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Expert | Easy to Expert (3 v7) [NSFW]

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Bang Chan - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Bang Chan

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Fluffy Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Pet Names (Love, Pumpkin, Baby Girl, etc.), Multiple Partners, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Sixty-Nine, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Bang Chan has a Monster Cock (of course), Cockbulge (hmm), Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Daddy Kink gets awakened, this is actually really soft and fluffy believe it or not, Bromance

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, this is just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This is the last one I am writing in this series, so let's see what absolute nonsense shows up here. I'm going to TRY and tone it down…

PS. I wrote the first not before I wrote the story, and this is after. This went a COMPLETELY different direction than I thought it would. Get ready for tooth rotting fluff AND smut.

PPS. Bang Chan is my bias and Felix my bias wrecker so that is why this one ended up like this…

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"What?" Chan stops dead in his tracks, Felix continuing past him. He thinks for a second that he’s hearing things, or someone else's conversation. The younger man stops as well, turning back to his best friend.

"(Y/N) wants a threesome, you in?"

"Why are you asking me?" Chan sputters and Felix shrugs casually.

"She asked for you specifically so…"

"She asked for ME?"

"Yes?" Chan's head is swimming. He has to admit, ever since he found out a few months ago you couldn’t cum, he’s been looping in his head. It wasn’t romantic intentions behind him trying to figure out what he could do for you…Not at all. He’s been trying to convince himself he no longer has romantic feelings for you, especially since you started dating Felix. It’s obvious to the others, even Felix, but he appreciates that his hyung denies it even to himself.

"Are you sure?" The eldest of the group asks your boyfriend.

"I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t. She picked you like a month and half ago; I've had time to think about it." Felix huffs, amused. Chan is getting flustered, and the younger man knows why.

"Are you thinking tonight?" They’re already on their way to your apartment for movie night.

"Well…yeah. We can move it though."

"You really think I can just sit and watch a movie with you two now?" Chan shakes his head, but continues walking. Felix falls into stride next to him and they continue to your place.

Felix messages you when they’re about fifteen minutes out, and you scramble off the couch to get ready. To say you’re excited is an understatement. But you’re also lowkey terrified. It’s not a hidden fact among the friend group what Chan is packing. You have even heard from other girls on campus. Not a traditional player by any means, but he’s been around the block. He’s an incredibly sweet gentleman, but a lot of girls just want to fuck him to say they’ve conquered the beast. That’s literally what they say. The thought makes you shiver as you prepare. Stepping out of the bathroom, you look yourself over in the mirror. Felix has gotten you a set of wolf cosplay lingerie, fitting for Chan. It’s more or less a bikini lined with gray fur. The silicone plugs he got you a month ago now has a grey furry tail attached; the texture tickles the backs of your thighs. A matching headband with grey ears sits on your head, it’s a little too big though, so you hope it stays on. Furry cuffs surround your ankles and wrists as well. The bottoms of the set is more like shorts than panties, but there’s a hole cut out of the crotch which gives access to your cunt as well as let the tail plug sitting in your ass. You shake your arms to get rid of some of the nerves. Though, they just come back two-fold when you hear your boyfriend, and his friend arrive. Your shaking increases as you pad to stand at the foot of your bed, waiting for them to remove their coats and shoes and meet you in the bedroom.

"Goes on, bro." Felix tells Chan, his accented English hitting your ears. Are they going to speak like that the whole night? Fuck yeah.

"Oh, baby girl!" Chan is floored as he enters your room. You look so fucking cute, his heart thumps hard, and he feels his pulse in his cock too. The pet-name does stuff to your insides, and you nervously wiggle, the tail wagging a bit from the momentum. To be honest, before you and Felix hooked up, you were tempted to go to Chan. With his reputation, you’re sure he could have managed, but you in no way regret that it’s Felix. Your boyfriend follows him in and comes to admire you as well. You turn toward him as he settles only a foot away from you.

"Good job, love." He praises and you both turn back to Chan. He’s still gaping, and you’re still too nervous to look him over completely. He just has grey sweatpants on and a black sweatshirt. You desperately want him to take it off so you can get a better look at him. You have seen his perfect body many times, but you want to touch it. Your fingers fidget with themselves, the black painting nails at the ends catching Chan's eye.

"Rules?" You prompt Felix and he looks at you, back to his friend then shakes his head.

"Just tell him no if you want." he tells you and you blink, then again. Seriously? He’ll let his friend kiss you? Fuck your holes and fill you with his cum? That’s four of the rules out the window. Plus, if he isn’t going to lead Chan through this, then the final one is trashed as well. The thought makes your core clench as you finally look back to the other Australian.

"Goes on." Felix assures you and you take a hesitant step forward, then trot over to Chan who is still looking at you in awe. His hair is brushed up and back some, framing his forehead. You’d have been fine just looking over every detail of his handsome face, but you need even more. Your small hands go to the zipper of his hoodie, and he lets you pull it down. He huffs at your pout when you see he has a t-shirt on underneath.

"It's below freezing out there, baby girl." He tells you, amused by your reaction. You mumble something incoherent, and he laughs. The sound pierces you, makes you let out a small whimper, pushing his sweatshirt off. He continues to watch, amused, casting a glance at Felix who looks just as entertained by you. You take a deep breath, sneaking your hands under his shirt and mewling as your warm fingertips brushes over the ridges of his abs. With his assistance, you remove the shirt completely and Felix sees your thighs clench. While he isn’t thrilled by how turned on you are already, he isn’t too surprised either. You’re honest with him and admitted you almost went to the eldest for assistance before you and Felix got together. He appreciated your honesty, and therefore trusts you. Doesn’t mean his pride isn’t a little hurt.

"Oh, my god." You gasp out, your touch tickling Chan some. He laughs, his gorgeous smile distracting you for a second.

"Can I kiss her, 'Lix?" Chan asks politely and you lean in some more.

"Yeah, I guess." Your boyfriend allows and you let him kiss you. He’s rough, more so than you expected. Chan knows better, he’s there to fuck you, not make love to you. He’ll leave the sensual kisses to Felix. He tilts his head, his hand going to the back of yours and he slides his tongue in your mouth. You cry out at the feeling. He’s good. Too good. You pull back a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

"D-don't do that again." You mutter, your face red. He nods, humming in agreement. Felix snorts playfully. His trust is well placed. Not wanting to step over the line, Chan stays mostly still as you sink to your knees before him. Seeing him shirtless in the grey sweatpants is already sinfully attractive, you wonder what he’ll be like fully naked. An adonis carved out of marble for sure. There’s already a bulge from his hardening cock, but it’s mostly hidden by the thick material. He laughs at your eagerness as you hastily pull the waist band away. Your eyes widen as he steps out of his pants. He’s nowhere near being fully hard, but his black briefs are already straining.

"Fuck." You wheeze. You’re salivating like the wolf you’re dressed as. You fiddle with the tag on the black choker you have on, Felix's name engraved into it. As long as you only fall for Chan's cock, it’s fine. You turn to look back at your boyfriend anyway and he gives you a reassuring smile. He’s looped over every possible scenario in his head over the last month, knowing to almost a T at that point what will make you react in what way. So far, no surprises. Even though to some you haven't been dating long, you spent as much time together as possible, so he knows you well. You have been friends for years before then too.

"C-Can you…" You drift off, wanting to get a good view of Chan's briefs coming off. He smiles and does as you wordlessly requests. He feels a little sheepish under your gaze, honestly, as you ogle him. Adonis indeed. You literally watch his cock harden further under your appreciating gaze. You lick your lips, desperate to wrap them around him. Felix ended up not speaking the rule you have first decides on, but you’re a bit worried about what it’ll do to you to let Chan cum down your throat.

"Can we do something?" Chan suggests snapping you out of your daze. He also looks at Felix.

"Sixty-nine?" He finishes the request and Felix stiffens a bit. Knowing Chan, he might be able to make you cum from that and your boyfriend isn’t sure if he’s okay with that. The eldest is definitely the expert of the group and mastered the art of sex like the instruments he can play. But, when he looks into your big, pleading eyes, he can’t say no. With a slow nod you hop to your feet giddily and Chan chuckles, following you to the bed. He nods for you to climb over him once he’s on his back. Straddling his face, he wraps the tail around his hand just to hold it out of the way. The panties give him perfect access, the fur ticking his cheeks a bit though.

"Sit on me, baby girl." He urges and you lower your hips. You aren’t expecting the immediate pleasure you get from his tongue. He immediately swirling it around your clit, sucking hard. You gasp, falling forward, finding the head of his now fully hard cock in front of you. Once again, your eyes meet Felix’s, and he nods. Eagerly, you wrap your hand around Chan's cock, your fingers not even able to touch. You wrap your eager lips around the head, your jaw protesting some at the stretch. Chan rumbles under you; his strong arms surrounded your thighs to holds you where he wants you. Your moan vibrated through his dick as you get as much as him as you can in your mouth. It’ll be too dangerous for you to let him into your throat, you have to center yourself by finding Felix again. He loves that you keep thinking of him throughout. It’s also more arousing than he thinks it’ll be, seeing your mouth full of his best friend's fat cock. Chan eats you like a man starved and your boyfriend can see the characteristic twitch in your hips that means you’re close. You’re more shocked than Felix that the other man is getting you to the edge so fast. His hand twisted in the tail again, tugging it slightly, and takes your clit between his teeth, rolling it and you fall forward as you cum, swallowing his cock deeper. Chan grins as your cunt drips on his tongue and he lets the tail go, letting your orgasm ride out. When you come down, you pull him out of your mouth, panting for breath.

"Okay, baby girl." Chan eases you to roll off of him, you land on your back, still breathing harshly. Tears prick your eyes, and Felix instantly comes to your side, petting your head softly, shushing you. You look at him, so pitifully, ready to cry.

"Hey, shh, love." His heart breaks seeing you like that and Chan gets up on his knees next to you. He can tell you’re crying from emotions, not physical feelings, but he still feels bad. At the same time, he’s extremely proud of himself for making you cum like that. He’s satisfied the goal he set in the past, not ever thinking to dust it off and complete it. Chan's heart thuds again, this time in sorrow. You’re too precious.

"I'm sorry, Felix." Your breath hitches and he leans down to kiss your forehead, petting your hair. Instantly he feels bad for feeling jealous.

"Love, (Y/N), its fine. I'm not mad." He chuckles a bit to reassure you.

"Really?"

"Yes, sweet. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He hums and you nod, sniffling. Chan finally sees the relationship dynamic you two really have. It’s a dominant and submissive one, but Felix plays the role so softly. And you’re so cute with it, not a hint of being a brat.

"You want to keep going, baby girl?" Chan makes sure and you nod shyly. He smiles warmly and helps you sit up, removing the loose headband so you can stop fiddling with it.

"Can I take all this off her?" Chan asks and Felix nods. You sit there likes a good girl as Chan gently undoes and removes everything from you but the black choker. He even takes the tail off the plug, leaving the silicone toy inside you. The other man also takes the tie from your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders. The way he looks at you actually warmed Felix's heart. He also knows if you asked him, he’d be open to letting Chan in on your relationship. If it’s him…he can share you. That’s something to bring up later though. You shiver a bit, now a tad chilly and Felix smiles, climbing on the bed to hugs you from behind.

"Good girl." He soothes and helps Chan maneuver you to sit on his lap, back to him. Felix places a soft kiss to your lips, and you whine at the feeling of Chan's cock wedged in the cleft of your ass. Felix has decided not to turn the vibrations on, planning it as a surprise. The encounter turns out to be softer than he originally thought it would be.

"What're you thinking, 'Lix?" Chan knows him too well, and can see the gears turning. His eyes meet the eldest's and you look up at him too. His eyes cast to yours. It isn’t a secret that you had a huge crush on Chan about a year ago, but you never pursued it. Little do you know, Chan had liked you too, for a while. He didn’t even piece together, that's what it was at first, but Felix knew. Even when Chan would deny it to himself, Felix knows. Felix can still sense your love for himself, but he also sees how you look at his best friend.

"You want him too?" Felix asks and you don’t understands the question at first. Isn’t that why he’s there? The other man figures it out immediately though.

"Felix-"

"I'm not stupid, hyung." He huffs playfully and his true meaning registers.

"Felix?" you ask him, implying your question in your tone. Are you sure?

"We can discuss it after, but don't feel guilty." Your boyfriend kisses you softly on your cheek under your eye.

"Want him here?" Felix continues, helping you settle on Chan's lap, stroking his fingers through your soaked folds. You nod softly, letting the man behind you hold you in his arms. You feel so secure, even more so with Felix there too.

"Think you can make her cum again?" Felix challenged and the other man smirks.

"Let's see." He nuzzles behind your ear, one of his hands sliding down your stomach till his fingers hits your clit. You whimper as he swirls over it, then slides both fingers home. You sigh as his fingers fill you. They’re thicker and longer than Felix's, but just as talented it seems. His palm rubs hard over your clit as he scissored the digits in you, the pad of one finding the rough spot on your back wall. You twitch when he rubs over it and Felix watches the gears turn in Chan's head. His fingers left your core, rubbing back up to your clit, and he exposed the little nub further. He’s an expert, Felix decides. He learned your reactions instantly, knowing just what to do next. Chan then fucks three fingers into you, harshly presses against your further exposed clit with his palm. His fingers crook hard and up, his palm swirling your clit and you shiver hard, head tossed back to land on his shoulder. You’re close. Once again removing his fingers, he takes your button between two fingers, pinches hard and pulls your nub, and Felix watches your cunt spasm as you cum. The slight bit of jealousy he still feels dissipates when he sees the way Chan looks at you. He nuzzles your temple with his nose as you tremble, kissing the crest of your ear. As you shudder, coming down again, your head rolls so you can look at him.

