#lewis tan fanfic

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Forgive Me, I Am A Sinner  {1}* {Two-Shot}

Title: Forgive Me I Am a Sinner {1}* {Two Shot} 

Someone x Reader

Words: 2.9k

Warning: Play on the church confessional, Cursing, Adult themes, Mild crude language/discussion, Mild NSFW(Toward end), Mistaken Identity

Summary: You have some things to get off your chest and end up walking into a church.

Note: So, this might be mildly taboo for some, if it is for you, don’t read, I’ll understand. While I don’t think I took it too far in someone’s eyes it could be blasphemous. Again, don’t read if you feel it may offend you. Nothing lewd but be warned. Don’t come to me with your complaints. They will fall on deaf ears and be met with a quick delete. I don’t think it’s bad but 🤷🏽‍♀️

  ***NOT EDITED/Proofread***

-You-

“Forgive me lord for I have sinned. It's been...never since my last confession. I've never done this. Yep, I'm a virgin. Well with confessions otherwise I am soooo not a virgin. The things this body has done, these eyes have seen, these hands have touched, and this mouth has had in it...yikes. Not a virgin. Oh god, I probably shouldn't have said that in a church with a priest across from me. Shit. I probably shouldn't have cursed in the house of God either. Oh, fuck."

You facepalmed then sighed already fed up with yourself. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why your mouth was still moving and allowing words to pass through. Yes, you were nervous and most of it were nervous ramblings you’d always done but now was not the time to be censor free.

 "I'm going to hell, aren't I?”

 Silence. There weren’t even breathing sounds. Either there was no one there or the guy across from her was weighing his options speaking to an actual heathen. You leaned a litter closer to the wooden screen peppered with small holes that was separating the two booths.

 "Uh...priest guy? Padre? Father? Oh, great even God's messenger sees the heathen in me and has run for the hills to tell the lord this sheep has steered far from the flock. Definitely going to hell."

 You hung your head in disappointment.

 "For all the scripture that has been written about the heavenly trio, the father, the son, and the holy spirit, I doubt they would be so quick as to damn one of their flock."

 You could hear the humor in his voice, and it made you pause. Were priests supposed to have a sense of humor? It did sound like a biblical joke so maybe that wasn’t weird.

 "I think you are being too harsh on yourself," the voice on the other side followed up.

 "You do?"

 "Yes. Also, heathen in quite harsh."

 You giggled nervously. However, those nerves were dwindling with every joke he cracked. There was something soothing about his husky voice that sounded like he was half asleep and just awakened from a quick nap.  "That is what I feel like whenever I muster up the courage to speak to him about this."

 "Start from the beginning."

 "Are you sure it's okay for me to be telling you all this in a church nonetheless?"

 Silence. Was he actually thinking if it was okay? You circled your thumbs and waited for him to speak but when he didn’t you leaned closer again.

 "Hello?"

 “You came here because you needed help. You came here looking for answers and acceptance. You will find all 3 here. So, let's begin again. Trust me I've heard it all."

 You sighed relieved by his welcoming words. You then nodded and mustered even more courage. "Okay. Forgive me lord for I have sinned I've never confessed before.

 "What is your sin?"

 "Lust."

 The silence stretched for so long then the person on the other side of the screen cleared their throat.

 "Lust. Go on. How are you lustful?"

 His voice was even deeper than before.

 "I like sex--like I really, really like sex. I know the bible leans more on sex for procreation and marital health, but I am not married, and I have no plans for children. So, for me, sex is something that feels good, better than good, amazing especially if it is done right and the person I am with understands a woman's body and needs."

 The silence returned but only for a few moments. "Ehm, I'm listening."

 "Lately I've been feeling unfulfilled."

 "Sexually?"

 "Yes, mainly. I have a great career, amazing friends, wonderful family, and a life I love but when it comes to sex it's just not cutting it. The guy I've been seeing..."

 "Boyfriend?"

 He sounded disappointed and that made you pause. Why would he sound disappointed? You explained it away deciding that he was disappointed in it not being a husband or fiancé.

 "You mentioned you were not married just trying to get a better understanding," he clarified.

 "Oh. Not really. We see each other whenever we have an--itch."

 "For sex. Understood."

 "You sound very chill about this father."

 "I am simply here to listen and never to judge--my child. This is the house of the lord, and all are welcome to be who they are and lay down their burdens. That is the lord I represent."

 He sounded like the cool youth pastor that was written about in some YA novels. The one who would create raps for G.O.D. You stifled a laugh at the thought.

 "Wow, that's really cool. Anyway, he's very...vanilla. Whenever we meet--. Wait should I explain what vanilla is? Um...well."

 "No need," he quickly interrupted.

 "Really?"

 "Uh...I am what I am now, but I was not born a priest."

 His unexpected answer had you snort loudly before a laugh escaped you. "Well go on then fuck it up, father. Damn no, I didn't mean that."

 He heartily chuckled. "It's alright. Go on"

 "He's vanilla and never really knows what I need and rarely ever do I cum. I mean reach completion."

 "Then why are you wasting your time with someone like that?"

 "Uh...well...ummm...I am very picky with who I spend my time with. When I said that I like sex, it didn't mean I was some chick who sleeps around with anybody with the right body part."

 "Of course not. I didn't mean to imply that. I'm sorry."

 "No, it's cool."

 "For the record, I didn't think that of you anyway."

 "Okay. Thanks. It's just most guys are insensitive assholes who think if a woman likes sex and pleasure then they must be easy and DTF anyone."

 "Guys like that are the ones who should be offed and sent straight to hell."

 "Preach it, father.”

 It took some time for his words to make full impact, but after a few moments, they did. “Wait shouldn't you say they are also God's children and just need to be steered to the righteous path?"

 "You sound well versed in the priesthood."

 "Movies."

 He laughed again and it sounded so welcoming that you laughed with him.

 "Please continue. He doesn't satisfy you."

 "No. I thought I could handle it and finish myself off or something but tonight I couldn't."

 "Did you just have sex tonight?"

 "Yes. I guess that's another sin you have to forgive me for."

 "And you are unfulfilled."

 "Yes. So unfulfilled. My bullet couldn't even take care of this, not even my rabbit, hell not even the usual porn I watch."

 The silence across the way was deafening and you noticed. It was like you’d become hypersensitive to quietness since sitting in this booth. Suddenly he groaned as if in pain.

 "Are you okay father?"

 He groaned again then took a few breaths. Through the tiny holes in the screen, you could only make out a head turned down, everything else was shadows. "Completely.”

 It came out hoarse, strangled. “Ehm...continue.”

 "Uh, so I facetimed him and decided to tell him what I need and even some things I would be into, and he laughed and had the most freaked out look on his face. He said it wasn't normal and I shouldn't tell anyone about it again. Like he made me feel crazy and so--dirty."

 "Uh-huh. For better context. What are these preferences--my child?"

 You twiddled your thumbs then uncrossed your ankles only to cross them again. "I don't know if I should say them now. You might say the same thing."

 "No. I would never. Remember I said my place is not to judge and I am here to help?"

 You took a deep breath and tried to calm those nerves that were beginning to creep up again. After another breath you began.

 "I um...I told him I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I told him I wanted to try doing it while others watched that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 The silence this time was so heavy so filled with the charge of excitement and arousal. You didn't know why you were slightly turned on finally getting it all out, especially to a priest in a church of all places. Hell, you didn't even know why you had come in here in the first place. The idea of confessional had always creeped you out for some reason. Telling a stranger your secret sin. It felt so vulnerable.

 "Shit. Surely I should burst into flames for all that right? First in line on the locomotive to hell? I shouldn't have said all that."

 "Are you ashamed of these desires? Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "He made me feel ashamed."

 "Fuck him. Are you ashamed?"

 "Father?"

 "Answer me.”

 His voice was serious, and authoritative now. “Look inside yourself and answer truthfully."

 You did as he said and took some time and truly listened to yourself and everything that was going off inside you right now. Among everything, the uncertainty, the excitement, and the confusion nowhere inside of her did you feel ashamed. Not at all.

 "No. I'm not ashamed."

 "Do you wish to be rid of them?"

 "No," you replied with a little more confidence.

 "Good. You should be unapologetically you. You should not allow others to make you feel small or shameful for who you are, what you want, or what you deserve. You deserve all of that. You deserve to be sexually fulfilled and happy in all avenues of your life. We all only have one to live and restricting ourselves from true happiness is not doing service to someone, it does a disservice to ourselves."

 You sat there thinking over his words and gained confidence from each of them. He sounded as if he spoke from experience.

 "Is this your first day as a priest? I don't think you should tell parishioners to sin more to live a fulfilled life if you truly want to gain access to heaven."

 He snorted. "It is my first day doing this, but I stand by my words."

 You sat there noting your nerves had melted away and your confused state had turned to one of mellowness. You didn’t feel in a war with yourself anymore. Perhaps this was why others did this.

 "Do you feel better?"

 "Yes."

 "Good, then my work is done."

