#sleeping in another women's filth?

[devnmon]

Dirty Dirty Dirty Mind

[have this filth idea that i had from ages ago that i finally put my thoughts to. also this is my holiday gift to you all tehe]

summary: Daryl wakes up beside you, seeing you in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a very skimpy thong. It was enough to rile him up first thing in the morning, even if it wasn't your intention.

warnings: p in v sexual intercourse, daryl being a freak over lacey underwear, dirty talk

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Rays of sun poked through the blinds of a blue, two story Alexandrian home on a perfectly warm day during the spring. The window's shades somehow aimed the radiant energy from the sun right into Daryl's eyes. He tried to rid his sight of the blinding beams, but failed miserably.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Daryl spotted the curtains peeking open just the slightest bit, enough for the rays of sunshine to peek through like a laser. He glanced down, the comforter leaving his chest bare, covering his pelvic area and legs. About to pull the sheets over his head, he picked up a faint groaning sound coming from your side of the bed, gazing over to your figure.

Then he noticed the rays of sun were aimed right for your eyes, as well.

Daryl, not wanting to disturb your rest, carefully lifted from the bed, stepping as quiet as possible over to each set of blinds; he adjusted them accordingly, so you could gain another hour or so of sleep. Daryl's half awake state wouldn't last long, knowing that once he had gotten up from bed, there would be no falling back asleep for him. Even with your comforting body next to him, he struggled to rest.

His weight shifted to the bed again, beginning to descend onto the mattress. as his deft hand lifted the covers, he caught a glimpse at your figure under the drapery of the bed. You were wearing one of Daryl's shirts, a fairly dark one that reached well below your waist. Wearing bottoms of any kind to bed escaped you when the temperatures in Virginia got warmer than usual, especially this time of year.

His gaze drifted from the small of your back down to your waist and the undergarments you wore. It wasn't easy for Daryl to get distracted in general, but your body lying close to him like this leads his brain to other places.

The underwear you wore wasn't like the other ones you had, usual pieces were bikini style panties, usually plain and didn't show anything off. The apocalypse had you looking for clean clothes and underwear constantly, those being the main style you'd brought back. Though Daryl didn't mind. Other times you wore pairs of his boxers he thought you liked or ones that didn't fit him well.

You had discarded your regular underwear for a black lace thong that accentuated your ass and curves of your waist.

Daryl's eyes darted towards and away from that area of your body, not wanting to rile himself up this early in the morning. He wondered why you wore something so uncomfortable looking to sleep. He also knew women suffered more than men, even before the world ended, putting themselves in painful high heels and skin tight dresses for their own confidence and style.

Why after all that time would you put your precious body in that position?

Why, when you could settle for something different? Or nothing at all?

His body ached as he settled into bed again, hearing your soft breathing as a sign you hadn't woken up from his movements before. The temperature must have gotten to you, unconsciously pulling the sheets down past your waist, and your shirt up for more access to the cool air.

What you didn't realize was the view you were giving Daryl. His eyes studied your movements, how you unknowingly gave him the best view he'd ever wanted.

Daryl's mind was sure spinning now as you moaned lightly from the contact of the cool air on your skin. You settled in stillness again, drifting further into sleep.

He, on the other hand, was dealing with a tightness in his boxers that grew every second his eyes trailed down to your lacy undergarment. Daryl couldn't ignore the feeling and thoughts you brought to his head, especially not after you so innocently revealed yourself to him, without even knowing you were.

"Shit," Daryl murmured to himself, glancing down to the tent in his pants that became more apparent every second he let his mind cram up with thoughts of you.

He got so easily worked up in such a boyish way over your body, Daryl couldn't handle himself or the distracting thoughts that came.

Though he wanted to let you rest and deal with his problem by himself, he always preferred your touches. The pleasure shared between you two was rarely one sided, insisting on your pleasure as well as his.

Daryl trailed his hand down to his boxers, giving his bulge under the fabric a slight squeeze, throbbing against the cotton.

Glancing over to you once more, he saw your hair lazily thrown onto your pillow, eyes closed in bliss. Daryl rolled over onto his side, inches away from your back. His soft fingertips breached the fabric of your shirt, softly rubbing up your back.

You hadn't shifted at first, taking in the feeling like it was part of your dream. His movement shifted downwards and back up again, the contact waking you from slumber.

"Mmm... feels good," you mumbled, still half asleep with your eyes closed. It wasn't until you felt Daryl's hand trail further up your back that your eyes opened.

"Mornin', sunshine." Daryl grumbled against your neck, leaving a kiss on your shoulder. You rarely got this type of attention in the mornings, since Daryl was usually a very early riser. Meaning, he was out of bed and the house before you would wake.

"Morning, babe.. what's gotten into you, huh?" you giggled, feeling the hairs of Daryl's beard trail kisses over your neck and back.

"Ya woke another part of me up today... wearin' that to bed an' no shorts..." Daryl groaned, finally pushing his hard member against your bottom. "Can't ya tell what yer doin' to me?"

To be quite honest, you'd forgotten you were wearing such a thing, let alone know what effect it would have on Daryl when he saw you in it.

"You, mister Dixon, have a dirty dirty mind." turning your head, Daryl met you with a passionate kiss.

"Need ya.." he growled through another kiss, breath hitching as his mind brought the sensations from other nights he'd made love to you.

"Must be pretty desperate, waking a lady from her beauty sleep for somethin' like this.." letting out a soft chuckle, your hand found its way under his chin.

Daryl groaned as the surprise weight of your body pushed back on his tented boxers again.

"Yer already beautiful to me, darlin'.. Jus' need ya."

"Then take what you want from me..." you whispered into Daryl's ear, before turning back around to pull the shirt off your body. He could only see the silhouette of your breasts from behind you, taking that as his sign for him to undress.

His fingertips met the waistband of his boxers, the cloth pulling on his tip as he tossed them away from his body. His hard length hit the area of skin by his lower stomach, tip red and swollen, a vein protruding from his overwhelming arousal.

Daryl heard soft moans coming from you, spotting the way your fingers collecting the wetness pooling between your legs.

"I'm so ready for you..." you reached back to him, fingers dripping with slick as you showed him how much he turned you on.

"Shit, darlin'..." wrapping a hand around his shaft, Daryl parted your legs, the visible slick leaking from your heat. His cock throbbed as he pushed his tip through your folds, the arousal consuming his skin as soon as he'd done so.

"Daryl, need you inside me.." Your fingertip circled the sensitive bud ever so lightly, knowing Daryl's penetration would bring you to new heights.

He didn't hesitate after that, pushing fully into you in one movement. Groaning, he bottomed out inside of you, tip pressing against the deepest parts of you.

"Feels s-so good.. take what you want, and don't hesitate.." A moan followed your words, breathlessly hoping Daryl would trust you enough to continue.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya?" He paused to let you adjust to his size, which you always needed a moment for. No matter how many times you'd ended up like this, Daryl always checked to make sure what he was doing would feel good for you.

"You could never hurt me, I just wanna feel you.. Know you want it too.. so just let go..." With a sigh, you felt Daryl's hands at your waist. He left a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling his length a few inches out of you, thrusting back in harder this time. His rhythm sped up, steadying a pace with moans falling from your lips.

"Ya take me so well, darlin'," A guttural groan left Daryl, feeling your attempt to swivel your hips with his movements.

Daryl was lust-ridden every time those pretty little sounds left your lips, beckoning him to continue the shared pleasure.

You felt one of Daryl's hands leave your waist, slowly trailing up the front of your torso to your breast. His hand massaged it slowly, pinching your nipple with two fingers. One of your hands returned to your heat, swirling your arousal amongst your folds. A much louder moan fell from your mouth, as your actions sent you clenching around Daryl's thick length.

It was then that his hips bucked at the sudden tightening of your walls, his cock reacting before he realized.

Daryl's hips bucking against you harder than before sent his cock deeper into you than before.

"Oh... Daryl, I'm.." the words fell from your mouth in a whimper, your orgasm building with each time he thrusted into your wet heat.

"Ya gettin' close, sweetheart?" Daryl continued his movements, hearing you whimper and nod your head.

With that, his rhythm quickened, losing himself in the feeling you brought. His length was slick with your arousal as it improved the sensation of him moving in and out of you.

You inched closer, the impact of Daryl's movement inside you making the feeling more and more intense. Each time he hit that spot deep inside you was complete bliss, paired with your rough fingers against your clit.

"C'mon, come on my cock, pretty girl.. Let me hear ya.." Daryl panted, thrusting deep and slow into your pussy. His next thrust sent your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, your walls fluttering around him as you called out his name.

His thrusts continued slowly as you rode out the intense high.

Hearing you moan for him shot Daryl closer to his own orgasm, one he was chasing as well. Still inside of you, he cursed under his breath, speeding up his thrusts once again.

Both hands were on your waist, as he grew closer to release. He thrusted into you once more before pulling out, coaxing his orgasm even more now. Rubbing his sensitive tip a few times sent him over the edge, groaning your name as his seed shot out into his hand and some landing on your back.

He panted, looking over to you as you turned to him, smirking.

"Well, good morning to you too."

"Yeah, what a good mornin'.."

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a/n: likes + reblogs are appreciated!! it lets me know how much everyone enjoys my writing & sharing to others is a generous thing to do.

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[cowboyfromh3ll]

I saw u say i do hcs so i thought i should ask for some hcs 'cause ur one shots r great so ur hcs will obviously be too. Anyways, can we get hcs about Javier having a crush on a girl who's nice and reserved, a bit shy too. Like, what he'd do to impress her? How will he talk to her? It's more fluff but u can add some nsfw because ur style in writing is just *chef's kiss*

HC for Javier crushing on a shy and reserved fem!reader (smut)

warnings: smut, some humiliation

Javier is absolutely smitten

Many people think he's some smooth talking romantic, but we saw the way he was acting around those two women at the bar in Valentine

The way he acts around women he wants is quite frivolous 

At first he think your shyness means you don’t want to talk to him or straight up don’t want anyone's company, and he’s very discouraged by it

Sometimes he’ll see you walking past and say “Why don’t you talk to me more often?” to which you laugh awkwardly to

Cries himself to sleep that night

Will very hesitantly try and talk you or ask for your opinion on things to strike conversation

When you ask what’s up he would have realized he didn’t think his bluff through so makes something up

Ends up asking what you think of his outfit

To which you say you think it's lovely and call him stylish

The compliment makes his year

He trips over his words and becomes excited, grasping at anything to get your attention and keep it

His excitement can be described as juvenile, as he finds any excuse to try and be around you

Will learn how to sew simply so he can sit there with you while you do your chores 

And so Miss Grimshaw doesn’t yell at him for distracting you while working, he’s working too he would argue

Notices you come round the campfire when he’s playing or singing, so he starts doing it almost every night

Sometimes he’ll sing love songs for you indirectly, even if people are around and nobody knows it’s meant for you, Javier will mean it in his head

Will ask you for song requests personally 

He’s pretty awkward at first when it comes to crushes but once he advances in them he’ll get more confident

For a while he sorta just stood around you and asked you mundane little questions, followed you around like a lost puppy

Your shyness would keep you from giving more fleshed out answers, but your brief responses would not discourage him

But once the two of you started talking more he makes sure he’s the one you talk to the most

Definitely the type of guy who keeps your attention by making you laugh. Anytime you two are together it's all giggles from you and it's SO obvious to anyone around you guys that y’all are flirting

Definitely the jealous type as well

If he sees you talking to another guy his anger will probably cause him to be more bold with you

Eventually starts dedicating songs to you

Once he starts getting real bold he’ll say more flirty stuff

“Can I stay in your tent with you tonight? It’s a bit cold.” 

Once you start dating he INSISTS you don’t lift a finger and will do your chores for you

His previously learned sewing skill comes in real handy

NSFW

Think your shyness is so so cute and sexy

Despite his own initial nerves, he tries to be audacious for the both of you during sex

Will lead many of your sessions together

Always starts nice and slow and takes things at your pace

Unwraps you like a present but very carefully as though your skin is made of paper and he might actually tear you

His nerves shine through as he undresses you with shaky hands

Will constantly ask you questions and cup your face so you can speak to him while looking him in the eyes

His confidence increases the longer you are together and become comfortable with one another

This man can fuck rough, starkly contrasts your own shy personality

Has so much stamina, but will slow it down if you ask

Loves making you blush by talking dirty, will whisper absolute filth in your ear if it means just getting you to blush

Will nip at your earlobe while whispering to you, sees just how wet he can get you from his words alone

Praises you so much during sex “My perfect girl, you’re doing so good.” “Yes, just like that preciosa, you’re so good at this.”

Loves the way the praise makes you blush just as much as his dirty talk

Is so lewd when you two are going at it, always encourages you to be just as bold

Enjoys your quiet personality in front of others just to see how loud he can make you scream in private

Puts you in embarrassing positions just to see how flustered you get 

Sometimes he'll secretly grope you in public to see the way you squeak

Absolutely tease, gets so much enjoyment from watching the way you squirm because of how shy you are 

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption community #van der linde gang x reader #writing #red dead fanfiction #javier escuella rdr2 #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella fluff #javier Escuella smut #javier Escuella smut hc #javier Escuella x reader smut #javier Escuella x reader fluff

[ptn-imagines]

Can you do Suspect R x pre amnesia! chief? ik there's not a lot of content for her but they give such domestic married wives energy like

LOOK AT THIS. its fine if u dont accept, ther are PLENTY other ptn womens i thirst after so....

Oh, I will absolutely write for Suspect R despite her lack of content. In fact, I was hoping someone would ask!

Due to the lack of content on both her and Chief pre-amnesia, I ended up focusing more on the feelings they may have shared more than anything else, using the glimpses of Shepherd-12 we see in Shalom's interrogation as a guide. If this isn't to your satisfaction, feel free to send in another request! Praying that chapter 14 marks the return of the OG wife...

Suspect R x Pre-Amnesia!Chief

Once upon a time, her name was the one they loved the most. In a world where everyone wanted to use or betray them, she was the only one they trusted whole-heartedly. Shepherd-12 adored her.

As truths were unveiled and lies became unmasked and Shepherd-12 became more and more jaded to the world, she was the only one spared of hissing and biting. Only she could melt the icy protective layer upon the Shepherd’s heart, for only she could be trusted with it. Only she had pure intentions.

Secret trysts and rendezvous, the Shepherd was always so tense until the face of the nameless official melted away to reveal their lover, who perched on the edge of their desk like she belonged there. She did belong there. And the Shepherd abhorred the idea of belonging to anyone, anyone except for her. They would give themself over to her in a heartbeat, and they would drown in her, and it would be a sweet way to die.

They are a creature of Mania, but this Sinner is their salvation. She makes them feel human in a way that nobody and nothing else does, and they know that fate will never be kind to them so they relish these precious moments, and they love her eternally and devotedly and without regret nor restraint.

She loves them in kind for she knows this is what they need. They will never speak their thank yous aloud but she knows; how could she not? Even if the world should revile them, see them as monsters (and it did), the two of them would have each other. They need nothing else.

She holds them so close as though she attempts to meld their flesh as one. They greedily kiss her deeper, hotter, as though trying to exchange pieces of their souls with each entwined breath. She is both the untamed tempest that will inevitably drown them and the singular piece of driftwood that keeps them afloat in the storm.

Nothing else matters. Nobody else matters. Let the world burn to ash. The Shepherd would welcome it. The world is rotten to the core. So are they. Only she remains pure in an endless sea of filth. Only she is the truth among the lies.

“My dearest, your heart is becoming so black,” she whispered one night, and they didn’t know it then but this would be the final time they saw her like this. Her fingers caressed their face and they purred, leaning into the touch.

“They don’t deserve any more,” they breathed, nails digging into her back as though they were afraid they might slip through their fingers. “They can go to Hell for all I care. You’re the only thing that matters.”

She smiled at this and pulled them into another deep kiss. This one felt different, like a goodbye, but it was still filled with every ounce of passion and fire and desire and need and belonging they had come to expect. “You know it won’t end like this.”

“I know.” They detest the fact. She makes it bearable. She’s the only reason they haven’t torn the world asunder yet, because she is part of that world. “But you’ll be there, won’t you?”

