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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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

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

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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?"

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-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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teaenthusiast65 · 1 year

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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!

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone au #fanfiction #fanfic #tolya and tamar #tolya #tolya yul bataar #the darkling #general kirigan #tolya x oc #darkling x oc #ben barnes #lewis tan #real person fanfiction #tolya fanfic #darklina fanfic #lewis tan fanfiction #ben barnes fanfiction

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landoom · 25 days

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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.)

oOoOoOo

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

oOoOoOo

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

oOoOoOo

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."

oOoOoOo

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.

oOoOoOo

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.”

oOoOoOo

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.”

oOoOoOo

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.

oOoOoOo

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

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thetwelfthcrow · 3 months

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hiii babe!! the 4433 teacher au made me fall down the brocedes rabbit hole again and i want to cry about them lmao they make me insane

so i read a bunch of brocedes angst fanfics and listened to songs that reminded me of them oops

but i wanted to see if there were other people on here who also listen to olivia rodrigo and taylor swift so i wanted to share these thoughts here and fall down the brocedes angst hole with me

the grudge by olivia rodrigo……..listen to it and tell me it’s not the most brocedes song to ever brocedes, like the ENTIRE song i don’t even want to list out certain lines bc then i’ll be quoting the whole song

but i screamed when i first heard “i have nightmares each week about that friday in may” bc the barcelona 2016 brocedes crash was literally in may 😭

the midnight rain x back to december mashup (both songs by tswift) (can be found on youtube)

midnight rain is lewis’ pov: “he wanted a bride, i was making my own name” “chasing that fame, he stayed the same, all of me changed” “and he never thinks about me, except when i’m on tv”

back to december is nico’s pov: “it turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you, wishing i’d realized what i had when you were mine” “i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile” “i’d go back in time and change it, but i can’t”

anyways yeah sorry that was long but past brocedes make me go insane

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #pinkjamblesss #brocedes #this was made really quickly i just didn't find any other way #in which i could honor these lyrics hahahaha #anyway drop those brocedes fic recs!

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emo-sebastianstardew · 1 year

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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.....

#sdv sebastian #stardew valley #sdv #stardew #fanfic #sdv farmer #sdv fandom #sdv fanfic

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bakarilennox · 2 years

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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. 😊

Tags: @royallyprincesslilly @tgigoldie @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @muse-of-mbaku @cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites @kittehkwrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @ingeniousmindoftune @stargirlfics @celestianstars @pm-my-hubbies @liquorlaughslove @laketaj24 @fumbling-fanfics @natashacoco & whoever sees this.

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

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arttrampbelle · 8 months

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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.

#hater can literally die mad #vent #admin is pissed #mortal kombat

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wesper-ao3feed · 2 months

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Im So Alive

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SeWtyRU by Nematic The story starts right after Jack just received his WhatsOnStage award, thinking he was completely spent and ready to go home with Cavan to sleep for a week, only to find that his boyfriend has made other arrangements. And suddenly it's a party of five, with a lot of alcohol, and suddenly things slowly start to heat up! I picture the story as safe and carefree, just fun fluff and smut - oh there will be sooooo much smut. Especially after Freddy reveals a secret the other boys can't wait to exploit. And might also include some light roleplaying, with them going into their characters from the show, and would you really blame me? Words: 2900, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Shadow and Bone (TV), Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Next to Normal - Kitt/Yorkey Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Jack wolfe, Cavan Clarke, Freddy Carter, Kit Young, Lewis Tan Relationships: Jack Wolfe/Cavan Clarke, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck Additional Tags: WhatsOnStage, awardshow, Jack Wolfe winning best supporting performer in a musical, jack Wolfe fantasy, Jack centered fanfic, All Is just pure imagination, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, WOS award, Jack performing I’m Alive, I’m alive, After Party, Next to Normal musical London, Next to Normal - Freeform, After the after-party, celebrating the award Jack won, Freddy brought his camera, So much smut for these guys, wesper read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SeWtyRU

#wesper #wylan x jesper #wesper fanfiction #wesper ao3feed #ao3feed #fanfiction

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: Move Heaven to Make Hell Pay {2}

Lewis Tan x Tissandra Hudson AU (Alternate Universe)

Warning: Angst, TW: Cancer talk, Plot Heavy

Words: 3.9k

Summary: Coming 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.

Note II: This chapter has a little mandarin in it. I’ve added a glossary.

If you enjoyed this LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG.

As always, thank you for reading!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

Chapter Two: A Twist of Fate

“Uh he-llo!”

