#uncontrolled acceleration

[artcallednaturalviews]

I don’t care enough Don’t care enough to give That woman sang Where did all young men, soldiers go? Now on tv I ask The hungered and maimed to be in their places or war was upon to make it not so I don care enough The world will turn Where did all young women, models go? The hungered and maimed to be in their places or war was upon to make it not so I don’t care enough Give enough carenot you make your Life above all others The h and m to be theirs For no reprisals Only enough when enough the salt tears are enough in mouth to make you realize that it’s you crying adding in to the seas and the glowing counts to the tastes The hungered and maimed to be in their places or war was upon to make it not so I don’t care enough The hungered and maimed to be in their places or war was upon to make it not so I don’t care enough My me against myself Not she nor he, her or him I’m just alone Here All as one can be Stretch towards womb No control To care enough It’s prevalent on TV anything daytime In real life happenings Not reality WiFI Screened News People Yeah It’s really all you got For Global Happenings I don’t watch global happenings? We all have schedules Hours Make time for more I Already Know! It’s the difference ! Wink wink I’ll give some OIL Oh I love oil America Way A W Oh amour thee oil The power with! I don’t care enough For it to be funny!

[bluskaiwriting]

fetor & fertile | sergei "kraven" kravinoff

➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven

➤ warnings: Smut, mild predator/prey play, having a heat, animal play (a smidge), fuck or die because why tf not

➤ notes: Since y'all loved the last one so much, a little more filth for the people. dialogue in italics means it's in Russian but I'm not gonna Google translate and butcher Russian so just imagine~

➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog 

She hadn't realised her heat was so close when she'd made the journey out here.

It shouldn't have been for another few months at least. An early heat only meant one thing, there was a viable mate nearby.

It also meant she was fucked.

She'd barely trekked for another hour or so before she realised she wasn't alone.

Whatever it was had been following her by scent, her stench getting stronger as her body temperature rose.

She was in no state for a fight, if it came down to it.

Gritting her teeth, she knew that she had to make it to The Hunter's lair before sunset if she wanted to survive.

According to her map, it should have been only another few kilometres to the dome she was told to look out for.

Her rucksack was feeling heavier, the exhaustion and lethargy of the heat catching up to her. Her hair started to plaster to her forehead, and clothes stuck to her clammy skin.

As she walked, her mind wandered, and she recalled what her mother taught her about the symptoms of an unignored heat.

Fever, muscle spasms, uncontrolled perspiration, accelerated heart rate, and in some cases, death.

Usually, she'd have access to chemical suppressants or her mating simulator in the city. However, with the death of her uncle and the entire operation going to shit in the mess, things were not going as planned.

So her grand plan to save her family was to throw everyone under the bus, giving up her uncle's associates to a figure known as The Hunter.

He was supposed to be a legend, a boogie man to scare convicts and criminals into behaving. But a revelation came in the form of a file that she received after she called in a favour from law school.

He was very real and very effective.

If he could take care of the problems at hand, she was willing to pay whatever he wanted. But from what she heard, he wasn't interested in money, only justice. She could work with that.

As the dome came into sight, she heaved a sigh of relief, but before she could take another step the hairs on her neck stood on end.

Whatever had been following her, finally caught up.

Turning around slowly, she came face to face with a man with eyes like a lion's.

The Hunter.

He was tall and built like a warrior, with dark, long hair. Broad shoulders and endlessly long arms. His fists were clenched by his sides, bulging veins crawling up his forearm. Her heat-glazed brain seemed to focus on his thighs, thick and strong, his pants leaving nothing to the imagination. His face had to have been sculpted by the gods. Gaze dark, he scanned her head to toe, pupils narrowed.

Silently, she hoped that he liked what he saw.

He upturned his head, taking a deep breath before huffing and looking at her with something curious in his eyes.

"You're real brave, coming out here smelling like that."

His brow quirked, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. She ignored her hormones screaming for her to submit to him.

"I'm looking for The Hunter."

His eyebrows raised, something akin to amusement colouring his features.

"Who's asking?'

She shared her name and mentioned that she got her information from a friend from law school.

His stance seemed to soften, less offensive, more defensive. Which meant he recognised what she was saying. Thank god.

"Why are you here?"

"I've got names for you." His eyes gleamed with determination.

Hook and centre.

He invited her into his home, and offered her a snack and drink, said that she could stay the night, on account of the trek she'd made to get to him.

At this point, her heat was accelerating, her breaths coming out in short pants and her skin was flushed and hot to the touch. If he noticed, he didn't mention it.

He still seemed to be taking deep breaths, especially in her direction, but didn't bring it up again, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or not.

She vaguely realised that he was asking her a question, but she barely registered it.

Her head felt like she was underwater. She could hear an odd ringing and spots were dancing before her. The world suddenly seemed much too bright and it spun deliriously. She found herself on the floor before she could catch herself.

When her eyes opened, she found him knelt beside her, eyes wide with desire.

"You're not human, are you?"

She barely managed to shake her head while shivering. She could feel the cramps now, and if she didn't take care of it soon, she would pass the point of no return.

"Fuck."

He inhaled sharply, eyes glowing brighter.

"You smell..."

She knew that suppressants were only going to do so much now, her body sensed a viable mate and it seemed she would have to give in to her baser self.

Though, it didn't hurt that the specimen before her was most certainly satisfactory.

"Please, help me. It hurts." She whined, tearing at her clothes desperately.

She felt so hot, a fire burning her everywhere. When he placed a hand on her arm, she moaned instinctively and felt a small sense of instant relief.

He looked toward her, the vein on his jaw pulsing as he clenched and unclenched his teeth.

"Are you sure?"

She grabbed his hand, shoving it lower as she nodded, pouting in frustration.

He took that as his sign and surged down toward her, pulling her deep into a passionate kiss.

His lips were soft but commanding, pulling gasps from her as he worked his tongue past her lips. He massaged at her tongue with his own and suckled on it lightly, before pulling back and nibbling on her bottom lip.

It was everything she needed and yet entirely not enough. Her hands roved over him desperately attempting to pull him impossibly closer.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, moving down to a spot behind her ear that had her moaning out loud.

He nipped at it gently, nuzzling against her hair while his hands moved over her underwear, pants long forgotten somewhere around them.

The Hunter slid his middle finger up and down her slit, putting pressure near the top where she needed more.

She whimpered with need, almost thrashing around from the overwhelming sensations that brought her relief while simultaneously being not enough. He chuckled at her neediness, and she felt a sense of embarrassment wash over her.

He kissed his way down past her collarbone, sliding her shirt off and baring her to him completely, he nipped at the side of her breast and continued downward.

As he peeled her underwear back his eyes sparkled at the sight of her glistening pussy. Groaning, his breath blew puffs of air onto her sensitive lips, causing her to clench around nothing.

Lowering his face to her core, he licked a tentative stripe up her slit. Moaning at the taste, he dove in like a man starved. Licking into her so enthusiastically, she could swear she saw stars.

Alternating between fucking her little hole with his tongue and sucking and nibbling at her sensitive clit, he had her writhing about in minutes.

Frankly, it was embarrassing.

"God... You taste heavenly."

"Shut up."

He grinned up at her like the Cheshire cat from his place between her legs, sending a shiver up her spine.

As his tongue continued its exploration of her, he added a finger, pumping in and out of her at a torturous pace. Her breathing got heavier, and the coil in her belly got tighter. Her fingers tugged at his hair, tangling in the strands. Pathetic mewls escaped her mouth.

"i-I'm close" She breathed, eyes rolling back.

"C'mon sweetheart, give it to me." He mumbled into her skin, a shit-eating grin on his face.

He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her and found a spongey little spot that made her let out a noise like a wounded animal. He huffed a laugh and continued bullying the spot relentlessly.

She saw stars as she crested over, a shiver running from the top of her head down to her toes. Even as the sensations got too much, he didn't let up.

She kicked at him, attempting to shove him off. But his mouth stayed plastered to her mound, licking and sucking and nipping indiscriminately.

His fingers did not stop their assault on her poor abused hole, still fucking into that little spot that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt an odd sensation building in her tummy.

"Wh-wait! It feels-"

She tried to push him off, but he shushed her and kept going. The feeling grew bigger and rolled higher, and she wailed as she felt her orgasm crash over her in violent waves, shaking her body and causing her to curl in on herself.

When the feeling finally subsided after what seemed like forever, she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath.

It wasn't until he looked up from between her legs, beard wet and grin wide that she'd realised what had happened. She squirted.

She opened her mouth to apologise but another cramp hit her, and she knew her heat wasn't done.

He looked over her as if checking she was alright. He locked eyes with her and gave her a questioning look, she smiled back at him lazily and nodded.

Pulling her up, he looped his arms under her knees and shoulders, carrying her to his bed.

He wasted no time, lining himself up with her entrance. She got a proper look at him for the first time, and God, he was thick.

He was a good length, enough that she knew she'd feel him inside her for a bit. But his girth was ridiculous, so thick that she most certainly would not be able to wrap her hands around him fully.

