#tonight you're eating italian

[changetyre]

Our Special Number II LN4 Ⓢ Ⓦ

Request: Dom Lando Norris (not toxic, just demanding and respectful, a real gentleman) with sub Italian reader, a very long, hot spanking punishment for the reader because of her rebel/bad attitude in their previous fight/discussion (jealous Lando), a lot of dirty talk and teasing, "Yes, Sir", "Please, Sir" "Who do you belong to, princess?" "I am yours, Sir" "Good girl, a very good girl", begging, fingering, eating out (female receiving), overstimulating, pleasing, bend over the kitchen table rough sex, wrists tied using the belt. After sex soft/gentle Lando.

Warnings: ***Smut 18+*** A/N: Not proofread

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It all started with a ridiculous stupid fight. Lando was stressed from all the pressure of the season, trying to get good results, better results than he was now getting annoyed at the fact that his teammate was almost doing better than him after only a few months in the car.

He'd taken it out on you, short-fused as he already was he had come home to an empty house, you had been out with some friends for breakfast and lost track of time, and trying to drive home during traffic you got home later than you intended.

You got home and Lando was in a pissy mood not even saying hello to you or looking at you when you approached him at the kitchen counter where he was having some food he'd ordered despite the fact you'd left him some food in the fridge.

"Lando?" You called your boyfriend who was acting like a child.

He dropped his fork annoyed. "What?" He finally looked up at you his expression bare.

"Can you please stop being rude and talk to me I said I was sorry I didn't mean to get home this late." You tried to be patient with him since you were aware his anxiety and stress got the best of him at times and he found it hard to control his moods when this happened.

"I don't want to talk." He replied in a monotone voice as he picked up his fork and food and went to lock himself in his sim room.

You huffed deciding to give him space as you cleaned up the kitchen and tried to distract yourself from the anger that wanted to creep in from the fact that your boyfriend hadn't even touched you after 2 weeks away.

You were putting away the dishes when your phone buzzed. You picked it up and saw a text from Max.

Max V: I tried texting Lando but he's not answering

Max V: Kelly, Martin, me and a few others are going out to the club tonight wanna come?

You: He's in a mood

You: But I'll be there

You didn't hesitate to reply as you knew either Lando would snap out of his mood and join you at the club or you could piss him off as he stayed to mope while you were at the club and he'd snap out of it after, it was a win-win in your eyes.

You walked to your bedroom to get ready, getting into your more skimpy attire hoping this would be enough to at least get your boyfriend's attention.

"Where are you going?" You tried to hide your smirk at hearing your boyfriend's surprised tone at the bedroom door.

"Out with Max, Martin, Kelly, and some others." You replied not bothering to turn to face him as you continued putting on your heels on the living room couch.

"You can't go, not wearing that if I'm not going. Why didn't you tell me?" He started approaching you but you got up and walked to the kitchen where your purse waited for you on the counter.

"Hmm, I thought you didn't want to talk." You shrugged still not turning to face him.

"You're not going baby." His tone was more demanding this time sending shivers down your spine.

You finally got up grabbed your purse and turned to face him. "I am, and I'm sure Martin will take care of me." You teased knowing this would hit a nerve as before you started dating Lando Martin had tried asking you out.

Your breath hitched as Lando wrapped a hand around the curve of your back pressing you against him while with his other hand, he began sliding his palm up your body until he wrapped it around your throat putting slight pressure.

"You want my attention, hm?" He whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe from your neck up to your ear before biting your lobe softly.

Your breath shuddered. And this was enough to get you weak in his arms, always willing to submit under his control. "Yes." Your voice was shaky.

"Yes, what baby?" He aggressively kissed your neck knowing he was leaving marks and his other hand squeezed your ass hard and his fingers explored the slit between your cheeks.

"Yes Sir." You dropped your purse as your hands came to hold onto him. Any plans you had of going out and getting back at him were clearly out the window now as you felt the warmth pool between your legs.

"Good girl." He whispered now his mouth finding yours as he kissed you slopily, dominantly shoving his tongue in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks getting you to open your mouth before spitting and getting you to swallow.

"Please, Sir." You begged Lando to touch you, to do anything to relieve some of the painful aches that had enveloped your body.

"Look at my pretty girl begging after she tried to get back at me." He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist before he placed you on the kitchen counter. Your body filled with goosebumps at feeling the cold contrast on the bare skin of your ass. "Who do you belong to Princess, huh?" He settled between your legs.

"Lando please." You begged weakly again as he began kissing your chest, pulling the fabric aside you could feel his breath on your hard nipple.

"Answer me" He pulled away teasing you.

"You. I'm yours, Sir." You could almost cry from the desperation in your body.

"mhmm." Lando moaned happily with your answer as he finally licked your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it.

You sighed finding a small ounce of relief from this but it didn't last long. You felt Lando grab your hands which were tangled in his curls and pulled them behind your back.

You didn't know when or how but he had removed his belt and he was now using it to tie your wrists behind your back. "I need to teach you a lesson, my sweet girl." he smiled as he noticed your surprised face.

Once your wrists were secured, Lando picked you up again getting you off the counter before turning you around and bending you over. You could feel the warm spot where you previously sat on your nipples.

"What a beautiful dress baby...just for me." He stroked your ass over top of the small fabric that covered it.

"Just for me right baby?" He asked his tone serious once more.

You felt a warm sting on your ass as Lando's hand had struck down on it.

"Yes Sir, just for you." Your breath was shaky.

"That's right pretty girl just for me." He slapped your ass again making you jump on his lap.

He moved the fabric aside, your ass in clear view only a small piece of lingerie between him and what he really wanted now. He smiled at the wetness he could see seep through the string.

"Can Martin make you this wet? huh?" you moaned at feeling Lando's fingers press against your core roughly and hearing his jealous tone.

"No Sir, only you." You cried, you needed him so desperately.

Another slap.

"Count them out for me baby." He instructed you before landing another slap to your ass.

"1." You whimpered feeling the sting at ease.

Smack.

"2." It felt so painfully good.

And another.

"3." It was almost over which you were glad about but you also never wanted this to end.

"Our special number baby." Slap. Lando said as he smacked your cheeks.

"4." You sighed in satisfaction at the last slap.

"Good Girl, very good girl." he didn't hesitate to pull the tiny fabric aside and didn't give you a warning before he pushed his fingers inside of you.

Lando's hand stayed firm on your back while he fingered you keeping you in place as you squirmed under his touch, he curled, twisted, and turned his fingers in any direction he desired.

He didn't have to finger you for long before you'd reached your first orgasm squirting over his fingers.

"How gorgeous," he smirked pleased with the results licking his fingers clean before finally allowing you to turn around picking you up and getting you up on the counter again.

In one swift move, Lando untied the belt releasing your hands before pushing you as you now laid back onto the counter.

It happened so fast you could only scream in pleasure as Lando's mouth now attacked your pussy. He shoved his tongue in your pussy showing no mercy as he tried to get you to reach your second orgasm in record time.

Your legs were shaking and your fingers came to grip Lando's curls once more as you screamed in pleasure, your body was on fire and you were so close but it felt like so much you both pushed and pulled Lando's head away and towards you.

And it only took a few seconds before you were cumming on Lando's tongue again.

He pulled away and you saw the wetness around his mouth which he didn't bother to wipe before he was stripping his pants off.

"Please..." You cried but you weren't sure what you were begging for, you wanted more but it didn't seem physically possible as you'd turned to putty on the kitchen counter, your limbs feeling heavier than they ever had.

"Our special number baby," Lando smirked as he hooked his arms under your legs pulling your legs right at the edge of the counter before entering you quickly and roughly.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you almost choked on your own spit as Lando began to pound into you mercilessly, you cried in pleasure feeling Lando's length spread you open and hearing his hips slap your ass in quick succession.

"Augh please....please." You cried gripping his wrist tightly but again you had no idea what you were begging for.

Lando loved the way you looked so fucked out, overstimulated, your mascara running, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He'd never fucked you out like this but in addition to the stress the thought of having you walk around showing so much of your skin that was only meant for him had driven him crazy and he was taking it out on you.

Your mind was in a daze and you had no idea how long he'd fucked you for before you had squirted around his cock but he didn't stop there.

"Lan pleasee....I can't-" You whimpered trying to push his hands away but your limbs were so weak it was futile.

Just like the beginning, it was painfully good, something you'd never felt before just feeling like you couldn't carry on but knowing you needed to come undone again.

"Just one more baby, one more." Lando sighed as he kept fucking into you chasing his own high.

He was close and he wanted you to cum with him as he began flicking your clit with his hand.

You squirmed on the counter shaking and shuddering under his touch and it felt like an explosion in your body once you'd reached your high once more.

Your skin felt extremely sensitive as you could feel Lando spilling into you. He pulled out with made your pussy twitch around his dick almost as if clawing at it to stay inside.

"Well done baby," Lando whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

He disappeared for a few seconds before he was back beside you wiping you clean with a clean and fresh kitchen towel which you knew you'd have to replace later.

He helped you sit up letting your weight fall onto him as he lifted up a glass of water to your lips. You finished it in only a few gulps.

"Thank you." You whispered hugging Lando and tucking your head into his neck.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough baby. I love you." Lando kissed your cheek.

"I love you too...and It's okay, I liked it." You giggled. "But I don't think I'll be able to walk for a few hours.

It was Lando's turn to giggle this time. "Let me take care of you, baby." Lando picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around him once more as he walked you both to the shower placing soft kisses on your cheek and hair throughout.

[sturniolo-fall-enthusiast]

Meet the Parents

Request: Hii🩷 can you maybe make like a fic where reader is matt’s girlfriend and friends with the triplets and after like a few months of dating Matt she meets their parents in Boston and she’s like nervous and stuff and they all try to calm her down and their parents and other brother end up loving her

The triplets are going to visit Boston for a little bit and Matt invited his girlfriend of five months, the girl immediately accepting the invitation. The general idea of meeting the rest of Matt's family and seeing where he grew up was amazing at first, but now that they're about to leave, she has nothing but anxiety coursing through her.

"What if your parents totally hate me? What if they think I'm not good enough and you deserve much better?" Y/N rants off any question that comes to mind.

"They won't think that." Matt insists. "I've talked about you countless times and my mom already loves you."

"So your dad might hate me." Y/N says.

"He doesn't hate you either." Matt says. "Stop psyching yourself out, sweetheart. I know you're nervous, but it'll go great. I promise." He kisses her on the forehead.

"We're back!" They hear Nick yell out, the other two triplets having gotten an Uber to go pick up some food for the group, Matt needing to stay and pack.

"Come on." Matt grabs her hands, pulling her to her feet. He leads her out as she continues to wrack with nerves.

"I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight. I could totally embarrass myself and they'll hate me forever." Y/N whines.

"Baby..." Matt tries.

"What are you talking about?" Chris frowns.

"Y/N's nervous about meeting mom and dad." Matt says. "Despite me assuring her that it'll all be okay."

"They've been looking forward to meeting you." Nick says. "Mom will probably be attached to your hip all day asking questions and gushing over you." He laughs.

"Yeah, they ask about you whenever Matt talks to them." Chris says.

"What about Justin? He could totally hate me. You're his little brother, it may not--"

"Justin will be fine." Chris promises.

"Long as you and Matt are happy, that'll probably be all they need to be happy." Nick says, his brothers nodding in agreement.

"It'll be okay." Matt promises, cupping his girlfriend's face. "And if you're too nervous, I'm right there the whole time. I promise." He pecks her on the lips.

"Can you guys save that for later so we're not throwing up during our meal?" Chris pleads.

"Shut up, Chris." Matt rolls his eyes.

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They're at the airport in Boston, waiting on the boys' parents. Y/N barely got sleep and has been anxious the whole day, Matt doing his best to calm her nerves by making her focus on things other than meeting his family.

Matt grabs onto Y/N's hand, intertwining their fingers and gently squeezing.

"They'll love you." Matt assures.

"Hey, there they are." Chris points. "Oh, Justin came." He smiles.

Y/N stands back, watching with a soft smile as the boys reunite with their parents and older brother.

Her smile falters for a moment when the attention is turned to her and Matt quickly wraps his arm around her waist, gently squeezing her hip in reassurance.

"Mom, dad, Justin, this is Y/N." Matt introduces, a grin full of love directed to his girlfriend.

"Hi, sweetheart. It's so nice to meet you." Mary Lou immediately greets her with open arms, pulling the girl into a hug.

"Hi." Y/N softly replies, gently hugging the woman back.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Jimmy smiles, giving her a quick hug.

"Hey, nice to meet you." Justin gives her a small wave, Y/N returning it with her own wave.

"Nice to meet you guys, too." Y/N smiles.

"Oh, we've heard so much about you. I can't wait to learn more." Mary Lou smiles. "Come on, let's get you guys something to eat and get home."

"Sweet." Chris excitedly whispers at the idea of eating.

"Y/N, what food do you like? We can go out somewhere." Jimmy offers.

"Oh, uh... I-I'm okay with wherever." Y/N smiles.

"She loves Italian food the most." Nick speaks up.

"Ooh, perfect! There's a really good place we all enjoy, you can try it." Mary Lou grins.

"Can't wait." Y/N nervously smiles, reaching for Matt's hand.

"All right, let's go, boys." Mary Lou urges.

"See? Not so bad." Matt quietly says.

"It's only the first five minutes. I could still totally fuck up." Y/N insists.

"You won't. It'll be amazing, promise." Matt tells her, kissing her cheek.

After lunch, Y/N's anxiety had finally started to dwindle after spending time with the triplets' family and being able to converse with the three just as easily as she can with the boys.

[raphael-angele]

Big Three Kids Moment

Only the Greek Big Three Kids

Nico, crying, running towards Thalia: THALIAAAA!

Thalia: Nico, what's wrong?!

Percy, running towards them: Nico!

Nico: *hides behind Thalia*

Percy: Nico, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!

Nico: YES, YOU DID!

Thalia: What in Hades happened?!?!? *whispers to Percy* Start explaining, Seaweed Brain. I'm dead to Bianca if I can't explain this to her.

Percy: We got into a fight. I said something in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean it! Nico, I'm sorry!

Nico: *cries*

Thalia: Nico, *kneels down to him* What did Percy say?

Nico: He said I was acting like a straight white man.

Thalia: GASSSPS *hugs Nico tightly* Percy, how DARE you?!?!

Percy: I swear I didn't mean it. I just got caught up in the moment!

Nico: I'M NOT A STRAIGHT WHITE MAN! I'M A GAY ITALIAN BOI!

Thalia: Yes, you are. *to Percy* You know I have to tell Bianca.

Percy: Please don't.

Thalia: Percy, her troop comes back tonight. What am I gonna tell her if she sees him crying?

Percy: THALIA, I'M BEGGING YOU!

Thalia: I have to. But I'll do you a favor and soften the blow. I can't guarantee you what punishment she'll give you then.

Percy: I'll take what I can get.

Thalia: What did she do last time?

Percy: She made me eat a bowl of seaweed.

Thalia: Doesn't sound so bad

Percy: Raw.

Thalia: *shivers* What do you think she'll do this time?

Percy: There's no telling. We'll have to wait.

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Bianca, carrying Nico: He WHAT?!?!?!

Thalia: Yeah...

Percy: ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE! I instantly apologized and made it up to him.

Bianca:

Percy: So...no big deal

Bianca: Percy, you made him cry to the point where he had to go to Thalia for comfort. If it wasn't a big deal, he wouldn't have run away from you and wouldn't have hid from you.

Percy: *ashamed*

Thalia: So, what are you gonna do?

Bianca: *sighs* I'll take your word for it and believe that you only said it in the heat of the moment. But you will not go unpunished

Thalia: Sooo...

Bianca: Nothing too severe. Since you hurt Nico with words, so should you be.

Percy: So you're gonna...insult me?

Bianca: Worse. I'm going to make you question your life.

Percy: Uh...

Bianca: *steps towards him* You know blueberries aren't really blue, right?

Percy: ( Ŏ艸Ŏ)

Thalia: (｢ ⊙Д⊙)｢

Percy: Say that's a lie.

Bianca: It's not.

Percy: Bianca. Say. That's. A. Lie!

Bianca, turning away and walking towards the Hades Cabin: Go ask Annabeth. She'll confirm it.

