#for you anon 😘

[maxybabyy]

the wildest loveliest girl

loose sequel to this girl!max fic and this edit 🥵 (also on ao3)

When Max brings it up, Daniel thinks that she’s joking  

No, that’s not true.

The first time she mentions it, her cheek is resting on the inside of his thigh, “I told the guys I will do a stint for the 24-hour Nürburgring stream in Imola.”  

Her mouth is still wet, loose and red from where his cock had just been inside her. Her lips are swollen, and Daniel thinks maybe if he kisses her now, she will taste like him too – and she does.

She comes easy when he coaxes her into his lap, hands spread wide over the skin of her hips, her ass. “That’s nice, babe,” he tells her and takes off her shirt, the fabric tacky between his fingers.

If the world knew about them, if Max cared any less about her privacy, maybe Enchanté would become a Team Redline sponsor. Make an entire line of cropped racing tops and those tennis skirts with built-in shorts that she wears to padel now.

Practical, but so fucking hot.

“GP tells me of course I am crazy, but it will be, I think, so lovely,” Max says, and if it wasn’t for the hitch in her breath, how her thighs squeeze around his wrist, you wouldn’t know he was three fingers deep inside her. “And when we win –“

Daniel feels her come around him, the teeth in his throat, tiny moans silent except for how they make his skin vibrate, his name falling like prayers from her lips as she comes down.

“What then, Max?” He asks, voice soft as he pulls her to his chest, kissing her until she kisses him back, eager. Indulgent.

“It will be so good, Daniel,” she tells him with a grin, kisses him again and then – “Not of course like this, but very good also.”

“Hey, Blake’s asking if you wanna come to the sponsor dinner after quali?”

They’re both lying in bed, still naked with the door closed so the cats won’t sneak in. His sex playlist has shuffled from sexy bangers into something corny that he hasn’t listened to in forever, but Max is humming along and that’s almost better.

“Maxy?” He asks again. His cheek is pillowed on her boobs, so it’s barely a thought to poke out his tongue, licking at the sensitive peak of her nipple. “Dinner?”

Her eyes move from her phone to Daniel’s face, hand frozen on the screen. Her other hand tugs at his hair, fingers tangled in his curls as she hums, “I could of course eat.”

He keeps her eyes on him, closing his lips around her nipple and bites down with the softest of teeth.

“I know, babe. But do you wanna come to dinner with me and the team after quali?”

She’s done it before, prefers it to some of the shit Red Bull usually has her do. At least like this, she gets a nice meal and Daniel is around to do most of the schmoozing.

“When?”

“In Imola,” he tells her and watches how her eyes flutter shut.

“Can’t, ‘m driving.”

Her legs are wrapped around his waist again, and Daniel is quick to fuck two fingers back inside her, thumb on her clit as she whines.

“It’s after quali,” Daniel says and leans up to kiss her, cheek cradled in the palm of his hand as she thrashes in his arms. “Blake already has a car and everything set up so –“

Her orgasm is barely a shiver compared to her first two, teeth sharp as they bite into his lip.

“Fuck,” Max moans and goes loose-limbed underneath him.

Her eyes are closed, and her breaths turn steady, hair spread out across the pillow. Daniel almost thinks she’s fallen asleep when she digs her icy toes into the back of his thigh.

“I’m doing the iRacing event after qualifying, maybe just an hour or two, but.”

Daniel kisses her face, her nose, “But like – in Imola?”

Max leans into his touch, chasing his mouth with hers. They are slow, lazy kisses that leave their lips wet and swollen, and Daniel loves them so much.

“Yes, it is of course online, so I will go from qualifying to the race. And then in the morning maybe before the race,” she tells him and kisses him once more before she reaches for her phone. “Now, what do you want for dinner?”

In the weeks leading up to Imola, Daniel barely sees her.

Max had told him that she would be busy and not maybe respond to texts during the day but if he installed discord, probably she could send him an update sometime.

Daniel doesn’t know if his Mac can even handle that – wouldn’t know how to do it if it could – and decides instead to move into her apartment for a bit. It’s not – they usually stay at her place when they have the time because of the cats.

