Slasher X Reader (You Have/had A Lover That Isnt Them) Pt 2

Slasher X Reader (You have/had a Lover that isn’t them) Pt 2

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x reader / Danny Johnson x Reader / Bubba Sawyer x Reader / Michael Myers x Reader

Warnings: Michael’s is barely nsfw. sexual themes. violence. angst. abusive relationships. 

Note: I know my last post was about how the slashers would react to your past lover / current lover. These are a little different, but still hold the same themes. 

Bo Sinclair:

o Bo was lonely. Despite the brothers having each other, that was clear to you. Vincent could help fill the rooms with wax figures, but that wasn’t going to change anything.

o There were many times that Bo would sit in the theater, and act as if the figure sitting next to him found the picture just as amusing or thrilling as him. But at the end of the night he would have to face the emptiness of his bedroom.

o That’s why he had kept you around, despite how condescending you could be. It was the middle of the night, and Bo was sitting outside his house with a cigarette in hand and his head in the other. Wasn’t long till he heard you come through the front door.   He didn’t turn around to look at you, but he did straighten out his body language. He didn’t want you to know how sad he could get.

o You sat next to him, immediately taking in the view of the night sky. At first neither of you said anything, but Bo noticed how your mouth opened and closed, so he stayed quiet. Considerate enough to let you gather your thoughts this once. “You haven’t really asked me what I was up to before I met you,” you finally said. “I wish you would have. Maybe then you wouldn’t get so upset with me.” Bo finally looked over at you, unlike him you didn’t hide how you felt.

o “Does it really matter what you did before,” he asked. If you didn’t want to get into a fight, you would have stayed quiet before. Tonight you were feeling a bit more courageous, because you knew that Bo wasn’t in his usual mindset.

“It’s been two years since I broke up with my last partner,” you began. “It started off as nice as one would hope. They would bring me gifts and flowers, it wasn’t until we reached our first year that they completely did a 180. They were awfully jealous and mean. Honestly, the nicest thing I could say about them was that they didn’t hit me.” You didn’t want to go into the full details, still not comfortable enough with Bo. The fact that you were making an attempt to open up to him should have been enough.

o Bo clenched his jaw, but didn’t say anything. “I always thought I got lucky,” you continued. “I thought I left before they could do more damage, but I didn’t realize how obsessive I was with picking up red flags with later romantic encounters. If there was one thing that scared me, I was out of there. It was small stuff too, like if they listened to too much dirty music or if they had a poster in their room of a revealing woman, I was gone.” You laughed at yourself, and Bo thought it was endearing. He almost smiled. He did like you, he liked you very much.

o But that was when your shift changed. “But you, oh you,” you weren’t sure to look at him or not. “I’ve come to realize I couldn’t read anyone at all, and for all I know those people I shut down could have made me happy. At least I wouldn’t have ended up here with you.”

Danny Johnson:

o You weren’t sure you could consider yourself lucky or not. You had been trapped by with the entity along with your partner. If you could have, you would have only wished this damned fate for yourself.

o On the bright side, you two were often paired up together which meant a higher chance of surviving. Some of the others weren’t too thrilled when they entered a trial with you two, knowing you guys would save each other before anyone else. Still, it was nice to know you wouldn’t be abandoned on a hook.

o Some of the killers had even caught onto your relationship. Extra points if they were able to kill one in front of the other. You wished you had made a better effort to keep it under wraps, especially after you began to pick up hints that the Ghost Face had some fucked up thing for you.

o You were lucky that the others hadn’t caught on, especially by your partner as  Ghost Face was always making you his final girl. There were a handful of times that you would catch him peeking over at you. The moment that he knew you had seen him, he would let out a chuckle. Your horrified look on your face never got old to him. Afterwards he would run off into the opposite direction, leaving you in your works and attempting to regain your composure.

o There had been a few times where you thought he was carrying you to be sacrificed by the entity only to be dropped in front of the hatch. This was why you made an effort to keep your distance from your partner during trials with the Ghost Face. For their sake, you didn’t want that killer finding out.

o But he had as your partner had gotten a little too close and kissed one of your injuries when they thought it was just the two of you. When you caught sight of Ghost Face peeking over the door frame, you panicked. As if it was a betrayal to the “relationship” you were forming with the killer or what fucked up illusions Danny was having.

o Despite all your best efforts after that, you partner never did make it alive when it came to running trials with Ghost Face. Luckily though, his soft spot for you hadn’t gone away.

Bubba Sawyer:

o If there was anything especially Human about Bubba Sawyer, it was his love for music. Chop Top and Nubbins would always check the cassette tape players after they made waste of their victims. Chop Top would always have first picks, and anything he didn’t care for or already had a copy of, he would give it to Bubba.

o Regardless of what it was, Bubba was always content. From classical, blues, jazz, art rock, it all made him happy. He listened to music the most when he was working with the bodies. But when he got some free time, there was usually music playing in the background.

o It had been two weeks since you had almost been killed by the Sawyers. In a sick way, you found it amusing that you would have been used in a chili recipe for a contest if you hadn’t manipulated Bubba into letting you live.

o Still, you had to wonder if the effort was even worth it. But Bubba did at least care for you and hated how much you cried. But he never did anything when Nubbins and Chop Top ganged up on you, threatening to make a stew out of you. Another reason you were resentful towards Bubba. Any person who doesn’t defend their partner isn’t worth the time of day, but not like you had a choice in this matter.

o After all the threats towards you and teasing towards Bubba, Chop Top at least made up to his brother by giving him another cassette tape. He didn’t say where he grabbed it, but you recognized it. The tape belonged to you, and was made for you by your significant other. You didn’t need to ask, you knew Chop Top had grabbed it from your vehicle and was only now giving it back.

o Bubba was excited to hear it, taking you back to his quarters to listen to it. He was also eager for you to listen to it, really expecting that it would put you in better spirits.

o It only took the first song for a spring of tears to run down your face. You had to wonder if they were even making an effort to find you despite how all the songs had lyrics that proposed strong, unbreakable love.

o You were surprised when the music stopped, as Bubba often played the tapes on repeat for hours. You looked over at him to see he already had the tape in his hand and was walking up to where you sat.

o Bubba was gentle with you, at least tried to be. But he still scared you when he got too close to you, still not comfortable with his presence. When he was in front of you, you only looked up at him with a questionable look. Your tears had already stopped, and that was how Bubba came to the conclusion that the tape had been making you sad.

o  He easily snapped it in half, which caused you to let out a little gasp. The gesture was meant to show that he didn’t want you to be sad, and he didn’t mind making sacrifices for that.

o “You dumbass,” you said under your breath as you buried your face into your hands with mental exhaustion. Bubba hadn’t heard you, but he knew it hadn’t worked or that he would need to try harder. He wanted you to be as happy as you made him.

