#fluff n stuff

[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]

“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

[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]

how to fix ur grumpy king bf:

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

[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. 

[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.

[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

[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.

[glossdebut]

study break | MYG

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: Yoongi was an extremely effective tutor, until he wasn’t. As it turns out, dating the person who is singlehandedly responsible for bringing up your Fundamentals of Music Theory grade isn’t the smartest move in the world. 

✧ TAGS: college au, smut, fluff

✧ WARNINGS: oral (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, slight overstimulation

✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, so this is NOT price of fame chapter two, nor is it the seokjin fic that i’ve been teasing for weeks. this is instead a secret third thing, inspired by my own post that has been living rent free in my brain for the past couple of days. i promise POF2 and the seokjin fic are both coming, but i had to get this out before i lost my damn mind. not beta read, so feel free to inform me of any mistakes i missed. P.S. i know the header isn’t debut yoongi, don’t fucking @ me about it!! i had this photo on hand ):

✧ WORDCOUNT: 2.2k words

Yoongi was an extremely effective tutor, until he wasn’t.

As it turns out, dating the person who is singlehandedly responsible for bringing up your Fundamentals of Music Theory grade isn’t the smartest move in the world. 

Things were so much easier when you—wrongfully—assumed he was an asshole. At least then, the arrangement was clear: you met him in the library, tried not to get annoyed at what a know-it-all he seemed to be for an hour, and then went back to your dorm with a slightly easier method of memorizing the circle of fifths under your belt. It went on like that for weeks. Quick and effective, mostly painless.

But then, when awkward small talk developed into genuine interest, you got to know him.

You learned that the reason he never takes notes in class is because he doesn’t have to. He taught himself all of the basics of music theory years ago, could’ve tested out and moved on to a more advanced class, but he wanted an easy A in his course load. You learned that he’s a classical piano major. He likes it just fine, but it’s really a means to an end. You learned that he writes his own raps, performs them at underground shows with a group of friends some weekends, that that’s what he really wants to do. You learned that he’s not an asshole and he’s just shy, that he’s been working up the courage to ask you out all semester.

You learned even more about him on your first date.

Such as: he’s the self-proclaimed master of grilling meat, and he’ll load up your plate for you before he even thinks of feeding himself. He may act like he’s not interested in going to the noraebang, but with just the slightest bit of insistence from you he’ll fold like a piece of paper. He thinks it’s cute when you snatch his snapback right off of his head and put it on your own. Even cuter when you fumble through a verse of Epik High’s ‘Love Love Love,’ squealing happily when he joins in. 

And: he kisses like he’s got something to prove. Knows all the right ways to use his tongue. Makes a low noise in the back of his throat when you do something he likes. Isn’t the slightest bit shy about pulling you into his lap, nor about slipping his hand into your panties right there, Epik High forgotten in favor of making you cum around his skilled fingers. 

So. Yeah.

Yoongi is no longer an effective tutor, because instead he is a fucking distraction.

You’re supposed to be studying. You had been studying, both of you putting up a valiant effort for a full hour and a half. But just as you’d gotten a firm grasp on the seven musical modes—Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian, Locrian—-Yoongi was whining, insisting on taking a break. You tried to put up a fight, but you’re especially weak when Yoongi gets all sulky, soft pink lips pulled into a pout.

Notecards tossed aside, your fifteen minute study break quickly devolves into half an hour of making out on Yoongi’s bed. As soft music filters into his dorm room from his laptop, you lose track of time with his tongue sliding against yours, the occasional sting of his teeth on your bottom lip because he knows you like it. When you feel his erection pressed against your hip it quickly becomes very clear that you’re both done studying for the time being.

The way Yoongi kisses you never fails to make you crazy. His lips on yours are gentle but commanding at the same time, his hands in your hair holding your head exactly where he wants it as he licks into your mouth like he owns it. When he pulls away, you barely have a chance to catch your breath before he’s trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Your hips rock up against his, desperate for friction. 

“Baby,” Yoongi murmurs against your skin. His hands slide down from your hair to gently tug at the waistband of your jeans, an index finger circling teasingly around the button. “Wanna eat you out. You want that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, gasping when he nips at the underside of your jaw. Your voice is high, needy, foreign to your own ears. He’s good at that—at pulling sounds out of you that you didn’t know you could make.

He wastes no time in peeling your jeans down your legs, tossing them off the bed and out of his way. Yoongi likes to have as much space as possible when he eats you out, you’ve learned. He likes to take his time, spread you out as much as he can on his shitty dorm-provided twin size mattress. Just because he can make you cum in record time—and he can—doesn’t mean he likes to. Not when he’d much rather drag it out, savor you in every imaginable way until you can’t take it anymore. 

You know you’re in for it when he doesn’t take your panties off right away. Instead, when he settles between your thighs, all he does is look for a moment, his gaze laser-focused on the growing wetness seeping through the cotton. 

It lasts long enough that you start to squirm, his eyes flicking up to meet yours at the sudden movement.

“A-are you…?” you start, but you trail off, suddenly feeling way too fucking shy for something you’ve done with him more times than you can count at this point. 

“Yeah,” he hums, looking up at you with an amused smirk. “Yeah, I’m getting to it, sweetness. I just wanted to look at you for a second. Is that okay?”

You shiver, swallowing thickly as you nod.

“You sure?” he teases, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, so close to where you want him. “You don’t have anywhere better to be?”

“Shut up, Yoongi,” you complain, sitting up for a moment to flick him on the forehead.

“Yah, so disrespectful,” he admonishes with a bite right where he’d just kissed. “I’m just playing. I know you don’t wanna be anywhere else.”

Your eyes narrow at him. “I don’t,” you agree, suspicious. He’s up to something.

“No, you don’t,” Yoongi hums knowingly, holding your gaze as he presses a kiss right to your clit. It makes your breath hitch, even with your panties subduing the feeling. “Because you love the way I eat this pussy, don’t you, baby?”

The answer is yes, of course. Yoongi always makes you feel so good no matter what he’s doing, but eating you out is definitely where he excels. But something about how cocky he’s being makes something stir inside of you—-makes you feel a little bold, a little mean. 

“When you actually get around to it, yeah.”

Yoongi chuckles darkly, snapping the waistband of your panties against your hip. When he lifts his head his eyes are all pupil. “It’s like that, huh?” he asks, his tongue running over his teeth.

“Maybe,” you say, goading.

He clicks his tongue, dipping down to lick a broad stripe over your pussy without any warning. When he reaches your clothed clit, he wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, tearing a surprised moan from you.