She smiled. “Always. Don’t sleep for too long, or I might have to come and get you myself…”

…

Shepherd-13 always wakes from the dreams of these memories too soon, these ghosts banished with the rise of the sun over this corrupt city.

What was her name?

If they could choose anything to remember, it would be this.

#ptn #path to nowhere #ptn suspect r #path to nowhere suspect r #suspect r #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere headcanons #headcanons

[mingiswow]

Rebel Rebel | Seonghwa

Pairing: Rebel!Seonghwa x fem!reader

Word count: ~ 4.3k

Genre: dystopia, apocalypse, angst (?), smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Summary: When the devil of a man you had the disgust of calling a grandfather destroyed the country and turned it into his little isolated dystopian world so he could rule and sell his powdered food, lots of people, animals, and vegetation died. Now, years later, you are born into this hell of a family who couldn't give less fucks about you, what can you do except rebel against this system you grew to hate? Maybe fuck your dad's biggest enemy?

Content Warning: mentions of death, family issues, cursing, fighting against the system, and sex (if I forgot anything here let me know)

Smut Warning: Filth, pure filth (I was inspired), unprotected sex (would there be condoms in an apocalypse/dystopic universe?), oral (both receiving), piv, face fucking, cum eating, multiple orgasms, Seonghwa calls reader princess and baby a lot of times, he has a filthy mouth and a big dick

a/n: another part of my Halazia brain rot series, I don't know if I'll do with all the boys, but I NEEDED to do Yunho and Seonghwa (maybe if you want you can request another member). So hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments or tags or dm or whatever

You covered your head in the white hood and left the building from the back part. The path already engraved in your brain from how many times you’ve escaped the fort that held your dad and his lackey monkeys. 

You see, it’s been years since your grandfather destroyed the country and turned into something you could only imagine seeing in dystopian movies. He cut the connection to any other country, he destroyed basically every sign of vegetation and wildlife he could encounter. All because he could and he was an evil man. Ever since, your family is the one ruling whatever was left and the people that survived. But for everyone’s safety - and your own enjoyment - nobody knew who the family of the ruler was. When your grandfather was the ruler, your grandmother, as well as your dad and his siblings, were forced to be inside the fort. No one could leave or enter. It was a way of protecting not only the family but not giving the enemies the knowledge and power to enter the weak spot. Not that your grandfather cared, he was the one to kill his only daughter after he found out she escaped the building. 

Your dad, on the other hand, cared a lot about your mother and your younger brother. You? Just a mistake. Women couldn’t rule, so he didn’t give a single fuck about you, which was great. For you.

You don’t care about your life, what was the point of it? You just want to live the day as if it was last, because it can be. You found your aunt’s diary when you were around twelve years old, and became obsessed with the idea of escaping the fort. So since then you’ve been doing it. And you’re already an adult. 

It was during one of your night escapades that you met the group of rebels that was planning on dethroning your father. To say you were thrilled to go against your father but also be part of something was an understatement. 

The leader was this tall, handsome, and alluring man. His voice was sultry, low, almost like he was always whispering even when he was screaming all kinds of filthy words against your family. You caught yourself going there more often than not, as if you were hypnotized by the man. 

Over the course of the months you've been going there, a lot of the members of the rebellion tried to know more about you, to pry into your life and story but you just push them off by saying you’ve been living alone ever since your family abandoned you. Some of the days you don’t even go home knowing that they were following you, so you just sleep at the abandoned mall. 

You were quite a mystery in that group, but a good addition none the less, your ideas always turned out to be good and helpful since you’ve known your dad your entire life and the inside knowledge helped, not that they knew it was inside knowledge anyways. 

But that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader himself. He was as intrigued as everyone else by you, even his finest men couldn’t find anything about you. You weren’t registered in the country’s births for the year you said you were born or a couple of years before and after. You were a ghost. And Seonghwa wanted to know who you were. 

So when you arrived at the meet spot that night and didn’t find anyone you got scared. Were you trickered? Did they find out about your origins? Were you going to be executed? 

“Hello? Is anyone here?” You asked, your voice almost echoing in the empty place. “Wooyoung? San? Mingi?” You called for some of the rebels you’ve talked the most but still no one replied. You got up at the improvised stage that usually Seonghwa spoke and started to play as him. “These dirty motherfuckers want nothing but to destroy us. They don’t give a fuck about us the poor. They just want to sell that disgusting powder food of them” you said as you were talking to the rebels. “They are nothing but the scumbag of humanity. They just want money and power. The ruler doesn't even care about his family. Why would he care about us?” 

“How do you know he has a family?” The familiar sultry voice scared you, your body turning to the side where the sound came from, finding a relaxed Seonghwa, his arms crossed on top of his chest as his tall figure leaned against one of the pillars that held the place up. 

“Don’t you think he has a family?” You asked, trying not to sound too caught up by his presence and his questions. Was he testing you? “After all, when he assumed no one knew that he existed, what stops him from doing the same?”

“You have a point, miss yn” he walked towards you, stopping in front of the stage, arms crossing again. You walked towards him and sat on the edge of the stage, staying almost face to face with him, your feet wiggling in the air. “You are a rare figure, do you know that?”

You tilted your head genuinely curious at the man. “How so?”

“You appeared out of nowhere in our group, you have no family, no place to live and no register in the country’s systems. Who are you?"

“I’m not registered?” That was new to you. But it made sense, your dad wouldn’t risk putting you or your brother in the registers, it would be too easy to track you down. He denied. “So you went after me huh?” You smirked at the man, who simply put his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Are you that interested in me, leader?” He rolled his eyes at your question. . 

Was he interested in you? Sure, you were an intriguing being, a lone wolf in this messed up place you called home, smart, smarter than most of his men. Combined. And to say he didn’t find you attractive was a lie. The way you swayed your hips when walking or how your flesh was squeezed whenever you hugged some of the others when celebrating a plan that worked. The way you smiled or laughed at some of the jokes that were cracked to break the ice of the seriousness that they were dealing with. Or how your ass looked so squeezable and spankabe whenever you bend down to grab something. He was indeed interested in you, in both your story and your body. 

“I guess I’d be interested in a ghost if I’ve seen one as well” you answered yourself after his silence. 

“Are you telling me you’re dead and just a soul wandering around?” You smiled at him, he wasn’t usually playful, always so serious, so seeing him being slightly funny with you made your pride swell and give you a confidence boost. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I'm a mirage. You imagined it all” he chuckled at the way you swayed your arms. 

“If you’re a ghost how can I touch you?” He smirked at you, taking two steps closer, but still not touching you. 

“Can you, sir?” You challenged him, hands resting on your sides and holding the weight of your upper body, legs slightly open and relaxed on the edge of the wooden stage. 

He felt like a winner, you were biting his bait just like he wanted. Little did he know that you knew the game he was playing and you were more than excited to play with him. 

Seonghwa took another step, this time staying in between your legs, and gently laid his right hand on your knee. “See? I can definitely touch you” you chuckled. 

“That’s what you call touch?” You got yourself up and grabbed both his hands, laying on your thighs. He instinctively squeezed them, making you smirk. “See? Like that is better” your fingertips slowly went up his arms and you could see his hairs shiver with the touch. “Have you touched someone else before?”

“Many times” he answered proudly. Men… always the same. “Have you ever been touched?” You smiled remembering your escapades with your dad’s soldiers. They were dumb but at least did whatever you told them to. You nodded.

Seonghwa finally took his hands out of your thighs and grabbed your waist, squeezing the flesh and bringing you flush against his body. You could feel his semi-hard cock under his pants and wondered if he got even bigger when hard. The thought made you bite your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man that rubbed your lower lip with his calloused thumb, the tip teasing to enter your mouth for you to suck but never did. 

“And have they ever made you cum?” You chuckled at his question.

You leaned over his ear and let a breathe out, tickling his ear before speaking “Bold of you to assume I’d even let someone leave before making me cum at least twice”

“Is that a challenge?” 

“Does it sounds like one for you?” you kept looking at each other, the intensity of it making you burn inside, you were sure your wetness was passing through the thin materials of your pants.

His long fingers went under your hoodie, feeling your warm skin shiver with his touch, the tips squeezing the skin, pretty sure the indents of his nails would be a mark for tomorrow. You instinctively sighed at the feeling and his reaction was just to chuckle at your desperation. “Before we start I just need you to tell me one thing” you nodded, eyes never leaving his. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You nodded again. “I need words, princess”

“Yes, I want to” you bit your lip again, consent never felt so hot.

Seonghwa replaced your teeth with his, biting your lower lip before sucking it and starting to kiss you. You expected him to be hushed, to kiss you with desperation but no. He was soft, gentle, kind, it was such a nice contrast to his chapped lips. And a big contrast to how needy you were. His hand kept massaging your skin under your hoodie, squeezing and bringing you even closer to him. Your legs wrapped up on his waist, your core rubbing slightly with the now even bigger tent in his pants. A little whine left your lips as soon as he disconnected your lips to attack your jaw and neck.

“Can you feel it, baby? What you have done to me” he grinded on you and you felt your pussy squeeze on nothing. God, you felt so ridiculously horny for this man. His voice in your ear was like a feather, slightly touching you but still making you shiver from head to toe. If it was sultry normally, now, full of lust, was even more velvety. He kept lowering his kisses and love bites, marking your neck and chest, you definitely would have a hard time hiding it from your parents. Not that they even cared. But a little care never killed anyone.

Seonghwa stopped his ministrations and moved away from you a little so he could grab the hem of your hoodie and pull off of you, leaving your bare breats exposed to him. If once you had any ounce of self-doubt or shame it went out of the window with the way he growled before attacking one your breasts, kissing it, sucking it, biting it. His teeth grazing your niple and biting a bit harder so he could pull a little before letting it go, the stinging sensation only adding to your experience as you threw your head back and let a low moan leave your lips.

He stopped his ministrations on your chest so he could pull your face close to his again, foreheads touching and eyes staring at each other “I wanna hear you moan, I don’t want you holding your sounds like you did just now” he bit your ear, making you shiver before adding “I want everyone that passes through here to be able to know that I’m fucking you good” you nodded, eyes meeting again. “Such a good girl you are, aren’t you?” you eagerly nodded again.

You’re never the one to submit, always used to boss around the men you’d fuck, making them beg for you to touch them and making them eat you out until you came. But Seonghwa was different, there was something about him that made you a puppy around him, eager to do what he says, to be and do good for him, to impress him, make him like you. It could be your daddy issues speaking louder but you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was for this man to destroy you.

He stroked your hair, hand slowly sliding to your neck, holding it on the sides without applying any pressure. “So why don’t you be a good girl for me and get on your kness?” you could feel like a cold snake going down your body, taking shivers wherever it touched with the way he talked to you. You left the stage and kneeled in front of him, his tall figure hovering over you and you couldn’t feel smaller. He ran the tip of his fingers on your face and hair and you closes your eyes enjoying the touch. “Now put that smart mouth of yours to some use, eh? Suck me” you were dazed, your body reacting by instinct as you pulled his pants and underwear together, his penis finally getting free of the confiments of the fabric and hanging hard in front of you. 

Never in your right state of mind you’d think a dick was pretty, but Seonghwa’s was a sight to be seen. He was on the bigger size and it was thick. You saliveted imagining his girth splitting you open when he fucked you and your legs stinctively rubbed together and you could hear a little chuckle that came out of the man’s mouth when you did. You finally grabbed the member in your hands, excited with how big it looked in your hands, and took a squeeze. You licked his slit, the salty tasty of his precum touching your tongue before your started licking it’s sides slowly trying to wet the length. While one your hands stood on its base, holding a bit tight, the other went to massage his balls as you kept licking it stroke by stroke like a popsicle. Seonghwa grabbed a handful of your hair and guided your mouth to finally suck him, which you gladly did. You started to bob your head, each time trying to fit more in your mouth. When the tip hit the back of your throat it was the first time he moaned a bit louder, grabbing your head again and looking down at you, that looked up with the most innocent eyes you could convey.

“I really wanna fuck your mouth, princess” you nodded, holding his tights and looking at him one more time as a confirmation. He grabbed your head by your hair, holding you im place before starting to move his hips slowly, but as soon as he heard the filthy sounds of your mouth on his dick and the spit falling to the sides of it he lost and started to fuck your mouth fully. You tried to breathe through the nose your mouth was too busy gagging on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. “Fuck! You’re so hot like this” he managed to say through his grunts, right hand caressing your face softly as he cleaned the tears that started to fall. “Just a little bit more, princess. I wanna cum in your mouth and I wanna see you swallow it all like a good girl” you nodded freneticaly, holowing your cheeks a bit more as he kept using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. 

As his grunts and moans and whispers of princess started to fall more repeatedly from his mouth you could feel your pussy starting to pulse as well, his moans were so hot and you were the one causing them, you couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the ego boost. Not only that, but anyone could walk at any minute and see you devouring his cock. With a few more thrusts Seonghwa finally came in your mouth, a bit of his semen falling out of your mouth and landing on your chest. You swallowed the thick liquid and showed your empty mouth to him proudly. “Such a good girl for me. If you keep like that I might reward you” you smiled at him, eyes hazy from pleasure. 

He pulled you on your feet and started to lick his own mess on your boobs. “Fuck, Hwa” you managed to moan. The scene alone was too hot for you, he was cleaning his own cum and your spit from your chest. He was filthy. In all the good ways.

The man got on his knees and took the rest of clothes you had, his hands squeezing the skin of your legs and going up to your mons pubis, caressing the soft skin and eye-fucking you. “Now here’s how we gonna do, you’re gonna rest your back on the edge of the stage, open your legs and put one of them on my shoulder” you did as he told you to, anticipating what was about to come. He smirked at you before without any warning or preparation attack your clit with licks. You almost fell from the sensation but your leg on his shoulder held you in place. His mouth kept working wonders on you, from his thick lips sucking you, to his long tongue licking you up and down, spreading his saliva and your wetness all over your vulva. Your hands held the edge of the wooden stage, knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding not to fall. “You taste heavenly, yn. I could eat you out all day” you don’t know how he managed to speak but you were too turned on to care, the coil in your stomach starting to grow as he kept his ministrations. “Now I understand why the men gave you at least two orgasms, I could give you so much more just by tasting this delicious pussy of yours” his hoarse voice mixed with his dirty words made you moan louder, one of the hands finally leaving the stage to hold on his hair, pushing him closer to your core.

He started to enter the tip on his tongue inside your vagina and you lost, finally coming without a warning on his face, moaning his name like a prayer but he didn’t stopped. He moved his tongue to your clit again and finally inserted two fingers inside you. You lost your balance almost falling on top of him with the sudden intrusion added to your sensitivity post orgasm. “Se.. Seonghwa… More, please” 

“More what, princess? Tell me what you need” the vibrations of his words on your clit and the rapid pace of his fingers send you over the edge instantly, your second orgasm threatening to explode.

“Dick.. I need your dick, please” your head hung back as he darkly chuckled and started going faster with his fingers. Your mouth opened but almost no sound left, you were already completely fucked out and he had even fucked you properly yet. 

“Cum again for me, baby. Cum again and then I’ll give you my cock” you nodded rapidly, a string of ‘please’ leaving your lips as he added a third finger and you finally came again, this time stronger, your legs finally giving out on his shoulders but thankfully he was there to hold you. He gently placed you on top of the stage, getting inbetween your legs and wiping the sweat out of your forehead. “Are you sure you still can take my cock, princess? You seem tired already” you denied with your head, hands circling around his neck as you kissed him. 

The kiss was once again calm and gentle, like your mouths were meeting each other again after many years and cherishing the sensations of the other. You sighed against his lips and brought your body closer to his, chest flushed against each other and warmth irradiating from both bodies. He deepened the kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue as his arms held you flush in your place by your lower back. You two made out hapilly for a while until your bodies started to grow impacient and horny again.

Without separating your mouths, he guided the tip of his member into you, slowly entering your vagina. You moaned against his mouth, face scrunching with the sudden intrusion. You were right, his girth was gonna rip you. The man didn’t say a word, but you could see by his smirk that he was feeling himself with the way you almost didn’t take his cock, stretching you open just for him to ruin you for the next men that even though of getting near you. Not that just his mouth alone hadn’t done the job.

