#|| a deal with the devil || { v; modern }

[the-common-cowgirl]

Greater of Two Evils - Part 2

Summary: Aemond’s presence looms within you like a bad drug. You can’t deny him, you can’t run from him. He confines you to your own, private circle of the seven hells like you’re his property. His broodmare. His trophy.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, +18, MDNI

Warnings: Modern AU, DUBCON, Smut (fingering, p in v), manipulation, pregnancy test, forced pregnancy, misogyny, swearing, defensive dissociation, DD;DNE

Word Count: 4K

A/N: I wasn’t originally going to make this a series but y’all liked it soooo…..

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Negative.

“Fuck yes,” you nearly cried as you held up the pregnancy test in disbelief. Covering your mouth, trying not to draw attention to yourself in the apartment’s bathroom. Your brother was home; on the phone and upset about a deal a certain politician had blocked.

You were so happy though. You squealed into your hand as you looked at the door, hoping he wouldn’t come barging in and wondering the reason for your happy squeals.

He couldn’t know. Fuck. He couldn’t know.

Taking the test box and the strip, rolling it in toilet paper, you snuck to your own room down the hall without a second glance from your brother in a heated argument in the kitchen with Gods knows who.

You stuffed the rolled up test strip and box into your backpack before grabbing your Political Science book. You had a plan to throw the test away in a University trash bin and if your brother questioned you, you’d have an alibi: Political Science study group, meeting at 4 a.m. this afternoon, in twenty minutes. But thankfully, you went unnoticed as his discussion was heated and he paced the kitchen.

You hadn’t waited long for the bus -you had refused your brother’s offer of a private driver when you started University and for once, he accepted your refusal - before a strange black car pulled up. With no one around in the broad daylight, you weren’t frightened but you did take a step backward as the back passenger’s side window rolled down and then, your heart sank when you saw familiar silver locks.

“Get in,” Aemond commanded.

“I’m waiting for my bus.”

“Where are you going?” He nearly chuckled as if he knew you didn’t actually have a study group to get to.

“None of your business.” You looked anywhere but the car, trying to stop the bus that was due to come.

“Get in or I’ll have my people send pictures of you buying a pregnancy test to every media outlet in Dorne.”

Fuck.

You had no option but to open the door and slide into the car next to Aemond. Unfortunately, there was a dividing wall between the driver and the backseat and you grew nervous in Aemond’s presence alone. Silently hoping he just wanted information on your brother.

“What was the result?” He looked at you expectantly as you stared at the wall in front of you.

Oh Gods, oh Gods, no.

“Negative.” Cold, terrified.

“Hmm,” unamused, as if you told him a bad joke. He then placed a hand on your knee and every hair on your body stood at attention.

“And what did your brother think of my little game?”

He was referring to blocking your brother’s trade deal, not backing it, making it fall through.

“He was on the phone when I left,” seeing no reason to lie to the literal Devil, he’d find out one way or another. “He’s,” you paused, gulping as Aemond moved up your thigh, “angry.”

Aemond let out one dark chuckle, “Good.” He looked out the window, the car was driving aimlessly, “Where were you going?”

His question, this time, proved an opportunity to escape so you gave him the same lie you had prepared for your brother. “Political Science study group.”

Before you could think, Aemond grabbed your backpack and pulled it into his lap. You were too stunned to reach for it as he opened the bag and pulled out your Political Studies textbook. It was a heavy book, thick with a hardcover. If you didn’t hold it in two hands, your hand would cramp but Aemond, of course, held it in one, turning it over to confirm it was as you had said. He hummed and set the heavy book aside before digging through your bag to find the rolled up pregnancy test box with the negative strip inside.

Fuck.

Aemond procured the single lined strip and carefully inspected it before scoffing, “You’re going to a study group with a pregnancy test in your backpack?” He looked at you carefully, waiting for you to explain yourself.

You gulped, “Well, I-”

“Stop,” he cut, putting the negative test in the inner pocket of his suit jacket, “I don’t want to hear your lies. Driver-” he rolled a small window down and leaned forward, “Take us back to her apartment complex.” Aemond grabbed your phone from between your thighs and unlocked it, showing your face. Again, you were too stunned to do anything in retaliation, feeling like a dumb little girl in Aemond’s presence. You could see that he added your number to his phone and sent you a text, handing your phone back to you.

Tomorrow. 8pm. Tell your brother you’re going to a fall dance. Wear the green dress.

You looked from your phone to Aemond, wondering what he wanted you to do tomorrow and a pit started to form in your stomach. “My brother will never let me go to a dance.”

He chuckled, “He’ll be too preoccupied with tomorrow that he won’t care.” The car rolled to a stop, you looked out your window to see your apartment complex and every fiber in your being made you want to leap out of the car as fast as you could but you knew, deep down, it wasn’t safe to show Aemond how scared you were. He seemed to be a man that fed off the fear of others. You slowly opened the door and stepped out with your bag, phone and book - not entirely everything you had when you first entered the vehicle.

“Remember,” Aemond called from the car and you leaned down to look at him, “do as I say. Green dress. 8pm. Look presentable.”

You didn’t know why but his last words seemed to cut you deeper, look presentable. Did you not look so now? And why did you care what this psychopath thinks? Why did he have this invisible hold on you?

You didn’t know, but you nodded and watched the car drive away.

The next evening, you had showered, done your hair into loose waves, and fixed your makeup sultry but subtle. You paired everything with red lipstick and finally, it was time to slip into that damn green dress. The green dress that started everything. As you pulled it on, you felt your stomach lurch with the memories of that night. That night when Aemond played a game with you in the event space for the public’s eye only to play an even more, more sinister game with you upstairs. Gods, you were an idiot for allowing him to play with you. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let him do it again this time, but silently wondered how serious you were as you looked at yourself in the full length mirror of your bedroom. You looked ravishing, honestly, and you wondered why you let yourself look this nice with a man that had done what he did to you.

Before you could think deeper about your situation, your phone pinged with a text.

Outside. Don’t keep me waiting.

You grabbed your handbag and walked into the apartment where your brother was sitting in front of the floor to ceiling windows that made up the entirety of the west wall of the apartment. “I’m going out,” you called and your brother only raised a glass of whiskey in reply, not taking a glance your way as he worked away on his laptop.

He was stressed. He only drank at home when he was stressed. Whatever Aemond had done to make your brother’s night miserable had worked. You wondered what all Aemond had a hand in. He did not seem to be like a regular politician, or really, what you believed politicians should be.

Walking out of the apartment complex, you spotted a black sport’s car parked where the larger black car had been the day prior and you wondered if Aemond had driven himself.

Confirming your suspicions, a silver head got out of the driver’s seat and walked around to the passenger’s side to open the door for you. He was in all black, adorned with silver accents. His long silver hair was pulled into a low bun and his suit jacket was slim fitting. He looked hot. Of course, he always did.

You slipped into the passenger’s side but not without asking, “Where are we going?”

Aemond chuckled, “To make us official,” before shutting the door. You gulped in dread at his meaning of that comment. He slid into the driver’s seat beside you and started to drive. You noticed he was an aggressive, defensive driver, which was on par with everything else about him. “You’re not going to say anything that would indoctrinate me.” You started to sweat, worrying about where you were going. “Not if you want your brother to have a job tomorrow.”

You looked at Aemond this time, “What did you do?”

He chuckled and kept his eye peeled on the road, his large, pointy nose shielding his scar from view. “Rhoynar Industries is looking at a major split if Targ Co. keeps getting intercepted by failed trade legislation.”

You took in a deep breath that filled your lungs soothingly, worrying for your brother. “You’ve got your hands in a lot of different things don't you? It’s not just politics.”

Aemond’s hooded gaze flits over your silky green dress from your collarbone, to your breasts, to your knee at the slit of the fabric. His large, warm hand comes to rest on your bare knee and your hairs stand on end. “By the end of the night, I’m sure they’ll be in you too.”

HIs promise was revolting but for some reason, your body betrayed you and you felt a slight twinge of heat in your core.

He pulled up outside a fancy, five-star restaurant you’ve eaten at with your brother once before on a work dinner. Opening his door and giving his keys to the valet, you wait for him to come around and open the door for you, trying your best to please him and make him look like the perfect gentleman from the very start so maybe tonight, he’d just drop you off and leave you alone. You walk together toward the front of the restaurant, your arm wrapped snugly around his as he gives his last name and a waiter escorts you through the building to a private dining room where you notice some other silver headed people. Aemond pushes your chair as you sink down into it, only to sit beside you. A dark haired man is sitting next to you on your left and he offers his name, “Criston Cole,” before you offer him your own.

He eyes you suspiciously, that is, until Aemond leans forward and addresses him, “Mr. Cole.” It’s cold. Aemond is always cold but this is colder.

Criston’s lips thin, “Aemond.” Not, Mr. Targaryen, Aemond. Something akin to resentment was shared between those two men in their simple words and long stares.

Aemond’s hand snaked around your waist and he leaned in, “Be good,” he warned. You started to sweat.

“Aemond, when can we expect this trade legislation to be resolved?” A brown, curly haired man said from across the table. Smiling between you and Aemond suspiciously, as if he knew something that no one else in the room did.

Aemond straightened, seemingly all eyes were on him, “Roynar Industries is currently under a little….”he chose his word carefully, chuckling softly before he said it, “heat. We are expecting it to be resolved if all goes well tonight.”

Another silver haired man leaned in, resting his elbows on the table, “And what are we banking this on? If all goes well tonight with whom?”

You shifted in your seat, uneasy. “I believe my date’s brother is currently working on that.”

And suddenly, all eyes were on you. Heat pooled in your cheeks. Embarrassed and stunned, unsure what to say. It felt like the members of, what you believe Targ Co, were staring at you for several minutes, waiting. Knowing you’re different and also, the frenemy.