"Fill her up, hyung." Felix allows, smiling as your eyes widen.

"'Lix~" You reach out for him, Chan still loosely hugging you to him. The eldest smiles fondly as Felix comes to you, the smile on the other’s face is so warm. Chan can tell how much you two love each other, and he’s honored you both are willing to let him wiggle his way in. When he’s within reach, your hands stroke over your boyfriend's pretty freckle covered cheekbones.

"Let’s have Channie fuck you, hm?" He coos, the words racier than his tone implied. You whine with a nod and Chan chuckles softly at your cuteness. You both are so cute.

"Okay, baby girl. Tell me if it’s too much." The man behind you speaks into your ear, his arms holding you closer, his right hand coming to cup your left breast. You never gets much sensation there, but you do flinch a bit when he pinched your nipple. Chan loosens his hold, moving his hands to rest at your hips, and Felix's move to your waist. You let them move you around likes you’re a ragdoll till you’re kneeling, cunt hovering over Chan's cock.

"Good girl." Felix praises, kissing the corner of your mouth as they both leads you to sink on the eldest's dick. The feeling knocks the air out of you, he’s so fucking big. You can’t help but ponder how much bigger he could be if was taller. He whispers soothing words in your ear, Felix kissing over your collarbone. You breathe, using the same technique as when your boyfriend fucks into your ass. Chan groans, your cunt is so hot and tight, and he can feel your slick gummy walls perfectly. It makes you all the more addictive. He can also feel the bump of the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt. When Chan feels your cervix kiss the head of his cock, he halts your descent, a good inch or two left.

"M-more." You press and Chan rubs circles over your lower stomach. He smirks, he can feel the bulge of his cock already, and you mewl when he presses down.

"You sure, baby girl?" Chan's voice has gotten huskier somehow, deeper, rumbling through you. Felix smirks and lowers his voice himself, bringing his mouth to your other ear. What your boyfriend planned on saying next will probably earn him a playful smack later, but he’s so eager to see your unfiltered reaction. Your eyes are already blank, nothing but cock on the brain.

"Tell daddy how you want his cock." Felix orders you and Chan gasps as your cunt squeezes him hard. He huffs, thinking he misheard what Felix whispered to you at first.

"Want daddy deeper~" You whimper and the men both groan at your plea.

"Yeah?" Felix teases you further.

"Yes, sir~" You plead to him instead and he smiles. You’re too fucking cute. There’s a very specific reason Felix prefers you call him sir during sex, and that reason is splitting you open on his cock. At first, he didn’t want to use 'daddy' because he was jealous, thinking it might make you think of Chan. Especially since you jokingly call the eldest that all the time. But now…everything’s worked out perfectly.

"Okay, pumpkin." Your boyfriend's pet name for you changes and the new word makes your core pulse around the other's dick. Chan knows that you both went full into roleplay mode at that.

"Daddy~" You whine, and he laughs, acquiescing. You yelp when his hips shifts under him better, letting him thrusts up hard, burying his cock all the way in you. Words escaped you, only a string of babbles left you. Felix smiles and shuffles down the bed more. Chan watches, curious, and almost protested as the other man moves. He just let Felix do whatever though. Your legs are spread to sling over Chan's, holding them open. Felix's hands comes to your inner thighs, spreading you further and he marveled at your folds straining to takes Chan's massive cock. Your entire body jerked when he flicks his tongue at your swollen clit, his tongue lightly brushing over the other's dick. The man's arms tightens a bit around you as you slump into him further, and with one more flick of Felix's tongue, you fall apart again. At this point, your cunt is burning from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend knows if you get over the crest of pain, you can just keep on going. After your spasms goes away, he sits back to just watch again, nodding to Chan.

"Ready, baby girl? Want daddy to fuck ya good?" His hand comes to rest under your jaw, putting just enough pressure for you to feel it but not restricting your airway.

"Please!" You mewl, head lolling back and forth. His other hand is still on your stomach, and Felix puts his hands on your hips to help, lifting you slightly and pressing you back down as Chan fucks up. You gasp, your cunt stung from the friction, but the pain is so good as the man behind you rails you. It’s a good thing Felix is okay with Chan joining, you thought later, because you don’t think you could live never taking him again. You’re definitely a size queen and Felix marvels at you taking his friend like a champ.

"Ah, fuck, (Y/N)~" Chan is getting close, and he looks to your boyfriend, asking permission. Felix looks at your fucked out expression.

"Cum in her." he tells Chan, and he gets as deep as he can and lets go. Your stinging core piques, the pain burning into pleasure, and you aren’t sure if Chan filling you with his sticky cum is what put you over or Felix's voice.

"Oh, good girl~ Fuck!" The man moans himself as he feels his cum overflow from your cunt and drip down past his balls and onto the bedding. Felix is still rock hard, not having comes or been touched at all that night, but he’s fine dealing with himself in the shower if you’re too tired.

"Felix!" You reach for him again and he comes back to you.

"What do you need, pumpkin?"

"You…" You pout and he smiles brightly.

"I don’t think your cute little cunt can handle more." He coos and Chan huffs playfully. He’s still hard and really don’t wants to pull out anyway.

"Let’s turn her around." He suggests to the younger man. You cry out a bit when they move you around. When your chest meets Chan's, he sinks back into you, the new position and angle let him sink deeper. You shiver, falling into him and he laughs.

"You're so cute." He praises. He’s content to let you warm his cock, watching Felix scooch forward. His fingers wraps around the plug, and you breathed as if through muscle memory as he pulls it out. It clatters onto the floor from him tossing it. Can your body handle him filling your ass with Chan in your pussy? Guess you’ll all find out soon enough. Your breathing shifts when you feel Felix's cock at your pucker, he barely presses the tip in as he takes the lube Chan has reached for on the nightstand. Drizzling more onto himself, he starts to ease inside you. You shiver, your back hole welcoming the familiar intrusion.

"So good, pumpkin." Your boyfriend praises. To get in you best, he has to swing his leg over Chan’s, but he don’t mind. Chan helps him adjust you some and they both let you adjust to being completely full. Each breath you press out carried a slight moan and your little noises brings grins to both of the men's faces. After witnessing everything, as well as your even-tighter-than-usual canal clenching his cock, Felix knows he won’t last long. Might be for the best anyway considering your physical and mental state. Your nails weekly dig into the skin of Chan's chest where you lay as Felix pumps his hips. His thrusts are short and deep, and your body rocking slightly brushes your sensitive clit against the skin of Chan's pelvis. A defined vein that leads down to his cock gives just enough of a differing pressure as you rock.

"Okay, love, I'll fill you good than you can take a bath. Daddy and I will take care of you tonight and tomorrow." Felix picks the pace of his thrusts up and Chan hisses some as your cunt clenches hard and your nails carve crescents into his skin.

"(Y/N), be a good girl for daddy and cum." Chan's words are all you need, and you come one more time, Felix spraying your insides white. From the tight clench and the wait, Chan is sensitive himself and you cumming makes him fall apart with you two. Even more jizz spurted out from where your body meets Chan's and more of the sticky goo leaked from where Felix is inside you. You’re a complete mess and Felix wouldn’t have it any other way. Your consciousnesses fades, your eyes slipping closed, and the two men praise you for doing such a good job for them. Deciding to just clean you up with a towel for now, Felix helps you rest on your side as you sleep, leaving the blanket off you, your skin still hot. Your boyfriend pets your hair as Chan takes a quick shower and then they switch places.

"Are you sure?" the eldest asks, stroking your hair softly when Felix sits on the bed behind you.

"You love her, right?"

"I-I…" Chan swallows hard.

"Hyung?"

"…yes."

"I didn’t want to admit it before, but she likes you a lot. I know though that she loves me too…I think she deserves the world, but why not throw the moon in along with it?" Felix means every word. He loves you so much that he wants you to be loves twice as much, if not more.

"Well, guess I should change my name to Moon, huh?" Chan huffs and Felix rolls his eyes at the horrible pun.

"Just promise me when you two get married that I can be the best man." The eldest continues and your boyfriend smiles down at you.

"Of course. Wouldn’t have anyone else."

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THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 6>

word count: 2.5k

Sophia's POV:

Heat was roaming over my whole body as I was sitting on Roman's lap, body to body or more precisely clothes to clothes.

Mouth to mouth.

We were having a heated makeout session with slow and sloppy kisses and some little moans coming out of us.

I could feel his not so short beard tickling my whole face. Unfamiliar sensation for me since I have never made out with a too bearded guy. I could also feel his huge hands on my butt and squeezing it.

We stopped for a bit to take a breath and stare at each other. The spark of lust in his deep brown eyes let me know what he wants.

However, it's not the time or place.

"I think we must stop." I spoke through my heavy breaths.

I abruptly opened my eyes and slightly lifted my head.

What dream did I just have?

I swear this didn't happen in real life.

Me and Roman just drank ONE glass of wine then we took a nap, we got in New York and he drove me home. That's it.

I checked the time on my phone and it's almost noon.

I got home really late or must I say early - around 5am.

After I did my morning routine I put on some gray sweatpants and dark blue blouse, ready to drink my coffee and do some pilates.

Maybe talk to mom if she is here. I know it's Saturday but being a surgeon is very, very demanding job and you have to be available 24/7.

It has been like this since I remember myself.

Couldn't spend too much time with my mom, so basically my dad raised me...until he died 9 years ago.

Although it has been almost a decade, you can never get over the pain of losing a parent especially when he was so close to you.

During my college years uncle was the one who supported me to pursue my dreams. He even helped me a lot with the studies and everything.

I learned a lot from him.

I remember ever since I was a kid my dad always told me that I resemble uncle in so many ways. He even said it's like I'm uncle's daugher and not his.

My dad was way different from uncle though. While uncle has this formal, practical persona and so on, my dad was more of like a free spirit.

He was changing jobs constantly. Couldn't really keep himself in one place. I remember him and mom always argued. He just didn't like the idea of mom bringing more money at home than him. That fact was crushing him every single day until he decided to overdose and end it all.

It's kind of stupid, if you think about it, ain't it?

He could have just asked for a divorce and still be here with us but I know dad loved mom with his whole heart although mom is a very, very difficult woman.

Perfectionist at its finest, unemotional, smart.

I mean she needs these qualities for her job, I know that but I admit she is not easy. I also admit that I inherited a lot from her and it's not just the looks.

As I went downstairs to make myself some coffee I heard some voices chattering.

Oh God, did she invite somebody?

When I got in the living room, I saw my mother drinking coffee and eating with my two best friends from college - Tina and Cleo.

My two beautiful, 10/10 best friends who've been by my side since first year of college.

Tina is a long haired brunette woman with light brown eyes, skinny body and the most beautiful smile in the world and I mean it. A literal angel came from heaven and she got married a few months ago to a very good man.

He is meant just for her.

Cleo is a curly girl with light brown skin and hazel eyes. Body is tea, fashion sense too and she got engaged last month. Therefore we shall expect a wedding soon.

"Somebody forgot she invited guests over the weekend." mom scolded me.

I put my hand on my temple.

"I'm so sorry, girls." I said as I went to the table and hugged them.

"It's okay, Soph. You are a busy Wise Woman." Cleo teased me and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Oh me and Noah watched Smackdown last night. He is a big fan of the show and suddenly I am too." Tina chuckled and I slightly wrinkled my lips.

"Me and Jeremiah too. He is crazy for WWE." I scratched my neck. "You were amazing, girl. Best thing of the night and I'm not biased."

"Thank you." I batted my eyelids and looked at mother.

"I took a few glimpses. Sometimes I think you came out of your uncle, not from me." she stated and shook her head. However, she didn't quite use a cold tone, it was rather proud in a way. Judging by her expression, she is lowkey proud.

"That guy Roman is something else though. I made a comment how hot he is and Jer...just agreed." my jaw fell on the floor. "He is his favorite."

"Oh my God." I put my hand on my mouth and headed to the coffee machine in the kitchen box.

"A normal man would feel jealous but he said 'yeah, I know' and continued watching." Cleo still seemed in disbelief but so am I.

"Noah likes Cody more but he made an interesting statement." Tina hinted something and I turned on the machine while being all in ears. "He said that Roman and Sophia look cute together."

"He said what?" I turned around immediately in shock.

"He said that he envisions a deeper storyline with you two." she added and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Storyline as in the show or storyline out of the show?" my mom asked in case she didn't understand.

"I think he meant in the show but who knows." Tina replied as I grabbed the ready coffee and went to them.

"So what's going on with yall?" I finally sat on the table.

Roman's POV:

Right now I am training with Jon and Josh in my home gym. Whenever we can, we train together. We have always been together.

Especially with the twins. We've been like triplets our whole lives. They are my closest family and friends that I have, to be honest.

We literally grew up together ever and have been through so much long before WWE.

"Uce, that Paul niece...goddamn." Josh started speaking while lifting his weights. "Seems like a big gem."

"Yeah, she completely nailed it last night." I agreed.

"And you want to nail her, don't you, Joe?" Jon just put me in the hot chair.

"What?" his younger twin furrowed his eyebrows. "Uce..."

"My plans are long-term." this is what I decided to reply.

Josh seemed really confused as hell.

"She is Paul's niece and probably around 20 years younger than you...and us." he stated and I rolled my eyes.

"Twelve years." I corrected him.

