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ronanwolff · 3 years

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Loki, god of Mischief

Content Warning- 18+ smut, swearing, submissive Loki, oral(f), fluff

Summary: Short story. Enemies to lovers arc- You’ve always wanted to prove that you were not just some stray Frigga took in as a child and now, your chance has come. You’ve been given a mission, one that will prove you are the powerful witch you claim to be, but it seems there is someone to disrupt the plan, and we know how much he loves to cause mischief.

Months. I had gone over the plan and trained for months, and it had all been for nothing because of him. I strode through the halls with angry purpose as I thought of all the ways I would make him suffer, and when I heard his voice—that familiar chuckle, the anger in me morphed into fury. I marched up to him and removed the rein on my anger as I pushed him. Loki’s green eyes twinkled with amusement as he regarded me, and I could almost hear the words that were about to leave his parted lips.

Why so upset little princess?

And so, I stopped him. I made sure I didn’t hear those words that would soften me, those words that would leave my mouth dry and leave other parts of me wet to my annoyance and denial.

“You traitorous bastard!” I snapped at him. “Blithering idiot.” My chest heaved underneath my armour as I tried to get my breath out. “That was my mission and you ruined it. My chance to prove my worth to Odin and Frigga.” I continued, and I felt the magic brewing in me and wanting to be let out. My skin bristled and the rage within me began to tear at the well-kept seams.

“It sounds like you’re angry with me, but you know me, I like causing mischief…dare I say you need some of it.” He said to me in a low tone as he watched me, sensing just how tense I was. He leaned forward and I caught his eyes briefly fall below my nose and land on my lips. I inwardly cursed whoever among the gods had decided to burden me with the man who stood proudly before me. It had to be a curse because no matter what he did, my true feelings would never change. I tried to hide the bobbing of my throat as I swallowed and without thinking, I raised my hand and struck him across the face. I panted again and stepped back, awaiting his reaction but I was surprised when Loki turned his face to me with a mischievous smile. It was that smile that was all knowing, especially towards my feelings. It’s like he knew how he made me feel. His jaw tensed as he moved closer. “Did that make you feel good?”

“Go to Hel Loki” I hissed as I begun to walk away, he grabbed my arm and suddenly his lips were on mine. I was ashamed to admit that I had been dreaming of this moment for a while and now that it had become a reality, it did not disappoint. I felt the flush in my skin and the feeling of loosening in my limbs. Every bit of tension seeped away as his lips melded into mine. Rage turned into passion and unbridled emotion seemed to escape from me. It was only when I moaned that I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I pulled back sharply and slapped him again, but once again it didn’t have the desired affect because he only chuckled at me and gave me that same smile before pulling me closer. His eyes seemingly glowed underneath the light of the fires around us and mine glowed back in response. A light blue glow that I saw in his own eyes.

“I want you.” I finally breathed in a tone that had never escaped my lips. It was breathy and needy, and the vulnerability seemed to take him aback; it took me by surprise, and yet, he drew a breath and looked at me intently. His hand moved from my arm to my face.

“I’m yours.”

I didn’t let him say anymore, I only crashed my lips back into his, tasting the sweetness of the words he had just said. In fact, I had tasted no sweeter fruit than that of his lips and I knew in the moment his hands held my face and pulled me closer to him, I would want no other thing but him. We moved until my back was against the pillar and I grunted as the impact took my breath away. I had forgotten the injuries I had sustained, and I was sure that bruises would have started to mark my skin. “Are you alright?” Loki asked with concern. His kisses had stolen my breath and I could only nod at him. He stared at me, his eyes studying every inch of exposed skin on my body, but I lifted his chin and made him look at me.

“I’m fine, just kiss me.” I ordered and the grin returned to his face. That beautiful face. Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief was the most beautiful god I had ever seen.

“Yes. Always yes.” He panted as he returned to my lips. His hands surveyed my body, feeling and tracing every curve as he wrapped my legs around his hips. I didn’t know what to do with my own hands, but they seemed to take on a mind of their own as they worked their way through the dark mirth of his hair. My moan echoed in the halls around us and so did his hiss as he inhaled my scent. His face was buried in my neck, nipping at my skin painfully but it was fuelling me until a loud clang sounded around us. The gates.

“LOKI!”

Thor’s booming voice was unmistakable. I had no doubt he had questions for his brother over the failed mission or me. I hoped it was the former. I couldn’t stand before the All father and the council, not like this.

“Gods,” I sighed, trying to ignore the burning heat of my body but it would not dissipate. I wanted more of him, and I could tell he felt the same away as he quietly cursed. He turned his body towards the voice, but I held him close to me. “No. I’m not done with you yet Loki Laufeyson.” I pictured our destination and within a few seconds we were there. My chambers. I ignored the feeling of strain through my body at the use of my magic and I looked at the man who stood before me and for a moment, I didn’t know what to do or say.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered and like that, a bolt of Odin’s lightning seemingly hit me. I had heard things about what he liked when it came to being intimate, but I had never thought it was true. He had always seemed so…sure, a master of control and yet here he was, staring at me like I was the brightest star in the sky, and he was waiting for me.

“Take off your clothes.”

He gave an amused huff at my command, but he obeyed, unclipping the daggers slowly from his waist before moving on to his gauntlets, and he was purposeful and slow in the movements of his long fingers. I swallowed as the gauntlets fell to the floor, leaving his hands and forearms bare and he then moved to his chest, unclipping the fastening of the leather of his armour and I gasped as he peeled it off his body and exposed his chest.

“Do you want me to continue?” He asked in that low husky tone that made me forget who I was and where I was. I shook my head after a moment and tried to find my words.

“Kneel.” Was all I said. It was the first word that came to me because it was the first word that returned to my mind, and it was also the first word he had said to me when we first met. I remembered it clearly as he held the sceptre under my chin as he made me look at him. He smirked as if he too was reminded of that exact moment. He then slowly sank to his knees, keeping his eyes on me as he straightened his back and laid his hands flat on his covered thighs. His muscles flexed as he positioned himself.

I didn’t need words to know what he was doing. He was submitting to me. Me, who was less than him, lower than him. I had grown up in Asgard knowing my place until Loki came along and made me question everything, I thought I knew. I was not a god and yet, here he was treating me like I was. I did the same as him. I slowly moved my fingers over my gauntlets, undoing them and then I moved to the protective armour on my chest. Once that was over with, I was left only in my corset and undergarments. I shook away that all familiar feeling of my power being loosed as the conduit of my armour fell away— something Frigga had constructed for me, and while I would be eternally thankful to her for such a creation, it was a breath of relief when my power was free to snake and coil within me.

Before I could reach behind, there was a spark of green in the corner of my eye and then hands that touched the bare skin of my shoulders and trailed their way to the ties of my corset. Loki remained still in front of me, but there was a playful smile on his lips. I gasped at the phantom touch as he unwound the ties whilst placing kisses on my skin and soon enough, I was bare in front of him, and I had never felt more glorious. The hunger in his eyes turned the usual green of his irises to almost black as he bit his bottom lip. I had never seen someone filled with wanting and so I took cautious steps until I was close enough to feel his breath on my skin. I could feel his eyes like fingers trailing up my body until he reached my eyes, and he was almost panting. His eyes were big and filled with need as he waited on my next command and a part of me loved seeing him hang onto my every word and instruction.

“Kiss me.” I finally said and I expected a quick and fast approach, but he surprised me. He moved slowly towards me, and he kept his eyes on mine as he kissed the skin of my stomach, and the feeling almost broke me. It seemed he had inherited his adoptive father’s abilities because I could have sworn, I felt lightning pass through my body. My head fell back, and I let out a breathless gasp as he continued his relentless assault of my lower body, placing kisses everywhere but that part of me that craved it the most. I let my legs fall open slightly to give him a hint, but he didn’t oblige me. “Please.” I gasped as I clutched his hair.

“You have to tell me exactly what you want.”

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. I had never been nervous around men, and yet, he almost brought me to my knees. His eyes caught the shaking of my hands and he brought them to his lips, kissing away the tremble of them.

“I want you to kiss me…there.” I told him with more confidence, and he thankfully granted me my wish as he put his lips to the core of me. My knees buckled with every flick of his tongue and my hands held his own which he rested on my waist. I tried to bite back my moan, but when he moved his hand to cup my breast, I failed, gasping loudly. I was about to fall off the cliff of euphoria when he pulled away. I looked down at him. “Don’t stop.” I told him and he chuckled in response. His eye twinkled as he winked at me.

“I want to savour every moment of this, princess. I want when you moan, for all the nine realms to hear you praise my name.”

“You are so vain.” I said breathlessly, but I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face as I looked down at him. He was beautiful. I touched his face, memorising the angles of his jaw and the feel of his black hair. The green of his eyes. “That is what you like is it not? Seeing a god on his knees for you. Worshipping at the temple that is your body. Admit it, you like having control just as much as I like relinquishing it.” He whispered before he kissed me again. I whimpered under his lips. “You are my only god, the only one I will go to my knees for. Do you understand?”

I nodded absentmindedly and suddenly I was in his arms, but not for long because he laid me gently on the bed. He trailed kisses up the skin of my leg, biting when he could and his eyes remained solely on me, seemingly also memorising my every reaction. His normally neat black hair was now frazzled from my hands. I pulled his face to mine impatiently and kissed him while my hand wondered his lean body. I made quick work of his trousers pushing them halfway and my hands fondled the skin of his backside whilst his lips marked every bit of skin that surrounded my chest. I mumbled my approval as my body settled into his touch. He pulled away from me and I had to resist the urge to groan in impatience, but from the way he looked at me, with his green eyes so earnest and sincere. The gaze made me pause.

“You don’t have to prove your worth to me.”

The words hit me in a way that almost surpassed what he had been doing to me thus far. He used his fingers to caress my lips before kissing me again and I didn’t realise there were tears in my eyes until I felt them spill over my skin and without breaking the connection of his lips to mine, he wiped the tears away.

“I want you. I need you.” I panted and he swallowed my words with a deep kiss before biting my lip and pulling it. My eyes caught a brief glimpse of what lay in wait for me between his legs and I took a sharp breath in. I had seen all manner of men, but none were compared to the god before me and as my eyes dropped back down again, I joked to myself. I guess he is part giant

Loki smiled as he followed my eyeline and the smile morphed into a small laugh, it was almost as if he had read my mind. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I turned away from him, but he brought my face back and leaned forward, except it wasn’t to kiss me. I felt his breath tickle the skin of my ear, a feeling which sent a shiver through my naked body. “I will be gentle, I promise.”

I pulled him towards me and knowing what I wanted, he granted my request as he pushed into me, gently. My head lulled back as I got used to him. The feeling was alien at first but as I started to move against him, I began to crave more of him. He moved over me, and I relished every feeling and movement. I had watched him train several times, even fought him, and he was incredibly skilled; skills which went beyond combat it seemed. Every movement he made was poised and graceful, purposeful, and steering. It was almost like a dance, his body firm and yet fluid beneath the feel of my hands. He knew when to take the lead and when to step back. His lips never left mine or my skin and his hands held me, grabbed me, and soothed me.

It’s like I wasn’t in control of my body when I turned him over so that I was on top of him. I gave him a smile as I put his hands behind his head and kissed him. I wanted to worship him just as he worshipped me, he deserved venerate adoration. I slowly sank onto him and just remained still even as he fumbled for movement. It only took for me to shake my head and he stilled underneath me. I was in control and the feeling of it was magnificent. As I gave him a nod, he thrust into me and groaned in pleasure, and I heard the slightest whisper of my name. I let go of his hands, but before he could move, I replaced my hands with my magic, binding his wrists above him with blue energy. I rested my hands on his chest and closed my eyes, enjoying the combined feeling of him inside me, and the feeling of my unrestrained power, which burst forth from me in gratitude for having released it—having used it fully even if it was for decadent purposes. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me please myself and I could sense the smile of satisfaction.

“I need to touch you.” He said hoarsely and I only nodded, loosening my magic and he reacted immediately, sitting up and holding me closer to him. I gasped at the difference in feeling, and the presence of his hand on my throat. He kissed me deeply, using his teeth on the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder. I circled my hands around his neck and then made my way to his back, while his hand reached between my legs. I choked at the intensity of the feeling and for a moment, I just looked at him. I loved this man. I wouldn’t be able to say those words out loud, but I loved him despite his flaws and deception and his affinity to push me towards murderous tendencies, I had come to know the man behind the god, the lost and misplaced boy who just wanted to belong to something...or someone. I wanted that too, and as he carried on moving again, I could swear I was about explode into stars.

“Loki.” I gasped as I finally fell off that cliff. I dragged my nails across his skin causing him to hiss, but he brought my lips to his again. I felt endless, not just stars, but a whole universe of galaxies and realms. When sensation returned to me, I could still feel him moving within me, building up to his own finish. I felt guilty for not doing more than planting lazy kisses on the skin of his face, but as I gave into the feeling of sensitivity where he continued to move, I moaned his name once more. He grunted as he held me close to him. His teeth bit into the skin of my shoulder once more as he gasped, shielding my body before giving me back the breath I had lost.

I watched him as he slept, he seemed more at peace with his eyes closed and the small rise and fall of his chest. He seemed more vulnerable. I pushed a strand of his hair away and smiled at him before controlling myself.

He’s a god, a prince, a son of Odin and you’re…nothing. A simple warrior. I thought as I got up gently, trying not to wake him up. I quickly got dressed, fastening my gauntlets and guards before looking at him once more. I moved closer to him and kissed him softly once.

“I love you.” I whispered, before leaving the room.

#loki #loki layfeyson x reader #loki fanfic #loki fandom #god of mischief #loki imagine #loki smut #loki fluff #loki series #marvel #loki of asgard

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tsukkisbean · 4 years

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cuddling | headcanons

genre: fluff!!

characters: kuroo, bokuto, akaashi x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: idk how i feel about these but,,, inspired by conversations i had with some mutuals!! read under the cut for bokuto and akaashi! also sorry i got really soft for akaashi and ended up having a lot of dialogue hahaha,a,,

original request here

kuroo tetsurō

i know most people see kuroo as a super tough charismatic dude but sometimes he just wants to be coddled like a baby don’t even try to change my mind on this

after a particularly rough day at work he comes home with a tiny grey cloud over his head : ( he gives you a quick hug and kiss but doesn’t stick around for long

you finish up whatever you’re doing grab a bag of chips or something from the pantry and run up to your shared bedroom to find your boyfriend laying in bed on his side, under the covers

you peel the covers off his body and dangle the chips in front of him

“baby, do you want me to feed you?”

he can’t help but smile at you, tugging on your arm gently to pull you onto the bed with him

you happily oblige, immediately climbing in and snuggling up against his back

you prop yourself up onto your elbow, your hand gently threading through his messy bed head and he lets out a content sigh

he leans his head to rest on the crook of your neck, while you have one arm slung lazily around his waist, occasionally feeding him a chip or two

you throw one leg over his hip, and automatically his fingertips finds your leg, mindlessly tracing patterns over the fabric of your pajamas

he’s holding his phone in one hand, randomly playing through cute cat videos that show up on his recommended

“y/n should we get a cat?”

“if you really want one but why do you need one when you have me?”

his body rumbles with laughter in response to your snarky comment

before you can get mad at him he turns his body to catch your lips in a kiss

he sits up, pulling you up and into his lap, your legs automatically straddle his hips, and arms encircling his neck

“are you feeling better now?”

“y/n i never have a bad day with you in my life”

bokuto kōtarō

bokuto is away for a game so you’re at your shared apartment all by yourself for the weekend

to help pass the time you start a new show and you end up getting really into it

hours pass and now you’re wrapped up in a big blanket, sitting on top of a bunch of pillows on the floor in front of your tv, so into the show you don’t even hear the front door open, or the approaching footsteps or even the booming voice of your boyfriend that’s been calling you since he left the elevator (sorry neighbours)

being the impatient, excitable man that he is when you don’t respond for the nth time he decides to try to get your attention a different way

just as the show is about to hit it’s climax, your body is shoved to the floor, face stuffed into the pillows and you completely miss the big reveal

when you try to get up, your body is held down by a heavy weight that is your beefy (<33) boyfriend

“bo get OFF before i hurt you”

“you already hurt me when you ignored me for the past 5 minutes”

“wait when did you get home?”

