#face massa

[puppypeter]

I want to read about Jamie courting the hell out of Roy, wining and dining him, bringing him coffee in the morning, leaving him pastries on his desk with a sweet post it note, buying him flowers, making him hella flustered and panicky at the lack of control because that's always been Roy's role when dating someone

[theoryandahalf]

Can I just say how relieved I was to see them in the newest food theory? I was lowkey worried without Matt they wouldn't use the NC crew for live action shoots, but thankfully its still happening! Also I guess Lee just lives there now?

Seriously. Lee. Does Matt have you trapped in the basement? Buddy, blink twice if you need help!

[drumkenz]

(via GIPHY)

[em-prentiss]

Ice cold

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In which you have freezing hands, and Aaron warms them up for you.

Cw: fem!bau!reader—I think it could also be read as gn reader, getting together, fluff, first kiss, no use of yn

Word count: 1.7k

This is my first time writing a reader insert, so please be gentle with me lol. I’ve been wanting to write an Aaron x reader for ages and this idea finally came to me last night. Idk if I’ll continue writing these, but if you have any prompts let me know! It took me ridiculously long to come up with this one haha <3

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The cold bites at your exposed hands and you shiver, dropping your pen and notepad into your coat pockets because they’re all but useless now, your fingers close to snapping in half. You leave Aaron to jot down notes of the crime scene you’re in, keeping your hands in your equally freezing pockets in a poor attempt at keeping them warm.

Who has the energy to dump and mutilate a body in the woods in the middle of January, anyway?

“Isolated and hard to find, safe to say he’s a local.” You murmur, tucking your chin into the collar of your coat. You curl your numb fingers into your palm, cursing quietly at the stiffness in them.

“Yeah,” Aaron agrees. “One with experience, too. No blood spatter, no drag marks. He could’ve wrapped them in tarps.” He clicks his pen closed and slides it into his pocket along with his notepad, making you sigh in relief at the thought of leaving soon. “We’ll know more once Morgan and Rossi come back from the ME.”

You nod silently, clenching your fingers around the cold fibers of your coat pocket as you shiver again. Aaron’s gaze slides to you. 

“You okay?” He asks.

“It’s fucking freezing,” you grumble, hunching your shoulders and trying to wrap your coat tighter around your body. Your hands have gone fully numb now, clenched into icy fists inside your pockets. “My hands froze over. They’re like ice blocks.” You frown, your jutted bottom lip scratching against the wool of your coat.

Aaron smiles amusedly, his heart warming at the sight of your furrowed brows, your chin tucked into your coat for warmth. You shift slightly from foot to foot, subconsciously huddling closer to him and his endless, blazing warmth. 

He turns his back on the deserted crime scene and focuses instead on you, his eyes lingering on the flush on your cheeks, your skin bitten from the cold. He looks perfectly warm, you think grouchily, in his stupid large coat and his stupid neatly wrapped scarf.

“And yet when we went to literal Alaska you didn’t have any complaints,” he says. 

You huff indignantly, “Excuse you, at least in Alaska I knew it was going to be—” You cut off as his fingers wrap around your wrists and gently pull your hands from your pockets.

Immediately the cold bites at them again, but that’s not what makes you falter. “What are you doing?” You ask as he cups both of your hands between his. Distantly, you think it’s a stupid question. But his hands are so warm, large and completely engulfing yours, making you feel like you just stuck them in an oven. You let out an involuntary sigh, your brain going blank at the sudden heat from his hands.

Aaron ignores your question. “You weren’t lying,” he says mildly, bending his head to look at the way your nails were turning blue. He brings your hands up to his face and blows warm air on the blue tips of your fingers, massaging them with circular motions to force the cold out of them. Your heart picks up at the way your hands disappear beneath his, what’s visible of them looking small in his gentle grip.

Your skin is icy beneath his own. “Jeez, are you anemic or something?” He looks up at you and his lips tilt upward at the flush on your cheeks, deeper now than it was before, and you both know it’s not from the cold.

“No,” you squeak, the excessive heat of his hands rendering you incoherent. His thumbs rub gentle circles onto your palms, slowly forcing the warmth back into them. “Just terrible circulation.”

Aaron hums and looks back down at your hands, massaging them thoroughly until you start to regain the feeling in your fingers. You waggle them experimentally and he smiles a little, moving his thumbs up to your knuckles and rubbing them slowly.

You can feel your blush deepen as you look at him. His gaze is fixed on your hands, utterly focused on his task as if it were the single most important thing on his mind today, as if you didn’t have any pressing concerns like a team waiting for your feedback or a serial killer needing to be caught.

By the time he’s moved to your wrists your whole body is warm, your blood buzzing under your skin. He’s involuntarily shifted closer to you, your hands held so close to his chest your fingertips ghost against his shirt. 

His warm fingers brush over your wrist, catching your fluttering pulse, and your breath is trapped in your throat. Aaron presses your palms together and secures his hands over yours, finally done with his task. The warmth of your joint hands travels to your cheeks, the way his thumbs absently skate over the heel of your hands making your whole body flush. “Warm enough now?” He murmurs.

Just about to catch fire, actually. But you nod. “You’re a useful partner in conditions like these, Agent Hotchner. What with your furnace-like hands.” You try to joke through your racing heartbeat.

He chuckles lightly, his dimples digging into his cheeks. His hands are still holding on to yours. You’re glad for that, because otherwise you’re sure you would’ve risen on your tiptoes and pressed a thumb to each dimple, watching the way your fingers dip into the crevice. 

“Happy to be of service. Anything else I can warm up for you?” His eyes are like sun warmed honey, gazing into yours, and the words leave your mouth before you can think about them.

“My lips are cold too.”

Oh god.

You drop your gaze as your cheeks start to flame, a jittery nervousness suddenly making your stomach hurt. You try to tug your hands out of his grip but Aaron holds on tighter, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and holding you in place. 

You’re still looking down at your joint hands when he clears his throat. “I can help with that,” he says evenly, as if his own heart isn’t racing abnormally fast.

Your head snaps up. “What?” You breathe, frozen in place as he lets go of your hands. You don’t even register the sudden cold, your whole focus on the way he takes your face into his palms, his warm fingers pressing against your cold cheeks.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Aaron asks. His face is serious, all hints of his previously playful smile gone. Briefly you start to wonder if this is one of your many dreams about him, but his hands sear your skin, the icy air burns your lungs as you raggedly breathe in and out. 

You swallow, your throat unbearably dry, and nod. “Yes.” You grip the lapels of his coat, feeling the soft fibers between your fingers.

His face transforms. The hard lines soften, his seriousness melting away as he smiles again. The breath returns to your lungs. “Thank god,” he says bluntly, and you laugh, butterflies in your stomach, in your veins. You grin at him as his thumbs stroke your jaw, his fingertips sliding into your hair as he tilts your face up to his.  

“Your efforts at flirting are tragic, by the way,” he murmurs, just before he presses his lips to yours and steals your indignant reply. Immediately you melt into his arms, one hand slipping into his coat and the other resting on the hard line of his jaw. You always wanted to touch it, and as your fingers skate over it, wander over the skin that meets his neck, you feel his erratic pulse beating.

It’s good to know you’re not the only one ridiculously affected.

Aaron reluctantly pulls away when you both are breathless, his lips turning up into a grin at the sight of your dazed eyes. He leans in close and presses soft, gentle kisses on your lips—just to make sure they’re properly warmed up. 

You slip your hand into his hair and sigh—the cold has nothing on you now—just about to kiss him properly when his phone rings.

Aaron steps back and the biting cold replaces his warmth. You shiver as he digs his hand into his pocket and takes out his phone, your lips abnormally warm and your hands slowly returning to their once freezing state. 

“Yeah Dave,” he answers, his eyes still on you. You jut your bottom lip and he grins, his hand reaching for yours. He links your fingers together and softly runs his thumb over yours, making your cheeks flush again. “Sorry, we ran into traffic on the way. We’ll be there in an hour or so.”

Aaron ends the call and you laugh as he tugs you to the car, your fingers still linked. “What?” He smiles and you beam back.

“Traffic?” You raise your brows. 

He rolls his eyes. “What did you want me to say? ‘Sorry I got carried away kissing my beautiful subordinate’?” You reach the car and he opens the door for you, but you don’t get in. 

Your heart skips at his words. He smiles and you finally reach up and place your thumb into his dimple, your own smile spreading. “Yes,” you say simply, unable to believe you can finally do this. “You know they have a running bet on us.” You murmur, leaning forward to kiss the divot in his cheek.

Aaron’s skin warms beneath your lips. His hand falls to the curve of your waist and he squeezes lightly. “I know,” his voice comes out a little tight and you smile. He clears his throat and gently pushes you into the car. “The faster you get in, the faster we can collect. And we’ll use that money for our date, yeah?” 

��Deal.” You grin and get into the car, Aaron’s gentle hand guiding you into the seat. He can’t help but give you another kiss before he closes the door, your lips sweet and soft between his own.

You sigh as he climbs into the driver’s seat, your cheeks delightfully warm and your hands only slightly chilly. Aaron pulls out onto the road and his hand finds yours again. 

You thread your fingers between his and look out the window, feeling absurdly grateful for the cold woods you were in.

[bar-ecuador-massa]

... porque tú sabes mas del mundo que te dimos. da Barbara Bonanno BNNRRB Tramite Flickr: (El hijo-Pablo Neruda)

[lwwife]

Helloo, hope your well! In celebration of Leah’s comeback can we get a smut fic 😁

I was thinking the context could be based on Leah’s girlfriend treating her to a massage that maybe turns sexual bcs Leah gets intensely turned on. Could the fic be mainly Leah receiving but not necessarily being overly submissive (maybe just in the middle idk). Could u include tribbing, Leah receiving from a vibrator maybe? Plus whatever else you’d like to include.

