#it's like the angel and the devil on my shoulders

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny, I'm obsessed with your writing, it's scratching a part of my brain I didn't know could be scratched. Anyway I love it and was wondering if any millionaire shortcake, s'mores, pots de crème and whatever's on the house could be served by Max Verstappen please?

Love <33

bakery menu!!

want to suggest your own order? then check out the menu! i've been slowly getting through the prompts! this has been a fun little one to write! and thank you, thank you for loving my writing. sometimes it's hard to put into my head that people read me work because it's just me in my room haha, so thank you!!

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family." + s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?" + pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo." + on the house: author's choice! (root beer: filming/recording) served by max vestappen (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, leclerc!reader, motorhome sex, rough sex, filming/recording, dirty talk, clothed sex

max looked at you from across the paddock, you were happily chatting with one of the mechanics. max knew you were taking engineering in school, after all racing was in your blood. you were the sister of charles leclerc, the only daughter out of four children.

and after a particularly rough weekend, max verstappen, wanted a little revenge. and while he was a little old for childish pranks towards charles. he was old enough to fuck the only leclerc daughter. as you ended up further through the paddock, your curious gaze was trying to find your brother max soon caught up with you.

a possessive arm got around your shoulder and you yelped. but then relaxed when it was just max. you exhaled deeply and smiled softly, an innocent kind of smile, "max! you scared me." you trusted max, you always did!

you had made the assumption in your head that max was going to shepherd you back to your brother. but, instead you were led further away from where he could possibly be. out of ferrari territory and right in red bull's. he guided you with a hand on the small of your back like a lover. his neck craned towards you as if he was going to kiss you.

"where's char, max?" you asked as you held the front of max's shirt. instead he just kissed you on the face.

"we'll wait in the red bull motorhome. you'll be safe there, treasure." he smiled at you. his voice soft, inviting. revenge coursed through him as he brought you up the steps of the home for the weekend.

his hands were on you a little more intimately once you got inside. you stumbled through the doorway and max pressed his clothed erection up against your behind, "the leclerc's pride and joy. the stray from the pack. you became an engineer and you made them proud. but if they saw you now." he flipped up the tennis skirt your wore and he was greeted with simple blue panties, "you'd be the greatest shame to your family." you were loved by your family and you always thought family was important. but, max's words burned in your minds and took nest in a deeper, darker part of you.

letting your brother's rival fuck the day lights out of you.

"max." you swallowed as he firmly grasped your throat. not enough to bruise but enough to keep you still.

"the accent gets you, doesn't it?" he asked lowly as he rubbed up against you. he thought he'd need to give you the princess treatment and give you a bed. but you quickly ended up over the couch. your blouse was unbuttoned and hung off your shoulders and your panties down your soft thighs.

if charles was a devil on the track, then you were the balance of light. an angel that max was going to ruin.

max admired your soaked cunt for a moment as he palmed himself through his jeans. he licked his lips, and said as he got behind you on the couch, "you look good like this. bent over for me. your little private school probably didn't teach you how to be a good slut. good thing i'm here, because i'll teach you everything."

you moaned as max teased your cunt with his fingers for a moment before he licked the wetness off of them. he undid his belt soon after and got his cock out of his pants. he knew he if he was a better man, he would have no grabbed his phone from his pocket and recorded him slotting his heavy cock into your needy little cunt.

he asked, "how does it feel?"

if a picture is worth a thousand words, then he could probably get a million dollars from the photo. the one he took of your cunt taking his cock beautifully. it made him lick his lips as he started to move against you.

his thrusts were strong and quickly he built up the pace. he was only encouraged by your slutty moans. you sounded like you loved cock. and who was max to deny you that. of course he'd fuck your sweet cunt with everything he got! and let filthy words tumble off his tongue as he worked your achy sex.

"i bet you were popular for all the wrong reason. not because of your smarts of your humor. no, you were popular because you gave it up so easily." max knew that wasn't true. you were notoriously monogamous, it was just words that scratched an itch. but don't worry you're little head, with the slice of heaven that max was feeling. he'd happily fuck you any day of the week.

you fueled his lust, simple as that. now it was your job to satisfy it. as his rough jeans rubbed against your behind with rough movements. he made you feel a pleasurable heat all over.