“exactly my point y/n”

you have nothing to say to that so you just let him lay on top of you, his head resting on top of yours, arms and legs sprawled out

you reach one arm out, slipping it under bo’s and automatically his hand curls around yours

your other hand reaches behind you, gently curling and uncurling against the nape of his neck

while the two of you watch tv (mostly you because he has no idea what’s going on) he’s placing kisses all over your neck and on your cheek and jawline

“bo i’m trying to watch”

“pay attention to me :-(”

“the episode is almost over, i’ll pay attention to you after, okay?”

the episode comes to an end, and your half your body is asleep from being stuck in one position for so long and so you call out to your boyfriend to get him to move

when he doesn’t respond you notice how slow his breathing and how still his body is against yours in contrast to his usual energetic behind

then you realize he’s fallen asleep on top of you but you don’t mind because you know how hard he’s been working with his team

akaashi keiji

recently, akaashi’s been working late nights at the office so that he can meet deadlines so the two of you haven’t spent much time together

so when he gets home just after midnight he’s surprised when you come running to greet him at the front door but he immediately pulls you into his arms, and buries his face into the crook of your neck just drinking in your presence because he missed you that much

he knows he really should wash up and get ready for bed, but he can’t bear to leave your side so, still holding onto each other, the two you shuffle over to the living room, plopping onto the couch

you’re sitting between his legs, one of his hands intertwines with yours, the other holding one your favourite books, flipping to a random passage

his chin rests on your shoulder, whispering each line into your ear, occasionally pausing to place a chaste kiss on your cheek or temple

“i am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and i’ve led a common life. there are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. but in one respect i have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who’s ever lived: i’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.”

his voice is so soothing, and you can feel yourself teetering between consciousness and sleep but you try your best to keep your eyes moment, not wanting morning to come where he’d have to leave you again

he shifts your positions, all while still holding your hand, so that the two of you are now laying down and this time your bodies are facing each other, legs tangled together

you hear a soft thunk as he places the book down on the coffee table, his now free hand making it’s way to rest on your back, tracing small patterns, mostly hearts to silently show you he loves you

his mouth is busy placing gentle kisses on the knuckles of your hand that’s still locked with his

“keiji, where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

he lets go of your hand, and you can’t help but feel sad at the sudden loss of warmth but the feeling quickly fades when both his arms hold you tight, your head meeting his chest

“here with you, just like this. only thing that’ll be different is that i’ll have put a gold band on your finger”

though he can’t see it, he can feel your lips part into a wide smile against his chest

the two of you lay there in your peaceful bliss, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #clara click clacks

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remmushound · 3 years

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Bay/rise 37!! @errorfreak88 @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr @brightlotusmoon @yarchurr @dakotafinely @sententiously-sarcastic @sprinklestheditty

Content warnings!! Mentions of death

The ringing in Leo’s ears was deafening. After his humiliating defeat, the best thing he could think to do was find someplace quiet to think. The single place in the lair that offered such solitude was Splinter’s room— the only single-person bedroom in the entirety of their home. It was small and Leo could barely fit through the doorway, and laying on the bed made him feel colossal, but he didn't care. He buried his face in the pillow and it smelled like his father and that was all that he cared about.

He didn't care about losing the spar. Sure, it was a bad sting to his self esteem, but at least his dad hadn’t been there to see it. But maybe if Splinter was there he could have talked some sense into Leo before he made a fool of himself in front of his brothers. He didn't know what he was doing and he admitted that to none but himself. He had been leader for almost four years— and even before then he had always taken well to bossing his brothers around. That’s why he had been made leader in the first place! Because Splinter saw something in him and chose to highlight that above all his flaws and faults. Leo still didn't know why!

As a kid, though he had always taken charge, his personality wasn’t just that. Not like what he was reduced to now. He remembered running the sewers with his brothers and mapping out the tunnels with their minds alone and how he was always the one who could find the way home even when Donnie’s techniques failed. He remembered Splinter taking them up to the storm drains so they could watch the parades go by in the streets. The colors, the people dancing, the music sounding off and filling Leo with such a bubbly, warm joy that he just wanted to dance along to any song that carried down the tunnels.

That was what ninjitsu was to him at first. Dancing. Memorizing the moves and following through as fluid and free as the dancers he saw on the streets and in movies. Trying to emulate what he saw— feeling the melody in the very blood that coursed through his veins. Then a fun hobby turned into an obligation. It wasn’t a game anymore— it wasn’t something to enjoy or a fun thing to practice in his free time. It was his duty, his responsibility. His honor. And he couldn’t let his father down!

He wasn’t human and he could never be human. He shouldn’t want to be human! He was a turtle— he was a mutant— he was Splinter’s son! He had to live up to all the stories he was told about how great he would be and he had to live up to his father’s expectations and he had to live up to what the people in the city needed him to be! He didn't need to dance, he didn't need to like his work—he shouldn’t like his work! Work is work and work isn’t meant to be enjoyed. He was a savior— a messiah in the form of a grotesque monstrosity and it was him and only him that could protect his brothers and the city and the earth and he just wished the ringing in his ears would stop—

Then he opened his eyes again. The ringing wasn‘t just in his ears. It was all around him. An alarm— Donnie’s alarm— sounding a warning of some enemy approaching. Leo looked up and dried his tears just as Donnie came rushing into the room.

“Leo! An alarm went off in the south tunnel! We should check it out! Are you gonna…?”

Leo stood up quickly, shoving his way past Donnie and reclaiming his swords on the way to the entry tunnel. He didn't dare look up at any of his brothers or their counterparts as he passed them by. He was a leader and he had to be strong and silent and he wasn’t allowed to cry. He wasn’t allowed to be weak. He had to be the best— he was the best! Even if Leonardo had beaten him.

They traversed the tunnels in silence. Leo’s brothers were all gathered around him, Mikey with his head hung low like a puppy and remarkably silent. Donnie gave Leo space instead of being right at his side as usual, and Raph put some distance between himself and his Leo for completely different reasons. He needed a chance to cool off before he strangled Leo for how the stubborn leader had been acting the past few dates. He could strangle him later, Raph told himself. Just wait until the sensei’s are safe.

Leonardo was in the lead of his family, Michelangelo clinging to his arm for security against the rushing water that tried to force him off his feet. Leonardo, slippery as he was, always had a better grip under the water than the land-dwelling box turtle could hope to achieve. Donatello was tapping away on his watch, though Michelangelo was half convinced that it was actually just a game. In the place of Raphael, who’s exhaustion couldn’t be moved even by the loud scream of the alarm, was April taking up the rear. She had yet to get her special baseball back, though whoever this Casey Jones was had promised to get it out of police holding for her. In its place she had a new, regular bat covered in nails. Not as effective as her mystic bat, but she was sure it could pack a punch nonetheless.

They came to the place where the alarm had gone off. All eight of them slowly came to a halt when they saw the intruder just standing there, calm as day, as if he had been waiting for them quite some time. Leo and his brothers all took an audible gasp as they stepped back, Leo putting his arms out to protect those behind him. Leonardo and his family, however, gasped for a whole different reason.

“HUESO!”

Despite Leo’s wide motion for them all to stay behind him, Leonardo lead his family to all ignore the leader and dash forward under Leo’s arms to greet the skeleton man. Hueso looked filthy, his normally flawless suit stained with the sewage he had to wade through and dripping even after he had found an almost-dry spot to stand on.

“Oh Hueso! Es bueno verte! I can’t believe you’re here! I’d hug you if you weren’t so gross!” Leonardo laughed and held his arms out for a social-distanced hug.

“Yes, I’d do the same if not for similar reasons.” Hueso grumbled under his breath.

“How’d you get here Hues?” April asked, walking closer to the calaca than Leonardo dared.

“It is a very long story.”

***

“You go on ahead Cassandra. I got some loose ends to tie up.”

When Cassandra left through the rift and the portal closed behind her, only then did Draxum put Hueso back on the ground and release his vice-grip. Hueso gasped softly as he clutched at his throat, his eyes full of hate and locked on Draxum like he were the scum of the earth.

“What do you want from me?” Hueso asked finally, his eyes never once leaving the sheep yokai.

“We have a common means, calaca.” Draxum said, calm and steady. “I hear you are fond of the one called Leonardo.”

“Fond?” Hueso laughed, “I wouldn’t much call it fond as I would call it a... hostage situation.”

“But you know of him. You care for him?” Draxum made a fist and raised it to the air. “You are a very clever Yokai, I can tell. And I could trust no other with a message as important, and to accept what I am about to ask of you would ensure riches and safety for you and your family.”

A glint came to Hueso’s eyes. “What is your request?”

“My creations think me cruel. They know not of my plans, and I need a carrier to bring the news to them so we may unite our forces to take down a common enemy.”

“The Shadow Fiend…” Hueso whispered softly, looking to the place where the rift had once been. “He is not whole. He cannot be defeated in the state he is currently in.”

“Yes.” Drauxm growled softly.

“He must be made whole again, and the only way to do that is…”

“A sacrifice. A sacrifice of Hamato blood will bring the Shredder back whole. He’ll be defeatable.”

“But the cost...”

***

“...would be great.” Hueso finished. “You would be able to destroy The Shadow Fiend once and for all! He sent me here to be your guide.” Hueso looked to Leonardo.

“So he’s not bad!” Michelangelo said quite loudly, his voice echoing all around them as he ran fast to hug Hueso, almost tackling the older skeleton. “DRAXUM’S NOT BAD! I knew he wasn’t!”

“You… you’re just…” Leo pointed at Hueso.

“Just a bone man, yes.”

“Hm.” Leo smacked his lips together as he nodded ever so slightly. “Okay.”

“Can I touch your bones, dude?” Mikey asked, his mouth hanging open and eyes wide.

“That is extremely disrespectful.” Hueso spat, “You should show more respect to your elders.”

Everyone just stared at him.

“Well? Data prisa! We haven’t got all day!” Hueso started to usher the teens back down the sewer tunnel, his confidence and booming voice enough to compensate for the shorter and weaker form he had compared to the brothers. “Malditos chicos! Tan lento!”

The mutants scattered along at his urging just as they would if their Splinters had done the same. Hueso grabbed Leonardo before the blue ninja could get far.

“Talk with me.” He said in Spanish before they started to walk again.

“Why the Spanish?” Leonardo spoke with the same tongue and in a hushed voice. He hoped none of the counterpart-brothers could understand what was being said.

“We must talk of your father in private.”

“Splinter? Why? Do you know something?”

“I told you the ceremony requires blood magic! It requires the host to be bled and possessed by the Dark Armor. The host would be your father with his hamato blood.”

Leonardo’s eyes went wide. He stopped walking for a moment, but Hueso grabbed him by the arm and forced him to keep going.

“B-but if we destroy the shredder then he’d be free right?”

“To destroy The Shredder, we will have to destroy the host.” Hueso looked up at Leonardo with mournful eyes. “If we go through with this, then you will have to kill your own father.”

#OHHHHHHHHHHHH #what’s gonna happen?!#find out on the next installment #OF TMT #(Turtles Meet Turtles)

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kayr0ss · 4 years

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Dancing Queen

[Family, Diakko, Diakko baby!, kinda sad at first, but ends happy!]

Summary: Diana remembers being four, dancing with her mother at home. She remembers it all falling apart. Now she's the mother to a lovely little girl - and she's surprised to be dancing again.

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“You can dance!”

Diana giggled, arm reaching up towards the warmth of her mother. Their hands connected, their feet barely on-time while they swayed to the beat of one of the world’s most recognizable dance songs. “You can jive!” Bernadette twirled her in place—they were having the time of their lives.

In all her four years of existence, nothing ever felt as right as moments like these.

“Mother!” She giggled out, standing at the tips of her toes with a radiant grin so wide her sparkling blue eyes had creased around the corners in mirth. She wanted to be carried, and her mother would always oblige; in the same way she had indulged Diana when she knocked on her office door in the middle of the workday because she missed her.

Diana was hoisted upwards—the room was filled with music and laughter.

“There’s my little dancing queen!”

Her mother always had the most charming smile.

“I’m just a princess!” Diana pouted. “You’re the queen!”

Diana switched off the speakers’ power source so sharply that Hannah and Barbara reeled.

“Is something wrong?” Hannah tilted her head, looking a little miffed at her roommate’s behavior. “It was a good song.”

“It was distracting me from studying,” Diana replied coolly. “Apologies. Midterms are tomorrow and I must insist.”

“Loosen up.” Hannah grumbled. Barbara had only shrugged, but they dropped the subject, choosing to bury themselves back into their notes with a curtain of heaviness falling on the room’s atmosphere.

The memory was burned into her mind; something sore, and raw, and mocking in how happy it had all seemed. Diana bit down at the end of her pen—a habit from her childhood, one that she had outgrown except for when the troubles that plagued her were from her childhood as well.

But this was a temporary discomfort. She would take a moment to collect herself and begin her nearly perfected art of compartmentalizing emotions.

She didn’t have a mother; but it shouldn’t matter.

There was nothing that could be done anymore. Accept it. Compartmentalize it. And carry on. Doing so was easier when one had duties and responsibilities to attend to, so she would throw herself back into her work.

The radio stayed quiet. The feelings died away at the sound of silence.

“Next up on deck is a beloved ABBA classic!”

The radio jock’s voice was booming, and Diana immediately felt the pit of her stomach twist into itself and sink. She reached forward with the intention of turning the volume knob of Akko’s old-style boom boxed until it ‘clicked’ off, but her hand was swatted away (“Hey!”) by the bull-headed brunette.

“—everyone get ready to dance and jive!”

The song intro was a downwards glissando that she knew by heart. Make it stop, she clenched her jaw, reaching for the volume until it was back to dead silence quicker than Akko could intervene.

“I love this song!” the younger witch whined, pushing herself up from where she laid down on her dormitory bed, staring up at Diana who sat beside her. Sucy and Lotte were elsewhere, so they were studying together. Akko liked the music from a certain throw-back radio station that was near enough for Luna Nova to have reception of them. In true Akko fashion, she had narrowed her eyes towards Diana in a challenge, reaching towards the radio on her desk and turning it back on until music filled the room—

—and her heart.

She couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or bad way; but it was always too much. It was a suffocating tightness that wrapped around her chest. She nearly flinched when the first verse rolled in—warmth was so familiar, but so far away. Gone. It slipped through her fingers like wispy memories beginning to fade—but the thought of forgetting them forever terrified her just the same.

It was too much. Diana missed her too much. Almost on reflex, she closed the music again.

Akko was quiet.

“Dia?”

There was a tentative hand that settled above hers, and Diana looked up. Akko had forgotten all about her homework, the music, the radio. The brunette took her hand, her red eyes were wide, searching, and… worried?

“Why are you crying?”

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“They’ll love having you around for a whole week!” Akko grinned, reaching over to hold Diana’s hand while they weaved through the traffic of Tokyo’s streets. To everyone’s surprise Atsuko Kagari wasn’t as bad a driver as they had expected. “We’re still in for a long drive, my family home is at the outskirts of the city, along the suburbs.”

“We’ve been dating five years, since before graduation.” Diana muttered. “I remember where your house is.” Was she nervous? Quite a bit, if she were to be honest. Akko’s parents were wonderful people who had all but accepted her as their own. But at most, their meetings were dinners and parties; not a whole seven-day stay in the family home Akko had grown up in.

And never before had the agenda been asking for their daughter’s hand in marriage.

Not that said daughter knew it yet.

Akko’s head was bobbing excitedly, her fingers drumming along the steering while to the tune of a boppy Japanese song from the eighties that was foreign to her. By the time they escaped the deadlock of traffic along one of the main thoroughfares, the song had faded out. There was banter among the radio jocks, one of them began speaking loudly. Diana wasn’t listening in, but it sounded as though he was announcing the next song and—

“Akko?” She blinked. Her girlfriend had moved so quickly, switching the station to something else. “What were they saying?”

“Nah. Nothing.” Akko smiled. It was a little sad, and there was something suspicious about the way the brunette’s gaze had lingered on own, and how softly Akko reached out to hold her hand. It was firm, secure.

“I just didn’t like the next song coming up.”

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Everyone was a little wine drunk and having a good time.

That alone was the criteria by which Akko decided that their wedding reception was a “booming success!”

Diana, of course, rolled her eyes, straightened out the wrinkles on her wife’s after-party dress and looked around to make sure that the party was carrying on with no incident.

“You’re not supposed to play school prefect on your wedding day, honey.” Akko scrunched her nose while Diana lightly dusted off the shorter woman’s shoulders.

“I wouldn’t have to if I hadn’t married such a troublemaker.” Diana smiled sweetly, leaning downwards when Akko moved in closer for a quick peck on the lips.

“This troublemaker didn’t force this marriage upon you, y’know!”

“That’s still up in the air.” Diana teased, holding Akko by the waist when the latter draped her arms around Diana’s shoulders. They were by the dancefloor—Amanda had dragged them to join everyone else once formalities were finished and the DJ took over the booth.

It was a cruel twist of fate when a certain song began to roll in.

A timeless tune, one that artists never dared to touch with tacky remixes or remasters. The same glissando from her memories of twenty-two years ago marked the start of the song.

The dancefloor erupted into cheers. Of course it would—it was a crowd favorite. A small group nearby heckled for the newlyweds to dance together, but Akko had smiled politely, pulling her wife towards the side for some space. The ballroom was dimly lit at this point in the evening, much to their relief.

