#his massive smile while he spins the chair around

[lynne-monstr]

when you try to escape your captain but you’re not very good at it 1/?

[lcriedlastnight]

Lando calling reader his wife even though they’ve only been together for about a year

oh my god yes anon i love this idea!

tw: fem!reader, swears maybe, she's on the shorter side! lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 944

lando was the perfect boyfriend. he was everything you had ever wanted in a partner. you liked to think he was literally made for you. how can someone be so perfect for you and not be? it was not possible.

you loved pet names and he loved calling you them. you loved touching him in anyway you could and he loved touching you ten times more. you loved doing things for him to show him just how much and how deeply you cared for and loved him and he loved sitting back and letting you help him destress from a busy race weekend. when you needed space? he would just go away to race for the weekend and let you realise that you could barely function without him and his love.

you had been out shopping with some of your friends for one of their birthdays. it had been nice catching up with them but your separation issues from your boyfriend had ended up kicking in and you could not wait to get home. you were itching to just sit on his lap and have him explain the plot of some dumb film that he had put on while waiting for you to come home.

when you trod back into lando's place, slipping off your shoes and leaving them by the door, the first thing you hear is lando's infectious laugh booming from his streaming room. it makes you smile as soon as you hear it even though it makes you realise you probably will not be able to sit with him for at least another hour, at least. your hands are still holding onto your shopping bags as you pass by his room as quietly as you possibly can, so as not to disturb him and his friends. you dump the bags in your bedroom and plan to head back into the living room to watch some tv and relax.

lando hears you this time and calls out for you, the door is creaked open a touch as you prepare yourself to be seen by millions of lando's fans. as you enter the room you hear one of the guys lando was streaming with (you were almost positive it was ginge) ask lando something you could not make out. lando's response almost kills you off though, his fans too.

"nah, the wife is just back home from shopping so i'll be finishing this game then hopping off." if you were holding anything it would have just fallen and shattered to the ground. you hoped your expression was hidden from his camera. you clear your throat and lando spins around mid-game to greet you. he slides his gaming headphones down to rest on his neck and reaches back to mute the stream but not before he mutters out in the warmest voice he can muster, a "hiya, honey."

you smile down at him as he shuffles his chair closer to you then sticks hims arms out like a child, practically begging for a hug from you. your mind is still stuck on the wife thing but you fall into his arms willingly anyway.

you straddle him on the big gaming chair, the tops of your heads at the only things that can be seen on the camera. lando presses a few kisses into your hair as he holds you close.

"missed you while you were gone." lando speaks into your hair, it makes you laugh.

"i was gone for three hours."

"ugh, don't remind me! i almost died from bordem." lando groans, head falling back against the soft material of the chair. you just laugh into his neck, nose brushing his throat softly.

"drama queen." you roll your eyes.

lando looks down at you with the biggest heart eyes you have ever seen and you feel your heart melt into a massive puddle in your ribcage, you feel it drip down to settle into your stomach.

"so i'm your wife then, huh?" you ask with a smile and a teasing tone. you feel lando tense up a little but he relaxes as soon as he feels your smile against his skin. his hand comes to splay out across your back to keep you supported. then he is smiling as he explains himself.

"guess i'm just so used to called you my wife when i'm with my friends that i accidentally did it on stream. sorry honey, didn't mean to embarrass you." lando says, almost shyly. his eyes peer down at yours to see your reaction.

"you call me your wife to your friends?" you smile back at him, hand coming up to run through his messy curls. the other resting on the side of his neck.

lando grins a stupid big smile at you as your hand rakes through his hair. "well you're gonna be one of these days right? might as well get the practise in. don't wanna slip up and call my wife my girlfriend now do i?" he is cheeky in his words and tone but you let him off. even though his logic makes no sense. you know it makes sense to lando so you let that go too.

"okay, sure. whatever you say husband." you did not think lando's smile could get any bigger. you were so wrong. he laughs and holds you close. little did either of you know that lando had missed the mute button and around three thousand of lando’s fans, plus all his friends had heard you both. lando would find out once he went back on his phone the next day, spending the rest of the evening and then the night with his girlfriend (wife).

[and-claudia]

Wheels (Kinktober #4) (young! Charles Xavier x fem!reader)

Warnings: smut!! 18+, mentions of injuries, this is post Cuba Beach Divorce so Charles is in his chair, lingerie, hickies, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), reader is a mutant with electricity powers

Wordcount: 1900

Today was a rare occurrence at the school. There were no kids. They were all off on a field trip, leaving Charles and me alone in the massive mansion. However, he was taking advantage of this time to grade papers. And that just wouldn’t do. 

The chill of autumn could be felt throughout the mansion, so before leaving our room, I threw on a hoodie to cover up the black lacey lingerie I had put on. Then, I was off on my mission to distract Charles. 

When I got to the door to his office, I opened it slowly and then slipped in. He didn’t take his eyes off the paper he was currently reading and making marks on. 

“Hello darling, what brings you by?” 

“Oh, nothing.” I said, walking forward. 

I knew the way I said it would cause him some suspicion, and just as I had hoped, he glanced up at me before doing a double take and setting his pen down. 

“Darling, why aren’t you wearing pants?” He said with the faintest smile of amusement. 

I shrugged, “Seemed unnecessary.” I said before stretching dramatically, raising my arms up, causing the hoodie to rise and reveal the black lacy panties I had on. 

“Ah, I see,” He said to himself, “My love, as enticing as this seems, I have far too many papers to grade, and it will take too long to get to our room and get me out of my chair and into bed. And then it’s going to take a while to… it just isn’t the right time right now, darling, maybe later tonight.” He said. 

Ever since his injury, we have discovered that while everything still worked, it just took a bit longer for him to get hard and took a bit longer for him to finish, which I was in no way complaining about, but I knew it sometimes made him insecure. 

“I think you’re adding too many, unnecessary steps.” I said, grabbing the bottom of my hoodie. 

“Like?” 

“Well, I think this may help to jump-start things.” I said pulling the hoodie off. 

He hummed to himself as I tossed it to the side and gave him a little spin so he could see the whole thing. 

“I do quite like that one.” He said, leaning back in his chair, papers forgotten. 

“I know, that’s why I chose it.” I said, walking closer to his desk. 

Once I was close enough to it, I grabbed the papers and stacked them neatly to the side. 

“Is it working?” I asked, leaning forward, being sure to give him a clear view of my clevage. 

“Definitely starting to.” He said, not even attempting to hide where his gaze was. 

“Good.” I said, standing up and walking around the desk to him. 

“However, you’re forgetting one big detail, love.” He said, glancing down at his chair. 

“I’m not forgetting anything,” I said, reaching down and moving the lever to move his chair back. Once I was able to stand between him and the desk, I moved it again so that he leaned back slightly. 

“See?” I said, moving to carefully straddle his legs. 

“Oh.” He said before my lips were on his. 

He responded immediately to the kiss, wrapping his arms around me, hands going to grope my ass. I began grinding down on his lap as we continued to make out, helping him get harder. My hands came up, and I began to unbutton his dress shirt. Once I had it open enough, I began to trail my lips down to his neck. As I moved down, his hands made their way back to the front of my body and began squeezing my tits. I made sure to leave my mark on his neck before going back to his lips. 

I could definitely feel his erection growing. His hands then moved back down to my waist, and he began guiding me up sightly. 

“Let me return the favor.” He sighed against my lips. 

I sat up more in order to give him better access to my own neck, but as his kisses trailed further down, I knew he was trying to get to my breast rather than my neck. I happing obliged, rising up off his lap and sitting up all the way on my knees, giving him perfect access to my tits. He immediately began kissing them, being sure to give each one of them the same treatment, leaving little bites and hickeys there. He finally pulled away, admiring his work for a moment before guiding me back down to his lap. 

With my lips back on his, I reached down between us and began undoing his belt. 

“This okay? You ready?” I asked him between kisses. 

He nodded, and I slowly and carefully stood off of his lap, keeping my lips on his until the very last moment before getting down on my knees. Charles carefully lifted himself, using the arms of his chairs and I helped take off his pants and boxers he had on. I pulled them down to pool around his ankles. Then, as I got up, I took my time, stopping to press a few kisses trailing up his legs. I knew he couldn’t feel them, but it was one of the many ways I showed him that his condition didn’t bother me. 

I went to get back on his lap, but he stopped me. “Fair is fair, darling. Take them off," he said, nodding down to the black lace on my lower half. 

I smiled and did as he requested; I slipped them off and kicked them off to the side. Then, I carefully straddled his lap once again. My lips found his as my hands went to his hair. With his hands on my hips, he guided me down onto his cock. I gasped against his lips, causing him to smirk. No matter how many times he and I have had sex, the size of his cock always took my breath away. 

Once I caught my breath, I nodded for him to go ahead. He gave my hips a quick squeeze before he guided me up and down on his cock. His face was once again buried between my breasts as he worked on leaving even more marks in his wake. One of my hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as the other snaked down in between our bodies and found my clit. 

“Fuck.” I moaned loudly as he began to speed up my pace. 

He looked up at me, “You’re so beautiful, Yn, bouncing up and down on my cock… fuck.” He hissed, cock twitching slightly as he began to grow closer. 

I ducked my head down and kissed his lips once again. His mouth swallowed my moans of his name as I, too, soared toward my own climax. I pulled away and adjusted my position slightly. One hand was now gripping one armrest, and the other rested on the back of his chair by his head. This new position gave me better leverage to grind my hips against his. 

“Fuck, Charles, m’close. Fuck.” I said, not relenting on my pace. 

“Go ahead, darling, cum for me.” He said gently, but that was all it took. 

My walls gripped against his cock. The extra pressure sent him over the edge, and he came as well. He continued to guide my hips up and down, this time at a much slower pace, helping us ride out our highs. 

After we both caught our breaths, I moved to get off him, but he stopped me. 

“Don’t go, not yet… just stay a little longer.” He said quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by the request. 

“Of course, baby. Anything for you.” I said, giving him a kiss.

I slouched down slightly so I could rest my head against his shoulder, face tucked into his neck. He held me close, hands running up a down my back lazily as I pressed the occasional kiss to his neck. His cock softened, but I stayed put for the time being. To be honest I could have and probably would have fallen asleep there if he hadn’t spoken up. 

“Everyone will be back soon… we should probably go get cleaned up.” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that had fallen over his office. 

I sighed but nodded before pressing one last gentle kiss to his neck, “You’re right.” 

I slowly lifted myself up off of him. I helped him get his pants and boxers back up. It wasn’t the most comfortable but we were heading to our quarters to clean up so he would be okay for a short time. I found the panties I had kicked to the side, and I was about to go grab the hoodie I had taken off earlier. 

“Wait…” He called, catching my attention, “May I?” He asked, nodding to the undergarment in my hand. 

I laughed and shook my head but tossed them him. He caught them and waited for me to turn around before he stuffed them into one of the drawers on his desk. I picked up my hoodie and put it on, pulling it down to cover myself. 

“Ready to go get cleaned up?” I asked once I had it on. 

“Yes.” He said before reaching over to put his chair back the way it should be. 

“Wait. My chair… it won’t let me put it back up straight…” He said, confused. 

“What?” I asked, walking forward to see what he was talking about. 

“I don’t know.” He said. 

As I got closer, I realized what had happened. 

“I think I may have let out a small zap when I came…” I said, pointing at where I had been gripping the back of his chair. There was a small burn mark there. 

Charles turned in his chair to see it and began laughing, “How are we going to explain this to Hank?” He said through his laughing. 

I groaned, not wanting to think about that.

“We’ll figure that out later. Will it still move?” I asked. 

He tested it, and sure enough, it did, thank god. 

“Let’s just go get cleaned up for now.” I said and he nodded. 

The next day: 

“What’s up with the lean, Charles? You trying to stay hip with the kids?” Hank said as Charles and I entered his lab, with me pushing his spare chair in front of me. 

“No, I am afraid it is stuck like this.” Charles said. 

“Oh, let me take a look.” Hank said, coming over. 

He took one look at the panel and was confused, “This thing is shot. Yn, was this you’re doing? What happened?” Hank said. 

Charles and I exchanged glances, and that was all it took for Hank to figure it out. 

“Really?” He asked in disgust. 

Charles smirked, and I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“Can you fix it?” I asked. 

“Yeah… come on.” He said, moving to help Charles into the other chair. 

“Thank you, Hank.” Charles said as he sat down. 

“Yup… did you at least wipe it down when you were done?” Hank asked, slightly disgusted. 

“Yes, we did.” I reassured him. 

“Thanks… but next time, please don’t have sex in the chair, or at least be more careful, please.” He asked, causing Charles and I to laugh.

Taglist:

@Olympiabinewski

@howlingco

@mariaxman

@comicbookslut

[cameronspecial]

idea for angel valentines

maybe a parallel to their favorite moment together? like naybe the first date and rafe recreates it

Let Me Recreate It, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Masterlist

Last year’s Valentine’s Day didn’t go as Rafe wanted to plan. Going to the hospital on a romantic day wasn’t exactly a great way to spend the holiday. So he is determined to make this one the best that he can. What better way to bring the romance alive on this day than by recreating all their favourite moments together? She comes down the stairs wearing the dress she wore on their first date and a massive grin on her face. “You look like a vision as always, Angel,” Rafe compliments, wrapping his arm around her lower back with a kiss on her cheek. She smiles, “And you are very handsome.” He spins her around and takes her over to the couch. “Now, my beautiful angel, we are starting this date off with having a little downtime with Tabs,” he informs. He walks her over to the couch and plops her on his lap. Y/N giggles, “You hate Tabitha. You say she takes me away from you.” “I don’t hate her. She’s our first baby. I just get jealous.” The beginning of the date being something just between them is the perfect way to start. They call over the feline and cuddle with her for about thirty minutes until Rafe deems it time to go out. 

———

Y/N’s hand rests in the cool water, watching as the animal approaches her. Rafe’s arm is wrapped around her waist so she doesn’t fall in while his other is also placed in the water. As the stingray nears, the couple reaches forward to touch the smooth skin. It feels the same way as it did the first time they came here for a date. They get to feel the sea creature and straighten up. He laces his wet fingers with hers. They find a paper towel at the exit and Rafe rips them a piece off to dry their hands. He brings her to the gift shop, roaming around with her for a bit. Her eyes light up at a giant stuffed turtle that probably weighs more than a small child. It’s impractical, but she wants it. His mouth touches the edge of her ear, “If you can carry that to the cash register, I’ll buy it for you.” He is going to buy it either way, he just wants entertainment first. She reaches up and pulls the toy off of the shelf, stumbling backwards from the weight. Rafe’s hand meets her lower back so she doesn’t fall. She waddles to the cash register, placing it on the counter with a satisfied smile. 

———

The last stop on their Valentine’s date is the pub. At this point, Y/N doesn’t understand what Rafe is doing with this date. “This is where we had our first date,” she notes, looking up at him with big eyes. He nods, “Yes. Let me recreate it, Angel. That’s what I’ve been trying to do all day. Recreate all our favourite moments.” “Aww, I love that idea. And it’s good because I am starving and I remember everything we ordered when we were here,” she exclaims. She takes his hand and tugs him inside. The host smiles and is going to lead them to a table when Rafe tells her that he reserved the table they sat at on their first date. He pulls Y/N’s chair out for her and helps her onto the tall chair. There is another hockey game on, so the ambiance feels the same way as that day. Add on the burger, nachos, wings, and fries they order and it is the perfect way to go down memory road together.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[kneazle]

Tommy didn't think much of it as he rushed into the hospital's emergency room barely out of his flight suit, having just hit the locker room at the end of his shift when he got the call. A nurse calling to inform him that his son was being treated after a fall. Hearing your son didn't register until he was at the desk asking about Chris– his brain automatically knew who the nurse was talking about when he heard the words.

He was fidgeting standing there waiting as the man behind the desk looked up where Chris was. Tommy knew he only got called because Eddie and Evan weren't around, having volunteered to help out a few cities over with a massive fire while Chris stayed over at a friends until his dad came back, but there were other people he could have called—any of the 118, or Carla for example—but Chris told them to call him and told the nurse Tommy was his dad.

Tommy's head was spinning.

He and Evan were together for a year now and Tommy's spent time with Chris at least once a week for the past few months and he knew he was liked, that Chris supported his relationship with his second dad and jokingly called Tommy his step-dad once, but this? Tommy had to blink back tears when he finally was directed to the right area. For years he longed to belong somewhere, secretly wanting a family but never saying a word not thinking it would ever happen for him– now thanks to Evan and in extension Eddie he had genuine friends, the 118 welcoming him back in as if he never left, and his heart filled with joy anytime he was welcomed into the Han or Diaz's homes like he was a part of them.

