#i love maxi shush

[ninjagocrohw]

cpu really does not know how to maxi....

an updated form of this post, where i used soul cal 5 and my ipod :P

[httpsserene]

I have been having SUCH a thought since the Thigh Riding, and I NEED to tell you.

We know reader has been loving Max and Charles’ thighs, but have you seen those silicone thigh toys? They’re basically ridged pads you strap to your thigh and…well you can guess what they do with them.

I just- I feel like it would elevate it, their sweet girl opening up to the world of toys whilst in the comfort of something she loved.

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 | 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 | 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞: 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞

summary: all my (terrified and oversensitive) homies hate vibrators!! max and charles introduce you to something better.  content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. vibrators. thigh riding. sex toys. non-penetrative sex. edging. praise kink. corruption kink. dom/sub undertones. coming untouched. sub!charles. sub!reader. dom!max. pairing: max verstappen x charles leclerc x fem!black!reader word count: 2.4k words.

author’s notes: this is from december 2023, jesus christ. about fucking time right, @vetteltea? this has been haunting me in my sleep ever since this hit my inbox, now it’s y’all’s problem too < 333 psss, next post will either be toasty part two (toto) or a smau xxx

(if you’re unsure about what these specific thigh toys are, don’t worry, i would link an example but idk if that would get me put in tblr jail and i’m on thin ice with my mentions, tags, and even dms not working :| look up “grinding pad sex toy” to get an idea of what i’m referencing in this fic. )

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You’ve deeply repressed the memory of your orgasm-deprived outburst that kick started your sexual exploration with Max and Charles. Vaguely, you can remember saying that you possibly considered the thought of buying a vibrator to get yourself off since riding your pillow wasn’t enough anymore.

[…you’ve become depraved enough to consider buying a vibrator, but all packages delivered to this apartment have to be approved by max or charles to be sent up, and you’re definitely not bold enough to go out and buy one (and risk being seen by one of their fans or have to physically talk to someone to buy one)...]

[…you seem to have missed the fact that you sent their minds reeling and continue venting, “i don’t know what to do, maxy!  i’ve been doing the same thing, and it’s NEVER failed me before. it’s cruel that it stopped working when you guys left me for more than a month! no matter how i did it–if i did the exact same things i’ve always been doing, or tried something new, nothing worked! i was literally just considering buying a fucking vibrator! a vibrator, charles, i’d rather run naked in the street than buy that online and have to put in this delivery address–”

charles gently presses finger against your mouth, shushing you. he pulls you into a deep hug, rubbing a hand up and down the length of your back , the motion pacifying you. he hums, and it vibrates through his chest to yours, “mmm, we’re home now, mon ange. there’s no need to run in the streets naked–” “definitely not,” max jumps in, reacting possessively at the implication of other people seeing you undressed. charles rolls his eyes and continues (like he’s not just as jealous as max), “or buy a vibrator. i know it must be so frustrating…”]

Charles was right. You didn’t have to go streaking or buy a sex toy to get off, your boyfriends took care of you. That night, you were satisfied by riding Max’s thigh. Then a few days later, you learned how to pleasure your men with handjobs. A couple of days after that you were fingerfucked into an altered mental state, then followed up with watching Charles cum untouched as Max ate him out. You had Max’s mouth on you next and weeks later in a Spanish villa, you allowed them to take your virginity.

The five days you three spent in that villa were filled with pleasure, as Max and Charles fulfilled every request of yours without question. In bed, on the sofa, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the hot tub to the bathroom shower, horizontally, vertically, parabolically, from dusk to dawn—the two years of relationship you had without sexual intimacy had been put to rest. The understanding, the vulnerability, and the trust rooted within everyone had led to that moment. It was worth it.

So, one would understand your confusion when Max drops the idea of sex toys in conversation with you and Charles on a random morning. With an audible noise of confusion, you tilt your head up at him adorably, and genuinely question, “Why would I use a toy when I have you two?” Your tummy tightened when that sentence caused Charles to look at you with dripping molten eyes and Max’s mumbled grumble about corrupting your innocence goes unheard. Minutes later, you were bent over the kitchen island, the skirt of your sundress shoved up around your waist, and your white panties dangling off of one ankle as they took turns eating you out. Needless to say, you forgot about the subject of conversation the moment they knocked your legs open.

Eventually, they do manage to have a chat about toys without it devolving into sex. 

“Schat,” Max grabbed your attention, the clink of his silverware resting on his plate further interrupted your focus on spinning pasta onto your fork.

“Yes, Maxy?” you responded, meeting his eyes with a smile.

“After this discussion, we will never bring this up again if you are adamantly against the idea,” you brought your fork to your lips, munching away with a look of puzzlement, the Dutchman continued, “But, Charlie and I were talking…and we think, that—with your approval, of course—that there’s a chance you may enjoy experiencing and learning about sex toys, and how good they can make you feel. As long as either one of us is using them on you—and, with your hatred of them—they’re also not vibrators.”

You choked on your pasta, Charles making a noise of surprise as he rushed forward to pat you on the back.

Airways now cleared, you looked at Max with watery eyes, “There was not enough foreshadowing to let me know where the conversation was going. And, fuck vibrators. They are way too strong.”

The Monegasque’s eyes brightened with humor, “Hm. I think vibrators are nice, especially when they’re in Max’s hand.”

“You’re a menace and a freak,” the older man responded, “And she’s chronically sensitive. Don’t tease.”

Charles tugged at one of your curls, chuckling as he saw the brown skin of your cheeks redden.

“I mean,” you paused to play fight with your boyfriend, batting his hand from your hair cutely, “You guys haven’t been wrong with anything you’ve introduced me to. If you think that I might enjoy something…I guess I can try it. And, you’ll stop if I tell you to, right?”

“Always, mon ange.” “Of course, liefje.”

“Okay, then. I just don’t think there’s a toy that I’ll like?”

A smirk spread across Max’s lips when he glanced over at Charles, like they knew something you didn’t. His blue eyes were alight with humor as they looked back at you, “Let us worry about that.”

You did such a good job of letting your boyfriends “worry about sex toys” that you ended up forgetting the conversation happened. Until tonight, when you walked into your bedroom to see Charles on the bed completely naked, save for—what appears to be, a pink silicone pad strapped around his tanned, muscular thigh.

You freeze in the doorway, mouth parted, struggling to process the sight in front of you. The brunette is ruined. His hair is damp with sweat, strands of curls stuck to his forehead, and green eyes moist with dried tear tracks painting the ruddiness of his cheeks. His lips are bitten red, swollen, and moist with his spit—Max’s too. The bruises start on his collarbone, deep red marks brush along his clavicle and pecs, and there are visible imprints of teeth around his right nipple. Traces of Max’s unforgiving grip are painted on his waist, thumbprints obvious to your eyes. His cock looks painful; burning red, twitching randomly, the vein on his underside raised, and precome has been leaking out of his tip for a while if the puddle by the base is any telling. 

Employing his skill for perfect timing, the en-suite door opens, and Max steps into the room with a bottle of lube in his hand. 

“Charlie?” Max coos, walking over to the delirious man, pouting sympathetically when the brunette’s head falls forward to rest on his hip, ruffling his hair and scratching along his scalp. “Aren’t you going to thank our pretty girl for putting an end to your torture?”

“–rci, merci,” the exhausted man mumbles messily. Max hums in content, dropping the lube on the bed and gesturing for you to come closer. Tripping over your feet in haste to follow his order, you ask softly, “How long have you had him like this?”

“Around forty-five minutes,” Max shrugs, dismissively, “He was getting too excited as we waited for you to join us.”

Swallowing shakily, you inquire, “Excited about what?

“Your new sex toy.” 

You gasp and Max’s eyes flutter across your face as he gages your reaction. Max sees you shift on your feet and casts look downward; your thighs are pressed together for friction—you’re aroused.

“Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, Max.”

The Dutchman smiles at you, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, and leans forward to press a multitude of chaste kisses on your lips, laughing lowly when you whine with displeasure as he ignores your attempts to deepen them. “You’re being so brave for me. Take your clothes off, pretty girl.”

Bare in the blink of an eye, you look at your older boyfriend for his next direction.

“Our Charlie,” Max starts, helping the fucked-out man sit up straight, “Has been so kind to volunteer his thigh to you. Strapped around it,” he pauses to slap his hand down beneath the toy, smirking at Charles’ delayed yelp, and squeezing the meat of his muscle warmly, “Is a ridged silicone pad designed to simulate the vulva and clit as you grind. The waves and spikes of silicone are malleable and soft,” Max drags his finger across them demonstratively, “and are smooth and bouncy as you slide across it, allowing for a continuous rubbing sensation—I did my research.”

Giggling nervously as your eyes flicker between Charles’ cock and the daunting pink slab of plastic, “I can tell. Um—I just ride it like it’s his thigh?”

Max nods and offers you his hand for stability as you move to straddle the pad. Charles blinks, raising trembling hands to rest on your hips, staring at you with hazy eyes. You sigh, tangling your hand in the nape of his hair and using it to pull him forward into a kiss. His lips are clumsy but eager as they move against yours, whimpers muffled into your mouth and beard scratching along your chin. He tries to tug you downwards to have you firmly sit on the pad but is halted by Max.

“Greedy, both of you,” Max snorts, picking up the forgotten bottle of lube and uncapping it to lightly drizzle some on the toy's surface, “I know you get wetter than the ocean but, better safe than sorry.”

He pats you on the ass in encouragement, and you shake your head with shame as you lower yourself down on the silicone, draping your arms around Charles’ shoulders and pausing to acquaint yourself with the new feeling. The chill of the lube startles you but aside from that, the toy is…comfortable. The raised hump sits perfectly against the curvature of your cunt and already, you’re anticipating the focused stimulation it will provide. 

Max sits behind Charles and the bed sinks under his weight, barely jostling the Monegasque’s thigh. However, it’s enough of a movement that it causes one of the soft spikes to clip your clit, pushing a quiet noise of surprise from your lips.

“Oh,” you murmur airily.

Trying to hide the quirk of his lips, Max leans forward to whisper directly into Charles’ ear, “This seems awfully familiar to the first time she rode my thigh, no?”

You whimper audibly, knowing that he purposefully spoke loud enough for you to hear his words. Refusing to fixate on Charles’ reply, you circle your hips, breath catching as the various textures set your nerves ablaze. You understand that Max added the lube to prevent any unwanted roughness—it’s rendered unnecessary as your arousal starts to leak. Digging your nails into the younger man’s back, you rock your hips back and forth slowly, moaning freely as the waves are a consistent friction against your labia. 

“It’s–fuck—i-it’s good.”

“Stuttering already,” Max tuts, and you feel the heat in your cheeks radiate down to your bouncing chest. Your rhythm roughens; dragging yourself along the toys in desperation, toes curling at every random press of the spikes against your outer lips and clit. Charles gasps in relief, your quickened pace causing his cock to bounce and rub against his abdomen in his puddle of precome. He gets lucky on every few grinds when you undulate forwards and his cock bounces to glide against your navel. His hands grip firmly around your hips and shove them into a jerkier motion, keeping you close to him so his reddened length can be soothed against your skin constantly. 

The change in angle and position has caused the spikes to form a barrage around your clit and the waves drag over your entrance, teasing you with the feeling of being opened up. Dropping your head to hide your face in Charles’ neck, you muffle your pitchy moans and shrieks by tasting the sweat beading on his skin.

