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wangxiangiftexchange · 4 years ago

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Winter Solstice Gift for moonanstars124

The request was for fluff, found family, annoying the extended family, and AU coffee shop vibes (which I took extremely literally). I had a lot of fun writing this (my first actual coffee shop AU!) and I hope you enjoy it @moonanstars124!

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The Burial Grounds

“Is there even a point in telling you what I want?” Jin Zixuan asks. “As you’ve never once made what I ordered.”

Wei Wuxian beams at him. “Of course! It gives me direction. A genre, if you will.”

“You do have a specific listing for a surprise drink.” Jin Zixuan resettles a-Ling on his hip. “If I wanted that, don’t you think I’d have ordered it?”

“Well, no,” Wei Wuxian explains reasonably. He reaches across the counter and pats the baby’s cheek. “If you wanted to get what you ordered, you’d have asked Wen Ning to make it.” Wen Ning turns from where he is setting up the soup tureen to shrug in apologetic agreement.

Jin Zixuan sighs deeply. “Someday I’m going to stop tipping you.”

“You can do that on the day that you don’t like what I make you,” Wei Wuxian informs him. “I mean, you won’t, because ajie would never stay married to someone who didn’t tip. But I would understand if you considered it.”

Lan Wangji half-listens to the exchange from his corner table. It is a familiar one, enough so to be pleasant background noise without distracting too much from his book. When the proper disruption comes, it is neither unexpected nor unwelcome, as it happens every morning around this time. He has already closed his book and moved his empty cup to make room for the small chalkboard that appears in front of him.

“Spicy vegetable for the soup,” Wei Wuxian announces, flinging himself down in the other chair. It is not yet nine in the morning, and he already looks happily tired. Lan Wangji nods and wipes the board clean—perhaps not strictly necessary, but if he redoes the borders, Wei Wuxian will sit with him for longer and take a proper break. “White chocolate and cranberry scones, because ajie loves us very much. And...hm. I’ll do a blueberry mint lemonade today, I think. Do we have blueberries?”

This last is for Wen Ning, who sets down Wei Wuxian’s coffee, Lan Wangji’s refill, and a plate with two of the aforementioned scones. “We do,” Wen Ning confirms. “But they’ll go moldy soon, so you should use them up.”

“Perfect.” Wen Ning smiles at both of them and returns to the counter. Wei Wuxian leans back in his chair, stretches his legs full-length, and looks around the coffee shop with satisfaction. One of his ankles comes to rest against Lan Wangji’s. Without looking up from the chalkboard, Lan Wangji puts his free hand on the table. Wei Wuxian laces their fingers together and dips a scone in his drink.

This is how mornings have gone nearly every day for a few years now. Wen Ning arrives early to open; Wei Wuxian staggers down from the apartment upstairs after being prodded awake by Lan Wangji, who claims his table and reads as the coffee shop comes to life around him. Jin Zixuan arrives at some point, bearing the day’s soup and pastries from Lotus Pier Cafe and often as not a dinner invitation for all of them from Jiang Yanli. Lan Wangji earns his coffee by writing out the day’s specials; Wei Wuxian seizes the opportunity to sit down for as long as it takes him to complete the task. Then Lan Wangji gives his table over to the morning rush and goes to work himself. Cloud Recesses Books is close enough to walk to in good weather, and he gets there in time to open. When the coffeeshop closes at three, Wei Wuxian wanders over and spends the rest of the afternoon doing his own reading or debating with Lan Qiren. It is a pleasant routine, and Lan Wangji sometimes has to stop and wonder at how happy he is.

There has been a coffee shop here for decades, under one owner or another, but the Jiangs bought it only three years ago. Lan Wangji remembers perfectly the first time he visited it after that. It was Lan Xichen’s idea to see what the new management had done with the place, and they went for lunch the first month after it reopened. “‘The Burial Grounds?’” Lan Xichen reads, pausing outside the door. “Interesting name choice.”

“After the Burial Mounds, presumably,” Lan Wangji points out. “The nature preserve outside the city.”

“Ah,” his brother says. “Naturally.”

Despite the name, the inside is entirely pleasant: walls repainted to brighten the space, spider plants hanging in the windows, a detailed menu in plain neat lettering on the chalkboard above the counter, specials in the same writing on a smaller one by the pastry case. “They must outsource their food,” Lan Xichen observes, nodding at the familiar lotus image. “The Jiangs own Lotus Pier too, so it makes sense.”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says. He is listening. He is.

Lan Xichen follows his gaze to the mug on the counter, which holds pens for signing receipts and also a small rainbow flag. “Ah,” he agrees. “That is a pleasing development.”

The line is long enough that they can take their time reading the menu. This is good, because it contains none of the conventional titles. The Med Student, Lan Wangji reads. Four espresso shots in a cup. Below that is The Jiejie: soooooup! (See Specials board for today’s variety). And on and on: The Peacock (a white chocolate mocha with nutmeg), The Angry Brother (chamomile and hibiscus tea), The Adorable Nephew (warm milk with honey), The Headshaker (��Decisions are hard, so let us surprise you!”). Some have less of a story, Lan Wangji thinks: The First Timer is just a latte, and The Adventurer promises undisclosed amounts of cayenne. The result is a place that feels well-loved without being unwelcoming.

“It certainly has character,” Lan Xichen observes as they near the counter. The young man who takes their orders has a quiet earnest smile; he carefully lists the non-dairy milk options for Lan Wangji.

Despite the line, they find a window table easily enough—it is towards the end of the lunch hour—and they watch the street while they wait. It is only a few minutes before a different employee appears with their orders, mugs and bowls balanced precariously enough that Lan Wangji watches the soup in some alarm. But the dishes and their contents reach the table safely, which means that he can look up when the server says brightly, “Can I get you anything else?”

Lan Wangji thinks, Oh. He only barely prevents himself from saying it aloud, and the effort keeps him from speaking at all.

“Oh, wow,” the beautiful man says, staring back at him. Then he shakes himself. “Uh. Sorry. Is this your first time here?”

“We thought we’d see what the new ownership had done with it,” Lan Xichen explains. There is laughter in his voice, subtle enough that Lan Wangji hopes nobody else can hear it. “Our family owns Cloud Recesses, the—”

“The bookshop down the street!” The server’s face lights up—lights up more—and Lan Wangji gives up any hope of forming words himself. “I’ve been in there a few times. I thought you looked familiar.” This is to Lan Xichen; to Lan Wangji, he says, “I haven’t seen you before, though.” He does not say, I would remember, but the sentiment comes through clearly enough that Lan Wangji feels his ears go pink.

“My brother just finished university,” Lan Xichen explains. The amusement has become noticeably less subtle. “He will be working with us.”

“Oh wonderful!” the beautiful man says. “We’ll hope to see you again, then. Both of you, of course.” He sticks his hands into his apron pockets. “I’m Wei Wuxian, the manager. Which is, you know, terrifying. I’m probably not supposed to tell customers that part, though.”

Lan Xichen laughs aloud now, kindly, and Lan Wangji loves his brother for the way the beautiful man—Wei Wuxian—relaxes. “We understand,” Lan Xichen says. “Starting a business is a rather stressful experience at the best of times. I am Lan Xichen; this is Lan Wangji.”

“Welcome to the Burial Grounds, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian says gravely, eyes dancing. “Please do let me know if you need anything. Or Wen Ning, he’s honestly much more capable than I am.” He jerks his head towards the counter, where the young man who took their orders is wiping down the espresso machine. “Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I hope you’ll come back.”

“I am certain we will,” Lan Xichen assures him. Wei Wuxian’s eyes linger on Lan Wangji’s face for a moment. When he manages to nod agreement, the smile widens. Wei Wuxian ducks his head at both of them and disappears into what is presumably the back room.

“Well,” Lan Xichen says, after a moment. “This is a delightful discovery.”

“Brother,” Lan Wangji says, deeply pained. He suspects that his ears have gone full scarlet by now.

“I mean the coffee shop, of course.” Lan Xichen takes a sip of his latte and hums with pleasure. “And as a small business ourselves, it’s only right to support others in the neighborhood. We shall have to become regulars.”

Lan Wangji sighs.

He returns alone the next day, just for a coffee in the morning. The one after that, Wei Wuxian sets his drink on the table with a hesitation that already seems out of character. When Lan Wangji tilts his head in question, he says, “I, uh, made you something special. If you want the one you actually ordered, I’ll do that instead, I just...sometimes I get the idea for new things, and I thought you’d like this one.”

Lan Wangji looks at the mug in front of him. It looks like the perfectly dull mocha that he had ordered, unsure what else to get, except that there are flower buds of some kind on top of the foam. He doesn’t know what to say, so he just nods and takes a cautious sip. “Lavender,” he says. He closes his eyes, which helps keep his brain from panicking when Wei Wuxian sits down in the empty chair. “Salt. Something sweet, apart from the chocolate?”

When he opens his eyes, Wei Wuxian’s smile is brilliant. “Birch syrup,” he confirms. “Good, I wasn’t sure how much that would come through; I haven’t used it before. But do you like it? You’re the first person to try that one.”

“Mm.” Lan Wangji looks down at the cup again: something made just for him, not for anyone else. “I like it.” He lifts his head again.

“Oh, wow,” Wei Wuxian murmurs, as he had the first day. “Sorry, I know I’m being weird. I just hadn’t seen you smile before.”

“Not weird,” Lan Wangji says, when he finds his voice. “At least, I don’t mind.” He clears his throat. “Thank you. For the drink. You should put it on the menu.”

“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian grins. “I can do that.”

There is indeed a new listing on the large chalkboard the following day: Dark chocolate mocha with lavender, sea salt, and birch syrup. Lan Wangji looks at the name of it and swallows. The Beautiful Stranger, it says, printed neatly in white chalk below The Headshaker.