And in terms of the context of it being after her comeback game, you can explain and include that however you’d like :)

Louder than the crowd

Pure smut pretty much - long build up - tiny bit of fluff?

Word Count: 1,433

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“I’m so fucking proud of you” you whisper to Leah, your hands holding both sides of her face. Your body stretched over the barricade on the side of the pitch. You both give each other small kisses, eyes glossed over, before engulfing each other in the tightest hug, risking popping her shoulder next. “I’m going to make you scream a lot louder than that crowd did tonight”. You both smirk at each other before leaning in again.

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Leah’s family and you decided to take Leah out for a celebratory dinner after the game at a local pub. By the time you both arrived home, you could tell Leah was exhausted. Her body was slumping, and she moved slowly.

She sat on the couch, feet on the coffee table, you looked over at her and sighed. You began to walk over to her and straddled her lap. “Well, hello there” she smiles.

“Hi,” you smile back. You lean in and exchange a few slow kisses before you pull back. “What do you think of some wine and a massage?” you smirk and play with the baby hairs on the back of her neck.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry but I’m far too tired to give you a massage tonight, maybe tomorrow?” she sighs.

“No, you idiot, for you” You laugh at her absurdity.

“Oh! Well in that case, yes fucking please”.

“Off you go upstairs then, take your clothes off, I’ll meet you up there”.

“You sure this is just a massage babe?” she raises an eyebrow, you wink at her, tapping her bum to signal her to go.

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You’ve set the room up, lights off, multiple candles lit, oil on the go, a playlist of slow sensual music playing through the speaker, and an almost naked Leah laid stomach down on your bed. You walk over towards the bed and trace your fingers over your girlfriend's toned back. She twists her neck to look back at you and smiles. You move your fingertips to trace the laced red underwear she wears and continue to slowly guide along her hip bone. You make eye contact with her and smile before slowly straddling her ass.

You’re dressed in short but loose bed shorts, and an oversized t-shirt belonging to the blonde underneath you. You lean forward, placing your hands on the bed, either side of Leah’s shoulders and move your face down to softly kiss her left shoulder. You continue on, extremely slow to her right, then move to the middle and up the back of her neck. You hear Leah’s breath turn shaky and you smile against her skin. You lift yourself back upright and begin to turn over the bottle of oil you’ve had lying next to you. “I heated this up a little bit so it shouldn’t be too cold”, you tell her before squeezing lines of oil over her back. You decide to get creative and squeeze it into a love heart, softly smiling before placing the bottle down.

You start to smooth the oil over Leah’s still summer-tanned skin. The oil is warm and so is Leah. The sight of your hands gliding over her muscled back cause you to roll your hips on her ass ever so slightly.

As you begin to apply pressure to her shoulders you feel Leah let out a sigh. You continue on her back for about ten minutes before you decide to move to her legs. Before you do, you run your hands along her sides, grazing the side of her boobs before meeting her waist and eventually her hips. Leah lets out a muffled moan and wiggles around a little. You slide your hands down her ass, then all the way to her ankles.

You begin her leg massage at the bottom of her calves, moving up and increasing pressure, you feel Leah relax into your touch, and you can tell how much it is helping. You are soft around the back of her knees and then move towards her thighs.

Before beginning you spread her legs a little wider, to allow you more access to her thighs. You see Leah’s groin push itself subtly into the mattress and you giggle to yourself. You once again squeeze strands of oil onto the back of her thighs and rub it in with pressure. Leah seemed to be relaxed until you eventually moved to her inner thighs. She began to squirm, a lot. “Baby, stay still,” you tell her.

“Mmhh” she grunts back.

“Do you want me to do here as well?” you whisper in her ear, cupping her ass, leaning on her back. Her breath almost stops.

“Oh fuck” she mumbles.

“Is that yes, my love?

“Y/n, I think you know the answer to that”, you smirk at her words and grab the laced red covering her ass, pulling it down till it is discarded on the floor. You immediately notice her incredibly wet pussy and watch as it begins to drip onto the sheets. You bite your lip hard and return to the massage, kneading your hands into her ass. After about 20 seconds of slow kneading and lots of grunts from the blond's mouth she reaches her hand behind her back to meet yours and directs it to feel how wet she is. You move your fingers around slowly, spreading it all over until you suddenly slap one of her cheeks and flip her over to her back. 

She looks up at you, now straddling her crotch. You keep eye contact and slowly lick your fingers, tasting her. She bites her lip and reaches her hands out to touch the bottom of your (her) shirt. She tilts her head up signalling you to take it off. You follow her command and lift the shirt over your head. You lean down once again and slowly hover your chest over her face. She places one hand on your waist and the other on your left boob. She licks across your breast slowly before softly biting your nipple. She runs her left hand down your back while she begins to suck, before moving to your right and repeating the same action. You move your face to hover over hers and attach your lips. You both begin to get more passionate, Leah’s tongue inserting itself into your mouth. She moves around your mouth, as you do hers, both of you grinding into each other. She pulls back, “take these off” she whispers, pulling at your shorts. Which you do immediately, removing yourself off the bed and slowly dragging your shorts and underwear to the floor.

As you move back onto the mattress you position yourself on your knees in between Leah’s legs. You smile at her and look down at the beautiful woman beneath you. Running your hands from her collarbone to her hipbone you let out a shocked sigh at just how sexy she is. You lock eyes with her again, before lifting her right leg up over your shoulder, shifting yourself further towards her. You then slowly begin to lift your right leg over her left, holding eye contact with her, as her breaths quicken.

As soon as you lower yourself, you’re met with the wet centre of your girlfriend. The contact makes you gasp, and you immediately need more. You begin to roll your hips slowly into her, both of you incredibly wet, filling the room with the sound of you two against one another. You feel Leah begin to start grinding as well. As you both continue grinding into one another, your wetness spreading across both of your thighs, moans begin to fill the room. You tilt your head back and Leah places her hand on your hip, forcing you to move faster. You move one of your hands to her tit and squeeze hard. “Good girl baby, keep going, fuck”, you grunt. You keep grinding, harder and harder, and so does she.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she screams. “Keep going, yes, fuck!”

“I’m gonna cum baby, cum with me, please, come on” she speaks through moans.

You both speed up, your sheets almost as wet as you are now.

“I’m cumming, fuck! Ugh! Yes! Fuck…God…oh fuck” She moans, along with you as you both cum against each other, both of you so wet its slipping into each other. “God you’re so fucking good” she pants. You smile at her before moving up to peck her lips.

“I told you I’d make you scream louder than the crowd”, you smile against her.

“Shhhh” she whispers, leaning into you once again.

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A/n: I know this is wayyy past her comeback but lets pretend -

I’m sorry I didn’t include the vibrator I thought it was getting a little long, but if you'd like to send in another request for a different circumstance where you want the vibrator, I’m more than happy to write it! Hope you all enjoyed!

As always, kind feedback along with any questions or discussion points are always welcome in my inbox :)

[gffa]

“Are you my real father?” hit like a truck because Leia Organa is tremendously powerful in the Force, some part of her remembers her mother, just vaguely, but she does.  “She was beautiful, kind, but sad,” Leia says in Return of the Jedi.  She remembers that day on Polis Massa in some way, just brief, fleeting memories, but she does.

“Sometimes when I look at Luma, I see her mother's face. We all miss her very much.“ rings with so much truth in the Force that Leia, with her ability to see into people, to know when they’re lying, to read them like an open book, knows that’s true. Somehow, he knew her mother.  From there, it’s not a big leap to, “Are you my real father?”, it’s a reasonable conclusion, if the wrong one. But some part of her feels it, too.  Because some part of her must remember him as well, Obi-Wan was there that day, even if she may not knowingly recognize him.

If Leia remembers her mother, she likely remembers Obi-Wan, too.

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt3

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife

2009, Hungaroring

There was at least 2 weeks before Formula 1 went back to racing. It means that there was 2 weeks for Y/N to hide herself and that embarrassing situation she was in. 2 weeks to prepare herself how to pretend on how to act if she sees Sebastian.

'As long as Sebastian does not bring it up then I will pretend that nothing happened' she told herself.

She tried not to think about the incident by allowing herself to be buried with answering emails and looking into other things needed pre-race.

"Did you eat already?"

A sudden orange appeared in between her and the computer screen. Y/N didn't have to look up to see which driver handed the orange because there was only one driver who would always give her an orange.

"I haven't got the chance yet"Y/N replied to Sebastian

"You should probably eat. It's not good that you aren't eating" Sebastian insisted "Can't Mark do these things?"

"I'm his personal assistant remember, I'm paid to do these"

"But is it really necessary to finish it at the moment?"

It was pointless to argue with Sebastian so Y/N took the orange and closed her laptop.

"Happy?"she asked

"Very much"

The two of them started eating the oranges brought by Sebastian. It was a habit that the two have, Sebastian calls it a pre-race ritual. He actually believes he performs better when they share oranges. So here they are sitting and enjoying the oranges.

In the back of their minds, they are both thinking about that night at the hotel but there is a certain peace between the them. They don't want to ruin things by saying something stupid.

"You heard what happened with Massa right?"Y/N tried to establish a new topic just to get things off her overthinking.

"Absolutely felt bad for him. It's a good thing that he seems to be in a stable condition"Sebastian said.

