#and some banana peppers on the side

[baekhyunsbestie]

goodnight everyone, it’s midnight and my husband just brought me in n out, so im bout to devour this and pass out with a full tummy. i already know ima wake up tomorrow regretting all my life choices but you know what???? fuck it we ball

[64reprieve]

picture you (e.w.) ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

pairing: butch!college!loser!ellie x femme!camgirl!reader

synopsis: you need promo for your business. ellie’s tuition is due.                         or ellie’s a college student in her junior year scrambling to get her shit together and desperate to make ends meet with side jobs. you need pictures taken by someone who isn’t a creep from craigslist and won’t kill you. your friend knows just the person.

content: angst, fluff, smut, amateurphotographer ellie!, loser!ellie, butch!ellie, soft dom!ellie, sub!reader, femme!reader, camgirl!reader, therapy session, substance use, dubcon (both parties are inebriated), miscommunication, explicit language, oral sex, pussy slapping, dry humping, cum-eating, spit-play, degradation, praise, gags, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of aftercare

word count: 5.7k

nsfw, men and minors dni

prologue ➤ chapter one ➤ chapter two ➤ chapter three ➤ chapter four ➤ tbd.

Ellie flinched at the crash of her door bouncing off the wall; sitting up wide-eyed and irritated. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She cursed, facing her laptop screen filled with pictures of you, away.

Riley groaned, flopping on the end of the bed and bunching her space-themed duvet, “She’s not back yet. You can keep me company instead.”

“Yeah, right,” Ellie scoffed, poking Riley’s shoulder with her sock, “I’m kind of busy right now.” She said, placing her laptop on her lap.

Riley scowled, poking Ellie’s eyebrow, “When did you do that? Joel’s gonna kill you.”

Ellie hissed, smacking Riley’s hand away, “Watch it– fresh piercing.”

Riley tutted, laying on her side, “And you wonder why you have no money.”

“Hey, I know how to save money! I shop at Aldi.” Ellie defended, moving her cursor around mindlessly.

“Yeah. So you can spend the rest on tattoos and stupid shit,” Riley commented, “And I looked in the fridge. There’s a case of five dozen eggs, some ground beef, and like two rotting bell peppers.” She cackled at the absurdity, “Dude, what the fuck are you eating?”

“There’s milk too,” Ellie sighed, licking her teeth unamused, “Where’s Dina?”

“With Jesse. She said she’d be here soon.” Riley shrugged, hitting her vape.

Ellie clicked out of the folder of your photos to check her buzzing phone.

Riley sat up to lie down by Ellie’s legs, “Oh, so you do know how to answer texts!”

“Shut up.” Ellie said, smiling as she typed.

Riley quirked an eyebrow, eyeing Ellie’s phone.

“None of your business.” Ellie replied coolly, letting her phone rest on her chest.

She flipped her phone over as it pinged again. 

“Are you talking to someone? Done with abstinence?” Riley joked.

“I’m not talking to anyone.” Ellie protested, lightly kicking Riley’s leg.

Riley nodded with disbelief, “Uh huh.” She smirked, “Who is it?”

Ellie sighed, locking eyes with Riley, “I don’t have time for that shit anymore.”

Riley nodded slowly, pursed her lips then grabbed Ellie’s phone from her side; her smile dropping when she read the contact name.

“Dude, what the fuck– don’t do that!” Ellie scolded, snatching her phone back.

“That’s not who I think it is.” Riley blurted, pointedly staring at her.

“You tell me.” Ellie challenged with a cocky grin.

“El, I love you but I’m serious.” She insisted, “Leave her be.”

“Calm down, it’s just work.” Ellie replied, patting Riley’s shoulder.

Ellie’s gaze didn’t waver as she stared back. Riley squinted, taking a hit of her vape before blowing the banana-scented smoke in Ellie’s face. 

“Asshole.” Ellie exhaled, closing her eyes.

A loud thud from outside of the room caught both of their attention. Riley slipped off the bed, sticking her head out of the open door. 

“Di? Are you okay? What happened?” Riley pleaded.

Dina whined loudly before running into her room, “We broke up!” 

“Oh fuck.” Riley said, hurriedly following Dina into her room.

Ellie shook her head, listening in on the two. She heard a sob followed by shushing.

She mumbled under her breath, opening her laptop, “Again?”

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“Hello?” You spoke into the phone pinned between your cheek and shoulder as you drove.

“Boo. Where are you?” Riley asked teasingly.

“I’m driving.” You answered, pulling up to a red light.

“That’s perfect. I’m at your place, so I’ll see you soon.” Riley claimed.

“What? Why are you there?” You questioned

“I’m waiting for you so we can leave.” She quipped.

You sputtered, “What? To where?”

“A friend’s. Sleepover at dorms– Dina got dumped.” She explained.

Dina. You remembered her. One out of many of Riley’s friends you’d met in passing. The last time you’d seen her was at Abby’s going away party. She’d drunkenly complimented your shoes when you came in before she threw up in a patch of Gardenias, and a taller guy ushered her elsewhere.

You arrived at your apartment with a hazy mind, digesting the session with your therapist. Rarely did you live outside the words spoken in her office, but you could meet with a semblance of normality, if only briefly.

“Hi, hot stuff,” Riley greeted, sitting at your kitchen island with a steaming mug. Of course, she’d made herself at home. You lived through her boldness at times. 

“Make sure you pack a toothbrush.” Riley called out, as you brushed past to your bedroom. She came in seconds later, sitting at your desk and testing your perfumes on her wrist. 

“I thought you had class today.” You noted, hanging up your jacket.

“I do.” Riley confirmed.

You breathed out, hopelessly staring into your trashed closet, “What do you think I should wear?”

“Anything,” Riley replied, using your sticky notes as sample strips, “We’re probably just gonna eat and watch something.”

“It’s not gonna be– do you know how many people are going to be there?” You ask, picking at your cuticles. You were trying.

“Barely anyone,” She reassured, catching your tension, “It’ll be us, Dina, of course, and Ellie. Cat might come but she hasn’t responded yet.”

Ellie? That piqued your interest. 

Your head snapped to look at her, “Ellie’s gonna be there?”

Riley turned away, “Yeah. They’re roommates.”

Any plans to show up in your pajamas went right out of the window. You showed up freshly plucked and in your best dress with a pair of new shoes straight from the box. You wore a butter-yellow dress partnered with brown ballet flats and white knee socks; your curly hair pinned back with deep red, cherry pins.

Riley had taken one look at you and called you the funniest person she knew when you emerged from the bathroom.

Out of courtesy, you asked her to stop by a flower shop on the way over. 

Dina thanked you profusely and set the bouquet on the kitchenette counter.

“Riley, who did you–” Dina groggily groaned, brightening when she spotted you behind her, “Oh, you– thank you! This is so sweet.” She whined, letting you two in. You slipped off your flats, noticing a familiar pair of tattered Converse by the door. 

Dina wiped her nose, filling a vase with water. Her oversized shirt stained with water which splashed from the sink as she stared off emptily, hair tangled and cheeks blotchy. 

From what Riley told you in the car, this wasn’t their first breakup.

You wouldn’t be able to tell from her appearance.

The afternoon flew by with insurmountable details of their relationship exposed and cases of overly sweet seltzers from the fridge. 

Riley sat behind with Dina between her legs, detangling her hair as she nodded along and encouraged her rants. 

“–And he was like, ‘We’re fighting too much and it’s not healthy’." Dina mocked his deep voice, wiping a stray tear, “What does he know about healthy? His parents are divorced!”

You lay on the rug, listening in awe and occasionally switching the music on the speaker but you couldn’t stop your mind drifting to Ellie’s whereabouts as more time passed. There wasn’t a chance you’d bring it up to either Riley or Dina given the gravity of the situation, so you kept it to yourself, counting down the hours without her presence. 

Internally, you scolded yourself; you were here to provide support, not see Ellie. 

There was a muted shame growing within you since you two had met, abated by an undeniable truth; you liked her.

Whether it be out of desperation for human connection or divine destiny, you didn’t care. You convinced yourself it was okay because you had no plan to pursue her, but it became harder to believe after you’d gotten off to the thought of her on your last stream. 

A lot of sleep was lost that night and you didn’t log in again until two days later. You were mortified.

Indiscretions were naught the minute Ellie returned to the dorm; holding two large plastic bags, “I’m back with food.” She called out.

She didn’t look over, setting the bags down on the counter beside the flowers, “Who died?” She joked, grabbing cans of soda from the fridge. 

Dina clicked her tongue, tilting her head and looking between you two pointedly. Ellie understood the hint, spotting your figure lying on the rug.

You looked adorable!

She bit her cheek, hiding her face by busying herself with unwrapping the food, “They smell nice.”

Don’t fucking blush, stupid, she thought to herself.

“What’d you get?” Riley queried, stretching as she stood up from the couch. 

“Taco Bell.” She answered, tossing the empty bags into the trash.

Riley grabbed the cans and food with Ellie, bringing it over to the coffee table. 

Ellie plopped a box of chocolates and lotion-infused tissues on Dina’s lap, “Here, Di.”

She found her way to the beanbag in the corner, manspreading as she took a bite of her burrito, distracted by her phone, feet inches from yours. You peered at her from your peripheral; her blue jeans had shifted lower on her lips, black boxers peeking through. There was a stripe of ink poking out, and you clenched your teeth. She wore a white wife beater, abs printed beneath and revealing her muscles. More tattoos teased under her clothes, on her collarbones, and littered her bare arms. Ellie wasn’t necessarily big but she was built. 

You sat up, grabbed something from the pile then tucked in. 

“It took you long enough.” Dina teased, “Did you forget about me?”

“I stayed back to ask my professor a question and I bumped into Cat. She’s not coming by the way.” Ellie told.

“Hm. Why?” Dina chewed, cupping her hand to catch her food. 

“Her car wouldn’t start so I gave her a jump. She called her dad after.” Ellie shrugged.

Riley clicked through movies on the TV, tossing the remote on the coffee table, “Fuck it. I don’t wanna look anymore.”

“Smoke?” Ellie offered, shifting her legs.

“Please.” Dina sighed, kicking off her blanket.

Dina stood up, opened the windows then went into the bathroom. Ellie went into her room, returning with her backpack. She tossed it on the couch, rifling through it. Riley sat up, looking over. 

Ellie smirked, “You don’t wanna do that.” 

Riley faked a gag, sitting back and catching the Ziploc bag Ellie threw into her lap.

You watched as they moved methodically; Dina returned from the bathroom with shower caps, placing them over the smoke alarm. 

“Backwoods.” Riley groaned, opening the bag, “You’re a monster.”

Ellie hummed, sitting between her and Dina, “I can put them away instead.”

Your eyes fixed on the blunt between her lips, the tip burning orange as she breathed in. Her eyes met yours. 

Dina and Riley passed theirs back and forth, while Ellie had her own.

“Do you smoke?” Ellie piped up, smoke billowing from the corner of her mouth.

“Not really,” You paused, “But I can.”

You’re not sure why you said that. You could drink, but you couldn’t smoke to save your life.

“Do you want your own?” She asked, already holding the bag.

Riley gave you a strange look, shaking her head before looking up at the ceiling. Dina fidgeted with the remote to find a movie, the constant clicking sound in the room.

Ellie waved you over with two fingers, “You can share with me.” 

You moved over, sitting between the couch and the coffee table. Her hand lowered, passing the blunt to you. It felt odd between your fingers. You said a prayer in your head before taking a hit, replaying the first time in high school when Abby had taught you how to smoke. You cheered internally when you were able to hold it without coughing, tucking your dress over your legs.

I should smoke more, you thought to yourself after a while, gaze fixed on the bright screen ahead of you; some cheesy romance at fault for Dina’s sniffling.

The room was dark aside from the light leaking out of Dina’s room and the glow from the TV.

You leaned back, sitting between Ellie’s legs; her knees surrounding your ears. Her gaze burned the back of your head, hand wrapping around to hold the blunt in front of your face. You leaned in, taking another hit, smaller this time. The smoke pricked your throat.

“Do you want more?” She drawled a whisper from above you.

You shook your head, fighting a shiver, as you whispered back, “No, thank you.”

The credits rolled, and you moved away from the couch, stretching with a yawn. Riley groaned with Dina, following her into the bathroom. Ellie stood up wordlessly, disappearing into the same bathroom before returning with a handful of things. She flicked on a small light, brushing her teeth at the kitchenette sink. 

Sluggishly, you stood up and found your bag. Riley squeezed your arm and mumbled a good night to you, stumbling into Dina’s bedroom, complaining about the brightness. Ellie turned the sink off, brushing past you and into her bedroom. 

You squinted, swaying into the empty bathroom, cleaning up and changing into a white slip,  your eyes squeezed shut. You felt like a zombie as you made your way to the couch. You should’ve known better than to gauge your limit off of how normal you felt sitting in the dark.

Floorboards creaked, grabbing your attention.

Ellie leaned against her door in soft, red plaid pants, arms crossed against a black t-shirt.

She spoke hoarsely, “You don’t have to sleep out here, come on, it’s fucking creepy.”

Too mentally preoccupied and relieved to argue, you entered her room. Ellie set up a makeshift bed on her floor. Through the blurriness, you felt a sense of delight. She glanced at you, tilting her head toward the bed, “The bed’s yours.”

“I couldn’t–” You doubted.

“I’m serious. This is better for my back anyway.” She insisted, tossing a pillow on the carpet.

You didn’t have it in you to disagree, tucking yourself into Ellie’s bed. Your head met the pillow first, like an anchor. The sheets were a thick, dark blue weight over you. They smelled of her, and you pulled the sheets under your nose for more, closing your eyes. Ellie turned off the lights, switching on a fan; the flicker through your eyelids disappeared. You muffled a groan, head spinning.

Ellie stirred, whispering gravelly, “Are you okay?”

Another groan when you tried to speak, words dragged down by a flood of nausea. Your heart was in your ears. You heard some shuffling, then saw the gleam of the bedside lamp. 

Calloused hands cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek as she looked down at you worriedly. 

What was happening to you?

“Do you want to sit up?” She asked worriedly.

Your eyebrows twitched. If you lifted a finger, you might throw up.

Ellie’s hand slipped into yours, squeezing lightly, “Hey, squeeze my hand for yes.”

It sounded like you were underwater. You held your breath, squeezing back; you were going to be sick.

The back of her hand pressed against your forehead, “Think you’re just greening out.”

The dip in the bed disappeared for a minute; your panicking rose.

Ellie sat you up to sit behind you. Your back met her chest and she pushed the fan toward you with her leg. She reached over her nightstand for water, the other hand rubbing your arm in an ataratic motion. 

“Take a sip, you’ll feel better,” Ellie suggested, resting her chin on your shoulder to be close.

You drank slowly, chest stuttering with uneven breaths. She shushed you, “It’s just a feeling. I’ve got you. Deep breaths.”

It was a good thing you weren’t sober, otherwise you’d have melted through the floor out of embarrassment long ago. 

Your body cooled, your carousel of a brain slowing. Ellie rummaged through her drawer, holding a peppermint against your lips, “You just have to suck on it. The sugar will help, I promise.”

You conceded, taking the sweet into your mouth and letting it melt against the roof of your mouth, “I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be.” She answered.

Silence passed before your body allowed your reprieve.

Your back left her, rubbing your eyes with deep breaths. When you looked back, she gave you a tired smile.

You smiled back, turning to face her, “Thank you. That’s never happened to me before, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She repeated, leaning against the headboard and looking over you.

“I fucked up your sleep.” You blurted, sheepishly.

“You didn’t. I take forever to fall asleep.” She reassured.

You nodded, looking away. The embarrassment was setting in. You spit the mint into the trash bin beside her bed.

“Sure, sobered me up though.” She joked.

You smiled small, “I don’t think I can go to sleep after that.” 

“Me either.” She agreed.

You shrunk into yourself awkwardly, disguising it as a stretch. Ellie patted the spot beside her, placing her water bottle in your lap.

“Is Dina going to be okay?” You asked, tucking your legs under the blankets.

Ellie nodded, turning her neck to look at you with a half-lidded gaze, “She’ll be okay. They've been breaking up for the past two years.”

“Oh.” You responded.

“Something like that.” Ellie nodded.

Her room was quaint, as expected from a dorm but it was thoroughly decorated, space naturally taken up through the past few years. Her laundry bin was overflowing, and her dresser was messily painted with and scratched with doodles. A knife stuck out from the top where it stabbed beside a small TV crowded next to a console. Her skateboard propped up against the wall adorned with posters of bands and video games, a neat stack of books piled underneath her desk. 

“You have a lot of tattoos.” You mumbled shyly, fixated on her arms.

Ellie hummed, holding her arm out to you and turning it over, “I hardly notice them now.”

“When did you get your first one?” You asked, watching her fingers prod at a patch on her forearm.

“This one,” She pointed out amusedly, “I had a friend do it for my sixteenth birthday. Luckily, she had experience— not that I knew.”

Your eyes widened, eyeing where ferns met the moth, “That’s a big commitment for sixteen.”

She let out a short laugh, “Tell me about it. My dad nearly ripped my arm off.”

Your insides bloomed warmth at her laugh. A moment ago, you’d been a mess, convinced you’d never live tonight down, now you were having a first proper conversation with her.

“Do you have any?” She asked, scanning you briefly.

“No.” You smiled, sheepishly, “But I like yours.”

“Thanks, pretty.” She slipped out, “I like them too.”

If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you would have caught it.

She cleared her throat, “Did the pictures turn out well for you?”

“Yeah, they’re perfect. Thank you. You did me a huge favor, you have no idea.” You chirped.

“Good, good.” She paused, “Hope your boyfriend appreciated them–otherwise you might turn out like Dina.”

You tilted your head. Boyfriend? Where did she get that idea from? Did she not know–

“I don’t have a boyfriend or anything.” You interjected, stuck on the word.

Ellie’s eyes met yours.

“I’m a lesbian.” You blurted.

An awkward pause blanketed the room. 

Ellie cleared her throat, “That’s– cool. Me too.”

You bit back a smile, raking over her appearance, “I mean– yeah.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up, feigning offense, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” You defended, gesturing toward her appearance, “You know, you’re just so–”

Ellie cut you off. She shifted resting her arms over her knees, “I’m so?” She drawled.

You inched back out of instinct, holding your breath. Ellie followed naturally, green eyes searching yours gently, “Hm?”

Your expression softened under her gaze, discreetly clenching your thighs. Ellie’s eyes flicked down to your lap, knowingly, cupping your knee. 

Your chest tightened with anxiety; alarm bells sounding off in your head. 

This wasn’t you.

Thorns crowded your throat, tightening in punishment; don’t fuck this up, don’t compromise yourself, you don’t know what this is, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re both just high and drunk, you’ll regret it by morning.

You begged yourself, for what, you weren’t sure.

Ellie’s voice grounded you, hushed, “Should we call it a night?”

How much longer could you live, backing yourself into corners and never coming out? Holed up in your apartment for two more years, sitting in your car and talking yourself down for an hour before you could enter the grocery store. Lying to therapists, doctors, and your best friend then breaking down when your reflection turned unrecognizable. The monster wasn’t chasing you anymore, yet you pushed yourself to run until the asphalt bled beneath.

You’d been a shell this whole time, and you just wanted to be whole, even temporarily. You wanted her to be the one to do it. 

Ellie’s eyes widened when you pressed your mouth against hers. 

The sound reverberated within your bones and you dissolved just as she caught you; holding your waist and guiding you closer. 

She tasted of whiskey and smoke, melting into the sugary sweetness that clung to your tongue. You weren’t sure where to place your hands. 

The silk of your slip dress tickled your sides, fingers palming the material and riding up further when she lifted you over her thigh. 

Your eyebrows knit, breathing against her as she pressed gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth, murmuring, “Tell me you want this too.”

“I want this.” You whispered back, shakily, hands finding solace on her shoulders. 

I want you, Ellie thought to herself.

Her pouty lips trailed down your jaw and neck, to your collarbones, painting it with flowers of purple and pink like the canvases she slaved over in secrecy. You bit your lip, drawing a sliver of blood. Her head pulled back, kissing it off like a second thought as if you weren’t to blame.

For once, you were in the present— not floating through the minutes, turned to days, turned to weeks as you’d always done. You felt every breath flow through you. You were someone again.

You inched further into her lap, straddling until your knees kissed the headboard behind her. 

Hands roamed, feeling the ridges of Ellie’s abdomen over her shirt before slipping beneath the fabric. Her skin burned upon your palms. You pressed further, eager to see her.

Ellie peeled off her shirt as if she read your mind. You leaned down, kissing between her tape-plastered chest until your lips tickled against the fuzz of her happy trail, drawing a shaky sigh from the woman. A firm hand carded through your hair, bunching it. You paused, mouthing over the bulge in her pants, looking up at her.

Gentle fingers stroked the back of your neck, her smile growing at your appearance. She let out a low breath, stomach twitching as you stained a wet patch on the fabric. A free hand tilted your chin up, two fingers slipping into your mouth. You latched on, moaning around them. 

Ellie watched in disbelief, lips parted as a blossoming flush spread to her neck. Her fingers pressed down, opening your mouth. Drool gathered at the corners of your lips, dripping on her hips as her fingers stroked the muscle, milking your tongue for more until your chin was thoroughly soaked in spit. 

“Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Ellie.” You whimpered, catching your breath.

“Come on, pretty.” She said, arm hooking behind your thighs to pull you closer, “Let’s take care of you.” 

You straddled her lap once again and she pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling your dress up to your waist. Her finger hooked into the band of your underwear, tugging your ankle to slip the fabric off entirely. Your blue ruffle panties lay discarded on the duvet and you hissed at the cool air exposing you, thighs trembling as you held yourself up over her lap. 

Ellie’s hand gripped your face, kissing you tenderly.

“You want to ride me, baby?” She asked, huskily.

Your neck could’ve snapped with the force you used to nod.

She called you baby! 

“Yes.” You confessed, melting into the hold that positioned you over her.

Ellie’s hand smacked your thigh lightly, urging you to sit. Your center met her bulge with a whimper; she shifted you so the patch of saliva you’d left previously, soaked against your clit. It was warm and unavoidable, and obscene. You were going to cum before you even moved.

“Please, what?” She taunted, smirking at your reaction.

You whimpered, pressing your hips down, “Please, daddy.”

Her eyes widened in a fleeting moment, schooling her expression into neutrality. She didn’t expect you to say that, but she could work with it.

“Yeah? Give daddy a kiss, baby.” She whispered.

Your spit-soaked chin knocked into hers carelessly, tilting your head to be closer as your lips locked. You wanted to blend, to live in her skin, and never leave her. 

Veined hands eased your hips against her, rocking you back and forth. She swallowed your moans, letting out a choked laugh.

Was this happening? She was so fucked.

“Please, please, please, please.” Hurried from your lips as though you were possessed.

A heat pooled in your stomach, pulsing dangerously with each brush of your clit, sending shocks up your arched spine.

“Good girl,” Ellie praised, “I’ve got you, darling. Just hold on to me.”

Your arms wrapped around her shoulders, tucking your face into her neck to muffle your whimpers and obscenities. 

“Feels good?” She panted, squeezing your ass as she guided you.

You nodded, choking on your words as you groaned against her pulse, sweat building at your hairline, “I’m close.”

Ellie peppered your shoulder with kisses, paying the creaking bed no attention, “Soak my lap, darling. Show me how good you can be.” 

Your stomach tensed, sensation swirling thickly as your toes curled. You bit down on her shoulder as you came, drawing out a mumble of curses. You bounced feverishly, bumping her packer harder against her clit as you rode your high with greed. 

Ellie’s eyes fluttered shut, nails digging into the crease of your thighs, “So fucking good— keep going. Shit.”

She came shortly after, taking it out on your neck as her teeth nipped and marred the thin skin with bliss. You sank into her, cheek resting against her freckled shoulder.

