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PART 5 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: None

You woke up from the sunlight radiating from your window. It's been a few days since you and Carlos met. You don't want to talk to him after what happened.

Cael, I want to kick your father's crotch sometimes or maybe pull his wavy hair. Why does he have to be an ass?

It's still seven in the morning and Cael is still sound asleep on his bed. You went to his room and gave him a kiss before going to the kitchen. You have your morning coffee and a bagel, hoping that it would somewhat boost you to start your day.

You were scrolling through your contacts at the counter, when you felt a tiny hand grasping your pajamas. You were startled, almost choking yourself with the bagel. You looked down and saw Cael rubbing his eyes.

“Mama up,” Cael said, spreading his arm towards you. It is Cael's thing. He says that when he wants your attention and affection. He also does this randomly when he feels like you are having a bad day. Cael is an empath we might say.

You lifted Cael and kissed his plump cheeks. His head immediately rests on your shoulder. “Good morning, baby. How's your sleep?”

“Still sleepy Mama,” Cael said groggily.

“My baby is still sleepy. Okay, do you want to go back to bed or do you wanna have breakfast, honey?,” You replied, rubbing Cael's back.

“Breakfast Mama. I want a pancake,” Cael said, still resting his head on your shoulders.

“Okay, will you help Mama make pancakes?” Cael face you and gave you a nod.

Max, Lando, Carlos, Charles, and Daniel went for a quick break from playing padel. Everyone got their drink and sat down on the foldable chairs under the shade. They are taking their time before the race weekend.

“You're going aggressive with the ball man, huh?” Max said, pertaining to Carlos who is madly attacking whenever the ball touches his racket.

“I have a four-year-old son,” Carlos said, looking blankly at the esky.

“Oh yeah? Well, I have twins, a girl and a boy actually,” Lando said sarcastically, not believing a word Carlos said.

“You met him?” (Max)

“You mean Cael?” (Charles)

“Finally.” (Daniel)

Max, Charles, and Daniel said in chorus. Carlos confusedly looked at the three. On the other hand, Lando is busy gulping every single drop of his drink.

“You guys know Cael?” Carlos replied to the three.

“Who’s Cael? What am I missing?” Lando blurted out. Wiping and licking remnants of his drink on the corner of his lips.

“Yeah,” Max replied.

“What the hell? Since when did you know Cael?” Carlos asks, feeling betrayed.

“Ever since. Like when he was about to turn one.” Charles replied this time.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Lando said, trying to grasp what is going on.

“Why didn't you tell me, you bastards?” Carlos said. He is upset that how come that these guys know about Cael since he was one. But he only got to know him, now that he is already four .

“She wants us to tell no one about Cael, especially you. Plus, it's not our story to tell Carlos. You know that,” Daniel explained.

“But how did you meet him? Li- Like how?” Carlos asks them curiously. He is puzzled how it happened.

“YN contacted us telling us that she wants us to be your son's godfather,” Max said while swirling the RB drink in his hand.

“Godfather? Who among you is Cael's godfather?” Carlos confusedly asked. Max, Charles, and Daniel raised their hands.

“Plus, Lewis,” Daniel added.

“Wait, you and YN have a child? And I, Lando Norris, who is closest to her, is not a godfather?” Lando said in disbelief, summarizing what is happening at least in his point of view. He is feeling more betrayed than Carlos is.

“‘Cause you can't keep your mouth shut, Land,” Max said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, you will probably run happily to Carlos and tell him about Cael,” Charles added, teasing Lando.

“Yes. Spitting facts,” Daniel said, agreeing to both of them.

“But, btw how did you know Carlos? Did you meet them already? Did she tell you?” Carles throwing multiple questions.

“We met at the plaza by accident. She told me Cael is mine,” Carlos replied, not mentioning the details how.

“By accident? What happened then?” Daniel said, looking intently at Carlos like a gossip girl.

“Cael got lost at the plaza. I found him and gave him back to her. And you know what? Cael seems to know me. But looking at her reaction when I saw her with Cael, I can tell she doesn't want us to meet that way. So I introduce myself to Cael as Uncle Chilli.”

“Uncle Chilli what the fuck? HAHAHAHA. Cael knows you man. He knows that the Carlos Sainz is his father,” Max replied, laughing his ass off at Carlos.

“So there is still no proper introduction yet?” Charles said while covering Max’s mouth, shutting him up from laughing.

“Yeah, Y/N and I actually had a heated conversation,” Carlos said, almost a whisper.

“Don't tell me you fucked it up again?” Daniel asked, squinting his eyes at Carlos.

“Based on how he play padel, he did fucked up,” Max replied, answering it for him.

“Shut up Max,” Carlos rebuked. He knows he fucked up he don't need the boys shoving it into his face.

“I still don't know what to do. I'm still finding a way to talk to her again, maybe after the Spanish Grand Prix. But I guess, we just need to cool down for now.” Carlos stands up and walks back to the court with his racket.

“Yeah, you need to cool down but try not to smash the ball six feet off the ground!” Max said, not missing a chance to let his thoughts win.

Max and Charles followed Carlos to the court to play another round. Daniel remained sitting down for a bit to rest.

“Hey Lando, come on. What are you sulking about?,” Charles called out for Lando, who was pouting and not blinking.

“I'm not a Godfather,” Lando said, giving him a death stare.

“What the hell?” Charles replied, being done with the whole godfather thing.

“I know what you need to do. Baptize your son again and let me be a godfather. ¡Por favor, Carlos!” Lando yelled out to Carlos at the court. He just sighed and rolled his eyes at Lando, before throwing him the padel ball.

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leclsrc · 1 year

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reciprocate ✴︎ mv1

genre: 18+, pwp, very very filthy, fem!reader

word count: 4.5k

You have trouble maintaining your vow of Max celibacy when you’re on vacation together. (part 1 here)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because… sexual tension like tons, dirty talk, masturbating, descriptions of sex, kissing, SEXUAL TENSION.

hope you like it everyone! :) req’d and i was gonna make this a drabble, but it kinda grew. kind of gives way for a part 3, so lmk if u would wanna read thaaat...?

You’re bored more than several times over the dry, chilly stretch of winter break.

With not much to do, you’ve taken to traveling before you settle back into reporting on what different teams are doing to prepare for March. It’s all car prep, helmet design, new advancements, some drama on budget breaches. But that all comes in the condensed end of February, so now you’re wandering around, aimless.

The invite comes after Christmas and before New Year’s. It’s also last minute, and you would’ve normally rejected it, but Lissie had managed to convince you despite yourself, so you text Daniel a thumbs-up, greenlighting his proposition to jet off to Monaco.

“I’m starting to think I should’ve just said no,” you mutter, dumping a bundle of clothes into your suitcase. Across you, equally busy, Lissie scoffs.

She looks up from where she’s busy folding something, then, “In what universe would anybody want to pass up on a free Monaco trip where we can spend the entire week drinking our body weight in cocktails and swimming it off?”

You laugh, nodding in semi-agreement. It’s not Monaco, you want to tell her. It’s because everybody’s going, even Max. “You’re right,” you say instead, making a show of being excited.

It didn’t seem the slighest bit sane to be going on a non-work trip where Max was going to be around. Your first tryst, barely a month ago, before the grand prix in Abu Dhabi, had given way to three days straight of retiring to his room, foregoing afterparties, and then, after deciding to go to one, sneaking back off and fucking in his room after just an hour of dancing.

Max is just as insatiable as you are, and it scares you—because it took every ounce of resistance from you to sit him down and affirm the statement that the constant sex was a bad idea. Outside of his room, outside his bed, you two still maintained the same caustic relationship, but the sex became like clockwork, and you could tell it wasn’t the best idea.

“We need to stop the sex,” you’d said, setting it down firmly. “It’s—it’s getting in the way of work.”

“It really isn’t. You still have no problem calling me out after races and then getting fucked less than an hour later,” he said.

“I’m serious, it is. And if not now, it will.”

He’d shrugged. “Fine.”

“It’ll be easy,” you’d said sharply. “For me, at least.”

It feels like cosmic karma, then, when you’re told by Lissie that Max’s room is beside yours.

—

Almost funnily, Max’s is the first face you see after you’ve settled in your hotel room. You see him first, and then notice he’s joined by Daniel and Lando, at the bar near the beach where everyone else in your little group is hanging out. You make eye contact that you tear away from instantly, willing yourself to ignore him.

Daniel notices you first when you show up to order yourself a drink. “Swam yet?”

“Nope,” you say. “Think I’ll join the girls and tan today.”

“Just glad you finally accepted the invite,” Daniel comments. “Lissie told me you almost bailed for some weird reason.”

Your eyes dart over to Max, who’s drinking whiskey. He’s already looking at you, gaze cutting. You clear your throat and look away. “I thought it wouldn’t be the best idea, but I’m about three drinks away from loving it here.”

The small talk continues, and you even get your drink, but eventually Daniel and Lando are too enticed by the sunset water, running off and yanking their shirts off on the way. You shuffle nervously on the barstool, just two seats apart from Max.

“You’re here the whole week?” He asks, not looking at you.

“I am,” you say, leveling his tone of nonchalance.

He makes a noise of petty disapproval, leaning back. From where you sit, you get fleeting glimpses of how he looks, and it isn’t helping your vow of celibacy. He’s big, which, while you knew this, still sends a throb of arousal through you. The tight tee he wears does nothing to hide what’s underneath, and his arms give you the impression that he could just throw you onto a bed or slam you against a wall like it’s nothing.

(Two things you could personally attest to, but that’s besides the point.) You’ve only just begun to get used to not having sex with him, but you’re starting to think you should get on the next flight off, because the thoughts creeping into your head of his hands, his tongue—

A cry of your name grabs your attention, and you blink, turning your head. Farther up the beach, Lissie and Lily are waving their hands around, calling you. “Let’s swim!” Lissie orders. “Now!”

“Bit busy there, were you?” Max asks, smirking.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, downing the rest of your cocktail and jogging over to your friends. Absently, you hear him chirp another teasing remark behind you—hope you drown. The abrasive remark lets the remainder of your scandalous thoughts filter out for the time being. You’re positive, though, that they won’t be gone for the whole two weeks.

You stop in front of Lissie to undo the clip in your hair when Lily asks nonchalantly: “Why’s Max staring at your ass?”

“Lil, oh m—” You swat her playfully. “Don’t just say things like that!”

“Sorry! Jesus. It was a serious inquiry. Guy’s eyes are glued. Don’t you hate each other?”

You resist the urge to turn around and maybe get in a dig of your own, but clear your throat and shrug. “You’re hallucinating. I’m sure he’ll have some random girl in his hotel room later tonight, anyway.”

You don’t miss the way Lily’s face is still etched with lack of conviction, but you tug her toward the beach anyway, splashing around and playing frisbee with the Daniel, Charles, and Lando. At some point, talk of clubbing arises through the six of you, and at Lando’s insistence, you all agree to meet up somewhere to get hammered later. A warm Monegasque welcome, Charles had dubbed it.

A sluice of nerves slide across you when you hear Charles relay the idea to Max, and the latter reply with a fuck yes count me in.

You learn a few short hours later that Monaco lives up to its predestined reputation as a nightlife beast, greeting you with vigor and sophistication. You’d been here before, but mostly for work—the immense drinking, dancing, and occasional drug is still a novel experience. Evidently, though, the drivers have little trouble settling into it, accepting and ordering shots and extravagant bottles like they’re nothing.

You’re off work, you figure, and you have no concrete responsibilites tied you as of the moment, so why not join in?

Lissie is drunkenly slurring something into your ear, about how some guy is flirting with her but he’s a 6 at best and maybe I should just make out with him to make him feel better hey wait maybe he’s an 8 actually no 9, maybe 9.5 max—no he’s a 10 I’m fucking him bye, and Lily is pissed, likely being taken care of by Alex.

Charles had upheld a promise to remain sober, but said nothing of bringing a girl home, which he’d successfully pulled off just twenty minutes ago. Lando’s obviously busy spinning the tunes at the DJ booth behind you, howling with excitement every time he plays something he likes. Which, you realize, leaves you with Daniel.

You fix the hem of your tiny dress, throwing back another shot. Your tolerance doesn’t allow for alcohol to permeate fast; it goes slowly, and never results in too much of a headache, thank the Lord. You’re pleasantly buzzed, but you want more courage, more gravitas. A timely wish, considering you haven’t quite learned how much of a party monster Daniel is.

He leans in closer. “I bet you three shots of vodka you’re not kissing someone tonight.”

“I’ll take the opposing side,” you say, laughing. “Nobody here is doing it for me.”

“A gentleman’s agreement!” He hollers, waving a passing waiter over and ordering shots for people to share.

Although you’re in a roped off area of the club, there are still people walking around and crowding the area, including a girl who’s seated on Daniel’s lap. She whispers something mumbled and low into his ear, and you roll your eyes at his equally flirty response, pinching her thigh and kissing her neck.

He turns back to you after, like it’s a casual conversation. “How can nobody ‘do it for you’ in a Monaco nightclub, man?”

There’s a question you can answer, but woefully won’t. You change the subject instead, cupping two shots. “How about you and I just do three shots each?”

“Make it four,” he says challengingly. “And take a hit.”

“Already did, Danny,” you refute. You’d smoked half a joint before drinking anything, not wanting to get too caught up in the crossfade. You’re half sure somebody in the group took molly, but your mouth is zipped all the same. “Come on, four shots.”

“Up, up,” he pauses, thinking. “Two shots of Patron vodka—and two of Clase Azul.”

Agreeing, you search for the liquor on the lit-up table, throwing the vodka back with relative ease and then standing up to do the last two. You stumble when you place the glasses back on the table, shaking hands with Daniel and moving about to shake off the alcoholic taste in your mouth.

You pass by Lando, and he flips you off from his place at the DJ booth, but eventually you meander your way to the bar instead, wedging yourself into an empty alcove that only houses a storage room door. It’s quieter, and here you can start to feel the alcohol in your system. You lean back against the wall, and just as you wished, a guy eventually approaches you.

He’s cute(ish), tall(ish), and charming(ish), and even in your hazy mind he registers as passable and definitely way too drunk and overconfident to be approaching somebody as hot as you. His arm wraps around you, toys with the flimsy strap of the minidress you’d worn today. His accent is clearly touristy and American when he asks, “What, bored tonight?”

“Little bit,” you say lowly, leaning back and letting your lips curl up into a smile. “Nothing is really exciting.”

He hums drunkenly. “I could be exciting. Show you something exciting.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you say, playing into him. “Tell me more.”

“I could tell you lots of things in my hotel room.” He smiles. “Don’t you want to have fun?”

“She’s had plenty, mate,” a voice unmistakably Dutch says, and pride wells up in you for having had your plan succeed so beautifully. You blink, reaching an arm out to gently push the guy out of the way—and meet eyes with the one behind him. Taller, broader, and evidently more sober than either of you, Max looks pissed (more than usual, at least.) “Piss off.”

“Christ, had I known she had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t’ve approached, man. Let’s all be calm.”

Max waves him off dismissively and approaches you, a glint of concern shadowing the irritance in his eyes. “This some kind of plan of yours?”

The alcohol has begun to rush through you. You’re hot, flushed all over, thinking of all the times you’d been in this position, purposely testing Max’s limits so he could test yours, albeit differently.

“Dunno what you mean,” you say. Your gaze slips downward, to the big, rough hand wrapped around the glass of whiskey. You want them on you. Then they meet his again.

“Sure,” he says, unconvinced. “You’re having a lot of fun prancing around like you’ve no responsibilities.”

“Lighten up,” you insist boredly. “It’s called a vacation. It’s for letting loose.”

“Are you letting loose enough?” He asks, suggestive.

“Max.” You lean forward, and the movement lets him see more of your chest, or what your dress allows. He coughs.

“No.” But despite himself, he’s leaning downward, too, his gaze stuck on your lips. “You told me yourself. It gets in the way of work.”

“This isn’t work,” you say, nerves hammering through you.

“Been looking after you all night, it might as well be.” His voice is cold and serious. He steps forward, effectively caging you against the wall with how bulky his frame is. “You need to be careful. I had to pry that asshole off of you.”

“What if…” You trail off, tilting your head back so you’re making searing, unbreaking eye contact. “That’s exactly what I wanted?”

You’re both frozen in place, staring up at him with the kind of coy you only get when you’re tipsy like this. Wide eyed, lip bitten, and dress riding up—this is exactly how Max likes you. Ready for him to wreck. One jerk of his knee in between your legs and you’re his. He considers other options: a light grip around your neck, or even just a hand on your waist would render you weak, too.

“You test me too much, Y/L/N.” You feel hazy from the way he says your name, in the way he always does—formal, professional, like you’re in the paddock interviewing him again. You can feel yourself growing wet.

But you’d gotten yourself into this mess. You wore this dress, took those shots, let that guy flirt with you in hopes that Max would come over and give you his time of day. Deny as you might, you know deep down this is exactly what you were waiting for. You press a palm to his stomach, feeling the hard surface there, fisting it in his shirt.

He grunts, lets his hand cover yours. “Schatz,” he says, guttural.

He lets your lips meet, but when you lean in for a proper kiss, he stands back up to his full height. One look in your eyes lets him realize you’re sufficiently sober, and he turns and walks away.

—

A volleyball hits your shoulder for the third time today.

Prior to that, it’d hit your forehead twice, putting an effective end to your beach volleyball winning streak. Beside you, Lando lets out a strangled cry of defeat.

“The volleyball legend is tapping out!” Daniel hoots from a nearby lawn chair, mimicking the racing commentators you’re all familiar with.

“Piss off,” you say. “I’m off my game, too tired.”

You wave a dismissive hand to Lily and Alex and they flash thumbs up signs. You squeeze a bottle of water into your mouth, needing release from the thoughts plaguing your mind. The events of two nights ago weigh terribly heavy, annoyingly so, on your mind.

Not Max himself, you argue. His voice. His touch. They’re so irresistible to you. The way he’d grunted out the pet name he reserved for sex, the way his hand was so much rougher, bigger than yours.

Absently, you wonder, if he hadn’t stopped it—what would’ve happened then? He must’ve been resisting his strongest demons to put an end to the flirting like that. Any other time, you think, it would’ve gone differently.

He’d crowd you against the wall, press hot, whiskey-flavored kisses to your neck. He’d drop his glass, uncaring if it shattered; he could pay for fifty of those and then some. You picture his big hands roughly feeling you up, pressing against your panties, asking if you wore them just for him. Mumbling about wanting to taste you, get on his knees and have your pussy right here, for his tongue only. You picture his fingers, nimble, yanking away the lace and pushing into your cunt, kissing your jaw, moving, moving, until you’re fully in an open-mouthed kiss, messy and dirty, just how he likes you. He’d say something mean. Do you enjoy being a slut, letting all these people watch me take care of you? You’d nod. It’s true, you do, humping his fingers and chasing release. You picture his dick, hard and thick, big like the rest of him, pressed against your bare thigh, and—

“Your gelato!” Lissie hollers crankily, waving a cone of coffee ice cream in front of you that’s begun to melt and stick to her fingers.

“Thinking of sum’in, mate?” Lando’s amused, sunglasses-clad face comes into view.

You flip him off and apologize to Lissie, attempting to enjoy your ice cream before you descend into a state of craziness. The beach day passes with additional moments of blank stares, though none to a worrying degree. Most of your friends chalk it up to you waking up late or spacing out thinking of work, thankfully.

But, at least, you think. At least this just proves that you and Max can stick to your vow of celibacy. Right?

—

Max is never usually one to eavesdrop, but when he learned from Lily earlier in the week that your room was adjacent to his, he couldn’t help but become more conscious of it. Two days of silence, the occasional TV noise, and some stumbling provide nothing, so he’s since stopped paying attention. Between you two, you’re the one always out on the shore anyway, so there’s nothing much for him to listen to.

Tonight is different.

You don’t usually make noise—and he’s generally speaking here. You’re not a loud person. Even with the aid of a mic, your voice is composed, on the edge of quiet, during paddock reports. So why can he hear you so clearly now? The walls are a bit thin, sure, but something else contributes to it.

Something else, like maybe you’re doing all this on purpose.

The shuffling on the other side of the wall grows louder, then he hears your faint, breathy whimpers. He pauses, sitting a bit more upright on his bed, curiosity piqued, anticipates something else. Your whimpers grow louder, passing through the walls with relative ease.

He could totally tune this out, maybe put on a movie, hell, leave the room for a late night walk or a drink somewhere.

But he’s rooted to his spot, listening intently, wanting to hear more of you. He hears it then, so breathy at first he almost doesn’t. Max.

Your moan. He blinks, feeling himself grow hard. Maybe he didn’t hear it right, but then he hears it again: Oh, Max. Please. Wanna, wanna—

He palms at his dick through his sweats, swearing under his breath. You sound exactly like you do when you’re underneath him, two lithe hands wrapped around his wrist, begging for release, for his tongue, for his fingers. You’d been so sure, so high and mighty when you sat him down and demanded the sex stop, but here you are fucking yourself on your fingers, moaning his name.

Barely even ashamed, he tugs his dick out, already drooling with precum. He uses it to ease the glide of jerking off. Max, you say again, louder this time, higher. He remembers your conversation clearly, your solemn voice when you told him you couldn’t ever have sex again with the way it interfered with your jobs. The way you slid in a snide remark about how it’d be an easy challenge for you.

He can’t help but be amused, fucking his fist and listening to your moans, growing in volume as you near your climax. He wants to ask if your fingers are as good as his, as his tongue, his cock. He knows you’ll say yes but think the opposite. You’ve always grown so weak around him.

