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HEY WAIT A MINUTE!! Wasnt there a post like that? Like someone liveblogged being attacked and they just played possum because they felt awkward?? Or maybe they pretended to drown in someoneβs pool just to be a dick and didnβt know when to stop until they were hidden in a closet. Or something
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Pairing: dbf!Santiago GarcΓa x sub!top!male reader
CWs: Reader is anywhere from 19 to his early twenties, age gap, underwear sniffing, slight scent kink, Santi has a hairy ass, praising, rimming, creampie.
Description: With guests at your house using your room and the couch being repaired, you have no option but to stay in your dad's hot best friend Santi's house. When he leaves the house shortly, you start exploring the place and make an awesome discovery...
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Your parents had dropped you off at your dadβs best friend Santiagoβs house, you had guests coming over and they were too many for the guest room, so they had to use your room as well, and your couch was being repaired, leaving you no option but to go to Santiβs house. It wasnβt like you minded thoughβ¦ Santi was eye candy to look at, he had salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes, plump lips and a pretty good physique for someone in their 40s, and youβd also seen he had a happy trail from when he and your dad bathed in the pool together. So a week with your dadβs hot best friend definitely wasnβt one of your complaints.
When you arrived at his apartment he was outside waiting for you already. βWhatβs up, boy?β he asked, hugging you. Boyβ¦ him calling you that was so hot. βHere, I got your room readyβ he said while he smiled and helped you haul your stuff to what would be your room for the next week. βDo you need help here or can you do it yourself?β he asked, looking sexy as hell, like always. You spent the next 20 minutes organizing your clothes and plugging your chargers, etc. When you finished, Santi walked back into the room, βHey, Iβm just gonna go to the store for some bread cause I forgot we ran out, Iβll be back soonβ he waved goodbye and left, leaving you alone in Santiβs house.Β
You roamed around his house, it was a well decorated one, unusual for a guy like him, the table was nicely set out and his couch was extremely comfortable to sit in. His kitchen was pretty organized aside from a few plates that needed washing, and the place had great lighting too. You looked at the pictures on his wall, some were just paintings and some were of him and his friends, they all looked attractive, just like Santi. As you kept exploring the house you eventually walked into his roomβ¦ it was what youβd expect from a bedroom.. a bed, some clothes laying around and a work desk. You were in this extremely hot manβs roomβ¦ you realized as you felt something stir in your pants. And in one corner of the room, right next to his bathroom door, there was a dirty laundry basketβ¦ you wouldnβtβ¦ right?
But your mind was pretty much clouded with the fact that those clothes were Santiβs dirty clothesβ¦ you opened the basket and looked insideβ¦ as if the gods knew what you wanted, you found Santiβs boxersβ¦ you wouldnβt.. right? Right?Β
Moments later you were walking back to your room, his boxers in your hands as you laid on the bed andβ¦ sniffed them. They smelt manly, it was clear heβd used these as the scent went into your nostrils and god did you enjoy it. You freed your rock hard cock and started to stroke it, desperate to cumβ¦ the effect his clothes were having on youβ¦ you needed this man carnally. You held the underwear to your nose and sniffed as you jerked off. It must have been 10 minutes that you were doing this until someoneβs voice snapped you out of your horny frenzy, it was Santi. βWhat do you think youβre doing?β he asked, you thought this was it.. but he didnβt seem particularly angry, he seemed pretty chill for someone whoβd just seen his best friendβs son sniff his dirty underwearβ¦ βis that my underwear, y/n?β he asked, with a slight smug. You realized there was no way out but to tell the truth.
βY-yesβ¦β you stutteredβ¦ your cheeks were boiling hot due to embarrassment and shame,
βTell me, y/n.. do you find me attractive?β he asked you, raising his eyebrow, but once again, he didnβt look nor seem mad.. you decided to confess, βFine, yes I do.. since forever.. and I was just exploring the h-β you startedΒ βItβs okay.. canβt say Iβd resist either if I found yoursβ he smirked lustfully, you couldnβt believe it.. your dadβs friend who youβd found incredibly hot for ages just said he couldnβt resist smelling your undies if he found themβ¦ so.. he basically just said he found you hot too..
βSoβ¦ youβre looking for a releaseβ¦ I can give that to youβ¦β he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh, close to your hard cock, βBut you have to work for itβ he smirked, you wondered what he meant βWhat do I have to do?β you asked curiously,Β βEver heard about rimming, boy?β he asked, god, the way he called you βboyβ was so fucking hot. βYeahβ you replied, figuring out what he wanted, and you definitely werenβt gonna say no. βHow βbout you eat my ass for a while?β he kept smug as he took off his pants and underwear, showing you his hole, spreading his legs. It was dark pink and his cheeks had some hairβ¦ it was driving you crazy. You nervously got between his legs and looked up at him, βGo on boyβ¦ feast on it..β he said as you pressed your tongue to his hole.