Ellie moved you as a ragdoll, whispering praises in your ear when she turned you around on your knees, pressing flatly at the bottom of your spine to deepen your arch. Your elbows weakened, and you whimpered. She placed a pillow over her legs for your head to rest on, rubbing the front of your thigh. 

You leaned into every generous touch, reveling in her tenderness. 

A cry tore from your lips when you felt her fingers tease your wet cunt, smearing your release around your clit with her thumb.

Ellie shushed you, pinching your hip in warning, “Don’t be rude, keep it down. Everyone’s asleep.”

She stared at your center before spitting on it. Her saliva dribbled, running down the back of your thigh in a mixture with your cum. You moaned, gasping when her tongue licked to catch it; pulling the wetness back up and pushing it into your entrance with a squelch. Ellie’s tongue prodded desperately, lacking restraint. You twitched with each lap to your folds, slick noises rang in your ears, echoing within your skull like a mantra.

A slew of pleads and soft cries left you. Ellie pulled her head back with a sigh, grabbing your discarded panties. They brushed against your trembling lips in greeting, and your mouth parted to take it in. 

“There we go. Just needed some help quieting down, right?” She cooed, “Always so polite.”

Her arm hooked around your thighs once again, locking you in place before resuming her ministrations. You sobbed freely, muffled by the fabric gagging you. Hot tears pricked your waterline at a harsh slap to your clit. 

“Prettiest fucking pussy.” She exhaled, moaning at your taste, “How’d I get so lucky, hm, angel?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling and hands fisting the duvet as she ravaged you. Tears slipped down your burning skin and leaked into your ears. 

Ellie took notice, staring with adoration before mocking you, “It’s that fucking good, huh? Come on, don’t be selfish. Give me one more.”

You would give her anything— anything she asked for.

Whimpers clawed at your vocal cords, shaking at the oversensitivity coursing through. Ellie kept working you; sucking on your clit and flicking at it with her tongue, only holding you tighter without forgiveness the more you attempted to twist around for relief.

“Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!” You pleaded around the makeshift gag.

She hummed against your cunt in response, pulling a groan from you. It was happening again, building up tenfold. Your vision blurred. You shook your head as you reached back for her. Ellie’s hand interlocked with yours, taking out your gag with her other hand and replacing it with her cum-soaked fingers. 

Pacified by how much of her you felt; you went lax. 

Ellie groaned when you clenched around her tongue, flooding her mouth with release, vision turning white and tensing suddenly. Your orgasm tore you apart, placing pressure as far as your lungs in a manner you couldn’t stray from. Your legs numbed, your thighs trembled, and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Ellie cleaned you up with her tongue until you came to as a limp, twitching mess.

You whimpered, earning a kiss on the back of your thigh. Ellie moved carefully, barely making a sound; she pulled your dress back over your lower half, gathering your sticking hair from your sweaty neck. She rubbed your back until you sighed, observing your disassociated expression.

The lamp shut off with a flick. Rough hands kneaded your wrists with an unexpected tenderness. Faint kisses sprinkled your spine, then lifted you to her as she laid down. Your cheek squished against her chest and you hummed softly at another kiss to your temple. Ellie held you firmly, folding the blanket over both of your legs.

She stared at the ceiling without blinking, rubbing your arm with soft, attentive strokes, breathing you in until you fell asleep in her arms.

What happens now?

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Apathy weaved within you in the most inappropriate moments. To abscond the numbness, solitude is currency to imagine what could be. Four walls relentlessly alchemize to hermetic traps. You’re forced to resurrect before your feet can leave the ground. You’re always almost there.

“Have you considered what we discussed in our last session?” 

You picked at a loose thread on your sleeve, numbly, “I have.” 

“Great. Did you find an opportunity to practice or are you still deciding?” Brooke asked, crossing her legs in the sofa chair across from you.

It’s your fifth try. You’re grateful there aren’t legal repercussions to ghosting therapists, otherwise you’d be out of insurance. You chose a psychotherapist this time after an impulsive search on WebMD and managed to charm her well enough with your issues to earn yourself two sessions per week. There are weeks when you only attend to see the fish tank in her office; she’s unaware of this.

“I don’t think I’m ready. Sorry.” You mumbled, snapping the loose thread.

The ceramic scraped against the side table before she took a sip of her coffee. Steam fogged her glasses; she tucked them in her hair. 

She nodded, “There’s no need to apologize. Is there a specific aspect you’re struggling with?”

“No. I just need to think about it more.” You lied.

Brooke clicked her pen, scribbling. “You mentioned dinner out with friends. How was that?”

“It was good. My friend asked me to go and I knew most of the people there. It wasn’t very big, there were five of us at this Italian place I’d never been to, it was nice.” You divulged flatly.

“I’m glad to see you getting out of the house. Did you do anything fun after?” She asked.

“No. My friend dropped me off at home afterward.” You sighed.

She hummed, “Is this Riley, the friend?” 

You hum back in agreement, attention flicking to the clock.

“Outside of class and routine errands, have you socialized with anyone else since?” Brooke questioned, tilting her head.

You bit down on your lip, “Yes. I had someone come over. A friend of a friend. I saw them again after–with other people I know.” 

“That’s good to hear.” She shifted, folding her hands together, “You invited them over? What was the purpose?”

“I hired them to take pictures for work. I didn’t know them. We weren’t hanging out or anything.” You explained, withholding certain details.

“I see. How was the experience? Were you able to connect with this person?” She inquired.

You exhale, shaking your head, “It was good– I think. I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be, probably because she was a girl. She was pretty nice to me.”

“And this person was aware of your line of work, correct? You were comfortable sharing that with them?” She pondered, the spoon clinking against the edges of her cup.

“I mean, yes. I assume my friend said something. It was pretty obvious considering what I asked of them.” You disclosed, chewing your cheek.

Brooke hummed, pausing, “Why do you think it is that you struggle with casual tasks, but were able to invite this person into your home in a considerably vulnerable situation? ”

You bit your tongue, weighing your words carefully on what you could tell her and what she wanted to hear. That you gave up for a moment to act out of exhaustion and impulse to prove something to your detriment? 

A symbol of deliverance flags your need for fortification. You wanted reassurance through devastation; your neuroses to be justified. Kindness would’ve been easier to grant yourself in this way.

You’d opened up to the world’s wrath and received Ellie instead. 

Why the fuck did you meet Ellie instead?

“I mean– I was scared at first. I almost backed out but it happened so fast, I couldn’t say no. I–I don’t know. I think it was her. It made it easier that it was her. And my friend knows her so I think it’s easier to–to feel that way.” You stuttered, picking at your nails.

“And what way is that?” Brooke replied.

You swallowed thickly, “Safe?”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hiya, guys! i'm half asleep uploading this right now so i apologize for any overlooked typos. i really appreciate it when you guys leave feedback. it helps with improving my writing and many of them are so kind. also what's smut without fluff? anyways, enjoy the calm before the storm!

thank you!

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[tpwk-formula1]

Hiii! Just read your fist pizza order and I looooved it so I thought I might as well give you some writing to do!

Could I please have a pizza with cauliflower crust, Alfredo sauce, banana peppers and broccoli? With some sprite and lemonade and dessert please! And served by franco (I need him to be the sunshine in this)!

Thank you so so much 🥰🥰

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower grumpy x sunshine Alfredo sauce sweet sex banana peppers "Look so pretty riding my cock" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" sprite size kink lemonade body worship dessert yes served by Franco Colapinto

Franco x grumpy! girlfriend

TW A short one, morning sex, riding, unprotected sex

WC 800+

Y/N POV

"Good morning pretty girl," Franco mumbles when he starts to wake up from my nails running across his shirt-covered back. He starts turning onto his side and pulling me slower to his chest making me groan.

"It's too early," I mumble back making Franco giggle softly at my morning moodiness.

"Why is it that your alarm always wakes me up and never you?" I question with an arched brow making Franco's face heat slightly from being called out before he just shrugs. He'd much rather wake up to his girlfriend's touch anyway.

"Come on baby, we have a big day!" Franco says with far too much excitement making me bury my face back into his chest not waiting to leave the bed.

"No," I grumble gripping onto the back of Franco's shirt not wanting him to get out of the bed either.

"Come on," Franco says dragging out the "n".

"20 minutes," I say coldly making Franco giggle but relax slightly into my arms.

"Gonna make us late baby," Franco says but still making not move to get out of bed.

"Babe, we don't need to be in the paddock for another 3 hours, 20 minutes wont kill us," I tell him making him shrug.

"Just excited for my first race," Franco says with a smile on his face making me smile softly at him.

It was Monza race day which means it's Franco's first Grand Prix in Formula 1 and he has been extremely anties the whole time.

"I know, and I'm happy for you," I tell him softly before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

What was supposed to be just a quick peck slowly turns into a heated makeout session, resulting in me climbing into Frnaco's lap and grinding down on his hardening cock.

"Fuck baby, we don't have time," Franco groans making me grind down harder, making both of us whine at the pleasure coursing through us.

"Please, we have time," I say while pulling off the shirt I had slept in the night before. I start pushing Franco's shirt up to reviel his tones abs and chest when I instantly lean down and start kissing him neck and chest before pushing myself down a little further pulling his boxers down slightly before pulling his cock into my mouth for a soft suck making Franco groan.

"Fuck baby, so good," Franco groans when I start bobbing my head softly.

"We'll be quick," I say as if he needed any further convincing.

"Come ride me, baby," Franco says clearly having no patience. I just giggle and roll my eyes at his neediness before climbing back into Franco's lap and sinking down his cock when I pull my thong to the side.

"Fuck," I groan at the stretch before I slowly start rocking my hips trying to gain stimulation before I start bouncing up and down making Franco moan.

"Look so pretty riding my cock," Franco moans out softly making my face heat up slightly at the praise.

"It's so good baby," I mumble softly.

"Fuck, always so good for me," Franco groans moving his hands to my hips and giving them a hard squeeze before he starts helping me bounce on his cock.

"I'm close," I moan out already starting to get shakey legs, which has Franco flipping us over so he was now hovering over me and pounding into my pussy making me moan and whine at the stimulation.

"Fuck," I moan when the new angle has Franco hitting a new spot deep in my pussy.

"It's like you were made just for me, Huh?" Franco states bringing a hand down to my clit making me clench around his cock ready to cum.

"Please can I cum," I beg needing my release.

"Cum for me," Franco groans before sending me over the edge into a strong orgasm and squeezing around Franco's cock making him pull out and cum all over my tummy.

Once both Franco and I have come down from our highs he slowly climbs out of bed and pulls his boxers off all the way before pulling my thong off and picking me up and taking me into the bathroom.

Once he turns the shower on and lets the water heat up Franco takes my hand into his pulling me to join him.

We spent the next 20 minutes cleaning each other off before we got out and started getting ready for race day.

"Told you we had time," I saw with a smirk when we walked into the paddock hand and hand 15 minutes earlier than we needed to be.

Franco just laughs and shakes his head before kissing my forehead softly.

"Gonna get us in trouble one of these days," Franco says making me smirk and shrug.

"You wouldn't change it for the world though."

[bunny-jpeg]

stressed out baking

lando norris

tags: smut & fluff, baking, stress, university student!reader, post-singapore gp '24, oral sex (reader receiving), established relationship, wife kink, missionary, praise + love

after singapore you could feel the jitter. it also didn't help that the fall semester was happening along side it. your boyfriend's fight for the world championship plus your fight to finish your undergraduate degree made it feel like the walls' of your world were closing in.

and in the moments of high anxiety, you felt the need to establish some control. and while many others had their own voices, you were hold up in your shared flat and baking up a goddamn storm.

timers set, apron around your waist as you patted the top of your stove, "i know, delilah. i am using and abusing you tonight. but, i'm just so stressed out!" you sighed, "lando is so close. imagine the upgrades we could do to little ol' you as a result of the win?" you gave the stove another pat before you went back to check in on the batter situation with the brownies.

you knew you'd be giving your neighbours the baked goods. you and lando couldn't eat all of the sweets you were cooking. they'd expire before you could finish it. and your neighbours loved your baking while you said there were made with love. they were rather made with immense anxiety.

the timer dinged and you wiped the sweat from your brow and exhaled you could already feel the anxiety drip off your shoulders as you went to grab the banana bread from the oven.

-

lando should've know you had been a near nervous wreck when he walked down the hallway to his flat. he should've known because the aroma of baked goods only got stronger the closer he got to his home. despite being tired, the promise of his girlfriend and a sweet treat made him move a little faster towards the door.

he got the door open and was greeted to the sight of you in the kitchen and enough baked goods to fill a school's bake sale. in your hand was a wooden spoon and in the crook of your arm was a plastic mixing bowl.

"oh, babe." he knew you weren't in the kitchen because it was a causal monday night. you baking was never a good sign. he approached you after he left his bags by the door and captured you in his arms. the bowl pressed to his chest as he gazed at you, "what are you doing?" then kissed you on the nose, "i'm sorry for making you worried." then peppered your face with kisses. when he pulled away, he looked at you and smiled.

"i know you came in first, but there's still a good ways left to go." you sighed as you put the bowl down on the counter and held him tightly, "and i'll be at less and less races because of school." you sighed.

"and i'd rather you be at less and less races if that means you'll get that degree." he said with reassurance, "please don't worry, okay? no more stress baking." then gestured to the oven, "you're hurting her." and then laughed when you broke a smile.

lando acted as your shadow while you finished up baking for the evening. it wasn't an activity that you could just put down half-way through. he even washed the dishes for you, while he got the baking tray clean, he couldn't help but admire how you looked in an apron. the one he bought you.

his hand then traced along your lower back when you got close enough. you looked so domestic, it was sweet in lando's eyes. and while he had been pushing to take your education as far as it could go. to be the best of the best in your field, there was a lustful part of him that liked the look of you being so wife-like. it was quite the sight, especially when you bent over to get the last of the treats out of the oven.

once everything was cooled off and put in containers to be given away, lando's touches became more frequent. he licked his lips and help you gently, "mmm, fuck, babe. you look good in this apron." he rubbed the front of his jeans up against you, "you look like the future mrs. norris."

you chuckled and said, "i kow you'd prefer if there was nothing underneath." you grazed your hand across his strong forearm. you took him by the hand and kissed his palm.

lando then went in to kiss the side of your neck, "maybe, my birthday is coming up. i come home with the championship and find my future wife in just an apron with the best cake i've ever had. sounds like the perfect way to celebrate." he pressed into you further, "sounds like heaven." he said with love in his tone.

you felt heat in your face as lando kissed your neck lovingly and you moaned when he touched your breasts. he said to you, "i love you so much." his voice a whisper, "i'll always come home to you." his words were like a promise and you felt the love for him grow in your chest.

"and i'll always love you." you replied and lando pulled away to grasp your hand and bring you towards the bedroom.

lando then draped an arm around you and peppered kisses on your heated face. he smiled against the apple of your cheek,"so warm, but you look so beautiful. you looked sweeter than that pie you made." he chuckled lightly.

his mind raced when he undressed you. the apron made his heart race, something lustful curled in his mind. you in a nice home, your degrees on the wall while you're in the kitchen making something nice and sweet for land. maybe a few kids running around, a perfect little life for the both of you. it made him shudder with want as he admired your soon nude form.

"my beautiful girlfriend, my everything." his hands cupped your breasts once your bra was on the floor. you looked him in the eyed and he licked his lips, "who allowed you to be so beautiful?" you defy words."

"no need to butter me up, honey." you giggled before you took off his sweatshirt and then his t-shirt. you hot him undressed just as he did to you. a pair of lovers on the bed as he softly made out with you. he admired you when he made enough room to look at your features. you looked back at him and cupped his face lovingly and the two of you giggled.

"how could someone become so special to me? i love you." he kissed you on the lips and you melted right into the kiss. the warmth flooded your core.

he got properly between your legs with your thighs up against his shoulders and his mouth close to your cunt. he licked his lips and eyed you from his position, "i love your baking, babe. but, i know another way to help you relax. this involves a lot less flour and eggs." he chuckled, "but still very sweet." he kissed your inner thigh before he dragged his tongue across your achy sex. he had a hunch you were a little pent up, because he was greatly pent up.

he held onto your thighs as he pleasured you. and while he loved all the treats you made. how you pour yourself into that form of stres relief. he actually preferred your slick cunt. he'd rather have your wetness stuck to his top lip than have icing up there. eat you out was an activity that excited him.

he'd happily overstimulate you until you came all over his mouth and all the anxiety in you was a distant memory. he groaned as he cock twitched in anticipation.

he wanted you so deeply. he yearned for you whenever you were apart. to know were safe mean the world to him. safe in the home you both shared. you were already like his wife and while he would like to propose that moment. you had a firm rule that you wanted your last name on your diploma. and lando wasn't going to deny you that. even if he worked his tongue across your pussy. he was left painfully hard as you as he pleasured you. he wanted you to feel amazing and he loved the taste of you on his tongue.

"i love you." he said softly with a groan as he continued to play with your clit. you held onto his hair and hissed through your teeth at the sensation. he knew you were feeling certain euphoria at that point.

"and i love you." you moaned, you could feel the leap in your pulse, "i want you. all of you. your tongue is amazing, but fuck, i want more!"

"i was thinking the same thing, beautiful." he groaned, "love tasting you, but i want you." he pulled away from your pussy and got up to his knees. his cock was painfully hard, "thought about you all the way home." he said with affection in his tone, "wanted to see you again." he soon sank his cock into you and he got your legs around him properly. he groaned at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his hard cock.

you held onto the covers under you and gazed at the beauty of your lover as your lips spilled praise for him. how much you loved him, how much you yearned for him. "please, fuck, lando." you whined with an immense sexual desire. your breathing was beginning to get heavier, you could feel the stretch of heat through your body.

lando licked his lips as he continued to fuck you. he loved you, he adored you. you looked perfect with the shake of your hips as he pushed further into you. he swallowed then exhaled deeply. this was hot for him, you were hot for him. you felt like an angel under him. he worked your body and said to you, "one day." he held onto your hips and moved quicker, "i'm going to make you my wife. all mine, mrs. lando norris."

"fuck, babe." you shakily replied as you clutched the blankets tighter, "you feel so good, fuck."

"how could i not?" he asked nicely, "only the best for my future wife." he then laughed a little. he didn't say it in a possessive tone, but rather like he was saying a simple fact. yes, you were going to be his wife. he licked his lips and continued to move against you. he hunched over you as he worked your pussy, "fuck, honey. all mine." he felt the sexual excitement race through his body. he couldn't get enough of you, it felt too amazing. it fueled the fire in his soul.

"please, lando. it's not fair that you make me feel so good. fuck. it can't get enough of you, you feel like heaven. it's not fucking fair." you whined.

he chuckled as you squirmed under him.he could see the steady rise and fall of your chest as he fucked you with a steady rhythm. he could feel the sweat down his back and in his curls. he missed this, the immense want while his hips moved against you. fit together perfectly as he made love to you. there was no one quite like you. you were everything to him, from top to bottom.

fucking you was something only reserved for him and he liked it that way as he stroked his cock against your most sensitive parts. you knew you weren't going to last much longer. not with the steady yet hard thrusts of his hips. he could almost feel the thump of his heart in his ears. your cunt tightened around him and it made him feel a shudder in his bones. his eyes were hungry on you as his admired your heated yet beautiful body.

"i missed you every day. every win is for you, baby." he moaned. his pace was bullying down and he let himself feel the blooming heat, "can't ever get enough. i'm greedy for you, beautiful. more than anything. picking between your pussy and a trophy is a hard one." and he felt you clench around him. he moaned a little louder and held your hips tightly.

he cursed under his breath and your noises paired well with his. you felt the inferno through your body. you adored the feeling more than ever. lando leaned into you and pushed himself deeper then paired it with heated kisses. you clinged to his shoulders and felt the spike in your pulse. you tensed up from the pleasure.

you soon came with your hands held tightly into his strong shoulders. lando eyed your expression for a moment before he went for another hot kiss. you were soon chest to chest, kissing passionately as he continued his heavy movements. he soon finished inside of you right after you came. he pulled away to let out a heavy string of curses as he finished.

you held onto him for a moment and panted heavily. he loved the feeling, as did you. he slowed his thrusts to a stop and you two kissed once more until you were laid out next to one another. he admired you as you laid there tangled up in each other.

he shakily exhaled, "when you graduate, i'm going to get you the nicest ring i can get you. fuck, only the the best for you." his voice was heavy with pleasure.

you held his face for a moment as you replied, "how about you do something even better?" you whispered in his ear, "how about you win me the wdc this year?" then kissed his cheek.

he chuckled when you looked to one another again. he broke into a grin as he said, "for you, my dear, it'll be all yours." <3

[shouyuus]

oh my god I know you only posted that mechanic vi thing 6 hours ago but PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE 🤬🤬🤬 you have GYAT to extend it by like vi introducing us to vander or like idk like im tweaking like

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

dont worry anon im right there with you ive spent nearly my entire day just maladaptively daydreaming about mechanic!vi

sfw; car mechanic!vi cinimatic universe continuation of this hc post

it is not the most formal of introductions -- but by the time you make it downstairs to the kitchen, swimming in one of vi's thrifted band tees and jogging shorts, tamping down your hair, vander's already on his second cup of coffee.

"well, well, if it ain't the red corvette with the busted radiator," vander says, grinning wide as you fight the urge to duck behind vi like an antisocial child.

"h-hi -- morning..." you mumble, even as vi chuckles and pours you a glass of orange juice.

"heard you guys went to jericho's diner last night," vander says, looking between you and vi as you slip onto one of the mis-matched bar stools sat against the tiny kitchen island.

"yeah! the banana split almost did me in though," you say, reaching for the tall glass of juice.

vander laughs, "yeah, those are famously impossible to finish, though from what i heard, you made a very diligent effort." he shoots you a wink even as vi elbows him in the side.

"i -- we --" you stutter, your cheeks flooding with color. vi rolls her eyes and scoops two perfectly poached eggs out of a pot, placing them on two slices of toast.

you blink as vander nudges the salt and pepper shakers towards you.

"how... how'dyou know i like my eggs poached?" you ask, looking between vi and vander. they share a knowing look; vi shrugs, grinning.

"lucky guess."

you tuck into the eggs and toast, humming happily around the golden yolk as it bursts in your mouth. vi watches you with soft eyes and vander's smile stretches wide as he leans against the counter.

"so. seems like your daddy's got good taste," he says, a soft laugh rumbling through him, deep and thick as thunder. you glance up, cocking your head. vander puts his coffee mug in the sink.

"he might not remember me but couple years ago, he brought over the most beautiful gullwing -- mercedes, from the 50's --"

"oh yeah!" vi says, her eyes brightening as she rinses out the breakfast things "that was a sick car."

vander nods, humming, "one o'the first luxury cars post-war... and one of my personal favorites. some people say it's a bit tacky but --" he shrugs, laughing, "i've always had a soft spot for it"

vi scoffs, "better than all the db5's we see people bring in."

vander laughs then, a loud, uproarious sound. you swallow over another bite of toast and egg, content to watch him and vi banter.

"yeah, but you know why people like it --"

vi sighs, her eyes rolling so hard they might fall out of their sockets as she replies, "the james bond car, yeah yeah, whatever -- still tacky."

you slice into the second egg and watch as the yolk spills molten gold over the toast.

"that reminds me though, i've gotta order the parts for the crossflow radiator --" vi says, putting the pans in the sink as well, wiping off her hands before she rounds the island to lean up against your chair. she slips an arm around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

you load a bite of toast with egg and yolk, sprinkle the top with salt and pepper, holding it out for her to eat. she leans forward, mouth open as you feed the bite to her.

she groans around the bite, nodding appreciatively, even as you reach out to swipe a bite of yolk from the corner of her lip, popping your thumb into your mouth with an indulgent smile.

"'ow'dyou know i'd like more yolk than egg?" she asks, turning to pin you with a look.

you flash her a cheeky grin.