“Want me to ask them to change the song?” Akko tilted her head, her eyes betraying softness and care. The sight of it soothed the dull ache beginning to take hold of Diana’s chest.

“No.” Diana shook her head. “It’s quite alright. The guests are enjoying.”

Akko chewed on her lip tentatively. “Do you miss her?”

“I wish she were here today, yes.”

“I wonder if she’d have liked me!” The brunette offered an unsure grin, trying to coax a smile back from Diana with a bit of humor. “I’d have probably said something stupid to her, like, thirty times by now, I think.” Akko narrowed her eyes in thought. It was adorable. “Hm. Yeah. Maybe forty.”

Diana chuckled. It worked. She brushed back Akko’s hair, smiling in a way that left a bittersweet taste in her mouth.

“My beautiful wife,” the blonde started tenderly. “She would have loved you so much.”

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Diana sighed, dropping her glasses onto her desk while she leaned back and gave her shoulders a roll. It was only six in the evening; did people get backaches from overworking as early as thirty? She spared a glance towards her work, there was quite a bit left to finish, but Akko would have words to say if she missed dinner for work again.

There was a little knock on her door.

“Come in,” she called. Curious. It was too light to be Akko’s. Therefore…

“Mum?”

The way her lips quirked into a smile was nearly involuntary. “Yes, Sara, darling?”

She was timid the first time she peaked her head through the doorway, but upon her mother’s invitation, Sara grinned (identical with Akko’s) and all but ran into Diana’s studio. Her mop of light brown hair was wavy and pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs were similar to Diana’s own blonde ones, framing the sides of her adorable, four-year-old face. In her hands was…

“Where did you get that?” Diana blinked.

“I was looking around the storerooms!” Sara gave a toothy grin.

“Honey, I told you it isn’t safe to go through boxes alon—”

“Ka-san was with me!” Sara pouted. “We found this. Then she told me to bring it to you and fetch you for dinner. What is it, mum? Why is it flat?”

Diana leaned forward, feeling breathless at the sight of a memento from long ago. “It’s a… vinyl record.”

The cover was yellowed and thin, almost falling apart at the edges if it hadn’t been so well-kept. Four foreign faces were photographed in a square frame, outlined by white. The rest of the cover was black. It was from her mother’s collection.

ABBA (1976) | Dancing Queen

She ran her fingers along the record’s front. There was no dust. Either Akko or Sara had wiped it down, and the thought of them taking care of something so precious to her warmed her heart. She took a breath, realizing how similar her studio looked to that of her mother’s.

“Mum?” Sara chirped, eyes wide and curious and so familiarly red. “Can we play it?”

It only took a few minutes. They had finally set the needle down, and the record began to spin. Diana braced herself for the sting of longing, and fading memories, but—

“Mum!” Sara was gasping. “Dance with me!”

She wasn’t given a moment to respond. The little girl had taken her by the hands, pulling her upwards from the chair in a fit of giggles while awkwardly jumping. Diana felt a swell of pride to see that Sara was on-beat. She took after Akko. Sara raised her hand. “Spin!”

“Spin?”

“Like in the movies!” Sara pulled on her arm and—ah—she wanted to be twirled.

How could she say no?

She didn’t even realize she was grinning, ecstatic at the sight of Sara’s lounge dress flaring outwards while she twirled on her heel. “You’ll get dizzy,” Diana hummed, taking both of her daughter’s hands to keep her steady upright.

But Sara just laughed.

The sound of her laugh warmed her up so profoundly that it drove away bitterness and melancholy.

The void in her heart so filled—there was no space for longing.

“You know this song well, mum?”

Diana tilted her head in question.

“You’re singing it!”

She was? She didn’t even realize.

“Your grandmother would dance this with me, when I was around your age.”

Red eyes widened into saucers full of childish awe and boundless wonder. “You and grandma?”

Diana nodded, eyes glistening while she smiled. She sharply realized that now she was the mother—and she was dancing with her daughter.

She wondered, did her mother feel as wonderful as this during those dances? She didn’t know she could love so deeply, so unconditionally.

I was loved like this too, she breathlessly remembered the feeling of Bernadette’s hand on her own, always within reach and making sure she didn’t fall when she spun too quickly, too hard. It left her in awe. Sara was so carefree, and Diana saw the same four-year-old girl she had shut away in the smile of her daughter.

Why did she ever want to forget that feeling?

Why did she want to stop hearing this song?

Sara was a breathless mess of Akko’s energy and her own finesse, but all the dancing and laughing had tired out her legs.

“Take it easy, my little dancing queen.” Diana cooed.

“I’m just a princess!” Sara pouted, holding out her arms for her mother to carry her.

Diana’s eyes had widened; and then immediately began to sting and water. She smiled, lovingly, amazed at how her daughter—in so few words—repaired something that was broken for so many years.

She was now a mother—and it meant everything to hear the very words she had once said:

“You’re the queen!”

Having the time of her life

See that girl?

Watch that scene—

Digging the Dancing Queen

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A/N: Hey guys! Holy sh*t, this is my 30th uploaded Diakko fanfic (on AO3)! Damn! This is (obviously) inspired by ABBA's super classic song Dancing Queen. It would be cool if you guys had a listen to visualize the last part. :)

I hope you enjoy this. Hammered it out at an ungoldy hour in the morning, but I wanted some feelings!Diana and in case it isn't obvious, songs are a really strong motivator and source of inspiration for me when writing. Thanks to everyone who has read, left kudos, shared wonderful, wonderful comments that honestly give me life, drive, and motivation LMAO on all the short stories I've shared thus far. Can't wait to share more!

*Insert turtle copulation noises* *cries in Appointments update*

#Diakko #Dianakko #Diana Cavendish #Atsuko Kagari #Family #Fluff #Angst #Bernadette Cavendish #LWA Diana #LWA Akko #Luna Nova #LWA #Little Witch Academia

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mothwingwritings · 4 years

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Treasured Friend

F!Reader X (Yandere) Joseph and mentioned F!readerX Caeser

Warnings: Yandere, drugging, cheating, noncon heavy petting, Joseph being a horny jerk

This is my very self-indulgent first shot as a yandere X reader fic (because I am a horrible goblin who loves me some yanderes) which I am a bit nervous about finally posting!!!! AHHHH! I feel like I made Joseph a little OOC, so I apologize for that. I also jumped back and forth from Joseph’s POV to readers so sorry if it gets a bit confusing. ^^;; And why did I have to do this to my girl Suzie Q? Hasn’t she been through enough??? Smh. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!!! Thank you!!!

'I shouldn't be here.'

His brain nagged him as he stood before your door, fist posed inches from the wood, primed for knocking. He stood still, frozen in... What, fear? Confusion? This wasn't like Joseph Joestar at all. He was, after all, the proud, boisterous man who's fought off countless foes, succeeded in being a skilled Hamon user, and ultimately defeated a perfect being that threatened the entire world.

So with all that bravado why the hell was he held up in front of a door?

Were these just nerves trying to block him from seeing a cherished old friend? Ridiculous, there was absolutely no reason at all for this horrible feeling of guilt to be weighing so heavily on his chest. Because that's all you were to him, right? Just his dear old friend?

He snorted at his own cruel joke

He heard you moving inside, as well as sounds of what appeared to be metal clanking together and water running. Perhaps you were cooking dinner? It was around that time of day.

'Maybe I should come back later,' He mused to himself, 'if she's busy with something I probably shouldn't bother her. Besides, I’d rather have her full attention than half of it when we are catching up, right?'

He lowered his hand for a moment at this thought, before quickly shaking his head, an urge of conviction flowing through his body.

'No,' he thought, finally connecting his fist to the door sharply, 'I came all this way. I need to see her now.'

"Coming," He heard muffled through the door. It was hard to make out, but it was undeniably your voice. Joseph couldn't contain the smile that that voice brought him.

After several moments, the door lurched open with a whiny screech. He's sure you spoke something, probably along the lines of 'who is it?' But with his heart beating so fast, the only sound he could manage to focus on was the loud thump echoing in his ears. He felt his breath catch as the door flew all the way open, his gaze falling upon the girl he hadn't seen in years, but hadn't left his mind for even a second in that time.

Your eyes widened a bit from the initial shock, followed by your signature smile that could light up the whole room, instantly igniting a fire in his heart. God, how he missed that smile, how he loved that smile.

"Joseph?" you laughed. An airy, joyful noise, "Joseph Joestar, is that really you?"

Her good mood was contagious, and Joseph's smile spread even wider. He was elated at how you responded to his presence.

'So she is happy to see me. She missed me, possibly even as much as I missed her.'

His heart thumped louder.

"(Name)," the towering man beamed, throwing his arms open dramatically as he shot you a playful grin, "Of course, the one and only! Now, the next thing you are going to say is 'come here so I can give you a hug!'"

Your laugh grew as you tried in vain to hide it behind your small hand. Joseph didn't like that habit of yours; he thrived on seeing you happy and loved it even more when he was the one to bring you that joy.

"I wasn't going to say it I was just going to do it," you teased, "But I guess I can indulge you just this once... Come here so I can give you a hug!"

And with those words, you passed by the door, making your way to Joseph. When you were directly in front of him, you softly launched off the ground, expecting him to meet you half way. He reciprocated, pulling you in to him, your feet dangling several inches from the ground. Just like how it used to be when the two of you were still living in Lisa Lisa's mansion. Also just like old times, he was more than happy to oblige, eagerly scooping you up as he pressed his face firmly into the crook of your neck.

Joseph mused over how good you felt pressed against him. Warm and soft, your hugs were always so inviting and enveloping, even with how much smaller than him you were. As your arms wrapped more snugly around his neck, he buried his face deeper into your neck and started to get lost in you. He breathed deeply, getting a whiff of the perfume you always used to wear. He was glad you still wore it. It always was one of his favorites. He squeezed you tightly, relishing the feeling of your affections. It was unfair how your body fit so perfectly against his.

"God how long has it been," your voice was soft, emotive, and so close. A shiver shot down his spine, "6 years? 7?"

"Too long," he responded immediately, his strong arms constricting you just a bit tighter, "I missed you, (name)."

Another playful laugh, "I missed you too, Jojo," you began to break contact, giving his arm a soft slap on your way down, "and I can't even imagine what owes me this surprise visit, but I am excited to find out."

You swung your door open, scooting out of the way a bit as you lifted your arm in a sweeping motion, "Please, come in! You came just in time, dinner is almost ready!"

It was shocking, to say the least.

The last time you had seen the man before you seemed like a lifetime ago. As soon as your eyes fell upon him, the memories flooded violently into your brain, the bittersweet nostalgia sweeping you away...

Two of your best friends had recently been wed and there was nothing but love in your heart for the both of them. Suzie Q, your best friend since you were small, had finally found her other half. You had joked with her a lot when you were younger that she was too easily wooed by a pretty face and too quick to give her heart away to men that were unworthy of her. She would laugh at you in response, shoot you a wink, and make some comment about having a lot of love to give so she'll eventually find the right guy, even if she does have to kiss a few frogs along the way.

That didn’t stop your worry for her, though. You always let her do her own thing and gave her space, but you were certainly not shy about letting her know you were not fond of most of the men she dated. On average they were arrogant, cocky, and loud womanizers who were also (unfortunately) extremely handsome.

So when you met Joseph Joestar, your protective nature instantly kicked in.

Both you and Suzie had been employed by Lisa Lisa, though in your case, maybe "saved" was a more appropriate term. You had come from a broken home and had a difficult upbringing, and you had spent many nights running to Suzie's house to get escape from your situation. When you grew a bit older and Suzie had been working for a while with Lisa Lisa, she was quick to recommend you as well. You were deeply intimidated and worried she may take one look at your past and skill set and cast you aside, but Suzie had talked you up so much that Lisa Lisa essentially hired you on the spot. You spent the next several years working your ass off to prove yourself to be all your friend had talked you up to be, and in the process gained a rather charmed existence surrounded by people you loved. You had a nice, safe home you shared with your treasured friend. The employer and teacher you greatly respected had taught you how to be strong, self-sufficient, and overcome any challenge life might through your way. In the hustle and bustle of it all, you had even met a charming man (one of Lisa Lisa’s pupils) that you had begun to develop feelings for...

And then Joseph showed up.

With the introduction of this cocky and loud brit, everything changed. From the get go, his frisky and flirty nature irked you. Throughout your years you had grown to a woman who respected manners and you took pride in the fact that not much in life could truly irritate you. As if honing in on this, you became a favorite target of Joseph’s endless teasing.

As much as you tried, he quickly had become unavoidable (Lisa Lisa had assigned you to watch over him, after all). You would cringe at the way he would ogle you, your teacher, and your best friend. He was a show off, always trying to one up Caesar (the man who had become the focus of your affections) to impress you, something you imagined Joseph had hoped would gain your approval. Needless to say, it did not work. Nearly everything the man did seem to grate deeply on your nerves, from the 'cute' nicknames he would make up for you, to the way he treated your blossoming skills dismissively, to how he'd casually find SOME way to touch you at every encounter. In the span on of a few days you had nearly reached your limit. You would purposely find something, ANYTHING, to do around the mansion to avoid him. But even then, you knew eventually you'd hear his booming voice break your small window of peace as it had become a habit of his to hunt you down each day after his daily trainings.

"Hey, (Name), there you are!!! You are looking a little bored, what say you come with me and we liven up the day a bit, eh?"

"(Name)! My favorite girl! Looks like you could use a break, and I know just the person you should take it with~"

"(Nick name) you were with Caesar AGAIN!? Come on, wouldn't you rather spend your time with someone who reeally~ knows how to treat a lady?"

It was all so obnoxious, but your blood didn't begin to truly boil until you had found him one day with Suzie Q.

You had warned her, or at least tried, of all he had put you through. The flirting, the disregard of your personal space, the shots fired at Caesar. At first she seemed to be listening, giving him the cold shoulder and dishing back whatever he handed to her, rolling her eyes jokingly at you whenever mention of him was made.

But as the weeks wore on her unamused glare changed to a fond twinkle. Her indignant frown when he would cast his attentions her way morphing into a coquettish smile. Much to your dismay, you knew you were rapidly watching your best friend fall in love.

"Caesar we can't let this happen," you grumbled one day to your lover, your head resting snugly in the crook of his neck as you curled against him during a break in his training.

"Let what happen, Bambina?" Caesar responded to your sudden remark, his fingers lazily weaving through your (color) tresses.

"Suzie and Joseph," you sighed heavily, "I've seen the way that she has been looking at him recently, and I know that look all too well. I have to get her away from him somehow..."

The blonde Italian hummed, "Hmm, a look huh? And just what look has our dear Suzie been giving Jojo?"

"It's the look she gives men before they break her heart."'

Caesar laughed, a pleasant rumble jolting your body. You pulled yourself up, steadying your arm across Caesar's broad chest so you could look directly into his eyes.

"What's so funny," you pouted, trying not to be swayed by the beautiful shimmer of his sea green eyes, “I’m serious! Joseph is bad news for her! I don't want my best friend to be used up by some pretty playboy and then tossed aside once he's done with her."

"I apologize, I didn’t mean to laugh. But carina did you and I not start similarly? Did people not also warn you to stay away from the great womanizer Zeppeli, a man who would always be nothing more than someone who would break beautiful girl’s hearts?"

You averted your gaze slightly, a light blush rising to your cheeks, "This is different! You understood my boundaries and never once acted high and mighty around me. I definitely had my reservations with you but," the blush on your cheeks grew a bit darker before you continued, “In the end you proved yourself to be a safe and worthy person to give my heart to."

A doting smile overtook Caesar's face as he leaned up, planting a firm kiss on top of your head.

"And I am forever grateful you took that gamble with me carina, as you have become the most treasured part of my life. Since you have come into my life, I have been a better, stronger man. But...."

"…But?"

Caesar sighed, gently shaking his head, "But you have to understand bambina that Joseph and I are different people with different personalities and different backgrounds," Caesar gently took your chin in his fingers, turning your gaze back his way, "I definitely don't approve of the hounding he gives Master, Suzie, and especially YOU, but Jojo is not a bad person. There's more going on inside him than you realize, and as I have been training by his side daily I can't help but admire how far he's come in this short span of time. He may come off as clownish, but after you've been through some things with him you see just how strong his ambition is. He’s a man fueled by a strong drive and tender heart. Carina mia, if Suzie Q is the woman he has chosen to bestow his true affections upon, I dare say that woman will live a very passionate life and never be left wanting."

As Caesar spoke, your eyes softened. You mulled over his words in your head, considering the possibility that maybe they would make a good pair. Perhaps Joseph wasn't just an annoying brute, maybe that was all a screen he hid his true feelings and intentions behind. Though it didn't entirely excuse him of all the things he had done, hearing Caesar explain it certainly did give you a new perspective on the man.

