#not that they werent amazing to start with

[souvenir116]

I've always thought charles unfollowed him in silent rage while they're flying together after Austria 19 but the clip you posted when max said that charles was like 'its like this' and he replied 'I understand' makes me think that he might actually ask for permission? give explanation? to unfollow max. And max agreed. And that might also be why they never fly together again ever since, but still be seen together doing debrief and generally being civil, though a bit awkward. I think I saw a clip of them on TikTok walking together, they're the only 2 drivers while surrounded by some cameras, and talking the whole way through, a month after Austria 19.

Tbh I wonder what that conversation on the plane entails. I don't think charles only said 'its like this' and then that's it. It's possible yes, since that's one of charles' favorite phrase. But I just wonder if they made some promise like let's only follow each other again after we're both champions. Or something like since we're gonna be direct competitors let's not start investing in deeper friendship between us so it's not gonna blow up, but we can still debrief like usual. And that's why they chose to never hang out (this changed now of course after last year). Or idk I just really want to be a fly on the wall in that whole conversation because max clearly didn't want to explain it further because it's personal.

Anyways just really want to know if them refusing to follow each other even though they clearly keep up with the other's social media is just them thinking it's funny to keep doing it or if it is them feeling like they should honor the promise/conversation they made on that plane.

i think this is the vid you're talking about! tbh max says they werent alone in the plane, probably had to keep their cool/ not cause a scene, and we know Charles is a bit passive aggressive, so that was his way of showing frustration, unfollowing.

Max still had control on his socials but I don't see him asking about it once he realizes Charles unfollowed/ blocked him. they were biting each other even in post race interviews. it was more of a thin ice than being vulnerable to go ask "why did you do that"

And about airmax, always amazes me how they werent so close but Charles flew with him even after the battle- but also, why was he invited at the first place too. they weren't that close. also charles wasnt looking at maxs face on the podium- this was his face lol.

after that, and he wasnt that mature back then, I dont think it was a very sincere "it's like this/its ok". Not to remind that charles was on Max's ass at silverstone/ japan, seething with anger. he was still mad. he was livid, but given 20/21s ferrari, and Max's title battle, he calmed down, and matured more. stopped bringing on track to off track, and started to enjoy debriefs, drivers parades, at least for max.

[fagcrisis]

remember when older teachers would start using projectors in class but they werent people very comfortable with computers so theyd ask the class for assistance and in absolutely every case wed yell out alt+f4 as the solution. i think it only actually worked once rhat i saw bur that was amazing

[ph4nt0m-draws-stuff]

holy shit these episodes just keep getting better and better

[takethebodymarc]

no way ratoier's first interaction was with a depressed etoiles that started venting the moment they met up😭

[cute-chamomile]

me spending 2 WEEKS in full stress because I thought my project was falling apart because i failed to research something fully, only for me researching and testing something fully and realizing i was right all along....... i mean i definitely learned my lesson but WHEW

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[l0v3c0r3e]

i need opinions on the barbie movie from the ppl who have seen it as i really want to love and understand this movie more but i can't

[the-trans-dragon]

What if they didn't put ads every 3 posts. Three posts between ads, literally. Not even counting the ad for Tumblr Live.

Also what if tumblr didn't know what city Im in. I do not want my location tracked or stored anywhere unless I give explicit ongoing permission, like with my GPS app that I allow to track me only when the app is open, and then it deletes the data (allegedly) when I stop giving permission.

[cigaretteparfum]

thinking about beast/ars and how much it disappointed me.

[supernaturalistthings]

Acts of Service

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester has been loving you for years in his own way and with a little help you finally realize it.

Warnings: soft core smut +18

You watch from across the bar as Dean sips his whisky from a short glass. You're on your third tequila pineapple and he looks as amazing as ever. His jaw is sharp and he has some slight stubble from not shaving for a few days. You, Sam, and Dean had just finished a tulpa case in Pennsylvania and had decided to celebrate with a few drinks at a local dive. You had worked with the boys for a few years now and it had become a tradition to celebrate after a win.

Meanwhile on your side of the bar you were starting to feel the bass of the music vibrating through you in a different way, the drinks were going down too easily, and the urge to dance was coursing through your being. You had sipped your thoughts away to your heart's content.

You had one too many to drink and you were starting to feel it. If you didn't watch yourself you were going to wake up in somebody's front lawn very shortly.

The feeling of warmth on your waist breaks you from your thoughts and you look up to see an unknown, attractive, dark haired, blue eyed man, with one of his hands on your waist.

“Sorry i didn't mean to startle you…” he says and then continues “Can i buy you a drink?” raising his to make sure you can understand what he's saying over the loudly playing music. It's not that he wasn't attractive, hell he was very attractive. But he wasn't Dean Winchester. He didn't have stubble, or piercing green eyes, or a gruff sultry voice that could make a girl melt. So you raise your full glass as an answer and in hopes to send him on his way but he doesn't budge. He leans in once again to make sure you can hear him and says

“Well, how about a dance?” He pulls back to see your answer but you look across the bar. Dean's eyes are locked on you and the dark haired man before you. If you didn't know better there was a twinge of jealousy behind his eyes. His jaw is locked and his hold on his glass is strong. You think back to all the times you had to watch him shamelessly flirt with local girls and even go home with them and something in you screams that this is your turn. Your eyes snap back to the man in front of you and you say

“Yes”

You down your drink and leave the glass behind. He puts his hand on your lower back and leads you to the part of the bar where everyone's dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and start swaying your hips to the beat of the music. He's a pretty good dancer, but that drink you just downed starts to catch up with you and all of a sudden you feel hot, really hot. Your vision is slightly blurred and you can't tell if you're about to throw up or pass out.