"lucky guess," you parrot her words back at her, setting down your fork.

across the island, vander watches the pair of you with soft eyes and a knowing smile.

"right, well -- i've gotta get to the bar. your uncle silco'll be mad if i --" he breaks off, running a hand through his hair.

vi waves him off, "go, we've got it here."

"text benzo if you need help with the parts --"

"yeah, yeah -- he already sent me the link for where to order the parts," vi answers.

vander chuckles, nodding. he reaches over the island with a large hand.

"it was lovely to meet you," he says, taking your hand and shaking it firmly; his palm is warm and callused, and you feel yourself sinking into the solidness of his touch even as he pulls away.

"keep an eye on 'er for me, wouldjya?" he says, winking, jerking his chin towards vi. you giggle, nodding your head.

"sure, i'll try."

"and you make sure to treat her and her car well, y'got that?" he turns his gaze towards vi, who blushes, a scowl knitting her brows as she sighs.

"what'dyou think i'm trying to do -- geez --" she huffs.

vander laughs, a big, booming, belly-full sound.

"that's my girl," he says, flashing you and vi one more wink before ducking out the garage door.

vi sighs, "sorry, i know he can be a lot..."

you smile, shaking your head, "he reminds me of you."

vi's cheeks darken as she looks you over, her eyes startlingly bright in the mid-morning light, her hair a blaze of pink as the sunrise paints her shades of orange and gold.

"he -- he's a good dad..." vi says, finally, her voice a bit rough.

you nod, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.

"he is. and you're a good daughter."

vi swallows, tugging you towards her till she's slotted between your legs. you, poised on the edge of the bar stool, your arms looped around her shoulders, her palms laid flat against your thighs, inching up beneath the hem of her jogging shorts.

"y'know sweets, you can't just say shit like that to me --" she murmurs, leaning in just close enough to ghost her words along your lips.

"and not expect me to do something about it..."

your breath hitches, a delicious, gasping sound even as vi digs her nose into the hollow of your throat with a thick groan, pressing her lips to your collarbones.

"v-vi -- the dishes --" you hiss, but vi's already pulling you forward, hoisting you over her hips and carrying you towards the stairs back up to her room, her fingers digging into the meat of your ass as she kicks open her door and lets it slam shut behind her.

"the dishes..." she says, her voice breathy as she sets you down on her bed and crawls over your body, the shape of her caging you beneath her.

she leans down to trail her mouth along the bend of your neck, humming against your skin --

"... will still be there later."

[sturniphone]

── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ what bunny and matt eat in a week ❜

this is just my ideas <3 obviously you may not like everything but this is just for fun and cute !! let me know if I spelt all these foods right because some of them where tricky

೨౿ monday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt’s got crispy bacon, soft scrambled eggs with chives, buttery sourdough toast, and a big mug of black coffee he downs like medicine. bunny eats a little fruit cup with kiwi flowers and pink strawberries, her bunny spoon dipped into coconut yogurt while she swings her feet.

lunch .ᐟ matt opens the bento she made him—rice pandas, tamagoyaki, octopus sausages, and a tiny note: ❝eat up or no kisses.❞ she’s across town poking at an overpriced kale & sesame salad, sipping an iced strawberry matcha with her headphones in.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ miso-glazed salmon, sticky white rice, cucumber salad with sesame oil and chili flakes. he plates hers extra neatly. she claps when she sees it.

night snack .ᐟ she’s curled on his chest, fuzzy socks on, half-asleep while he feeds her peeled tangerine segments. there’s a hello kitty marshmallow on the side of her plate. because of course.

೨౿ tuseday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt’s got his usual—avocado toast with lemon zest, a perfect poached egg, cracked pepper on top, and an espresso he pretends doesn’t taste bitter. bunny has mini waffles with a honey drizzle, blueberries lined up in neat little rows, and a glass of pink milk with a bendy straw.

lunch .ᐟ matt’s eating a shrimp tempura bento she packed, complete with hand-carved radish flowers and a little flag that says ❝go matt!❞ she’s balancing half a mochi donut on a napkin, sipping iced matcha from a mason jar with stickers all over the lid.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ creamy garlic tuscan chicken pasta, grilled zucchini ribbons on the side, and warm basil focaccia he tore by hand. she twirls her fork and calls him chef. he blushes but hides it.

night snack .ᐟ she’s in his lap feeding him strawberry pocky one bite at a time until he caves and rubs her back, muttering, ❝spoiled little bunny.❞ she just grins.

೨౿ wednesday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ crispy bacon, buttery eggs, golden hashbrowns, and a tall americano he drinks while reading the news on his phone. bunny’s breakfast is cuter: a bunny-shaped rice ball with a seaweed smile and a cup of strawberry yogurt she eats with her favorite tiny spoon.

lunch .ᐟ matt’s gets delivered with a kiss—mini onigiri tucked into lettuce cups, crispy karaage bites, pickled radish hearts, and cold soba with dipping sauce in a pink thermos. she munches on a matcha konbini snack, sipping strawberry lemonade with a paper straw she chewed too much.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ diy sushi night. spicy tuna rolls, cucumber maki, avocado nigiri lined up like a little parade. she’s in his apron, giggling, rice in her hair. he kisses soy sauce off her cheek and calls her trouble.

night snack .ᐟ sweet tamago slices eaten cross-legged on the couch, her fingers sticky, laughter spilling as he feeds her the last bite just to watch her smile.

೨౿ thursday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt makes himself a mushroom and gruyere omelette, crisp edges folded just right, with a warm baguette slice and coffee so strong it could fuel a meeting. bunny has banana slices with little peanut butter hearts she dotted on herself and a sprinkle of cinnamon because matt says it’s good for her.

lunch .ᐟ his lunch is packed with care: a thick katsu sandwich, crunchy slaw tucked in foil, and a single matcha cookie shaped like a clover.she picks at a lychee jelly snack first, then eats her overpriced caesar salad with extra garlic puffs while texting him pictures of her fork mid-air.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ beef short rib ramen simmered all afternoon, broth rich and deep. he tops it with jammy eggs, scallions, and a little swirl of chili oil just how she likes it. she slurps it dramatically and he wipes a noodle splash off her nose with a grin.

night snack .ᐟ a cold melona bar in bed, the cartoon playing low while she’s curled up in his hoodie, toes pressed to his leg. he holds the wrapper so her hands stay warm.

೨౿ friday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt eats egg-in-a-hole, golden and perfect in the center, with a matcha shot she made him take like it’s medicine. he grimaced. she giggled. her plate’s stacked with mochi pancakes, whipped cream clouds on top and a syrup heart she carefully drew with the back of a spoon.

lunch .ᐟ his bento is adorable: panda-shaped rice balls, glazed tofu bites, and peach gummies she hid in the corner. he pretends not to notice them until the end. she sips miso soup from a thermos and pokes at her salmon salad like it personally offended her. she ends up eating most of his gummies later.

dinner (fancy date night) .ᐟ they dress up. skyline restaurant. he orders the wine. she orders a rose lychee spritz and holds his hand under the table. duck confit for him, sushi omakase for her. they share everything. dessert comes in a glass dish—yuzu sorbet with tiny gold flakes. he tips too much. she kisses his cheek in the elevator.

night snack .ᐟ they eat fancy chocolate in the car. she’s in his lap, legs tucked up, giggling against his neck while he feeds her pieces like she’s royalty.

೨౿ saturday °˖◝

breakfast .ᐟ matt cracks into soft-boiled eggs, dipping buttered toast soldiers with military precision. cappuccino in hand, glasses on, morning paper half-read. she has a flaky croissant with raspberry jam, fingers sticky and smiling. her hot vanilla milk steams beside her in a bunny mug.

lunch .ᐟ a shared picnic on the balcony or park grass. prosciutto, cheese slices, buttery crackers, strawberries cut into hearts, and clinking kombucha bottles. she eats off his plate. he lets her.

dinner (matt cooks) .ᐟ korean bbq night at home. sizzling sliced ribeye, ssam wraps with garlic and rice, spicy kimchi, sauce on her cheek. she builds their bites like love letters. he eats every one.

night snack .ᐟ peach gummy cups peeled open with sleepy fingers. spoonfuls of nutella, smeared across mouths and noses, passed between giggles and lazy kisses.

೨౿ sunday °˖◝

(date day!)

coffee shop hop itinerary .ᐟ stop one: lavender matcha latte, light and floral, topped with a dried rose petal. she gets a mochi muffin, squishy and soft with strawberry bits—takes a photo before every bite. matt gets a plain americano, but steals bites of hers when she’s distracted.

stop two: brown sugar oat latte with extra foam for her, miso butter toast for them to share. the toast is thick-cut milk bread, crispy on the outside, melting with savory-sweet miso butter. he gives her the corner piece—her favorite—without asking.

stop three: strawberry milk tea, extra boba, and a melon pan that’s still warm. they sit at a tiny table outside. he breaks the bread open so the steam escapes. she feeds him the soft inside and keeps the crispy crust for herself.

dinner .ᐟ matt roasts lemon thyme chicken till the skin crisps golden and the meat pulls apart easy. garlic smashed potatoes with browned butter, parsley, and a bit too much salt—just how she likes them. carrots sliced into rosettes, tossed with honey and roasted until candy-sweet. she sets the table with bunny coasters and folded napkins shaped like ears. he pulls out her chair. they eat by candlelight, sharing bites across the table and wiping sauce off each other’s mouths.

night snack .ᐟ a bowl of caramel candies warmed in her palms. she feeds him one between kisses, fingers sticky. he licks the sugar from her fingertips and hums. ❝you spoil me, bunny.❞ ❝you make me full.❞ ❝full of what?❞ ❝you.❞

⋆˚꩜｡ lola talks . . . I expect this to flop >: I did't know how to lay this out grr !! wasn't on my posting schedule but got a couple of asks about it and already had it made.. I basically looked up fancy sounding shit and went on pinterest (yes I got hungry !!)

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[mapiforpresident]

Noah Day

~~~

Patri x reader x Pina

Summary: the three of you get ready for a fun day off with your son.

~~~

The soft sound of little feet padding across the wooden floor pulls you from the haze of sleep. You don’t even need to open your eyes to know who it is.

Sure enough, a familiar little voice whispers in your ear.

“Mummy, I waked up!”

You crack one eye open and are met with the sight of Noah’s big, excited eyes and his mop of curly hair sticking out in every direction. His cheeks are rosy, still warm from sleep.

“Good morning, Noah,” you say, your voice low and sleepy. You reach out and scoop him up onto the bed, pulling him close. “You’re up early, huh?”

Noah nods with enthusiasm. “I’m so big now, Mummy. I don’t need so much sleeps!”

Behind you, Patri stirs, groaning softly as Noah wiggles his way over to her side. “Mamá,” he whispers urgently, poking her cheek with his tiny finger. “Mamá, wake up! It’s a Noah day!”

Patri opens one eye, her lips curling into a sleepy smile. “Every day is a Noah day, cariño,” she murmurs, pulling him into a hug and kissing his forehead.

Noah giggles, his little hands patting her cheeks. “You got to get up, Mamá! It’s morning, and the sun’s awake!”

Claudia rolls over, her voice muffled in the pillow. “Noah, did you tell the sun to wake us up again?” she teases, peeking at him with one eye.

Noah giggles again, beaming. “I did! I said, ‘Sun, it’s Noah time!’ And it listened!”

Claudia reaches out to tickle him lightly. “What a bossy little boy you are.”

“No, Mamí! I’m not bossy! I’m just big!” Noah protests, squirming and laughing as he tries to escape her tickles.

After the laughter dies down, you lean over and give Patri a soft kiss on the lips, followed by another to Claudia. Noah immediately gasps, covering his face with his hands.

“Mummy! Yucky!” he cries, peeking through his fingers with mock horror. “No kissing!”

Patri chuckles, wrapping an arm around him. “But kissing is how we say good morning, cariño.”

“No! Only me gets kisses!” Noah declares.

“Only you, huh?” Claudia says with a grin. She leans in and plants a loud, dramatic kiss on his chubby cheek.

“Ewww, Mamí!” Noah giggles, trying to wipe it off.

Patri joins in, kissing his other cheek. “What about me?”

“Noooo! Mamá!”

You smirk and swoop in for your turn, peppering kisses all over his cheeks and forehead while he squeals with laughter. “Mummy, stop! I can’t take it!”

Finally, he collapses into the pillows, giggling and breathless, snuggled between the three of you. “Okay, okay,” he says dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. “But no more kissing each other. Only kiss Noah!”

“Deal,” you say with a laugh, though all three of you know it’s a deal you won’t keep.

As the snuggles continue, Noah looks up at you, his face serious now. “Mummy, I want pancakes today. Wif chocklit!”

“Chocolate pancakes?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a big request, buddy.”

“Yeah, chocklit,” Noah insists, nodding fervently. “And berries! But no nanas! nanas is yucky!”

“Noted,” Patri says, ruffling his hair. “No bananas. But are you sure you don’t want some eggs, too?”

Noah makes a face, scrunching his nose. “Eggs is boring, Mamá. Pancakes is fun!”

“Pancakes are fun,” Claudia agrees, laughing. “What else do you want to do today, Noah? Big plans?”

Noah sits up, his little face lighting up with excitement. “I wanna go to the park! And kick the ball! And see the ducks!”

“All of that?” you say, pretending to be amazed. “That’s a busy day!”

“Yeah! And then we get ice cweam!”

Patri laughs, pulling him back into a hug. “Ice cream after all that? You’re going to have so much energy, cariño.”

“I’m gonna run so fast!” Noah declares, throwing his arms wide.

“Well, let’s start with breakfast first,” Claudia says, sitting up and stretching. “Mummy and Mamá need their coffee before we go chasing you around the park.”

Noah considers this, nodding solemnly. “Okay. But I still gets chocklit pancakes first, okay?”

“Okay, deal,” you say, lifting him off the bed. “Let’s get started, chef Noah.”

As you all shuffle into the kitchen, Noah climbs onto a chair at the counter, ready to ‘help’ with the pancakes. Patri ties a too-big apron around him, and Claudia grabs the chocolate chips. The morning sunlight fills the room, and the sound of Noah’s giggles mixes with the smell of coffee and batter sizzling on the stove.

It’s chaotic, loud, and perfect—just another day with your little family.

~~~

Noah is fully in his element, standing on a chair pulled up to the counter as Patri carefully supervises his "helping." His little hands enthusiastically sprinkle chocolate chips into the pancake batter—though most of them seem to land on the counter, and a few mysteriously disappear into his mouth.

“Mamá, it needs more chocklit!” Noah insists, holding the bag of chips.

“Cariño, if we add any more, the pancakes will just be chocolate,” Patri teases, grinning as she ruffles his hair.

“Is dat bad?” Noah asks, his head tilting innocently.

Patri chuckles. “Not bad, but maybe too much even for you.”

Meanwhile, you and Claudia set the table, lining it with plates, forks, and a bottle of syrup. Claudia watches Patri and Noah with an amused smile. “He’s going to end up covered in pancake batter, isn’t he?”

You laugh, nodding. “It’s practically a given. But hey, at least he’s learning.”

When the first pancake hits the pan, Noah lets out an excited squeal, clapping his hands. “Flip it, Mamá! Flip it!”

“Patience, Noah,” Patri says, flipping the pancake with practiced ease.

As the stack of pancakes grows, Noah climbs down from his chair, declaring, “I’m so hungry, Mummy. I need pancakes now!”

“All right, let’s eat,” you say, scooping him up and carrying him to his chair at the table. Patri brings over the steaming stack of pancakes, and Claudia helps Noah with a generous drizzle of syrup and a handful of strawberries.

Noah digs in immediately, a sticky, happy mess of syrup and chocolate smudges on his cheeks. “Mmm! Dis is so yummy!”

You and your wives share a smile as you all enjoy breakfast together. Between bites, Noah chatters nonstop about the park, the ducks, and how fast he’s going to kick the ball today.

“Maybe you’ll score a goal like Mamí did last week,” you say, playfully nudging Claudia.

Claudia winks at Noah. “Think you can beat my celebration dance?”

Noah grins, wiggling in his seat. “I can do a super dance!”

After breakfast, Patri wipes Noah’s sticky hands and face while you and Claudia start clearing the table. “Mummy, I don’t need cleaning,” Noah protests half-heartedly as Patri gently scrubs syrup off his cheeks.

“You’re a sticky monster,” Patri says with a laugh. “Monsters still need cleaning.”

Once Noah is clean, Patri takes him to his room to get dressed. You can hear his protests from the kitchen as he declares, “I want my football jammies! Not boring pants!”

Meanwhile, you and Claudia are stacking plates in the sink. As she turns to grab a towel, you catch her by the waist, pulling her into a gentle hug.

“Look at us,” you say softly, your forehead resting against hers. “Starting our day covered in syrup and chocolate, as always.”

Claudia laughs, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” She leans in, her lips brushing yours in a quick but tender kiss.

“Eww!” Noah’s voice calls from the other room. “Mamá! Mummy and Mamí is kissing again!”

You both laugh, pulling apart reluctantly. “We’ve been caught,” Claudia teases, picking up a cloth to finish wiping the table.

By the time you join Patri in Noah’s room, she’s managed to wrangle him into a pair of jeans and his favorite Barça jersey. He’s standing on his bed, striking a superhero pose. “Look, Mummy! I’m so cool!”

“You’re the coolest,” you agree, scooping him up and spinning him around. He giggles uncontrollably, wrapping his arms around your neck.

Once Noah is dressed, the three of you take turns getting ready for the day. Noah makes a beeline for your shared bedroom, climbing onto the big bed and settling in with Peppa Pig playing on the TV.

Patri emerges first, wearing casual jeans and a fitted sweater, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail. She kisses Noah on the forehead as he points at the screen. “Mamá, look! Peppa’s jumping in muddy puddles!”

“Do you want to jump in puddles later?” Patri asks, sitting beside him for a moment.

“Yeah! And I can splash you!”

“Of course you can,” Patri says, laughing.

Claudia comes out next in jeans and a oversized barca shirt. “Ready, Noah?” she asks, smoothing his curls.

“Not yet, Mamí!” Noah says, eyes glued to the screen. “Peppa’s almost done!”

You’re the last to emerge, tying your hair back and grabbing your sneakers. “Peppa’s almost done, huh? Well, when she’s finished, we’ve got a park to visit.”

“An’ ice cweam!” Noah reminds you.

“Yes, and ice cream,” you confirm with a laugh, leaning against the doorway as your wives exchange amused glances.

As the show ends, Noah scrambles off the bed, bouncing with excitement. “Let’s go, let’s go! I wanna see the ducks!”

Patri grabs his little sneakers, Claudia picks up his water bottle, and you grab the football from the corner of the room. Together, you head out as a team, ready for another day of love, laughter, and Noah’s boundless energy.

~~~~

Buy me a coffee here.

[your-highnessmarvel]

Cantankerous

AN: So some of yall ( namely @jana-jaeynneee @delicateblues @blondegirlie )requested a part two to THIS and I mean, I must oblige the populace. So here's another brain rot of Billy Butcher.

This can be read as a sequel to THIS or as a oneshot either way. Y'all ready for some more madness?

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT, breath play, kink size, age-gap if you squint.

MINORS DNI BELOW THE CUT

The safehouse was so quiet you could've heard a mouse walk the entire length of the kitchen. But no one was here. It was just you and the silence and the loudly walking mouse that was meandering across the makeshift living room. Oh and Butcher - Billy - whatever. But he was snoring like a cow in heat on the couch, the tiny TV droning and casting a greyish blue glow onto his sleeping features.

When you'd found him there, you'd almost padded back to your little corner and called it a night. But a growl in your tummy made you ache for something to nibble on. And now that the team was basically under government watch and the FBI's Most Wanted list, it's not like Frenchie was stocking the fridge with nutrient dense foods.

It was mostly bread, peanut butter, bananas or avocados (depending on which ones came on special first), and a few cold cuts he could swipe.

But this time, as you pulled the mini fridge open, you wanted to smack Frenchie on the shaved side of his idiot head. There was nothing but one darkening banana and a Doctor Pepper in there.

"Stupid," you mumbled, grasping onto the banana.

"You should have your head checked out, hun."

You rolled your eyes, groaning inwardly as you turned to the man sitting up on the couch like a revenant. He turned his head, snuggled his chin onto the back of the couch, and pouted at you.

"Why?" you asked, closing the fridge door with a bang.

He lifted one dark brow. "Because you're over there calling a 'fridgerator stupid."

You leaned back against the counter and crossed your ankles. "Who says I called the fridge stupid?"

He shrugged. "Who knows why you women do them things that you do." And just as you were about to tell him where he could shove his opinion, he sighed and asked, "Fancy a midnight nibble, yeah?"

You recoiled, swallowing your retort before showing him the banana from across the room. "There's only one thing left to eat before God knows when."

He made a face, more like a grimace, somewhere between pain and resolution. "Have it," he said, waving you away.

Ever since that night at the Seducer's mansion, it's like everything had changed for you while not the slightest thing had shifted for Butcher - Billy.

It's like he hadn't culled two orgasms from you.

It's like he hadn't told you those things that were absolutely not lies.

He'd barely talked to you since, waltzing into the next month as if you were just a decoration hung on the wall that you caught him looking at once in a while, but otherwise, he resorted to silence with you.

He never asked you anything. He never answered your questions. Even when it was just the two of you at the safehouse, like tonight, he'd knock out on the couch after a few beers and lull you to sleep with the sound of his snoring.

This was the first time in 4 weeks he'd spoken a direct word at you.

"I could split it," you said, gesturing to the banana.

He shook his head, raked a hand over the left side of his face. "Did I ever tell you my series of fun facts?" he asked, looking at the TV so all you could see was the back of his head.

You'd heard him have a shower an hour ago, cursing at the cold water and the lack of proper space for his abnormally large body.

Whenever the boys took a shower, in that cramped, open space beside the kitchen, you made it your mission to count how many cracks there were in the wall. Aside from the safehouse having no proper bathroom utilities, the "shower" had no curtain. It was just a shower head off the wall with a handle to open it.

So when you'd heard the shower head squeal to life an hour ago, you'd turned in your little cot and pretended that you weren't jealous of that water. Of the droplets running between his pecks, gliding down his tummy, running along the small hairs on his arms. Of the water that caressed the planes of his face, that rushed into his hair, that tumbled along the hard ridges of his back.

It had been insanely hard not to get lost in those thoughts. You were trying to forget Billy Butcher, to classify him as your leader instead of as the recipient of your antiquated school-girl crush. You knew Billy didn't think that way of you, you were certain. All those things that he told you while he'd been two knuckles deep in your cunt, even if they weren't lies, had to have been in the heat of the moment.

You thought better of Billy Butcher--higher. There was no way a man of his age, his experience, would be as cliché as to want to fuck his twenty-something coworker.

"Your series of fun facts?" you asked back, throwing those thoughts back into your head, in a drawer so deep, locked away, so forgotten you'd never risk finding it again.

He snorted. "Sounds nerdy, I know, you'll love it." He patted the side of the couch next to him, a dull invitation.

Truth is, even if you had tried to ignore him as well, a part of you had missed being close to him. He was a genuinely nice and funny human being, when he wasn't chopping arms off or punching people in the head.

Sometimes, when it was just the two of you - well, before the whole Seducer incident - he could be wholeheartedly nice to you. He'd made you a sandwich once when a pad fell out of your toiletries bag and he so eloquently yelled to everyone in the room that you were on the rag. He'd cut your hair--surprisingly well--when you had the remains of the mailman's brains gathered in chunks in your hair.

So that pat on the couch was like an old reminder of the relationship you'd had with him before...well before everything.

You padded towards him, bare feet on the cold cement. He looked at you over his shoulder, taking in the long pajama pants, the long t-shirt.

When you sat dow beside him, sinking into the couch, you took a glance at him. He was still dressed in his black jeans but he'd switched his open blouse for a long-sleeve black sweater that hugged onto his shoulders like a glove.

