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puppypeter · 7 months
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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
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drumkenz · 6 months
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bar-ecuador-massa · 2 years
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... porque tú sabes mas del mundo que te dimos. da Barbara Bonanno BNNRRB Tramite Flickr: (El hijo-Pablo Neruda)
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gffa · 2 years
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“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.
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“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.
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If Leia remembers her mother, she likely remembers Obi-Wan, too.
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bloodandoranges · 5 months
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🔥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???
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twinterrors29 · 10 months
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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
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notyetneedcoffee · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 - BDSM Absolutely NSFW, adults only. Warning: all kinds of BDSM play.
Summary: Loki is led to a playroom on Sakar.
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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.”
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buzzyb33 · 3 months
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Being in a relationship w memeulous would be a good idea for headcannons love you byeee
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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!
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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months
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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
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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” 
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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’
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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.  
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Kinktober 2023 - BDSM Absolutely NSFW, adults only. Warning: all kinds of BDSM play.
Summary: Loki is led to a playroom on Sakar.
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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.”
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chrollohearttags · 2 years
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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!
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riddles-n-games · 2 months
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Gigi knows that her brother is STRESSED TM, so, being the good little sister she is, she masterminds a plan to get Grayson to actually have a day off to strictly chillax. Xander is on board with it and helps her plan the whole thing, Nash is also down, he’s the one keeping an eye on Gray and Savannah just kind of gets roped into it because Gigi’s involved which, by default, means she is there because she needs to keep an eYe oN tHInGs. 
The way things go down is that Grayson, being the neat freak he is, has a schedule posted on his calendar, on his phone plus reminders everywhere of what he has to do on a given day of the week. However, Xander hacks into his stuff and changes his schedule (he has the hidden illegal talent of also being able to mimic people's handwriting scarily well, especially Gray’s, and yes, he has forged signatures before-don’t ask, we’ll be here all day). Luckily, Gray is so tired out of his mind that this time he actually doesn’t suspect a thing when he notices that the entire day is blocked off and in all honesty, he looks relieved when sees it. Cue Gigi calling and telling him to meet her at a “café” because she’s “lost” and needs someone to pick her up because who  better than her big brother of course? Gray dutifully heads off to the garage in a rush because he’s worried for his baby sister TM and he’s sitting in the closest car, already typing in the address, however, Xander luckily also took care of that. He hacked his brother’s phone to also make the location of the spa  hidden and appear as the café instead.
Fast forward to Gray on the road and Nash is trailing him in his truck to make sure he actually gets there safely (despite this NOT being a good thing at all [PSA: don’t do this kids, stay safe out there and drive only when you are well rested or take a nap on the road if you can when you get to a rest stop ASAP] ) but Gray is still (somehow) highly functional even at his most dysfunctional. (Take note, even  Grayson Hawthorne makes dumb decisions, sometimes even dumber than Jameson, just another  reminder that he’s human like the rest of us, hence Nash as damage control.) Anyways, he’s going a bit over the speed limit but he’s worried and his big brother instincts are activated that by the time he parks, he’s flying out the car, not even glancing up to see the sign with the establishment’s name. As soon as he enters the lobby, he’s looking around crazily for Gigi and he finds her waving at him. Up to this point, Grayson still hasn’t picked up on the fact he’s not at a cafe and he only has tunnel vision on his little sister before he’s grabbing her in a hug,  asking  if she’s okay and if something happened. Gigi reassures him and once he pulls away, only then does he finally start realizing something about this place isn’t right but just as he’s about to make a comment, the receptionist is calling his name and telling him to follow her. 
He’s surprised and then looks at Gigi who has a wide smile on her face, not even trying to look innocent as she turns him and pushes him forward to follow the receptionist.  Grayson is too stunned to say anything and just lets her do her thing, walking behind him as they head down the hall to a room. When they stop, the woman is holding a robe, handing it to him and telling him to get changed. At first he tries protesting but he’s so dumbfounded that he just does as told. He tells Gigi that this is ridiculous but she just tells she’s not moving from the spot until she sees him in the spa room and he gives in, mad that he was tricked but accepting his fate. Emerging from the darkn change room, he walks into the spa room and Gigi grabs his arm, leading him to a nearby chair and shoving him into it. He asks what he’s going to be subjected to and she replies with “jUsT a FEw tHiNgS” when it’s actually the best package available! 
Grayson is given the whole spectrum; facial, massage (deep tissue), sauna, whirlpool and jet bath, salt scrub, cryotherapy, scalp massage, etc. He ends up admitting to himself that this was very much needed and secretly enjoys every bit of it. Halfway through his facial, Savannah joins him, sitting down for a mani-pedi; he is very surprised she’s there and she tells him that he’s not the only one who had to deal with a bunch of nonsense lately and after supervising the shenanigans of Xander and her sister, she deserves it. Gray immediately starts wondering how much he missed out on right under his nose but forgets as soon as sleep starts creeping in. He naps through the whole massage treatment and he gets a lunch break where he is joined by Nash and Gigi, revealing his older brother’s involvement and Gigi is just so happy that her plan is working that Gray finds it very difficult to be mad at her for orchestrating this whole thing. 
By the end of the appointment, Grayson comes out refreshed, sore but in a good way (don’t you dare take that out of context because there is none), and actually rested from the nap he managed to get. Gigi meets him out front with biggest sh*t-eating grin on her face as she asks him how it was and he rolls his eyes but kisses her on the forehead and tells her it was great. Happy with that victory, she gets in the car, very satisfied with herself only for Grayson to tell her that she’s going to help him with the rest of the work he had for the week by the time they get back to the House. Of course, she’s not very happy to hear that and he lets her think it’s his form of revenge but actually it’s just him wanting to spend more time with her in his own brotherly way. 
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bar-ecuador-massa · 2 years
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... porque tú sabes mas del mundo que te dimos. (El hijo-Pablo Neruda) da Barbara Bonanno BNNRRB
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wejustvibing · 7 months
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comparing discrimination & inequality to make believe injustice and challenging lewis' integrity, kindness and commitment to activism this way is so so vile?? it's offensive to not only lewis but millions of people and real victims faced with that reality every single day. what's wrong with him?
for the last time, lewis has nothing to do with your loser ass. stop begging. i sincerely hope lewis stays ignoring and doesn't give this a shred of attention than he already has. the amount of reaching massa is doing i'm sure he's gonna reach the pits of hell sooner than later
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A Bounty for Reward (Mando x f!reader)
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CHAPTER 9
Summary: Running isn't always as easy as it sounds. Warnings: unprotected piv sex, praise kink, creampie, cum eating/light cum play, soft!mando, some teasing per usual, a fuck ton of angst you might cry (maybe?) Word Count: 8.4k A/N: I just love angst too much, okay? Anyway... this chapter and the next are *Certified* my favorites
Early the next morning, Mando flew the Crest to the deeper parts of the forest outside the village. It was secluded and quiet and further off-grid than you were hoping for. If you wanted to make a plan to leave, this was taking you several steps back. 
