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Langham Hotel Boston

Experience the epitome of luxury at The Langham, Boston. Located in the bustling heart of Boston, our hotel offers an array of services and amenities to enhance your stay, including our renowned restaurant, Grana at The Langham, Boston.

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Hotel 1868 - Cambridge, MA

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Hi again. We have a hellweek left before we need to have all our belongings packed and out of this house. We've realized that trying to find something in our area isn't worth it and we've decided to start looking up near Boston, where my girlfriend has a friend willing to apply and move in with us, so we'll have an easier time getting approved and actually paying rent. Our friend has already gotten in to tour an apartment that looks really great for all of us, and we'll be submitting an application hopefully by tomorrow. I've talked to my managers about getting a transfer to a store up there and they're going to help me find a position so I hopefully won't have any lapse in working, though am I still being scheduled for 30 hours a week here rn which I'm extremely grateful for financially but does make the timing messy.

So right now, it looks like the plan is to rent a moving van of some sort at the end of the month/beginning of February and drive up there. We may need to stay a night or two in a hotel depending? On my work, on the approval process, on getting the funds to lock it all down together, on whether we need our friends help with the drive... Everything is so up in the air right now, I wish I could tell you all anything we do have nailed down right now. I'm worried about my car not making it through the drive, or breaking down as soon as we get there. We'll probably eventually need to get a second car anyway, and rely on public transport until we have one.

That's all to say, we know there's an end to this tunnel at some point, and we really really appreciate any help at all while we're still walking it, knowing we're still gearing up for more shit on the other side. I know everyone is stretched so thin these days, and everyone is scared and trying to get out of shitty positions. If you don't have the means to help anyone else, please please focus on taking care of yourself first. To those who can help, even just to share this post, thank you so much for your generosity, your compassion and time especially. once again, there are alternate ways of supporting us, like commissioning me for art through kofi, or spending money on my girlfriends OF (link in bio, 18+).

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Could you write a smut with Ethan Edwards like after a bad game or something? Thankssss!!

[ make me forget ] e. edwards

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : Ethan confides in his girlfriend after a rough loss in the Frozen Four

warning(s) : smut ! very much more love making than fucking, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), p in v sex, blowjob, use of nicknames during sex (pretty girl, baby, etc.), little bit of dirty talk

author’s note : waited until the umich season ended before i tackled this request because if they had lost in the frozen four (which they did), i thought it would be the perfect plot for this request. the way they lost was really rough so be prepared for sad ethan for a lil bit

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Her heart breaks when the final buzzer goes off. Boston College is quick to celebrate their four-to-nothing win over Michigan. Her eyes are on Ethan as he stands with Dylan and Tyler while the Duke boys shed some tears.

The tears that begin to fall down Ethan's cheeks while he stands with his teammates are her last straw. The tears that threatened to spill over onto her cheeks begin to roll. She quickly wipes them away so Ethan doesn't look over and see them.

All of the Michigan boys huddle near the bench as they watch another team move onto the finals for the third year in a row.

It breaks her heart that they have fought so hard for the past three years and no national title to show for it. They deserve it more than they know or realize at the moment.

Michigan shakes hands with Boston College at center ice before BC goes back to the locker room to celebrate the win. The Michigan boys raise their sticks for the last time this season, and for the last time for some of the boys. She shows her support by clapping and banging on the glass in front of her as they head down the tunnel.

Ethan looks at her as he waits to go down the tunnel. She shoots him a small smile that's mixed with fondness and sadness. If he smiles back at her, she can't see it because of the way his helmet sits on his head. His face is shiny and she can’t tell if it’s because he’s sweating or if it’s because he’s been crying.

Hopefully it’s because he’s been sweating because she doesn’t know if she can handle more tears from Ethan.

She makes her way to the hotel that she and the other girlfriends are staying at, which is also the hotel that the boys are staying at. None of them are really in the mood to hang around the arena to wait for their boyfriends.

Ethan knows her room number. It just might be a little bit because he comes knocking. He’s going to shower then spend some time with his teammates because this is the last time that Team 102 will be Team 102.

Some of his teammates are going to sign with their NHL team. She knows Frank is going to the NHL immediately like Luke did last year. He’ll sign within a day or two after they get back to Michigan. Dylan and Gavin have both said they’re probably going to sign with their teams too. A handful of other guys haven’t made an official decision yet but she’s sure that more will be leaving.

Then it’ll just be Ethan and Mark left from their class that came in almost four years ago.

Once she’s back in her hotel room that’s a few blocks from the arena, she finally relaxes. She pulls off the hat she was wearing as well as Ethan’s Michigan jacket. With a sigh, she flops onto her back on the bed.

If she’s feeling like this, she can’t even begin to imagine how the boys are feeling. It sucks that they’re not moving onto the finals after getting shutout. It especially sucks that it’s now three years in a row that they’ve made it to the Frozen Four and haven’t been to the finals.

Like she said, she can’t even begin to imagine how the boys are feeling after that game.

It’s nearly two hours after the game ends when there’s a very soft knock on her door. If she was sleeping or had in her AirPods then she wouldn’t have heard it. The TV is playing at a low volume so she was able to hear the knock.

When she swings the door open, she sees a very upset Ethan Edwards on the other side.

She pouts and pulls him into a hug, which pulls him into the room. The door swings shut behind Ethan. “I’m so sorry, Eddie,” she softly says into his ear. “I wish I could do something.”

“I know,” he replies. His voice is hoarse like all he’s been doing is crying. It breaks her heart a little more. “Needed to see you. I tried slipping away but coach made us stay for a little bit after we were all showered.”

She pulls back from the hug, leaving her arms draped around his neck. Ethan’s avoiding eye contact with her. It’s what he does when he’s upset.

When she pushes his hair out of his face, he leans down and puts his forehead on her shoulder. Her fingers find a home in his damp locks and holds him. His arms wrap around her waist.

“I’m so tired of feeling like this,” Ethan confesses after a few moments of silence. “It’s been three fucking years. First it was Denver, then it was Quinnipiac, and now it’s Boston College. Three years, three different teams. I’m tired.”

“I know, E,” she coos as she presses a kiss to his temple. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel. I know how rough it’s been for you and the guys.”

Ethan lifts his head up and finally looks at her. All she sees behind his eyes is sadness. She has to bite her lip from crying because his eyes are usually so bright. They are so dark right now.

“I have one more year,” he says. “One. I don’t think I can handle it if I’m in this position again next year. I probably won’t sign with the Devils this season so I can do this for one more year but I don’t think I can do this again. Feel like this again.”

She watches tears spill over his eyelids onto his cheeks. She dries his cheeks with her thumbs and gives him the smallest of smiles. “You’re going to lead your team to a national title next year as a senior, E,” she assures him. “It’s your year.”

Ethan nods without saying a word, but the way her eyes flicker to her lips tells her everything she needs to know. He grabs her hands off his face and loosely laces their fingers together.

“Can you do me a favor?” Ethan asks. She raises her eyebrows in confusion. “Can you just … help me forget for a little bit? I need to get my mind off of the last few hours.”

She blinks, not even surprised at his request. “Ethan, you are upset right now and you’re allowed to be,” she begins to say to him. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you since you’re not in the right mindset.”

He drops his forehead to hers. His eyes close. “Please, baby,” he whispers. “Make me forget. I need you to make me forget.”

It’s not like she was going to say no. She just needed to make sure it’s what he really wanted before she started something.

Ethan picks his head up and meets her eyes. She glances between them to make sure he’s okay before she pulls him down into a kiss.

The kiss starts out soft and slow but quickly turns rough and needy. Ethan’s hands rest on her sides and he lightly grips her waist so she can’t move away. Not that she was planning on going anywhere.

If Ethan wants her to help him forget the last few hours then she will.

She presses herself flush against Ethan’s chest and can feel the growing bulge against her thigh. Her fingers curl in his locks to keep him from breaking the kiss. She does walk forward a bit so Ethan’s back is pressed against the wall next to the door.

Her hands snake down from his hair and down his chest until they rest on the waistband of his dress pants. Ethan sucks her bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back, letting her lip snap back into place. She looks up at him and bites the same lip.

“You’re hot when you’re needy,” she tells Ethan as she begins to undo the button on his pants. “Just so you’re aware.”

“You’re hot all the time,” Ethan retorts as she finally gets the button undone. “Especially when you wear my clothes.” His comment confirms he saw her in his jacket during the game.

She just smiles at him and untucks his shirt from his pants before pulling him into another kiss.

Ethan pulls off the suit jacket he’s wearing and lets it fall to the floor. His hands come up to cup her jaw as he returns her kisses, each one getting needier and deeper.

After a few more kisses, she reluctantly pulls back. She notices how swollen and red his lips already are and she can’t help but smile at the sight of how disheveled he already looks.

Once she takes him all in, she sinks down to her knees in front of him. Ethan leans his head back and mumbles a “fuck” as she pulls his dress pants down so they pool around his ankles. His boxers are next and his semi pops out. Ethan ends up kicking the clothes away as well as his shoes.

She takes him in her hand and pumps him a few times. “Shit, baby,” Ethan breathes out. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

She sends him a smile before she wraps her lips around the reddening tip. Slowly, she takes his dick in her mouth and looks up at him. Ethan runs his fingers through her hair and pushes a loose piece behind her ear so her face is clear.

For once, she loves being able to do this for Ethan. He’s always focused on her pleasure and making sure that she is taken care of. She gets to return the favor. It’s not very often she gets to do this for him.

One of her hands rests on his thigh and the other slides up under his button-up. Her hand rests on his stomach for a moment before sliding as close to his chest as she can get. His hand rests on hers over his shirt.

She moves her head and sucks gently, being cautious of her teeth. She still gets flashbacks to the first time she blew him sometimes when her teeth accidentally got involved and there was almost a hospital trip that night.

Honestly, it’s probably why he rarely lets her blow him at this point in their relationship. It was a year before he let her try again.

Ethan’s hips roll slowly and he hits the back of her throat. She relaxes her jaw and throat as he begins to fuck her face. Soft pants pass Ethan’s lips as she hollows out her cheeks and lightly sucks. Her tongue swirls around his tip every so often.

“Baby, you keep doing that and I’m going to come before either of us are ready,” Ethan tells her.

She pulls off his dick with a pop and licks her lips. “Then we better move to the bed,” she replies as she stands up. “So you can fuck me instead of coming from a blowjob against a wall.”

Ethan’s eyes widen and he crashes their lips together. He hums softly and begins to walk toward the bed. She loses her t-shirt and her leggings are around her knees when she falls onto her back. The kiss breaks and she stares up at him.

He unbuttons his shirt and she pulls off her leggings. She is left in her bra and panties, but she’ll let Ethan take them off because it’s one of his favorite things to do when they have sex.

She moves back on the bed until her head hits the pillows. A completely naked Ethan crawls onto the mattress until he’s settled between her bent knees. One of his hands cups her jaw and he instigates a soft kiss. She wraps her hand around his wrist.

“I love you,” she mumbles. “I’ve loved you from year one and I’ll love you after next year. No matter what.”

Ethan smiles against her lips and she can’t help but smile against his. He pulls back and meets her eyes. “I love you,” he tells her. “I love that you’re here. It can’t be easy for you either.”

She shakes her head and traces Ethan’s cheekbones and jaw with thee fingers. “It sucks seeing you guys come so close and not getting the championship,” she admits. “I hate seeing you so upset, Eddie. It breaks my heart.”

“Gonna win one next year,” Ethan tells her as he leans in and presses kisses to her jaw. “For you. I’m gonna raise that trophy for you, baby.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. “Good,” she giggles. “You’d look hot with that trophy above your head.”

Ethan laughs and pulls back to look at her. His hair falls into his face as he looks down at her. “Then I’m definitely winning it,” he replies as she pushes his hair out of his face. “Right now though, I need to get you naked and get inside of you.”

He pulls her up so she is sitting up with her legs wrapped around his waist. She laughs when he reaches around her and unhooks her bra. He throws it to the floor before he kisses her. She falls back so her head hits the pillows again.

Ethan hovers over her and slithers a hand between them until it slides into her panties. He cups her core and she gasps against his mouth. “Eddie,” she breathes out.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he tells her. “Such a good girl for me being so wet. You want me that bad?”

She nods and whines when Ethan plays with her clit. “I wanna ride you,” she tells him. “Help you forget the game tonight like you want me to.”

He pulls back from the kiss and meets her eyes. “Yeah?” he asks. “Wanna ride me, pretty girl?”

With an eager nod, she manages to flip them over so she is straddling Ethan’s thighs. Ethan stares up at her with a shocked look on his face as she runs her hands from his stomach to his chest. “Let me take care of you, E,” she tells him. “Make you feel good.”

Ethan nods with his wide eyes.

She pulls her panties off, the lace ruined from how wet she was before she pulled them off. She straddles Ethan’s waist once she’s completely naked. His hands run up and down her sides for a second while she leans down and kisses his jaw.

After a second of this, she gets on her knees and grabs his dick. She lines him up with her entrance and Ethan’s hand rests on her waist. She slowly sinks down on his dick with a sigh.

No mather how many times they do this, she is still shocked with how big he is as he fills her up. She’ll never get over how he manages to fit inside of her every time.

She drops her head back as she slowly fills herself with Ethan’s dick. “That’s it, baby,” Ethan says. “You take my cock so well. Look so pretty sitting on my cock.”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as Ethan bottoms out inside of her. His words shoot straight to her core. Ethan traces her sides for a second before he helps her begin to roll her hips. She sighs as he moves in and out of her.

“Fuck,” she gasps as she moves her hip. “Eddie.”

One of Ethan’s hands snakes between them and rubs her clit. She lets out a soft moan as Ethan works her close to an orgasm.

The bed creaks below them as she picks up speed. Her hands rest on his chest to keep her balance. Ethan’s lips are parted and his eyes are closed as she rides his dick.

It’s not a minute later when Ethan wraps his arms around her waist and rolls until he’s hovering over her. She looks up at him and smiles. Ethan mirrors the smile and slowly begins to roll his hips into her.

His dick moves in and out of her slowly, and deeply with the new angle. He hooks one of her legs over his shoulders so he can move as deep into her as he can.

Her fingers find a home in Ethan’s locks and pulls him down into a kiss. His movements remain slow and deep as he fucks her.

This doesn’t feel like fucking though. To her, it feels like more than that.

Ethan presses soft kisses to her wrists as he moves. She stares up at him and notices the soft look on his face. He looks almost relaxed.

