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So, I caved and I've started writing a Max Lord fic 😂
I'm already working on two original novels, I don't need the extra work, but Max is in my head and he won't shut up.
Via google
Rehearsals. Look at this cutie. He's having so much fun 🥰
PEDRO PASCAL rehearsing the dance sequence of the commercial ‘SOMEDAY’ directed by Spike Jonze
Headcannon: This is what I imagine Max Lord (aka Maxwell Lorenzano) to look like after the events of Wonder Woman 1984. He's dyed his hair back to brown and allowed a tiny bit of stubble to grow. Still works as some kind of businessman, but he's given up on the oil gig.
Dang it now I need to write a fic. 😂
Distracting Javier at Work
Javier is trying to work on a case and you're making it very difficult for him to focus
Night swimming and a movie with Javi
Can we discuss this gif for a second? Putting aside the fact it should be me in bed with him (who said that??) can we just take a moment to admire how big and broad Pedro is?
Like, he's huge and its the sexiest thing ever.
Pairing: Max Philips/Female OC
Rating: 18+
Warnings: blood, vampire stuff, sex
Summary: Amelia awakens as a newborn vampire, and Max takes her hunting.
Sequel to Anniversary Feast but can be read as a standalone.
Amelia awoke to a darkened room, the curtains drawn to protect her from the sun. Checking the clock beside the bed, she noted that it was nearly three o’clock; she realised she had slept all day.
As she groggily came to her senses, she became aware of a terrible burning sensation in her throat. She put her hand up and rubbed at it, trying to swallow but finding her entire mouth and throat dry. The more aware of it she became, the worse it felt.
The burning spread down to her chest and she felt light-headed for a moment as she threw back the sheets and tried to stand.
It was then that she noticed that Max wasn’t in bed beside her. Stumbling, she left the bedroom and staggered down the hall, searching for him. He was nowhere to be found.
Her eyes burned and she choked out a sob, but no tears came. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out where he might be. Then it hit her. Of course, he was at work.
She grabbed her phone from its charger and dialled the direct line to Max’s office. She was relieved when he answered on the first ring.
“Hey, there,” he purred. “How’s my little fledgeling doing?”
“Max,” she rasped, clutching her throat. “Max, it hurts. I don’t know what’s happening, I think something’s wrong–”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” he tried to soothe her. “What’s up?”
“My throat,” she said, weakly. “It burns. It hurts so much, Max. It’s like heartburn, but it’s worse than I’ve ever–”
“Oh,” he said quietly. He sounded guilty. “Oh, shit. Baby, I’m so sorry, I forgot to warn you. The first twenty-four hours after the change are a fucking nightmare. I thought I was gonna lose my mind when it happened to me. But you’re gonna be fine, okay? You just need to feed.”
“Feed?”
“Blood, babe,” he said gently, and she felt like a fool; that should have been obvious. Vampires needed blood to survive.
“Listen, here’s what’s gonna happen,” Max said firmly. “I’m coming home, okay? I’m supposed to work until five, but I’ll tell Ted there’s a family emergency or whatever. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll go out and get some nice juicy hobos or something.”
“Max,” she groaned.
“Okay, sorry, that was a terrible joke, but you’re gonna need to learn how to hunt.”
His words calmed her, although the idea of hunting and killing a human still made her a little uncomfortable. The discomfort was outweighed by the burning pain in her throat and chest, so she resigned herself to the idea. They hung up, and she lay back on the bed waiting for Max to come home.
After what felt like an eternity, she heard his keys in the front door. She heard it open and close, and then the pounding of his hurried footsteps coming down the hall to the bedroom. She sat up when he came in, and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms, holding her close.
“You poor thing,” he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
She let him hold her for a while, enjoying the feeling of his big hands moving up and down her back. He pulled back and kissed her forehead softly.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to get ready and then we’ll head out,” he told her cupping her face in his palms and placing another kiss on the tip of her nose. She nodded and he left. Amelia turned her attention to the wardrobe, deciding on the red dress she had worn the night before. She knew Max loved it, and she hoped it would help lure in her prey.
Max smiled as she emerged from the bedroom, looking her up and down hungrily. He kept control of himself, however, and merely linked his arm through hers as they went out to the car.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside their destination. Amelia was taken aback when she realised where they were.