He was being extra sweet as the morning faded into early afternoon, speaking softly and leaving faint touches on you as you passed in the cargo hold. Each touch was another brutal reminder of that tether pulling between you, that inescapable feeling that something was keeping you both intertwined. You wanted to hit your head against the metal walls and get a grip, but he was making it so fucking hard. 
And he was keeping good on his word and not treating you differently. He even agreed to train with you, promising weapons and a longer session once the afternoon sun peaked. Shedding those secrets yesterday felt like a burden lifted from your chest, yet that anger still festered deep inside you, waiting to escape at any moment. If you could fight Mando, you could lessen those bubbling emotions.
Outside in the clearing, Mando kept a tight grip on his blade, leveling it with his body as he beckoned you to make the first move. You crouched low, aiming for his thigh, only for him to deflect it before you could even get within a foot of his body. His free hand grabbed your wrist, locking it in a vice until your blade fell with a light thud in the grass.
“Fuck,” you snapped.
That rage was crawling up your spine, torching your nerves. You picked up your blade and got into a defense position as you waited for Mando to strike. He advanced on you slowly, his steps calm and calculated up until the last moment when his weapon came shooting out to slice at your bicep. You stepped back in time to escape his strike, blocking your face with one arm and returning a strike at his shoulder. His other hand caught your forearm, twisting it until you yelped. Thinking fast, you drove a knee up into his abdomen, the bone hitting his armor belt on impact. Pain erupted through your body, and you staggered back, winded from the fight.
“You alright?” Mando asked, his breath ragged. He clasped a hand on your shoulder as you bent over heaving. 
Giving him no time, you sliced upwards, nicking the fabric between his cowl and chest. It wasn’t forceful enough to hit skin, but enough to surprise him and send him reeling backward. You straightened with a wide grin on your face, flipping your knife in your hand casually. 
“Don’t let your guard down, Mando,” you shrugged.
He tossed the blade from his hand, charging at you full force. You managed to dodge him, sliding to the left and breaking into a full sprint. The thrill of a chase pounded in your chest as you took off into the empty clearing, the tall grass dying beneath your feet. Your blood was pounding in your ears loud enough to drown out his footsteps behind you, and you felt free. Maybe this was your shot; maybe you could outrun him. 
But that thought died quickly as a sharp cable looped around your right leg, sending you down into the earth hard. Thankfully, you had enough time to brace yourself before the strength of the cable dragged you backward toward Mando. Your nails clawed at the soil beneath you as you tried fighting against it, but your strength was no match for the weapon on his belt. 
Mando’s hands were on your shoulders in an instant, flipping you over to reveal your muddied shirt and face. With him looming over you in all his armored glory, your body flushed a deep red, the heat crawling over your chest and neck. He crouched down, unwinding the cable from your calf, massaging the skin under your pant leg slowly. 
“Never run from a bounty hunter,” he warned. “They’ll always catch you.”
They’ll always catch you. 
You tried to cool your expression as the words washed over you, draining all the heat and color from your body. Did he know? Of course, he didn’t; he was just taunting you in the heat of the moment. 
“Well, you made a nice mess of me with that stunt,” you huffed, sitting up to rest on your forearms. 
“Could make even more of a mess of you for running away from me.”
“Is that a threat?” You smirked.
Mando crawled over you, his helmet a breath away from your face. You pressed your body up into his, letting your breasts rub against his chest plate. It smeared mud against the shiny metal, and you laughed softly.
“Looks like you’re just as messy as me.”
“You wanna fight dirty?” Mando challenged.
“Yeah, I do.”
Hooking your leg around his waist, you used all your energy to spin him over and pin him beneath you. Mando’s hands found their familiar place on your hips, his grip holding you firm as you straddled him. With one slow grind of your hips, he exhaled a groan, and you relished in the feeling of his cock growing hard against your ass. 
“I like you underneath me,” you hummed, rolling your hips again.
Mando’s fingers dug into the exposed skin of your waist, your shirt long having ridden up from the fight. You placed your hands on his shoulder pauldrons as you ground against the fabric of his suit, the friction shooting waves of pleasure through your core. You could push the doubts aside if you pacified it with a distraction. And he was the perfect distraction.
“Make yourself cum, angel. Let me watch you fall apart.”
“No touching.”
He let his fingers slip away from your waist, setting them behind his helmet as he gazed up at you, silently waiting and watching. You indulged in his request, moving your hips in earnest against the hardened outline of his cock. The drag of your clit against it was intoxicating, and you drew circles until you found the right pattern to shatter you into oblivion. You were all too aware that you were in the wide open space of the forest, completely exposed to any possible threat, but that didn’t stop you from pressing your body down harder onto him. If anything, it fueled the fire inside you even more, your movements growing more desperate and out of control. You scrapped your nails against the metal of his pauldrons as your core clenched one final time. Your release escaped from you with a loud moan, the sound filling the space around you. 
“Look at the mess you made,” he taunted, tilting his visor toward the obvious wet spot on your pants. 
You muttered some sort of jumbled nonsense as you slumped against his chest, too blissed out to care that your cunt had drenched your pants and his. 
“Too bad you can’t taste it,” you tossed back. 
What the fuck? 
Why would you say something like that? It completely went against his Creed to remove his helmet, let alone remove it to taste you. That thought pushed beyond all boundaries, and you weren’t quick enough to swallow those words.
“You have no fucking idea how bad I want to taste you,” he growled, letting a hand coast down your back to deliver a sharp slap against your ass. 
“I can taste for the both of us,” you whispered.
Positioning yourself back up onto his lap, you trailed a hand down your stomach and let your fingers dance under the waistband of your underwear. Swiping a finger through your wet folds, you brought the glistening digit to your lips and eyed him as you sucked it clean. Mando’s body went rigid under you, his hands flexing against your backside. 
“Again,” he ordered.
You repeated the motion, letting the taste of your release coat your tongue. Before you could even swallow, Mando’s hand came up to your jaw, holding it firm.
“Let me see.”
Your lips twitched with a smile as you opened your mouth wide. His gloved thumb ran across your bottom lip and slowly pushed into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking on the fabric of his glove until you heard him inhale a sharp breath. 
