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Could i please hear more about the aftermath of this? I just read it and thought it was lovely!! and would love to know more if you have thoughts!

https://www.tumblr.com/lights-out-go/722861155039805441/surely-this-crosses-some-kind-of-line?source=share&ref=_tumblr

omg anon you sent this so long ago that it was before i changed my url 💗 i hope you're still around to see this because it's for you! proof that no prompt is forgotten! in the spirit of that initial tumblr fic, this is pure porn with no plot to speak of.

Continuation of this, 1.6k, maxiel, E

Daniel's hands aren't bigger than Max's, but they feel bigger on his dick. Max pushes his hips, squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head to the side. A few minutes ago he couldn't stop looking, but now he'll come if he sees Daniel, panting and flushed above him, if he thinks about the fact that Daniel had slicked his hands up with his own jizz before climbing onto Max's bed, kicking the sheets off them both and straddling Max's hips.

He focuses on the feeling of the elastic waistband of his briefs digging into his thighs, where Daniel pushed them clumsily down, so he won't think about Daniel's soft pink dick, so close to his they're almost touching.

"Max, look at me. C'mon. You were so eager to look earlier, you can't stop now," Daniel whispers, like there's anyone awake on the floor of their hotel room at this hour to hear them. Down at the race track, crews are probably already getting ready. But here, with the sun just barely rising over Sepang, it’s just them, and there’s time. "Hold still, don't move."

So Max looks and stops moving, stops trying to buck into Daniel's hand to get him to jerk him tighter, faster. Daniel's come-wet hand is wrapped around his dick, just the flushed tip poking out the top. Daniel thumbs at it, rubbing back and forth in a hypnotizing rhythm, and starts talking, low and without looking away from Max's face. 

"I can't believe the whole time I could've— you would've— Driving me crazy the way you look at me." 

Max is breathing raggedly, can't suck in a full breath or form words. If he speaks, he'll say something like fuck me or let me fuck you. His legs are going numb from Daniel's weight, but that just concentrates all the sensation in his body on where Daniel is spitting onto his dick and spreading it around with his palm.

Max looks, because Daniel told him to. As if he could look away from Daniel's lean chest, his tattoos, his clever fingers. It's the weirdest handjob Max has ever gotten, and the best probably. So different from the hurried way he fists himself or the feeling of rutting his dick down against a pillow tucked between his legs. Daniel uses both hands, pulling his cock up from base to tip in a shivery, pulsing slide. But instead of jacking him from the tip down to the base, he starts at the bottom with the other hand, tugging Max's pubes and gliding his hand up, slow and firm so he stays right on the edge. It's maddening, like pulling out of a pussy over and over again without the satisfying first slam inside. His balls ache. The sheet, white-knuckle fisted in his hand, pops off the corner of the bed. Time ticks by to the slick rhythm of Daniel's hands.

Daniel slides his hand up one more time, tight and twisting at the head, then lets Max's cock slap against his belly, leaking and twitching. It's torturous, to be so close but not come. He can't get there without Daniel's hand on him; instead, he just tries to buck his hips up, to get Daniel to cup his balls, run a finger up his shaft, breathe on the purple-red, oversensitive head — anything. One touch, and he'd come.

Max looks up at Daniel, the shadow his nose casts on his stubbled cheek, the cocky, teasing curve of his mouth, and something inside Max crests and crests and never breaks, like the precipice of orgasm, but it goes on for what feels like minutes, shivery breath after shivery breath. 

"Fuck, you're— are you—" Daniel hovers his hands over Max's dick without touching it, just the suggestion of heat.

Max doesn't even know if he's coming or not, so he just digs his heels into the bed and hauls Daniel up. He lets out a gratifying yelp that Max would make fun of if he had any capacity for speech or thought that wasn't strategizing the fastest way to get Daniel's dick in his mouth. He wriggles himself down the bed in one ungainly motion that makes his cock, still slick with Daniel’s come, bob against his stomach. He settles flat on his back between Daniel's legs, with his thighs straddling his neck. The fitted sheet is a tangled mess under him, but Max ignores it, arches his chin up, mouth open and waiting.