When he felt your walls pulsating around him, he started to move slowly, being careful to not going too fast to quickly otherwise he wouldn’t last long just by the way you were squeezing him inside you. “Breath deeply, princess. Look at you, taking my cock so well” you nodded, fingers holding his shoulders. “Are you cock drunk already? I barely fucked you and you are already cock drunk for me?” you nodded again, a whine leaving your lips as he started to quicken his pace a little. “I want you to remember today, baby. I want you to remember my cock everytime you’re going to fuck those stupid men again”

“Hwa…” you moaned, head hanging low and resting on his shoulders. “I want you, only you to fuck me, please…” you choked on a moan as he sudenly started to piston inside you, his arms holding your legs open even wider, the lewd noise of skin slapping echoing through the empty room as he fucked you into oblivion. “I’m… close…”

“I can feel it, princess, me too, cum for me so I can fill you up” you threw yourself back, lower body falling almost with a thud and arched your back. With a few more thrust and dirty words by the man, you came undone on his cock, almost no sound coming out of your mouth as he kept fucking you even faster before stopping by a halt and letting his seed paint your walls. 

His body fell on top of yours, his weight comfortably reminding you that you were alive and everything was real. The following silence making you feel comforted, at home, like you never felt before. Not even at the meetings. Maybe it was the warmth of his cum and softening cock inside you, but you never felt so full, physically and emotionally. And that scared you.

After a few more minutes of you both getting your energy back, he finally came out of you, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness and wave of cold air that hit your body. He grabbed a cloth from God knows where and cleaned yours and his mess, before handing your clothes for you to put back. Even with jelly legs you managed to finish the task.

He pushed you against his chest by your lower back, a smirk on his lips before he spoke “I hope that from now on you don’t fuck that stupid soldiers of your father again”.

“I won- Wait what?” you blinked at your scared expression, like a deer caught in headlight. “You always knew?” he nodded. “I…”

“What? You thought we were too dumb to know that? You came out of nowhere, no registration, clothes made with fabric that nobody under here has access, always glowy and healthy”

“So why didn’t you guys killed me?” you asked genuinely dumbstruck. So all his talk about you being intriguing was a lie? The sex was a lie too?

“Because you are much more worthy alive than dead, at least for us” 

“So you were using me this whole time?” he nodded.

“Yes but not so much” you tilted your head in confusion. “You see, we dind’t know who or what you were until your first plan, your informations were very valuable to us, but until that day, you were just another rebelion” you looked at your feet, not knowing how to feel after all. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with the tip of his fingers, making you look at him. “Might I ask why you decided to rebel against your father?”

“He’s not my father, at least he doesn’t consider me his daughter and don’t consider him my father, I’m a woman, I can’t rule after him” you sighed and kept going. “Not that I want anyways, I hate this place and I hate this system, I wanna know the world, I wanna know different places, different people, I want to leave this country that lives like we are stuck eternally in the past. I hate my grandfather for doing this and hate my dad even more for still doing this. Those selfish bastards. I hope they rot in-” he cut your rant with a kiss and just then you realized how angry, sad and desperate you were, tears spilling down your cheeks as you finally allowed yourself to be weak and vulnerable. He held your face between his hands and looked into your eyes, foreheads touching each other.

“Let’s make a deal, you, me and the rest of the group are gonna dethrone your father with your help from the inside and when that happens, I’ll take you to meet the world, ok?” you nodded. “But you gotta promise one thing first”

“What?”

“Just fuck me from now on”

“Oh that it’s a promise I am more than glad to keep”.

This is a piece of fiction. The descriptions and actions of the people involved do not reflect the reality.

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Frigid♔Magnanimity꧂

Eustass Kid x Princess!Reader

TW for this chapter: Mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, vulgar language, Kid being a hot dick, torture

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Chapter 2: Frilled scars

…”You know y/n…I once went to this beautiful place, it was a cold yet mesmerising land…there was a soft white blanket of snow and a beautiful waterfall…you could see foxes, deers and other little creatures going near the river to drink water…it’s a pity I didn’t get to visit it fully… I’m so mad I didn’t get out of the carriage and go explore the vast snowy hills myself…” Your mother looked down at you as she held you in her arms…you were just 4 years old… “Y/n…promise me you’ll get out of here and explore this beautiful massive world…it’s a pity I won’t be able to come with you…” Your mother held you close… “Why mommy? Why can’t you come wifh me…?” Your mother’s face slightly sorrowed but she kept her warm smile… you would’ve said so much more if you knew this would be the last conversation you would’ve had with your mother…

Later that afternoon you entered your father’s quarters in a rush. “FATHER WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Why would you execute such innocent maids?! On what matter?!” You yelled at his highness. “My orders were clear. He shall be tortured and kept on the brink of death for this decade before his execution. It’s fun to see them in pain. You shouldn’t show him no mercy! He’s a filth to the face of the earth. He’s nothing more then a bandit and rule breaker. I wont have him try and murder me. Nor your younger brother!!” Silence fell over the room before you broke it again. “How could you do this to a human being?! And what about me and Mary…? Do you not care about us too?” You asked… “I could always find another queen. And I wanted sons, sons who can lead and conquer. Not daughters. You’re useless to me. I’ll get rid of you as soon as I find a prince willing to marry you.” Hurt was an understatement…you felt destroyed as you heard these words come from your fathers mouth…you knew he never cared for you the same as your younger step brother but you never would’ve thought he would’ve said it without regret…he was your father…yet he saw you as nothing more then a burden.. “HO—“ a loud slap echoed through the room as your father silenced you. You touched your red cheek and raised your eyes to his. “I DONT WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD. If you keep at this I’ll end you with the same fate as your rotten mother.” His eyes bore into you, cold as ice..you pulled yourself together the best you could and left his apartments…you rushed back to your quarters as little droplets of tears fell down from your eyes. A week later you sat at a window in the palace and witnessed as your ladies-in-waiting and other maids were all executed for apparently plotting to kill the king… the only one your father spared was the one closest to you, your best and only friend…Yuki. Her mother was one of the maids killed and she spent that evening sobbing next to you as you comforted her till she cried herself to sleep on your bed…After she finally fell into a deep slumber you went out onto your balcony and stared out at the vast sea, the ocean was calm and the wind felt soft and warm…you felt so horrible you wanted to stab yourself in the chest…you felt guilt. Guilty for the women who were killed for what you’ve done, their blood was on your hands. You yourself broke into a quiet cry…leaning on the railing of the balcony. You felt guilty but you also felt horrible leaving someone to starve…

That night after midnight you made your way back down into the dungeons where Eustass Kid was being held…you walked to the very end of the corridor of cells…in the last cell he was asleep…you made sure he was…at least you were hoping…you were holding a tray with a piece of meat, a few slices of bread and a bowl of soup In one hand and with the other you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside the cell…he was still breathing steadily as you quietly placed the tray down…but as you were about to leave a strong hand grabbed you by the throat and pushed you all the way into the wall..you helped and struggled to breathe, when you opened your eyes again you were met by intimidating amber eyes…it felt as if he was staring right through you. “So you’re the little fucker that’s been bringing me this.” He let go of you and you fell to your knees in a struggle to regain your breath. “The princess eh?” He stared down at you confused. “The fuck…why are you out of all people doing this. Shouldn’t you get ready to meet your fuckin’ prince in shinin’ armour or something?” His tone seemed a little more calm yet his glare still felt as if it was piercing through you… “…You got charged with death for simply setting foot in our kingdom…I don’t understand why…you didn’t do nothing to my father….” You spoke with a hint of anger in your tone aimed towards the king. “I’m a pirate, princess’ I’m an outlaw. And I’m hated for my reputation.” He walked back to the mattress and sat down on it. “I don’t hate you…I mean I don’t really hate pirates…I’ve always wanted to talk to one! So I can hear more about the world and their adventures! I-..I really wanna explore the whole world…” You rest your back against the cold wall of the cell, you were only wearing your nightgown and a brown cloak over it…so it was pretty cold for you… “then just skip over to your father and bat your eyelashes at him and poof you’ll be on a lavish ship surrounded by guards and staff to be at your every need” He rolled his eyes. A few moments of silence were met…you were hugging your knees for a twinge of warmth. “That’s…not true…you might think my life is perfect because I’m a princess…but my father doesn’t even care for me. He sees me as a politic alliance. He wants to marry me off to some king that’s 40 years older then me just because he wants a political alliance with some other kingdom…if it wasn’t for my step mother I would’ve been married off before 16, I’m forced to marry someone who’s chosen for me, birth him as many children as he wants. And for gods sake if I don’t give him a boy I might as well say my prayers. My father killed my mom. Just because she failed to give him an healthy male heir. So he charged her with adultery and she was executed. He barely knew I existed. But after my younger step brother was born he was the light of his life. Kings don’t care for their wives or daughters. A week ago I dared speak up at my father and he threatened to have me face the same fate as my mother. So yeah. Let me go and bat my eyelashes at him.” Your gaze fell to the floor. The only sounds were the droplets of water falling through the cracks of the ceiling before they were met by Kid’s deep voice. “Fine then I’ll kidnap you when I’m outta here.” You raised your eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” You looked at him confused…”I mean, imagine how much my bounty will go up if I kidnap a damn princess.” He noticed your slightly uneasy aura. “Can her highness not take a damn joke?” He teased. “That isn’t a funny matter. Kidnapping someone isn’t funny.” He rolled his eyes for maybe the 100th time and grabbed the tray of food and started eating…just whilst he was eating you managed to take a look at him properly…he had a lot of wounds…he noticed you staring at him and he whistled to get your attention. “Like watcha see princess’…?” A little pink hue made its way onto your cheeks and you turned away as he laughed at you. After a few more moments of silence you spoke.

“You can go….I mean…I unlocked your cell…I won’t tell anyone…” he finished swallowing the last of the meat, got up, walked over to you, crouched down at your level and flicked your forehead…hard. “Are you stupid? I don’t know where shit is, there must be guards everywhere and I have a sea prism cuff.” He raised his wrist on which was the cuff. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you up. “Get the hell out of here. I don’t need a princess to rescue me.” He pushed you towards the cell door and he went back to his mattress and plopped down on it. You didn’t protest and just left…you locked the cell door and ran back down the corridors…you were almost caught but you made it back to your room…after changing into a clean nightgown you got into bed and stared at the ceiling of it…that same feeling you felt there first day you met eyes with him made its way to your chest again…your heart skipped a beat as you thought of his shirtless body again. “What is wrong with me?!” You thought to yourself as you turned onto your right side and hugged a pillow to your chest…after a while you fell asleep that way…breathing steadily whilst your cheeks still with that pink hue on them.

Later that night Kid found himself with the king and two guards in front of his cell. “The fuck you want.” He said with a low growl in his throat. “I don’t think that’s way to talk to the king.” Kid scowled. “I couldn’t give a further fuck.” The king smirked. “So someone keeps bringing you food. Which one of those filthy maids has been doing this.” Kid laid back down on the mattress with his arm under his head. “Maybe it’s a man who knows.” The king’s face fell to anger. “Guards, take him. He’ll end up speaking one way or another. The guards entered his cell but Kid didn’t even flinch. “Yes yes torture me, cuz that’s been working wonders. I hope you fucking know that anything you do to me won’t bring me down you fucker. And one of these days I’ll have a damn knife at your throat.” The guards chained him and took him out of his cell and down the corridor towards the torture chambers.

The next night whilst you were bringing him food you noticed the key to his cell wasn’t working anymore…till you noticed the lock looked new…so they changed the locks…you still could push the tray through the gaps of the bars..but when you took a good look at him you froze…he was bleeding, he had numerous wounds and had dried blood at his mouth nose and in many other places.. “Kid! W-What happened to you?!” You placed the tray down and ran right up against the bars. As she noticed he wasn’t answering she ran back where she came from…Kid then turned his head as he heard her run off, he placed his head back against the mattress and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he heard your steps run back down the corridor, this time you had a lot of bandages and medicinal herbs and tissue…he seemed a bit surprised by this. “Get the fuck out of here. As you said your dad doesn’t care about you so he’ll kill you if he finds you doing this to me!! Leave. Get the fucking hin—-“ “NO! i don’t Care what you have to say. I wont leave till you let me treat you! You might get an infection! Or worse die. So get over here and let me patch you up!” He didn’t move for a few seconds then a sigh left his lips and he went up against the bars so you could reach your hand in between them and patch him up…first you cleaned up his arm(and a half) and bandaged a few scars, then you did his back where he seemed to have a few open wounds as other marks…he slightly shivered when he felt your warm hands against his calloused skin. It was a contrast from the cold scent he got used to…it felt good. After you were done with his back he turned around back to face you…he had a pretty nasty wound on his abdomen and you tended to it…he felt tingly as you were caring for him like that..it was weird he wasn’t used to this, nor did he want to appear weak..after you were done patching him up he snatched the food you brought him and let’s just say that food was disposed of in a matter of seconds… you asked him about what happened and he told you in short detail what your father did last night. As your little conversation lead on you managed to get him to tell you about a few of his adventures…and places he’s been to..you were amazed…till you didn’t realize that it’s been a few hours…by the time you left to go back to your room and sleep it was the crack of dawn…yet you still went to bed…all those places he told you about had you dreaming of visiting them. And it also slightly brought his mind off things as he’d hear you laugh and be interested at his stories…that laugh and smile of yours were white stuck in his head…

Authors note: Sorry that this chapter was quite short, and I’m sorry for the late update but I just moved so I was extremely busy. Also! If you want to be notified when the next part comes out I’m starting a tag list so just comment below if you wanna be added! Also if you ask Kid’s cell bars are the rectangular ones so that’s how reader can reach better through. I hope you enjoyed it and I wanna thank you for all the support! I love hearing your thoughts and asks/requests it just makes me smile! Also my requests are currently open, feel free to ask/request anything you want! Thank you so much!

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[floatingcatacombs]

Go Nagai was insane for this one

12 Days of Aniblogging 2023, Day 8

I like to always have manga of dubious quality on tap for when I’m having trouble sleeping. Ideally, reading a few chapters will distract me, but I won’t want to stay up late shotgunning volumes. Devilman Lady was the ideal manga for this, and this is maybe the last time anyone will ever describe Devilman Lady as "ideal".

An extremely brief introduction is in order. If Osamu Tezuka is the godfather of manga, then Go Nagai is manga’s weird horny uncle. He’s arguably just as influential, the two of them just moved in different circles, each reifying entire genres. Nagai is more or less responsible for magical girls, super robot, and ecchi, and also spent a lot of time in the sphere of supernatural and post-apocalyptic manga. These are fundamentally genres of extremity and ridiculousness, and Nagai dials every one of his works up to 11 by the end, one way or another. Devilman is probably his most famous work over here, and it’s a stone-cold classic for a reason. Nagai has kept revisiting it over the years, with side stories, alternate universes, manga cameos, and even entirely new series that function as stealth sequels such as Violence Jack. But his most notable attempt is Devilman Lady, which is far more than a simple gender-swap of the original.

Devilman Lady is about swimming deep in filth. It’s easily the most disgust-provoking manga I’ve read, with pretty much every content warning under the sun applicable. This is a truly rotten and conspiratorial world that Nagai is depicting. Societal decay manifests in countless forms, including rape, child abuse, homophobia, militarism, and hatred towards immigrants. Anything that could be potentially understood as fanservice is placed right next to or directly within the atrocities at hand, and it's genuinely unclear how much Nagai intended that as commentary. His intentions throughout this whole manga are a bit of an enigma, but what's clear that he is firing on all cylinders.

This is an extremely zeitgeisty 90’s work, with intelligent design debates, the mapping of the human genome, new age paranoia, religious zealotry, and anxiety over pollution all playing out on the pages. Where it breaks from many of its contemporaries is a decisive rejection of the end of history. This is the kind of thing you write when you’re still reeling from the subway sarin gas attacks and your country's role in the Gulf War and subsequent militarization. It’s the perfect manga for capturing a time period when ten to twenty percent of Japan’s population were estimated to have belonged to a new religious movement.

