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ladykailitha · 2 months ago

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The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 9

Hey, guys! Let's give this story a little more love like the other stories have this week (stripper excluding, that poor story doesn't get much regardless).

In this we have the party having fun, Steve decidedly NOT having fun, and Claudia and Hopper close ranks to defend Steve.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

When Steve showed up at the Hendersons to find six of his little nuggets waiting. Erica was at her grandparents’ house and Holly was at dance.

“You’re really going to take us to the arcade and let us go nuts?” Max asked from her spot on the floor.

Steve held up his hand and waved it back and forth. “I’d like to let you go nuts throw money around treat you guys to the extreme. But...”

“You’re afraid someone will see you,” Will said quietly from the sofa, “wonder where you got the money, and take it back to your dad.”

Everyone else looked at each other like they hadn’t even thought about the possibility Steve might get into trouble for letting them have fun. Well, everyone but Max. She knew, same as Will that there were some things that screamed trouble and splashing around money when you’re not supposed to have any?

That brought the worst kind of trouble. Cops.

“So if anyone asks,” Mike said firmly, “our parents gave us the money to get us of their hair for the day. My mom gave me extra for Will.”

“And my mom gave me extra for Max,” Lucas said, agreeing.

“Everyone okay with that?” Steve asked. He was mainly asking for Will and Max but he also wanted to make sure everyone was okay with the lying. Elle sometimes had a problem with not telling the truth.

As if to prove his point Elle cocked her head to the side. “Would lying protect Steve?”

“Yes, dear,” Claudia murmured. “Steve’s dad is a bad man who would hurt him if he thought Steve was doing fine on his own.”

Elle tilted her head to the other side as she thought about it. Then she nodded. “Friends don’t lie to friends, but they can lie for friends.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly that!” And she beamed at him.

He bundled them as many as he could into his car with Claudia grabbing the rest and they all went to the arcade with money in their pocket and Claudia making a show of giving Steve some money, when it was Steve giving her gas money for helping drive the little demons.

He herded them all through the door and then unleashed the fury of six teenagers on the unsuspecting staff. He should feel a little guilty about that, having worked retail the last year and a half, but he really, really didn’t.

He wanted to give the kids a day of fun and take his mind off not being able to talk to Eddie tonight before bed.

Steve went and ordered four large pizzas and then sat down at the largest table to wait for the kids to get hungry and return.

He didn’t have to wait long, Dustin and Lucas showed up right after the pizzas did. Probably having followed them right to the table.

“You’re the best, Steve!” Lucas cried as he pulled two cheese slices onto his plate. He sat down to enjoy them when the one in his hand was swiped out from under his nose.

“Hey!” he cried and looked up to see Max chomping down on the pizza with a grin. Lucas rolled his eyes and just picked up the second slice.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Lucas who then blushed. Yeah, that’s what he thought. Lucas liked supreme not cheese, but Max did. She also had a habit of not eating things from buffets or spreads like this. The thought of multiple people touching the food grossed her out.

But if Lucas were to grab the cheese pizza first, then she could steal it off his plate and be okay. Then when he went back for seconds, he could grab what he liked.

It was like a siren call went out that the pizza had arrived as the other three were at the table in no time at all. Sometimes Steve thought Elle was psychic with her ability to just know when food was ready. Will and Mike followed her everywhere, well, Mike followed Elle and Will followed Mike, so it boiled down to the same thing. When Elle sensed food all three would be there in an instant.

Will went for the veggie, and Mike and Elle the pepperoni. Steve had already slipped a couple of slices of the all meat pizza on his plate, watching them joke and play around. Ready to jump in if things got too out of hand, but content to just let them be themselves.

Steve could tell the kids were flagging, tickets bursting out of their pockets, stuffed with sugar and pizza and soda. So he got up and went out to use the payphone to call Claudia to help pick up the kids.

When he tried to get back in there was a large guy preventing him from coming in. He wasn’t an employee from what he could tell, just some jerk.

“Hey, I need to get back inside,” Steve huffed. “I need to tell the kids I’m watching that it’s almost time to go.”

“I’m not letting you back there to diddle little kids,” the man growled. “I know you’re a fucking queer. You better get the hell out of here before I call the cops, faggot.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, daring Steve to try something.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not trying to cause trouble. I really do have some kids in there, well, they’re almost teenagers and can look after themselves. Well, mostly,” he said with a wince.

The guy just glared at him.

“By themselves or with a friend, they’re fine,” he continued to argue, “but get them in a large group and they need an adult to keep them from burning the place down.” Still the guy refused to budge. “Also I’m their ride home and I need to tell them it’s time to go.”

“Never took the Harrington boy as a kiddie diddler,” the man snarled “but your daddy says you’re a fucking fairy and I believe him.”

Well, shit. Steve thought bitterly. “Look, gay people aren’t interested in touching kids, okay? That’s a myth. Catholic priests are more likely then queers are and people still go to church. Now, if you don’t get out of my way, you’re going to have six anxious preteens on your hands and a lot of angry parents, too.”

“I saw you leering at those kids you were with,” the man said, pushing out his chest further. “You better get out of here or they’ll be finding pieces of you all up and down the tracks.”

“I was watching them,” Steve bit out. “Like I’m supposed to. I really need to get back in there, they’ll be worried about me.”

But before either of them could say anything, Claudia came bustling up to the door. “Hank Tippets, what on God’s green earth are you doing blocking the door to the arcade, don’t you have better things to do with your time?”

The smile that crept over Hank’s face made Steve’s skin crawl. If there was a predator anywhere near this place, it was Hank, not Steve.

“Miss Claudia,” Hank greeted. Steve supposed it was suppose to be warm but it gave him the chills. “What brings you out on this fine day?”

Claudia raised an eyebrow at him and said, “That’s Mrs. Henderson to you. Walter maybe gone, but I’m still a missus. And as to why I’m here, Steve called me to help pick up my son and his friends. Now if you’ll step aside we can get right one that.”

Hank cocked his head to side. “Now I can’t be letting him in, ma’am. He’s pedo and I won’t have him around my little girl.”

The look on Claudia face was pure, unadulterated rage. Hank took a step back and his hands went up in placation.

“That boy is no such thing,” she spat. “And if I hear you or anyone else going around spreading such malicious rumors, I’ll show them the perils of raising pigs. He was keeping Dusty and his friends busy while I ran some errands. Now you get the hell out of here before I call Chief Hopper. His adopted daughter in there. You want to explain to him, why you’re blocking entrance to a public space?”

Hank backed up and ran away with his tail between his legs. Claudia motioned for Steve to follow her, and then went inside the arcade. She made a beeline straight for the manager and Steve almost felt sorry for the fellow. Almost.

Steve went to the kids and quickly explained what happened. All the kids came running up to him and threw their arms around him. He held them tight.

“Let’s get everyone home,” he murmured and then waited for them to gather their things and exchange their tickets for prizes.

As they all piled into the cars Hank watched from the window of the arcade, glowering at them as they drove away.

After everyone had been dropped off, Claudia convinced Steve to stay for dinner. Which when he learned she was making her famous spaghetti, he agree to in a heartbeat. After he was full and happy Dustin convinced him to watch a movie.

Halfway through, Steve fell asleep on the sofa. Claudia got a pillow and a blanket and tucked him in.

When she woke up, Steve had gone back to the hotel with a note and a twenty dollar bill for his rescue the note said.

She was looking in the fridge trying to decide between coffee or orange juice with her cereal that morning, when there came a pounding on the front door. She looked up at the clock in confusion. It was barely a quarter past eight. The pounding began again, so she close the fridge to go answer the front door.

Standing outside the door was Clint Harrington and Hank Tippets. She pulled her robe around her tighter, clutching at the top of it.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” she asked, slightly closing the door so it would easier to shit it in a hurry.

“You can tell me where my son is,” Clint growled, he folded his arms over his chest, puffing it out to make himself look bigger.

“We know he was here,” Hank said. “I saw his car out front all night.”

“You admitting to stalking that boy?” Claudia asked, eyebrow raised and head tilted. “Because if you are, I’m pretty sure my boy could have the chief here, before you can sneeze.”

“Just tell me where he is,” Clint growled. “You’re harboring a fugitive and if you don’t turn him over to me, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I don’t know where he is,” she growled. And at this moment, she didn’t. She had a pretty good idea where he was, but she didn’t know. “He left before I got up this morning.”

“You know where he’s staying?” Hank asked. “You better not lie, Mrs. Henderson.”

“In his car, I’d assume,“ she lied beautifully. “I tried to get him to stay here, but he just wanted to take the kids out for one last day of fun before he moved on.” She wiped away a small tear. “I hope he’s safe.”

“You best not be lying,” Clint snapped. “I’d hate like hell for something to happen to you or your boy.”

“Please tell me you aren’t so stupid as to threaten someone on their own doorstep,” a deep growling voice boomed behind them, causing the two men to stiffen in terror.

Clint and Hank turned around to find Chief of Police Jim Hopper standing behind them, thumbs in his belt, rocking back on his heels.

“Chief,” Hanks greeted with false cheer. “When did you get here?”

“Mrs. Henderson,” Hopper greeted tipping his hat and then taking it off. “You’ll have to pardon Dustin, ma’am. He spotted Tweedle Dee and Tweddle Dum here from the window and radioed me to head on over. He wanted to say he’s sorry for not notifying you first.”

“Chief,” she nodded back. “It’s all right, he did the right thing. How did you get here so fast?”

Hopper grinned. “I was on my way to work and was close to the neighborhood. I got here about a minute after these two morons.”

Clint glared at him. “We were just having a friendly chat about harboring fugitives, is all.”

“Last time I check Steve Harrington hasn’t broken any laws,” Hopper said gravely. “So unless he’s done something since you and I talked, he’s free to do as he pleases.”

“He was leering at children at the arcade yesterday,” Hank said, puffing out his chest. “I was there, I’ll attest to that under oath, he’s pedophile in the making if he isn’t one already.”

“And there will a dozen other people who will claim that he did no such thing,” Hopper said, rocking back on his heels again. “So you best be on your way, or I’ll arrest you both for disturbing the peace. Go on, get.”

Clint and Hank piled into Clint’s Jag and drove off. Then Hopper made sure Claudia and Dustin were okay. Then after some major prodding he got the phone number and address of where Steve was staying.

“It’s to keep him safe,” Hopper promised. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to that boy. Ellie loves him and she would murder me if through my actions or inaction he came to harm.”

Dustin and Claudia shared a glance before Dustin went upstairs to get the information for him.

“Thanks for this,” he said waving the paper. “I’ll make sure no one else sees this. Not even Ellie.”

“Thanks for stopping by,” Claudia replied. “I wasn’t expecting him to actually threaten me. Steve kept saying over and over that he would and I foolishly believed that he wouldn’t stoop so low as to threaten a lowly widow.”

“That’s the problem, Mrs. Henderson,” Hopper said, shoving the paper in his pocket, “however low you think humanity can go, assume Clint Harrington will stoop lower.” He tipped his hat again. “I’ll be seeing you all.”

Claudia closed the door and slumped against it. “I’m gonna praise whatever deity saw fit to have Steve slip out at the exact right moment, because that was heaven sent.”

“Yeah,” Dustin agreed. “I hope he’s going to be all right.”

Claudia pulled him in close. “He’s got Chief Hopper looking out for him now and Clint won’t try that again, I guarantee it.”

Dustin nodded in her arms, tightening the hug.

Claudia knew she couldn’t guarantee Clint Harrington wouldn’t try something at her place of work, but she was surrounded by tough women who were more than capable of standing up to a man like him.

But it was definitely days like this she missed her Walt. He would have had the shotgun in hand the second Hank came to their door. She would just have to be the person who protect as fast and as fierce to make up for his loss.

Let's try this again! With the chapter this time! Also edited to add the warning about the douchebag.

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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adventuringblind · 9 months ago

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Monsters in my Mind

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Sometimes those thoughts won't leave, the ones you don't want... The ones that can be dangerous. All it takes is one person to help make them go away.

