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Wedding/Divorce month row bingo
Creator Name: Sonja Jade
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Black Lagoon, Attack on Titan, Ore Monogatari! (And I own none of these things nor make any profit from these fics)
List of Prompts: “Three times a bridesmaid”, “Such a Gentleman”, Free space (“Making it work”), “Humping on the couch”, “Bets/dares”
Link to Card: http://sonjajade.dreamwidth.org/521.html
Title: Permission Granted
Fandom: Black Lagoon
Prompt: “Such a Gentleman”
Medium: Fic
Size: 518 words
Rating: T
Warnings: None that I can think of?
Summary/Preview: Boris is her right hand man, always loyal and proper and strict- even when they both wish he wasn’t.
Notes: Daragaya means 'darling', sladkaya means 'honey'
Balalaika hardly ever drank, her only vices being fine cigars and the occasional nip of brandy. However, if she decided to drink more than that, it always led to the same place…
“Daragaya, take me to bed,” she slurred, her suit jacket draped over the back of an armchair in her office.
Boris closed his eyes and sighed. “Kapitan, you’ve had too much to drink. I should record some of the things you say when you’re so drunk.”
Balalaika waved his words away. “I’ve still got my wits about me, Sergeant!” she exclaimed as she stumbled in her pumps. “And right now what I want is you.” Once he was within range, she grasped his lapels and pulled him down to her level. “Tonight’s the night we finally get to know each other properly.”
Boris felt his face heat, and despite his desires, he swallowed hard and pushed her gently away. “You’re drunk, Kapitan. I’ve told you- you want to do this, we do it straight. I don’t take advantage of drunk women.”
The scarred blonde reached up and pulled the elastic from her hair, letting it spill down around her shoulders. Carefully, she unbuttoned her shirt and opened it, then unfastened her bra and let her breasts free from the confines of the silk and wires that supported her.
“But I want you to take advantage of me, Daragaya…” She tossed her clothing to the side and stepped out of her skirt awkwardly. “I could make it an order, if that makes it easier.” She wobbled in her shoes, now wearing nothing but the black heels and a pair of black satin panties. Even with her body so scarred, she carried herself as if she were a goddess. Boris took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, Sofiya… I can’t… It wouldn’t be right.”
“But you do want to?”
He took his sport coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Yes. But not like this. Now let’s get you to bed so you can get some sleep.”
She shook her head as he led her down the hall. “The Japanese say only fool turns down a woman who’s offering herself.”
“And the Russians say if you fuck a drunk woman and she regrets it in the morning, she’ll shoot you in the balls. I’d rather be a fool with balls, if you don’t mind, sir.” They reached her bedroom door and he ushered her inside. He kissed her temple and she stopped him before he could leave.
“You’ve always been a good man, such a gentleman and an honorable soldier. Wish you’d show me the bad boy just under the surface.”
Licking his lips, and knowing she was too blitzed to remember, he said, “Sober up, then I’ll give you one hell of a ride, sladkaya.” He saw the way she smiled at him, biting her lip and tossing her hair over her shoulder…
“Damn your morality,” she said, turning away from him, removing his jacket and throwing it toward him backward. “We definitely will discuss this tomorrow.”
He pulled the door closed behind him, knowing they wouldn’t.
Title: Ante Up
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Prompt: “Bets/dares”
Medium: Fic
Size: 272
Rating: T
Warnings: Old men playing strip poker in lieu of foreplay.
Summary/Preview: Erwin was sure he could bluff his way into winning at least his shirt back from Levi, but it turns out losing isn’t really so bad in the end.
Notes: I am Eruri trash ♥
Erwin shivered as he drew three cards from the deck on the coffee table. After examining what he had in his hand, he concluded that maybe betting the last of his clothing in a game of strip poker- and losing that bet- wouldn’t be all that bad. A pair of twos wasn’t likely to win him a coat or anything warm, anyhow. Should he try to bluff his way out of it? Could he?
Levi scoffed. “Nice poker face,” he said as he laid down his own set of cards- perfectly spaced and aligned to show a series of clubs, in order from lowest number to highest number. “So what do you have? Or should you just stand up and get naked already?”
Erwin threw his cards down on the table, stood up and shucked out of his boxers and socks. Bare as the day he was born, he put his hands on his hips and fought to keep from chattering his teeth. “There, you win. Happy?”
Levi stood up and grabbed a blanket from behind him. He unfolded it and pulled it up around Erwin’s shoulders and wrapped him in it, placing a kiss to his chest. “No. I’m not sleeping with a popsicle. You need to warm up first before we go any further, commander.”
Feeling a bit playful, Erwin grinned and retorted, “Every popsicle needs a good stick, though.”
Levi chuckled. “True. Let’s get you to bed and thawed a little, then I can lick up the drips.”
Erwin picked him up and carried him to their bedroom, Levi shouting and complaining about his cold skin the entire way.
Title: In Gauging
Fandom: Ore Monogatari!
Prompt: Free Space (“Making it work”)
Medium: Fic
Size: 363 words
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Self torture, though it’s for a good reason.
Summary/Preview: Yamato is determined not to fail in this, her ‘biggest’ endeavor!
Notes: Ore Monogatari is a series about a gigantic 1st year high school boy who saves a very petite 1st year high school girl from a groper on a train and they end up falling madly in love with each other. The problem though is that Yamato looks like a toddler compared to Takeo. Yamato’s also a bit of a hentai believe it or not, and Takeo’s a big dumb guy who is blind to most of his girlfriend’s advances.