“I love you,” Ethan softly pants. “So much, baby. I’m so lucky.”

“I’m so- ah- lucky,” she replies. “I’m so in love with you, E. Fuck.”

His speed picks up slightly and his thrusts get sloppy. He is close and she knows it.

She pushes the hair out of his face and pulls him down for a kiss. They both pant and groan as they get closer to their orgasms.

Her legs begin to shake and she feels the familiar knot in the pit of her stomach. Ethan’s fingers finding their way back to her clit almost undoes the knot. She cries out against Ethan’s lips.

“Come on my cock, baby,” Ethan mumbles against her lips. “Right behind you.”

“Come inside of me, Eddie,” she pants. “It’s okay. You know I’m on the pill.”

Ethan’s thrusts have slowed but he slams into her. She cries out a second later and clenches around Ethan’s dick. Her head is thrown back against the pillows and she cries his name. Her fingers dig into the skin on his back.

He shoots into her after a couple more thrusts. “Fuck,” he groans.

Her entire body melts into the mattress beneath her. Her breathing is labored as Ethan collapses on top of her. He lifts her head up and they share lazy kisses until he pulls out of her to clean her up.

She can’t move. Her body feels like jelly but the warm cloth feels good on her core and thighs. She whimpers as the cloth brushes over her sensitive core.

Ethan crawls back onto the bed and pulls the blankets on top of them. She manages to move so she can curl up against his side. She traces lazy shapes into his chest.

Silence fills the room, and it’s okay because she loves just being with Ethan.

Then a question rises in her head and she can’t resist asking. Especially when she knows that some of his teammates are leaving.

“Are you going to sign with the Devils?” she asks as she lifts her head. “It’s okay if you are. You know I’ll come to all the games that are closer to Mich-”

“I’m coming back for my senior year, baby,” he interrupts. “The Devils can wait. Shea is waiting too so it’s okay. We’re going to go together. You can’t get rid of me yet.”

She smiles and presses a soft kiss to his lips before she settles in for the night and falls asleep minutes later.

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¿y todo para qué? -Flor & cityboy!chris

warnings-angst, misunderstandings

Late night text, sneaking out to chat in the late hours of the night, the spanish petnames, back and forth flirting, even the mere thought of you brought a smile to Chris' face. What was supposed to be just a vacation with his brothers was becoming, for him, a start of something, in simple terms, a casialgo. and so, when you invited him to your towns party he was over the moon, dressing his nicest he walked out the hotel room and got a ride to the next town over.

You liked chris, you wouldn't lie and say you didn't but you had your doubts, yes you also lived in la, but now that you were older and were able to choose where to stay, you were primarily in mexico. He was only here for a vacation and had his life in la and Boston and you had your life primarily in mexico. so you told yourself to not get attached and to leave it as a casialgo.

the night couldn't be more alive, it was honestly a bit overwhelming for chris, he knew how to party in la, that was a given, but here? he felt like the odd one out, the live banda playing in the back while people crowded on the dance floor to dance, it was all so different. The dances were different, the songs were different, of course it was a given but it still had him feeling out of place.

Chris was standing near the snack booth trying to look for you but had no luck, he just assumed that you were still getting ready and hadn't gotten here yet, that was until he looked towards the dance floor again and saw you, that should be good right? Wrong, his stomach twisted and he felt a pang to his chest when he saw you. You were dancing, and thar itself would be fine if he hadn't seen you dancing with someone else. He could see the smile on your face as you and another guy danced, the way your face changed as you laughed and followed the guys lead with whatever song was playing that chris couldn't understand.

Watching you continue to dance with him for another two songs he finally had enough, moving from his spot next to the snack booth he walked towards you on the dance floor and interrupted your fun tapping your shoulder.

the live banda was loud, your favorite songs being played live as you danced, you were just passing time, waiting for chris thinking he still wasn't here, oh how wrong you were, as the song ended and you and your dance partner took a moment to catch your breaths you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning to see who your heart dropped, seeing chris, upset.

"having fun?" Chris let the anger and betrayal he felt sit on his face as he saw you turn. "güero it isn't-" ''it isnt what it looks like? because to me it looks like you got to know me, we were getting somewhere, and now you're out here dancing with someone else." you could only stare at him "Chris i know this looks wrong but please just let me expla-" "nah, you can save that shit for someone else" and with that chris walked away leaving you to stand there with the words in your throat.

you watched him walk away, you knew you told yourself it was gonna be a casialgo, that you couldn't get to attached because he was only supposed to be a summer casialgo, but this, this hurt, you had so much to tell him and to explain, your thoughts were quickly cut off by your dance partners voice, "y ya se te acabó tu amor con el güerito" (and your love with your güerito came to end)"¿sabes qué jose? mejor cállate," (yknow what jose? it'd be better if you shut up.) you walked away and walked to the live banda. "oye, pude tocar la de y todo para qué porfa," and with a simple nod of the banda, the cords of the last song slowly faded into the beginning of yours.

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Our Song II

M.stuniolo

What happens when Y/N cant afford to fly out to LA… Y/N and Matt text for the first time…

THIS IS MY WORK AND MY IDEA! PLEASE DONT USE THIS AS “INSPIRATION” OR TAKE IT WITHOUT GETTING MY PERMISSION FIRST! thank you :)

This is part two of our song! Find the mood board and part one through my master list!

Y/N POV

You and Nick have been texting back and forth for a few days at this point and your excitement for the collab has grown even more, if that is possible. You’ve been looking at hotels and plane tickets, trying to see how they would fit into your budget. You can't seem to find any plane tickets that are less than $250, so you decide to text Nick to see if they could collab next time they are back in Boston, that being a cheaper flight from Jersey.

“I can't find a cheap flight to fit into my budget, do you think we could collab next time the three of you are in Boston? It would be a cheaper flight for me to book…” You send Nick the text with a small sigh, not sure when the next time they will be home or if they will even want to collab with you when they are.

Your phone is quick to ping again, it was Nick texting you back, “girl don’t worry about anything! We’ll cover it for you, we wanted you to come out to LA so we don’t expect you to cover everything… We will book you a nice hotel near our house and get you a good plane ticket!” You read Nick's text with a large smile, they really didn’t have to do any of that, but it was nice that they are. Them paying to fly you out would help you out, leaving you with extra money to spend while in LA.

You're quick to shoot a text back to him, saying everything along the lines of “thank you so much” and “I really appreciate that” and “it means so much to me!” Because it really did, they didn’t know and probably wont ever know how much this means so you, you saying thank you will never be enough.

Matts POV

“She’s saying she can't afford a flight and hotel out here…” Nick says as he reads the text out loud, to Matt and Chris, that you sent him. Matt looks between his two brothers before an idea pops into his head.

”Tell her we will cover it,” Matt is quick to say. “Just take it out of my account, I was the one who wanted to collab with her in the first place.” He explains to his brothers before they can even say anything.

“Okay,” Nick says, slightly suspicious of his one brothers need to have you here. Nick was quick to catch onto Matt’s fond interest with you, seemingly always catching him looking at your new insta post or scrolling through your TikTok or watching an edit of you on there. Nick often hears your voice coming from Matt’s room, assuming Matt is watching one of your YouTube videos-one that he’s probably seen nine times already but still watches it because it is his favorite video of you.

After a beat of silence Matt speaks up again, “I just think it would be nice, since we are the ones who want to collab and have her come out here.” explaining his idea more, even though neither Nick nor Chris asked anything about why he was wanting to pay. “Could you do me a favor though, and not tell her I’m the only one paying for it?” Matt asks Nick with a shy smile.

Matt didn’t want you to know he was the sole reason they wanted to collab with you, being slightly embarrassed about how excited he is to meet you for the first time. He also didn’t want you to know he was paying for your whole trip, not wanting you to feel bad for only him spending so much money on you.

“Do you think you could give me her number? So then I can let her know what the car looks like and what number to expect when we go to pick her up,” Nick is quick to give Matt a small nod and even smaller smirk, knowing the exact reason he is asking for your number, but Nick didn’t wanna ruin Matt’s fun so he sent him your number.

Three days later…

Your phone pings with a random number but the message doesn’t concern you, it actually makes your stomach twist in excitement. The text reads, “Hey Y/N, it’s Matt Sturniolo. Nick gave me your number so then I can text you when we come to pick you up from the airport, or so we can just talk and get to know each other a little better before you fly here”

“Matthew Sturniolo wants to get to know me!” You say quietly to yourself, your heart pounding as you read the text over and over again. You’ve always liked Matt the most, thinking he was the best looking, the one you related to the most out of the three of them, and overall someone you genuinely wanted to meet and see what they are like in person.

With a big grin and shaking fingers you text him back, “Hi Matt, I would love to get to know you some more before flying out. Thanks for texting me, and know that I’m always open to talk and all!” You hit send on the text and send your phone flying across your bed with a small squeal. A few small giggles leave your lips as you think about what just happened. The Matthew Sturniolo just text you, wanting to get to know you.

But what you didn’t know is that your text did the same thing to him. Making his stomach twirl in excitement as he read over your words. The same small giggles leaving his lips as he blushes and smiles at the words, “I would love to get to know you…” on his screen.

AN: i hoped you enjoyed this part! The next part is Y/N flying out to la and meeting the triplets for the first time!! And texting Matt some more🤭

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Professor Monacelli

Reminder this is NSFW and KINKY.

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"Are you sure you're alright?" Vince asked for the second time, as he hugged Sophia goodbye, outside of her hotel. Boston was freezing and he couldn't stop shaking.

"Yesss," Soph rolled her eyes, hugging him back and shoving his arm, "my head is not even hurting anymore, go away."

Vince let out a huff, "well, alright, but I'm a call away if you need me. It's only two hours to Welton, I can be here in a heartbea-"

"Go away, Vince!"

He chuckled at her shriek, waving at her as he walked back to the car, "I texted you Angie's number, don't forget!" Vince let her know, before finally driving away.

He was really giddy. There was a nice school near Welton's center, that taught from ages 0 to 18 years old, which had contacted him after he had let Fernanda, his current principal, know he'd be leaving after prom. In all honesty, not once in his life Vince had been invited to a job interview, he had always applied to them and that made him feel incredibly smug.

He really wanted this job, not only the school's location was perfect, but it was a quite fancy building, so he assumed the salary didn't suck either. Besides, he had heard great things about them... And this would mean moving to Welton exactly in the timeline he had anticipated.

It was well past lunch when Vince arrived to Welton, for his 4 PM appointment. He parked inside the building, whistling under his breath and making sure his button up was right, as well as putting on the blazer that had been in the backseat until then and removing his dumbass beanie.

Vince checked his phone, making sure he was on time as he grabbed his suitcase and locked the car.

HoneyBee: Are you in town yet??

HoneyBee: I'm missing you like crazy rn

HoneyBee: Good luck at the interview, you're gonna crush it 💕

He sent Wendy a bunch of strong-arm emojis back, stomach filling up with butterflies as she had said she missed him. Hell, Vince missed her too, much more than he was willing to admit to himself. Now that moving back was such a close reality, he couldn't help but feel the yearn as a physical pain.

"Professor Monacelli?" The front desk employee was a guy, in his late 40s, balding and with thick glasses, "hi, I'm Ethan."

"Hi, Ethan, I'm Vince," Vin opened his best smile, breathing in and bringing out his best attitude.

It was really weird to go through a teacher job interview. Not only he had to teach a class on the fly, had a long conversation with the principal, Ophelia Dashwood, but she didn't actually tell him he had gotten job, simply launched herself into explaining the benefits they offered and the salary.

It took Vin a flat minute of sitting there with a smile on his face and watching as she circled what was going to be his schedule, for him to get it.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dashwood," Vince interrupted, planting a hand over the schedule, "I'm taking this as me being hired?"

"Yes, of course! If you'll take the job...." She looked flabbergasted at his question, "Mrs. Castillo spoke so well about you... I want you to think on it-" she handed him the schedule, as well as other papers and what he assumed was a contract, "and get back to me Monday."

"Absolutely," Vince nodded, getting up to shake her hand and thank her for the interview, trying not to show just how giddy he was and how he would've signed it on the spot if she asked him to.

As soon as he was inside his car, though, Vince allowed himself to pump the air in a triumphant gesture and fished out his phone to text Wendy.

Vince: I just left the interview. ILY

He decided not to let her know via text, instead driving to the grocery store that was near her place and drafting up the dinner he wanted to make for them.

Wendy wasn't home, but Vince was there enough by now that it didn't cull him in any way. He removed his shoes at the door, put the groceries away in the kitchen and left his bag in her room, taking a quick scorching hot shower before heading back to the kitchen, stopping only long enough to start Wen's fireplace.

Then, he got to cooking. Limoncello liquor put in the fridge to chill, onions and leeks chopped, cheese grated... Vince had just killed the heat after the rice absorbed all the white wine when he heard Wendy opening the front door.

Her voice travelled as she smelled the dinner, "this-" she walked in, leaning against the kitchen's doorway, "smells like a celebration."

Vince smiled at her, unable to keep it to himself for a second longer, "I got the job!"

Wendy's dimples appeared as she opened a huge smile and crossed the room in one leap, throwing herself on him. Vince chuckled, pulling her off her feet and kissing her, lips haphazardly clashing as they smiled into the kiss.

"I'm not surprised at all," Wendy said, bumping her nose with his, "I'm so proud, honey."

Vince's face burned at the compliment and he kissed her once again, planting Wendy down.

Since she preferred to wear scrubs for work, Wendy could get away with her "work outfit" being more colorful and out there than most people would expect from a doctor. Today she was wearing a colorful floral midi skirt, caramel boots and a yolk-yellow cardigan that she had already undone the top buttons off, all of it covered by a fuzzy long coat. Her hair was a mess, frizzy from the ugly weather outside, waves pointing everywhere, the tip of her nose all red...

Vince let out a happy sigh, leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead, "I love you," he pulled her into a tight hug, causing Wendy to giggle as she was smushed to his chest.

"I love you too..." Her voice came out muffled and Vince tilted his body back just so he could look at her, without undoing the hug.

"I thought we could celebrate with something different," he told her and Wendy nodded, none the wiser, looking around the kitchen.

"Smells amazing..."

Vince let out a chuckle, causing her to frown as she realized she wasn't in the joke, "Vin?"

"That's not the different part," he rolled his eyes, pulling back from her, "risotto has parmesan," he gestured at it with his head, "and this is a lot of food."

