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verstappen-cult · 1 month

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LOVE STORY, M. VERSTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader.

SUMMARY — Going out on dates with Max means taking a lot of pictures to share them on Instagram. Max has never complained, in fact, he's more than happy to show the world just how much he enjoys every single one of those dates.

GWEN'S RADIO MESSAGE. requested by @amoosarte "reader and max go out a ton dates during winter break, with max posing awkwardly while reader is taking picture every second if they go on a date, so max switched it around and take a bunch of photos of her and it's just so adorable and he's so whipped?" i had so much fun looking for max and his gf's pictures because he's literally the 🧍‍♂️emoji in every single one of their pics. so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i hope you like it!

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yourusername Hello, Paris! Winter break has started and what a better way to celebrate than with a first date in the city of love with this handsome man. 💋🤍

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user01 relationship goals

user02 forever grateful with for giving us max content

landonorris thanks for not taking your child with you.

yourusername what don't you understand about romantic holiday? we don't want u here ⤷ landonorris wait did you hear that? it was my heart breaking. completely shattered. 😞 maxverstappen1 you're welcome! 😁👊 ⤷ landonorris i always knew you never wanted me

user03 the pov girlies of tiktok are gonna have a feast

user04 MY PARENTS

francisca.cgomes come and visit, i miss you!

yourusername just let me get rid of max first and i'll come to you, baby maxverstappen1 stop trying to steal my gf from me ⤷ francisca.cgomes she wants me

user05 the second pic is so pinterest coded

user06 max not wearing red bull merch? am i dreaming?

user07 the girlfriend effect is real

maxverstappen1 everyone needs to know that we walked around paris for hours trying to find that coffee place you wanted to try. i feet still hurt!

yourusername you love me ⤷ maxverstappen1 shut up

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yourusername Everything's better if I'm with you.

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user08 omg im gonna cry they look so cute

user09 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

user10 sleeping on the highway sounds like a good idea

danielricciardo disgusting

yourusername you're just jealous

charles_leclerc went on holiday without me? :(

landonorris they left me too ⤷ yourusername OH SHUT UP ⤷ landonorris NEVER.

maxverstappen1 you can join us in st. tropez ⤷ landonorris can i join too? danielricciardo already packing pierregasly count me in oscarpiastri @/danielricciardo pick me up maxverstappen1 I WAS TALKING TO CHARLES

user11 sick and tired of not having my own max verstappen

user12 obsessed with max "heart eyes" verstappen

user13 HE LOVES HER SM

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yourusername We had a reservation at a fancy restaurant today but instead of dressing up, we chose to stay home and build a flower bouquet out of Legos. 🥺🤍

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user14 they 😭 stayed home 😭 instead

georgerussell63 donuts are not on his diet.

maxverstappen1 SHUT UP GEORGE yourusername it's winter break ge, he's allowed ⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah baby defend me

user15 why is no one talking about MAX'S CHEST ON DISPLAY?????

user16 oh she knows what she's doing ⤷ yourusername no idea what you're talking about. 🤭

user17 i am BEGGING you to stop i'm too single for this

user18 MY OH MY

user19 yn's comment section always delivers

user20 happy for them and not at all jealous

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yourusername 🖤🖤🖤

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user21 kill me now please i can't leave knowing i'll never find someone who loves me as much as max loves y/n

user22 THE WAY HE'S GRABBING HER LEG?

user23 MR. VERSTAPPEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

alex_albon where did you two go

yourusername you've reached y/n's voicemail please speak after after the tone

oscarpiastri please remember i'm sharing a wall with you

charles_leclerc good luck mate yukitsunoda0511 i have earplugs if you need some ⤷ maxverstappen1 WTF YUKI

user24 WHAT IS GOING ON AAAA

user25 i can't keep lying to myself. i want a relationship like the one max and y/n have like you can clearly see how much they love each other

user26 OBSESSED WITH THIS DATE SAGA PLS DON'T STOP

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maxverstappen1 I just couldn't leave you without showing you my POV.

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user27 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYD SJDJHSDJKN

user28 all men should be like max verstappen

yourusername i didn't even notice you taking half of these. words cannot express how much i love you.

user29 "my pov" MY PARENTS

landonorris you actually made her look pretty

yourusername i'll cut the brakes of your car ⤷ landonorris THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER

user30 they're so adorable its disgusting

user31 i'm 100% sure their friends are so sick of them

charles_leclerc yes pierregasly you're right landonorris i throw up every time i see them georgerussell63 finally someone understands

user32 STOP THIS MADNESS

user33 oh she has him wrapped around her finger

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #f1 imagine #f1 smau

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valtrieys · 3 months

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★ pairing : bf!chan x reader

★ warnings : smut (ofc) , degrading , some praising , chan calls reader interesting words (whore) kinda mean!chan, d&s dynamics , jealousy , daddy kink (mentioned like 2 times) , overstimulation at the end

★ a/n : this was a draft for a good while and was the original for my second work (sexting w chan) so lmk how it is....

Is this what you wanted? —- do you like it when you make me mad, so I can fuck the brat out of you?"

"n—no," you choked out desperately trying to show that he doesn't have an effect on you

you were currently laid on chan's desk in the studio, his work and things long forgotten on the floor as he couldn't bother with them, not anymore at least

chan was thrusting his hips into you, pace rapid and rough, your mind only being flooded with the feelings of immense pleasure that were going throughout your body,

your senses being heightened to the max, feeling extra aware of your breathing and way blood ran to your head-

"I don't think so baby, you seem to be enjoying yourself," he says with a shit eating grin before throwing his head forward to nibble on your shoulder

the pleasure building up in your stomach becomes too much that you can't hold in your moans anymore, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head

not wanting to give chan the satisfaction he so desperately wants, you try to cover your mouth but he beats you to it and grabs both your wrists holding them up

not being able to say anything without sounding straight up pornographic, you simply bury your head into his desk where his work once was, cheeks running hot

he knows the effect he has on you

he can't ever help himself from teasing you, seeing your flustered face each time he does it, your image so beautiful when it happens,

he can never help the feelings of excitement rushing through him leading all the way to the tip of his thick and veiny cock

"look at me or I'll stop," he threatens, his voice projecting throughout the room, he feels you tighten to his deep and hoarse voice

not being to think properly without the constant thought of the way his cock was filling you to the brim, or the way his punishing thrusts made you feel things you have never felt before,

finally as you go to turn your head, one of chan's hands that was previously holding your hands up moves over, suddenly he's holding onto your chin forcing you to look at his face,

the eye contact you both hold is full of lust and desire, chris examines your face through his hooded eyes, looking at you as his you were a piece of art, his piece of art. all his.

"fuck- look at you. you are mine, all mine,"

he wasn't asking, he was letting you know that you were in his possession, that you are bonded with him forever.

"yes, all y-yours," answering his declaration of your forever bond although knowing what he truly meant, hands moving to grip the corner of his desk in order to stabilize yourself a bit more

"chan, fuck. I'm so close," whispering out, leaving your mouth ajar after letting chris learn the new source of information that you let out,

"my personal whore is gonna come, yeah?" his accent thickens towards the end of the sentence, voice presenting false sympathy adding onto his the pout he was giving you.

moving his hands to go knead your ass giving a few slaps here and there that would definitely leave your skin red for atleast a couple of hours, he slows his pace, slowly rolling his hips into you giving you the full experience of his length.

you let out a choked moan, chris feels the way your walls tighten against him, your close and he knows it

"let it all out for daddy," he hisses out, a mix of his and your sweat sticking to his skin, his face red from the heat of the room,

finally letting yourself cum after holding it in until you were given the permission to do so, riding out your high until you finally came back from the heavenly experience

stringing out whines from the overstimulation of chan still continuing his pace of abusing your tight cunt, "just- a little more baby," he huffs out trying to reach his high

"fuck- you wanted this- don't complain and let daddy do what he needs to," his eyebrows furrowing when you try to whine once more, your whole body sore after a good fuck.

his hips finally start to stutter as he approaches his high, letting out his load inside of you, "my good girl," he sighs putting his chin on your shoulder.

moving you over so he could face you, he pushing your wet hair back finally giving you a peck on the forehead

"my baby did so well for me," he chuckles, his aura completely changing after the fact

"thank you channie," you whisper showing your appreciation for him.

finally adding on as he started to gather both of your clothing, "sorry, for earlier. I didn't know he was flirting with me, I thought he was just being extra nice," staring down at the floor avoiding any eye contact, your voice showing the embarrassment of not being able to take hints.

"yeah, I noticed. just wanted to make sure you know who you belonged to."

#skz smut #straykids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #skz hard hours #skz x reader #bang chan drabbles #bang chan imagine #bang chan x reader #bang chan #bang chan fanfic #chan x reader

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baw-sixteen · 4 months

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would've could've should've - dr3

pairings: daniel ricciardo x op81 social media manager! reader

they could've been so much more

July 9, 2023

You stared at the picture in the darkness of your hotel room. You should've known. Everyone was talking about it.

Nyck has had a terrible rookie year so far. Knowing Marko, knowing Red Bull they needed more. More points, more perfection.

You couldn't say you weren't happy. You were happy. For him. You were elated.

Daniel loved racing. He had told you that before. You had felt it - every time he got into that Mclaren, every time he had done a better score than before.

He wasn't jobless. No. He could never be. Not till the day Christian Horner was still alive. You knew that.

You see the news yet?

You sat up on the bed. That empty feeling inside you shifted at the text.

The last few weeks were bad. Bad for Oscar. Bad for Mclaren.

Bad for you.

But who cared about that?

Oscar was good. He was very easy to handle. He was less trouble than Daniel.

The few people who cared about the fans' backlash had suddenly dropped to one. You were just a social media manager.

I would've stayed on my knees.

And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil

But he wasn't Daniel.

He could never be what you two were.

Yeah.

You did.

You had seen the news.

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"I'm sorry"

A very tired Michael stared at you.

"What's there to be sorry about, yn?"

You laughed. You actually laughed.

The fans were incredibly intelligent you'd give them that. The theories that you, Michael, Yuki and Lando had read on the internet were crazy.

All this time, both you and Michael had got a lot of backlash from the fans. All because you loved your job more than him. All because Mike wanted to share a bit about him to the fans.

And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

Believable. But crazy.

They said you were draining him off his money. That Michael starved him. Gave him severe training. Just to make him perfect.

There was not a single bone in his body you wanted to change. For the better or for the worse. It's what made you fall in love with him.

How you wished sometimes you could just scream it at the world that he already was perfect.

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?

His smile. His charm. His stupidity. His laugh.

That scar on his knee. Or that cut on his chin.

You loved all of him.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do when I see him."

You always had.

Years of tearing down our banners, you and I

He was tired too.

"I heard he didnt ask Pyry for training?"

"No. Says he doesn't need it. Doesn't need anyone. A lone wolf."

"Lone wolf, my ass."

A small smile graces both of your faces. No matter what he said. You knew him better.

Memories feel like weapons.

The moment you walked into the hotel your eyes caught him. Head thrown back with a laugh louder than the fans outside. Smile brighter than the Hungarian morning.

"Yn!"

All eyes fell on you as Lando waved you over from where he was sitting among the drivers in the lobby.

The world felt like it stopped as honey coloured irises met yours.

The eyes that once spoke forever to you, were cold, dark - they were trying to drown you in them, choke you with your own guilt.

You heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces as he looked away from you and turned back to where Max was sitting.

And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven

You could hear Lando saying something but you felt dizzy. Tears started to blur your eyes as that pounding in your chest grew louder and louder.

"I'll speak to you later Lando."

You forced your shaky voice to speak as your feet carried yourself to the elevator as fast as they could. But what your retreating figure could notice was the way he shivered.

Your voice still had an effect on him.

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be.

The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind

A sob erupted from your throat the moment the elevator door closed. Hot, steaming tears rolled down your face.

The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

As long as Daniel Ricciardo was going to be around, you would never be the same.

I regret you all the time

Oh Daniel, we could've been so much more.

Could've, Would've, Should've.

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author's note: hi everyone!! well here it is!! since you wanted a part 2!!

#f1 x reader #dr3 #daniel ricciardo angst #f1 imagine #f1 #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #wouldve couldve shouldve

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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If you're still accepting requests:

Steve has an embarrassing secret (regularly wet the bed as a teenager or something equally embarrassing) and Eddie and the kids find out and they make a few too many jokes about it, upsetting Steve. Eddie wises up and apologises and comforts Steve, and eventually gets the kids to apologise as well.

I hope it's okay I went a slightly different route for the embarrassing thing, but it just seemed like it fit more with me making Steddie happen😂 I also included Robin because I fully believe she was the first and only person to know about it since he was a child and she's super overprotective of him because of it. - Mickala ❤️

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Eddie watched as Robin knocked Steve’s shoulder, effectively waking him up from the very brief doze he’d managed to slip into.

He wouldn’t think much of it except for the fact that it’s happened three times tonight.

If Steve’s that tired, she should just let him sleep. It’s his house, after all.

But she doesn’t.

No one else seems to notice, which is alarming on its own.

For a bunch of kids used to having to be observant about shit, they sure do seem oblivious to this. Maybe because they feel safe here? Maybe because they just assume Robin and Steve are weird?

When it happens a fifth time, Eddie calls them out.

“Why don’t you let the man sleep, Robbie?”

The kids all turn to look at him, then at Robin, who looks at them like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“I just know he doesn’t wanna sleep yet,” she shrugged, clearly lying.

“Oh, c’mon. You would have given up by now if that was all,” Eddie pushed.

“It’s nothing, Eddie. Drop it,” Steve said, more serious than the situation could have possibly called for.