"i bet you knew exactly how to make the boys squirm. you have a pussy that could be called addictive. i was going to fuck you to blow off steam but now... i know why your brothers wanted you away from the track. you're not but a distraction."

you swallowed and felt the surge through your body. your pulse was quickened and your clothes stuck to your sweaty skin. you had no idea what max had planned for the future. you were his now. he wasn't going to give up having sex with you and let someone else have the chance. not lando, or lance, or anyone else. no one else could stake a claim while he was pushed inside of you.

you groaned through a tense jaw as he continued to hit against the right places. he made you shudder and squirm in all the right ways. you clutched onto the couch as he continued to fuck you with a quick thrusts that made you need more.

"fuck, more! please!" your noises were so sweet that max couldn't help but record them as he fucked you. he caught sight of how lovely, simply lovely, you took his cock. you fit perfectly against him.

you were just a little treat as he continued. he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"it feels good." you gasped as he fucked you. his pace was quick and near erratic. he fucked you with purpose and it left you seeing stars at every chance. he was obsessed with you and you needed him in return. you knew you were close, you heavily panted against the white leather of the couch while he crammed every inch inside of you. he made sure your sweet cunt was filled to the max with him. his cock hit against you and it made you whine for more.

"you feel amazing, fuck, your pussy is amazing." he shuddered and pushed you further up against the couch. your noises, he gripped onto your hips tightly and bounced you up against his cock.

with a few more thrusts, you arched your back. you came around his cock which only made him move faster. he worked his aching cock into you.

"fuck, max!" you yelped and grasped tightly. you felt the after shudders of orgasm. you sounded beautiful and let him just fuck you with a feverish pace.

max was close behind you. he finished inside of you soon after. a few more heavy thrusts and he was spent. he held onto your hips for a moment longer as he slowed to a stop. he kissed your clothed back and rocked against you a few more times before he pulled out. a beady strain of cum connected you two. just as he liked it.

"how was that?" he asked as he pulled out and got his cock back into his jeans. he felt good as he watched you try to collect yourself.

you replied through heavy pants, "really fucking good."

-

"there you are." you heard your brother's voice as you walked through the paddock with max close by. charles took you by the shoulders and away from max, "where did you go?"

you swallowed as you could feel max's cum against the cotton of your panties. you then chuckled as your brother pulled you in for a tight hug, "i think i just got lost. but! max was here to help me." you looked over to the other man.

charles smiled at his long time rival, "thanks, mate." he had zero clue what max did to you. your brother slapped you on the back lovingly, "let's get back towards our end so we can get ready for dinner." then gave max one last look before you both left.

max eyed your behind as you walked away. he wondered for a moment, which school did you go to and how easily could get there. <3

[rubberduckydemonking]

“Semantics~” the fallen angel dismissed the argument with a swift sweeping motion of his hand, “Man, Devil, Fallen Angel…I don’t really care what you call me - I just don’t like having to raise my voice to be heard,”

“Oh-ho, I regret plenty of things…but you don’t want to discuss that, Adam, you just want to roar at me and tear down the city - so please, don’t let me get in your way.” A soft huff of breath escaped his lips as he watched the anger grow and grow before his eyes; this was a ticking time bomb that was hurtling swiftly towards detonation. Lucifer was attempting to buy himself a little time to decide the least apocalyptic course of action.

Suddenly, with a particularly strong swat of Adam’s arm, Lucifer went flying from his shoulder. Well…shit. The king watched as Adam tore straight through one of the buildings. There was a moment or two where the king was in complete free-fall before he transformed into a mighty white, red and gold dragon — he reared up, lodging his claws into Adam and ascending into the air.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that — do you hate all women who spread their legs for me? or just specifically the ones that were married to you? because one of those is long ol’ list of people to hate” Honestly, Lucifer couldn’t help it, the man was so easy to taunt. Part of him hoped that, maybe, if he riled up the man enough he would get it out of his system and they could just fucking talk. The devil carried Adam off, moving them so that they were lingering over a large, sprawling, structure of dark brimstone walls. The infernal palace. “Perhaps more interestingly~ now that I’m single, what if a man were to spread his legs for me? would you hate them too? or is that just a given?”