Daniel looks down at him, runs a hand down his cheek and hooks his fingers into Max's mouth, tugging his jaw open to stroke over his tongue, then along the flat row of his teeth. Max wants to bite, suck, swallow, rut against Daniel until they're panting and spent.

"I'm not, y'know, I mean, I just—" Daniel gestures at his dick, soft and hanging just a few tantalizing inches from where Max wants it. His mouth waters.

"I don't care, fuck, just let me." Max hates how desperate he sounds, that this is the first thing he's said, that his voice cracks halfway through.

The sweaty, cottony taste of Daniel's cock is instantly soothing. He tries to make his tongue soft and molded to the shape of the head, cradling Daniel's foreskin and soaking up the taste of come still there from earlier. 

Daniel swears above him, but it's distant compared to Max slurping around the velvety-soft length of him. When Max sucks dick, the guys are usually already hard, or get there pretty soon after he starts. Daniel isn't. His dick is soft and supple on Max's tongue, not small, exactly, but. Unprotected. Max's chest throbs, and he more carefully tucks his lips over his teeth.

He lets Daniel's cock slip out of his mouth, gives it a soft kiss, and ducks down to trace the shape of his balls instead. "Is it good?"

"Yeah, Max, fuck." Daniel's voice is scratchy like he's been hollering. "Holy—"  

Max sucks at the perfect, waxed-smooth skin of Daniel's sack, and remembers how Daniel had tugged on them earlier, right before he came in the other bed. He pulls off with a sucking pop and nips at the crease of Daniel's thigh, fast and too hard, but Daniel just hisses, "yes," and grabs at his hair in return, rocking his hips down to sink his balls back into Max's mouth. Max wishes he had two mouths, one to bite and one to suck, to be everything Daniel needs at once. His hips buck aimlessly up into the empty air, trying to rub his dick on anything. Letting go of Daniel's thighs to wrap a hand around himself doesn't feel like an option. Despite the air conditioning, the hotel room feels so sauna-hot that the windows must be steamed up.

Daniel's still not hard, exactly, but his cock feels thicker when it bumps Max's nose, and his bitten-off noises are loud. Max sucks, hard, flicking his tongue along the heft of Daniel's balls, lets them sit heavy on his tongue. Spit drips out the corners of his mouth.

Daniel's dick, even soft, is big enough that Max can't fit everything in his mouth at once, but he wants it. To hold as much of Daniel as he can fit, the softest, most vulnerable parts of him safe in Max's warm mouth. 

"You're something else—" Daniel breaks off and looks up at the ceiling, his thighs clamped tight around Max's ears while he ruts his dick against the ridged roof of Max's mouth, the spongy opening of his throat. Max feels like he's underwater, can almost hear the pounding pulse of Daniel's femoral artery like the echo in a shell.

He can make Daniel feel good. Fiery determination clouds his better judgment. Out of all the stupid motherfuckers Daniel has been with before, dozens or hundreds even, maybe no one did this for him. Max will be better. He'll show Daniel. 

The yelp Daniel lets out when Max tips him onto his back is undignified, but Max generously doesn't say anything, just wipes his wrist across his mouth and pushes Daniel's leg up. 

His hole tastes like the rest of him, sweaty and jizz-bitter where Daniel hadn't managed to wipe it all away before it dripped down. Next time, Max will make him come like this and catch the spray of it on his tongue, suck it all down until Daniel is twitching and wrestling him away.

He eats Daniel out like he has a pussy, nosing at him gently until Daniel huffs a strangled laugh and thumps his heel on Max's back, then diving in sloppy and wet, full send. He closes his eyes and lets himself float, lets his muscle memory take over. 

The sun creeps over the horizon outside, sending golden-orange slats of light across Daniel's skin. It would be tranquil except for Daniel's harsh breathing intercut with moans, Max's loud slurping. He stiffens his tongue to a stout point and drives inside, pretends Daniel's garbled sounds are his name, that if he's good enough, Daniel will want him again. 

The sheets are cool against his hot, throbbing dick. He spreads Daniel wider, licking sloppily around his hole, blowing, rubbing his lips across it; no matter what he does, Daniel pulls his hair and yowls, insensate. 