"Chris!" Tommy let out a sigh of relief when he saw the teenager sitting on the gurney down the hall, the doctor looked to be finishing up giving Chris fucking stitches on his arm as a woman Tommy vaguely recognized as his best friends mom, having met her only twice– once at Chris's birthday party and then another time when Tommy had to pick him up from school.

"I'm okay!" Was the first thing out of his mouth, the doctor took a step away as Tommy moved to sit beside him, grabbing his arm to inspect it and noticing the scraps before his eyes drifted to the cut open jeans that were dirty and slightly bloody.

"What happened?" Tommy asked, gaze going between Chris and the mom– Diana he thinks.

"We were at a ice cream place by the beach and there were these big rocks piled all over the boys wanted to explore and Chris said he could handle it and he's better at knowing what he can handle then I could possibly–" Diana rambled on in one breath, looking anxious as if she expected Tommy to yell at her or give a lecture. But he knew that would be Eddie's call if he wanted to, Tommy's priority was to make sure Chris was okay.

"Other than the stitches it's just scraps and bruises," Chris told him.

Tommy breathed out and wrapped an arm around Chris, kissing the side of his head in a move he'd seen Evan do before. Usually it wasn't something Chris welcomed much anymore he was told, but the teenager leaned into Tommy instead of pulling away. Strings pulled at his heart at the warm weight against his side.

When they settled in at his and Evan's house–that used to be his and was now equipped for Chris should he need it and a bedroom just for him—Tommy finally asked. Chris sitting in one of the kitchen chairs with him on the floor, first aid kit beside him as he cleaned the cuts on his knees. Chris didn't want to be in the hospital anymore than he had to and asked if Tommy could clean them at home. It didn't escape his knowledge that this house was considered home to him too.

"Hey Chris?" Tommy asked softly, only continuing when he looked at him. "Why did you tell them I was your dad? You could have said I was an uncle or something instead."

Chris smiled and put his hand on Tommy's shoulder, "Dad didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Tommy said carefully, blinking up at Chris, taking his eyes off the scrap he just put a band-aid on.

"Dad put in my file that if he and Buck aren't available, you would be the next person to contact, as my other dad."

He said it so nonchalantly that it almost flew over Tommy's head. He froze and swallowed to push down the lump growing in his throat. He blinked to starve off his watering eyes. "You–"

"You and Buck aren't going anywhere," Chris shrugged. "You care for me like Buck does, dad and I love you just as we love Buck."

Tommy felt his resolve break in that moment as years of feelings and yearning shoved so far back came to the surface—and healed at Chris's words—neither of them said a word to anyone about it as the two hugged and tears fell.

Two days later when Buck and Eddie came back, the Diaz men opting to stay the night, Tommy pulled Eddie into a crushing hug that had the other man grunt before returning it. All three men and teenager made makeshift beds in the living room like they've done a few times for movie nights. Tommy found himself tucked against Evan's chest, one arm curled around holding him while the other rubbed circles along his back as if to soothe the mountain of emotions he'd been feeling– Tommy felt so much love for this man. It was obvious to him by his actions that Evan knew without Tommy having to say a word about his feelings.

Waking up in the morning Tommy was still against Evan's chest, but there was a weight that wasn't there when he fell asleep. Eddie who was beside him had turned around at some point, his arm thrown over Tommy with his hand resting over Evan's hip, Eddie's front against his back with his face buried between Tommy's neck and shoulder. He could smell food coming from the kitchen, the pre-made breakfast burritos being heated up it smelt like, which meant Chris was already up– and getting breakfast ready for all three of his dad's Tommy thought with a smile.

He let his eyes drift close for a few more minutes not wanting to move from the warmth and comfort surrounding him. Tommy curled more into Evan's chest and Eddie made a grumbling groan from behind him at the movement, pushing himself closer until Tommy was completely between the two. Amusement began to sink in at the thought of what they must look like, thankfully none of the 118—especially Howie—weren't here to take a picture or make fun. But Tommy– he didn't care if it was weird to anyone outside this house. For the first time in his life Tommy felt completely and utterly loved, by the two men holding him as they slept and the teenager who solidified Tommy's place as family by calling him dad.

[https-tia]

Control || Theo Nott

Summery: Theo found out you went to Pansy’s for a girls pamper night without telling him…

Warnings: Theo being a MASSIVE red flag, controllingbf!theo, toxic relationship, shouting, swearing, angst, anger.

Word count: 2.3k (i got a little bit carried away 😌)

You walk into your dorm that you and your boyfriend Theo share, and you see him playing a game on his pc. His face was scrunched up almost as if he drank some out of date milk, slouching in the chair mumbling to himself about something random. You had gone to Pansy’s dorm for a girls night the night before and hadn’t told him about it.

Honestly, you thought he wouldn’t give a shit about it as you haven’t seen Pansy in just over 3 weeks. You walk over to the bed and place down your bag, and he didn’t even say a word to you making it clear something up. He hadn’t even looked at you.

You decided maybe he was just focused on the game “what’s the matter with you” you said with a smile on your face slightly laughing whilst sitting on the edge of the double bed. He doesn’t answer you, you can’t make out the words he’s saying whilst playing his game. He still hasn’t even looked at you, you’ve clearly done something to irritate him, as per usual.

“What have i exactly done Theo, you can’t expect this to work if you don’t communicate with me” getting slightly irritated yourself to the fact he’s just going to give you the silent treatment instead of talking to you and trying to resolve things. He eventually sighs and turns his computer off spinning the chair around to face you. He finally speaks “what were you doing last night?”.

“I was with Pansy why?” you reply confused as to why he was asking, you had told him about this at least a week ago. He stands up walking over to look you directly on the eyes, there’s a look of anger on his face as he speaks “why weren’t you spending that time with me hmm?” with an arrogant, harsh tone.

Surprised at the fact he was angry with you because you had spent the day with Pansy and slept over in her dorm “because Pansy asked me to have a girls day with her”. His nose scrunches up in anger as he paces the floor of the room never breaking eye contact with you “that doesn’t matter. i wanted to see you last night and i bet you didn’t think about me once”. The pure irritation was evident in his voice, he was pissed and you could tell.

“How do you know i wasn’t thinking about you?” with this statement he walked back over to you, standing in front of you once again this time more intimidating. You didn’t know how to act so you pushed yourself back on the bed to avoid his getting too close to you. “Do you expect me to believe that once you were with Pansy. I was still on your mind.” he speaks with an eye roll, combing his hands through his hair in frustration.

He glares at you with a scowl across his face “well you should’ve cancelled with her as soon as soon as you realised i didn’t know about your plans. i don’t think it was right that you were spending time with her while i was worried about where you’d gone” with this statement you were starting to think you could’ve actually worried him and he was upset that anything could’ve happened and he wouldn’t have known, although you did tell him ages ago you made this plan. “Why does it matter to you anyways i told you ages ago i was doing this with Pansy last night” he didn’t like that.

He lets out a low grumbling sound as he rolls his eyes dramatically “you never told me you were going out with Pansy last night, so how on earth would i have expected you to be with her” when you told him exactly 1 week and 2 days ago that you made this plan. “You know what Theo, you’re acting really controlling right now so i’m going to go and give you time to calm down so we can talk later” you say calmly trying to be the bigger person in the situation.

Theo looks like he’s about to completely blow a gasket at what you’re saying. His fists clench and unclench, he’s clearly losing his cool “i am not co trolling anything here! If you really cared about this relationship then you’d spend time with me and not your friends!”. That was the bottom line for you as you couldn’t comprehend that he just suggested you don’t see your friends and spend that time with him instead.

“i do care about this relationship! But right now you’re acting like a child, i don’t have to be with you every second of every day. If you’re going to act like this and control what i do with my free time then i think it’s best we stop seeing each other” you stated not wanting to break up with Theo but knowing if he kept acting like this you’d have to do it for you’re own good.

Theo’s anger was reaching its boiling point “you can’t be serious! Don’t you dare break up with me because of something like this. You’d honestly drop our relationship to continue seeing your friends?”. Was he being serious, would you drop your friends to be with him. He must be delusional because no flipping was were you doing that.

You decided to stick up for yourself, soon regretting that “no it’s not to continue seeing them, its the fact that you’re acting like a 7 year old all because i did something for myself for a night” you get up standing by the door threatening to leave as Theo approaches behind you sparking you to turn to face him.

He slams his hand firmly against the wall causing a loud bang “you don’t get it do you! I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to see you. Not your friend. You have no concept of just how much you have hurt me right now, i cannot believe this.” he was manipulating you into agreeing with him, of course you couldn’t see this though. “I’m with you every day!” you shout back standing your ground despite the fact you’re shaking, yes Theo’s gotten angry before but he’s never been this bad.

Theo finally loses his cool and shouts back “I wanted to be with you last night! How many more ways do you want me to say that, what on earth is so hard to understand about that!”. Still standing against the door your fists were digging into your palms, while sweating you replied to him “well i wasn’t with you last night! end of!”.

Let’s just say he did not like that one bit, Theo’s tone gets more aggressive and louder taking one step closer to you “Why?! You knew i’d be expecting you back and you went out with Pansy anyways!”. This was getting out of hand, he was shouting you were shouting and you were sure he was going to do something more extreme soon.

He was being unreasonable, saying you couldn’t be with your friends? That’s not how a relationship works. “Because she asked me to, i don’t have to be with you all the time Theo” voice cracking and eyes brimming with tears.

“When will you understand you’re putting your damn friends above your own fucking boyfriend!” shouting loud enough the other students in the hufflepuff common room definitely heard him. “When will you understand this is the first time i’ve seen her in 3 weeks because i’m always with you!” you yelled in a shocked tone, yet still frustrated he’s acting like this.

You turn the doorknob with your hand and walked out of the room, Theo following you. Theo grabs your arm spinning you around to meet his eyes “don’t you dare walk away from me! You will listen right now. Me. I’m more important than Pansy fucking Parkinson”. This is what you were dreading, the time that things finally got physical. “Let go of me Theo or i swear to god” tears fully rolling down your face now as you shouted at him to let go of you.

His grip tightens around your forearm. “No i won’t let go. You’re not doing this. I’m not losing you to your friends y/n!” shouting in the corridor, causing a scene as per usual. “You’re not losing me, I need time to myself. I never get it because i’m always with you. Maybe we should uh… maybe we should go on a break” saying the last bit in a slightly lower tone hoping he still heard you.

“Don’t you dare say that. We are not breaking up. We are not going on a break. There is no way i’m letting anything come between us!” yelling at you still but saying things to try and get you to go along with him. “Well you’re the one causing the problems Theo!!” shouting louder this time realising he has been the root of all the problems in your relationship.

You try to walk away from his grip but he pulls you back toward his with a force you never knew he had “No. You are not going anywhere until you listen to everything that i have to say to you. You are not breaking up with me.” he sounded serious and drunk? It wouldn’t be a surprise if he was drunk and expected to start an argument and it end in sex. That’s what he usually does, and you give in…

“I can do what i want” you say lowly trying not to make him shout again but still hoping he heard you. He gains a more aggressive tone and speaks sharply “well you are damn well going to listen to me, or you can say bye bye to this relationship all together”. At this point you wanted to just go somewhere else, anywhere else. “Okay. Bye bye relationship” in a sarcastic tone still looking him deeply in the eyes. You were trying to intimidate him. It didn’t work, it only riled him up more.

“Oh? You can say goodbye to our one year relationship just like that?!” He yells at the top of his lungs, maybe even Dumbledore heard it. But you were done with fighting. You thought maybe if you just agree with him and act like you were in the wrong he’d leave it and you could go back to normal. “You will not break up with me” was the last thing he said before you decided your idea was the best thing to go with right now.

“okay” you spoke in a low tone, stood in the middle of the corridor, you couldn’t be arsed to deal with this anymore. You just wanted to go bed and sleep this awful day off. “You don’t just say ‘okay’ to something like that. This is serious” he was still angry but his tone had lowered slightly, not shouting as loud as he was before.

“Okay” this seemed the easiest way out, just agree. Theo still isn’t fully convinced you’ve fully understood him “you are not treating this with the seriousness it deserves, so say it. Say ‘i’m not going to break up with you’”. You replied with your usual response and he was not satisfied to say the least “Say one more thing other than ‘okay’. Say ‘i will not break up with you’” and instead of using the ‘okay’ card to get you out you had to what he wanted.

“I won’t break up with you” you mumbled as he took a step back glaring at you for a few seconds before deciding whether you were being genuine or not, his voice calmer now and his face less agitated “so you do actually care about this relationship?” he asked.

“Of course i do but-“ not finishing your sentence, not wanting to set Theo off again because quite frankly you could not deal with that. Theo nods but he still isn’t fully calmed down yet, you can tell by the way his fists are clenched tightly “but…?” he questions. “Nothing” you reply thinking the less words the less you can cause to go wrong, Theo grabs both of your shoulders shaking them lightly before speaking “say it. i know there’s something else on your mind”.

Slightly scared again you just managed to stutter out a question to Theo “can i please just see Pansy at least twice a week… please Theo” practically begging him to let you see your friend. He stares at you firmly and then finally breaks his glare “fine. You can see Pansy as much as you want. just make sure to give me just as much time as you give her”.

You mutter out a small ‘i promise’ before looking away from Theo and down at your shoes on the ground. Theo has finally fully calmed down now “good…” his demeanour completely changes. His tone softens as he smiles softly at you “can you please promise me you’ll communicate with me from now on?”.

“Yes i will” you say with tears in your eyes, Theo smiles softly at you his expressing changing from one of anger and frustration to one of care and love. “Thank you that really means a lot to me, i’m going out with the boys now” he says before kissing you on the forehead and walking down the corridor and out of the common room door.

Leaving you standing there, “no worries…” you say standing there, tears rolling down your face hands shaking and palms sweaty. Knowing he was in the wrong made you feel even worse, and now he was going out after completely slating you for doing it. You walked back into the dorm room, Theo never returned that night, he stayed out smoking and drinking with his friends and then crashed at Mattheo’s dorm.

You were in a toxic relationship. And you knew you could never escape it…

A/N: This is my first proper one shot so if you like it i would really appreciate a like or even a comment thankyouuuu xoxo

[gaytamorfosi]

What effect does this have on you?

🇬🇧 ("Che effetto ti fa?" Versione Inglese)

A frightening sense of dizziness won't let me be on this sultry August morning. A small taste of supernatural experience, it lasted a handful of minutes and it was enough. There's no turning back from something like this. That scene repeats itself incessantly before my eyes, my stomach churns and I feel like I'm lacking oxygen, like I'm on the verge of fainting. It is not a fleeting sensation, but a prolonged one, which has clouded my mind for hours while the room seems to slowly turn on itself. 

I met Dario thanks to a mutual friend. I couldn't believe that a person with fantasies so similar to mine lived near me. For years I had considered my kinks as an absolutely private and intimate thing, not thinking that I would ever find someone with my same tastes who understood me fully. When I saw Dario, I was pleasantly surprised: he was very handsome, definitely out of my league. Gathering courage, I asked him out. I don't think a bald, overweight bear like me has much of a chance with a guy with a perfect body like Dario, but considering we had several things in common, I thought it was a great opportunity and stepped forward. I was surprised when he said yes; maybe I had a small chance with him. 

Last night we went out together and had a wonderful evening. Time flew by and in an instant we found ourselves alone in my house. It was too good to be true. I asked myself if we would have sex, fearing I was rushing things too much: I didn't want to waste this precious opportunity; I really like him a lot. 

“We ended up not talking about our fantasies,” he said. “What would you do if you were faced with a person who was actually capable of changing their appearance and becoming someone else?” I had never asked myself this question. "It's a hot fantasy, but I have no idea on how I would react in reality," I replied. At that point, Dario began to undress. I remained a few meters away, surprised and embarrassed. Left with only a pair of shorts on, Dario sank into the armchair and his massive, virile body began to shrink and rejuvenate. In a few seconds he had become a guy who was about twenty years old. I had dreamed of a scene like that many times, but living it was something else entirely. I was speechless in front of that impossible scene. "Don't you like Thomas?" he asked, reading the confusion in my eyes. "He's an English TikToker, as handsome as he is useless and arrogant."

That Thomas wasn't really my type, but I couldn't deny that he was a hot guy. In any case, all that came out of my mouth was an awkward, meaningless babble, and then silence fell. I hadn't yet wrapped my mind around the transformation when Dario's appearance changed again, this time replicating mine, in every way. The only difference was that Dario was standing there wearing only his shorts and with his legs wide open. "What effect does this have on you?" he asked. Once again I didn't know how to respond: it was a scenario I had never even imagined. A sense of excitement mixed with euphoria pervaded me. I had never found myself particularly attractive, but Dario's attitude in my body made it exciting, against all odds. Even before my head could make sense of all this, my body started sending me clear signals: seeing my self-confident copy made me hard. Like a mirror, Dario began to get excited in the same way, while smiling smugly. 

