Can We Talk About This For A Second??

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. 😂

The Pedro Pout

Love it when he does this pouty thing with his lips

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fictional character. date. gift. outfit. dessert. love quote.

I do love Flynn Rider 🥰

Hotel Room with Dieter

Got bored so I made a Dieter Bravo moodboard

New/old pic of Pedro with a crew member at the Fantastic 4 wrap party a few months back

Just watched S2 E1 and I'm already suffering. I'm not ready 😭

This man's arms.

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.

That smille in the second gif 🥰

FREAKY TALES 2025 | dir. Anna Boden & Ryan Fleck

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