Max comes abruptly, shooting so hard he hears the splat of it hitting the sheets in pulses, and his vision goes dark and spotty. It goes on and on, his balls contracting and dick kicking against the sheets, but every damp drag of it makes him come more.

The comedown is brutal. He rubs his smooth cheek along Daniel's shaft, blushed purple and half plumped up, and wishes he could rewind time and do it all again. 

"Jesus Christ, Max, your mouth," Daniel says, tracing along Max's swollen, buzzing lip. Max bites his finger and wriggles up alongside him to burrow his face in Daniel's armpit. They don't have to be up yet. 

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Later that day, Max looks down at Daniel from the top step of the podium, sticky and triumphant, and opens his mouth, ready for the fizzing spray of champagne on his tongue.

thank you @janinaduszejko, @officialmood, @prettydangrotten, @onadarklingplain, @powerful-owl for reading and hyping me up so i actually had the confidence to post 💞💝❣️

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Maxiel 40

"I have no idea how to go about this"

"Max" Daniel laughed softly "please stop just staring at my dick like it's an alien. I promise it won't bite you"

Max huffs a little breath in return, like he thinks Daniel is being silly. Which, considering Max is studying him like he's a track to study before a first run feels a little unfair. He seemed eager just a moment ago when he asked Daniel if he could get him off, moving things a step further than they had gone in the past considering they usually just stuck to making out and the occasional grinding against each other, but now he seems more unsure.

"you don't have to do this if you don't want to" Daniel continues, voice and gaze softening. "there's no rush to this, and we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with"

"I want to," Max cuts in "I just. I have no idea how to go about this, Honest."

He looks a little agitated now, his little cat-like scowl starting to twist on his lips, and Daniel thinks it's stupid how endeared he is by that.

"it's not too hard, just whatever you do to yourself. Im sure you've had practice before" Daniel teases, cheering internally when Max's cheeks flush and it seems his thoughts are being more directed to Daniels's light ribbing than figuring out a handjob. Finally, Max sits back forward and reaches to rest a hand on Daniel's thigh moving it to stroke over his hip once he's situated back close again, and Daniel pulls him in to another kiss by the back of his neck, sighing when he feels Max's hand finally wrap around him. He moans softly as Max begins to move, and he doesn't know how Max ever thought he wasn't gonna be good at this when he feels him thumb over the head experimentally.

Daniel guesses he should have figured max would be a quick study, he thinks as he pulls back to rest their foreheads together, exhaling shakily as max turned his attention back to Daniels dick, fully focused on his task at hand as per usual. He doesn't think its in Max's nature to be bad at things

Hehehe hope you liked sorry its coming like 4 months later!!!!

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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37 Maxiel "Kiss me."

The last of my anon smut prompt fills! ♡ ♡

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Sometimes, Max still hears Kelly's voice in his head, the way she flung her accusations at him when things were getting really bad between them.

He tries, desperately, to drown them out, and it's gotten better, but it's been a year since Kelly and P moved out, and he's finally coming to terms with the bitterest truth of it all: she was right.

They're amicable now, and he still gets to spend time with P. Kelly’s dating someone else, a footballer from Italy that he doesn’t know or care much about, and sometimes she asks him how he is. Has he started dating anyone else? Has he finally told Daniel?

He wishes that things were easier. He wishes that he was—built different. Some nights, he still thinks he was wired wrong.

No, he isn’t dating anyone else. No, he hasn’t told Daniel.

He’s trying. He’s thinking about trying.

Some days, it feels like they’re on the cusp of it. Daniel and Heidi broke up six months ago—a happy, mutual decision, he said.

And most days. Well.

Most days, Daniel is right there, next to Max.

Certainly, it helps that Daniel is his teammate again. They’re expected to spend more time in each other’s company.

But even on the days when they’d normally be apart, Daniel is in his living room. Or Max is at Daniel’s dining table. Or they’re going out for food together.

Tonight, it’s drinks.

Max thinks that they maybe should not drink as much as they do. Daniel is not young anymore, and Max is sure that his liver can no longer tolerate the levels they used to consume back when they were first teammates and Daniel was plying him with alcohol at afterparties.