I wonder what turned me on... The transformation itself? My reflection? The idea that someone could find me attractive enough to take my shape? I only know that when Dario got up from the chair and his lips touched mine, it was as if the world began to spin in reverse. From that moment on, nothing was the same as before; my heart remained in that room and Dario, by leaving, took with him every possibility of reasoning in a clear and coherent way, leaving me in this state. I never wanted to let him go again, but he promised he'd be back: "I just started rocking your world," he said before disappearing through the door.

[messusminnow]

Slutty Jegulus One-Shot

(Yes this is literally what it’s called in my notes app)

Please enjoy. I wrote this yesterday and it’s probably pretty rough.

CW: explicit sex

Regulus groaned, his hands tugging at his hair as he bowled over his art history essay. He’d been working on the essay for weeks, but he’d run into a massive problem: he fucking hated it. Why had he thought he could do this? He just wanted to draw, what did he need art history for?

“Need a break?” James asked from across the room. He’d been playing Skyrim for the past hour while Regulus labored over his essay to no avail.

Regulus groaned again. “I’m going to fail out of university and then Sirius will do that thing where he worries and gets that weird tone with me. I hate that fucking tone.”

“You need a break.” James smiled, pausing his game and standing, stretching to the ceiling, his eyes getting that familiar glint that made Regulus want to drop to his knees and unhinge his jaw.

“Fuck off, Potter.” Regulus demanded. “I’ve got to shit to do.”

James turned his chair around, flipping Regulus and shoving their lips together, his hand sliding up Regulus’s neck.

“No. You’re taking a break.” James tugged him up.

Regulus yelped as his boyfriend threw him over his shoulder, carrying him towards their bedroom.

“James!” Regulus made play of being annoyed.

He gasped as James threw him to their bed. Regulus bit his smile down as James dropped, his hands landing on either side of Regulus’s head.

He pressed their lips together as Regulus slid his legs open so James could further press him into the mattress.

The weight of his boyfriend against him forced a needy whimper out of Regulus.

“What do you want?” James murmured, pressing hard kisses down Regulus’s neck.

“F-fuck…” Regulus squirmed. “I want you.”

“How?” James asked, his hands sliding up the team polo sweatshirt that was once James’s but now Regulus claimed as his own.

Regulus moaned and pressed on James’s shoulders, knowing it was enough of a signal.

James licked his lips and shoved his jumper up until it billowed round his neck. He began pressed purposeful slow kisses down Regulus’s chest, his tongue slipping out every now and again. Sliding along Regulus’s scars and dipping into his belly button.

Regulus groaned, his hands getting lost in James’ hair as he traveled down.

James sat up, relishing in the marks now crawling up Regulus’s torso and how his chest rose and fell.

Regulus flushed. “I haven’t got all night, Potter. And neither have you. Sirius will be back soon.”

“Sirius is on a third date with that tall hipster guy from the bar. He’s not coming home tonight.” James remarked, his fingertips sliding underneath Regulus’s sweat and yanking down harshly causing Regulus to slide down as well.

He ran his fingernails up and down Regulus’s thighs, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuck…” James cursed, settling between Regulus’s thighs as he tugged his boyfriend’s round glasses off his face, setting them out of the way.

Regulus squirmed as James bit a trail down his right thigh, his breath hot and making Regulus shiver the closer he got to his center.

“James…” Regulus’s fingers twitched. He was getting needy and desperate and he knew James could tell. But he was going to make him wait. Regulus hated waiting.

The first touch of James’ tongue sent Regulus’s head spinning. James hummed against his clit, sliding his tongue up and down Regulus.

Regulus let out a slow breath, sliding his legs to James’s shoulders.

James always started with slow deliberate ministrations of his tongue, he liked to take his time getting Regulus worked up. He ran his tongue down Regulus’s clit, dipping down to press into his pussy.

Regulus gasped and James sped up. It was a very well choreographed dance they’d spent years rehearsing. James knew just how to undo Regulus’s very impressive composure. Rarely did they deviate, Regulus didn’t like change normally.

But as James continued with this new speed, dipping his tongue as deep as he could into Regulus, sliding his thumb up to rub circles in Regulus clit, Regulus thought he might die.

“James!” He gasped, his hands shooting up to hide his face in his elbows. “Oh fuck!”

His back arched as James rubbed his clit and fucked him with his tongue. He shook through his orgasm, as James carried him through.

He took one slow breath, but James didn’t move. He continued slowly once again, his tongue sliding back up and down Regulus’s slick clit.

Regulus whined, his legs tightening around James’s head.

“Babe…” regulus choked before James thrust his tongue into him again with more force this time. “Ah!”

Regulus shook and writhed underneath James who was expertly shoving Regulus towards his second orgasm in a matter of minutes.

Regulus frantically repeated his boyfriend’s name over and over again, until only something vaguely similar came out of him as he screamed beneath James’s tongue.

“Puh—“ Regulus gasped. His nerves were fried. “James… please…”

He tried pulling his legs off James, but he gripped them firmly and held him in place pressing a wet kiss against Regulus’s clit before sucking.

Regulus whimpered, the pain and pleasure threatening to suffocate him. He tried shoving James’ head away, tried squirming out of his reach.

But James would not let up.

“James…” Regulus gasped. “I can’t!” He almost felt panicked at how close he was to a third orgasm.

James paused only for a moment and Regulus immediately missed the heat of his mouth.

Regulus met the man’s golden eyes. He was panting, his face slick as he huffed out a laugh.

“C’mon baby. You can do one more.” James pressed.

Regulus’s chest was rising and falling hard as his lungs worked overtime to give him air.

“F-fuck…” Regulus dropped his head to the pillows, loosening the grip of his thighs as James fell back down.

He slid his tongue up and down Regulus’s cunt twice before sucking again on his clit, his finger sliding up and into him.

Regulus gasped and found himself grinding against James’ fingers, his hips raising as his cries grew louder and louder until he was sobbing out, his body strung taut and rigid. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, his eyes clouded over in soft white.

They fell back into their routine as James leapt up, sliding out of his pants and into Regulus in one slick movement.

His tongue tasted sharp and keen as his lips met Reggie’s while he fucked with abandon into Regulus’s dripping pussy.

“So fucking good, Reggie.” He groaned. “So fucking good.”

Regulus was slow to come down, wrapping shaky arms around James as he felt his boyfriend’s hips stutter and seize as he spilled into Regulus.

Regulus couldn’t speak yet. He couldn’t even think enough to form a single thought. His mind was waves slapping against rock.

He blinked tears away as his vision finally returned to normal.

He didn’t want to look over at James’ stupid smug face, but against his better judgment peaked towards the man still lying on top of him.

James looked completely chuffed with himself as he looked down at Regulus.

Regulus shoved his face away. “Don’t even.” He barely got out.

James snickered above him, dropping his head to Regulus’s neck.

They laid there for a while, half naked and covered in sex as Regulus twirled a strand of hair in his fingers.

He let out a contented sigh and pushed James off him, slipping off their bed and tugging a shirt out their laundry hamper to clean up with, sliding his sweats back around his hips.

“What are you doing?” James asked, rolled over as he watched Regulus.

“I’m going to go and finish my essay. Think my head is finally clear enough.”

He smiled at James who lifted his hand up for a high five.

“You’re an idiot.” Regulus slapped his boyfriend’s hand, lacing their fingers together and pressing his lips to the man in front of him.

[tparker48]

Finding a job is hard nowadays with the lack of experience. Everywhere you turn for work its easy for others to deny your applications at a first glance. At least, that's what it was like for Adam. He went from job to job to find a position for himself, showing much of his skills he gained from college, but they always denied his claims, due to being the size of a munchkin.

He closed himself off from his social activities, scouring the web for leads to assist in his effort. One day, he found a job that was willing to take him up, but first, he had to pass their interview with their representative. This was his chance to prove himself, and he was going to ensure it was perfect.

Getting up early, he made breakfast for the house, before taking to his study. The silence was deafening as the sunrise peered into his window, the morning birds chirping in the distance. He circled the phone slowly, awaiting for its tune to ring.

"Okay, let's go over this again." he cleared his throat. "Hello! My name is adam, I'm your next employee for the job. Ugh no that's too brash. Howdy, I'm here for your job position! No that's not it either. How about-"

"Snack!" a voice boomed from through the room, startling the small man. He turned toward his sliding door, fingers curling on the side of the frame as they yanked the door to the side, a broad figure stepped inside.

He placed a hand at his hips, scorning them. "First, stop calling me snack. Second, how many times have we talked about this? No barging into my study unannounced!"

"Yeah I know, but its an emergency!"

"What? What's the emergency?"

"It's tragic, simply tragic.." He slid the door wider, a plate held in his other hand. "The eggs are getting low in the kitchen. Could you make some more?"

Sometimes he can't help but think his stomach is a bottomless pit. "You ate through the eggs already, that was a whole carton, Dunkin."

"Come on you know me, buddy. It's gotta be a lot more than a pan to fill this gut." He slapped at his belly." He spooned the rest of the fluffy eggs into his mouth, stirring the fork around a piece of bacon. "Just a few more eggys, And I promise that'll be it."

"Not now. I have an interview remember?"

"Oh? Ooh that's right, your call thing." He groaned as he groaned as he nibbled at the strip of bacon. "Nah, fine. You don't have to do the eggs. But then you have to do tummy time."

"Tummy time? Bud, its going to take longer before-"

"Tummy Time! Tummy Tummy!" Dunkin roared as he held his gut, hopping around Adam as it plonked im his grasp. "Come on, it's been a while since we got the chance to do it. It'll get the stress off your mind."

"I don't know how long it'll be. I have to-" his friends' round gut wobbled into view, the tufts of hair swaying like blades of grass.

"Pleaase? You don't want to make the mood sad?"

"Pft, you mean for you or the tummy?"

"Mmm..both?" He beamed shyly, tossing his belly in a circular motion across his head.

Adam tried to his best to hold back a smile, looking to his bookshelf to distract himself from his friend's pestering. But despite his lounderimg around, his puppy gaze was too much too ignore, holding his stomach like a hound with a new bone. His gut spilled his cheek, Dunkin's innocent smile peering over is edge like a sunset.

"So..Tummy time." Dunkin said starry eyed.

The stomach groaned in his ear, rumbling at his body. If he didn't know any better, it's learning a thing or two from him. He cracked a smile a smile, throwing a soft punch into the barreled gut. "Fine, Tummy Time. If you just give me-" arms wrapped around his form like a net, sending his chair in a spin as he was lofted in the air.

"Oh I knew you'd come around, little buddy! Its gonna be so great!"

"An hour.." He garbled, slinking from beneath the massive arm. He paw at the sides of the big guy's body, his palms sinking into his muscle as he escorted him to the door "Now, why don't go watch some TV, While I work on my stuff."

"You got it! Tummy time, here we come-!" He closed the door, shuffling back into his seat.

"Finally a chance to get some quiet. Now where was was I?..oh yeah."

-------

Time slowed as Adam practiced pick up lines for his talents, writing them down in his notes to use as reference. Every structure, Ever word had was set to perfection. And yet, he couldn't help but feel unsettled.

He looked to the phone sitting at its charging post. The amount of time he spent practicing, and still no ring. The clock next him ticked as its arms reached towards noon. They should've called by now, what could be taking them so long? Did he miss it? Did they reschedule?

His mind filled with possibilities, spiraling around his head as if it were a merry go round. He tugged at the curls of his hair abstently, tangling its ends along his finger as his vision tunneled to the phone's call sign.

A knock came from the door, it's force snapping him out of his tranced state.

"Adam!" Dunkin' sung from behind the door, "It's tummy time!"

Already? He didn't think it'd go that fast. He stumbled to his feet, waddling toward the door as fingers curled along the door frame. It slid back an inch, before he jammed his foot in its path.

"I..I'm not ready just yet Dunkin."

"What? But you said an hour. And I've been waiting patiently!" The wood along the dor creaked, pressure increasing upon his foot as it slid back.

He place a hand against the wall behind him. "I..still need to be hers when the interviewer call-"

Another set of finger pushed below, sliding the rest of its arm as the gap widened. Adam gritted his teeth, his his whole weight to slow it down. But his foot slid to far, the rest of his body following as he toppled onto one of his chairs in the corner.

The door swung open, Dunkin filled the door. "Caught ya slipping."

Adam paused as he looked at his towering friend. Looking to the phone, he hopped toward his desk as he grabbed from its charging station, and a door connecting to the next room. He barely jiggled the handle before a palm clasped at his shirt, yanking him into Dunkin's arms.

"You can't just go and extend tummy time. Its a sacred tradition." Dunkin yearned, hoisting Adam upon his shoulder.

Adam fanned his arms into his friend back, hoping to deter him from continuing. Its impact softened against his muscle, its force softening before the rest of his palm connected.

"Heh, good try. But you and I both know that wom't work."

"Dunkin please, I need to be in a stable place for this call."

"And I need you take a load off."

Adam's gaze tilted as he faced the hallway, a bumpy surface caressing his back as the ceiling grew bigger. The fireplace came to view as furniture rested against the wall. Before long, he was pitched off from Dunkin shoulder as he plummeted in front of of him, landing on the soft cushion of his couch.

He paddled to get up, but wheezed as Dunkin sat on his legs. "Oh no you don't, you're not running off just yet." He said. "And just so there are no distraction.."

He leaned his weight into Adam, his armpit planting atop his head. It stuck to him like a face mask, unleashing a rip odor as if it were smelling salt. He fanned his arms as Dunkin's slid into his, wrapping around his arm holding the device. He clenched his finger as they grabbed the edge of the phone, but he didn't have the strength to hold it, as slid free from his hand, and into dunkin.

His armpit peeled away, before his rear stamped at his torso. "The phone!"

Dunkin giggled to himself, wiggling the phone in his hand as if it were a treat. "You want the phone so badly. You're going his pay the toll." He lifted the phone higher, tucking it into his belly button. "With belly rubs."

"What? No, Dunkin-"

"Bup-bup! No Dunkin about." He said with a soft smile. "Only tummy time."

Adam reached over the ridge of his belly, pawing into the soft muscle in efforts to retrieve the phone onto the couch. "Come on..come on."

Dunkin merely smiled at his little friend's efforts, kicking a foot upon his lap. "The more you continue to fight it, little buddy, the more the phone's going to be out of reach."

He can't be serious, adam thought to himself, reaching higher as hid arms repelled against his pudgy gut. within that moment, his limbs slumped to the sides. "Fine, I do you rubs."

Dunkin peered an eye, his smile growing wider. "I knew you'd see it my way, little buddy." he slid off the edge of the couch, planting his back along his legs. "don't keep my belly waiting now."

Adam groaned, reaching his palms over the ridge of the warm, soft stomach. he pressed his fingertips into the corners of the soft flesh, a soft gurgle escaping from within as he massaged over it. It was as if they were purring, Dunkin's soft grunts following as he crossed he crossed his arms behind his head. he looked toward the clock along the top shelf of the living room, looking at his phone that swayed over the way of fluffy muscle. He fumbled weakly at its stem, hoping to knock it out of place form its position, but it was yanked away as Dunkin took in a satisfied breath.

silence dwindled as the moment ticked by, Adam kneading into Dunkin as he stared at his phone. not a moment later, he finally called it. "Alright, there you got your rubs." he removed his palms from his stomach, reaching a hand higher to the edge of his torso. "now if you can just-"

Dunkin inhaled, rolling his stomach away. " What? But that was barely a rub. you can't cut it off that early."

Adam wiggled weakly beneath him, rolling his waist into the gaps between the cushions. but he only manage to wiggle Dunkin's body, before his grew tired.

vibration rattled into his body, the phone dark screen lighting up.

"The interviewer!" Adam shoved at his friend's stomach, bucking his torso to reach from the device. but its soft flesh knocked into his chin, as Dunking got to his feet.

"No! You need to finish my rubs." He ran behind the table. Adam followed behind as the two circled around. He ran toward the hallway, his little friend following as their feet boomed to the next room.

"Give me the phone!" Adam lunged to his shorts, gripping to the waistband to slow them down. but his weight couldn't cause friction, before was lofted to the air, flailing in the wind like a pair of laundry in a storm.

Dunkin zoomed through the other room and back toward the living room. Spiraling and rolling to shake off the baggage along his shorts. Adam's stomach twisted, the inertia jumbling him about before gravity stood still. He saw the man's legs tense up, lunging past a marble table as he looked at his own reflection. the meaty feet slammed onto the carpet below him, and he was swung between Dunkin's thighs and onto the couch.

He and his friend met each other's gaze. Turning himself upright, he took a step from the couch, but stopped when Dunkin raised the phone in his hand.

"Not so fast." He said, holding the phone over his mouth. "Not one step closer, or I'll swallow the phone."