 "Wait shouldn't you give me instructions to repent like a Hail Mary or ten or something?"

 "Will it ensure you do not sin again?"

 Snorting, you replied, "Probably not."

 "Then you are free to step out of here and live your life with one piece of advice."

 "What's that?"

 "Drop that pathetic loser you're seeing. You can do so much better little lamb."

 The doors on the other side opened but you didn't register it until nearly a minute had passed. When you stepped out and looked in the opposite booth from sheer curiosity, it was empty with no priest inside.

 "Little lamb? What kind of priest was that?"

  ~~~~~~~

 -Him-

4 hours later and he was still solid as a brick hard.

 "Fuck!”

 He palmed himself yet again then squeezed hoping to relieve some of the ache there but no luck and no relief. He shoved his hand under his head and stared up through the glass roof of his skylight at the night sky. It was clear without a cloud in sight allowing the stars to really shine.

 "I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars."

 His cock throbbed so forcefully it could be seen through his now too tight pajama bottoms. Glancing down, he groaned exasperatedly.

 "Come on. It’s not funny anymore."

 He knew he shouldn’t have gone into that confessional. He knew he should have found somewhere else to wait for his manager as he spoke with the priest of the church he was donating a large amount of money to because of his connection to some of the kids he'd encountered the weekend before.

 He'd gone at that time because he was sure it would be empty and there would be no stray photos of him leaked. Donating money was no fun when everyone knew you'd done it. He liked the incognito life. He just wanted somewhere that had zero chance of him bumping into someone. No way did he expect someone to drop into the other side of the confessional and no way did he expect that someone to have that kind of confession.

 He closed his eyes as he recalled the little slivers of her face. Plum painted lips that looked full, a cute nose, skin that looked incredibly soft, and eyes that called to him. From the small perforations in the wood, he would classify you as a fucking goddess.

 Once you began your confession he should have interrupted and set the record straight but there was something about your voice that held him in place, silencing him. He’d picked up the distress in it, the frustration and uncertainty. Then the more he listened he fell under some spell. When she mentioned her definite non virgin status, he was way past curious. Maybe that’s what possessed him to answer her when she asked if he was there.

 "Curiosity," he muttered mulling over it.

 He thought over your entire confession and within seconds his cock throbbed again. Without even realizing it his hand had drifted into his pajama bottoms and was now wrapped around his engorged length.

 "Fuck!"

 "I want to be tied up while he takes all control and completely ruins me. I wanted to try doing it while others watched, that him being so gentle is a turn-off and I wouldn't mind some teeth or nail marks on me. I can see myself being into BDSM and get turned on by dominance and submission. I want to be choked a little while he slams so hard into me that I see stars. I want to be weak in the knees unable to walk, sore throat can't talk, eyes full of tears, chin covered in slobber, delirious with pleasure until I squirt and then pass out to do it again. I want him to know my body and what it needs better than I do. I want dirty, nasty, rough, hot passionate sex I'll never forget."

 "Uggh. Uggh. Uggh. Fuuuuuck."

 His hand moved so fast he was sure it was going faster than the speed of light. It had to have been. His groans, moans and grunts filled the space as he raced toward a finish he imagined would go across her beautiful face or her breasts he couldn’t see but was convinced were equally as gorgeous as her aura. Within seconds, his back angled off the bed as if whatever had possessed him earlier was finally exiting his body and being pulled into the air.

 "Holy fuck!”

 The white spots that decorated his vision made it impossible to see anything and in that moment he didn’t care. He was only focused on the amazing feelings coursing through him. When he finally regained some motion and sense he glanced down and found stream after stream of his release decorating his chest, pelvis, and pajama bottoms.

 "Ah shit. Come on! Haven't had to jerk myself off since I was twenty fucking years old, and one confessional tipped me over the edge? Unfuckinbelievable!”

 Not in a rush to get up and filled with frustration, he looked back to his skylight at the glittering stars and thought of the side profile of her face. Within seconds, he felt himself harden again and it was then he knew his cock was not done. He was in for a long night.

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Shadow and Bone Fanfic Idea

Alright Fam, hear me out.

The Darkling falling in love with a living amplifier...? 

Or a fic about Tolya and an original character...?

Or Both. 

Let me know via notes/comments/DM

--Tea 

P.S Hell, even a Lewis Tan or Ben Barnes fic really! 

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Gringo Boyfriend (Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader Summary: You're mexican and while in the USA you meet a really cute guy. Now that he's your boyfriend, you take him to Mexico to show him around (and put your hands on him!) Word count: 3,837 Contents: (Minors DNI). Reader is mexican! Handjob, spitting, public. Author's notes: This fanfic written in collaboration with my dear @honeydew-angel is dedicated to all mexican (and latino) Cillian fans! I've seen so many people wanting to see Cillian interact with our culture so I hope this scratches the itch a little bit. If you're not mexican nor latino you can still read and enjoy this fic and I really hope you like it! Also, a little disclaimer, the usage of the word "gringo" is non-offensive, as it is just a colloquial term that means "foreigner". And a second disclaimer, do NOT give handjobs in the boats in Chapultepec, you're gonna get arrested lmao

When you first told your family back in Mexico about your trip to the USA, playful comments like: "maybe you'll come back with a gringo boyfriend!" were never amiss. You chuckled them off, you were going there to work as an au pair and also to visit your grandma, you wouldn't have time to meet new people and go on dates. Still, a little part of your heart was kept open to the possibility. Who knows?

The first month was fine. Your host family lived in upstate New York, in a town you had never heard of before called Bayonne. It was lovely. Bayonne was an hour and a half away from your grandmother’s house, the host family’s home was huge and the kids you took care of were just as expected. They were old enough to be taken out shopping and to the park, so every day after their homework was done you would go out with them for a walk or to run some errands for the home. 

About a month and a half after your arrival, the oldest kid turned 11, and for his birthday party he wanted to rent some movies and get snacks. You would have gone to Media Giant or Blockbuster, but on the way, the kid saw this very fun looking store called 'Gumshoe Video' and you decided to just rent from there. 

You still remember the sound the little bells made when you entered Gumshoe Video. The kids got busy looking at the superhero movies and, since the store looked interesting, you decided to rent something for your grandma too: an old classic Mexican movie from the 50s that she had told you about, hoping they would have it. 

The calm, soft, and welcoming atmosphere of the little store made you remember your old cozy late-night movies with your parents. You missed them, but at least the summer heat prevented you from feeling really homesick for Mexico. That day you were wearing a white tank top that suited your chest perfectly, paired with a black mini skirt that showed off your tanned legs, and a pair of red flats. You had thought nothing of it when you put it on, it was just hot outside. You didn’t know the beautiful gaze you would catch when you walked slowly through the store dressed like that.

That’s when he saw you—the most flawless and beautiful woman he had ever seen. You couldn't tell what you felt in that moment when you noticed the mesmerizing pair of baby blue eyes following you throughout the store. For some reason, it made you feel all warm and tingly. You headed to the classic movies section when you heard a voice that was almost angelic.

"Hey! Are you looking for something in particular?" You stared at him, almost astonished by the clearness and prettiness of his eyes and by the way he became shy when he waited for your answer. Coming back to reality, you bit your lip. 

"Uhmm, yes! By any chance, do you?...I-I know this might sound stupid, but do you have old classic Mexican movies from the 50's?" You asked with that voice that made his ears fall in love. He was intrigued by your request. It wasn't like a lot of hot, mesmerizing, and pretty girls came into their store to ask about old classic Mexican movies. 

"Well, uhmm... first of all, it's not stupid. Second, I think we actually might have one or two!" He told you with a big smile. Your eyes lit up at his response. You turned your head to tell the kids to wait for you at the counter and you followed him across the store.

"Uhmm... I'm Neil, by the way." he said, stopping at a tiny room and turning around to face your pretty face. 

"Oh. Pleasure to meet you, Neil." You told Neil your name and offered your hand for a greeting. The moment your hands touched, both of you felt an electric and intense warm feeling running through your bodies...

The rest was history. Neil was a sweet guy who always found the best and most effective excuse to see you again. All those visits then turned into dates when you had time off, and then, those dates turned into a really loving relationship. Neil adored you, his Mexican cinema repertoire and knowledge grew massive as proof. With each passing day he was more than sure about something: you were the love of his life. And he was going to learn everything about the culture of the love of his life.

It was December, the moment you had waited for. For months you and Neil had planned a trip to Mexico so he could meet your family and get to know your homeland. The plan was like this: a week before Christmas you’d go first to Mexico City to cover all the touristic bases and show him around, and on the 23rd you’d travel to your parents’ house and spend the holidays there with them and your extended family. Simple yet it made Neil a little nervous, he wanted to leave a really good impression. His dream was to get along with your relatives and become part of the family, marry you, make you incredibly happy, howl in unison at the TV when watching soccer with your dad and your cousins, compliment your mother and your grandma´s dishes at every family function, give your nephews some baby cousins to play with… Neil wanted all that and more and he would swear on Gumshoe Video that he would get it.  