The punchline to all of this is that he doesn’t know how to draw women.

By the back half of Devilman Lady, Nagai’s depictions of hellscapes and grotesque monsters reach near-Berserk levels of detail and technical competency. And yet his female protagonists are still drawn in a drastically simpler 70's style, only now with giant spheres grafted to their chests. Either humans and the infernal are two completely different skillsets, or this was a deliberate artistic decision, and both are difficult to swallow. Either way, we just have to accept the juxtapositions.

one of my favorite pages to show people devoid of context

The finale is just nuts. Go Nagai makes textual the homoeroticism and gender deviance of the original Devilman manga, as the world burns in both nuclear warfare and demonic hellfire. The story starts accelerating at an unfathomable pace, the most inscrutable double mobius reacharound yaoiyuri occurs, and the universe resets once or twice. It makes the endings of Jojo Part 6 and 7 look tame by comparison. There is no way to parse this like a normal manga with a plot and narrative. It is raw id.

This has been a year where I’ve tried to deliberately broaden my comfort zone by engaging with more potentially upsetting works if I think they'll have something interesting to say. This was like jumping into the deep end. Devilman Lady may very well be Go Nagai’s magnum opus. It’s not nearly as tight as the original manga, but it’s a glorious mess, just as radical to its own time as Devilman must have been in the 70s. It made for spectacular insomnia reading. And there’s no way in hell I can ever recommend it.

At age 19, Nagai went through a bout of diarrhea so bad that he convinced himself it was colon cancer, and that he was at death's door. He vowed to leave something behind for the world to remember him by, and began laboring away on manga. And for the last 60 years of his career, he’s written and drawn with the fervor of a man who’s about to shit himself to death. Maybe that’s the real secret.

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[pedroscurls]

Guys Night Out

Character(s): Joel Miller (pre-apocalypse) and Reader (female, second person POV)  Summary: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club. Word Count: 7,160 (lol i got carried away) Author's Note: This is just pure filth lol, no context, no backstory, just Joel finally getting some much deserved release😉 Warning: smut!!! (lapdance, p in v, oral m receiving, woman on top, doggy style, brief daddy kink, dirty talk) Songs: Pony by Ginuwine // Untitled (How Does it Feel) by D'Angelo (bold+italics = song lyrics)

“Come on, Joel,” Tommy said. “It’s just one night out and I know Sarah’s sleeping over at a friend’s. What are you gonna be doin’ all night?”

“I don’t know, Tommy, maybe actually get some rest?” Joel said, lugging his tools into the bed of his truck. He knew that Tommy was right; he definitely needed to let loose and have some fun, especially since he had been working nonstop for the past few weeks. 

“Sounds boring.” 

“It ain’t boring.”

“Ah, so you’re just an old man then,” Tommy smirked.

Joel narrowed his eyes and gently slapped his younger brother at the back of his head. “I ain’t old and you know it.”

“Sure beats me,” Tommy replied, rubbing the back of his head as he quietly chuckled. 

Joel sighed and looked over at Tommy. “Where y’all going anyway?” 

Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean you’ll come out tonight?”

“I’ll think about it.” 

“How about this,” Tommy began, climbing into the passenger side of the truck while Joel climbed into the driver’s side. “I buy your first round.” 

Joel scoffed, starting the car. “Will I be able to choose what I wanna drink or are you gonna be doin’ that for me?” 

“Whatever you want, brother,” Tommy grinned. “First round’s on me.” 

Joel shrugged. “Alright, maybe. We’ll see.” 

“You won’t regret it.” 

“I’m thinkin’ I might,” he replied. 

“You’ve been working your ass off, Joel.” Tommy said, glancing over at his older brother as he began to drive. “You deserve a night out for yourself.” 

“As long as you promise we ain’t gettin’ in any trouble tonight,” Joel responded. 

“Me? Trouble?” Tommy feigned a gasp, followed by another laugh. “Fine, no trouble.”

“Alright, I’ll see ya tonight.” 

—

“Tommy, what in the hell?” Joel said, climbing out of his truck to see that Tommy had given him directions to a strip club. This wasn’t what he was expecting and it certainly wasn’t something he was used to. He knew that Tommy was the more outgoing, more friendly, more charming of the two, but he just didn’t know that this was the place Tommy wanted to be at when he said it was going to be a guys night out. 

“What?” Tommy chuckled. “It’s gonna be fine.”

“We’re at a goddamn strip club.”

“I know,” he replied. “I’m the one who gave you the directions.” 

“What are we doing at a strip club, Tommy?” 

He grinned, clasped a hand on Joel’s shoulder and led him inside. “Lettin’ loose.”

Joel immediately felt out of place once he walked into the strip club. It was definitely a sight that he wasn’t used to: plenty of men surrounding the stage with stripper poles, countless women (some even topless) dancing and roaming the floor to men who wanted their attention. Joel would be lying if he said that he regularly had sex; in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he did have sex. 

Sarah and work were his main priorities and anything that didn’t involve either of the two didn’t seem important to him. 

But now, as he followed Tommy to the bar, he found himself yearning for contact, for a woman to give him attention, for release of all the pent-up emotions he didn’t realize he was bottling in. 

“Alright, what you wanna drink?” Tommy asked.

Joel cleared his throat, shrugging a shoulder. “I’ll just get a beer.” 

Tommy looked over at Joel and let out a laugh, watching how uncomfortable his older brother looked. “Relax,” he said. “You look like you’re about to keel over.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw. “I was expecting a bar, not a goddamn strip club.” 

“What’s the difference?”

Joel shook his head. “You know damn well what the difference is, Tommy. Is this where you usually go whenever you go out?” 

“Not always,” Tommy chuckled. “But I wanted to bring you here because I feel like it’d help you let loose. You’re always so uptight, so focused on everyone else but you.” 

“I got a kid to look after. If I’m uptight, it’s because I need to make sure she’s taken care of.” 

“Right,” Tommy said, nodding. “Makes sense. I know Sarah’s your world, Joel. I ain’t sayin’ that’s a bad thing. I’m just sayin’ you gotta do some things for yourself once in a while.” 

Joel sighed, taking the beer from the bartender. Again, he knew Tommy was right. He was probably working himself to an early grave with the amount of hours he had put into work; even Sarah noticed how busy he had seemed. 

“Fine,” Joel said. “So, what do we do here? Take a seat and just hand out dollar bills?”

Tommy laughed. “That’s the premise of it, yeah.” 

Joel’s attention moved from his brother to someone who had come out from behind the stage. You were (obviously) wearing a skimpy bikini, almost too thin and revealing to even be considered clothes. Your hair was down and wavy, but as you walked towards the bar, there had been something different Joel noticed. Your eyes lit up and your smile managed to capture and hold his attention longer than the other women who were dancing or walking from table to table. 

You seemed genuine, more real compared to the other women and Joel found himself captivated. His eyes ran along your frame, watching as your hips swung with each step and when you met his eyes, Joel immediately looked away, almost like he was embarrassed to have been caught that he was obviously ogling you.

Tommy saw Joel’s eyes intently focused on you and he couldn’t help but laugh. When you had come closer to the bar and leaned against it, Tommy was the one to strike up a conversation. 

“Hi there,” Tommy said, taking a sip of drink. 

“Hello,” you smiled, looking up at Tommy. “How are y’alls night going?” 

“Going great now,” he winked. “Right, Joel?” 

Joel cleared his throat. He nodded and raised his glass in your direction. “We’re doing fine, ma’am.”

Ma’am? Joel was kicking himself with all the polite pleasantries, but the way you were staring intently at him had him fumbling over his words. 

Tommy snickered and shook his head. “Excuse my brother. He’s not– This ain’t usually his scene.”

“Oh? First time?” You asked, tilting your head with a smile. 

“Somethin’ like that,” Tommy chuckled. 

“I just ain’t used to–”

“Beautiful, naked women?” You interrupted with a grin. “That’s okay. It ain’t for everyone.”

Tommy let out a laugh and Joel felt even more embarrassed, but as you continued to look at him, he somehow felt himself relax. The fact that you weren’t throwing yourself at them like the other women who were probably instructed to do so provided a sense of comfort. 

“Well, I’m Sunshine,” you smiled. “If y’all need anythin’, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help.” 

Joel cleared his throat and nodded. When you walked away, Joel’s eyes fell to your backside. He bit the inside of his cheek and watched as you looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes with a smile. 

“Sunshine ain’t her real name, right?” Joel asked. 

“Of course not,” Tommy chuckled. “By the way, ma’am?” 

“Oh, shut up.”

—

Throughout the night, Joel followed Tommy’s lead, but all he could think about was you. He had only seen you that one time at the beginning of the night, but hadn’t seen you since. That was until Tommy had excused himself to the bathroom and came back out with you walking alongside him. Joel straightened up in his seat and glanced over in your direction before Tommy took his seat back next to him. 

“I got you a little somethin’,” Tommy whispered, nudging Joel’s arm. 

“Tommy–”

“Joel, right?” You smiled, looking down at him. He was definitely one of the better looking patrons that came in and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to him. 

“That’s right,” Joel nodded. 

“Wanna come with me?” you asked, biting your lower lip. 

“Oh,” Joel furrowed a brow and glanced over at Tommy who gave him a smirk. “Where to?” 

“Let’s find out.” You gently took his hand, feeling the rough calluses. You had to wonder what he did for a living, but you assumed he worked a lot with his hands. They were even much larger than yours too and you wondered what else about him was big. 

“Tommy…” 

“I won’t bite,” you teased. “Unless you like that.” 

Joel cleared his throat and looked over at Tommy.

“It’s just one private dance, Joel. Relax,” Tommy said.

Joel stood up and looked down at you. This time, he caught you looking at him from top to bottom and it gave him a surge of confidence. He wondered if you found him attracted too, but maybe this was all part of the job: feign interest to get more tips. Eagerly though, Joel followed you towards the back of the room and watched as you entered another smaller room, much more private and distant from the front of the strip club. It was also much quieter, darker, but he can still visibly make you out. 

“So, Joel,” you said, shutting the door behind you both. “Is this okay?” 

“I– Uh,” he bit his lower lip. “I don’t see why not, darlin’. Is this okay with you?” 

You smiled at that. Not many men would be so polite and thoughtful as Joel and you found it endearing, charming actually. So, you walked towards him, entering his personal space until you were just a few inches away from him. He towered over you, but there was an aura about him that you found to be comforting, safe even. 

“More than okay with me.” Then, you moved your hands to his chest and gently pushed him until he was sitting on the sofa. Joel looked up at you, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He tried to remind himself that it would be absolutely embarrassing if he were to get an erection especially since it wasn’t going to lead to anything. It was just a dance. One dance and that was it. 

Or so he thought. 

Joel watched you turn the music on. It filtered the entire room, shutting out the rest of the people from the outside as he remained completely focused on you and the way your hips moved expertly to the beat of the song. 

It really had been such a long time since he had any connection with the opposite sex. Joel found himself craving more and more of you specifically, especially with the way your eyes locked onto his. It made him feel special, like no one else in this strip club was significant enough to have your attention. 

But here he was, eyes locked with yours as you moved your body to the beat of the song. 

Each step you took, you found yourself in a heated gaze with him. His eyes were piercing through your soul, looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and it gave you the confidence to continue, to prolong this dance as long as you could. 

If you're horny let's do it

Ride it, my pony

Slowly, you straddled his lap and moved your hands to rest on the back of the couch. You heard him let out a quiet grunt once you were on his lap and you tried your hardest not to falter when you felt his bulge press firmly against your heat. 

Still, your eyes remained locked with his and Joel kept his hands on his sides, not sure what was appropriate or what was allowed. He certainly didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Joel felt your hips roll against him, applying just the right amount of pressure against the center of his jeans.

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

Your hips lifted from his own, but your body continued to move. You accentuated each move and gently reached down to grab his hands, allowing him to place them on your hips. Your hands moved from the back of the couch to his chest, running them slowly up and down and feeling the muscle from beneath your fingertips. 

Joel gripped your hips, fingertips digging gently into your skin as he allowed your body to move firmly against his. The feeling of your hands running along him made him even more excited and when you finally broke eye contact, Joel took this opportunity to watch your body move expertly to the song. 

You leaned forward, lips hovering near his ear as your hips rolled against him, planting yourself back against his lap. “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you whispered.

Joel groaned quietly in response and held you in place for a moment, pulling back to look up at you. “Oh, Sunshine, you have no idea.”

The way your name left his lips suddenly got you aroused and you felt a wetness settle between your legs. This was highly unprofessional, but there was just something about him that made you want more. 

You stood from his lap and bit your lower lip. You teased the string of your bikini, watching as his eyes raked over your frame. When he saw you reach for the string, watching you teasingly pull it undone, Joel had to compose himself. In just a few seconds, your chest would be exposed and part of him wanted to stop this, wanted to take you back home so that he could finish the only way he knew how, but he had to remind himself that to you, this was just a job. 

But as he was anticipating your top to fall from your body, it never came. Instead, Joel watched as you moved your hands to his knees and up his thighs before you turned around and gave him a good view of your backside. Joel grunted lowly, which the music managed to hide, as he continued to watch your hips move, your butt moving to firmly plant itself against his lap again. Joel felt his lower half throb and stir awake every time you met his eyes, every time your hips moved against his. 

And as you looked over your shoulder at him with your lower lip between your teeth, flashing him an innocent look, Joel felt himself almost lose his composure. 

He wanted you bad. 

Just once if I have the chance

The things I would do to you

You and your body

Your hands remained on his knees as your hips rolled against his. It was obvious that you could feel his throbbing erection against you and while normally that would be a sign for you to end the dance, you found it hard to stop yourself. 

You wanted more of him. 

Joel felt comfortable enough to allow his hands to roam your body, so he ran his hands up and down your sides as your hips moved against his own. He had to wonder if you were getting excited too, if you were getting wet at the feel of him and part of him was hoping that you would make the first move and tell him to meet you after work. 

That maybe he wasn’t as crazy as he thought to think that only he was feeling some sort of connection with you. 

If you’re horny let's do it

Ride it my pony

As the song came to an end, Joel found himself dreading the moment you had to get up and tell him that this was over. Instead, he was surprised when you stood from his lap only to straddle him again, except this time, your face mere inches from his and your chest pressing against his own.

God, Joel wanted you so badly. 

“So,” you whispered, lips hovering against his own. “What’s the verdict?”

Joel licked his lower lip. “I think you ruined me, darlin’.”

You let out a quiet giggle as your hands moved to his shoulders. “That so?”

Joel nodded. “I don’t think anyone can top that, Sunshine.” Then, he realized that the feeling was mutual. Once your name left his lips, he felt you squeeze your legs together while you remained on his lap and a quiet whimper escaped your lips. This gave Joel another inch of confidence as his hands moved to your hips. 

“If this ain’t professional, let me know, but…” Joel began. “I wanna take you home.” 

You bit your lower lip. “This never happens. I usually have a rule and–”

“I understand,” Joel interrupted, feeling embarrassed that he even suggested something so crazy. “This is your job and–”

“But I want you,” you said, interrupting him. 

“You do?” Joel asked, surprised. 

You leaned forward, whispering quietly into his ears. “I’m practically soaked, Joel.”

Joel growled at that and pulled back to look at you. “Can I take you home?” 

You smiled. There it was again. So polite and gentleman-like. You were sure that if it was any other man, they would have taken you right then and there, but Joel… Joel was different. 

“I’m off in a couple of hours.” 

Joel nodded. “I can wait.”

—

Two hours later Joel was outside in the parking lot, waiting for you. He had told Tommy exactly what happened and his younger brother was all too eager to let this happen, to leave him here without a ride. Joel wondered if you would change your mind, but when he saw you come out of the building dressed in leggings and an oversized hoodie, he found himself even more attracted to you now than when you were wearing that skimpy bikini. 

“Wow,” he called out. 

You smiled and walked over to him. You were sure that once he saw you dressed in an outfit that wasn’t revealing or without any makeup that he was going to change his mind. Besides, it helped that the only thing you were wearing earlier was a very tiny bikini that didn’t leave much to the imagination. So, you expected him to change his mind, that he didn’t want to take you home after realizing that you weren’t what he wanted anymore. 

