#➷ ┊antonio’s works !

[2kiran]

Just saw the simon post, and i NEED the second version in which simon has a big belly bulge😘😘

cw m!reader has a huge dick. belly bulge. pt1.

“you okay, baby?” simon was heavily panting in your ear, his hands bunching up your shirt. it was obvious, he wasn’t quite ‘okay’. his pupils were blown wide in lust and his mask couldn’t hide the desperate expression on his face. simon’s hole fluttered around you in response, tears threatening to spill whilst his voice was husky, “don’t– don’t move.” he whimpered, experimentally grinding down on you as your cock hit all of the right spots within his being.

simon moaned softly, unable to contain his sounds as pleasure mixed with pain. he was so fucking lightheaded. he just took all of you in mere minutes ago and he felt so brainless already. “go on, take me already,” he huffed, still bratty even though you were balls deep inside of him. grabbing his hips, you carefully lifted him up before bringing him back down. “nngh, fuck!” he gasped, the thoughts that formed in his fucked out brain quickly dissipating. you repeated the action again, until he was unashamedly riding your cock.

“do...ah! do you like this? h-huh?” he asked, shakily, “like fuckin’ your superior officer? i should- i should tell the te- team, let ‘em know how- how badly you want me.” he stammered, eyes nearly rolling back, “gonna have you – hmfg...reported.” you knew he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. not when you were fucking him so heavenly, not when he could feel you in his throat. god, you wish you could snap a photo right now. eyes wandering over his muscular body and that’s when you saw it.

a fucking bulge in his belly.

interrupting his bounces, you place your hand over it. “you couldn’t do that even if you needed to,” you replied, self-assured. the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was going to retort, before his gaze followed yours. a soft groan leaving his lips as the flush on his face deepened, switching positions so that you had him on his back. “bloody hell...” he muttered, embarrassed more than ever. you pulled back until nearly nothing was in him, making him whine at the loss before you harshly snapped your hips to his. every movement forward had you bulging out of his belly, hovering your hand over it like you were in a trance. let’s see what he’ll look like with all of your cum inside of his greedy hole.

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[heybiji]

rude man

[sonyshock]

Twitter user @g4teway31 suggested when we are sad to draw our comfort characters doing the 'We have to kill this guy, Steven' meme and I did it. Now I've birthed a picture of Dr. Eggman suggesting Antonio Recio to do what he was going to do anyway. Just two egocentric men with empires who miss their wives and will gun you. I don't have issues. Social media   //  Commissions   //  PAPERCUT

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[amethystsoda]

[usedtobeguest123]

“Hey there,” Bruno said quietly. The boy didn’t respond, but his eyes raised a fraction of an inch higher over the horizon of wood. “I-I’ve been meaning to tell you—um, thank you, for letting me use your room, and your little jaguar. It did help.” That drew him up high enough for Bruno to catch the smile that lit up his face.  “I knew it would,” he said, so quiet Bruno almost couldn’t hear him over the noise around them.  “Yeah, heh, you’re pretty smart,” he replied with a grin. “Hey, I’m Bruno, by the way.” Bruno brushed his hand against his ruana to knock off the excess sand before holding it out over the trough between them. “I-I know you know that, but we didn’t really have time for, um, proper introductions, heh, you know, before.” The kid stood enough for his shoulders to clear the top of the trough and put his small hand into Bruno’s. He was still smiling a small, shy smile. “I’m Antonio.”  “It’s really, really nice to meet you, Antonio,” Bruno said sincerely, giving his hand a little shake before letting go. “It’s nice to meet you too, Tío.”

Encantober Day 3 - Reunion. This is from a little blurby thing I wrote for @encantober-official last year. I think their off-screen reunion would have been really cute. You can read the whole thing below the cut :)

Bruno poured his bucket of sand into a large feeding trough, letting the familiar hiss of falling grains soothe his battered nerves. Around him, the air was full of warm voices calling to each other, reassuring and loving in their tones. Every so often, the half-built walls echoed with laughter that was genuine, if a bit sad, a bit strained. The rebuilding of Casita was well on its way. 

Bruno wiped his brow and straightened, setting down his bucket, but quickly pulled his arms to his chest in surprise as he spotted a pair of big brown eyes peeking at him from the other side of the trough. A cloud of springy curls gathered above them in a haze of soft brown. 