Gonna cum, he hears again.

He pictures you writhing on your bed, eyes rolling back, fist half-bitten to try and silence yourself. Your thighs are probably shaking, brows knitted together, tongue lolling out—he jerks himself faster, panting, chest sweaty. It’s your last, loud moans that send him over the edge.

I’m cumming, Maxie, fuck—! He swears under his breath, cum spurting out all over his fist. He catches his breath, pursing his lips, squeezing his eyes shut. Tries to purge himself of his thoughts of how you might look right now and retreats into his bathroom.

It doesn’t work.

—

Lando personal phone 30s ago

Lissie wants her own bacardi and could you get doritos too x

And a box of condoms pls mate xx

“One more Bacardi and a bag of Doritos,” you dictate boredly. Who knew a high profile, all expenses paid vacation in one of the richest countries in the world would still entail the mandatory grocery run? “…And condoms.”

Max turns from where he’d retrieved the rum, a brow raised in question. “Sorry?”

“Lando, not me,” you defend, holding two hands up. You two had been the unlucky pair who drew short straws and were thus stuck with a long list of niche items in an empty convenience store not far from your hotel. Outside, the sun’s already gone, leaving behind traces of orange in an otherwise dark sky. The group had decided to stay nearby and drink instead of going out tonight, since you’d all been at a club basically every other night anyway.

You review each of your baskets. “Seems like this is all,” you conclude, “except the condoms, which we’ll get at the counter.”

“Did Lando specify a… brand?” Max asks, pacing to the cashier. There are already some on display, with varying features and sizes.

You recheck your phone. “Nope. Just get anything.”

“Alright, then.” Max picks up an XXL condom box and waves it around. “For Little Lando.”

Irritated, you roll your eyes. “Be reasonable, Max.”

“You said get anything!”

“You’re so annoying,” you fume. You catch sight of the cashier looking uncomfortable with the tension between you and Max and figure the situation needs to deescalate. “Okay. Fine. Whatever, just get something reasonable. Put that back.”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘reasonable,’” he says teasingly, clearly trying to push your buttons.

“Just get a standard condom box.”

“What is a standard co—”

“Get the ones you normally use,” you say, realizing the words after they leave your mouth.

The cashier coughs.

Shrugging, Max grabs the familiar box off the shelf and tosses it, emptying both your baskets right after. His face is amused when he turns and you see him again, but you’re both wordless while the payment goes through and you exit together. The car ride back to the hotel is quiet, stuffy, and tense, your arms crossed over your chest and Max’s occupied with both of the plastic bags.

“I’m surprised you remember what condoms I use.” He says with a smug smile when you’re both in the elevator. He’s parked his car on the basement floor, so you need to get to the lobby. You watch the lights signify what floor you’re on, waiting desperately for the ground floor button to glow yellow.

Still annoyed, you humor him despite yourself. “Why’s that?”

It dings yellow right as he responds. “You’re always begging for me to cum inside you, anyway.”

The doors open but neither of you move. Max watches you grow flustered and take a deep breath. “You’re a sicko,” you declare, walking out. He follows you with a laugh, knowing he’s right.

You meet the group outside the lobby, where they’re already piling onto a yacht, big enough for everyone. It’s ridiculously huge and expensive-looking, bobbing softly by the dark water. Charles emerges from the upper tier and waves to you and Max with a goofy grin.

After you help spread and deposit the groceries on the table, you walk around, finally detaching yourself from Max’s side. Eventually drinks ebb around the group, shots and crude cocktails that are fed to you like water. Buzzed with warmth and courage, you move to the back of the boat where there’s a ladder to swim, grunting when you find Max already there.

You clench your cocktail. “What’re you doing?”

“Preparing to swim, what’s it look like?”

“Oh.” You pause. “I didn’t know you could swim.”

You down the rest of your drink, leaning against the side of the boat and watching as he sheds his shirt and jumps into the ocean. Some of the water splashes onto you, and it’s cold, sending goosebumps throughout your body. He surfaces, hair darkened from being wet and smile dopey. A few strands of hair stick up.

“Wanna join?”

“Over my dead body,” you say, taking a seat and dripping your legs instead.

“The water’s nice.”

“It’s frigid,” you counter. “You should be wearing a snowsuit, dumbass.”

“How mean,” he says, diving underneath and surfacing again. “You’re too chicken, is all.”

Emboldened, by the buzz of alcohol maybe, the music, or—most likely of all—Max’s teasing, you nod. “Chicken?”

You get up, legs dripping, and pull your shorts down, tugging your tiny tank top off right after. You’re left in your bathing suit, and watch as Max’s eyes lock onto your tits, spilling out of your bikini top. His gaze is slow on you, like it’s his first time seeing you like this.

You step onto the cool ladder to avoid jumping, your back turned to Max’s as you feel more and more of your body submerge into the freezing water. You turn, taking a seat on one of the rungs. Max swims toward you, wiping a hand over his face.

“Not a chicken. But I’m not going any lower,” you say firmly, in the water from the waist down. “It’s too cold.”

“I’m fine having you like this,” he says lowly, his voice thick with desire. He cages you in, two big hands on either side of the ladder. For leverage, your legs wrap around him. You’re so close together. After days, weeks, of resisting.

You release a shaky breath, staring at him, his shoulders, his hands.

“How’s your vacation been?” He asks, lips near your ear.

“Fine,” you say. “Fun.”

“Bring anyone to your room?” You shake your head; he persists. “So you’ve had no luck there, then?”

“None at all,” you say blatantly.

“S’that why you’ve been…” A hand leaves the ladder to squeeze your thigh. “Moaning my name while fucking yourself?”

Your eyes widen, blinking, undeniably caught. You open your mouth to formulate a defense but you can’t. “What are you talking about?”

“Aw, don’t be shy, schatz. You were the one who kept insisting we swear off sex, but I think you’re starting to miss me.”

He presses two fingers to the crotch of your bottoms, rubbing softly. It’s enough to let you whimper. “Max—”

“You keep prancing around in tiny bikinis, skirts, tops. Is it on purpose, hmm? I can’t stop thinking about claiming you. On my bed, my balcony, over any surface.”

He quickens his fingers, and you whine. It feels so good, reminiscent of how wicked he is in bed. You picture it—being bent over the side of the boat, his hands big on your waist, cock sliding in and out of you.

“Feels s’good, Max,” you breathe.

“Does it?” He asks, egging you on. You nod, gripping his wrist—your hand’s still circled around it when he yanks it away.

“But remember what you told me? Before the break?”

“I—fuck,” you mutter, frustrated. “Please.”

“They were your words, not mine, schatz,” he says, easygoing as he dives back underwater, leaving you alone and sexually frustrated. You curse lowly. It’s going to be a long rest-of-the-week.

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gxthicwxrm · 2 years

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Hi! Hope you’re doing well! If requests are opened: fake dating fic with eddie munson where he wants to impress/make Chrissy jealous— and he later realizes that he actually likes reader?

Fake Dating- Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warning: smut, angst with happy ending, cursing, fem reader, making out, dirty talk

Summary: Eddie and reader are fake dating to make Chrissy Jealous, but real feelings come out and threaten their relationship.

Word Count: 3,313 words.

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It all started with a guitar pick. You've been watching Eddie from the background since you were kids. Before finding his friends and D&D club, he sat at a table far in the corner of the crowded cafeteria. You found your spot at that table on your first day, the mid-second semester in the fall. He was the only person who attempted to be nice to you.

He'd ask about your books or sketches, and you'd ask about his tapes. Gleefully, He'd dance in his seat while plopping his headphones over his ears, heavy metal music blasting through the speakers. Over time you found songs you enjoyed and just before he left for his D&D fanboys, he made a mixtape of all the songs you liked for you. That was the day you knew you had fallen for Eddie Munson.

After he found his group, he stopped talking to you. First, he waved at you in the halls when you passed each other, both avoiding eye contact, faces heated. Then, you didn't even get a glance from him. It hurt, but you tried to move by burying yourself in homework and extra credit, maxing out your library card every two weeks, and studying harder and more often—anything to relieve your thoughts of Eddie.

It took you three months to make your heart stop caving in every time you saw a glimpse of brown curls around the corner or his signature vest. Walking past Eddie, you wouldn't flinch away or cower, no longer dodging his class route. That was until he started meeting Chrissy behind the bleachers. Truly, you believed that he and Chrissy had started to see each other but one day you walked into the bathroom and overheard her practicing what she would say to Eddie.

"Hello, Eddie, right? I was gonna ask about some……weed? Would weed even fix this shit? Ugh, I can't do this!" She angrily mutters to herself as you wash your hands, quickly leaving, wiping your wet hands on your flannel. That was when you decided you were happy for Eddie and wished him the best, even if it wasn't you.

Sometimes, you caught him looking at you and your heart tugged for a split second to him, begging you to tell him how you felt about the rocker but you knew it was never going to be. You weren't on his radar, you never were.

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It was third period, English, and the class was about over. Mrs. Landon was wrapping up her lecture as the students packed our bags. The bell rings loudly above us as it signals the end of the school day, and cheers can be heard as students rush into the halls and out the doors. Needing to drop off some overdue library books, you head to the library to drop them into the library bin. Pushing past your peers, you reach the drop-off bin, pushing the flap open and shoving your stack of books into the opening, a soft thud signals they've reached the bottom basket.

Satisfied, you turn back down the hall to make way to student parking, but to do that you need to pass Eddie's Hellfire room. Typically, he and the boys would already be well into their campaign by now, but uncertainty made you hesitate at the top of the hall. Begrudgingly, you start to drag your feet down the hall, ready to lay in your comfortable bed and listen to your favorite records.

Passing the club, loud cheers vibrated out into the empty hallway. Rushing down the hallway, your foot slides on something, knocking your feet from under you causing you to land on your ass. With a yelp, you let yourself lay there for a moment. What the fuck? You ask yourself while starting to sit upwards, looking at what made your trip. A silver chain with a black guitar pick. Instantly knowing who it belonged to, you grab it as you stand up and turn back towards the door. As you start to step forward, the door swings open.

"Yeah guys I just need to find my guitar pick! It can't be far." Eddie barrels out of the room, looking back at the boys that sat at the table inside. Stunned, you stand there unsure of what to do next except silently holding the necklace out to him. Turning around, he's startled when he sees you, jumping subtly.

"Oh, hey…..Oh! You found my necklace! Wow, thank you so much, gorgeous." Eddie takes the necklace, happily putting it back on as you short circuit at the name he used.

Gorgeous.

Just like old times. Hating how your heart was beating out of your chest, you try to push the nickname away, brushing it off as nothing but an old habit. He probably calls her that now.

"Y-you're welcome! I kinda fell over it." You awkwardly chuckle, brushing out your shirt to avoid those piercing brown eyes.

"What? Are you okay? Do you need to see the nurse?" His question makes you look up to see his brows furrowed, face twisted with genuine worry as his hands rest over your shoulders, lighting a fire you thought you put out, indefinitely. Shaking your head, you shrug him off, much to his dislike as he scoffs, pulling his hands away.

"I'm fine, Eds. I am." You say, firmly. Reluctantly, Eddie nods before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you something. It's a really big favor and is a lot to ask, but you are the only one I trust to ask this. You can definitely say no, I would never make you do anything you didn't want-"

"Eddie, get to the point. I have to go to work." You wanted more than anything to stay and talk with him, but he wasn't yours to talk to. You could never have him the way you wanted, so why torture yourself?

Hurt shadows over his features before he shrugs it away.

"I was hoping you'd pretend to be my girlfriend for a week or two. Just until I can get Chrissy jealous to see if she does like me." He rushes out, scared you'd cut him off and say no.

What The Fuck? Staring at him, you stay silent, trying to process the words he said.

" You want to make Chrissy jealous? Why aren't you two already dating?" You ask. He shakes his head quickly. Heart pounding in your ears.

"No, we met up for a deal, and then she gave me her number and we just started to hang out for a while. Will you do this for me? Please?" Eddie's voice is filled with sincerity as he pleads with you, lip pouting. To your surprise, you find yourself looking into those pretty eyes and melting.

"Yes, Eddie. I will." You sigh. That was the day that everything went downhill.

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It started with hanging out with him in his van or at his trailer before Chrissy would get there then you'd hug him goodbye, leaving as they did their deal and hanging out. Quickly, you two became close again, he started to drive with you to school in the mornings and evenings. He'd invite you to his lunch table and club meetings. It warmed your heart but it didn't erase the fact that every time you remembered Chrissy you'd leave with a sick feeling in your stomach, feeling dirty and wrong. But you loved Eddie way more than you would ever admit and you tried to fight it for so long but you couldn't anymore.

You were sitting on Eddie's bed, wrapped up in his blanket as he tried to find something.

"Eds, what are you doing?" You giggle as he zooms around the room.

"I got something for you and I'm trying to find it. I left it here..somewhere…there it is!!" He picks the items up, putting them behind him as he turns to face you, smiling. "Found it!" He slowly crawls onto the bed as you rest on the edge. He sits on his knees in front Of you, his scent washing over you.

"What is it?" You look up at him as you both maintain eye contact, him hovering over you as you lean closer. Suddenly his arms whip out from around him, holding a beautifully polished copy of Jane Eyre, your favorite book.

"Ta da!" He exclaims as you stare in shock, jaw slack.

"I can't believe you got it for me. Oh my god, I could kiss you, right now! Oh, it probably cost so much, you didn't have to, babe." The name slips out before you could catch it causing his brown eyes to fly to your worried ones as you two sit in tense silence as something was unleashed in the two of you.

"Do you…do you like it?" He whispers, leaning closer to you as you start to fall backwards on his bed. His hands find your thighs while one moves to rest beside your head, holding him above you as you lay flat against his pillows, dropping the book beside you two, falling to the floor.

"I love it." You say, not just meaning the book but the spark that was ignited between you two as you kept staring at his full lips.

"Good." He smiles down at you, necklace dangling in front of you, the necklace sends a reminder of how you two got where you are, but instead of feeling the usual shame, you push it away and enjoy the feeling of Eddie's body against yours. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he leans in, connecting your lips. A moan breaks out of you causing him to grip your sides, slipping a moan of his own out. Your legs intertwine with his as he grinds down on you, your tongues swirling together.

Kissing Eddie isn't what you expect, it was better. His lips meld with yours perfectly as his hands roamed your body. Grabbing your thighs, he makes you wrap your legs around his waist as your clothed cores grind against each other. His lips move from your lips to down your neck, leaving small love bites down your skin, covering your collar bones in hickies.

"Eddie," you moan. "Oh, Eddie!" His fingers slide under your waistband of your shorts and ghosts over your panties, circling over your clip.

"Is this alright, princess?" He asks, voice gentle but husk with lust as he waits for approval.

"Yes, yes, please more." Pathetically, you beg and whimper under him as he smirks down at you.

"Okay. Okay. No need to beg, baby. I've got you, babygirl." He groans as you move your hand down his chest to grip his hard on through his boxers. His hips buck into your hand when he suddenly pulls away from you.

Scared he's changed his mind, you look up at him to see him ripping off his shirt before his hands grip your shorts, pulling them off of yours slowly. Helping him, you pull your shirt off of you, sitting up. Throwing your shirt to the side, you begin to leave a kiss across his tattooed chest.

"Can I take your bra off, baby? Is that okay?" He asks, hands hovering behind you.

"Yes…," you pause. "You can do whatever you want to me, Eddie. I am yours." You say those three words in replace of the ones you so desperately wish you could say. But he is only yours at this moment, not forever. Growling, Eddie unclips your bra and hooks his finger on your underwear line and yanks them off of you, leaving you bare in front of him.

"Oh God, princess. You are so much more perfect than I ever imagined. You're so beautiful!" He admires you as he pulls his own underwear down, exposing his length. Starstruck, you let your eyes fall over his naked body as you soak in every inch of never seen skin. In this moment, you pretend he is yours as much as you are his and let yourself have him. Gently, he gets back onto you as your hands roam his body while you litter hickies all over his chest and neck. Wrapping yourself around him, he lines himself up, kissing your neck and jaw before hesitating.

"Are you sure this is what you want? It all kinda happened suddenly and I don't wan-

"Eddie, I want you to fuck me. I've been wanting you to fuck m-" He doesn't let you finish the sentence as he pushes into you. Thrusting hard, you scream as you adjust to his size before you start to meet his hips with yours, grinding on his cock. A heat starts to build in your abdomen as his cock brushes against your soft spot, a whimper leaving your lips as you throw your head back, eyes rolling.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good. So much better than I dreamed of. Fuck." He moans, pumping into you, his words push you over the edge as you tighten on his cock, cummings around him.

"Fuck, Eds. You're so fucking big. Oh, God!" You scream out as he continues to thrust into you at a rapid speed. Grunting and moaning above you, you gawk at Eddie's face as it twists in ecstasy when you roll your hips up to make him hit deeper.

"Fuck." He says as he pulls out and kisses you deeply. "Turn around, baby." His voice is deep and vibrates to your core. Obliging, you get on all fours, arching your back and pushing your ass against his cock, feeling his tip tease your clothes.

"Damn, your ass is so fucking-," His hand smacks down on the soft flesh with a crisp whack. "- Oh, so fucking beautiful." His cock slips back into you, hitting deeper and harder than before when you feel yourself get pushed to the edge, ready to cum a second time.

"Eddie, please. I'm gonna cum. Please." You beg for him to do something, anything to make you cum. Immediately, his hand slithering around your throat as he pulls your back to his chest as he relentlessly pounds into you at a bruising pace.

"Are you gonna come on this cock, again? Huh? You gonna be my dirty slut and cum on this cock. Go ahead, baby. Cum all over me." His words push you as you scream out, pressure releases as you cum, squirt dripping down the two of you as you feel his body go rigid above you before warmth shoots into you, coating your walls with his seed.

"Oh you feel so good." He cups your face, turning you as his lips meet yours, pumping into you two more times before you both fall beside each other. The room was filled with bliss until the inevitable awkwardness floated in. You just had sex with Eddie Munson and ge doesn't even want you. You feel disgusted with yourself as you look overnat Eddie's blissed out expression. Needing to leave, you shuffled to start finding your clothes and started to get dressed. Pulling on your underwear and shirt, you move to gather your shorts and bag.

"Hey, what's wrong? Babe, are you okay?" Eddie says as he gets up, moving towards you after pulling on his boxers. He tries to put his arms around you, but you move away which he ignores and comes closer again.

"Eddie, I'm fine. I have to go." You say trying to pass him but he just holds your shoulders, pulling you in. "You don't need to say anything. I get it."

"What? What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" He questions, trying to look at you but you twist away, avoiding his gaze. "Please, let me fix whatever it is."

"Why? Eddie, you got what you wanted. It's okay. Chrissy will be jealous when she finds out." You push past him and he grabs your wrist before pushing you against his bedroom wall.

"I didn't do that for Chrissy. I didn't even don't for you." He says as you twist your head in confusion.

"Then, why did you do it? Why would you kiss me? Why?"

"Seriously, you don't know?" He throws his arms out. "I fucking like you, Y/N."

"No. No you don't. You like Chrissy, not me. Don't be mean." He moves to you, grabbing your hands in his, begging you.

"Y/N, stop. I-I love you. I'm sorry It took me so long to realize how much I wanted you. But I want you so bad it hurts. I thought Chrissy would help me see if you had any feelings for me but you just got so distant that I thought you didn't until I saw you and all my feelings I tried to hide started to drown me. I dropped my necklace in the hall as an excuse to leave the meeting..because I was going to try to find you before you went home."

"Well, why did you ask me to make Chrissy jealous if you want me?" You ask, your heart pounding at his confession.

"I panicked. I thought you'd see through it and tell me to fuck off. I never thought it would work but I was so happy to have you back in my life. I was scared that if I told you the truth, you'd leave again." His hands hold your face as he leans his forehead against yours. Shaking your head, you let yourself believe him and lean into him wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I wish you would've told me. I wouldn't have ran. I've had feelings for you ever since you made me that mixtape…I just didn't think you felt the same." You mutter as his nose brushes against yours.

"I should've told you. I am so sorry that I didn't and that I messed this all up. But, I am now. I am here, telling you that I fucking love you. Please let me have the chance to make this up to you. Please baby, be mine?" He pleads with you, confessing something you never thought would be possible.

"I love you too, Eddie. Like I said earlier, I am all yours." You whisper against his lips before connecting them. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you against him and holds you to his chest.

You never thought things would lead up to you being with Eddie. It was something that seemed impossible for you, but you find yourself making out with him in his bed, his heart in your hands as yours is in his. The world couldn't be anymore perfect

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four

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Chapter Twenty-Five

Nancy burst through the door and ran straight into the living room where Eddie was sitting on the floor. He was happily playing with Holly, Tews, and Mayhem. It looked like they were having a tea party. Mayhem didn't look too amused that there wasn't anything in her cup. She looked at Holly. Come on, woman, food! Nancy smiled for a moment until the image of Eddie killing Steve popped into her head, and her smile fell. Eddie looked up and grinned, but it fell as quickly as it appeared when he saw the expression on her face. He stood up.

"What happened?" Eddie asked, and everyone's eyes were on her.

Nancy let out sob and threw herself into his arms. Eddie held her into his arms and caressed the back of her head. Steve came up behind her and placed a hand on her lower back. Out the corner of her eye, she saw her mother throw herself into Ted's arms.

"What the hell happened?" Ted asked.

"He's here. Vecna. He was in that house, but he was on the other side, the Upside Down. The bastard went after Nancy. He cursed her," Karen said.

"What?!" Ted exclaimed.

