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lunarmochi · 24 days ago

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Stress Relief

pairing: doppio x afab!reader summary: after a stressful day working at the arcade, you offer to help doppio blow off some steam. however, you might've bit off more than you can chew… content/warnings(s): smut word count: 1,984 words a/n: it's been a few years, but i decided to try getting back into fic-writing. this was sitting in my drafts for a long time, so i decided to actually finish it and try publishing something on ao3 for the first time! i'm a little rusty and struggled to finish this one, but i figured that it would be better to just do my best and post it anyway cross-posted to AO3

“Sorry Doppio, the AC maintenance guy can’t come in until next week.”

“Sorry Doppio, one of the claw machines broke again.”

“Sorry Doppio, we’re out of calzones for the day.”

It’s the gradual build-up of small inconveniences that gets him. On any other day, he would happily fix a broken arcade machine or find another place to get lunch. But the weight of all these little things going wrong?

A man can only take so much.

He hadn’t realized how visible it was to the people around him. He thought he was dealing with it just fine! But no, apparently he was stomping around with a scowl on his face and tightness in his jaw.

“Mr. Dropscythe, are you okay?” He snapped out of his trance and looked down at the kid standing in front of the prize counter. One of his regulars that likes to visit after school.

“Y-yeah! Sorry kid, I must’ve been spacing out again. Need somethin’?”

“Um… the lights in the boy’s bathroom are flickering again…” Doppio paused to close his eyes and take a deep breath. It’s just a bad day. It’s just one bad day! It can’t get any worse than this.

“I’ll… take care of it, no worries!” The kid smiled widely and nodded before running off to find his friends.

Soon after, his sweet little girlfriend came over to keep him company. Just seeing you walk through the arcade doors lifted a giant weight from his shoulders and gave him the last boost of energy to get through the shift. You adamantly convinced him to close the arcade early for his sanity, so he didn’t have to put up with it much longer.

–

“See? Not so hard, was it?” You closed the doors and flipped the open sign over, waving goodbye to the last group of kids lingering outside.

“Oh-!” You jumped at the feeling of arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you against a warm chest. You merely smiled and laid your arms on top of his, turning to kiss his temple when he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Anything I can do to relieve the stress of my wonderful, hard-working boyfriend~?” Your voice was soft but playful, in hopes of lightening the mood.

“Well…”

–

You shouldn’t have offered. That little upturn in the corner of his mouth should’ve left you running far far away, knowing the lengths your sadistic boyfriend would go for his personal enjoyment.

Currently, you were bent over the edge of his bed, wrists handcuffed behind your back and silk blindfold blocking your vision. You weren’t sure what he had been doing the past few minutes… He wasn’t really making much noise, but you could feel his gaze burning into you.

Did you mention you were only wearing panties? Yeah, he was feeling particularly mean and stripped you of all your clothes (and dignity), leaving you at his mercy.

After a second of silence, you gasped in surprise at the feeling of him cupping you through your panties and leaning forward to whisper lowly in your ear. “Look how wet you are… I haven’t even done anything yet, but I’ve just been here watching you soak through your panties. Are you that turned on from being tied up? ‘Cause there’s way more I could do to restrict your movement.”

“N-no… I’m okay.” You shook your head, voice a little shaky. He ran a finger up and down your slit, occasionally circling your clit and eliciting a whimper from you. You buried your face in the sheets, wishing he would just fuck you already. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, wrapping his free hand around the hair at the base of your scalp and pulling your head up.

“Aww, come on, you should know better than to hide those pretty noises from me. Now, let’s see what we’re working with, hm~?”

He pulled your panties down and slid them down your legs, tossing them aside. You heard him kneel behind you, beside the edge of the bed, and jumped at how he spread you apart. Your cheeks burned pink. “Do you have to look so… closely…?”

He just laughed softly and ignored you. He used two fingers to prod your entrance, and you let out a moan, resisting the urge to bury your face. However, he didn’t finger you like you expected. He just felt around inside you, pressing certain spots to see which would make you cry out the loudest. Which would make you clench around him more. It was almost painful, the lack of stimulation. Not enough to make you cum, but certainly enough to fuel that fire in the pit of your belly.

Stupid hole checks. He loved doing them to rile you up, more than anything.