“Is it nightmares? Because you know we all get them sometimes,” Lucas asked.

“Nope.” Steve slapped his thighs as he starts to get up. “Anyone need a drink?”

“Is it embarrassing?” Eddie asked, finally realizing why Steve and Robin may be trying to avoid it.

“Nope,” Robin said.

Steve remained silent.

“What is it? You snore really loud? You talk in your sleep?” Mike asked, finally appearing to be interested in the conversation.

“I suck my thumb! There! You happy now?” Steve was bright red, and looked just irritated enough that Eddie considered not making a joke.

“Wait, like…when babies do it?” Max asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you have pacifiers, too?” Mike asked around a loud laugh.

Everyone giggled except for Robin, who was watching Steve with worried eyes.

“That explains why you always pretended to be super cold at sleepovers. You were hiding that you were sucking your thumb!” Dustin put together.

“Doesn’t that fuck up your teeth? Did you pay to have them fixed?” Eddie asked.

Part of him was genuinely curious, part of him was teasing.

But he watched as Steve’s face did something new, something he never wanted to see it do again.

He looked hurt, but more than that, he looked scared.

Why would he look scared of them?

Before he could say anything to get the kids to stop, Steve was walking away and Robin was getting up to follow him, sending them all a glare.

But the kids didn’t seem to notice, or at least didn’t think it was as serious as it was.

Eddie stood up and put his hands on his hips, not thinking about how much he must look like Steve in that moment.

“We fucked up. It’s okay to tease friends sometimes about stuff, but clearly Steve is really self-conscious about this and isn’t okay with it. When he gets back, you’re all gonna apologize. If you don’t, you leave. I’m gonna go check on him,” Eddie sighed.

The kids were silent as Eddie walked to the staircase and up the stairs.

As he got closer to Steve’s room, he could hear him crying and Robin talking quietly to him. He couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but he knew she was trying to reassure him.

Eddie knocked once on the door, hoping they’d let him in, hoping they’d realize that he wasn’t coming to hurt Steve anymore than he already had.

Robin opened the door, shielding Steve from view.

“What?” she asked him, trying to hide the sounds of Steve sniffling on his bed.

“I just wanted to apologize. I’ll leave after if he doesn’t wanna talk,” Eddie said quietly. He knew the kids were probably listening downstairs and he didn’t think they needed to be a part of this conversation.

“I don’t think he wants to see any of you yet,” Robin said, somewhat apologetically, like she knew Eddie meant it, but also wanted to protect her platonic soulmate.

“It’s fine, Robs,” Steve said from the bed, his voice completely broken.

Robin moved out of the way and let Eddie through, and when he looked at Steve curled up in bed, his heart broke.

Steve was always the strong one, always appeared confident even when the kids teased him about how much he cared about his hair or his lack of a date or his misuse of words.

Eddie had always loved that about him; That he could face anything with the confidence of a person who had never lost.

But this was different, and clearly he’d been so secretive about it for a reason.

“Can I sit with you for a second, Stevie?” Eddie asked, hoping Steve understood that he could say no if he wanted to. The last thing he wanted to do was pressure him into hearing an apology he wasn’t ready for.

Steve nodded, sniffling again as tears continued to fall from his eyes.

God, they really fucked up.

Eddie sat on the bed, watching as Robin left the room, silently having a conversation with Steve before closing the door behind her.

“I’m really sorry about the teasing. We should have realized that you didn’t want to make a big deal about it and stopped. No one actually thinks less of you because of something you can’t help, okay? Especially not me. I’m the last one to judge considering I still sleep with a stuffed animal every night,” Eddie admitted.

Steve lifted his head and looked at Eddie, lifting his hand to wipe at his nose.

It shouldn’t be as cute as it is, but Eddie’s already admitted to himself that he thinks everything Steve does is adorable.

“You do?” Steve asked.

“Yep. And, to make it even more embarrassing, I didn’t even have it since birth or anything. Wayne got it for me when I moved in with him when I was 10. He knew I was having trouble sleeping and thought it would help.”

“Did it?”

“Yep. I don’t always cuddle with him, but he’s always in my bed,” Eddie gave him a small smile.

“Does anyone know?” Steve rested his head back down on the pillow, closing his eyes.

“Just Wayne and you,” Eddie said, looking down at his lap.

“Thanks for telling me.”

Eddie looked over at Steve, who still had tears dripping from his eyes, though much slower.

Eddie reached out and used his thumb to slowly wipe them away.

Steve closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“Is Robin the only one who knows?” Eddie whispered, not wanting to interrupt the moment, but wanting to know a bit more.

“Other than my parents and Tommy, yeah. But I think Tommy thought it stopped by the time we got to high school. But um, my parents never liked it much. And I guess when it didn’t stop when I was in elementary school, they decided to try to make it stop. I remember them making me wear gloves, and soaking it in vinegar, and my mom even sprayed hairspray on it at one point to try to get me to stop, but it still happened. My dad refused to even talk about it once I hit middle school. And then they stopped coming home so I guess they figured it was my problem to deal with. Tommy pretended not to notice, which I guess is better than teasing me about it.” Steve sighed. “And then I fell asleep at Robin’s after Starcourt and it happened and she asked me about it. So now, she makes sure I don’t fall asleep in front of anyone so no one else finds out.”

Eddie nodded along, hating Steve’s parents even more, and somehow hating Tommy slightly less for at least not making Steve feel bad about it.

“It’s just a comfort thing, yeah? You don’t do it consciously.”

“Yeah. Robin said it’s something about oral fixation, which sounds dirty and I’ve told her a million times-”

Eddie smirked as he leaned in to kiss Steve on the lips.

It took Steve a moment to start kissing him back, but when he did, he let out a small sigh against Eddie’s lips and placed his hands in Eddie’s hair.

“Gotta say, I didn’t really think sucking my thumb in my sleep was a turn on,” Steve whispered against Eddie’s lips when they parted, resting their foreheads against each other.

“Literally everything you do is a turn on for me. But besides that, I just wanted to kiss you. That okay?”

“Yeah. Uh. It’s great. Is that something you’d wanna do again or…?”

Eddie leaned in to kiss him again instead of answering.

A knock on the door interrupted them, but Eddie didn’t move off the bed, just placed his hand on Steve’s hand by his head.

“Yeah?” he called to whoever was knocking.

“Can we come in?” Dustin asked through the door.

Eddie looked to Steve, who looked unsure.

“You don’t have to let them in, but I think they want to apologize,” Eddie whispered.

“Come in!” Steve called, though he didn’t move or try to make Eddie move his hand.

He seemed to want, maybe even need, the comforting touch.

The kids all piled into the room, all of them looking like they’d been through another round of Upside Down shenanigans.

“We just wanted to say we’re sorry about the teasing. El told us about how she started sucking her thumb when she first started living with Hopper because of all the changes and how hard it was to stop. We didn’t mean to take it that far and hurt your feelings.”

Will must have been the one chosen to speak for all of them, but they all added in their own apologies quietly when he finished.

“Thanks guys. It’s okay. I know it’s weird so I get it,” Steve said, still sounding too sad for Eddie’s taste.

“Hey, no. We all have weird things. It doesn’t give anyone a free pass to push boundaries,” Eddie said, giving the kids a look.

“Eddie’s right,” Dustin said. “I know what it’s like to be made fun of for stuff you can’t control and it sucks, even when it’s people you know don’t actually mean any harm. We’re really sorry.”

“It’s alright, guys. Thanks for saying you’re sorry. Is it okay if we have movie night tomorrow instead, though?”

The kids all agreed quickly, and Robin appeared by the door to tell them to call their rides and get the hell out.

She shot Eddie a look that said he’d be getting a very specific type of talk the next time she saw him, but she didn’t say anything as she kissed the top of Steve’s head and said her goodbyes.

“You don’t have to stay. I’m alright,” Steve said to Eddie, who was already slipping his shoes off so he could get comfy in bed with Steve.

“I’ll leave if you want me to, but I think I’d really like to stay.”

Steve watched as Eddie walked over to the lamp in the corner and shut it off. It was still early, barely past dinner time, but he was exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions and not sleeping very well the night before.

“You can stay. But. Well, you know. It’s gonna happen,” Steve was blushing, but Eddie wasn’t gonna let him be embarrassed about it.

“I know. Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you,” Eddie shrugged.

“Okay.”

Eddie got in bed, pulling the comforter and sheets over him, and nestling against Steve’s back, wrapping his arms around his chest and tugging him close.

He felt Steve relax completely against him and he couldn’t help but smile against his shoulder, letting his lips linger there in a soft kiss.

It didn’t take long for Steve to fall asleep, Eddie could tell when he did from the way his breath started puffing out slower, his grip on Eddie’s arm going slack.

He soaked in the moment, let himself think about being here, holding Steve in his arms, kissing him.

And then he felt Steve’s hand that was laced with his lift up, and Eddie’s thumb was in Steve’s mouth before he could do anything to stop it.

He wouldn’t have stopped it anyway.

If this was what Steve needed, he would be here every night.

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Max Verstappen X Celeb Ex!Reader -Angst.

Part 2, no warnings, just mentions of alcohol, reader gets really drunk, breaking up and arguing, so pretty angsty. Mentions of flirting but that’s it. Daniel Ricciardo is a legit Angel. Now Max Verstappen is crowned champion of the Silverstone Grand Prix, y/n watches on with a bitter sweet feeling, remembering all those races where she’d be the first person to congratulate him. Now everything’s different. She turns to the endless flow of alcohol that night when out in a club, things get a little tense when Max also happens to arrive at the same place. Alcohol distorts tf out of her poor, heartbroken brain and an argument ensues.

“And Max Verstappen takes first place in the Silverstone GP!” Without thinking about it, my arms reached into the air as I jumped up with a joyful cheer. Max was dominating the track this season, and it was a break from reality to utterly immerse myself in the race. I knew cameras were on me when a few eyes turned my way so I settled down with a genuine smile, glancing around the area to find where Max’s car would pull up. Already I’d joined his mum and sister in the Paddock for a few- too- many drinks, it wasn’t awkward, but I didn’t know if that was just the champagne talking.

It was safe to say I’d got completely and utterly wankered. I’d liked to have thought that it wouldn’t have continued, but I ended up heading to an exclusive club after the race, unable to give in and go back to my lonely hotel room. “Wow, you really are heartbroken girl.” Anise, who I worked with with Sky watched me shot down the Tequila. I’d sobered up from a small pit stop at the hotel room, so I was making up for lost drunkness now.

“Fuck it!” I shrugged, spitting the lime back into my glass as her eyes trailed over my shoulder. I followed her gaze to see Max had just walked in with a bunch of other guys from Red Bull. My heart jumped and immediately the distraction of alcohol no longer felt effective.

“Fuck.” I repeated as she offered me a sad smile. “I’m on the next round, girl…” Hours had passed and my attempts of avoiding Max had been successful. Well, apart from the glimpses we’d share from across the packed club. Every time I’d watch for him, I’d find him doing the same to me. It hurt way more, we used to love going out together, now we were acting like people who had never seen one another before.

“Hey! Hey, y/n/n!” A voice caused me to jump from my trance that was Max Verstappen. I blinked back, looking up to Daniel Ricciardo as a smile broke on my face. “Danny, hi!” I embraced the longtime friend who squeezed me a little extra harder. “How are you, you okay?” He kept a hand on my arm seeing as I stumbled slightly.

“I’m- I’m good! I’m a little drunk, how about you?!” I yelled over the music as he smiled back to me. “I can tell, I’m great, you wanna come over and say hi to everyone?” He offered, nudging me over as I shook my head. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” “Are you sure? Max wont bite you.” He teased causing a sad little smile to form on my face. “He might do.” I teased as Daniel threw an arm over me. “I’ll look after ya’.” With that the Australian was leading me back to where Max was stood with the rest of the team.

“Look who it is!” Daniel pointed as a bunch of men cheered out, I noticed Geri was there alongside Christian Horner, and I was overwhelmed with happiness when they welcomed me first into a hug. I was scared they’d hate me and my drunk mind was sensitive, especially when Geri had told me how much she had missed me. “How are you sweetheart, we miss you?!” Christian asked, kissing me on the cheek as my eyes landed on Max. He’d blanked me completely, tapping on the bar below with a solemn expression. I wanted to say hi, but he didn’t look up once.

“I’m good, I’m good, yeah.” I blinked a few times, back to the conversation ahead of me. “Stay here with us for a bit, we missed you!” Geri insisted, repeating Christians words. I could feel my chest knot and tighten painfully the longer I stayed around Max, and I knew I wanted to cry. Not here, not here, you never cry in public don’t ruin that now.

“I miss you guys!” Instead I forced out a sad laugh, glancing back to the free space at the bar. “Do you need another drink?” I then eyed up Geri’s empty Prosecco glass. “I’ll grab another bottle.” I insisted, hurrying towards the bar, further down than where Max sat. He looked like he was forcing himself to have a good time, and it kinda irked me that I was probably ruining his celebrations. I’d never felt unwelcome with Max, not once, but now I just felt like I was invading a space that wasn’t mine. The longer I waited at the bar the more awkward I’d convinced myself to feel. I was just about to leave when a man blocked my view. “Oh, hi!” I drunkly spoke, not having a single clue who he was. “Oh hi!” He chuckled, holding out his hand. “I’m Frankie, you’re beautiful.” Oh no… “Ah, thank you.” I shyly spoke, stumbling as I attempted to lean back slightly. “Woah!” He chuckled, reaching a hand to rest on my back. “You alright?” He questioned, hand lingering as I felt myself grimace in frustration. Not the man I wanted to see or talk to right now.