“I’m jealous, schatje,” Max speaks, “I almost want to pull her off of your thigh and have her sit on my face.”

Fresh tears spill from Charles’ eyes as he begs, “N-no-no—mmmph—please, ‘m close.”

Your hips start to rabbit against the toy, and the texture between your legs is overwhelming but too pleasurable to consider slowing. 

Max yanks Charles’ head backward with a fist in his hair, “Do you want to cum, Charlie?”

The man in question babbles incoherently, chest trembling from lack of oxygen as he continues to sob; he tries to nod, but can’t, thanks to Max’s firm grip. The burning of his scalp doesn’t subdue him, it encourages him to keep tugging so the pain floods endorphins through his body. 

“You know what to say,” Max states calmly, the words sending shivers down your spine. Your own body starts to tingle as you taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue; you’re too delighted at the new sensations to let any embarrassment build from reaching the edge quickly.

Charles struggles to get his tongue, lips, and vocal cords to cooperate. You see a frantic look light in his eyes, sure he’s trying to puzzle out what language he’s sane enough to communicate in. He manages to verbalize sounds that could be likened to Max’s name if you brush past his whimpers and cries.

“Plea–,” Charles tries to push the word out pitifully, “—ah, sss'il te pla—” his cock bumps against your navel, and his words cut off, eyes rolling back before he can finish begging.

A humorous laugh leaves Max; this is the easiest way Max has ever made the younger man lose his speech. He softens, and gives into the pillow prince, “You did so good, Charlie. You tried your hardest for me, yeah? You begged so prettily tonight, almost as pretty as you look. Such a good boy, Charles. You can cum.”

Strikingly, the approval works for both you and Charles. Twin cries of pleasure erupt as your orgasms blur your vision and burn through your muscles. The feeling of Charles’s cum splattering against your stomach sends another burst of light through your skin as you continue to grind fitfully on the silicone pad. A lake of wetness puddled on the poor man’s thigh, that squelches as you move. 

Charles is rendered silent as his cock continues to pulse even when the flow of his release ceases. Max brings his hand down to squeeze at his base and Charles releases a choppy scream as it pushes another couple of ribbons out of him. His hips thrust upwards with every string, forcing hisses of over sensitivity to slip from you as it drags the soaked pad against your cunt. You would happily crawl off his thigh, but you haven’t regained feeling in your legs yet. 

Thankfully, Charles deflates back into Max, his cock finally softening and slowly losing some of its flush. Tears start to leak from his eyes again, his chest shuddering through little sobs. You whimper softly at his tears and Max pulls you both to rest comfortably in the bed, as he shushes you two through the comedown. When the tears, shivers, and shakes halt, a pleased tilt of lips rises to Charles's face as his eyes dance between you and Max. 

The Dutchman unclips the toy from Charles’s thigh and smirks at the wet peeling noise that sounds.

“So…I assume this toy has your approval?”

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[aliwritex]

Heyy

Do you think you could do (with any driver) things start to get heated but then reader stops him cause she hasn’t shaved (anything) in a few days and she’s embarrassed of her body hair. Then her bf is just like "why? I have it too and you don’t care, I don’t care if you shave or not" then points to all his body hair. And then she feels a bit more comfortable

(You can turn it into smut if you like)

made it with our three time world champion, hope you like it F1MASTERLIST

You had finally gotten time away from work to do a quick stop at one of your boyfriend’s races. It had been weeks since you last saw each other so the second Max got you in his room he was all over you. In seconds you were thrown on the bed, him on his side as he kissed down your neck and grasped at your tits almost desperately. The hand travelled down your shirtless torso meeting the waistband of your sweats. You stopped him as soon as his fingers slipped in.

“What’s wrong?” his face lifted up from your neck, confused.

“It’s just, i haven’t, you know, it’s not nice.”

“Is it sick?” he worried.

“No, it’s not sick, for fucks sake, Max”

“Then what the fuck is it?” he asked impatiently, getting back to kissing your neck as his hand now cupped you through your pants.

“My waxing appointment was tomorrow but now i’m here and i didn’t have time to shave” you blurted out. Being in a relatively new relationship had any girl worried about this kind of thing, what if he was disgusted or disappointed or didn’t want to touch you because of it?

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” his hand immediately moved into your sweats again this time not giving you time to protest. “I don’t give a shit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Love, first of all i couldn’t give less of a fuck; second I don’t think i can say anything about it, you never complained about mine” he attached his lips to your neck again, hopping you would finally shut up about it.

“Maxie, you know it’s different”

He rolled his eyes so far back into his head, letting it fall on the crook of your neck, feeling defeated. “And why is that?”

“Mostly because my mouth doesn’t go directly on your hair.”

“It kinda does though, so just shut it, admit you’re wrong and let me do this, yeah? Thanks.” He flipped on top of you, landing between your legs, lips kissing every inch of your naked chest and stomach.

“Maxie,” he shushed you the second you opened your mouth “was just gonna ask you to take your shirt off, please, wanna feel you.”

“Yeah, sorry” he knelt up and took it off, taking the chance to pull off your pants and underwear too. He kissed you again and lowered himself so you could feel his warm skin against your chest. You groaned at the sensation of your hard nipples getting attention again before he lowered himself back down laying completely between your legs now.

Your boyfriend’s hands wrapped around your legs, throwing them behind his back and pulling you closer till your heat was right in his face. He kissed all around it, your thighs, your love handles and right where your legs met your hips. When he felt like he was done teasing he kissed right on top of your clit catching it in his mouth as his fingers circled your hole. He teased it, filling you with anticipation till you were pushing your hips down to get him to fuck you.

“Patience, love, want you to get real worked up for me.” he whispered against you, his warm breath hitting your folds and making you shiver.

His other hand was on your waist, thumb caressing on the soft skin under it. Max was taking his time with it, getting you wetter and desperate. So when he finally penetrated you with his fingers they slid right in, two at once, making you squirm and clench aground them. He smirked against your folds, feeling all the control he had over you.

Max’s fingers started curling inside of you, getting you to see stars as they hit your cervix over and over again. He was making a mess of you just with his mouth and fingers he could barely wait to get his cock in you. His tongue worked on your clit, the movements that were once lapping now turning into circles with the tip of it. At this point your hands were all over his blondish hair, pulling, tugging and running your fingers through it and he loved every second of it.

Max realized you were close when your moans started getting more intense and your legs started closing against his head but that was restricting his work so he locked his arm under your thigh again, his forearm laying on your stomach as his hand pressed down on your uterus. Your head flew back with the new intensity, feeling every single movement of his fingers now. You felt your orgasm growing inside with force and snap when Max took your clit into his mouth again, sucking harshly.

“Fuck, baby, oh my god” you sighed, out of breath as he continued to abuse your clit and milk the spongy spot inside you with his fingers. You tried to push him away –reluctantly – when it became too much but he was stronger than you and stayed there till he managed to pull a second wave of your orgasm, this time making you squirt shyly.

He pulled his face away to watch as the liquid dripped around his fingers “So fucking hot, love, hand me my phone” You look down at him, confused “c’mon, wanna take a picture, keep it for when you’re away.” he pointed at the bedside table where his phone rested.

You handed it to him, camera already open and he pointed it at your wet cunt, curling his fingers one last time to make you react. You were a hundred percent sure that the live picture caught your strangled moan and the gushing sounds as he finally pulled out of you. He knelt up between your legs – your wetness definitely leaving a spot on his shorts – and stood there for a second as you admired him before looking at his fingers, then at his phone on the other hand and then at your lips. Max pushed his wet fingers past your lips making you suck them clean and snapping a picture with a smirk on his face.

“Have i ever told you how hot you look when your hair is messy and your face is wet from my pussy?”

“Probably, yeah. But i’m sure it’s not as hot as you with my cock deep in your cunt”

[lovewithmary]

(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ note: idek why i like creating stark ocs, but it’s fun. This is purely for my own entertainment but I don't know if I'll continue it. It depends if people actually want to see more of this. (realistically, I might continue it because I want to see it lol) btw how do people do the subtitles?? like I'm so curious I want to do those

schat = darling in dutch

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eviestark: life lately 💜

comments

user1: MY WIFE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP???

user2: she’s actually living the life rn

user3: SCHAT??? ANG???

user4: the random tony stark jumpscare in the photo dump LMAOOOO

user5: who is the guy with tony stark in the 7th photo?? ↳ user6: i’m pretty sure that’s peter parker, an employee of stark industries??? he’s started out as an intern in high school but he’s rumored to be the COO once evie becomes CEO of stark industries

user7: WHO TOOK THE 2ND PICTURE

user8: not the single guys from the f1 grid in her likes 😭😭

user9: THE WOMAN IN THE BACK IN THE 7TH PICTURE IM CRYING

user10: the first and second picture giving me 'boyfriend took these for me' vibes

user11: she looks so pretty and happy in the 4th picture <3

"You're playing with fire by posting our text messages, Ang," Max said, his voice shushed as he walked around the paddock.

"It's fine, Maxie. They'll probably connect me to a random famous person who is Dutch and then it'll blow over in a week," Evie dismissed.

"It doesn't really help that the guys are in your likes constantly," Max grumbled, and he heard Evie laugh.

"Some of them are pretty cute, and I think some even tried messaging me but I never saw them until it was late," she responded.

"Who?"

"Aww, Maxie, are you jealous?" Evie cooed, her tone sweet yet mocking at the same time.

"No... I just never expected them to be brave enough to message you," Max said.

"If you must know, I think it was Charles and Lando who tried. There are probably others, but I haven't seen them,"

"Did you respond to any of them?"

"Of course not, I'm loyal to you and only you,"

"Schat..."

"I know, I know, you wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole like that," Max could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"You know we're just best friends, right?"

"And I'm saying I'm loyal to you and only you as a best friend."

"Are you doing anything soon?" Max was quick to change the subject, feeling as if he didn't, awkwardness would settle in and he hates it whenever Evie doesn't speak since he's fully aware that he loves hearing her talk considering how passionate she gets about things.

"Stark Industries' Gala is happening and Pepper's making me get a date for the event,"

"Why's she making you?"

"Something along the lines of I have to be seen with someone that isn't MJ, Peter, Ned, and Shuri," Evie sighed.

Max laughed at her situation, knowing that while Evie knew a lot of people, there were only a few that she could trust completely. And luckily for him, he was one of them. He was probably the first, considering they've known each other since she was 6 and he was 8.

"Good luck trying to find someone,"

"It's not even trying to find someone I'm struggling with. It's trying to find someone that's decent enough to spend my night with,"

"Who were you going to ask?"

"Well, I was going to ask you, but since we're best friends I don't think me bringing you as my date to the SI event would be something best friends do,"

"I'll go," Max said, shrugging.

