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My liege, how do you remain positive in a world so cruel?
There is a lot of despair right now. I do not wish to add for it. A lot of things can be taken from me, but I will remain hopeful and silly and filled with love for the people I care about. They will not take away my joy
Ooh, a new fandom, how fun. As per my rules, this will only be the characters who are of age or suspected to be of age (specifically Eddie because we know that boy has failed at least once.)
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Social Suicide | Eddie Munson x Reader NSFW | REVISED |
It wasn’t that you had poor taste in men, no, no, far from it. Eddie was handsome, that was all. If it weren’t for all the crazy rumours and allegations that the school had chucked at him, he would be alright! I mean, all the girls you knew talked about him, one going so far as to say that his looks were a waste on a hellion like him. The consensus was that he was handsome, but no one in their right mind would touch him with a ten-foot pole.
How you got the guts to follow him to the local bar was beyond you. I mean, you needed to get laid, sure, but could your need to make your dreams reality really be that bad? Yes, yes they could.
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Word Count: 2,633
Pronouns: You, they/them
WARNINGS: Reader will not admit they have a crush on Eddie, reader dreams about Eddie making out with them, ripping their clothes, mentions of making out, implied sex (dream), mentions of drinking.
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Just because this is the SFW portion of the work, does not mean that it is SFW.
EDIT: This was written and posted before; hated it. I rewrote it after much deliberation and arguing with myself, here is the newly revised version which is much better than the last one. Enjoy!
You stood like a zombie in the line for lunch, eyes half opened, shoulders hunched over struggling to carry your obscenely heavy backpack that was full of textbooks and assigned reading for this weekend. It seemed like every teacher you had collectively decided to give you every ounce of work they could find and ask for it all on the same day. Tuesday.
The lunch lady plopped down corn, peas and a wet pulled pork sandwich that was slowly leaning to the side and leaking onto that half of the tray. Delicious. You thanked her absently and turned around, aiming for the only open table in the entire room. It was in the centre of the cafeteria, but that would have to do. Hopefully, you made your way toward it.
A black mass suddenly appeared at your shoulder and an arm extended out to let you walk first. Eddie Munson. His hair bounced as he bowed down, exaggerating the gesture. You smiled tiredly and plopped your tray down. you could feel the confused look on his face as you grabbed one of your many textbooks.
“Um, what are you doing?”
You sighed. “Sitting and eating.”
“Yeah, well, you’re in our spot, so...” he trailed off, then jumped back with a livelier breath. “You know what, that’s fine. Sit. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
You ignored him but felt an overwhelming disappointment and awkwardness when more of his friends sat down, filling the table with their mess of lunches. Eddie slammed down his metal lunch box, opening it with dramatic flair. You opted to open your first textbook, highlighting whatever was important.
“So, what is today’s subject of discussion, hm?” He hit his hands on the table. “Because I would like to talk about...”
You didn’t bother listening. Chemistry was far more interesting. It was then that you could feel them; the stares from the more popular student body. What were they doing with him, you could hear them thinking; whispering amongst themselves. You felt a sudden heat rising to your cheeks and your hands started shaking.
You weren’t stupid. You knew what people liked to say about Eddie and his gaggle of teens. This town liked to talk about them like he were a beast or something, prowling around town looking for another victim to drag into his... well, whatever he was trying to do. You knew that was at least somewhat far from the truth. You were his neighbour, after all.
At some point, you just kind of discarded whatever was said about him. You barely saw him outside his trailer, let alone walking around. I mean, all the girls you knew talked about him. Most of the time it was about his looks; the ‘bad-boy’ aesthetic. Some braver girls like to talk about how long they imagined his dick to be or if his fingers were as skilled as they were at playing guitar. The consensus was that he was handsome, but no one in their right mind would touch him with a ten-foot pole.
I mean, they weren’t wrong! There was something sorcerous about him. Maybe it was something in his smile; friendly in every way that he wasn’t; or perhaps it was his eyes, deep and dark, but still held a warmth that few people had. Honestly, it could have been all of it. From the chains on his sleeve, holding the wrist together to his sketchy van that always ripped out of the school like he’d just stolen something. Knowing Eddie, it wouldn’t have been too far off, honestly.
Eddie seemed to haunt you in a way that few did. Celebrities and movie characters usually had the honours of entering your dreams, but somehow, he had been given entry and followed you everywhere. Some nights, your mind liked to be cruel and take you away to a land where he would snake his arm around you, pulling you towards his van where he’d take his time undressing you, kissing you over and over, so sweet and yet so hungry.
Other times, he would climb through your window, wasting no time in ripping your clothes off. He’d lift your naked body up, then toss you on the bed, crawling between your legs while slowly taking his jacket off as you protest that your parents would hear.
His lips mould perfectly against yours and his hands are warm with just enough roughness to set your nerves on fire. He feels up your side, cold metal bracelet sending a small shiver through you. Then, just as he’s about to carefully dip his hand down into the waistband of your underwear, your alarm rudely wakes you up.
Every. Fucking. Time.
You’d always wake up regretting it despite having no control over what your mind did.
You slowly became aware that the page of your textbook wasn’t there. Instead, your vision fell on Eddie, gnawing on a piece of beef jerky like an animal. A pit fell into your stomach. The worst time to realize you were thinking about Eddie Munson was when you were staring at Eddie Munson.
The bell rang loud and sharp, signalling the end of lunch. With a huff, you started packing up your book, preparing for the next load of homework you would inevitably be given.
“So, Eddie, got any plans for this weekend?” A younger kid, Dustin, asked innocently.