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, referenced/implied self-harm, violent thoughts, impulsive behaviors, panic attacks, non-sexual dominance as a form of coping, dom/sub undertones

Notes: My thoughts are self stabby as of late. Pardon me as I write this for myself to keep my head and hands busy.

Side Note: Consider feeding my praise kink maybe...?

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The head is a strange place. One's conscious is usually meant to help them make the right decisions and not engage in acts that could hurt them or others. Her head, however, is the opposite of that.

It's a dark twisted place where thoughts that aren't her own find refuge. They want to bathe her in the ecstasy of things that shouldn't feel good. daydreams about things that could repulse any typical human being.

Sometimes they are so strong and her bodies reactions are so out of control, that she has to find relief somewhere. The knife against her skin takes the edge off. Is it normal to moan at the sting and feel satisfied looking at her red stained thighs? She does, until the realization settles in and the guilt won't let her think.

The thoughts laugh at her for giving in so easily. They scrutinize the fact she gets off on the pain.

She walks around in fear of herself. The anxiety and exhaustion from constantly fighting herself are visible on her body. She's tired, and everyone knows it. It's why they don't come near her. Always to caught up in her own head to realize people are trying converse.

It's not like her job requires to much discussion with people. Puzzles keep her brain busy and Ferrari keeps her busy with all the strategy mishaps they throw at her. They throw her a problem, she solves it, plans for next time, and they fuck it up again by not using the solution.

Sometimes she thinks about throwing herself in front of an F1 car going full speed. That voice in her head screams at her anytime she's close to the live track.

Then there is Max. His voice sends the thoughts running and it makes her want to cling to him. She wants him to never stop talking about anything and everything.

Today had been particularly difficult with the of the driver switch coming at the end of the season. Carlos and Charles are the first drivers she's worked with and they all got along great. She doesn't want it to change. That means more unknowns.

The wind graces her cheeks and kisses her finger tips as she sits on the balcony of their apartment. Everything is to much right now and her thoughts won't quiet.

She was in Maranello when the news came out. Her head became so loud with the fear of change and worry for her friend. Enough to be sent home for the day - alone, and nothing to help her head aside from the burning desire to just end it all.

Max had made arraignments for her to spend some time with him in the Milton-Keynes. She was still alone for periods of time. Enough to have to settle herself somehow.

The color red makes something in her relax. Specifically when it's flowing out of her own body.

Now Max is with her and she's stuck in her own head. The never ending maze of twisted thoughts keeps her from moving. The fear of giving in has been looming over her head for longer then normal. It feels like she's losing something, always has been with this team, but change feels far worse then staying with them.

Max hasn't pushed her to do much aside from at least stay in his presence. Occasionally attempting to get her out of her own head with movies and games. He's even spent hours at a time just talking to her about anything and everything.

He opens the door to the balcony, but she doesn't look at him. Not until he holds his hand out for her to take. An action she does without hesitation. No thoughts are needed for this, just following Max's lead.

He leads her over to the couch and arranges them so she can sit tucked into his lap. A grounding hand runs up and down the lenght of her spine. "I've been doing some research about how we might be able to get your head to quiet down."

"I'll do anything, jus' want it to stop." Her voice sounds dry and cracked from how hard she's screamed and cried through the last few days.

"Do you trust me?"

"More then I trust anyone."

She finds herself slipping off the couch and onto her knees, in-between Max's legs with her head resting against his thigh. His touch doesn't leave her skin. "You're doing so good for me. Listen to my voice and focus on taking big breathes for me. Can you do that for me?"

She hums in response. The continual stroke of Max's fingers against her face and sound of his voice already helping immensely.

"That's it, just breathe for me. I've got you; you don't have to fight the thoughts alone. I'm right here with you, keeping them away, never leaving your side." Max grabs one of her hands with his free one. her fingers lay between his. Her favorite puzzle with how easy the pieces fit together.

"You're here with me; I've got you. Those scary thoughts aren't your own. The are unwanted and uninvited, but most importantly, they don't define you. You are brave, loved, beautiful without gaping wounds. You're not crazy or psychotic. You are yourself, with your highs and your lows."

Her body has never felt like this. Her entire being wants to give itself over to Max. His breathes guiding her own, his gentle yet firm hold on her keeping her where he wants.

She lets herself fall under his spell. If Max can take the control away from her, make her complaint and relaxed like this, then he can have her thoughts too.

"That's it, such a good girl, let me think for you. I won't leave you to fight or flounder on your own."

She follows Max's directions, lets him guide her in this place of trust and letting go of things. He's turning her brain off and letting her float without any kind of worries except what Max is telling her to do.

Until all she can think of is him. The calm the comes with his presence and the way his voice falls over her like a soft blanket. Max is all she knows, occupying every crevice of her mind and leaving no room for anything else to creep in.

"How're you feeling, geliefd?" There is a lightness to his tone that makes her swoon.

She hums against his leg. "Warm, fuzzy, head empty."

"Then you stay here as long as you need, okay? I'll keep you safe."

And she does.

She falls into the warm embrace of Max's words. She lets him protect her and keep the dark ugly thoughts away.

With Max, her head is quiet. The voices can't come though. When they do, he's there to fight them back.

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 3 months ago

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Currently Watching - September

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 25.09.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

gif-requests are open, but you'll need to have some patience🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in September with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. First Note of Love 🇹🇼 (8/12)

I need them all to communicate more. Not about each other but with each other. And really listen to the other one. Most of the episode was the side couple and one discuss why he thinks they would never work out and the other one tries to tell him why he thinks they could make it work. At least they're talking.

2. I Saw You In My Dream 🇹🇭 (11/12)

I love these two together. They just work and are cute and you can feel the love between them. Yu is a really perfect first boyfriend. He doesn't push and just accepts Ai as he is. I enjoy their relationship so much. And now I am really curious what will happen in the last episode.

3. Jack & Joker: U steal my heart! 🇹🇭 (3/12)

I could watch War looking at this ring for an entire episode and I wouldn't be bored. He really nailed this episode with his many personas he played. He is indeed a good actor and such a pretty one too. And I was screaming, when Jack gave the ring to Joker and let him get away. And next week we get some redemption work. Can't wait!

4. Kidnap 🇹🇭 (4/12)

These two are so cute. I know shit is going down soon, but until then I enjoy those two flirting with each other to the max. Min is already so smitten by Q and Q is realising, his feelings are a little bit more than just friends. I really like it.

5. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Do you still believe I'll come back to this one? It is a really good series, but I can't motivate myself to dive into it right now 🙈

Finished in September

Series

Takara no Vidro 🇯🇵

We had our final today and I loved it! The fact both of them missed each other and communicated this. Taishin likes it when Takara opens up to him, because it makes him feel special and closer to him. And I get that. Takara is a person who doesn't talk much about himself, but who has so much anxiety and Taishin wants to share those burdens, because they are equal, because he wants to take care of Takara too. I started this series without any expectations and with mixed feelings, but it slowly became one of the gems of the week and I was so looking forward to this final episode! A really good 9 out of 10.

4 Minutes 🇹🇭

This was something else. You really have to pay attention to get this story. I like series with a not that sugar-coated ending and we definiteky got this with 4 Minutes. Not everyone got their happy ending. Even though Great and Tyme got their happy ending together, not everything was good here. That was kinda realistic in such a mystery series. But I must admit, I really liked Korn and Tonkla's ending. It was best for their story. I said what I said. This gets a good 9 out of 10.

Hidamari ga Kikoeru 🇯🇵

This series... I loved it with all my heart for the first half. And then I just got angry with it for multiple reasons. It is so hard for me to give this a rating. Damn. I bought the mangas because of this series and I read the first ones. The problem is, the story is really complex and that works for mangas and novels pretty well, because it gives the characters depth and well, a character. But it doesn't work like that in a series. Too many subplots take away the growth of the main characters. And if you throw in a new character in the middle of the show, don't make them that unlikable like Maya. She is way more likable in the manga. For me, the second half just doesn't work and it felt incoherent with the character development. They tried to stay too true to the source material. I wished I could love this series from beginning to end, but I couldn't. Overall I give it a 6,5 out of 10.

Seoul Blues 🇰🇷

I didn't like this one that much. Yes, they had good chemistry, but this whole cheating and evil ex plot was not for me. I don't know why. Usually I don't mind cheating plots and find them kinda entertaining, but here it was not that good. I give it a 6,5 out of 10.

The Trainee 🇹🇭

Fun thing, even though this was a slow burn and we got a bunch of side stories, I really enjoyed this series! It was funny and entertaining and showed a good character growth for all its characters. That is something we don't get that often in a series. Nothing felt like a side story. They were all important for the plot as for the company. And Jane and Ryan are just cute and precious. I give this one a 9 out of 10.

Happy of the End 🇯🇵

We got our happy ending. And a time jump, but I think it worked really well with this series. Because Haoran needed the distance to Chihiro. He needed to understand that he isn't the bad guy in the story and that Chihiro was truely happy with him. He needed to heal for his own sake and on his own. I really liked the series, even though it is one of the series with the most trigger-warnings. I am just happy to see them happy in the end, after all they've been through. A strong 9 out of 10 for me.

The On1y One 🇹🇼

This series gave me everything. A warm feeling in my cold heart. Butterflies in my stomach. A good laugh. Some tears. And a bunch of heartbreaks! Damn! This was such a good ride! Those two, Tian and Wang, are soon to be step-brothers and they're in love with each other. Tien knew this since the first time he saw Wang and we could whitness Wang slowly recognising his feelings for Tian. And we didn't get a happy ending. If you will, this is an open end, but there is no working through these feelings. We just end as devastated as Tian, because Wang has built up his emotional walls again to keep distance to Tian. Because they're will be brothers and that means they can't be lovers. This hurts so bad and good at the same time! And the acting is superb! I love this series so much! A 10 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in September

Cityboy_Log 4.2 🇰🇷

This is too confusing for me. I don't get the episodes or the seasons and definitely not the plot. They are all friends and the whole cheating part from last season is just forgotten. I guess I will look into it from time to time, but for now, I drop it.

Looking forward to in September

Live in Love - Trailer (Sep 1st)

Happy of the End (Sep 3th)

Kidnap - Trailer (Sep 6th)

The Hidden Moon - Trailer (Sep 7th)

Jack and Joker - Trailer (Sep 9th)

Unlock your Love - Trailer (Sep 11th)

The Time of Fever - Trailer (Sep 12th)

Love Sick - Trailer (Sep 14th)

Bad Guy my Boss - Teaser (Sep 15th)

Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Sep 17th)

Chaser Game W2: Utsukushiki Tennyotachi (Sep 20th)

Uncle Unknown (Sep 20th ?)

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 months ago

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"I can and I will sue." For max and rafe

"Is that bapak's Burberry coat?"

The voice is loud and screechy. Max turns around in amusement. "Hey, what's up?"

"Is that bapak's Burberry coat?" Rafael asks him again, a little calm this time, but not entirely collected.

"Oh, yeah," Max nods and turns back again, facing himself in the mirror. "Cute, right?"

"Burberry is chic, not cute," Rafael informs primly. "If you want cute clothes, you should wear something from H&M."

"Okay, asshole, what's your problem?" Max demands, turning around again. The coat twirls around him. He kinda likes it.

"You don't even like coats!" Rafael points out.

"I've been getting into them lately," Max shrugs.

"What about wearing tanktops and keeping your arms exposed?" Rafael rolls his eyes. "You're the one who said you have to give the people what they want."

"Is your problem I'm wearing a coat or that I'm wearing bapak's coat?" Max raises an eyebrow.

"Bapak and I share clothes!" Rafael whines loudly. "It's our thing."

"First of all, you don't share clothes, you take his clothes. He never wears yours-"

"It's our thing, Max!" Rafael informs hotly. "This is basically theft of personal property. I can and I will sue."

Max simply rolls his eyes at that and turns to the mirror again, fiddling with the belt of the coat.

