Yums: Everything else! I have experience in some Dead Dove themes, so I’m down to write for most dd prompts!
About Me: Other than writing, I have a passion for music and singing! I love to draw, collage, and make art out of found items. At the moment, I love listening to kpop and edm/house music!
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Latest AO3 Post: Kiss Me Where I Lay Down, Hands Pressed To Your Cheeks; Max/Charles
Indulging his teenage teammate’s wildest fantasies was not usually something he did, but it was getting harder and harder to deny his own feelings, the teeny tiny crush that had blossomed into something Daniel wasn’t ready to face yet.
Daniel felt a sort of hot, burning shame as he watched Max move himself into place, both of them naked. Daniel was certain he would’ve backed out by now, but seeing Max in all his glory, all pale skin and baby fat, only made him want him more.
They were already a weird tangle of limbs, Daniel sitting with his legs spread and Max sat in the space between them. Max’s legs were hooked over Daniel’s thighs, lazily hugged around his waist. In this position, they could scoot close enough to have their cocks right up against each other, perfect for what Max had wanted to do.
Daniel had almost fainted when Max mentioned he had a fleshlight a week prior, even worse off when the kid conjured up this idea that he wanted to use it with Daniel.
Daniel could barely think, barely breathe, Max pouring a generous amount of lube on his cock. Daniel was already hard, of course— he’d been fighting off the urge to pop a boner all week, so it was a relief that he could finally let himself lust after Max with just him to witness it. Max had been awkward at first, jittery, giggly, permanently flushed red as he used the silicone toy on Daniel, using gentle flicks of his wrist. Daniel had to try hard not to collapse back against the bed, leaned back on his hands instead. Daniel’s brain kept conjuring up flashes of Max fucking this thing in his free time, putting all his strength into going as deep as he could, coming into the tight pocket of silicone so hard he sees stars. It shouldn’t have turned Daniel on so much, but he was so far gone for him at this point, Daniel wasn’t sure he could make excuses for himself anymore.
“How does it feel?” Max asked suddenly, still stroking Daniel. He would easily admit that he’d imagined this exact scenario a hundred different times, not ashamed of how much he wanted Daniel. “You’re so big, can’t believe you fit in there,” Max mused, using his free hand to trace the entrance, feeling how monstrously stretched it felt. It’s an obscene sight, Max staring at Daniel with those too-blue eyes and practically drooling over how Daniel’s cock looks, nestled into the sleeve, almost too big to fit.
Daniel let out a groan, much louder than the ones he’d made before. “Feels really good,” Daniel huffed and reached down to place a hand on Max’s thigh, smoothing his hand up to his tummy, feeling the hard line of muscle there, grateful to be able to touch him like this. “You feel better,” he teased, watching Max’s expression turn helpless, like he wants to sit himself in Daniel’s lap instead of using the toy. “Have you thought about this a lot, Maxie?” Daniel asked shakily.
Max nodded eagerly, pressing the fleshlight all the way down and leaving it there for a few moments, letting Daniel relish in the feeling. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted, accent thicker than usual.
“Is this how you do it on yourself?” Daniel breathed, biting his lip as he watched Max’s pace slow, the squelch of the fleshlight quiet between them.
“I do it faster,” Max murmured. “I imagine it’s you, sometimes,” he admitted, looking away from Daniel for a moment, wishing he could hide his embarrassment a little better.
“You make believe it’s me?” Daniel gasped, nearly losing it at the thought of Max being so into fucking him. “You’re gonna kill me, Max,” Daniel whined, resisting the urge to push his hips up into the soft silicone.
Max made sure not to stop his stroking, finally breaking eye contact with his movements to look up at Daniel. “Would you like that? Even if I’m younger?” Max asked timidly. He’d always assumed it was an age thing for Daniel, that the thought of having his much younger teammate fuck him was too far for him. If Max had it his way, he’d be plowing into Daniel most days.
“Fuck, Max,” Daniel groaned, letting his head loll back, his hand moving to rest on top of Max’s around the toy, still letting Max guide it. “You can do whatever you want to me, seriously,” he murmured, breaths getting choppier as he watched Max go faster. He felt a bit crazy with lust, like he never wanted to stop feeling like this, never wanted Max to stop being the innocent little teenager he was, spilling all his greatest desires to him.
Max recognized Daniel’s change of behavior, knowing he was getting closer by the second; it made Max move with a bit more intention. “I want to bend you over in my driver room, so I can fuck you on my couch,” Max blurted out, feeling like Daniel would appreciate a glimpse into his mind. “I think about doing it after every race, Danny.”