But they’re not like, living together yet.

Or at least, Daniel still rents a place in Monaco where he keeps the shit he hasn’t brought to her apartment. But it’s fine, real estate is a great investment and all that.

Being physically closer doesn’t change that much. Max is still busy setting up the sim and testing what car they should use in the race.

But at least like this, he gets to see her at night when she turns everything off and crawls into bed with him. He’s there when she comes out of the office to make sure the cats are taken care of and if she can, steal one of them back in with her. He brings her food and a bottle of water when she gets thirsty, rubs her shoulders when the hours in the sim rig leave her body stiff and sore, and coaxes her into the shower just to have another moment alone with her.

One afternoon, he steals her away to play padel with Lando and Alex. The exhaustion doesn’t improve her already shit aim and they only win one round, but Max is having fun.

They’re meant to go to lunch all four of them – maybe George too if Alex can get him to come – but Daniel’s been half-hard since Max poured the rest of her water bottle onto her head, and when she pulls him into one of the private stalls, Daniel comes easy.

If Team Redline didn’t already know they were together, they definitely do now with how many times Daniel has walked in on their video calls to check up on Max.

Today, he comes in with Jimmy in his arms cradled like a baby, hovering awkwardly until Max notices him with a smile, “What’s up, Daniel?”

She taps her keyboard before she twists around in her seat to look at him. She’s not wearing the team shirt, so at least he knows she isn’t streaming, but he can see the tiny video boxes on the screen – the suffocating feeling from 2020 already itching in his throat making him feel ill.

“Just, like. Wanted to make sure this fella’s been fed because he keeps whining,” Daniel says and holds Jimmy closer to his chest. It’s unfair really, to blame Jimmy when he’s been such a good sport, napping on his chest until the incessant need to be close to Max had overtaken him.

Jimmy, probably sensing the offence, wiggles out of his arms and jumps into her lap, sharp nails on pale skin. But Max barely notices, kisses his head and coos, “Hi baby, are you being a cunt to daddy?”

Daniel kicks out his feet, locking his knees to keep him from stumbling to the ground. He fucking hopes Max put the call on mute when he came in.

It’s not like, a sexual thing – not by itself at least. She’s never called him that in bed, and with Jos and their complicated relationship, Daniel isn’t sure that’s something he wants to explore. But like, still.

One day she had just – said it.

Talking to the cats about how he was going back to Australia for a bit and that, “Daddy will be gone so you of course have to be nice to him,” and now she just always calls him that, two fucking hell-spawn somehow adopted by proxy.

Jimmy meows in her arms.

“I think he is so sleepy, he would not even eat right now,” Max says with a frown and kisses the space between his ears.

“Huh, that’s pretty weird,” Daniel tells her lamely and leans down to get a kiss of her own.

“Crane says hi,” Max says with one hand on Jimmy as the other reaches for him.

“Oh, uh –“ he says and squeezes her hand. His other hand twists the length of her hair, pulls it tight around his palm until a noise falls from her lips, like when she’s on her knees for him, sucking his –

It’s getting longer now, her hair. Almost below her chest. So different to how it was when they met, how she wore it when they first got together. Daniel doesn’t really care about how her hair looks, thinks she looks just as pretty with her balaclava on, sweat seeping into her hairline as her face flushes with heat.

“Tell him I say hi back,” he says and waves to the guy he’s pretty sure is Crane. “Alright, didn’t wanna disturb you. Let me know if you need anything.”

Max hums, stretching her neck and smacking her lips until he leans down to kiss her, “’kay, love you, Daniel.”

“Yeah, love you too, babe,” he says and leaves the room with Jimmy still in her lap.

Daniel is a tiny bit tipsy when the car comes to pick him up.

Dinner had gone well. Qualifying had left him with a rush, excited for Sunday, and his good mood had rubbed off on both the sponsors and executives, calling out toasts to the success of the team, Daniel’s future with them, to Max’s chances for tomorrow.

He hasn’t seen her since this morning, swept away by her team to prepare for the race, but he watches her now, the stream pulled up on his phone. He doesn’t have the app, and Twitch keeps crashing and reloading, but there she is in the tiny box in the corner of the screen.

