#fluff n stuff

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

how to fix ur grumpy king bf:

step one. kiss. step two. repeat step one. step three. there is no step three

[district12flufffest]

District 12 Fluff Fest Prompts

The big moment has arrived!

Could this be any more exciting?

Below the cut you will find all the great prompts received for the first ever D12 Fluff Fest.

Choose any prompt. Or do your own thing. It's up to you. This is meant to be fun and uplifting, so we're keeping it simple other than the basic ground rules that were posted yesterday.

Once you choose a prompt: Please send a message to this blog and advise of your choice for tracking purposes. Your chosen prompt will be scratched off the list, just to make sure we have lots of variety.

If you've got an idea of your own: Please go for it, but message the blog with your idea, again for tracking purposes.

Gentle nagging may ensue if your submission is not received by May 5.

Are you ready?

The Prompts

Everlark:

1. Katniss gets hooked on playing the Sims. Peeta stages an intervention.

2. Peeta spots Katniss in the stands of his wrestling match.

3. Everlark see each other at a wedding for the first time in 5, 10, 15 years.

4. POV of Peeta's first day back at the bakery after a toastbaby is born (can be either their first or second one). An alternating POV from him and Katniss' day would be cool to see too.

5. Everlark works on a home improvement project.

6. Katniss and the kids come to visit Peeta at the bakery. Peeta is very excited to have his family at work.

7. Peeta is spoiling his kids rotten. Katniss tries to put her foot down but Peeta just keeps spoiling them.

8. Katniss takes care of Peeta when he feels phantom pain and gets the kids involved to help him.

9. Katniss talks in her sleep.

10. Katniss and Peeta go through old family photos (whatever is left).

11. The toastbabies get chicken pox.

12. Everlark + toastbabies + Haymitch

13. Katniss figures out the correct number of freckles on Peeta's face.

14. Domestic Everlark

15. Katniss and Peeta stuck at home during a storm (snowstorm, thunderstorm, anything).

16. Toasting Day

17. Peeta attempts to teach Katniss how to bake, but she just wants to snack on the ingredients (think: cheese buns).

18. High school AU Peeta tries to figure out if Katniss likes him back.

19. Madge and Delly gossip about Everlark when they see them together (CF, before the QQ)

20. “I can't believe you bought that apron.”

21. Peeta has a cold.

22. Single parent/guardian/super involved uncle (whatever writer prefers) Peeta becomes smitten with beautiful, shy music teacher Katniss when his child ends up in her class. She's wonderful with all the kids. Then he hears her sing and he's a goner.

Haymitch x Lenore Dove:

1. Haymitch and Lenore Dove attend the Harvest Festival

2. Lenore Dove lives! Perhaps the gumdrops weren’t poisonous or she was able to spit it out before it killed her?

3. Lenore Dove appears to Haymitch in a dream to tell him he did well.

4. Haymitch and Lenore Dove get assigned a school project.

5. Haymitch and Lenore Dove discuss the Burdock-Asterid-Otho Mellark triangle.

General:

1. “That last piece of bacon is MINE.”

2. Everlark plays a trick on Haymitch.

3. “Exactly how many people are coming to dinner?”

4. “I can tell we're gonna be friends.”

5. Haymitch's geese hatch in his new incubator.

6. Burdock and Katniss spend a day at the lake.

7. “When I said break a leg, I didn't mean literally.”

8. “See ya later, Sweetheart.”

9. Asterid sneaks out to meet Burdock in the meadow.

10. “Wait a minute. You know how to surf?”

11. Character A's beater dies on the side of the highway. Character B pulls over to help.

12. "Ok Daddy, I need to take the baby now so we can weigh and measure him." ... "No."

13. “Why didn't you tell me geese have TEETH?!”

14. Peeta and Haymitch are having a game night.

15. Annie visits District 12.

16. Dandelion wine

17. Gifts from the woods

18. Tickling

19. Pillow fight

20. Popcorn

21. Spring cleaning

22. Confessions: In canon or any universe, your favorite THG couple address their feelings for each other for the first time.

23. Haymitch and Everlark (post GBT) enjoy a nice summer day with the geese.

24. Write an extended scene of Katniss gathering the eggs and Peeta making the incubator.

25. Telling happy stories to the toastbabies

26. A vacation

27. An ordinary day in District 12.

28. A bubble bath

29. Finnick survives the war and is best friends with Peeta post-Mockingjay. Maybe he and Annie have a District 4 wedding and our remaining Victors travel there for it?

30. Everlark spends time with Haymitch.

31. Buttercup and Katniss have a common enemy: the geese.

32. Peeta wants to make a stack cake for Haymitch. But he has to remember how first.

34. Toastbaby girl’s first day of preschool.

33. Thunderstorm

35. “I gave you my number because I hit your car and now you’re sending me flirty texts.” (From @dailyau)

[spicycinnabun]

“Again with the moon? What’s wrong with it?”

“I just don’t like it!” Mickey said, waving his hands at the window where said moon glared at him from the sky. “It glows too much! Directly in my eyes! I can’t fuckin’ sleep!”

“Okay…” Ian replied slowly. Too slowly. Mickey wasn’t being dramatic and unreasonable. He wasn’t. “Let’s switch places.”

Mickey sniffed, nose twitching. “Why would we fuckin’ do that?”

These were their unspoken spots on the bed. Mickey was always near the window, and Ian was near the door.

“Just do it, Mick. And scoot your pillow down a little. Trust me.”

They swapped spots. Mickey’s head hit the pillow further down the bed, and Ian turned on his side. His chest and shoulder obstructed the window from Mickey’s view.

“Oh,” he said quietly. And then, even more quietly, “Thanks.”

Ian rested his hand atop Mickey’s stomach, rubbing it and smiling softly. “We’ll shop for blinds tomorrow.”

[twdsfiction]

[Regrets] (negan x reader)

Tw - smut, fluff, season 10, swearing, rough sex

Negan walks to me and says, "hey" I replied, "hey" i couldn't even look at him, i knew if I did i wouldn't be able to control myself, but I can tell he leans against the wall while stating, "everyone's having dinner, gonna join?" She stayed towards the wall, and he asserts, "I thought we were cool now, after I sacrificed myself for everyone." He then adds as i can tell it really hurt his feelings that I wasn't saying anything, "well that's fine, I understand I'm not the best guy... I killed your next father figure and your first love, but I really did like you, you were the first switch in my life. that turned my darkness into light, even though you called me an asshole, you still said I was human when they locked me up like a monster, fuck.. the way you stood your ground and fought through everything, and when you wanted to punch me, then kissed me, you're unpredictable, and a little crazy but damn it's so hot." He laughed, I turned around, I couldn't help it, my eyes meet his when I said, "I don't hate you, I mean you're a dick, but I don't hate it." I walked towards him, as he locked eyes with me he then stated. "oh you like it... what happened to hating it." I rolled my eyes and smiled.

He had a wife and a baby now, this wasn't the same as last year...