When he has been coming to the Burial Grounds several times a week for a month, Lan Wangji arrives one morning to find Wei Wuxian darting frantically back and forth behind the counter. “Wen Ning called out sick,” he explains, when Lan Wangji gets to the front of the line. “This is definitely my reminder to hire more staff. I meant to, since we’ve been doing pretty well, but I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Anyway, sorry, what can I get you?”

Lan Wangji looks at the smear of cocoa powder on his cheek and says, “Is there anything I can do? I do not know how to use the machines, but I could help with other things.”

“You know,” Wei Wuxian says, “that would actually be amazing. Uh, let’s see. I need to get the Specials board up but my handwriting is atrocious. Would you mind? We’ve got chicken dumpling soup and vegan ginger snaps. No drink specials because I have too much else to worry about today.”

When that task is done (“Oh my god,” Wei Wuxian says, staring. “Well, I know I’m never ever showing you my writing”), Lan Wangji clears tables and wipes down the counter and takes orders. All the while, Wei Wuxian darts around the shop like a cheerful whirlwind. “Don’t you have to go to work?” he asks at one point, managing to pour a perfect latte and read the next ticket at once. “I’ll manage. I mean, I don’t know how, but—”

“I have texted my brother,” Lan Wangji says calmly. “He and uncle will cover the bookshop today.”

“...Right,” Wei Wuxian says. “I feel like I should fight you on that, but also I don’t have time. Thank you.”

At three o’clock, Wei Wuxian sets the Closed sign, draws the curtains, and collapses facedown onto the couch where the college students like to study. Lan Wangji regards him for a moment, then puts down the rag he was using to wipe down the last table. He still cannot use the espresso machine, but the kettle is a more familiar creature.

Wei Wuxian lifts his head blearily at the clink of saucer on table. He sits up enough to drink his tea without spilling it, and he devours two of the ginger snaps that Lan Wangji brought over in rapid succession. Lan Wangji sits down in the armchair across from the couch and sips his own tea.

The cookies seem to revive Wei Wuxian a little. “Thank you,” he says. “Again. For the tea and for, you know, everything. How can I repay you? Not a rhetorical question.”

Lan Wangji cradles his tea, glad to have something to do with his hands. “Well,” he says, “when I came in this morning, I meant to ask if you would have dinner with me.”

“Oh!” Wei Wuxian looks at him, wide-eyed. “I—hang on, past tense? Did you change your mind? I guess you did just get the total immersion experience, which I’m told is a lot—”

“I enjoyed the experience,” Lan Wangji says. “But I do not wish you to feel obligated. I will not ask you in a conversation about compensation for my labor.”

“...Right,” Wei Wuxian says. “Because you think about things like that, because you’re a ridiculously good person as well as gorgeous and in possession of unbelievably nice handwriting. Hold on.” He sets down his mug and goes to the counter, does something out of sight involving paper and a pen, and returns. “Here.” Lan Wangji puts down his own tea and inspects the offering: a gift certificate (filled out in a scrawl that is admittedly dreadful) for enough to keep him supplied with coffee for a month, more if he cuts down on his visits. “And I’ll get you all the tips from today, once they’re counted.”

Lan Wangji does not imagine that he will be cutting down on his visits.

“This will do,” he decides, and tucks the paper away in his wallet. “And half the tips. You worked very hard.”

When he looks up again, Wei Wuxian is fidgeting beside his chair. “Sure,” he says. “Great. So is the compensation conversation finished? Can we have the other one now?”

Lan Wangji smiles; he cannot do anything else. Deliberately, he stands up so they are facing each other. Wei Wuxian swallows, but his eyes are bright and he is smiling helplessly as well. Lan Wangji says, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian replies immediately. Then, “You mean like a real date, right? I mean, I’d still say yes either way, but just so we’re clear.”

“A real date,” Lan Wangji confirms.

“Oh wonderful,” Wei Wuxian says. “I really hoped that was what you meant. Yes. Did I already say that?”

He is still in his apron, which has great smears on it from when a cup of coffee spilled on the counter earlier. His hair is coming loose from its tie for at least the fourth time that day; there is raspberry syrup on his forehead and powdered sugar on his nose. He is very, very beautiful.

Lan Wangji reaches up and tucks one loose strand of hair behind his ear. It does very little to help anything, but it means that he gets to feel the slight intake of breath as Wei Wuxian goes still. Lan Wangji does not drop his hand back to his side. Instead, he cups Wei Wuxian’s cheek very gently. He whispers, “May I—”

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian says, a little hoarsely. “Yeah, yes, please—”

Lan Wangji kisses him. Wei Wuxian makes a soft sweet sound and puts both arms around his neck; Lan Wangji cradles his face a little more firmly and drops his other hand to the small of Wei Wuxian’s back, drawing him in.

And so now it has been three years, or near enough. Lan Wangji dutifully writes out the Specials board every morning; the main menu also bears his script. He has met Wen Qing, who is now a surgeon and no longer the Med Student of the four expresso shots but who remains alarmingly intense. He has also met the Adorable Nephew and the Headshaker as well as the Peacock, Jiejie, and the Angry Brother, all three of whom received him with some combination of suspicion and amusement. “So you’re the Beautiful Stranger,” Jiang Cheng says, having shown up at the Burial Grounds to demand an introduction all of two days after that first date. “Hmph. He’s been yammering about you for a month; you better have been worth it.”

Lan Wangji is trying to be worth it. He plans to ask Wei Wuxian to marry him soon, and he thinks that Wei Wuxian will probably accept. This doesn’t really make the prospect of proposing any less daunting; what does is the way Wei Wuxian pulls him back to bed for sleepy kisses in the mornings, trusting and sure of affection reciprocated. Lan Wangji rather expects that he will slip and ask the question at one of these times, rather than at the dinner date he has scheduled for their anniversary. He doesn’t really mind the idea.

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babybatscreationsv2 · 4 years ago

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A King on a Leash ch8

Marvel | Starker

Tony Stark is a powerful man with a beautiful husband and a loyal crime family, but it looks like he didn’t keep his husband on a short enough leash. After turning Peter lose on a Cuban gang leader, Peter’s life is in danger. The real trouble is that Tony now realizes that Peter is the only thing in this world that he cares about and he never meant for that to happen.

Sequel to A Doll on a String

Rating: Explicit

Full Fic

A Doll on a String

Warnings under the cut*

Warnings: torture, murder, mafia au, graphic description of a panic attack, orgasm denial, possessive behavior, jealousy

Fists, a knife, a flambe torch, and two hours later and Tony had everything he needed. He sent Natasha off to find Bucky. Together they would gather up their teams and corner this cousin of Suarez's. Ricardo, but everyone calls him 'Chili'. How intimidating. They dumped the body off a pier, then Tony noticed the time. Shit. He was going to be late to pick up Peter.

"Hap," he said through the phone. "You available to pick Peter up today?"

"Sorry, Boss, I'm across town. You can't make it?"

"Fuck. I'll have his guards drive him home."

"Sorry, Tony. Wish I could make it. Want me to call and make some threats before they pick him up?"

"No," he sighed. "I'm sure I can manage. Thanks anyway, Hap."

"No problem, Boss."

Tony ended the call and dialed Kevin, the head of Peter's guards when Happy wasn’t around. He would already be parked in front of the building to make sure it was safe.

"You're bringing Peter home, today. Make sure he comes straight home and don't you-"

"Boss?"

Tony clenched his jaw at being interrupted. Better be fucking important. "What is it?"

"You telling me this ain't your car the other Mr. Stark just got into?" the fear in his voice was icy.

His own heart was shot through with the same icy fear. "Tail them. Wherever they go. Call me when they stop."

He hung up and called Peter, hands clammy. Could Ricardo have gotten to him this fast? His man said he was in Jersey today, but he could have made the drive in the time it took to get it out of him. It could have been a distraction. Could have been a trap. Peter could be dead already.

"Tony?" Peter answered. Tony sighed, instantly soothed. He didn't sound scared or stressed or otherwise in trouble. He was okay.

"Baby where are you?"

"You didn't get my texts?"

Tony checked his phone. As he looked, four messages arrived in series. He sighed. Stupid warehouse reception. Sometimes it knocked out his signal.

"Sorry, baby. Tell me where you are."

"I'm just going to dinner with some friends. Sorry if I scared you."

Tony relaxed into his seat. He's okay. He's alive. His own heart still raced. "It's okay, sweetheart, I'm not mad."

"That's an awful lot of pet names for not being mad."

Tony took a deep breath. "Next time, make sure I got your message before you leave. Please?"

"Of course. I love you, Tony. Go enjoy an evening to yourself, okay? I'll be home late."

"Sure, angel. Have fun. Tell your friends I said 'hi'."

"Will do." Peter kissed him through the phone. "See you at home."

"Love you, Peter."

"Love you, Tony."

The call ended. Tony sighed and stared out the window. He didn't like the cold, anxious, feeling of being without Peter. 'Enjoy an evening to yourself', yeah right. He sat and fiddled with the ring on his finger. Then ice shot through his heart.

Friends?

Friends. Plural. Peter has two best friends: Gwen and MJ. They hate each other. Sure, he goes out with the girls he dances with every now and then, but he doesn't call them friends. He calls them 'the girls'. MJ has a girlfriend. He could be going out with them together, but MJ wouldn't have met him at the performance hall because she hates Gwen. Even if she had she couldn't afford a car that would be confused with one of Tony's. What friends?

His first instinct was to call him back and ask, but no. He didn't want Peter to think he was being overbearing. He deserves his own space. Fuck, it was killing him, though. Like a blessing from God, Kevin called.

"Boss?"

"Where is he, Kev?"