You lean up to his ear and say that you'll be right back and start stumbling your way towards some fresh air. The walk to the exit feels like it takes a literal year but you finally get there and fling the door open. Little did you know there was a pair of eyes on you watching you your whole way out.

The familiar sensation of warmth on your waist once again breaks you from your thoughts as you've steadied yourself against the wall of the building. You look up expecting to see the newly met set of blue eyes but instead you're met with bright green ones. It's Dean. The confusion must've been written on your face so he clears it up for you.

“We’re going home” He wraps one hand around your waist and throws your arm over his shoulder so he can walk you side by side to his car. He opens your door and sets you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He walks over to his side, gets in, and the next thing you hear is the engine roar to life. It hits you that you're leaving the bar without saying goodbye to the handsome stranger, or paying your tab, that you werent ready to leave.

“Wait, let's go back… i'll get the next round if we go back right now” You slur out. This makes Dean laugh deeply and he looks over briefly to take in your disheveled state. You never get like this so it's always hilarious to him when you do, and unbeknownst to you it amazes him how you can still look so beautiful.

“I don't think even the most careless bartender would give you another drink right now. You're cut off” He replies still laughing.

This makes you pout and you turn away from him and look out the window dramatically.

“Oh cmon sweetheart… you'll thank me in the morning trust me…” he breaks the silence

“The one time I find someone to take home…” you mumble out with an emphasis on “I”. He snaps his head over and looks you up and down. His grip on the steering wheel is turning his knuckles white. He lets out an unnoticed frustrated sigh and says

“You didn't really want him… did you?”

This causes you to slowly look over at him and he's already looking at you while momentarily darting his eyes back to the road. He wants an answer. But you don't give it to him, ashamed of how and what you really feel. You just bury your head back into the side of the door without saying anything until the motel comes into view. You're exhausted all of a sudden. You hear his door open and he opens yours which causes you to almost fall out of the car. He catches you and laughs and sits you back up straight. He unbuckles you and says

“Okay enough of this” and with that he scoops you up princess style and carries you to your motel room door. You're secretly thankful, as you are embarrassed that you're this drunk, you would've never made the walk. It feels like you're getting more inebriated by the minute. He puts the arm that was carrying your legs down gently and holds you there.

“I'm going to search your pockets for the key okay…” he warns you before gently diving his hands into your pockets until he grasps the key. He opens the door, swings it open, and then picks you up once again to carry you to the bed. He lays you down gently on top on the sheets and the next thing you know your eyes are closed and you have the deepest sleep of your life.

You wake up and the first thing you see is a glass of water on the side table. You reach for it and drink it like you haven't had anything to drink in days. You're pretty sure it was the best thing you've felt in a while, and this only reassures the notion that you are extremely hungover. You don't remember anything from last night other than dancing with some mystery man for a little bit while a pair of familiar green eyes watched you from across the bar. That's it. You lift the sheets that were comfily tucked around you off and see clothes laid out and tylenol behind the glass of water. You must've set yourself up for the morning once you got in. You're a genius is what you're thinking. You couldn't have been that embarrassingly drunk, that crosses your mind and soothes your conscience. You're thankful for the sliver of soberness in you last night and throw on the fresh clothes, brush your teeth and go to head over to Sam and Dean's room. You knock and Sam opens the door. The smell of greasy breakfast food hits you and warms your soul. It's exactly what you need right now.

“Tell me you got something for me” you ask while looking hopefully at Sam.

Sam laughs and says “Yeah Dean went earlier, he got your usual”

You look over at Dean who keeps his eyes on his food and say thank you. You take a seat at the small motel room table and start diving in. You look up and Dean is looking at you and smiling softly.

“What?” you say cluelessly

“Nothing” he replies, dropping his smile and focusing back on his food and you do the same.

“So how was last night? Was it epic” Sam says with a curious smile, eyeing the both of you.

“Not really, I was sober enough to set my clothes out and get under the covers so I'd say it was kind of a bust” You say laughing as you take another bite of your breakfast. Everything gets quiet for a second and you wonder what you said to cause such an awkward vibe.

“I'm going to shower” says Dean and he gets up without even looking at either of you, walks to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. You hear the shower start and that's when Sam leans in and looks at you seriously. You pause mid bite and look at him confused.

“What?” you say setting your plastic fork down

“You know Dean got you home last night right?” he says directly

“I figured…” you reply, “so?” you continue.

“So… Dean set your clothes out…” it's starting to hit you, he continues “He drove to get you tylenol because we only had the strong stuff…” It hits you, “He set out a glass of water… he tucked you in, he woke up early and got your favorite breakfast. Hell he even paid your tab” Sam says looking towards the bathroom.