Finally, you procured a thought, “Yes, he’s working hard tonight.” You grabbed your water glass and sipped it slowly, hoping that your simple sentence would be satisfactory.

The silver haired man across the table chuckled, “Your date is the sister to an exec at Rhoynar? Isn’t that a little bit of a conflict of interest for you?”

“I don’t see why that concerns you Daemon.” Aemond’s tone was flat with finality and although the older silver haired man seemed like he would like to go on about this, he decided against it for whatever reason.

Dinner was served. Aemond had ordered for you. Lamb chops with mashed potatoes and green beans. A fancy version of a cheap meal, interesting. You did not eat, too sick with worry. Too worried to do the wrong thing. The group disbanded and said their goodbyes.

While you waited for the valet to bring Aemond’s car, you subconsciously rubbed your arms in the chill. Dorne was naturally a very hot place but the nights were cool. The brisk night air nipped at your exposed skin and suddenly, your arms were draped in Aemond’s coat. His scent surrounded you, his cologne spelled expensive, sharp, sultry, with a hint of cigarette smoke. You muttered a weak, “Thanks,” as he stepped around you and put his hand on your lower back as he guided you toward his car.

Ever the gentleman in public, he opened the door for you, allowing you to slip in gracefully before he walked around and slid in, firing up the loud engine and pulling away from the restaurant.

You had hoped you were good enough that he'd just bring you back home. You had hoped you were on a good date and played him up well, just wanting to go home. You had hoped you answered the questions you got perfectly and he’d let you go home.

But he didn’t.

Aemond pulled along the coast to a secluded area and you felt like you could cry.

Killing the engine, he stared over at you and you gazed down at your shoes. “You did good tonight,” he praised.

“Then let me go home,” you retorted almost angrily if you hadn’t been so scared.

Aemond chuckled and leaned over to you, grabbing the side of your face harshly and forcing you to look at him. You did and saw his eye was blown nearly black with lust, power, control. Barely any blue visible. “Get in the backseat, finish being a good girl and I’ll let you go home.”

You shivered as he released you, getting out of the car and wondering if it would be smart to just make a break for it, sprint as fast as you could down the coast. Could he chase you there? Was he faster than you on sand? You’d have to take off your heels beforehand and Aemond would know something was up then. But if you-

Your thoughts were cut short by him grabbing your forearm, looking down his nose at you, “Run then, run if you like. I like the chase.” Chills ran up your spine and you figured it would be safest to do what he said.

Aemond opened the door and sat in the backseat, pulling you atop him as he spread his legs and forced your legs over his own. He hiked up your dress to your hips unceremoniously and tore your underwear off you, making you gasp at how quickly and desperately he was working. He plunged two of his thick fingers inside you, making you whine in pain as you had not been prepared nor were the least amount of wet. Grasping his shoulders for purchase as he thrusted his digits inside you mercilessly.

“Please,” you begged, “please-gentler.” You knew you couldn’t beg for him to stop, he wouldn’t, but he might be kinder to you.

He purred a dark chuckle from his throat, looking at you through his hooded gaze. “Not my style baby,” pumping a few times even harder, “get used to it or don't. I don’t fucking care.” He leaned forward and sucked in your collarbone, neck, jawline, underneath your ear, and though, he did not ease up on your aching pussy, you did become wetter and wetter, relaxing around his and even pleasure building in your abdomen before he completely pulled out and away from you. His absence nearly made you whine and you immediately wondered what had come over you, whining for this demon’s fingers inside you again.

He pulled his throbbing, hard length with his freehand and pumped himself twice before lining up with your entrance then grasping your hips and forcing yourself down on him. You both moaned in unison once he bottomed out. You both sat in silence as the pair of you adjusted to the other. “Fuck yourself on me,” he demanded huskily, “ride my cock and I might let you come.”

The promise of an orgasm on the best dick you’ve ever taken outweighed the fact that it was attached to a monster and you began to spell your name on his dick, just like your friend in your English 400 course had said. You gripped his shoulders harshly, trying to steady yourself as you felt like everytime you sunk onto him again, you were splitting yourself in two; like a wedge hammering into a firewood. He’d make you burn. You knew it. You felt it in your very being as you left your morals and fears aside, your value and freedom aside, and gave in so quickly to this sadistic fucker. He was going to make you burn in his own, personal ninth circle of the seven hells.

“What a good girl she is,” he cooed, grasping a hip with one hand, beginning to grope your breast and play with your clothed, hardening nipple with his other hand. “Such a good girl for me this time around.”

He thrust up gently against your motions and made you gasp, pushing deeper than you were riding him initially. “Fuck,” you moaned and threw your head back, lost in ecstasy, lost in the fire he was setting upon you, lost on him.

Aemond’s long thumb traveled from your breast, up your throat and crooked into your mouth, hooking on your bottom jaw to harshly pull your head to look at him. “A dirty mouth on her,” he thrust up against your hips, kissing your cervix roughly, making you gasp against his thumb. “Not very lady-like. Not how the future Mrs. Targaryen should act.”

You stop your minstations to look at him, feeling the heat within your abdomen dying quickly, even against the spasms of his cock still inside you. “What?” Then immediately remembering he wanted to marry you, but only if you were pregnant- and you weren’t. He had no hold over you now, at least, none that extreme. “No, no, I’m not marrying you.” You moved to slide off of him but he gripped your hips firmly, feeling his cock bounce in you. “Aemond, what the fuck! I’m not fucking pregnant. This is a one-time thing!”

“I think you need to look at that test a little closer,” he grabs his phone from his dress pants around his thighs and unlocks it, sliding through his photos before clicking on a negative image of the pregnancy test you had taken afternoon before… and there it was, a bright line next to a faded, barely there line.

But how had you missed it?

Aemond clicked his phone off and threw it in the front seat, “I thought I saw another line, though faint,” he began explaining, “research is a wonderful tool to use and it only took a little bit to find that turning an image negative makes faint HcG lines prevalent.”

You felt numb, blank, barely absorbing his words.

“How many days late are you?”

Unless this was another manipulation tactic, not even your own test. Maybe he just grabbed a test from online.

“I asked you a question,” Aemond said more sternly this time, causing you to look at him like a deer in the headlights. “How many days late are you?”

Four. You were four days late. Only four days late…that’s nothing. “Four.”

Aemond nodded and thrust his still hardened cock into you, nearly taking the breath out of you as you had completely forgotten about the foreign object in your body, focusing on another.

Aemond sighed, “I suppose you don’t believe me.” You only looked back into his eyes, blankly, still too stunned to form a word. “I bought you another to convince yourself.”

Another test. A second chance at a negative.

He pushed you off of him and stuffed himself back into his pants unsatisfied and frustrated. Leaning forward into his glove compartment, he grabbed a box and handed it to you.

“Take it,” he ordered sternly and you could only look at him, blankly. “Now.”

“Here?” You were so confused, looking out of the window of the car, suddenly worried about other cars that were not there.

“Go behind the car or something.” He instructed, leaning across you and opening your door, and shoving you out.

You walked, confused and still shocked to the back of the car. Shaking legs carrying you the entire way. You felt numb, but also, your entire body shook with anxiety at what the test would read.

Bending down shamefully, feeling dirty, you urinated on the test strip and just leaned against the back of the car, watching the digital reader dance back and forth as it read your text for two minutes.

Finally….it read.

Pregnant.

Dread pooled in your stomach, sweat procured from every orifice in your body, you felt your legs nearly buckle.

Unsure of what to do, how to process anything, you climb into the backseat again, not taking your eyes off of the test that read your life-sentence.

“Satisfied?” Aemond asked, looking over at the test too and smiling.

“Why me?” Your voice was broken, far away.

“You’re his sister.” He said it simply, as if it made sense.

You looked up at him, glassy eyes with tears threatening to fall. He leaned forward, running a thumb through your pooling tears. “I need a good image. I need a family. A good wife.” Your brow furrowed, wondering why he chose this fucked up way to obtain it. “And your brother is in my way, it’s like a two for one deal for me.” Of course, everything was about him. His family, his wife, his life. Nothing was about anyone else to him. “Just help me bring your brother down and we will live happily-ever-after. I’ll give you everything you could ever want.”

You gulped with trepidation, “I just want to be happy.”

“Then I’ll buy you whatever happiness you need. Just give me what I need. I can’t buy that.” He always spoke as if everything he said made perfect sense, like you were a child and him the adult. “Marry me.”

“I don’t want to.”

Aemond huffed a sinister, frustrated chuckle, “Then you, your entire family and most of all, your brother is ruined. I have my finger on the trigger right now.”

“My mom and dad have nothing to do with this-”

“No but you love them,” he smirked at you, “and that’d hurt you.”

You threw your head back, covering your face with your hands. You wanted to cry, scream, hit him, hit yourself. “What,” dragging your hands slowly from your face, “happens if I say yes?”

Aemond smiled, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his pointed lips, kissing softly, “I’ll arrange for a wedding soon.”

You jerked your hand away from his hold, “I never said yes.”

He furrowed his brows, both scarred and untouched, and looked at you as if you were a circus act to amuse him, “Do you really think you have a choice?”

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[jeankluv]

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

��� Gojo Satoru

Short txt

Gojo your new hope

Ice skater reader & hockey player Gojo

Dad Gojo

Sugar baby Gojo

Reincarnation

One Shots

Happy Birthday my love

Dancing in the moon [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You were the crown princess of the kingdom and he was your knight. What would you do with those feelings you both had.❞

tags: angst, royalty, fluff, +18, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f), no use of y/n, character death no happy ending

Let me be the strong one

The prophecy

╰┈➤ ❝ Gojo Satoru knew he was the strongest, he perfectly knew. But that didn’t mean he didn’t cry and that night while everyone still preparing to fight Sukuna, he cried. He cried because he felt completely alone and only seen as a weapon. ❞

tags: angst, canon universe, manga spoilers, Gojo centric, lyrics, fluff, mutual feeling, no use of y/n, Gojo thinks reader hates him, open up for a second part.