He stares at me, i couldn't help but melt, suddenly the temperature rises, he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. when i broke the contact with asserting, "I should leave before I do something I regret.." he locks the door and states, "y/n I'm full of regrets" i kisses him intensely, and he lifted me up easily if i was paper, as I wrapped my legs around him, as he kisses back, as he slams me to the wall kissing me passionately, but roughly, the pain was drawn out by sensation. He starts to slowly taking off my clothes.

I didn't have anything under it so it was pretty easy, I see him struggling to get his belt off, so i then whispers in his ear, "let me help you" when we unlock the kiss, i slowly hops down from him but quickly, and gets on my knees to unbuckle his belt, and his pants fall down to the floor. as his cock is released springing out of his pants, it was so big at least 11 inches. it was already hard, he grabs my hair and pulls it back, it rough but felt so good as he sticks his cock into my mouth,

the thrusting in my mouth, almost touches the back of her throat causing him to moan, "fuck y/n." He released the precum into her mouth, as i slowly stood up after he took it out of my mouth, "that's all you get" i said. He says, "you got me all hard for a mouth fuck" I teasingly stated, "yeah I did" as I about to pick up my clothes he throws them to the side and asserted, "you always were stubborn." The intense kissing started back, if anyone sees us they'll think we were trying to kill each other, as i pushed him onto the floor, and gets on top of him, grinding slowly, i feel my clit rubbing on his penis, he puts his hands on my waist, i moaned he whispers "say you want me inside you" i feel myself already about cum from rubbing my clit on him, I said, "you're kidding" he whispers as as he apply pressure to my clit to make me cum, "y/n say you want me inside inside of you" when I stutter, "i-i want you inside of me" he whispers "good girl" as he grabs the back of my neck.

he puts his penis inside of me, pumping me up and down in his lap, i held onto his shoulder for support, moaning loudly, he starts to moan as well. as he puts his hands on my thighs and intensely thrusts into my vagina, causing me to lean forward, as his grip was so tight on my waist, his nails were basically in my skin, i was whimpering as he said, "mm your pussy feels so good, y/n" as he pumps into me faster, which only caused her to moan louder.

he switches me around slamming me against the floor, and pinning my wrists as i was she felt like she was almost there, i started to breath heavily, as he started to play with clit with one hand and the other holding her arms down, he whispered, "cum for me" as he was hitting the g spot, his thrust got sloppier, the sounds of skin clapping filled the rooms. He was screaming, "fuck you're so good y/n" I felt his big cock twitch inside me, filling me up as I came too.

[fangbangerghoul]

What Did I Get Myself Into?

My Time at Sandrock Fem!Builder Ghoul x Owen Builder Ghoul finds herself wondering around town looking for more work and dealing with a bit of guilt from her last hangout with dreamy Owen. WC: 1094 (I allowed a little leeway for the last chapter) Chapter 3: Why Do You Eat So Much Jerky? (WDYESMJ?)

Chapter 3 of Ghoul and Owen shenanigans! The chapter is below the cut but as always feel free to give it a look and some attention with the Ao3 link in the title!

Soon I will make a My Time at Sandrock fic masterpost!

Chapter 3: WDYESMJ?

It had been a cruel week of crafting and building but what made the week so unusually dense was the heavy thoughts that loomed within Ghoul’s mind. She felt incredibly guilty when Owen and her ended their hang out for the day without doing anything truly fun or exciting. She remembered apologizing before he left for his saloon for the evening.

“If you’re trying to make people happy, then its not a waste of time. What I mean is, don’t worry, today wasn’t that bad.” He had meant to soothe her but she felt the opposite.

Most of her commissions were caught up for the day so Ghoul found herself aimlessly wandering around the town. Sometimes the Sandrockians would just run up to her with requests or in need of help and it would keep her busy. The sun hung just a tad low as the time moved forward and she could feel the heat of the day start to evaporate with the on coming evening. Ghoul’s feet slowly led her around the town, looking at Fang’s medicine table, hearing the mechanical noises that came out of Qi’s research center, and she even swore she saw Mi-an run circles around her in town as she leisurely walked.

She was passing by the Blue Moon Saloon and she found herself biting the bottom of her lip. Ghoul was at war with herself on whether she wanted to speak to Owen again but before she could convince herself to walk away from the saloon the doors swung open. There stood Owen casting a shadow that blocked the sun from Ghoul’s eyes. His broad shoulders and tall figure reminded her of the mountains that were covered in mist and fog on the horizon. It was as if his ears were ringing and he needed to see for himself why.  

“Builder! There you are!” His enthusiastic nature was slightly soothing to the anxiety she felt that cramped her stomach. “I was just about to walk over to your shop to come ask you a question.”

“Oh, hello.” Ghoul dragged her left foot in the dirt back at forth, a slight distraction from the static that clouded her mind. It was nice to know that even if their time spent together was probably the worse, he still sought her company.

“Yes hello! Where are my manners?” Owen’s hands moved as he spoke and it made his already large build take up more space but she did not mind how close it brought him. “Are you hungry?”

She blinked a few times at the question. Ghoul always thought it was peculiar how often he offered her food. It made her look down at herself for a moment in wonder if perhaps she looked as if she was starving.

“I suppose.” She responded softly with hesitance. She didn’t want to be rude and there wasn’t a real reason to deny his offer. Owen smiled as wide as his face, excited at her response. He seemed to really like it when she told him some form of yes. He reached into his back pocket and a pink fabric fell from where he held it in his hand, displaying am apron fit to her size and on the middle of it a sewn in graphic of a black cat ears, a white nose, and some whiskers. Ghoul’s eyes widened in surprise from the grand display of the item.

“Good, I thought to give you a cooking lesson today.” He said with confidence and it sounded like he had been planning this for quite some time. “I’ve noticed the absurd amount of jerky you devour. So, I thought why does she eat so much jerky? Then I thought maybe you would enjoy to know how to make something more…. substantial. You are always out in the sun. You need something heavier on your stomach than jerky.”

He led the way this time around after Ghoul put on the apron that he had gifted her. She tried to explain that it was unnecessary because she was already in her workers uniform but he would have none of it. They made it to his renovated kitchen and there were already some things that were being cooked down. Ghoul was smacked with the deliciousness that filled the air. The counters and stove were cleaned waiting for them both along with a few ingredients that were set up on the kitchen island. She was in awe with how everything was so perfectly set up and she felt the familiar flush peek itself out on her cheeks.

“How does pasta sound?” Owen’s hand gestured at the ingredients and kitchen utensils that were on display. He was standing still but she swore there was a jitteriness to him that could have been from excitedness or nervousness. “I kept thinking about how much you enjoyed the last meal we shared so I thought, why not show her how to make it at home?”

“This is very…thoughtful of you.” She struggled to get the words out but it seemed what she said was taken well. Ghoul then nodded, adding a smile. “I think pasta sounds good.”