"Wait, seriously? Like you going means you actually have to dress up,"

"I know,"

"The dress code is black tie. That means you can't wear your Redbull uniform like you're a walking billboard,"

"Do I really wear it that much? I saw people that were shocked when I wore a white t-shirt,"

"You're a millionaire who wears the same thing every day. So basically, every millionaire man,"

"I'm going to wear Redbull head to toe to the Gala now that you said that,"

[papaya-twinks]

Hey would u do smth with desi!reader and lando where he sees reader in a lehenga for the first time and is just like utterly in love like just showing her off on his insta or smth. It can be written or smau if u feel more comfortable with that thxx

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - lehengas are fit I want one but I feel like that’s like invasion of someone else’s culture if ykwim

y/n

caption: :P

landonorris: OMG OMG OMG

-> y/n: 💋💋

landonorris: ANGEL SENT FROM HEAVEN

-> georgerussell63: bro we get it pls shush 🤫

landonorris: PLEASE PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE

-> y/n: ur my bf lando 😮‍💨

landonorris: ONE PLS I BEG BEG

user1: LANDO SIMPING AISNNEJEJENNENE

-> user3: WHO WOULDN’T OMG LOOK AT HER

user2: omgggg she’s acc so fine

charlesleclerc: looking sweet y/n

y/n

caption: don’t chat to me, some sexy dude just sent me this 😍😍😍

landonorris: omg who is he 🤭

-> y/n: idk dude :( I want him so bad just one chance

user4: HIS HANDS ARE HUGE TF?

user5: oh to be y/n y/l/n

-> user6: sexy body and a cute bf?

❤️ by landonorris

charlesleclerc: 👏 clapped move on

-> y/n: that’s what ur gf said when I asked her about u

landonorris

caption: asked her to put it on again, she’s so cute wtf

y/n: LANDO 🥹🥹

-> landonorris: Y/N 😘😘😘

maxverstappen1: cringe delete

-> y/n: stfu

-> landonorris: jealous? dw, if she ever breaks up w me, that could be u maxie

-> maxverstappen1: omg ???

user6: ♥️

user7: the hottest

landonorris

caption: if you ever came to me and told me there was a prettier girl on this planet, I’d stare at you and look at you like you’re stupid, because look at my gf, ladies and gentlemen, y/n y/l/n. if you asked me to choose anyone I’d rather date then y/n y/l/n, I’d tell you you’re silly for asking the question and I’d look at you like you’re stupid. because this, boys and girls, is the prettiest women ever

y/n: UR MAKING ME CRY OMG LANDO

-> landonorris: <333

maxverstappen1: I must admit, I have no hate I can say to even attempt to get lando in my bed

user8: this is adorable she’s so pretty omg

charlesleclerc: this is pretty cute tbh

user9: awwww this is so cute actually ❤️❤️❤️❤️

georgerussell63: smooth

[lost-in-fandoms]

I really loved your angry kitten knight Max AU, and was hoping there was some more you managed to write at all? :)

hello!!! oh i'm so happy you love him! to be honest there's this thing I've been turning around in my head, but it wasn't written. until now i guess.

cw: mentions of blood and injury (does it count like animal injury if it's shifter max? max gets hurt but daniel takes care of him!). This is still soft, but just be careful of that <3 part 1 and part 2 (now with a shiny new tag to collect them all under #kitten knight max au)

Daniel wakes up to the sound of something thumping softly against his door.

It's not loud, but there's something peculiar about it, enough to make his instincts wake him up. For a second, he lays very still, straining his ears, wondering if he had imagined it, until the sound comes again. A soft thump, then something that is almost scratching, then another thump.

Daniel gets up quietly, grabbing the hunting knife he keeps hanging next to his cloak, approaching the door. The sound starts again, no real pattern to it.

Daniel steadies his hand and then opens the door.

For a second, he thinks nothing is there. The dark corridor of the barracks is empty, the flickering light of the lantern near the stairs throwing long shivery shadows that don't quite reach his door, but before he has to wonder if he is dreaming after all, a soft huff makes him look down.

Near his feet there is a small kitten, looking up at him with bright blue eyes.

Daniel lets the hand holding the knife drop as he feels himself smile.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, not even annoyed at being woken up anymore.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, starting to crouch down. It's unusual for Max to be wandering around here in his other form, especially when it's the middle of the night and he is not on watch, at least to Daniel's knowledge, but it's not an unwanted surprise. Maybe Max just wanted cuddles, something he still hesitant to ask for in his human form.

And then he is on one knee, his eyes now used to the dim lighting, and he realises two things.

One, Max is not standing up, and two, there's blood on the floor.

"Shit, Maxy, are you hurt?" Daniel's heart is suddenly beating much faster as he abandons his knife on the floor and reaches for Max, fingers hovering over him without knowing where it would be safe to touch.

He's never seen Max hurt in his cat form before. He's seen Max bleed, he's seen Max dirty and bruised, he's seen Max with a bandaged sprained wrist, but it's different when he's like this. It's different when he looks like a baby kitten, not a grown man, and Daniel can't tell how bad it is.

"Can I pick you up?" he asks, wanting to take him inside, wanting to keep him safe, wanting to fix, fix, fix. His breath keeps getting caught in his chest.

Max blinks at him, his eyes not fully opening again, nodding his little head, and Daniel scoops him up carefully, trying to not jostle him too much. Max still lets out a thin, pained hiss, and Daniel shushes him softly, apologizing as he grabs his knife, takes him inside and finally closes the door.

He grabs his cloak from where it's hanging, placing it on his small desk and putting Max down on top of it, rushing to turn his oil lamp on, eager to assess the damage.

When he turns back around, Max is snuggling into the folds of the cloak, eyes closed, one of his front paws kneading the fabric already, self-soothing.

With the light now on, Daniel can see how he's holding his other front paw awkwardly, leaning towards his other side. He doesn't know how to approach this. A wounded person he knows how to help, but this? He doesn't know anything about cats, other than what he's learned from Max, which seems like not much at all at the moment.

"Can you shift back?" he asks, knowing it's a stupid question right away. If Max could turn back, he would probably have done so already, instead of having to scratch at his door to be let in.

Max opens one eye again, glaring at him. Fair enough.

"Is it your...paw?" He doesn't know if it's rude to call it a paw. Should he still be calling it an arm? His knowledge of everything Max feels suddenly very unsatisfactory, something he is not used to.

Max meows slightly, just a tiny little sound, then moves to expose his belly.

There, under the fur matted with blood, Daniel can see a long scratch, extending almost for the whole length of his right side.

"Shit, Maxy," Daniel hisses, coming closer again. "did this happen in your human form?"

He doesn't know if it matters, but a cut like that doesn't look accidental, and he can't imagine how a kitten would have been able to get it. Max nods at him, then closes his eyes again.

"Okay." Daniel takes a deep breath, then another.

Sure, Max is a cat now, but it can't be that different from helping a human, right?

"I'm going to clean it, now, alright?"

Max doesn't respond, but he stays where he is, pink nose buried in Daniel's cloak and cut exposed, so Daniel takes that as permission enough.

In the end, it's not as bad as it seemed. It's a long cut, but it's not deep, and it's already stopped bleeding for the most part. It turns out to be lucky too that Max is so tiny, because Daniel has a very limited amount of bandages in his room, and he doesn't feel like going to find more. As it is though, they're just enough to safely wrap the wound up after applying some salve on it. Max keeps still and quiet the whole time, as stoic as a kitten as he would have been as a human, something so incredibly Max about his scrunched up face that it almost makes Daniel tear up.

"There you go, baby, is it better?" he asks when he's done, washing his hands in his little basin. His cloak is ruined, but he doesn't care about that, not when Max looks much more relaxed, tired eyes struggling to open again to look at him. He's been chewing on Daniel's cloak since the moment Daniel had started cleaning him, a mix of self-soothing and pain relief, but he lets it go now to meow at him, a yes and a thank you mixed in one.

"Can I do anything else to help?" Now that he's not using his hands anymore, Daniel feels uncertain again, feels like anything he's doing is insufficient. He wants to know how this happened, wants to know who did it, but knows it would be useless to ask when Max can't speak.

Max doesn't answer, but instead tries to push himself to a standing position, because he's obviously a screaming maniac even when he's a kitten.

"Fuck, don't do that!" Daniel exclaims, probably too loud for the middle of the night, reaching forward to scoop Max up before he can hurt himself further.

"You are insane, I just finished fixing you up!" he scolds.

His irritation doesn't last two seconds though, as Max pushes into his chest, purring weakly.

Sometimes it hits Daniel like a punch, how much he loves him.

"Fine, you're cute," he grumbles, knowing the term will make Max hiss at him, which he does, albeit half-heartedly. "Sleep?"

In bed, he helps Max to his usual position, curled up next to his collarbone, trying to be mindful of his hurt side, petting the soft fur between his ears with one finger.

"You scared me," he whispers in the newfound darkness. Max's purring pauses for a moment as he pushes his nose harder against Daniel's neck in apology, before resuming with even more vigor.

I love you, Daniel thinks, not wanting to say it loud when Max can't say it back.

He hopes Max will be able to turn back after he's rested, even if they'll have to figure out the bandages situation again then, otherwise it will be hard to explain the absence of the Captain without exposing his secret. He hopes Max will feel better in the morning, his blue eyes not quite as hazy. He hopes he did the correct things, helped him right.

He feels the moment Max falls asleep, his purring petering out, his little body going lax, and he moves his head slightly to press his cheek against warm fur.

He stays awake for the rest of the night, counting Max's steady breaths.

[sugar-omi]

lots of breeding/raw sex this kinktober huh.... ig the underlying theme is definitely unprotected sex now bc i can tell you rn that in the following days... the boys here aren't strictly following the rules they learned in sex ed... tsk tsk tsk, smh, your/their parents are disappointed... /lh eta now that ive finished: HELP COVE'S IS SO MUCH LONGER....

DAY THREE — DADDY/MOMMY KINK

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, trying for a baby w derek, so creampie/raw sex, mommy kink, you n cove have a son, yall r talking abt ANOTHER ONE, readers in a dress, dirty talk, daddy kink

synopsis : you call your man daddy, and it turns him on more than he thought it would.

"derek!" you gasp, dragging your nails down his shoulders, your chests squishing together from your back arching off the bed.

derek shushes you, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding your legs for you, trying to ease your burden while he ruins your insides, so that way you can focus on taking his seed.

you whimper, your cunt fluttering around derek's length when he hits that spongy spot in your walls.

"so good, you're doing so good for me, love..." derek gasps out praises, babbling how pretty you are and how lovely you'll look carrying his baby, and how he'll take care of you.

"derek- derek!" you call for him, your senses centered around him.

"i'm here lovely, just let me take care of you.." he pants, leaning over you on his elbows, your legs folding up to your shoulders from the way you're pinned under derek's body.

"you're gonna be such a good mama.." derek breathes out, making you moan loudly. fuck you're so turned on.

"please! wanna be a mommy, please please-" you cry, wrapping your legs around derek's waist when he changes positions. you try to suck in a breath of fresh air but the air is so hot, and it smells like sex and you're so dazed.

derek kisses your knee, holding your hand while he fucks you, his shallow thrusts making you see stars from how deep he's reaching.

"fuck.." derek curses, his eyes sharp as he takes in the sight of your sweaty, willing body.

you keep babbling, looking into your husband's loving and lust hazed eyes, your gaze surely matching his own. "wanna make you a daddy, please, cum inside.."

you whimper at derek's sharp thrust right by your cervix, an onslaught on loud moans and whimpers coming from both of you while derek holds down your hips.

"i'm gonna..." derek pants, unable to finish his sentence. you grasp at his bicep, holding tightly onto his hand even though your palms are sweaty.