The qualifying incident yesterday has been terrifying to watch. Y/N didn't want that happening to either Sebastian or Mark or even any other driver. Her heart dropped when she saw Massa being wheeled out unconscious to the hospital.

"Do you sometimes think that you'll ever stop racing?"Y/N wondered "You have been racing since you were like young and now you are stil racing"

"I honestly don't know, racing is all I have ever known" Sebastian admitted.

"I know, you were born gripping on a steering gear I bet" Y/N joked which made Sebastian laugh too.

"But seriously, if you ever want to retire of racing. Don't retire and go out because you got badly injured. Retire because you want to"Y/N added

It was her way of saying that she is extremely cared about him. Maybe its something that she cannot put into words but maybe Sebastian can figure it all out, he is a smart man in Y/N's opinion.

With a comforting smile, Y/N was assured that he got the message.

2009, Spa-Francorchamps

"Did you try texting Mark?"

Christian Horner and Sebastian Vettel are both in a meeting room about to discuss some things with the team strategists. They were supposed to meet up 10 minutes ago but they can't go on with the meeting since Mark is not around.

It was highly unusual for Mark to be late. He is never late as far as Sebastian knows. He considers giving Y/N a text when the door burst open.

"I'm gonna punch Button in the face when I see him"Mark Webber was fuming when he entered late at the conference room.

"Hold on, what did Jenson do?"

"Punk tried to ask my sister out"Mark huffed.

"He did what?" Christian butted in the conversation "I thought Sebastian was dating Y/N"

"HOLD ON WHAT?" "EXCUSE ME?"

The two red bull drivers were on their feet. Mark seems to be ready to hit Sebastian while Sebastian was debating which exit is much more safer. Frankly, Sebastian was never afraid of Mark but with the way he is shooting daggers with his eyes- If looks could kill, Sebastian was 4 feet under ground now.

"I just thought Sebastian was dating Y/N, they are always together when she isn't following you around Mark" Christian explained.

"My sister and Sebastian?" Mark repeated

Sebastian wanted to explain himself to Mark but he is internally panicking. If Christian, their team principal, can notice then there is a big chance that his feelings might be obvious to other people in the paddock.

At the same time, he felt a sick feeling in his stomach upon realizing that Jenson Button asked out Y/N. Jenson had the courage to ask her out and Sebastian couldn't even talk to Y/N about what happened weeks ago.

Christian seems to sense the tension that he brought to the two red bull drivers

"Maybe its just me and my understanding, right seb?" Christian apologized

"Huh yeah, mmhh nothing going on" Sebastian lied

There was a sharp gaze from Mark "I'm watching you"

"Let's talk about Jenson"Christian redirected the topic "maybe he is just trying to get a rise off you. We're slowly closing on him for the championship"

"If I hit that boy with a car this Sunday, I won't regret it" Mark swears.

"Don't bring your personal life on the car" Christian reminded.

Sebastian seems to take it as a mental note for himself as well. He was actually debating that if Mark wasn't successful in punting Jenson then he would.

"Besides Y/N has to date, she is in that age of dating" Christian added

Sebastian knew that Mark has been the kind of sibling that is overly protective. Given that Y/N has been the youngest one and the one that has been following Mark around, Mark has a special worry about her. It was very understandable why he acts like this.

"As much as I could, I will not let my sister date drivers." Mark says with finality.

It felt like it wasn't just a statement meant for Jenson but it was also something meant for Sebastian. Great, now Sebastian feels like everything is more complicated than it was before.

2009, Interlagos

It wasn't Y/N's brightest idea that she went on a date with Jenson Button. She figured after weeks of being constantly asked by Jenson, she should give him a chance. She thought it could also help lessen her feelings for Sebastian.

It's a pretty bad idea now that she thinks about it.

But there was no going back because here she is sitting with Jenson at a small restaurant somewhere in Brazil.

Don't get her wrong but Jenson is charming and he knows how to make people comfortable. He is a gentleman, he picked her up with roses, asked her for her favorite dish, and was kind enough to lend his jacket when she is feeling a bit cold.

But there is something missing about Jenson.

"You know, I really enjoy spending time with you tonight"Jenson started "But are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm sorry its just that its my first time going out for dates, I'm not good with this sort of thing" Y/N replied

"That's okay, I'm glad to be the first one to take you out"

Y/N felt the guilt of lying eating her up so she quickly wanted to clear out the air "Jenson, you are a really nice guy but you know I really think its better if we become friends instead?"

There was a small smile from the British driver. It seems like he has also felt that he was about to be friendzoned tonight.

"It's perfectly fine Y/N, I just really enjoy your company"

The dinner continued on more smoothly and they were able to share some personal details about their life. It felt like an air of relief for the two of them to clear out things that this will not be a failed date but rather a new friendship.

The media on the other hand has seen a different story.

Jenson Button winning on and off track against Red Bull?

In case you missed it, the newly declared Formula 1 champion, Jenson Button, has been seen in a restaurant in Brazil having dinner with a very special lady. Who is this mystery lady? It's Mark Webber's sister and personal assistant, Y/N.

The pairing is a shocker for everyone since Red Bull is the main competitor of Button this season. It seems like the two are a star crossed lovers in the making. People who have been in the restaurant has noted how the pair were giggling and close to one another.

We can't wait what Mark will have to say about this pairing.

2009, Yas Marina Circuit

"Sebastian please just slow down"Y/n begged.

It was really petty for Sebastian to be angry and ignore Y/N but he felt really confused on how to act around her. Ever since he read that stupid article, its all that he could think about. So while he couldn't deal with his emotions then he thinks its best to avoid her like the plague.

"I'm busy" Sebastian's curt reply

"Oh c'mon, you are not busy. You are ignoring me" Y/N was still hot in trail "This is so childish and stupid"

"Me? Stupid?" Sebastian stopped and turned to face her.

"You are calling me stupid when you are the one out there having dinner with the enemy"Sebastian wasn't thinking at this point.

"The enemy? Do you think I'm giving out secrets to Jenson?" she asked in shock

"Yes, Jenson is our enemy. You should have not gone on a dinner date with him, don't you have any sense of loyalty to the team?"

Sebastian could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. He knows that he said the wrong things and its not something that he can take back. Everything was just so heated.

"You believe those tabloids than me?"

"I don't know what to believe. You two looked pretty cozy on that front page" Sebastian really wanted to shut himself by now but jealousy is a sick sick disease that cannot be stopped.

"That's real mature of you Seb, you disappoint me" she sounds so defeated "Out of everyone, you were one of the people who I thought would believe me rather than what was painted by the media"

"Y/N you can't fault me on that, you were close"

"We were just friends and besides I-" she caught herself to stop.

There was a confession at the other end of Y/N. She almost confessed how she cannot see herself with Jenson because all she can see is how he is not Sebastian and all she wants to love is Sebastian. It was a good thing she caught herself before she slipped again.

"Besides what?" Sebastian wondered.

"Never mind. Talk to me when you mature"

"Yeah that's real mature, run away when you don't wanna face the consequences of your actions" Sebastian chastised.

Y/N felt that her tears are falling so she could only turn away and run the other direction. Sebastian, on the other hand, felt like hitting himself. It was the type of conversation he wanted to avoid because he could not contain his emotions. He bitterly regrets how this was their last conversation for 2009.

[bloodandoranges]

🔥Karlach/Fem!Tav NSFW🔥

Karlach thinks she can handle just cuddling with Tav after getting her engine fixed… she cannot.

promise I’ll have a go at some gender neutral reader/tav soon! Also let me know if yall want a part two???

“Soldier?”

Tav stirred from her sleep, giving a soft grunt as she blinked around in the dim light of her tent. She’d really only just passed and so was admittedly? A little annoyed… until she saw Karlach kneeled in front of her tent, eyes blazing.

“Mmh? What’s up?” She croaked, voice hoarse from sleep… it wasn’t unusual for Karlach to seek her out for comfort in the night…but something felt different. Karlach stared at her, her body almost glowing from the soft flames that engulfed her… she looked more like an animal than a woman as she inched into the tent. Figuratively speaking; of course. (as sexy a concept as werewolf Karlach may be.)

“Everything okay?” Tav asked, quickly sitting up now, worried for her friend. Karlach had only just gotten her engine somewhat fixed, and she half wondered if it had started to play up again. “…Do you- can we-…could we cuddle?” Karlach asked, breathing a little heavy as she settled inside. She knew Tav wouldn’t say no - and if she did, she leave in an instant.

She just needed to be held.

Tav blinked, a little shocked at the request. She’d spent many nights curled up by Karlach’s side, either comforting the other woman or seeking comfort. But they’d never been able to cuddle, or even hug until today…Karlach had squeezed her tight, totally melting into the warm embrace. It had taken her a few minutes to actually let go, apologizing and thanking her all at once.

“…Mmh, sure.” Tav hummed, adjusting on her bedroll, lifting the blankets. Karlach was by her side in seconds, arms winding tightly around her, tail following suit. Tav gave a laugh, snuggling in…the warmth was definitely welcome.

Karlach quickly buried her face in her neck, breathing in her scent. Safe, comforting… home. She felt herself grow hot at the thought, lifting her head to gaze at the sleepy Tav. Her mind raced as she stared her down, the other woman looking a little confused. Right. She likely wasn’t even considering half the things that were rushing through Karlachs mind.

“…Are you okay?” Tav asked, giving a soft laugh as they reached to give her hair a comforting pat. Karlach gave a soft groan in response, leaning into her touch. “Mmhm…” she sighed, flustered as she peered at Tav.

She looked so gorgeous in the soft glow of the lanterns light, her lazy smile, her eyes struggling to stay open… why hadn’t she made a move? Before she could even process, the words were leaving her lips. “Touch me.”