“Dirty John’s?” she scoffed. “Really, Max? The sleaziest bar in town?”
“If you really think about it, it’s perfect,” he explained with a sly grin. “The types of people that come here are the type that will go home with anyone, and they’re unlikely to have anyone who’ll miss them – at least not for a while. That way we avoid any legal repercussions.”
Amelia had to admit, he had a point. He climbed out of the car and came around to the passenger side, opening the door for her and taking her by the hand, helping her step out onto the curb. She followed his lead, entering the bar, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked appropriate for the task at hand.
The bar was dimly lit, and smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, and strong perfumes.
With a shared glance, they scanned the room for suitable prey. Max’s lips curled into a smile as he nodded toward a lone figure at the corner table. A tall, curvy, red-haired woman, probably in her early thirties.
Amelia studied her for a moment before giving Max a nod of approval. The fact that their intended victim was female didn’t bother Amelia – blood was blood, and that was the important part right now.
Summoning her courage, Amelia decided to take matters into her own hands. She needed to learn how to hunt, after all. With a playful smile, she sauntered over to where the other woman sat, her heart racing with anticipation.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice light and airy.
The woman looked up, her eyes sparkling with interest.
"Not at all," she replied, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.
As Amelia settled onto the barstool, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She leaned in closer, the scent of the woman’s perfume mingling with her own.
"What brings you here tonight?" she asked, her words laced with curiosity.
The woman shrugged, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"Just looking for a bit of company," she admitted, her gaze never leaving Amelia’s own.
“Well, what a coincidence,” Amelia purred. “That’s exactly why I’m here, too.”
They made small talk for a bit; Amelia wanted to lull the other girl into a sense of safety and security before she made her move. She learned that the woman’s name was Tina, and that she had recently gotten out of a relationship and was just looking for something more casual. When she felt the time was right, Amelia extended the offer.
“Want to come back to my place?” she asked. Tina’s eyes lit up and she agreed. As they stood up, Tina swayed a little bit – she had obviously had more than a few drinks. Amelia wondered how this would play out – could she get drunk herself if there was alcohol in the victim’s blood?
The burning in her chest told her it would be worth it. Linking her arm through Tina’s, she led her toward the exit. Max emerged from the crowd to join them.
“Tina, this is my boyfriend, Max,” Amelia explained, hoping that introducing a third party wouldn’t put Tina off and foil the plan. “You don’t mind if he joins us, do you?”
Tina’s eyes took on a vague look, although Amelia could tell it wasn’t from the alcohol. She knew it was Max’s doing. He was using his compulsion powers. Amelia bit her lip, waiting for Tina’s response.
“Sure,” Tina replied with a smile, although it didn’t reach her still-vacant eyes. “I’ve never had a threesome before.”
Max chuckled and led the way out to his car. Tina climbed into the backseat. Max’s compulsion powers remained in effect as they drove home – Amelia was impressed by how much control he had.
Max glanced over and smiled proudly at her, silently telling her she had done well on her first hunt.
Soon they were home; Amelia almost cried with relief, as the burning in her throat was becoming too much to bear.
Max led the way to the bedroom, with Tina behind him and Amelia bringing up the rear. Max flopped down onto the bed, kicking off his shoes.
“Well, no time like the present,” he said. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
It all happened rather quickly, although for Amelia everything seemed to move in slow motion. In a second Max had pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, resisting the urge to simply tear it off him. She moved around behind him and began kissing the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, while he focussed on relieving Tina of the black minidress she was wearing. The three of them, clad only in their underwear now, fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Heat surged through Amelia’s veins as she let Max run his tongue along her neck, and then he began to nibble at the spot where he had bitten her.
She wrapped her arms around his broad frame and clawed her fingers through his hair, letting him kiss all the way down her still-burning throat to the tops of her breasts. He then switched his focus to Tina, giving her the same attention.
Tina whimpered as he worked on her, bringing her close to the edge of ecstasy before allowing Amelia to take over.
“Ready?” he said in a whisper low enough that only Amelia’s new keen sense of hearing could detect. She nodded, letting her fangs extend. Max held Tina’s head to the side a little, disguising his real intentions by pressing his lips to hers in a sensual kiss.