Sweet boy [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You refused to spend your 33rd birthday alone after having been divorced for 4 months and who would have told you that going to a bar to spend your 33rd birthday would make you meet an attractive 25-year-old young man? ❞

tags: p in the v, older woman x younger man, sub Gojo, sugar baby Gojo, sugar mommy reader, smut, oral sex (f), ridding, age difference

You are my dad - Gojo & Megumi

╰┈➤ ❝ Megumi finally finds the courage to tell Gojo how he views him❞

tags: canon fix it, spoilers chapter 268, Megumi centric & pov, dadjo, Gojo and Megumi father-son dynamic, angst a bit, happy ending, everyone lives

loml

╰┈➤ ❝ You read the last letter Satoru left behind, where he expressed all his love and the wishes he had.❞

tags: heavy angst, character death, manga spoilers, canon universe, no happy ending

Series

Birdie

╰┈➤ ❝ While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you. ❞

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

status: on going

But daddy I love him [nsfw] (mini serie)

╰┈➤ ❝ If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair. ❞

tags: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n.

status: completed

🐉 Geto Suguru

One shots

I love you, it’s ruining my life

╰┈➤ ❝ You stood besides Geto for over a decade but despite loving him so much, it was ruining your life. ❞

Series

The forgotten boy

╰┈➤ ❝ He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity

Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.

"You remember me?"

You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”❞

tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]

🎀 Iori Utahime

One shots

I told you so [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her. ❞

tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s

A fairy song [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ On one of your hunting days, a melodious voice guides you through the forest until you come across the beautiful presence of a fairy with big hazel eyes and black hair. ❞

tags: +18, angst, injuries, Utahime is a fairy, reader is a human, scars, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, oral sex (f), cuddles, nipple play

🐯🐶Itafushi

When the cherry blossoms bloom

╰┈➤ ❝ Tsumiki once told Megumi that if he was able to catch a cherry blossom petal he could make a wish and it would come true.

“Please wake up Itadori…” He said against his closed fist. “Come back to me…” ❞

tags: Megumi centric fic, fluff Itafushi, post canon, canon fix, manga spoilers, Gojo-Megumi father son duo, everyone lives (except tsumiki I’m so sorry princess), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, two teens starting to fall in love with each other

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im asking this out of pure ignorance but I've always wondered how does hinduism handle people who are not hindu? i know Christianity is essentially 'be the right kind of christian or go to hell' (so much as to beleive that Jewish people are literally devils, for example) but i was wondering how hinduism deals w people who are in proximity but not of the same religion. also if a dalit or lower caste person converts from hinduism to another religion, how does that affect thier life and how they're treated? appreciate your answer if u feel like explaining ^__^

it depends, in some parts of the country the non hindu has the same status as the lower caste dalit by default – so exclusion but in most places its a detente where religious and caste endogamy is strictly maintained. housing and employment discrimination is v common. its actually much harder to marry under the special mariage act and violence against interfaith and intercaste couples by their own families is common. in 2023, the muslim is the designated enemy of the state. the christian was fooled by the british and/or money to give up their culture or is literally a foreign agent. if you're looking for a textual answer, the equivalent of the "infidel," there isn’t really one because the streamlining of the canonical religious texts and construction of the hindu is recent. hinduism has aimed to appropriate instead of convert.

in modern india, legally anyone who is not a christian or a muslim is treated as a hindu. you are hindu by default in india to the state, governed by hindu codes for marriage and inheritance. for indigenous tribals it is a matter of coercing their children to feel shame at the (state sponsored but outsourced to private religious groups, love privatisation!!!) residential schools about their animist practices and making them worship the proper gods. for sikhs, jains and buddhists their is marginally more toleration. but they are basically seen as wayward hindu sects. this does change when they're in conflict with the majority in a way that resists "national cohesion" – see sikh pogroms in 1984 and the recent moves against sikhism due to the invocation of khalistan in the farmers protests. when dalits convert to buddhism many right wingers will invoke the spectre of predatory conversions.

since you are supposed to be hindu by default, christians and muslims are then seen as invasive outsiders and conversions are regulated very strictly by many states. it is historically true that christian missionaries brought christianity as part of a broader civilising mission, but imo it says something really depressing about hinduism that its epithets for christians is 'ricebag converts' bc people apparently converted for a bag of rice. islam's foothold in the continent is older, accompanying immigration from the west as well as the sultanate and the mughals. returning these christians and muslims to the fold, or "ghar wapsi" is a major project of the hindutva right. note that india is home to one of the world's largest populations of muslims (~200mil).

lower caste dalits have long converted to christianity and islam but caste violence follows them there anyway. caste may have textual origins in religion and focus on ritual purity but it is a socioeconomic form of subjugation. this means that while still subject to caste violence, dalit christians and muslims will be denied redressal through state protections like legislations against anti caste violence or reservations because those are restricted to hindu dalits.

[jacevelaryonswife]

After Dark | Part One

He wanted your fire to surround him in the crowd and burn him slowly.

pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth | some moments of finan and sihtric.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving). English is NOT my first language. 4,1k of words.

after dark masterlist

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A black cape and a crown-like prop was all that could be seen of the woman on stage, making Osferth even more anxious for whatever happened next.

He was a virgin in this, in this kind of environment. Throughout his life the thought of being in a den of carnality was never considered, his religiosity more fervent than most of the people with whom he lived acted as a wall to avoid such a path, however, there was no guilt or shame in his chest at that moment, just a natural embarrassment to be exposed to such a scope. He was a good boy, very polite, humorous, witty and with good social skills, but when it came to going further with girls the scenario was different, scarier, shy and sloppy.

His first time was with a girl in college. She was sweet enough to guide the rhythm, they all guided the rhythm with him — which Osferth found very satisfying. He learned that he liked the lady in control, showing how, when and where he should touch her. In addition, his position was easier than taking control and having to concentrate so as not to end up too fast. He was a shrewd little shit in the end.

But none of that crossed his mind, not when all the lights went out again and an engaging melody echoed through the club making him mortally anxious and excited.

And then, exactly at the same time that the warm orange tone set fire to the stage and a male voice accompanied the instrumental, you were in full display to the audience with a wild posture. The cover that hid your body focused on the floor to reveal the simple black lingerie with props decorating both arms and a large yellow snake wrapped from his neck to his waist. You were absolutely stunning and sensual, especially when your hips began to move at a slow and seductive pace, almost graceful if you were not wanton, totally capturing his attention.

Watching her strolling in the night so white, wondering: Why It's only after dark?

Your eyes closed to sink in the music as you moved your body gently, handling the snake with a frightening naturalness even with the animal curling around your body. What if it suffocated you? Osferth thought dissuaded.

“Aye, mate, she seems to deal with snakes a lot,” Finan whispered without taking his eyes off the image of the woman ahead.

In her eyes, a distant fire lights, burns bright, wondering: Why it's only after dark?

And then when your eyes opened Osferth could swear that your irises were on fire, leaving your aura even more overwhelming than possible. You were not entangled in any poledance, which made your eyes travel along the audience with greater ease and stop in the direction of his. No, don't be stupid, she didn't look at me.

But he wanted it to be true. He wanted your fire to surround him in the crowd and burn him slowly.

Find myself in her room, feel the fever of my doom. Falling falling throught the floor, I'm mocking on the devils door.

And maybe Osferth's perception was right. Maybe you were really contemplating the young lamb ahead as a hungry louse, but that wasn’t an ordinary look, no, he felt almost invaded in his intimate space, as if you knew what he was thinking as you moved as gracefully as petals in contact with the wind. Not even when the other dancers collected the snake from your shoulders did the weight of your gaze soften, no, quite the contrary, your attention was clearly fixed on the central figure in front of the stage as you slowly floated on your bare feet.

Oh God, it couldn't be real.

Were you really coming towards him?"

In the dawn I wake up to find her gone, and a note, says: “Only after dark”.

Yes, you- No, I wasn't.

Moving a few centimeters to where Sihtric was, you went on to face him, dangerously approaching the threshold of the stage to caress him with your foot along his chest, abdomen and very close to his groin. "Can I, handsome?" You asked after stopping your movements and retreating your foot until you gently touched the base of the beer glass in front of it, receiving a positive nod. “Take it for me,” your order was firm and a little smooth. "Open your mouth."

After a few seconds, a feline and satisfied smile adorned your beautiful face when the Dane leaned over to receive the beer falling on a thread in his mouth, having his hair caressed during the process. “Such a good boy,” you praised him by handing him the glass to turn your attention to the young man next door.

Osferth's eyes sparkled when you stopped in front of him and moved your hips as you went down until your faces were level, leaving him redder than a ripe cherry. Your presence made his breathing fail and emitted enough heat to warm him on a harsh winter day, your firm and sweetnessous voice throwing a warm cloud towards him.

“Happy birthday, sweetie.”

"Thank you ma'am," he replied so quickly that he didn't realize the formal term. He's niver seen a woman like you before.

"Not so old yet, dear," you sent him the sexiest smile he ever received, apparently having fun with how disconcerted he seemed.

“He's just shy, sunshine,” Finan said with his accent thicker than usual.

Your attention was divided between the two men, looking at the Irishman while holding Osferth's chin with your warm touch. "Is he? I love shy little things," the savagery shone in your eyes, "especially when they are as handsome and blushing as you." You approached his face until your noses were touching.

His heart beat faster than a deer cornered by hunters and he was sure that if your lips kept shaving against his it would be even more difficult to hide the bulge between his pants. Maybe you had already noticed giving the open smile as you picked up the ballots that were thrown in your direction, getting up and walking to the central poledance. You took the prop off your head and threw it at the audience to the delight of them. Osferth was too static for his reflection to be fast enough to reach the object, luckily Finan was faster than the others and handed him over.