But the way he was looking at you told you otherwise. Even now as your entire body was covered up, your hair in a messy bun, and bare faced, he was still looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Stop,” you blushed. 

“What?” Joel smiled. 

“You’re looking at me.”

He chuckled. “You’re nice to look at.”

“Even without the makeup and tiny bikini?”

“You know,” Joel smiled. “I think I like you better this way.” 

You blushed and set your bag into the backseat of your car. Joel gently took your hand and turned you around to face him. He bit his lower lip as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he began. “We can just go our separate ways and–”

You interrupted him with a kiss, lips pressing against his as you stood on your toes. Joel melted into you as one hand moved to your hip and the other to cup your cheek. But before it could go any further, you pulled away.

“I want this. I want you.” 

Joel nodded and leaned down to peck your lips. “Good because I want you too, darlin’.”

The drive was short to Joel’s house and you found it hard to focus when you felt his eyes on you as you drove. You spared him a few glances and while there was a look of hunger in his eyes, there was also a sense of appreciation; Joel looked at you like you mattered, like you were special, like you were the only woman who deserved his attention. 

You pulled into his driveway and glanced over at him. When he climbed out of your car, you saw him rush around to meet you by opening your door. He looked at you with a small smile as he extended a hand out for you. You felt butterflies swarming within you and part of you hoped that whatever was going to happen next would happen again. Sure, you hadn’t had sex with him (yet), but you were absolutely sure that you were going to want more of him. 

“You always this polite?” You asked, climbing out of your car with his help. 

Joel chuckled and led you inside. “Only to the pretty ones.” 

You bit your lower lip and felt a blush creep up along your cheeks. Once inside, you glanced around and immediately felt how warm and cozy it was. You saw a few photographs with Joel and Tommy, but when you saw a younger girl, you glanced over at him. You weren’t sure if this was only going to be a one time thing, so you didn’t bother to ask, didn’t bother to pry out personal information from him.

“You want anythin’ to drink, darlin’?” 

You nodded. “Sure. Water’s fine.” 

Joel gave you a quick kiss and walked down the hall to the kitchen. You followed him eagerly as your eyes still took in your surroundings. This was so much different than your small apartment. 

“My daughter’s at a sleepover,” Joel said, handing you a glass of water. 

Well, that answered your question. You took the glass from him and took a sip, looking up at him. “So, you’re a dad.” 

“I am.”

“Daddy,” you teased. “It fits you.”

Joel narrowed his eyes and let his eyes rake over your frame. Despite the clothes that you were wearing, all he could imagine was that skimpy bikini you were wearing and how you had almost removed your top for him earlier that night. He gently moved his hands to your hips, backing you into the counter, trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter. 

“You’re trouble, ain’t ya?” he whispered. 

“You want me to be?” You took another sip of your water before setting it aside. Slowly, you moved your hands to wrap around his shoulders, looking up at him. “I can be whatever you want me to be, Joel.”

Joel let out a quiet growl and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. “So, if I ask you to bend over for me, you’d do it?”

“Happily,” you replied, biting your lower lip. 

“And if I ask you to get down on your knees, you’d do that too?” 

You nodded, feeling the wetness pool between your legs almost immediately. “Oh yeah… And if you asked me to beg, I’d do that without question also.”

Joel groaned and moved his lips to your jawline, gently nipping along the way as he moved to the side of your neck. You whimpered, feeling his beard scratch against you. Your eyes fell shut and you tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for him. His lips moved along your skin, dragging teeth and tongue across plenty of hot spots that you didn’t realize you even had. 

You would be lying if you said your sex life was exciting, but the majority of the time, the men you had been with always seemed to only care about themselves. Though, it seemed like Joel was the type of man to cater to you and that brought an intense excitement that settled in the pit of your stomach. 

Joel moved his lips to your earlobe, gently nipping as he brought you flush against him. You could feel his bulge from beneath his jeans as you rolled your hips impatiently against him, needing contact and friction. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, darlin’,” Joel whispered huskily. “I’ll have you beggin’ for more.” 

You moaned quietly and gently pushed him away. He looked down at you with darkened eyes as you watched him reach down to squeeze himself. Clearing your throat, you grabbed his hand and led him back down towards the hall.

“Where’s your room?”

“Upstairs.” 

Nodding, you led him upstairs and once at the top, allowed Joel to lead the way. Once inside his room, you shut the door behind the both of you. Glancing around, you noticed how spacious it was and how big his bed was too. Everything in his room was neat, but his bed was messy. You had to wonder if he had done this often; you didn’t see any pictures of any women and he didn’t wear a wedding ring, so you assumed he was single. 

Joel must have caught on to what you were thinking because he stepped up behind you and rested his hands on your hips. 

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” he whispered. 

“What’s a while?”

“Years,” Joel replied. 

“And you’re choosin’ me?” you asked, turning around to face him. 

Joel chuckled and nodded. “You did a number on me, Sunshine. That dance earlier tonight did a number on me. I haven’t wanted anyone more than I want you right now.” 

You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips lightly. “Condom?” 

Joel nodded and pulled away to walk towards his drawer. You could hear him rummaging through it before he pulled one out and held it up in your direction with a grin. 

“You want another dance, Joel?” you asked, biting your lower lip.

Joel didn’t hesitate. He simply nodded and sat at the edge of his bed, looking up at you in anticipation. You let out a quiet chuckle and looked around him, taking note of the radio on top of his dresser. Turning it on, you smiled immediately at the song that came on. 

Girl, it's only you

Have it your way

And if you want you can decide

And if you'll have me

I can provide everything that you desire

Slowly, you grabbed the end of your hoodie and pulled it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra. So, when Joel finally took notice of your exposed chest, he sucked in a breath and moved a hand to the center of his pants, palming it slowly. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. 

You smiled and tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, slowly pulling them down your legs. He watched you kick the fabric aside as you stood in front of him with only a white, lacey thong on. 

Joel watched your hips slowly move from side to side, but he felt a bit overwhelmed. He didn’t know where to look; you were so beautiful and he found himself looking at you from top to bottom repeatedly. 

Though, when he saw you drop to your knees and slowly crawl towards him, he let out a quiet grunt in anticipation. He shifted at the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as you sat up on your knees between his legs. He felt your hands run up his shins to his knees and thighs before your fingers quickly worked to undo his belt and button of his jeans. 

Joel unzipped his pants and pulled it down his legs, kicking them to the side as his member pressed against the fabric of his loose boxers. He reached the end of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it over his shoulder as his eyes remained focused on you. 

You bit your lower lip as you watched him undress. The wetness between your legs were becoming increasingly noticeable as your eyes raked over his frame. He was certainly built, muscles flexed in his arms and chest and as your eyes deviated to his manhood, you just knew that he was big. Probably bigger than you ever had. 

Say, if you get a feeling

Feeling that I am feeling

Won't you come closer to me, baby?

You've already got me right where you want me, baby

Your hands moved along his thighs as your fingertips pushed the fabric of his boxers further up his thighs. From this angle, you could see a glimpse of his member and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. 

“I’m on my knees,” you whispered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on his bulge. “At your mercy, Joel…”

Joel groaned and moved a hand to cup your cheek, his fingers curling to grasp your hair. He pulled you back gently and used his other hand to gently bring you to your feet. 

“I want that dance first,” he smiled. As you stood between his legs, Joel ran his lips along your abdomen, placing gentle kisses as he looked up at you. He was at eye level with your exposed breasts and he leaned forward to wrap his lips around a nipple, watching as your hands immediately moved to rest on his shoulders. Joel groaned against you, flicking his tongue repeatedly against your as it erected within his lips. 

“Joel…” you whimpered, fingernails digging into his skin. “I– I can’t dance if you keep doin’ that.” 

Joel smiled and pulled away. “Okay, okay. I couldn’t resist. You’re goddamn beautiful.”

You blushed and allowed yourself to listen to the music, your body immediately swaying slowly to the slow tempo beat. You straddled his hips, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you firmly pressed yourself against the center of his boxers. The thin fabric of your thong and his boxers separated the both of you, but it gave you a glimpse of how aroused he was. 

Slowly, you rolled your hips, feeling him pulsate from beneath the fabric. You groaned quietly, keeping your eyes focused on him as you leaned forward to press your forehead against his. Joel’s hands moved to your hips, lowering them until he was grasping each butt cheek in his large hands. He gave your backside a hard squeeze, bringing you firmly against him with each roll of your hips.

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Joel would be lying if he said that he couldn’t feel the heat coming from between your legs. With each roll of your hips, he could feel your wetness stain his boxers and it only excited him even further. He knew that it would be tough to let you go after tonight; Joel wasn’t the type of person to sleep with multiple people, which is probably why he didn’t do this often. 

He hadn’t even gotten a taste of you yet and already, Joel was planning the next time he was going to have you over. You piqued his interest in a way he never felt before and while he wasn’t sure what that really meant, Joel was leaning into this entire experience. He knew for sure that he would never hear the end of it from Tommy. 

“Joel,” you whispered, letting out a quiet moan. “Tell me what to do.” 

Joel smiled to himself and gently moved his lips to your neck, watching as you arched into him. Your hips rolled against him, slowing it down enough to feel the outline of his length pressing against your clothed sex. 

“Get on your knees,” Joel said, looking up at you. 

Your eyes lit up in excitement and stood up from his lap, slowly lowering yourself on your knees in front of him. You watched him reach for his boxers and once he lowered them down his legs to reveal his erected manhood, you immediately squeezed your legs together. Clearing your throat, you ran your hands up his legs, inching closer and closer to his member. 

Joel groaned in anticipation. He felt his member twitch as your hands moved closer to him and once he felt your hand wrap around his length, he let out a quiet moan. Joel bit his lower lip as he watched your hand stroke his base eagerly and once he saw you lean forward to wrap your lips around him, Joel was sure that he would have exploded right there. 

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Your hand could barely wrap around Joel’s girth and when your lips finally wrapped around him, you had to remind yourself to remain calm, to take it slow despite your urge to see how much you could take him before your gag reflex kicked in. 

You saw how his head tilted back and his eyes fell shut at the sensations you were giving him. He was naked before you and while you had his member in your mouth, you felt so much more aroused and excited. He obviously took care of his body, but he wasn’t overly ripped either. He was…

Perfect. 

Your saliva was coating his member as you began to bob your head up and down, finding the right rhythm with the strokes your hand was doing at the base of his member. You gasped when you felt him reach down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you away from his length with a quiet pop. 

He was looking down at you with dark, hooded eyes and chest heaving up and down rapidly as his member stood erect between his legs. You licked your lips and looked up at him, flashing him a small smile. 

“Now that I don’t mind begging to do.” you smiled. 

Joel growled and helped you to your feet. He stood with you and he looked at you from top to bottom before his hands grabbed the fabric of your thong before ripping it in half. You squeaked in surprise and stood in front of him, completely exposed and bare for his lingering eyes. 

“You’re wet for me, ain’t you, darlin’?” he asked. His hand remained in your hair and he gently squeezed to make you tilt your head back for him. Joel grunted, using his free hand to move between your legs, running his finger along the length of your sex. He leaned down and whispered huskily, “Oh, you’re soaked.”

“Told you,” you whimpered. “Joel, please…” 

Joel grinned against you and gently placed you on his bed, watching as you immediately spread your legs for him. He growled at the sight of you and settled himself between you, running his fingertips along the inside of your legs.

I'd love to make you wet

In between your thighs 'cause

I love when it comes inside you

I get so excited when I'm around you, baby

Joel was leaning back against his knees as your legs remained parted for him. His body did a great job with keeping your legs apart, especially when he ran his thumb along the length of your sex, seeing you squirm against his touch. He found your clit and slowly rubbed it in circles, watching as your back arched at the sudden sensation.

The tip of his member brushed against you, causing you both to let out a quiet groan. Joel didn’t falter for a second as his thumb continued to rub your clit in circles, applying pressure as he continued. With his other hand, he reached down and ran it along your abdomen and up to your breasts, massaging one into the pit of his palm. Slowly, he moved his thumb from your clit and slowly inserted one finger past your depths. Immediately, he felt your wetness and the tightness of your walls surrounding his single digit. 

“Joel!” You moaned aloud, moving your hands to grip at his sheets. Your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched, trying to squirm away from him. 

He grinned and moved his hand from your breast to drape over your waist, keeping you pinned against the bed as he began to move his finger in and out of you at a rapid pace. The sound of your wetness was heard, even over the quiet background noise of the radio. Joel licked his lips and slowly pulled away from you, bringing his finger to his lips. He sucked your wetness from his finger and grabbed the condom, tearing the wrapper open before he slid it over his throbbing length.

You slowly pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist once more. Joel was looking up at you with anticipation and you reached between your bodies to grasp his member, lining it up with your sex. You lifted your hips and kept your eyes focused on him before slowly lowering yourself onto his manhood, feeling a slight tinge of pain of his girth stretching you from the inside. 

Joel groaned at your tightness, his hands moving to your hips and giving it a tight squeeze.

“You are tight,” he growled.

“Maybe you’re just big,” you teased, feeling so full of him as you remained still on his lap once he filled you to the hilt. 

“Mmm,” he replied. “I’d say it’s both, baby.” 

Slowly, you rolled your hips against his own and allowed yourself to feel every inch of his length. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as you felt your walls slowly begin to give way to the size of him. 

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

Say, I wanna know how does it feel

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

“Joel,” you moaned, eyes falling shut as you began to lift your hips up and down his member. Your walls remained tight around him, milking him with each movement. 

Joel groaned quietly, fingertips digging into your hips as he helped you move along his length. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you; he knew how good of a dance you were, how well your hips moved, but as he remained buried deep within your depths, it gave him a different experience altogether. 

He held your hips still, giving himself enough space to begin thrusting upwards. Joel focused solely on you, how your eyes remained shut, mouth agape with moans continuously escaping your lips, and how your hands had squeezed his shoulders to hold onto him. With each upward thrust, Joel watched your breasts bounce, especially as his thrusts began to become a bit more erratic, a bit more rough. 

“Fuck,” you moaned aloud, slamming yourself down onto him as you felt yourself suddenly reach your climax. You collapsed down onto him, body trembling as your walls tightened even further around him. “Joel… Oh my god…”

He groaned at the feel of your walls tightening around him, wrapping around him in such a tight vice that Joel knew he was close too. It had been such a long time since he had sex that even he was surprised he was lasting as long as he was. 

Suddenly, Joel pulled out of you and scrambled to his feet. You watched him carefully, body feeling limp and your legs feeling shaky. Joel turned you so that you were on all fours which gave you the much needed rest as you pressed your cheek against the mattress. Your backside remained in the air and when Joel grabbed your hips to pull back against him, you were sure that another orgasm was fast approaching. 

Joel grasped his member and slid himself past your folds and into your tight depths. He let out a groan once he felt your warmth and wetness encompass his length, taking his time to slowly push himself further into you. He watched as your hands immediately moved to reach back, gently pushing at his lower abdomen as a sign that you probably couldn’t handle another. Joel took this as a challenge and grabbed your hands, holding your wrists and placing them firmly against your lower back. 

Now, you were definitely at his mercy. 

As Joel continued his slow thrusts, he heard your moans filter throughout his room, bouncing off the walls and mixing in with the sound of the radio and the sound of skin slapping against each other. His hips slowly rolled against yours, pulling out to his tip before he slammed himself back into you. Joel did this for a few more thrusts before he began to quicken his pace. He couldn’t hold it in any longer; he was about ready to burst. 

Joel’s thrusts were erratic, his hips pounding into yours from behind as he kept a tight hold on your wrists. His pace was frantic, brutal, merciless as he used your tight walls to bring him closer and closer to his own release. 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, releasing your hands to hold onto your hips. “I’m gonna come, baby…”

You looked over your shoulder at him and bit your lower lip, meeting his thrusts with a push back of your own hips. He kept his eyes focused on you and slammed into you roughly, causing you to flatten onto the bed as he finally came. Joel’s body shuddered at his climax, panting against you. 