He could, of course, just straight up tell her he wanted to indulge in her latent tummy ache kink, but it was more fun this way. To watch her frown, confused, and then her whole face turning a strawberry shade, eyes widening as it dawned on her.

"You mean you wanna make yourself sick...?" Wendy whispered and Vince shrugged, releasing her from the hug.

"If my girlfriend will take care of me?" He teased her and she nodded eagerly, eyeing him up and down.

"I will," her words came out breathy, lips pressing into a thin line as Wendy struggled to collect herself, "yeah, of course- Aren't we supposed to be celebrating you? Why am I getting the gift?"

"You think I don't enjoy myself?" Vince rolled his eyes, circling her so he could wrap his arms around her from behind and press a kiss on her cheek, "watching you nearly lose your mind with how much you want me? That's the best feeling."

Wendy's face was burning, but she tilted her head to smile at him, "so your kink is me, eh?" her nose wrinkled in the most adorable way, causing Vince's heart to skip a beat.

"It sure is," he agreed with a smug smile, pressing his lips to her temple, "so let's eat?"

Wendy was completely obsessed with table setting, although she couldn't cook more than the basics. Even though it was only the two of them, she insisted on breaking out her good tablecloth and weirdly shaped plates with gold dinnerware. Vince couldn't smile more if he tried, his cheeks were hurting.

They sat down together and for about an hour the whole kinkiness of it all slipped his mind. His girlfriend wanted all the details on the job interview, squealing as he told her about the principal's comment on his recommendation and how he had been offered the job.

"Can I read the contract?" Wendy asked, as Vince polished off his third serving of dinner and about his fourth glass of white wine. He was far from drunk, but in that pleasant tipsy state where everything felt soft and he felt warm.

"Yep, I left it on top of your bed-"

"Our," Wendy interrupted him, draping herself on his back, "we haven't really discussed it, but you are moving here, right?" her chin dug into his shoulder, "you're not moving to Welton to go hole up in some tiny house because you're too proud to move in with me, right Vin?"

He leaned his head back with a chuckle, "I wouldn't dream of it," Vince promised, closing his eyes as Wendy let out a relieved sigh and pressed her lips to his temple, "get the dessert out of the fridge, please?"

She came back not a minute later, with a frown on, "what is this?" Wendy asked, holding the tub of gourmet ice cream, the glass bottle and the contract in her opposite hand.

"Vanilla gelato, obviously," Vince shrugged, pulling her to sit on his leg and opening the bottle "and this is limoncello, it's a lemon liquor..." he grabbed the dessert spoon he had put on the table earlier and drizzled some of the limoncello on top of the ice cream, "open up," he said, holding up a spoonful for Wendy.

Her eyes went wide, eyebrows jumping up and a hand rushing to cover her mouth as she mumbled with her mouth still full, "this issso good!"

"I know, right?" Vince grinned, jerking his leg and causing Wendy to bounce on his lap, moving closer, "it's amazing."

"It's super creamy... Is this lactose free?" Wendy frowned, picking up the gelato tub and letting out a noise as she confirmed it, "okay, good."

"You're really counterproductive to your goal, girly," Vince smiled, feeding himself a huge spoonful. The flavor was amazing, sweet and creamy thanks to the ice cream, but zesty and burning the back of his throat due to the liquor.

"I don't want you to be super sick," Wendy pouted, holding up a spoon to his mouth, "just a little bit..." she smiled cheekily, wrapping herself around Vince and continuing to share the dessert between them.

The thing was, Vince wasn't stuffed. The last time they had done this, he had been stuffed up to the gills and felt overwhelmingly sick, now he was just pleasantly sloshed and full. The parmesan was, obviously, starting to cause his belly to whine, but nothing as brutal as milk did...

And he wanted the night to go as he had planned in his mind.

"Hey," Wendy pouted, stealing a kiss and cupping his face, "where did you go?"

"Nowhere," Vince forced a wince, deciding that if he couldn't have it his way, he was going to make it his way, "my stomach's just hurting..."

It was a big fat lie, at most he had the start of a tummy ache, but Wendy's cheeks turned pink nonetheless and yeah, that was what he wanted.

He grabbed her hand, guiding it to his stomach, and pressing it there, "can you feel it gurgling?"

It helped that his belly was churning, although it was just mildly upset. Wendy's head bobbed up and down as she agreed, eyes locked on his stomach, "do you want to keep eating?"

"Yeah," Vince agreed, squirming in his seat in fake discomfort, "but I ran out of wine. I'm going to go get more-"

"I can do it!" His girlfriend piped up, but Vince shook his head, patting her ass so she'd get off his lap and he could stand up.

"No," he kissed the top of her head, "stay here, try some more of the ice cream, you barely touched it. I'll be right back."

Perhaps it was insane of his part to instead head for the fridge and grab the milk carton Wendy had sitting there, taking two large gulps before fishing out a fresh bottle of white wine and returning to the dining room. Whatever, fuck it, it was his celebration and if he wanted to see his girlfriend looking at him with mind numbing lust, than who gave a crap?

Wendy was reading the contract while he was gone, with a pleased smile on, "I'm envious of your hours," she sighed dreamily and Vince let out a snort, leaning over her and kissing her upside down.

"Should've dropped med school and joined us teachers," he teased her, "not as fancy but at least my hours don't suck royally."

"I'd be a horrible teacher," Wendy immediately moved so she was back on his lap and eagerly grabbed on the spoon, while Vince served them both with wine, "third time a student asked me if they could do a pair of three people, I'd be out of patience."

He let out a hearty chuckle at that, then turned his head quickly to muffle a burp. Wendy's pleased smile could not be hidden as she grabbed yet another spoonful, "here, honey," she grabbed at his chin, fingers almost digging in, "have some more."

Vince took it without a complain, grabbing the bottle of limoncello and drizzling more of the liqueur over the dessert, grinning as Wen wiped at his lips and licked the vanilla off her thumb.

in ten minutes, they reached the bottom of the gelato tub and the dull ache in his stomach spread, although Vince doubted it was due to his milk intolerance just yet. He let out a groan, squirming on the seat and loosening up the cords of the sweatpants he had put on after the shower.

Wendy cupped his belly with both hands, "how... How's it feeling?" she asked, breathlessly, and Vince made a pained grimace that now was only partially fake.

"Really gross," he brought up his hand, muffling a burp against his fist and shuddering, truly, when a splash of milk hit the back of his throat, "ugh..."

Wendy pressed her hands in, rubbing circles on the sides of his belly, until her hands met in the middle of his navel, "queasy?"

Not really, no. Indigestion was starting to kick in and he felt fuller than before drinking the milk, even if only fifteen minutes had passed, but he still felt incredibly fine...

"Can we lie down?" His voice was whiny and Wendy immediately nodded, jumping up.

"Yes, of course..." Her cheeks were flushed, hands fluttering over his arm as she ushered him up, as if Wen could truly help Vince stand up.

He sat down with a groan and Wendy moved closer, tugging on his pants, then climbing him, sitting atop his lap and pressing Vin against the headboard as she kissed him, "I'm going to take care of you..." she mumbled, dreamily, lips dragging from his mouth to his cheek and down his neck.

Vince tugged up his shirt, throwing it across the room and squirmed as Wendy kissed down his body, over his stomach. It was bloating up now and he muffled another burp in his hand, "hey, gentle-"

"Uhummm," Wendy hummed, all but ignoring him, tracing her nails up his belly, biting his belly and moving her mouth further down, "oh wow," she perked up suddenly, as Vince's stomach let out a growl loud enough to spook both of them.

Yeah, that hadn't felt good. Suddenly the thought of their dinner wasn't appetizing anymore and his belly became incredibly vocal. Vince took a deep breath, as an invisible hand seemed to squeeze his insides.

"Oh honey..." Wendy's voice was soft, but she couldn't keep a smile from it, pressing her hand in and rubbing in circles around his belly button, "your belly's so upset..."

He moved a hand up her back, sliding under her yellow cardigan and pulling it up as he moved his hand to stroke the hairs on her nape. Wendy raised her arms just enough to shrug it off and Vin opened a pleased smile as he saw her floral bra.

"C'mere," his fingers curled on the root of her hair and he guided Wendy up. She tried to climb him, but her knee was trapping her skirt and Wen half fell on top of him, causing Vince to groan and muffle a burp against her mouth.

"Oh-wow..." Her face was a delicious shade of pink and Vin scoffed, rolling them on the bed so he could be on top of her, using his arms so he wouldn't crush her. He sat back on his heels, chuckling as Wendy squirmed up against the pillows and raised her leg so he could unzip her boot.

He rested her leg on his shoulder, unzipping the boot and throwing it across the room, turning his head to plant a kiss on her calf, up her leg all the way to her exposed thigh- Vince's belly let out a nasty gurgle and he felt the cold prickles of nausea clinging to him.

He ceased moving all together, pressing his face to Wendy's crotch, over the colorful skirt, and taking steadying breaths as a cramp gripped at him once more. It was much harsher this time and Vin muffled a sickly belch against the fabric, feeling her erection pulse under his chin since he was pressed so close.

"You're turning green, honey," Wendy's voice was gleeful, hips tilting up in search of any friction and Vin let out a slow breath, before removing her second boot, then patting her ass so he could slide the skirt from under her, letting it fall in a crumpled puddle on the ground. Her panties matched her bra, all transparent tule and little embroideries of vines, sunflowers and roses.

Vince lurched in, nausea and stomachache be damned, pressing his mouth over her panties, kissing her, letting his lips drag up her belly, between her boobs- A gag rocked him before he could control it and Vin froze, gulping down the sudden lurch of milky vomit in his mouth.

He squeezed the sheets, eyes squeezed shut as he fought a heave, the taste of milk causing his spine to curl... Vince sat back, off of Wendy, and pressed a fist to his mouth, gulping convulsively.

"Hey," Wen's fingers were on his hair, lips pressing to his naked shoulder, "deep breathes, hon..."

Vince didn't want to cause a mess. Clean up was never fun, what he wanted was Wen's giddy voice and her hands all over him and the weird sensation cross between being so horny he could die and so nauseous he felt dizzy.

He shuddered, clearing his throat, "bath- bathroom..." Vince grumbled, getting up and Wen came with him as if they were tied at the hip. She grabbed a towel to plant in front of the toilet so his knees wouldn't hurt, then filled up a glass of water, but didn't pass it to him, sitting by his side as Vin knelt on the ground and leaned over the toilet.

He wasn't quite there yet, but staring at the water and the folded position worked up a burp and with it a mouthful of cloudy saliva. Cold sweat ran down his back and Wendy rubbed his arm, "Vin?"

Without thinking, he reached for her hand, pressing it to his bloated stomach, "I'm gonna be sick..." he closed his eyes at the pressure of her hand there, pushing on the upset organ. Everything was turning into a sludge inside him and yet another cramp caused Vince to curl up, letting out a whine.

"It's okay, honey," Wen's voice was brimming with excitement, closer than he expected as she draped on his back, "I got you, I got you-" she pressed on the top of his stomach and before he could even think, vomit rushed up and into the bowl.

It was a long stream, he wasn't packed full but his belly felt awful by now and Vince's thoughts flew out of the window as he choked on it, coughing and burping the bits of rice stuck in his throat. He reached in, blindly, for the flush, only for Wen's hand to find it first.

Vin let out a groan, curling up and turning towards her, pressing his forehead to her shoulder and nearly sending Wen flat on her back, "fuck-"

"Are you okay?" Wendy asked quietly, kissing his temple, hugging him closer, "Vin?"

He nodded, gulping down and squirming as another cramp twisted his insides, "did you- Are you-" he mumbled, head swimming a little and reaching between them so he could feel Wendy up. She slapped his hand away, forcing him to open his eyes.

"You're not feeling well," she was glaring at him, "truly."

"I don't care," Vince grumbled, pulling back and grabbing the hand that had just slapped his wrist, pressing a kiss to each fingertip of hers before bringing it down to his unsettled stomach. He had bloated up, but when he forced Wen's hand to press in, there was a sloshy sound, "I want you."

"No," Wendy shook her head, biting her lip and looking conflicted, "no, you're actually sick, Vin, I can tell-"

"I don't care," he shrugged, gulping down air and working up a sickly wet burp, spitting some of the sweet gross saliva in the toilet, "you said you'd take care of me-" Vince whined as his jaw felt heavy, "Wen..."

It was like a lock went off in her brain and Wendy scooted closer, pressing herself to his side, her mouth to his bicep as Vince draped himself over the toilet, "I am taking care of you-" she said softly, only for Vin to shake his head.

"I need it- I need to throw up..." He forced a burp, but it wasn't enough. He could taste the milk, slimy feeling in the back of his throat, "Wen..."

It was more like a whimper and his girlfriend got the memo, nails dragging over his belly, then fingers massaging in the top of it, gentle at first, then deeper, deeper- Vince retched, but it wasn't enough and Wen let out a little groan in the back of her throat, a noise he knew well.

Her hand that wasn't pressing on his belly, in rhythm with the retches, slid inside his pants and suddenly Vin went all but blind as the sensations mixed in. He tried to turn his head to look at her, but it was too close, as just then a wet burp brought up a watery stream of puke, the pathetic wave followed by a much larger one, Vince's gags echoing in the bathroom as his body got completely overwhelmed by all the sensations.

He coughed for air, squeezing the porcelain, whole back arching- Wendy pressed her lips to his neck, little bites on his earlobe, down to his shoulder...

He came undone with a groan, head swimming from the lack of oxygen, stomach sore from all the heaving and a wet spot in his sweatpants as Wen retrieved her hand with a smug smile, panting too.

"Feel better?" Her voice was hoarse and she used her clean hand to grab on the sink's granite and pull herself up, stumbling as if she was the one who had been puking for a ridiculous amount of time.

Vince nodded, unable to speak, ducking his head and letting up a string of little burps as his girlfriend washed her hands, splashing cold water on her face and reaching to flush the toilet.

"Drink the water, honey," she instructed, crouching down next to him and grabbing some toilet paper, wiping his lips, "c'mon, Vin, just a sip."

"Don't- don't think it'll stay down..." He admitted, head feeling heavy and emotions all mixed up. It felt like coming down from a high, only to crash down straight into his still queasy stomach, still grumbly belly.

"Well, that's what you get for chugging milk," Wen wrinkled her nose, sitting by his side, folding a leg over his lap so they could be as close as possible. He rested his hand on her knee, frowning.

"You... You knew?"