Michael Myers:

o Despite having kept you around for weeks now, there still wasn’t a single thing you understood about Myers. Why he killed, why he refused to die, why he didn’t talk, why he had taken such an interest in you that still hadn’t ended with a knife through your chest. He was beyond an enigma.

o Keeping hostages didn’t seem like his forte either, but here you were. You were thankful for being kept alive, but there were multiple moments where you believed he was going to kill you. He was never gentle, not because you didn’t think he wanted to be, but because he didn’t know how to be.

o All he knew was violence. Despite wanting to make a change of that with you, this was guaranteed to end badly for you.

o He liked how you never screamed or tried to reason with him, you were smarter than to waste your efforts with him. Your first sincere reaction to him was when he took off his mask in front of you. You tried putting the words “handsome” and “attractive” in the farthest part of your brain, but just seeing his actual face felt intimate. Despite his damaged eye, you knew if anyone just saw him walking down the street, he would turn quite a few heads with his features.

o You blushed but looked away, as if he had done more than just show you his face. It wasn’t long after that, that he had made a move on you. Finally removing your arms of their bounds, as any perfectly sane person would, you pulled him close to you by his head. Despite how much your arms ached, you ignored it to give him a surprisingly strong kiss. Not even a single thought to the person who was possibly looking for you, after witnessing Myers kidnap you.

o Your want for him had only been growing since he allowed you to truly look at him. But regardless of wanting him so bad, he still hurt you. You were flat on your stomach, none of your limbs supporting your body as Michael took you for the first time. Almost all his weight was on top of you, but you didn’t care. You knew there wasn’t a shred of love in your actions. This was the only time you cried out.

o There was still that thought in your head during the whole process, that once he was done, you were going to die.

o You hadn’t though, assuming Michael still wanted more out of you. But there finally did come that day, that your partner did find you along with a band of police officers.

o If they had gotten to you sooner, then maybe you would have been happy to them. Instead, you were almost tempted to tell them leave you. Michael was out, and you didn’t want him to believe that you had abandoned him. You didn’t want to go, not after.. You were losing it, telling yourself that it was a sick thought to think there was something more to this relationship.

o “He was going to kill you sooner or later,” you told yourself. But that was a lie.

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Somewhere an article read that if Dio survived long enough to know about Giorno he would have killed his mother and step father and taken Gio in, may I please get a small scenario where Dio takes Gio home and a Gio is terrified Dio’s wife won’t like him but she (kind bubbly caring and motherly) immediately throws her arms open and cries “MY BABY BOY!” And won’t stop kissing his face and steals her attention away from Dio whom becomes a pouty baby please and thank you sweetheart!

[ Oh my god please little Gio.  Little Gio and reader as Dio’s wife?  Little Gio with a better childhood?  That is all.  Yes please. ]

Giorno Giovanna did not - or perhaps he could not - remember much of his early life.  The farthest back his mind could reach was to a dark, rainy evening, one where thunder had rumbled so loud it shook the ground as though an earthquake and lightning struck the ground in dizzying patches of heat, bolting down throughout all of Italy as the winds of the Mediterranean pushed the storm onwards, deeper into the country, growing a mile a minute.  He’d been trying to sleep.  With his favorite plush animal, he’d pulled the covers up over his head, trying his hardest not to let the rash sounds overwhelm him but trembling nonetheless, eyes wide open, seeing nothing but black save for the occasional illumination that sparked from the clouds.  Nobody had come to him.  Not his stepfather, nor even his own mother.  As for his real father...well, he’d never met the man.  At least, not until that night, when, as the storm picked up, violently thrashing rain against the windows with such strength it was a wonder they didn’t shatter to pieces, an unfamiliar voice had resounded softly within his ear.  

“You’re alright now, Giorno.”  It was deep, commanding, but with a strange twinge of care just barely noticeable.  As he was still under the covers, now completely and absolutely terrified, clutching at the fabric with desperate hands and wishing he was anywhere else but there, all he could tell was that the man had moved to his bedside by the sound of increasing footfalls.  “Nothing will hurt you.  Not while I, your father, am here.”

And thus began his new life.  His mother and father had gotten lost from work on the way home that night, but Dio - Giorno’s father - had finally returned.  Now he resided with his father in a spacious, expensive home, straight in the middle of a prosperous portion of Naples.  Through their years together, Giorno had learned that his father had been a wealthy lawyer in both England and Japan.  The profession still provided for him now, albeit Giorno rarely ever heard his father talk about his work.  The boy couldn’t ever catch a glimpse of the cases Dio was supposed to be arguing on the television.  But he had learned quickly that although his father did love him, he was even more strict, sometimes seeming domineering or occasionally outright mean with scolding, should his son find himself in places he wasn’t supposed to venture, or performing activities deemed punishable.  Giorno loved Dio.  But he would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss his mother.  So, when one day, his father began speaking of a woman and her captivating beauty, he naturally grew curious.  He asked, over and over, what the woman was like, how his father had met her, how she looked, what she liked, how well the two of them knew one another.  Over time the questions became more and more incessant, with each query resulting in nothing but commands or reprimands from his father.  But equally over time Dio was home less and less.  Sometimes, he would be gone for hours, or a day.  Often he would vanish at night, while Giorno was asleep, but often strayed well into the afternoon.  Giorno grew worried.  What if another storm happened, like the one that had caught his first family, and his father was lost, too?  Who would take care of him then?  This fear only tripled as days turned to weeks.  But finally, upon asking one day, gathering up the courage for a scolding, after managing to catch his father, he had asked where the man was going.

