I’m swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned. So don’t apologize, I’m losing what I don’t deserve.

Stripper Charles & mafia boss Max let’s fucking goooooo.

The whole concept of that slutty Monegasque cunt being a stripper is so hot and funny to me, not to mention very in character of him.

Damn some of them ao3 writers seriously match my freak to a concerning level. Like give me a chance, let’s get married.

The way some of these bitches describe a dick is just more proof that we’re all gay cock virgins on ao3.

Like babe yeah if a cock actually looked like that I’d be bisexual.

I love it when a smut is so funny I’m actually laughing my ass off.

You put a daddy kink in a Lestappen fic and I’m already short of breath landolaughing my lungs out.

It’s about feeling safe you know? Then I think I can handle it.

He said it would only last a while though, then it all comes back.

It would be nice if everyone in this family would chill the fuck out.

This weather is actually to die for.

Max on pole, finally, let’s fucking go.

Ugh that white suit is my nightmare, put my boy back in navy.

My boy was actually so happy, this is adorable.

"It’s as if i need to experience something extraordinary to truly feel alive. i feel like, soon, i will disappear. and it will be as if i never existed. so, if i don’t make the most of every moment, it seems like it will all be in vain."