Even in the fucking awful team shirt that everyone wears, Max looks beautiful.

She’s barely visible in her sim rig, tucked away behind the wheel. It’s not unlike how she looks at home, at the factory with GP always close behind. But it feels different to be on this side of it, watching her with 20.000 of her fans, unable to reach out and touch her.

He left his headphones at the track, so he plays the sound over the speakers. But even as he keeps pressing the volume button, he cannot hear Max. When he asks in chat – twice, and then with a donation – Crane just shakes his head, “It’s a live race, mate. What do you want us to do? Should we pop in on her chat with GP tomorrow too?”

It’s not the same, Daniel doesn’t think.

But maybe it is to Max.

Daniel nods to the group of guys dressed in Team Redline merch hanging around the motorhome and goes to slip past them when one of them stops him

“Sorry, mate. No access,” the tallest of them says, a bright orange MV1 hat shoved onto his head.

“What?”

The guy stares back at him, no recognition in his eyes as he makes himself bigger to block the doorway. It barely makes a difference, but Daniel hangs back. “I can’t let you in,” he adds bluntly.

“Are you for real?” Daniel asks.

He’s still dressed for dinner, dress pants and a nice shirt with his jacket hanging over his shoulder. He’s not wearing his fucking paddock pass or the VCARB merch, but his entire outfit is sponsored by Hugo, the brand subtle but visible on his chest. And like, they’re at a fucking F1 circuit. Shouldn’t they at least know who he is?

“Sir –“

Someone pokes their head out of the door and looks at Daniel, looks at the other guy with a sigh before he pushes the door wider and gestures for him to come in, “Daniel, right? Come on in.”

“Cheers, mate,” Daniel says as he shuffles past the group.

“I’m Jack, I work with Max and Team Redline. It’s nice to finally meet you,” the man says, and Daniel does vaguely remember the name from one of their conversations about the stream. “Max’s still online but it shouldn’t be long now. The mic has quite the range but if you stay here, the camera cannot see you.”

“Thanks, man.”

Jack slips away to take a phone call, so Daniel watches from the doorway as Max parks the car, relaying information to the guy driving the next stint.

“I will – tomorrow, I will do another stint. Before of course the race. Yeah, good luck!” Daniel must make a noise because she turns to the door and beams when she sees him standing there. “Daniel!” She says and reaches for him.

She melts into his arms when Daniel touches her, head heavy against his chest. Her groan is muffled against him, and Daniel knows she must be tired. He’s just about to nudge her towards the bed shoved in the corner of the room when Jack walks back in.

“Crane is asking if you’re coming on stream, do a little interview maybe?”

Max’s body shakes with an exhale. Her hand curls in the fabric of Daniel’s shirt and he moves with her pull until he’s sat almost in her lap. “Fine,” she finally says. “But only five minutes.”

“Did it go well?” Daniel asks when Jack leaves again. “I watched a bit in the car, you looked good.”

“It was good I think also,” Max says as a wide smile breaks out on her face. “The other car had of course some problems but it is –“ Her hand wobbles in the air, weaving through the other like traffic.

“Yeah? I’m proud of you, Maxy.”

Max’s face softens and she reaches for him, pulling him down for a kiss. Her lips are dry and taste so much like Red Bull that he knows she probably hasn’t had anything else to drink tonight. But’s it good, tastes like Max. His tongue licks into her mouth, hand playing with the tacky fabric of her shirt when there’s a noise from her headphones.

“Hey Max, you’re still on cam.”

Daniel feels how she freezes in his arms before she leans back to glare at the camera. And there, in the tiny window in the corner of her screen, is a man watching them back. But she doesn’t move away, keeps herself pressed against Daniel.

“The stream is down so it’s just me and the guys, but I thought you should know.”

“Next time probably you should start with that,” Max says as her eyes roll to the back of her head.  “Okay, I will leave then, see you tomorrow, Crane.”

“He’s kinda intense,” Daniel says when Jack leaves for the night.

“Hmm? No, he’s fine, I think,” Max says, distracted as he kisses her face, her cheek, her lips.