Owen immediately started to take the ingredients out and show her the measurements that he was putting into the bowl. He was combining both parts of the lesson and some old stories he liked to tell into it. Laughing and urging her to come closer so she could get her hands just as dirty. Ghoul followed his instructions to a tee and when it was time to roll out the pasta, he showed her one time then made her attempt it herself. Owen was stirring the cooked down tomatoes and watching her with an endearing smile. He was enjoying watching her as flour covered the front of her apron and the frustrated little faces she’d make when the rolling pin would slip. There was even a moment where when she was rolling it slipped and the force from her pushing didn’t stop and her face ended up in some of the flour. Ghoul let out a joyful laugh to Owen’s surprise and then he walked over to get behind her to aid her in the final set of pasta.

His arms were slightly above hers and his chest pressed into her back as he rolled the pasta with her, slow and steady. The small tutorial made the kitchen rise in heat by two more degrees for Ghoul and even though she knew her face was flushed she still smiled back into his blue eyes in joy.

[littlemisspascal]

Looking at me like why you no write

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

aww come on it's not like he MEANT to fluster u,, and even if he did, it's not his fault u make it so easy <3

[spicycinnabun]

Magic Charm ✨

Prompt: Charm 🦇 WC: 548 🦇 Rated: T 🦇 For @steddiemicrofic 🦇 Co-written with the awesome @batty4steddie 💕

“Harringking!” Eddie tripped over the rug in front of the couch and his own feet and fell onto Steve. It wasn’t the smooth entrance he’d planned, but it worked in his favor because he was now sitting in Steve’s lap. Giving him a charismatic, drunken smile after he straightened himself out, Eddie said, “Your majesty, might I interest you in a magic charm? And before you correct me, I say charm instead of trick because it will charm you right into my bed. Probably. Maybe.”

He glanced at Chrissy, his moral support who was entirely against this plan and who was in the corner of the room with one of the other cheerleaders, eyes wide and cheeks bulging with laughter as she mouthed, “Eddie, no!”

“There is a slight chance,” Eddie amended, “that it will charm your pants off.” Steve was startled, to say the least. One second, he was being beckoned, and the next, Eddie Munson’s bony ass had landed in his lap. He was sitting next to the prettiest girl that had graced his party. He hadn’t caught her name yet and he was about to work his own charm to get her in his lap, but the crash of a big, drunk, goofy puppy had scared her away. Goddamn it. 

Steve looked at Eddie, completely unamused. His eyebrows rose as Eddie continued. “Are you hitting on me?” He had to ask the most obvious question. “How would I end up in your bed if we’re at my house?”

Magic charm, Steve’s ass. 

Now, most people would have been deterred by an expression like that. But Eddie, nearly sloshed and chock full of liquid courage as he was, only took it as a sign to try harder.

 “Excellent questions, excellent questions. Yes, I am absolutely hitting on you, and luckily, I have my trusty steed sitting right outside, waiting to whisk you away.” 

It was time for the charm. Eddie took his hand out of his pocket, revealing a match pinched between his fingers with a surprise hidden in the palm of his hand, unseen. In his other pocket was the matchbox. He brought it out and struck the match against it, congratulating himself for not fumbling it with his tipsy hands. 

Glancing at Steve over the flickering flame, Eddie blew it out gently and, at the same time, released the trigger with his middle finger. A red rose popped up where the match had been. Usually, the roses were cheap plastic, but Eddie had bought a real one. 

He plucked it and held it out to Steve. “Almost as beautiful as your eyes.” Steve looked past Eddie to see if anyone else was paying attention to them. They weren’t, so he was in a bit of disbelief that this wasn’t a joke. That was when he caught Chrissy’s eyes. She mouthed, “Be nice. He likes you.” 

Steve turned his attention back to Eddie just in time for the match to go out. He realized it wasn’t just some silly trick when a real rose was revealed. His cheeks burned as red as the rose after Eddie complimented his eyes. Steve took it from Eddie and tucked it behind his ear. “Okay, you can show me your steed.”

Eddie clambered up and offered Steve his hand. 

[eyelessfaces]

[baurem]

cw: children, bakugo being a tired dad and then some wc: 604

with the soft patter of small feet and the door’s hinges quietly crying as it was pushed open, you feigned sleep. through ajar lids, in peeked your mixture of love, your husband and your own affections personified into something you both cradled and loved undoubtedly.

biting back a grin, you listened for the shuffling of your bedsheets as your daughter forcefully settled in between the spooning position that bakugo held you in. 

“papa..” your three year old called out in a whisper, her palm lightly tapped his cheek.  still in his drowsy in between, bakugo hummed roughly to let her know he was listening. 

“move over..” she whined as she pushed his shoulder to create more space for herself

“no, i was here first.” bakugo’s tongue languid with sleep but unmoving to your daughter’s attempts.

her little lips pursed like yours and her brows furrowed like his as she conceived a way to convince her hard-headed father to move. she turned her body to you, preparing to wake you up until a large hand interrupted her. 

“no, don’ wake y’er mama up.” his voice mellowed by fatherhood and patience. katsuki’s daughter turned with a pout at his whispered chiding, the same one he often wore against you.

  still, even while unconscious and in his grasp, he sought to preserve your sleep though there wasn’t a need for it (not that he should know). 

he lured her back with his hand splayed out on her tummy which earned yet another whine from her as she sat back into the tight space between you and your husband. 

she stared back with a disgruntled expression he knew all too well; cheeks puffed up, eyes narrowed that were still swollen with sleep, and a deep frown all at the lack of space her father provided. 

katsuki stared back, now more awake than before, but still just as adamant and stubborn as the red-eyed girl before him. 

“gotta use your manners if ya wanna be here.” 

after a beat of contemplation, your daughter spoke up, “papa..?”

“hm?” katsuki hummed, attentive.

“can you— can you pleeaase move over?” she asked, softer as to not disturb her mother. 

katsuki deemed it good enough since it was too early in the morning for a lesson. abiding by her plea, he shifted over which opened up the space for his little one. 

“mm.. thank you.” his daughter murmured as she squirmed into her place under the sheets and between her parents. 

katsuki hummed in a quiet response. his attention on the way her eyes fought sleep, nestled in the warmth and scent of her parents. once he’s sure she’s asleep, his attention shifts over to you.

“were you going to help at all?” he huffs. 

“i knew you had it.” you toss over to gaze to your family with a sapped grin at his discovery of your consciousness; your husband furrowed his brows at you like your little girl would when she didn’t get what she wanted and your daughter’s face squished on the pillow like his would whenever he came home from a long patrol.

katsuki saw you too in that moment, you think; with her hair disheveled in the mornings just like yours would be and the light snoring from her— the snoring you both vehemently denied though he insisted on it. 

he must’ve also been feeling that same swell in your chest too, the overflowing of love seeping out of your chest and into your throat. the kind of feeling that only mornings like these could bring out of you both; you, your husband, and the whole of you both combined snuggled in bed together.

“you always do.” 