His hand began trailing down to the curve of my spine over the bump of my ass, I cringed, nudging him away. “Really not interested in you or your fucking creepy hands right now.” I hissed, the turn causing him to hold up both his hands and strut away with wide eyes. As if he thought that would work. When my vision was free, I looked up to see Max now occupied. Talking to a girl. My heart dropped and stomach churned. He hand a hand on her back as she giggled besides him, nodding eagerly before his his hand slipped off again.

Oh, fuck. Now that was a massive punch in the gut. My drunk mind was erratic as I shook my head, expression clearly disgusted, the girl catching my eyes with a confused expression before I stormed away. I had the right mind to launch myself over there and yell at him for being so disrespectful. Right under my fucking nose. He couldn’t even say hi? I was furious, beyond angry, god I was so wasted I couldn’t walk in a straight line but I sure as hell wasn’t dealing with Max flirting up with another girl right under my nose. That was just a dick move. “Ay, ay!” Daniel took both my shoulders, just as I tried to pass him. He’d seen the full exchange. “Daniel, please, I need to go.” I struggled to get past him. He tilted his head down in a slight concern when he noticed the tear that slipped from my eye. “Ah, okay, let’s go.” He ushered me out, an arm slung over my shoulder as we wormed our way out to the private smoking area that was reserved for the ‘celebrities’ only. Fucking prissy if you asked me.

“I need to go home, Daniel.” I repeated, wrapping my hands over my bare arm. “I know, I know.” “I am so fucking done with him.” My voice cracked and a sob rattled through me. “Hey, no don’t cry.” He was quick to pull me in for a hug, rubbing my back quickly. “Aw, no I don’t know what to do when people cry..” Daniel slurred slightly as I sniffled, wiping under my eyes quickly.

“Sorry, but I just- I just can’t watch him in there talking with all those girls.” I too, was slurring, it only became apparent to me when we’d got into the fresh air and I somehow felt 10x drunker. “I’m so fucking angry.” I wept. “I’m gonna regret this in the morning, I’m sorry Daniel.”

“Nah it’s a dick move from him I agree, look he’s probably just jealous.” The Australian explained, hand still on my upper back in support. “Uh huh.” I nodded looking up to the night sky in order to prevent more tears falling. “Please don’t get this upset, I know it’s shit to see but he won’t have meant anything bad by it. She probably just wanted a picture with him.” I took a deep breath, using my sleeve that was luckily black to dab under my eyes. “Yeah.” I agreed. “She’s just really pretty.”

“She’s got nothing on you.” Daniel bluntly spoke causing me to laugh out sadly. “Seriously, y/n/n, it’s just a shit time, especially when you’ve both had to be in the same place.”

“I know… I think I just need to go home.” I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Alright… Have you got your bag?” Daniels words caused me to search frantically for my bag. “Shit, it’s at the bar.” I panicked, knowing my phone and everything was in there.

“It’s okay, I’ll go get it, you wait here, alright?”

“Thanks, Daniel.”

“That’s okay.” When Daniel went inside I was left with silence. Well, that and the noise of the obnoxiously loud music. Gold digger was a playing and somehow it made me tear up knowing how often Max played this in the shower. Fuck, how was I about to cry over fucking Gold Digger by Kanye West. I was pathetic. A pathetic, drunk mess. It was kinda laughable.

Daniel returned moments later, with my bag in his hand. I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“I’ll get you back, okay? I’m tired anyway, promised Heidi I’d call her.”

“Thank you.” I nodded once again as we turned around, Daniel leading me back inside. Before we even reached the doors, they swung open again revealing nobody else other than Max. Fuck.

“What’s going on?” He stumbled out, eyes full of confusion as I looked back to him, my mouth slightly agape. “Where’s re you both going?” He blinked in utter confusion.

“Back to the hotel, mate. She’s upset.” Daniel attempted to lead me through again with a hand on my back. “Together?!” The stupid question sent a rage like no other through me.

“Oh, Max what?” I spat. “Mate.” Daniel sighed in frustration. Why on earth would he even think Danny and I would be like that. “What’s going on?!” He questioned again as I swallowed. “Why have you followed us out?” I questioned as he winced.

“You ran out, I saw Daniel with your bag? Why are you crying?” He was obviously drunk, I could tell from the bloodshot look in his eyes. “Max, leave it out-“ “No, what’s going on?!” He probed again as I sighed, looking towards Daniel. “You can go if you want, I’m just gonna…” I shrugged awkwardly as he nodded. “I’ll be inside.” He nodded back to us both, slapping Max on the shoulder in a friendly manner before heading inside, leaving me face to face with Max.

“Why are you crying?” He attempted to reach forwards and touch my arm but I pulled my arm away. He didn’t like that, he blinked as I stared back up to him. “Look, you can do whatever you want with girls, I don’t give a shit, just not right under my nose.” I gestured harshly, attempting to move past hun to go inside. “What?!” Max spluttered out a laugh, causing me to stop completely.

“You’re the one that was dancing like that right in front of me, I saw you and the man at the bar!” He exclaimed as I felt another surge of anger ripple through me. “That man was trying to feel me up, I told him to fuck off.” I spat back, my heart setting off at the confrontation. I was never good at arguments.

“And dance like what, Max?”

“Like you’re trying to get everybody’s attention!” He fired back. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, don’t tell me to shut up!” Max argued as I rolled my eyes with a frustrated sigh. I turned around and began pacing towards the exit towards the street. “Where are you going?” Max was hot on my heel as I ground my teeth.

“Away from you, I’ll let you flirt in fucking peace!” I hissed as he choked out a scoff. “Are you kidding?!”

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking, Max?! It’s been three weeks! Three fucking weeks, I turn around and you’re already talking to other girls!” My eyes began welling up again.

“Am I not allowed? You left me!” He jabbed a hand into his chest as I felt another wave of pain hit me. “You knew how lost I was.” I broke down, wiping at my eyes harshly. “You can’t use that against me, just don’t fucking do that shit right under my nose- do you know how much it hurts?” I rambled through tears as Max looked completely taken back.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t still love you, you absolute fucking prick!” I cursed as his brows winced. “Y/n-“ he attempted to mutter but I turned away and quickly tried to wipe my tears. “Such a dick fucking move, Max. Did you want to hurt me?”

“Yes.” He muttered, just when I thought I’d asked an unanswerable question. “I wanted to get back at you for leaving me.” Max spoke calmer now, scratching at the back of his neck as I shook my head in disbelief.

“That’s fucked up.” I turned around, beginning my journey back to the hotel. “I know.” He sighed, his voice following after me. “Stop following me, Max.” I rushed past the security guards, towards where there was endless cars lined up.

“Hi, Whittlebury hotel please.” I forced a smile through my tears to the driver. He must’ve thought I was a fucking psycho. When I opened the door, Max muttered my name again. “I’m not letting you go back alone.” He put a hand on mine causing me to tense up. I was so hurt, I couldn’t even look at him.

“I literally don’t care.” I lied, climbing in the back seat to which he followed me in. “I’m being serious, you’re not going alone.”

“Max, leave me the fuck alone.” I spoke lowly so the driver wouldn’t hear me. “No.” He firmly spoke, reaching over to plug my seatbelt in. That was the first time I gave in that night, finding it harder and harder to direct angry words towards him.

Now he was sat besides me in a moving car, I couldn’t exactly kick Max Verstappen out onto the streets of Silverstone either. It was more than fucking awkward as I sniffled, texting to tell my friends I was on my way back and apologise profusely to Daniel. I couldn’t even text normally, my fingers were trembling and the alcohol blurred my vision.

“You’re not coming up to my room.” I then attempted to firm, “that’s fine.” Max spoke softly, watching towards me. I refused to look at him. I couldn’t, no matter how much my heart yearned for him. My brain was growing more and more confused as I dropped my head in my hands. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I questioned glumly, Max reached over and placed a hand on my upper back. The action being small but something that made me cry 10x harder than before.

“I’m not leaving you alone, y/n.” I could see from the corner of my eye the way his head hung low, how he watched me, his touch was so soft and gentle how I always remembered. “Im sorry for making those assumptions earlier. It was so wrong of me.” He whispered as I sighed. “And I'm truly sorry for trying to hurt you, that’s fucked up.” “Stop.” I whispered feeling my whole body aching for my boyfriend back. I’d made a massive mistake of leaving him, now the guilt was eating me alive. Max sighed gently, but his hand didn’t move off my back the whole car ride back to the hotel. Of course, there was paparazzi.

“Are you okay, do you want to wait a minute?” Max asked as I looked up to him for the first time the whole car ride. His whole expression has changed from earlier, he looked more gentle, tired, there wasn’t a trace of anger left on his face. “I’m sorry, Max.” My lips trembled as I undid my seatbelt. “I’m sorry for hurting you.” “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I sunk into his touch, a little too scared to touch him myself, but the comfort I gained from the hug was unalike anything else. He was patient with me, rested his head on top of mine for a couple moments before he took me by the hand, keeping me besides him through the row of flashing lights as I attempted to hide my face as much as possible. When we got back in the lift, it was a little awkward again. I pushed a 3 for my floor and he then pushed a 4. The floor were all the drivers stayed. “I’m just gonna go to bed now. I’m sorry for interrupting your night.” I finally spoke when the lift started moving. If I didn’t, it would be awkward as hell.

“You didn’t.” Max responded as I stared at the doors ahead of me. It was like a scene straight out of Grey’s anatomy. Soon enough, the doors swung open and I reluctantly headed back to my room. “Night, Max.” I muttered.

“Night.” I didn’t turn around to know he was glum, I knew he would be, and I couldn’t bare seeing it. I went to bed that night crying pathetically, confused as to what had actually happened. The whole thing was a mess, my mind was a mess. I really knew I’d made a fucked up decision leaving Max, now I just had to deal with the consequences…

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #Max Verstappen #Max Verstappen angst

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papastarion · 3 months

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Papastarion Headcanons Pt. 7

The brainrot doesn’t stop. I am so sorry.

•Over time, Astarion manages to re-attune himself with his elven nature. Primarily, he manages to reverie, most nights. The nightmares may always prey on him, but there are nights of peace, too. Mostly recent memories, even amidst the chaos of the grand adventure their now disjointed band had embarked on as unsuspecting victims, and even less suspecting heroes. The warmth of his beloved’s touch, welcome and genuine. The harmless annoyance when he manages to rile Gale up into one of his infamous rants. Karlach playing fetch with Scratch. Nights by the campfire (though he tries not to think of all the bugs.) Community, with all its wonders and growing pains.

•He finds it easier to slip into reverie properly if he has something to focus on. Some nights that means chewing on a problem to be solved for the sake of the Underdark’s newest settlement. Other nights it’s the sound of Thea’s (Tav/Durge’s) heartbeat. Then, once it’s no longer just the two of them, he takes great comfort in listening to the sound of their unborn child’s heartbeat. As much as doubts and worries mix with excitement and, gods, hope, that sound brings a great deal of peace.

•He doesn’t rely on reverie to help him remember the little details of their children’s lives. He doesn’t want to forget a moment of them, especially since dhampirs don’t inherit their vampiric parent’s immortality. He journals, dating everything. First words. When their first steps happened, and where, and how old they were. What their favorite food was once they learned to tolerate solids. When their fangs came in. When they lost their first tooth. Anecdotes. Simple things like “Eldritch had a fever today, and so refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t against me so he could keep cool,” or “We tried cutting Nim’s hair today, and she might be more of a peacock about her locks than her father,” or even just “I hugged Pip today, for a quite the while…I don’t want to think about the day where he decides a hug from his world-saving parents is a detriment to his social reputation.”

•Astarion is terrible at baby talk. He just doesn’t have that instinct, or realize that’s something people do. Instead, he’ll walk around the house with a baby 30 days into their existence explaining the finer points socio-political structures and how they effect lawmaking decisions.

•Traveling never really stops, not even when Thea’s pregnant. If she’s good to go and they’ve got somewhere they want or need to be, they go. That doesn’t mean Astarion isn’t Stressed to the Max the Whole Time.

•Co-conspirator Supreme. If there’s a prank to be pulled, he wants in.

•He doesn’t realize that he’s not all that different from Other Adults to the kids. He doesn’t realize that to them Dad has always been kind of chilly to the touch, or that his fangs are just longer versions of their own, or that his eyes are just red. That’s just the color they are. He’s only scary if something is scary to them—he’s never scary to them, only for them.

•He makes blankets for each before they’re born, because he doesn’t want their first instinct when he holds them to be anything other than safety, and the feeling of warmth.

•And gods help him when they reach that inquisitive “must touch everything” phase. Those fangs he was so worried they would fear inevitably become Forbidden Toys they all try to grab, and sometimes he’s too tired to even pull their hands away.

•Yeah, he complains about it constantly.

•Yeah, he misses it when they’re older.

•No, he’ll never admit it.

•Protective as he is, he does enjoy bringing them around the spawn and his siblings—once they’re older, of course. He’s still terrible at sharing with them when it comes to baby holding privileges, but he loves showing off.

•He’s that parent that won’t stop bragging about their kids. He talks about them like they hung the stars in the sky and command the sun to rise for their own entertainment. If you don’t know him, it’s annoying. If you do, it’s still annoying, but it’s at least endearing, too.

•Misses the baby stage more than he thinks he will. He tries not to dwell on the fact that his children are mortal, because he’s glad they don’t bear his lot in life, but he also doesn’t want to think about the day they’re no longer sharing the world with him and their mother.

•Is so scared he won’t actually manage to be a good parent, but quickly adapts when he realizes that they’re his, and he’s going to take care of them, and that matters above all else.

