#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

[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. 

[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.

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi! Can I request a Peter Parker X Stark! reader and she wants to try on Pete’s spidery suit and web shooters and he thinks she looks really good in it so he kisses her and Tony comes in and thinks they’re doing some weird type of role play?❤️

Hello there! I had so much fun writing this one! I'll probably say it turned out to be one of my favourite fics. Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy reading it too.

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𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐩, 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐩

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Humor, Slight Spice, Making Out, Overprotective! Dad! Tony, Embarrassment, Light Suggestiveness.

Summary → You blackmail Peter into letting you try on his Spider-Man suit. It fits too well, leading to making out—and Tony walking in.

"Pleeeaaase, Pete?" You whined, leaning over his desk with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Peter didn’t even look up from his notes, his pen gliding across the page. "Nope."

You groaned dramatically, throwing yourself back onto his bed. "Why not?! I'm the one who worked on half of your suit!"

"Keyword: half," Peter quipped, turning his chair slightly to smirk at you. "Mr. Stark did the heavy lifting, and, oh yeah—it’s my suit."

You sat up on your elbows, pouting. "That’s not fair! I bet it would look so cool on me."

"It’s not about looking cool, babe," he said, finally turning to fully face you. "It’s dangerous tech, Y/N. The suit has all kinds of built-in features, and I don’t want you accidentally webbing yourself to the ceiling or activating instant-kill mode."

You rolled your eyes. "As if I don’t know how the tech works! I built most of it with Dad. I probably understand the suit better than you do."

Peter gave you an unimpressed look. "That’s debatable."

Frustrated, you crossed your arms. If begging didn’t work, it was time for drastic measures. You sat up, narrowed your eyes at him, and smirked. "Fine. You leave me no choice."

Peter arched a brow. "Uh-oh."

You stood up, placed your hands on your hips, and announced, "No kisses for a month."

Peter froze. "Wait. What?"

You grinned, seeing his reaction. "Yep. No kisses. No sex. No cuddles. No cute little nose nuzzles. No hand-holding. No forehead kisses. Nothing."

His jaw dropped. "That’s—That’s cruel and unusual punishment!"

You fake-sighed, placing a hand over your heart. "Well, if my boyfriend refuses to let me try on the suit that I worked on, then I guess I have no choice but to take extreme action."

Peter looked genuinely distressed now, running a hand through his curls. "That’s so unfair. You can’t just—"

"And!" You interrupted, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You’re so ungrateful! I spend hours helping you upgrade that thing, and you won’t even let me try it for five minutes?" You dramatically turned away, placing a hand over your forehead. "Oh, the betrayal!"

Peter groaned loudly. "Ugh! Fine! "

You immediately spun around, grinning. "Wait, really?"

He gave you a deadpan look. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just—just don’t break anything, okay?"

You let out an excited squeal, doing a little happy dance before rushing over to grab the suit from where he pulled it out of his closet. "This is the best day of my life!"

Peter crossed his arms, watching you with a defeated sigh. "You’re ridiculous."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately, yes."

You snickered before holding the suit up in front of you, inspecting it. The fabric was smooth under your fingers. "Ooooh, I feel powerful already."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Okay, just—put it on already before I change my mind."

You nodded and started unzipping your hoodie, shrugging it off before kicking off your sweatpants. You were left in just your bra and panties when you noticed Peter had gone completely silent.

You turned to see him staring.

Blatantly.

His lips were parted slightly, his brown eyes locked onto your figure as if he had just seen the most captivating thing in the world.

You smirked. "Pete."

No response.

You snapped your fingers. "Peter Parker, my eyes are up here."

He blinked rapidly, his face immediately flushing. "I-I wasn’t—! I was just—!"

You crossed your arms, tilting your head playfully. "Just what?"

"Admiring my girlfriend," he admitted, looking sheepish but utterly smitten.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't hide your grin. "Uh-huh. Sure, Romeo. Now turn around."

Peter huffed dramatically but turned his back to you. "You act like I haven’t seen you in less."

"Yeah, well, you don’t get to ogle while I’m trying to be Spider-Woman for the day," you quipped, stepping into the suit.

As soon as you pulled it up over your shoulders, it felt huge. The fabric sagged, the arms hung loosely, and the legs were way too long. "Oh my God, Peter, your body proportions are so weird."

He laughed. "Hey! I have a perfectly normal body proportion, thank you very much."

You pouted, looking down at yourself. "It’s so baggy! Ugh, I look ridiculous."

Peter turned around, smirking. "You could always take it off."

You shot him a look. "Nice try." Then, you pressed the spider emblem on your chest.

Immediately, the suit shrank.

The fabric adjusted perfectly to your body, molding to every curve, every inch of your skin. Your stomach, chest, legs—everything was snug.

Peter stopped mid-breath.

His eyes traveled from your legs to your ass to your chest, and suddenly, his Adam’s apple bobbed. "Uh…"

You turned to the mirror, blinking. "Oh. Damn."

The suit hugged you perfectly. The fabric stretched in all the right places, highlighting every dip and curve of your body. Your ass? Amazing. Your boobs? Fantastic.

Peter made a strangled noise.

You turned to him with a smirk. "You okay there, bug boy?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Then, without a single word, he took two long strides forward, cupped your face, and kissed you.

It wasn’t just a peck. No, Peter devoured you, his lips molding against yours hungrily. His hands found their way to your jaw and waist, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, melting into him as he pressed you against the wall. His hands started wandering—one settling on your jaw, tilting your head up, while the other slid down to firmly grab your ass.

You gasped into the kiss, breaking apart for just a second. "P-Peter—"

"You look so hot in my suit," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again, voice breathless and desperate.

You giggled between kisses. "I knew it!"

Peter groaned, nipping at your bottom lip as his hands squeezed your ass. "Not fair," he muttered, moving down to your jaw, leaving soft kisses.

You shivered, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I mean, if you wanna keep making out with me in your suit, I’m not stopping you—"

Then.

The door opened.

"Ay, kid, I need Y/N for a sec—WHAT THE HELL?!"

You and Peter immediately froze.

Your dad, Tony Stark, stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open, looking horrified.

You and Peter were practically glued together—your arms around his neck, his hands on your ass, both of you looking like deer caught in headlights.

Tony blinked. "What. The. Actual. Fuck."

"Dad!" You yelped, shoving Peter off you.

Tony raised his hands, shaking his head rapidly. "Nope. Nope. Nope. I do not wanna know why you’re in the Spidey suit and sucking face with Spiderling. I do not wanna know what kinda freaky roleplay stuff you two are into."

You turned bright red. "IT’S NOT—"

"Oh my God," Tony muttered, rubbing his temples. "I need bleach. No, I need therapy. I need Pepper."

Peter, looking about five seconds away from fainting, squeaked out, "M-Mr. Stark, I—I swear—"

Tony pointed at him. "You. Out."

Peter blinked. "But… this is my room—"

Tony turned his glare up to maximum dad mode, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Peter swallowed hard. "I'm out."

And with that, he bolted straight out of the door.

"You. Family meeting. Now."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Kill me now."

Tony sighed, mumbling to himself as he walked away. "Why couldn't she date a nice, normal guy from down the street?"

From the hallway, Peter called out, "I am a nice, normal guy!"

You groaned again. "Oh my God, Peter, shut up!"

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[meganegatari]

ellie is the type to not be completely aware of her actions until its too late. by this i mean, imagine you're having a meal with her. she signals to you that you have a crumb or smudge of chocolate or something on your face, but will immediately reach over and every so gently wipe it off the corner of your mouth for you. she smiles and brushes your hair into place too, then returns to her own meal as if nothing happened. only after a few beats of silence, and when your face morphs into a shocked expression does she realize what she actually did—a gesture far too intimate for any "friendship". cue the awkwardness, cue her embarrassment, and most of all, cue the scarlet blush that envelops her entire face, reaches her ears and descends to her neck as well. she buries her head in her hands after profusely apologizing, your gleeful laugh making her heart seize. the situation’s diffused, but this will haunt her for at least a while, if not forever. ♡

[myrrusstuff]

Musician!Vi who soft-launched your relationship by including your voicemails in her newest song. She wanted everyone to know she’s off-limits, even if your relationship isn’t at the stage where you’re ready for publicity. So, she worked a specific voicemail into her new hit single. Generally, she doesn’t have many voicemails from you because she picks up the phone most of the time. She’s attentive, she drops everything for you when needed. However, there’s a voicemail from a particularly busy night a while ago. You can very clearly be heard calling her 'baby' and 'my love'. What would be a better way to let people know she’s taken than showing you off like that? It elicited a lot of shocked reactions and fan theories, obviously, but now people knew she was off the market. They knew she was yours, and that’s all that mattered.

[matsdoll]

我 ⸼ ࣪ dreaming ...  ︶ིྀᩧ (aka. harry having a rather.. sexual dream about you)

harry is warm. too warm. he shifts in his sleep, forehead damp, body sluggish. his fingers flex against the mattress, and in his mind, they’re digging into the very plush of your thighs.

your eyes are wide, almost doe like, just the same eyes that innocently enough helped him through a few questions during arithmancy. bottom lip caught between your teeth, a soft little hum vibrating in your throat when you finally get his trousers open. he’s so hard it aches.

“fuck,” he groans, hips jerking when your fingers brush over him, thick blanket rising. the lightest of touches, barely anything, but his cock twitches like he’s already inside you, like you’re already wrapped around him.

his brows furrow, eyes remaining closed, breathing riggid a bit uneven. a little string of curses leaves his mouth, and then whispered hushed, like even his brain knew it was wrong, your name.

you exhale slow, watching him shift from the side of the bedroom, his hips rolling into nothing, brows knitted like he’s aching — like it hurts. truly, you just heard louder breathing and got a tad bit worried, or perhaps you just wanted to check wheather harry was actually the type to snore — the least of what you were expecting, was this.

your eyes lower to watch the way his own hand disappears under the fabric, somewhere half between sleep and conscious. his breath hitches, hips jerking up into his own fist, the outline of the blanket not doing him any favors, the thick outline clearly visable.

your mouth goes dry. it’s obscene really — the way his hand moves, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring it. like he’s savoring you, he'd definetly like to. your name slips from his lips again, softer this time, breathless. like a prayer. like a fucking plea.

heat licks up your spine, coils tight in your stomach, in close contrast to a whole different kind of heat within you. you shouldn’t be watching this. you should leave, pretend you never saw, give him the dignity of privacy. but you don’t.

not when his brows pinch like that, not when he lets out the filthiest little moan, not when he grips himself tighter, hips rutting into his own palm like it’s just not enough.

and suddenly he's awake.

maybe you had moved a step to loudly, did the corridor floor creak? did you breathe to loudly? did you make a noise yourself, to deep within your own rush?

his lashes flutter, heavy-lidded, hazy with sleep and lust. there’s a sluggish confusion in his gaze, like his brain is still catching up to reality, to the fact that he’s not alone. then, his cheeks flush deep red, even brightly visable in the dim lightning. his fingers flex where they’re still wrapped around his cock, coming to a quick hold.

a good solid twenty seconds pass by, just staring at each other. his eyes are just a bit wider though, and your own lips are parted. you don't know what exactly moves you, but you step closer, truly the floor was incredibly squeaky.

you sit down by his bed, bedding plush and comfortable, his eyes flutter again, like he can't fucking believe it — you, the girl he had been crushing on for years. in his bed. right by his side. watched him jerk off.

lean forward, slow and unsure, before pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. your lips are soft, warm, tentative against his own. it’s barely anything — just a whisper of a kiss. his head spins. maybe he’s still dreaming. maybe he’s lost in some feverish delusion where you’re right here, right within reach, where you want him just as badly as he wants you.

but then you shift closer, tilting your head, deepening the kiss just slightly. and fuck, he feels it, the way you exhale through your nose, the way your fingertips brush against the bare skin of his arm. real. you’re real. he moans into your mouth, dazed and desperate, lifting a shaky hand to cup your cheek. you let him, tilting into his palm, lashes fluttering when his thumb brushes over the soft curve of your cheekbone.

you whisper against his lips, head spinning quite yourself, "was it about me?"

his throat bobs. "yes."

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy 👋

I wanted to send something in for ficlet friday (valentines day). I hope it's alright

Can I request something with Bucky Barnes (maybe beefy bucky) and a shy reader, where they spend valentines day in bed watching movies with cookies, cuddling and kisses and at the end, he surprises the reader, perhaps the reader wants to surprise him as well (you can choose only if you want to 🥺🙈). He is just so gentle and sweet (romantic too) 🥰🫠

With these prompts:

“You give the best hugs.” and “Have I told you I love you today?”

Please? Thank you so much 🥺❤️

Sorry, I got carried away

I hope I did this justice, lovely!

Best Hugs and Kisses

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You spend your first Valentine's Day with Bucky.

Word Count: Over 930

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, sweetness, kisses, cuddling, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You smiled as you snuggled closer to Bucky in bed. You still couldn’t believe it was your first Valentine’s Day together. He had asked you more than once if you wanted to go out to eat or go anywhere special, but you were a bit of a homebody and didn’t mind a quiet day in with cuddling, movies, and treats. You had a feeling he’d enjoy it, too, since he also didn’t mind staying in. He assured you it would be the perfect day, and it was.

You had to admit that cuddling was one of the best parts of the day. It was a perfect moment of closeness, and every little touch built an intimate connection between the two of you. The warmth that radiated from his beefy build created a sense of safety and care, and the soft sound of his breathing and occasional laughter provided a sense of calm. Time seemed to slow down, and the outside world faded away until it was just the two of you. You were completely at ease with the man you loved.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, offering you a bite of his heart shaped cookie. You graciously accepted and tried to ignore the heat that rose to your cheeks when he wiped a crumb away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Something I think you should know.”