Percy: (⚆ᗝ⚆)

Thalia, pats his shoulder: Sorry, pal

Percy: ...ANNABETH! ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ

[pantherxrogers]

Are You In? - Luca x Reader x Carmy (eventually) 18+ ONLY Pt. 1

Content warnings: explicit language, smut (18+ only), male masturbation, a hint of voyeurism (reader watches Carmy), eventual threesome

Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Luca and deeply in love with him. But, Carmy comes to Copenhagen and crashes at their shared flat. When she catches him in the act, why can't she get the image out of her mind?

A/N: SURPRISEEEE! :P Part 1 of the (eventual) Reader/Luca/Carmy threesome! Honestly, I might have to make this more than three parts. We'll see how I feel. The full threesome doesn't happen in this chapter (probably not in the next either). We've got a bit of a slow-burn on our hands, which I usually don't write. Let's see how it plays out, lmao!

The sound of breaking glass jolts you awake. Your heart's racing before you take in the familiar surroundings. Stretched out on the couch, Real Housewives reruns play on the large TV in the center of the family room. One of the women just threw a drink across the table, starting a cat fight. You chuckle to yourself, watching as the rest of the scene plays out.

The show actually wakes you up a little bit. As they plan a dinner party, you ponder what you all will eat tonight. Glancing down at your frayed tank top and sweats, you're definitely not getting out to grab groceries. Takeout it is.

Sending off a quick text to Luca, you ask him about Italian food for dinner. He agrees quickly. You figure you'll go ask Carmy if he'll be eating with you guys tonight.

He's visiting you and Luca at your flat in Copenhagen, having flown out to get some inspiration for his own restaurant. As far as houseguests go, he's nearly perfect. He cleans up after himself and always offers to help you guys out around the house.

Slinking off the couch, you head down the hallway towards Carmy's room. When you arrive at his door, it's slightly cracked. There's a possibility that he left to try some restaurants while you were napping, but it can't hurt to peek in really quick. Boy, were you wrong.

It's an erotic sight, and you can't tear your eyes away. Airpods rest in his ears, lewd moans leaking from them.

Carmy's soft groans fill the air. He stands over the bed. One knee propped up on the mattress, while he pumps his aching cock. He's only wearing a pair of black boxers, pulled down just enough for him to stroke himself.

His head is thrown back, showing the veins running along the column of his neck. A thin gold necklace rests there, and a brief image of it dangling in your face passes through your mind.

His tattooed bicep flexes with every pump of his shaft. He strokes himself from base to tip, precum oozing out. When he reaches the tip, he squeezes the sensitive skin, bucking into his own hand.

"Shit," he moans out, clearly in his own world. He uses his other hand to cup his sack, pushing himself closer to the edge.

"Fuuuuuuck," he groans, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Teasing himself, he runs a hand down his abs and back up to tug on his nipple. A light layer of sweat covers his skin. It resembles oil, highlighting the definition of each muscle. The sight goes straight to your clit, causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

Carmy pauses, bending down to push his boxers towards his ankles. He kneels on the the mattress, haphazardly reaching for a pillow. You watch in shock as he bucks into the pillow, working his cock into the cool fabric, desperate for a release.

He's biting his bottom lip, humping the pillow like a starved man. Finding a steady rhythm, his toned thighs tense with every stroke. You can't help but imagine if this is what he would look like while he pounds into you. His strokes are deep and drawn out, making you even wetter.

He pauses his hips, resting back on his heels. Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he spits into his rough palm. You audibly gasp, prompting Carmy's to blue eyes cut into your own.

"Fuck!" he shouts, scrambling to cover himself with the pillow. He quickly stands, reaching down to pull up the plain boxers, unsuccessfully concealing his hard-on.

"I'm so sorry!" You blurt out, too shocked to do anything else. You're looking anywhere but at him, blood rushing in your ears. The only sound is the rustle of fabric as Carmy digs around for something to cover his body.

"I-, I swear I didn't know. I came to ask you if you wanted Italian for dinner tonight," you ramble, ringing your hands as you try to think of a plausible excuse for your behavior.

Rapidly nodding his head, Carmy pulls a t-shirt over his body, radiating just as much nervous energy as you.

"Yeah, yeah, Italian is fine," he stammers out. His cheeks are bright red and it carries down to his neck, made even more obvious by the black t-shirt he's pulled on.

"Shit, Carm, I'm so sorry. I totally shouldn't have barged in like that" you cry out, feeling the tears well up in your eyes.

"No, it's fine, I swear. I should've locked the door," he replies, cheeks still flaming. He's across the room now, digging through the drawers for some pants to throw on.

"No, this is totally on me. I'm sorry, again," you tell him before turning away to hide in your bedroom.

What the fuck just happened?

Is all you can think to yourself as you sit on the large bed in the center of the room you share with Luca. The reminder causes more guilt to well up in your stomach. You love Luca with all your heart and can't imagine a life without him.

Then, why did the image of Carmy jerking off cause you to change your panties?

"Ugh, fuck," you grumble, plopping down onto the soft duvet. Staring up at the ceiling, you know there's only one thing that might make you feel better. You're reaching for your phone before you can think better off it. Of course, he picks up on the first ring.

"Hey Luca," you sigh out, toying with one of your dark curls.

"Hey love, what's up?" You can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, likely heading towards the walk-in freezer for privacy.

"I'm so embarrased right now." Your voice breaks, an embarrassed tear running down your cheek. The reality of the moment is sinking in, and the sound of Luca's voice is only making you feel more guilty.

"Woah, woah, what's happened?" His voice is steady and calm, trying to keep the panic out of his tone. He's worried, but he doesn't want to overwhelm you when your emotions are running so high.

"I-, I walked in on Carmy," you whisper, the blood rushing back up to your cheeks. Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you feel like you've just announced it to the world.

The line is quiet for a while, before you're met with a low chuckle.

"Are you laughing right now?" The way your voice has risen three octaves, only makes Luca laugh harder.

"Shit, I'm sorry love," he chokes out, in between bouts of laughter. His reaction actually makes you feel a little better. You nibble on your lip to stop small smile that's forming.

"How are you so amused right now?!"

"How are you not?!" He's nearly hysterical at this point, causing a giggle to slip through your lips.

"Luca, c'mon, be serious," you whine out, fighting back your own laughter. You hear him taking deep breaths, trying to reign himself back in.

"Sorry, love, I hear you. Go ahead," he answers, but you can still hear the smile in his voice. You groan playfully, but continue.

"I swear it was a total accident. I was going to ask him about dinner, but the door was kinda cracked, so I thought it'd be okay for me to come in," you explain, giving him the full run down.

By the time you're recounted the events, he's fully calmed down, knowing you need some reassurance right now.

"Babe, it was an honest mistake. I'm sure Carmy isn't going to hold it against you," he soothes. His deep voice washes over you, slowing down the rapid beating of your heart.

"I don't want him to feel uncomfortable. He's our guest. I totally violated his privacy."

"I know, love, I know. If it makes you feel better, we can all sit down tonight and talk about it, hmm?" Luca suggests, knowing that you'll all feel better if you can address the elephant in the room.

You're nodding your head before you remember that he can't hear you.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," you agree, happy to have reached a solution. You feel relaxed now, grateful to have a boyfriend who understands you so well.

"Good, how are you feeling now?"

"Hmm, I'm better now," you answer honestly, relaxing further into the duvet.

"I'm glad. You sound better," he replies. He feels your own relief in his chest, glad to have been able to talk you off the edge. You two exchange a little bit of small talk, before you wrap up the call.

"I love you. I'll let you get back to work now."

"I love you too, babe. See you in a couple hours," he hums, blowing a kiss into the speaker. Your heart skips at the gesture, blowing a kiss back to him, before you end the call.

You're staring up at the ceiling, with a dopey smile on your face. Luca always knows the perfect thing to say, and you can't wait to see him when he gets home. A quick thought cuts into your head, disturbing your short-lived peace.

Why do I feel excited about facing Carmy again?

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[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore pt 2

richie jerimovich x reader

warnings: age gap, cheating (eventually) (guys it's for the plot i swear), drugs mentioned, swearing.

as requested here is part two!! thank u for the support cuties <3

"hands, fuckers! i need hands table 13, someone come on!" richie's voice echos through the bustling kitchen. it was a busy saturday night, the kitchen was in the weeds, and the restaurant was full as shit. the chicago bears were playing the packers tonight which meant men, drunk men, who would camp out the entire game sitting at the bar or at a table ordering one meal for the whole night. while your apron was stained and you hadn't reapplied lipgloss in the last three hours, you took a quick peak in the mirror and concluded you still looked good enough for that 20% tip. your cheeks were flushed from running around the restaurant getting beer refills and pitchers for nearly every damn table. you should've called off, honestly.

"I got hands!" you came up behind richie. he passed you the plates with a rag beneath them, "here wouldn't want you to burn yourself, sweetheart". you smiled at him, something about richie made your stomach drop in a way that made you feel guilty. every time he spoke to you, it churned your stomach. you knew it was wrong, the whole 'older man' ordeal, you knew that you should probably feel disgusted at his little remarks towards you. but if anything, that was the cherry on top. you walk out the kitchen, feeling his eyes burning into your back. tina smacks richie's shoulder, "staring at that girl like you wanna eat her" she scoffs disapprovingly. he smirks, eyes trailing you.

"alright guys i have the italian beef sandwich, fries on the side?" you ask the men in front of you wearing their grey bear jerseys, setting it down on the table. "they got you on the side too?" one of the guys snickers, shoving his elbow into his buddy. you fake a sweet laugh, "depends, there's an upcharge for me", anything for that tip. glancing up at the clock, "two more hours to go," you sigh. and for the next two hours, the game finishes up and people start slowly leaving the restaurant. you get those who linger, collecting their betting pool winnings or reaping their loses at the bar. you start getting ready to cash out, calculating your earnings for the day when richie creeps up behind you. "how'd you do today, doll?" referring to your tips racking up on the screen, "guess" you look over your shoulder at him. his face is glowing with a sheen of sweat, rag draped over his shoulder, chain having fallen beneath his shirt, he looked good. "a girl like you? i'm gonna say you made 200 tonight." "try 350," he peers over your shoulder, he lets out a whistle and you can feel his breath blow past your ear. "they like you out here huh?" you turn around to completely face him, his face merely inches away "why wouldn't they?" he chuckles at your response. "god you've got a mouth on you" you notice his eyes pan over you, his response makes you go red. you can only feign confident for so long, his words strike you somewhere deep inside. he notices your flushed state, smiles, and makes his way back to the kitchen. when the doors close behind him you realize you've been holding your breath.

you make your way to the office to check out with carmen, "how did you do today, y/n?" he's seated in his office chair, legs spread and obviously tired. "really good, i'm really liking it here, chef. thank you for the opportunity to work here" you smile hands behind your back, "that's good to hear, you let me know if anyone gives you any type of trouble alright? including fucking cousin over there." you laugh, "trust me, everyone's been really welcoming". once you're done cashing out, you take your purse and head out. outside you find yourself two lingering drunks from the game, "where are you heading to so fast? hold on," one of the guys approaches you, you roll your eyes and continue making your way down the sidewalk. "hey, i'm fucking talking you, you too good to respond or something" you can smell the alcohol coming from his breath as he comes up to tug on your wrist. "fuck off, don't touch me!" you shrug his wrist off, "is there a fucking problem here or something?" you hear richie's scruff voice behind you. before he gets to say anything else the guy backs away from you, you turn around to see richie lifting his white shirt just above his stomach to reveal his gun. the sight gives you that familiar feeling, you almost feel a shiver down your spine. "cause I don't think we would want any problems, right?" he gets closer to you, putting a finger through your belt loop to secure you. "you're right man, we're good, we're good." the guys shuffle away almost tripping over their feet. richie tugs on your belt loop, turning you to face him, "you okay, sweetheart? what are you doing walking home at this hour, do you want to get fucking taken by some jagoff?" he put his shirt back down, covering his gun. you stay a bit stunned, "let me give you a ride, come on." you grab his wrist lightly, "thank you, richie, fuck. um fuck..." you grip your hair, about to follow him to his car you see headlights behind you. "shit um... thank you for the offer, and for helping richie. i was just already waiting on-" you hesitate catching his eye as he looks off to the car pulling over in the distance. "I was waiting on my boyfriend." you peer behind you to see him behind the wheel, he usually picks you up from work. richie nods, smirking almost "your uh boyfriend shouldn't make his girl wait for him like that, especially at night. have a good night, doll" he rubs his chin, turns and makes his way to his car. you sigh, questioning your own moment of hesitation before saying 'boyfriend'. you stare at the silhouette of his tall stature walk away, envisioning the cold gun that rests between his jeans and his stomach and bite down on your lip.

"how was work, babe?"

[levispersonalslave]

He tapped the fragile shell of the egg against the edge of the bowl, humming a small Italian love song to himself as he cracked it into the large bowl. His bangs held back by a pink clip that he had 'borrowed' from his oh so generous fiancé. He didn't bother keeping quiet, as he knew you would be sulking in the corner of your shared bedroom after the argument. His ego wouldn't let him apologize to you just yet, so you'd have to settle for the cooking he was currently making. Cookies. His mother's recipe.

One hand holding the pan with the other kneading the dough, he glanced at the closed bedroom door. He rolled his eyes, wondering when you'll finally decide to come out just to sass him again. He didn't mind, he liked your attitude.

What he didn't like, however, was how you had decided to go ahead and flirt with some other guy, just to spite him. He squeezed the dough in his fist tightly at the thought. You shouldn't be with any man other than him. Only he deserved to be yours. No one else.

He kept those feelings to himself, however, refusing to cause any problem of sorts with the love of his life.

He rolled the dough and sliced it into a few small pieces, all while thinking about you and that man you had decided to try and 'seduce'. He hadn't gotten the chance to be alone with that man, as much as he had wanted to show him why you were his and his alone. Why did that bastard get to make you laugh like that?

“He shouldn't have even gotten the privilege to live on the same ground as you do,” Levi thought to himself as he scooped a bit of cookie dough into the palm of his hand.

He had been quiet for most of the fight, watching you and your attitude that he usually handled so well. But he couldn't, not this time. How could he? When his mind kept wandering back to the image of you touching that bastard over and over again? He had half a mind to put you in your place tonight, although he pushed that thought away for the time being. He wouldn't let himself get carried away. He was angry, but he still cared about you enough to not go too far. He hadn't yelled at you during the fight, he had just been scolding and rambling on and on about why you shouldn't have let that guy touch you. Are you crazy?! He remembered himself saying.

You had to be. You knew all too well what happens when you manage to get him angry.

His hands absentmindedly shaped the dough into little balls, his thoughts already preoccupied by you. He was quickly finished with the food, letting it bake as he watched it with a blank expression. He was simply standing there, wearing a black apron, staring at the food as it cooked. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of irritation. It wasn't like him to get jealous easily, but he couldn't help it this time. He let a small sigh leave his lips, turning to plate the readied sweet dish.

He left it on the dining table, not bothering to call you. He knew you wouldn't come if he called you anyway, but he also knew you'd come out eventually. You'd get hungry and sneak out of the room to find something you could eat. The corners of his lips curled up ever-so-slightly at the thought.

He turned and left to the living room, sitting down on the couch where he had made himself a cup of tea and his favorite book. He waited patiently, knowing you'd come out anytime now, until he finally heard the bedroom door creak open. He didn't spare you a glance as you reluctantly took the plate of cookies. You looked at him with a scowl, “You think I can't cook for myself?”

He easily ignored you, sipping his tea as his gaze remained fixated on the passage he was reading with a calm expression on his face. This wasn't the first time he had ignored your mere existence.

“Wow, you're ignoring me too now?” You retorted, rolling your eyes when he stayed silent. He wordlessly glanced up at you, taking a long, taunting sip of his tea, just to make you mad. His plan worked, as you began to reprimand him angrily. He simply watched you, calmly sipping his tea with one hand while the other held his book.

“Are you done now?” He spoke nonchalantly once you finished.

“No--” You began, before he quickly raised his hand for silence, cutting you off. He snapped his book shut, set the cup of tea on the coffee table, and gestured for you to come closer. Reluctantly, you did.

“Closer,” He spoke in a demanding tone. His finger gesturing you closer.

The moment you stepped within reach, he grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his lap. You let out a gasp at his sudden act. You looked at him with your hands resting on his shoulders. His large hands held your waist, keeping you in place as he pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips. He pulled back after a moment.

He looked at you solemnly, though his eyes held a hidden warmth, “Will you behave now?”

Seeing your nod, his lips curved up into a smile. “Good girl. C'mere, angel.” He gently grabbed your face with one hand and pulled you in, planting a passionate kiss against your lips.