A tingle of fear shot through her and she worried if he'd fit or rip her apart. As she looked into his eyes and saw the hunger in them, she decided that she didn't mind going out this way.

He pushed into her in one go, and she felt her breath stop in her throat. She could feel all of him just nestled past her entrance, the heat emanating from him elicited a low moan from her. The stretch was intense, the burn travelling through her nerves, but she could also feel the heat of the pleasure from him pressing against her walls so deliciously.

He let out a long exhale as if reigning himself in for a semblance of self-control. He tried to look into her eyes, before fixating on a spot just above her head, a faraway look in his eyes.

Once the crazed look in his eyes softened somewhat, he began to move, sawing in and out of her.

Each drag of his length in and out, had him grinding against her clit perfectly. She felt the trembles of pleasure all over her body, and a heat in her ears from the sensations.

His chest pressed against hers, creating a wonderful sensation against her erect nipples. She gasped at the feeling arching her back in chase of the contact.

He grinned at her, enjoying the way he was destroying her fully.

As her orgasm built up in the base of her spine, he could feel her clenching around him harder and more sporadically.

Picking up the pace, he drove into her harder and faster, drawing out sounds of uh, uh, uh from her lips.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him against her. Encouraged by the act, he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled lightly, enough to have her driven mad by the slight pinch.

He brought his hand down between her legs and drew tight circles around her swollen bud.

That was the last thing she remembered before fireworks exploded beneath her eyelids, and she couldn't remember exactly when she had shut them.

An electrifying jolt shot through her and she felt the tingles all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.

She clenched down on him, drawing a grunt and as she felt him tremble above her she also felt his warmth spread between her legs, filling her up as he let out a low groan into her ear.

The sound shot straight to her pussy. As she came back down, she felt the feeling return in her legs and the ringing in her ears faded.

She opened her eyes and found him lying next to her just watching. He had questions in his eyes now, though the desire had subsided somewhat, though not a lot.

So she explained how she came from a long line of people who weren't ever quite right. How they all seemed to become more animal than human when they got angry, and how regular human spouses never lasted very long in her family.

She told him about her uncle and the horrors that came with her family the empire they had built, the mess that became of it all now in the wake of his death.

Then finally, she could barely look him in the eye when she told him that what had just happened was her heat, and they were now mated and she could not leave him, even if she wanted to.

Finally, she avoided facing him at all when she rushed out in one breath that she might be with child, and her heat was far from over.

She waited, holding her breath for a reaction. But the silence stretched out, so she turned to face him, a weight settling on her shoulders.

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw some hope in them.

"I understand heats and mating, I'm more animal myself most days;" He started, offering her something of a comforting smile.

"I just never believed there were others like me out there."

He smiled at her warmly then, and she felt a sense of relief. They'd be alright.

[madschiavelique]

Hi Ily

Miguel who says he doesn’t want kids after gabriella but secretly tries to breed reader 🤭 breeding press, ass up head down, missionary but he holds knees up to readers chest afterwards for a minute? Anytime reader confronts this he denies it LOL lowkey gaslighting them

GN reader tyyy

aww ily too nony !! hope u like it hehehe

summary : miguel said he didn't want kids after gabriella... but sectrely tries to breed you content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, breeding kink, scent kink (miguel can smell reader's ovulating), gn!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 627 tag list : @fandom-ash

A moan washed through your hot breath against Miguel's cheek as he thrust into you once more, making you feel as if he were buried even deeper within you.

Your calves rested on his shoulders while your knees were on either side of your head, grazing your ears.

"Miguel-" you swallowed as your voice caught in your throat, "I'm too full."

But that was all he was looking for.

Miguel had raised your hips, pressed your legs against you to drive his cock even deeper into you. He had to touch you to the core, make sure his cum would fill you completely and guarantee that you would bear his children.

You were already full, but he had to go on and finish one more time, as much for his own pleasure as to make sure you'd end up pregnant.

He could already picture you, your rounded belly that he caressed and kissed as you carried the fruit of his success inside you.

His chest was pressed against the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers gripping one of them firmly as he moved down to kiss your neck before only pulling his head back to admire the view.

He had before him the most sublime vision of all, your gaze all hazy and dumb fucked, breasts pressed and cunt just taking him perfectly.

His pupils turned red, his rhythm quickening while he let out low grunts as he came to kiss you.

He couldn't think of anything else, his only thoughts all focused on breeding you. He had to make sure you were full enough so that, if he pressed down on your belly, hi cum would drip out of you.

Your mouth whimpering his name, your nails tracing long lines down his back and leaving crescent moon marks in his arm, your smell...

You were ovulating, and that's what made it so uncontrollable. That plump, warm, irresistible smell - how could he control himself when you smelled like that? You were ready for him, your body itself caressing his deepest instincts.

Your walls were so warm, enveloping him to perfection.

"Take it all in," he growled as he felt himself coming, accelerating harder inside you.

He bit into your neck, licking the trail he'd left. His scent mingling with yours was just so exceptional, he couldn't get rid of it, and didn't want to : it felt like pure heaven.

He grunted with a final thrust as he sank deep inside you, feeling his cum filling you all warm once more as you moaned at the sensation.

He came to press his forehead to yours, breathing open-mouthed before coming to kiss you, not moving from the position. He was still buried deep in you, making sure you stayed full and nothing came out.

"Are you... trying to get me pregnant?" you murmured against him, still breathless as Miguel nuzzled his head into your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

He bit his lip and wrinkled his nose. He knew well that you suspected his convictions about not wanting any more children were dubious.

"Don't you like being so full of me, mami?" he'd asked, hoping to deflect the conversation.

"I do, but-" he came to kiss you, cutting you off.

"But what?" his voice was calm, honeyed.

"You said-" but he interrupted you again.

"What I said didn't matter." he sighed as he kissed your cheek, grinning against it as he came back to face you. "But what matters more to me now is that you admitted to liking it."

He raised your hips a little higher even than before, bringing his fingers against your clit which drew a moan from you.

"Then you won't mind if I continue."

Good things can always be overindulged.

[xoxochb]

lowkey need a sub!Percy x reader REAL BADD 😩🙏🙏

I totally got you babes!! 😚😚

— glitch ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. warnings: literally just smut

he’s like a ridiculous teenager, truly, entirely submitted to your every action. percy wholeheartedly believes that if right now you had decided to ask him to do absolutely anything he would’ve done it as long as it would keep you grinding into him longer. and he fights every urge not to pin you against the bed and take control himself, but with your ethereal appearance it’s nearly impossible for him to do anything— he can barely even remember his own name at this point, too enthralled with your perfect locks falling over your shoulders, soft moans escaping your bruised lips, your nails digging into the skin of his biceps as you ride him, gods he’s pathetic

and what doesn’t help is when your mouth connects with his, instantly sliding your tongue into his to stifle any sounds he attempts to make as he grows deeper inside of you. he’s light-headed, surely, and surprised that by now he hadn’t fully fainted. his hands grip your hips to push you further into him as what he assumes is the both of you reaching an ultimate climax. panting heavily, you disconnect your lips from his and sit up, brushing his raven hair out of his face. attentively, his sea green eyes watch yours— trailing over him as your thrusts grow faster. you keep this up despite the pleasurable pain in your core, you’re filled entirely to the brim, you’re not even sure this is humanly safe anymore

an inferno-like heat pools in the bottom of your tummy as you progressively get closer to the edge. you attempt— key word here— to say something, anything, but every coherent word or sentence diminishes on your tongue the fuller you get. It was accelerating though, this sensation, you found yourself pushing for more with every waking moment. you close your eyes shut tight and let out uncontrollable moans, your thrusts frantic now as the waves of an orgasm wash over you; everything seems a little too overwhelming at this point, the salty cabin three air, percy filling you, the excruciating pain, the dizziness in your head

in the aftershock of your high of pleasure you slide yourself off of percy slowly with trembling legs. looking over to him, his cheeks flushed pink, mouth opening to say something yet he seems to fail in doing so. if you had known ages ago this is the sight you would’ve been granted with, you would’ve made him submit to you far sooner

[sednas]

─ YOU'RE STILL MAD?

ও dabi x gn!reader

ও content warnings: ns/fw, hatefuck vibes, degradation

"you're still mad at me?"

of all the moments he could have asked you that question, he chose this one.

"a-are you fucking serious right n... now?" you try to articulate, your hands tugging at the sheets, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"answer me." dabi orders, pulling you by your arms so he can go deeper, harder.

he's pounding inside you way too fast for you to stay sane, his angry tip pushing against your most sensitive spot again and again, until you're drooling on the mattress. you're thankful that he's holding your arms right now, otherwise you'd fall flat on the bed under the assault of his thrusts.

"still... mad at you..." you manage to say between your whines.

you hear him laughs mockingly behind you, biding your wrists behind your back and grabbing a handful of your hair to lift your head and look at your face, he slowed his pace, his cock now lazily pumping inside you. you feel him getting closer to you, pushing his chest against your back and forcing you to sink into the bed.