•Spoils them rotten. If the kids want something, they know to ask Dad. (They usually don’t even have to ask.)

#WE’RE SO BACK BOYS #Astarion #Dadstarion #Papastarion #Durgestarion #bg3 #Thea #otp: for better and for worse

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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The Blind Date

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda convinces you to let her set you up with one of her friends. You didn’t know it would be an Avenger friend.

Warnings: No actual smut, but suggestions towards that being exactly what happens lol

Note: I love Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

“Oh, come on y/n! Please let me set you up with my friend. It’s one date. Come on, come on, come on,” your best friend Wanda begs you over the phone.

“I don’t know, Wands. I’m better off just staying in and watching tv,” you tell her. Truthfully, you haven’t been on a date in ages, and you were nervous to get back out there.

“Take a chance here, y/n,” Wanda says kindly. “Would it help if Vision and I went too? A double date?”

“What about the boys?” you try another excuse to get out of this date.

“I’ll have Sam watch them, it’s cool. So, what do you say? Will we see you tonight?” Wanda asks. Her voice is littered with hope, and you give in.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Yes! I’ll text you the details. Love you, bye!”

“Love you too, Max,” you reply.

You hang up the phone and lay back on your bed with a sigh. You think back to the last time you even had a date. It was right after you had a breakup with a longtime partner, and you were just looking for a way to feel better. But even that was months ago.

Wanda has been trying to set you up for a month or so with her friend. She never told you what friend, but you figure it has to be someone she works with. Perhaps an agent or someone who works in the office. Either way you decide that you will try to make tonight a decent time.

After you get dressed, you drive to the restaurant Wanda sent you the address to. Your hands shake a little with nerves as you park. You text her that you’re there and she tells you that they are already seated.

When you enter the restaurant, you ask the host for the table location, and they point you in the direction. You see Wanda and Vision sitting across from each other. Vision offers you a small wave and you walk over to them.

“Y/n, hey! You made it!” Wanda stands up to greet you. She hugs you tightly as you greet her back.

In Wanda’s exciting greeting, you haven’t looked to see who your date for the night is. But when you hear a sort of raspy voice say something to Vision, you know exactly who it is.

Red hair fills your vision as Natasha Romanoff stands to greet you. You had seen her on the news and even in photos, but god she is so beautiful standing in front of you right now. How is she even more beautiful in person?

“Hey, I’m Natasha,” she says to you. The smile on her face almost makes you faint, but you hold steady.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you manage to get the words out. “Nice to meet you.”

Wanda ushers you to your seat before Nat can reply. You take a few deep breaths and look up again at the redhead. She looks amazing in a tight black dress and her hair cascades perfectly over her shoulders. Natasha notices you looking at her and she smirks at you.

You’re pretty sure your brain is short circuiting as the waiter arrives and takes everyone’s orders. The conversation is light, mostly it’s Wanda and Vision chatting and bringing you and Nat into the chat occasionally.

Natasha is telling the table about one of the training mishaps from before Wanda and Vision and joined the team, and everyone is laughing and hanging onto her every word. You learn quickly that Nat is extremely captivating. Perhaps that’s why she makes such a good spy. She can make a plain white tablecloth seem like an interesting topic of conversation.

Dinner is going well and you’re starting to feel comfortable when Wanda’s phone rings. It’s Sam. She takes the call and excuses herself from the table. Vision follows her in concern, effectively leaving you alone with Natasha.

“I’m sure it’s about the kids,” you say a bit awkwardly.

Natasha hums and then she leans forward over the table just slightly. She crosses her arms at her chest, and you can’t stop your eyes from drifting downwards.

“So,” Nat’s voice brings you out of your trance. “Why haven’t I seen you around the compound before? Wanda tells me you’re her best friend.”

“Oh, um I guess I just didn’t think you guys would want an outsider around. She’s invited me a couple of times,” you explain. She nods in understanding. “And yeah, Wanda is my best friend. We met in the city one day and that was history I guess.”

“That’s sweet,” Nat says. “And hey, we wouldn’t mind having you at the compound. I mean I don’t think anyone would complain about a beautiful woman being there.”

You shake your hands under the table as you process that comment. Natasha Romanoff just called you beautiful.

“Thanks, I might have to come around then and-” you’re cut off by Wanda and Vision coming back to the table.

“Hey, I’m so sorry we have to go. Sam got called on a mission, so we have to go home to the boys,” Wanda explains.

“That’s okay,” you say. You think you’ll have to leave as well, but when you see Nat make no move to, you also stay put.

“You two should stay and enjoy your date,” Wanda says.

“Does Sam need help on the mission?” Nat asks, she glances at her own phone and doesn’t see any calls about a mission.

“Captain Rogers is with him,” Vision answers.

Wanda and Vision say goodbye and they leave you there with Natasha. Dinner is mostly over at this point, and there’s a part of you that is sad to see this time with Nat end. Even though this restaurant is a bit nice for your taste and you’d feel more comfortable somewhere you can put your elbows on the table at.

Natasha gets the check and refuses to let you pay it. You give it three tries before you finally relent. You walk outside together and both of you hesitate to part ways.

“Do you want to go across the street to a bar?” Natasha asks.

“Yes.” You smile at her. “But drinks are on me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natasha says playfully.

To your surprise, Nat puts a hand on the small of your back and leads you across the street. You feel the warmth of her hand through your clothes, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

The bar is a little crowded, but Nat walks to an open corner booth. She sits next to you and her shoulder brushes against yours. You order drinks and start sipping on them. Neither of you talk for a moment, but it doesn’t feel awkward. It feels comfortable actually, almost natural to sit quietly with her.

“I had a nice time at dinner,” you speak first. She looks at you to see a soft smile meant for her. She can’t help but smile back.

“Me too. Wanda’s been talking about me meeting you for a while,” Natasha says.

“Same here. Sorry it took me so long to say yes,” you say a little shyly.

“Hey, that’s alright. You were worth the wait,” Natasha says softly. You don’t hear any teasing in her tone, only truth.

“Thank you for saying that. To be honest, when Wanda told me she wanted me to go out with her friend I didn’t think it would be you. I mean you’re an Avenger,” you say. You’re worried that sentence came across wrong because it takes a second for her to reply.

“Ah, well I may be an Avenger, but that doesn’t mean I don’t date,” Nat says.

“No, of course not. I just meant like you’re a superhero and I’m just me,” you explain.

You swear you see Natasha lips form into a pout just briefly before she takes a shot of vodka.

“Just you?” she asks. You open your mouth, but you don’t know how to reply to that.

“Y/n, look I know we just met tonight but Wanda told me a lot about you. She told me how you worked your way through school and how you were brave enough to stand up to your family when they tried to tell you who to be. And how you have been there for Wanda since the day you met her,” Natasha says.

“Those things are true, but Natasha you’ve saved the world. Multiple times I should add,” you argue. She turns forward in the booth and looks ahead.

“None of that matters as much as being a good person like you are, y/n.”

“You are a good person, Natasha,” you say. She scoffs and you feel brave enough to turn her face to look at yours.

“I’m not sure that I am,” Natasha whispers, but you hear it over the sound of the crowd at the bar.

You are about to argue further with her when she leans forward and kisses your lips. You had been thinking about those kissable lips all night and the feeling of them against yours is even better. Natasha’s hand pulls you closer by the back of your neck and one of yours goes to her waist.

Natasha moans into your mouth at the feeling of your hands on her body and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The taste of her against your tongue is way more intoxicating than any alcohol either of you were just sipping on.

You pull away for air and realize Natasha is practically in your lap. Nervously, you glance around the crowded bar. No one seems to notice the two of you.

“You okay?” Natasha asks you. Her voice is raspier than before, and it makes heat rise in more than one part of you.

Natasha’s thumb brushes over your lips as she wipes away a bit of her lipstick. The gentleness of her actions only makes your arousal increase. She smiles at you softly, and you realize you could really fall for this woman. That is, if you haven’t already.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you ask her.

“Please,” she responds.

Natasha takes your hand as the two of you leave the bar. Her hand stays intertwined with yours as she drives you to the compound. You laugh a little to yourself as you walk in, and Natasha looks at you with a curious smirk.

“This is my first time here and it’s not with Wanda. She might kill me,” you say and Nat smiles.

“Don’t worry, detka. I’ll protect you,” Nat says playfully as she pulls you down the hall and to her room.

It’s hours later when you emerge from Natasha’s room with the intentions of finding the kitchen for a snack. On your way there, you bump into a familiar face.

“Y/n?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, hey. I- uh- hey,” you say nervously.

Natasha appears in the hallway, and she approaches the two of you.

“Hey, baby,” she greets you, and then, “Hey, Wanda.”

“So, I guess the date went well,” Wanda says with a hint of teasing in her voice.

“You could say that,” Nat replies, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Let’s go back to my room, y/n.”

As you’re bidding Wanda a goodnight, Sam walks into the hallway as well.

“How was the mission, Wilson?” Nat asks him.

Sam looks confused for a moment, and you catch Wanda behind you gesturing for him to play along.

“Oh, it was great. Easy in and out,” Sam says. He’s a terrible liar.

“Hm, Wanda?” Natasha turns around and Wanda has already started walking in the other direction.

“There was no mission,” you think aloud and Nat nods. “At least it worked out for us,” you say with a smile.

“It sure did,” Natasha says.

Ever since that night, the two of you have been inseparable.

You still joke about how Wanda made up an excuse about a mission and you believed her. Natasha claims she didn’t believe her, but she wanted to spend time with you, so she pretended to. She just couldn’t wait to see what life would bring for her and her blind date.

You wouldn’t change a thing about that first night.

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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my kind of girl (part 2)

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! , fluff, mentions of Neil

summary: you grow closer and closer with the redhead you tutor... and maybe with her stepbrother too

A/N: hi! i’m so glad you guys liked the first part! i hope you enjoy this too. please do let me know if you want to be tagged to the next parts! 𓆩♡𓆪. send in you requests as well! also this is not proofread.

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You park your car and walk towards Hawkins High, slinging your bag over your shoulders. The sun keeps you warm as you continue your way to the campus. When you almost reach your destination, you spot a group of people beside the entrance - laughing and talking obnoxiously over god knows what. The nearer you get, the easier it was for you to recognize the blonde boy with a girl clinging on her side who was already focused on you the moment he saw you make your way to school.

It’s Billy Hargrove and - not Carol you thought.

You felt uneasy once you noticed the pair of eyes looking at you. You weren't sure if he was checking you out or judging you, but you were certain he never looked away.

A flirty smile forms on Billy’s face, “Good morning Y/N”

You heart skipped a beat. Never would you have thought that Billy out of all people would greet you or remember your name.

“Hi Billy” you smile back.

“Are you teaching Max again later?”

“Yup”

You pace to your locker, still couldn't believe the small conversation you had with him. You felt your cheeks warm up and butterflies swarmed in your stomach. God he does have an effect on girls.

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“Alright boys that’s enough for today! Good job. And you, Hargrove keep your head on the game next time yeah?”

Billy nods and grabs his towel, heading to the shower room. He turns the water on - cold liquid pouring down his body as he gets lost in his thoughts.

He goes back to the interaction he had with you. He recalls how the sun light adorned your figure, how your eyes curve into crescent moon-like shape when you smile. He swore everything slowed down when he laid his eyes on you, his mind were even having a debate as to what to tell you this morning and Billy Hargrove never run out of words to say.

He felt different, it was weird to him.

“Dude are you gonna use the soap or what?” Tommy interrupts his thoughts.

“Oh yeah sorry, you can use it first” He reply.

“You okay? You’ve been out of it since the game, still stuck in fairyland?” Tommy teases.

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The bell rings and you start to pack your things. You grab your car keys from your pocket and made your way to your car outside.

You place your bag and books you’ll use for your session with Max on the passenger seat. As you turn your key, the car starts sputtering.

“Please not now” you tell yourself.

You try again a few times until finally, your car cooperated.

The ride to Max’s was quiet, your mind kept coming back from this morning. Blushing every time you think about the way Billy looked at you, and how his voice just sends a weird tingling feeling down your spine.

Stop it., He’s like that to every girl

You arrive to the house and knocked on the door. Max opens it, eyes twinkling with so much happiness. She quickly brings out a piece of paper that had a big B written with red ink on it. She lets out a small squeal, anticipating your reaction.

Your eyes grow wide and you bring Max in a huge embrace - jumping up and down. “Look at that! you did it Max! I told you”

“Thanks to you, hope to get an A+ next time”

“You will, I know you will”

As the both of you chatter in excitement, Billy watches from the kitchen as he gets a can of beer from the fridge. A small smile plastered on his face.

“Shall we start?” you ask Max.

“Let’s gooo!” she reply as she grabs your hand and pull you to her room.

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Max lets out a tired sigh. Today’s session was hard, it was all memorization of historic dates, names of people and definitions that just made her head explode.

You get your bag from under the table and took a bunch of index cards compiled by a metal ring. “Here, I made you flashcards so it’ll be easier to memorize them”

Max grabbed them and flipped through the cards - analyzing them with furrowed eyebrows.

“Take it easy okay? I had a hard time when I studied that too” You reassure.

Max nods her head and set aside the flashcards.

“I know it’s just that I don’t want to disappoint my mom you know? If I do good in all of these, she’ll be proud and when that happens Neil would be less of a jerk to me”

You look at her and rub her back, “Don’t say that, your mom is very proud of you. The way she looks at you? It’s like you’re the most precious thing in the world, her treasure. When she talks to me about you, her face lightens up and talks about how hardworking you are and how you’re so good with skateboarding”

“Really?”