Something about Dio’s nature appeared to have changed, or at least been altered to some degree.  Giorno had always known his father as a logical and focused man, but as of late he had begun to forget things, or seemingly get lost in his own thoughts.  All that Dio replied with was a dismissive, “Go back inside,” before his voice softened and something like - was that a smile? - formed on his lips.  “I’ve a present for you tomorrow.  Don’t make me postpone it.” 

The next day, the two of them spent all cloudy afternoon and evening going shopping.  Giorno felt it was a rather odd present, but nevertheless enjoyed the times where he’d point out something he liked and his father would purchase it for him.  Perhaps these were the gifts?  He was content with the idea that they were as the both of them made their way back to the car, especially as his father let him ride shotgun, but shortly after the car was in action this idea was debunked. 

“[Y/n] is waiting for us at home.  She really wanted to meet you today, Giorno.  After all, she is your new mother.”

Giorno’s eyes flew open in shock.  [Y/n]?  As in, [y/n] [l/n], the woman that his father had always talked about?  That [y/n]?  A-and wait, did he just say she was his new mom?  Despite how hard he bit it back, the question escaped him.  “My - my mom?”

Dio nodded, eyes never leaving the road.  “She only found out about you yesterday, but she said she couldn’t go any longer without meeting you.”

“Go any longer with what?”

“Oh, I mustn’t have told you.  [Y/n] and I are engaged, Giorno.”  He paused for a minute as he saw his son’s jaw drop from the corner of his eye, theorizing the dynamic his beloved son would have with his beloved [y/n].  You’d always been very caring, a kind and intelligent woman who kept herself well put-together, sensible and levelheaded, but the way that your eyes had grown wide as moons albeit far more beautiful, the gasp of surprise escaping your wide-opened mouth, staring in shock at him, breathless for a moment before you’d thrown your arms around him, the greatest smile Dio had ever seen emerging on your face, voice stuck somewhere between absolute surprise and absolute joy, barely able to speak as you begged your heart out to meet the young boy that Dio had just now informed was his son.  In every sense, you were completely overwhelmed.  You would have a little boy running around the house now.  It wasn’t just you and Dio destined to live as a couple, but you, Dio, and Giorno, a true family, undoubtedly inseparably.  In truth Dio hadn’t told you much about his son beyond his name and bits and pieces of his personality.  But now, waiting patiently at your fiancé's house, you nervously touched up your makeup, eyes darting between your face and the door, a smile on your face and a lightness in your chest. Your heart was racing like never before.

So was Giorno’s.  He wasn’t sure if he was afraid or excited, fearful or grateful, anticipating or anxious.  You’d always sounded so nice whenever his father had spoken of you.  But Giorno had never met you.  He wasn’t proper or well-mannered like his father, nor was he as quiet or interested in reading.  In truth he and his father didn’t have all too much in common.  And even then, even if the two of them were similar, would you like him then?  Maybe he would take up all of your time.  He would be a burden to you, getting in the way of everything, nothing but extra baggage in a previously perfect love, only eliciting every possible negative emotion from within your soul?  There wasn’t any way he could conceive it going positively.  He could hardly control himself under normal circumstances, but he knew he’d have much less a tighter grip on his childish behavior or energy when meeting you.  You would hate him.  He knew it.  He would ruin your love for his father.  He would -

“Go inside.”  Dio’s voice broke him into the clear from his thick, foggy thoughts.  Somehow Giorno found himself at the entrance to his house - right in front of the door you were behind - his father motioning to the unlocked door.  If he said something to his dad now, he would worsen everything, not just for you but for his dad, too.  And again that fearful thought crept up again.  If you were gone, and his father was gone, then who would be there for him?

He found himself being practically shoved through the doorway, a strong hand against his back as the two of them entered, only for Giorno to have perhaps a moment to center himself before losing his balance and sight in an instant, slender arms enveloping him.

He was adorable!  You understood Dio’s fear of keeping him from you - not all women were open to single fathers, but, of course, you weren’t one of them - but couldn’t believe the thought that he’d been hiding such a cute little treasure from you.  As you set him down from your spinning hug, you kneeled down to him, taking him in for the first time wholly, as he did the exact same to you.

You - you didn’t hate him?  You hadn’t screamed, or ran?  You had...that was, you’d...he’d gotten a hug from you?  As he regained his balance he found a pretty young woman smiling gleefully, kneeling down to his level and looking you over from head to toe, joy only blooming more and more on your face as you examined his features.  You had the cutest smile he’d ever seen, and as he returned one of his own, still in a stupor, you easily said the same for him.  Look at the way his perfect cheeks budged up as he grinned, eyelashes fanning the frame of his stunning green eyes, small little nose looking oh-so-boopable you could hardly contain your squee, completely and totally oblivious to your soon-to-be-husband, who stood in the doorway, mouth twitching into something like a frown of jealousy.  

You relapsed into hugging Giorno, who, this time, returned your embrace, and as you felt his little arms around your back, you cried, “My baby boy!  Oh, look at you, angel!”  Feeling him laugh lightly against you, you began to barrage his small forehead with kisses, eyes welling with tears that threatened to spill over.  He was precious.  So, so, so incredibly precious, and by god, you were so blessed to have him and Dio in your life.  Oh, how could he have hidden Giorno from you?!  “I love you so much, Giorno.”