Though if he is completely honest with himself, he should be drinking less around Daniel because drinking makes him reckless, and Daniel is—well. He thinks the word for it is “handsy.” He will feel Daniel’s hand through the warmth and sweat on his shirt.

There are moments when Max wishes that Daniel would actually do something instead, so that he doesn’t have to be the one to make the first move. So that he doesn’t have to deal with rejection.

But they’re dancing and it’s dark and they’re in a corner and Max hasn’t seen Daniel dance with anyone else all night.

His heart is beating a bruise against his ribs. His arms are slung over Daniel’s shoulders while Daniel throws his head back in laughter, and Max takes his fingers, slides them into Daniel’s curls, and says, “Kiss me.”

Kiss me. Kiss me. Please.

Daniel’s smile drops from his face, and Max nearly lets go, but Daniel’s leaning in. Max closes his eyes, braces himself for the impact, but instead of either being pushed away, or lips meeting his, he feels Daniel’s beard on his cheek, and his lips brush the shell of his ear.

“You sure about what you’re asking for, Maxy?” Daniel asks. It makes Max’s entire body shiver.

All he can do is nod. Nod and nod and nod and—

Lips. Lips on his lips, teeth clacking against his teeth. Saliva—Daniel’s saliva—in his mouth.

Max moans, pulls Daniel closer. Kisses him. Kisses him. Kisses him.

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hello! another little maxiel delivery for you 💛

max wants daniel to call him pretty.

he knows he’s not conventionally pretty, of course, not when the likes of handsome fuckers like charles and lewis saunter around the grid with their effortless beauty. hell even daniel himself is so gorgeous, max almost can’t stand it.

but he has this stupid yearning to be called pretty. it’s his white whale. he doesn’t know why he likes it so much, but daniel had called him pretty exactly once, when he’d been spread out for him in the aftermath of an afternoon quickie, and he could feel daniel’s cum dripping from him. pretty, daniel had grinned cheekily, and max felt his whole being seize up.

he’d replayed the scene over and over and over in his mind - hoping for a resurgence, but daniel never said it again.

tonight, daniel kisses up his back, dipping his tongue along the curve of his spine, making max flinch every time his tongue languidly rolls over a notch of his spinal cord. he’s so hard he aches, already repressing the urge to fuck into the sheets so he can be satisfied. “my max,” daniel says, his tongue at the split of his ass cheeks, which makes max grunt and push back into him. “so…”

pretty, max wants to cry out, I’m your pretty boy, daniel.

daniel, instead, calls him greedy, which isn’t a bad shout - because he punctuates the term with pushes his cheeks apart and taking filthy laps of his tongue against the pucker of his ass. max almost comes when daniel shoves his tongue in, his face pressed as close as he can. when he pulls away, max feels his hole dripping with spit, and craves daniel’s cock with a fervour he’s ashamed to articulate.

thank god daniel reads his mind - thrusting into him in that punchy, no-nonsense way he adores. he pushes against max’s knee to angle him so he’s open wider for a deeper, more thorough fucking, until his cock rubs perfectly against that sweet prostate of his and he’s practically sobbing, shuddering into sheets wet with his precum and tears.

daniel doesn’t call him pretty when he comes, but he makes this strangled noise that max thinks will fuel his erotic fantasies for years to come. he gathers the mess of max’s spent body and kisses him for the first time all night.

“mine,” he whispers, eyes so soft and wanting, and max feels his chest grow warm with the tenderness of it all.

he leaves pretty in the dust, and thinks he has a new favourite word after all.

???? WHAT??? WHAT??!!!!

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because you love maxiel, here’s a little brainrot:

he’s already had the man’s shoe in his mouth, for god sake, so really - his dick and his cum isn’t too far-fetched as a next step down the depravity ladder.

max is on his knees in daniel’s driver room, taking him as far as he can go down his throat, tears squeezing at the corners of his eyes. he watches the pleasure blossom over daniel’s face - wide eyes and his parted pretty mouth, chest rising and falling with the effort to not abandon all restraint and fuck max’s mouth the way he wants to.

max hums. he wants him to - wants the thrilling rush of daniel’s hips snapping into him, erratic, desperate. he longs to choke on his cock, to breathe in measured doses - only when daniel withdraws, only when daniel gifts him the relief to suck in air instead of his dick.

daniel’s close now, already curling fingers behind max’s head and pulling him like a puppet - his words slurred, eyes glassy with need. he’s going to come down max’s throat, and max wants - needs - hungers for it.

daniel shouts max’s name when he comes in violent spurts against the sore back of his throat, and max swallows it all as if it were a sole blessing at a communion table.

