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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 8 months ago

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i loved reading 9000 rpm and i love the ending you gave them, but i really wanted to read their second time/reunion in more detail. any chance we could get that from peeta's pov?

The following is RATED E for explicit sexual content and explicit language.

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Peeta waits at a redlight, his heart accelerating the closer he gets to Katniss’s house. He grips the steering wheel and doesn’t even try to stop them this time. The memories that fly at him, of Katniss on top of him, surrounding him. Her wet clothes still clinging to her skin in places, her exhales on his face as warm and humid as the night around them. Her lips kiss swollen and parted as she moved. Bucking on him and driving him to the brink until she’d leaned back too far and they’d accidentally honked the horn.

He knows it won’t be like that. They’re not sixteen anymore. They’re parents. And even though Katniss was his first on that sweltering, rain drenched summer night, she hasn’t been his only. He knows better than to believe that what he felt that night could happen again. And yet, his hands still shake slightly with the nerves of a boy approaching his first love.

Glancing over at the passenger seat, he smiles, and soft warmth flows through him along with the jittery nerves, thinking about the way she kissed him just a few hours ago. The way she so unwittingly handed him back a burning torch of hope.

Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing, he thinks as the light turns green and he drives the last mile. He guides his truck down Katniss’s driveway, not knowing what to expect. It’s late and she may have already gone to bed. He probably should have called first, but he has keys to her garage. If she’s already asleep, he’ll just work on the Mustang until he can get his hopes under control. That won’t be anything new.

Only, there are lights still on inside the house. Several windows glow with their warmth. And as he puts the truck in park, someone steps out of the front door onto the porch.

Peeta forces himself to grab her shawl from the seat beside him and not think about how good and how right it felt to have her in his arms again tonight. To have her lips not only moving with his but so eagerly returning his own pent up need and desire through their kisses.

She’s leaning against the post at the top of the porch stairs as he climbs them. He notices that she’s changed into pajama pants and a loose, comfortable top. He can tell from the soft wispy flyaways from her braid that catch the wind that she’s showered and washed her hair. Did she want to wash his touch off of her skin? Or was it just a regular shower at the end of a long day? She’s wearing an inscrutable look on her face, but he’s gotten used to that. The trick is to get her talking. Then he’ll be able to figure out what’s on her mind.

But she’s already on the porch. Without him giving her warning. Which means she was awake. Maybe waiting for him to call or show up here. She heard or saw him pull up. Which means at the very least, she isn’t pushing him away just yet.

As if in a trance, he holds up her shawl and something flickers in her gaze as she reaches for it. Trying to tease that look into words, Peeta yanks his hand back, denying her the shawl and smiling at the faint annoyance in her expression. Arms crossed, eyebrow quirked up.

“You never answered my question,” she says and his heart thuds with a kick of more hope. So they won’t be ignoring or avoiding what happened.

Buoyed with new confidence, Peeta drapes her shawl around her shoulders and pulls her up against his body. A thrill going through him as she lets him. As she falls against his chest, tilting her head up to look at him. Her hands clenching into his shirt. It’s like something out of his dreams and his breath seizes in his chest as he tries to cool it. To not let his hopes run too far ahead of him.

“What do I want next?” He repeats her question and she nods, humming in assent, and for half a second, he thinks she’s looking at his mouth.

But as desperately as Peeta wants to kiss her again, he wants her to know, more than anything, he wants her to know all the wild, the sappy, the pathetically in love thoughts he’s buried beneath concrete walls and scorched rubber, running away from his own feelings as though it’d get him anywhere. Like he wasn’t stuck on a race track, burning himself in circles trying not to love her.

But with that quick little glance at his mouth and the way her eyes gleam when she looks up at his eyes, the words burst free in a torrent he has no hope of controlling anymore. Not after the way she kissed him tonight.

“I want to wake in the morning tomorrow, roll over, and kiss you awake,” he says and he can hear it when her breath catches. That little sound may be an invitation or a warning, but he still can’t stop the words.

“I want to see Raven run into the kitchen, excited to begin the day and wondering what’s for breakfast. I want to be here when she catches the bus and wave to her from the end of the driveway. Blow her kisses so she knows how much I love her before she goes to school. I want to hold you in the rain, the sunshine, through every season and every step of our lives. I want to whisper in your ear how radiant you are and how you make air scarce every time you smile at me or laugh. I want to kiss you, love you, fall asleep beside you every night. I want to have silly fights with you, over what movie we’re going to watch and then spend the night making you moan my name to the sky instead when we can’t agree. I want to build that car in the garage with you and our daughter, then make love to you on the finished hood late one night. I want to watch Raven grow and blossom and fight for what she wants. I want a chance to hold a newborn baby with your eyes, to be there for every step of that journey, but I understand if you don’t want that. Raven is more than enough. I want to wake up one morning and realize we’ve grown old together, with a fridge covered in art and pictures. So many that we have to start covering the dishwasher or the walls. I want the muck and the grime of life but also the starlight and the dreams, and I want it all with you, Katniss.”

She might as well know it all and if she can’t handle it, if it breaks them and tears them apart for good, he’ll just have to find a way to put himself back together later. She blinks at him once, slowly. And he’s just happy that she hasn’t shoved him backwards down the stairs, when she speaks.

“Is that all?” Her words are soft, quiet, but the smile curling over her lips sends Peeta’s heart thumping madly.

“I figure it’s a start.”

“Well then. Come inside and we’ll get started.”

She steps backwards, her hands in his shirt and his hands still clenching the shawl around her shoulders mean that he has to step with her. He gives her a quiet warning when they reach the door, so she doesn’t trip, but Katniss just leans back against it and it falls open for them.

Once he’s across the threshold, he doesn’t want to let go of her. He’s terrified that the second he drops the shawl, she’s going to come to her senses and push him away again.

Katniss must sense this, or she’s too impatient to wait on him to figure it out, because she leans into him, reaching behind him to fling the door shut. They both wince at the sound and Peeta glances over her shoulder, checking to see who else might be awake.

“Is Raven…?”

“Fast asleep,” Katniss murmurs. “So is Aunt Laverne. It’s just us right now.”

He turns back to her, leaning forward until his nose brushes hers, letting her sultry tone wash over him. Following her step by step. He assumes they’ll be stopping at the couch. Sitting and talking. Maybe kissing and making out, but Katniss keeps going.

In the hallway, he twists his wrists, wrapping more of the shawl around his fists as her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders. Her fingers toy with his hair and he shivers slightly, watching her through his half closed eyes for any signs of reluctance or doubt.

But Katniss keeps walking them deeper into the house. He can feel her breaths picking up speed as they tease over his parted lips. He wants to drink her down, to live on her exhales as he waits for her to whisper his name or say something, anything, to confirm that she’s already as deep into this as he is. That he’s not dreaming and about to be rudely awakened, alone in his bed and reaching for her where she never is, never has been, and never will be.

He follows her across the threshold of her bedroom and swallows, letting his eyes close and expecting the alarm to go off or his body to yank him out of this dream. He pulls on the shawl as he hears the door close behind him. Her weight falls into him and he feels her standing on her toes, her lips brushing his.

If he’s dreaming, he decides, then he’s going to wring every possible drop of joy from this dream. He opens his eyes to gaze down at her, at the soft way she’s looking up at him. It’s not quite the way she looked at him that night all those years ago, when they were sixteen and a solid finish, some starlight and rain combined to make magic out of the air. No, this look is different. Deeper, somehow. So profound that it pulls him towards her.

Peeta wants to ask her if he’s dreaming or if this is real. Instead, he closes the remaining distance between them. She whimpers slightly and plasters herself to his body. And her mouth. The lips and mouth that sass him over the radio or over the open hood of a car work just as hard now to destroy every last chance he had of keeping his hopes in check. Because she kisses him back, with the same fervor she showed in the garage earlier tonight. Perhaps even more.

It’s too much for him to handle, so he diverts his mouth to kiss over her cheek, to her ear as she leans into him even more and sighs his name.

“Peeta.” The sound of it nearly breaks him as he considers hoisting her into the air and throwing her on the bed.

But no. He’s waited too long to rush this. Instead, he continues to kiss along the side of her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of her soap on her skin and savoring the taste of her. The breathy way she moans and whispers his name. Allows himself to fall headlong into the feel of her pulling on his hair and writhing in his arms.

“Please. Please,” she whimpers and then they’re moving again. Her feet guide them towards the bed. His heart thuds and his already half hard cock throbs to life.

“Katniss, wait,” he murmurs and tries to pull back, scared that if they move too fast, they’ll only ruin this. Certain he’s right when Katniss steps out of his embrace and the shawl finally falls to the floor.

His hands hover in the air and he watches her as she pulls her shoulders back, lifts her chin. “Wait? Wait for what? I’ve waited too long already.”

And with that hanging in the air between them, she pulls her top up and over her head, discarding it on the floor with the shawl. He’s struck dumb with her beauty, just for a moment. Until she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, snapping him out of it.

“Wait,” he says again, stepping towards her and skimming his hands over her exposed skin, her belly now softer, perhaps a remnant of carrying Raven. Her shoulders, which he’s seen before of course, but in this new light, with this new freedom to touch her, he leans forwards and kisses along their ridge. Until she shivers and whispers his name again.

“Wait for me to do that,” he tells her and skims his hands up her back to her bra, even as he bends his head to kiss her again.

As soon as her bra hits the floor, Katniss starts grappling with his shirt and he smiles as they tear it up his torso and he lifts his arms. They laugh when their movements make him elbow his own ear. They’re still smiling as Katniss steps back, her hands roaming over his naked chest and her eyes fixed on where she’s touching. He takes the chance to steal glimpses of her naked breasts. But even that can’t distract him from the shivers and erotic thrill of having her hands all over him. Then her mouth as she maps his chest with kisses. He lets his head fall back then and tangles his hand in her hair, massaging the back of her scalp as she lays waste to the last of his defenses.

Her warm lips pressing kisses to his skin. Her nails scratching at his chest hair. Her tongue darting out to taste his nipples. He takes every second of delicious torment, all the while his desire, his need for her mounting higher, until he’s straining painfully against the constriction of his jeans.

“Katniss, fuck,” he murmurs and curses when she takes a nip at him and lifts questioning eyes to his. He pulls her up and against his chest, grinning when she shivers in his arms and rubs herself on his chest. “You like that?”

“Maybe. Why?” she says and he traces his thumb slowly over her lower lip.

“Because if you don’t tell me, I’m going to find out anyway. I’ll find every little thing that turns you on or drives you crazy. Give me the chance, Katniss, and I will make you sing with pleasure until you’re hoarse.”

With a full body shudder, she leans into him and grins, mischief blinking in her eyes. “Not if I’m busy learning every little thing that turns you on and driving you crazy with need.”

Her hand slips down his body and cups him through his jeans. She gasps comically and smiles when he bucks into her touch. When his grip on her tightens, limiting her movement.

“Are you seriously gonna make this a competition?” he teases. She bites her lip and shakes her head.

“Not a competition. A shared goal. We’re still a team, after all,” she says, right before their lips meld together again. Her hand on his neck and the one on his cock scrambles his thoughts, all he can do is follow her. Follow her lead as she takes a few more steps backwards and then turns them so that Peeta’s the one backing up. He lets her lead, sinking into her touch on him. He’s so absorbed with their kisses, with the feel of her heated naked skin pressed so intimately to his, that he’s unaware of almost everything else until something presses into the backs of his knees and he crumples.

Katniss follows him, straddling him where he sits on the end of the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair and tugging while they keep kissing, exhaling soft whispers into one another’s mouths, touching everywhere and anywhere they can reach. He slides one hand down into the back of her pants and grips her ass enough to pull her tight against his erection. He smiles against her lips at the little squeal in the back of her throat that causes.

“Alright, then. A shared goal,” he murmurs to her as she starts grinding on him. Her eyes flutter and she moans into his mouth. “Like this. You like this. Feeling me hard up against your lips, knowing you do this to me.”

“Peeta,” she gasps, but he doesn’t stop. “You… you like this too.”

“Damn right I do. Would you like to know how many times I’ve dreamt of us like this? How many times I stroked my cock thinking about you warm and writhing in my lap, looking at me exactly like you’re looking at me now.”

His words spark something in her and she twists out of his grasp, not entirely, just enough to kiss down his chest, towards his waist. To push his thighs wider and kneel between them. When she nips at his side, he flinches and leans back, curious how far she’s willing to take things tonight. He bites back a groan as her fingers work his belt loose and then his jeans open. She flicks a burning gaze up at him then and smirks.

“These come off now,” she says and Peeta obediently leans back on his palms, lifts his hips, watches her drag his clothes down his legs. Watches her eyes following the bob and sway of his cock as it lurches free of the removed clothing.

In his dreams, she’s always a little cock shy. He supposes that’s a hold over from when they were sixteen and she hesitated before touching him. Before taking him inside her. But Katniss now is riveted to the sight of him, even as she tugs off his boots and flings aside the mess of his jeans, shorts, boots, and one of his socks. Before he can tease her for her eagerness, she boldly wraps her fingers around his tip and swipes her thumb across the head. He has to bite his lip to contain a loud groan.

And that’s before she lowers her head and swipes her tongue in her thumb’s wake.

“Shit. Katniss,” he warns, his hands fisting the coverlet as she kisses and licks her way down one side of his shaft then up the other.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this,” she teases and he laughs slightly.

“Of course I have. I just wasn’t expecting this tonight.”

“What were you expecting then?”

“Honestly? Some cuddling on the couch. More kissing. Maybe a little under the shirt groping. And the serious need to jerk off in the shower later.”

“So I should back up and—“

“Don’t you dare,” he blurts out and Katniss grins at him. Right before she starts gliding her hand loosely up and down his shaft. The pressure of her touch just enough to make his brain fuzz over with pleasure, but not enough to get him started toward release.

“Why not? Do you like this, Peeta?”

He releases a heavy breath as she presses another almost sweet kiss to his head. His fingers ache from gripping the sheets and he nods dumbly. “Yes. I like it way too much. Your touch on me is…so fucking good, Katniss.”

“Show me then,” she says and rises up on her feet until she can kiss him full on the mouth again, her hand on his cock still lightly stroking him. “Show me how to do this for you.”

For half a second, jealousy streaks through him. The words burn on his tongue, wanting to tell her that whatever she’s done to suck off Gale or Thom will probably work on him too. But that isn’t fair. He knows it isn’t fair. Besides, he doesn’t know for sure that she’s ever sucked their cocks. That’s the root of it, isn’t it? he thinks. He has no idea and it’s always driven him half mad, thinking of her with them.

But another memory rises up to help him swallow and dismiss the burst of jealousy. Audrey on her knees, pushing him up against her front door, working his cock with her hands and her mouth, leaving a ring of bright red lipstick on his cock before he left her to go to work with Katniss one day.

Peeta has no room to complain, he knows. So he lets it take wing and fly from his heart as he caresses Katniss’s cheek. What’s important is that they’re together, here and now, he thinks as he caresses back to the nape of her neck. He grabs hold of her braid and twists once, so her hair is wrapped tight around his fist.

“Kiss the tip again, please,” he says, his voice gruff and foreign to his ears, but Katniss’s eyes brighten and she smiles slightly before dropping to her knees again and lowering her head.

He groans and forces himself to keep his eyes open. To watch her even as the tendrils of pleasure start to burn through him at the feel of her lips pressing another delicate kiss to his tip before her tongue swirls around his head.

“Oh god,” he groans, trying to keep it quiet. His grip on her braid tightens and she tilts her head to look up at him for just a moment.

“Oh yeah, you like this a lot, don’t you?” She teases before she slides her lips down and over him, encasing about a quarter of his cock in her mouth. And it takes everything in him not to push himself further into the deliriously warm wetness of her mouth when she starts to suck.

“Oh fuck me. Katniss. Yes. Just… just like that.”

The next sounds he makes are garbled and unintelligible as she sucks on him and her fist wrapped around his base keeps stroking at a maddeningly steady pace. He can’t see her mouth on him at this angle, only her dark hair wrapped around his fist, his fingers clinging to the back of her head as she bobs and sucks at him. But even that is enough to blow all his long held fantasies out of the water.

And he can’t help it. He lifts his hips into her, pushes slightly, desperate to have more of his cock in her mouth. She takes it, moaning softly and only driving him closer to breaking.

“Ung, Katniss. Please,” he gasps. “Do that again. Moan like that again.”

He curses when she does, gripping tight to her scalp, his body shaking with the need to snap, to fuck her mouth until he comes down her throat. Only a thin thread of control holds him in check enough to pull her off his cock instead. Up towards his mouth until he can kiss her lips. Their tongues tangle wildly and she places a hand flat on his chest, pushing him back and ending the kiss before he’s ready for it to be over.

“Stop it. I’m busy sucking your cock here. Or hadn’t you noticed?” She says with a saucy lilt to her voice.

Where, he wonders, has this side of her been all these years? Another kick of jealousy hits him as he realizes she’s probably been like this the whole time. Just not with him. He’s choking on that jealousy, trying to swallow it down when her smile cracks slightly.

“Unless… you don’t like what I’m doing?”

“Don’t… of course I fucking like it, Katniss,” he says and motions towards his lap. His dick cooperates and lurches in anticipation of her mouth on him again. “You have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.”

“But… you’ve been with women who can probably do this better. Who’ve had more practice than I have.” His pulse skips at that. At her words implying she actually hasn’t gone down on Thom or Gale enough to feel confident in this. He reaches for her with his free hand and traces her lips.

“Doesn’t matter. They weren’t you.” He whispers. “Even when I thought I was in love with someone else, you’ve always been there. In the back of my head. Unshakeable. And I am incredibly aroused by everything you are, everything you’ve done tonight. You could stop right now and this is still the best head anyone’s ever given me.”

She snorts at that, shaking her head slightly before lurching up to kiss him once. “Alright. In that case. Don’t come yet.”

“Huh?” he asks, dumbstruck as she pushes him back so he has to release her, to use his left hand to hold himself up as she descends once again. And despite the pause, bliss surges right back up to where it was before he made her stop. Overwhelming enough to turn him into a babbling idiot, he thinks but can’t stop himself.

“Ung. Don’t stop. Just… please. Feels so fucking good. Katniss. Your mouth is like heaven.”

She giggles around his cock and the vibrations only make him grasp tighter to her braid. They work together, his hand and his words guiding her. Until he can’t do much more than grunt and moan and gasp out her name.

“Fuck. Almost. Katniss. Please?” he begs and then whines when she not only slides her mouth off his cock, but stands up. A tug on his wrist and he releases her hair as she steps back, out of his reach.

Aching and throbbing with need, Peeta curls his freed up hand around himself. The touch does little to alleviate the pain of his denied orgasm. Especially when his grip and his jaw go comically slack as Katniss shimmies out of the rest of her clothes. All he can do is stare at her, frantically memorizing every line, every shadow on her skin, the way her dusky nipples stand erect and her dark curls spiral at the apex of her thighs.

Those curls at least are almost exactly as Peeta remembers them, but the rest of her torches his adolescent memories to the ground. Her hands graze her hips and she bites her lip as they watch one another. She breaks first.

“Oh come on,” she grumbles. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me before.”

“I’m not sure that I have,” he admits. “Not really.”

Katniss tilts her head and takes a deep breath that leads nowhere for a moment. Until she whispers one word. “And?”

Releasing a heavy breath, Peeta reaches for her. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

She laughs lightly at that, but places her hand in his. They’re both smiling as he pulls her onto his lap. As she reaches down between them and guides him straight to her center.

“What? No more foreplay?” he groans as she sinks onto him and Katniss leans forward to get the angle right, then back, taking more of him and kissing the words he’d planned right off his lips.

“I’m done playing around, Peeta,” she whispers, her voice a little strained. “Done with running and hiding. No more games. No more PR stunt fake relationships. I just want you. Ung.”

“Are you okay?” he whispers back as she comes to rest, her face a little pinched as she stops, fully seated on him. Her thighs pressed to his and her hands hooking over Peeta’s shoulders. Her fingers toy with his hair. And she leans forward, until their foreheads touch. But she’s releasing fast, shaky breaths onto his lips.

“I’d forgotten,” she says softly and takes a few steadying breaths. “Forgotten how full I felt with you inside me. It’s… no one else makes me feel like you do, Peeta.”

“How do I make you feel?” he murmurs.

Then her hips start to move in earnest. He grips her ass and helps her move with him, holding his gaze intent on her face, waiting for an answer and desperately trying not to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure of their joined bodies and movements. To the temptation of her head thrown back and her arching back, her breasts pushed up and exposed for him to just bend over and ravage.

“Katniss, honey girl, tell me how I make you feel,” he practically begs and she moans before whipping her head back up and gripping his hair, not breaking her stride or slowing down. No, she speeds up, and Peeta can feel himself racing towards the end. He bites the inside of his cheek as she touches his lips almost reverently.

“Like we were made for each other,” she gasps. Her words tumble out in bursts as she moves her hips faster and harder against him. “I need… I need… need… you... Oh Peeta.”

Her moans have gotten louder. Dangerously loud. Their movements now frantic. He fights back the burning need inside him and reaches up to cover her mouth with his hand.

“Shhh, Katniss you can’t be that loud,” he whispers and she whines, her lips sliding under his palm until his fingers slip inside her mouth. Her lips close around his fingers and she sucks, sending fiery bolts up his arm, straight to his groin. “Fucking… Katniss, stop. Don’t do that or I’m gonna come right the fuck now.”

Her eyes gleam and she slows her motions until she’s just sitting on his lap. He curses again as she sucks on his fingers at the same time she squeezes her walls around his cock.

He grips her braid with his other hand and pulls until his fingers pop free of her mouth.

“You fucking tease. Finish it,” he growls and shifts his hips, just enough to push a squealing soft moan from her throat. But he gets what he wants. Katniss starts moving again.

Flattening her palms on his shoulders, she shoves him, flat onto his back on the bed. Her thrusts turn almost desperately fast and her eyes glassy as he touches her. Caresses her softly all over. The headboard starts rapping against the wall and Peeta begs her, breathless and needy as the edge looms up in front of him.

“No more games, you said,” he whispers. “Make us come, Katniss. Please. Please make us both come.”

She whimpers something like his name and he smiles, relaxing as he feels the first tremors of her release grasping at his cock. Her entire body thrashes on top of his and the sight of her caught in her orgasm, the feel of her body now gripping him tight, rapid and desperate, sends him toppling over right along with her. He sighs out her name and lets bliss carry him floating along for the ride. Shuddering as he empties himself into her.

At last.

“Don’t stop. Don’t. Please. Peeta,” she whines and somehow, addlebrained from his own release, he responds. He digs his fingers into her hips and keeps her body moving on his. Through a few more spine tingling contractions of her pussy on him.

“Take it, Katniss. Take what you want. Keep coming, honey girl. I’m gonna make sure you never again forget how this feels.”

She sounds almost like she’s in pain, her nails raking down his chest and clawing into his abdomen until…

“Oh fuck, yes,” she groans, swaying like she’s drunk before collapsing on top of him.

Wrapping his arms around her, Peeta holds her, pressing soft kisses to her crown and temple, nevermind the perspiration coating them both, as she continues to tremble. Her hands clench and unclench on his chest, tugging randomly at his chest hair. But the short bursts of pain are worth it. Worth this chance to hold her in the aftermath and hope, really hope for the first time in years, that maybe this could be something extraordinary. That perhaps it already is.

He’s still inside her as they catch their breath, and Peeta caresses over her spine, enjoying the way she shivers and hums with content every so often. Although he’s quickly going soft and will probably slip free soon. Which has him thinking about her labia, all swollen and wet from their sex, and his cum seeping slowly back out.

Peeta licks his lips just thinking about her. Remembering her taste from when they were sixteen and wondering if she still tastes the same, or if she’ll taste different. He wants to know. Needs to know.

He considers rolling her onto her back and kneeling between her thighs, spreading her lips and waiting for the first sign of his cum dripping from her before feasting on her, hopefully making her orgasm again. But Katniss lifts her head then and props her elbow on his chest to hold her head up.

“So. I think that was a good start. You?” And then she yawns, her mouth wide and the sound adorably high pitched. He grins and pulls her down for a searing kiss as soon as she’s done yawning.

“A very good start,” he murmurs, setting aside his dirty fantasy in favor of simply holding her for now. He’s been patient this long, he decides. There’s no reason to believe that he needs to rush things or try to cram everything he’s been wanting with her into a few days.

They have time now, he realizes as she shifts on top of him and whispers an invitation. “Stay? Peeta, stay with me tonight?”

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 5 months ago

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ooooh are you writing bonus content for 9000 rpm too?? is there a third toastbaby for them? is it toastbaby boy??? and is he conceived during car sex???? like Raven and Amelia????? 👀

This turned out a lot longer than I had planned, Anon. So I am breaking it up into 2 parts. Here is part 1. I'll add a link to this post for part 2 once I get that finished.

RATED E: for explicit sexual content, explicit language. Also breeding kink. :D

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“We should have another,” Katniss says to him late one night, long after both girls have gone to bed. They’re sprawled on their sheets. Limbs overlapping and the covers shoved to the floor. Peeta’s still actively sweating and catching his breath. He only just came a minute ago. Or maybe he’s just been so dazed with the euphoria that it was actually fifteen minutes ago, because he can already feel himself getting stiff again when Katniss says that.

So it’s going to be one of those nights, he thinks with a wide grin.

“Lemme catch my breath first, then you can do whatever you want to me,” he teases.

“No,” Katniss says and rolls over towards him.

She flops one arm over his chest and pulls herself closer, until she can wrap her leg around his and wriggle against his thigh. Her knee brushes against his balls. He’s definitely getting aroused again already. Especially when she smirks at him and swipes at the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

“Not sure if this is you or me,” she murmurs and he grabs her hand, sucking diligently on her thumb until she whimpers and the flavors make sense to him. He came first, and when he does that, he loves going down on her, tasting their combined flavor until she’s come hard enough to satisfy him. That’s usually a long, messy endeavor, involving edging her several times. And obviously he didn’t lick his lips enough after he finished with her.

“My favorite. It’s both of us,” he tells her, and the blush on her cheeks at his words only arouses him more. She leans into him, her eyes turning a molten shade of silver he’s long since learned means that they’re about to fuck.

“I mean, yes, obviously I want another round. If you’re up for it,” she says with a slight quirk to her lips, eyes dipping to his groin for a moment before her expression sobers. “But really, I meant, we should have another baby.”

“What?” he asks and lifts his head to look at her. She bites her lip and shrugs, almost embarrassed, but there’s a warm gleam in her gray eyes. “Oh come on now, don’t tease me like that. We both know it makes you horny as hell when I braid the girls’ hair for bedtime.”

He still remembers the first time he discovered that particular turn on of hers several years ago, when they still had only Raven. They hadn’t even made it to the bed that night. Not really. Katniss had straddled his face while he laid on the floor, his hands gripping her ass while she smothered him and he feasted on her. She had gripped the comforter on their bed and bit her lip to try and stifle her moans. When she came, she yanked the bedclothes down on top of them in a cascade. Peeta had nearly ripped some of them so that he could uncover their bodies enough to get both of them onto the edge of the mattress and his cock inside her still quivering pussy. That night was actually the first time they’d seriously discussed having a second child.

“Well… yeah. In fairness to me, you are one very sexy Daddy,” Katniss admits her own kink, her blush deepening slightly, her fingertips absently tracing around his nipple and driving him to distraction. He snatches up her hand again and kisses her fingertips, enjoying the way she shivers and sighs when he does that. Another of her turn ons. He’s not playing fair anymore, and he knows it. Because this conversation has him fully aroused and he’s already got in mind what he wants to do to his wife to get her to shatter around him again. And it involves her braid this time.

But he needs to clear up one thing first.

“So that’s all this is,” he murmurs reassuringly, ignoring the twinge of longing in his chest. “Especially since Raven doesn’t let us braid her hair like that very often anymore.”

“I can’t believe she’s going to be a teenager next year,” Katniss groans but she’s smiling at the growing independence they’ve seen in their daughter.

“Me either. But... Tomorrow, it won’t sound like such a good idea to have another baby,” Peeta murmurs.

“I don’t think so,” she argues. He brings his hand up to rest on her shoulder, to caress her skin as she explains that she’s been thinking about this for a while, not just tonight. That she’s in a great spot in her career to take another break.

“You just won a Victor’s Cup title. Most would argue that you should be aiming for a repeat,” he reminds her and she shrugs. “A good crew chief would urge you to keep pushing and go for a repeat.”

“But a good husband would tell me to follow my heart, to pursue what I want, and to not push too hard if I’m worried about burning out,” she counters.

“Are you worried about burning out?” he asks and Katniss scowls at him. Peeta’s unable to hide his smile. “Didn’t think so. Are we having this conversation as driver and crew chief, or as husband and wife?”

“We’re having it as Katniss and Peeta,” she says and rises up to kiss him on the lips. But then her lips turn down a little. “Unless… you really don’t want another one?”

Peeta sucks in his breath and holds it in, almost afraid to admit to her how desperately he wants another baby with her. They’ve had this moment of passionate sex and vague baby talk before. And it’s fizzled before. He shrugs, attempting to brush it off, keep his hopes in check. “I mean, I’ve thought about it here and there.”

“Okay. Then you should really think about it now,” she says, her face softening with a smile and her hand drifting lower down his body. She bites her lip as her eyes brighten again. “In the meantime…”

And he does think about it. At that moment, yes, absolutely. Because the truth is, he’s long since known that he gets incredibly aroused and then a little crazed in bed at just the thought of getting Katniss pregnant. So this entire conversation is like intense foreplay to him.

And she certainly isn’t complaining several minutes later, when he’s got her on her knees, quietly begging him to let her come while he wildly takes her from behind. When he has her braid twisted around his right hand and tugs ever so lightly to arch her back into it a tiny bit more.

“Fuck. There. Right there. Peeta, please,” she whimpers. He splays his fingers on her shoulder blades, holding her down on the mattress. Right where he wants her, the pressure keeping her hair wrapped around his hand as his thrusts pick up the pace just a little.

“Right here? This how you need my cock?” he asks.

“Uh-huh,” she moans and his left hand clenches on her ass, probably leaving bruises, but she’s close. So close. He can hear it in her hiccoughing moans as she tries to keep quiet, and see it in the way she’s gripping the sheets in front of her. Feel it in the way she pushes back to meet his thrusts, their skin colliding in loud, deliciously slick popping sounds. His hand on her ass maintains the right angle for them. He feels it in the slickness of her pussy and then in the fluttering right before the first tight squeeze and her desperately wild moans.

And then he can’t stop his own release. It burns through him in a flash, so intense he closes his eyes and watches the flames behind his eyelids as he slams into her a few more times, pumping his cum as deep as he can.

And wishing she weren’t taking birth control. Desperately wanting to see her belly round and stretched with a baby again. His baby. He shudders and keeps thrusting until he can’t take it anymore. Until his cock is so sensitive that he’ll go mad with a second more of stimulation. Then he thrusts deep enough to lift Katniss’s knees off the bed for a second and stays that deep as his arms give out and he lays on top of her.

In the aftermath, Katniss takes his hand in hers and lifts her hips the tiniest amount. “Touch me. I wasn’t done yet,” she whispers and Peeta lets her guide his hand to her clit. His fingers slip and slide through the mess of their sex, but it doesn’t take long before Katniss is writhing beneath him and then coming again. And Peeta thrusts his fingers into her, filling her and fulfilling his futile need to feel her pussy all wet with his cum. Dreaming of a baby.

And then for days after, Peeta doesn’t stop thinking about it.

Over the next few weeks, he can’t get the idea out of his head, as he works long hours to hire new teammates to replace those that retired or moved on to higher ranking jobs, buoyed by their involvement with Katniss’s championship winning team. When he’s supposed to be listening to the designers and mechanics as they brief him on the cars and layouts they’re planning for the upcoming season so he can provide his feedback.

He thinks about it so often that they almost get caught having sex on his desk once. Even though they agreed long ago that they shouldn’t fuck at work. But Katniss had been damn near insistent until Peeta had gotten inside her, and then she’d been all pliant and whimpering and begging him to make her come. Begging him to come with her.

And at night, when they’re at home, Peeta feels like a man possessed. Insatiable. Not that Katniss is complaining about that either. She actually encourages him. Whispering in his ears that she wants him to shove her on the bed and fuck her. Whispering wishes that he would fill her up with his cum becomes her primary seduction technique. Perhaps because it’s working so well.

Once racing season starts again, Katniss brings in a third place finish right out of the gate, and Peeta thinks about it even more. Practically all the time. When he’s spending time with Amelia and Raven. When he’s fixing his truck or Katniss’s or even Aunt Laverne’s. When they’re in the kitchen, preparing or cleaning up from meals.

Once, Peeta even finds himself thinking about it when they’re out for a bowling night with the girls and he makes a stop in the bathroom. There’s a dad with his son, reminding him to wash his hands afterwards, and Peeta gets so distracted by the thought of Katniss pregnant with another baby, of himself getting to raise another baby with her, that he doesn’t even realize he’s finished taking a leak until the dad leaves with his kid.

Peeta’s caught baby fever, without a doubt in his mind, but he’s still not convinced that Katniss truly wants another one.

Because where he thinks about it the most, is the only place she seems to think about it at all. Which is in bed, and she knows he’s got a bit of a thing for that kind of dirty talk. She knows from when they were trying for Amelia that just the idea of getting her pregnant gets him off. Hard.

He thinks about it as they fuck and make love and she whispers to him while he’s balls deep inside of her, encouraging him to fuck her harder, to come inside her. She whispers, telling him to think about how he could be giving her another baby right then. But then, after he’s spent and gasping for air, drained of his cum, she doesn’t mention it again. And he’s inevitably left thinking about it for days after, wondering if she meant it, or if she’s just playing on his kink to make the sex hot as fuck.

Even if she doesn’t bring it up during sex, the thought is on his mind every time he slides his cock inside of Katniss and watches her arch her back, her lips parting on that soft moan of hers as her eyes go hazy with need and her fingernails dig into his skin wherever she’s touching him.

When she turns in one stellar finish after another on the race track, Peeta starts to lose track of how many times their post race celebrations involve the two of them jammed into some small space with their fire suits around their ankles and Peeta with a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while he aggressively pistons his cock in her dripping wet pussy. He’s thinking about it even then, of course, when he knows that what turned her on has nothing to do with the possibility of another baby.

Every time she holds him down and tells him he’s not allowed to come yet while she uses his body and his cock for her pleasure, riding him until she orgasms once, twice… until she tells him he can come, he’s thinking about it the whole time. And he can’t stop thinking about it whenever he’s moving above her, inside her, drinking down her breathy moans and desperately trying to get her there before he snaps.

They could be making a baby right now, he thinks as they make love, if he’d managed to stop thinking about it and tell her what he wants without fearing that she’s already changed her mind. The thought drives him wild every time.

They could be making a baby, he thinks as he thrusts into her and she cries out his name right before she orgasms, tipping him over the edge with her and sending him spiraling through his own release. If only he’d get over his fears and say the words.

That could’ve been their baby, he thinks as he pulls out of her while he’s still coming, just to watch his cum pooling between her glistening labia, shifting as her walls still quiver in aftershocks.

And once, when she rides him so beautifully that he actually comes before her, Katniss holds his wrists down over his head and sits on his face, demanding that he make her come with his mouth, Peeta almost turns away from her. Even though he fucking loves doing what she’s demanded, part of his mind rebels that time. Because that could be their baby. His cum slowly dripping from her lips onto his could be their baby and he wants one more so badly. In the end, though, the temptation of their mingled taste, the need to make Katniss orgasm is too much for him.

It’s the morning after one of those nights, when they fucked twice and made love once in between, and every time he came, Peeta was wishing he’d already said something because maybe that could’ve been their baby. He’s making the bed and staring at her as she walks through their room to the bathroom. Katniss sets her coffee on the counter. There’s a dark bruise on her neck from where he sucked and nipped at her last night while he was on top of her, inside of her, and she’d wrapped her legs and arms so tight around him, he could barely move. But she’d still cried out his name and left claw marks down his back when she came.

He watches her as she plucks the plastic case with her birth control pills from the drawer.

“Wait,” he says and she turns to him with a questioning look. “I want another.”

Peeta holds his breath, waiting for a few seconds and worried that he’s waited too long. Her smile is slow, but beautiful.

“You want another? How much do you want another?” she asks him.

And the bed stays unmade a little longer, the pills left on the counter as they fuck fast and hard, trying to finish before their daughters wake up, Peeta whispering to her his pent up thoughts of the past few months. Ordering her to take every last inch of his cock.

And even though he knows it’s too soon, he still whispers to her that he’s going to fill her with so much of his cum that they’ll have another baby in no time at all. And four thrusts later, with her still writhing and whimpering in her own release, Peeta slams into her and comes with a strangled moan, his body screaming with the bliss of finally, finally maybe being able to fill her womb with their baby again.

#words are peetas thing not mine #smut happens #ten years of fanfiction mania #9000 rpm nonsense #anonymous #look at that ask

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 10 months ago

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kdnfb’s 10 Years of Fanfiction Mania, Featuring: 9000 r.p.m.

Summary: Stuck in a dead end town and a dead end job, Katniss takes a gamble with the one thing she got out of her divorce -- a beat up sports car turned racer. She was always the better driver anyways. With a little help from a mechanic with blue eyes and golden hands, she turns that gamble into a chance for a better life for her and her daughter. But racing is still a boys' club and the road is never easy for a single mom.

Rating: E for explicit sexual content, explicit language, underage consensual sex (all involved parties are between the ages of 16 and 19 with no more than a 2 year age gap when the dirty deeds are done), unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, brief Everthorne content that ends in infidelity & divorce. <<All of that applies ONLY to the first chapter.

For the rest of the story: Also Rated E for explicit sexual content, explicit language, referenced/implied non-Everlark sex (you've been warned now, so don't come whining at me), misogynistic assholes, track tempers. Everlark is Endgame here if you're willing to take a slightly bumpy ride with me.

A/N: *Johanna Mason voice* WAKE UP BITCHES! IT'S RACE DAY!

I won't even lie to y'all. This is one of about five fics I've written that's in serious competition for my favorite thing I've ever created for the Everlark fandom. Part of that's because when I started it, I had a specific vision, in terms of the characters, the voice, the vibe of it all. And when I finally completed the fic, I felt like I freaking nailed it. And another part of my pride on this one is the fact that this is one of the few fics of mine, and it's certainly the most obvious one, where Mr. kdnfb played a huge part in making it happen.

Originally written for the 2018 mores2sl (more stories to save lives) charity collection, completed and publicly shared in early 2019, this baby is 8 chapters long and just under 71 k words. I had planned on featuring this fic around the time of the Daytona 500 in February, but I dropped the ball on that one. So here we are.

And because I can, I'll even include one of the most played songs from my playlist for this fic.

Read 9000 r.p.m. here on AO3.

❤️ kdnfb

#words are peetas thing not mine #ten years of fanfiction mania #9000 rpm #9000 rpm nonsense #SoundCloud

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 8 months ago

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So since I'm working on getting a playlist together that got my mind spinning, as it likes to nonsensically do whenever it wants, and now I need to know -

9000 RPM Peeta definitely had an elite "pining playlist" for his long drives from Panem to Seam each Sunday. And he doesn't seem like the Spotify or even the Pandora sort. I feel like he still burns mixed CDs.

What would that drive playlist have been for Peeta?

Oh it definitely would’ve been burned cd’s or skipping through radio stations for 9000 rpm Peeta, mainly because he wouldn’t have even had a smartphone or access to services like Pandora or Spotify until much later in the story, especially not in his truck. Also that vehicle is totally pre-mp3 player. The cd player was added in by him lmao and he even twitched at that, searched high and low for an after market cd player that looked like an old school radio so as not to ruin the aesthetic of the truck's interior. It was one of his few splurges.

Sooooo... a lot of these songs aren’t perfect fits, and some of them are more funny additions than angsty ones because they give me a giggle imagingin Peeta singing along to them.... which he totally would. Anywho.

I see this Peeta as hopping around radio stations to find something he likes but when he stumbles across one of these, he pauses and lets it finish. Or when these are played after the song he really stopped to listen to, he stays on that station and gets all lost in his feelings and cranks it up. Then he burns it to a cd later if it’s not already on one lol. Let him have a few moments of drama before he pulls it together and puts on a happy "I’m FINE I’M DEFINITELY NOT PINING" front for Katniss and Raven. Only Aunt Laverne isn’t fooled, partly because she’s heard what’s playing when he pulls up in front of their house 🤣

There's also a few songs on here that are maybe a little angrier than you might think? Mainly because I feel like this Peeta in particular would get out his frustration through listening to pissed off, frustrated music, too. Not just hyper dramatic pining music. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also there’s a weird crossover between 9000 rpm and Outside Chance Peeta’s taste in music??? When I was building this playlist, I kept finding songs where I was like oooooh OC Peeta would like this one too. Savannah and Graham are the right age to totally intorduce Peeta to this era of music so ooooop. *adds song to both playlists*

But here you go. I present 9000 rpm Peeta’s Pining and Driving Playlist. <<< Link to Spotify. Preview here:

#9000 rpm nonsense #ten years of fanfiction mania #playlist funtimes #9000 rpm playlist #triassictriserratops #look at that ask

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 10 months ago

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hey there hi! If you’re writing more from 9000 rpm can we get something with prim finding out that everlark has actually gotten together? I feel like she’d be so smug about it but also so happy for them

Hey there, Anon!

So housekeeping note: I feel bad that I still have a few requests for Wrapped in Red bonus material to finish and share. Someone requested the proposal from Break, and I plan on writing that as well. I've been struggling with chapter 34 for Spellbound because it's like literally ALL DIALOGUE and don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow. Also, this isn't the only request I've gotten for 9000 rpm scenes, so in general, I am a hot mess of not writing what I should be writing and head smashing on desk frustration. But this! This was fun to write! And relatively easy whip something up quick so I'd at least have something to share with you all this week. Alright. Enough whining!

RATED M ish for language and implied sexual content below the cut. <3 kdnfb

The buzzing starts and doesn’t let up. A steady call to wake up.

Katniss stretches slowly. Lethargic. Feeling every delicious ache in her body where Peeta made her work for her orgasms last night. She smiles and hums, content with the memories. It’s only been a week, maybe a few days more, since they matched their pace.

At first, she thought Peeta would want to go slow. Ease into things together. And while he’s been cautious about how much time and in what manner Raven sees them together, and even more careful of how they act in public, he’s been the complete opposite of reserved behind a bedroom door.

Clearly, Katniss thinks with a satisfied grin, she underestimated just how much desire for her he’s repressed over the years.

Her feet are still tangled in his legs and she smiles slightly as she slips them free to glide up and down his shins. She’s using his outstretched left arm as a pillow. His right hand still rests just below her naked breast.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Intrudes on her thoughts and she groans slightly.

She’s still completely naked. They barely managed to clean themselves up after she said she couldn’t take anymore, and they didn’t bother with clothes before they fell into bed and almost immediately passed out. And while there are plenty of salacious details about last night that Katniss wants to soak in for the entire day, her memory of the night stops with Peeta wrapping his arm around her, tugging her naked body up against his and kissing the back of her neck.

The buzzing, thankfully ceases and Katniss peels her eyes open. There’s not much light in the room yet and it takes her a moment or two to orient herself. She’s not in their bed. Or she supposes, technically, it’s still only hers, but she’s quickly coming to think of her big bed in her house as theirs.

She blinks once and brings a hand up to rub sleep from her eyes. They went out for dinner, wanting a quiet night to themselves. Raven and Laverne had planned a quiet evening in, watching movies in the living room. Katniss had no way of knowing how late their daughter would stay up watching movies, so when things got heated in the car after dinner, Peeta suggested they take things to his place instead of hers.

And she’s glad they did. Much as she’s enjoyed the last week with Peeta in her bed, there was something so liberating about not having to worry about Laverne and Raven sleeping down the hall and hearing them. Katniss had been free to vocalize as much as she wanted, and she’d discovered just how much it turned her on to hear Peeta’s unrestrained sounds of pleasure.

His exhales are hot and steady on the back of her neck, but they’ve hitched once or twice, telling Katniss that he’s about to wake up. It’s one of the things she’s learned about him over the past week. Just when she thought she knew everything about him, Katniss discovered how wrong she was. She blushes now as she thinks about the things she learned about him last night, with the sheets damp with their sweat and sex. With his eyes burning into her and his desires undeniable, even when she could already feel exhaustion pulling at her legs from so much activity.

He shifts sleepily and moans, his arm tightening around her. Her lips curl in a smile and she slowly lets her eyes drift back shut, wondering what other kinks and turn ons of his she’ll be learning in the coming weeks.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Intrudes on her thoughts again, somehow more insistent this time.

“Mmmpf tell ‘em to go away,” Peeta grumbles and burrows his face deeper against her neck.

But his words have her recognizing the sound and she stretches as far as she can with his arm so tight around her ribs. She fumbles and finally lands a hand on the vibrating phone. Glancing at the screen only long enough to note that it’s her sister before she answers.

“Hey, Little Duck. What’s up?” she asks around a yawn.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Prim punches the words out one at a time and Katniss furrows her brow. “It’s true?!”

She flinches at her sister’s squeal and Katniss shakes her head.

“What’s true?”

“Aunt Laverne mentioned she thought you two had finally gotten your heads out of your asses but I didn’t believe her!”

“Prim, slow down. What are you talking about?”

“I thought for sure you’d hem and haw and wishy washy your way around admitting you two are meant for each other for at least another four months!”

“You are not making sense, and it’s too early for this,” Katniss grumbles.

“And you can’t think when you’ve been fucked that good?” Prim asks and Katniss freezes. She’s trying to wrap her brain around her baby sister swearing like that, around her baby sister talking about her sex life so casually, but Prim scoffs. “Oh just put Peeta on the phone so I can tell him how he’s gonna treat my sister from now on.”

“What makes you think I’m with Peeta?” Katniss asks. At the sound of his name, Peeta lifts his head.

“Because you’re talking to me on his phone, duh.”

#9000 rpm nonsense #words are peetas thing not mine #anonymous #look at that ask

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 10 months ago

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What are Peeta’s kinks in 9000 RPM?

ngl when I started this whole ten years of fanfiction thing, this is not the kind of ask I was expecting about my stories… I should have known y’all better than that. 😜 Alrighty Anon. I’ve consulted with buttercupbadass, who built these specific characters with me, and this is what we’ve collectively come up with. Some of them may be obvious, others not so much. We’re putting this below the cut for those who may not want to see this. And because it’s not family friendly. 🫣

Car sex. Inside the car or on top of it.

Sex involving a creeper (not a sexy word but it’s the rolling thing you see mechanics laying down on to roll themselves underneath a car more easily).

Daisy Dukes (aka insanely short denim shorts named for a character in a tv show called The Dukes of Hazard ) but most especially if Katniss is wearing a pair with a sweater or a baggy top or something with a high neck that covers most of her upper body.

Sex out of doors. In the rain, under the stars, take your pick.

When Katniss reaches for him underneath the hood (literally when he’s working under the hood of a car or figuratively … as in she comes up behind him and just slyly slips a hand under his clothes and bites his shoulder as she grabs ass or cock like hello yes sex now?”)

When his partner leaves lipstick or lipgloss marks or hickeys on his body in places no one else is gonna see them...

Going down on Katniss after he’s already cum inside her.

Literally any time he has to muffle Katniss’s moans For Reasons.

Cuddling afterwards that turns into a lazy round two.

Slight breeding kink? He gets hotter and gets off quicker when they’re trying to conceive toastbabies.

#well aren’t you a spicy anon #9000 rpm nonsense #ten years of fanfiction mania #anonymous #look at that ask

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 9 months ago

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Since you're on a 9000 RPM answer kick right now, I'm so curious...

Peeta, knowing that Katniss was married, showed up to the race with parts for Katniss' car.

Was he hoping she was divorced? (Possibly having heard her name announced at the track as 'Everdeen'?) Or was my mans just so unbelievably still thirsting over her that he was willing to risk it all?

This is a question I prefer to answer with a few scenes from Peeta's pov rather than trying to explain it. Hope you enjoy!

<3 kdnfb

“You’re shitting me, right?” Peeta asks and glances to his left, pushing his body closer to the wall and the pay phone he’s using so an old man can get past him to the bathroom.

“I wouldn’t shit you. You’re my favorite turd,” Levi retorts. Peeta would laugh at the joke, since he walked right into it, if what his brother just told him weren’t so fucking ridiculous. “It’s the best we could do. Mom and I don’t have time to sit around Capitol, waiting on a bus, and I’m not asking Leah to do it. She’s got enough on her plate with the kids. This was the best we could do.”

“I get that,” Peeta says and shifts his frame again as yet another person excuses themselves to get by him. This pay phone is horribly placed, he thinks with a frown. “It’s just… really?”

“Think of it like you parked it at the bus station and just left it there… without stealing it.”

“Does it at least have gas in it?”

“Didn’t look,” his brother says and Peeta bites back a curse. “Keys are in the glove box.”

Peeta opens his mouth to ask what the fuck he’s supposed to do if someone realizes between now and then that the truck is unlocked and steals it, but there’s a loud crash and the sound of a child screaming.

“Fuck. I gotta go. Call us when you get to Capitol.”

The line disconnects and Peeta snaps his mouth shut. Then hangs up the phone with a little too much force. He listens to his change dropping down into the reservoir and clenches his jaw, breathing deeply a few times before he turns back around and returns to where he left his bag by the diner counter. His burger has arrived and he sits down to eat, keeping one eye on the bus terminal across the way to make sure he hasn’t misjudged the timing and gets left here without enough cash to buy another ticket home.

He swallows and rinses the food down with a coke. Barely flicking a smile and a “Thanks” at the waitress when she brings the check. When he’s done eating, he feels like a dick for leaving the tip almost all in change, but at this point, it’s better to assume that he’s going to need the bills he has left to put gas in the truck. It’s highly unlikely Levi thought to leave their dad’s old truck at the bus terminal with enough gas for Peeta to get home.

He doesn’t miss his bus, and even though the seats are still as uncomfortable as they were on the first leg of this trip, he manages to get some sleep. Probably because he’s just so damn tired at this point.

The bus driving over a speed bump and jostling violently enough to make a few of the passengers cry out is what wakes him. Peeta rubs the sleep from his eyes and blinks through the tinted windows at the eerily familiar bus terminal in Capitol City. It’s like he never left. He’s pretty sure he recognizes some of the graffiti on the wall and there’s still trash caught in the grass and weeds growing up against the chain link fence.

Thankfully though, there are no flat tires on the truck. It hasn’t been stolen, and his brother left half a tank of gas. It’s enough, barely, to at least get him in the right county. He’ll probably still have to stop for gas somewhere around Seam.

The thought makes him pause, mid action while he’s pulling on the seatbelt. Maybe he should stop here for gas, he decides. Not that he thinks Katniss will still be in Seam, Alabama. But he’s paid attention to the new drivers in Tribute League every year and still hasn’t seen her name. Not as Katniss Everdeen, and not as Katniss Hawthorne.

He finishes buckling and drives off the lot, finding a gas station before heading towards the interstate. The drive goes by faster than he’d expect or want, dreading his return home. And that goes much as he’d expect, too. His mother gives him a perfunctory hug before telling him supper will be ready in a few minutes and she left clean sheets on for him on a bed upstairs but she didn’t have a chance to make it.

He drops his bags in the old room he used to share with his brother and stares at the makeshift cot his mother set up for him, shoved against the wall. A set of clean, folded sheets sitting on top with a lumpy, stained pillow. Most of the room is taken up with several tables covered in craft projects at various stages of completion. Macrame, ceramics, mosaics set in stepping stones, jewelry and wind chimes.

Well if he’s staying, he’s going to need his own place, he thinks with a wry twist of his lips.

The next few days are about as bad as he expected them to be. His last Baja check arrives, less than he was hoping for because he had to bow out before the season was over. He discovers just how fucking uncomfortable sleeping on a rickety old cot can be.

And he has to be present at his father’s funeral. Which he has nothing appropriate to wear to and has to borrow clothes from Levi, including a tie he has no idea how to tie. In the end, his brother ties it for Peeta, in brusque movements while they stand outside the church and his brother berates him for everything from his shoes looking scuffed to the fact that he never learned how to tie a necktie.

Somehow, he manages not to laugh or snort or scoff when anyone talks about what a great man his father was. A devoted husband and father. Eventually, he just stops listening and bows his head, hoping his body language can pass for contemplative rather than annoyed as fuck.