“I - I love you too, Miss [y/n] - mom!”  And he did.  You radiated warmth and comfort, and gave the best hugs he’d ever received, and were way more pretty than his dad, and smiled way more often, and rained affection down upon him.  A giant grin emerged on his face.  “I’ll be good, I promise!”

A tear escaped you.  “Oh, Giorno...thank you…” you trailed off after wiping the wetness from your eyes, only to cast a glance up and find Dio, practically pouting, skulking in the corner, like a big baby in time-out, and you laughed, orienting your son so he could see his father.  “...But save some love for your dad, too!”  You leaned in close, face just besides Giorno’s, before continuing in a whisper, “He won’t ever say it, but I think he’s jealous of us.”  

Giorno giggled.  He loved you already, absolutely, completely and totally, and called out, “Dad!  Come get a hug from mom!  She gives the best hugs!”

And as Dio made his way into the picture, lifting his young son upon his arms and settling him atop his shoulder, taller than he could ever dream of, now up in the air of the adults, smiling just like you, the three of you were positive that nothing better existed than being there, together, by each other’s side - a family.

Craving You

Word Count :: 4,994

A/N :: Go easy on me, my sweeties. This is my first full fic in the hottest of minutes.

This is just some soft, tender, Husband! Hitoshi Shinsou x Pregnant Fem! Reader missing each other dearly. We’re sticking with Keiid’s adult version of Toshi because that version of him has me absolutely fuckin’ weak 🥴

🔞, smut, tender loving hours. Pretty much it, I wanna say.

You woke with a start, small hand darting out to feel for your husband only to feel his side of the bed not only empty, but cold. You sighed and attempted to sit up, holding your rounded stomach, feeling as your body ached. “Toshi?” You called out, silence answering back before sniffing for any hint of coffee in the air that he so loved to brew, strong enough to wake the dead. Nothing. Had he even been home at all last night? Being pregnant had done some weird things to not only your body, but your senses and sleeping habits. You noticed you’d sleep deeper than usual, something you hated. You wanted to be able to know when Hitoshi got home, when he hit the bed, anything. You wanted to be able to help should he need it. Take the other night for example. On his way home from being out on patrol he stumbled on a man who was robbing the local convenience store and though he caught the robber, he hadn’t escaped the ordeal without the guy putting up a surprisingly good fight. Toshi came home that night beaten to hell and you’d spent the better part of the evening with him on the toilet while you cleaned and patched him up. He didn’t want the help, wanted you to rest with your swollen ankles raised but you wouldn’t hear of it. When you were done, you carded your fingers through his short wild indigo locks, kissing his forehead while he caressed your stomach before wrapping his arms around you. You slipped your black cat slippers on, waddling from the loft down to the kitchen to grab a cup of black tea. Once you finished there, you made your way to the bathroom, turning shower on to your desired temperature. Your back was hurting and you wanted nothing more than to have hot water splashing against the painful spot as hot as you could bear. Carrying a whole other human inside you was hard work. You couldn’t wait to get back to work, kicking ass alongside your husband, the Shinsou’s back at it being a top hero power couple. You felt so out of shape and bloated and your breasts hurt when they were too full of milk, back and ankles on fire and swollen... you just seemed to be in perpetual pain these last 2 months. Not only that, you and Hitoshi’s sexual activities had to be put on hold and that was getting to you both and you knew it. You didn’t have to ask Toshi to know how much he was aching for you to the point of it making him at least a little crazy. As reserved as he was, gentle in his demeanor with you, and calm as a still lake, he was a human and he had needs. He’d never tell you, but he had to keep himself on more than one occasion from ripping your clothing off and bending you over the nearest surface to fuck you silly. Your dom and sub roles in the bedroom had to also be put on hold because Hitoshi could be a particularly rough man when it came to that, never truly knowing the full extent of his strength. He’d been absolutely terrified out of his wits of being rough once you started to show.

Great. Now you were sorely in pain and horny. “Stupid, stupid woman.” You seethed at yourself. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed the door to the shower open. It wasn’t until you felt the cool air hit your back that you felt a large set of hands slide from your hips to cradle around your stomach, your body tensing ever so briefly before relaxing. “Hitoshi, you scared the shit out of me.” You breathed, your shoulders relaxing. “I’m sorry, kitten. Are you ok?” He asked, hearing his voice was more gruff than usual had you turning to look at him. The normal bags under his eyes now looked like a set of luggage. He’d taken on more hours over the past several weeks to help build up some parental leave for when his daughter was due, he was busy doing so much and you felt bad. You cupped his cheeks before stepping forward on the balls of your feet with your lips poised for a kiss. He lent the rest of the way down to meet you, the water hitting his short wild tresses in the process, wetting it. “Toshi, thank you. You’re doing a lot and it shows. I wish you could rest already, we appreciate it and you so much.” You held the back of his neck, your thumbs rubbing lovingly along the sides behind his ears. He gave a tired, crooked grin, pecking your forehead then your nose before pulling away and looking at you with love, “It’s all for you guys, I love you with everything I am and I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He joked with a chuckle.

Before you had a chance to protest, moving to swat him at his choice of words, he grabbed your wrist and held it to his chest, dipping again to kiss you passionately, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip for permission, but you were already opening for him to invade your wet cavern with his muscle. Hitoshi’s kiss was hungry, conveying all the pent up want and need he had for you, his wife. His large hands roamed down your back, thick fingers skimming the curve of your spine before they landed at your hips giving them a loving squeeze only to then rest on each cheek of your behind where he pulled you against him, allowing you feel how hard he was for you. Gasping in his mouth before continuing the kiss, you threaded your fingers through his hair again, tugging and earning you a groan of pleasure from deep within his chest. With your hand still held against his chest, you dragged your nails across the neat indigo chest hairs that lay there before sliding over to graze over his nipple, hardening it. Toshi was breathing harder through his nose now, his hips rolling of their own accord before pulling away. You whined, eyes lidded and drunk off his searing kiss. He grinned before looking around your spacious rainfall shower to the built in bench. “Do you trust me, kitten?” Hitoshi asked. You shook your head in confusion. “What kind of... you know I do, with my life.”

