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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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thinking about ted worshipping y/n’s body

AN: It feels like it’s been SO long since I’ve written anything for Ted mostly because I’m so obsessed with Season 3 lol but you can’t keep me away for long!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Body Worship, Body Image, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fluff and Smut, graphic descriptions of p-in-v intercourse

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You had been avoiding Ted. Not because of anything he did or anything you did, but because if you hung out with your boyfriend you’d want to kiss him, and kissing would lead to more, and more meant…being naked.

It was the relationship weight, you told yourself, which wasn’t untrue but you and your body had always had a somewhat contentious relationship. In the 6 months you’d been dating Ted, you’d managed to set those concerns aside, but Ted was also a stress-baker and a pub frequenter; those became things you loved to do together. You didn’t want to give them up, but looking at yourself in the mirror had you texting Ted you couldn’t come over and going to the gym instead.

It wasn’t that you NEVER saw Ted anymore, but it didn’t escape his notice when you ordered salads and stopped stealing chips and shrugged out of his grasp when his hands neared your hips. Especially tonight, as the two of you reclined on the couch and you pushed around the single slice of pizza on your plate.

“Everything alright, darlin’,” Ted asked when you moved his hand from your thigh to weave your fingers together, thinking you were being slick. It could have been a general question, but at that moment you knew that he knew. You sighed.

“It’s not you Ted, I hope you know that. I guess I’m just feeling a little unattractive lately because I’ve gained some weight, but it’s not like I’ve ever been small you know, but I still feel like—”

You were rambling, trying to explain how you were feeling and you could feel Ted next to you wanting to interject but restraining himself. “It gets…harder to be touched when I don’t feel at home in my skin, ya know?”

Ted pressed a kiss to your temple and sat your plates on the coffee table, so he could wrap you closer to him.

“Well, sweetie, I’m not going to try to convince you to see yourself the way I do, because I know how frustrating it is to have somebody tellin’ ya you’re wrong. Even if you’re wrong.” You chuckled against him, your eyes just a little wet at realizing how deeply he understood you. “But I’d love to show you how I feel about your body, if you’re amenable to that,” Ted's voice had lowered in an instant, and you looked up at him to find his eyes dark and trained on you. There was the expected anxiety in your chest at the idea of letting Ted undress you, but you were surprised to find it was matched by arousal when you saw him looking at you like he wanted to consume you.

“Okay,” you said, your voice small, but sure. “Show me.”

Ted led you eagerly to the bedroom but slowed down once he arrived, leaving you at the foot of the bed. “Ted, we never—what about Mrs. Shipley?” When you stayed at Ted’s place you usually hooked up on the couch—between your whimpers and moans and his headboard scraping loudly against the wall, it took her only minutes to start slamming her broom into the floor.

“Well, you better hush your butt then, huh,” Ted joked as he stepped away from you. He had a full-length mirror in the corner that you avoided like the plague, but you were surprised when you realized he was turning it around. And then he walked over to the dresser and draped a blanket over that mirror too. When he returned to you, he smiled softly and started slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "My eyes only," he explained, kissing your neck and you whimpered at how much you’d missed his touch and affection, a hot wave of shame rising to your cheeks in realizing what you’d kept yourself from for no reason. Your hands found the back of his hair and you tugged him back up to your lips as your shirt fell open, his hands smoothing along your sides and pressing you tightly to him.

“You don’t have to say anything, baby,” Ted whispered gently in your ear, “but I’m going to tell you that I love your body. Exactly as it is, right this second.” He slid the shirt from your shoulders, punctuating each sentence with fresh kisses on exposed skin. “And I loved it yesterday.” A kiss to your sternum, his deft fingers unlatching your bra. “And I’ll love it tomorrow.” His thumbs pressed gently into your hips as he kissed one breast and then the other, just grazing your nipples. The wetness between your legs was only increasing, even at Ted's barely there caresses.

Ted made his way to your waistband, thumbing open your fly and sliding off your pants and underwear until you were finally naked, his lips and tongue never far from your skin, no limb or feature left unpraised. Ted encouraged you down onto the bed before stripping down to his boxers and laying next to you. You couldn’t help but cross your arms, trying to hide the areas you were more insecure about. Ted didn’t say anything, or move your hands, just maneuvered around them, making his way down your body to your core, his mustache tickling around your inner thighs. He eased your legs a little further apart, taking a moment just to look, his hands rubbing gentle circles against the outside of your thighs.

“You know one of my favorite things about your body? How responsive it is. Gosh darlin’, you’re already so wet for me.” As if proving your point, his warm breath over your clit made your skin break out in goosebumps. “Can I touch you?”

“Please, Ted,” you sighed and he wasted no time doing so, sliding first one finger, then two, then his tongue over your wet center. The pressure was perfect and sent you scrambling for something to hold, your hands uncrossing from your body to fist into the sheets. “Fuck, Teddy, I—.” You didn’t know what you were going to say but you knew you wanted more. You wanted him to never stop.

“What is it darlin’? What do you want?”

“Your fingers,” you whined, “I want your fingers in me, please Ted.”

One of Ted’s long fingers slid in easily and he quickly added another. You were so incredibly close you couldn’t help but grind down against him. Your back arched against the bed and you realized you were chanting his name as an orgasm bubbled up inside of you. “Fuck, Ted, I’m- Shit!” You came hard and fast, with no chance of catching the sounds Ted had brought out of you.

When your breathing evened out, Ted was next to you again, his long capable hands gentle against your sides. You looked at him with a small grateful smile, “I love you, Ted. Thanks for understanding. And for showing me.” Ted kissed you deeply, his hand against the side of your face pulling you in and tilting your head to slot his lips against yours.

“You’re gorgeous, baby,” Ted said breathlessly when he finally broke away. “And I’ll keep believin’ that until you do.”

You wanted to say something thoughtful or insightful, but you were lost for words. Instead, you snaked your hand between your bodies to find him hard and wanting. But to your surprise, Ted shifted out of your grasp. “No, baby this was about you. We don’t have to—”

“Well, what if I want you to show me some more,” you giggled mischievously, rolling into his chest and tracing your hands along his broad shoulders. Ted beamed. This, the flirty banter and directness, felt more like you; not the hiding and avoiding you were doing earlier.

“Well, then what can I say besides yes ma’am.”

Ted rolled both of you over and you helped slide his boxers down, revealing his hard length. You stroked him a few times as his tongue tangled with yours, but he took over from you, gliding the head of himself through your slick heat. You gasped when he brushed your clit and Ted grinned. “This is still about you darlin’. I want to make you feel good. I want to remind you of all the wonderful things about this here body.”

“God Ted, you’re so good to me.” You squeezed your eyes shut but as Ted nudged toward your entrance, you opened them again and found nothing but adoration in his gaze as he eased into you. Your mouth fell open and Ted groaned at the warm heat of you around him.

“I’ll always be good to you,” Ted punctuated the sentiment with slow, deep thrusts, “for as long as you’ll let me. Whatever you want from me, you get.”

“Faster, Ted, I want faster,” you begged, “I want you. So much. You make me feel so fucking good.”

Ted’s hips snapped into yours and you tried in vain to keep your moans contained, biting the back of his hand, his bottom lip, his shoulder—and you had to redouble your efforts when leaned to the side so he could bring his thumb to your clit. “Come for me again beautiful, you can do it.” Ted’s voice was husky in your ear and it sent a shiver down your spine that swiftly turned into an orgasm, biting down hard into Ted’s shoulder as you clenched rhythmically against him and he stuttered into his own release.

Rolling to his side, Ted pulled you against him, playfully planting kisses all over your face, just as Mrs. Shipley got going with the broom. The two of you looked at each other and giggled.

“Next time you can show me how you feel at my place,” you chuckled and Ted pulled away to look at you.

"Oh, next time, huh,” Ted smirked. Both of you knew that your body issues weren’t going away from one night of (albeit, very good) sex, but you were open to working on it, especially when working on it was downright fun.

Part 2 ->

#ted lasso #reader #ted lasso reader #reader insert #y/n #ted lasso x y/n #x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

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swagcoolcat · 1 month

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!! Transfem Jeremy posting !!

So, I’ve always had the headcanon that Jeremy has really high metabolism which makes it next to impossible to gain significant amounts of weight. I’ve also always had the headcanon that this gives Jeremy major body issues, always feeling too lanky, too bony, too tall, too everything.

Now, Cassidy (my name for transfem Jeremy for any of those new to this au) I feel would have these same issues, but it ties in heavily with her gender dysphoria. If only her features were… softer. Even before she realizes her gender identity, she can’t help but feel like she doesn’t look right in her own skin. She desperately wants to gain weight, desperately wants softer hips, softer thighs, a softer stomach. Everything.

Eventually, in her early to mid twenties, Cassidy starts taking estrogen, and the changes to her body are subtle, but they’re definitely there. When she first notices that she’s grown boobs, she sprints in to show Seymour (transmasc Christine again for those who are new to this au) with the biggest grin on her face. And that’s not the best part. Estrogen redistrobutes fat, but it can also make it easier to gain weight. So, over time, she starts to gain weight. She doesn’t notice it right away, but one morning, she’s getting dressed, and she sees herself in the mirror.