"Keep it."

Burning, burning in the flame, now I know her secret name. You can tear her temple down, but she'll be back and rule again.

Your movements were mesmerizing and precise, lavishing flexibility and sensuality to get him on his knees. When your feet touched the floor, you slowly sent your hands to your back towards the closure of the bra, looking at the audience that began to encourage your next act. He wasn't prepared for that. Especially when you looked at him and shook your head negatively. Several men howled asking to see your body, screaming, begging, making your laugh with malice and a hint of cruelty, denying them again

In my heart, a deep and dark lonely part wants her and waits for after dark.

Osferth realized that he wanted to feel the touch on his skin again, no, he needed to feel it.

After dark

He wanted your savage look only in his direction.

After dark

He wanted the overwhelming aura cornering him again.

After dark

He wanted everything.

God, he was lost.

“That's what I call a fucking show!” Finan's scream burst the bubble of lust that enveloped him, reminding him to breathe again.

Osferth never wanted so much to be subdued by a lady before. But unfortunately he was not the only one with the same thought and worried him even more when thousands of ballots were thrown in his direction.

“She's mine,” said a guy behind him.

"Not fucking. Leave that to me,” Finan said as he got up abruptly from his chair, going somewhere inside the club.

His mind was too stunned to reason what had just happened clearly, but he was warm and excited and it didn't matter if you slept with him just for the money, he wanted to have the damn experience. Fortunately Sihtric kept silent for a long time before asking Osferth what he had found, receiving a simple "It was good" from the blonde.

“I see,” the Dane laughed.

Of course he saw it, which in itself made him want to succumb.

“Where did Finan go?” He asked.

“Probably looking for your birthday present,” he replied bluntly, sending a very significant look.

What?

“What?” The youngest asked with wide eyes. Was he serious?

"Your birthday present," Sihtric repeated again, "You don't have to be nervous, she'll know what to do but I imagine it won't be cheap."

It wasn't a problem (depending on how much you were going to charge).

"What if she doesn't want to?" The question was genuine.

He took a long sip of what was left of his beer. “She is a stripper, wins who pays better and maybe someone pays better than Finan. I'm sorry for that."

Would you reject him? Yes, you could... but he wished so much that he didn't. It was anxious minutes waiting for the Irishman, his hands were sweating when he noticed other men going the same way as his friend went, however, only one of them came back faster than a man having his first time and made Osferth's heart accelerate.

“Come with me, quickly,” Finan almost dragged him from the chair down the same corridor. "They have rooms here, which turns out to be more expensive than the girl going to your house, but she was very clear about not going to cleintes' houses, ya see? Now, don't ask questions and enjoy the evening."

It was a lot to deal with in such a short time, but Osferth shook his head and asked:

“How much was it?"

"Don’t worry about it, she was very generous with ya."

"What do you mean?" His eyes narrowed.

"She's a premium girl and doesn't accept anyone. Logically, someone with our cash condition wouldn't handle it, but she liked ya. I'll still have to pay because of the percentage of the bosses, but it's much less than the whole amount," he explained as fast as he can given the proximity to the room, putting some packages of condoms in his pocket. “Now, go get her tiger. And I'll keep her crown,” he took the prop from the youngest's hands.

Being dropped in front of the door, Osferth took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall, arranging his hair and clothes before depositing fearful knocks against the door. Sweat accumulated in his hands and he wiping them on the side of his pants, taking a deep breath when his sweet permission filled his ears. The vision that presented you as soon as you entered the dark room with neon lights was of you sitting on the edge of the bed with a suggestive smile.

“Hi, sweet boy. Lock the door and come to me."

He almost cred towards you, stopping a few centimeters ago when you got up and stroked his cheek. "What's your name?"

His voice was flawed and nervous when answering: "It's Osferth, lady."

“Osferth. What a beautiful name,” you hummed. "What do you want me to do it?"

Everything. He wanted everything.

“I...” his neck warmed up when he tried to express what he would like to happen. His gaze fell on his feet in shame, unable to face yours for a long time. "I… I want you."

"Do you want me? How?” Your question was calm, with no intention of scaring you. “Physically? A conversation?”

“Physically.”

“Do you want me to take control, dear?"

Yes, for God's sake, yes.

“Yes, yes. I want it, please,” he begged with puppy eyes and a lovely pout.

A bright and satisfied smile shone in your features as you leaned against his lips.

“Okay sweetie, just relax, I’ll take care of you,” your hand circled the back of his neck while the other held the other side of his neck, starting a slow kiss that made his skin warm up.

His hands were surprisingly fast in wrapping your body and breaking any minimum existing distance, delighting in the radiated heat and the sensual way that your lips moved, your tongue asking for access to experience it calmly, but firmly, causing him a low moan when your fingers pulled some of the delicate threads from the nape of the neck. "Such a beautiful boy. I want to hear more where this sound came from."

Your lips connected again in a moist and sensual web that dissipated part of his apprehension. Osferth didn’t want to have sex with you because of Finan or any factor that could be associated, he wanted you because his desire consumed him with a burning and unknown urgency. He wanted you even more when your bold fingers climbed inside the shirt to throw it somewhere on the floor, caressing the milky skin with the tip of your nails and marking it with wet kisses along the jaw and neck.

Would people know what happened when they saw your claim about him? Finan and Sihtric for sure yes and he couldn't even care about the provocations he would hear.

Osferth returned to reality when your caresses stopped and your body went back to bed. "Take off your clothes for me, honey."

His neck warmed up again and he realized that you liked it a lot when he acted like a helpless sheep. He had a nice body, but it probably wasn't the coolest you've ever seen — he tought, made him even more shy.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of pretty boy, you're really good looking. Come here.”

He was sure from there that you were bewitching him like a succubus ready to devour him body and soul. There was no fear in the way he discarded his shoes and pants and went to meet him with the condom between his fingers.

"Good boy," you purred, pulling him into a demanding kiss as you sat on his lap, grinding in his bulge.

Holy J- you were a fucking provocation. His hands circled your waist and back, unconsciously (or consciously?) Encouraging your lascivious movements that made him grunt softly. “So precious, like a little lamb,” your hands pushed him lying against the mattress, kissing him sensually. Feeling bold and extremely aroused, Osferth requested access to your mouth with his tongue, gently leaning against you and moaning when you gently sucked the tip of his tongue. Your taste was citrus with a pinch of adocity and an alcoholic background, like a tropical drink. Your lips ran through the jaw, neck and velvety torso, leaving a moist trail of lust.

For a moment, when you pulled his underwear down with your teeth, he forgot to breathe properly.

“Has any girl go down on you before?” Your question brought him back to reality for a short time.

"N-no."

"Shame on them," licking your hand, you grabbed the base of his cock and masturbated him slowly. "You have such a beautiful cock." Oh heaven. Your hand was working so well, much better than any time he touched himself. "You want me to use my mouth, my sweet Osferth."

“Yes please, please.”

"Good boy."

Even absorbed, Osferth caught it when you took the condom and wrapped it in the length of it, lowering it with a smile on your face to grab it like a popsicle. He moaned loudly and held your hair instinctively but without pulling. It was almost heavenly to have your mouth taking him in such a provocative and wanton way, so intense that he almost came when you moved the velvety balls.

Your provocation continued by concentrating your tongue on the coated tip that leaked pre cum, involving the bulbous part and sucking while moving the length with your hand. He was sure he went closest to the sky and came back when your warm mouth took him deep and vibrated around him, making him hold your hair more firmly. “Don't. Wait. I'm gonna-“

"You have an hour with me, dear, do you think you can give me more than one?" Your question was tempting, especially with the malice in your beautiful face and the continuous movement of your hand. "I'd love to feel you inside me."

Oh fuck, that immediately sent him to an intense peak and faster than he planned, but so overwhelming and hot that his legs burned. How sinful of him was to associate what you did with something heavenly, when in fact it was a blasphemy to the sacred. His body was red and a little sweaty, strong breathing and terribly satisfied. No other good girl has brought him such euphoria before.

No good girl removed the used condom and pumped it with ypur expenses on the summit of pleasure.

You certainly weren't a good girl.

"Did you like it?" Your question came after a while, lying next to him and gently caressing the contour of his chest.

“A lot. I've never... never been so good."

Your eyes sweetened as you contemplated his figure, receiving a satisfied smile in response.

"You're so sweet." You leaned over to chastely kiss his lips. "Any girl would be lucky to have someone like you."

His cheeks blushed and he looked away in shyness. You were being so nice. Maybe that's why he didn't calculate his next words. "Why are you here?" Oh no, idiot, why would I ask something like that? Your regret was almost instantaneous. "You don't have to answer, I'm sorry, it was an intimate question, I'm sorry."

"No problem, it's not a tragic story or something," you laughed softly. "I needed money and I needed it fast. It's not as terrible as it seems, I usually don't need to fuck with customers to pay the bills and the dance is enough, but little things like you that can't be ignored, so I had to make exceptions. And you, why are you here?"

"I... it was my friend's idea, Finan. A bet actually I lost. I didn't imagine this would happen," he said meekly, heart warming with his revelation. "Don't you usually do that?" He asked. "That," he emphasized.

“No. Most customers are not attractive and I’m a demanding girl," you purred and leaned against his chest, smoothing his beautiful angular face. "And you're handsome."

"You’re very beautiful too," he smoothed your back and gave a chaste kiss on your forehead, which made you chuckle on his skin.

And then, against his will, you walked away and knelt on the bed, removing your bra to reveal your beautiful tits and massage them dramatically.

“Mm, I'd love to have your big hands on me. Do you want to touch me?"

Fuckin hell.

He almost jumped on the mattress to reach you, covering your soft breasts completely with both hands, squeezing, playing, experimenting, enjoying...