"Vince," Wendy rolled her eyes, "you're a terrible liar, honey."

He let out a groan, all but collapsing against her, curling up on the bathroom floor and hiding his face on Wendy's tummy, "just the food wasn't gonna work," he pouted, looking up at her and doing his best puppy eyes, grinning as he saw a blush go up her chest, devouring her cheeks, "but you still found it hot, didn't you?"

"I find everything about you hot," Wendy scoffed, smiling down at him, only for Vince to let out a frustrated huff, squirming on her lap so he was on his side and in a better position for her to rub his stomach. It wasn't done with him, Vin could tell. Vengeance against him for being greedy, lustful, gluttonous and maybe all the other four sins too.

"But like- Kinky hot?"

Wendy's whole body shook with a chuckle and she folded in half so she could kiss him, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on his tummy, "yeah, kinky hot too, Professor Monacelli."

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arrival in new york city after having played boston for the first time. everyone feels odd. a proper greeting acquired from the lovely electro-harmonix crew who invited us to observe their warehouse, circuitboards, and pedal archive. lug souvenirs from the excursion around the city for the rest of the night. meet up with jaxon and order italian food from lil' frankies (as recommended by our manager), see our friends from momma play baby's all right. sober up on a bench outside a bodega, meet up with her new knife roaming around in williamsburg. i have to pee. enter a weird bar near duff's to pee, they start squirting orange liquid into our mouths and enthusiastically dancing with us... and perhaps trying to upsell us alcohol. bartender scams edgar while ordering shots (brought out 11 when he only asked for 4 and tried to get him to pay for all of them), we leave annoyed. run into leila outside of duff's-- we discover she knows all of us. hang for a bit, lyft back to the hotel. awaken for our sold out show at webster hall. roam the area, discover good coffee from think and the shop gothic renaissance, a trap for people like me who go to places like webster hall. buy skirt. shoot with yaël briefly before the show. eat salad, aggravate employees at search and destroy (on accident), get ready, watch hnk and tagabow. warm up respective instruments, drink tea, stretch. play show. receive 2 cakes and maybe champagne i can't remember. say hello to all of our friends and team in new york. say goodbye to our friends tagabow (it was their last show of the tour). off to philly. 

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Tell Me When You’re Sober

Word Count: 7,634

Characters: Damian Priest/OC

Genre: Pre-Romance

Tags: Dirty Talk, Friends to ??, A Libation or Two, Pre-Relationship, Drunken Confessions, Hurt & Comfort

Summary: The drunken confession wasn’t exactly unwelcome…

Author’s Note: Hoping to write a sober follow up in the near future.

Damian Priest shouldered the arena door open and stepped outside. The crisp fall Boston air slapped him in the face, causing a shiver to motor through him. He tugged the neckline of his black leather jacket further up his neck to fight against the chill the low temps brought. Luckily he’s lived in the north for many years, so he was used to the winter cold. Not that he particularly wanted to be hanging outside in freezing temps.

It wasn’t a long walk to his rental in the private parking lot. Then he’d be inside and on his way to the hotel where he planned to take the hottest shower he could stand in hopes the water would soothe his sore muscles. Then he would crawl into bed, find something mindless on television to watch before he fell asleep. Tomorrow, he’d be heading toward the airport and home to New York City to get ready for the upcoming holidays.

Raw was a double taping that night, recording next week’s episode as well so the talent and crew could spend time with their families leading up to Christmas before the bustle of live shows littered the days between Christmas and New Years. He was actually looking forward to the days off the double taping afforded, especially after his work tonight.

First he had a match with his current nemesis, Finn Balor. Their match happened in the last hour of the show. The match was nearly twenty minutes to make up for a scrapped match between Pete Dunn and R-Truth. He heard Pete was having an issue with a muscle spasm and to play it safe, they decided to just ax it. In order to make up the time, his match got extended.

Which was fine. Both he and Finn worked so well together. They threw everything at each other; challenging each other during the match and they were actually able to pull the crowd back into their feud. He knew the fans were getting tired of him and The Judgement Day constantly being at arms. So was he. They were all ready to move on to other storylines. The New Year was set to do just that and he couldn’t wait.

His match with Finn ended in a disqualification as Dom and JD interrupted. He ended up on the ground with his former friends over him victorious. He was comforted by boos raining down on them. For the taping of next week’s episode, he attacked JD in a backstage spot. The scuffle drew Finn and Dom of course. Multiple security guards and referees pulled them apart. To close out the show, he was in a six-man tag team match. Him and the War Raiders versus Finn, JD, and Dom.

This time, he ended the night with his hand raised in victory, but damn was his body feeling it. A hot shower and Ibuprofen was on the agenda tonight.

Damian turned the corner as he pulled keys from the pocket of his black jeans. He was almost to his car when he heard a sound. His steps faltered and slowed, tuning his ear to the sound. The parking lot was well lighted unlike some arenas he performed in. Some everyone made sure to never leave alone. Just in case.

The sound came again and he realized someone was crying. His brows furrowed and he followed the sound. She was standing with her back to him and the parking lot, leaning against the concrete barrier separating them from the access road. He wasn’t sure who it was, until the bowed head came up revealing the brown mass of wavy curls.

Cassie.

The ‘Queen of Hearts’ wrestler spent the majority of her career on the Smackdown roster. It wasn’t until this past year where she was traded to Raw during the draft. One of the few wrestlers who actually changed shows. She was shy and a little naïve and a lot introverted which was a little funny considering their profession. Rhea’s extraverted self eventually wore her down. Cassie hadn’t stood a chance.

That’s how he became enraptured by her.

Shy at first with everyone but Rhea, Cassie eventually warmed up to him, Finn, and Dom. Rhea would make Cassie sit with them when they were in catering. She would squish into their rental to go back to the hotel. She’d hang out in the locker room with them. She’d hang with them while they checked out the various cities.

During this time, Damian slowly found himself catching feelings.

“Cassie? Are you okay?” Damian asked softly as he walked up behind her.

Cassie froze at the voice. A quick tinge of fear rushed through her initially, not expecting to hear a voice. Recognizing Damian’s voice, her body relaxed. She stuffed her phone in the pocket of her hoodie and swiped her fingers beneath her eyes, erasing the evidence of her tears. She took a deep shuttering breath as she fought to settle her emotions. When she felt she was okay, she turned around to face Damian.

“Hey,” Damian took a step closer. He gave a quick perusal of the area, but didn’t see anyone or anything to warrant suspicions. They were alone. He could just make out the tear stains on her cheeks. The wet eye lashes. A rush of protectiveness swarmed him. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”

Cassie nodded. “I’m okay,” she said softly, sending him a small smile that wobbled as more tears threatened. “Just family stuff.”

Damian nodded, relaxing the vigilant stance he held. “I understand that. Holidays don’t make it any easier either.”

She snorted. “I figured not being back home would leave me out of things but…” she huffed as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m pulled in the middle anyway. I just…” her voice broke and she lifted a hand to pinch at the corner of her eyes in an effort to stop the new tears.

Damian’s heart lurched at her tears and the way she hid her face from him. “Ah Princesa,” he dropped his bag to the ground and stepped forward drawing her into a hug. With their height difference, her head tucked under his chin perfectly. She didn’t wrap her arms around his waist like he hoped, but kept her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook with quiet tears, like she was ashamed to be crying in front of him.

He wanted to tell her to let go. He would shoulder her pain. She could lean on him as much as she needed. He would protect her. Everything would be okay; he would make sure of it.

But he couldn’t.

She didn’t know his feelings. He did a good job keeping them under wraps.

“Come on,” Damian said in a low voice when her tears quieted. Her breaths still hitched, causing her shoulders to jolt in his arms. “Let me give you a ride to the hotel.”

Cassie nodded and lifted her head as she stepped out of his arms. The cold penetrated her once again and she shivered. Her coat was back home in Philadelphia, not wanting to travel with it. Instead she relied on a hoodie if she went out, but with the double taping, the majority of her time was spent at the arena.

“Do you have your bag?” Damian felt the loss immediately. He forced himself to reach for the strap of his bag and not for her. He hooked the strap on his shoulder and reached for hers laying near the concrete wall. Once he had both bags, he nodded in the direction of his rental.

The ride was mostly silent, broken only by the low volume of the radio and her occasional sniffles. She never spoke and he never offered conversation. She sat in the passenger seat with her head turned to stare out the window. He wanted to offer a comforting hand, but her hands were both stuffed beneath the thigh of the leg she had crossed over the other. Her posture was definitely reading, ‘don’t.’

Damian just settled in the driver’s seat and tried to be content with the bonus time he received in her presence.

At the hotel, he pulled into a parking spot and grabbed their bags from the backseat. She walked next to him, their shoulders brushing. In the glow of the outside lights, he saw her eyes were dry and he was thankful she stopped crying. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe her tears were over for the night. Probably waiting until she was back in her room alone.

Once they were inside the lobby, they made their way to the elevators. The car was waiting and the doors opened immediately. Inside he pressed the button to the sixth floor and looked at her expectantly. “What floor are you on?”

“Four,” Cassie answered. Her face burned in embarrassment at falling apart on him. “Listen Damian…”

“Hold the door!”

Cassie’s words were cut off and she quickly reached a hand out to stop the doors from closing. Then was pushed out of the way as Sonya, Shayna, Zoey, and Zelina filed in along with their wheeled suitcases. She was herded to the back next to Damian as the four women situated themselves on the elevator.

“Hey!” Zelina greeted her with a smile. “Great match tonight!”

“Thanks,” Cassie smiled as the door closed and the elevator began its assent. She was part of the tournament to crown the first ever Women’s Intercontinental Champion. The opening round was a bunch of triple threat matches. She wrestled tonight with Iyo Sky and Natalya to air during next week’s episode. It was supposed to be Kairi, but she was taken out with an injury after the other three women in the elevator attacked her to set up a feud between the Pure Fusion Collective and Kairi’s Damage CTRL. Iyo eventually won.

It was a bitter pill to swallow since she was supposed to win, but swerves happened all the time. She just hoped Creative had something for her in the New Year.

The elevator dinged before she could comment on Zelina’s own triple threat match. As the other ladies started to clear the elevator, she glanced at Damian, who was silent the whole ride. She sent him a smile, still embarrassed to have cried on him and reached for the bag he still carried. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime.”

Damian’s low voice wrapped around her. Their fingers brushed as he handed her bag to her.

Damian wanted to keep her near him longer, but he had no idea what to say. He wished Rhea was with them. She could draw them both to her room for whatever and takeout. With a small wave of her hand, he watched her follow the rest of the wrestlers off the elevator leaving him alone. As the door closed he caught their conversation.

“Hey, we’re going out in about thirty. There is this really great bar Zoey wants to check out. Wanna come?”

“Well I don’t…” He could hear the hesitation in her voice and held his breath when Zelina practically begged Cassie.

The doors close and the elevator rose, but Damian could still hear Cassie giving in.

*~*

Almost one am and Damian was still wide awake. All he could think about was Cassie’s tear filled gaze. He hadn’t wanted to leave her alone, but couldn’t think of an excuse. Plus he didn’t want to do it in front of an audience. He didn’t have the kind of friendship with Cassie as he did with Rhea. If he caught Rhea crying in the parking lot, he would have gathered her in his arms, herding her back to the hotel, and take her back to his room. He would have ordered take out and put a movie on.

He was also still wide awake because she went from tears in the parking lot to being drug out to a bar. He wasn’t sure how close she was to those girls. Would they watch her? Make sure she didn’t drink too much? She was obviously hurting…

He didn’t even know if she was still out. For all he knew, she could already be back and fast asleep unaware she was the reason he couldn’t sleep.

Blowing out a breath, he rolled over and reached for his phone. She was a grown woman. He didn’t know why he was so worried. She probably went out a lot of times he didn’t know about. He didn’t know why tonight was any different. Maybe it was because he couldn’t erase the image of her tear stained face looking up at him with tears clinging to her lashes. Couldn’t erase the feel of her body against his even as hers shook with sobs.

Browsing Instagram, Damian saw no new posts from her except the previous shared post promoting her upcoming triple threat match airing next week. Disappointment set in as he watched her match from backstage with Rhea. Rhea yelled at the TV, while he sat quietly keeping his thoughts to himself. He would have laughed at Rhea’s excitement for Iyo’s victory and the anger at Cassie’s loss if he hadn’t been gutted for her loss at the same time.

Another universe he would have been waiting in Gorilla for her to appear.

No postings of the night’s bar trip were from none of the other girls either.

Damian told himself he just wanted to check on her, make sure she was okay. He didn’t know how she reacted to emotional issues. Sometimes he went out and got trashed. Sometimes he picked up an unknown woman for a night of fun. Other times he shut himself up in his apartment or hotel room and brooded ignoring everything and everyone.

Did she do the same? Was she out there getting trashed before stumbling back to her hotel room? Was she picking up some loser who didn’t deserve to even stand in the same vicinity? His hand folded into a tight fist at the thought. Before he could stop himself, he was sending a text to Rhea.

‘U up?’

It took too long for his liking for Rhea to answer him

‘No.’

Damian snorted at Rhea’s answer.

‘Can you find out where Shayna, Zoey, and the rest went tonight?’

The dots appeared and disappeared a few times. Damian understood. While friendly, the newest female faction wasn’t who he normally spent time with.

‘Why?’

Damian wondered what Rhea really wanted to say before she settled on the simple noun. Now he was left with having to explain why he wanted the information. Rhea wouldn’t let him get away with anything less than the truth. She wouldn’t believe he was just curious.

‘Cassie went out with them.’

‘Ahhh…’

Damian waited for the teasing to come. He was sure Rhea didn’t know about his crush, but maybe she did.

‘Why in the world would she go out with them?’

‘She was upset. Family stuff I guess. I caught her crying outside the arena when I left. Brought her back to the hotel with me where they snatched her up.’

‘You let her go???’

‘What was I supposed to do? Tie her up?’

‘A little drastic. That would probably scare her away. You gotta hide your crazy until it’s too late.’

Damian grew antsy but Rhea’s next text was the name of the bar.

Armed with the information, Damian stood up and dressed in the same clothes he’d taken off just a few hours before. Making sure he had his wallet and room key, he snatched the rental key from the table and left his room before he could talk himself out of going.

It didn’t take long before he was parking his car a block away from the bar. The bar was packed given the late night hour and it being a Monday night, but who was he to judge. The holidays tended to have that affect on people. The music was loud. The conversation louder. The sound of balls breaking signified a pool table somewhere in the madness.