He pressed soft and lazy kisses along the back of your shoulder before pulling out with a groan. Joel removed the condom and tied a knot before tossing it in the trash. He then moved to lie next to you, his eyes raking over your backside before you turned to lie on your back, giving him another great view of your exposed front.

“You’re perfect,” Joel blurted, looking over at you. 

Smiling, you leaned over to press a gentle kiss on his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever–”

“Been fucked like that before?” he grinned. 

You licked your lower lip and nodded. “You definitely know what you’re doin’.” 

“Could say the same to you, Sunshine.” Joel winked. 

You looked up at him and quietly asked, “Should I go?” 

“What?” Joel asked, surprised. 

“I mean, do you want me to go?”

Immediately, he shook his head and wrapped his arms around your frame. “Hell no. I’m thinkin’ I should keep you.” 

You blushed and looked into his eyes. “So, this isn’t just a one time thing?” 

“Do you want it to be?” 

You shook your head. “No… I’d like to do this more often.”

Joel smiled and leaned down to capture your lips. Slowly, you found yourself leaning into him, his lips moving expertly with yours that it caused a sudden surge of excitement through your veins. 

“Then, it’s settled,” Joel began. “I’m keepin’ you, darlin’.” He leaned down and moved his lips from your own to your jawline and the side of your neck. Slowly, Joel settled himself between your legs as his lips moved further down your body. 

“Joel…” you whimpered. 

“I’m keepin’ you all to myself,” he murmured against you, nipping at your skin. “And I’ve been wantin’ to taste you all night long.” Joel was at eye level with your sex, running the length of his tongue along you which caused a loud moan to escape your lips. 

He pulled away briefly to look up at you, smiling to himself. While he hadn’t expected this night to go this way, he certainly wasn’t complaining. Joel was hooked and there was no way he was ever letting you go now. 

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #tlou hbo #tlou hbo fanfic #joel miller #joel miller hbo #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller hbo fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #one-shot #jwritesfanfics oneshot #jwritesfanfics one-shot #story: guys night out #joel miller pre-apocalypse #pedrostories

[tragantia]

I've been thinking about the 2nd part to my 'Severen during your period' headcanons, aaand the gremlin man himself has taken possession of my mind and won't leave me alone until I write this. Will I succeed at purging Severen from my system? I don't think so.

Also, I know people normally post warnings and stuff, but Severen is his own warning imo.

Severen Van Sickle – NSFW headcanons

As a bi woman, I have the authoritas to say: yes, he´s a bi king. Big bi energy. Doesn´t actually care about what's what, if he likes it, he's gonna get it. Does it have a penis? Great. A vagina? Cute. Both? Fangggtastic. Count him in, darlin'.

That being said, he loves tits. Could spend hours biting, licking, sucking. Play with his too, he likes it and can cum just from that if you're good.

In the same line as Lestat during TVL, I do think in the past he would have found men to be more appealing than women, simply because he would have had more of a common ground with them, and would have found them more interesting. He would still have had sex with women and gone to brothels regularly. But a real emotional and sexual connection? It would have taken a really unusual lady to achieve that.

Which brings me to... Being from the Wild West, he most likely lost his virginity in a brothel, or at least with a prostitute. Unless you count those times when he was still on his early teens and he and another guy would play with each other, almost innocently, trying to see what's what and how it feels, but knowing very well they can't get caught.

He's got a nice dick, not massive but long and thick. Definitely knows how to use it. Has nice big balls too, loves it if you play with them, he himself will caress them if you're giving him head.

He's hairy, it's sexy, and he knows it. Doesn't wash himself much, he likes his natural smell, and likes to smell himself on his partners as a way of showing ownership. He prefers his partners soft and freshly shaved – may even shave you himself and then eat you out.

He knows what he's doing. He's a pro. Even before being turned, he was nothing but an hedonist, and pretty much lived to do risky shit, drink, gamble and fuck. He's easy to sleep with, but difficult to keep. He can fuck you so hard and good that you'll cry, both from pain and pleasure.

He has no shame. I can think of very few things he wouldn't do when it comes to sex, and even then he may try them once to see what it's like. Also he has like, 1000 kinks. I think if he likes you, everything has the potential of becoming a kink. Pretty feet? He's suddenly into feet.

Also really into dirty talking: if he's so crude on a regular basis, you can imagine the kind of filth that comes out of his mouth in the bedroom. Also LOUD.

BLOOD KINK. I don't think I need to explain. He loves to bite his partners, but this leads to them turning... so he is sure to kill all of them afterwards. The other ones have susprised him in more than one occasion naked and completely covered in blood after his last date got out of hand – again.

If he's turned you, this escalates to a whole new level. He's constantly biting you and drinking from you, even when you're not having sex. He loves it too much, and it makes him feel close to you. It's also a sign of ownership – no one else can bite you like he does. So, sadistic: pain is pleasure.

Also a masochist. If you drink from him, get ready for the most pornographic moan you've ever heard – he's gonna cum hard.

PERIOD KINK. Again, no comments needed, but how can he resist when he catches the sweet smell coming from your pussy? Smells like delicious Christmas dinner to him.

He's a dom through and through. He likes to chase, flirt and seduce, and once he's got you trapped between his body and the mattress (or in the nearest surface) he's gonna let you know who's calling the shots.

Saying this, he does have a very playful side, and you could easily seduce him into letting you do all sorts of naughty things to him. If it feels good and it's depraved, he's all for it.

He will be his asshole self and taint you, mock you and bully you through the entire thing though. It's part of his charm. If you manage to shut him up and make him a moaning mess, he would find it sooo hot.

Will fuck you everywhere and anywhere. If there's an itch to scratch, there's a way.

If you don't have a penis, he may let you use a strap on him. Plus points if he rides you making cowboy noises. You know he would make yeehaw noises during sex. C'mon. You ride him? Yee. He rides you? Haw. 100% would refer to himself as a bronco, and to his partner as a mare etc as if already seen in other fics.

He's very dominant, but I think he has the ability of being very silly during sex and still make it really fucking hot. He would make you laugh and two seconds later you're crying and screaming from how hard he's ruining you. The only time when he'll be completely serious is if he's hate-fucking you or marking territory. Also, spanking? Yes, please?

Why can I see him fucking with his sunglasses on?

Loves to eat you out: he eats pussy, dick and ass like a boss. It's not just how experienced he is, he genuinely likes it so much he's simply really good. The way he moves his mouth and tongue is absolutely sinful. 69? Say no more.

Adores it when you give him head. Easily his favourite thing alongside with drinking blood. He will let you get comfortable and then grab your head and face-fuck you. Will take his dick out and slap your face with it, then spit on you, calling you names and making you carry on. Please swallow his cum and kiss him, he loves to taste himself in your mouth.

Filthy. Loves cum swapping. Will make you squirt if you can, then cum inside you, then lick it all up as he eats you out, moaning like the sex crazed maniac that he is. Loves to cum all over you, and doesn't like it when you wipe it off.

A bit of a breeding kink, even if he's unable to get you pregnant. Loves to cum deep inside you and tell you how he's filling you up, how good your pussy or asshole is milking him, what a good girl/boy you are for him.

Won't. Leave you. Alone. Always trying to rile you up for another round. If he's not having sex, he's thinking about it most of the time (like that Buffy episode when she reads Xander's mind lol).

Unashamedly likes porn. He's mostly into dark BDSM material, the kind of thing that was hard to come across in the 80s. Still, if one day you're in a city with an adult cinema, he's dragging you in and you end up giving each other a handjob as you watch the film. He loves it if you're shy about it, he's gonna ruin that innocence.

Exhibitionist. He loves people to see him having sex. He's good and he's hot, he likes to put on a good show. He would also like to take pictures and make short films with you if you're up for it. He once took a video of his partner jerking him off from behind until he came all over his chest and balls, he genuinely thinks it's the hottest thing ever and would soooo post it online if he could.

I think he had a threesome with the pick-up truck ladies before killing them. So yeah, into threesomes and orgies, and will love giving orders to his partners and having them horny for him, answering to whatever he wants them to do. It's all about the power dynamics. Very territorial with his partner if he has one, though. Won't like anyone else to touch them.

But, nothing beats the blood. Vampires are of course sexual creatures, but Severen legit gets hard every single time he feeds.

Loves to watch you being aggressive and brutal. If he watches you feed, get ready because he's gonna show you just how much he's enjoyed the show.

Very touchy and cuddly. If there is an emotional connection, he will pull you to his chest and cuddle you as he smokes until you fall asleep. Can get very soft after sex, but ooonly if he has a partner. If that's not the case, it's feeding time.

He's basically terrible and so much fun. Would be the best sex in your life – if you survive, of course.

I need Holy Water after this. Was this too long? It probably was too long. Now I'm gonna go and cry myself to sleep because I can't have him in this life 😌

#severen #near dark #severen van sickle #near dark 1987 #bill paxton #severen x reader #severen van sickle x reader #severen headcanons #severen near dark #slashers #vampire

[silens-oro]

wip wednesday

steapa x f!dane reader

synopsis: finan, ever the schemer, tries to play matchmaker.

an: this will be a stand alone one shot that will be filled with filth and debauchery once it is finished 😈this was written on my phone so no word count or editing. we die like s*****.

warnings: talks of sex and maiming, but neither act happens. Finance’s mouth is it’s own warning.

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“I’ve noticed something,” Finan said as he sat next to you on the bench you occupied. All of the men had dispersed once you made it to Winchester -for food, sleep, women, or a combination of the three. You decided to head to the closest ale house for some food and drink to unwind after your long journey before you went to bed.

Your body ached, as did your belly. You tried to not let Finan’s interruption ruin the meal in front of you.

A hearty bowl of stewed beef with chunks of carrot, potato, and onion steamed in front of you, a hunk of crusty bread in your hand to dip into the thick broth. You were mid-dunk into the bowl when Finan spotted you.

“Is it that you refuse to give me a moment’s peace?” You grumbled, finally bringing the soaked bread to your mouth. You nearly groaned at the taste and feel of a hot meal. You threw Finan a look as you chewed. “You’ve lost your shadow?” You referenced Osferth, who had grown quite the attachment to Finan, as you dig into the bowl with your spoon.

“Praying, what else would be be doing? And do not deflect from my questioning.” He playfully reprimanded.

“I merely wished to know where to find the boy so I could tether him to you so you’d leave me be,” you said through a mouthful of stew. “What are you doing bothering me? Will no woman take your coin for the night?” You grinned.

“Any woman would be happy to take my coin, thank you. But my question still stands: Why do you not take a man to bed?” You dropped the bread to the table and abandoned the spoon in the bowl to turn your body to face the Irishman.

“Excuse me?” Offense was clear as day on your face as you glared at him. “Who I take to bed does not concern you.”

“Anywhere we stop, the men find their ladies of the night, but you never take anyone to bed. Why is that?” Your head tiled back as you sighed. There goes your meal for the night.

“You do not know this.” You argued.

“Ah, but I do.”

“Why does this matter?” You grumbled, bringing your cup of ale to you lips. “How would you know my whereabouts when you’re occupied?”

“Because you always have the same look on your face before I leave to hump and when I’m finished.” He had a point. “It is a good stress reliever. You seem wound up, more so than usual. If you need help-”

“No!” You stopped him mid-sentence, your dagger out in the blink of an eye and pointed at Finan. “Do not finish that sentence if you wish to keep your tongue.”

“It was merely a suggestion,”

“Merely do not suggest,” you spat. His grin only widened at your growing frustration. A few moments passed where you were both in a standoff with your stares, and your dagger pointed at him, before you stood down. The blade was placed on the table, pointed at him in warning. “There’s a reason I don’t allow any of you fools into my bed. I intend to keep it that way.”

“I think it would help. From one friend to another, you need to let loose a little.”

“Let loose? Finan, are you aware of the anatomy differences between you and I?”

“I am intimately aware,” He wiggled his thick brows.

“Then you would know that only one of us is capable of becoming with child,” Finan grimaced at your point, then his eyes lit up with a thought.

“They make a tea for that!”

“Yes I am intimately aware of that, Finan,” You mocked him. His eyes widened, scandalized, but humored nonetheless. “I have ample supply on me, but there is still risk.”

“You minx!” Finan laughed. “Okay, minimal risk. What is the next?”

“The women, more or less are agreeable to look at, yes?” His head teetered from left to right with a shrug.

“Sometimes,”

“But most times you are able to find a woman you can stomach looking at,” You stated.

“I guess so.”

“Look around this ale house,” You said, let him scope out the patrons for a moment before bringing his attention back to you. “Do you see my problem?” Finan grimaced. “My best prospect is Steapa,” you nodded your head in his direction. Finan’s jaw dropped. “And even then I’d need a few more cups.” You shook your ale cup in front of Finan. The man was not disagreeable to your eyes, but he was massive. Gargantuan. There was no question that *all* of him was to proportion.

“Steapa?!” Finan said a little too loud, garnering the man in question’s attention towards your table. You punched Finan directly in the center of his chest, causing him to wheeze and double over on the table in pain.

You gave a short wave with an awkward smile at Steapa who sighed at the pair of you before shaking his head and guzzling more ale.

“Clearly he isn’t interested, and every other man who I could stomach doesn’t have the spine to approach me. It is no surprise. Saxon men are generally weak.”

“You really are unapproachable,” Finan agreed while rubbing his chest. He flinched when you made like you were going to hit him again. “Your face is constantly pinched. You look like you’ve sucked on a lemon,” he teased as he touched the tensed muscle between your brows.

“I wonder why,” you smacked his hand away from you.

“So this is my mission for the night, eh?” Finan wrapped an arm over your shoulder to put you in a near headlock. “We’ll find you a lad to hump so we can get that dazzling smile back on your face!” He said louder than he should’ve, catching the attention of a few men within the ale house -Steapa included. You could feel the heat radiate off of your face as whistles and hoots filled the room. Finan stood before you could stop him and he was off into the night.

Steapa caught your eye. He had a questioning look on his face, to which you just shook your head with a roll of your eyes. Chugging the last of your ale, you looked to the now cold stew in front of you with a sigh.

You heard the scrapes of chairs and benches on the floor, followed by boots heading in your direction.

“Any man who approaches me will be chewing on his own balls as a midnight snack!” You said without looking up. You made a show of fiddling with your dagger before sheathing it. The men who were going to approach sat back down without hesitation. Steapa’s eyes still followed you as you stood, put the hood of your cloak up and fled the ale house to find refuge in your bed.

#wip wednesday #the last kingdom #tlk imagine #the last kingdom imagine #Steapa #x reader #Steapa x reader #finan x reader #the app is behh in by a bitch so I can’t put a read more link #I’ll do it when I get home tonight #sorry 😞

[gothchickwriting]

Hello! I'd like to request a human young woman who was nice to Gyutaro when he was still human. Then after he became a demon he still had memories of her and decided he would "keep" her to "protect" her from the evil of the world (thank you)

This is a little long, but you know what? He deserves every bit. 😤 I wanna take care of him. And I hope every woman that threw rocks at him was eaten. Slowly.

TW: Mentions of prostitution, mentions of murder and violence, manga and anime spoilers. Reader is a prostitute in the Red Light District.

Gyutaro x Reader: Good Intentions

“Come in.”

The words catch Gyutaro off guard as you wave him over. His eyes, a unique and brilliant blue, strain as he looks into your dim house. There isn’t another soul in sight and maybe that’s why you’re offering your services at all. His eyes narrow and his legs shake to keep himself standing, but he doesn’t dare show such weakness in the open streets. “I don’t have money.” He rasps out.

He looks as if he’s going to run, unsure of which direction would be less treacherous until you wave him over again. Relief washes over you when he walks in. 

The inside wasn’t unlike where his mother lives and works. Often kicking him out so he doesn’t scare away her customers.

When he moves to fumble with your robe, you stiffen and grab his wrists. “What are you doing?” The question makes his mouth grow dry. His eyes are wide as they flicked about.

“You’re… working?” His answer comes out unsure. Why else would you speak to him? You look a few years older than himself. Old enough for such things to be expected, but not too old for it to be taboo that you haven’t married.