“Tell me I can fuck you.”
You released his thumb with a gentle pop, nodding mindlessly at his request.
“Please,” you begged. 
With that one simple word, Mando had you thrown onto the grass, positioning you on all fours. He made quick work of yanking your pants down your thighs, the light afternoon breeze sending a shiver over your exposed skin. 
“So fucking wet for me, baby,” he groaned.
You preened at his words, humming as he slid a finger inside your aching cunt. Maker, if he didn’t fuck you soon, you’d go mad. You heard the zipper of his suit roll down and the quick brush of the tip of his cock against your entrance. Yes. You needed this. You needed to clear your mind and forget all the ways you’d hurt him when you decided to run. This was the last time, you told yourself. 
Mando pushed into you slowly, letting your body adjust to his cock as it stretched you out. You groaned into the soil beneath you, paying little mind to the mud smearing across your cheek as you braced against the ground. Mando rocked into you slowly at first, finding that perfect rhythm that made you clench around his cock, and then began pistoning into you. You cried out as he drove into you, each thrust hitting you at the core. 
“This pussy is mine,” he growled with each snap of his hips. “No one will ever touch you again.”
You were too dazed to analyze his words or think of anything other than the swelling warmth inside you. He wanted you for himself? Fine, he could have you. He could take anything he wanted, and you’d give it to him willingly. It didn’t change the fact that you’d leave him; your emotions were slowly crawling behind the walls you had built before.
But then, in that moment, you craved the way he fucked you. You focused on the thrum of your heartbeat, the pulse throbbing in your clit, the feel of his cock buried inside you. You cursed into the ground, your teeth gnashing together as that euphoric surge of release splintered across your nerves. You clenched around his cock, your cunt fluttering through the aftershocks of your orgasms, yet he didn’t let up.
“Mando…” You whined.
His hand smoothed over the soft skin of your ass as he crooned out various praises. 
Taking me so good, angel. 
Fucking love how you feel wrapped around my cock. 
Give me more.
You were putty in his hands, and you melted at every syllable dripping through the modulator of his helmet. You wanted the praise. You wanted the release. You wanted this.
“So fucking beautiful,” he exhaled, a hand wrapping around your hair.
He tugged at it gently, your neck craning upwards. The sky above you blurred as another bubbling release coursed through your stomach. You blinked back tears as the tremors tore through you and set your nerves alight. Mando grunted with a final snap of his hips, spilling into you until you felt his release seep out of your aching cunt. 
Releasing his grip on your hair, you felt his fingers work through the tangles knotting at the base of your neck, soothing you as you let your body rest against the ground. He kept his cock sheathed inside of you for several moments, the warmth of his body pressed against yours the perfect salve for the ache inside you. 
Even when it was rough, he made sure to care for you—something no one else had done before.
“Was it too much?” He asked, finally pulling out of you and shimming your pants back onto your hips. You could still feel his cum leaking out of you, and a guilty part of you loved it.
You shook your head as best as possible, your body still fighting off the shakes that traveled up your thighs. Rolling onto your back, you stared at him as he hovered over you. 
“Never too much,” you exhaled.
Mando sat back on his heels and offered a hand to pull you up. He rubbed at your cheek, most likely cleaning the mud from your face and let his hand come down to caress the side of your neck. Maker, each soft touch was another knife to the chest as you tried to remind yourself of what you needed to do.
This was the last time.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.” 
He hauled you to your feet, leading you back to the Crest as you walked on shaky legs. You knew you’d be sore for days, which didn’t make the idea of running sound pleasant. But regardless, you were leaving. You had to. 
After a long time spent alone under the spray of water, you emerged from the refresher with damp hair and a few scatters of bruises. Maybe a year ago, the faint black and blue color on your skin would have repulsed you, but you didn’t mind this time. It was Mando that left them there, and the thought of carrying those marks with you when you left was strangely comforting. 
Mando wasn’t in the hull, and you heard his voice from the cockpit as you climbed the ladder, his voice clipped and short.
“I had to make an unexpected stop in Sorgan,” you heard him say.
“Well, if you’re interested in a few more credits, I’ve got word of a bounty on the planet.” 
It was Greef Karga, and you would know that lively voice anywhere. He was a talker and a good one at that. You only recalled hearing his voice once, and that had been the same day Mando killed a man for you. 
“Send me the coordinates.” 
Silence followed Mando’s words, and you took it as an invitation to enter the cockpit. He turned in his pilot's seat, staring at you slightly longer than usual. 
“Guild business?” You asked.
“It’ll be a quick hunt,” he assured you. “You’re safe here.”
You masked the bubbling anxiety as it accelerated your heart rate. If Mando were leaving for a hunt, it would be the perfect opportunity to run. 
“When do you leave?” You tried not to sound too eager. 
“Tonight.”
“You’ll be back in the morning?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?” You wanted him to think you were worried. And truthfully, you were worried. You were worried you’d get caught and worried he’d get hurt.
“I promise, angel.”
You nodded, swaying in the spot you stood. He motioned for you to join him, and though you felt hesitant, you relented and sat beside him. You didn’t know how to fill the silence this time; you were too focused on the thousands of strategies to leave. You’d need to make sure you had your knife with you and some sense of awareness of where the fuck you were. You were off-grid on Sorgan, but you knew they had a docking port somewhere. If you could get in proximity to the village again, maybe you’d find your way to the port. You’d find a way to tuck a few of Mando’s credits in your pocket and buy yourself transport back to Coruscant. Leaving him would mean you’d have no protection, but that hadn’t stopped you before. You managed to survive a few months on your own, and if anything, being around Mando had taught you how to fight and survive. 
“You’re quiet,” Mando commented. 
His voice startled you out of your daze and drew you back to the present. You stared at the red lights flashing on the nav panel, trying so hard not to look at him for fear of risking everything. 
“You’re the one famously known to be quiet,” you tossed back. 
“Hmm,” was his only response. 
Another beat of silence passed, and he spoke up again. 
“Your parents. What were they like?”
Your eyes tore away from the nav panel and straight to his helmet. 
“What?” You balked. 
“I’m just trying to make small talk, angel.”
“But why do you want to know about them?” You were on the defense now. 
He shrugged, tilting his helmet. 
“Because I want to know about you.”
Maker, had this been any other time, the sentiment may have been welcomed. You’d happily talk about them—even if it hurt—and share those parts of your life with him. But now, the more you shared, the worse it would hurt. He’d leave tonight thinking you’d be here in the morning and everything would be fine, but it wouldn’t be. He would return to an empty ship and one less bounty to worry about. Because at the end of the day, that’s what you were. What you had always been from the start. 