"You find something else to bond over," Rafael points out, still annoyed by the fact that Max has bapak's attention now.

Max really doesn't give a shit about the coat. But he does enjoy riling his brother up. "No. I think I'll start sharing clothes with him too."

"Why can't you wear dad's clothes instead?" Rafael suggests.

"Why do you hate me?" Max counters.

"Max," Rafael groans again. "I don't want to argue about this. You know I will win."

"Just because you're a lawyer, it doesn't mean you will win every argument," Max informs with a huff. "Also bapak said I can keep this."

"He let you keep it?" Rafael's eyes widen.

He totally did not. Max tries not to grin. "Hm-hm. Said it suits my skin tone better."

"You're lying," Rafael shakes his head. "Bapak only allows borrowing. You can't just keep his stuff."

"No, you can't just keep his stuff," Max corrects his brother. "He said I can keep it."

"You are not responsible with clothes!" Rafael says incredulously and points at Max's shirt underneath the fancy coat. "Like, where are your buttons even?"

"Buttons are for babies," Max replies and turns to his brother again. "Bapak obviously thinks I am the one hot enough for his clothes."

"He does not think that," Rafael rolls his eyes.

"He does. He also thinks you sweat too much in his clothes," Max hums. "He said your sweat smells like Chairman's poop."

"Excuse me, my sweat smells like lemongrass," Rafael hisses at him. "Ask Anjali."

"What on earth are you to yelling about?" Bapak walks into Max's room, looking frustrated with all the yapping.

"Bapak!" Rafael all but screams. "Max stole your coat!"

"He didn't steal it, he asked me first," Bapak informs, making Max cackle in the background. Rafael wails at that, making their father chuckle.

"Darling, it's just a coat, it really does suit him better," Bapak shrugs, the generous king.

"It starts with a coat," Rafael grumbles in annoyance. "It's our thing, bapak."

"Now it's everyone's thing," Max informs happily. "Bapak, I am borrowing your silk scarves tomorrow. I'm trying this new thing with my hair."

"Bapak!" Rafael wails again, like a child. "He's going to take all your clothes and I won't have any left."

"Then I'll simply have to buy more, don't I?" the man winks and walks out of the room.

Rafael turns to him furiously. "I am going to start working out with dad. It's no longer going to be your thing."

His brother walks away furiously to meet their dad at the gym downstairs. Max shrugs as he turns back to the mirror.

He waits.

Rafael returns after five minutes. "I will start tomorrow."

"It's leg day, isn't it?" Max giggles.

"Fuck off, Max," Rafael smacks him on the head.

#idk what this is lmaooooo #max and rafe #my ficlets

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erelavent · 29 days ago

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The streets are saying that Checo is going to lose his seat. If that's true, here's what I think should happen. I think Checo should finish out the year at Redbull because, let's face it, Redbull doesn't really have anyone to replace him with at this point in time. Liam Lawson is too green, Yuki isn't white enough, and I don't think Daniel wants that drive badly enough to subject himself to the humiliation of crawling back to Redbull.

The best option for Redbull would be to negotiate with Williams for Franco Colapinto. Here is why:

Franco needs a seat, and Redbull has one.

If Checo does leave this year, Redbull loses 2 of its most profitable drivers in the span of a few months. That doesn't just affect Redbull, F1 themselves know it's a problem because Checo admittedly brings in a large Latin American audience. Franco Colapinto could serve as a replacement and keep Latin American engagement and sales high.

Franco is also just a very engaging driver overall. Outside of the Latin American sphere, he has garnered a lot of fans in a very short time.

Franco Colapinto has proven himself to be speedy and have pretty good race craft even in that super temperamental Williams. He adapts really quickly, which will come in handy at Redbull, where the learning curve is steep. He can prove to be a good partner to Max and help Redbull get back into championship contention next year.

Franco won't challenge Max. He's too young and inexperienced to be a major threat to Max, so he'll aid and abet his war crimes without causing any major drama.

Alternatively, here are some reasons why Franco Colapinto shouldn't take that 2nd Redbull seat if it's offered:

It's cursed. No one ever has ever had a good time in that 2nd seat. Pierre Gasly and Alex Albon are screaming, "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending" from the sidelines. That second redbull seat will chew you up and spit you out. Franco may come out worse rather than better on the other side.

Franco won't actually get to challenge Max. There is a clear #1 driver on that team, and if Franco has championship dreams, as he should, he isn't gonna achieve them at Redbull. The last thing he wants is to be relegated to a second driver for the rest of his career.

He will obviously serve as the token Latin American representation Redbull needs after replacing Checo. I've said it before, F1 needs to do actual work to organically grow it's Latin American fan base rather than relying on single drivers to bring in the fans.

I'm sure there are other points but these are the ones that come to the forefront of my mind right now.

#f1 #formula 1 #franco colapinto #red bull racing

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────── AO3 VERSION

Max isn’t feeling the car anymore.

It doesn’t feel his. The way the wheel turns, how the engines fail to perform, the buttons don’t even listen to him. It’s stupid. It’s frustrating. Max feels like he’s inching closer to insanity because of a failing fucking car not doing what he wants. Qualifying is going to shit tomorrow, he already knows that.

Maybe it upsets him more because he feels the same way with himself sometimes. But thinking into that more would probably lead him to a spiral of said insanity.

“Max,” someone calls him as he’s trying to exit the paddock. It’s Toto.

“What do you want?” He just wants to leave. He wants to drown in his simracing and forget Formula 1 ever existed.

Toto doesn’t seem to care about his crisis. “Can I talk with you for a second?”

He knows where this is going. “Look mate, I told you million times before. I don’t want—”

“I know,” he sighs, “but I’m not so sure if your answer before will be the same as your answer now. If you don’t want to talk now, perhaps tomorrow. Just after qualifying, yes?”

Max could very well be simracing tomorrow. Hell, he could be finding some nice enough alpha to fuck him to oblivion.

He says, “Sure. But don’t think my mind would change.”

“I seriously doubt so.”

Toto leaves him. Max is torn apart.

When he gets back to the hotel an the comfort of his makeshift nest—something amateurish, not something a proper omega would even make when they were a wee little pup—he wants to bury himself in it forever.

He’s bare naked, uncomfortable in his own skin. The softness of pillows and the messiness of blankets is the only thing that tries to keep his thoughts tame. He needs this. He wants to keep this forever.

Nothing happens and he cries. A singular tear falls and suddenly he’s sobbing into the pillow.

Max isn’t an alpha—he is, technically. Yet that part of him feels like the most wrong part of him. Even then, he isn’t even an omega either. He hates his strong scent and masks it with blueberry in his own home. He hates the way his body is seen as more alpha than omega. He hates how he feels so alone with no one to care for him, because which fucking alpha would like someone like him?

He hits the pillows once. Twice. He kicks his legs and now he’s writhing about in frustration. The scream he lets out is gutteral but it’s muffled by the abundance of pillows.

Sleep looms over his head the same way dread does. He doesn’t want to wake up tomorrow. Perhaps he could just sleep in and forget about this all.

What a dream that would be.

────── SHORT WHILE LATER. . .

Qualifying goes as well as he expected. Max throws his wheel out in frustration. In front of him, he sees Lewis get out of his car.

Pole position. Fucking pole position.

If that was last year, he would be right there in the middle. He would have only needed to come out once to get into pole. Not a single fucking effort would be made.

Look at him now—begging for his engineers to fix whatever it is that’s making his car act like a tractor.

After a quick meeting with the team, one where he didn’t suppress any form of anger at all, he left for Mercedes’ garage. He can’t really go inside and ask around for Toto. Luckily, he sees George just about exiting.

“George,” he calls, the man turning to look at him. “Have you seen Toto?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s right over in Lewis’ motorhome,” he says. “What’d you need him for?”

Max shrugs. “Just another discussion.”

George knows what he’s talking about. Max knows that he’s clinging to his seat like his life depends on it. He tries not to dwell on that too much.

“Yeah, well, good luck,” he says, patting him on the back, “he’s quite a hard one to convince otherwise.”

They leave in different directions. Lewis’ motorhome is pretty much near his. Just a few steps away and he’s right next to Hamilton himself.

Though he does have quite the respect for him, he hates racing with him. Maybe it’s because of 2021. Maybe it’s because they don’t mix well together at all.

The few times that they met after 2021, he was met with a sour look on Lewis face. Passing by him in the paddock, he sees the man take a swift and cover his face. Fucking hell. Can he smell the scent of different alphas on him or what?

Not only that but he refuses to talk to him. Even if he does try to start conversation, especially during FIA conferences, Lewis doesn’t even look at him and replies half heartedly. He looks irritated and squeamish each time.

So fuck him. If he does end up in George’s seat next year, he doesn’t want to deal with Lewis. Not at all. It doesn’t matter if meeting him for the first time he had stars in his eyes, or how he still wishes that whatever it is between them simply goes up, he hates his fucking guts.

Absolutely.

He fucking hates him.

…

Ugh .

Max hears distinct voices behind Lewis’ door. One of them raises their voice and the other is clearly more calm. He can’t hear what they’re talking about though. When Max knocks, the conversation stops.

It takes a few seconds before the door is opened to him. Toto is looking at him with indifference. He can’t see Lewis from here.

“Just in time,” he steps back, “come right in.”

“Toto, you can’t just let anyone in—” he sees how Lewis stops pacing back and forth when their eyes meet. “Max?”

He dooesn’t respond and Lewis turns away, sighing as his shoulders drop.

“I can let Max in whenever I want. My team is paying for this vehicle and you are still under me.” Max can hear the pure Alpha in Toto’s voice. It sends shivers down his spine. “Do you understand?”

He expects Lewis to retaliate somehow. No way is he just going to give up this authority, right? Is it just because Toto is considered the higher alpha in this room?

Lewis finds a seat on the couch and drops himself there. “Whatever business you have, I don’t want to hear it.”

Something is odd. Max didn’t notice it before but he notices it now when Lewis is close to him. He smells… stronger than usual. His scent is much more overpowering. His overall posture is closed off and his face is hardened.

He can’t think about it more when Toto ushers him to sit down beside Lewis. He feels a gaze on him as he sits. He starts to feel dizzy in Lewis’ scent.

“Both of you need to hear this anyways. That is if Max decides to finally take up my offer,” Max opens his mouth to retaliate but Toto beats him to it, “Max, need I tell you your current predicament?”

“They will fix it,” he says, not needing anything more from Toto.

“Fix what?” he asks, “Do they know what’s wrong with it or are they just hoping for the best? I told you, Checo has been saying the car is fucked.”

He thinks about that one clip of Toto saying that exact same line. There’s nothing in him to make him laugh. Lewis scent is… fuck.

“I don’t care—”

“Newey is signing for Aston Martin, do you know that?”

Fuck no. He thought that man was retiring!

“How are your engineers, Max? Can they really find what’s wrong? Where will they get the money to fix it?” Toto steps forward. The two alpha scents cornering him is making him go mad, “Are you sure that you know what you’re doing?”

A growl comes out beside him.

Lewis has his legs spread wide as his head is thrown back into the couch. “You two… I can’t fucking think! Both of you leave right now or I swear—”

“Lewis,” Toto shushes him, “watch your attitude.”

Another growl comes out of Lewis, rebelling against Toto. The superior alpha isn’t phased at all.

“Don’t act like this now, Lewis. I’m trying to help you.”

“Help me with what?” he screams, almost jumping in his seat. “All you’re doing is trying to get Max in George’s car for next year!”

“Yes,” Toto admits, “and for you to mate him.”

What.

What the fuck?

“Toto, what the fuck?” Max stands up but he quickly falls back, getting dizzy with the sudden pheromones in the room. “Ugh… fucking hell.”

“I am sorry to admit this but Max, I know of your… predicament,” Toto says, kneeling down so he can look at Max eye-to-eye. “I’ve done my research on you. I’ve also seen your hotel rooms. I know you hide no omega there except yourself.”