"if you're so mad at me why are you squeezing me so fucking tight right now, mmh?"

you raise your eyes to meet his blue ones, he's arching an eyebrow, his mouth slightly parted, you can see his tongue sliding on his teeth with lust as he waits for your answer.

and you really want to answer, you'd love to put this fucker back into his place, but you can't, not with the way he's grinding against you, not when the heat emanating from his body is so addictive. your legs quiver under his weight and he firmly grabs your waist while his other hand is still binding your wrists together.

"silent treatment uh? let's see how long you can keep it quiet then."

without any warning, he starts thrusting inside you again, fast, his cock ravishing your insides and you bite your lip in pleasure.

"look at you, drooling all over the covers, so fucking pathetic." he mocks and he releases his grip on your wrists to grab both of your arms again.

his roughness makes you clench around him and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips when you hear the wet sounds of your two connected bodies.

"gonna cum, dabi... I'm so close!" you cry out and you don't even have to look at his face to know that he's smiling.

"answer me first. are you still mad at me?" he asks again, accelerating his thrusts until you're uncontrollably shaking under him.

drunk on the pleasure he's giving you, your blood pulsing inside your veins, you shake your head stupidly, your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

" n-not mad anymore... ah! love you so much dabi... please!" you practically beg him and feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, his hips slamming relentlessly against your ass while he smiles condescendingly.

dabi would love to tease you a bit longer but the way your hole tightens around him like a vise makes him forget his own sadistic nature and you both finally cum together, whines and groans mingling and reverberating around the room. he finally let go of your arms and you fall flat on the bed, completely exhausted, your body still trembling.

"you love me, uh?" he asks with a smirk.

"and where do you think you are right now baby?"

"go to hell dabi." you sigh and bite your lip as you feel his cum dripping out of you.

─ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[anantaru]

Hi Yoru.

Which boys do you think would be most gentle during sex?

including. neuvillette, ayato

cw. soft dom, we love strong men being sweet, fem! reader

— ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱

the iudex of fontaine neuvillette, who's each respectively admired and respected by the people of his nation.

indeed, he was a mysterious man in quite a lot of ways, and of course with this in mind— there came great responsibilities which the man made his priority to fulfill as good as he was able to.

until his dying breath.

to say that he was strong was a clear understatement, but even someone such as neuvillette can find himself rather fatigued at times, especially when he always tends to go well over his capabilities for the people around him.

it has not always been this way, however, whenever he found himself in an exhausted state of mind, he instantly comes rushing home to you, and neuvillette will not admit it, he simply cannot, but he had missed you so very much that it was burning a deep hole in his heart.

it's difficult to be vulnerable, and in the beginning he believed that being open and unshielded in front of you might make you view him in a different kind of light— because in his own very mind, neuvillette wanted, no, he needed to look powerful and almighty for your sake.

you are his everything, and he promised himself to never suffer from another loss in his life again, more so protect you to the fullest extent.

"ahh, it's okay," you utter in a sweet voice, instantly noticing how neuvillette's breathing hitched and his muscles relaxed, but you can more importantly feel the overeager acceleration of his hips grinding into your warm cunt, so eager it made you giggle,

"you're here now," your hands slowly cup his cheeks as he melts into your touch, a soft smile parting from his lips as neuvillette sighs in appreciation of you, "you're home now,"

now, heed yourself, because if you believe that you would be able to make neuvillette relax under this particular choice of words, you were clearly mistaken because with displaying it to him all exposed and while he pleasured you, infused with real desire, his heart burns through his strong chest as he let his lips trace the breadth of your cheek, lingering across your ear as his teeth sank into the nape of your neck, claiming you and deepening the approaching orgasm flooding through you from the very inside.

the greedy roll of his groin into your cunt was fast and ruthless, the repeated sounds of skin buzzing over skin slices across the shells of your ears as he begins to squeeze and knead the fat of your ass in his palms— to get a good hold on it, you know?

so neuvillette can twist and turn you against him as he pleases, fitting his hips in between your legs so perfectly that your walls shape a little too well around his throbbing length, his erection snugly tucked in as you pitch your hips up to receive his fast thrusts.

the way he handled you was interesting— both rough and soft that you're smiling from head to toe, the thought that neuvillette would never forget to be gentle with you despite the bundled up heat in his chest, he'd always fuck you right and nasty, his deep thrusts rattling through your skin that you think you'll bruise once he's done with you, your pitchy sobs uncontrolled at every draw his hips fucking you hard, plunging deep.

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱

the dizzying intensity of ayato's thrusts, the focused face when he grinds himself a little deeper in you, and lastly, the complete authority he held given his position were the key factors on your current state— his hands tight around your wrists, his dripping cock in a possessive hold that burned away the worries churning his mind and downed it to a single spark of nothingness, replacing it with deep need to feel and taste you all around him.

you'd think with all of this considered, most people honestly wouldn't believe that your boyfriend was actually anything else other than frightening and mysterious in his own rights— yet they do not know him the way you did, because ayato decided to show you his real, unprotected self.

when he comes home to you after a rough day consisting of his responsibilities, it was the best thing ever, something he was looking forward to each day— being enveloped by your warm hold while he nuzzles his face in the nook of your neck was the most soothing piece in his life.

your intoxicating scent and how you tasted would absolutely relax him— one kiss and he melts under your trace, although do not get fooled because it would also turn him on, your delicate touches and candid little kisses going straight to his cock like a strong bold of lightning of some kind, setting his loins on fire.

and ayato believes he must be dreaming when you finally lead him to the bedroom, carefully discarding the clothes he wore and taking your sweet time with undressing him, placing each individual piece next to you— never forgetting to be content when he exhales shakily at the way you soothed yourself on him, then he flinches when your cool finger pads slide across his strong abs, never stopping to admire his beauty like you completely worshipped him, just as much as he worshipped you.

with that out of the way, ayato's new choice of voice was low and commanding, it was mind altering to the point where it made a slight shiver manifest and run down your spine as he fills your cunt with the speed of lust and love.

your pussy was dripping through his shaft pistoling in and out until he's pushing hard and fast into you— both lost in the restless friction as you listen to the crumbling whimpers concealed behind his restless groans. your room was engulfed by the scent of sex and pheromones as you arch your back into his touch, your eyes drifting close on a fresh surge of lust splitting your pussy in half, head rolling aside in easy surrender.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[c0eu4]

LN4 | Tits

Request: inspi ration (he said tits in the blurry part)

Summary: Lando meets Y/n at a club and she asks him to sign her tits. A few days later, Lando is looking for her and they become friends. So she surprises him by coming to see him in Las Vegas.

Warning: Lando signing tits? Lando jerking off himself, needy Lando but no smut

A/N: I'm so so so so so sorry but I accidentally published the story when it wasn't finished and I had to delete and redo everything and I don't have the request!!

part one - part two - part three

MASTERLIST requests are opens

His glass in his hand, he moves to the rhythm of the music. The lights of all colors blind him slightly and the music is so loud that he can't hear people talking around him. He takes the last sip of his drink, disappointed at having to move from the dancefloor to get a drink.

He warns Max (Fewtrell) and heads towards the bar in the center of the club. He doesn't take the time to sit down and walk next to a young woman, leaning against the counter.

He signals to the bartender and asks him for another drink. As he waited for his drink, the young lady next to him patted his shoulder, ''Uhm excuse me?''

He turns around, giving her a charming smile. He can't help but let his eyes slide down to her plunging neckline, waking up her chest. ''I can help you?''

The young lady blushed slightly, ''Uhm are you Lando Norris?'' He chuckled, ''Himself'' Her eyes widen softly, ''May I ask you an autograph?''

Lando can't help but smile even more. He doesn't know why, but he's not annoyed when she asks him that. Normally, he accepts like anyone else, even if it annoys him to be disturbed.

''Of course, do you want me to sign something in particular?'' She thinks, asks the bartender for a piece of paper, who tells her he doesn't have any. Then suddenly, an idea crossed her mind.

''Can you sign my tits?'' Lando's eyes widened, his cheeks getting slightly red. He chuckled as he took the pen the bartender offered him.

She pulls down her dress a little, revealing her breasts even more. ''Should I sign both?'' He can't take his eyes off of her breasts. He feels like he's a growing teenager again, filled with uncontrollable hormones.

''Yeah please.'' He uncaps the pen, puts a hand on her shoulder for support and tries to write but can't. He sighed, dreading his questions. ''Can I touch it? It would be easier.''

She chuckled, her now hugely revealed breasts moving slightly along with her little laugh. She still wonders if he isn't trying to touch them on purpose. But hey, after all, it's not every day you catch Lando Norris's eyes.

''If you want that much.'' He can't help but laugh, his warm breath tickling her bare collarbone. ''What's your name?'' He placed his hands on her right breast, ''Y/n.'' he tried to stretch the skin to allow the pen to work better. He signs it and adds 'for y/n, with love' He reproduces the gesture on her other breast, not hesitating to let his fingers slide a little lower.

His signature is perfect. As in the photos. ''Thank you'' He winks at her and she chuckled softly, probably nervously. He takes his drink and goes back to see Max who's now a bit away from the dancefloor and talking with some people.