Daniel’s jaw was slack as Max spoke, gingerly digging his nails into Max’s wrist. He was speechless as he imagined himself, completely at Max’s mercy, getting fucked like a slut, right on the paddock. It’s not something he’d ever done before, never even thought of testing that boundary. Knowing that Max didn’t care and would rather let his post-race adrenaline take over, just to be able to have Daniel, was too much to handle all at once, and it sent him over the edge.
Daniel let out a moan that was fit for porn, eyes closing as he came inside the fleshlight, thighs shaking and hips trying to buck into the warmth of it. Max’s pace only slowed down a bit, milking the older man of his seed.
Max watched Daniel in awe, in love with how he looked when he came, even more obsessed with how well he’d reacted to the premise of getting fucked by him. “You like that idea,” Max said, more of a statement than a question. Before he pulled the toy off of him, Max leaned forward to kiss Daniel breathless, swallowing every oversensitive mewl Daniel made, pushing his tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.
When Max did pull away, he was panting, feeling much too worked up to not do something about it. Max leaned back, reluctantly, so they had room between them again. Daniel still seemed to be gathering himself as Max pulled the toy off of him, careful not to spill any of his come. “What a waste,” he sighed, resting his weight on his free hand behind him. Max’s eyes were trained on the slit of the toy, currently dripping with Daniel’s come. He didn’t say a word as he tipped it upside down over his cock, letting a few drops fall down his length, his cock an angry red, clearly having been neglected for far too long.
Daniel hadn’t recovered yet, thrown for another loop as he watched Max lower the silicone sleeve to his tip, spreading his come around the opening even more. Daniel knew he’d never forget the sight of Max using his come to slide into the toy with ease, wanting it burned into the back of his eyelids. “Wow,” Daniel said dumbly, unable to articulate how insanely hot Max looked at the moment.
“Danny,” Max whined softly, wanting to put on a bit of a show for him as he used the toy on himself, knowing he wouldn’t last very long. “Show me how you want me to fuck you,” he instructed, as calmly as he could when he’d never taken the reigns before, not with Daniel.
Daniel’s hands moved before his brain could catch up, replacing Max’s hand on the toy like he told him to. He didn’t break eye contact with Max once, pumping faster, harder. “Like this,” he muttered, twisting his wrist for good measure. “Hard as you want, fast as you want, for as long as you want,” he purred, using his free hand to tangle into Max’s hair, pressing another passionate kiss to his mouth. “Anywhere you want,” Daniel tacked on, whispering it against his lips.
Max was never going to last, not as long as Daniel was there, being so impossibly perfect, saying all the right things and doing them even better. “Daniel,” he gasped one last time, kissing him as he came inside the fleshlight as well, mixing with Daniel’s come. He breathed harshly after pulling away, still feeling the aftershocks as Daniel pulled the toy off, setting it on the empty side of the bed.
Daniel practically tackled Max into another kiss, laying him back on the bed and using his weight to keep him pinned down. “Fuck me, please,” Daniel begged, his eyebrows furrowing as he pleaded, moving himself so he was straddling Max, desperate for him to be balls deep inside of him already.
a little driver side profile series i got going on. i plan on doing a lot more of them, but i do enjoy how these latest ones look together! blue & red my fave colors 🫶
There's this moment, for a driver, where you know you're losing the car.
You've caught a curb. Your tyre's hit wet grass. You can feel the car running out from under you but it doesn't sink in until you're milliseconds from impact. This moment where you think you can still salvage it. And then the moment after where you think ah, fuck, that wall's coming up fast. And you accept that you're going to crash, right then.
This is a little bit like that.
Mark feels it; the catch of tyre on curb as he steps into the elevator, presses one button instead of two. The slip of grass as he tightens his arm around Oscar's shoulders. The car skidding off track, Mark opening his hotel room door and settling on the bed and ah, the awareness of the imminent crash. Pulling Oscar into his lap.
He accepts it. In that moment, he accepts that he wants to have this. To have Oscar. Oscar, blushing, straddling Mark's thighs. Oscar, pushing his hair away from his face, nervous, I've never—
It's better and worse in equal measure. Imagining that Oscar's never done this is one thing. Knowing it is another. Knowing Mark will be his first, in some capacity, is everything.