You snapped your head in the opposite direction from where you stood with your back turned to the client staring at a sequined jumpsuit.

“Yes.”

“I’ve been calling you for two whole minutes,” the socialite whined.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed down any annoyance her voice caused then replied.

“I apologize, I was looking for a few selections for you and I am sure that this--,”

You hurried back over to the rack where the sequined jumpsuit rested, grabbed it then hurried back to her holding it up for her to assess.

“This is going to be your favorite party item for the season.”

She, Evelyn Rappaport, daughter of Melinda and Sebastian Rappaport one of the most known socialites in the city closely examined the garment with one eyebrow raised. The item wasn’t spectacular, but it was a hot item. It had just got in that morning, and you’d fielded a lot of calls from the city’s best-dressed women demanding that one be placed to the side for them.

“Hmm,” Evelyn began as she tapped her perfectly manicured red nail to her bottom lip painted the same red. A few more seconds passed with her scanning every inch of the garment before she looked at you and a devious look entered her eyes.

“Do I look like a woman who would wear something off the rack? Yes, this looks acceptable but only for the likes of you. My eye can see the flaws in it.”

Clenching your jaw, you swallowed the venom rising. This was still a job you needed.

“Maybe you are okay wearing flawed items,” she began giving your frame a quick once over with her critical eye. “But I require more.”

With that, she turned her back and walked closer to the floor-length mirror to look at the pieced together outfit you’d styled an hour ago. You turned your back, rolled your eyes then placed the jumpsuit back on the rack. All the stylists in the store knew Evelyn Rappaport enjoyed belittling anyone who wasn’t on her level. If your family’s net worth was less than hers, she tormented you relentlessly. So, if you were a service worker why would she spare you?

“Girl,” she addressed knowing damn well that wasn’t your name or title.

Again, you gritted your teeth and approached her with one thought in mind, you needed this job.

“Ms. Rappaport.”

“I’ll take this and six others in the dressing room. Are you sure it was you who put these together this week?”

With dead eyes, you nodded.

“Interesting. I was for sure it was someone more experienced, chicer.”

You balled your fists trying to override the urge to pull back her disgusting extension blonde and grey low light hair. The woman was insufferable.

“I’m pleased you liked the selections this week. I’ll make note of it for next week.”

The look on her face said she was either impressed she hadn’t gotten a rise out of you, or she was confused why she hadn’t. You’d seen plenty of stylists fired because of her antics. She liked to rile everyone up, disrespect them, and when she’d pushed them to their limits where they talked back, they were gone the next day. You’d known many women like her and none of them had ever broken you. She had no idea who she was messing with.

“I want to try on that blazer again, bring it here,” Evelyn ordered.

You nodded then walked back to the dressing room where she’d left her things. You took up the blazer and saw the little pins that had been stuck in the item to secure it to the silk hanger. Your mouth twitched with a smirk and before thinking about it you took up a few of the pins and arranged them throughout the blazer then returned. She had her arms held out as if she expected you to put the thing on her like she was some queen.

“Tissandra, a word please?”

To the right, you saw Sonja Oratuse, your boss and owner of the company, signaling you over.

“Excuse me a moment,” you said, hooking it onto the rack beside the mirror. You knew she would tire of waiting and put it on herself. It was what you were counting on.

You scurried toward Sonja and waited for the shriek you knew would come.

“How are the selections?”

“She likes them and will be taking them.”

Sonja smiled and nodded her approval etched across her face.

“Well done, Tissandra. I knew when I hired you that you would be an asset to the company. I have not had one client dissatisfied with your stylings.

You smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

Taking a sly glance back you saw the limit of Evelyn’s patience and as she grabbed the blazer, she released an entitled huff then slipped it on. Almost instantly, she shrieked out and the most delicious sense of satisfaction filled you.

“Oh my god!”

You ran back to her with every single ounce of concern laced in your features.

“Ms. Rappaport. Is everything all right?”

Evelyn shrieked again then wiggled but you knew that every move she made would only prompt the pins to attack her more. Sure enough, she continued to shriek.

“There’s—there is something in—aah!”

She tried to shake off the blazer, but it looked to be a struggle. Sonja stepped in and helped her at the same time you did.

“Oh, my goodness,” you said faux shock in your voice. You raised the blazer closer to your face.

“Ms. Rappaport, did you forget to take the pins off of the blazer as I instructed and cautioned?”

Sonja looked at the blazer then sighed.

“Ms. Rappaport it looks like you forgot to,” she added.