"me- ahh- me too! derek.. oh god. inside, inside please!" you ramble, pushing back to grind on derek's dick, your legs shaking and tightening around his waists as you finish.

the hold your legs have around him leaves him no choice but to bury himself inside, not that he had any other intentions. how else can you be a mama to his baby if he doesn't finish inside your weeping cunt?

"mhmn-!" you moan into cove's mouth, your back bumping against the wall when he pushes you against it.

you're totally trapped between the wall and cove, not that it's a problem but cove's egearness surprised you.

cove slips his tongue into your mouth, easily melting in his arms as you let him take control, moaning again when he slips his knee between your legs, bunching up your maxi-dress but the thin layers between your cunt and cove's thigh makes your head spin.

"whats- mhn- got *kiss* into you..?" you barely manage to get the words out.

cove stops kissing you long enough to answer you with labored breath, "you called me daddy.." he bites his lip, flushing at how he's reacting just cause of that word.

you smirk, and it's dripping with smugness and curiosity. "i've called you that before, what's so different this time huh?"

cove huffs, pointedly ogling your boobs in this dress. "i don't know.. something about you and that word today is so.." he swallows, looking up at you again. "its driving me up the wall today."

you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. "and what are we gonna do about that.. daddy?"

cove groans lowly in his throat, closing his eyes. "y/n..."

you push him towards the couch, lifting up your dress and throwing your panties in his direction before straddling his lap, already working his belt before cove can fully realize what's happening.

you laugh at his dumbfounded face, "we have to hurry. before river wakes up from his nap.."

cove nods, groaning when you wrap a hand around his dick, stroking him to fullness.

"y/n.. fuck.." cove curses, throwing his head back.

you spit on your hand for extra glide, swiping at every bead of pre that pearls at cove's tip, giving him a few quick tugs before you line yourself up.

"ah- wait, shouldn't we get the- oh fuck-" cove groans, his worries cut off when you sink onto his cock, covering your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

you're both panting, cove shaking under your weight at the feeling of your tight heat.

"i.. i had some fun this morning while you took care- ahh... of river.." you sigh, slowly lifting your hips up and rocking.

cove groans, his hands gripping your hips. "fuck.. i.. i can't believe you." cove laughs, jokingly bitter you got off without him.

you tug on his ear, trading it for his jaw. "you can't complain, i'm ready for you aren't i?" you punctuate it with a long drag up cove's dick, slamming your hips down and a dull clap of your butt against cove's pants echos in the room.

cove moans lowly, covering his mouth. fuck, he loves when you ride him..

cove grits his teeth, tired of your smart mouth and teasing circles of your hips. he fixes his hold on you, planting his feet and he thrusts up suddenly when you rise.

"oh!" you startle, having to cover your mouth before a loud whimper spells from your throat.

you mutter curses, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

cove pulls down the straps of your dress, tugging down the front so he can suck marks along your cleavage and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the tender skin.

your fingers curl in his hair, ruining his ponytail.

"maybe.. ha~ i'll call you daddy mm-more often..." you barely get the words out. cove's tip is bumping against your womb with every particularly deep thrust, and it's making you melt...

cove groans, "please..."

you laugh, leaning back to admire your flushed and horny mess of a husband.

"yeah? didn't think you'd beg me to call you daddy." you tease, grinding back when cove's thrust falters for a moment.

cove rolls his eyes, about to grumble something before you kiss his complaints away, slipping your tongue in his mouth.

you finally pull back, giving him a soft peck when he chases your lips. "nothing wrong w'it.." you slur, "fatherhood is so sexy on you..."

cove flushes at the confession, trying to play it off with humor. "you're just saying that because river cockblocks us so much..."

you laugh but shake your head, "seriously, seeing you with him makes me want another one.."

cove freezes, gaping. "really..?"

you nod, kissing cove's neck. "i mean, he's almost 6.."

"y/n..." cove speech is strained through gritted teeth as he considers your words.

you suck on his jaw, picking up the pace that cove dropped. "just think about it. he needs a sibling, and besides... wasn't it fun making a baby?"

cove moans, shaking under your care and soaking up your dirty talk like a sponge. "you came inside me so many times, fucked me through our mattress until the early morning..."

your words are like a siren seducing a pirate with its pretty song, selling a beautiful world to them under the sea.

"don't you wanna come in me again? breeding my cunt during all possible moments of the day... i had your cum soaking through my panties at work. it was so hard to focus..." you pout, recounting the time he fucked you silly on your lunch break.

cove curses, looking at you through the gaps of his fingers with predatory eyes.

you put on a bit more charm, thoroughly seducing your husband with just a few words. "please, daddy? i wanna have your baby again..."

that's the final straw that breaks cove's back, and before you can think twice, cove has you on your back, his knee on the edge of the sofa and your legs held wide open by his strong hands.

"cove!" you exclaim, flustered at this exposing position.

"shh, river will wake up." cove reprimanded, rearing his hips back and slamming back into you, trying to be mindful of making your skin clap.

you cover your mouth with both hands, closing your eyes at the pleasure.

"why so quiet? you were just begging me to fuck you." cove mocks, smirking at your watery, hooded eyes.

"oh god... daddy." you gasp, clinging onto the throw pillow beside your head for dear life.

"that's it, keep calling me that..." cove growls, further folding you in on yourself.

all you can do is whine and take cove's dick, letting him abuse your poor insides until your both satisfied.

he leans over to kiss you, your lips easily slotting together. you moan into his mouth, swallowing the others sounds.

cove breaks the kiss, his head falling on your shoulder as you both near orgasm.

you gasp, clawing down his back through his shirt. "fuck- just like that, daddy!"

cove groans, his thrusts going shallow, more of a grind into your hips as he tries to keep the noise down.

your leg shakes, falling when cove reaches for your clit. "ah! cove!"

cove lifts his head up, his eyes dark and pupils blown. "you mean it, you want another?"

you nod wildly, "yes, yes, i mean it! wanna make you a daddy again," you start to ramble, just wanting to finish together but also wholly sincere in your words. " 'love when you fuck me, i need you, daddy." you whine, curses and huffs coming from your mouth as you near your end.

cove groans, cursing, his hips stuttering as he finishes.

you quickly lock your lips together, swallowing each others sounds as cove pins his hips to your butt, cumming into the deeply inside your twitchy cunt.

cove rests on your chest, his softening dick twitching from the warmth of your cunt.

he's about to fall asleep when you curse, pushing at his shoulders.

"i think i heard river say hi to your fish.."

at that cove jumps up, pulling out with a hiss as you scramble to get your clothes straight before your son comes down.

hearing him call for you, you shout towards the stairs, "i'm coming, bud! wait right there!"

cove wipes his hands over his face, totally embarrassed at his lack of composure. but you turn to him and whisper in his ear before leaving...

"we'll continue this later.. daddy."

[witch-oftheflowers]

Adoration- You're all I need✨

Ximena Riley x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

AN:🔞 This is the solo chapter for the baby series! So enjoy!! Plus I've never wrote smut so bare with me 🫠🥺

🔞MDNI 18+ under the cut too!✨

Masterlist

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"Have I tol' you how beautiful you are?" Simons voice was soft, filled with love in his tone. His large hands gaze over his wife's belly.

His brown eyes trailed over her changing body. Even the new stretch marks and those adorable dips in her hips.

He hover above her, his large hands rested side by side her head.

Laying under him, her lips a bit swollen from the heated make out session they had. Her brown eyes were hazed over.

Her lush brown locks were scattered underneath her. Her dainty hands resting on her covered large chest. A content hum escaped her.

Simons softly chuckled as he leaned down and gave her forehead a kiss.

"All because you looked so cute during our outin' little dove..? I need to take you out more than..." He teased her lightly as he remembered why they ended up in their hotel like this.

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They got a weekend from the tots.

Johnny was now 5 months old. Anna was just a spitfire like always.

Ans they needed a break together.

So the pair for a hotel for the weekend.

They went on a date earlier that evening. Ximena was dressed in a cute comfortable outfit. Wearing one of his leather jackets that had puff around the collar. Her little white Vans to go with her neutral outfit. A simple maxi brown skirt, and a loose white tee. Her curls were pinned back so her bangs framed her round face perfectly.

Simon kept to his usual all black. A nice black compression shirt, his high rised black jeans. And his black combat boots. Along with his leather jacket.

He adored how she shined throughout the night. She glowed as they got street food. They shopped around a bit getting whatever she pleased. He spoiled her the whole night.

He did notice some younger woman checking him out. His brown eyes narrowed as he linked his arm around his short wife. Pulling her in as he was here for them.

And then he noticed the men.

Kinda ticked something in him. Jealousy? Noooo-

Why was that guy eyeing his wife?

Ximena noticed her husband hand getting tight around her. Her eyes looking around as she noticed the new pair of eyes on her. And she simply gave her husband a sweet kiss.

"Come on Si. We got more things to do-"

"No I got a better idea."

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And here they were.

Ximena was fully bare now. Her neck was slowly but surely being litter with love bites. Soft grabs on her round stomach as Simon kept nipping her flesh around her collar bone.

"You're my wife..."

Her head rolled back. Her plush thighs pressed around his waist as she let him do as he pleased. Her softer submissive side peaking out.

How she adored him jealous

"No one.. and I mean no one.." Simon said as he locked at the new bite he left. Being tender to the now purple mark he left above her heart

"No one will get in me way..." He stated, his brown eyes linger to her face. His heart skipped a bit seeing her face met his

Her eyes were hooded, glazed over with love and lust. She was softly panting as she tried to stay patient.

"Amor... I need ya..." She whined the words out. Her dainty hands pulling him in as they shared a sweet soft kiss.

He never was rough, unless she asked. It was always tender, soft, just filled with love for the woman.

As their tongues danced together, his large hands roamed from her hips to her breast. Softly kneading them as he pulled those soft moans from her lips.

"There we go... Keep those sweet noises Xi..." He whispered as she let out breathless whines.

"Simon...~"

He shifted a bit as he rubbed his harden shaft against her folds. Feeling her drip with excitement

"I haven't done much mama..." He teased her lightly. Tapping his head against her swollen bud

"Negh... Oh shush..." She gave his waist a squeeze as she returned the playful act.

His eyes crinkled a bit as he was on his knees. He hiked her legs up and over his shoulders, and bent her knees into her stomach as he position himself. Letting her ankles tap his strong broad back.

Ximena felt her cheeks heat up as she felt very exposed..but damn her husband was too.

Seeing his large build. Her hands ran over his soft stomach. Feeling his strong muscle underneath. Her eyes were softer as she admired his own stretch marks. And up as she cleared little circles on his scars

Simon whimpers a bit as he felt her soft touch

"Xi... Don't tease..."

"Give me a second mi sol..." She stated, a bit demanding as she continued.

They were so close and she wanted to savor it.

Her hands grazed over his chest. It was like his body was a work of art to her. Even those soft freckles he got on his skin during the summer. He did tan like bronze...

Her hands wrapped around his large neck. Pulling him in soft a heated kiss. Her tongue fighting his for dominance, as she won. She heard soft whimpers escape his lips as he softly rut his hips against hers

"Please dove.. let me.." he beg as she smiled in their kiss.

"please?" She taunted as she kept him arches over her slightly. She felt the slight stretch in the position but she was willing to take that bit of pain

"Please..."

