of anything, but he would have to leave eventually. he hates the way his heart speeds up every time you smile, especially how you hold his face gently as if it's glass and press your lips to his as a thank you. it's so overwhelmingly intimate that he finds himself wanting to get you even more plushies then you ask for in the first place.

"It's no problem, hon. I couldn't say no to you if I tried," Kira would lowly chuckle, pressing your hands closer to his skin. "Say the word and I'll have more by tomorrow. How does that sound?"

on an off day, if you just so happened to be mad at him and crowd his side of the bed with plushies (mixed and out of order), he wouldn't be too terribly upset, but it would get on his nerves every time you ruined his perfect organization. you might wake up in the middle of the night after he returns home, spotting in your peripheral your husband. your loving, terribly quiet husband, who slowly organized and put every plushie back in its respective spot in the large bedroom.

DIAVOLO ;

THIS ANNOYS THE FUCK OUT OF HIM.

not only do you get so mad at him all the time for not properly transporting and moving your plushies when you're traveling, they get in his way all the time. he's comfortable with tight spaces. tiny spaces. but not when they're shoveled with your stupid fucking creatures.

yeah, yeah, he loves you—so what? they piss him off and it doesn't help that you're constantly distracting him for more. diavolo doesnt approve of your habit of course, but doppio does, and that worries him sometimes.

sometimes he gets so mad that he splits the room into two halves—your side, which you can barely move in, and his side, clear and absolutely positively walkable. he is ignoring your whines on purpose.

"Darling," Diavolo starts, his voice an aggravated growl as his eyebrows furrow. "Get your stuffed bat off of my side. I get that you're running out of room, but I set this tape down for a reason. Now let me work."

he doesn't care if it's "cute". he can't afford to have the two of you slow down at all because you left a plush or two behind. if you're lucky he'll let you take 10 with you at the end of the day.

if you ever end up settling with him—ever, which I doubt—he'd be fine with the plushies. just kind of weirded out. i don't think he would like it very much if he woke up in the middle of the night to see 50 stuffed animals glaring down at him from the top of shelves and windows. fuck that.

this bitch does not get jealous. he's too busy locking in on his glowing white computer screen. you could be kissing a plush right in front of his face and he'd just look at you so worriedly. you're just blocking his vision, he doesn't actually care that you're not giving him kisses.

he's not all kissy and cuddly anyways. you're better off with the plushies.

he hates to admit it, but when you're all tuckered out and exhausted from how much work he gives you, watching you snuggle up to those dumbass plushies you love so much is more worth it than he originally thought. diavolo finds them annoying—not you. in a way, secretly, he finds it cute. but heaven forbid he ever say that.

this man is NOT above throwing out or destroying your stuffed animals. if they get onto his side of the room more than once, they're gone. you'll probably never see them again.

he's one of the richest people on the planet. he could buy you anything you ever wanted if you asked—just… not more plushies. they piss him off too much. the only occasion he'd ever invest in those stupid little things would be your birthday or christmas/hanukkah. otherwise you're on your own sneaking some past him.

"Happy Birthday. I know I'm not usually fond of celebrating or whatever… it's not usually worth my time. But I guess you deserve a new one of your, uhm, toys? If it makes you happy… then I guess we can let it stick around a while. But don't get used to this. Alright—let's transfer locations."

one time you tried to clip a plush keychain onto his belt loop. he's always so tired he didn't even notice until you heard him get frustrated at you in the middle of the night. he still loves you—he loves you after decades of knowing each other. he'd be mad, but he recognizes you're just trying to mess with him and have fun. he guesses he'll let you have this moment.

you two don't usually share a bed; it's just not his thing. he's not really physical, either. so, what you'll do when your mad at him, his sleep in his bed and take up his space with your plushies. it aggravates him to no end—and he'll 100% try and sleep in your empty bed to no avail. it doesn't feel right whatsoever. at that point he won't even go to bed, he'll just stay up and pull an all-nighter doing mafia bullshit.

DOPPIO ;

he finds it cute, and then he finds it weird, and then it circles back to cute again. your collecting habit is adorable to him, but he has to admit it's kind of crazy that you spend hundreds of thousands of your his money just to buy more of these fluffy things. but they are cute!

with all the traveling he does, he worries with how diavolo might process the amount of plushies you have. but not to worry, he hoards a bunch of them in diavolos duffel bag for you. he blames you for being too stinkin' cute for your own good!!! and then diavolo wants to shoot him.

he loves all of your plushies equally. this bitch is having tea parties with them even when you're not around. to him, they're an extension of you.

"More tea for you, Lady Bubbles? Oh, what about you, Mister Electric?"

"My darling Doppio... Get back on track, please. Do not sacrifice the mission for a… tea party."

he gets jealous. yeah. you will see him sitting in the corner and pouting at you if you're bothering to cuddle and kiss one of them and not him. he has perfectly good lips for kissing.

doppio has lost count of the amount of times boss has gotten mad at him for even associating with your little hobby. he can't help it—it's almost become his hobby too! you've influenced him for better or for worse. the max he's allowed to do without getting yelled at is carrying his "phone" with him (one of your stuffed watermelon plushies).

he comes up with half of the names of your newer stuffed animals—it's a team effort. plus, his names are too good to just shake off.

he loves seeing you all cuddled up to the pile of plush toys you're allowed to have. you're adorable even when he can't indulge you at all—after all, he has to put work before anything. but then comes you, and then your plushies. if he had it his way, he'd buy you all of the plush creatures in the universe. maybe another day.

the tape that diavolo sets down? doppio tries to subtly move it sometimes, only to get yelled at. that doesn't stop him from trying sometimes, though.

sure, it gets a little crowded sometimes in whatever tight room boss transports the two of you to. but that's okay, he doesn't mind sleeping like a fucking egyptian to mold himself to fit into your bed.

he treats all of them equally, doesn't play favorites at all. they're all too cute to pick!

you love him to death and know that he's your ticket to buying more plushies. he gets yelled at, but it's for the good of the people (you)! he loves you unbearably so that he denies boss's orders sometimes just to go out of his way to buy you whatever you want. the missions aren't compromised in any possible way, so what's the harm?

"Babe, I got you this! You… uhm—I thought it'd be a great gift! Boss got a little heated at me, sure, but it was worth it, right? And there's more where that came from!"

you have a few choices. cuddle with a plushie individually and make him sad, or cuddle with him and a plushie. honestly, even when you're not cuddling with either, he's cuddling your plushies for you. he has no shame. sometimes he'll even accidentally kick you off the bed when he's trying to snuggle up to your collection (the small one, due to diavolos frustration).

you two share a bed, and you rarely ever get mad at him. so, imagine your surprise when you wake up to see this man laying where the plushies were, once covering his spot, but now on layered on top of him as he presses closer to you. he does NOT let them get in the way—he simply becomes one with them.