The twins exchanged looks. Josh was confused and Jon had confirming look.

"These two didn't shut up the whole ride. Me and Yoko had to move to the bedrooms." Jon pointed at me.

"Well, good luck with making a young woman like her fall for you." Josh managed to say and giving me that look of judgement.

"It's like yall don't know me." I was actually disappointed. "I can and I will get her." I declared. Damn. 'Believe that' almost came out of my mouth.

"Well, you better start working cause it seems like she has a lot of admirers and now that she got into the business, they will become even more." the elder twin advised me and I just flashed a smirk, looking down.

"Mission already started." I uttered.

Sophia's POV:

"We are in a process of wedding planning." Cleo said and my jaw dropped.

"Already?! I thought yall weren't gonna rush." I exclaimed.

"We thought that too but we tend to talk about it a lot so me and Jer actually started thinking of concepts." my friend had that amazing glow of a freshly engaged woman and the excitement rush of planning a wedding.

I am really happy that they found the right guys for them. Sometimes I can't help but wonder when I will find mine.

The door bell cut off Cleo's storytime.

Mom got up saying that she will check who it might be.

"As of now we are thinking about a small spring wedding, like a garden party with lots of flowers." me and Tina nodded in agreement, liking the idea.

I suddenly saw my mom going into the room carrying a bouquet with a white wrapping and red flowers.

They looked kinda like lilium but I'm not quite sure.

"These ones seem like a great idea." she got into the conversation and my friends also turned to her, shocked at the view.

"Does my mom have a secret admirer?" I cocked my eyebrow and smirked. I mean she is a pretty attractive woman and she has always been but her next man has to be a billionaire or something.

"They are for you actually." she replied and handed me the bouquet.

The flowers were red on the outside and white on the inside. Insanely pretty and smell amazing, too.

Oh my God.

I saw there was a not so little card in it and it was written 'for Sophia'.

"The WWE men started with the wooing." Tina commented.

"Can you read it aloud? Please." Cleo begged.

"My dear Wise Woman. Seeing you last night trying to read "Goddesses in every woman" (I didn't quite leave you but it still made me think) evoked a thought in my head which goddess hides in you. My first thought was Aphrodite but then I realized you are actually Athena - the goddess of wisdom. I also did a research about her that she is portrayed as a companion of heroes (me in the case). I also checked out that the Roman equation of Athena is Minerva and the flowers you see in this bouquet are Amaryllis 'Minerva' symbolising determination and strength. Also, they kinda look like you ;)

Sincerely from Your Tribal Chief"

I rested my back on the chair trying to process everything I just read right now.

My friends had the same reaction and I swear I could see surprise in mom's face too.

"Holy, these old school men don't play." Cleo grabbed her curly hair. "How many times have you two met?"

"Just two. Last night and when I was hired." I replied.

"Olivia, I think you have a son in law in the way." Tina warned mom.

"Let's see how long he is gonna keep this energy. He is an athlete after all." mom shrugged it off.

"A hella romantic one, though. Goddamn." Cleo swore once again. "Old school men really don't play. This is exactly how you do it."

I bit my lips trying to hide the big grin that would stick on my mouth.

This is romantic, indeed adding the fact that I have always associated myself with Athena and Roman has no idea. He was just thinking about this.

"What are you waiting for? Call Roman and thank him." Tina scolded me.

"Right." I mumbled and took my phone then left the table, so I could talk in private.

He gave me his number the day we met, so we have our contacts.

I dialed his number and I felt my heart pounding fast in my chest.

I am still feel the adrenaline in my blood. This is literally the sweetest thing a man has ever done for me.

"Hey." I heard his bass-deep voice that could drive any woman crazy and I am no different.

"Hi, Roman." I replied with my soft feminine voice.

"I received your present." I continued talking and bit my lip. "Thank you so much for the gesture and especially the astonishingly detailed card." I chuckled slightly. "You just left me speechless really." I spoke frankly.

I heard his deep chuckle.

"I am a man of detail, sweetheart. Remember that." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone and I almost fell to the ground.

A detailed man? Oh my God. Literally my dream.

"I love the flowers too." I added. "Thank you so much once again. Can't spell romantic without Roman." I giggled at the realization I just had and I heard him laughing.

"You said it alone."

"You are welcome, Soph. I am capable of even more but you are gonna see in the future." I swear to God he would wink at me if we were face to face right now.

"Can't wait." I bit my lips.

"By the way, what are your plans for today?" he changed the topic.

"I am hanging out with my friends now then I will work out and then I don't know. What about you?" I literally have no plans for later.

"Well how about we go out tonight?" he asked me.

"Hmm...where?" I replied with a question. I know I shouldn't agree immediately.

"Somewhere nice." I hate him. Why doesn't he tell me the specific place? Did he think about it or he is as of now.

"Okay." I said after a few seconds.

"Great. Be ready at 7. I'm gonna pick you up." Roman said with a note of command which I cannot help but find hot in a way unless he crosses the line.

"See ya." I said and hung up.

Okay, what should I wear?

"Definitely not that" Cleo said with judging tone after I showed them an option from my wardrobe.

"I think you should stop with your snobbish business outfits and pull something out of the slut wardrobe." Tina advised me and started roaming into the clothes in my big wardrobe.

"Something with big cleavage." Cleo gave her clues and she pulled out a very, very short red dress that I have which is more for the club.

"Girls, I am dealing with the face of sports entertainment. He is taking me to a dinner at a very expensive restaurant, most likely and not the local pub, okay?" I tried to explain them the deal since they don't seem to understand.

"Plus, he is an elder man, not one of our peers." I added.

"True." Tina agreed. "Then something classy" she started looking around again.

"And still revealing but noy so much." Cleo yelled after her. "Revealing cleavage but not so short."

"I think I found the one." Tina announced as she pulled out a hanger with black sleevless dress and a black little fur collar.

I put it on me to see where is the length and it's a bit below the knees which makes it perfect, in my opinion.

"Oh my. I completely forgot about this set." I gasped.

"It's even still with the tag on it." Tina almost facepalmed.

"Some black heels and pretty necklace and you are ready, sweetie." Cleo said.

"Plus your signature hair volume and natural curls." Tina made a chef's kiss. "Make him weak."

"He is a professional athlete. There is nothing weak about him." I slapped them with logic once again.

"Okay but he is still a man. Make him nervous." Cleo said in one of these villian-like daring tone.

I licked my lips.

"We'll see." I just said.

#roman reigns #tribal chief #wwe #head of the table #the bloodline #roman reigns fanfiction

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To Share A Kiss The Devil Has Known

(ch. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x you // Eddie Munson x f!reader // perv!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

Genre: romance, mild smut, Catholic trauma, religious trauma, friends to lovers, slow burn

Notes: thank you for all the support on the first part! there is one more chapter after this one (three in total) // Eddie is kinda pervy lol // he’s kinda dark but also not // i tried to write him to be as much of a consent king as possible // honestly, you can just read this without reading the first ch lol but that would help with tiny details!

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // talks of religion, reader's parents are religious, light manipulation, pillow humping, humping, first times, dacryphilia, corruption kink, praise kink, masturbation // please let me know if there should be more added, thank you!

ao3 // chapter one // chapter three // masterlist // series masterlist

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To say Eddie was ecstatic as he drove to your home, is an understatement. He had driven you there countless times after school or the rare late-night tutoring sessions, but he has never gone inside. There was never a reason to. Especially since you both were often only together during school hours and only meeting each other during weekends on the rare occasion you didn’t have a church obligation.

How he longed to enter the holy house he passed by every few nights to see if you were still awake late into the evening after he finished band rehearsal. Eddie wondered what it is that you did when the light was on, but your shadow was nowhere near the desk next to the bedroom window.

Little did he know, today was the day he would find out.

“You seem a little too excited to work on an English project, Eddie,” you said once you noticed that you weren’t the only one in the car who was jittering in their seat.

“Oh, I’m dreading the work, believe me,” he chuckled. “What I am excited for is the fact that I’m going into your sanctuary for the first time. Now I can find out your dirty little secrets.”

The raspiness in his both scared and excited you. “Hm?” You looked at him for the first time with wide eyes and a shaky voice.

“Does this mean we get to go into your room too?” Eddie teased.

“My room? N-no, we can’t go in there.” Inviting the muse of your sins into your home was one thing, going into your room would only make you feel God’s wrath ten-fold.

“Oooh, she is hiding something, isn’t she?” Eddie wound you up again, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while the other tried to tickle your leg — you backed away again.

You ignored his teasing, speaking to him in a barely audible whisper: “we’ll work in the basement where my father’s study is. He won’t be using it today since it’s Monday and it’s his day off.”

“Will you tell me what’s bothering you before we head in?” The Dealer said with a pout as he parked in your driveway. “Was it something a person did? Something I did?” If his perverted ways were caught, he wanted to find out now. “You promised you’d tell me, you never break your promises.”

The guilt was eating you up now. Lying, sinning, breaking commandments, and now you’re on the path to breaking promises. If you were alone right now, you would cry; instead, one tear escaped your eyes.

“I promise, it’s nothing,” the lie came easily this time. “Let’s head inside, please, Eddie.”

“Alright,” he didn’t want to admit just how beautiful you looked while you cried.

Once Eddie had opened the passenger for you and let you lead the way into the house, both of your hearts were beating quickly. It became clear that the two of you were nervous about one thing or another – but, there was one consistent anxious thought: your parents were home.

As you attempted to unlock the front door with shaky hands, the keys rattling a bit louder than what a normal person would be doing, Eddie whispered in your ear.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour, no need to worry,” his voice was husky, resonating through your body with every syllable, and his hot breath on your skin since he pushed your hair to the side without you noticing. It was hard to recognize things with everything going on in your head; so much so, that you didn’t get the opportunity to twist the lock correctly as you turned your head quickly to face him.

Just then, the door opened, key still in the hole and your hand on the handle — leading you to trip slightly at the door frame. “Darling, you’re home early,” your mother’s sweet, but very confused, voice greeted you at the entrance.

“Sorry I called earlier saying I would be home late, but then the library was full so we couldn’t work there,” you said meekly whilst taking a step away from Eddie to rid your figures of the compromising position you were just in.

“Come inside, and tell me who your friend is,” the sheer nervousness in her voice was comedic. Your mother knew exactly who this was. Why you allowed him into this Catholic home, she’ll never understand.

“W-well this is Eddie, he’s the one whose locker is right next to mine,” you stated, looking over at the boy who was nervous in front of you for the first time in your friendship. He must have felt you glance over at him, since Eddie tilted his head up to mouth: ‘you talk about me?’ before winking in your direction. The smiles that appeared on both of your nervous faces went away quickly.

A loud cough shocked you, making you two break eye contact, and jump slightly at the sound as you were taking your shoes off. “Munson?”

“Yes, sir.” There were times Eddie hated his last name when older people used it — since they would automatically think of his father.

“What are you doing in my house?” The anger in your own father’s voice was frightening. Yes, he told you to stay away from Eddie. But Eddie was always nice to you, always sweet and caring; never did you see him commit sins in front of you, so you thought.

“We were assigned on a project together,” you cut off your own conflicted thoughts. “It’s due Wednesday. However, tomorrow we’re both busy so we wanted to finish it tonight,” the leg-bouncing came back again. “May we please use the basement, dad? You have lots of books in there we could—"

“No,” there was a fire in your father’s eyes that intensified your freight as he began a staredown with your project partner. The man was mad — the first time his daughter brought a friend home and it’s a boy, Eddie Munson for that matter. The boy was known around town for committing the sinful acts of the Devil. Now you’re asking to spend the entire night with him, alone in a dark room? Over his dead body.

Your mother came to the rescue to ease the tension, “of course you can, I’ll even bring down snacks, and dinner too, since we were planning on ordering take-out tonight anyways.” She looked over at your father with threatening eyes, trying to make him notice that his daughter was on the verge of tears in front of a guest.

“That’s alright, I can take care of—”

“Oh, she’ll be taking care of me alright,” Eddie said in your father’s direction with a sinister smirk, then looked to your mother sweetly. “But, I don’t mean to intrude. I can grab dinner on my way home.”

“Nonsense, you two head downstairs and I’ll bring some water and the strawberries that were new at the store today.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the sweet similarities between you and your mother. On the other hand, he really loved pissing off your dad — if all the old man could see was the spawn of Satan, then Eddie was going to give it to him.

“Thank you, ma’am. Now, why don’t you lead the way, Angel?” he said while casually placing a hand on your shoulder, then leading a trail to your neck to loop his fingers through your silver chain. Eddie made sure that he glanced in your father’s direction, when you slightly whimpered at the tug and looked up at the long-haired man.

“S-sure, it’s this way. See you guys later then,” you were a stuttering mess, trying to speak to your parents while guiding Eddie through your house.

The only thing you hoped was that once you were alone with Eddie again, your mind would focus on the work; not the intensifying feeling of guilt which made your heart and legs ache.

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Once the backpacks were on the floor next to the sofa, the contents of your pencil case spread out on the large table your father had in the basement, and a lined sheet of paper with a brainstorm of scratches all over it — the project was well on its way to be completed. At first, since Eddie barely cracked the book open, you two needed to read the assigned chapter. He mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to focus unless you took turns reading it aloud, so that’s what you did. At one point, your mother came down and set some fruit on the coffee table, where you would take a bite of a strawberry whenever you were not reading a page — Eddie did the same thing.