But for now, you were in Mexico City, with you showing him everything like an extremely well paid tourist guide. It was so endearing seeing just how you glowed. The sun, while the same everywhere in the world, just shone in such a unique way in your country and bathed you stunningly. He fell in love with you all over again in every place you took him. And you took him everywhere. From traditional food restaurants to museums to landmarks, the gears in your head constantly turned and came up with new date ideas.

When you first told Neil you wanted to go on a really cheesy date to one of your favorite places in Mexico City and do the typical things people do there—like having one of those "changuitos miones" on his head—it was all a joke. You just imagined Neil with one of those colorful monkey-shaped headpieces perched upon his head, going for a boat ride on the little lake, visiting the zoo right next to it, or even getting Mexican food around there. You just thought it would be funny. After your tour around Mexico City, you thought you might show him where you spent most of your weekends with your family. You told him about it as just an idea he might like, never really expecting to actually be here with "changuitos miones" on your heads or taking photos of the two of you with random animals in the zoo. You were basically having the date of your dreams with Neil, giving him a tour of the place you grew up, going for your favorite food at a fancy restaurant on a romantic terrace with the best view of the city, and visiting local street stands for tacos and quesadillas.

Seeing your boyfriend embracing your culture made you feel like you couldn’t love him any more. The way he loved the food, the places, and the culture was truly gratifying. There you two were, about to enter Chapultepec Forest. It was sunny and a little windy. You asked him what he wanted to do first—see the animals, take a walk in the park, visit a museum, or go to the significant and truly amazing Chapultepec monuments. He decided to go to the zoo first. Once there, you took out your Instax camera and snapped a cute picture of Neil distractedly looking at the giraffes. You did this about ten more times until Neil noticed.

"Sweetie! Stop! I look so bad in those pictures!" Neil said in a playful tone, a pout forming on his mouth. You loved whiny and playful Neil.

"Oh Neil, no, you look like the cutest and most adorable baby!" you teased, knowing how much he loved praise.

"Come on, baby, we need to finish the zoo tour so we can get to the other fun stuff." you said, pulling him along.

Neil wanted to stay longer and appreciate every animal there, but you were already tugging his arm. Neil didn’t have any choice but to say goodbye to the only panda in Latin America and follow you, still pouting. Holding his hand so he wouldn’t get lost in the huge place, you headed to the actual forest/park right next to the zoo, though it was a long walk. On your way there, you stopped at every food or souvenir stand. You couldn’t help but imagine Neil with a "changuito mión" on his head and picture the cute Instax photo you’d have.

You stopped at a stand with all types of traditional Mexican snacks, which also sold those "changuitos." Squeezing Neil’s hand and giving little excited jumps, you showed how thrilled you were. Neil stopped and looked at how cute you were when excited.

"Neil!! Oh my God! We need to have those monkeys on our heads!"

Neil was stunned; he didn’t know what you were talking about but figured it out after seeing some kids with fake monkeys on their heads.

"Oh! Hmm, baby, don’t you think we’re a little too old for that?" he asked, not wanting to upset you.

"Oh Neil, come on!! It’s almost obligatory to wear one if you’re in Chapultepec! Besides, you’ll look super cute and adorable! Por favor, por favor!" you said, using puppy eyes to convince him.

He blushed at your compliment and was a little confused by your use of Spanish.

"Okay, okay! Whatever my baby wants!"

After buying the colorful monkeys and putting them on your heads, you also bought a cup of fruit with chamoy and miguelito, which Neil found delicious and exquisite. Holding hands, you two walked through the most crowded spots in the park, taking selfies with the pretty landscapes the trees made. Then, you had an excellent idea: 

"Neil, amor, do you want to go on a boat ride on the lake?"

He loved it when you called him "amor," so he immediately said yes. Hand in hand, you two were on your way to renting a tiny boat to get onto the lake. 

Once there you selected the cutest ride for two you found available: an adorable and maybe somewhat cheesy swan-shaped pedal boat, and sailed away. The puffy neon life jackets and the constant pedaling in order to make the boat move made this less romantic but nonetheless still fun. You and Neil laughed at the effort you had to put on, at the people in rowboats goofing around and passing you by and at the silly monkey plushies on your heads that didn't have to work their legs off and just enjoyed the ride like royalty. Soon enough, you reached a rather empty part of the lake, a christmas time miracle, it should have been bustling with people.

To take a break from pedaling the boat, you and Neil found the shade of a tree near the shore. You stopped there, taking in the view of the city in the distance and, when your eyes had your fill, you started to admire each other. Neil looked ridiculously handsome with the toy monkey perched upon his shaggy brown hair and the natural light on his baby blue eyes, his lips were delectably rosy thanks to the chili candy you had before. He chuckled, your stare blatant and so adorable.

“Like what you see, baby?” He flirted, you chuckled.

“I love it…” You smirked, leaning in carefully to kiss him. The tangy and slightly spicy flavor from the chamoy sauce and the sweet fruit juice still lingered upon him. His hand came up to touch your cheek, his thumb tracing slow, mindless patterns on your skin. 

The things your lips did to Neil were beyond this world. Nobody had ever kissed him like you did, nobody had ever made him feel what you made him feel. Everything ranging from love, devotion, sweetness and desire sparked in him. God, you were good. And so beautiful. And so cute. And so…

“Woah, baby…” Neil whispered, breaking the kiss when he felt a naughty little hand stroking down from his chest to his abdomen. A silent cue you had subconsciously trained him to understand. It meant that you wanted to take this further. And while Neil never had a problem when you did it in the privacy of his house or in the back of Gumshoe, in public it was a completely different thing. Much more while in a comically large swan boat on a lake.

“You don’t wanna?” You asked innocently, lifting your hand away from his belly, which, he found out, he incredibly missed right after. 

“Course I wanna… It's just that… Well, baby we’re on a swan… In the middle of a lake…” He whispered, his eyes darting around, looking for anybody that could see you, or worse, report you.

“Shhh, it’s ok. Nobody will see…” You whispered, a plan heavy on your tone of voice. Carefully, you took off your jacket and placed it over his lap and over the steering handle of the boat. Who would notice if you were reaching for your boyfriend’s hardening dick beneath the fabric when you could be just innocently controlling the boat?

“Oh, clever girl…” Neil whispered, nervousness easing his grip on him a little. Despite everything, he couldn’t deny how hard he was at the idea.

You smiled, and your right hand went to town. Neil’s jeans unbuttoned and unzipped with ease, the thick jacket covering what you did. The long neck of the swan boat also aided to hide your mischief. On the outside, you acted naturally, not even looking at the fuss you were causing, your sense of touch guiding you towards the right place.

Neil muffled out a little groan as he felt your hand on his cock, he looked around, there was nothing, just water and the adrenaline rushing inside him.

Pulling his length out of his boxers, you slowly started to stroke him, a soft whimper form him reminding you of the dryness of your hand.

“Oh, sorry. I have hand lotion in my bag, do you-”

“No… It’s only gonna look more suspicious, babe.” He interrupted you, his voice a little husky, already missing the warmth of your palm. “Go on, I can take it…”

“You know that's not true, Neil.” You rebuked, checking your surroundings right after for what you wanted to do. When no boat and no eyes were on sight, you gathered as much warm spit as you could inside your mouth, and in the blink of an eye, you uncovered his lap, spat right on his hard, aching cock and immediately covered it back on. Neil only had time to half-ass a little "what?" and groan quietly before he processed it all.

“Oh… Much better…” It was a soft, inaudible whisper disguised under the normalcy of any fleeting relief. Your hand snaked beneath the jacket once more and Neil swallowed thickly. You took the reins again. Slowly and so gently, you palmed from the base to the tip, Neil’s needy whimper swiftly disguised by the sound of the water splashing and crashing against the boat. 

”That's it, love." He encouraged in a whisper, his eyelashes fluttering despite his eyes' best efforts to stay vigilant. Your sticky spit eased your movements that were as slow as they were discreet. Nobody had to know, a secret for only you, Neil and the swan to keep.

When you would do this in his bedroom back in the States or in his office, the privacy allowed you the privilege of using both hands. One fist running up and down his throbbing cock and the other playing with his balls. It was a given that the attention you would give him now under that jean jacket would be less meticulous, unless you wanted a nice boat ride towards the park authorities and a possible arrest for disturbing public order. Neil’s only qualm about your homeland was the horror stories he heard about the jails there, so a reasonable sacrifice had to be made. Less pleasure in exchange for going back to your hotel room that night safe and with a clean criminal record. 

But you didn’t want to neglect him.

The oscillating touch of your hand on his dick left him for a second, and before he could whine, it was granted to his balls. Neil bit his plump lower lip, muffling out a moan. His hips bucked a bit in approval and he had to pretend to shift on the boat seat.

