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Max isn't going to cry. Max has always been a shit liar when it comes to Daniel.

Nearly ten years after Max's first time is Daniel's last. Written for the @thankyoudanielfest. A sequel to First.

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Any scraps of MILF max and Dilf Daniel this fine Christmas ??🙏🏻 them retired and living their best lives with chubby blonde curly haired babies and like a billion cats

No scraps because genuinely between writing last and finishing twia I am FRIED and still have a couple creative new years resolutions to finish BUT HERES WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MILF AND DILF:

Max never actually decides to carry and all their kids are born via surrogate because being pregnant sounds like a nightmare tbh so they accidentally have triplets (three girls!!!) and max is like perfect we’ve got an endurance team ready to go BUT don’t worry they still have so much kinky breeding sex they both go wild for it

AND they have the three cats AND get a little weiner dog like max grew up with his name is Egbert (Daniel saw it in a list of Dutch names and thought it was the funniest thing in the world, they call him Bertie or sometimes Mr Eggs)

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He proposed 😭😭😭😭 they’re gonna get married and retire together and get lazy and do whatever they want 😭😭😭

Last has changed my brain chemistry, crying Christmas morning reading that shit in bed love it

THEYRE GONNA GET FAT AND PREGNANT AND VERY HAPPY AND HAVE ALL SORTS OF DIRTBAGGISH SEX FOREVER AND EVET AMEN 😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

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i did NOT know you had tumblr so i'm glad i found you! first is one of the very best maxiel fics i've read and i really love how it leans into their initial age/maturity gap. and also besides being Problematic in a way i love it is fun and hot. i've reread it like fifteen times i swear

OMG HELLO THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!! Im glad youve found me because theres so much more to read in my dbd&gm tag!!!!! Enjoy the rancidity 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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For the ask game, processing for First 👀

✑ PROCESSING: pick a fic and I’ll tell you what it was like to write it!

This is SUCH an interesting choice for first because the inspiration and way it came about is quite different from my other fics. i listened to vampire by olivia rodrigo and then immediately went to the brain trust (@xoxogossipzoe and @lilyrizzy) to discuss

i try not to usually write fic while ive got active wips because i use the excitement of a new fic idea as motivation but this one grabbed me by the throat and then very organically i was like hey lily send me a tumblr prompt so i can write it (SOMETIMES THINGS ARE MANUFACTURED)

Lily very big brainly suggested kiss in greed and i was off to the races writing the first prompt which took off… and then i kept writing… until it was almost 7k. Im still shocked by the reaction to it frankly and im shocked at how disgusting it is because i am not really a pwp writer AND im shocked at how continually obsessed i am with it and others are… and how it will hopefully continue on in perpetuity!!!

Fic Ask Game!

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I just wanted to let you know that to get through my work day I daydreamed about dirtbag Daniel and girl Max fucking. Thank you.

the anons thirst for dbd&gm, but unfortunately i don't have them fucking, i only have angst that i wrote on a train ride to see taylor swift and that didn't influence this at all.

She left on the last train. 

A million dollars and more, and she still had to take the train back to Monaco because she was drunk, and it would be a bad look for the face of Heineken 0.0 non-alcoholic beer to get arrested on some back road in France with her Aston Martin in a ditch. 

The city of love, he had said before they left. Max wanted to say, what was more romantic than Monaco, the Côte d'Azur? 

Now she wants to say, you don’t love me. You never did. 

Shitting bullshit. It was the city of lies, probably. And the city of bullshit. The city of shitting bullshit and shitty lies and the shitty bullshitting lying liars that tell them. 

Max had thought— 

Just. 

Who takes their fuckbuddy to Paris to tell them that they’re leaving to go to shitty Renault? 

Max knew—

She knows. Had known. That she is always loving Daniel more than he loved her. 

She would have thought that he didn’t love her, and that it was her being a stupid little girl with a crush like her father kept saying, but after Monaco—

Did he know in Monaco? As he moved above her, in her, with awed tears in his eyes, champagne or pool water making his hair extra curly, that he was leaving for Renault? 

Max had thought that was making love. Just like she thought this trip was the sign that they were—something. 

Something more. 

She should have known when he met her in Paris instead of driving from Monaco. 

He was meeting with sponsors, stupid French sponsors for his new, stupid French team. 

She takes another sip of her shitty canned gin tonic, staring out at the navy black beyond the train’s windows. They say it’s a nice train ride, if it’s not the middle of the night, and you’re not drinking and not not crying. 

Her phone lights up in the window’s reflection. It is of course Daniel. 

She needs to learn how to not pick up his calls. She needs to be better. Practice. Max is good at practicing. 

She’ll start now. 

The screen goes dark, then lights up again. 

It wouldn’t be the first time Max fucked up practice for Daniel. 