Once he pulled away, he ran his long, slender fingers through your hair, enjoying the feeling of the strands between his fingers. He smiled softly at you, pecking your lips once again. He held you close to him, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand guided your head to his chest and letting you rest against him.

He kissed your forehead, murmuring softly against your skin, “He can't kiss you like this, can he? Only I can. Remember that, yeah? I love you, angel.”

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[obexes]

CATALYSIS

PT. II

R.C x READER • R.G x READER

Warnings: Smut, Self-Sabatoging Reader, Manipulation, Small Amount Of Dub-Con (Fucking Rafe), Underaged Drinking, fingering

A/N: The next part will be longer, and this might end up being 10 parts bc the plot, oh I'm gonna let it cook. I tried to get this out ASAP, while juggling too much other shit. My mental health is sickly, so enjoy my degenerate fantasies. Feedback is so appreciated and encouraging y'all :)

Word Count: 7.5 K

Sundays were always your favourite thing about your parents being home. The smell of Italian sausage and carbonara had summoned you from your room to the living room, where your family sits spread out around the large room, with their dinner plates.

When you and Nicky were kids, your Mom would lose it if she caught you guys on the eggshell coloured living room carpet with anything darker than water. Ever since Henley and Patton were old enough to eat on their own, your dad has enforced mandatory family time, which was simply eating dinner while watching a movie together on Sundays.

To be fair, despite all the travelling, they tried really hard to be home every Sunday. You took your spot at the coffee table and picked up the only unoccupied plate.

“I’m feeling Marvel tonight.” Nicky commented, twirling his fork around in his pasta. “Or maybe Disney?”

“Turning Red!” “Inside out!” Your younger brothers both called out simultaneously. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle a chuckle as your mom warily eyes the excited kids, or more accurately, the food balanced on their laps. She’s hopeless, you think freely.

“I’m thinking we should watch Euphoria. Bring some real world problems into this oasis.” you comment, earning a look from your Mom as well. Your older brother's idiot laugh doesn't go unnoticed.

Your Dad raises his wine glass to his lips. “I don't feel like having a stroke at 39. Peter Pan and Wendy it is.” Despite the child-like film, you all cheer as he hits play. Finally you start to dig into the meal your Mom, with the help of little Patton, made.

After you all finish eating, your dad pauses the film. You and Nicky carry the dishes to the dishwasher, load and start it, before making your way back to the living room. Your parents are curled up together and you take the spot on the other side of your dad, while he wraps an arm around you, the boys pile up on the mountain of blankets covering the floor.

As he plays the movie, you find your mind wandering to last night. To what you did in the hot tub at Tanneyhill. To Rafe fucking Cameron. Part of you felt guilty about messing with Roman’ s cousin and lying to your Mom, but the other part of you was burning. Burning to feel his hands on you again, burning to feel that intense pleasure over and over, and burning to know more. And then there was an even smaller part that wanted to know what such an intimate thing would feel like with Roman.

Even though you were still pissed at him for a number of reasons. You never made it back to Rafe’s room last night.

⊱✿⊰

“You're sleeping in my room tonight, gorgeous girl.”

You giggle quietly as he opens the back door and carries you the few steps across the kitchen, to plop you down on the island. “Want some water or something?”

You swing your legs back and forth, feeling the effects of the alcohol you'd been consuming since you got here. “Yes, please.” You turn your head momentarily towards the doorway as you hear light footsteps upstairs. You brush it off, enjoying your inebriated break from everyone else in the world but the man who just made you cum on his lap.

Rafe grabs two waters and comes back to stand between your legs. He moved nervously, you noted. He looked at you, like really looked at you, as he handed you a water bottle. “You okay? How are you feeling after... well- after everything tonight?”

“I'm good, Rafe. I had.. fun.” You reassure him with a small smile, unsure how to phrase it but wanting to reassure him. Which is still more than Roman bothered to do for you.

He gives you his signature panty dropping, schoolboy smirk. His tone is still nervous, however. “So it was okay? I mean, that it was me?” He slides his hands up your thighs coming to rest them on your hips. You could feel a flush of heat creeping up from where he’d just touched your thighs making its way all the way to your cheeks.

“Yes, Rafe.” You manage to say. His touch is intoxicating, his eyes captivating. You find your arms wrapping around his neck, hands burying themselves in his soft, dark blonde hair. “It was better than okay.”

He leans in to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips before leaning back slightly and catching your eye. You tug him towards you and his lips meet yours devotedly. He pulls you closer to the edge, your bodies meeting again, chest to chest. He bites your swollen bottom lip and separates from you only to tilt his head and kiss you even deeper.

His hands move to grip the sides of your ass and you whine against his lips, causing him to grip you harder. Still chasing the feeling he gave you outside, you push your crotch against his as best as you can from your place on the counter.

“Y/N.” He keens,”I'm never gonna get enough of you.” Rafe buries his face in your neck, leaving warm and wet kisses, leaving his hands to grope your sides.

Lost in the lust washing over you, you both hear the telltale pad of multiple pairs of feet, too late.

“Oh shit” A giggle. “Dude!” Disgust.

“What the fuck?” Anger.

Your head whips over to see three shocked teens standing at the entrance of the kitchen with varying reactions. Rafe slowly lifts his head but doesnt look away from you. Your mouth opens and closes, floundering for words. You look between the three and Rafe as you push him away and jump off of the counter.

Nicky and Mia are slowly starting to snicker, but Roman is just staring at you with disbelieving eyes. The other girl is nowhere to be seen.

“Okay, now this. This makes more sense.” Nicky laughs, referring to this morning when your parents caught you and Roman in your bed, asleep.

“Looks like you have a date to midsummers now, Y/N.” Mia comments with a raised brow.

You remain frozen, aside from your bottom lip wobbling and you biting it in a second attempt to keep your tears at bay tonight. How many times can one girl be humiliated in a day? You don't even want to look back at Romans face.

Rafe eyes your wobbly lip and reaches for you, tugging your hand into his. “Hey, wanna go to sleep now?”

“What the fuck is this? What's happening right now?” You look up from your entwined hands, at Romans dubious tone.

“Roman-”

“Come outside, Y/N.” He walks past you both, through the doors you just entered from, ignoring Mia calling his name on the way out.

You inhale a deep shaky breath. Your brother casts Mia a clueless, questioning glance, which she ignores as she's focused on examining you and Rafe. “I should...” You trail off as Rafe squeezes your hand softly, meeting his eyes.

“Its okay. I'll talk to him later, yeah?” He places a quick peck to your head.

“Y/N, what's going on? I feel like I'm missing something.” Your brother comments quizzically.

Rafe moves to usher them out of the kitchen, “Later , man.” You hear him mutter quietly to Nicky, who meets your gaze one more time before turning back to the den area. Mia lingers a second as you squeeze and shake your hands out, nervously.

“He’s never gonna get it together. Not for you, princess. Listen to Rafe, maybe that way you can stop stepping on people's toes and you won't get hurt.” Mia says the words quietly, but her tone of voice makes it clear that it's a threat. She smiles at you and follows in the direction of two older boys, while you do your best to ignore her and choke down all of the unpleasant feelings building up and make your way to the patio doors.

When you open the door, you immediately see Roman sitting on the porch swing with his head back, looking up at the sky with his usual pout. He doesn't move, or say anything so you walk over to him and sit down. Anxiety wracks your body, as you prepare to inevitably have an uncomfortable encounter with the bipolar boy you called your best friend.

You risk a glance at him and are alarmed to see moisture pooling in his eyes, “Roman.” You whisper. “Hey, I-”

“What was that?” He sits up and turns to face you.”Just- what the hell was that?”

Your eyes widen a little at the intensity of his behaviour. He takes one of your hands in his and looks at you expectantly. “Was that just you guys being dumb, or was that -” He stutters for a second and then takes a deep breath. “Or was that something more?”

“I dont know.” The truth, you were too drunk to decipher your current feelings toward Rafe.

“What?” He scoffs. “I just caught you making out with my cousin,Y/N, and youre saying you don't know why?” He drops your hand, and faces forward, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Your eyes narrow at him. He was the one who'd failed to verbally recognize the fact that something definitely happened between you two. He's been avoiding it hardcore for the past month or so.

“No, Roman, I don't. Besides, you didn't catch me doing anything.” You snap. “The word ‘catch’ implies that i’m in trouble, and I can do whatever I fucking want, technically. Nobody else seems to give a damn about my feelings.” You run your hands through your messy hair. Maybe you shouldn't have thrown that in his face but at the moment, he was pissing drunk you off.

The lanky boy looks at you with ferocity lurking beneath his incredulous expression. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Use your fucking context clues.” You cuss back.

He just stares at you as you attempt to avoid looking him in the eyes. For a second it seems like he's going to finally acknowledge the kiss you shared, weeks ago. You see the recognition in his features for a fraction of a second before he’s up, pacing. “You're ridiculous. Seriously, if you think Rafe is gonna commit to you, or treat you well for that matter.”

Your mouth falls open in shock when you hear Rafes name come out of Romans mouth. He didn't just blatantly deflect the topic of conversation, did he? Bastard.

“Jesus, have you lost your mind? You know what kind of person he is, Y/N. I thought you were smarter than that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he spews his bullshit.

You take his dramatic, silent irritation as an invitation to add fuel to the fire, fed up with his week-long diversions from the underlying issue in your friendship. “Yeah, well, at least he didn't kiss me and then pretend it never happened.” You stand up and cross your arms defiantly.

Roman sighs a deep, shaky breath of air. “Y/N... Jesus. You really wanna do this, huh?” You look up, toeing the area of grass you'd just been staring at. His face, his eyes, his whole demeanour are pleading with you to stop. “It was my first kiss, Roman.”

He shuts his eyes for a second and you watch as his breathing becomes a little heavier. When he opens them, he starts toward your teary eyed figure but you step back and he stops in his tracks. “Y/N, i'm so sorry. I didn't know that.”

You nod, tears spilling over your waterline and cascading down your cheek into the ground. Where you wish you could disappear. You ignore the pain in your heart. You ignore the way this feels like a friendship ending argument. You ignore his own tears as they begin to meet yours in the soil.

“I know.” You sniffle, you didn't want to punish him. You don't even know what you want from this conversation. This isn't a good idea, you're drunk. You can't ignore the wave of anxiety that hits you, completely out of nowhere. “I just can't do this, Rome.”

You start to back up, but he follows you. “Do what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and uncross your arms to instead wrap them around yourself. After a breath, you open them. Roman looks regretful. “Do what,Y/N?”

Be your friend, Is what you wanted to say.

“I can't see you right now.” Is what you say.

You turn around before he has time to see your face completely crumble. Panic, anxiety, and heart ache all fight for dominance over the sob working its way up your throat. You swallow it down and go find Nicky. You wouldn't be staying in Rafes room tonight.

⊱✿⊰

By the end of the movie, your two youngest siblings are asleep. With Olivia having every Sunday off, you and Nicky fold up the blankets quietly talking about the film. Meanwhile, your Parents had each carried a sibling to bed to be tucked in. You grab a stack of blankets and carry them into the hall to put away in the linen closet. When you come back to the living room, your Mom is refilling your parents wine glasses, preparing to watch another movie with your Dad.

Nicky makes eye contact with you and widens his eyes slightly, insinuating something up.

“Ah, the gangs all here. Good. Sit.” Your Dad walks into the den and clasps his hands quietly.

You and Nicky both sit down on a loveseat near the front door and exchange a look. Your parents only do these little meetings to drop big news.

“So, nothing major but Wednesday night you're both expected to be home early for dinner. We're having guests over and there's a surprise involved.”

Nicky groans,”Mom, please. If you're pregnant again, I'm getting emancipated.”

You scoff out a laugh at your brother's blatant statement, before covering it up as a cough when you get a look from your Mom.

“Dominique.” Your father deadpans. “If your mom is pregnant, I’ll take you all and run. It isn't that.”

Your mom downs her wine. “This is why they don't have respect, Joseph.”

Your Dad gives her a warm grin and wraps her up under his arm. “Like I said, just be home early for dinner. Understood?”

You and Nicky ultimately agree without too much prying for details. After bidding your Parents goodnight, you both make your way upstairs. Your brother stops at your door as you enter your room and leans against the doorframe. “So....” He trails off and you roll your eyes as you search through your dresser for a large Tshirt, settling on one that Roman left here.

“Yes, Nicky?”

“What happened last night? I saw you mackin’ on Rafe but why was Roman so mad?” He walks further into your room and plops on your bed.

“Nicky!” You whine, batting at him with the t-shirt in your hands. “Get the hell off my blankets, you went outside in that outfit!”

It's Nicky's turn to roll his eyes at your rules, as he dramatically rolls off of your bed onto a pile of laundry on the floor, stretching out like a starfish. “Whatever. So what happened? I noticed that you stayed at the house all day. And kinda have been for a while.” He adds.

You let out a dramatic sigh of despair and slide down your dresser so that you're sitting facing your bed. “I’m so dumb, Nicky. I think I fucked up.”

He sits up on his elbows, facing you. “Wait, what? What's the matter?”

You contemplate telling him everything for a moment. What's the worst that could happen? Then you think back to the last time you asked yourself that question, and any ideas of total honesty dissipate. “I don't know...” and then, you remember. “What did you mean when you said that me and Rafe made sense?”

He sits up all the way and musses his hair. “I don't know, I was drunk, Y/N. I guess I always just assumed you’d rebel against Mom and Dad. Rafe would make sense for that. More sense than your childhood best friend.”

"Me and Rafe are friends, too.” You point out, although you know it's not the same.

“Not like you and Roman.”

You contemplate this quietly. Nicky comes over to where you're sitting and plants himself beside you.

“Listen sis, I don't know what the hell is going on, but you can tell me if I need to kick someone's ass. I won't ask questions.”

You shake your head sadly. ”It's not like that. I just did a dumb thing and now I have to live with it.”

Your older brother stands up and ruffles your hair. “Well, that's nothing new, is it? Goodnight Y/N/N.”

“Goodnight, Nicky.”

He shuts your door and you change into your shirt before turning on your fan and hopping in bed.

After about 15 minutes of staring at your ceiling, trying to make sense of your feelings, you were over it. You were agonising over whether or not to check your phone for a text from Roman and beating yourself up over what happened with Rafe. You flip over and grab the TV remote. Deciding to listen to something scary, you settle on a rerun of the Paranormal Activity films and turn back over, letting the TV lull you to sleep.

Not 10 minutes later, when you're almost out like a light, does your phone begin ringing quietly on the nightstand. You register the noise and flail under the covers, frustratedly. You snatch your phone up and accept the call, barely registering the name on the screen.

“What?” You almost growl.

“Wow, hello to you too, beautiful.” Rafe’s deep voice rings through the speaker.

“Do not disturb means do not disturb, not call twice, Rafe.” You can't help your tone, your anxiety keeps you up most nights, and you were so close to ending the night on a good note, moments before.

“I'm sorry, I’d take any option that guaranteed your attention.” He laughs.” Did I wake you up?”

“Yes actually.” You sigh, readjusting your covers from the flail. “Did you need something?” “Can I come over?”

“Seriously, Rafe? Its-” You pull your phone away from your cheek and look at the time, faltering.

“Only 9 P.M.? Exactly.” You can hear his smug face over the phone. “So?”

You feel queasy at the thought of seeing Rafe, despite being so explicit with him the night before. It felt like a betrayal to Roman in a way because you two hadn’t spoken since the fight last night where he expressed his disapproval of Rafe and you together. Although a small part of you doesn't care about his opinion, after his blatant disregard for your feelings.

“I don't think that's a great idea, Rafe, my parents are awake downstairs.” You try.

He’s quiet for a second, and then there's an incoming facetime from him. You answer the call and you see Rafe sitting up, shirtless, against his headboard. He has to fight his smile, seeing you laying on your side, hair cascading around your shoulder like a waterfall of curls.

“Is it because of last night?”

You mentally smack yourself for answering a call where he can see your face. Rafe always knew when you were lying. When you guys were 12 and 13, you covered for him when he broke one of Wards Golf awards and he figured out that you had a tell. You couldn't make eye contact.

“W-what?”

“The real reason you don't want to see me.” He says in a bored tone. “Is it because of Roman?”

“No.” You roll your eyes.

“Dont lie to me, Y/N.” The dominant tone he's taking right now has you rethinking your previous statements.

“Fine, yeah. It Is, Rafe.” Pulling the covers up to your chin. “He’s one of my best friends, and you're his cousin. It feels weird that things are like this. I can't stop thinking about that stupid fight.”