“F-fuck!” Your fingers tangle in his hair, desperate for something to hold on to, but the overwhelming pleasure is gone as quickly as it came.

“Such a brat,” Yoongi mumbles, sinking his teeth into the softness of your inner thigh again, harder this time. “Just wanted to take my time, treat you nice. But if you want it like this, fine.”

Mercifully, his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. He roughly drags them down your legs until they’re thrown onto the floor, out of sight just like your jeans.

You gasp when his fingers instantly slide over your slippery cunt, making you gasp. “You get this wet just from pissing me off?” he scoffs, and you shake your head. 

“N-no,” you whimper.

“No?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head at you with a smirk. You feel like you’re going to die when his fingers find your clit, rubbing in punishing little circles. “Tell me what gets you this wet, then, baby.”

“You!” you moan. It feels embarrassingly fast, but you’re close. You’re gonna cum before he even gets his mouth on you properly. Maybe that’s his goal. “You, fuck, Yoongi.”

“That’s right,” he purrs. “You gonna cum already, pretty girl? Before I even get to taste you?”

Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Motherfucker. 

You wouldn’t be able to protest even if you wanted to, your brain already succumbing to the pleasant buzz of your impending orgasm. All you can do is squirm and rock up against Yoongi’s fingertips, completely at his mercy.

“That’s okay,” Yoongi continues, unbothered as you shake and moan in front of him. “I know you can give me another one. Go ahead, sweetness. Cum for me.”

Your release tears through you, sudden and intense and all-consuming. You’re sure there are words coming out of your mouth, but between the heat spreading through your body and the static buzzing in your ears, you honestly have no idea what they could be. Yoongi’s fingers keep rubbing at your abused clit until you’re trembling, gasping for breath between moans.

“Filthy girl,” he hums. Whatever you said must’ve been good, because he sounds almost proud of you as he runs his hands over your thighs. “You gonna let me take my time now?”

“Yes,” you gasp, still reeling from your orgasm. Yoongi taking his time is exactly what you need right now, or else you’ll go into complete overdrive. Absently, you think that was his plan all along, but that thought melts away as soon as Yoongi dips down and delves his tongue into your cunt, slow and thorough. 

Your brain? Empty. Brain so fucking empty.

“Shit,” he groans against you, his voice so low and gravelly you can feel the vibration of his words against your pussy. “You always taste so fucking good after you cum for me.”

You thread your fingers through his hair again, moaning long and low as he spreads you apart with his thumbs and dives back in. His nose nudges just slightly against your clit as he licks into you, the barely-there contact making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Yoongiiii,” you moan, earning an appreciative moan from him as he dips his tongue into your entrance.

Your first orgasm took you by surprise, but you can tell already that this one is going to be a slow burn, tendrils of heat that never really got a chance to fade spreading through your body, adagio.

As promised, Yoongi takes his sweet time. He sets an agonizing rhythm: licking into you, dragging his tongue up your pussy, gently sucking your clit into his mouth, over and over again until you’re practically a puddle on his mattress.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” you mewl, your thighs shaking around his head. You’d blush at the sounds he’s producing between your legs, slurping and sucking at you, if you weren’t so fucked out. Instead, all it does is turn you on even more, make you even wetter for him. 

Yoongi pulls back, huffing a laugh through his nose. “I know, baby,” he murmurs soothingly. “You ready to cum again?”

Wordlessly, you nod, squeezing your eyes shut. Two fingers tease at your entrance, getting nice and wet before Yoongi slides them in, and just like that, you’re ready to burst.

“Nnngh—fuck, ‘m so fucking close,” you slur, grasping at his hair as he pumps his fingers into you.

“Give it to me,” he says, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and making stars burst behind your eyelids.

His fingers curl just right, and then you’re moaning brokenly, bucking up against his fingers and mouth as you cum again.

It feels like it lasts forever. Yoongi moans around your clit as you clench around his fingers, squeezing tight tight tight as heat crashes over you in waves. You feel his fingers withdraw, and then his tongue is fucking into you again, licking every last drop he’s earned from you.

He only breaks away when you’re pushing at his head, overstimulated and spent.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he rumbles, climbing up the bed so he’s on top of you, bracing himself on his elbows. He’s one to talk. He always looks so good like this—swollen lips and dark eyes, the bottom half of his face slick from eating you out so fucking well. “You can just cum and cum for me, can’t you?”

“You are insane,” you breathe, grasping at the strings of his sweatshirt to pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. 

Yoongi chuckles, pulling away just to press his forehead against yours. “You like it,” he says.

“I like you,” you correct, closing your eyes. “Even though I’m going to fail my final because of you.”

That earns a real laugh from Yoongi, his nose scrunching. “You’re not gonna fail.”

“I am,” you say, nodding sagely. “But it’ll be worth it.”

“That so?” He presses another kiss to your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Besides, I’ll just find a better tutor next semester when I have to retake.”

That earns you a sharp jab of Yoongi’s fingers to your side, but he’s got one of those gummy smiles on his face as you squeal under him, so no harm done.

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grin to win - the genz!driver

pairing: the genz!driver x 24!grid (pre and during singapore)

summary: it’s the gzd first ever win, but getting there was a bumpy road

word count: 4.3k

warning: not proof read and some angst, talks about not feeling enough and all that

note: i am so sorry for not having updated in such a long time, i do hope you still like my stuff :)

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it has been weeks since our beloved gen-z driver has had a positive experience. silly season started earlier than she thought - daniel was rumoured to be dropped soon. max hasn’t won for a long time, she wasn’t sure if that’s positive or negative, but she feels sorry for her favourite dutch. carlos finally announced he’s signed with williams.

oh, and logan’s been dropped.

oliver is driving for haas next year. mclaren overtook redbull in the constructors championship. lando has started his transition to mad-lando (get it? because he’s starting to drive like mad-max? anyway). kimi signed with mercedes.

but there weren’t any news surrounding y/n. nothing negative, but also nothing positive. no rumours of her signing with a new team, or staying at her current team. her contract will run out at the end of the season.

she hasn’t heard from her team ceo or principal yet. she wasn’t underperforming, no she’s just performing as expected. but also not doing better.

she needed that something. that something that reassured her, that she’s in the right place. she needed at least a podium this season. that’s what she was telling herself for the last weeks. beating herself up, every time she didn’t perform well enough (in her eyes, we have to say. because if you looked at it from a neutral view, she was doing more than fine).

the stress has been eating her up. she was staying longer at the gym, eating less, seeing the guys less, not seeing her friends or family. even her boyfriend broke up with her, because she’s been ignoring him and focusing too much on her racing.

lewis was the first one to suspect something, knowing this behaviour all to well from himself. but he didn’t know what to do. should he ask her about it or say something to someone professional?

the first thing he did was tell george. george usually knew what to do. except this time.