Holy fuck. Max wants to strangle Toto now. “You fucking bitch!” he reaches for his collars, “You’re disgusting! You’re so fucking desperate and this is… You’re fucking perverted!”

“It was not my intentions the first few times,” he says, “Is it my fault that Horner is giving me keys to your room? Do you know that he’s willing to sell you to Mercedes?”

It’s like problem after problem. Max is being stacked with so many things that he feels like he’s falling apart.

His car is giving him more dysphoria than his body, Toto finds out that he’s basically a crossdresser and wants him to be Lewis’ mate, and Christian Horner is trying to sell him like a whore.

What the fuck?

“I’m not dealing with this. I fucking can’t,” he doesn’t want to try standing again but he needs to leave. He’s overwhelmed. He can’t take this anymore.

“Max, calm down,” Toto presses a hand on his chest. “Let me make my intentions clear.

“I am asking for your consent to go to Mercedes. I’m not taking any money from Horner. And yes, I know I took the keys from him for your hotel room and I came back afterwards. I only apologise for sneaking in after, that one is… guilty. That is why I am apologising now and telling it to you myself.

“I am also asking you to help with Lewis… issue,” he turns to the man brimming with arousal, “he refuses to take any escorts, he also refuses to take suppressants and promises not a single rut is on a race weekend, and he’s also fighting the desire to be with you at all times.”

“Toto!” That makes Lewis sober for a second. “You aren’t—... what the fuck?”

“I know everything about my drivers,” he says, then looks to Max, “and any potential ones.”

“You know how fucking messed up you are, right?” Max says, trying to keep himself steady in the midst of this mess. “This is fucked up. You’re fucked up. Lewis doesn’t even consent to this!”

“It’s not like—” Lewis tries to defend himself, but he’s shy to whatever he was about to say. “I… I mean. Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”

Toto moves away, sighing. “If you don’t want me to say it, then you will. I’m getting tired of all your moaning about.”

Lewis growls but it’s more to himself than Toto. “This is stupid.” Toto doesn’t seem bothered at all. “Fuck, fine. I’ve had… I’ve liked you for quite a while now.”

Max blinks. “Are you talking to me?”

“Certainly not talking to Toto,” he sighs. “Shit, this is difficult. This is fucking embarassing and I really don’t want to try talking when all I want is to be fucking into someone right now.”

Max tries to push away the thoughts of being his someone.

“I’m not letting the both of you leave. I need this issue solved today so you can race tomorrow,” says Toto, locking the door to the motorhome. “So talk.”

Lewis huffs. There’s a dragged out silence before he finally turns to Max. “I’ve… I’ve always liked you. You’re endearing. Some fresh new kid that knows how to run his mouth and gets what he wants. Sometimes I think you’re like me, in a way.

“And it was weird because you’re an alpha. Or, at least biologically, I guess,” he shrugs. “I don’t care who you are. At least not after a while. But I can’t deal with that you might not like me because I’m an alpha. So I just… never bothered.”

Max tries to think of a very reasonable way to reply. “I’ve been fucking alphas for years now. I’m pretty sure I would still fuck you.”

That pretty much gets the point across.

“Oh,” Lewis looks lost. “That’s… yeah, that’s fine. I mean, sure, I’m maybe fucking jealous but I don’t own you.”

“Then court him and mate him,” Toto says, breaking the mood, “but first, I need your rut gone. Now that you’re still clear headed, I need you to know that I will not be able to find someone to replace your by tomorrow. So either you try to end your rut yourself by tonight painfully or the both of you get over your pining and get on with it.”

“And how are you so sure that I like him back?” Max says, noticing the hurt on Lewis’ face.

“Lucky guess,” Toto says, “Plus, not like you weren’t blushing just earlier in Lewis’ confession. So maybe stop messing around and, as I said, get on with it.”

“This is fucking weird, you know that, right?” Lewis says. “It’s super unethical and I could report you for this.”

Toto crosses his arms wordlessly. He only tilts his head as his eyes jump between the two of them. Some odd communication comes between the two of them and it seems like Toto wins.

“Okay, yeah, whatever,” says Lewis. “Max… just, you don’t have to say yes—”

“Yeah no, I’ll fuck you.”

Lewis chokes on air. “What?”

“I mean, you’ll fuck me. That’s how I prefer it. Unless you..?”

Lewis shakes his head. “As I said, you don’t have to say yes.”

“But I want to?” Max runs a hand through his hair. “You’re right. This is the weirdest fucking thing ever but I’m not turning this down now. I’ve been wanting you for so long and just… this is the weirdest opportunity but I’ll take it.”

It takes a moment for Lewis to finally catch up with reality. Maybe it’s the rut finally seeding into his brain that makes him unable to think. “Okay,” he finally catches up, “Yeah. Sure. Thank you.”

Max points a finger to Toto. “And you… are you staying?”

“I’ll be right outside,” Toto reaches to leave but Max yells at him to stop. Lewis is confused.

“I… I think I know why you came back to my hotel room multiple times, Toto,” he can see the fear in Toto’s eyes. “You want me too, don’t you?”

He doesn’t respond to that. Max knows he’s caught him. “Get a chair and watch. You don’t get to touch me until I tell you to. This is me trying to help Lewis, and this is me trying to hurt you.”

Beside him, Lewis moans. Max expected him to retaliate or force Toto to leave. But thankfully, he seems pretty turned on by this. Or maybe that really is just the rut talking.

“Now,” Max sighs as he turns so his legs are on either side of Lewis. “Why don’t you show me how a real alpha fucks?”

Lewis pounces on him like an animal. He doesn’t give him any time at all as their lips lock together desperately. Saliva escapes their mouths as Lewis forces Max’s lips open with his tongue. All of Max’s moans get muffled in Lewis’ mouth.

Below him, he feels Lewis palm him through his jeans. He cries out, getting caught off guard. “Lew…” he mumbles, the sound getting caught in his throat as he starts to drool with the way Lewis’ hips grind into his.

“Finally,” Lewis pulls away, “I don’t want to hear another word from you, okay? Tell me to stop, moan my name, or say nothing at all. I’m tired of talking.”

Max gets the memo as Lewis goes for his neck. He immediately tenses as he feels canine brush against his scent glads. He’s sure to have released more of his rotten alpha smell.

For a moment, he’s scared that it would turn Lewis off. He remembers his face everytime he passes by him.

Yet, all he can hear is a moan as Lewis grounds his hip deeper. He’s groaning into his neck as he licks at his scent gland, begging for more of his scent.

For the first time, he’s happy with the way he smells.

“Lew,” he moans, hands catching the end of his shirt and pulling it up. He doesn’t say more as he meets his movements, trying to get friction on his neglected cock. He whines as Lewis pushes him down.

“No,” he says, voice gravelly and deep as a true alpha, “Stay down, omega.”

Max keens. He feels like he’s close to cumming and he shivers with the command. He nods, following his alpha to heart.

He’s maneuvored onto his stomach instead. He catches a glimpse of Toto—finally remembering his presence—and he’s sat there with his hands on his cock. He doesn’t look ashamed to be caught masturbating already.

Part of him wants to tease and mock. But his jeans and his briefs get pulled down and all of a sudden there’s hot breath in his rim.

“Lewis!” he yells, “What are you—?”

“What did I say, omega?” he growls, “you say only stop or my name. So what is it you’re going to say now?”

He can feel the way Lewis’ mouth is so close to him. He’s breathing to his hole and he can’t help but think about his scent is the most prominent there. How he’s practically quivering in excitement about being filled.

Max puts his head down and wiggles his ass. He has nothing else to say.

“Good little, omega,” Max moans as he feels the wet tongue lap at his rim.

He can’t have natural slick. Or at least, he can’t yet. Max wants to be able to leak for Lewis, making fucking way easier for them in the future. But at the same time, he’s going to miss the way this would feel.

Lewis is moaning and mouthing at his ass like it’s the only meal he’s had in days. He’s teasing his tongue over the quivering hole, making sure to cover all crevices on the outside and teasing only the tip in a few times.

When he does push in, he slaps Max’s ass once to push his tongue inside. Max cries out, legs shaking as one falls down the couch. Lewis holds him tight as he fucks his tongue inside out of him. Soon enough, he feels two fingers easily slip inside.

He moans brokenly, scratching on the couch as he turns to look at Toto again. “Lewis…” he moans, mouth dropping as he really takes a look at Toto’s cock.

It’s big even in his own hands. Toto’s knot is barely formed but he can see the base of it, just coming closer to the edge from this alone. He notices that he matches his strokes to Lewis fingers, probably imagining fucking into his ass a few times.

“To— ngh ,” Lewis slaps him again but doesn’t stop. “Toto…”

Toto looks at Lewis as if he’s asking permission. There’s nothing that comes out of him so Toto approaches, kneeling down so that he’s facing Max. Max pushes himself up to his elbows and kisses Toto.

His lips are much rougher than Lewis’. It’s different. It’s odd. It makes him moan as Lewis pushes another finger in, drooling all over Toto’s chin as he feels close to cumming already.

Suddenly, Lewis pulls his ass up. It seperates him from Toto and he whines at the loss. “Such a needy fucking slut,” Lewis says, slapping his ass again. The sting is much harder and Max is sure he’s stained the couch from pre-cum already.

“You wanna feel both Toto and I’s dick? You’re so fucking needy… and I thought you were my omega for the day?”

“Yours, Lewis,” he says, but he’s getting excited as Toto situates himself in front of him. “Ngh… fuck.” Toto’s scent is much stronger at his dick and fuck does he smell good. He smells so fucking addicting that he’s opening his mouth and drooling for it.

“Just like I thought,” Lewis has no malice in his tone. “Just a cute little omega wanting to be filled.”

Before Max could put his mouth on Toto, he’s positioned on his lap instead. He lets out a desperate sound as he feels Toto’s huge cock poke around at his hole. Lewis’ saliva was barely enough to fully stretch him. But fuck, he wants to feel them burn him from the inside.

Lewis positions himself behind Max too, his cock slapping between Max’s cheeks. Max has an idea of how this will go.

“Fuck me,” he begs, grinding down on both the alphas cocks. “Please… I promise I can take it. Let me make the both of you feel good.”

“And you were trying to control me earlier,” says Toto, his voice ringing in his ear that builds his arousal. “Yet all you are doing now is acting like an omega in heat. Are you in heat, Max?”

“Yes!” he cries, wrapping his arms around Toto as he tries to push their cocks inside. “Please, alphas… please breed my hole. Please breed my omegan hole~!”

He doesn’t know who pushes in first. But he feels the stretch of it and he immediately screams. “Agh!” he buries his neck in Toto’s neck, taking in the scent of an alpha as he relishes in the stretch. “M-o-ore! Please! More!”

The next one pushes in when the first is still halfway inside.

Max feels like he’s going crazy—

in the best way possible.

“Yes,” he moans, pushing down and loving how he’s getting stretched. His moans are drawn out and prolonged, acting like a cheap omegan whore being passed around. “So good… You feel so good, Lewis… Toto—ah, fuck !”

Lewis fucks him and he’s trying to cling onto Toto. He’s no longer talking behind him. All he could hear are heavy panting and grunts from the alpha. The rut instinct has finally kicked him to the point he can’t talk.

It’s him who’s focusing on ramming Max’s prostate. Toto stays almost still to keep him stretch and satiated. But soon Toto tries to move, not matching Lewis’ pace but still enough for Max to pant like a dog.

He can feel both of their cockheads in his prostate. It’s Lewis who’s abusing it while Toto is rubbing it like a lover. The way both of their cocks have stretched his unaccomodating hole is stacking onto the pleasure-pain. He goes dumb over the way it feels. He needs more of it. He’s demanding more of it.

Lewis inches closer, going slower but his thrusts getting deeper in him. Max feels both of their knots already pushing against his rim. “Knot…” he moans, getting excited but not able to thrust back, “Alphas, I’m… agh~ ... I want your knots.”