Hitoshi guided you to the bench to sit for a moment before he stepped out of the shower to grab a couple of things. “I-I’ll be right back,” he said with his hands held up, nonverbally telling you to stay put, where you smiled and nodded as he stepped out of the bathroom. You’d heard him faintly talking to himself before a loud bang sounded out followed by him swearing under his breath loudly. “Toshi? Are you alright?” You called, tilting your head from where you sat with a hand on your stomach rubbing it. “I’m ok, my love!” He called before turning up at the door a moment later with a couple things in hand, namely a towel and his hero weapon, the capture cloth. You were puzzled to say the least. “What are you doing, sweetie?” You asked him with your brow cocked and lips parted in wonder. “Well, I know we haven’t been able to get as intimate as we’d normally like due to me being so busy at work and you being... being... so pregnant,” ‘Nice choice of words, Hitoshi.’ He mentally slapped himself, “So I had an idea while I was on my way home. Care to try?” He asked you, purple tried eyes looking at you so hopeful it ached you to see. You’d nodded and began the monumental task of trying to stand until he stopped you. “No, no, let me set it up, ok?” Toshi nodded as he helped you to sit back down again.

You guys’ shower was rigged in a such a way that there were bare decorative pipes that were hanging from the ceiling with holes drilled in them that assisted in providing the rainfall effect. Toshi rigged his capture cloth expertly through those pipes and used the towel, folded, against a portion of it. Before you knew it, you were looking at a rigged swing made out of the two items. The towel was placed as a little padding for a seat of sorts and Hitoshi stood back to survey his handy work. He nodded, happy with the look of it before looking back at you with a lopsided grin. “What do you think, kitten?” He asked, reaching his hands out to help you up from the bench. “I think it’s really smart... and I think you’ve been thinking about this for much longer than on your way home.” You poked at his side with your nails, causing him to jump a little before he grabbed the back of his neck, rubbing it. “Ok, ok. I’ve been thinking of what to do for a couple of weeks now, you got me.” Hitoshi admitted, pulling you close into his side. “I just... I just really, really miss you.” He said lowly. You looked into his beautiful, tired eyes, noting that they were lust blown. His purple orbs almost drowned out by dark, black pupils resembling voids. Drinking you in, full of want and need, his hand roamed your back, squeezing in a massaging manner that had your own eyes slipping shut. He felt how tight and knotted various places of your back were, frowning to himself. “I miss you so much, kitten. So fucking much.” Hitoshi was now pressed against the side of your face, gruff voice in one ear as he kneaded the skin of your sore back. “Toshi, I miss you so much too, I wish I can know about your safety the way I used to.” You were now pressed against his body, your arms around his neck while on your tippy toes to reach him better.

Hitoshi’s hands abandoned your back to glide down your hips, further below to start squeezing the backs of plush thighs as he lent down to kiss you passionately, his tongue in your mouth again, exploring every inch of it trying to memorize it even after all these years together. “I missed the way you feel against me. I absolutely crave the way you taste to the point that it’s all I think about, getting in the way of my work, do you know that, kitten?” Toshi said against your neck before he bit down on your pulse point. Moaning, your fingers dipping into his hair where your nails grazed his scalp. “Tosh- ah!” You squeaked, Hitoshi lifting you off the shower floor as your legs and arms immediately wrapped around your hulking husband for support, swollen, large belly pressed against his chiseled abs suddenly had you feeling some type of way as you stared down at where you both pressed together. “I love you.” You said, looking up to him to find that he was already staring down at you, watching as you took in the roundness of your stomach, holding his and your baby inside you. Your eyes brimmed with tears as he walked both of you to his little set up. “I love you, too. Baby? Baby what’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, unsure if this was something that had to do with pregnancy hormones or something he possibly did. You hugged him, warm tears falling onto his shoulder. He held his capture cloth in place as he set you down, perching you on a few bands he’d lined up to make a makeshift seat that was plush from the towel he set there. He backed up cautiously in case you’d tip in any single direction and he needed to grab at you. You went to wipe your eyes but Hitoshi was already doing it. His large hands cupping either side of your face, large enough to eclipse your delicate face easily. It would’ve looked comical in any other circumstance, but he loved the way you fit perfectly in his hands.

“Talk to me, baby girl.” He said, squatting down to be able to look at you better. His hands now at your thighs, rubbing soothingly up and down them while occasionally rubbing your belly. “I’m happy is all. I just... as a pain in the ass as it can be sometimes, I couldn’t be happier carrying our baby.” you said, another round of fat tears spilling from your face. “I’m sorry, I’m all over the place and I missed you, I’m so stupid an-“ “Hey.” Hitoshi’s tone was stern, shivers instantly running down your arms and legs so strongly that even he felt the goosebumps break out across the skin of your soft thighs. “I don’t want my kitty cat talking about herself that way,” his hands now skimmed over the tops of your thighs, slipping in between them and parting them. “I take offense when my wife is talked about in any sort of negative capacity,” he leaned in closer, you were so enraptured by what he was saying, having not been spoken to like that for what felt like forever that you weren’t even paying attention to his actions. “Even if it’s from my wife.” He licked a fat stripe up your core, able to cover more ground with his tongue flattened, a hiss of a gasp being drawn in as your feet swung from the sensation. “Toshi!” You threaded your fingers through his hair and balled your hand into a fist, pulling his hair, spurring him on as he licked more forcefully, tongue delving into your hole as he nudged himself deeper into your wetness. His hands closed around your hips and pulled you closer, the stubble of his beard rubbing against your skin deliciously as he worked like a man starved.