At Bruno’s sharp reaction, the small face ducked slightly lower, though not enough to break eye contact. Bruno blew out a breath and smiled with recognition. He knelt so that his head was just higher than the trough, peering carefully back toward the half-hidden face of his sister's youngest son. 

It suddenly occurred to Bruno how different this interaction was than the last time he’d spoken one-on-one with this kid, in the walls and in his room. All the confidence of the child who’d winked at him, passing along a stuffed jaguar “for the nerves” while riding the back of a very real, very large jaguar, seemed to be gone. He supposed they’d all been through a lot since then, though.

“Hey there,” Bruno said quietly. The boy didn’t respond, but his eyes raised a fraction of an inch higher over the horizon of wood. “I-I’ve been meaning to tell you—um, thank you, for letting me use your room, and your little jaguar. It did help.”

That drew him up high enough for Bruno to catch the smile that lit up his face. 

“I knew it would,” he said, so quiet Bruno almost couldn’t hear him over the noise around them. 

“Yeah, heh, you’re pretty smart,” he replied with a grin. “Hey, I’m Bruno, by the way.” Bruno brushed his hand against his ruana to knock off the excess sand before holding it out over the trough between them. “I-I know you know that, but we didn’t really have time for, um, proper introductions, heh, you know, before.”

The kid stood enough for his shoulders to clear the top of the trough and put his small hand into Bruno’s. He was still smiling a small, shy smile. “I’m Antonio.” 

“It’s really, really nice to meet you, Antonio,” Bruno said sincerely, giving his hand a little shake before letting go.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Tío,” Antonio replied. Bruno’s smile faltered just a little into something a bit more sad, but he quickly recovered it. 

“Hey! I-I-I need to go get some stuff from town—for the spackle. Want to come? I, uh, could use the extra hands, you know, to carry things. Jorge is good at mixing but, heh, he’s a lightweight. Can’t carry a thing if it’s heavier than a trowel.” 

Antonio nodded and moved around to join him. Bruno raised his eyebrows in surprise when his sobrino reached up and quietly took his strange tío’s hand. After a second’s hesitation, Bruno squeezed the little hand back and they started walking down the hill, carefully stepping over the large crack that spread through the street down to the village. Antonio glanced around curiously as they walked. 

“Who is Jorge?”

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 3: Reunion

“You can let go now.” Bruno squirmed uncomfortably in Pepa’s grasp.

“Ay, but I missed you so much, hermanito.” Pepa squeezed him more tightly. “Can’t I have this moment of joy?”

“Can’t- breathe-“ Bruno gasped out, fighting against Pepa.

“Easy, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s shoulder. “His eyes are starting to pop out of his head.”

Reluctantly, Pepa loosened her grip.

Relieved, Bruno took a deep breath, just as Julieta pounced on him.

“What do all of you have against breathing?” He griped, sinking limply into the hug.

“Brunito, we haven’t seen you in ten years.” Alma said, her eyes misty with tears. “Surely you understand.”

“I do, but you won’t get to see me much longer if you don’t let me breathe!” He finally managed to wriggle out of the hug.

Pepa and Julieta looked at him, hurt.

Bruno sighed. “Alright, come here.” He held his arms open. “Ah, one arm hugs. One arm hugs!” He put up his hands preemptively.

This time, his sisters were gentler with him.

Bruno closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the hug. “It’s good to see you, guys. I missed you.”

“We missed you too.” Suddenly, Pepa pulled away from the hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on us like that again!” She smacked him in the arm.

Wincing, Bruno shook out his arm. “Easy, Pepa. Keep me in one piece.” He covered his mouth with his hand and turned towards Julieta. “I forgot how strong she was.”

Hearing that, Pepa scooped him up in his arms and twirled him around. “Strong enough to pick you up, and don’t you forget it!” Realizing something, she frowned, setting him down on the ground. “Bruno, you’re so light. Have you been eating?”

He shrugged. “I got enough food. Sometimes it was hard to sneak some from the kitchen because someone would always be in there, but I’d get the rats to grab me a few arepas to tide me over.”