Daniel goes down on his knees, mouth wet on her skin as he kisses down her body. He shoves the fucking Redline shirt out of the way and touches her boobs with gentle hands, mouth chasing the noises that fall from her lips. She’s wearing a flimsy pair of shorts, soft and silky, and maybe she already knew she would go straight to bed after. Now, Daniel drags them down her legs, teeth teasing the tender skin of her inner thigh.

“Daniel,” she begs and buries her hand in his hair.

“Of course, Maxy.” So he puts his mouth on her and licks into her, wet and swollen, the taste of Max so heavy on his tongue.

She’s always been responsive, loud and direct in what she wants, shifting her hips to press into his mouth. How she moves him by his hair until she’s grinding onto his face. But he loves her like this too, lovely and oh so soft. Her body light with pleasure as she loses herself in the feeling.

He slips two fingers inside her, wet and warm, and he thinks if she wasn’t about to come, he would taste her there too. His jaw aches but Max shivers against him, her cunt clenching around his fingers until she falls apart.

Max is already up when Daniel wakes.

He watches her with tired eyes back on the sim, sipping another can of Red Bull as she talks in clipped words with her race engineer.

She had been almost liquid in his arms when he had moved them to the bed the night before. Had clung to him desperately as he had fucked her through another orgasm, the tiny bed barely big enough for one of them.

On the brink of sleep, he had watched her pull out her phone and put on the fight, balancing the screen against his head where it rested on her chest.

“Go to sleep, Daniel,” she had shushed him softly, one hand touching his cheek as the other turned down the volume until he could almost pretend it wasn’t there.

Daniel doesn’t know when the fight ended or how long she had stayed up after, but she doesn’t look tired, drives with the same steady confidence that has won her three titles and more wins than either of them had ever dreamt of.

His phone buzzes with a call from Blake.

He doesn’t know how much the mic would pick up, so he doesn’t answer it, typing out a quick reply that he’s on his way instead. He redresses in yesterday’s clothes and runs a hand through his hair, trying to make himself look somewhat decent on his way out.

Max must notice him moving around because she takes a second to smile at him off-camera, eyes soft as she slow-blinks at him.

“Love you, see you later,” he whispers and blows her a kiss.

Daniel doesn’t need to look to know that she’s leading the race, the Team Redline boys chatting excitedly when he walks past them, but he does anyway, pulls up the stream and watches her build up another winning gap.

[bittsandpieces]

I wanna get in your mind and open up pandora's box

[k1ll3rqu33n]

[humblepoet26]

Boobs of the day? maybe today is the day? XD

[fure-dcmk]

For someone who doesn't want heishin endgame, you sure do make some good heishin! Thanks for the food! 💞

don't get it twisted i do want heishin endgame but my brain works in mysterious way as illustrated below

[sunshinebingo]

You are loved and amazing 💖 What’s your favorite thing about Gwynriel/Elucien?

Thank you so much anon 🥺 you are so sweet!!!

Both Gwynriel and Elucien just really fit perfectly together...

✨Gwynriel✨

They both sing

Azriel being surrounded by dark shadows and Gwyn glowing

The religious element of the angel of death and the priestess

Both being carynthians

Both preferring to die alongside those they love

Both having faced ordeals that have led them to question their worth

Their personalities that has made for a fluid connection and banter

Etc ...

✨Elucien✨

The heir of the court of sunshine and Elain needing sunshine

Lucien’s eye (I forgot what exactly he said in canon but I know there's some magic to it) and Elain being a seer

Both being social beings

Both having lost what they considered the love of their life (not sure if Elain was utterly in love but she wanted to marry graysen and clung to his ring so there has to have been some deep feelings)

Both having also lost what they considered their home under terrible circumstances and having had to adapt to new environments

Both being overlooked, especially among siblings who seem to be louder or bolder in some ways

Etc ...

Of course there's so much more. If anyone reading this wants to add more please feel free to do so 😉

[garpen]

@the-real-garpen

oh !