You hear shuffling on Rafe’s end and then the sound of keys.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm comin over.” You start to protest but he cuts you off. “I'm gonna take your mind off of it.”

He ends the call and you're left staring at the screen dumbfounded. Now that he’s ended the call, you see a whole slew of texts and missed calls from John B and Kie, and even JJ asking you to join in on the boat day they had today. Nothing from Roman. He was usually always the first to cave after an argument, seeking you out almost every time. The lack of contact, admittedly worried you.

You sigh, sitting up in bed now. There are so many questions swirling around in your head. What was Roman thinking about? Was he still angry with you? What was Rafe thinking about? Was he going to try something? How were you supposed to hide yet another boy in your room without invoking your Mothers anger? More importantly though, how did you look right now?

You spring up and run to the ensuite bathroom. Your hair, once pinned up with a claw clip, now falls loosely around you with flyaway curlies everywhere and you wore only Roman’s T Shirt and a pair of boy short panties as makeshift PJs. You pull your clip out and stare at the excess tendrils of hair falling around you, trying to finger comb them down.

“Is it even worth it, for real?” You ask yourself as you eye the brush that would no doubt make your situation worse. Deciding that, no, it isn't worth it, you grab your mouthwash and gargle a mouthful before spitting it out, rinsing your mouth, and washing your face.

Back in your room, you realise how hot and stuffy it is. You unlock the balcony doors that face the ocean, so that Rafe can get inside. Then you pad across the floor and unlatch your bedroom window, going to open it for the breeze but nearly screaming out loud as it's pushed open, seconds later. “Ahh!”

Rafes hand shoots out to cover your mouth as he precariously balances himself between your windowsill and the branch he's perched on. He gives you an exasperated look. “Jesus, I literally live 5 minutes away. Move.”

You clutch your chest and take a step back just as he pushes off of the branch and pulls himself through the window. “Why didn't you just climb onto the balcony, you could've fallen.” You comment as he steadies himself.

Rafe examines your face, stepping closer. “Your Mom had all the trees near it cut down, remember?”

You’d forgotten about that. As soon as you turned 15 your Mom had to escape-proof your room because of an incident involving a party, a week prior. Which included cutting down the trees near your balcony and removing the garden trellis that crept up right beside it, leaving only an old oak tree beside the window that was across from your bedroom door. “Oh, right.”

You back up and sit on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you. Rafe pushes his hair off of his forehead as he takes a seat. The sound of the movie playing is all that can be heard as you both quietly observe each other. He looks really good in his simple blue tee and basketball shorts, and you can't help the natural, girly giddiness you feel.

“You look really pretty.” he starts.

Letting out a small laugh, “Shut up. I look like I was about to go to sleep. You look good though.” You go to smack his chest playfully, but he catches your hand.

“You're still the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart flutters a little at his words, but you quell it and withdraw your hand slowly. One thing Rafe and his cousin had in common was their notoriety as two of the island's biggest playboys. “Don't say things you don't mean, Rafe.”

Rafe smiles at you knowingly, yet you don't know why. “Remember when we were like...” He thinks about it. “I was 9 and you were 8. We were playing hide and seek with a bunch of other kids at Olivia’s garden party?” He questions.

You remember. You’d gotten locked into the old outdoor cellar, while trying to use it as a hiding spot. You'd been locked in for what felt like hours as you plotted a way out, the music and ongoing party drowning out your cries. As a kid you remember thinking you’d be down there forever, You nod, telling Rafe to go on.

“You had all the other kids going crazy, we all thought you’d gotten kidnapped but we were too scared to tell anyone.” He chuckles at the memory. “But then you walked around the side of the house covered in dirt and I remember being so happy to see you. Even though you were crying and looked like a mess, running for your parents. You were the prettiest girl to me then. You're still that same girl, now.”

You make a face, scrunching your nose. “Why is my near death experience such a significant memory for you? I could've died, digging that little tunnel under the door.”

“But you didn't.” He laughs, ruffling your hair. “Jesus, you suck at accepting compliments.”

“Yeah, well, you kinda suck at giving them.” You smack his hands away, smoothing your mussed hair. His eyes shoot to your bare legs as your T-shirt rides up. Then they flick up to scrutinise the shirt itself and you wonder if he’ll mention anything about its owner.

Instead he tugs at the hem of it with a sudden mischievous glint in his eyes. “Anything under here?”

You blush. “Rafe, shut up.” You weren't expecting Rafe to be here right now in the first place. In fact, you'd tried to avoid it. Just because you guys got drunk and fooled around didn't mean you suddenly were into Rafe. That's just what teenagers do, right? Yeah, he may look like a god and he always smells good but you didnt wanna risk your friendship with him or Roman further.

“Make me.”

His fingers slip past the hem, teasing their way up your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you stop breathing. But when his fingers brush too close to your clothed pussy, you snatch at his wrist and he looks up at your face, fingers frozen over your core.

“Rafe, what do you want?”

“Honestly?” You nod, matching his heavy eye contact.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby. ” He inches his face closer to yours, while you slowly start to forget why you stopped him. “Right now I really want to make you cum on my fingers.” He only breaks eye contact as he presses his lips against yours roughly. You loosen your grip on his wrist, your inhibitions melting at his actions.

He takes the opportunity to press his thumb against your clit, eliciting a soft whine into his mouth. Your breaths mingle together, hearts beginning to race in sync with the electric tension that's filling the air.

Rafe cradles your face gently in one hand, fingertips tracing the delicate lines of your jaw as your tongues swirl against each other. His warm touch causes a shiver to go down your spine and he smirks into the kiss. You feel his heartbeat against your chest as he lowers you onto the bed, his fingers stroking you over your panties.

“Rafe,” You coo against his soft lips. “Keep touching me there.”

“Yeah, Princess? Like this?” Rafe drags his thumb around your clit in circles, increasing the pressure. Your hips grind involuntarily towards his hand as you nod, a moan escaping your lips.

“Shhh, be quiet.” He presses another short kiss to your lips, letting go of your face to yank your shirt up to your belly and focus his gaze on his handiwork.

Rafe continues to tease you, your panties preventing you from feeling his skin. He looks up at you, watching your reaction as he ghosts his fingers over your entrance again. You were suddenly filled with a longing for something more - an indefinable desire that was rooted in your core, and it made you shiver with pleasure.

Rafe smiles smugly as he watches you, his gaze tender yet smouldering. He leans forward and kisses you, your mouths exploring each other with an intensity that takes your breath away. With each kiss, your concerns about Roman faded away, replaced by something new and exciting and unbearably sweet.

When he finally pulls away, Rafe drags his hand away from your pussy to brush lightly against your hips, tracing a gentle line along the curve of your waist. You shiver again, skin prickling with pleasure as he moves his hands lower.

To your surprise his fingers lace between yours, and he gently tugs you towards him. “Do you want me to keep touching you, baby?” You nod desperately, extremely flushed. “Can you keep quiet?”

You nod again and before you can protest his fingers are in your panties. He teases you slowly, and his breathing becomes heavier. You're lost in a world of sensation as his thumb finds your clit again, beginning to create blissful, swirling patterns.

His fingers slowly trail lower, to your entrance, and you can feel your body responding to his touch, almost dripping over his fingers. Your skin is alive with a pleasure you've never felt before.

Rafe groans while you throw your head back as he begins pushing his index and middle fingers inside of you, the stretching sensation too intense for you to take it. You grab at his forearm as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, the heat from his touch making you moan.

”W-ait.” You attempt to push his arm away but he holds you in place with his free arm, his pace becoming more insistent. The painful stretch begins to fade into something much more pleasurable.

“Let me make you feel good,Y/N.”

Rafe moves his fingers at a quick pace, repeatedly stroking against your G-spot until you're a whining, moaning mess. As you begin to feel yourself nearing an orgasm, you silently beg him to stop before you could release, as if that would make this any better. Rafe, however, seemed to be enjoying your reaction and continued his assault, his fingers sliding deeper and faster.

You felt your entire body ignite with a pleasure that was both overwhelming and exquisite. Your hands find his shirt and you ball it up in your fists, feeling yourself release, squirting on his hand and your covers. You’re screaming muffled profanities into Rafes palm as your orgasm finally engulfs you. Your body goes limp with relief, your breathing ragged as you lie there, trembling.

Rafe withdraws his fingers and sits up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You lay there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the pleasure you had just experienced. As you slowly sit up, fixing your panties, Rafe's smirk widens.

"That was quite the experience, hmm?" he says in a smug voice.

You could feel your cheeks flush and you quickly look away, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. Rafe leans closer and puts his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. "Hey, It's okay," he says softly. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just glad I made you feel that good. That was fun right?"

You nodded, your face still flushed with embarrassment. You look away again, not wanting to meet his gaze. ‘It's just that... I didn't expect it to feel that way. I'm kind of overwhelmed. Sorry if that sounds stupid.”

Rafe pulls you into his chest and wraps an arm around you. “It doesn't sound stupid. I get it, I've never seen a girl squirt before, either. I'm sorry if that was too much.”

You roll your eyes, as he can't see you, at his boyish thoughts. "It's fine, Rafe.” You pull away from Rafes hug and stare at your carpet awkwardly. Sensing your hesitance he looks away from you nonchalantly, “You tired?”

Seeing the question as an out, you meet his eyes and nod, feeling the atmosphere in the room change. His smile is small, disappointed. “I'll see you tomorrow then? Or Wednesday?” You furrow your eyebrows. “The dinner that your parents are hosting..?”

You remember your Dads statement earlier, the dinner and the surprise. “Oh, okay yeah. You're coming?”

“Yeah, So are Olivia and Roman.” Rafe replies as he stands up, wiping his cum covered hands on his shorts. You internally cringe at how awkward this interaction is turning out to be. It's your fault, you have to fucking ruin everything. You nod your head as if you aren't mentally cursing yourself out. “But hey, Y/N?”

You meet his expectant stare. “Yeah?”

He kisses your forehead before backing towards your window, smirking as he opens it once again. “I took your mind off of it, didn't I?” And with that he's gone.

⊱✿⊰

He did not, in fact, take your mind off of it.

Two hours later, you're still awake, staring at your ceiling fan trying to drown out the negative thoughts eating you alive. You had a tendency to overthink, and with that came anxiety. The best remedy for your anxiety was alcohol, which not only did you not have access too at the moment, but it also caused you to make dumb bitch decisions, occasionally. You couldn't help but crave it anyways.

You felt incredibly guilty and even ashamed that you let things go that far with Rafe, especially given the fact that he didn't seem to be concerned about your actual feelings about it.

As the minutes go by and sleep evades you, you give up rolling over to pick up your silenced phone. You have a slew of unanswered notifications but one name immediately catches your attention. Sitting up in bed you click on the notification, fast as shit.

45 Minutes Ago

Romeo: Jelli bbeen

Romeo: com to our beecfh

Rome: Plz im srory

Fuck, I'm a horrible person, you instantly hit the call button, knowing that he’s drunk off of his ass. When the call goes to voicemail straight away, you hop out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and crocs, slipping quietly out of your room determined to go make sure he's okay.

You pause at the top of the stairs, listening for the sound of your parents, when you hear nothing you creep down the carpeted stairs slowly.

FInally reaching the back door, you slide it open as quietly as you can and creep outside. Shutting it behind you, you turn around to walk towards Romans house when you spot a figure, down on the beach, near your family's dock.

You curse under your breath and hurry towards the figure. As you near, you can clearly see Romans broad torso hunched over, one arm laying on his knee holding a bottle of Jack and the other stuck in his extremely messy hair.

“Rome.” You call softly so as not to startle him.

He raises his head slightly, back to you, but doesn't move otherwise. “Jellybean?”

“Yeah... it's me, what's going on Roman?” You put a hand on his shoulder, sitting down beside him. “What are you doing sitting out here? It's almost Midnight.”

Roman looks at you in a mixture of melancholy and clear intoxication. His lips twitch into a slight frown, as if he is going to cry, but only momentarily, before he takes a shot and hands you the bottle. You take it, gratefully. “I needed to see you, talk to you.” He’s slurring, dangerously. ”I really fucking hate what happened yesterday.”

Before you reply you take a shot too, and sigh. “Which part?”

“All of it. I really fucking hated it all, guppy.” He turns towards you, his demeanor slightly more defeated than a minute ago. He was naturally a manic person, but when he was drunk, he went from tough guy to busting out every pet name in the book in hopes of being babied. “Seeing Rafe touch you, seeing you like it.... us fighting.”

Your eyes widen, slightly. “What does that even mean, Roman?

Roman stares at you with his sad green eyes, dejectedly. “I want to fix it. I fucked up and I want to fix it.” He taps the bottle in your hand and you hold eye contact as you take another drink, passing it to him afterwards, him doing the same.

“It's not entirely your fault, Roman.” You let your eyes fall to the sand between you. You hated lying, but you didn't know what was going on in his head and telling him about Rafe being in your room, less than 3 hours ago, would possibly just serve to make him more upset. “I shouldn't have kissed Rafe.” You omit the part about you grinding and cumming on his dick, for Romans sake.

He grabs your hand in his and pulls you to scoot closer, you do. “Ya’guys only kissed cuz’ I never talked to you about us.” he says. “M’ sorry if I hurt you baby. I love you, Y/N. I really fucking love you.” He cups your face, dragging his thumbs across your cheeks.

You hold your breath, deja vu from a few weeks ago hits you square in the chest. This is exactly how he kissed you the first time. You've wanted to hear those words from him for weeks, hoping that he was secretly in love with you too, not while he was this heavily inebriated, however.

You gently grab his hands and squeeze them, lowering them so they are between you both. “Maybe we should talk about this in the morning, bubba?”

Roman's lip starts trembling, barely noticeable, at the nickname. “Y/N, no. You deserve an explanation, please let me explain.” He whines. “I do love you. It wasn't about you.” He looks at your joined hands for a moment before placing a kiss on your knuckles and peering hesitantly up into your eyes.

You couldn't help but want to hear him out. Your heart constricts as he begins speaking in a pained voice. “It's my Mom, Y/N. Shes fucking insane. Do you remember, 9th grade, I was with Allie Mcentyre?”

You nod, pensively. You'd been friends with Allie that year, because she was dating Roman, before she abruptly cut you off. Roman seemed not to care, so you didn't either. “Yeah before she ditched us.”

He grimaces. “She didn't ditch us, Y/N.” You furrow your eyebrows in question. “She was the first girl I ever brought around Mom, and the entire fucking time, she gaslit and- and lied an' manipulated both of us." Roman pauses as he hiccups, and gathers his words. "She would text her cryptic shit from my phone and then delete it so that it seemed like her angry texts were random, she’d tell her that she wasn't good enough for me and me the same. Allie told me she didnt want to see me anymore after my mom told her mom that I’d been having sex with multiple girls at a time.” He chuckles. “I was still a fucking virgin. She just wanted to ruin what I had. I realized she’s only going to let me be with someone that she chooses for me.”

“Roman...” Your mouth opens and shuts while you process your next words. “Im so fucking sorry, that I didnt know about that. That's literally insane.”

Roman chuckles drily, you pull him into a bone crushing hug. “It's okay, I didn't tell you.”

You squeeze him and pull away. "I shouldve been there for you, I'm sorry."

Roman shakes his head, placing a hand back on your cheek, thumb resuming its soft, delicate strokes. “No. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve the way I treated you. I love you, jellybean, please don't be mad at me.”

You gently press your palm against his hand but this time you don’t remove it. “I could never stay mad at you, Roman. I love you too.” How could you ever be angry with this side of him? Nobody ever gets to see this side but you. The whiskey stupor you were beginning to feel caused you to zero in on the tall boy beside you.

His lazy, responsive smile is so boyish and sweet, it makes you buzz with desire, and briefly you recall wondering what it would feel like to do what you did with Rafe, with Roman instead. They are different in more ways than they were similar. Roman is hard and broken, but his pure heart radiates through the cracks, whereas Rafe was a tried and true asshole, though you had to confess you didn't know him as well as you knew the boy in front of you.

“Y/N?” Roman bites his lip and a slight frown forms between his brows as he glances down at your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

In lieu of answering, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull him to you, desperately connecting your lips. You caught Roman off guard but he quickly grabs ahold of your waist in his free hand, managing to hastily pull you onto his lap.

As your mouths slowly move together, a warm electrifying feeling spreads through you, time seems to slow down, allowing you to focus solely on his lips and the emotions they were making you feel. His hands find yours, intertwining them with his, solidifying the bond you two were experiencing.