“Yup. Really” You give her a small smile.

“Wow, uhm I guess, Neil is just a big asshole. I mean, he’s a jerk to his own son too” she shrugs.

“If you need someone, you can talk to me okay?” you say with a concerned tone.

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You open the driver’s seat and try starting your car but all it did was sputter like a coughing old man about to die. You check the gas and see that it was pretty well filled up. You try again and again but it won’t budge. Frustrated, you hit the steering wheel “stupid old fucking car”.

You get out and open your car’s hood, smoke coming out of it.

“Fuck!” you had no idea how to fix it, it seemed pretty bad - too bad for your car mending skills.

“Need help?” You hear from behind, the same voice that send those weird shivers to your body. You turn around and see Billy walking towards you.

“Y-yes please, I don’t know how to fix it”

He looks at the hood and examines it, “It’s pretty bad, it might take me a few days to fix it. Give or take 3-4 days maybe”

“What? That can’t be, how will I-”

“I’ll take you home with my car, and to school” he cuts in.

“Are you sure? I can just walk you know”

“I’m sure, don’t want you going out there alone” He says, giving you a playful smirk.

“Come on let’s go Y/N”

・°☆

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magnoliabutters · 7 months

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HOW ABOUT THAT WINE?

pairing: garrus "archangel" vakarian x fem!shepard

inspiration: @chestharrington’s lazy ghoul's kinktober → week one: love making

warnings: 18+ content, mdni; mass effect 2 spoilers & references, dorky fluff, dom smut vibes, lovey dovey, p in v, cunnalingus, human anatomy, etc.

word count: ~3.4k

note: it is the beginning of kinktober, y'all! straight from a writing hiatus and right into some alien (*cough* turian) smut. let's get freaky kinky dinky babes...

You're crazy about him. Abundantly crazy. There isn't a minute - no, a second that goes by where his name isn't scribbled all over your mind. The way he makes you feel, god. It's almost like he doesn't even know what power he holds over you.

You thought a shower might help clear your mind, but it only gave you a room filled with steam and thoughts. You are already red hot, pink in the cheeks from just saying good night after your last mission. He shot you a smile and you instantly turned into an absolute puddle. Does he even know the power he holds over you?

Garrus Vakarian is all you can think about - clothed, armored, naked. Nothing else matters.

And yet, some how - some way, this man has no idea what he does to you. He walks around the Normandy without a single care in the world. Not knowing in the slightest how quick you'd drop to your knees, begging him to carry you up to your cabin and fuck you better than you've ever had.

For now, there's only simple greetings and salutations. Professionalism at its max, seeing as you are his superior. God, you could hear Alliance HR calling after your last conversation with Garrus.

All that talk about how turians like to release some stress after harrowing missions... Now, after every mission, you bite your tongue until you can scream into your pillow.

Brushing your hair back, you let the warm water sink into your scalp. You hope - no, pray that these feelings go away. At least until the squad gets through the Omega-4 Relay, if we make it back.

The pipes squeak as you hastily turn off the water. You throw the towel over your body, soaking up all the moisture from your slick skin. Another towel to your face as you reach the corners of your eyes and rub the texture against the tops of your cheeks. Your hair is still wet as you tie it into a loose bun. Strands fall without any distinct pattern around your head.

One last wrap around your body, and you make your way back into the cabin. As you turn the corner, you catch a glimpse of the sweetest, most delicate man wearing his nicest blues and with wine in hand.

"Hey," he says with that dark melodic voice.

Your jaw slightly drops. Your brows raise and lips quiver as you stand before him in your white towel. His eyes stray to your chest, down your stomach and to the tops of your thighs. "I - I'm sorry, you need to get dressed."

Garrus turns to walk out the door, but a hand at his shoulder stops him. "What do you have there, soldier?" you ask with a bit of tease. You could care less about getting dressed. Hell, the quicker you get this towel off the better.

"I brought wine," he answers nervously. "Best I could afford on a vigilante's salary."

Your cheeks perk into a smile as happy little butterflies fill your chest. Eyes upon him, begging for him to ravish you right here - right now. Push you up against the desk and fuck you until you both pass out.

Alas, those seductress eyes fill him with worry. Garrus rushes towards the sound system. His finger furiously tapping against the holo until a fast-tempo, bass rattles your ribcage.

With hopeful brows raised to the heavens, you watch as he timidly sways to the beat. Your heart calls for him. Your sweet, little nerdy boy. How he ever got anyone before you is beyond you, but - hell, he'll never have anyone else after you.

You waltz over him with seductive movements in your steps. Your tongue runs over the smooth of your lips. Your lashes bat his way, forcing his grip to tighten at the bottle's neck. Your smile gentle and inviting, wanting nothing more than his hands upon your body.

"If you were a turian, I'd be complimenting your waist or your fringe," Garrus states, trying his hardest not to be overwhelmed by your sexuality. His head is down with eyes watching his stimming fingers. "So...," he takes a deep breath before slowly raking up your body. "Your, uh, hair looks good. And your waist is very supportive."

You giggle with a hand planted at your hip. Everything he does, everything he says fuels that fire in your stomach. The need - the desire to feel his touch. God, you wish you could find some excuse for accidentally dropping your towel, but no. It would be much much better if he was the one pulling it off you.

With silence being too much for him to bear, Garrus carries on, "Hopefully that's not offensive in human culture." He takes a deep sigh, realizing he is still too formal. "Crap, I should've watched the vids Mordin sent." Spouting off facts like this, you and him, was some kind of science experiment - interspecies intercourse.

Recognizing the face of self-deprecating thoughts, you raise your hand and land it against his shoulder. "Whoa! Consider me seduced, smooth talker." You pull yourself closer into him. He peers down at your face, taking shivering breaths at your proximity. "Now shut up and stop worrying."

You squeeze his shoulder before trailing your palm across his chest. You walk over to the sound system and turn down the blaring noise. All you want to hear is him. All you want to see is him. You lean back against the wall, kicking your foot up as you shoot him your shining smile.

But something troubles him.

Garrus' head falls once again. He doesn't close the space between you two like you had thought. His words soft and sincere. "I just... I've seen so many things go wrong, Shepard. My work C-Sec, what happened with Sidonis..."

You push off the wall. Your hand falls at his scarred cheek. The silly boy thinks his wound is what got you interested, when you would have easily been in his bed back when they were dealing with Sovereign.

"I want something to go right, just once."

His ocean eyes raise to yours. They are humble, gentle, and vulnerable. It almost aches your heart. The way they peer into you - hell, like he's peering into your soul. Muscles in your face soften as you let him in. Let everything in.

This isn't just a fling. This isn't just because you're able to go on a suicide mission. No, you found something that you've never had before. You both found something within each other. You didn't understand what it meant to have a bondmate until this moment, until looking into these eyes.

You love him, more than you've loved anything or anyone in your life.

Almost as though he was drawing you in, you and Garrus both lean in with foreheads pressed against each other. Soft and powerful. You feel that fire reignite deeper within you.

You can feel the heat resonating off his chest as he pulls you in closer. His hands slowly guide your own back to your sides. With a single finger, he tilts your chin up to look at him. Your lips part as all the breath escapes you.

Garrus' eyes look at all features of your face, bouncing back and forth until they land on your lips. His hand finds its way at the base of your skull. He pulls you in with a force you did not expect.

His lips press against yours, firm and tight. Your hands fall into the concave of his lower back, pulling him into you. As his fingers dig into your hair, you can feel his lips begin to relax. They become pliable and gentle.

You brush your tongue against his mouth, begging for more. Garrus is more than happy to oblige as he slightly parts his lips and digs his hips against your stomach. Your tongue is deep within, crashing against his own as your hands drag him back against your chin and nose. You've been waiting for this moment for quite some time and, now, he knows it.

Your passion for Garrus is not just chance. Not just a simple sexy scar on the right of his face. No, you wanted him. You wanted to devour him, and he is more than happy to oblige.

Arms rush to wrap around his neck, forcing your towel to crash at your tip-toed feet. Eyes closed and breathing hitched. Your tongue massages against his, causing little moans to float between you both.

Garrus' hands explore your freshly exposed body. They are firm as they discover the curves of your bodice and waist. He staggers, guiding you back against the wall. You gasp at the cold sensation, but he didn't care. His hand digs under your right thigh, pulling your bent leg up to his waist.

His tongue slides across your lips. You push against him, practically biting into his kiss. Lips red and bruised and you still crush them upon him. This is all you have wanted, whether knowing it or not, since you met him. Hell if you're going to hold back.

And yet, Garrus picks you up. His hands secure your legs around his waist as he walks down the steps to your bedroom. His eyes still closed, but he navigates through the space flawlessly. His hands grip tightly onto your ass, pinching with excitement.

He places you down upon your mattress with a mixture of dominance and pleasure. You pull your wet hair out of its bun before resting on your back. He sinks to his knees between your legs with hands trailing up your thighs.

Garrus rakes over you. Those same very eyes bouncing left to right, up and down. There's so much to look at, so much to enjoy - so much to love. He decides to start at your thighs with determination. His kisses cause your heart to pound. Sweet, little pecks that prickle your skin. You struggle to keep your thighs from closing upon him.

As he presses his soft mouth against you, he breathes you in. "You are so beautiful, Shepard," he purrs with a vibration to his chest. "Your waist..." His hands find their way back to your hip bones. He rubs against them as he grinds into the side of the mattress. "Your hair," he mewls as he plays with a long strand resting just above your left breast.

"God, Garrus," you whimper at his touch. Your hips rut against his chest. Your clit craving sensation, craving him.

A sharp smirk forms across his face. "Say it again, I like it."

With a laugh, you prop yourself onto your elbows. You try to look at him but are stuck in a haze as he circles the space where your hips and thighs meet. A deep breath and you plead, "Garrus, I need you."

He growls as the other side of his smile perks up. His kisses become bites that travel down your inner thighs. You try to curl in to yourself, but he holds you down, showing you exactly who is in charge in this part of the Normandy.

His tongue lathers up your thigh, finding itself at the tip of your slit. Your breath hitches every so often, floating on the edge of overstimulation. His hands dig into the meat of your thighs, leaving little crescent shaped indents into your reddening skin.

Your hands crash into your hair as Garrus' tongue parts your lips. His thickness lathers up your juices as he guides you down to your ass. "Oh god," you cry out. He groans, growls into you. Any sound you make fuels the raging thrusts forming a hole into the side of your bed.

His finger curls around to lightly flick your bean. His tongue doused with your love and, fuck, did he love every single drop of you. The way your musical moans floated in the air forces something dark to emerge within him. Something primitive and degenerate.

The things he would love to do to you...

Garrus flicks his tongue in a way that makes your head spin. Your chin is up to the sky and your eyes are squeezed shut. Your fingers are tangled in your hair and your hips are pressed firmly against his wet chin.

Only briefly do both your eyes meet during the act. Those sparkling eyes highlighted by thick navied tattoos across his nose and cheekbones. All you want to do is ride that face. Ride that serene, tender face until you explode.

His thick tongue laps against you. A hand rushes to your breast with fingers tightly clasping your hardened nipple. The pinching sensation creates a light-headedness that holds your eyes closed. Your moans can surely be heard throughout the cabin but you couldn't care in the slightest.

"Jesus, fuck," you choke out. "Oh, shit - right there, right there."

Garrus hums, sending another pleasant vibration across the sheets. He utters, proud of himself, "Seems like those vids really helped-"

"Vakarian! Stop talking!"

You push his head down onto you, sliding his tongue further inside. Your entire body feels like pins and needles. Sounds you don't recognize fall from your lips. The pleasure intense. Time slows as you feel your body tighten around him. Your lashes flutter, only showing the smallest glimpses of the lit room.

Garrus delves his firm tongue in. He tries his best not to rip into your skin, not knowing what might hurt and what might feel good. If he trusted his instincts, he would be balls deep within you - thrusting until there was nothing else left for him to give. He always thought he wanted an honorable death by combat. Fuck that, he wants to die in a concussive blast of two bondmates cumming as one.

Fire begins to pool at your abdomen. Your heart races in ways that leave you seeing stars. Your body becomes jagged, happily enduring his powerful thrusts as the rubber band gradually begins to pop.

"Garrus, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," your mewling voice grows higher and higher in pitch.

Upon feeling your walls cave around his tongue in pulsating bursts, Garrus chuckles softly. His pink, fleshly tongue still thick and firm within you. His hands gentle as one softly circles your nipple and the other circles your protruding hip bones.

"Mmm'Shepard," he mewls as he licks his lips.

You struggle to control your heaving breath as jolts of pleasure disperse across your body. Garrus rips his shirt off of him, pulling the cloth over him with one hand. He begins to crawl over you with something firm and pointed traveling across your skin. His own breathing hitched as he crashes a hand beside your head.

You open your eyes to his sweet, endearing smile. His hand warmly pressed against the side of your face. A finger brushes across your cheek bones. His touch gentle as you pant your way back to baseline. His cock hot and hard as it rests against your thigh.

"Ready for more, Commander?"

"Yes, Archangel," you whisper tenderly.

With those two words, Garrus' breath hitches and a voice whimpers out. He leans into you, hovering his lips just above you. You crave him. You feel the static thick in the air between you.

Finally, he caves and drops his loving lips against you. His tongue, your new favorite thing, runs over your lips lightly tracing where they part. He slicks them over, just before you suck in his bottom lip. Your teeth slightly dig into his flesh as you pull him back towards him.

Garrus growls as a slow smirk sprawls across his face. He looks down, only to guide himself at your entrance. The tip barely brushes against your flower and your entire body fills with electricity. He sinks himself into you with one fallen swoop. His girth perfectly filling all the bumps, crooks, and crannies. It forces your jaw to drop as he places caressing pecks upon your cheek.