"No," Nancy said, pulling away from Eddie's arms. "He didn't curse me."

"It sure as hell looked like he had," Steve said, his face pale.

"He was trying to send me a message to send El a message," Nancy said. "I'm not sure what it was. He didn't get to finish. He's going to try and reach out to me again. We're going to have to let him."

"Nope! Nope! Absolutely not!" Eddie exclaimed, looking sick.

"He's not going to kill me," Nancy said. "At least not yet."

"What makes you think that?" Max asked.

"Because I think in some weird twisted way, he's in love with me," Nancy said.

"What?!" Eddie and Steve shrieked.

"Well, I mean, I don't think this man or whatever he is is capable of it," Nancy said. "Enamored is probably the most accurate word. Anyway, we have to know what his plan is, so yes, we have to let him make contact when the time comes again."

"Isn't there another way?" Karen asked.

"I'm sorry, but it has to happen. We have to know what his plans are," Nancy said. "He already showed me a glimpse."

"And what if he's lying to you?" Lucas asked.

"He could be, but I don't think so. He thrives of other's pain. He enjoys it. And what he showed me. . . " Nancy sobbed and pressed a hand to her lips. "Four gates opening up across Hawkins until they meet in the middle to form one giant super gate. Four gates. Four chimes. Four victims."

Everyone in the room went silent as they let the information sink in.

"Holy shit," Dustin cursed. "He's creating a psychic connection with his victims to open a gate into our world. Chrissy, Fred, Patrick. . .and now. . ."

"Me, one more to go, and he opens the supergate," Max said, trembling.

"Is it possible. . . ," Nora started to say and bit her lip. "Is it possible that whoever or whatever is doing this is originally from here and is trying to get back home?"

"Shit, that's very likely," Dustin said.

"He did say he had a message for El. Maybe it's someone from the lab," Max said.

"Like another experiment?" Lucas asked, and Max nodded. "Shit."

"Okay, if we're are going to kill this fucker, how are we going to open a gate to get there?" Eddie asked. "I only see visions."

"If he's using his victims to get into our world, then it's possible that the gates are opened right where they died," Dustin said. "Which means there's a gate opened at the Bensons, at the Byers, and now at my house. We have to check it out."

"Look, I know you want to go right now, but it's late, and I'm sure you're all tired," Karen said.

"Look, Holly's fallen asleep in her tea set," Ted said.

Sure enough, Holly had curled up amongst the cups with the cats on either side while she snoozed away.

"Shit. I forgot Holly was in here," Karen said and went to pick her up, which caused her to stir. "Come on, sweetheart."

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Are we all going to die?" Holly asked.

A cold feeling washed over Nancy like someone had just poured water all over her. Everyone in the room looked at Holly. It was quite a startling thing for a little girl to say.

"Not today, sweetheart, go back to sleep," Karen said, her face pale.

"Okay," Holly said and buried her face in her mother's neck as she carried her upstairs.

"Fuck!" Eddie exclaimed and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I highly doubt anyone is going to get any sleep tonight," Steve said. "I mean, except for Holly."

"And highly doubt anyone is going to want to be separated from each other," Ted sighed. "Everyone is welcome to stay here."

"Well, that means a lot coming from you, Ted," Dustin said sarcastically.

"Watch your tone, son," Ted said, without any real heat.

Sue and Charles took the guest room. Lucas, Max, Erica, and Dustin took Mike's room. Robin was happy to share the living room with her parents. Nancy, Steve, and Eddie would be sleeping in her old room. Lily and Agent Stinson would be taking shifts to watch over them. Before Nancy moved to follow her boyfriends, Max stopped her.

"Nancy, would it still be okay if I joined your little sessions?" Max asked.

"Of course, you were always welcome," Nancy said.

"What do you guys do there anyway?" Max asked.

"Well, sometimes we talk, sometimes we just sit there and enjoy each other's company. It's whatever we decide on. Sometimes, we scream, and sometimes, we break things. We go to the junkyard for that. A lot of times, it's just us venting, and we talk about what we write in our journals," Nancy said. "We even talk about our most darkest thoughts, and there's no judgment. We just make sure that we're not alone. Oh! And we also do drawing and coloring nights!"

Max stared at her thoughtfully, her arms crossed.

"You break things, huh?" Max asked, and Nancy laughed. "Can my mom come?"

"Sure, Max."

"Thanks, Nancy, goodnight," Max said and hugged her quickly before running off.

Steve was right, though. Everyone had a restful time getting to sleep. It was Dustin who had woken up first. Nancy woke up at three in the morning to find him standing in the room with his hands over his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Nancy hissed.

"Well, I wasn't sure if you guys were, you know, canoodling or not," Dustin said.

"We aren't, and we're all dressed," Nancy sighed, and he took his hands off his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I - " he started to say when Eddie's head popped up.

"Dustin, buddy? Did you have a nightmare? I think we might be able to make room," Eddie yawned sleepily.

"Okay, one, I actually did have a nightmare. Two, I am not five years old, and you guys are not my parents!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Rude. I would never tell you that you're not my parent," Eddie said and laid his head on Steve’s back, continuing to sleep completely on top of him.

Mayhem meowed and slithered out from under the blankets before jumping into Dustin's unsuspecting arms.

"We have to check out my house," Dustin said.

Of course, that was when Steve woke up. He flipped around, shuffling Eddie until he was lying on his chest.

"What's going on?" Steve mumbled sleepily.

"Dusty had a nightmare," Eddie said. "He wants to sleep with us."

"I do not - !"

"Aww, Dusty," Steve said. "Well, I think if Nance squeezes in here, then we can get you in."

"He could probably squeeze in at the foot of the bed," Eddie said.

"I do not want to sleep with my parents!" Dustin hissed.

"Hmm. I thought you said we weren't your parents," Eddie said, and Dustin slapped a hand to his face.

"It was a slip of the tongue!" Dustin whisper yelled.

"Okay, this could go on forever," Nancy said in amusement. "What were you saying about checking out your house?"

"We need to make absolutely sure that there's a gate at my house before my mom comes home from the hospital and gets accidentally sucked into the Upside Down," Dustin said.

Eddie rubbed his eyes and rolled off Steve, sitting up.

"Is that what the dream was about?" Eddie asked. "Your mom got pulled in?"

"By a demogorgon," Dustin said softly.

Nancy watched with a fond smile as Eddie rolled out of bed and pulled Dustin into a hug.

"Hey, man, Claudia's going to be okay," Eddie said. "Wayne's with her, and he'll make sure that nothing will happen to her."

"But if you really need to know, then we'll go," Steve said as he climbed out of bed.

"Eddie?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah?"

"Are you wearing one of Nancy's nightgown?" Dustin asked.

"It's soooo soft."

"And so pink."

Once Dustin left the room, they quickly got dressed and walked downstairs. Dustin and Robin were waiting for them along with Mayhem.

"No, Mayhem, you can't go with us," Nancy said, and she meowed loudly. "You stay here and protect Tews."

Mayhem meowed loudly, flicked her tail, and left the room.

"Okay, you ready?" Steve asked.

"Shit, I forgot my backpack. It's got my radio in it," Dustin said and walked up the stairs before quickly coming back downstairs. "It feels a little heavier than usual. No matter, let's go."

They walked to the door and were about to leave when they heard Karen calling out for her daughter.

"Mom, go back to bed," Nancy said. "We're going to check on Dustin's house. We'll be back."

"I'm going with you," Karen said. "Let me get dressed."

"No, mom, stay here. Holly needs you too," Nancy said, and Karen bit her lip before nodding. "Alright, let's go."

"Hold up, I'm going with you if you're going to insist on leaving the house," Lily said as she came out of the kitchen. "I'll keep an eye out for them, Karen."

"Thanks, Lily," Karen said and squeezed her arm.

Nancy opened her mouth, but she didn't see a point in arguing, and she shut it quickly. The five of them quickly climbed into Steve’s car and started driving towards Dustin's house with Lily following in her own car. It was still quite dark out, which made Nancy all the more nervous. Dustin was right, though. They did need to make sure that Claudia didn't go home if there was a reason not to. When they pulled up to the house, it was already obvious. There was a red glowing light coming from the lawn. Nancy knew it was stupid that they even got out of the car. They already got their confirmation. And yet, they just had to get a closer look. There was a wide gaping hole in the middle of the Hendersons' yard, and it was covered in vines with a glowing red light in the middle. It was now where near as big as the gate that the others had described.

"Okay, it's not as big as the one we saw in Starcourt. Less mama gate and more snack size," Steve said.

"This is where Patrick died," Nancy said, and she licked her lip, suddenly aware of the wound she had received here.

"Okay. We saw it. We checked it out, and now we're going to go back to leave a message for the other two not to come here. Get back in the car," Lily said quickly. "Now!"

Steve suddenly turned toward them, his hands on his hips. One hand was curled around his bat.

"Okay, so now - "

Suddenly, a vine wrapped around his ankle and started pulling him into the gate. Nancy grabbed onto him, letting go of her shotgun and screaming as it started pulling them both in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mayhem burst out of Dustin's bag. Eddie picked up Steve’s bat, jumping in after them with Dustin and Mayhem hot on his tail. She vaguely heard Lily cursing before following them as well.

"Goddamnit!"

Chapter Twenty-Six

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Hi I just found your blog and I love it so much! Can you please do 10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” & 60. “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.” with Trevor please?

Thanks nonnie! Here you go.

The boys invited you over for a bbq even though Trevor claims Jamie has no idea what he’s doing with the grill. As an intern for the Ducks media team, you’re around the guys every day but you’d do anything that Trevor asked of you.

You can feel his eyes on you as you visit with Dani and Alexa but every time you look over at him to make eye contact he looks away. More than once, you notice Jamie and Mason chirping Trevor for it.

“I’m starting to think he’s never going to make a move.” Troy says as he joins your girl group and sits next to Dani.

“Who?” You question as Max comes over to sit with Alexa.

“Trevor of course,” Dani laughs. “He’s been watching you all day.”

“He never shuts up about you.” Max shakes his head.

Your stomach flips as you turn your head to look at Trevor again. He’s standing with Mason and Jamie at the grill but you can tell that he was just looking at you.

You’ve had a crush on Trevor since the moment you met but you never gave much thought to how flirty he was with you, he’s like that with everyone.

“Go talk to him,” Dani encourages you.

You bite your lip before downing the rest of your drink, giving yourself a little liquid courage before getting up and walking over to Trevor.

The three boys are laughing about something as you approach but they quickly stop as Trevor makes eye contact with you.

“Hey y/n.” He smiles at you as you stand in front of him nervously playing with your fingers.

“Hey, Trev. Can you come inside with me for a moment?”

“Ooo.” Jamie and Mason make kissy faces at Trevor behind your back causing him to flip them off.

“Of course, c’mon.” Trevor leads you into the house.

You follow him into the kitchen where he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “What’s up?”

You decide to get straight to the point. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I-what?” He stutters, completely surprised by your words.

“Why haven’t you made a move yet?” You ask as you step closer to him.

He uncrosses his arms and clears his throat. “I’ve tried, y/n. You make me so nervous. I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

You continue moving toward him until your bodies touch and his hands automatically go to your hips. Not allowing time to second guess yourself, you stand on your tip toes and kiss him.

His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you closer and you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down so you can deepen the kiss.

“We could’ve been doing that this whole time?” He questions when you break apart, resting his forehead on yours.

“I guess we have some time to make up for.” You laugh.

He goes in for another kiss, and you feel yourself getting lost in him. He groans as you nip at his bottom lip and you force yourself to pull away.

“Trevor our friends are outside.” You tell him as he places kisses down your jawline.

“And?” He prompts.

“And we should probably re-join them.” You step out of his hold but take his hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Making out with you seems a lot more fun to me.” He tells you as you lead him back outside.

As soon as you both step into the backyard holding hands, all of his teammates cheer, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“It’s about time!” Troy shouts.

You even notice Jamie handing Mason money which was definitely for a bet the two of them had to see who would make the first move.

#trevor zegras x reader #blurb #my writing #trevor zegras blurb

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lowaltitude · 1 year

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Assertive (3) | Billy Hargrove

Passive, as told from Billy’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- Passive. Reader’s POV

- Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

- x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ‘

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 5.2k words

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Y/N had started avoiding me more than normal, and to counter her sneaky little attempts to get away from me I was taking matters into my own hands.

It became habit to wait by her locker at the end of the day, almost giddy with excitement that i’d get to see her again. Much like a dog waiting at the door for his owner to come home. Max and I waited together at my car in the mornings for her, somehow Y/N had made us get along. She was common ground, someone we both liked. Although I now was starting to wonder if I thought of her in a different way than I intended to.

Max told me it was strange how I was acting, and people had started to notice that I was distracted. They hopefully didn’t know I was distracted by a girl, though.

But I know they had noticed my lack of dates recently, and I’d even had to ‘talk’ to a few guys when they noticed Y/N. Commenting on her laugh, her smile, her body, they didn’t deserve to be around her while I had to work for it. I’d heard Carol tell them it was just because she was doing my assignments and I wanted her focused, but she didn’t know anything. I’d actually studied since meeting Y/N, and it wasn’t torture, it gave me something we could talk about even if it was mundane.

The girl sighed beside me as she wrote in her notebook, making me look at her in admiration. Moving my seat slightly closer to her, I made just enough contact so that she wouldn’t think it was intentional. I wanted to be… nonchalant, casual as I approached these new and unnerving feelings.

Originally, all I had wanted was to make Y/N admit she didn’t hate me so that I could continue with my life, but she had become something of an obsession.

I couldn’t understand why exactly it was her that I wanted, she was beautiful sure, but I wasn’t usually interested in putting in effort.

There were a list of things I wanted to do with her that I didn’t know I wanted to do, like how on Saturday we’d watched a movie together. And of course, there was a list of things I wanted to do with her that I’d done a few of times before.

It would be different though.

My eyes hadn’t moved away from her, she tapped her fingers on the table and I let my mind wander. Two pictures playing in my head; one of her nails digging into my skin as she said- Screamed- my name and the other how nicely her hand fit with mine. It was contradictory.

Clearing my throat I looked back at my book and watched from the corner of my eye as she glanced at me “What is an Allele?”

Scrunching my nose, I read the first word I saw on the page. Y/N laughed and I felt like I was going to melt, she had laughed at something I said, not a fake laugh at a pick up line but a melody of real laughter.

Looking at her, our eyes met and I wanted her to tell me that she was just as confused as I was. That her head was a million different thoughts but all of them lead back to one simple thing; Me.

“It’s a heredity gene” I raised an eyebrow at her “You get two alleles for each gene, one from your mum and one from your dad, it can determine things like your hair or eye colour”

I nodded slightly but still didn’t understand completely. I had contextual clues but I wanted to hear her voice “… What?”

“You have blue eyes, so either one or both of your parents alleles must have a dominant blue eyed gene.”

I sighed, she’d noticed. I tapped my finger on the page and tried not to smile like an idiot. “You like my eyes?”

“I didn’t say that” Someone sounds a bit defensive.

“But you noticed they were blue”

“Because you’re always staring at me like you’re going to, I don’t know, murder me. You practically kidnap me every morning and afternoon now”

I couldn’t hold back my smile much as it only grew. Kidnap. Don’t girls all want a knight in shining armour, a prince with a carriage, to come and sweep them off their feet and ride off into the sunset?

Or did I have to physically pick her off the ground and carry her to my car for that clause to be valid?

“You’re so defensive.” I laughed “It’s alright Y/N, I know how pretty I am. I know how irresistible I can be” I put my arms up, flexing and trying to show her I was in peak physical fitness. I hadn’t seen her looking at anyone so I didn’t know if she had a ‘type’. Did she like jocks or not.

She smiled for a split second before I looked back at her, watching as she shook her head in fake disapproval and went back to writing. Rolling my eyes, I stopped flexing and put my arms back on the table.

Using my arm to nudge her and waiting for her to meet my eye line again. “By the way, you have to wait for me after class”

“Why?”

“Just please wait at your locker, okay?” She didn’t respond, only looked back at her work and I hoped for the best. She could easily just leave, and probably run into Max on the way. The idea of them having fun together without me made me angry. I wasn’t annoyed she was close with my brat step-sister, I was annoyed Max had gained her trust faster than I had without even thinking about it.

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Coach blabbered on about his plans for the basketball game today, nothing he said being of use to our team since his plays never worked, and my eyes wandered to the clock above the lockers. I began to tap my foot, ignoring that Steve Harrington was staring me down.

I felt my nerves bubbling inside me, wondering if Y/N would just leave. Could the coach just shut up already so I can go and find her?

As the bell rang, Coach ended his dull speech and left us to our own free will to prepare for the game. I happily bounced up and grabbed my jacket, pulling it over my uniform and hastily running my hands through my hair.

“Where you off you?” Jason, one of the jerks on the team asked. That wasn’t really any of his business. Jason fucking Carver, bible thumping narcissistic ass-wipe.

Ignoring him, I almost sprinted down the emptying hallways towards Y/N’s locker. It was the most unexplainable warm feeling when I spotted her leaned against her locker. Arms folded across her stomach, hair fallen in front of her eyes.

“You’re still here!” I smiled as I got closer to her.

She looked at me, seemingly unimpressed. “You’re my ride home” She knew perfectly well that she could have caught the bus, or even walked, but she waited.

“You don’t have plans today, do you?”

“Um” She paused briefly, and it felt like all the air had been forced out of my lungs. Did she have something happening tonight, a date? “No…?”

I chose to ignore the fact that her answer sounded more like a question, instead focusing on the fact that she didn’t have plans, and was therefore free to spend time with me. Being my good luck charm for the basketball game, or at least being some kind of eye candy for me to stare at.

“Good. Come on” I took her hand in mine and started walking, letting her follow behind me. She couldn’t see my face, allowing me to grin like an idiot.

My heart was practically pounding in my throat, i felt sick but it didn’t bother me. I swiped my thumb across the back of her hand, taking in every moment that it felt like we were unable to be torn apart.

Coming to a stop, I reluctantly relaxed her hand and held the door to the gym open. Y/N glanced down at her hand for a few seconds before looking up at me and meeting my gaze.

“What?” Her voice was soft, face slowly starting to turn red.

“I have a basketball game” She stood, staring at me blankly. I was tempted to close the gap between us now, but there were so many thoughts running through my head. “You’re here for support”

“I don’t like school sporting events, sorry”

She didn’t need to like basketball, she was blushing and looked sad that I had let go of her hand. “But you definitely like me now, so you should go sit in the seat I saved you”

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The game was going rather well, and every change I got I would look over at Y/N. There was something about know she was watching, and the little look on her face where I could tell she didn’t actually know what was going on, that made me get goosebumps.

“Billy!” Steve shouted, enforcing the unspoken rule we shared that we’d pause the petty rivalry and be somewhat civil during actual basketball games. He passed the ball as soon as we made eye contact, everyone on the court was blocked and as I saw the timer I knew there wasn’t enough time to start dribbling.

There wasn’t anything else I could do. Taking a deep breath, I jumped and the buzzer went off just as I felt the ball lose contact with my fingers. My feet hit the ground and I held my breathe, watching as it approached the hoop in what felt like slow motion.

I could feel every bead of sweat dripping down me, and with a perfect swish; the ball went in. Straight through the net, adding 2 points to the score and breaking the tie between the teams.

Cheers erupted from the surrounding people, and I didn’t even think before I acted. Letting my feet carry me towards where Y/N was standing and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, burring my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet perfect scent.

I lifted Y/N’s feet off the ground and spun in a circle with ease, wanting to hold her forever. I wasn’t sure i’d ever understand the feelings I had, but I think all pf this meant that I wanted Y/N to be mine. Not in a ‘I own you’ way, but in a ‘we belong to each other’ way.

Putting her back on the ground carefully, I moved my hands quickly so I could put my hands either side of her face and lock her eyes with mine.

Her lips parted as she took a sharp breath and I felt her eyes pouring into my soul, if it wasn’t for the sight of the boys in my peripheral vision I probably never would have realised they were calling my name.

I could choose to ignore them, instead burry my hands in Y/N’s hair and press my body against hers take in every part of her being and share a pure, vulnerable kiss like no other. Jesus christ, what the fuck has she done to me. She’s turned me into someone so… needy. And she hadn’t even touched me. Yet, might I add.

Looking over my shoulder shoulder I shot a glare at a few of the boys and they quickly averted their gazes before I looked back at Y/N. My hands still cupping her face, and I slowly removed them before whispered as I smiled down at her.

“I’ll be back” I panted, slightly out of breath still.

She mindlessly nodded and I had to step back before I did something crazy, like pick her up again and lay on the bleachers just so I could hold her on top of me. I made my way back to the team, briefly celebrating with them before we began towards the locker rooms.

“Didn’t think you’d run in circles for some girl” Tommy patted my back, eying Y/N in a way that made me feel physically ill.

“Shut up, Tommy” Steve sighed, taking the words right out of my mouth. Tommy huffed and went into the locker rooms, and I followed Steve’s eye-line to Y/N. I balled my fists at my sides, almost ready to swing at him.

Every girl in this town, possibly this state, seemed willing to destroy all their pre-existing relationships for a chance to be with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. And Y/N and I weren’t exactly any sort of relationship, so there was nothing stopping her from being with Steve right now.

“Y/N Y/L/N” Steve said softly, and I clenched my jaw.

“Yeah?”

“Good for you, Billy.” Steve looked back to me and I furrowed my eyebrows. “She’s pretty cool, you’re lucky.”