"What? Don't be daft, you can't do that."

"Oh yeah?" He cocked a brow, his tongue extending from his mouth, It lathered its slimy tip around the ringing phone, Adam's heart twisting as the appendage wrapped around it like a vine. he dragged the phone into his mouth, the contours of the phone bulging from the side of his cheek. "How about now?"

He's not bluffing. "O..okay, buddy..there's no need to be so hasty. We can talk about this later, but first I need that phone."

"So you can go back into your room and be stressed? No thank you." Dunkin replied, maneuvering past the table. "I don't think you understand the importance of Tummy time. Allow me to remind you of our timely bond. You see, when two best buds share a bond of tummy rubs, it's sacred and-"

"Damn it buddy, I don't have time for this." He threw a blanket toward his face, lunging upon his shoulders.

"Hey! I was explaining something here!!" Dunkin swayed his body around.

"The call's almost up! I can't miss it!"

He clinged to the collar of his shirt, Dunkin bouncing from wall to wall to shake him off. He pawed at his puffy lips to free his entombed device, but his jaws were too tight move without being drench in his saliva. Their tussle for control lasted seconds, before Dunkin stumbled toward the couch.

"You asked for it." He planted his feet, leaning into a trust fall onto the couch.

Adam wheezed as he was sandwiched between them, Dunkin thick head, pinning him down like an upside turtle. "Dunkin I don't have time for this!"

"Fine, fine." Dunkin replied, the bulge in his cheek rotating softening before his lips parted. his drenched phone peeked from his jaws, risen by his tongue. "Hea..tak eet."

Adam looked at the call sign, the interviewer's number flashing upon it. "Finally, Hopefully they won't too-" the phone lowered from his grasp, plunging into Dunkin's jaws as they clicked shut. "What the-?"

"Haha, too slow." Dunkin said, opening his mouth again.

Adam tried again to retrieve his phone, but the fleshy tongue managed to slip through before it vanished behind his pearly white molars. After another attempt to grab the phone, He gripped at Dunkin's nostrils, forcing his gaze toward him.

"Listen here, I have to that phone before-" A belch erupted from the depth of Dunkin's belly, the tainted scent of eggs and bacon filling his mouth before it reaped into his nostrils. "Ugh! come on man!"

"Now you did it, you made my stomach upset. Well I suppose that's what you-" a foot stamped at the center of his stomach, cutting him off as he jerked to its impact.

Gulp.

The sound pierced Adam soul, looking to Dunkin neck as the muffled ringtone of the device vanished down his thick throat. He took to his mouth, forcing it open to the inside. The empty cavern was all that remained, the back of the throat winking as it worked the phone into his stomach.

"You swallowed the phone!"

Dunkin stood up, vibrations rumbling from his stomach. "oh..crap, that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Spit it out! i need to answer it!"

"spit it out, I can't just cough thing's up on demand, my tummy has a mind of it's own." He said, his stomach growling. "You said it belly. the only way you're gonna get that call is if you go inside and get it."

Adam's eye twitched, his gaze shooting to the rounded belly of his best friend. Stewing in there was his phone, surrounded by who knows what and more. If that phone gets damaged, he'll not only lose his chance at a new job, but his data along with it.

Don't worry though, I can always fetch it later-" a palm jammed into his mouth, another hand forcing it wide as Adam climbed onto his shoulder.

A soft wince escaped from him, before he leaped into the damp cavern. Flesh hugged everywhere at his body, tightening like vice as it guided him down his friend's food pipe. he wormed himself toward the end of the throat, smearing passed chunks of eggs caught in its folds as he curled into his stomach.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!" He tossed around the clumps of his friend's breakfast, pressing into the tight abdominal walls. a more complex object pushed into his thighs, spiraling around as he reached toward it. It floundered through the darkness, sliding around his finger tips before the dimmed green screen illuminated a patch of the stomach.out from the outside.

"Hello?" Adam said, wiping the juices from the speaker.

"Yes, Im callimg to speak witha man named Adam."

"This is he, I've been expecting your call."

"I see. Well we're calling to explore your potential career at our company. If you don't mind venturing through our questionare, we can.."

they speech trailed off as the howls of the stomach boomed around Adam, a pound echoing from above him. "Bud?..Is everything good in there?"

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time to call?"

He kicked at the side of the stomach wall, a grunt shaking the walls before he curled into a ball. "No, not at all. Just..took a bit of time travel is all."

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The seconds ticked by as Adam chatted with the interviewer, listing many of his qualifications that may help with the position. Waves of stomach juices splashed as Dunkin walked traversed through the house, carrying the added weight inside his gut as he sat upon the couch. he placed an ear to his stomach to listen the conversation inside, his friend's words garbled as the wall of flesh softened them. he tempted to lean closer, but a nudge deterred him as he lifted his head away, fiddling with his thumbs to pass the time.

After a few more minutes, activity began to stir as his stomach wobbled.

"Really ?! You really mean it?! Thank you, thank you so much!" He heard his little friend muffle.

Silence filled the room, his stomach becoming motionless as its gurgles sung its tune. Dunkin returned his ear toward his gut, listening to its distant sloshes like a sea shell. "Buddy...how'd it go?"

"I got it.." His voice muffled. "I got the position!" His stomach thrashed about, his muffled cheers outshining his guts tunes.

"Ay, I'm glad to hear you managed to get it little buddy, I knew you could do it." He smiled at his stomach, but grew sheepish as he scratched at his head. "I uh..sorry for swallowing your phone. I went a little too far when it came to tummy time. you just seemed stressed about the job I wanted to-"

A soft impress met the side of his stomach, the contours of handprints wrapping as if to hug it. "Water under the bridge bud. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up." Adam said.

Dunkin choked at his words, drawing asoft smile as he cradled his gut into himself. "Good."

"but I didn't expect to let tummy time get this far."

"I'll say, didn't think you'd just hop inside my mouth like that." he patted his stomach.

"Yeah well, I didn't expect it either. Besides I don't think my insurance covers stomach juices." He pushed at the elastic wall of the stomach, Dunkin holding it in his grasp.

"Speaking of stomach, I'm not exactly sure how long I can keep you down there." He heaved at his stomach, small belches escaping as the weight of his friend jostled at the valve. "It'll be a while before I can cough you up."

"I see."

"But you know..if your up for it, we could finish..tummy time?"

"Thinking of tummy rubs at a time like this?"

He fiddled at his fingers. "W..well..I mean since we have time-"

He was cut off when pressure met the side of his stomach, the bulging handprints creating soft hills.

"Of course I can't leave my best bud hanging. Even after your efforts to cheer me up." Adam continued his rubs, adding his feet into the mix as his stomach wobbled like a hatched egg.

Dunkin shuddered at the sensation, his legs becoming queasy as the slick strokes rubbed around his body. he sat along sofa, nuzzling into his belly. "Now you really are a snack."

"It's not too late to give you a stomach ache, Dunkin."

"Hehe, you can try."

[sandinthemachine]

Double Trouble

Summary: König and your dog conspiring against you

Warnings: None. Just a short drabble while I work on a longer request for this lovely man. Gender-neutral reader

Words: 582

I also couldn't think of a dog name so I named him after nerdforge's dog lmao

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Light dances through gossamer window shades, honeysweet and agile as a dancer, leaping over your eyelids with easy grace.

You groan, yanking the covers back over your head, only to find far more than innocent sunlight conspiring to ruin your morning slumber. A cold nose, broad and insistent, wiggles its way under the covers, snuffling and snorting until it bonks into your temple. An angry little grumble escapes you as you shove the offending nose away, sinking deeper into your protective cocoon like a caterpillar refusing to emerge. A stuttering whine filters through the covers, and you press firm hands over your ears, only for a loud howl to burst right next to your face.

You whip the covers down and turn to confront your assailant, only to catch the tail-end of a raging ball of fluff carrying his temper tantrum down the hallway. Well, not your problem anymore.

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König is well into breakfast by the time he hears heavy paws careening down the hallway. The bulky husky slides on the hardwood floor, scrabbling paws unable to stop his snout from bonking right into König's chair.

"Nóri," the man croons, reaching for the dog's ears, only for the dog to hop back with an irritated ruff. "What's the matter?"

Nóri taps his front paws back and forth, a grrr rumbling in his throat that soon erupts into a full-fledged bark.

"I see," König muses with a serious nod.

Nóri is already turning and prancing down the hallway, only to spin back around when he realizes König hasn't moved. He howls, bouncing on his paws with a stubborn awooo.

"If you insist." With a smile König pushes himself up from his chair and makes his way to the source of the problem.

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You're already half asleep by the time you feel the bed shifting next to you, warm arms worming their way around you. "Errr...don't wanna," you mumble, trying to to burrow even further.

But he doesn't say anything, only wrapping himself around you and tucking his chin over where your head is under the blankets. You sigh, relaxing into him and pulling your shelter down just enough to crane your neck and nuzzle your face into him.

A wet human tongue immediately splats on your collarbone and you squeal, thrashing, but you're trapped in a prison of your own making as your burrito blanket squeezes your limbs to the side, forcing you to endure your partner's massive tongue as he licks up your neck and across your face.

"König!" You yelp, freeing yourself from his arms and rolling away, tumbling right off the bed. You struggle, trying to pull the blankets off you, but before you have the chance a furry anvil of a dog is dropping on top of you, one paw landing on your chest, another going right into your gut. A groan punches out of you, drowned in a flurry of slobbery kisses that are worse, infinitely worse than the one you escaped from. "Nóriiiiiii!"

You can hear König cackling from his perch on the bed, and try to yell your indignation at him only for Nóri to flop his full weight on you, fixing you with his signature wide-eyed crazy stare, mouth open in a panting grin. Begrudgingly, you chuckle at the little fiend, forgiving him for now.

König, on the other hand? You cast a glance at him, still wheezing and clutching his stomach as a smirk settles over your features.

He'd better watch his back.

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Probably going to write a part 2 for this at some point when I get a good idea. For now, enjoy gremlin König :)

[siilvan]

aqua regia – III

part one | part two

characters: nikolai

summary: your day off ends up being far more eventful than you originally planned.

genre: fluff, explicit, fem!reader (bravo 0-5)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, slight possessive!nik, he’s a massive simp, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, heavy praise, slight size kink, lil' breeding 🫣, i don’t know russian

word count: 6k

note: something about a 6'4" war machine on his knees just heals me in ways nothing else can

also got a little silly and made this 6,000 words <3

you stroll into the communal kitchen well after the sun has risen in the sky, immediately being greeted by the two sergeants sitting at a table nearby, chatting away about something until they see you.

"any plans today, l.t.?" soap asks, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he looks in your direction. gaz raises his coffee cup towards you as a silent "hello", a relaxed smile on his face.

"oh, yes, big plans today." you huff out a small laugh while pouring yourself a cup of coffee. "i’ve got a busy day of 'nothing' all planned out. no training, no work, no annoying rookies breathing down my neck."

you saunter over to the pair and regard them with a smile of your own. "today is dedicated to doing absolutely nothing." you cheerfully add while settling in an empty seat, earning small noises of agreement from the two.

"seems like we’ve all got the same plans." gaz says with a soft laugh. he goes to sip his drink again, before his eyes suddenly light up in realization and he shoots you a curious look. "say, lieutenant, haven’t you and nik been getting along lately?"

you nearly choke on your drink, but attempt to play it off by clearing your throat. "i’d say we’re, uh… good friends, after all the work we’ve done together," your voice wavers just slightly as you string together an explanation. nikolai and you haven’t told the rest of the team about your relationship, nor did you have any intentions to for the time being - the second they find out, your days of peace are over.

"why do you ask?" you send both men a wary glance, noting their relaxed expressions. maybe they don’t know. just act casual.

gaz shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "saw him in the airfield earlier, figured you’d like to know." he says, and you internally breathe a sigh of relief. "heard you saved his ass after he got shot, too, so i thought you’d want to check up on him."

"hard to imagine a guy like him taking a bullet," soap chuckles from your other side, shaking his head. "usually he’s saving us after we get shot."

"i get the feeling nik’s been shot more than either of us." gaz motions between himself and soap, who concedes with a grin. "combined, probably." soap adds after a beat, making you halfheartedly roll your eyes at the pair.

"can all of you just stop getting shot?" you jokingly suggest. the sergeants immediately shake their heads in tandem, with claims of your proposal being "boring" and "lame" falling from their lips.

as the two continue to gripe about your suggestion, you push back in your chair and stand up. "well, i’m going to check on the bullet sponge," you announce, heading towards the door. soap interrupts himself with a barking laugh, while gaz nearly snorts into his cup. "do me a favor and stay away from the shooting range, yeah?" you add from the doorway.

you can hear two shouts of "no promises!" as you leave and head to the airfield.

when you arrive, you’re greeted with… nothing, surprisingly. nikolai is nowhere to be seen, even as you investigate near the black hawk that you knew belonged to him.

"looking for someone?" a cheerful voice asks from behind while you scan the airfield, making you jolt with a startled gasp. you spin around and come face-to-face with nikolai, who beams at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. an amused huff leaves him as you shoot him a petty glare, your shoulders relaxing once more.

"someone should put a bell on you," you huff. nikolai leans toward you as his grin morphs into a lopsided smirk. "i’m sorry, принцесса, i didn’t mean to startle you." he feigns a sympathetic tone as he lifts a hand to brush against your cheek, cupping it in his palm. "how about i make it up to you, hm?"

before you can object, he angles your head up and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. for a few seconds, you respond in kind, until you remember that you’re standing completely out in the open.

you pull back, hands reaching for his forearms and holding them gently. "nik, we shouldn’t– not here, at least. somewhere more private." you mutter, still close to his mouth after he chased yours. the surrounding area was near-empty, thankfully, save for some soldiers occupying themselves with their own vehicles a safe distance away.

"let them see, милая." his whisper ghosts over your lips before he presses another kiss to them, forcing you to turn your head to the side. even that doesn’t deter him, lips drifting up your cheek and brushing against the shell of your ear. "i don’t want anyone thinking they can have you."

"we’ll tell everyone soon," your hands slide up and settle on his shoulders. "but, for now, i just want to enjoy the privacy."

you can feel nikolai’s sigh more than you hear it. he moves to detach himself from you, before you stop him as one of your hands directs him to look at you. "it’s already been a week since the incident in finland, hasn’t it?" you ask with a smile, earning a confused but affirmative nod.

ever since you two had returned from that semi-failed mission, you’ve both been kept busy. hardly seeing each other once again was difficult, but it helped to prevent any… inconvenient feelings from sparking up and distracting you.

"how’s that wound been healing?" you continue, tilting your head to the side.

during that week, you two had seen each other just one time. you were stunned by how fast he was recovering from his injury - it was almost like he developed some kind of regenerative ability, or somehow learned to heal through sheer willpower.

your question seems to finally click after a beat, his face lighting up. "very well, actually." nikolai answers with a chuckle. "but, i may require your assistance in checking it. you have time to help, no?"

"oh, i always have time for you." carefully, your hands trail down his arms and find his own. you begin leading him to the barracks, dragging him hand-in-hand despite your reservations. "my day is entirely open and available, after all." you add a couple moments later.

nikolai is on you not even a second after the door clicks shut. pushing you up against the wood, lips smashing into yours, hands circling your waist to hold your body flush against his. you barely have time to process the frantic movements before his knee is being shoved between your own and nudged against your clothed core.

"fuck–" you gasp and whine under your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind down against his knee. even through your thick cargos, you can feel the pressure from it.

"that’s right, принцесса." he leans over to your ear and coos, a noise of satisfaction vibrating deep in his chest. "take what you need." his knee lifts slightly, pulling a soft moan from you.

your head falls back against the door, locking eyes with him as he leans back to observe you. the pressure just wasn’t enough, you couldn’t hope to get off like this. "nikolai– please, nik, i need more." you stare back at him with pleading eyes.

if nikolai was anything, pliant was not one of them. for you, however, he was like putty in your hands the moment you asked anything of him.

he practically carries you to the bed and plops you onto the plush duvet, hovering over you. you lean back on your palms and watch as he carefully lowers to one knee, dark eyes unwavering from yours. he drops to his other knee soon after, leaving him kneeling at the foot of the bed.

your heart thumps wildly against your ribs as heat immediately pools in the pit of your stomach at the sight. nikolai, a giant in both stature and industry, known to all as a fearless - and fear-inducing - leader and ally, an expert in all fields, was currently on his knees in front of you.