Amelia took a steadying breath, then made her move.
Her fangs easily punctured the soft flesh of Tina’s throat, just over her jugular vein. Tina moaned softly at the brief sting, which Amelia knew from experience would quickly turn to euphoria. The blood came easily, trickling down Tina’s neck a bit before Amelia lapped it up. She drank deeply, the warm liquid washing over her tongue and beginning to soothe the burning in her throat almost immediately. It tasted better than she had expected, rich and slightly tangy.
She gulped it hungrily, only stopping when the flow died down to a trickle. Tina’s heart had slowed to a dangerously low rate. Amelia could feel Max watching her, approval and pride radiating from him. Tina’s heart gave two final beats before it fell silent, her body going limp.
“Feel better, sweetheart?” Max asked. Amelia took a moment to confirm that the burning had finally stopped. She smiled and nodded.
Max chuckled and reached out to wipe some blood from the corner of her lips, sucking it from his thumb with a grin. Then, he glanced down at Tina’s body which lay motionless on the bed between them. He stood up and padded over to the wardrobe, taking a bedsheet down from the linen shelf at the top. He moved the body down onto the floor, wrapping it in the sheet.
Amelia glanced down at it, feeling a hint of worry growing in the pit of her stomach.
“What do we do with–?”
“I’ll deal with it later,” Max assured her with a smile, stretching out on the bed and lying back against the pillows. “I’m not done with you, yet. Come here.”
Amelia obeyed, crawling across the bed and on top of him, straddling his lower stomach. She leaned down, letting him pull her to him and press their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss that she wanted to last forever.
Part Two
Pairing: Dieter Bravo/Female OC
Rating: G
Warnings: No smut. Just fluff.
Lila found herself lingering at Dieter’s house more often these days. After that long night of comfort, their dynamic shifted subtly. Each morning, they shared coffee on the balcony, the city awakening beneath them, laughter replacing the silence that had once defined their interactions.
As the weeks passed, their conversations deepened. Dieter opened up about his dreams beyond the silver screen - his love for painting, his desire to travel, and his childhood memories. Lila listened, her heart swelling with admiration. He was more than just a star; he was a man with layers and complexities.
One afternoon, as they prepared for a charity event, Dieter turned to her, his expression serious.
“Lila, I’ve been thinking… you’ve been so supportive. I don’t think I would have made it through this without you.”
She smiled, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
“I’m just doing my job.”
He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers.
“No, it’s more than that. You’re… important to me.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Dieter, I…”
Before she could finish, he reached out, gently taking her hand.
"I know we have our roles, but I can’t help but feel a connection between us.”
Heat crept up her cheeks.
“I feel it too.”
His gaze softened, and the air between them shifted.
“What if we explore this? Just a little? See where it goes?”
A rush of excitement and apprehension coursed through her.
“I’d like that.”
They took it slow, their relationship blossoming in the quiet moments - a shared lunch where their knees brushed, a late-night movie that ended with them curled together on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulders. With each passing day, the boundaries of their professional lives blurred, replaced by stolen glances and soft touches.
One evening, Dieter surprised her with a spontaneous trip to a nearby art gallery. The space was quiet, the paintings vibrant against the stark walls. They wandered hand in hand, sharing thoughts on each piece, laughter echoing through the halls.
At the end of the tour, they stood in front of a breathtaking landscape.
“This reminds me of the view from your place,” Lila said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dieter turned to her, his expression softening.
“I can see why you love it. It’s beautiful - like you.”
Her heart raced at his words, and she felt a spark of something deeper.
“Dieter…”
He stepped closer, their faces inches apart.
“I’m falling for you, Lila.”
Trembling with emotion, she replied, “I’m falling for you too.”
In that moment, the world around them faded. Dieter leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was tentative at first, then deepened, filled with all the unsaid feelings that had been building between them. It felt like home.
As they pulled away, breathless, he smiled.
“So, what now?”
Lila grinned, a newfound confidence surging within her.
“Now we navigate this together - whatever it is.”