You sighed dejectedly, "OK, maybe you are right. He may get on my last nerve, but at the same time I haven't really given him much of a chance to get to know me, and I him. Maybe... Maybe he would be a good match for Suzie? Besides, we are both adults now, even if I still have qualms over him I need to have faith that my best friend is doing what's right for her."

Caesar playfully winked at you, "Exactly. Suzie is a big girl, and Joseph a big boy. If they desire to be together, I hope you can come to a point where you give them your blessing," Caesar sighed deeply, slowly running his hand through his hair, "Besides, with his attentions focused on Suzie that means he will leave you alone now."

"Oh, I see. Ulterior motives," You teased, flippantly waving your hand.

He smirked, "Is it so wrong for a man to want his woman to himself? Cuore mio, don't break my heart by telling me you actually secretly enjoy Jojo's affections?"

You snickered, giving the blonde a playful smack, "Please, you know I only fall for incredibly dashing Italian men. But I must say, I am surprised with all the trash-talking he gives you that you are standing up for him and speaking so highly of him right now."

Caesar shrugged, his eyes falling closed as he pulled you snugly back down against him, "What can I say? I guess he's growing on me."

Over time, he would grow on you as well.

After all you had gone through, it was impossible not to. Not long after that conversation, your life was wrought with tragedy and terror. The insurmountable threat of the pillar men coupled with the incredible loss of losing Caesar nearly destroyed you. You felt helpless and terrified, every good thing in life you had worked so hard to achieve being ripped from you in the blink of an eye.

You ached for your lost love, and agonized over the fate of your friends. What could you do? What would become of the world if you weren't victorious right here, right now? It was too much weight to bear.

And yet Joseph took it head on, becoming your rock when everything else in the world seemed so unsteady. With his signature smirk and twinkling green eyes he held you in his strong grasp before the final encounter. You’ll never forget the feel of one of his hands gently jostling your hair as he told you it would all be OK, that he would protect you and come out victorious.

And even with all the odds against him, his enemy quite literally transforming into the perfect being with no weaknesses, he came out the winner. At that time, you could neither laugh nor cry. You just stared on in awe and relief when you saw Joseph triumphant and alive, on a day that was supposed to be his funeral, no less. Your body went numb, collapsing on itself with the gravity of all that you had been through. Jojo didn't just save you and your friends, he saved the entire world.

It was hard not to give Suzie your blessing after that.

But that was all around 7 years ago, and in that time span you had unfortunately grown apart from the Joestar family. In the beginning of their marriage you and Suzie talked all the time. Visits to and from where both of you ended up settling were common. You always felt welcomed and loved in their home, and you counted it a blessing that you were able to stay so close to the ones you treasured, even with how hectic adult life had become.

However, the months kept passing, and in time, Suzie called less frequently. At first she would brush off your concern, saying she was just tired, or things were busy, her schedule had become so hectic. You would give her space in these moments, but couldn't help but feel a gnawing discomfort when the she went from being a bit unresponsive, to just out right avoiding your calls all together.

Sometimes when you would call you would get Jojo, and hearing his peppy voice sound so genuinely excited to hear from you instantly took a load off your shoulders. He would always reiterate the things Suzie told you to help put your heart at ease. She wasn’t lying or avoiding you, she truly was just held up with something.

That is until Jojo stopped answering the calls as well.

It wouldn’t be until a year later when you got a curt letter in the mail that changed everything. In Suzie’s handwriting, it asked you to please cease all communication with her and Joseph, explaining they were to be moving and starting completely anew in a faraway town and that they wished you not to be a part of that new life.

You felt hollow. You reached out through letter, phone, even trying to get Lisa Lisa to relay messages from you, but no efforts bore any fruit. Your emotions went from confused and heart broken, to bitter and upset. What had you done? Was it something you said or did? Why were they treating you like this, without even explaining themselves? You drove yourself to the point of madness scouring every inch of your brain for something that would want to make them abandon you, but in the end, could think of nothing.

For your own sanity, you tried your best to forget them and move on. Unfortunately for you, you were a horribly sentimental person, and dropping them the same way they had dropped you was something you could not do.

But more years passed, and as they say, time heals all wounds. Losing your friends got less painful and you were able to forge new relationships and start new endeavors. You had made a comfortable life for yourself in that time, even with Suzie and Joseph hanging on in the back of your thoughts, like phantoms you couldn’t exorcise.

So to see a phantom before you in the flesh, sitting merrily at your two person table with that all too familiar mischievous grin spread wide across his handsome face, his spirited eyes peering into your very soul. It was jarring, but you couldn’t help but be overcome with joy.

“Smells delicious,” Jojo exaggeratedly sighed, a look of bliss passing over his face, “I’ve been on the road so long, and it’s been forever since I’ve had a beautiful woman’s home cooked meal.”

You giggled, hand wrapped snugly around your mug of cooled tea as you brought it to your lips, “Well I’m not master chef, but I hope it lives up to your expectations.”

“Please, your cooking was always superior to nearly everyone in the mansion, I am sure it has only gotten better with time (name),”

Small talk carried on for several minutes, before a dense silence hung over the two of you. Your eyes darted to him, taking him in as his gaze swept over the content of your dining room, taking in all of the new and the old. You inhaled deeply.

“Joseph.”

The serious tone of your voice garnered the man’s attention, his bright eyes focusing fully back on you.

You looked held his gaze, the confusion and pain from the past emanating from your unwavering stare.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I missed you, (Name),” The words passed his lips before he could stop them, but the small blush that lit your cheeks more than made up for his brief loss of control over his feelings.

Honestly, he could think of no other way to respond when you were looking at him like that.

He watched intently as you shook your head a bit and closed your eyes, a quivering smile on your lips. He could tell you were fighting valiantly to suppress long held back emotions that may spill out at any second. He was in the same boat, just a little better at it than you were.

“I missed you too,” he noted the slight shake in your voice, “but Joseph… What happened? You and Suzie just left, and I…”

Your voice trailed off, another strong wave of emotions washing over your features. It was something he noticed about you after Caesar had passed, that you were no less stunning in heart break. Joseph stared at you, mesmerized. He hated seeing you in pain, but he couldn’t help the allure of seeing those tears dance just at the edge of your eyes. You were crying for him… crying because you missed him. His heart rate began to quicken. This surely wasn’t the first time tears had been spilled on his behalf. Had he being gone kept you up at night? Did you dream of him and his return?

“How is Suzie?”

The question ripped him forcibly from his previous thoughts. It was asked so earnestly, with such barely concealed desperation, it felt wrong to lie in response. Nerves began to take over, his hands sweating as he absent mindedly fidgeted with the mug in front of him. How could he possibly answer this? Should he really tell you the truth? Could he honestly tell you the reason Suzie began to distance herself from you was because of him? Should he confess and say he couldn’t get you out of his mind, even with his new wife at his side, and after sometime his wife caught on? Should he explain to you that Suzie had always been a replacement in his heart for you, a replacement he thought he could grow to love as fervently as he loved you, but never quite stuck? Should he confess that it was always you he thought of in the place of Suzie when he kissed, hugged, or even spoke with her? Should he tell you that while he made love to your dearest friend, it was you he was imagining beneath him? Should he divulge that on more than one occasion, it was your name he would scream while he came?

Joseph had single handedly ruined the lifelong friendship you had with Suzie. She had done everything she could to make him hers, giving him the entirety of her love. But in the end she realized she could never win over what he felt for you. This caused Suzie’s resentment and animosity towards you to grow, but she also knew in her heart these feelings were misplaced and unfair. So instead of lashing out on her closest friend and airing all the couple’s dirty laundry, she tried to distance herself and her husband from you. Her thought process being that if you were not around in any capacity to distract him, his fondness for you would lessen. In reality, the opposite had occurred.

When Suzie had found he had still been taking your calls without her knowledge, it drove her to the edge. Even after all he had done, all he continued to do, Suzie still loved Joseph, and adamantly believed she could make their marriage work. So she demanded they move, cutting ties with you completely so they could focus on being a family again.

He agreed, but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because he truly felt bad for the woman he conned into marrying him when his heart clearly belonged to you. Maybe he did it because somewhere inside of himself he truly believed he could learn to love Suzie the way he loved you. Maybe it was because even though Caesar had long been gone, he felt dirty for longing for the woman whose heart and soul belonged to his best friend. Regardless, he agreed, and they left you behind with nothing more than a short letter that he knew would lead you to anguish.

“Joseph you are scaring me, how is Suzie?”

Joseph was snapped back to reality by your concerned voice. He chuckled nervously, forcing a smile on his face before he spoke.

“Suzie is OK,” he began softly, considering his words, “We… We had some issues earlier on in our marriage.”

“…Issues,” you questioned, “What kind of issues?”

Joseph averted his gaze, his grip tightening on the mug. This lie had to be convincing. It was too soon to share his true intentions now.

“Mostly things brought on by the stress of being a young couple out on our own,” he began slowly, trying to keeps his nerves in check, “Well, that and the whole battle with the Pillar Men and its after math. It was a lot to take in. It was a mess that she didn’t want to burden you with, especially when she knew you were still reeling from Caesar and in the process of starting your own life.”

He was happy his lie seemed to relieve you a bit, but a deep frown was still engraved on your lips.

“As our marriage went on, those issues became bigger issues,” he continued, his own frown deepening, “I think we both had a lot of expectations and feelings about what we thought was going to happen once we became husband and wife, and we didn’t necessarily share those expectations or feelings with each other. We were young, on our own for the first time, still figuring ourselves out. Things were bound to get messy at points… It just ended up getting messier than we bargained for,” he sighed, his eyes returning to yours, holding within them an ounce of misery, “Suzie is fine, (name). She’s still her healthy, lively self. She just didn’t want to drag you down in our ongoing bullshit.” He finished with a melancholy grin.

Another silence settled in the air as you collected yourself, taking a deep inhale before speaking.

"Suzie is healthy… That's so good to hear," your voice trembled, "I was so worried all these years," you shook your head, focusing back to Joseph, "But I can't believe it... Things seemed to be going so well, I had no idea you two were going through it- ARE going through it. I feel dumb realizing it now. We did go through so much in such a short amount of time. The wedding was such a whirlwind, it makes sense…"

Joseph watched as your hand clenched at what he was sure was a steadily blooming ache in your chest. What was going through your mind at this moment? How were you processing the lies that fell from his lips? He was sure you were beating yourself up right now, your brain chastising you for not realizing the marital and life issues your dear friends were going through sooner. His eyes widened as he noticed your whole body softly quivering, tears beginning to fall slowly down your rosy cheeks. You looked so small, so hurt. He was a piece of shit for being the cause of this, but he also couldn’t deny the twisted feeling of excitement seeing you this way caused.

As far as he was concerned, those tear filled eyes were proof of your strong feelings for him.

"(Name)..." He whispered, enchanted as you fought back waves of emotion. It took all of his will power to not give in, to not push the table over and take you again in his arms. While you would melt into him he’d kiss away those anguished tears, promising to you the only time you’d ever cry again would be when he’d make you feel his love so fully, so strongly, that your over stimulated body wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore.

"Joseph," Your cracking voice struggled to say, drawing the man from his rampant fantasy.

“I never want you or Suzie to feel that way ever again. I know you were trying to protect me, but I never want you to ever feel like you have to hide anything from me ever again.”

Your conviction grew as you continued, “You two keeping things from me, going away and cutting all contact, that hurts me much more than any issues you have been fighting through ever could. I am never too hurt, busy, or tried to be there for either of you. I love you both so much, you are my family… So please, please don’t worry for me when you are going through so much on your own.”

You smiled warmly at him, blinking the tears from your eyes.

His heart was about to burst.

"(Name)... For now... Can we just forget about Suzie?"

The question that followed the next brief gap in conversation threw you for a total loop. Your conversation to this point had been going amicably, even if you were focusing your questions on your MIA friend and getting rather emotional.

"... Forget about Suzie? Joseph, what do you-"

"I don't want to talk about her right now." He cut you off roughly, a bite in his voice that alarmed you.

He took note of the dismayed look on your face his comment caused, and his expression instantly became lighter.

"I'm sorry. It's just a bit painful to talk about her right now,” he spoke, an uncharacteristic nervous tinge to his voice.

“The whole reason I am here now is because we are going through it again and I happened to be traveling in the area I knew you used to live. I took a gamble hoping it would still be you residing in this little house,” he flourished his hand, small smirk ghosting his lips as he took in the scenery once more, “and I’m glad it was.”

A moment of silence hung heavily in the air before he continued, his voice lower than before, “I really needed to talk to you, (Name). I needed to hear your voice. No one else…”

His voice drifted off a bit, his eyes softening as he seemed to get lost in his thoughts. Before you could comment, he snapped out of it, continuing on in a voice that was pleasant, but forced “What am I doing talking about this stuff? I came to share a few laughs and have a good time, not bog you down with my issues! It’s been such a long time since I have seen you (name), I am sure so much has happened in your life. I want to hear it all!"

While he spoke you noticed the quick change in posture from lax and inviting to rigid. His fingers tapping the wood of your table erratically, the set of his jaw had become stern. Everything about him was suddenly on edge. Your heart sank witnessing him like this, even now trying to hide things from you in order to not weigh down the joy of your meeting after so long.

However, you had already decided something. Joseph had come all this way to find some refuge with you, and that’s just what you were going to offer.

"Joseph," your voice dropped low, your hands sliding across the table to catch his own in a gentle hold. You felt his body jolt a bit, surprised by the sudden contact. You squeezed slightly, hoping to get across your feelings of reassurance. You smiled tenderly up at him, and after a moment, his hands shakily returned your hold.

“I’m so sorry… How could I have not noticed that you were in a rough patch? Suzie has been my rock through every trial life has ever thrown my way, and you have become equally as important,” you sighed in frustration, “You both can read me like a book yet I couldn't even tell how much you have been struggling. All of your laughs and smiles, they were masking your true pain, and through it all you both still put me first, not wanting to burden me with anything that was happening because you knew all I had gone through in my own life.”

Tears stung your eyes once more with the realization, “Joseph please, I don’t want you to struggle alone. I want to be your rock, too.”

You heard the man release a breathy sigh, the rough pad of his thumb gingerly starting to caress your firmly gripped hand.

"God, have your hands always been this soft?”

“W-what,” The out of place question took you by surprise, a tiny yelp of shock escaping your lips as Joseph repositioned himself, leaning his torso heavily over the table, threatening your personal space.

His grip on your hands tightened, lifting the digits slowly up to his mouth. A lucid smile graced his plush lips as they ghosted the tips of your fingers. His warm breath on your hand would be almost soothing if not for the obsessive gleam he held in his eyes as they bore into you. A shudder ran through your body, which had become stiff with discomfort. This small gesture between good friends quickly morphed into something much more intimate, the way he was looking at you feeling oddly menacing.

“Your hands,” he laughed a bit, his voice nostalgic, “I remember even during the most rigorous of the training that we were put through, your hands were strong, but also always so gentle,” his lips pressed harder into your flesh, his eyes narrowing as he continued to speak, “but I forgot just how soft they were… How good they feel when you touch me-“

As if breaking a horrible spell, the timer on your stove began to blare, causing you both to jump. You took the opportunity to quickly pull away, pushing yourself up and away from the table and Joseph as you hurried to address the now finished meal.

“Give me just a moment and I’ll have dinner out,” you tried to speak as calmly as you could, clenching your own hands together as your brain scrambled to make sense of what had just occurred, “wait right there.”

Perhaps the move was too soon, but he could think of no other way to respond to you suddenly grabbing him like that, being so earnest and vulnerable with your feelings. Sitting across from you as he indulged in the dinner you had prepared, it would have been easy to get lost in the domestic feel of it all. However he could tell you were growing increasingly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to bring everything back to normal, and he mentally scolded himself for that. Your once welcoming gestures had now become guarded, suspicious. Your bright eyes now looked at him with confusion, even a bit of distrust. He was doing his best to make the conversation jovial again. He was complimenting your cooking, bringing up past humorous exploits, asking you about your new job, your new life, everything and anything he could get about what you had been doing, who you were now.

Yet you kept succeeding in bringing the conversation back to Suzie.

At first it filled him with guilt, hearing his wife’s name fall from your lips with so much concern, now more amplified by his slip up. But the guilt was quickly becoming aggravation as even his best attempts to redirect the conversation kept sneakily coming back to Suzie.

As the tense dinner was winding down, he could tell you were trying to hurry things along. Your eyes darted to the clock more often, and you kept mentioning how late it was becoming, how you had something you had to wake up early for( regardless of it being the weekend). It wasn’t until you began to collect the plates that Joseph began to slightly panic. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go… You both were supposed to be so lost in catching up with each other that time seemed to no longer exist; enjoying each other’s company so thoroughly you’d keep the conversation going into the wee hours of the morning.

Joseph sighed a bit after you turned down his offer to help.