I stared at him, my mouth slightly ajar. “Huh?” I said quietly

“She seems good for you”

Steve was continuing to be nice even after the game had finished. He was offering an olive branch. Y/N had created sufferable moments between Max and I, and now she was bringing me and Steve together. Perhaps I fell and hit my head 3 weeks ago and Y/N was a comatose dream I was having.

“Thank you” I replied, still unsure where Steve and I now stood. He nodded tightly, holding the locker room door open for me.

Glancing at Y/N once more, I made a choice to nod back at Steve and drop my glare. Entering the locker rooms and moving quickly. Wanting to shower as fast as possible as to avoid my teammates and get out it Y/N faster. The soap didn’t lather, and the water was ice cold, but nothing was going to ruin my mood. I was deciding if I’d take Y/N home, but maybe she wouldn’t invite me inside, and then we’d not get to do something together. Or perhaps her family would be home and they’d disapprove of me, kick me out, stop us from ‘hanging out’, I didn’t exactly have a good run with people in general.

My stomach gurgled and I realised how hungry I had gotten, it was a little later than 5 so maybe she was hungry too. If we went for dinner was that too formal, did it make it a date? I don’t think I’d mind that to be honest.

I harshly rubbed a towel on my hair, and ignored any of the guys trying to start a conversation as I dug through my locker to get my clothes on. My body was still a little wet, making my shirt stick to my skin and feel slightly uncomfortable. But nothing seemed more uncomfortable than telling the people on my basketball team that I was rushing outside just for a girl.

“Later” I shouted, not caring for their responses. Y/N was outside, looking up at the sky as she patiently waited leaned against the passenger door of my car. I stoked a hand through my hair in a poor attempt to make it look decent, realising that I hadn’t done my usual routine because I was too excited just to get out here. I lifted my arm and sniffed myself, a disgusting choice that I’m hoping she didn’t see, I smelt like the school’s little bars of soap and whatever toiletries we had in the gym showers. Not good, but better than the stench of sweat.

“Y/N” I called her name as i got closer to the car, shifting my bag to my other hand so I could get my keys out of my pocket.

She smiled, and I thought back to when we first met in Biology and she didn’t even want to look at me. Now she was, hopefully, just as devoted to me as I felt for her.

Even if she wasn’t, I felt content with waiting for her. She’d fall for me eventually.

“Hi” She looked around for something curiously “No after party?”

I laughed under my breath, unlocking the car “What do you mean? You’re my after party” I’d skip 100 parties to chase after her, i’d skipped so many things since meeting her and I had actually realised I didn’t even enjoy them. I enjoyed being around her, her presence was something that made me genuinely undeniably happy.

As I sat in the drivers seat, I watched Y/N squirm in the passenger seat. She’d always gotten in the back and let Max take the front. I could be bold and pretty much outright express that I ‘liked’ her by putting my hand on her thigh as we drove, just act like it was no big deal even if I was screaming inside.

Putting my hand behind her seat, I looked out the rear window as I reversed. Noticing her looking down at her lap and trying to hide her embarrassment. Did she like this? I wasn’t even doing anything other than driving.

I sighed as I drove out of the parking lot, turning the direction away from our houses “Are you hungry?”

“No” She lied, very obviously.

“Where do you want to eat?” I bit down on the inside of my cheek and drummed my hands on the wheel, waiting for her to answer.

She shrugged and looked out the window “There’s like 3 restaurants in Hawkins and they all sell the same things”

With the size of Hawkins, it didn’t take long to approach the edge of town. Some days I contemplated just driving back to California and never coming back, and every time I got close to doing so I’d see this little diner. I’d never tried it but now was as good a time as any, hopefully nobody from school would be here to bother us.

Yawning, I got out the car and waited so I could walk alongside her, and I thought about just holding her hand but I couldn’t find a reason. Did I need a reason other than wanting to?

I held open the glass door for her, and she entered the small establishment as people greeted us happily. Smiles on all of their faces, and I looked for an empty table.

Taking a seat at a booth, I sat down and waited. Wondering if she’d chose to sit beside me or across from me. She chose to sit across from me, it was hard to decipher if she wasn’t sitting next to me because she didn’t want to be close to me or if she was sitting across from me so we could look at each other.

I glanced at the menu and put it down, resting my elbows on the table and holding my head up so I could look at her. She was scrunching her nose as she read over the menu.

“What are you getting?” Y/N asked.

“Just a burger and fries.” I sighed, thinking about all those stupid television cliché diner dates “Maybe a milkshake”

“I’ll do that too” She beamer, placing her menu on mine and moving to stand.

“Where you going?”

“To… order at the counter?”

I get up and shake my head at the girl. “Stay, i’ll do it” She carefully sits back down as I go to the counter.

“Hello” The girl behind the cash register said, and I looked at her briefly. She twirled her hair around her finger and grinned at me, baring all her teeth.

“Just two burgers with fries, one milkshake” I paused. I didn’t ask Y/N what kind of milkshake she wanted so I had to take my best guess. “Strawberry”

“And…?” She encouraged

I raised an eyebrow at her “And? That’s all.”

“And… my number?” She forced out a laugh, her smile flattening but she continued to twirl her hair on her finger.

I blinked. Oh. I blinked again, unable to think of any response. Usually i’d just have her quickly and not even care, but I didn’t want her. I only wanted Y/N.

“I’m literally here with my girlfriend” I scoffed. Shocking myself with my own words. Girlfriend had come so naturally, I’d never had nor wanted a girlfriend before.

I wanted Y/N to be my girlfriend.

The girl awkwardly rushed to put my order through and allowing me to pay. I took two straws from the dispenser before running a hand though my still wet hair and going back towards the booth.

Y/N looked at me with wide eyes as I sat back down and I panicked that she’d heard what i’d called her, was she about to yell at me and tell me we weren’t even friends?

Someone came to the table very quickly, putting down the milkshake and scurrying away again. I grinned, putting both straws into the cup and moving it to the centre of the table.

“We’re not sharing” She said bluntly

“Why not?” That’s what couples did in movies. “It’s cute”

“I’m not interested in being ‘cute’ with you right now”

I felt my face heating up and tingling “But you are later?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth”

“I’m just saying what you’re thinking” I shrug and look up at a waiter as he puts down our plates. Either the service was incredibly fast or I was so wrapped up in staring at Y/N and trying to understand why I suddenly wanted a relationship.

Y/N scoffs and pulls one of the plates closer to herself. “You can’t read my thoughts”

“Sure, I can” I take a large bite and chew slowly so that I can watch her as she studies my face. The burger was pretty good. “You really want to kiss me, and you want to run your fingers through my hair.”

That’s what most girls wanted, and maybe implying that she wanted to would make her want to.

Y/N blinked slowly before rolling her eyes and picking up her own burger. “You have mustard on your nose, hot shot”

Hot shot. I moved my hand, wiping the back of it over the tip of my nose and looking down at it. A small smear of yellow. Fuck.

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I smirked as I put my last fry into my mouth “You’re staring at me”

“What? No. I’m staring at that lady’s giant hair” She frowned. She was lying again. I turned around, hoping to catch her out but there actually was a woman with huge hair. I turned back to face Y/N and an idea quickly appeared in my head.

I jumped out of my seat and moved to sit beside her, my thigh touching her thigh and putting an arm on the back of the booth behind her shoulders, during my head down so that I could whisper in her ear.

“I dare you to throw a fry in her hair”

“No, that’s rude and stupid”

“Loser has to pay” I picked up a fry from her plate and take a sharp breath, flicking it and watching it land almost perfectly on the large poof of blonde hair “Didn’t even notice”

Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head for a second before picking up a fry and taking a deep slow breath. She threw the fry and it landed in the crook of her neck, making her turn to look at us. The girl beside me gasped and hurriedly looked down at the table.

I moved my hand, putting it to her cheek and turning her head so she was looking at me. Only a tiny gap of space between us as she looked into my eyes. I felt my breathing shallow and began to move forward but stopped when she spoke.

“I lost” She sighed, looking away.

I kept my hand on her cheek “You need to get better aim.”

She sighed and moved slightly, I dropped my hand but kept on looking at her, watching as she dug though her pockets.

“I have to pay” She says as I don’t dare move to let her out.

“I already did” I shrug, looking away and taking a fry from her plate. “Just wanted to see if you’d do it”

“Oh”

“What now, darling?” Something flashed in her eyes at the pet name but it wasn’t enough time to read it.

She stared at me with her lips parted “I don’t know”

Inhaling sharply, I swiftly moved out of the booth and held my hand out for her to take. She stared at it and I sighed “Take it”

“Do you wash your hands?”

“Y/N” I huff, putting my hands in my pockets and stepping back. Of course I wash my hands, couldn’t she see how desperate I was?

We walked in silence to the car, brushing my arm against hers any chance I got. Looking at her in admiration, trying to think of what else we could do to keep her from getting bored of me. She looks over at me and quickly looks away, biting her bottom lip as she looking at her feet.

“So how many girls do you bring out here to… you know” She tried to make conversation to hide that she’d been caught trying to look at me.

I know what she meant but I raised an eyebrow at her. “You know?”

“Woo”

“Did you actually just say ‘woo’?” I smirked, unlocking the car. She nodded and took a seat. “Well, wooing a girl usually means you’re trying to seek some sort of affection and create a relationship… So only one”

YOU. Please understand that I mean you!

I started the car and she twiddled her thumbs. “Where are we going?”

“Lover’s lake”

“Isn’t that for lovers” I grin at her and look back at the road ahead, trying not to burst out laughing a her mouth opens and closes quickly while she hesitates and furrows her eyebrows. “No, we are not together”

“At least, not yet” I didn’t mean to say that aloud, but when she didn’t object again I felt an overwhelming boost of confidence.

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After parking, I’d tried to get Y/N’s attention but she was deep in though. So I just sat with her silently, smiling softly as I watched her racking her brain. 20 minutes passed and she still hadn’t said anything, but occasionally she’d mouth a few words and i’d managed to catch my name more than once.

“Are you alright?” I asked “Do you need a doctor?”

She looked her balled fists and took a deep breath, letting go of the fabric of her pants. “I’m fine”

“You never been here?” I asked, hoping the answer was no. I’d been here before, unfortunately with a few girls that I no longer remembered.

“I have”

It felt like a slap in the face, of course someone had brought her here. They’d probably done all the things i’d been dreaming of with her before. I looked out the window and spun my key ring around my finger “Ex boyfriend or something?”

“No, it’s just one of the only nice places in Hawkins”

Humming in response, I pursed my lips. Had she dated anyone before, or would we be each others first relationships. That is, if she wants to date me.

She was so different that I had become worried I wasn’t good enough for her.

“Cool” Y/N said quietly, trying to fill the silence.

I climbed out of the car, looking at her and waiting for her to join me. She titled her head to the side as she looked at me through the windshield and I chuckled before making my way to the passenger side and opening the door for her.

She fake gasped and began to fan herself “Oh a gentleman”

“Truth or dare?” I asked stepping away from her and going towards the edge of the lake, hearing Y/N run to catch up with me.

“Dare” She said, sounding quite scared. I could dare her to kiss me but she’d probably fake gag and make a mini scene.

“I dare you, to jump in the lake.”

“Truth” She shook her head. Cheater, you can’t change your mind. But at least this meant I could get the answer I really wanted out of her.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Without hesitation, she looked at the lake and removed her jacket. Putting it against my chest so i’d take it from her before she removed her shoes and dove into the water. Her head bobbed up almost immediately, wet hair clinging to her forehead.

“Fuck, it’s cold” She groaned loudly.

“So you do want to kiss me” I smiled, taking a seat on the ground.

“What?”

“You jumped in the water to avoid the question. So obviously, you want to kiss me” She didn’t even think about it, but if she’d said no instantly I also would have believed she was lying and did actually want to kiss me.

She huffs, her lip quivering slightly. That water must have been like an ice bath. “No, the water is nice”

Nodding to myself, I put her jacket down beside me so she had somewhere to sit without having the dirt and leaves stick to her. “Get out of there”

Thankfully, she did as I asked which meant I didn’t have to dive in and pull her out just so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

She squeezed her hair, water dripping out of it before she did the same to her shirt, exposing part of her abdomen to me. I took a sharp breath, shifting on mt spot and sliding off my own jacket so I could do another classic movie cliche.

She sat beside me on her jacket and I draped mine over her shoulders, Y/N looking at me with her her lips parted slightly. I swallowed and looked back at the lake while she continued to look at me.

“Truth or dare?” Her voice was soft, it was like liquid gold flowing through my ears.

I was almost shaking, fear and excitement making my stomach do flips. “I dare myself—”

“You can’t dare yourself, it’s my turn” She frowned and I only laughed, looking at her again and speaking slowly.

“I dare myself… To kiss you, Y/N”

She froze, wide eyes and locked with mine. I couldn’t not kiss her now, I had to follow through with the dare. I snaked my arms around her waist and my breathing began to feel shallow again, like someone was pressing down on my lungs so I couldn’t take a full breath. But I had never felt so safe.

Y/N leaned into my touch and I swallowed the lump in my throat before finally kissing her. It was softly at first, but I couldn’t control myself for long and it slowly gained intensity, she clung to me. Her hands gripping into my t-shirt and making me feel like our hearts were beating in sync. Her lips were warm and soft, the most amazing sensation i’d ever felt and I never wanted this feeling to end. No matter how uneasy I felt, or how crazy Y/N had made me, I was always going to feel bereft without her.

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sadboyeddie · 1 year

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Is it possible if you could write a short story about how max’s water is out so she can’t take a shower before school so she calls you and she’s like can I shower at your house and you say yes ofc and on you guys way to school we pass by a corner store (to grabs some snacks before school) and Eddie is driving us because he’s our bf and Dustin is our brother and in the store you tell max if she wants anything while all of us are in there and she’s like I don’t have any money, and ur like don’t even worry about and you pay for her and max is like no you don’t have to because she doesn’t come from a wealthy family so taking advantage of people buying her stuff doesn’t seem right to her but you end up convincing her that it’s not a big deal and she gives in and she sees us as a older sister

Oooof okay it’s been a while but I’m back. Sorry about the delay

Its a little stiff so apologies in advance! I gotta get back into the groove!

Word Count: 1.3k

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You let out a small huff as you untangle yourself from Eddie’s octopus-like grip, gently moving his still slumbering form to the side as you take yourself out of his bedroom to answer the door, the quiet knocking not enough to wake the metal head.

A yawn escapes your lips as you open the door and your eyes land on your young friend and Eddie’s neighbour: Max.

She stands at the door mostly avoiding eye contact and kicking the porch with the toe of her shoe as she holds a small bag.

“Hey kid, what’s up?” You plaster on a warm smile as you rub the sleep from your eyes and wait for her to speak up, you know judging by the body language she needs something and you know she has difficulty asking for help so you wait patiently for her to gather her words.

“Um—“ she takes a breath and the next sentence out of her mouth is rushed, “my shower’s out could I use yours?”

You push down your glee at her referring to the shower as ‘yours’. You and Eddie don’t “technically” live together but you stay here enough that you basically do.

“F’course,” you step aside as she slowly walks in.

“Sorry for waking you,” she mumbles as she walks to the bathroom.

“No biggie,” you huff a small laugh, “it’s almost time to get up anyway,” you shrug.

As Max closes the door you head to the kitchen and turn on the kettle before making your way to the bedroom to wake up your precious sleeping beauty.

The sleeping beauty in question is now laying on his stomach with his face smooshed into the pillow and hair sticking to his cheeks because of the drool.

So elegant.

You smile and gently brush the hair from his face before kneeling down until you’re eye level with him.

“Babe,” you quietly mumble but to no response, “Edddiee…” you sing-song but still nothing, “hey!” you push his shoulder before you lean down and blow a big, wet, raspberry on his cheek.

With a groan he pushes your face away from his as he begins his ascent into consciousness.

“Max is in the shower and coffee will be on the counter when you’re ready.” You lean in and kiss his forehead before standing and grabbing some of your clothes out of his top drawer.

A muffled groan grabs your attention as you turn back to your boyfriend, “what was that?” You ask.

“Kiss,” his grumble is loud and demanding as he pouts his lips and turns his head to give you access.

Used to the behaviour you playfully roll your eyes before giving into his demand.

“Now get up,” you say sternly before leaving for the kitchen to make breakfast.

By the time Max has finished you’ve made a plate of toast, enough for all three of you to grab a few pieces.

“Have you eaten?” You ask the redhead as she enters the kitchen, already knowing the answer.

“…Yeah,” she nods as she sits at the counter but you fix her with a ‘look’ that has her changing her answer, “okay no, but I’m not really a breakfast person.”

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” the groggy voice of your boyfriend fills the kitchen as he makes a beeline for the mug you have waiting for him with hot coffee in it.

“I’m surprised you would think so,” Max loosens up a bit and smiles at the older man, you know she’d never admit it but after recent events she looks up to metal head, like an older brother she never had.

“I never used to be,” he admits, grabbing a piece of toast with peanut butter and taking a bite, “but after the missus gets on your case everyday you realise it’s not a battle worth fighting.” His words are muffled as he talks with his mouth full and you playfully nudge his shoulder but inside your stomach is doing flips at how domestic this all feels.

She nods as she gives in and reaches over to grab a piece with strawberry jam and you decide now would be the best time to grab a quick shower and change for the day — you hated showering after Eddie, he leaves his towels on the floor (he uses two — one for his body, one for his hair) and he somehow manages to get water over every inch of the floor. The bathroom becomes a hazard.

By the time everyone one is dressed, fed and ready to go it’s about half an hour before school starts but you still have to pick up Dustin.

Per the custody agreement that Eddie and Steve made up they would both alternate days when they would drive Dustin to and from school, and today just so happened to be your day.

Before Eddie starts the van he leans over and digs through the glove box until he finds what he was looking for: a mixtape.

“Here’s another one, Red,” Eddie turns and passes it to Max, who — despite the neutral expression on her face — gratefully accepts.

A few weeks ago they decided to do a music exchange and even though Eddie claimed he didn’t really like the music you’ve caught him singing some Pat Benatar and Cyndi Lauper a few times.

Before Eddie drops you off at work Dustin decides he wants some snacks before school to which Eddie happily agrees because he’s never one to turn down snacks.

As you step out of the van you miss the look of sadness that briefly crosses Max’s face and make your way into the gas station.

As Eddie and Dustin lead the way through the aisles picking up some of their favourites, Max hangs back and awkwardly trails behind.

You grab one or two things before you turn your attention to Max, who is trying to make herself look disinterested.

“What ones are you feeling, Maxwell?” You casually ask as you peruse the options.

Max smiles at the silly nickname but shrugs her shoulders, “I haven’t got any money.”

“That’s not what I asked,” you smile as you throw your arm around her shoulder, “I’m getting Pop Rocks and Nerds,” you continue to speak, “I know you like Runts and Skittles,” you grab the red bag of candy.

“It’s okay,” she tries to dismiss but you grab the Skittles, a bag of Runts and Gummy Bears before taking the items up to the checkout.

“Really,” Max follows you, all the while trying to convince you she doesn’t want them, “I don’t even like candy.”

You turn in your spot and look down at the girl before letting out a heavy sigh, “Max, I didn’t come from a well-to-do family either,” you start, “I know exactly what you’re feeling right now and I promise you that you’re nod a burden, nor are you taking advantage of me,” you put the candy on the shelf next to you so you can place a hand on her shoulder, “I offered because I genuinely like doing stuff for you, I never had any siblings and I always wanted a sister to spoil and I feel like in a way I now have one.” You take a deep breath and scrunch up your face with how awkward that sounded.

You’re brought back to the moment by a gentle tap on your ankle and you look down to see Max’s face slightly redder as she nervously kicks your leg.

“I kinda see you like a sister too,” her voice is barely a whisper and she’s avoiding eye contact but you feel warmth spread through your chest at her words.

Don’t. Cry.

Max will be so uncomfortable if you cry in public.

“Awww!” You huff a laugh, “you looove me!”

She rolls her eyes at your teasing tone before pushing past you with a quiet “shut up, no I don’t,” making sure to grab a pack of Hubbu Bubba on her way to the counter.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #my writing #max mayfield #dustin henderson #eddie munson x reader

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danielfuckingricciardo · 2 years

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That Sense of Passion and Anger (Part 4)

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Word Count - 3.3k

Content Warning - Swearing, Oral sex, alcohol mention, angst, sexism mention, Christian H*rner

Synopsis - After kissing Daniel, the reader finds herself in a new position with her closest friend, but is pulled back to business when called to a meeting with the PR team, Horner and Max.

Tag List - @vinvantae @ujisworld @heyitskay-21 @starjane312 @callmequeenbeee @thatonesexycancerian @dr3lover @compulsiveshit @fromthedeskofjoii @iamasimpingh0e

Author’s Note - Look at me posting two chapters in as many days! Anyway, it’s time for sexy times with Daniel and angst time with Max (again) whoopsie! This is also going to be the last chapter that is the same no matter which path you choose. I originally had only planned a Max ending, but I couldn’t stand to see Daniel left out so I’m going to write multiple endings, I have at least three and I’m toying with a fourth one too, so you can pick one or read them all! As always, I hope you enjoy this one!

Previously on ‘That Sense of Passion and Anger’… And that’s why, in that moment, as his fingers gently held your face, and the pad of his thumb wiped away the tears which breached your eyes and fell down your cheek, you kissed him.

It was only for a second, but you instantly felt all your worries disappear as your lips connected, almost as if Daniel was absorbing your fear, your stress, your anger. Somehow, despite nothing having actually changed in the shit show you called a life, you felt instantly better.