It felt like the world stopped spinning, in that moment cars stopped driving, birds stopped chirping. Everything was still. The realization was flowing through every molecule of your being and you were absolutely frozen, other than your jaw dropping you couldn't move. Dean Winchester cares about you. He cares about you as more than a friend, he sees more. It keeps repeating in your head until hopefully it sinks in. He sees more.

How could you have not seen this before? Maybe it's because he knew the real you, he knew more about you than anyone else, and how could anyone love or care about you once they do? That question can no longer plague you because He sees more.

All you can say is, “Thank you Sam”

He replies with a nod and takes his breakfast and says that he'll be in your room. The door shuts behind him and you're left alone awaiting Dean to step out of that bathroom. You’re carefully forming your thoughts making sure what you say is exactly what you feel. It's going to be perfect. You hear the bathroom door creak open and you quickly stand and turn to face a half naked dean who's only wearing jeans and drying his hair with a towel. He pauses when he sees you're the only person in the room. You feel like you might explode.

“Where’s Sa-”

“I care about you… alot” you interject. The silence is deafening. So much for your deep thoughtful speech. You can't take the silence and break it by continuing “and I know you care about me too…”

He's absolutely frozen, cornered. It was now or never.

“How did you-”

“I can just tell” you cut him off. You smile proudly, only now realizing you have the ability to make the Dean Winchester speechless. You're scared you might’ve overstepped, might've been too enthusiastic when he starts laughing and smiling. Maybe Sam was wrong? But that all changes when he says “i don't just care about you… im in love with you…”

It was your turn to be frozen. “You don't have to be yet… but I want you to know that I've been in love with you for a while now. I love your laugh, your smile, hell I even love what you get for breakfast.” Your eyes are wide in disbelief, he walks forward until he's close enough to where he can reach out and brush some hair out of your face and then continues. “I'm painfully in love with you. With everything about you” He’s desperately scanning your face for any sign of reciprocation, any sign of hope. He gets his sign when your mouth curves into a bright smile beaming at him, and before he can even realize it he has one of his own shining back at you.

You don't know who leaned in first, but the next thing either of you know is that your lips are moving against each others. You're running your fingers through his still damp and already messy hair. His hands are at your waist and holding you there like fine art. You were to him, something timeless, thought provoking, head turning, beautiful. This kiss was the start of Dean Winchester's future and he knew it. It tasted sweet and he savored every movement of your lips with his own, grateful for anything you give him.

His hands were electrifying you with every soft touch. You were melting in his arms and you can't get enough of him. You were pressed flush against his bare chest and you can't help but run your hands over his broad shoulders while continuing to kiss him deeply. You can't help but still be in a bit of disbelief. You could kiss him for hours, and by the way he's kissing you, he could too.

He pulls back and says “I don't want to rush things…”

“I was thinking the same thing…” You say, but yet again you have no idea who leans in first but your lips collide once again. His hands are on the sides of your face and yours are resting on his stomach. The room is filled with the sounds of your kiss and occasional involuntary moans, this feels better than either of you had imagined and you can't help it.

“When did he say he'd be back?” Dean mumbles into the kiss referring to Sam.

“He didn't” You mumble back barely breaking the kiss to do so.

You both simultaneously pull back and look at eachother wide eyed and it's like a lightbulb goes off over both your heads, but you can still see the worry plaguing his eyes so you say. “It'll be perfect no matter what because it's us… You and me.” You lace your fingers with his and at that he smiles and pulls you to him and towards his bed. He picks you up and lays you on the bed with him on top of you and it makes you both laugh into the kiss. When suddenly a pang of worry hits you. The last thing you want is for Sam to walk in on what's about to happen. As if on cue you hear the door shut and both of your heads snap to a frozen and panicked Sam. Dean begrudgingly and with a groan stands up and off of you and you immediately sits up. You're utterly embarrassed but Dean is just annoyed.

“Really?” Says Dean

“I wasn't expecting that, I mean I was hoping things went well but… wow” says Sam while setting the remnants of his food on the table. Dean finds a shirt in his bag and throws it on along with his shoes and grabs your hand and starts leading you towards the door. “We’ll hit the road in 2 hours until then … stay here” Dean says to Sam and he rolls his eyes. Dean shuts the door behind you both and starts walking you towards your room with a grin like he's won the lotto, and in his head he has. You laugh and he says

“What? Checkout isn’t for another two hours, might as well make the most of it…” He leans over and places a quick kiss to your temple. Your eyes flutter closed for a second. You've never felt this type of contentment before. You realize you never said i love you back earlier and you immediately look to the side of his face and say

“I love you too by the way” He immediately looks over and smiles wider than you've ever seen him smile before. In the moment he feels the contentment the same as you. His life just got a hell of a lot better and he knew it.

