#uber for catering

[nervouslywaitingforlife]

Hi welcome to MirrorDash!

[mwebber]

little (big) field trip to the venue today, it's a cute brewery ! the actual factory part is massive, i kept craning my neck to look up at all the machines... but the beer hall itself is such a vibe and oughh friday looks like it might even be fun. if only getting there didn't involve the most psychological damage i've ever felt from this city's transit system

[atrwriting]

games and other fun — rafe cameron x reader

HAPPY NYE FUCKERS HERES A TOXIC MAN THAT SHOULD DEFINITELY BE LEFT IN 2024 BUT NOT ON THIS BLOG HAHA

this is the hottest rafe scene and if you disagree i think ur silly

as always, warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, slapping, dom!rafe, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please for the love of god wrap it), talk of drugs

anyways… here’s games and other fun:

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the summer you got hot was coincidentally the same summer you moved to the outerbanks.

the climate was hotter than back hot, but… so were the men.

you and your friends had moved for the new adventure, and thankfully you had found a job in your field pretty quickly. while your friends looked for jobs in their field, they acquired jobs at some of the restaurants, bars, and catering gigs in town.

that was how your best friend met topper.

when she first told you the story, the blush on her cheeks had never been brighter. him and his buddies had been out that night — at the bar she worked at. almost immediately, topper started flirting with her. she claims she played it cool, but from her giggling you can tell that she was excited to talk to him as he was to talk to her. you were so, so happy for her.

…until she mentioned how he had a friend.

“absolutely not,” you stated, shaking your head,

“why not?!” she demanded. “the friend said you were cute!”

you raised an eyebrow at her. “you showed him my picture?”

she nodded. “he was cute! i swear!”

you sighed. “what’s his name?”

“kelce.” a mischievous smile began to play at her lips. “him and topper want to meet us at a party their other friend is throwing this weekend.”

“did you meet that friend?” you asked. “do you think he’d be cool with us coming?”

she dismissed you with a playful wave of her hand. “rafe’s a kook. they wouldn’t be kooks if they didn’t show off their wealth to the whole island.”

you laughed. “okay, fine — i’ll go, but who the fuck names their kid rafe?”

only the richest man on the entire fucking island did, apparently.

you were excited to meet kelce, but you couldn’t help but be curious as to who exactly rafe cameron was. your friend didn’t meet him, neither of you looked him up, but then again — there was a double date to prepare for.

your best friend had gotten ready together after the work day. bikins under levi cutoff shorts, crop tops, and sandals were sported, but the main event was how somehow you both mastered the beachy blowout and natural makeup look in this humidity. once you were done, you both caught an uber and headed straight for the cameron residence.

it was fucking massive.

there was no other word.

and, honestly… it was like something out of project x.

strobe lights, music blasting, and loud laughter and screams. your best friend was more of the partier, so she didn’t look too phased — but you? you were fucking bright-eyed. you hadn’t experienced anything like this before, and even if the date didn’t work out… at least there would be other things to occupy you.

once the uber had parked in front, you spotted a man waiting on the front stoop with his phone in his hands. your friend typed a quick text, hit sent, and through the window you watch the man on the front stoop smile.

place your bets now, you thought. that’s definitely topper.

and that he was.

when you both had met him on the front stoop, he engulfed your friend in a cute hug. afterwards, he extended a smile and his hand to you, and you shook his hand appreciatively.

a man that knew boundaries and manners… fuck yes, bestie.

he led you both inside and you had to stop your jaw from dropping. the party looked crazy from the outside, but nothing could compare to the absolute mayhem that was occurring inside. pong, lines being cut on a few tables, people jumping into the pool from the roof… you name it.

“this is awesome,” you spoke absentmindedly to no one in particular.

“i know,” topped laughed. “kelce’s around here somewhere... drinks?”

he led you both to the kitchen. if you were being honest, you knew that topper and your friend would hit it off pretty quickly and you didn’t want to cock-block them. you were hoping that kelce would find his way to you so you both could have your own fun, and leave your friends to their own devices.

…that was until topper started trying to call kelce over. topper, a bit drunk at this point, didn’t really get the memo from his friend that was turned around, basically back into the corner… that kelce did not want to be disturbed. in fact, when kelce finally got the message, he ripped away from whatever had caught his attention, and turned towards topper’s voice angrily. when he turned away… there was a petite woman pushed into the corner. she seemed very pissed off that kelce had broken their kiss.

who could blame her? he was hot.

no one could blame you for being a little upset, but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

topper was at a loss for words. you almost felt bad.

letting the liquor provide comic relief, you spoke, “she’s hot. can’t blame him.”

topper laughed and then stuttered, trying to find the words to fight the embarrassment of the situation. even drunk, his manners were impeccable. his and your friend’s eyes revealed a mixture of guilty and sympathy, and you couldn’t deal with how uncomfortable it made you feel. your first instinct was to pretend it didn’t bother you… and if other people ignored your pain, you could too. it gnawed at you in the back of your throat — a rock lodged in your esophagus. your voice was tight, your cheeks were hot, and frustrated and embarrassed tears were pickling at your eyes.

“guys, don’t worry about it,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “top, where’s the bathroom?”

maybe you couldn’t save yourself from embarrassment, but you could save them from secondhand embarrassment. once he directed you, you gave them both a smile and set off.

if you were being honest… it did hurt that had happened. it was fucking embarrassing. nothing horrible, but combined with having drank in a while, and you were already tipsy? you were feeling emotional, and that wasn’t a good luck. you needed a few minutes in the bathroom to cool off.

you texted your friend that you were going to find the pool after and that she shouldn’t wait up for you — you wanted her to have fun with topper.

you were barely in the bathroom for a few minutes when you heard banging on the door.

“hurry up!” a gruff voice from the other side of the door called.

you shut the water off and brushed away the loose tear. your eyes were red, and your face was a bit puffy, but you figured you’d be fine. you’d probably never see the guy on the other side of the door anyway.

as you opened the door, he went to bang on it again. with his weight forward, he accidentally stumbled into the bathroom while you were still in it.

“sorry, dude, uh —“ he rasped, standing before you and staring awkwardly down at you.

“you’re good…” you spoke, before trying to brush past him.

he caught your upper arm.

“woah, dude,” you laughed hesitantly, trying to step away from him. “i’m leaving, don’t worry.”

“sorry —“ he let go of your arm, still peering down at you. “you’re crying.”

“what? no,” you faked a laugh. “heat got to me s’all. needed some air.”

he eyed you. “never seen you before. not from around here?”

“no,” you shook your head. “my friend and i were invited.”

“by who?” he asked, raising a brow.

you took a step back, not particularly enjoying the third degree in a small space. “this guy she likes… topper.”

his eyes widened, almost in realization. “yeah, yeah… he told me about that. said there was another girl… for kelce.”

you laughed, but with a slight scoff in your voice. “he’s a bit… preoccupied at the moment. with someone else. i was going to go play pong after i… saw.”

“knew he had a pretty girl coming, and did that? guy’s a dick.”

you laughed, and shook your head — brushing off his comment. “‘m sure he’s fine. i don’t know who his friends are — not really in the mood to talk shit about someone i don’t know.”

“sweetheart, he’s one of my best friends — guy’s a dick.”

a smile played at your lips as you raised an eyebrow at the man. “and who are you?”

“the owner of this house,” he replied. “i’m rafe.”

you smiled, and introduced yourself as well. “i’ll, um — leave you to it, then. see you around.”

you turned to leave, when you heard him say your name. while peering down at you, he spoke, “nah… let’s mess with him.”

you shouldn’t have been excited… but you couldn’t deny that you were.

rafe led you back into the kitchen and you smiled at your friend. topper turned to look at you, and his eyes immediately perked up when he saw rafe walking directly behind you.

you greeted them both, but barely before rafe had picked you up by the hips and placed you on the counter next to your friend. you bit back a squeal at the motion, but rafe had leaned against your side as he cracked a beer.

topper turned to you. “i don’t know how you found him, or how you got him out of the woodwork… but the man barely comes to his own parties. nice job.”

you laughed, and let topper and your friend continue their fun.

“so…” you began, turning to rafe. “if you don’t come to your own parties, how do you have fun at things like this?”

a smirk played at the corner of his lips. “they’ve been kind of boring for me, lately, i don’t know… i’m usually in the corner somewhere, smoking.”

sarcastically, with a grin, you asked, “are you telling me i can’t convince you to be my pong partner?”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you could convince me to do a shot with you.”

mischief danced in your eyes. rafe was quick to notice, and the look in his eyes matched yours.

he immediately went for glasses and liquor.

“and you got him to lay off the snow?” asked topper, mouth wide. he looked back to your best friend, grinning. “you’re both coming to the next one.”

rafe poured four shots and handed them off to topper and your best friend. they smiled and laughed to themselves before linking arms, and taking their shots.

“i like to take mine a different way,” rafe rasped, eyes peering down at your lips. “especially since my boy kelce has been staring us down since i put you on this counter.”

a smirk was beginning to form on your lips. in a sultry voice, you asked, “are you suggesting we give your friend a show, rafe?”

you stared into his piercing eyes before he spoke. his lips were parted, and he almost looked hungry. the heat was getting to the both of you making a shiny sheen of sweat glow because of the strobe lights. his eyes were focused on you, and really on you. it threw you off how rafe could have so many things going on around him, barely knowing you — and you were the apple of his eye. the next words rolled off his tongue like sugar, “that’s exactly what i’m suggesting, sweetheart.”

your teeth sank into your bottom lip as a blush rose across your cheeks. with a boldness you were a stranger to, you lifted your shirt above your head to reveal your string black bikini that barely hid your chest.

you figured rafe was lying about kelce — but that was until you saw him and the girl separate, and were now closer to where you and rafe stood. kelce had thrown a few glances your way every now and then, but now? now he was blatantly ignoring the girl next to him as he stared at your rack and rafe.

you threw back your shot, bending your chest towards rafe. you looked back to him with a smile on your face, and plucked his shot from his hands. holding your beasts together and placing the glass in your cleavage, you threw him a wink. rafe’s gaze darkened — and you knew you were in for it.

rafe rested a hand on your waist before he dipped his head lower. his lips wrapped around the circumference of the glass, and threw his head back with ease. your eyes drifted downwards to his broad shoulders, the thickness of his neck, and the muscles in his arms….

oh… you were in for it, alright.

before you knew it, rafe placed his glass down and connected his lips with yours. a whine of surprise rose and died in your throat after rafe placed both of his large hands on the warm skin of your waist. you held rafe’s strong jaw in both of your hands as you kissed him back, letting your tongue dance at his bottom lip.

“you’ve been too sweet to me tonight,” you whispered against his lips. “when are you going to let me be sweet to you?”