“You're so gorgeous,” he was practically drooling over your appearance. “Damn it.”

“Mmm,” you smoothed the soft and milky chest in front of you, delighting in the touch that was replaced by his mouth after begging you (unnecessarily) from the puppy's eyes to smear your skin.

Osferth delighted in her soft breasts, sucking and licking the halo with desire, vigor and tenderness, nibbling on the protruding and newly hardened beak, which made your eyes close with pleasure. You bit your lower lip and straightened his hair, letting him take his time in the insatiable desire for you. From the smeared breasts he climbed to capture your lips with fire and lust, exploring your mouth with vigor, sucking your tongue as he has never done with any girl before. He kissed your jaw, your neck and your stomach when you lay on the bed, stopping at the panty line.

“Can I take it off?” He asked quietly.

“Of course you can.”

If he wasn’t hard as stone before, your wet intimacy certainly did.

“Do you know where women like to be touched?” You asked sweetly.

“Yes.” He pressed his thumb on your pearl, “here, isn’t it?”

“Mmm, yes, but it’s not like that,” you held his finger and created circular movements with the ideal pressure on your clit, “it’s like that.”

Your hand went to his hardened cock, making him moan. “Such a beautiful cock,” you licked your lips, “get another condom.” And he was very quick to follow your order, giving a tasty view of his cute white ass.

A small strip of shyness enveloped him by placing the condom on his axis in front of you, but he cled back and hovered above your body.

“Do you want to take control?” You asked.

“No. I don’t want to,” he held your back and ass between the bed and turned your body over his, being caged by your thighs and arms.

“Good. I’ll treat you very well, good boy.”

He didn’t gasp so hard when your hands held him in relation to the first time, but when you sank into him slowly... oh boy, all the air in your lungs is gone. He was sure he had reached the apex of pleasure.

Eyes closed, mouth between open and red skin, a true vision for you.

“Let me take a time,” your voice was soft as you went down totally, moaning in unison. “Damn, you’re a big boy. I love that.”

Damn it. The slow pace of the warm hug made him whimper in drunkenness, holding your hips tightly and raising his legs, which tilted your body forward. Leaning your hands against his chest you started to assemble it properly, moaning well and enjoying the moment.

On the other hand, he, the lad was vocal and quite interactive by the way his hips hit a few times against your own, wanting more, needing more.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes,” he said between one moan and another, blond hair sticking to his forehead by sweat.

“Okay,” you bit your lower lip, riding it stronger and faster, sending it to a cloud of lust that consumed you with every movement.

The whole situation contributed to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed his body. Be it the snap between the hips that filled the room, or the delicious sounds you made and especially the wet grip of your femininity against him.

“Move your hips too dear, give me that, I know you want it.”

And he wanted it, oh how he wanted it.

Osferth accepted your request and standardized your movements, hitting harder against your pussy (still very kind) that he had already used on a girl before, muttering a bad word the heat of the moment as he did a few times in his life. But fuck it, fuck it, he needed it.

You jumped uninhibitedly and maliciously in search of the apex, moaning his name as his grip began to increase, his cock brushing in all the right places at a delicious rhythm that was almost blowing his mind. Your wet pussy was soozing the inside of your thighs and the base of his cock, increasing the wet and profane sounds.

“You’re so fucking big, I feel so full. I’m going to cum so well on your cock,” your dirty talk almost made you come with tense hips, moaning loudly, which you noticed immediately, touching your clit while the tension in your core increased from the constant friction. “Hed a little longer, dear, I’m close.”

The weight on his balls was too much, he felt that he would really explode when he came, concentrating as much as he can for it to happen after you.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. That was so hard.

“Osferth, oh honey,” you squeezed him violently and his movements faltered when a hot and white wave crashed into your body and dragged you to the apex of pleasure. “Fuck.”

Fuck.

His hips crashed into yours for the last time right after your orgasm, filling the condom when cumming good and strong. It was totally heavenly.

He was floating in a cloud that erased all his thoughts except that moment.

You got up carefully and fell against his chest, lying next to him with a satisfied smile. “Did you like it, dear?”

He was panting and with a silly and wide smile, hugging you gently. “So much... so damn much.”

“Good. Get some rest, I want to make good use of the time we still have.”

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note: Sorry for the delay in publishing the chapter, the last few weeks have been terrible and stressful because of the finals.

— taglist: @gemini-mama @lexwolfhale @ireallydontcareanymorebrooo @tssf-imagines @bel-bottoms

[icycoldninja]

Hello! Are You familiar with game of thrones? If not you can ignore this but if you do Can you write a dmc boys +v with a Daenerys like s/o? She has 3 dragons and is immune to fire plus she is an awesome badass queen, but in this case since the dmc world is more modern times she can just be a queen from a far kingdom that is also modern like and happened to meet the guy in her travels.

Sup? Hope you're well! No, I'm not familiar with Game of Thrones, but I can work with what you've given me. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Daenerys-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-So, you're a mighty queen from a distant kingdom? Dante never thought he'd be meeting royalty, but here he is.

-When he sees your dragons, he freaks. He didn't think those even existed, let alone be standing right in front of him. Then he remembers he and his brother are half demons with magic demon swords, so maybe it's not all that unusual.

-Thinks it's so cool that you're immune to fire--so is he! Now you have something in common.

-He'd love to visit your kingdom someday, if you're willing to take him.

-Bonus points if you let him ride one of your dragons; he's always wanted to soar through the air on a scaly dragon's back, even though he can fly on his own.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil wasn't too impressed at first. So what if you're royalty? There's plenty of that around.

-Then he sees your three dragons and thinks to himself, damn, if she can tame three of those terrifying beasts, she must be full of POWER.

-After this, Vergil decides it may be in his best interest to get to know you a little more, and in the process, learns about your immunity to fire.

-Now, this is very good because it means you can help him beat up his literally fiery brother whenever the need arises.

-Also wants to visit your kingdom to see if there any ways to get POWER and MOTIVATION there.

-However, do not, under any circumstances, make him ride your dragon. He isn't too fond of riding on animals, and besides, he can fly on his own.

□ Nero □

-Nero is indifferent to your royal lineage, but he thinks it's great that you, as a queen, get time to travel. It seems he's under the impression that all kings and queens are confined to their kingdoms and never allowed to leave.

-He immediately hits it off with your dragons; for some reason, they like him, and for an even stranger reason, he likes them.

-Your fire immunity makes you the perfect person to call whenever he wants to have a barbecue. No one ever needs to worry about getting burnt by the fire because you're around to deal with it for them.

-Nero isn't too fond of travel, so it's highly unlikely he'll visit your kingdom, but if you ask nicely and maybe bribe him with affection, he'll give in.

-Loves riding your dragons for two reasons: 1), it's fun, and 2), it saves more time because unlike his father and uncle, he can't keep up his Devil Trigger for very long.

● V ●

-Is very surprised that a fair and beautiful queen such as yourself is wandering so far from home. Should you not be within your palace, governing your subjects?

-Your badass-ery soon answers his question. The way you command everyone's attention and generally just run the place is inspiring.

-That, added to your 3 awesome dragons, only serves to impress him further.

-V gets along very nicely with your dragons, as do his familiars, when they are around. He's an experienced pet owner himself (kinda) and is more than willing to trade tips and tricks with you.

-Would absolutely love to visit your kingdom someday; the scenery, regardless of what it may be, will surely inspire his writing spirit.

-Wants to ride your dragon too. He's used to riding Nightmare and Griffon, so it won't be much of an issue for him.

[slowd1ving]

PENDULUM ✦ . 　⁺ MASTERLIST

‘All was well. When you next looked up, something had changed. Nothing you could really put your finger on, yet you swore you’d never seen those eerily shaped rock formations before. In your peripherals, they seemed to beckon to you like crooked fingers. All was not well.’ It all begins with the fatal blunder of your supervisor. One signature, and your lab seals its doom: working with Valentine Corporations to procure and monitor ground samples from the Arizona Desert. As the resident odd-job and ill-fated intern, you’re tasked with the crucial task of procuring this dirt. But when you stumble onto the Big, Bad, Devil’s Palm, it proves to be a more terrible error than the deal with Valentine Corporations - you’ve now an odd pocket watch and floating head to deal with, and this definitely isn’t the right century (or aeon, really)… male reader (but it's not a big part of the character); reader is a modern day scientist living in an alternate future where Valentine succeeded with taking the corpse warnings: canon-typical violence, death, blood, alcohol, very slow burn like I'm talking novel-length goddamn various SBR characters x reader can be found on ao3 by the same title

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

KEY INFORMATION ABOUT READER

i. question of time (depeche mode)

ii. the world we knew (frank sinatra)

iii. underground (mareux)

iv. chamber of reflection (mac demarco)

v. blight (zeruel)

vi. group four (massive attack)

vii. dance floor dolor (mareux)

viii. rosemary (deftones)

ix. cherry (chromatics)

x. blank (glare)

xi. shadows (pastel ghost)

xii. VII (twin tribes)

xiii. when the sun hits (slowdive)

xiv. o virtus sapientiae alio modo (hildegaard von bingen)

xv. mercury (glaze)

xvi. shout (tears for fears)

xvii. man next door (massive attack)

xviii. walk away (franz ferdinand)

[quinloki]

Idk if this is considered ‘good shit’ but imma hit you with it anyways

It’s so wonky trying to figure out a good ‘lore’ for my oc/self insert that could work with many blorbos and I think I finally got it down but then I’m like ugh you’re making a Mary sue AND WHO CARES this is just for in my brain why does it matter ;-;

Growing up in the Mary sues are awful era really made it so anytime I wanna make my oc interesting I’m like oh is it too much? Too op? Too cool of a backstory? But she’s for my brain so why does it matter

It’s wild tho I’ve always used her in my brain but one piece is the one that’s really stuck and made me wanna think of her background in relation to that

I think my struggle rn is in all the time I’ve had her she’s always had like wind powers. So does she eat a devil fruit, but idk if I want her to eat one bc then she can’t swim, but that doesn’t seem within the realm of normal powers in the op universe without eating a devil fruit. And I have another option so it’s not like the only thing, it just seems weird since that’s what she always had.