He pulls back, simply to see himself appear and disappear within you. His breath halts as he furrows his brows. You are tight, tighter than he has ever had. Part of him is holding on by a damn thread, trying not to bust upon first contact. The other part of him is hell bent on feeling your walls convulse around his pecker, squeezing the cum out of him and filling you up.

You hold back winces at the feel of his cock. He is much bigger than you're used to, much bigger than you expected. You widen your legs for him, begging for him to bury himself within you. Your lashes flutter once again as you melt into his touch.

His thrusts are slow at first. His hand traveling from your hair, cheek, neck, breast, and hip in soft, sullen motions. His heart races as he watches your eyes lighten up with each bottoming thrust. He can feel the coil within him tightening and tightening.

Garrus never knew what love was until he saw your face. He never knew what primal attraction was until now.

Gradually, his thrusts become more powerful. His hips digging in deeper and harder. His kisses expand from your neck to your tits. Love bites firm against your clavicle. He loves to hear you gasp, to feel you clench around him. Your hand tightening its grip around his waist.

He sets his pace - firm, solid, and hard. The sight of your breasts bouncing due to his thrusts forces trails of fire to form across his body. He clenches his thighs, working hard to maintain his speed and rhythm.

Words begin to babble from your lips as the endorphins fill your circuiting brain. Your whole body falls limp as it jolts with each of this pounding ruts. Knees begin to buckle and you can feel yourself tightening up. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer and closer for all of eternity.

Huffing, Garrus' movements become more jagged. His breath heavy as he presses his forehead into yours. His lips hang just above yours, brushing against them with each push. He breathes you in, wanting nothing more but to inhale everything that you are.

He bites back a moan as his hips fall out of synchronicity. He tries hard, desperately hard to maintain his rhythm but you can feel him twitching. You can feel his throbbing cock wanting nothing more than a release.

You push back against him, digging your hips against his. With a swift motion, he falls onto his back sending a rippling effect across the mattress. His eyes widen as you sink onto his cock.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, Garrus watches as you effortlessly take him in. His breath hitches as your lips part, gasping ever so lightly with each rut of your hips. Your nails dig into his chest, forming a painful yet orgasmic feeling.

His hands fall at your waist, digging in and holding you in place. Never letting go. His own hips grinding against your warmth.

“Shepard, fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to-”

“Able to what, Vakarian,” you say breathlessly. Your hips dig a bit deeper, grind a bit harder. His brows furrow and his mouth opens. His body shakes, trembling by your movements.

“Oh fuck,” Garrus mewls.

“It feels soo good,” you whimper.

“Oh god, Commander. Oh god.”

“Cum for me, Garrus. Cum inside me! I need it!”

“Fuuuucccckkkkk…”

With a growl, Garrus floods your system with his seed. The very sight of his body trembling beneath you. His thrusts like firm, bursting staccatos. The flick of his head bounces against your g-spot. Your own body shivers with pleasure.

You both ride out your highs, still grinding into each other. Garrus sits up, pulling your chest tight against his own. His breath hot and harsh into the nape of your neck. Your hand hooks at the base of his head, holding him lightly in place.

Hips still jagged as they move. His arms wrap around your waist, forming a tight hold that bounces love between you both. Breath whimpering upon each other’s lips. He presses his nose against your cheek, nuzzling this way to your own. His skin sweaty and warm against your forehead.

“I love you, Garrus Vakarian,” you whisper softly upon his lips.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that.”

“I’ll never be tired of saying it.”

“You are beautiful, absolutely the most beautiful of all the galaxy,” he coos before lightly rubbing his nose against yours.

A soft kiss forces both your eyes to close. Your legs wrap around his back as you rest your weight on his lap. “How about that wine?” you tease before landing another peck on his cheek.

Garrus’ brows jump as that smooth talking smirk shines from left to right. “It’s red… like the blood of our enemies.” He playfully bites into your neck, forcing a squeal you didn’t foresee. “Well, some of our enemies.”

“Okay, calm down, mister vigilante,” you chuckle to yourself.

“Never,” he says before nipping at your neck again. A bustle filled with giggles to end an night you’ll never forget.

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 6 months

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@mollymangle

You wish to be like max but without the garbage and the sweat? Well I can arrange that. But dear boy do you remember all that was done to max ? I’ll give you exactly what you wish while your fattening fingers franticly go find every piece of his disgusting curse that will happen to you. Because like you said, you want everything”but without the sweat, and the garbage.” And of course mostly the fat. So yeah. Scroll away and find his curse while I remind our reader exactly what is about to happen to you.

You’re swiping so fast through tumblr trying to find Max’s curse the phone slips from your hands and lands on the floor. You bend down to pick it up and that’s when you feel that first wave of change hit you. What where the words you used again? Mostly fat ? You feel your body get heavier as you feel your sink into the carpet on all fours. Your calf’s losing all definition and are you butt begins to expand outwards. Your abs balloon out as a soft gut forms abs moobs follow behind. Your arms begin to jiggle as you manage to grab the phone and you have to heave you up off the floor. Something you’ve never had to do before. As most of the weight has seemed to focus on your gut for the time being. Again you go back to fumbling through tumblr. You’re shoes begin to get tighter and you start to panic and you finally land on maxes series of punishments. Only then realizing what you’ve done. As a loud burp and fart erupt from your body as the same time make the room smell around you. In horror your reminded “permanent rancid milk breathe, bacne, unstable diet, massive stinking feet, a pig nose and ears, a horrible under bite, and a serious decreases in your intelligence, permanent hamburger grease on your chin “. None of which fall under sweat or garbage. Not to mention the permanent dick cheese. Tears begin to well up in you eyes as you try to think of a way to stop this as your stomach growls and you moan as another 15 pounds drops into you gut making it sag. Your shirt now tight and you gut poking out from under your shirt. You have to stop this change. But a smell hits your nose. Rotten milk. It’s your own breathe. Another curse has taken hold. And curse the name of the wish master you asked to do this to you.

Without even knowing it the unhealthy dirty curse had finalized and now every time you eat something regardless of how healthy it is, it will become u healthy in your stomach. A bottle of water will pack the calories content of a triple cholesterol milkshake. A salad had the same calorie content of 3 double bacon cheese burgers and pizza. Everything to force you to be the fat freak you wished to be. While chin begins to shine as the geese curse takes effect and a red blister takes hold from permanent grease spots forming. Instead of sweating you will never sweat. Actually causing your to retain water and get even fatter than before. Everything you could ever want. Another 30 pounds instantly dropped into your stomach and now gut hangs out of your shirt completely. Bulging out in front of you sagging loosely. While you mr arms and legs continue to fatten up still and your moobs continue to grow. Your bacne starts to catch up as you blurry break way and continue to get bigger. The smell from them hitting you. Not that you can tell but the dick cheese is already in place and won’t be going away. But you still have sooo much more changes to go through. Sitting down on you couch. Head in your hands trying to think about what you’re going to do. How will you live with this curse. You got what you wanted. Exactly what you wished for. You don’t even realize it but your iq is steadily dropping. Now being at about 275 it’s time to really get you to that fat freak size you wished for though isn’t it ? As if your body kicks into hyper fat gaining mode your gut begins to expands rapids. Pushing beyond all means possible while you’re moobs sag and your arms and legs blubber up. A thin pathetic beard grows on your face that fattens you with more than one chins while a table of a gut is forced onto you making you lead back while you feet finish growing to that size extra 16 stinking wide. And right before you’re too dumb to even form words anymore you beg not to have the pig snout, ears, and underbite. But I’m not merciful. You get what you ask for and in a snap of my finger you get exactly that. An altered freakish look to match that fat freakish body you wished for. And you’ll never be able to drop below 400 pounds again. In fact. Every pound you gain from here on out is permanent

So be careful when wishing yo be like one of my other creatures 😈

June 15th, 2022 11:00pm

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formula-juanmanuel · 1 year

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Chapter 3

pairing: female!driver oc x mick schumacher

word count: 3.6k words

warnings: explicit language, drinking, motorsport accidents, mentions of sex, mature themes, mentions of mental illness and side effects of this, mentions of prescribed medication, mentions of death

“Ferrari’s Charles Leclerc has secured the first pole position of the year for the 4th year in a row, having beaten Audi’s Mick Schumacher in qualifying by 0.247 seconds, Mercedes’ George Russell following close behind, taking third place on the grid.

Carlos Sainz Jr qualified in fourth place for Ferrari, and Alex Albon rounded off team Audi in fifth. McLaren’s Lando Norris and AlphaTauri’s Nyck De Vries wowing in qualifying, with sixth and seventh respectively.

Red Bull’s Max Vertsappen qualified ninth in between the Aston Martin’s of Lance Stroll in eighth and Felipe Drugovich in tenth. Oscar Piastri in the McLaren just qualifying outside of the points in 11th, followed by Alfa Romeo’s Guanyu Zhou in 12th. Pierre Gasly came in only 0.03 seconds behind in the Alpine, starting 13th.

For her first time in Formula 1, Lori Hoffman in the Mercedes has qualified in 14th after facing an engine issue in Q2 which saw her knocked out. She starts just ahead of fellow rookie and her F2 team mate, Clement Novalak in his Alfa Romeo in 15th.

To round off the grid, we will see Yuki Tsunoda in 16th, Valtteri Bottas in 17th, Haas taking 18th and 19th with Kevin Magnussen and Nico Hulkenburg and in 20th is the William’s of Logan Sargaent.”

The 2026 Bahrain Grand Prix was 30 minutes from lights out and here I was with my head stuck in a toilet.

“Lori, please let me in!” Daniel was banging the door with two fists while I curled over and emptied my stomach again.

From my seated position, I stretched up to unlock the door. Before I knew it, Daniel was through the door and next to me pushing my hair away from my sweaty face.

“I can’t do it! I should have never taken this seat, Daniel, why did you let me take this seat?” I whispered with tears running down my face from the nerves and the vomiting.

“Ace” he brushed my hair from my face again. “I would not have discussed any F1 seat deals last year if I didn’t think you were ready. You are so capable and this is your first F1 race. It is only the beginning”

He was right, but going to a team like Mercedes in a rookie year was unheard of and I didn’t want to blow it before it had even really begun. All I could do was sob and then empty up nothing. Nothing was left. Daniel was quick to grab my braid again and hold it out of the way.

“I have something for you” and with that Daniel had placed a phone to my ear.

“Hey possum, I heard you weren’t doing so well. How can I help?”

“Papa” more tears slipping down my face.

“Ace, you either go out there today and you decide you hate it and you leave and history forgets you. Or you go out there and you make sure that history never forgets you”

My dad has always been so straightforward, he was realistic and to the point. I loved him for it.

“Go and race for Lily and Scarlet and for Annabelle, race for all the young girls you mentored at the karting club. Go and show them that they can be F1 drivers. Go and be the role model that you never had”

It was like those words cured me. I stood bolt up right, startling Daniel who had stayed leaning against the door frame.

“Papa I love you with my whole heart and this is for you and Mama” with that I thrust Daniel’s phone to him and ran from the bathroom out into the garage. Stopping by a mirror to wipe my eyes.

I walked in and made eye contact with Toto from across the garage. We’d had many talks when discussing this contract about my fear of failure and he had always said that my talent and ability had always outshone any worry from Mercedes about my stress levels.

He gave me a smile and a nod, communicating his belief in me before turning back to the sheets of data in front of him, Bono and Musconi both pointing to something on a graph.

“You’ve been crying” Turning to my left I was met with George, a sympathetic and protective glance studying my face.

“No I haven’t” I was nothing if not stubborn.

“Of course not, but if you had been, I was going to tell you that I cannot wait to see you make history. You’re one of my best friends and if I had to lose to anyone, I would want to lose to you” and with that George grabbed my shoulder and gave it a squeeze before walking over to the pit wall with me and off to our cars, parked on the grid after the warm up laps.

Evan was next to me, holding two water bottles. Passing me one as I listened to one of my mechanics team, I almost gagged again. My head whipped around to Evan who was looking at me like he was expecting my reaction. Once my mechanic had explained a slight change to my side pod airflow and what effect it may have on the corners, I leaned over to Evan.

“What the actual fuck is this shit?” I controlled my facial expression, knowing how much media was around at the grid walk.

“Lori, I am not letting you drive your first F1 race with negative sustenance” Oh.

“I ate food at 4:30, Evan” “And it left you about an hour after that, now drink the shit so you don’t faint in the car. And don’t act so shocked, Ricciardo tells me things too”

Yeah fair play I guess.

Balaclava on. Tuck in loose strands. Fold braid into balaclava. Adjust ear piece and cable. Helmet on. Neck brace attached. Into the car from the right. Slide in. Connect radio and drink tube. Sit. Breathe. Don’t do a Webber and vomit in your helmet.

The grid empties, everyone leaves, only cars remain. Big breath in and out. 1 light on. Two lights on. Three lights on. Four lights on. Five lights on. You got it! Lights out.

Like every race before this one, ever since I was 15, as soon as the flag was waved green or the lights went out, I changed into a different person.

“And here she is! Lori Hoffman is about to cross the finish line here in Bahrain and become the highest scoring female Formula 1 driver of all time!”

“And she has crossed the line in 5th! I cannot believe it, she has taken the fastest lap and made up 8 positions from her start in 13th in her maiden race. Oh look at that, she has grabbed an Australian flag from a marshal! Look at her soak this up, she has just made history, Crofty”

“Ok, that is P5, Lori, P5! Bloody good job” Bono spoke calmly down the radio.