“fuck…” he rasped, stealing another kiss. “as soon as i know kelce knows what he missed out on.”

you laughed. “he’s been staring, rafe, come on…”

rafe had wrapped his arms under your ass and hoisted you against his chest. your hair cascaded down around you both, shielding the rest of the party goers for how your lips couldn’t leave his.

“if my dick wasn’t so hard right now — i’d shove it in his face more,” rafe spat. “teach that prick a lesson about how he should treat a beautiful woman.”

you giggled against his lips. “another time — please, rafe. i need you.”

a deep growl went off in his chest, and he let you swallow it whole. rafe kissed you once more before he swung you over his shoulder, one hand firmly planted on your ass to keep you steady, and began walking towards the upstairs.

laughing, you raised your heard to wave goodbye to topper and your best friend — who were laughing and happy for you as they waved back.

with each step towards an empty room, you giggled at rafe as he was cursing at people who got in his way. he kicked a couple of people out of the room before he let you fall onto your back on the bed. your giggles died within you as he began to crawl over you.

“what if i wanted to ride you, baby?” you whispered, running a thumb along his cheek as you bit your lip.

he kissed the inside of your hand as his eyes never left yours. “no, sweetheart — never had such a sexy woman below me. i’m taking my fuckin’ time.”

“taking your time?” you asked. “you’re the host of the party.”

“fuck ‘em,” he spat, capturing your lips once more.

rafe’s movements were much more dominant than in the kitchen. the privacy of the four walls and closed door allowed him to cage your body in and wedge the front of his hips against yours. you hooked your ankles behind his lower back, pulling him into you with a grinding motion. little whimpers left your lips as the friction from your jeans hit your clit in the perfect motion, making you shiver in rafe’s arms.

“want those pants off, daddy,” you rasped. “don’t make me wait.”

“call me that again and i’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart,” he spoke, his hands immediately darting for his belt buckle.

you tore off your and rafe’s pants and rafe made quick work of taking that skimpy bikini off your breasts.

“i almost told you no when you asked to go upstairs,” he spoke, his hands slowly sliding up your stomach. “i wanted to make kelce so fucking jealous…” the palms of rafe’s hands rested on the swell of your breasts, thumbs drawing circles on your nipples. “wanted him to realize that the chick next to him had nothin’ on you… that i was the one to have you… wanted to see the realization in his eyes….” his thumbs and pointer fingers began rolling your sensitive buds in between each other, drawing sharp breaths from between your lips. “but i think you were right, sweetheart. don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”

“yours?” you let the pads of your fingertips slide down the length of his chest and stomach. you kept your eyes locked on his, provoking him. “no man’s ever been able to make me cum before. what makes you think you’re different?”

he raised an eyebrow, darkness covering his irises. he was silent for a moment, studying you. you kept your baiting look on your face, but inside you grew worried.

rafe’s hand held your jaw in his, thumb prodding at your plump bottom lip. “gonna be a brat for me, that it?”

you shouldn’t have — but you did anyway. “and what’re you gonna do about it?”

an evil smile crept up on rafe’s perfect face. he let go of your chin and got off of you. you were curious as to what his goal was, but that was until he got himself between your legs. you laid back against the bed, and when you looked up — you realized there was a mirror on the ceiling.

you gasped at the sight. your hair was as crazy as your skin was flush. your eyes were as wild as rafe’s, and he stared back at you with darkness and lust all wrapped into one.

“you see that, sweetheart?” he asked, staring back at you. “sight that almost made me take you right there in the kitchen. you gonna be good for daddy, and let me show you how i’m better than all of those little boys?”

your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your cheeks blushed. “yes, daddy, please.”

“so polite,” he rasps, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. a whine brews in your throat at the affection. “open your legs. let me see that pretty pussy.”

on command, you parted your legs for him. rafe slid one large hand down from your knee to the beginning of your tanned thigh. you watch as his hand cups your mound, and you shiver at the feeling.

“oh… just so soft for me…”

his voice was like caramel as it rolled of his tongue. smooth and sweet. he looked at your pussy like he fucking adored it, there was no other way to put it. when his head finally dipped and his tongue nudged itself at your clit, you leaned your head back against the pillows.

“you like to hide, huh?” he spoke, eyes wide at you as his tongue dripped in between your folds. “not tonight, darlin’. you’re watching me.”

you lifted your head up and watched as his tongue slid into your entrance, and rafe began to nudge your clit with his nose. you gasped at the feeling — completely unaware that was even a thing someone could do, let alone be good at.

“fuck…” you quietly gasped, folding your lips over each other.

rafe replaced his tongue with two fingers — sliding them in and out and curling at the top. a low hum began to build as you fought to keep your eyes on him. the hum was deep and warm, filling your rib cage. you didn’t want to scream, afraid of being too loud or too much for rafe… but keeping your eyes open was enough of a fight. when his perfect, plump lips made contact with your clit… you couldn’t help it. you let out a loud sigh as your vision began to glaze over.

“i wanna do everything i can to this pussy,” rafe bit, sucking at your clit. “smack it, lick it, fuck it, anything i want… just so warm and sweet.”

“…fuck…” while only one word, your voice had never broken so much. rafe’s words were so sensual and mind numbing it was hard not to lose yourself in the moment, free to completely enjoy the sight and feeling of one of the hottest men you had ever seen put you on a pedestal and fucking worship you. his tongue, velvet, was working its way around your clit like it wanted your thighs to clench and wrap around his head. “i’m so close, rafe…”

“that’s it, baby, yeah.” the slurping sounds from below you were pornographic. your hips were jutting up and down to meet his lips and fingers as he plunged inside of you. your hands had found the sides of his head, sad there wasn’t any hair to hold back. “you wanted to be a brat before, now what? blame all of those little boys? now look at you — too fucked out to care. dirty fuckin’ girl.”

he was right. your boldness had left you with your sanity. the low hum had now spread throughout your body until it was everywhere. a soft, quiet vibration could be felt in every one of your limbs until you sure you were shaking. a cocky bastard like rafe — you should’ve wanted to deny him your orgasm, the metaphorical trophy. however, every fiber in your being was telling you he deserved it. his tongue, his lips, his nose, his fingers, his eyes — they wanted you to finish all over his face, and they deserved it. every last drop. every bit of it. every. fucking. bit.

“you scared, baby? don’t get shy on me now.” he had now raised his face where now only his hand was on your pussy. with a concerned, focused look on his face, he dipped two fingers into your entrance as his rough palm was working your clit. “you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

you shut your eyes for a little longer than you should’ve, but opened them back up for tears to collect in the corners of your eyes. the approach of an orgasm was like a current in water, sucking you under. there was no fight and there was no giving in. it was heavy, fast, and hard — drowning where you head had no chance of staying above water. your body was being pulled every which way as your brain fought to remain present, in control. through your glazed over eyes, you could see rafe smirk.

“oh — i don’t think my girl’s listening to me, is she?” his taunting voice was sending you up a wall. the rat bastard — making you feel so good and then demanding that you respond as if your mind wasn’t mush. he moved himself so he was now hovering over your body, balanced on one arm. “i know you can hear me. come on, baby — you wanna cry? do it. fuckin’ cry for me, darlin’.”

you weren’t sure why you needed permission — but something in your insecurity snapped that allowed you to let out one singular strangled moan in your sand paper throat. it was whiny, and soft, and most of all — fucking pathetic. you could see in rafe’s eyes he loved it.

“been so good for me, letting me play with you,” he whispered against your lips as he continued with his hand. “seeing this little body give in — wanna see how far i can go. can’t wait to split you on my cock.”

“let me cum on your cock, rafe, please…” you spoke through your tears. “need it so badly. please let me…”

“can’t cum without a cock inside of you?” he asked, immediately sitting up and undoing his pants. “finally allowed yourself to be a whore and ask for what you want… lettin’ me use that pussy…”

you were nodding furiously, tugging at him to come lay on top of you once more. he batted your hands away, confusing you.

“nah, lay back,” he spoke. “…because i know you want me to use that pussy, don’t you?”

“yes, yes,” you cried, voice breaking. “just want you to use me — fuck, please, rafe…”

there was that smirk again — before he dove in.

rafe had pushed your legs against your chest and held you there as his cock slid easily inside you. since you were denied a very close orgasm — your pussy had never been wetter. it was like your slick was causing him to slide further and further inside so he could be buried in there. with every thrust, your pussy tightened around him — and rafe let you know.

you stared up at the mirror on the ceiling as you watched rafe’s muscles flex. his shoulders and back — holding you down, making you take every thrust. watching his glutes tighten and release with every thrust sent shivers up and down your spine. however, nothing, not one single thing, could compare to the way rafe’s arms flexed around your head and body — holding you in place.

“fucking love your cock, daddy,” you whimpered in his ear. “so, so deep. feels so good it hurts.”

he groaned against your ear, straining to fight against the pleasure. his thrusts began to pick up strength and speed, refusing to give in before you do.

“can tell it hurts, baby — pussy sucking me in like she’s never cum before,” he gasped, his own voice threatening to break. “just needed someone that knew how to work you, huh? give you what you needed? fuck you like the slut you are?”

you dug your face into the crook of his neck, feeling lost in his words and embrace. “slut for your cock, daddy — fuck, just like that. just like that — right there!”

one of his hands reached up to grab a fistful of your hair, and yanked you back. with parted lips and gritted teeth, rafe forced himself against your throat and began to suck on the soft skin. the strain of the position took away what last bit of control you had. you were completely at rafe’s mercy — and you didn’t mind. the head of his cock was pounding against that spot inside of you. your brain and the lower half of your body were working in tandem — acting like they had never had an orgasm before, but that wasn’t the case. no — they had just never had an orgasm like this before. the kind where you are completely out of control, unable to get it back, and under the hands of a man who took such good care of you. maybe you should’ve been scared because you barely knew him, but you weren’t. he wanted your orgasm as much as you did — and you let your naivety get the best of you.

“never wanted to breed a pussy so fuckin’ badly,” he spat against the skin of your throat. “she wants my cum so badly, doesn’t she? sucking me in — what else?”

incoherent. that’s all you were. rafe’s hips smacking against yours, cock hitting just right — there was nothing that allowed you to stay present and sensible in that situation. you were all his, under his control.

“be mean,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut. “be mean to me — and i’ll cum. fucking christ — please.”

“pussy like this, dirty as you are —“ he spoke, trying to fight his own orgasm. “no one should touch you but me. i own this pussy. me. no one can fuck you like me, that right?”

it was like music to your ears. your pussy was being split open and fucked raw — so dirty, so naughty, so wrong. yet, you were both grasping onto each other like there’s was nothing else in the world. rafe was working his cock into your pussy like your orgasm was his, and his alone. he —

he got tired of waiting for a response. he lightly smacked your cheek, and wrapped a hand around your throat.

you couldn’t be surprised — because your pussy only got wetter.