Toshi was giving all he had then, moaning into you, as he slurped and sucked, tasting what he longed for for weeks. His hand closed around your thigh, propping it up over his shoulder to delve deeper. Even with the shower running you could see the pre leaking from Hitoshi’s tip. Wiggling a little and masking it as movements to his actions, you take your free foot and gently rub it against his length causing him to pull away with a hiss before looking up at you through purple lashes. His eyes became lidded, grabbing that same leg and throwing it over his other shoulder before diving back in and licking with fervor. “Ah, fuck!!” You yelped, feeling as though you’d fall backwards but Hitoshi’s hands wrapped around your back and pulled you closer, anchoring you in place, assuring your safety. It was then that he started to tongue fuck you, his wet muscle delving in and out while intermittently swiping up to pay attention to your clit when his nose wasn’t bumping into it. Your moans got louder, soft thighs shaking around his head as you felt your first orgasm approaching fast.

Hitoshi wrapped one arm around your back as sturdily as he could so he could bring a free hand into the mix. Two thick fingers slid into your core, replacing his tongue as he began pumping at a brutal pace, crooking them just right. “Oh, oh God...” Your voice shook, one hand in his wet hair and the other latched onto his shoulder, nails leaving crescent moon indents into his flesh now that your legs were free. Toshi’s breathing was ragged, his mind on one goal and one only, the one thing he’d been envisioning his fingers do for the last 4 nights at the agency while he filed reports into the early morning hours. Your walls began to flutter, his lidded purple orbs flitting to yours as he came up for air, watching his wife get overtaken with pleasure. “I love you... I love you...!” Toshi panted into your pussy before you threw yourself back from the force of your orgasm, liquid gushing forward and coating his arm and then his face as he dove in to lap up what he could, instantly wrapping his arms around you again for stability so you wouldn’t fall backwards. He went from vigorous licks to kitten licks which melted into soft kisses. Kisses leading from your drenched core to your thighs and then your stomach as he rubbed loving circles into it with his thumbs, getting up from his position on the floor of the large shower, kissing the top of your head when he reached his full height. “You did so good for me, my beautiful kitten, you always do. I love you, sweetheart.” He cooed. “I love you, too.” You panted out.

He tipped your worn out, blushing face upwards to look at him, still catching your breath but not caring as you leaned forward to reach for Hitoshi’s cock before he grabbed your hands softly. “Baby, no need... w-wait till we’re done here, I’ll be raring to go again.” He smirked. In your post orgasmic haze, you didn’t even realize that from the sheer visuals and moans alone that you’d provided was enough to make him come, the water having washed away his mess. Toshi gathered both of your wash items, placing them closer on the bench in the shower before helping you down off the makeshift swing to stand before himself. He deposited some shampoo in his palm before massaging it in your scalp, washing your hair before running his hands through it to rinse it. He did the same with the conditioner, only leaving it in your hair as he washed your body lovingly. Admiring every curve and dip, no sexual drive behind his actions, just pure love before rinsing you off. When he was done, you gently guided him down on the bench so you could reach his head properly. Hitoshi stood at a whopping 6’ 1”. He was always on the taller side out of the many students at UA, coming in at 5’ 9” when you two met but as the years went on, he just kept sprouting. You were smaller compared to him, standing shorter in stature, you just reached above his shoulder when you and him stood side by side and you loved it. You loved climbing him like he was a mountain, latching onto him, your smaller frame melting and melding into his larger one, and it was one of your most favorite things in the world when he was spooning you.

A large palm came to rest against your stomach as you worked the lather in his hair, pulling you from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about, kitten?” Hitoshi asked, feeling as his unborn baby would push against wherever he’d touch. “You.” You hummed to yourself as you rinsed his hair free of the conditioner, bending to pour some body wash on his washcloth. No loofahs for Hitoshi Shinsou in your house, ‘Too damned girly’ was how he’d put it and you giggled at the thought. “What’s so funny, hm?” He grinned lopsidedly, bending to kiss your stomach with his eyes closed, lips brushing across your skin. It was moments like this that you wanted to snapshot and put away forever for you to cherish, observing the endless beauty he never seemed to know he has. At least until the silent admiration was interrupted by him pulling away and holding his chin exaggeratedly. You laughed, as you rubbed the cloth over his neck muscles to loosen him up. “She’s gonna pack a wallop, huh?” He joked, rubbing his jaw as you nodded with a smile. Hitoshi sighed as you kept working the washcloth over his upper body, his back, pressing as hard as you could which earned you some relieved of grunts. “Up, sweetie.” You stepped back a bit as Toshi stood, willing the jelly feeling you’d imparted on him out of his body. Bringing the washcloth to his abs, you rubbed, the scent of his body wash filling your senses as you got drunk off it. Your husband always smelled so nice, so warm and comforting. Like a cozy cabin tucked away in the woods on a cold winter night, it brought you comfort and safety. He watched you work, noting how you’d pause every now and again to deeply inhale his scent and with every open of your eyes, the more they lidded. When you got to his member, it was semi erect. You looked up at him and he smiled with a wink, “I told you. Gimme that, I think we’re done here.” He said as he finished up the rest of his body in record time, you giggling at his quickness as you put the items away before he tossed the washcloth back in its spot, and swooped you into his arms.

You squealed out with a laugh, Toshi minding where your stomach landed, his broad shoulders between your breasts and stomach, pushing the door open and draping a large towel over your body before bringing the both of you to your bedroom where he gently plopped you onto your large bed. He hovered over your laughing frame, watching as water dripped down from his hair onto the bed above your own head. Your laughing slowed as you noticed his silence, smiling at him and bringing a hand to his scruffy cheek to thumb gently at a scar he had over the left side of his lips leading into his chin. He turned his head and kissed inside your palm, his hand wrapped around your delicate wrist as he held it against his lips. “Turn around, kitten.” He gruffed. Hitoshi was helping you maneuver, perching onto the bed himself as he molded the front of himself to your back, his fully hardened cock prodding at your ass cheek leaving a smear of pre along your skin. Kissing along your neck and shoulders, Toshi ran a large hand from your stomach to your thigh, grabbing and propping it against his own leg which he used to open you up. Your breathing was already uneven, knowing what was coming yet not getting to you fast enough, your hips already rocking back into him for stimulation only he could provide. Hitoshi chuckled against your ear, “Does my kitty want it that bad?” He teased, reaching his hand between the two of you to pump his cock in his fist, teasing your already wet entrance. “God, you’re already soaked, baby, fuck.” He gritted out. “Toshi, stop acting like you’re not dying too and make love to me already,” you whined. “You’re always so coc- HAH!!” Your hand flung upward to latch onto the back of Hitoshi’s head which was buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder, biting into the soft skin that lay there as he jutted his hips forward and sheathed into you in one fluid movement. He gave you time to adjust, running his hand up your body, softly squeezing your breasts and lovingly rubbing your belly as he pressed more kisses into your shoulder and neck, sucking hard enough at your pulse point to leave an immediate blooming bruise.