You pull away to see a look of complete shock and bewilderment on Daniel’s face. ‘Oh shit, did I just cock everything up?’ You can’t help but think to yourself.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I just…” You begin, failing to find the right words to say, settling instead for an awkward laugh as you play with the hem of your robe.

“It’s okay, I mean, you can do it again, if you want to, that is.” Daniel says, and your eyes shoot upwards to make contact with his.

“Would you like me to?” You ask, pushing a strand of still damp hair out of your eyes.

“Fuck it.” He mumbles, before claiming your lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, loving, romantic even. Nothing like the rough and passionate ones you had shared with Max in the days before. It was exactly what you needed.

“Whatever happens now, just promise me something?” You ask breathlessly and Daniel hums in response, “promise me our friendship will still be the same. You mean the absolute world to me and I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

“I promise, whatever we choose to do now, whether we order an obscene number of pancakes and watch trashy reality TV together, or we make sweet sweet love, our friendship won’t change one bit. You mean the world to me too.” Daniel responds, and you can’t help but smile at him. A proper, genuine smile. Not a smile made for the cameras, or PR guys, or any other fake nonsense. A real, happy smile.

“How about we do the second one, and then the first one afterwards?” You say as you stand from your position on the floor and throw yourself onto the bed, beckoning him with your index finger.

“Sounds like a plan,” Daniel responds, before jumping onto the bed beside you, gripping your sides and tickling you, a gleeful expression on his face.

“Ah, stop, you know I hate being tickled!” You exclaim from beneath him, struggling to hold back your fits of laughter.

“What’s the safe word?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at you.

“The safe word is, I’m gonna kick you in the bollocks if you don’t stop,” You respond in laughter.

“Ooh kinky!” He says, and you slap him playfully on the arm as he settles down beside you on the bed, “you know, that’s quite a mouthful for a safe word, I was thinking something more along the lines of pineapple? Or grapes? Something food themed, I don’t know I haven’t had breakfast yet it’s all I can think about.”

“So you’re thinking about breakfast instead of me? How rude!” You say, adjusting your position so that you’re on top of him, straddling his lap.

“I’m thinking that you would make a pretty delicious breakfast. How do you taste?” Daniel says, his hands on your thighs moving closer and closer to your pussy, already wet and aching for his touch.

“Why don’t you give it a try, hm?” You say, brushing your hand across his abs beneath his shirt.

Without warning, his hands grip your waist tightly, allowing him to swiftly reverse your positions so that you are lying beneath him on the bed. You giggle as his hands travel down your thighs, the sensation of his warm fingers on your skin electric. He positions himself between your open legs, running his hands up to push away your robe to reveal your already soaked panties, dipping his head down to lick a stripe up the wet fabric. The sensation was unreal, and you found yourself squirming under his touch, your hips bucking against his face to bring him closer.

“Desperate are we?” He teases, his lips still pressed against you allowing you to feel the vibration of every word.

“Don’t be a fucking tease,” You groan, arching your back off of the bed to bring yourself closer to him.

“Don’t you worry babe, all I care about is making you feel good,” Daniel responds, the vibrations of his voice driving you crazy.

Daniel tucks his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulls them down, leaving you bare besides your robe, which had at some point fallen undone, revealing your bare chest which had previously been hidden beneath.

“You sure?” He asks, raising his head to look across to you on the bed.

“Hm, make me feel good Dan,” you respond, and with that, he dips his head once again, caressing your wet, aching folds with his tongue.

Daniel’s grip on your things intensifies as he pulls you closer into his face, burying his mouth and nose in your pussy, eating you out like a starved animal. His nose presses against your clit as his tongue teases your hole, and you find yourself moaning sounds of encouragement, unable to even form words as you collapse into pure pleasure.

“Fuck, babe, you taste so good,” Daniel says, and you groan in response.

In that moment, all you could think about was him. All the shit that had happened with the photo, with Max, happened to someone else, not you. You existed only there, in that moment, to feel pleasure and nothing more, completely at the mercy of your closest friend and confidant as he fucks you with his mouth.

Daniel grazes your clit with his teeth and you are snapped out of your trance, your back arching at the sensation as his tongue toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck Daniel!” You exclaim in a breathy voice, the words slipping from your mouth before you can stop them. You feel him chuckle against you, your words only spurring him on as he continues to lick and suck every part of you.

You feel yourself edging closer and closer to your undoing as his lips suck your clit, his grip on one of your legs loosening as he slips a finger inside of you. The surprise sensation catches you off guard, and a pornographic moan falls from your lips. At that, he adds another finger, curling them both inside of you, driving you ever closer to orgasm.

“Fuck” You utter, your voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right, cum for me baby, let go,” Daniel speaks into you, and you reach your climax, tightening against his fingers as your orgasm rips through your body, a series of weak moans escaping your lips.

You feel your body go limp as you collapse onto the bed, a blissed out expression of pure ecstasy on your face. Daniel removes his fingers and throws himself down beside you on the bed, turning inwards to face you. You open your eyes and slowly roll over to face him, your faces practically touching as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” You whisper, a tired smirk appearing on your lips.

“Divine,” He responds, before pulling you into a tight hug.

You lay there for a while, his presence calming as you steady your breathing and come down from your orgasm.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Daniel asks, and you nod sheepishly.

You tell him about your dinner, the flirting, the mind blowing sex the night before, and the tender moments you and Max had shared that morning in the shower. Everything that had happened before your world went to shit.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I genuinely don’t know what to say. I’m just so fucking sorry.” He says, pulling your head into his neck as you sob, your body shaking as you cry.

All too soon, you are interrupted as your phone rings on the counter. Daniel removes his arms from your body and you immediately miss his touch as he jumps up from the bed and grabs your phone.

“It’s Horner, I think you should probably answer this one babe,” He says, passing you the phone.

“Yeah, I probably should. Time to face the music.” You sigh, inhaling deeply to rid your body of its tears, accepting the call and pressing the phone to your ear.

“(Y/N) where have you been? We’re having an emergency meeting with the PR team in five minutes, conference room B, get down here, now.” Christian says before immediately hanging up, a sense of exasperation in his voice.

You throw the phone onto the bed and sigh, fastening your robe once again before pulling your knees up to your chest in comfort.

“Meeting?” Daniel asks, perching beside you on the bed.

“Yeah, I should get ready. Fuck Dan I don’t wanna do this, I don’t want to get yelled at, or punished, or shamed, and God, I don’t wanna see Max again,” You say, resting your head back against the headboard, your eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe, but you’ll get through this, I promise you,” he says, resting his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I hope so, fuck, why did I have to complicate things? Why couldn’t we have just kept on hating each other?”

“Hey, he was the one who came to you that night, not the other way around. None of this is your fault, remember that. And Max, fuck, I don’t know. I just, I don’t think those were his words. I’m no Max expert, but I know him pretty well, and I don’t think he’s that much of an asshole that he’d do that to you.” Daniel says, his thumb gently stroking your exposed collar bone.

“Well, whatever happened, I’m fucking done. I’m gonna go down there, take my punishment, and try my fucking hardest to not punch Verstappen, or Horner, in the fucking jaw,” You say, suddenly jumping from your position on the bed to grab your discarded Red Bull polo and Jeans that were hanging on the back of a chair.

“That’s my girl,” Daniel says, chuckling as you retrieve your underwear from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.

The PR meeting was everything you had thought it would be. Those in charge of damage control had managed to convince the fans that your little dinner date with Max had been arranged by Horner to try and reconcile the two of you after your heated exchange that weekend. The photo had simply been taken at an unfortunate moment in which the two of you were simply joking around, despite many fan theories suggesting that you were actually trying to kick him in the bollocks, which, quite frankly, you were considering.

Max sat in the corner of the room as Horner yelled at you, not saying a word, looking like a sullen teenager who had just been sent to his room.

“What the fuck were you doing? He doesn’t need any distractions, and neither do you. This is your first and final warning, If you keep doing things like this, giving us a bad reputation, then you’ll be lucky to have a seat anywhere next season, never mind here.” Christian shouts, an emotionless look on your face hiding the true seething anger rising deep within you.

“And Max?” You ask, unable to hold back your curiosity as to why he was not also on the receiving end of a verbal beatdown as you were.

“I’m sorry?” Christian responds, circling your chair, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“It takes two to tango, as they say, he’s just as guilty as I am and yet I seem to be the only one getting this final warning.” You say, trying to control your volume, but every nerve in your body was on fire, desperate to let go and yell louder than you ever had before. Screw taking your punishment, if you were going out, you were going to go out fighting. Max glances up at you for the first time since you had entered the room, and you make eye contact with him, his expression cryptically hidden behind an emotionless straight face.

“Max has proved himself worthy of controversy, you, on the other hand, have not. We have dozens of talented drivers desperate for a seat, and right now you’re very replaceable.” Christian says, and you stand up from your seat, coming face to face with the older man.

“Bullshit,” You hear from the corner of the room, and you snap your head over to where Max is still sat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Max?” Christian says, and Max stands from his seat, walking over to the two of you. You glance around the room, watching at the various team members exchange anxious looks with one another, unsure of just what is about to go down.

“I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. (Y/N) has more than proved herself already this season, she can’t help that this one is her first. All we did was have dinner, right? What’s so controversial about that?” Max says, and you shoot him a fiery glance.

“I don’t need you to defend me Max, I’m done. If this is my first and last season I genuinely don’t give a fuck anymore. This place, this sport, is toxic. It’s rotten. It’s hard enough for anyone new, but I’m the only woman on the grid, I get enough shit as it is. Never mind all this frankly sexist speculation and media attention. And if my own team, and my teammate, are gonna treat me like shit then I don’t wanna be here anymore. I’m done.” You yell, your hands squeezed by your sides so tight your knuckles are white.

Christian and Max look at you in shock, and as you make your way to the door, you finally feel free, a sense of ease washes through your body.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare walk away from me,” Christian shouts, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re not my dad, leave me the fuck alone,” You shout, before disappearing through the door, slamming it behind you.

Maybe it was childish, like a teenager arguing with her parents because she got caught with a boy, but you didn’t care. Christian treated you like a child, someone he could control, and you were done, and perhaps free. He still had his golden boy, and that was all that mattered.

You sat at the hotel bar, sipping on your third scotch on the rocks, when you hear footsteps behind you. You feel a presence beside you, and turn your head to see Max sat beside you.

“I thought you wanted me to leave you the fuck alone, hm?” You say, before downing the rest of your drink.

“Forget that, okay. I’ve never seen anyone do that before. Stand up to Horner like that, I mean,” Max says, nodding to the bartender to pour two more drinks for the both of you.

“Well, I don’t wanna be here anymore, so I figured I may as well tell him what I really think while I still have the chance,” You say, looking down at your empty glass, unable to look Max in the eye.

“You were amazing,” He says, and you scoff.

“Sure, whatever, I know you like ‘em angry. Not gonna fuck you this time though, sorry,” You laugh.

“I- look, (Y/N), I need to apologise, again.” Max says awkwardly, and you snap your head over to face him.

“For what? For sharing such a sweet tender moment with me this morning, promising we’d get on better from now on, and try and be friends or whatever else, and then fifteen minutes later telling me you want me to stay the fuck away? Fuck off Max, really, do you think that’s something you can just apologise for? No, you made me feel like shit, worse than shit, worthless. Completely fucking worthless. If it wasn’t for Daniel scraping me up off the carpet who knows what kind of state I’d be in right now. I was obviously mistaken when I thought we actually had something that could have been good, just a dumb fucking idiot who tried to see the best in someone who had only shown me his very worst. Fuck that, and fuck you,” You spit, venom in your every word.

The bartender returns with two more drinks, and you swiftly down your in one before standing from the barstool and walking away.

“(Y/N), wait, please, just let me explain,” Max shouts after you, and you stop in your path, choosing not to turn around.

“I’m listening,” You say, tapping your foot against the marble floor to indicate your impatience.

“It was my dad. I got back to my room and checked my phone, I had like a million miscalls. I called him and he’d seen the photos and he was pissed. So fucking pissed. He got to me, I guess, and I just did what he wanted me to do without thinking. I wish I hadn’t, I really wish I’d have just thought. I’m the dumb fucking idiot, not you, because I just do whatever daddy tells me to without thinking about what I want. It’s you. I want you. Fuck my dad, fuck Horner, I want you, (Y/N) please, I’m sorry,” Max says, and you turn to face him.

For the first time since his earlier outburst, you found yourself not wanting to punch Max, which confused you. Sure, his explanation had made sense, as Daniel had said earlier, they weren’t his words, but his Father’s. But still, the way he had made you feel? You should still be angry, and yet, you weren’t. You wished it wasn’t true, but it was the only possible explanation - you wanted him too.

“I don’t understand how I feel right now Max, I need time to sort my head out. I just- I know I can’t do this now. I’m sorry,” You say, fighting back tears which threatened to escape your eyes.

“(Y/N)” He says, and he reaches forward to gently tap your hand with his own. Your white-knuckled fist drops at his touch, and you sigh.

“I need time, I’m sorry,” You say, before turning away once again to walk away.

“Is it Daniel? Are you and him- I don’t want to pry just- please, do I even have a chance?” Max asks, and you turn around to face him once again, walking right up to him so that your bodies are practically touching one another.

“When you abandoned me this morning, and left me crying on the floor, he held me close, wiped away my tears, and then…” You say, your voice barely audible to avoid the prying ears of strangers.

“I see” Max says, the dejection evident in his tone.

“But that doesn’t mean- I don’t know what it means, just, I need time, okay?” You say, before walking away once again, disappearing into the elevator. You make eye contact with Max as you turn to face the doors, and you could swear you saw tears pricking the corner of his eyes as he looks at you before the doors close.

#Daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #max verstappen x reader #Max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #Daniel ricciardo x reader x max verstappen #Daniel ricciardo x you x max verstappen

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bowiebond · 2 years

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MTF Billy Hargrove | Buckgrove/Robilly

“God, why is my future girlfriend, like, the prettiest girl ever?” Robin sighed dreamily as she watched Billie scan the aisles with Max, pushing her wheelchair along as she complained about the movie options her older sister was giving her. “It’s like…seriously not good for my heart, Steve.”

“I mean, I didn’t think she’d be your type, but sure. Billie’s pretty, I guess.” Steve shrugged as he flipped through the rentals. “I swear— the guy who rented Critter a month ago? Still late. I’m gonna write him a very strongly worded letter if he doesn’t come back this week.”

“Can we go back to the topic of how hot my future wife is?”

“Hot? We were talking about how pretty your delusional crush is. Hot is different.”

“It’s not delusional! It’s very possible!” Robin squawked. “And who cares, she’s both.”

“Hot means you wanna fuck her. Pretty means you wanna wrap her in your jacket and take her home for snuggles and hot cocoa.” Steve simplified and Robin frowned.

“Why can’t I have both? Wrap her in my jacket, take her home, snuggle her with some hot coca and then when it’s all gone I can—“

“No—“

“Sneak under the blanket and—“

“Robin, stop!”

“Touch her—“

“Ew!”

“Boobies!” Robin made grabby hands and Steve snorted.

“Boobies.”

“Boobies.” Robin smiled, finally getting it. “Billie likes boobies. Maybe. I think so.”

“Billie was a huge ladies man so—“

“Not a man!”

“Okay, not a man now, but she acted like one in the past!” Steve put his hands up in surrender. “She was a lady killer, okay?”

“Better.” Robin huffed out through her nose, turning back to rest her chin on her palm. “But what if she was like- double closeted? Like, what if when she realised she was a girl, she also realised she wants all the stuff normal girls want like…guys.”

“Don’t say it like you’re not normal. I mean, you’re weird and loud and annoying, all traits I find very loveable about you as my best friend, but you’re not abnormal cause you like girls, Robin.”

“I know that.” She grumbled softly, slightly touched regardless. Billie laughed at something Max said and Robin broke into a small, dopey smile. “She’s perfect.”

“She gave me a concussion once.”

“That’s hot.”

“Dude!”

“Dude.” Robin repeated slower, making steady eye contact. Steve matched it and eventually pursed his lips and nodded.

“It’s hot.”

“So hot.”

“She kicked my ass.” Steve sighed.

“So very hot.” Robin bit her lip as Billie bent down to grab a VHS off the bottom shelf, her tight jeans stretching over her ass. Robin turned to Steve to point it out only to see him already watching with appraisal. Robin smacked him hard in the arm.

“Ow!”

“Stop acting so gross to the love of my life!”

“She’s got a nice butt.” Steve spoke around a small pout, looking away.

“My butt. Eyes off.”

“I think I preferred when you were into Vickie.”

“Vickie is still finding herself and needed the space. We will always be friends, but we just aren’t compatible for a relationship right now.”

“But in future?” Robin turned to Steve with a serious expression.

“I marry Billie and we buy three cats named Marshmallow, Chocolate and Cracker. We call them the S’mores instead of our cats or kids. Also, we get a house together, something cozy but with enough room for two to four guests at a time. The kitchen is teal and the lounge room is red. We’re nicknamed the Christmas house because of it. Our neighbours love us for our classic wit and humour, but we have one neighbour who hates us because we go at it during his reading hour and lesbian sex goes a long time, hours in fact, so he’s not getting anything finished and we do not care because female pleasure will not be ignored. Also, we have motorcycle. She would rock it and I would drool as her passenger but never ride it because I’m a gay who can’t drive to save my life.”

“…You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” Steve crossed his arms, looking her over as Robin nodded solemnly.

“Night and day since I saw her in that white summer dress a week after she got out of the hospital.”

“Well…What do you think, Billie? Sound fun? The S’mores is my favourite part.” Steve smirked as he picked up the returns and walked off. Robin’s eyes widened comically as she slowly turned around to face the blonde who looked just as startled as her.

“Um…I like the part with the motorcycle. And, I like red. More into blue than teal. I can compromise though.” She rubbed the back of her neck with a shy, playful smile and Robin’s face burned.

“Mm. Mhm. That’s— b-blues nice. You look…good in blue. R-really good. I love you - in blue! I mean. Yeah. A- a motorcycle sounds…awesome.” She breathed the last word with a nervous laugh, sinking into herself. She wished the floor would crack open again and swallow her up this time around.

“Thank you?” Billie let out a soft laugh, seemingly caught off guard by Robin’s anxious rambling. She placed the two movies down on the counter, one Max’s choice and another Billie’s. Robin started scanning them.

Max rolled as close to the counter as she could get before clearing her throat.

“Billie hasn’t been on a real date in a long time—“

“Max!” Billie hissed, cheeks going red as her sister continued.

“And I think you should ask her on one. Since you already plan on marrying her. You have my blessing by the way; as long as you don’t hurt her heart. It’s delicate. Like a flower.”

“Oh my god, please stop talking.” Billie groaned loudly into her hands, her red ears giving away her embarrassment.

“You can count on me, little Red.” Robin saluted her and Max smirked, rolling off to round the corner and attempt to roll over Steve’s toes.

“Please ignore her. Seriously. You don’t gotta—“ Billie took her hands down from her face, lips pursed. “I don’t know if you’re straight or gay or bisexual but I don’t want to date you if you’re thinking of me as a guy—“

“I like girls.” Robin interjected quickly, maybe a tad too quickly, words coming out cluttered. “I— kiss girls. Exclusively. I like girls. I like…you. A lot. I’d like to kiss you. Eventually! Not now. We should, um, build up to that stuff, I definitely don’t have the experience to just- jump in and smoosh faces.” She laughed, abrupt and loud, and quickly stopped, humiliating herself. “Sorry, I’m being weird. I just— get nervous. Around pretty girls.”

Billie stared at her with wide eyes.

“I mean…I’m glad you think I’m pretty?” Billie broke to a wondrous smile and Robin melted a little inside.

“You’re super pretty! Pretty hot. Uh, both. I should stop talking.”

“If you stop talking, how will you ask me on a date?” Robins eyes bugged out of her head.

“You wanna— with me?” She pointed at herself in bewilderment, looking back as if there could be someone else she was asking.

“I don’t know. You haven’t asked yet.” Billie grinned and Robin grinned back, a tad shyer as she ducked her head.

“Would you…like to see a movie sometime?”

“Drive-In, home movie, or cinema?” Billie quirked a brow and Robin’s brain record scratched.

“Uh, I don’t have a car. So I’ve never seen a…Drive-In show.”

“Well now you gotta.” Billie smirked. “Lemme pick you up tomorrow, after your shift?”

“Yeah?” Robin bloomed like a flower at the invitation.

“Yeah.” Billie’s smirk dimmed into a soft smile. “I’ll wear blue. Since you like it so much.”

“You can wear any colour. I like all of them! You— you looked good. Not the colour. Um, if that makes sense.”

“It does.” Billie grinned, fishing out some cash from her wallet. She handed it over and Robin’s fingers brushed hers. The brunette almost swooned. God, she was down bad. “See you tomorrow, Buckley.”

“R-Robin’s fine. If you, uh, if you want.”

“Okay. Robin.” She purred and Robin managed to stay composed just long enough for Billy to leave her to grab Max before crouching down behind the counter and silently screaming into her hands, shaking them all about in excitement.

She had a date. A real, genuine one!

She was one step closer to making Billie Hargrove a Billie Buckley.

Score!

#billy hargrove #Robin buckley #mtf billy hargrove #buckgrove #robilly

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cahrlotah · 2 years

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

Hey bitch, I hope you like it! @eddiesdungeon

Word count: 1.9k

trigger warnings: cringey fluff, friends x lovers not really that much, accidental confession (?) No prove reading because i’m a lazy whore

Going back to my hometown after three years has made me feel some kind of way. Coming back to it where everything and everyone has changed but at the same time everything and everyone just stays the same. The people just have grown older while the buildings look a little bit worn down. Apart from all this Hawkins looked the same as it did three years ago, when my dad decided that it would be amazing for us to move out of state to New York city, just for better opportunities in life. But things didn’t work out as well as my dad had expected so now we are back in town.