“Oh, God, baby…” He whispered, your hand buried deep in the denim tent massaging his balls with care, squeezing nicely and rubbing them with the remainder of your spit. His dick throbbed against the fabric, rough friction making him whine.

Alternating, your hand grabbed his dick again, giving him another full-length stroke. If it wasn’t for the waves, you’d hear his agitated breath and his struggle to play it cool. Another twitch from his cock, veins pumped madly against the feeling of your skin. Heaven knew just how much this man needed you. 

Your movements got a little faster, his throbbing cock was communicative, it always told you exactly what it wanted and when it wanted it. The rush coursing through him spiked when the water started to splash and ripple louder and louder, and innocent laughter and banter approached in the distance.

“Oh, God… Let’s move.” You whispered, caution activated at the impending coming of the other boat. When you moved your hand away from Neil´s dick, he whined and held your wrist from over the jacket.

“No, I’ll control it… You stay there…” He nearly begged, cheeks flushed. You nodded, and both sets of feet started to pedal away from the other boat.Your hand kept going, returning to his balls and fondling them, his hand, free of other occupations until now, found the boat handle, turning the boat in the opposite direction of the people enjoying their innocent boat ride.

Adrenaline took over, then mixed smoothly with the arousal. A mischievous pride sparked within you when warm drops of precum soaked your hand. What a naughty devil he was. 

Meters away from your swan and your public indecency, the tiny crowd of passengers, trapped in their own little world, laughed. They had their own little party in there, telling random jokes and screaming. Slowly, the sound started to fade away for good, the last thing you heard clearly was a voice yelling “selfie” and a madrigal repeating after them. Still, you kept pedaling, your feet-hand coordination not shining for its precision. The harder you pedaled away from people, the faster you pumped Neil’s cock. 

Neil muffled out a whimper, his feet nearly faltered with a simple pedaling motion. More precum came out to lube him up, urging you on.

Away and alone once more, your hand kept pumping him up, from base to tip, coating you in deliciously filthy secretions. His tip was sensitive, you took advantage. Your thumb circled around the head, he could swear he could feel the ridges of your fingerprint driving him insane. His hips gradually started to buck, baby blues stared into the distance and fought off the need to close in pleasure, lips sealed with an enamel grip on the pink flesh, muffling out any suspicious sounds.

His hand, with its mission of commanding the boat away fulfilled, now found rest over your closest thigh, finding something to grip harder and harder. You kept working him up, forcing the tip to brush against the denim fibers and sending shudders down his spine. 

“Baby…” His whisper intertwined with a rough groan, he was fighting hard in that swan boat seat. The more you stroked and gently twisted him in the confines of your jacket, the more his cock twitched. He had to repeat himself, this was a warning. You would have to hide the inside of that jacket well afterwards.

The Chapultepec lake rippled beneath you, the distant skyscrapers looked over like gods as your sweet boyfriend sank his nails on your clothed thigh and took everything so well. A good few twists of your wrist over his sensitive tip were enough. 

His lip nearly bled from how hard he sank his teeth on it, his hips bucked, the denim and the shape of the swan hid it as best as it could. A familiar warmth poured down your hand and fingers and stuck to your jacket. Neil whined pathetically, his face went so red he looked drunk. Drunk on you and your skillful little hand. 

Spurts of hot cum coated everywhere they could, your now ruined denim jacket serving as a makeshift cumrag with a slightly rougher texture that made him whimper quietly when you cleaned him off. Your criminal hand tucked him back in with a politeness that could have made him chuckle. Oh, you. So sweet even after committing a felony against good morals and making him cum. Even in his haze, he loved it. Before the boat with the selfie crew caught you, you leaned towards the lake, dipping your hand in the water like a curious child and pedaling so the waves washed you themselves. A part of Neil was now part of the Chapultepec lake. He was ingrained in Mexico forevermore. 

“Jesus, baby…” Neil whispered, watching as the unknowing boat passed you by. Post orgasmic clarity shining down on him like an epiphany. He looked around, discreetly, like those spies in the old movies. No judgemental stares, no naughty chuckles, and most importantly, no police.

“You good?” You asked so innocently it made him smile. He nodded, recovery suiting him well.

“Yeah… Think we got lucky this time…” He murmured, perhaps a bit afraid of counting his chickens before they hatched. 

“Let’s hope that luck lasts us the whole trip.” You teased, of course you did. Neil sometimes feared how brave and bold you could be. He chuckled.

“Well, baby, how many lakes do you want to get touchy on?” He joked nervously, dorkily, aware that his own desires would let you do as you pleased anywhere. It was you who chuckled now.

“Just this one, amor. But we still have to go stay at my parents´ house, remember?”

Oh, your parents´ house... Now that’s a place where Neil would need that luck. In all senses. For finally meeting your family in person, and for being stealthy enough to get you in bed without anybody hearing a thing. God help him...

Pinterest board to envision this date!

[landoom]

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - George Russell (non Galex)

(this list doesn't contain Galex fics as there will be another list dedicated to those)

snap out of it (7177 words) by 140445 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen Summary: Frequency illusion was a disease, and Max had it. Max spent twenty-five years on this earth without seeing George Russell shirtless. Twenty-five great years that ended now, because for the second time in the span of two weeks, Max saw George without a shirt on. (5 times Max struggles with George, none of them out on track.)

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Brake Balance (25901 words) by Russilton Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell Summary: "Why don’t you come dance?” With me goes unspoken, and George is eyeing him with a familiar look, like he’s sure Lewis will brush him off again, but he still wants to try. Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’s the shiny skin of a tanned collarbone showing through George’s three open shirt buttons. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline of the whole day in general, but for once, Lewis thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea. Stop overthinking, just go with it. Bono’s words echo pointedly around his mind. Fuck it

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Doctor, call the undertaker (This one might be bad) (14296 words) by Be_Abnormal Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell Summary: “Uhm, I guess you already know what people say about me.” Daniel nods, because it feels like the right thing to do and also because, well, it’s true. He does.  That you’re gay? Are you gay? Please be gay, even if you’re- like- gay just for me. Wait— actually, that would be perfect, please-  “That I act like I’ve got a stick up my asshole.” Daniel almost spits the entire bottle in his face.  Or: George and Daniel and the essence of being too chaotic and British

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can’t start a fire without a spark (7399 words) by peachbellini Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell, Alexander Albon & George Russell Summary: “Saw you wore my merch again. Anyone would think you fancy me."

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Eight Geese a laying: or, how George learned to love the goose (2819 words) by What_The_Earth Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Lance Stroll Summary: Storks bring babies, doves bring peace, and geese will drag you to your soulmate. The issue really is that there are quite a lot of geese in the world. Specifically many different species of geese. In his defence the first time he encountered it he was mid run and was doing a loop round St James Lake in Brackley when it appeared.

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I can't swim the ocean like this forever (16133 words) by TheWiseOne12 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lando Norris/George Russell Summary: “I’m George,” he introduced himself to the other man. “I know,” the other man replied, “I follow F1.” “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.” “Lando Norris,” he replied, reaching his hand out to shake George’s. “And how come you are here?” George asked. He looked too young to be a sponsor or some rich old guy but he didn’t recognise him. “I’m an Olympic diver.”

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GR63 (12047 words) by Ossobuco Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/George Russell Summary:

“All right, thank you, everyone,” George says as the last few of his colleagues settle into their chairs. “This meeting of the Grand Prix Drivers’ Association is now in session. As you all know, it’s our third race week of the year and we have quite a bit to get to, but as the first order of business, I would like to propose an inquiry into a situation in which many of us have found ourselves, rather inexplicably. I’m aware that in past seasons, established procedure has been to simply—er, handle the problem as quickly as possible—”

There’s a low snicker from somewhere in the back of the room. George ignores it. “But I believe it’s time we took a more proactive, analytical approach to this, ah, phenomenon.”

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shake me down (5419 words) by litaf1101 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Logan Sargeant Summary: Logan doesn't know what the hell he's doing, hooking up with George Russell of all people.

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winning mentality (18500 words) by linearity Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: George Russell/Max Verstappen, Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: It’s not, like, a thing. It’s only happened twice, if you don’t count the time during the pre-season when Max shoved a thigh against George’s crotch, and George, touched-deprived and broken-hearted, let out a sharp gasp and came instantly. Max, looking shocked and frightened, stormed away.