And her first thought upon seeing herself is just… “There I am.”

For the first time, she doesn’t see her head on a stranger’s body. She sees herself.

#bmc #be more chill #jeremy heere #cassidy heere #transfem jeremy heere #stagedorks #musicalgeeks

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boysbellyrubs · 8 months

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a little stuffing between the lovely Alistair and Nikau.

a cw for talk of weight gain and a little sexual talk ig. also sorry if the formatting is ass i posted from my phone.

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“Ready baby?”

Alistair nodded, staring more at the bottle in Nikau’s hand rather than the man himself. He had been anticipating this all day, an excitement buzzing under his skin.

Nikau smiled at his eager boyfriend, uncapping the lid of the Sprite and positioning himself poised over Alistair’s thighs. He felt Alistair’s hands creep up his back, sitting snugly on the jut of his hips. Alistair was wearing a tighter fitting shirt, one he had outgrown from a few years ago and sweatpants. His hair was loose. They had eaten dinner around an hour ago, wanting to let Alistair’s body start to digest rather than shoving a bunch of bubbles on top of his food.

Alistair leaned forward and took the bottle into his mouth while Nikau tipped it forward. He was gentle to begin, the liquid slowly going down as Alistair swallowed. He tapped Nikau’s back to let him know he needed to breathe.

He threw his head back, took a gasp and let out a belch. He chuckled. “That was a big one.” He patted his belly and leant forward again, guzzling down the lemonade. He was already feeling full from only a quarter of the bottle, and it was a 2L bottle so he still had a long way to go. Nikau stared, enraptured at his boyfriend’s pace. His belly was filling up steadily, the shirt riding up and his waistband getting a little tighter. Nikau so desperately wanted to put his hands on him.

Another tap and Nikau dropped the bottle and held it up. There was only half left. He smiled at Alistair. “You’re drinking this really fast. How’s this belly?” He let his left hand graze the tightest part, the highest part of Alistair’s belly. It was almost revealed, his shirt clinging to his belly button as he indulged. Alistair whined, burped and stared down at his swollen stomach.

“Let’s take a break for a second. I’m full as fuck.” His hands drifted off Nikau and onto his own tummy, cupping the underside. He moaned as rubbed outwards, lifting it off his lap and sloshing the contents inside. He squeezed his softer lower belly. “I’ve really put on weight here, it’s still soft even when I’m stuffed.”

Nikau agreed, “Well you’re not even halfway done, sweetheart. Think you can finish it?” He whispered into Alistair’s ear, pushing down on his belly with his hand. Alistair burped and nodded, trying to push Nikau off his sensitive stomach. “Good. I want your belly nice and round, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nikau sat back up and lifted the bottle back to Alistair’s lips. They both didn’t break eye contact as Alistair opened his mouth to let Nikau push the bottle in before starting to drink again. Nikau watched his belly inflate more, shirt slowly riding up until it was barely staying down. He pulled it up automatically, now staring at the pale flesh of Alistair’s belly. How he loved this.

They hadn’t intentionally been making Alistair gain weight, it had just happened with the two of them having bigger meals and Alistair cleaning up Nikau’s leftovers. They were also indulging in more stuffing sessions, stress relief and all that. It was just some more pudge over his belly and thighs and his face becoming a little rounder. Alistair was perfectly okay with it, he had always been quite skinny and putting on weight made him feel comfortable, he was loved by Nikau no matter what size or shape.

But, with the new weight, Nikau couldn’t keep his hands off Alistair. While they were sleeping, Nikau’s hand would find its way over his belly (which was often filled with food) and he would softly rub the skin there. He would wind his arms around Alistair from behind, touching over his love handles and cupping the swell of his lower belly. Squeezing his thighs. Kissing the roll that sat on his lap whenever he was lounging. He enjoyed this Alistair, knowing that he was comfortable enough to gain weight and not feel bad about it.

Right now though, he enjoyed seeing the soft flesh swell and tighten as Alistair packed away more Sprite. He squeezed his eyes shut with the next swallow and pushed the bottle away with his own hand, a spectacular burp rumbling up from his stomach. He moaned and pushed a hand into his belly, forcing up another. It gurgled at him and he whined. Nikau scooched back a little and kissed his skin, hearing the contents swirling and bubbling under the skin. He smiled.

“Feeling alright?”

Alistair nodded, unable to speak. He stuck his hand between their bodies and pulled down his waistband, the tight elastic now sitting snugly under his expanded stomach. He moaned while he rubbed at the red marks, fingers drifting over his belly button. Nikau joined his hands with his own, soothing over the angry lines and squeezing the sides of his stomach, the fat there still soft. He kissed Alistair.

“I love you, baby. I love this tummy.” He squeezed again, hands now moving towards the tightest part. He dappled his fingers across it, gently tending to his boyfriend’s achy stomach. He looked at the bottle of Sprite on the bedside table. “Only a little left. Do you think you can do it?”

At first Alistair seemed hesitant, hands coming to rest where Nikau’s were. He eyed the bottle, then Nikau. “Okay, but go slow.”

“Of course.”

Nikau reached for the bottle and let Alistair take a big breath before allowing him to start drinking. He tipped it gently, not wanting to cause Alistair to be sick, and watched his throat work. He let his left hand drop and come down to Alistair’s stomach, slowly rubbing in circles as the last of the lemonade was put away. His stomach was completely rounded out, swollen and sitting in both of their laps. Nikau kissed his belly as the last drop of Sprite went down and tossed the empty bottle aside.

“Good job, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me, now let me rub your stomach, you deserve it.”

He started in the middle, where the tightness morphed into softness, pressing in and pushing up a burp from his boyfriend. It was small and didn’t really give him any relief, so he tried again and a rumble travelled its way up to his throat and a belch burst through his mouth. Alistair’s body sagged as it was released, the pressure finally going down a little. Nikau kissed his belly again, dipping his hands lower and squeezing Alistair’s love handles.

“You just can’t- urrp- keep your hands off me, huh?”

Nikau chuckled. “Nope. Your tummy is gorgeous, baby. I need more hands to feel all of it at once,” As he was talking, Alistair hiccuped and his belly sloshed in Nikau’s hands. He whined and arched his back. “Needy, aren’t we?” He teased. He pushed deep into the tight skin. Alistair groaned.

“Not so hard. You’ll make me sick.” His hand was covering his mouth. Alistair’s forehead was creased, a red blush coated his cheeks and his eyes were sinfully half-lidded. Nikau was fighting every demon to not ravish him right then and there. He stuck with touching Alistair’s full belly, loving the noises coming out of both his belly and his boyfriend. A belch rang out making Alistair lurch forward a little.

“Oops, sorry. Almost lost it.”

Nikau groaned. The things Alistair said were shooting straight to his cock. He put his head right on Alistair’s belly, unable to contain himself, and heard every gurgle in high quality. He felt his stomach jolt and suddenly a bunch of bubbles rocketed up inside him and Alistair burped up a thick wet belch. He moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Nik. I can’t hold them back.” He belched again. It gurgled in his throat and sounded like it fell perfectly from his lips.

Nikau raised his head. “I didn’t think burps were attractive until I met you, Star.”

Alistair laughed and Nikau wanted to just kiss the smile off his face. He held Alistair’s tummy as he laughed, the lemonade sloshing in his tight belly. “Careful, don’t wanna lose all of this.” He kissed it again.

“I won’t. If you keep kissing it like that I’ll be fine.”

Nikau moved off Alistair’s legs, instead slotting himself beside him. He put one hand on Alistair’s belly, caressing it gently. He kissed Alistair’s temple and the boy let his head drop on to Nikau’s shoulder. Alistair’s hand sat atop his stomach too, his fingers slowly pushing in and around to bring up some more burps.

There was a loud grumble from his middle, Alistair’s back arching upwards in a quick moment. He moaned, a burp catching in his throat.

“Ooh, god. My belly…” He whined out. “Rub my tummy.”

Nikau had an idea. “Lean forward a little, lovely. I’ll sit behind you and rub it.” Getting Alistair to move forward was a little difficult, but Nikau was able to slot in behind him and put both hands on his boyfriend’s middle. Immediately, Alistair sunk into Nikau and let himself be cared for.

Everytime Nikau pushed down just a little, Alistair’s throat jumped with a belch. He moaned, and whined after each one, and Nikau slowly but surely felt his stomach deflate and the skin became softer. He let his hand drift lower and shook Alistair’s fat lower tummy. It was sinful how much he loved it. He kissed Alistair’s nape.

“You enjoying yourself?” Alistair patted his hand, laughing a little.

Nikau hummed, nodding into Alistair’s hair. “You’re so hot. I want to eat your belly.”

“Oh my god, please don’t.”

“I don’t know. It’s just so cute.” Nikau let his finger dip into his boyfriend’s belly button, thumb moving gently along the skin beside it.

There were little gurgles coming from Alistair’s belly, and ones that didn’t sound like digestion. Nikau chuckled.

“Are you seriously getting hungry again? I could grab you some of the leftovers?” He kissed him again, the soft part of his neck, and let his hands scoop underneath Alistair’s stomach and stay there.

Alistair made a humming noise. “Maybe. Only if you feed it to me.”

“Sure thing.” He patted his tummy, a hollow noise emanating out. “Stay put.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to move anywhere even if I tried.”