‘I was hoping to avoid having to do this,’ Joseph scowled, slipping the small vial from his pocket, ‘but I guess I have no choice.’

After the situation involving the Pillar Men nearly poisoning him to death, the Speedwagon Foundation really stepped up their game in the drug department. An entire new branch was created as a security measure to protect against threats of that nature, and as such, a lot of experimentation and creation was going on in their labs. Joseph couldn’t help but be intrigued when Robert had offhandedly mentioned one day they had successfully created a new kind of drug, one that was nearly impossible to detect or trace, but knocked someone out quickly for several hours. Robert had been initially confused by Joseph’s questions regarding the drug, as he usually didn’t take much interest in the more science-y aspects of their organization at all, but eventually gave him a small sample of the drug, warning him to not let it fall into the wrong hands.

Watching himself quickly pour a bit into your half-finished wine glass, he mused if his own hands could possibly be considered the wrong ones.

You came back in the room shortly after the deed was done, taking your seat across from him tentatively.

“I know you mentioned it, but I suppose it is getting quite late, huh?” Joseph questioned, doing his best to hide the frown that formed when he saw how relieved that comment seemed to make you.

“Yeah,” you responded, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger absentmindedly, “I hate to rush us after it’s been so long.”

Joseph smiled warmly, batting his hand playfully, “No need to apologize, I did just barge in here unannounced after all. I was lucky you treated an uninvited guest to a meal and a drink.”

You exhaled, your voice coming out softly “You are hardly an ‘uninvited guest’, but next time… I would really love to see Suzie as well. I know you told me not to bring her up and you seem to be avoiding talking about her altogether… But I really miss my best friend.”

You looked away as if you were ashamed to mention her around him. It was another stab to his heart.

“Hey (name),” he began, continuing once your eyes had locked back on his, “I want to apologize. For dumping this all on you, and for earlier when I was holding your hands. My mind has been such a mess, and I realize running to you to escape wasn’t the most mature or well thought out plan.”

He watched your body begin to grow more lax, causing relief to wash over him.

“It’s just you have always had a way of making me feel better (feel whole, he wanted to add, but thought better of it), and I knew this time wouldn’t be any different. It was selfish.”

Before he could say more, you chimed in with a small laugh, taking him off guard. Glancing your way, his eyes widened as he drank you in. You were smiling again, a true smile. Relaxed and happy, your eyes crinkled as they held his. Seeing you this way again felt as if all his troubles had been lifted away. You were infectious, alluring, hypnotizing.

Intoxicating.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke in between small laughs, “It’s just… the Joseph Joestar from years ago would never own up to being selfish, nor would he so sincerely apologize without throwing in some kind of quip,”

Joseph’s heart began to race as he watched you recline, check resting on one hand, the other now bringing the wine glass to your lips, lips that were still so tauntingly smiling at him.

“It’s nice to hear, and you are forgiven. I apologize as well if I seemed a bit put off. It just took me off guard,” you took a sip, Joseph’s breath hitched, “I guess I should have just chocked it up to your old ways, but don’t think I won’t tell Suzie about it someday, you flirt.”

You winked at him playfully, but he was so lost in bliss, it didn’t even register.

“Jojo, are you OK,” you questioned your now suspiciously quiet friend as you took another swig of wine, this one nearly emptying the glass, “I didn’t offend you, did I? I was just joking around.”

You pouted at him. His face had once again gone hard, his intense eyes not once straying from your face.

You chuckle lightly; trying to conceal the nerves his looks gave you, “Jojo please, you are kind of freaking me out again…”

His lips curled into a smile, his eyes keeping their strict hold on you, “It’s alright (name), no offense taken. In fact, I feel very good right now… how about you?”

As if on cue, a sharp pain pulsed through your brain. You winced, your hand flying up to grab at your pounding head. A moan escaped your lips as your eyes snapped shut, everything in the world was suddenly too bright and too loud.

“(Name)?”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, the pain growing by the moment, “I just suddenly got hit with a horrible headache. Maybe I drank too much wine,” your voice trailed off as you noticed your vision beginning to blur.

Joseph laughed merrily, his seeming lack of care for your condition adding confusion to the already puzzling scenario.

“You barely had any! Such a lightweight,” He pushed himself away from the table, towering over you as his sharp eyes continuously bore down upon your form. Were you imagining that devious gleam they were holding?

“You need to be more careful, (name). People could take advantage of you this way.”

Your eyes widened, blood running cold. Something was off, terribly off. You weren’t just imagining things. The look he held in his eyes and the way he began to stalk slowly closer to you, like a predator approaching its prey, was all horribly wrong. Your breath hitched as he reached your side, his aura overwhelming you entirely in your sickly state. You felt his fingertips ghost the skin of your shoulder, traveling slowly up your neck to gently tuck a rouge stand of hair behind your ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. His touch was so delicate, but his eyes… His eyes had now completely glazed over, his breathing becoming heavier as he glared down at you in crazed admiration.

“(Name),” his breathy voice quivered, “Let me take care of you.”

The full extent of the danger you were in crashed down upon you. You pushed off the table, trying to put as much distance between him and yourself as you possibly could. You sprang to your feet, the sudden movement causing another rush of debilitating pain to pulse through your brain. Your vision had become so hazy that you could barely make out the man in front of you, and the tears that were pooling in your eyes weren’t helping any. You backed away slowly, your legs straining as you felt your body become impossibly heavy. At this point the only thing keeping you alert and upright was the threat that loomed before you.

“You need to leave Joseph,” You commanded, hoping your voice sounded much braver than you felt, “Right now.”

“Leave, with you barely able to stand on your feet? What kind of man would I be if I left you like this right now?” Though you had a hard time seeing his expression, you could definitely hear anticipation dripping from his voice, the implications causing you to shudder.

You grimaced, a cold sweat starting to coat your skin, “Get out of my house Joseph or I’ll-“

Before you could say another word, his lips crashed hard into your own, causing a short circuit in your brain. You let out a small gasp, granting him further access as he began feverishly conquering your mouth with his own. You tried to twist away, but that only caused him to pull you taut against him, locking you in place. His large hands snaked down your back, cupping and groping your curves as he traveled lower and lower.

His lips eventually released your own, instantly shifting focus to the exposed skin of your neck. As he sucked and nibbled, marking you in ways he had no right to, your resistance was growing less and less. In a short time, you couldn’t hold yourself up at all any longer, relying solely on Joseph’s constricting grip to keep you vertical. A whimper escaped your lips as he latched onto your neck particularly hard, his hands at the same time gripping your ass with a possessive squeeze.

“I can make you feel so good, (Name),” he whispered in your ear gruffly, lust dripping from his words, “You deserve the love I can give you.

“Joseph,” you choked, tears streaming steadily down your cheeks as the last of your consciousness was fading away, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because you belong with me baby, you always have.”

Those were the last words you heard as your body succumbed to the darkness.

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it’s me, back AGAIN. ⛺️📖😘 with Toby, Paterson, Ben, Kylo, Adam, Ronnie, and Paul. maybe even a sprinkling of Prof. Zach??

Omggggg I’m sorry it took me forever to get this to you. BUT YOU KNOW HOW SLOW I AM. asdjlfs; Anyways, I love this so, so much. Once again you’ve got me out here so soft for our guys.

For anyone else that’s interested, the first round of guys can be found here.

Ronnie Peterson

“You ready?” Ronnie’s standing, hands on his hips, admiring the ingenuity of the blanket fort that the two of you’d created together. Your head swivels to look over at him, and the two of you nod at one another in agreement. It’s time to check out ‘The House That Peterson Built’ as you’d so lovingly referred to it as. It’s a bum rush to get in, the two of you playfully shoving each other out of the way until you victoriously shuffle inside first, cozying on up in the mound of blankets and pillows you’ve put inside for maximum comfort.

The second that Ronnie’s inside and settled comfortably, you clamber onto his lap and rest your back up against his chest just as his arms wrap around your torso to keep you close. You reach for the pile of comics that he’d placed in here earlier, and swipe the one at the top, opening it up to reveal the first page. It’s Star Wars, of course, because why wouldn’t it be? Ronnie loves that franchise, and because you love Ronnie, you’ve grown quite fond of it yourself.

Not to mention you’ve pointed out numerous times how much he looks like that Kylo guy. Ronnie doesn’t see it, but you sure do, and you’re telling him as much right now, your head turned and tipped back to look up at him. He chuckles, the rumble in his chest reverberating against your back as he deposits a kiss to your forehead.

Paterson

“Pumpkin?” You’re so lost in the words of the book in your hand that you nearly miss the soft spoken endearment aimed at you from outside of your blanket fort. It isn’t until the makeshift entrance is parting to reveal Pat peeking in that you’re pulled from away from it. “What are you doing,” he asks, the beginnings of an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Reading,” you reply, holding up the book to show off the cover to him. It’s one you’ve read over and over again. Your favorite, of course.

Paterson moves forward on his hands and knees, joining you in the small fort, the space now barely big enough to contain the two of you, not that you mind of course. The second he sits down and makes himself comfortable on the carpeted floor, you lean into him, his arms wrapping around you to draw you closer while his lips graze along your cheek.

“Read with me?” Your head turns to look up at him hopefully, and he nods in return. How could he say anything other than yes? He’ll never tell you no. With a content smile, you rest your head against his shoulder, and he delivers another kiss, this time, to your forehead just as you open up your book. “Maybe a little later you can read to me some of your poems.”

Pat hums in response, his cheek resting against the crown of your head. Of course he will. You’re the only one he trusts enough to read such personal thoughts.

Paul Sevier

The glide of a key into the deadbolt is the first sound that alerts you to Paul’s presence. It’s another late night, and so you thought you’d stay up for him, maybe read a book in the living room. Somehow, that turned into you growing bored, restless even, and in the process, a blanket fort was born.

The front door opens and closes, lock sliding back into place before Paul removes his shoes and hangs his keys up just before turning to spot the fort in the living room. “I have so many questions,” he says with a laugh, “the first of which being you’re still up?”

Setting your book aside momentarily, you lean forward enough to poke your head out from the blankets and smile at him, watching as he steps closer, his hand lifting to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admit. “Thought I’d read a book and wait up for you.” When he steps closer still, you disappear back into the fort, and soon enough, he’s joining you, crawling his way into the space.

He’s still in his full work attire when you climb onto his lap, hands working at the top button of his shirt, undoing it to give him a little more breathing room. Paul leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead in thanks. “I’m not tired,” he says when he pulls away. “Why don’t you grab your book and we’ll read some more.”

Paul hasn’t the faintest clue what you’re reading, nor does he care. But he likes this, likes sharing these tender little moments with you. You do as he says, retrieving the book and shifting in his lap to get comfortable while he winds his arms around your middle. It isn’t long until the two of you are dozing off in the comfort of the blanket fort, the book and the stresses of the day long forgotten.

Modern!Ben Solo

Bare feet glide along the wooden floor, shuffling at a slow pace as a sleepy-eyed Ben traverses out of the bedroom and into the living room. It’s late, and you still haven’t come to bed yet . . . what could you possibly still be doing up?

Stepping into the dark living room, he finds the only source of light is that which is poking out from the makeshift blanket fort that spans from the couch to the coffee table. “What are you doing?” His voice is laden with the grogginess that he feels, but even still, he can’t help but chuckle to himself when he hears you laugh in response.

“Come in here,” you call out to him.

He’s all too happy to oblige, his large frame lowering down to the floor just outside of the fort before he parts the blankets to join you. You scoot over, giving him more room to fit, and the second that he’s inside, he’s pulling you towards him and clinging to you tight. The book in your hand closes, causing you to lose your place, but you don’t mind as he delivers kiss after kiss to your face, dotting his lips across your cheek, nose, and forehead just before his face disappears into the crook of your neck.

“Come to bed,” he says sleepily, the request verging on a whine.

You can’t help but smile when he gets like this, wanting nothing more than to hold you close, bury his face against you and breathe you in. “Well, I was reading,” you say in mock protest, adding a sigh for effect, “but seeing as I lost my place, let’s get you back to bed.”

Modern!Kylo Ren

Kylo blinks once, twice, three times for good measure, hands lifting to scrub away the grogginess from his eyes just to be extra thorough in ensuring that what he’s seeing is real and not some figment of his sleep-riddled mind. Silent footsteps carry him forward until he’s reaching the blanket fort that you’ve set up in the early morning hours while he remained in bed, lowering himself to the floor to open it up and climb on in.

No words are exchanged as you scoot over and give him the necessary room to join you, and only when he’s settled do you move back over to curl into his side, his arm slipping around your back to place a hand against your hip. With a soft hum, he leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, eyes drifting down to the book in your hands. “New,” he asks in reference to the book.

You nod, looking away from the pages to tip your head up to look at him with a smile. “Yeah. Picked it up from the library yesterday afternoon.” Tipping your head back just a little further, you pout your lips out to signal that you want a proper kiss.

Kylo leans down to deliver, his lips pressing to yours, lingering for a moment before he pulls away. He hums again, this time in acknowledgement of your words, and you’re used to this; used to him being the silent type, especially in the early morning. So you say nothing more, instead tucking yourself into his side and allowing him to hold you as your attention returns back to your book, your head resting against his shoulder and his cheek atop your head.

Toby Grisoni

“The fuck is this?” Toby’s voice booms throughout the hotel room, once he steps inside, the door close behind him with a soft click.

Almost immediately, you can feel your face heat with a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement. “What’s it look like,” you call out to him from inside the sanctity of the blanket fort you’d built while he’d been out on set all day. Staying in the hotel room for the duration of the day had left you utterly bored, save for the book in your hand, so you’d opted to utilize the sheets from the bed to string up the makeshift fort you find yourself in now.

Toby peeks in, eyes surveying your handiwork from the inside now before he swings his gaze to you. “Is this what you’ve been doing all fucking day while I’m out there slaving away?”

The corners of your lips pull up into a smirk as you lean forward, hands grasping his crisp white button-down. “Thought you wanted me here, ready and waiting for your return,” you tease, giving him a tug to which he follows, pushing his way less than gracefully into the fort. A portion of it collapses, but neither of you care as his lips find yours.

“I do,” he admits, lips brushing against yours when he speaks. “Do want you here. Want to always come back to you.”

You surge up against him, crushing your lips to yours, his hands reaching around to splay across your back and hold you to him. He leans back, the fort crumbling around you as the sheets pull away from the couch and coffee table. “Shit,” he calls out, causing you to laugh. He doesn’t want to, but he has to let you go in order to pull the sheets away from the two of you before you become even more entwined than you already are.

Though he’s grumbling and complaining the entire time, he’s also reveling in the laughter you’re expelling. He loves that sound, loves that it’s him that’s making you do it. And if it means that he’s bitching up a storm about these sheets then so be it. He’ll do whatever it takes to hear that sound.

Adam Sackler

There’s no reading nor gentle kisses in the blanket fort and that’s rule number one according to Sackler. “No clothes,” he says with a stern look, and you can’t help but snort out a laugh at that.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“No clothes,” he says simply, shoulders shrugging to emphasize his point. “That’s rule number two. We aren’t doing any of that cuddly, ‘let’s read a book together and just hold each other’ shit in here. I want your clothes off and I want you to sit on my cock.”

He’s already halfway there, because of course he is. The man never wears a shirt when he’s here with you; always one step closer to getting himself fucked when you’re around, and today’s certainly no exception.

By some miracle, the blanket fort manages to stay upright given the haste in which the two of you shed your clothes within it, limbs bumping against one another and curses flying in the hurry. He’s a babbling mess by the time you’re sinking down onto his cock, his hands gripping your hips tight to move them faster as you bounce against him. “Look at you,” he murmurs between labored breaths, “so desperate for my fucking cock, little slut. My perfect fuckin’ whore.”

It isn’t long until the two of you are coming undone against one another, your hips grinding down onto his as he buries his cock deep within you, cumming with a shout. Blanket forts may very well be impractical to have around all the time in the small space, but you’ll be more apt to build them more frequently if this is the kind of treatment you’ll be getting from Sackler.

Professor Zachary Adams

“Those stupid fuckin’ kids.”

Zach mutters to himself, reliving those painful moments of the Science Room segment over and over in his mind while you nestle against him, eyes roaming over the pages of the book in your hand. You’re seated sideways on his lap, cheek nuzzling the soft material of his sweater as you sigh.

“Exactly, they’re kids,” you retort, attention never wavering from the book, that is, until he replies.

“Stupid ones. Little heathens, the both of them. I don’t know why they have to go and make my life so fucking hard. It’s not even like they have to do anything other than stand there and answer simple questions. Doesn’t take a fucking genius.”

You earmark the page that you’re on and set the book aside before shifting to face him, straddling Zach’s lap in the process. His gaze meets yours, hands settling on your waist while your own frame his face. “Kids say stupid things. It’s just how they are. You keep stressing like that and all you’ll do is send your blood pressure up and up.”