He gets to take this. Pulling Oscar down against him, rocking him in his lap, letting him grind where he's desperately hard against Mark's stomach. Holding him around the hips and then more, sliding both hands under his waistband to grip his arse and spread him wide.
No one's ever—
Mark lets Oscar tip into him, face pressed to shoulder, overwhelmed. He lets him keep at it, where he's rubbing himself against Mark's belly. As much as he wants it all and he wants it now it's better, Mark thinks, to let Oscar take what he wants. Let him feel in control while Mark thinks of all the things he's going to do to him now that he's able.
It's the satisfaction of tossing a stone into placid water. Creating ripples where there were none, watching your effect in real time. A cut into fresh paper, the crack of perfect lake ice underfoot.
Mark lays back on the bed and Oscar clings to him and he doesn't stop. He ruts his hips against Mark and he keeps his face buried in Mark's neck and Mark guides him, helps him. All the times he's ever called him pup are coming back to bite him in the most delicious way. His boy, determined, chasing this like he chases everything else.
"Go on," Mark tells him. His palms are still cupped around Oscar's arsecheeks. He lets his fingertips dip between, right where he wants it most. Where he wants to throw that stone.
Oscar's quiet, when he comes. A hard exhale into the crook of Mark's neck. A stutter of the hips, jagged as a car crash. Mark feels it. The twitch of him, the damp heat as he works himself through it.
Mark rolls them over and Oscar gasps, sharp, at the impact. His face is red, hair sweaty. There's a line dug into his cheek from Mark's collar and it looks so, so much like the impression left by a helmet.
Mark crushes Oscar into the mattress and he thinks of perfect things, disturbed. Lake ice. Pond surface. The crumpled carbon fibre of a first crash.
send kink(s) and ship(s) and maybe i will write more hell things
thinking about max teaching daniel how to give him a blowjob for the first time
inspired by this insane visual
maxiel fwb except of course max is thinking in his head “daniel is my boyfriend :)” but daniel is still full of internalized homophobia so he’s spiraling through it’s not gay if max blows me, it’s not gay if max jerks me off, it’s not gay if i jerk max off because it’s not like i haven’t touched my own cock like that, it’s not gay if i fuck max because girls have assholes too, it’s not gay if we only kissed a few times and only once with tongue—
he can’t rationalize sucking max off. if he were to—do that. cock in mouth = gay and daniel is not. he likes women! but also he likes max. as a friend! it’s not gay as long as daniel doesn’t suck max’s dick. but oh how he wants to do it anyway.
the first time daniel goes to his knees for max he is obviously nervous but trying to play it off with jokes, he gets max’s pants and underwear off and stares at his pretty pink cock bobbing there in front of him and he blurts “here comes the plane, eh Maxy?” to cover the fact that his mouth had already been hanging open.
his tongue lolls as max guides him gently toward his cock. there in the warm cradle of max’s thighs daniel feels dizzy, completely out of his depth but certain he’s never meant to be anywhere else. he touches his tongue to the velvet soft underside of max’s cock and when it throbs against him daniel feels it in his chest like a defibrillator pulse.
he pulls back to look up at max who is staring at daniel like he’s seeing God in front of him. he presses closed-mouth to max’s slick tip so his lips get slippery with him when he says, “teach me to do it how you like it.”
max threads his fingers through daniel’s thick curls and cups the back of his skull as he feeds his dick into daniel’s hot, perfect, virgin mouth. daniel takes it so well, opening his throat for max like he’s done it 100 times before, like he was born for this and only this. max fucks daniel’s mouth slow and deep, almost languidly. daniel is gripping both of max’s thighs to ground himself, can’t stop fucking moaning at how good it is, how much he loves this, can’t believe he didn’t let himself have this before.
max’s hoarse voice praising him— that’s so good, daniel, just like that. daniel is so hard he feels practically blown apart.
max’s gentle rolling thrusts start to give way to a more erratic staccato, his hips lifting higher off the mattress each time. he’s so deep in daniel’s throat that daniel thinks he’ll never be able to taste anything else. his voice is shaky and ragged but still somehow firm when he says, “i’m going to come in your mouth, daniel, you will like it, i promise, it’s so good, you are so good—“
daniel comes as soon as max does, untouched into his shorts, the scattered pieces of his world shifting like blocks in a slide puzzle until the image that comes into focus is max. daniel knows his eyes are wet and red when he gazes up at max. his mouth is still full of come. he can feel it coating his lips. max strokes the side of his face where his cheek is slightly puffed out. “go ahead, baby, you can swallow.” and daniel does.