Lando approached them and immediately, Max whispered something in his ear, ''Mate you're hard.'' Lando's head turns red as one of his hands slowly goes in front of his bulge, hiding it.

_ _ _

A few days later, Y/n is still in Lando's mind. He can't stop thinking of her. He even tried to search her on Instagram but it wasn't conclusive. He still sees her reddened cheeks, her nervous smile, her pink lips and her breasts.. oh my god. Just thinking about it makes his pants feel tight.

He readjust himself in the bed, his hand slipping under his boxers. He couldn't help it, she was so beautiful...and good. He imagines his cock between her breasts accelerating the movements of his hand. And it doesn't take long before he's cumming in his pants, imagining Y/n touching and licking him.

What a dirty boy he can be. Seriously, jerking off while thinking about a fan's tits.

He gets up after catching his breath and clean the mess he makes. His phone buzzed and he looked at Max's message.

''Mate you're not gonna believe me''

His text was accompanied with a picture.. of y/n, drinking a coffee, alone.

''Isn't that the girl you're looking for?''

''Where is she?''

''The cafe we usually went to'' ''You want me to do something?''

Lando doesn't answer, already putting on his shoes and jacket. He went outside, walking pretty fast to his car. His mother would kill him if she knew how speedy he drives.

He enters that café, his eyes wandering all the people in. His gaze freezes on her. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and her black turtleneck hid her collarbone, at the risk of disappointing Lando. Her laptop is open in front of her, next to two empty cafes.

He doesn't know what to do. Should he go see her? Or just observe her? He can also offer her a coffee and write his number on it, like in the movies.

He gathers his courage and orders two coffees. One for her and one for him. He decides to play it cool and sits across from her, putting the coffees on the table. She looks up from her computer and smiles nervously. ''Mister Norris. How can I help you?''

Her cheeks turn slightly red probably just like his. ''Maybe by giving me your number?'' He surprised himself with his overconfidence. She giggles, writes something in her notebook and gives the piece of paper to him.

Deep down, she knew that during that evening, something had happened between them. But she never thought he would look for her.

_ _ _

Since that day, they haven't stopped talking to each other.

Lando is an extrovert. Y/n is an introvert.

Lando likes to talk. Y/n likes to listen.

Lando doesn't know how to hide his feelings. Y/n doesn’t know how to show them.

They complete each other. They are made for each other. Their discussions are natural, Lando loves talking to her, even until late at night. And he knows she will always be there to listen to him. Meeting her was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Y/n feels bad to have to lie to him. She walks back into the airport, readjusting her sunglasses. She passes through the secure gate without any hassle and barely has time to land to wait for her plane that Oscar called her and she picked up the phone.

''What did you tell him?''

''That I can't come.''

''I heard him crying in his driver's room.''

Oscar had agreed to help her to make a surprise for Lando and come see him in Las Vegas. But knowing that Lando's cried for her makes her heart breaks.

''Aw I feel so bad.''

He chuckles.

''Don't worry, he'll be so happy. I'm sure he'll kiss you.'' Oscar always thought that one day or another, they would end up together. Not that it bothers Y/n, but Lando is her best friend and she's afraid of ruining their relationship.

''Stop saying silly things.'' Oscar laughed again, but more loudly this time.

''Yeah yeah.. ahhh.. we do like we say, huh?''

''Yep, I'm going to enter the plan in a few minutes, be sure to be there when I land.''

''No I should let you at the airport.''

''Funny but you'll have to support the upset of Lando during the whole week.''

''You win on this point.''

''I let you Ozzy, see you in LA.''

''Have a nice plane.''

She thanks him and hangs up. She gets on the plane and sits in her seat. During the twelve hours of flights, Y/n finds something to occupy herself by watching a trilogy, sleeping and reading.

Once arrived, all that remains is the most complicated part. She has to collect her suitcase, leave the airport and join Oscar without being recognized. She readjusts her sunglasses and the black mask that hides the lower part of her face. With her hood on her head, she walks with her head down and hurries to collect her suitcase.

She leaves the airport in less than thirty minutes and quickly finds Oscar's car. She puts her suitcase in the trunk and gets in the passenger seat.

''Hey, nobody saw you?'' He asked her as she took off her sunglasses, mask and hood. ''Hi, I don't think so.'' He doesn't wait any longer to start the car and drive straight to the hotel.

She preferred to surprise him by waiting for him in his hotel room rather than at the track.

''I got a copy of his room card.'' He gives her the card as she quickly puts on her makeup.

It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the hotel. He helps her with her things and they hurry to the hotel room. Due to traffic jams on the road, they lost time and Lando should arrive more soon than expected.

She places her things in a corner of the room and sits down on the bed that he didn't even take the time to make.

''Tell me if he kissed you.'' Said Oscar before leaving her alone. He didn't let her have the time to respond and she just scrolled on her phone to pass the time.

She looks in the mirror, checking that her outfit is okay. She made the effort to take a twelve-hour plane with a rather uncomfortable dress, even if she was wearing one of Lando's sweaters over it.

She readjusts her hair and receives a message from Oscar telling her that he ran into Lando in the hallway.

She sits on the edge of bed and stares at the front door. She hears a noise, then a 'beep' meaning the door is open.

Lando walks into the room, not even noticing her, too busy looking at his phone. He places his bag on the ground and finally looks up from his phone.

His eyes open wide and his mouth is parted, not knowing what to say.

''Happy birthday, Lando.'' She smiles at him getting up from the bed.

Lando doesn't know what's going through his head, but he walks towards her, places his hands on her cheeks and presses his lips to hers.

Shit. Oscar was right. But it doesn't stop her from kissing him back, moving her lips along with his. She wraps her arms around his waist to pull him even closer to her.

''What the hell are you doing here!?'' He finally breaks the kiss, still in shock.

''Don't you still know that I'm a very good liar?'' He kissed her cheeks, his hand slowing on her hips.

''Fuck I missed you so much.'' He kisses her neck, already nibbing on it.

''Wow wow wow Lan', slowly.'' He stops it and his lips go back to hers.

''I hate you.'' She arranges the strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes.

''No you don't.'' He kissed her again.

''Be my girlfriend.''

''Did I have the choice?''

''No.'' He doesn't give her time to respond as he kisses her again, addicted to her lips.

Lando will no longer need to imagine his cock between her breasts. He's already planning to experience it tonight.

[k3igol0ve]

"⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ I Like You? " [Keigo accidentally confesses to you on a whim - drabble.] — KEIGO TAKAMI X GN!READER GENRE: FLUFF.

~ ' I think, I love you. '

A simple routine, nothing out of the ordinary- just the No2 Pro Hero and you, casually lounging on one of the numerous rooftops-acting as if nothing truly mattered in the world. ~ Though there was nothing 'casual' about this.

There was nothing special about that day - two souls appreciated the panoramic night view. The city lights below illuminated the serene dark sky. - As corny as this seemed to be, Keigo believed that you were the stars in his sky. Surely though, everyone else would think the same, how couldn't they? You lit up every room you entered, it was almost as if an imaginary spotlight shone down on you every time you entered a room. He doesn't even know when this started. He doesn't even notice that he was subconsciously staring at you in a strange manner. His arms crossed, elbows down on the stone railing - his head rested on his arms. He had that look in his eyes, a look of adoration with a hint of yearning. It was almost as if he was in a trance. Everything about you was to be admired, your captivating eyes down to your kissable lips. You were the perfect mix of everything. You were perfectly out of his league. You, however was oblivious to how enamoured he was by you. You always seemed to mindlessly talk about your day. As long as he could hear your voice and enjoy your company, it was enough. If only you knew how much he thought of you, from his waking hours to when he slumbered. You enraptured him from the day he had the privilege of met you. It was adorable really, how nervous he would feel when in proximity with you. He would feel uncontrollable butterflies swarming his stomach despite how normal and put together he seemed on the outside. He would overthink every interaction for days, did he appear too weird? Did he come off as obnoxious? Was his tone right? He was not as put together as he seemed, he falls apart at the seams after every interaction with you, replaying the conversation for hours on end in his head. You mercilessly filled his thoughts all hours of the day. It was suffocating. Why did he think of you so much? He couldn't possibly... have a chance with you... right? He was stuck with only admiring you from a distance - and that distance seemed to span over 10 meters on this rooftop. So close, yet so far. He silently yearns. " You.. look really pretty." It slipped. Out of no where. Sudden. Shit. Shit. Shit. Bouts of nervousness wrecked through his body as his vermillion wings tensed behind him. You were met with confusion, were you hearing things? Both your hearts skipped a beat. "Huh?" You feigned ignorance. "Nothing." He was quick to answer despite how nervous he felt, his facade of nonchalance plastered on his face. You laughed, it caught him by surprise. He swore his heartbeat accelerated. He feels as if he couldn't breathe, almost as if his throat closed up. Was it a good sign or a bad one? Does he look flustered? Does he look disheveled? "You sure it was nothing?" He was quick to nod. There was a beat of silence, two, three, four. . . The tension was palpable. "I think you're beautiful." He uttered under his breath, this time you hear it. He doesn't know why he repeated himself, he doesn't even know why he said it. He wishes he could disappear, perhaps the butterflies in his stomach would be enough to carry him away. Your eyes widened, you stare at him partially bewildered as you try to process his words. He feared your rejection, so he blurted out everything before you could utter your next words - whatever it may be. "I think I've fallen for you." Everything after that is a blur as he stumbled over his words, he had never been this vulnerable. His face flushed the same crimson shade his wings were. He rushed through his words as if he was racing with your impending reaction.