She rubbed her hips against his as a 'ok'

And he slowly slid in. Feeling her tight walls around his length. Her back arches off the mattress as she adjusted

"...so ..big ..." She whimpers. But he didn't stop, he knew his wife could handle it. Until he bottomed out, he let a breathy sigh out.

"So tight... So so good around me... Take me so good? I know I'm still to big after all these years huh?"

Ximena softly nods her head. She was tiny. His length was large, way above average. But his girth, whoo. She felt herself stretched around him every single time. And she loved it~

"Fuck me..."

Simon hesitated as he shut his eyes. Letting his forehead pressed against hers

"Are you sure?"

"I need you.. I need you..." She beg as she hadn't been touched in months. And the rush of her sexual frustrations were pulled forward.

"I'm not gonna be careful.."

"Don't be."

He ponder her words as he leaned back fully. Holding her hips firm as he slid out.

"You asked for it.."

He ram back in as she whined. Choking a moan back. He snickered at her response as he began a rough pace. He held her hips in place. Using his size to keep her legs up and apart. He felt the way her sweet cunt wrapped around him. Like it was missing his cock inside her

"Oh come on now... You asked for this?" He teased her as she was trying to stay quiet. He kept going as their skin made contact. The sound of them connecting filled the room.

The soft pants from him blended in. But her moans were coming out as she was taunting him

"Come on mama... make those sweet noises."

Using his thumb he rubbed her swollen bud. He started soft, but rubbed it like a joy con. And bingo

"Simmmon~" she whined his name out as her head was rolled back. Her eyes flutter shut.

"there we go... Was that hard?"

The hotel bed under them made squeaks and creaks. The headboard began to slam into the wall behind it.

Simon started to use his whole weight as he kept her legs apart. And ramming himself as deep he could. He adored the way her sweet cunt was making those lewd noises.

And her. He was lost in hearing her cry his name out. Her pornographic moans as he kept pounding into her.

"Aye fuck me! Fuck meee!"

"Yeah just like that? Come one mama take it like the sweet girl you are~"

He adjusted her legs one last time. He felt her walls clamping around him tight. His eyes sharpen as he noticed her hips meeting his thrust.

"Simmmonn I'ma cummm~" she spilled the words out as he smirked at her cry.

He shifted his angle a bit. Going deeper as he moaned dout in bliss.

"Come on... Come on.... Right on Mt cock..." He praised her softly as she whimpers. Feeling her body twitching and her intense climax as she whined out his name.

"Simon~"

He groaned at her cry. As he kept going. Feeling his own climax as he kept going. Picking up the speed as he was moaning out.

"Good girl... gonna take my cum? Gonna let me finish in you?"

She softly nods her head as she whines. Feeling overstimulated as he kept going.

"in me...in me!"

He continued to run her clit as he kept going. Feeling her squeeze him as he emptied his massive load. He panted and whimper out as he tried to keep himself above her.

He felt his hips rut into her still. Feeling the strong sensation as he emptied all he had. He fell into her soft chest and body as he sighs a bit.

His large arms wrapped around her plush waist as he stayey buried inside her

They took a second as they caught their breaths. Ximena let a shaky sigh out as she wrapped her arms around his head. Placing sweet and tender kisses to his head.

Simon shut his eyes a bit as he savored his wife's warmth.

"I missed you..."she whispered softly. Simon hums as he smiled

"Fiveonths without your sweet cunt dove... I missed this too and you..." He whispered as he smiled. Softly burying his face in between her massive breast. She let her thighs wrap around his waist as they savored the cuddle session.

And honestly they didn't leave their hotel room after..

They had five months of sex to make up anyways ~

[jaeclerc]

“daniel!” max called as he clamored out of his seat, crawling out of the window of his car, his helmet heavy on his head after a long stint. but it was over, he had taken the checkered flag, exhausted down to the bone after 24 hours of driving on and off, dozing off in between his stints in the car and watching anxiously on as daniel and charles drove their stints, battling for supremacy on the track. he was so tired that he was unable to sleep.

he sauntered his way over to daniel and collapsed into his arms, tears hot on his face as he gasped “we did it.” pressing his helmet against daniel’s collarbones, gasping as daniel pulled him close.

“you did it, maxy!” daniel replied, holding him tight against his body, his hand pressing against the back of max’s helmet, his fingers scrambling against the carbon fiber as max pulled away, pressing his forehead against daniel’s.

“we did it, daniel.” he replied firmly “we won le mans.” his smile couldn’t have been bigger than in this moment, with daniel holding him in his arms. he leaned in, hoping daniel could feel that he was kissing him through the helmet.

daniel kissed him back through the helmet, and he could hear the cameras clicking and going off as they had their moment. he pulled away, tears still streaming down his face as he realized that he had actualized his dream of winning.

max grasped his helmet and wrenched it off along with his balaclava, leaning back in to kiss daniel fully on the lips, his helmet in his hand and the other one on daniel’s jaw.

this is where he felt most like himself, on the race track with the smell of fuel and oil filling the air and daniel beside him. he thinks when he dies, he wants this to be the picture everyone posts of him. in his race suit, helmet in hand, and kissing his boyfriend after achieving his greatest dream.

“max.” daniel whispered against his mouth, max shushed him, pulling away with a huge grin. so maybe they just came out, who cares? he just won le mans.

“daniel! max!” charles cheered, having finally pulled himself from the arms of that one mechanic for the porsche team that he was way too close to. he wrapped his arms around both of them, pressing all of their foreheads together in a triangle as he grinned at them, his green eyes watery still. “we did it. oh my god, did we do it? we did it!” he sniffled as it hit him again, max presumed.

max wrapped his arms around charles, hugging him close as he whispered “we actually fucking won this race, charles.”

charles grinned, dimples deep as he said “yes, we did. i think you made sports history also.” max shrugged it off, too elated to care about those certain repercussions.

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when the media asked him afterwards about kissing daniel, max couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, even when they asked him very invasive questions.

“i think i was just doing what everyone else does when they win: celebrating with my partner, of course.”

he walked away from the media pen after that, searching for daniel as he tightened his race suit around his hips.

he spotted the other man sitting down by their garage, staring at their trophy with slight wonderment, feet bare due to the shoeys he made both max and charles do. he also dipped max and kissed him again.

if you’re going to do it, do it all the way was what he told max afterwards, both of them dripping champagne and beaming from ear to ear, pressed up against each other as charles watched on in half disgust and half amusement.

“hello.” max said as he sat beside the other man, laying a head on his shoulder. daniel smelt like stress sweat and champagne, slightly intoxicating to max.

“i can’t believe i actually won le man with the love of my life and one of my best friends.” was all daniel said in reply before his cheeks started staining red hot with his tears.

max smiled, just taking daniel’s hand and not saying a word.

“love you.” daniel finally whispered, cradling their trophy in one hand, the other holding max’s.

“love you, danny.” max replied, looking up at him with softness in his eyes.

“let’s get home, maximus. i’m so tired.” daniel finally croaked, the emotions of the day and having been awake for over 24 hours finally tolling on him.

“let’s get home, daniel.” max replied, closing his eyes against his shoulder.

[captainnameless]

Can I have a little something with Max being possessive and maybe a bit clingy over Daniel while he’s little please 🙏🏼

It’s not until after the holidays that Daniel’s back in Monaco and sees Max. The Christmas tree is still up despite it being well into January but they’ll milk it out as long as they can. Daniel loves the way the lights make Max’s face light up.

He had counted on Max being a little overwhelmed after everything; lots of family, flights back and forth, parties and he’s even had his first few meeting regarding the new season.

It’s no surprise Max is already dropping rapidly, Leo sat up next to him on the couch where he’s playing video games. The PS5 is shut off almost immediately when Daniel joins him on the couch and Max scoots closer, wriggling his socked feet in Daniel’s lap.

They talk a bit, Max twisting his fingers in the soft fluff of Leo’s mane. Daniel watches Max’s eyelids get heavier while they speak.

“C’mere.” He says eventually, reaching out to Max who goes easily, fitting himself comfortably into Daniel’s lap and against his chest, Leo mushed somewhere in between.

Daniel wraps his arms around the younger with a content sigh, pressing his lips against Max’s temple and resting them there.

They’re silent for a bit, just the sound of their breathing matching up and the wind outside of the penthouse filling the space.

“Mine.” Max says, word a little slurred because of the thumb that’s in his mouth, tapping one of Leo’s paws to Daniel’s chest.

“Mhm, Leo’s all yours, Muffin.” Daniel answers.

“Nooo.” Max whines, thumb slipping out of his mouth and pushing himself up in Daniel’s lap. Both of his hands grab the sides of Daniel’s face as their eyes lock. “Daddy mine.”

There’s a funny fuzzy feeling that rushes through Daniel’s veins at the word, enough to make Daniel forget about the wet finger pressing into his cheek. He resists the urge to coo. “Yeah.” He breathes. “Daddy’s yours.”

Max seems satisfied with the answer, a soft sheepish smile appearing on his face before dropping back against Daniel’s chest. “And Maxie yours.”

- -

Weeks later in New York, after the press day back at the hotel is when things get a little harder. They’ve had an tiring day, but they’ve also been separated most of is. Daniel didn’t miss the way Max’s patience got thinner the further the day progressed and the guy’s exhausted.

Daniel still has a zoom meeting to attend though.

There’s immediate tears when Daniel tells Max, tries to coax him into going down for a nap before dinner but the younger’s having none of it, clung tightly to Daniel’s chest.

“No, nooo. Daddy, please. Daddy mine.”

It pulls on Daniel’s heart in all the wrong ways, Max has had to share him all day and he hates having to ask him for more.

“Alright, shh. Bubba shush. Daddy’s here.” He soothes, trying to calm his little while also wrecking his brain for a solution.

He ends up faking a broken camera, apologizes profusely when the meeting start but there’s not too much of a fuss. Max is snuggled close into his chest, a blanket covering most of him. He promised to be quiet and he is, fast asleep not even five minutes into Daniel’s meeting one of his hands clutching Leo and the other holding onto Daniel as if he might still disappear.

[spinning-feeling]

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The day when it finally happaned was, almost, a day like any other. Perhaps that only added to how unexpected it was to him, when it happaned.

Maxim went to the living room, finding Spinel waiting for him patiently on the couch, seeming the slightest bit timid.

"Maxie!"

She called out to her beloved, her tone warm and loving.

"Someone's excited to see me~"

Maxim jested, as he went over to sit next to her.

"'Course i am! I have plans today, and they involve you, silly!"

"Oh? And what kind of plans are they?"

"Ah, ah~ You'll see in due time, hun."

She smirked, her confidence shining and making him blush, before her slightest timidness returns.

"Right now, howeva', we's gonna enjoy ourselves some movies! Afta' that, we'll need to get packin'."

"I assume i'll see where we'll go in due time?"

"Eeyup! Now make yaself comfortable while i go fetch our snacks - oh! and ya go pick whatever movie ya wanna watch, while you's at it!"

"On it, Boss!"

He chuckled, giving her a salute, as he looked at the screen before him... There were many movies to chose from, some that he has already seen, some that he hasn't, and some that he was meaning to get to.

"...Eh. Can't go wrong with the ol' Classic."

He grabbed the remote, and pressed 'play'.

