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The Man Who Married Me
PAIRING: Lewis Hamilton x Reader x Max Verstappen
CH â 08
Light filtered in through the living room curtains in soft streaks, casting a pale gold across the scattered remains of last night.
Two glassesâone half-empty, one turned over. A mostly finished bottle of bourbon. Your laptop still open but asleep. Notes, paper, and a crumpled blanket hanging off the edge of the couch. And in the middle of it all: you and Max.
You didnât know who woke up firstâonly that your head was heavy, your body stiff, and your phone was buzzing like a wasp trapped in a glass.
You blinked groggily, sitting up slowly. Your neck ached from sleeping crookedly. Max was still lying across the far end of the couch, one arm tucked under his head, breathing softly, chest rising and falling in rhythm. The blanket was tangled between you both.
Your phone buzzed again. You finally reached for it.
14 missed calls. 9 texts. All from Lewis. And one from Lizzie:
Lewis called me last night. I didnât answer. I just saw your missed call from earlier. What the hell is going on??
Your stomach twisted.
You locked the phone and set it back down, rubbing your hands over your face. There wasnât a hangoverâjust that emotional exhaustion you couldnât sleep off.
You stood carefully, making your way to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the smell of fresh coffee drifted into the living room.
Max stirred. You heard his low groan before he sat up slowly, eyes half-lidded. His hair was slightly messy, a faint line across his cheek from where it had pressed into the sofa. He looked⌠normal. Young. Almost gentle.
âYouâre up early,â he muttered, voice still rough from sleep.
You passed him a mug. âHabit.â
He took it, fingers brushing yours briefly, and gave you a grateful nod.
Silence settled again, but this time it was warm. Mutual. Unhurried. You sat beside him on the couch, careful not to collapse against his side, but closer than maybe you should have been.
You both sipped quietly.
His voice was softer now. âDid he call?â
You nodded once. âA lot.â
âAre you going to answer?â
You didnât reply right away. Instead, you glanced at your phone, screen dark again. âNot yet.â
He hummed, then took another sip of coffee.
âI donât think Iâve ever slept that well on a sofa,â he said with a quiet smirk, breaking the heaviness between you.
You laughed under your breath. âI think I died for six hours.â
âI was kind of hoping you hadnât,â he teased.
You looked at him, amused, and then your expression softened. âThanks for staying.â
He shrugged, eyes meeting yours. âThanks for letting me.â
A quiet beat passed.
And then you said the truth. âIt was⌠nice. Waking up next to someone and not feeling like I owed them something.â
Max turned his head slightly, watching you. âYou donât owe me anything.â
You looked back at him. âI know. Thatâs the part that scares me.â
He didnât push. Didnât move closer. Just gave you space to sit with that feelingâwhatever it was.
You didnât talk about Lewis again. You didnât talk about what this meant.
But the coffee between you went cold while you stayed on that couch far longer than you should have. And for the first time in days, you didnât feel entirely broken.
You just felt⌠understood.
.
You stared at the screen of your phone long after Max had left.
The coffee mugs were still on the table. His scent lingered faintly in the airâfaint cologne, clean laundry, the ghost of a night that hadnât crossed any lines⌠but still felt dangerously close to doing so.
You didnât owe Lewis an explanation. But you knew you needed to call.
Eventually, you stepped out onto the small balcony, where the air was cold and sharp enough to wake you up fully. Your fingers hovered over the screen for a second before pressing his name.
Dialing⌠Connecting⌠One ring. Two. Threeâ
âFinally.â
His voice was low. Not angry. Not desperate. But definitely not okay.
âHi,â you said, voice rougher than intended.
âYou disappeared last night.â A beat. âYou hung up on me.â
You sighed, leaning your back against the railing. âBecause I didnât want to hear the lie you were about to tell.â
There was a silence on his end. You heard him exhale.
âI wasnât going to lie to you,â he said. âI just⌠didnât know what to say.â
You shut your eyes. âYou had someone there, didnât you?â
âI didnât sleep with her.â
âThatâs not what I asked.â
His silence said more than words could.
âI didnât bring her to my room,â he added. âBut I didnât stop her from being around, either. So yeah, maybe I crossed the line. I donât know. Everything feels fucked right now.â
You swallowed the lump in your throat. âYou told me this arrangement was supposed to avoid cheating. You made the rules. You saidââ
âI know what I said,â he interrupted. âI know. And I hate that I hurt you.â
You laughed bitterly. âBut not enough to stop.â
Another silence. You could almost picture him pacing.
âI panicked,â Lewis admitted quietly. âThat night after we talked, I felt like everything was falling apart. The car. The team. Us. I didnât know if you even wanted to fight for this anymore.â
âI did,â you said sharply. âEven when it hurt. Even when you were already halfway out the door, I stayed. I didnât run to someone else the first moment I felt lonely.â
That silence again. He didnât deny it.
Then, gentlyââIs there someone else now?â
You paused.
Your lips parted, but the words wouldnât come. No. That was the truth. But there was also⌠Max. His voice, his steadiness, the warmth of that sofa last night. There was something.
But it hadnât happened. And yet it had.
âThereâs no one,â you finally said. And after a pause: âBut I donât know how much longer I can keep waiting for you to choose me.â
Lewisâs voice cracked, just slightly. âYou were never second place.â
âThen why do I feel like a placeholder for the version of you that doesnât exist anymore?â
You heard him inhale slowly. âI donât know.â
The admission was soft. Painful. Honest.
You nodded, more to yourself than to him. âIâll ...You have my schedule if you need to talk.â
âI want to talk,â he said quickly.
You closed your eyes. âOkay.â
But neither of you said goodbye. You just ended the callâquietly. Like a chapter gently being folded shut.
And this time, it wasnât anger that lingered. It was something worse. Doubt.
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She said, âBe gentle.â But her eyes said, âRuin me.â
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I'm so happy! After 3 and 1/2 years of being with my bf, who originally only wanted to be monogamous, he has brought up to me that he gave it a lot of genuine thought and says that he is okay with us opening our relationship!!
It felt random because we have these check-in convos decently often and he usually says he worries that I will just leave him to be with another person due to the trauma of his last relationship and being forced to be open, but he has since realized that he no longer feels jealous when thinking about me with others, and knows that at the end of the day we love eachother and will be married regardless of what we do with other ppl.
I was originally planning on just dealing with manogamy because I love him so much and wanted him to know that I would be willing to stay monogamous. He always said that maybe in the future, he would feel differently once he got past that trauma, but I never expected that of him.
Out of the blue today, he told me that he had thought a lot about it despite us not talking about it in months, and he finally feels like he is comfortable with me being with others!
I never expected this, but it was a weirdly nice time we had talking about boundaries and the fact that he wholeheartedly trusts me enough to do something like thisđĽşđЎ
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