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──★ baker!oscar who’s bakery is right next door to your coffee shop. the smell of the store’s baked goods, fresh from the oven, has always tempted you to go in, but you usually settle for grabbing one of the pastries from the café’s display case that you order in bulk from a commercial supplier instead, since you can just take them for free. today, though, the café’s closed for some electrical work, and you’re getting hungry after having to let the sparky into the store at 9am, a whole two hours ago. a bell rings as you push the heavy door to the bakery open.

──★ baker!oscar who has a streak of flour on his cheek when you first see him. he’s rearranging the little cakes in the display cabinet when you come in, trying to figure out a configuration that looks good to the customer. he’s wearing an orange apron, and the sleeves of his undershirt are rolled up to his elbows. you can’t help but stare at his forearms for a second longer than probably appropriate, watching his muscles flex. 

──★ baker!oscar who greets you with a, “hi there, welcome to osc’s,” but doesn’t look up yet, focussed on finding the perfect angle for this chocolate cake. when he finally looks at you, his whole face lights up in recognition, “hey, you’re from the café next door!” 

──★ baker!oscar who explains that he’s seen you working more than a few times as he’s walked past the storefront. he’s come in for coffee twice as well, but you’d gone to take care of something in the back both times. you rack your brain to try and place him at all, but come up with nothing, apologising to him for it. he waves you off, a smile on his face. “i’m oscar, by the way. osc’s,” he says, pointing down to the sign and then back to himself. your mouth forms an ‘oh’ of recognition. “cute name. who came up with it?” “uhh… my mum?” “i meant the bakery, but good on your mum, too.” he blushes as he realises his mistake, and you think to yourself, he’s adorable.

──★ baker!oscar who you feel like you’ve known forever; it’s so easy to talk to him. banter comes naturally, and you’re joking around like this guy wasn’t a total stranger five minutes ago. his deadpan humor is right up your alley, and he seems to be finding your jokes funny as well. somewhere in the back of your mind, you realise you haven’t smiled this hard in ages; it’s been so busy with the café lately, you haven’t had a moment to yourself in a good few weeks. you finally order a pain au chocolat, and he nods, approving of your choice.

──★ baker!oscar who gives you his staff discount as you pay. either you don’t notice, too engaged in your conversation, or you don’t bring it up, letting him have his small victory. he almost doesn’t let you pay at all, but he doesn’t want to scare you off by being too upfront too soon. 

──★ baker!oscar who grabs you a pain au chocolat like you requested, putting it in a brown paper bag with the bakery’s logo on it, and who then throws in a complimentary cinnamon roll as well. he just stares at you and gestures down to the bag when you protest, “it’s in there now. that’s cross contamination; i can’t put it back.” you point out that all the viennoiseries in the cabinet are already touching each other and he just replies, “that’s different.”

──★ baker!oscar who has quite a smug look on his face when you concede, realising he’s not going to let this go. “fine, but next time you come by for coffee, it’s on me, okay?” he nods, already excited for next time. he invites you to hang around for a bit, seeing as it’s been a pretty quiet day so far, starting up on a story from when he’d first opened the bakery, involving a line going all the way out the door, and one oscar working the shop.

──★ baker!oscar who’s just gotten to the part where he’s juggling a pos system that doesn’t want to work, a tray of croissants coming out of the oven, and a customer wanting to order for a birthday party the next day, when your phone pings with a text from the sparky. she’s all done; just needing you to come check over everything before she leaves. you promise oscar that you'll come back soon, and reiterate your prior statement that his next coffee’s on the house. the bell dings again as you leave with your pastries, and oscar can’t help but feel a little sad. his mood perks up, though, as he watches you finally notice the writing on the paper bag in your hand, through the window.

──★ baker!oscar who’s somehow written ‘call me sometime xxx-xxx-xxxx’ on the bag without you noticing. you turn back to look at him through the storefront, an incredulous smile on your face.

──★ baker!oscar who seems to have busied himself with unloading a huge tray of what looks like sourdough loaves from the industrial oven in the back. you watch as steam billows out into the shop as the oven door is opened, and you catch the faintest whiff of fresh bread on the air as it wafts through the doorframe. it smells divine. 

──★ baker!oscar who’s smiling to himself as he unloads the oven, over the moon that he’s finally had a conversation with the pretty girl from next door. on the minute walk back to your café, you start typing out an email to the commercial bakery, cancelling all future orders. you think you’ve found a new supplier to order from, from now on— someone much more local. 