~ ~ ~💜~ ~ ~💗~ ~ ~

"Maaaxieee, did ya pack the sun cream?"

The pink gem called from the other room, as they both packed their bags proper for their outing,

"It's already packed! As well as my swimming goggles, should i choose to go further than i usually go."

Spinel finally brought her bag into the room, as Maxim finished up his own preparations.

"...Say, love, Why do you look so nervous, i wonder...~?"

He teased, as Spinel blushed, her little bunny tail swiftly moving from side to side, as she puts her hands on her hips,

"N-nervous? I ain't noivous, i'm just excited for our beach trip! Been a hot minute since we managed to have fun with the sand and watta'!"

Maxim couldn't help himself but chuckle. He always found it so adorable when he old timey accent shone through in her speech. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, before turning back to his backpack to zip it up.

"Sure, love. It'll be fun time... though that's a given, since i'll be with you, and you always make everything fun."

"Oh, Shush."

She snickered, playfully shoving him back, before kissing his cheek, as she took her bag and moved towards the door out of their home.

"You commin' Maxie?"

"Yeah, im commin'. Y'know, love, i do wonder what kind of swimwear you decided to pack up~"

He teased with a purr, to which she nudged him, flustered, her nervousness becoming more apparent,

"Oh, you'll see, ya goober."

~ ~ ~💜~ ~ ~💗~ ~ ~

Dusk was soon to come as the sky slowly darkened and the sun began to set. Such a beautiful sight, indeed. Though not as beautiful as the Gem beside him.

Both the Gem on her chest, facets shimmering in the dimming light, as well as her, in her entirety.

"...Maxie? Wanna get up, for a moment? i... i wanna show you something."

Her tone sounded calm, but careful. Nervous. Said nervousness made him slightly nervous, but he trusted her. Whatever she was going to show him, he'd grace with his gaze and devine attention, just like he always graces her as such. He hummed softly, smiling, as he gets up to his feet, seeing her rise with him, before glancing around them for the merest of moments...

His eyes manage to catch her going down on one knee, as she reaches for something from her gem... His brows furrow for but a moment, before his eyes widen in steady, slow realisation.

"...Maxim."

She spoke firmly, with a certain careful confidence in her voice.

"We've been through... So, so much. And we have such a long, long way to go..."

His hand moved to his mouth in slight shock at the sight of what was going on, but he was paying full attention.

"You taught me that to live, is to be Selfish... And all i want is You."

That's... That's his Teaching. One of his chants.

"Won't you live with me forever, tonight? Won't you take me as yours, and let me take you as mine?"

A moment of silence, as Maxim takes her words in. His eyes lightly teared up as her let her words sink in, before slowly begining to grinning.

How else would he answer her, other than

"...Yes, Spinel. Just... Yes."

Happy 1st Anniversary of Spinel's Proposal!

[xd3str0yax]

Movie night

Little!dustin

Movie night, the best thing to happen to Dustin since the new arcade was built. Every other Friday, everyone meets at Steve’s house for a movie marathon. Tonights lineup consists of The fly, The Thing, and The evil dead.

Dustin wasn’t a huge fan of horror movies but Eddie and Robin loved them. Dustin got there a bit early to help Steve set up, they picked up the pizzas Steve ordered, made popcorn, and cleaned a ton of blankets for everybody. The doorbell rang while they were bringing the blankets to the living room. When steve answered the door he was met with eddie & robin arguing over the best pizza toppings and a very annoyed looking Nancy. Slowly, everybody trickled in, having fun, bickering, and getting ready for the movies.

Dustin sat on the floor in front of Robin & Nancy on the couch. Dustin knew they were slipping but didn’t want to embarrass themself in front of everybody, even if they were their friends. Robbin tapped them on the shoulder and leaned down to them. “Dustin? Are you okay?” She whispered in their ear. They thought about it for a second, she knew they regressed sometimes but they didn’t want to bother her. “Yeah, I just feel a little sick.” They whispered back before Eddie threw a piece of popcorn at them to shut the two of them up.

Robbin ran to the kitchen then came back a minute later and handed them a glass of water. “Steve’s carpet was actually expensive, try not to throw up on it.” Dustin tried to drink from the heavy cup but instead dropped it on the floor. Everything became too much for them and they just couldn’t fight it anymore, the scary movie, the anxiety about their friends, and now spilling on Steve’s carpet? They tried to run to the guest room but got lost in the maze of a house. The only room they could recognize was Steve’s bedroom so they ran in in a panic.

As soon as they closed the door they started crying. Steve and Eddie somehow didn’t notice they left, possibly because they were paying more attention to eachothers lips than the movie. Robbin, however, decided to get up and look for them, telling Nancy to stay and clean the spill. She followed the muffled sound of whimpers and sobs to Steve’s bedroom.

Dustin heard a soft knock on the door. “Dustin?” They started panicking, trying to find anywhere to hide but before they could, the door opened. “Dusty? Are you okay? What’s wrong, bud?” They decided not to fight it anymore and buried their face in her shoulder. She stroked their hair and shushed them as she pulled them into a hug.

After a few minutes of calming them down, robbin pulled them back and brushed the hair out of their hair. “Dusty? Are you ready to tell me why you’re so upset?” Dustin whimpered before nodding. “Scary movie an’ started feelin’ small bu’ no wanted be small in front of maxy an’ mikey an’ lucas then spilled on Stevie’s carpet an’ got upset.” Robbin could tell from their slurred speech that they were a lot smaller than usual. “Oh, dusty, we’re all your friends, Max, Mike, and Lucas will love you no matter what. How about you stay here for a few minutes and i can explain to them and ask Eds if he has anything you can borrow. Okay?” Dustin nodded and Robin slid them off her lap. “I’ll be right back, little one.”

Dustin waited on the floor of Steve’s bedroom for a few minutes until Robin returned and started looking for something under his bed. “How old do you feel, bud?” Dustin played with their fingers for a second before holding up two. She grabbed a pacifier & bottle from Eddie’s little box. She picked them up and slipped the paci in their mouth.

Dustin played with their shirt as Robin walked to the kitchen to fill their bottle with juice. When she walked into the living room they hid their face in Robins shoulder.

“Aww! Hey little guy!” Max cooed at them. Dustin peeked out and saw all his friends looking at him happily, they even played the carebears movie just for them! Robin set them in Steve’s lap and they immediately cuddled into him.

This was going to be a good night.

[bwoahtastic]

I was listening to a podcast, and I heard the most heartbreaking story ever, and immediately, I thought of your pain au. So basically, a single parent goes to the hospital for a checkup right before their due date and everything is supposedly going fine and dandy until that appointment where they get told that something happened and the baby is gonna be stillborn. Like the baby is alive as long as he is inside them. And they get admitted to the hospital to wait for them to go into labor naturally. So they go into labor at night alone in their hospital room, and instead of alerting someone, they brave labor and giving birth by themselves just so that they get to hold the baby as long as possible without him being taken away from them.

NOOOOO PLLSSSSS

Okay but Omega Maxy??

LIke he is so happy to finally become a momma and he knows he is strong enough to do it alone and the pup seems really healthy in his tummy!

But then they tell him it will inevitably be a stillborn all of a sudden and Max's world just shatters. Poor thing doesnt have anyone (maybe only himbo bestie charles that he is lowkey in love with i am weak for them)

Max feeling contractions but keeping quiet and turning monitors off even just so he can give birth on his own, crying silently in pain and biting his lip to stop his pained gasps as he suffers through it.

And the pup is fine? It fusses but Max shushes it but he is convinced the pup will pass in his arms because he has been told so. So he just rests with the pup on his chest, watching her and whispering he loves her SO much, but the little one is a fighter and her heart keeps going and her chest keeps rising and falling.

Max screaming when the nurses come in and try to take the pup to give her a health check because he thinks he wont get her back, just so broken and pained because he just wanted to hold her if she were to pass...

[sylvie-writes]

Beautiful Just the Way You Are

word count: 1982

request: 

warnings: talks of negative self-image. please don’t read if this will upset you! 

a/n: this is part 5 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. please ignore any mistakes, I typed this a bit fast and didn’t really check.

Chris 

You and Chris were getting ready to go to one of his closest friend’s wedding. 

This would be the first time you would meet each other so making a good first impression was a must.

Chris had gone to pick up his suit from the dry cleaners and you were currently scouring through the four dresses your sister-in-laws had lended you. 

The wedding was a summer wedding and it was gonna be held on the beach. 

As of recently, the heat had gotten worse each day meaning you didn’t want to be stuck in a dress that caused you to sweat like a runner after 12 miles. 

Both of Chris’s sisters had noted this and unfortunately all four dresses before you were above the knee, something that made you uneasy.

It seemed that when you were going to meet people or attend public events, your insecurities crept up even more than usual and your mind would shove negative thoughts down your throat. 

You were gorgeous, no doubt, but with such poisonous thoughts of yourself, you couldn't see any beauty as your reflection stared back from the mirror.

The first dress was a lacy yellow v-neck dress. It slightly flared out to the sides and it complimented your figure beautifully.

The second dress was a black bodycon, which made you want to scream. While to the average eye, your curves flourished under this dress, all you could see was a belly and hips that you wanted gone.

The third and fourth dresses were similar with thin spaghetti straps and flowy bottoms which reminded you of a bell.  

Unbeknownst to you, Chris had come back sometimes in between trying on the second and third dress. 

He peeked through the door, admiring how amazing you looked. 

Chris kept thinking how lucky he was to have such a woman until he heard yells of anger that shook him from his daydream. 

That was when you tried on the last dress and the final straw was gone. 

Your anger turned into tears as you collapsed onto the food feeling nothing but pain and worthlessness. 

In seconds, Chris was on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your front where your arms were held up to your eyes. 

He rocked you back and forth, shushing you gently. 

“(y/n), honey, speak to me. Tell me what I can do to help you?”

Words were worthless at this point and all Chris could make out was “dress.”

He put two and two together and realized that you were upset with the way you looked. 

For some time now, Chris knew this had been a problem, but he didn’t realize it would bubble up this badly.

He knew words of his compliments wouldn’t help at all because you’d just say that he was lying. 

All he wanted was for you to see yourself through his point of view because you were like an angel.

“Hey, love, listen to me.”

Chris removed your hands from your eyes and looked at you in the mirror. 

“You are stunning, always and forever. Your body does amazing things for you and for me.” He chuckled at the end causing you to laugh a bit, a sad smile on your face. 

“I know you don’t believe me, but I would never lie to you. I made you that promise all those years ago and I will keep it forever, you understand me?”

You nodded just wanting to shrug this whole embarrassing experience off. You were never one to want people to see you like this because it felt like you were vying for attention when you weren’t.

“No, (y/n), I want you to say.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Yes, I know, Chris.” 

He smiled and kissed your temple, “There’s my girl. Now c’mon, let's keep this dress on and I’ll help you with your makeup.

Ransom

You and Ransom were at one of Harlan’s publishing parties.

The family was up to their usual shenanigans leaving you and Ransom to sip on one too many drinks to stay interested.

One Joni walked away after trying to sell you some of her face moisturizer that cost more than the largest bag of dog food, Ransom snuck up behind you and led you to the garden, away from the sight of any house guests.

“How about we sneak away and take a dip in the pool?” His eyebrows raised teasingly and it was hard to resist such an offer.