"They say," he started, smiling, raising a finger as if he was in deep thought. "That the same bacteria found in yogurt can be found in a blue whale's vagina."

You glazed your eyes. "I don't know why I expected anything less," you groaned.

He chuckled. "Get this, right," he continued, shuffling on the couch to get more comfortable. "Crocodiles mate by like twisting 'round each other, like some sort of licorice, and then the male uncovers his hidden penis like a gun and shoots up the female."

You leaned your head back onto the couch and groaned again. "Are these fun facts going to serve me in real life?"

He leaned forward, as if to tell you a juicy secret, his weight dipping the couch so your shoulder slid an inch closer to him. "Sometimes, male elephants use their giant dicks as a fifth leg."

That made you smile and burst into giggles. "Why would that be of any service to them at all?" you chuckled, raising your head to meet his eyes.

He shrugged, grimaced at you. "Maybe they can run faster," he offered.

"Doubt it."

"Oi, maybe they use it as a weapon of some sorts."

"What, like a sword?"

"Dunno, I'm not the one with a giant fifth leg."

You started laughing, a real laugh that tore at your gut and made you throw your head back. Of everything Butcher was, he was a walking comedian. Sure, it enclosed a multitude of unhealed trauma, but the things he could pull out of his magic hat could be the difference between a dreadful nightmare or a peaceful sleep. And that's always something you'd appreciated from him.

"I wanna ask you somethin', little Truthteller," he asked, suddenly somber, as if the lights in his head had dimmed all at once.

The little nickname, the pet name, drew the breath from your lungs and swiped the smile off your face, bringing you back the that box beneath the floor. The enclosed space where it was just you and him, and you and his breathing, his kisses, his caresses.

The grip you had on the banana tightened.

"First of all," he sighed, cocking his head to look at you. "Are you going to eat that fucking banana or keep teasing me?"

"Here!" you said, smiling, handing him the fruit. "I said take it if you're hungry."

He swiped it from you, grazing his fingers against your knuckles. "Thanks," he mumbled, peeling it and wolfing it down in three bites.

Well, you thought. There goes my midnight snack.

"Are you..." he trailed off, swallowing the last of his banana before dumping the peel on the coffee table. "Are you angry with me or something or the other?"

You frowned, taken aback. If anything, you'd thought he was mad at you for something or the other.

"Don't tell me you're that boomer who assumes every woman is mad at something," you grumbled, crossing your arms.

His eyes dipped to your chest for a fraction of a second, so quickly that you'd have missed it had you blinked. The action of crossing your arms had pushed your breasts together, making it obvious that you weren't wearing a bra.

Something dark and slow, like molasses, stirred in your belly.

"First thing's first, young lady, I'm not a boomer," he corrected, grabbing your wrist, "and secondly, please don't push up those pretty tits in my face unless you're willing to suffer the consequences," and he dropped your arm.

You gulped, feeling heat spread deep in your belly, across your chest, and into your head.

Your heartbeat picked up, like a tiny little drummer boy was kicking to life inside you.

He leaned back, dropping your wrist like nothing happened, and you hated him for it.

"I'm not angry," you answered decidedly. "I'm just... I just don't know how to behave around you."

He huffed, then turned to you and waved you over, making his chest appear like the most comfortable pillow.

You swallowed.

"Come on," he guffawed, gesturing to you again. "I want to tell you somethin' and I'm afraid that cunt Frenchie bugged up this dump."

You blinked, feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks like slow melting butter. But then you found yourself moving forward, crawling and closing the small space between the both of you until you were kneeling beside him.

He laughed silently, the dimples in his cheeks creasing. From up close, you could see the lines beside his eyes, the deep green of his irises, the way his black hair curled at the tip slightly.

He watched you watching him, following your gaze. You'd never seen each other this close before. The last time you'd been close enough to feel his breath on your cheeks, it had been pitch black.

"If you're refferin' to the last time we went on a mission alone," he said, his voice a few octaves lower, graver, raspier--as if he was straining against himself. "I'm not angry."

You nodded, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You felt his finger press under your chin, dragging your eyes back to his. They were kind, downturned as if he was concerned. "I didn't mean to force you into anythin'," he murmured, watching as you opened your mouth.

"You didn't," you answered quickly. "It was hurting so bad," you continued, pressing your hands together, held like a prayer against your thighs. "I think I would've died without you."

He smiled, pressing his thumb to your bottom lip, like he'd done under the floor.

"Come," he instructed, grabbing you by the biceps and hauling you over his lap, so your bum was pressed right on his crotch, your shoulder nuzzled against his chest. Even sitting, he was so much bigger and taller than you, that you felt like a tiny rock in his hand.

He was so warm, smelling of something woodsy, something smokey--a scent so unique to him it made the volley of butterflies in your tummy take flight across your chest.

He pressed a big, warm hand against one of your thighs and flattened your knees, his breath hitching over your head. Your heart hammered, a deep throb against your throat.

"Did you like it?" he asked slowly, pressing deep circles into the inside of your left thigh.

You pressed your lips together, feeling his other hand cradle you against his chest. "It was..." you swallowed thickly.

He pinched the sensitive skin that he was caressing, the ache swarming your head, even through the layer of your pajama pants. "Don't be embarrassed," he cooed, leaning his nose against your temple.

"Butcher, I-"

"Billy," he interrupted, grabbing your chin and lifting your head up to meet your gaze. You gasped, meeting his eyes with a sweet-sour feeling in your belly. "Love, it's always Billy for you." He looked at your mouth, trailing his finger down the column of your throat before lacing his fingers around your neck like a pretty little necklace.

"You look so tiny like this," he mumbled and you felt him then, hard and warm against your bum, before he leaned over and ravaged your mouth, kissing you like you were the imaginary oasis in a desert and he was a man parched dry.

He groaned against your mouth, grasping at your throat like a lifeline, pressing until air was taken from you and you keened against him, both of your hands reaching for his arm, digging into the chiseled skin.

"Billy," you said, breathless, your lips bruised from his kisses, his teeth nipping at your mouth like a predator.

"Yes, love?" he mumbled, out of his mind, his fingers closing around your neck like a noose until you choked against his mouth. He swallowed your sounds, groaning against you. "Can't breathe?" he mocked, loosening his fingers ever so slightly and giving you just a sliver of air to suck onto as you closed your eyes. The blood rushed out of your head and back into your body, pounding in your chest, sliding slowly down your tummy and settling into your cunt like a heavy, hard drum beat.

"Billy, I'm-"

He cut you off with a kiss, squeezing your neck, letting you choke against his mouth until he gave you a few licks of air. He enjoyed toying with you and you let him, sucking onto the air he gave you, kissing him, feeling as lightheaded as a balloon.

When your lips were red and swollen, your eyes glazed, and your breath hard and fast, he finally took his hands from your neck, kissing your cheeks and your eyelids. "You did so good f'me," he panted, lazily tracing circles on your neck, watching as you heaved in breath after breath.

Somewhere, you knew your panties were slick.

He kissed your temple. "Breathing when I allow you," he groaned, kissing your cheek. "And now look at ya, pretty head empty, eh?" You knew he was taunting you but all you could do was focus on your breathing, getting as much air in as to not pass out on his lap.

"I'm so...tired," you moaned, reaching up to kiss him, but he grabbed onto your face, dwarfing your head in his big hands, and smiled down at your sleepy little eyes.

"But I've got you right where I want you," he cooed, kissing your other cheek. "Get on your knees for me, yeah?" he whispered, and you would do anything for him in that moment, light-headed, dazed, panties wet, soaked as you fell to your knees before him.

You looked up at him from between his spread thighs. "God," he groaned, pressing his thumb to your fat bottom lip. "Look at you."

You swallowed hard when he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes like magnets to your every movement. He took himself out of his pants, root and stem, groaning and leaning forward to caress your cheek, his eyes serious all of a sudden. "Take your time, little Truthteller, I want to see every second of this."

You looked up at him, brows upturned, nodding. As he leaned back, you got a good look at him; he was big, just like the rest of him, angry red tip leaking precum already.

Your empty little head just wanted to please him, like he'd done to you beneath the floorboards of the Seducer's mansion, but a nervousness kicked at your belly.

Hesitantly, you scooted closer, wrapping your hand around his length, the skin scorching hot, listening to him sigh and melt into the couch.

You leaned forward, giving his tip little kitten licks until you pressed the entire tip of him against your warm tongue, wrapping your lips around him.

"Fuck," he whispered, one hand gathering your hair, lifting it away from your face so he could see you. "I'm not going to last long, little Truthteller."

You wondered, somewhere where your mind wasn't so empty, if he'd been holding out for you, keeping himself from jerking off because he wanted to do it with you. If he'd been thinking of it for so long that just the warmth and wetness of your tongue was enough to rip him asunder.

You took him passed your lips, wetting him with your tongue, then bobbing back up to suckle on his tip until you'd wet him enough to start a slow rhythm.

He helped you speed things up to his desired rhythm by pulling and pushing slightly on your hair. You used one hand for the rest of him you couldn't take and the other on the inside of his jean-clad leg for support.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good, love," he slurred, his accent even thicker as you sucked him, wet him with your tongue, hollowing in your cheeks to treat him like your own little popsicle. "You can take a bit more love," he cooed, pulling on your hair, sliding himself out of your mouth with a wet pop.

You gasped, swallowing thickly, watching him watch you with hungry, deep eyes. At your slick red lips and your heaving chest and the way your eyes were still glazed over.

He leaned him, pressing a hard kiss to your mouth, his free hand caressing your warm cheek. "Yeah, a bit more?" he taunted, kissing and kissing and kissing you until you were drunk on his lips.

He leaned back and you leaned with him, taking him into your mouth again, feeling that sweet-sour wave wash in your belly when he groaned out your name.

You pressed him further in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut, bobbing him into your mouth further and further until your air supply was cut and you gagged on him slightly. Embarrassed, you slipped him out of your mouth, covering your lips as you breathed in much-needed air.

He smiled, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Too big for you, love?" he murmured, his voice laced with thick desire, watching your watery eyes widen. He was merciless. He was enjoying the taunt. He was enjoying the way you were so pliable to his demands. "Go slower, yeah, relax your throat." He mumbled those words against your cheek, inhaling you, before returning to his leaned-back position.

You swallowed determinedly, taking him into your mouth again, the hand in your hair squeezing as you started to bob your head again.

"Right there," he encouraged.

You did as he directed, slowly easing down on him, wetting him, sliding him against your tongue and relaxing your throat until the tip of his cock slid in there easily.

"Yes, right there, little Truthteller," he whispered.

Your eyes watered but you kept going, spurred by his praises until you had him almost all the way in your mouth. You kept sliding him in and out, as far as you could, feeling his tip slide down your throat further and further each time you slid your head back down.

"That's a good girl," he continued, breathless, voice lost. "Further, yeah, baby?" You knew he was spurred on by the moment so you tried, gulping him all down until your eyes blurred with tears and your throat spasmed around him. He squeezed your hair, groaning, holding you there until he was cumming inside your mouth, grunting, his hips spasming up, as if to fuck your mouth.

You slid him out slow, swallowing his release, breathing in deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

When you looked up, he was panting, head slanted back on the couch, chest heaving.

"Gods, little Truthteller," he groaned, leaning forward to wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes with his thumb. "You did so, so good for me, yeah?"

He kissed your numb lips, caressing your cheeks, pulling you back up on the couch. He tucked himself back into his jeans before bringing you close to him, snuggling your empty little dumb head against his chest.

You were cradled in his arms like a baby and when you looked up, you saw how sated he was, content and happy. He pet your hair, soothed the back of his knuckles on your cheek.

Then he smiled and leaned in, whispered in your ear, "Mine."

[luiluvr]

black beauty — luigi mangione

WARNINGS: f!reader, NSFW, mdni, sex, oral (f & m receiving,), unprotected sex, p in v, daddy kink, part two of ultraviolence, but can be read alone

WC: 1.8k

SUMMARY: Luigi returns home from a work-related trip, finding you in the kitchen dressed in his favorite lingerie dress from your closet. In which, he takes you right then and there. :)

A/N: it’s my birthdayy so smut fic to quench my thirst…. yayyyy 🙂‍↕️ also seeing the love for ultraviolence made me so so happy!!!! i’ve been practicing my smut writing, and i’ve decided (by request) to write part 2!! enjoy :3

You watched the time on your phone screen tick to midnight. Absolutely exhausted, but forcing your eyes open to await your boyfriend. Luigi had been gone on a work trip that ran late into the night and he was barely back in town. You never went a night without sleeping beside each other. Majorly, it was him that was incapable of sleeping without you next to him. He was addicted to your delicate body curled up against his own every night. Exchanging warmth, endless cuddles and (most nights) more than that. He had messaged you to let you know he would be home in ten minutes. You responded, the blue message bubble showing delivered: “see u soon, love <3”

He sent a simple red heart back, returning to the wheel. You spent the day with yourself, going to brunch alone, shopping for a new outfit, groceries and even got a new bouquet of flowers from the local floral shop. Wanting to be there the moment he stepped inside, you lugged yourself from the comfort of the queen-sized bed. Never too late for a snack, you had pre-washed the fruits from the market earlier — so now you stood in the quiet home, the knife gently clicking on the cutting board as you chopped the fruits. Some watermelon, strawberries, a few grapes and Lu’s favorite: mango. He usually ate all of them before you got a slice.

You were in the midst of bringing a banana into the mixture when the front door opened, in stepped your lover, his curls a bit messy, two buttons of his blue flannel hung open whorishly, he stretched, walking into the house fully, the sound of his keys in the key-bowl clank and down. He smiles, finding you in the dimly lit kitchen, his eyes travel down your body. You were wearing his favorite lingerie dress: pink knit, a low neckline, with white lace borderings and a small bow in the front. Subconsciously, he licks his lips and comes over to you, like a moth to a flame.

“Hi sweet girl.” His soft, yet rough masculine voice murmurs against your ear as he presses up behind you, his arms coming around your waist protectively. “You look so beautiful tonight.” He peppers kisses on the side of your neck as he watches your pretty hands pull the banana peel off the fruit, your nails were a shimmery black color; it was different compared to your normal french tips, or glossy pinks and other pastels. “Thank you.” You responded. Before you could continue cutting the banana, he pulled you back against him, “Missed you so much.”

His breath is hot on your neck, making the hairs stand and salute. “Mh, I can’t resist you sometimes, you know that dolcezza?” His palms creep underneath the thigh-high hem lace. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy like this… cutting up fruits for us, wearing that… Surely, you knew what you were goin’ to do to me.”

“What if I did?” You reply, a hint of sass in your tone, he smacks your ass playfully, grinning against your skin as he kisses down and over your shoulder. “Watch it, sweetheart.” It hadn’t been long since he let you fall asleep while staying buried inside you. He had been so clingy since, it brought you closer somehow. A string in Luigi had snapped, he was always addicted to you — but now more than ever. His fingers move higher up, practically lifting the dress all the way. His hands grope at your breasts as if he’s rock climbing and holding on for dear life.

“Spent an entire day without you, and you’d think I’ve been starved for a month.” He grumbles, his gaze moving from your body to the banana on the counter. He reaches out, picking up the half you had chopped already. “Open your mouth.” Almost instinctively, you do. He lifts it, leaning over your shoulder and pressing it against your lips, he smiled.

“Bite it.” He ordered, you bring the banana into your mouth and bite into it. He stares, smiling devilishly. “That’s so fucking hot, love.” Lu groans, you can feel his dick harden against your lower half. “Again.” And you do, your teeth sink into the softness of the fruit, his gaze locked on the way your lips wrap around it, he can only imagine it’s his cock instead.

“Put the bowl in the fridge, then come with me.”

In less than a minute, he was tugging you to the bedroom, he was eager, like he’s deprived. Yearning for another person’s touch—your touch. “Please, love, please. God, I need you so bad.” He whispers, kissing you desperately. Your hands work without having to see what they’re accomplishing. That being getting Luigi out of his pants. Unlooping his belt, hearing it hit the floor, the single sound of clanking was all you needed. He wouldn’t pull away from you, only to tug his shirt off — as quickly as possible.

His rippled stomach showcases him inhaling and exhaling, his muscles tense then flex as he tugs you back towards him, practically eating your mouth with his own. His hands come to your head, curling into your hair and tugging it softly, “Fucking hell, bellissima.” His black briefs are very obviously strained with his aching member.

In the midst of the intense makeout session — you found yourself moving down his body, your lips exploring him, every line and crease from his neck to his waist, just beside his happy trail; your fingers trace his v-line, causing him to let out a soft whimper.

“B-Baby girl.” He manages to choke up. Your eyes, glossy with desire for the male in front of you — flicker to his boxers. Your fingers waste no time in hooking onto them and tugging them down without further explanation. He moans out at the freeing feeling; and his heart races as he watches you — on your knees — for him. “That’s daddy’s good girl.” You could just die from the tone he spoke that in.

Not wanting to give to him at once, you gently place kisses down the sides of his cock, his length throbbing in your hand. He could barely even speak to you clearly at this point, his voice became deeper, “C’mon… Don’t tease.” He begs. The soft, pink tip already leaking precum from the mere sight of you. His hand navigates back into your hair, the other gently holds your chin, parting your lips enough to gently push himself in your mouth. He moans louder, “Fuck.”

While you began taking him, inch by inch; and suckling — Lu gently thrusted simultaneously, fuck it was painful for him but he loved it. He loved you. His eyes roll back as you lightly and playfully sink your teeth around him, not enough to hurt but enough to make him quiver with pleasure.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.” He muttered, “God, holy shit.” His large palm cups your jaw; and keeps your eyes on him. His face. Nothing else. Your mouth was an awful, pleasurable heaven he couldn’t stow away from. He was loving the sight of watching his cock disappear into your mouth.

He had to pull back after a bit, shakily sitting back on the edge of the bed. He didn’t want to cum so quickly, he wanted to hold on for you. He could hold off on cumming normally; but with you? That was another story. He looks at you, still knelt on the floor so perfectly, with your short nightgown pooled over your legs. He gives your hair a gentle ruffle before he gestures you over, and lifts you up before he gently lays you back on the bed.

“I think you deserve some love too.” Shivers. Pure shivers down your spine. You manage to shimmy back so your head is rested against the cushion of the pillows. Luigi buries himself between your legs. Something about his tickling breath and he crept up your inner thigh just made your brain oozy. He planted kisses on both thighs, stopping right at your heat. He knew you wanted it.

“Lu, please.”

“Please what?”

There he goes, pressuring you just so he can hear those dirty words fall from your tongue like a beautiful symphony. “Come on, baby. Tell daddy what you want.” You groan, feeling so uncomfortable of having to express that need, but it’s the only way you’ll get what your body’s aching for. “I need you to eat me out.”

Almost instinctively, he grips your thighs, lifting your ankles over his shoulders and leaning down again. He shows no hesitation now, tugging your panties down. “Atta girl,” he mumbles, nudging his nose against your clit, making you jump. He knows how much you like it.

“Mmh, this pussy’s so wet. All for daddy, yeah?” His eyes flicker to you, and you nod back quickly. He smiles, kissing above your entrance, he can feel your body tense in his hands. “Oh, sweet girl,” His voice causes a vibration that makes you squeak softly. Without alerting you, he moves in and begins licking up your sensitive slit, his tongue darts out, inside of you, he knows his way around. Knows the ways to move, how to angle himself, how to hold please you. Nothing could ever compare to the way his tongue poked at your g-spot and how he mouthed the entire area at the same time.

His hands move up along your sides, towards your breasts and squeezing them tenderly, and as you arch up against his mouth — he can only smile and continue feasting on the delicious platter that is your, perfect, soft, wetness… He moans, placing his hands back on your thighs and grasping them tight. “Fuckin’ love your pussy, my precious. My world..” He licks up your cunt, eliciting a soft suckle sound. Whatever he was doing — he was doing it right. Fantastically.

“Damn, I’m sorry. I can’t wait any longer, bellissima.” He groans, sitting up on his knees, his chin wet from your juices. “Fuck,” he shifts and wraps your legs around his west, adjusting you to the right position. He rubs your clit gently, loving the way you moan so beautifully. He slides his tip inside you, his eyelids flutter shut in pleasure. “Perfect pussy.”

“You love daddy’s cock don’t you?” He grins, shoving himself right inside you. You whimper, he leans down kissing your neck softly. He hums and starts thrusting into you softly, “Feels so good, daddy.”

“Yeah?” He lets out a soft laugh, touching and gazing at your body in the lingerie nightgown, admiring the way your breasts bounce as he fucks you. There was never a word to describe the way he stretched you out so well, that it didn’t hurt; but it hurt good enough.

“That’s daddy’s princess.”

Every word.

“Takin’ me so well.”

Every movement.

He slaps your ass, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear as he softly bites it. “God, my sweet girl. I love you so much.” He squeezes your ass in his hands, burying his face in your chest as he continues his passionate movements. “I love you, daddy.” You smile faintly, your hand grasping his biceps, watching him move above you, longingly.

His nostrils flare, in the manner they always do when he’s about to cum. “May I?” He whispers, brushing your hair from your face.

“Yeah..”

He kisses your lips softly, biting your lower lip and tugging it into his mouth as he holds your hips still, and lets himself release inside you. “Mhm, that’s daddy’s perfect girl.”

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[demigodsanswer]

And what if more percababies?

~

After Nella had been weened, dinners in the Jackson household became a complicated affair.

Sophia was already a ... complicated eater. Not picky. She was adventurous enough. But she was stubborn and demanding, and she had the iron will of a hunger striker when she didn't feel like eating whatever Percy had made. Having grown up with limited options, Percy found this behavior a bit incomprehensible, but also, startlingly endearing and joyful. That Sophia felt secure enough to deny food, and safe enough to request new meals filled Percy with a satisfied joy was contradictory to, although equally present as his frustration. Last night, she had eaten three bowls of Foot Loops for dinner.

Nella was a classic picky eater, though, and had been the reason so many home-made dinners had become bland and routine. Percy had started cooking what they called "Nella chicken." No pepper or other seasonings, just a breast cooked in a little bit of butter, plated up with butter noodles, and some ketchup. Hers was cooked separately so that he could season the rest of the food. They had a list of foods like these for her -- hot dogs (but cut up, no end pieces, and only beef, no pork), grilled cheese (but not burnt!), Uncrustable PB&J (but not homemade PB&J), carrots, strawberries, blueberries, and apples (but not bananas or oranges). Nella has also developed a hunger striker-like attitude. But where her sister acted on principle, Nella genuinely seemed like she might be sick if you tried to force her to eat a pork chop. Percy had one convinced her to try a spoonful of peas, and she'd held them half-chewed in her mouth until Percy discovered them an hour later at bath time.

When they started telling people that they were expecting a third baby, people responded with the same question: "are you hoping for a boy this time?"

Percy and Annabeth had traditionally answered gender questions with the true: "We don't care, as long as it's happy and healthy."

But this time, they'd found themselves saying instead "We don't care as long as its not a picky eater."

And they should have know better than to tempt fate like that.

If Nella or Sophia left food uneaten, Olivia would just about vacuum it up for them. She was the first kid who seemed to take after the dog.

Percy had announced it was a McDonalds night. There was some kind of Squishmallow happy meal toy the girls wanted and had been asking for all week, Nella ate nuggets, and Sophia seemed to be on the brink of hunger strike if she didn't get french fries.

His family seemed satisfied with the choice, even if his and Annabeth's food wasn't a peak warmness by the time they got to it. They had to cut up Olivia's chicken and fries small enough that the one-year-old could manage on her own, open the toys for the girls, and negotiate a trade deal between them (which involved promising Sophia a full-sized Squishmallow later in the week if she just handed over the purple bat to her sister because "you know it's her favorite color. You can have the flamingo. It's pink!"). But finally, the older girls were playing, Olivia had been set free of her high chair after eating all of her food, and Percy ad Annabeth could sit and eat in front of the TV.