[daisychainsandbowties]

It doesnt matter which AU or gender identity, Ava is a total simp for Beatrice, thats just a fact

what i love about writing ava is (everything) but also god yes how absolutely incredible it is to write her when she’s looking at bea. when she’s in the same room or the same galaxy, when they’re laying on the sofa in a spaceship talking about a spider book or when bea’s crawling in through her bedroom window after an escaped pokemon.

i think ava in general is such a delight to write 🥰💖 everyone knows i like her with lilith too, and maybe most of all with bea and lilith, but i also just love ava. i would love her if she was a worm

she’s maybe the character of all time to me m. it doesn’t matter if she’s a little lost jedi or a chess prodigy or a child of poseidon or if she’s bea’s homoerotic bodyguard boyfriend or if she’s a fucking space probe - if ava’s a girl or a boy or neither or both or nobody’s fucking business actually - i think she’s beautiful and luminous and she reminded me back in 2020 that i could feel joy again, that i could kiss my reflection and run on the beach. that i could get the girl and i could fall very gently in love in the middle of a not-so-gentle world.

so yeah 🤝 no matter what, ava is someone i’ll never get tired of writing because her perspective reminds me that you can lose so much time to hatred & fear & accident & neglect and you can still come back again and again and there’s always something out there, always the next sunrise, always the next time you open your eyes or your mouth or touch sand or kiss someone. it’s the way she comes alive with a scream and the way she walks toward death with her head held high because she loves, and is loved, and knows that she’s worthy of it

[kelin-is-writing]

people like your domestic dabi headcanons because they're the goddamn best, and I hope you feel better about your exam :( but I don't think I've slid something horny in your inbox in a minute, idk how to make people feel better so maybe a distraction will help????💕

Dabi sees you at your desk on a phone call, and at first you think he's being sweet, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a kiss on the top of the head.

That is, until he starts leaving kisses on your neck, and his hands start moving towards your chest. kisses make way to hickeys and he's groping you under your shirt, pinching at your nipples. All the while you're just chatting away on the phone trying to pretend you don't want to gasp. Honestly, you may be doing it on purpose, you DO love when he gets riled up. ..

And it's working, he raises an eyebrow at you and circles your chair. You can see the moment he gets an idea as his eyes light up, putting a finger to his lips and saying "shh" with a smile somewhere on the border of cheeky and devilish.

Since it's just you two at home, half the time neither of you can be bothered to wear pants and that's very clearly working in his favor right now. He kneels in front of your chair, making eye contact with you and starts to run two fingers over your clothed slit, just gently tracing. He has to suppress a groan as he realizes how damp your underwear is getting just from something this simple.

He pushes your underwear to the side, practically salivating at the sight. He gives you no warning as he starts eating you out like a man starved, relentless on your clit. Eventually he adds his fingers and curls them just right to the point he knows you're seeing stars. Soon you do let out a moan..and another.. and another, and he has the most smug look on his face, he doesn't stop until you've come twice back to back and you're shaking, pushing his head away because it's too much.

He looks so proud of himself, you don't know if you have the heart to tell him.....

The phone call ended only a minute or two after he arrived.......

He was so distracted by the task at hand, staring at the beautiful expressions you make, and the delicious way your back arches off the chair, that he never realized you stopped talking.

oh he is so getting you back for this later. But you like when he gets riled up, don't you?

-🎃💖

listen...

LiStEn–

LISTEN—

all this has really no business at all being SO. DAMN. HOT.

and look... LOOK—

+18 MDNI

dabi x fem!reader

the way dabi would be super disappointed, literally pouting, when you tell him that the call had ended right after he came. boy really wanted to put on a show for whoever was on the other side of the device, not caring one bit if they realized you were getting magnificently ate up by your boyfriend, he would actually take pride on it.

but then a little lamp lights up inside his brain: you had played him with that.

how dare you play him with that and then act like it wasn’t a big deal? ohh he was going to get back at you so bad, dabi was going to make you cry.