You tried to push your hips against his hand for more, but he pressed down on the small of your back to keep you in place. When you whined about how mean he was, he just laughed.

“You’re the one who offered, darling. You only have yourself to blame.”

–

You sobbed as he pulled his fingers out of you right before you were about to peak, edging you for the nth time. You lost track after the first four. After that, you just turned into a weeping, gushing mess. You panted, cheek pressed against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. You were nearly drooling, it was humiliating. If it weren’t for the fact that your handcuffs were soft and fuzzy, you would definitely have marks on your wrists from how much you were writhing and squirming under his touch. Curse his long fingers and their ability to endlessly abuse your G-spot.

“Aww, aww, is my sweet darling crying already? I’ve only edged you a few times, but you’ve already made a mess of yourself. Might have to replace the bedsheets, with how much you’re enjoying this.”

“P-please, please let me cum already. I-I’m sorry, I’ll be good. Promise! Just let me cum, I need it.”

Doppio softened, ever the weak one to your begging. He leaned in to kiss the top of your head, voice softening, “Tell you what, if you can handle five more without cumming, then I’ll give you a real nice reward. How’s that sound?”

You sniffled and nodded, leaning into his touch. You could hear the smile in his voice as he rubbed circles into your hip.

“There’s my good girl. I know you can do that for me.”

–

If you had any hope that he would go easy on you after that, then you were certainly wrong. It was an endless barrage of pleasure, with you being brought to the brink of your orgasm, only for it to be painfully ripped away for you.

“T-Three!” You cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks. You attempted to press your trembling thighs together for some relief, but he just sighed and used his free hand to spread them.

“Don’t test me, love. If I have to get the spreader bar out, I will. Aren’t I being nice by doing all the work for you? If I were really mean, I would make you sit on my thigh and make you do it yourself~” He finished off his sentence by licking your juices off his fingers with a pop.

You could barely respond. Your head was spinning, and you could barely process what he was saying. All you could think about was how much you wanted to cum… How much you needed him, whether it was his cock or his mouth on you. You’re not sure how much longer you could take of this.

You weakly spread your thighs and he stood up, chuckling. He moved you toward the center of the bed, positioning you with your ass up and thighs spread. “So pliant~ Turns out you can be obedient after all,” he teased. He uncuffed you, but only to reattach them with your hands above your head. Then, he climbed on top of you, chest pressed against your back and legs keeping yours spread. You were surprised to find him naked, give for his boxers, and that you weren’t the only one enjoying this. His hard-on was pressed against your ass, and he rolled his hips against you once, hissing from the stimulation.

You were about to push back against him, but he distracted you by wrapping his hand around your neck and reaching down to rub your clit, leaving you moaning.

“Please, please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for at this point.

He continued his ministrations, rubbing your clit and whispering sinful words into your ear. Soon after, he moved lower and pushed three fingers into you, leaving you squirming and whining that you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The stretch was delicious, but horrible when you were trying to resist the urge to release. Still, he ignored you. Going as far as to stick two fingers into your mouth with his other hand to muffle your words. He thrusted his fingers in and out, sometimes slowing down and speeding up his pace. You couldn’t do anything except drool and moan around his fingers, on top of trying your best not to cum.

You felt it building inside you, and you kept pushing back against him, nearly panting. Right before you could release, he pulled his fingers out of you yet again, though it left you leaking onto the sheets. You sobbed around his fingers, “F-four… can’t… gonna cum…”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, kissing your temple. His other rested on your hip, rubbing circles. “Come on, sweetheart, just one more. You can do it.” You shook your head and sniffled.

“N-need you, want your cock in me,” you begged.

“I know, I know. But you still have one more before you can get what you want. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t hold up to my words, hm? C’mon, you can handle it. Here, I’ll even be nice and only use two fingers.”

You paused, but nodded reluctantly. He smiled and moved his hand back to your pussy, pushing two fingers into you while you shivered. The noises it made made you feel even more embarrassed. He started off slow, but then picked up the pace, curling his fingers up and grinding the palm of his heel against your clit.

“F-fuck… please-” you panted. Curse him and his talented fingers. It would be so much easier if he wasn’t so good at what he does.