“They were…” A lump formed in your throat as you tried to string some sentences. “They were normal. My father had owned the junkyard his entire life. I grew up learning how to rebuild speeders and droids before I could even walk. My mother tried to stay out of the way. She was always cautious about the trades he made or the business he took in.”
“How did he end up getting mixed up with the Pykes?”
You sighed, rubbing a hand across your forehead, no doubt a headache on the horizon. 
“I honestly don’t know,” you said. “He didn’t tell me much about the deals or the people he made them with. I usually stayed inside when traders came to the yard, but when Kesi came that day, I was finishing working on a new prototype of a speeder. It was the end of the workday, and my mother was waiting for us to clean up to join her for dinner when they came by. My father was never one to back down from conflict… he was stubborn.”
“That’s where you get it,” he huffed lightly. 
You couldn’t help but laugh, too. 
“I am my father’s daughter.”
“What would have been your life if Kesi never came around?”
You hit your head against the headrest, closing your eyes to hide the tears that stung your waterline. Why the fuck was he asking so many questions? Why did he care? 
“I don’t know, Mando.” There was a bite to your words. “I never saw myself leaving Mos Eisley, so maybe the junkyard would have been mine one day.”
“Would you ever want that? Your own junkyard?”
“What I want is freedom,” you snapped, turning to look at him through blurry eyes. “I haven’t thought that far, okay?”
Your anger must have been unexpected because he exhaled heavily, turning his helmet toward the windshield. You weren’t even regretful for lashing out, but seeing him so quiet from it pained you a little. He genuinely asked questions to understand you better, but you couldn’t afford to let him in any closer. What you wanted shouldn’t matter to him; he had a job, and that’s all he should care about. Your freedom and your life shouldn’t have been his concern; he needed to be reminded of that. 
“Why do you care so much?” You asked, softening your voice. 
“I don’t know.”
“You always say that.”
Mando didn’t respond, which frustrated you.
“You shouldn’t care about me,” you hesitated. 
“I know.”
The conversation was going nowhere, and you were spiraling inside, wondering if leaving him would feel as easy as it sounded. You just needed to make it through tonight, and you’d be gone once he left. 
“I’m tired,” you lied. 
“Go rest. I’ll wake you before I go.”
You couldn’t manage a response, only giving him a gentle nod before disappearing into the hull. You gathered your blade and the leather thigh holster, sliding them under the blanket on the bed. Reaching for the leather vest on the ground, you hesitated. Emotions crashed inside you as you picked it up, remembering how he had bought this just for you. He wanted you protected, no matter what. It was a sign of trust you both had built together. Leaving meant breaking that trust, but he knew from the start you would leave, just not like this. 
You stowed the vest away along with everything else and crawled into the bed on sore legs. You needed to reach the village first, then find the route to the docking port. Once you made it there, Mando wouldn’t come searching. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Going to Coruscant was risky; Mando was bound to go looking for you there. You had no other option; until you had a better place in mind, that was where you’d start. 
You fell asleep fast, the night terrors at bay for at least a little while. They crept in slowly at first, then hit you all at once. Memories of hands grabbing you, blades slicing your skin, spice on your lips… all came flooding in. You thrashed in your sleep, your voice crying out for everything to stop.
“Hey,” a voice whispered. “Hey, it’s alright.”
You startled awake, the pull of the voice enough to draw you out of the trance inside your mind. Mando caressed your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles. You couldn’t hide the flinch in your body as he touched you, and he drew his hand away.
“I’m leaving,” he said. “You’ll be okay?”
“Yeah.” Your voice was hoarse from the screams.
“Wear your comlink in case anything happens. I’ll check in on and off to make sure you’re okay. Just stay on the ship.”
“Okay.”
He slid the comlink onto your wrist, his touch lingering on your skin. You rubbed your eyes, looking at Mando for one last time. You memorized the pieces of armor covering his body and the helmet that stared down at you. For the last time, you wondered what his eyes looked like behind the visor. 
This was it. This was goodbye.
He moved to the weaponry wall, pulling out a blaster and tucking it into his belt. You noted that he left it unlocked for your benefit. He trusted you with it. And that hurt. All the trust you had built would be gone in a mere few hours. 
“Mando,” you called out.
He turned to you.
“Be safe, okay?”
“Always, angel.”
You watched as the night swallowed him, the darkness of the ramp closing the only thing left between you and him. 
This was goodbye. 
** 
He had him cornered. Through the thick weeds that framed the lake, Mando could spot the thermal footprints that the quarry had left behind. After countless hours of hunting, Mando finally had eyes on the bounty. He had sent her a message through the comlink that he’d be gone longer than expected—the bounty was quick, and Mando had a lot of space to cover. He hadn’t heard a response and figured she was asleep again. He hated the thought of her alone with her nightmares; the screams that erupted from her when he woke her were enough to make him reconsider staying. But he needed this hunt. He needed to clear his mind.
Mando pulled his blaster from his weaponry belt, keeping it low and close to his thigh as he trudged through the overgrown forestry around him. The quarry’s eyes peeked through the greenery, connecting with the tinted visor for only a moment.
But it was the only moment Mando needed.
He took his shot… and he missed. Mando never missed a shot. The quarry took off again, furthering the distance between them. His emotions were clouding his skills, and he knew the thought of her forced his hand unsteady. If he had felt strongly for her before, he couldn’t comprehend what this feeling was now. It consumed every thought, every breath, every move of his muscles. 
Sucking in a breath, Mando sent another message to her. This bounty would take up more of his time, which meant he wouldn’t return till later in the day tomorrow. He was miles out from the Crest, and the trek back with a body in tow would only slow him down. 
He realized there still hadn’t been a response from her, only static through the comlink.
“Hey, answer me,” he bit out, the message meeting more static air on the other end. 
“Answer me, dammit!” He wasn’t angry. He was scared. 
He called into his comlink more times than he should have allowed, the time wasted adding up quickly. He was scared, and he still had the quarry to track down. The bounty reward wasn’t high enough— nothing would be high enough— to risk her safety. 
Mando shot into a full sprint towards the Crest, calling into the comlink continuously. The sound of the static drowned out in his ears, the world collapsing around him. He didn’t stop running, letting the miles separating him and the Crest fall away with each stride. 