“Why must I? It is your job as the clothes girl to take them off!”

Sonja sighed again then pointed to the sign with clear caution words in bolded lettering.

Please Check Clothing For Pins Before Putting Them On

“In order to keep the items in pristine condition to be worthy of your heavenly gaze, we pin them.”

Evelyn looked as if she were ready to pounce. She stepped forward to you with her hand raised and like a premonition you saw the actions she was about to take. You watched her hand lower to your cheek, heard the loud snap as her hand connected with your face, felt the sharp sting against your flesh a product of her hand and the diamond ring she’d intentionally turned around, so the bauble added to your discomfort. You then saw her shove you to the ground before you’d even gotten a chance to react.

It all played out for you in a matter stretched of seconds in a slow-motion reel. At the corner of your eye, an impeccably dressed man in a black suit and a white tie caught your eye. His stance was pure power. You couldn’t see his face because of the grey smoke from the cigar he puffed that hid it, but behind him, you swore you saw a radiating red dragon emblem as if it were shadowing him or shielding him. Then he was gone.

Bringing your attention back in front of you, you saw Evelyn raise her hand as before. A chilling sense of DeJa'Vu washed over you but before you could dwell on it, Evelyn made her move. As she dropped her hand toward your face, you dipped then stepped to the left avoiding her hand. The rest of her actions followed what you’d seen. She moved as if to push you, but because of the suddenness of your movement she hadn’t processed them, and the momentum sent her forward stumbling over her own two feet into the rack of jumpsuits she claimed were flawed.

“Oh my,” Sonja gasped, “Ms. Rappaport there is no need for violence.”

Evelyn turned around rage on her face but before she could do or say anything else laughter rang out around you. Her shrieks had brought an audience and her antics had kept them fully engaged.

“Evelyn?”

Evelyn blanched as she straightened up. “T— Taosaka?”

The tall woman with curly jet-black hair looked surprised but also slightly smug. The two other women she was with looked amused while one held her phone up like she was recording.

“Did I just see correctly? Were you trying to assault yet another person?”

Evelyn looked around then giggled uncomfortably.

“Me? I don’t know what you are talking about. I’ve never assaulted anyone?”

It was a lie. She was most recently in the tabloids for doing just that to her fourth personal assistant and this time this personal assistant filed charges. They were later brushed under the rug though. Everyone suspected she’d been paid off very handsomely. Still, it caused a lot of bad press for the Rappaports.

“I just recorded the whole thing, Evie. It’s a good thing she’s quick on her feet or you’d have more charges. You’re turning into quite the delinquent. I think I’ll hang on to this never know when it’ll come in handy and for whom,” the woman with the phone said as she gave you a sly look as if to imply she’d give you the footage.

The three women snickered as Evelyn turned red again but this time it looked from embarrassment. Serves her right you thought. Evelyn rushed past everyone and ran toward the exit leaving behind the styled outfits and her own clothes she’d worn in. Sonja sighed and pressed her palm to her forehead. Evelyn had caused her quite a few headaches and she knew this was the latest one.

“What a mess,” she said.

“Don’t worry about her. As long as we have this footage, she won’t cause any problems.”

Sonja smiled. “Thank you, Ms. Tsu.”

She dressed like a socialite, talked like a socialite, and looked like one too, but you didn’t recognize her.

“No need to thank me. She’s always been on her high horse thinking she’s God herself thinking her family is better because their money is clean as snow. Little does she know her family is as dirty as they come, hell even dirtier than the devil himself.”

Her eyes flitted to you as she gave you a once over.

“I will say that your style sense is spot on. You could almost not tell that viper was masquerading as a guttersnipe.”

You snorted but immediately stopped yourself.

“Well anytime you’d like an outfit I’m here,” you offered with a kind smile.

“ Taosaka Tsu. I’ll be in touch Sonja.”

She walked away with her team leaving you and Sonja to clean up the mess leftover.

After you’d cleaned up and when all was quiet again you went to one of the desks and typed in Taosaka’s name. Sonja kept a profile of every client. There was usually information on their preferred style, chosen designers, and spending habits listed there and, any other piece of information that would help in styling them. This could be their likes, hobbies, favorites, prized vacation locations, and even preference in men.

Sonja always said you can tell a lot about a woman’s style by the men she’s attracted to. Who a woman chooses to spend their time with said more about her than the people around her. Evelyn had always been seen around with sons of billionaires who had their share of scandals that always revolved around womanizing. You never knew how she could stomach it.