Tav stared at her, a little dumbfounded. “Like- you want me to keep touching your hair, or—“ “Touch me, please. Anywhere.” Karlach begged, feeling utterly helpless; totally at her mercy.

Tav, on the other hand, was totally flushed, her body quickly heating up…Karlachs was, too, blue flames licking at her skin. She felt like molten lava was bubbling in her belly, threatening to spill.

She gave a sigh of relief as Tavs cool hand ran over her cheek, gently caressing her for a moment…before slowly tracing over her neck, Karlach giving a shudder. She took it slow, figuring out exactly what it was Karlach wanted. Of course, she could guess.

“Tav…” her voice came out in a breathy whisper, tinged with desperation and eagerness.

She’d been so desperate for this — hadn’t found the courage to ask Tav out earlier; she wondered now, would it have been worse? Knowing that she could have her, but couldn’t even lay a finger on her? Laying awake at night, knowing that someone was just as desperate to fuck her as she was them?

Karlachs thoughts were interrupted when a hand moved over her chest, slipping under her bra to squeeze at her breast. “Tav, shit…” Karlach sighed out, head falling forward, forehead pressing against hers…they were so close, bodies pressed tightly together.

She gave a loud gasp as fingers massaged her breast, softly pinching at her hardened nipples. “…You have them pierced?” Tav laughed breathlessly, face flushed with her own desire. “High pain tolerance, remember?” Karlach grinned and knocked on her chest, though her cocky demeanour quickly melted away when soft lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, tongue languidly swirling around it.

It was only made worse when Tav settled her knee between her legs, Karlach’s thighs immediately tightening and drawing her closer to her heat. “Tav…” She groaned, fingers running through the other woman’s hair…she desperately wanted to pin her down and fuck her brains out, but Gods, if she didn’t just want to bask in being /touched/.

Her bra was soon fully tugged away, Tav settled directly over her now as she lavished her breasts, fingers massaging whatever she couldn’t fit into her mouth, knee settled firmly between Karlachs legs… her mind was swimming with pure desire, the sleepiness she felt before totally overrun by lust for the tiefling with the heart of gold…well, infernal iron.

Tav slowly pulled away from her breasts, panting hard as she stared down at her, eyes glazed and lidded with lust. “Karlach…” she breathed out, kissing over the scars and tattoos on her chest, down her belly. Karlach took a breath, blue flames licking at her shoulders as she watched her intently, body trembling below her.

Within moments, her pants were being tugged away, and Karlach gave a gasp as kisses were pressed to her thighs, underwear pulled away with her pants. Cold air brushed against her aching heat, but nothing could prepare her for the warmth of Tav’s breath.

”Fuck…” Karlach gasped, body arching into her touch. The anticipation was killing her, and it seemed Tav was intent on taking her sweet time. The woman in question softly kissed at her inner thighs, hands squeezing at soft hips as she gazed up at Karlach, eyes full of desire.

”Are you trying to kill me faster? Because at this rate, Tav, I--” Her words fell into a loud cry as Tav finally pressed a kiss to her heat. That simple gesture almost had Karlach cumming right then and there, she was sure of it. How utterly embarassing.

”…You’re soaked,” Tav whispered, laughing a little breathlessly, face flushed as she gazed up at her. She lifted her hand, using it to gently spread her… swallowing a little at the sight of her hot, wet cunt, and a little surprised by her sizeable clit, erect and eager for her touch.

“Fuck,” She gave a shudder as she leaned in to run her tongue through her folds, Karlach giving another loud cry…it was taking all her strength not to tangle her fingers into Tav’s hair and fuck her face.

Somehow, by a miracle of the Gods? She managed to stay somewhat calm, still lazily bucking against her as Tav wrapped her lips around her clit, groaning against her. “Good girl, Tav, shit…” she breathed, hands tugging softly at her hair. After a moment, Tav adjusted to run her fingers through Karlach’s folds while she lavished her clit, slowly pressing the digits inside her.

Karlach was sure she’d died and gone to the heavens. It had been so long — her thoughts were quickly broken when Tav curled her fingers, fucking her with practiced ease. “Tav, I— Shit..!”

The knot in her stomach quickly grew tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped, her body arching and hands desperately tangling through hair as her orgasm hit… she was seeing stars as Tav slowed to a stop, pulling her fingers away as she lifted her head to gaze at her, hair a mess from Karlach tugging at it.

It had truly taken all of her strength not to squeeze poor Tav’s head between her thighs. She panted hard, breathless and adoring as she lifted her head to gaze down at the woman so sweetly settled between her legs. Tav blinked up at her, head laying against her thigh, pressing sweet kisses to the skin.

Karlach gazed to her, filled to the absolute brim with utter adoration… how had she gotten so lucky, even to just meet her, to be blessed with her friendship? And how, hopefully? Her love. She hoped she wasn’t getting ahead of herself.

“…Was that enough touching?” She grinned, Karlach giving a loud laugh. “…You are ridiculous, Tav. Now, get up here… I want to return the favour.”

Tav’s eyes instantly lit up, and she was desperately scrambling up her body, the two allying back against the bedroll in a tangled mess of limbs. She’d certainly not be getting back to sleep tonight…

to be continued maybe???

[twinterrors29]

the ship that Padme took from Coruscant to Mustafar was her senatorial ship, which Obi-Wan then used to transport her to Polis Massa, where the twins were born and she died

on this ship, she kept a stock of her own traveling outfits, as well as several of the Jedi robes Anakin had left while visiting her throughout the war

additionally, she'd packed the few sets of baby clothes that she and her handmaidens had discreetly begun gathering once she realized she was pregnant, which broke Obi-Wan's heart all the more when he finds them

Bail and Obi-Wan decide to made sure that the twins got to hold on to these pieces of their birth parents in whatever way possible

this was part of how Leia, who was able to make more use of the altered gowns throughout her life, was able to hold onto the shape of her mother's face, despite being a newborn when she died

Obi-Wan meanwhile brought Beru and Owen almost all of the baby clothes, as Padme had been convinced that it would be a boy and planned accordingly, but knew that Anakin's Jedi clothes would not be safe to let the boy wear, even if Luke had grown large enough to fit into them

but Obi-Wan himself was a poor man living in the desert for nearly twenty years all alone

and that's how Obi-Wan was killed by Darth Vader on the Death Star, wearing Anakin's old robes

[buzzyb33]

Being in a relationship w memeulous would be a good idea for headcannons love you byeee

Prompt: in request-!

Warnings: some suggestive content, swearing, mentions of height

Obviously- he couldn’t tell the public that you and him were dating, you were a mutual of James Marriott due to you and Jago (James’ drummer) were close growing up both playing drums.

You two met through said which was fun, you two were close before you moved back to London causing you to get even closer, little coffee dates.

“George would you rather be your ideal intellect or be your ideal heig- i start as I sip my coffee.

“Height- look at me Y/n!” He whisper shouts with a grin.

I laugh.

He asked her out around 2 months later and did it with a nice bouquet of blue lilies.

He knocked on her door and she opened it as she rubbed her eyes, she was fully dressed just no makeup and her hair wasn’t done, showing her light freckles may be ironic- but beyond all the odds, she’d never looked prettier.

I smile as I see him.

“Hi george- we didn’t have anything planned today did we?” I say as I Lena on my doorframe.

“Uh, no- but.. I have something to ask.”

My smile wavers at his nervousness.

“Will you go- on a proper real date with Me? You know..” he said and sheepishly brought the lilies from behind his back.

Her cheeks flushes and she grinned.

“You remembered by favourite flower? Oh george! Of course!” I giggled and take the flowers out of his hands gently.

He smiled and I tell him to come him and put the flowers in a vase.

“You-“ he exhaled.and smiled.

“Yeah cool.” He tried to keep his calm but could hardly contain his smile.

Their dates were great, clearly they were meant and happy for each other.

At the start of the relationship the two were still a bit shy with each other, holding hands in public was their only form of PDA.

Though, further on into the relationship George asked you to move in with him, you could trial it for a bit.

After passing the honeymoon and awkward phases of your relationship you two were romantic best friends.

You found out pretty quickly George’s love language was gift giving, while you’re was quality time.

When you two were out before you were holding hands, something you just started doing in public, and his face was red.

“George you okay?” I ask quietly.

He nods and pulls his hand out of mine before wiping it on his chest then putting it back in mine.

Another time, me and George were making out in the comfort of our apartment and I exhale as his mouth goes to my neck.

“George- I have my train to get to-! I have to go meet James..” he mumbled something as he nibbled my neck, me holding back a whine.

“Alright- okay..” he murmurs as his eyes flick between my eyes and neck.

“Have fun.” He smiles and kisses my temple.

I don’t think much about his actions as I’m on my trainer to Brighton; my mind drifts into the fact I haven’t really told James how me and George are dating- same for him, even though he introduced us.

As I get to his apartment- he starts his stream and he starts talking about how his chat should of drew me.

I move my hair out my face and look at James as he talks.

“Neck- chat what are you on about? Neck-“

He looks at me then his jaw drops.

Y/n! You have a hickey!” He jabs my cheek and my face turns a shade of crimson.

He muted his stream and laughs at me.

“Who gave you that? Do I know them?”

I put my face in my hands and sit on his floor.

He unmutes his stream and says I’ll be with them in a minute.

As he ended the stream he laughed again and leaned against the door frame.

“Well, thank you for coming.” He clicked his tongue.

“Who gave you the hickey?” I push his chest and scoff.

“Thank you for having me- I need to go do… things.” He rolls his eyes as I tie my laces.