You couldn't help but think about the way Rafe kissed you earlier, only in that his kiss was much less intimate, yet more hungry and physically intense. WIth Roman, it was a slow dance of tongues and lips meshing that made you soaked for him in a completely different way. You purposely rolled your hips over his and he groans, squeezing your joined hands. You break the kiss and lean back slightly, admiring the boy who has your heart.

“Hmm, baby?” His lips look a delicious, puffy red and his eyes are half lidded, he looks so sexy right now. Before you could help it, you’re grinding your pussy against his member again, both of you letting out satisfied moans at the friction. “Y/N, shit. What are you doing to me?”

The whiskey in your system has your body acting on its own, out of sexual frustration from the months of built up tension between you two, desperate to explore it with him. You just let his cousin finger fuck you. Fuck, two shots wouldn't be enough.

You pick up the bottle of Jack Daniels, resigned to the choices you were about to make, and downed two or three shots. You force yourself to ignore the burn, and Romans drunk, questioning gaze as you tipped his chin and poured some into his mouth. He shakes his head with a grimace, swallowing down the shitty tasting alcohol.

Without wasting a beat, you begin peppering kisses along his neck, and he lets out a spur of dirty, drunken noises from the back of his throat.

“Does that feel good?” You can't help but tease your clit along his clothed erection again, body moving intoxicatedly of its own free will, chasing the friction his shorts provided, as he struggles to answer and resigns to nodding. You move your mouth up to his ear, sucking softly on it before whispering, “Roman, I want you so bad, want you to fuck me.”

“Wh-” Instantly his hands are on your hips, pushing you slightly back. “Jellybean, what?” He seems almost instantly sobered as he examines your features. "I thought you were a virgin?” You flush at your own obviousness, feeling it even over the warmth of the alcohol coursing through you.

“Well... I mean, I am. But, I want you to be the first.” You grip onto the bottom of his shirt, glancing down, doing your best not to appear as the tipsy, desperate slut you feel like.

Roman sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a second, squeezing your hips gently. “Y/N, I dont know about you, but Im really fucked up right now.” You nod, still not looking up but he lowers his head, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I want it to be good for you. I want it to be special, not like this, pretty girl.”

Your eyes begin to well up quickly, in humility at the perceived rejection and you look out at the ocean, wiping at your tears before they can fall. “I'm sorry, Rome, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry.”

“Love, you aren't stupid. Believe me when I say I want this as bad as you.” Roman shocks you when he removes your hand, that's clutching his shirt, to place it on his hard length. “This is what you fucking do to me, baby. And when the time is right, I won't just be the first, I'll be the last too.” He gives you a lopsided smirk and a delicate kiss on the lips.

You offer him a small smile in response, he was being such sweetheart and you felt horrible. At the forefront of your clouded brain, you were desperate to replace Rafe's touch with Roman's as if it would erase your prior actions, but you shove it to the back, focusing on his reassurance. "Is that a promise?"

“Of course, it is. I know I've been so wrapped up in my own head, trying to keep everything...normal, but I don't want to do that anymore.” He pulls you close again and rests his forehead against yours. “I want this, baby. I want you.”

No, no, no. Roman, dont. Not right now. The guilt is going to crush you. You look down. “Will you be my girlfriend?” His hopeful eyes await yours.

You're quiet for a beat too long before you slowly look back into his expectant face. “I can't, Roman... my Dad. You know how he is.” It's bullshit, but he doesn't know it. Yeah your dad would have an aneurysm but you didn't care in the slightest. You had to make sure that Rafe wouldn't say anything about what you guys did, and break things off with him first, before you made an even bigger mess. Roman was wasted, he might not even remember this in the morning.

Romans face falls a bit at your words. He just promised to endure his mothers psychopathy for you and you wouldn't even return the favour? You hate the look that flashes across his face and hurry to reassure him. “I'll talk to him, okay? After dinner on Wednesday.”

He nods somberly, “Yeah, okay. If you want to.”

You grab his face and plant a kiss on his pouty lips. “I do, Romeo, don't worry. And I promise, I will.”

He laughs at that, loving the nickname. You made many mistakes, but you wouldn't let this be one of them. The feelings that the boy under you made you feel, compared to absolutely nothing else. At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

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I wonder if Jack still wears his retainers. Since he said he wears them at night in that one video of what he eats in a day. Imagine Jack sleeping right next to you and when he gets turned on, he whispers “you look so shexy” with a lisp trying to sound all seductive. But the both of you start busting out laughing 😂

Is there any way you can write about this? 😭

"What do you want for dinner? I can place a Door Dash order on my way home." You could hear the roar of Jack's car engine in the background. You pinned your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you finished packing up your overnight bag. "I was thinking sushi?" You giggled at Jack's immediate groan at our suggestion. "So no to sushi, then?"

"How about I surprise you?". Jack was leaving the studio after being there all day, and he was exhausted. You could hear him yawn. "Jack, if you're tired, we can do this tomorrow. Promise I won't be upset."

"No, I want to see you. You don't know how badly I want to see you, babe." Jack interjected, and you could hear the urgency in his voice. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies at his words. "Ok, see you soon." You hung up and got back to getting ready.

Your relationship with Jack was still really fresh, and between your apprehension about moving too fast with someone you really cared about and his busy schedule, tonight was only one of the handful of times you were spending the night at his place since you'd gotten together.

You really wanted this night to be special, so you took your time choosing your sexiest lingerie set that you knew would make him weak in the knees, spending hours on your hair and makeup.

Jack gave you a key to his place for emergencies, and when you got to his place he still wasn't home, so you let yourself in. Lou Lou greeted you at the door, letting out little barks of excitement. You let her out to go potty before moving to make his place as romantic as possible: dimming the lights, and lighting a couple of candles he had around his apartment, pouring a glass of wine for you and some sparkling water for Jack.

He arrived shortly after you, his hands full of takeout from an Italian place you both loved. "Babe, are you here?" He squinted into the darkened room, unable to see well in the dim light without his glasses. "Why are all of the lights off?", he mumbled as he flipped a switch on in the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. "Baby, where are you?" He swept his puppy into his arms as he headed to his bedroom.

"Woah", Jack's mouth fell open as he saw you laying out on his bed, a delicate lace bra and panties barely covering your body. "Damn, baby. You look-", he let out a whistle that made you giggle. "C'mere." You invited him onto the bed, shifting up toward the headboard.

Jack let Lou Lou out of his arms before jumping on the bed, a sly grin on his face. He pulled you on top of him, cupping your face as he crashed his lips with yours, the kiss passionate and messy. "I missed you so much", you mumbled at against his mouth, feeling his large hands on your lower back. "Mhm, me too." Jack yawned, hiding his face in your hair as you latched onto his neck, gently sucking on his skin. You heard his breaths slow, but ignored it, lost in the moment.

"Jack", you tried to shift your body weight as he draped his arms over you, pulling your weight on top of him. "Jack, baby, let me go." No response. "Jack." You started to hear small snores coming from your boyfriend, and as you pushed away from him, you could see that Jack was fully asleep.

You sat back on your haunches, a scowl on your face. "Jack! Wake up", you slapped him on the chest, startling him awake. "What? What? I'm up." He raked his hands down his face before looking at you. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm awake. Where were we?" He tried to pull you back into his body, but you playfully slapped his hands away. "You can barely keep your eyes open. Besides, the moment is ruined."

"I'm sorry. I've just been running on fumes lately." Jack could tell you were disappointed, but his schedule had him going non-stop and this was the first time in a while he'd had a second to rest. You patted his chest, laying down next to him, cuddling into his side. "It's alright. I've had a long week too." You allowed your eyes to close, feeling Jack's chest rise and fall underneath your cheek. You were almost starting to drift off to sleep when you heard Jack's stomach rumble.

"I forgot about the food." Jack let out a low chuckle, his voice groggy. You sat up, lifting yourself off the bed. "How about we get in our pajamas and eat in bed while we watch a movie?" Jack sat up, stroking at his jawline, his eyelids heavy. "Are you sure? I hate that I messed up our night." You planted a knee in the bed, reaching over to him to give a quick kiss on the lips. You gave him a sweet smile, pushing the curls out of his face. "Yes, I'm sure."

Jack changed into a hoodie and sweatpants and went to the kitchen to plate the food. You were in bed when he returned, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweats, flipping through the Netflix options. "Gossip Girl?" He asked with a chuckle, as he handed you your pasta. "If you don't mind." You shrugged. Jack sat down next to you, digging into his food. "I need to know what happens with Chuck and Blair anyway", he mumbled out with a mouthful.

After you both ate, it wasn't long before Jack was falling asleep again, his head rested on your chest as you played with his curls and watched a few more episodes. You couldn't help but be happy as the two of you laid there. It wasn't exactly how you expected the evening to go, but the night you had almost felt more intimate and brought you closer than sex ever would.

As the credits rolled for the episode, you carefully got out of bed, trying your best not to disturb Jack, so you could go brush your teeth and take off your makeup. You caught his eyes in the mirror as he shuffled in the bathroom behind you a couple minutes later. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting ready for bed himself.

You took your time doing your skincare routine and applying lotion to your skin before climbing back into bed. Jack fell in next to you with a plop. "I'm sorry again, baby. I promise our next night together will be a lot sexier." He lifted his eyebrows at you, making you giggle. "You look hot as fuck in my t-shirt by the way." You felt your cheeks heat up at his compliment. "I had a fantastic night with you, Jack." He leaned over, smiling into a kiss with you.

You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself as you watched Jack pull his retainer cover out of his nightstand, slipping the metal and plastic piece into his mouth. "What?" He mumbled; the retainer gave him a subtle lisp. "Nothing. I'm just getting to see a side of you I haven't seen before."

"A shexy shide?" Jack teased, dragging out his words as he pulled you close to him. "Jack, stop!" You were in a fit of giggles, trying to dodge his kiss, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. "I can't help it, mama, you just look so shexy.", he sucked on his lip as he spoke. "Jack! I swear if you drool on me, there will be no more "shexy time"." Jack choked on his laughter as you mocked him, playfully chastising him with a wag of your finger.

He didn't let up, tickling you as you continued to laugh, tears in your eyes. You felt his hands slip down the side of your sweatpants, his head perking up as he felt the band of your underwear. "Are you wearing granny panties?", he asked, gently snapping the band against your hip. "Hey!", you slapped at his hand. "Its comfortable. I don't sleep in a lace thong, ya know."

Jack held his hands up in defense. "I like it. You make granny panties look good." He grabbed your arm, pulling you into his side.

You felt Jack shuffle down on the mattress, getting comfortable, one hand rested behind his head, the other on the small of your back. "I need this all the time." You could tell that Jack was already starting to fall asleep again, his voice deep and slow. "What's that?" You asked as you rubbed his chest in small circles. "You, me, shome good food, shleep. They're the only things I desperately mish when I'm on the road." You hummed in agreement, allowing your eyes to flutter closed, Jack pressing his lips to your temple.

"I couldn't agree more." You didn't even bother repeating yourself as you heard Jack begin to snore again.

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Scenario: Date Night with the Papas ♡

!Nsfw! No smut, just some very intimate details.

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

• A letter appears under your office door. Curiously, you pick it up and look at the wax seal. It was a very ornate 'P' on it, so the sender basically revealed himself.

• You slice it open with a letter opener and read:

"My Dearest (Reader)

I know I've been gone for quite some time due to my presence being requested at another ministry. Every second I'm away from you only makes me yearn for you more. When I get back, I would like to treat you to the finest delicacies I've come accross while staying overseas. Be ready as soon as I get back. By the time you read this, I will be arriving in a few days. I look forward to seeing you soon,

Your Beloved Papa Emeritus I"

• You dance around with the letter, giving it a big smooch and putting in your priority drawer. Time to shop for a date night outfit!

• The day comes and you're all fancied up for him. Perfume put skillfully where it should be. You were R-E-A-D-Y.

• A knock raps at the door. Primo. You adjust yourself properly before he opens the door, singing your name.

• "My love" He grabs your waist tenderly and plants a kiss on your cheek. "I wish to savor you longer, but we do have plans. Let us leave". You nod, respecting his urgency. You hang onto his arm as you head to the ministry's more private dining area.

• The evening was spent with him telling you about his travels, sharing playful glances, and eating good food. Primo was one to pay attention to details. Especially food. There had to be some form of aphrodisiacs to give the mood some romance. Even though your love for him and his for you, was unmatched.

• There was nothing that could truly rival the part of the day when your longings reached its peak.

• "Have you missed me that much?" He says as the two of you walk the quiet, candlelit corridors to his room. You hum as his hand rubs your hips. "Tonight, I shall make up for that"

• As soon as his door closes, you two were on eachother like magnets. Barely making it to the bed. Kisses turned into passionate gazes while he gracefully stripped your clothes off, savoring you like he wanted to before. His long hair tickling your bare skin.

• "Ti penso ogni notte e giorno" he said into your lips. Moments like this was when he felt in his prime again. As a man of his age, he saved all of his strength to pleasure you. Taking you to the hilt as he worships every detail.

• His lovemaking always exceeded expectations. It was worth it to long for him every night.

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

• It was your 2 year anniversary with Secondo.

• Initially, you told him you could plan something. But he was adamant about doing it himself and would suprise you.

• You didn't know what to expect, but Secondo was never one to disappoint.

• He takes you in a limousine to an undisclosed location. He's not in his usual robes, instead dawning a blazer, button up, and dress pants. Something was definitely different about what was going to happen.

• As he opens the door for you, you stand infront of downward staircase which lead to an underground nightclubs. Commonly used by the Papas to have more of their personal rituals in. This should be fun.

• After a few drinks, Secondo and you were certainly the life of the party. Dancing with no room left for Jesus. Bodies flush together as his thigh was pressed between your legs. The music was slow yet full of emotion.

• Tonight, there was nobody else but you on his mind.

• "Sei sexy" he whispered in your ear. "Mi ecciti...mi fai impazzire" his gloved hands guided your hips to move in sync with his. "I would take you right here and now in a heart beat if I could" his voice so sultry it made your knees weak.

• You've learned some Italian, so now was as good of a time as ever to use it to your advantage. "Cattivo papa~" you looked into his eyes while sliding your hands up his chest.

• He tilted his head back slightly and groaned. Hearing that come out of your mouth sent all the right reactions through his body.

• "I don't know if I can hold myself back any longer" he groped your rear roughly. His multi-colored eyes filled with carnal desire as the world around him disappeared.

• "Let's not waste any time then" You took him by the arm and left the club. He found it hard to keep his hands off of you whilst heading back in the limousine. Desperately kissing you, leaving you gasping for air as his mustache tickled your lip.

• The night was filled with never ending pleasure which lasted until morning. Making sure your body remembered every inch of his love. Bodies covered in sweat, and heartbeats slowing down. You and him fell asleep for the day.

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

• Terzo had this day trip planned out for a while now. He made sure it fell on the right day on the right time. Tracked the weather just to make sure.

• He wanted to take you to a beach he frequented as a child. It would be perfect for a candle light picnic.

• Bought you two matching swimsuits just for the occasion. You quickly changed into it as Terzo was already wearing his half. As you step out of the changing tent, his eyes light up.

• "My lucifer. Antichrist. You look ravaging" he takes your hand and kisses up your arm. "Let's have fun today, sì?" You nodded.

• Most of the day you were walking hand in hand with him. Strolling as the waves hit your feet and the wind blew your hair. Until he dragged you into the water.

• He was an excellent swimmer despite his size. Showing off his skills as he swam around you and splashed water in your face.

• His arms wrapped around you as his chest pressed into yours. "Ready?" "Mhm". You take a deep breath as you and him submerge yourself under the water. You look at his hair weightless and floating in the water. The crystal blue waters surrounding you two as you sink and let your knees hit the sand.

• He had borrowed a breathing incantation spell from the library, with the help of the ghouls of course. You would be able to hold your breath longer whilst you were under the water.

• He lifts you up so that you stand on your feet. 'Trust me' he mouths. He couldn't speak underwater afterall.

• He shows you around all of the rock formations, fish swim past you nonchalantly as you are in complete awe of what your seeing. By this time, the both of you would have to come up for air soon.

• 'I love you' He mouths, pulling you into him. 'I love you, too' you push a few floating hairs out of his face. He smiles and presses his lips onto yours, closing his eyes. The both of you begin to float upwards as the kiss continues until you surface.

• Terzo dries you off with a towel as you lay back in a lounging chair. Drying your legs slowly as he has to leave a few kisses everytime he's done drying that spot in particular.

• "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look in that bathing suit?" "Yes, I counted atleast 13" "Well did I ever tell you how amazing you'd look if you took it off slowly, and infront of me?"

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

• Movie niiightt!!

• Gets the old popcorn machine from the basement to work so there's copious amounts of it for the both of you.

•Candy, sweets, drinks, anything you can name is laid out on the table.

• He has a specific system to how picking out movies would work. Your pick, his pick, your pick, then if there's time, the both of you decide on one.

• Since his room is very small and he doesn't really have a couch. He let's you sit on the bed while he sits on the floor. You rest your chin on his head while the movie begins to play.

• You almost ate all of the candy, just like he expected. The first movie was just ending and there was at least a few more to get through. Exhaling, you burrow you nose into his shoulder.

• He smells more fragrant than usual. He definitely has some cologne on. You sigh as you lightly massage his scalp. It didn't seem to bother him as his eyes were still glued to the screen.

• Your fingers trace down his neck to his shoulders. Kneading his shoulders gently. He let's out some small groans as he tilts his head to the side.

• "You're a little tense, hm?" He hums. Your fingers squeeze a little tighter, making him bite his lip. "You need to have better posture when working, Copia" your voice sends a shiver down his spine.

• "I know" he closes his eyes. Your lips trace down his neck, and his gloved hands visibly grip his sweatpants. "Easy easy. Just focus on the movie" "But-" "Focus"

• He tries his best to keep his eyes opened as your hands knead into his shoulder muscles. He thought it the worst had passed, but when you finally found a sweet spot, he tossed his head back and covered his mouth.

• "Oh my, looks like the second movie is just gonna have to wait" You sat yourself on his lap, back facing him as your hips pressed against him. "Me next"

• He eagerly felt up your back, rubbing circles tenderly until he found the most sensitive place and began to move his fingers more skillfully in that area.

• "Copiaaa" you whine as he gets rougher. "What's wrong, I thought you asked for this?" He stopped and pulled you in so that your back was pressed against his torso. "Too much?" He grabbed your hips and planted them firmly on his crotch. "Or not enough?"

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

If possible how about 9 & 22 with all four boys? And could you use They/Them pronouns for Reader please? (I'm a Non-binary myself) Thanks in advance <3

9. "I thought you said we were going out for dinner?"

22. "I love you, I really do, but I also really love garlic."

Sure thing! Thanks for requesting (and telling me the right pronouns to use!) I hope you like this!💜

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The boardwalk was busing as ever, with people flooding the place, children screaming and crying with laughter and vendors yelling about how cheap - or expensive, depending on one's point of view - their goods were. In the midst of this wonderfully bright neon chaos, you could find five people that did not quite fit in. Four of them terrorised the people visiting the boardwalk. Sometimes they scared the children, stole from others, caused general chaos - and it so happened that if you angered them, the chance of ever being seen alive became very nihil. The fifth person with them was me. Even though I did not always go along with the chaotic tendencies of my mates, people did fear me just as much. It was a weird feeling, but appreciated. I could do what I wanted, wear what I wanted, and no one would even dare to say a thing.

"I don't know about you, but I am starving." I looked at the others.

"Why are you always hungry when we go to the boardwalk?" Paul asked with a sigh, one of his arms hanging loosely on my shoulder.

"Maybe because you forget I'm human?"

"So?"

"Also," I gave him a semi stern look. "I thought you said we were going out for dinner?"

"Yeah? Wait, did I?" Paul looked at Marko, who shrugged.

"I don't know, man. Probably."

"Paul, you can't blame them for being hungry," David looked at us as he lit a cigarette, appearing somewhat bored with the whole conversation. I realised however that he was scanning the crowds, probably to pick out the prey for his next hunt. "Go and get some food."

"You're not coming with?" I asked. Dwayne was already walking next to me, and Paul and Marko had practically run straight to the small Chinese restaurant. Seeing that made me sigh a little. It was always Chinese food. Always. And as much as one can enjoy noodles or rice, sometimes you really bloody crave some good pizza or pasta or a focaccia.

"I am. Just need to eat first."

"But-" I looked puzzled for a second. "Oh. Yeah, ehm, I think that's appreciated."

David chuckled, walking the opposite direction. As Dwayne and I walked towards where Paul and Marko were headed, I was glad to see that they were still outside.

"What took you so long?" Marko asked, a teasing grin on his face. I shrugged. "Just keeping tabs. Need to know where you all are and such."

"Ah, see, I told you it was simply because they care about us," Marko looked at Paul, who nodded.

"I think it's more than just 'care' at this point," Dwayne said as he was about to open the door towards the Chinese restaurant.

"Yeah, me too. Ehm-"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't want to be rude or anything..."

"What?" Paul looked at me, asking it again.

"And I mean, I love Chinese food, from time to time, but -"

"What's wrong with Chinese?" David's sudden presence caused me to jump - causing him to chuckle.

"Last time I was eating actual worms, David."

"It was all in good fun."

"That may be, and I mean, I truly don't mind it sometimes, but I am really craving Italian tonight."

"If you know a place that doesn't use garlic in everything, we can get Italian."

"Or-" I said, knowing that the chances of that were likely zero- "I could get Italian, you could get Chinese and everyone would be happy?"

"Why do you want Italian that badly? Spaghetti is just a different kind of noodle!" Marko grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Because I love garlic? And I like my spaghetti or other pasta with garlic?"

"I feel betrayed!" Paul gasped, a huge grin on his face.

"I thought you loved us?" Dwayne asked, his tone serious. I nodded.

"I love you, I really do, but I also really love garlic."

"Well, lucky for you," David pulled me towards him, "garlic doesn't do shit to us."

"What the fuck? So I spent months avoiding garlic in everything so I wouldn't accidentally hurt you guys, and now you tell me?" I looked at David, then at the others, and back. "I shouod have known - they use garlic practically everywhere! Oh I hate you guys!"

Dwayne chuckled. "Do you still want to get Italian?"

"Yes! And just so you know, the next month it is only going to be Italian. I need to catch up on all the garlic I missed!"

[earthry]

How to Tempt Your Papas (Headcanons)

How to get your papas home early, inspired by this post (also mentioned in Copia's section).

sfw mostly, a little spicy imagery in some parts, gn!reader

Primo

Primo has such a soft spot for you. All you really have to do is send him some really sappy message telling him that he makes you so happy and you love him very much and he just melts.

He’ll send an equally long message about how he feels the same, how he loves you without requisite and that you make him want to be a better man every day of his life. That’s your hook and line. 

For the sinker, send him a selfie of you in one of his sweaters all cozy in bed with a empty space beside you with a text saying ‘I miss you so much, I’m so cold and lonely without you :(‘ no matter how cheesy you think it is, it will capture good ol’ peepaw’s heart.

He’ll go ‘Oh no :( I left my dearest all alone, how could I? Shall I come home early tonight, amore mio?’ And voilà he’s home in less than half a hour. Mission successful. 

Secondo

You’d think if you send nudes it’ll rile him up enough to come home and have his wicked wiles with you but no. This man is shameless. He’ll get off right then and there to your picture and send one back of his handiwork with a promise to absolutely ruin you later for trying to tempt him. 

The first time you do this you learn that while it is a good motivator, it does not get him home any faster. Kind of backfires because when he sends you a well-framed shot of himself in hand entirely spent and messy, you're the one getting all hot and bothered now.

What really gets him home quickly is your home cooking. Make any authentic dish (especially with his mom’s recipe) and mans will be home in less than 20 minutes because that shit is fire when it’s hot out the oven.

He knows if he waits it’ll either get soggy or cold and he hates re-heating food. If you make his favorite he’ll be back in even less time.

Terzo

Where nudes don’t bring Secondo back, it’ll send Terzo packing for home. He’ll be back so fast you barely have time to put your phone down. He is so enthusiastic and most times it feels like he just can’t get enough of you.

Sure, he could wait until he’s done with his work to go home to you, glance at his phone every so often to motivate himself to finish quicker, but where’s the fun in that? His tesoro’s ready for him and who is he to keep them waiting?

He’ll dump his work onto some poor unsuspecting sibling of sin or ghoul and be out the door in seconds.

While it's very effective, you should be prepared to follow through with this man

Alright. For my ace-spectrum lovelies and those who feel uncomfortable with the idea of sex, I love you and you are so valid. Your method of choice will be Italian Soap Operas.

Every night before bed you'll watch a few episodes of a soap opera together, following along and commenting on outrageous choices or acting and pointing this out to each other.

Tell him if he doesn't come home, you're gonna start it without him. If that doesn't seem to get his butt moving, send another text ten minutes later saying 'do you want spoilers' or 'i did not expect that to pan out this way' or something about the episode coming up and he will respond with keysmashes and be on the way in no time.

Copia

Rat photos. Send him cute photos of his rats and he will cave and want to go home.

He’s a hard worker so sometimes he pulls all nighters and then just stays in the office for the whole next day as well. To lure him back to make sure he’s taking care of himself and getting food and sleep, make pancakes.

Make some for you and him and then tiny pancakes for the rats and take a picture. Tell him they’re waiting on him to eat together! They’re starving! But they really wanna wait for their papa to have breakfast together. Copia is home in minutes. 

You can also send vaguely threatening (but not really) texts with a blurry photo of his beloved rats (like this post that I love very much) with a text saying “come home or she/he gets it”. He’s not worried that you’ll actually do anything to his babies, but he’ll still want to come home faster because fuck that’s really cute and funny of you.

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Sauce Chat

Eddie: I definitely make spaghetti sauce extremely wrong but I’m not going to stop

Chim: please elaborate on the wrong way to make spaghetti sauce; it sounds highly entertaining?

Eddie: 1 chop onion and put in a pot

Eddie: Add 1 or 2 cans of diced tomatoes. Whatever makes the ratio of onion look right.

Eddie: Add a ridiculous amount of frozen peas. Peas should make up a notable portion of this sauce.

Eddie: Add frozen corn also if you wanna be real fancy. If I have bacon I’ll ad that too. But I very rarely have bacon.

Eddie: Cook on HIGH

Eddie: While sauce is cooking, grab the nearest bottle of mixed spices that isn't obviously for desserts. Add some. How much? I dunno, enough that you feel like you've added seasoning so it's technically cooking. (For me this is most often a mix called Moroccan, but it could be anything. Buck reorganised my kitchen recently so tonight it was something called Pizza Topping.)

Eddie: If you happen to have green herbs lying around, add those too. Whatever you have on hand that's green

Eddie: Let the sauce boil on HIGH until all the water is gone. Stir occasionally so the saucepan will be easier to clean later. Serve on cooked spaghetti noodles with no cheese

Eddie: Today I added a new step called "while the sauce is cooking, duck out for 15 seconds to text the group chat about spaghetti sauce, then get distracted and forget you are cooking." This adds a novel Extremely Burnt edge to the flavour profile.

Chim: I am not Italian, or of Italian descent by *any* stretch of the imagination.

I am also not one of those "cooking purists", who believes that everything must be done in a specific/ traditional way (unless you are making a cooking video with the title "how to make x" in which case if you don't specify mid video that your way is not traditional god help you).

I am a firm believer in "If it tastes good, then it is correct for you".

Chim: Except in this case

Bobby: This hurts every cooking bone in my body. The latent ancestors in my soul. The judgmental elf in my brain just bit a cyanide capsule

Hen: Why? The spices.

Using a different spice mix every time, based on what is ready at hand just ... hurts

Eddie: *sends SPICE IS SPICE meme*

Ravi: absolutely deranged, Eddie. Food crimes.

Bobby: Hey Eddie, looks like you forgot to mention the part where you obviously sweated the onions, because nobody would make spaghetti sauce that had straight up raw onions boiled in tomato juices.

Bobby: RIGHT????

Bobby: Please Eddie

Eddie: I don’t know what sweating the onions means

Hen: It means. It means you cook em a little in a pan with a bit of oil first

Eddie: A pan? How many dishes do you want me to have to wash here?

Hen: I mean you can also do it in the same pot you're making the spaghetti sauce in! The important thing is the onions get a little cooked before the wet stuff goes in, so they're not so wet and limp and boiled....

Eddie: Honestly this depends entirely on whether I remember to chop an onion first or I find the can opener for the tomatoes first. The ingredients go in in whatever order they go in.

Ravi: Eddie, who hurt you???

Eddie: A pack of wild chefs herded my mother off a cliff

Chim: Theres probably a hit out on you for this

Eddie: What kind of stupid idiot would waste money assassinating someone who's so clearly going to accidentally poison themself for free at some point

Bobby: hi Eddie, big fan of your firefighting, this is the sauce equivalent of the running up a metal ladder in a lightning storm to try to pull up a 6’0” tall man instead of lowering him to the ground

-Athena

Eddie: Athena, that is the meanest review my cooking has ever received

Chim: congratulations you found the worst way to do it! this feels like a spaghetti recipe made by AI before it got really sophisticated

-Maddie

Eddie: this group chat’s hate mail game is insane

Ravi: at this point please just eat every ingredient raw… please

Eddie: Do I look like Tony Abbott to you

Buck: As a former Committer of Food Crimes, I have decided to make this sauce this weekend after I have a chance to go to the store. I will report back.

Eddie: Excellent, I look forward to vindication.

Hen: No one's going to vindicate your boiled onion in cinnamonny tomato juice on noodles, Eddie

Eddie: Not cinnamon. Cinnamon is a dessert spice. You use the nearest non-dessert spice.

Ravi: cinnamon is absolutely not a dessert spice

Eddie: Yes it is! It's for muffins and pancakes and fruit pies!

Chim: Cinnamon powder is absolutely a dessert “spice” and Eddie if your cooking is this bad I can’t imagine your baked abominations

Eddie: I put lemon juice in everything I bake that isn't bread

Written for the only two gremlins (endearment) who find this as entertaining as I do @professionalprocrastinator22 and @gravelyhalversobbing

Inspired by:

[bellysoupset]

Sicily - Part 6

It's Leo's turn.

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By the time they arrived back to the summer house, everyone else was back already. The sun had set five hours prior, something Leo was very aware of since he didn't speak a drop italian and had been terrified they'd get stranded in the middle of the Sicily just because Jonah really needed to buy Liv a new bucket set and overestimated his high school italian skills.

They had missed dinner, something that Leo found he didn't mind as much as he thought he would. Somehow he was still stuffed from the street food they had during the evening.

Vince was in lying in the living room, seeming to be drifting in and out of sleep, while Wendy watched some soap opera with captions on, sprawled on top of him. Sophia was curled on the opposite side of the couch, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and occasionally glancing up to the television.

"Hey," Wendy mumbled, sleepily as they crossed the threshold, "we thought you guys were going to sleep out."

"No," Leo shook his head, rolling his eyes, "Jonah just really had to get Liv a gift."

"It's not a gift if I'm the one who ruined her bucket in the first place," Jonah scoffed, as if he wasn't replacing a cheap purple bucket with a whole beach-castle set.

Wendy let out a smile, resting her cheek back on Vince's chest, "there's leftovers in the kitchen, Luke and Bell are out in the yard."

"Where's Livia?" Jonah asked, raising the big gift box. Leo couldn't help but roll his eyes in an amused manner. So much for the tough guy act, one look from Liv and he was melted butter.

"It's eleven PM, Jonah, where do you think she is?" Vince asked in a deep, sleepy voice, "she's fast asleep, give it to her in the morning."

Jon pouted and Leo chuckled, turning his face to catch the pout in a little peck, "that's on you for insisting you knew how to read directions in Italian. We should've been here hours ago."

"Shush it, Leo," Jonah pulled back, but he was smiling, "I'm just gonna put it in our room I guess. You can go ahead to eat."

Leo wasn't even a little bit hungry. He felt exhausted. After a long day of sight seeing, enjoying the beach and shopping, he couldn't wait to crash.

He opened the fridge, pulling the leftover food out and then glared at it. It didn't look appetizing at all. He was still staring at the microwave, watching it turn the pizza around, when Lucas and Bell walked into the kitchen via the backdoor, giggling and breathless.

Leo raised an eyebrow at them. Bella had leaves sticking out of her hair and a bunch of red marks on her chest, the loose pants she worn over her bikini were pulled up wonky. Lucas was in no better state himself, with messy hair and swollen lips.

"You're like rabid teenagers," Leo rolled his eyes, "get out of here."

"Sorry, sorry," Bella squealed, an uncharacteristic blush taking up her face as she tugged on Luke's hand and they quickly rushed out, past Jonah who was just entering the kitchen.