"I like you, I know I'm not perfect or maybe not even the one you want but I fell so easily for you, I can't even describe it. Its just something suffocating that has been on my chest. You are perfect, hell even everything I've ever wanted. I like you so much that its tires me, my thoughts constantly revolve around you, to the point its consuming me.

I wish you would've noticed how much I liked you

So, please - if you don't reciprocate my feelings please just tell me or at least give me a chance to show you how much I love you. "

Confessing was supposed to make it better, but those mere seconds of silence felt like hours as he awaited your response.

He loved you so much it hurt.

Reject? Reciprocate?

[cassieoz]

Fertile

All the pressure was between her folds!

Everyone had said that the contractions would be excruciating. The pains would come in agonising waves and become stronger and more unbearable. But no one told her about the intensity of crowning.

Tanya squeezed down against the tremendous weight between her arching lips. She was pushing, throbbing wildly through an uncontrollably strong surge. She yelled and tried again. The doctor was telling her to push. She was trying! The head was the size of a rock melon. She was straining all her strength. Her feverish body trembled as the unrelenting pressure was unstoppable.

Tanya felt the need to bear down in unbearable rounds of agony. The doctor told her that due to the size of the baby, her labor was unnaturally brutal. She clutched the side bars and pushed and yelled.

Dressed in her favourite nightgown, her labor had been swift and intense. Active pushing had commenced only after one hour of hard laboring. The massive head had dropped and was driving at full force to her throbbing entrance. Each new pang slammed the dome further and further against her vaginal muscles.

The doctor was about to call the OR when a sudden shift accelerated the birther towards the birthing stage of labor.

Coolness drained through her body as she bore down with all her physical strength. Tanya was damp and exhausted as the huge head pounded endlessly forward without release. The sounds of her torture could be heard by the two women laboring in near by rooms.

The doctor pressed up against her swelling point, trying to relief the mother of her ordeal. The powerful stretching become wider, heavier and more intense as more painful surges exploded at her burning entrance.

Finally, as she shoved down for the millionth time, the head erupted! The explosion was accompanied by the most primal scream ever heard in the delivery wing.

The doctor lifted the gigantic baby up and nodded at Tanya.

"The family will be very pleased with your effort. Don't be surprised if you are asked to perform this duty again very soon!"

[sweetverine]

warnings: watching porn, male masturbation & reader has an of account

the dark, heavy nights in the city could be long, especially when his life is miserable.

he didn't really have anything to do when his last customer reluctantly paid and slammed the car door too hard, he was just thankful it was the last one today. the sky was dark, stars twinkling brightly and the moon full. But logan was only worried about one thing, the growing, heavy bulge between his legs. he was surprised that it still worked, it didn't happen to him as often as it did when he was young.

not wanting to wait too much longer, he drove to a lonely, dark spot, his hands gripping the leather steering wheel while parking. it was getting uncomfortable, his cock painfully begging for some attention, throbbing on his underwear.

he allowed himself to relax, leaning back and unbuckling his belt. His hand reached for his glasses. logan hated every time he wore them; they made him feel even older. he took out his phone out of his pocket and clumsily accessed google, typing with a finger on Onlyfans.

oh, his cock became even harder when he saw you.

every month he had to pay your subscription, he felt like a pervert, you would never like a gray-haired old man like him. his eyes narrowed as he scrolled through your profile, looking for his favorite video, the one that made him almost cum in his pants. that one where you tease yourself for what it felt like an eternity, toying with your puffy clit, using only some frilly thigh-high socks. that one when you moan so sweetly, arching your back every time your fingers curl inside you.

he clicked, the video started with your face, barely visible, only half revealed, you smiled at the camera while you giggled. He couldn't help but smile when he saw you, it didn't take long for him to take out his thick cock. his eyes wandered over your clothes, watching as you slowly removed them, exposing your skin to his gaze. you leaned back, lying down, your fingers brushing over your nipples, occasionally squeezing them.

logan wished he could be you, the one who touched you like that, the one who helped you make those videos. he didn't know if he'd like exposing himself like that, but it wouldn't bother him if he had a pretty thing like you. as the video progressed, his calloused hand (nothing compared to what your hand would be like) kept a steady rhythm along the entire length while your whimpers echoed in the limo.

he'd love to enter you, to feel your walls hug him and oh, he'd melt. logan was starting to feel agitated, the pleasure felt so exquisite, it crossed his mind that he should do it much more often. the pressure in his stomach felt closer, he continued to fist his cock, giving his tip the necessary attention.

his gaze remained fixed on your body, it wasn't long before he came, logan accelerated his movements, he was about to explode. His abdomen tightened, the pleasure crawling through his body like fireworks. he let out a broken grunt, thick ropes of cum coming out uncontrolled from his cock, messing up his hand, his shirt, and even the damn phone screen where you were still touching yourself, about to cum.

logan closed his eyes for a second, still breathing heavily, cock twitching softly in his fist. fuck. if he could, he would cum inside you, feel your walls squeezing around him, taking out every drop out of him until he had nothing left to give.

fuck, he was pathetic. an old man jerking off in a car, dreaming of cumming inside a girl who probably would never even look at him twice, he also felt disgusting.

but still, his cock gave a weak pulse at the thought.

[witchy-writing]

In the Quiet

Dean x reader

Summary: After a heated confrontation, emotions collide as a broken confession forces Dean to face the consequences of pushing everyone away.

Word Count: 3511

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Slight fluff

A/N: It's been awhile since I've written anything (3 years). It's also my first time trying to write a fic without using y/n. I'm not sure if it was easier or harder. I think I may re-write my old fics next.

Please let me know what you think <3 I'd love to hear your thoughts.

“You’re infuriating” you snap, voice trembling with anger. “I told you to wait for backup. But no, you go storming in guns blazing. No second thought - not for me or even yourself”. Your arms slice through the air as you talk, feet pacing a few steps from the Impala, before you spin around to face Dean.

“I didn’t need a backup plan” Dean snaps back, wiping away the blood dripping from his busted lip, crimson smearing across his rough knuckles. “I had it handled” he mutters, green eyes locking onto yours for just a moment. Before his eyes dart away as he whips open Baby’s door and drops like a sack of bricks into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah…obviously” you huff back, as you yank open Baby’s pristine door. The cool air from the AC hitting you as you slide into the soft, black leather seat. Dean doesn’t look at you, instead his eyes dart between the windscreen and the side mirror, fingers flexing on the steering wheel. ‘Impatient’ you think to yourself, shifting slightly as you lean and slam the door shut.

No sooner had you slammed the door shut, had Dean’s foot hit the accelerator. The sheer force pushes your body back into the seat, soft leather creaking beneath you. It’s quiet as Baby speeds along the narrow dirt path, only the sound of gravel crunching beneath her tires, and Dean’s frustrated breathing can be heard.

“You always have to play the damn hero, don’t you Dean?” Your question cuts over Dean’s breathing, filling the quiet car with noise. Dean’s body tenses up beside you. It’s only for a split second but you notice, and you know you’ve hit a nerve. “Charging into danger like your life is disposable. Like you don’t care what it would do to me, or Sam, if you didn’t come back” your voice trails off, catching in the back of your throat. Everything blurs slightly, the world slipping away for a moment just as you catch sight of the motel ahead. The faded neon sign merging with the greens of the hedgerow.

“I don’t need you, or anyone else to tell me what to do” Dean replies, staring straight ahead, fingers drumming sharply against his thigh.

‘How can he not care?’ you wonder to yourself, anger rising in you, threating to bubble and overspill.

“What you need to do is stop acting like you’re the only one who matters in this world" you bark, anger concealing your care.

Dean suddenly whips his head around to stare at you, his green eyes boring into the side of your head. At the same time, he slams on the brakes, forcing Baby’s wheels to skid across the gravelled parking lot just outside the hotel, sand and dust flying into the air.

Heat radiates off him, fierce and uncontrolled. At any other time, you’d snuggle into him for warmth, but right now his body is the embodiment of hellfire; flames dancing just beneath the surface of his skin, threatening to burn anyone who dares get too close.

You sit there, eyes fixated on the dilapidated motel, with its peeling paint and rusted crooked sign. Silence hangs between you and Dean; it’s like the calm before a storm – heavy, suffocating. You hold your breath, terrified that making any noise will unleash the fury of the Gods. But somewhere deep down, you know that you need to face this head on, that you need to tell Dean how you feel before the weight of your thoughts drown you.