His ass tasted sweet and slightly musky, but it was incredible to you. You couldn't believe what you were doingβ¦ eating your dadβs best friend assβ¦ but you definitely werenβt gonna stop now, you fucking loved it. Youβd never done this before, but somehow your eagerness made up for the lack of experience, βOh fuck- youβre good at this..β he mouthed as you hungrily ate him out, desperate to please him. βSuch a dirty boy, arenβt you? Sniffing my underwear.. you really love scents, huh?β he asked, taking his shirt off as well, βIβll show you scents later if youβre good~β he smirked, you nodded aggressively and whimpered as you ate his ass. God, he tasted so addictive.
You gently placed your hand on his asscheeks, wanting to feel his round ass but not acting too quickly either, βItβs okay boy.. touch it, indulge yourself..β he groaned, you grabbed his asscheek hard as well as his thigh as his taste spurred you on further. By now, you were licking inside him, having loosened that tight ring of muscle enough. βYou can lick more places, boy..β he suggested, making you switch from his ass to his balls, they smelled like his underwear, but much, much stronger, not that you minded though. You licked and worshiped his balls for a while like you did with his ass while he complimented you with names such as βgood boyβ. You switched back to his hole and you were starting to get completely ass drunk. Your long forgotten cock was standing hard and leaking, you were so aroused it was almost overwhelming.Β
Suddenly, Santiago told you to get on the bed. You followed his orders of course, βYouβve been a very good boy for me, amor..β he said, that sexy smug on his face as he showed you his hole, βyou can put it insideβ he said, your mind went into overdrive, your cock was gonna be in Santiβs ass! βItβs big..β he said as he said βgonna enjoy making it mine..β he said with a smirk, the prospect of your cock being made into Santiβs toy for his pleasure was a synonym of heaven for you. He gave you some lube and you put it on your cock, it felt heavenly as you put it inside him, he was so tight and his hole had a vice grip on your cock. βF-fuck-β you had to moan,
βTight hm? Probably the tightest one youβve hadβ¦β he smirked as he stroked himself. You slowly sank into him, inch by inch until you were finally balls deep inside him, you started to gasp in pleasure, you really wanted to start thrusting, but you knew better than that, you could tell Santi liked ordering you around.Β
It was a full minute before Santi told you to start thrusting.. and when you did, you could feel butterflies in your stomach, he was gripping your cock so hard inside him, you were worried that it was even gonna get squashed. βHoly fuck- Santi-β you werenβt sure if youβd last long, Santiβs hole was sucking you into him, almost trying to jerk you off, you grabbed his ass and buried your face in his neck, you immediately the smell of his cologne and his natural smell. God, he smelt so manly, so potent, so powerful, you felt the need to please him, that you needed to impress him in some way. You were so hypnotized with him that you completely forgot you were thrusting into him, βJust like that- good boy~" he moaned, βyouβve got a pretty big dick- feels good-β that compliment sent shockwaves down your body, this man who had a chokehold on you was saying you were doing a good job, you had to resist cumming.Β
You sped up, still careful and trying to last long enough to make Santi cum at least once, and there was the cocky son of a bitch, in absolute bliss, with no worries and dominating you without having to lift a single finger, while you were over here struggling to not cum. You needed to step up your game to make him actually moan loudly, so you sped up a little more, angled your dick just to the right angle towards his prostate and wrapped your hand around his thick, hard cock, βFuck yeah, now thatβs what Iβm talking about..β he said, as the sound of slapping skin started to identify. However, the tables definitely hadnβt turned, you were still trying to impress Santi and his pleasure was still the priority.
The next 15 minutes were absolute bliss, you were definitely achieving your goal to impress Santi, the man was now moaning and praising you non-stop. However, your uphill battle with your orgasm eventually caught up to you. βFuck- Santi- Iβm gonna-β you were desperate, you didnβt know where he was gonna let you cum βNo worries boy, just cum insideβ he replied with a smirk, those words tipped you over the edge as you splattered a huge load in his hole, still thrusting. βFucking Christ-β Santi cursed as he too finally reached his release, spewing his orgasm all over himself.
You buried your face in his neck and stayed there for.. 15? 20 minutes? You didnβt know, all you knew was that you had just had the best orgasm in your life with the hottest man youβd ever seen. βYou want anything?β he asked you, you realized you were thirsty as hell,
βSome water?β you asked.
βOkay, Iβll be back with it then,β he said as he stood up βDonβt clean up by the way, weβve still got to do a lot moreβ¦β.
OKAY STRAP IN because this is one of the WILDEST stories in aviation history.
In 1990, a British Airways BAC One-Eleven, captained by Tim Lancaster and co-piloted by Alastair Atchison, was cruising at 17,000 feet.
Around 15 minutes after take-off, flight attendant Nigel Ogden entered the cockpit to bring the pilots something to drink. One second everything was fine. The next second, the pilot's side window blew out from the force of the pressurized cockpit. Even though he was strapped in, the force of the explosive decompression ripped the captain out of his chair and pulled him though the window.