MASTERPOST

[rubywolffxxx]

Lista general de Fanfics

Lista de shots ordenados por personaje.

* Algunos shots son parte de mis libros de Wattpad, los resubo por acá para que más gente pueda disfrutarlos *

Fórmula 1

Pole Position - (lista de capítulos)

Relación secreta - (Franco , Lando)

No estaré para siempre - Lando

Hijo desconocido (Lando , Charles , Lewis)

Ruptura fallida ( Lando / Oscar , Franco / Charles)

Bjorn

Lo que pasa en el auto... ( Franco , Lando )

De la forma equivocada ( Lando , Carlos )

Como el sol de verano

Horas extra

Nada serio

Space lovers

Demasiado tarde (final A, final Nav , final Tyler)

Odiar amarte

Pasajeros

Star Wars

Torbin

Cuando estés perdido en la oscuridad.

Din Djarin (Mandalorian)

Niñera

House of the Dragon

Aegon Targaryen

Dejar todo atrás

Ser suficiente

El dragón de la montaña

Solo a ella

Compañeros de filmación (Tom)

Ficción no tan ficción (Tom)

Gwayne Hightower

Solo nosotros

Aemond Targaryen

Vale la espera

Jace Velaryon

Arreglado, no forzado

Pido tu mano

Jinetes bastardos

Benjicot Blackwood

Romeo y Julieta

Compañeros de batalla

Daemon Targaryen

A cualquier costo

Amores del pasado

Lazos irrecuperables

Cregan Stark

Juramento en la muralla

Molesto (Tom Taylor)

Corazón ajeno (finales alternos)

Especiales

Mini shots (Aemond/Aegon)

Fall in love (Aegon, Laenor, Cregan, Benjicot)

Mini shots

Traumas (varios)

Short Dress (Benjicot, Aegon, Cregan)

Papeles invertidos (Aemond, Aegon)

Spiderverse

Hobie Brown

Interdimensional

Varios

Spider-shots

U C M

Peter Parker

Una linda pareja

Videojuegos y Anime

Valorant

Shots cortos (Gekko, Sova)

Detroit Become Human

Dulce como el café - Connor

Shingeki no Kyojin

Entregar el corazón - Levi

Arcane

En otro universo - Ekko

Morgan Davies

¿Si o no?

[hotchkissroyale]

You Know What It's For (sdv fanfic)

You Know What It's For: F/F Stardew Valley fanfiction between Haley and Taylor, a trans female farmer. After a grueling day at the Festival of Ice, Haley invites Taylor to the spa for a little (big) surprise.

An excerpt:

She crunched towards Taylor, keeping her voice low enough that nobody else could hear. “By the way, did you see my request?” It was a special point of pride for Haley when she could get Taylor to blush. It wasn’t always easy, with her tanned skin, but that made the reward all the sweeter. Her face was red as she looked frantically around the clearing, pulling Haley aside towards an igloo. “Why did you put something like that in public?” She didn’t bother to hide her laugh. “Yoba, Taylor, I’ve told you a hundred times. Like, nobody looks at the bulletin board besides you. I don’t even think Mayor Lewis reads anything other than the calendar.” Taylor’s face was grim as she pulled the crumbled note from her coat pocket, smoothing it out to read what it said in a harsh whisper. “For Girls Only: psst…” She paused and narrowed her eyes at Haley. “Why did you write a whisper out, by the way?” Haley smiled smugly. “Because it’s a secret.” Groaning, Taylor continued. “I need a Sea Cucumber…you know what it’s for.” She glared at Haley and continued. “Keep it secret, okay?” She jammed the note back in her pocket. “You’re not exactly subtle, you know?”

Thank you and enjoy.

[emo-sebastianstardew]

Demolition Lovers Part 1 Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(I do not own the art in photo. Credit to original I could not find a source)

(this is my first time getting back into writing so bare with me. might be a bit rocky at first but I promise I have great story for ya'll. So please sit back and enjoy I'm not sure how this gonna play out just yet I have a couple of ideas but as of right now we are just going to paint the picture for you. We are going to start on year 1 first time at the farm. So please enjoy.)

You arrived to the bus stop. You looked down at your wrist to check the time. The bus would be there in 15 minutes. You started tapping your foot. The bus finally pulled in and you got on. You sat in one of the back rows there was a girl sitting across from you. She was tapping her foot and was on her phone. She had long blonde hair and she was in a blue shirt with a pink skirt. There were shopping bags all around her. You sat back in your seat and closed your eyes this was going to be a long ride....

The bus came to a screeching stop and you jolted awake. You grabbed your bags and hurried off the bus. Outside was two people waiting to greet you. A man in a green shirt with suspenders and a hat. A woman with ginger hair and tan jacket. They smiled and waved at you.

"Hello (farmers name). My name is Lewis. I'm mayor of Pelican Town and this is Robin." Lewis said.

"Hello (farmers name). I'm Robin like Lewis said. I'm the local carpenter. I live at the top of mountain with my husband and two beautiful children." Robin said.

"Hello Lewis and Robin. It's very nice to meet you both. I'm excited to be here and see grandpa's farm he left for me." You said.

"Well we just wanted to say hi to you before you got all settled in. You should meet the rest of the towns folk today. We have a nice little community here. Have a great day." Robin smiled and walked away with Lewis.

You smiled and waved goodbye to them. You left the bus stop and made it to the farm. It almost took your breath away at first. Yes it wasn't much. However it was so much better than the city. You stood there just for a second to take in how quiet it was. You took a deep breath and let it out. The air was much cleaner here than in the city. You went inside the farm house and began unpacking your belongs. Took you a couple of hours but you were satisfied with what you got done with. You decided that now would be good time to head into town and say hi to some people.

You started making your way to town square. You were about to pass the clinic but you had the urge to go inside real quick. There you met a kinda nervous fellow named Harvey. He told you he was the local doctor. You said your goodbyes and decided to check out shop called Pierre's general goods. You met quite a few people in there. You said your goodbyes to everyone. You continued to explore the town meeting all of its colorful characters in it. After exploring everything in town you'd thought you'd go visit the mountain. You made your way up to it. There you saw a large wooden house and man outside watering the plants. He waved at you. You were hesitant at first because you felt an off vibe about this man but you approached him.

"Hello my name is Demetrius. You're that new farmer right? I'm the local scientist. I live here with my beautiful wife Robin and my beautiful special daughter Maru." He smiled.

You squinted at him for a second and scratched your head.

"Robin said she had two children..." You said looking at him confused.

"Oh.... haha... right there's Sebastian. He lives in our basement." He's whole demeanor changed when he said Sebastian. You saw nothing but anger in his eyes when he talked about him.

"Right........." You said and just walked away.

You walked around the house and saw a pretty decent sized yellow tent and campfire. There was an older man sitting by the fire.

"Hello..." You smiled and waved.

"Erh...." The man just grunted at you.

"My name is (farmers name). I just moved into town." You tugged slightly at the collar of your shirt.

"Hello. I'm Linus, the towns people just call me the wild man who lives in the woods." He mumbled.

"Well are you?" You asked raising an eyebrow.

"I guess so. I chose to live like this." He muttered.

"Well I'm very happy for you then. I don't want to take up to much of your time. I gotta head down to this Saloon everyone is talking about. You have a Goodnight Linus." You smiled and waved goodbye.

You started walking back down lost in thoughts you didn't really see HIM coming. You bumped right into HIM.

"Hey watc-.... You're the new farmer right? Sorry I wasnt really paying attention to where I was walking... Lost in my thoughts...." A man with dark long purple hair stood infront of you. He had gages and dark purple hoodie with skin tight black skinny jeans on with leather boots. You were just staring at him. Lost in his dark purple eyes for a second. He moved his hair out of his face.

"Iiii.... I'm so sorry. I wasn't really paying attention either. New place and all." You smiled even though you could feel your face getting flustered and your hands were starting to sweat.

"Cool. Out of all the places you could of chose to move, why the fuck would you chose here?" He asked blankly staring at you.

"I needed to get away...." You said softly then looked away. Thoughts of pain and sadness from the city started flooding your mind.

"Hey sorry.. I wasn't trying to um.. be an ass. I understand that the city doesn't give a positive effect for everyone..." He smiled slightly, you turned back and looked at him.

"I should get going I've taken to much of your time up already. I gotta get to the Saloon anyways." You smiled.

"Oh... Stardrop?"

"Yeah.."

"I can walk with you and give you a slight tour if you wanted... no pressure.."

"Sure it would be nice to have some company."

To be continued.....

[arttrampbelle]

Srry for the very heated. Very real. Very raw. And cery fucking angry vent below. Im sick of this shit in the mortal kombat "fandom" on here.

Cw: vent. Im Really fucking angry.

gonna ignore the trash heap dumpster fire that is the mortal kombat fandom and write my own mk stuff.

Thats the only mk that exists. The mk in my brain n heart.

Sorry not sorry but mk sucks now. Ed boon legitimately doesn't know or care to listen to the real fans. (He had the audacity to basically say street fighter was outdated when he hadn't done anything worth a lick of fucking damn in 30yrs that was decent and didn't backtrack on. Gameplay and story. Fuck off ed boon you boomer pathetic ass peice of trash. Go suck a fat dick n die. Fr.)

Oh yeah and called street fighter anime like when wtf is he doing making all the characters look so damn young like that sus af boon. Real sus.

Nrs has their egos so far up their asses. And so do these new "fans" who don't bother to care because they wanna just fuck a fictional character. (Dont get me wrong. I self ship,i love the characters too. But i actually have a working brain to know. There is more going on then whatever the fuck im oogling at you twats! Like fucking stop looking at your pathetic blorbos for five fucking seconds and look at the bigger picture here! Thirsty ass bitches. God damn. )

So yeah. Any mk stuff from mortal kombat is gonna be my own writing. So nrs can suck it. New fans can suck it and fucking die in a dumpster fire. They can kiss my whole asscheek.