"The hell was that?"

"Nothing," Leo rolled his eyes and Jonah crouched down to grab two plates, putting them on the kitchen island alongside cutlery, before hugging him from behind and sighing.

"Did you have fun today?" Jon asked, his breath tickling Leo's neck and he fought the urge to squirm away. It was so warm and he wasn't enjoying the hug as much as he normally did.

"I did."

"Even with me dragging you to a bunch of stores?" Jonah chuckled, planting a kiss on his neck and Leo nodded again.

"It was fun, I got to see all these other stores while you searched for her gift. Loved that one with the cool button ups."

"Yeah?" Jon kissed his cheek and even with the heat overwhelming him, Leo couldn't help but lean in. He loved when Jonah got all touchy. The microwave beeped and they pulled apart from each other.

Sicilian pizza was closer to bread than to pizza. It's dough was thick and spongy, something Leo actually quite liked on normal days, but tonight it was a struggle to eat. He ate one slice just because he figured he had to eat, then grimaced when Jonah promptly put another one in his plate, halfway through demolishing his third one.

"I wasn't even aware of how hungry I was," Jon groaned, eating while standing, not bothering to sit next to Leo in the breakfast nook. Leo pushed a shred of cheese around, poking it with his fork.

"You should eat, you know how much of a midnight rat Vince is," Jonah advised him, hesitating before cutting himself his fourth slice, before shrugging and going for it.

Leo wrinkled his nose as he felt a wave of disgust, but he did eat the second slice. He grabbed his plate and then Jon's, chuckling as he saw his boyfriend eye the remaining two slices. Unlike the American pizza, the Sicilian one was cut in squares.

"Might as well finish it up so I can wash the tray," Leo said, washing both their plates quickly and putting them to dry. Jonah nodded, piling the two slices one on top of the other and passed him the tray.

He let out a little whine as soon as he was done and leaned back, undoing the button of his linen pants, "...Uhm... That was a lot."

Leo rolled his eyes, putting the sponge away and poking Jon's side, causing him to burp, "I'm heading to bed. I'm dead."

"I'm coming with," Jon agreed, his voice all lazy.

By the time they finished showering, brushing their teeth and changing in their sleep wear, Leo was starting to get cranky from how tired he was.

He fell on the bed with a sigh, turning his back to Jon and closing his eyes.

Jonah was slightly more awake, as he sat against the headboard of the bed waiting for the stuffed feeling to pass and tugged up on the blankets, throwing them around Leo.

"No," the blonde groaned, kicking them off and Jonah frowned.

"Last night you complained about the a/c."

"Today's warmer," Leo grumbled, squirming away when Jon tried to pet his hair, "stop touching me, it's so warm."

Jon let out a scoff, but complied and soon Leo dozed off.

He woke up with Jonah moving around, the sun spilling through the half closed wooden blinds that led to the balcony.

"Where-" Leo blinked, rubbing his eyes and noticing Jonah was dressed for the day, bedhead gone, "where are you going...?"

"Oh hey," Jon smiled, "I thought I'd let you sleep in. Vin and I are going on a tour in Mount Etna, you wanna join?"

"The volcano...?" Leo asked sleepily, turning on the bed and burying his face in Jon's pillow. It was cold, but it still smelt like him.

"Yep."

"I'll pass," he mumbled, feeling more than a little drowsy, "I think I'll just chill here."

"Okay," Jonah lowered his voice, then Leo felt a kiss being pressed to the top of his head. He didn't even hear the bedroom door opening and closing as his boyfriend left, already asleep.

When he woke up again, the room felt like it was freezing. He shivered violently, suddenly very alert... And very aware of how awful he felt.

His head was throbbing and his mouth felt sticky and dry, while his stomach sloshed uncomfortably and his intestines bubbled under his hand when he touched his belly. Leo groaned, sitting up on the bed and kicking off the blankets, gulping convulsively in order not to throw up on them.

He shouldn't have worried, because it was not his stomach that threw in the towel, but his colon. A sharp cramp caused him to let out a whimper and then Leo was scrambling up, rushing to the bathroom.

He pushed his pants down quickly, sitting down and hugging his tummy as his intestines squeezed and cramp, all the food rushing out of him. Leo gagged at the sensation and grabbed the trashcan from the ground, but despite hunching over it and dry heaving, his stomach wasn't ready to give him any relief.

It went on for the longest time and Leo felt lightheaded by the time he figured there was nothing else for him to shit, despite the fierce cramps. He took forever to clean up despite the bathroom having a bidet. His arms felt heavy.

Leo crawled inside the shower straight after, trying to get rid of the horrible clammy feeling. He had no energy to do anything though, so he just sat on the ground and let the lukewarm water wash over him until he had strength enough to get up and turn it off.

What a horrible way to wake up. Leo stumbled back into the room to put on a pair of sweat pants, digging through their bags to find any top part that was long sleeved. There was nothing and he settled for a t-shirt, before making his way out of the room in search for Jonah.

It had been hours since he had left in the morning, Leo knew because the sun was high in the sky, so he wondered if maybe he had come back for lunch.

However, the house was silent. There wasn't Wendy playing music or Livia squealing or Vince's thunderous laughter or Luke's powerful voice. The place was empty.

Leo groaned as he made his way downstairs and towards the backyard, praying Jon was out there in the hammocks or the pool, but nope. The whole place was empty.

"Oh hi sweetheart," Mrs. Monacelli scared the living hell out of him, by walking past him towards the laundry room. She had a little basket to her hip and raised her eyebrows with a chuckle when Leo jerked, startled, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," he panted, closing his eyes as his heart raced and leaning against the door threshold that lead to the garden, "I... Where is everyone, Mrs. Monacelli?"

"Ma," she corrected him immediately, voice stern, "you call me Ma, mister," Leo opened his eyes in time to catch her frowning at him.

"Sorry, ma."

The older woman shrugged, "Beppe drove out with Liv to the beach, she was over the moon with the new castle set. Jonah shouldn't have done that, you kids are spoiling her rotten."

Leo smiled, tiredly, "trust me, I think he had more fun picking that thing than doing anything else all weekend," he wrapped an arm around his stomach when it gurgled, reminding him he was still on the verge of throwing up. He wanted his boyfriend, but dammit, he'd settle for Vin or Luke, "and the rest?"

"Wendy and Sophia went to the center of the town to shop, Vincenzo and Jonah went to see that volcano and Lucas and Bella... I have no idea, I think they went sight seeing too," there was an amused note to her voice, which quickly vanished as Ma studied him, "you're not looking too hot yourself, sweetheart."

"I'm fine," Leo lied, despite his lower belly cramping like hell and the fact cold sweat was once again collecting over his lip. His stomach churned, "I guess I'm just gonna go back to b-" hot vomit jumped up his throat, without warning and he slapped a hand over his mouth, hunching with a gag.

"Oh my!" Magda squealed, then quick on her feet like just a mom could be she dumped the contents of her laundry bucket and pushed it in front of him just as Leo gagged again and puke rushed between his fingers.

He crumbled down, the force of vomiting was too much and there was a ringing in his ears, knees weak.

"Alright, alright, you're alright, baby," Ma crouched down next to him too, despite the fact she was half his size, hugging him to her side and cupping his forehead with a hand, the other one rubbing between his shoulder blades, "get it up."

Leo let out a groan, burping another mouthful of gunk and panting for air, "m'sorry, I-"

"Shhhshhh," she patted his back, "don't apologize, you're okay..."

He didn't feel okay. Not remotely okay. He was throwing up in the middle of the kitchen floor, in a laundry basket and his stomach was cramping like hell, his head throbbing. Jon was gone, so were his friends and he was making an absolute ass of himself in front of Vin's mom and- He let out a sob and Magda cooed, pulling him to lie more against her in a makeshift hug as he realized he was crying.

She said something that he didn't understand, too busy hyperventilating and Ma thumped on his back, forcing up the chunky vomit that was choking him.

Leo nearly fell flat on his face and he'd have, wasn't it for the older woman forcing him back and to sit against his heels, despite the dry heaves still wrecking through his frame.

"You're empty, Leo, take a deep breath. You're empty," she said softly, wiping his mouth with her hand, completely unfazed by how disgusting he looked, her other one cupping his cheek.

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's just vomit, baby, I see that monthly," Magda snorted, rolling her eyes, "I have three kids, remember?"

He hiccupped unable to let her reassurances work on him. He was fucking ruining this woman's vacations.

"I'm- I'm sorry, it came over su-"

"Hush you," Ma said sternly, "you're burning up, Leo," she switched to italian then, but he understood clearly that she was still cooing him, whatever it was being said.

"You need to lie down," Magda decided after a second, grabbing his arm.

He eyed the destroyed laundry basket and gagged, "fuck, I'm-"

"Don't swear," she scolded him, still ushering him up, "leave it, I'll deal with it in a minute. You need to lie down."

He couldn't fight her, he was feeling too retched to do so. Magda basically manhandled him back to the living room and Leo let out a groan when lying down was both a relief and misery. Suddenly he could feel just how horrible he felt, every pulse of pain in his head, how freezing cold and sweaty he was, how his stomach was still churning and burbling.

"Ma, I'm not done-"

"Wait just a minute," she said, squeezing his shoulder and then rushed out of the living room, presumably to deal with the vomit filled basket and the clothes all over the kitchen floor. Leo groaned at the thought, curling up on himself.

This was the most humiliating moment of his life.

He knew she was right about the fever, because his mind kept drifting off. Swaying him back and forth between the present and ten years before and... He grabbed on the couch, leaning over it as more sick spit pooled in his mouth and gulping down, trying not to puke on the ground.

"Qui, qui, qui," Madga said in a rushed voice and then there was a big bowl before his mouth. Leo let out a sick, airy burp and his stomach squeezed, shooting up more bitter liquid.

He would've fallen off the couch wasn't it for Ma holding him tightly and Leo let out a whimper, leaning on her touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had a parent take care of him. If ever...

"You're alright, sweetheart," Ma cooed, holding a glass of cold water to his mouth, "take a gulp."

"Not gonna-gon'stay down," he slurred, but Madga stronger than him and unrelenting.

"It's alright if it doesn't, but you still need to drink," she pushed the glass against his lips, "one gulp."

He obeyed her and fell back, his head in her lap. The water helped with the horrible taste in his mouth, but felt horrible in his stomach and he knew he'd be throwing up again soon.

Ma moved slightly under his head and then he felt a humid washcloth be pressed to his forehead, wiping away the sweat. Leo opened his eyes, looking up at her dizzily.

She did look an awful lot like Vince. From this angle he could only see her strong nose and dark hair and Leo let his eyes slip shut again. His own mother had been blonde. It was one of the few things he remembered of her, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes incredibly light. Thin lips pressed in a tight stern line. Angry voice.

Ma started to hum, combing his hair back and he couldn't help but whimper, leaning into the comfort. She had a very sweet voice, gentle and strong hands.

"Had you been sick already, sweetheart?" Ma whispered, thumb stroking his cheek. Leo's heart was squeezing in his chest and he felt dangerously close to crying.

"No," he mumbled, turning on his side so his cheek was pressed to her thigh and he could face the bowl sitting in the coffee table, "no... I'll be fine in a second, I just need... I just need to catch my breath..."

He heard a faint chuckle, "of course, in a second," she agreed in a humorously manner, rubbing his arm up and down.

Leo shuddered, the nausea stopping him from falling asleep, but he was too tired to open his eyes. He knew he should be opening his eyes, getting up, stop pestering the woman...

"No, no, stay put," Ma whispered, holding him down when he attempted to sit up. Leo let out a groan, another cramp causing his belly to complain loudly, a disgusting gurgle rolling through it, loud enough he was sure she heard it too.

Ma's hand moved to his stomach and she pushed his shirt up, not seeming the slightest bit bothered, "shhh," she hushed him when he tried to open his eyes, alarmed, "settle down, you're alright, sweetheart."

She pressed on the side of his stomach, which was distended and terrible and more upset gurgles moved around, liquid sloshing up his throat, then back down. Leo groaned, squeezing her leg, "I'm gonna puke..."

He didn't have any strength, as she leaned forward to grab the sick bowl and held it under his chin, saying a string of comforting words that he doubted were in English.

More vomit fell in the bowl, without any effort from his part and it just kept coming, like he was a broken faucet. Leo whimpered, coughing and Ma patted his back, dislodging another wet belch, that brought with it some chunks... He collapsed back on her lap, shivering violently.

"Aw, Leo," he heard Ma say and then the couch seemed to move back and forth and he was sinking down, deeper and deeper... He was so warm and he had spent the best part of the morning throwing up in the bathroom down the hall. His father had passed out in the couch and he was wasted, Leo could smell the reek of alcohol even through the bitter sickness permeating the bathroom. He had to clean up and get up for school. If he didn't come to class again, they were going to call child services, again, and then his father would be pissed and...

He sat up in a rush, almost hitting Ma's chin with his head and as soon as he was sitting up straight, he was throwing up down his front.

It wasn't much, just hot bitter bile, clinging to his chin and the front of his t-shirt and Leo coughed, starting to cry, "I'm sorry, I- I'm gonna clean it, I'm gonna clean-"

He was so dizzy. Ma's big brown eyes came into focus, not angry, just concerned and she cupped his face. Her hands were calloused, but they were cold against his cheeks.

"Breathe, sweetheart," she said softly, "this is nothing laundry can't fix, just breathe."

Wasn't their washing machine broken? He was so fucked, this was going to take forever to wash by hand and this winter it was meant to snow...

"la lavatrice?" Ma echoed, confused, and then she was pressing her lips to his forehead, "how's your tummy, Leo?"

Fuck, his stomach hurt. He shook his head, sucking in a sob, "hurts..."

"You're empty though?" she pushed him back against the couch's back, "arms up, then."

He was so confused, but he obeyed. It was the least he could do. Magda slowly peeled his ruined shirt, balling it up in her hand and using it to clean the sick still clinging to his chin and neck, "there we go," she whispered, then pulled back, "I'm going to be right back, Leo."

He looked up to the ceiling. It was twirling... His head was so damn heavy.

"It's not that high," Leo argued weakly with the school nurse, as she eyed worriedly the thermometer, "I have an english test tomorrow, I can't go home and miss this class."

"Well, you can't stay here," the nurse was unsympathetic, "we've called your dad. Please just stay put until he comes collect you."

"Dad's not gonna come," Leo scoffed, rubbing a hand over his face. He never did, which was a relief. It was always much worse when he did come.

"Stay- Leo, stop fighting me, stop-" Wendy's voice filtered through his memory and he blinked quickly, realizing he was on a bathroom he did not recognize and that Wendy and Ma were both hovering over him and Sophia was at the door, with the phone pressed to her ear, looking terrified.

"What- Wendy!?"

"Oh thank god," Wendy breathed out and he realized he was in a bathtub and she was covered in water too, "hey."

Leo shivered so much his teeth rattled and he looked at Ma, whose eyes were large with fear, but mostly just concerned.

"You're with us, Leo?"

He nodded, leaning back and taking deep, measured breaths. His stomach was still aching, his whole body sore...

"Really sick and he's talking gibberish, I don't know- Please come home," Sophia's voice echoed in the bathroom and Leo opened his eyes again, even though he didn't remember closing them.

"No," he frowned, "no, don't tell him to come back. I'm fine-"

"Clearly," Wendy said, her voice sharp and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Wendy sounding like Wendy, annoyed and sassy, was more comforting than anything else they could say.

"Really," Leo mumbled, "I'm fine now."

"I got him," Ma interjected when it looked like Wendy was about to bite his head off, "thank you for helping, but I got him now. Can you calm down Soph, please? And talk with Jonah."

Wendy bit her lip, not one bit happy to be dismissed, but then she nodded and got up from crouched down position on the floor of the bathroom, grabbing Sophia's arm and tugging her out of the bathroom with a soft, "he's fine, Soph. Give me the phone-" the door shut behind her.

Leo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and then dared to look up and meet Magda's stern glance. She looked furious.

"I am so sorry," he said, voice raspy, "for this whole mess. For puking in your laundry basket and ruining your day and now this-" he cringed, "I'm so sorry, ma."

"Leo," Ma frowned, "if you apologize again, I'll be very hurt."

His mouth snapped shut and he scrambled for a response that wasn't sorry.

She opened the drain of the bathtub, still looking terribly annoyed and Leo curled up against the cold porcelain, realizing he was still in his sweatpants and shirtless.