In truth, he was barely listening to the story, only staring at how your lips became more plump and pink as each paragraph was read. The Dealer hoped that you wouldn’t notice how he inches closer to you on the couch slowly. So that by the time the final page was finished, your knees were touching.

“Such a pretty voice,” Eddie teased when you stopped reading, nearly whispering it in your ear. Now you started to tense up again.

“Yours is nicer, I guess it’s because of all your Dungeons & Dragons games,” you awkwardly giggle whilst moving to the left.

“Maybe you should play one day, but I don’t think you want more of the Devil inside of you,” he chuckled to himself, not realizing how the words made your heart drop.

“W-what do you mean by that?” your eyes went wide with guilt as you responded.

“Oh, you know,” Eddie elongated the final syllable momentarily. “I can tell you’re keeping secrets from me. You said it was nothing someone else or I did that’s bothering you. That must mean it’s something you did, huh?”

His curiousity was always something you enjoyed, it led to your imagination to grow in return. But now, this tendency of his was only making you more nervous if he found out what you did.

You wouldn’t be his good girl anymore.

“We should work on the project now,” you said sternly, ignoring his question.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He flashed his signature smile and wink, then stretched his body from the couch. Then with a tap to your shoulder, you followed him to the large table.

After three hours, the report itself was done. Mainly you did the majority of the analysis while you asked Eddie what he thought about your points. Luckily, his creativity ran wild so you could just build on what he would say to make his profound words sound professional. Then, as you two were grabbing construction paper and poster board from your mother’s craft stash in the basement, she came down to give you both a simple take-out container of Chinese food.

Truly, she had been checking up on you two every half-hour. Even going as far as taking you to the side to whisper: “don’t do anything unjust or sinful with that boy. He has a reputation and your father is just beside himself with fear as to what the Munson-child will do to you.” Although she had been the polite host to Eddie, she was always the Catholic housewife who cared more about people’s virtue than anything else.

Not that your mother had anything to worry about tonight. Thus far, you were so focused on the task at hand that you barely had any unsavoury thoughts about your friend. Like how when Eddie would put his chin on your shoulder as you wrote down what he would say in your ear, making sure that he rubbed your back as he was doing so. You didn’t recognize that whenever you responded to him with a ‘yeah,’ it came out in a whimper sometimes. Even when The Dealer had gone on a tangent explaining something, and he flailed his arms in the air, only to land them on the table — leaning forward and stared intensely into your eyes; you barely noticed how your thighs squeezed together at the tingling feeling between.

But Eddie noticed, he noticed everything and was loving it. He knew that the project would take your mind off of what was bothering you, so he went back to his regularly scheduled programming. This time though, instead of your sweet smiles and giggles to his antics — you were biting your lip, crossing your legs tightly, and blushing while you laughed. As you two ate dinner at the coffee table while sitting on the floor, Eddie couldn’t help but glance down at the skin of your thighs peaking through the bottom of your skirt; especially how you didn’t fix it like you usually do. Something really was going on with you today.

“Do you wanna play some music while we work on the presentation part? What type of music does your dad have in here anyways?” Eddie asked while eyeing you suspiciously and eating an egg roll. He was going to try and make you talk about something other than school for the first time in four hours.

“A lot of gospel music.”

“Seriously?” He looked at you with wide eyes and an even wider smile of disbelief.

“Yes, he likes listening to that type of stuff, I do too,” you said defensively.

The man walks up to your father’s record player and the shelf of records that are lined up behind it. You were right. “Not even The Beatles or The Rolling Stones? Your old man probably has something.”

“I’ve never heard him listen to that before. Your uncle has them though, right? We listened to them when I tutored you last year. Those songs were really nice to listen to.” You stood next to him and as he graced his fingers on the spines of the cardboard cases.

“That’s right, my smart girl.” Eddie groaned and chose one of the records that mentioned it was only instrumentals. It would be better than nothing, so he gave it to you to start playing. “We should put this on, because I’m sure that any of this Christian music will make me burn up,” he emphasized his words by pretending to be burned with holy water, like in the movies. “I’m a sinner, baby,” he chokes out.

He was just joking around, you knew that. But you stood there with the record in your hand, frozen in place for a moment, before quietly saying: “I think we should finish up this presentation, Eddie.” Then passed the vinyl back to him to input in the record player. You quickly walked to the large table with your silver crucifix between your fingers, while Eddie stood with gears turning in his head.

That was it.

Just from mentioning the word ‘sin’ and you were shaking with a fear he has never seen from you since that one time Eddie showed you his tattoo of a demon. Only this time, your fear looked like it traumatized you.

What could have happened to make you feel this way? Did you sin and your Catholic guilt was eating you up? — the questions plagued his mind as he went over to your fidgeting figure sitting at the work table again.

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It was nearly eleven o’clock when Eddie and yourself were almost done with the presentation. Whichever teacher in the staff room thought that this project could be done in two days was probably delusional. It took you two almost nine hours to do the bare minimum. Alas, as you and Eddie stood at the table, adding paint and construction paper to the biggest piece of poster board your mom hoarded, it was close to the finish line. While there were instances where your guilt would reappear more often now than before dinner — your mind was still focused on the project.

That was until your father’s voice echoed through the basement’s halls for the first time tonight. He stood at the stairs, still being able to see you and Eddie nearly climbing the table to finish the poster. Still, there was fire in his eyes.

“Are you two almost finished, yet? It’s pretty late and you both have school in the morning,” he said sternly, but only staring down the young Munson.

“Almost, dad, we just need to wait for this to dry up and practice the presentation with it,” your voice was quiet as your eyes went from your father’s crossed arms to Eddie’s sinister smile.

“When will you be going home, Munson?”

“Oh I don't know, whenever she finishes,” he knew that your father understood the innuendo; however, you stood there tilting your head in confusion.

Your father scoffs loudly before giving Eddie one last threatening look, then turns to you. “Wrap it up whenever you can. I’m heading to bed, but your mother will be upstairs, so no dilly dallying.” You’re pretty sure that comment was meant for the boy standing with horrible posture next to you, but it still registered as a threat in your head.

“Goodnight, dad,” you nodded, looking up at him with big eyes as he began to walk up the stairs. But, a slightly taunting voice made your father stop in his tracks.

“Sweet dreams, we’ll be having lots of fun down here,” Eddie said with his smile getting wider with each word. You thought he was just trying to make your father laugh a bit before leaving — with a sarcastic tone towards the school project. But it looks like the scoff your father made, indicated that it didn’t go through; in actuality, your father could see the new innuendo the young man was doing, but decided not to be the overbearing father for once.

As his steps became fainter, you looked towards Eddie who was now putting a cigarette in his mouth, “what did you mean? When you said, ‘whenever she finishes.’?” you asked. He tried his best not to let his lips curl upwards at his joy of seeing you so innocent to the sexual joke.

“U-uhh nothing.”

“Good, because. I’m not doing all this work all on my own, we’ve been doing this as partners this whole time. Let’s finish together.” The amount of times he has imagined your voice saying those last three words in his ears was unfathomable — he would memorize this snippet for the rest of his life. Eddie was so enthralled by your words that he didn’t notice that you took the cigarette out of his mouth and was speaking to him again. “You can’t smoke that in here.”

“Your old man smokes.”

“That’s different, he only smokes cigars and they smell nicer.”

“Tell me where they are and I’ll have my first one tonight,” he winked at you with a smile.

In an instant, he took the stick back from your fingers and placed it between his lips again. “Eddie, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” you sighed in defeat. “Do you promise to finish the title on the poster while I write up the script on cards, if I let you finish that one cigarette?”

“You could always share it with me so I can finish it faster,” he teased. “Or do you not want to give in to the Devil’s temptation again?”

“A-again?” you stuttered.

Eddie stayed silent for a moment, lighting his cigarette then picked up the letter cut outs to start applying glue on them. “You feel guilty for something, don’t you? Did you sin, sweet girl? You’ve been dodging the topic all day and the only time I was able to read the thoughts behind your eyes was when I brought up the word ‘sin,’ you’re even shaking now just like you did a couple hours ago.”

He was speaking so nonchalantly. You couldn’t take your eyes away from Eddie’s fingers as they move quickly on the paper, then up to his lips to hold the stick between them. Guilt was eating you up quickly now. No matter how long it subsided, it always came back. Now, even more so since the muse of your sins is starting to figure you out. But then, you remembered: “f-fine, I mentioned that I would tell you after we finished, so m-maybe I’ll be ready t-to tell you then.”

“Looks like you better finish up those cards fast, because I’m ready to hear it all, baby.”

This was it.

The beginning of your end.

As you let Eddie use the table, you moved over to the couch, wanting to be far away from him for a little while. Trying to calm your nerves, think of the words to say, whether you would tell him the truth or not, theorizing what he would think of you if you did decide to confess: they were all reasons to stay apart. Especially so The Dealer didn’t see your shaky hands finish up the cue cards.

Eddie is going to hate me — the words repeated in your head every few moments. You were his sweet girl, the one who read the Bible as often as he read the Lord of the Rings books, the one who needed him to explain dirty jokes to you that people said around school. You weren’t supposed to unknowingly sin for weeks on end with his voice being the imaginary guide to help you find the most relief. After hearing condemnation from your friend at Bible study and your beloved priest right afterwards, you weren’t so sure how your heart would take seeing Eddie’s disgust with you. At this rate, the cue cards were going to be ineligible when you two needed to glance down at them on Wednesday.

Even from a few feet away, Eddie swears he could hear the gears turning in your head, alongside the continuous pattern of leg shaking. He felt bad, truly. You were always one to be so kind to everyone, so giving and polite. That no matter how much he wanted to know the dirty little secret that was causing you so much pain, what he really wanted to do was just take it all away. Eddie hoped that if you did decide to tell him the truth, that you would feel better afterwards. But, you wouldn’t be able to tell him anything clearly if you were full of anxiety. So he lit another cigarette, making sure you were still busy writing on cue cards with furrowed brows, and walked towards your father’s record player. The selection was absurd, but the soft instrumentals might help soothe your soul.

In a way, The Dealer regrets teasing you so much about it. You were fine when you were distracted by the project, but now that it was almost over and you were amping yourself up to confess something – you looked like you were about to cry like you did this morning. It was both cute and caused a strain in his heart. Eddie thought back to seeing you first thing this morning and how much has happened to lead up to this point, as he sets a new record to play then jumps on the couch next to you.

“Almost done, princess?”

“Y-yeah, this is the last card. But it’s messy since my hand hurts and I’m sleepy,” you try to lie a bit to see if he would mention you should sleep instead of having a basement confessional.

The lying was coming to you easily, you really were trying to hide something from him, Eddie thought. “Well then, I would call this an extremely successful night. We’re gonna ace this.”

“Hopefully, weren’t you failing this class because of the last test?”

“Yes, but now because of you, my little Angel, I’m gonna get my grades up,” he winked at you as he continued inhaling cigarette smoke and exhaling it behind him.

“Please don’t call me that,” you said, putting down the cue cards on the table and then squeezing the fabric of your skirt out of sheer nervousness.

The way your heart was beating out of your chest was hurting you. It felt the same way yesterday when you walked to the confessional at church — and that didn’t turn out so well. So why would it be any different if you tell someone else your sins?

“You’ve been hot and cold all day. If it’s a serious problem and you don't want to tell me about it then maybe you should tell your parents.”

You were so entranced by your own beating heart that you didn’t notice that Eddie put out his cigarette and sat right next to you in the middle of the couch, while you were leaning slightly on the left arm.

“I couldn’t possibly tell them, Eddie. I’m already too scared to tell you,” you gasped with tears welling up in your eyes.

He cautiously reached an arm around you, unsure if you would accept it or not — now that you weren’t distracted by the project, Eddie feared the aching feeling that occurred whenever you pulled away from him throughout the day. This time though, you welcomed it as he started to stroke your skin with this thumb. “It’s probably not as bad as you think it is. Hell, I’ve probably done a lot worse in the past three days,” Eddie chuckled in your ear.

“Do you like sinning, Eddie?” It’s now or never, you decided to blurt out part of the thoughts lingering in your head.

“What?”

“The things you do, the things you’re known for. My parents say it’s a form of sinning. But that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

You said your words nearly into his chest, as you went to face him but didn’t have the courage to look him in the eye. Eddie thought it was endearing, “do you think I’m a bad person?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know your answer though.

“No,” you exclaimed. “Not at all. It’s just—

“If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to—” he tried to cut you off, but your quiet voice took over the room.

“If sinning is so bad, then why does it feel so good?” You finally said aloud the questions that were haunting you. “Why are you still the nicest person I know, when everyone else says that you could be a bad influence on me?” you looked up at Eddie now, shivering at how close he was to your face.

“On Sunday, I saw you walk out of the church,” things were starting to click.

“I went to confession that day and —”

You sobbed, not being able to contain the conflicting emotions you were feeling. The guilt of your sins, and how you wanted nothing more than to do it again.

You’re going to Hell. This confessional is just going to seal it.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. But it may make you feel better.” On the other hand, Eddie wants nothing more than to know your sins, and figure out why you wanted to keep it a secret from him.

Judging by the way you’re continuously clenching your thighs together, he has an idea what it could be.

“I shouldn’t,” you say nervously. Just then, Eddie unwraps his arm around you and you whimper at the lost comforting feeling. He kneels in front of you instead. His touch never left you though: placing a trail from your shoulder, to your back, then down your right arm to ultimately grasp your hands. As he held both your hands in one of his, the other stroked your thigh lightly before joining all four of your hands together.

You didn’t want to admit that it felt really good.