Fucking ruined scorpion. They will fucking pay for that. Fucked over everything and everyone.

Kung lao. Got fucking nerfed....AGAIN!

Raiden reduced to bitch boi.

Liu kang need a say more?!

Shang tsung. A pathetic welp. Wtaf?! Also why tf is kronika back?! That absolutely makes no sense. Period. Yup. As i suspected. They lokified him. The fans are not villain fans unless they look "pretty" enough for them. Grossly making him like a teeny bopper. Like wtaf is wrong with y'all?! Shang tsung isn't supposed to be a fucking babyface. You weirdos!

Shao kahn. A diablo genshin impact villain rip off.

All the women have same face syndrome. Looking like kim k Instagram models. Gross. Like im sorry. They all look gross and dehydrated to me. All the same body types. All "conveniently attractive". Yeah. 30yrs and they still have yet to make a character look "average" or a character with a larger body type,fat character that wasn't a joke character or thrown to the side. Cant ever make the women normal looking. Nope gotta appease the loser men with porn models. And anyone who is a woman who falls for that shit. Thinking its hashtag girlboss doesn't help this. No. What would be. Is actually hiring and PAYING actual real woc models and voice actors to be in your games. But nope.

Nrs is lazy pathetic pos guys. Who just want money.

All the asian guy characters look like they took Lewis tans face and copy cut pasted it. Fr. They dont look good. At all. They do not look like they have any personality. Period.

Johnny is the only one that is different. Ofc the only white guy is done decent. Because they cant of course fuck up their precious little white dude to project their insecurities on. (Course they did fuck him up because everything thqt made johnny special is now gone. He just some douche who looks like jc)

The shokan are tiny af. Pathetic. Weak. Ugh.

And they wanna disguise this horseshit as something groundbreaking when it's not really. Most fans are not gonna pay and arm n a leg for a shitty game that you guys legit fucking ruined integral lore to.

All hiding it behind "oh but its a new world" no honey its a entirely new game Franchise only using mortal kombat in name brand alone.

Its not even mortal kombat anymore.

ITS SOME PATHETIC ASS DUDES FANFIC FROM A DC FANS BASEMENT ON WATTPAD.

So yeah im pissed.

So anything from me. Mortal kombat related.

Will be from my own writing.

Until nrs can actually pull their heads out their ass and clean house.

I wont be buying anything official from them. Like merch n games. They can suck it. All movies will be pirated. Etc.

I will play the shit i have,and watch and stick to the 95 movie n be done with it.

Fucking hell. They ruined scorpion!

Im just pissed.

[mochisquish]

THEY KILLED SNAKE???????????? JUSTICE FOR SNAKE. This affects me deeply😭

Lewis Tan as a cage fighter…this is the prequel to Mortal Kombat. Why does he have a whole other accent in these flashbacks?

It's so funny they brought back that random bully from tkk3. Could've hired any actor for this role and I would've believed it was the same guy.

Not Terry going full-frontal before an audience of 8. Everyone has canonically seen his penis now, which is great for fanfic writers.👍

Me: What happened between Kreese and Terry was decades of pain and betrayal and it will take a long time to repair that bond, if it can be repaired at all.

Also Me, 2 minutes into episode 9: Why aren't they together yet.

Robbie, my poor, precious boy who sucks at karate...

Honestly if I was Kenny I'd say fuck these people and find a drama-free dojo. Hit up Xander from season 1. The 10% of time they've spent not hating him isn't worth it.

Chozen saying "Maybe find other enemy to do screwing" while looking at Kreese and Terry. Kreese'll screw Terry all right. If you sex-enjoyers know what I mean.

oh my god they were roommates

[fumbling-fanfics]

Three's a crowd - Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan & Pablo Schreiber x Reader

Warnings: threesome, smut, smut and just smut.

This if for @blowmymbackout sorry its taken me an age to get this finished.

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Zeeko is first. You both overindulge in a make-out session worthy of a well directed porn film. You're moaning, his groaning. You writhing on the bed against each other, above the covers like there isn't two other people in the room watching. Waiting.

You're on top of Zeeko, grinding your hips up and down his thigh that you straddle. His tongue deep in your mouth as he holds your face in his hands. Is it possible to still want someone so much while you're touching them?

Clothes are shed slowly, as if you're both too caught up to realise that clothing is in the way to take it off all in one go. Zeeko's top is the first to go. Your hands blindly explore his torso inch by inch as he rolls you onto your back. Then your top is gone, only a split second between it being pulled past your head and your mouth reconnecting with Zeeko's. He's really good with mouth.

And his hands. It's like his hands pay you back in kind for the work your hands just did, but better.

When his mouth finds your neck, you breath out an 'Oh god' next to his ear as his hips grind against yours. You have to tell yourself not to cum without feeling him inside you. You only get one go with him and you're not wasting it.

Your shorts and panties go together, but you're pretty sure someone else is taking them off. You can feel Zeeko's hands somewhere else as your clothing is dragged down your legs.

Someone clearly telling you both to hurry up and get to it. You know who it is but pay him no mind. You're enjoying taking your time with Zeeko, you wish you could do this all night.

His hands grope up the side of your thighs, his fingers make a smooth entrance. Your own fingers clamp around his jaw, your mouth drops open as he tries to keep kissing you. "You like that" he softly laughs. Your knew he'd be good with his hands.

When you don't answer his fingers push in further. You grab his wrist, pushing back. "Don't make me cum like this" you whisper.

Zeeko knows what you mean. What you want. He hikes your leg up higher – allowing better access to line himself up. You can feel the latex of the condom against the inside of your thigh.

It's far better than you had expected. He slides all the way inside of you in one fluid motion. Your eyes closing in bliss, breath catching in your chest as your fingers dig into his skin. Fingers almost embedded into his biceps.

Your head drops back against the bed. You're pretty sure you can't breathe. The pleasant feeling of him filling you up, stretching you out.

“There you go.” There's so much comfort in his voice as one of his large hand cradles the side of your face. Your body shudders as you feel him slowly pull his hips back. He doesn't fully withdraw, his thumb slips into your open mouth as he pushes back in.

His pace is slow, languid, deep strokes. His other hand hold your in place, keeping you where you are, no risk if you escaping. Not that you want to.

"Princess" Pablo leans towards you, speaking into your ear. You want to touch him, but you also can't let go of Zeeko's arms as he continued his pace.

You whimper when you open your mouth to reply to Pablo. All you can do is turn your head to meet his, his tongue brushed against your lip. You try to follow his tongue, stretching your neck up. "You want me to kiss you?“ you nod. You need to get out of the moment, you don't want to come yet.

Pablo grips your face, turning it roughly. His tongue slips into your mouth. His beard scratches against your chin. And then your cheek as his kisses to your neck. You're pretty sure he's giving you a hickey.

You see Lewis off to the side. He looks like he's fighting the urge to join in. But he waits his turn. There's a glint in his eye, a look on his face that says you'll get yours from him.

Zeeko's annoyed at the interruption. It's his time and his time only. One by one he lift up your legs so your knees are up by your chest, and he leans into you with most of his weight. His forearms resting on your chest, heavy against your sternum between your breasts. You can breath. Just about. His hands find your throat.

His grip is soft at first, he wants you to look at him. His pace slows down even more. His hips moving down as he pushes in, and up as he draws out.

The sensation is so intense you can't hold eye contact for long, your eyes rolling back in your head, and your finger nails are digging into his sides and back trying to get him closer.

"You want me to stop baby?“ he stops moving his hips. Just holding himself deep in you and you can't even form words so you just shake your head side to side slowly.

His pace starts again, but still slow and deep, he smirks as he feels you tighten around him. He watches you carefully, like he can see the point inside you he's hitting through your eyes.

When you cum, you cum hard. Your can't open your eyes at first, your back arches but Zeeko keeps a grip on your throat, holding you down.

He removes one hand from your throat, using it to balance and steady himself as he cums. His hips stutter, the grip on your throat tightens and he grinds his hips against yours.

"Shit" you gasp, as your stomach spasms. He's deep, really deep. And then he's not. His hand let's go of your throat. His presence lifting away. Your arm slips off the edge of the bed before you can catch yourself.

"You okay?" Zeeko catches you for a moment. You nod, holding onto him.

"Fuck" Zeeko laughs as he lets you go and walks away. You struggle to push yourself up to sit, your body still shaking and spasming.

You whine in defeat, falling back against the bed taking a deep breathe.

Your pulled closer to the edge of the bed, by an ankle. Then flipped over onto your stomach. You don't fight it. You can't.

The sting of a slap on you ass, draws you attention behind you. It's Lewis. He strokes himself, slowly as he stands behind you, between your legs. "My turn" he grins. He makes a show of rolling on the condom.

You're not ready, you still need to catch your breath.

Lewis adjusts you slightly, he keeps you on your front, but lifts one of your legs up onto the bed.

His hand presses into your lower back. Lewis is rough compared to Zeeko. But that's not necessarily an issue.

He enters you roughly, you're balling the bed covers into your palms. His pace is faster, but still deep as he pins you down into the bed.

Lewis tugs you back against him, leaning down over you. Your cheek presses uncomfortably into the mattress. "You like it rough, don't you" he growls into your ear.

You struggle to nod, your face still pressed into the mattress. He laughs pushing up off of you. His hand stings against your ass as you take a large breath.

