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Poor Things, 2023

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it is a bad day for bella baxter.

Emma Stone in Poor Things (2023) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

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✧ AWARD SEASON PART 1 (2024) - headers ✧ PART 2 here

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Emma Stone as Bella Baxter in Poor Things (2023)

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Poor Things, 2023

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THEY NEED TO LET ME MAKE A FUCKIGNGNFGGG MOVIE

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hello, can you give me headers of the movies society of the snow or poor things, please?

these were fun to make :^}

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Return of the Mad-M. Verstappen

Max Verstappen x fem! Reader

In which Max allows the anger he’s been burying to come through, or Mad Max makes his return..

Warnings?; degrading, kind of asshole max, hair pulling, unprotected sex (A NO NO), talks of throwing things at people, slight George Russel hate (it’s for the plot sorry), use of the word cunt, sorry for any errors I missed!

You weren’t surprised when the helmet went flying across the garage, you’d seen it coming over the past few races.

The way his fists would clench when he returned from another race where he hadn’t made podium, the way he’d curse to himself in Dutch when the fia gave him a penalty they didn’t give to other drivers doing the same thing.

Yes the few wins he’d secured were nice and you were positive that if it wasn’t for them he would’ve blown up a long time ago.

You owed George Russel a thank you basket for pushing him over the edge, the way they’d raced each other the past few weeks pushing max closer and closer to the edge. And finally after George’s dirty moves in the Spanish Grand Prix the anticipated return of Mad max happened.

You were cautious as you pushed open the drivers room door, nobody had even attempted to even approach Max since he’d entered the garage with his lion printed helmet flying at a wall.

“Go away” he grumbled from the small couch in the room, arms crossed as his foot tapped against the floor.

“It’s just me” you announced shutting the door behind you, making sure to twist the lock.

He picked his head up slightly blue eyes scanning over your body, the helmet he so gracefully chucked at the wall in your hand.

“What are you going to do with that?”

You sighed at his attitude, “nothing, picked it up along my way”

He scoffed, “should’ve chucked it at the fucking stewards with that bullshit penalty.”

You sighed setting the helmet down before moving to sit next to him, “unfortunately that would be assault and that’s not something we want. You’re already a point away from a race ban.”

Blue eyes were quick to snap towards you filled with a dangerous hue that you hadn’t seen for a long time.

“They gave me points on my license? You’re fucking joking right?” He snapped.

“I wish I was, it was unfair but they felt like it was intentional.” You sighed.

He scoffed moving to his feet now pacing the room as he removed his race suit, profanities and complaints spewing out as he changed.

Just as he was sliding on his pants a knock sounded at the door, “Max mate we need you for media”

It was Christian, at least they hadn’t sent the poor Pr girl to get him.

“Fuck Media, they can all fuck off and so can you.” Max spat.

You winced at his words knowing they were mean but this is what happens when you provoke an already irritated Lion.

You stood to your feet unlocking and opening the door just enough so you could see Christian.

“I’ll get him out, just give me a minute and he’ll be down.”

“We need him now Y/n” the Brit sighed.

You rolled your eyes at his impatience, “Yeah well that’s not going to happen, give me five minutes and he’ll be down.”

You don’t allow him a response before shutting the door and turning towards your Dutchman.

“I’m not going down there” he laughed but it was dry, mocking, like he could give two fucks about anyone or anything and what they had to say.

“Max”

“No, you want me to do it so bad then go do it yourself. Tell them I don’t give a fuck and it was that cunts fault.” He shrugged spitefully eyes locked on yours.

You walked to where he was now standing by his massage bed large hands gripping the edges in irritation.

“Look I know you’re mad but please just give them something so we can pack up and go home.” You pleaded looking up at him.

The triple header had been long and grueling and all you wanted was to climb into bed with your boyfriend and cats and sleep the next few days away before he was due at Redbull headquarters.

You weren’t paying attention to his hands until one was tangled in your hair angling your head back, a whimper escaping your mouth at the sensation.

“You don’t tell me what to do, got it? If I wanted your fucking opinion I would’ve asked for it.” He spoke sinisterly, eyes sharp and voice deep.

He was quick when he spun you around your front pressed against the massage bed while he pressed into you from behind.

You couldn’t help the way your thighs rubbed together at the feeling of his hard cock against you, the grip he had on your hair sending shocks down to your wet core.

“Fucking slut, this is turning you on isn’t it?” He scoffed.