“Trust me, anything you did that’s making you feel guilty, everyone else has probably done a million times worse,” Eddie said with a grin.

“Promise not to tell?”

“Promise,” he tried to soothe your shaking legs by pressing his arm down on your thighs momentarily.

“A-and you won’t judge me?” You try to confirm it.

“Never.”

You quiet your sobs for a moment, not even breathing, in order to hear if your mother had started getting ready for bed. She has, since the television in the living room was turned off and there were no sounds of footsteps in the kitchen. So you look at Eddie again, tears still escaping your eyes.

Although he loves the vision of you shedding tears in his arms, he wipes some away with his sleeve. Then places his hand back down to your left thigh, stroking it slowly to try and calm you down. It works, but at the exact same time, it doesn’t. The town nominated the man in front of you as a pawn to Satan — and to you, he was just as bad as the snake in the garden of Eden. He’s the reason why you’re in this predicament. It’s his hands, lips, and tongue that you picture every night as you sin without guilt. Well, until this weekend.

“Sometimes when I go to bed, it’s hard for me to fall asleep because there’s something bothering me. Like my body doesn’t want to sleep until I t-take care of it.” You try your best to not stutter as you whisper the genesis of your guilt. Eddie knows exactly where the words are leading to. It takes every ounce of strength in his body not to push you too hard for his perverted agenda.

“What bothers you?” He asks while stroking your clenched hands with his left hand’s thumb. While the fingers on his right are circling your thigh in tiny patterns, inching closer to the hem of your skirt, but never going past it.

“Everything,” you croak out. “Like I needed a massage on every inch of my skin.”

Eddie chooses his next words carefully, trying to get you to say what he wants to hear: the confession. “If massaging your back and neck makes you feel this guilty, I could always do it for you,” he smiles with a small chuckle, causing you to follow.

“That’s not –”

“Then tell me,” he said through a smile.

You clench your legs together out of nervousness. Only to notice that Eddie had placed his fingers atop the middle of your thighs, right where they met. Your thighs had accidentally squished the calloused digits – nearly causing you to want to whimper, but you spoke instead.

“U-uhm, well,” you paused, “at night when I can’t sleep, there’s no need to massage my neck because that’s not the place that’s bothering me the most. It’s m-my–” Eddie’s eyes widen to urge you to continue.

“Remember, I promised not to judge you,” he says while stroking the skin of your hands in his. But you let your left hand leave the warmth, and moved it slowly to the silver crucifix at your neck. After a moment you made a trail down to the side of your hip — too afraid to point at the other spot that ached more.

“Here, right here.” The way you bite your lip makes you think it’s about to draw blood. “I feel like I need to move my hips back and forth. S-so I do.”

Eddie smiles, he’s getting there. It will only take a few more seconds until he hears the full confession, he can feel it. “That’s it, sweetheart? That’s not so bad, I’ve heard and done worse, trust me,” The Dealer says, trying to emit a competitive spirit within you to see if that will push you over the edge.

“No, the part that makes it a sin were my thoughts and what I did to them. You see, I–”

“There we go,” Eddie begins to massage between your clenched legs to try and pry them open so he could start stroking upon your inner thighs. Your body lets him before your mind has the opportunity to tell you otherwise. Your thighs are only an inch apart, but it’s enough room for Eddie to tease the sensitive skin.

“I get a pillow and put it between my legs. At first, I thought that maybe my muscles were stiff so that’s why I did it, honest,” you quietly exclaim to prove your innocent initial thoughts.

“Don’t worry, babygirl,” he lifts the hand that’s holding yours and kisses your knuckles sweetly. The action makes you whimper. “Pillows are soft, they’re nice. I don’t see any sinning yet though,” he says deeply as a response to your story and both of your bodies tonight.

“Then, I started to move my hips slowly because the rest of my body felt stiff. So I did, and it felt really n-nice,” you continue your story while barely looking him in the eye, but still following the movements of his hand on your thigh. “I kept going and going until I rolled over onto my stomach to get the ache from my muscles to go away from another angle.”

Eddie knew exactly what you were doing, and he prayed for the first time in a while to keep his hardness hidden from your beautifully tear-filled eyes. “Now that, my darling, is dirty. Tell me more.” If he wasn’t able to do anything with you tonight then at least he was going to memorize this story to replay in his imagination later.

“The Devil took over me, the priest said the other day. He didn’t hear anything from me after what I just told you. But he was right, Eddie. My body moved on its own. There was this throbbing feeling that kept getting stronger.”

“Where was it doing that?” He asked with feign-innocence in his voice. He knew what you were going to say next, so Eddie lifted your skirt slightly so his fingers could make their way closer to your core.

“You’re close to it now,” you can’t even say it out loud, so you squeeze his left hand out of nervousness – hoping that what you said is enough to satiate his curiosity.

Eddie chuckles a bit at your innocence. “Oh, right here,” he places his right hand over your skirt now, laying it above your mound so you could get the picture. You nod hesitantly before he continues. “Did the throbbing feel good though?” he teases you with the question, and you nod again. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, Eddie, it felt so good. At one point it was so strong, then it would go away.” There was a sense of sadness in your eyes as you pouted. “But, then I would do it again until I was sleepy.”

His hand that’s holding yours, lets go for the first time so that he can hold your face with both hands.

Damn the Church for making you feel that way about your pleasure. If he had the chance, he would show you every single way the human body could reach its climax. That would be a real miracle that would make him believe in God.

“So this is what has put you in such a mood for two days, huh? The words your priest has told you stuck in your head.” He wipes away the abundance of tears from your face so that you stop involuntarily swallowing the remnants of your emotions.

“Well, it started Saturday, after Bible study. I was talking to my friend about it to see if she knew what I was talking about. She gasped so loud and told me it was sinning because of how I did it to myself and didn’t stop.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he tried to ease your tension.

“But, Eddie,” you exclaimed a little too loudly. He even placed a finger on your lips to hush your tone— scared that you would wake your father up. “She is right. I did that every single day for weeks and weeks. With different things too. Like my stuffed panda, different pillows on my bed, and that towel you let me keep –”

You’re not completely sure why you were confessing more to Eddie than you did to your own priest. Let alone confess one part about him. But it felt nice to get everything off your chest tonight.

“Look at me, making my cameo in your dirty fantasy,” he giggles before placing a kiss to the side of your mouth. It made you blush to feel his soft lips on your skin, you craved more. “What I’m understanding is that you haven’t been able to do this activity for three days now?” you nodded at the question, too scared to respond vocally because you might let some more slip.

Eddie took a moment to think about what to say next. This was more difficult than writing a song or doing a math test. Plus, if the strain on his jeans was any indication of how badly he yearned to help you, then the dam was about to burst.

Every single day for weeks and weeks, the words repeated in his head.

That means every time he has sat next to you in fourth period, every time you talked to him at his locker, or whenever you sat with his club at lunch — Eddie was talking to an innocent Angel who masturbates and brings herself to multiple orgasms every night without even realizing it. If the man had known, he would’ve invited himself over earlier so he could assist you in your beautiful fantasy. Maybe so that you didn’t need to use his towel to get yourself off, but him instead.

He continued, “why don’t I help you? That would make it better, won’t it?”

“B-but, that means you’re sinning too,” you squeak out quietly. Not sure if the tears still running down your face are from relief, guilt, or both.

“I already always do,” he says with a smile. The Dealer keeps one hand on your face while the other places a trail of featherlight touches from your neck to the tops of your thighs. Once it’s there, he massages circles, causing you to rub them together unintentionally. “And you said it was a sin because you did it to yourself. What if I helped you and did all the work? That’s a loophole since this pretty little pussy you have won’t need to do anything.”

Hearing the word out loud made you shiver. Eddie had said it in a way that made you throb in the same way you did all those nights prior. “When you put it that way –”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. Seriously, this can stop any time whenever you hear the Angel on your shoulder scream at you.”

“I have something else to confess, Eddie.” One of your hands met up with his at your thigh, stroking the veins on his hands that you imagined so often. “You’re my Devil: the only thing that crosses my mind when I sin, tempting me to do so much more,” the words spill out of your mouth quickly, since you feel comfortable enough with this confessional with him — he deserves to know what you’re thinking of.

“Oh my God,” Eddie groans, squeezing your thigh and rutting against the couch so he could relieve some tension of his hardening member. He really thought he was going to be doing all the seduction tonight, but he was oh so wrong.

“Why do my sins make me feel so good, if they’re so bad?” you pause at the question you've asked about for the second time tonight . “If I’m damned like they say I am, then that means I’m going to Hell,” the quiet voice that emits from your throat is full of guilt and nervousness.

“Then let's be damned and burn in Hell together, baby. You’re gonna love it,” Eddie says.

Your Devil, your vessel of temptation, the one person who made you cross the line from being pure to the second-biggest sinner you know — leans forward to capture your lips with his, and oh how you loved it.

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lifesizehysteria · 8 months ago

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A Mother's Blessings | A Bridgerton Fic

Part 1: Benedict and Colin

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Gen Pairing: Violet Bridgerton/Marcus Anderson Characters: Violet Bridgerton, Marcus Anderson, Colin Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton Summary: A collection of moments through Violet and Marcus' courtship in which Violet seeks the blessings of her children.

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“Violet,” Marcus offered her his hand, wearing the very same smile that had made her feel as though she might drift away every time since the first evening they met. They stood in the entrance hall. She had chosen to walk him to the door after he had come for tea with her family, taking the opportunity for a few moments alone with him. “As always, your family is a delight. Thank you so much for having me.”

“It is my pleasure. I do hope you will call again soon.” She slipped her fingers into his hand, feeling her heart thumping in her chest as he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the tops of her fingers.

“I cannot promise to wait even a day,” he said, releasing her hand, though she did note the way he stroked his thumb across her fingers before letting go. She did not bother to hold back her smile, nor the laugh tickling her throat.

“I promise not to turn you away.”

“You cannot imagine my relief.” Humor glimmered in his dark eyes, his smile both teasing and radiant. Violet bit her lip. “Goodbye, Violet.”

“Goodbye.”

Tipping his hat, he turned and swept out the door.

Violet made her way back to the drawing room, unable to stifle the smile that shone as brightly from her eyes as it did from her lips. Her right hand, still tingling, was pressed between her belly and her other hand; a secret treasure for her to keep. Turning the corner to the drawing room that was now occupied only by Colin and Benedict, Violet floated into the room.

“Mother,” Colin said, observing his mother’s blissful demeanor and making quick eye contact with Benedict, “how many times has Lord Anderson called on you this week?”

“At least three,” Benedict supplied, a grin already tipping across his lips.

Colin’s eyes widened, feigning shock. “Three?”

“It is quite proper,” Violet said. Ignoring the mischief glimmering in her son’s eyes as she settled onto the settee, she picked her embroidery up from the side table and began rethreading the needle.

“Perhaps, but it is all quite fast, is it not?”

“Should you be the one to speak about the speed at which another’s relationship moves?” She peered at him over the edge of her hoop, her eyebrows lifting slightly. Colin’s mouth dropped open, stumbling at his mother’s suggestion. Benedict snickered. “Speaking of,” Violet continued, “where is Penelope?”

Colin cleared his throat to recover his voice. “At Featherington house, having tea before we depart in the morning.”

Violet nodded her head, pulling her thread through the fabric at an easy pace. “With Francesca and Eloise gone, you leaving for your honeymoon, and Anthony and Kate off to India shortly after, it’s going to be rather quiet.”

Colin came to sit on the other side of Benedict’s settee, opposite their mother. “Do not worry, Mother. I am sure Lord Anderson will be around to keep you company.”

“Indeed!” Benedict agreed. “In fact, I believe she will be so busy being courted, she will not even notice your absence.”

“Hush,” she told them. “I am not being courted.”

“Are you not?” Benedict asked.

“No,” she insisted, though her cheeks turned pink. Deep down, she knew it was true, but she certainly wasn’t ready to admit it to herself, much less aloud to her children.

“Then it must be you who is doing the courting,” Colin teased. “Quite unconventional.”

“Brava!” Benedict laughed.

“Boys, that is enough foolishness!” Although Violet’s face was hot and her voice stern, she could not quite conceal the amusement playing at the corners of her mouth.

Colin sobered slightly, but Benedict made no such effort.

“In all seriousness,” he said, without an ounce of it himself, “perhaps I should have a conversation with Lord Anderson about his intentions with our mother.”

“Or perhaps,” Violet said, the admonishment now sharp in her voice, “you should first ask your mother about her intentions for herself.” Abandoning her embroidery, the hoop clattered when she dropped it onto the table. All signs of her amusement had disappeared.

The men shared a look of surprise before turning back to their mother, the air in the room shifting.

Colin cleared his throat, pressing his mouth into an apologetic line. “Of course, Mother. My apologies.”

Violet nodded her head in acceptance, softening slightly.

Sitting forward, resting his elbows against his knees, Benedict met his mother’s gaze. His face was open and curious, his eyes sincere. “What are you looking for in your… acquaintance with Lord Anderson?”

“Well, I…” Violet’s eyes darted between her sons, then dropped down to her hands clasped in her lap. “I am not sure.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I do enjoy his company.”

“Clearly,” Benedict muttered, smirking, only to sober like a guilty child when Violet threw him a warning look.

“Would you marry him, if he proposed?” Colin asked.