Poor Kevin sounded like he might throw up. "He's at that Italian place you guys like and he's with friends."

"Which friends?"

"Uh," he paused. "The blonde girl and a guy. I've never seen him before."

There was a guy that he danced with, but he and Peter never got along so they don't hang out. He would have remembered if Peter had made amends with him. "Describe him."

"Expensive looking suit, short brown hair, maybe an inch or two taller than Mr. Stark. Looked around the same age. Couldn't see much of his face from here, but he was clean-shaven."

Harry Osborn.

"Call in the second car. I want men inside. I'll call Leonardo and let him know you're with me."

"Yes, sir."

It hurt. It genuinely fucking hurt. And it was stupid. Why did he feel like Peter was cheating on him? Of course he would want to see an old friend. Harry had been gone for years, they would want to catch up. At least Gwen was with them. She was very straight laced, she wouldn't let Peter run off with him- What the fuck was he even thinking? Of course Peter wouldn't. He took a deep breath but it didn't stop the panic. He couldn't breathe. The car was suffocating him. He climbed out and nearly fell onto the sidewalk.

His driver got out and came around the side.

"You alright, Boss?"

"Fine-" he choked. "Just need a minute. Wait in the car."

He looked unsure, but he did what he was told.

Tony's mind spun with thoughts that didn't quite connect and weren't entirely coherent.

Should start going to his practices with him... Should tell him he's not allowed to dance anymore. What if he leaves? What if he doesn't come home? I should kill Harry Osborn. What if I caught them together? What if Peter wants him? What if he's better than me? What if he's better for Peter than me? I should go to the restaurant. I should call Peter. I should go home. Why can't I breathe?

Tony sat down on the curb and put his head between his knees. He didn't want to imagine what he looked like, a Mafia Boss, a capital 'B' Boss, sitting on the ground like a kid at a Macy's parade. Cue the fucking confetti and tootsie rolls.

His phone rang. It was Peter. He answered without thinking, then realized his throat was thick and he probably sounded like he was crying. Was he crying?

"What the fuck, Tony? I can't go to dinner without a babysitter?"

Tony gulped down air. The sound of his voice, even venomous and angry, helped to soothe him. "No, baby, you can't." His voice came out thick and gravelly and probably sounded more angry than upset.

"And why not?" He could just see him, hiding in the bathroom so no one would here them argue. A hand on his hip and the other clutched around his phone. Teeth clenched and hair disheveled where he ran a frustrated hand through it.

"Because you're mine," Tony said, a little smile on his lips.

He heard Peter sigh. "I know I'm in trouble and all, but can't your men wait outside?"

"You need all the protection you can get, angel. I won't let anything happen to you." Or anyone, he thought.

A pause, then another sigh. "Fine. You're right. Sorry, I overreacted."

"It's okay. I'm glad you called."

"Are you okay?"

Tony stood up and brushed himself off. He looked at the people passing him by as if they were the ones who were strange. "I will be when this is over."

There was a pause. "Should I cancel dinner?" He sounded so upset. Tony couldn't take something from him if it really meant that much. Though, he couldn't say that it didn't feel good to be reminded that he could. If he walked into that restaurant and dragged Peter out no one would stop him. Hell, Peter would blush and make excuses but he wouldn't argue. Not in public. Not when it could tarnish Tony's image.

"No, angel. Enjoy your dinner." And think of me, he thought. Remember the guards I sent to protect you. Remember that I'm always just a call away.

"You sure?"

"Of course. Be safe. Don't go anywhere alone." Just come home. Just ditch him and come home.

"I'll be careful. You be careful, too."

"I love you, Peter." More than anything. Anything at all.

"Love you, Tony." Why? What's worth loving when I'm weak like this?

On shaking legs, Tony got back in the car. Cold and pale, he cleared his throat. Then he barked at the driver to take him home.

Peter wasn’t late, but it felt like it. Especially since Tony had spent a good while on the bathroom floor throwing up into the toilet. He had showered and brushed his teeth and he prayed Peter didn't smell the vomit on him. He was relaxing by an artificial fire, forcing himself to read a book, when Peter came in. He was all smiles, walking on air. He floated across the room to give Tony a kiss.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Nothing." He let Peter take the book from his hands and set it aside. Then he sat straddling his lap. "There's my angel." He brushed Peter's hair from his forehead. He had to get himself under control. He'd been completely sick until Peter got home. He felt like he'd been holding his breath up until the moment Peter's weight settled in his lap. He closed his eyes and breathed him.

"Did you miss me?" Peter cooed, angel sweet. He smelled like fresh Italian herbs and restaurant hand soap.

Tony shrugged. "Should I?"

Peter gave him a coy smile. "I know what missed me." He slipped down to the floor and pushed apart Tony's legs. His skinny fingers trailed over his crotch. A slave to his husband, the man that was supposed to be his plaything and not the other way around, Tony's cock started to thicken at the touch. He let his legs spread wider, let his head fall back as Peter's hot little mouth made a wet spot on the front of his pants. He could feel the heat, the tease of suction through too many layers. After suffering so many bad feelings throughout the day, the promise of pleasure made him hungry.

"Don't tease, sweetheart."

Peter looked up at him with a mischievous smile on his face. He continued to suck on the fabric, moaning like it was his cock, like he could taste it through the material. Tony stared, his expression dark. He reached slowly down to unbuckle his belt and pulled it off. Peter sat still and waited watching as he took out his cock.

Tony admired the way he licked his bottom lip as be eyed the belt in his hands before he eyed Tony's cock. He looked up, asking for permission.

"Get your mouth on it. No hands."

Without a question, Peter bent and took his cock into his mouth. Tony finally felt some of the days tension leave him. He let Peter get him hard and wet, then he used the belt to pulled Peter in, letting it curve against the back of his head, and pulled him down until his tongue reached his balls. He pulled down with the belt and thrust his hips forward, burying as deeply as he could in his throat. His head fell back against the chair. Peter wretched, body trembling between his legs. Tony let him up before he could puke up his dinner. He looked down at Peter to see his eyes glassy and his mouth open and dripping with spit.

"What a good little toy you are. Gonna be my fleshlight, baby?"

Peter moaned. "Yes, daddy." Fuck, that look on his face, cock stupid and perfect. Ready to do anything he asked.

"That's a good boy."

He got his mouth back on Tony's cock and Tony used the belt to guide him. He kept his mouth open wide and let Tony have what he wanted, appearing more fuck hole than man.

"You're daddy's perfect little slut aren't you?"

Peter gurgled on his cock, unable to answer.

"Should keep you tied to the bed. Use you whenever I want." Never let you leave. He liked the sound of that.

Peter was so good, so patient, and obedient. Tony's treatment of his throat was brutal, tortuous, yet he sat with his hands in lap. Tears ran down his cheeks and spit down his chin. Daddy's good obedient pet. Perfect and beautiful and all his. All his.

He let Peter go and sat stroking himself, watching him gasp. Once he recovered enough, he sat up, mouth open waiting for his cum. Tony painted him with it, coating his face in sticky white, hardly any ended up in his waiting mouth. And Peter sat, still and patient until Tony wiped the cum from his eyes. Then he blinked up at him, licking his lips.

"Can I cum, daddy?"

Tony thought a moment. "No," he decided. He could spend tomorrow hard and thinking about Tony and not thinking about Osborn and Tony would feel a little better about his dinner outing.

"Clean your face and strip for me."

"Yes, sir." Peter wiped cum from his cheeks and licked his fingers clean. Tony scooped some off his forehead when he missed it. Peter happily suckled his fingers, humming and closing his eyes. Like having any part of Tony inside him was bliss. Then he stood and stripped out of his clothes. Tony looked at his cock, fully hard and needy.

"Come sit with me, angel."

Peter sat down on his lap, happy when Tony gave him a deep kiss. Then slowly started to kiss down his neck. His fingers teased his bare thigh. He brushed them over his hard cock, adoring the way his cock jumped under his touch. "Tell me about your dinner. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah," he began, notably breathless. "Harry was back in town so- so Gwen and I took him out." He stuttered as Tony sucked on his neck. He grinned against the fresh bruises he made.

"That sounds nice," he said.

He wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly stroked him. Peter licked his swollen lips.

"It was fun. I missed Harry. I missed you, too, of course. I'm not used to having dinner without you."

Tony sucked another mark into his skin, increasing the pressure until Peter whined and his hands touched his chest. Then he thought, just one more, and sucked another mark just above his Adam's apple.

"What's gotten into you?" Peter asked, breathless and clinging to his chest.

"Nothing." Tony threaded his fingers through his hair and kissed him again. He licked away the taste of cum from his mouth until he could taste Peter underneath. His Peter.

#marvel #starker #mafia au #torture #murder #panic attacks #possessive behavior #jealousy #a king on a leash

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mysteriesofmilo · 2 years ago

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DANCE BABY DANCE BABY HANDS IN THE AIR

GO DOWN TO THE STORE AND BUY A WICKER CHAIR

SWEAT BABY SWEAT BABY WAVE YOUR FEET

THROW OFF YOUR SHOES AND DANCE TO THE BEAT

JUST DANCE BABY

DANCE BABY

WAVE YOUR ARMS IN THE AI-AIR

OO-OO-OOH

WEAR SUNGLASSES FOR THE GLARE YE-EAH

SHAKE YOUR FEET TO THE BE-EAT

OO-OO-OOH

MAKE SURE YOU GET A WINDOW SE-EAT YE-EAH

SWEAT BABY SWEAT BABY SOAK YOUR HAT

WRING IT OUT TAKE IT TO THE LAUNDROMAT

DANCE BABY DANCE BABY WAVE YOUR FEET

THROW OFF YOUR SHOES AND DANCE TO THE BEAT

JUST DANCE BABY

DANCE BABY

DANCE BABY DANCE BABY SHAKE YOUR HIPS

GO DOWN TO THE PIER AND GET SOME FISH AND CHIPS

GROOVE BABY GROOVE BABY MOTIVATE YOUR LIMBS

NEVER EAT A CACTUS IF YOU'RE OUT OF PRACTICE

SHAKE YOUR FEET TO THE BEAT GET A WINDOW SEAT

YOU CAN FEEL THE HEAT AND YOU FEEL COMPLETE

YOU'RE POPPIN IT LOCKIN IT ROUND THE CLOCKIN IT

DAAANCE BAABY

DANCE BABY

Everything's Better with Perry vs. Dance Baby

#this song probably has the most random lyrics of any dwampyverse song #and there's a LOT of dwampyverse songs with random lyrics

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glenncoco4 · 5 years ago

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Time to Play

A/N: Chapter 4 of What Happens Next?