Pairing: Dave York/Female OC
Rating: 18+
Warnings: smut, nipple-play, p in v sex, fingering
Summary: Our protagonist attends a gruelling gym session in order to get fit in time for her cousin's wedding, and engages in a steamy private session with personal trainer Dave York.
The energy in the gym was electric as the pounding bass of the latest workout anthem reverberated through the space. Beads of sweat glistened on toned bodies, creating an air of raw, primal sexuality in the air. Among the sea of grunting muscle-bound men and flexible yoga babes, there was a stunning brunette with a mission. She had decided it was time to take control of her fitness and transform her body, especially with her cousin's wedding just a few months away. Determined to look her best in the bridesmaid's dress, she had signed up for an intense training program. It helped that the instructor happened to be a friend of her cousin's fiancé, and had come highly recommended. As she struggled to keep up with the demanding workout routine, her eyes locked onto the man who was well on his way to changing her life.
Dave York was a Roman god in flesh and blood. His chiselled physique made her heart skip a beat and her pussy tingle. He had a face that exuded raw masculinity, his intense gaze adding to his rugged allure. She could feel her heart rate escalating, and it wasn't just from the burpees she had been struggling with. Dave's presence seemed to fill the entire gym, his deep voice slicing through the music as he barked instructions at the class. She watched, captivated, as he moved with an effortless grace that contrasted starkly with the power she knew lay beneath his surface.
"Keep pushing, guys! You signed up for a challenge, and that's exactly what I'm giving you!" Dave's booming voice interrupted her admiration. He strode over to her, his muscular body dripping with sweat, and looked down at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
"You're doing great, but I want more. Dig deep. Show me what you're made of!" he growled, addressing her by name, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. As the class continued, she found herself determined to impress Dave. The more she pushed herself, the more his dark eyes seemed to linger on her, his normally stern face softening slightly. When the class finally ended, the brunette collapsed onto the bench in exhaustion. Dave took a seat beside her, his hands resting on his knees, and flashed a boyish grin that contrasted with his rugged exterior.
"You did great today. I can already see some improvements. Keep this up, and you'll turn heads at the wedding," he said, his gaze locking with hers. There was a moment of charged silence, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the exhausted class.
"I want to turn your head, Dave," she blurted out, surprised by her own boldness. His eyes widened for a moment before he broke into a slow, mischievous smile.
"How about a one-on-one session to celebrate your progress?" Dave suggested, his voice dropping an octave, hinting at the sensual promise beneath his words. Her heart raced as she quickly agreed.
The training room seemed to blur as Dave's powerful arms helped her to her feet, his rough hands lingering on her waist a little longer than necessary. In the privacy of the training room, the atmosphere intensified. Dave closed the door, the loud music and laughing, sweaty bodies of the gym suddenly left behind. They were alone now, and the realization made her skin tingle with anticipation.
"So, tell me, sweetheart, what's your motivation for this transformation? Is it just the wedding, or is there something... else... you want to achieve?" Dave's voice was like molten honey, rich with an underlying sexuality that made her breath catch. She felt a surge of confidence, driven by her desire for this man.
"Let's just say, I want to be the best damn bridesmaid this wedding has ever seen. I have my eye on one particular guest, and I want to make sure he notices me," she replied, holding his gaze with a challenge in her eyes. Dave's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, shefeared she had crossed a line, but then his lips curled into a wolfish grin. He stepped closer, his muscular body crowding her into the mirrored wall.
"I see. Well, in that case, we should make sure you're prepared for whatever adventures that night might bring."
Her breath caught in her throat as Dave's rough hands slid up her sides, his thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts, causing her nipples to pebble beneath her tank top.
"L-like what kind of... adventures...?" she stammered, her voice hoarse with desire. Without breaking eye contact, Dave's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly, revealing the lacy black bra that barely contained her full, heaving breasts.
"Oh, I think you know," he whispered, his hot breath ghosting over her lips. As if in a trance, she lifted her arms, letting Dave pull the shirt over her head, baring her creamy skin and swollen nipples. His hungry gaze drank in every inch of her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.
"You're stunning," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "But we need to work on your endurance. I want to make sure you can keep going all night..."