“But Ransom, I don’t have a swimsuit!” You motioned to your maxi dress that was too pretty to damage with chlorine. 

You set your drink down on the cement bench and went to sit beside it before Ransom grabbed your hand and smirked. 

“Fine by me, here, simple fix!” 

In seconds, Ransom slipped off your dress, not even with a tear which was shocking from his usual animalistic movements. 

This left you standing in your simple undergarments, yet feeling more naked than actually being so. 

Ransom placed a kiss on your head before jumping into the pool in his boxers and nothing more.

He seemed ever so happy, waving his arms for you to jump in as he shook his now mop-like hair, now looking like a wet dog. 

Instead, you were sitting quietly on the ledge of the pool, arms wrapped around your waist trying to cover every inch of your exposed body. 

You felt so terrible like the sight Ransom would see would be so repulsive because that was exactly what you were thinking. 

When Ransom noticed that you were frozen in your spot and zoned out on some dragonfly floating in the pool, he swam closer. 

Ransom placed his hands on your thighs and looked up to see tears running down your nose and cheeks, dropping onto your lap.

At his touch, you involuntarily pushed him away and Ransom respected your space, floating back a bit. 

“Angel, what’s wrong?” 

“Ransom, I don’t want to be out here like this!”

You were on the verge of yelling, but instead kept your voice at a harsh whisper.

“Are you afraid someone will see us because (y/n) I can assure you they won’t. Plus, they’ve seen worse happen in this pool, trust me.” Ransom laughed, but you didn’t and he picked up on this, deciding to remain serious for the rest of the conversation.

“No it’s not that. I don’t want YOU to see me like this!”

The man swimming in front of you was in shock at such negative words coming from your mouth. 

He looked at you as an absolute goddess and he often wondered why a beauty like you would stay with a mess like him.

Sure he was gorgeous on the outside, but you were both inside and out.

“You’re just saying that because you feel like you have to, Ransom.”

You huffed and looked the other way, not wanting to even glare at him. 

Ransom laid his head on your lap in defeat.

“What do you want me to do? Worship you? Because I will! Oh (y/n), have mercy on me with your beauty! You are just so-” 

At this point, Ransom was speaking as loud as possible and he knew he was getting on your nerves.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “OKAY OKAY.  I BELIEVE YOU. Will you just hush now!?” 

Ransom looked up with a devious glimmer in his eyes, before he pulled you into the pool and you squealed loudly. 

“I think you are the one who should hush now, missy!”

Andy 

Andy had just gotten off from work and you had just finished making a surprise dinner. 

He was delighted at the sight of homemade chicken pot pie along with two bottles of old fashioned soda, a small tradition between the two of you.

You both settled down to watch a movie with your plates of chicken pot pie.

Andy had picked a movie that you’d never seen before and within five minutes your happy mood had morphed into insecurity. 

Turning, you saw Andy intently watching the movie as the most perfect woman appeared on screen and the negativity sprawled from your mind, turning nothing into something. 

While Andy just innocently enjoyed the movie, your inner saboteur told you that he was more so enjoying the sight of the gorgeous woman on screen. 

After all he had been stuck with you, so you didn’t blame him. 

Well he wasn’t actually stuck with you, but that's what you told yourself. 

You told yourself that he just felt bad for you and that is why he stayed. 

Andy noticed that halfway through the movie, you were uncharacteristically quiet and a sour pout on your face. 

“Gosh, imagine looking like that! That would be a dream.” A bitter laugh ended your snide comment and Andy immediately shut off the tv.

“Why did you do that?!” 

Andy just shook his head, “Because of what you said! (y/n), is there something you’d like to tell me?” 

“All I said was that I wish I looked like her. What’s wrong with that?” You nonchalant shrugged and turned away from his hard stare. 

“Honey, I can read you very well and I can tell that wasn’t just a joke.” 

You were quiet and Andy continued to pry. He pulled you tight to his chest, murmuring whispers of praise causing you to break and cry quietly.

“See, even when you cry, you are pretty.” 

Steve

The funny thing about insecurities is that it can turn someone into an absolute mess or monster. 

In this instance it was both.

You and Steve were at a cafe, one that you had been visiting together for years now.

Today, it seemed that the cafe had hired new employees as at least four faces you didn’t recognize were waltzing around the kitchen. 

It didn’t bother you until a complete beauty who introduced herself as Cara waited at your table. 

At first it was like the green eyed monster had crawled out of you and you felt shameful all until gut intuition showed you that she was being a bit too friendly with Steve. 

Little glances from across the room with flirty waves. At one point you swore that she winked at him. 

Her tone would instantly change anytime she talked to you and that made your blood boil.

Steve noticed your change in attitude as a borderline scary scowl worked its way on your lips. 

You were burning holes into the back of her head as you thought about how perfect the two would be together. 

Steve tried to nudge your half of your sandwich to catch your attention as he was clueless to what was running through your head. 

“Hey, doll. Why don’t you eat your sandwich? The flies are crazy and I can’t keep them away for long!” He swatted at the nagging flies, laughing at how the tiny creatures were defeating him, Captain America. 

You didn’t hear any of what he said and instead mean words that never once came out of his mouth.

“Why don’t you go be with her. She’s so perfect for you anyway.”

You stood from the table and stormed out the door, the tiny bell above it mocking you.

Steve was utterly confused at this random outburst. 

All he had mentioned was the sandwich, nothing about a girl, especially the waitress, whatever her name was.

Thinking back, Steve realized that she was flirting with him, but he was just so used to being friendly that he didn’t notice that he had put up such an illusion.

Especially one that hurt you.

The only word he was able to get out was “what” before he rushed out behind you.

He grabbed your arm and spun you to face him, not angry as he knew exactly how being insecure felt. 

“(y/n), you are the only one who is perfect for me.” 

You just fell into his arms, remembering that you were truly the only one for Steve.

[mandoalorian]

Red Carpet [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Summary: you attend an awards ceremony with your fiancée, Maxwell Lord. It’s nerve-wracking, but he knows how to comfort you, and you even meet a few celebrities along the way.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: alcohol mention, allusions to sex

Word count: 2000

A/N: I wrote this while watching the BAFTAs and got inspired! Pedro looked so cute. Anyways there’s nothing better than some tooth-rotting fluff on a Sunday night. REBLOGS APPRECIATED.

Your heart was racing. You weren’t sure how he did it, or where he got the confidence from, but when you see him all suited up in his tuxedo and hair perfectly coiffed, you feel nothing but pride swell in your chest. You bite down on your lower lip and wrap your arms around him as he stands in the mirror and adjusts his black bow tie.

“You look amazing,” you coo, nuzzling your head into the crook of your neck but being extra careful not to rub your makeup on him. “Smell good too.” you hum, taking in the notes of sweet honey musk with a hint of spice.

He spins around and his hands immediately find your waist as his dark eyes rake your figure. You’re wearing a silver glittering gown that hugs your body in all the right places. “You look… breathtaking,” he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over your neck. When he pulls away from you, he sees the way you happily scrunch up your nose and his entire face lights up. “How did I ever get so lucky?” he asks.

You feel your cheeks flush with heat and you look down at the floor. You and Maxwell have been together for years now, but you still get a little shy whenever he compliments you. He finds it endearing though and his fingers tap at your chin, pushing it upwards so he can look you in the eyes again. He’s completely enamoured by you. You could do absolutely anything and it would capture him into a trance. 

Not once did he ever believe that he was someone capable of falling in love. That was, until, he met you.

“Are you nervous?” you ask, swaying your hips slightly. You’re nervous. You don’t want to say anything to worry him, but he can probably tell none-the-less.

“Not really.” he replies, checking his hair one final time. You’re glad he’s feeling okay. He’s always been good at talking to big audiences. You’re proud of him too. Knowing just how far he’s come.

“If there was a category for best infomercial, you would win.” You assure him and he lets out a laugh.

“Oh I agree,” He cheekily grins, linking his arm with yours. He’s not been nominated for an award, but he was hosting a category. Maxwell wasn’t exactly a A List Hollywood celebrity, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t famous. Everyone in the world knew his face and he was most certainly a household name. If it wasn’t from his commercials or speeches, it was from the lavish parties he held and all the reality TV guest appearances he starred in. “The limo is waiting. Are you ready?”

You grab your purse and nod your head. When you make your way downstairs to the car, his hand doesn’t leave yours once. You’re lucky enough to live in a pretty private enclosed neighbourhood with him, but the second you’re both in the city, there are flashing cameras everywhere.

The bright lights are overwhelming, and you wince as they blind you. He’s used to it though, and he makes full effort to shelter you from it. 

First thing on the checklist was to complete the red carpet. Knowing that there were so many cameras on you, and that your photographs would most likely be in the tabloids tomorrow, makes you feel uneasy. But Maxwell always knows how to calm you down. His hand rests on the small of your back and he whispers a few jokes in your ear now and again which force your lips to curl into a genuine smile.

If it was up to him, he’d spend every moment relishing the limelight and garnering attention. However, he knows you aren’t the biggest fan of it, so as you duck your head down, he makes it his goal to get you inside as fast as possible.

They’re all shouting his name and he politely waves. But once you’re inside, he makes sure you’re okay, and gives your arm a little squeeze. You can see him though, trying to take a peek outside. There are cameras and press waiting for him, you know that, and it was a big night for him. You’d hate to be the thing keeping him from enjoying himself.

“They want to see you,” you tell him. “You should go out and see them.”

“No,” he firmly states, shaking his head. “No. C’mon, I’ll take you to the bar.” He slips his hand into yours and goes to take you across the lobby. You dig your heel into the floor, refusing to move. When he looks at you, you’re smirking playfully.

“Just go. It’ll be good press for Black Gold. I’ll be fine.” you insist, flattening the palm of your hand against his chest. The material of his white shirt is soft and feels so luxurious.

He hesitates slightly, not wanting to leave your side, but he knows that there is no point in arguing. Besides, you have point. “I won’t be long.” he promises before kissing you. When he pulls away, you can’t help but grin, seeing your red gloss smudged against his own soft lips.

“Oh wait!” you laugh, licking your finger and wiping it off for him. “Okay, now you can go.”

When he heads back outside, they go wild for him. They’re asking him all these questions about what charities he’s considering donating to at his next fundraiser, or what his own personal thoughts are on the latest celebrity gossip. But, all he can think about is you.

“I always love chatting to you,” Maxwell flashes his charismatic television smile as he charms the journalist. “But my fiancée is inside waiting for me so I must be heading off.”

Maxwell realises what he’s done immediately after the words leave his mouth. Neither of you had come out and announced your engagement yet. Of course there had been rumours, when the paparazzi had caught shots of the enormous diamond rock on your finger, but nothing had ever been confirmed. The journalist looks overjoyed when he realises he’s the first to learn this information.

“Oh Mr. Lord!” he cries. “Congratulations. This is just terrific news. Do you have a wedding date yet?”

A pink blush crosses Maxwell’s cheeks at the thought of you on his wedding day. “Uh, no,” he answers. “But she wants a summer wedding.”

Maxwell finds himself gushing about you for a little longer than he intended, but he’s really not out there for too long. He’s inpatient to get back inside with you, and grab a drink. You already have a glass of whiskey waiting for him. 