XXXX

They just left dinner with her parents and are finishing up the night with a walk along the pier. There’s a slight chill in the air which is surprising for July night in LA. Her arms are wrapped around his waist and one of his is thrown over her shoulders.

Once they reach the end, Kensi rests her head against his shoulder. The pair looks over at a group of surfers as they ride the evening waves of the Pacific.

Marty brings his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling the scent that is so uniquely her. His wife in his arms and the ocean breeze bouncing off the ocean brings a content smile to the lawyer’s face. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you, husband.”

After a few minutes of watching everything going on around them, a light bulb goes off in Marty’s head. He pulls away from her and grabs hold of her hand, leading them back down the pier.

She’s pulled through a small crowd, taking a few sharp turns here and there wondering what on earth her husband has up his sleeve. A few more steps and they come to an abrupt stop, she looks up and discovers why.

Once they reach the entrance of the Ferris Wheel, the blonde looks over at his wife and is met with a radiant smile. He knew about her love for the attraction and made it a point to find one in whatever city they were in, would take her to it and they would take relaxing rides over and over again.

Somehow they got lucky enough to catch it without a line so they make their way up the ramp to the ride. Kensi sits down in the capsule, her husband on the other hand stops to give the operator a handshake and whispers something in his ear before joining her.

“What was that about?”

“You’ll see.”

The wheel stops once they reach the very top and its breathtaking to say the least. Sun setting, cotton candy skies and her snuggled up with the man who makes everything better. “So I kinda have a present for you.”

“For me? But, baby, it’s your birthday.”

She reaches over his waist and grabs his hand that’s furthest away from her. “It’s a present for me, too.”

Marty’s brow furrows in confusion as he watches her take his left hand and pull it across his body. He’s obviously lost because they were talking about presents and now she has his calloused palm resting against her stomach.

Her eyes bore into his, hoping that he understands what she’s saying without actually say it. Marty shrugs at his inability to put two and two together. He’s a lawyer for god sakes, he should be able to get this.

Huffing a sigh of annoyance, Kensi realizes that she’ll have to spell it out for her unsuspecting love. “Baby, meet baby.”

“Ba-baby? As in-“

The sheen of tears that are held in his wife’s beautiful eyes tells him his answer. His face turns from shock to awe to pure elation when he realizes that there’s a baby growing just under where is palm lays. Their baby. He attempts to jump up but is thankfully stopped by the cross bar, earning a laugh from the brunette.

She laughs as he excitedly presses his lips against hers, but with the grins plastered to both of their faces it’s more teeth than lips which makes them laugh even harder. Marty brings his hand up to her face, cupping her jaw as he places his forehead against hers. He basks in the moment of serenity, holding his hold world in the palm of his hand. “A baby.”

Tears run down her cheek as she sees the pure unadulterated love shine in his eyes. They’re really doing this. They’re having a baby. “A baby.”

XXXX

“Kens, are you-“ The brunette pauses as her partner bends over and expels the contents of her stomach onto the grassy patch next to them.

She wipes her mouth with the handkerchief that she now keeps in her pocket for this specific reason. After cleaning her face off, the mother to be turns towards her partner with a small smile.

“Do you know who the father is?”

“That’s the thing-“

Talia cuts her off before she even hears her answer. “So you don’t know.”

Shaking her head, Kensi huffs a laugh at how inaccurate that statement truly is. “I do. Believe me I do, but I haven’t been totally honest with you.”

“Okayyy.”

“You see, I-I’m married.”

The brunette’s in the middle of taking a sip of water when her eyes go wide in shock, doing a spit take at her friend’s words. “You’re, what?”

A wry smile spreads to her face at how caught off guard her partner is. Damn, I am a good actor. “Yeah, that single, party girl stuff, that’s not me.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

“How long?”

“A little over a year now.”

“But what about that guy?”

It’s Kensi’s turn to be confused.

Seeing the confusion displayed on her face, Talia realizes that she’s gonna have to remind her of their night out. Damn, guy must not be that memorable. “The guy you met at the bar last month when we went out. I mean you two were all over each other before the night was over and I for sure saw you get in a cab and go home with him.”

“I did go home with him.”

“Does your husband know?”

“He does.”

“How did he take it?”

“He was deliriously happy.”

“What?”

“He’s always wanted to be a dad and we’ve always wanted to have a family.”

The agent shakes her head at her coworker’s ability to deflect. At least she thinks that’s what she’s doing. “That’s great, sweetie, but I’m talking about the news about going home with that guy.”

“Oh, yeah, he took that pretty great, too.”

“He what now?”

“Talia, that guy was my husband Marty.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“So why the secrecy?”

Kensi sighs. I guess it’s finally time to let the cat out of the bag. “Both our jobs can be quite dangerous so we decided to keep our marriage on a need to know basest at work.”

“But why at the bar?”

A lewd grins spreads to the soon to be mother’s face, remembering that one night a few weeks ago. “Hey, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I don’t like a little role play.”

Some night a few weeks ago

They’re sitting on the couch, watching meaningless tv as she reads an incoming text. “Hey, do you feel like going out tonight?”

He turns towards his love with a smile. “Sure. Where does my lady want to go?”

“Well, Talia actually invited me out.”

“I thought we were keeping our marriage on the down low.”

“We are.”

His eyes quirk when he realizes where this might be going. “Kensi Deeks, what do you have going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

“We’re going to a bar.”

“Yeah.” He brings his lips to her ear, whispering while he nibbles at her skin.

“I could wear a tight little dress.”

“God, yes.” He throws his leg over her waist, now straddling her hips.

She moans when his hardness presses against her stomach. “You could come in wearing your skinny jeans and that tight black v-neck that I love so much.”

“Oh?”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

“How will we keep our hands off of each other?”

“Talia thinks I have a bit of a wild side so she’ll see us meet and think nothing of it when you take me out onto the dance floor and dance with me.”

“And what dance would that be?”

“The horizontal tango of sorts.”

“Damn, I love your dirty mind.”

She runs her fingers through his golden locks as his lips continue their ministrations against her neck. “It loves you, too.”

….

They’re sitting at the bar, watching the dance floor as everyone lets their inhibitions flow. Neither of them have enough beers in them to get in on the action yet. Talia looks across the room and pauses at the sight of a man eye fucking her partner.

He doesn’t give off a creepy vibe but something about the gleam in his eyes perplexes her and then he starts walking towards them. “Hot blonde coming up behind you.”

Kensi’s eyes pinch at her partner’s words, trying to play off the fact that she could feel him undressing her with his eyes from across the room. She feels the look most of the time she’s around him unless she’s already undressed that is. The brunette’s lost in thought as their hot naked bodies pressed against each other plays out in her mind and then she hears his voice.

“Did it hurt?”

“Did what hurt?” She turns and is met with the mesmerizing cerulean blues that are the frequent star of her dreams.

“When you fell from heaven.”

She tilts her head to the side, the glint in her eye telling him that he better buckle up. “Did you just call me Satan?”

“Wha-what? No! No, I just-I” He starts to ramble, unsure of how he’ll get himself out of this, but on the inside, oh on the inside his heart does a million somersaults at her quick little retort and the laugh that follows.

She laughs at his uncomfortableness, she really loves it when she catches him off guard. He plays along perfectly and gives her an uneasy smile. Gesturing towards the empty chair next to hers, he asks to join her.

“Hi, I’m Marty.”

She takes his hand and the spark as they come skin to skin runs throughout her body. “Kensi.”

“Kensi. Strong name.”

“Thank, I kinda came with it.”

“Well, it suits you.”

20 minutes later they’re out on the dance floor grinding on one another. Talia watches from across the room and if it weren’t for the time difference she would start to wonder if they were extras in Dirty Dancing.

His hands find her hips as she presses her ass against him. He can’t control himself against her advances and quickly spins her around, crashing his lips against hers. Their tongues begin to duel, the base in the music only urges them to continue their onslaught of passion.

Meanwhile across the bar, Talia’s mouth is agape in shock at how forward her partner truly is. She’s only known Kensi for a few months but she never suspected her to be this forward.

They finally part when air becomes a necessity, he brings his forehead to hers as they continue to dance up against each other.

Kensi sees that his eyes have grown dark as time passes and really wants to get him home. They’ve had their fun, but now she really wants to have some fun. Standing on her tip toes, she brings her lips to his ear, her voice low and seductive. “How about we go have some real fun?” She nips at his earlobe, earning a growl from him.

He brings his lips to hers once again in a more feverish kiss and playfully nips at her bottom lip before she’s dragging him back over to the bar.

“Hey, I don’t mean to ditch you but-“

Talia waves her off, not the least bit offended. She does however decide to call it a night herself and walks out with the “new” couple.

Kensi hops in the cab with Marty following in after her. She turns to look out the back window and sends her partner a wink.