With that, Dave's lips crashed down on hers, possessing her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. His tongue danced with hers, exploring and demanding, tasting her desire. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his thick hair, pulling him closer as if to fuse their bodies together. Dave's strong hands travelled down her body, cupping her curvaceous ass, lifting her effortlessly against the hard planes of his chest. She could feel his rock-hard erection straining against his shorts, a clear indication of the effect she had on him. Breaking the kiss, Dave nuzzled her neck, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along her sensitive skin.
"I want to taste you. I want to make you come with my mouth," he growled, his hot breath making her shiver. Her head fell back against the mirror as Dave's fingers deftly unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts. He took one swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, while his fingers worked their magic on the other, rolling and pinching gently.
"Oh... God... Dave," she panted, her hips thrusting forward, seeking friction as her pussy throbbed and ached. But Dave was in no hurry to give her the release she craved. His mouth left a path of kisses down her trembling body until he reached her soaked panties. He pulled them to the side, revealing her glistening, pink pussy, already swollen with need.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous..." he murmured, his warm breath teasing her sensitive folds. "I can smell how much you want this."
She whimpered, pleading with her eyes for him to finally give her what she craved. Dave chuckled darkly, his hot breath torturing her swollen clit, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back and deny her release.
"Not yet, sweetheart. We're working on endurance, remember?" he whispered, his fingers now replacing his mouth, sliding effortlessly into her slick heat. She cried out, her body yearning to be taken, her need building with every slow, torturous stroke of Dave's skilled fingers. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to bring her to the edge without pushing her over, his years of experience as a trainer translating perfectly to this erotic encounter. As he worked his magic, her body moved against his, each thrust of his fingers into her tight pussy bringing her closer to the edge of oblivion. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, every nerve ending screaming for release.
"Please, Dave... let me cum," she begged, her words punctuated by ragged breaths.
"Not yet," he growled, his fingers quickening in her wet heat, his other hand reaching up to twist and pinch her taut nipple. "I want you to beg for it."
Her hands fisted in his hair, her body writhing against his, her hips moving with his fingers as she rode the wave of pleasure he was building within her.
"Please... I need to cum... Dave... please..."
Dave's growl of satisfaction vibrated against her clit as he finally gave her what she desperately craved.
His mouth descended, his tongue flicking and teasing her swollen bud, sending her over the edge. A cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm exploded through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as Dave's mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy. As her tremors subsided, Dave stood, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.
"That's it, baby. You're doing great. Now, let's see if we can make you last even longer next time."
She could only stare up at him, her body still quivering, her mind already envisioning the next time they would be together. She knew that under Dave's expert guidance, she was in for the workout of a lifetime—and she couldn't wait.
Road trip with Joel
You're on a road trip with Joel, getting on his last nerve, but he secretly enjoys it.
pedro pascal and his gorgeous side profile (and very rideable nose)
First poster of ‘MATERIALISTS’
Pedro has the most beautiful profile, honestly. I would love to run my finger down the bridge of that gorgeous nose just like in that second last gif.
I could stare at javi’s side profile forever omg that man is a piece of art
(credit @/adhdbuck)
(credit @/adhdbuck)
so many more that i can include but yes... the most handsome man to ever exist
Taking a quick break from my usual content for this.
Reblog and tag those online friends who mean just as much as your IRL friends do.
@itwasntimethatdidit40
@schrodingerkitty1
@thepalaceofmelanie
Just General Acacius greeting his loyal subjects 🥰
✨ its missing him hours... ✨
PEDRO PASCAL on the set of 'GLADIATOR II'
The one about looting a corpse is 100% Ezra. He absolutely would.
Ezra + text posts
He makes me so happy. He also makes me feel other things which we won't go into who said that?
Oh snap
Word.
Look at his lil dancy dance 😊🥰
I wanna cry... I wanna cry a lot... what the fuck... why are you so perfect Pedrito!!!
Hotel Room with Dieter
Got bored so I made a Dieter Bravo moodboard
Pedro holding Cookie's hand. I can't this is the cutest thing ever 😭🥹
Ok but why does this look like Ring doorbell footage of a kid asking if his bestie can come out to play?
Dammit he's so cute
Just me trying to get on with my day, but Pedro keeps posting stuff like this