“Was it George?”

George definitely did that on purpose.

“Can we get matching pyjamas?” I ask as I go into his office as he edits a main channel video.

He doesn’t hear me and I notice he still has his mask and glasses on, I sigh and pull his hat off his head, massaging his scalp lightly.

He turns to face me and smiles.

“Fix your posture, love you do this all the time..” I say softly and he leans back in his chair and looks at me.

I smile and pull his glasses off then his mask.

He exhales and relaxes in my touch as I massage his scalp, his eyes closing gently.

“Mmmh- thank you, n/n.. I- I do love you..” he muttered as I smiled.

We didn’t say that much.

“What did you say- earlier?” He questions as I sense his drowsiness.

“We should get matching pyjamas, I think that- would be cute for us..”

He smokes and nods, already almost half asleep.

“George get into bed..”

He groans and opens his eyes, he saves whatever editing he’s done and drags himself out of his office into his room. (He had a three bedroom apartment and when I stayed I shared with him)

“I’ll get a drink then be back.” I say as I go to get a bottle of water, as I come back he’s already fast asleep.

I smile and climb into bed with him, his arms instinctively going around my waist.

And finally, George definitely calls you short arse to make himself feel better at his 5’8 stature.

A/n:

Can you tell I struggle with boyfriend headcannons? Anyway thanks for the request!! I have a josh fic out soon maybe earlier than next week and TWO tobi ones so!

Requests are open!

(Masterlist)

[notyetneedcoffee]

Playroom

Kinktober 2023 - BDSM Absolutely NSFW, adults only. Warning: all kinds of BDSM play.

Summary: Loki is led to a playroom on Sakar.

You paused, seeing if the dark-haired Asgardian followed. Loki trailed you, careful to do so without being noticed by any of the Grandmaster’s party-goers. You led him down a hall with decorative paint of garish burnt orange and a bright citron green. He sipped his wine, seeming to enjoy the slow-motion chase. Working his way into the Grandmaster’s good graces and Sakar society proved to be tedious and most trying. This was more to his mischievous liking.

You disappeared behind a solid black door. It made him stop.

He stepped closer and it slid open. Loki’s head tilted at the sound of leather against skin and moans. They were not cries of fear. One eyebrow creeped up. He entered.

The dim room at the end of the hall was filled with comfortable sofas, benches with naked people strapped down, and a center stage where a man brutally fucked a woman who was tied and hanging from the ceiling. The corner of Loki’s mouth tipped up.

“Delightful.” Loki muttered to himself.

You paused at an alcove entrance, making sure you had Loki’s eye before slipping inside. Waiting until his tall, lithe frame filled the doorway, you pulled the stays of your robe, allowing it to fall to the ground and expose your naked flesh. You slipped onto the black leather chair with an invitation smile.

Loki tugged the heavy velvet curtain closed. You didn’t care if he left it open, but something about him wanting you all to himself made your cunt clench. He stalked over, taking your right hand in both of his. His touch was cool, gentle, but electric. He brought your palm to his mouth, kissing it. Without a word, Loki moved your hand to the restraint and locked it in place. You watched his face as he did the same with your other hand.

“This is delightful, Pet.” Loki purred, leaning forward to run his nose along the length of yours. “But I want to hear it. Are you submitting to me?”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed. It was the first words you’d spoken to the dark stranger.

He palmed your breasts, massaging and feeling their weight. “I am Loki, God of Mischief.”

His fingers pinched your nipples hard, icy cold shocked your nerves. “Oh, my god!”

“That’s better.” He chuckled darkly. Loki bent and brought your ankle to his mouth kissing it before folding your leg into your side. Suddenly, with a shimmer of green, silk rope bound your leg in the bent position, secured to your torso. He did the same on the other side, leaving you splayed open before him. “Lovely.”

Along the wall hung a myriad of tools and toys. You watched him study the options. He appeared so calm, but the tenting of his silk trousers betrayed his true state. Even hidden beneath the fabric, you could tell he was greatly endowed. You found your mouth watering at the thought of wrapping your lips around him.

Loki fingered a strap. A wicked grin crossed his face before he brought it down across the back of your thighs. You whined at the sting. He struck again, harder, across your ass. You gasped. His cool fingers slid between your folds.

“Mmm. Responsive.” He licked his finger.

He smacked you again, even harder. Loki delighted in the reddening of your skin and smell rising from your sex. He lowered his head to taste you. His tongue circled your clit, making your hips buck into his face.

Loki tsked. “Don’t get demanding.”

You saw something bring a wicked gleam to his eyes. He pulled a lever and the back of the chair gave way, leaving you on your back with your legs in the air. Loki grinned as he brought the strap down across your ass again before he pulled you lower so you were right at the edge of the chair. More ropes appeared tying you to the table.  Finally, Loki shortened the platform under you so your head hung over the edge.

“That’s better.” He purred.

You couldn’t move. You wanted to beg him to touch you. You knew he would. The waiting was torture.

Loki’s cool hands massaged your breasts. He leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. You gasped at a sharp bite. The pain didn’t fade as he stood. You lifted your head to see a golden clamp locked tight on your hard nipple. You moaned.

“Like that?”

“Yes, sir.” You sighed. Loki slapped your cunt hard. You cried out. “Yes! Yes, my god.”

“Mmm. Better.” He took your other nipple into his mouth, leaving behind a golden clamp. Loki walked around you, admiring the view. He slid two fingers into your desperate cunt.

“Please.” You whined.

He huffed a chuckle, before his slick fingers circled the tight opening of your ass. Your groan turned to a gasp when cool liquid poured over you. The oily liquid warmed, making you want to squirm. A flash of green light had you lifting your head again. Loki held a gold plug capped with a bright green jewel. He teased your opening with the cool metal. His thumb played with your clit until you were panting.

At once, he slapped your clit and pushed in the plug. You cried out again, only to have it end in a delighted moan. The toy was thick and heavy, set deep. It felt amazing. Loki walked to your head, his long cock in his left hand. You watched as he waved his right hand. The toy thrummed with a powerful vibration.

You gasped and Loki pushed his cock into your open mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you relaxed your jaw and rubbed against him with your tongue. He growled as he pushed, seeing how deep you could take him.

He groaned. It was intoxicating. You hips strained against the ropes, tension growing low. Your mouth watered and you hummed against his cock. His hand closed around your throat, but not enough to cut off your air. “Look at you, Pet. Such a beautiful mess.”

He stepped back, leaving you gasping. “Do you think you deserve to be fucked?”

“Yes, my god, Loki.” You looked up through tearing eyes. “Please.”

“Not yet.” He turn, and in a shower of green light, his clothes disappeared. You whined. Wanting his skin against yours. Loki pulled at the clamps on your nipples, making you cry out. His fingers slid down your skin, over your stomach, and along the inside of your thighs. A sharp zap sent a jolt of pain through your leg. You gasped. Loki wiggled his sparking fingers at you, a wicked grin on his face.

His hands continued to explore, shocking your thighs, your feet, your stomach. When he zapped your labia, you screamed. Before you could take a breath, Loki spanked your ass hard. Two fingers curled into your cunt and pumped hard. It was sudden, fast, and violent. You snapped like a band, your orgasm hitting hard.

“Fuck! Loki!”” You screamed.

Just as your breath returned, he was pushing into you – stretching and filling you. The size and weight of the plug made taking his size a stretch. You could feel the thrum of the toy change pace as Loki began to pump in and out, going deeper with each stroke.

“Oh god,” you whined. Light-headed and sex drunk, you gave yourself over to the sensation.

“More?”

“Mmm’r”

The pain in your nipples increased as something pulled on them. Loki fucked into you hard. His ice cold thumb rubbed hard against your clit. Your whole body began to shake.

Loki groaned. His voice went low, dangerous. “Tell me you want more.”

“M-more.”

The back of chair snapped up, curling you towards Loki. The angle changed, his cock slamming hard into you. He took a handful of your hair in his left hand, pulling your head back hard. His teeth locked onto the junction of your neck.

You came apart, flooded over his cock, shaking uncontrollably.

Loki growled, a satisfied ‘yes’ and his hips moved even faster. Drown in sensations, you took the pounding, riding the sensations, losing yourself. At some point, you felt his body lock as he found his own release. Little else made sense.

Warmth moved over your skin. Soft and wet. You felt it on your arms, torso, sex, and leg. Something smooth followed. It was like swimming in silk.

You opened your eyes to find yourself curled on Loki’s lap. You were both in a deep sofa in a quiet corner of the club. He wrapped you in a giant dark green silk blanket. His soft lips brushed against your temple.

“Are you prepared for water or food? Maybe something else to drink? You should have something, my Pet.”

You cuddled into his embrace more. “Water, and honey tarts.”

He smiled. “Whatever you like.” Loki waved over a server and ordered water, wine and honey tarts.

You noticed how fresh he smelled, how fresh you smelled. Bringing a heavy hand up to touch your hair, you expected it to be wet, but it wasn’t.

Loki noted the frown on your face. “Are you hurting? I healed the bite and the bruises I could see.”

“What?” You realized for the first time that beyond the mental fuzziness, you did not feel any of the normal physical soreness. “No. Not sore. Did we bathe?”

“Not in water.” Loki dipped his head low and whispered in your ear, “Just a little magic.”

A tray of drinks and food was delivered. Loki held a crystal glass to your lips as you sipped.

“I did not expect you to take care of me.”

“I take care of my Pets.”

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you do the MJF x reader opposites. With smut?

Ying and Yang

An: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET BACK TO I had this post drafted since September but forgot to post it!