He sped up, and you whimpered from how deep he was, feeling the pressure build in your abdomen again. It was like a burning sensation, how much you wanted to cum.

“A-agh, please! Please, close!”

You felt like you really were going to cum at this point. He only kept going, but you only cried out louder, kicking your legs. Thankfully (or unfortunately, rather), he pulled out of you right before. You then collapsed onto the bed, whimpering and panting. He gently shushed you, immediately softening from before. He uncuffed your wrists, rubbing them with his thumbs before taking the blindfold off of you.

He flipped you over onto your back, leaning over you so he could wipe your tears and kiss your eyelashes. It was a relief to finally see his face again, even if you were a sweaty mess.

“You did a very good job for me. See? I knew you could do it,” he praised. You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so you could nuzzle into his neck. He smiled and stroked your hair, holding you close while he continued to praise you. Once you had calmed down, though, you pulled away with a pout.

“You promised a reward.”

He laughed softly, taking a second to admire how beautiful you looked, teary-eyed and cheeks flushed.

“Alright, alright.”

#my writing #not sfw #smut #nijisanji en #xsoleil #doppio dropscythe #I'VE RISEN FROM THE DEAD #i used this as an opportunity to post on ao3 for the first time and it's not as intimidating as i thought #finding all the tags to use was difficult tho #this is also my first time actually WRITING for this blorbo of mine #in my three years of being in this rabbit hole i haven't written anything official for him #but finally finishing this made me really happy #i hope to get back into writing and sharing stuff #even if it's for self-indulgence purposes #but yeah i'm rusty so go easy on me

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idkaguyorsomething · 2 years ago

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Is it weird that I am perfectly fine with Araki giving Jodio a severe mental illness but still wish he had given Jodio a different one?

sorry it took so long to answer this one, i was trying to figure out how exactly to answer it, and it turns out there's a lot of different ways:

from a perspective of representation: mental illness is an incredibly stigmatized subject, and in mediums like manga and comic books even more so, as it is incredibly common for a lot of popular plots in those mediums to go "well, x character went crazy, that's why they're evil", as well as stories in general to associate a lack of empathy with a lack of ability to act in traditionally heroic ways. jjba itself has shown that, as part of dio's initial villainous characterization involves him showing a lack of empathy towards various figures such as dario or george (although this isn't the only way his villainy is characterized, as we're also shown right off the bat that he's very deliberately cruel). with jodio being set up as more of an anti-hero, giving him more traits that could be considered unheroic as well as a commonly stigmatized mental disorder, it makes sense to not have that sit quite right. but taking the history of the series into mind, jojo's is no stranger to exploring more shades of gray in its protagonists in its past. johnny and gappy have certainly committed far greater acts of brutality in their parts, while giorno, who jodio is set up as a parallel to, outright aspires to be a head of organized crime. even josuke, who is portrayed as one of the kindest and most pure-of-heart jojos, basically condemns a guy to a fate worse than death in his first arc. this isn't necessarily anything new the series is giving us, and the fact that the jojolands is largely portrayed from the perspective of jodio himself is a massive plus, as it gives us insight into his thought processes and helps us sympathize with a character we might not have done so otherwise (telling a story from the perspective of someone doesn't necessarily ask us to sympathize with them, but things like the goofy jokes he makes with dragona, his own insight on his diagnosis, and his clear love for his family go a long way towards making jodio likeable). one could view this as the natural progression of jojos tending towards the anti-heroic while araki explores more marginalized communities he's interested in portraying, or a poorly thought out decision that furthers stigma towards said marginalized communities. personally, i think it's still too early in the story to make any real judgements, but the way i see it it's kind of similar to the situation with jolyne. she's the only female jojo, and the only one besides jonathan who ultimately fails in her quest at the end of her part. there are narrative and thematic reasons for doing so, but it doesn't sit right with a lot of people, and that's perfectly fine.