Percy figured his food was already past the point of delicious, so he left his Big Mac for another minute to lean in and kiss his wife, the only thing that brought him true calm these days. He loved the chaos of their life together, but when he needed that steadiness, he could count on her to be there. He felt her hand on his stubble as she pulled away, a contented smile on both of their faces.

"Your burger is being watched," Annabeth said as they pulled away. Percy looked over, and on the other side of the coffee table, Olivia had peaked her head up, showing Percy just the blonde top of her head and wide gray eyes -- a tiny Annabeth looking not at him, but at his food. Had Percy had a single meal in the last six months that this girl hadn't stolen a bite from?

Olivia pulled herself up, looking at him now, and opening her mouth like a baby bird.

"You're still hungry?" Percy asked. Olivia just kept her mouth open, wordless. She could talk -- she'd started around eight months like her sisters had (continuing to baffles pediatricians) -- but she favored a Jackson-like commitment to the bit. Olivia closed her mouth and then opened it again with a little chirp.

Next to him, Annabeth giggled and said something about nature videos and the cat TV she played for Boo, their fifteen year old cat.

"Yeah? Are you a little birdie?" Percy asked, standing to pick her up.

"Birb," Olivia confirmed. Percy sat back down and rested her between himself and Annabeth. They took turns picking bits off their own burgers and offering them to her. Olivia ate whatever the provided - bits of patty, cheese, pickle, lettuce, bun, even the special sauce.

Despite giving her little nibbles, Percy did still try to get in actual bites of his own meal, distracting Olivia with a full-sized fry to try and chew through while Annabeth chatted to him about her day, and their plans for the weekend. Distantly, he could hear Sophia and Nella playing in their room, nicely and without trying to kill each other.

Percy settled into the pleasantness of the evening, and let his guard down.

Next thing he knew, Olivia had pulled herself to standing on the couch, and was leaning in for a bite of his burger in the same moment in made it to his mouth. Tiny thing that she was, she got a good bit in her mouth and biting down possessively the way a street dog might. Too shocked by the whole scene to do anything about it, Percy reluctantly took the burger out of his mouth and helped Olivia take the massive bite she was after.

Annabeth, through her laughter, watched over her carefully to make sure she didn't choke, but Livy managed it all. Percy looked back at what would have been the final few bites of the burger, almost impressed at how diminished they were. Olivia only had a tiny mouth and four teeth, but she got through a decent chunk of meat and cheese, even a bit a bun.

Livy swallowed what she hand, and held out a hand to Percy for more. Percy ripped off more bread for her and handed it over.

Well. There were always Foot Loops.

~

What Percy sees when he tries to eat in peace

I was the butter noodle kid who had a special meal at home called "Emily Chicken," that was in fact unseasoned grilled chicken.

[frankenfran]

MRE Menu 15: Mexican style chicken stew… review!

(Featuring photos taken with my Sony Cybershot!)

I won't lie, when we got this one I didn't realise it was a stew and that dampened my excitement a little. My withered excitement was then further tempered when we opened it and saw the contents of the package:

Mexican style chicken stew

Cheddar cheese pretzels

Banana and pumpkin fruit puree

Chocolate flavor first strike nutritious energy bar

Jalapeno cheddar cheese spread

Chocolate and hazelnut protein beverage powder

Powdered hot sauce

Crackers

Admittedly that was mostly based around the presence of the banana pumpkin puree and the main being a stew, as the rest of the contents were very cheese forward which is a huge plus for me as a cheese slut. I just wasn't sure how well an MRE would handle a taste combination as comparatively "creative" as banana and pumpkin. It sounded more like some C-tier baby food flavour you'd mindlessly feed your child at 2PM after running out of her favourite flavours but perhaps that comparison is a bit too on the nose. Regardless! I was probably a 2/5 on the excitement scale.

So how was it? Starting with the "main", as they call it in the industry, I was kind of expecting something more watery considering it's labelled as a stew but what came out was very thick and somewhat similar in texture to the menu 16 chicken burrito bowl, albeit without the rice. It was much more orange than I expected as well, but somehow that made it look more appetising. Military colour theory and food psychology? Maybe I just like the colour orange? Who knows! Either way, it was really tasty, especially with the jalapeno cheddar and hot sauce powder. It has a really nice acidic tomato flavour with a very subtle hint of pepper—green chile, if the ingredients list is to be believed—and the little bits of corn are nice for variety in an otherwise very slop-type meal. There's an extremely muted hint of what I can only assume is garlic and onion powder or something similar and it all ties together very nicely.

It's hard to compare the overall taste but if you've ever had canned foods like Heinz spaghetti or Chef Boyardee, it has a similar flavour and texture profile while managing to feel a step above in both quality and flavour. The chunks of chicken are nice and tender and pull apart when you mix it up a bit. I was really looking forward to the jalapeno cheddar cheese spread as I'm a sucker for artificial cheese (USAmerican hereditary mental illness) and it was nice and well, cheesy. It's good on the crackers as is but especially good mixed into the main for some extra flavour. The hot sauce powder is pretty much exactly what you'd expect and not actually spicy in any meaningful way, but very much appreciated as added flavour variety. Scooping them all up together on a cracker is, in my mind, something close to the height of indulgence when you're out in the field… Or with your fat ass sat on the couch hungry enough to fuck a horse. It's all very filling and satisfying with a lovely processed cheesy squeezy chicken tomato pepperfuck taste that does not disappoint. My only criticism is that it should really have those weird tortillas the burrito bowl had with how thick this shit is. It would've been nice to make a little cuck wrap but I digress. 4/5 for the main itself.

(Unedited phone photo for clarity)

I expressed my concern for the sides but I must admit, I was wrong as hell. The cheddar cheese pretzels were quite literally just cheddar combos. They weren't labelled with any brands or anything but, as something of a combos enjoyer myself, they were pretty indistinguishable. I imagine the military must have some sort of contract with whatever company makes combos or they have a copycat manufacturer that makes an identical copy. I'm not sure but. They're cheddar combos! They're good! In typical american snack fashion they don't excel at being pretzel or cheese snacks but I like them all the same. I'd be stoked to have a handful of combos out in the field and I imagine I'm not alone. I'm going to lump my thoughts on the crackers in with the combos. They're crackers. If you've ever had club crackers or anything adjacent you know what they're like. Inoffensive and good as a vehicle for other tastier things.

When we squeezed the banana puree out onto the tray my opinion of it did not change, despite how unbelievably orange it was. It's baby food, no way around that. The pumpkin scent was the first thing to hit my nose and that surprised me, as I figured the average american soldier probably has a palette no more advanced than you'd expect and something "adventurous" like pumpkin might be off-putting. Nevertheless, I gave the baby food a try and found myself pleasantly surprised! It's unexpectedly tangy and much more banana forward than the smell would make you think. I know I sort of shot myself in the foot by comparing it to baby food and then saying I liked it but so be it. Googoo-hoorah, as military age regressors probably say.

The chocolate flavor first strike bar came in an adorable little package that looks like something right out of some cutesy military themed video game like Army Men or something. I'm not sure why it triggered my maternal instincts but I'm breastfeeding the wrapper as we speak. The bar itself was not as cute, but the taste was fine. It was very dense and sticky with little bits of what I assume is puffed rice throughout. It's the kind of thing your friend's granola-y mom would give you in place of a snickers bar on a beach trip or something. Chocolatey and inoffensive but so oddly textured and dense that it manages to feel more concerning in your body than an actual candy bar. It's okay! The hazelnut protein beverage powder is similarly just okay. It has that slightly sickly taste that protein powder based beverages have and the frothy thickness as well. I don't mind that so much but the chocolate hazelnut flavour was a little bit overwhelming at this point in my meal. Maybe I had already eaten my fill of sweet-adjacent things and it would hit different in the field. Not actually bad but not my favourite by any means.

The orange and brown shit-like abomination you see was my attempt at mixing things up a bit. Originally when I sent this part of the review to my daughters I included an image of my combo abomination. Unfortunately it's so unbearably so shit-like and hi-def (didn't take the pic with my digicam) that I worry people will think I'm jumpscaring them with poop and or puke so I decided against posting it. Here's a bonus picture of PLA Saya enjoying a first strike bar instead. Thank you for understanding. I love you.

The first strike bar added some next texture to the baby food and the protein drink drizzled on top added literally nothing and was a mistake. Don't do that. Maybe if you really like all of them you can make some sort of field milkshake thing but that's between you and the troops. Don't ask don't tell situation. I did not finish my little abortion meal but I probably would have if I didn't get cute and add the protein beverage.

All in all, this was a very enjoyable MRE. I give the overall package a 3/5 and a personal recommendation. I would probably choose the menu 16 over it if I had the choice but I simply wouldn't pitch a fit if this was all they had. If you've managed to read this whole thing, thank you! I want to start doing this for other MREs when we get them (probably not super frequently) and maybe some other things. Keep an eye out and keep being a good girl!

[teamchasezwrites]

Sober

Word Count: 15,807

Characters: Damian Priest/Cassie(OC), minor appearances by: Rhea Ripley, Bianca Belair, Naomi, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Finn Balor

Genre: Smut, Romance

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Getting Together, Dirty Talk, Kissing, Oral Sex, Consensual Touching, Almost Car Sex, Wall Sex, Vaginal Sex, Love Confessions

Summary: Cassie's sober now and finally ready to act on her drunken confession.

Author's Note: I've been hit up so many times for a follow up to 'Tell Me When You're Sober'. It's finally here! This piece of work went through two revisions and a complete rewrite taking me almost a month to complete. I hope you all enjoy! INVY is a real night club in Indianapolis. A little bit of personal growth for me. I just used the name and did no other research on it. Previously I would know everything about it down to the color of the bathroom walls.

Previous Part: Tell Me When You're Sober (Don't have to read to understand, but it sure helps.)

The beat of the music pulsed loudly as Cassie made her way into INVY, an upscale club in downtown Indianapolis. The heat in the building from all the bodies a direct contrast from the near freezing temperature outside. Even then she still felt a shiver run through her as the chill clung to her exposed arms and legs. She tried to get away with wearing jeans and a simple black t-shirt, but Rhea had taken one look at her and nearly recreated the scene from Cinderella where the stepsisters started pulling at her dress.

It wasn’t quite that dramatic she supposed, but it ended with a phone call. The next thing Cassie knew, Bianca was knocking on the door with a black stretchy ruched mini tank dress. It was sleeveless and fell entirely too short for her liking. She already pulled it down three times from where their Uber dropped them off to the door where security let them in without hesitation. Naomi came through with a pair of knee high black boots with a chunky heel.

The trio deemed her good enough and pulled her from her room barely able allowing her enough time to grab the small black shoulder purse. Thankfully it was already ready to go; packed with her license, debit card, credit card for emergencies, hotel room key, cash, phone and lip balm. What she didn’t have time to grab was a coat. Not that she had anything to go with the borrowed outfit.

“Why on earth would you need a coat?” Bianca laughed as the three of them crowded together in the backseat of the Uber.

“It’s gonna be so hot inside you’ll be wanting to take clothes off!”

Cassie hardly thought so as she once again pulled her dress down sending up a prayer it wasn’t one of those dresses you had to decide if you wanted to pull it up or pull it down. The club scene was definitely not her scene. The club scene she preferred was a cracker with two slices of pepperoni and a slice of cheddar cheese.

Or maybe a Subway Club. A six inch stuffed full of turkey, ham, roast beef with cheese. Loaded with lettuce, tomato, pickles, banana peppers, green peppers, onion. Some mustard and mayo to top it off. A side of chocolate chip cookies…

Cassie’s mouth watered. Damn she wished Subway was open this late. Man she wished she was back in Philadelphia where she could walk into Wawa and order exactly that. Wawa didn’t offer chocolate chip cookies but she’d settle for brownie or a chocolate chip muffin. Or better yet – a side of creamy mac and cheese.

She should have eaten more in catering but she hadn’t planned on being awake at this hour. That all changed when Jey won the Men’s Royal Rumble. That meant partying. And there was no way she was going to get out of it. Not with Rhea around.

“Who’s got first round?” Rhea asked as she lead them through the crowd to the bar.

Cassie looked around and noticed the glances in their direction. Watched as lips moved in hushed, whispered words. Though with the volume of the music, she knew the words were probably yelled in ears.

“Who got tossed first?” Naomi asked looking at her and Bianca.

“We all got tossed together,” Bianca said dryly, rolling her eyes.

That was true. A group of them were fighting on the apron, desperately trying not to fall off the edge. She being one of them, tangled up with Zelina Vega. Then Nia Jax came up and shoved Bianca, who was was bent over the top rope, to the ground causing the whole pile to fall, including Naomi.

“I think I hit first because you definitely fell on me.”

“Sorry,” Bianca laughed at her. “Raquel had my hair, I was going wherever she was.”

Which was right next to her. Cassie caught a glancing elbow on the way to the floor before Bianca came raining down. She tried to catch her, but pretty much became a pillow to cushion her fall.

“Better yet, I think the champion should buy the first round.”

Rhea laughed as three sets of eyes turned toward her. She laughed and pulled out a couple of folded bills from the pocket of her tight black pants. “Alright. First round’s on me.”

Rhea got the bartender’s attention and ordered her drink then looked at Bianca. Then Naomi before finally resting on her after the other two women named their drinks.

“Just a water.” Cassie said blushing.

“What?”

“Oh hell no!”

“Gurl! We’re celebrating.”

Cassie stared at the women in front of her. Her face burning with embarrassment. She gave in to the silent looks and turned to the bartender ordering a vodka cranberry.

“Such a white girl drink,” Naomi laughed as she took her drink.

Cassie shrugged and took the drink, swirling the mixing straw around the ice cubes and slices of lime. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. The tangy sweetness of the cranberry burst on her tongue. It did hit the spot. A chilling drink in the near oppressive body heat. She supposed one drink wouldn’t hurt.

“Let’s go find the boys.” Bianca tucked her arm through Naomi’s and drew her into the crowd.

“Since when don’t you drink?” Rhea’s lips practically tickled her ear as she pressed to her side. Her arm tucked through Cassie’s like their friends in front of them.

“Since I made an ass out of myself last month.”

The sting of embarrassment was just as sharp as it was nearly six weeks ago when she woke with a massive hangover and a complete recollection of the night before. How she practically threw herself at Damian. Definitely propositioned him. And wholeheartedly professed her love to him.

She knew Rhea’s groan wasn’t louder than the music, but she still felt it deep in the pit of her stomach.

“Hold on,” Rhea took her hand and led her away from where Bianca and Naomi already entered the VIP area, filled with various wrestlers. She couldn’t help but search the crowd disappointment setting in when she failed to find who she was searching for. Then her heart flipped when she caught sight of him tucked behind so many people she only saw his hair. Pulled back into his signature bun with the braids hanging down the back. He laughed at that moment, his head tilting back and bodies moved and she had an unobscured view of his profile. The sharp jaw, pointed nose, crinkled eye.

Then she lost sight as bodies moved again and she was pulled through people to a tucked away piece of wall offering a semblance of privacy.

“What’s going on?”

Cassie blinked and stared at Rhea. “Nothing? You know this isn’t my scene.”

“We’re just here for a little bit. Drink. Chill. Hang out.”

“I feel exposed.”

“Please. You’re practically wearing a parka compared to everyone else.” Rhea ran her eyes over the patrons near them. The skimpy skirts and barely there tops. They were surrounded by cleavage and ass cheeks.

“I just…” Cassie blew out a breath and sagged against the wall. “I need to keep my whits about me.”

“But why?” Rhea pushed, stepping closer as bodies seemed to press closer. The music seemed to have gotten louder as Cassie’s voice softened.

“Because the last time I drank, I made a fool of myself.”

Rhea’s face softened. “No you didn’t.”

“I told him I wanted sink to my knees and choke on him. Ride him ‘til the wheels fall off.” Cassie’s face reddened as she saw a girl look in her direction. She took another drink and realized it was almost gone.

“Man’s a fucking Saint,” Rhea laughed. She lifted her arm and squeezed Cassie’s shoulder. She knew everything that happened that night. From both Cassie’s perspective and Damian’s. It was absolute maddening. She was practically squealing over the video chat when Cassie filled her in a few days later after having to nearly pry the story out of her. Damian took much longer and it wasn’t until the holiday live tour in Pittsburgh – the first time he’d been in Cassie’s company since that night in Boston – he opened up to her when he realized she didn’t remember. “I can’t believe you let him think you don’t remember.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Jump his bones!” Rhea shouted exasperated. “You should have beaten down his door the next morning and jumped him the moment he opened it.”

“I didn’t have him room number.” Her smile was weak at the look she received from Rhea. She knew one text to her would have armed her with that information. “But what if…”

“What if what Cassie?” Rhea straightened, her arms folding across her body. Her drink grasped in the fingertips. The glass covered in condensation. “He straight up told you he liked you. I told you he liked you. What the fuck are you waiting on? For him to decide it was just a drunken escapade on your part? That you didn’t mean it?” She narrowed her eyes. “You meant it didn’t you?”

“Of course!” Cassie exploded throwing her arms up in the air, nearly upending her drink. An ice cube escaped and slid across the floor. “I meant every single word,” she whispered harshly. “You know this. You know how I feel about him. Isn’t that why you sent him after me that night?”

Rhea blinked at the words. “I didn’t send him after you.” She frowned in confusion. “Cas, he asked me where you were. He was worried because you were upset. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Because he fucking loves you.” She nearly growled the final sentence.

Cassie deflated leaning back against the wall. She stared at their feet. Rhea’s black combat looking boots. The simple knee highs with the pointed toes. Her eyes closed and she blew out a breath. The music pounded in her ears. It felt like her pulse synched up with the beat. “I don’t know what to do.” She raised her head to meet Rhea’s eyes. “I feel so… paralyzed. And now he’s on a different show. I don’t even know when our paths will cross again. Wrestlemania?”

“You end this tonight,” Rhea said as she stepped closer and ducked her head. “You tell him you remember and you meant every single word. Then you kiss the shit out of him. Drag him back to your room and cross off some of the items on your list.” She smirked when Cassie ducked her head in embarrassment. “Come on,” she took her hand. “I need another drink.”

“Oh but…” Cassie started but fell silent as Rhea lead her back through the throngs of people pressed together on the dance floor. She felt a hand brush over her ass. By the time she turned her head to look it was just a blur of bodies; no way to tell who touched her.

“What’s your poison?” Rhea asked as they crowded in at the end of the bar.

“Oh I don’t know…” Cassie hesitated as she put her empty glass on the bar and pushed it in toward the other side.

“One more drink won’t hurt you.”

“I just don’t want to show my ass again.”

Rhea grinned. “With that dress you won’t need much help.” She laughed watching her friend frantically tug at the hem of her dress. She pulled her phone from her back pocket along with her cash.

“I think I’m supposed to get this round.”

“Well I won’t complain if you wanna buy me a drink,” Rhea grinned and opened her phone. “Come here,” she tugged Cassie closer, pressing their cheeks together and lifted her arm in the air. Their faces appeared on the screen. Eyes crinkled reflecting their big grins.

Cassie shook her head as she watched Rhea fiddle with her phone and turned back to the bar. She waved the bartender down and ordered herself and Rhea a drink. This time she ordered just a club soda disguised in a high ball glass with a lime garnish, figuring she’d get drawn into another alcoholic drink later on or a shot. She was digging in her purse for the folded twenty dollar bill when she caught money out of the corner of her eye slipping around her shoulder. It was then she felt the heat and presence of a body close behind her.

She tensed and turned her head to follow the arm to the man standing too close behind her.

“I’ll buy your drink Baby.”

His smile was slick and he reminded her of the guys at the bar in Boston. She didn’t want to be in that position again.

“No thanks,” Cassie said, her smile polite. The last thing she wanted to do was make a scene.

“Oh come on… let me buy you a drink. We’ll head out on the dance floor… get to know each other better.” From the smirk he was sending her, she knew exactly what he meant. If she accepted the drink and dance, she’d spent the entire time fighting to keep his hands from her body.

Cassie heard Rhea laugh next to her and looked over. She still had her phone in her hand her fingers moving over the screen. She turn around and found the guy even closer. He towered over her and unlike with Damian it didn’t make her feel safe. It felt intimidating. The bar pressed against her back as she tried to lean as far away as she could. One more time she tried to get out of the unwanted situation. “No thank you, I’m not interested.”

“I’d listen to her.” Rhea pressed the button on the side of her phone sending her screen to black. She looked up taking in the scene in front of her. Outwardly she appeared indifferent but on the inside she was seething. She hated guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Hated how they always seemed to be able to pinpoint the kind of girl who was too polite to tell them off, who could usually be talked into a drink or two because they didn’t want to cause a scene.

“I’m just trying to get to know her. She might like my company and want to spend more time with me.”

Rhea shrugged, her smile widening. “I’m just letting you know her boyfriend probably wouldn’t like it.”

“What boyfriend?”

“Me Pendejo.”

Cassie’s eyes widened at Damian’s voice and she watched as the man in front of her straightened from where he’d been leaning into her. When he turned, she was able to see Damian standing behind him. Intimidating in his own right dressed in all black with his tattoo covered arms on display. His jaw clench hard enough his cheek ticked. His eyes dark and lethal. His fists clenched at his sides causing his biceps to bulge.

She could have melted at his feet right there. Had to clench her thighs at the onslaught of arousal. Wetness pooled at her center and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

Before she could completely become a puddle on the floor, Cassie grabbed her purse from the bar and slid the bartender her twenty dollar bill to pay for the drinks. She grabbed her soda after shouldering her purse and sidestepped from behind the man still in front of her. The last thing anyone needed was Damian to punch the man and judging by the scowl on his face, he was close.

“Hey man, I didn’t know she was taken.” The man’s grin reminded her of a car salesman.

“Probably should have listened when she told you no the first time,” Rhea supplied as she grabbed her drink. She took a sip to hide her smirk. Damian moved as quick as she thought he would when she sent him a text telling him of Cassie’s unwanted attention at the bar in response to his text of asking where they were. No doubt he saw Bianca’s and Naomi’s arrival and questioned why she and Cassie weren’t with them.

Cassie watched as Damian’s eyes got impossibly darker and he seemed to grow in height. The look menacing and she was a little fearful at what he might do. When he lifted an arm, she ducked underneath it and pressed against his side. Her arm wrapped around his back. She tilted her head to look up at him, a smile on her lips. “You made it!”

A sense of Deja-vu hit Damian. His hand dropped to the small of her back, keeping her to him. Over her head, his eyes never left the man behind her. It was just like that night in Boston.

“Just got here,” Damian let his eyes drop to Cassie. She wasn’t drunk this time. There was a red hue to her cheeks like that night, but this time her eyes were clear.

“Come on,” Cassie grabbed his hand. The roughness of his palm on hers. The long fingers slotting with hers. With a tug, he turned and followed her away from the bar.

“She saved your life buddy,” Rhea grinned as she pushed away from the bar. Her drink in one hand, the one she ordered Damian while watching the show in front of her in the other hand. “Next time when a girl tells you no, believe them.” She wiggled a pinky in his direction as a wave as she disappeared into the crowd following Damian and Cassie.

“That better not be water!”

Cassie looked down at her drink at Bianca’s words as she and Damian entered the VIP area. She lifted the glass in her hand and tipped it in her direction. “It’s not.” It was club soda so she technically wasn’t lying.

“This bitch tried to order a water earlier! We just fucking got here!”

“I figured someone outta keep their head about them tonight,” Cassie teased even as her face flamed.

“Nah man, we’re here to party!” Jimmy said as he came up to them and slung an arm around his wife. “Yo Rhea, you double fisting?”

“Aye shit! That’s how you do it!” Jey joined the group. His smile was huge. Eyes wide and bright. Cassie was certain if she looked she’d find his feet weren’t even on the ground. “One of them for me Mama?”