When cab driver pull up into the driveway, Kensi decides it might be a little fun to continue this little game. “Oh, your house is so beautiful. Does it have a jacuzzi tub?”

“Why yes it does. I may even have a few candles and some bubbles as well.”

“Wow, you’re kinda romantic.”

“My wife doesn’t seem to mind it.”

Kensi smiles, bringing her lips to his.“She doesn’t mind it. She doesn’t it one bit.”

There’s suddenly a clearing of a throat and…“Look, could you two take this outside. I need to get back to work.”

They pull back from their kiss and try to stifle their laughter as Marty hands the cabbie some bills and pulls his wife out of the car.

She takes off her heels, catching him off guard as she starts to run up the path and towards the front door. She looks over her shoulder at him and shouts. “Last one naked has to eat chocolate off the other!”

The million watt smile that spreads to his face is just a glimpse of how she makes him feel everyday. He takes off running and quickly catches up to her in the foyer. Slamming the door closed, they begin to shed their clothes and the second part of their night finally begins.

Talia throws her arm over her partner’s shoulder, letting out a humorous laugh. “I didn’t think you were a prude or anything but dear god, Kinky Kensi is very accurate.”

A blush rises to her cheeks at her friend’s incredibly precise depiction of her life with her husband. What can she say other than, she loves her man and his body.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Deeks #Marty Deeks #What Happens Next?#NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic #AU #Talia DelCampo

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ellus986 · 5 years ago

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Don’t stop me now part 1

Roger Taylor x Reader

Warning: swearing, drinking, smoking, Truth or dare, using drugs, unprotected sex (guys if you are having a one night stand or what ever use condoms, we are not in the 80’s and you don’t want to get something from the other, or get pregnant!)

Comment: I know Brian, and Roger had kids at this time, but in my storyline they are not just kidless, but singles too.

July 1980

It is your 24th birthday, and you are flotting on a mat in the lake. You stayed for the weekend in Freddie’s lake house with your sister, her husband and his bandmates.

“Freddie, darling, could you put some sunscreen on my back?” You ask as you get out of the water. You lie down in the grass and get down your bikini top.

“Y/N!” Yells Veronica.

“What? It is just us!” You smirk.

“Let her be Veronica!” Chuckles Fred.

First noone understood why you two clicked so easily, almost instantly even there was that 10 years between you, but it got clear when one year ago you told your family you are bisexual, not like Freddie knew it, he just saw his younger -female- version of himself in you. You never spoke with your parents after this, but you find a new family in the boys along with your sister’s who never abonded you.

“Not like we didn’t run into the water naked last night!” You wink at the boys. You see how Roger, and Brian try to not look at Deacy, only Fred who smooths your back is laughing. Your sister never liked your free spirit, mostly when you were with the boys who are all over 30.

“Y/N!” Your sister yells at you again.

“What? I’m a young, and free woman, I can do what I want to do! If I want to get drunk and swim naked I can, and I will!” You look at her with the bigest smirk you ever had on your face. “I never started with taken men, or women so I don’t get why you are so over it. I just enjoy my life before settling down.” You get up and kiss her on the cheek. “You should enjoy the weekend too, you left the kiddos to the grandparents!” You giggle as you go in the house, still half naked.

You get out of the cold bathroom with hard nipples just to bump into Roger. His eyes are immediately gazing at your boobs. “My face is here big boy!” You put your finger under his jaw to lift it up.

“Sorry...” he mumbles but you can see on his face that he has no regrets.

“Don’t lie blondie!” You lick your bottom lip and you see how his eyes are draged to this motion.

“Well...” he steps closer and puts his hand on your waist, but gets cut off by the opening front door. As he steps back you turn and walk by Brian giggling.

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You did it again. As you get drunk with your new family it felt so natural. You danced with Deacy, and Veronica before they called it quit. Even he was the youngest man around you could see how parenting changed him in this habbit, so you stayed up with the old, drunk and single boys.

You are sitting in Brian’s lap when Fred yells. “Lets swim again!” He grabs your hand and you see how Roger is ahead of you, as you grab Brian’s hand to make him follow you.

All the boys are faster runners than you so you see three pair of pale asses as they are getting they clothes down and about to jump from the pier. You follow them naked too, jumping a bomb just between the three of them.

Freddie gives you a quick kiss on the lips, and swims away chuckling just as fast as he came to you, just before Roger grabs your hips and pulls you into his arms. You suprise him as you turn to him just before you bump into his chest, and put your arms around his neck. “What’s up blondie?” You give him a nasty smile.

“Nothin’...” he bites off the end of the word as you wrap your legs around his waist under the dark water.

“What? You’ve been bitten by a shark?” Jokes Brian, as he sees his face.

“Nope!” Roger shakes his head, and a moan almost leaves his lips as you wrap your legs more tightly on him. You can feel how his cock starts to get hard under your ass. As he wants to grab you, you slip out of his fingers and dive under the water. Your butt and other parts of your body are above water for a split second, just for him, just to teas him. You almost bump into Brian as you came up, you stole the vine from his hand, and sip from it, three or maybe four big sips. God, you started to get so waisted.

You feel Rogers fingers digging into your skin, before he grabs you, and pushes his chest and his erection into your back. “I want to taste some vine!” He says and before you could offer the glass he gets a little bit side way, pinches your jaw and locks his lips to yours.

It is a breath taking experince, but you kiss back. You hear Brian, but couldn’t care less. “Hey guys, give back the vine, don’t sit on it.” You feel how he grabs the bottle from your hand, but you don’t care just turn to Roger, while your lips aren’t parting from eachother at all.

You feel Brian’s fingers on your hips as he grabs you and pulls you away as Freddie does it with Roger. Now you collision into Brian’s chest. He could let you go, but his hands are still on you.

“Let me go, scientist!” You shake yourself, until he lets you go.

“Roger, darling, you can’t expropriate our beautiful baby girl!” Chuckles Fred.

“Come on Fred, like I’m the only one who would kiss her here!” Roger splashes some water on him. And the war begin.

“Oh God, look out for his hair!” You yell dramaticly pointing at Brian, and that’s the point you get involved in the war too. Brian grabs you and throw you in the water.

When your side starts to hurt from lauging, you get out of the water and get your lace panties up, and stole Roger’s shirt, and tie it just enough to not flash your nipples, and show of enough of your butt.

“Hey, where are you going?” Brian yells after you.

“For my scotch, and a cigarette!” You yell back, before you head to the table full with drinks and cigarettes. As you turn back, with a smoke cloud coming out of your mouth you see how the boys are getting out of the water. You consider yourself lucky, so many women want to see them naked, and you saw so many times already three of them -the last one can stay hiden from you forever- naked, even felt their naked body, still you are not a one night groupie.

“I think this dress wouldn’t look good on me!” Roger takes your flowery dress from the grass.

“Than just stick with only pants, like you not doing that usually!” You laugh. As he jumps into his shorts you see him sprint in your way. You put down your glass and start to run. You run giggling, but he is faster than you, so he jumps on you easily. The two of you fall into the grass, you are still giggling while he is on top of you. His fingers are vondering in your hair before he kisses you again. You hold into his waist so hard he moans into your mouth. You push him, and change position. Now you are on top of him, he has a good look at your boobs as you are leaning over him. “Don’t you think you shouldn’t get hard in front of our friends?” You wishper into his ear, and get up walking by slow enough so you can feel his eyes gazing on your bottom.

“Truth or dare?” Brian asks, and you raise an eyebrow at Freddie.

“You know I’m always in!” He holds an empty glass as he sits down on the pier.

“Blondie?” You look back to see him trying to place his prick in a less visible position, while his eyes are gazing still on your butt.

“Comin’!” He follows you, and sits next to you.

Fred spins the bottle and it is going on you, you know it will be something you won’t expect, and defenetly will make people upset. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” You nod before sip a big from your wishky.

“Kiss...” your jaw droped, he dares the most common thing you ever seen. “...Brian!” You feel the second shock getting trough your body.

“You don’t need ...” you cut off Brian’s words as you lean trough the circle put your hand in his wet, curly hair and kiss him. It is nice, defenetly not as wild, and hot as it is with Roger, but it is nice, very nice. He not just kisses you back, but slide his fingers into your wet locks.

“It was enough, it is your turn, brat!” You hear Roger behind you.

“Jelaous?” Asks Fred.

“Nooo!” He shakes his head, and as you sit back you look at him licking your top lip, and wink at him. Freddie cracks up in laughter, Brian start to feel uncomfortable, Roger is looking at you with mad eyes, and you just spin the glass. It stops on Freddie.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth!” He answers quick.

You think for some seconds, than ask. “Did you ever wanted to fuck me?” You ask and both of Brian’s and Roger’s eyes are wide open.

“I think you are pretty, but you are like a sister to me, never ever would be horny enough to fuck you!” He chuckles.

“Oh thank God! I feel the same!” You giggle.

Fred spins again, and now it stops at Roger.

“Truth or dare?” He asks, when he get a dare as an answer he continued. “Run naked around the lake!”

“No way, there is another houses there, someone else’s property!” He mumbles.

“Grandpa” you cough.

“You can call me anything, but it is something a grown up man can decide himself!” He says and you try not to laugh.

The game goes on and hidious request are made, but you can’t get out of your head Freddie’s to Roger. When it is your turn again you spin, and it stops on the blonde one.

“Dare or dare?” You ask with a nasty smile.

“Truth!” He looks at you with shock on his face.

“So you dare!” You mumble like he said nothing. “Old man run naked around the lake...but I do it with you too!” You add it as you see his face.

“What?” His jaw drops to the floor.

“I run naked with you around the lake if you dare to do it, old man!” You giggle.

“You called me an old man?” He gets close to you your lips are so close you can feel his breath.