The cold morning air enters my room sending shivers down my spine. It is mid October and the leaves are starting to fall down and some families have already started to decorate their front porches with Halloween decorations. I get ready quickly and go down stairs, where my parents are already waiting for me to have breakfast. We all eat in silence, my mum is mad at my dad so for the last couple of weeks she has been giving him the silent treatment.

When I open the front door cold air hits my face, provoking my cheeks to turn red. My body is filled with anxiety as going back to my old classmates is going to be weird, also having in mind I will have to see Eddie Munson again. My crush ever since I was seven and one of my closest friends, due to me moving away we have barely talked, after a few months we lost contact, so I’m definitely intrigued on what he is doing now.

The drive to Hawkins High is short, too short to even prepare myself to be the “new girl” at a small town high school. There are some people in the parking lot when I arrive, they all stare at me and start whispering, I try to ignore it. My way to the secretary’s office is just the scene from the parking lot but instead of ten people max now is almost the whole school. I walk as fast as I can trying to find my destination, when I crash into someone. We both fall to the floor. What a great start to a new school.

“Holy fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you” I help her pick her stuff up. When we finally make eye contact I can recognize one of my other friends, Chrissy Cunningham. Her look of surprise lets me know that she has recognized me.

“Oh my god! (Y/N)!” She hugs me tightly. “When did you come back into town?”

“Couple of days ago, I’ve been busy with all the moving in and emptying boxes and all that stuff” I say awkwardly as all her cheer friends are looking at us. `It was nice seeing you again but I really need to get to the secretary’s office and I don't know where it is, so I need to get going '' I rush to help her pick up the last papers that are laying on the floor.

“Let me take you there” she suggests as she locks her arm with mine. “Bye girls!” she says waving at the cheerleaders. Slowly we make our way through the empty halls as the empty. “Soooo” she starts “ how have you been, tell me everything about New york”. We both looked at each other.

“It was great, just too many people “ we both laugh. The secretary’s office is right next to a lab. “ I guess I will see you around?” I ask.

“ Sure! Come and sit with me during lunch today.” She sounds so excited and I Know I can’t say no to my old friend. She walks away, her ponytail moving from one side of her head to the other, in a couple of seconds she makes a turn disappearing from my sight. I knock on the door, a lady opens the door.

“You must be (Y/N) Murphy, right?”she questions, I nod my head. “ Here you go, your time table, your locker number and its combination. If you need more help please come here again and I will try to help you” she smiles at me, I thank her and look at the timetable, French in class 103, just down the hallway.

The morning classes go by super slowly, the only thing on my mind is to go home and sleep. When lunchtime comes, I try to find my locker just to find a group of boys in front of it, not allowing me to even open it.

“If you guys excuse me for a second I really need to use my locker” the all turn around, when I see the doe- eyed boy I’ve been missing for the last three years. “Eddie?” his gaze softens as he realizes who i am.

“Holy shit (Y/N)!” he wraps his arms around me, picking me up and spinning. “When did you come back?” he asks

“A couple of days ago. Sorry for not trying to contact you, I’ve been busy with all the “moving in” shit” I explain. We start chatting, not even caring about eating lunch.

“Do you want to meet up after class? You know to catch up and all that stuff” he asks scratching the back of his neck. “I mean you don't have to if you don't want to”

“ I would love it” I smile at him, but his friends start to complain that they need to do some meeting about a club they run. “ If you are busy I can wait until you finish” he nods and stats walking away

“I’ll be done around 6:30, is that okay with you?” I nod in agreement. He and his friends disappear, mixing in with the crowd of students. I leave some of the textbooks and notebooks in my locker and make my way towards the cafeteria. When I walk inside, Chrissy is waiting for me, we grab something to eat and start walking to where she would normally sit, a table full of basketball players and cheerleaders. After some introductions we all start talking about Halloween, what we are going to be , who is organizing the party and all that relates to it.

After lunch, the last two periods are fun but the time pases slowly. The last bell rings and Chrissy, literally forces me to go to her cheer practice giving me the excuse they need someone to fill up for a girl that has to go to the doctor. I insist that I don’t even know how to dance but she drags me by my arm, almost ripping it off. It doesn’t bother me that much, it is more of cringe that I fear the most, the failing.

The gym is spacious and full of light, cheerleaders are the only ones there. While the others warm up Chrissy and Amber teach me the routine. Some ass movement every now and then but not too scandalous. We spend the next two hours and a half rehearsing and just changing the choreography to make it look as good as possible. I look at the clock above one of the baskets seeing that it is almost six thirty. I excuse myself with the girls and run towards the parking lot. Just in time to see Eddie and his friends coming out from one of the doors. They are laughing, and walking towards their cars and bikes. The three that seem a little bit younger than Eddie leave the first in one old car that looks like it could break down at any time. The two youngest stay with Eddie chatting about something interesting. I slow my pace signing to the boys to act like they don’t see me, they play along and when I’m close enough to the black haired boy I cover his eyes, a smile forms in his face as he turns to look at me.

“Hi there m’lady” he bows. “Ready to spend the afternoon with me?” he says looking into my eyes.

“Hey you two, get a room. Eww” the curly haired boy exclaims.

“Dustin, shut it. I mean it” Eddie tries to be intimidating. The two young boys put their hands up, knowing that they can’t defeat Eddie.

“They are Mike and Dustin” he points at them “ the next additions of Hellfire club” he looks so cute when he talks about what he is proud of.

“Nice to meet you guys” I smile at them, then we start talking when out of the sudden Dustin looks at his watch and starts to freak out.

“Shit shit shit I need to go home I forgot I had to help my mom with my grandma” him and Mike go to unlock their bikes “ See you around (Y/N)” he shouts as they ride away leaving Eddie and I alone.

“ I was thinking we could go to the cinema, like the good old days” he says, and he looks nervous?

“I would love that Eddie” we make our way to Eddie’s van. “Umm Eddie can I ask you something?” he nods “ Why did you stop replying to my letters” I ask. He stops. “ I really don’t understand it and it really hurt me when you stopped replying '' the sadness in my voice is noticeable.

“ (Y/N) I-” he starts.

“Please don’t start with the excuses, just tell the truth. I think I deserve to know why.”

“ I started to think that you would eventually find some new friends and forget about me and I decided to be the one to make the first move just so I couldn’t get hurt by you forgetting about me”. Knowing Eddie, I know how hard it is for him to open up about his feelings.

“Eddie… Why would you think that? You are seriously my best friend. I could never replace you. Like for fucks sake you were my first crush ever, even when I was in New York I would still think about you and your stupid metal bands. And then when I saw you today, all those feelings just came back fuck Eddie, you still look amazing with those brown eyes of yours looking at me like I’m the only girl in the world” Fuck, did I just confess my feelings towards my best friend out of anger?! He looks surprised. “Shit fuck, forget I even said. I should have kept it to myself. Shit I just ruined our frienship fuck fuck fuck” I start to panic walking aroud in circles, he walks towards me, stops me by putting his ring filled hands on my shoulders, I stop locking my eyes with his. His gaze goes from my eyes to my lips and without me realizing he locks our lips together, his hands cupping my face. When he finally breaks the kiss he puts his forehead on mine.

“You didn’t ruin anything because I feel the same way you do.” he locks our hands together. “So, how about we rent some movies and go back to my trailer? You can spend the night if you want to” he asks.

“ That sounds amazing”, and with that, we both hop into his van driving away into the sunset.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #i am an eddie munson simp and im proud #stranger things #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie x fem!reader #best friend! eddie #eddie x f!reader #stranger things x reader

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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The Kings Punishment Part 3: A Bad Romance Three-Shot

Mini Series: The King's Punishment

Original Series: Bad Romance

Bad Romance One-Shots

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Paring this chapter: Riley x Liam x Max

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Purely gratuitous sex, some light bondage, there's a flogger involved. BDSM light.

Word Count: 4,709

A/N: Well, finally here is the third (and final) installment. Sorry it took me so long. This little endeavor is pretty much just pure smut, so don't read this if you're not into that.

My other stuff: Master List.

“So, what do you two have to say for yourselves?”

The men spoke at the same time,

“It was Liam’s fault!”

“It was Max’s fault!”

Riley lifted an eyebrow inquiringly, “Well, one of you is either lying or sorely mistaken.”

“Him!” They chorused together.

“Riley,” Liam was using his reasonable diplomat voice, “He provoked me into it, and I’m like ninety eight percent sure he did it on purpose.”

Riley turned toward Max, “That true, Max? Did you provoke him? On purpose?”

Max dropped his eyes to his lap and nodded.

“Max, look at me.” Riley commanded and he lifted his eyes compliantly to her face. Because Max was always compliant. Always submissive, always accommodating. Which is why the idea of him provoking Liam on purpose made no sense. “Why?” She asked him softly.

“Does it matter why?” Liam demanded.

“Shut up Liam.” Riley didn’t take her eyes off Max, “Ignore him, tell me why.”

“I don’t know…just…someone else started flirting with me and it’s not like we’ve defined our relationship or anything, so I flirted back a little just to see what would happen, then Liam got possessive, and I liked it so-“

“I understand.” She said tenderly before dropping a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Well, I don’t understand!” Liam hated how petulant he sounded, “He just admitted to provoking me on purpose and you’re still mad at me for it?”

“Yes, Liam, I am!” Riley whirled on him, “Because sometimes you can be so fucking clueless! I swear you have the emotional intelligence of a goddamned turkey sandwich!”

“Riley.” He tried for a firm tone of voice, the one that usually had her acquiescing to his every command. It wasn’t working this time though.

She drew herself up to her full height and made direct eye contact, her eyes snapping with fire as she replied, “Liam.”

The tone in her voice sent shivers cascading down his spine and suddenly he didn’t mind that she wasn’t letting him take control this time. He’d heard that tone before and it still both excited and terrified him. He’d seen her this deathly calm and commanding once before. He still had wet dreams about it. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated as she walked in a circle around him, “Do you ever want to have sex with me again?”

“Of course I do.” He whispered, afraid to move.

Her fingers glided gently through his hair, before sinking in with purpose and yanking his head back. He drew in a sharp breath as she brought her mouth to his ear, her exhales brushing gently across the shell as she asked him, “Do you remember that day in your study? On your desk?”

Of fucking course he remembered that day. It was burned into his synapses. And here she was with that same intensity, that same unreadable expression, that same sexual energy rolling off her. He swallowed, hard, then simply nodded.

“Mmmmm.” She ran her tongue lightly around the edge of his ear before nipping the lobe between her teeth. She bit down enough to make him wince, but not pull away. His dick was suddenly at full attention. “Now, are you going to be able to be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself or are you going to be bad, like you were that day when I had to keep reminding you?”

“I…..” His hands found their way to her hips, tugging her forward as his head bent towards her.

She pushed him away and slapped his hand, “That’s what I thought. I knew you were a bad boy, not capable of following directions.”

“Riley-“ He reached for her again and found both wrists encircled with a pair of handcuffs, he was surprised by the spark of anticipatory excitement that pinged through him at the sight, “What’s this?”

“This,” She tugged on them to make sure they were snug, but not overly tight, “is how we ensure you don’t get ahead of yourself, my bratty king.”

Liam lifted his arms experimentally, studying the shiny silver cuffs, the heft of the cool metal spilling adrenaline into his blood stream.

With Liam properly restrained, she turned her attention to Max. “I trust there’ll be no need for restraints on you?”

Max was already breathing heavy from watching Riley with Liam. He was all for being cuffed, spanked, pegged if that’s what she wanted. He was all about submitting to her will. He liked it, he craved it, he wanted it. But he was also acquainted with punishing Riley, the one that could bring him to the edge of orgasm, then deny it to him, over and over again until he was at the edge of insanity. “But you said you understood…”

“I do, sweet boy, I do. I understand exactly why you did what you did.” She said in a low, sultry voice as she walked a circle around him, moving closer with each step, “But your timing was very unfortunate, wasn’t it? You still need to be punished for what you did. You were told to wait for me, and you didn’t, did you?”

Max’s eyes dropped meekly to the floor, “No, mistress, I did not.”

“Don’t worry.” She told him as her fingers lightly trailed across the bulge in his pants before leaning in and letting her breath tickle across his ear as she whispered, “You’ll suffer least. But you will suffer.”

Max suppressed a groan of pleasure as a shiver of anticipation ran through him. All his hesitancy was gone, just like that, vanished in cloud of lust, “Make me suffer then. Do whatever you want with me. Please.”

“Oh, I will.” She purred.

“Fuck.” Liam was watching her with Max, his cock getting stiffer by the moment.

“Now both of you stand there and no touching yourselves.” She instructed as she peeled her clothes off to reveal the laced up the front leather corset underneath. Thigh high black silk stockings were attached to a satin garter belt.

Liam made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, “Don’t you think we’ve suffered enough? First you left us and spent last night with Drake, then you sent that selfie in that fucking red negligee, and now making us watch you undress without being able to touch you?”

“Oh, Liam, honey, sweetheart, no. You haven’t suffered enough yet. Besides, this is fun for me.” She gave him a wicked grin that set his heart racing and made his palms sweat.

She swayed her hips seductively as she crossed the floor to him, “Now hold still while I get you out of these clothes.”

Her fingers made their way down his chest, one button at a time, moving slowly, languidly, like she hadn’t a care in the world, like he wasn’t already rock hard and biting his own lip bloody in the effort to not touch her, not reach for her, not press his body forward.

With each flick of a button, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss into his skin. When she was done and the shirt hung completely open, she licked his ear and whispered, “Now I’m going to remove these cuffs long enough to get this shirt off of you then you are going to put your hands behind your back like a good boy and let me cuff you again. Do you understand?”

He drew in a long, slow breath as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His eyes fell shut as his breathing and heart rate spiked, all he could do was nod. She glanced back to ensure that Max was still following instructions. He was standing perfectly still, his eyes locked on her, fists clenched at his sides. She gave him an approving smile. “Max, baby, come here.”

He moved instantly to her side, his eyes searching hers, awaiting further instructions. He didn’t have to wait long. She palmed him through his pants as she held eye contact, “You’re already hard, aren’t you? You like watching me with Liam, don’t you? Are you a dirty boy, Max?”

“I’m your dirty boy, I like everything you do. If you’re going to fuck Liam, can I please watch?”

“We’ll see where the night goes. For now, I have a job for you. When I uncuff him, you’re going to hold his wrists to ensure he doesn’t touch either one of us. Can you do that?”

Max nodded, his hands itching to touch something, anything.

Riley unlocked the cuffs and slid them off, first one then the other, placing his hands into Max’s as she did so. Liam and Max stood inches apart staring into each other’s eyes, Max’s touch on Liam’s arms sending electricity sparking through both of them. She pushed the button down Armani powder blue shirt off his shoulders. “Let go of his left arm, Max.”

Max dropped his hand away and Riley pulled the shirt free of his left arm, “Now the right.”

Once Liam was shirtless, she pinned his arms behind his back and replaced the handcuffs. He did not resist. “Max, pull his pants down.”

Max’s hands flew to Liam’s crotch as he worked the fastenings of his belt and trousers then he paused, looking to Riley for clarification, “Just his pants? Or his underwear too?”

“Both.”

Max shoved the other man’s pants and underwear down until they tangled around his ankles.

“Sit.” Riley pointed to a chair. Liam backed up and sat down, his eyes flicking back and forth between Riley and Max. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted to touch more. Then Max was kneeling in front of him, removing his shoes, peeling off his pants and Liam couldn’t help but scoot forward in the chair, his body aching to thrust forward into his face.

“Max!” Liam panted, “Let me fuck your mouth.”

A flogger appeared in Riley’s hands seemingly from nowhere and struck him on the outer thigh, the leather tails, thin and stiff, shocking him as the sting of it sent thick tendrils of heat frissioning through him. His body pitched forward as a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and pain issued from his lips.

“Fuck! Riley! What the hell?” His words conveyed shock and displeasure, but his body told another story. He could still feel the fading sting, sharp little bites of pure bliss prickling along his skin.

“What did I tell you my bratty king? You’re supposed to be keeping your hands to yourself and so is Max, yet you give him a command to touch you, knowing how compliant he is, how submissive, how easily bent to your will. Why do you test me like this? What are you trying to prove?” She moved closer, placing a leg on either side of him, straddling him, but not lowering herself onto him. She smirked in satisfaction as he strained upward, using the palms of his hands to push up off the seat of the chair.

She stepped away from him, “Be still, Liam.”

She turned her attention back to Max, who had scooted away from Liam at the appearance of the flogger. “Stand up, Max, let’s get you undressed too.”

Max stood, “You want me to undress myself?”

“Yes. I think Liam and I would like to see a strip tease.” She moved close enough to run her hands across his chest, “Can you do that for us, my sweet boy?”

Max nodded slowly. She knew how it affected him when she called him her anything. Her sweet boy. Her little subby boy. Her boy toy. It made him crazy with desire. It made him want to bow down at her feet and give her anything she wanted, do anything she wanted. It triggered every submissive instinct he had. All he wanted to do was touch her, but he would wait for her to allow it. Nothing turned him on more than pleasing her. Except maybe pleasing Liam.

Riley watched as Max’s body started gyrating as his trembling fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt. Max could dance. Max could move his body in ways that pushed her towards the edge without a single touch. His body, as it moved, as the muscles rippled and undulated, was a work of art. She bit into her own lip to quell the urge to reach out and touch him.

Her eyes flicked over to Liam, who was clearly having the same reaction. His eyes were glued on Max, his lips slightly parted, his chest heaving with short, shallow breaths. A smile curved up at the corners of her lips. He was being so good. There was literally nothing keeping him in that chair but sheer will power.

Liam was more often sexually dominate, but he could switch. The fact that he was submitting to her now was a conscious choice. The fact that he chose to give her what she demanded was proof to her of his love. Their sex life was the physical manifestation of the push pull nature of their entire relationship, the power dynamic constantly shifting, the two of them testing and challenging each other.

When Max was naked, she summoned him over to her. She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into a kiss. His hands stayed clenched tightly at his side, she hadn’t countermanded her no touching order, so he did the thing she was allowing, leaning into that kiss, pouring all the passion swirling through his body into it.

When she pulled back, her fingers flew to her lips as she breathed out, “Damn.”

Max froze, not wanting to step away from her, but not willing to move closer until she told him to.

He didn’t have to wait long, “You can touch me now, Max. Help me get these clothes off, but go slow.”

He eagerly complied. Her clothes came off unhurriedly as he took full advantage of being allowed to touch her. He touched with his hands, with the tips of his fingers, with his mouth, and lips. His tongue traced scorching hot lines down her body.

Liam was ready to cry from frustration. If he couldn’t touch either one of them, he wanted to at least touch himself, but the handcuffs prevented that. He watched as Max sank to his knees in front of a now naked Riley. A quiet whimper broke free from Liam’s lips as he watched Max’s tongue lap greedily between her legs. He watched her hands sink into Max’s hair and her head fall back, eyes closing in pleasure.

Being able to watch but not participate was agony. Beautiful, exquisite agony. He couldn’t decide where to focus, his attention flickering between her face, flushed with ecstasy, and Max’s face as he devoured her.

“Oh God, Max!” Riley’s body curved over him as the orgasm tore through her.

Riley shoved him away, “Now go kiss Liam. I want him to taste me on you.”

Max pulled Liam up from the chair and drew him into a kiss. Liam melted into it, whimpering into his mouth.

Riley approached Liam from behind, one hand caressing his balls, causing his body to jerk and break the kiss as he groaned, “Riley, please, I’m so close already! I need to be inside one of you!”

“Not yet, love.” She crooned at him as she moved to his side and used her finger to swirl the precum around the head of his rock hard dick. Her eyes flicked over to Max to find him just as hard and ready.

“I have an idea.” Riley grinned at them, “Step closer to each other.”

As their bodies pressed together, Riley took both of them in her hand, pressing the undersides of their cocks against each other. Her hand started to move slowly up and down.

“Holy fuck!” Liam’s knees almost buckled out from under him. Her hand on one side of him and Max’s cock pressed up against the other was enough to send him spiraling toward the edge. Just when he could see the end, she stopped.

“Why?” He panted as he looked at her, his eyes confused, and lust filled.

Max was panting even harder than Liam. He was trembling as small whimpers spiraled out of him.

“Why?” She scoffed, “Because you’re being punished, remember?”

Liam squirmed as his arms twisted around, trying to find a way out of the cuffs, “This feels excessive. I’ve learned my lesson. Uncuff me my love. Please?”

Riley smirked, “I think it’s poetic. The punishment fits the crime perfectly. Your inability to keep your hands to yourself for five more minutes is what got you into this predicament, now isn’t it?”

“I told you he provoked me!”

“I’m aware.” She gave him a teasing grin before turning to Max, “How you doing there my sweet boy?”

Max looked at her with tears in his eyes, “Please, Riley, I’m so fucking close….”

She ran a hand through his hair, “Ok. Go lay down on the bed.”

Max complied as Riley sashayed over to Liam with the key in her hand, “I’m going to uncuff you and you’re going to help me with Max, ok?”

“Help you with Max? What about me? I can’t take much more, Riley, I need release!”

“Do you want to argue, or do you want to be uncuffed?”