“you’re gonna fucking cum for me,” he spat against your eyes. “that’s mine. all mine.”

you caught a glance of what you looked like in the mirror above — a mess. a fucking mess. your face was covered in sweat, spit, and tears. your hair was everywhere, just like there was a flush all over your body. you saw the way rafe’s veins in his neck and forehead tightened and protruded as he spat dirty words against the side of your face.

“give it to me,” he spat through gritted teeth.

your eyes couldn’t leave the mirror. it shoved you farther and farther into your trance that you couldn’t look away. couldn’t move. couldn’t think about anything else.

“it’s yours, it’s yours…” you cried, throwing your head back.

your hands immediately came up to dig your nails into his back. your back, arched, pushed your tits into rafe’s face. his face, in awe, couldn’t help but suck a nipple into his mouth as he watched your body fucking shake. there was no more low vibration — your body, every limb, had fully succumbed to shaking and crying.

“pussy so tight,” he gasped. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

through the mirror, you watch both of your orgasms hit you at the exact same time. with one snap of rafe’s hips, the muscles of his ass tightened where his pelvis locked with yours. his back and shoulder muscles went taut, rippling with the bout of adrenaline running through his veins. with rafe’s body holding yours down, he stopped your body from spasming. your skin was prickly to the touch as your blood was pumping, pumping, pumping. the walls of your pussy squeezed around his cock as strangled gasps pushed past your lips, and were swallowed by rafe.

against your lips, he whispered, “never letting you go now, princess.”

you giggled softly, shivering. “is that so?”

“yeah,” he mumbled, kissing you. “you’re fucked.”

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happy nye here’s some smut HAHA love yall

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Hot Gossip - Jenson Button

Words: 631 Summary: When she returns home, he just knows that her outing with friends was more than eventful.

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She doesn’t even remember getting out of the Uber, let alone opening the front door, it’s only as she sits on the couch that she realizes she’s home. Blinking slowly, brain struggling to process everything from the last three hours.

She doesn’t hear Jenson’s greeting or the way his frown from her not returning his greeting turns to an understanding look and his feet taking him to the kitchen.

She just sits on the couch, jumping when a glass of wine is set down on the end table beside her and before she can say anything, Jenson is moving her. Readjusting her until her back is pressed against the arm of the couch, wine glass easy to reach and then he’s sitting and pulling her feet into his lap, taking her flats off and chucking them towards the door.

“That much?” He asks, breaking her out of her silence.

“So much.” She breathes, reaching for her wine glass and taking a much-needed drink. “Joyce is getting a divorce.”

Jenson’s fingers froze where they had been tapping along her ankle. “She’s what?”

“Getting a divorce.” She takes another drink of wine. “She was cheating, this whole time. She called Nina crying the other day because Peter found out.”

“That explains the ten pm message from Nina for lunch.”

She nods. “But not only was she cheating on Peter, it was with the guy who did the catering at their wedding. We all wondered how on earth she got such a cheap price for it, that’s why.”

“That’s not a good way to run a business.”

“And Nina’s sister is pregnant. Their parents are throwing a total fit about it as well. All because she isn’t married and they thought she was a lesbian.”

Jenson lets out a small laugh at the last part of her sentence, having heard the horror stories of Nina finding her little sister and whatever guy she was seeing in positions she had never wanted to.

“Callie wasn’t there either today. JJ and her are on the outs, completely.”

He shakes his head at her words, beginning to massage her feet.

“Callie told her that the dress she picked out was hideous and made her look horrible.”

“You can’t say that.”

“Exactly!” She nearly shouts. “And she obviously doesn’t know what on earth she is talking about. JJ looked incredible in the wedding dress she chose and she was so happy about it and now she’s worried that Sam is going to see her in it and thinks she’s ugly. She had enough stress with the wedding only two months away and now Callie has been a fucking bitch and just crushed her self-esteem.”

“I never liked Callie or Joyce.” He comments.

“I mean, Joyce was great until like a year ago. Callie…” She trails off. “Callie was always more JJ’s friend than ours. She was nice enough, but she always just looked so unhappy to hang out in a group setting. And I like I get it, we are a lot to deal with.”

“Just a little.” He laughs, but his smile and words are all fond.

“And they all were a little mad at me.” She says after probably ten minutes of rambling about the smaller things JJ and Nina had brought up at lunch.

“Why on earth are they mad at you?”

Her eyes fall away from him. “It wasn’t like genuinely mad, more just annoyed.”

“For what?”

“I had nothing to bitch about. I mean obviously I bitched about both Joyce and Callie, but I didn’t have anything to bring to the table.” She shrugs and then looks at him, smiling. “You treat me too well.”

His expression softens at her words and he’s leaning forward, kissing her. “And I don’t plan on stopping.”

[barblaz-arts]

I know you've been making a lot of art of it lately, but out of curiosity, what's your opinion on Hazbin Hotel in general? I'm referring to both the show and the fandom here. Just curious.

God. What a loaded question. Are you ready? Bcuz I'm fresh from Vaggie discourse on twitter and I have a lot to say.

I think that Hazbin Hotel seems worse than it is for people who know the fandom but haven't actually watched the show. Honestly, I think it's a fine show. It isnt super incredible and I'm not gonna sing praises about how deep and thought provoking it is or whether it's an artistic masterpiece. It never tried to be that and was never advertised as such(to my knowledge) anyway. I just had a lot of fun. Like, yeh sure the cussing in the dialogue can be a bit much, especially in ep 1, but there are different writers in other episodes, so it gets better. It can be super crude yeh, but I grew up watching things like the Scary Movie franchise and other dumb american movies (yes, i was too young for them. yes, i still watched them), so it's pretty tolerable for me. It also helps that Charlie is the main character. That's one of the main reasons why I watch HH but dont watch HB. It's probably a fun show, but without a sweetheart like Charlie to balance things out, I'd just get tired of the sex jokes and mean jokes.

Compared to my last hyperfixation, I think I have more things to love about Hazbin Hotel, believe it or not. With Netflix's Wednesday, I had already been an Addams Family fan for a while and hung on because I loved the family and eventually Enid and wenclair. The show itself was honestly meh... so far! I'll give season 2 another shot.

But with Hazbin Hotel, it catered to a lot of things I've always loved. Found family with a bunch of misfits? We didnt get to see it much bcuz of the fuckass 8-ep per season format we have nowadays, but its fine its there! The juxtaposition of a kind hearted woman in a harsh world? Love love Charlie for that, I watched the show in the first place because of her. A canon lesbian lover with a "fuck the world cuz my world is you" type of love for the protag? Fuck yes. How very Pearl-from-Steven-Universe of Vaggie. And the music? The music is soooo good. I didn't know the songwriter prior to watching, so I was nervous about the songs, but I knew most of the theater actors they cast(still cant believe Jeremy fucking Jordan is Lucifer) so I figured even if the songs are mid, at least the performances would be topnotch. And they were! But the songs were a pleasant surprise. Sam Haft did real damn well. I still listen to the soundtrack to this day.

The fandom, however, is probably the worst one I've been in. And I've been in a lot in my big age... Just... lacking media literacy, and based on the replies I get when I say something on twitter, it seems a lot of them lack reading comprehension and just plain emotional intelligence too.

There's a lot of criticisms about this show that I honestly think is fair. Pacing, character design, overuse of the F word, whatever. But in my opinion, claiming that Hazbin is a male-centered show is an unfair misconception that is mostly the fault of the fandom.

Bcuz, sure, the male characters are uber popular. Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, Angel Dust and the many web of ships they're involved in went trending every few business days. But come on now. How often does a fandom even have their main protag as the most talked about character? This has been going on for ages. Just because the boys have the most merch and fics and fanarts and thirsty fans doesn't mean that they had the spotlight for most of the show itself. It only meant that they were the ones the viewers paid attention to, in a fandom filled with people drooling over the next tumblr sexyman and toxic yaoi ship of the month.

But if you actually look back at what the show gave us so far, the boys didnt outshine the women. I actually think the women got to do more and be more as characters than the men did. Let's take a look at the male characters.

Alastor was not in all the episodes. In fact, he was MIA in two out of the eight episodes. In all the episodes he was in, he was a mere side character. His purpose in season one was to stir the pot and be the intriguing mystery that occasionally quips. But he was not the one whose deeper thoughts were explored and whose character and goals was challenged THROUGHOUT the show, merely alluded to at the VERY END of the season, which is hardly him taking the spotlight away from Charlie. If you merely looked at the fan content of him, you'd think he were a father figure to Charlie(or a love interest. whatever) and that he has developed a soft spot for the Hazbins deep down in that cannibal heart of his. But if you pay attention to the show, he never had even a meaningful one on one conversation with the Hazbins. The only time that happened is when (a)he threatened Husk's life (b)when he constantly mocked Charlie while she was down in the dumps and used this as an opportunity to manipulate her and (b)when he told Niffty watching the crew sure can "make one sentimental", even tho he had taken no prior opportunity to bond with them! There's no foundation for all the fandom's claims that he could be redeemed bcuz of a budding fondness for the group, but that's all you see of his fan content(aside from the horniness). I dont have any problem with his lack of an actual relationship with the Hazbins bcuz I believe redemption for him is not what the show is going for, but it's frustrating to see people interpreting it that way BUT not seeing how horridly developed it would be if that is the case, meanwhile they turn around and say that Vaggie and Chaggie as a ship "had terrible development".

Then we have the male Vees. Vox was only ever in episode two, and was essentially a youtube reactor in episode 8. He was in ep 4 but had no speaking lines. We only know of his obsession with Alastor and the toxic relationship he has with Val. Val, meanwhile, is merely shown as the sex obsessed fiend behind Hell's sex industry and Angel's abuse. They did what they needed to do with minimal screentime. It was fine, but that's IT. Despite what little CANON gave so far, you have hundreds of people writing essays and fics and fanarts about them being complicated characters. But to reiterate, this does not mean that they are bad characters or that they don't deserve the fame. But to say that these men are better written within canon than the women is such a bold statement when most of the depth they knew of these characters were lore drops given before the show and their own speculations as they dug into the shallow soil of what the show has so far.

I'm not gonna speak about Angel and Lucifer. Because I think they were characters who were legitimately well-explored so far.

Now onto the women. So many of them were given the opportunity to have their characters challenged or given the agency to push characters and the plot forward or give you intrigue about implications of what's to come for the characters and the plot. I've talked a lot about Charlie and Vaggie. So let me talk about the other, terribly underrated women of Hazbin.

Velvette and Carmilla were the ones who advanced the subplot in the war against Heaven. Because of Carmilla's love for her family despite being a demon, an angel was killed. It gave Heaven the excuse to escalate things, but it also gave Charlie hope later on in the season that they're not powerless. Carmilla was also the first demon shown to make selfless actions that is contrary to what is expected of demons, making it proof that Charlie's belief that demons deserve a second chance isn't unwarranted. She's an interesting character, as an overlord who hangs on to power but clearly has morals. But how often do you see people writing essays about her? Eating up the fact that she's a powerful overlord but would sacrifice anything for her daughters? If Carmilla were a man, hundreds of girlies would be drooling over the crime boss who has a soft spot for his daughters.