He snorts at that, and you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose and then move up to his forehead before settling back down into his lap again. “Tomorrow will be better,” you say, and he nods. He nods because he knows that you’re right. Tomorrow will be better. Hell, today’s already better because you’re here, and you’d already made him laugh with this stupid fucking fort. But he likes that, likes that you make him laugh in times such as these. You always know what to say and do to make him feel better, and he loves that; loves you.

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theeasternempress · 4 years

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Baby’s First Thunderstorm

Part Three of the “Baby’s First” series

Summary - Besides his son’s brief fever, Din and his son’s time on Lah’mu had been uneventful. Once a thunderstorm rolled in, that all changed.

AO3

It had been three days since his son’s sudden fever had come and went in the blink of an eye, but Din was still worried for his health. The child had been acting like his normal self, but now Din couldn’t help but worry for the next time he would get sick. What if he was too blind to see his symptoms again? What if he was catching a bounty and wasn’t there to take care of him?

Hundreds of “what ifs?” flooded Din’s thoughts, but a giggle at his feet and a sudden weight upon his boot drew his attention away from them and down to the floor. The baby was sitting on his left foot, arms tightly wrapped around his ankle. Din smiled as he recognized the game the child wanted to play.

“You want to fly, little one?” Din asked the child at his feet. The baby giggled and gripped his ankle tighter. Din slowly lifted his leg into the air as if he were taking a gigantic step, causing the child’s giggles to increase in sound and frequency. Din set his foot down softly before repeating the overdramatic step on his right side.

Din continued walking around the ship with his son latched onto his boot, doing laps around the ship to the sound of his son’s giggles. When Din began lowering his foot back to the ground, the child would let out little “woo” and “wee” noises that Din hoped would be permanently etched into his memory.

After about 10 minutes, the child climbed off of his boot and lifted his arms to be picked up. Din obliged, lifting his son up until they were face-to-face. The baby lifted his hands to cover where Din’s eyes would be, holding them there as he cooed. The child was in a playful mood this afternoon and it looked like he wanted to play one of his favorite games: hide-and-seek.

“Alright, I’ll count to twenty and come searching for you,” Din said as he set his son back on the floor. The child giggled and began scurrying around the ship as Din covered his eyes and began to count. Din could always cheat with the tech built into his helmet that would allow him to spot the child in a matter of seconds, but the child enjoyed this game far too much.

“Ready or not, here I come,” Din spoke loudly, remembering those as the same words he would say when he played this game as a child. One of the child’s favorite hiding spots was under his blankets in his bassinet, so Din always checked there last in order to prolong the game.

Din made sure to stomp across the ship, knowing the child loved to hear when he was close. Din opened spare crates and bags that were scattered across the ship and found them all empty. He checked under the space between the benches and the floor, but still no baby. Din clicked the button to open the refresher and found the baby sitting in the sink. He started to giggle as soon as he saw his father, his ears perking up with happiness.

Din reached down to pick him up and said, “I’ve got you, little one. Want to play again?” The baby babbled in response, running off as soon as Din set him down so they could continue playing.

In the nearly two hours they had been playing this game, the child had hid in the refresher twice, under a bench seven times, in a crate four times, in Din’s pilot seat three times, and in his bassinet eleven times. No matter how many times they played this game, the child never grew tired of when his father would finally find his hiding spot.

In fact, they played for so long that Din completely missed the storm that was rolling in. He only noticed it once he found the child hiding in his pilot seat and saw how dark the sky had gotten. Even without the sky going dark with storm clouds, it was getting late enough that it was time to feed the child and put him down to bed.

“I think that’s enough playtime for now. How about we have dinner and get ready for bed?” Din asked softly, kneeling to the floor to be closer to the child’s level. The child seemed to think about it for a moment before cooing and reaching up to Din to be picked up. Din did so and made his way up to the cockpit where the child’s bassinet was. Looking outside, Din saw that it had begun to rain. Hopefully he could get the child fed and asleep before the rain got any worse.

Din placed the child in his bassinet and began tearing a ration bar into pieces for him to eat. On their next stop, Din wanted to buy better food because he was sure that both him and the child were getting sick of these things. Nonetheless, the child gratefully ate his dinner. Once the bar was gone, the child let out a burp far too loud for a baby his size. He giggled afterwards, but Din only shook his head.

“I’m going to have to teach you some manners someday, kid.” Din murmured as he patted the child’s back. He held onto him and rubbed his back for a few more minutes to get him relaxed and ready for bedtime. As always, it worked like a charm and Din had a sleeping baby in his arms in a matter of minutes. Din covered him in his blue blanket, smoothing it down to let the child sleep more comfortably.

Din settled into his pilot’s seat as he had been sleeping here ever since he had found the child. It was much easier on his conscience to be near the baby and know if there was a problem in the night. With one last look at his sleeping son, Din shut his eyes and drifted into a restful sleep.

A booming crack of thunder jolted Din from his sleep. Looking through the windows of the cockpit, the rain had formed heavy droplets and was pelting at his ship. The sound of the rain was so loud that Din was surprised it had taken the thunder to wake him.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed shortly by another burst of thunder. After that, a soft whimper came from Din’s side. He turned to the child’s bassinet only to see that the child’s ears were droopy and he had buried himself face-down in his bassinet. The poor little thing had been trying to hide from the thunder, likely an unfamiliar phenomenon for the child.

Din reached forward to rub his back, causing the baby to start and push himself up to face Din.

“It’s just me,” Din whispered, “Did the storm scare you?”

Upon seeing his father, the child reached his little arms up to be carried and comforted. Din lifted him up, seeing fearful tears in the child’s eyes. The child latched onto his father’s neck and Din could feel the child shaking with fright.

“It’s alright now, little one. Nothing will hurt you while I’m here,” Din voiced, rubbing his back softly in an effort to get him to stop shaking.

Another lightning bolt fell from the sky and the thunder came seconds later. The child began to cry, desperate for comfort from his father. Deciding that it would be too loud in the cockpit, Din stood to take the child to the lower levels. As he made his way down, Din bounced the child up and down against his chest and made soft “shh” noises.

Even as the child continued to whimper and shake, Din knew that they were both still going to have to get some sleep. The child had never been in his bedroom, but now was as good a time as ever. Din made his way to his room and briefly adjusted his hold on his son to open the door. The room wasn’t much, just a bed and dresser, but it was all he needed. He sat on the bed to continue comforting his son, cradling him close.

The child’s shaking and whimpering had died down, but Din could tell he was still scared. Not very much a man of words, Din continued the comforting actions of rubbing the child’s little back and rocking him. Din knew that he would lay his life down without hesitation to protect his son, but how was he supposed to express that to a baby? Din could tell that the child recognized him and was happy to see him, but did he know him as his father or just the person who fed him?

Looking down at the child, who was now slowly drifting to sleep, Din decided that it didn’t matter what his son thought of him. Din would love him, protect him, and keep him safe and happy for as long as he could. No matter if it was a thunderstorm or a league of ruthless bounty hunters, Din would make every effort to protect his son.

With a now-sleeping child in his arms, Din leaned back into the pillows and prepared himself to go back to sleep. He set the child next to him but kept a hand on his chest to feel his breathing. Din remained awake until the echoes of the storm were gone and then fell asleep, knowing he had done his job in comforting and protecting his child.

#The Mandalorian #Baby Yoda #Din Djarin #Baby's First series #my writing #Fluff #Din loves his baby boy #baby yoda loves his dad

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deanandsam-winchester · 4 years

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Discipline (dean smut)

A dean x reader smut with a twist, happy valentines day ladies ;)

You sat in the passenger seat staring up at the traffic light as it changed from a bright red to a light green Illuminating the road ahead as the car drove forward, neither you nor the driver spoke you both just sat there in silence after what you had done that night only on accident but still severly irresponsible on your part. Dean sat in the drivers seat eyes dead straight ahead never wandering your way once but he still could see you out of the corner of his eye and you knew it, that angered glare, the tenseness of his body, and his tight grip on the steering wheel told you he was furious at you for what you had done even though he ordered you to stay put and wait for their return however you didn't listen. Dean always got a little up tight when you didnt listen to him because he cared for you a lot more than he would say for personal reasons and wanted you to be safe and protected, you on the other hand were to worried and involved in the cases they worked which often made him put you on lock down forcing you to stay put and do research at the bunker where its safe. You hated how he treated you like a porcelain doll after all you were as good a hunter as he was and have saved his life plenty of times but he still felt the need to treat you like a child, although that angry glare he would get when you ignored his warnings scared you but you knew dean would never hurt you; would he?

You wondered looking at his face knowing he could see you staring since his jaw clenched and the grip he had on the steering wheel tighted causing his knuckles to turn white, as your eyes wandered down his body lingering on his black tie and button up shirt before moving to his hand that rested on his leg which told you he was stiff and made you feel like you should do something but what?

You decide to wait until you were at the bunker and out the car to say something to him in hopes that it would ease some of the intense atmosphere "dean im sorry for-" you spoke up as he had his back to you but he whipped around to face you "stop! Okay, just stop!", you could tell by the way he raised his voice that he was done hearing your apologies following your disobedience over and over again after he repeatedly tried to do nothing but keep you safe "what the hell were you think going into a place like that with no back up! I told you to stay put but do you listen? Fuck no!" he was fuming mad now. Your apology only seemed to make it worse even though you really meant it he didnt feel your sincerity as he took off the suit jacket he was wearing and threw it onto the couch you pouted since you adored when he wore suits because you would always compliment him and say a shitty pick up line and he would reply with a hilarious retort, but he was not in a happy mood and wasnt up for playful banter with you now after you had gone into a skin walkers den alone nearly getting yourself killed and then getting arrested for trespassing on private property after he deliberately told you to stay in the bunker and let him and sam handle the situation.

"You know," he started as he rolled up his sleeves "I'm starting to think you just dont like me, is that it? Or is just that you have a problem with authority and need to be taught a lesson" he narrowed his vibrant green eyes that seemed to show a glint of mischief before returning to their once dead look, you stood frozen blinking confused and seemingly in a daze after his words "dean i dont-" he stopped "dont act like you have no idea what im talking about, you're not that innocent" your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped; what the hell was he talking about You wondered to yourself. Then boom there on his smug smirking face again was that look you so despised but damn did it make your knees weak "i saw the way you were looking at me in the car" he sighed as if he was bored of this conversation you both were having "if you want my attention," he started walking towards you making you take a few steps back pressing yourself against the wall behind you, he stopped only inches away from you seeming to tower over you with domineering swagger all while keeping calm and seeming ominous he leaned in whispering as his face was only inches from yours "all you had to do was ask" as he spoke your heartbeat quickened but what really caught your attention was how he seemed to have you trapped. His hands were on either side of your hips ready to grab, squeeze, or massage your curves which just the thought of his hands roaming your curves made you shudder with anticipation and need that even he could clearly see "is that all it takes to get you started?" He asked his voice now in a low husky grumble that sent shivers down your spine, this was the closest you and dean had ever been to each other but you wanted closer so you closed your eyes gathered all your confidence before grabbing his tie closing the gap crashing your lips onto his causing him to let out a purr like sound that you had never heard from him but oh did it make you melt as he held you on his body. Before you realized it you were in his arms as he carried you to his room your lips never parting from his your passions rising with the growing lust inside you but when dean laid you on the bed pulling away to shut and lock his door you could see from the look in his eye that he was planning something devious, you sat up slightly just to watch him "Dean i-" you spoke up but he hushed you putting a finger to his lips "wouldnt want the others to hear us?" He smirked taking off his tie and grabbing your wrists "i wasnt kidding about teaching you a lesson you know" he said tying your wrist to his headboard giving you a look that gave you chills and made you question whether this was actually dean or someone else. "But dean i-" he covered your mouth with his hand "i know your sorry but im tired of your apologies" the look his eyes told you that whoever this was before you wasnt dean but you didnt realize it until his eyes went black and that's when you tried to scream but he swiftly took off your lace underwear shoving it into your mouth to shut you up, he smiled at you "come on babe, we both know this is what you want" he kissed your head before getting up and taking off his thick black leather belt and folding it in half holding it in each of his hands making a loud thwap noise with it "you know what you need?" He questioned before flipping you over onto your stomach "discipline" he growled out before giving your ass a hard smack with his leather belt making you let out a muffled scream. The evil demon gave a dark chuckle as he watched you writhe from the pain loving every second of your misery "see good girls get rewarded," with that he gave your ass another hard smack from the belt and you whimpered whining over the stinging feeling it left On your rear, dean smiled "and bad girls get.....me" his words were accompanied by another hard smack which you replied to with a worried and pleading whine "hmmm what a lovely red" he said rubbing the red marks on your rear practically purring with delight. Licking his lips he leaned over planting a sweet kiss on your soft flesh before harshly biting your thigh holding you in place as you wiggled to get free of his grip releasing muffling cries and pleading moans as he licked and sucked all over your thighs and bare ass "i hear you but i need to teach you a lesson", as his hands gripped your hips you could feel his lips softly on your inner thighs getting closer and closer to where you needed him most but still he avoided and ignored it wanting for you to learn your lesson "i can tell your just aching for me" another dark chuckle escaped his lips sending pleasuring vibrations through your core as he finally pressed his lips to your dripping sex. You shivered letting out a moan as he spread your legs wider licking your sweet center grabbing your ass with his hands before giving it slap earning a wince of pain from you "have we finally learned our lesson" you nodded vigorously needing him so bad by now you felt dizzy "now question is do you deserve a reward", your stifled pleads and begs were all the answer dean needed "i know you dont," he said leaning over you pressing his body to yours making you feel every inch of his beast against your soaking need as he gently brushed his lips against your neck which he knew would be torture for you "but im going to give it to you anyway" you could feel the smirk on his lips as he spoke but soon your body was overwhelmed by a unending ocean of stimulation as he pressed into you. The feeling of his cock slowly inch by inch stretching your pulsing insides were all you needed to completely surrender to him "hmm tighter than i thought" he breathed into your ear making you moan and shudder in response as he smiled and laughed at your lustful need for him, taking your underwear out your mouth throwing them somewhere in the room he thrusted into you hard and deep apparently wanting to hear your moans and screams which you happily obliged to burying your face in the pillow you screamed and moaned for him as he took you slow and deep. Each hard rock of his hips into yours causing a symphony of pleasured sounds to escape your lips much to the demons amusement "its so much more fun when you behave" he said landing another smack onto the sensitive flesh of your red ass "Dean please!" you begged and he stopped, his body no longer moving and his tip just at your entrance as he leaned into you whispering in your ear his hot breath against your skin making you whimper "please what?" He said in a dark demanding tone "please fuck me" you begged him whining as he only gave a sinister laugh in return. Dean softly kissed your ear before whispering "as you wish" the demon then slammed into you going balls deep only to pull back out and do it again over and over until he found a steady rough rhythm which you tried to follow to meet his thrusts but his hands held you in place as his body pushed yours closer and closer to the edge, once he found your spot you were done for "oh there it is" he smirked teasing you as he abused your spot ramming into it with deadly precision causing your body to shake and tense up as your walls gripped his cock signaling to him that you were close to your much needed release. Knowing this he pulled out of you laughing turning you on your back as you protested and complained "mhmm you were so close but this is your punishment remember" his black eyes staring at you as he leaned closer his body seeming to hover over you as he spread your legs wide pressing the hard head of his memeber to your entrance, you shudder frowning as he teased you "relax we'll get there" he said once again slamming into you causing you to scream and curse as he returned to his wild and rough rhythm from before which in no time had you falling to pieces beneath him and the demon loved every second of it "you know you look beautiful like this" he complimented watching your face intently. It wasnt long before your orgasm hit like a strong wave leaving your body shaking as you gripped the sheets screaming deans name loudly as he chuckled leaning in kissing your neck and chest letting you come down from your high slowing down his movements "now that wasnt so bad was it" he said before kissing your lips with a surprising tenderness as his eyes changed back to their normal captivating green, you panted faintly speaking "dean im.....really sorry" you said still wanting to apologize and he chuckled smiling at you with a look that could make any woman melt "i know you are baby, but" he stopped grabbing your throat gripping it tight "this is only the beginning" you gasped squirming beneath him feeling his tip against your untouched back hole and with that you knew he would definitely make you feel sorry.

#Discipline #dean Winchester #dean x reader #dean smut #dean in a suit #demon dean #supernatural #spn #happy Valentine's day

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pastichejournal · 5 years

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Burnout Syndrome: Mark Fisher From the Future

In the wake of Burnout Syndrome (work caused stress/alienation) becoming mainstream, it’s worth reflecting on Mark Fisher's writings connecting mental health to the post-Fordist workplace.