Lewis tugs your hips up off the bed a little. You feel his hands spread your ass to watch himself moving in and out of you.

Lewis' hands grip your upper arms and he pulls you back up off the bed with a yank. "Look at you" he laughs, you arch your back as Lewis pulls on your arms.

"Look at them when I'm fucking you. Look" you turn your head to the side best you can, looking at Zeeko and Pablo. Lewis picks up his pace, harsh thrusts that make your chest bounce roughly.

Pablo is sitting back with Zeeko, he seems satisfied with Lewis' harsh interaction with you. He's enjoying that Lewis is far from soft like Zeeko was.

Zeeko moves to get up but Pablo stops him, shaking his head saying something.

Lewis let's go of one of your arms, you steady yourself with your free arm, only to find him shifting his grip from your arm to your throat. You use your other now free arm to hold yourself up so his hold on your throat isn't so much.

His hands tighten as you tighten around him. "You like being choked?" he asks, you nod best you can. "Oh, you gonna cum? I can feel that" you don't nod, your head drops forward as your cum, the bed cover balling into you hands again.

When his grip around your throat tightens as he cums you try to make him let go but he doesn't, growling as he grinds his hips into your ass.

When he does let go of your throat you fall against the bed, your arms unable to hold you up. He pulls out of you quickly and slaps your ass one more time. A sharp slap, you can feel how sore it will be tomorrow and the following days.

"That was fun!" Lewis laughs.

You don't even bother to try and roll over, you just lie there and wait.

You shiver when Pablo turns you on to your back. He leans over you, his fingers brushing your cheek. He kisses you gently.

When he moves lower down your body, dragging his hands over your skin you try to stop him but he bat's your hands away, and settles between your legs.

His beard burns against your thighs as he savours you. He presses down on your hips holding you firmly in place as he pulls shakey gasps, whines and moans from you. You could feel a stitch developing in your side as you struggled to breath, too worn out. You try and push away, but he pulls you back adding the use of his fingers.

When your sounds become muffled, Pablo peers up from in between your legs to see you've grabbed hold of a pillow which you hold against your face, shaking. He laughs as he kisses the inside of your thigh one last time.

He crawls up over your body, tearing the pillow from your hands, throwing it off the bed. With a smile he slips his arm under your waist, pulling you further up onto the bed.

He nudges your legs apart, kneeling between them. When you don't bother to move, he pulls one of your legs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He kisses your calf.

"You ready?" he asks resting his forehead against yours. Before you can even nod, he's sliding inside of you with a long groan.

You feel sick. In a good way. Like your body doesn't even know how to react in a logical way anymore. It's all too much.

Pablo is heavy against you. You can feel all of him pinning you down against the bed. His hips grind against yours, your thighs around his waist. You move your hands to his shoulders and chest with a push. But he doesn't like that.

He shakes his head slowly. Each one of his hands gripping you wrists. You try to fight him, but you don't win. Your arms are pinned above your head.

He laces his fingers with yours as he rocks himself into you with all his body weight. “Cuming already" Pablo teased as your walls fluttered around him. He knew the feeling all too well. With one hard thrust you cum. Your fingers tighten as they are laced with Pablo's, he watches you all but pass out under him but he doesn't stop.

He lets your hands go, allowing you to bite on your fist. His hands find your waist and pin you down. He watches you still, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Get up" when you don't move he pulls you up, steadying you as your wobbly on your legs. He sits down on the edge of the bed, still gripping your upper arms to hold you up.

"Get on my lap" you whine in defeat, you don't want to. You have no energy to stand, let alone be on top. You place your hands on his shoulders for balance.

You take Pablo's dick in your hand, sliding your hand up and down it a couple times as you position yourself above it. You stare at Pablo, suppressing any reaction as you slowly sink down onto him.

“You don't make me cum, I'll let Lewis fuck you again" you know what he's doing. Why he's pissed. You debate if you should annoy him. Counter his offer, but who are you kidding, you're already struggling, bit sure where you're now found energy is coming from.

Pablo leans back on his arms, a smug look on his face. You slide your hands up his chest, resting your shaking hands on his shoulders. You lean forward a little, arching your back as you move.

You don't bother trying to keep quiet moaning as you ride up and down, thighs burning. You roll your eyes closed really feeling how Pablo feels inside you. It feels so good the way he fills you up deep, hard and thick.

You create a steady pace, making a show of arching your back, slipping your fingers into your mouth in bliss, then trailing them down your chest as you cup one of your tits. Pablo lucks his lips as he watches you.

You lean forward against his chest, placing your hand on the side of his neck. He throws an arm around your waste, balancing back still on one arm.

"Look at that ass" Lewis admires from behind.

"Lewis, hold her arms" Pablo pushes you back with his hand around your throat. Lewis is up behind you in no time, pulling your arms back behind you. His fingers grip you tightly, like Pablo's around your throat.

You stare at Pablo through hooded eyes, watching as the familiar muscle in his jaw and neck twitches. You let your head drop back, closing your eyes and you slow down your pace moving by feeling the spots where Pablo's dick hits inside you. "Daddy" scrapes out of your throat as your walls constrict around him.

You expect a big orgasm, you've already had too many to count. But the soft buzz ripples harder through you and tense hard, back arching so you can see Lewis. Your whole body tenses as you continue to cum. Pablo drops to his elbows grunting with grip vice like around your throat as his stomach muscles twitching as he cum into you.

Lewis let's go of your arms, letting you drop onto Pablo. "Not fair" he moans as he slaps your ass again. You nuzzle your face into Pablo's neck, enjoying the chance to lay against someone. His chest rises and falls quickly as his arms wrap around you. He holds his lips against the top of your head.

They leave you, fast asleep on the bed. You don't even wake when Pablo pulls out of you.

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Move Heaven To Make Hell Pay {Prologue}

Lewis Tan x OFC Tissandra Hudson AU

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Prologue, Drug Reference, Violence Reference

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Not Yet. Soon.

Note: We’ve got a Lewis Tan AU! He isn’t an actor in this one and this one’s genre has a lot of fantasy elements in it. I’ve been reluctant to share this one because it will also incorporate some Asian culture (because I am in love with it like legit obsessed) and I don’t want to offend anyone if I mix and mash things together for my own purposes. I plan to do just that but will remain true to the culture. I’m nervous to share it but I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Prologue

What were life and death when you’d lived as long as he had? What was life? He’d long lost the true meaning of life, long forgotten the joys of this moral world. As he drove in the back of the chauffeured Bentley, he stared out of the window, watching everything and nothing at all. All around, people were bustling about hurrying from this place to the next to see this person or another or try this or that. They were always in a rush.

 He guessed he understood. They were on a time limit. One day the reaper would come for them and not one of them knew when that day would be. Rushing was all they knew.

 Once upon a time death was something he tried to avoid, but those days were long gone. Now he recklessly confronted it, daring it to stake its claim but each and every time, death eluded him. It was a disappointment each time, but it was an outcome he expected. Death was not in the cards he was dealt. Nothing would change his fate. Well, there was one thing and one thing only—or one person that is.

 He took a slow deep breath then released it just as slowly. A heaviness that he always carried with him weighed him down, but right now, that heaviness felt more profound. Groaning, he balled his firsts still raw and tender from the workout he’d put them through an hour ago.

 “You good, boss?”

 Angling his head to the left first, then the right the cracking of the tendons echoed in the car; “Fine.”

 “I doubt they’ll ever try that shit again,” Cobra, his driver, and head of his protection detail said from the driver’s seat.

 He scoffed because he knew they would try it again. It was the way of his world. If you didn’t go for the king, how could you ever be the king? He knew the game and expected it. He had been living in this world for too long to not know the mentality of everyone in it. If you had ambition, drive, a whole lotta balls, and a few screws loose, his throne was the one to come for. That was the thing though; if you came for the king, you better not miss, and they all missed.

 He grabbed the tumbler from the cup holder it resided in and gulped the amber colored Hibiki down, ignoring the burn as it poured down his throat to then engulf his stomach. A deafening crack of thunder that was loud enough to shake the car erupted outside and he felt the blow surge through him.

 “Fuck!”  

 He gripped the armrest tightly keeping himself in control. A few cars up ahead swerved, momentarily before getting back into their lanes, no doubt the drivers being shocked by the sudden thunder.

 This had happened before. In the last few weeks, he’d heard it and felt it over seven times. It had even happened before a few weeks ago too. He’d heard it several hundred times before, and he knew what they meant. Fighting to overcome the pain in his chest, his eyes moved to the window watching the people scurry along their way. Again, the thunder struck, and again the pain ricocheted through him. With it, the night lit up with a bolt of lightning across the sky, illuminating the faces of those in the crowd. In a blink, he saw her. It was as if the thunder and lightning had planted her there.