I’m over complicating it I’m sure bc this is literally just for my own personal enjoyment but still my brain wants to be logical about it for some reason 🙄🙄

I also find one piece outfits kind of difficult bc it’s such a mix of modern and older styles I’m like what won’t look weird

ONCE AGAIN FOR THE THINGS IN MY HEAD WHY AM I LIKE THIS 😂😂😂

Oh man the very concept of Mary Sue just makes me Seethe - and not the things people apply it to, but the way it’s used. If memory serves it actually started as a positive thing

And then just

Got turned so derisive >.<

Ah, but honestly - I think you should proudly write a character who bends or breaks whatever rules you want them too. It’s fun, for one, hurts absolutely no one for two - whether you keep it to yourself or share your stories.

RP communities often have guidelines, so unless you’re dealing with that, who cares? Have fun \o/

Write cringe diamonds, cringe trash, Mary Sue v 1.0 or 2.0 or whatever. Relish the x reader and the self insert. Have one bat wing and one angel wing or whatever and your character is the cause of wars she’s so godsdamned gorgeous- just

Enjoy whatever you do.

If she has wind powers from birth that’s not too out there anyway. The Minks all light up like Tesla Coils from birth, there’s no reason there can’t be another tribe - rare or lost or whatever - that had something similar. Hells, what’s his face winged-angel-gimp-daddy has magic fire powers.

And also I think it’d be great if she let people think she had a DF and then just like, yote herself into the sea for whatever reason.

That’s my two cents ^_^

[isadomna]

Francis and Suleiman

When Suleiman led an attack on the Habsburg stronghold of Vienna in 1529, he wished for a sympathetic ally within western Europe who might be interested in forming a partnership against the loathed Holy Roman Empire. Francis therefore found himself treading the line between public adherence to his Christian faith, both celebrating the Turks’ retreat from Vienna in October 1529 and continuing underhand dealings. If pushed, he might have claimed that his interest lay in protecting Christians in eastern Europe, but this would simply have been a ruse. Informal talks took place between the French and the Ottomans during 1530 and 1531 which came to the attention of many throughout Europe. Thomas Cromwell remarked that no Christian scruple would deter Francis from bringing the Turk and the devil into the heart of Christendom, if it would ultimately enable him to recapture Milan. 

This was an exaggeration, but only barely. As Francis stated to the Venetian envoy Giustinian in March 1531, ‘I cannot deny that I keenly wish to see the Turk powerful and ready for war, not for himself – for he is an infidel and we are all Christians – but to weaken the power of the emperor, to compel him to make major expenses, and to reassure all the other governments who are opposed to such a formidable enemy.’  Thus, as Francis made much of allying himself with the pope against the infidel, he continued sending his ambassadors to meet with Suleiman, at a time when intelligence suggested that the sultan was preparing to attack Habsburg territories in central Europe. Francis contemplated his options, knowing that, while a Turkish assault of that nature would benefit him in the short term, it would also solidify Habsburg support. He therefore sought an alternative strategy. 

When the news came that Suleiman was planning another attack on Austria, Francis was ready with his alternative scheme of an Ottoman invasion of Italy. The ideal outcome for the French king would have been for Suleiman to attack Charles V within Italy, weakening the emperor to the point where Francis would have been able to invade, with guaranteed success, and to present himself as a defender of the Christian faith into the bargain. But the Ottoman army was met with defeat, Charles V made a triumphal entry into Vienna at the head of his army in September 1532, and the plot’s details were common knowledge. As a result, Francis’s claims to be regarded as ‘The Most Christian King’ could now justifiably be mocked by his enemies, who instead made much of his alliance with the dreaded Turk and now called him ‘The Executioner of Christendom’.

Source:

Leonie Frieda, Francis I: The Maker of Modern France

[struungout]

Story Universes

The first thing I’ll say about all this is that I do not have any of these stories actually written down and posted anywhere, so don’t ask me where you can read them. ;P They used to be all based in the roleplays I used to participate in with my former best friend, but since we’re not associating anymore and I have no drive to try opening myself to RPing with anyone else again, all this is just from my own personal daydreaming and whatnot.

While I’ve been tempted now and again to get some of these stories written out, I just don’t have the drive to deal with the writing process.

Anyway, this is a quick little list of the universes the characters most of my dolls represent exist in.

Ghosts & Things

It’s Yu Yu Hakusho meshed with Mob Psycho 100 primarily. Some references to characters from Bleach as well. Basically, if it’s an anime that deals in supernatural elements, it’s probably gonna be referenced in this universe…but it’s mostly YYH and MP100 because they’re the best ones.

Half the story revolves around my character Riyo as she exists in the YYH storyline, and then goes onward to hers and the boys’ lives as adults and parents into the MP100 storyline (which then centers more around Sachi; Riyo and Hiei’s daughter).

Bright Idea

This universe is basically a big amalgamation of a variety of series (primarily anime/manga) into one universe and the story is generally centered around my own characters (Naoko, Jin-ho, Nori, Amaya, etc). It’s generally pretty much a slice-of-life type of storyline with a lot of interpersonal relationship drama and whatnot. It primarily kicks off from when Naoko and Jin-ho are high schoolers and follows them through the creation of their band and on into their musical careers in their 20s and 30s.

Series involved in this universe include (but hardly limited to): Gravitation, NANA, My Hero Academia, Fruits Basket, BNA, DNAngel, Final Fantasy XV.

Tokyo Ghoul

I basically just follow along with the plot of the manga series, but with the addition of my own characters (Leyla, Capria, and Michelle) and the later part of the story changes up a bit with their presence.

Mass Effect

It’s just the original trilogy, but what if Shepard could smooch Joker. xD

Devil May Cry

Another “it’s just the games, but…”, and in this case it’s what if we knew who Nero’s mom was and it was my character Qianna?

(For future reference and in case I forget to update this later on, this description was written when we’d only gotten up to the 5th game out so we don’t officially know who Vergil fucked bahaha.)

Mononoke

Medicine Seller’s hijinks in the modern world, which includes running into my girl Amelia from time to time and seeing how their friendship progresses.

Arcane

The Netflix series, but Amelia gets to smooch Silco and then later on Viktor and she would die for Jinx because she’s chosen family.

The Witcher

What if Jaskier and Geralt had to put up with a second higher vampire in their adventures?

Final Fantasy VII

There’s yet another chick that thirsts after Cloud, but she thicc.

Cyberpunk 2077

Set in the story of the video game featuring my V (Vesper Sosa). Sometimes it keeps to the canon, but sometimes my imaginings include keeping Jackie Welles around.

Trigun

Set in either the manga version of the Trigun series, or the Trigun Stampede anime depending on my mood bahaha. Includes my CP2077 character Vesper (same design, but different character from CP2077) as a mercenary that ran with Knives until ideologies clashed and she crosses paths with Vash and crew now and again.

In this universe, Vesper is one of the first attempts at a plant-human hybrid (basically a prototype to Elendria), though in her case she wasn’t created and was human to begin with. In her case, she doesn’t have creation-esque abilities like Knives and Elendria, but her lifespan is much longer than the average human. Her reflexes and senses are also quicker/more powerful than they were originally (particularly her sight). She isn’t able to directly communicate with Plants, but she does have a sense for how they’re feeling in the moment. Her cybernetics are from back when she was still on Earth (needed her vocal chords rebuilt as well as her hands due to an accident).

[valentines-wolf]

imho, knowing how real-life people handle real-life issues and using that in fiction is not evil. i think OP would rather have people realistically portray disabilities and hardships rather than guess and get shit wrong and be disrespectful about it. but what do i know, the way they worded it was rude af

I did think about it? The post I talked about in the tags is the one directly after that, about protecting your mobility aids from being touched or worse, assaulted. I have this not-quite-OC, Witek, who's basically V from Devil May Cry, set in modern Poland. Just like his canon counterpart, Witek uses mobility aids; canes, and crutches mostly but I can imagine him using a wheelchair later in his life.

Witek's character is meant to represent everything wrong with my country's policies and healthcare regarding disabilities, as well as society's view on the issue. Policies? He can't get a real job because he would lose his disablement benefit (if he can even get it, it's crazy difficult in my country to prove that you're disabled). Societal issues? He was cast away from his family for not being able to work in the family's traditional job, mining (in the Silesian region of Poland, the mining industry is a big fucking deal). And healthcare? This is where I have to say don't come for my ass for writing a disabled person and not giving him a particular disorder, because. It's also crazy difficult in my country to even figure out what's wrong with you. It can take even a year of waiting on the list just for diagnostics in public healthcare, not even mentioning the wait time for treatment. Sometimes, here, in Poland, it's best to shrug, say "I/They don't know", and use whatever means you can to ease the pain.

And how Witek deals with it is by being the most "fuck you" person about it. The disability-punk. And putting barbed/razor wire or nails on his aids. Oh that would fit his character so much. Especially because I imagine him using his cane and crutches as weapons when getting attacked by homophobes, because yeah that does happen in my country.

The problem is, I'm very much abled. I don't know how it is to live the experience I just described. I can only listen to the voices of disabled people and be respectful towards them and learn. I recently said something very stupid in a post made by a black person and I'm still embarrassed about it. It was a misunderstanding but solely because of my poor wording. And that got me thinking about what I learn as a white, able-bodied person when listening to people who deal with problems that I don't deal with. I may have gotten a bit paranoid about what I say, I tend to run my mouth in the tags. I know that yeah yeah you're allowed to write about problems outside of your experience if you research them and approach with respect yadda yadda. But where is that fine line between respect and romanticizing, fetishization? And that post about protecting mobility aids from unwanted contact felt appropriate for an idea for this character. Aaand then I saw that post about not talking about fictional people in posts about real people's problems and I had this "ah shit I did it again" moment.