For history to become what it always was, symbolism must be established in the future. The effects of neoliberalism and the post-Fordist workplace have only recently started to gain a kind of general consensus. Although symbolism can be initiated prior to an event (fiction, cyberpunk, etc.), for thinkers and media to reflect in the face of an overabundance of events is to start the first step of glancing back at the ‘vanishing’¹ moment whose symbolism will only emerge concretely in the future as what ‘will have been’². While it’s unclear where the late Mark Fisher is on this spectrum of concrete reflection on the symbolism and historicity of our time (he quotes many who have speculated before him), his thoughts on the neoliberal induced mental health crisis is a good spot to jump into as The World Health Organization’s updated definition of Burnout Syndrome (linking cynicism and distance from work to the workplace) in the International Classification of Diseases — ICD-11 — is making its way around the major news outlets. Although this is only a small step towards connecting mental health to the post-Fordist workplace, to understand the case being made by Fisher and how it relates to the real (burnout syndrome becoming mainstream as being connected to the workplace), it’d be beneficial to first walk through the differences between Fordism and post-Fordism.

For Fisher, a good example highlighting the differences between fordism and post-fordism is the differences between the gangster movies of Francis Ford Coppola and Martin Scorsese (between 1971-1990) compared to more contemporary gangster movies (Fisher uses Heat as an example). The ideology evolves from the ‘families with links to the Old Country’ to the ‘rootless crews’ prepared to abandon everything at a moments notice. The ‘old fashioned’ ideology prioritizes certain characteristics like family relations, respect, and religion, while the ‘newer’ ones cut through all of this to survive most efficiently. Fisher highlights the new ideology by quoting Neil McCauley in Michael Mann’s 1995 film Heat: “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.” The ‘traditional’ gangster’s way of life is challenged in the new field where “Family ties are unsustainable in these conditions…” Fisher goes on:

Like any group of share-holders, McCauley's crew is held together by the prospect of future revenue; any other bonds are optional extras, almost certainly dangerous. Their arrangement is temporary, pragmatic and lateral - they know that they are interchangeable machine parts, that there are no guarantees, that nothing lasts. Compared to this, the goodfellas seem like sedentary sentimentalists, rooted in dying communities, doomed territories.

This ‘no long term’ is echoed in the post-fordist career models in which jobs are increasingly more and more temporary. The long term hierarchical fordist model “obligation, trustworthiness, commitment - are precisely those which are held to be obsolete in the new capitalism…” Jobs no longer promise a hierarchical ladder to climb over decades, but a day to day struggle to maintain income. If the gangs held on to permanence, they’d be quickly confronted with the wave of individuals whose only permanence is the lack thereof. The connection to family is then challenged: “The situation of the family in post-Fordist capitalism is contradictory, in precisely the way that traditional Marxism expected: capitalism requires the family (as an essential means of reproducing and caring for labor power; as a salve for the psychic wounds inflicted by anarchic social-economic conditions), even as it undermines it (denying parents time with children, putting intolerable stress on couples on couples as they become the exclusive source of affective consolation for each other).” Those who have surrendered their ideology and lifestyle to reflect the conditions in which they hope to interact with and succeed in are then at a great advantage.

This post-Fordist ideology is also projected into the visuals of everyday life. Fisher observes the places in which the Scorsese and Coppola scenes are set compared to Heat. The organic and flamboyant social spaces (“All the local color, the cuisine aromas, the cultural idiolects…”), as opposed to the non-places in post-fordist movies; “... polished chrome and interchangeable designer kitchens, of featureless freeways and late-night diners… a world without landmarks, a branded Sprawl, where the marketable territory has been replaced by endlessly repeating vistas of replicating franchises.” It’s natural that the movie Heat starts at a train station and ends at an airport. Both the family and physical landscape have shifted significantly in the transition from the fordist to post-fordist workplace. “The ghosts of Old Europe that stalked Scorsese and Coppola’s streets have been exorcised, buried with the ancient beefs, bad blood and burning vendettas somewhere beneath the multinational coffee shops.”

The act of comparing gang depictions in film highlights the process and responses to critiquing capitalism, as many argue that we prefer the post-fordist workplace to the fordist workplace. In using the gang as a reference point, we see that there is no angle to create a wholly preferential state. Regardless of the ideology of gangs in social relations, the medium is inherently flawed. Even if we can sympathize with the individuals, ‘ethical’ gangs would hardly be seen as any kind of objective solution to alternative social relations. Although Fisher is highlighting the differences and in some cases the benefits of fordism in Capitalist Realism, his book is nonetheless arguing that ‘the medium is the message’³. Movies (Fisher mentions Wall-E) can be no more explicitly critical of what capitalism holds in store for us, yet we act as though everything will work out (what Slavoj Zizek calls cynical fetishism). The liberals will fight for ethical capitalism, the conservatives will fight for neoliberal capitalism, but the medium will nonetheless remain. Thus capitalism, the call to reform and change capitalism, and cultural attempts to ‘expose’ capitalism, are all mediums that are now ingrained within the ideology of capitalism and support this phenomena of capitalist realism (“there’s no alternative”).

To examine these different aspects of how capitalism and neoliberalism have ingrained themselves so foundationally in our culture and social relations is to offer a brief introduction into how our mental health is in jeopardy. The machine like act of working 9-5 in a factory of machines is now subtly submerged in daily life, labeled as ‘flexibility’.

Work and life become inseparable. Capital follows you when you dream. Time ceases to be linear, becomes chaotic, broken down into punctiform divisions. As production and distribution are restructured, so are nervous systems. To function effectively as a component of just-in-time production you must develop a capacity to respond to unforeseen events, you must learn to live in conditions of total instability, or 'precarity', as the ugly neologism has it. Periods of work alternate with periods of unemployment. Typically, you find yourself employed in a series of short-term jobs, unable to plan for the future.

Although there was a desire to escape the lifelong factory job, the results of post-Fordism birthed a new wave of issues. Fisher brings up the connection between the ‘boom and bust cycles’ of Capitalism and bi-polar disorder arguing that “Capitalism both feeds on and reproduces the moods of populations. Without delirium and confidence, capital could not function.”

This link between context and mental health is essential. To contain mental health to exclusively biological ends, excluding any possibility of politicized causation, would largely benefit a system that is potentially causing these issues. Especially when the system would profit off of selling medication to cope as Fisher points out. This also supports the individualized culture, “it reinforces Capital's drive towards atomistic individualization (you are sick because of your brain chemistry).” It’s interesting seeing the connection between a sort of Sartrean individualized free will and neoliberal Capitalists. As Existentialism starts from an atheistic foundation to create the bridge to free will, Neoliberalism starts from a market morality foundation that labels an individual’s conditions as a product of their own lack of ‘working hard’.

By attaching the systems at play behind a mental illness, Fisher is following the same steps as Marx did with commodity fetishism. As Marx attached the labor and laborers involved in producing and distributing a commodity, Fisher attaches post-Fordist working conditions to mental illness. Fisher is recognizing that mental health may be a symptom of these systems (or an element of a system, as Zizek would say).

If one were to make of this an oversimplified debate between two opposing sides, it would appear that we are in a battle between individualized free will and determinism. However, as Fisher brings to light the data that appears to link the increase of psychiatric and affective disorders in countries that display what Oliver James calls 'selfish' capitalism and as this Burnout Syndrome becomes more mainstream, it appears that this link is now becoming too strong to dismiss and not a simplified matter at all. If the present seems too complex to make sense of, perhaps peace can be found in the idea that symbolism will be attached in the future. It’s only now that we can look back at the past 40 years of research on Burnout Syndrome⁴ and use the very recent mainstream implementation as a support of the real to the writings of someone like Mark Fisher.

1-2. Jacques Lacan, The Seminar of Jacques Lacan, Book 1: Freud’s Papers on Technique, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1988, p. 159

3. Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man, McGraw-Hill, 1964

4. Linda V. Heinemann1 and Torsten Heinemann, Burnout Research: Emergence and Scientific Investigation of a Contested Diagnosis, Sage Open journals.sagepub.com/home/sgo, 2017

Note: All Fisher quotes are from Capitalist Realism

#mark fisher #capitalism #capitalist realism #philosophy #pastiche #pastiche journal

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bluesbarnes · 5 years

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Sweet Homecomings (Bucky x Reader)

Pairing: Gender Neutral! COLLEGE STUDENT! Reader x Bucky Barnes.

Genre: FLUFF with a lil Angst.

Warnings: PTSD, also the reader getting (playfully) chased.

Summary: Reader has too much homework and Bucky is not having any of it.

Word Count: 1,185

Author’s Notes: hahahaha soooo it’s been a while. I’m procrastinating my research paper and I love Bucky more than life itself so I wanted to write this thing. I hope you enjoy it :)

After clicking the “submit” button, you let out a breath of relief. Your nightmare research paper was finally turned in and out of your hands. The people from your group were also relieved, and after saying a quick goodbye over skype, you ended the call. The laptop let out the most satisfying click as it closed, taking all the stress of the assignment with it.

As much as you wanted to damn it all and go to sleep, the sun was too high in the sky and there was work to be done.

After an internal debate, you responsibly got some papers out of your backpack while irresponsibly hopping into bed, and began to work. You knew that homework should not be done in bed, but you were willing to give it a rest.

The sun settled over the city skyline, touching the Avenger's tower and casting an intense pink color on your sheets. Engrossed in your work, you didn’t even notice the change in scenery until a very sweaty super soldier walked through the door. Bucky was clad in a black t-shirt, red, nylon gym shorts, and sneakers. His hair clutched the sides of his face in odd directions as hair spilled out from his ponytail onto his temples and neck. He smiled at you. He stank.

“Well, aren’t you the apple of my eye?” you teased. He giggled, setting down his gym bag onto the floor inside your closet. He threw his shirt across the room into the hamper and took his hair out of the ponytail. When he walked towards the bed to give you a kiss and say hello, you laughed and pushed him away.

“Uh-uh.”

“Why?” he smiled, knowing why.

“I’m not kissing you until you’re clean. You stink.”

“Oh yeah?” he teased, his eyes going wide and wild. Although, his smile betrayed him, along with his booming laughter as he chased you from the bed and out of your shared bedroom door. The two of you ran around like children, ducking behind couches and counters and tables. He chased you up and down the stairs and around the counter until he finally trapped you in the kitchen, grabbing you and setting you by the kitchen sink. You struggled and failed to get out of his grip.

“Jaaaaames! Let me go!” You laughed.

He hugged his arms around your torso and buried his sweaty head into the crook of your neck.

“NOOOO! Get off me, stinky man!!”

He obliged, but not before placing a kiss onto your cheek near the corner of your lip. “I love you, doll,” he chuckled. “I want to spend time with you.”

He had just gotten back from a mission the day prior; a pretty nasty one, at that. Followers of Proxima Midnight and Thanos’s mission created more Outriders and got a hold of several city blocks in Chicago. Steve, Bucky, and Sam went to take care of it, but it was out of control by the time they got there: the infestation taking up almost half of the city. Several more Avengers had to fly in for backup. Bucky had to fortify the whole Central and North Side areas by himself until the backup came. What was supposed to be a three-day fight turned into an all-out battle, lasting three weeks. Even though it had been several years since the dusting, you could tell the toll it had taken on Bucky when he came home the previous night.

You were sitting on your couch with a blanket, trying to distract yourself with a Christmas movie. Distracting yourself from the fact that you can’t call him; the fact that he didn’t come home for Thanksgiving; the fact that he may never come back for Thanksgiving again.

This thought ran through your head at the exact same moment that Bucky came through the door: cut up, bruised, exhausted, and puffy eyed. You held him that night. Fixed his wounds. Listened and relived the moments inside the soul stone and on the Chicago streets.

Working out distracts him. It also makes him feel safer to think that he can punch one more time, get up another time more if he builds up his endurance. It’s his coping mechanism.

You didn’t want to think about how hard he had worked out as you wiped the sweat from his brow and returned his kiss. “And you’ll get to spend time with me... as soon as you shower.”

“Say you love me first.”

“You know I love you,” you assured him. “By the time you get out of the shower, I’ll be done with my work and we can hang out.”

He entered the bathroom just as you hopped back into bed, the intense pink color of the sunset long gone. The sun was almost below the skyline as you sat down and got back to work. By the time Bucky was done, you still had a few papers to finish.

“What’s this?” He questioned, leaning on the doorframe, crossing his arms.

You were sat cross-legged under your covers with your textbook open, along with several papers scattered across the duvet. “Um... home... work?”

“You said you’d be done,” he pouted.

“Just a few more minutes and I’ll be done, I promise.”

“Okay, fine. But that better be three minutes on the dot; not ‘a thirty minute’ few minutes,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

Ten minutes later, Bucky was done waiting.

When he entered the room again, he wore a pair of fleece pants and a fitted t-shirt. “You said a few minutes,” he said with the most intense pout known to mankind. Crushing all of your papers, he hopped into bed with you.

“Buck!”

He successfully crumpled every single paper on your bed, cuddling up to you. He rested his head on your thigh and held both of your hands. “You’re so warm,” he sighed into your hands as he kissed them.

“Can I just finish three more questions?”

“No.” He got up and put all of your destroyed papers and textbooks on your desk and pulled you by the arms out of bed. Your verbal protests betrayed your actions, letting him pull you all the way to the living room.

He dropped your arms. You held his face in your hands and kissed him. “I love you. I’m sorry I was so engrossed in my work.” He snuggled his face into your right hand. His beard tickled your palm.

Again, you kissed him. Again. Harder. The pair of you stood there for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

“I don’t know if I say it too much or not enough, but I love you, Bucky.” You took your hand off of his face and held his metal hand in yours, enjoying the cold surface on your warm hand. With his hand in yours, you led him to the couch. As soon as you had a blanket on top of you, Bucky melted into you. The TV began to play the Christmas movie from the previous night, and you were glad he was by your side.

I haven’t written in so long so I’m sorry if this sucked lmao

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tokyohseok · 6 years

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mafia¡yongguk | four

ANXIETY

one // prev

“just because she doesn't remember you, doesn't mean she’s a stranger.”

What kind of person bandages someone up and then tells them to shower, you muttered to yourself as you run the bath, keeping your forearms away from the water. You worried about getting washed even despite the dressings on your wrists: you didn’t know these people, but you had an idea of what they could be capable of. With that in mind, was it really safe for you to undress in this situation? You stared at the lock on the door, wondering if it would really keep out unwanted visitors – perhaps one of them have a key. This was just one example of your rational overthinking; another would be, how are you going to sleep at night? While there may be a lock on your bathroom door, there is no inside lock on ‘your’ bedroom door. These kind of thoughts only made your blood boil. Frustration overcoming you, you threw a bottle of shampoo at the door. Though you saw it coming, you flinched at the BANG it made as it came into force with the wood. You let out a breath of defeat.

“I can’t even be angry without getting scared,” you muttered to yourself. Maybe it’s best not to feel anything, you thought.

You were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice the water level rising until you heard the water splash on the floor. Hastily, you jumped to turn the water off. For a moment, you stared at it, wondering how the hell you were supposed to empty the water when you couldn’t even put your arm in it. After giving it so much thought, you decided you didn’t even care anymore and just got in the overflowing tub, consequently making the water spill out even more. For whatever reason, you laughed at the mess on the floor: thats when you knew you had really gone crazy. Trying to clear your mind a bit, you took a breath and sunk your head into the water, letting more water escape over the sides.

“Hey!” A booming voice yelled, knocking on the door. “Why is water coming out through the door?” He waited for a response to no avail. “Are you listening to me?” Again, no answer. Thinking the worst, the owner of the voice rushed out of the room just as you lifted your head.

You sighed once, using the sides of the bath to push up and get out. As you stood completely bare in the middle of the room, you quite prominently heard someone banging on the door with all their might. The sound frightened you so much that your head went completely blank. Shakily, you reached for the towel hanging up and wrapped it around you as best as you could with your hands trembling as much as they were. Briefly, the sound stopped...but was soon replaced by the sound of rattling keys.

“Hurry up and open it!” A low voice on the other side growled.

While you were scrambling to find something you could use to protect yourself, you slipped on the puddle of water beneath your feet. Instinctively, your hands rushed to protect your head from hitting the floor; in doing this, your head hit your arm instead, sending a sharp pain from your wrist to your upper forearm. You curled up in pain, holding in your whelps of agony and desperation. Suddenly you froze when you realised that the taunting rattling sound had come to a halt. As if ridiculing you, the door creaked open needlessly slow. Before, it seemed as if everything was happening in slow motion, but now the splashing sounds of footsteps were moving rapidly towards you. Automatically, you let out a shrill scream as you felt someones hands touch your bare shoulder. Aimlessly, you screamed and cried, both in pain and in fear.

“Hey!” Yongguk yelled over your cries to get you to calm down but your adrenaline wouldn’t let you.