“To- Toshi please. Please, please I need you...” You begged him as he pressed more kisses into your damp hair, his hips starting to move to create that hot friction you both craved. It seemed he was panting like a dog within seconds, thick fingers pinching your nipples as gently as he could, breast milk dribbling down the tips as he rolled them between his tips. “Fuck, kitten!” Toshi was now snapping his hips faster into you, the bed creaking with each brutal thrust. The second the headboard hit the wall for the first time, it acted as fuel for Hitoshi to go even faster. Hips rutting into you from behind so hard it hurt in the best way. He could already feel your gummy walls twitch and clamp down on him, knowing that you were getting closer with each thrust. “Fuck, baby, the way you’re taking me so -shit!- so greedily, so fuckin’ well, you really missed my cock, huh? Answer me!” He almost barked out, feeling you clamp down on him particularly hard when he did. “Fuck your cock, I missed y-you, Hitoshi!” You moaned, your nails digging into his neck. He groaned lowly, breathily whispering out, “Oh my fucking God!” before his hand came down on the swell of your ass, the sharp sting causing you to clamp down on him again a little harder. The slap didn’t pack the usual punch it did with Hitoshi’s heavy hands, but it was enough and you both noticed.

You rolled your hips into him, meeting his thrusts with your own as that wonderful feeling of a taut invisible string began to fray inside your stomach. “So good, so -y-yeah!- s-so fucking good, Toshi I- I, Godfuckinghell!! Ugh, missed you, I missed you, I-“ a broken moan tore from your throat at the feel of Hitoshi rubbing circles against your clit, his thrusts reaching inside you deeper, the prominent vein that ran along his cock sliding against your walls. His breath was coming out in puffs against your neck and cheek, groans and moans sounding out from him just the way you loved. “Mmm, kitty cat, fuck, you’re gonna cum! C’mon now, c’mon, I wanna feel you cream all over this cock, your cock, this cock belongs to you, all yours...” he reached his other hand around, gripping your throat, getting lost in the pleasure as he railed into you, watching your face for any changes in discomfort, keeping mind of the baby. Once your eyebrows slightly furrowed, he loosened his hold, allowing you to catch your breath for a few beats before starting the process again. “Cum, cum because I fucking can’t hold on much longer you’re sucking me in so goddamn good!” Toshi growled in your ear, his hand abandoning your clit for a moment to spit on his fingers just to go back to rubbing it faster than before. As your smaller hand gripped his forearm for dear life, you came undone. “Toshi, fuck!!” Hitoshi felt his thrusting cock get wetter, slipperier, as he slowed his rubbing fingers through your orgasm having released your throat long ago.

Now he began driving into you with reckless abandon, seeking his own release which wasn’t far behind in the first place. The hand that was at your throat now wrapped around your shoulder, while the one that left your clit reached up to grab at your free hand, threading his large fingers through your own. “O-oh my God, oh my God I’m gonna cum, kitten, fuck, I’m gonna cum...” sloppy hips faltered even more before he gave one last strong thrust, stilling inside you spilling his warmth in thick spurts, giving 2 more soft slow thrusts before coming to a stop. The both of you were breathing heavily, Toshi’s head dropped onto your own before he bent down a bit to kiss your shoulder, his stubble scratching at the softness of your cheek. His hair was now dry, being short, it drooped down onto his forehead. There was a fresh sheen of sweat over both of your bodies, especially on his chest and your back. “I love you.” You said, your breaths coming out fast but not as harsh as before. Hitoshi wrapped his arms around you, pressing you into his almost too warm body, nuzzling in your semi damp hair inhaling deeply, “I love you, too. So fucking much, don’t ever forget it. I’m sorry I’ve been away so much, I just...” You shook your head, opening your eyes halfway. “No. I know why you do it. I can’t ever convey how much it means to me that you’re working your ass off for proper time with me and little Anzu once she gets here. Do I miss you? Of course I miss you, I miss you terribly. I also miss working with you. I never realized how spoiled I truly am until it came time for me to stay home from work. Getting to see you every single day, work alongside you, be out in the public eye with you... I never realized that I spend every moment with you. And now that I can’t, it has me a bit out of sorts I guess you could say.” You confessed, your eyes heavily lidded with sleepiness, voice soft and gentle.

The bed suddenly shifted, Hitoshi launching himself over your body and plopping next to you to face you causing you to squeak out in shock. He cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a slow, passionate kiss. Your smaller hands planted against his chest, fingers rubbing lovingly before scooting closer to him where he wrapped his arms around you instinctively. “I’m almost done, sweetheart. Just one more week, maybe even sooner if Anzu comes before then. And hey, if you want, I can help you train up again my agile, telekinetic kitten. Would you like that?” He asked into your hair at the top of your head. You hummed softly and he looked down having felt your hand slip off his chest and go limp, joining your other arm pressed against him and the bed. You were fast asleep, your breathing slow and deep as Toshi took a moment to look at you, large hand caressing from your head to your shoulder, only to glide down your back where he grabbed the blanket and draped it over the both of you, snuggling your body closer to his. “And I thought I was the one who got into people’s minds. I don’t deserve you, baby girl.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your mouth before perching his head atop yours and falling asleep just as quick. You woke with a start, small hand darting out to feel for your husband only to feel his hand grasp yours and pull it to his lips, “I’m here, baby. I’m still here.” Hitoshi said as he cradled it in his own, pressed against his chest, a small smile gracing your lips before slipping back into the warmth of his embrace.