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

what if u were a sea monster person that's never seen fire before (bc u lived in the water) and what if ur pirate husband noticed how enraptured with it you were and what if he destroyed a small navies worth of boats and set them ablaze for you to watch with awe. like what if tho

[maxivstappen]

DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING ?

[ masterlist / requests closed ]

☽｡⋆ distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right? — lando norris x reader based on “did you like her in the morning” by nikki

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 angst! pure angst 𝄞 1.7k words

You loved a loud life just the same as he did. You enjoyed the traveling, the partying, the sleepless nights, hell, even the stressful nights you wouldn’t trade for a peaceful, quiet, boring, normal life. You were eternally grateful for having a job surrounding the same tracks Lando is driving on, even if that was rather a lucky coincidence instead of a thought-through plan.

You loved it not only because it meant you’d get to be close to your boyfriend most of the time, more so because you got to experience the loudness with him. The parties, the race weekends, just everything. You’d have it without him too, and no doubt, you would have tons of fun doing so, but of course it’s better with a “super cool hot famous boyfriend” by your side, as he liked to call himself.

You loved it, until you couldn’t anymore.

Not as dramatic as it sounds. You were invited to a wedding of an old friend back at home, and Lando, for obvious reasons, couldn’t attend with you, so you flew out the country by yourself, giving Lando one last good luck kiss a few days before the Las Vegas Grand Prix. You missed him dearly, but you also missed your friends at home whom you haven’t seen in what felt like forever, and really, what’s a better reason for a reunion than a wedding?

But that’s where the trouble began.

You liked to call yourself independent. Very independent, even. You didn’t have a problem with being far from Lando for a few weeks, and while you of course loved him more than anyone else in this world, you’ve stated before that in case of you losing the job for whatever reason or if you just couldn’t travel with him anymore, you’d think a long distance relationship would work just well. At least for you.

Of course, the constant missing your partner would complicate things, but that’s still no reason to break up a relationship that has lasted for longer than three years already. At least that’s what you thought.

Lando liked to call himself independent too. Very independent, even. Too bad it’s all a lie.

Lando has always hated the idea of being away from you, or rather the idea of you being far from him. It’s not like he didn’t have any trust in you, it’s just become normal for him to always have you at least somewhat in his reach. That’s how your relationship has always been, you were coworkers before you were lovers.

He didn’t mind you taking a few days off. He also didn’t mind you wanting to spend some time with your family and friends who were still located far, far away from wherever you two would usually have to travel to for the many races. However, he did mind you not being near him.

It bothered him more than he’d like to admit.

You’ve talked about it before, talked about him being too needy and too possessive from time to time, but never once have you two fought about it. You thought you never would, and you were right. Your departure was slightly painful for the both of you, but it was only 2 weeks that you‘d be gone, and it’s not at all like you couldn’t stay in contact. So there was nothing to worry about, right?

Or so you thought.

The moment you arrived at you local airport you saw your mom run up to you, caging you in her arms as if to never let you go again. Your father wasn’t far behind, and then came your brother. It was a sweet little moment of a family reuniting as a whole again. And even though you wanted to set your whole focus on the few next days to come, the lovely wedding and the friends you once lost on the way who you’d now finally see again, Lando never really left your mind. You just didn’t understand why, you weren’t usually like this.

Maybe it was just that after five years of knowing each other and three of those spent dating, you did grow somewhat dependent. you knew it wasn’t the truth, but blaming it on a simple thing like that seemed terribly easier than giving in to the thoughts of what could actually be the cause of it. You didn’t have any time for that. You weren’t here to think about work or about Lando, but about the things that were right in front of your eyes, which at this moment was the beautiful white wedding decorated with all sorts of flowers of sunset hues.

The wedding was held on a beach, surrounded by the dreamy sound of waves crashing and seagulls singing their own nupital melodies. You arrived with one of your old friends Nina, both of you wearing long and flowy pastel dresses, just as the dress code ordered you to. The day went on with you two crying at seeing one of your childhood friends getting married, listening to the heartfelt vows of bride and groom.

Your mind immediately went to Lando and you standing at the altar like they did. You knew it was too soon, and you knew he didn’t have time for marriage, even less for planning a wedding, but you still couldn’t help it. You really did miss him more this time, and throughout the whole ceremony, the feeling of something being incredibly off only intensed.

But the night came, and the feeling faded. Or at least the drinks made it do that.

You were sitting with Nina and two guys you used to be very close with at the dim bar near the dance floor when you suddenly noticed something light up inside your purse. You didn’t mind it at first, not wanting to be rude towards Tom who was trying to talk to you without stumbling over his word completely, but the shots you downed beforehand made it undoubtedly harder.

Your phone lit up again. Slowly getting on your nerves, you decided to wait until Tom’s attention was fixated on Nina again to then check your messages and - missed calls?

—

Lando hated how his mood changed whenever you were gone. It felt as if there was something missing when you weren’t there waiting for him at home after debriefing or after PR events and whatnot. He missed your hugs and kisses, your smile and most importantly, just your touch.

Truth be told - but never to you - when you first started dating, for Lando, the thriving point was attraction. One month in, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t getting rid of you any time soon. Not that he minded. Two months in and the two of you made it official, of course not without any drama because how was a McLaren driver allowed to date a McLaren employee? Two weeks and the conversations and the hate online slowly died down, but your relationship kept on blooming. There was just one thing that somehow had Lando incredibly confused - why did your relationship suddenly feel more like you couldn’t get rid of him? Why did it feel like he was the one attached to you instead of the other way around?

Not that it felt bad or anything, he was just very used to have the girl being that dependent on him, to always want his attention, to always ask for his opinion on everything. Now he was the one all over you, and you didn’t mind it at all. You had the man you love wrapped tightly around your finger, just like he had you. For three years now.

But that didn’t help him right now, not with jealousy nagging at his side like a demon. You were out, enjoying your time with people you loved, and while he should be happy for you, he spent his time rather annoyed at you not being where he was. It’s only been a week, and work has already failed to keep his mind off of you. And he hated it. He knew it was the day of the wedding, and he was done wasting his time only thinking about you, so what else was there for a man to do instead of going clubbing with the guys? He hadn’t spent time with them in a long time, neither had he gone clubbing these past fem months, too caught up with Formula 1. So this would be okay, right? Just some drinks to keep his mind off of you.

Right?

—

15 missed calls from carlos sainz.

that was weird, you thought, and your stomach dropped and you felt the dread creeping up your consciousness. It had you feeling weaker than ever.

You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom, though every step towards it made it harder and harder to breathe.

What if something had happened to him? A work incident? Then how did Carlos know? Were they hanging out and he hurt himself? Were they out and someone there hurt Lando?

Did something happen to your Lando?

Your finger hovered shaking over the green button until you finally decided to press it and call the Ferrari driver back. Not even a single beep was heard before he huffed out your name as if he had been yearning for you to finally phone him back.

“Carlos? Is everything okay?” The Spaniard could practically feel your distress through the screen and he swore he’s never felt an urge so strong to punch someone right across their face, let alone his best friend Lando Norris.