“You push everyone away…” You voice is meek, barely a whisper. Dean doesn’t react. “…Like you’re afraid to let anyone help you.”  You take a shaky breath, the words fighting their way out. “You’re terrified someone might actually care enough to stop you from doing something stupid.” Your eyes stay locked on the motel, its peeling paint and boarded-up, cracked windows. You feel Dean shift beside you, his body invading your personal space his hot breath fanning your ear.

“I’m fine on my own” His voice is unnervingly steady and quiet, a calm fury simmering under the surface. “I don’t need anyone; especially not you”.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, heart sinking into your stomach. Your chest feels suddenly heavy, like you’re drowning. Dean shifts again, his hot breath leaving your ear, the heat replaced by an icy coldness. His words feel like a slap. But you don’t move, you stay frozen willing your eyes to not betray you. ‘He didn’t mean it; he didn’t mean it’ repeating as a mantra in your head.

It’s only when Baby’s bonnet blocks your view that you realise Dean has gotten out of the Impala, effectively shutting down the argument. For a moment, you just sit there, staring into the void of Baby’s black paint. The steady, yet rapid, rhythm of your heartbeat fills your ears, as the weight of your emotions crash into you like a tsunami.

Your eyes shift to your hands, where you find yourself picking at your nails. You’re unwilling to look at Dean, unwilling to face the aftermath. His words feel like the final nail in your relationship – as hunters and as partners.

You press your forehead into your hands, willing yourself not to break. ‘He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it’ repeating around your head like a broken record. But it’s not enough to drown out Dean’s voice echoing “I don’t need anyone; especially not you”.  You want to scream, to throw things, to smash up Baby and hurt him as much as he hurt you. But you know you won’t, and so with a shaky breath you open the door, allowing the cold damp air to rush in.

It takes a few moments for your strength to return, for your legs to not feel like jelly. But eventually, you clamber out of Baby. You don’t look at Dean, you keep your back to him, instead focusing on steading your breathing. Leaning down, you grab your duffle bag from Baby’s back seat, slinging it over your shoulder. Your feet drag across the gravel, scuffing the ground and kicking up small clouds of dust, as you trudge your way towards the motel.

You reach the door, its brown and splintering. Gold numbers reading 017, faded and wonky. You turn the key in the lock, there’s a soft click, and then the door swings open hinges squeaking as if they’ve just been woken from a long slumber. As soon as you step inside, the duffle bag drops to the floor like a body bag. The room isn’t much. A double bed sits in the middle of the room, bed half made. A small desk is crammed into the far-right corner, the wood warped and crumbling at the edges. A single lamp is situated on the desk, it looks antique, brass with a white stained shade. It looks older than the motel itself. Its dim yellow light flickers weakly, casting shadows that dance along the stained damp walls. A musty smell hangs heavy in the air. At the back on the room, a window (one of the only ones not boarded up) had hairline cracks running through it. Fractured and fragile it mirrors your heart; still holding together (but barely).

Sighing, your turn to your left, and push the dilapidated bathroom door open, dragging yourself into the bathroom. ‘A hot shower should help’ you think, as you start stripping out of your blood-stained clothes; the earlier hunt already feeling like years ago.

You reach for the knob and twist it towards you. The shower splutters a few times before coming to life. The water pressure is weak, and the hottest it gets is lukewarm. ‘It’s something’ You sigh to yourself, stepping under the stream. Clear water mixes with the dirt and blood on your skin, before pooling into a murky brown puddle at your feet. The drain gurgles and struggles beneath you, probably clogged with limescale and other people’s hair.

‘I don’t need anyone; especially not you.’ Dean’s words echo in your head, playing on a loop, drowning out any other thought or sound.“Shut up!” you scream into the emptiness, your voice ricocheting off the old cracked, stained tiles. The words come back at you, mocking, taunting.

‘…Especially not you’ Dean’s words continue to whirl around your head like a tornado, loud and chaotic.

You sink to your knees, the shower still spluttering away overhead. “Shut up” you scream again, voice breaking, hands flying to cover your ears; but it’s not enough. You can still hear him. Still feel the pain of his words like a blade twisting in your chest.

“I’m just trying to look out for him. How can he not see that?” you whisper to yourself, voice barely audible over the hum of the shower. You shift backwards, into the corner, broken tiles digging into your back as you hug your knees to your chest. From this angle a few new bruises and cuts catch your eye, but they’re minor and you don’t care. Not when the ache inside hurts more than any surface scratch.

‘I don’t need anyone; especially not you” Dean’s words reverberate through your mind, leaving you wishing for the silence again. At least in the silence you didn’t know how he really felt.

‘If he’s better off without me… maybe I should just leave?’ You wonder, as the first salty tear rolls down your cheek, your eyes finally betraying your broken heart. But thankfully the spluttering shower does its job, concealing your feelings from the world.

You sit there (tiles still digging into your skin) for what feels like hours. Lukewarm water pitter-pattering against your skin, mixing with warmer salty tears before dripping into the shower pan. The thought of leaving flits around your head, just as the thought of being petty does; of never talking to Dean again, pretending he doesn’t exist. But no matter how hard you try to push the thoughts away, your mind keeps drifting back to leaving. Leaving without a trace, without a word.

It’s only when the water pressure weakens further and the shower starts to run cold that you decide to move. You rise slowly, your body protesting as you place your hand on the wall, steadying yourself. Darkness clouds your vision for a few seconds, and you blink, hard, trying to bring the dingy motel bathroom back into focus. Before reaching and turning the knob, shutting off the water.

Stepping out of the shower, you’re careful to not slip, the icy floor biting into your feet. You grab the nearest towel (the one that looks the softest) and wrap it around your body. Although you find that the towel is scratchy, like sandpaper against your skin, a harsh contrast to the soft and gentle water running over your skin just seconds before.

Padding into the room, wet footprints trail behind you. You bend down and search through your duffle (still abandoned by the entrance) for something comfortable to wear. You change quickly, the idea of leaving still flittering about in your mind. Once you’re dressed, you pad across to the window by the bed. The yellow-stained curtains block the majority of your view, but through a gap you catch a glimpse of Dean.

He’s still tinkering away in Baby, even though you’re pretty sure there’s nothing wrong with her. He looks normal, as if he hadn’t just said that he’d be better off without you, as if he hasn’t just shattered your heart into a million pieces. He looks normal, unaffected, unemotional; its at this moment (staring at his back) you finally make up your mind.

‘He’s better off without me’ You think, eyes fixated on his face, watching, waiting to see if you can catch a flicker of emotion. ‘He’s better off without me, and if that’s true I’ll leave. I don’t want to be a burden anymore’.

You stuff your things back into the duffle. Mind made up. This is it. You’re leaving.

Zipping up your duffle bag, you let out a slow, shaky sigh. The weight of your decision resting heavily on your shoulders. Your eyes flicker back and forth between the front door and the fractured window at the back of the room.

“I’d prefer to not go out the window” you mutter, voice quiet, scared that others may hear if you speak louder. Your eyes glance over towards the door, gaze freezing on Dean’s back for a second. “… But if I go out the front door, Dean will see me.”

But that’s the problem, isn’t it?

Deep down part of you wants Dean to see. Wants him to stop you, to say something, anything. Anything to make you stay. But you keep moving, because you have to.

You don’t want to leave, you really don’t. But Dean doesn’t want you. Doesn’t need you. You refuse to be a burden. And maybe that means slipping away. Slipping away quietly and unnoticed out through the fractured window (a mirror image of your heart). Like you were never in the motel, like you never existed.

The window crackles as the glass shifts under your hands. You push it open, wincing as a shard of glass falls and shatters on the gravelled ground outside. The air is cooler now, compared to when you left Baby and Dean outside. Crickets chirp from somewhere in the patchy grasses surrounding the building. The kind of quiet that feels like it knows something’s ending. ‘This is it… no turning back’ you think to yourself as you slip out.

Your feet land on the gravel with a soft crunch. But before you can move, you hear it. The slow, steady creak of the front door.

Your heart lurches in your throat.

‘Dean.’

Your instincts kick in, after years of training as a hunter you trust your gut more than anything. And right now, your gut is screaming at you, telling you to get out before Dean sees you. You duck below the window ledge, crouching low, reminding yourself to ‘Breathe. Just breathe.’

You shift slowly. Each step feels deafening on the gravel, and your breath catches in your throat every time your foot touches the ground. You feel like you’re on a hunt. But this time, you’re not the hunter. You’re the prey.

You scutter quickly along the side of the building, passing another window, before reaching the end of the building and standing up fully. Your body is tense, veins on fire, heart pounding. That’s when you hear it, behind you, a frantic thud of boots against carpeted floor.

You know you need to keep on moving. Ignore the fact that Dean came back for you. You breathe in deeply, cool air filling your lungs. You glace one last time at the cracked window. But something catches your eye. Something green.

Dean.

Dean is staring at you, eyes boring into your soul. His jaw is clenched and eyebrows furrowed. His still like a statue, unmoving.

Your breath catches. “Shit!” you gasp, the word slipping out before you can stop yourself. Your eyes go wide, as the realisation that you had been caught washes over you.