“Sorry Uce,” Rhea lifted the drink in the air and passed it toward Damian. “It’s for Damian. He deserves it.”

“Hey,” Damian chuckled and reached for the glass filled with ice cubes and a dark liquid. “Gracias.” The joining of Jey to their small circle caused movement and shifting. Unfortunately Cassie dropped his hand but she stayed in front of him, slightly to his left. Close enough that if he turned his head, he could bury his nose in her hair.

“Deserves it?” Jey exclaimed, affronted. “Whatchu mean? I won the Rumble Uce!”

“He helped scare off a jerk at the bar who was hitting on Cassie.”

“You wasn’t scary enough?” The group broke out into laughter at Jimmy’s words.

“It was so much better to see the douchebag’s face when he turned around and saw Damian behind him.” Rhea smirked.

“I’m sure you was smiling…”

While their conversation turned to their best menacing looks, Cassie took a small step back until she was brushing up against Damian. His hand rested on the small of her back and she could feel the heat of the touch through her fingers. She turned her head and tilted it up. Her eyes caught Damian’s and she smiled. “Thank you for the rescue.”

Damian lowered his head, “what was that?” His hand slid to her hip where his fingers pressed lightly.

“I said thanks for the rescue earlier,” Cassie leaned closer to speak directly in his ear. His cologne drifted through her nose and she nearly groaned. She wanted to bury her face in the crock of his neck and breathe him in.

Damian lifted his head so he could shoot Cassie a smile. “Anytime Corazòn,” he said with a wink.

Cassie felt warmth all over at the whispered word. Sometimes she woke up to a whispered ‘Corazòn’ in her ear with a phantom weight pressing down upon her. It left her feeling empty and alone. She had no one to blame but herself. After all, she led him to believe she didn’t remember when the opposite was true.

She couldn’t forget that night. Her subconscious liked to bombard her with memories of that night. Little details like the smell of his cologne – the same that filled her nose right now. The feeling of his beard against her temple when they took the selfie together in his car. The taste of his lips on hers. The feeling of his cock beneath her hand as she tried desperately to free it from his jeans.

She brought her glass to her lips as her body heated with her thoughts. The club soda did little to cool her down and she actually wished for the sting of alcohol. There had to be a way to break the continuous loop they were stuck in. The cycle had the chance to last a lifetime. As much as she hated to admit it, Rhea was right. It was up to her to do something. Damian thought she didn’t remember. Probably assumed it was just drunk girl talk. He had no idea…

“Hold up! Every smile!”

Cassie turned her focus back to the group where Bianca had dug her phone out and was holding it up in the air to take a picture of the group.

There were laughs and shoves as the group closed ranks and gathered in close; pressing together until all their faces showed up on Bianca’s screen. Her, Damian, Rhea, Jey, Naomi, Bianca, Jimmy, Montez. Half of Bayley’s face in the corner of the frame. Natalya stretched up from behind the group.

“Let’s dance!”

A cheer went up and Cassie found herself being drug away from Damian. Her pleading and the scrambling of her feet as she tried to back pedal had no effect as Rhea pulled her out with the rest of the ladies. The girls stayed in their group and found a spot to dance together. Before long she found herself moving to the music. It was hard not to with Bayley and Naomi egging her on.

She lost herself to the fun of the music and being able to let go. Drinks they brought onto the dance floor were finished. More replaced them when Bianca and Naomi went to get the next round. Her purse disappeared at one point during a replacement round of drinks. It became a hindrance always falling off her shoulder. Dozens of photos were taken and her cheeks hurt from laughing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she was begging off for a break. Her feet were sore and a thin sheen of sweat covered her arms.

“Tell the boys to get their asses out here!”

“With drinks!”

Cassie nodded and moved away from the women to make her way back to the private area. Upon entering she saw Damian sitting in a low back leather chair. The table in front littered with drinks. Jimmy sat in a matching chair. Austin Theory in the other. Finn crouched between Damian and Austin. Her head tilted and her heart stumbled when she saw her purse sitting in his lap. Like it was his responsibility to keep an eye on it.

The longer she stared, the more she wanted to go over and sit on his lap. Feel a hand on her waist securing her to him or a warm hand lingering in her thigh. She imagined how he would lift it as he talked but would always place it back on her thigh. How his fingers would caress the skin above her knee before lifting it to gesture.

She needed a drink.

“Your presence is being requested,” Cassie told Jimmy as she walked up to them, breaking the conversation. “And they said don’t come empty handed.”

“Shit,” Jimmy groaned as he stood up. “Come help,” he slapped Austin on the shoulder. “Anything else?”

“Just to tell the boys to get their asses out there. I have a feeling if you don’t, they’ll be coming to drag you out there.”

Cassie watched as Jimmy and Austin walked away. She turned around and smiled at Finn. “Hey Finn.”

“Cas,” the Irish wrestler stood up and gave her a hug. “How are ya?”

“Trying not to have a hangover tomorrow. Rhea and I are road tripping to Cleveland.”

Finn chuckled. “The last thing ya need is Rhea driving.”

“Right. I didn’t pack my rosary this weekend.” She laughed as Damian and Finn joined in. It was common knowledge and a frequent poke at Rhea for her driving. Sometimes she would forget she was driving in the States and be on the wrong side. She always drove a little reckless no matter what side of the road she was on. When she squeezed into their car on days they drove to the next show, Damian or Finn always drove.

“We’re driving too,” Finn said as the laughter died. “We don’t have the room or you two could just come with us.”

“Sure be like old times.” Sort of anyway. Old times didn’t have Liv and Raquel.

“Sort of anyway,” Finn echoed Cassie’s unspoken thought. “Someone had to go and leave.” He turned to look at Damian, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Easy man,” Damian chuckled. “They just got tired of seeing me kicking your ass every week.”

Finn laughed at his friend’s words. “I couldn’t help but noticed you didn’t last very long in the rumble.”

“Before you start measuring, I’m gonna go get that drink.” Cassie reached for her purse as Damian stood up.

“I’ll come with, I need a refill.” Damian nodded at Finn, choosing to ignore his friend’s knowing smirk. He passed Cassie the purse he’d been holding since Rhea handed it to him on a quick pass by as she was getting another round of drinks. He would forever deny the feeling it had given him. A task as simple as holding a purse felt like the world had been handed to him. “What’s your poison?” He asked when they reached the bar in the VIP section.

It was a little smaller than the main bar where he rescued her earlier. He felt himself bristle with anger remembering Rhea’s texts. First the selfie of her and Cassie, then the text about the man hitting on her. He barely controlled his anger when he saw them. Cassie trapped against the bar. The man crowding her. He wanted to rip him away from her. Felt just like that night back in Boston when he saw her sitting in a man’s lap allowing him to put his hands on her. Too drunk to even do anything about it.

“Just a coke,” Cassie placed her purse on the bar. She began to unzip it when a hand was placed over hers. She looked up meeting Damian’s eyes.

“I got it Corazòn.” His fingers curled around her hand, pressing into her palm. The touch sent a bolt up his arm, zapping his heart. Her eyes held his. The green eyes captivating him as he watched the lights from the club dance in them. The way she tilted her head made him want to lean down and kiss her.

“Seventeen bucks.”

The bartender interrupted and Damian looked away as they hands fell apart. He dug his wallet from his back pocket and slid a bill across the bar. “Keep it,” he told him. He tucked his wallet back into his pocket and a quick glance of his fingers over the other pocket confirmed his phone was still there.

He grabbed their glasses and passed Cassie her coke. “Have you been faking it this whole night?” He asked, nodding toward the glass.

Cassie shook her head and took a sip of the refreshing soda. “No. I’ve had a couple. Mostly from peer pressure or when someone would shove a drink in my hand. Though Rhea did bring me water disguised in a high ball glass with a lime during the last round. I could have kissed her.”

“Any reason you’re not drinking tonight?”

Cassie’s face flamed as a blush took hold. “You mean other than not wanting Rhea to drive tomorrow?”

“That’s as good a reason as any.” A hint of longing coursed through him thinking about Rhea and Cassie driving to Cleveland; wishing he could be in the car with them. But he was flying back to New York instead.

“Actually I do have a reason for not drinking…” The words tumbled from her mouth before her brain could process. She ducked her head staring at the floor.

“Say cheese!”

Cassie lifted her head to see Natalya in front of them holding up her cell phone. The woman was always taking photos of everyone. There were a few she’d received from her she coveted. The smile on her face was organic as she wrapped her arm around Damian. She moved closer to him as his hand came to rest on her hip. She leaned against him, tilting her head until she felt his jaw. Then she sort of just melted into him.

“Beautiful!” Natalya smiled after she snapped the photo. It felt a little too intimate and decided not to include it in her stories least she start rumors or out a relationship that wasn’t ready to be disclosed. With a wiggle of her fingers, she left the two wrestlers at the bar and went off to find Rhea.

Cassie sighed, her shoulders sagging. Natalya’s interruption halted the conversation she wasn’t sure she was ready to have. It was both a good and bad thing. This…whatever she and Damian had been doing since Boston… was weighing on her. She was tired of pretending she didn’t remember that night.

‘Tell me when you’re sober Corazòn…’

She stayed sober ever since, hoping she’d be able to find the right time…the right moment to tell him everything she said to him that night. She took a deep breath and raised her head. “Can we talk?”

“Of course Corazòn,” Damian’s hand slid from her back to her free hand where he grasped it. He led them away from the bar and through the crowd of people. Heavier now as more people showed up. He wasn’t sure what Cassie wanted to talk about but she seemed pretty troubled. The carefree airy feeling she had around her when she found him a few moments ago disappeared.

Frustration mounted when he failed the find any semblance of privacy. Each place he looked already had people spilling out. The low back chair from earlier. The cushioned bench along the wall where he’d left his leather jacket. The small little alcove. At this point, he assumed even the bathrooms would be crawling with people.

“Did you bring a coat?” Damian asked as an idea popped in his head.

Cassie shook her head. “No. They pretty much pulled me out of my room. Barely even grabbed my purse.” She squeezed his hand and stared at the hold. His hand nearly dwarfing hers. His tanned skin a contrast to her lighter tone.

“Wait here,” Damian told her. He released her hand and cut through the crowd toward that bench on the back wall. His jacket still remained, balled up and shoved back in the corner. “Excuse me,” he said to the guy sitting there. “Just need my jacket.”

When he was armed with it, he gave it a little shake as he walked back toward Cassie, standing right where he left her. Her eyes sweeping around the room. When their gazes collided and he watched the relief cross her features and the smile grace her lips he knew then he was jumping with both feet.

With his jacket laying across his arm and his drink still in one hand, he took Cassie’s hand back in his and led her through the mingling people once more to the door on the side wall leading to a patio.

The cold nearly stole her breath as they stepped outside. It swept across her bare arms and over her thighs, right through her dress. She shivered and wished the drink in her hand was a hot chocolate instead. Or a nice warm smooth whiskey. Warmth surrounded her as Damian’s jacket draped around her shoulders. She placed her drink down on the empty high top table against the stone façade of the building to thread her arms through the sleeves.

She turned around and met his gaze again. This time it wasn’t the wind that stole her breath. It was the look of pure adoration on his face. His eyes so open and expressive as he stared at her. Her arm lifted and her hand cupped the side of his face. The scratchiness of his beard rough against her palm. “You gave me your jacket that night too.”

It was like Damian’s world came screeching to a halt. Everything he thought he knew forever changed. His eyes flared at Cassie’s words. He cupped her face with both of his hands. The movement caused her hand to fall from his face but it didn’t fall far; coming to a stop on his chest right over his heart. Beating exceedingly fast. He took a step forward their bodies nearly touching. He didn’t feel the cold anymore. Now there was a warmth flowing through him.

A vessel of hope.

“Cassie,” he breathed her name like a prayer. He was almost too afraid to voice his next words.

“I had a reason for staying sober tonight…and every day since Boston…” her fingers curled into his chest as she swayed toward him. “Everything I said that night was true from—”

Damian didn’t give her a chance to finish. He ducked his head and captured her lips, silencing her words. Her lips parted on a sigh when he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. He met her tongue with long strokes and short licks. There was no taste of cinnamon tonight. A taste he had since equated with her.

He withdrew his tongue and used his hands to tilt her head to better the angle as their lips moved together. Her hands clutched at his back and he couldn’t wait to feel them moving on his body. He broke their kiss and was rewarded with a moan of protest that hit deep in his gut. This time, he reunited their lips.

“Damian…” Cassie whispered against his lips. During their kiss, she moved forward pressing herself against Damian’s body. Her hands moved from his chest to his back. Her fingers curled in his t-shirt as she clutched him. Her body warmed from the inside out. Pulsing with need and want.

Damian rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled, both breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and watched as she blinked hers open. Pupils blown wide. Full of desire. “Tell me Corazòn…”

“I love you Damian…”

Damian palmed the back of her head, his fingers threading through the loose brown curls. He tucked her into his neck and wrapped his other arm around her back. He held her tight against him as he shuddered. A full body tremor worked him over spreading sweet relief through him. “I love you Corazòn…” he whispered directly into her ear when he ducked his own head. “It was so hard to walk away that night.”

“I didn’t want you to walk away.” Cassie lifted her head to stare at him.

“I had to be sure. I didn’t want you to wake up the next morning, realizing what we did and what happened… I was scared we would never be able to get back on track. Corazòn you’re too important to me to take that chance.”

Cassie went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. She felt it all the way in her toes. The feel of his lips on hers. The sweet, smoky taste of the whiskey he’d been drinking. Her hands trailed from his back down to his waist to his hips where she followed along the waistband of his jeans over his belly. She felt the muscles twitching beneath her touch. “Now will you let me suck your cock?”

Damian reared his head back, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. His cock gave an interested twitch in his jeans, already half hard from their kisses and her ghosting touches on his body. “Dios Mio,” he cursed as he gave an aborted laugh at the straight up raunchy out of the blue question. “You can’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?” Cassie walked her fingers up his chest where he caught her hand with his. She watched him bring her hand to his lips where he kissed her knuckles.

Damian took a step back keeping hold of her hand. “Let’s go Corazòn.”

Cassie shivered at his tone. She held his hand tightly as they slipped back inside, leaving their nearly full drinks behind. The heat of the club suffocated the chill clinging to her body. The music felt ten times louder after having been outside hearing only the muted bass beats. They moved through the crowd of people before exiting out onto the street. She was prepared to get an Uber but was surprised when Damian turned to walk down the sidewalk.

“Did you drive?” She asked, stretching her legs to keep up with his long strides. She broke their hands so she could thread her hand between his arm and body; her fingers curling on his bicep. The move brought her closer to him.

They walked passed multiple bars, patrons and music spilling out of each one of them. Traffic steady on the street next to them as Ubers stalked the bars for fares. She burrowed closer to his side and buried her other hand in the pocket of the jacket trying to ward off the cold.

Once they reached the parking garage, it took only a minute to reach his rental. She quickly climbed in rubbing her hands together.

Damian wasted no time getting behind the wheel and starting the engine. He dug his phone and wallet from his back pockets and tossed them into the cup holders. “We’ll probably be back at the hotel before it even warms up.”

“Fine by me.” Cassie reached for his phone as Damian pulled out onto the street from the parking garage. Without thought her thumb tapped across the screen over the keypad entering in the remembered passcode.

“What are you doing, Corazón?”

“We’re gonna take a photo, so find us a red light.” As luck would have it, the next light turned red and Damian didn’t run the yellow which probably pissed off the car behind him.

Cassie leaned in. She threaded her arm through his, her hand on his bicep. The skin warm to touch despite being outside without a coat and the cool air blowing from the vents as the engine took its time heating up. His head tilted toward her. She held her other arm up in the air capturing them both on the screen.

With his Instagram pulled up, Cassie added the photo to a new post and tapped out the caption. Her thumbs moved quickly across the screen. A smiled teased her lips as her body swayed forward in the seat as the car slowed at another red light.

‘Get to be a passenger princesa again! Since he left us I have to drive now because frankly, Rhea scares the crap out of me. Still a highly recommended Uber driver. Five stars.’

She tagged herself in the photo before hitting post. It took a couple seconds before the feed refreshed and the photo appeared at the top of the screen. A dot appeared on the heart in the top right as notifications poured in. She paid then no attention.

Exiting the app she opened up his messages and attached the photo to a blank message. This time she was able to put her phone number in the recipient box. She giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Damian asked hearing the giggle. “Corazòn if you’re posting crazy shit…”

That brought more laughter as it was nearly the same thing he said that night too. “I’m not.” Cassie assured him. She sent the message and felt the vibration under her arm where her phone sat in her purse, still looped over her shoulder but caught beneath the jacket. She tapped on her number and went into the info where she put her name.

Corazòn.

“You have my number now.” Cassie locked the screen and set it back in the cup holder. Settling back in the seat she turned her head letting her eyes run over him. One hand lax on the wheel. The other dangling over his lap from how his elbow was leaning on the center console. The black t-shirt stretched around his bicep. The skull tattoo peeking from beneath. Slouched comfortably in the seat. Black denim stretched over thick thighs. Muscles rippling beneath the denim with each move of Damian’s foot on the pedal. His eyes darting to the rear view mirror and back to the road.

She was going to have to add another item to her list.

At that very moment she wanted to reach across the console and trail her fingers up and down the bunched fabric puckering at his zipper. Wanted to press a kiss to the corner of his lips – right on that tilt – right before trailing her lips to his ear. Where she’d whisper for him to keep his eyes on the road while her fingers pulled his zipper down. She’d free his cock, baring him to the heat of the car, and run her fingers up and down his hard length still nibbling on his ear lobe. When the first drop of pre-come beaded on the tip, she’d duck her head beneath his arm and…

“Dios Mio Corazòn, if you don’t stop looking at me like that…” Damian shifted in the seat trying to relieve the ache in his cock as he slowed to pull into the hotel parking lot. It was packed with cars as most decided to Uber tonight for Jey’s celebration. Luckily toward the back corner was a lone spot. It was a tight fight, but he was able to maneuver the car into the slot.

“I have another thing to add to my list…” Cassie pressed the button of her seat belt. The belt released and crossed her body as it wound back. She removed her arm from its confines and twisted her body as she came up out of the seat to lean over him. She balanced herself with a hand on the console. That left her right to roam.

And roam it did.

It started with fingers lightly grazing his cheek over his ear to the back of his head tangling in the braids. A small amount of pressure had him leaning forward and they were kissing again. Lips moving together and need and want built deep within their bellies.

Cassie’s hand continued its quest. Fingers clutching his shoulder, digging into the hard muscles, as a moan fell from her lips only to be swallowed by Damian. His hand palmed her cheek with his fingers tangling in her hair. Calloused hand against her soft skin. Wetness pooled at her center as she thought about those hands touching every inch of her skin. The soft sensitive skin of her wrists and the insides of her thighs to the ticklish patches where her waist slanted in and the inside of the arches on her feet.

She trailed her hand down his chest feeling his heart beating beneath the palm of her hand. She couldn’t wait to press a kiss to the heated skin over it. Her hand finally reached its destination finding Damian’s cock pressing painfully against its denim confines. Her fingers glazed over the bugle pulling a moan from him and his hips rocked into her touch.

“Do you wanna hear what I added to my list?” Cassie’s words were softly whispered against his lips as she broke the kiss, but were weighed heavily with desire. The tip of her nose brushed softly over his cheek as she teased their lips meeting again.

“Tell me Corazòn,” Damian’s whispers were broken. He lifted his hand to her hip smoothing the fabric down until he was met with the perfectly soft skin of her thigh. He ran his hand down as far as he could reach before drawing his hand back up this time dipping beneath the hem of the dress to the curve of her ass. A teasing swipe of his fingers over her panty line drew a sharp inhale of breath against his cheek. His lips formed a smile even as her own fingers continued to tease his cock – hard and straining against his zipper. “What do you wanna do to my cock?”

Cassie shivered at Damian’s words. She clenched her thighs together searched for pressure to relieve the tingling between them. At the same time, her hips chased the movements on his hand on the back of her thigh and ass. His fingers dangerously close to her center. A little bit further and he’d feel the dampness of her panties. Proof of her need for him. “It involves you driving and your cock in my mouth…”

“Fuck,” Damian breathed. His gripped her ass in the palm of his hand, his fingers pressing into the meaty flesh. He lifted his head meeting her eyes. Her pupils blown with lust. Lips red and swollen.

“But I kinda also want to climb the rest of the way over this seat and sink down on your cock…” As Cassie spoke, she unfastened the button of his jeans. The zipper gave way on its own, sliding down halfway due to the pressure. Her hand dipped beneath the fabric palming his cock through his cotton briefs. Her forehead pressed into his shoulder. Her breaths heavy. His cock pulsed in her hold.

Damian’s head tilted back hitting the headrest as a litany of Spanish words and curses fell from his lips. When her hand moved to free him completely he stopped her with one of his. “Princesa, if you do that I will be ripping your panties off, dragging you over to my lap and sinking into that pretty pussy of yours.”

“That’s what I want.”

Damian groaned and nearly let her continue. “I seem to remember you wanting to sink to your knees and suck my cock. You wanted to trace my tattoos with your tongue. Sit on my face…” he ducked his head, his nose tracing an imaginary image on her cheek as his breath ghosted over her skin. “Wanted me to come all over you. Pressing my fingers deep inside your pussy…”

“God yes,” Cassie moaned. She met his eyes. The deep dark pools pulling her in, making her weak. She dropped her eyes to his lips. That full upper lip. The bottom lip she wanted to sink her teeth in. Framed by the well groomed beard covering his chin and sharp jaw line. A shiver worked through her at the thought of its roughness moving over her skin.

Damian’s eyes grew impossibly darker as he watched the emotions flickering across Cassie’s face. He had to squeeze their hands around his cock when her tongue poked through her lips to trail along her bottom lip. “Corazòn, get out of this car now.”

Cassie’s eyes flared. Damian’s eyes were nearly black and she shivered. She slipped back into her seat and reached for the door handle pushing it open. The cold air rushing in felt heavenly against her heated body. After climbing from the car, she tugged her dress down smoothing it over her ass.

“This dress… I probably showed my ass to anyone around.”

“No one around but me Corazòn,” Damian took her hand, threading their fingers together.

They walked through the parking lot, weaving through the vehicles toward the front door. The doors slid open as they approached. The lobby silent in the late hour. The woman at the front desk never even raised her head. No doubt bored, scrolling on her phone.

The elevator opened immediately when Damian pressed the button. When they stepped on, he hit the button to close the door breathing a little sigh of relief when no one yelled out to hold the door. “What floor Corazòn?”

“Six.”

When the doors opened to the sixth floor, Cassie pulled him off the elevator by her hand still encased in his. She stopped at her door about halfway down the hall. With her purse on her shoulder with Damian’s jacket on over it, she had to pull her arm through the sleeve to free her purse. Dropping his hand, she held her purse in one hand and pulled the zipper open with the other. Rifling through the menial contents, it still took her a lot longer than it should to find her room key.

It didn’t help that Damian crowded behind her. His hands on her hips and sliding up to her waist underneath his jacket. Then his right hand left her body and reappeared at her neck where he brushed the hair off her neck. His jacket fell off her shoulder now that it was released from her arm. When his lips touched her skin her eyes drifted closed and she shivered. She swayed on her feet, her legs threatening to give out.

“The door Cassandra…” Damian murmured in her ear.

“Shit,” she breathed as she leaned back against him. The back of her head rested on his clavicle. His lips ghosting over her neck, as he pressed wet, open mouthed kisses on the skin. “That shouldn’t affect me that.” She wished for a a different style of dress at the moment. Maybe a strapless, corset style to completely bare her shoulders and neck to his wandering lips.

Damian’s fingers spread out over her stomach, the fabric soft beneath his palm. A slight press and they were touching. Her back to his chest. His hard cock to the swell of her ass. His lips still pressed kisses up and down her neck; ghosting touches that caused her breath to hitch and tiny little tremors. He lifted his right arm and trailed down the smooth leather of his jacket until he reached her hand where clasped in her fingers was the room key. Lifting their hands together, he held the card over the pad on the door.