from a medical perspective: according to the dsm 5, a person must fit at least three of the criteria for antisocial personality disorder in order to be diagnosed as having it, most of which jodio does fit. failure to conform to social laws and norms (he's a teenage drug dealer), deceitfulness (when barbara ann asks him where he is and if he's hanging out with paco, he lies), impulsivity (he destroys one of the lava rocks to try and get rohan to cooperate), aggressiveness (he kicks that one fucking cop until he's a stain on the ground, twice, although he is justified in his actions and this kind of willingness to fight people is essentially a requirement to be a jojo), reckless disregard of safety (again, practically a requirement for most main characters), consistent irresponsibility (assuming what we've been shown of him is how he acts all the time, yes, although the story so far takes place over too small of a timeframe to determine that), and lack of remorse (dragona has to remind him not to get too violent in the opening chapter with the cop). so he does fit most of the criteria, but it is also a requirement that, to receive a diagnosis, a person must be eighteen or older, with evidence of having fit some of the criteria before the age of fifteen. so by real world standards, jodio would be on track to being diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, but actually receiving it from a high school psychologist is bullshit. then again, this is the universe where the president made a cowboy race battle royale where the contestants had to collect magic body parts, so it's entirely possible that psychiatric standards in that world are just different. but you would be entirely justified in not liking his diagnosis, and there are several other disorders that fit the behavior that jodio shows. there's adhd (the impulsivity and tendency to get lost in daydreams and beating the shit out of cops), depression (the sense of emptiness he describes upon being given his diagnosis), anxiety (irritability and angry outbursts), and that's just some of the more common disorders. we haven't even gotten into some other full-on personality disorders or common comorbidities with antisocial personality disorder! from this perspective, your assessment is totally fair.

from a thematic perspective: as mentioned earlier, jojo's is no stranger to making its heroes increasingly reflected in shades of gray, and parts seven and eight especially make a point of contrasting their protagonists with their respective foils from parts one and four. johnny is a paraplegic gringo jockey twink that murders people so hard his friend the executioner had to tell him to slow down, in contrast with the jacked and kindly gentleman jonathan who impressed a stranger so much with his dignity that he immediately joined him in his quest. gappy is a quirky lil amnesiac who beats people to death with shovels while josuke has one of the more normal personalities of all the jojos and possibly the lowest kill count. at first it might seem like giorno and jodio are the most similar duo, since they're both criminals that act a-okay with murder, but while giorno's goals and reasoning for joining the criminal underground are motivated by a sense of empathy towards the people of italy and a belief in a higher ideology that passione can aspire to, jodio is a very self-centered kid. he has a very inflated idea of his own reputation, can't spot obvious traps, and the very first thing we're told about him is that he wants to be stinking rich. he also believes in the ideology of mechanisms, but it's an ideology that is explicitly centered around gain and his own material wealth, in contrast to giorno's philosophy, which involves ideals of self-improvement and certain boundaries that should not be crossed in the pursuit of power. giorno's ruthlessness stems from a place of compassion, so having his counterpart being someone who lacks the ability to feel empathy is a really interesting choice that gives the story a lot of places to go. the fact that the other criteria he fills, like impulsiveness and irresponsibility, stand in direct contrast to giorno's ambition and planning ahead, also adds further potential for the jojolands to explore a completely different sort of crime story than golden wind. so from this perspective, i'd say that your assessment is rather harsh.

tl;dr there's a lot of different angles to approach this question from. it's 90% probably that i completely misunderstood what you were trying to ask, though, so please tell me what i got wrong :P

#this wasn't the question at all but it's also pretty interesting to consider how mental illness is portrayed in previous parts #you've got stuff like doppio and diavolo (and king crimson?) as an evil system #a tired trope that's pretty harmful #but plenty of interpretations of the main jojos themselves have leaned towards neurodivergent readings #johnny and jotaro are super easy to read as having ptsd #there's jotaro and kakyoin and gappy being commonly headcanoned as autistic ofc #joseph and suzi q could be seen as adhd #it could be easy to interpret giorno's behavior as indicative of some kind of disorder #you could probably toss that on the pile of “previous patterns araki is expanding on”#not necessarily something he did on purpose but something he decided to explore in more depth eventually #hoo boy this is probably the longest thing i've made in a while #jjba #jjba part 9 #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jodio joestar #hirohiko araki #the jojolands #jojolands #antisocial personality disorder #mental illness #mental health #dsm 5 #anyone with any other interpretations experiences or angles to add to this please do #i'm not a psychologist and i don't have aspd so please take all this with a grain of salt #why did i spend so much time writing this

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