Damian’s eyes swept the room; meeting and dismissing many. They weren’t the ones he was looking for. He wasn’t here for a good time. He was here for one reason.

And that reason was tucked on the lap of some clean cut guy with a wide grin. Damian watched as Cassie downed the shot in her hand to the cheers of the table. Two other men egged her on to take another. He could read the looks exchanged between them just as easy as if their words appeared in a bubble above their head as she reached for the shot glass filled by the man whose lap she sat on.

His jaw clenched painfully, his molars grinding together. She wiggled on the man’s lap. His hands gripped her waist holding her steady and he knew he was pressing his cock into her ass. He wanted to send his fist right into the smiling face and break those perfectly straight white teeth.

Maybe he should have sent Rhea to save her.

Then again, Rhea might react worse than him.

The shot in Cassie’s hand lifted and her head titled back. In the same movement, the man’s hand reached up copping a feel of her breast. The fabric nearly pulled down to give a show to the table who were practically drooling over their own liquor glasses.

His feet moved, cutting through the patrons quickly. Satisfaction coursed through him seeing the eyes of the two men who didn’t have their hands in inappropriate places widen. Their laughter died suddenly as he stopped in front of them.

Anger rolled off him.

“Damian!”

Damian’s arms were immediately filled with a warm, wiggling, very drunk female body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed against him.

“Hi Princesa,” his lightened voice a direct contraction against the menacing look he was sending to the men behind her.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” She grinned as her arms fell from his neck to his chest. The muscles were hard beneath her hands and she curled her fingers into the skin. She licked her lips as she swayed toward him.

Damian couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he stared down at her. She was clearly very drunk. The red of her cheeks. The wide pupils. The slight slur of her words. The weight gone from her shoulders. Her muscles relaxed and languid. Copious amounts of touching. Her hands were all over him. Running up and down his chest, his waist and up his back.

“I just got here Corazòn.”

“Nice,” Cassie grinned, her hands moving to his back and she hugged him again. “I’m glad you came. I was hoping you would.”

The twinkle in her eye caused his heart to skip. “I’m actually your ride home…” Damian let the fib slip. He was certain he had hearts in his eyes as he watched her frown with her eyebrows drawn in confusion as she tried to decipher his words. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and that move caused his cock to take notice. ‘Down boy,’ he thought.

Cassie lifted her arm to stare at the watch wrapped on her left wrist. She stumbled on her feet and nearly went down until warm hands grabbed her waist. Looking up, her breath caught as she met Damian’s dark brown eyes. Her hand fell on his bicep as she straightened. Her body pressed against his, her eyes never wavering. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Damian grinned. If he wasn’t in love with her before, he was after that look. “You ready to go?”

“Where we goin?” Cassie grinned.

“Back to the hotel.”

“Okay,” Cassie turned back toward the table, frowning seeing it empty. The table was littered with empty shot glasses, beer glasses, high ball glasses, and a pitcher. The chairs pushed back from the table. She reached for the remaining half empty glass containing Bud Light. “I wanted you to meet my friends.”

“Maybe next time.” A single glare over Cassie’s head had them cutting their losses and scattering into the crowd. No doubt searching for someone else to talk into going home with them. He tried to find himself to care about the next unsuspecting girl, but he couldn’t. There was only one woman he cared about and she was currently chugging the rest of the beer in her glass.

“You sure we have to leave?”

Damian nearly gave in when she stared up at him with big doe eyes. Ready to sit in one of the vacated chairs, pull her down in his lap, and order a drink. He nodded his head and gently took her arm to lead her away from table and toward the front of the building.

As they reached the door to leave the bar, the bartender yelled, ‘Last call!’ to the disappointment of the many patrons. He drew her closer when they made it to the sidewalk. When she shivered against the cold, he stopped and slid his jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She swayed on her feet, but didn’t fall. When her eyes met his, she sent him a smile.

In a different time… in a different dynamic, he would have taken her face in his hands and kissed her smiling lips.

“Come on Corazòn,” Damian wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the street to his car. Their steps were disjointed with her inability to walk straight. Every stumble caused her to giggle and clutch him tighter with the hand around his back. He found it hard to care about their slow pace with her hand on him.

Reaching his car, he patted the front pocket of his jeans searching for the keys. His pockets were empty. He had a moment of fright before he heard the giggle next to him. Looking up, he saw her holding his keys in the air.

“Looking for these?”

The keys must have been in the pocket of his jacket. He reached up to take them when she pulled them away. The movement nearly sent her to the ground.

“Nuh huh,” Cassie laughed.

“Come on Corazòn, give me the keys so we can get out of here.”

“Where are we going?” Cassie clutched the keys in her hand, swaying toward Damian.

“Back to the hotel…” Damian’s eyes widened when she moved right into his space. Her hands pressed against his stomach. His muscles twitched beneath her touch. Her hands crawled up his chest to entwine around his neck and his breath caught when she pushed up on her tip toes.

“You didn’t even buy me a drink,” Cassie teased, scrapping her nails over the nape of his neck. His close shaved hair rough on her fingertips.

“Next time Corazòn.” Damian reached up to untangle her arms from around his neck before he did something stupid like kiss her. He was unable to stop from pressing a kiss to her knuckles as he slipped the car keys from her grasp.

When he unlocked the door, Damian helped her into the car. It was pure torture being this close to her – so pliant… so ready… but he would never take advantage of her. The seatbelt proved to be too much of an adversary and he took pity on her. He leaned down and pulled the seatbelt across her body. A shivered worked through him when he felt her lips on his cheek. Then nearly lost his balance when she nipped his ear.

“Behave Corazòn.”

“Sorry,” she giggled sitting back in the seat.

“You are trouble,” Damian clicked the belt in place and backed away. He shut the door and quickly rounded the front of the car getting into the driver’s seat. More of the bar patrons spilled onto the sidewalk and he wanted to get away before he was stopped by a fan.

Starting the car, he quickly checked the mirrors before he pulled out onto the street.

“What’s your passcode?”

Damian looked over at the question and saw his phone in her hand. The screen lit up with a number pad waiting for his passcode to be entered before the phone unlocked. “How’d you get my phone?”

“It was in your coat,” Cassie grinned. “Please?”

Just like that, Damian found himself giving her his passcode. ‘The minx,’ he thought as he chuckled. He hoped he wouldn’t have to do too much damage control with any messages she sent or posted to any of his accounts. Switching into the left lane, he put his turn signal on and stopped at the red light.

“Here, hurry up before it turns green!” Cassie held the phone out in front of her with her right hand and leaned toward Damian.

“What are you doing?” Damian asked, glancing at her.

“Taking a selfie! Hurry before the light turns!”

Damian shook his head, but he shifted in the seat to lean toward the center counsel. The camera was up on his phone. He smiled as she leaned even closer to him, her temple resting on his cheek. The light turned green as she was moving back to her seat. He hit the gas making the turn to head back to the hotel.

Cassie grinned as she pulled up his Instagram account and posted the photo.

‘Uber driver. Highly recommend. Five stars.’

“What are you doing?” Damian asked, hearing the giggles. “Corazòn, if you’re posting crazy stuff…”

“I’m not!” Cassie insisted. She drew up his messages and opened a new one. She attached the selfie and typed in her name. Nothing came up. She frowned. Erasing the name, she typed it in again, hoping her contact info would come up.

“What’s wrong?” The drive was quick in the dead of night. The hotel loomed in front of him.

“I wanted to send this to me, but you don’t have my number…”

“I don’t think so. Just put your number in.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” Damian asked as he was pulled into the hotel parking lot.

“I can’t remember it.”

Damian laughed as he pulled into the empty spot he vacated not that long ago.

“Oh!” Cassie shouted suddenly and typed in Rhea’s name. The text thread came up and she brought the phone closer to her eyes. The letters blurring in front of her.

‘Send this photo to me.’

’Cassie.’

‘I can’t remember my number.’

‘I think I drank too much.’

She giggled as she tucked his phone back in the coat pocket.

“You’re trouble Corazòn.” Damian killed the engine and climbed from the car. He made his way to the passenger side where he opened her door and helped her out. She swayed on her feet and he reached to steady her. “You good?”

Cassie nodded. The movement caused her vision to blur. Her hand clutched his bicep as she waited for the world to right itself. She blew out her breath and smiled up at him as they walked into the hotel. “What does Corazòn mean?”

It was Damian’s turn to stumble. His face heated in embarrassment. The endearment slipped out accidentally earlier and he hadn’t been able to stop using it. Her being impaired felt like a free chance to get away with something so innocent.

“Is it bad?” Cassie leaned against him as they stopped at the elevator.

“Is what bad?” Damian asked, buying time. The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. He kept her close as he hit the number 4.

“Corazòn? Is it bad?”

He cursed under his breath at her small voice. “No. It’s not bad. It means sweetheart.”

“I like that,” Cassie said as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. “Corazòn,” she repeated softly. A warmness flowed through her.

“What’s your room number?” Damian asked. When she stepped off earlier, he hadn’t noticed the direction she took.

“426.”

Damian turned them to the right and walked halfway down the quiet hallway until they came to her door. He watched as she started patting her pockets. The front of her jeans turned up empty. The left back pocket revealed her phone. A sobering thought went through him. What if she gave her room key to the douche at the bar? If that was the case, there was no way he would let her stay in her room. He’d take her to his… Rhea’s…

That would be safer.

He opened his mouth to suggest staying elsewhere when she finally produced her room key. She held it up triumphantly in her hand along with her driver’s license, and folded up cash.

“Success!” She grinned. She frowned when she noticed the cash in her hand. “I drank a lot for someone who didn’t buy a drink all night.”

Damian laughed. “I bet.”

He watched her struggle to keep her hand still enough for the keypad on the door to read the room key. He wrapped his hand around hers to hold it steady. The light turned green. He tugged the handle down and pushed the door open allowing her to enter first. For a moment he thought about letting it shut with her safely inside and he outside, but then she stumbled and fell into the wall.

Stepping into the room, his mind shouted he was entering a dangerous zone. He should leave her to her own devices. Have Rhea check on her in the morning. Obviously glutton for punishment, he stayed. He told himself he was only going to get her shoes off and get her into bed. Fully clothed. Make sure her phone was plugged in with an alarm set. Then he would leave and go back to his own room.

Maybe get her to take some Advil before she passed out. She would definitely be hating life in the morning.

“Are we having a sleepover?”

She looked so cute dwarfed in his jacket. Smiling, he shook his head. “No sleepover. I’m going to make sure you get in to bed.”

Cassie frowned at his words and Damian watched as she made her way forward to stand in front of him. He looked down in her eyes. Her arms once again entwined around his neck and she went up on her tip toes again. Her lips a whispered away. He knew he should step away but he couldn’t. His feet were glued to the floor. “You can…get in to bed with me…Corazòn…”

It was the whispered Spanish term of endearment. It made him weak. Weak enough to lower his head and brush his lips against hers. She tasted of alcohol and the spicy hint of cinnamon. Her lips were soft and pliant. When he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, her lips parted with a sigh. He chased the taste of cinnamon in her mouth as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his body. His tongue stroked against hers, exploring the cavern until he knew it as well as his own.

He withdrew his tongue and the noise she made in protest hit deep in his gut. Her hands clutched the front of his hoodie; the material gripped tight in her hands, pulling it hard across his chest. The whispered, wanton ‘more’ from her mouth caused all the blood to rush below his belt to his hardening cock.

“Damian,” she whispered pressing closer. She felt the hard cock against her belly. Desire pooled at her center and she clenched around nothing feeling empty.

“Cassie,” Damian murmured against her lips. His hands traced down her back over his coat to her ass. He cupped the globes, encased in tight jeans, in his hands and pressed her into his cock, manipulating her hips to move against him.

“I need you…”

Damian froze when he felt her hands at the front of his jeans, trying to work the button open and lower the zipper. He brought one of his hands to wrap around hers, stopping the movement. A low moan escaped from his throat as her hand pressed against his cock. Her fingers working in small ministrations unable to fully move her hand because of his hold. His eyes drifted closed. His free hand threaded through her hair, a much safer location than her ass. He pressed her against his chest as he breathed heavily.

“Please…”

It took everything he had to take a step back. Their hands fell from the front of his jeans. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper, begging to be released. “Wait…” Damian knew he needed to gather control quickly.

“I don’t wanna wait,” Cassie murmured, lifting her head.

Damian bit back a groan. Her lips were puffy and reddened from his kisses.

“I want you…” Cassie dropped her hands from him to slip her arms from his jacket. The leather jacket fell to the floor with a muffled thud as his phone hit the thin carpet. “I’ve wanted you for awhile…”

Damian’s eyes flared at the piece of information. He wished he knew it before he pulled her drunken self from the bar. He stepped back from her when she stepped forward and found himself with his back against the wall separating the room from the bathroom. She pressed a hand on his chest and let it trail down his body. The internal fight had him grabbing her hand just before it reached his cock.

“Let me suck you,” she whispered swaying toward him. “Please. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve dreamt about dropping to my knees in front of you. Pressing my face into your crotch. Breathing you in. Mouthing you through your clothes before pulling the zipper down. Reaching in and baring you to me…” she licked her lips as her mouth filled with saliva as it would in hunger… and she was hungry. Could already feel the weight of his cock on her tongue.

Damian moaned, his eyes closing as his head fell back. His cock twitched in his jeans, eagerly wanting Cassie to do just as she begged. He wanted to let her fall to her knees in front of him. He wanted to hold his cock in his hand as he fed it to her. “We can’t…” The hardest words he ever had to speak.

“That’s okay. I got a list of things I want to do to you… with you.”

He was only a man. A weak man apparently. One definitely glutton for more punishment as if the night hadn’t doled out enough already. “What else?”

Cassie reached out and squeezed his bicep; the hard muscle hidden from view because of his hoodie. “I’ve wanted you to pick me up and fuck me against the wall. Hold me above your cock before lowering me until I’m impaled…”

“Jesus Christ,” Damian groaned. His cock championed that position. To rid her of those skin tight jeans and press her to the wall behind him. Lower his jeans just enough to release his weeping cock and send himself home with one thrust.

“I want to strip you naked. Lay you down on the bed and trace every single tattoo with my tongue until I get to your cock…” Cassie reached for his hand with both of hers. She maneuvered his fingers leaving his pointer finger up. She brought their hands to her lips, where she swiped the pad of his finger with her tongue. “Then I’ll suck your cock…” At his swift intake of breath, she drew his finger into her mouth. Sinking down on the digit in a lewd manner. Her tongue teased the underside as she withdrew. The finger fell from her mouth with a pop.