“Yeah, I’m sure you won’t do it just because you are an old man!” You see in the corner of your eye that Fred is getting the camera from the table, as he sees Roger’s face. You know it too, you won.

He kisses you again, you see the camera flashing and you just show your middle finger to Freddie still kissing, flashing again. “Strip little girl, we are going to run!” He looks in your eyes, and those ocean blue eyes are burning your skin, making you wet between your legs, his look promises something more, something you couldn’t figure out yet.

You drop everything on the grass and start to run. “You are slow old man!” You turn back yelling, chuckling when he just gets down his shorts. He just about to caught you, when he slaps your ass, and you see again in perfect timing Freddie flashing. Your sister will die if she sees those pictures.

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You wake up naked, next to Roger, and his hand is on your breast, like it is his property. You have no time to wake up because Brian is opening the door. “Roger wake up, the breakfast is...” he stops as his eyes find you, naked, down covered by the blanket, at the top by Rog. “Sorry... didn’t know...” he stutters.

“Relax, you have seen more!” You giggle, while you drop the dead hand off, as you get up and put on your panties, and Roger’s shirt from yesterday. “He is all yours!” You say before Brian pulls him out of the bed by his legs.

You laugh as Bri walks out. “Good mornin’ blondie!”

“Mornin’... did we?” He asks as he realises he is naked.

“Old man you are not remembering? Nice. You can kiss me, but I didn’t let any of you fuck me!” You look at him with a smirk.

“I remember kissing you, I remember when you kissed Brian, when I kissed you again, and even our run, but after that...” he mumbles.

“You kissed me several times, slaped me on the ass maybe more than you should’ve and that is all, your room was on the floor mine up stairs, I stayed here after we kissed for a massive hour after everyone got to sleep!” You giggle.

“Oh that is great!” He gets his short on.

“Ooh, nice!” You wishper as you walk out of the room, close behind you with him.

“Good morning sunshines!” You greet loudly everyone at the counter.

“Good morning, Oh God what did you do sis?” Veronica looks at you with shock.

“Good to see you too, nothing I would regret!” You giggle.

“That does not limit anything!” Says your sister.

“Thank you sis! I did not let him into my pants if you want to know that, or any of them, I’m not a slut, but thank you!” You look at her with mad eyes.

“You came out of his room, in his shirt...” she mumbles.

“Yeah we slept together but beside kissing nothing happend! And kissing did happend during Truth or dare, thanks to Fred!” You giggle.

“I dared you to kiss Brian!” He chuckles.

“And you did?” Asks your sister.

“Ooh, don’t be prude it was just a kiss!” You slap on the table.

“You making me question your none-slut life!” She answers.

“I dared, but that is all, I didn’t lied in Brian’s bed like fuck me now, and never will!” You look at her like you want to kill her. She always speaks about you like you did everything so wrong, even you just lived your life freely.

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You are sitting in your apartment with vine in your hand, and a joint in your mouth. It is a saturday night, and you are around people you don’t know, as your roommate has a party. Not like you are not having fun, you just miss the people you knew. As a young guy sits next to you, puts his hands around your shoulder, you decide that you need to call one person that is on your mind, you jump up and leave him without a word.

The phone is ringing, and you are druming with your fingers on the table. “Hallo?” You hear his sleepy voice.

“Old man, I’m drunk and bored, you can’t sleep now, I need your company here!” You say.

“Where?” He asks, and you can hear as his skinny jeans are pulled up.

“My apartment!” You mumble.

“Shit that is across the town!” He says.

“My company isn’t worth it?” You ask, like an innocent little girl, even he knows you better than believe your act.

“Little girl, your company always worth it, you know that!” Something is in his voice that you can’t figure it, but as high you are not even really try to.

“Get in your car, I miss your face, blondie!” You moan into the phone.

“On my way!” He says as he puts the phone down.

You get into your room and brush your hair, make sure your boobs are looking great, and your room is not that big of a mess. You lie down on your bed, and lose track of time for a little bit, to get knock back go reality by your roommate. “Y/N, honey some old dude is saying you called him here, can you come?” She asks, and you are jumping up with the brightest smile, she looks at you like you gone mad.

“Roger!” You scream even before you could see him in the door way. As your eyes meet up with his, you run and jump on him, your legs are around his waist your arms around his neck.

“If I know you greet me like this I came even faster!” He laughs into your mouth as he kisses you. “You are drunk, am I right?”

“Drunk, high... can’t name which more...” you giggle, but he just start to walk with you to the room you just runned out.

He sits you down on the bed, and gets on his knees. “What did you get high on, Silly little girl?” He asks little worried, as you don’t answers he shakes you a little and asks again. “What drug did you take, love?”

“Relax old man, don’t arrest me for smoking please!” You chuckle, and you can see how he relaxes about it.

“So you didn’t get anything just alcohol and weed?” He asks with a moppet on his face.

“Yeah, want some?” You ask and climb trough your bed to get your hiden joint from your sidetable. But as you get it out you feel Rog behind you grabing you into his arms.

“I want some, but not from the weed...” he wishpers into your ear.

“Nasty old man!” You giggle. “I wanted to party with you, didn’t called just for fucking!”

“Not just for fucking?” He kisses your back as you sit up.

“Old man, don’t think I’m a slut, more less likely your slut!” You get out of his arms and go back to the party. Elena, one of your best friend just runs to you and kisses you, you kiss back. You can hear Roger’s sigh behind you.

“Oh Hi there, I’m Elena, and you are...” she holds her hand out.

“Oohm... I’m Roger!” He stutters.

“Wait, Oh God I’m drunk as fuck it seems!” She chuckles. “I even were on one of your concerts...” she says before walking away.

“How long are you drinking?” He asks.

“Like maybe three hours, but I don’t need anything to drink to kiss her!” You laugh.

“Come here my none-slut!” He grabs you before he kisses you.

“When Fred kisses me on my mouth do you think I’m a slut?” You ask with a curious face.

“No I’m not!” He answers with a serious look.

“Than why now, when she is just as a good friend of mine?” You ask little hurten.

“I never thought you are a slut, you are a young woman enjoying your life, as it should be enjoyed by everyone!” He smooths out some hair of your face. “I know you for a while now, and know that you play easy, but not really are!” He kisses your cheek. “If you would be I would have been able to fuck you a year ago when I kissed you first!”

“Oh true, you try to get into my pants for a year now! And my sister still thinks I’m a slut...” you laugh bitter sweet.

“She does not, but you wanted to party with me! Where is my drink?” He pokes you, and you walk him to the kitchen holding hands. You jump up to sit on the tiny counter and reach for the vine you had next to you, give it into his hand, but as you wished he steps between your legs instead and kisses you deep, like no other ten people are standing in the same room, like only the two of you are there. “And to be fair, I wanted to get into your pants even before I kissed you!” His hands are so tight on your waist you are sure about that you will be waking up with marks tomorrow.

“Maybe about to succeed...” you wishper, and you see his eyebrows raising, but he says nothing about it. He drinks a big sip from the bottle you gave him, and kisses you again, and drinks again, kisses you again, and drinks again and so on.

“You want to really easily get drunk!” You chuckle as he finishes the bottle, you are already siping on a champagne, feeling dizzy.

“Can you blame me?” He laughs. “I could be the father of some of these kids!” His smoky voice is just so desperate.

“Your voice just fucking turns me on!” You moan, and you hear the boy next to you choke on his drink.

“You don’t care what am I saying, right?” He bits your bottom lip.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know you feel old... don’t!” You giggle.

“Your roommate said some old dude is here for you and you screamed my name, without a doubt it can be anyone else...” you can still tell that it is hurting his feelings.

“She called John an old dude a week ago when he picked me up for the lake house trip, and I only called you to come here for me, so I had no doubt that my sexy blonde old man came to save me from these fetuses here!” You giggle.

“Fetuses? You speak?” He asks.

“It does not bothered you when your hand was on my naked boobs!” You giggle into his mouth. “You see that fetus in the corner?” You point to the guy who was sitting next to you in the living room,and you continue as he nods. “He tried to hit on me, that was the moment I realised no boys - beacouse I can’t call them mans - are good enough for me here!” You giggle.

“And I’m?” He turns back to you.

“Hey rockstar you are doubting yourself?” You laugh with your head falling back.

“Maybe for a minute!” He bits your neck.

“Speak on this smoky voice, and I cum without you even touching me!” You wishper in his ear, before you bit it.

“Say it again, and than the party is over for you!” He pinches your jaw between his fingers.

“Say anything and I’m lost anyway!” You moan into his neck as you put your legs tight around his waist again, his hand is under your bottom, and you feel how hard he is.

“What’s about I want to fuck you now?” He says it with even more smokier voice, just to teas you.

“What’s about what the hell keeps you back?” You kiss him, and he moans into your lips.

“I guess nothing!” He gets you down the counter, and walks with you on him, still kissing you, into your room. You hear Elena’s applause in the back, she listened to you when you spoke about your teasy life next to Rog, and always wanted you to let him in. And now you are excatly on that plan. You get down his shirt button by button after he closed the door behind you. He drops you to your bed, way more violent than an hour ago, but you like it. He hook his fingers into your shorts, and panties at the same time and strips you. He unknots the shirt you had on, and asks in shock. “Is it my shirt?” When you nod he continues as he drops it to on the floor. “I was looking for it for a while!”

“You left it at John’s I needed to sleep in something and he gave me that. Now it is mine!” You giggle.

“We will speak about that... Oh girl, do you know how beautiful you are?” He asks as he watches you naked on the bed while he is getting down his jeans.

“Nasty old man, you came without a boxer?” You giggle as you sit up to be in perfect line with his hard member. You close your hand around them, and he closes his eyes. “What made you this hard?”