“YESSSSS OMG I cannot believe this! Sorry in advance Sky Sports! But holy fucking shit!! Oh my fucking god! Thank you so much for everything guys!”

“Hey Lori, it is Toto! Well done and I just wanted to let you know that you are now the highest scoring female in Formula 1… hey Lori, this is Susie, I am so proud of you darling, go enjoy it!”

As I pulled into Parc fermé, my head was absolutely spinning. The adrenaline from the race was being replaced with elation and as such I was starting to realise just how dehyhrated and faint I really was. Camera’s were focusing on the top three up ahead but I couldn’t see them through my blurred vision. I sat there for a second trying to figure out how to get out of the car, I coudn’t even fiddle my seatbelt undone.

“I’m not… yeah” was all I managed to mutter down the radio before my finger slipped from the button.

The next thing I felt were hands on my chest and lap undoing my belt and my visor being flipped up, the cool air hitting my face immediately. “At least buy me… buy me dinner f-first” was all I managed to get out, making myself chuckle.

“Good to see you aren’t too out of it, Ace” I knew that voice. Ian. “I have to say mate, that was some absolutely superb driving. My daughters are going to be absolutely wrapped with that. They think you are the best thing since sliced bread and I can’t disagree with them”

He looked at me with his warm smile and I looked back with my drooping eyes.

“Let’s get you out of here, hey. 3, 2, 1” and then I was getting lifted from my car. “Weeeee” was all I said in response as I went from sitting, to in the air and then to standing on my own two feet next to the car. Not for long though, my knees buckling below me.

“We got this, thanks so much mate” Oh, I knew that voice too but I couldn’t turn my head to check who it was.

“You see how I treat the people who beat me, I guess I just am a nice guy” Oh, Lando. “She beat me too and I am also helping her, do you want an award?” And that would be Alex.

“Oh hey guys, sorry for beating you” I let my head flop to each side to see them.

“Let’s get you weighed so you can take this helmet off and get some hydration into you”

After weigh in and getting some hydration packets, I felt so much better.

“Wait who is on the podium?” I said as I walked beside Lando and Alex to go and watch the ceremony.

“Georgey in 3rd, Charles in 2nd and Mick has gotten his maiden win” A smile crossed my face and I felt guilty that it was as big as it was because of the P1 placeholder and not because of my best friends.

I found a spot next to the Mercedes team and slowly sipped on my water.

“In third place, George Russell” and with that I looked up to see my friend standing on the 3rd step. I screamed my heart out and then felt my head get dizzy again, quieting down to a yell and fist pump. His eyes found the team and he nodded before they landed on myself, Lando and Alex. He gave us a quick smile before Charles was announced in 2nd place. Mustering that scream again, I cheered him as he took his spot, the boys next to me whooping for him too. He gave us a tiny wave before looking to his team and family, Arthur having won his F2 race earlier that day.

It was weird cheering for your competitors, to the ‘villians’ in your race day story. It was a difficult psychology to understand. But when I looked at my friends, I knew that it was the only thing I could do. At the moment, at this exact moment, they had done better than me but that didn’t take anything away from my own race and it definitely didn’t mean I couldn’t beat them next time. And I knew when I did, they would cheer for me then like I had for them today.

“... and in first place, Mick Schumacher” and my heart skipped a beat. I clapped for him as he took that top step, pumping his fist a few times to the crowd.

He removed his Audi cap in anticipation of the German national anthem and held it to his chest. He had his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face, appearing to be trying to control his emotions. To me, he looked like a god up there, helmet hair, sweat making him glow under the lights of the Bahrain International Circuit. As he opened his eyes, he found mine within the crowd. I raised my bottle to him and gave him a head nod, signalling that I was rather impressed with his result. He let his head hang slightly, laughing and then he looked back to me. I was stunned, as the anthem played, Mick continued to look into my eyes, a huge smile on his face and a tear occasionally rolling from his eye. I was frozen, a reaction I was unfamiliar with.

As I had discovered over the years, being a female racing driver had made me pretty popular with the boys (the girls too but the media didn’t need to know that yet). I had never been scared of them, I was a maneater on and off track, a heart breaker. It probably wasn’t the most morally righteous thing to do but a majority of these men only wished to sleep with me for the 5 minutes of fame that may follow and an opportunity to get a autograph from Daniel Ricciardo.

Mick was different though. Instead of looking at him like a play thing, I looked at him like he made the planets turn and the sun rise. But I could never be with him. That was the problem with mental illness. I was always going to be too sick and too bad for him. So I let myself fall for him, knowing that it would never happen. I could keep my one night stands and summer flings and make sure that I never hurt anyone by association to me.

We broke eye contact as the Carmen Overture played and they began to spray their champagne. I watched with a smile on my face but my mind was racing. Mick had barely spoken to me over the years but here he was, staring down at me during his maiden F1 win. Did he feel the same way? And if so, I needed to make him not feel that way as soon as possible.

“Time to get absolutely steamed?” Clem had asked, coming up behind us and wrapping his arms over mine and Lando’s shoulders.

“Duh”

Nothing screams ‘I just made history’ quite like a short, low cut, diamonte mini dress with heels that I would regret 3 songs in. I was elated and proud and after a phone call with my dad and with Renee and Otis who had flown back home after testing, I was ready to celebrate myself. Obviously I wasn’t a race winner or even on the podium but I didn’t deserve this any less.

Downing two shots, I combed out my short, blonde curls and looked myself over once more before grabbing my phone and walking three hotel rooms down. Knock, knock, knock, kno-

“Come in, you” “Hey Alex, how are yo- OMG LILY!” pushing past him, I threw myself into her arms.

“Congratulations bub! I am so proud of you, I know you have head this so many times today but from one female athlete to another, you are changing the world” Lily had always been so supportive and honest when it came to my career. She had followed the racing world for a while, finding Alex through social media and watching F1 races. The same was true for me, automatically cheering on the only female in the whole of Formula racing. She was a day 1 fan for sure and a fantastic friend.

“Also this little number is stunning. The boys and girls are going to be drooling” Lily made me do a little spin and giggled.

“Lori only has one person on her mind, isn’t that right Lo?” Alex came over and waited expectantly for my answer. If I knew him and Lily, I knew that she had already been filled in on my weird crush on Mick.

“Alex, please don’t, you know why that can’t happen” I looked down and pursed my lips, I didn’t want to be reminded of this, not while sober anyway.

“I am sorry Lo, I know. I just really think you should give serious dating another try, it has been 7 years. The right person won’t mind what you bring to the table” Alex was so sincere and I knew that if I was going to take relationship advice from any of my friends, it would be him. His words meant a lot to me.

“I am not drunk enough for this conversation, now let’s go” I said as I grabbed them both and pulled them out the door to the elevator, ready to hop in the car waiting down below.

“Boys and girls, gather round, for I have collected us a rather helfy tray of shots, which I am about to drop if you don’t let me put it on the table right now! Shit” I had pulled Lando closer to me and shoved George and Charles, opening a gap for Clem to place down the biggest tray I had ever seen.

“Coordination of a racing driver” he had commented more to himself than anyone else, handing us all a shot. I was standing with Alex, Lily, George, Carmen, Lando and Charles while Lance, Esteban, Nyck and Mick were sitting at the booth chatting away.

“To our podium finishers” was what Lance shouted out, lifting his shot. He had clearly had a few drinks already.

“To our rookies” Esteban followed, raising his shot to Clem and I.

“And to the history maker” Mick raised his shot to me, nodding, mirroring what I had done for him earlier during the podium presentation.

I smiled to him, and everyone raised their glasses. “To us” I cheered and we downed our shots.

“Ugh really Clem?” Lando said, scrunching his face. “Oh yeah sorry guys they are tequila, by the way” he looked around as everyone recovered, groaning at his choice. “Oops”

“Lori, do you want to go and dance for a bit?” Nyck had come up beside me, an expectant look on his face. We got along quite well and were good friends but never really saw each other outside of the track. “Only if you buy me a drink first, I am still too sober to whip out the dance moves”. With that, we linked arms and headed down the stairs from our VIP balcony to the bar below.

“2 G&T’s please” Nyck yelled over the music, holding up his fingers to make it clearer for the bartender watching. “You remember my order?” “How could I forget? You won basically every F2 race last year, that’s a lot of celebratory drinks”

Grabbing our glasses, we blended ourselves into the swarm of people and began to dance. Despite the rumours which would circulate every few months or so, the line was never crossed with my friends. There was a mutual understanding that it was only friendship and it meant that in moments like this, I could dance with Nyck knowing that it was only us having fun and never us flirting.

As Nyck twirled me around jokingly, I was starting to feel the effects of the drinks I had consumed over the last few hours. That is why it didn’t surprise me when I stumbled and fell straight into the arms of someone. “Oh I am sorry, love, I didn’t mean to knock you. Can I buy a drink to apologise?”. I turned to Nyck and signalled with my eyes that I was going to go to the bar and take up this drink offer, he nodded with a thumbs up and turned around to keep dancing again.

As I wobbled over to the bar, I realised that I was pretty drunk. “Rum and coke, make it a double” he said before turning to me. “No drink for you?” I slurred and looked around as we waited. I looked up to where our VIP booth was to see who was around and even through my drunken gaze, I noticed him, that beautiful angel of a man. And of course, he was looking back at me, an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read. Was Mick mad? He had just gotten his maiden win, and he was mad?

@eternalharry @stillbreathin

#formula 1 fic #formula 1 #alexander albon #lando norris #george russell #charles leclerc #clement novalak #nyck de vries #lance stroll #esteban ocon #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #driver!reader #driver x reader #f1 fanfic

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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How star and max reacted to you having a boyfriend

This is after this fic on the timeline

Star

At first she felt betrayed by you

She spends all her time looking for escape plans and getting spare cash for you to leave this life behind and your keeping secrets from her?

She has to find out from Dwayne that you were seeing a local boy, did you not know how embarrassing that is for her?

She has you explain who it was and after you tell her she’s slightly disgusted

Your both working to escape the boys and your type is exactly like them

She at first thinks it’s just a fling so she’s angry that you got yourself confined to the cave over something so stupid

This would put her plans back for months and she was scared that months would turn to years and before she knows it you’d be a vampire

She gives you the silent treatment for a few weeks out of spite and anger

She wasn’t trying to be manipulative but sometimes she thinks the boys rubbed off of her more than she first thought

She only stopped when she saw what state you were in

The loneliness of being trapped in the cave had effected you massively as well as your constant worry for James’s life

You hardly slept so you had dark circles under your eyes

Your eyes were constantly puffy and red because you spent a good chunk of your time crying

Your lips were swollen and cut from your constant anxious lip biting and your nails constantly bled from your increased need to bite them

You were getting skinner by the day because you hardly ate

Her baby was depressed and instead of soothing you she spent her time ignoring you

You were a wreck and only she could help you

While the boys were worried, they had no idea of how to handle the situation

Dwayne brought you constant meals that you would throw away and he did his best to comfort you by letting you cry while he hugged you but it wasn’t enough

Paul wouldn’t acknowledge your existence out of anger and guilt

Marko tried to fuss over you but you refused to let him touch you

David wasn’t allowed close to you without you beginning to anxiously bite your nails and lips to the point of bleeding

Star knew it was time to help, only a mother could understand a child who’s in pain

Thats what she told herself anyway

She made sure you ate everyday

She would swat away your hand if you bit your nails or lips

And she would force you to sleep in her bed to make sure you got enough sleep

Physically she healed you but emotionally you were still in pain

She would fix it all for her baby, don’t you worry

She’ll get you out of this hellhole so it can be the two of you

Max

Once James entered max’s house he instantly noticed the mass amounts of pictures of you

He also noticed the strange people in the photo with you

Uncles? Brothers? Family friends?

James couldn’t wrap his head around it

Max sat James down across from him and firmly questioned him about your relationship

Max was certainly curious about the boy

He comes knocking on his door and admits to a secret relationship, how was he meant to question him

Max asked various questions like

“When did you meet?” “How long did you date for?” “What are your intentions?”

James answered each of them while his eyes studied the photos of you in the background

He only brought his attention to max when he asked the question

“Do you love them?”

James looked into the calculating eyes and answered

“More than anything in the world”

Max just smirked and eyed him up and down

Max hadn’t heard from his beloved grandchild in weeks and the reason why was sitting in front of him

Yet strangely he didn’t feel anger

He saw potential

He explained to James your complicated family dynamics

He explained that your fathers planned to turn you when you turned 21

He told James that you would never age while he would rot into old age and die while you would remain youthful

He then asked

“Do you still want to love them and love this life?”

James answered instantly without hesitation

“I don’t care about ageing, or the blood drinking. I’d let them drink from me directly as long as they stayed with me, I love them and can’t lose them. I won’t lose them”

An idea popped into max’s head, one that would assure your safety and a way to get you out of your difficult home situation

“Well then, let’s strike a deal”

It wouldn’t be too long until you and James would be reunited, max would make sure of that

#the lost boys #platonic lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #yandere lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #dad lost boys #lost boys x child reader #lost boys #yandere paul #dwayne x reader #yandere marko #yandere dwayne #yandere oc #yandere x reader #oc x reader

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wolfiemcwolferson · 1 year

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bestie, write me a maxiel watching twilight for the first time. one of them can have seen it already, but at least one of the two have to be watching it for the first time. make me happy, pls.

I love you and this is perfect for me and I'm never going to stop laughing.

Okay: Maxiel & Twilight. And a touch of smut at the end.

"I do not understand why everything is blue," Max says for the tenth time in ten minutes - which isn't surprising in itself because Max is the worst person to watch movies with, but Daniel definitely covered this in his pre-movie information dump.