You’re waiting at the high rise bar, your feet dangling from the stool you’re sat on as you sheepishly eye up all the famous guests who are waiting in the lobby. Maxwell jumps up from behind you and you almost fall off your chair, but in one swift movement, he steadies you and holds you tight.

“Maxie,” you mumble, thankful that he’s back with you. “I think I just saw Elton John.”

Maxwell gasps and looks around. “Where?”

You shyly point your finger into the corner, where a Elton John is standing, nursing a cocktail and speaking to--

“Is that Madonna?!” you practically yelp. 

Maxwell adores how excitable you get. “Why don’t we go say hello?”

You look at him as if he’s crazy.

“Max… that is Elton John and Madonna. I can’t--, we can’t… I’m--”

He shushes you and takes your hand. “But imagine how amazing it would be if we could get them to play at our wedding?” 

You feel your heart blossom at the thought but you’re still unsure. “I don’t know…” you trail off but he pouts and you take a deep breath. “Okay. Okay fine.” you sigh, giving in to his puppy dog eyes.

As it turns out, Elton John and Madonna were lovely people.

The awards ceremony is about to begin and you sit around a table which is relatively close to the stage. The seats are warm and made out of crushed velvet, and each guest is given a glass of the finest champagne. Around the table sit other celebrities.

Sure, being around Max means that you’ve met a lot of famous people in your time, but being in such close proximity to them would never not be scary. You weren’t born into wealth or success like the majority of people here were. As someone with a habit of being clumsy and easily flustered, you knew this lifestyle wasn’t for you, and you didn’t think it ever would be. But Maxwell was a natural and he fit in so well around these people. You’d always be there to support him.

You anxiously twist the engagement ring on your finger when he stands up and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I won’t be long,” he utters under the music. “Will you be okay?”

He’s due to go on stage in fifteen minutes and the crew has requested that he goes behind the curtains to prepare. You wish you could go with him. As long as you’re with him, you’re fine. You silently nod and he brings his hand down to your cheek, gazing at you with sparkling brown eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Go,” you laugh, swatting his arm playfully and then quickly rubbing out any crinkles you might’ve put in his suit. “I’ll be fine.”

He grins and kisses you one final time before disappearing into the crowd. When he’s out of sight, you decide to take a sip of your champagne, hoping the alcohol would relax you just a little bit. But then George Michael from WHAM! taps you on the shoulder, and you feel like your heart is in your ass.

“May I sit here?” He asks, pointing at the chair next to you. It’s unoccupied, other than your purse which was sitting on it.

“Oh! Sure!” you blurt out, doing your best to stay calm. The two of you sit in silence as you wait for the lights to go down.

“Do I know you?” George asks eventually, folding his arms across his chest. He looks somewhat bemused. “I feel like I recognise you.”

“Um, no. I mean-- you probably don’t know me. But I’m here with my fiancee, Max Lord,” you explain. “He’s presenting the ‘Best Actor’ category.”

“Oh!” George grins, slapping his thigh. “Of course I know Maxwell! He’s the oil guy!” George clears his throat before pointing his finger. “Life is good, but it can be better!” He impersonates one of Max’s most famous one-liners, and you laugh, nodding your head.

“Yep, that’s him.” you confirm.

“I actually invest in his business.” George tells you and you smile politely.

“Oh, well he’d be thrilled to know that.” you tell the star.

Not long after your brief conversation with George, the event begins. You’re so nervous for Max, but you know he’s going to do great. When he comes on stage, he’s just as bold and charming as you anticipate, and you have no doubt he’s swooning audiences all around the world. He winks at you before announcing the nominees, and you feel a flurry of butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s in his element and you love nothing more than to see him do the thing he was best at.

Max announces the winner and offers her a hug when she comes to collect the award, but all he can think about is heading back to the table so he can be with you for the rest of the night. Sure, he enjoyed all of this. But he loved being with you even more.

When he sits back down next to you, his hand travels under the hem of your dress and up your thigh. His fingers trace loving patterns into your skin. “I was thinking…” he hums quietly, the vibrations of his low voice enough to make a shiver run down your spine. “What if we just skip the after-party and go straight home?”

You’re baffled by his suggestion and shoot him a bewildered look.

“What? But you love parties.”

“But I love you even more,” he reveals, grinning at you dork-ishly. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to get that dress off you from the moment I saw you in it.”

You giggle and lean your head on his shoulder. Events like this were always nerve wracking, but as long as you were with Maxwell, you were in your happy place. Still, the thought of getting out of here and spending some one on one time with your soon to be husband was more than appealing.

“Let’s ditch.” you tell him, and you live for the smile he gives you.

You couldn’t wait to marry Max and be with him for the rest of your life.

-—-—-—♡—-—-—-

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[lost-in-fandoms]

thinking abt ur vamp daniel and sweet maxy again 🥲 i hope they’re doing well they’re my favourite fics ❤️❤️

babe stopp that's so sweet 😭💕this makes me so happy! i think about them often too i love them very much!

they are very happy and very in love so you can have some fully unedited smut 💕 (part 1 and part 2)

cw: explicit sexual content, blood drinking, sweat kink if you want to see it

Daniel doesn't open his eyes when he hears the door opening and then closing again, following Max's actions with sound alone.

His slight stumble while taking off his shoes, the clinking of the keys being dropped on the counter, the crinkling of a bag. The fridge opening and closing, water bottle's cap twisting and then Max's throat working as he drinks. A whispered hello to one of the cats who went over to investigate. The gentle thumps of Max's socked feet on the floor.

"Good run?"

The sound of the bottle being squished in surprise. Daniel can't help his smile, knowing Max thought he was asleep, motionless and quiet on the sunlight patch on the couch, one cat still curled up next to his feet.

"You're such a dick," is what Max replies with, pout clear in his voice, but Daniel still hears him come closer.

When he's just a step away, Daniel cracks one eye open, just enough to see Max bending over him, flushed and sweaty. He purses his lips, expecting a kiss, and what he gets instead is Max's sweat-soaked tshirt being dragged against his cheek and Max's giggles in his ears.

He splutters in fake outrage and disgust, reaching out in a flash to grab Max's thighs and pulling, making him lose his balance and almost crash over him.

It doesn't take much effort to get Max to lay down on top of him, even as he squirms and complains about his sweaty clothes.

"You chose this," Daniel tells him, even if he didn't, winding his arms around Max's waist to pull him flush with his body. Both the cats have disappeared, probably bothered by their fake scuffle.

"You won't let me go shower?" Max whines, pout out in full force, played up for their game. Daniel wants to lick the drop of sweat making his way down his neck.

"Nope," it's what he says, instead of something like I won't let you go anywhere ever again, popping the p just to see the way Max's gaze travels down from his eyes to his lips.

Max hums distractedly, interest in the game of pretend already gone as he leans down to kiss Daniel.

His lips are warm and salty against Daniel's, his damp skin sticking to Daniel's wherever they're touching, tongue wet and demanding from the start. One of Daniel's hands travels up his spine to grab at his neck while the other travels down, splayed across the small of his back, pushing Max's hips down just as he grinds his own up.

Max gasps, barely there sound falling from his mouth straight into Daniel's.

"I missed you," Daniel whispers, kissing his cheek and then nosing his way down along his neck, the scent of sweat and blood mixing in the most delicious way.

"I was gone for...ah!" Max doesn't finish his sentence, dropping his forehead against Daniel's shoulder with a moan, circling his hips with more intent, helped by the hand that is now inside his underwear, cupping one of his cheeks, their clothed dicks sliding together.

"I still missed you," Daniel replies, finally giving in and licking a long stripe from Max's clavicle up to his jaw, making him shudder.

"I missed you," he repeats. "And then you walked in all sweaty and," he presses his fangs against Max's neck, not breaking the skin, just wanting to feel his pulse speed up, the way his breathing goes choppy, "delicious."

Max whines, panting against Daniel's shoulder, squirming in lap.

"Please, Daniel, please."

Daniel doesn't know what he's begging for, to come or for Daniel's bite, but he's always been a generous guy, so he shushes him softly, dragging Max out of his hiding place and pressing two fingers against his mouth.

He looks gorgeous like this, blush spreading from his face down to his chest, eyes already unfocused, plush lips parting easily for Daniel, tongue wrapping around his fingers with a sigh, hips still moving.

"Good boy," Daniel finds himself saying before he can even make the decision to, "gorgeous boy."

Max closes his eyes, mouth dropping open again as a shiver runs through him, matching sparks lighting up Daniel's insides at the reaction.

He goes back to his previous position as soon as Daniel lets him, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his skin, as Daniel circles his rim with his now wet index finger.

"Can I taste you, Maxy? It's not going to be too much?" Daniel asks, lips brushing against Max's neck again, knowing he had fed only yesterday.

"Not to much, please," Max whines, shaking his head, dragging his sweaty skin against Daniel's, feeling warm warm warm on top of him. He can feel Max's hard dick against his own, can imagine the wetness gathering on the tip, staining his underwear, wishes he could have him whole in his mouth, taste every part of him at the same time.

"Okay, baby, okay," Daniel soothes, grabbing his neck once again to position him better, to keep him still.

He pushes just a fingertip inside his hole and Max keens, arching against him, hips moving faster. They're both growing more frantic now, and for a moment Daniel regrets not taking the time to at least take off their underwear so they wouldn't have to come in their pants like teenagers, but it's too late now. He's not going to waste one moment longer, not when Max is already begging again, a beautiful string of pleas and moans weaving around Daniel's throat like a necklace.

Sometimes he wonders how he got lucky enough to end up like this, with someone so beautiful and sweet, always willing to give himself over to him, trusting him so fully.

He steadies Max's neck, pushes his fingertip just a little deeper, and then he bites.

The familiar taste of Max's blood explodes on his tongue and he moans, deep and guttural, almost covering the sound of Max calling his name, high and delirious.

The only downside of having sex while feeding is that he can't talk to Max through it, but this time it doesn't seem to be a problem, the other far enough gone already to not need any encouragement before he comes, shaking and gasping, just a few moments later. Daniel quickly follows, grinding his hips up against Max's pliant body a few more times, Max's pleasure filling him from the inside with his blood.

It takes a second afterwards, for him to remember himself, closing the bite wound and moving a very dazed Max around in a more proper embrace, kissing his cheek. He seems to be fully out of it, wiped out by the exercise, the blood loss and the orgasm, already halfway to sleep. He checks on his heartbeat, just a little stuttery, and on his breathing, starting to slow down, before kissing him again.

"Shower?" he murmurs, not wanting to wake Max up but not wanting him to be uncomfortable either.

Max hums, snuggling closer with uncoordinated limbs, hand flopping on top of Daniel's stomach.

"You do it," he slurs, making Daniel smile.

"Of course, baby."

It's one of the perks, being able to lift his boyfriend effortlessly to carry him in the shower, to be able to hold him up while getting the both of them clean, and then taking him to bed, still naked under the sheets.

"You'll need a snack and water in a minute, Maxy," he says as they settle together, Max's head on top of Daniel's chest, knowing full well Max is not going to be awake in a minute,

"Nap, food, meeting," Max replies, mumbled words coming together in a barely comprehensible mush. "Love you," he adds then, like an afterthought.

Yeah, Daniel can get behind that plan, but even if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to do much, his love you too going by unheard, Max already asleep.