“I wanna climb on top of you and ride your cock… With your hands on my hips in a bruising grip. I don’t have tattoos, but I’d wear those marks proudly. I wanna sink on your hard cock, slamming down on you, taking you deep inside me. I wanna ride you until completion… coming apart on your cock. Then I want you to roll me over and take me from behind. Pounding in me, while pulling my hair. Taking what you need until you explode. Your cum deep inside of me.”

With his free hand, Damian reached down and squeezed his denim clad cock, trying to stave off coming. The bed was right behind her. He could tear off her clothes and toss her down. Mount her from behind; pistoning in and out of her until completion. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long.

“I also want to straddle your face. Press my pussy down on your mouth forcing your tongue to lick me. Feeling your tongue inside of me. You licking and sucking on my clit. Your arms hooked on my thighs not letting me go. You can’t breath, you’re consumed by me… the smell… the taste of my pussy…God you keep licking. My thighs are quaking until I’m screaming out your name coming all over your lips.”

Damian was nearing the end of his rope. He knew if he shoved his hand down her pants he’d find her dripping. A slight musky scent of arousal hung in the air. It made him want to be the one to drop to his knees and press his face against her center. Toss one of her legs over his shoulders, baring her to him. He wanted to lick until those thighs quaked. Lick until she coated his cheeks with her essence.

“I also want you to take me in the locker room or in a dark hallway at the arena… fast and quick and hard… your hand pressed over my mouth to keep me quiet because someone could find us…I want you to tie me to my bed and make me beg… beg you to kiss me. Beg you to touch me. To put your mouth on me. I want you to mark me. Sucking bruising bites on my skin. My neck… my breasts…my thighs. I want you to mark me with your cum. Watch you with your hand on your cock, stroking up and down, until you explode… your cum painting my body…” Cassie hummed, her eyes falling shut. “I want to watch you stroke yourself. Your hand moving on your cock. See the muscles on your arm dancing as you grip your cock. Your thumb swirling on the head through the pre cum. Watch you lick your hand for a better glide…those thick fingers wrapping around your cock.”

Cassie’s eyes opened and trapped his. “I need to feel those fingers inside of me. One… two… three… stuffing me full…” A breathy moan released from between her lips. “Damian…Corazòn… kiss me. Please…”

Damian could no more refuse the plea than he could stop breathing. With a hand cupping her jaw, he titled her head up as he lowered his. Their lips met in a soft kiss – a much softer kiss than he was feeling after listening to her describe what she wanted to do to him or what she wanted him to do to her. He could feel her trying to push it further, but he kept it light. Their lips moving together.

When she swayed, he broke the kiss and pulled her head to rest on his chest. He closed his eyes and blew out a breath to try to get a reign on his anatomy. “Let’s get you into bed.”

Surprisingly she gave no resistance. As he removed her black booties and socks from her feet, she never tried to hit on him. She stayed silent as he knelt on the ground, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. When he stood up, he reached for the black fitted long sleeve turtleneck shirt. Again, she simply lifted her arms over her head and allowed him to pull it off. His eyes gave a quick glance over the black lace bra before he averted his gaze. He didn’t need any more fodder for his late night activities but he would love to press his lips to the soft mounds encased in the lacy fabric. To tease her nipples through the lace drawing them into stiff peaks before he sucked on them.

“My shirt…”

Damian saw the black t-shirt thrown on the end of the bed and grabbed it. Then, like dressing a child, he pulled it down over her head. He stared in shock as the purple print came into view. It was one of his merchandise shirts.

Cassie giggled as she gripped the hem and pulled the shirt away from her body to straighten the fabric. “Rhea gave it to me as a joke. She knows how much I like Damian…”

Damian’s eyes flickered back to Cassie’s in confusion. Her eyes were glazed and he frowned at the far away look in them. The alcohol apparently had taken over her body. He knew from his own experience she was about ready to be gone from the world.

“But you can’t tell him.”

Damian chuckled softly at the secretive whisper in Cassie’s voice. “Why not?” He told himself not to push anymore. He picked his leather jacket up from the floor where Cassie dropped it.

“Because I know he doesn’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t he like you?” Damian asked, interested to hear the answer.

“I’m dorky. I’m too short. I’m too shy. I like country music. I don’t really like going out. I like to stay home…” Cassie reached for her jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button.

“I have it on good authority that he likes you.” Already pushing the line, Damian reached out and undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. With both hands, he pushed the jeans down her hips. Stumbling a little when she decided to sit down on the bed. He knelt at her feet and pulled the jeans from her legs. His hands twitched to run up and down those smooth legs. From her small, dainty feet capped with dark purple nail polish, all the way up to her thighs.

“That’s what Rhea said…” Cassie fell back onto the bed on her back. Her eyes drifting shut. She offered no resistance when she felt her body being lifted and moved. Her head came down on a soft, cool pillow. Soon a blanket covered her body and warmth settled her. Her eye lids felt heavy – too heavy to open.

He was gonna buy Rhea breakfast in the morning. Damian grabbed her discarded jeans and dug her phone out of the pocket. The lock screen lit up showing a few notifications – from Amazon, The Weather Channel, SnapChat, and an alarm found, along with a text from Rhea.

‘Why are you texting me from Damian’s phone???? Did you finally tell him?!’

He smirked at the text. Toyed with the thought of texting from Cassie’s phone, but ultimately plugged it on to the charger next to the bed. He placed the other items from her jeans next to her phone before tossing the jeans over the open suitcase. Looking around, he realized it was time to go.

Before he left, he was unable to stop himself from leaning down and placing a kiss on Cassie’s forehead.

“I love you Damian.”

Damian’s breath caught at the whisper. The words warmed him from the inside out, settling something deep in his soul. Tilting his head down, his eyes met hers. Time and alcohol weighing heavily on them. “Cassie…”

“I do. You’re kind and patient. You’re fun to be around. Funny. Accepting. I love how you love your family. How you work hard and keep pushing no matter what Creative or life throws at you. You’re supportive. I love your friendship with Rhea. It makes me jealous at times and I wish I can be that easy with you. I love how you always smile when you see me. How you ask how I’m doing and about my family. I love your arms. I love how I felt safe and protected the few times you hugged me. Like nothing could ever hurt me when I’m in your arms. I love your smile and the way one side tilts up. It makes my heart skip a beat. I love your laugh. How you make me laugh. I love your voice. How deep it is. Your accent…I get butterflies. I love your eyes. They’re so expressive. How they somehow sparkle when you’re happy even though they are so dark. How they crinkle when you smile. They make me melt…”

Damian nearly jumped when he felt the caress on his hand. Looking down he watched Cassie’s fingers brush over the back of his hand.

“Your hands… I love the shape of them. The long fingers… the veins on the back. The amount of roughness on the palm. I stare at them often. Not just imagining how they’d feel on my body, but how they would look holding my hand. How it would feel brushing my hair away from my face. I love your beautiful skin – tanned and tattooed. How tall you are…and how perfectly we’d fit together despite the height differences. How strong you are… not just physically…you could shoulder all my worries and fears…”

Her voice grew softer and softer as she lost the battle with consciousness, but he never heard anyone more clearly. Damian had many relationships over the years dating back to his junior high days. None of them ever compared to what he was feeling right now. He felt complete for the first time in his life; like a missing piece had slid home. His heart felt full.

Leaning down, Damian brushed his lips against hers. He kept it soft and light and was surprised when he felt the small movement of her lips against his. “Tell me when you’re sober, Corazòn and I’ll give you the world.”

Click here to read 'Sober', a continuation of Tell Me When You're Sober

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Back Into Trouble (Winchester!Reader x Winchester Bros PLATONIC)

A sequel to Brother Mine

This fic takes place somewhere near the end of season 1, after episode 19 but before episode 20. In addition, there's a song called Brother Mine that is really sweet and cute especially if put into this context of being Sam and Dean's, but especially Dean's, older brother. "I know that I sit and I worry too much/Especially when you come home such a sight/But I guess what you've got to do, boy, you go ahead and do it/And I sure hope things will be all right"

You may not have enjoyed returning to hunting, but you're damn good at it.

Although it's made even more frustrating when your father actually calls in.

You're not so thrilled about continuing on this... gallivanting cross-country, especially when John is chasing down the demon that killed your mother.

But Sam seems to have come to terms with it, though you honestly feel like that might have more to do with his desire to avenge Jess.

The real problem you see with your little brothers is their inability to let go.

You had all been raised by John in the hunting lifestyle, the family business.

But it's been decades since your mother's death. A horrible thing, that you have had to come to terms with having no real answers for.

And you can understand the desire for vengeance, for a clear-cut answer that will "solve everything."

It won't.

Something you've tried to get your brothers to think about is the future. About what they want out of their lives.

Because you remember how it was, living completely in the moment, day to day, hunt to hunt. And it was Bobby who pointed out that you had potential, that you deserved a life, if not now, then at least the promise of one.

So you convince them to take a rest in Massachusetts after leaving a hunt. Just to take a couple of days for hanging out.

Dean wants to see the Cheers bar and Sam wants to visit the Old North Church, so you get an actual hotel suite in Boston.

You check in with your colleagues and employees, apologizing for being incommunicado for so long. Thankfully the hotel has a business center with a fax machine you can sign invoices and contracts with.

Dean looks at you curiously. "So... you really did just... start a business?"

"Technically I bought it out from the owner who wanted to retire. So more... maintaining."

"You really are just... out of the life."

"I was, til you two called me."

"...sorry." Dean mumbles, and you grab his shoulder.

"Don't be. I was never doing this for Dad. I'm here for you and for Sammy."

Dean nods thoughtfully.

"You saw him. With that girl at the art gallery. He liked her. She liked him."

"Yeah."

"And you... with Cassie."

"Your point being?"

"Life keeps building off-ramps for you but you keep on truckin down this road."

Dean scowls. "Look, I'm not stupid. I know this life is dangerous. I know my days are probably numbered. But I'm making a difference. I'm saving people."

"What about you?"

He blinks. "What about me?"

"I'm done trying to force you out of the life, Dean. It's your choice. When we finally deal with all this shit - when the bastard that killed Mom is dead and you and Sam are finally free... I'm not gonna stop you if you go back to hunting."

"You're not?"

You nod. "But I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose contact with you again. I'll be there when you need a place to crash or a voice to call. Maybe you'll even visit me.

"Just... I need you to promise me you're not gonna run yourself into the ground. None of this has been your fault. It's not your fault about Mom, and it wasn't your fault I left, and it's not your fault that Dad couldn't really be a dad to us."

Dean wants to protest but you shush him. "You're gonna do what you do. And I'm gonna stop hunting again. For good this time. But when you decide it's time to come home... I hope you come to me, little brother."

You stand up then, leaving Dean to his thoughts. He's quiet for the rest of the day, but you feel an almost companionable nature to the silence.

And just maybe, after this all... maybe your brothers will follow you away from the things that go bump in the night.

[toasttt11]

boston

January 8, 2022

Hayden let out a sigh as cuddled to her warm pillow slowly walking up and took a deep breath and immediately smelled Matt’s cologne and she pulled back a little and realized Matt stayed the night and they were cuddling.

Hayden just hummed leaned back closer to him enjoying the warmth radiating off of him and closed her eyes being content to stay in her best friend’s arms.

Matt’s eyes fluttered opened and realized he had fell asleep in Hayden’s hotel and breathed in sharply looking down and seeing Hayden in his arms cuddling with him. It is only what he dreamed over for years and he let out content sigh not believing it was real and pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t still dreaming.

“I’m not moving your warm.” Hayden softly said feeling him waking up.

Matt blinked even more shocked realizing she was awake and didn’t move away, “You never have to move.” Matt told her honestly as he would happily live the rest of his life with Hayden in his life.

Hayden hummed softly and closed her eyes and made a happy sound as Matt started gently running his fingers through her long dirty blonde hair.

Matt and Hayden stayed cuddled for a good while neither of them wanting to love and Hayden kept falling back to asleep in his arms.

Matt eventually knew they had to get up because he knew Hayden was getting hungry and he sadly sat up a little making Hayden move a little off of him and lay her head on the pillow, “Come on Lee, let’s get go get breakfast.” Matt softly encouraged.

Hayden softly groaned not wanting to leave the warmth but eventually sat up and rubbed her eyes, she gestured for Matt to use the bathroom and all the spare toiletries to get ready as she woke up more.

Matt just kept his sweatpants on and threw his hoodie back on after he finished getting ready in the bathroom.

Hayden grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants,a thick black hoodie, her black converses and a black hat.

Hayden and Matt both slipped their coats on as they headed out of her hotel room and headed to his car, “So where are we eating?” Hayden asked him as he opened the car door her.

“You’ll see.” Matt grinned and shut the door for her and got into the car and started driving.

Matt drove them to one of his favorite little diner that has the best breakfast, Matt parked the car and opened the door for Hayden.

Hayden blinked as the snow was falling but a lot more than she thought and the snow landed all over her face.

They walked up to the diner and Matt opened the front door for Hayden and they got seated in a small little booth near the window.

Matt scooted into the booth close to Hayden as Hayden started looking through the menu.

Matt and Hayden talked and laughed together as they waited for the breakfast for come out and were drinking their coffee’s.

Hayden hummed happily as she took a bit of her french toast and Matt smiled knowing she would like it.

Matt smirked at her glare as he paid for breakfast before she could, “You can pay next time.” Matt grinned playfully at her knowing he never lets her pay.

Hayden just shook her head fondly at him as they got out of the car and Matt had them walk around the area of the diner that had a lot of little cute shops and some older buildings.

They kept walking for a little while going into some stores once in awhile and the snow was starting to pick up so when they walked by the car, Matt stopped them from walking and grabbed a red scarf in his car and walked back to Hayden and wrapped it around her neck and face noticed her nose getting red from the cold.

Hayden smiled slightly and linked her arm with Matt’s wanting to stay close to Matt as he is so warm as they continued to walk around together.

Matt could tell Hayden was getting really cold so he made them head back to the car and he turned the heater on high for her making her sigh happily.

Matt started diving the car and drove them to drive thru coffee shop and Hayden smiled realizing she could get a warm drink and ordered a hot latte.

Matt smiled shaking his head seeing how happy she was as she took a sip of her coffee.