“We actually have a show this weekend-”
“A gig. We’d be lucky if we got a show.”
“A show,” he reiterated, glaring at his friend. “At the Hideaway. Yeaaah, it’s gonna be awesome. You should come!” He pointed a finger at Dustin.
“That sounds totally metal!”
You stopped listening again, rushing off to the bathroom and tossing everything on the floor. Fuck classes, they suck anyway, you thought. You were suddenly sucked back into your dreams.
There was no way you were actually considering this, right?
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The yellow and pink neon sign spelling out Hideaway bore into your eyes as you stared, dumbfounded, at the doors. You clutched your bag, knuckles turning white while you waited to make another step. Whatever confidence had possessed you to get dressed in your best outfit, put on your best make up and walk out the door had evaporated.
Vaguely, you recalled a conversation with yourself about how you weren’t going out to meet Eddie, you just wanted a drink and if that drink lead to Eddie, then that drink lead to Eddie. It wasn’t creepy at all. No, perfectly normal in fact. I mean, if all the other girls could go out with nearly every member of the basketball team and not get flack, then so could you with... Eddie.
You took a breath, steeling your nerves enough to put your hand on the bar. As if on queue, Eddie and his band members trotted up behind you, laughing while one of them doubled over coughing. He grabbed the other door, flinging it open with enough flair to make you cringe. His eyes locked with yours as the others trailed in.
“You’re from school, right?” He asked, voice laced with honey and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Yeah,” you felt so weak. God, was that all you could really say? Yeah. Stupid!
“Yea-uh, you comin’ in or what?”
“Yeah!” You said again, enthusiastically.
“It’s’just that you’ve been standing here for a whole minute staring at the sign, so...” He licked his lips. “M’kay.” He happily strutted into the building, leaving you with no choice but to follow him in.
The first thing that hit your senses was hard liquor, probably whiskey or vodka, something that only men would be stupid enough to drink straight.
“Can I help you?” The bartender said gruffly.
“Yeah, what’s the cheapest drink you have?” You weren’t exactly enthused at the idea of breaking your bank for a quick fuck, but damn, did you need something to calm your nerves a bit. Your drink was diligently poured and you took your first sip. It was sickeningly sweet, actually, it was nothing but syrup. Regardless, you downed what you could, then ordered some food before sitting down alone at a booth.
“Wha-! No way you’re sitting on your own.” His voice suddenly appeared at your side letting out a deep and gentle chuckle. You nearly jump out of your skin as he butts in beside you, arm snaking over the back of the booth.
“Uh, no. No, just me,” you say awkwardly.
“Really? Cause, uh, I thought you would have brought some friends or something.” He looks around sharply, hitting the table in a quick rhythm. “So, how long are we going to pretend like we both don’t know what you’re here for? Ah-now, I get it. Rockstar and all. You thought you would sneak in here and pretend like you’re here to see us and then sneak me through your bedroom window. I cannot tell you how many girls have done that. You would not be the first!”
You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “Uh- no clue, I kind of thought you were going to order me a drink and we’d play it out like a romance film.” You nervously joke, skootching over to make more room for him. You were shocked at how suave you were.
Eddie chuckles lightly. “It’s bold of you to assume that I have ever seen a romance movie. I’m more of a Halloween guy myself.” He looks at you with focus, trying to find something in your eyes. “But! I have always considered myself a romantic at heart, so, IIII will be right back.”
You giggle, maybe this would be easier than you thought. He seemed nice enough. A quick glance around proves that there was no one else here from school, so you were fine on that front and, hey, if you get a free drink, that’s fine!
Eddie returns swiftly, holding your drink high while he doges through people walking in the opposite direction. He sets the glass down in front of you. It’s mostly clear with a splash of red at the top.
“You drink it first,” you peer at him through your eyelashes, hoping to appear cute more than concerned.
“What, you think I’m gonna drug you or something? Yeah, not that kind of guy Plus, drugs are a biit too expensive for that.” Eddie doesn’t seem to ever stop talking, his sentences are flying by at a mile a minute. “Fine, but I think you’re missing out on that first sweet, delicious taste of-oh. That-that is actually really gross. Cranberries. Blegh.”
You laugh as he sticks out his tongue, trying to get the grossness off with his fingers which he then wipes on his jeans. He looks back at you with kind eyes and an even sweeter smile.
“So, uh. You come here often?”
Another laugh escapes you. “No, no, uh. Bars aren’t really my thing.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” He gives you an odd look. Not mean, just... you feel as though he was trying to find a hint that you were here for something else, reading you, the exact same as before.
“I overheard you talking in the cafeteria and I... I was interested in seeing your band.” Which wasn’t a total lie. You had just heard that guitar players were skilled with their fingers and wanted to see if that was true.
Eddie looked shocked. “Oh, uh, you just missed us. Yeah, we only get to play for, like, two minutes before they start booing us off. Y’should come early next time, might actually get to hear some real music.”
“Oh, I just-I saw you guys come in and I thought-”
“No, yeah! We were just uh...” he leans in closer and lowers his voice. “We were in my van, passing some uh, stuff around. Weed, mostly. They don’t let us smoke in here. You know, I got kicked out once because uh... well, they don’t like the smell. Seriously! These old folks the-they, uh, don’t know how to have fun anymore.”
He was lying, obviously and you feel like the real reason was a little bit more rambunctious than that. You smiled, eyes slowly drifting down to his lips. God, his smile was so nice, you just kept saying that over and over again whenever you saw it. Just so nice. It made his demeanour just so much more inviting. You found yourself relaxing a bit while listening to him talk.