Before your brain can register it, your feet are moving. Stomping hard against the gravel, kicking up stones and dust in your wake. The sound of your ragged breath and feet smacking the ground is all you can hear.

You whip your head around for a second, looking behind you. Dean is still unmoving, stood in the window. Green eyes following your every move, a predator hunting its prey, calculating its next move. You know that it won’t take long for Dean to move, to react. You’re also aware that Dean is faster. He always is.

‘I can’t outrun him’ you think to yourself, not even trying to convince yourself otherwise. You just run, because for now it’s all you can do. But you can still feel his sharp eyes tracking your body, like a prey animal being stalked. And deep down you know you’ve already been caught before the chase has even begun.

Your feet continue to carry you, as you scarper around the motel. Blood pumping through your ears. But that’s when you hear it. A second pair of boots thumping heavily, crunching against the loose gravel. You know its Dean, and you know he’s steadily gaining on you when you start to hear the sound of his breath.

You know there’s no escaping him, that Dean has already won, but you won’t give up. Won’t go down without trying, and so with a boost of adrenaline, your legs power on. But subconsciously you’re aware that you’re only delaying the inevitable by seconds.

You’re almost at the carpark when you feel rough calloused fingertips brush your wrist. A near miss. You power on, legs burning. But Dean reaches out again, his warm hand makes it this time and wraps around your wrist. You’re caught, the predator finally catching its prey.

“Just…” Dean pants, grip on your wrist tightening as he hunches over. It’s quiet between you as the both of you try and gather your breath back. His hand doesn’t move. It’s as if he’s scared, you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“You can’t just walk away” his voice is rough yet quiet, he seems unsure of himself, unsure of what to say.

“I’m not walking away Dean” you respond, chest heaving, still trying to catch your breath. “I’m leaving” you huff, yanking your wrist out of Deans sweaty grip. You know that if Dean wanted to hold on, he wouldn’t have let go. But he’s composed. He knows you won’t run.

Dean tries to respond, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But apart from a few odd sounds not words come out. He just stands there staring at you.

“No” you say sharply, voice trembling but firm. Interrupting Dean before he even has the chance to form words. Dean’s mouth snaps shut.

“I’m tired of this” Your voice is laced with hurt and vulnerability. “I’m tired of always having to be the one who has to care enough to get through to you”

You start pacing back and forth, gravel crunching with each step. “I’m tired of you throwing yourself at danger, like you have nothing to lose. I’m not your backup, Dean. I’m not here just to pick up the pieces when you screw up.” You stop your pacing, instead standing in front of Dean.

“I care about you, Dean. Damn it, I love you; and I can’t just keep pretending I don’t when you keep acting like I don’t matter” You inhale sharply, voice breaking as you let out everything you have ever wanted to say. Your eyes meet Deans, daring him to talk, to interrupt you.

“I’m tired of this” you sigh, as your hand waves between the two of you. “I’m tired of this constant cycle. You think you’re better off alone. But you’re not! And I don’t know how to make you see that.” You tear your eyes away from his, preferring to stare at your feet.

“I can’t keep doing this with you. Maybe it’s not even about the stupid fights anymore…” you pause, gulping in air “Maybe it’s that I’m afraid.”

Tears start to well up in your eyes, the sight of your brown boots blurring but you continue. “I’m afraid I’ll lose you. And I don’t know how to stop that happening, so maybe I should just walk away” a tear escapes, slipping down your face before falling to the ground, darkening the gravel. Dean’s face softens although you’re unaware. You both stand there for what feels like hours, your confession hanging in the air as you silently whimper.

Dean shifts towards you. Slowly the blurry shape of his battered boots comes into view. His warm calloused hand reaching out, fingers slipping beneath your chin. They’re gentle, yet firm as he tilts your face up to meet his.

“You think I don’t know?” he whispers softly, voice cracking. “You think I don’t know how much you care?”

For a moment, the world stops. Your heart feels lighter at Deans confession. For the first time Dean doesn’t push you away, instead he lets you in, lets his walls crumble. Let’s you see him. The real him.

His hand drifts from your cheek, wiping a tear as it falls. Fingers brush against the palm of your hand. Before his hand settles in yours, warmth envelopes you. It’s not an apology. It’s more than that. It’s an admission of everything; the things he’s been too afraid to say. Your eyes meet, and in that moment, he’s an open book; conveying everything he can’t say.  ‘I need you. I’m not okay without you.”

Dean doesn’t let go of your hand, just holds it as the two of you stand outside the dilapidated motel in silence. His thumb rubs against the back of your hand. He doesn’t need to say anything else. The gesture speaks louder than any words.

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[pascalislove]

THE CALL: Han Jeong-Won x Fem!Reader~29

Summary: Your arrival would change everything, even if Jeong-Won didn't know it yet.

Warnings: female reader, piv, , age difference(unspecified), creampie, sex on the couch, unprotected sex.

A few weeks later, it was a quiet afternoon at home, but the atmosphere was far from serene for Y/N.

After days of feeling feveris (and not just from the recent cold) her body seemed to have lit up with an urgency that not even she could explain.

Since they had confessed their love two months ago and decided to continue with their marriage, something between them had changed: the passion was constant, intense and completely uncontrollable.

Jeong-Won was sitting on the couch, reviewing some work papers, completely oblivious to the storm that Y/N felt growing inside her. She watched him stand from the living room door, noting how his white shirt fit around his shoulders and how his steady hands turned the pages of a document. Desire invaded her strongly.

Without much thought, she walked towards him and before he could ask what she was doing, she straddled his lap.

—“Y/N…” he murmured in surprise, his eyebrows furrowed at the interruption, but with a spark of interest in his dark eyes.

—I want you,—she whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck, her soft lips leaving a burning trail on his skin.

Jeong-Won let out a low sigh, his control beginning to crumble. In one swift motion, he dropped the papers to the floor and grabbed her waist, pulling her even closer.

—"You're very bold lately," he commented hoarsely, his breathing already accelerated.

—Does it bother you? she asked, her lips brushing his in silent challenge.

—"Not at all," he responded before taking her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Time seemed to stop as Jeong-Won's hands explored her back, slowly moving down to her hips. The couch creaked under the weight of their movements, but neither of them paid attention. Y/N felt the heat wash over her completely, the fever of desire consuming any trace of the cold she had felt during her cold a few days ago.

They took off their clothes urgently, they couldn't stop kissing and touching each other, when he finally entered inside, she began to bounce on top of him, until he realized that she was starting to get tired but he quickly grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her, they both came moaning into each other's mouths and when they finally fell on the couch, with the room filling with the echo of their labored breaths and their bodies intertwined, Y/N knew that something had changed. Maybe it was the intensity of the moment or the way Jeong-Won looked at her, as if he never wanted to let her go.

Unbeknownst to both of them, that afternoon would be the beginning of something much bigger: the life that was beginning to form within her, the fruit of a love that, against all odds, had been reborn to stay.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

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[seat-safety-switch]

I don't think I'm alone in hating helicopters. Unlike other kinds of vehicles, there is no direct animal comparison to the helicopter. Planes? Birds. Cars? Cats or something, I guess. Tanks? Uhhh different kind of cat. Hot air balloon? Okay, now you're just trying some shit, but – jellyfish, how's that? Not so smart now, are you?

All throughout our history, mankind has drawn inspiration from the animal kingdom in order to engineer things. It's very reliable. After all, it's been around for millions of years without a single warranty claim. Once in awhile, though, someone gets a little clever and tries to exploit the laws of physics to do something we don't see in nature. Case in point: helicopters.

Have you ever wondered why otherwise competent pilots have so many horrifying crashes in helicopters? And I'm not even talking the usual ones, like smoking a building or getting tangled up in power lines. Some snot-nosed kid with bottle rockets on the back of his BMX could do those. I'm talking full-on, uncontrollable auto-rotation, Jesus-nut-fell-off-the-rotors, nothing you can do but wait to die crashes. The kind of stuff that scares the folks that operate them. It's because helicopters are an affront to proud Mother Nature herself.

Helicopters aren't just bad on one axis: they're loud, they're obnoxious, and nobody really knows how to fly one. If I put your ass in a Boeing right now, you'd probably be able to keep it in the air for a half-hour or so while an adult tells you what button to make it land. Helicopter? There's no chance. You'd flip it upside down, it would enter an unrecoverable state, and we'd both be sausage patties on the freeway. Because it has not crossed paths with our evolution to date, we have no natural intuition for this hostile alien artifact.

Sure, there's lots of other things where we've thumbed our nose at her, too. Particle accelerators, like the one that pushed us into this alternate timeline. Computers, which allow horrifying thoughts to be beamed instantaneously to billions of receptive minds. PTFE, which makes pans non-stick for about a week or two but will kill your parrot. None of these things are as disturbing or as vicious as the not-so-humble helicopter. So let's smash them all, and then put the engines in our hot rods.