"Are you mad...?" he said, unsure if he should apologize for that or not.

Mrs. Monacelli let out a scoff and she crouched back down again, combing her fingers through his hair, "Arrabbiata," she scoffed, then translated it to him when Leo still looked confused, "I'm furious."

"I'm so-"

"Your parents were awful people," she said with a frown, "no parent should do that to a child."

Leo's heart dropped to his stomach. He knew he got rambly when his fever got this high, but at least Jonah, the only one who had seen him in such a shape, knew everything there was to know and rarely brought this things up until much later. Ma Monacelli did not have Jon's bedside manner.

"Ma, he... I don't-"

"You're the sweetest child ever," Ma continued, completely ignoring him, "and any parent should be happy to have you in their lives."

He couldn't breathe, there was a sharp pain in his chest and a tight knot in his throat. Leo opened and closed his mouth, trying to muster up anything, but it didn't matter to Ma what he said or not.

She reached in, pushing his hair back again and kissed his forehead, "I, for one, am so happy to have you in my son's life, Leo," she whispered, "and now in ours too."

He let out a choked up sob and she didn't pull back, instead pulling him into a hug and kissing the side of his face, pressing her lips tightly to his temple.

[its-complicateed]

Full, Fuller, Fullest

Part 1: Full

"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.

Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.

He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.

Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.

He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.

"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.

"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."

So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.

He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.

"You look lovely," he grinned.

At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."

"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.

The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.

They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.

The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.

"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.

Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.

She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.

Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.

Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.

Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.

He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."

Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.

"You're done?" She asked, casually.

Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.

Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.

The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.

Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.

"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."

Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.

"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"

Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."

"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."

She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:

"Isn't this good?"

"Food like this is too good to take home."

"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."

She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.

"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.

"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"

"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."

"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"

Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.

She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)

"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"

He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.

"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."

He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."

[oreolemur]

Second Base- Gojo Fanfic

Sitting down at an Italian restaurant, you waited patiently for your blind date to show up. “I hope she picked a decent guy this time”, you sigh. Scrolling through your phone for a few minutes, the waiter comes over. “Would you like something to drink, mam?”, the guy asked. Ordering a glass of water, you scarfed down a breadstick or two as you took in the building’s surroundings. “At least she picked a good spot”.

15 minutes go by, and you begin to grow impatient. “Is this supposed to be a set up? Am I getting played right now?”. In the middle of texting your friend, you suddenly see a man standing beside you from your peripheral vision. Clearing his throat, “Sorry I’m late”, he smiled. Averting your eyes towards the man, you were jaw-dropped by how beautiful he was. “Woah…”, you whisper. Wearing a light blue button up, and black tuxedo pants, you couldn’t help but stare at his shiny blue eyes, and gorgeous white locks. 

Taking a seat in front of you, “By the end of this date, I'll have you screaming my name", the man grinned. "Just you wait". Surprised by his comment, you scoffed. “Nope”. “Oh my, someone's feisty! What's your name?”, he asked. “Y/N, and you?”. “Gojo Satoru”. Giving you a cocky grin, you furrowed your eyebrows. “What exactly did you mean by, “I’ll have you screaming my name”,?”, you questioned. “You'll see soon enough, won't you?”, Gojo replied.  “I don’t know. Will I? Maybe I’ll just ditch you right now and call it a night”. “You wouldn't dare", Satoru scoffed. A smirk spread across his face. "Besides, I've got so many surprises planned for tonight”.  Looking at him speechless, you grabbed one of the menus off the table, ready to order. 

"You do realize that there's another meaning to 'screaming someone's name'?" Satoru chuckled, leaning in and whispering in a suggestive manner. "A much more fun sense”. Rolling your eyes, you shove a bread stick into his mouth, "In your dreams". "Oh, I think you'll be changing your tune by the end of tonight" Satoru teased, his eyes roaming across the table to study you. "You're so cute when you're mad", he muttered just loud enough to make you question if it was intentional.

Ignoring him, you signal the waiter over. "I'll have the chicken Florentine". "Excellent choice", Satoru beamed with pride. "I'll have the spaghetti", he chimed in, not looking at the menu even once. Asking what the two of you would like to drink, Gojo smiled. "I'll have a glass of Merlot", he requested the waiter. Turning back to you, he smirked. The corners of his lips curled up as he watched you. "How about you?". “Red wine”, you replied. The waiter nodded and took the order. 

Gojo waited until he was out of sight before leaning over the table to whisper to you. "You know, you've got really nice skin. I wonder how soft it is...". Sticking out your hand, you let Satoru feel how soft you were. The man took your hand and ran his fingers over your skin in a teasing manner."This is incredibly soft", He whispered. "I'm sure some other parts of your body are soft too...".  “I’m sure there is”, you teased back. "Well, I intend to find out", he smirked. 

The waiter eventually returned with the drinks, setting them down on the table and leaving. As he was walking away, Gojo stood up, stretching. "Would you like to come to my place after this?", He asked, a sly look on his face. "The night isn't over yet". "After we eat...maybe", you reply back. "I can live with that", Satoru teased. As he sat back down, the waiter arrived with the meals. He waited until the guy left to speak again. "This is going to be an unforgettable night." His voice was low and husky, his eyes wandering all over your body. "Especially when we get back to my place”. Making a toast to each other, the two of you sat at the restaurant for another hour, exchanging jokes.

"Well, that was good", you exclaim, standing up. "Where to now? Your place seems nice ",  you wink at him. Satoru chuckled at your comment, standing up and offering his hand. "Let's get going then. I hope you didn't forget what you promised me”. He started to walk out of the restaurant. "I can tell that you're eager to see my private domain”. "Eager? No. I'm just ready to lay back and be treated with care"."Oh, I could do much more than just treat you with care. I can be everything you want me to be at this moment. You can forget about the real world; I want to be the center of your universe”. He turned to face you, a grin plastered on his face."So come with me. Let's go see what it's like in my world”.

Hopping into the man's car, you noticed him staring at you from the corner of your eye. "Yes?". "Just admiring the view," Satoru chuckled. He continued the drive, glancing over at you every once in a while to study your expression. The atmosphere was filled with an intense tension and Gojo seemed to be enjoying making you squirm with anticipation. After a couple minutes of this, he eventually parked the car, getting up and heading around to your side to open your door. "After you", he smiled. “Thanks”

The two of you made your way into his house, leading you upstairs. The moment you were there, it was abundantly clear what his intentions were. He gently pushed you down onto the bed, looming over you like a predator. Staring into your soul, you felt yourself become hypnotized by his shiny blue eyes. “Hurry up and kiss me”, you blush. “Impatient much?”, Satoru chuckled. Gently grabbing your face, he smashed his lips onto yours. “His lips taste so sweet”, you thought. 

While making out, the man began to unbutton his shirt. “Need help getting undressed?”, you ask, pulling away from the kiss. “Sure, why not?”. Getting off , he stood in front of you as you were sitting on the edge of his bed. “You look even more beautiful down there”, Gojo commented. Undoing his pants, you pulled them down along with his boxers. “Damn”. Staring at his pretty veiny cock, your mouth watered. “Is there a problem?”, he wondered. Shaking your head, “N-no”. Hearing you stutter a little, Satoru admired it. 

Holding his shaft, you stroked it a little. “It feels so big in my hands”. Looking up at him, you saw him blushing as he kept eye contact with you. “Why is he so pretty?”. Averting your attention on his dick, you opened your mouth, sucking his tip. “Mmph”, the man moaned. Listening to his enjoyment, you tightened your mouth around him as you slowly went down his dick. “Fuck”, he seethed. Bobbing your head, you felt him run his fingers through your scalp. Gripping your hair, he began to gently thrust into your mouth.  

Feeling his tip hit the back of your throat, you found it hard to breathe. You tapped his thighs, signaling him to stop. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. Having a line of spit come out of your mouth, you licked your lips. “You’re too big to go all in”, you complained. Rubbing your head, the man smiled. “Well that’s too bad”, he said. “But, I’m not finished yet”. Shoving you back down his cock, you held onto his waist for support. He fucked your throat, using it as his little toy, while he worked to get his orgasm. “I can’t believe he just did that”, you said to yourself. “It’s like he doesn’t even care that I can’t breathe…that’s….so…hot”. 

A few minutes later, Gojo’s thrusts became sloppy and slow as his moaning became more high pitched. Without warning he came into your mouth, filling it with his sweet warm liquid. “Oh..”, he paused. “You’re a swallower”. Making sure to get every last drop, you wiped your index finger around your mouth, collecting any cum that leaked out. “I am full of surprises after all”, you smirked, giving his cock a small peck.

Gojo stared at you with lust, he felt as if he’d found a suitable partner to fulfill his needs. “Take off your clothes and lay down”, he ordered. Doing what he wants, the man watched you get naked. “You have a beautiful body”. Spreading your legs open, he got down on his knees. “Everything is so natural, it’s exciting”. He squeezed your inner thighs, teasing his way up to your cunt. Being sensitive in that spot, you squirmed around a little. “I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet, and you’re already starting to act up”. 

Placing his hand on your pussy, he spread your lips apart, seeing your fluids drip down onto his comforter. He slowly licked your wet folds, making his way to your clit. Once there, he drew circles with his tongue, sucking your sensitive bud in and out as he repeated the pattern. “Satoru..”, you moaned, pulling his hair. Giving in to your adorable whimpers, he started to  finger you. “You’re tight, darling”, he smiled. Having him pleasure you two different ways at the same time, drove you crazy. 

You pulled his hair tighter, trying to move his head away from your clit. “I’m cumming. I’m-”. Letting out the biggest moan, tears formed in your eyes, realizing he wasn’t stopping. “I should’ve warned you that I’m into overstimulation”. Trying to move away from him, he dug his nails into your plumped thighs. “I-I can’t take it”. Reaching for a pillow, you screamed into it as you felt another orgasm come. “Mmmmm!!”. Feeling satisfied, Gojo moved away from your cunt. 

Grabbing a napkin, he wiped his face from the fluid you squirted onto him. “Now”, he smiled, walking over to you. “Let’s finish this”. Taking hold of your waist, he flipped you over on your stomach, forcing you to arch your back. He slapped your ass. “Ouch”, you whined. Laughing at you, he rubbed his cock on your pussy. “Don’t tease me like that”, you whined. 

Shushing you, he slowly thrusted his tip into you, stretching your walls little by little. “Sex shouldn’t be rushed”. Burying your face into the mattress, you tried your best to take him. He was gentle with you, knowing how tight you were. “Are you used to it yet?”, he asked. “N-no”, you whimpered. Feeling devious, he grinned. “Let’s try this”. Shoving his cock in all the way, you gasped. “Gojo!”. “There it is”, he laughed. 

Fucking you mercilessly, he slammed his hips into you hard, hitting your cervix. “Nngh”. You held onto his comforter, handling him with what little tolerance you had left. “Sa…to…ru”, you called out. “Yes?”, he grinned. Not being able to speak anymore, you tried to reach behind in an attempt to stop him. “Aht aht”, he smacked your hand away. “I’m not done”.  Changing positions, he pushed your body down, turning you on your back.

Laying there weak and vulnerable, Gojo scooted you up the bed. “Are you done now? I’m too sensitive to continue”. Crawling on top of you, he leaned into your face. “Oh really?”. Going for your neck, he kissed it gently, before marking you up with his teeth. “Ah”, you winced, placing your hand around his throat. “Squeeze it”, he blushed. “You’re into choking?”. Nodding his head, “Yes”. Putting you on top of him, he lifted you up a little to slide his cock inside you. “How did you do that so fast?!”. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his neck. “Less talk, more fuck”. 

Proceeding to choke him, he let out a small whimper. “My god…is there anything he’s not good at!”. Grinding your hips, you went slow. “Ow, he's deeper than ever”. Trying to go a little faster, you started to feel more pleasure than pain. “Is this okay?”, you asked. “Nope”. He gripped your waist, thrusting upwards, making you scream again. “Fuck!”, you squealed.

With him taking control over you, you didn’t notice how hard you were choking him. “Almost…there”, Gojo groaned. He flipped you over again, this time being on top. “That was good, but not good enough to make me cum”, he said, gasping for air. Satoru put both of your legs over his shoulder, fucking you even harder than before. “Shit!”. His headboard banged against the wall, causing the bed to squeak.  Finishing up, you both climaxed together, moaning each other's ears. “My, my, my”, Gojo huffed. “I should buy a ring”. 

[pebblysand]

Hi can you do me a prompt? Cause I LOVE your writing! 💗

Ginny comes home from the 2014 quidditch world cup-reporting after a long long time away from harry and kids!

did it take me two and a half years to fill this prompt? yes. as evidence that no one should ever lose hope.

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spring rolls, pizzas and curries

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Tonight, after she gets home - after a smiling kiss hoisted up to the corner of his mouth, tippy toes and tight hugs to the kids - after a warm shower and a change of clothes, they'll order in.

It's the end of summer, that year. Leaves wilting in the trees; the wireless runs repetitive adverts for Hallowe'en decorations and this morning, when he headed into work, Harry noticed an irreversible sort of chill in the air; when Ginny comes down later, her hair wet over her shoulders, she'll be wearing a jumper. Lily and Al will soon hound her with questions, about the World Cup and about Namibia or about something else, and James will hurry into the kitchen too, just as she will pour herself a large glass of wine. He will be loud and lanky and almost-teenage. 'Where's food?' he'll ask, then.

And: 'Well, hello, Ronald,' she will laugh. Say.

Chinese, Indian or Italian - the kids will have their pick. It's a long-standing tradition in the Potter household since the dreadful winter of '09, when James had the flu and Lily was sniffling and Harry spent five days battling family germs on his own until Ginny came back from a work trip to save them all. He tiredly sunk into the couch next to her and: 'You should have stayed there,' he observed. Sighed like a headache. 'You're gonna catch it too.'

She shrugged. Smiled. Laid her head on his shoulder. He didn't have the heart to push her away. 'Let's order in, yeah?'

Harry will phone in. Everybody's favourites memorised like the faded lines at the back of his hand. There will be noise - James arguing with Al over the TV remote, Lily talking to herself, playing with her animal figurines and toy soldiers. She's built a whole ranch with Playmobils in her bedroom: fake horses and fake cowboys and fake fences - her magic makes it all move of its own accord - it's a bit of a nightmare.

The kind of nightmare Harry doesn't mind having.

They'll eat pizza on the couch or nems from clear plastic boxes scattered across the kitchen table, and the kids will fill Ginny in on everything she missed. Lily won't stop chatting and 'Mum' this and 'Mum' that, and James will say: 'Oh, will you shut up for once?' One of them - or both of them - will automatically throw back: 'James, don't talk to your sister like that.'

There will be second servings, thirds. Harry will smile and laugh, and feel like a weight lifted off his chest the moment she opened the front door just as easily as he will later clear the plates, with a simple wave of his wand. Ginny will go up to unpack, and he'll try to convince the kids to go to bed - with moderate success. James will try to convince him he needs a new broom, with no chance of success. Al will wandlessly tie his brother's shoelaces together before quietly retreating to his bedroom, a loud tumble ensuing with his victim falling flat on his face at the top of the staircase. He will deny having done any magic the next morning.

'Prove it,' he'll say.

Harry will want to smile (like a headache, too).

And, you know, he wonders - sure - but he's not jealous. Being jealous of his own kids would be fucking weird and, anyway, he's over it, now. He's even stopped being bitter. Ginny hasn't stopped being angry but there's something almost comforting about it, about her anger and her capacity for unrelenting outrage when they sent Petunia a card last Christmas and she wrote back: Please, take me off your mailing list.

'Cunt,' she said.

He winced or cringed, he's not sure. 'Yup.'

He's not jealous - not bitter - but he does wonder. He wonders and thinks of James. So, so tiny, in Ginny's belly. The first time he felt a kick against the tips of his fingers and held his breath - like, forever. And Ginny, who asked why he couldn't sleep, that night, watched him puff cigarette smoke out the window. 'I'm nervous,' he said.

'I'm the one giving birth,' she laughed.

'What kind of father do you think I'll be?'

He thinks of James and he thinks of Tom, sometimes. His palm against the skin of her stomach was sweaty - like warm, summer nights.

And, he looks at the kids and he wonders. What it would have been like. Growing up like that.

With them, you know?

He thinks of James again. Of James and of Albus and of Lily. He wonders if they know. That he's happy. That they're happy. That he's not jealous or bitter or angry. And, that love tastes like food. Like strawberries on Ginny's lips, and spring rolls, and pizzas and curries.