He went completely still as he stared into her eyes for several moments before he acquiesced, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Nothing you won’t enjoy.” She told him. He could complain all he wanted. He was enjoying this little game. His raging hard on was proof of that.

Liam rubbed his wrists as he fought the urge to just grab her and throw her onto the bed. “What do you want me to do to Max?”

“Whatever you want, short of actually fucking him. You can touch him with your hands and mouth, but not your dick.”

Liam groaned as his head fell back, “You are a cruel mistress.”

She gave him a wicked grin, “And you like it.”

“I fucking love it!” He growled at her. He contemplated turning the tables on her, but Max did deserve release. He was so close it was painful, that was obvious from the way he lay on the bed, his body trembling, soft whimpers escaping him as his hands dug into the sheets.

Riley pulled out a vibrator as Liam’s lips touched the side of Max’s neck and started a trek downward. Max writhed under their touch as Liam’s tongue and teeth found his nipple and Riley’s finger toyed with the sensitive area between his balls and his hole. The sound of the vibrator clicking on caused his dick to throb even harder than it already was.

Liam’s tongue found his dick just as the vibrator slid into him. Liam licked and teased his tip as Riley expertly worked him with the toy. Max heard a ringing in his ears as Liam’s lips closed around him and the smooth, vibrating plastic hit his prostate. His awareness narrowed to the sensations they were causing, and he cried out both their names as he crashed over the edge, his hips bucking up, thrusting himself into Liam’s mouth as hot ribbons of cum spurted out of him.

Max dropped back onto the bed, his body beaded with sweat, the relief so overwhelming that it caused laughter to burble out as he lay there gasping and shuddering. “Oh my fucking god, that was amazing!”

Liam sat up and licked his lips in satisfaction.

“Did you just swallow that?” Riley asked.

Liam locked eyes with her as he licked his lips again and nodded.

Her pupils dilated, “Holy fucking shit! That’s hot!”

“Yeah?” He reached for her, “Want a taste?”

His lips crashed into hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. She wrapped both arms around him and deepened the kiss. His hands, finally free, traveled across her curves and glided down the expanse of smooth skin so his fingers could settle at her core.

Their lips and tongues continued their dance, entwining with each other as his fingers twirled at her wet, slick center. Her hand pulled savagely at his hair as he pushed her over the edge again. The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave as she rocked forward into his hand and cried out her pleasure into his mouth.

“Why on earth would you ever deny me the pleasure of touching you when you and I both know how much you like it?” He made eye contact with her as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked her off of them.

“Ok, then my kinky king. I suppose you’ve suffered enough.” She told him as she pushed him back so he was laying next to Max on the mattress.

He waited for her to straddle him then he hooked a leg around her and flipped her over so he was on top. He grabbed both her legs and placed a foot on each of his shoulders.

Riley was still tingling from the last orgasm as Liam entered her. She turned her head to look at her other lover. Max rolled onto to his side and grinned at her as his hand slipped down to play with her clit. Max’s fingers combined with Liam’s thrusts sent her hurtling over the precipice a third time. She reached for Max, digging her fingers into his shoulder as shudders tore through her body.

Liam wasn’t far behind her. He watched the ecstasy sweep across her face and felt her tighten around him. He called out her name as he buried himself in her. The damn burst open as he poured himself into her, pulse after pulse.

He dropped her legs from his shoulders so he could fall to the bed, collapsing on the other side of her. He drew deep, heaving breaths into his lungs. He felt like he’d just finished running a marathon. He turned his head to the side to look at her and blissful contentment washed through him. He was so happy, he felt giddy.

Max and Liam both scooted close to her, each laying their head on her chest, staring into each other’s eyes as she ran her fingers through their hair.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She teased.

“I guess if that’s punishment, I’m afraid a reward might kill me!” Liam laughed.

“That was fucking intense, is what it was.” Max said, “In the best possible way.”

Liam lifted his head to look at her, “You know we didn’t mean to forget about you last night-“

“Shhh, it’s ok, I know.” She soothed. “I was aggravated in the moment, but I do understand.”

“If you understand, why don’t you explain it to me?” Liam sat up, searching her face, then Max’s.

“Max? Do you want to tell him?” Riley asked unwilling to tell Max’s secrets without his permission.

Max propped up on an elbow and tugged at the corner of a pillowcase as he avoided Liam’s eyes, “I don’t know. I just wanted to see what would happen if I flirted with that guy.”

“But why?” Liam was still confused; his eyes went from Max to Riley as she sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

Max shrugged; his gaze still locked on the pillowcase. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you would care!”

“Of course I care! Why would you think I wouldn’t care?”

Riley sighed, “Liam. Max wants to know if this is just sex to you or if it’s something more. Right, Max?”

Max glanced up at her then over to Liam, then back to her. He nodded before dropping his eyes back to the pillowcase.

Liam felt shock course through him. His head swiveled quickly from Max to Riley then back again, “What? I thought that was obvious!”

Riley sighed again, “Liam, I love you but seriously, you are not good at this!”

“But…” Liam addressed his remarks to Max, “I told you this was about more than sex to me!”

Max lifted his head and made full eye contact with Liam, “How much more?”

Oh. Oh! Understanding flooded over him. He knew how he felt, but he’d been afraid to say it, afraid of upsetting the status quo. He was afraid Max didn’t feel the same way, afraid of how Riley would react. Sure, she was fine with him fucking Max, but that was different than having feelings for him, from loving him. But a quick glance at her face told him he’d been wrong.

Riley had been telling him that she was in love with more than one person for awhile now. He’d understood it on an intellectual level. He wasn’t naïve, he knew what polyamory was, he’d just never thought he could be in love with two people at the same time. But he could. He was.

“A lot more! I…I love you!” He blurted out before he could second guess himself.

“Really?” The expression on Max’s face was reminiscent of a kid on Christmas morning and Liam couldn’t help but smile back.

“Really.” Whatever small part of him had still believed Riley was full of shit and just using Max to torture him, whatever doubts he still harbored about all it, vanished as he watched her face light up with delight at his confession. He took her hand in his, “That makes you happy?”

“Yes! Now we’re really, really a throuple!” She threw an arm around each of them, drawing them into a group hug. Max bounced up onto his knees and leaned into it.

“All this drama over three little words.” Liam shook his head.

“It could have all been avoided if you just knew how to be honest about your feelings!” Riley chided him.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Max asked, “Then we would have missed out on the punishment sex, and that would be a damn shame because it was fucking amazing! Torturous, yes, but amazing!”

“He’s not wrong, love.” Liam told her.

“But why didn’t you just tell him how you felt?” Riley pushed.

Liam looked away, “I don’t know…maybe it was too soon….maybe it would push you away….”

“Push me away?” Riley asked incredulously, “You thought I’d be mad about it?”

“I mean…..you can be a bit…” Liam searched frantically for the right word to convey what he had been feeling without insulting her.

Max just jumped right in, “Possessive? Jealous? Off the charts crazy?”

“Max!” Riley hit him with a pillow, but she was laughing.

Liam shook his head, “How the hell does Max get away with that? If I’d said it, you’d probably be packing your shit and going back to Drake’s room.”

Riley didn’t have to think about the answer, “I know he’s joking. I mean, he’s not joking, it’s true, but he says it in a joking manner. I can’t explain it, Liam, but Max just doesn’t judge me. You do.”

“I don’t judge you, Riley. I’ve just been guilty of being possessive, jealous and maybe a little crazy myself.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “A little?”

Liam barked out an unexpected laugh, “Ok, maybe a lot! But I was right all along. We belong together. I just didn’t realize Max belong with us too.”

“All that time you spent seeing me as competition when we could have been doing this all along!” Max leaned across Riley’s naked body to capture Liam’s lips in heated kiss.

“Damn.” Liam sighed when Max pulled away, “You’re right. I’m an idiot.”

“But you’re our idiot.” Riley told him as she ran a hand affectionately through his hair, “And we love you. Don’t we, Max?”

“We do.” Max agreed, “Now can we get some dinner? I don’t know about you two, but I worked up an appetite!”

“Yeah,” Liam agreed, “I came so hard it hurt, but in a good way!”

“Same!” Max nodded his head vigorously.

“Ok, punishment time is over,” Riley smiled at them, “Who wants to take a shower with me before we eat?”

“Me!” Both men shouted.

They all three traipsed into the bathroom, touching, laughing, joking, tripping over each other and generally being in love. For tonight, at least, everything was right with the world.

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f1tyreslightmyfyre · 2 years

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The Serenity of Fulfillment - Ch. 1

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A Lestappen AU Fic: dark-hypnotherapist!Charles x driver!Max

Warnings: Explicit language; themes of control and vulnerability; borrowed, manipulated and misconstrued Max interview

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Caught a free night, so here we go! Full credit inspiration to this moodboard created by @karlmarxverstappen for this ficlet by @blorbocedes - thanks for y'all's support!

“A question for Max.” The journalist speaks into the press conference microphone. “I can only imagine the frustration and the emotions at the end of the race for you today. Can you just explain what happened between you and your opponent after the race? We saw your physical altercation in the parc fermé between the other driver and yourself. Did he do anything to antagonize you, and will you try to speak with him later when emotions have settled down?”

Max shakes his head, jaw tense. “We are all passionate about the sport, right? I mean, it would be odd if I had shaken his hand.”

“Can you tell us what happened?”

Again, Max grits his teeth, voice tight. “I was just trying to do my race, and suddenly a back-marker is… just taking a stupid risk to drive on the inside. What can I do about it? And to be taken out like that, and to get a stupid response from his side, as well – I was not happy about it.”

“Do you think that just one stop and go of ten seconds for your opponent is punishment enough?”

“I think at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter what penalty he gets. I already have the penalty of not winning the race, so even if disqualifying him, or giving him two drive-throughs or whatever – it’s not going to make a difference to our race.”

“Have you seen the replay video? Do you think more space could have been given between you?”

Frustration blazes in Max’s eyes. “Of course afterwards, you can easily say ‘Max, you should have given him room and blah blah blah.’” Max retorts sharply. “But it’s not like that. We are racing, and you don’t expect a back-marker to take you out.”

Two hours later, he stands before the FIA and recounts his version of the events - everything from the on-track contact to the shoving match physical confrontation in the parc fermé. When the verdict is rendered, headlines break.

MAX VERSTAPPEN SENTENCED TO PUBLIC SERVICE OVER BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX BEHAVIOR

VERSTAPPEN LEFT SEETHING AFTER TRACK CONTACT COSTS HIM VICTORY – AND TWO DAYS OF PUNISHMENT

IS RED BULL RACING IN TROUBLE AFTER STAR DRIVER’S BULLHEADED REACTION?

He isn’t surprised when his phone rings three hours later, but the conversation astounds him.

“You have my support,” Christian reassures him. “I’ve told everyone who will listen – you lost a victory through no fault of your own, which is hugely frustrating. And while I don’t disagree that your fellow driver was lucky to get away with just a push and a shove – you need to understand that there’s a fine line between passion and aggression.” He pauses, sighing heavily. “We can’t afford more PR situations like this - and after consultation with executive management, it is the directive of Helmut Marko and myself that your retention of the Red Bull Racing seat be conditional on the attendance of mandatory therapy sessions.” He continues without giving Max the chance to speak. “I understand that you want to win, and your determination to be a champion is what makes you one of the best drivers on the grid - but you must find a way to cool your hot-headed tendencies, or all of it is in jeopardy.”

Six days after the horrid phone call, Max finds himself standing in a posh lobby, gaping at the nameplate.

Mandatory therapy sessions are one thing – but a fucking hypnotherapist? This must be the biggest joke of the century. It’s matched only by the high-end office that looks far too serious for such a frivolous sham. In fact, everyone from Helmut to Christian to the perky assistant who checked Max in for his appointment are taking this far too seriously. As if this obscenely expensive hypno-fraud would solve whatever problem they think that Max has.

C. M. H. P. Leclerc

Hypnotherapist

Restless irritation simmers under his skin, made worse when he finally meets the therapist. The man looks comically young and far too pretty to be so cerebral. It sounds shallow even as the thought forms in Max’s mind, but that doesn’t make it any less true. The therapist doesn’t bother to hide his lithe build, dressed in well tailored black trousers and a white dress shirt. Lean yet strong forearms are exposed by the sleeves cuffed just beneath his elbows, and a collection of bracelets adorn his right wrist. He elegantly folds himself into the chair opposite Max’s, and everything about him from his posture to his dark curls looks so soft. Everything, that is, except the sharp green eyes that lurk behind round, wire-frame glasses.

“Hello, Max. I’m Charles.” His Monegasque accent has no business sounding so pleasant. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Max’s jaw tenses with annoyance. Perhaps if they just met on the street or in a cafe, that would be nice. But this? There’s nothing remotely nice about this. Max glances around the immaculately stylish office, just resisting a frustrated sigh. “This is a joke, right?” He gestures as if the movement somehow captures everything about the situation. “All of this?”

The corner of Charles’ mouth lifts. “I can understand why you think that. After all, hypnosis is the sideshow act of carnivals and magicians.” He folds his hands over the sleek leather notebook in his lap, a gleaming black pen intertwined in his ringed right fingers. “But I assure you - its uses are far more reaching than that.”

Max rolls his eyes. “Of course you would think that.”

“I would hardly have made it my life’s work otherwise.” He glances down to open the notebook, leafing past the first page as the bracelets on his wrist clack together. “Now, Max, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”

“What do you want to know?”

Charles darts his too-green eyes back up to Max. “Whatever you’re comfortable sharing. These sessions only work on a basis of trust, and I want to do my best to support you.”

Max’s fingers clench against the armrest. The urge to tell this hypo-quack to fuck off and storm out the door burns in his gut, but he knows the stakes are too high for that. If Charles gives Helmut and Christian a bad report about his behavior, he isn’t sure what additional punishment they’ll put him through. And he refuses to imagine life without his Red Bull Racing seat.

He swallows the scathing words that crawl up his throat, settling for shifting against the chair and not bothering to hide his irritated sigh. Glancing around the office, he searches for something to say. His gaze zeroes in on the therapist’s bracelets. “What’s with those, hmm?” He asks, nodding at the excessive jewelry. “They mean something to you?”

Charles arches an elegant brow as his lips quirk in amusement. “Quite the personal question, don’t you think?”

Max shrugs. “If I’m supposed to sit here and trust you with my secrets, why shouldn’t you trust me, too? Like you said - basis of trust, right?”

The therapist’s eyes flash with something that Max can’t place. Maybe it’s appreciation, maybe it’s approval - whatever it is, it has no right to be so… alluring. A shiver crawls down Max’s spine as the silence lingers.

Eventually, Charles’ smile widens and he gives a gentle shake of his head. “They don’t mean anything.” He glances down, giving his wrist a gentle turn in admiration. “I just like them.”

“And those rings?”

Charles extends his elegant fingers around the sleek pen. “The same. I like how they look.” He looks back up at Max with an almost shy smile. “I suppose I’m a little vain like that.” His sharp eyes bore through Max, pinning him against the leather seat that now feels like fly paper. “A secret for a secret, non?”

A lump forms in Max's throat, and he forces a hard swallow. He blinks back at Charles. "Can't you just use your pocket watch and put me to sleep to learn my secrets?"

Charles gives another gentle shake of his head. "I don't use a pocket watch, and you won't actually fall asleep. We'll just create a state of relaxed focus and increased suggestibility when the time comes." His mouth curls with an almost impish edge. "Then, we'll see what secrets we can learn together." He turns away to look down at his notebook, tapping his pen against a line of black ink that Max can't make out. "I understand that you are a Formula 1 driver. If you'd rather not start with yourself, then how about we start there?" He looks back at Max. "What is that job like?"

Max wets his top lip, stalling for time. "It's… difficult to explain."

The hypnotherapist folds his hands and tips his head in a gesture of patience. Annoyance settles in Max's gut, and he sighs heavily, searching for words. "It's… fast-paced." He says at last. "Instinct driven - more feeling than thinking… on average, my reaction time is 3-times faster than yours. And at those speeds, in those moments you just… do."

Charles nods in slow contemplation. “Studies have shown that our minds start interpreting visual images 13 milliseconds after observation, but any reaction to such stimuli happens much, much later.” He pauses, blinking his emerald eyes behind those distracting glasses. “Tell me, Max - do you consider such a fast reaction time to make you superhuman?”

“No,” Max nearly scoffs. “It’s just a skill - it’s something that I practice. I train for it.” He shakes his head, tramping down his irritation that threatens to bubble over. “I guess you could also call it building muscle memory - training the reaction to match the visual stimuli… to use your words.”

The corner of Charles’ mouth lifts again, though he quickly catches his reaction before speaking. “If that’s the case, then would you say that you rely on your vision to control your reactions?”

Max’s brow furrows. What the hell kind of question is that? Hasn’t he already explained himself? Another frustrated sigh escapes him. “Sometimes… but haven’t you been listening? How well do you think you could see at 200 kph?”

“I don’t,” Charles calmly answers. “That’s why I asked.”

“What you can see happens so fast, and sometimes, it’s all you have. The rear tires slide out and you just have to respond.”

“And control is just…?”

“If you’re out of control, you don’t survive.”

Charles arches a brow as deafening silence falls. He regards Max as if they’ve just uncovered some great truth of the universe. But it’s nothing new for Max. It’s just the truth of his career, and if this hypno-quack is just now catching wise to that, then perhaps Helmut and Christian hired the wrong therapist.

At length, Charles tips his head. “Thank you for sharing, Max.”

“What about you?” The words spill from Max’s tongue before he can stop them, eager to reset the balance of the room. “You talk about control… is that something you enjoy? Being in control?” A thrill of satisfaction runs through him as Charles’ face lights with a flash of surprise. If this man can’t play his own game, then he needs to be more careful about the promises he makes. “A secret for a secret, right?”

Charles’ lips curl to a closed-mouth smile as he taps the glossy black pen against the open notebook. Curiously, he hasn’t taken a single note, and Max can’t help but wonder if he’s already failing. Or is it a good sign? Charles draws a breath. “Professionally speaking, there’s an obvious element of control in what I do, but to say I enjoy it? Certainly, to some degree - but it’s a razor’s edge - indeed, how does the saying go? ‘With great power comes great responsibility’.”

Max doesn’t bother to hide his derisive scoff this time. “I can’t believe that you really just quoted Spider-Man. If that’s meant in reference to my age, then you should take a good look in the mirror, mate.” He scoffs again, still unable to believe that this whole meeting is somehow his life. “I guess superheroes must be a thing for you, hmm? First, you ask me if I think I’m superhuman, and then you quote a superhero-”

“Did you not open the conversation by stating the super-computing strength of your brain compared to mine?” Charles cuts him off with a firm edge. “Indeed, studies suggest that a supercomputer whose power rivals the human brain could process more than 38 thousand trillion operations per second - yet, this is also the key difference. Unlike a supercomputer that can shut down all of its subroutines to focus on a single operation, our brains continually process dozens of subroutines that are impossible to shut down. Breathing, balancing, hand-eye coordination… and that's in addition to every other software our brains are programmed with - social norms, behavioral patterns, linguistic rules… even muscle memory."

Charles’ gaze sharpens with a teasing, knowing edge as he continues. “You may call it training or practice, but you’re just programming new software for your neurons. Adding to the already complex workings of a complex process.” He pauses, letting a smile warm his face. "From the moment you walked in, you’ve looked at me like I'm a hacker about to break into your code and steal your secrets, when really… really, it's just time to optimize your performance, and I'm your own, personal IT department."

The words stun him. They shouldn’t make sense, and yet… the notion lingers just the same. How had Charles turned his words so completely around? How had Charles taken such firm command of the conversation and re-framed it so effortlessly? Is… is he already hypnotized? A stab of anxiety punches Max in the gut and his mouth goes dry. He isn’t hypnotized, surely… he can’t be.

Can he?

“Relax, Max.” Charles’ soothing voice cuts through Max’s rising panic. “We’re only talking. You’re still in control - though, I have another secret for you.” He closes the notebook and leans forward, the collar of his dress shirt shifting to reveal a prominent mole along the hollow of his throat. Sunlight catches in his green eyes, and… the man really is quite stunningly gorgeous.

Charles’ mouth curves with a reassuring smile as he continues speaking. “You will always be in control. In every session, in every conversation - remember that you are still in control.” His voice drops to a gentle purr that holds Max’s rapt attention. “With a whisper of the word, all of this stops. With a whisper of the word, you'll return as you were. And that word… well,” he draws back as his smile turns to something more private than Max can understand in the fleeting moment. Charles glances across the room. “The word will have to wait until next time as we appear to be at the end of our first session.”

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landinoandco · 3 years

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Would you consider doing a part 2 for My best friend and I?

Of course - I was thinking of doing a part 3 as well, let me know if you would like me to turn this into a mini series

My best friend and I ....

Lando Norris x Reader

Part one

Word count: 1.6 k

Rating: angst

Requests are open :)

Part two:

It shouldn’t have hurt you. Not at all. Lando was your best friend and the feelings you felt towards each other had remained platonic. Just like it had been for years.

You stared down at the photo in front of you - your lip caught in between your teeth and a line creasing the skin between your brows. A thought in the back of your mind raised its voice - what if it was you in those photos?

Slamming your phone onto the kitchen counter, you exhaled violently and looked around your surroundings. It was his house. You were in his kitchen. Just like you had been many a time before so why was it suddenly so different?

You were house sitting for Lando whilst he was away on his summer break. Once again - this wasn’t usually a problem but it had given you time to think. A lot of time to think, in fact. To be at one with your thoughts, except you didn’t want to be ‘at one with your thoughts’ because your thoughts had led you down a dangerous rabbit hole of feelings and despair.