“No, Max,” Toto stops moving but Lewis doesn’t get the memo. “You’ll break.”

Max cries, pulling at Toto’s hair. For a brief second, Lewis falters, sensing an omega in distress. “I want it! Don’t tell me no, please. I don’t—fucking… I don’t care if it hurts. I want to take both of your knots.

“Breed me, Breed me. Breed me!”

Their groans interlap with each other as Lewis comes back to his pace. He feels Toto move faster as their cocks take turns at abusing his prostate. Lewis pushes out, Toto fucks in. He pulls out, Lewis goes in. They take turns at using his hole that he barely registers it when he comes.

The useless knot formed on his cock is left ignored as he comes undone on Toto’s shirt. He doesn’t think he notices it at first. But once Max has his hand on his cock, Toto follows suits and starts to stroke Max in time with his thrusts. It’s overwhelming.

Lewis is trying to push his knot in with each thrust. He’s groaning behind him. His hands are tight around his hips and he’s trying so hard to push it in when Toto is doing the same thing. Both alphas fight to knot him, trying to claim him as his. Max’s ego feels like it’s on fire and he has never felt so euphoric until this moment.

He wants to take both of them. He said so and he will do so. Bracing himself, he pushes down slowly… slowly. “Ah—alpha..!” he’s sobbing as he pushes down, both the alphas moaning low as they try to push in at the same time.

It’s overwhelming. Both of their knots pop in and Max cums again. This time, Toto rides his high with each stroke as their cocks pulse inside of him.

And as if this was heaven, they both shoot out an abundance of cum inside of him.

A primal part of Max is upset with this. The stupid alpha inside of him telling him that it’s wrong, it’s immoral. But holy fuck, he could get used to this.

He could get used to the way both alphas are treating him differently. Toto is moaning into his ear, stroking is cock slowly until it’s calmed. On the other hand, Lewis is trying to push himself deeper. He can barely move with their positions but he’s trying his hardest to get all of his cock inside Max. Letting the waves of his semen wash over his insides as if he wants it to take.

“So fucking good,” Lewis moans, going back to his scent glands to breathe him in. “So fucking good. Like a… true omega. My omega.”

Max moans as he feels Lewis wash him over with another round of his cum. Toto stops grinding into him and rests. Lewis is telling him how good he is, how an omega like him should be pregnant with an alpha like him.

“Made for me,” he says. “You’re made for this, omega. Taking my cock… You’re so good. So fucking good. Mine. My omega. Fuck…”

He doesn’t know how long their knots last. He’s not sure who stopped first as both of them didn’t let him go. They all caught their breath as they struggle to come back to reality.

Max is sure that the couch is ruined. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Toto pulls away first, though. He whines at the lost of contact as Lewis pulls him back into his lap. “Stay there,” says Toto, “I’ll get wet tissues for the both of you. I’ll have a car drive here to pick you up both.”

Max doesn’t need to say anything more. On Lewis’ lap, he feels content. He feels cum drip down his thighs and the loss of it makes him sad.

Then again, he will be fucked later. Again and again until he has Lewis’ litter. That makes him a little happier.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . okay so i may have gotten carried away with this one. i almost posted late so my bad. technically, i did, because i accidentally deleted the tumblr post but i timed the ao3 one correctly. so now it forever bothers me that technically this one wasn't posted on the right time. anyways, still hope you liked it! ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @tribbisweetdear @jamie2305 @yunnie-f1 @mv1simp

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tinyapplejuice · 3 months ago

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Could you do surge x reader dating headcanons?

SURGE DATING HEADCANONS

✧.*

•Surge is definitely one charming robot. I mean you’re dating a literal superhero?? Like hello? Is that not a flex for any of you guys?! Anyway, as a boyfriend, he’s definitely an energetic person to date, he’s very flashy too if you ask me about it.

•Surge always knows how to lift your mood whenever you’re sad or mad somehow, even though he’s not exactly the comfort you originally expected. I mean he’s the party dude, he should know how to get the crowd riled up! Whenever you’re frowning and he sees it on your face, he will be instantly ready to boost your feelings! However, if it’s a more serious matter, yep…he’s definitely going to be faced with some backlash from you. Yikes.

•That also includes him knowing how to make you laugh and trying his best to make you smile. Even though some of them are bad, you can’t help but smile at his confident attempts at his jokes. It’s cute!

•He LOVES it when his lover compliments him, he likes being praised. It makes him wired up to the max! You could even see him being pumped out! He loves receiving attention from his lover and also from the public, he likes it when they talk good things about him. It boosts his confidence! But he also likes physical affection and gift giving too if you wanna know more about him. He’s a sucker for those things too. He absolutely melts at whatever affection his lover gives him.

•It will be funny if he gets a sugar rush from his energy drinks and whenever you see him in that moment, he’s going haywire and screaming in a crazy way as he bounces off of the room.

•Also I feel like he’s the type of person to say “Chill dude” or “Take it easy” whenever he sees someone mad. I have no idea why but it just fits his character for me at least. It’s so funny because it will definitely irritate the person a hundred times more but also, poor you because he seems the type of person to say that whenever he sees you so angry. HE DEFINITELY SAYS BRO TOO!!!! NO MATTER THE GENDER HE WILL SAY BRO!!! That’s basically his pet name, help I can’t take that seriously.

•Sometimes Surge forgets that you’re someone who has emotions and oftentimes takes you for granted. He accidentally emotionally neglects you even though it wasn’t his intention at all. At first, the dating process was smooth- it was like a fairytale because you were dating someone famous, someone cool and flamboyant. Someone that was perceived by the public, as someone with a good heart. But of course, you had to witness the harsh and tragic reality of dating someone like Surge as the days went by. In times of desperation time when you’re at your worst, you’ll start to notice that he wasn’t around to comfort you. He’s always at his job, working or hanging out with his buddies like Meg or Max. He doesn’t have time for you but surely you understand that he’s a hero, right? You understand how important he and his duties are to the city, you won’t mind if he is gone for a couple of days, right? Well, no that’s obviously not going to work.

•I could imagine him trying to make things up with gifts and such but eventually it just seems pitiful that you don’t even want the expensive stuff later. And then he’s left with nothing but actually has to face the problem itself and even then he doesn’t know how to take it

. •Do you also think he’s someone who refuses to be wrong? I could also see him as someone who just doesn’t have this mindset to be in the wrong but that’s like a stretch even for me. OOH, BUT HE'S SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T LIKE TO BE VULNERABLE LIKE IMAGINE. HE'S FINE WITH YOU RANTING THINGS TO HIM BUT WHEN IT’S REVERSED HE STRUGGLES SO HARD UGH!!!

•Surge is a good robot at heart, he loves to help people after all his duty is to protect the city. You could even see him helping his teammates, always ready to defend them. But he’s not someone who can emotionally be there if you know what I mean. Physically yes as he’s always used to doing those types of things. He’s not used to seeing you break down and he truly doesn’t know how to comfort you.

•On a light-hearted note, he’s the type of lover to give you his very own merch. You have to LIKE it. Heh can you just imagine coming up to you to give you a mini figure of him and then you display it? It makes him happy and would often treat the figure as a mini him.

• Me and my sister had a debate on how Surge gets big like in the Summer of Monster Animation it is as if those Power Rangers things where that big Surge was controlled by the real one but we scrapped that idea and just went with “Oh he can change size however he wants to.” You know the Ultraman Rising movie where the guy grew size when he turned into Ultraman, yeah we decided to just do that. BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE WOULD, it’s confusing. But anyway, I can just imagine he tried to mess with you one time when you guys were inside your house but then he destroyed your building. I could just imagine him going “Whoops sorry man” and he had to help you rebuild your house.

•I could see him as someone who’s very tall and strong and despite your height, he’s a naturally big robot. He would always pick you up and twirl you around. Even if you're embarrassed, he would just do this unconsciously and just yell out something like, “WHOOOOOO!”

•STOPPP I COULD JUST IMAGINE HIM BEING MESSY WITH HIS KISSING!! LIKE IMMEDIATELY HE SLAMS HIS LIPS AGAINST YOURS AND IT SEEMS LIKE A DESPERATE ONE!! I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THINKING ABOUT IT, HE DOESN’T SEEM THE TYPE OF PERSON TO BE ‘FORMAL’ AND GENTLE IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN. HE'S THE TYPE OF PERSON TO BE BOLD AND LIKE AHHH!

•You got yourself an unlimited supply of soda thanks to your man. It would be super funny when you first tried it out, he accidentally sent you flying because of how strong the force of the soda was. But hey, he doesn’t mind it if you want a drink, he has an endless supply of them! But if you ask him how he has it, he probably doesn’t know about it himself as well or he does. It honestly depends.

•I could imagine him being good with humans like he can socialize with them well, and yes even with kids. I mean his overall energy is just so pleasant like he can hype everyone to be in a cheerful mood. Everything about him screams about him being the party dude. He’s not going to be awkward during conversation and he will definitely carry on with his smooth talking.

•Meg and Max were definitely surprised that Surge has gotten with someone but at the same time, it isn't. If you were best buddies with these gals, they would have been instantly very VERY supportive. But even if you guys didn’t know each other, they’re both pretty nice and cool people and they would have gotten attached to you sooner or later. If they’re Surge’s best friends, they are yours too now. It’s just how it works.

•He’s the type of guy to go to the news reporter and say this is a shoutout to my very awesome lover!!! Or along those lines. And just rant about how much he loves you. I don’t know but just as I said before he has a way with words. LIKE IMAGINE HIM RANTING FOR HOURS AND THEN THE NEWS REPORTER JUST CHANGES THE TOPIC BECAUSE THEY ARE GETTING ANNOYED WITH HIM.

•He definitely loves his upgraded forms like it’s pretty sick?! Especially his last one, I mean he gets these amazing sunglasses, wings, and a lightsaber?! But if he can only use it in his normal day-to-day life I could see that he can only use it when he’s doing his hero job. But he will flex them to you.

•You know how like most of the time his eyes are just a line, imagine if he ever gets flustered, you can get to see his eyes open and he lets out a goofy smile. I don’t know if it will be so funny to see his eyes open for the first time.

Guys I’m always in the biggest and fattest writing block, I litteraly had to force myself to write a few more headcanons for this guy. School has been piling me up work even though it just started like a few weeks ago so I’m not going to be proud of some headcanons. But anyways, I love this dude. HES SO COOL AHHHHHHH!!!

#brawl stars #brawlstars #headcanons #brawl stars x reader #x reader #brawl stars surge #surge brawl stars #surge #brawl stars surge x reader

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 8 months ago

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19 with Dwayne please!!🫶

"I'm trapped! The sun's coming up and - please help... please?"

I hope you like this!💜

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I took a slow, deep breath as I looked at my surroundings. Rocks. The ground was solid rock, the walls were solid rock - and I had no idea how I was going to get out of here. If I had fed, like Dwayne had advised me, I might have been able to fly out of the hole I'd found myself trapped in. The problem was that I hadn't been able to. I couldn't feed. I had frozen up, I had panicked, I had looked on in horror when the boys tore their victims apart...

I hadn't known what to do. I had been scared, not realising that this was what they had in mind when it came to feeding. It hadn't even been my decision - to change, that is. I hadn't been ready to change. I definitely hadn't been ready to feed. But Max had demanded that I changed and fed, and so David and the others were obliged to follow his command. Dwayne had told me so, just so I would know that it wasn't his choice to force me into this. I had known that. I had also known that I had no choice: if I didn't do as the boys told me, they would be in trouble. Honestly, no one would be able to win in this situation. And, honestly, I somehow managed to let both me and the boys loose. Great.

I sighed, ignoring the hunger I felt. When they'd talked about feeding, I had imagined a quick, clean hunt. A single bite, draining one victim of its blood, and that was it. I thought it would be similar to what one would see in those old black and white movies. This bloodbath? It was horrifying. And in my fear, I'd done something stupid.

I stood on the top of the hill, frozen, trying to catch my breath and failing to do so. And there he was, holding my hands, grounding me.