[aimseytv]

sorry, but of a stupid question, but are marceline and princess bubblegum in love in the show, or is it one of those things that are heavily implied?

they are in love. despite peoples strange complaints and "criticisms" that say it was a rushed romance, you can see the signs and hints from the first episode they are introduced which is "go with me". evident bitterness between the pair and its the *first* time the audience is introduced to them, and their dynamic, and the entire episode is about marceline "helping" finn ask bubblegum out on a date, despite her purposely meddeling and telling him to complete tasks that are the opposite of what bubblegum would want. then we fast forward to season 3, and we see the pair in the episode "what was missing" which is an episode where a door-lord as stolen each of the characters most prized possesions, and the item stolen from bubblegum is a rock t-shirt marceline gave her years and years ago that bubblegum admits she still sleeps in.. which causes marceline to blush. you may think im joking but no, marcy blushes which is followed with bubblegum then blushing about it. we move a few episodes down the line and marcy asks bonnie for help with a task in retrieving her teddybear, hambo, which was given to her by her father figure simon before he abandoned her (ouch). in the start of this episode however, we have scenes of bonnie waking up wearing the t-shirt marcy gave her years ago, her sniffing it as she wakes up (???) then moving to her CLOSET which REVEALS a POLAROID of MARCY AND BONNIE in the CLOSET that is STUCK THERE hidden AWAY only for BONNIE TO SEE.... anyway back to the teddy bear hambo, to retrieve it bubblegum had to give away the t-shirt i just mentioned, which according to maja the skywitch had more meaning and "sentimenal value" than the LITERALLY TEDDY BEAR GIVEN TO MARCY BEFORE SHE WAS ABANDONENDED!! CONTEXT CLUES BABY!! anyway then we move forward to season 7, specifcally the episode varmints, which is an episode very clear in healing the pair through their past as bonnie finally apologises for the problems and issues the pair had, as well as them both opening up to each other about the things neither one of them wanted to bring up in fear of being either rejected or the fear the other would just shoot them down. its an episode of healing, and in the end of it bonnie falls asleep on marcy, a clear sign of returning to comfort and what they used to know. then we have the stakes mini-series which is all about marcy going back to what she thinks she wants (humanity), and gives us the gorgeous amazing and talented scene of marcy not understanding these new human feelings, and thinking her being hungry is her being in love.. as shes with bonnie.. which causes bonnie to blush hard. gay people right? and then we have the finale, which is where the pair finally make up in the midst of a war where marcy thought bonnie had died, and marcy reveals the gorgeous quote of "even when we werent talking i was always scared something bad would happen to you and id not be there to protect you, and i guess i didnt want to lose you again". they then both kiss. so to answer your question, yes, there are clear signs throughout the show. sorry i am not normal about this okay goodnight

[georgeclarkesgf]

a request for maybe some george smut after he comes back from the useless hotline tour that we werent able to go on ?? so like he hasnt seen us in a while

the second george steps into his bedroom, he drops his bags and heads for the shower. he knows you're on your way over, having been waiting by your phone all day for him to let you know he's back. so when your phone dinged, you were already halfway out the door, tripping over your own feet trying to get there as soon as possible.

conveniently, you live about a ten-minute walk away, meaning you're used to seeing george every day. the two weeks he and max had been on tour were difficult, but you tried to make the best out of the situation and would call each other whenever you could.

a few minutes after he had got in the shower, you're at the flat taking the familiar path to his room. your heart pounds in anticipation as you undress quickly after closing the door, glad you'll finally be with him again.

the warm air surrounds you when you step inside the bathroom and lazily drag your eyes over his body. he's standing under the water, eyes closed and head thrown back, making you think of the more sinful times you'd seen him in this position.

"hi george." you say, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"hi darling. come here." he replies, arms outstretched toward you.

you step into the shower, letting him pull you into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. his arms tighten around you and you close your eyes, water cascading over you both. a comfortable silence sets in and several minutes pass before either of you speak.

"wish you could've come with us, you have no idea how much i missed you. i even struggled to fall asleep." george admits, his cheeks turning slightly red at the confession.

"really?" you raise your eyebrows at him to which he nods, "i missed you too. had to cuddle the teddy you got me instead. wasn't the same."

your hands untangle from his hair and cup his jaw, connecting your lips in a kiss. as the water continues to flow, the kiss grows more passionate. george's hands travel further down, one landing on your ass and squeezing it, the other pressed flat against your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"george," you don't mean for it to come out so breathless, but when his lips detach from yours to trail kisses down your neck, you can't help it, "you've literally just stepped through the door."

"mhm. but, i also currently have my sexy, loving, amazing girlfriend, who i've missed so much, naked in my shower. so, i don't understand the issue." he counters, making you giggle.

two fingers make their way between your legs and start toying with your clit before sliding into you, the sudden stretch causing your knees to buckle. you can feel his cock against your thigh, so you begin pumping him at the same pace he's fingering you, steadily building up your orgasm.

he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot inside you and your orgasm washes over you within minutes, hands scratching at his back. your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers, moans filling the room while you ride out your high.

"fuck, baby." you pant, trying to catch your breath.

a proud smirk is plastered on george's face, "you good?"

"so good. your turn."

you go to drop to your knees to return the favour, but he's quick to stop you and shake his head. when a pout appears on your lips, he kisses it away.

"as amazing as that would be, i need to be inside you, like now." he pleads and grips your hips, moving you until your back is pressed against the shower wall.

contradicting his words, he slowly drags his cock through your folds, letting the tip bump your clit a few times. but you're impatient, so you replace his hand with yours and align him with your entrance, jaw dropping as he pushes in.