“So, uh. What’s the real reason you’re here? I mean. Bars aren’t your thing and I didn’t think you were even capable of lifting your head out of those textbooks.” He leans back, taking another sip of what was now his drink, wincing as if he forgot how bad the taste was.
“I can let loose sometimes!” You said, a little shocked, not necessarily by what he was saying, but more of the implication that he actually looked at you.
“Uhuh. Yeah, right.” Eddie pulls himself closer to you again. “But, seriously. What are you doing here?”
You sputtered, not knowing what to say. He noticed your sudden wave of nervousness, deciding to just jump for it instead of letting your mind bubble over.
“Do you, uh, just wanna... get out of here or something? We could go to my place or, I dunno, yours... my uncle works the graveyard shift, so we won’t have to worry about anyone being nosy or...” He leans in again, lowering his voice. “Can I be real with you for a second? We, uh, kinda got kicked out earlier and snuck in behind you for a few more drinks, so... I would actually really like to get out of here.”
Your eyes grew wide. Oh, my god. What did you just get yourself into?
Eddie grabs your hand with a confident smile and drags you out of your seat, putting a hand behind your back as you try to stutter out that you haven’t paid for the bill. He just moves quicker, nodding to a few faces he recognized as he whisked you out into the street.
The next thing you knew, you were trying to climb into the passenger side of Eddie’s van while he rushed around, picking up loose garbage and scraps that his “boys” had left behind all while muttering sorry every five seconds.
He suddenly pops up again, fixing his hair with a giant smile. “Don’t worry about the bill. I know a few of the guys in there. It’ll be fine.”
You were stunned, standing by the open door with a slack jaw. “Didn’t you just say you got kicked out?”
“Yeaaah, it’s fine.” Eddie’s hand was on your back again, pushing you into the van.
“What about your friends, don’t they need rides?” You ask as he slams the door, running to his side while checking over his shoulder.
“They can find their own way home, they’re smart guys. Now, hold onto something.” Before you can finish protesting, he slams down on the gas, screeching off down the street. Out the corner of your eye, you see someone run out the door to the Hideaway, shaking a fist in the air as you veer off into the distance.
Finally got a new laptop. Hopefully, I can get the energy to finish some things for you guys because, let’s be honest, I need validation and people always need smut. :)
Now, why has no one written a single thing of Eddie being a bottom???? Do I have to do it myself? I swear to god, if I have to write a desperate, huffy bottom!Eddie, I...
I don’t know what I’ll do, but I do know that I don’t have the commitment for that. Or do I? Mwhahahaha.
Side note. If you know of something or wrote something with bottom!Eddie, please send it my way. I’m on a binder.
Oh, yeah and we have a puppy. Her name is Button, also known as Butt. Here is a compilation of her cuteness. She is a Chihuahua-Maltese mix, so she's going to be lots of fun (note the sarcasm.) Behold my crusty white dog.
Anyway, as a new year approaches, I am faced, finally, with my defeat of having not finished my requests in a whole fucking year. Which... honestly, kind of impressive. To those who have left requests that I didn’t finish or never even got started, I’m sorry.
I got a new job, became the manager and am doing quite well for myself, actually, just really busy. I just don’t have the time for writing as much as I used to and I think in taking on so many requests I sort of lost the fun I used to have with them, so piggy backing off of what a mutual of mine did, I’m gonna stop the requests. Well, I sort of have already, but I think, if I ever write something, it’s going to be something that I’ll have fun with. Not to say I didn’t have fun with requests, but the fun sort of ran out, you know?
Anyway, happy holidays, I hope you all are staying safe and smart with the new variant flying around. Let us pray that 2022 will be a little bit better.
I was trying to fix my phone today and ended up breaking a tiny piece off that I thought originally was to just keep the metal off the motherboard, but now I realize was very important because I couldn’t connect to any social media despite being connected to the wifi with full bars and it wasn’t an internet issue because... well, I’m posting this. But now my phone won’t turn on at all despite being charged. Sigh.
Sorry for the lack of content, got a new job and all of this was happening at the same time, so I wasn’t really in the mood to do anything sexy.
On the upside, with this new job I can get enough money to maybe get another phone and hopefully a new plan, so that’ll be nice! Down side is that the owners are new and I’m new, so no one knows what they’re doing except the original owners. The job is a mess and I think they want me to do more than I’m qualified for. But, $$$.
This is just a not-so-quick quiz to see what people might want me to write out of a few of the fandoms that I enjoy. I have no idea if this style is going to work, but feel free to check it out and give your input. There is also a link in my directory post that’s pinned at the top of my blog.
I love writing quizzes, so I might even do more of these in the future, but who knows!
After a chat with some friends with some actual fucking brains in their head and some thinking I have decided to take down the Stroheim x Reader fic. I apologize for anyone who it may have offended it was very dumb of me to try and rationalize writing for a Nazi. I am sincerely sorry I didn’t think it through and to nonni who commented, I am sorry for my explanation (if you saw it), if not, I am still sorry.
Anon said: “ello!! if you’re still taking requests, may i please request some formaggio x reader with prompt 69, nsfw? if so, thank you!”
No. 69 “I want you so badly right now.”
It’s been hard for you and Formaggio as of late with him being out for more missions than usual. Needless to say, both of you are too pent up to work, so you set up a little secret time together to let go.