“What is it?” you asked curiously, tilting your head back to get a better look at your handsome boyfriend.

He broke eye contact, only because he brought his mouth to your ear. “You give the best hugs.”

You giggled, partially from his lips tickling your ear and the rest because your face felt like it was on fire. “No, I don’t. You do,” you smiled bashfully, ducking your head down.

All your life you had been a bit on the shyer side, content to stay in the background instead of being front and center. Not many took notice of you, and you still weren’t sure some days how you got Bucky’s attention, but you saw each other in the soft shadows and created your own spotlight together. One you didn't mind sharing with each other. It was a beautiful give and take.

And he really did give the best hugs, enveloping you in his loving embrace every time.

Chuckling, too, he tipped your chin back up. “Yeah, you do. And you give the best kisses.”

Butterflies filled your stomach at the soft touch of his lips, your heart melting from the tenderness. There was no rushing, only a slow and delicate pressure like the brush of a feather. When that kiss ended, he began another and another. They stretched on, neither of you wanting it to end as you shared one breath. They were the kind of kisses that dreams were made of.

He smiled as he pulled away, a soft twinkle in his steel eyes. He likely heard how fast your heart was beating and felt the tremble that moved your body. “See? The best kisses,” he said.

You hid your face in his chest. If he kept talking like that you’d turn into a puddle. But you smiled when you realized his heart was beating as fast as yours. Maybe he wasn't as bashful as you, but it was nice to know that kissing you and being close affected him, too.

“Hey, hey. No hiding,” he said, running a hand up and down your back. “I still have to give you your present.”

“You didn't have to get me anything,” you said once you lifted your head.

The super soldier’s jaw dropped. “It’s our first Valentine's Day. I'd be a rotten boyfriend if I didn't get you something.”

“You’re far from rotten, Bucky Barnes,” you smiled, both of you sitting up so he could reach for the present he had nearby. The heart wrapping paper was sweet and you imagined the cashier swooned when he bought it.

He suddenly looked nervous when he handed it over. “I hope you like it,” he said, tucking a bit of his hair behind his ear.

“I’ll love it,” you promised, carefully opening it. It didn't matter what he gave you since it came from him. “Oh, Bucky…” you whispered, tears instantly blurring your vision.

Inside of the box was a scrapbook titled “Our Love Story”. Blinking the tears away, you slowly opened it and saw a photo of the two of you. It was the first photo you had ever taken together. It was one of your happiest memories. Bucky gave you so many fond memories.

“Do you… like it?” he softly asked as you continued to flip through the pages.

“I love it. Thank you,” you answered in awe. It had how you met, your first date, places you visited, your bucket list, and more. There were blank pages in the back to fill up together, too. It was such a thoughtful, touching gift. “Have I told you I love you today?”

“You have, but I’d love to hear it again,” he winked, pleased that you loved your gift.

You held his face in your hands, not shying away when his eyes met yours. “I love you, Bucky,” you whispered.

His eyes slipped shut, briefly overcome with emotion. “I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered back.

“Now time for your gift,” you smiled, but he stopped you before you could pull away.

“Later,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you as you giggled. “Right now I want one more of those best kisses.”

You'd give him all the kisses he wanted, today and every day.

Love and thanks for participating! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[cute-sucker]

smile for the camera

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rafe called you his prized trophy, and you didn't mind it. you trotted in your tight skirts, black card and tiny heels. it was a ritual, something calming. you needed a label, something to stand by.

something that branded you to be his. but you didn't mind his demands, sometimes you were sweet about it. sometimes you let things go wild, but you knew he would take care of you. that was the important thing. that was what you needed most of all/  

there was something about him that made you feel protected. and he liked that you let him do that. you fueled his male insecurities of having to be a strong, strong man, because of how desperately you needed someone like that.

you used to be a pageant queen, a girl who had gems stuck to her forehead, makeup drowning her face, teeth bleached white, and the constant need to be loved. one of your vivid memories was getting dragged to get your hair done, your mother screeching about how needy you were. the whole appointment you cried your eyes out, arms flailing out, whispering questions.

"do you love me mommy?"

and she would pull you up, her lipstick clashing againts her leopard orange jumpsuit. you could already hear the insult, and braced yourself.

"would someone love their cash cow?" then she paused watching your expression. you were five. you didn't know what that meant, but you could feel yourself being inspected like an insect, and then finally when you cowered your gaze to the floor, she hummed with contempt.

"no. now, shut up" then her harsh hand would graze against your chin to fix your hair. you whimpered, hands aching to take out your outfit. the rest of the memory was too painful to remember.

but those days were gone. rafe had caught your eye the first time you worked at the country club. you lacked the vanity or the items that would attract someone who had money, but there was something about your smile.

you were dazzling no matter what, and that was when rafe had seen you. you had gone to the bathroom before to serve him, and came back with pink glossy lips and doe eyes that showed him that you were innocent. you needed protection. you needed someone to give you the firm hand, and then kiss you with forgiveness.  

so there it was. within weeks he would only call you to serve him, and you would do so quickly, the same smile plastered on your face, and finally as if he was pissed he pulled you down. your mom had always told you that the one thing she liked about you was your winning smile. but, something was wrong.

"nah, i don't like that."

you snapped to look at him, your fake smile wavering for a moment, "what's the problem, mr. cameron?"

sometimes that would earn a chuckle out of him, and you could tell the way he was sitting that he liked it but - but there was something wrong, and suddenly he was pulling you down to sit with him. you felt shocked seeing him so close. you could smell his breath, and you felt your heart drum faster.

"get that-" he pointed to your face, "-fucking fake smile outta here. if you wanna make me happy? give me a real smile."

and that was it, and then he grunted almost pushing you up. you sniffled, and then got up, hands reaching to fix your skirt and then hurried out to the backdoor. no one called back for you, and it was almost as if his words echoed all the way home as you caught the bus.

you spent hours crying over that moment. as you got home you rushed to the bathroom. your disgusting apartment smellt of cockroaches, and burnt food, and you sat there in your sink. you smiled. stopped. smiled. stopped. smiled. it hurt the way the cracks of your smile etched into your mouth.

what was wrong with it?

for god sakes what was he talking about?

x

those days were now long gone. no longer did you wait tables, or go back to your crappy apartment that made you feel gross. instead you slept in a warm bed in tanyhill waking up to rafe's firm hands on your body. you snuggled closer to him, placing your hands on his chest.

"hey?" he murmered, head buried in the fluff of his pillow. you giggled at his strange expression, and he quickly stuck his head out, eyes squinted, "what's wrong?"

you sighed, "nothing rafey. i-"

he looked at you again, a pointed look on his face, "spit it out."

you bit your lip, your voice a whisper when you asked your question. you had always been told to never ask questions unless you wanted the backhand, but rafe waited patiently.

"um," you sputtered out, "um, you remember that day when you came into the country club and i was serving-"

he hummed appreciatively, "yeah you were so hot, goddamn-"

at this you giggled again, before placing your hand on his mouth, "gotta shut up for a second-" and then you bit your lip before tilting your head, "remember that day when you told me to stop smiling, or something like you didn't like my smile?"

rafe seemed to furrow his eyebrows, "no, baby, i don't really remember that," he muttered out, and you felt your heart prick.

your eyes watered the way they always did, as your throat clogged up, "i was wondering what you meant by that?"

he sighed finally, looking at you. you looked so small in your pink nightgown, lip stuck out as you seemed to clench your fists to the sides of your body. you watched him carefully, hoping that something - some emotions would show on his face.

he sighed again, before reaching out for you, "baby, come here. you seem so far away," he said soflty, pulling you closer until you were in his lap. he held you close, his words humming a sweet vibration through your body. you felt safe, you felt at home.

you felt your breathing calm, as you listened to his steady beat. his hand moved up and down your back.

"listen," he began, his voice a low rumble, "when I said that, i didn't mean I didn't like your smile. i just meant i wanted to see the real you. not some fake, plastered-on smile you thought i wanted to see."

you sniffled, tears brimming in your eyes, but you felt a small flicker of relief. "but why didn't you just say that?" you whimpered, your voice small and vulnerable.

he tilted your chin up, making you look into his eyes. "i was a dickhead, and you seemed like a sweet girl. i wanted to know you as that sweet girl"

you blinked, a tear slipping down your cheek. he make a soft sound of protest as he wiped the tear away with his coarse thumb, touch tender

"you mean that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. you felt shy now, folding into your self, as rafe smiled against your skin.

"of course, i mean it," he replied firmly. "y'think i'd lie about something like that?"

finally he pulled you up to give you a firm kiss, "my princess."

you buried your face in his chest, letting his words sink in. the weight of the past seemed to lift, if only a little, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. "thank you, rafe," you murmured against his skin.

he held you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "no need to thank me, baby."

for the first time in a long time, you felt a genuine smile tug at your lips.