You whimpered at his words, it was sick how his degrading words made you feel. The way the slick was spreading on the insides of your thighs you both knew he’d find a pool when he reached his hand between your thighs.

And he did.

Max growled at the feeling when he slipped his beneath your sundress, his thick fingers not wasting any time as they slid your panties to the side.

He was rough but you didn’t mind especially not when he slid his fingers inside you, a moan breaking out before you could stop it.

“So fucking needy.”

“I had a bad race and you think you can tell me what to do? Must’ve forgotten your place. But don’t worry baby I’ll remind you.” He smirked.

It was dark and sinister not a drop of sympathy behind those blue eyes and curled lip and you felt it in the way he ripped his fingers from your cunt.

You whimpered at the loss but it didn’t last long before he was pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift go.

It wasn’t long before your dress was bunched up around your waist, panties pulled down just enough for his cock to reach your cunt.

He doesn’t prep you like he usually would. There’s no need to.

You’re soaked, his cock pushing through your dripping folds with ease. And there’s nothing nice or slow about the way his cock splits you open.

“Shit.” You breathe the burn from the stretch of his thick cock was to good, the pain mixing with the pleasure causing your brain to short circuit.

He gives you a little of his cock before pulling out half way and then slamming back into you, his pace brutal as his hand twists in your hair yanking you flushed against his chest again.

His voice is steady when he speaks again, “Take it like the slut you are, always willing to take my cock huh?”

You nod cluelessly the pleasure blinding as your nails dig into the table in front of you, you’re positive there will be rips in the material by the time he’s done with you but you couldn’t care less right now.

“Yeah I know baby, I know. Anything for me to fuck my girl.” He cooed mockingly, voice mean.

He fucks you so deep. Bottoming out with each thrust.

He’s grunting in your ear, deep and raspy just the way you like. You can hear his low curses in Dutch his breath hot on your neck.

You can feel him against you, all over you. His toned chest pressed against you, every thrust of his hips makes your ass jolt from the roughness and pace of the thrusts.

His cock hits your g-spot effortlessly with each thrust, brutal, sharp, unrelenting as he chases his high.

This isn’t about you, he’ll make you cum but you’ll be paying for it later on the plane wether that be on your knees for as long as he says or letting him fuck you until he says you can cum.

You gasp when his lips meet your ear tongue teasing before he nips at it the pain sends jolts of pleasure through your body.

Max chuckles when your cunt clenches around him, you were his dirty slut and he basked in the fact nobody but him knew that.

You cry out when he tugs on your hair, it’s hard and the pain is sharp but there’s no denying the fact you’re attracted to the pain. Not when a moan follows behind it.

“You’re such a whore, act so fucking sweet and innocent but all you want is to be fucked dumb.” He growls voice hot with pleasure but you can still hear the anger lingering.

His accent is thick, one you swear he’s losing some days but not when he’s like this. When he’s got nothing but sex and pain on his mind. No that’s when the part of him he worked so hard to control comes through.

He’s got himself buried so deep inside of you that you feel everything, every vein and ridge on his bare cock.

You sob out as the feeling in your lower stomach grows stronger by the second, your body is so fucking hot, sweat making stands of hair stick to your forehead.

“M-max. Fuck-I’m so close.” You whine body trembling against him.

He grunts at the sound of your dazed voice, “yeah I can feel it. Go ahead and cum for me like a good little slut.”

And you do.

It hits you hard, your mouth drops open but nothing comes out. Your vision blurs as that band in your lower stomach snaps.

You can hear max moaning from the way you’re clenching him, convulsing around his cock just the way he likes.

He starts fucking you harder, hips snapping into you at an ungodly pace as he chases a high of his own.

And you can feel all of it when he does, his strong arms wrap around you caging you against his body as his thrusts grow wild.

He cums inside of you with a low grunt, curses spilling free as he fucks you through his high, body shaking as he comes down.

You two stay like that for a while, allowing each other to catch your breath. You’re still panting when he pulls away hands holding your waist to steady you on your shaky legs.

You’re not expecting him to spin you around so quick but he doesn’t give you much time to think about it before his lips are on yours.

His grip on your cheeks is strong, nails digging into your flushed cheeks puckering your lips on his own as he takes what he wants.

He kisses you like a starved man, it’s hot and heavy, his tongue devouring yours.

And finally when he pulls back he gives you a once over pulling your panties off completely he shoves them in his pocket.