“since you think mocking me it’s funny, i’ll show you something hilarious.”, the villain threatened with darkened face, eyes filled to the brim with such lust, hunger and dominance that it made you let out a nervous giggle as he got closer to the bed where you were sitting on.

after that warning he has been, first of all, fingering you for good until you weren’t completely drenched, almost making you reach your orgasm but ack–! that’s exactly when he stopped his ministration, leaving you a panting mess.

dabi then started to thrust hard into you, grabbing onto the headboard to push his dick deeper into your sopping pussy, husky groans leaving his mouth past his gritted teethes as your loud moans kept riling him up. when he noticed your walls clenching around his shaft, the raven haired boy stopped his thrusts and slid his cock out of your wetness.

the moment you gave him a confused look, he grinned widely “bad girls don’t get their reward so easily, princess.”, he rested an hand on your hip positioning you on your side before laying behind you, dabi then grabbed your upper leg with one hand lifting it up to stretch your pussy out and without a warning at all he thrust balls deep into you, a choked out moan leaving your throat from that sensation you yearned for coming back, he let out a restrained moan that came into the sound of an hum “god– hmpf! are you listening to yourself? letting out such cute lewd meowls for me– argh! i’m so fucking honored...”, he’s so annoying really, but damn was he doing you so good; the vigorous and lavish drags of his dick long your velvety walls were just so fantastic it made tears build up to your eyeline.

when he angled his hips lower and bucked them up against your ass, the tip of his dick hit right there a spot inside your pussy that completely knocked the air out of your lungs for a few seconds “a-ahh! dabi! ri-right there!”, oh god! yes! that was it! your orgasm has started to building up once more! it was near! so damn close! you were starting to get dizzy from the sensation that was running all over your body, but just when you were about to cream all over his cock, dabi pulled out making you whine loudly and childishly in complaint.

this was the second time he denied you an orgasm! he was seriously being too much right now!

“what is it my precious? are you perhaps feeling... wronged?”, the villain questioned acting like he didn’t know why you just whined, a lifted eyebrow and shit-eating grin on his lips that pissed you off even more. snorting he rolled on his back giving you a cocky stare “if that’s the case, then why don’t you come and get what’s yours?”, at that clear challenge you felt peeved by the tone with which he said it, resting your eyes on his erected dick though you completely melted and nearly drooled at the sight of your juices coating it so beautifully, pussy clenching around nothing as you crawled to him and threw a leg over his waist, straddling him.

“stop mocking me...”, you blurted pouting with deeply frowned eyebrows resting your hands over his abs, hips lifted, ready to lower yourself on his manhood and finally reach your precious climax. dabi smirked wolfishly as he rested his palms on your waist, holding tight onto it “serves you right... baby!”, he growled at the end before slamming his whole shaft inside of you so hard that you tumbled forward, falling onto his chest with a loud moan as he thrusted at relentless pace inside of you while his face was now buried on your neck, dabi’s hot breath fanning it before he licks it, leaves a brief kiss and then starts sucking onto the skin harshly.

you nearly choked on your spit when he added to all of it a spank that made your ass cheek burn, then suddenly— the ringtone of your phone went off from the bedside table where it was resting on.

he turned to it with a pissed expression, while you stared in its direction not actually seeing whatever your hazy eyes were looking at, too focused on the tip of your boyfriend’s dick hitting repeatedly your cervix and busy letting slurred moans run past your gaping mouth, tongue slightly lolling out from all the overwhelming pleasure.

the raven haired boy then had a brilliant idea that made a brief laugh come out of the back of his throat, a thrilled smirk curling up his lips as he grabbed your phone never stopping thrusting into you.

that made you snap out immediately from the limbo you were in, until now, and look at him alarmed “no–! wait! ahhn! dabi don’t–! it’s my b-oh-ss!”, shit, he was smirking full teethes now, that wasn’t a good sign, at all.

“if you answer him without moaning through out the whole call, i’ll let you orgasm.”, dabi instructed pressing his thumb onto the accepting call button, intensifying his gaze on you as he continued “on the contrary, if you let out even just a little tiny moan, i’ll edge you all night sweetie.”, he cackled at your horrified expression as his hips gave a particular sharp thrust that made you restrain a moan, scrunched up pained face as the pleasure was about to make you let out a sob “three, two, one– go.”, at that you widened your eyes, cursing through your teethes as he accepted the call giving the device to you.