Finding Taosaka’s information, you read through the sparse file. There was information about her style, designers, favorite restaurants, music, and men she paraded on her arm as well as spending habits. The woman loved luxury and loved to burn through cash. Everything in here said she had more money than Evelyn which was interesting because Evelyn was always on her high horse about her wealth. If Taosaka was wealthier what did her family do?

The more you looked the more your curiosity was piqued. There was no information about her family in there or net worth. It was like she just got her wealth from thin air. At the thought of wealth coming from thin air, you thought about yourself. It had been a week since you’d acquired over fifty thousand dollars. A week since you’d tucked away that giftbox on the highest shelf of your closet behind old clothes and shoes so it would be difficult to reach. A week since the knowledge of it had driven you crazy.

You hadn’t used not one crisp hundred note. You’d pretended it wasn’t there even though half of you screamed at you every day to just use it. No one had come to request it back, no one had sent any threatening letters to demand it back or else everything had been quiet. Part of you had accepted it was yours to do with as you chose but the other half was worried that it was some sort of trap though, for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out who would want to trap you or why.

The week you’d been sitting on the money you’d gone about your life as normal. Worked, went to visit your father, ate then slept. Each day you went to see him there was no improvement in his condition. Each night you came home from visiting him you stared at your closet thinking you had the means to help him right there, but you were sitting on it unable to bring yourself to pull the trigger.

At the end of your shift, you decided to go by the hospital to see your father but the minute you stepped onto his floor you saw the scurry of activity and wondered what was happening. Three nurses ran past you making you press your back to the wall to give them maximum space to do their job. Two nurses ran into the room that belonged to your father and that was when your panic began.

As if floating you drifted down the hall and into your father’s room to see three nurses working on him. One was doing CPR, the other held the defibrillator paddles while the third was monitoring the monitors beside his bed. You watched as the nurse in purple pressed the paddles to his chest and his torso lifted off the bed. She did it once, then twice and each time your heart stopped.

“We have a pulse!”

That was when two other nurses came and ushered you out of the room. Though their lips were moving you heard no words just the sound of your heart beating. You sat down on the seat that was right outside of the room and replayed everything that just happened. You’d almost lost him. He was gone, flatlined, deceased but now he was back. You’d been alone in the world for a few short minutes, and you felt like you’d been having an out-of-body experience like this wasn’t your reality and it had nearly given you a mental breakdown.

“Tissandra?”

You looked up, eyes filled with tears into the friendly and handsome face of Dr. Massey.

“Dr. Massey.”

You abruptly stood preparing for the worst. Dr. Massey looked sympathetic and slightly helpless. Without thinking you lunged to him and pressed your face to his chest and wept. It took several moments but Dr. Massey wrapped his arms around you and allowed you a few moments. Your emotions poured from you like water from a faucet.

All your frustrations of the present and past week, the uncertainty of the future, fears, and very real worries flowed out of you. You felt Dr. Massey’s arms tighten around you and his scent overpowered you. something inside of your psyche flared and sent ripples of alarm and trepidation through you as if this lone action was forbidden or some sort of betrayal. That was when you came back to your senses.

Pulling from him you sniffled and used the backs of your hands to dry your tears.

“Em—I’m sorry,” you quietly said.

“No, it’s all right. I understand. We all need someone sometimes.”

You took a breath then looked at him again. Every time you spoke up until now his eyes had been masked, now they seemed clear, and his meaning shone brightly. Was he offering himself as your someone?

Shaking the thought off, you spoke, “How—how is he?”

“We were able to resuscitate him. I’ve checked his vitals; they don’t look to be impacted. He wasn’t down for long. He is now stable.”

“Oh thank god. What happened?”

“Complications. His situation is getting worse. I’ve been trying different things this week to keep the new symptoms at bay but--,” he sighed and dropped his head defeated. “I’m sorry. I wish I had better news.”

Again, your tears welled. You tried to keep them at bay by focusing on swallowing the lump in your throat. That was it, you thought. Decision made.

“The clinical trial—is that still an option for him?”

Dr. Massey studied you then nodded slowly.

“Yes, he is still a good candidate, because of the seriousness of his condition the parameters of the trial are actually better suited for him.”

“If we get him in how soon would we start?”

“Within thirty-six hours but preparations begin immediately.”

You took a deep breath then slowly released it.