#stuffing #weight gain #no emeto #belly rubs #burping #belly kink #burp kink #oc’s #Alistair #Nikau #tummy rubs

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O is Insecure About Their Weight

Prompts: Reaction to their gf being insecure about her curves, please? Especially her belly and her pretty large thighs/hips?

reaction to finding out that their s/o is really insecure about their weight and is doing harmful diets?

Requested? Yes

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of harmful diets/eating disorders

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine!

AN: I combined the two requests as they were similar, I also changed the request to gender neutral, but it can still be read as female reader. Please read the warnings! If you are sensitive to them please do not proceed. Also, these are way longer than they should have been and are pretty much mini imagines.

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied.

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Kim Namjoon:

You had always stopped by BigHit on your way home from work/school to check up on him and make sure that he was eating. Due to this, Namjoon had assumed that you were taking care of yourself the same way you cared for him. He never realized how you never ate with him, how you always brushed it off saying you weren’t hungry, or how you seemed to be getting thinner by the minute. It was only when one of the other members brought it up to him that he truly noticed. You had stopped by his studio with food, as you normally did, and were getting ready to leave when he gently grabbed your wrist.

“Have you eaten yet Baby, why don’t you stay and eat with me?” You forced yourself to smile at him and shook your head.

“No thanks, I’m not hungry. Besides, you need it more than I do.” Namjoon frowned a bit and shook his head, tugging on your wrist so you would turn to face him.

“You say that every night, why don’t you want to eat with me?” The hurt look he gave you made you immediately feel guilty, trying to think of a way to explain yourself.

“It’s not you, I just haven’t had much of an appetite recently,” you admitted, hoping he would leave it at that. Of course, he didn’t, instead standing and leading you over to the couch so you were sitting facing each other.

“Alright, what’s going on?” he asked, “you keep denying meals saying you’re not hungry, but it’s clear that you’re not eating. Don’t you know how unhealthy that is?” You looked away, trying to hold back your tears as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. He wasn’t rushing you to speak, but you knew he wouldn’t let you leave without an answer.

“It’s just, I’ve been gaining weight recently and I really don’t like the way I look so I thought if I dieted that I could change that.” Namjoon was silent as he let go of your hand, which made you even more nervous, before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Baby,” he cooed, “it doesn’t matter that you’ve gained a little bit, you are still the most attractive person I have ever seen. If you want to lose weight then I’ll support you, but you need to do that through proper diet and exercise, not by starving yourself.” When he felt you nod, he smiled and kissed your head. “I love you! Now, let’s eat!”

Kim Seokjin:

Jin noticed your changes immediately, given he would often be the one to cook for the both of you. He noticed how you would barely touch your food, or push it around to make it look like you ate more than you actually had. At first, he had been hurt thinking that you didn’t like his cooking. However, he soon noticed that you never really ate anything, maybe having a piece of fruit for a snack but that was it. It soon became too much, and Jin was desperate to get to the bottom of it. That night, he made your favorite dish, knowing that it would be impossible for you to reject it. Sure enough, he saw how your expression went from pleased to distressed as you only took a few bites before forcing yourself to stop.

“Alright,” he exclaimed, causing you to jump, “what is going on?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, trying to play innocent. You knew Jin had picked up on what you were doing, but you had hoped he wouldn’t question it.

“You know exactly what I mean!” he scolded, “for the past week you have barely eaten anything. At first I just thought that you didn’t like my cooking but now it is obvious that something is going on. So why exactly are you starving yourself?” You looked down at your hands for a moment before speaking.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re Mr. Worldwide Handsome, you’re tall and fit and could have anyone you want. Meanwhile I just look awful, I’m not fit and my thighs are huge and-”

“Alright, enough of that!” cut you off as he sprung up from his chair and walked over to you. He pulled your own out so you were facing him before placing a hand on your chin to make you look up at him. The way he was looming over you and his expression made you sink into your chair a bit. “Y/N L/N, you are a beautiful person. You are not fat, you are perfectly healthy, and I will not sit here and let you harm your body like this. I don’t know what possessed you to think these things but starving yourself is only going to make you sick. I fell in love with the way you are and I would never want you to change, understand?” You nodded slightly, not trusting your voice. “Now, you are going to finish your dinner and then we are spending the whole night cuddling. I will not take no for an answer.”

Min Yoongi:

Anytime you got insecure over your body, Yoongi would immediately be there to kiss you and reassure you that you were perfect to him. You always believed him for a bit, but there would always be something to drag you back to your insecurities. This time, Yoongi was not there to help you. He had been touring with BTS the last few months and had been too busy to really call and check up on you. You knew that he would be mad if he found out what you had been doing to yourself, but you didn’t want to trouble him either. He was stressed enough with performances and didn’t need your insecurities weighing him down either. Instead, you would lie and assure him that you were eating and taking care of yourself whenever he called. Since he didn’t have much time to really confirm or question you about it, he just assumed you were being honest with him. You had managed to lose a fair amount of weight while he was gone, but you still didn’t feel attractive enough. As you stood, only in your underwear, in front of the mirror, you still felt disgusted.

“Come on,” you whined, pinching and pulling at your stomach, “all of that dieting and I still look massive.” Unfortunately, since you were too focused on trying to lose weight, you forgot that Yoongi was finally coming home from tour. You also didn’t hear the door open, or notice your boyfriend standing in the hallway until you saw him walk up behind you. His arms snaked around your waist while his head rested on your shoulder, pulling you against him. You didn’t have to say anything, the look in his eyes said it all. Just from the sight in front of him, he knew what you were doing and he was upset. Mad at himself for not noticing sooner, and mad at you for lying to him. He wishes you would have told him what was going through your mind.

“You know I love you right?” he whispered, “and you know what I see when I look at you? I see the most beautiful person I’ve laid my eyes on.” He ran his hand across your waist as he spoke, watching your expression through the mirror. “Every part of you is perfect, and you don’t have to change anything. I’ll tell you as many times as I have to before you believe me. So please, don’t do this to yourself.” Tearing up a bit, you turn and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him softly before pulling away.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

Jung Hoseok:

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on Jagi, it’ll be fun!” Hoseok had been trying to get you to come to practice with him all morning. You two never got to spend any time together, and he figured this was a good solution. Not too mention the fact that he has been wanting to teach you to dance for a while. You always promised him that you would go when the time was right, but now you seemed to be backing off. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with your boyfriend, but you were insecure about going to practice with him. All of the members were really tone and fit, especially Hoseok, but you were a bit more on the chubby side. Especially in your legs, which you knew would be more obvious if you tried to dance. Of course, Hobi didn’t know about this, and you didn’t intend for him to know.

“Look, maybe next time, but you should probably get going before you’re even more late.” Hoseok frowned a bit, dropping his bag as he walked over to you.

“You’ve been saying that for months,” he whined, “why don’t you want to hang out with us?” You shook your head, not wanting to argue about this anymore.

“I just don’t want to! You’ll be better off without me holding you back anyway.” you had muttered the last part to yourself, but he still managed to hear it.

“Hold me back? What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Don’t you get it Hobi? I can’t dance. I’m not as fit as you and the guys are and I’ll look like a joke compared to the rest of you!” He stood there in shock as you tried to control your breathing. Realizing that you had just snapped at him, your expression immediately softened, “Look I didn’t mean to-” Hoseok cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug, you resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, “You’re fine the way you are, and there is no reason for you to compare yourself to us. If you feel uncomfortable and don’t want to dance then I won’t force you too, but I think that you will really enjoy it if you try. At least come watch us dance though? I still want to spend time with you.” Sighing softly, you nodded.

“Alright fine, let’s go.”

Park Jimin:

Jimin wasn’t dumb, he knew what you were doing the moment you excused yourself from the dinner table early, saying that you weren’t feeling well. He knew what you were doing when you would only eat small bites when he was looking and then throw away the rest of your food when his back was turned. He knew, because he had done the exact same thing. Jimin knew how stressful beauty standards were, and the pressure to always look your best. The harmful diets that many idols were forced to go on in order to keep their perfect figure, and the negative effects that come as a result. You had just recently debuted as an idol, and it seemed you were falling down that same rabbit hole.

“Hey Y/N,” Jimin had a break so he decided to come visit you at practice, shocking you and your members, “hope you guys don’t mind if I watch?”

“Not at all,” you said, clearly out of breath as you leaned against the wall for support. Right away Jimin noticed how sick you looked, barely managing to stay awake and extremely pale. It worried him, but he trusted that you knew your limit so he didn’t say anything. Something he immediately regretted when you stood up and started practicing again. You didn’t even make it to the chorus of the song before you collapsed, hitting the ground hard. Jimin was by your side in seconds, helping you sit up and making you lean on him for support.

“What were you thinking? You could seriously get hurt doing this,” he sighed a bit and ran his hand through his hair, “we’re going to get you something to eat and then you’re resting for the rest of the day. You need to eat from now on, no arguments.”

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung knew that you were actively trying to lose weight, but he didn’t exactly know how you were doing it. All you told him was that you had started dieting, and assured him that you would take care of yourself. You didn’t want him to worry about you, and you knew if he found out how little you were eating that he would. It actually took Tae awhile to realize just how thin you were getting. He didn’t get to see you in person often due to his comeback and couldn’t see you over text messages. Meaning that, when he finally came home and saw just how sick you looked, he freaked out.