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WARNINGS: Oh, boy, is this a disaster date, mentions of a gun (not used, just scary), reader being *this* close to being done with Formaggio’s shit, making out, anal fingering, anal, spanking, reader makes a mess on the floor, Formaggio makes a mess in the reader and finally, Illuso walks in. Oops?
Word Count: 1,354
You double-checked the text Formaggio had sent you, making sure you were at the right place. The butterflies in your stomach would not calm down, despite him being your boyfriend for god knows how long. Still, you missed him. You missed cuddling up under his arm while watching a movie on the couch, him constantly annoying you when you were making him food by sticking his finger in everything, hell you even missed him showing you off to friends to a certain extent. At the moment, though, you missed his touch.
Admittedly, you were a little nervous. The building you found was dingy, to say the least. It was a small, sort of lopsided shack near a pier you had never heard of, not that you were familiar with piers, but this one seemed a little closer to nowhere than anything else he’d taken you. God, you hoped you didn’t get tetanus from this.
Still a little unsure, you opened the door with your phone clutched in your hand, wincing at the loud creak. It was so dark, you wondered if there was even any power coming to this thing. You slowly peek inside, heart racing. In the far corner, you could just barely see a shadow and something metal glinting in the sun coming in from the window. You gulped in a gasp, recognizing the shine as something like a gun and quickly ducked behind the door again.
“Oh, babe. It’s you.” Formaggio’s deep voice emanated from the figure in the back. He laughed. “Good. I was starting to think I’d been stood up.”
“Gio? Baby, please tell me that’s not a gun,” you poked your head back in.
“Yeah, standard procedure.” He kicks his feet up onto the table beside him, setting the gun down while putting his hands behind his head. “I am a dangerous criminal, after all.”
You could hear the flirtatious wink and the skeezy smile that was painted on his face. “Hun, you are about as dangerous as a fly. What the hell am I doing here?”
“Eh? What’dya mean? I wanted to see my baby (Y/N), is that a crime?”
“Apparently so.” You closed the door behind you, walking towards him, eyes gradually adjusting to the dim light. “What I meant was why here?”
“What? You mean in the middle of nowhere, in a house with a view-ah,” he cut himself off, looking at you properly now, letting out a deep, almost menacing laugh. “Aaah. Overdressed a little?”
You were taken aback at the audacity. It was true, you were wearing your very best, skin tight and sexy just the way you know he liked it. “Well, yeah! I thought this was going to be a romantic dinner or a hotel or something, not a shack, Formaggio!”
“Did you say dinner?” He suddenly stands up, pulling a cloth off of a small table to the left of him. Underneath were two small places, champagne glasses and two candles. Everything you would need for a romantic dinner. “After you.”
Awestruck. You were simply awestruck at the whole sight, though your hunger made the idea of letting him win this a little bit easier to deal with. As much as you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t give in. He was a slimeball and you did love him, but if he wanted to stay with you, he needed to keep his standards up.
“Baby. Don’t be like this,” you sighed, shoulders falling with disappointment.
“Babe-” Formaggio starts to formulate an excuse, but stops himself. “Fine, I’ll confess. Risotto won’t let me leave, need to keep my eyes peeled for the- you get the point. Baby, I missed you. How can I focus on the mission when I need my little (Y/N) by my side?”
“You are digging yourself a hole that I will not be helping you out of. You brought me to your hideout for a mission? Formaggio-”
He cuts you off with a smooth hug and a deep kiss. One of his hands slides up to cup your cheek, moulding your mouth to his. His tongue expertly worms its way against yours, curling up against the roof of your mouth in a way that makes you moan, leaning further into him. Warm hands began exploring your body, setting your nerves alight.
“I want you so badly right now.” He breathes against your lips, kissing you again and again. “You look so fucking hot. Please, baby, I need you.”
How could you say no? I mean, you were just as horny as he was. You nod, barely mumbling an “okay” before gently pushing him back towards the larger table, already pulling his top off his shoulders.
“You won’t regret it,” Formaggio whispers, while quickly undressing you, kissing whatever part of your skin he could. Then, you’re turned around, leaning against the splintery wood. He gently bites your shoulder, groaning. “I promise.”
He grinds his already prominent erection into your now bare ass. You hear the zipper of his pants go down, followed by fabric shuffling before he starts rubbing his tip against your asshole. You moan, pushing back against him, then remembering all those times he’s forgotten lube and sigh.
“Please tell me you have lube, hun.”
“Yeah, hold on, gimme a sec,” his voice is hushed as he riffles through his pockets, producing a small bottle. Flicking the cap off, he pours it on his fingers, prodding your entrance with two. A delicious cry falls from your lips as they slip past your tight ring, already used to insertions from past events.
Over and over, he pumps his digts in and out of you, working you up to fitting three fingers in you comfortably, then liberally lubes up his cock. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, groaning as he jerks himself off with one hand while still stretching you with the other. A cacophony of sounds fill the room and you swear you can hear an echo across the water from outside.
Not wasting any time, he pulls out, lining his cock back up with your entrance. Formaggio holds one ass cheek apart, pushing himself into you with ease. His head tosses back in bliss as he slides deeper in, letting out a low, satisfied groan when he bottoms out. He starts with a slow, drag back against your walls, then thrusts back into your warmth, gradually getting to a rough, breath-stealing pace.
“Oh, Gio!~ Y-yessssss,” you cry out, words bouncing with every harsh dive into you. The sound of moist skin slapping together adds to the already lewd sounds. Every nerve was on fire, making your head spin. God, you missed him and god, you missed fucking him. The feel of his length pushing against your tight walls drove you mad, making you practically drool onto the table.