“I truly do not know. I am not sure that I am ready for such a step.” Violet sighed. “When your father died, I did not believe I would ever even look at another man, and I hadn’t, until now. Lately, however, as you children grow, needing me less and less, flying off to begin lives of your own, I have found myself quite… lonely.” Guilt needled its way into her gut, making her feel as though she must justify herself. For what, she was not sure. Moving on from their father? Admitting to loneliness despite a house full of people who loved her dearly? Having wants outside of her family after it being her sole priority for so many years? “And Marcus—Lord Anderson—is a good man. He is kind, and funny, and we have much in common that makes spending time together effortless. He—”

“Mama?” Colin cut her off, leaning across to take her hand. His head tilted to one side, just so, as it always did when he was inviting honesty. “Does he make you happy?”

She did not answer immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes and thought over all the time they had spent together since that first meeting where he retrieved her glove from the ground, when his smile had made her belly flutter for the first time. She turned her eyes back up to meet Colin’s. When she answered, her voice was shaky but sure. “He does, yes.”

“Then you have our blessing, in whatever choice you make,” Benedict said, and Colin nodded his head in agreement. “Not that you need it. It is your life, not ours.”

Violet gave an emotional little hiccup, blinking back tears that brimmed along her lower lashes. “And what of your brothers and sisters? What will they think?”

Colin squeezed her hand. “They, too, will be happy for you. I am sure of it.”

“Even Anthony?” She pressed her lips together, fighting the wobble of her chin as she alluded to what was truly her biggest fear—that her eldest would be unwilling to accept her romantic interest in anyone other than his father.

Benedict came to sit beside her, draping his arm around her back. “Yes, with time, even Anthony,” he assured her. “Because even he, under all the bluster and sense of duty, is your son. And he, like the rest of us, watched you put our happiness above all else, day after day after day. He will do the same for you, because that is who you taught him to be.”

Violet smiled at him, her eyes still watery. As silly and carefree as he seemed, his heart was pure and she knew he cared deeply for his family. It was clear that he meant every word. However, she did not share his confidence. She and Anthony shared a troubled history unique from that which she shared with her other children, even the other eldest two. Still, she wanted to believe him, for now at least, so she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder for a moment. As she did so, she squeezed Colin’s hand and wiped a few stray tears from her cheek, confident that no mother in the world had sons as wonderful as hers.

#bridgerton #violet bridgerton #marcus anderson #violet x marcus #bridgerton fanfiction #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #fanfiction #written by lifesizehysteria #blessings fic

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crestfallenyh · 2 years ago

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2:52 AM.—

“well, it’s not cookie dough but i remember you once told me oreo ice cream was your favorite, so…”

you rolled on your back just in time to see yunho drop the convenience store bag filled with sweets and something that very much looked like a box of medicine on the kitchen counter. you smiled at him, reaching out with your arms extended and an inviting look on your face. it was late, probably well past two in the morning on a regular thursday and he had gone out in search of ice cream for you.

over the weekend he had invited you to the movies, taking advantage of his free time and hoping the lovely summer weather would be a good setting for him to see you after not being able to come over or go out at all the last couple of weeks. he wanted to catch up because he had missed you, badly. playing games on his own wasn’t as fun as it was when you were there to cheer him up or laugh at him for losing, and yes, he had to admit that hanging out with all of his friends there except for you had been less enjoyable, even if the slightest bit. performing and working had been enough to keep him distracted but he couldn’t help the lingering feeling whenever he looked around and he couldn’t see you. that’s just how life was though, comeback time was usually hectic and life had been busy for you too. that’s why he was so excited to see you and hopefully spend his whole day with you. unfortunately for you, it had rained pretty heavily and even though you absolutely loved summer evenings filled with warm rain, you were also very prone to catch a cold and after your little weekend trip, you were now sick.

after a couple of days the symptoms of your cold had subdued a lot and you were left now with only a slight headache and the occasional sneezing but yunho was still treating you like you were made of glass, making time amidst his packed schedule to check on you and asking what you needed. his reasoning was that he felt guilty. thanks to him and his idea of going out you were now like this, and no matter how hard and how many times you tried to explain to him that it was okay (from reassuring him to “stop bugging me, i’m doing good!” three times a day) or how much his group members teased him, he was still firm, going as far as to run to the nearest convenience store after getting to your place and asking what you had for dinner and after you told him you were craving cookie dough ice cream.

“that’s right, that’s my favorite. thank you though, you didn’t have to…”

your voice faded with a slight groan when the weight of his body pressed down against yours on the couch because he was now hugging you like he had gone three days instead of twenty minutes. you stayed like that for a bit, taking in the smell of rain and the faintest trace of fabric softener from his clothes and the cold touch of his jacket against your fingers. as much as you liked acting like you were annoyed by him, you were very grateful that he was taking care of you, even if it was not his responsibility and he had other things to think about. you tightened your arms around his shoulders and just when he was about to complain, your sneeze made him jump from the couch with a mixture of playfulness and worry on his face. his fluffy hair near your nose had been the culprit of your sneeze but he looked ready to scold you like he had been doing the entire week.

“you know, you shouldn’t be eating that when you are still sick”

“i’m not, i promise. it’s just that doodle hair of yours, it tickles”

yunho brushed a hand through his hair, scanning you up and down with slightly frowned brows.

“okay fine, but if you’re eating the ice cream, you’re also taking the pill for that headache,” as you were about to protest, he turned on his heels and walked to the kitchen, “and i don’t wanna hear any complains”

you rolled you eyes at his back, amused over the fact that he was gentle and bright most of the time, but could also behave like a parent whenever he was worried. you stood up as well, walking over to your best friend and thanking him as he handed you a cup of water.

he sat down in front of you, eating in a comfortable silence for a while until he started telling you about his day and everything he had done. you looked at him and couldn’t help but feel a pinch of something in the pitch of your stomach while you listened to him and occasionally commented on his stories. with everything that had been going on these past few days you knew he wasn’t taking proper care of himself and it was obvious in the way his tired expression didn’t seem to vanish even after trying to hide it with smiles and mischief. his skin still had that very characteristic healthy glow, but he had the look of someone that hadn’t had a full eight hour sleep in weeks. he had the permanent expression of somebody who was worried, and every time he looked at you, it was like he was about to say something but decided not to. although you wanted to, you didn’t say anything. as much as you would like to ask if he was okay, you knew he would brush you off until he was ready to speak on it. so you let it go, and by the time you were finished joking around, it was almost four in the morning.

“are you going back to the dorm?,” you asked, voice laced with sleepiness, “you can stay here if you want. it’s too late to be on the streets now”

“or too early,” he jokingly corrected you before standing up and nodding, “okay, i have to be at the company by noon anyway, it’s closer from here”

you walked to your bedroom first with him following closely behind. he had clothes at your place from whenever he would stay over for the night so after getting changed, you both got into bed. it would seem strange for anybody that didn’t knew you, but you had been super close from the moment you met and by now, it was not a rare occurrence for you to sleep in the same space, wether that was your bed, his bed, the back seat of his group’s van or even their couch at their dorm. you ignored the fluttering on your chest when he looked over at you from under the bedsheets, with his dark eyes sparkling and the slight flush of his cheeks, a clear sign that he was getting sleepy.

you made yourself comfortable on the bed before reaching out and clearing his bangs from his forehead. it was was a sweet gesture, something you hadn’t done in a very long time.

“thank you for being here, yunho”

he nodded, still with the same odd sparkle in his gaze.

“it’s the least i can do for you”

#its not even a blurb or timestamp anymore #i just really love writing little snippets of very mundane situations #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #yunho scenarios #ateez timestamps #yunho fluff

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sgcairo · 2 years ago

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Need Headcanons for Ivan! (l'm Childfree until it’s my baby lvan.)

Ohoho boy, I am so glad you asked because Ivan has been living in my head for a while now. And by a while I mean months, he's just a little grumpy guy that I love goofing around with.

For context (and those who are new here), Ivan is one of my many clone descendants (Danya's "cousin" by Irnes) and actually should appear soon in Telegraph, if I have my chapters straight... If you've ever wanted a grumpier and more angry wet cat energy version of Danya, you've come to the right place! He also happens to be a (future) general under Capitano, he's pretty good with the blade but not good enough to be a Harbinger (yet)!

So here we go, onto the Ivan headcanons!

-Ivan is surprisingly physically affectionate. He's not exactly cuddly, but if he likes you, he will find you, and he will stand by you awkwardly until you give him attention. As a child, he had the habit of hugging Irnes' leg and clinging to him like a little koala, which translated into bone-crushing hugs in his older years. While he's much more hesitant to dish those out, Danya is always there with an excited smile and open arms, which Ivan will never admit to enjoying hugs from his overexcited cousin. Never. You'd have to kill him.

-Baby Ivan was very quiet. Quiet to the point that Irnes freaked out and thought he was dead on several occasions, only to find that Ivan was just staring at him sleepily. The only time he cried was for the basics, otherwise Ivan was deathly silent, other than the happy giggles when Capitano would tickle him or Irnes would bring out the many accursed "toys" the segments made for Ivan. Those things definitely weren't baby safe, but hey, Ivan lived. Despite the many close calls, the segments were very proud of their work, to the point that Prime himself had to tell Irnes to get them to shut up.

-Child Ivan was also quiet, but not afraid to speak his mind. In fact, his speech was quite eloquent, even more formal than Danya's at the time, and that big brain of his could sustain conversation with Pierro, of all people. His ideas and opinions were definitely a lot more mature than they should've been at the ripe age of seven, but the Harbingers found it amusing that a seven year old had such strong and developed opinions on the "stupid experiments" Dottore was conducting- and the fact that he was proposing methods that might've been a bit fantastical, but definitely thought out.

-Ivan is generally cold to everyone, but Dottore- he hates Dottore with a burning passion. He loves his father, but Dottore presses all his buttons the wrong ways, and Ivan's quite sour about his abandonment of Danya, even if it's technically all in the past.

-Since Danya almost never gets angry, Ivan tends to be angry for him. The two don't usually come as a package deal, but when Ivan hears about a recruit being rude to Danya, or a foreign emissary overstepping and crossing the line, he'll put them in their place accordingly, and be in a bad mood for a while. That usually means he hacks up some training dummies, but he's been known to have a temper when Aurelio in particular is involved, especially after the accident with Danya's near death in Fontaine (that Aurelio was responsible for).

-Ivan also takes his role as the defender of his family quite seriously. He has two younger siblings, both which he adores, and he ensures that the court isn't making remarks about his father with force. In fact, part of the reason he's in the Snezhnayan military in the first place was his desire to protect his family, and keep them off the streets when times got rough. While yes, that did mean that he entered training at the age of thirteen, and fought on the battlefield for the first time at fourteen, the thought of ensuring his family's safety kept him going, and ultimately motivated him to climb the ranks.

-He's very close with Capitano and (begrudgingly) Tartaglia. Since he's a part of the infantry, and a general, he tends to follow Capitano more, but Tartaglia will show up to demand that they spar regularly, which Ivan has learned to reject. He's not eager to get blood on his freshly pressed uniform, please and thank you, and besides, he's got better things to do. Things like talk to Capitano about troop movements, and follow his senior around like a shadow. In fact, many of the Harbingers have taken to calling him "Capitano's lapdog", much to his disgruntlement, since it's rare to find Ivan without Capitano being nearby.

-Furthermore, on Capitano and Ivan's history: Ivan was originally promoted because he survived his first battle, and in an interesting manner. Ivan's panic at having a gun in his face manifested a vision, one that sliced all the surrounding enemies to ribbons in a mere second. It's not that visions are exactly rare in the Snezhnayan military, but seeing such a young boy, carrying one and looking grim like death itslef as he stood as the only surviving member of his platoon... Capitano's protective instincts kicked in more than he cares to admit, and he took the boy under his wing. He knows greatness when he sees it, and he wasn't exactly wrong.

-Capitano definitely pats his shoulder or back as a signal for Ivan to back down. Yes, Danya teases him for it. Ivan is conflicted.

-Ivan always stayed by Irnes as a child. Unlike Danya, he never really cared to explore the outside world, instead more than comfortable to sit in his father's lap and look at all the machinations and genius inventions that he designed. At one point, Ivan wanted to build ruin machines too, so he could be just like Irnes. He looked up to his father (and still does) more than he cares to admit, and holds him in high regard.

-Irnes was definitely a more gentle parent, especially with Ivan. The other two, he had to be a bit more firm with, but Ivan... He was always a cautious kid, and more often than not, he would come back to Irnes anyways after his "adventures" outside Dottore's lab. Ivan wasn't much of a talker, instead preferring to be more physical with his gestures, but he would always tell Irnes that he loved him whenever he thought about it, which made his dear old dad quite happy.

-Ivan has... mixed feelings when it comes to the Tsaritsa. He worships her, as she is his archon, and respects her power, but he's never been as close with her as Danya has. A part of him is jealous at how close his cousin is with Her Majesty, especially given how Irnes was also close with her, but another part of him knows better than to desire these things from his queen. The few times they have interacted on a less professional basis, she has always looked at him sadly, as if she knows something he doesn't.

Anyways, that's just a little peek at my thoughts regarding Ivan! Hopefully that made sense, because that's a lot of information to cram into one post...

#il dottore #dottore #il dottore's clones #genshin oc #genshin impact headcanons #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #genshin impact #ivan #irnes #capitano #danya #anastasiy #just me throwing a bunch of angry cat energy on this poor boy #i love him so much

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 2 years ago

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Warning: NSFW

Characters: Himeno Ran, Yanma Gast, Shiokara

Ships: Himeno Ran/Yanma Gast, Yanma Gast/Shiokara

If your preferred reading experience is AO3, you can also find this fic there.