OH YM GOD WHAT!??

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a little maxiel ficlet inspired by this 💛

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there's nothing wrong with it - max says this so casually, an affront to any laws or ordinances that will hinder what comes naturally to them.

danny squeezes him tighter and grins wide. i can feel something, he quips, and max's laugh fills his whole heart.

he feels something, alright - yearning that twists sweet and low in his belly, a comfort he hasn't felt in the longest time.

later, in his driver's room, max lets himself in, and cups his face that's too thin - because his appetite's been rubbish, his training too gruelling. max traces his cheekbone with the tip of his finger and the intimacy floors him.

there's nothing wrong, he thinks, when he pulls max in for a kiss. nothing wrong for max to moan when his fingers slide down his torso and cup him through his suit - nothing wrong in the way max bucks against him, impatient, face flushed and throat mottled with delicious, red splotches that he is dying to suck on.

he lets max lay him down, chest to chest, stripping him with careful fingers and finding lube to open him up with - fingers that bring only pleasure to him. there's nothing wrong, he tells himself, eyes pricking with raw tears, to let someone take care of him, tell him he's good, he's so so good.

he tells himself it's not wrong to want max's praise. he's been starved of this confidence and self belief for so long - it aches to even see the pride in max's eyes, the way they go dark and wanting when he sinks into him, deep, and it hurts good - a stretching that he grows quickly addicted to. it's not wrong to fuck back into max's thrusts, to whine and whimper for him to fuck him harder - for more.

don't want to hurt you, max grits out, but he wants this brand of pain in a way he can't explain - the good kind of hurt that makes him feel alive and precious and wanted.

max grips him tight, and grinds into him, and the change in angle makes him twist up, crying out in surprise - oh it's good - too good.

he tells himself it's not wrong to feel pleasure - he doesn't need to earn it.

he comes when max does, a shivering mess. max strokes his hair, his face, kisses him like he's afraid of breaking him apart.

too late, he thinks.

he struggles to feel something, alright, but even as max leans his forehead against his and gazes into his broken soul, he has to blink away the despair that rises up like bile - the nauseating, crushing feeling that he just might be beyond repair.

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@moneyymaseyy sorry to clog up your asks as always… I just decided to post it this time 🤭

one | two | ao3

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We almost kissed each other. That was very close. There's nothing wrong with it. Max, and Daniel after his potentially final F1 race (it wasn't ❤️)

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Max normally:

Max with Daniel's shoey sweat:

Q: Max, if you had to choose between a shoey and a durian, which would you choose? A: Oh, a shoey a hundred times! I would drink like one hundred!

Vids: x/x/x/x/x/x/x

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so is anybody going to write the “harry starts dating cedric and when the latter meets sirius he gets the ‘i may not actually have committed the murders i was imprisoned for but do not be deluded for one second that i don’t know thirty-seven different ways to kill a man. i am harry’s godfather hello. he is my entire world’ talk” fanfic or am i just going to have to make it myself

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We stan Dudley for shipping Hedric

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Ahhh!!!! I ship hedric

This couple is very cute to me

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I closed this app one day and just never came back💀

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your body is your best accessory. a physically fit person walking into a room can say so much about themselves without speaking at all. they are desirable because they embody (in a literal sense) the best traits: discipline; integrity; and strength.

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Everything okay?

If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, you are not alone.  

If you are in the United States, please try:

National Eating Disorders Association (support, resources, treatment options)

If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find help lines related to eating disorders for your country. 

For self-help courses on body image and general peer support, please try Koko. 

If you need some inspiration and comfort on your dashboard, follow Post It Forward on Tumblr.

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ghoap or whatever idk the lore …

thanks for 700 followers on tumblr ! :-)

i may be having an art raffle over on twitter when i hit 1k, if anyone’s interested