Matt had parked the car after they got the coffee so they were just sitting together in the wake car enjoying their coffees together.

Hayden’s phone went off and she cursed seeing the notification from the airport, no flights were going out for the rest of the day because of how much it was snowing and she was supposed to leave tonight.

“What?” Matt looked over hearing her making an annoyed sound.

“My flight got delayed till tomorrow.” Hayden explained and while she was annoyed of the hassle involving a delayed fight she really didn’t mind too much, she was heading to Michigan to see Ellen, Jim and Luke and she was gonna spend a few days with them so missing one day wasn’t to bad. Besides she will get to spend more time with Matt and she never is annoyed by that.

Matt made a sympathetic face but was also happy to get more time with Hayden especially since he was going to be taking her to airport soon and now he doesn’t have to do that till tomorrow

“Well i was gonna have dinner with my mom and Mikey so you’re joining.” Matt teased as he playfully didn’t give her an option to decline.

“Alright.” Hayden playfully groaned back scrunching her nose at him making Matt grin and boop her nose making her smile.

Hayden and Matt just sat in the car in comfortable silence with the radio on low just enjoying their coffee’s together watching it snow.

Matt drove them to his mom’s house once they finished their coffee and they both hurried inside once Matt parked.

Matt helped Hayden take off her coat and scarf and then took off his own as Hayden slipped off her shoes.

“Matt is that you?” Jennifer called out hearing the door open from where she was cooking in the kitchen.

“Yeah mom.” Matt called back resting a hand on Hayden’s back as they walked through his mom’s house.

“Hi Hayden!” Jennifer grinned as she set down the towel and walked closed to Hayden to hug her, she didn’t get to much time to talk to Hayden at the game and Matt had all of Hayden’s attention at dinner.

“Hi.” Hayden smiled back hugging her softly.

“You are soaking wet.” Jennifer frowned, “Matt go give her some clothes.” Jennifer gave her soma stern glance making him laugh and guide Hayden out of the kitchen and to his room.

Hayden looked around Matt’s room curiously and saw a board with some photos and smiled as she saw a few photos with her in them.

“Here.” Matt offered her a pair of wild sweatpants with his number on them and wild t-shirt.

Hayden laughed at his teasing smile but took his wild clothes and headed to the bathroom getting changed into his clothes.

Matt’s clothes were a little bit bigger but incredibly comfortable making Hayden never want to give his clothes back.

Matt had changed when Hayden was in the bathroom and he turned around and froze seeing Hayden coming out in his clothes, he swallowed harshly his cheeks brining as he shook his head.

Matt and Hayden headed back to the kitchen and Michael was in the kitchen helping Jennifer finish the lays few things.

Jennifer smiled at the two as they walked in and knew one day Hayden and Matt would be together.

The four all sat around the table eating dinner and talking for a while and Matt had a soft smile seeing how well Hayden always gets along with his mom and brother.

After a few hours once it was getting dark Matt and Hayden decided it was time to get her back to the hotel as she had an early flight.

Hayden said her byes to Jennifer and Michael before getting into the car and Matt drove them back to her hotel.

“Come read with me?” Hayden asked hopefully again making Matt smile and nod and they headed up to her room.

Hayden decided to pack up her bags so she didn’t have to do it in the morning and then joined Matt in bed as he was reading already.

Hayden was too tired to get a boom and just laid down resting her head on Matt’s shoulder and Matt quietly began reading out loud until Hayden fell asleep.

Matt closed the book softly and looked down at her and knew he would be staring again and laid his head down closing his eyes.

January 9, 2022

Hayden and Matt both woke up early in each other’s arms again but got out bed and they had to get up to head to airport, Hayden grabbed her stuff and they left her room.

Matt and Hayden put her things in the car and they started the short drive to the airport.

Hayden yawned as she leaned across the center console leaning her head on Matt’s arm as he drove.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Hayden softly told her, she missed the days she got to see her best friends every day especially Matt.

Matt frowned slightly, “I’m gonna miss you too Lee.” Matt missed her terribly most of the time now but hopefully with Matt playing in the NHL now he would get to see her a few more times in the season.

Matt pulled into the parking lot right across from the entrance Hayden had to go into and hopped out of the car opening the door for Hayden and grabbing her bags for her.

Matt and Hayden starred at each other for a few moments and Matt opened his arms and Hayden immediately fell into his arms hugging him tightly. Matt softly cupped the back of her head closing his eyes savoring their hug.

Matt went to reluctantly let go of her after a few moments but Hayden just clung to him tighter, “Few more minutes.” Hayden mumbled to wanting to let go yet.

Matt softly smiled and hugged for a few more moments, “I’ll see you soon.”

Hayden nodded and softly let go of Matt starring at him with a small frown and her eyes slowly shut as Matt pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, “Bye Matty.”

Hayden gave him one more smile before walking away into the airport.

Matt watched her walk away with a bittersweet smile.

[bleumanouchesims]

Summer 1890

The couple were giddy with excitement as they stepped foot off the train and finally in Brindleton, Massachusetts. Once they reached Boston, there was a slight mix up due to misreading the train tickets. Their tickets were for May and not April. So they stayed at a hotel near the train station for a month. During that month, Toulouse managed to purchase some apple and lemon seeds to start their orchard as well as some parsley and garlic seeds to put by their front door. It wouldn't do to have bad luck in their new home. He also bought a few small mirrors for the same reason.

They had to leave their trunk temporarily at the station because they had to walk to their home. Toulouse said he would return the next day to retrieve it.

It was a long, long walk and had took most of the after noon but soon the most beautiful sight in the world appeared. Their home! A home they can keep forever and ever and not have to move away from in the night.

Their little cabin was small but to them it was a palace. The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning the dust and cobwebs. Then they performed a ritual to bless their new home.

After a simple supper of tomato soup, they decided that it was finally time. When they wed, they had decided that, mostly due to Rosalie being so young, to delay consummating their union. But now four years later, it felt right that should truly start their new life in America.

***

Toulouse was able to gather 3 skeps of bees and planted the seeds of lemons and apples. He was finally able to register as a fisherman under John Pew & Sons fisheries thanks to their closet neighbor, John Reed. The downside to this was that Toulouse was often gone for anywhere from two weeks to a month. Rosalie was constantly worried whenever he left for Gloucester, his violin on his back. To keep herself sane, she joined a knitting club with the other wives of Brindleton. She also started to arrange flowers for fun instead of necessity and found she liked it. She also enjoyed caring for the bees and even learned how to make mead.

Sometime in late September, she started to notice some... hanges about herself. She could barely stand to put her chemise on, let alone her corset, due to the tenderness in her breasts. Not only that but it seemed as if her nipples were getting bigger and darker. Then she thought about it. She hasn't had her curse since they arrived in Brindleton.

Apprehension turned to joy, as she realized she was pregnant! Oh it was finally happening, a baby was surely a lucky thing to have. However, once Toulouse returned, he was happy for them but it was another burden on his already exhausted mind. Days of only four hours of sleep were beginning to take their toll on him.

However, they would manage. Devla had blessed them so much. They should appreciate the luck He had graced them with.

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Yay! They are home! I decided that this version of Brindleton is just outside of Gloucester, MA. Mainly because one of my hyperfixations is maritime disasters and history, and Gloucester is the setting of the movie that started that hyperfixation, The Perfect Storm. I imagine Brindleton is also in Essex County and is inbetween Gloucester and the Maine border. (Bleu is not living MA so he might get some things inaccurate)

According to Rromani tradition at the time, Toulouse and Rosalie had an arranged marriage. Rosalie was 14 and Toulouse was 23. Instead of consumating, they decided to wait. During this time, they found out that despite not having known each other prior, they made for good friends. This is similar to my Baba and Grandfather's arranged marriage, only Baba was 15.

I'm so excited for the new baby!

I'm still getting into the groove of writing my own characters that are not Sweetjane, so they may seem boring >.< for now.

[blondebrainpowered]

Ask Google who was the first woman to run the Boston Marathon and you'll find the name Kathrine Switzer, along with a photo that appears to show a group of men chasing and manhandling a woman with the number 261 pinned to her midriff.

It is a shocking image that easily fits a narrative of embedded misogyny, but this is not the real story of the first woman to run the world's oldest continually staged marathon. The truth, as so often, is far from black and white.

Bobbi Gibb, was the first woman to run the Boston Marathon in 1966, she ran without a number because women were not allowed in the race.

Gibb completed her first Boston Marathon in an impressive three hours, 21 minutes and 40 seconds - faster than two-thirds of the competitors.

A now iconic image shows her running alone, her face grimacing as she nears the finish line. On both sides, spectators crane their necks, ignoring other runners passing by, desperate to glimpse the first female finishing the storied race.

Crossing the line, she was greeted warmly by Massachusetts State Governor John Volpe, who shook her hand and offered his congratulations before being ushered into a hotel room where the world's press waited breathlessly.

 In 1967, she was joined by Katherine Switzer, the runner often portrayed as the first woman to run the race, who she beat by more than an hour. Katherine was the first woman to be registered to run the race using her initials and a male coach to pick up said number. The following year, five women ran the Boston Marathon, with Gibb winning once again.

In 2016, 50 years after that momentous race, Ethiopia's Atsede Bayisa presented Gibb with her Boston Marathon winner's trophy after learning of the events of 1966.

"Each year, they celebrate me as a three-time winner, which is fun, but the main thing is I get to meet all these amazing people from all over the world, all social groups, all ethnic groups, races, genders - we love each other - we make friends," says Gibb.

A runner, scientist, lawyer, artist, and author - Bobbi Gibb has done it all and continues to promote a positive message regarding equality.

"One of my purposes was to end the stupid war between the sexes, where men had to live in this little box and women had to live in another little box," says Gibb.

[devox2564]

In Your Heart

Jake Kizka x fem reader

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), first date fluff, corny as fuck Christmas references

Author’s Note: This chapter was very lightly edited, so please excuse any grammatical errors or less than stellar word choices, I reallly wanted to get this chapter out for you all.

Chapter Eight: Needy

The set itself has already improved tenfold since that first show in Nashville. Each song is tighter and perfected. Your technique has never been better. Watching the guys perform is like watching an animal evolve in real time, each show exhilarating but unique from the last.

Things with Jake have lulled into a sort of familiarity that is a little too close to be just friendly. Stolen kisses in tucked away corners and nights spent in deep conversation. He knows more about you than anyone alive on this planet. It's vulnerability in a way that you aren't quite comfortable with yet.

Currently, you're sitting in a hotel room all to yourself. Thank god they booked you all individually instead of doubled up. You loved your bandmates like sisters at this point but... some privacy is much appreciated. Grey sweatpants hang off your hips and your hair hangs in tendrils around your face. The Boston skyline is already twinkling in the purple of sunset. It's nearing Christmas and you see lights scattered far below illuminating the snow dusted streets.

Your phone rings. You answer without looking, knowing that it's Jake.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hello dahhhling" his English drawl greets you.

"What's up?" You ask him chuckling a bit.

"Would you be able to pencil me in tonight? Sayy, 7:00? Drinks?"

"Are you.. the Jacob Thomas Kizka finally asking me out?" You prod him.

"Indeed madam" he replies seriously.

"Let me get dressed. I'll meet you in the lobby." You say and hang up on him before he can reply.

Shit. You have nothing to wear on a date. You pick through your suitcase and land on a pair of straight jeans and an oversized crewneck, praying he hasn't made any sort of fancy reservation.

The elevator ride down gives you a full view of the atrium of the hotel. Tall ceilings are strung with twinkling lights and Christmas trees litter the large room where people meander about. You spot him near the doors waiting. His long hair is pulled up into a messy knot at the back of his head, just brushing the collar of a dark brown leather jacket. He spots you and waves as you descend the last few floors and disappear from view.

He pulls you into a hug as soon as you reach him. "I missed you." He says squeezing you tight around your shoulders and lifting your toes off the ground.

"You saw me less than an hour ago on the bus." You say, your airway constricted.

"An hour too long in my opinion." He puts you down.

You laugh before asking "So where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on." and he slips his hand in yours leading you outside.

It's very cold outside and you silently thank yourself for packing a decent jacket at least. The snow is falling lazily now, and the wind has slacked just enough to allow you some peace as you walk. Jake leads you down a few blocks and into a different hotel lobby and a different elevator. You ride up for what seems like an eternity. He's still holding your hand and tucks it into his coat pocket running his thumb soothingly up and down your pointer finger. Even in the cold this casual touch tingles more than usual, your body responding to an affection it has sorely missed.

You finally step off of the elevator and into a large room with walls of glass. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the view. You can see the whole skyline of the city from up here. Even better than the view from your hotel room. You glance over at him and he's grinning smugly as if he knew this place would be impressive to you.

You roll your eyes inwardly. He does know you very well then. You are in awe. Music plays softly, and dim lights sparkle and bounce off of the windows. He leads you to a deep sofa near the edge of the room and deposits you there. "Wait here I'll go and get us drinks."

After a few moments he returns and the two of you curl up and sip for a moment. Conversation is just as easy as it always is. The two of you spend quite a bit of time discussing the tour so far: your favorite cities, the best crowds, nicest hotels, and so on. After all the topics relating to shows and performances are expended, you sit for a while in comfortable silence admiring the city from your perch. His brown eyes shine in the lights of the skyline. "You know, I'm kicking myself for not agreeing to go out when you first asked me." You admit to him a bit unwillingly.

"Oh I knew you would be." He grins. "But I won't hold that against you."

"Oh well thank you so much Jacob" you really roll your eyes at him now.

"I'm kicking myself for not asking you out the second I knew that creep had blown his shot with you. If that makes you feel any better." He casually reaches out and intertwines his fingers with yours on the back of the couch.

"It does thanks." The mention of David in the moment doesn't even phase you.

"You know, I've never been with someone I had a real friendship with first?" You offer up.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"It was always right down to business. I've not gotten the chance to really know someone the way I know you. Not before things get serious at least." He's silent and you continue. "It feels... strange to for this to be so natural to me."

"Strange in a good way I hope." His smile is soft now, less goofy than before.

"In a very good way."

"I'm glad we've gotten to be friends. You help keep my head on straight. You steady me and knock me off kilter all at once." He's looking out at the sky while he speaks. "I was worried for a while that I'd never be able to move on, you know? Get on with my life."

"That's why I was so worried about this becoming more for us. I was afraid we'd fuck it up and I'd lose you altogether."