@rubberduckydemonking

Adam met Lucifer's gaze with a look of utter hatred. Once, long ago, maybe they were friends once. Civil.....friendly. But no more. Thousands of years in Heaven. Thousands of years of having that fucking lying BITCH rub it in his face how she chose that little cocksucker and turned around to fucking poison his wife....

Only to make THEMSELVES the victims....

All those years of rotting completely alone in Heaven. with nobody there for him, had twisted Adam into something utterly disgusting. And now, a sinner in Hell, he wasn't the arrogant angel he had been in Heaven.

Instead, he was angry, ready for a fight. He wasn't going to let Lucifer get him this time, no way.

At the king's words, Adam burst out laughing. It was a noise full of maliciousness and cruelty.

" Are you FUCKING kidding me?! What creation?! All you've ever done is fucking ROT everything because you couldn't just FUCK OFF and leave well enough alone! "

Adam motioned to the cesspit around them.

" If this is your idea of creation than I should have upped the Exterminations earlier. There's no fucking way any of THIS shit is somehow beautiful!"

Easy huh.....Adam's eyes glowed as he snarled. He was still massive, almost hulk-like. Horns like Lillith jutting from his head as he bared his fangs at the king of Hell and the lord of pride.

He looked so much like Lillith, yet the rage in him.....

" I'll never fucking bow to you, Lu. You or that bitch of an ex-wife of mine."

[coolcoelacanth]

the feminine anxiety to think about studying for your exam that you don't care about on monday versus the feminine urge to play stardew valley for 12 hours straight

[lesbiandardevil]

found a new brush so i finished something from five months ago yayy

[bluebugjay]

Inside you there are two wolves

[around-your-throat]

meet-cute

[quirinah]

my files are kind of a nightmare

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Can't go wrong with the classics, right? At least, that's what my uncles said.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I think it'd b nice for Junior to have a chance to have fun with the whole being an alien 2-3 times the size of his human peers, ya know? Just every once in a while!

Halloween is definitely one of those chances, seeing as how he has an excuse to show off that he can carry his friends on his shoulders without it being "weird"

Part 1 & 2 to this

[foundinthevoid]

A devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other!

[imasillygooose]

Here's your daily picture of Jon Matteson

My best friend and I have like 100 pictures like this (and I hate to admit that I'm Jeff in absolutely all of them)

[wazzappp]

I thought those little shoulder advisors were supposed to be small

[silassstingy]

You know who's going to protect Rhea?

Rhea.

I HOPE SO.

i WANT her to protect herself so badly, i do!

but we HAVE been here already, too recently might i add. she HAS protected herself, and she has fought back. but the ganging up on her continues no matter what. it's frustrating to watch!

[christiangeistdorfer]

future teammates RICCARDO PATRESE & ELIO DE ANGELIS at the 1982 BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX

[missinglaterals]

Everybody say hi to the devil and angel on my shoulder. they suck ass at their job

[illiana-mystery]

I love when my faves play... (Pt. 4)

Priests

Father Gabrjel (The Edges of the Lord, 2001)

Bishop Manuel Aringarosa (The Da Vinci Code, 2006)

Outlaws

Silas McCall (ROAR, 2022)

Joe Cribbens (Dead for a Dollar, 2022)

"Outdoorsmen"

Leland Drury (White Fang 2, 1994)

Leonhard Seppala (Togo, 2019)

(I know it's kind of stretching to include Drury but I'm still going to)

Dubious Consciences

The Italian (Drowing in the Shallow End, 1990)

William Pettigrew (Tomorrow You're Gone, 2012)

Stay tuned for part 5! Or go back to part 3!

[namazunomegami]

Lord of the Flies, Gluttonous Queen, Prince of Filth, Prince of Decay, Goddess of Ekron, Lord of Slander, Queen of Pestilence and Famine, The Rotting One

I Solomon said unto him: “Beelzeboul what is thy employment?” And (s)he answered me: “I destroy kings. I ally myself with foreign tyrants. And my own demons I set on to men, in order that the latter may believe in them and be lost. And the chosen servants of God, priests, and faithful men, I excite unto desires for wicked sins, and evil heresies, and lawless deeds; and they obey me, and I bear them on to destruction. And I inspire men with envy, and desire for murder, and for wars, and sodomy, and other evil things. And I will destroy the world.” - The Testament of Solomon