Meanwhile, Velvette got to demonstrate why exactly she's an Overlord despite being the youngest demon in there. She's calculating and observant. She gives off a haughty vibe and constantly boasts about how she's young and fresh, but she isn't naive. During that meeting, she paid attention to Carmilla and Zestial's relationship. In order to find out who killed the angel, she riled everyone up, and when she got the feeling it was Carmilla, she mocked Zestial so that Carmilla could slip up. By playing these Overlords who are older and more experienced than her, Velvette showed what exactly her asset was to the Vees and why she's a threat, something that Vox and Val have yet to be given the opportunity to do when they were busy eye-fucking Alastor and literally fucking Angel. But in fan content about the Vees, Velvette is almost treated as an after thought to the boys...

Then we have the Seraphs. Not only were their designs gorgeous, their dynamic and presence as characters had impact to the plot and main characters.

Emily is a much needed character to show that this story isn't meant to tell you that Heaven = bad; Hell = good. There is good and bad in both, and it is so important for the protags to know that they have an ally in Emily who represents the true virtues that heaven is supposed to uphold. And I love the confrontation she had with Sera when her own view of what's right and good was challenged. We got to see the strength of her character and started the seeds of what could be heaven's acceptance of Charlie's goals.

Sera is such an interesting character to me. She was also important to show that not all angels were sadistic like Adam and Lute, but not in the same way Emily was. I have no idea so far which direction this show would go with her. But I'm intrigued by the fact that she seems to be driven by fear, unlike Adam and Lute's cruelty. She knew Lucifer and was there when he was cast out for his disobedience. Whether everything she's doing is to prevent that from happening again remains to be seen, and I'm looking forward to this kind of subplot for her.

And then Rosie! I really really look forward to seeing more from her. Spoilers aside, something I barely see people talk about is how interesting it is that Rosie is every bit the leader that Charlie hopes to be. Rosie is able to be a respected overlord in her own faction without needing to sacrifice her love for showmanship and music and her positive disposition. When we were officially introduced to her, they show how she seems to care about actually taking care of her people, not JUST ordering them around, by talking to them personally and giving advice. That's exactly what Charlie wanted to do for her people, isn't it? The hotel to Charlie was what the emporium was to Rosie. They have a lot of similarities that could set up for Rosie to be the one to teach Charlie in becoming a leader. Now whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen, but it is rather compelling.

So yeah! With all that said, I really dont think this show ignores its women at all. Just because a bigger part of the fandom gravitated towards the men doesn't necessarily mean its a misogynistic show so far. But if certain people are claiming that the women are badly written, then I hope they also own up to the fact that their blorbos are just as shallowly presented within the show, maybe even more so. Which wouldn't even be a bad thing! Since when did a show or character have to be amazingly written for a person to like them? That's just no fun at all. All I'm saying is... Fuck this fandom's double standards, hiding behind claims that it's the writing's fault when the problem is they couldn't be bothered to think about the women.

[childrenofcain-if]

Not to be rude but I don't understand why MC has to be so untouchable. They're uber rich, talented, popular, smart, and generally excels in everything. There isn't anything negative about them aside from maybe their ambition but it's only in some cases.

Why can't they somehow just seem like a loser in some scenarios? I don't believe someone can be that perfect without some flaws. I like the concept but the MC is too much for me

this is like the seventh ask i’ve gotten in the span of 4 months with the same fucking complaints. i just don’t understand where y’all find the audacity to criticize an author when it’s clear you haven’t bothered to look too deep into the story or the character at all.

MC is susceptible to burning out like every other person.

there are a lot of things they do not excel at.

they can be a complete loser when it comes to relationships and magic.

there’s something fundamentally wrong with them.

their emotions can become very unstable at times.

they literally have a fatal flaw 💀

many of the ROs generally are on par with MC on a lot of things.

but even if these were not the case, there are plenty of other stories where you can play as a loser, wet cat MC with zero talents who everyone hates and despises. don’t come here and tell me shit because i didn’t write this story to cater to your dumb ass.

don’t like it? don’t read it.

[formulakracing]

too fast - l.h.

pairing: lewis hamilton x assistant!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, ANGST, lewis is kind of an asshole in this but he makes up for it, implication of smut, drug and alcohol usage, idk what else to include so if y'all find somethin' lemme know!

a/n: yeah here we go with the assistant and famous celebrity/athlete trope. i will always be a fan of this trope, no matter what. this fic is also heavily inspired by the song too fast by sonder. hope y'all enjoy! i figured i would take a small break from the toto content for the moment! <3

"so how are things lately?"

the lights of vegas glitter all around as you inhale, shrugging slightly, "could be better, could be worse."

"yeah?"

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"well i'm single," you avoid his gaze as you exhale, the smoke billowing into the cool air, "so yeah, things aren't great. maybe if you paid attention to our conversations you'd know."

"oh, right," he plucks the blunt out of your hands, "i don't know if you know, but i have other shit to worry about right now other than your life troubles."

"fuck you," you scoff, rolling your eyes, "we spend nearly every waking moment together and you don’t even listen to a single word that comes out of my mouth.”

“i mean,” he coughs, “that’s why you’re my assistant, and not my team principal. i don’t have to listen to you.” 

“are you fucking serious right now?” you swivel on your heel, facing him.

lewis hamilton, eight time world champion stands beside you, leaning over the balcony of his suite. beneath you, the headlights of cars flash, the white noise of airplane engines humming overhead. there are the occasional beeps of horns, laughter from the other mercedes crew on other balconies, and the roar of luxury cars as they peel down the straights. 

yet, lewis is as poised as ever, blunt in one hand, a bottle of heineken in the other. his gaze is glossy as he peers over at you, his nose piercing glittering in the dim light. his lips are pursed, as if he was processing the words that just came out of his mouth.

“hey,” he begins, setting the blunt on the ashtray, “i-i didn’t mean that.”

“i would sure fucking hope so,” tears well up in your eyes, heat flourishing through your cheeks and into your neck, “what the fuck is wrong with you? i literally do everything for you. i order all of your favorite things. i organize your ubers, your catering, other deliveries. i make your appointments with stylists. i book your photoshoots. i stock your fridge. i braid your hair for you. fuck lewis, i even call you every morning to make sure you’re up and awake. i can’t even get you to listen to me for three seconds?” 

shaking your head, you bring your hands to your face, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that you were now sobbing. the tears flow, droplets splattering on your top as your shoulders shake, “what the fuck do i have to do to be listened to around here?”

“hey,” lewis takes a step forward, his hands wrapping around your wrists, “hey, i’m sorry. it was just a rough day. qualifying didn’t go as planned. i’m so fucking sorry.”

“s-sorry?” you choke out, “you just told me you don’t even listen to me and all i get is sorry? i know that sometimes practices don’t go according to plan but you can’t just be a fucking asshole and expect me to be okay with it.”

“i know,” lewis exhales, wrapping his arms around you, “i really fucked up, okay? something about your tone just really set me off, and i am so sorry. i got into it with toto earlier, that’s probably why i’ve been so bitter tonight.”

ah, so that was the reason behind the little outburst. 

ever since lewis announced his departure from mercedes at the end of the 2024 season, the once positive relationship between the driver and his team principal was quickly deteriorating. frequent arguments about the car, snippy radio exchanges, and speculations from the press were only contributing to the snowball effect that was going to eventually lead to an inevitable avalanche. 

as lewis’ assistant, sometimes you wondered if you knew him better than he knew himself. over the years, you had practically learned everything under the sun about the british driver. of course, when he came back from qualifying a little quieter than usual, you figured something had happened in the paddock. 

you just couldn’t quite put your finger on what. 

often times, the two of you joked that you acted like an old married couple the way you bickered. yet, there was nothing as hurtful or spiteful as the exchange that happened minutes ago. part of you knew that he didn’t mean it, but part of you couldn’t let it go because of his inebriated state.

sometimes drunk words were just sober thoughts. 

“do you really think you don’t have to listen to me because of my status?” 

“no,” his voice is small, “i don’t think that.”

“then why did you say it?”

“i d-don’t know,” you can hear his voice falter, “i-i was just upset from earlier. i usually don’t lash out like that.”

a sniffle fills your ears, his chest heaving slightly. glancing up, you notice the glimmer of a tear as it slips down his cheek, the driver’s lip trembling.

“lewis,” the notes in your tone are gentle, “is everything okay?”

“no,” he shakes his head, “i-i’m sorry.”

“what’s wrong?”

“i do listen to you,” squeezing his eyes shut, he allows you to wipe away a tear, “i promise i listen to you. i don’t want you to ever feel like i don’t. i’m sorry, i’ve just had a lot on my mind lately and–”

“don’t worry about me,” tenderly, you caress his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb, “i promise that i will survive. maybe you can hook me up with someone on the grid, yeah?”

“i can’t do that.”

“why not?” you arch a brow. 

“because there is no one else i would want you with on that grid but me,” his eyes open, meeting yours, “i’m so upset because i hurt you. i have feelings for you, and seeing you hurt like that, it nearly split me into two.”

“lewis,” your breath hitches in your throat as he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, “i-i don’t know what you want me to say.”

“come on,” he tuts, “you know why you ended things with that guy. he was getting frustrated at how much time we were spending together. and in your heart, you know that you can’t stay away from me. the way you look at me, i know that you feel the same way. you wouldn’t learn how to do my favorite hairstyles if there wasn’t some sort of love there. you wouldn’t order my favorite food without asking if you didn’t care. you wouldn’t spend all of this time with me if you didn’t like me.”

“maybe i do, just a little bit.”

“only a little bit?” he cocks his head, “you can’t just admit you’re in love with me?”

“what if i was?”

“hmm,” he hums, his mouth only millimeters from yours, “i’d tell you i was in love with you too.”

“you would have to promise me something, though.”

“anything.”

“would you slow down a little on your lifestyle?” you inquire, slightly testing the waters to see how far you could go. 

“and what does that entail?” a hand finds its way to the base of your neck, warm and comforting as a breeze rolls through.

“would you quit going to the strip clubs? driving recklessly? living the fast life?”

“if it meant that it would make you happy and secure, yes,” the words are brimmed with authenticity, “i want to make you the happiest woman on earth. i’d do anything for you.”

“would you quit tomorrow?”

“oh love,” he chuckles, “i’ll quit this instant.”

“and i’ll keep taking care of you.”

“promise?” his voice softens, “you promise you’ll stick by my side? even after i leave mercedes?”

“i promise.”

the corners of his lips curl into a smug smirk, the driver leaning in even closer. 

“that only means we get to seal that promise with a kiss then, huh?”