But eventually, the old bastard is in the ground and Peeta is somehow the one his mother holds onto as they walk back to the cars. Her heels keep sinking into the grass, so they have to walk slowly. By the time they make it to the house, his brothers are already hosting the guests, accepting casseroles and other assorted food. More condolences and thoughts on how much Bobby Mellark will be missed.

Unable to handle it a second longer, Peeta makes sure his mother is established on the sofa with a drink and then retreats upstairs. He shrugs out of the borrowed sports coat and yanks off the borrowed tie. Kicks off the thrift store dress shoes and flops onto the cursed cot to stare at the wall and ignore the murmur of voices and weeping from downstairs.

Eventually, he falls asleep and wakes up with a crick in his neck. He stretches and changes into jeans, surprised to see that it’s still light outside before heading downstairs.

“Oh good. You can help me get all this mess in the fridge,” his mother says and Peeta falls in, covering the dishes with foil or plastic wrap according to her dictates and finding places for everything in the fridge, all while his mother sits at the counter talking to her good friend, Francesca Cartwright, and sipping on cheap wine.

When he’s done with that, he finds Donald Cartwright in the living room, kicked back in his dad’s old recliner and watching a baseball game. Without a word, Peeta slips past him, out to the garage where he yanks on his boots and grabs his tool bag, tossing it in the truck before driving off.

He has no set plan except away. He’s been aimlessly driving around town for almost an hour when it occurs to him what he really wants to do. It somehow feels fitting. The only right thing to do after burying his father.

Stopping at an auto parts store, Peeta grabs an assortment of parts. He doesn’t want to consider what it means that almost everything he grabs works for a Chevy. He blows the last bit of his cash on the stockpile and throws up a silent thanks that Donald agreed to hire him on full time, starting Monday next week. At least he’ll make this wad back.

As he drives to the track just outside of Seam, he kneads the steering wheel and tries to calm the nervous butterflies crashing around his gut. He has no way of knowing if she’ll even be there. If she’s even driving tonight or if Gale is. Or maybe he’s missed her rise entirely.

And if she is there, what is he going to do about it? She’s married. He’ll probably wind up just watching her and feeling like a schmuck who lost out. Although there is a part of Peeta that’s morbidly curious to see her with Gale. To see what exactly he lost out to.

By the time he makes it to the track, he’s convinced himself that this is a form of closure. A full circle stop on his journey of escaping his father’s fists and his drunken diatribes against Peeta’s worthlessness. Because Katniss was the first person he met when he ran away from home. And she was the first person who made him feel significant, valuable, wanted, even loved, if only for a night.

He parks in the grass field and leaves his tool bag in the truck. Pays for a ticket and finds a seat just as they’re announcing the lineup of drivers. He spots her car within seconds. Still looks the same except more beat up and worn a little more. In desperate need of a paint job. He waits as the names go down the list.

“And number twelve, Katniss Everdeen!”

Everdeen?

He claps, but he’s one of the few in the stands who does. By the time they finish, Peeta’s still mulling over the name. Then again, maybe Katniss chose not to change her name, he reminds himself. It’d be seen as odd around here, but it’s not impossible. He rests his forearms on his thighs and leans forward to watch the start. Within a few laps, he’s smiling to himself. Damn, she’s good.

Not quite as improved as he would’ve expected after five years, but it’s a thing of beauty, watching her maneuver her car around the track, into tight spaces most would flinch away from to pass the other drivers.

She does take a few hard hits, and when the race ends with her in fifth place, Peeta spends a few minutes debating. After all, she did say that she and Gale take turns driving the car. If it’s her night to drive, Gale would likely still be here as her pit crew.

Unless he’s not. He wasn’t here the night Peeta first saw Katniss drive.

Finally, he caves. Grabs his bag from the truck, tossing in a few spare parts he thinks she might need based on the way the car looked and sounded to be handling on the track. He heads towards the pasture that serves as a pit area and finds her pretty fast. She’s still driving her dad’s truck. That’s another sign in his favor, Peeta thinks as he approaches.

She’s got the hood of the car propped up and is staring into the engine bay with annoyance. She’s still so beautiful it makes his heart ache over what could have been. If he hadn’t been running from his father. If he hadn’t been desperate to get away. If he hadn’t already signed a contract in Levi’s name with the baja team. If if if what if.

She doesn’t look that different. More filled out in places. Her hips definitely look wider and curvier and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to having a few x-rated thoughts when he notices. Her hair is braided back again, a few wisps escaping in the humid air, a few sticking to her face and neck with perspiration. The tank top she’s wearing is old and worn enough that he can see the outline of her bra and the ring of sweat stains under her arms.

As he gets closer, he can hear her muttering.

“Obstinate no good hunk of junk. You just remember that Rodney got replaced by Rhonda the pitbull and she just had puppies. I can sell you to the junkyard and the whole litter will piss on you.”

In that moment, he knows. He’s exactly where he’s supposed to be tonight. Even if she’s married still. He’ll be able to take this one perfect moment home with him tonight and live off the memory of her like this for another five years.

“Still bad mouthing your baby,” he says and her entire frame goes completely rigid. Does she remember him? He pokes to see if she does. “She’ll never purr for you if you threaten her.”

Katniss whirls around, a dark glare on her face. His smile wavers and he hesitates at the naked fury… and fear? That he sees in her eyes. But his father was probably right about how dumb Peeta is, he thinks, because he still opens his mouth and keeps talking.

“I half expected you and Gale to be on the NASCAR circuit by now as a kickass husband-wife duo.”

“Life didn’t turn out that way. Yet,” she says and he nods. He can understand dreams taking longer to achieve than you expected, after all. “How was baja?”

So she does remember. He works hard not to grin at her for it. “Great.”

“So why’re you here?”

“Missed home after all.” She stares at him, her piercingly gray eyes making it clear she doesn’t believe him. So he shrugs. “And my dad died, so I was expected at the funeral.”

“Well, sorry for your loss,” she says and turns back to the car.

“Don’t be.”

He can’t leave, although he probably should. Before her husband shows up and kicks his ass. If he were her husband, he’d kick his own ass for the things he’s already done to her. The things he’s imagined doing to her. Just for having the audacity to approach her five years after making love to her followed by five years of nothing. But he can’t leave, so he moves to stand next to her, keeping his eyes on her and greedily searching for any kind of sign that she might still want him around or be interested in him. For a moment, for forever.

She crosses her arms over her belly and seems to shrink in on herself. The motion is so unlike the girl he remembers that it catches him off guard. Maybe she’s afraid of what will happen if Gale shows up, it occurs to him. Although that thought enrages him, he tries for a light tone as he pries.

“So should I scram before your husband welcomes me with a shotgun?” She snorts and looks over at him with a scowl. Only it’s less fierce this time.

“I could use a mechanic. But I might not be able to pay you,” she says, and they’re the best words he’s heard in a long time. His smile feels inevitable. Uncontainable. But he still doesn’t know about Gale.

“Same deal? And maybe watch my back so I don’t get shot.”

“Gale won’t be here,” she tells him and then waves towards the race car. “Alimony, you remember Peeta. Peeta, this is Alimony.”

He whistles and sets his bag down, trying not to break into a celebratory dance. It’s probably awful of him, being glad she’s divorced, but on the same token, she’s still a kickass driver and a gorgeous woman. Any sane man would be crawling on hands and knees for a chance with her. “No offense, but you got screwed.”

“In more than one way,” she mutters. He doesn’t comment on that, because how her marriage ended is none of his business… yet. But he grins as he digs the spare fuel line he bought tonight out of his bag.

“I brought something with me. Just for you.”

“A brand new fuel line. Got a radiator hose in that bag of tricks, too?”

“Glad you asked,” he says and produces that too. She smiles at him and his heart starts doing cartwheels. Coming here tonight, he decides, was the best decision he’s ever made.

“You sure know how to spoil a girl.”

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