With a loud smack, his hand rains down onto your ass, leaving a stinging handprint followed by what felt like a dozen more. “You like that, hm? You like getting fucked? Ugh~ you’re my good little slut. That’s it. You know you love this cock.”
You cum with a more powerful force than ever before, making a large mess at your feet. He continues to fuck you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and rutting into you until finally, he sees white, moaning through gritted teeth. Formaggio’s balls slap against you one last time before he unloads himself into you.
With a satisfied gasp, you collapse onto the table, panting while your release drips from between your legs onto the floor. He groans as your walls flutter around him, coaxing more out of him as he empties his balls inside you. Alas, the small respite was not long-lived. Just as you were coming back to coherence-
“’Magi, I’m ba-... oh.” You quickly turn your heads towards the door. Illuso stands posed at the door with a slimy smile on his face. “Am I interrupting? Formaggio. Tsk. If I had known you were going to have company, I would have brought more condoms.”
Anon asked for “10, 24, and 64 with Risotto? NSFW!”
No. 10 “I’ll keep you warm, come here.”
No. 24 “Can I kiss you?”
No. 64 “Give me your hands.”
Winters in Italy were cold and as luck would have it, your power has been out for a couple of hours. Risotto’s gone for take-out food and you can’t help but feel a little pent up. He’d been gone for a little while on a trip, so it’s been a hot minute since you’ve had the time to do anything. It would appear that the only turn of luck you’re able to have is the surprise you have for him when he gets home
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WARNINGS: Brief sexting (no description so use your imagination), lots of making out and kissing, nipple play (sucking on and rubbing with fingers), brief mention of grinding, oral (reader receiving), light romantic Risotto.
Word Count: 1,625
It wasn’t that you thought Italy was always warm, no, it had to get cold being above the hemisphere, but god you took for granted how cold it would get. It was mid-winter, freezing cold and the power in your tiny home had gone out. Risotto had gone out to get some hot food and drinks to keep you warm. You had honestly regretted not going with him just to abuse the heating in the car, but you were so comfortable under all your blankets. Keyword, were. The cold had since gotten worse.
You shudder, pulling your jacket tighter around your body before rubbing your hands together and after a few minutes your phone lights up with a text from him.
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Ris: Got food. On my way home.
Staying warm?
It has gotten so, so much :(Y/N)
colder.
Okay. I’ll be home soon.
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Thank god. You had never been more excited for a hot chocolate and some soup. Or for him to get home. He wasn’t a very cuddly man per-se, but there was no way he could say no now, right? God, you could just happily snuggle up to him, relaxing more as he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. Ugh, he needs to speed the hell up.
You pulled a blanket over top of you, tucking your hands between your thighs to keep them warm while your mind drifted off, imaging his gentle lips kissing along your jawline and slowly dipping down along your neck then lower, lower, lower. Your face grew hot. Fuck. Now you were cold and horny. Hungrily, you licked your lips, running your hands along the inside of your thighs, setting your nerves alight.
Ah, so sensitive. Had it really been that long? He had been gone on a trip for a while... I mean, sex wasn’t the worst way to warm up. With an excited breath, you opened your phone again, going straight to the camera, adjusting your clothes and position to take something a little scandalous, showing off almost your full chest, down to your crotch, giving him a clear view of what he everything he wants.
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[Image Sent] :(Y/N)
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You squirm with anticipation as you waited for his reaction.
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Ris: I told you to keep warm.
Sounds like a problem you’ll
have to fix.
Is it now?
...
Fine. Be ready when I
get home.
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And ready you were. It wasn’t long before Risotto came home with a bag of to-go food in one hand and a tray of coffees in the other. You eagerly waited on the couch, naked under your warm blanket, having left a purposeful trail of your discarded clothes from the front door to you.
He paused before taking his winter clothes off, staring down intently at the shirt on the floor. His eyes then flicked up to the candlelight shining through the entry of the living room. With a defiant sigh, he slows down. He knows you can hear him and how long you had been waiting for him to come home, what’s a few more minutes, right? Besides, it was fun to tease you.
The couch squeaked and groaned as you squirmed in anticipation. His footsteps slowly got closer, stopping to stoop down and pick up your clothes one by one. You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs in a feeble attempt to keep busy. Your heart jumps with excitement as he rounds the corner. His dark eyes flick from you and your bare shoulders to the underwear on the floor.
Without a word, he sits down, tossing the clothes into a pile then setting the food on the coffee table. You smile deviously, pulling the blanket up while you lean forward.
“Are you sure you want to eat now?” You ask, delicately tracing a finger up his arm.
“I’m sure.” Risotto ignores your attempt to seduce him, taking out his food and leaning at the far end, away from you. You sigh dramatically, narrowing your eyes before scooting closer, pressing your body into his. If it hadn’t been for the tiny smile that touched his lips, even just for a second, you would have assumed he was annoyed. “Thirsty?”
“Very.”
He stops chewing for a moment, a little miffed by your boldness.
“Can I kiss you?” You say with sultry eyes, gently feeling up his chest.
“Are you going to do it regardless?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine.”
Your eyes light up as you sit up, pulling his face towards yours, crashing your lips together and kissing him with a moan. He breathes a laugh then moves away again, this time putting his food down.
He looks over what naked parts of your body you have sticking out of the blanket, running a hand up your thigh while gently pushing you onto your back. Inevitably, the blanket falls more, making you gasp quietly. He towers over you, staring deeply into your eyes. “You complain about being cold while I was home which prompted me to get you something to keep you warm and now you sit naked on the couch. Was this your plan all along?”