“Rats-“ Julieta looked horrified then sighed, smiling contentedly. “It’s over now. You can eat as much as you’d like, and no more rats in my kitchen!”

“What about other animals?” Antonio piped up, eyes shining eagerly.

“Toñito, I think Parce might be bigger than the kitchen,” Félix pointed out with a chuckle.

Everyone laughed.

“Food actually sounds pretty good,” Bruno admitted. “I haven’t eaten since,” he put up a few fingers, counting, “no matter, I’m hungry!”

Camilo’s stomach grumbled in agreement. “Let’s eat!”

“Great idea, Milo.” Julieta nodded approvingly. “I can go get started on dinner.”

“We’ll join you,” Pepa said, joining her side.

Bruno looked between the two warily. “Uh, Pepa’s allowed in the kitchen now?”

Félix shook his head “no” at Bruno but stilled his motion at a glare from Pepa.

Bruno nodded. “So, uh, dinner!” He said brightly. “Let’s go!” He stopped walking when he noticed Camilo examining him through narrowed eyes. “Something wrong, Camilo?”

Camilo gave him a disappointed once over. “You’re so…short,” Camilo pronounced.

Bruno blinked, confused. “Thank you?”

“Camilo!” Pepa whirled on her son. “That’s so rude.”

“You called him short all the time,” Agustín pointed out, becoming the latest victim of her glare.

“That’s different. That’s sibling privilege,” Pepa countered. “Camilo, you can’t say things like that to your tío.”

“Why not? He’s so short.” Camilo blew his bangs out of his eyes. “I thought he’d be like seven feet tall!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, kid. I’m not some kind of boogeyman. Just your regular, everyday tío with a pack of rats at his service.” He bowed with a flourish.

Dolores slid in alongside him. “About the rats…tío, now that you’re finally here…” She trailed off. “Not that you were ever really gone, I could hear you in the walls, you know,” she mentioned proudly as an aside.

Bruno chuckled. “I’m guessing you were the one responsible for the conveniently ‘forgotten’ food left in the kitchen?”

Dolores’ face assumed a guilty expression. “Guilty?” She glanced out of the corner of her eye towards Julieta, who wasn’t paying attention.

Bruno waved off her concern. “Hey, no sweat. You might’ve just saved my life with that, so thank you. So what’s up?”

“Well, since I could hear you in there…” Dolores brushed a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “I heard some of your performances.” Her voice sounded more confident now. “And I am just dying to know what happens with José and María!”

“Oh.” Bruno appeared taken aback.

“Do they end up together? Or does Carmen break them up? What happens next? I need to know!” Dolores squealed, gripping his arm tightly.

“You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?” Bruno shook his head good-naturedly. “Okay, so I don’t have all of it planned out yet, but here’s what I was thinking…”

They walked together as he narrated to her, his words punctuated by excited gasps and squeals.

Eventually, the family meandered inside. The kitchen became a whirlwind of activity, underscored by overlapping conversations. Finally, dinner was ready, and everyone took their places at the table, with Bruno at the head.

Next to him, Alma stood up, raising her glass. “To our family. May we never be separated again.”

Glasses clinked together at the first of many reunited Madrigal family dinners.

[jetrebuche]

Port Antonio, Jamaica (2022) 

[paunchsalazar]

listen lol

[liviusofpella]

season 1 of theodora reminds me of atonement (2007) which makes it all the more gut wrenching soul crushing and heartbreaking

[2kiran]

cw m!reader has a huge dick. pt2.

“it’s- it’s not going to fuckin’ fit!” simon spoke through gritted teeth, gloved hands planted on the wall as he struggles to take all of you in, “yes, it will,” you replied, kissing the back of his neck, “mmg! slow, slow the fuck – ah – down!” he hissed, walls spasming around your thick cock. simon moaned breathlessly, wincing as sweat began to build on his skin. you were taking it slow, thighs burning as you held back the urge to just fuck into him. you rubbed at his sides, grinding ever so slowly inside of him so that he can get used to the wide stretch. “fuck me,” he whispers, almost inaudible, “what?” he huffed in clear annoyance of your question when you knew what he wanted. “i said fuck me you little piece of– shit!” a guttural groan left him, cock jumping as he almost came right there. you thrusted into him, making him take you in deeper. you couldn’t take it anymore, hips retracting before slamming right into his sopping hole.