"fuck, you feel so good, shit." he groans, hands on your hips keeping you steady while he fucks up into you.

he starts off slow, letting you adjust, but as your moans and whimpers grow more desperate, so do his thrusts. the only two words leaving your mouth are 'fuck' and 'george', his ego growing and determination to make you cum doubling.

a particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, holding onto him tighter. the sound of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom, more than likely being heard over the water that's still running.

"you close darling, yea? you gonna cum?" he leans down, connecting your lips once again, not giving you time to respond.

the knot in your stomach is dangerously close to snapping and he knows, one of his hands leaving your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

"please george." you whimper, clenching around him so tight he swears his brain short circuits.

"cum for me."

a whine escapes your lips and you throw your head back, letting your second orgasm take over your body. his rhythm falters as you cum around him, raking your nails up his back until they're digging into his shoulders.

george's head drops to your shoulder, thrusting into you a few times before pulling out, spilling over your thighs with a moan. both of your chests are heaving while you try to even out your breathing and he places multiple kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"well, that was quite the welcome home." george chuckles, "might leave more often if that's what i get when i come back."

"don't you dare."

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a low whistle comes from behind george as he enters the kitchen. you're curled up in his bed, having had a proper shower after his 'welcome home', and he's gone to grab you some water in just a pair of joggers, not realising bright red scratch marks are all over his back.

"take it y/n is here then?" chris chuckles, eyeing george from the sofa.

"uh, yea? how'd you know?" he furrows his brows in confusion since there's no sign of your things in the kitchen or living room.

before chris can answer, arthur hill walks in, eyes widening when he notices the marks too.

"damn george, what the hell happened to you?"

"y/n." chris replies, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"ah, right." arthur nods in understanding with a smirk on his face.

deciding to ignore their comments, george walks back to his room, being met with your horrified expression when he turns around.

"george! did you actually go to the kitchen like that?" you groan and he nods, confused, "there's marks all over your back. it's so obvious we've just fucked."

well, that explains it.

a/n not proofread sorry <33 hope you enjoyed!

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 9 - Ahn Yujin x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

You were at the worst table in the entire library. Maybe that's why it was relegated to a badly illuminated corner of the building, behind some shelves with books that almost nobody read. But this time you have to. You have to do an assignment and apparently there wasn’t any better place to get all the knowledge you needed than in these old books.

But in fact you weren’t reading any book at the time, because there was something more urgent, entertaining, and pleasant to gain knowledge. Leaning on the table was your classmate and girlfriend Yujin, with her bare ass glued to your pelvis and with your hand covering her mouth. 

You werent’ working on the assignment because you were fucking at the library. On that poorly illuminated and forgotten corner, with other students also doing homework just a few meters from you. Just protected by the safety these rickety shelves were giving to you. 

Your trust were short but strong in order to not make any noise, after all you were in a library and you had to be in silence. The peaceful aura of this palace of knowledge should not be disturbed by your study of anatomy. That’s also why your hand was preventing Yujin from moaning as loudly as she likes. 

Your shaft was deeply on her wet pussy, moving in and out of her at a pace you knew was driving her crazy. The velocity of your movements wasn't enough, you knew it that, but this was the faster you could go without making wet sounds and that clap her cheeks. The idea of bend her over the table and properly fuck the shit out of her was so tempting, but you have to make this work if you don’t wanna get caught and expelled from the university. 

“Babe, wanna ride me?” You whisper in her ear as quietly as you can, and she moves her head in an affirmative gesture. So you stop trusting and holding her by the waist you sit down on the chair with her over your legs. Yunjin immediately starts reverse riding you as best as she can with the limited range of movement she has, but you feel her walls squeezing your shaft. You feel how wet she is, and how fast her breath is going.

The hand you have on Yujin’s waist travels under her shirt to grab her boobs. The soft flesh is easily malleable under the pressure of your fingers. Despite not having bombastic big breast, Yujin's tiddie fills your hand so perfectly that it looks like both were created for each other.   

“You like the risk, don’t you?” You whisper again. “These shelves are the only thing that prevents them from finding out you are a slut, and you love it.”  You feel how Yujin’s pussy gets more wet and tight with your compliments. The truth is you twoo love the risk of public sex, but so far this is the most dangerous place where you have had sex. 

“Come Babe, come for me before they notice how sluty you are.” Your words have the desired effect over Yunjin and her movement becomes more erratic as she approaches her climax. You wish you were able to explore her body more freely, use both of your hands to squeeze her boobs or ass, or maybe touch her clit and make her cry with pleasure. But you know it is more safe if your hand keeps containing her moans. Being heard is not an option right now.

And with all your praise and when the chair threatens to break a leg Yujin stops moving at the time she closes her legs very tightly, doing her best effort to not collapse over you when the orgasm hits her body. The feeling of her walls dancing around the soft skin of your shaft is amazing, and is wonderful that sends you to your climax. Your hot cum fills Yujin’s pussy to her brim, threatening to come out of her wet hole, making her moan over your hand once again. 

“Remember me to wear a skirt next time, so I can ride you properly. “ Yujin says between sighs once your hand leaves her mouth.  