DIO Psychological Analysis + Relationship Headcanons

TW: Slightly NSFW

Dio Brando did not have a pleasant life. He was born in the more “underprivileged” parts of England, with insufficient money to keep him and his family at bay. To make matters worse, his father was a thief and an alcoholic who abused his wife and his son. Unfortunately, due to the conditions he was exposed to, Dio was affected in the worst ways possible; children who are abused adopt violent, aggressive, or criminal behavior or other behavioral problems, in addition to drug or alcohol abuse and high-risk sexual behavior. Despite Dio despising everything about his father, he mirrored a lot of his father’s foul behavior, even taking after his habit of drinking.

Dio’s hatred for his father is ignited by Dario’s abuse of his mother. During pregnancy, the bearer of the child shouldn’t be subjected to stressful events or a disorderly environment, and Dario Brando’s treatment was so horrid that poor Mrs. Brando lost her baby, Dio’s sibling. Dio was aware that his father was the reason that something like that happened, and while he watched his mother sob in misery at the loss of her child, he felt the hatred he had in his heart for his father to thrive, growing rapidly like moss in concrete cracks.

Simply hearing his father’s voice was enough to contort his face into a deep scowl, his eyebrows so furrowed that the crease between them remained permanent. Every single sign of his facial expression pointed towards hatred and disgust. He couldn’t believe that he shared blood with this individual.

Dio actually loved his mother; she was his safe haven while everyone else around him was a pack of ravenous wolves, ready to roll him in the dirt. The only redeeming quality about Dio is the fact that he loved his mother and cared for her; possibly the only humane thing he has ever done. The moment Dio’s mother passed on, he set it as a goal that he will blow out the candlelight of his sad excuse of a father’s soul, and proudly so.

“Devil that you were, you drove mother to an early grave. I’m glad you’re dead, may you burn for your sins. The riches that eluded your grasp? I will claim them in excess. You lacked the cunning to take what you wanted, but I’ll prevail! This Joestar shall be the key! Now burn!”

After being a doormat all his life, Dio was sick of submission. He didn’t crave equality, he wanted to ascend above everybody else; he wanted to be superior. Just equality wasn’t enough. Dio is a brat; if he wants something, he will get it. No matter what. He is ready to do anything to achieve his goals and make himself proud. Dio’s most identifiable characteristics are his unlimited ambition and his desire and love of power. He consistently scheming and aggressively domineering, and has recurrently shown a lack of ethics and empathy.

His smile is asymmetrical, a tell-tale sign for his arrogance and narcissism.

While addressing others, Dio points his index finger, figuratively beating the listener into submission.

Dio stands with his feet wide apart; a posture that displays dominance, telling you that he stands his ground. It’s used as a dominance signal by men because it highlights their genitals, giving them a gallant look. However, he sits with his legs crossed, indicating a feeling of confidence, superiority, and self-assurance.

Dio relishes being in a position of authority and has repeatedly stated how exhilarating it felt to be dominant. Dio never tolerated the idea of somebody surpassing his power or even being equal to him, and was infuriated and profoundly disturbed at the thought several times. If he were to court somebody, he would want them to shower him in praise and idolization. He would want them to know and believe it that he is better than them, that he has authority over them. It fills him with pride being the one in charge of everything that his partner does. He’ll tell you what to wear, how to do your makeup, when to reapply your lipstick – he’ll demand you to wear his favorite colors. With his power, you should expect a lot of frivolous gifts. Clothes custom made to your measurements; the finest satin and silk there is. He wants his pet to look their best, always.

He loves it when you worship Jonathan’s his body. Trail kisses from his neck all the way to his abdomen while he strokes your hair and coos out praise. Narcissistic as ever, he only ever refers to himself as Dio.

“You love Dio, your beloved master, don’t you, little one?”

“My, My… You look absolutely exquisite in the fabric that Dio has gotten you, my darling.”

He is extremely possessive of you. D’arby and Vanilla Ice are forbidden from ever touching you, and he’ll glare daggers at them if they stare for a prolonged period of time. One of the only human things he has done in the one-hundred years of being an immortal being is loving you. Possessively and intensely. Consider yourself extremely lucky that he has kept you alive for so long, as he only views women as objects for sex or food.

Just like when he was a young boy, Dio still has an affinity for reading, as he is found in the library of his mansion at times. He’ll keep you in his arms while he indulges in reading, but only if you caress and stroke his sides. He adores the contrast between your warm body and his cold, lifeless one.

He’ll firmly grip your thighs and slightly dig his nails into them. He loves marking you by scratching on your soft skin or leaving love bites where they can be seen by others. He likes to make the message very clear that you belong to him.

Dio displays his decent side to those who are good to him, so stay good to him. Stay submissive and never go against his word. He knows what’s best for you, and you should be well aware of his insight.

Often, he will ask you philosophical questions and humor himself in meaningful conversations with you. Of course, it’s partially because he wants to show you his educated and intellectual side; a testament that he is the scholar and you are the student. You report to him at all times. He feeds you with knowledge, and in return, you give him all that he expects from a good, obedient pet and follower – the worship he deserves.

He sports the fragrance of Egyptian musk – very pleasing, arousing warm, smoky notes with touches of dampened timber. Though, he is picky about the quality as cheap Egyptian musk tends to be rather pungent.

He frequently orders kindly asks you to light incense in your shared chamber.

Once you stroked his ear with the three beauty marks adorning it before kissing it and wrapping your plump lips around it, suckling gently. He lost control and ravaged you in bed. You weren’t able to walk for days or whimper anything besides his name.