"shirt off, милая." he says, his voice alone making a shiver rack your spine. you swear his accent is thicker, voice husky and resonant as he gives you the simple command. your hands immediately lower to the hem of your shirt and you lift it over your head before discarding it somewhere to the side.

his eyes slowly drift down to your newly uncovered skin and he hums appreciatively. "so good at following directions," he murmurs; to you or himself, you’re not quite sure. "and, so fucking beautiful…"

you keen at his praise, feeling each word add to the heat building under your skin. he finally reaches out to you moments later and grasps your hips, fingers eagerly digging into the heated flesh. his hands dance up your sides until they reach your covered chest. he clicks his tongue, using one hand to pull the cups of your bra down and expose your breasts.

he moans once his eyes land on them.

"you were sculpted by the angels, принцесса…" nikolai sighs and leans forward. his mouth attaches to one of your nipples and he sucks on the bud, drawing a whimper from you. his tongue languidly circles it while he pinches and rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. one of your hands grips the edge of the bed as the other flies to his hair, tangling in and gently pulling at it while he worked. he switches his attention to the other breast after a moment, giving them equal treatment.

he finally pulls away with a small pop once he’s satisfied. his lips drag over to the valley of your breasts and he presses a chaste kiss to it, mumbling something against your skin that you don’t quite catch.

"what was that?" you whisper, noticing the way his hands ever-so-slowly glide down to your waistband.

"want to taste you," he says, louder this time. his head lifts from your chest and his gaze locks onto yours again. as if to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. "can i taste you?"

you nod and move to unbutton your pants - however, before you can, his hands silently grab ahold of yours and move them back to the duvet. he then reaches for your cargos himself, unbuttoning and unzipping them for you.

he taps your hip gently. "lift."

you lift your hips enough for him to pull your cargos down, taking your soaked-through underwear with them, as well. both soon join your shirt on the floor, and you’re quick to add your bra to the pile, leaving yourself completely bare for him.

nikolai, meanwhile, is still fully clothed. you paw at his shirt with a breathy whine. instead of removing it, he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. "in due time, любимая." he chuckles and releases your hand. his attention shifts to your thighs, which pressed together once your pants were off.

his palms press flat against your thighs, short nails pressing into your skin. a low sigh of "please" falls from his lips as he urges you to open them. you concede after a moment’s hesitation, any shyness melting away with just a single word.

you hear a soft "thank you" as his left hand slides down to your ankle and lifts it, placing a kiss on the side of it before resting it atop his shoulder. his lips start a slow, deliberate trail up the inside of your right leg, his other hand gripping the plush of your thigh and keeping your legs spread.

"i’m no better than a fucking mutt," he mutters against your knee, eyes briefly flicking up to meet yours. his pupils were blown wide with lust, irises pitch black voids, and you were sure yours looked much the same as you maintained his gaze. "happy to serve, eager to please."

he sinks his teeth into your skin once he reaches your thigh, quickly soothing the sting with his tongue and a gentle kiss after you yelp. he repeats the process a handful of times on both of your thighs, leaving them covered in bite marks and soon-to-form bruises. you whine and frustratedly wiggle your hips under him, trying to get him to focus on where you desperately need him most.

nikolai lets you complain, an amused smirk gracing his features as you do. he then urges you to lay back and you do so without complaint, fingers twisting in the duvet as you anxiously await his next move.

he leans forward so your knee comes to rest on his shoulder, mirroring the position with your other leg and leaving your dripping cunt completely exposed to his burning gaze. "absolutely perfect, милая…" he whispers, breath fanning over your folds and making you arch your back off the mattress. "this pretty little cunt really is all mine?" he asks with an airy laugh.

you quickly nod your head and worry your bottom lip with your teeth. "please, nik. i need you so bad–"

his tongue flattening against your folds and licking a stripe up to your clit is enough to silence you - or, rather, cut off your pleads with a surprised moan. he drags his tongue back down and up again, flicking your clit with the tip once he reaches the top.

you aren’t sure if it’s a grumble or a growl that leaves his throat, but judging by the way he grips your thighs tight enough to leave crescent-shaped marks in your skin, you assume it’s the latter. "tastes so good, принцесса–" he groans and laves his tongue over your glistening folds, greedily soaking it in your arousal. "so fucking good."

the deep timbre of his voice, the endless praise, the way nikolai’s tongue worships your cunt has your head spinning already.

one of your hands flies down to his hair and clings to it when you feel a single finger prodding at your entrance. it easily slips in without any resistance, curling upwards and drawing a moan of his name from you. he adds another soon after and begins pumping them slowly, angling them right into your sweet spot with every thrust.

you writhe under him while fisting the blanket and his hair, jaw going slack when his tongue flattens against your clit. he wraps his lips around it a second later and sucks on it as his fingers start picking up speed. "nikolai– ah, ah– fuck, please don’t stop–" you babble, turning to muffle your moans in the blanket after he hums around your sensitive bud.

suddenly, the sensations all stop at once. you whine pathetically and look down at him, stomach flipping as you see the shadow cast over his eyes.

"don’t you dare hide from me," he says, voice gravelly and thick with lust. "i want to hear every sound that comes out of that pretty mouth. you hide, i stop. understand?"

you frantically nod your head as tears start to build up at your waterline. you felt like you were going to burn up without his touch. the feeling was so strong that you couldn’t even focus on his words proving, unsurprisingly, that he has a mean streak.

his lopsided smile returns and he leaves a gentle kiss just above your clit. "that’s my good girl." nikolai says before taking the neglected pearl between his lips again, rolling it with his tongue and sucking on it. his fingers - one of which is the same size as two of your own - curl up into that spongy spot inside of you that makes your thighs clamp shut around his head.

you just barely manage to apologize through the moans and whimpers freely spilling from your lips. the smile that you can feel around your clit tells you that he enjoys the reaction, though.

your heels press into his shoulder blades, urging him closer. his fingers move faster, twisting and scissoring inside you as he tempts you with another. a third one soon joins the other two, forcing your inner walls to stretch and accommodate them as he moves them at a brutal pace.

"too much–" you whimper, hips still bucking towards his touch despite your protests. he releases your clit and chuckles. "too much? your pussy seems to disagree." he thrusts his fingers and you listen with heated cheeks as your wet cunt makes lewd squelching noises around him. "can you hear the way she speaks to me, принцесса? sounds almost as sweet as you."

you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and threatening to burst as he continues with his harsh ministrations. you clench tight around his fingers, a whiny moan leaving you.

"gonna cum." you punctuate your sentence with another moan. the tip of his tongue alternates between circling your clit and flicking it, steadily working you towards the edge. your arousal covers his hand in a glistening sheen and drips down his wrist, the wet noises of your cunt mixing with your sounds of pleasure and echoing off the walls.

"i know, милая, i know." nikolai says, his free hand holding your thighs wide open for him. "cum for me. you’ve been so good, you’ve earned it."

"please– fuck, nikolai–!" your orgasm washes over you hard and fast, your back arching as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. he keeps his fingers moving inside you, prolonging the pleasure and pulling gasps and breathless whines from your lips.

you fall back against the duvet after a couple seconds, chest heaving as you fight to catch your breath. nikolai carefully extracts his fingers, holding them up enough for you to see the wetness running down them. he hums in satisfaction and reaches for your left thigh with the hand, smearing it and leaving the skin shiny with your fluids.

"i’m not done." is all the warning you get before he dives back in, tongue greedily lapping at the arousal dripping from your folds. you let out a stuttering gasp and try to pull his head away as the dull pleasure quickly melts into burning overstimulation. he makes an animalistic sound, akin to a growl, when you tug on his hair, refusing to move an inch. his iron grip on your thighs is used to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, right to his eager mouth.

"so fucking good," is chanted against your cunt like a mantra, as nikolai shifts his hold to spread your outer lips with his thumbs. you practically scramble to sit up on your elbows and watch as a string of saliva falls from his slightly parted lips, mixing with the fluids of your drooling cunt. he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, presses the flat of his tongue to your cunt and licks a trail from bottom to top.

you nearly finish again just from the sight alone. his tongue prods at your entrance before sliding in, and you throw your head back as a drawn-out moan of his name escapes you. the sound goes straight to his cock, already painfully hard and desperately straining against the confines of his dark jeans.

his hips jerk forward and grind into the side of the bed, making him sigh against your sensitive skin at the little bit of relief. his tongue teasingly dips in and out of your entrance a few times before he circles the tip around it. occasionally, during his teasing, the bridge of his nose brushes against your clit, making you jolt from the unexpected sensation.

the overstimulation gradually melts into pure bliss, and soon you’re tightly fisting his hair to pull him impossibly closer to your cunt.

"good girl, just like that." he murmurs, pausing to press a loving kiss to your clit. "use my tongue, show me what you need." he adds. you respond with a pitchy whine, wriggling your hips to grind against his tongue when he lays it flat against your cunt. he makes no move to wrench your thighs open after they close around his ears again, squeezing him and holding his head in place.

your inner walls clench around nothing, pulsing from the constant feeling of his tongue circling, prodding, laving over your glistening folds. he groans when you give his hair a harsh tug, the vibrations hot against your core and sending his hips involuntarily jolting forward again.

if you weren’t already dizzy from pleasure, you’d be embarrassed by how quickly your orgasm builds up. it hits you suddenly, and you nearly sob as you reach your second climax of the day. nikolai moans, guttural and debauched, as he fervently laps at your drooling cunt. you’re too delirious to even try and push him away, stuttering breaths falling from your parted lips as he forcefully drags your orgasm out as long as he can.

finally, he detaches himself from your core and allows your legs to go limp. he sits up on his knees and carefully maneuvers them off his shoulders, chuckling to himself as you struggle to shift higher up the mattress.

your eyes immediately focus when you hear the sounds of fabric shifting, a soft whine leaving you after your gaze finds him. he pulls his shirt off, bunching the fabric slightly as he runs it across his mouth and chin, wiping it clean of your fluids. he tosses it to the side without a care and his eyes land on you once again.

"think you handle one more, принцесса?" he asks, motioning with his hand for you to lay back down. he’s hovering over you seconds later, his arms and legs completely caging you in. he leans in, breath ghosting over your lips. "i want to feel you clench around me. just one more, okay?"

you nod your head as the blissful haze slowly wears off, hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

for whatever reason, your mind suddenly drifts to the incident a week ago - when he was shot. your eyes leave his face and travel to his bicep, stomach clenching for a different reason when they land on the injury.

it was healing, no doubt; the wound had fully closed several days ago and was now on the mend, with fresh scar tissue already sunken into his skin. it didn’t seem to be causing him any pain, evident in the way he held himself up and manhandled you without any signs of a struggle. still, the image of him that day, rushing to your aid despite his injury and making sure that you were unharmed before allowing himself to be treated–

"hey, look at me." nikolai’s soft timbre cuts your train of thought off suddenly. he holds himself up on one hand as the other reaches for your chin, gently guiding your focus back to him. "no need to be thinking about that, любимая."

"yeah, you’re right." you nod again, hands trailing up from his shoulders to cup his face. "i should be focused on rewarding you for all that you’ve done." you add with an airy giggle, pulling him down to capture his lips in a fervent kiss. he licks into your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

while he’s distracted, you let one of your hands slide down his torso, nails lightly scraping over his chest and abdomen. he groans into the kiss and you smile, reaching his belt. you unbuckle it one-handed, loosening it and going after his button and zipper next. your hand silently slips past his waistband, palming at his cock through his underwear.

he pulls back with a stuttering sigh, his forehead pressing against yours while his eyes screwed shut. you simply stare at him, admiring his reactions and drinking up the soft noises he was making. however, as your hand slips past the band of his underwear and wraps around his shaft, your smile drops and you realize something.

fuck, he’s big. not just in length, but in girth, too. you aren’t sure if he’ll even fit inside you.

you feel a warm breath hit your cheek as nikolai huffs at your reaction. "something the matter?" he asks, knowing full well what your problem is. instead of responding, you pump him from base to tip a few times, earning a low moan right next to your ear.

"i didn’t know you were so…" you swallow, suddenly feeling your throat run dry. "so, uh– big." your voice raises slightly at the end and you nervously shift under him. "i don’t think you’ll even fit."

nikolai hums, hips shifting slightly and a soft curse leaving him as your fingers wrap around his ruddy tip. "i’m sure you can handle it. you’ve done so well for me so far, принцесса." he sits back on his heels, forcing you to pull your hand back and watch from under your eyelashes as he removes his cargos and briefs. actually seeing his semi-hard cock did little to soothe your worry, though.

"you’re going to fucking split me in half," you sigh, practically drooling over the sight of his cock despite your protests. you’re transfixed as his own hand wraps around his length, stroking it until he was fully erect. "what a perfect way to die."

your body completely betrays your words as he positions himself over you again, legs spreading to make room for him between them. he grabs one of the pillows from beside your head and urges you to lift your hips, tucking it underneath to angle them slightly higher. he then guides his length to sit heavy against your wet folds before sliding it back and forth, letting it slowly coat itself in your arousal.

you both moan from the stimulation, his cock head perfectly catching your clit every time he pushes it forward. he lowers himself and presses another kiss to your slightly parted lips, swallowing your moans. "you can take it. feel how wet you are?" he whispers against your mouth, the strings of arousal clinging to his flushed tip every time he moves making it hard for you to disagree. "your pretty little cunt wants to be filled up, милая… doesn’t she?"

"please, nikolai…"

"tell me what you want."

"your cock," you whine and shift your hips, trying to rub against him. "want your cock– need it inside."

he stills your hips with a firm grip, pulling another frustrated whine and "please" from your lips. your complaints are immediately quelled when he shifts, teasing your entrance with his tip. you try to push up, to catch it on your folds, but you can’t even budge under his hands.

finally, you feel the tip push inside, sucking in a breath at the slightly painful stretch. he keeps moving until you whimper, halfway in. "look at you, doing so well…" he murmurs, eyes glued to the spot you met at. "just a little more, you can do it." he continues. one of his hands slides down to your clit and he presses it with his thumb in an attempt to relax your half-tensed muscles.

he keeps pushing in, inch by inch, giving you time to accommodate to the stretch. once he’s almost all the way in, he pulls his hips back, slowly, and thrusts back in just as slow. you keen, back arching, as his free hand leaves your hip to slide down your spine. it lands on the swell of your ass and he squeezes, kneading the plump flesh beneath his fingertips. you expect another languid thrust when he retracts again, only to have the air knocked out of your lungs as he suddenly snaps his hips into yours, sheathing himself fully inside.

"fuck– ‘s too big, you’re too big–" the sudden movement is enough to wet your eyes, inner walls clenching around his length like a vice. the pain was equally met with pleasure - you didn’t know if you were too full, or perfectly filled up. your lust-ridden brain was trying to convince you of the latter.

"you’ve already taken all of me." nikolai trails his lips down your jaw, reaching your throat. "i knew my pretty girl could do it." he beams with pride and presses a kiss to your fluttering pulse. the chaste kisses quickly turn into bites and dark hickeys being sucked into your skin, distracting you from the pain.

a couple seconds pass without any movement from him, giving the pain-pleasure mixture time to melt away into pure bliss as your cunt adjusts and relaxes around him.

"nik…" you whimper, hands clinging desperately to his broad shoulders. "need you to move–!"

his hand leaves your clit and rests next to your head, holding himself up as he slides out. he slams back in suddenly, hitting against the edge of your cervix and sending your eyes rolling back in your skull. a low exhale escapes him and he sets a moderate pace, pressing his hips flush to yours with every thrust.

"fucking hell–" he lifts his head from your bruised neck. "so tight, feels like heaven–" his voice is strained, guttural groans and sighs lacing each word. your nails dig into his shoulders, head spinning each time he buries himself inside.

the bed shifts and creaks with each thrust, headboard rhythmically knocking against the wall. you were certain that anyone walking past your door could tell what was going on - and, fortunately, you also couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything other than nikolai’s cock bullying your insides.

his other hand, still firmly gripping your ass, travels to the back of your thigh. he holds it for a moment before he bends back from you, compelling your hands to find purchase elsewhere. they end up fisting the duvet again, with one being interlocked with and pinned under his own a second later. he pushes your thigh forward, lifting your leg until it can settle on his shoulder. his hips roll into yours again, the new angle making you tremble and moan as his cock reaches that much deeper.

your other leg joins soon after, being manhandled until the backs of your thighs were pressed against his chest. deeper, deeper, deeper, you swear he’s trying to force himself into your womb like this. "it’s like you were made for me," he says, breathless. you whine as you clench around him again. "you want me to cum inside, hm? fill you up so nice?"

he leans forward, pressing your thighs to your chest and literally folding you in half - a mating press, you faintly realize through the haze. "i’ll fuck you until you’re full– dripping with me for days, принцесса. and, once that– ah, fuck– once you’re empty, i’ll just fill you up again."

you can barely register any of his words, heartbeat thumping wildly in your ears and moans spilling from your lips. his cock is pulsing inside you, perfectly timed with the constant fluttering of your inner walls. he’s pressing closer to you, your chests separated only by your trembling thighs. "maybe i’ll fuck a baby into you– you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? breeding you, stuffing your needy cunt with my cock, leaving you full of my cum and a child–"

"you’d be a pretty little housewife, принцесса. could fuck you whenever i want, take care of you– shit– say the word, and it’s yours. anything." his thrusts are animalistic at this point, fucking into you like he’s intending to breed you. based on his rambling, you think he just might be, too.

his lips find yours and he kisses you. the painful knot in your abdomen clenches tight, stomach flipping when you finally get to hear the obscene noises of his cock fucking into your wet heat. every movement creates a new sound, and it’s the sweetest song he’s ever listened to.

"'m gonna cum again–" you manage to whine against nikolai’s mouth, breath fanning over it as you pant and gasp for air. "cum on my cock– please, pretty girl. i need to feel it."

his encouragement is what sends you crashing over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping as a loud moan of his name spills from your lips. the pleasure racks your body from head to toe, eyelids fluttering closed and stars blurring behind your vision from the intensity of it. your cunt clamps down around him and he groans, hoarse and gravelly.

"good girl, that’s my good girl– my принцесса, always listening so well." he growls, cock still buried deep inside as he roughly works you through your release and chases his own.

"inside– please, fuck, i want you to cum inside–" you beg and paw at him, squeezing his hand tight. the pre-cum drooling from his tip is eagerly welcomed by your core as it attempts to milk him dry, the constant pulsing of your sweet walls rapidly pushing him closer to his own peak.

"i will, i will." he moans as his thrusts start to lose rhythm, his hips blindly rocking into you. "going to cum deep inside your needy little cunt, give her exactly what she needs."

he finishes with a deep groan of your name, burying his cock as deep as it possibly could go. warmth floods your core and your cunt greedily sucks in every last drop of his, quivering around him while he continues to fuck you through his high.

his pace gradually slows down to a stop, and nikolai nearly goes limp on top of you. he’s careful not to crush you under his weight, with his sweaty forehead pressed against your own and unsteady arms holding his body just barely above your trembling form. the two of you sit in a brief silence as you catch your breath, a small whimper escaping from your throat when he carefully unfolds you from your position.

your hand caresses his cheek softly, knuckles travelling along his jaw. your gaze finds his again, and you mirror the fond smile that crosses his features.

"i love you."

it’s a whisper, a sigh that accidentally slips from you while admiring him. you immediately regret it as an unidentifiable emotion swirls behind his eyes, and you fear for the worst. nikolai doesn’t immediately answer, either, leaving you to worry as your heartrate spikes and pounds against your ribcage.

his fingers brush against the side of your face. thumb running across your bottom lip, fingertips trailing from your chin up along your jaw, warm palm cupping your cheek. he slowly leans in, and you’re suddenly reminded of the night in the cabin four weeks ago. except, this time, his lips brush against yours gently, as if they were made of glass, before pressing against them in a tender kiss.

he pulls away after a few seconds and peppers your cheeks, mouth, and nose with little kisses, making you giggle and lightly shove at his shoulder to get him to stop.

"i love you, родная." he utters quietly against your kiss-swollen lips. "never question that, no matter what may happen." his palm tilts your head forward and he presses a kiss to your forehead, still smiling against your skin.

nikolai treats your body like it’s silk as he shifts you two into a more comfortable position. you end up snuggled into his side, with your head on his chest above his steady heartbeat and a comforting arm holding you against him. your hand rests on top of his chest, as well, firmly grasped in one of his.

this is probably the most comfortable you’ve been in… well, your entire life.

"you know what i realized earlier, nik?"

he hums, fingers absentmindedly playing with your own. his eyes were closed, breath deep and slow as he fought the urge to fall asleep like this.

"i could have given you a blowjob a week ago, all you had to do was ask."

his eyes immediately snap open, and you devolve into a fit of giggles against his chest as a heavy sigh leaves his lips.

translations:

принцесса (printséssa) - princess

милая (milaya) - dear/darling

любимая (liubimaya) - my love/beloved

родная (rodnaya) - no direct translation; way of addressing one’s closest family/relationship

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Alternate Instincts Ch.26

Over the next couple days, the bruise on her face from where Jordan had punched her blossomed into a massive blotch of blues and purples on her cheekbone, fading into sickly yellows and greens around the edges. The scrape on her forehead darkened as it healed becoming deep red, a bruise forming around the contusion. Sy and August’s injuries, while they didn’t heal as fast as their injuries usually did, they did heal almost human slow due to the silver blade that had made them.

A representative from the Pack Council came by to confiscate the blade Jordan had used on them, pulling on a pair of leather gloves to handle it. A silver blade with a silver inlaid handle was highly illegal for obvious reasons as it would burn the wolf being stabbed and make them unable to pull it out themselves. Any delay in removing silver from a wolf’s body risked further injury and possibly silver poisoning if microscopic particles got into their bloodstream. Silver poisoning for a wolf was always fatal as it had the same effect as a hemotoxin, destroying red blood vessels and causing organs to degrade and shut down within a few hours. Unlike certain snake venoms which had the same effect, there was no “antivenom” for silver poisoning.

Sy had pulled her to his chest with his good arm when the rep told her this at her asking, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Not your fault, baby. Okay?” She just nodded against him, “I’m fine. Walker is fine. You got it outta me quick, no lastin’ damage besides a scar.”

“Love you.” She mumbled against him and his arm tightened around her.

“Love you, too.”

Stephanie was sitting at her computer, scrolling through nothing, not really seeing what was on the screen, when she heard nails on the hard wood floor.

"You scratch the floor, you're paying to get it fixed." She said, not looking at who had come into the office. A heavy head laid on her arm and she looked over, seeing the massive white wolf with liquid gold eyes staring at her, his tail wagging back and forth lazily. "Geralt?" It was the first time she had ever seen his wolf in person. The millisecond images she saw in her head when he kissed her didn't count.

He picked his head up at her acknowledgement, giving her a lick on the face and making her smile.

"What's with the furry?" He couldn't answer her in this state, his vocal cords didn't work like that, but she was still curious. Spinning her chair around with his nose, he grabbed a hold of her shirt with gentle teeth, hauling her out of the chair. "Whoa! Hey! Okay, I get the message!" He let go and she followed him out the room, stopping when she got into the living room. The coffee table had been moved, the chairs and couch pushed to the edges and a massive futon mattress was on the floor, covered in blankets and pillows. The others were shifted as well, save for Sy as it would rip his stitches. "What's going on?"

"You been in a funk, babe." Sy said, "We could feel it. You're a big ol' black hole of bad emotion."

"Sorry." She said, looking away from him. "I just--"

"We get it." He said, "And we ain't angry or annoyed with ya. Mikey had the idea of a group nap, surroundin' ya with pack." She looked at the slender wolf at that and his mouth opened in a smile, his tongue lolling out the side.

"The symbolism will be lost on me. You get that, right?"

"Yeah, we know you don't feel pack," Sy said, "But even though you ain't a wolf and don't wanna be; you're our Mate, so that makes you pack. Don't matter you can't shift." August walked around her and pushed her forward with his head between her shoulders, steering her further into the living room.

"Out of all of them, I thought you'd hate the idea." She said, looking at him over her shoulder and he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're a softy, but only under duress." The look he gave her let her know she would pay for that later. It wouldn’t be the first time he used her hands tied behind her back as a handle, wouldn’t be the last.

At Sy's instruction, she laid down in the middle of the futon, sitting up only so Geralt could lay behind her, letting her use him as a pillow. He was large enough that it wouldn't hurt him. Sy laid against her side, resting his head on her chest. A heavy head rested on her stomach and she looked down, seeing August getting comfortable. Mike laid at her feet, almost on them. She was well and truly surrounded, but Walter still managed to squeeze into the cuddle puddle, laying with his head on her calves.

The rhythmic motions of Geralt's breathing calmed her and she laid her hand on August's head, moving her fingers through his fur.

"I love you." She said to not one of them in particular and August shuffled a little, pushing her shirt and giving her stomach a little lick before he settled again.

"We love you, doll." Sy said, his hand on her ribs.

"I'm sorry I haven't been the best Mate."

"You've been the best you could possibly be. The best we could ever ask for."

"Markus you got stabbed by my ex."

"Baby, I was Army Special Forces." He said, "I've been shot, stabbed, fuckin' blown up. Not with silver, that's a new one, but yanno."

"August--"

"Walker hunted down people who had no issues talkin' a life when he worked for the CIA." Sy said and she looked down as August shifted position, seeing him staring up at her. "Besides, that sandpaper he calls a beard will cover up the scar." August just huffed, not like he could do much else. "Life with you ain't borin', that's for sure, but we wouldn't trade it for anythin' else. Just wish we had found you before fuckhead had."

Walter's phone went off and Sy huffed in annoyance, disentangling himself and getting up, stepping carefully around the others as he went to answer it. Walter being the proxy meant that he received calls related to pack business like Sy did.

"Syverson." He said as he answered, "He can't exactly speak human right now, what's up?" A pause. "Are you fuckin' serious?" His tone made their heads pick up. "How many times did you run it? And you're sure it was a match? Yeah, I'll let'im know. Thanks."

"Sy?" Stephanie asked as he hung up the phone.

"Walt, your gut feelin' was right. Lewis wasn't wearin' gloves when he handled the second knife, so he left some skin behind." The sound of shifting muscle and bone and Walter sat up, pulling his legs under him.

"Okay?" Walter said, "There was a match in ViCAP?"

"You could say that." Sy said and more shifting, August sitting up.

"Markus, stop beating around the bush."

"It popped on about a half dozen unsolved homicides around the country. Women, tied up and stabbed."

"Markus..." Stephanie said.

"Steph, he ain't just a Feral." Sy said, "He's a fuckin' serial killer."

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💙 dunnernlars <3

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Let’s have some no plot fluff in these trying times. This ended up being a whole 782 words, so I'm gonna put it under the read more. Hope you like it anon!!

“Well someone has been having fun, I see.”

When Vince had dropped Adam off at the restaurant earlier this morning, leaving his fiance with a peck to his lips and their friends with a quick wave, the table had been full of rowdy hockey players excited to see each other for the first time outside of a game in months. Various members, current and old, of the Oilers and Devils had taken up residence in a large corner booth, a couple tables shoved over to create even more seats. Wolf whistles and kissing noises had followed Vince back out the door, making him giggly enough to turn around with one last cheeky smile and blow a kiss to Adam who looked about as red as his hair.

Now, three hours, several shopping bags, and matching melted iced lattes with his mother later, Vince returns to the little open air diner to find most of the guys leaning on either each other or the tables still littered with dishes. When Adam said he was meeting some friends for ‘brunch’, Vince didn’t realize he meant the bottomless mimosas Adam refuses to admit he likes kind of brunch.

There are still a few sober holdouts amongst the group that just shrug at him, a what can you do? motion that Vince returns with an exasperated but fond sigh. Adam had been leaning on… Nugent-Hopkins? It’s hard to tell past the massive sunglasses on the guy’s face, but whoever he is, he jumps at the sound of Vince’s voice, jolting Adam back upright into consciousness. For a minute, he just looks blearily around the room, blinking slowly as if to get his vision to come into focus. Vince really needs to make him that appointment with the optometrist when they’re back in Seattle.

Eventually, his eyes manage to catch on Vince standing on the other side of the table, and his lips spread into the widest, dopiest grin Vince has ever seen on him.

“Hi sw’theart.”

Vince lets the hand his fiance struggles to raise beckon him to round the table, enduring the back pats and ass taps he gets along the way from guys he hasn’t seen in a while. Once he’s in range, Adam spins in his chair - very nearly toppling himself right out of it - so he's sitting sideways facing Vince. Vince steps into the open ‘V’ of his legs, resting his hands in auburn hair, feeling strong fingers hook into the loops of his jeans.

“Hi. Were you having a good time?”

Adam nods, eyes falling half-lidded but smile just as strong. “Better now that you’re here.”

“Looks like I missed a lot of fun, huh?”

There are various gurgles and groans rising from the heads still pressed into the table around them. Nugent-Hopkins - maybe? - doesn’t make a sound; Vince isn’t sure he’s even awake anymore.

“Missed you.”

“Sweet talker. You just want me to bring you Advil in bed and cook dinner later.”

Adam doesn’t reply to that, just continues to gaze up at Vince with what can only be described as literal heart eyes. Vince just shakes his head at the sight, but a small smile is tugging at his own lips. He can never resist that look.

“C’mere.” Suddenly Adam is tugging at his arms, trying to get Vince to bend down to his level. Thick fingers come up to frame his face, brushing along the thin skin beneath his eyes, trailing along his cheekbones.

Vince is helpless, couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to, just lets himself be admired by the love of his life, admires him in return while he’s got the chance. After a few minutes of lovestruck gazing, during which more pitiful moans are heard from the background, Adam pulls him forward to place the gentlest of kisses on the tip of his nose.

“Du betyder allt för mig.”

Vince knows he turns red immediately, can feel the burn of flushed skin beneath the warmth of Adam’s hands on his cheeks. Adam always knows exactly what to do to make him melt. Judging from the smug look on his face and the way he’s leaning in for a proper - albeit slightly off center - kiss, he still knows what he’s doing, drunk as he is.

There’s only about one wolf whistle this time, though it’s weak and half-hearted, petering out about halfway through. Still, it reminds Vince that they have an audience, and he doesn’t want to give them any more chirping material than they already have - if they even remember any of it.

“Come on, Kärlek,” Vince says with a laugh when Adam stumbles into him upon attempting to stand. “Let’s get you home.”

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King of My Heart Chapter 20 - The Sauna Test

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24​  Pairing: Steve x Summer Byers (eventually)  Word Count: 5.3k Warnings: canon violence and themes, language, mentions of fights, use of a pocket knife, mentions of claustrophobia– not in detail just literally the word SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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We’re currently sitting in the back room– Steve and Robin sitting at the table we use for breaks while I sit on the back counter, with the window open so I can check when people walk into the ice cream parlor.

Steve twirls his white ahoy hat on his hand while we all listen to Dustin explain to us what he saw this morning at the loading dock. He watched deliveries for about an hour and tried to see what he could in regards to that locked room we saw last night and how it factors into the deliveries.

Dustin paces between where I’m sitting at the window and the table where they’re sitting while he explains further “That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it.”

“But there's gotta be a way in” I say, resting my arms on my knees and clasping my hands together in front of me.

“Well,” Steve blows some air into his hat to give it back its dome shape and he drops it onto the table “You know…” he pauses and leans forward, crossing his arms on the table as he looks between us “I could just take him out” Steve offers seriously and I raise my brows towards him as I repeat “Take who out?”

“The Russian guard” he states simply when he looks over at me and I make a contemplative face, slowly nodding my head at him and he jerks his head back with my reaction. He leans back in his chair with his foot up and he rests his elbow on his knee, bringing his hand up to the side of his head “What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard– it's easy.”

Robin looks at him like he’s crazy and Dustin crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly from side to side as he emphasizes “Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?”

Steve drops his forearm over his knee as he looks over at him and repeats “Yes, Dustin, I did– and that's why I would be sneaking.”

“Ah” Dustin says softly like he gets it now, sharing a look with me over his shoulder before he turns back around to face Steve “Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually…” he shrugs, walking a step closer towards him “Won a fight?”

Steve’s face falls and he lifts up his hand to argue “Okay, that was one time…”

“Twice–” Dustin interjects, elaborating “Jonathan– year prior?”

Steve looks over at me, shaking his head as he brushes that off “Listen, that doesn't count”

Furrowing my brows I sit up a little more, slowly asking “How do you figure that, Harrington?” he looks over towards me and I shrug “As someone who was present for both–”

“Okay, Byers–” Steve lifts his hand up to stop me and Dustin points back at me like I have a point “Exactly, why wouldn’t it count? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you.”

“Yeah, it was a magnitude of things that all added up–” Steve tries, however Dustin is quick to list off his injuries he received at the hands of my brother “You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood…”

Robin grimaces and laughs silently, looking over at me as she shares a humor filled look with me. I shake my head at the pair in front of us and look up, my eyes landing on the vent at the top of the room. My face clears from the previous humor and I sit up a little more, Robin furrowing her brows before she looks over at what has caught my attention as well. 

"Do you think...?" I trail off and she quickly turns in her seat to look at me again, smiling in our shared thought process as she nods and says, “That just might work.”

I nod in my agreement and she immediately stands up, rushing out of the back room while I spin on the counter and hop out through the window to land back behind the front counter.

“Summer” Steve runs over to say through the window at the same time Robin is reaching into the tip jar, looking over her shoulder at me and asking “Library or–”

“County Recorder’s office?” I suggest and she nods, smiling "Good idea, super genius" before she starts to quickly run out from around the counter. Steve notices her leaving with our tip money and he makes a noise, hitting his hand on the counter “Hey, Robin!”