He pauses the movie, placing the popcorn bowl on the table in front of them - neither of them have really touched it, it's air-popped and plain and gross, but it's within their diet.

"Maxy," he says. More patience in his voice than he really feels. "We talked about the way the blue tint helped capture Catherine's feel of Forks and the vampires."

Max nods. "But it looks stupid, Danny."

Daniel sighs. "I know this is before your time, but I am begging you to please -"

Max huffs, kicking his foot out at Danny's on the floor, effectively tangling them together.

Daniel knows immediately that something is wrong because Max is seeking touch - something he only does when he's emotional about something he doesn't have the words to explain.

Daniel plucks at the seam of Max's shorts - once, twice, three times - until Max places his hand on top of Daniel's forcing it still.

"Scotty -" Max stops and huffs at himself. "Scotty said that it was a -"

He has to work really hard to not laugh so instead he reaches over, gripping Max around the waist and hauling him directly into his lap. "Scotty said it was a thing we did. With girls." He smiles up at Max who is frowning deep and true.

This thing they're doing - it's still new and hesitant, but the friendship it's built on is not so Danny understands that he's jealous and confused by being jealous and still kind of waiting for Danny to laugh this whole thing off as an experiment gone wrong.

Just kidding Maxy, he seems to be waiting for those words, I'm not actually bisexual and this was all a mistake.

That's never going to happy because Max has been under his skin since day one really. Even if this is new, the wild bird in Danny's chest isn't new and it flies up up up to Max so he can kiss him.

Danny kisses him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Maxy," he whispers directly into his mouth, "it's only you."

Max tightens his grip around Danny's neck and kisses him back hard, trying to press his body completely against Danny's and it's big and heady and Daniel takes it.

"Only you." Daniel whispers and then adds around a smile, "And Edward Cullen."

Max very theatrically throws himself backwards on the couch, moaning. "I do not see it. He is very very strange in real life and -"

"When did YOU meet Robert Pattinson?" Danny shrieks, crawling on top of him, boxing him in underneath him.

Max rolls his eyes. "He was at a dinner and he was very strange. He kept talking about cheese. And pasta. But not cheesy pasta." Max pokes Danny in the chest. "Very strange." He says again and then smirks to himself, "like you."

Danny does laugh now, burying his face in Max's neck. "Let's finish Twilight and then I'll put the moves on you." but he wiggles his eyebrows to communicate to Max that it is indeed a joke.

Max's face goes bright red like it does when he's about to tell a deeply unfunny joke, but those are Danny's favorite. "You can just say you want to suck my dick, Daniel, you do not have to -"

But Max doesn't get to finish that sentence because Danny digs his fingers into his sides and Max nearly sends them both into the floor fighting back.

They do not finish Twilight.

Max does get his dick sucked.

Danny is probably in love with him.

#Maxiel #and Robert Pattinson I guess?#Twilight #christ the strangest grouping of tags I have ever used #We are trying to get me unstuck so if you have something you want me to write in a fit of madness #send me an ask

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Sober - Eddie Munson

Chapter 18- A lead

Masterlist

"Hey Jeff it's Maggie. I'm just calling to- what no! Jeff I just was calling to see if you happened to have seen Eddie recently. He uh skipped out on our date and I haven't seen him since...oh okay. See you at school then." Marguerite sighed, another dead end.

No one seemed to know where Eddie could have ended up. Meanwhile Steve was busy flirting with her another girl who obviously wasn't interested in him.

"Hey I might have a lead." Max smiles hanging the phone up

"Really?" Marguerite gasped

"Yeah uh Eddie apparently gets all his drugs from some Reefer Rick so it's a possibility he'd be there." Max said

"You ever hear of him, Mags?" Steve asked

"Yeah uh Eddie doesn't really talk about him too much but I've been there before." Marguerite said

"You've been to a drug dealers house?" Steve asked

"Steve...her boyfriend literally sells drugs to like half the school." Robin said

°°°

If you had to tell someone where the top 10 creepiest places in Hawkins were, Reefer Rick's would definitely have to make the list. It was dark when they had finally pulled up and the home was even darker.

Dustin rang the door bell at least 15 times while Robin and Max groaned and rolled their eyes.

"He's not here, man." Steve said

"Eddie? It's Dustin open up!" Dustin yelled ignoring Steve

Marguerite shone her flashlight into the home to see its obviously empty interior.

"Hey is that a foot?!" Dustin exclaimed

"That's a shoe." Marguerite said

"Oh. Nevermind." Dustin sighed

Marguerite patted the boys head and her lips pulled into a thin smile. She didn't think Eddie had killed Chrissy but it was driving her crazy knowing that he was just off the grid missing.

"Hey guys?" Max said

The group walked over to see her pointing at the old boathouse on the property.

Okay so maybe the boathouse could make the list of top ten scariest things in Hawkins. It smelled like stagnant water and rotten fish. God did Marguerite hope that Eddie wasn't hiding in this shit hole.

"Steve stop that." Dustin scolded

She turned to see her ex-boyfriend stabbing at a boat that was covered with a blue tarp, in his hands was a large wooden oar.

"He might be in here." Steve reasoned

"So just lift the tarp." Dustin reasoned

"Jesus stop arguing like little kids!" Max groaned

Steve and Dustin looked at each other before continuing their arguing.

"Someone was here." Max said

The group turned to see the red head holding a crumpled up Snickers wrapper and a half empty bottle of beer.

"Maybe he ran. We might've spooked him." Robin said

"Yeah well we're safe since Steve has his oar." Dustin said

Marguerite just rolled her eyes and continued to look around the smelly boat house.

"We've literally all almost died like a thousand times so if any thing I'd say I'm doing you all a favor so how about-"

Steve's voice cut off into a yell as a large blob appeared from the boat. Life jackets and fishing rods fell to the ground as Eddie pushed Steve towards the wall.

"Wait wait wait wait!"

Steve's loud protests could be heard as he was effectively pinned, a broken beer bottle pressed towards the flesh of his neck.

"Eddie Eddie! Stop!" Dustin yelled

Eddie didn't turn at his fellow club members voice but instead inched the beer bottle closer to Steve.

"Eddie stop that!" Marguerite yelled, finally finding her voice

Eddie finally turned when he heard her. She was just as pretty as the last time he saw her. Her wavy blonde hair was down falling a few inches below her shoulders. Her hands gripped a big flashlight and Eddie could see his ring and guitar pick peeking out of the top of her shirt, a reminder that she was still his.

Marguerite could see his shoulders drop slightly at her command but the beer bottle hadn't moved yet.

"Eddie... we're on your side...I swear on my mother!" Dustin affirmed

"On Dustin's mom." Robin said

"Yeah on his mom!" Steve gasped

"Eddie we aren't lying! Just drop the bottle and we can all talk. I'd never hurt you...you can trust me." Marguerite said

Eddie glanced back at Steve, clearly weighing his options before backing away and slumping onto the ground, bottle in hand.

"Hey, buddy let's talk okay..." Dustin said as he reached for the bottle

Marguerite saw him back away and tighten his grasp on the bottle. She quietly approached the pair and gently pushed Dustin away from her boyfriend.

"Hey, babe. Looks like you're little late to the Marguerite- Eddie date you swore you'd never miss." She softly said

Eddie shook his head as he let Marguerite take the beer bottle, her smaller hands wrapping around his as she takes it and rolls it away from them.

"I didn't do it, Maggie. I swear I didn't. I just ran...I was scared." He said quietly

"I know...we know." She said hugging him

"You wanna tell us what happened?" Dustin asked

"You won't believe me." Eddie said pulling away from Marguerite

"Try us." Steve said

"It was like she was in a trance. I tried to wake her up. But she was just there. And then...she started like floating. Her back hit the ceiling and then...uh and then her bones. They twisted and cracked. Her eyes it's like they exploded." Eddie said

Marguerite drew circles on his hand with her thumb as he reaccounted the horrors he had seen.

"And I didn't know what to do...so I just ran."

"You didn't do anything wrong. Anyone would have in that situation." She soothed

He nodded and rested his head on her, burying his face in her neck.

"You guys think it's...y'know." Steve vaguely asked

"It could be..." Robin said

"Jesus, not again." Dustin groaned

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Headcanon sentences!;

1. "You're going to be a good sad someday, Teddy bear" teddy bear = Eddie's nickname

2. "Saying yes to you was the best decision of my life"

3. Based on me playing Steddie in the Sims 4: Steddie playing Sims 4 and "How do you keep setting the stove on fire making Mac and cheese?!"

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Okay assuming that's a typo and you meant dad this one's gooooood shit

No one had expected Max to be the first one with a baby, or a baby at all for that matter.

But here she was, 22 years old, Lucas by her side, holding their newborn baby boy with the biggest smile on her face.

She'd only given birth a few hours ago, Lucas' family coming in to visit before she even got a chance to take it in.

Eddie had never held a baby. Not once.

But he knew how to comfort Max, had been the best at it for the last 8 years or so. She looked exhausted, and he immediately put his arm around her shoulders and let her rest her head on his shoulder.

"Proud of you, Red. Look at this little gremlin. Poor thing looks like Lucas. Hope he grows out of that."

Lucas interrupted his own conversation with Steve to glare at him.

"You wanna hold him?"

Eddie couldn't exactly turn that down, not when Max looked like she was kind of asking for a break without actually asking for one.

She gently placed the sleeping baby in his arms.

He felt it immediately: the why someone would put their body through this, the why people choose to throw a specific type of fun out the window to have kids.

"Decided on a name?"

Max leaned her head up from where she'd rested it on her pillow.

"Yeah. Steve? Stop talking to Lucas and come look at my baby."

Steve did as she asked, like he always did. It was no secret she was tied for favorite kid with Dustin.

"Steve, Eddie, this is Andrew Steven Sinclair."

Eddie and Steve looked up at her together, equally surprised by the name choice.

They both cried, and Max rolled her eyes, but didn't tease them about it, probably already warned to be kind by Lucas.

Steve held him for a few minutes, walking around the room and gently rocking his arms to keep him asleep.

Eddie watched until it was his turn again.

He held him for nearly 30 minutes before Steve finally told him they needed to go and let Max and Lucas rest and bond with Andrew alone.

As they left the hospital, Eddie kept rambling about things he wanted to buy for Andrew, things he wanted to do with him as he got older. It continued on for the entire drive to their apartment in the city and even over dinner that night.

Finally, Steve kissed him, effectively shutting him up long enough to talk.

"You're gonna be a good dad someday, teddy bear."

Eddie blushed.

He saw it now. He saw what Steve wanted so badly and now he wanted it too.

He'd make sure they had it somehow.

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2. This could be so sappy but what if it was funny instead

It was late.

They were tired.

Food didn't make itself and they were way too exhausted to do it themselves.

"I could just call in pizza."

Steve had turned down takeout already because of their budget or whatever, but Eddie was too hungry to care about a budget now.

"Fine. But just a small. No drinks or breadsticks."

Eddie jumped up before Steve could change his mind.

Because it was so late, the pizza was delivered quickly. Weird how no one else wanted pizza delivery at one in the morning.

They both let out loud moans at the first bite, smiling at their pizza slices like they found long lost loves.

"Aren't you glad I convinced you to order pizza?"

"Saying yes to you was the best decision of my life."

"And they call me the dramatic one!"

"Shut up and eat your pizza."

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3. Okay but actually funny story one time I did forget I was boiling water to make mac and cheese (I was in like 6th grade leave me alone) and nothing caught on fire but the kitchen sure didn't smell good for a while

In a strange turn of events, Eddie took on a nanny job when they moved to Chicago. It paid well and he was guaranteed off for any shows his band played, plus all the major holidays and half of summer.

It paid so well, in fact, Steve could focus on his college classes instead of also having to work.

Every Monday, instead of going to the family's house, they dropped their five year old daughter, Emily, at Steve and Eddie's apartment.

They'd have a full day of walking to the park at the end of the block on nice days, or playing with Eddie's "for fun" guitar, or laying out tons of paper across the kitchen floor and finger painting, or playing princess and dragons.

Eddie was great at it. Except for the whole cooking part.

Usually, meals were prepped already when he went to Emily's house. But on Mondays, he had to make lunch and dinner for her.

He stuck to sandwiches for lunch, but dinner could get rough.

He managed to do okay with microwaving chicken nuggets or cooking frozen pizzas.

But he'd gone through two stoves from trying to make mac and cheese.

He was persistent though, knew if he just focused on only the mac and cheese, nothing would burn or catch on fire or break.

Unfortunately, Emily chose to have a Code Red Emergency just when he added the pasta to the pot.

It's fine, I have 8 minutes to fix what she needs me to.

Emily had broken one of the minifigures that Eddie used for D&D and she was heartbroken. Eddie explained it could be fixed, he'd just glue it tonight and she could play with it again next week, but she was inconsolable.

Naturally, he got distracted trying to help her and the smoke alarm started going off.

"Shit!"

"That's a bad word!"

"I know!"

Eddie managed to handle it before the fire got big, but their mac and cheese was burnt and he would just have to settle for some fish sticks.

Emily got picked up and her parents smirked at the smell and slight haze to the air, but didn't comment.

Steve, however, wasn't going to ignore it.

"Oh my God, you did it again didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"How do you keep setting the stove on fire making mac and cheese?!"

"Emily was having a crisis!"

"We're going to have a crisis if you don't get to it in time and burn the whole apartment complex to the ground!"

They made a new rule that night that he wasn't allowed to make any kind of pasta anymore unless Steve was home to watch.

He'd feel stupid if it wasn't such a good idea.

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