“If you do that they gonna find us.” Both of you start laughlin louder than you should do there and someone protests a few tablets far away. Still laughing, but in a low tone you help her stand again.

Yujin’s legs are shaking from all the effort they just did. Her well toned thighs are wet with her own slick and maybe some of your seed. And you allow yourself to admire the absolute work of art that is her bare butt, with her perfect pair of round cheeks that makes you hard again, before helping her to put back on her jeans. 

[rayraelleaizawa]

They say something hurtfull in an argument

TW: sad, slight angst, fighting

Characters: Shanks, Beckmann, Mihawk

Side note: a bit ooc cause they'd never say something like that but we live for angst

Part 2: Making up after an argument

Shanks

"Why do you always have to be drunk?" i asked him as he woke up with yet another hangover. Being together with Shanks is amazing, he loves you, he gives you everything you could wish for and more, but there is one thing you hate about his beheaviour: the constant drinking.

"Because we are pirates, we have to party" Shanks answered with a grin before he groans due to his headache.

"This drinking will kill you one time, do you know that? It's also a huge downturn in bed when i want to kiss you and all i can smell is alcohol on your breath." You kept on complaining, tired of this. "Alcohol damages your body so much, do you want to die so much earlier or what?" you snapped at him.

"Maybe I need something to make me feel better about your constant bickering." Shanks said with a growl, the grin disappearing.

You halted in your tracks. A look of hurt crossed your face as you shut your mouth close. Sadness welled up inside you at the thought, that you were also a reason why he kept on having this extremly unhealthy habit.

"I'm sorry then" you said quietly and walked out of your shared quarters, now probably only his quarters, cause you werent sure if you want to go back there and sleep next to him.

You were just worried about him, why didnt you notice that you were annoying him with that? You never said anything, helped him out of all his problems that he caused by himself with his childish demeanour, you only scolded him when he hurt himself. He never hurts others, he only lets himself get hurt. And that frustrated you beyond believe.

Didnt he know how much you cared for him? Did he even care? Are you even enough to make him start to look out for himself?

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you hid yourself in an empty room on the ship. You tried so much to accept his drinking habbits, you didnt even ask him to stop, just to not be drunk 6 and a half days of the week, and that every week.

You burried your face in your knees and cried. Where you that insufferable that he hurts his own body just to be able to endure your company? If you left, then he wouldnt do this to himself anymore, right?

Benn Beckman

"Really? Another one?"

You say annoyed as you watch your boyfriend light up another cigarette.

"Yes. Another one."

He plainly answers. You guys had this discussion before. You wanted him to smoke less, he said he'd try to but the amount doesnt get any less.

"Benn this really damages your lungs. Cant you please try to smoke less?"

You asked again, and he sighed annoyed.

"They help me relax."

You started to get annoyed by his short answers.

"You could relax with other stuff. You could take a bath, or i could massage you, or we could just spend time together."

You suggested as he sighed out audibly annoyed.

"And you think after all the work and stress I have the whole day I want to spend it around a person which constantly nags on me and where i cant let my mind settle even a bit?"

He snapped, looking at you angrily. You looked at him with an unmoving face before you adverted your eyes. You didnt want to show him that his words hurt.

"I'm sorry, I didnt know you couldnt let your guard down around me."

You said defeated, turning around and slowly walking away. You could hear him say your name quietly but you didnt want to turn around. You just walked under deck and into your cabin. You sat down on your desk and started working, tears running down your face as you felt a coldness within you.

Does he not trust me enough? I didnt know that I am a stress factor for him.

Dark thoughts pleagued your mind as you tried to just work through your feelings. You tried to not be even more of a burden. Tears ran down your face, some of them hitting the desk and some hitting the papers with the lists and research about the treasures your crew had gotten lately.

Benn works so hard, and I never made him feel better. I just added to his stress. He'd be better off alone, right?

Dracule Mihawk

"Could you please tell me when you plan on leaving?"

You said to Mihawk as he came back after two months without telling you that he'll be gone.

"Why? I have my own free will if i remember correctly."

"Because I worry about you when you just suddenly disappear! It isnt that hard to just leave a note or something when you cant tell me in the face that you have to leave."

You were angry at him. What did he think? He was your boyfriend so why couldnt he just tell you when he left for weeks?

He puts down his hat and went to get some vine but you stopped him. Him not even looking at you makes you feel like you're unimportant to him, that this whole matter is of no interest to him.

"Do you really care so little about my feelings? Or am I just a nuissance to you right now that you cant even stop walking when I talk with you."

He then looked at you, annoyance but also a sign of being unbothered on his face.

"You're acting like a child. If I leave again and dont come back you'll at least know why now."

He said that so matter of factly that you were stunned about his coldness. He moved around you to the kitchen to grab some vine, and you just stood there.

Did he really just say that I am the reason why he doesnt want to come home anymore?

You shook your head slightly, recalling his words again and trying not to be hurt by them. As you hear his steps starting to come back, you hurried out of the room and into your shared bedroom. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to make it make sense.

When did he start hating to come back to you? What exactly was so annoying about you? Why didnt he just tell you that he didnt like your behaviour anymore? Does he even like you anymore?