I'm still unsure, but I hope I explained my train of thought a bit.

[docrotten]

[Horror News] OCTOBER 17, 2022 - M3GAN, V/H/S/99, THE STRANGERS, and more...

Welcome to HORROR NEWS RADIO for OCTOBER 17, 2022. JOIN US FOR casting news for THE STRANGERS, FATAL ATTRACTION, along with trailer news for V/H/S/99 and THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN. All this, and more, coming up next…

I am your host Doc Rotten and this is HNR, the official GRUESOME MAGAZINE HORROR NEWS podcast. Back with me again are the scariest, goriest, bloodiest co-hosts on the ‘Net. Dave Dreher, the lead news writer at Gruesome Magazine.

UPCOMING FILMS

THE WICKER MAN is getting a modern setting TV adaptation. Source: Deadline

PEACOCK is developing a supernatural TV series titled ST. DONATUS. Source: Deadline

Synopsis: “St. Donatus is about a small town in Iowa with a dark secret. An unwitting family, relocating from Brooklyn, moved into a newly-renovated farmhouse on the outskirts of town. When the family starts experiencing unsettling occurrences, it brings them closer to the town’s secret… and the very thing trapped in their cellar.”

Sydney Sweeney is attached to produce and star in a remake of BARBARELLA. Source: Deadline

CASTING NEWS

Hot off of LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER, Ema Horvath joins the cast of THE STRANGERS remake. Source: Deadline

Fan favorite Dee Wallace boards the Paramount+ series adaptation of FATAL ATTRACTION. Source: Deadline Universal has tapped Sydney Sweeney to star in THE CARETAKER. Source: Deadline

TRAILERS

M3GAN

A robotics engineer at a toy company builds a life-like doll that begins to take on a life of its own, landing in theaters on January 13, 2023 from director Gerard Johnstone.

V/H/S/99

Witness a hellish vision of 1999, as social isolation, analog technology and disturbing home videos fuse into a nightmare of found footage savagery. Streaming on SHUDDER beginning October 20, 2022.

Flying Lotus … (segment “Ozzy’s Dungeon”) Maggie Levin … (segment “Shredding”) Tyler MacIntyre … (segment “The Gawkers”) Johannes Roberts … (segment “Suicide Bid”) Joseph Winter … (segment “To Hell and Back”) Vanessa Winter … (segment “To Hell and Back”)

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN (The Asylum)

When seconds from death, a nearly decapitated and desperate man makes a deal with the devil to protect the love of his life and seek revenge on the drug dealer who almost murdered him. Available beginning October 14, 2022 from director Jose Prendes.

Check out this episode!

[metamatar]

need your thoughts on csm and particularly part 1 now that you're caught up

I think my immediate reaction on finishing part 1 was like

loved the art, loved the characters def feel like the story has a lot further to go thematically, only really picked up for me with the reveal of the gun devil

I now think CSM's strength in the early arcs is the patience of the construction of Denji as an everyman resisting the reality that the promised capitalist horizon he imagines is a lie.

now that you can tell the horrible direction my thoughts are going in I will continue under the cut, this is so long oh god. cw: canon typical violence, sexual assault etc.

Initially the repeated invocation of wanting to kiss a girl and eat a good meal as ultimate dreams and Denji being presented as an idiot for it felt like a cheap way for readers to get to root for him in a very Naruto sort of way yk? Poor orphan boy wants a basic life. This is disrupted right from the start ofc, starting with the Himeno's assault and Makima's whole deal. I think this construction becomes more valuable in part 2 when with Nayuta there is a very intentional attempt to construct a family, where the horizon is a normality that includes saving up for college. Nayuta's resistance to some of it becomes more interesting than just jealousy or protection imo.

I think the complications of the "workplace" as it functions for Denji in part 1, living quite literally under Aki's supervision with Power invokes the very familiar team as family stuff under threat. The explicit knowledge of how he has exchanged one debtor for another is v effective especially when they take care of Power. You have him and the readers being forced to confront that purpotedly transactional relationships do not exclude the sort for the simple honesty of care we idealise. And that the care will be weaponised anyway. Aki's abortive attempt to opt out is chef's kiss.

The reveal of the use of the gun devil by nation states might functionally be the first moment Denji is forced to acknowledge the complicated incentives of the Bureau. You get to link the exploitation of people to the more obvious rot in liberal institutions. Part 2 then ratchets this up with the discourses on propaganda and mass participation.

I thought the "Killing of Makima" involving the use of the Bureau insiders led by the old man leaned a little too much on their heroism, vibes wise but I also get why narratively that needs to be done. Which is why Kobeni is so important to me lol. The art and creativity on display at the end of Part 1 was like gorging yourself on one of those early pictures of Paradise. The apartment scene could get read as Makima's personal cruelty but I think it's just making explicit the cruel seductions of modernity etc etc. As a violation of Denji esp. it is almost complete, structurally taking the form of kink and the parody of care after. Mwah.

With that, the reconciliation of Denji's past and present when his past in debt bondage is also constructed with the societal complicity about domestic violence becomes delicious. Nayuta is reborn out of a cannibalism not really done in the service of personal survival and def not out of a commitment to self sacrificing heroism.

I'm excited for Part 2, Asa esp lets you get at some of the same neuroses Denji has as a teenager but from a gendered perspective. Her relationship with Yuko is some of the strongest bit of writing about bullying and justice I have read in a while. I've enjoyed the lead up to Fami and War's apocalypse so far, but their motivations are still a little inscrutable and fallback on devils, wyd? despite their sisterhood. I think Fujimoto's focus seems to be the public discourses around devils in this arc, so thats probably why it feels like that but I'm personally always interested in all of it.

[raichoose-moved]

Tag Dump - Verses

All taken from song lyrics!

[bewarethepatientwoman]

a plotted starter for @thetollofthebells

He had given her strict instructions this morning. See to the office work until close while he was out for the day. He has business meetings to go to––likely with those shady people with whom he starts the deals and expects her, on occasion, to close them––and he wouldn’t have the time to be bothered with any of it. If something comes up, don’t call him. Just handle it. That’s why he keeps her around, isn’t it?

Among other reasons, she had said under her breath with just the slightest note of bitterness. 

He had laughed.

He had left.

She had been blissfully alone for most part after that, aside from the odd workman coming in to drop off paperwork for the day.

Which is exactly what she supposes is to happen again when she hears a knock on the door.

“It’s unlocked. If you’re a workman, hurry it up, I don’t have all day. If you’re here to rob the place, feel free to come in and take whatever you like. You won’t get any trouble from me,” she says in the most deadpan of voices, her head propped up on one hand as she resumes staring into her cold cup of coffee.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Learning About the Perks of Feminism

Photo from @fromjjwithlove blog

Summary: Y/N wants Soldier Boy badly. But she wants him on her terms. Can he handle her modern ways?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Pretty much all smut. Some tiny bit of plot. Soldier Boy being a grumpy asshole, Unprotected PinV sex, pull-out method of BC used, coming on tits, oral, m/f receiving, face riding. Fluff if you squint.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 2,620

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about your MC nicknames. I took some liberty with this prompt, but they do talk about what he want's Y/N to call him.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This post is the inspiration for this fic. The amazing @deanswaywardgirl deserves so much credit for spurring on my horny brain with an amazing smutty scenario. And @candy-coated-misery0731 deserves all the credit for encouraging the writing of this fic. So, you owe any smutty happiness this fic brings you, to those two lovelies! 😄😄

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @firefly-graphics

"We'll be back in just a few hours, love."

Butcher patted Y/N on the shoulder and then whispered in her ear. "Try to watch him, make sure he doesn't go nuclear, but if he looks ready to do some damage, you get your sweet ass the fuck outta here, yeah?"

Soldier Boy pressed a button on the remote before speaking in the driest of tones.

"You know, my hearing is super too, you limey fuck." He leveled a look at Butcher and Billy straightened to his full height.

"Fine, I'll say it plain then. Hurt one hair on her head and Supe or not, deal or not, I'll rip your fuckin' heart out."

Y/N rolled her eyes. Since the moment the Boys took her on as part of the team, Butcher had tucked her under his wing like a mama bird. He refused to accept that she'd been surviving on the streets and working within the underground network of criminals since she was thirteen years old, and more than a dozen years on, she could certainly take care of herself.

She looked over at Soldier Boy and saw a spark of humor in his eyes as he looked up at Butcher, no doubt contemplating how quickly he could crush him if he wanted to, especially given that Butcher was currently V-free.

But he merely gave Butcher a smirk and went back to the TV, frowning at a commercial for men's exfoliating body scrub.

"Jesus fuck," he mumbled, "whatever happened to a fuckin bar of soap?"

Y/N turned back to Butcher and patted his arm. "I'll be fine. You guys be careful." When he still hesitated she stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "Go on, Hughie's waiting."

He flushed slightly and left the room.

Y/N sat back down on the couch, and as Soldier Boy engrossed himself in the wide and varied choices offered by the modern television landscape, she took the opportunity to finally really look at him.

Hughie and Butcher had shown up at her motel room door a couple hours earlier with a nuclear superhero in tow.  Y/N had been surprised to say the least, but after her first glimpse of him, she’d been avoiding looking directly at the Supe for too long at once. It felt a little like looking into the sun. From what little she knew about Soldier Boy, he seemed like an old school asshole, but god damn the devil came in a beautiful package.

Hughie had run to a Walmart nearby and grabbed him clothes he thought would fit, a plain white tank top, grey sweats, and a short-sleeved, NY Giants jersey.