[thirdity]

Nothing exists that doesn’t have this senseless sense — common to flames, dreams, uncontrollable laughter — in those moments when consumption accelerates, beyond the desire to endure. Even utter senselessness ultimately is always this sense made of the negation of all the others. (Isn’t this sense basically that of each particular being who, as such, is the senselessness of all the others, but only if he doesn’t care a damn about enduring — and thought (philosophy) is at the limit of this conflagration, like a candle blown out at the limit of a flame.)

Georges Bataille, The Impossible

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

The Whale Sanctuary Project have their sights set on Wikie and Keijo and they want to accelerate their plans and make a bay pen to put them into.

This "revolutionary plan" is exactly like what these whales already have - round the clock vet care, med pools, gated pools, slide outs - but with more stressors and uncontrollable variables than before.

These ~natural elements~ is just the naturalism fallacy being used as a marketing ploy. These whales don't understand this "natural life." You might as well be plucking them out and throwing them on a different planet.

Now, if you haven't worked on and around the ocean before, let me shed some light as someone who had to take a boat out to the Pacific Ocean to work with dolphins every day.

The ocean doesn't take kindly to man-made structures.

It will wear things down, ocean winds will rip your pontoons out and shred them, storm surges don't care about the weighted blocks you put down to stop your net lifting out. The animals will need to be fed in hurricane force winds that pull you off your feet. The net will need to be checked by divers and maintained no matter the season.

Your animals will have to fight daily with currents and tides that tug them around - sometimes those tides can pull them into nets. Wild marine life will harass them for their fish and naive animals will spook and shy away from coral and fish and anything that they haven't seen before (so good luck getting stationing for feeding when there's a weird looking fish around). You have to scoop out trash, cigarette butts and plastic bags and hope to whatever god you have that your retrieval training is enough to stop your animals from eating them. Your animals will very likely eat leaves, sticks, pebbles, anything they can get their mouths on.

(Since the sanctuary doesn't like training, I wonder if they'd even train a retrieval behaviour since it's "unnatural".)

A sea sanctuary is just captivity with a fun little animal rights activist spin on it. It is still captivity, no matter how big you make it. Wikie has been in human care for over 20 years. She has adapted to her current environment and throwing her into a bay pen is going to be stressful for her. She won't know anything about this new environment and there will be only a flood of new stimuli with nowhere to retreat from it.

The beluga Little Grey got stomach ulcers within only a few days of being out in the smaller acclimation bay pens. Little Grey and Little White have only been in human care for a bit over 5 years and they are struggling, even with the chance to decompress in their indoor pool.

Why are we planning this? What is this serving? We have no evidence that a sea pen is an inherently better housing situation for cetaceans.

We started with sea pens when orcas were first being captured! And orcas died there too.

Namu was one of the first captured killer whales and he died in a sea pen. The sea pen doesn't magically fix welfare issues caused by poor management.

"But that wasn't a REAL sanctuary!"

Okay then if sea pens are so inherently enriching and fix all welfare issues, why was Keiko logging for hours in his bay pen? Why did he become overweight and sluggish and sexually fixated on a giant red ball until someone who actually knew what they were doing started a proper training plan for him?

Why did Nami die with 180 lbs of stones in her stomach that she had ingested while living in a sea pen? Aren't sea pens so inherently enriching and stimulating that they don't need enrichment or training sessions? As Lori Marino put it in a bizarre webinar last year: "they'll be enriched by the flora and fauna; they won't need trainer relationships."

Anyway stop falling for these scammers and advocate for actual animal welfare that has science to back it up.

[littlefireball]

ᴄꜱ|ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ 2 (ᴍ)

ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜱᴀɴ x ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ) ꜱᴍᴜᴛ/ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏᴍ & ꜱᴜʙ/ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ/ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ/ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1ᴋ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

"Yah! I'm changing clothes!"

"It's fine. I've seen it so many times before." He pushes you onto the bed, not caring about the time.

“You know what? I’m fucking horny now.” He buries his head in your chest and whispers, kissing you with a shy sucking sound.

"Wait, San. They may see it."

"It doesn’t matter.” Regardless of your obstruction, he suddenly sucks your skin hard, and clear red marks gradually appeared.

"You said we were going to be late." You want to push him away, but his strength is far stronger than yours.

"It's okay, there is an urgent problem that needs to be solved right now." His erect member sinks between your thighs while his arms wrap around your slender waist, and he greedily inhales your scent.

“I’m so hard.” His slightly cool fingertips brush against your bare back, and the numbing touch makes you arch your back, allowing him to skillfully unclasp your bra.

"You're so beautiful, girl. So tasty, so sweet." He cups your cheek with one hand and kisses your lips. You can still taste yourself from the tip of his tongue when it slides into your mouth from time to time.

He entangles with you, licking your red lips for a while, and even drools when he leaves. He trails his kisses down your contours, pecking your jaw, neck and finally drops a kiss on your collarbone.

"Hm...san..." Your lust is aroused by him again as your cunt becomes wetter than before. The "struggle" just now has been given up long ago, and now you are only addicted to sexual desire.

"You want my cock, hm?" "Please." His dirty words turn you on so hard and you desire his cock more. He hisses from your the friction and pressure of your thighs.

"Oh...fuck..." The pressure from his trousers made him very uncomfortable and he couldn't bear it anymore. He sits up straight and takes off his pants and pulls out his reddened and hardened cock seeming eager to enter. You stare at his size with a little surprised as you don’t expect him to be so horny so early in the morning.

“It’s gonna fit. You can take me so well, don’t you?” His words make you blush, a wave of heat surges through your body as your heartbeat suddenly accelerates. He smirks before takes out the condom from the cabinet and puts it on.

He enters directly and smoothly into your cunt. The sudden feeling of satisfaction makes you arch your back and throw your head with a loud moan. The cells all over the body are jumping, and the feeling of excitement seems to be gushing out. He presses on top of you, kissing your lips as he starts thrusting. Your moans are suppressed and can only come out as muffled sounds.

The pace is perfect, neither too rapid nor too sluggish, and the intensity is just right, not too strong or too gentle. As he moves away from your lips and nuzzles into the curve of your neck to kiss, his warm breath caresses your skin, and his playful licks send shivers down your spine. With the rhythmic motion of his hips, you find yourself completely captivated by the sheer pleasure of the moment.

"Moan for me. I love your voice." You unconsciously follow his words and let out a loud moan, which sounds like a beautiful melody to his ears, urging him to quicken his pace until his tip hit just the right spot.

The moments grow shorter as his speed increases, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably, making the bed board squeak in response. Your moans escalate in volume, unafraid of disturbing the neighbors.

"I want deeper, please, san." "My name is not san." "Please, sir." "Good." He lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders, thrusting deeply. The sensation sends shivers down your spine and causes you to release more fluid. He wraps his arms around your legs, taking his time with each thrust, hitting all the right spots.

His chest rises and falls against your calf, his breath and warmth enveloping you. The rush of blood to your head jolts you awake, but his movements continue to steal your breath away. Your cries turn into gasps as your throat grows dry.

"Oh, Y/N. I want to hear more," he whispers.

Confused, you ask, "What?" Before you can react, he flips you over and enters you without hesitation.

"Ah! Fuck! San!!"

“That’s not my name.” He spanks you and you groan shyly.

"Sorry, sir." His thrusts are powerful and relentless, penetrating deeply and igniting a fiery passion within you. As he tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls gently, you arched your back, gazing up at the elegant chandelier above. Through the haze of desire, San's gaze meets yours, fill with a magnetic allure that draw you in.

With a firm grip on your waist, he drives into you with a primal intensity, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The mix of sensation, from the tingling pain in your scalp to the overwhelming pleasure below, left you in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, heightening the intoxicating experience.

"San...no...sir...sir..."

He thrust deeply into your most sensitive spot, causing your knees to weaken and you to collapse onto the bed. He leans over, pressing against your back with his wet chest, your body temperatures blending and intensifying the heat between you.

"What you gonna say? Honey?"

"Hmmm...s...low..." Your words are cut short by his rapid movements, sending you into a state of blissful surrender. The initial pain fades, replaced by a pleasurable sensation that makes you lose yourself in the moment.

Your body responds to his fast thrusts, your skin tingling with each touch, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. His groans mixed with the sound of his lips on your neck, leaving a visible mark.

His thrusts grow erratic as he nears climax, his cock twitching with each movement. "Darling, I need to feel you," he manages to gasp out between breaths, his desire palpable in the air. The heat of his body surges towards its peak, his breathing quickening as he turns you over and continues to pleasure you, his hand expertly stroking your clit.

"Ah~Fuck~San~" "I need you cum." As the dual stimulation pushed you both over the edge, a wave of warmth enveloped his cock, propelling him towards release.

With a moan, he comes into the condom before withdrawing from you. Both of you are left panting heavily, your gazes meeting as you turn to him, running your fingers through his hair and sharing a tender kiss. When you parted, smiles linger on both of your faces.

"Thanks, my love." He nuzzles you like a kitten and held you in his arms. You are about to fall asleep when you suddenly exclaim, making San jump up in fear.

"We are late!!"

“Oh shit!!!”

Not surprisingly, you are late again.