Finally, in view of the Crest, Mando broke into a sweat as he pushed himself past his fastest pace, knees giving out as his boots hit the ramp as it lowered. Everything looked as it was from the ship's outside: no sign of scavengers or guild members anywhere. Everything inside looked as he remembered: no sign of struggle or fight anywhere. He continued to call her name as he searched the entirety of the ship, coming up empty as he ran back down the ramp to check the perimeter.
“Fuck!” He yelled, pounding his fist into the side of the spacecraft. The metal rattled under the force of the hit, the sound reverberating around him. 
He had told her to stay on the ship. He told her. And she agreed. So, he didn’t understand why she was gone? She would have at least alerted him through the comlink, or maybe she was too fearful to interfere with the hunt. Either way, she shouldn’t be gone. 
The only thing he thought to do was hunt her down. It was the only thing he could do, the fear creeping in as he switched his visor to thermo-tracking. Her footprints lit up in red, vibrantly contrasting the darkened grass. They tracked north, the staggered spacing hinting at the fact she had been running. Still fearful, Mando considered the awful idea that she had been chased down. But there were no other footprints, and he couldn’t recall any ships that had flown overhead.
So, what the fuck did she run from?
Mando considered flying the Crest and tracking her overhead, but he wouldn’t know where her footprints started and ended. He continued on foot, running through the overgrown bushes and grass, slashing away at the greenery with his vibroblade. He had been gone from the ship for nearly half a day and had no clue where she would be. Could she have been taken off the planet? If she had, Mando would have seen or heard some sort of transmission in his comlink. But everything had been quiet those few hours.
 It had been dreadfully silent as he hunted down the quarry. 
Reaching out through the comlink again, Mando called for her, hopeful she still had her comlink on her wrist. With nothing but static feedback, Mando confirmed that it wasn’t functional any longer, the silence growing louder around him. Focusing on the outline of her footprints, he noticed a slowing pace in her running— evidence that she couldn’t have advanced much further. Switching to the body heat scanner, Mando swept the area around him, noticing the forestry open into a vast expanse of land without coverage. There were no traces of her body heat, but phantom footprints still staggered through the clearing.
Switching his scanners off, Mando gazed into the sky, watching dusk fall upon him. He felt beyond helpless knowing he could be losing her— even worse; he couldn’t understand why. If no one had been chasing her, if no one had kidnapped her, then why was she gone? He couldn’t recall any notion as to why she would choose to run. Mando had let his vulnerability win, the strength of his attachment outweighing the risks that threatened his loyalty to the Creed. 
He was ready to give all of himself to her, so why was she gone?
His body was fatigued past over-exertion, from the race to the ship and now tracking her footprints. But he wouldn’t let exhaustion win— he had gone far longer without sleep. Countless bounties had taken days to track down, even so far as a week; staying awake and finding her wasn’t even a question. He would find her.
He’d tear the galaxy apart until he found her. 
Whether he was ready to admit it, she had become his Creed, his loyalty to her bleeding out into the universe surrounding him. 
Nightfall came quickly, the beskar armor illuminated by the waning moons above him. Mando switched his helmet to night vision as he continuously scavenged the ground for lingering pieces of her. Every footprint proved she was still alive; that was all he needed to push forward. The sound of frogs in the distance was the only noise to fill the humid air around him— their sounds were a lullaby to his nightmare. Mando could recall every feature in her face: the scrunch of her nose, the constellations of freckles over her cheeks, that wrinkle between her brows he always wanted to smooth over. Over and over again, he forced himself to reimagine the way she looked, the way she felt in his hands, the sound of her voice when she was soft and under his body. The memory of her was all he had left as he ran across the planet, desperate to turn the memories into rediscovered reality. He wouldn’t— he couldn’t — let her go. 
Mando’s steps faltered as hushed chatter in the east fell upon his ears. He focused in on the noise, making out words that alluded to the terrain and creatures around it— farmers. Stepping out of the shadows, Mando approached them slowly, his posture more friendly than predatory. 
“Hello,” his voice was hoarse from yelling. He cleared it, saying ‘hello’ again. 
The farmers turned to him with startled gasps, their grip on their hunting spears tightening. Mando raised his hands, surrendering his power to gain any knowledge they possessed.
“You are… bounty hunter?” One asked, their accent thick.
Mando nodded, his hands lowering to his sides. He made it a point to keep his hand from his blaster, proving to them that he was no threat.
“I need information,” he began, “I’m looking for someone. Have you seen anyone pass through this area?”
The men looked at each other, their expressions mixed with confusion and fear. The man who had first spoken turned back to Mando, and his chin lifted higher as he regained more confidence.
“We see one girl,” he informed Mando. Mando’s weight shifted, his heart drumming inside his ears.
“Did you speak to her?” He pressed.
The man shook his head, pointing his spear towards the trees.
“She goes north.”
“How long ago was this?” 
“Maybe half day, we not sure,” he shrugged. 
Mando was visibly frustrated, his body language tensing with each exchange of words. He had been tailing her the entire time, yet felt even more behind than he was at the start. If she had more than half a day’s running start, she could be near the north docking port faster than he could get to her. 
The docking port.
The pieces aligned in his head in a dizzying blur; she was leaving him. She had waited for Mando to take the bounty, leave her on the ship, and weaponize his vulnerability against him. He had been so distracted by the bounty even to consider her running, yet it had never even been a passing thought in the first place. How could she leave after he laid out his rawest parts? After she showed him her deepest secrets. He had submitted to her, letting her swim in his soul's depths. And she left him. 
In a daze of tangled thoughts, Mando disregarded all gratitude towards the farmers as he shot into a sprint towards the north, the instincts of a hunter fueling the anger that blinded him. It took her half a day to distance herself; it would take him an hour to catch her. He was no longer searching in fear. He was searching in unbridled rage. 
His pace continued steady as he waded through the terrain heading north. He could hear faint rustling in the bushes, a few scattered animals running away at the sound of his boots. Her footprints in the grass lit a brighter red on his visor, their freshness proving that he was getting closer. He could see far off in the distance that night was quickly turning to morning, the hue of sunrise falling upon the horizon. The first ship off-planet would be coming soon enough, as would her chance to leave. Mando couldn’t allow it. 
He yelled her name into the comlink, voice rugged and labored as he continued running. He didn’t know if her comlink was still on her, but he wouldn’t give up. He would keep trying, and trying, and trying. He couldn’t lose her. 
Not this easily. 
As he trailed her footprints closer, he noticed their imprints in the muddy ground below him, making it easier to track without night vision. The impressions went deeper in the ground, proof that she was using more weight to run and was still en route to the north port. Mando quickened his speed, knowing he was going to catch her.