"Breathe, love. Look at me," he said softly, waiting for me to do so. He pulled me closer, embracing me. We stood there for a while until I pushed away.

"It's horrible." I said after a while, my voice no louder than a whisper.

"The first time always is. It doesn't matter whether you kill quick or slow - people have to die in order for us to thrive."

"I don't - not like this.. you never said it would be like this? You- why would you not tell me?"

Dwayne sighed. "Because I knew how you'd respond. If it were up to me, we would have gone about it differently."

"Then why didn't you?"

"It wasn't up to me. You know that."

I was beginning to feel angrier with the second, and he just stayed calm. Compassionate. He understood. And that, above all else, pissed me off.

"You could have stopped them."

"No."

"You could have told me! You could have told me that I'd have to slaughter people like that!" I yelled at him.

"If I hadn't brought you here tonight, you would have been force fed by our sire. You don't want that."

"You don't know what I want! I didn't want any of this! I didn't want to -" I paused to take a breath, turning away from him. "I hate what you made me."

And then I ran. Over the hills, through the trees, all the way back to the cave. I sprinted down the stairs, slipping the final step and landing badly on my ankle. I cried out, both in pain and frustration. I got up, limping further and further into the cave, deeper than I'd ever been before. I couldn't see, and I just kept moving forward. Until forwards stopped. And the ground beneath me disappeared. I screamed as I fell, crying out when I landed.

I had already realised that I wouldn't get out of here on my own. There was no way I could climb up the smooth, rock walls. I sunk to the ground, leaning my head on my knees. I sighed, taking a deep breath, and realised I was crying. I hated how I'd lashed out at him, what I'd said, and how I ran. I hated that I had hurt him, that I let my fear control me - and how stupid I was for not talking about feeding before going with them. I cried until my tears no longer fell down my cheeks. It was only then, after I had stopped crying that I looked up. The pit I was in had gotten lighter.

I stared up with wide eyes, realising that I could see the night sky. The moon was still high, but I could already see the sky beginning to lighten, a dark orange visible. I shivered at the thought of this - sunlight would enter this pit. I would get severely burned if I didn't get out - apparently, even half vampires could not stay in the sun for long without experiencing any harm. If I didn't get out, my last conversation with Dwayne would have been one where I'd been angry and scared. Where I told him I hated him. That while I could say without a single doubt that he was the only person on this planet I ever truly loved. And I hadn't even gotten the chance to tell him that yet.

He had been my friend when I lost my friends. I had been his when some kids almost gotten them killed. I had learned to love life through him, and he'd told me that somehow I had made his eternity seem way too short. I had started leaving him little gifts whenever I had to leave the cave during the day, and I noticed that he did the same if he had to leave me in the early morning. No matter what happened, I realised he was my home. Every day, I woke up, excited by the prospect of seeing him again, of being with him again - and now, stubborn and scared as I was, I was about to burn in the sunlight without ever telling him what he meant to me.

"I don't know where they went. They're not here." I heard Paul's voice in the distance. The boys had come back home.

"Are you sure? Where else would -"

"Dwayne?!" I called out, my voice thick and raw.

I heard footsteps running towards me, and I called out again.

"I'm trapped! The sun's coming up, and please help... please?" My last please came out uncertain, almost as a plea.

"How did you get in here? Are you alright?" Dwayne stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at me.

"I think so. I didn't pay attention to where I was going and-"

I stopped talking as Dwayne jumped down, landing next to me as if it was nothing. I looked at him, not sure what to do. "I'm sorry for how I lashed out."

"I know," he nodded. "Next time, don't yell at the one who's always been there for you."

I nodded, trying to ignore the tears welling up in my eyes. He softly brushed them away with his thumb before holding me and flying up to the edge of the pit. We didn't say anything to each other as we retreated to my bedroom, both getting ready to go to sleep.

"I was so scared that the last thing I'd said to you would have been that I hated you." I said softly, unable to sleep.

Dwayne looked at me but didn't say anything, so I continued. "Because I don't. I don't hate that you changed me. I'm scared sometimes about what it all means, but I know -" I sighed, taking a deep breath. "I realised down there that - I, well, I don't think I can describe how much I actually love you. And I never even told you that..."

"You told me now." His hand brushed lazily through my hair. "And I'm glad you did."

"Me too," I said softly. I looked up to him, my head laying on his chest, my hand loosely in his free one, when he gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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land-of-evergreens-and-dye · 1 year ago

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I need someone to see this and write a full fledged fic for this cause my brain cannot put this idea into any sort of words outside of this outline. Y'all have my permission to take this and run with it.

Stranger things but outside of the obvious supernatural weird shit that already exists werewolves also exist (whether other creatures also exist is up to you), and Wayne Munson is one of the more known werewolves in Hawkins. It doesn't run in the family, Wayne just got bit one fateful night so Eddie is just plain human. But Eddie is considered part of Waynes' very small pack. Wayne himself doesn't play into traditional werewolf roles. He tried to join a pack that already existed, but found the roles and hierarchies tiresome and pointless so he decided to stick to just him and Eddie as pack. Then during the events of season one Steve gets bit by the demogorgon while trying to apologise to Jon. The bite acts almost like lycanthropy, turning him into a weredemogorgan of sorts. So now the party have a problem on their hands of trying to find how to help Steve when he shifts. Steve has taken to isolating himself thinking he's a monster. So Nancy came up with the great idea of Steve spending full moons with Wayne. They don't have to give up his identity if he doesn't want to, and won't he have to worry about hurting Wayne. Steve only agrees if Wayne will have him. It's one of the things everyone knows about the man he doesn't do packs.

Wayne is skeptical when Nacy first came to him with her plan. She can't really disclose a whole lot to him about a potential new pack member only that this new member does not shift into a wolf and if the government found out all hell would break loose. But he sees the desperation and maybe a little guilt in the girls eyes and agrees to help. Imagine his surprise when the next full moon brings this towering creature crammed into the back of chief Hopper's truck looking almost sheepish despite having no face. Eddie was informed of the new comer and nearly ran for the hills when he first laid eyes on him, and he would have if Hopper didn't give him a look that could've killed.

Steve seems happier with this new arrangement since he won't let anyone from the party near him while shifted too scared he'll hurt someone. And since he was turned by something made to be apart of a hive mind being with a pack, even one as small as this one is, during the full moon helps sooth his panicky hindbrain screaming at him to be near his family. As months pass he comes to think of both Munson men as part of his pack, even though they don't know who he is. Wayne is too old and tired to try and take on the role of a traditional alpha so Steve takes the role making sure Wayne is always comfortable and that Eddie is tucked between them so no harm can find him. Eddie hates that if he's not squished between his uncle and this giant creature said creature will come grab him from his room and practically drag him the the makeshift nest in the living room by the scruff. Wayne is no help only huffing a laugh at the miffed Eddie being forced to take part in a puppy pile.

Then as the events of season 2 come around more and of the party get bit (i.e. Max, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin). So the next full moon after the tunnels a pretty pissed Steve with 4 demodogs are added to the trailer, which is getting pretty small to house these rather large guests. Joyce at least looks a little guilty trying to quietly herd them into the trailer apologizing about not having enough time before the full moon to warn the Munsons that the pack was expanding. Eddie was happy thinking these new additions would mean he no longer had to be squished into the living room, but Steve seems to have other ideas. Now instead of being placed in the middle he's made to lay on the edge of the pile laying head to head with Steve acting as an outer wall with steve doing the same for the other exposed part of the pile. Eddie does not know what to make of this. With each passing full moon Steve becomes more more affectionate with Eddie. Making sure he eats and is always within "eye" sight of him. Eddie feels werid playinng the role of some high ranked pack member helping protect what he can only assume are the children of this pack. While also not even being the same species as anyone in said pack, its practically unheard of, but when has Eddie ever been normal.

Things continue on like this and Eddie decides to name his new pack mates given he can't keep calling them things 1-4, and no one has come forward claiming to be these creatures. The names are nerdy and said creatures accept this with as much grace as faceless beings can. And Eddie can admit that since spending more time with them has been pretty cool, although watching Steve act like an absolute mother hen to his wayward pups is pretty funny. Especially when they turn their pent up energy on Wayne giving him some much needed playtime, although when they get too rough with the old man Steve makes sure to growl until they let the old man go and start rough housing among themselves. (Still not sure if they would have their own hivemind between the turned demo creatures or not up to you).

But by the time season 3 comes around thankfully no one else gets bit, but 2 new members are added to the pack in the form of a very excited Robin Buckley and a very sarcastic Erica Sinclar both of which don't want to leave their scoops troop counterparts alone and will not let slip who these creature really are. It may be due to the loss of Hopper that Steve even allows this, but Eddie will not complain since he is now no longer the only human in this pack. He was kinda hoping with Robin being added to the group that his nest protection duties were over. Maybe even a little jealous that he could be replaced so easily. But nope he just now gets the live reaction of Robin and Erica witnessing the Eddie Munson get dragged from his room to the perimeter of the pile and lay head to head with the pack alpha. Robin has the biggest shit eating grin which is making Eddie blush and Steve growl in warning, and the kids are all makeing this garbled huffing almost laughing noise along with Robin and Erica. Wayne is amused and just enjoys the pack that he now finds himself surrounded by. The biggest change after the mall supposedly burnt down due to faulty wiring, outside of his new pack mates, is his new neighbors moving in next door who seem relatively nice but keep to themselves. That and one of the pups seems more snappy towards the others yet Steve doesn't always reprimand them, much to Eddie's confusion.

By the start of the school year Eddie finds himself surrounded by 3 very excitable freshies who are overly familiar with him. All of who keep trying to involve his new neighbor with their escapades, and he watches as every attempt is met with her snapping at them to leave her alone. Then there is the new development of watching a very flustered and strung out Steve Harrington play chauffeur for his newest hellfire members and his angry new neighbor. The former king is always impatiently waiting for them to exit the drama building and ushering them into his car akways making sure to wave to Eddie for some reason. It confuses the poor man how his freshman know the former king and what they told him about Eddie to get him to always wave at him like they actually know each other.

Then the spring break from hell happens and Eddie miraculously wakes up in a private hospital room that is crammed full with the whole party, Hopper and Wayne included. The only person missing is Max who thankfully only suffered a broken arm and leg this time with Vecna fully taken care of. The moment he's awake Steve is on top of him hugging him and berating him all at once. Wayne can't even save Eddie from Steve's wrath because he's also gearing up to give Eddie a talking to as well. In the end the demobat bites have the same affect on Eddie as every other demo bite so far he heals up pretty quickly and on the next full moon debuts his new demobat form. Taking his job as pack security very seriously now that his own brain is yelling at him to protect his packmates that are growing up too fast for both his and Steve's liking.

This obviously ends with Steve and Eddie together as the packs parents. The goverment pay out the nose for leaving the fate of the world in the hands of untrained underage humans and weredemos. The trailer gets upgraded to a house able to hold their ever growing pack. Hopper is able to convince Owens to keep the goverment away from his family. And they live happily ever after or something.

#stranger things #steddie #wayne munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler

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deadbydangit · 1 year ago

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First kisses

Hillbilly, Ghostface, Pyramid Head

Hillbilly

Did you think he actually had any idea what he's doing?

No. He does not.

He's been pondering over it for days.

How to bring it up?

Does he just... Kiss you one day?

Is he supposed to say something?

He's clueless.

And it's terrifying him.

So much so that it's to the point where anytime he looks at you he starts sweating bullets.

If you confront him about it, he'll anxiously tell you that it's nothing.

He goes to people that may be able to help him. Some ladies men as they're called

The worst people to ask: Ace and Danny

Until some of the more responsible female killers and survivors catch wind and stop Max before he asks them.

I.E. Sally and Claudette.

They give him tips and try to boost his confidence.

They'll coach him on how to bring it up, how to make sure he's doing it right.

And it isn't great.

So on the day of the kiss, Claudette and Sally are watching from the bushes, praying he'll be okay.