“Jagi, when is the last time you’ve eaten?” he asked, holding you at arms length so he could take in your figure. You paused for a second before answering.

“I had a protein shake this morning.”

“That’s not enough,” Tae shook his head, “when was the last time you had an actual meal?” Once again you paused, giving him his answer. Taehyung sighed before pulling out his phone, dialing a familiar number.

“Who are you calling?” you asked.

“Jin-hyung, I’m going to ask him if he could make a nice dinner for us.” Your eyes widened and you started protesting, but he ignored you as he continued the call with his hyung. Only when he hung up the phone did you speak.

“Why would you do that? I told you that I was on a diet!” you raised your voice in frustration, while he just gave you a sad look. Both of you stood there in silence as he waited for you to calm down, pulling you into a hug once you finally did.

“Starving yourself is not a diet. If you want to diet properly then I will help you, but it hurts me to see you looking like this, it’s not healthy.” You wanted to argue, but the sad tone of his voice stole your words. Taehyung pulled away enough to look at you, his eyes holding all of his emotions back, “Stop hurting yourself, please.”

“Okay.”

Jeon Jungkook:

You and Jungkook made a habit of working out together whenever you could. Sometimes you would work out at the gym together, or other times you would just go for a jog around the block. It was something you both enjoyed and it allowed you to spend time with your hard working boyfriend. Normally, Jungkook would tone down his routine a bit so that you could keep up, knowing that you were not able to handle the more intense routines. Recently though, he noticed that you had been pushing yourself a lot more. You would constantly try to out run him, or use the same machines as him, clearly trying to match his pace. Which was alarming given the fact that you weren’t as experienced with these things as he was. Eventually, after seeing you almost hurt yourself trying to do too many pullups, Jungkook decided to confront you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep pushing your limit. What is going on?” Realizing that he had caught on, you decided that it would be best to just be upfront with him about it.

“Why are you with me Jungkook?” That was not what he was expecting, so it took him a moment to process what you just asked.

“What?”

“Why are you with me?” you asked again, “you are so fit and handsome, there are millions of people who would do anything to be with you. Meanwhile, I’m over here looking like I’m constantly bloated. I am bigger than you are and can’t even keep up with a simple jog so why even bother.” Jungkook choked on his water, needing a second to catch his breath before he kneeled down in front of you.

“Y/N, I don’t know what made you think all of that but I can assure you it’s not true. You’re not bloated, and you’re not unfit, and so what if you’re a bit heavier than I am? You still work out and stay active, and you eat well so you’re healthy and that’s all that matters. If you want to try and do more, then you need to ease into it or else you’re going to do more harm than good. Trust me.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind the way I look?” you asked hesitantly, making him laugh a bit.

“Are you kidding? I love the way you look, no matter what size you are. I promise I would never leave you over something like that, ever.” The second you looked up and your eyes met his, you knew he meant every word of it.

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pangtasias-atelier · 11 months

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Can I make a request for Gilliam and Garcia mutual gaining in a domestic setting (without ross of course) both at around 500 lbs, with Garcia having a bigger gut and Gilliam being chubbier all around, appreciating each others gains? Thank you

Ahhhhh I definitely struggled with this one ajsnjsb. I do very much like the pairing, I just think I've legit never used either of them in like all 7 of my playthroughs lmao.

I hope you enjoy it regardless cause I did have fun writing it after looking up all their supports ajnjbhns

Warning: This is a fetish story!

In a small yet lively cottage that mostly everyone in the bustling border town knows of, its two residents are the very cause of such an atmosphere. The residence is nearly the exact same as all its neighbors; like all the rest, the house is built from a combination of Frelia's fine lumber from its abundant forests and Renais' rich minerals derived from its vast mountains.

Despite the average appearances, its occupants are anything but average looking.

The two married men are busy in the kitchen. The room is currently being made a mess while also being cleaned up at the same time with both of the men working together.

Gilliam has his back to the stove. Clearly enjoying the peacetime in Frelia, his figure has bloated out. His trusty pants cover up the entire expanse of his blubbery rear. Standing at an impressive stature next to even tall men, Gilliam's height is made extra impressive with his weight. Weighing 508 pounds —last he checked two weeks back— that came about from extensive sessions involving food and groping. The entire shape of his ass is outlined by his tight clothes, every fold and roll of his plump, shapely ass visible for Garcia to gaze upon just by turning around. Gilliam's entire figure is rotund, his lovingly stuffed figure eagerly accepting the extra weight everywhere. The width of Gilliam's hips are almost the same measurement as the kitchen sink; his thighs fill out his pants. Gilliam's large thighs bulge from his weight, the upper half of his thighs straining against the fabric much more than his smaller yet still doughy lower half of his thighs and calves. His thighs squish together from Gilliam’s feet brought together.. It’s a bit difficult to see just how smushed Gilliam’s thighs are with his plentiful ass fat blocking the view, though.

Not that Garcia minds, turning away from his task to give it a playful smack. “You almost done? I’ve got a couple more things ready for you,” Garcia asks. Two turners in his right hand, he reaches around Gilliam to dump them with the last remaining dirty dishes. Garcia gets a handful of Gilliam’s stomach, his own flabby arm covered and sinking into his husband’s blubbery gut as he hugs him with his right arm. Garcia also gets to feel the back of his husband but his gut does most of the feeling. Garcia’s stomach is absolutely immense; the large flabby sack of fat is the retired warrior’s largest feature.

“I’m getting there. It’s a bit difficult,” Gilliam faces down at the last few utensils left despite his husband’s distractions. Gilliam’s difficulty comes from his own size. With him being rather tall, he always had the issue of several things not being made with people his own height in mind. And now with his growing waistline from too many binges —sessions that involve being fed or feeding or both more often than not— Gilliam’s troubles with things being too small are only doubled.

The kitchen sink forces Gilliam to stand at a slightly awkward angle. His thighs come up to the countertop which didn’t use to be too much of a problem before, nothing that a slight hunch or bending couldn’t fix. But his bigger, rather large belly makes it a bigger problem. His large belly sags down to rest on the counter despite it being tucked behind his shirt. Which, when combined with cleaning dishes makes for not the best of combinations. So Gilliam takes his time washing dishes and stands an extra few inches back from the counter. A few drops of soapy water do manage to collide with his belly and the lower roll of his stomach flab is damp from the splashes of water that manage to wet the countertop that his belly does inevitably touch whenever Gilliam reaches forward to grab something.

Garcia also makes washing the dishes a bigger issue than it usually is.

His husband cooking behind him, the two’s kitchen was clearly not made with two obese men in mind. Garcia pigging out just as much as Gilliam, if not more, left him at around the same weight as his husband. At least a whole quarter tonner of a man according to last month’s weigh in, Garcia’s slightly shorter stature has him looking much rounder than Gilliam. A large portion of his weight went to his over bloated stomach, the large gut representative of his new eating habits. Garcia wears his white shirt untucked. His gut spills out from his shirt, the hairy expanse of his lower gut exposed. His chest isn’t that far behind his gut in terms of size. The two large breasts spill out of the shirt’s extremely low neckline; his doughy, hairy chest pressed up against the neckline that struggles to hold back his meaty chest. Not that Garcia minds, the warrior proud of his weight. Though he does move around carefully while he cooks, always mindful of his wobbling belly as he takes slow waddles to adjust himself. His thighs help him move around slowly, the two thick legs crammed with enough fat at his weight to make sure he has to swing one meaty thigh past the other just to walk now. His thighs are free for the most part; Garcia wears a pair of ill fitting shorts. The fat on his thighs curve inward from the tight fit along with his ass. His ass bulges out from the small clothes.

Next to Giliam, Garcia is completely underdressed. A fact that he takes a complete advantage of.

“The food’s almost done. Shouldn’t you be hurrying up?” Garcia slots himself right up next to Gilliam. He bumps his husband with his large hip. Like gelatin slapping gelatin, neither of the now jiggling men end up moving from their spot. Garcia’s gut spills onto the counter, the cool material nice on the underside of his belly that envelops and smothers the countertop.

Gilliam keeps scrubbing at the used pan. “You slow cook everything. The meat won’t be ready for another thirty minutes,”

“And it’ll taste great cause I made it. You don’t get to be this big without knowing your way around a meal,” He pats his belly, the large pile of blubber wobbling in return. Garcia reaches for a kitchen rag and starts drying at all the pans and utensils Gilliam has washed. He makes sure to dry extra vigorously; his blubbery arms that are still as big as his days as a warrior wobble, his biceps filled with lard instead of muscle now.

Gilliam keeps a straight face as he now rinses the sink, all the dishes now washed.. But, he does glance over to see Garcia’s nonsense every once in a while.

Garcia dries the larger dishes now. He uses his gut for leverage, his doughy stomach sinking under the weight of the pans as Garcia makes sure to remove every last drop of water. Clearly not careful to remove most of the water immediately, Garcia’s already tight top is wet. His skin begins to show through the translucent fabric.