The path through the trees he had followed began to open up into a large expanse of flower beds and bushes. Several flower beds had been destroyed, their petals and stems crushed— her destructive mark left all over them. Scanning the perimeter of the expanse, his eyes fell upon a shadowed silhouette shaded by a large tree towards the northeast corner of the clearing.
It was her.
Her in all her terrifying beauty; her hair tousled into a bun, her clothes covered in mud and grass stains, her skin dirtied and marked with scratches from thorns and bushes. Though his heart pounded heavy in his chest, and there was a haze of anger over his eyes, relief washed over Mando as his eyes settled on the familiarity of her body. 
It was her.
She didn’t have to turn to know he was there, her body rigid as he continued staring. She had done the same when he had hunted her the first time, her skin paling as if she had seen a ghost. Now, he was a ghost haunting her, seeking remnants of an attachment that had faded away with the moon's glow. Mando stepped forward again, meeting her gaze as she turned to look upon him with an expression he could only understand as guilt. He stalked her slowly, watching her body shiver from the morning breeze that floated over the sunrise as it passed the horizon. Her eyes grew wide, watching as he walked forward slowly, his hand hovering over his blaster. He wouldn’t shoot her; he never would even think of it, but it was an instinctual reaction to inflict fear into her. He wanted her scared. He wanted her to feel every emotion he felt throughout the last day. The fear, the loss, the anger. 
Mando wanted her to understand everything he felt. 
**
The sun’s reflection bouncing off metal was unmistakable even from yards away. You half expected him to let you leave, to wipe his hands clean of a nuisance bounty, and continue through the galaxy. The other half secretly hoped he would hunt you down, tearing apart half the outer rim to find you. It took him less than a day, and you were helplessly alone in the grassy field without a place to hide. Would he have found you faster if he had not been tied up with the bounty? Your plan didn’t have much thought put into it, only the aspect of running. And you must not have done a good enough job if a man covered in beskar steel was walking towards you. 
His stride was slow– intentional– the sway of his weaponry belt shifting into view with every step. You weren’t blind to the fact his hand coasted over the gun holster on his hip, his fingers inches from ending your life. If you were even to tense an arm muscle, your core would be split in two from the plasma beams. Dying at his hand would be more honorable than any other death, and you subconsciously welcomed such a departure from the space you occupied. He had already destroyed you in ways beyond repair, leaving your body and soul torn into pieces. You were a bounty, nothing more. But that couldn’t overturn the emotions that had been festering inside you, nor could it make you forget the way you ached for him physically and emotionally. Giving your body to him wasn’t what hurt; it was knowing your heart was slowly falling into his hands… and you knew he might not treat your heart as kind as he did your body. He was a Mandalorian, a child of the Watch; he knew only of loyalty. Loyalty and love were not the same. 
His pace slowed, stopping only a few yards from you. The familiar black visor was trained on you, and you felt like an animal caught in a trap. You had been here before with him, on Coruscant, but this was different. You hadn’t fucked him yet, slept beside him, or listened to him speak of things he kept hidden. You were a bounty.
 Just. A. Bounty. 
“You left.” There was an apparent inflection in his tone. It cut deep into your chest, tearing you open as you realized how wrong your decision had been. 
“I wanted my freedom,” you spoke through the lump in your throat. 
“And I’m working on giving that to you,”  he countered, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, hand still hovering over the blaster. 
“I can’t keep waiting, Mando. What if you don’t find Kesi? I can survive on my own. I’ve done it before.”
His helmet tilted slightly, and you knew he must have been eyeing you intensely under the protection of the metal. 
“Do you not trust me? I swore I would find him and kill him. Is that not enough?”
“I– yes, fuck, it is enough. I just don’t know.”
“You don’t know.” He repeated your words as if tasting your doubts on his tongue. “You don’t know.”
He stepped forward, looping his thumbs into the waistband of his belt. He sized you up and down, his helmet resting on your face again. 
“How long did you think you could outrun me?” The question was out of genuine curiosity. 
“I thought that if I got far enough, you would forget me and carry on with your life.” Your voice was shaky– uncertain. You lacked confidence even in your persuasion. Why were you trying to persuade yourself that your actions were for his betterment? 
“You thought I would forget you?” There was that inflection again, the spike in octave that shot daggers inside your chest, through your ribcage, and right into your heart. You wished you had armor like his so you wouldn’t feel your heart breaking. 
“I’m only a bounty, aren’t I?” 
“No,” his helmet moved slowly in disagreement. “You aren’t just a bounty, and you’re wrong to think I would forget you.”
Tears stung your waterline as you felt defeat in his words. Just as he had slipped under your skin, into the folds of your brain… you had slipped into his. 
You aren’t just a bounty. 
Even if you were, he would have come here with an intent to kill, and you would have had no chance at negotiations. 
But this was different. You were different. 
“Mando—.”
“I have considered destroying my Creed for you, and you left,” his voice rose in anger. “I have made sacrifices to ensure that my loyalty for Mandalore would never falter, and I’m willing to destroy it all for you. And now you think I’ll just forget you?”
You let out a faint whine, a sob lodging in your chest. How could you say anything to that? The man who was rough around the edges, with a heart you thought to be too cold ever to feel… was wholly undone before you. 
“You left me and took every piece of me with you.”
His helmet bowed down, the visor looking towards the ground. There was pain inside him far beyond the reach of your betrayal. 
“I would never ask you to go against your Creed for me, you know that. I’m not worth it,” you whispered. “I understand the severity of your lifestyle, and I wouldn’t let you do that. You didn’t break your Creed for Omera, and you definitely shouldn’t do it for me.”
“I know you would never ask,” he sighed. “That’s what hurts more. I have given pieces of myself to you that I can’t have back. I’ve let myself become too attached…and now I don’t know how to let you go.”
“I’m not worth it,” you repeated. The tears spilled down your cheeks as you watched Mando’s head raise to meet yours. 
“You are the only person worthy of knowing me.” He pulled your hand to the dewy beskar on his chest, “I am yours.”
The tears coasted down your cheeks, traces of guilt covering your face as you watched him step forward again. Your back was flush against the trunk of a sapling tree, leaving no room to escape the trap he put you in. Your mouth opened, yet silence fell off your tongue. 
“Tell me you want to leave.” 
Tell me to stop. 
He had begged you in a similar way before to resist him and his advances. His loyalty to the Creed prevented him from getting close; his armor was more than just a shield for his body. Every emotion, every fracture of his mind, was closed off to you and the rest of the galaxy. You had spent countless days and weeks trying to break through the armor, to even make a fraction of a dent into the metal that guarded him. But now… now you succeeded– the man behind the armor coming completely undone in your presence. It tore your heart apart knowing your ignorance had led to this. 