It took some time for realization to set in. Your breathing had slowed down but the chills all over your body told that it was a sign far from good. Very far from good.

You could still make out the faint sound of Carlos’ voice as you locked the door of the bathroom stall furthest in the back, however, every word that came after “Lando cheated on you” somehow wasn’t comprehensive to you.

You just hope he’ll still like her in the morning, cause you, for sure, weren’t coming back.

[sydwritess]

Mad max

Max verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: You were at home enjoying the peace and quiet before Max got home. When Max eventually came home, he was angrier than ever, accusing you of cheating on him from a photo someone had shown him.

Second Person pov

Warning: Swearing, Max being a bitch

Today was a long day for you. Max was at the circuit, working before the races start. While you were walking around Monaco with your cousin.

"Ugh, I can't believe you made us walk. It's blazing out here." He said, fanning himself with his hand.

"That's what I like about Monaco. Everything is close." You say.

"Do you remember what we used to do as kids, walking down the street?" He asked randomly.

"Oh my God yes!" You say excitedly. He grabbed your hand and we skipped down the sidewalk like we used to. Bobbing our heads around, skipping everywhere.

"Oh my god. That is tiering." He said, letting go of your hand.

"You can't do much of anything before getting tired." You say, laughing at him.

"Okay girl, I see how it is." He said pretending to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

We made it back to you apartment complex in a quick matter of time.

"Wow, this is fancy! I see how you are Miss. Girl." He said, looking all around the lobby before getting into the elevator.

All you could do is laugh at him. You hit the 16th floor button, the elevator closes slowly and you make your way up to your floor.

The elevator dings, signaling that you've reached your floor. We both get out of the elevator, and silently make your way down the hall to your apartment, unlocking the door and stepping in to the cooled down room.

"This feels so nice." Your cousin said, plopping down on the couch.

"I forgot you have never seen this place." You say, walking into the kitchen.

You open the refrigerator door. "Do you want anything to drink?" You ask.

"Water. Please." He answered. You grab two waters and go back into the living room, sitting down next to him.

"Are you coming back to visit?" You ask.

"Yes. Well I have a lot to catch up on when I fly back home, but I will plan our next trip." He say with a smile.

"You definitely should." You say.

We both sat on the couch, watching the sun slowly start to set beyond the ocean.

"Alright. I better get going." He says, standing up from the couch.

"It was great seeing you again." You say, standing up and giving him a hug.

"I know, it was great seeing you. I will come back later tonight before I leave. I will also bring Gabriel with me." He says.

"That sounds great. Thank you, again." You say, walking to the door with him. We both say our goodbyes and he walks out.

After he leaves, you decide to go into the kitchen and start dinner. You were chopping vegetables, and prepared some chicken for the main plate.

Once you had everything prepared, you walk back into the living room and sit on the couch, flipping through the TV channels to find something good to watch.

"Jesus. There's like nothing to watch." You mutter to yourself.

You shut the TV off, and get up off of the couch, walking to the balcony that was connected to the living room.

You gently push the sliding glass door open, walk outside and sit in one of the chairs that was out there, taking in what was left of the sunset.

You were looking down at where the ocean and sky meet, taking everything in when you hear your phone ring.

'Had such a fun time today. Gabriel and I will come over tonight before we leave.' Your cousin texts.

'Awesome. I'm glad you had fun, can't wait.' You type back, putting your phone down.

You were about to lean your head back, looking back out when you heard rustling around in the kitchen. You quickly snap your head around, looking into the apartment to see Max.

"Hey. Didn't know you'd be back this early." You said, walking into the kitchen.

"So did I." Max said, looking in the fridge for something.

"You okay?" You ask.

"Yup. Just... a long day."

You thought nothing of it as he has had many stressful days before, so you walk into the living room, sitting down on the couch again.

Soon after, Max had walked into the living room. You moved your feet off of the cushion next to you so he could sit next to you, but he didn't. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, taking a sip of his drink as he was sitting down.

You look at him confused. "Are you all set for the race tomorrow?"

"Yeah." He says, looking down at the ground, then back up at you.

"I don't think you should come tomorrow." He says.

"What? Why?"

"You just... don't need to be there." He says bluntly. You were taken back at the statement.

"I- what is wrong with you? Did you have a shitty day or something?" You ask.

He looks at me and shrugs. "Did you have a shitty day?" He repeats.

"No."

"Really. What did you do?"

"I... hung out with my cousin."

"Really. Where?"

"The mall." You say slowly. He nods, but not a nod of approval. He get's up from the chair he was in and walks into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"What the hell?" You whisper.

Suddenly he comes back out, in new clothes, looking like he was going out.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me." He said, walking to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Does it really matter?"

"I'm just asking." You whispered.

"And I'm asking why it fucking matters to you!" He snaps, looking at you. You stand up, looking straight at him.

"What is wrong with you? If I did something, just tell me! Don't yell at me." You say, raising your voice. He shakes his head, letting go of the door handle.

"You thought you could fucking cheat on me and lie about it!" He yells.

"What -" You try to say, all of a sudden, he shoves his phone in your face, showing you a picture of you and a guy holding hands on the street. That guy being your cousin.

"He-"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? How could you fucking do this?"

"I didn't do anything!" You yell back.

"Of course you didn't! Because your here for you!"

"What the hell does that even mean?" You say, tears filling your eyes, your voice getting shakey.

"I should have fucking known since the day I met you. I thought you were the one for me but you fucking threw it around! You threw us away!" He yells, stepping closer to you. You backed up, getting closer to the living room wall.

"I didn't do anything. That's my-"

"Yeah your fucking boyfriend! What, I wasn't there enough for so you had to go out with someone new!"

"No I didn't-"

"Yes you did! I have the fucking proof right here! Don't fucking lie to me!" He said, moving closer and closer to you. Your now fully against the wall. Trapped.

"Will you just let me-"

"I can't believe you! How could you fucking do this to me!" He says, slamming a hand against the wall, near your head.

Your breath was caught in your throat, tears falling down your cheeks.

"Hey guys." A voice said form the front door. You turn to see your cousin there. You suddenly let out a breath that you held within you.

"Schat-" He tries to say, your went to your cousin's side.

"I just came to say goodbye. Everything okay?" Your cousin asks.

"What, he comes to your rescue now?" Max says, pointing to your cousin.

"Babe, is everything okay?" A voice outside the hall was heard. Just then Gabriel said, walking in the doorway.

"Babe?" Max questions.

"He's my boyfriend." Your cousin says.

"Anyway. We have to leave. Are you okay?" Your cousin asks, turning to you.

"I'm okay. Just uh- get home safe." You whisper. He nods, hugging you.

"Did he hurt you?" He whispers.

"No."

"Good. Please call me. I'll let you figure this out." He says, pulling away form the hug.

"I will. Just have a good flight." You say. He nods before walking out with Gabriel, shutting the door behind him.