Gilliam pats at his forehead with the hand towel as he finishes his task of cleaning. His task finally complete, he focuses his attention over to his husband. Which he nearly snorts at with a grin.

“You’re finally taking some time to look at what a handsome husband you have?” Garcia grins right back. He also puts down the pan he dries, already done drying it some time ago.

“I always have time,” Gilliam brings himself closer. He pushes at Garcia with his gut, slowly using his bulk to turn his husband while also guiding him with his blubbery left arm. “But if I don’t do the chores my husband asks me to do, then what does that make me?”

Garcia allows himself to be guided by Gilliam. Their guts touch up against each other, both of their stomachs smushed as they take slow waddles. “It’d mean you're not such a hard-ass,” Garcia smiles when he sees a blush form on Gilliam’s face.

“Then I guess I won’t listen when you tell me to eat another plate,” Gilliam quips back.

“Like you need the encouragement,”

“Neither do you,”

His retort thrown back at him, all Garcia can do is laugh. “Guess all we can do is blame ourselves then. Not that I have any complaints,” Their left hands still interlocked, two sets of pudgy fingers happily held together, Garcia uses his free hand to grasp at the other’s belly. His thumb in Gilliam’s belly button, Garcia’s palm is smothered in belly flab as he holds the underside of such a doughy gut.

“I have no complaint,” Gilliam’s smile widens as he reaches the wall, well, as Garcia reaches the wall, his husband’s ass pinned to it. He himself stands a couple feet away from it with both of them so round and taking up so much space. Gilliam uses the extra couple of inches of height he has on his husband to pin him to the wall. Which he doesn’t even need to use, Garcia allowing himself to be in such a position.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Garcia asks. He gives Gilliam’s belly a small shake, staring at the way his husband’s belly slowly jiggles like waves crashing onto a beach.

Gilliam does his best to reach around both his and Garcia’s guts to grope his husband's ass. “We are tied once again. You want to break my winning streak?”

Garcia grins at the touch before suddenly becoming stiff. “Not if the food burns!”

Giving his husband a kiss, Gilliam presses both his hands on Garcia’s gut, reaching underneath his shirt to rub at it. But only for a brief moment, pushing himself off his husband by using his massive belly as leverage. As swiftly as he can move out of the way, lugging one large thigh past the other, he does his best to make enough room for Garcia. “I’ll set the plates,”

“Good, I’m starving so I’m sure you must be too,” Garcia rests a hand on Gilliam’s belly as he waddles past him, his fingers slowly grazing over the soft, blubbery stomach.

After Garcia makes his way through, Gilliam waddles over to the cupboards. “Make sure you eat everything,” He pulls out extra large dishes, the set purchased to allow them to eat more per serving.

“I’ll gladly eat my fill as long as you do. I know you can’t resist my cooking,” He slowly brings the pot roast over to the already set table.

The table really mostly meant for the two of them, the furniture is made extra long for the two to sit side by side. Though now they have to sit across from each other, the poor bench most likely not able to withstand an entire half ton of weight. As Garcia places the pot roast and goes back to retrieve the other side dishes, he smiles at his eager husband already sitting down.

As Garcia sits down and makes himself comfortable —after adjusting his gut multiple times— the two grin at each other in anticipation.

Neither wait for a single confirmation. Instead, they dig in and start their competition, both somehow even more eager and competitive now when it comes to eating compared to their arm wrestling so many years ago. Not that either mind, the obese married men content with each other.

#my writing #fat emblem #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #male weight gain #maleweightgain

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theladyofbloodshed · 1 year

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inspired by this post, i love the idea of nesta gaining weight after her recovery and her s/o (eris, azriel, or cassian whoever it may be) being absolutely in love and obsessed with her weight gain.

Awwww I loved this prompt. I've set it as if Nesta and Eris are married in the future.

‘I’ve gained weight.’

Nesta turned in front of the mirror, examining the cut of her grey dress on her body. The sleeves were tighter on her upper arms, her collar bones no longer protruded beneath the skin, and when she sat, her stomach had rolls. Multiple.

Eris came to stand behind her, hands resting on her shoulders.

‘You only ate a meal if I stood and watched you when you first came here,’ he reminded her.

That was true. She had lived through poverty then depression. Nesta starved herself as a punishment some days. Other days it was less of a punishment, more because she couldn’t muster the energy to get out of bed and feed herself. Eris had put her on a regimented plan that slowly built up the number of meals she ate every day and increased the size until it became a habit to dine together for all three. Then Nesta found that she enjoyed eating. Meals became a social activity filled with friends and laughter. Wherever Eris went, he brought her home sugary treats too.

‘I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been.’

He turned her from the mirror to face him. His brows drew into a frown. ‘Are you unhappy about that?’

‘Yes. No. I don’t know. Stop feeding me so much cake. I won’t fit in my clothes.’

‘But you love cake. I’ll buy you more clothes.’

When they readied for bed, his amber eyes canvassed the pale skin of her body on display with desire. Nesta was conscious of the gain in her weight. It had steadily arrived, but only now could she notice the changes in her body. She was softer around the edges, no longer prickly bone. Her breasts had gotten larger and they’d become a cushion to her friend’s baby whenever Nesta got her hands on him. She used to feel the cold terribly, but it wasn’t as bad anymore.

Nesta rejected Eris’ advances when he’d tried to touch her, preferring to curl onto her side in the bed than let him remove her shift so she was naked. His body pressed behind hers on the mattress. A hand spread along her thigh.

‘It has stretch-marks, now. Not just there but on my stomach too. And my hips.’

‘They’re natural.’

‘I hate them.’

‘They will fade. Let me kiss them.’

Nesta wiggled closer to him, to stop him, and was met with a kiss on the back of her neck instead. ‘I wouldn’t mind if I was carrying a child, but I’m carrying dessert. Why do you let me eat pudding after every meal?’

Eris chuckled in the darkness. ‘Because you are so delightfully happy each time the servants present the evening’s pudding – and I rather like not being your enemy.’ He kissed her again, this time on her shoulder. ‘You’d accept a changing body to bring a child into the world so why won’t you accept a changing body because you’re happier now?’

And she was happier. Life as Eris’ wife was happier than anything she could have imagined when she was turned fae. Every day, he made her laugh. Every day, he’d dance with her or take her out for adventures, showing her new places in Prythian. They visited new towns, tried new foods, met new friends.

‘I don’t know. I’m heavier now.’

‘Does it change who you are?’ Another kiss to her spine. ‘You are still the same brave, clever female who runs rings around stiff council members with your charming wit. Only now, your eyes aren’t ringed with shadow, your cheeks aren’t hollow and you can sit on my lap without stabbing me.’ Eris trailed kisses down her arm. ‘I see a female of blood and milk.’

‘You don’t mind that I’m heavier?’

His hand settled on her stomach. It was an involuntary move to breathe in, as if to somehow trick him that she didn’t have a belly. ‘My wife is happy and healthy which makes me a happy husband.’

Only in the darkness could she give a voice to her niggling fear. ‘You still like my body?’

Eris made a sort of growl in the back of his throat and pressed his body to hers so Nesta could feel exactly how much he liked her body. ‘I love all of your body. I did before and I do now. I love you even more because you’re happier. If I had it my way, you’d be naked and on top of me right now.’ A hand gripped her thigh, squeezing gently. ‘This is mine. I would kiss all of you from head to toe then toe to head until the sun rose.’

#neris #acotar snippet

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i-fondued · 1 year

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 9

Chapter Nine - The Bath Incident

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags!

A/N: This one is for sure heavy on Terzo this time around but Copia will have his time to shine next chapter, don’t you worry ahaha

Chapter One - HERE

Chapter Two - HERE

Chapter Three - HERE

Chapter Four - HERE

Chapter Five - HERE

Chapter Six - HERE

Chapter Seven - HERE

Chapter Eight - HERE

AO3 Link - HERE

I woke up later than I had ever before.

I looked at the clock on my bedside table and saw it was nearly noon. Copia had left the bed, his side rumpled and tossed about. I felt a warm presence behind me as I stretched out lazily. Turning as gently as I could I saw Terzo stirring as he woke up, arms coming around my waist to tug me to him. As he pulled me against him I realized not only was he completely naked but that he was hard and pressing against my belly, a flush coming to my cheeks.

“Amore…mmh.” He grumbled, burying his face in my chest and pressing sleepy kisses to my warm skin. “You need rest…”

“I think I’ve slept an entire day, Terzo.” I chuckled, tangling my legs with his and curling my arms around him. I ran my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head. “I’ve got to get up, I need to speak with Imperator.”

“Il vecchio pipistrello può aspettare…” He whined, hands slipping from my waist to cup my ass, the heat of his bare hands bleeding through the thin muslin ritual gown. “Stay here with me.”

He tilted his head up to look at me, his face washed of paints, and smiled softly as his hand cupped my cheeks before he tugged me to him with a soft kiss. I sighed into his mouth as my lips parted to let his tongue run over my own. My fingers tugged on his hair which earned a groan from him that made me smirk into our kiss. He pushed against my hips with his own and rolled me onto my back as he settled between my legs. My ritual dress slid up my thighs as I wrapped one leg around his waist.

