#please don’t look too closely

[captain-rickbond]

King Philip the Second of Spain

of Spain

[sequinsandfins]

Just a tiny ficlet where Daniel leaves Lewis a voice note after qualifying. Just leaving this here @onboardsorasora Rated e.

Lewis is in a horrible mood. Post qualifying debrief did little to ease his frustration.

When he finally makes it back to his drivers room after his media responsibilities, after the apologetic looks from his team, he rips off his team top and flops down onto the couch.

Reaching for his phone he supposes he’d better make an Instagram post. He’s confronted by several messages from friends and family, and a voice note from Danny which is accompanied by the text ‘listen when you’re alone.’

Lewis is curious, so he opens the message and hits play on the message. Daniel’s voice soon fills the small room, “Lew, fuck, I’m sorry man, I wish I was there to make you feel better…” there’s a pause, “What can I do to make you feel better?” Danny’s voice is pitched lower and it sends a spark of arousal through Lewis.

Shit, he can’t be listening to this on speaker. He closes out of his messages and grabs his headphones. He knows he probably looks ridiculous, laying back on the couch, his race suit still hanging off his hips, bare chested without his shirt on anymore, and giant headphones adorning his head. But he doesn’t care, the anticipation of what is on the rest of the message has him connecting the headphones to his phone and then hitting play on the voice note once more.

He listens to the start of the message again, and this time when Daniel asks what he can do, Lewis lets one hand fall to his hardening cock, the other flirts across his chest, catching a nipple and twisting it slightly.

Lewis listens to the slight hitch in Daniel’s voice, the sound enveloping through his headphones. He knows what that means, and he squeezes himself in response. “I could kiss you?” Daniel is saying, “Softly. Would a kiss make you feel better? God I miss your kisses sometimes, drive me crazy wanting you, just from your lips on mine.”

Lewis bites his lower lip as he starts to stroke himself slowly, letting Daniel’s words run over him, remembering what it was like to have him in his room, on his lap. Danny gasping into Lewis’ mouth as he would shudder with anticipation.

“But I need to make you feel better. So would you like me on my knees? I can make it so good for you. Fuck, I love getting your cock in me any way, in my mouth, in my ass.” Daniel groans in a way that makes Lewis desperate to know what he’s doing, if he’s touching himself, opening himself up. “Miss you fucking me. Would that make you feel better? Having me under you? Or on top of you? Fuck, did you want me to ride you? You can lay back and make me do all the work?”

Lewis is fully hard now, the visual Danny is creating is overwhelming him, and he wants that, wants to be buried deep inside him, instead of his own fist. “Shit Lew, no one’s fucked me like you, you’ve always been the best. You are the best, my world champion, so good, so good at what you do.” Danny is starting to ramble and Lewis knows he’s close so he starts to speed up his strokes. “Fuck, I need you to fuck me, I need you in me, need you to make me come. No one makes me come like you, not even Max.”

Fuck. Lewis’ orgasm punches through his body at those words. His come splashes onto his race suit, slicking up his hand, and he keeps stroking his now over sensitive dick, because he knows Daniel isn’t done yet.

“Fuck Lew, Fuck. Fuck me, I want it to be you, not my own fingers, need you to fill me up, fuck.” Daniel groans and Lewis’ feels a second orgasm shudder through his body, as a dribble of come spurts out of his softening cock.

Daniel is breathing heavy through the recording, “Baby, do you feel better? Was I good for you?” Daniel’s breathing evens out and Lewis can hear him start to chuckle, “Don’t know if that beats you making me feel better after Singapore, but I hope it helped. Get back up, keep fighting. I believe in you.”

The recording ends and Lewis grabs his phone with his clean hand. He takes a quick photo of him, cradling his soft cock, come still covering his hand and sending it to Danny. He then wipes his hand on his race suit and opens Instagram to post a story.

[mildcrow]

my sillies

[kokoasci]

watched alien stage :(

[rowynri]

i decided to mess around a little with colors!! i hope it doesn’t look too muddy :’D anyways!! spirit tracks link and zelda my beloved,,,,

[linkito]

[hhau] just two guys who weren’t up to anything at all! don’t worry about it! 😇

silly dialogue versions under the cut:

(they totally remembered they were having company.)

[sleepytownzzz]

family portrait of sorts with the wolf brothers + the lovely little shroom girl

[under-a-shady-ash-tree]

DC crossover with Daredevil and The Punisher where Frank refuses to stop calling Matt “Red” despite the fact that Red Hood and Red Robin are right there and everyone is very confused

[rowanisawriter]

Thanatos smells it before he sees it, the blood, the iron scent of it filling the air between them. He feels his feet hit the ground as he leans in for a closer look. Blood, red and thick and bright, droplets of it pooling to the surface of Zagreus’s palm, reflecting the embers that rise from the laurels in his hair. Something strikes Thanatos then, in his chest, an uneven feeling. If he didn’t know better, he would call it fear.

from reaching

thank you, beloved ana @littlewitchbee for this gorgeous art and for indulging me while i rant about hades near constantly 🩶

[syadoodles]

KAVEH BIRTHDAY!!!

[cr3ntist]

“Well ain’t that just the most…”

I recently discovered @partycoffin’s Welcome Home, and have fallen in love!! love these guys and needed to draw Wally. alternate versions below

[aachria]

I did literally all of these last night and this morning in a fit of rage because I realized I didn’t do any art for the entirety of this arc.

So here I guess, we got Ed and Nami’s new bling, the struggle of heels, platonic smoochin’, and being saved by your babygirls.

[queenoforeos]

“M- my fingers… my hands… why won’t they move…?”

“I- I can’t read this… any of this…”

“I…”

“What’s… happening…?”

(trying out a slightly different art style it will get better trust just bear with me)

[delineate-creates]

Day 14: Castle

The smart thing to do, he knew, would be stay behind the blockade. Perhaps even dropping to the ground and playing dead would have been wiser than what he did next.

He could practically feel Zabini’s glare drilling into the back of his head.

(They had come for Hogwarts.)

Harry stepped out into the open.

“Who,” he returned, tone incisive, “are you?”

•

From chapter 20 of @ambivalens999’s Of Kings, Of Pawns, and Of Men

[liedende]

Muddied

[vvenuspng]

u ever jus think abt that fucking horse hoodie