 He couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was. He’d found her. Everyone around her was frozen and she stood there gazing up at the sky. She stretched her arms out as if waiting for something. He trailed his eyes over every inch of her face beginning at the gentle arch of her brows that framed the deepest, most hypnotizing eyes he’d ever gazed into—ever. Then he moved to her full and shapely lips that were covered in a plum-colored lipstick that made them look so damn inviting. When his eyes crossed to her memorable cheekbones the memories flooded him and for several long moments, he was frozen as if he’d overdosed and was now on a trip.

 “Don’t move,” he managed to croak out before his eyes fluttered closed.

 He allowed the effects to take him. It was no use fighting it.  His breaths came in ragged, and shaky though forced they were. It felt as if someone was sitting right on his chest, and he had to struggle for each breath. A slow tingle traveled through his body and pooled in the most sensitive parts of him—fingertips, lips, spine, toes. The stirring of his cock was another sensation that he buried himself into, letting it do to him what it willed.

 A groan escaped him as a wave of pleasure took him up, up, up. The feeling of soaring through the air filled him and everything made him feel alive. The harmonious melodies of the guqin filled his head and brought him back to times of old. He could almost feel her. Almost. Then the searing pain came. It was a pain he knew to expect, yet still, it took him by surprise. It was the pain of loss. His head jerked back as his body convulsed going through the tail end of the same process, he’d experienced time and time again. His teeth gnashed together, grinding while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At light speed, every memory played back, the good, the wonderful, the bad, and the ugly. It was his reminder. Even from his grave the ruthless bastard still hadn’t changed. He was still a brutal tyrant.

 He groaned as he was finally released and brought back to reality. It took time for his body to calm down, time for him to stop shaking, time for him to reign in every sense that was reawakened—sharpened even. Through the pain that wracked his body nearly crippling him, all he could echo in his mind was—finally. His eyes flew open and instantly he snapped his head back to the window, but she was gone.

 “No.”

 He flung open the door then stepped out into a downpour of rain looking up and down the sidewalk, hoping to see her in any face that passed him. She wasn’t there. The rain poured down his face, drenching his designer three-piece suit but he didn’t care. A black Mercedes pulled up behind his Bentley and De-Wei stepped beside him without saying a word. The scent of his signature smoke blend surrounded him. Neither of them spoke.

 “Strange weather.”

 He finally looked beside him at De-Wei who brought the rolled brown paper to his lips and took a puff. The amount of rain should have drenched it making it impossible to smoke but nothing was impossible the longer you lived. He didn’t bother answering, instead, he arched back looking up into the night sky.

 “It’s her.”

 “You should be happy,” De-Wei expressed.

 He was right. He should be. He was, but the more times he experienced this, the more he anticipated the end. He’d become bitter.

 “Find her.”

 De-Wei hesitated long enough to take another long drag from his rolled smoke. He slowly blew it out then held it out for him to take.

 “Consider it done.”

 With that, he took the smoke and got back inside his car while De-Wei went his way. Taking a long pull, he held the smoke and allowed the swirl of emotions inside of him to settle. It wasn’t happening quick enough and after a minute he blew the smoke out. There was much to do, and he was determined this would be the last time.

 “Let’s go.”

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[dprwolfgang]

Crossover Masterlist

 ANGEL REYES

Sin Ti, Pt.2

DALEX

EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES

LEWIS TAN

LUNAY

MALUMA

RICHARD CAMACHO

Old Dog, New Bitch

Amigos Na’ Mas

STEPHEN JAMES

VITÃO

ZABDIEL DE JESUS

Eres Mía

ZEEKO ZAKI

De Cero // OA Zidan

One

Two

Three

[bakarilennox]

Tracey’s Birthday Fic-a-Thon!

Hi everybody! I never did this before so excuse how lackluster this post looks.

For those who don’t know, I’m turning 15+16 on July 17th. I was wondering… if you have time of course, would write a some feel-good (or feel-angst) one shots, head cannons, or drabbles about some of my favorite men (& women) candy that I write or blog about.

Names include, but not limited to:

Lewis Tan:

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II:

Precious Lee:

Trevante Rhodes:

Monster Woo:

Jimin:

Chris Evans:

Winston Duke:

Henry Cavill:

(I had to give faces to names, sorry)

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I will list a few prompts and you can start there or freestyle, whatever floats your boat. I prefer romantic smut fics, but they don’t have to be. Just tag them as #ABirthdayFicforTre.

Prompts:

“I’m only baking a cake, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

A birthday evening that turns into an wedding proposal

Birthday Baecation/Friendcation

“Surprise! Aye, where your clothes at?”

Karaoke night “Please stop singing for the love of God.”

“I made you a mixtape/playlist.”

Romantic walk on the beach

“Come get your cat!”

“Excuse me miss, I believe you stole my heart. May you please return it.”

Birthday massage

“I’ll help you with wash day babe.”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s stay in and cuddle.”

“I bought this and thought of you.”

“I was browsing online and I found this story you wrote about me.”

“I’m glad that I’m here with you.”

Indoor Nerf gun fight

The love interest’s dog leads them to my dog

“I’m only cooking dinner, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

“Hey I’m lost, can you help me find where [whatever place you choose] is?”

Birthday shopping spree

“C’mon, let me do your makeup. It’ll look good I promise.”

Found log dog, returns it to the love interest/future friend

Love interest/ friend hears me singing in the shower and joins in

“I can take all the groceries in one trip, don’t worry.”

Loses phone at the park, love interest/future friend finds it & returns it to you.

“I love everything about you.”

“I know that you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I got this for you!”

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Your mom said I’m invited to the cookout so that’s why I’m here.”

With best friend at a sports game and the kiss cam comes and we kiss. We secretly crushed on each other.

Birthday pool party and Love interest/friend shows up unannounced.

Whatever you want. (except i*cest, race play, use of slurs, etc.) Just be respectful basically.

This is open to everyone, but I’m tagging the people that I often see write fics so if you wanna join, I’d love it! And I am all about no pressure, so submit when you can and shoot me a message/tag whenever. 😊

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Thanks in advance for making this the best birthday ever! 🥳😁

[natashacoco]

@fumbling-fanfics hijack my ask anytime, especially with the add-ons like that.

And I imagine when the two of you are out and about people come up to the two of you and can’t help but to gush about seeing the two of you on tv because they’ve watched the show and you guys are they’re favorite part about watching it.

But that t-shirt thot, Ooff. I love the way he sits (it’s some weird kink I have, don’t @ me anybody).

THIS POSE WITH THE ANGEL SHIRT AS HE’S SAYING “THAT’s MY ANGEL UP ON THE STAGE” AND SHES COMING HOME WITH ME but only with his eyes 😍🥵 LAWD HAVE MERCY

Also this ^^^ is the look I imagine Lewis giving The Weeknd during your little interaction on the catwalk. Abel better watch his back

I would love some Lewis content to quench my thirst. What if him and the reader were in a relationship and she's a VS model. During one of the shows, another celebrity comes up and starts flirting with her and Lew gets jealous. He takes the reader somewhere that no one will find them and rearranges them guts 🤭.

Oh anon, you came to the right place. Plus I’m currently writing some other Lewis content to wet your whistle and other places 🥵🤫

This was your first Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and you were excited to be apart of it since you’d watch the show religiously every year

The two of you worked together both in front of the camera as models and behind the camera as your photographer on a couple of shoots. 

One thing led to another and the two of you started dating

Finally it was your time to walk down the runway and your nerves were at an all time high, but luckily Lewis was in the first row and that helped your nerves, even blowing a kiss his way in thanks

Making your way back to the stage you’re running on an adrenaline high and being rushed off to change into another outfit

 During another one of your walks, The Weeknd is the music performer and you interact with him a little, shimming as you pass him by

You catch Lewis’s eye and you swear you can see his jaw clenching from where you are on the catwalk. 

Between walking the stage, you’re being interviewed and the topic of your little interaction with The Weeknd comes up, especially since he seemed to be into you.  

You laugh it up, knowing his affinity for dating models but just say that you’re fine with the man you already have

At the end of the show, you finally see Lewis and your heart skips a beat when he looks your way. 

Reaching him, he pulls you in and whispers in your ear so nobody else can hear

“I saw the way Abel looked at you up there. Would you rather have him than me?” He’d hiss, nipping playfully at your ear. 

“I know for damn sure that he can’t fuck you the way that I can, hmm.”

“Do i need to remind you whom this pussy belongs to, because it sure as hell isn’t him, or any other person out there. It is mine, and mine alone, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME Y/N?!?” 

You’re left speechless by him yet again as he yanks you off to an empty dressing room. 

He has the both of you looking into the mirror, hands on your hips as he’s thrusting into you. Hands on the mirror to brace yourself for his thrusts

He’s praising you for taking him so well and you’re surprised security hasn’t been called or broken down the door with how loud you’re being

by the time you cum you’re sure that you’re not allowed to call yourself an Angel, and the way that Lewis knows your body he might as well be the Devil

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