[the-magpie-archives]

Tips for writing London as a setting if you've never been there

London's a popular place to set a story! It's often imagined as sexy, cool, and suave. Whilst this is sometimes true, the thing that it predominantly is, is absolutely and entirely chaotic! So here are some aspects that you may not know about:

-Public transport is absolutely crucial to the infrastructure! Few people drive in London because of how well connected it is, and bus stops and train stations are often used as meeting points or details in directions.

-There's a LOT of crime, like, a lot. All cities have it, but London has a lot of variety. Stabbings are incredibly common (to the extent where it becomes a bit of a joke), almost everyone has a story where they've found or seen a dead body, and there are many money laundering/drug den fronts under the guise of highstreet shops (they're not well hidden).

-Despite it's chaos there's a strong code of etiquette most people hold themselves too. Some are actual rules (stand on the right side of escalators, don't queue jump) but some are simply social expectations (don't stop in the middle of the pavement, keep your bags close to your body, don't take up multiple seats.)

-A lot of tourists to the city are COMPLETELY FERAL and widely hated. They'll stand in the middle of the road, block up bridges, swing around cameras and selfie sticks in busy places, and completely ignore the social standards of polite society. People Do Not Like This. (also American tourists have a tendancy to just randomly start conversation with people? It's a bit weird and generally not done but it's not strictly a bad thing.)

-Rush hour is INSANE. We're talking almost static traffic, trains so packed that you're pressed into people on every side, buses that are so full they can't stop to let more people on. Some days it's better some days it's worse, but if you can avoid travelling at those times YOU DO.

-There are a lot of scam artists on the streets. Most major cities have these, they suck, they're aggressive, and they'll take your money! Some give you flowers and then force you to pay, some take photos of you and boost up the price to get them, there's always new ones, they're relentless, and you've gotta tell them to fuck off.

-Black cabs are not at all popular for normal people! They cater to tourists, rich people, and old people. They're great, the cab drivers are hard working and very knowledgeable, but they're also very expensive. Awful as it is, uber's cheaper if you're desperate, but buses go everywhere so it's just not really worth it.

[snowysosturn]

Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 12

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Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, tension, angst

The silence in my apartment made me spiral after Alex stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I replayed our argument over and over, each word cutting deeper. How did we get here? I’d spent the last month caring for him, rearranging my life to cater to him. Now, he was off to Barcelona with Emily, leaving me to pick up the pieces. A bitter laugh escaped me. Of course, he chose her over me. I couldn't even spend our last night together before his trip.

I angrily wiped away tears, trying to suppress the rising wave of emotions. It wasn't just the argument with Alex that hurt, it was everything else too. Matt’s silence since the fight, the confusion about what almost happened between us, and the sinking feeling that maybe I wasn’t enough. Not for Alex, not for anyone.

Curling up on the couch, the apartment felt empty and cold. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Now there was nothing to distract me from the growing loneliness. My phone buzzed, and my heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Alex with an apology. But it was Nick. Surprised, I hesitated before opening the message.

 "Hey, are you okay? I heard Alex is staying here tonight.. Do you want to hang out?"

I hadn’t realized how much I needed someone to reach out until I saw Nick’s message. I was grateful for the reach out. I quickly replied, "I’d really like that. I can order you an Uber?"

His response came instantly. "Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks."

As I waited for Nick to arrive, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I hadn’t expected to hear from him, let alone tonight. The last time I saw Nick was the same night I last saw Matt, and now that he was coming over, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But one thing was clear - I was grateful someone cared enough to check on me, even if it wasn’t the person I had hoped for.

When Nick arrived, his soft smile and warm greeting were comforting. “Hey girl” he said, his voice soothing. We sat on the couch, and after a brief silence, he said, “I’m really sorry about everything that’s been going on.”

“Everything’s just a mess, you know? I’ve been trying so hard to make things work with Alex, but it feels like I’m the only one who cares. And now he’s off to Barcelona with Emily, and I’m just.. here.”

Nick nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. It’s not fair that he left like that, especially after everything you’ve done for him, but don’t worry we’re making sure you’re busyyyyy while he’s away.”

I smirked at his last comment, I could really use more time out of the house. “I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. Why does it feel like I’m never enough?”

“You’re not doing anything wrong.” Nick said firmly. “Alex is the one who’s screwing up, not you. You’ve been bending over backward for him, and he’s just taking you for granted.”

His words hit me hard, and I had to look away, blinking back tears. “It just hurts, you know? I’ve given so much, and it feels like he doesn’t even care. I just feel so lonely.”

Nick placed a comforting hand on my arm. “You deserve better than that, Y/n. You deserve someone who actually appreciates everything you do. Maybe it's time to end things with him?”

No one had ever said those words to me before, so it came as a shock. “Maybe.. But thank you, Nick. It means a lot.”

We talked for a while, gossiped and watched some episodes of RuPaul’s Drag Race and slowly, the weight of the evening lifted. 

Matt’s POV

The next morning, the blaring jingle of my alarm pulled me from a restless sleep. I quietly got dressed, trying not to wake Emily, who was sprawled across the bed, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my head.

Once I was ready, I nudged Emily gently. “Hey, we need to get going soon if you want to make your flight.”

She groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “Just five more minutes…”

“Emily, come on” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “You’re gonna miss your flight if you don’t get up.”

“Ughhh, fine.” she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looked at me through half open eyes, clearly not a morning person. “Why do these flights have to be so early?”

I didn’t answer, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference. I grabbed her suitcase to carry it downstairs and started wheeling it towards the door. Alex was already waiting, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked just as groggy as Emily, but there was a tension in his jaw that told me he hadn’t forgotten our argument. I knew better than to bring it up again.

The car ride to the airport was quiet, filled with the sound of Emily typing away on her phone. She showed me pictures of clubs and bars she wanted to visit in Barcelona, but my mind was elsewhere.

“Do you know anyone in Barcelona?” Emily asked suddenly. “Maybe you could get us into some VIP sections or something?”

“Emily, I’m just a YouTuber. Who the fuck would I know out in Barcelona?”

She pouted slightly, disappointed. “Oh, come on, you must know someone. Doesn’t everyone in LA have some kind of connection?”

“Not really my scene, Em..” I replied, focusing on the road.

We pulled up to the airport, the morning sun just starting to peak over the horizon. I parked the car and helped them with their bags. The airport buzzed with people rushing to catch flights.

I gave Emily a kiss goodbye as Alex walked to check in. “See you in 10 days, don't miss me too much! I love you!” Emily said, looking over her shoulder as she walked toward Alex.

“Have a great time Em, love you too.” I lingered by the entrance, watching them navigate the crowd together. Emily clung to Alex’s arm, talking animatedly about something. Alex seemed more interested in getting their bags through. I felt a strange emptiness in my chest. The argument with Alex, the tension between us, and now this.. something had to change. But I wasn’t sure what or how.

I drove back home, the sun now fully up. The roads weren't clear anymore, and neither was my mind. The silence in the car was deafening, and for the first time in a long while, I wished Emily was here with me, chatting away about something meaningless purely to take my mind off everything.

My mind was a mess of thoughts, always circling back to Nick and Y/n. I couldn’t get over the fact that Nick had gone to her place last night. Why did she call an Uber for him? Was she avoiding me? I know I hadn’t been in touch with her but It wasn’t intentional, things got so complicated. But maybe that was just an excuse. I was scared.. scared of what might happen if I did see her again.

A notification popped up on my dashboard screen, snapping me out of my thoughts. A message from Nick: “Can you come pick me up from Y/n’s?”

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her name. I made Siri send a quick response, “On my way!”

The drive to Y/n’s apartment was short, but it felt like forever. My mind raced with questions. Was I going to see her?

When I finally pulled up outside her building, my heart was pounding. I scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but there was no sign of her car that's usually parked in the same spot. I parked up, texting Nick to let him know I was outside and waited.

After a few minutes, Nick emerged, smiling as he spotted my car. I couldn’t help the wave of disappointment when I realized Y/n wasn’t with him to show him out. Nick got in, buckling his seatbelt.

“Morning” he greeted.

“Morning,” I replied. “Where’s Y/n?”

“Oh she went to work hours ago.” Nick explained. “She told me I could stay as long as I wanted when she left, she just put the door on auto lock so it would close properly behind me.”

Nick kept up a steady string of conversation on the drive home, mostly talking about how nice it was to hang out with Y/n last night. I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her. What if she was mad at me? What if she regretted almost kissing me? Did she even mention me at all? The uncertainty was eating me alive.

Nick must have noticed my silence. “You okay, Matt? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

I forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess, from being up so early..”

Nick didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he leaned back and let the music fill the car, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

By the time we got back to the house, I was exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. The weight of everything that had happened over the past few weeks was hitting me, and I knew I couldn’t keep ignoring it. But right now, all I wanted was to crawl back into bed and shut the world out, even if just for a little while.

Y/n’s POV

The blaring sound of my alarm clock pulled me out of the depths of a short sleep. Nick and I were laughing so much last night that it ended up being very late getting to bed. I groaned, rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes as I rolled out of bed. Today was the last of my early morning shifts at Target, and the thought of returning to a normal schedule next week was the only thing keeping me going.

These early shifts had been isolating, to say the least. It felt like everyone else was living their lives in a different time zone, and I was drifting in a space where no one else existed. Even Jess, who used to be my go to for venting about the monotony of day to day life, had been absent. We hadn’t seen or heard from each other since the night of Alex’s fight either. Opposite shifts had kept us apart, and I missed her more than I realized.

By the time my shift ended, I felt drained, not just from the physical exhaustion, but from the emotional toll everything had taken on me. I checked my phone as I walked out of the store, blinking against the harsh daylight. There was a text from Alex. Hesitating for a moment, I finally opened it.

“I’m sorry about last night. I know I’ve been a lot to deal with lately. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough because you are. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I love you.”

Reading his apology didn’t bring the comfort it might have once. Instead, it felt like another weight added on, making it harder to breathe. I realized, in that moment, that I was done. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. But admitting it to myself and actually going through with ending things with Alex were two very different things. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to face that yet. Not now, not with everything else piling up around me.

I typed out a quick response, keeping it brief. “Okay. Have a safe flight. Love you too.”

Moments later, another message from Alex popped up. “Thanks. Can you keep an eye on my email while I’m gone? Still waiting to hear from the board about their decision.”

My heart sank. I completely forgot the internal investigation after the fight had weighed heavily on him, and me by extension. The Bruins management had mentioned the possibility of a suspension or even stripping away his captaincy, a thought that had left him in a state of constant anxiety. I’d been there for him through it all, yet it seemed like no matter what I did, it was never enough to pull him out of his own head.

When I finally got home, the only thing I wanted was to collapse into bed. The thought of being awake and overthinking was too much to bear, and I let myself fall into the comfort of my blankets and I drifted into a fitful sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. I felt disoriented, my mind still tangled in the remnants of dreams I couldn’t remember. The apartment was silent, and the loneliness hit me harder than I expected. I’d grown used to having someone around, even if that someone was Alex, with all his faults and shortcomings. But last night, when Nick had stayed over, it had been different. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the emptiness feel less suffocating.