"Y/n-" Max starts.

You put a hand up "No. Just... no." You say, walking into your bedroom, shutting and locking the door. You slid down against the door, hugging your knee's as you cry into them silently.

Your thoughts rushing, one after another. Not being able to process what just happened.

You sit in your room for hours. Not debating on going back out there. On hearing a shitty apology. On all of it. You slowly make your way to your bed, curling up in it and crying to yourself. Thinking of everything.

You couldn't fall asleep. Your body wouldn't let you. You turn over to get your phone off of the nightstand. Looking at it as it says 10:30 p.m.

You have a feeling that Max might have left. So you slowly get up, and go out of your room, walking down the hallway.

When you reach the main room, you see Max sitting in a chair in the living room, not TV on, no phone. Just starring at the wall. You quietly walk into the kitchen, avoiding his attention to grab something to eat.

You look in the cabinet's, grabbing your snack. You turn around to see Max standing there behind you, distanced. Your breath hitched. Your mind filling with fear.

"I just want to talk." He says gently, taking a step towards you. You step back. The incident from before appearing in your head.

He see's your movement, and steps back again.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said, putting his hand in the air. Your still silent.

"I just... I'm sorry. Really sorry."

You shake your head, not giving in yet.

"I should have let you talk. Or I shouldn't have made the assumption." He said. Tears began to brim your eyes.

"You almost hit me." You say, voice weak.

"I know. I know, but I didn't mean to... hit the wall." He said slowly.

"But you almost hit me."

"I'm sorry." He says. You shake your head again. 'I also should have realized he's your cousin, seeing how you two look alike. You were right. I did have a bad day and, after seeing that. I just, got even more pissed." He says.

"Yeah." You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I- I can leave if you want." He says quietly. You go silent again.

"You should've at least asked."

"I know. You know me, I don't fly of the hook like that."

"Yeah."

"Can we please work this out?" He asks. The room went silent again. You look at him slowly, seeing the sorrow behind his eyes.

"Yeah... I guess." You say, walking over to him. He immediately wraps his arms around you. Hugging you tightly.

"Don't hurt me." You say quietly, tears falling over your cheeks.

"I would never. I'm so sorry." He says.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He says, kissing the top of your head. You burry your head into his shoulder, the tears flowing like a river.

"I'm really sorry. I truly am." He says quietly.

"I know." You whisper. Staying like that for what felt like forever.

Hey loves! Hope you like this one! A bit different from what I write but where's the fun if you don't write different things? Comment to be added to the tag list!

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT!! 18+, mention of period, oral (f receiving), fingering, P in V, aftercare, Peter being a horny little shit, language, College AU

Summary → You're done with your period, after Peter found that out, he couldn't wait any longer.   

You lay in bed, scrolling mindlessly through social media, half-heartedly watching funny cat videos. A faint chuckle escaped your lips, but then suddenly a sudden realization hit you. The pads. Peter had dropped them off earlier before rushing out the door, claiming there was a robbery he had to stop. Sitting up, you grabbed the paper bag he left on your desk and peered inside.

You pulled the pack out, blinked at it, and immediately facepalmed. Extra long night pads with wings.

"Extra long night pads with wings," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Peter always meant well, but his superhero life often left him a bit too distracted for the details. He probably grabbed the first thing he saw.

With a groan, you flopped back on your bed, grabbed your phone, and texted Peter.

You: Peter, I said non-winged pads.

It didn’t take long for him to reply, even though he was probably swinging through the city right now.

Spider-Baby: What did I get you?

You exhaled, already knowing the confusion that was about to unfold.

You: extra long night pads 🙂

The little dots popped up instantly, meaning Peter was scrambling to respond.

Spider-Baby: well, isn't it better? You'll be all secure, no leakage 😎

You let out an amused huff, shaking your head. Secure, no leakage? As if that was his primary concern. You could just imagine the innocent, clueless look on his face as he texted that.

You: babe, I’m on my 5th day, I don't really need them. It’s just for safety when I go out tomorrow.

There was a brief pause.

Spider-Baby: oh

There was a beat, and then:

Spider-Baby: wait.......

Your fingers hovered over the screen, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

Spider-Baby: your period is done? 👀👀

You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly saw your brain. Of course, that’s where his head was at.

You: I’m gonna lock my window.

Another buzz.

Spider-Baby: noooooo baby please, I didn't get anything for 5 days! Please please please, you said you were horny yesterday too, don't deny it!

You flopped back onto your pillow, laughing despite yourself. He sounded like a desperate kid who’d been grounded for a week.

You: Exasperated sigh

You typed the words with a grin on your face. Peter knew exactly how to get under your skin, but in the sweetest way possible. You knew you could say no and he’d back off, but a part of you enjoyed teasing him.

Spider-Baby: baby, come on, I’ve been patient. Sooo patient. You don't know the struggle. 😩

You rolled your eyes again, imagining him dramatically pacing on a rooftop, phone in hand, giving puppy eyes to the empty space.

You: okay, come over when you're done, you horny little spider.

The response was almost immediate.

Spider-Baby: YES! I love you, see you in a bit.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. This boy. Five days apparently felt like an eternity to him.

You: Love you too.

You tossed your phone to the side and stretched out on your bed, a grin still tugging at your lips. Peter acted like he'd been deprived of water in the desert, when really, it was just his hopeless obsession with you that made him this way. You glanced at the window, imagining him swinging through it in his suit later, all buzzing with energy and excitement.

Your mind drifted back to his response; 'sooo patient' and you snickered. Peter and patience didn’t exactly go hand in hand when it came to this. The irony was almost too much.

"He can’t even keep it in his pants for five days," you muttered, shaking your head. But deep down, you loved that part of him. The way he was so infatuated with you, how just the thought of your period ending had him all flustered and eager. He made you feel desired, loved, even if his approach was hilariously obvious.

Five-day prison sentence? To Peter, that’s exactly what it was.

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An hour later, you heard the familiar knock on your window. You sighed, already knowing who it was. Standing up, you unlocked the window and slid it open, watching as Peter crawled inside with his usual grace, his mask still on.

Peter pulled it off and pouted dramatically. “You said you wouldn’t lock it,” he whined, tossing the mask aside.

“I never said that,” you corrected, rolling your eyes. “You asked me not to lock it.”

Peter’s pout deepened, his big brown eyes widening in mock hurt. “Same thing!” He protested, making his way over to you, those puppy-dog eyes working their magic. No matter how hard you tried, you could never stay mad at him when he gave you that look.

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, still trying to keep up the act, but the smile on your face gave you away.

Peter took full advantage of that, his lips curling into a grin. “Okay... Sooo... Can I kiss you now?”

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you sighed dramatically but couldn’t help but smile. “Come here, you dork.”

Without missing a beat, Peter pressed the spider emblem on his chest, his suit loosening and pooling around his feet. He stepped out of it, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, nearly tripping over his eagerness, as he crawled onto the bed to hover over you.