“I can’t—.”
“Say it!” His voice rose higher. “Tell me you don’t want to stay!”
“Mando, you knew I wanted freedom.” You were losing the battle in front of you, giving into the temptation that blurred the lines between love and desperation.
He swarmed your body, invading the only space that had remained between both of your bodies. He pulled your arms into a vice between his hands, his grip bruising your skin. You winced, eyes pleading for some sort of humanity behind his mask. You dug your heels into the damp soil around you, grounding yourself against the pull of his hold. 
“I’m going to give you that, so why can’t you wait?” His voice was sharp, biting at the air between you. “Why now?” 
“I– I don’t know!” You were exasperated, finding no words to describe the jumbled mess of thoughts fogging your mind.
 “I’m sorry,” was all you came up with. 
“Tell me you want to leave,” he repeated his plea, his breathing labored. 
You hesitated a moment, sucking in a chestful of air. Freedom was at your fingertips, but was it worth all that could be lost? 
“No.”
When he didn’t react to your words, you repeated it. “No.”
His grip fell from your arms, his boots crunching on fallen leaves as he stepped back. His body language showed all signs of being stunned, his stagger backward more reminiscent of someone being shot rather than being told ‘no.’ 
You managed to push yourself off the tree, feeling stray wooden shards stuck to the fabric of your shirt— some even burrowing into your skin. You paid no mind to the stinging sensation prickling along your body.
“I don’t want to leave,” your voice barely above a whisper. “I was selfish to think I could go without hurting you.” His helmet stayed trained on you, unmoving. “Or hurting myself,” you added. 
“Mando,” you continued, “I want— wanted freedom. I have been on the run for months. Ever since my parents died, I have been alone. This is different for me; you’re different. I’m scared of feeling attached because it’s not lost on me that you have no obligation to attachment. Attachment isn’t part of your Creed, and I can’t do that to myself. I can’t do that to you.” you repressed a cry, “I don’t know what to do now because I am irrationally attached to you. Irrational enough to run and keep my distance just for the sake of not breaking my own heart.”
Mando was agonizingly quiet, the rise of his chest under the breastplate being the only indication he was still alive. You picked at the wooden shards stuck to your shirt, wincing at the ones stuck into the thick of your skin. Gloved hands covered yours, pulling a splinter from your forearm carefully. Your eyes lifted to see him towering over you; helmet tilted as he considered your words— and tears.
“I’m sorry for running,” you let the sobs escape your chest, breaking the barrier that you tried to build up so high.
All that you could think to do was wrap your arms around his torso, nearly pushing him over with the force of your body colliding with his. Your nose pressed against the beskar, inhaling the familiar smell of smoke and fire flooding your senses. It took a moment to feel his arms wrap around you, but you were encapsulated in his hold the second they did. 
“I’m sorry,” you muttered over and over again. It was all you could say, the only words that could subdue the swelling silence between you. 
“Shhh,” his voice was so soft, softer than you had ever heard. It struck a chord inside you, playing your heart to the tune of his baritone. You let the sound vibrate through your body, arms squeezing tighter around his back. 
“You shouldn’t feel—.”
“I know,” you quickly responded. “Trust me, I know.”
“I can’t—.”
“I know.”
“I can’t let you go,” he finished, despite your interjections. “There isn’t a corner of this galaxy you could run to where I wouldn’t find you. I would hunt you down just to keep you as mine.”
Mine.
Mine.
The possessiveness on his tongue was like honey, seeping into your veins, rearranging the molecules that made up your entire being. You were his, even from the start. You had begged him to keep you, absentmindedly wishing he would protect you from all that lingered in your past. And he did. Without question. Without asking for anything in return. Perhaps you were the reward after all.
You tried forming words, tried making sense of any coherent thought that could describe the way his admission inflicted the emotions inside you. The only sound to escape was a whimper that drifted between the small space between you. 
“Don’t leave me again.” He pressed his helmet to your forehead, a reflection of your tearful face staring back at you in the visor. You wished so badly to see his eyes despite knowing how wrong it was. You wanted to know how he looked in this moment; the pain, the anger, the relief… all of it. He was the one constant in your life, the person who had stuck by your side and protected you. And you hurt him. You could never live with yourself knowing you would have left him hollow and broken. He was your home. He was your freedom. No matter where you ended up in the galaxy, he would always be where you felt safest.
“I won’t, I promise.”
You peeled away from his embrace, brushing off the dirt littering your vest. The port was still miles away, and you knew you would never reach it. Mando would have gotten to you before you set foot on a transport. It was laughable to think about now. 
“It’s going to take at least two standard days to return to the Crest,” you sighed. 
“I don’t care.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
Mando shook his head, pulling your hand into his to lead you south. 
“We’ll find shelter somewhere tonight and make the rest of the travel tomorrow. I’ve got you now. That’s all that matters.”
The remainder of the day was spent walking in silence, and Mando never let go of your hand. Ever so often, he’d squeeze his thumb against your knuckles, a reminder he was there. You stole glances at him occasionally only to realize he was doing the same. 
“Do you hate me?” You asked after a few hours of no conversation. 
“No,” he answered. 
“I hurt you.”
“I’m okay, angel. I was more scared something worse had happened to you.”
“I’m sorry.”
Mando stopped walking, turning you toward him to capture your full attention. 
“Do you trust me?”
“Always,” you whispered. 
“Then trust me when I say I’m not angry. Not anymore, at least. I understand why you decided to run, but I need you to promise me you’ll stay. Let me give you the freedom I promised you. Don’t go without saying goodbye.”
Your lips trembled, and you nodded solemnly. 
“I don’t know if I’m strong enough to say goodbye.”
“Then don’t.”
“What’re you saying, Mando?”
“Stay. I’ll protect you. I’ll give you whatever you want, so long as you stay.”
You chewed on your lip as you contemplated his offer. You had freedom at the tip of your fingers, yet the temptation to stay swayed your mind. 
“Maybe.”
He nodded, looking towards the trees before you.
“Where does this leave us?” You asked.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. 
You squeezed his hand this time and ushered him to keep walking. You were safe, and for now, you were his.
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George Russell x Fem!Reader
request: George Russell x Prompt #44 (Just kiss me already!)
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You couldn’t believe it. 
The entire garage was on their feet staring intensely at the screens in front of them as George was leading with three laps to go. George had come second or third several times since signing with Mercedes, but he always seemed to miss the top step of the podium. 