MJF X Fem Reader 18+ minors do not interact

Summary:  Max is a scumbag and everyone knows it, yet he has always had feelings for Y/n that he is struggling to keep to himself. Everyone adored Y/n and despised Max, maybe that’s what made them work.  Word count: 1645

MJF MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

Max’s Pov

I stood backstage watching the group of people that surrounded Y/n. She wasn’t just one of the most popular wrestlers in AEW in the ring but she was also one of the most popular outside of the ring. I knew she acted like she loved all of the attention but deep down all she wanted was five minutes by herself. In a way I felt bad for her. Our co-workers attached themself to her like a leach, draining blood. They all wanted to be her friend but that didn’t mean she wanted to be friends with them. In a way, I feel that’s what made us a good pair. She was loved by all and I was hated. 

I could tell by her body language that she wanted to escape the conversation she found herself in. She had just successfully defended the AEW Women's Championship against Toni Storm on this week's episode on Dynamite. The two of them put on an amazing main event. The moment she entered backstage several wrestlers immediately crowded her. Praising her work, wanting nothing but to talk with Y/n. I found it pathetic. 

“It was nice talking with all of you but I have to get going” I heard Y/n say. It was almost like some of the people got offended that she left. Times like this I was glad no one liked me. 

I followed Y/n to her private locker room and watched as she collapsed on the small couch in the middle of the room. 

I sat down next to Y/n and started tracing circles along her exposed back. “Great match tonight” 

My words were true, it was a fantastic clean match, neither of them taking any bad falls. 

“I’m so tired” Y/n said as her face was buried into one of the cushions. “I just want to go home already!” The past few weeks were nothing but constant travel, unfortunately for us we would not be home for a while. 

“I know you're tired Y/n” I told her trying to drag her sweaty body off the couch but failing to do so. “Let me help you” Y/n looked shocked by my words. “Why are you acting so weird, you want to help me? Are you feeling ok? How would you even help?” she asked.

“Friends help each other out don’t they?” Friends, a word I hated. Y/n and I would never work, we were too different but somehow we had actually become good friends, selfishly I wanted more but I knew that would be pushing my luck. Instead I pushed all of that aside and watched from afar. Secretly waiting for the right moment to strike, this was that moment. 

“How would you be helping?” She asked, face still buried in the cushions 

“First off you need a shower, you are all sweaty and gross. Since you're so tired maybe I can help with that” I told her, as I toyed with the zipper of her ring gear. “Then maybe after that we can go back to the hotel and I can help get rid of some of that stress. Let me take care of you Y/n, I know you need this.” I could tell she was hesitant, she was in a vulnerable state. My words were soft, trying not to scare her but I think that made her more hesitant. 

“So, let me get this straight,” Y/n said, as she sat up. Back now pressed against the back of the couch. “You, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, want to ‘take care of me’?” 

“Yes, I do, is that so hard to believe?” 

“Yeah it is actually. But as much as I hate to admit you are right, I think I do need your help with this. I’m drained” 

****

As I helped Y/n out of her gear I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. I lathered her body up with bubbles and gently massaged the tender muscles in her shoulders. “You need to relax, you are tense,” I told her.  “My everything is tense Max” She replied, with a slight annoyance in her voice. 

The water burned against my skin but was comforting.  Y/n then turned to face me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me in a tight embrace. My brain was trying to comprehend what was going on, somehow I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Y/n whispered a “Thank you” before placing a kiss on my collarbone and exiting the shower. 

**** 

Soon Y/n and I left the arena for the evening and got to the hotel, both of us exhausted. I grabbed my things and met Y/n at her hotel room. When she opened the door to let me in I could feel my breath get caught in my throat. She wore a thin tank top that ended right before her navel along with lace panties. I wasn’t sure why I got so flustered, her ring gear was more revealing than her current outfit, not to mention the fact that I just was naked in the shower with her. 

Y/n had a warm tired smile on her face as she greeted me, welcoming me inside her hotel room before going under the warm covers. I put my things down and cleaned up before joining her. 

“So, what are we going to do now?” Y/n asked 

“Whatever you want, I’m a simple man” I responded 

“Whatever I want, you say?” Y/n asked with a smirk on her face

I might regret saying ‘Whatever you want’

***

Everything happened so fast, I found Y/n on top of me, straddling my hips. “I want to ride you Max” I could feel myself grow hard at her words. She started to grind on me, both of us clothed still but still providing just the right amount of pressure. My hands traced her hips, outlining the curves of her perfect figure. After the crazy night, I had my senses were on fire, I needed her and I needed her now, there was no time for foreplay. 

I flipped us over so Y/n was underneath me. I could see the pout on her face, upset that I moved us. I quickly removed my clothing before turning to Y/n, removing her clothing slowly and carefully like she was a present I was unwrapping. Just then she pulled me close, kissing me passionately. We fought for dominance but in the end, I won, or so I thought. I had Y/n pinned on the bed, I held her hands together above her head in one hand and the other on her hips. I didn’t know how but she was able to free herself from my grasp, sliding out from under me. “This isn’t funny Y/n,” I told her with slight annoyance in my voice at the games she was playing. “You said whatever I want right?” Fuck, I knew that would bite me. “I mean I di-” “So Maxwell” Y/n said as she climbed back on the bed “Let me get what I want, let me take care of you,” She said, throwing the words I used earlier back at me. 

Although I wanted to argue I couldn’t deny how gorgeous she would look riding my cock. “Fine, whatever” I replied as I laid down on my back. I watched as she slowly straddled my hips, grinding painfully slow on my hard and now angry cock. As much as I needed her now, I couldn’t deny that this was turning me on. “Y/n-” I began to protest against her teasing but she silenced me with a kiss. “Hush” was all she said as she slowly began to sink down on me, taking a moment to compose herself before she began to ride me. She felt like heaven around me, the way her sweet moans filled the room as she began to flutter around me. All of a sudden I felt this jealousy that she had done this to men before but also some pride knowing I would be a part of that. I met her thrusts, adding to deeper penetration. I could feel my orgasm approaching, quicker than I wanted to but everything just felt so good. I toyed with her nipples as she rode me, playing with one as I sucked on the other, then switching to the other. “Fuck Max!” Y/n called out which just made me laugh. I could feel she was close by the way she fluttered around me and the way her thrusts got sloppier. “Fuck you feel so good” I praised, feeding into her growing orgasm. “If you keep saying stuff like that you are going to make me cum” Y/n told me, almost as a warning. “Good,” I told her as I held her close, using her body to fuck myself. Just then I felt her orgasm, which triggered my own. The two of us were a moaning mess as we rode out our highs, making a mess all over each other. 

For some reason, I found myself getting a bit emotional which is something I had never done. The number of one-night stands I had had over the years never affected me, the amount of people I had been with never made me feel this way. Was I that in love with Y/n? Was it the fact that this would probably be a one-time thing that made me so upset?

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked me carefully, holding my face in her hands 

“Yeah, I-..Uh- I think I just need some air” I told her as I quickly grabbed a towel and went outside to the balcony to compose myself.  

[notyetneedcoffee-posting]

Playroom

Kinktober 2023 - BDSM Absolutely NSFW, adults only. Warning: all kinds of BDSM play.

Summary: Loki is led to a playroom on Sakar.

You paused, seeing if the dark-haired Asgardian followed. Loki trailed you, careful to do so without being noticed by any of the Grandmaster’s party-goers. You led him down a hall with decorative paint of garish burnt orange and a bright citron green. He sipped his wine, seeming to enjoy the slow-motion chase. Working his way into the Grandmaster’s good graces and Sakar society proved to be tedious and most trying. This was more to his mischievous liking.

You disappeared behind a solid black door. It made him stop.

He stepped closer and it slid open. Loki’s head tilted at the sound of leather against skin and moans. They were not cries of fear. One eyebrow creeped up. He entered.

The dim room at the end of the hall was filled with comfortable sofas, benches with naked people strapped down, and a center stage where a man brutally fucked a woman who was tied and hanging from the ceiling. The corner of Loki’s mouth tipped up.

“Delightful.” Loki muttered to himself.

You paused at an alcove entrance, making sure you had Loki’s eye before slipping inside. Waiting until his tall, lithe frame filled the doorway, you pulled the stays of your robe, allowing it to fall to the ground and expose your naked flesh. You slipped onto the black leather chair with an invitation smile.

Loki tugged the heavy velvet curtain closed. You didn’t care if he left it open, but something about him wanting you all to himself made your cunt clench. He stalked over, taking your right hand in both of his. His touch was cool, gentle, but electric. He brought your palm to his mouth, kissing it. Without a word, Loki moved your hand to the restraint and locked it in place. You watched his face as he did the same with your other hand.

“This is delightful, Pet.” Loki purred, leaning forward to run his nose along the length of yours. “But I want to hear it. Are you submitting to me?”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed. It was the first words you’d spoken to the dark stranger.

He palmed your breasts, massaging and feeling their weight. “I am Loki, God of Mischief.”

His fingers pinched your nipples hard, icy cold shocked your nerves. “Oh, my god!”

“That’s better.” He chuckled darkly. Loki bent and brought your ankle to his mouth kissing it before folding your leg into your side. Suddenly, with a shimmer of green, silk rope bound your leg in the bent position, secured to your torso. He did the same on the other side, leaving you splayed open before him. “Lovely.”

Along the wall hung a myriad of tools and toys. You watched him study the options. He appeared so calm, but the tenting of his silk trousers betrayed his true state. Even hidden beneath the fabric, you could tell he was greatly endowed. You found your mouth watering at the thought of wrapping your lips around him.