All those thoughts were running through your head as you packed the little clothes and stuff you owned. You didnt touch a thing that he bought for you. If he wanted to leave and not come back, then you will make it easier for him and leave on your own. That's what he wants, isnt it?

After you finished packing you quietly stepped out of his castle and made your way into the woods. Tears were still streaming down your face, but you ignored them. This was for the best, right?

[kaivenom]

Hallo, could you please write a nsfw text for mihawk? (my english is bad, sorry)

Making you moan

Summary: You always are the emotional on the relation, but tonight somethings got on your mind and you just need to make Dracule do some noise.

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, functional adults comunicating, moaning Mihawk (please)

A/N: Hallooo, don't worry, english is not my first language either so i can often make mistakes. I will asume that you mean like a one shot so i hope i got it right.

"What do yo think you are doing?" he asked you rolling his eyes from the newspaper.

"Making dinner." you answered oblivious.

"With shorts, a top and no bra?"

"I am cold." you were freezing but you wanted to make him want you and burn in desire.

You can feel his piercing eyes on you, never leaving your figure, maybe your plan It's working.

Then, he got up and approached you. His steamy body meeting yours. He is radiating too much heat, thats what happens when he wants to have sex, amazing.

"My (y/n), if you wanted to catch my attention, you suceeded." He started rubbing against your core.

You followed his rythm and started moving too, but even with your efforts, he still didn't make a sound... Not a groan, not a whimper, not even a choked gasp.

"Stop." He frozed.

"Why the change?"

"Cause i say," you turned around "why dont you make sounds when we are together?"

"Cause i am a grown powerful man and i dont whimper like a boy. You make enough noise for the two of us." You were flustered, now his body pressing yours against the kitchen sink.

"You know how weird It feels when i moan because you make me feel good but then i do something to you and you stay silent? Sometimes, it makes me feel like you dont like it."

"Dont ever say that you dont make me feel good. If youre pressence here wasnt pleasant you wont be living in this castle." His low voice made you shiver and start having doubts.

Maybe his right, you've only been dating for a year, maybe you are asking to much and just need to get used to It. His mouth on your ear lobe got you out of guard. His hands roaming carefully your waist. You were about to push him away when you hear It... A bite on your ear and a groan, so low and so gutural that you almost cummed right then and there.

"I am a fucking trained man, i dont let my emotions get me into battle and i cant afford to have feelings like this or indulge this insignificant requests... But you are too much stuck in my heart to say no, i asume i Will have to let myself get at your mercy."

You were surprised about his words and really arroused at how It sounded right on your ear with that breathy voice. You laid a little on the sink to be able to rub your knee against his bulge. Another groan and a shaky breath, you felt like heaven and coudlnt help but escape a little whimper. He sounded really hot.

"I told you you were noisy."

"Shut up, i fucking love the way you sound."

His kisses were usually calm, today that are savage, messy and needy, with beautiful whimpers between. You took away your top, leaving your breasts free and he took unbottoned his shirt.

With his firm hands he wrapped your legs and put it on his waist, moving you all around to his dining chair.

When he sat down, you could finally feel all his boner thru his pants and you were dying of expectation. At least his mouth got into your nipples and you felt a little releaved.

He is always do quiet and careful about every move that right now, with his sloppy kisses on your nipples, you werent able to think straight.

"You are really naughty and bossy, you are lucky i am a reasonable men."

"Shut up please, and dont stop." You could swear you almost saw a smile on his face, he must be having a good time.

He continued like that, making you move on his lap trying to find some friction to endure his action on your chest.

"Please, Drac, i need you to start doing something more." He stopped and laid himself on the chair, suddently you feel the cold on your body.

"If you are so desperate to hear me you need to earn It, you will have to push that sounds out of me."

You couldn't believe, he was being mean, he isnt usually like that. But right now, you couldnt café less about degrading yourself or submitting to his commands.

You got up and took of your shorts and panties all in once and went to free his cock, never breaking eye contact. His tip was red, he might be calm but his dick doesn't lie, he is about to burst for you.

You were so wet that you didn't even needed to dilate yourself, so you sat again on his lap and this time you aligned his cock with your entrance.

Slowly, you begin to sink on him until your pussy swallowed all his lenght. A broken low pitched note escapes Mihawk voice at the same time as you were catching your breath.

"No way, you moaned?" You said after analizing the moment, his face seemed even a little angry.

"Dont make a big deal about It, thats why you wanted."

"It Is, thats why i am going to make a big deal about It, dont tell me you faked It."

"Why would i fake something that you are so worried about, shut up and starting moving if you want to hear more."

One hand grabbed your hair and pushed you to meet his lips, agressively. The other hand traveled to your ass to help you start moving.

You hid your face on his neck while you begin moving so you can fully hear his groans, whimpers and littles shakes he is doing. You feel like you were about to burst.

At it only was a matter of a couple of minutes for you to start feeling the knot in your stomach starting to build up, almost there, and you could sense that Mihawk too.

You did a couple heavier thrusts and you finally cummed but for once, wasnt your voice the most heard one. Suddently Mihawk trembled and moaned, not like a while ago, this time fully letting his voice free. Hearing that, feeling him cumming inside with that relieve, only made your orgasm better.

"You happy now?" he was trying to recover.