Despite George being in the lead, you knew better than to be happy until that chequered flag waved in the air, indicating the end of the race. Anything could happen in three laps- engine failure, a crash, Lewis overtaking him. 
Two laps to go. 
You held your hands together up near your lips, whispering please over and over again as you stared at the screen. He was doing everything right, making absolutely no mistakes. Lewis had been gaining on him slightly, but not enough to be able to overtake him with such little time left. 
One lap to go.
The team watched as George started his last lap of the race. As George came around turn ten, the entire team made their way from the garage to the fence, climbing up it as quickly as they could to wave their congratulations to both George and Lewis at the finish line. You followed a few of the pit crew members and stood at the bottom of the fence, too afraid to climb it like everyone else had. You looked over to the last corner. As you saw George cross over the line first, tears flooded your eyes. He had finally done it. Everything he had worked so hard for the past four years was finally paying off. 
As the team had begun running towards the bottom of the podium where George would park his car, you followed closely behind, tears falling down your face. When you approached the barricade, you stood behind his team, not wanting to get in the way. This was their moment. You would have your moment with George later. 
You watched as George got out of the car, standing on top of it as he pumped his fists in the air. You knew that he was probably crying under his helmet. As he jumped off of the car, he ran over to the team and jumped into their arms. You smiled at the sight, wiping your tears away quickly. You were so happy for George, but also so happy for this team, and Lewis too of course. Everyone at Mercedes had put in countless hours all season long to try to get up to pace with the Ferrari’s and Red Bulls and finally for the first time this season, they were able to win a Grand Prix. 
George took his helmet off and scanned the crowd of people behind the barricade. He was looking for you, but he couldn’t find you. “Where’s my girl?” he finally asked one of the mechanics. When the mechanic pointed over to you, George hopped over the barricade and walked over to you. 
You looked up at him, a big smile on your face as tears started to fall down your face all over again. George was crying too, the emotions finally hitting him when he locked eyes with you. “You did it, my love! I am so proud of you!!” you said as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you possibly could. 
George hugged you back tightly, a big smile spread across his face. “No, we did it, baby. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you by my side. We are a team. Teamwork makes the dream work…”
You laughed softly, your eyes locked with his as your arms were wrapped around his neck. “Oh would you just kiss me already!” 
Without another word, George pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. The kiss was one filled with so much love and so much pride. When you pulled away from the kiss, you wiped away a tear that George had let fall down his cheek. “You have an interview to do and a trophy to receive, don’t let me keep you”
George laughed a little and kissed your forehead before climbing back over the barricade and walking over to where Felippe Massa was waiting to interview him.
“Congratulations George! Brilliant race, tell me how you’re feeling”
“A huge thank you to the entire team of course. This season has been an emotional rollercoaster for sure, but this race I felt so in control. Lewis was pretty fast and then when the safety car came out I thought ‘oh crap’ but I was able to hold him off and yeah.. But just so happy to get away with the victoryl” 
“And how is the feeling? Remembering all of your career, everything you have done since karting, now an amazing season with a team who didn’t look strong early on, and now you guys show the pace to win”
“Yeah I’m speechless. lots of memories came flooding in starting off with my mum and dad putting me in go-karts to going up through the formula to Claire taking me in at Williams and Toto signing me to Mercedes. It’s unbelieve. I couldn’t have done it without the support from my family, my girlfriend, my friends, my team, my teammate… the fans. It’s incredible.”
“Well thank you so much George and congratulations again on the victory!”
When George was finished with the interview, he walked up to the cool down room which was located directly behind the podium. He took a few sips of water and watched some replays of the chaos that had gone down during the entire race. 
“Stellar job mate. I’m so proud of you” Lewis said as he walked up to George and patted him on the back. George turned around and hugged Lewis tight, thanking him as he did so. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You have been a huge help to me all season, I’m incredibly grateful for that.”
Carlos also went up to George and congratulated him, the two sharing a quick hug before Carlos was called out onto the Podium.
Then Lewis. 
Then George. 
As he ran out to the podium, throwing his fist in the air, you couldn’t help but tear up all over again. As you stood beside Angela, you looked up at the podium, watching your boyfriend of nearly five years stand tall on the podium. As the UK’s national anthem played, you couldn’t help but think of everything it took to get to this point. Countless sleepless nights of George lying in your arms convinced that he wasn’t good enough for this sport as you tried to reassure him that his time of success would come. Countless months of going without seeing each other because your schedules clashed. Bad races that ended up turning into at home arguments because George was upset and he took it out on you. There were definitely times in his career that had him second guessing everything, but it was in that moment that everything had finally paid off. 
When George was handed his trophy, he pointed at you and winked before placing his hand over his heart. It was what he always did whenever he was on the podium and you were in the crowd. You smiled up at him, giving him a small wave before clapping your hands. 
As the champagne spraying began, you couldn’t help but laugh when George had gotten champagne in his eyes. You watched as he tried his best to quickly get the burning sensation to go away, laughing it off once Lewis came over to him and dumped the entire bottle on his head. 
As the podium celebration ended, you decided to head back to George’s driver room. You didn’t want to be in the way of anyone in the garage, so you figured hiding out in his room would be the best option. As you were walking towards his room, Angela stopped you. “Aren’t you going to stay for the team photo?”
“Oh I don’t think so. It’s not really my place…”
“Oh don’t be silly, of course it is your place. You are his girlfriend, you deserve to be by his side, even in a silly team photo.”
You laughed a little, knowing that Angela was right. George would want you to be in it. You followed her out to the pitlane where everyone was getting into position for the photo. When your eyes met George’s, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap. He had already been sitting on the ground beside his trophy, so once he got comfortable, you sat down on top of his legs, your right arm wrapped around his neck as you held up your left arm like everyone else had done. George wrapped one arm around you and held his other arm up for the photo, with the biggest smile spread across his face. 
After the photo was taken, you smiled and kissed his cheek gently. “You’re soaked and I probably look like I peed myself because I’m sitting on your wet race suit” you said with a laugh as you got up.
“Just be thankful that I didn’t bring my champagne bottle down here, otherwise I would be dumping the rest of it on you!” 
You laughed and wrapped your arm around him as the two of you made your way towards his driver room. “I’m seriously so proud of you my love. How are we going to celebrate?”
George laughed and kissed the top of your head gently as he opened the door to his driver room. “With a 15 hour flight straight to Abu Dhabi.”
You just shook your head and laughed. “What a way to celebrate your first win my love”
He laughed and kissed you gently. “We can celebrate once we get home for the season” he said with a smirk.
“Can’t wait, GR.”
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