Loki fingered a strap. A wicked grin crossed his face before he brought it down across the back of your thighs. You whined at the sting. He struck again, harder, across your ass. You gasped. His cool fingers slid between your folds.

“Mmm. Responsive.” He licked his finger.

He smacked you again, even harder. Loki delighted in the reddening of your skin and smell rising from your sex. He lowered his head to taste you. His tongue circled your clit, making your hips buck into his face.

Loki tsked. “Don’t get demanding.”

You saw something bring a wicked gleam to his eyes. He pulled a lever and the back of the chair gave way, leaving you on your back with your legs in the air. Loki grinned as he brought the strap down across your ass again before he pulled you lower so you were right at the edge of the chair. More ropes appeared tying you to the table.  Finally, Loki shortened the platform under you so your head hung over the edge.

“That’s better.” He purred.

You couldn’t move. You wanted to beg him to touch you. You knew he would. The waiting was torture.

Loki’s cool hands massaged your breasts. He leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. You gasped at a sharp bite. The pain didn’t fade as he stood. You lifted your head to see a golden clamp locked tight on your hard nipple. You moaned.

“Like that?”

“Yes, sir.” You sighed. Loki slapped your cunt hard. You cried out. “Yes! Yes, my god.”

“Mmm. Better.” He took your other nipple into his mouth, leaving behind a golden clamp. Loki walked around you, admiring the view. He slid two fingers into your desperate cunt.

“Please.” You whined.

He huffed a chuckle, before his slick fingers circled the tight opening of your ass. Your groan turned to a gasp when cool liquid poured over you. The oily liquid warmed, making you want to squirm. A flash of green light had you lifting your head again. Loki held a gold plug capped with a bright green jewel. He teased your opening with the cool metal. His thumb played with your clit until you were panting.

At once, he slapped your clit and pushed in the plug. You cried out again, only to have it end in a delighted moan. The toy was thick and heavy, set deep. It felt amazing. Loki walked to your head, his long cock in his left hand. You watched as he waved his right hand. The toy thrummed with a powerful vibration.

You gasped and Loki pushed his cock into your open mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you relaxed your jaw and rubbed against him with your tongue. He growled as he pushed, seeing how deep you could take him.

He groaned. It was intoxicating. You hips strained against the ropes, tension growing low. Your mouth watered and you hummed against his cock. His hand closed around your throat, but not enough to cut off your air. “Look at you, Pet. Such a beautiful mess.”

He stepped back, leaving you gasping. “Do you think you deserve to be fucked?”

“Yes, my god, Loki.” You looked up through tearing eyes. “Please.”

“Not yet.” He turn, and in a shower of green light, his clothes disappeared. You whined. Wanting his skin against yours. Loki pulled at the clamps on your nipples, making you cry out. His fingers slid down your skin, over your stomach, and along the inside of your thighs. A sharp zap sent a jolt of pain through your leg. You gasped. Loki wiggled his sparking fingers at you, a wicked grin on his face.

His hands continued to explore, shocking your thighs, your feet, your stomach. When he zapped your labia, you screamed. Before you could take a breath, Loki spanked your ass hard. Two fingers curled into your cunt and pumped hard. It was sudden, fast, and violent. You snapped like a band, your orgasm hitting hard.

“Fuck! Loki!”” You screamed.

Just as your breath returned, he was pushing into you – stretching and filling you. The size and weight of the plug made taking his size a stretch. You could feel the thrum of the toy change pace as Loki began to pump in and out, going deeper with each stroke.

“Oh god,” you whined. Light-headed and sex drunk, you gave yourself over to the sensation.

“More?”

“Mmm’r”

The pain in your nipples increased as something pulled on them. Loki fucked into you hard. His ice cold thumb rubbed hard against your clit. Your whole body began to shake.

Loki groaned. His voice went low, dangerous. “Tell me you want more.”

“M-more.”

The back of chair snapped up, curling you towards Loki. The angle changed, his cock slamming hard into you. He took a handful of your hair in his left hand, pulling your head back hard. His teeth locked onto the junction of your neck.

You came apart, flooded over his cock, shaking uncontrollably.

Loki growled, a satisfied ‘yes’ and his hips moved even faster. Drown in sensations, you took the pounding, riding the sensations, losing yourself. At some point, you felt his body lock as he found his own release. Little else made sense.

Warmth moved over your skin. Soft and wet. You felt it on your arms, torso, sex, and leg. Something smooth followed. It was like swimming in silk.

You opened your eyes to find yourself curled on Loki’s lap. You were both in a deep sofa in a quiet corner of the club. He wrapped you in a giant dark green silk blanket. His soft lips brushed against your temple.

“Are you prepared for water or food? Maybe something else to drink? You should have something, my Pet.”

You cuddled into his embrace more. “Water, and honey tarts.”

He smiled. “Whatever you like.” Loki waved over a server and ordered water, wine and honey tarts.

You noticed how fresh he smelled, how fresh you smelled. Bringing a heavy hand up to touch your hair, you expected it to be wet, but it wasn’t.

Loki noted the frown on your face. “Are you hurting? I healed the bite and the bruises I could see.”

“What?” You realized for the first time that beyond the mental fuzziness, you did not feel any of the normal physical soreness. “No. Not sore. Did we bathe?”

“Not in water.” Loki dipped his head low and whispered in your ear, “Just a little magic.”

A tray of drinks and food was delivered. Loki held a crystal glass to your lips as you sipped.

“I did not expect you to take care of me.”

“I take care of my Pets.”

[bar-ecuador-massa]

... porque tú sabes mas del mundo que te dimos. (El hijo-Pablo Neruda) da Barbara Bonanno BNNRRB

[chrollohearttags]

armin fucking you off of a perc…hear me out real quick.

cw: drug usage, spit kink, backshots, oral receiving (m), dumbification, choking, breeding, soft dom armeen 😩

it’s not something that you’d typically do..nor was it a thought that had ever crossed your mind. Sure, you’ve had your fair share of shots before sex or even sharing a blunt but nothing quite like this..

"I don't know why you're even making such a big deal. Just try it."

"Because, I'm not a fucking crackhead, Armin. 'The hell you think this is?"

it was the exact reaction that he would expect from you..still, it didn't make it any less hilarious or cute.

chuckling as he crawled next to you on the bed, Armin placed an arm around your back and massaged it gently.

"Baby, it's fine. I promise I'd never give you anything to hurt you. You'll like it, I swear."

he could tell that his little proposal offended you but truthfully, there was nothing to worry about. However, you weren't so convinced.

you had been with Armin for the better part of three years and one of your many bonding activities was getting high or drunk together..smoking and taking shots, it was the norm in your relationship.

but now, he wanted to try something a little different.. and by different, he meant feeding each other percs and seeing what happened!

more so in the bedroom. His friends told him how much better sex was with them in the system and he had to find out.

and that was cute and all but you didn't mess with that shit!

"You're freaking yourself out. That's all..here.."

that's when he'd reach over to the nightstand and grab the tiny baggie with two white pills.

you began to feel a tad bit nervous but he'd assure you it was fine as he took the tabs out of the plastic.

brushing a piece of hair from your face, he'd hold one between his fingertips before brushing it across your lips.

"Ion' know about this, Armin. You' sure this is good?"

as he began easing the tablet towards you, he'd prompt you to open your mouth. He had already taken his and stuck his tongue out to show you so.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, babe. You know I do."

he'd then place a kiss to your temple and stare into your eyes as he whispered. "Then let's do it, okay? Open your mouth for me."

he knew what voice done to you..and damnit, it was working!

“Fuck it. Why not? Give me one.”

as you stuck your tongue out, he'd crack a faint smile and place the pill onto it; prompting it to dissolve.

giving you another peck on the lips, he'd tilt your head up and make sure you were alright.

"Good girl..see, that wasn't so bad. I'll be right back, okay?"

you'd nod your head and just lie there until he returned.

under the glow of dark red lights, you'd stare up at the ceiling with your fingers tapping into your bare stomach.

you were half clothed; only in thin lace panties and a t-shirt. Taking a couple deep breaths before exhaling, you'd shut your eyes and just try to relax.

it was always so funny when you blew your own high by worrying too much.

for now, nothing felt different so you'd just try to enjoy the euphoria of it and remain calm. Slow jams were currently playing from the television and admittedly, it was setting the mood.

your boyfriend was a very passionate lover and attentive one so he'd be extra careful of how he handled you with this in your system.

suddenly, your body began to tingle and you'd feel as if you were starting to float. It was strange, not like other highs you'd experienced.

"I'm back, I brought you some water!"

a shirtless Armin returned in nothing more than gym shorts as he kneeled into the mattress with two water bottles.

you'd thank him as he crawled beside you and draped an arm across your frame.

"How you feeling? You okay."

"Mhm, just fine."

giving him a smile, he felt relief in knowing you were okay. But there was a certain glimmer in your eye and he couldn't help but to notice.

as he faced you, he'd trace tiny circles into your bare hip, massaging the sensitive area. He couldn't help but to stare because you looked so damn adorable.

those soft, pouty lips that he loved, hair wrapped up for the evening and your bare face as beautiful as it was in makeup.

he could look at your forever and never grow tired.

a few more minutes had passed and your almond colored eyes began to shift downward and the mere tip of your tongue poked out.

he could tell that the drug was starting to take effect and knew it'd only be a matter of time. The suggestive music began to sound louder despite not getting louder.

"What's on your mind, pretty girl? Hmm?"

at that moment, the two of you drew closer and you'd nuzzle your face into his neck, lightly dragging your nails across his skin.