„lew, im sorry man, i don’t know what do do“, he sighed and looked over to his teammate. „we could just tell the principal, but i don’t know if we‘ll brake her trust this way.“

„she just needs to see, that she’s good enough, i know that that’s the issue she’s having right now“, said lewis to george.

the taller one just shrugged, „maybe we should just, you know, talk to her“, he suggested.

lewis agreed, but he was sure, that he was the wrong person to talk to y/n. that’s why he called seb.

and as her phone started to ring and her favourite picture of her and seb appeared on her screen, she instantly knew, that someone noticed her weird behaviour. why else would sebastian call during race week?

with a heavy sigh she picked up her phone and tried to sound as happy as possible as she said: „hi seb! what’s going on?“

the german scrunched up his face as he heard the rather happy voice of the young girl. „hi there, pretty lady. i heard you’ve been absent lately“, he said softly.

the moment y/n heard her current situation from someone else, her tears fell. she didn’t think that it’d effect her this much, someone knowing what’s been going on lately, but it did.

„how do you know?“, she sniffled. her cries broke sebs heart, he could only imagine how his daughter’s future teenage cries would take him out.

„a birdie noticed and told me, hun.“ - „who was it? tell me it wasn’t my ex, because that bloody pig told me, if i couldn’t care enough about him, he wouldn’t care about me and if he called you, that means he���d still care about me and that would only make me feel more guilt over the whole situation“, y/n started to ramble.

„hey hey, no, it wasn’t him“, seb stopped her rambling. „i won’t tell you who, im just gonna tell you, as someone standing on the sidelines, you’re doing more than fine, okay?“

she shook her head no, even though the retired driver couldn’t see her. „no im not, everybody’s getting to sign their new contract or has been rumoured to be let go, but nothings happening with me“, she sighed.

seb told her, that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, that teams usually like to torture their drivers to see how far they’re willing to push. and that she just had to let the team get to her and not assume anything.

„but what if it’s like the situation with daniel? or logan? what if it’s the same with me?“

„then so be it, you can come to switzerland for a few weeks, we‘ll forget the whole thing and organise something new, it’s as easy as that“, seb told her.

„and honestly, y/n, you’re not being dropped, or rumours would have already been going around. as i said, just go with the flow.“

that’s what she tried. she tried to engage more with the other drivers. she tried to enjoy little things like eating chocolate.

she started to regularly talk with seb and talk about her feelings and worries - which helped her a lot.

and as time flew by, she got back into her zone. back into that racing mode, back into the fight.

it was singapore, hot and humid, but she was ready to fight. right before qualifying lewis visited her garage. looking relieved to see her spirits back where they belong.

„kiddo, you ready?“, he asked. y/n grinned at him and threw two thumps up. „good“, he murmured.

„good luck!“, he shouted. „you too, you’re gonna need it with my pace“, she laughed back.

„i hope so“, whispered the mercedes driver. „i really hope so.“

y/n sat in her car, she felt that something good would be happening. she never felt this ready for qualifying before.

q1 and q2 went by as a breeze. her lap times were phenomenal, she’s done better, but they were still great. easing into q3 with a good feeling and good lap times.

„y/n, you’ve been doing great out there, don’t push yourself too much, okay? i’ll tell you when to give it your all. we’re going for the front row“, her race engineer told her.

front row, that was really something.

„you think we can do it?“, she asked nervously. „i think that you can do it.“

with that statement she drove out of the garage onto the track. driving some laps to warm up her tyres. feeling the track and the car. she took a deep breath in and let it out and waited for her race engineer to giver her their sign.

tears stained her cheeks as she got out of the car. everything was blurry. confusion was written on her face. qualifying just ended and she will start the race from p2 on sunday.

she couldn’t believe it, neither could her team or to be honest, every other driver on the grid.

journalist started to surround the garage, friends of the young girl had trouble getting to her. the first one who made it through the masses, was oscar.

as soon as she saw him, she started screaming; „oscar! can you believe it?“

the aussy looked at the girl, or rather young woman, and only grinned at her. „you’re giving me the creeps with that smile, os“, y/n giggled. „you look like the joker, who are you about to murder?“

„the one who’s been making you feel worthless, but that’s a different story“, he half whispered half sighed.

the young driver had to sigh, she knew the other drivers had caught on her emotions. but she didn’t think, that they’d know in this detail.

y/n grinned through the pang and hugged the australian. „thanks for being there for me“, she whispered.

the moment oscar wanted to say something sentimental, his teammate barged through the journalists and jumped on them both.

„i cannot believe it! my best friend, starting front row, my goodness“, he exhaled and inhaled again: „together! we’re starting front row together!“

y/n giggled once again, she felt, that this wasn’t the last giggle of the day. „will you let me pass?“, she asked jokingly.

lando looked shocked: „are you kidding me? nuh-uh, no way in hell will i let you pass, now that im a race winner, you’ll have to earn it fair and square!“

„fair“, oscar laughed. y/n shoved oscar outraged. „you’re on his side?“ - „i am a race winner too, you know?“

„indeed he is“, carlos called from the end of the garage. „oi, this isn’t your garage“, a mechanic of her team shouted, „this isn’t all of you guys‘ garage“, he said, as he realised two more drivers were present.

„let’s go, we‘re going to some hospitality or something“, y/n suggested. with an apologetic look towards the mechanics, the drivers left the garage.

„i’ll update the groupchat and tell them where we are“, lando mumbled. oscar’s and carlos‘ phone dinged, but y/n‘s was left out.

„wait, what groupchat did you text?“, she asked confused. „the one about you’re crisis-“ lando just saw carlos‘ and oscar’s head shacking no, as he slowly finished his sentence, realising his mistake, „-without you in it.“

„what?“ - „lewis and seb created a groupchat, to discuss some tips on how to lift your spirits, s‘all“, oscar slowly explained.

„okay“, said the female driver slowly. „thanks, i guess?“

„wait, so you all knew? i mean i kind of suspected you knowing, but you all knew? and what did you discuss?“

the three drivers thought carefully about their next words. carlos was the first to speak out: „nothing really. lewis just told us, that your behaviour reminded him of himself when he first joined mercedes and seb just told us, that he was talking with you about it and just kind of updated us.“

„y/n you’re very important to all of us, we love you and want you to be well. if somethings going on, we worry about you and want to fix it“, oscar supplemented.