But it made me realise how much I missed Matt. The way he’d disappeared from my life so suddenly had left a void that no one else could fill. Even having Nick around hadn’t been enough to keep me from thinking about Matt. The connection we’d shared, brief as it was, had been real. I could still feel the electricity from that almost kiss, the tension that had hung between us like a charged wire.

In a moment of weakness, I found myself reaching for my phone. I wondered what Matt was doing right now. Did he ever think about me? Did he miss me as much as I missed him? My thumb hovered over the Youtube search bar, a reckless idea forming in my mind.

The Sturniolo Triplets.

It didn’t take long to find their YouTube channel. My heart raced as I clicked on the first video that caught my eye, the familiar sound of Matt’s voice filling the room. As the video played, I felt a strange sense of comfort wash over me. This was probably the closest I’d get to him again, watching him through a screen, pretending he was still a part of my life.

But as much as I tried to lose myself in the videos, the loneliness crept back in. The emptiness that Matt’s absence had left was still there, refusing to be ignored. Just as I was about to close the app, my phone buzzed with a new message.

Nick 💜:  “Want to hit Topgolf in a bit? One of our friends from Boston is here. We can pick you up on the way.”

We? who was we?

a/n: okay kind of a filler chapter buuuuut maybe just maybe a certain two people reunite in the next chapter

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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, fingerings 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 ball 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 crossed them behind his back. The option 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 titled 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 though 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.”

[hydrangea-mon-amor]

「 ✦  Yandere Angel ✦ 」

Yandere Male! x fem! reader!

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior

A/N guys, I feel like I’m on drugs right now, I’ve worked on this for who knows how many hours just so I could drop it in time of New Years. It’s a long one, and I think you guys will love this one.

Summary! He is your Guardian Angel, sworn to protect you against any and all evil. You are a simple mortal girl, who ensnared the wrong angel in your circle… (no seriously girl how the hell did you do that….)

Side note — if you think there should be more trigger warnings added, let me know.

Every Angel is assigned to a human, but not every angel harbors the ability to form a genuine relationship with them. It isn’t in their clause, and, in any case, the act in itself is generally treated as something to avoid.

After all, angels are immortal, ephemeral creatures, beings of light itself. They cannot die like ordinary humans do, and they do not have the lifespan of one either…

No, they live long, immortality is something they are branded with. How could, if one could ask, would an angel live if they grew to love their charge, but had to acquiesce and give them up in the name of death?

Is it possible for life to be so unfair?

Is it possible for life to be so irrevocably cruel?

Peliel, was the name of your guardian Angel. He has been looking over you, you know? Each moment—every encounter that has mysteriously worked in your favor, it was all because of him. Truly he had your best interest in mind.

Do you remember, when it was your seventeenth birthday, your friends and you hopped in that Uber, only to be led astray but then back again? Remember how relieved you were when you had realized that you weren’t being kidnapped?

You should thank Peliel.

No, really, it’s insisted that you thank your protective guardian Angel…

On a drowsy Sunday morning, with leaves swaying to the persuasive winds, Peliel is slumped under a tree. He watches over you, you are outside a cafe, studying for a future exam. Peliel looks around for danger, he always has, he has never complained, he never will complain.

A dumb smile finds its way on his face.

‘You look so adorable…’ he thinks—he has always thought that.

His eyes perk up, where are you going?

Peliel, removes himself from the trees shade, and starts stalking towards you. No mortal can see him, he is, infact, hidden in plain sight. He watches you cross roads, than follow the same path. He follows, quite diligently too, until he comes to a stop.

The Public Library.

He smiles dumbly to himself. Of course someone as adorable and motivated as you would go to the library to study…

He moves through the door, tucking himself away into a corner so where he could watch you promptly. He has never loved being a guardian so much, he wishes death wasn’t a thing so he could forever be your Guardian Angel…

You sit in between two chairs on a desk, clasping a medical textbook in your hands. You lay it on top the surface, diligently tracing your fingers along the words, taking notes as you do. Hair cascading down your delectable visage, and Peliel watches it all, he will watch it all.

Sometimes, when you sleep in your bed, Peliel will sit at the edge of the mattress and just…stare. It isn’t weird, really it’s just him protecting what is his. He is in charge of your protection, what kind of Guardian Angel would he be if he didn’t take it upon himself catering to your protection in every circumstance?

Who would he be? No really, he might as-well be committing an act of transgression upon the Heavens.

No…the wording is wrong, in actuality, he’d be committing transgressions against you.

He sits in his corner, looking upon you like how mortals look upon their worldly desires. But, to him, you are more than just “desires.” You are his reason for living.

“Fuck.” He’s startled, it isn’t often he hears you curse…

You look upon your textbook, frustrated with the topic you’re currently studying. You look up, desperate for some notion of reprieve.

Your eyes squint.

“Can I help you? Why are you in the corner like that?”

Peliel is confused, you shouldn’t be able to see him. It isn’t natural, it isn’t possible. He is invisible to the mortal eye, he cannot be seen by ordinary folk, how can you…

“Are you referring to me?”

You should really be more gentle with him, he speaks so timidly, frightened he’s going to disappoint you…

You look over your shoulder, “I don’t see anyone huddled up in a corner like you are, so yes, as if it wasn’t obvious already, but I am looking at you. And seriously? Who would I have to look at besides you?”

Who would I have to look at besides you…

He seriously shouldn’t be getting butterflies from this, poor thing, all riled up for nothing.

“I-I’m not sure.” He attempts to smile, his face definitely dusted in red, he’s squeamish now, unbecoming. You really shouldn’t have acknowledged him.

“Don’t sit there, you’ll damage your spine.”

“How do you know?”

You hold up the textbook, “studying to become a doctor.”

He looks at you surprised.

“Really?”

As if he didn’t already know that…

“Mhmm, exam next Thursday, wish me luck won’t you?” You were being sarcastic, but he was not.

“O-of course!”

Your phone rings. “Have to go now, bye, don’t make me catch you in a position like that again. Well, that is if we ever meet again.”

He watches in awe, you leave the library, hesitant smile his way.

He feels like he’s on cloud nine, or ten, or eleven. He feels weightless, light, fluttering, untouchable.

Of course, the reason why you could see him was because of fate… you are destined for him, as he is destined for you… that’s why you could see him, that’s why he could converse with you…. Fate, you are fated to him…

He’s watching you.

Well, he always has, but something about this encounter is different… he doesn’t know, it feels more intimate, more romantic.

He sits upon a tree branch, an apple in his hands. He’s been meaning to take a bite, but he is so enamored with you that he simply just forgot… but, of course, could you blame him? You are simply so you, and he is irrevocably engrossed with you.

You are star-gazing, by yourself. Wearing a divine skirt, a tank top, and a simple, cute cardigan. You have a basket of mangoes by you, waiting a few moments to eat the next piece.

He can’t stop thinking about you, he can’t stop himself from being near you. Even if you don’t know he’s here, it still doesn’t change the fact that he’s there…

He will always be there.

Always, for you.

In the wake of the glowing moon, the dance of the twinkling constellations, Peliels whispers, sounds odd but no. He whispers to you, don’t you understand? Fate has communicated that you two are meant for eachother, bless Peliel, all he is doing is seeing it to fruition.

These whispers, these statements of fervor, are carried by the ever persistent winds.

They are carried to you.

Heaven cannot compare to the bliss you have given.

Your face is as delicate as dew drops, and your voice as placid as the clearest of waters…you are an illustration of exalted life.

He almost giggles to himself when he sees you startled, playing it off as something amiss with your hearing.

It was probably the smartest thing you’ve done thus far.

He shouldn’t intervene this much, really, it isn’t ethical. And, his higher ups would probably not be too fond of his recent behavior either. But can he help it? Really, can he?

Honestly he thinks it’s your fault.

If you weren’t so infatuating, so alluring, he wouldn’t have to do this.

If he didn’t love you like he did, he probably would’ve stepped back, but he does love you, he loves you so much that he cannot bear the sight of you being inconvenienced. No matter how minor.

So why is that you aren’t grateful? Why do you look on in terror as if he had done something so outrageous? So heinous?

“Please, someone, dial 911!” You shout, shaking as you watch the bleeding corpse of your boss.

How did he even get that way?

A part of you is at odds with one another. He was a shit boss, always targetting people who couldn’t fight back, he was rude, mean, crude, narcissistic, evil—

“I—he’s losing a lot of blood please!” You shout, cursing yourself for not having your phone on you.

Peliel watches on, not liking the feeling swirling in his stomach.

Why aren’t you showing any signs of gratitude? You hated him, Peliel knows how much you hated him. So why, why do you want people do help the coward! He’s helping you! He’s doing you a favor, how could you be so insolent and—

Wait.

You are so lucky to have a very smart Guardian Angel, did you know that?

Peliel, transforms into a mortal body, akin to how you saw him in the library, just less…divine. He transforms into the uniform of your workplace, a co-worker. He pushes pass the doors, until he reaches you the body.

“I know how to bandage deep wounds.” He said, not realizing the logistics of the situation he has put himself in.

He didn’t take note to factor in the fact that you have never seen him working with you before, or the fact that it has been a complete month since your last interaction, or the fact that this just seems so convenient…

He supposes he is lucky enough to have a human so traumatized to not question it.

“Please h-help, I don’t know how he ended up like this.” You said, voice trembling.

Cute.

Peliel thinks how he could be the cause of that trembling voice.

“Do you have a first aid kid?” He said, you nodded, still shaking. When you leave his sight to fetch the kit, Peliel looks upon the corpse like it has personally offended him.

He didn’t plan for this to happen, it wasn’t what he originally wanted. But he supposes it isn’t a complete loss, since, he does have you.

With a snap of his finger, the corpse he so assiduously butchered was bandaged up in an instant. The bleeding, to a minimum.

When you came back, you were stunned.

“How did you…I thought you—“

“I realized I had a first aid kid with me. Sorry if I bothered you.”

“No—not at all! I just…thank you for helping. I am so grateful—god—I don’t understand how this could even happen.”

Grateful.

So now you are grateful.

Peliel thinks he may have to switch tactics, but nevertheless, he is happy. He is happy he made you happy.

“Of course, it’s nothing—“

Peliel is cut off from ambulance sirens.

What a hinderance.

Alas, at the end of the day, when you have high given your police statements, you both stand outside the police station.

“Really again, I’m so grateful you showed up, if you hadn’t I don’t think he would’ve been able to—“

Peliel realizes that he may have overstepped here, but he doesn’t care. He pulls you close, hugging you. He is close enough to smell your scent.

“Really it’s nothing. You have just scene a traumatizing scene, you shouldn’t think about scenarios that haven’t passed.”

Peliel is honestly, such a lucky angel to have a mortal so blissfully naive.