You shudder underneath him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from letting out a quiet whimper. His hand trails up to your chest, dancing over your nipple while he leans in further, grazing his teeth along your neck. Your eyelids start to flutter as you tilt your head to give him more access. Suddenly, he pulls away to sit back at his end of the couch, beckoning you towards him with one finger.
“I’ll keep you warm, come here.” You sit up, moving yourself towards him. “Give me your hands.” You placed your hands in his, humming at the warmth as they wrap around yours. Then, he brings them up to his lips, leaving hot kisses along the fingers, up your knuckles and around the back of your hand, eventually pulling you closer.
You gravitate towards him, drawn in by his heat. As you get closer, he nuzzles into the soft skin of your forearm, trailing his lips up to your neck where his kisses become harder. You tilt your head back, giving him more access which he takes full advantage of, sucking your flesh and then kissing over the teeth marks he left.
Over and over again, his lips caressed your skin, hot breath tickling you in the best way possible. He wraps his mouth around one nipple, teasing the other with his thumb, making you moan. The combined feeling set your nerves on fire, sending your already sensitive body into overdrive. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close while you cried out his name.
You were panting by the time he pulled away, voice a little hoarse. Risotto smiles at you, pulling you onto his lap more with one, final kiss. You melted into him as his velvety soft tongue slipped into your mouth, dragging along your own and up to the roof. He brushes a hand over your back, letting his warmth leak into you while your head rested just below his.
“Are you warm now?” He asks, moving to kiss your forehead.
You giggle, sitting up to look at him. “I could be a little warmer.”
He sighs. “Fine. Just don’t lose your voice.”
Before you even had the chance to be confused, he pushes you onto your back making you yelp. Once again, he’s towering over you with a hand on your stomach to keep you from moving. You let out an excited breath as he lowers himself down to your genitals. His lips brush against your pelvis then over to your inner thigh, making you squirm with anticipation, always avoiding where you want to feel him most.
An experimental flick of his tongue at the top of your genitals made you jump, even if you were expecting it. The warm, wet muscle soon began gliding up and down, occasionally wrapping around your sensitive bits to keep you on your toes. Again, your fingers tangled into his hair as he bobbed up and down, pulling the most lewd sounds he could from you while he expertly began to rub against the lower part of your sex.
He wasn’t wrong about keeping you warm. A pleasant heat spread throughout your body as you got closer to your release. The sounds of slurping filled your small apartment, only adding to your arousal. God, you were so close.
“Risottooooo!~” you mewled. “Pleaassee, please, pleaseplease, lemme cum, mmmake me c-cumm.”
You could feel his smile before doubling down, doing everything he could to grant your wish. An intense feeling like you were about to burst started making itself known to you; a coil tightening in your core. You couldn’t even string words together at this point and finally, with a loud cry you came, with Risotto gulping down every drop. The sound as well as the feeling of him seemingly drinking you dry sent your head spinning as you came down from your orgasmic high.
With a satisfied sigh, he sat up, wiping your release off his lips before reaching for his food and continuing as if nothing happened.
“Are you happy now?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“Mhmm.~” You hummed. Almost too happy. You didn’t want to move, despite the hunger slowly settling into your stomach. You just wanted to lie spread out on the couch in bliss.
Risotto tossed a blanket over you, always keeping an eye out in case you needed something. Eventually, you got up to eat your food and drink, curling up next to him with a sigh. You may be a little sore and tired, but at least you weren’t cold anymore.
Because I’m a self indulgent little shit and just love to ignore all of the work I have to do, have some Jotaro head canons. I am but a humble simp, and love this man. So much.
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Jotaro’s type is... I mean, it depends, like most people. I don’t think he’s super picky over appearances or things like that, it’s more whether or not he gets along with you and how long he can put up with you. He’s polite (well, as polite as he can be) and courteous, but probably a little more apathetic when you’ve first met. Once you’ve been around for a while he’s more relaxed and almost a little more critical. Mostly because you’re his friend now and he expects more from his friends.
While I was writing this I sort of realized that he could be aromantic. Maybe it’s just my own aro tendencies coming through, but I thought it sort of lined up with his personality. Or at least from my experience with romantic attraction.
Eventually, though, he’ll admit he cares about you a little more than he cares about others. It comes through in little almost compliments. “You did good. Keep it up” or “good job, dealing with this” are common phrases that sound nice on the surface, but it almost feels like he’s trying to pressure you to do more, which is far from the truth.
If it’s not awkward compliments like that, it’s awkward gifts. Always something you had briefly mentioned wanting or stared at a minute longer than you usually do, wrapped in a paper that’s your favourite colour or pattern. Sometimes, though, it’s something you’ve never mentioned that he somehow guessed would be something you wanted.
At the same time, though, he’s oblivious or at least acts like he is. There may be times when he goes home after you said something exceptionally sweet to him or that just means so much and he’ll just take a moment sitting at his desk to mull over what you said.
With a grunt, Jotaro rolled back into the armchair with a cup of tea in one hand and today’s newspaper in the other, since he didn’t get to read it this morning. It’s late with the sun almost completely set, giving his room an orange hue. He tries reading the first column, something about a cat being saved from a sewer grate, but after about a minute, he catches himself drifting away, sort of staring blankly at the paper.
He blinks hard, taking a long sip from his coffee. He must be tired. Another attempt is made at reading, this time the comics. They’re not his favourite thing, but short enough that he can focus on them. Or so he thought.
He zones out again, face suddenly feeling very hot.