“Tesoro…” He groaned, lips kissing down the column of my throat while he sucked and bit at the sensitive flesh. I moaned quietly, rolling my hips against him, and lost myself in the feeling of his weight on top of me. “Please…”

He sounded so needy at this moment, thrusting his hips to grind his cock against my bare core. I shuddered, nipples pebbing as he ran his thumb across them over the gown. I felt the lust bubbling in my belly, suddenly needy for him too but the chiming of the clock made me groan. Pulling away from him was torture, I whimpered as I ran my hands down my face, Terzo was not in the least bit detoured. His hands ran down my sides and my thighs before slipping to tease my wet slit, my hips jumping up to gain any friction.

“Terzo…” I groaned, hands reaching to grab his wrist. “We can’t…not right now.”

“Amore, per favore…” He begged, hips grinding as we both hissed in pleasure. “Sarò veloce, si?”

He cupped my cunt, fingers teasing me as I moaned and writhed beneath him. I felt his hand pull away, whimpering at the loss of contact, and I gasped as he pushed himself inside me. He was buried to the base of his cock inside me and he moaned in my ear as he curled around me, arms sliding under me to hold me against him. My arms scrambled to wrap around him as he sat back on his haunches, hips grinding and thrusting slowly as I panted in his ear. There had been other times where Terzo took me slowly in the morning, loving Italian words mumbled in my ear as we searched for pleasure in eachother’s bodies. For some reason this felt different, this felt like it meant more.

One of his arms was wrapped around my back, the other slipped into my hair to cradle my head as we kissed. I rolled my hips against his thrusts, my hands tangled in his hair as I rode him. I felt the heat in my belly pooling, the depth of his cock inside me hitting the most pleasurable spots as we rocked against each other. I rested my forehead against his, our moans and pants mingling in the space between us.

“Bellissima, Sorella…” He purred, leaning to press soft kisses across my heated chest. I squirmed and gasped, nails scratching at his back and shoulders as my cunt clenched against him. “Ti amo…”

“Terzo…” I sighed his name, heart clenching as he spoke. “Please…”

“Per favore cosa, tesoro?”

“I need you…” I begged, cheeks flushed as I rocked against him faster, chasing my orgasm that was looming in front of me. “I’m close.”

Terzo pushed forward, laying me back down tenderly before taking my legs and slinging them over his shoulder. He thrusted roughly, the sound of our slick skin coming together seeming louder as I gasped at the pleasure of him hitting deep inside me. I felt the pull behind my navel and I gripped the sheets in my hand, back arching.

“Terzo…” I groaned, eyes rolling back in my head as the pleasure washed over me in waves.

“Vieni a prendermi, Sorella.” He hissed, rolling his hips roughly against me. “Sii una brava ragazza per Papa.”

It didn’t take much, a few more thrusts and I cried out his name. My hands came to claw at his back as he snapped his hips a few more times before he groaned my name, cock twitching inside me as he filled me with his seed. Terzo collapsed on top of me, both of us boneless and breathing heavily. He kissed my sweaty chest, murmuring soft words into my skin as I brushed the hair from his sweat soaked brow.

“Terzo…” I mumbled, his head looking up at me with a saited look in his eyes. My cheeks flushed as I struggled to put together the words I desperately wanted to tell him.

“Si?”

As I opened my mouth to confess my feelings, ones I’d been holding back, there was a soft knock at the door. Copia peaked in, he was dressed in his black cassock and biretta today, and he had a serious look in his eyes.

“If you two are finished, Seestor Imperator has asked for Sorella to report to her immediately.” His voice was worried, I could pick up that much.

“I’ll take a quick shower and we’ll go.” I sighed, pushing at Terzo and slipping from the bed and into the bathroom. I heard Terzo groan as he stood and started to follow me, I called back to him as I closed the door practically in his face. “Go shower in your own room, you pushy old man! It’s your fault we're running this late!”

I heard Copia burst into laughter in the other room as I turned on the shower and pulled the ritual gown over my head. I couldn’t help the small smile on my lips as I stepped into the shower.

…

When I finally emerged from my bedroom and into the living room, both men were dressed and chatting on the couch in front of the fireplace. They both paused and stood as I stepped into the room, Terzo letting out a low whistle.

“I could get used to you like this, Cara Mia…” He purred, coming to take my hand and kiss my knuckles.

I had dressed for battle, unsure what was going to happen at this meeting. I wanted to make sure I looked the part of Prime Mover, that nobody would doubt that was what I was here to do. I knew that I had been given not only a gift but a task by Lucifer himself and I would be damned if I failed him.

I wore a long black dress that had buttons from the high collar down to the bottom, the skirt stopped about mid calf and was tiered to give it more flow as I walked. There was a sash in the middle to nip the dress in at my waist, the sleeves were in a peasant style that tapered in at my wrist. I had also made sure to do my hair properly and try to make sure no strand was out of place, my make-up was minimal but dark around my eyes. Around my neck I wore my rosary, the grucifix dangling just below my breasts. On my feet I wore a pair of Mary Janes, the only shoes that looked remotely comfortable.

My eyes locked on Copia and I shivered at the heat in his gaze, reaching out to take his hand as well. He instinctively took mine and tucked it in the crook of his arm. Terzo took my free hand and did the same as we walked out of my room and into the hall.

“Come, Stellina. We will be with you every step of the way.” Copia said, voice sounding stronger than I felt as we walked down to Sister Imperator’s office on the ground floor.

“Si, it is the three of us now.” Terzo smiled, looking at both Copia and I with a warm look in his eyes.

The day after Samhain meant the siblings were off today, no classes and very few chores besides cleaning up from the party the night before. I saw very few siblings as we walked, the three of us arm in arm, the ones that I did see seemed to give us a respectful bow. Some locked eyes with mine and had a flash of envy but most bowed with quiet good mornings.

“I need you both to trust me, okay?” I mumbled as we approached Sister Imperator’s office door. “After the meeting I will tell you everything Terzo, I swear. I-I just need you to follow my lead okay?”

“Si, Tesoro. I trust you completely, just as I trust that Lucifer has plans for us. Together.” He took my hand and kiss my knuckles again, pulling my attention from the dread in my stomach to the man on my left. Terzo’s face was warm and open, eager almost, as I smiled weakly.

“Papa is right, Sorella. We both trust you to make the right call.’ Copia leaned to press a kiss to my temple, soothing the anxiety building in my throat before he reached out to knock on the door. “We are in this together, regardless of the results.”

“Come in!” Imperator’s voice called out and I took a deep breath as Copia pushed open the door and gestured for me to step in. Terzo right behind me, his hand on the small of my back steading as I took in the Emeritus family and Imperator, all eyes locked on me.

Imperator was sitting behind her desk, Nihil in a chair next to her with his oxygen can hissing slightly. Primo was sitting by the windows on the back wall, leaning back in his chair and looking out on the view of the sprawling grounds of the abbey. Secondo was standing in front of the fireplace on the right side of the office, a glass of scotch in his hand. His eyes locked with me and he let out a small shaky breath.

“Good to see you up and moving, Sorella.” He grumbled, tipping his glass at me as he spoke. “You had me worried at the end there but you do seem to have a talent for rituals…”

“T-Thank you, Secondo.” I stuttered, taken aback by the almost warm tone to the man’s voice and kind words.

Copia helped guide me to sit in the lone chair in front of Imperator’s desk. Terzo stood on my left side and Copia to my right. Both of them had placed their hands on the high back of the chair, their bodies turned to face the council sitting in front of us. I tried to not squirm but I was anxious with so many eyes on me, hands ringing together in my lap.

“Now, Sister, please explain to us what happened last night.” Sister Imperator’s tone was even and level but the look in her eyes told me to not leave anything out.

I didn’t tell them quite everything, but everything important to my decision.

I left out the visions of Copia, Terzo and I tangled between the sheets together; knowing that neither of them would like me to relay that information about the nature of our relationship. I told them everything Lucifer had said about becoming a Prime Mover; to continue the line, to protect his flock, and to keep the Satanic Church going. I also left out everything about my vision the night before, knowing that wasn’t going to result in anything productive from anyone. Everyone was looking at me pensively, Nihil was the first one to speak.

“So what is your decision, Sister?” His voice rattled in his chest, taking a deep breath from his oxygen mask. I took a steading breath, glancing up to both the men at my sides and straightening my spine as I tried to look like a true Prime Mover.

“We will be bound, all three of us. That is Lucifer’s wish as it is mine.”

All hell broke loose at that moment.

Secondo, who had still been standing by the fire, choked on his drink. He was coughing, pounding on his own chest as he tried to clean the burning liquid from his lungs. Primo looked far too pleased with himself, his eyes locking with Secondo’s coughing form.

“You owe me a hundred bucks, fratellino…” Primo laughed while reaching out to Secondo who whipped around and flipped him off.

“Hustling old coot…” Secondo wheezed, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and handing his brother a crisp bill.

Imperator for her part didn’t look surprised in the least, in fact she nodded along with me before jumping in her seat as Nihil burst into angry shouting, sputtering in both English and Italian. I also startled, lurching back at the heat in his reaction. Terzo instantly jumped to my defense in a mix of English and Italian also. My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. Copia's face was stoic but he gave me a small nod and it brought me comfort, my hand coming up to rest on top of his before turning back to the Emeritus brood’s infighting.