You don’t think him creepy for hugging you, infact, you think the gesture was nice, comforting.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name, it’s Y/N.”

He smiles, “my name is”—he thinks for a moment—“Pete, my name is Pete.”

You look up at him, your visage twisting to remembrance.

“I know you, you were at the library.” It’s now that you two are a reasonable distance from one another. “You were crouched in that little corner—“

“And you told me you were studying to be a doctor.” He said. “That makes me wonder, shouldn’t you have been able to help him?”

You frown, your face taking a shade of shame.

“I…didn’t pass, turns out I wasn’t even familiar with half the things I doctor should be able to do.”

He rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, you’ll find your calling.”

For now, Peliel can be the doctor, your doctor.

“I uh, I didn’t know you worked here.”

Peliel purses his lips. “I didn’t know you worked here too.” Liar. “I think I should quit though, after what happened, I don’t think It’d be safe If you—I mean—I continued to work there.”

You smile dimly, “yeah, I guess that makes sense.” You take out a piece of parchment, a pen next, you scribble numbers onto the page. Peliel has no idea what you are trying to do.

It’s cute really, how bashful your getting, presenting the paper to him. “It’s my number. Call me if you need anything.”

He smiles, taking the paper in hand, “alright.”

He sees you more often now.

How lucky he is.

He gets to speak to you more as well. By the heavenly principles, he shouldn’t have such easy access to you, it isn’t in his job description, really, he should only converse with you durning pivotal moments in your life, but bless his heart, he just can’t help it!

He loves you, don’t you know that? He loves you so much it pains his heart.

You’re at a coffee shop, gaze fixed on a laptop screen and fingers tapping gently on the keyboards. For a few moments, he stands outside the window, just watching you.

He loves watching you.

A shaky breath leaves his lips, he wonders how he can merge his life into yours, how he can have you all to himself.

He wants you so bad, did you know that?

No, he needs you.

He mouths the words I love you a million times, then a million times more.

He wants to say it in person.

He watches you.

You tap the keyboards gently.

He watches you.

Your eyes are fixed in the screen.

They should be fixed on him.

He watches you.

Your lips look so soft.

How soft are they to kiss?

He watches you.

Your eyes dazzle his soul.

How will they look when he has you under his d—

He watches you.

He’s always watching you.

How lucky.

He’s infiltrated your day to day life.

One might think this is what Guardian Angels do, they walk through your life as you live it, but Peliel is not the same. He shouldn’t be with you like this.

It’s as If he’s casted a spell on you.

The flowers are more dazzling, the sky is more eccentric, you smell things more in depth now, you feel things more intimately, emotions are more raw, your vision more clear and it is all thanks to you know who.

Well, in actuality you don’t, but that doesn’t matter.

He likes seeing you happy, and yo are happy.

Right?

Well, Peliel thinks you are.

You smile more.

Laugh more.

You are just so…you!

He loves It.

He’s giggling now, thinking about what he is going to do.

What he will do just so he can talk to you.

The winds take a sharp turn, you walk alongside the sidewalk, earphones locked in place, listening to a song on your playlist. When a sharp breeze sets you off your course. Your body slams down on the other direction, hitting a wall of some sort.

No, not a wall, something soft.

Something soft and breathing and moving.

“I think you have some sort of penchant running into me.” He said, recognizing you so much more faster than you can even think to remember him.

His voice is soft, and his hand is around you protectively, so that you don’t injure yourself further.

As if he wasn’t the cause for this.

Sometimes, he thinks why you don’t react the way other mortals do. Usually, they’d scream and curse at someone they see so often and nit know personally, perhaps it is paranoia.

But you are so accepting, so naive—

“It seems I always bump into you when I need saving.” You say shyly.

He blushes.

Saving.

Need.

You need him.

He knew you loved him.

“Are you hurt? That seemed like a really hard fall you had there.”

He is so happy you had that fall. Because if not, he wouldn’t be in this situation. You in his arms.

“I’m fine, are you fine? You tumbled down with me, I’m sorry, I’m probably causing you a lot of pain.” You move to stand up, Peliel has to physically fight himself so he doesn’t pull you down. So he doesn’t come on too strong.

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” He said, blurting it out before he can form cohesive thoughts.

He doesn’t regret it though, not when you gave him such an enticing response.

“Sure, maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

He already knows every inch of your being.

But sure, he’ll humor you for the time being.

You get gifts now.

He delivers them to you.

How considerate.

You open the door to your front porch, a crystal, white box addressed to you. Delivered in pristine condition. On it there is an attached note.

For the loveliest rose the heavens could gaze on.

He doesn’t sign it off with his name however. But you are so curious you just simply had to know, you needed to know.

How stupid you were.

A heinous, disgusting shrill came out of your mouth. The birds changed their course and the crickets and insects that surrounded your house grew silent.

Inside the box were a pair of two eyes, another note placed inside.

For the men who dared to look at the loviest rose.

You wanted to puke, you wanted to hurl yourself into a corner and just sob.

Peliel watches.

And truth be told, he does not like the reacting you had given him.

He worked so hard to get this right, to give you a present worthy of your magnificence. And this is how you respond? By screaming as if it is something to abhor? Do you have no gratitude?

But that is okay, he has other gifts in mind.

The next week, you get another package. And this time you had no Will to open it. You didn’t want to open it. You were only outside to read the nite attached to the box.

Lovely rose, I hope you like this present better than the…one before.

You don’t open it. You can’t open it. You won’t open it.

But curiosity knows at you like cornered claws, you can’t continue your day without thinking about it.

It’s always in the back of your mind.

Lovey rose.

Lovely rose.

Lovey rose.

It chips away at you until it is finally night and you cannot go another second without knowing so like a ravaged animal you grasp the box like a depraved creature and claw at it. Until it rips open to reveal…an amethyst ring.

What?

But this makes no sense…

On the ring is another attached note.

The loveliest mineral for the loveliest rose.

Oh you’re fucked now.

Peliel curses himself.

He’s let you stray far away from him.

Your at the same coffee shop, same table, same laptop, but it isn’t the same. Because if it was the same he would be watching you like he always does, he’d be watching you while you tap your delicate fingers gently on the keyboards.

But it is not the same.

Do you want to know why?

Because a incompetent, insolent mortal boy is besides you.

His finger is on you lap, he smiles at you, his gaze fixed on you.

Who does he think he is? Doesn’t he know that position is only reserved for him? Wasn’t this the place you and him visited just last week? Wasn’t this the place you two bought coffees together and had a pleasant conversation? Wasn’t this the place you smiled at him like you knew him even before your birth? Wasn’t this the place that cemented the fact that you belonged to him?

That he belonged to you?

He watches in rage, he watches seething, fingers curling into a fist, all he wants to do is wipe that mortal boy off the face of this planet.

He doesn’t deserve you like Peliel does.

He didn’t earn you like Peliel did.

What is this?

Have you forsaken him? Was every encounter you had with him nothing? You said you needed him, you said that exact word remember?

So why is he watching this.

Why is he watching this and feeling so—so jealous!

But Peliel, your very smart Guardian Angel, always has a plan. He watches you, rage mixed with absolute devotion and adoration and devises a plan.

He smiles just thinking about.

This way, he can have you all to himself, without…hinderances.

Yes, you might be a little angry with him for the first couple of weeks. You may actually be a little scared. Confused, distraught, anxious.

But it’ll all be worth it.

Besides, he’s sure you’ll come around to living with him in the mountains, isolated from the rest if the world, just you and him, forever.

Hell just have to kidnap you there first.

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A/N: thank you for being so patient while I worked on this. I made it extra long so you guys could savor it a bit more, and also because I believe it needed to be this long so you could understand fully Peliel infatuation with Y/N. I have ideas on how I can expand this story, but don’t get your hopes up because I’m not sure if it’ll come into fruition. I love you all so much and thank you for reading.

Happy new year!

[tf2incorrectquotes]

Heavy: *petting a dove while Medic prepares for the Uber procedure* Doktor has so many birds. Where find them?

Medic: Oh, here and there. I met Archimedes while stealing a catering van from a wedding!

Heavy: ...Why?

Medic: *blinks at him* Why wouldn't I steal a Catering Van from a Wedding? Where else would you steal a Catering Van?

Heavy: ...fair enough.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

About your non human au

Got a bit of a ramble plus a question but it's a bit long

How open to cuddling are the Nrc folks? Or more like, how willing and upfront/obvious about wanting scritches and pets is everyone in Nonhuman au. I was wondering where on the sliding scale of "unabashedly unashamedly asking for cuddles" vs "i totally do not want cuddles but if you don't give attention to me i will be upset for completely unrelated reasons that have nothing to do with not being petted and cuddled"

(also due to my garbo memory, i can't remember if basically the majority of all of NRC is now nonhuman in this au but i do recall that humans are rare so I'm gonna put in the other NRC folks too in case also cause it's fun)

I feel like the most upfront and unabashed about demanding or asking for scritches would be Lilia of course. Followed by Ace (i feel like he's desperately trying to act smug and jokey about it but he will be genuinely upset if you turn him down or worse get annoyed and actually go to someone else). Deuce i feel like wouldn't necessarily be super upfront (he's uber embarrassed and doesn't know how to go about communicating that) but he will do what he thinks will get what he wants without being too pushy. Lots of Deuce being fairly clingy and lots of casual leaning on reader/yuu but Deuce would get flustered easily i believe and he doesn't have the word weaving skills like Ace to try to bluff his way out. Also Floyd will give Lilia a run for his money with how vocal and willing to go get his damn cuddles. Kalim as well but he's not as likely to gun for Reader/Yuu like Lilia or Floyd. More of an impromptu decision based on encounters.

Cater, Trey, Jack, maybe even Ruggie and Jade are less openly vocal and pushy about their scritches and cuddles. They are more likely to be casual i believe and also try to sneak in their wants. However they probably won't deny nor completely avoid the want for pets or grooming. Rook can technically be placed here too cause i feel like he wants to have attention on him but also he wants his little mischievous chase games in the mix (he's being chased and the reward is pets) but he doesn't want to miss out on that relaxation time just in case the lil human can't keep up. Some good old Rook complexity in there involving wanting to be accepted to be seen and to see beauty but also an odd sense of trepidation and almost shyness, he might even half joke about how you're trying to tame him and that you should be responsible for those you tame

The last group definitely feels like the type to never outright demand or ask for cuddles scritches or pets but they will be soo petty and irritated if they think they're not getting their due attention. Jealous tsunderes to me lol. Leona, Vil, Riddle, Idia and Malleus go in this category but for different reasons. Leona and Vil just have a lot of pride and an image they're trying to uphold. Riddle and Idia are soo touch starved and socially awkward that they both don't know how to go about communicating what they want but also they don't know how to handle it when they're actually interacting. (riddle is so socially awkward but he at least has a plethora of rules to work off of unlike idia). Malleus is awkward and out of his depth so i think he just wouldn't know how to express what he wants but he's very jealous of the others for getting their own cuddles so easily in comparison

Loving the ideas you got!