The flight attendant immediately leapt forward and grasped the captain's belt. The force was so strong - due to the plane's speed - the captain slipped and was pulled almost entirely out of the plane, but the flight attendant caught his leg. The captain laid on the roof, then the side of the fuselage (the above image is an inaccurate recreation - the side window was smashed) and the flight attendant's entire arm was soon outside of the plane, gripping him.
(Recreation from the show Mayday at the point of decompression)
At the same time, the event caused the autopilot to disengage, and the captain's body hitting the flight controls caused the plane to enter into a deep dive. The throttle was set to full power and could not be accessed due to debris, meaning the plane was descending rapidly. The co-pilot, experiencing hypoxia, fought to control the plane's dive while allowing it to continue descending to a level the passengers/crew could breathe at. He attempted to contact air traffic control, but the wind made communication impossible, so he broadcast a mayday signal. Finally, he was able to re-engage the autopilot and level the plane out at a breathable altitude.
Soon, the flight attendant's entire arm was burned from wind shear and frostbite, and his grip began to slip. The other attendants entered the cabin to see what was wrong and took over holding the captain's body. Seeing the blood covering the windows from the captain's severe wind sheer burns and frostbite, the attendants and co-pilot knew he was dead. However, they could not let his body go because it could smash into the wing, horz stabilizer, or engine, and bring the plane down.
For 30+ minutes the co-pilot flew a jet plane with an OPEN WINDOW and his co-worker's body hanging along the side of the plane. Finally, clearance to land from ATC came across over the sound of the wind and the flight attendants were able to dislodge the captain's ankles from the flight controls without letting him go. The co-pilot successfully landed the plane.
(tw below for blood)
(Taken same day as the incident)
BUT HERE'S THE KICKER: when they reached the ground and evacuated, they realized THE CAPTAIN WAS NOT DEAD.
He SURVIVED being outside the fuselage of a jet airplane traveling 550mph at 17,000 feet. His only injuries were extensive - but mostly superficial - frostbite and windshear burns, bruising, fractures in his hand, and shock. He has since stated that he remembers the event and was conscious for much of the time he was outside of the fuselage. The only other injury was the flight attendant's frostbitten/windshorn arm. Captain Tim Lancaster returned to flying five months later.
(Captain Tim Lancaster in bed several weeks after the incident, with flight attendant Ogden (+ Ogden's wife) above him and co-pilot Alastair Atchison to the far left, along with the two other flight attendants)
Why did this occur? Because the plane had received maintenance the day before, and the maintenance supervisor did not check he was using the correct screws in re-installing the windscreen.
(Recreation)
So yeah: you can apparently survive clinging to the side of a jet airliner traveling 500+mph at 17,000 feet.
Wow! Didn't expect this many likes for an aviation post.
Just a note that I was wrong - it was the front pilot's windscreen, not the side-window! I'm used to looking at Boeing windows with different positions :)
If y'all want the full story & more analysis of what exactly went wrong, Mayday: Air Investigations did a pretty decent special on the incident. It's free on YouTube here (and here on dailymotion if you're outside the US).
Male Scifi and Fantasy writers: Look at this !Strong! female character! She can fight and solve puzzles, and ends up with the sidekick not the hero! Isnβt she a great character?
Everyone: No, sheβs one-dimensional and still only exists to please the heroβs ego
Male scifi and fantasy writers: Youβre never happy! This is how characters are written! Besides, itβs much harder for us to write women because we are men!
Terry Pratchett: *creates a female character who is literally the embodyment of a dog, sets her up to be the love interest of Protagonist Hero Man.* *writes her as clever, emotionally tortured, lonely and powerful* *uses her to explore difficulties of bisexuality and masculine dominated workforces*
Terry Pratchett: *Creates a pair of old witches, one of whom is a virgin and the other who has slept with lots of men.* *makes them best friends, never dismisses one lifestyle of the other, explains lifestyle choices based on characters history and personality, uses this to develop each character as the books progress*
Terry Pratchett: *Writes Sybil Rankin* *makes the powerful rich lady heavy set but beautiful, never plays her by her looks, develops her as she ages, acknowledges the way society views such people and then spits on their attitudes* *does it again with Agnes*
Terry Pratchett: *Writes a book about an entire army secretly being women, creates complex female relationships, introduces same sex relationships completely naturally*
Terry Pratchett: *takes old joke about female dwarves and uses it to explore gender identity without making it seem forced or unnatural, carefully discusses some of the issues and complextities whilst still making funny and witty observasions and maintaining genuine fantasy tropes*
Terry Pratchett: *DOES THIS ALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN, DEVELOPING CHARACTERS AS HIS VEIW OF THE WORLD DEVELOPS AND CAREFULLY APOLOGIZES FOR EARLY MISTAKES*
βMy brother was working at the LACMA party in catering (he's a cook) and he just gave me this photo saying that Pedro Pascal is the only one who stopped by to say hello to the service and that he is indeed super niceβ
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