Yamato carefully coated the large vibrator with lubricant and looked again for the seventh time in two minutes to be sure the door was locked. Satisfied that she was as alone as she could possibly be, she slid the thick toy into her body, wincing as her sensitive places stretched out around the circumference. Her folds were burning from the pressure, but she continued to thrust the thing in and out of her tight hole, gritting her teeth until it began to feel good… until her mind became flooded with images of Takeo taking her virginity on Christmas eve.
She reached for the t-shirt he gave her, one he’d outgrown that she sometimes used as a blanket around the house. It still smelled like him and it was enough to complete her fantasy. She could picture it now- the two of them at a love hotel, the snow tumbling softly past the window, Takeo holding her like a glass flower as he inserted his massive cock inside of her…
Yamato shuddered as she came, squeezing the toy inside her firmly. After resting a moment, she began again, working herself into a crazed mess before coming again, and then a third time. When she worked the toy out of her small opening, she reached down with her fingers to check her progress.
Her vagina was much wider now than when she’d first begin training her body in order to make sex work between her and Takeo. She was guessing as to how big he was, though the ultimate goal was to be able to masturbate with something the size of a Coca-Cola can in order to be sure she was big enough to accept him painlessly. A few more weeks of this new toy and she’d have to move on to something a little bigger, and then she’d be at her goal.
She reached for both the toy and the t-shirt. Yamato loved Takeo, and if stretching her smallest parts this way would make it easier to finally have sex with him, then she would do what needed to be done and make the last piece of their strange love puzzle fit into place.
Title: Red Roses and Baby’s Breath
Author: Sonja Jade
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Word Count: 853
Rating: NC17
Characters: Roy/unnamed female OC, Roy/Riza
Summary: Riza might have caught the bouquet at Roy’s wedding, but she can’t marry the man she loves- so she settles for being his mistress instead.
Prompt: bingo card prompts “Three times a bridesmaid”, “Adultery”, “Rough sex”, “Humping on the couch”, “Surprise pregnancy”, “Fantasies” (guess who’s waaaay behind lol)
Riza can’t remember now if she actually tried to catch the bouquet Roy’s new wife had thrown at the group of single women gathered behind her, but she remembers thinking she is never going to accept another offer to be a bridesmaid. First Rebecca, then Falman… Roy’s wedding was like a knife in her back. Ending up with the bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath had been that knife twisting, and she remembers thinking about going home and getting blind drunk alone…
But apparently her saddened expression must’ve done something to Roy. He kissed the red headed woman he’d bound his life to, whispered something in her ear, then reached for Riza’s hand. He’d pulled her along into one of the guest rooms at the Armstrong estate where the reception roared on- and locked the door behind him.
Whether or not she reached for that bouquet is a moot point when his mouth closes in on hers. Her brain goes completely blank and shifts into autopilot, pressing her hands on either side of her new Fuhrer’s face and kissing him just as hard as he’s kissing her.
As his hands work to tug her dress up from the floor, he murmurs in her ear that he doesn’t love her, the one standing in a glorious white gown in the middle of the Armstrong ballroom with at least two thousand friends and family members. He unzips his tuxedo pants and guides her to bend over the rolled arm of a tufted and expensive looking velvet sofa. His fingers tug her panties to the side- she’s already dripping wet for him- and he buries himself inside her with one sure stroke.
Silently, she begs him to be rough with her, thinking it will make her want him less if he doesn’t give in to her fantasy of the slow, tender lover she’s always hoped he would be… But she finds when he yanks her hair and slaps her ass that she wants this just as badly- or even more so- than the other vision she’s always had of him. And he seems to know this, too.
“You squeeze every time I pull your hair…” he whispers. He presses his chest to her back and he licks her ear. “I’m going to come inside you, Riza.”
Riza’s dreamed of feeling Roy Mustang’s cum filling her body, leaking from her stretched opening afterward, rubbing it like lotion into the skin of her thighs. “I want that!” she cries out breathlessly.
He pulls the bodice of her dress down and her breasts join the rushed and heated rutting, the fingers on his free hand twisting the left nipple as he leaves dark love bites on the scarred and inked skin between her shoulder blades.
“Come when I come,” he begs, over and over in a voice that she’s never heard before. The hand working her nipple drops to diddle under her dress, and the hand wound up in her hair keeps a tight, firm hold, causing her to squeeze him snuggly inside her sheath…
And between her involuntary reflexes, the amazing feeling of his fingertips dancing on her sensitive nubbin, and the heat of his breath as he hisses that he loves her as his balls slap against her mound, she feels her mouth drop open in a silent shout of ecstasy as they both reach the pinnacle of their passion, pulsing and throbbing against one another as a sacred exchange of fluids takes place inside of her body.
His hand loosens in her hair and she slumps forward across the sofa’s arm, feeling as he continues to move within her, granted at a much slower pace. He feels so good, his hands now holding her hips and grinding deep down in her body.
“Keep squeezing, open your womb and take it all, my love.”
Riza follows his orders and grips him again and again, milking his wilting cock for every drop. Much to her dismay, he slowly pulls out. He promises this won’t be the last time, says he will make arrangements to do this again as soon as he returns from his honeymoon. He rights himself, tucking back into his pants and helping her make sure she doesn’t look as if she’d just been ravaged. He can’t seem to resist a brief suckle from each breast before helping her back into her gown, and then he’s escorting her back to the reception, his hand on her lower back and smiling softly at her when they part ways.
She remembers that smile. That smile that said so much to her but no one else, their little secret boiled down to a loving grin on his permanently handsome face. It’s the same one he wears when she reveals she’s expecting nearly a month later, and the same smile he wears the first time he holds their daughter.
No, Riza Hawkeye never had the opportunity to marry the man of her dreams, her soulmate, her on true love…
But Riza has a life with him just the same, and she is the only one to carry his children.
Congratulations!
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