He leaves the window and the next thing we see is him pushing through the door from the back, with Dustin following behind him, just as Robin begins to walk past the tables and he calls out once more “Hey, what... what are you doing?”

“I need cash” Robin informs him, walking backwards and he throws his arm out towards her retreating steps “Well, some of that's mine– seriously, where're you going?”

“To find a way into that room, a safe way–” she calls back and Steve looks over at me while she continues “And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up," she lifts her arm up to salute in her goodbye "I'll be back in a jiff.”

Steve scoffs and looks over at me, asking “Where exactly is she going–” however he trails off when he notices that Dustin has taken one of the scoopers and got a bit of ice cream on it to eat and Steve frowns “Oh, dude–” he grabs the scooper from him, spinning it around his finger before he shoves the handle into his apron pocket “Come on, man, not my scooper.”

After we deal with the lunch rush Steve crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the back counter with me. He smiles when I look over at him, which I return and watch as he looks like he's going to say something– however, he's stopped when Robin runs back into the store, smiling triumphantly and directing us into the back room.

The three of us quickly follow her through the side door and she grabs some folded up papers out of her backpack “It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office” she unfolds and lays the papers out on the back table, sliding her hands across them to smooth the creases out while she announces “Starcourt Mall– the complete blueprints.”

“Not bad” Dustin looks up at her and smiles. She looks between us and she points to an area on the blueprints “So, this is us, Scoops,” she moves her hand and points at another area while she continues “And this is where we want to get.”

“I mean, I don't really see a way in,” Steve shakes his head as he quickly moves his eyes over the blueprints and I shrug, offering my earlier thought process “There's not, if you're talking exclusively about doors”

Robin smirks and quickly pulls off the top blueprint paper and reveals another one. Dustin laughs once and looks up, smiling at me when he also catches on “Air ducts”

I return his smile and nod “Exactly” before I push off from my lean on the table and move over to grab one of the white board markers while Robin explains to them “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room.”

I hand the marker over to her and she uncaps it, drawing along the pathway of the air ducts “And these air ducts lead all the way… here” she finishes with a big circle around the delivery room, recapping the marker as she looks up at the air vent I noticed earlier. The three of us follow her line of sight and Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks it over.

“That looks pretty small” Steve warns thoughtfully and Robin shrugs, pointing over towards me “Summer is small– look at her shoulders.”

I snort and cross my arms over my chest when the three of them look at me, shaking my head as I quickly argue “No– there’s no way I’d fit in there, it's entirely too small for me.”

Dustin looks like he believes me and looks back at the vent, however, Steve continues to slowly look me over and I glare at him, advising “Stop looking at and analyzing the size of my body–”  Steve jerks back like I slapped him and he clears his throat, lifting his arm up to point at the vent "The air duct could be bigger than you're thinking."

I just throw him a look like he's got to be kidding while I counter “Even if I magically could fit, my shoulders in that small of a space would activate my claustrophobia”

Dustin laughs when he looks over at Steve, getting a glare from Steve, at the same time Dustin shrugs and says “I’d probably fit.”

"Worth a shot" I say, taking in his lack of collarbones and we search the stock room for the items we're going to need. Steve grabs the ladder and puts it up against the wall underneath the vent. I hand him a screwdriver and he starts climbing up the rungs, stopping when he's far enough up so he can take the screen off the opening of the air duct. 

Once Steve unscrews the vent screen he hands it to me and mumbles around the screwdriver that he put in his mouth “Flashlight.” I set the vent screen down on the ground against the wall and hand the flashlight up to him.

“Thank you” he says, grabbing the flashlight from me and handing the screwdriver to me with his other hand. I grimace as I take it from him and he rolls his eyes dramatically “Jesus Byers, I didn’t drool all over it”

“Sure you didn’t, Harrington” I say and grab the part of the screwdriver that wasn’t in his mouth.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head, turning on the flashlight and looking into the air duct. He moves the light around for a few seconds before he informs us “Yeah, I don't know, man. It's even smaller than we thought– I don't know if you can fit in here. It's, like, uh… super tight.”

“I'll fit,” Dustin states without hesitation, looking over at Robin and I while Steve climbs down from the ladder “Trust me” he grabs the flashlight from Steve and reminds “No collar bones, remember?”

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin jerks her head back in her confusion and Steve hops down the last few steps of the ladder, elaborating for her “Oh, he's, uh… yeah, he's got some disease,” he looks at Dustin’s back while he climbs up the ladder, trying to remember the word “Chry, uh... It's chrydo, um… something–”

“Well it’s definitely called cleidocranial dysplasia” I state and Steve snaps his fingers, pointing at me while he continues “Yeah, that’s it and it means he's missing bones and stuff,” he moves his hands around with his words “He can bend like Gumbo.”

“You mean Gumby” Robin snorts and Steve just throws her a look as he insists “I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” Dustin yells, his voice echoing inside the air duct and Steve widens his eyes, pointing up towards him like he’s unfortunately gotta stop this enlightening conversation with us so he can go and help Dustin now “Okay– I'll push ya.”

Robin shares a look with me, silently asking me if I can believe him and I scrunch my mouth to the side, trying not to laugh. Steve steps onto the bottom rung of the ladder and reaches up to grab Dustin’s feet, pushing against them– which Dustin doesn’t waste a second to yell back “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass.”

“What?” Steve questions incredulously and Dustin immediately shouts “Touch my butt! I don't care!”

Steve huffs and climbs up another rung of the ladder, barely pushing against Dustin’s butt and I have to cover my mouth to not laugh out loud when Dustin once again yells at him “Come on! Harder!”

“I'm pushing!” Steve insists and Dustin’s voice cracks as he orders through another echo “Push harder!”

“You're playing with my legs” Dustin remarks as Steve sets Dustin's legs over his shoulder and climbs up another rung on the ladder, arguing “I'm not playing, I have terrible footing–”

“Come on!” Dustin shrieks and Robin scrunches her face up in a grimace while I continue to try not to laugh, making a noise behind my hand which she snorts at and covers her face as well “Oh my god, what is happening?”

I shake my head, laughing once “We're experiencing a real life I Love Lucy episode.”

Steve has Dustin’s legs over the top of his shoulders and he’s holding onto Dustin's feet with his hand, setting his shoulder just under his butt as he announces “I'm gonna just shove you, ready?”

“Just shove me?” Dustin repeats and Steve counts down “One, two…” before he tries shoving into him and Dustin just says “Shit.” Nothing really happens so Steve asks “That work?” 

Dustin responds with “One more time” at the same time the front counter bell dings over and over and Erica’s bright smiling face greets us when Robin and I turn around to look through the window “Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy!” 

Robin slowly looks over her shoulder at me and I throw her a curious look while she looks back at Erica who continues “Come on. Get over here and serve me some samples.”

“She’s smaller than Dustin” Robin says and I nod in my agreement, "She definitely is." Robin raises his brows once towards me, smirking before she walks out through the door to go and talk to Erica while I walk over to the side of the ladder and stop the dynamic duo "Okay, stop– we might have another option."

Steve huffs and looks down at me, asking "Who?" and while I explain Erica, Steve helps Dustin to climb out of the little ways he had made it into the air duct.

Erica walks into the back room with us and she crosses her arms over her chest, raising her brows expectantly at Dustin who explains what we need her to look at. We explain to her where the air duct leads and why we need to get into that room, finally finishing with how we need her help as she seems like she's small enough. Erica just listens, making mmhmm noises before she holds her hand out for a flashlight "Let me check if I think I can fit, nerds."

Dustin hands her the flashlight and indicates towards the ladder for her to climb up. I lean back against the back window counter with Steve and Robin leaning back against it as well on either side of me. Steve crosses his arms over his chest and raises his brows once towards me, silently saying here we go and I chuckle softly before looking back at Erica. 

Dustin walks over to stand on the other side of Steve while Erica climbs up the ladder and clicks on the flashlight so she can look inside the air duct. We hear her make a contemplative “Hmm…” noise before she steps down the rungs of the ladder and hops off onto the floor. She clicks off the flashlight and the same time she's turning back towards us and stating “Yeah, I don't know.”

“You don't know if you can fit?” Dustin asks her and she makes a face, disagreeing instantly “Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he looks at me and I make a noise to gain her attention, asking her genuinely “Are you claustrophobic?”

Erica shakes her head towards me, informing us like it’s absurd I would have asked in the first place “I don't have phobias.”

Steve sighs, lifting his fingers off of his arm a little while he asks “Okay, well, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, I still haven't heard what's in this” she moves her hand to tap the table with her final words “For Erica.”

Steve drags his bottom lip over his teeth, making a little noise of frustration as he does and looks at me. 

I make a hmm noise, adjusting my feet and looking up at Steve before I ask her “Well what exactly are you wanting to be in this for Erica?”

She just smiles brightly and says “I think it's pretty obvious sailor lady."

Over the next ten minutes Steve, Robin and I continue to bring a mixture of single and double scoop cones, bowls with every topping she requests and an ice cream float. We sit down with her in a booth while Steve works on the last order of her choosing– which happens to be a banana boat split. He walks over and slides it across the table towards her at the same time he sits down beside me. 

Erica stops him, however, and moves the boat back towards him, saying “More fudge, please” and when he just looks at her she raises her arm up to wave her hand at him “Go on.”

Steve sighs, trying to keep his face even and not react as he grabs the boat and stands up to go and get her more fudge.

“All right,” Robin says and grabs the blueprint layout, that she folded up to be more manageable to show the route of the air ducts, pointing up at it “You see this? This is the route you're gonna take,” she flips it over and shows the other side which leads to the delivery room, though Erica stops looking and goes to take a bite of one of her many ice creams while Robin continues “Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight. Then you knock out the grate, jump down inside and open the door for us.”

“Then you find out what's in those boxes?” Erica asks like she couldn’t care less and I smile at her “Exactly.”

Erica makes a mmhmm noise and looks between us “And you say this guard is armed–”

“Yes but he won’t be there” Dustin shakes his head, trying to reassure her and Erica continues “And booby traps?”

“Booby traps?” I repeat and she nods, linking her hands together on top of the table in front of her while she lists off the potential hazards “Lasers, spikes in the wall?”

Robin laughs and looks between us “What?”

“You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me?” she raises her brows, saying slowly “Child endangerment.”

“Erica, look” I start and when she looks at me I smile “Hey, we will be in radio contact with you the whole time–” she lifts her hand up to stop me, continuing to argue her repeating statement “Ah, ah, ah! Child endangerment.”

“Erica?” Dustin says and she looks over at him “Hi. Uh… we think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?”

“You can't spell ‘America’ without ‘Erica’,” she remarks sarcastically, grabbing her ice cream float drink cup and taking a sip of it. She starts to slurp loudly while Dustin jerks his head back, sharing a look with me that I return because she does have a point and he shakes his head once while he concedes “Uh, yeah, yeah. Oddly, that's, uh, totally true,” he raises his brows and tries again “So, so, don't do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America... Erica.”

She stops slurping her drink and moves her shoulders a little, saying “Ooh!” and setting her drink down as she smiles at Dustin “I just got the chills,” she stops, when she sees Dustin smile and she elaborates “Oh, yeah, from this float, not your speech.”

Dustin raises his brows with her sass and she leans her arms on the table “Know what I love most about this country? Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?”

“Yeah” Dustin says followed by me nodding with a “Yup” and Robin sighing out a “Yeah.”

Erica nods and continues like we all answered no to her question “It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many– and I'm talking free ice cream for life.”

Erica enjoys her ice cream while Robin brings us her bike helmet and her elbow and knee guards. We take her bike helmet and duct tape two flashlights onto either side of the helmet for Erica to wear. Next we get Dustin’s headset connected to one of the radios he has so she can use the radio hands free while she’s crawling through the air duct.

Once the mall is closed and we’ve locked the front gate of the store, we leave Erica in the back room of Scoops while Robin, Steve, Dustin and I head through the service hallway on the same path as last night that takes us up onto the roof that overlooks the delivery dock.

Once the coast is clear from the guards and the last delivery truck has left we radio over to her “Erica, do you copy?”

“Mm-hmm. I copy– you nerds in position or what?” she says back over the radio. Steve rolls his eyes while he looks down at me and I snort through a quiet chuckle, leaning my elbows onto the ledge of the roof as I answer her “Yeah, we are in position. It's all quiet here, so you've got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that– commence Operation Child Endangerment” Erica says and I share a look with Steve as I click the button on the radio to say “Can we maybe not call it that?”

“See you on the other side– nerds” she says and Steve looks over at me nervously while we wait, his shoulder bumping into mine while he adjusts how he's leaning against the ledge with me.

Steve looks down at his watch, anxiously shaking his head "She should have been there already." I move my eyes from the door we're watching and look up at him, taking my free hand not holding the radio and reaching over to set my hand on his arm "Just breathe, she'd also tell us if she was in trouble."

Steve licks his lips quickly, sighing out a calming breath as he sets his hand on mine "Yeah– yeah, okay."

“All right, nerds– I’m there” her voice finally crackles over the radio and I softly smile at Steve like I told you so and lift up the radio to click on the button, asking “Do you– do you see anything?”

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about” she confirms and I smile more, keeping the questions going “Any guards?”

“Negative” she answers and I ask one more jokingly “Booby traps?”

“If I could see them, they'd be pretty shit traps, wouldn't they?” she remarks with so much sass that I jerk my head back and deadpan “Thank you for that, sparky– just like to remind you that you were the one that brought up booby traps in the first place.”

“Yeah, whatever–”comes her snarky reply before she says “I’m in.” 

“Oh god” Steve breathes out nervously, resting his elbows on the ledge in front of us so he can slide his hands into his hair.

We hear a loud beeping buzzer noise before the silver doors of the delivery room open up and Erica waltzes herself outside, hand on her hip while she lifts the other one up to accentuate her words “Free ice cream for life.”

The four of us share a can’t believe this actually worked laugh and we get up to quickly head back downstairs so we can meet her in the room.

We walk into the room with all of the Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes boxes and we quickly close the doors behind us. I notice there’s a small rectangular table in the middle of the room with three boxes sitting on top of it in a row as well as shelves lining the other three walls of the room with boxes everywhere.

The five of us stand around the table in the middle, Steve getting one of the boxes that has a sturdy top for Erica to stand on so we all can see what’s inside one of these boxes.

Steve digs in his pocket for his pocket knife and opens it up, cutting open the top of one of the Imperial Panda boxes on the table.

I help Steve keep open two of the flaps while he holds down the other two, both of us slowing our movements when we see a silver metal boxed container sitting inside. 

Steve slowly looks up at me, nodding his head to the side before he reaches inside. He grabs the handle on top of the container and takes a second to look up at us, silently asking us if we're ready, before he twists the handle to the side.

Immediately we hear an air hissing like noise before he’s able to completely lift the lid off of the container. More hissing air is heard at the same time we see a sort of fog lifting out of the container like it's some kind of a freezer.

Through the fog inside of the container we see four more circles with metal handles on top and Steve states the obvious “Well that's definitely not Chinese food.”

I smile into the box while Steve sets the metal lid down on top of the box beside this one. He goes to reach for one of the handles again, however, he stops a second later and suggests “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.”

Robin and Erica do as instructed, however, I stay put and Dustin says “No” causing Steve to look over at him “Just–” he sets his hand on Dustin’s chest and continues “Just step back, okay?”

“No” Dustin again answers and Steve throws him a look, urging “Step back– seriously, dude.”

“No, no!” Dustin yells and looks right at Steve as he states “If you die, I die.”

Steve just looks at him, silently for a few seconds, before ultimately he lifts his hand up slightly off the box and accepts Dustin’s insistence “Okay.”

Steve then reaches into the box again and grabs one of the four handles, twisting to the side and after another hiss of air being released he lifts up this clear canister with a bright almost glowing green liquid that’s slowly moving around. Steve lifts it up a little more and questions quietly “What the hell?"

I stand up straight from my previous lean forward against the box, muttering a little louder “Wha– what is that?”

Steve moves his eyes off of the green glowing liquid and looks over at me, about to say something when the entire room shakes and we hear a metal rumble echo around us.

We all look up at where that noise could have come from, Dustin voicing my thoughts “Was that just me, or did the room move?”

“Booby traps” Erica whispers behind me and I look over at her and notice her wide, worried eyes as she looks around the room.

There’s another shake of the room and a mechanical whirring noise starting to sound around us and I make a noise “Yup, okay, you know what–” I reach over and gently grab the cylinder from Steve, continuing “Let’s just grab this and get the hell out of here” I turn around and hand the cylinder off to Robin and she nods in her agreement. She takes the cylinder from me and walks behind Erica to put it in her backpack she brought.

I turn back around and face Steve, sharing a worried look with him while he puts the lid back onto the metal container. There’s another hiss of air while the lid reattaches and Dustin walks over to the control panel on the wall, the sound of him clicking the buttons being heard next.