"Of course i am, thank you." he only kissed your cheek with his heavy breathing, this made him really emotional and exhausted, but he was sure he like it.

[starboye]

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe fucking ex reader but could there be something deeper

warnings: smut, cheating, cursing, slight degradation, slight daddy kink, lil angst

rafe was one of your worst exes, he was a total dick, manipulative, crazy, and a gaslighter to the max so you broke up with him and dated your beloved john b and he was way better, he was nice, full of life, and cared for you but there was something so addictive about rafe, maybe it was the way he could make you cum in seconds and the sex was amazing unlike john b who couldnt satisfy you in that way, the sex was more lack luster but you knew he meant well.

thats where right now led you, fucking yourself with your fingers in bed watching some trash porn but it wasnt enough and after doing this for about an hour you were tired, that was until your phone dinged with a notification and you couldnt believe it, it was from rafe "hey there beautiful" the text read "what do you want rafe" you quickly typed back "just wanna see how your little life is going" rafe replies and you could feel the smugness through the screen.

"thats none of your business" you reply "well hows thats dating john b thing going" rafe texts trying to rile you up "better than out relationship ever was" you text "does he fuck you the way i do" you read the text and immediately were stunned "whatever" you text "no tell me does he get all those good spots in you or do you have to finger yourself every night to get off" rafe texts "no" you reply "ill be there in 10 make sure to put on those cute underwear i like" rafe texts before hes grabbing his keys and heading over to your house.

you couldnt believe this, rafe coming over to your house to fuck you, but you could never cheat on john b like that plus you live him to much,but then again one little fucking from rafe wouldnt be that bad... right, no you werent gonna do it, you pick up your phone to text rafe not to cu- i mean come over but when you go to type it your fingers freeze not being able to do it and soon you hear rafe pull into your drive way.

you walk to the door to stop him from coming in but as soon as you open it you see rafe standing there with that stupid smug face he always has "can i come in" rafe asks with a smirk and just as youre about to deny him you trip over your words and are unable to stop him "look at you so needy" rafe says picking you up and resting your ass in his hands as he takes you too your room.

he drops you on you bed and undresses himself, his abs flexing as he does so making you even more dumb "you gonna take your stuff off or do i need to do that too" rafe says in a slightly annoyed tone but you comply and quickly take off your clothes, rafe walks up to you and pulls your legs to get you closer to him, wrapping them around his waist "you barely feel like you've had sex" rafe scoffs prodding at your hole.

you look at him with a hateful look but deep down you missed rafe, the way he would love you was unmatched, he'd buy you anything your heart desired and showered you with love, although he did some fucked up shit you knew he was a good guy deep down it was just ward that fucked him up.

"you want me to fuck you right" rafe asks and you nod shyly "you know to use your words" rafe demands "yes please fuck me" you plea locking your ankles together around rafe "okay then" rafe says before sliding into you with ease "its like i never left" rafe says starting to thrust into you "and how would john b feel about the kook he hates so much fucking his sweet boyfriend" rafe smirks grabbing your chin to force you to look him in the eyes.

"shut up you dick" you snarls "'thats' rich coming from the slut cheater" rafe replies tilting his head to the side "just- fuck... just fuck me" you say broken by moans "you know you love this cock" rafe says "it makes you feel so good and it can rub all the right spots" he continues "fuck you" you spit out "you're already doing that" rafe laughs.

you lean up to give rafe a mean look "what cant handle me" rafe says flashing a cheesy smile before leaning down to leave some hickeys on your neck "wait rafe no" you yell trying to push rafe off but you couldn't and he leaves a couple hickeys across your neck "what the fuck" you say in disbelief "now who does this hole belong to" rafe asks roughly gripping his hands into your thighs "shut up di-" and before you could finish the sentence rafe pounds into you make you moan "wrong answer" rafe says.

"now who does this belong to" rafe asks again "rafe please" you say trying to slow him down "c'mon y/n i know you know the answer" rafe grins devilishly "its all yours" you huff rolling your eyes "don't you fucking dare roll your eyes at me" rafe says smacking your ass harshly "yes daddy" you moan out before cumming on your chest "look at that, cumming untouched, i didn't think i was that good" rafe laughs at your fucked out state.

"you want it in you" rafe asks as you feel his thrusts get a little slower, rafe wanting to edge himself in your amazing hole "yes rafe i want it so much" you whimper in that voice that rafe could never resist, he'd do anything to hear that voice every morning, and with that he cums without a thought in his mind, you tightening around him to get every drop of that delicious cum making his mind become even more hazy.

"if you need me again you know my number" rafe says pulling out of you and putting on his clothes "fuck you" you say scooting further onto the bed "yeah fuck you too kid" rafe says walking out of your room and you hear him close the front door and start up his truck, you run to the window to see him off and catch him looking at your bedroom window and as soon as your eyes meet his he pulls out your driveway.

you feel asleep that night feeling guilty but well filled, you wanted to get back with rafe but should you really risk the chance of a repeating argument, rafe pushing you away because hes hurt and you walking away from him but somehow you always end up back in his bed wrapped in his arms and him telling you how he wants to grow old with you and you believe it every time thinking this time could be different but it never is, maybe you guys are better apart than together.

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