His lips met yours in a desperate kiss filled with need and longing.

You could tell immediately just how desperate he was. The way his lips moved, his hands gripping your waist like he was holding on for dear life, it all screamed I’ve been waiting for this for five days.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck as he peppered kisses along your skin, trailing down to your collarbone.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head to give him better access. “You saw me this morning, Peter.”

“Yeah, but that was before you told me about the whole, you know...” His eyes flicked down between your bodies, clearly hinting at your period being over. The eager grin on his face was almost too much.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You really can’t go five days without touching me, can you?”

“Not when I’ve got the most beautiful girlfriend in the world,” he replied, his voice low and full of that familiar lovesick tone. His hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about you all day.”

“Alright, alright. You big sap,” you teased, but your smile gave away how much you loved hearing those words from him.

Peter's hands slid under your shirt, his warm palms brushing against your skin as he slowly tugged the fabric up and over your head. Without missing a beat, he unclasped your bra with practiced ease and tossed it aside. His lips found your nipple almost immediately, and you gasped as his mouth worked over your sensitive skin, his tongue flicking teasingly.

"Peter..." you breathed, but he was already lost in his own world, lavishing your chest with attention as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks. One of his hands massaged your other breast, his thumb circling the soft skin while his lips alternated between each side.

"I missed these," he muttered between kisses, moving from one breast to the other. "Your boobs are perfect. I could do this all day."

You let out a soft laugh. "You're such a boob guy."

"Can't help it," Peter mumbled, his voice muffled as he nuzzled against your chest. "They're so soft..." He trailed kisses down your neck and over the swell of your breasts, making you arch into him, a breathless moan escaping your lips.

Peter’s kisses began to trail lower, leaving a wet path down your stomach. He made quick work of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them to the side, revealing your panties, already damp with arousal. His lips hovered teasingly over your clothed core, his breath hot against the wet fabric.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice husky and full of desire. “You're already so wet.”

You groaned in embarrassment, your cheeks flushing. “Shut up.”

Peter smirked, pressing his finger over the wet patch on your panties, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you squirm. Slowly, he peeled the panties down your legs, kissing your thighs as he went, drawing out every second. You bit your lip, your breath quickening as the anticipation built.

“Peter…” you whispered, fingers tangling in his messy hair.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath his touch. "What is it, babe? You sound so... needy."

You let out a frustrated groan. "You're literally the worst. Quit teasing me."

"But I love teasing you. Your little sounds are adorable," he teased, his lips hovering dangerously close to where you wanted him but never quite giving in.

You glared down at him. "Peter, if you don’t stop playing around, I’m gonna ban you from sex."

That got him moving. "Alright, alright. No more teasing." With a mischievous grin, he finally leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your core. A gasp escaped your lips, your back arching slightly at the sensation.

“There we go,” Peter muttered, glancing up at you with dark, mischievous eyes. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.”

His lips moved exactly where you needed him the most, and you let out a soft moan as his tongue expertly worked over your most sensitive spot. Your hips bucked involuntarily as the pleasure began to build, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the sensation.

After a few moments, Peter added his fingers, slipping one inside you while his mouth focused on your clit. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed as he slowly added another finger, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Your body trembled beneath him, the pleasure building quickly as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. Every flick of his tongue against your clit sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through you, making your thighs tremble and your grip on the sheets tighten.

“Peter… oh my God,” you gasped, your hips bucking slightly against his face. He was always so good at this, too good, really. He knew exactly what you liked, how to push you right to the edge but never let you fall until he wanted you to.

His free hand reached up, gently squeezing your breast while his mouth and fingers worked their magic below. The combination of his fingers curling inside you, his tongue flicking against your clit, and the way his other hand toyed with your sensitive nipple was almost too much. You were so close.

Peter’s gaze flicked up to you, and even though his mouth was still busy, you could see that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. He loved watching you come undone for him. Soon enough you were clenching around his fingers, your legs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” He mumbled between kisses against your inner thigh, pausing just long enough to speak before diving right back in.

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, but you managed to choke out, “Y-yes… oh, fuck, yes.” His fingers pumped faster inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

The pressure in your core tightened with every stroke of his fingers and every flick of his tongue. “Peter, I—” Your voice broke off into a moan as the pleasure became overwhelming, your whole body shaking.

“Come on, baby,” Peter urged softly, his voice muffled against you. “I want to hear you.”

With one final flick of his tongue, your body tensed, and the wave of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, gripping the sheets even tighter as you came hard, your entire body trembling as Peter guided you through your orgasm.

“I missed this. Missed the way you taste, the way you sound… You’re perfect,” he whispered, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

He didn’t stop until you were a panting, quivering mess beneath him, only pulling away when your breathing began to slow. Even then, he pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, soothing you as you came down from your high.

His lips brushing softly over your clit one last time before he moved up, kissing you softly. You could still taste yourself on him, but it only made the kiss more intimate. “God, I love you,” Peter whispered, his face hovered over yours. His brown eyes were full of adoration, his lips swollen and red.

When he finally pulled back, you watched as he stood and slid off his boxers, your eyes immediately drawn to his hard length.

You always loved admiring him like this, vulnerable, exposed, and completely yours. He was beautiful, every part of him. Peter noticed you staring, his face turning red as he mumbled, "Stop staring."

You grinned, unable to help yourself. "Can't help it, you're hot."

His blush deepened, but he didn’t say anything else as he reached over to your bedside table, pulling out a condom. You watched as he rolled it on, his eyes dark and full of hunger when he looked back at you. He hovered over you again, his body aligning with yours as he kissed you deeply. Then, without further delay, he pushed in, and both of you let out a moan at the sensation.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Peter groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly began to move. You could feel every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely.

You gasped, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. "I missed you," Peter whispered breathlessly, feeling the familiar heat between your legs intensify with every thrust.

"It was only five days, Peter," you teased, though your voice was shaky, betraying how much you really had missed him too.

"Felt like five years," he panted, his pace quickening as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

Peter's movements became more urgent as he buried his face deeper into your neck, his breath coming in hot, uneven puffs against your skin. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it hard to think about anything else. Your nails dug into his back, leaving little crescent-shaped marks on his skin, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it seemed to spur him on, his pace quickening as he angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck, I love you," he muttered against your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word. His voice was low, rough, filled with so much need that it made your heart skip a beat.

"I love you too," you managed to gasp out between breaths, your body arching into his, chasing every ounce of friction you could get.

Peter pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you, his eyes clouded with lust but still full of that familiar adoration. "You're perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss before he picked up the pace again, his hips snapping harder against you.

“Peter…” you gasped, your nails raking lightly down his back as you felt yourself nearing the edge again.

“You feel so good,” he panted, voice thick with emotion.