He was thinking about you. Or, rather what you said.
It was something so simple, so mundane.
You had been talking about family together, exchanging drama, if you will, and he had brought up how his father had left his mother when he was very young. It didn’t bother him, he had said, after all, it was years ago and if he was being honest, he didn’t really need a father. Then, you gave him this look. It wasn’t pity or something like that. You put your hand on his knee, staring deep into his eyes.
“Jotaro,” you said, voice soft and sweet. You struggled to say the next words, opening your mouth, sighing, then finally: “I’m not leaving you.”
“Why would you be leaving?” He said, confused, taking it literally. Or, he pretended to be confused. It had made his heart warm with affection.
What Jotaro hadn’t noticed at that moment was that his eyes seemed to gloss over with wet tears while talking about his father. He wasn’t over it, you understood that. How could he be? He was so young then, he probably didn’t understand what was happening or why and now that he’s a father himself, there had to be so much guilt about being the same way. It was only now that he was realizing how much you had an effect on him.
It didn’t make him sad, by any means but... loved. He’ll say thank you tomorrow with a gift or some flowers. He hadn’t planned on meeting you for the rest of the week because he was busy, but work could wait, right? Yeah. Tomorrow.
God, it would take so long for him to get you to move in together. He’s so used to living on his own that I think he’s a little self-conscious about it. He’s not a slob by any means, but certainly a bachelor. I mean, he lived (assumedly) on his own from probably around or earlier than DiU right up until Stone Free, so it’s been a while and he’s certainly comfortable with his mess of clothes lying on the floor in the corner, but you won’t be. He cleans up before people come over, obviously, but how many times did he actually invite someone in?
When you start staying around more, he starts cleaning more, which makes him a little frustrated both coming to terms with liking someone enough that he’s actively cleaning for them once a week and also discovering that he’s a lot more gross than he thought. You would not believe how stained the counter was from coffee or how gross the filter was on the coffee maker. He takes his coffee very seriously. You begin to notice how clean everything is, well, how consistently clean everything is and it even starts to smell nicer, more floral and fresh. He bought a lavender air freshener. “It’s supposed to be calming,” he’ll say with a hint of annoyance. It’s not a bad smell to him, better than vanilla air fresheners, but it does give him a headache when he first sprays his place. You seem to like it though, so he’s willing to put up with it.
I honestly believe this man can cook, but nervous when cooking for other people. His food when he was a bachelor was good enough for him and I’m sure Holly would have shown him a lot too, but it’s not the best food. He definitely steps up his game when you’re over and even more so when you move in. He’s better with dishes that have pasta or noodles because it’s easy, but he’s not too bad behind the grill either.
When you guys finally live together, he tries to keep the cooking even, with you cooking some days and him doing the rest, but I honestly feel like unless you are a hazard in the kitchen, you would do most of it.
Jotaro would be like that with most things around the house partly because he doesn’t want you to do all the work if you don’t want to but he enjoys having a little more time to himself to either do work or... yeah, it’s just work. There are a few things that he’ll never make you do because it’s either too hard or he’s built up a routine of doing that thing a certain way and he’s convinced no one else will do it right. Like his laundry. He won’t let anyone else clean his clothes. He tried once and nothing dried right, he swears that his jacket is still damp to this day. You can fold his stuff or hang it up, but he’s running the washing machine and dryer. Also picky about how his office is cleaned.
If you asked and gave a legitimate reason for not doing a certain chore, he’ll do it, but be prepared with an excuse as to why you can’t wash the dishes or fold the laundry. He’s especially resistant if he’s working whether that be gathering information for the Speedwagon Foundation or editing his latest Marine Biology book.
Actually, can we just talk about how much this man hates folding laundry? It’s so pointless to him. Why fold it and put it into neat little piles when you’re just gonna rummage through the drawer and mess everything up? Sure, it looks nice, I guess, but not for long. He was for sure a floordrobe kind of guy, especially in his early years. He knows which ones are clean, it’s fine, just leave it. Of course, he would get better the longer you’re at his place, but still. It’s not that he’s lazy, he’s just busy and putting clothes away takes way too fucking long. (which, honestly, agreed.)
Date nights with Jotaro are... rare. I mean, you live with him, why would he want to go out and pay for something when he could do the same thing at home? They’re nice, of course, but it’s more common for him to take you out to dinner while you guys are on vacation or in a location other than home, because he doesn’t feel like cooking and it’s more special when you’re supposed to go out. Eventually, it clicks in that you are supposed to make each other feel special and will surprise you with an expensive dinner or a short cruise. If you suggest the aquarium he’ll think you’re just saying that because he’s into aquatic wildlife, but honestly doesn’t put up much of a fight and will answer any questions you or anyone else has about the fish.
He does enjoy a good relaxing movie (or documentary) night at home, though. It’s so nice to finally be finished work, settle into your super comfy couch and just chill until he gets tired. Even better when you’re lying on top of him with your head just under his chin. There’s something so soothing about smelling your perfume, shampoo, conditioner, cologne, etc. To just smell you so close to him and feel your weight. Aaah. So nice.
The microwave beeps faintly from the kitchen signalling that popcorn was done. You trailed out soon after, tossing the bowl to mix around the butter. You smile sweetly at him, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on Jotaro’s lips before settling into his lap, nestling your head just under his while stretching out your legs. His arm instinctively moves from the back of the couch to drape over your back, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.