The click of the lock disengaging caused a tiny tremor of his own to take over his body; for beyond the closed door promised Heaven. Sweet ecstasy he only previously thought about at night when he was alone with his intrusive thoughts. When he wasn’t strong enough to block out the wanton whispered begging. To block out the taste and feel of her lips.

He stumbled forward when Cassie, apparently more with it than he, pushed the handle down and opened the door. He recovered quickly to enter the room. The door clicked shut behind them

“I’ve dreamed about this…”

His response was stolen when she spun around and kissed him. A desperate kiss that mirrored his own. His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in as he pressed her against his hard cock. He swallowed the moan the movement made. His tongue was demanding as it invaded her mouth dueling with hers.

A quick move had his leather jacket falling to the floor along with her purse. Her hands clutched at him trying to get closer to his body. She squirmed feeling his cock pressing against her belly. Her pussy throbbed, begging to be filled. Her fingers gripped his hair as she stood on tip toes. Then she was floated as he picked her up with his hands on her thighs. Her legs wrapped around his waist and the kiss broke on a moan when her back hit the wall.

“Sorry,” Damian whispered against her lips, breaths coming out heavily. He pressed into her, his hard cock right at the juncture of her thighs. His hands roamed freely. Up her bare thighs pushing that black dress up to her hips. Over her stomach and up her chest where he cupped her breasts. Kneading gently as his thumbs brushed over hidden nipples until they peddled under his touch. His hands ran up her neck feeling her pulse beating wildly where they cupped her face drawing her back to his. Their lips met again in a searing kiss and it was his turn to moan when her teeth sunk into his bottom lip.

“Let me suck your cock,” Cassie breathed. Her body pulsated with need. Her mind tunneled down to Damian and Damian alone. Nothing else mattered. She wanted him – needed him more than she needed her next breath. “Please…”

“You beg so prettily…” Damian murmured running a light touch of his finger down the side of her cheek. His thumb ran over her bottom lip. He groaned when her tongue dipped out and teased the pad of his thumb.

“I’m actually about to become quite feral. I need you so much…”

“Fuck Corazòn,” he ducked his head into neck and breathed. Her perfume consumed him. Once a tremor worked through him, he lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Those words haunted me since Boston. I wake up with those words whispered in my ear. The feel of your mouth wrapped around me…”

He took a step back, letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor.

Cassie’s hands ran down his massive chest. She pressed a kiss over his heart. Her fingers toyed with the hem of his black t-shirt dipping beneath to find warm skin. The muscles rippled beneath her touch as she trailed her fingers along his stomach and the waistband of his jeans. A ghosting palm over his zipper drew a moan from his lips.

She pushed her hands beneath his shirt. As she moved up his hard chest, she moved his shirt with her hands baring his chest to her. Once her eyes caught skin she leaned down and pressed her lips to it. She kissed up the center of his chest, relishing in every hard breath she drew just from her kisses.

“Cassie…” Damian breathed and reached for his shirt rolled up into his armpits. He gripped the bunched material and pulled it up over his head. His head dropped back and his eyes closed as he lost himself to the feeling of her lips on him. He groaned when her tongue swiped over his nipple, drawing it into a stiff peak.

Cassie wanted to continue exploring every inch of his chest. Teasing his nipples with her tongue and sharp bites. Running her tongue over the tattoos sitting on each of his pecs. Tracing all the dips, lines, and ridges of muscles with her fingers and her tongue sucking little marks into the skin. That would come later. The thought caused her pussy to throb. Having him laying down on the bed, completely naked. Straddling his waist. Leaning down over him. Her hair hanging down tickling his skin as she mapped his body and committed it to memory.

“There’s so much I want…” God she wanted it all right now but for now she settled for sinking to her knees on the carpeted hotel room floor. Up on her knees she leaned forward and did what she told him she wanted to do back in Boston. Her lips pressed on the rough woven cotton twill feeling the hard ridge. She mouthed his hard length, listening to the soft moans falling from Damian’s lips. She placed a kiss to his stomach as she worked the button of his jeans open and lowered the zipper.

The sides parted revealing the black fabric of his boxers. Her fingers dug into the open flaps of his jeans as she leaned forward to mouth his cock. She moaned tasting the small circle of wet fabric where pre come had leaked. Her core quivered with each breath she breathed. The heady musky scent caused her mouth the water. She continued to mouth his cock through his boxers, finding the tip and drawing it into her mouth.

“Cassie…” Damian moaned. His shoulders hit the wall behind him as his legs weakened. He threaded his fingers through her hair. The strands tightened around his fingers when his fist hardened. “Let me in your mouth Corazòn…”

Cassie reached for his briefs and with the help of his free hand, pulled them down far enough to finally bare his cock to her. She moaned at the sight. Beautifully hard and tanned. A vein running up the underside. The mushroomed head glistening with a drop of come. She wasted no time in leaning forward. Her tongue licked up that pearl of come and she moaned as the salty, tangy flavor burst on her tongue.

His cock was hot in her hand when she wrapped it around the base. A squeeze drew a moan from Damian’s lips and she had an image of working him with her hand and swallowing his moans with her lips as she kissed him. Her pussy pulsed at the thought. Fluttering in quick movements and she wanted to press her own fingers inside her slick channel. That’s not what she wanted. She wanted him. His tongue. His fingers. His cock…

More Spanish curses dropped from Damian’s mouth when Cassie’s lips closed around the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled over the head, teasing that tiny little pucker of skin on the underside of his head at the shaft. His cock throbbed in her tight hold. The hand not moving, simply holding him steady as she worked his tip.

Slowly she started to sink down, taking more and more of his length inside her mouth. Her tongue continued to stroke and tease at the vein in the underside, drawing delicious deeps breathy moans from Damian. Her lips stretched around his girth and her jaw ached. When her lips met her hand, she released her fingers and grabbed his hips for balance as she continued to swallow more of his smooth length.

“Ah fuck Corazòn,” Damian groaned when her nose pressed against the skin at the base of his cock completely free of pubic hair as he kept himself clean shaven. “You take me so good.” He pressed a thumb against one of his hollowed cheeks.

She pulled off him until her hand was able to grasp him once more. The shaft wet now from her saliva. With a tight grip she began to move up and down. Just short movements up to meet where her mouth still wrapped around him.

Mouthing the tip she let saliva fall from her lips to his cock. Her hand moved up and down the entire length collecting her spit allowing her hand to move easily as she concentrated at the tip. Working to draw more moans and Spanish words from Damian’s lips. She brought the tip to her lips, tracing lightly before licking over the tip with a flat tongue.

She took a breath and suck him back inside her mouth. His cock suctioned to the roof of his mouth. Her tongue worked the underside. Her hand worked his base again up to meet her lips and back down. Her eyes drifted up over stomach and chest to his head titled back against the wall so she could only see the prominent Adam’s apple and the sharp jawline.

Her left hand which had been gripping his thigh dipped to glaze over his balls. His cock pulsed at the touch, feeling it expand in her hand and mouth. She moaned around his length before releasing him from her mouth again. This time she ducked her hand and mouthed at his balls. She swiped her tongue over the loose, wrinkled pouch before drawing one side into her mouth. She gently moved the ball around before releasing it and doing the same to the other. With a lick up the center, she moved her hand to continue to lick up his entire length before swallowing his head once again.

She bobbed her head on his length faster, feeling his hips starting to rock into her. She worshipped his cock with her mouth and hand. A wince crossed her features when Damian’s hand squeezed a little too hard in her hair. Then it was used to pull her away as his hips moved back. His cock fell from her lips leaving a string of spit from her lips to the tip. Using her hand to wipe her lips, she looked up and nearly came at the look in Damian’s eyes as he stared at her.

“I don’t care what item you want to cross off that list Corazòn, but it better be one with my cock in your pussy right now.” Damian’s voice was deeper than she’s heard before. Her body trembled with anticipation as more of her heat soaked her panties. He guided her back to her feet with the hand in her hair and their lips collided. His tongue licked into her mouth as he turned them around pressing her into the wall he’d just been using to stay on his feet as she sucked him.

“Right here,” she breathed against his lips. Her hands moving across his skin and over his shoulder to around his neck. She pressed against him and lifted her knee against his thigh. He rewarded her by lifting her once again and she locked her legs around him. Thighs squeezing his waist. “Damian,” she cupped his face and touched their foreheads together. Their breaths mixing.

He gripped her hips pressing his cock against her covered center. “Condom?” His were in his toiletry kit all the way in his room, two floors up. The days of carrying one his in wallet were long gone as he moved on from random meaningless hookups years ago.

“Don’t need,” Cassie kissed the corner of his mouth as her hands moved down his shoulders and across his chest up his neck to his back. She rocked her hips against him, feeling his cock right where she needed him. “I’m safe. Protected.” She kissed his lips with each word. “I wanna feel you. Nothing between us.”

Damian’s eyes heated at the thought of slipping inside of her warm wet heat with nothing between them. His head hit her shoulder as he shivered. His hands moved over her hips and the bunched dress. Running up under the fabric his hands met the soft cotton of her panties. He gripped the fabric at her hip in one hand. His muscles rippled and bulged as he gave a sharp yank. The sound of fabric ripping echoed through the room.

The shredded fabric fell from his hand and his fingers moved to her center, guided by the heat. He slid between her folds and moaned at the amount of wetness he found. He leaned the upper part of his body back and was able to send two fingers deep inside her. Their moans mixed at the intrusion. “You’re so wet for me Corazòn.”

“Since you scared that guy away at the bar…” Cassie breathed, rocking her hips into his fingers. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she pressed her shoulders into the wall to help with her leverage. “Standing there looking all dark and threatening… ready to take him out for me…you could have taken me right then.”

“You’re mine,” Damian growled feeling a tinge of the anger he felt earlier seeing Cassie trapped against the bar returning.

“Yours,” Cassie echoed. Her right hand drifted to the back of his neck, tangling in his braids. Her fingernails gently scraping the skin at his nape. “So take me.”

Damian withdrew his fingers and wrapped his hand around his cock. He gave a couple short strokes in the confined space before lining up with her opening. Another line of Spanish - dirty words that sounded like a prayer fell from his lips as he sank into her. She clenched around him, greedily pulling him in.

“God Damian…”

A full body shudder worked through him when he reached the hilt; completely buried inside of her. Finally. His forehead rested against hers and breathed deeply trying to get his body under control. Her hands came up to cup his jaw and he kissed her.

A dirty, open mouthed kiss full of tongue. Long dueling strokes drawing moans causing muscles to tighten and fingers to clench.

Damian looked down as he pulled back, watching as he exited her body, his cock coated with her juices. With her legs locked around him he didn’t have a lot of movement. Their height difference made the position a little difficult. He pushed back in drawing a moan from her. His hands slipped down to cup her ass and he moved closer, crowding against her.

“Fuck me Damian,” Cassie whispered. The position left her vulnerable. She didn’t have the ability to move and could barely rock herself onto Damian’s cock. She was dependent on him.

“Te entendí Corazòn,” Damian answered dropping his lips back to hers. He pulled out and snapped his hips back in drawing another moan. “I got you,” he whispered.

The rhythm remained steady. His hips moving in and out. He could feel her thighs tightening around him as she tried to move against him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders. His body the only thing holding her up.

“Damian,” she breathed. Her hand tangled in his hair again pulling her head to him. She ran her tongue over his ear tracing the shell. She drew the lobe between her teeth nibbling slightly.

Damian groaned and turned his head toward her to kiss her again. As he kissed her, he slid his hands up her legs toward her knees before dipping to the inside of her thighs. Her hands once against clutched at him. “I got you Corazòn,” he whispered but he slowed to a stop seated deep inside of her. Using his hips as leverage, he continued to move his hands down the insides of her thighs. “Unhook your legs…”

When she uncrossed her thighs he was able to get his arms underneath. He hook her thighs, his forearms under her knees. His hands back on the soft globes of her ass. The position opened her up wider and he swore he sunk deeper. “Hold on.”

The newish position allowed him to slap against her clit with each snap of his hips. She moaned loudly and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She arched her back trying to angle her hips to increase the pleasure shooting through her. Her head hit the wall behind her and she gasped when Damian’s teeth sank into the curve of her neck. “Damian,” she chanted his name. Her hands ran over his skin covered by a sheen layer of sweat.

“You feel so good in my cock, Corazòn,” Damian murmured into her ear. He felt her shiver and her pussy clenching around him. His fingers dug into her ass using the leverage to pull her back to slam onto him. Her hands continuously touched him, leaving a fire in their wake. There were light ghosting touches and firm swipes of her hand. Nails piercing into his skin accompanied by the tightening of her walls around him.

“I’m gonna come,” Cassie whispered, the feeling coming out of nowhere. The tension coiling deep in her stomach. Goosebumps rose across her body. Pleasure swelled. Her fingers gripped his shoulders and she slid one hand back to his hair where she used it to guide his lips back to hers. Her lips parted allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Desperate strokes that she broke as she moaned out his name.

“Dios Mio,” Damian leaned his forehead against the wall next to her. His thrusts intensified sliding in and out of her pussy. He pushed deeper and deeper clutching her ass mirroring his movements. His legs trembled as a sensation flooded his entire being. Like a Jack in the box’s handle being turned and turned. Each crank of the handle bringing him closer to explosion.

“Don’t stop,” Cassie pleaded.

“Never stopping,” Damian grunted, rutting into her. Their lips met again in a charged kissed. There was no finesse just a mash of lips, teeth, and tongue. “Cas…”

“Come inside me,” Cassie moaned as their kiss broke.

A harsh, guttural sound released from Damian’s mouth. “Not… until… you… come.”

Cassie’s mouth dried and her ears were filled with the sound of roaring and her blood pumped furiously through her veins. She whimpered and her eyes fluttered closed. She clenched around him and she wondered if it was a desperate attempt to keep him inside of her. Her fingers clawed at his chest leaving behind red marks in his beautiful bronzed skin.

A whisper of orgasm first appeared at the base of her spin. Slowly building, tension accumulating, invisible strands twisting and binding tighter and tighter. Then it was an explosion of euphoric pleasure ripping through her, stealing her breath.

“That’s it Corazòn,” Damian moaned as he felt her body tightened around him nearly trapping him. She shuddered in his arms as her orgasm washed over her. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he chanted the rush of her essence covering his cock as he slipped easily in and out of her. His own orgasm swelled and bubbled.

He sped up slamming his hips into her hard enough she was moaning with each slap. The corded muscles in his arms bulged and rippled as his fingers dug into her ass so hard he feared he’d leave marks.

‘I don’t have tattoos but I’d wear those marks proudly.’

The whispered words of a memory sent him over the edge. He slammed into her one final time and he came with a roar. His cock pulsed with each ejection of come deep inside her. His head tilted back to look at the ceiling but his eyes were unseeing as they clenched shut against the mix of pleasurable pain shooting through him. He hissed as her pussy clenched around him drawing another spurt of come from his cock.

His head fell to her shoulder as he slumped into her. His breath coming out heavy. His heart pounding wildly in his chest like he ran a marathon. His mind a hazy fog of post orgasmic relief. He could feel her hands on his back. Her arms cradling him to her, accepting his weight.

“No way I can give this dress back to Bianca.”

Damian laughed, his body quaking as he lifted his head. He pressed his hips into her as he shuffled a half step forward to secure her against the wall. Then he unhooked his arms from beneath her legs allowing her to cross them behind his back. The movement cause him to press further into her and he moaned softly, his eyes closing.

He blinked his eyes back open and reached up to brush the hair out of her face. A smile grew in his lips as he watched her smile. A soft smile as her cheeks reddened in a blush that had his heart stumbling. Her eyes lowered until he placed a knuckle under her chin to raise it back up. “You okay?”

Cassie nodded and placed her hands on his cheeks. She guided his lips to hers. This time the kiss was much softer. Their lips moved together gently. Her hands slipped to the back of his head and she cradled him against her. The frantic lust building from the club disappeared. In its place was a calm loving.

“Hold on to me,” Damian whispered against her lips. He let his weight rest against her as he toed off his shoes. Then it was twisting and tugging to pull off Cassie’s boots. With his hands under her ass, he removed her from the wall and walked them into the bathroom. He pulled his cock from her pussy – still half hard and definitely interested in round two. Especially as he watched Cassie pull the dress up and over her head leaving her only in a black lacy bra.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her as he lowered his head to kiss her. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before he broke it to run his lips down her neck to her chest. He kissed the swell of her breast and licked her nipple through the lace. The fabric grew wet as he licked and sucked her nipple.

“Damian…” Cassie breathed, arching her back to send her breast into his mouth.

He switched breasts and reached behind her to unhook her bra with one hand. He lifted his head and ran his fingers down her arms as he pushed the bra straps down. When the article fell to the floor he ducked his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked gently while his hand kneaded her other breast; rolling and pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Cassie groaned softly her head falling back. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her breast. Heat built again in her stomach. Lust rolled through her and her pussy clenched. She rubbed her thighs together against the pressure. Damian’s come dribbled from her and down the insides of her thighs.

She stepped back before she hopped up on the counter and spread her legs. “Shower first,” she told him when he shot her a questioning look. Taking the hair tie from her wrist, she gathered her hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head before pulling the curtain aside. The water was icy cold before it quickly warmed. It took only a few moments to wash her body and turn the water back off.

“You never joined me,” Cassie said, walking from the bathroom stuttering to a stop when she saw Damian laying on her bed. Stripped naked his entire body on display. Strong calves leading to thick thighs each covered in corse light brown hair. The trim waist and flat stomach with just the hint of definition. Wide chest with massive shoulders. Arms—

She gulped as her eyes stared at the tattooed covered right arm. Muscles rippling and twitching as his hand gripped his cock. Hard. Tip weeping. Come dribbling down the head to the shaft where Damian’s fingers picked it up massaging it back into his skin.

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she watched -nearly in a trance- as he tugged and pulled his hard length.

“Corazòn…”

Cassie’s eyes flickered from his cock to his face. His eyes were consumed with arousal. Lids so heavy he could barely open them as he stared at her through his lashes. “Fucking hotter than I imagined…”

“Come here Corazòn.” Damian motioned her with his free hand.

“So fucking hot.” Cassie murmured as she climbed up on the bed; her knees on either side of his legs. She ran her hands up his legs to his knees. The random small tattoo of scales on the top side of his right calf drew her gaze and she leaned down, bracing herself with her left hand on the mattress. She traced the black ink with the tip of her tongue while running her hand up and down his leg. Light teasing touches.

Leaving the tattoo she continued placing kisses up his right leg over his knee before switching to his left and offering the same treatment. Nothing but soft open mouthed kisses leaving behind a hint of wetness paired with the soft tantalizing touches of her fingertips. Moving up either leg to his thighs. The coarse hair more prominent and tickled her lips.

His cock loomed in front of her. His fingers loosely wrapped around the turgid length. The movements more lazy. She bypassed it to continue placing kisses on his thighs and she settled on his knees trying to keep her weight off his legs.

She kissed the crease of his thighs, following that musky scent down toward his protruding cock. When she reached it, she lifted and did the same in the opposite side. Smiling against his skin at his moan.

“You’re such a tease,” Damian tangled his hand in her hair, his fingers squeezing the bun her hair was wrapped in. With a tug he had her moving up his body until she was straddling his waist and her lips were on his.

Cassie started undulating her hips. Her knees tucked in close against his side. His hard cock pressed between her folds providing a delicious pressure on her clit with each rocking motion of her hips. She tilted her head back releasing a moan and Damian’s lips attacked her bared neck.

“Use me Princesa,” Damian peppered her neck in kisses. He ran his hands up and down her back. He gripped her hips and flexed his hips pressing his cock firmly against her. His cock pulsed at the moan Cassie emitted. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To ride me…”

Cassie hummed as she moved her hips faster. “I also wanted to trace all your tattoos with my tongue but you interrupted me…”

“I’m not stopping you,” Damian’s lips moved across her cheek back to her mouth. He took advantage of a moan, slipping his tongue between her lips. Long strokes that had her moaning into his mouth. Had her coating his cock with her creamy essence.

“Better… offer…” Cassie gasped and stopped her hips as a tiny tremor shot through her. She pressed her forehead against his chest, her body quivering with need.

She lifted her hips feeling his hands on them helping her slide down on him, taking him inside her heat inch by inch.

“Shit Corazòn,” Damian breathed as she sunk completely down on top of him. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her still. He hissed, his eyes shut as he tilted his head back in the pillow, when she clenched around him.

Full was the first thought Cassie had as she sat back. Her back arched sending her breasts popping out. Her head tossed back staring at the ceiling behind closed eyes. A delicious stretch that nearly had her whimpering. Her pussy fluttered around him, milking him. Her breath caught when she felt him flex sending his hips into her causing him to go that much deeper.

Her head fell forward, eyes catching his. She smiled and ran her hands down his chest. Her nails let behind tiny red marks that would fade before the morning light. The scratches drew soft moans as the hold he had in her hips became just the right side of painful.

She moved her hips in a circular motion first. Then back and forth rocking against him. Her hands constantly moved in his chest. Hard chest muscles to the soft skin of his stomach and back up again. Keeping her hips in motion causing soft breathy moans to fall from his lips. Her thumbs flicked his nipples on the next bypass. Then they were moving to his shoulders and down his arms. Her fingers barely touching the skin. Her hands covered his on her still gyrating hips. She pulled his hands away and entwined their fingers.

Cassie pressed their tangled fingers down onto the pillow in either side of his head. Their hips continued their dance – rocking and gyrating together. Leaning over him their eyes met. His black as coal filled with lust and desire. She imagined hers looked the same. A darker shade of green than she normally saw in the mirror. Bursting with her own desperate need for the man beneath her.

Dipping her head, her lips caught his. Conveying her desperation in the heated kiss. She felt him trying to lift his arms, but she kept him pinned. A thrill rushed through her knowing he had the power to flip them and take control. The thought caused a gush of liquid at her center and she clenched tightly drawing another moan from his lips.

Moving slowly, Cassie came up off his cock rocking back down using her knees. Twin moans filled the room at the sensation. He met her motion with one of his own, coming up to met her sending his cock back deep inside of her. Their motion stayed steady. Their lips moved together. Tongues meshing with long strokes. Teeth sank into lips in sharp nips. Fingers gripped and relaxed only to grip again. Almost the same motion as their hips working together.

“Por favor dejame tocarte,” Damian whispered against her lips. “I need to touch you Corazòn…”

Cassie released his hands as she fell to her elbows. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist. Warm hands danced up her back. Her nipples, pulled taunt in arousal, rubbed lightly against his chest at their movements. Those same arms wrapped around her waist squeezing before sending his hands in motion again.

Perfectly round breasts dangled over Damian’s head; too enticing to ignore. Not that he would ever want to. His hands traveled up her back to pull her down to him at the same time his head lifted off the pillow to draw a taunt peak into his mouth. Her moan hit his ears as he suckled her. His teeth biting down hard enough to draw a moan that went straight to his cock. Still incased in that tight wet heat he never wanted to leave.

His hands ran up her back and dipped around to cup her breasts; squeezing the globes as he changed nipples. He sucked the nipple into his mouth as he worked it in his hand while his other hand squeezed and rolled her free nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She continued to rock against him. Her breaths coming out in gasps against his ministrations. His hands left her breasts to trail to her back and down cupping the globes of her ass. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh pulling the cheeks apart.

Her body shifted on top of him and suddenly the strokes got longer. She was pulling herself further off his cock to sink back on. He released her nipple from his mouth and moaned. His arms tightened around her waist and his hips rocked up into her. His coming up off the bed in order to fully penetrate her.

Cassie’s lips attached to his neck and if he had half a thought left in his brain that wasn’t completely focused on her, Damian would have told her to be easy. He didn’t need a hickey. However he was consumed by the feel, touch, and taste of her. He simply cocked his head to give her better access.