“You, baby girl!” He moans as you start to trust him.

“Just me old man? Noone else out there?” You are so close to his cock that he can feel your breath, and it is making him crazy.

“Noone is close to you, doll!” He moans.

“Noone?” You teas him.

“Noone!” He mumbles, and you put your lips around his prick, still holding it in your left hand, while your right hand is slowly moving up on his leg to his balls. You just squeeze them as he grabs your hair to dominate over you. You moan as your wishes are coming true. He fucks your mouth, and you can’t help just play with your tongue, and moan every fucking second. He cups your face and gets on his knees to kiss you first on your lips, than on your neck, followed by your collarbone, and your breast. He cups one and kiss the other, than changes, but won’t stay long before he kisses your stomach and push your legs, to make you spread them the most for him.

“Do you like it old man?” You ask, when his eyes are wondering on your pubic.

“Oh little girl, you can’t imagine how many times did I dream about it!” He moans.

“I thought you could get anyone... why would you dream about me?” You ask half joking half serious.

“But I couldn’t get you, that is why!” He moans not even thinking what he says, as he just licks you for the first time. He moans and you close your eyes.

“So you just want one more girl you fucked?” You giggle.

“Oh girl, we are way over that line!” He chuckles like a defeated man. “You are not just one in the line...” he moans into you before his tongue starts the work. You scream as he can make wonders with his mouth. “So sweet...are you this wet for me, or anyone else here?” He asks on that smoky voice and you whin.

“Oh God, Roger for you!” You moan as he licks you so deep.

“Only for me?” He teases you as he stops.

“Yes, Yes, Yes only for you old man, please!” You put your fingers in his hair but he grabs your wrist and pushes it into the bed.

“What you are begging for?” He lick on more time before pushes you into the bed, laying on your back, he leans over you and holds your hands above your head.

“For you to fill me up!” You whin.

“My baby girl is so desperate, am I right?” He kisses you, before he pinches your chin.

“Yes, old man I want you to fill me up!” You almost scream as you feel his cock sliding in your wetness between your legs.

“With what?” He teases you more.

“Please Roger, fuck me!” You beg as you can’t take it anymore.

He situates himself in a perfect place to slide into you, but before he would do that he slides one finger in, as you curl your back he puts in another and trust in you so fast, you just fall from the edge and cum. “Oh little girl, you cum without me?” He asks and as you nod he slides into you. “Now you need to cum on me!” He kisses you, still holding your hands above your head. He fuckes you hard, and couldn’t look away, as couldn’t you as both of you are sweaty, pounding mess right now . You looked in his deep, blue eyes when you fall from the edge again, it was so intense you just screamed even you know there where planty of people out there hearing you now beside the loud music. “Good girl!” He says and finally lets go of your hands, so you can scratch his back, to make him move faster and harder. You can’t decide your last orgasm even ended when you feel the need to tighten around him again, but now you know he is close too. “Y/N!” He moans and make you fall one more time from the edge, as he fills you up.

“Roger!” You scream as you shiver under him. As he rolles down you hear I’m in love with my car playing in the living room, and you start to laugh. Elena and her humor.

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When you almost done with making breakfast Elena walks behind you and hugs you. “Morning sex machine, ready to reload!”

“Morning my sweet friend!” You giggle and give her a plat full of scrambled eggs. “Eat!”

“You are a life saver!” She kisses your cheek. “It was this good?”

“You mean the first, the second or the third one?” You smirk at her.

“I told you, you should do it!” She giggles as she steps over the people still sleeping on the floor.

“Mornin’ girls!” Walks Roger in the kitchen.

“Good morning!” Comes the answer in choir.

He kisses your neck and you handle him a plat too. “Thank you!” He puts his other hand on his forhead.

“Hang over?” Asks Elena.

“Maybe...” he nods. “But I guess this will help.” He says as he sits down to eat. You sit down next to them. “You won’t eat?”

“I’m not hungry yet!” You answer.

As both of them finished they breakfast you get them coffee. You make one with milk and sugar for Elena, and one for Roger just plan black. “You know me!” He looks up at you when you put it in front of him. “Thank you!” He puts his hand on your arm, it feels intimate.

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Dance baby, dance baby

Shake your hips

Go down to the pier

And get some fish and chips

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lovingzombiechaos · 7 years ago

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The Mulligan Chapter 4

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

As always NSFW. Word Count: 1700 Summary: Nayna and William reunite.

Also, I hate tumblr’s formatting. What a PITA.

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She pulled her jacket tighter around her as the wind whipped her skirt around her thighs. Stuffing her hands under her armpits, she danced from one foot to the other. Her eyes stayed glued to the pier where her husband’s ship was moored.

Soon he would walk off the ship, towards her and she would have to start anew. Her mind raced a thousand miles an hour, images of her and William flashing through her brain. It only made her heart beat faster and her soul ache. Beside her the other wives huddled in groups, whispering about the chill of the May morning and occasionally shooting her furtive glances. She pointedly ignored them, as she always had. She needed less drama in her life, not more.

Especially now.

Her insides were all twisted as she craned her neck to peer over the crowd. God, they needed to call liberty already. She was tired of the jitters running from her heart to her belly. Tired of shaking every time she thought about him.

Up until that morning, she hadn’t known she wanted him so bad. Even at their worst, they were still great friends. She never realized how much she missed him until he was a stone’s throw away. It was the same with Lexie.

She’d never handled loss all that well. When her father died it was tragic, but she’d forced herself to move on. Just as she had with the ending of the world. Just as she had when the world began again. What was the point of wallowing in it all?

Her phone buzzed from her purse. She pulled it out. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe.” William’s gentle tones made her heart clench.

“Hi,” she said in the shakiest of voices.

“My phone died.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He hesitated. “They’re about to call liberty.”

“I’m here near the turnstile thing, near the front parking lot.” She cleared her throat and turned away from the crowd.

“Should be a half-hour at most.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t freeze to death before I get there.”

“Only after. Got it.” She tugged on a stray piece of hair.

“See you soon. Bye, babe.”

“Bye.”

They hung up and she pressed the phone to her chest with trembling hands. Shit, she needed to get it the fuck together.

It didn’t take long for the mass exodus from the ship to begin. Nayna felt herself being jostled and bumped as happy, happy reunions took place all around her. She hoped William wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She wanted him. She didn’t want that divorce. What if he did? She didn’t know if her heart could take it.

She blinked and then, he was there, walking towards her with an armful of roses and a tentative smile. She pushed past the crowd and met him halfway, arms outstretched to grab his backpack from his already overburdened person, though she craved a hug.

He misinterpreted her eagerness to help for an embrace and she grunted when her body thumped against his. He smelled like boat. She wrinkled her nose into his whites. Boat and William. And his breath was as awful as it was when he graduated boot camp. She laughed in his shoulder.

“That bad?”

“Awful.”

She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He turned his face and her forehead connected with his nose.

“Ow! Fuck,” he said, stepping back and clapping his free hand over his nose.

Meanwhile, she rubbed the back of her hand on her forehead and started to giggle.

William shook his head and sniffed. “Zero days accident free. Here I am, home again and you’re already abusing me.”

His cheeky grin and twinkling eye only made her laugh harder. People were looking at them, but for once, she didn’t care. Nayna slipped the backpack from his shoulder and hoisted it onto her back. She thrust out her hand for his laptop case and slung that over her shoulder. She cocked her head to the side and headed for the parking lot, preferring to have their true reunion in the privacy of her car.

“Hey, wait,” he called after her. “I can carry that stuff.”

She grinned at him over her shoulder. “You can carry your duffel and my flowers.”

After they’d safely tucked his things away and shut the trunk, William grabbed her hands, his dark eyes searching her face. “I don’t want to divorce you.”

A rush of warmth nearly overwhelmed her. “I know.”

The relief on his face was evident and she reached up to cup his soft shaven cheek. He closed his eyes and turned his face into her palm, giving it a dry kiss.

“Thank you.”

“This doesn’t let you off the hook for the shit you said to me.”

“I know.” His voice was hoarse. “I was a shit husband.”

“You still are. But I forgive you.”

“Thank you.”

“I was a shit wife too. So, we’re King and Queen of Shit Mountain.”

He chuckled. “I forgive you too, Queen Shitface.”

“Let’s go home.”

He opened his eyes and pushed her hand from his face. His arm came around her waist and his own hand tilted her face up as he claimed his mouth for her own.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she marveled on the differences and similarities between William’s lips and Negan’s. Both were soft and warm. However, William’s kiss was filled with familiarity and love, whereas Negan’s was full of lust and a strange sense of security.

He broke off the kiss and left her heart aching. Her fingers had coiled themselves into his blouse. She smoothed her fingers down the crumpled material, marveling at how warm and solid he was.

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She thought she’d never see him again, thought there would forever be a hole in her heart where he was supposed to live. Seeing and feeling him made her realize she’d missed him more than she knew.

His thumb swiped along her lower lash line. “Hey, silly wife. I’m here. Don’t do that.” His voice carried that indulgent tone he used only with her and it made her smile.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” She tugged him down by the scarf and he obliged her with a sweet and gentle touch of his lips.

“Come on, let’s go home.” He tugged her back to the driver’s side and propped the door open with his hip.

She pawed at him. “You’re going to get your whites dirty. You know what a bitch they are to clean.”

He chuckled. “Fuck the whites, Meghan. I want to go home. Lie in bed. Fart on you a little bit.”

She sniffed. “God, you’re so unromantic.” Nayna slipped into the car and squinted up at him. “Norfolk home or Quantico home?”

He leaned down and nuzzled her face. “Home is where you are, babe.”

Her face relaxed into the first genuine smile she’d felt all week. “I love you.”