setting a brutal pace, every thrust made him twitch upwards. his knees were weakening with every movement, and he doesn’t think they’ll work after this. you latched onto a patch of exposed skin, sinking your teeth into the flesh to leave a mark. simon wailed, head ducking as he cried out, “ahngh, i’m– ‘m goin’ to die!” the word was dragged, eyes dazed as he couldn’t focus on anything else besides how he felt so full. it was too much, too too much, but he still wanted more and more and more.

the head of your cock grazed his prostate and his moan was so pornographic, straight out of a video. “i can’t, i can’t, i can’t take it!” he shook his head, but he pushed back against you, “you can, and you are. look at you,” you cooed, licking the fresh mark. “love, you’re destroyin’ m’fucking insides- ah, ah, agh!” you reached around him, tugging at his aching cock. he wailed, feeling tears forming on his waterline, “ehmmgnffh, i c-can’t, you’re too big!” he sniffled, trying to suppress a whimper. simon whined, chest heaving as his knees buckled. “i’m going to– oh fuck, loove,” he cried, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, “mngg! it’s too muuuch!” his grasp on reality was failing on him, as he came with a pathetic cry.

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[heluvaku]

OH BOY NEW IDV TEXT BLOG!! Might I request either Wu Chang or Antonio with a selectively mute reader?? (PLATONIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I DO NOT WISH TO DATE THE IDENTITY V)

𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

A (Separate) Platonic Wu Chang/Violinist x Gender Neutral Reader .

warnings ; none ! only fluff .

authors note ; oh gee , I wonder who this is .. /j anyways this was so cute to receive and I'm really sad I didn't have the time to do it immediately because of SCHOOL .. but here i am !! also this is my first time writing for either of them please don't jump me ;; .... okay okay enough of me read the hcs

𝒲𝓊 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔 | 𝒳𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝒾'𝒶𝓃 + 𝐹𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝓊𝒿𝒾𝓊 .

✦ The most understanding people ever you don't get it at all.

✦ I like to think that both of them are the type of people to be fine with not talking when they're with someone they're close to.

✦ You could be doing a completely different thing from what either one of them is doing in complete silence. But it's bonding time. You two are being buddies and bonding together. If you get what I'm saying.

✦ They're both really attentive. They can tell when you're uncomfortable and have gone mute because of that.

✦ They both have different styles when comforting you. Xie Bi'an is more calm and reserved, and Fan Wujiu is very .. concerned and daunted. All in all they both want to make sure you're okay.

✦ Xie Bi'an is so sweet oh em gaurd.

✦ He would do anything you ask, getting anything you need, giving you space if you wish for it, everything under the sun. It's almost motherly the way he makes sure you're okay.

✦ Once you start talking again, he makes sure you're okay once more. The last thing he wants is for you to get upset and go mute again. god I love him so much ;;

✦ Wujiu on the other hand .. He means well trust him ;;

✦ He's far more clingy than Bi'an. He'll be with you until you're verbal and comfortable again.

✦ He's the same as Bi'an when it comes to getting you things though. He'll get it with urgency too.

✦ Like if you blink twice he'll be gone and back. It's a little scary.

✦ The type of friend to make harsh jokes but get really upset if someone does the same.

✦ He'll like. Spectate you in silence. Unsettling but gives a sense of comfort. for some reason.

✦ In all seriousness, the both of them truly care about you. They just express it in very .. very different ways.

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 | 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 .

✦ Okay. first of all I feel like 'Toni would be such a fun friend to have.

✦ Not only that, he'd be such a caring one aaaaghhh ;;;

✦ A simple gesture towards him about how you're uncomfortable in a situation he'll make an excuse to leave with you.

✦ It takes a little asking questions and head nods for him to realize you're non-verbal, but when he gets to that conclusion he's great comforter.

✦ He'll play songs for you, tell stories about his (sour) losses at the casino, etc. He's amazing.

✦ If you want space, he'll give you space. Just call for him if your verbal again and need something.

✦ Or hit him in the head with a paper airplane. Either way he'll answer.

✦ He'll stare at you dumbfounded if you throw an airplane at him though.

✦ A game or two of charades will have been played before he understands it's a note.