“Enough!” Terzo’s voice bellowed as he slammed his hands onto the desktop, eyes blazing as he glared at his father’s milky gaze. “Sorella has done everything that you have asked of her to prove to you what she must choose, now you dare to say she is unfit for the call that Lucifer himself has chosen for her?”

“Terzo…” Copia sighed warningly, knowing that escalating this could turn out badly for all of us. “Calmati, Fratello…”

“Calma? Osa mettere in discussione la guida di Lucifero stesso perché non ritiene opportuno permettermi di condividere mia moglie?” Calm? He dares to question the guidance of Lucifer himself because he doesn't see fit to allow me to share my wife? Terzo roared, turning his fury on Copia. “Come puoi stare lì e prendere gli insulti da lui?” How can you stand there and take the insults from him?

“Terzo…” I sighed, reaching out to try and snag his hand. Trying to bring him back to me and reel him in. “It’s okay, I’m not insulted.”

Terzo, too fired up to stand still, walked over to Secondo and grabbed the scotch glass. Without protest from the older brother, Terzo drained the glass and handed it back to him. He came back and leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of my head before standing to my left again, eyes blazing as he glared at Nihil. The eldest Emeritus was unperturbed by Terzo’s outburst as he took a few breaths from his oxygen mask before speaking again.

“Things are just not done this way, I’m sorry Sorella.” Nihil rumbled, looking to Imperator for back up. When he seemed to find none he continued. “There just hasn’t been another Prime Mover who wasn’t bound to one man and one man only.”

“Actually, Father…” Primo perked up, standing and shuffling his way closer to his father and Sister Imperator. “There have been a few examples of both Satanic Church seats sharing a single Prime Mover.”

From the sleeve of his chasuble he pulled out a small leather book, the cover worn and pages yellowed with time. He opened the small book and handed it to Nihil who struggled to read it before Primo continued.

“The most recent example was around the renaissance era,” Primo’s voice was soft as he spoke, a small smirk on his face. “During which both the Papal seat and the Cardinale seat shared a single Prime Mover. Their pairing resulted in the birth of the Emeritus line actually…this was her diary.”

All three other Emeritus males whipped their heads in his direction, walking to take a look at the small leather journal. Primo locked eyes with me and gave me a wink as he walked back to his spot by the window. NIhil reviewed the diary, milky gaze hard as he skimmed the pages before handing it to Imperator. His face looked like he was pouting in his own way, seeming irritated he’d forgotten a fact about his own family. She also seemed to skim through it before placing the book on her desk, rubbing at her temples as she let out a heavy sigh.

“Satan be good, this family will be the death of me…” She groaned before looking at me, her gaze locking with mine. “If Lucifer wishes it, Sister, then who are we to question his wisdom?”

My heart thumped painfully in my chest as my hands took Copia and Terzo’s hands in each of them, both of them giving me a little squeeze back.

“S-so you’ll support us?” I whispered, not able to trust my voice to be stronger.

“Yes Sister, we here at the Abbey support your ascension and your binding.” She sighed, sitting back in her chair and looking at the calendar on her desk. My heart was now doing somersaults in my chest. This was happening, this was real. “As for a timeline of events there is much preparation we’ll need to do in the meantime…”

“Preparations? For what?” I asked, eyebrows knitting together as I watched Imperator pull out a pen and start making notes in a large black leather binder.

“Your various ceremonies and rituals, my darling.” She chuckled, giving me a look that clearly meant she thought I was stupid. “You didn’t think this was the end of it did you?”

“Well I guess I didn’t think that far ahead…”

“Papa will be on tour beginning in the new year, and I know you’ll need time to honeymoon together the three of you…” She wasn’t even looking at us as she spoke, she just kept writing notes down. “With that in mind we’ll need to hold your six ceremonies before then.”

“Six?!” I gasped, looking to Terzo and Copia for support but even they looked at me like I had six heads. “What could we possibly need six ceremonies for?”

“There are many traditions and rituals to complete prior to your bindings, Sister.” She spoke to me like I was a child, placing her pen down to look at me with an arched brow. “We’ll need time to take you to have several gowns made and not to mention the balls and galas you’ll have to attend. Adding in that you are becoming Prime Mover and being bound to both heads of the church there is much to celebrate and plan for this momentous occasion.”

“Seestor is right, Sorella.” Copia’s voice was like honey, soothing my anxiety at the thought of being the center of attention for so many events. “It is not every day Papa finds his Prime Mover.”

“And it is not every day a Cardinale is bound to a Prime Mover either, eh Cardinale?” Terzo teased, elbowing Copia in the ribs, earning a slight glare from the Cardinal.

“As I was saying…” Imperator’s tone was frosty as she glared at Terzo before looking back at me. “There will be six ceremonies leading up to your binding rituals. The first one will be next week, a simple engagement party of sorts.”

Imperator continued to talk about all the ceremonies and my head started to spin as she spoke of planning and meetings she would set up for her and I to work together to prepare me for this next step. I was overwhelmed and she must have sensed it, pausing mid-sentence to clear her throat. She spoke of several important clergy members who would be coming and staying over the next few weeks leading up to the night before the Yule holiday.

“I-I’m sorry, why the day before yule?” I questioned, brows knitting together.

“We’d decided you were to be bound together on Yule. It is the celebration of rebirth and continuation of the new year. It should bring much luck to the union.” Nihil grumbled, clearly still salty and put out. I didn’t have the heart to remind him Lucifer himself blessed our relationship.

“We can go over more of this tomorrow, yes Sister?”

“Yes, Sister Imperator.” I nodded, trying my best to reassure her I was capable of all this when all I wanted to do was run and hide in my library office with my scrolls and translations.

Sensing the meeting was coming to a close, Papa Nihil stood and gave both of the men at my side a small nod before he and Sister Imperator slipped from her office. Both spoke quietly to each other about traditions and plans for the next few weeks. Primo came to me first, his work worn hands coming to cup my face, a smile on his face.

“Welcome to la famiglia, Sorella.” He chuckled, placing a kiss on each cheek. He reached out to shake Copia’s hand, the cardinal looking a little taken aback at the gesture. “You as well, Cardinale.”

“Th-thank you, Primo.” I smiled, a lump settling in my throat at the warm look on Primo’s face.

At the very least I knew I always had Terzo’s brothers on our side. Primo tugged Terzo into a tight hug that even seemed to shock him at the strength of it as he spoke of his fratellino becoming a man. Secondo shook Copia’s hand as well before coming to shove Terzo playfully before Terzo attempted to get him in a headlock, a move that earned him a smack to the back of his head.

“Yes welcome Sorella, don’t screw it up fratello. You either, Cardinale.” Secondo’s tone was hard as always but there was a small smirk on his face that conveyed he was happy.

“I’m happy to be part of it…” I said, voice thick with emotion. Both Terzo and Copia caught the sound of it, perking to look back at me and take my hand. “I’m feeling very sappy about the whole thing I think.”

Copia brushed his lips against my temple as Terzo kissed my knuckles. I blinked away the happy tears and looked back at my soon to be in-laws of sorts. Primo looked the part of happy grandfather, Secondo the grumpy uncle. I felt like I belonged more here than I ever had before, I knew I was making the right choice no matter how difficult it would seem.

“Come, cara mia. Let us get you back to your rooms and get something to eat, si?” Terzo’s arm came to wrap around my waist as he tugged me towards him. “Then it's time for relaxations.”

Together, the three of us said out good-byes to the Emeritus brothers and headed back to my rooms. I had my arms looped with both of theirs with a silly grin on my face. Copia was the one to open the doors for us, a mischievous look on his face. I stepped in and he pulled me from Terzo’s arms, scooping me up bridal style.

“C-Copia! Put me down!” I shrieked, arms wrapping around his neck in fear he was going to drop me. “I am perfectly capable of walking.”

“I think relaxation calls for a bath, don’t you Terzo?” Copia smirked while striding right for my bedroom. Terzo, for his part, looked far too pleased with himself as he tugged his shoes off and scrambled after us.

“Si, Cardinale, I believe this is your best idea all day.”

…

I had to admit, Copia and Terzo were a thousand percent correct. Though…I would never actually admit that to either of them, knowing it would go right to their already inflated egos.

I was in my comically oversized clawfoot tub with both Terzo and Copia comfortable nestled on either end of the tub. My back was leaning against Copia, my head nestled against his chest, and my legs were in Terzo’s lap. The bathroom was steamy with the hot water in the tub. Terzo had lit some candles and left the lights off which made the room feel hazy and cozy, Copia had found an old boom box and had been playing something that vaguely sounded like classical. Terzo had been rubbing my feet and I whimpered as he stretched out my arches, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as we soaked.

“Are you feeling properly relaxed, Tesoro?” He teased, fingers sliding up my ankle to my calf. I peeked open my eyes and giggled as I splashed some water in his direction as his hands wandered up my knees and thighs. “I can think of something that would be even more relaxing, eh?”

“I am perfectly relaxed, Terzo.” I smiled, shimmying slightly against Copia who’s hands came to settle on my hips. My breath hitching as he guided me back against him, grinding my hips against him, as Copia leaned to whisper in my ear.