Himeno's first impression of Yanma's bedroom is that it smells like the inside of a gym sock, and she tells him so, and in response he squints at her for a moment before saying, "I would love to know who told you about gym socks, because I'm pretty sure you've never even seen one before."

"Excuse me, I am perfectly aware of what a gym sock is, do you think Ishabana neglects physical education?" She points, delicately, to the desk chair. "In any case, you've left a pair of yours dangling off the armrest."

"Mm? No, those are Shiokara's."

"...I'm sorry? How did your vice president's socks get into your bedroom?"

"The same way his underwear did," with a gesture to a blue thing that's bunched up on the nightstand, "he was wearing them when he came in here and then I took them off him."

She stares at him for a moment, trying to be shocked, and then pouts and says, "Admittedly he's very cute." In fact, she can sort of picture it, Yanma hauling his adorable second-in-command into this big, cluttered room and pinning him to the wall. Shiokara seems like he'd be very sweet, very considerate, like maybe he could be convinced to beg charmingly–

Yanma drops to his knees and ducks his head under her skirt.

She won't admit that she squeaks, if he asks, because squeaking is undignified, but privately she knows exactly what sort of noise she just made. Out loud what she says is, "If you snag my underthings on your jewelry I will make you buy me new ones, that's pure Toufu silk and it's very expensive."

He says, "Yes, Your Majesty, I can recognize my own country's merchandise," and she can hear him rolling his eyes, but–she had forgotten that they were an N'Kosopa brand, even though she knows N'Kosopa has the very best tailors, and also his breath is hot against her pubic mound and it's quite distracting.

His fingertips have the funniest calluses, too, and she squirms a bit feeling them trace along the waistband of her underwear before they curl in and tug down. After a moment she decides to be obliging and lifts one foot, pleased with the care he takes to slide the delicate lace and silk off without snagging it on the heel of her shoe–and then it's down, still hanging loosely around her other ankle as she hooks her knee over Yanma's shoulder and pulls him in. "Well?" she says, ignoring the way his ridiculous hair tickles her stomach in favor of the much more interesting sensation of his ridiculous jewelry prickling against the inside of her thigh. "Get to it."

"Oh, right away, Your Majesty," with another tangible eye roll, but then he very much does get to it, he licks up along the folds of her labia and then presses a surprisingly delicate kiss to her clitoris, and she wobbles a little and hums in the back of her throat.

As her gaze roams over the room once more–"A bit faster, thank you."–she once again spots Shiokara's socks draped over the arm of the desk chair, and wonders if Yanma got down on the floor like this for him. "Good, that's, hh, that's good. Now, I like a circular motion, I assume you can manage that?" She hopes he did, it makes a lovely mental image–Yanma on his knees, he looks very nice on his knees, tugging off Shiokara's shoes and socks and then pulling down his absurdly cute wide-legged pants and kissing his way up from the knee along one pale thigh–she's getting short of breath. "Fingers, now. That's a plural, I want two–that's right, good job."

Yanma makes a little noise against her when she says that last part, and she files that tidbit away for later and then digs the heel of her shoe very lightly into his shoulder so that she can steer him a bit. He's got one of his wonderfully muscular arms wrapped around her leg to keep her steady, and his fingertips dig into her thigh right next to his ear wrap, and she can feel his lips moving for a moment against her. Saying, "Yes, Your Majesty."

His fingers curl inside her, and he traces another circle on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and she orgasms against his mouth with a shuddery sigh. He keeps licking through the aftershocks, until she pokes him in the back with her heel again and says, "That's quite enough, get out of there."

He lifts her leg off his shoulder, very carefully, and then there's some rustling as he shifts back out from under her dress. His eyes are pleasingly foggy-looking, his mouth and nose and chin shiny with her, even if what he says is, "Fuck, you're bossy."

"Naturally." She reaches out and runs a hand over his curly hair, as she's been rather wanting to do since she first met him, and then takes a quick assessment of the stability of her legs. "Good boy. You may take me to bed now."

"Oh, really, may I?" He stands up and quite literally sweeps her off her feet and into a bridal carry. "You're going to need to give me a minute to find the condoms–"

She sniffs. "I'm on the most advanced birth control known to current science and am tested for communicable diseases every other month as part of the royal health regimen, we can dispense with those unless you have something."

He blinks down at her and then shrugs. "Have it your way."

"Yes, I think I will."

Three long strides across the room, and he doesn't quite drop her on the bed, he's really very gentle, but he's somehow gentle with a dropping attitude, which seems appropriate to him. He pulls off her shoes and still-dangling underwear and tosses them into his desk chair, drags his own shirt off over his head and lets it fall on the floor, steps out of his own shoes, and then he's on the bed on top of her, propped up on his elbows, and he says, "So did you spend that whole time thinking about Shiokara? Should I be getting jealous or something?"

"Hmph." She shifts, runs her hands down his sides, and then starts undoing his belt. "Yes, I was thinking about him, but I was thinking about him with you, so you can make of that what you will. Are you going to take your pants off?"

"You're still wearing your dress, Your Majesty."

She unzips his fly. "Well, yes, but my dress is fussy and wrinkles easily, whereas your pants look as if they'd fall off if I gave them a stern enough look."

He snorts. "Give them one, then."

So she does, and he very politely kicks his pants and underwear off onto the floor while she amuses herself by running her nails over the pleasing curves of his iliac crests. "Somehow I'd expected your pubic hair to be blue as well." She pinches one of his nipples, and he shivers. "At the very least I didn't think you'd be the type to wax."

He buries his face against the side of her neck. "Look, can I just–"

"Yes, go ahead."

He slides into her with a long exhale, slow and careful as she wraps her arms around his neck. For a moment he just stays there, very still inside her, and then lets out a ragged little, "Fuck," and presses a kiss to the pulse point in her throat.

"Yes," she says, pleasantly dizzy with her second wave of mounting arousal, "exactly that." She shifts a bit and gets her legs around his waist. "Now, please."

He starts to move, and for a moment the breath goes out of her entirely. It's been a while since she's done this with anyone; somehow she'd forgotten how nice it feels. She drags her nails down his back, not quite hard enough to leave a mark, and he shudders and says, "He's stronger than he looks."

She blinks. "Who is?"

"Shiokara." He's moved a bit, his mouth now next to her ear, and she can feel him smiling. His hips move steadily, not particularly hard or fast, pleasantly maddening. "He looks real skinny, but then you get him out of his clothes and you realize how tough he is."

"Oh." She's breathless again. "Oh, that is fun."

"It's fantastic, I got him to pick me up once and fuck me right up against the wall," with a jerk of his head to indicate where they were just standing. "He barely even got winded."

"Oh, well then." She squeezes around him and shuts her eyes for a moment, picturing it in her mind–Yanma with his back against the wall and his legs around Shiokara's waist just as hers were around his now, Shiokara's arms around him and hips pumping–"I imagine that was a lovely time."

"It was pretty great." Yanma stops moving for a moment and shifts his weight, holding himself up with one arm and working the other hand down between them. "I could ask him for a repeat performance sometime, if you want."

She arches up against him at that, marveling in some detached part of her brain about how coordinated he is that he can fuck her and stroke her clitoris at the same time. "I would enjoy that." She can feel her muscles tensing, can feel herself tightening around him, and similarly his thrusts are starting to get staggered and uneven. Nails down his back again and this time she probably did leave a mark, and then she works the fingers of her left hand into his hair and pulls. "Harder. Now."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Shiokara sneezes abruptly and nearly drops the handheld console he's using to hack into Shugoddam Castle's private web server. At very nearly the same time, a delighted cry pierces the air, from what he's well-aware is the direction of Yanma's bedroom.

Ears hot, he corrects his grip on his console and gets back to cracking the encrypted data storage that he's been working on for half an hour already. "I fucking swear, if this is naked pictures of the king of Toufu again–"

#himeno ran #yanma gast #shiokara kingohger #fanfiction

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bloodydragam · 1 year ago

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11 for the ship prompts!

11- Write about your ship waking up together.

Hey! A million years late, but here it is...

I also posted this on AO3 because I want to start writing one-shots there...

He was her cancer, her doom. It was a new nightmare that was getting repetitive these last few nights. One day, out of nowhere, V just disappeared. One second, they were talking normally, and suddenly this feeling of emptiness began to spread, from his chest and into the entire world. He tried to call V, but there was just silence. He suddenly had a new body and could do anything he wanted with it, he had not taken this one to the limit with alcohol and drugs, but it wasn’t fully untouched by his destructive manners. The body was his because he killed V, and even if he had tried going on with his life, it just made no sense. Nothing could make him get rid of the emptiness.

“Val…” he mumbled, starting to wake up in the middle of the night. He immediately felt the bed against him, V’s pillow under him smelling like her shampoo, and her hair falling down his face. He tried to reach her, wanting to caress her face and move the curl of red hair out of the way, but then, as every time he woke up, he remembered the Relic and how the hand he was moving wasn’t his and how she was totally out of his reach.

Johnny sighed, knowing that V would be awake and in full control again in a few minutes. The nightmare he had was still a possibility, and that made him shiver.

But suddenly, someone touched his hand in a soft manner.

“Hey…” V said, sounding drowsy. “What was it?”

Suddenly memories of the last few weeks and some promises made in Mikoshi got to his mind, and he was relieved that everything had, in fact, been a nightmare and that everything was fine. For now.

“I have to get used to this, ya’ know?” he commented, squeezing her hand, letting her know he was fine; no anxiety attack, no horrible flashbacks that night, just a harmless nightmare that was losing all meaning now.

Around Johnny’s torso, V’s hands wrap around him, as her curl of hair moves away from his face.

“Yeah, me too,” she nodded, “I sometimes go around life, just doing stuff, and I still expect you to suddenly appear in my view, making some snarky remark about something.”

Johnny wrapped his arms around her too.

“I bet you miss me doing that,” he whispers to her while playing with her hair. “Your daily life must be boring as hell without me.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” V agreed, knowing there was no point in denying it. “I must admit, doing merc work is not the same without you… it feels more… more.”

“More…?” he pressured.

“You’re gonna make me say it?” V groan.

“Mhm” Johnny kissed her cheek. “Make me happy.”

“It’s lonely, okay?” V smiled, feeling his kisses. “It is so fucking lonely… I actually don’t know why I am still doing it. I never wanted this, for starters.”

“Then just drop it… join the band, you will make it big as our singer.”

“If you keep saying that, I am gonna start considering it. Ready for me to steal your spotlight, rockerboy?”

“Now, now… don’t let it get too much into that pretty head of yours. You are still not better than me.” Johnny tickled her a bit.

V rolled to her side of the bed, smiling. She looked so happy, Johnny doubted anyone could make her as happy as him, and he cherished that idea.

“There’s still that plan about hitting the road, though… playing at different bars across the coast, maybe causing some mayhem along the way. Corpos won’t bother themselves anyway.” that made Johnny smile too, doubting anyone would make him as happy as she did.

“Yeah, there’s that too” he said, caressing her face in the most tender way he could, making her lean into his touch.

“So… you’re gonna tell me what that nightmare was about, or is it one of those you won’t talk about?” V asked, sounding a bit worried.

Johnny shakes his head, enjoying the view of V looking happy and calm, just as he was in that one moment.

“I will tell you in the morning…” he says, dragging her closer to him. “Let’s just keep talking. Tell me how much you miss my incredibly good looks being there with you every damn second of the day.”

V chuckles, knowing this quiet moment in the middle of the night was helping him with whatever he had dreamed about.

“Alright, alright… where could I start?”

