#the nose??? we must appreciate Chris' nose and i fully believe this as well

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Some Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~10k | AO3 Synopsis: Chris was the best mechanic you’d ever met. He was good at his craft, capable of bringing your dingy car back to life time and time again. He was, also, excellent at riling you up just by existing, which wasn’t the best when you were absolutely convinced he just wanted to be friends with you. But maybe, just maybe, he’d prove you wrong. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · reader is clueless · personification of an inanimate object (the car is referred to by name and male pronouns sometimes) · improper use of car related vocabulary probably (author is clueless on the topic, they don’t even know how to drive) · discussions of weight and usage of the word fat (in a very neutral manner) · Christopher is Stronk · special guest appearance: Jisung.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: mechanic!chan was suggested by an “anon” (👀), after they watched this performance, and i felt inspired by the suggestion, so i decided to write a little something for it. a little something that somehow managed to gather more words than i ever expected, as usual. anyway, hope it doesn’t disappoint :^)

fun fact: i dreamt once that i wrote a fic called herbie, so i guess the prophecy has been fulfilled now.

Smut Warnings: the reader has an oral fixation · the reader has sexually charged thoughts (i can’t blame her) · pet names (baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, etc) · lots of praising (it’s a staple in my chan fics at this point, oops) · praise kink · strength kink if you squint? · oral [M&F.Rec] · deepthroating/mouth fucking · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Christopher Bang. 

The man who’d saved your ass countless times in the past handful of months. The man who’d been plaguing your thoughts since the very first moment you entered his repair shop.

And to think it was your older brother’s fault. ‘Get a second-hand car’, he said. ‘It’s cheap and super reliable’, he said. ‘Yes, of course it’ll be fine’, he said. Your brother was, ultimately, full of bullshit. You’d never trust his opinion ever again.

Getting a second-hand car was quite possibly the worst financial decision you’d ever taken.

At first you’d been incredibly excited. You even named it Herbie, after the famous car that was… Well, called Herbie. 

With Herbie, you’d be able to get to work faster, you’d no longer have to stay in uncomfortable social situations just because you were waiting for your ride for the night to take you home, you’d no longer have to balance grocery bags on your tiny bicycle, you’d be independent. 

For two months, you were living your best life with Herbie. But then he started showing The Signs.

It started with the AC not turning on, then, the wipers wouldn’t wipe, until eventually, he shut down completely. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not happened while you were driving on the fucking highway. To say you were pissed was an understatement. That day, when that happened, you were fortunate enough to be with your friend, Jisung. 

Not only did Jisung calm your fit of rage, but he also told you he had a friend who fixed cars for a living. ‘He’s very reliable. He won’t overcharge you, really. I vouch for him, trust him with my life at this point’, which, honestly, finding a mechanic these days that wasn’t trying to find problems that weren’t there to overcharge you was hard, so you took Jisung’s advice and took Herbie to Wolfgang: Repair Shop.

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

You could still remember the exact moment your eyes landed on him. Although, to be fair, the first thing you saw were his boots peeking out from below a car.

“Hello?” You heard a thud after you greeted the pair of legs, followed by a very graceful ‘fuck!’.

“Just one second!” He slid from under the car, and when he stood from the creeper, you honestly weren’t prepared.

Broad shoulders, strong, defined arms, a mess of curls on his head, plush, pink lips, and that nose. Jisung had forgotten to give you the most important detail about his friend, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Even with the oil coating his exposed arms, hands, and the smudge on his cheek, he was probably one of the finest specimens you’d ever seen.

“Can I help you?” He smiled, and God, he had dimples, too. Of fucking course he had to have dimples…

“I’m–I–” You were embarrassing yourself, barely even capable of forming a coherent sentence, all as he looked at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. So you got your bearings, taking a deep breath. “My car keeps dying on me. I’m a friend of Jisung’s, he told me to come to you”.

“Oh!” His eyes widened and he honestly looked beyond surprised. “You are Jisung’s friend?” There was a slight tone of disbelief in his voice, and the way he looked you up and down honestly confused you a bit. Was there a problem with your outfit? It was a bit warm out and this was a nice, comfortable dress… Maybe you were supposed to wear something different to a car repair shop? Maybe it was one of those social rules no one talked about but you were supposed to just know they existed. 

Regardless, you decided to ignore the thought altogether, because he started talking again. “I’m Chris. I’d offer my hand, but I don’t think you’d like to get yours covered in motor oil”, he chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt, and it genuinely made you smile. “C’mon, let’s take a look at your car and see what we can do. Hm?”

That was how it all started. Chris was polite, he certainly knew his way around these things, and every time you had a problem with Herbie you went to his shop. At some point, you became well acquainted with him, it was impossible not to when Herbie kept dying practically every other week, and when Chris was just so friendly.

You enjoyed spending time at the shop with him, and sometimes you wondered if you were being weird or annoying by staying a bit longer than any customer probably would, but Chris seemed to be just as engaged in the conversation as you were every time, so that spark of doubt in you always died very quickly. 

After a couple of months, Chris simply handed you a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my number. Text me whenever you need’.

And you did. Although, you took a while to text him. You finally did it only because Herbie had started to leak water; after all, that was what he had given you his number for. But it seemed like after that Chris and you just… Started to talk about other things, completely unrelated to Herbie.

“You slut, who you texting with that smile on your face? Did you finally get yourself a man?” Jisung teased you one day when you were hanging out with him, supposedly watching movies.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As if. You know the only thing I attract are mosquitoes, and it’s only because they want to suck my blood. It’s just Chris. He sent me this funny video of Wolfgang, wanna see?”

Wolfgang was Chris’ dog, an overly excited husky that seemed to be a walking disaster. You told Chris once in passing that you liked dogs, that it cheered you up whenever you saw them do their Dog Things, and since then he started to send you pictures or videos of his dog regularly, which you highly appreciated, they did bring up your mood every time.

Jisung blinked at you. “Christopher Bang? My friend Chris?”

“Yeah? Which other Chris do we both know?” You returned your eyes to your phone, chuckling at a meme Chris had just sent you.

“What’s he sending you? Lemme see”, Jisung grabbed your phone out of your hands, ignoring your protests altogether. “Huh… Would you look at that…”

“Why are you scrolling? Stop that, it’s a private conversation”, you lunged at your friend, trying to get the phone out of his hands. After a bit of jostling he finally relented, and you huffed as you diverted your attention back to the chat with Chris.

Jisung called your name, and you looked up from your phone to your friend, seeing his confused face. “You… You do know he’s flirting with you, right?”

“What?” You laughed at that. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

“I’m being serious”, Jisung turned to face you fully on the sofa, looking at your face very intently. He was quiet for a moment, but then he was gasping–rather dramatically, if you might add. “Oh my God! You haven’t noticed!”

“There’s nothing to notice, Jisung. Chris isn’t flirting with me, don’t be silly”, you chuckled just at the thought. As if the Christopher Bang would be flirting with you.

“You seriously can’t be this dense”, Jisung scoffed, turning back to the movie. “You do you, then. I’m telling you, though. He’s one hundred percent flirting with you”.

How ludicrous. Chris had shown zero interest in you for as long as you’d known him. You were sure he only saw you as a friend at best, and that was only because you were on ‘sending memes’ basis now, before you were just his customer with the dingy car that kept needing repairs. 

You’d admit, though, that after a handful of months, Chris had become a really close friend. He’d text you every morning without fail. Most of the time, he’d send you a picture while he was walking his dog. It could be a picture of Wolfgang, or a picture of the sunrise, or a selfie–those were the hardest ones to look at, to be honest. 

At some point, you realised you had developed a crush on him, and looking at his face in those selfies, still a bit swollen with sleep, with his hair a bit tousled, or with a beanie over his head covering his eyebrows, looking incredibly cuddly, wasn’t helping you cope much.

Sometimes he’d text you while he was in the gym, too. Which would’ve been fine, had he not also started to send you selfies when he was there. They were never anything too revealing, he’d always be fully clothed, but the sight of his reddened hands, his bulging veins after lifting, his flushed face, and just overall sweaty form was just something you didn’t need. It always heated you up, made you suddenly feel like your mouth was just too empty, it’d made your mind wander into very dangerous, and very horny territory. 

It was already hard enough to watch Chris work on Herbie. Whenever he did and you were at the shop, you’d start to fixate on the way the muscles of his exposed arms moved, or how his ass looked when he was bending over the motor to do whichever magic he needed to do, it always made you wonder if he’d be able to perform that magic on you, if his hands would touch you as delicately but as precisely as they did with Herbie’s components, or how it’d be like if you were the one bending over the bonnet, preferably with him just right behind you… Regardless, seeing him also at the gym through his pictures was just too much. He’d sometimes ask you weird questions while he was there, too, which always left you a bit confused.

‘mind if i ask what’s your weight? you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i’m just curious. i’m trying to bulk up, you see. mine’s…’ You didn’t particularly have a problem with the question itself, you just found it odd that he asked you that out of the blue, and for a brief moment you wondered if he’d been trying to say you were fat–which wouldn’t have been the first time that happened to you, having lived most of your life as person with extra fat on their body for what was considered ideal in this society’s standards had already numbed you to questions like these.

You hadn’t told him right away, you simply sent him a ‘why? are you gonna tell me to lose weight? lol’ to which he replied a string of messages in quick succession ‘oh god no. far from that, you’re perfect just as you are honestly. i’m just curious cuz i want to get to…’ He’d go on about his goals and what-not, and you decided to humour him, since it genuinely didn’t seem like he was trying to make fun of you, he actually never brought up the topic again after that.

Chris wasn’t just handsome, he was also cute, and a bit of a dork. A dork with extensive knowledge in cars and each of their components, but with even more extensive knowledge in pokemon and each and every single type.

‘Ice is strong against dragon and ground, you see? So I have to fight this Garchomp with a pokemon that can do ice attacks, but that can also withstand his attacks, like Gyarados, you know?’ The first time Chris pulled an explanation like that, while he was still covered in Herbie’s oil, you understood why he was friends with Jisung. They were both just dorks. Gym rats and dorks. The oddest combination you could possibly think of, but somehow it just added to their charm. To Chris’ charm specifically.

That balance of his technical knowledge, his hotness, and his dorkness, coupled with just how good of a person he genuinely was–always willing to help, always ready to stand his ground for things he believed in–only made you fall stupidly deeper for him. But you decided to keep these feelings to yourself, you liked having Chris by your side, not only because he was the only one who seemed to be able to bring Herbie back to life, but also because he was just a good friend, and you were sure that if you confessed your feelings things just wouldn’t be the same.

Taking Herbie out these days was always a gamble. You never knew when he was going to break down, but sometimes you really had to take a leap of faith. Most of the time it all went fine, but today, it seemed like he wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. Herbie had decided that breaking down in the middle of nowhere at twenty hours on a Friday was the best idea, which left you on the brink of frustrated, angry tears. 

So, obviously, you called the only person you knew could help you in this situation.

“You alright?” Chris asked as soon as he arrived and stood in front of where you were leaning on your car. “Oh, God. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so fucking done with this car”, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing once the frustration that had built inside of you couldn’t be contained anymore.

“Hey…” You felt Chris’ body heat practically envelop you when he moved into your space, and, had you not been crying like a baby, you’d probably feel a bit flustered about it. “Are you– Can I– Do you want a hug?”

You just nodded–still covering your face with your hands–because of course you wanted a hug. You were trembling with your quiet sobs, so a hug sounded like absolute heaven at this moment, and when Chris finally leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you to him, the fact that Herbie had left you stranded in the middle of nowhere seemed so insignificant now.

Chris was so incredibly warm. The way he softly caressed your back helped ease your trembles, and, eventually, the tears stopped, too. So you finally moved your hands away from your face, bringing your arms around his waist to hug him as well, just as you buried your face on his shoulder–probably leaving small puddles of tears on the fabric of his boilersuit.

That was when you noticed his attire. Similar to how he dressed when he was at the shop, but clearly completely clean. His boilersuit even smelt like his fabric softener still, and… Was he wearing perfume?

You pulled yourself a bit from him, and his calloused hands cradled your face immediately to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You could feel heat spread on your cheeks as he did.

Chris was so close to you still, the heat of his palm on your cheeks seeped into you, shooting straight to your fluttering heart. He truly was incredibly handsome, and as you looked him in the eyes the words left your mouth before you could even think twice about them.

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

A look of surprise crossed Chris’ features, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob, right before he pulled his hands away from your face and opened the driver’s door of your car, giggling. Giggling in that utterly Christopher way he always did.

“Well, yours are, too”, he said while he pulled the lever near the wheel to release the safety latch so he could open the bonnet of your car.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn his ears were red, and you wondered briefly if he might’ve been feeling warm with his boilersuit on, since it was warm tonight, which was why you had decided to wear a dress in the first place. “Were you at the shop when I called?”

“Was on my way”, Chris rounded your car, finally standing in front of it and opening the bonnet. “Ahh, Herbie. You’d certainly seen better days, haven’t you, buddy?” He took his phone from his pocket, switched on the torch, and handed it to you. “Could you hold this for me? Please?”

“Why were you going to the shop this late?” You asked as you pointed the light towards Herbie’s insides.

“Was gonna work on the bike. Angle this a bit, please”, Chris took your hand, angling it however he needed it so he could see whatever it was he needed to see–for you he might as well had been doing dark magic on your car. You saw him push cables around like he knew what each of them was for, which he surely did, this was his livelihood, after all, but it all just looked the same to you, so you were immensely relieved that he was able to help you out tonight.

“You fix cars all day and still have the drive to work on your bike in the evening?” You chuckled, just as Chris moved your hand to point the light somewhere else.

“You’d be surprised how much drive I can have when I’m doing something I like”, there was a smile on his face as he said it, and honestly you couldn’t help but believe him. Just like you couldn’t help but wonder what else he could like that’d fuel that drive of his… “Alright, we’re gonna have to jumpstart it. Gimme a sec”.

Chris left your side for a moment, and he returned almost immediately after with a jumper cable in his hands. Once he had attached it to his 4X4’s and Herbie’s battery, he instructed you to go back to the driver’s seat and to turn the ignition at his signal.

You did as asked, and as soon as you did Herbie came back to life, making you heave a sigh of relief. Chris appeared by your door a few seconds after. “Let’s go to the shop, yeah? I don’t think he’ll make it much further, to be honest”.

And honestly, you didn’t think your car would make it far, either. So you followed Chris’ 4X4 out of the area and through the familiar roads to his repair shop. You couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful, not only because he was helping you now, but because he always did it. Whenever you’d needed him, he’d always been there, which did nothing to appease the ever growing feelings you had for him.

When you made it to Chris’ shop, he simply opened the gate to the garage and signalled you to come in. You got off your car as soon as it was parked, just as Chris was unzipping his boilersuit, revealing his black vest top underneath and his admittedly mouthwatering arms as he tied the top part of the garment around his waist.

“Thank you, Chris. Really”, you told him as soon as he stood in front of you, handing him Herbie’s keys when he opened his palm.

“Oh, please”, he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought, as if what he did was something not even worth thanking him for. “I’m glad you called, I would’ve felt really bad if I couldn’t have helped you with this”, he gave you a smile, one of his blinding smiles that made his dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes disappear, and you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up and like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Chris made sure to place a wedge behind each of Herbie’s wheels just so the car was secure in place, and then turned to you. “Come with me”.

He guided you to the sink by the corner of the shop. Pumping some soap into his hands and opening the tap, he started to generously lather the suds all over his hands. 

“Come here, you need to wash your hands, too”, Chris took your hands in his, getting them all soapy, making sure to spread the soap between each of your fingers, going as far as to rub your hands between his, or lace his fingers with yours to fulfil the task.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Chris, I didn’t touch anything”.

“You sure?” He chuckled, but his motions didn’t stop. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“I guess”, you didn’t think your cheeks could’ve felt any hotter. You seriously hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.

After thoroughly rinsing your hands under the tap, he gave you a clean rag to dry them on just as he motioned for you to follow him again. So you did, walking past his half restored bike and into his office.

Chris placed Herbie’s keys on the designated case that corresponded to the number in which you had parked your car, and then turned to the minifridge. “You want a soda?”

“Sure”, you took the glass bottle from him as soon as he opened it and handed it to you. You always found it odd that he had glass bottles and not cans, considering how little space he had in that fridge. When you asked him about it once Chris simply went on about how ‘cans just don’t taste the same! The soda tastes so much better when it’s drunk from a bottle’, and as soon as he said that you just couldn’t untaste it anymore. Glass bottles were, ultimately, superior.

“‘Suppose I’ll get an uber”, you sighed after you took a sip of your drink, walking a bit so you could lean against the wall.

“An uber? Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, don’t worry”, Chris took a sip of his drink, just as he leaned on his desk.

“Aw, c’mon. You already went out of your way to rescue me. I don’t wanna take more of your time”.

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

“I wouldn’t dare”, you chuckled, although you were suddenly curious of what would happen if you did make him beg… “But what about your bike?”

“The bike won’t be ready anytime soon. The only reason I was coming here was because I was restless at home. Now I’d much rather spend some time with you, to be honest”, Chris took a sip of his drink again, and suddenly holding his gaze felt like too much, but the way your eyes decided to focus on his Adam’s apple moving with every sip he took wasn’t that much easier.

“You know…” Chris said after a few moments of silence, pulling your eyes back up from where they had been glued to his neck. “I think it might be time for you to consider letting Herbie go. It’s been months, and I honestly don’t think I can save him”.

You sighed. “I know… But I fear I’ve grown attached to the damned thing. Besides, wouldn’t you lose your most regular customer?” You added the last part with a chuckle, taking a sip of your drink right after.

Chris chuckled. “So you’re saying you only talk to me ‘cause of Herbie?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N–no. Of course not. You’re a good friend, Chris. Truly”. 

He placed his drink on the desk, and a smirk made its way onto his face. “Just a good friend?”

“Uhh… A great friend?” You laughed softly, drinking some more of your soda.

Chris went silent for a moment. As you saw him worry at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but where you were standing, you wondered if you had said something wrong. That was, until he chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m a good friend, to be honest”, he crossed his arms over his chest, bouncing his leg a bit. “Good friends don’t secretly hope for their friend’s car to break down so they’d call them for help”. 

You were just bringing your bottle to your lips, but his words made you stop in your tracks. “What?”

Chris looked at you for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but then he was tipping his head to the side and laughing. “God, I seriously didn’t believe Jisung at first, but you really are dense for some things, aren’t you?” 

“I am… So confused right now”.

Chris shook his head a bit, and he walked closer to you. “Let me tell you a secret…” He got into your space, close enough that you could smell his perfume, and the proximity made you swallow the saliva that seemed to have suddenly pooled in your mouth. Leaning into you, he brought his mouth to your ear, whispering. “I really, really like you”.

You blinked, and you honestly felt like your brain had short-circuited. “You… What?”

No way was Christopher Bang telling you he liked you. There was just no way. You would’ve noticed… You would’ve, right? You definitely would’ve… Wouldn’t have you noticed?

Suddenly you remembered Jisung. How he’d tried to tell you multiple times throughout the past few months that Chris was flirting with you, that you should shoot your shot, but you honestly had never believed him, because it seemed just so ridiculous to you that Chris could even look at you in that light.

“I’ve, uh… Liked you for a while. A long, long while”, Chris pulled himself away from your space completely, and he looked at your face for a moment. A moment that you stayed completely silent, still trying to process the fact that Chris liked you… And for a while now.

You saw his brows furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip. Then he was speaking again. “I just… Couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore. When we hugged earlier I realised I wanted to do that more, and that I should probably grow a pair and tell you already. I’d like to take you on a date, if you want, but I can understand if you don’t want to…”

He was rambling. A lot. Saying a lot of things. This was the Nervous Chris you’d only seen a couple of times, the Nervous Chris whose coping mechanism was just to jump to conclusions and talk in a single breath. Suddenly, it all seemed to click into place. The good morning texts, the selfies, the late night talks at the shop after Herbie had died on you time and time again, it was so clear to you now.

“If you don’t like me back that’s fine, you can just say so, I won’t take it to hear–”

You kissed him.

It was barely anything. Just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut him up, enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise, and, to your own selfish delight, enough to bring a delicate blush to his cheeks.

“I like you, too”, you said simply, still a bit shocked by his confession, a bit shocked by your confession coming out of your own mouth. You honestly never thought you’d be able to say that to him out loud, but you did. Just like he had.

Chris looked stunned for a bit. But that stunned look didn’t last long, it quickly turned to something else, something raw and incredibly alluring. Stepping into your space again, he brought a hand to the back of your head, holding you in place just as his other hand took the bottle from your hands to place it on the tool cart next to you, right as his lips found yours.

This kiss was nothing like the peck you’d given him. It was loaded with need and want and lust. So much of all of it you couldn’t even believe how blind you’d been. Every press of his lips against yours kindled the fire that started to burn in the pit of your stomach. When his hand joined the other cradling your head, you just couldn’t help the small whimper that came out of your mouth, and that tiny noise seemed to have spurred Chris on, enough to press you flush against the wall as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

Heat was spreading quickly inside of you, and you were starting to feel lightheaded–whether it was due to the shock, or due to how Chris was pressing you against the wall, or due to the motions of his kiss and the lack of oxygen, you weren’t too sure. One of your hands laid palm flat on the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, and the hum that came out of his mouth seemed to have travelled all the way to your heart, making it beat even faster in your chest.

Chris detached his mouth from yours, only for a moment, enough to talk. “Does this mean…” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “That you’d like…” And another. “To go on a date?” This kiss lasted a bit longer than the others, it lasted until you nodded your head.

“Yes”, you pressed a kiss on his lips, just as your arms moved to loop around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. “Would love to”.

He hummed again, and he immediately resumed the soft movement of his lips on yours. Keeping you tight against him for a while. Until it seemed like his brain had caught up with him. 

“We should probably stop”, but he didn’t stop kissing you, just like you didn’t, either. You just couldn’t get enough of his full lips on yours, of his tongue pushing against yours.

“Do you want to?” Your fingers made their way through the curls at the back of his head, holding the strands between them just how you’d dreamt to do so many times throughout the past handful of months.

“God, no”, and you believed him, not only because of how desperate he sounded when he said it, but also because he just kept kissing you, talking in between quick pecks of his lips. “But I don’t want… To make it seem… Like this is all I want… You know?”

You knew. You knew because you were thinking exactly the same thing. You could feel him against your pubic bone, hard, warm, and it all made you incredibly wet, maybe embarrassingly so. But this was Chris, it was hard to feel embarrassed with him, which was part of the reason why you had developed feelings for him in the first place.

You hummed, just to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say without removing your lips from his. As you kissed him, as you felt him and his warmth, your mind started to cloud a bit. The mix of his motions, of the months and months of pining for him, and the even more months of self-inflicted celibacy clearly made it so logical thinking wasn’t your strongest attribute at this time.

“Would you still… Take me on a date… If I sucked you off right now?” The words flew past your mouth between kisses, too fast for you to even think twice and stop them.

“Shit…” Chris pulled himself away from your lips completely, looking you in the eyes. As you took in the flush on his face, his plush, kiss-bitten lips, and his blown pupils, you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly beautiful he looked like this. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead serious”, your chest was heaving, and your fingers carded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, making Chris bite his lip and take a deep breath.

“Of course I would. I’d take you to the fucking moon even if I got it wet right now”.

You chuckled at that, and pressed a brief kiss on his lips. “A date is enough, babe”.

“Babe, huh?” Chris took a deep breath, just as you pushed him away from you a bit, enough to have space so you could drop to your knees, uncaring of your bare skin touching the floor. All you could care about was the outline of his length against his clothes when you pressed your hand on it.

“Sorry, you don’t like ‘babe’?” You looked up at him, right in the eyes, just as you untied the sleeves of his boilersuit from around his waist.

“I like it a lot, actually”, there was a bit of a smug smirk on his face, and it had you licking your lips.

Just as you were about to pull the bottom of his suit further down, he brought a hand to one of yours, diverting your eyes back up to his. His gaze had softened, and the smile on his face coupled with that look in his eyes made you flush further. “You don’t have to, seriously. Don’t feel obligated to do it”.

“I don’t”, you reassured him. “I want to do it. Badly. But only if you want it, too”.

“Fuck… I do. So bad”, he licked his lips, and he moved his hand away from yours to place it on your head instead. “You’ve got no idea how much, shit…”

So you resumed your motions, tugging his bottoms along with his underwear, enough for his length to spring free of its confinements. You weren’t surprised with the sight, honestly. A pretty face like his surely came with a pretty cock, too. So of fucking course it was pretty, especially so as precum pooled at its tip, especially when it looked just so delectably hard. It was a bit on the girthier side, but nothing too crazy, nothing you couldn’t handle. If anything, it just made your mouth water, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Shit…” You took him in your hand, spreading around the bead of precum that had collected on his tip to give him a couple of tentative pumps, making him swear under his breath and bite his bottom lip. “How do you like it?”

“Fuck… Sloppy. Make it as wet as you can, the messier the better”, the words flew past his lips, completely shamelessly, almost as if he didn’t even need to think about them. Chris seemed to be transfixed on the sight of your hand working his length, and you took that opportunity to spit on it, making him groan while you started to coat him in your saliva.

So you delayed no further, dying for a taste, and a taste you got. As soon as your lips wrapped around his tip Chris swore. Loudly. He threw his head back and his fingers seemed to tighten a bit on your head, but he didn’t move you, he let you keep the pace as you saw fit. You started slow, holding him by the base and just bobbing your head for your lips to repeatedly catch on the ridge of his head and for your tongue to rub against the frenulum on the underside, taking him deeper into your mouth with every other stroke.

The moment you opened your eyes and your gaze found his, your inner walls involuntarily clenched around nothing, and suddenly you felt like you needed some relief. But you ultimately decided to keep your focus on Chris, on his lustful gaze, on his furrowed brows, on his gentle hold on your head, and the grunts and groans threatening to come out of his mouth, dampened by the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip.

He wanted it messy and sloppy, so you were ready to give it to him messy and sloppy. It’d been a while since you’d done this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. With a deep breath, you took him in deeper, breaching past the initial resistance for him to ease into your throat.

“Oh, fuck… You’re kidding… Shit…” Chris threw his head back, letting the most delicious noises out of his mouth, almost making you lightheaded with how aroused his heavy cock in your mouth coupled with his blissed out sounds got you.

You took your time slurping him up, uncaring if saliva dribbled out of your mouth as you worked against your gag reflex, feeling tears quickly collect in the corner of your eyes. When you felt confident enough with your motions, you brought your hand to his that held your head in place, while you placed the other on his hip, holding him tightly. 

“You want me to move, pretty? Fuck your perfect little mouth?” You nodded in response, humming around his length.

Slowly, he started to thrust into your mouth. Chris was being extremely careful, being mindful of every controlled push of his hips, but even with his slow pace, you couldn’t help but moan as soon as he started moving, making him groan in response. That was when you finally gave into your own desires, moving your hand away from his that lay on your head to bring it under your dress so you could press circles on your clit over your underwear, eliciting broken whimpers from your mouth.

“Shit, look at you…” Chris looked fucked out of his mind already, with his heaving chest and the increasing pace of his hips. You were sure you weren’t looking any more collected than he was, especially when you started to feel tears finally fall from the corner of your eyes every time you blinked.

With one particularly precise thrust of his hips, Chris’ length went in further than you were used to, essentially choking you on his cock, making you gag harshly. Chris pulled his length out of your mouth, and you gasped for air immediately.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good with that mouth… Come here, beautiful”, Chris helped you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were standing on your feet and pressing kisses all over your cheeks. You were still panting a bit, flushed from exertion, but Chris kissed you anyway, and you kissed him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Need to taste you”, he mumbled between pecks of his lips. “Please, please, please let me eat you out”.

You just nodded, very eagerly if you might add. But you honestly couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed about it, not when Chris begged so fervently for it. Just the thought of seeing him between your legs had you already clenching with need.

While you kissed, Chris removed his arms from your waist. You felt him fumble with his underwear and his boilersuit, hastily wrapping it around his waist, and before you could even register what he was doing, he was taking a hold of your ass and scooping you into his arms.

“Chris, fuck, wait. I’m heavy as hell”, you were slightly alarmed, but your legs wrapped around his waist for stability anyway just as you held onto his shoulders.

“Heavy?” Chris chuckled, moving towards his desk. “Baby, I can lift almost thrice your weight”.

“You, what?” You asked, a bit confused–and also aroused, because, fuck, how strong was this man…–Chris pushed away some of the items on his desk to sit you on it, close to the edge. After all the revelations that had come to light earlier, it finally dawned on you. “Is that… Why you asked what my weight was all those months ago?”

“Of course! Needed to make sure that if I ever got a chance I was able to do everything I wanted”, he dropped to his knees, starting to press tender kisses up your shins. “Must admit I had to stop whole hip thrusts sets sometimes because I’d get so fucking hard halfway through, fuck”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a hearty, and slightly incredulous laugh. “Holy shit. I genuinely thought you would tell me I had to lose weight at some point”.

“What? I’d never”, Chris chuckled, bringing his hands to your thighs, squeezing them. “I mean, it’s your body, you can do whatever you want, but know that I find you incredibly attractive however you look”, he moved his hands further up, right under the hem of your dress to finally hook his fingers on the waistband of your underwear. “Can I take these off, gorgeous?”

“Yes”, you giggled, feeling yourself heating up further just by his words and the feeling of his hands on your skin. With your hands on the desk you lifted your hips enough for him to slip the garment down your legs and off of you. He threw your underwear on the desk, and they landed somewhere behind you.

Bringing his hands back to your thighs, Chris rubbed circles with his thumbs for a second, only to finally move them further up, catching the hem of your dress and bringing it with him as he went. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. That was, until he finally pushed your legs apart. With the way he swore under his breath and the way his eyes seemed to get impossibly darker as soon as he took sight of your seeping core, any nervousness seemed to have been obliterated, and you couldn’t help but feel just so incredibly wanted.

“Fuck… Even here, huh?” He threw your legs over his shoulders, and you felt yourself heat up in anticipation. “Plump, pretty… Shit…”

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, it was honestly almost pathetic how affected you felt just by the things he was saying and the sight of him between your legs.

“You know…” Chris pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sucking harshly, leaving marks on your skin, making you inhale a shaky breath. “This is the exact same dress you were wearing the first time you came into my shop”.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Hm, ‘course I do”, he moved his attention back to your eyes, just as he pressed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of you in this fucking dress for months, baby…”

“You have?”

“I have”, one of his hands came to grip your thigh, while the other moved to your hip, giving you a hefty squeeze. “How do you like it, pretty? Or how do you not like it, for that matter?”

You licked your lips, suddenly transfixed by the sight of his lips brushing your skin. “Gentle sucks go a long way. I’m a bit, uh… Sensitive”.

“Sensitive, huh? ‘Course you are… Hold this for me, hm?” He took a hold of your hand and brought it to one of your thighs, just as he spread you open further, propping your foot on the desk. So you did as asked, keeping your legs open as he diverted his attention back to your heat. “Good girl… Just like that…”

As soon as he spread you with two of his fingers, and he dived, landing soft, tentative licks on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your whole body jolted a bit, and a soft whimper escaped your mouth. “Oh, fuck…”

Chris just hummed, moving to lick at your entrance, getting a taste of your essence with his brows pulled together, looking just so fucking delighted. Just the thought that he was genuinely enjoying himself got you moaning a bit louder under the quickening movements of his tongue, and as soon as his lips pressed on your clit, giving you those gentle sucks you had asked for, your mind just disconnected completely.

He took his time working you up, turning you to a whimpering mess just with his lips and his tongue, gradually increasing his tempo to build your upcoming release. Whenever he dipped lower to lick at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit with every movement of his head, he was essentially making out with your cunt and you would gladly let him do whatever and however he wanted. Your nerve endings were on fire, your toes curled with need, and your walls clenched with his unrelenting pace.

When he detached his mouth from your core you almost wanted to cry, but he only did it for a second, enough to ask a “Fingers, baby?” only to press his lips to your sensitive skin again, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking it with his tongue.

You weren’t sure if the ‘yes’ actually came out of your mouth, you vaguely only registered your eager nodding and the soft moan that escaped your lips as soon as you felt one of his digits at your entrance. Chris groaned against your skin as soon as he inserted the first finger to the knuckle, the vibration of the sound further fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach. He pumped his finger in tandem with his tongue on your clit, touching and prodding and gauging your reactions to his every move.

One particularly sharp nudge of his finger on your walls had you moaning a bit louder than you were before, and Chris seemed to have picked it up immediately, because he plunged a second finger right after and started pumping his digits in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his lips gently sucked on your clit. You needed to have a hand on the desk to keep yourself up, to maintain some stability, so you shuffled your foot a bit and simply let go of your thigh to bring the hand that was holding it to his head, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing him further against you with a whimper.

Chris groaned as soon as your fingers threaded through his hair, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers and his tongue, bringing you further and further towards the edge, and God if you needed to tip over that edge… With how well he was working you up you felt your lower belly tighten with exertion, and your walls spasm more frequently around his fingers.

“Chris… Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close, please–” You almost choked with the moan that came out of your mouth after you spoke, since Chris immediately started ramming his fingers into you harder, faster, just as his plush, now swollen lips kept sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

He was absolutely determined to give you your relief, and as soon as you were able to open your eyes and look at him, the look in his eyes, lustful, greedy, was enough to finally push you over the edge. Searing heat spread all over your body with your release, pure pleasure overflowed each and every one of your senses, making you perceive nothing but Chris, Chris, Chris, and his lips between your legs, and his hair between your fingers, and his fingers inside of you.

Chris’ motions didn’t relent until you were thoroughly satisfied, until you weakly pushed on his head with a ‘shit, baby, enough, please’ when he had you on the brink of oversensitivity. As soon as his mouth detached from your heat, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before he finally stood up and caught your mouth in a heated kiss. The fact that you could taste yourself on his lips only seemed to spur you on further, making you whimper while you brought a hand to the back of his head and took a handful of his curls to finally get completely lost in the motions of his kiss.

“So pretty, fuck…” He mumbled when his mouth disconnected from yours, cradling your head in his hands as he smothered your face with kisses. “So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, shit…”

His borderline adoring words had you feeling tingly all over, somehow both making your heart swell in your chest and your walls involuntarily flutter even when they were still sporadically spasming from the after effects of your orgasm. When Chris kissed you again, you looped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your hips, pulling him flush to you, heaving chest against heaving chest, getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands kneading your flesh.

“Holy fuck”, you chuckled as soon as Chris’ lips parted from yours, and he followed suit, chuckling while he made his way to your neck, to press kisses all over your skin.

“Mmm, I know, right?”

Chris hugged you close, leisurely kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. His soft, lingering touches seemed to shoot straight to the deepest areas within your heart, and even though you’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm, you certainly wanted more. More of him.

“Chris?” You mumbled, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Mm?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then moved to take his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently before you whispered, “want you”.

Chris took in a shaky breath, and he pulled himself away from your neck to look at your face. God, you wanted to kiss him, his flushed face and his swollen lips would be a sight that’d haunt your wettest dreams from now on, you just knew. 

He licked his lips. “We don’t have to, pretty”.

“Mm… You’re right, we don’t have to”, dragging one of your hands from his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his length, you pressed your palm firmly, feeling him still hard under your grasp. “But do you want to?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want to”, Chris held your hips tighter, and you wondered if you’d see bruises tomorrow just as he placed a kiss on your lips. “I want you so bad”.

“You have me. Right here, baby. You can have me right here”, you mumbled against his lips, pressing a kiss there right after, just as Chris swore under his breath.

“Shit… Gimme a sec”, he detached himself from you, rounding the desk and pulling one of the drawers open, muttering to himself. “There were some here, I’m sure…”

You turned to look at him, oddly amused by the way he carelessly moved things around in his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“Aha! These”, he pulled a three piece box of condoms, and he turned it around a few times in his hand with a frown on his face. “I seriously hope these aren’t expired…”

You chuckled at the sight of his focused face, amused, but also incredibly curious. “Why do you even have a box of condoms in your desk’s drawers? How many girls have you had in here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one”, he chuckled, opening the package and taking one of the foil packets out, examining it closely for a moment, only to finally heave a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Not expired”.

With a smile on your lips, you quirked a brow at him, just as you watched him round the desk again to stand in front of you. He shrugged to your silent question, taking the foil packet between his teeth so he could untie the top of his boilersuit from around his hips and tug the rest and his underwear down enough so his length was free again, and you’d admit you got a bit distracted by the sight.

With the corner of the condom packet still held in place by his teeth, he finally tore it open, and you took the bit of foil that was still in his mouth to drop it somewhere on the desk while Chris carefully slid the condom down his length.

“You’d be surprised how many things a condom can be used for when working with cars. They’re always useful when you need to get creative and use whatever you have at hand”, Chris stood between your parted legs, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing.

“What kind of MacGyver bullshit is that?” You chuckled, but the sound quickly turned into a surprised yelp when Chris held you tightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“They’ve always been helpful when I’ve needed them”, leaning into you, Chris placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss just as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your juices around and teasing your clit in the process, making you whimper into his mouth. “But I’ll be honest, I’ve never been more happy to have them at hand than I do right now”.

You brought a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head, pulling him for a brief kiss. “Put them to good use, then”.

“Demanding, are we?” Chris chuckled, but he lined himself with your entrance anyway, slowly easing his length into your heat. “Oh, shit…”

It was a stretch, alright, but he was being just so incredibly careful, and you appreciated it, you really did. But you were also incredibly desperate to be filled, so you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed on his ass with your heel, urging him on, making him jut his hips further forward.

“Shit… Have mercy on me, will you?” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on your skin while his now free hand made its way to your hip again, holding you tightly.

“Want you”, you replied simply, probably whinier and less demanding that you were trying to sound, but Chris complied with your request anyway, finally thrusting all the way in, making you gasp with just how incredibly full you felt.

“Want you, too”, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. The thought of waking up tomorrow and seeing his marks on your neck or your hips made you flush impossibly further, even as he moved along to press kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Want you so bad I’m genuinely about to burst just by being inside you right now. Need a second”.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you made him turn away from your shoulder to look at you, and the way he bit his lip before he leaned in for a kiss had you involuntarily clenching around him, eliciting a choked groan from his lips.

“Fuck, driving me nuts… Seriously, we’re gonna have… The best fucking date ever… You’ll see…” He mumbled his words between kisses, and it genuinely had you laughing, because of course he was still thinking about your future date. “C’mon, beautiful. Hold on to me”.

So you did, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, burying one of your hands in his hair, all while he placed one hand on the small of your back, and the other on the desk for stability. Finally, Chris moved, starting a rhythm with precise thrusts, making you gasp at the sensation of his length dragging against your walls, making him groan.

“Fuck, shit… That’s good. So good. Feel so fucking perfect around me, baby. Perfect”, with the increase of his tempo you could barely register the words coming out of his mouth, all you could do was whine while you nodded in agreement, hoping that he, too, would know how just incredibly good he felt inside of you.

The way Chris kissed you, almost desperate, the way he started to ram into you, stretching you so deliciously you were already starting to feel lightheaded, all combined had that little bit of sanity you had left in you leave your body entirely, finally letting you succumb to just your utmost primal need for pleasure. But more specifically, for pleasure you could share with Chris.

You honestly couldn’t tell how long you spent getting pounded to that desk, you could just feel Chris’ cock repeatedly splitting you open and his lips on yours and the words that he’d occasionally mumble against your skin, his words of praise and encouragement that had you once again feeling tingly all over, words that fed that pool of arousal inside of you, threatening to spill it all over. You vaguely registered words of your own leave your mouth, too. Words that seemed to spur him on, that seemed to pull blissed-out sounds from his lips and yours nonstop. 

“Lean back a bit for me, gorgeous”, and you couldn’t help but comply, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to place it behind you to lean on it, leaving just enough space between your bodies for Chris to sneak his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing fervent circles on your already oversensitive bud, eliciting a moan from your lips as soon as he did. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that, milk my cock just like that, huh…”

“Chris–” You honestly weren’t sure what you were even going to tell him, you could just feel your next high approaching increasingly fast, and you needed it. You needed it badly.

“It’s fine, pretty. Whenever you’re ready, just let go”, he mumbled the words against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on it, a complete contrast to his sharp thrusts and the fast movement of his fingers between your legs. “Want to feel you so bad, fuck…”

“Shit–” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, you finally got that sweet, sweet relief. The feeling spread all throughout your body, dragging sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure out of your mouth, making your legs shake from exertion as you tried to keep your hold around Chris’ torso.

Bringing both of his hands to your hips for leverage, Chris chased his own release, his grunts and groans getting lost in your mouth while he kissed you again. One, two, three thrusts and he was flush against you, shooting his load into the condom while he was buried as deep as he could within your warmth, a mix of his groans and your name and a colourful string of swears flying past his lips as he rode the waves of his ecstasy with minute rolls of his hips.

“Holy fuck”, he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for one more heated kiss while he came down from his high, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I agree”, you were panting a bit, breathless, leaning back on both of your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Chris laughed, a hearty laugh that had a smile appearing on your face immediately. Taking a hold of the condom by the base of his length to make sure it was secure in place, he finally pulled out, carefully sliding it off of him, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin by his desk. You missed his warmth inside of you immediately.

Taking a roll of toilet paper from one of the tool carts nearby, he quickly cleaned any remnants of his release from his length before he was tucking it back into his briefs, finally wrapping the top of his boilersuit around his waist again. With more paper in hand Chris asked you to ‘please open up those pretty legs for me, hm?’ so he could clean you up, helping you back into your underwear right after.

As soon as you were standing back on your–admittedly unsteady–feet, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss on your lips only to move up and press another on your forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay”, you chuckled, melting into his embrace. “Everything hurts, though. How’re you?”

“On cloud nine”, he replied simply, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making your heart race with the sight.

When Chris finally detached himself from you, he reached for the soda he’d taken out of your hands earlier, giving it back to you once you told him ‘I still want to drink it. Even if it’s not cold anymore, seriously’, and after a bit of back and forth he simply relented.

“Would you…” Chris started to ask, while he bent down to take the bag out of the bin. “Would you like to come to my place? I mean, I can take you to yours, too, that’s fine, but I figured, you know, you could stay over, and we could have dinner, and I can make you breakfast tomorrow, and I’m sure Wolfgang would love to see you, and we could cuddle to sleep, you know? But if you don’t want to, it’s fin–”

You took a hold of his hand, squeezing it in yours to stop his rambling. “I’d love to”.

Chris just giggled a bit, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and tugging you out of his office back to the garage once he’d switched off the light. When you were outside, you made your way to his 4X4, watching him chuck the small bin bag from his office into the bigger bin out in the garage and going through the motions of switching every light off in here, too.

As you watched him, your eyes drifted to Herbie, parked in his–by now–usual spot. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time you considered letting him go. He’d served you well for those two months at the beginning, and when you were in a pinch he was very forgiving, but his condition was unsustainable at this point.

As soon as Chris was by your side again he gave you a kiss for good measure, opening his 4X4’s passenger door for you. You just smiled at him, pressing one more kiss on his lips before you finally hopped in. Chris rounded the bonnet and started to very animatedly talk about a funny thing Wolfgang had done just this morning, gesturing with his hands while he recounted the event, making you laugh.

While Chris drove you two to his place, with soft music playing on the radio, with his hand occasionally shifting from the gear lever to squeeze your thigh, all while a light, easy conversation flowed between you two, you figured that Herbie might’ve been the worst financial decision you’d ever made, but at the very least, he’d brought you to Chris, so you really couldn’t hold a grudge against him, not when you felt so incredibly light and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

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Hello! So, I saw your post about requests and here I am. I really want to read smth about reader's workout session with Chris Redfield. Well, the reader isn't an agent, she just wants to stay in a good shape and Chris is just so willing to help her. It can lead to smut I really don't mind. :) P.S. Looking forward to the second chapter of your new Chris story. It's great.

There it is. A nice (hot) workout session with Chris Redfield that ends up in the shower ;-) Apparently, I can’t help myself. I have to write bathroom sex when it comes to Chris. Anyway hope you’ll like it and thank you for ready Under Her Large Umbrella.

WARNING: SMUT ( but it’s near the end so you can skip it if you want)

Working Out BSAA-Style - Chris Redfield x Reader  (NSFW)

You were used to find an empty cold bed in the morning. It had been your routine for the past two years or so. The sacrifice to make when you date BSAA Golden Boy Chris Redfield. What you were not used to, however, was being pulled out of your bed by your feet at six thirty in the morning. “Come on, lazy bum. We said 6:15. You’re late.”           You growled and buried your head under your pillow. “You said 6:15, Chris. Not me.” “I thought you wanted to workout with me today.” You could imagine his mocking smile through the tone of his voice. “Yeah, like a regular person. At a decent hour. And I imagined something like yoga or Pilate, not Ninja Warrior or whatever military training you prepared for me.” Chris chuckled and removed the blanket covering your body, making you instantly curl up because of the sudden cold. “Come on, baby. Get your sweet butt in gear and join me outside in ten.” He slapped your rear and you jumped by reflex. “Ten?” You harrumphed as your sleepy face finally emerged from under the pillow. “Yep, otherwise I’d be long gone and you’ll have to catch up on me.”

You watched him leave the bedroom, leaving you here to grumble on your own. What did you have to ask him for a workout session, again? Oh yeah, the sudden whim to stay in shape and have your summer body ready for your July bikini. But that’s precisely what it was; a whim, something far from being entirely serious, something you wanted to do but never ended up doing without an ounce of regret, like adopting a kitten or something like that. But there’s no place for whim when you share your life with Chris Redfield.

You managed to be ready in ten … well in twenty, actually. But it did not matter since Chris was still waiting for you nevertheless, stretching on the guardrail bordering the stadium nearby the BSAA barracks. “You’re late soldier.” His tone was very solemn and serious and probably resembling the one he had when he was speaking to his unit. “I’m no soldier, Captain.” You insisted on his title on purpose. “I know that. If you had been, I would have make you do a hundred push-ups for being late to my training session. So, I’ll guess you’ll just do fifty.” Your mouth opened wide. He wasn’t serious, right? You had never really done push-ups and he wanted you to do fifty of them. “Kidding.” He grinned and caught your chin to kiss your lips softly. “Should have seen your face.”          “Haha, very funny.” You retorted with sarcasm. “So what’s the program, Captain Redfield?”   “Let’s say few minutes of warm-up, ten laps on the track, some stretching exercise, core building and a nice shower together to finish.” Alright, he wanted you to die a slow death but at least the reward was worth it. “Or, we can skip all this and directly go to the shower. I heard that sex also helps your body burn some calories and that it’s a good cardio.” You smiled, knowing perfectly Chris would not accept the offer but you just loved teasing him. “Oh, trust me, sweet heart. We’ll get there. But first, let’s warm up. ” Of course he meant literal warm-up and not sexual warm-up. Too bad. That one you loved a lot, especially when it involved Chris’ face in between your legs. Guess you would have to spread your legs for nothing for now.

Chris clapped his hands, telling you the workout session had officially begun. As a good student, you followed and repeated all his moves, mimicking the ways he was rotating his hips then his arms, stretching his upper body, and flexing his legs before finally finishing with a series of squats. You thought you didn’t do so badly because Chris barely gave you some advice. “Not bad for a beginner.” He admitted,   “Well, you should know better than anyone how good I am when it comes to warm-ups.” You said cheekily. “Oh, so that’s why your behind was so … prominent while doing squats.” You expected that naughty remark. Actually, you must admit you had thrown Chris the line on purpose. You loved him when he was all BSAA Captain serious, but you loved him also when he was responding to your occasional teasing. And right now you could have a mix of both, so why not taking the chance.       “Alright, let’s run together now.”  

You were not really fond of running, especially running on tracks, finding it too boring. You preferred walking or trekking in the woods. You had done that with Chris quite a few times during his rare furloughs.  But you had asked for a workout session with your BSAA Captain and so you followed the lead without complaining.   You both started jogging along slowly, Chris giving you some good tips to run without tiring yourself out too much. “Always run in the innermost lane of the track, it shortens the distance a bit. And focus on your breathing. Inhale and exhale using both your mouth and your nose.” You listened carefully and obeyed, happy to spend this time with him and to see Chris in a new light. He was a very good teacher and an awesome leader, giving advice without sounding bossy. No wonder he was so well esteemed and appreciated by his team.

When you started to quicken your pace, you felt your breathing and your heart accelerating a lot and soon you realised you were slowing Chris down. How could he not be tired? Even a tiny bit? “You know you can leave me behind. I’ll manage.” You did not want to ruin his training after all. “No. No way. No one stays behind, soldier. Come on.” He grabbed your arm to drag you and help you keep running. “I have a stich.” “Then imagine a horde of hungry BOWs chasing you. That always helps.” Rely on your survival instinct? Well, that’s some advice. But you had to admit that, in a certain way, your survival was at stake right now since you could feel your heart pounding in your chest like crazy. Could hearts explode? You hoped not.     

You didn’t know how you managed to finish those ten laps but you did, though your lungs would forever remember them.  Exhausted, panting, face completely reddened, you let yourself fall on the grass. “Kill me now.” Chris crouched down and kissed your lips softly. “I said kill me, not kiss me. But I’ll take it.” He chuckled, stood up again and extended his hand to help you get up. “Come on, stretch up a bit. You’ll feel better.” You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up with an incredible ease despite you being a total dead weight right now.        

“Come on do as I do, otherwise you’ll be aching.” Again, you mimicked his moves, stretching your upper and lower body. And it felt actually really good and soothing. “Okay, now on the ground. Core exercises.”           “You can’t be serious.” You weren’t sure you would be able to keep up.     “Then we will be good to go. I promise.” He winked and knelt on the ground. Then he rested his forearms on the grass and extended his legs so that his body formed a straight line. You knew that exercise. You used to do it in high school. But it’s been a while since high school. Nevertheless, you put your body in the same position and glimpsed at Chris. “How long?” “Until I tell you it’s over. Now stop hiking up your butt like that.” You felt Chris gently kick your behind to make you drop your hips a bit. “You usually never complain.” You mumbled, trying to keep the joke to yourself.             “What did you say?” He asked, though you were certain he had heard you. “Nothing” 

You ended your intensive training with some butterfly sit-ups, something called ‘dead bug’ (a fitting name for you right now) and a series of old-fashioned push-ups. ‘Alright, enough for today!” Chris declared as he quickly stood up.     “Did I pass the BSAA admission exam?” You asked, getting back on your feet, all sweaty but happy that the workout was finally over. “You did, rookie.” He nodded and you smiled proudly. “Well, that was easy.”           “ However, there’s one last thing you must do to be fully admitted. Something to ace the test, let’s say.” Chris smirked and you bit your lips, understanding exactly what he meant. So, Chris wanted to play today. Fair enough. Let’s play, Captain. “And what is that, Captain Redfield?”         “Join me in the shower in my personal quarters and I’ll show you.” He dragged you against his strong body, his hands pressed against your lower back. “Is that very professional, Captain?” “It’s part of the training program, rookie. I believe you can’t say no, especially after wiggling that gorgeous butt for an entire hour right in front of your Captain.” He groped your ass and lay a warm kiss in your neck. “Now come with me.”         “Roger that” you purred and he chuckled, amused yet already terribly aroused judging by the way his chocolate brown had suddenly darkened.

You and Chris almost ran back to your place. And needless to say that, as soon as the door slammed shut behind you, you ended up in his muscular arms again so that he could carry you quickly to the bathroom, making you lose your sports shoes on the way. “My clothes!” You laughed when Chris entered the shower with you, still dressed. But he couldn’t care less and immediately turned up the tap.

The cold water instantly squirted on you both, making you yelp. But you didn’t mind. The cold water was just like Chris’ sudden carelessness, refreshing and welcoming.   “What’s happening to you?” You wondered, beaming at him. “Don’t you think I’ve noticed all your little allusions back there?” He caught your lips, his hands roaming all over your body and undressing you hastily. “Those little allusions? That turned you on?”     “Oh sweetie, anything you do is turning me on when you wear those skin-tight yoga pants. But right now, I want them off.” And he pulled them down with one swift move, along with your panties, the second he finished that sentence, kneeling down in the shower as he did to hoist one of your leg on his broad shoulder.       Then he kissed your thighs on and on until he reached your pussy where he placed another kiss to keep you waiting, while his fingers were too busy spreading your warm lips and playing with your clit. You shivered, impatient and looking at Chris with pleading eyes through the water running over both your bodies. Fortunately for you, he was not in the mood for much teasing today and he soon lapped your slit up to your clit where he decided to linger a bit to suck it greedily. A loud moan escaped your mouth, which encouraged Chris to be even more ardent than he already was. He swirled his tongue on your bud, pulling it occasionally in between his lips and let a finger enter your core to fuck you. You buried your hand in his wet hair to prevent yourself from slipping in the shower because of the exquisite wave of pleasure drowning your body right now. “Chris. Chris, please get up.” You asked, not willing to reach your orgasm just yet.

Chris complied after one last loud kiss on your clit. As he stood right in front of you again, largely towering you because of how tall and massive he was in comparison to you, you realised he was still wearing his tank top and his shorts. So you removed them slowly, leaving a trail of kisses on his strong abs and chest as you did, enjoying the sensation of his rock hard muscles against your lips.           When his shorts and his boxers hit the shower floor, you took his erected length in your hand and knelt in your turn. You started pumping his cock, staring at Chris right in the eye, before finally kissing his tip and sucking it like a lollipop. He hissed and tensed at the sensation. “Don’t tease me too much, baby. I’m that close to explode already.” You didn’t answer but you guessed taking his length in your mouth would be the perfect way to show him you’d do as he said. So, you engulfed his cock deep in your mouth and started bobbing your head. A growl escaped his throat and you felt him instantly relax as his head tilted back against the shower wall. Hands massaging his balls, you alternated between sucking and licking until Chris grabbed your ponytail and pushed himself deep in you, making you gag around him. “That’s it, take my cock, baby.” You kept going, leaving a lot of saliva around his thick length and then you felt Chris hoisting you up by your arms to press his lips passionately against yours.

“How do you want it?” He whispered, still close to your mouth. “From behind.” You wanted it rough. Maybe not a wise idea after the workout you had just had but if you are going to be aching for days, might as well be for a good reason. “I thought so.” Chris turned you around and spanked you as he pushed you against the wall. You placed your hands on the tiles and bent over so that he would grab you by the hips. “You know how to please your Captain, don’t you?” He roared as he spread your legs and went to tap his cock against your entrance.

Then he sank into you with ease, making you moan his name because of how surprisingly deep he already was. Hands on your waist he started pounding you hard and fast. Your head almost hit the wall under the strength of his thrust and the weight of his muscular body. Him inside of you was just the most divine sensation in the world. He filled you so perfectly. “Oh my god, Chris”         He smirked, circled your waist with one arm to keep in place and put his hand on your head to press your face against the tiles, establishing his dominance on you and using this position to go balls deep inside of you. “You like that, baby?”  You cried out. “I didn’t hear you”     “Yeeess.” You whimpered, your eyes closed. He slapped you again and you screamed, clenching your walls around him.       He was relentless, so strong, so fast, so deep you could hear his balls slap against your clit and his hips smacking your behind. Those sounds plus the sound of the running water on both your bodies. Goodness, this was arousing. “Chris, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out as you felt your orgasm building up in you again. “Good. Cum with me.” He pushed you flat against the wall, hand still holding your hair, and hardened his pace, aroused by your beautiful body completely at his mercy.

It only took a few seconds for him to cum deep inside of you with a loud growl, spilling his load in your clenching pussy as you were reaching your peak as well, screaming his name like never before. A few last rough deep thrust and Chris pulled out you, leaving incredibly satisfied yet shivering and even more exhausted than before.           He smiled, proud of himself, as he gazed his white seed oozing out of your pussy. “Yep, you passed the test, baby.” He joked and he lay a soft kiss on your shoulder while you chuckled. “Perfect.”             “Next test next week.”

To spend another amazing moment like this one with your BSAA Golden Boy, you could only agree.

[cksmart-world]

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

February 2, 2021

REPUBLICANS: BREAKING BAD

We have a Second Amendment right to carry guns wherever we want and if you don't like it we'll shoot your ass off. Those weren't the exact words of newly minted Congresswoman Majorie Tailor Green, but damn close. As a freshman Republican lawmaker and a QAnon storm trooper, she is in the unique position of being able to tell House Republican leader Kevin McCarthy where the bear shits — because she and her fellow Q-Trumpians are the bear. Hoping to prop up his sagging libido, McCarthy beat a path to Mar A Lago to assure the Once and Future King that he still loves to kiss his big, pink fanny. So what if Trump told all those patriots to storm the Capitol and trash our democracy. Putting him on trial for sedition would be divisive and vindictive, according to 45 Republican senators, who are now — like it or not — abetting that Jan. 6 coalition of white nationalists and thugs. Nevertheless, Trump didn't start this neofascism, said Princeton Prof. Eddie Glaude, Jr., he was just “vomited up” by the Republican Party. The GOP, he said, now resembles The New Redeemers who seized control of the South after Reconstruction to enforce white supremacy. “They were willing to throw democracy in the trash bin.” Sound familiar? It's a Grand Old Party.

BURGESS OWENS COMES TO JESUS OR NOT

Hey you liberals, remember all that stuff I said, like you were a bunch of Marxist and Socialists? Well I gotta take that back on account of I just learned the difference between the quiche-and-white-wine set and those borsht-eaters over in Russia. After the Jan. 6 insurrection, us newbie Republicans got some “sensitivity” training. The big boys said, OK Burgess, don't go throwing molotov cocktails because our corporate donors are drying up — they think we're all with QAnon. But I told 'em, hey just because I snuggled up to the Q-ers during the campaign doesn't mean I'm really one of them. I don't even have one of their cool Q T-shirts. On his recent visit to the Utah Legislature, Rep. Suzanne Harrison, a Sandy Democrat, gave Burgess a big smile and said, “I really appreciate that, but I also feel like it’s in contrast to the tenor and tone that you’ve taken on cable TV shows or in your book, which is titled, ‘Liberalism or How to Turn Good Men into Whiners, Weenies and Wimps.’” Oh, don't worry, Burgess retorted, I've changed. I even believe Joe Biden is president. I know, me and Chris Stewart voted against certifying his victory but we had to or we'd get on Trump's shit list. Remember Mia Love? Nobody even knows where she's buried.

GUNS AND ABORTION — GROUNDHOG DAY IN UTAH

OK, Wilson, how do you tell when the Utah Legislature is in session? No, it's not because alcohol sales go up, although that's probably true. You can always tell when Republicans get together to one up each other on Capitol Hill because all you hear is guns, guns, guns and fetuses, fetuses, fetuses. On this Groundhog Day righteous Republicans want to do away with concealed carry permits so any “good guy” can carry a Glock under his coat and — bonus —  no firearms training would be required. Feel safer, moms? Live free or die. And speaking of living free, women should not have control over their own bodies, but since Roe v. Wade is still the law of the land, this proposed legislation would wake their villainous hearts. Women seeking an abortion would have to watch an on-line presentation with “medically accurate” images of an abortion. But that ain't all. Under penalty of perjury they would have to sign an affidavit swearing they did saw it. But this is not to shame them — oh no. The bill's sponsor, Republican Rep. Steve Christiansen, can't understand why anyone would complain about fully informing people before any medical procedure — or why women don't know what the hell they're doing. Thanks Bishop Christiansen.

Post script — Some of the guys in the band think Punxsutawney Phil doesn't know his derriere from a hole in the ground. You know the drill: If the sun is shining when Phil sticks his nose out of his burrow on Feb. 2 he'll be frightened by his own shadow and retreat into the proverbial hole in the ground spelling six more weeks of winter. But good ol' Phil is in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, which has nothing to do with weather in Utah. But the Indians who named Timpanogos knew that Groundhog Day was important because it signaled the time when the days would begin to grow longer at a faster pace. Of course, they didn't call it Groundhog Day. According to the staff here at Smart Bomb, the Piutes called it “tasha tgal cuberant” — when daylight grows. (OK, we made that up, but it sounds good.) But get this: Feb. 1 and 2 make up the pagan holiday Imbolc that's based in Celtic tradition and marks the halfway point between winter solstice and the spring equinox. (It's a fact.) And although it originated in Neolithic Northern Ireland and Scotland, it continues to be celebrated by Wiccans and witches. And if you think that's cool, wait 'till we get to Easter. It'll be better than groundhogs and bunnies. Groundhogs and bunnies? WTF.

OK, Wilson, you and your pagan-lovin' band must have something to help us celebrate Imbolc, but please, no bagpipes:

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?

(Rhiannon — Fleetwood Mac)

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[writing-royza]

Tainted Blood, Tainted Soul - Chapter Six: Touch and Go

A/N: Happy Sunday, everyone! I don’t want to take too much time from this week’s chapter, so I’ll keep this brief. Suffice to say that in addition to the usual blood and language warnings, this is where the ’sexual themes’ really kick in. So who know if it’ll stay posted on this trash site. If it ges femoved, don’t forget it’s on Fanfictin.net too. Enjoy!

I do not own FMA.

Chapter Six - Touch and Go

UNNAMED BUILDING, CENTRAL CITY

0023 HOURS, APRIL 14

"No, we don't want to put you out —"

"My apartment isn't that far. We can make it —"

Chris lifted a silencing finger; hearing Riza's protest die away, Roy's did this same. "It's not an imposition," she said firmly. "It's late, you're both still healing from the beating you took, and so I'm not about to let you go running around at all hours when there's a madman on the loose." She indicated the stairs to one side of the room with a tilt of her head. "There's an empty room upstairs. You can stay there."

Riza glanced doubtfully at the stairs. "I don't mean to question your hospitality, Madame," she said carefully, "but… is this place set up for people to stay here? With the lack of electric lights —"

Vanessa giggled, cutting her off. "There's electricity upstairs, silly! The Madame got things ready up there first, before she brought us back, so everything is all set!"

Leaning forward, her blue eyes teasing, Madeline added, "Unless you guys don't want to share a bed or something…."

Roy had been listening, but now ignored the jibe, turning in his adoptive mother's direction. "If you're sure we won't be in the way, then we appreciate the offer," he said. "I don't think we'd get into much trouble between here and Hawkeye's place, but, like you said, there is the murderer we've been hunting still out there, and I'd rather not tempt fate."

"Good." Getting to her feet, the Madame waved them toward the stairs. "Off with all of you, then. Tomorrow's going to be busy enough as it is, so there's no sense in losing any more valuable sleep than necessary."

Roy was the last one up the stairs, just behind Riza as she quietly instructed Hayate to stay downstairs. He could hear her fingers, trailing on the smooth, varnished wood of the banister, tapping randomly along with whatever thought was going through her head. Reaching forward, he let his hand brush against hers; her fingers curled briefly around his and then let go. A silent sort of promise that was as subtly suggestive as such things came.

At the top of the stairs, an arm linked itself through his. "This way!" Madeline said brightly, nudging him down what he could only assume was a hallway. The sounds of opening and closing doors and the girls calling good night to each other echoed off the walls before Madeline stopped him, and put his hand on a cool, metal doorknob.

"That's you," she instructed. "Third door down on the left. Got it?"

"Got it. Thanks." Turning the knob, he stepped inside by a pace or two, listening as Riza's familiar step followed him in. He heard the quiet murmur of her 'good night' to Madeline, and then the door closed. "What have we got?"

There was the click of a lamp pull cord, but no light flooded the constant darkness; not that he could see. Riza paused a moment, no doubt looking around…. "The room is about ten feet by twelve feet, wooden floor with a large area rug and whitewashed wooden walls. One window looking out toward…." Her steps crossed toward it. "…Eleventh Street. A wardrobe in one corner, writing desk in another and a double bed with a night table and lamp on either side."

"Sounds nice. I'm impressed she could put this place together so fast."

Silence fell between them, punctuated only by the sounds from the other rooms – drawers opening and closing, the flap of blankets being pulled back, the creak of mattress springs, one of the girls humming idly…. Outside, on the street, a car purred as it passed by.

He hadn't thought it possible, but the knowledge that he and Riza were fully alone, fully able to give in to whatever they felt and no one around them would so much as bat an eye…. Suddenly, he felt as nervous as the day he had knocked on the door of the Hawkeye house for the first time. It wasn't their first time, by any means, or even the first time since the Promised Day, but after so long under surveillance—

"What are you thinking about?"

She still stood near the window; she hadn't moved either. Roy suspected she had been watching him, perhaps at a loss herself for what came next. He grinned lopsidedly, but knew it betrayed his apprehension. "Just… that it's hard to believe it's over. That we don't need to worry about… about Pride or Bradley. Or getting caught. And yet…."

"And yet you're… skittish."

"A little bit." He shrugged, with that same smile. "At your place, it was one thing. It was familiar. Here… where I don't know my way around yet, where it's unfamiliar…. It plays a little with my mind." He shifted in place. "And I didn't mention it last time, but… when I can't see what I'm doing, I worry something I do is going to hurt you."

Her footsteps were so quiet, he almost didn't hear her coming. Her hand landed lightly on his shoulder, rubbing gently in a soothing gesture. "Not going to happen," she murmured quietly. "I won't deny that it's happened before, but never during — well…." He practically heard the blush creep into her cheeks. "Suffice it to say, I trust you. With your eyes out of commission, you've become very… attentive."

"Kind of mandatory, when I have to figure things out by touch." His hand found her side, just below her ribs, and slid around to her back, tugging her forward. He felt the minute tensing of muscles, heard the not-quite-sharp inhale, and stopped. "…Was that an "I like it" gasp, or a "Never do that again" gasp?"

"I like it." He felt the motion of her shrug. "I… like the touch."

"I'll keep that in mind."

When he'd had his sight, this part usually involved kissing like they were drowning and only that would save them. Roy wouldn't necessarily call himself 'aggressive,' but he admitted to knowing what he wanted. Riza was the same, and so, when they came together, it was tantamount to spontaneous combustion. Hungry, desperate kisses with not much attention paid to technique, each of them trying to be the first to strip the other.

Now, despite the assurances of the Madame and her girls that noise was no bother at all and Riza's perfect ability to see, things moved slowly. Riza took the initiative, sliding the overcoat and sport jacket from his shoulders as one. He heard the flap as the material hit the floorboards. Her lips pressed gently against his as his hands found her shoulders, the collar of her jacket, and followed the edges down the open front. He slid it from her, letting it fall to one side.

She had confessed, once, that she liked his button-down shirts, that they were her favourite to take off for the sheer action of undoing them one by one. Normally, she did it blindly, turning the task into something seductive… but this time, she pulled out of the kiss to keep her eyes on her hands. Roy waited, one hand finding the side of her face and pressing his palm to her cheek. He felt her smile, pressing closer to his hand in an affectionate nuzzle.

The starched white cotton came off as easily as the coat and jacket, joining them on the floor. She caught his hand as he reached for her, and soon the bandages over his palms were slipped away. As his fingers tugged her customary high-necked black shirt from its placed tucked into her pants, she laid a cool hand on his wrist. "I can't lift my left arm over my head," she reminded him gently.

"Right." He stopped, waiting for an indication of what came next. "How did you want to—"

She took a step back, out of easy reach, and he heard the soft shfft shfft of moving fabric. A moment later there was the soft tap of her long hair hitting her bare shoulders as it fell free of the shirt. "Just had to work my left arm out," she murmured, stepping close again. "Sorry; it's easier if I do it myself."

"Not a problem; whatever works for you." He gathered her to him again, feeling the alternately smooth and rough skin as his hands passed over the marks — both tattoo and burn scar — on her back. Riza's breath was warm on his shoulder, her right hand deliberately seeking out the patch of scarred and darkened skin on his left side. He buried his nose in her hair, letting her trace by feel the thin white lacerations marks that could have cost him his life.

Both her hands settled on his hips, nudging in a gentle hint. Stepping backward carefully, Roy let her guide him along until he felt the light brush of the mattress against the backs of his legs.

His hands slipped from her back to her belt, following the smooth leather around to the buckle at the front. It came apart easily under his fingers, and he smiled. "Must be a bright side to having done this without looking so much," he murmured. "Being blind isn't having an effect on this part."

Her laugh was quiet, her nose pressing against his cheek. "I'd place my bet that your being blind has far less of an effect than you think." The tips of her fingers brushed lightly, playfully, across the front of his pants. The unexpected touch caused him to draw in a hissing hitch of breath. "You're certainly no less willing."

Drawing a second, deeper breath, Roy forced himself to keep his pace slow and methodical. "Why would I be?" he shot back, lifting his head to let her see his smirk. "You were the one who tried to jump me right after leaving one of the bloodiest crime scenes we've seen recently."

He felt her shrug. "Six months is a long time to wait," she pointed out. "Even longer when you're missing someone. And to then get hit with strong emotions again, it… makes you want to turn to that person, in whatever way will get you the closest."

"I'll buy that." So saying, he let the soft fabric of her pants drop to the floor. Before she could do the same for him, he took a chance, turning with her what he judged to be 180 degrees and dropping her back to the blankets.

"Roy, what –"

"Just hold still," he said, voice quiet. He was acutely aware that any noise from the other rooms had stopped as the girls went to bed… and he had no doubt that each of them were listening closely for any telltale sound from this room. "Like I said, I can't see what I'm doing. Let me figure it out."

"…Okay."

She shifted up fully onto the bed, and as he joined her, he heard the click of the lamp's pull cord. "Wouldn't have done you much good anyway," she said, wryly.

His hand found her arm as she lay back, following it up to her shoulder, neck, then face. Roy moved carefully, feeling by points of contact in his toes, knees, and fingertips until he knew he must be over her. He could feel those brown eyes on him, and the image sprang to mind of how he knew they looked in the dark, luminous and intelligent, watching him in anticipation.

He kissed her lips, briefly, and felt the response. Her palms cupped his face, though he led the rhythm. Deep, slow, every bit of unspoken passion in that one action. He broke free, nudging past one hand as he trailed gently probing fingers down the side of her neck, his lips following when he found what he was looking for.

It took a few moments to carefully unwind the bandages from her neck, but when he did, her pulse thrummed under the kiss he pressed to the thin, still-healing scar. It had a rough, scratchy texture he associated with broken skin and stitches that sent a chill of fear lancing down his spine… but he didn't dally there. His fingers had already found the wider, deeper gash in her shoulder, and he moved toward it.

Riza's fingers slipped into his hair as he kissed the forming scar. Once upon a time, he might have evidenced his own pleasure in her bare skin by biting lightly at this very spot… but not this time. Soon, he promised himself. When you can see the real thing and not the mental picture.

Roy reversed track from her shoulder, following the hard line of her clavicle back to the base of her throat. Her other hand joined the other in his hair as he shifted himself backward, though the thought occurred that to her way of thinking, he was moving 'down.'

Though he was a self-confessed leg man – Especially her legs, because damn they're incredible – it did not stop him from enjoying the soft swell of her breast fitting cozily into the palm of his left hand. Though the feel of the fabric that covered it….

He lifted his head from where he had been leaving deliberately slow-moving kisses along her sternum. "Am I hallucinating or are you actually wearing a bra with lace on it?"

"I wondered if you would notice." Her evident smile was playful in tone. "Shopping with Rebecca as a cover story turned into actual shopping, and of the wardrobe choices foisted on me that day… I thought maybe you wouldn't mind this one."

He grinned, his thumb running lightly over the delicate pattern. "Not at all. And I bet I'll mind even less when I can actually see it for myself."

He shifted so that he was kneeling, her legs pinned lightly between his. Feeling her shift minutely as she wiggled her toes in pleasure, he let his fingers skate slowly over the subtle, shifting ridges of her ribcage, over the contours of her waist, and down to the smooth close-fitting band at the top of the panties.

He quirked a curious eyebrow. "Matching?"

Riza laughed quietly, her hand brushing gently against his left leg. "My wardrobe isn't that together, sir."

Roy felt the full-body twitch, the reaction to that title used when he could feel nothing but her skin, as a flash of fire in his veins. That she knew how to push every little button, how to take innocent little words and turn them into a beacon that never failed to draw him nearer…. She had never had the sort of training the Madame's girls did — how to tease secrets out of close-lipped people, how to read body language, how to seduce if necessary — and yet she employed it effortlessly.

Well, two could play that game.

He shifted back a little farther, toward her knees, letting his fingers trail down over the soft cotton underwear, ghosting featherlike over the deliciously smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her fingers, still on his leg, tightened along with her sharp inhale. "You teased, Riza," he said, voice low. "Using the 's-word' like that. You tease me, you know I'm going to tease you right back."

"If you're hoping I'm going to apologize —" The last syllable disappeared into a gasp as he bent and placed a gently sucking kiss in the small hollow of her hip. "— then you're going to be sorely disappointed."

"I'm not looking for you to apologize," Roy promised. A sly finger hooked the panties at her hip, beginning a slow, inexorable downward tug. "Beg for it, maybe, but only a little."

"Feeling generous, sir?"

She was laughing, quietly, as he shook his head and abandoned subtlety. Panties, bra, and socks that he had entirely forgotten hit the floor with the rest of her clothes, and his remaining clothing was not long in joining it.

Riza hadn't been exaggerating; she had liked the touch. With them, the act of lovemaking had never been wholly passive, but now…. Roy had a distinct impression that before now, he had only seen a part of what she was capable of in bed. Perhaps it was his senses making up for his missing eyesight, but it didn't change the fact of how good she felt against him. Six months apart, of looking over their shoulders… the release of tension and the feel of her — her temperature already starting to climb in tandem with his own — all combined to bring the force of his own desire to forefront.

Her voice held a note of a wicked smile he wasn't sure he had ever seen as her hand drifted low, over his midriff. "Breathe," she reminded him, and he realized he had been holding his breath. "Don't you pass out on me now. That's just more teasing."

His freshly released breathed was promptly sucked back in in a hissing inhale as deft fingers slid smoothly along the length of him. An involuntary growl rumbled low in his throat as he grasped her by the hip with one hand, the other slipping underneath her shoulder.

"Remember what I said about teasing?" he felt the heat of his breath reflected back at him from being so near her skin. "No apology. Something else."

Her fingers were in his hair again, and she kissed the side of his neck. "Never," came the laughing whisper.

With his heightened senses, he almost finished with the first thrust; the physical sensations along with the way her back arched to send skin pressing against skin was enough to drive the air out of him. A half-remembered technique kicked in, and Roy forced himself to draw a slow breath, and exhale the same way, controlling the urge. A second thrust, and a third, and this time the stuttered breath that left her along with the convulsion was masking a low moan.

His face was in her hair, the innocuous smells of soap and linen and her filling his brain with liquid insanity. "Come on, Riza," he breathed, close beside her ear. "Say it."

Her hands were on his shoulder blades now, and he could feel the dig of her fingernails. "Make me," she shot back, and dragged one hand, and its corresponding set of nails, down his back. Roy hissed through his teeth in more pleasure than pain, and rewarded her action with another thrust. This time, she did moan, her face buried in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

They lost themselves in the rhythm of it, dropping the distracting banter. Roy focussed on reading the movements of her body, listening to her breathing for clues as to how he was doing, how close she was. Even the tiny movements of her hands and feet spoke to him. The breathing wasn't as much help as he would have thought; she seemed to be employing the same deep-breath trick he was, forcing her stamina to draw itself out.

He was only a second or so behind her when the climax came, his breath as ragged as hers as the tempo sped up, dictated by the near-feverish movement of her hips against his and the soft, almost inaudible mewling sounds coming from deep in her throat. Roy forced himself to stop, to hold still, and when he heard her breath stop, he knew her eyes had flashed open and fixed on him.

"Say it."

Underneath him, tense muscles went slack as she gave in. The word 'please' left her lips on an accompanying rush of breath as he thrust home the final time. Roy heard the harried intake of air and got a hand up just barely in time to clamp it over her mouth, quelling her scream of final pleasure and mingling with his own vehement — if hushed — swearing.

His forehead dropped to her shoulder, and he felt his bangs sticking in the sweat layered against his skin. The only sound in the room was their breathing, and Roy revelled in the sound. His was fast-paced and shallow, Riza still taking deep, measured breaths against whatever aftershocks were still shivering their way through her, but it was the sound of life. They were alive.

Her felt her shudder as he shifted away, leaving her. "Best part's still to come," he murmured. He felt her shift in anticipation. "Deep breath, love; you're going to stop when I do this."

This was something they had only discussed in theory prior to the Promised Day. On their last tumble, he had put it into practice, and had been concerned when he hadn't heard her breathe for a full thirty seconds. This time, he waited until he heard the soft intake of breath before he clapped his hands.

Careful to hold on to the energy — a bit like holding back on an orgasm — his hand landed high on her leg, and then carefully slid between them. Still-sensitive nerve endings kicked into high gear at the slightest brush, and he felt Riza tense as he drew closer… closer….

He didn't need eyesight to know when he reached it, her most secret of places. Warmth and wetness touched his fingers, and he followed them to their source. He could feel her shuddering, having to exercise all of that considerable self-control not to twitch, not to cry out when he wasn't free to stifle it. He heard the clap of both hands rising to cover her mouth as he let go, sending the energy outwards and upwards.

The convulsion was evident, something along the lines of a grand mal seizure; Roy was later sure that the only points of contact her body had with the bed were her feet and shoulders. Alchemy tingled when used on the human body, he knew, and to send it racing through her to destroy those little seminal proteins so soon after her climax was bound to induce a second one. Then she dropped back, her breathing as ragged as his had been but swiftly coming under rigid control again.

He stretched out beside her, curling an arm around her to tug her close against his side. She came willingly, too tired now to ask for the space she usually needed to fall asleep. "I think we're getting better at this," he murmured, feeling his own fatigue starting to creep up on him.

"I think it might be getting close to 'earth-shattering,'" she answered drowsily. She was still for a moment, then wriggled free. "Wait a minute…."

He felt her tug on the blankets, and shifted so that she could pull them from underneath him. When they settled back again, covered this time in soft cloth that carried the sweet, heavy smell of what had just transpired, Riza lay with her head pillowed on his shoulder, his hand stroking lazily and automatically at her hair.

His back burned faintly with pleasant heat where her nails had raked him, and he was definitely going to need a shower in the morning, but for right now, Roy didn't care. They were alive, they were together again, and they were better than ever. The last thought, before he dropped off to sleep, was that if it made the sex this good, he supposed he could live without his sight for a while longer.

UNNAMED BUILDING, CENTRAL CITY

0135 HOURS, APRIL 14

The curtains drawn across the interior did nothing to prevent him hearing the soft come and go of breath from two bodies, or smelling the distinct musk of recently-had intercourse.

The man grinned. You've been busy, my little bird.

His arms were folded on the windowsill, bracing him as the rest of his body dangled in empty space. The man had no fear of being seen by anyone inside the building or without – this late at night in this particular section of the city, it was deserted. His eyes stared at the cream-coloured blind drawn down over the window, sharp hearing picking out the sound coming from beyond it. The soft measured breathing of two people sleeping soundly was certainly not as titillating as the sounds that had issued from the room half an hour ago, but still….

Satisfied that the room's occupants wouldn't hear him coming, he set his gaze to finding his opening… ah, there. The tiny crack in the weather stripping seemed to widen and stretch as his gaze descended on it. An outsider would have seen his body lengthen and funnel into the crack, as though he were being sucked into a black hole.

Of course, when he reformed on the interior, his form showed no indication of having been stretched so dramatically.

He glided up beside the bed, eyes glittering with a mad light in the darkness. He stood, silent and brooding, at the foot of the bed, watching the pair of them. The woman lay in the curve of the man's arm, the sheet draped across their still bare flesh and clinging to every curve and ridge of muscle.

He licked his lips, finding them dry and papery. His eyesight picked out the faint marks on her throat that he had left, either side of the angry red line of a healing cut. He could hear her pulse, beginning to slow from his effect. Could see the barely detectable twitch in her throat that was her lifeblood. He could smell the dry, desiccated smell of old blood and healing wounds rising to mingle with the scent of good sex.

Where's mine, little lady?

Skulking around to what would be her side of the bed, he stretched sinuously, cautiously, over the open space of mattress toward her. Hawkeye's lips were parted just slightly, showing just a hint of teeth. The man leaned close, sniffing delicately, and grimaced as he caught the faint scent of Mustang on those same lips. In the old days, how he would have loved to throw the both of them to the wolves, out the taboo relationship and watch them both burn….

But not now. Now, their suffering would be so much more. They had played a part in his story, and rejected him out of hand… but oh…. They would get theirs.

Reaching out with his mind, gently probing the pair of sleeping consciousnesses, he eased Mustang's deeper into a full REM cycle. Settling himself just above Hawkeye, he tweaked hers lightly, trailing thin white fingers over her throat. Brown eyes opened sleepily, the look almost sultry. The man waited for her to focus on his face, her eyes widening in shock, before he grinned broadly.

"Hello, lover."

Before she could speak, he pushed against her consciousness, easing her back down toward sleep. She had seen his face, but he doubted she would remember much. He kept her hovering just at the edge of awareness, drawing close to the side of her neck. The smells of the bandaging from the hospital were gone — good, the aftertaste had stayed with him for days — leaving only the scent of her tender woman's flesh tickling his nostrils.

"You're not as far gone as I wish you were," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her ear. Hawkeye made a soft sound in the back of her throat, one that brought the heat of arousal trickling into him. "I thought you'd be more noticeably changed by now…. We'll have to fix that."

His tongue slipped out, leaving a wide wet trail over his marks from the last time and the still-healing scar. Hawkeye made the same quiet sound, shifting in Mustang's enfolding arm.

The man's teeth sank through the same marks he had made before, sending warm blood oozing instantly into his mouth. Hawkeye's breath drew in in a hissing gasp, and he felt her body begin to arch before he thrust her consciousness deeper, farther into sleep.

She relaxed, the muscles in her neck loosening. His tongue flicked, tasting the life that flowed from her into him, even as toxicity flowed back into her bloodstream. He frowned… still that odd aftertaste. He pondered on it as he fed, much like a sommelier contemplating the taste of a fine wine. A side effect, he decided, of the transfusions she would have undergone in hospital. It must be the taste of the blood of others mixing together with her own.

He kept at it until his own desire built to the point it could no longer be ignored. Freeing his bite from her skin, he leaned back to regard her, his tongue lapping the last few drops from his lips. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it to the little punctures and applying pressure until the flow stopped.

"Wouldn't do to bleed you dry," he murmured softly. "Certainly not…. I want you alive, more or less…."

When he was sure he had left no trace this time, he eased off the bed and back to the window, casting one last look back over his shoulder. Their tranquility wasn't natural, he knew, but he doubted anyone would notice. His effect would wear off within an hour, and they would waken normally in the morning….

Or rather, Mustang would. Hawkeye would be more… abnormal. More so than she already was, at any rate.

He left the way he had entered, starting a languid stroll down the nighttime street. It was a slow-motion plan, not his usual style at all, but he supposed there was no use in rushing things. One way or another, Roy Mustang was going to end up suffering as he watched the woman he loved vilify herself, body and soul, with no way to stop it. The man had a classic god complex, believed that he could save anyone from anything… but there was no saving her from what she was becoming.

Belatedly, he wondered if it would be enough. Would it be enough to destroy Mustang's spirit, when he was only one of the few who had ruined his life? Mustang and Hawkeye were representations of one aspect of his ruined life… but there were certainly others.

Musing on that thought, he disappeared into the nighttime streets. Perhaps he would follow up with those others, put a little healthy fear into them… but first, it was time he met – really met with - his current prey.

14 WILDROSE LANE

0200 HOURS, APRIL 14

In a darkened far-too-large bedroom of a far-too-large house, the man with no name snapped awake. Breathing — his own — sounded raspily in his ears amidst total silence. The night lay thick around the unfamiliar mansion, with no discernible danger present, and yet a strong presentiment had forced him from sleep.

Pushing aside the sheets, the man once known as Scar got carefully to his feet. Muscles burned with the mistreatment they had suffered, but he breathed past it. Walking slowly, stiffly, he made for the window. Heavy damask curtains were pulled aside, revealing the perfectly manicured neighbourhood. The perfectly deserted neighbourhood.

That alone was unnerving, even without the feeling that something, somewhere, was about to go horribly wrong. Central had always had a slightly dirty feel for him, as though he had been coated in dust and hadn't yet had a chance to wash it off. That was how it had felt when the Homonculi's Father resided under the city, but now he was gone…. And the feeling had changed from dust to slime.

This feeling had been coming to him off and on for the past week or so, ever since he had first awakened in the Armstrong mansion. There was never any visible danger, and neither the female General or her assistant had told him of any odd, supernatural goings-on in the aftermath of the battle….

Here, in the privacy of the darkened room, he allowed himself a shudder of distaste. At least, in the next day or so, he would be smuggled out of the city and taken east. Taken home. Home to revive the land and reconstruct their crumbling cities. To rebuild everything in the name and image of Ishbala.

The sense of pride and anticipation swelled in his chest, displacing the oily feeling of dread, and he turned back toward the bed. He reminded himself not to get used to the plush mattress and the soft, silky sheets; there was no room or need for such luxuries in an Ishvalan home… but against his battered body, they did feel good.

Settling back against the feather pillow, he stared at the canopy overhead — what a pointless thing, unless you were going to use it as a sunshade — and thought of all the things there were to do to rebuild his country. Thoughts of home and of purpose helped keep the dread sensations of Central away.

As he drifted back down into sleep, a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he remembered something the female General had said. 'Mustang will piss his pants when he finds out that Scar is still alive.'

Yes. Alive.….

[zakamore1]

before i do some D&D for today I wanna take up @chapelseed‘s dare and post the first chapter of my book. It’s not great, and not fully proofread but I feel like sharing it owo

so without further ado, chapter one of Inner Sin

Inner Sin

Book 1

Original Sin

Chapter 1

Nightmares

As usual, the subway was an overcrowded mess. Bodies pushed up against each other hanging onto flimsy metal bands while the few and lucky people got their seat off to the side, many of them filling the seats around them with whatever useless junk they dragged with them. Chris Mattews was one such lucky person, having gotten on at such a remote station in the city and at such an ungodly hour that it was empty by the time he'd gotten on. He couldn't complain either, he'd hate to be one of the drones of people around him standing in silent anger, especially with what little sleep he had gotten the night before. Where he was was comfortable for him.

So much so it wasn't surprising he'd drift off…

The crowded train was gone from view. In its place Chris was left in an endless expanse of black, the floor seeming to ripple with each careful step he took.

“Hello?” He called out, his voice echoing around from every direction. On and on the only sound he heard was his own and the only thing he could see was black.

The voice he heard started to turn from his own, sounding distorted and scratchy. The rippling of the ground stopped coming from Chris’ steps, they were coming from in front of him.

Hellohellohellohellohhhhheeeeeeelllllllll

“Ooooooo? Chris, anyone home in there?” Chris was stirred awake by the person next to him, moving the brown bangs of his long messy hair out from his eyes. Ricky was ready to snap in his face again as he had been for the past few minutes, giving a cocky grin to his friend as he came to.

“‘Ey there we go! Up and at em Chris boy, we're almost at our stop.” Ricky’s voice bled with his Brooklyn origins. “You still jet lagged or somethin’?”

“Uh yeah… guess so.” Chris said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing his bag and joining his friend standing. “Honestly ever since I got back I've been having bad dreams.”

“No kiddin’? Sure you don't need to see ol’ Rouge then?” Ricky snickered, reaching into his pocket to show the top of a bag. “Or maybe more medicinal help~?”

“Fuck off Ricky,” Chris’ voice turned stern, a ding and muffled voice over the train’s sound system announcing they were at their stop. “I'm not buying your crap.” He then quickly followed along with the crowd of people exiting the train, leaving his friend to roll his eyes.

“Pfft, stick.”

Chris imagined his high school was like just about every other one; old, poorly funded, and filled with people he didn't know or care about. His only focus towards anyone in the school was limited to the people of his class, all of which were scattered around the room chatting away as he entered.

“Good lord Micheal!” Screamed out the short blonde girl, Brianna, to her much taller peer. “Can you not keep it in your pants for one night? I can barely hear my own thoughts with all that noise from your apartment!”

“So sorry Bri, but I just couldn't help myself!” Micheal chuckled to his neighbor, waving her off. “Besides, if you couldn't sleep you could have always joi-”

“God no!! Keep you and your little… sexcapades outta my life.” She huffed, taking her seat at the front of the class. As she sat she was joined by her desk neighbor, Chris, turning to him now. “Honestly, can you believe him? Why do people fall for him?”

“Couldn't tell you,” Chris shrugged, leaning onto his desk with his head in his hands. “I've just learned to tune his room out at this point.”

Brianna shook her head in annoyance, leaving Chris to listen in on the rest of his classmates.

“‘Ey how you doing there Jenna? Enjoyed yourself last night, I hear from a buddy you got some good stuff.” He heard Ricky say, most likely near the back of the class talking up to Jenna, who was more than likely already high off her mind and blankly staring off into space next to Alex.

“Shut up Ricky…” she said, a groan coming from her. “It's from my doctor not your creep friends…”

“‘Ey who said I'm not friends with doctors? Heheheh!”

Chris let the snickering voice of Ricky fill his head as he slowly felt himself drift back off into sleep…

Once again Chris was back in the dark void he was in before, the floor he was on before now a pitch black liquid that reached his knees. All around him he could hear the same laugh that brought him back here, reverberating from all around this void.

“This is a weird ass dream…” Chris said to himself, his own voice drowned out by the laughter. Looking down at his legs he could see the ripples in the water once again coming from somewhere in front of him. But he wasn't prepared for what was there.

Emerging from the liquid was a mass of black gunk, writhing and shaking to and fro as it grew. The mass began to slender up into a long form, the top pushing forward towards Chris. From the very top popped open two, large, glowing yellow eyes, the slitted irises pointing down on Chris. The two shared a silent staring contest for a time before an elongated row of jagged, yellow teeth grew across the “face” of this mass, forming a smile. The jagged mouth opened to follow along with the laughter echoing through the room, the sound becoming distorted and corrupted as it synced up with the noise.

HeheheHEHeheHehEHEheheHEHEHEhEheH

“Mr. Mattews!!” Was the words yelled down at Chris that woke him from his unconscious state. Looking up Chris was met by the scrutinizing stare of his teacher, Mr. Amuny, his brow furrowed in clear annoyance.

“So nice of you to join us from your current trip to dreamland.” He said, chuckling coming from some of his classmates. “I'm amazed you were able to take another one so soon after your trip to Israel, it must have been quite expensive.” His voice was laced with sarcasm and annoyance.

“Sorry sir…” Chris sheepishly said as he stood up in his seat, trying to be as awake as possible.

“As you should be,” Mr. Amuny said, looking down at Chris before taking his seat at his own desk. “Now then, seeing how Mr. Mattews missed the beginning of class, and it's a half day, I'll just pass back your reports.” At the sound of such an assignment, Chris silently panicked, knowing full well he missed it entirely.

“Brianna Kingsly!” The Indian man called out into the class, said person giddily skipping up to the front desk. “Your report on the current political standing and its needed improvements was an intriguing read. An A+ for you.” He announced, handing Brianna a folder.

“Thank you Mr. Amuny! I just want to help our country obviously~.” Brianna said as she snatched the folder, her words drowning with sweetness and pride.

“Mr. Safrete!” Amuny called once again, the person coming up being the portly Horton Safrete, still eating his bagel from the morning. “While I'm not a nutritionist or very knowledgeable in how genetics and weight are connected, I applauded you for your work. B-.”

“Thanks professor.” Horton said between chews. “Put a lotta work into it, I appreciate it.”

“Neid!!” Calling out another name and bringing forth the skiny demeanor of Alex Neid shuffling up to the front desk. “I must say I'm a little surprised by how close your work was in comparison to Ms. Kingsly’s on politics. C.”

“T-thank you Mr. Amuny…” Alex shyly told their teacher, shuffling back to the end of the room. Mr. Amuny’s eyes soon narrowed down onto Chris, filling the young man’s heart with dread.

“Let me guess Mr. Mattews,” he spoke even though he knew the answer. “You don't have the report I told you about before you left?”

“I um…” Chris started to say, trying to come up with some excuse for himself. Luckily for him it seemed his talkitive friends had his back on this.

“Prof. Amuny,” Micheal’s smooth talking voice came. “If I may, wouldn't it make much more sense for our dear Chris to write about his experience abroad?”

“Yeah! I'd think it'd be an awesome read.” Ricky butted in.

“Probably better than most of ours…” was faintly picked up from the back coming from Jenna.

“Shut up!!” Roared Amuny, slamming his fist on the table and shocking the group of students to attention. A disgruntled sigh escaped the older man as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I commend you all for coming to the aid of your peer, but that doesn't mean I'm changing your grades.” Brianna gave a slight snort at that, smirking. “But as well… I agree with your thoughts. Very well Mr. Mattews…” his gaze returned to Chris and the bearded smile he was given creeped Chris to his core. “Fifty pages on your experience in Israel on my desk tomorrow.”

Chris felt his heart sink at such a task, staring up at his teacher. “H-how am I suppose to do that?!”

“Not my problem Mattews. Here's hoping you got enough sleep in class.” Once Amuny finished that sentence the school bell rang, the trampling sound of students leaving beginning to pick up. “Well it seems you're all free for today, we'll be continuing our lesson on reptiles tomorrow, make sure to bone up on the chapter on snakes.” Amuny’s words practically fell on deaf ears as his students had begun to leave.

“Not you Mattews.” Chris heard, stopping dead in his tracks from packing, once again looking up at Mr. Amuny. “Seeing how you missed so much class, including today, I thought it might be worth while to give you a crash course.” Once again the older man’s grin was terrifying, Chris’ only comfort being the hand placed on his shoulder.

“Good luck…” Jenna tiredly said, yawning and adjusting her glasses before taking her hand and leaving. Horton and Ricky at the door gave a silent prayer while Micheal drew a cross over his chest.

‘Oh boy…’ Chris thought to himself, gulping.

Three hours. Three grueling hours of a constant bombardment of information, and if Chris even started to drift off he was smacked back awake. Needless to say this wasn't exactly how Chris thought his first day back would be like.

“I don't want to hear another god damn thing about reptiles ever again.” Chris groaned as he walked down the street. It was the dead of night at this point, and for a street in New York it was rather empty, but that's how Chris preferred it. He hoped it'd be this easy and less crowded on his whole trip home as frankly he just wanted to write his report and sleep for a thousand years.

Suddenly though Chris felt a… pain in the back of his head. It was sharp and quick at first but it struck him again as he moved forward, stumbling on his feet and falling against an alleyway garbage bin. “Oww… fuck…” Chris groaned, rubbing his still stinging head.

“What was that?” Chris went as dead silent as possible, covering his mouth to quiet his breathing. The voice he'd heard was rough and wet, like a saw moving through water. And it sounded close. Peaking over the edge of the bin gave Chris a sight that nearly made him vomit.

Standing in the far side of the alley under the flickering light of a lamp was a tall figure, standing well over Chris’ own six feet in height, hunched over scanning the area with bright, piercing red eyes. Its body looked humanoid, but parts were seemingly stretched, patches of whatever clothing it had being torn open by a series of jagged spikes that seemed to cover itself, two massive ones having sprouted from its arms reaching the ground. Its mouth held a row of long, sharp teeth that were very clearly covered in blood and gore, the source of which was undoubtedly the ripped apart body that it was hunched over.

Holding back his scream and vomit, Chris slowly pulled away from viewing the sight, hoping he wasn't seen himself. He needed to run, to hide, call the police, the god damn army. He needed help, now.

Another sharp pain dug through Chris’ head, having to bite back his urge to scream in agony but unable to keep his leg from jerking out in pain.

*clinck-kongalongalong*

A discarded can was right in his foot’s path and was now scattered across the alley, loudly skipping across the ground. Chris didn't even have time to panic, he got up as fast as he could and made a run for it.

But he didn't get far.

“I thought I heard something~.” Chris felt the hood of his jacket get grabbed as his body was lifted with it, getting a glimpse of the monstrosity he had saw just a moment ago up close. It was only a glimpse because he was thrown backwards across the alley, soaring through the air before slamming against the wall. Chris could feel a rib crack, blood filling his mouth as he tried to stand but couldn't, his legs were paralyzed from fear. He spat out a glob of blood and noticed he was next to the mangled, half eaten corpse he had seen before, but couldn't bring himself to throw up as he looked to see the monster in front of him. “I thought I was going to be done tonight, but I guess you're just in time for dessert!!”

The creature cackled and laughed as it brought its mass spike up ready to strike Chris. This was it for him. Only one thought was left in his head.

“Help.”

Help

Help

Helphelpgelphelphelphhhheeeelllpppppp

“Ok.”

[thedivinefish]

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FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH TAMPA (no in office appointments April 10th - phone only) I’ll be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions at: NEW LOCATION! 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy  Please call their office directly at (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes 38$ / 30-minutes 68$ http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19 known as the Coronavirus. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! All Mastery Students:  Check your email & Login to view all the newly upgraded content including new books and audios!    

"Jimmy's My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple program is AMAZING!!! He gives you not only videos so you can see the changes within people, but also the books he's written as well! On top of that he's provided all the links and visuals you need so ANY type of learner can do it!!  I appreciated having it to download in a PDF so I can go back to it any time, plus the books and ACTUAL healing sessions so you see, know and understand the whole process even better!!Highly recommend to ANYONE looking to change and make not only their life... but everyone's around them better as well!!" - E.J. / Florida

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

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TGIWednesday and a download for rising above it all

TGIWednesday News

What do you miss most?  I miss sitting down in a restaurant, going to the movies, my aqua class at LA Fitness center, and I miss folks going without masks and gloves and general hysteria.  When will “normal” return?  I used to get July, then June, now it’s about the 3rd week in May. Hold on and do your best not to make each day Ground Hog Day - if you haven’t seen the movie now’s the time! And of course pick up our new audio MP3 for Transcending the Coronavirus/Covid-19 Crisis It’s still FREE with any purchase from the shop.  Most folks are getting the $22 Zoom calls (works like a 2 for 1)  but see what works for you.  And keep the faith and all moving forward in prayers with grace and ease. 

Last night's Pink Supermoon was the largest in 2020 - read more about what that means here. -------------- I don't know who wrote this, but it's beautiful. ♥️  "We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another. Suddenly Disney is out of magic, Paris is no longer romantic, New York doesn't stand up anymore, the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and Mecca is empty. Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents & friends becomes an act of love. Suddenly you realize that power, beauty & money are worthless, and can't get you the oxygen you're fighting for. The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it's sending us a message: "You are not necessary. The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters."  

  TGIWednesday Download

~ RISING ABOVE IT ALL ~ I believe, think, know and feel that we can and will rise above all of this soon. I am ready, willing and able to leave the past behind and lean into a more promising future while remaining fully present. I know, when, where, how and why to let go and let spirit show me the gentle easy way. I am asking now in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

*HAPPENING TODAY* April 8th 4pm Eastern / 1pm Pacific  You Wealth Revolution w/host Darius Barazandeh Breaking Through Your Hidden Plateaus to Progress - special super-charged prayer! Get access to this show, all speakers and special bonus gifts >> Register Here! Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here Mon. June 22nd - Straight Talk for the Soul w/ Cari Murphy Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

APRIL 8th "Today I will exercise my right to say NO! I will be conservative in all my dealings and use discretion when approached with a dilemma.  I will choose wisely and use my wits as much as my angels and guides that will work through me."

From the Fish Box

"Thank you so much for the reassuring download/healing! We so far are well. The muscles in the side of my neck that were bulging from the car accident have reduced so much. My lungs seem better. Bite is better. Chris’ clearing of throat seems better. Pumpkin is not throwing up (and she is avoiding a certain dry food she used to love). Everest does not have a runny nose. Christine’s allergies have seemed to clear. So many blessings!! Be well as well. Heartfelt thanks." - Karen F.

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

EVERY TUESDAY at 9pm EDT / 6pm PDT CALL (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions **Starting in May, the LIVE radio show will move to 4pm Eastern/1pm Pacific

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest  Psychic Joanne Leo www.PsychicJoanneLeo.com Astrology, Numerology, Angel cards. Readings from the heart!

April 14th Judi Thomases       http://www.starladyastrologer.com/ Astrology Deep but gentle cosmic guidance

April 21st Mark Hernandez http://www.peopleandpetsenergetics.com Healer and Intuitive Message

April 28th Rev Debbie Dienstbier Visit her Facebook page Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit.

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday Nights at 9pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH TAMPA (no in office appointments April 10th - phone only) I’ll be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions at: NEW LOCATION! 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy  Please call their office directly at (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes 38$ / 30-minutes 68$ http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19 known as the Coronavirus. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! All Mastery Students:  Check your email & Login to view all the newly upgraded content including new books and audios!    

"Jimmy's My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple program is AMAZING!!! He gives you not only videos so you can see the changes within people, but also the books he's written as well! On top of that he's provided all the links and visuals you need so ANY type of learner can do it!!  I appreciated having it to download in a PDF so I can go back to it any time, plus the books and ACTUAL healing sessions so you see, know and understand the whole process even better!!Highly recommend to ANYONE looking to change and make not only their life... but everyone's around them better as well!!" - E.J. / Florida

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

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TGIWednesday and a download for rising above it all

TGIWednesday News

What do you miss most?  I miss sitting down in a restaurant, going to the movies, my aqua class at LA Fitness center, and I miss folks going without masks and gloves and general hysteria.  When will “normal” return?  I used to get July, then June, now it’s about the 3rd week in May. Hold on and do your best not to make each day Ground Hog Day - if you haven’t seen the movie now’s the time! And of course pick up our new audio MP3 for Transcending the Coronavirus/Covid-19 Crisis It’s still FREE with any purchase from the shop.  Most folks are getting the $22 Zoom calls (works like a 2 for 1)  but see what works for you.  And keep the faith and all moving forward in prayers with grace and ease. 

Last night's Pink Supermoon was the largest in 2020 - read more about what that means here. -------------- I don't know who wrote this, but it's beautiful. ♥️  "We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another. Suddenly Disney is out of magic, Paris is no longer romantic, New York doesn't stand up anymore, the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and Mecca is empty. Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents & friends becomes an act of love. Suddenly you realize that power, beauty & money are worthless, and can't get you the oxygen you're fighting for. The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it's sending us a message: "You are not necessary. The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters."  

  TGIWednesday Download

~ RISING ABOVE IT ALL ~ I believe, think, know and feel that we can and will rise above all of this soon. I am ready, willing and able to leave the past behind and lean into a more promising future while remaining fully present. I know, when, where, how and why to let go and let spirit show me the gentle easy way. I am asking now in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

*HAPPENING TODAY* April 8th 4pm Eastern / 1pm Pacific  You Wealth Revolution w/host Darius Barazandeh Breaking Through Your Hidden Plateaus to Progress - special super-charged prayer! Get access to this show, all speakers and special bonus gifts >> Register Here! Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here Mon. June 22nd - Straight Talk for the Soul w/ Cari Murphy Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

APRIL 8th "Today I will exercise my right to say NO! I will be conservative in all my dealings and use discretion when approached with a dilemma.  I will choose wisely and use my wits as much as my angels and guides that will work through me."

From the Fish Box

"Thank you so much for the reassuring download/healing! We so far are well. The muscles in the side of my neck that were bulging from the car accident have reduced so much. My lungs seem better. Bite is better. Chris’ clearing of throat seems better. Pumpkin is not throwing up (and she is avoiding a certain dry food she used to love). Everest does not have a runny nose. Christine’s allergies have seemed to clear. So many blessings!! Be well as well. Heartfelt thanks." - Karen F.

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

EVERY TUESDAY at 9pm EDT / 6pm PDT CALL (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions **Starting in May, the LIVE radio show will move to 4pm Eastern/1pm Pacific

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest  Psychic Joanne Leo www.PsychicJoanneLeo.com Astrology, Numerology, Angel cards. Readings from the heart!

April 14th Judi Thomases       http://www.starladyastrologer.com/ Astrology Deep but gentle cosmic guidance

April 21st Mark Hernandez http://www.peopleandpetsenergetics.com Healer and Intuitive Message

April 28th Rev Debbie Dienstbier Visit her Facebook page Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit.

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday Nights at 9pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH TAMPA (no in office appointments April 10th - phone only) I’ll be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions at: NEW LOCATION! 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy  Please call their office directly at (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes 38$ / 30-minutes 68$ http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19 known as the Coronavirus. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! All Mastery Students:  Check your email & Login to view all the newly upgraded content including new books and audios!    

"Jimmy's My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple program is AMAZING!!! He gives you not only videos so you can see the changes within people, but also the books he's written as well! On top of that he's provided all the links and visuals you need so ANY type of learner can do it!!  I appreciated having it to download in a PDF so I can go back to it any time, plus the books and ACTUAL healing sessions so you see, know and understand the whole process even better!!Highly recommend to ANYONE looking to change and make not only their life... but everyone's around them better as well!!" - E.J. / Florida

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe COVID-19 Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session ​ ​​Transformational Healing of Body, Mind​ & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!​ ​ Download the My Liquid Fish® Starter Kit (*Updated May 2019) Audio MP3 Downloads​ and books​ to improve your life! Get Certified in ​My Liquid Fish® Change Made Simple® Watch Free Videos on YouTube Weekly Radio Show Archives Shop for ​Supplements ​ http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2020 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.smbeconnected.com  

Stay connected!

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA

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TGIWednesday and a download for rising above it all

TGIWednesday News

What do you miss most?  I miss sitting down in a restaurant, going to the movies, my aqua class at LA Fitness center, and I miss folks going without masks and gloves and general hysteria.  When will “normal” return?  I used to get July, then June, now it’s about the 3rd week in May. Hold on and do your best not to make each day Ground Hog Day - if you haven’t seen the movie now’s the time! And of course pick up our new audio MP3 for Transcending the Coronavirus/Covid-19 Crisis It’s still FREE with any purchase from the shop.  Most folks are getting the $22 Zoom calls (works like a 2 for 1)  but see what works for you.  And keep the faith and all moving forward in prayers with grace and ease. 

Last night's Pink Supermoon was the largest in 2020 - read more about what that means here. -------------- I don't know who wrote this, but it's beautiful. ♥️  "We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another. Suddenly Disney is out of magic, Paris is no longer romantic, New York doesn't stand up anymore, the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and Mecca is empty. Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents & friends becomes an act of love. Suddenly you realize that power, beauty & money are worthless, and can't get you the oxygen you're fighting for. The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it's sending us a message: "You are not necessary. The air, earth, water and sky without you are fine. When you come back, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters."  

  TGIWednesday Download

~ RISING ABOVE IT ALL ~ I believe, think, know and feel that we can and will rise above all of this soon. I am ready, willing and able to leave the past behind and lean into a more promising future while remaining fully present. I know, when, where, how and why to let go and let spirit show me the gentle easy way. I am asking now in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

*HAPPENING TODAY* April 8th 4pm Eastern / 1pm Pacific  You Wealth Revolution w/host Darius Barazandeh Breaking Through Your Hidden Plateaus to Progress - special super-charged prayer! Get access to this show, all speakers and special bonus gifts >> Register Here! Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here Mon. June 22nd - Straight Talk for the Soul w/ Cari Murphy Thurs. July 30th - Your Divine Uniqueness with host Moncef Akfir

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

APRIL 8th "Today I will exercise my right to say NO! I will be conservative in all my dealings and use discretion when approached with a dilemma.  I will choose wisely and use my wits as much as my angels and guides that will work through me."

From the Fish Box

"Thank you so much for the reassuring download/healing! We so far are well. The muscles in the side of my neck that were bulging from the car accident have reduced so much. My lungs seem better. Bite is better. Chris’ clearing of throat seems better. Pumpkin is not throwing up (and she is avoiding a certain dry food she used to love). Everest does not have a runny nose. Christine’s allergies have seemed to clear. So many blessings!! Be well as well. Heartfelt thanks." - Karen F.

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

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A few weeks ago…

Rei always loved the first day of practice. There wasn’t a single other day that could really compare to the energy. Bright, hopeful, apprehensive. It felt like starting on a long journey, and as someone who had spent a good portion of her life away from home, Rei could appreciate a journey that even she didn’t know the destination of.

She could see a lot of potential in the newcomers. There was Toujou Hideaki, who’d already earned their attention in high school. Rei hadn’t even had to scout him herself – the school had expressed interest. There was a tall boy with black hair that Rei knew wasn’t here on a sports scholarship. He must be a walk on, after passing the entrance exam. Most of those were disappointing, but every so often they surprised her, and she could sense something special about this boy.

And then there was Sawamura. Rei really did have high hopes for him. Despite a complete lack of training, he’d done something amazing when trying to protect someone. That was a quality that couldn’t be taught, and Rei didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t become a good ace, if given the chance to learn.

He hadn’t exactly gotten off to the best start, showing up late to practice. It wasn’t entirely his fault – his flatmate had left him behind, and when he’d asked Kuramochi for directions, Kuramochi had sent him in the wrong direction, not believing that Sawamura was actually on the team. Then Miyuki had made everything worse, trying to use Sawamura as a cover to slip in late as well. All four of them had been running for most of practice.

Rei pinched her nose. Kuramochi could be forgiven, even if considered a little dumber, but Masuko and Miyuki had no excuses. Not that Sawamura had made anything better for himself, declaring his intention to be the ace instead of apologizing, like any rational person would have. Tesshin hadn’t looked at her once, but she could feel his judgmental look from across the field.

This is the one you were excited about?

And, okay, maybe she’d expected a little more from Sawamura. Between the brief interaction she’d had with him and his grades, she’d expected him to have the sense he was born with, although she was starting to doubt he’d been born with any.

She’d kind of stuck her neck out for Sawamura. By the time she’d extended the offer, applications had already closed for the freshman class. He wasn’t exactly a model student, running solidly middle of the pack, and he had absolutely no magic schooling, being from a non-magic village. She’d had to call in most of the favors she was owed by everyone in the administrative side of the school, and she’d probably be in some hot water if he didn’t show results.

So, yes, she’d had high hopes for Sawamura’s first day, and they hadn’t really come true. But Sawamura had had one moment of brilliance at the end, almost perfectly completing the challenge Tesshin had set him, although he’d faltered a bit at the end. His long range attack hadn’t made it to the other side of the field, curving away from the path. Still, if it had gone straight, it would’ve succeeded.

All in all, not what she’d been hoping for, but also not a complete wash. She tried to remind herself that Sawamura would get better with practice, and that while his attitude was a little immature, it wasn’t a bad attitude. He was just as loud and bright as he’d been when he showed up, and Rei figured he’d be fine.

“What do you think of the new team?” Tesshin asked her. They were lazing around their living room, eating straight out of takeout boxes, both too lazy to cook after the first day of practice.

“We didn’t lose much strength with the graduating seniors, and the new members look promising,” Rei said. “I’d say, depending on how the team comes together, we could have a good chance of beating Inashiro.”

“That would be nice,” Tesshin said. They’d been losing to the private school for the last six years, and it was starting to really grate on them, and on the school. They really needed a win.

“I’d recommend putting Toujou in Jun’s old position,” Rei said. “He’s young, but he’s been a starter for a while. I think he can handle it.”

“I agree,” Tesshin said. “Yamaguchi is doing well at first base, but I think Kanemaru could do just as well with some practice.”

“He’ll take some work to hit as hard as Yamaguchi, but he shows some promise.”

“What do you think about the ace situation?”

Rei grimaced. It was what she most wanted to discuss, but also what she was dreading.

“Kawakami is still a reliable closer,” she started, deciding to list the positives first. “I’m not sure how he would do for a full game, but he hasn’t lost his edge for the late game. Tanba has recovered nicely, but I worry about him. He worked much better with Chris than he does with Miyuki.”

“They’ll figure it out,” Tesshin said. “I’ve never seen Miyuki fail to work with anyone, and I’ll speak to Tanba if it becomes a problem.”

Rei nodded, but decided it was time to directly state the real problem they were both dancing around.

“We don’t have an absolute ace anymore,” she said. “Tanba isn’t back to where I hoped he would be after the break. Maybe he’ll recover now that practice is back in swing, but there’s a good chance he won’t. Kawakami can defend well, but he can’t attack like we need for the early game. That’s it for returners, at least for starting aces.”

“You have some thoughts about that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” she said. “Furuya was a pleasant surprise. He’s got quite a bit of power. His stamina concerns me, as does his control. He wore himself out so quickly, he’ll never last through a game like that.”

“That will improve with time,” Tesshin pointed out. “But you’re right, he can’t carry the whole game as he is now.”

“Sawamura showed some potential as well,” Rei pointed out. At the look her husband gave her, she hurried on. “I know he was far from perfect! But he paced himself better than Furuya, and with some training, he already showed that he can do long range attacks like Furuya. He’s at least worth a look.”

“I was thinking of making him a fielder, actually,” Tesshin said. “With some training, he could still use that ranged attack, and as a nature witch, he’s much more suited to wider defense like that instead of close combat.”

Rei pushed her glasses up her nose to hide her expression.

“I think he’d be wasted as a fielder,” she said. “You didn’t see him, but he really does have something special when he’s protecting something directly. And he worked well with Miyuki when he visited. I’ve never seen someone work so well with a new familiar like that.”

Tesshin stared at her for a while.

“You’re determined about this?” he asked. “Because you actually think he can do it, not because you’re worried about your position with the administrators if he doesn’t do well?”

“I wouldn’t have stuck my neck out like that if I didn’t think he was worth it,” she huffed. Really, after being married for almost ten years, Tesshin should know her better than that. “Give him a chance. I think he’ll surprise you. He surprised me.”

Tesshin considered.

“I’ll pair him with Chris,” he said finally. “If there’s any true potential in him, Chris will draw it out. For now, though, I’d like to experiment with a relay between Tanba, Furuya, and Kawakami. Until Tanba recovers fully, it might be better to pair him with Miyauchi, and since Miyauchi is actually Kawakami’s partner, that will be a better battery than Miyuki and Kawakami.”

“For the first few practice battles, I agree,” Rei said. Much as she wanted Sawamura to prove himself as quickly as possible, there was no way he should be in a battle so soon. She was even leery of using Furuya now. She’d prefer to just use Kawakami and Tanba until the end of camp, when they’d really see the abilities of everyone.

“At least we don’t have to replace many of the fielders or strikers,” Tesshin commented. “I do hope we can find an appropriate center striker, though. Kuramochi really does need a better partner.”

Rei winced. Last year’s center striker, a senior, hadn’t exactly been the best player, but he was the best one they’d had. Still, to say he and Kuramochi hadn’t seen eye to eye would be an understatement. They’d had one of the worst partnerships she’d ever seen, and she knew Kuramochi wasn’t the problem, considering he worked with everyone else just fine.

The problem was, they really didn’t have anyone who seemed up to the task. It wasn’t that they didn’t have a single person who played center striker. It was more that none of them could keep up with Kuramochi. He was fast, and he was good, one of the best Rei had ever seen, and she was particularly proud of that scouting effort of hers. There was only so much he could slow himself down before he was compromising his position, too.

“Chris can’t come back, can he?” Rei asked. Tesshin shook his head.

“He’d rather be careful, and I agree with his wishes,” Tesshin said. “He needs to heal completely, and only time will do that. I think he’d be alright for light practice, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. He won’t try to come back before he’s ready. He knows the costs.”

Rei nodded.

“I think I’ll move Furuya up to first string,” Tesshin went on. “There’s not a single person in the freshmen that can handle his power level. If we’re going to use him in the battle with another school soon, he needs as much practice with Miyuki as he can get. Sawamura can stay on the second string with Chris. I’ll consider moving him up if he does well at camp.”

It wasn’t what Rei had been hoping for, but it could turn out to be a good thing. She smiled quietly to herself. Sawamura and Chris would either get on like a house on fire or set each other on fire. If Sawamura could learn to hold his tongue, Chris had a lot to teach him, and maybe some of Sawamura’s smiles would leak over to Chris. Rei hadn’t seen him really smile since that terrifying day last year.

This year was going to be interesting, that was certain.