He doesn't remember any of their advice.

So he just holds your head in-between his hands and pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You actually end up bumping heads.

And the kiss was sloppy and almost missed.

And, due to his facial

Sally and Claudette are cringing.

And now Max is nearly in tears because he thinks it was so bad you're going to leave him.

Kiss his cheek and pull him back to you.

Let him know that you love him.

And that you're proud he worked up the courage to give you a kiss.

How impressed you are with his confidence.

And he will be pink.

The first kiss might've sucked, but that doesn't mean the ones in the future won't get any better.

Ghostface

He's been planning it.

For a while.

It could go one of two ways.

One.

It has to be perfect and memorable.

And a memorable moment to him doesn't always mean something positive.

He's the guy who would pretend to drown to get mouth to mouth, then kiss whoever is there.

So it might be something absolutely traumatic.

More than likely.

He's not great at romance, so he's going with what he does best.

Scaring people.

One day you'll both be walking, and he'll start screaming in pain, then fall to the floor.

If you go to check on him, he'll grab you and pull you into a kiss.

He's an asshole.

You can smack him after.

And he's going to laugh and remember your face for a long time.

If you started crying, he'll feel really bad and even apologize.

"I just wanted to make the first kiss something to remember. I never meant to scare you."

His sincerity is rare and charming.

You can forgive him this time.

Way two.

Cheesy pick up lines.

The worst he can think of.

"Hey cutie. Your lips look lonely. They should meet mine."

Before he grabs and kisses you.

And other really cringy pick up lines.

But, it is pretty cute.

And he's working so hard to impress you.

Throw him a bone and give him another kiss.

He worked so hard to make this perfect.

He deserves a reward.

Pyramid Head

His problem is different.

He doesn't have a face.

Or a mouth.

Or lips.

So it's physically impossible for him to kiss you.

But he really wants to.

That emotional and physical connection is something he truly craves.

But with no way to do so, he has to get creative.

He's always giving you hugs.

That's nothing out of the ordinary.

What is different is that he's keeping you in his arms for longer.

And that he takes your hand up to his head.

The part where a face might be.

And presses it to the general location of where the lips would be.

Then he'll face you and wait.

Hoping you'll say something, anything.

Say those three simple words.

The three words that can melt him like butter.

'I love you'.

It won't even take a second before you're engulfed in his arms with his head against your face.

Like what a real kiss would look like.

He feels guilty for not being able to give you that kind of love.

Make sure to give him lots of kisses.

And let him know you understand that he wanted to make this special.

Make sure to thank him for that kiss and love tenfold by burrowing him in a kiss.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd pyramid head #dbd hillbilly

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love-toxin · 2 years ago

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I am verrryyy interested in that horny hellcheer vampire AU, Ellie.

GIMME THE DEETS!!!!

>:)

(cws: vampire!hellcheer, f!angelface, post-s4, kidnapping, kinda yandere, friends to lovers, facesitting, f on f oral, size kink, breeding, tribbing, heavy blood kink and injury imagery, blood drinking, messy sex, tit sucking/lactation mention, threesomes.)

For one, both Eddie and Chrissy are still....kind of....alive in the Upside Down. It's been awhile since Vecna's been subdued so he doesn't pose much of a problem, and in fact, after the two of them had reunited they'd scoped out a home nearby--a big, sprawling mansion that they've carefully plucked through and cleaned up to make their own. It's three stories with slanted, black roofs and plenty of ornate rooms, with tall windows and a gothic structure that just tickles Eddie's fancy to the max. It's more intact than others they've come across too, and it's got dark-coloured furniture in soft blacks and vibrant wine red that just pull the whole place together, plus a fireplace in the living room! Those awful, root-like tendrils are dragged out or snipped away, the doors are fixed, the windows painstakingly replaced, and they even get lights working and candles so it seems a little less dark and dreary. Before long, they take up in it long enough that it provides some kind of warmth, and serves as a bubble protected from the danger and chilling duskiness of this other world.

But even though they can call it home, and they can cozy up next to each other as much as they want, there's something missing. There's some kind of void they wish to fill. They just can't put their pale fingers on it until they enter into the Right Side Up to do a little hunting for the cool season, since food is fairly scarce on the other side. It's hard to tell how much time has passed in the Upside Down, but when they stumble across you trudging through the snow in the woods, you don't look any different than when they knew you in life--just tired, but still beautiful. It's not even a question then, there's no debate; Chrissy and Eddie grab you and take you back to their world, too busy with gleefully snuggling you and kissing your face to be bothered by your kicking and frightened screaming. It's only until you punch Eddie and send him flying that they realize they're still in bat form, as it makes it easier for them to traverse Hawkins undetected, and they both transform to their normal selves before you can go running and crying back through the portal.

Yes, it's technically kidnapping, but once they have you sat in their living room next to the fire, a blanket wrapped round your shoulders, you're so happy to see them in the flesh. You seem so shocked when they casually mention their love for you, that they want you to stay with them from now on. But you find yourself agreeing, willing to do anything so long as you don't lose them again, and they just love that unquestionable devotion. But they would never take advantage of that, oh no--they hold each other to that promise secretly, that they won't use your sweet, people-pleaser attitude for their own satisfaction, not at all! No matter how easy you make it, or how much you want it....

That lasts for about a couple days into you living with them. Without much else to do, you've taken the task of cleaning up, even donning the cutesy dress Eddie had brought home pseudo-jokingly to fill your part as the maid. Even then, Eddie had seriously questioned whether or not you were teasing him intentionally--hiking up your skirt and wearing those thigh-highs when you know he's standing right behind you, and you never seem surprised when he makes himself known. Quite interesting indeed.

Unsurprisingly, Chrissy's the one that breaks first. Eddie finds out when he comes back from a perimeter check, and stumbles upon his partner riding your face on the living room floor. He's caught her before with her hand down her skirt as she watches you dust, but that's been relatively secret and easy to hide from you. He does it too, anyways, so it's not such a big deal. But Eddie's surprised not by Chrissy's wine-red face as she humps your mouth, but the sight of your nails dug into her milky thighs as you yank her back down and bury your face between them even deeper. Neither of them had wanted to rush you into something serious and scare you away, but when that happens, it seems to dawn on Eddie that maybe they were the ones missing all the signs themselves.

And that's how your relationship really started. Now, it's much more....intense. With free time aplenty and few responsibilities aside from getting blood and food and other mortal necessities for you, all three of you have plenty of opportunities to make the most of your quality time together. With their vampire traits, it makes it even better; Eddie can just keep going and going and going, breeding you over and over again until you're the one tapping out, because one more orgasm will have you passing out. And Chrissy's so strong, she can lift you even with that tiny frame and pin you down like you weigh absolutely nothing against her. Throw you around on the couches and the bed and the floor, whenever and wherever she feels like biting into her little maid and rewarding you for letting her suck a little bit out of you.

That happens quite frequently, too. Those times are more performative, they don't drink as much as they would from you since they want you to last--but they just make those little punctures on your neck and your wrist, and when the sting has subsided, they smear your delicious blood over your skin and let it drip all over their bodies. Chrissy usually latches herself to your tits, rubbing them with soft hands and letting them slide with the slickness of your own blood, just making the whole process messy and sticky and delectable. You'd think she's trying to get milk out of you with how hard she sucks on them, soothing those sore nipples with gentle laps of her tongue when she makes it hurt. And Eddie loves the show of watching you get covered with a sheen of your own blood, when he's too hard not to just be a voyeur any longer, he just goes animalistic once he's inside you. He absolutely has his way with you, your poor, precious human cunt stretched to the limit by how swollen you never realized Eddie could get when he's aroused--it feels like he might tear you apart with how stiff and how huge he feels against your walls. He batters your poor womb with thrusts like a madman, pulling your legs round his waist and daring you to give up and tell him to breed you. While she's still on top, Chrissy pulls your wrist down and coaxes more blood to drip on to his cock as he pulls out, lubing it up for him and sharing a coppery-tasting kiss before he starts fucking you ruthlessly again.

Only then does he get the idea to make it even messier, to nuzzle Chrissy's head aside and sink his teeth into the softest part of her neck, knowing full well how wet it makes her and that her cunt's drooling all over your stomach as she straddles you. He grabs her hair and guides her to bite him back, the deep indent of her fangs in his throat feeling like a drug as he throws his head back and cums right then and there. It's magical, glorious--and Eddie doesn't stop, of course he doesn't stop. He doesn't have to and doesn't even have to slow down for that matter, he just keeps hammering into you even when you're cumming and squealing and clenching around him as the blood loss and the ecstasy start making you dizzy. There's blood pouring down Eddie's chest and spilling out of Chrissy's mouth, the two of them absolutely high and drunk on bloodlust as they both keep humping you--Chrissy in a much more aimless manner, she just keeps dragging her puffy, slick-soaked folds up and down your belly until Eddie yanks her hips back, and settles her down to grind her clit right up against yours. And she can feel the vibrations from Eddie's thrusts as well as his belly as it slaps into her from behind, quickly gathering up a sticky patch of her arousal as he unintentionally helps get her off too. It's a bloody, sweaty, cum-sticky mess when their hunger turns to lust, and it solidifies that possession over you that they feel getting stronger day by day.

You're theirs, only theirs--theirs to kiss, to fuck, to breed, to feed from, and to mate with for life. You're theirs forever, and no force on heaven, earth, or whatever hellscape they live in could tear you from their undead grasp.

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ladykailitha · 2 months ago

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A Love Connection Part 2

Hey guys! Did you miss me? LOL!

Just a heads up this chapter is a little angsty because we have get Steve desperate enough to try going on a game show. But have no fear, it doesn't last long.

Also in this Susan Mayfield never marries Neil Hargrove, but she moves to Hawkins because her job moved her there. So Billy and Max aren't step-siblings.

Part 1

Steve nearly had a panic attack right there in the car when Chrissy screamed. There wasn’t a crisis. Or at least not one that needed immediate attention. What it was, was their little drunk text about #needsmoregays at A Love Connection went viral. There were actual fucking news articles. Yeah, the first was from Pink News, but the rest? Actual fucking trades. Variety, Dateline, even The Hollywood Reporter, for fuck’s sake.

Steve was going to pass out, but he managed to get them to the school safely. Thankfully there was nothing on Chrissy profile that was her real name or where she worked. She had a work Twitter for that. And that one was only on her computer at work. She was very careful not to cross the two. So there weren’t any news people out front of the school. But her DMs were filled with requests for comments or even actual interviews.

He decided she could do whatever the hell she wanted, he wasn’t going to get involved in this. She’s the one that drunk tweeted. Yeah, it was because of something he said when he was also drunk. But still!

He also decided ignore Chrissy and Robin at lunch, choosing instead to have it in his classroom to avoid them. Because, yes, he was avoiding them thank you. He just wanted to see gay people have love, too. Last Saturday was a disaster and he wanted proof that gays like he could find love.

Luckily, it was only a nine day wonder and Chrissy’s inbox went back to normal. Or as about as normal as one can get after have a tweet go viral.

They were cruising through the school year, same as always. There were always the super smart kids and the ones that didn’t care about history. So Steve always tried to make it as fun as possible.

Gladiator days where they wrestled stuff animals. Letting the kids stab him in March. Building their own mini pyramids. His hallpass was a gladius for extra fun.

They were gearing up the for Olympic games just before Christmas when Mrs. Byers, the principal pulled him out of his class.

“Hey, Steve,” she said warmly, “you’re not in trouble.”

Steve looked over his shoulder at his class before looking back at her. “Okay...”

She smiled up at him sweetly. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to watch the AV club today after school? Mr. Jenner went home because he’s puking his guts out. Normally I would just cancel, but a couple of the kids are in the club because their parents can’t pick them up until after seven.”

He let out a long sigh. He was going to go home and get ready to go try a new bar Chrissy had found. But now, by the time he got home, showered, and ate it would be too late to go out.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. Byers,” he said.