A hand on her ass. The other across her back resting on her shoulder. He held her body to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He braced his heels into the mattress to better leverage his hips. Up and into her center. The slap of skin joining the soft moans. The smell of sex heavy in the room.

Their mouths met again. Filled with heat. Damian’s hand run up her back to tangle in her hair. The strands falling from the messy updo from the shower. With a yank, the mess of brown curls fell like a curtain around his head. The outside world was gone and it was just them.

“Damian,” Cassie whispered as she pushed herself up with a moan. He sank back into her as she fully seated herself on him. Then slowly she started rocking on him; working her hips back and forth. Side to side. In circles. All of them. Any motion. The pads of her fingers dug into his chest. Her head tossed back. Hair raining down her back; long tresses tickling the curve of her ass. Her mouth opened on a moan. The movements of her hips stimulating her clit against Damian’s pubic bone.

“Fuck yeah,” Damian breathed. His hands fells to her hips helping her movements as she chased her orgasm. Using him. His cock pulsed, plumping at the thought. Eyes heavy with desire, he stared at her through his lashes. Perched on top of him taking what she wanted.

‘I wanna ride you to completion…’

“Ride me Corazòn,” Damian murmured. He could feel his own orgasm building and he struggled to hold it off. He wanted this for her. For him. Fuck it was hot.

“Damian…” Cassie whispered moving faster. Her rhythm faltered as she became desperate chasing that euphoric bright light.

“That’s it, Princesa…” his fingers dug into her hips. With a tightening of his ass, he flexed his hips, hardened his lower abs providing more stimulation. He was rewarded with a soft cry. “Ride my cock. Take what you need. Dios Mio Cas, you feel so good. You’re gripping me so hard. So tight.”

“Dame…” His name came out in nearly a whine. Warmth covered her entire body. Her movements were nearly frantic. Tingling started in her fingers and toes working its way up each extremity. Little bolts of electricity causing her body to twitch. A low moan escaped as the firings all converge deep in her belly. Coiling tighter and tighter. “Oh…”

“Come on Corazòn… give it to me…Come on my cock…Fuck…” Damian moaned, gripping her hips as Cassie’s orgasm tore through her. She clenched around him like a vice and his eyes nearly rolled back. He fought to keep them on her face to watch the pleasure crossing her features. She slumped forward and he was waiting. He wrapped his arms around her cradling her to his chest as tremors zapped her body. “Fuck…” he breathed in her ear; his hands moving in light touches up and down her back. “That was so hot Corazòn. When I’m alone in my hotel room next week, this is what I’m gonna picture when I’m stroking my cock. You above me. Riding my cock. Your pussy griping me so tight… those breathy little moans. They way you bit your lip…”

“You better FaceTime me whenever you find your cock in your hand and I’m not around,” Cassie murmured and used one hand to push slightly off his body. Enough so she could look down at him. Their eyes met. Damian’s still full of want. Tinged with a desperation she felt only a few moments before. Liquid heat poured from her center and she clenched at the look in his eyes. Warmth settling over her again.

Her hand cupped his face. Her forearm laying in his chest. Thumb moving across his cheek bone she leaned down and kissed him. Could feel the desperation on his lips. Could feel the tension still coursing through his body causing it to nearly vibrate. “I love you.”

Damian’s eyes flared and Cassie found herself on her back with him looming above her. Their connection still intact with his cock deep inside of her. Her eyes filled; desire overtaking her once more at the manhandling movement.

“Eres mi cielo en la tierra Corazòn,” Damian’s voice came out low and husky, laced with a type of longing he had never felt before. “I love you.”

Then he started to move. Long strokes in and out of tight wet heat. His hips snapping against her with each stroke drawing a moan from her kiss swollen lips. Desire took over and he was no longer in control. Spiraling as he slammed into her.

“Damian…” Cassie moaned. She could do nothing but hang on. Her hands struggling to find purchase on his sweat slicked skin. His hot breath ghosted across her skin as he breathed heavily. She tangled one of her hands in his hair and brought his lips to hers.

The kiss was messy. An uncoordinated meeting of lips and over zealous tongues. Desperately dueling and mating. Each stroke building toward complete and utter destruction.

“Roll me over…” Cassie pleaded between kisses.

Damian withdrew and helped Cassie turn over. Barely waiting for her to be set before he slammed back into her. A yelp broke through his desire ridden haze and he slowed to a stop. “Sorry I…”

“Keep going…” Cassie clenched the sheets below her in tight fists. She dropped her belly and popped her ass. Her knees spread on either side of Damian’s. “Fuck me Damian.”

‘Take what you need…’

He was unleashed.

Damian’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her. That sweet silky cavern welcoming him. Clenching around him in desperate measures to keep him deep inside her. The smell of her arousal permeated the room and his mouth watered. He wanted to pull his cock out and bury his tongue deep inside her licking until she exploded and her essence covered his tongue, lips, and chin.

A gun to his head couldn’t get him to pull out.

“Cassie,” he groaned. A hand shifting off her hip and up her back feeling every vertebra in her spine until his fingers unfurled and spread between her shoulder blades. He pushed her into the mattress changing the angle of his strokes hitting the spot inside her that caused her to cry out. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Come for me again Corazòn. I want it all.”

Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. Not in pain. Oh no. She was riding on a wave of complete pleasure. Higher and higher into the sky. He hit her g-spot on every stroke send a current though her body until she was trembling uncontrollably. The build was nothing like she ever felt before. Her vision started to grey around the edges.

“Damian…”

“Give it to me. Now Cassie.”

With a wail pulled from somewhere she’d never known before, an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy convulsed as a flood of liquid coated his cock and her thighs.

“Fuck…” Damian continued to fuck Cassie through her orgasm trying to hold off but it was impossible. She pulled him right over the edge with her. With a roar he slammed into her as his cock exploded. His vision whited out as a white-hot pleasure consumed him. Blood roared in his ears. Every muscle in his body seized. A short cry fell from his lips with each twitch of his cock as it released rope after rope of come deep inside her. His chest heaved, his lungs on fire. His heart beat frantically in his chest and he was certain he was dying.

‘What a way to go…’

Everything came back online at once. His vision cleared revealing the hotel room cast in the amber glow of the bedside lamp on its lowest brightness setting. His ears popped and he could hear the ding of the elevator arriving nearly half way down the hall. A schnick of a door closing somewhere on their floor. The low hum of the mini fridge. An electrical charge still ran through his body causing a tingling hum. Like he’d been using a weed-eater.

As his brain caught up, he noticed his hand still on Cassie’s shoulders and he quickly released it. His fingers traced random patterns on her back. The touch heightened by the vibrations in his body. Her body twitched. Little tiny tremors as muscles worked through the after shocks.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. A soft ghosting touch of his lips. He watched goosebumps break out as his breath danced over her skin.

The position gave him access to the bedside table where he placed the damp wash cloth he used to clean up after their earlier bout. With it in his hand, he withdrew causing two twin moans. He watched as his come leaked from Cassie’s swollen pussy. His cock gave a valiant effort to feign interest but he was spent. He wiped her gently before climbing from the bed. His legs shook reminding him of a newborn horse.

“Shower…” he ran his fingers up the edge of her back. He smiled as she groaned and turned her head to face him. He brushed the hair from her face and leaned down to kiss her.

With a groan and quivering limbs, Cassie stood and followed Damian into the bathroom. They showered quickly. As Cassie dried her hair, Damian pulled the covers back. He picked up his jacket from the floor inside the door and wrapped it around the chair at the desk. He placed her purse on the table. Withdrawing her phone, he plugged it in to the cord dangling on the bedside table. His jeans were tossed over the chair and his jacket after he placed his wallet next to her purse. He put his phone next to hers and wished he had his charger.

All thoughts of going back to his room to grab his things died when she stepped from the bathroom naked.

“Rhea might have to drive tomorrow after all,” Cassie said as she moved back into the bedroom. “A couple more rounds like that will definitely kill me.”

Damian chuckled, preening a little at her words. “I’ll drive.”

Cassie stared at him, eyes hopeful. “To Cleveland tomorrow? Aren’t you flying home?”

Damian came to a stop in front of her. He cupped her cheek and titled her head up. “That was before you ambushed me.”

“Ambushed or put us out of our misery?”

“Both.” Damian slipped an arm around her back, pulling her to his body. “But I’m glad you did.”

Cassie smile and palmed his cheeks with both of her hands. She kissed him lightly. “Me too.”

They released each other and crawled into bed. Cassie turned the light off before rolling over to curl into Damian’s side. Her head on his chest. His heart beat in her ear. His breath teasing the little fly aways of her hair.

“Next time I get drunk and tell you what I want to do to you, you’ll indulge me?”

Damian’s chuckled reverberated in her ear. “Hundred percent Corazòn.”

“That’s what I saved my name as in your phone,” Cassie’s voice softened with sleep as her eyes grew heavy. Warmness settled over her.

“Perfect.” Damian pressed a kiss into her hair. His hand came up to settle on hers resting on his chest.

“Hey Damian?”

Damian hummed in response as his body sunk into the mattress; lulled to an almost sleep state by the warm covers and an even warmer body snuggled against his side.

“I love you.”

“Love you too Corazòn.”

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Hi bunny!! I love love love your bakery theme and your writing, so well put together!!

I was wondering that if you wrote for Logan if you could do banana and chocolate muffins with a side of on the house. I think logie needs some love ya know

bakery menu

want to suggest your own items? then look at the menu, and pick out something you'd like! this request caught my eye because i haven't actually written logan yet! he isn't one that comes up a lot, so i was happy to see it! for this one i thought about a mafia au for it! so i hope you like it, thank you for ordering!!

banana and chocolate muffins ("i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them.") + on the house (choice: mafia au) served by logan sargeant (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, mafia boss!reader, bodyguard!logan, dom!reader, sub!logan, nicknames (puppy), cowgirl position

"sargeant, huh." you said as you tapped him on the forehead, you giggled a little, "more like puppy."

you watched logan swallow as he shifted on his feet. he had to keep his composure, his job was to protect the current mafia boss. he couldn't lose focus, even if the woman he was made to protect was the only calling him puppy.

he had never been called a puppy before, always thought of himself as a german shepherd or a rottweiler. but to be a puppy made something stir in his gut.

he held his head high as he said, "thank you, ma'am."

you didn't believe that you needed a full time bodyguard. you had been trained by your father since a young age on how to protect yourself. you knew howto handle weapons and how to create weapons out of day-to-day objects.

a lot of damage could be done with a pair of heels.

but your retired father still worried about his only child and promised to hire a 'shadow', someone who would protect but, not be overbearing and in the way. that put your mind to ease, you knew that 'shadows' were quite helpful.

you saw leclerc's guard, a strong dutchman with gleaming blue eyes. but, you got an american. who was all smiles and niceties. it made you worry that he was actually a double agent.

he liked to hug, his laugh was rather loud and he often forgot to take his shoes off at the door. but, he kept you safe. so you couldn't be mad for long (except for the shoes thing, that you had to train out of him).

"he sucks as a shadow, father." you said after the first month with him.

your old man chuckled as he sipped his hard liquor. he cleaned back in the expensive desk chair and said, "honey. does he do his job well?"

your father meant protecting you from anyone out to harm you. but, you found another purpose for mister sargeant.

he was naked in your large bed and you were laid beside him. your hands roamed his body as you kissed at his strong jaw. he'd let out soft noises as his cock twitched in his briefs.

"who's my pretty puppy?" you asked, "you did so good today." you giggled, "i know you're not a big fan of charlie or lewey, but you did so good while i talked to them." you pinched his cheeks.

you didn't know if logan disliked leclerc or hamilton because at any moment the house of cards of your alliances but collapse. or because leclerc and hamilton liked to mess with you. like when hamilton pulled you close to see if you liked the new cologne he wore. or when leclerc curled a strand of hair around his nimble fingers and asked when you got that new haircut.

when logan shot daggers at them, the other's bodyguards were glaring at him. regardless, you had a good night.

"thank you, ma'am." he said, flowering at your touch. you smiled down at him as you continued to pepper his face with kisses. you held his face while his rough fingers brushed across your side.

"always so good to me. did you know that, puppy? that you're just such a big strong man, my precious bodyguard." you smiled before you kissed him some more.

his precum was staining the front of the briefs he wore. he loved your touches on him, it was like being touched by the sun. you kissed him a few more times because before you got up on his waist.

you sat on his toned stomach before you pulled down his briefs as a weird angle. you felt a thrill run through you as logan helped you taking them off.

you moved down until you were rested on his thighs and slowly stroked his cock. you maintained eye contact, "who's my good puppy?"

he swallowed as pleasure burned in his brain, "i am, ma'am." he wanted to grip your hips but you were control.

because of course you were.

you patted his face before you placed both hands on either side of him and sank down on his cock with ease. it always felt like a perfect fit. his pretty and fat cock, always made your mouth water.

you leaned over him, getting you get access to the sight of your breasts. he kissed at the flesh as you rode him. you held your tongue when you felt his lips on your nipples. it left a shiver through your body.

"shit, logan."

"mmm, ma'am. please." he gasped before he went back to kissing at your chest. your body moved beautifully on top of him.

"such a pretty boy. i can't believe you were supposed to be my shadow. you turn heads wherever we go." you laughed as you picked up the pace.

"can't help it ma'am, but i'm only overshadowed by your beauty." he panted as he finally reached for your hips and clutched onto your hips. he felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as you moved.

you leaned in to kiss him once more. he really was a beautfiul sight to behold. those pretty pink lips parted, his chest heaving with heavy pants. so take your bodyguard together piece by piece.

but what laid underneath was beautiful. you continued to move your hip, you held onto him by the chest as you moved up and down. his cock never slipped out of you as you kept your movements steady.

"you're too pretty to be a bodyguard. i don't want that silly face of yours to get all messed up."

"thank you, ma'am." he said as he held onto you, but didn't change your pace. but he knew he wouldn't last long regardless, he felt the circulation of pleasure in his body.

his head felt unfocused as his cock pressed against the softest parts of you. he really want fucking one of the most powerful women in earth. the thrill made him shudder.

you could have him killed, but yet he was under you while you rode him. you were his puppy. you kissed him once more on the mouth and went as fast as you could.

he whined loudly at the intense feeling, but was silenced by another hot kiss. you loved a whiny puppy as much as the next person, but you wanted your man quiet.

"pretty boy." you cooed.

he came with a loud groan and almost covered his face. but, you suddenly pinned his wrists down. you leaned over him and smiled a little. you panted heavily before you pulled him into a searing kiss.

you get your hips a few more thrusts before you came around his cock. you panted and slowed down to a stop. you wiped the sweat off your brow before you leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

he laid there as a sweaty mess, he was very pretty under you. his blond hair stuck up in different angles and his cheeks were flushed. you rubbed his toned chest and chuckled.

you gave him another kiss, "how was that, my puppy?"

he nodded, "perfect, ma'am. thank you." he took you by the hips and rolled you onto your side. he snuggled behind you and gave you small kissed behind your ear.

you rubbed his arm that was around you as you both settled down from the high of sex. it felt nice, to be held. you could defend yourself if you so desired, but if having logan play bodyguard during the day and lover at night, then you'd keep him around. <3

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Ares Deep dive

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses 

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion 

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙΜΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus,  Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman,  Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong,  Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phriktós/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσιπλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god),  unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite. 

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance,  Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite),  HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday 

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers• 

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general 

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

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Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

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🌿indoor garden update: hydroponics edition🌿

I got a grow light, a fan from a yard sale, higher quality soil from my local plant nursery and some hydroponic gardening supplies since my last post. And now i have plenty more plant children!!!

My kitchen scrap radishes and green onions didn't survive, due to a fungus gnat infestation in the soil I used. I managed to save most of my other plants, but the soil those two were in was so infested I had to get rid of them :( but I have added: hot peppers, chives and cherry tomatoes!! Those are the larger pots in the middle of the wood shelf. Two of those started sprouting!! The chives haven't sprouted yet but I have hope. And the tomato plant I had last time got so big I had to separate the seedlings and put them in individual pots:

Theres seven total but i only took a pocture of these six. They're doing very well!! They love the banana fertilizer I made. And I've added some more seedlings to my greenhouse: (first image) more basil, lavender, pepprmint, parsley, catnip and sage. As well as thyme and oregano in the second image here:

I poked holes in the bottom of a recycled spinach container and used that for the thyme and oregano.

Now for my hydroponic jars: butter lettuce (2), Chile peppers (2), cilantro, spinach, bok choy, emerald oak lettuce, and romaine lettuce. These are doing really well too!! This butter lettuce is grown from scraps:

I put it in a coffee filter net i rigged up until my hydroponic supplies arrived, and i transferred it once i got them. So i thought i messed it up and killed the plant but she's growing!! She's strong too. And here's the others that are growing from seeds:

The romaine lettuce and the bok choy are the ones in the back that have the tallest sprouts. I can't wait to take pictures of all the jars once the root systems grow more and I can remove the socks!!!

Oh and here's the orchid. She's doing amazing:

[Image ID: the first image shows my whole indoor greenhouse tent in front of a permanently sealed glass door. All my plants are visible in the image with the pink orchid being the star of the show at the top of a capital A shaped wooden shelf and the sunlight is shining through the glass and feeding all the plants. A table and chair set and a peach tree is somewhat visible, outside in the background.

The second image shows six terracotta colored plastic pots with two-ish inch tall tomato seedlings in each one. They're healthy and happy, and one pot has a yellow gnat sticky trap sticking out of the soil on the side of the pot.

The third image shows a plastic bin full of eleven biodegradable seedling starter pots, these are the basil, parsley, pepprmint, catnip, lavender and sage, and three of the cups towards the top of the image are sprouting but it's hard to see. The fourth image right next to the last image shows a recycled clear plastic spinach container filled with soil with a cardboard divider in the middle and another yellow gnat trap against the divider, sticking out of he soil. No sprouts yet. There's also recycled plastic wrap on one of the edges for trapping the humidity in the planter but it's pulled back for now.

The fifth image shows a wide mouth mason jar full of nutrient water and a beautiful butter lettuce plant growing out the top, out of a black net cup thats touching the water inside the jar. The biggest leaves are about three inches long. My hand is visible in the image as I'm holding the jar.

The sixth image shows six larger wide mouth mason jars with the same arrangement, though the clay pellets im the black net pots are still visible since these are younger plants. The two jars in the back have the tallest sprouts and the two in the middle have smaller sprouts. The two in he front have no sprouts as I planted thoe seeds just yesterday. A part of my grow light is visible in this image, it's got four long lights attached to one base and all the long lights are facing out on different directions but one light is showing. All the plant jars have black socks covering the glass parts which will be removed when strong root systems grow in.

The final image shows my pink orchid. It's hook shaped, so the plant is growing upright and to the left a bit. And she's supported by a stick holding her up. But she's healthy and happy and all her flowers are soft and vibrant. Her leaves at the bottom are a dark but beautiful green and shes currently living in a white pot. End ID]

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OP OC TOUR

>:^P there are so many so we'll start on my two ladies on the whitebeard crew!

Salt and Pepper were inseparable best friends long before they joined the crew, and long before they ate their fruits! I'm still working on the lore surrounding their recruitment, but some info abt them:

They both talk in 3rd person- that's their character gag! They've never stopped doing this and never will. An example would be if Salt wanted to play a card game, she'd ask like "Salt wants to play that card game. it's her favorite!"

They are incredibly intelligent and are strategists! (I headcanon that Izou's division deals with strategy/coordination, these ladies work under him)

Pepper has photographic memory!

Both of them provide Thatch with an endless supply of basic seasoning, of which he's very grateful for- one small detail is that everyone can always tell when he's used their salt and pepper versus organic. It's not gross, just a difference!

Salt has a crush on Jozu. She wants that man SO bad.

Ms. Whoopsie Daisy is a sword fishwoman who is famous for her beautiful singing voice and being a philanthropist with a specific interest in archeology, history, and the preservation of it!

I don't have a solid story for her yet, but I do know she is very sweet with a penchant for being dramatic.

Merena is a veritable genius when it comes to all things mechanical, having grown up in a family full of academic prodigies.

In a childhood tragedy, she lost both of her legs, and made herself a new pair that have various other applications.

Her arms are usually armored with specially fit mech-arms, also her own invention.

Is on the run from the government bc she does NOT want to work for them and they want her expertise so bad- unaware she is from a family they silenced years ago.

Lost one of her lower tusks after a harsh fall down the side of a mountain- tells people she lost it in a fight with a sea-king.

Taseum inherited his devil fruit, coming from a long line of knights whose sole goal is to protect the queen of his country- a country that fell to ruin a very long time ago.

His father was a terrible person, generally taught his son that he'd already failed in life and that being a true knight wasn't something he could achieve.

Taseum didn't want to believe that and wanted nothing more than to prove he could be someone important, someone who protected people. But, after years to training and dedication, when he went to join the marines because he was always told the marines were a beacon of justice and hope- he was humiliated as the head of the program laughed them off the island when he tried. Because who needs banana powers.

Taseum is now a jaded, bitter vigilante who is seen as a very strange but oddly terrifying force. Like no one is afraid of the man with banana powers until you suddenly have hyperkalemia and die from a heart attack.

Maddox is an ex crew member of Sephone End- a tyrannical pirate crew on the downlow payroll of the world gov to control a specific island she re-named Endhouse.

He couldn't stand how she and the rest of the crew treated the civilians- terrorizing them, enslaving them. This wasn't why he set out to sea, nor what he joined her crew for.

He left shortly after Endhouse was established, and spent a while dodging government agents and Margo Carnage, Sephone's tactician and assassin.

He has knowledge about many things the five elders don't want getting out- but he is extraordinarily difficult to catch.

Maddox is a HUGE flirt, NO ONE except the obvious are safe from this man

Very levelheaded!

Trained to use armament and observation haki to the point its ridiculous. Doesn't have conquerors bc the man would be genuinely unstoppable

Eythos D. Diefaro is a legendary man from the blank century, who followed his good friend, Joyboy. During his time, he was seen as a hero, despite the attempts of those who considered him an enemy.

He is the first angel fruit user to ever pledge loyalty to a person, and the only one until Kasey- who joins the Strawhat crew.

His character bit is the 'blinding smile.' When he smiles at people its like looking into the sun.

He was such an honorable and compassionate person that no matter what kind of lies his enemies told about him, he'd undo it in like. A day.

Is the most patient person to have ever existed. This man does not lose his temper for no reason.

Eve Undying is the first angel fruit user EVER.

She was a giant, whose home was destroyed and consumed by a monstrous sea king- this guy was so massive it had swallowed islands whole before.

She didn't want to see the kingdom of tiny people get demolished and swallowed up as hers had been, so she fought the thing for seven entire days.

Even when the monster nearly bit her in half and her guts were falling out, she held it off. When it retreated for a moment to lick its wounds and come back, that was when she received her fruit.

Eve is very quiet but very humorous, and she LOVES jokes. Puns, dad jokes, you name it.

Lost her arms in an entirely different life threatening situation- after that, used her powers to generate arms made of water.

Tiedori is a gnowoman whose people once lived in a magical land that is now myth, and grew up on Endhouse, under Sephone's tyrannical rule.

The gnofolk have important knowledge about angel fruit users that the world gov doesn't want to lose, but equally don't want on the loose- hence why they've employed Sephone.

Tiedori befriend the 'blessed vessel' she came to know as Phoebe, who almost died three times defeating Sephone.

Tiedori was inspired to set sail herself, and follow her dreams of finding her people's homeland, eventually ending up on Dressrosa and meeting Kasey, having no idea the two angel fruit users were related.

She is fiery, scrappy, and WILL pick a fight with someone ten times bigger than her. It does cause issues for her, but she also has naturally good luck, and always makes it out somehow.

I haven't included Sephone End and her crew here bc I don't have current references for them and my old art is actually heinous they NEED a revamp STAT.