“Let’s do it. Let’s do the trail,” you declared with all the determination you’d grown up with. You refused to lose your father when you had the means to help him. You’d worry about any consequences later knowing that they would be worth it.

~~~~~~~~~

Dr. Massey wasn’t kidding when he said the preparations would begin immediately. Once you’d returned from your house with the amount of money needed stuffed on your body rather than in your purse because you worried someone would snatch your purse, you paid the fees and did everything to get the process started. Dr. Massey did his part with all the paperwork and communications between the trial leaders and began everything taking the worries from you.

He thoroughly explained the trial and what to expect in very clear and graphic detail. His reasoning he wanted you to know what you were in store for and didn’t want there to be any surprises. He’d said it would be intense for him and he’d take an immediate turn for the better if his system accepted the process. He warned that many patients experienced immediate positive results, then a sharp decline before a balance out. By the time he’d finished explaining everything, you’d been in his office for nearly two hours. You left the hospital with a feeling of newfound hope that perhaps tomorrow would be a better day.

A week later your father was in the middle of the first week of the trial and he was then hooked up to more wires than he had been before. The first sight of him made you waver and wonder if you’d made the wrong decision but after some reassurance from Dr. Massey, you steeled yourself and prepared for the road ahead.

Another week passed and this week brought the eighty-seven thousand dollars you’d used for your father’s clinical trial acceptance and fees back to you. According to the billing department, the fees and costs were taken care of by the hospital’s grant they received every quarter for difficult cases that came from donors to the hospital. You didn’t understand how something like that could be real. It didn’t seem to be a thing two weeks ago but now miraculously the amount had been taken care of. How could you have been that lucky when your entire life thus far had been riddled with misfortune.

That now left you with the full sum that had been left on your stoop. Ninety thousand dollars. That was the week you decided to stick to your guns. You found all the overdue, past due, and collections mail you’d received over the years which totaled well over two hundred thousand and made arrangements to either pay them all off or pay portions. The overdue hospital bills took the majority of the money leaving just enough to keep the gas and electricity on and turn back on the cable.

By the third week of the trial, you’d been informed again that the cost and fees of the next month and the two rounds for that month had been taken care of. When they informed you that all of it would be taken care of moving forward you nearly passed out from the shock. That was when you began to believe maybe your luck had turned around.

-One Month Later-

The sound of your doorbell echoed through the house starling you. From your seat in the living room, you stared out into the hallway that led to it not wanting to get up just yet. After a minute, the bell rang again. Recollection rang through you, and you waited again wondering if the bell would again ring. Slowly, you rose from your seat and walked to the door. You then pressed your back to the wall where the screen was and looked into it. Your stoop was empty but there was another neatly wrapped box sitting there. You brought your eyes closer and closer until there was barely any room between your eyes and the screen. You didn’t want to miss anything.

Long moments passed with the house cloaked in silence and darkness as you used all of your senses to monitor the screen. Nothing was happening. There was no one out there except that large black luxury SUV parked in the same place as the previous time. The doorbell rang again, and you gasped in horror. No one approached the door, no one pressed the bell, no one was on the screen. You grabbed the knob and yanked the door open pretty much jumping on your stoop hoping to see someone. You ran down your steps to look up and down the sidewalk, but no one was in sight.

“What the hell?!”

Your eyes fell on the box on your stoop and Lotus was right there beside it looking at the SUV. Something in you said to walk across to it. You took a few steps toward the street but the moment you stepped into it you stopped as if hitting a wall. There was nothing in front of you. Reaching forward your fingers sliced through the air without restriction but yet you still couldn’t move forward.

“Go back. It isn’t time yet. When it is. I will be there.”

The words were spoken in your head, but the voice wasn’t your own. It wasn’t a voice you’d heard before, but you felt as if you knew it. Intense confusion hit you and you tried to continue to push forward still being met by restriction. Your stubbornness reached peak levels and you did not only try to push forward physically but also mentally. How could you feel like you knew the voice but know you didn’t? You tried to focus on that voice pushing whatever restraint was on your mind.

“Bǎobèi.”

The word echoed in a haunting way that made goosebumps prickle your skin. On the last echo, you saw a pair of eyes, hypnotizing hazel eyes that held secrets, pain, questions, and answers. A loud honk behind you made you jump. When you turned you were blinded by the harsh glare of light. You were caught in bright headlights and a shout to get out of the street. You staggered back to the sidewalk you’d just stepped off of unsure what had just happened. Slowly, you walked up the steps back to the box, gathered it then walked inside. Before closing the door you looked across to the SUV.

“Soon,” the voice hissed again before you closed it.

A few minutes later, you sat before the opened box that was filled with stacks of cash, and you were consumed with the same questions as before.

What the hell was going on?

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Bǎobèi: Treasure

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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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