“Thank you so much, Steve,” Mrs. Byers said. “Mr. Jenner will be so grateful too.”

Steve nodded and then waited until she walked away to roll his eyes. Nate Jenner’s alcohol problem was the worst kept secret in the school. Even students were aware that there were times he taught drunk. Most kids didn’t know why he would be slurring his words or conked out on his desk; only that they were his ‘bad days’. But the kids who did know? They tended to shield the other kids from the worst of it.

The problem was that Mr. Jenner was two years from retirement and they didn’t want to make him lose his pension. Which Steve thought that he absolutely should. That old coot had no business teaching students like that.

He went back to teaching his class, wondering who they got to cover Mr. Jenner’s classes. He finally got through to the last class and went to the science ‘wing’ of the school. He walked up to Mr. Jenner’s class room and there was Robin coming out of it.

“Now that’s just unfair,” he moaned. “If you were watching his classes, why couldn’t you watch the AV club?”

Robin patted him on the shoulder. “Because I played the dumb blonde routine until Mrs. Byers gave up.” She waved at him as she walked away.

With a sigh, Steve went into the room and began getting out the equipment that they would need. He didn’t know much about radios and shit, but he did know what they did and didn’t need.

He had just gotten set up when the first of the kids arrived.

He wasn’t surprised to see Will come in first. With his mom as principal, all of the teachers tended to tiptoe around him as to not have any ‘misdeeds’ taken back to her, so his last class never went over. Ever.

The next couple of kids to file in were Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair. They both had Robin’s Spanish class last period, so it was no surprise to see them together.

“Sinclair!” Steve said, fist bumping the kid. “What are you doing with these nerds?” He was only joking and they all knew that. Lucas had been friends with Will, Dustin, and their other friend Mike since Dustin moved in in the second grade. Lucas loved history and was one of Steve’s brightest students so he liked to pick on him for his choice of friends.

“Sorry, Coach,” Lucas said with a grin, “if I wasn’t around they’d fall into an uncovered manhole or something.”

Steve gave Dustin their secret handshake, complete with death and everything to make up for the nerd comment. But Dustin and Will took it all in stride. They were used to the teasing.

A couple other kids came in. One spotted Steve and immediately walked back out.

“Some people just aren’t made for fun,” he lamented to the kid’s retreating back. “I’m just too cool for some people’s children. It’s not my fault.”

They all chuckled and then finally the last member of the AV club arrived. Mike Wheeler.

He sighed when he saw Steve, but didn’t turn around. He threw his backpack on the nearest desk and slumped into the chair with a heavy sigh. “Why can’t we get a teaching advisor who isn’t such a flake!”

Steve wiped his brow internally. Mike didn’t like him all the time, so the fact that he was complaining about Mr. Jenner not being there rather than Steve taking his place was a relief, honestly. It meant he wouldn’t be grumpy the whole time.

“All right everyone,” Steve said, clapping his hands together. “Dustin is in charge, Will will take notes for next time. Let’s go!”

The club went as well as could be expected considering Steve really didn’t have any idea of how all this stuff worked.

After class while Steve was waiting on the curb with the ‘Party’ as they called themselves, waiting for their parents to pick them up texting Robin and Chrissy.

“Coach...” Lucas asked, “did we ruin your plans?”

Steve felt a stab in his chest as his head shot up to look the kid in the eye. He looked down at his phone where there were dozens of messages bitching Robin out for leaving him with the AV club because she had a girlfriend and Steve didn’t even have that. Or boyfriend, which was his preference. He had dated women in the past but he liked men more. Or rather liked men full stop. That was certainly a revelation and a half.

He put his phone away with a sigh. “No, Lucas you didn’t. It was due to the irresponsible behavior of Mr. Jenner. He’s the one to blame. I was just a little annoyed at Miss Buckley because she knows this stuff better than I do, but got out of it under false pretenses.” His eyes cut to Will. “Don’t tell your mom I just said that. I don’t want Miss Buckley in trouble.”

Will held up his hands in surrender. Steve nodded.

“I love history and sports and swimming,” he began, he held up his hand to stall whatever words were going to come out that kid’s mouth. “For fun, Dustin. I like swimming for fun, which is why I didn’t include it in sports.”

Dustin huffed and crossed his arms over his chest with a pout.

“I like going out with friends and meeting new people,” Steve finished, “and of course I love teaching you kids. But I look around me and I just see someone who’s stagnated before he’s even thirty.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know why I’m telling a bunch of teenagers this. Sorry.”

Will put his hand in Steve’s. “You’ll find someone. If my mom can find someone at her age, you can find someone, too.”

Steve gave his hand a squeeze and didn’t point out that Mrs. Byers, Joyce had already had two kids and had been divorced by the time she was thirty so it really didn’t count.

Mike’s mom Karen arrived first. Mike just waved goodbye and slipped into the passenger side of her car.

Steve shook his head. Mike was trying to learn how to balance friends and liking girls and after school activities. He’d get there.

Dustin’s mom and Will’s older brother Jonathan arrived at the same time. Jonathan was Steve’s age, but Will have been born over a decade after him as a last ditch attempt to save his parents’ marriage.

Steve waved goodbye to them and then it was just Steve and Lucas.

“My mom always told me,” Lucas said softly, “that there might not be one person out there for everyone, but there is the right person out there for what you need right now. I think she was trying to explain why Mrs. Byers had two husbands, but I think it works for you, too. You’ll find you right person at the right time.”

Steve blinked down at this boy, barely thirteen. He rubbed the top of Lucas’s head. “Thanks, kid.”

Just then his dad pulled up. “Go on,” Steve murmured. “I’ll see you after the break.”

Lucas re-shouldered his backpack to just the one shoulder. He paused as if he wanted to say something else, he just shook his head.

“See you later, Coach!”

He got into his into dad’s car and immediately started talking to him about school excitedly.

Steve pulled his coat tighter around him. He wanted to be that dad, but as time wore on it was looking less and less likely. He went back inside to clean up and grab his stuff. He had a pile of assignments he had to grade. He never gave homework and never did tests. Both were pointless in his opinion, plus it meant that he less stuff to mark and grade. He based his grades off participation and being able to stay on task.

He walked through the darkened halls and felt the weight of it on his shoulders. His best friend and her girlfriend were out having the time of their lives, while he was alone in more ways than one.

He didn’t even Garfield to keep him company anymore. Yeah, he was just a stupid goldfish, but he was Steve’s.

The cold seeped into his bones and buried into his heart. He was even going to be alone for Christmas. Chrissy was taking Robin to her brother’s for the holiday. They felt bad because they both knew Steve’s parents had cut him off long ago and didn’t have anywhere else to go.

But he had encouraged Robin going. Meeting her girlfriend’s family was important. And with Chrissy and her brother, Peter both being estranged from their parents it was even more important than usual. They promised they would be back for New Year’s and Steve promised he would be fine.

He stepped onto the curb and stopped, tilting his head back, eyes closed as he fought back tears. When the first snowflake landed it made him flinch at the sudden extra coldness to his cheek. That one was followed by another and another. It was hell.

He opened his eyes and let the snow melt on his lashes, the cold mingling with his hot tears.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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stillfrownyclownlol · 10 months ago

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Disclaimer: please please please please please please please please please please please please please please don't read this.

Actual disclaimer: CW/TW for abusive/toxic relationships and most of the things they entail. Mentions of mental, physical, and financial abuse. If you don't like any of that stuff, PLEASE don't read this.

Also, this is long. Idk...I think about toxic ships a lot 🫠

Most of these are just reflections of the characters themselves but there's some stuff in here from my last relationship.

Just to clarify, I don't see the characters as this bad, this is just for fun/venting purposes, I'm not condoning this behavior irl... It's just some thoughts I had about some of their toxic behaviors and if they were already older. I'm not saying any of them would do this in canon 🤡👍🏽 Unless their morals dropped dramatically for some reason idk

(I was groomed at age 11-12 by somebody 12 years older than me for 6 years so I think I have some experience in the toxic relationship department lol)

Aidlyn relationship HCs if they were even more of a hot mess wowie

-Most of these are just like. Red flags they have that have been amplified to the max. Like how I say Aiden getting Ash expensive gifts isn't necessarily a bad thing, but here it reaches a toxic level. Like Aiden getting Ash things so expensive she can't hope to pay him back, or things that have to do with her livelihood (a car, renting an apartment, etc etc). Then he'll be like guilt tripping her that they spent all this money on you when she literally didn't ask bro. Wants to scream at him to take it back but like...she needs it tho so she's gonna shut up...

-Its really easy to make Aiden toxic cuz like he already has some behavioural problems haha 🫠

-Lowkey Ash is the type to rip Aiden a new one when her patience snaps. She has so much she wants to get into (pushing her boundaries, being an idiot, giving her a heart attack from stress, "ruining her life" if she's really over everything)

-He would threaten or actually go through with SH for her attention 🫠 pain doesn't really mean anything for him, it hurts worse when she leaves anyways... (SO glad I'm over that)

-She ignores/avoids him for long periods of time without actually telling him what's wrong because fuck it communicating is hard and like why even bother because she thinks he won't listen anyways (GIRL you have to ACTUALLY say smth)

-But I mean who can blame her cuz Aiden is real into that toxic positivity crap and likes to ignore all the problems in the relationship and tells everybody that everything is great (she does too don't worry) (worry.)

-Shes a bit of a hypocrite sometimes cuz she likes to ignore Aiden when he's getting on her nerves but she can't take it if HE'S ignoring her for once. She says she's just suspicious of what he's doing but. You know. Not that he would leave her but like if he did try she would. Not take it very well?? Aiden would be impressed.

-he's kind of. Weird. I don't really know how to explain it he just has like. A Weird Aura. Around her especially. Says weird things, sometimes inappropriate or threatening. But Ash literally feels like she's going crazy because he's ALWAYS like that so she can't tell that it's not normal or if he's just. Weird.

-They're the kind of couple to bruise each other's wrists ♥️ /sarcasm

-He'll push her boundaries and ignore her a lot because like he doesn't understand that she's being serious and that not everybody likes the things he likes. Grabs and touches and holds her a lot even when she doesn't want him too. Sometimes she goes along tho because she thinks it's not normal to dislike touching in a relationship or that she just needs to put in more effort (I'm projecting so hard rn) Also thanks to my bestie for this one! She's so smart

-Both possessive and overprotective little freaks. I feel like Ash would kill somebody for him and then she'd just fucking spiral and have a mental breakdown and the love-hate relationship would get worse, and if Aiden did it he'd just be "lol. Lmao."

-Loss of identity and self for both of them. Aiden has that disciple complex and his life pretty much revolves around Ash. Ash feels like she fell down a rabbit hole....

-he has no sense of consequences, his self destructive behaviors would be WAY worse here and can include Ash at the same time (like going over the speed limit while they're both in the car)

-but also she like lowkey enables his behavior because she knows that to stop it she'd have to leave him and she doesn't want to be without him. She definitely excuses his behavior to other people even tho she'll get on his ass about it-

-bit stalkerish and follows her around, she knows he's doing it tho- but yeah he won't leave her alone most of the time 🫠

-She goes into nervous breakdowns. Starts throwing stuff at him and when he gets closer she'll hit him, and he just holds her until she tires herself out.

-Oh man, he's pretty much addicted to her. She saved him, breathed life into his existence, made him feel alive for the first time in years, and what a euphoric feeling that is for him.

-Ash feels like she has to walk on eggshells around him because she doesn't understand what sets him off. She's generally more worried about him doing something to other people or himself than her own safety tho.

-They're really awful for each other but like. There's really nobody else for them, they just have to not get other people involved in the forest fire that is their relationship (The rest of the gang: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️)

-Aiden and Ash: *literally just standing next to each other*

Aiden: *Looks at Ash*

Ash: ...?

Aiden: *Predator instinct* :) *Bites her cheek*

Ash: !!! MOTHERFU-

That's the relationship basically.

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #aiden x ashlyn #*jumps out window*#dont kill me #gonna go puke

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