#yay asks!#otp: one and the same #johnny silverhand #oc: valery rodriguez #my writing #silverv

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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago

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llammmmaaaaaa!! i have an idea for the egg thing and making it into ticklessss!!!!!

ok so yes I am stealing this type of concept from myself. and yes it is obvious that i love this type of trope ahfknd

so basically i just immediately imagine how adorable it'd be if dream coming across a species of egg he wants to take care of, that instead of heat and warmth to hatch it needs happiness/laughter.

eeeeeeee :((( all i can imagine is just c!dream (or any variation of dream) finding these eggs and are like "yes 🥺 mine now" like some deep parental instincts take over that he can't explain

and after this he spends h o u r s trying looking and researching through book after book to find a look alike so he can identify what eggs they are. otherwise how will he know how to take care of them!

the one who finds them is actually george ! who was helping dream research after the younger had begged him to ahfkbsjs and when he thinks he's found it he just grins and goes to tell dream the good news

dream is ecstatic to have an answer! so much so he doesn't really realize the circumstances. like "dream, i don't mean to ruin the celebration and be the voice of reason, but the eggs need levels of serotonin from the caretaker, including genuine laughter. do you have a plan of how to do that?" george asks this with an eyebrow raised. he himself already has an idea they could go with but he wants to see what dream will think of

dream goes silent in thought. he could get sapnap to chat with him maybe. surely if they have a fun conversation there's sure to be bits of laughter in between right? he looks to george though. he knows his friend well and he knows when the other has an idea

when george tells him what he's thinking, he expects dream to outright refuse or at least go defensive but he *doesn't*. he wants so badly to be a good caretaker to these eggs he's totally willing. and in fact he's actually a little excited to try! from now on daily, or at the very least every other day, as dream holds the eggs and gives them warmth or care he'll have to have someone lightly tickle him to get the laughter the eggs need :(

they don't go overboard, not much is needed. most of the time it's just high pitched titters and quick giggles, something to do to unwind at the end of the day :((((

literally the whole time dream is giggly and slightly whiny when the tickles gets to be too much or too fast. he doesn't wanna hurt the eggs! dream holds them close to his chest and a comforting hug. his eyes are closed and his cheeks are super red. he and george engage in little bits of small talk here and there but mostly it's just cooing and teases met with embarrassed complaining and giggly comment about how it tickles :( the eggs always hum in happiness to all the laughter <3

-emmadoodlewrites

egg eve gege eggs eggs egg wqweeeeeewoooooo!!!

absolutely in love all of this :( like from the “yes, mine now” moment, to the process and then the hatching 👀 (which im specifically ok with because dream’s not the parent of this egg??? idfk. gotta just let the brain do it’s thing lmao). but remember those lil tickle monsters we made that one time? 👀

anyyywaayyyyy. it’s all super cute coz of the following reasons;

dream failing to realise what he’s getting himself into until george’s hands are literally on his sides. like not taking into account how embarrassing it is and everything

soft tickles 😖 like ughhhhhhh my heart. the lil titters, the soft coos and teases. the idea of him holding his egg so close so that it gets all his giggles 🥺

the fact that it happens daily 😭😭😭 like straight away i’m imagining dream having to remind george on certain days. :(

also hcing that caring for the eggs makes dream an absolute softy. which he’s ok to show in front of george. but absolutely in denial about it when it comes to showing others. despite their being nothing logical about adopting this egg, he will still manage to find a way to explain his reasoning without admitting that everything about his decision was one made from the heart. he just wanted egg to care for :(

#llama asks #emmadoodle #llamas concepts #lee!dream #ler!george #emba emba emba emba #we love eggs #eggs eggs eggs #but specifically we love giving cdream comfort items hehehehehehehe

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yakultstrawberrygreentea · 1 year ago

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TMI warning. Sweet baby Jesus. I thought trying to have sex with another person who isn’t as experienced as me would be a pain but it’s not bad. I feel like it’s a chance for me to open up about what I want in bed but also for them to figure out more what they like. Now, he’s alluded to having a big peen. I took it with a grain of salt because I mean, duh. But the way he mentioned it was more sincere. I don’t know how to explain it. Well he didn’t lie. It’s a nice peen. I love that peen. It feels nice inside me. It is thick. I thought that because of my weight, I would be a problem in bed; he is of a smaller build. Nope. That guy welcomes the extra weight. When I asked him about it because I was genuinely like “fuck what if I crush him”, he admitted that he likes the pressure and it’s comforting. And my work wife predicted it. I’ve been with guys who like bigger women for the extra chunk they can grab but I didn’t consider someone liking the weight of it. Either way, I am content. I’ve always preferred average sizes for several reasons and his is perfectly thick. To the point where even though I’m always prepared and extra wet, we need a little bit of care to full get it in. Which is not a problem for me. Before I used to not fall asleep after sex but now I get creampies and pass out in his arms. I also can’t get my hands off of him and I even asked him if it was a problem. His response? That he’s gone so long without affection that he has to make up for it since he’s in a deficit. I’m super affectionate so the fact that he’s not over me being all over him is a surprise. I realized that he never had a super affectionate girlfriend. I’m always rubbing his beard, giving him head rubs, drowning him in kisses, occasionally chomp his arm, massaging his hand, grabbing his butt and chest, holding the back of his neck and more. He’s not as affectionate but he shows it in sweet ways. He loves to hold my hand and raise it to his cheek. He can tell when I’m nervous crossing the street so he will hold me. He gives me forehead kisses. He gives me back rubs when I’m on his chest and always comes crawling back after I tickled the hell out of him. We also learned we have identical butt birth marks. What the fuck.

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mazamba · 1 year ago

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Ratchet was doing his best to not look too concerned. If Arcee's optical processors were failing to the point she was hallucinating someone, then it might be best to simply get her coordinates and go pick her up.

"Arcee, where are you even?"

Before she could reply, the organic came back with a... minicon?

"...Why is that minicon wearing a dress?"

The minicon looked up, eyes visible from behind a darkened visor, and after a minute retracted the helmet.

"A human!" he realized, "Where the frag are you!? We haven't seen humans since... wait a moment."

He squinted and got close to the screen. There was something familiar about her.

"Have we... met?"

Something was tickling the back of his mind. He felt like he should recognize the voice, but it eluded him.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a bulky metal key, an object he hadn't seen in over three hundred thousand stellar cycles.

"Where did you get...? Wait... How is this possible?"

She was taller, her eyes had changed color, and was wearing an odd armor he'd never seen before, but there was no mistaking who he was looking at.

"Sari?"

"Hi Ratchet. It's been a while."

Ratchet ran a dozen self-diagnostic programs simultaneously, trying to explain what he was seeing.

"You... you were dead!" he accused, "We buried you- your legs! How can you be alive now!?"

"It's... a long story."

Ratchet forced himself to calm down, doing his best to think rationally.

"The Key," he realized, "the circuitry in your legs was cybertronian."

"I used it to repair myself," she affirmed, "when I did, I also turned off whatever made me age at a normal rate, so I stuck around as an eight-year-old."

"Then why do you look like this now?"

Sari took a deep breath and relayed the events of the last 24 hours, introducing Ahsoka to him, quickly summarizing the Separatist war, her involvement in it, her dealings with Swindle, the heist which helped her regain the shard, and a quick rundown of how they ended the war.

"...Kid, you got a talent for getting into trouble, don't you?"

"Yeah... but would you have me any other way?"

Ratchet laughed, but admitted he wouldn't.

"Still, it's lucky you stumbled across Ahsoka when you did, or the story would have been quite different."

"Yeah... stumbled," she muttered guiltily, before she decided to grow a backbone, "actually, no. Not stumbled."

Sari turned to Ahsoka, a determined look on her face.

"I owe you an apology. I wasn't looking for kyber when we met, I was looking for you. I always knew who you were. I told you that I accidentally inspired the Sith by sneaking into the Jedi temple and talking a padawan into being a bit more rebellious. What I didn't tell you is that it wasn't the first or the last time I snuck into the Temple.

"You were seven the first time we met. You didn't recognize me because I was wearing a twi'lek costume and one of the fake Force signatures. I was also in disguise when I met Yoda... and Dooku and Ventress, Bariss, Qui Gon, Anakin, Plo Koon... I could go on, but those are the most recent ones.

"I met them all as children, hoping that one of them would eventually become my key back into the Temple. The fact is, a lot of what happened in the last few thousand years has been my fault. I even knew Darth Revan as a teenager, it's honestly embarrassing that it took me so long to recognize-."

She cut herself off before she could follow that tangent.

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry. For everything I've done. I truly am."

Closed RP w/@mazamba

Ahsoka Tano is seen down in the lower levels, looking for work to continue paying for her place. She was no longer a Jedi, so she needed to find work. In order to pay for her place she was staying, while also getting food to fill her belly. Ahsoka sighed knowing she wasn't going to be able to find a proper job without getting her hands dirty.

"They want me to steal from a known crime lord or to steal from the Jedi Temple to retrieve a lightsaber from one of the fallen Jedi," Ahsoka knew both of these would either get her killed or arrested. She knew the Jedi Temple needed to be warned about this, but didn't understand why this person wanted the lightsaber.

"Well, I'll need to find work somewhere in order to pay for my next rent," said Ahsoka as she stops in her track when she sensed something. "What was that?"

@mazamba

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kyndaris · 2 years ago

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Death on the Nile

The night passed without much incident as the boat powered upstream (and further south) towards Edfu. A shame really, as I had been busy practicing my faux French Belgium accent to impress upon the others in my tour group of my deductive ability as a modern day Asian woman version of Poirot.

“Zere ‘as been a murderrr!!”

Alas, it was not to be.

In fact, the only ‘death’ to truly be considered on the cruise was the dearth of free wifi, leaving many of the older guests with nothing to do. Thankfully, I am easily entertained if presented with a book. And I had also packed my Nintendo Switch OLED with me, jam-packed with hundreds of tracks from the Final Fantasy franchise - for which, Ansem did not share in my entusiasm and fell a few pegs down in the rankings of a potential future beau - which meant I had all the things I needed to keep my interest from flagging. That and my trust journal (from which this blog post derives from. Go me!)

I suppose I should also give a review of the Jaz Celebrity, the ship that we were on, but I doubt you, dear readers care too much for a floating hotel. Yes, it featured a pool on the upper decks and a bar on the second floor but given the proclivities of a large group of mostly elderly Chinese woman, including Popo, their primary interests were mostly napping, trying to get a decent signal to post things on WeChat and heading to the dining hall for the required three meals per day.

The only people that I witnessed frequenting the sun deck and the bar were the cruise ship’s other guests. Namely, the guests that had come from France and Spain. Never in my entire life have I heard so much ‘merci’ and ‘d’accord’ in my life on a daily basis.

Anyways, back to old decrepit ruins!

Our first destination for the day, after arriving at Edfu, was a visit to the Temple of Horus. Despite its distance from the Nile, it too had been buried by desert sand until it was later excavated in the late 1800s. It was so buried, in fact, that passing travellers that had set up camp had stained the very top of the Crecian columms (done in either Ionic or Corinthian style according to my untrained eye) black.

Ahmed, our erstwhile local guide pointed all this out for us before explaining a little bit of Ancient Egyptian mythology. But, I must admit that I was tickled pick by the story he chose to tell. For it was the love story of Osiris and Isis. As well as the very jealous and covetous Set (or Seth based on alternate spelling). And time, though, I was used as a prop to the narrative our guide was telling the other guests. In fact, I played Seth’s wife, Nephthys!

In any case, the story Ahmed told was how Set was jealous of his brother, Osiris, and had a sarcophagus built in just the right size to fit his brother. He asked the other Gods to try to fit inside during a party, with Osiris being the only one that could fit snugly inside. When Osiris was ensconced inside, Set shut the lid and tossed his brother into the Nile. He later then recounted the subsequent butchering of Osiris into 14 different parts (representing the 14 regions of Egypt at the time).

He had to tell this story, of course, to explain the birth of Horus, the son of Osiris, and the very reason for the temple we stood in.

Crammed full of tourists from all over the world, we were able to squeeze our way to a few key areas, snap a few photographs and learn a little more about one of the oldest civilisations known to man. Such as the fact that they had wi-fi! Okay, the last was a joke. The Ancient Egyptians did NOT have wi-fi but one of their hieroglyphs (supposedly to denote racks of meat) looked very much like the current symbol we use to express the internet.

By 9:30AM, we were back on the cruise ship and headed to Kom Ombo. To while away the hours, I lounged around the ship, read a few pages of my book: The Silk Roads: A New History of the World (mostly to appear smart and learned) and played a few select songs from the Final Fantasy franchise.

After a hefty lunch and some afternoon tea on the sun desk, our ship finally pulled into Kom Ombo and most of the tour group disembarked to take a gander inside.

Unlike most other temple Kom Ombo was dedicated to two gods. Horus and Sobek. The story here was that Horus and Sobek were meant to represent the body and the mind. Sobek, our great crocodile-headed God was displeased by the offerings that were provided to him. As such, he and Horus had a disagreement which resulted in Ra flying off alone. Left alone, Sobek began demanding more and more from the local populace until they realised that in searching for gold and jewels to appease the gold, they had not planted the next harvest and would starve to death. Desperate, they prayed to Sobek for aid, but being a representation of mental fortitude, Sobek was unable to bequeath the people the physical strength needed to labour underneath the harsh sun.

Seeing no recourse, Sobek was then forced to beg Horus for assistance. When Horus returned, granting the people the strength they needed to farm the land and survive the winter, Sobek was grateful and agreed to share the Temple again with his fellow god.

The moral, therefore, at the end, was that a healthy balance was required between body and mind. It also encourages people to listen to both sides of a story before passing judgement. And it was also something a lesson in moderation. For too much indulgence can lead to sloth, but too much labour with too little rest can also prove detrimental to one’s body.

That aside, Kom Ombo is also famous for its depictions of surgical tools. There was even a specific hieroglyph of the ‘correct’ form for birthing a child!

Such discoveries have helped inform our understanding of this ancient world and how it functioned. For the Ancient Egyptians were not so different to who we are now, except maybe they were far smarter than we ever thought possible. Indeed, a lot of what I’ve learned and seen with my own two eyes will prove invaluable in constructing the fantastical worlds I want to create in a so-called fantasy setting.

I do, after all, have a story planned in my head with the central setting a city in the desert. Now, I have the first-hand experience to help me build it!

So, stay tuned, dear readers, one and all for further observations from good ol’ Kyndaris of Ancient Egypt and beyond.

Oh, and there was also a crocodile museum! With mummified remains! How crazy is that? Clearly dissection was not something that only came about in the 17th-18th century and anatomy was clearly something people in the ancient past were already exploring.

#travel blog #edfu #kom ombo #sobek #horus #temple of horus #cruising up the Nile #egypt

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nearer-than-the-eye · 3 years ago

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you can tell orson scott card is a homophobe because he has an extended achilles allusion throughout shadow of the hegemon and uses it to talk about his het couple w no mention of patroclus

#blogging on my blog #feelin like an anthropologist. a sociologist. reading these books #also have to admit i am a bit tickled by the fact that he was like. i can have one mormon. as a treat #and then every other christian will be a catholic

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hispipsqueak · 4 years ago

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Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy.

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him.

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement.

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed.

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on.

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before.

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure. After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat.

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush.

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit.

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity.

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent.

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you.

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles.

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…” He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

#obey me #obey me smut #mammon x mc #omswd smut #mammon smut

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