He doesn’t speak a word as he grabs the blue and orange cap sitting at the edge of the massage bed sliding it on his damn head.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes, be packed and ready because we’re leaving.” He states clear as day, not allowing you any room for discussion.

And right before he opens the door he turns back to you, “And don’t put anymore panties on, you won’t need them for the plane ride home.”

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[icelogged]

[polaris-daydreams]

the art of noticing

pairing : benjamin poindexter x reader

warnings : extremely suggestive below read more, not outright explicit in detail (cause im not talented enough for full on smut lol) but just to be safe, don't read if below 18 !! quite a few religious themes/imagery too.

a/n : hii ! i've never written fanfiction before let alone anything spicy but the dex brainrot was too strong so please bear with me. special thank you to @kyamiia for inspiring me and letting me expand on the idea based on this, and to @babyangeldex for being THE sweetest ever with her encouragement, especially on me wanting to write for the first time !! credits for the header images goes to @bullseyelover, THE no1 bullseye fan hi i love you !! hope you enjoy fellow dex lovers <3

dex notices things.

it started even before you guys got together.

dex's eye for details only intensifies when he crawls his way into your heart. your home. your shared home. it was one thing being able to look through the glass of your apartment window, studying your routine. timing his sips perfectly to yours, anticipating that look of bliss when the coffee hit just right. pretending that faraway look and smile out the window was directed to him, reserved for him.

now though, dex doesn't have to be delusional anymore. there's no need to time his drinking with yours because he is making your coffee and spending the mornings with you. he knows just how you like it. he's memorised all your morning routine steps, catalogued every small tick in your face when you eat your breakfast, has your glossy eyes from watching your favourite romcom seared into his brain. he knows how to see that satisfied and "on cloud 9" face. how to be the reason for that pleasure.

when you laugh at dex's poor attempt of a joke, really laugh with your eyes crinkling in the corner, he thinks his heart stops. he thinks this is it. the sound of an angel come to gently lead him towards the afterlife, with the way your laughter wraps around his body like the soft embrace of an angel's wings.

so it makes perfect sense for dex's penchant for noticing to seep into your shared bedroom too. he needs to remember everything, he needs to file away every little sound, every facial expression. keeps it in the folders of his mind, locked away for nobody else to see. only unlocking these memories when he's hard at work, away from his angel. clings to the image of you, the sound of you like a lifeline. counts the seconds down to when he can finally lock up his place of worship again because you're back in his arms. but its not just for himself, to keep his hunger satiated. its for you too. so he can replay your reactions to everything he does and says. analyse what made you feel good. what can make you feel even better. let you float up to the same high he gets from watching you, being with you. don't worry, he'll be there to catch you in his protective embrace when you land back down.

the first time he sunk to his knees for you, he never took his eyes away from you. couldn't bear to, not when your face was so beautifully contorted in pleasure, pleasure he was giving to you. the rising pitch of your voice, the up and down movement of your chest, the low tilt of your eyes to keep that eye contact with him going. when you absentmindedly reach for dex's hair, tugging the short hairs at the back while begging with that sweet saccharine voice of yours,

"pl- please dex, i can't anymore. i need, ohmygod, i need it please, i need you dex"

it takes every. single. cell. in dex's body to not roll his eyes to the back of his skull and finish in his pants then and there. his years of military training, experience as FBI-SWAT all lead up to this moment. to practice that honed skill of restraint. he can't let go until you have, until you've reached that peak. when you do, you collapse backwards with a heaving chest. dex unclenches his bruising (posessive) grip on you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. not to waste a single drop, he licks his hand clean while slowly standing back up from his place of worship.

the sight that greets dex has him believing in God.

your hair is tousled just above your head like a halo.

your eyes that look up at him are completely glossed over, a single tear slowly cascading down the right side of your face.

your smile, oh, your sweet loving smile. directed at him, only him as if he was the answers to your prayers.

those aren't what drives dex over the edge though, oh no.

its you.

you looking like the epitome of an angel.

slowly hiking up your legs, opening them up shyly.

"more? please, dex?"

if this is how dex dies, he believes its worth it.

a/n : thank you so much if you've read to the end <3 !! this is very very beginner so pretty please be nice if you reblog with comments/ramblings, though i'd still appreciate any kind of support with likes/reblogs/comments hehe. (also yes i wrote this on my phone on drafts, and nearly got a heart attack when the draft vanished and accidentally uploaded before i was done so if you saw ... no you didnt)