I do love a good ramble.

Ok, so

“How open to cuddling are the Nrc folks?” 

With the guys at that school in general It's sort of a case-by-case type thing and depends on the person in particular. Kind of like how some people are cool with physical affection or hugs but some aren't, and with others, you gotta build up a bond for them to be cool with it. Some of the beasties aren't gonna want some random person touching them, just like a regular person wouldn't be cool with it.

A thing to remember though that changes the circumstance is, that this is a school full of a bunch of hormonal dudes and you happen to be a cute exotic little thing. So some are gonna be cooler with that curious touching just for that…though you should be wary of their intentions.

But that’s just an in general thing for the students, it's gonna be dif with the main guys since they know you and you went through all that stuff with them. You guys are homies.

Looking at what you wrote I say you're pretty spot on with how open those certain main guys would be to it. Adding on to the Lilia bit, not only in his regular form is he perfect for petting but in this au, he has two other forms he can switch into: A big scary sexy bat monster and…adorable little actual bat that you can keep in your pocket. Being in the latter form lets him conserve energy and magic so he likes to chill in it, another benefit is how freaking ADORABLE he is in it, and he uses it to his advantage with no shame.

Pet him, brush him, tell him how cute he is, and kiss his little face. The funest thing to do is feed him little cherry tomatoes and watch him go ham on them. Have you seen those cute vids of fruit bats eating stuff? Well, you should.

Ace and Deuce are clingy little things but in different ways. Deuce wants you to touch him so badly but he’s anxious about making you uncomfortable or you thinking he’s weird. Being a girl would add more to that. Also you call him a good boy while showing him affection he will die. P.S. When he goes home for the break and his mom smells you on him she is going to ask him so many questions and tease him. Please help him.

Ace is…regardless of what creature he is in the au he has asshole cat energy. Like, he's clingy and demands attention at the worst time but when you're in the mood he's like “Meh” but then gets pissy when you go to or smell like someone else. Passive aggressively scents all your stuff.

Floyd and Kalim have no shame in asking. Though with Kalim it's asking and although he’ll get sad when you're busy or not in the mood for it he’ll respect it. Floyd does not. He is like one of those big ass dogs that will straight up lay on you and won't move. Kalim keeps offering to hire you as his personal cuddle giver/groomer and his parents encourage it since having a human serve under you shows status, not that he cares about that.

My god, Cater would use you for so many videos.

So true for the “won't be vocal about it” thing. Cater is gonna “Haha…unless?” about it. Trey, Ruggie, and Jade would definitely manipulate situations so that you WILL pet them. Ruggie is gonna act like he's doing you a favor so you end up cuddling AND feeding him. Jack is still very much a tsundere about it, will probably take a while to get him to let you and he wants to do it in private.

Rook…another with no shame in accepting it. He’s so used to being the one doing the chasing. It's nice having someone so interested in him and giving him praise. He’s still gotta keep some of his mystery so he won't tell you things but he's gonna ask you all kinds of questions and want to take…terns with touching. He’s as interested in your unique body as you are with his. Take that however you want. 

Leona will straight up tell Ruggie to go get you and bring you to his room for Touching Time. With certain affection, he doesn't want others to see but with other kinds, he wants to show off. Especially if your mates.

Vil is pretty particular about what he allows you to do and how you touch him. Do not mess up his hair or feathers. 

Riddle and Idia. Even if he likes you it will take time for him to be cool it. Both want the affection given to be privet. Riddle actually puts together a Snuggle Scedual and gets pretty pissed if someone or someone interrupts or makes it run late. God forbid it gets canceled. Tbh for both of them it's kind of…cuddle therapy? For Riddle it helps with his anger and feelings of loneliness and the lack of affection he's had to deal with since…well forever.

For Idia…tbh I can't help but picture him as one of those anxiety-riddled dogs that's always shaking. You kind of end up his Emotional Support Human and if he absolutely has to leave his room he's keeping you close and hiding behind you, even if you're smol.

Is Mal awkward? Heck yes, but he is also touch-starved and greedy. You'll be lucky if his dragon instincts don't kick in have him keep you in his nest forever. Once he figures out “Oh…these touches are pretty nice.” He won't be shy about physical affection, even with the others around. Might get territorial and you should prob talk to him about it, so he doesn’t end up…going all dragon about it.

[mynameisjag]

Quick Prompt: Wanting What Someone Else Has.

Scott finds out about the new Logan, Wade doesn't care about Scott's problems. Logan isn't even aware.

Wade stared at Scott.

Scott stared at Wade.

At least the mercenary assumed he was, kind of hard to tell, you know…with the glasses…

He’d give him a point for managing to get the drop on him though, showed up late enough not to be any help, early enough were they hadn’t left the mark's disgustingly beige mansion.

It looked better with the splashes of red everywhere.

Even the boring ass, uncomfortable lounges that they were sitting on, looked better with the splatter.

Cyclops was sitting on the less messy one, so maybe he didn’t agree or he just choose that one because then they could just sit and stare at each other face to face.

“Where’s Logan?”

“Better question, how are you alive? This better not be some multiverse MCU bullshit.”

Logan was probably eating his fill in the kitchen, the owners pervert party was catered and why leave and get underwhelming fast food when there was free rich fucks food that was going to go to waste anyway.

Lo had talked about his…hunting trips…sometimes, always on the move, always going from target to target, that at one point it was just sensible to eat what was there, rest, take what was need and move on. Considering how most of the fucks he went after were people of high importance, government jobs or just rich assholes, their was always alcohol, fancy foods, and wallets that no one noticed was gone till it was too late.

So this current hit was just another day for the feral.

Scott’s Logan was more man then his, could easily be mistaken for just another human without powers.

Wade’s though, his had lost himself to the calling of his inner animal and became it as he hunted those that had hurt his family. Body changing to its new needs, becoming the human predator he needed to be.

Logan hated it, hated what his body became, his behavior, his instincts, everything that changed, he hated it all. He spent so long trying to fit the profile others had tried to shove him into that losing himself to what was himself was a failure in his eyes. A shameful failure.

It wasn’t true of course and they were working on that, both supporting each other because they both were so fucked up but at least they were fucked up together.

Wade talked to the air and the millions of eyes that watched them, Logan would snarl and make more animal sounds then use his voice at times.

The merc highly doubted the X-men, at least this version, were going to be able to handle his Wolverine.

“There’s no dog for you to collar here, laser pointer, so why don’t you make your way back to whoever else has found the well of life in that mansion and fuck off.”

Seemed like he might have hit a nerve as that frown somehow got deeper, “I’m here for my friend.”

“You’re a good couple of states away from your Wolverine’s grave, can get you an Uber there if your that directionally challenged.”

“We know he is here, with you-“

“-Nope! Again, you have eye issues not hearing, your-hear that strain on that-your Logan is dead.” Deadpool reached forward to grab a drink he had set on the end table earlier before getting interrupted, “speaking of dead, you still haven’t answered how you’re still kicking around.”

“Your life isn’t the only one that involves time travels.”

“Oh, good, just the normal X-men bullshit then, should we be expecting the other Logan then?”

“No…he is still…gone…his body, or what we can find of it, is now resting back at the mansion…not all of us are back.”

“Oooh, I probably should have put that puzzle back together before jumping…everyone is still on the fence on whether or not old Wolves would have gotten a kick out of me playing Ninja Warrior with his tibias?”

“And what does that mean?”

“Ignore it and my little chats with the “gremlins” as Honey Bunny puts it, now, I’m going to guess you thought if you couldn’t have one, you figured you could take mine? Did Daddy Professor not drill in manners in all of that training, it’s rude to take other people’s stuff.”

“He isn’t your ‘stuff’, you don’t know how to handle him.”

At that precise moment, Logan ran past in the background, on all fours and a chunk of meat in his mouth, the merc was glad that Cyclops couldn’t follow his line of sight because of the mask. Cause all the red head had to do was slightly turn his head and he would see the man he was searching for bounding upstairs like an overly excited puppy with a new toy.

Either the man found fresh grade A steak or he had decided that some one smelled delicious and took a chuck. 50 50 chance on either option really and at least the blood was everywhere here instead of back in the apartment.

Al was less likely to complain when she didn’t slip and slide through puddles of blood.

“Handle him? Scottie too Hottie!”, at this point he lifts his mask enough to sip at the drink in his hand, grimacing at the flavor, how did they make fruit soda taste bad, “ugh, high society tastes are awful,” he wiggles the can at the other man, “want it?”

“No.”

“Don’t blame you, I can how ever blame you for thinking that for some shit reason that Lobunny, wait fuck that’s a Pokémon, Lo Bun Bun, is unable to think for himself and that I somehow can stop him from going wherever he wants to go.”

“He hasn’t came home, yet, if he was able to go-“

“That place isn’t his home, you are not his X-men, he is not a replacement, well, he is an anchor being replacement but not a ‘pick up where the last Logan left off’ replacement. So what ever regrets or amends you wanted to have, they should be aimed at the grave and not the man you wished was the one you lost,” Deadpool threw the can over the others head, before flipping over the couch he was on, landing on his feet and giving double finger guns at the X-man before the can could hit the wall, “well, good chat, but we gotta go!”

Scott was standing up now, face serious and ready to counter argue when flashing lights from outside reflected in the windows, sirens coming closer, “is that the police?”

“Yeah!,” now the mercenary was opening a window, hanging halfway out of it as he made grabby hands at something above him, “hope you got a ride,” blue colored gloves grabbed his red ones and he was yanked out and upward, “tootles!”

Scott took a deep breath, calming himself down before turning and heading toward his own escape.

He’ll try another day.

[moteldogs]

bad news it was a sitdown affair, weirdly fancy. good news people kept giving me their drink tickets and I was sitting with a table of my favorite degens in the place watching UFC fight night on my buddy’s phone

work christmas party plan of attack

1. eat free dinner

2. get moderately blasted but not so as anyone would notice

3. go smoke out the back with everybody else who just came for the free dinner

4. attempt to smuggle out some booze in my jacket while dodging my supervisors

5. irish goodbye, walk 3 miles home hammered

[ceilidho]

ghost working as security at an upscale wedding while you're one of the caterers responsible for the food.

you catch his eye because he's posted facing the entrance to the kitchen where you keep coming and going from (hustling to make sure everything's perfect and bringing out other dishes as the night goes on) but neither of you can do anything about it except make eyes at each other because you're both on the job.

cut to hours later, well into the early morning when the party's starting to wind down and you're helping with the clean up but the big man looming by the pillar on the other side of the room is gone and you just sigh and try to keep your mind on the task at hand. only for him to step out of nowhere while you're waiting in the front of the reception hall trying to find an uber that doesn't cost half your day's wages and offers to drive you home.