“Come out the way,” Himchan lightly pushed him aside. Himchan grabbed your shoulders, pulling you up so that you could see him, but you had your eyes shut tight. “Look at me, why are you scared? You’re fine, you’re okay, we’re not going to do anything!” He insisted in a calming tone. “Pass me that towel,” he ordered Yongguk, to which he obliged. To prove his point that he wasn’t going to do anything to you, Himchan wrapped the towel securely around your shoulders, covering any bare skin. “Everyone get out,” he barked. Yongguk snarled at being ordered around, but decided he couldn’t stand your penetrating shriek any longer.

As he commanded, the bystanders emptied the room. Himchan backed away from you slightly, giving you your own space. The gesture undoubtedly calmed you down, but you were still confused and disoriented. Noticing that, Himchan began to explain himself.

“Water was leaking out the door and, when Zelo knocked, you didn’t answer. He thought you passed out or something.”

“Why would you care if I did,” you grumbled, your voice hoarse from straining your vocal chords. This was the first time Himchan was actually hearing you talk, he somewhat seemed taken back by the concept.

“Get dressed, I’ll come back in 15 minutes and sort your wrists out,” he looked at you pitifully for a short moment before leaving you to sort yourself out.

Pulling your knees into your chest and burying your face in your knees, you cried: you just felt so stupid and embarrassed that it was hardly bearable...so you broke down.

As he closed the door, Himchan hesitated before letting go of the doorknob, hearing your heartbreaking cries. Just before he was about to finally walk away, he noticed Yongguk leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. Using his shoulder to push himself off, Yongguk approached Himchan with his arms folded sternly across his chest.

“Anyone would think you feel for her,” Yongguk stated almost questioningly.

“Are you hearing her?” Himchan nearly snapped. “She’s been here only a few hours and she’s like that. You want her to give you details about her dad? You’ll be lucky if she lasts the night without going into shock”

“Are you lecturing me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Snap out of your superiority complex for a minute, will you Guk,” Himchan sighed. “You saw her a minute ago, she’s not as strong as the people you normally bring in. This isn't her life, it never has been... Treating her, a young and fragile girl, the same way you treat criminals and gang members isn't going to work.”

Somewhere during Himchan’s speech, a scowl made its way onto Yongguk’s face. As if growling, he responded, “if you think you can get information out of her then be my guest, she's a waste of my time anyway.”

Yongguk turned to walk away but paused when Himchan finally lost his temper.

“Stop!” He yelled. “Stop acting as if she’s a burden to you, as if you didn’t force her here against her will. Just because she doesn't remember you, doesn’t mean she’s a stranger.” With that being said, Himchan pushed passed Yongguk and left the room.

Yongguk didn’t move from his spot in the middle of the room. As Himchan’s voice was no longer covering the sound of your sobs, he couldn’t even force himself to move. He turned his head slightly to look behind his shoulder at the door that separated you and him. Despite the voices in his head telling him to go to you and tell you that you’ll be okay, he straightened himself out and briskly left the room.

// next //

#bap scenarios #bap #bang yongguk #yongguk scenario #yongguk #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop reactions #bap reactions

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lelica011 · 6 years

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A response to @the-romantic-dominant post "Stop. Don't. Came. Back " and i call it that, but it has no title, its a gif :)

I'll unfollow you say? Challenge accepted! I take your unfollow-and raise you a reblog ( i tried to find it again to post it, but you've buried it under a shit ton of your posts wich make me too horny to scroll though, please message it to me to reblog, if you will)

I take this fine piece of a sane perspective of things, and raise you a post of mine on a sub frenzy that happened just recently, and this following post. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! 🤓

I belive i suffred a frenzy because these sexy-fun-and-define-everything younglings forgot about love. The Big "L" kind. And not just love - but as you say, life! People just looove to claim the fun and the pleasurable of EVERY situation, and self-indulgently REFUSE to work on anything that's even remotely uncomfortable.

For example:

-the oppression and genocide over the black people - and now we have young white people, who probably descend from members of the KKK, not only are excepting black people as equals, witch was the bloody point of the Black Power efforts, and enjoying their culture- but trying to BE them, and calling themselves *gangsta* and that word their forefathers used to keep "The Blacks" in check, because it's cool! Idiocy! Strait up idiocy! I can't even comprehend how this blatant identity theft ( Rachel Dolezal, anyone? ) feels to some eldery woman who lived the alleged freedom of the 50s ( The Help, anyone?)

Luckily I'm from a country in Europe that was once a part of the god-forbid-communist Yugoslavia, where African students were welcome to educate themselves in great and cheap universities, so that is not that much of a problem here, but we all know We had other serious problems. Right?

Wrong.

The young, the impressionable, the uneducated, the stupid, and the downright malicious do not give a FLYING FUCK about the depth of ANY situation! They maybe vaguely remember The Balkan wars and Bosnia rings a faint bell, but lets change the uncomfortable topic quickly and brush it off. It's too political for their taste used to mild sweet tastes. Oh, or they're *triggered * about hearing what *I* went through. Wait, WHAT?!?!! And the current First Lady of the US *is from* a former Yugoslav county! BOOM!

I'll list some without getting in depth-

you Sir,

(how DARE i call you this as a sign of recpect within the community when you are not MY Sir, its offensive and forbidden, the rulebook says so) get the jist:

-homosexuals of the before 60's era, and todays Will and Grase, Sex and the City OBLIGATION to have a homosexual friend to call your Gay Husband-(often against their will, btw) if you don't, "OMG you're so, LIKE, laaame"

-homosexuals of the 80's and 90's era who were IGNORED as human beings when infected with HIV witch results in AIDS if untreated, and dropped like flyes dying in horrible pain (The Normal Heart, anyone?)- and the todays nonchalance of youth with sexual health like nothing they do can SERIOUSLY hurt them and others, with convinient prep pills that, THANKFULLY, make AIDS a distant memory... for them. The rest of the World would strongly disagree.

- transgender people who are even today in the stage of the highest suicide rates because of the stigma- and the frenzy over the Ru Pauls Drage Race. And may i add thet Momma Ru whirled a storm in the 80's and only now succeeds in his efforts to destigmatise Drag culture... but why am i whining, suffering is over now drag is, like, omg, fabuloussss! Oh, and they do not even comprehend that being transgender and doing Drag are two very different things!

A have a goddamn HUGE list of examples like this!

But lets get back to this Comunity of ours. You see, i don't necessarily hate the Twilight Saga and what it did for BDSM. 50 shades is a spin off. Did you know that? The author wrote twilight sex fan fiction on some sites to which teenagers and housewives masturbated for YEARS untill finally she bottled that vanilla wet dream fantasy shit and sold it. They gobbled it up, as we had seen, but i belive they actually did a great service to us. Self-ritious bastards everywhere had to fight against a horde of teenagers in a desparate love fantasies , and horny housewives who wanted more, AND kinkier sex. And what man won those battles? NO MAN EVER!

So you see, they sorta softened the hardness of people's views on alternative sex. The storm of 50 shades is calming.

My idea is now, to strike whilst the iron is hot. I've realised there's a niche in this regard that i can fill. I have the concept in mind, and am working on presenting it to you. All of you, who would find this interesting, and hear some truth in this post. I cannot possibly do it without my kinky pips who live this lifestile longer than I've been alive. (32, btw)

I'll get back to you on that, and in the meantime, how do you, Mr @the-romantic-dominant rate my balls based on this post? Will vanilla wannabes bludgen me to death with their rule books?

Or will they ponder if that would actually thrill me, if i have masochist tendensies. Maybe i post this with EXACTLY that idea in mind. 😈 they'll never know... 😈

But they may direct their twisted attention my way, at least for a while. You're welcome.

#personal #fight #truth

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veloxaraptor · 6 years

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Flashback, hazrah cause chiss

“You alright there, Tanya?”

Hazrah turned her head, removing her blade from between the shoulder blades of her victim. The body hit the ground with a dense thud. With a boot Hazrah kicked it over, kneeling down to check the individual’s personal belongings.

“I’m fine.” She answered in an upbeat manner, plucking a wallet from the corpse’s breast pocket. “And finer now that I’ve got several hundred more credits.”

“Whooo~” Her partner gave a toothy grin, placing his hands on his hips. “You know, you still amaze me with how brutal you get in a fight.”

“What? Why?” She stood and tilted her head to the side in curiosity.

“Just the way you go for the kill. Hacking and slashing.” He mimicks the actions with an imaginary knife in his hands.

“Well… it’s kill or be killed. I like breathing.” Hazrah--”Tanya”-- grins, wiping her blade off at last on her pants leg before sheathing it. “Just something you pick up on the streets, you know? You don’t get second chances there.”

“Yeah, I getcha.” A trusting bob of the head. “Anyways, let’s get back home. I’m sure everyone’s wondering what’s keeping us.”

“Lead the way.” Hazrah gestured for him to precede her and a final glance at the body she was leaving behind, began to follow.

‘Home’. The hideout of the rebel group she had been infiltrating for the last few months. It was a small group, only a dozen or so and mostly aliens. Despite its small size, Intelligence had deemed the group a threat and wanted them neutralized as soon as possible. Hazrah was only too happy to oblige.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t sympathise with their cause--equal rights for aliens--in fact, she most certainly could. As an alien herself, she felt the scrutiny of the Empire despite the fact that the Chiss were official allies. But she knew it was something that couldn’t be changed and that fighting the system only ended up getting a blade wedged in between your shoulderblades. Things were as they were and you either obeyed, or they sent someone like Hazrah after you.

In honesty, she had come to the conclusion that the only reason this rebel cell was even considered a threat was because they made a big entrance. A known hangout for Imperial military members off hours had been blown to pieces as their opening move. Nearly a hundred soldiers had been killed or injured. And that was just their very first public statement. The subsequent actions afterwards had been bigger and the body count higher. Intelligence had suspected there was a leak in the military somewhere, some disgruntled ground pounder who wanted to be more than cannon fodder. But in all her time with the rebels, after having gotten close to each and every one of them, she had found no evidence of a leak.

No, they were just smart and well organized. Knew exactly where to strike and when, to cause the most carnage as possible. That in Hazrah’s eyes made her more dangerous than if there was a leak.

The duo paused and let out a wavering whistle. There was silence for a few moments before a hatch in the ground opened. Hazrah stood watch while her partner dropped down in and once the coast was clear, followed suit. She didn’t much care for the sewers of Kaas City. They were dank, filthy and smelt of things unmentionable. The months had seen her become accustomed to the later, though the filth was something that would never sit well with her. but that was alright, she wouldn’t have to deal with it much longer.

The man she had slain topside was carrying a message for her. Scribbled on a piece of flimsi, in a coded Minnisat, the message had come directly from command. There was no further point in her remaining with the group, they were to be handled and she was to return to Command for a debriefing immediately afterwards. That suited her just fine. As it was, she was going to need months worth of bathing to remove the stench of the sewers from her skin.

“Welcome home!” A medley of several voices greeted the pair as they entered the hideout. Hazrah grinned cheerily as she was clapped on the back, a drink foisted into her empty hands. “So tell us how it went? Are we good for tonight?”

“Yeah. The bombs are planted. We just have to pull the trigger and BOOM. No more barracks.” Hazrah imitated a large explosion with her hands, snickering wildly.

“Eeeeexcellent! Knew we could depend on you two!” Another clap on the back, drinks raised in a toast.

“You know what? This calls for a celebration.” She stood suddenly. “I’m going to crack out the good stuff.”

“The good stuff?”

“Yeah, the stuff that will get even me drunk.”

“Oooooh. Yeeeees. Tanya drunk. I’ve gotta see this.”

With a chuckle, she waved a dismissive hand and made her way to the back room. Searching through the shelves and crates, she finally pulled out the bottle she had been looking for. A bottle of Starshine Surprise. It would knock nearly anyone on their backs and with the appropriate addition, Hazrah would make certain of it.

Reaching into her breast pocket, she pulled out a thumb sized vial filled with a viscous liquid. Uncorking both bottles, she poured the smaller into the Starshine surprise, recorking it afterwards and shaking it up.

“Tanya.”

A sudden voice caused her to jump and turn. Standing in the doorway was the group leader, an aged and grizzled mirialan. Arms crossed over his chest, he stared at her with piercing blue eyes.

“Sir?”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a celebratory drink for the crew. We felt the need to celebrate our biggest move yet.”

“And what you just poured into it?”

“Sir?”

“Don’t act coy. I watched you.”

Hazrah let out a sigh, setting the bottle on the shelf. She had slipped up. Now she needed to decide quickly whether to try and lie or outright remove him from the equation. Something in her said that he wouldn’t believe whatever half-baked story she came up with. No matter how convincing she made it sound. Shaking her head, she looked up at the man with an apologetic look.

“Well, this is rather unfortunate…” With a flash of movement, she shot forward, knife ready to bury itself into the old man’s solar plexus.

The blade missed however, the older gentleman still bearing reflexes that belied his age. He dodged to the side, the blade just grazing his side. A fist came flying for Hazrah’s jaw, catching her off guard and sending her flying into a set of shelves. Pain shot through her arm as a gash opened up, a well of blood blossoming on her sleeve. Grunting she pulled herself out of the pile, brushing herself off even as her opponent advanced.

Another fist came barreling towards her, but she had expected it this time, ducking under the massive fist. Using her momentum, Hazrah sprung herself upwards, another hidden knife in hand and this time, she didn’t miss. The blade buried itself up to its hilt in his jaw, penetrating the skull and entering the brain. He gurgled a bit, body spasming though unable to move. Hazrah held the blade there for a moment before giving it a brutal twist.

Her ‘leader’s’ eyes went wide before all light suddenly left them and the body became too heavy for her to hold up any longer. As gently as she could, she lowered the old man to the ground, removing her knife. Wiping it clean on his tunic, she sheathed the knife and reached for the bottle of Starshine surprise. Well, one was down at least. If she was lucky, the others wouldn’t have heard the ruckus. If she were unlucky, well, she’d have to take a more forceful approach to the cleansing.

As things would have it, luck had been on her side. The rest of the crew had decided to get the celebration underway early, with music so loud it would drown out your own thoughts. Plastering on the most convincing grin, she lifted her bottle to the sky as she entered the room. In response, the men all cheered and hollered in response, banging their mugs on tables in demand for a drink. ‘Tanya’ lifted her other hand to pacify the crowd before calling out above the music.

“Who’s ready for a drink?!” More hooting and hollering met her question. With a strut, she made her way to everyone with an outheld glass, pouring the concoction until the bottle was emptied. It passed their noticed when she reached for an alternate mug, one filled with nothing but water and raised it high. “TO US! TO OUR MISSION! TO SUCCESS!”

Another cheer rose up amongst the group as they raised their glasses and drank deeply. Hazrah watched over the rim of her drink, waiting for the effects to kick in. Within moments, the poison began to work its magic. Anyone who had partaken began to cough, crimson stained foam bubbling forth from their mouths as they slowly collapsed lifeless onto the floor. Slowly, Hazrah made her rounds, shoving at each with her foot to ensure they were no longer breathing.

“What happened?!” The shocked exclamation caused Hazrah to spin on her feet to face the individual it had come from. Her partner stood in the doorway, bottles in his hands and a horrified look on his face. “Tanya… what… what happened? Did… did you do this?”

“Yes.” There wasn’t any point in denying it, he had caught her red handed so to speak and lying in the situation would have proved pointless.

“Why?”

The question was met with a blaster bolt connecting with his chest. It took a moment for the injury to register, or that Hazrah had pulled out a blaster and had been the one to do it. The bottles in his hands crashed to the ground followed shortly by his knees. Hazrah made her way towards him slowly as he gazed up at her with wide, frightened eyes. The look of betrayal was etched deep into his expression as she kneeled down face to face with him.

“Because.” She commented flatly, no longer masquerading as someone else. “It was my job.”

“But… but these people… they were your friends! I was your friend! We.. we trusted you!”

“Because you were led to do so. But it was all fake. I wasn’t ever your friend. Tanya never existed.”

“No! You… told me about growing up on the streets! You… you knew things no one but a street urchin would know!”

“A carefully crafted story. And you, you gullible fools… you ate it up. Took me into your fold, trusted me. Because that was what I wanted. And all of that… was to bring me to this moment.” Lifting the blaster pistol, she placed it against his head and pulled the trigger without a second of hesitation. As she stood, she wiped the splatter from her face and reached for her holocom unit.

“This is Agent Aezel reporting. All targets eliminated, proceed with sweep team to search for any stragglers and deactivate the weapon. I’m headed to HQ for debrief.” She felt no remorse as she stepped over her ‘partner’s’ lifeless form. After all, she had spoken the truth to him in those final moments. They had never been friends, she had never formed any bonds. Everything up until that moment had been a carefully crafted and acted out farce. Tanya was nothing but a string attached to puppets. As she walked out that door and into the Kaasi rain, everything from the last few months became nothing but a hazy dream.

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