✦ He's an idiot. Just a little. But it's funny so it's okay

✦ But on a serious note, he really doesn't like seeing you upset.

✦ You're one of the closest friends he's had in a while - you're the only person he's had some sort of relationship with in ages, actually.

✦ Because of this , he tries to maintain your happiness and you two's friendship the best he can.

✦ All in all, Antonio is a great friend. Keep him.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

[hypnogogyc]

Volleyball with a unnecessary and excessive use of horrors (to play volleyball better)

[dukeofriven]

So I haven't watched Spy Kids for probably 20 years? It came out in 2001, I never saw in theatres, but my stepbrother had it on VHS. I remember watching it several times when my step-mum and father first started dating but never after they moved into a house together, which I think cannot have been any later than 2003. The podcast How Did This Get Made just got me to watch 2004's Sleepover staring Spy Kids' Alex Vega, and it had me going 'man, I should rewatch Spy Kids, a film I used to love—hell I should watch all the Spy Kids movies because I've only ever seen the first and Robert Rodriguez is a director whose work I want to dive into' and since its 2023, with a little bit of effort I can easily do that. (Also, I always thought, based on a vague knowledge of their similar poster design, that Spy Kids 3D and The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl were the same movie, but apparently not! Also, Sharkboy et al. had a 2021 sequel? That was popular? And is getting its own sequel? Will have to investigate.) Thoughts on the opening ten minutes of my Spy Kids rewatch:

This production logo is so ugly it causes me physical pain. I hate this boy with his Kate Moss arms (Miraculous Ladybug arms, for you youngsters out there), his ugly beanie, and unbearable smirk.

Also, the telecine weave on the production logos is very noticeable, they're bouncing all over the place and it got me idly musing as to when more modern image stabilization techniques simply took that away. Not that we really noticed in 2001 because even with auto-tracking, gate-weave and other playback artifacts were just accepted as a given on your eight hundred pound convex CRT TV with 480 Ps of resolution that output enough radiation to kill grandma with a Jeopardy marathon. Do young people know about VHS tracking, auto or otherwise? Does the above paragraph make any sense to them at all? Do they know the pleasures of laying your hand on a still-warm television screen and having your whole body shiver as the static discharge runs through your unresistant flesh? Kids today with their big pants and their blue-tooth hula-hoops and their fancy PSPs just can't understand.

The opening shot of the movie is so under-exposed (or, more likely, over-exposed and then over-corrected in post) that Rodiguez's 'written and directed' credit is unreadable. You can see its blur to the right of the red 'FILM' there. It's so bad I thought there was something wrong with my copy so I... uh... found a new copy with a larger file size and it turns out that, nope, it actually just looks like that. Even in fancy 1080p this is just a terrible ærial shot. There's some fantastic shots and cuts in this film so to open with such a stinker is bizarre. Was it bad coverage that day, only one good shot in the can, did somebody fuck-up the film in the lab? I am curious.

Carla Gugino is so cute in this movie it's criminal. Not to be a lesbian but oh my god oh my fucking god. 12 year-old me was all about Carmen but adult me just wants 90 straight minutes of Carla Gugino in casualwear wandering around her lovely home smiling coyly. I would buy a BluRay player to own that movie on BluRay. I'd not picked-up that she played the mom on The Haunting of Hill House because she had long styled hair instead of this absolutely flawless textured pixie cut. 10/10, no notes.

I would like to spend an hour talking about the incredible tilework in that bathroom and nothing but the incredible tilework in that bathroom. I will update you if the film has any further shots of the incredible tilework in that bathroom but I fear it does not. As as an aside, kind of furious that this film was not more influential in the field of home decor. Two decades of effing shiplap and cold grey suburban blandness—what if we'd given up on bloated cookie cutter micro-mcmansion shitboxes and instead gone all-in on brightly coloured Andalusian rough plaster and stonework? What if we all had great tilework in our bathrooms, like the kitchen sink in Howl's Moving Castle?

You know what I mean, you depraved tile nerds.

I don't want you to think Antonio Banderas is not also a total smokeshow in this movie. Because boy howdy. He's a goddamn hunk.