He seems amused at this comment, like it'd never even crossed his mind that this progression could complicate things.

"Do you want to know when I knew this was going to be something?" He asks

"Hmmm..." you think "it has to be the vomiting on your shoes thing. One of the highlights of our friendship for sure."

He laughs "Nope."

"Ok so what then? I don't know how I could top that for you." You joke, sliding your shoes off and swinging your legs up and across his lap to face him.

"That night I sliced my hand open in the kitchen." He admits still laughing.

"You're kidding." You giggle in reply.

"I'm definitely not. Watching you bandage me up, make fun of me for hating blood. We'd spent weeks scraping each other off the floor and then it just hit me all of a sudden." He pauses "I just felt something shift and from then on it was just different for me. I wanted to grab you and kiss you right then."

"Buttt you didn't." You couldn't damper your smile even if you'd wanted to.

"And then I heard you playing the piano the next morning. I really knew it was over for me then." He unlaces his fingers and reaches out to brush your cheek with his thumb.

You lean into his hand involuntarily. His calloused fingers burning against your still cool skin. He's studying your face like it's the first and last time he'll ever see it. That's how he's always looked at you, you realize.

"That was the first night I noticed things felt different between us. I didn't want to admit it to myself. But turns out I was right." You smirk. Leave it to you to interrupt a tender moment with gloating, but he doesn't seem to care.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, comfortable in the dimly lit space. The noise from the bar comes into the foreground.

"Is this Last Christmas?" You ask straining to hear the music.

"I think so." He says also listening.

"This is my favorite Christmas song." You admit to him with a laugh. "It's so fucking cheesy I know."

He tries to hold back his snort, but it comes anyways and he's full on laughing. You push his shoulder and he raises his hands up in mock defeat.

"Hey, as far as Christmas music goes, I suppose Wham! is an acceptable choice." He wipes at his eyes.

He moves your legs from his lap and braces his hands on his knees to stand from his seat. Turning around, he stretches out a hand to you. "Dance with me?"

"You're serious?" you ask him with a raise of your eyebrow.

"If it's your favorite, then I guess it's my favorite now too." He's being sincere now.

Looking around and deciding the bar is empty enough to avoid any embarrassment, you stand up and take his hand. In a second you're  chest to chest swaying in time to George Michael's cheesy poppy voice.

You rest your head on his shoulder and drink the feel of him in. Warm, comforting, like home. Eyes closed, you listen to the music. It's impossible to peel the smile away from your lips. Your arms are draped around his shoulders like you're back at a middle school dance. His hands travel down to rest in the small of your back. This movement sends small tingles up your spine. You turn your head and gently brush your lips against his cheek, lingering there in the dim light.

"Hey." Jake says as the song ends and you pull away to look at him.

"Hey." You say back, looking into his eyes.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asks, his hands still firm on your back.

You crane your head and kiss him in reply. Sweet and deep, but also with just a bit of urgency. A promise of things to come.

"Alright, let's go." He says, his eyes a little darker than you saw them last. He leads you away and into the elevator.

.....

Back at the hotel, he pushes the button for the elevator. "The top floor? We're all on 7."

"Just shush." He says smiling down at you mischievously

"You know better than anyone that that's physically impossible for me." You side eye him. "And anyway-"

Your lips are against his in a flash. It's like a dam inside him has finally broken and he's kissing you like the world has ended. You melt into his arms, no resistance left inside you. His tongue just brushes your bottom lip as the elevator slows and prepares to stop. He pulls away.

"The next time you want me to shut up, that'll do. Much less annoying." You say staring into his eyes, damning the elevator.

"Come on." He replies and grabs your hand.

Jake leads you down the hallway and slides a key card out of his pocket. In a flash, a door is open and you're standing in a hotel room much larger and prettier than yours. There's a king sized bed centered against the wall overlooking the entire city. Art covers the walls and a large white bathtub is snuggled in the corner next to a master bathroom with walls of glass. A true penthouse view, not dissimilar from the one at the bar. You glance to your left and spot a huge bouquet of white roses.

"What is all this Jake?" You're a little bit stunned.

He shuts the door and spins you around to face him. "Well, I figured if I was going to romance you I ought to do it right."

Jake's hands are on your hips and his eyes are dark and heavy lidded. You can't find the words to reply, letting the silence fill with the sound of your breathing. You reach up and slowly pull his hair down out of its tie, running your fingers through it and resting your hand at the nape of his neck. The other hand caresses his cheek, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone and traveling all the way down to gently brush his lower lip. His breath hitches a bit. That's all you need.

Your lips find his again. This kiss is again different than the others. This one tests nothing, asks no questions, and needs no confirmation. It's hot and heavy with a need you've been denying each other for months. The two of you are entwined, a whirl of hands and lips and tongues. Your thighs hit the edge of the mattress, but you have no recognition of moving closer to it. Jake lowers you down onto the bed, settling overtop of you. Pulling away for a moment, he takes a long deep breath. His eyes rake up and down your still clothed form. You smile at him, letting out a breathy laugh.

He catches your lips in another deep kiss and allows his hands to roam up and down your body. His fingertips leave no skin untouched. Your neck, your face, your shoulders, before he creeps up the hem of your shirt and caresses the warm skin of your stomach. Up up up, cupping your breast in his hand. The nipple pebbles in response through the thin fabric of your bra, begging to be touched. You feel his full weight against you and urge your hips up to meet him.

"This has got to go." His voice is low and husky as he tugs your shirt up and you quickly pull it off, tossing it aside. You allow your bra to join it on the floor without hesitation.

He drinks you in, your breasts heaving with the effort of your breath. Your nipples hard and alert. Clear evidence of your arousal. You can feel as he looks at you that the warmth and wetness between your legs is growing by the second. The anticipation. The waiting, the wanting, the needing.

Faces only inches apart, he tears his gaze from your body to your face. There is clear desperation swimming in his expression. "I need you." He says.

"I need you." Your reply breathily.

His eyes grow dark, pupils blown, “Say it again.”

His order throws you off and you hesitate.

“Say it. Again.” He repeats, lifting your chin with his index finger.

“I need you Jake.” Your voice is a whisper.

Still fully clothed, he pulls away. Deftly, his hands work the buttons of your jeans and you're nearly bare save for your underwear.

"Your turn." you gesture a hand at him, regaining some of your composure before he can move closer again. The corners of his mouth creep up into a grin. Before you can protest, his lips are exploring your body. He does however, make the effort to remove his jacket and shirt, tossing them haphazardly across the room.

"Look, you're already wet for me." He teases, gently brushing his fingers against the thin cotton between your thighs just as his mouth closes around your nipple. His tongue flicks, and you gasp which seems to amuse him.

"You know," he says, pausing to trail lips and tongue down the flat of your stomach "I've been dreaming," over the curve of your hip "of tasting you" the tops of your thighs "for months."

You look down at him kneeling at the edge of the bed. He holds your eyes as he kisses the creamy soft skin of your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the apex. He allows his nose to brush the fabric of your panties and you feel your clit already begging for a release. This is absolutely torturous.

You’re barely aware of the sensation of the cotton fabric sliding down your legs, or the soft trace of his fingertips on your ankles. Not until his mouth fully closes around you do you come back into your body and the fullness of sensation. Your back arches and he presses you down into the bed with one hand while his tongue dances circles around your clit, working you into a frenzy.

Another order rings out suddenly, his lips momentarily abandoning you, your cunt begging for release. “Look at me.”

You obey, desperate for him to continue.

“I want to see you cum. See it in those beautiful eyes alright?” It’s more of an order than a question. You’re more than happy to oblige. Maybe the only instance since you’ve known him that you let yourself concede.

His fingers curl into you, invited in gladly. His eyes never leave yours as his tongue resumes its previous endeavor. You feel the warmth of your impending orgasm rising from your belly and spreading out into your limbs. His fingertips brush that sweet secret spot inside and linger there, moving faster and faster in time with his tongue.

“Jake, Jake, please..” your voice is strangled as you struggle to look at him, resisting the urge to throw your head back as the feeling surges toward you. His eyes remain, dark and deep and endlessly staring into you.

You know you can’t hold on any longer. “Please, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes..”

You unravel on his lips, his tongue flicking and lapping as his fingers fuck you, hitting just the right spot to blur your vision and set you on fire. You cry out into the night as you ride the waves of this most intense pleasure.

“Mmm good girl.” He says, relieving his tongue but allowing his fingers to continue. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself oh so sweet on his lips.

“Who knew you could follow orders so well?” He says.

“Only for you Jakey.” You reply as playfully as you can muster through your gasping breaths.

He smirks, curling his fingers inside you just to watch your back arch.

“So meann.” You whine when he returns to his slow steady rhythm.

He chuckles deep in his chest and pecks your lips “I’ll show you mean if you want baby. It could be a very long night for you.”

You do not reply, but hope to yourself that it is a long night. A very, very long night indeed.

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Longest chapter so far guys. And our first real taste of spice. Thought it might be fun to make their first date a little Christmas Special while I was at it. Don’t worry though, this particular interaction isn’t over. I just wanted to make sure you had something good to chew on before the holiday. ;)

-E

[cabinofimagines]

Near Death Experience

I changed the text a bit from the request, but this is what worked for me! Pairing: Poly!Fierrochase x gn!reader, Alex Fierro x reader x Magnus Chase Request: Uh, hi. This is my first request so i don't know how to start, but can you make a poly!Fierrochase one? Maybe add a little bit of angst where the reader nearly dies in the mortal realm but suddenly Sam takes the reader to Valhalla (Sorry i suck at spelling cuz English id my second language) but Alex and Magnus doesn't know that and sobs themselves to sleep and becomes a lil' depressed until they see the reader at breakfast the next morning? If you can ily and thank you! If you can't it's fine and thank you and ily regardless :) Word count: 1.1k Warnings: mentions of death etc. -Asnyox

The day had started just fine, you were hanging with your lovers for most of it, going on a date. It wasn’t much of a date, as you three mostly decided to walk around Boston for the day. Away from Hotel Vahalla, away from other friends or duties at the Chase place. However neither of your lovers had expected to find you, passed out, after saying goodbye. 

Sam had been the way to inform them. Apparently you were caught off guard when you were making your way back to the Chase place, and you had been lucky enough to have stumbled upon Sam afterwards. Magnus couldn’t move fast enough to your location, and somehow he had felt like he had been too late, even if you were still alive, but unconscious. 

“Look, if I had been around-” Magnus started but Alex gripped his shoulder. 

“You weren’t,” Alex glared at Magnus, “You couldn’t have been! So don’t fucking blame yourself when you better worry about (Y/n).” Alex took a shuddering breath, “I will not grief- let you grief when they’re not yet dead.” She had been holding on, keeping up her appearance thus far, but it was crumbling. Alex sighed, holding back the tears she could feel behind her eyes, “Just focus on regaining energy, maybe they need more healing.” 

Magnus wasn’t a stranger to losing a loved one, but it had become rarer. He knew now that he could heal people, and that’s all you needed to get round, right? When he was around pain wouldn’t last long- yet somehow he hadn’t been enough to heal you. There weren’t any physical wounds, but why hadn’t you woken yet? Magnus wasn’t entirely stunned- he had noticed that when he tried to heal you, he hadn’t caught any glimpses of your memories and consciousness. Magnus normally didn’t have control over it happening, but when bringing one back from the brink of death if had always happened, and yet, with you, it hadn’t. Were you too far gone? Or did Magnus know you too well to need to catch your memories?

Alex didn’t want to face the reality- the fact that even in this world of gods, you might die. Alex had seen the impossible happen again and again, yet right now the possibility of losing you seemed so real. And she didn’t face any of this- not yet, not when you were still breathing. She wouldn’t mourn, cry, panic until you were truly six feet under. She had to be strong, she’s always had to be strong. 

It took you three days to wake up. Throughout these days you were never alone, Magnus and Alex took shifts, barely able to put up with the other while you were struggling. It wasn’t t that they blamed each other- it was their own inabilities to face their feelings and be vulnerable while you weren’t yet gone. You wouldn’t be gone is what they both wanted to believe, but crying over your unconscious form together was too close to admitting the dire situation. There was strength in denial. 

And then your eyes shifted, your mouth felt dry but your body didn’t hurt. You were uncomfortable- that was sure, but as you tried to move your arm to rub your eyes you were met with resistance. As you stretched your hand you notice another hand holding it tightly. Softly, you heard Magnus’s voice whisper your name, and you wanted to respond but it came out as a groan. The warmth- oh, the hand holding yours had been sweaty- left your hand, and you moved your fingers, bringing your arm to your face and finally rubbing your eyes, ridding it of some grub that had seemed to keep them closed. 

As you opened your eyes the room seemed too bright, and for a second you considered you had, somehow, arrived in Heaven. But, luckily, Magnus’s face disproved that theory. 

He helped you up, and at the same time Alex made his way into the room, carrying a tray. As his eyes looked at you, he moved quickly, putting down the tray next to your bed and helping Magnus to sit you up. 

As you drank your water, Alex realized he had been crying. He no longer needed to be strong, because you were back and breathing. There were still things to worry about but your imminent death had passed- and that allowed him the breather he needed to feel the emotions he had been denying himself for the past few days. 

Your glass was discarded- whether by your own hands or by Alex grabbing it as you finished neither of you know, but you are quickly engulfed in a hug. 

“Never do this again.” Alex demanded but you knew you couldn’t promise it, so you simply hummed in response. Magnus hesitantly joined the hug, not wanting to overwhelm you as you had just recovered, but he didn’t want to stay back either. After a moment you broke apart, although neither of your lovers let go of you entirely. Alex had unexpectedly kept his hand on yours, while Magnus had moved to sit next to you on the bed, entangling his arm with yours. 

“Sam said she didn’t know what got you,” Magnus said, staring at you unwaveringly, “but for some reason my healing didn’t work afterwards. Do you remember?” Your brain was still lacking any comprehensive thought, so you simply shook your head. You genuinely didn’t remember what happened, but it might come back to you. Magnus sighed, but did not press. He had hoped that maybe there was a reason, a simple ‘Oh this Norse creature cancels out healing magic’ but there wasn’t one. Yet, somehow he didn’t find himself caring too much, as he could feel your breath next to him.   It had been a bad time for your lovers, but they would get over it sooner rather than later. You hoped this would be the last time such a thing would happen, but you could never know, and in Valhalla your lovers were face to face with death every day, and eventually you would learn to just be grateful for the days that pass without injury. You only live once, after all.