You could feel that tight knot in your core winding tighter with every thrust. Peter could sense it too, his breathing becoming more erratic as he pushed you both closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he groaned, his voice husky in your ear as he kissed your jawline, his hand slipping between your bodies to rub your clit in quick, circular motions. The added sensation sent you spiraling, your body tensing as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned his name, your legs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

Peter followed right after, groaning into your neck as he buried himself deep inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic before he finally stilled, his entire body tensing as he reached his peak. His breathing was ragged, his body heavy on top of yours as he rode out the last of his pleasure.

For a few moments, neither of you moved, both of you too caught up in the afterglow to care about anything else. Peter eventually pulled out, discarding the condom before collapsing beside you, pulling you close to his chest.

“Sorry for the whole pad mix-up earlier,” Peter murmured with a soft chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You laughed, snuggling closer to him. “It’s okay. You more than made up for it.”

Peter grinned, “Good. Because I really do love you. And I promise I’ll get the right ones next time.”

He tilted his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You good?”

“More than good,” you replied with a sleepy smile, your body still tingling from the intensity of it all. You let out a content sigh, “You're such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I'm your dork,” he teased, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly.

After a moment, Peter got up and headed to the bathroom. You lay there, still catching your breath as the aftershocks of pleasure tingled through your body. When he returned, he had a warm towel in hand, his eyes soft as he knelt beside you.

“Let me take care of you,” he said softly, parting your legs carefully. You shivered at his touch, feeling the warmth of his affection envelop you.

"You're still sensitive," he whispered, kissing your thighs as he gently cleaned you up. His touch was tender, almost reverent, and you let out a soft sigh, feeling a bit of that sensitivity linger.

“You should go pee,” Peter reminded you softly, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.

“In a minute,” you said lazily, still too blissed out to move right away. But Peter wasn’t having it.

“Come on, you don’t wanna get infected,” he urged, giving you that playful yet concerned look.

With a groan, you finally pushed yourself up and went to the bathroom, freshening up before crawling back into bed beside him. Peter immediately pulled you into his arms, both of you still naked and cozy under the blankets. His body was warm, and you felt his fingers tracing light patterns on your back.

It didn’t take long for you to start teasing him. "You really couldn’t wait five days, could you?" You said with a grin, poking his chest. "You’re such a horny little spider."

Peter whined like a child, burying his face in the pillow. “It was torture, babe. Five whole days,” he complained dramatically, his voice muffled by the pillow.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You act like you were starved or something.”

“I was starved,” Peter insisted, peeking out from the pillow to pout at you. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to not touch you? To not be in you? I was dying, Y/n.”

You couldn't help but laugh harder at his theatrics. “You’re adorable.”

“You love me,” Peter grinned, pulling you closer until your bodies were completely tangled together under the blanket. His hand drifted down to your waist, and he squeezed you gently. “Admit it, you missed me too.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before nodding. “Maybe just a little,” you teased, but the smile on your face gave you away.

Peter's grin widened as he leaned in to kiss you softly. "I can work with that ."

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

fuzzbear au,, featuring a field mouse-reader who can't sleep and a hare-Moon that is just so nice and good of a friend that he lets them sleep in him and Sun's bed <3 (he has a big giant obvious crush on them, he's just opportunistic and wants to see his cute fuzzy lil mouse best friend sleeping in his bed lol)

[eraserbread]

Imagine forbidden romance family friend yuji and kento’s daughter nanami would be furious 😩🫣

there's plenty more wife guy!nanami where this came from ✧

→ afab!reader, strict parents u n ken, fluff, sfw

"dad, can i pleaseeee have a friend over?"

"what did your mother say?"

"she said to ask you."

"then, go ask her again." kento nuzzles back in his chair, flipping the nonfiction book in front of him to the next page. it was evening now, past dinner and chores. supposedly, rin had finished her homework because she's at her father's neck, pouting, giving him that look she stole from him.

"but you could just say yes, and i'd leave you alone." her meticulous smile falters just before brightening her face once more. kento gives her a shadowed glare. "pleaseeee?"

"go ask mom."

rin stares at him dead-eyed for a moment. he blinks up at her, eyebrow crooked like he's wondering why she's still distracting him. "ugh, you never let me do anything-

stomping off down the hallway, ken is just glad rin took his answer well enough to leave him alone. though she's his spitting image, rin has your bite—that attitude he married and treasured. but it's different on his little girl—funnier.

he breathes out a laugh, then goes right back to reading.

what kento didn't know is that he dodged a bullet. no—a sixteen-year-old boy-sized nuke headed straight into his home.

"just wait until your dad finds out," you're grumbling, pushing rin and yuji from her room and into the hallway. and it's your fault—you ended up caving and agreeing that she could bring her friend over. after all, it's a weekend, she's overachieving in school, and her chores are done. now, you must punish her and all her calculating, mischievous ways. kento is far too light-handed for teenage girl antics.

"b-but I don't have one!" rin's classmate, yuji, whom she's known since middle school, is on trial next to her—young, pouting face round with shame.

"what's happened?" kento steps out of the bedroom, a tied robe keeping him decent. his eyes are shadowed with the promise of sleep. but he can't sleep when every light in this house is on; in fact, he couldn't sleep at all. you weren't next to him.

"i found them..." you start, letting them into the open space with a push, "in her bedroom, kissing."

"mom, wait—it wasn't like that." rin's hair is tossed, and kento is not dumb. his eyebrow twitches. images of the description flutter to the front of his mind, and it's unwelcome and ugly. he's furious. but rin would never know. kento doesn't share the hot side of his emotions with anyone but you—surely not to his livewire teenage daughter

"you think i don't know what kissing is?"

"you're being so totally overdramatic."

"i'm dramatic? no phone for a week," you hold an empty palm to your defiant teenager, ushering her with a curl of your fingers. "now."

of course, rin listens to you easily, but she still pushes it into your hands and stomps all the way back to her room. the door slams—just for good measure.

then kento sighs, shaking his head. in his mind, a fair punishment would be the inability to have more friends over—that's what he wants. just one less promise of an angsty brat in his space. "dear, i think we should reevaluate-

"shut up, kento."

nanami takes it, nodding once, sucking his cheeks when he watched rin hand over her phone like she'd never see it again. yuji watches over your shoulder, guilty as hell and suddenly two sizes too small for his baggy jeans. the truth is, he's been seeing rin on and off since they started high school. it's just a thing that led to unsure pecks on the lips behind closed doors.

it was never anything so serious until you lost your shit. now, your big, scary husband is towering over yuji with a quirk in his brow, taken aback when you walk past and shove rin's confiscated phone into his robed chest.

alone now, standing face-to-face in the bright, white light of the hallway, yuji looks so meek as he bows his head. "sir, i'm so-

kento doesn't want to talk. he hardly wanted to get out of bed, and now you've made it his personal mission to show the kid off. he and his glossy skincare still seeping into his pores, uncombed hair, and peeking chest through his garment.

but like a good husband, he takes a sigh and turns back to his room to get dressed.

and when he crawls back in bed with you after the kid is safe at home with his grandfather, he whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around you, "well, at least you did not overreact."

"is that supposed to be funny?"