“Papa is right, Topolino…” He purred, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. I squirmed as my eyes locked with Terzo’s hungry gaze on the other side of the tub. “Il piacere è il modo migliore per rilassarsi veramente.”

My eyes closed, cheeks flushed, as I soaked in the feeling of Terzo’s wandering hands and Copia’s teasing kisses on my neck and shoulder. I arched my back as Terzo’s fingers brushed against my hardened nipples, a whimper slipping from my lips as he chuckled and continued to tease my sensitive flesh.

“Bellissima…” Terzo breathed, leaning forward slightly to take one into his mouth, I cried out and slipped my fingers into his hair.

“Voglio vederti prendere lei, Terzo.” Copia’s voice was thick with lust, his hips grinding against mine absentmindedly as he spoke. “Show me how you like fuck her.”

I moaned as Terzo pulled me to him, lamenting the loss of Copia’s hands on my hips and thighs momentarily before I was engulfed in Terzo’s arms. Instantly he was on me, his lips crashing to mine as he sat up on his knees in the bath. My arms wrapped around his neck to pull him close as we gasped and moaned into each other's open mouths. His hands came to cup my ass as he pulled me flush against him, his hard cock grinding against my wet slit. Terzo’s lips pressed against my throat and I dug my nails into his scalp which earned me a groan from him. The lust pooling in my belly clenched as I felt Terzo’s hand slip between my legs, fingers teasing my dripping cunt.

“You are already so wet for your Papa, Sorella.” He chuckled into my neck as his fingers circled my clit lazily, my hips flinching forward and seeking any friction I could.

“Terzo…” I whimpered, my forehead resting on his shoulder as I panted. “Please.”

“Please what, Stellina?” Copia’s voice startled me slightly, I had almost forgotten we weren’t alone. My eyes drifted behind me to lock with his heated gaze. “Tell Papa what you need…”

“I-I…” I stammered, cheeks flushed, before whimpering as Terzo’s fingers teased my entrance, walls clenching for his fingers as he pulled away. “I need you…inside me.”

“Turn around Sorella. I want to see the face you make when you cum.” Copia’s voice was thick like honey and just as smooth as he spoke. Terzo helped me turn around, my hands gripping onto the edge of the bathtub as I leaned forward.

I felt Terzo’s cock press against my cunt and I gasped, arching my back to him as he slid into me. His hand came to press on my lower back to arch my hips for a better angle as he groaned. His freehand came to slip between my legs as he rocked his hips sensually against me, fingers teasing my clit. I shook as I held myself up, eyes screwing shut as he began to move in and out of me at a torturously slow pace. I felt someone grip my chin and my eyes flew open as Copia’s mismatched gaze locked on mine, his eyes dark with a small smirk on his face.

“Eyes on me, si?” He purred, voice low and dangerous. My cheeks heated as I groaned, Terzo’s slow lusty thrusts hitting a sensitive spot inside me.

“Y-Yes Sir.” I whimpered, his thumb playing with my bottom lip as I spoke.

“Good girl.”

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt my wall clenched tightly against Terzo’s cock. The man behind me moaned, leaning to press soft kisses to my bare back as he rocked into me. I arched my back when Terzo’s fingers brushed against my clit as he begun to slam his hips into me. I cried out and rolled my hips back against his thrusts while my whole body shuddered.

“Cara Mia.” Terzo groaned, reaching to grip my shoulder to help pull me back to meet his thrusts. “Sei così bella…”

His free hand moved from my hip to tease my clit again, causing me to shudder against him as I panted. My eyes never left Copia’s face as he watched us, my cheek flushed as the unbridled lust in his eyes.

“Terzo…” I whimpered, cunt clenching as I felt his fingers brush against my sensitive clit as he pounded into me. I cried out as I felt Copia’s fingers reach and brush against my peaked nipples. “C-Copia…”

“Tell us what you need, Topolino…” Copia’s lips were barely brushing against mine as I gasped at the feeling of their hands on my body.

“I need you…both of you…” I whimpered, pushing forward to try and kiss him before he pulled away from me. Terzo’s grip on my shoulder tightened, effectively pinning me where I was in his arms, and I whined.

“Ah, ah Sorella.” Copia chuckled, taking my chin in his hand and dragging my bottom lip down with his thumb. “You haven’t earned that right yet…”

“Cardinale is right, Tesoro…” Terzo purred in my ear as he continued to thrust into me. “Very soon we will ascend together, entangled together in bliss. But not yet.”

I whimpered as Copia leaned to press soft kisses on my cheeks and the corners of my lips. He chuckled as I writhed against Terzo, overstimulated but not in the way I was so desperate for. Without warning, Copia hungrily kissed me. His tongue in my mouth as I panted and moaned. His hand came up to grip the hair at the base of my neck, tugging my head to a sharp angle and earning a hiss of pleasure from me.

“Che ragazza cattiva, Sorella.” Copia’s voice was thick with lust as he spoke, my eyes drooping with pleasure but making sure to meet his gaze. “However shall I punish you tonight, hm?”

“P-punish?” I stuttered, my cunt clenching in anticipation making Terzo grunt behind me.

“Si…it has been far too long since I’ve given you a proper spanking I think…” His tone was soft but the glint in his eyes made me shiver in anticipation. “Even longer since I have bound you to my bed, teasing you till you were sobbing for release.”

“Cardinal…” I whimpered, orgasm building to a tight pull behind my navel. I arched my back, panting as Copia’s hand took my cheeks in his hand and “Please…”

“Ah, Sorella, where are your manners? It is Papa you should be begging, not me.” Copia chuckled darkly as he pushed my chin back to look over my shoulder. “Go on, beg your Papa…”

I felt delirious. Between the steamy bathroom, the feeling of Terzo slamming into me while mumbling jumbled words of praise, and Copia’s dark tone and way he was handling my body; I was on fire. Vaguely I was aware of the water splashing all over the floor but I didn’t care, all I thought about was how much I needed to cum. I felt the sting behind my navel and I cried out. Tears spilled from my eyes in frustration as Terzo’s fingers barely brushed against my clit.

“I’m waiting, Tesoro…” Terzo chuckled darkly, breathing ragged as he slipped a hand into my hair and tugged against my scalp to get my to arch back against him. “Implora la tua liberazione.”

“Please. Please Papa…” I cried, panting and grinding against him. “Touch my clit, let me cum.”

“Vieni per me, Sorella. Now.”

I felt his grip in my hair loosen, his fingers swirling around my clit quickly as his hips snapped into me and hit that sensitive place deep inside me. Copia’s grip on my chin tighten as he turned my face and forced me to meet his eyes. I practically shreked as my orgasm washed over me, stars blossoming in my vision as I fought to keep myself upright and head out of the water. Copia’s hand shot out to help hold me upright as the waves of pleasure washed over me. A few more rough thrusts, his grip on my hips tight, and Terzo grunted his release as his cock twitched inside me.

I panted, eyes barely open as Terzo leaned over and pressed soft kisses to my bare shoulder while mumbling loving Italian words against my skin. I felt Copia’s fingers brush against my cheek and I smiled sleepily at him.

“Such a good girl, Sorella…” He crooned, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I started to reach for him and he snatched my wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my wrist. “I would like to savor you tonight, Amore. I have big plans.”

I couldn’t help the shudder that ran down my spine as I sunk into his arms like putty.

…

When we finally managed to get out of the bath, Terzo had sent one of his ghouls to go and pick up some take-out from a Chinese restaurant down in town.

“Terzo, I don’t mind cooking for us.” I laughed, coming to sit in Copia’s lap in the living room. I was wearing a big fluffy bathrobe and my hair was up in a towel after taking a quick shower. “It’s my night anyways.”

“Nonsense, Amore. It has been a long day for us all, let us have this relaxation, si?” He chuckled, arms stretched out over the back of the sofa.

The three of us chatted amicably, laughing and teasing as we soaked in the warmth of the fireplace and company. There was a soft knock on the door which caused Terzo to leap up.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” I teased, padding into the kitchen to pull out plates and glasses for the wine Terzo had left chilling in the refrigerator. Copia had followed me, dressed casually for once in a red tracksuit and black t-shirt. He helped me bring everything to the kitchen table and set things in place as Terzo walked in with two massive bags.

“Jesus Terz, did you order the whole restaurant?” I laughed before taking in the look on his face. “What?”

“This has arrived for you, Tesoro. There is one for Copia and I as well, tucked into our doors, according to my ghoul.” Terzo’s voice sounded concerned, eyes locking with Copia who seemed to have a stricken look on his face.

Terzo handed me a black envelope that had Prime Mover scrawled on the front in blood red ink, the letter sealed with red wax.

Dear Prime Mover Canidate,

This is a formal summons of questioning from the Board of the Clergy in Vatican City, Italy. We are requesting your presence to review the decision to proceed with your formal ascension to status of Prime Mover and the candidates for your binding. The following canidate(s) have also received summoning letters:

Papa Alessandro “Terzo” Emeritus III

Cardinal Francesco Copia

Please plan accordingly as we will be hosting a formal ball and supper as a gesture of good faith and in your honor for this most auspicious occasion.

We look forward to meeting with you and will expect to see your letter of arrival dates by next week.

Pleasures and Hail Satan,

Cardinal Niccolo Veritas

Steward to the Saltarian

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