"Nothing..I'm just—"

your words began to trail off as you laid underneath him and he'd pick your head back up to look into your eyes. You were smiling and flicking your tongue yet.

"You're high. That's what you are. Not gonna lie, I can feel it too..."

with that cheeky grin still on your face, you'd start to place gentle kisses on his neck and caress his bare torso; making faint giggles in the process.

your fingertips soon started to trail down south and toy with his waistband and as a result, the bulge in them grew slightly.

whether it was the high or the lust, neither of you were quite yet sure but there was a way to find out. Twirling his fingertips between the strings of your panties, he'd tug you closer and watch as you felt him up.

you looked so pretty and submissive for him right now, groveling for his touch with those sweet little moans and sloppy kisses.

soon, the moment turned into full blown making out with your tongues intertwined and your bodies toppling over one another.

Armin slid his hands underneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts.

the room began to feel so steamy and the sounds were setting the perfect aesthetic.

the two of you wasted no time peeling the other out of anything that was left on and resumed the intense session; resuming with his mouth around your perky brown nipples.

he'd lick over the buds, swirling his tongue with trails of dripping saliva over them.

this was always his favorite thing to do, with the addition of fingering you at the same time!

"Your titties are so perfect, y'know that?" It was now his voice that had turned into a desperate whimper because this was his weakness.

licking, lapping and sucking on them always got you going and right now was no exception. As he lie there with one of your nipples dormant across the buds..

your warm slick was starting to paint his two fingers resting between your thighs.

everything was escalating so quickly that it hadn't even dawned on you that the two of you were about to experience sex like you've never had it.

"Shit..feels so good."

"I can tell..you're soaking."

meanwhile, your hand was resting against his swollen shaft. He was still a little soft but growing harder by the second.

tasting and touching you always got him hot and bothered eventually. Not to mention how you rode his fingers and whimpered in his ear.

the teasing and foreplay continued on for another five minutes or so before he withdrew and examined his work.

you had made a mess that trickled down to his wrist and your nipples were so puffy and hard..just how he liked them!

meanwhile, you had precum seeping all over your fingers and by this point, that Percocet began to kick in and both of you were like puppies panting in heat.

sticking those fingers into your gaping mouth, Armin grasped the back of your neck and he swabbed them around your jaws; as if he were trying to stretch them out.

his blue eyes peaked down at you to see yours completely glazed over and spit dribbling off of your lips.

it was as if you were levitating and didn't want to come down right now.

"Hey babe..I have an idea. Why don't we fuck until our minds go blank? Until we can't even think straight?"

all the while, he was still swabbing your mouth and watching you drool as if it were the sexiest thing ever.

it seemed you already beat him to the punch because you had barely spoken a word; only making cute babble.

"Mind go—blank..blank is good."

"That's right, princess. No need for thinking right now."

all Armin could do was laugh at how precious you looked. Seeing his baby go completely dumb was lowkey kind of hot.

and for once, you weren't worrying yourself into a frenzy.

he could only imagine how the rest of the night would transpire.

no need in waiting to find out though, so he'd kiss your temples and whisper in your ear to get on all fours for him.

with not even a moment of hesitation, your back was arched and he'd quickly get behind you. It was hard not to notice how good your ass looked underneath those red beams.

how amazing your body looked in general...he was obsessed with you before but that pill had him ready to do some ungodly things with you.

massaging the small of your back, he couldn't help but to imagine filling you full of cum, making you take his dick until you were shaking.

watching it go in and out as those pretty fluids smeared all over it..he couldn't handle thinking about it.

so he had to start moving!

pushing his hips forward, he'd grip the base of his shaft and tease it against you..

"Dripping fucking wet..oh my God."

muttering as he began poking those insides. Squelching sounds rang out in response to his first couple of thrusts.

but before he could get too far into it, he'd have an idea:

"Hold on, babe.." reaching down to grab those panties you had on, he'd wrap them around your wrists and bind them together.

now he had full control and you didn't mind it one bit.

"Perfect.."

letting out a gentle moan, you'd look back and give him a smirk to let him know it was okay to go deeper.

your small waist and big, round ass were making him want to drill you into that mattress.

especially with the way you were meeting his strokes so well.

it was apparent that you were stuck; nothing on your brain except fucking and being treated like a slut. Which he'd be more than happy to fulfill.

with your cheeks in his palms, he'd spread them apart slightly..only to coat your puckering hole with a layer spit that trickled down between your fat lips.

"Ahhh..so fucking good..wanna—cum on this fucking dick.."

Armin swirled his thumb pad across it before popping it inside to aid in fucking you. And god..was it working!

that glistening, pearly white cream was starting to make a mess of that throbbing dick. He could only fit five inches in; even with how wet you were, he was just so fucking big!

"Ooooh shit..you're doing it, baby..you're creaming all over my shit..that's so sexy..." he'd cry out pitifully.

eventually, the two of you were going back and forth, bouncing off of his pelvis.

it was pulsating as it pumped in and out, stretching you out with each stroke. It was buried to the hilt, full balls slapping up against your aching clit..it was everything you expected it to be.

and for some reason, it had you dripping and leaking down onto the sheets.

the bed was creaking underneath your weight as it slammed against the wall.

both of you were in a euphoric haze of pleasure; only fueled by pure lust and the pills coursing your veins.

there was no slowing down from this point. Your bodies worked together as one; bouncing off of one another in a heated blaze of pure passion.

"Haaaa! Arminnnn, fuck! You're fucking me so good, baby."

"I can't help it, this pussy is so goddamn good! What the hell?"

your whiny voice wailed into a high pitch due to the constant pounding. That's when he'd pull you back and up against his chest.

that's when he'd place a hand around your stomach, the other on your throat and gentle kisses on your ear, cooing to you.

"You feel that? You feel that in your tummy, princess? How fucking deep I am?!"

and he was too! So much to the point, a bulge began to form and he started pressing through your skin.

your legs were trembling and he didn't exactly help your cause when he began toying with your clit. The hardened little bud ached against his fingertips as he traced the tiny circles.

"Yes baby, I love it so much!"

you were going hot and heavy, smacking skin sheathed in sweat. And soon, you'd cover him in your fluids as well.

before you knew it, you were spraying the covers and his upper legs with arousal.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He had no choice but to pull out as you spasmed all over his cock. However, he had the perfect place to put it..

with your wrists still bound, he'd lay you flat to the bed as he repositioned to be in front of you.

seeing your face light up in excitement, meant that his plan had worked. You were freaky enough as it was but you were insatiable tonight.

your tongue out on display and your eyes gleaming for him.

"Oh you're so cute like this, baby..you want me to fuck that little throat? Hmm?"

"Mhmm." replying with an eager nod and he was happy to fulfill.

with that, he'd grip the top of your head and ease it into your mouth. Inch by inch, he glided back and forth against your tongue.

he couldn't help but to whimper so helplessly at the warmth of your inviting throat and the way you swallowed him so effortlessly.

all of that spit and precum seeping from your lips was driving him insane. Maybe he had created a monster!..

but that didn't stop him from bucking his hips and pushing it in as far as he could.

"Good girl, you love that, don't you? I bet you want to touch yourself so bad right now."

and he was absolutely right. You were throbbing and dripping all over again, especially with the way he looked down at you like his prized slut. He knew how much you liked being handled.

still, the only sound being made was faint muffles and gagging noises emitted from your throat.

soon, he'd speed up those movements and before long, you heard a loud grunt, along with the grip of your hair in his hands.

"I'm coming, princess! Fuck, take it!" Armin's voice winding into a high groan yet again as it was him who reached their peak this time.

and he didn't spare you on filling it up. It was as if every feeling, sensation and movement was ten times more intense!

"Open up, let me see." And you'd proudly show off that you had swallowed all of it before he even had to tell you.

"Good girl.."

"Thank you, daddy."

the words making him reconsider stopping right now. He was lightheaded but that drug had both of you hungry for more.

lying down on the mattress this time, he'd undo your makeshift restraint before patting his thighs and telling you to get on top and face the TV.

he didn't care if he overstimmed himself at this point, the only that mattered was leaving you full of his nut.

grasping your waist, Armin balanced you until you sat comfortably atop his dick. Watching that ass stick out and your hands on his thighs, he couldn't even contain himself.

but you wasted no time in riding it as if you owned it. Going slow, you'd bounce and spread open with each thrust back.

you were constantly giggling and moaning, so he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was.

that tight grip was something serious..and dangerous!

once again, you were creaming only a few minutes in and he had to have some control!

it wasn't going to be easy though because as you sped up, he'd find it hard to stop himself from meeting you with rough strokes.

soon, your bodies moved in unison, feeding off of each other as you went dumb on his shit. Going in circles, taking him to the hilt and smothering it with your cheeks.

"Oh fuck, baby! That's it..ride me.."

he couldn't take it, you were fucking him like a pornstar. Losing all control and going faster by the second.

pounding it up into you, he'd grit his teeth and try to give you all he had left. You wanted the remainder of it in your womb so after a couple more times, you'd both reach that point of ecstasy at the same time.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

spilling from between your lips as that hot, creamy nut poured from between your thighs.

both of your eyes faltered to the back of your head and you'd collapse atop his body.

his chest was beating a million miles a minute but it was worth it. This was one hell of an experience, even though you had drained him dry.

you'd look back and see him panting incredibly hard, chest rising and falling, and his toes still pent up in a curled position.

"Are you okay?"

through shallow breaths, he'd managed to answer.. "..never better!"

and you couldn't help but to smile!

"Then I say our little experiment was a success." leaning down to give him a peck on the lips. One thing was for certain..

you'd have to do it again!