They were plain, simple, clothes, but on Soldier Boy they were the hottest things Y/N had ever seen.  The way the jersey pulled tight across his broad, powerful shoulders and wide, muscled chest, made Y/N feel like she might start drooling at any moment. Also, the way the round, open collar exposed the long column of his throat and his bold, defined clavicle bones, gave Y/N the desire to lick and bite at his tanned, lightly freckled skin.

The lightweight grey sweats were loose and baggy, and she was almost positive he wasn't wearing underwear. When he'd been walking around earlier, the thin material had clung to his round, plump ass like a second skin and there had been something that hung long and low in the front that made her mouth water, imagining just what it could be. Maybe it had simply been a trick of the light, but she seriously doubted that.

His body was powerful, radiating a kind of strength that was simply entrancing. But she still thought his face might be even more attractive. His hair was longish and soft, and had a tendency to fall into his eyes, which gave him a boyish air that suited his superhero name. His beard was trimmed close, soft-looking, making Y/N's fingers itch to touch it.

His eyes were usually a mossy green, but sometimes, depending on the light, they seemed to shine like emeralds. They were absolutely stunning and, Y/N felt as though it would be easy to be pulled in by them, and lose yourself.

If his eyes were angelic, his mouth was all sin. It screamed of carnal delights and promised hours of bliss. Staring at him now, she had no trouble imagining his mouth swollen and wet from licking and sucking pleasure into her skin. Her body tensed and her pussy clenched.

She was so lost in her imaginings that she jumped when Soldier Boy's deep voice pulled her back to reality. He continued to stare at the TV as he spoke.

"You know one of my other abilities is a super keen sense of my surroundings. Which means that I'm hyper aware when someone is watching me."

He finally turned to face her, pinning her down with his gaze. After a minute he gave her a smirk. "Like what you see, pretty thing?"

Y/N scoffed even as her stomach flipped. "Do lines like that usually work?"

For a second he looked like he was going to get mad, but then he just shrugged. "Yeah, they do.” He frowned. “Or they used to. Women have changed a lot from what I can tell.”

Y/N smiled. “Well, we’ve decided we like our independence. And we don’t like chauvinist assholes telling us what to do.”

Soldier Boy’s frown turned darker, and Y/N wondered if she was being incredibly stupid.

Deciding that fortune favored the bold, she got up and strode over to where he was sitting on the side of the bed, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other braced on the floor.

She quickly straddled his lap and relished the look of shock on his face. She ground her cunt down against the hard bulge that confirmed her suspicions of a huge dick and no underwear.

Soldier Boy groaned loudly and his breathing came fast and harsh. He clamped his hands hard on her hips, keeping her immobile.

"Jesus Christ! Are all women this horny and aggressive nowadays?"

Y/N shook her head. "No, not all of us. But like I said, we like our independence, and we go after what we want. And I definitely want you. In spite of the cheesy lines and the knowledge that you could crush me like a bug if you wanted to, I still want you.  We've only got a couple hours on our own and who knows when this chance will be in front of me again. So," she thrust her hands into his hair and pulled his head back slightly. "Like what you see, pretty thing?" She echoed back to him.

His eyes had become hooded with desire, as he looked deep into her eyes. "I don't know, I usually like to be in charge." He said, in a voice that made a shiver run through her as she imagined letting him take over. She suspected he would be very good at being in charge.

But her defiant streak was strong and she wanted to keep in control.

"Trust me baby, Feminism has given us lots of rights and freedoms we deserve, but it's also helped us," she grabbed his cock through his thin sweats, "express our sexual freedoms."

She squeezed him gently and he threw his head back with a groan. She took the opportunity to lick up the length of his throat, and then nibble at the hinge of his jaw.

She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered to him. "Tell me, what name do you want me to scream out when I come? Soldier Boy or Ben? Or would you prefer, "Ooh, fuck me Big Daddy!"

He yanked her back from his ear so he could look at her closely. He studied her a minute and Y/N let a mischievous smile curl her lips so he'd know she was having fun. He shook his head, still a little upended by her boldness.

But eventually, he smiled too. "Just Ben, baby."

He pulled her mouth down to his in a wild and searing kiss. Just as she suspected, that wicked mouth was pure sin masquerading as paradise. His tongue was hard as it thrust into her mouth. He swallowed down her moans and wordless pleas as he ravaged her, lips sucking and biting.

Wanting some of the power back, she bit into his succulent bottom lip, dragging a ragged moan from his throat. She pulled back from the kiss and shoved his open jersey off his shoulders, leaving him in only his tank top.

She ran her hands over the thick, round, curve of his shoulders, and then pushed his undershirt up so she had access to all the smooth, flat muscles of his torso.

She tugged at his shirt. "Take this off." She ordered.  Looking as though he was participating in an experiment he wasn't too sure about, he reluctantly followed her demand.

But as soon as the shirt was gone she began kissing her way down his body. She paused when she reached his nipples, twirling her finger around the left one and teasing the right one with the tip of her tongue.

"Uhn, fuck!" Ben growled, and Y/N looked up to see him with his eyes closed, biting into his bottom lip. The sight made her moan and purr against his skin.

Fuck he was hot.

She felt his cock growing harder against her stomach and she couldn't wait any longer to feel it on her tongue. Her kisses reached his waistband and she grabbed hold of it.

He lifted his hips automatically and Y/N gasped as his cock popped free and fell against his stomach. Settling herself between his legs, she licked all the way up the underside of his dick, before dragging her tongue across his slit, lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered there.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked the sensitive head of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed slightly on the very top, sucking and flicking her tongue back and forth. Ben jerked his hips and sank one of his hands into her hair.

"Jesus! Yes, good girl.  Fuck your mouth is perfect!"

Y/N moaned at his praise, letting the vibrations travel down his dick as she sank all the way to the base. She relaxed her throat so that she could fit his whole cock into her mouth.  Ben gathered her hair into a ponytail in his hand. "Look at me, pretty one. I wanna see your face while you're stuffed full of my cock."

Y/N looked up at him, pulling off and letting the spit and cum dribble down her chin before she sank back down on him.  After another minute or so Ben pulled her off his cock with a deep moan. Quickly he ripped off her t-shirt and bra, yanking down her jeans and underwear and tossing them to the side of the bed.

Then with complete ease, he picked her up and spun her around, so that she was facing away from him.  He laid down flat beneath her and pushed her forward so that her ass was higher.  Then, spreading her pussy wide with his thumbs, he licked a stripe up through her folds with his wide, hot tongue and Y/N screamed out her pleasure.

He spoke against her dripping wet heat. "This way we can both get what we need. After all what kind of man would I be if I let you do all the heavy lifting?"

Before she could respond to that, his mouth sank into her cunt, and Y/N grabbed hold of his dick, bobbing up and down on it while she writhed and shook against his face.

His beard was soft, but as he fucked her thoroughly with his mouth, even the soft hair began to leave a pleasant burn behind on the inside of her thighs. She was grateful she'd have a souvenir from him.

As she neared her climax, Ben slipped his hands around her ribcage and lifted her from a reclining position to sitting one, positioning her to sit more fully on his jaw. He licked up into her, pushing his hard tongue past her entrance before undulating it against her incredibly sensitive skin.  He sucked her clit into his mouth and then nibbled on it, sending Y/N tumbling, shaking and moaning over the edge.

But he didn't stop there. He was perfectly capable of holding her in that position, over his mouth, for as long as he wanted, and he kept her there, drinking up every drop she gave him through two more orgasms.

Finally he turned her to face him, and sat her on his lower abdomen, her drenched pussy leaving a wet spot. She reached behind her to stroke his long, thick cock that was running along the crack of her ass.

"Fuck me, Ben, please fuck me."

He chuckled slightly as he moved his fingers to rub against her clit.

"This position is all you, beautiful. You started this, you finish it."

Y/N refused to back down from the challenge he was giving her even though her limbs were wobbly and tired. She climbed onto his cock and slowly slid down onto it. She rode him hard and fierce, taking energy from every one of his guttural curses.

He raised his hands to her tits, squeezing them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Before letting them fall back into place so he could watch them bounce as she rode him.

As she began to wane, not sure how much longer she could keep up the pace, Ben rolled her onto her back and began to piston his hips into her, shaking the entire bed frame and smashing the headboard into the wall.

He pulled out abruptly. His voice was harsh and ragged. "I don't have a rubber, so where do you want me to come?" He asked.

"Come on my tits." She said breathlessly, reaching out to pump his cock that was covered with her slick.

Ben reached down and slid two thick fingers deep into her cunt, curling them just right so that she came almost immediately. Ben took over, pumping his cock fast and watching Y/N's face as she cried out, pleasure cascading across her features. Her beautiful face, lips swollen and still wet with his cum was just the image he needed to push him into the abyss.

Bucking into his hand, he shot ropes of cum across Y/N's tits, milking his cock, as he listened to the satisfied moans and sighs that were coming from her lips. He fell forward on top of her, too spent to care about the mess he was creating on both their bodies.

The two of them dozed off for the better part of half an hour before Ben woke up and immediately scooped Y/N up. Still half asleep in his arms, she let out a shout of surprise as he turned on the shower and stepped them both into the warm spray.

He cleaned them both up quickly and then again carried Y/N out of the bathroom.

She rolled her eyes. "You know, I have legs. I can just walk."

Ben looked down at her seriously. "But your muscles are tired. Mine aren't, even a little, so why wouldn't you let me carry you?"

Y/N shrugged. "Part of that whole modern, doing things for ourselves, independence thing I was mentioning earlier."

It was Ben's turn to roll his eyes, but he set her on the ground. "Well, I don't know if I'll ever understand the whole women's lib thing."

He grinned and nodded towards the messy bed.

"But it sure has its perks!"

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