He sighs; relaxed, finally. He allows himself to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment, just basking in your comfort. When he opens his eyes, he pulls you closer to him, feeling your heart beat almost in time with his. It was moments like these that eased his panic of losing you. You were here in his arms, safe and sound and vice versa. He was safe in yours.
Yeah, he’s a little angsty. But, can you blame him? He’s getting better, though. With help, of course. With you being around so often (and being very adamant that you’re not going anywhere) he’s able to let go a little. He’s not perfect, by a long shot and progress is slow, but it’s the little things like these that makes you proud of how far he’s come.
PDA is common, but a little restricted. When you’re out together, Jotaro’ll always have his hand on your back or shoulder. Hand-holding isn’t really a thing for him, but he will make sure you know he’s there. He’ll kiss you in public, but it’s not nearly as intimate or special as when you’re at home. Still, it’s a sweet reminder that he loves you, seeing as words of affection aren’t really his thing.
I mean, he can express himself just fine, but he still gets a little nervous saying things like ‘I love you.’ It’s more along the lines of ‘I care about you.’ Or, well. “of course, I care about you. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Which... thanks. I think.
Kissing him is so nice, so you’re not too mad about him doing that instead of words. When Jotaro kisses you it’s full of a mix of emotions. Mostly caring, but on his rough days, there’s something else there. It could be worry or whatever the emotional equivalent of never letting you go is. You can always tell that he wants it to last a little bit longer. There’s something in the sad look in his eyes when he or you has to pull away. Sometimes he’s overly gentle like he’ll break you somehow, especially if you’re not a stand user or fighting-inclined (whether physical or otherwise). It’s not patronizing, or at least he tries not to be patronizing, he just prefers you safe.
It started out simple enough. You and Jotaro were just sitting at the table, eating dinner when he got this... sinking sort of feeling. There was something in the silence between you that just sent his mind spiralling. Thoughts of you someday dying too soon for whatever reason or leaving him because he’s not there enough, stand users, car crashes, divorce. They all started to flood into his mind, fabricating that you would somehow be taken away from him.
“Jotaro? Are you okay?” Your voice rings through; a bright light breaking the storm. He’s been staring at his plate for a while now, his eyes are dry and itchy. He looks at you and tries to say something, but the words don’t come. Is he okay?
You stand up and walk over to him, cupping his face gently. You rub the dark circles under his eyes while kissing his forehead. Jotaro slowly wraps his arms around you, letting his face fall into your hands. You’re pulled into his lap after a few minutes, running your fingers through his hair next. Finally, he sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Thank you,” he mumbles and though you’re not quite sure why, you still say a quiet you’re welcome, silently soothing him through whatever happened.
If you couldn’t tell, he needs a lot of reassurance. Not so much words, but actions like the snippet above. I mean, he can be as strong as he wants but we all know he’s got some baggage and while he’s able to put it aside, for the most part, I think when you’re at home he’s just a little more vulnerable.
Now, onto happier things! If you like coffee or tea, he will always make you a cup in the morning. Jotaro is a very early riser except on the weekends, so he usually gets that done while reading or watching the news and when you come down, he’ll ask if you want breakfast then make it for you seeing as he’s more awake.
He loves coffee. So much. He might have a caffeine addiction, honestly. At all times of every day, you can see him with a black coffee in hand and a book or phone in the other. He will switch to decaf at some point, but you might have to switch it for him. He’s forgetful when he gets busy.
Sleeping in on the weekends is like heaven for him. The two nights (or more on holidays) that he gets a full nights rest, breakfast in bed and a warm soul to cuddle into. He’s usually big spoon with a hand just resting on your side, but please, for the love of god make him the little spoon once a week. Will never admit it or vocalize wanting it. He just grabs your hand and drapes it over him with a “good night” and then promptly passes out.
He’s a heavy sleeper but doesn’t sleep often. Once he’s out, there is nothing that could wake him up except the fire alarm or something like that. It just takes a while. Not because of trauma, but more just internal clock is delayed.
Not a bath guy, strictly showers ‘cause they’re quicker. Most of the time he’s in and out before you can invite him into yours. When you do he’s “reluctant” but showers with you are a favourite of his. He gets his hair washed for him (if he bends down), he can wash you. It’s great.
I don’t think he would want more kids. He’s getting older, busier and just doesn’t think he has the time to care for a baby, even with help. Plus, if they were anything like Joylne or god forbid him when he was younger, he might start greying sooner than he thought. Joylne is a great kid, but... she’s definitely got some of his defiance in him. One kid is fine.
He doesn’t really like pets either, hates when there’s fur on all the furniture. But, if you came home with a stray cat or two, he’s not gonna put up a fight if you say they’re not going to the pound. “Just as long as you take care of them yourself.”
You got him a betta fish once because Jotaro. Fish. Makes sense. He thought it was a little pointless at first. You can’t pet them or play fetch (not like he does those things anyway). All a fish does is sit there and look pretty. You were a little disappointed, but whatever, you’ll take care of it. Then he comes home one day with a 30-gallon tank, freshwater plants and fancy lighting to help them grow which he quietly sets up in the living room. He spent at least a half-hour deciding on where to put it.
A week later, after he’s pleased with how it looks and the tank has been cycled he puts in an order for more fish then lets your betta acclimate to the tank. “There, he’ll be happier in here. The idea of bettas not enjoying or panicking in larger tanks is a myth. He won’t be alone for long anyway. He also won’t kill everything in the tank.” Well, he hopes he won’t, each fish is different. Thankfully, the small school of tetras get along with your betta just fine. From then on, he’s in there once a week, cleaning everything, trimming the overgrowth. It is officially his tank.