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──★ godddd max is such a possessive little freak ──★ bro he will GROWL at anyone who comes near u without his permission ──★ not in a toxic way tho !! you like it. it makes u giggle.

──★ this guy is obsessed with u omfg… he actually worships the ground you walk on???

──★ oh this millionaire looooves spoiling you ──★ will buy you anything you want just to make you happy ──★ gets a sick satisfaction at not even looking at the total as he swipes his card ──★ you think he likes how the store attendants gawk as he does it

──★ he is always touching you !! ──★ arm around shoulders, hand on waist, fingers in yours, lips on your temple, etc

──★ gets u into sim racing but ur only allowed to play as him

──★ he looooves it when he gives u his stuff to wear and then it smells like u the next day

──★ yeah he knows orange isn’t exactly the most flattering colour all the time so… ──★ number 33 on EVERYTHING ──★ genuinely at least half of ur wardrobe is red bull merch or has his number or his name on it

──★ you’ll get given gifts by the fans with his number on it and he loses his mind cause its like they know you’re his as well ──★ (you’re his wag… uh of course you’re gonna get gifts related to him?? he doesn't rly think too much abt it. too busy drooling over u)

──★ bro he loves it when u leave marks of any kind on him ──★ anything from lipstick stains to hickeys to massive scratches down his back that the whole team stares at as he’s putting his race suit on…

──★ gets you a necklace with his number on it and cannot get enough of seeing it ──★ will move your hair out of the way just to see the little ’33’ resting in between ur collarbones…

──★ always has an eye on you wherever you’re nearby

──★ bro if someone is stupid enough to flirt with you while he’s around… ──★ actually just start planning the funeral now ──★ u guys think you’ve seen mad max?? you have not seen mad max. ──★ bro will leave his conversation midway and storm over with fire in his eyes ──★ hand on the guy’s shoulder, spins him around ──★ “hi.” ──★ most of them get the hint by this point and scamper off, tail tucked between their legs ──★ occasionally there’ll be a really dumb one (probably drank too much in hospitality) ──★ max will pull him in close and mutter something into his ear ──★ he’s never told you what he says, but they never look you or him in the eye for the rest of the weekend

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──★ will take his time with you as he goddamn pleases ──★ it’s not like you’re going anywhere?? he has all the time in the world to fuck you properly ──★ u have missed soooo many appointments bc max wanted a “quickie”  ──★ (spoiler alert: it was not a quickie) ──★ (spoiler alert: it has never been just a cut and dry quickie)

──★ fucks u in missionary just to see his number in between ur tits #selfobsessed 

──★ has definitely gotten a massive hard on from seeing you in his clothing on more than one occasion

──★ if he’s away at a race and the timezones don’t work out for the two of u to call, he will literally pull up ur instagram and have a wank to the pictures of u in his jacket or his helmet

──★ ok so logically he knows none of the other drivers would ever do anything but whenever someone like lingers for a bit too long for max’s liking (like five seconds btw) or kisses your cheeks (regular ass greeting btw) he will genuinely ruin u in bed ──★ like when u see that driver the next day u will not be able to walk straight !!

──★ praising you !!!!  ──★ “such a good girl, schjat…” 

──★ being praised !!!!  ──★ “fuck, max- you feel so good, so big-“ ──★ will actually just come on the spot if you praise him enough

──★ loves it when you’re loud… means he’s doing a good job

──★ can’t get enough of you on your knees staring up at him with his cock in your throat…. ──★ it might actually be his favourite sight ever

──★ freeuse!! absolutely loves it, thinks it’s the best thing in the whole world ──★ doing the dishes? nope, now ur being bent over the counter taking his cock as he tells u how beautiful u are ──★ watching tv? nope, now ur blowing him with spit dripping down your chin and tears coming out of your eyes as he strokes your hair

──★ edging you…  ──★ such a power trip for him ──★ bro, it’s like he has a quota of at least four ruined orgasms before you’re allowed to come

──★ oh my lordddd this guy loves seeing his come on you ──★ on you, in you, around you, dripping out of you… just anywhere he can get it, really ──★ sometimes won’t clean u up after so you wake up the next morning with his dried come in between your legs ──★ yeahhh, safe to say you didn’t make it to the shower until a whole two hours and another three creampies later

──★ like i said earlier… loves marking you up/loves being marked up ──★ every time u have sex he tries to fuck you so good you leave deeper marks than the time before (masochist) ──★ will just stand in the mirror watching the red lines move as he flexes his back muscles etc ──★ lowkey he gets sad when they fade after not being able to see you for a while ──★ don't worry, it just means he'll rail you even harder when he next sees you x

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