You let go of his wrists and the face you make confuses him. The closest he can pinpoint such an emotion to is disgust. After all, he’s seen such a face plenty of times. “I didn’t call you over for that. I… can’t stand how they treat you.” You’d seen it. The women throwing rocks at him, giggling to themselves as if they were better. How disgusting he must be to eat like an animal. And every insult that followed made your skin crawl.

He thinks he understands. You just can’t afford to lose your footing when you’re at the bottom of the barrel within the district already.

“Undress.” You’re blunt and he does as you ask.

You’re unsure how you didn’t openly weep as the evening went on. You’d bathed him. Gyutaro didn’t flinch as you washed over his bruises. No. He’d had much worse than the shaky touch of a woman who covered his lap with a stained cloth to try and preserve his modesty in such a place.

What broke you further is how he cried from the soft touches. He was filth. Guilt ate at him as he saw you carefully comb the dandruff and bugs from his head. The soft question of if you hurt him as he wept with each passing broke him further. The young man shook his head, scrubbing his eyes into his palms to try and make the tears stop. “No.” The answer comes out cracked. “I’m ruining your comb.” He said as if it were obvious, as if you were blind to not see such a problem.

Your mouth opens yet not a word comes out. The comb is forgotten and you can’t help but reach out and pull him close. Gyutaro wept his apologies into your bust. He clutches at you so desperately that you feel his nails pressing into your back. You shed a handful of tears as your hand smooths over his own back. It’s bare and you can feel every bump from how long he’s gone without a proper meal. Every scab from the district’s beatings.

The evening bleeds into dawn.

He’s bathed and in a robe that a previous customer didn’t collect after a drunken night as his dries from being washed. It shows you just how small his frame really is. He digs into plain rice and fish as if you had graced him with the finest meal before bed. You only had one. His head rests against your shoulder, taking the sight of you in as you rest.

You’re a Celestial Maiden. He’s sure. You’re just trapped here like him. Gyutaro has the first decent sleep of his life as your presence envelopes him.

He’s gone before the first cracks of sun peek out. There wasn’t a chance that he’d risk what poor livelihood you had. He wanders the streets and hesitates before caking his clothes and himself in dirt. No. He wouldn’t risk the one good thing he’d been blessed with.

It becomes a habit as he lingers by your home. Men come and go. He doesn’t care. You never invite them in the way you did him once your customers dwindled into nothing. Your smile reaches your eyes. You grow comfortable. He grows comfortable.

How you carefully bathe him, wash his clothes, feed him, and let him rest in your bed when you can makes him feel like he can finally breathe. He feels as if the hand he’s been dealt is finally working in his favor. 

He promises himself one night as the glow of the waning moon hits your face just right that he would marry you. You’ll never need to feel dirty again.

It all went uphill from there. His mother is dead, Ume is coming of age, and he gets a job after impressing the women in your area after taking what you were due by a man who attempted to not pay you for your services. The looks they give him as he hands the women what they were due reminds him of why he loves you so much. They look at him as if he’s dirtied the pocket change they sold themselves for.

It all changes in a night.

The clattering as your home is trashed fills your ears. It deafens Ume’s cries for Gyutaro, for you, for anyone to save her. To help her. The smell of burning skin and shrieks are seared into you as you shrink further into one of the forgotten crevices behind your home. You smother yourself as you weep. You’re sorry. Truly. But you didn’t want to meet the same end. You just wanted out of here. 

You cry harder as Gyutaro’s calls for help fill the night air. Curses and cries and begs. He hesitates once he sees the mess of your home and runs further down the street, further away from where you had hidden yourself when those in the district were burning his sister. When they were looking for the two of you.

As the night continues, you don’t think you have tears left to shed. You feel numb. The night only terrified you more as shrill shrieks fill district. You force yourself to move. You ran as far as your feet would take you and more.

You thought it would be over once you’d settled into a different area. You were getting more money. The hope of getting out of here was starting to bloom. You enter your quarters one night to see two figures, and before you can call out you’re pulled in.

He’s different. 

Gyutaro’s bigger, muscular, yet somehow more emaciated than before. Ume is part of the background as she plays with the new tools of your trade. The makeup you’ve gotten enhances her beauty, content to listen for now as her brother’s gaze soaked you in.

“What happened?” His voice still comes out in a rasp. Ume slows and tips her head to better hear your response. You didn’t need him to clarify

“I was getting Ume new clothes-“ Your lie is shaky, but you remember how you both had been joking of how quickly she was growing. It would have been time soon. “And when I came back into town, I heard screaming so I ran.” You swallowed. “I heard that everyone in our area died because of monsters, so I started a new life. I thought you two were dead.” That part is honest. The hands on your face are familiar yet so different.

They cup your cheeks harder and breathe out a sigh he’d been holding in. The love of his life, his Celestial Maiden, couldn’t possibly lie about such a thing. He pulls you in, able to place his chin on top of your head like you had done to him so many times. “Come with us.”

You realize it isn’t a question. “I can’t.” You shake your head. Your heart wanted it, and, while they were different now, you were the real monster that had left them to die. You didn’t deserve such an offer. The sound of heavy sacks of money hitting the floor draws your attention back to Ume, who’s now standing. She watched you with care and hints of the same desperation. Her brother asked for very little and she’d ensure that he got what he wanted.

“I picked each and every corpse of our district,” Gyutaro admitted, swaying slightly. You felt so small in his arms now, so right. He left you reeling as he continued. “And I’ll do it until you both live like Empresses. You’ll never need or want again.” He wants to keep you. Just like this. He wants to keep his blessing in his pocket until he can make such statements true.

You don’t see the belt that creeps towards you. Your mouth opens wordlessly and he can’t help but smile at how stunned you are. How oblivious you are. It’s why you needed them. You feel the chaste press of his lips against your forehead before you’re swallowed up, preserving you in such a memory within Daki’s fabrics.

#x reader #female reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #request #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #daki

[sorceress-queen]

Hi! for the spotify ask: 6, 18, and 27

Also I think it'd be neat if you wrote a fic based on the lyrics if you feel inspired 😊

Not going to lie this took an unexpected turn with one of the little fics I made based on the songs 🙈. Hope you enjoy! And thank you! Wouldn't mind trying my hand at doing more tbh.

6.: Still/The Neva Flows (reprise) by Ramin Karimloo & Christy Altomare (song from the Anastasia musical)

🎶 The children

Their voices

A man makes painful choices

He does what's necessary, Anya

For Russia, my beauty

What choice but simple duty 🎶

Short fic set around after s2 and between s3 possibly, the seasons mush together in my head

The screams from the druid camps haunt Arthur in his sleep, the women, the men, but most of all it is the children that come back to him at night during his dreams.

He tells himself that it is for the greater good, that magic only ever brought pain and destruction upon Camelot, upon his kingdom, whenever he awakens in the morning, still shaken by what he saw by what he did.

Perhaps, this is why he takes part in any and all raids himself, not only because he is searching for Morgana. That he has to be present, needs to do his duty, follow in his father's footsteps.

Where else could he go now?

He is not King yet, he can't backtrack on his father's stance on magic, and after all he has seen, Arthur cannot bring himself to readily accept magic as a force for good. Morgause was the one that took Morgana away, magic took his mother away, magic... made his father into what he is.

Made Arthur what he is. A man makes painful choices, a Prince has no choice in the duties he has to do. At least that is what he tells himself after another scorhed camp, more cries to fill his head, another day to add to the tally of Morgana being gone. Arthur cannot imagine what she would think of him if she knew what he has been doing. He could argue about the necessities of his actions, but he knows that it would be a futile argument with Morgana; but there is nothing he wouldn't give to have her shout his head off, to hear her voice again.

18. Please by Daisy Jones & The Six

🎶 Please, I'm down on my knees

I have a family

Please, it's an awful disease 🎶

&

🎶Oh, please give me a second chance

Please, I'm the worst at this

I need you to say no, please🎶

Arthur & Morgana have an affair, set in modern times, smutty, honestly pure filth, he is cheating on his wife

Arthur knows he should not be railing the raven-haired woman, Morgana, on top of his desk inside his office, not with the party happenong outside. Not with his wife present, his father present. But he cannot help himself with her, one look, one suggestive curl of those red lips of hers and he is a goner. His mouth latches onto her neck, his grip on her thighs tightening as his lips brush against her necklace, his gift for her birthday from a year ago.

The pendant dangles low between her breasts, an inscription within it, a short quote from the book she gave him for Christmas, three years ago. The blond man looks up at her as he pulls back from her neck, desperate to catch at least a glimpse of her pleasured expression, of Morgana with her guard down, a sight he came to treasure and desire to possess more than anything in the world.

Her fingers curl in his hair and without a word he pulls away from her completely and gets between her spread legs, he eats her out, like a man famished. He does not stop until he has her begging and even then he goes on some more before composing himself enough to stand and cup her face in his hands making sure that she is alright.

He kisses her forehead as they embrace, her leg nudging his body to be flush against hers. "Morgana..." he starts, he truly should be stepping away now, for good, finish their affair once and for all. Return to the party, to his wife, but as his eyes meet hers again, his fate is sealed. Her mouth returns to his, her soft moans fill his ears, her scent, the feel of her around his length.

The cycle continues on, there is no end in sight, not between them, the constant push and pull that defines their entire relationship, makes it impossible for either of them to ever truly break up.

27. Cosimo & Contessina by Paolo Buonvino from the i Medici soundtrack, no lyrics (just vibes)

I suppose this is a half-baked attempt at the idea of Arthur as King and Morgana as Queen, once again au. I wrote this while listening to the music on repeat, and just jotting down what came to my mind.

They have built something together, a legacy to last for generations to come, the Pendragon name equal with that of legends. And yet there is a discord between them, there always has been.

A matter that brought great dichotomy for all that came to the royal court for an audience, to find the King and Queen be in disagreement over so many rulings and yet rule as one, have a family as one, a happy one at that. For as much as Arthur and Morgana disagreed on matters, there were many other causes they agreed on, found compromise if necessary.

Her fiery sense of justice found a home in the calmness of his own. While giving him room to express himself, to become the King he was always meant to be, to become what Camelot wanted, what she wanted.

And Morgana was the Queen that she was always meant to be, what she was born to be for Camelot. Having her champion by her side, having his ears on all matters, somebody she could confide in and sooth her worries, while she aided him in his own troubles.

#answered #arthur x morgana #ArMor #morgana x arthur #lyric fic #ooc answer #fanfic #writing

[incarnelia]

an instance of daoist transgender sorcery

there's this old paper by isabelle robinet i reread like half a year ago which around the middle of p. 46 mentions an early medieval daoist text yuanshi wulao chishu yupian zhenwen tianshu jing which contains instructions for talismans which transform your gender. obviously that's pretty cool so here's my go at a translation. (i figured i might as well share it) i will admit i'm only a private student of classical chinese but the language is Relatively easy to follow and i'm reasonably confident in the majority of my translation (nonetheless i beg indulgence for any errors...). not to mention the ctext edition (this is the original with the talismans proper, this is the punctuated version that's the base for my translation) is extremely accessible . so here, i hope you enjoy maybe someone vaguely in my internet circle will get something out of this .

(something of a sequel to that citation on gender transformation as an ill omen in han times)

九天太素陽生符，元始付太上丈人，其文在赤書後劫，見日宮之陽。

The talisman of yang generation of the Great Simplicity in the Nine Heavens was handed down by the Primordial Commencement to the Old Man of the Most High; its text resided in the Red Writings. After an eon, it manifested the yang of the Sun Palace.

玄都紫微宮舊格，丹書白素，方五寸，清齋百日，入室思日精，含而吞之，與日同壽，天地俱存，思靈念真，形自能飛。存濁炁於口，符既出而死也。一名生真券，一名八威龍書。女吞此符後，生為男身。

According to the old rules of the Palace of Purple Tenuity in the Mysterious Capital, it is written in vermilion on white silk, five inches square. After pure fasting of a hundred days, enter the chamber and meditate on solar essence. Encompass and swallow it. One will share the same longevity with the sun, persisting together with Heaven and Earth — meditate on numinosity and think on perfection, and one's form will be able to fly of itself. If turbid qi is visualized in the mouth, then the talisman will leave and one will die. Another name is the certificate of generating perfection; another name is the dragon-writing of the Eight Majesties. After a woman swallows this talisman, they will generate a male body.

三天太玄陰生符，元始以付太上大道君，其文在赤書後二劫，見月之上館。

The talisman of yin generation of the Great Mystery in the Three Heavens was handed down by the Primordial Commencement to the Most High Great Lord of the Way; its text resided in the Red Writings. After two eons, it manifested the High Office of the Moon.

玄都紫微宮舊格，黑書黃繒，方五寸，清齋百日，入室思月精；含而吞之，與月同壽。道士欲尸解者，黑書木刀劍，抱而臥，即為代人形而死矣。行此宜精，他念穢濁于口，符即出，身即死。此符一名化形券，一名九陰靈書，男人吞此符後，化為女子。

According to the old rules of the Palace of Purple Tenuity in the Mysterious Capital, it is written in black on yellow silk, five inches square. After pure fasting for a hundred days, enter the chamber and meditate on lunar essence. Encompass and swallow it — one will share the same longevity with the moon. Daoists who desire liberation from the corpse should write it in black on a wooden sword, embrace it, and go to sleep; it will take on your human form and die. When practicing this proper essence, if one has other thoughts of filth or turbidity in the mouth, the talisman will leave, and the body will die. Another name for this talisman is the certificate of transforming forms; another name is the numinous writing of the Nine Yin. After men swallow this talisman, they will transform into women.

此二符，陰陽二氣，日月之精，自不精身苦志，慎輕服御，惟清齋合式，即能無窮。

With these two talismans—the Two Qi of yin and yang and the essences of the sun and moon—even if one does not refine one's own body or discipline the will, cautiously making light of clothing and deportment, and only engages in the ceremony of the pure fast, they will be able to be boundless.

#i know i presuppose a familiarity with the traditions of the shangqing and lingbao which i doubt many have... #cun aren't really Exactly inches but its good enough an analogy; same for “eon”/kalpa here #daoism #occultism #it goes without saying that there's a real and unpleasant degree of oppositional sexism baked into yin-yang theory #nonetheless i think the underlying potential/intention here is delightful #(another topic of interest in this vein is symbolic male pregnancy and female masculinization in the daoist internal alchemical tradition)

[moodindigov]

lol lmao imagine giving unfinished snippets of a scene bcs u accidentally deleted the rest of it and you cant get it back bcs u write in ur notes app…haha…anyways here’s a small snippit of brendan and neksa scene that probably still has a note or two of mine there ill rewrite it when i have time

Brendan heard her yelp before he saw her again. He sat up straighter and stopped his mindless leg swinging. It was easy to spot the girl, her familiar figure sticking out like a sore thumb on the empty London street.

Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail held high on her head and her linen dress was filthy with grime and hard work.

It wasn’t uncommon to see young women and girls a mess of dirt and sweat, not anymore. It never was to Brendan in the first place.

In his family, no matter what you were—boy, girl, woman, man; everyone was given a job. And no matter the filth or shit you’d had to stick your hands into, the piss stained sewers and foul smelling slums, that job was to be completed without failure. Because failure meant death and an unimaginable sense of grief he couldn’t seem to escape.

Brendan shakily exhaled.

The financial crisis that Britain was going through, (The Devil’s Decade according to his father) was helping naught with business either. Hittin’ the North hard, his Da had told him and Jess once. They were lucky to live in the home they did with food on their plates and proper rooms to sleep in. A reminder of those words sat true outside their windows every night with eyes of defeat.

And foolishly he realized that with his reflecting came staring, and staring seemed to get the girl’s attention. <(better transition)

“Hey, you! What’re you starin’ at?“ she yelled over to him. He startled and looked around before stupidly realizing she was talking to him. She rolled her eyes and started walking closer to where he was sat.

Walk away, his mind whispered. It’s just another girl, walk away. You’ve got barely five minutes ‘til you’re expected back, sack it off. And yet, he couldn’t. For some reason, this girl, this completely average, filthy as dirt girl drew his attention. And maybe it was her dark shining eyes, or the pure spunk in her voice. Maybe it was the kindness and the small semblance of peace she gave him, something to settle to constant buzzing in his mind. He shouldn’t. He needs to walk away, never to see her again—

“You alright?” he asked her suddenly and she cocked her head.