„why didn’t you tell us?“ lando was the last to speak. his voice full of hurt. „oh lando, im sorry, i didn’t want to bother all of you with my shit“, she admitted.

daniel could see the falling tears on her face from far away. he could also see the many cameras realising their existence. he sprinted over to the four, to mainly shield them from the media, but his weird running drew more attention to the drivers.

„hi there, don’t cry, cameras“, he huffed. the little smile came back to y/n‘s face, as she looked at daniel’s red and out of breath face.

„hey i thought you were a high performance athlete?“, she smiled and wiped away her tears. „i am, athletes sweat, baby“, daniel said.

„i heard that that’s your last race, is it true, danny?“, she changed the topic from herself to the smiley australian.

„don’t change the topic, girly“, he smiled sincerely. „there’s no truth, until you get that breaking post on insta.“

„hey, but front row, huh? how nice does it feel?“, he asked her. still on the move, she nearly tripped, not only over her next sentence, but also over a curb; „very good but also kinda scary.“

„i got lando here in front of me and max behind me, just a little bit scary“, she elaborated further.

at the mention of the dutch, he appeared in front of the group suddenly. „i heard my name, what’s going on?“

„i get it, max is scary“, oscar whispered more to himself. „dude, how’d you do that?“, lando asked impressed.

„magic“, max waved his hand in front of his face and laughed. he high five’d y/n next and smiled at the other drivers.

„max is scary when he smiles“, said oscar slow and quietly towards lando, who agreed soundlessly. „hey, watch it“, max then pointed out.

on the other side, daniel was standing close to y/n, studying every twitch on her face. looking at carlos they silently communicated. the older two each grabbed a hand of hers and pulled her towards the next hospitality.

as usual, lando, max and oscar didn’t notice the other three‘s disappearance.

the two mercedes drivers, fernando and charles were already waiting. as soon as the female driver noticed lewis‘ braids, she sprinted towards him.

he though that she would gleefully hug him, but thought differently. with an angry step she stood in front of him. „how dare you make a groupchat about my feelings!“, she pointed a finger at his chest.

although she was small, she was fearful. her finger digging painfully into his chest, twisting every other second.

the older driver caved under her touch and slouched: „i’m so sorry, i just wanted to help.“

„by creating a groupchat? you could’ve just talked to me“, she sighed. „i know, but i thought i wasn’t the right person“, he admitted. „lew, you’re always the right person to talk to me“, she smiled lightly, „don’t ever do that again though!“

„okay“, he agreed, „but front row, love! how excited are you?“

and then she explained her thoughts all over again. noticing max not being here to make a scary entrance again. she explained happily, how the dutch suddenly appeared in front of her and how he reminded her of the flying dutch.

george and nando stood there listening to their favourite driver and grinned at her expressions and exclamations. her arms were up in the air, face twisted to match each of her words.

if that young woman would not be like this ever again, they swore to change the whole world for her.

„i’ll miss her“, daniel whispered to lewis. „oh buddy, it’s official then, this your last race?“

daniel nodded: „they have to recruite liam or he’s free to whichever team signs him.“ lewis looked at his friend, they’ve known each other for so long. it‘ll be weird without the australian on the grid.

„does she know?“, he then asked. „no, wouldn’t want to jinx anything and take her spirits away“, daniel hummed. „i get it, you have to tell her after the race though. wouldn’t be fair if she found out through insta.“

oscar, lando and max then trailed in with pierre, alex and charles. looking at the scene in front of them;

y/n telling some sort of story with fernando and george watching them and lewis with daniel standing on the side talking with hushed voices.

„we should celebrate“, lando said out of the blue. the female driver gasped upon hearing the random suggestion and turned around to face her best friend.

„yes, oh my god, that is such a good idea“, she excitedly said. „what should we do?“

charles said, that they could order pizza. pierre disagreed and said, that they should rent out a restaurant and eat authentic food. oscar thinks, that they should treat themselves with some spa time (they think, that lily really has a grip on that man).

lando suggested they’d go to the cinema. carlos said, that they should just go back to the hotel and do a relaxing movie night. lewis suggested they take a stroll with roscoe and leo. max thought some laps on the sim would be enough to celebrate.

george thought, that exploring singapore would be fun. fernando was just happy to tag along. daniel wanted to go swimming somewhere. and y/n, she really wanted to bury her face in ice cream and enjoy the time with her boys.

so that’s what they did. bought loads of ice cream, rented some movies at her hotel, turned her room into a home cinema and ordered some pizza too, just for fun. and of course roscoe had to stay there too.

after all that celebration, y/n was so tired, she fell asleep on fernando. he gushed and ushered the others to take some pics.

after tucking her in, setting the alarm for the next day, they all bid their goodbyes and left y/n alone. except lando - he stayed.

he was her best friend after all and he had to talk about all of the stuff with her. but it could wait until the morning, he was pretty tired himself.

as the alarm clock rang, y/n jolted up, confused as to where she was. seeing her hotel room, she remembered yesterday and what they did. she then felt someone moving beside her, turning around she saw a head full of curls and knew not to worry.

„lando, what are you doing here?“, she giggled. the mclaren driver groaned and stuffed his face into the pillow. „i have to talk about the stuff with you“, he then said.

„and you had to stay here why?“ - „because i knew i wouldn’t catch you before you would leave for the paddock, only logical solution was to stay here with you“, he finally lifted up his head and grinned at his best friend.

she laughed a little and ruffled up his hair. „you’re cute, but we don’t need to talk.“

he shook his head and made some grunting noises, disagreeing with her statement. „but we do, i need to talk about it.“

she told him everything he wanted to know. from the first time she thought she was not enough, to the phone calls with seb and to her feeling better over time.

„just promise me you’ll talk to me next time, okay?“, he begged her at the end of their conversation. she nodded. „say it, say that you’ll talk to me.“ - „i will, i will talk to you, lando, i promise.“

„good, but now, let’s get ready to race“, he grinned and changed the subject. y/n almost forgot, that they had a race to drive. and that she was starting from p2! „let’s go“, she excitedly said.

the day almost went by like a blur. the two arrived at the paddock, parted ways at her garage, bid good luck to each other.

she started her training session? warmed up with her trainer, ate some food, went to the toilet, that’s important. and then she already had to attempt the drivers parade.

she has never felt this nervous before. standing on that wagon, waving to the fans, not wanting to let anyone down, but mostly not herself.

the compulsive thoughts were coming back and she tried to remember what seb taught her. she breathed in for eight seconds, held her breath for seven, breathed out for eight again and held for seven. she repeated the box breathing method and tried to focus on the here and now.

lando saw her struggling to maintain a happy face and went over to her. „s‘all good?“, he asked in a hushed voice.

she nodded softly; „just trying to stay in the moment and not drift too far into the future.“

lando nodded, kind of understanding what she meant and just stayed by her side until the parade was over. as they parted ways for the second time that day, he hugged her and wished her only the best of luck.

her pre-race-ritual was listening to music, so she whipped out her headphones and blasted her loudest music on her playlist.

she almost jumped as her race engineer tapped her shoulder, to inform her that it was time to get into the car.

even though the first half of the day felt sped up, now everything was moving in slow motion.

she felt like james bond or any other action movie hero. her headphones still blasting music, she imagined herself looking total badass getting into her car.

step by step, nodding her head along to the music. arms flung up into the air to squeeze herself into the car. she mouthed some of the words as a mechanic gave her her steering wheel.

slowly she placed it into the socket and clicked it into it. still, everyone was moving in slow motion. she closed her eyes for a second, just trying to find her inner peace.

the music faded, she concentrated on her heartbeat. feeling it slow down, beat per beat. as she opened her eyes, the world was back to normal speed.

she took off her headphones, handed them to someone standing around the car. she lifted up her gloves, put them on and clapped her hands together.

„let’s get going then, ey?“, y/n then said to her crew. no clear answer came back, just some reassuring noises from around.

her helmet was laying in front of her, she looked at her drivers number, traced it with her finger and swiftly put it on.

the car was then rolled on to the track, everything was buzzing. she heard her race engineer checking the coms. hustling around her were all of the mechanics.

y/n went over the track once again. she knew every corner, she felt every bump on the road. her body knew when to turn, when to slow down or speed up. she knew what to do, this was her race.

she proved it by overtaking lando on corner one, lap one. right after the start there was a new race leader and they were called y/n l/n.

a woman was leading a formula one race.

she took off, she didn’t have to think about it, it was all muscle memory.

little did she know, lando was cheering behind her. even max was grinning like a mad man. for once both of them were content with not winning.

history was made on that day. as y/n crossed that finish line she couldn’t believe what was happening.

„y/n l/n, you are a formula one grand prix winner!“, she just heard her race engineer through her coms.

„and there it is, the first woman to win an f1 race, can you believe that we’ve just witnessed history?“

„i cannot, oh this is just fantastic! y/n proved that she could win, even with a mediocre car, just imagine her in a redbull or ferrari. this is beautiful, unbelievable.“

the female drivers head was spinning. what does she have to do now? in her whole career she only had one podium. but she was pumped with adrenaline that moment, she really just can’t recall what she has to do now.

she figured she’d just follow lando in her car and behold, she ended up at parc fermé. parking her car in front of the stand with the number one on it, she climbed out of it.

fuck, what cool pose was she gonna do? she hadn’t thought about that. just, improvise, she thought.

i’d will be embarrassing either way, she thought next. she took out her steering wheel, disconnected her helmet from the car and coms and jumped out of the car.

and then she just fell to her knees. at first sobbing into her helmet and not believing everything that has happened so far.

but the sobs quickly turned into laughter. she bowed, just like sebastian did, in front of her car.

sighing with happiness she stood up from the ground. lando came running to her, scooping her up and basically throwing her around.

„my god, you did it! you really did it!“

that was the actual moment, y/n realised what just had happened. that she had just won a grand prix. that she had just written history. that she had just done it.

max was coming from the other side, almost skipping. when have you ever seen max verstappen skipping?

„oh wow, this must feel so great, huh?“, he asked. „like a mountain falling from my shoulders actually“, she said.

she wanted to say so much more, but she was pulled aside to weigh. that procedure she knew. and then, there was her team, ready to celebrate the young driver.

just like lando, she sprinted towards them and jumped into the team. she was lifted up, chants were heard throughout the whole parc fermé.

„congratulations y/n, i knew you’d write history one day“, her team principal congratulated her.

from the side of her eye she saw christian horner giving her two thumps up. the next moment he mouthed: „let’s talk.“

does this mean? oh my god.

her chain of thoughts were broken, as lando pulled her along in to the cool down room.

she laid her helmet on the pillar and took the pirelli hat from the stand. her heart had finally time to calm down.

max and lando were grinning like crazy, as they approached the young girl woman. „congratulations, y/n, well done, perfect driving, couldn’t have done it better myself“, max told her. „ahhh, we’re both race winners!“, lando then shouted.

„that’s true! oh my god, i can’t believe it, and in the same season, high five!“

„who do i spray with my champagne, you or max?“, she suddenly asked. both men laughed at her question. „you spray whoever you want.“

so that’s what she did. before that, she closed her eyes at the national anthem. quietly sang along. never felt this much pride before. received the trophy and placed it far, far away from lando and shook that chanpagne bottle to spray all of the people present at the podium.

she took a swig of the god awful champagne, she remembered from last time how nasty it tasted. and she held her promise she once had with daniel.

at her first win, she would do a shoey, without any hesitation. she took of her sweaty shoes, sat down on the podium, filled the shoe up to the rim, hopefully the first sip would have the least amount of sweat and just started chugging it.

if you were present that day, you heard daniel ricciardo shouting and yelling at her from parc fermé. his whistling may have been recorded by the cameras, but who knows, the whole world was whistling for her in that moment.

nothing would ever beat that feeling ever again. drenched in sweat and champagne, chugged the mix of it and a heart full of love in that moment. she grinned at her win.

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[sun-kissy]

hi baby!! for your christmas sleepover can i request the 🧸 with poly!marauders and prompt try to eat please!! thank you so much love bug!!

thank you for the request, my lilypad! hope you like your teddy bear, love you loads 🧸💛

muffin | poly!marauders

— “Try to eat.”

poly!marauders x reader

summary: you feel sick because you haven’t eaten in a bit. your boyfriends take perfect care of you.

tw: nausea, implied ed recovery, just a whole lot of hurt/comfort, our boys are angels fr <3

“Sweetheart,” Sirius coos worriedly as soon as he’s within sight, clearly tipsy as he stumbles towards you and Remus. James follows close behind, one hand on his boyfriend’s back and a pinch between his eyebrows.

You’re crouched on the cold floor of the bathroom, Remus right beside you with his hand on the small of your back. Everything looked like nothing but blurry dots, fading in and out of your vision. You can faintly make out the silhouette of one of your boyfriends flushing your sick down the toilet.

Mary and Lily were throwing a Christmas party at their new place. You and your boyfriends had been here for a couple of hours, Sirius going straight to the food table while James was immediately dragged away by a couple of old pals from the team back in school.

You could see Marlene beckoning to you across the room from the corner of your eye, but opted to stay next to Remus instead. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with your friends, you really did miss them. You just felt really, really sick. It had started as a quiet upheaval in your stomach on the way here, but then started to feel like a full-on tornado. It was as though someone was slamming a hammer against your temple, the metallic taste of bile quickly rising up your throat.

You knew you probably looked worse than you felt. Your hair clinged to the sweat on your forehead, breaths coming out in small, painful huffs. Even your makeup felt smudged, mascara mixing with the perspiration and further adding to the irritation on your skin. It was obvious that Remus had noticed. He asked you if you were okay a couple of times, and you waved him off. His instincts told him to stay right next to you. He was glad he did, because less than a half hour later, you had your hands pressed tightly over your mouth as you gagged, wide-eyed and panicked.

Now you were sat pathetically on the marble tiles of the bathroom, tear-streaked cheeks and burning throat. Sensing your need for space, Remus had resorted to rubbing his thumb over the curve of your ankle while you leaned against the wall opposite. He had quickly texted James about the situation, who gathered up Sirius, in all his inebriated glory, before rushing into the bathroom.

You feel a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, some things cold and metallic, though not unpleasant, digging into your skin. Sirius’ rings. The same sensation hits you someplace on your hips as you’re steered into another person’s arms. Your back falls snug onto a hard wall of a chest, gentle arms wrapping around your waist.

“Baby? Can you hear me?” James’ voice is soft near the shell of your ear, hands loving where they rub the fat of your stomach. You blink a couple times, vision still hazy but clear enough to pick up on your surroundings. The buzzing in your ears seemed to quieten at your boyfriend’s murmured words.

Your voice comes out as a quiet croak. “Yeah.”

Remus’ hand stills on your ankle, knowing you’d feel overstimulated by the sensation of two people touching your skin in different places. It’s no matter, though, because Sirius is quick to take your hands in his and squeeze them. He looks dangerously close to tears from where he’s kneeling in front of you.

“Are you okay? Do you feel better?”

You clear your throat, trying to muster a weak smile for his sake. “I –”

“What happened? Why did you feel sick? Did you –”

“Siri,” Remus is quick to take initiative, wrapping his arm around Sirius’ shoulder and gently pulling his boyfriend against him. “Relax. She’s okay,” he murmurs, unclear whether he’s trying to reassure Sirius or himself.

The long-haired boy frowns, but doesn’t say much else. Satisfied, Remus turns his attention back to you, eyebrows bunching up concernedly. “Do you feel better, lovely?”

You nod, and it’s a little more convincing than the smile you just tried to flash them. You feel yourself sinking more and more into James’ embrace, the feeling of his thumbs on your stomach distracting you from the searing pain in your gut.

James and Remus share a look. “Dove,” Remus starts softly. You meet his gaze curiously. He reaches out to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, palm settling on the dip of your chin. “You haven’t been eating enough.”

You sigh exasperatedly, opening your mouth to brush it off like you always do. But you’re cut off by James, tone slightly harsh though his touch remains gentle. “He’s right, angel. You’ve been skipping meals these past few weeks.”

“Yeah, and… and when you do eat,” Sirius pipes up, eyes narrowing like it’s taking him tons of effort to form a coherent sentence. It probably was, given the alcohol in his system. “You barely touch your food. You nibble on it, like… like um, a mouse.”

“Guys,” you speak up, feeling their eyes trained on you. Your breathing starts to pick up speed, and you try to ignore the anxiety slushing around in the pit of your stomach. “I’m fine, okay? I eat enough, and I didn’t puke because of that —“

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” James murmurs from behind you. You expect a telling off, maybe even a fight — but there’s nothing but sadness and worry in his voice.

You swallow, feeling your eyes start to sting again. “I’m not doing it on purpose, I swear. I’m trying,” your voice turns shaky as you lock eyes with Remus. He softens, moving forward slightly to take one of your hands in both of his. “We know you are, sweet girl. It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah,” James adds quietly, dotting a kiss into your hair. “You were doing so well. You still are. Just let us help you, okay?”

You nod, and almost don’t notice Sirius clumsily pulling himself up and staggering out the bathroom. Remus frowns, turning around and calling out to him, only to receive silence in response. He sighs and turns back to you, continuing to thumb at your palm comfortingly.

The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a bit, the only sound being that of soft kisses as James presses his lips to different parts of your cheek. His hands move sideways from your stomach, coming to rest against the curve of your hips. He feels the empty space between your skin and jeans — jeans which fit you snugly just a month ago. He says nothing, but you feel the disappointment radiating off him and seeping into your skin.

That’s when Sirius bursts in through the door, causing all three of you to glance up startledly. He marches towards you with a hint of determination in his eyes, sitting back down in front of you. He takes one look at you, and everything hard about his expression melts into softness.

“Here,” he mumbles, holding a muffin out to you like a child would. “Try to eat.”

You don’t miss the hint of adoration in Remus’ gaze as he smiles at his boyfriend, then at you encouragingly. “Go on,” James says softly, hands resuming their movement on your stomach.

Letting out a shaky exhale, you reach forward and take the muffin with a quiet murmur of thanks. You swallow and stare at the muffin. It glares back with hostility.

Sirius starts to babble, like he always does when he doesn’t know what else to do. Only this time, he knew exactly what he was doing. He tells you about this weird girl at work who tried to flirt with him.

Between the animated storytelling, Remus’ soft smiles and James’ touches, you find yourself quietly biting into the muffin. You still didn’t feel like you deserved to eat. But you did feel safe. And you wanted to try, for them.

You even let out a laugh when Sirius mentioned the girl’s disgust at finding out about you guys, making him grin. It takes a while, but you finish the muffin. Your boyfriends tell you just how proud they are. You believe them.

san’s christmas sleepover

[canthelpit0]

Girls

Pairing: Billie eilish x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k +

Summary: Billie lowkey has a crush on her childhood bsf. And she doesn’t realize it and accidentally comes out to finneas

Warnings: FLUFF, wlw, (mentioned) sexual tension, coming out, it’s around 2023, mentioned Tourette’s, Billie has a bf, finneas is in this

(A/n: I do not have Tourette’s don’t come for me)

“I just don’t understand” Billie groans rubbing her face in frustration.

She’d just been hanging out with her best friend. Her childhood best friend. You’d been at her house just watching a movie while commenting on the scenes and laughing together while eating popcorn.

You say something stupid about the main character, mocking his voice and the monologue currently displayed.

Billie can’t help but laugh at the poor impression. She isn’t even looking at the TV anymore, she’s just staring at your pretty face while little giggles leave her lips.

You keep mocking the main characters voice. You turn your head and your eyes land on Billie. Billie could swear her heart literally stopped. She licks her teeth as she desperately tries not to burst out into laughter.

You laugh, and suddenly Billie is laughing.

Billie, being the touchy ass person she is leans over casually putting her head onto your chest, more aggressively then needed. Her eyes close as laughs rack her body. Her hand unknowingly places itself on your chest while she laughs, burying her face into your shoulder.

After a while your laughs quiet down, the movie forgotten. It had just been playing without any of you paying attention while you laughed and neither of you could find it in yourselves to care.

Billie lifts her head, your faces entirely too close. She doesn’t move. Up until she realizes her hand is rest in on your boob.

Her eyes widen just slightly as she takes her hand off of your tit. She keeps looking at you tho, all while her face is pink with her blush. She feels like a coward as she moves back, too fast, too abruptly. But she plays it off and stuffs her mouth with popcorn as she starts watching the movie again, trying to ignore your warm presence next to her.

“…She’s just so pretty, it literally hurts, you know what I mean” Billie says after a long pause.

So what if she is venting to her brother? She needs to talk about this or she feels like she’ll combust.

“Sounds a little gay of you” finneas replies dryly. His face is blank, the sarcasm in his tone plain as day. Billie just groans at his words. He’s supposed to actually help, or shut up and listen.

“Fuck off finneas. It’s not gay to appreciates some ones looks” Billie scoffs loudly. She burries her face into her hands as she sighs loudly.

“No, it’s just that her skin is so soft. And her lips just look so soft and pink and plump and-“ she cuts herself off. She figures she should shut up.

“Billie, you have a boyfriend.” Finneas reminds her as if she doesn’t know. How could she not know. And really that had been the only thing holding her back from kissing her best friend earlier, right? Well… that and the fact that her best friend would probably push her away because they’ve been best friends for too long… and damn that would be weird right?

Billie’s neck jerks slightly, her Tourette’s flaring up slightly from the stress of her brain working overtime. She frowns staring at her lap.

“I know, it’s just that…” she pauses for a second. She looks up at finneas, but averts her eyes again, his gaze is too sharp, like she knows something Billie doesn’t. And Billie doesn’t like that. “I dunno.”

“I just don’t think I’ll be with him forever.” Billie says slowly, her eyes going back to her brother as she frowns.

She’s sat on the couch in finneas’ basement studio. While finneas is sat on his desk chair. Watching Billie, almost amused

“I don’t know, it’s just that” Billie rubs her temple as she talks. Slowly, as if testing the words out. As if saying it out loud would be like admitting something to herself that she had known for a while. “I can’t see myself being with him forever. He’s just… a waste of my time, a backdrop?”

Billie goes quiet. There is nothing more she has to say about him. Sure she is dating him, sure she is loyal. But she never, not even at the start, saw herself with him forever. Because forever is a long time.

“Well then you shouldn’t be stringing him along.” Finneas says after the prolonged pause. “That’s not fair to him.”

“Mhm” the hum is halfhearted as her brain is already drifting off. She lets the silence settle in, she can’t help but think about her pretty face. Her beloved best friend.

She’s always thought she would always be in her life. After all, they’re best friends, right? She always imagined that you’d be neighbors. Billie had her husband, you have your husband, your kids are best friends, you always hang out while your husbands are at work. She’s always pictured you in her life, forever.

“God, I can’t help it, she’s just so, so pretty.” Billie blurts out. She doesn’t look up to finneas’ questioning gaze. She knows he is probably confused about what she is talking about now.

“I mean she always wears those cute ass button up shirts, and I just wanna-“ Billie purses her lips sighing. What does she want. She wants a lot of things.

She wants to crash her body into her best friend, to hug her and never let go. To burry her face in your chest and stay there. To have you play with her hair, and rub her scalp. She wants to touch you, feel your skin. She wants to unbutton the fucking buttons of those button ups you wear. She wants to kiss all over your neck. She wants to feel you, to hug you, to be with you.

Her eye twitches slightly as her brain gives her a list of things she wants to do. Billie groans loudly putting her head in her hands. She tuggs at her hair slightly trying to get herself together, even tho she can feel the burn of the blush creeping onto her face.

“I don’t know, I just really really want to be with her, and hug her and never let go. I want” she deliberately pauses. “Her.”

Billie’s head snaps up, her eyes meeting finneas’ amused expression.

“Fuck-“ Billie whispers loudly, as if she’d accidentally shared a secret. “Am I gay?” She asked, her tone disbelieving, but she isn’t stupid, she heard how her own thoughts and words sounded. And it sounded pretty fucking gay to her.

Finneas bursts out laughing. Like fully doubles over laughing. Billie can’t help a small smile as she is still really confused staring at her brother as if he has all the answers.

Once he calms down he lets out an amused sigh “sounds like it”

Before Billie can even think of a reply finneas keeps talking “well” he says dramatically, dragging the word out. “I wouldn’t say gay, but it does sound like ‘In love with your best friend’. “

Billie lets out a loud high pitched embarrassed sound as she, once again, hides her face in her hands. She feels hot.

Billie knows she falls in love quite easily, but falling for her childhood best friend was on a whole another level. Well not really. But it’s still a lot to realize on a random Saturday.

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[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → SMUT !! 18+ unprotected sex, Sleepy sex, language

Summary → Peter wakes up in the middle of the night from a wet dream and now he needs you.

(gif not mine)

Your hips moved against Peter’s in a steady rhythm, the sounds of your shared pleasure filling the room. His hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you rode him on the couch. He was buried deep inside you, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust, your moans spurring him on as his own pleasure built rapidly.

“Baby,” Peter groaned, his voice strained, his head falling back against the cushions. “I’m so close…”

You leaned down, your breath warm against his ear as you whimpered, “fuck, Peter.”

His hips bucked beneath you, the tension in his body snapping as he let out a deep, guttural moan. But just as the sensation peaked—

Peter’s eyes flew open, his breath hitching sharply as he jolted awake, chest heaving from the vivid dream he’d just had about you. For a moment, he stared at the ceiling, disoriented, his heart pounding as the images lingered in his mind like a second skin.

It wasn’t real.

The realization hit him like a bucket of cold water, but it did little to calm the heat simmering through his body. His skin was slick with sweat, and his cock was painfully hard beneath the sheets. He groaned softly, running a hand down his face as the remnants of the dream refused to fade.