Cupping her jaw with his free hand, he rubbed his thumb along her lower lip. “I love you too. That’s the only reason I’ll ever consider taking any shit duty in Quantico.”

“What?”

“Unicorn fucking orders. Pulled some strings. You are one lucky motherfucker, babe.”

“You mean I don’t have to transfer down to shitty Norfolk?”

He grinned. “I heard it’s not that shitty. And it’s cheaper to live down here.”

She scrunched her face. “Mayhaps.”

“You just want to live near Lexie.”

“Duh, she’s my soulmate. Get in the damn car so we can leave this stupid place. Long ass drive home.”

“Soulmate, huh?” He put his hands on his hips.

She giggled. “Oh, don’t be a big baby. You don’t even believe in soulmates.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” He swiped a finger over the tip of her nose and sauntered over to the other side of the car. When he was properly buckled in she put the car in gear.

When she drove down yesterday, she assumed all these problems were little problems. Things that didn’t mean anything compared to the death and turmoil she’d faced already. And yet, she found herself extraordinarily grateful to him. She knew none of the shit mattered at the end of the day, and yet there he was, making concessions for what she wanted. It made her happy.

Had he grown up? Or was it because she stopped caring?

She pulled out of the lot and they rode in relative silence. He kept one hand on her thigh, though it felt heavy and awkward, she liked it.

For William, it had only been months since they’d been together last. For Nayna, it had been years. She would have to get used to his affectionate gestures again. All those years of shutting people out made her wince at anyone’s touch. Especially Negan’s, as his was directly affectionate. Even in ways William had never been.

She cast a furtive glance his way. He looked the same as ever. Dark eyes with impossibly long lashes, even longer than hers. Full lips underneath a sparse mustache, the only facial hair he was allowed. Determined chin and jaw. Heavy brow, that always made him look like he was thinking. And all that soft tufty hair. Baby chick hair, she always teased him.

He hadn’t changed one bit. But she had. This morning as she stood in the hotel room to get ready, she took a look at herself. A good long, hard look. And it shocked her how different she appeared.

There was no longer the hollowness of her cheeks, nor the anger or hunger in her eyes. Her face was fuller, rounder and her brows had been waxed and plucked until there was nary a stray hair to be seen. Still thick, but no longer unruly. Her skin was as pale as it used to be and the smattering of freckles on her nose were barely visible.

Looking in the mirror reminded her she was no longer Nayna. She was Meghan again. Meghan Hunter-Riganti. She was someone she didn’t know anymore. There she was trapped between two worlds. On one hand there was William, her lover, mate, husband. On the other, there was Nayna—the wild, untamable girl she’d come to love more than anything in the world.

She hoped she could have both.

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A Definitive Ranking Of "Twenty-Four Italian Songs And Arias"

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A Definitive Ranking Of "Twenty-Four Italian Songs And Arias"

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24. “Alma del core” by Antonio Caldara

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What it means, basically: I like you. I really like you. KISS ME.

From La constanza in amor vince l’inganno, this aria’s tepid melody manages to make the joyous emotions of love sound dreary and mundane. Caldara just confirms that pastoral relationships are a total snooze-fest.

23. “Non posso disperar” by Giovanni Battista Bononcini

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What it means, basically: I know you said you’re not into me, but I like you so much it hurts.

This aria tries to worm its way into your heart with an interesting tune, but it’s creepy to the core. The eerie tone ensures most singers won’t touch it with a 10-foot pole.

22. “Vergin, tutto amor” by Francesco Durante

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What it means, basically: Hey, Virgin Mary, please be chill about the sinners.

Not your best work, Durante. This song might get you into heaven, but it’s hard to win over even the most pious audience if they’re asleep before the second chord.

21. “Lasciatemi morire!” by Claudio Monteverdi

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What it means, basically: Let. Me. DIE.

Thank god this aria from “Ariana” is a one-pager. It’s not often that the audience wants to die, too.

20. “Come raggio di sol” by Antonio Caldara

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What it means, basically: I might be smiling on the outside, but I am a HOT MESS on the inside.

While the lyrics might be relatable to some, this tune always ends up sounding like a total dirge. “Come raggio di sol” is the Debbie Downer of Italian art songs.

19. “Se Florindo Ã¨ fedele” by Alessandro Scarlatti

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What it means, basically: I’m hard to get, but if Florindo wants to be exclusive, I’m down.

This is a jolly aria, but since Scarlatti makes four appearances in this book, he’s competing against himself. This time, he loses.

18. “Le Violette” by Alessandro Scarlatti

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What it means, basically: Don’t be so shy, babe. Let me hit on you.

This jaunty number has a great beat and delightful melody. It might have gotten higher marks if it didn’t rely on the cliché of equating women to flowers. That was tired even in 17th century.

17. “PietÃ , Signore” by Alessandro Stradella

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What it means, basically: Lord have mercy.

This is a dark, churchy song for the guiltiest of souls. It’s kind of a cosmic bummer. The next time you do something awful, like hooking up with your best friend’s ex, blast this and beg for forgiveness.

16. “Pur dicesti, o bocca bella” by Antonio Lotti

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What it means, basically: Yeah, that sweet mouth finally said “yes”.

For one of the few pieces in the book about requited love, this song is awfully bashful. But that’s to be expected from a choir boy like Lotti. Still, it’s not bold enough for what could totally be your make out anthem.

15. “Il mio bel foco” by Francesco Bartolomeo Conti

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What it means, basically: My love flame burns for you, and only you, babe.

It’s easy to get swept up in this seductive proclamation of love. It manages to be seductive and robust at the same time. The only thing holding it back is that fake-ass recitative at the beginning.

14. “Che fiero costume” by Giovanni Legrenzi

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What it means, basically: Love is awesome, and totally not the blind baby everyone said it was.

This tune can really get your blood flowing and your hips shaking. Still, the whole weird blind baby metaphor keeps it from being the dance hit that it could be.

13. “Nel cor piÃ¹ non mi sento” by Giovanni Paisiello

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What it means, basically: Love is literally making me crazy.

From L’amor contrastato, ossia La molinara, this darling aria is pretty cutesy for a song about insanity. It’s a little safe and sugary for a song about how loves bites, pinches, and pricks you.

12. “Nina” by Giovanni Battista Pergolesi

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What it means, basically: Nina hasn’t gotten out of bed for three days. Someone blast this music and wake her the fuck up.

Poor, poor Nina. She can’t even hear this great song that was written for her. Pergolesi hits you right in the feels with this brooding tune. This is the quintessential rainy day art song.

11. “Sebben, crudele” by Antonio Caldara

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What it means, basically: I’m gonna play the waiting game until you lower your standards.

This aria from La costanza in amor vince l’inganno is the ultimate anthem for unrequited love. Though it’s a little gloomy, Caldara brightens it up here and there to remind you to never give up hope.

10. “Amarilli mia bella” by Giulio Caccini

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What it means, basically: Amarilli, babe, I totally love you. Seriously, rip open my chest, your name’s written on my heart.

Caccini set a new standard for musical orgasms by writing this sultry song that has the power to get anyone in the mood. Once you hear that final “amore” your panties practically drop themselves.

9. “O cessate di piagarmi” by Alessandro Scarlatti

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What it means, basically: You’re colder than ice and you make me want to die.

From Il Pompeo, this morose little aria perfectly captures overwhelming sadness without being a total drag. Play it when your crush doesn’t text you back and you need to let those tears out.

8. “Vittoria, mio core!” by Giacomo Carissimi

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What it means, basically: Good job, heart. We’re finally over that bitch.

Love sucks, and everyone can relate to a good break-up song, especially one as cheerful as this. Carissimi truly had a timeless hit on his hands.

7. “Se tu m’ami, se sospiri” by Alessandro Parisotti

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What it means, basically: It’s great that you like me, but if you think I’m going to give up other dudes, you’re sorely mistaken.

There’s some debate over whether this flirty tune is by Parisotti or Pergolesi, which gives this piece a seductive air of mystery. Who knew an Italian art song could be so coy?

6. “GiÃ il sole dal Gange” by Alessandro Scarlatti

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What it means, basically: The sun makes things pretty.

This aria from L’honestà negli amori has a toe-tapping beat and a saccharine melody that will have you prancing with unicorns and vomiting rainbows in no time.

5. “O del mio dolce ardor” by Christoph Willibald Gluck

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What it means, basically: I’ll find someone, someday. Maybe.

Originally from Paride ed Elena, this aria loses a few authenticity points for being written by a non-Italian. Still, Gluck managed to capture the Italian musical spirit by writing a thrilling song about being a loveless loser.

4. “Danza, danza, fanciulla gentile” by Francesco Durante

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What it means, basically: Dance, girl. Dance to my singing.

This jig earns its high spot by being the most booty-shakin’ tune in the whole book. Durante’s had people gyrating in auditorium chairs for centuries.

3. “Per la gloria d’adorarvi” by Giovanni Battista Bononcini

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What it means, basically: Those eyes, girl. Dayum.

From the opera Griselda to the stage of Jewel, this glorious aria set the bar high for songs about eyes. Van Morrison ain’t got nothin’ on Bononcini.

2. “Tu lo sai” by Giuseppe Torelli

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What it means, basically: You def know that I like you, so can we just be exclusive already?

Torelli truly delivered the drama with this piece. Never has there been a more gripping, heart-wrenching song about confronting your crush. Bring out the tissues!

1. “Caro mio ben” by Tommaso Giordani

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What it means, basically: Bae, my heart’s sad without you.

“Caro mio ben” is the bread and butter of classical singers. Everyone’s done it, and everyone loves it. You may also recognize this tune from Raise Your Voice, further proof that this exquisite melody will continue to transcend genres for years to come.

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/ninamohan/a-definitive-ranking-of-twenty-four-italian-songs-and-arias

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