He had been gone a week - a whole week apart. It was something you had never done before, which seemed odd due to his job but before last week you had always travelled together. Wherever he went, you went. Likewise, wherever you went he went.

As his PR officer it was your job to travel the world with him but that's besides the point. Even before that as childhood best friends - the bond you formed meant that the longest time you would spend away from each other was when your parents dragged you away on a weekend trip to the seaside. A weekend of torture. A weekend without Lando.

Standing up, you moved in the direction of the front door - grabbing the keys and locking the door behind you. You needed to clear your head - you needed a distraction.

Shoving your hands into your pockets, you started down the street; thinking back to the night before when you logged into his twitch account - he had joined, at first you thought he was going to be mad but instead Lando had typed into chat how much he missed you. Lando missed you and that was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

Lando stared at Max’s phone, the photo glaring menacingly back up at him. He looked away as though the image pained him, scrunching up his nose and pushed the phone back to its owner. Max watched him warily, “It’s over every platform.” He added softly, placing his phone into his pocket.

“Right, thanks mate.” Lando mumbled, pulling his own phone out. He knew he had to call you, as his PR it was your job to instruct him on what he should do next. Had you seen the photo? Lando shook his head, you would have called him, the curiosity would have gotten the better of you. His finger hovered over your contact, he thought about what your reaction would be; what did he want your reaction to be? It was a valid question. He knew that there was no reason for you to be angry; at the end of the day he was on holiday and on holiday you have fun. What if you were jealous? Jealous of the girl in the photo. Lando’s arms snaked around the girl's waist, lips tantalisingly close to the girl’s ear. The corners of his mouth turned up at the thought.

The image of you had plagued him everytime he found himself alone. His thoughts running wild without you by his side, whilst you still messaged he still felt as though he was being starved from your company. It didn’t matter how many women he spoke to, they always seemed to be missing something. Part of him never wanted to get over you - part of him hoped that one day you realised that he did still love you, that it had never gone away. No matter how hard he tried. Part of him hoped that you were in love with him too.

The walk had failed to clear your thoughts. Everything led back to him. That infectious laugh. Those stupid curls. The way he looked at you. Every moment replaying in your mind on repeat. You were sure he would never feel the same way, especially after you rejected him all of those years ago. You sighed, the picture of the couple flashing in your mind.

As his PR officer you really should call him to help him manage the sudden attention. You clicked on his name, holding the phone to your ear. It rang once and he picked up.

“Hey.” Lando answered breathlessly. There was a pause before you answered, swallowing thickly you opened your mouth before closing it quickly.

“I take it, you've seen the photo.” You replied bluntly, there was no reason to sugar coat the reason for your call.

“I was actually just about to call you.” He said honestly, you could hear the sound of people talking getting quieter in the background. He was moving to somewhere more private. Away from prying eyes or ears in this case. “What should -”

You cut him off, standing up from the sofa and walking to stare out of the window. “Is this a serious relationship or -”

“No.” His voice was harsh, cold even.

“I had to ask - you know I did.” A loud silence filled your ears as you waited for him to respond - pressing your lips together as you did so.

“You would be the first person to find out if there was someone, you know that.” His tone was soft, so soft it was almost a whisper. A whisper that urged you to be close to him.

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation - regardless of whether it’s a serious relationship or not. We both know how toxic some fans can be, does the girl know?” You knew that Lando was shaking his head. “Make sure the girl knows what may be coming her way. Carry on as normal and I know it’s hard but ignore it - don’t give it any attention because it will only add fuel to the unfortunate fire.”

Lando hung onto every word you said - how could he tell you that the only reason he kissed that girl was because he wanted to be closer to you. Your voice filled his ears once again, “Are you okay, Lando?” His thoughts were a tangled spiderweb, slowly entwining until he was struggling to think straight.

“I - uh.” He stuttered, rubbing a hand over his forehead. He was faced with a crossroad - he could tell you, there and then about how he really felt; explain the real reason to why he was caught on camera with the girl. He could tell you that he never stopped loving you. Not for one day. Lando could confess to his feelings. Or he could stay silent. Continue to lie and cover his feelings. He could argue that this way he was protecting your friendship. “Actually, there is something that we should talk about.”

A breath caught in your throat, you prayed Lando couldn’t hear it over the line. All of a sudden you could hear a second voice from the otherside of the phone. “Lando, are you on the phone to who I think you are on the phone to?” The expression was light but mocking and you recognised it almost immediately. Max Fewtrell, Lando’s second partner in crime. “Hang on,” He said to you, “I’m going to put you on speaker phone.”

“Hey Max,” You called out, relieved for the change in topic.

“I thought it was you our little gremlin had snuck off to speak to.” Max added, his voice becoming more audible. You and Max had always gotten on well, right from the moment Lando had introduced you. “Has he confessed his undying love for you yet?” He joked, a hint of truth laced in his tone. It had the effect of poison, the atmosphere immediately changing. You stiffened, jaw tightening as you waited for Lando to answer him.

“Come off it, we’re too close for any of that emotion sort of thing-”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, the regret was instantaneous. It was a lie. In fact it was the biggest lie he had told. Ever. Lando looked over to Max, his eyebrow raised and the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. Lando pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Right, way too close.” He heard you squeak in a way he had never heard you speak before. You sounded tired all of a sudden, almost downhearted.

“Wait-” He began to say, eyes snapping open. He was going to take it back. Confess to everything.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got to go. Remember what I said. I’ll see you when you get back.” Your words were rushed, throat slowly constricting. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall and ended the call abruptly.

You sank back down onto the sofa and groaned. You were in love with your best friend but he didn’t love you back.

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Project Parker | peter parker.

part one: IN YOUR EYES || series masterlist

[ enemies! peter parker x fem!reader || warnings. fluff & swearing, sexual innuendo || wc. ]

a/n. WELCOME TO MY NEW SERIES <3 i hope you enjoy reading this!!

YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR desk in class as MJ wrote in her notebook. She looked over at you, as you looked over at Peter Parker to which she was having a staring contest with as he walked through the door, he flashed her a smirk, “Y/n! Looking great today, I just love it when people embrace their flaws.” He chuckles before going to sit down, you hold your foot out as the boy trips, looking at you with a slight fire to his gaze.

You chuckled, “Oops,” You pouted your lips giving him a sorry look, but it wasn’t true. You didn’t like Peter and he didn’t like you. You don’t know when you started hating Peter. Maybe it was when he started being better than you at certain things. When you got bumped down to second in the class?

Your teacher coughs trying to get the classes gaze away from you and Peter, “Okay, we’re doing a science project!” She smiles cheerily, “Now, this is going to be different this time, I’m partnering you up,” The whole class groans angrily.

“Don’t expect me to be lenient either, okay,” Miss Grundle claps her hands together, “Uh first up we have Flash Thompson and Ned Leeds.” Ned looks like he could just about shit himself.

“Michelle Jones and Harrison Osborn.” Harry smiles and winks as Michelle rolls her eyes even if she has the slightest of crushes.

The teacher reads through the rest of the names and then you notice that everyone has paired up except for you and one other person your eyes meet Peter’s like they did at the beginning of the class. “NO!” You practically scream, “No! No! NO!”

“Miss Grundle!” MJ speaks up, “It’s really not a good idea, she hates him and he hates her. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on that.”

Peter smirks, “Am I really that repulsive?” he asks nobody in-particular, “But if it’s any consultation, Miss Grundle, I say ‘No! No! NO!’ too.” He mocks your voice.

You roll your eyes, and open your mouth but Miss Grundle interrupts, “No, no’s.” She hisses, “You guys are partners, this is your problem now.”

The two of you had to discuss the project, but you sat there drawing and he sat there staring at the clock waiting for the godawful task to be over. But you couldn’t wait out the awkward silence anymore. The two of you had to discuss something otherwise the you would fail.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you asked Peter suddenly.

His eyes went wide at your choice of words, “Woah! Okay, uh…” You chuckled at the way he was flustered.

“What? Can’t handle the word fuck?” You questioned him getting in close, whispering the word in his ear, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.” You spoke as his cheeks went a deep crimson red.

“No, no! I just-” The poor boy cuts himself off, “Let’s just focus on the project. Did you have any ideas?”

You blew a raspberry and you rolled your eyes, “No.”

He grins, his smile full of that sarcasm that you just loved, “Keep rolling your eyes and maybe, just maybe you’ll find a brain back there. I can’t make any promises though,”

You go to roll your eyes once more, but you catch yourself in the act, “Whatever,” You mumbled, “Maybe we could take something simple and put a twist on it. I mean, it is science, we can mix whatever we want and make an explosion.”

Peter looks at you thoughtfully, “I don’t think that’s how it-”

The bell cuts him off and as he goes to continue what he was going to say, so does your voice, “Look, Parker, we’ll go to the library after school,”

The boy sighs, hating himself for what he’s about to offer, “Why don’t you come over?” He asks you, “My place is closer than the library. That’s like a forty minute walk, fifteen minute drive. Mine’s only a five minute walk away.”

You stand up and made your way toward the door, stopping before you could exit, “If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re trying to get me in bed.” And with that you finally left the room, leaving Peter to blush once more.

At the end of the day you met Peter by his locker, you got stares but you waved them off, he opened his locker and you were met with the sight of a little lego man, a whiteboard and a whole load of notebooks and like three backpacks. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. You just observed. Peter finally shut his locker, and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He started walking and you took that as a signal to follow, your pink and white air max’s pressing onto the floor. The two of you didn’t speak on the way to his house, nor on the way up the stairs or as you walked into his room. It was odd seeing it. He had a bunk bed, you didn’t know what for since he was an only child.

Maybe for when Ned sleeps over? You thought to yourself.

He had multiple Star Wars posters on his walls and a desk covered in papers and notebooks and more backpacks were sat in next to it. How many backpacks does this kid have? What didn’t help you was the fact that they were all the same, same style, same colour. You didn’t speak on it though, if the kid collects backpacks, he collects backpacks.

Peter was sat on his desk chair and noticed you just standing there, doing nothing, but before he could say anything you took a seat on his plaid sheets. Looking around the room you made eye-contact with his things, his trinkets. His LEGO Star Wars figures. You had only ever talked to Peter in class so when you were in his room it made it seem all different and weird, you felt squirmy sitting in here. Like you couldn’t.

“So we should start on the project, right?” Peter questioned you.

“Uh,” Was the only thing that came out of your mouth. You looked over at the door and picked up your black and white backpack and stormed out of his apartment. You didn’t know what was happening you but you couldn’t sit in there anymore. You couldn’t deal with looking at Peters things, the things that make him more than someone you just made snarky and mean remarks to.

Peter followed you down the stairs, “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU GOING WE NEED TO DO THE PROJECT.” By the time he made it down the stairs he saw you sitting next to the stairs in front of his building. Your head in your knees.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, you didn’t know what to say to him and he didn’t know what to do. So he sat down next to you and put his hand on your shoulder, and he expected you to shrug it off - but you didn’t.

“I’m sorry.” You speak, and he looks sort of surprised, he never expected you to ever say it. The girl who had picked on him for so long even when he started picking on her back, “Look, I’ve just- I- I never,” You didn’t know how to speak, “I was always jealous of you. You get good grades, you’re cute, you always know what to say, have the right answers. You’re just perfect.”

“Did you just call me, cute?” Peter laughed, and you whacked him softly.

“Shut up,” You smiled softly.

He returned the soft grin, “I could say the same thing,” Your grin got slightly wider, as you looked down at your hands. “Let’s truce.” Peter speaks up.

“Really?” You questioned him, “Don’t you hate me?”

“Look, Y/N, you’ve never been anything but rude, or mean, or snarky. But, I never actually hated you.” Peter talks, “Everything you said about me, I could say about you - I think the reason we always hated each other was because of everything that we have in common, so let’s think about what we don’t have in common and go from there, maybe we can actually be friends.”

“Okay,” You smiled, “Let’s be friends.” You stood up, “So let’s think of this as our project first and then we can do the actual project. We’ve got weeks.”

“That’s probably cause the project is supposed to take weeks.” Peter retorts.

“Shut up, Parker!” You laughed.

When the two of you got back up to Peter’s room, you took a seat on his bed once more, all of a sudden it wasn’t scary anymore. It didn’t seem like the world was closing in around you as you looked around.

“So let’s start, clearly, your favourite movie is Star Wars - mine is Now You See Me, there’s something about hot magicians that turns me on. Does Leia do the same to you or?” You comment with a smirk.

Peter’s eyes go wide at your comment, “I- uh- I’m-”

“Relax, Parker, I’m kidding.” You lay back on his plaid sheets, smiling up at the ceiling.

You and Peter start brainstorming ideas of what you could do, building off of what you had said earlier, something simple with a twist on it. It seemed like a good plan, but simplicity is often the hardest thing to do. You sighed as you looked up at the wood planks of the bunk bed, you don’t catch it but your eyes start to close, until they do and you doze off, falling asleep. You hadn’t noticed it but night had fallen over New York, and then you woke up, Peter nowhere to be found. You were still in your clothes from the school day, but your hair was fucked up and there was mascara and lipgloss smudged on your face, a blanket was over you though, a blanket that wasn’t there earlier. However, your breath tasted foul.

You stood up feeling slightly lightheaded as you saw the texts from your mother on your phone from not too long ago, 10mins it read next to her name, so you clicked on the contact and called her.

“Hey mum, sorry I’ll be home soon I just fell asleep at MJ’s is all.” You explained, you didn’t want to tell your mum you were at a boy’s place. Especially Peter’s, after you talk your mouth off about how much you hated him.

Your mum lets out a sigh of relief, “Okay good, I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” You can hear her smile through the phone.

You picked up your black and white backpack for the second time that evening, walking out the door to be met with a lady with large frames on her eyes, “Who are you?” She asks, “I knew Peter told me he had someone over, now I know why he wouldn’t tell me who.”

“My names Y/N,” You told her almost regretting it when her jaw dropped.

“OH MY GOD, no way, you’re the last person I expected to see here, Peter never shuts up about how much he hates you, honestly, I think he has a crush on you. I’m also his aunt May by the way,”

You laugh at her rambling, “Well, I’m the last person I’d expect to see here too, but Miss Grundle put us together for a project.” May nodded, “Speaking of Peter where is he? I wanna say bye before I leave.”

She tenses a little, but then relax’s, “He’s at the store buying us a chicken, because I can’t cook to save my life.” She smiles, “You’re welcome to stay.” She offers but you shake your head.

“My mum is expecting me home, so I’ve gotta go, but thank you.” You smile kindly.

“Well, maybe next time then,” She returns a smile.

“Yeah, next time.” You walk out of the apartment, closing the door behind you, you didn’t know why you felt so happy but you did.

You and Peter Parker were friends and you were happy about it.

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UKAIXFEMREADER!

Ukai responding to you saying "c*m inside me"

Word Count: 1,408

A/N: hEMLOI moi babies, I got an amazing response on DaichixFemReader, I’m so glad so I kinddddd of decided to spice it up for Ukai. I, in no way support toxic relationships. And I wrote it extra long so y’all can feel extra ;)) i haven't proof read this bc its 4 am and im max tired, so i apologise in advance. ALSO DARK ACADEMIA PERSONNA IS JUST SO 😩

Warnings: SMUT, ANGST, toxic relationships, crying, trauma, smoking, alcohol, slight fluff (interact only if you’re 18+), breeding kink

It was like every other afternoon, you by the balcony watching the rain fall on the lane below. Single men with their cigarettes in hands, couples with their arms intertwined under the same umbrella, the cigarette shop where a group of high school boys hung around. The balcony had always been your safe space. It was one of the ways you’d met Keinshin Ukai.

You two had accidentally made an eye contact. You, on your balcony and him, near the shop. He’d adored you the second he’d laid his eyes on you; draped in a white lace tunic and grey shorts which reached your knees. The darkest shade of lipstick which you wore with your hair down, made you look as if you were an angel which arrived right in front of him.

Since then, he’d be there promptly at 7 pm and you at the balcony having many unspoken conversations between the two of you.

You’d run out of cigarettes one morning while you were on your way to your publishing house.You’d always been an avid reader with bottomless thirst for content. It was a good day, you had a meeting with the board head. After putting on a jacket on your mauve camisole, you’d run across the cigarette shop to find your favourites. Had it not been that morning, your numbers would never have been exchanged and future dates wouldn’t have been made for the same evening.

-----flashback-----

The room was heavy with the smell of cigarettes and weed as you popped another bottle of wine.

“I did not take you to be a reader,” Ukai said, taking a puff and keenly maintaining eye contact.

“And I sir, did not take you for a shopkeeper AND a coach” you said, smirking and pouring in his empty glass.

“Well, I do love those boys plus that teacher is very...persuasive?,” he said with a slight cringe and looking u0p. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s very amazing and managed to land us a match with a lot of great teams but he’s very weird, but a good kinda weird you know?”.

Nah you didn’t know. You were too busy admiring him. Of course you were a little young for him but he was too attractive for his age. The blonde with his brown sideburns and three piercings. He looked so sinful.

It dawned on him how you’d been staring at him. And he’d sensed the high tension in the room that was enough to devour the two of you. And that’s when he leaned in slightly, holding the side of your face in your hand. “I know you’ve been wanting me sweetheart. I do too,” he said brushing his lips with yours. “And I think I may fall in love with you this way. The way you’re in my hands right now makes me feel like I'm on an ecstasy high.”

Your lips met and kissed you like it was the last time he was gonna kiss you. Like you were Persephone in the arms of Hades and you were gonna fly away.

You somehow knew. You knew this was it. You were gonna fall so hard for this man. This high felt like you’d finally reached what you wanted and you realised it was gonna hurt you if he ever left.

-----Present-----

“BUT I’M TIRED OF NOT SEEING YOU FOR SO MANY DAYS, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE GOING WITH THE KIDS DOESN’T MEAN YOU DON’T SEE ME!

AM THEY MORE IMPORTANT THAN I AM?” a sludge of tears and mascara flowing down your face with your bra strap sliding off your arm. It had been too frustrating for you. You’d been missing him to the point you’d wear his remaining scent. You’d stayed up nights wishing you’d hear the door unlock. It was too painful for you.And he refused to understand that.

“You’re fucking overreacting. I’m leaving. I’ll come home after a few days.” he said extinguishing his cigarette on the ivory ashtray you got for his 29th birthday and picking his gym bag up.

“I HOPE YOU NEVER FUCKING COME BACK-” you shouted as he headed for the door. “I think…….. this is it. We’re done.” You said slipping on the floor in a puddle of sobs. This was toxic. You had to leave him. But it was so heavy for you. You could never do that. He was your soulmate after all.

You hear the door shut.

Your fragile heart splits into pieces. Is that it? This is how we end? Your thoughts kept running as fast as a marathon, too fast for you to process.

“It’s fine. I don’t need him anyway. You say turning the lights off of the bathroom and slipping in the empty bathtub and shutting your eyes and being enveloped by sleep.

You felt a hand pat on your head and a bright light in front of you. “Hey sweetheart…”

It didn’t even take a second for you to go on defensive mode and whack his hand off you.

“I miss you. I know what I do is wrong. I know I don’t give you time. I know how much this means to you. I’m sorry. Just a little more, okay? Then I’ll be all yours and I’ll be proud to call the boys ours. I love you, Y/N. I can’t imagine my life witho-”

That’s all it takes for him everytime. Just opening his stupid mouth and you’re off to sprint to his arms. Fucking moron.

“I still hate you” you said between the kisses and pulling his hoodie off. You wanted him. That’s all you cared about. You wanted to hurt him but no matter what, you couldn’t. “I hate that you make me feel this way. But I love you more and this is your last chance. Make me happy or I leave.”

He whooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed “And why would I let you leave? You’re mine.” He said keeping you and hovering on top of you with his biceps bulging. Amd slowly kissing your face, jaw and neck

“You’re the greatest thing that has happened to me, I’ll never let you go Y/N” Ukai said as his lips were dangerously close to your cleavage.

He spent a good 30 minutes between your thighs like a lapdog. Licking up any blessing you had to offer. His eye contact never breaking, his fingers working their ways through your pussy, his tongue overstimulating your clit. “I know you like this, my love. It’s been twice in 35 minutes I think my dick needs a little bit of it too.” He said getting up and unbuckling himself. Your eyes now watery with the overstimulation and throat dried up.

“I want a baby….I want a reason for you to come home to if not me.” You said rasply.

‘What do you mean, sweets? Can you elaborate on the making baby part?”

“I want you to come inside me. Tonight.”

He grabbed your thighs mercilessly and shoved himself inside. “Whatever she wants, she gets. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re dripping and then make sure that the mini us knows how much I love you and you’re worth coming home to both of you.” he whispered in your ear.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to him inside you. “M-mmmoveEE PLEASE” you whined against his shoulder. Without losing a single second, you felt your body split. You knew he’d been abstaining from sex. But this feeling was so overwhelming to both of you.

The air was filled with moans, squelches and the mix of smell of cigarettes and lavender. You felt him speed up. Missionary had always been a weak spot for Keishin. Your mouth drooling over your cheeks, your eyes half shut, your body limping and the way your boobs bounced under you. it has always been a turn on for him.

You felt him speed up. His name falling out of your mouth as you were blinded by the speed he was going at. “I….I’M COMING BABE” you grind your thighs through as his walls white wash you inside.

He climbed off of you to adore your cunt stuffed with his cream, dripping on the white sheet with a light brown floral pattern.

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever think I don’t wanna come home and not see you. You’re the only thing I have.”

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