The way you’d moved, the sounds you’d made, the heat, the arousal—it had felt so real. Too real. And now he was left with the ache of wanting you, the need clawing at him like a restless storm he couldn’t escape.

Turning his head, he glanced at your peaceful form, curled up beside him. You were sound asleep, your breathing soft and steady. For a moment, he hesitated, biting his lip as he watched you. He didn’t want to wake you—he knew you were tired—but the throbbing between his legs was unbearable.

“Babe,” he whispered, nudging you gently. You stirred slightly, letting out a soft hum but didn’t open your eyes. “Baby, wake up… please.”

You shifted again, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, but your eyes stayed closed. “Sleep, Peter,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

Peter groaned softly, the ache in his body growing worse. He needed you—right now. He tried to be patient, but his body had other plans. Before he could stop himself, he pressed his hard cock against you, grinding against your ass, trying to find some kind of relief. The friction sent a wave of pleasure through him, but it wasn’t enough.

“Baby,” he whispered again, his voice low and needy. “I’m so hard… I need you, please.”

Your eyes fluttered open just a crack, the haze of sleep making it hard to fully comprehend his words. “Peter…” you murmured, still half asleep.

“Please,” he begged softly, his voice thick with desperation. He pressed himself against you again, his hands gripping your waist lightly. “I need to feel you, baby. I’m—fuck, I’m so hard, and it hurts.”

You sighed, still groggy, but the sound of his pleading voice tugged at your heart. “Fine…” you mumbled, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You were too tired to even argue, and you knew how worked up Peter could get in moments like this.

With a heavy sigh, you tossed the blanket aside, slipping off your shorts and letting them fall to the floor. The dim glow of the room caught the way Peter’s eyes followed every one of your movements, his chest rising and falling as he held his breath. A low, almost inaudible sound escaped his lips as you straddled his lap, your body warm and still heavy with sleep, adding to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Leaning in, you pressed your forehead against his, feeling the soft brush of his curls, and his hands instinctively moved to your hips, fingers pressing into your skin as if grounding himself. “You’re… beautiful,” he breathed out, his voice thick with longing as his gaze locked onto yours. You felt his warmth through the fabric of his sweatpants, the tension building between you, soft but undeniable.

Gently, you reached down, your fingertips sliding along his waistband as you tugged his sweatpants down, freeing him. Peter let out a shuddering breath as you wrapped a hand around him, feeling him twitch under your touch. You took your time, guiding his tip to slide softly against your folds, each slow motion sending shivers up your spine. You teased him this way, dragging him over your clit in slow circles, letting the warmth and wetness build between you both.

Peter’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath catching with each movement. “Baby, please,” he whispered, his voice a mix of need and restraint, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much he wanted you.

Finally, you positioned yourself above him and lowered yourself slowly, a quiet gasp escaping your lips as you took him inch by inch. “Fuck… baby,” he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt you around him. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and your hands pressed against his chest to steady yourself, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms. His grip on you firmed as he bit down on his lip, his entire body tensing from the intensity of being fully joined with you.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” Peter whispered, his voice breathy and strained. “I missed this so much…”

You let out a sleepy hum in response, your head still resting on his shoulder, your body barely moving. Peter didn’t mind, though. Just the feeling of you wrapped around him was enough to drive him crazy.

He started moving his hips, slowly at first, gently grinding up into you. His breathing grew heavier with each movement, his cock pulsing inside you. “Baby, fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled as he pressed his lips to your neck.

You let out a soft moan, barely awake but aware enough to feel the pleasure building. “Peter…” you whispered, your fingers curling into his chest. “Go slow… I’m still sleepy.”

“I will, I promise,” Peter murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just let me feel you. Just like this…”

His movements stayed slow, his hips rocking up into you in a steady rhythm, but you could feel how desperate he was. Every time he pushed into you, his body tensed, his breath coming out in shaky gasps. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles flexed under your touch.

Peter’s hands slid up your sides, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he continued to move, his cock twitching inside you.

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw and full of emotion. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so perfect.”

You smiled sleepily, your arms wrapping around his neck as you held onto him, letting him take control. “I love you too, Peter…” you mumbled, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Peter’s hips bucked slightly, his control slipping as he tried to hold himself back. He didn’t want this to end too quickly, but the way you clenched around him, the warmth of your body—it was overwhelming.

“Baby, I’m close,” Peter groaned, his voice shaky as his movements became more frantic. “I’m so close…”

You tightened your arms around him, your own pleasure building rapidly as his thrusts became more erratic. The friction, the angle, the way he filled you—it was all too much. “It’s okay, Pete,” you whispered against his ear, your voice breathless. “Let go… I’m right there with you. Come for me.”

Your words pushed him over the edge. With a deep, broken moan, Peter’s hips jerked up into you, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside you. The sensation of his release sent you spiraling into your own climax, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm pulsed through you.

Peter’s whole body shuddered, he's grip on your hips tightened as he rode out his high, his chest heaving against yours. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged, whispering your name like a prayer. Both of you stayed there, trembling and holding each other, basking in the aftershocks of shared ecstasy.

You stayed still, letting him come down from his high, your fingers gently running through his messy curls. “There you go,” you whispered soothingly, pressing another kiss to his temple. “Feel better now?”

Peter let out a breathless laugh, nodding as he pulled back slightly to look at you. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes still dark with lust, but there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart swell.

“Yeah,” he breathed, leaning up to kiss you gently. “So much better. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled sleepily, resting your head on his shoulder. But then a thought crossed your mind, and you couldn’t help but smirk. “So… why were you hard in the middle of the night anyway?” You teased, your tone light but curious.

Peter froze, his cheeks instantly turning a deep shade of red. “Uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. “I… might’ve had an intense dream about you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “An intense dream?” You teased, brushing your lips against his jaw. “Care to share the details?”

Peter groaned, hiding his face in your neck. “No way,” he mumbled, though the embarrassed grin on his face gave him away. “It’s bad enough I woke you up because of it!”

You chuckled, cupping his face and guiding him to look at you. “You’re lucky I love you,” you murmured, kissing the tip of his nose. Resting your head back on his shoulder. “But next time, wake me up when it’s not three in the morning,” you murmured, your voice soft and playful.

Peter chuckled, his hands still rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’ll try, but no promises,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder. “I can’t help it when you’re just… so irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave you away. You shifted slightly, adjusting yourself in his lap, but Peter’s arms tightened around you, keeping you close.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Just like this. I wanna hold you.”

You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes as you relaxed in his arms. “Okay, baby,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, you both drifted back to sleep, your bodies intertwined, your hearts beating in perfect sync.

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