Maybe she’ll always be a fuckup when it comes to Daniel. 

She answers, and she listens to him rattle off excuses. She hates it. Hates him. Hates that he’s making her do this, promises to herself that she’s done, that this is it. 

And she hates, most of al, that he’ll make her break that promise. That she’s a silly little girl with a crush on a boy that she thought loved her. 

And she hates that he doesn’t. 

But she loves him, of course. More than all of that. 

Maybe she always will. 

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Will we ever be blessed with more adventures of dirtbag Daniel x girl max?

considering they haunt my every waking moment with their disgustingness and love? yeah. Yeah. anyways here’s ~800 words of max trying to ‘apologize’ to daniel after baku 2017. (the apology may or may not be an offer of anal.) more under the cut!

It’s a tense fucking debrief after Max crashes him out of Hungary.

She’s red-faced, pouty, glaring at the table like it’s the steward who handed her the 10-second penalty. It wasn’t enough, Daniel thinks uncharitably. She’s going to be forced to apologize, and Daniel’s not going to accept. If she’s gonna act like the rookie she pretends not to be, then he’ll act like one back. She needs to learn that her actions have consequences, and since Christian wants to treat her like his golden little princess, that apparently falls to him.

The sun’s just gone down when she knocks on his motorhome’s door.

She’s still red-faced but freshly showered, her hair pulled back into two braids. Dutch, she explained after they fucked after he won Baku.

They haven’t since then. They won’t tonight, seeing as he’s still vacillating between throttling her and demanding she get sent back to Torro Rosso.

She holds up two beers. Awkward and stiff, like she doesn’t want to be here.

Daniel raises his eyebrows. “What are those? Apology beers?”

She nods.

He shuts the door in her face.

Childish, but Daniel never claimed to be anything otherwise.

“Daniel!” He can hear her huff. “Fuck you, Daniel, I am trying to be nice and do the right thing, and you of course won’t even let me because you are a massive dick and will only listen to me if—”

“Jesus Christ,” he yanks the door open to shut her up. He doesn’t know what’s at the end of her sentence, but he’s pretty sure Max isn’t above saying if I’m on your dick.

Which is, like, true. But he doesn’t need the entire paddock knowing that.

“Can you be any louder?” He asks. He shouldn’t because if there’s one thing he’s learned about Max between being teammates and fucking around with her, it’s that she’s got the humor of a nineteen-year-old guy when it comes to sex jokes.

Sure enough, she opens her mouth, big pink lips stretching wide, and he rolls his eyes. “Save it, will you? I’m not in the mood to pretend to laugh at your jokes.”

Max’s eyes narrow. “At least are you going to let me in?”

“Why, so you can give me a shitty beer and tell me that it wasn’t really your fault?”

“Well, I was going to let you fuck my ass, but—”

The rest of the sentence is lost to the sound of blood rushing to his head, or out of it, and him grabbing Max by the arm and pulling her inside, the door of the motorhome slamming shut.

“Jesus Christ, Max, you can’t just say that.”

“Well,” she says, far too smug. “It got me inside.”

“Oh, so that was just a tactic?”

Max frowns. “No, I meant it?”

Daniel shakes his head, takes one of the beers from her hand, opens it on the counter, and downs half of it as he sits on his couch, legs sprawled wide.

He wipes his mouth. Max is staring at his crotch. “It won’t be nice,” he says. “I’m too pissed at you to be nice.”

“I don’t need nice,” Max says immediately. Haughty. She sets the other beer on the counter and walks over to him. Most girls would try to be sexy, but Max is incapable. But despite her clunky, boyish walk, she still fucking is.

She straddles his lap, just like he taught her. “And you, of course, are never nice anyway.”

Max is a fast fucking learner when it comes to sex. Half a year ago, she couldn’t even initiate a kiss, and now she’s nosing at his neck and grinding on his lap. She’s still, like, hella awkward with it. But her inexperience—it’s heavy. And fucking hot. He said he wanted to be her first everything, and Max is apparently content to let him have at it.

He captures those plush, bitten lips in a hungry kiss, shamelessly groping her ass in her ugly khaki shorts. He can’t resist—he smacks her ass once, hard, and she yelps into his mouth.

“I am upset with you,” he says. She’s still writhing against him. Kinky. Neat.

“I am sorry,” she says, breathless as she pulls away. Then she climbs out of his lap, gangly and ungraciously, and pulls off her shirt and sports bra in one go.

He’ll never admit it, but her tits do make him forget why he’s mad in the first place.

“Alright,” he says, standing. “You want me to fuck your ass?”

He grabs her hips and spins her around so her ass is flush against his mostly-hard dick. He grinds against her, and she moans as she nods.

God, another first. He’s high with the thought.

He steps back. Spanks her ass again. “Get on the bed.”

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