There's a four-second long shot of Banderas flicking this ring box along the coping of the Eiffel Tower balustrade, and all I can think of how hard it was to get to get that box to stay in a straight line, how completely frictionless the box must be (did he shellac it?), and if his marriage prospects would have been ruined had it—in all rational likelihood—gone flying off the railing and smashed into the Champs de Mars.

You know you're in for a rollicking good time when the helicopter perfectly slices-off the stone heads of the two statues, but it's the padre giving the benediction while attack choppers go roaring over head that gives you chills.

A particular shout-out to this lovely unnamed bridesmaid on the left here who not only takes 'putting a parachute on the bride' in stride but looks gleeful and fabulous doing it. Where's her movie?

In 2001 we really thought computers were going to be cool and fun instead of machines that sold our personal lives to corporations and gave children crippling anxiety disorders.

Carla Gugino has a track built into the floor so that her vanity-computer chair can slide backwards across the room so she can have face-to-face chats with her husband. From this we learn two things: 1) she does this so often she's automated it for maximum efficiency, and 2) Banderos, in an ordinary desk chair, never attempts (or knows better than to attempt?) the reverse. To be continued?

[madelgard]

Brought to you by the Executor's Officers' Lounge Imperial discord server: 31 days later, and Imptober 2023 has as of November 1st produced 158 works on ao3! Massive shout-out to the writers and artists who contributed!

If you're looking for Imperial-focused work I would direct you to the Imptober 2023 collection here on ao3, featuring all your favorite Imperials aka the "oh that guy had a name?" characters of the Galactic Empire.

Thanks again to all the contributors:

@alex-dax @zeldurz @madelgard @klarionthewizard @owlpartytime @nerdypipsqueak @shakespeareaddict

I would encourage anyone with an interest in Imperial-focused fic to check out the ao3 collection, and be sure to leave feedback if you enjoyed the pieces. There is a great comment guide here by Alex_Dax if you're looking to up your comment game!

[folightening]

@sorvete-de-pacoca You said Alpha Romano and Omega Antonio; it took a few days but here's one idea finished.

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The earthy, sunshine scent that filled his nose, the too bright smile directed at him, and the singing tone of the greeting had all combined to render Romano speechless, staring blankly at the gorgeous creature before him. Left with no other option, he had fled inevitable embarrassment.

That was days ago and now he couldn't get the Omega out of his head.

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Omega best friend of Gilbert and Francis. Which meant he was undoubtedly spoken for regardless of what he smelled like.

Romano sighed and continued inspecting his options and ignoring his drink. He should go home. No one was catching his attention; no one matched him.

But before Romano could leave he smelled it. And like a fool he followed.

There he was, once again accompanied by the French pervert and the German weirdo. Antonio was laughing at something, Gilbert looked pleased with himself, and Francis was entirely too close to Antonio. As was his right but the sight still pissed Romano off.

This was ridiculous. He barely knew Antonio

Who was much too close suddenly, his scent assaulting Romano's attention and scattering his thoughts. He was ensnared in shining grassy sunshine, captured with no desire to leave.

"Do you dance?"

"Not really-sort of. For you sure."

Antonio's smile brightened - how was that possible? - and he grabbed Romano's hand.

He was too close and not close enough. Guiding Romano through the dance with an eagerness Romano could smell. Every move he made was a sensual promise of what could be. A promise of more to come if Romano just grabbed the chance.

"What did you do to me?"

Antonio laughed; "I could ask you the same thing."

So the Omega wanted him too. Knowing he wasn't the only one afflicted after their meeting made everything so much simpler.

It was easy to slide his hands along Antonio's clothed body. To breathe in his intoxicating scent, move into his space so close it bordered indecent. Antonio wasn't his - yet - they had no business being as close as they were. Yet when Romano grabbed his hips and nearly kissed his throat Antonio sighed and leaned into him.

He wanted nothing more than to own the Omega in his arms. He needed Antonio to be his. But that was lust talking; he just needed a night with Antonio to get it out of his system.

"Let's go," Romano demanded in a whisper.

Antonio's answer was to step away with a laugh, grab his hand, and pull him through the crowd. Following him was the easiest thing Romano had ever done.

[junosaccount]

It’s strawberry season! (where I live, but Isabela can grow them anytime.)

Antonio, dear, can you please tell the birds to keep away from my strawberries? The mice and snails, too. Thank you.