“h-hello? yes– i’m free right now...”, at your answer dabi snorted, getting a glare and silent scowl from you that faded away immediately as he slowed his pace, dragging slowly his dick long your walls in smooth waves, making your brain all mushy “i put that document– in the main folder... i’m sure of it yeah...”, you kept answering panting silently while leaning closer to dabi’s face, heart-shaped eyes completely dazed as they looked back into his turquoise lusty ones, your hips moving to meet his thrust making his breath hitch inside his throat “yes– that one...”, the villain sticked out his tongue licking your upper lip squeezing one of your butt cheeks while his other hand slid to the small of your back, feverish gaze glued to yours “yes... i copied it in the usb too...”, you kept answering, but his slow thrusts were so not enough for your sexual appetite right now that in that moment you just couldn’t control your face anymore; you looked straight into dabi’s eyes pleading him with yours, eyebrows trembling from how needy you were, while biting down on your bottom lip.

then your walls clenching around him like a vice, made the boy’s last nerve snap and in a metter of second “wooah?!” “y/n? everything good there?”, dabi flipped you over, your back pressed against the mattress while your hand’s grip loosened around the phone, his index right away going on the red button “that’ll be all boss-san~”, beep, the call was done and your legs were now over his shoulders as he started to pound roughly into you groaning, your moans finally filling up the room once again, even louder than before.

his half-lidded eyes looked down your way, so beautifully spread under him as you whimper and moan his name, completely drunk on his cock.

god he adores that lovestruck look inside your eyes so fucking much.

“good girl, i’m gonna reward you all night.”

and so he did.

[maxybabyy]

destiny in repetition, in symmetry max/charles | 3k | mature

Charles jumps in the harbour with Fred and lets the water wash him clean. Baptised in Port Hercules surrounded by his team – Charles’ objects of worship for once compatible. He resurfaces, reborn with a purpose. His head feels light from the champagne, from the praise that hasn’t stopped, and if he was any less vain, he would hate it more. “Congratulations again, Charlie,” Max tells him after, voice soft – private. or, Charles wins in Monaco.

[evie-writes-sometimes]

its a fucking saree idiot

even I know i am not indian

Oh but darling, I am (also rather racist of you to assume only Indians wear sarees, when there's more countries in South Asia than just India, but I digress). And sarees are characterised by a long dupata wrapped around your body like this.

While lehengas are a three piece (gagra/long skirt, choli/blouse and a seperate dupata which you can wear as you please).

Of course, there are many variations of both and can sometimes overlap. I assume that you're talking about this SN post where I called it a 'lehenga' in the tags, which is not a saree, although it is a fair assumption. But the model is wearing an uncharacteristic cape and her dupata is a seperate piece, making it a lehenga, not a saree.

Next time choose a struggle anon 😉 either be a fool (talking about a topic you clearly do not anything about) or a coward (sending this on anon probably because you knew your own arrogance and lack of expertise could bite you in the ass, which it did).

[naidje]

ignore that fuckin chump anon. real naidje fans develop micro crushes every day and simply soldier on

i cannot be crushed, im too powerful

[texasbama]

More Ryan as a little treat 🥰❤️

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Boi you so handsome and sexy and your tits 😍😍😍 and your face and your ass and

[the-kr8tor]

imagine babying Hobie i feel like it would be cute 💔

Big tough punk thinks he's immune to your snuggles but with just one hand gently scratching his scalp or with just one "c'mere" he'll be like 🫡 on it

Sometimes it's not just cuddles it's making his favourite dish, preparing a bath or helping him vent about an asshole villain who ripped his leather jacket ☹️

[mirabellemoira]

Their relationship is still toxic. Jace used another poor girl and said Baelas name in bed with her, so he used the other girl as a hole and pretended she was Baela. He said something horrible to Baela and then went off and was happy with another woman. Now he comes back and she instantly forgives him? Jacaela is the only healthy relationship in the show and you made them toxic losers

Nothing but respect for MY KING AND QUEEN of the nasty stinky toxic Jacaela club 😍😍😍😍😍😍