When nothing happens he asks “Which one do I press, Erica?”

“Just press the damn button, nerd” Erica instructs and Dustin continues to press the buttons on the wall, “Which one?” he looks over at her stressing “I'm pressing the button, okay?”

“Press ‘open door’,” she yells back at him and he fires back “I'm pressing ‘open door’.”

The noises of the room and the lack of the door opening has me starting to panic and I swallow nervously. Steve sighs loudly with their bickering and steps over, lifting his arm out towards the panel as he also stresses “Just open the... press the other button–”

Dustin and Steve continue to mash the buttons on the wall, none of which are opening the door, and I look over at Erica and Robin, who tries “Just get out of the way so she can push the button…”

“Would you stop” Steve starts talking over Dustin at the same time he’s talking over Steve “I’m trying” and then they’re just arguing over each other “Would you let me just do it? Would you just stop?” 

I huff and start to move over towards them, offering “Guys, just both of you stop mashing buttons, that’s not going to do anything–”

“Just open the door!” Robin yells over all of us at the same time an even louder metal clang rings out and I quickly step back as a red door slides closed right in front of the two doors we previously walked in through.

Steve stands up straight and reaches over to grab my forearm, pulling me back a step away from the just closed red door. We’re all silent while we wait for something else to happen– which that something does a half a second later when the floor feels like it’s falling out from under us and we all let out startled yelps and screams.

There’s a terrifying loud clang followed by the entire room shaking violently with more mechanical whirring noises as it feels like we’re suddenly plummeting. Robin and Erica start screaming and I soon join them, letting out a shriek of my own as I reach out and set my hand on the table beside me. With my other hand I reach over and push against Dustin’s upper back, stabilizing him while he holds onto the wall beside him and yells. 

Steve holds onto the wall with one hand and reaches over to wrap his other arm around my lower back, looking up at the area above the wall of shelves holding more boxes to our right. I follow his line of sight and look over as well, noticing the gap above the shelves and how there are lights flying by that gap in this apparent elevator tunnel we’re now descending in.

Steve increases his hold on me when he notices the same thing I do and he mutters a worried “Oh, shit.”

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Posted: 22 Aug 2023

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19th Day of Christmas

Ice Skating Date Night

Summary/Prompt: ice skating with your S/O

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You finally have a quiet day without a hunt and Dean has promised to make it special. You have no clue what he has planned, just that he told you to dress nice, warm and comfortable. So far you’ve showered, pinned your hair up in a bun, applied some light makeup. You slip on a comfortable yet nice pair of jeans, a T-shirt and one of your boyfriend’s flannels tied in the front to keep it from hanging too low. You then put on a pair of thick socks and a nice pair of boots. You sift through your drawers and find a dressy purse that you hardly ever get a chance to use and put some money and your phone in it. Finally, you pull a warm jacket out of the cupboard slinging it over your arm as you make your way out to the library where you know Dean will be waiting for you.

He spins around in his chair the second he hears you enter the room. He smiles as he checks you out. “Looking good, Sweetheart. Ready to go?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Awesome!” He stands up, takes your hand and leads you to the garage. He opens the passenger door to the Impala like a true gentleman and closes it once you’re in before going around to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

After around 20 minutes he finally pulls into a park on the main street. The street is lined with twinkling Christmas lights and decorations. He opens your door for you and takes your hand.

“What are we doing?” You ask.

“You’ll see. Come on.”

You let him lead you up the street until he turns down a path in the park. You look around in awe at the lights and decorations as you continue to follow his lead. Eventually you join a line of people. You try to look ahead but Dean pulls you to look at him.

“Come on, let me see!”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

He wraps an arm around you as the line moves forward. As you finally get closer to the front you take in the massive ice rink, food vans and Christmas music filling the air. This was the last place you would have expected for Dean to take you for your date night and you’re pleasantly surprised. After a few more minutes you both get your skates and go to a bench by the side to put them on. Dean kneels down in front of you to unlace your boots and pull them off. Then he helps you push your feet into the ice skates and laces them up. He then undoes his own boots and replaces them with the ice skates. He hobbles over on the uneven shoes to put your shoes in a locker and then you stand up and make your way over to the rink together.

Using the wall for balance you both step on to the ice unsteadily. You both hug the edge for a while as you get used to the feeling and start to gain the skills of balancing. As you both start to gain more confidence Dean offers you his hand, daring you to let go of the edge and trust him. Of course you trust him with your life everyday so it’s a no brainer. You take his hand and take a step away from the edge with him. You just go slow and steady as you do a few laps of the rink. Then you eventually start to gain even more confidence. You let Dean spin you carefully. You do a few more laps together with more confidence, he spins you a few more times and you enjoy every second.

Before you know it your time is up and you’re being called off the rink. To let the next group on the ice. Dean leads you off the ice with a mountain more confidence than he began the time with. You both wobble back over to a bench and take your ice skates off. Dean collects your shoes and then you both put your own shoes back on before returning the skates and thanking the organisers.

Dean then leads you over to the food trucks. “I don’t know about you but I worked up an appetite.”

“I could eat,” you say with a smile.

“Awesome.” He kisses your head.

“Thank you for tonight. I never expected this.”

“Good surprise then?”

“The best.”

“Only the best for my girl.”

“I love you Dean.”

“I love you too.”

[katnissmellarkkk]

Hiii! Here’s the bookcomb for Katniss receiving affection, Catching Fire Edition 🥰🥰🥰🥰. Again, I tried to limit this to when she was receiving affection, not giving, so like the see you at midnight kiss couldn’t make the cut, etc. Anyways I love doing these! 🩵🩵🩵🩵

-

I gulp my tea even though it’s too hot and push back from the table. “I better get going. Make myself presentable for the cameras.”

Hazelle hugs me. “Enjoy the food.”

-

Then I looked up and there he was, ten feet away, just watching me. Without even thinking, I jumped up and threw my arms around him, making some weird sound that combined laughing, choking, and crying. He was holding me so tightly that I couldn’t see his face, but it was a really long time before he let me go and then he didn’t have much choice, because I’d gotten this unbelievably loud case of the hiccups and had to get a drink.

-

I’d given all the game to Gale to trade since we had so much food now. I told him I’d skip the Hob, even though I was looking forward to going there, because my mother and sister didn’t even know I’d gone hunting and they’d be wondering where I was. Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.

-

“Has anyone touched this since you last saw us?” he asks sternly. “Remember, we specifically asked you to leave your hair alone.”

“Yes!” I say, grateful that I can show I haven’t totally taken them for granted. “I mean, no, no one’s cut it. I did remember that.” No, I didn’t. It’s more like the issue never came up. Since I’ve been home, all I’ve done is stick it in its usual old braid down my back.

This seems to mollify them, and they all kiss me, set me on a chair in my bedroom, and, as usual, start talking nonstop without bothering to notice if I’m listening.

-

When my hair is done, I find Cinna downstairs in the living room, and just the sight of him makes me feel more hopeful. He looks the same as always, simple clothes, short brown hair, just a hint of gold eyeliner. We embrace, and I can barely keep from spilling out the entire episode with President Snow.

-

Just then, Effie Trinket arrives in a pumpkin orange wig to remind everyone, “We’re on a schedule!” She kisses me on both cheeks while waving in the camera crew, then orders me into position.

-

My face breaks into a huge smile and I start walking in Peeta’s direction. Then, as if I can’t stand it another second, I start running. He catches me and spins me around and then he slips — he still isn’t entirely in command of his artificial leg — and we fall into the snow, me on top of him, and that’s where we have our first kiss in months. It’s full of fur and snowflakes and lipstick, but underneath all that, I can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything. And I know I’m not alone. As badly as I have hurt him, he won’t expose me in front of the cameras. Won’t condemn me with a halfhearted kiss. He’s still looking out for me. Just as he did in the arena. Somehow the thought makes me want to cry.

-

We slog back to the train in silence. In the hallway outside my door, Haymitch gives my shoulder a pat and says, “You could do a lot worse, you know.”

-

“You know, everyone’s always raving about your paintings. I feel bad I haven’t seen them,” I say.

“Well, I’ve got a whole train car full.” He rises and offers me his hand. “Come on.”

It’s good to feel his fingers entwined with mine again, not for show but in actual friendship. We walk back to the train hand in hand.

-

Someone clips a microphone on me. Peeta takes my left hand. The mayor’s introducing us as the massive doors open with a groan.

-

The man has only just crumpled to the ground when a wall of white Peacekeeper uniforms blocks our view. Several of the soldiers have automatic weapons held lengthwise as they push us back toward the door.

“We’re going!” says Peeta, shoving the Peacekeeper who’s pressing on me. “We get it, all right? Come on, Katniss.” His arm encircles me and guides me back into the Justice Building.

-

Somewhere below, musicians begin to play. As the first wave of our little procession begins down the steps, Peeta and I join hands.

-

Cinna begins to take in my clothes around the waist. The prep team frets over the circles under my eyes. Effie starts giving me pills to sleep, but they don’t work. Not well enough. I drift off only to be roused by nightmares that have increased in number and intensity. Peeta, who spends much of the night roaming the train, hears me screaming as I struggle to break out of the haze of drugs that merely prolong the horrible dreams. He manages to wake me and calm me down. Then he climbs into bed to hold me until I fall back to sleep. After that, I refuse the pills. But every night I let him into my bed. We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other’s arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment.

-

President Snow himself makes a surprise visit to congratulate us. He clasps Peeta’s hand and gives him an approving slap on the shoulder. He embraces me, enfolding me in the smell of blood and roses, and plants a puffy kiss on my cheek.

-

The music’s slow and dreamlike, so Peeta pulls me into his arms and we move in a circle with practically no steps at all. You could do this dance on a pie plate.

-

When I open my eyes, it’s early afternoon. My head rests on Peeta’s arm. I don’t remember him coming in last night. I turn, being careful not to disturb him, but he’s already awake.

[…]

“I had a dream, though,” I say, thinking back. “I was following a mockingjay through the woods. For a long time. It was Rue, really. I mean, when it sang, it had her voice.”

“Where did she take you?” he says, brushing my hair off my forehead.

-

He steps in and I feel myself lifted off the ground. The room spins, and I have to lock my arms around Gale’s neck to brace myself. He’s laughing, happy.

-

“You’re sure?” I say. “Because it’s going to be hard, with the kids and all. I don’t want to get five miles into the woods and have you —

“I’m sure. I’m completely, entirely, one hundred percent sure.” He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being, radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don’t try to move away. Why should I, anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.”

That’s why.

-

After a while, my mother comes in and treats my face. Then she holds my hand, stroking my arm, while Haymitch fills her in on what happened with Gale.

-

“No. I’ve dragged you into enough trouble,” I tell him.

“And avoiding a stroll by the Hob . . . that’s going to fix things for me?” He smiles and takes my hand. Together we wind through the streets of the Seam until we reach the burning building.

-

“None of you deserves candy!” I say.

“What, because we’re right?” Peeta wraps his arms around me. I give a small yelp of pain as my tailbone objects. I try to turn it into a sound of indignation, but I can see in his eyes that he knows I’m hurt. “Okay, Prim said west. I distinctly heard west. And we’re all idiots. How’s that?”

“Better,” I say, and accept his kiss.

-

When my mother has locked the door behind them, I slump against the table.

“What is it?” says Peeta, holding me steadily.

-

She wraps my bad foot, and Peeta volunteers to get me to bed. I start out by leaning on his shoulder, but I’m so wobbly he just scoops me up and carries me upstairs. He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there.

“Don’t go yet. Not until I fall asleep,” I say.

Peeta sits on the side of the bed, warming my hand in both of his.

[…]

“No, I’d have told you,” I say. I pull his hand up and lean my cheek against the back of it, taking in the faint scent of cinnamon and dill from the breads he must have baked today.

-

My whole body aches with exhaustion. So I let my mother doctor me and feed me breakfast in bed and tuck another quilt around me.

-

Each afternoon he carries me downstairs for a change of scenery and I unnerve everyone by turning on the television.

-

I want to ask them more, but Cinna appears to give me a hug and check my makeup.

-

As I stagger up the steps to my house, the front door opens and Gale pulls me into his arms. “I was wrong. We should have gone when you said,” he whispers.

-

They appear in the doorway, holding tea and toast, their faces filled with concern. I open my mouth, planning to start off with some kind of joke, and burst into tears.

So much for being strong.

My mother sits on the side of the bed and Prim crawls right up next to me and they hold me, making quiet soothing sounds, until I am mostly cried out. Then Prim gets a towel and dries my hair, combing out the knots, while my mother coaxes tea and toast into me. They dress me in warm pajamas and layer more blankets on me and I drift off again.

-

Downstairs, my mother and Prim embrace me again, but they’re not overly emotional. I know they’re holding things in to make it easier on me.

-

When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It’s the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection. He’s been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

-

Cinna just smiles. “Had a damp morning?”

“You could wring me out,” I reply.

Cinna puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me into lunch.

-

I’m determined to keep him alive, knowing the cost will be my own life, but the part of me that is not so brave as I could wish is glad that it’s Peeta, not Haymitch, beside me. Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one.

-

It’s such a short ride that there’s no real time for conversation, but when Peeta takes my hand, I don’t pull it away.

-

Peeta and I are finally left alone. He reaches across the table to take my hands. “Decided what to do for the Gamemakers yet?”

[…]

We sit in silence awhile and then I blurt out the thing that’s on both our minds. “How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?”

“I don’t know.” He leans his forehead down on our entwined hands.

-

We finish the meal in silence, but when we rise to go into the sitting room, Cinna puts his arm around me and gives me a squeeze. “Come on and let’s go get those training scores.”

-

Peeta walks me down to my room in silence, but before he can say good night, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest. His hands slide up my back and his cheek leans against my hair.

-

It feels like such a luxury, sleeping with Peeta again. I didn’t realize until now how starved I’ve been for human closeness. For the feel of him beside me in the darkness. I wish I hadn’t wasted the last couple of nights shutting him out. I sink down into sleep, enveloped in his warmth, and when I open my eyes again, daylight’s streaming through the windows.

-

No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots.

-

The other tributes begin to line up as well. I’m confused because, while they all are angry, some are giving us sympathetic pats on the shoulder, and Johanna Mason actually stops to straighten my pearl necklace.

“Make him pay for it, okay?” she says.

-

I automatically rise and, as I do, I sense Peeta reaching out for me. Tears run down his face as I take his hand.

-

“Any last words of advice?” Peeta asks.

“Stay alive,” Haymitch says gruffly. That’s almost an old joke with us now. He gives us each a quick embrace, and I can tell it’s all he can stand. “Go to bed. You need your rest.”

-

Do we sleep? I don’t know. We spend the night holding each other, in some halfway land between dreams and waking. Not talking. Both afraid to disturb the other in the hope that we’ll be able to store up a few precious minutes of rest.

-

Cinna and Portia arrive with the dawn, and I know Peeta will have to go. Tributes enter the arena alone. He gives me a light kiss. “See you soon,” he says.

“See you soon,” I answer.

-

We sit, as we did last year, holding hands until the voice tells me to prepare for the launch. He walks me over to the circular metal plate and zips up the neck of my jumpsuit securely. “Remember, girl on fire,” he says, “I’m still betting on you.” He kisses my forehead and steps back as the glass cylinder slides down around me.

-

When they reach the sand, I help haul Peeta up onto dry land.

“Hello, again,” he says, and gives me a kiss. “We’ve got allies.”

“Yes. Just as Haymitch intended,” I answer.

-

We position ourselves in a line at the mouth of the hut and Peeta slips his hand into mine.

-

I stretch out, pressing my hot cheek on the grass mat, staring at the thing in aggravation. Peeta rubs a tense spot between my shoulders and I let myself relax a little.

-

I know it’s stopped when I feel Peeta’s hands on me, feel myself lifted from the ground and out of the jungle. But I stay eyes squeezed shut, hands over my ears, muscles squeezed shut, hands over my ears, muscles too rigid to release. Peeta holds me on his lap, speaking soothing words, rocking me gently. It takes a long time before I begin to relax the iron grip on my body. And when I do, the trembling begins.

-

While Johanna collects water and my arrows, Beetee fiddles with his wire, and Finnick takes to the water. I need to clean up, too, but I stay in Peeta’s arms, still too shaken to move.

-

Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his. I watch the water as he watches the jungle, which is better for me. I’m still haunted by the voices of the jabberjays, which unfortunately the insects can’t drown out. After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair.

-

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

-

I let him lead me over to where the others are. He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

-

There’s nothing to do now but wait. Peeta and I sit at the edge of the water, hand in hand, wordless. He gave his speech last night but it didn’t change my mind, and nothing I can say will change his.

-

“Gale,” I whisper.

“Hey, Catnip.” He reaches down and pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes.

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