“I’m perfectly content,” she started, “are you alright? You look properly down in the dumps. Don’t see a reason for it, either, you look lucked out.” Lucked out in the poor reality of failing families and lost homes he was, he grimly mused to himself.

“I’m fine.” The girl (he really had to learn her name) didn’t seem to be convinced.

“Oh, and I’m the Queen’s niece,” she scoffed. “You look constipated with all that thinking you’re doing.”

Brendan huffed with indignation. “I am fine. Leave me be, go back to milkin’ cows or whatever you do.” He walked away, once and for all he declared to himself.

“Do you talk to everyone you meet that way?” She stomped over to his moving figure and kept a steady pace with him.

He resolutely ignored her. She didn’t seem to like that.

“Hello? Anyone there?” Brendan huffed as she hesitantly poked his arm. “Oh, don’t be a big baby. What is it with men and getting sensitive when talking about feelings?” She mumbled the last part under her breath but Brendan heard her clear as day.

Maybe he’d run into Jess, or (gods forbid) his Da. They’d get him out of this situation. Well, he scowled, his idiot twin would run off without a second thought once he caught his eye. He clenched his jaw and the pretty girl seemed to notice.

“Is that it? You don’t want to talk about feelings?” She asked, not unkindly.

Brendan shouldn’t answer. He shouldn’t. He should keep walking away like he’d do to any other lady, any other lad, towards a house that wasn’t a home, could never be a home.

— end

#the slumps tgl #the great library #tgl #rachel caine #jess brightwell #brendan brightwell #neksa #idk her last name #mood indigo #christopher wolfe

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 52 SANSA IV (pages 678-688)

Sansa gets her first period.

-

Sansa dug her nails into her hand. she could feel the fear in her tummy, twisting and pinching, worse every day. Nightmares of the day Princess Myrcella had sailed still troubled her sleep;

*recalls Sansa vs. nightmares of the bred riots (tv edition)*

Oh dear. I don't think that's fear in your tummy, sweetheart.

They had hemmed her in and thrown filth at her and tried to pull her off her horse, and would have done worse if the Hound had not cut his way to her side. (...) Try not to be afraid! he said.

Stop making me like you asshat! Ooooh, that's cheating! Sorry, I just, really like that he said try not to be afraid rather than don't be afraid. It just feels more comforting and less demanding on an already stressed young girl.

"Give your Florian a little kiss now. A kiss for luck." He swayed toward her. Sansa dodged the wet groping lips, kissed him lightly on an unshaven sheek, and bid him goodnight.

I'll give you a "kiss" *hefts steel chair* come here >:3

Turning back to the stair, Sansa climbed. The smoke blotted out the stars and the thin crescent of moon, so the roof was dark and thick with shadows.

I know I've been having fun with 'interpreting' the visions and dreams and stuff the past few chapters, but we do all (myself included) need to remember how hind-sighted visions are. In a narrative it's easy because the author often wants the events to tie together in a certain way, but even then there is always room for different interpretations.

Take for instance this chapter. We are being reminded multiple times that King's Landing is being bathed in smoke. King's Landing which is on a salt water coastline. Born of smoke and salt could now fit basically anyone in or around King's Landing at this point in time.

Case in point: Sansa has been weeping a lot (extra salt for the salt checkbox) because she's getting her first period (if I have my chapters and events correct) which is a "gateway" to womanhood in many cultures, and reflects more viscerally the idea "kill the boy and let the man be born" train of thought. If we wanted to do some crack takes, we could use this to say Sansa is Azor Ahai Confirmed.

She's not, probably, but we could say it.

Hell, Cersei could be Azor Ah-hoooo my gosh someone find a fic author and make that happen! X'D Azor Ahai!Cersei XD

... and just like that Sandor's made me dislike him again. He's so grumpy. And not in a fun way.

...Damn that's a violent period dream. For a second there I was kind of reminded of Dany's first vision through the doors, it was the "Women swarmed over her like weasels" I think, but the phrase from the vision described the men as "rattish"

Gods, Sansa is so terrified. First periods are always scary, even when you know what's going on because it's this change that you can't really wrap your head around until after, and for Sansa it's more than just that, it's another layer of illusionary safety being violently torn away from her.

Also, just as a point of interest, Blood is a Protein Stain. Cold water and a cake of your normal hand soap will remove most fresh stains from clothing and sheets, don't use hot water, warm to hot water actually makes fresh blood stains set. For older stains, glycerine can help to break them up, just dab a bit on the stain and give it a light scrub before washing with cold water and soap.

And when I say glycerine, I mean the stuff from your first aid kit for wound care, also called glycerin or glycerol. not the nitro for exploding stuff.

Queen Cersei laughed. "Wait until you birth a child, Sansa. A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough... and the parts that look like magic are the messiest of all."

Not super looking forward to Cersei's POV's, cause I've heard things, and I would like to pretend she actually has some intelligence a little longer. Look at this scene. My gosh. For a moment there I almost thought Cersei gave a shit and was commiserating.

This woman has some opinions, and not all of them are complete trash, but damn she needs some therapy... but damn everyone in this series needs some therapy.

"Joffrey will show you no such devotion, I fear. You could thank your sister for that, if she weren't dead. He's never been able to forget that day on the Trident when you saw her shame him, so he shames you in turn. You're stronger than you seem, though. I expect you'll survive a bit of humiliation. I did. -"

So first of all, I understand that had Arya not been in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing, the situation would never have been possible BUT, consider for a moment, that it ALSO could have been avoided if Joffrey hadn't been such a piece of shit! So really he brought that shit on himself then made it everyone else's problem by being an insufferably self-absorb, overly entitled, rich little white bo-

... Joffrey isn't just a dude bro. He's Elon Musk with a violent streak.

I need a moment...

...

Where was I?

Second of all! Oh look, Cersei is Pro Cycles of Abuse. "I suffered so every one else should suffer too. It's equality UwU"

*Kicks Cersei off a tower* This. Is. SPARTA!!!!

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #sansa stark #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

[callsign-joyride]

Yankee Rose | J.H.S | 1.2

Summary: Getting called back to Top Gun couldn't have come at a better time for Erica "Miami" Kazansky. This was her fourth time being called back to Top Gun, and the failing marriage made her as excited as ever to go back. As one chapter ends, another one begins, but the connotation of that statement is up to interpretation.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky

Content warnings: Me not knowing anything about the Navy, SMUT (this is FILTH), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v

xii. Workin For A Livin

SERIES MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART | TAGLIST

A/N: This is the dress that I pictured Erica wearing if anyone was curious.

It took quite a bit of effort for Erica to talk Jake out of driving her to the awards ceremony. She didn’t want him to see the dress until they were there, but she also didn’t want to tell him that.

“Don’t you have to be there early for your speech?” She asked.

“Cyclone never said anything about it. We’re probably gonna be out late and I don’t want you driving if you’re gonna be tired.”

He had a point.

“I’m getting ready with Phoenix at her and Rooster’s apartment. The worst case is that I sleep on their couch if I’m too tired to make the fifteen minute drive from here to there.”

When the night for the awards ceremony rolled around, Jake walked into the bedroom right as Erica was putting the dress in a bag. He only caught a glimpse of the color, but that definitely wasn’t enough. He figured out that she didn’t want him to see the dress, but that didn’t stop him from imagining what it was going to look like. She put her bag by the door and they talked in the kitchen for a while before Phoenix came to pick her up. 

“I love you,” she said. They exchanged a quick kiss before she walked to the door.

“I love you, too. I can’t wait to see you in that dress.”

Erica chuckled before leaving the house. She was practically vibrating with excitement as she got ready with Phoenix. Bradley was in and out of the room a lot, but that was something that she was used to.

“You look nice,” he said.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

They ended up being late to the ceremony. Bradley insisted on taking the Bronco, which resulted in arguments from Erica and Nat. (“We’re both wearing heels and dresses, Bradshaw. I hope you’re prepared and willing to carry two women in and out of that stupid thing,” Phoenix said. She only called him Bradshaw when she was mad at him.) Even though they were running a few minutes late at that point, Bradley still decided to drive like an old man. (“I’ll strangle you if you don’t step on the gas a little more. Jesus Christ, that lady is going faster than you and she looks like she’s seventy,” Erica said.) So they were fifteen minutes late because they didn’t leave on time. Everyone was socializing when they walked in, and Erica was glad that they hadn’t missed anything important.

“Holy shit,” Fanboy said as he hit Jake’s shoulders. Jake looked up and his jaw dropped. The dress that Erica picked was perfect in every sense of the word. Of course, he thought that it would look just as good, if not, better if it was on the floor, but that was neither here nor there. He watched as Erica talked to Warlock and his son before she finally started to walk over to the table that the rest of the Dagger Squad had been sitting at.

“You look great tonight,” he whispered into her ear. She smiled and leaned into him for a bit before Cyclone got on the stage. He made a short speech thanking everyone for being there, and announced that they were going to try and make the awards part of the banquet go as fast as possible so that everyone could have fun.

The Dagger Squad got called to the stage to accept their awards and that was when Jake gave his speech. It seemed like everyone was surprised, because for once, Jake put his ego away. Other people got their awards, and it wasn’t too long before music started to play. Erica had a sip of her drink before hitting the dancefloor with Phoenix. They made sure that everyone was out of their seats by the time Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire started. (Let’s be real, you can’t not dance to that song.) Everyone was laughing by the time the song had ended. Erica went back to the table to get her drink, and a few moments passed before she felt Jake’s arms around her waist.

“Can I talk to you for a few minutes?” He whispered into her ear. She could tell by the seductive tone that he wanted to do more than talk, so she took his hand and led him to a secluded and dark corner of the large room. She was quickly pushed against the wall with Jake’s hands on her hips as he kissed her neck. 

“Okay, not that I’m complaining, but I’m sure people are wondering where we are even though we didn’t leave the room,” she said.

“Let them. Is this a new perfume?” He asked.

She nodded her head.

“You should wear it more often. I was gonna say that I think the dress would look better on the floor but, you know, we were right next to Bradley and I don’t want Cyclone and Mav to have to break up a fight.”

She chuckled before moving one of her hands down to palm him over his pants. He grunted into her ear and moved his hips forward. The moment didn’t last long before she pulled away and started to actually walk away from him.

“I gotta go talk to Cyclone,” she said.

“You’re such a tease.”

Erica did have to talk to Cyclone, but she kept the conversation short because he was with his wife and she knew that Jake was dying to get home. They barely made it to the car because they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The drive felt like it was taking forever, but they were both getting more impatient the closer they got to the house. As they walked in, Erica took her shoes off while Jake unzipped her dress. 

She squealed as Jake carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He quickly kicked his shoes off and took off his shirt before getting on top of her and starting to kiss her. She wrapped one of her legs around his hips to pull him closer as she could feel him grind his hips into hers. She gasped when Jake moved down and removed her underwear.

“You don’t need these,” he said before throwing them somewhere behind him. In an instant, he licked a stripe up her aching cunt, causing her to moan. He was relentless as he fingered her while sucking on her clit.

“Fuck, just like that. Oh my God, Jake, I’m close,” she gasped.

“Good, cum on my fingers, baby.”

“Jake!” She yelled as she came. He slowed down and moved up to kiss her. His heart rate started to quicken as she took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He kicked them away and climbed back on top of her, this time so that the tip of his cock was right at her entrance.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she whispered. They both moaned once he was fully inside of her, and he gave her a moment to get adjusted to him. His thrusts started out slow, but they quickened once he hit her cervix.

“Hold on,” he said as he pulled out.

“What are you doing?” She asked. She gasped as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and put her legs on his shoulders. She almost screamed at the pleasure that came with the new angle.

“I’m close,” she said.

“I know.”

With that, he reached down and started rubbing fast circles on her clit. He groaned as he felt her clench around him as she came. The was what sent him over the edge as he stopped and shot hot ropes of cum inside of her. He slowly pulled out so that she could relax her legs. He laid on her chest for a few minutes to catch his breath before getting a warm washcloth to clean them both off.

“My dress!” Erica exclaimed in a fit of laughter.

“Honey, that is a fuck me dress if I’ve ever seen one. I’m sure it would be fine if we washed it.”

She chuckled and they cuddled together for a few minutes before deciding to shower. They fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

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[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter. The PLAYBOY discussion today inspired me to write this little fic.

PLAYBOY

Before opening his eyes, Emmanuel reached across the bed to cuddle his wife; unfortunately, he was disappointed when he realized she wasn’t there. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, ready for the morning sun to blind him through the sheer curtains. Brigitte’s side felt cold, indicating she had left a while ago. Grabbing his iPhone off the nightstand, he was shocked when he saw the current time. He had never slept so late in his adult life. 

After using the bathroom, he went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. It was there that he discovered a handwritten note in the most beautiful writing: 

I went to the market. I’ll be back before 10. 

♥️ B

Emmanuel smiled when he heard the front door creak open, anxiously rushing off to greet his wife, not caring if the neighbours caught a glimpse of him wearing just his boxers. After a quick peck on the lips, he grabbed the brown paper bag from her arms. 

“Did you have a good sleep? It looked like you needed the rest, so I didn’t want to wake you.” Brigitte confessed. “You were snoring loudly too."

“I don’t think I’ve slept that late since I was a child.” He answered with a chuckle, placing another kiss on her lips. 

Setting the brown bag on the kitchen counter, he gasped when he saw the contents inside. Quickly, he yanked the magazine out of the bag and threw it on the table. 

“Brigitte! Why did you buy Playboy magazine?” 

Turning to face him, she answered calmly. “Please don't be mad but ….” 

He refused to let her finish, rudely interrupting her instead. “Our son is old enough to buy his own Playboy magazine! Did anyone see you purchase this filth at the check-out counter?” 

Brigitte anxiously ran her hands through her blonde hair, upset that her husband had interrupted her. “If you let me speak, I will explain that the magazine is not for our son. The Playboy is for me.” 

“You? Why?” Emmanuel asked, confused as to why his wife was suddenly interested in naked women.  

“Promise me you won’t be upset.” She waited for him to nod before she continued. “I was asked to pose for Playboy and I’m seriously considering it.” 

He gasped in horror, dramatically holding his chest. “You can’t be serious! Everyone will see you naked! No! No! I forbid it. How could you even consider doing something like this without asking me first?” 

“I resent that! I don’t need to ask your permission for anything. I’m a grown woman, capable of making my own decisions. Besides, I’m going to be 70 years old in 2 weeks. I was hoping this would make me feel sexy.” 

Emmanuel took a deep breath, trying his best to remain relaxed, but already feeling a stabbing pain in his chest. “Don’t I make you feel sexy? Isn’t my love enough for you? I guess not if you feel the need to show your body off in some tacky magazine! Our children and grandchildren will see these scandalous pictures! Strangers! Men all around the world will be seeing you the way I do! No! Absolutely not, I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine! End of discussion.” 

She folded her arms across her chest. “You don’t own me! I’m your wife - not your property!” 

“And as my wife, I will not allow this! How the hell could you even consider this?” Emmanuel began to pace back and forth, ready to unleash more anger. Just as he was about to make another valid point, he heard her laugh. “Oh! You think this is funny?” 

She covered her mouth with her hands and giggled. “April Fools, Chérie!” 

He stood for a moment, slowly comprehending what she just said. “This is a joke? You were just teasing me?”

“Of course, it was a joke! I would never pose for Playboy. I just wanted to have some fun with you.” Brigitte jokingly tossed the magazine at him, “here, you can keep it.” 

Emmanuel threw it on the table and pulled her into his embrace. He quickly glanced at the cover before turning his nose up at the half-naked woman with her legs spread open. “I’m only interested in looking at you.” 

She reached inside his boxers and teasingly squeezed him. "How about we go upstairs and I'll pretend to be your Playboy bunny."

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Brigittaaaaaa 😂 She sure knows out to get her man worked up... in all senses of the word hahahahaha and Emmanuel falling for it, the innocent child 😂

First she teases him, then she gets him to bed... that’s our sassy Queen! 😈

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter