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Limoncello - Chapter 10
Pairing: Nick Folio x OFC (Maeve)
Warnings: Fluff, kissing, fish, flirting, sexual tension if you squint, scary stuff at the end, MDNI
Word Count: 1.8k
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“Heaven’s hiding barely out of frame, but Hell embraces like a hurricane.” ~ Thousand Below, Hell Finds You Everywhere
Maeve awoke late the next morning with arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Gentle kisses and warm breath tickled her neck. “G’morning,” she murmured, smiling, voice raspy from sleep.
“Good morning, doll,” Nick rasped into her neck. “You sleep well?”
“Mhm,” she hummed, turning to face him. “Did you?”
“Slept like a baby,” he grinned. He moved his arms so that she could face him fully, then rested a hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb across the sliver of skin exposed from her shirt riding up. Nick’s hair was tussled, his eyes sleepy, and his goofy smile was spread across his face like he’d just won the lottery. To him, he had.
“How’s your hand?” she questioned. She placed her hand on his bicep and ran it down his arm until she reached his hand, grabbing it and moving it from her hip to in front of her.
“It’s a little sore,” Nick shrugged. “I’m not too worried about it.” He watched fondly as she inspected the bandage that was still securely in place around his knuckles. With a gentle touch and focused gaze, she began to unwrap his hand to check the wound underneath.
“It looks a little better,” she commented under her breath once she could see the wound. She set the bandage on her nightstand before she pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles as she made eye contact with him.
Nick felt his heart jump into his throat and his eyes began to crinkle from how hard he was smiling. “It’s all thanks to you,” he grinned. He took his hand from her gentle hold and used it to pull her closer to him. “Best nurse ever,” he chuckled before pulling her in for a kiss.
Maeve giggled against his lips as she kissed back, her hands moving to cup his face. The kiss was soft and slow. Both of them kept accidentally breaking the kiss because they couldn’t stop smiling.
Nick was the first to fully pull away. “Can I take you fishing today?”
“I don’t really know how to fish,” Maeve shrugged. “But I’ll come with you.”
“I’ll teach you,” Nick sat up excitedly. “This is gonna be sick.”
“Slow your roll,” Maeve giggled, sitting up. “I need coffee and food first.”
After a quick breakfast, Maeve sat in the passenger’s seat of Nick’s truck with the air conditioner blasting while Nick loaded up the poles, chairs, tackle boxes, and a cooler filled with water and beer. It was absolutely precious how excited he was to take her fishing. He hadn’t stopped smiling once, rushing around to get everything they needed packed up like a kid helping pack the car for Disneyland. The next thing she knew, the driver’s side door swung open and Nick plopped into the seat. “You ready?” he chirped, buckling his seatbelt with a quickness.
“Ready.”
Nick plugged his phone into the aux and put on a mix of 90s and early 2000s country music before peeling out of the driveway. His right hand made purchase on Maeve’s thigh for the majority of the drive, which took about 30 minutes. It felt like no time at all as they laughed and joked all the way to the lake.
When they arrived, Maeve tried to get out of the truck. Nick stopped her. “Ah ah ah,” he patted her thigh. “Don’t touch that door.” Maeve furrowed her eyebrows at him as he got out of the truck and ran to the passengers side to open the door for her. He offered her his hand.
She grabbed it with a giggle. “Thank you,” she chirped, getting out of the truck with his help and pressing a quick kiss to his check. She didn’t miss the way his face flushed.
Maeve stood by as he unloaded the truck. He was trying to figure out how to carry everything in one trip, and struggling.
“Nick,” Maeve laughed. “Let me help.”
“No way, doll,” he grunted, trying again to adjust his grip and ultimately failing. “Shit.”
“Please?” she asked with a slight whine to her voice, eyes wide and lips pouted.
Nick looked up at her and nearly dropped everything he was holding. “Fuck, you’re so cute,” his lips curved up into a smile. “Fine. C’mere and grab something.”
She smiled victoriously as she walked over to him. She pushed her prescription sunglasses up the bridge of her nose before she took the lawn chairs and tackle box off his hands, her own bag hanging on her shoulder. He was left to carry the poles and the cooler, which was definitely the heaviest thing he’d brought. They then started the short hike to Nick’s favorite spot on the lake.
Once everything was set down, Nick pulled Maeve close and pressed a long kiss to her lips. His hands held onto her hips while hers snaked around his neck. “What was that for?” she asked, giggling, once he pulled away.
“For helping me,” he pecked her lips. “And for coming with me.”
They pulled away from each other and Nick unfolded both of the chairs. He sat down and started to set up the poles. Maeve got her sunscreen out of her bag and began to apply it. When she was done, she stood in front of Nick. “Babe,” she said.
He looked up at her with a smile, eyes sparkling. “What’s up, doll?”
“Let me put sunscreen on you.”
“I don’t burn. I’ll be okay.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Nick, you need sunscreen.”
“Alright,” he chuckled, setting the pole he was working on to the side. “Go for it.”
Maeve smiled and sat down on his lap, facing him, not noticing how his eyes turned into saucers as she did. She put sunscreen in her hands and gently spread it on his face, ears, and neck, rubbing it into his skin with a soft touch. She did his arms next and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “All done,” she stood up.
Nick cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Thank you, baby,” he breathed, face burning hot. He went back to setting up the poles. When he was done, he handed one to her, leaving the other leaned up against the chair. “I’m gonna teach you how to cast, okay?”
Maeve awkwardly held the pole and nodded at him. He led her to the edge of the water. He adjusted her hands so that her left hand held the bottom of the grip and the right hand was above it near the reel. “Just keep your hands here,” he murmured as he adjusted them. “Now, take your right pointer finger and press the line against the pole,” he instructed. She followed his instruction. “Good,” he hummed. “Now, take your left hand off the pole.” She did. “Now, flick the reel up.” He guided her hand to the correct part of the reel and she flicked it up.
“Good job, doll,” he praised. Her face was red. “Put your left hand back on the pole.” When she did that, he continued. “You’re going to swing the pole over your shoulder, don’t let go of the line.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands over hers to guide her motion. “Now, swing it forward and let go of the line. Flick the reel back down when it hits the water.” He guided her arms to swing the pole forward and helped her carry through and finish the cast. Satisfied, he kissed her cheek with a huge, goofy smile. “Great job, baby.” Then he grabbed his own pole and casted.
“Now what?” Maeve asked, holding back a smile as she reminded herself to breathe.
“We wait,” Nick shrugged.
It took a while for the fish to start biting. Maeve got the first bite. The top of her pole began to bend. “Nick,” she squeaked. “What do I do?”
He looked over, “Reel it in.” He stepped closer to her and held his pole between his legs as he helped her. The fish flopped as it was reeled into shore. Maeve squealed when it was finally out of the water. She held the pole while Nick worked to get it off of the hook. “Look at that,” he smiled proudly. “First catch of the day. Wanna hold it?”
She smiled wide, “Yeah, actually. I kinda do.”
“Alright,” he moved the fish closer to her. “Put your thumb in its mouth and pinch.”
She did as directed and Nick pulled his hand away once she had a good grip. She giggled as she held it, “Holy shit.” Then it started to flop around in her grip, splashing her with water. She squealed and held it further away from herself. “Take it,” she squealed. “I don’t wanna hold it anymore.”
Nick laughed and laughed hard as he took the fish back and tossed it back into the water. “You big baby,” he teased.
The rest of the day was spent fishing and drinking. Nick even chased Maeve around with one of the fish he caught just so she’d scream and laugh. That resulted with him getting pushed into the water, and her getting pulled down with him.
When they returned home, the sun was setting. It would be dark in no time. “Do you wanna come over and hang out?” Nick asked her as they turned down their street.
“Yes,” she chirped. “But I need to shower first. I’ll come over after.”
“That’s fair,” Nick nodded, parking the truck. “I should do that too.”
“Yeah you should,” Maeve teased. “You stink.”
Nick rolled his eyes playfully, “We’re here. Go shower. And be quick because I already miss you.”
Maeve gave Nick a quick kiss before grabbing her bag and hopping out of the truck.
Maeve went into her house and locked the door behind her before rushing to her bathroom to take a shower. It was a relatively quick shower. She did her skincare right after. By the time she walked into her bedroom and put on a cute lounge set, it was dark outside. She threw her hair into a ponytail and was ready to go.
Just as she reached her bedroom door to leave, she heard glass shatter. She figured it was likely a window. She nearly jumped out of her skin. In the heat of the moment, she was somehow able to keep herself from screaming. Frozen in fear, she heard a chilling voice, taunting her.
“Honey, I’m home,” the creepy voice sang.
She instantly sprung into action. She knew that voice anywhere. Gripping her phone tightly in her hand, she locked her bedroom door and quickly made it into her closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. She hid herself in a pile of clothes that were on the floor as she heard heavy footsteps booming throughout her home, headed straight for her room. “You can’t hide from me,” the voice shouted threateningly. With trembling fingers, she pulled up her and Nick’s text messages.
‘I need help. Call 911.’
She sent the text before calling 911 herself. Her eyes welled up with tears as she silently prayed that someone would get to her before Tanner did.
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The gracious @sinkingteethinwhitenoise allowed me to make her OC, Maeve Meadows from her fantastic BO fic: Limoncello 💛
She was so much fun to create in Sims 4!
Check out Limoncello here
Sims CC:
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*I will do better tagging my sims cc, I have a lot and am new to posting sims content.
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chapter 14
<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next ->
The wait is over im so sorry bc of how late this comes up i've been so bad lately with struggles in both mentally and with my cronical kidney disease. BUT HERE'S THE PIERRE FT ANNOYING/RUDE GF Hope you like it <3 <3
The sun hung high over the picturesque landscape of Cinque Terre, Italy, as the Leclerc family, along with their friends, basked in the warmth of another summer day. Yn and her twin brother, Charles, giggled as they ran along the pebbled beach, their laughter mingling with the sound of crashing waves.
"Race you to the rocks!" Charles challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Yn grinned, her competitive spirit ignited. "You're on!"
"Charles, slow down!" Yn called out, chuckling as she tried to keep up with his energetic pace.
Their younger brother, Arthur, trailed behind them, his laughter ringing out as he tried to keep up. Lorenzo, the eldest of the siblings, watched fondly from a distance, content in the company of their parents and friends
Charles grinned, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Where are Mom and Dad?"
"They said they'd meet us by the gelato stand," Yn replied, scanning the area
As the afternoon sun began to dip towards the horizon, the Leclercs and their companions gathered around a rustic wooden table at a local trattoria, sharing stories and laughter over plates of freshly caught seafood and glasses of chilled limoncello
"Charles, Pierre just arrived!" Lorenzo called out, waving to a familiar figure approaching with a girl by his side
Pierre, Charles's best friend from karting, grinned as he spotted them. "Hey, everyone!"
Yn's heart skipped a beat when she saw Céline, Pierre's girlfriend, trailing behind him. She tried to hide her discomfort, knowing that Céline had never been particularly kind to her
“Bonjour, Pierre!" Charles greeted, clapping his friend on the back. "Comment ça va?"
"Bonjour, ça va?" Pierre asked, flashing her a friendly smile.
Yn forced a smile in return, replying, "Ça va bien, merci" (I'm doing well, thank you)
"Bonjour, Yn," Céline greeted, her tone dripping with insincerity "Having fun with your little boyfriend?"
Yn felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Céline's words drew chuckles from some of the others. She glanced at Joris, who squeezed her hand reassuringly
"Oui, we are" Joris replied, his voice steady despite the hate in Céline's words, and comforts his girlfriend by placing his arm around Yn’s shoulders and placing his head on her neck.
Yn's smile faltered, but she remained silent, not wanting to cause a scene. She glanced at Charles, hoping he would intervene, but he was engrossed in conversation with Riccardo and Marta
The group chatted amicably for a while, but Yn couldn't shake the feeling of Cèline's disapproval looming over her. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the laughter and chatter of her family and friends
As the sun dipped below the horizon, tension hung thick in the air. Yn found herself retreating, seeking solace in the quiet of the villa.
"Yn, what's wrong?" Joris asked, concern etched in his features as he followed her.
"It's nothing" Yn murmured, unable to meet his gaze.
"Hey, don't listen to Céline" Joris said softly, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "You're amazing, okay? Don't let her get to you"
As the day wore on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, coming to a head during a late afternoon stroll along the coastline. Yn walked a few paces behind the others, lost in her thoughts, when she overheard snippets of conversation between Pierre and Cèline.
"Elle est tellement ennuyeuse" Cèline whispered, her voice dripping with disdain "Pourquoi doit-elle toujours être là?"
Yn's heart sank as she realized they were talking about her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape their cruel words, but Pierre's voice stopped her in her tracks
"Cèline, enough" Pierre said firmly, his gaze flickering to Yn. "You're being rude and you have no right to speak to Yn like that"
Cèline scoffed, rolling her eyes and looking away.
One evening, as they gathered for dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea, Cèline's snide remarks reached a breaking point.
"Yn, why do you always dress like that? You look ridiculous," Cèline remarked, her tone dripping with disdain
Yn's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the others exchanged uncomfortable glances. She bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure
Charles, sensing his sister's distress, followed her outside, concern etched on his features. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Yn? (What's wrong, Yn)" he asked, his voice gentle.
Yn swallowed the lump in her throat, her resolve crumbling as she confessed, "Cèline... she's been making me feel unwelcome, Charles. I don't know what I've done to deserve it."
Charles's brows furrowed in indignation. "Ne t'en fais pas, ma petite fleur. Je vais parler à Pierre. Personne ne devrait te faire sentir ainsi (Don't worry. I'll talk to Pierre. No one should make you feel this way)"
With determination in his stride, Charles sought out Pierre, his expression grave as he relayed Yn's distress. Pierre's initial disbelief gave way to realization, his features contorting with regret as he realized the extent of Cèline's behavior.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Yn's patience wore thin. "Cèline, pourquoi es-tu si méchante envers moi?" (Cèline, why are you so mean to me?)
Cèline scoffed, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "Oh, comme si ça t'importait vraiment." (As if you really care.)
Pierre's expression darkened as he stepped forward, his voice firm. "Cèline, enough. Tu as dépassé les bornes" (You've crossed the line) "I can't believe you'd behave like this, Cèline. I thought I knew you better"
Yn's heart raced as she watched Cèline storm off in a huff, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as Pierre turned to her with a reassuring smile.
Later that evening, Pierre approached Yn, his expression apologetic. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Cèline's behavior was unacceptable. I've spoken with her parents, and they're ashamed of her actions. They've decided to cut our vacation short and return to France early to address her behavior"
"Merci, Pierre," Yn whispered, her voice choked with emotion. (Thank you, Pierre)
Pierre squeezed her hand gently, his eyes shining with empathy. "De rien, Yn. Tu mérites d'être traitée avec respect." (You're welcome, Yn. You deserve to be treated with respect)
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Servamp headcanons, ice cream edition! Because my grandma got an ice cream maker and we’re all super eager to try it out but then she broke her back (she’s fine, don’t worry)
Mahiru: plain old vanilla. Misono introduced him to vanilla BEAN ice cream though and he’s feeling a little guilty about wanting to splurge a bit for the more expensive, creamier stuff… Kuro is an enabler and his encouragement is the only reason he’s still managing to resist. Just do it Mahi!
Kuro: Cookies and Cream is his favorite, but he’s also partial to cookie dough, or crumbled chocolate mint cookies as topping. He likes both the taste and the texture
Misono: chocolate lol. He’s predictable. His absolute favorite though are those ultra decadent brownie batter type of chocolate ice creams. Yknow the ones. Chocolate pieces, brownie bits, hot fudge swirl… He gets sick off the stuff easily though, so even though he loves it, self control is everything
Lily: vanilla bean with strawberry topping and cheese cake bites! He loves fresh strawberries in his desserts, and often he and Misono will trade bites if they’re getting flavor fatigue. Also very rich but the strawberry helps cuts through the sweetness
Tetsu: a Basic Boi who loves GariGariKun the most. Prefers popsicles over dairy treats. Yeah technically this isn’t ice cream but like. It’s the taste of summer and after bath refreshments. I’m not taking that from him
Hugh: vanilla with hot fudge sauce (and/or blood). He still prefers his chocolate parfaits, or better yet for this scenario, a milkshake
Licht: yknow those ultra sweet cotton candy flavors? If it’s ice cream by itself, he loves that. But if it’s a float, it’s gotta be vanilla in melon soda. If you take him to marble slab or similar place that lets you mix in a bunch of toppings, he will make a beeline for the gummy bears. Gets disappointed every time that they turn hard and unpleasant to eat, even though he already knows the outcome
Lawless: he has two favorites. Coffee bean (distinct from just plain coffee flavor) and moose tracks. I’m not sure what that’s called in other places? Basically it’s vanilla with peanut butter cups and fudge. Only goes for this when he’s depressed, if I’m honest. Otherwise it’s too sweet.
Mikuni: haagen daz amaretto almond crunch and their hojicha latte flavor. Forever sad that the former was limited edition and doesn’t make seasonal returns. It was absolutely perfect for his and jeje’s terrible Netflix movie nights (with the occasional appearance by johannes so they could make fun of the bad science together)
Jeje: since Mikuni only buys haagen daz (spoiled pretentious shit) he’s grateful they a rich pumpkin flavor that becomes available during autumn. He also really likes horchata milkshakes for the comforting taste of cinnamon.
Iduna: Tried butter pecan once and was hooked. The crunchiness of the pecans is her favorite part. It’s her go to for when Haagen Daz Creamy Vanilla Pudding flavor isn’t in season. Back home, though, it’s got to be the rather… Unique. Salty licorice flavor. She gave some to shuuhei one time just to watch him gag. She knows what she’s doing to that poor boy.
Freya: the simple freshness of strawberry ice cream is her guilty pleasure. She been thinking of making her own with an old hand churner. It would be fun, right? And it’s not like it would be difficult to get the ingredients she needs.
Nicco: Pistachio gelato, though he also enjoys the tartness and slight bitter aftertaste of limoncello flavor. He likes taking Ildio with him whenever there’s a new flavor he wants to try but isn’t sure he’ll like. Even if he doesn’t care for it, his servamp probably will. Does that make him mean?
Ildio: No preference as of yet. He’s still figuring this whole… Tasting your food thing out
Tsubaki: as expected, he loves matcha and red bean flavors. REALLY excited some of the Hagen daz hanamochi series is becoming a permanent flavor
Sakuya: rocky road. Sweet, crunchy, and a little bitter on the back end from the chocolate. Refuses to admit it but he also enjoys the hanamochi series. He’s stubborn. Whenever he wins a free popsicle he gives the stick to Mahiru, so inevitably when they hang out, that’s what he buys if they stop at the konbini, just for the chance to maybe earn some good boy points with his best friend and crush. And he thinks he’s subtle—
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Moth to Flame (Part II) [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 42 – Matrimony.
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18+, explicit smut read.
“You’re a Corleone woman now, after all." / “You’re my bride. You deserve that and all the more, do you understand?”
You married Michael Corleone in the summer of 1949, binding the allyship of your two families together but sealing your matrimony with love, bliss and trust. Falling in love, compatibility, love languages and a change in your lifestyle met you in an instant, and being Mrs. Michael Corleone altered your life forever. You can still remember how you fell for him and every bit of affection and intimacy shared from the beginning. You remember; you remember it all, and as you look into the past to compare it to your present and expect for your future, you realize nothing remains changed.
[WARNINGS]: Mentions of virginity/loss of virginity, nudity, sexual themes & depictions, heavy touching & kissing, fingering, mentions of pregnancy & planning for children, sex.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The first in-between chapter of Moth to Flame: Part II is finally here!! 😫🙏🏻 I'm sooo sorry for such a delay in posting this chapter, but life has been extremely hectic and busy. 😭 The Vichael girlies are going to adore this chapter is all I'm going to say! We delve into Victoria and Michael's marriage from the very beginning! 🤭❤️🔥 This is filled with romance, fluff and domestic wholesomeness. How Victoria and Michael fell in love to how their lives changed as husband and wife and more is all included. I wanted this to be very romantic and sensual before we dive back into the action of current day Moth to Flame! 😳
1956. Your name is Victoria Ferrari Corleone, and you’re the wife of the most powerful mobster in North America–Michael Corleone. A lifestyle of crime and secrecy is all you've known and ever wanted to know, complimenting the cruelty of Michael Corleone's influence in the United States. With your enemies fallen before you and all loose ends tied up, you continue your life and marriage with the Corleone family while refusing to look back on your past. Yet it's the skeletons in your closet that a shine a light on revealing you're a true mafiosa. Ensnared in the shadows just as much as Michael is, you find yourself betrayed by the unexpected with all of your secrets ready to spill–especially ones you've hidden from Michael. With more than one pair of eyes watching your every move, you find yourself trapped amidst potential scandals and a familiar, lovesick secret admirer adamant on removing Michael out of the picture to have you all to himself. Like a moth to a flame, you've reached the point of no return and the light that breaks down the darkness threatens to take you next.
Bouquets of pink and white roses, white silk, lilac adornments, angel food cake, the lace finishing over your wedding gown, and the taste of Michael’s lips over yours; you married Michael Corleone in the summer of 1949.
Planning for your wedding was one of the few and only times in your life when you felt you had a million things going through your mind at once.
After weeks of careful planning, the hardest part—the wedding itself—came in bliss and resonated perfectly with everything you had in mind for your perfect wedding day.
The colors you chose for your wedding ranged from an equal hint of décor in baby pink, lilac, and beige, whereas peonies, lilacs, and dahlias were your flowers of choice.
Silk tablecloth, handcrafted Italian furniture imported from Sicily, seven-tier angel food cake, seven varieties of cannoli from pistachio to limoncello, over a hundred bottles of wine—Grilo, Inzolia and Grecanico just to name a few—aged at least ten years, French champagne, little pastries of sorbets and mini cheesecakes served throughout and freshly squeezed juice from the fruit from the Corleone garden itself were just some of the highlights of your wedding day.
Even your wedding gown itself had been custom designed and tailored with the finest Italian silks and fabrics, following a lengthy session of perfecting your hair, makeup, and manicure with your mother, Mama Corleone, Connie, and Sandra down to rehearing how you would walk down the aisle to which sets of jewelry with diamonds and pearls suited you best.
Everything was planned and executed to perfection—to say the least. Scarcely were there moments throughout the planning period where the wedding wasn’t mentioned in one way or another; it was the only topic on your mind for days to come.
Consummation of your marriage was expected next from all through tradition and customs, but it wasn’t a concept you and Michael personally believed in.
Although you were a virgin before you met Michael, he most certainly was not. After his brief marriage with Apollonia, the concept of no intimacy until marriage let alone time spent together or some form of physical affection before marriage was seen and strictly enforced as heavily taboo in Sicily only reminded him of how backward he believed the concept to be, as did you.
Of course, you and Michael were both anticipating and thinking about the intimacy you’d share with one another after your wedding celebration, but not immediately after. That would be eagerly waiting for the both of you at the end of the night.
With the wedding cake having been cut, final drinks served and last dances shared, both of your families collected together all of the bridal gifts, thanked and said goodbyes to every guest they could get to while the wedding staff began to clean up.
Michael and you stood for more photographs by and with guests, thanking them for attending as well before you both made off with security to the vehicle that would take you to your first estate.
You’d both arrive at your new estate by the time security did a full sweep and search of the Corleone manor and all festivities had officially come to an end.
Before you and Michael would settle down for the remainder of the day after the wedding, you both went to meet with your families and new in-laws.
Tomorrow morning there’d be the wedding reception to look forward to after all, but there was more than enough for both you and Michael to think about and do before then.
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Upon stepping out of your chauffeur’s vehicle at your new estate’s grounds, the first thing your eyes found were those of your bodyguards surrounding your new estate.
Noting the heavy yet inconspicuous security around, it was only a split second longer before you blinked and a warm smile crossed over your lips in reaction to Michael standing by your side; his hand laced with yours as you both began to make your way inside the estate.
Just a few feet from the front door you could already hear the cheerful voices and banter of your parents and in-laws in the foyer; you couldn’t help but feel your exhilarated mood amplify with excitement once more.
“Victoria! Michael! Sweetheart!” Your mother beamed, extending her arms out as she skipped over to the both of you.
Hugged, congratulated a dozen more times, and kissed by your parents and new-in-laws, happy tears are shed once again for you and Michael as a newlywed couple.
“Promettimi che mi chiamerai se ti serve qualcosa!” (Promise me you'll call if you need anything!) Carmela gently squeezed your shoulder after pulling away from a hug, smiling at you.
“Home sweet home,” your mother cooed, bewildered by the grandiose luxury your new estate has to offer just by standing in the foyer alone. “How wonderful.”
“We’re looking forward to that wedding reception,” your father grinned, redirecting his gaze to Michael. “It’ll be an honor to dine in the newlyweds’ home.”
“It’s an honor to host,” Michael agreed, giving a small, quick smile. “I look forward to it, Don Ferrari.”
“Mm,” Vito nodded, approaching both you and Michael. “And the bridal gifts… I had them arranged to be placed in your guest room. Humble gifts as they may be from our family friends, but they’re close to overflowing.”
“A problem I’d actually like to deal with,” you giggled back. “Thank you, father.”
Naturally, the gifts you received from attending friends, family, and guests aren’t exclusive to gifts newlyweds would benefit from, but a wide variety of items ranging from cash bills to jewelry almost as if the givers were trying to appease you and Michael directly.
Without even having to look inside all of the bridal purses and open each individual gift, you already assumed to yourself there are thousands of dollars worth of gifts there alone waiting for you and Michael that may very well take days to completely open.
Your families deliberately didn’t stay for long to give you and Michael as much privacy as possible today, and you and Michael were more than happy to see them out with waves and smiles before settling down for the rest of the day.
“It’s not over for them,” Michael commented by the gates of the estate, loosening his tie.
“No, it isn’t,” you let out a light laugh, smoothening down your wedding gown. “Not until after the wedding reception, at least.”
Michael chuckled—a rare first time he’s in a somewhat lighthearted mood for the entirety of the day. “Do you need anything, darling?”
“No,” you blushed, gesturing down to your dress. “Only to get this lovely gown off of me in one piece and my makeup at last.”
Just a split second later, you both heard a sharp whistle come towards the gates of the estate which prompted you and Michael’s attention immediately.
“Hey, Mikey!” Sonny hollered from the gates, leaning against his car and waving at both of you. “No invitations for Tom, Fredo, and I to see the new place, eh? Come on down!”
“I’ll be right with you,” Michael glanced back at you.
You nodded understandingly, relieved you’ll at least get the time to quickly undress and take off your makeup before finally getting to spend some time alone with Michael, and you’re more than happy to have Michael bond with his brothers before retiring for the rest of the day with you too.
The endless amounts of gifts and stuffed bridal purses crossed your mind once more as you entered the estate, imagining you and Michael would more than likely have to get Tom to secure any precious assets or cash bills while the other items remain secure.
You carefully slipped out of your wedding gown and let the lacy, tulle fabric pool at your feet as you grabbed a white, silk nightgown to step into; careful not to let any of your makeup smear against the fabric.
You’re not one to wear a full face of makeup on any regular day, but outings, special events, and evenings—especially your wedding—remain exceptions each time you enjoyed getting dolled up, but your daily beauty routine only consisted of your normal skincare steps, light eye makeup, a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick.
Upon Michael’s return inside the estate and to the bedroom to undress and unwind, it was his first time gazing upon your face without any makeup as you cautiously stored your nightgown away in an empty closet.
You hadn’t even noticed Michael’s eyes on you at first but picked up on his presence immediately; right then and there, Michael had found himself admiring your beauty and looks, stunned by your natural appearance.
“More congratulations?” You smiled shyly, turning around to face your new husband.
“Something like that,” Michael answered, tossing his tie onto the edge of the bed. “Nothing we both haven’t heard enough of.”
You held back your laughter, “then I hope you don’t mind I retired my glamor for the night already.”
“Not at all,” a ghost of a smile crossed Michael’s lips as he slowly began to approach you. “I’m sure the bridal gifts have nothing but your name on them, after all. I don’t think I need to go and see for myself.”
“Oh, please,” you felt a blush stinging your cheeks as you gazed up at Michael.
“You look beautiful,” Michael murmured, tilting your chin up to face him. “You know that?”
Your skin gave a healthy glow under the evening light as Michael admired every inch of you from the shape of your cheekbones to the color of your eyes, the curve of your lips, and your body language towards him filled with desire.
You expected then and there for Michael to lean in and kiss you, and he did, but gently upon your forehead as he let his warm lips linger over your skin.
You closed your eyes for a brief moment and embraced your husband, taking in the scent of his heavenly cologne as your heart began to race in your chest against his.
“You should expect all of this, you know,” Michael spoke to you in an ushered voice. “You’re a Corleone woman now, after all. Those gifts want nothing more than to appease and impress you, I’ll make sure of it myself.”
Michael’s intention is to spoil you to no avail and not only with material gifts but your every request; the luxurious lifestyle you can expect to live with him as Michael’s wife and the future mother of his children holds you on a separate pedestal next to being Don Ferarri’s wife, and Michael will continue to keep it that way.
The very gifts with your name engraved upon them awaiting you consisted of everything from cosmetics, luxurious perfumes, oils, and creams, full sets of dazzling jewelry set with diamonds and precious stones, congratulatory letters, towel sets followed by pacifiers, bibs, baby bottles, and cloth diapers that made you blush as you unwrapped them—knowing all would be expecting the news of your first pregnancy next.
An amused look crossed Michael’s eye as he wrapped his arms around you seeing you open the final present for today a set of two pacifiers, he saw a look of excitement over your own expression but also blush spreading over your cheeks as the two of you made eye contact once again, knowing the rest of the night began to the both of you.
~
The first home you and Michael owned together and settled in was a grand estate in Long Island but outside of the Corleone mall unlike Connie and Carlo’s home and that of Sonny and Sandra’s that were inside the gated family community.
Still, your new home was not far from Michael’s family or yours, and you could make the commute in twenty minutes.
The plot of land in which your new estate would be built was purchased immediately on the day of your engagement ceremony with construction where your father and Vito had given the green light for construction to begin the day of.
Normally for the size of your estate, it would have taken a good construction crew six months with daily work, but the home was completely finished in just one. Bringing in extra of the best workers and paying a premium always worked well in the end.
Your grand estate stood at just slightly over five thousand square feet with state-of-the-art architecture, taking inspiration from Modern American design to Italian fixtures and marble imported from Rome.
Your estate was two stories, finished with an attic consisting of a master bedroom with a walk-in closet designed to be almost the size of a small bedroom for you and Michael, a study that was half a private library, two guest rooms downstairs, a nursery upstairs, a wine room in the basement, full front and back yard, three other extra bedrooms, an office for Michael and four bathrooms.
A mid-sized swimming pool was built in the backyard where your home’s carefully curated and trimmed garden surrounded the sides and fences protected your family’s privacy so one could neither look into the estate grounds nor out of it.
Twenty-four-hour surveillance was always to be expected with varying bodyguards and a careful selection of specific windows—such as the ones in Michael’s office—were selected and built to be soundproof.
Your bathtub had 24k gold claw-finished, quartz countertops as well as in the kitchen, marble floors, a foyer in the front of the estate fit with a French handcrafted chandelier, a private exit to the gardens and plenty of storage with a full laundry room at the end of the hallway downstairs.
Crown fixtures adorned the kitchen and a wide spiral staircase decorated with a blood-red carpet led upstairs to where one of two hidden emergency exits only you and Michael knew how to activate could be found.
The price of your home came to a grand total of $250,000 and was exactly where you and Michael wanted to be; exactly where the two of you planned to start your family and raise your children.
Michael and you had both grown up in Long Island; meaning nothing short of symbolic with the feel of home settling into your first house in New York together.
You and Michael only had a brief discussion about where your first home could be since the two of you came to an agreement so quickly to choose Long Island to stay in.
At the time, thoughts of buying another home elsewhere or even moving in the future were not on your mind although Michael had begun to think of Nevada and a villa in Sicily almost immediately on; the latter being a familiar and mutually agreed upon idea to you.
Of course, both you and Michael’s family knew just as well as the both of you why you didn’t have a honeymoon after your wedding, and there were no questions asked or teasing to be made.
Going on a honeymoon with Michael after your wedding was in your mind just as much as your wedding was, but the same could not be said for Michael who was much too preoccupied with the danger and threat of another family war, especially with hostility coming from the Ricci family.
Going outside of New York—let alone going to Sicily—would paint a clear, red target over both your and Michael’s backs and especially create vulnerability within the Corleone family considering Vito was semi-retired at the time.
It didn’t matter if you and Michael decided to visit Rome, Venice, or anywhere else in Italy just for the sake of visiting home but staying away from Sicily; the mafia families including the Ricci’s still had power stretching there legitimately.
Naturally, both you and Michael yearned to take a true honeymoon trip to Sicily and Sicily only. Even with the rest of the world as a choice to visit, you would have rather continued to postpone your honeymoon until you could safely visit Sicily again without having to worry about anything but how to spend quality time with your husband.
You’d very well have your honeymoon with Michael a little after your first anniversary together, somewhat defeating the purpose of a true honeymoon but with the threat of your lives and your family on the line, it was all very worth it with a legitimate reason to delay.
In Michael’s second marriage now come hell or high water he would never risk a slight chance of you being anywhere where there’s a notion of danger, even if you begged him to.
“Well,” you bit your lip, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m a little disappointed, but I understand.”
“I know, darling,” Michael raised his water glass to his lips, taking a sip. “I feel no different than you do.”
You brushed your fingers against the fabric of the window’s curtains and glanced over to Michael again. “They’ll know, won’t they?”
Michael’s eyes met with yours almost instantly; his expression appeared grim knowing you referred to the Ricci family, but with the Barzinis and Tattaglias to worry about as well.
“As they do,” Michael replied and set his glass down. “Does it bother you?”
“Not exactly,” you shook your head and faced the window—blushing as you felt Michael’s presence approach you from behind. “But it’s been on my mind again and again these past few weeks. I can’t shake it off.”
“And on mine,” Michael lovingly embraced you from behind and lightly pressed his chest against your back. “As much as I would like to degrade them to such, they’re not animal enough to disgrace a wedding, even without an invite.”
“They should know better,” you murmured under your breath.
“And they more than likely do,” Michael nodded and moved his hands down to your hips to tenderly caress them. “None of those men deserve further justifications, but above all, they’re curious about you, and just who you are.”
You placed your hands over Michael’s and gave them a soft squeeze as you remained quiet.
“If it’s about safety—” Michael began.
“I feel safe with you,” you told him as you turned around.
Michael’s eyes locked onto yours as he gave you a small nod; you swore to yourself for a moment that you could see a glimmer of a brief smile over his plush lips.
“I do,” you continued, “always. And as you can guess…” You blushed sheepishly, “I was thinking about our honeymoon too, and we can’t even go.”
“We will soon enough,” Michael rubbed up and down your arms gingerly. “When we are able to and when we can. You know it’s not something I want to put aside to forget or neglect.”
“I know, baby,” you smiled back shyly. “I believe you.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Michael lowered his tone of voice and pressed a warm kiss over your forehead. “I promise I will. None of what our family is going through now will last. I personally guarantee it,” as Michael moved back from the kiss, he tilted your chin up to gaze directly into his eyes. “You’re my bride. You deserve that and all the more, do you understand?”
Blushing furiously and feeling a wave of butterflies rush to the pit of your stomach, you nodded at Michael before leaning up to give his lips a sweet kiss.
“I’ll wait until you say we can go,” you whispered against his lips as you wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders.
“Until then,” Michael murmured and closed off the distance between both of your bodies, ensnaring you in a deep kiss once more.
~
Michael’s changed lifestyle to a mafioso and your continued one as a mafiosa would never change. You both married one another knowing what your lives are and would continue to be, but also remaining unaltered.
You’re a lawyer, after all, and a skilled prosecutor with a name made for herself—reputation and all—in New York. Your career is more than something you see to corrupt and use for your “family business”, but is also a passion; something you want to continue doing until you feel ready to retire.
Michael was always impressed as to how you were able to find a passionate career that also benefited both sides of the family business.
Through being a lawyer, you also bonded well with Tom and had another fellow lawyer as a brother-in-law to bond with.
Regardless of whether you and Michael choose to have one child a fear down the line or four back to back, Michael has no intention of interfering in your career or keeping you from it; the same can be said for any of your other passions and hobbies.
You already know your maternity leave from work and raising an infant will take priority in your life which will result in a break from work, but you’ve accepted it and will make it happen.
Perhaps if you weren’t a mafiosa yourself from a powerful crime family, you would have fit the bill as a mafioso’s housewife better but Michael recognizes your true talents and abilities just as well as you know yourself.
Now married, you attend trials and continue with your cases at most three times a week. After all, you’ve always been careful in choosing which cases to get involved in while maintaining a flexible schedule for yourself.
You built a reputation with your prowess this far without Michael and his family’s influence, which begs the question of what Michael’s lifestyle has become after marrying you.
Michael is always working, even when he’s not. More than ever, Michael spends time with his father and brothers. Even when Michael is alone in his own office, he’s talking over the phone to his men or family and constantly keeping himself preoccupied until he’s with you.
Michael’s unwavering dedication to the family business, his loyalty, and his work ethic don’t bother you. As a matter of fact, it’s everything you expected from Michael and saw coming before you married him.
What you love about Michael’s work with the family business is that he can separate it and he will separate it very well from his personal life.
Michael does not mention anything related to his work when he’s with you regardless of how casual the circumstances or if your own curiosity arises since your family is also almost always involved.
You know then and only in those scenarios would you ask Michael a question if you had one and your family could not answer; you know your boundaries and where the line remains when asking Michael about his work.
To Michael, any mention of what he does and what he is outside of work is nothing but severely unpleasant and he would rather avoid it altogether; something you respect and agree with.
At dinner one evening, you saw Michael’s tension settled within him as he ate—sitting across from you in silence.
Michael sighed quietly and took a sip of his red wine before his eyes met yours; seeing curiosity spark in your expression.
“Ready to settle down, baby?” You asked with a soft smile.
“Something like that,” Michael nodded, continuing to eat his risotto.
“Everything alright with your father?” You asked and rose up from your seat to begin cleaning up.
“He’s fine,” Michael’s answers were dry and to the point on purpose. “We’re working on it.”
“Alright,” you gathered a pile of empty plates, brushing off crumbs upon the tablecloth next to Michael.
Only a split second later did you look back up at Michael and catch his eye—almost feeling embarrassed for asking but you neither see annoyance nor discomfort in Michael’s expression.
You understood Michael didn’t want to talk about this with you and you didn’t push it. You also knew last night he didn’t come home from his father’s estate until 2 AM, and you had no intention of bothering him about it now.
You’ve always had more than enough to do for yourself and for the home regardless of how long Michael worked in or out of the manor.
You’d have your own day to worry about; cleaning up after breakfast, prepping for lunch, tidying up the house, laundry if required, getting any other daily errands done, focusing on a bit of your own work projects, then relaxing with a good book or in front of the television with a glass of wine.
You could step out into the garden for some fresh air, pull weeds, water the lawn, go for a walk or a dip in the pool; you balance your work and life well and you’ve never felt neglected or lost without a sense of purpose.
The compatibility between you and Michael is like none other and the two of you have always recognized this; there is no lack of transparency or intimacy, and there is no elephant in the room blocking the two of you from bonding with one another.
You and Michael could and always will make it work.
~
When it came down to planning to start a family with each other, having children was brought up immediately between Michael and you; a crucial concept and the second step into a married life with one another.
Of course, the brief conversation that only consisted of asking one another if you wanted children when you and Michael had first met did not count as a real and insightful conversation, it did strike you that Michael was a mature and serious man, ready for fatherhood and expecting to start a family in the very near future.
Michael would not have minded waiting a year or two before having children, but he would personally not wish to delay it any further past that.
To Michael, it was as if he had an urgency of some kind to start a family but there was no reasoning behind it or pressure coming from anyone. Still, you came to appreciate how much Michael anticipated entering parenthood with you, regardless of his reasons.
Perhaps you did sense Michael’s urgency when he first met you and asked if you wanted to have children in the future, but you simply had brushed it off for all that it was—a simple question.
You were twenty-five years old when you met Michael, and you were the second youngest sibling in your family and the only daughter.
With your little brother Dante being fifteen years younger than you, you practically raised him alongside your brothers and because you came from an equally large extended family, you loved children for as long as you could remember.
Just as you and your brothers had grown up, you knew the importance of proper parenting and how love would mold a child’s life forever.
Michael believed children were the products of their parents’ discipline, love, and behavior, saying, “If adults can bring out the worst in each other, they can do the same for children”.
Michael himself was twenty-nine when he met you and neither of you had objections of any kind to starting a family immediately after getting married.
Coming from the families and reputations you both grew up in and had, things such as time and money would simply not be an issue for you and Michael.
It was more of a matter of readiness and active parenting heavily required from both of you equally, not just yours as the mother.
You also knew Michael would be a stricter parent than you, but this did not imply anything harsh or along the lines of cruelty whatsoever.
Michael is not the type of man to ever raise a hand against a child or even raise his voice; calm, and collected, and with thorough explanation comes discipline and understanding. Michael knows how a child’s mind copes and works.
You are most definitely not the kind of parent to yell, threaten, let alone glare at children to have them respect or tolerate your fear let alone beat a child.
Neither Michael nor you ever faced such things growing up, but you both saw your fair share growing up with other children at school and in the neighborhood who did not have the same childhood as you two did.
Any type of abuse or psychological manipulation was a severe hard line; it was something you and Michael would never subject any child to, ever.
From being the only big sister to your little brother Dante, you knew there were a million ways around teaching and disciplining children without being physically, psychologically, or verbally abusive—even to children who have behavior issues.
You and Michael had been stressing to yourselves subconsciously the need to be nothing but good, loving parents teaching your future children manners and discipline early on without fear of repercussions or pain, but simply just to learn and understand.
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Just a week ago you walked down the aisle and faced your lover—for the last time only as a lover before becoming Michael’s wife, wedded as Mrs. Corleone.
Now as you gazed at yourself in the mirror, the role of Michael Corleone’s wife had already truly embedded in you; seeing your husband clasping a new diamond necklace around your neck gently.
You blushed as you caught Michael’s eye in the mirror, placing a hand over your necklace carefully.
Michael admired the glistening diamonds over your neck; his eyes adoring the very shape of your collarbones before he leaned toward your shoulder and planted a soft kiss over it.
With a bit of arousal having flared up in you, you shivered from Michael’s warm touch as he let his hands linger around the back of your neck before he placed them on your hips.
“Mm,” your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the brief moment, feeling Michael’s breath over the side of your neck.
Michael’s hands slowly made their way over to your stomach where he rubbed tenderly, watching as your body language submitted to how good he was already making you feel.
“Are you late?” Michael murmured over your shoulder.
Butterflies churned in your stomach and blush stung your cheeks at the very question. “I think it’s still too soon to tell, baby.”
“Mm,” Michael nodded and began to massage your sides.
“Why do you ask?” You slowly opened your eyes and spoke to him in a soft, ushered tone. “Do you suspect I am?”
“Perhaps,” Michael answered, “I want to be the first to know.”
You cracked a shy smile, “and you will be without a doubt.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Michael took your hands in his, turning you around to face him directly before he pulled you into his embrace. “Although you never did tell me how many you wanted.”
“I can tell you now,” you rested your head over Michael’s chest and nodded. “Four little ones… That would be something.”
“Mhmm,” Michael kissed the top of your head. “A topic better suited for the future after we have our first.”
“Boy or girl?” You grinned and looked up at your husband.
“Doesn’t matter,” Michael told you. “But ultimately a son somewhere down the line to succeed our family.”
‘Of course.’ You knew it must have been the same with Michael’s father as it was with yours; one son at the very least to carry the family’s legacy under his name. ‘Understandable.’
“If you’re not…” Michael’s hands touched your hips again; his eyes beckoning to you. “Then we can try again.”
“And again?” You teased back, giggling. “Tonight.”
“Tonight,” Michael murmured and pulled your hips into his.
“As many times as we need to, hmm?” Your breath hitched as you bit down on your lip.
“As many times as you want to,” Michael corrected before he sealed a kiss over your lips.
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The intimacy and love continuing to blossom between you and Michael unfolded in feverish desire and yearning. Like the beginning of an eternal and dangerous addiction, neither of you could get enough of the other.
Michael knew your love language was physical affection and words of affirmation just as you knew he was spending quality time with you and touching.
Michael couldn’t care less for material gifts and preferred experiences above all, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t care, enjoy, or appreciate either.
“Ah…” A breathy moan escaped your lips as your hand clutched over Michael’s back; feeling his firm, flexing muscle as Michael remained leaning down and hovering over your naked body.
Between the sounds of Michael’s lips leaving a trail of hot kisses over your neck, you heard his breathing hitching as his throbbing erection pressed against your stomach.
Barely a week into your marriage and filled to the brim with insatiable love and desire, Michael was unable to get enough of his new bride and her beauty.
“Ohhh…”
Inhaling deeply, Michael took in your scent as he nuzzled your neck; now glowing pink with the love marks he left behind as you had let your free hand roam through Michael’s tousled hair.
“Look at me,” Michael whispered against your lips as he grazed his thumb over your mouth, parting your bottom lip. “Look at me when I make love to you.”
‘Oh God, yes…’
The first three months of marriage may as well have been a fever dream for both of you.
Of course, none would be surprised at the sudden stamina the new bride and groom have for one another although some teasing and a dirty joke here and there would be in order, but if it wasn’t a night out or quality time spent with the family, Michael and you were doing nothing else but getting lost in one another again and again.
You’d lay in bed naked with the blankets barely covering yourself as you’d watch Michael strip down right in front of you before approaching you on the bed, and Michael enjoyed every second of undressing you himself with his own hands; the way the curves of your hips and fullness of your thighs felt against his hand as your skin was hot to the touch, brimming with passion and your body begging for pleasure was nothing short of ecstasy to Michael.
With your bodies intertwined with one another, you could practically feel Michael’s heart racing against yours; nothing but toe-curling, eye-rolling, intense orgasms, and memorizing every part of each other’s bodies filled your evenings for days to come.
You woke an urge tailored to your pleasure inside of Michael he could not ignore. Even after a night of ecstasy, if you approached him half-naked in the living room and begged Michael to fuck you again, he wouldn’t say no.
You straddled Michael’s lap and let your lace panties slip off your ankles as you felt the smooth, Italian silk fabric of Michael’s suit brush against your bare skin.
On his lap, you let out a whimpering moan as you pressed your hips against his and ran your hands up Michael’s half-unbuttoned dress shirt; his chest hair brushing past your fingers as you clutched onto his shoulders.
Michael leaned his back against his seat comfortably; his hands ran from your calves to your upper thighs before he cupped your ass and gave it a greedy squeeze.
Michael’s eyes expectantly looked at you. “You play the innocent, sweet role well…”
“Mm—” You whimpered as you pressed your lips against Michael’s neck from him giving your ass another harsh squeeze.
“But I see right through it,” Michael whispered to you—his tone low and husky.
“I…” You breathed shakily against Michael’s skin before planting a deep kiss over it; your free hand roamed through his black, silky hair.
You heard a barely audible, soft moan escape Michael’s lips which only intensified the feverish arousal coursing through your veins as you continued to hungrily kiss up and around Michael’s neck.
Michael wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his hand over your ass; his eyes half remained half-opened as he let you get lost within him, taking and getting everything you want.
Your kisses grew wet, hot, and sloppy around Michael’s jawline as you moaned through them yourself; severely aroused to the point where you thought your wetness pooling over the fabric of your panties was soaking through Michael’s trousers.
“Mine…” You cupped Michael’s cheek and turned his face to look him in the eye directly. “All mine…”
“Yours,” Michael said back before his lips sealed over yours in a crushing, needy kiss.
Your pussy throbbed from arousal over Michael’s knee; it practically had a heartbeat of its own from how horny you were feeling towards your husband—so much so that it was almost criminal.
“Look at you,” As Michael pulled away from the kiss, he gripped your throat with his free hand and let his thumb trace the outline of your bottom lip. “Can’t get your hands off of me.”
“You’re mine,” you panted back and took Michael by pleasant surprise as you licked his thumb. “
“That’s right, baby,” Michael murmured before pulling you back to him by your throat to give you another wet, rough kiss over the mouth.
As you fully straddled Michael’s lap and began to slowly grind your hips, gyrating them against Michael’s pulsating erection, Michael let his hands slip up through your skirt and play with the band of your panties.
Lost in insistent, passionate kisses, Michael pulled at your panties only to let it snap back against your skin as you were distracted between his lips.
Michael let his fingers go further, parting your dewy pussy lips to spread your wetness with one hand while squeezing your breast and massaging your nipple with his fingers on the other.
Aside from such fiery, mutual infatuation and lust, there was more; there was and always will be more.
The love between you and Michael blossomed so naturally that it could never feel forced like it was some sort of obligation that had to be fulfilled.
In public, despite the two of you being not so fond of blatant displays of affection, held hands or had Michael wrap an arm over your waist in casual but adoring affection you craved and yearned for always.
Just one touch from Michael—let alone his presence—was more than enough for you. It did nothing but thrill you all the more knowing this man is yours and you’re his; you’ll have all of Michael whenever you want and however you want.
Distance makes your heart grow fonder when Michael’s away on his business trips or doesn’t come home for a night. You’ve never felt insecurity, unsafe, or any sort of lingering sadness about Michael’s consistent absences to begin with.
Even at the end of a long night with little time to yourselves to follow another eventful one, you’d have just the same satisfaction in Michael’s embrace without the sexual intimacy.
Some of your most loving, romantic nights with Michael were the two of you skin-to-skin on the rooftop, naked and exchanging soft kisses as Michael smoked a cigarette.
Saying, “Yes, I do” and signing your marriage papers, your legal name became Victoria Ferrari Corleone; a unique love and lover to Michael in the sense that Michael could never treat you the way he treated Apollonia or Kay, but exponentially more protective, loving, and open to you in all aspects.
Your compatibility with Michael only resulted in him being all the more open with you; not feeling obligated to because you’ll get upset or ask, but because Michael wishes to—because he wants to.
There’s simply no entitlement; only love and caring. You could not describe your marriage to Michael Corleone in any other way.
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WINKTOBER DAY 8: Cream Pie (Javi Gutierrez)
Oh, come on now...it’s pie. I am romantically obligated to go with Sweets Series’ Javi G and Girl Sunday.
He’s been like this for two days, pacing aimlessly–in his office, in your office, around the pool, and now down on the beach of your private little cove–and you’ve been chewing your nails for almost as long as you watch him and worry over him while he waits for that call.
You’ve been able to take his mind off of it here and there, but no distraction seems to last long.
If only you could put him on a plane and take him somewhere, somewhere relaxing and happy like you both were on your recent working vacation to the Amalfi Coast or–oh, that’s it!
There’s still half a bottle of limoncello that you brought home from the Coast–a reminder of nights sitting under the stars sipping its sweetness in the surf together–and Néstor has just restocked the pantry, so you roll up your sleeves and begin with the graham cracker crust.
An hour later the sun is just beginning to set as you carry two forks and a chilled limoncello cream pie down to the beach where Javi is sitting–or rather, yearning–out over the water, and you cuddle down beside him, gently forcing a fork into his big, warm hand.
A little smile from him means the distraction is working; a bigger smile when he takes a bite means he too remembers your vacation (and the way you kissed him in the moonlight); but you know your worries are at an end with the biggest smile comes when his phone lights up with a text and you wipe his happy tears as he sobs, “Pichurri, it is happening; they are going to option my script!”
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Di persone, sociologia da quattro spicci, ed analogie con i fine-settimana...
Le ‘’persone-venerdì’’ sono quelle che adorano le cose che iniziano e gli inizi delle cose, quelle appunto per le quali, il migliore momento del week-end è il venerdì alle 17.01, la penna appena caduta e tutto che è ancora solo progetto e niente realtà; le persone-venerdì, inconsapevolmente o meno, adorano i primi baci, vanno in sollucchero per quella zona di luce ed ombra che caratterizza una relazione che è già una relazione ma che nessuno dei due partecipanti ha detto, a se stesso o all’altro, lo sia, le persone-venerdì toccano il punto massimo della felicità loro regalata dalle ferie quando posano la valigia ancora da disfare sul pavimento della camera dove dormiranno per i successivi dieci giorni, e di lì è tutto un calare. Le persone-venerdì, adorano la Primavera, odiano Settembre e vorrebbero vivere in un Giugno perenne. Va da sé che le persone-venerdì odiano le fini.
Le ‘’persone-sabato’’ adorano il centro dell’azione, adorano quando a Capodanno si servono i primi, dopo gli antipasti, e ci sono ancora poi i secondi ed il dolce ed il brindisi. Le persone-sabato non chiedono di meglio dell’intervallo tra il primo ed il secondo tempo, del quinto giorno di ferie in una vacanza di dieci, le persone-sabato ti conoscono, gli piaci e vorrebbero chiudere gli occhi e trovarsi già a festeggiare il primo anniversario con te, quando l’insensata e goffa fatica dei primi tempi è già stata fatta, quando sono già state smarcate le questioni tipo da che lato del letto dormi, cosa ti piace cosa non ti piace, l’acqua gasata o naturale, il caffè con quanto zucchero o amaro. Naturalmente, le persone -sabato, adorano l’Estate e delle estati adorano Luglio, a Giugno smaniano, e l’estasi è raggiunta al cambio d’armadio completato; di contro trovano la Primavera inutile e l’Autunno una perdita di tempo.
Le ‘’persone-domenica’’ si sciolgono di nostalgie, di cosa mature, di situazioni di lungo corso che permettono tonnellate di ricordi, anzi che quasi li impongono, quei ricordi. Nulla di meglio, per loro, della festa della maturità, del congedo dalle armi, della festa di laurea, le persone-domenica sono quelle che alle cene di classe, vent’anni dopo, sono evidentemente felici, che adorano organizzare con gli ex-compagni di squadra, con gli ex-colleghi, che nulla di meglio, in una relazione, del ventesimo anniversario ed una collezione di foto del passato come regalo. E gli ultimi minuti di una partita, o meglio ancora la premiazione, il finale di stagione di una serie, il ‘’mirto o limoncello’’ in pizzeria. Le persone-domenica vanno in vacanza a Settembre, per loro, il 21 Marzo, è la fine dell’Inverno, e non l’inizio della Primavera, per loro, i compleanni, sono il momento celebrativo di un’età che non tornerà più. Le cose le fanno e le sperimentano per poterle, un giorno, ricordare.
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Some news
“Pillowtalk” Music Video Premiere (launches Nov. 18 at 10:30 pm EST/UTC-5)
Livestream watch party (starts Nov. 18 at 10 pm EST/UTC-5)
“Pillowtalk” Music Video Premiere (launches Nov. 18 at 10:30 pm EST/UTC-5)
Livestream watch party (starts Nov. 18 at 10 pm EST/UTC-5)
Image descriptions:
Image 1: “OH HI HELLO THERE” overlaid on a photo of the four Misbehavin’ Maidens, looking down at the camera and smiling.
Image 2: “Remember in 2019 when you gave us a fuckload of money and we promised to make a music video?” with promotional image from 2019 Kickstarter that says “200% Funded!”
Image 3: "FUNNY STORY! A fucking plague happened right when we were about to shoot it. So it got postponed...a lot.” There’s a tiny drawing of a coronavirus in the corner.
Image 4: “BUT IT HAPPENED. We made a music video with Laser Sidney’s amazing direction and editing, and it’s going to premiere on YouTube on the 10th anniversary of our first rehearsal as a band: November 18.” Photo of the Maidens in casual clothes, facing the camera and smiling while holding little glasses of limoncello. There is a pizza box on the table behind them.
Image 5: “Premiering November 18, 10:30 pm EST on our YouTube channel!” A screenshot of the soon-to-be-released video, with the same image in the thumbnail as the first image in this photo series. The “Notify me” button on the video is highlighted and has an arrow pointing toward it.
Image 6: “AND we’re doing an online watch party, starting at 10 pm EST November 18!” Screenshot of the live video-to-be on YouTube with an arrow pointing from the text to the screenshot.
Image 7: “To all our fans: THANK YOU” over a soft blue and pink gradient background. The Misbehavin’ Maidens logo skull is near the large text. A wavy line of text says “Thank you for your patience and your support!!!!!!!!!”
Image 8: “We can’t wait to show you!” with the full Misbehavin’ Maidens logo and several small behind-the-scenes images from the music video shoot.
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Follow Me Down, down, down by DothTheRaven
Summary:
“Wait,” she says, and the Sheriff hasn’t heard her voice this strong before. It’s melodious. It reminds him of his wife’s when she sings lullabies to their daughter; something she hasn’t felt up to for a couple of months. Damn. Why does one word from this stranger make him this nostalgic?
“There is something that you can do for me, actually. Don’t call me Ms. Valenka. Can you… can you use my first name?” She looks entirely too fragile to be asking such a simple request. He fears that if he says no she will shatter.
“Of course. Let me know if you need anything, Stiles.”
She turns her face away and he shuts the door between them.
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Stiles has a plan, a good one, and it’s going well—until she’s arrested for something she doesn’t even remember doing. And of course it’s her luck that Sheriff Stilinski is there to interrogate her, being all nice and talking about his nine year-old daughter like it’s not ripping out Stiles' very heart.
Tags: Rule 63, Female Stiles Stilinski, Time Travel, Alive Hale Family, POV Sheriff Stilinski, POV Peter Hale, Traumatized Stiles, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Sexual Assault, Lawyer Peter Hale, Pre-Relationship
Series Updated: 2016-02-22
Words: 6,220
Works: 2 (I Wasn't Expecting You, Limoncello)
Rating: M
#wip#series#2015#words <10k#rating m#steter#fic rec#female stiles#Follow Me Down down down#DothTheRaven#time travel
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Limoncello - Chapter 7
Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of anxiety and panic, violence, one mention of blood, crying, comfort, not proofread bc i hate myself
Series Masterlist
“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Nick’s pickup peeled into the dive bar’s parking lot, loose gravel crunching under the tires as he pulled into a parking space. Noah’s car followed close behind and parked right next to him, music blaring and bass thumping. Nick hopped out of the truck and made his way to the bed to start unloading the drum kit, while Maeve followed suit. Noah popped out of the driver’s seat, leaving the door open as he stood next to the car. Doja Cat’s Say So blared through the speakers and into the evening air as he loudly sang along to it. A stone faced Nicholas exited the passenger’s seat and Jolly got out of the back seat to start unloading instruments.
Maeve began to laugh as she watched Noah. “Really?” she giggled, hands on her hips. “Doja Cat?”
“It’s art, you wouldn’t understand,” Noah responded before going right back to singing along.
“He does this every time,” Jolly sighed. “Don’t feed into it.” Maeve just laughed even harder.
Finally Noah turned the car off, music silencing along with it, and started helping Folio unload the kit.
“Do you guys need any help?” Maeve questioned sweetly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Folio looked over at her. “Nah, we got it, doll,” he shot her a wink. “Thank you.”
Maeve felt her entire body flush in an instant, as if her entire body had engulfed in flames.
Doll.
Was he just teasing? Was it a joke? Joke or not, she loved it.
She nodded. “No problem,” she whispered, fighting the shy smile that threatened to spread across her face, heart pounding out of her chest.
She trailed behind them as they walked to the doors. It suddenly clicked that she should probably hold the door for them. She quickly bolted around and in front of them to open the door. They all muttered their appreciation as they walked inside. She followed behind Nick after he walked in. Her eyes immediately widened. The bar was dimly lit, the brightest light in there being a red neon Budweiser sign perched on a shelf behind the bar. Besides herself, the only other woman in the establishment was one of the bartenders. The rest of the patrons were men.
Suddenly, she was overly aware of herself and what she was wearing, crossing her arms over her stomach, her eyes darting around as she followed her friends. The guys walked over to the area where they were supposed to play and began to set up. Maeve, cowered into herself, stood as close to them as possible without getting in their way. Nick glanced over at her, furrowing his eyebrows before walking over to her. “Maeve? You good?”
She looked up at him with a tense smile. “Um, yeah,” she started. “Just a little anxious.”
“How come?” he questioned, slight frown on his face.
“It’s nothing serious,” she tried to reassure. “Just feel like I stick out like a sore thumb.”
Nick nodded, sucking on his teeth before responding. “Well, no one’s gonna mess with you. Not if I- um, we can help it,” he motioned to the guys.
Maeve nodded in response, slowly uncrossing her arms, “Okay…Thank you.”
“Of course,” Nick said, grabbing one of her hands. “We’ve gotta keep you safe.” He pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles before slowly dropping her hand and walking off to finish setting up, leaving her red in the face and giddy.
They put on a phenomenal show. While their music wasn’t something that Maeve would typically listen to, she found herself nearly hypnotized by the combination of their talents and stage presence. She figured she probably made a fool of herself cheering them on, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. They deserved the hype. When they began to pack up, she walked over to them, a bright smile adorning her face.
Nick noticed her first. “What did you think?”
“You guys did amazing!” she beamed, going in for a hug.
Nick hugged her back, picking her up and swinging her side to side as his arms wrapped tightly around her, “Thank you, doll.”
Maeve squealed as he lifted her off the ground. “Put me down,” she giggled. “You’re all sweaty.”
“Hey, you hugged me,” he laughed, gently setting her down on the ground. “Let me help the guys pack up really quick.”
She nodded at him and walked back over to where she had been sitting before, watching them, but mostly Nick, as they packed up. She was pulled from her giddy, excited state almost as soon as she sat down.
“Look who we have here!” A familiar voice boomed as the bar door opened.
Tanner.
Maeve’s breath caught in her throat as she hesitantly looked towards the source of the voice. She shrunk into herself as Tanner approached her. “I thought this wasn’t your scene, princess,” Tanner smirked, leaning against the bar.
He had tried to get her to go to bars when they were together, but she never wanted to. She didn’t enjoy bars. She would much rather drink within the comfort of her home. Or in the home of someone she trusted. She sucked in a deep breath and just nodded towards the guys.
Tanner glanced in the direction that she nodded and let out a chilling chuckle. “Oh, I see how it is,” he said through gritted teeth as he glanced back at her with cold, angry eyes. She leaned back against the bar to get some distance between them and obviously failed to do so. Tanner got in her face, his body pressing to hers. “So you’re a fucking groupie now? Which one are you fucking? Or are you fucking them all?” His voice got louder and harsher with each question.
Maeve started to tear up and tried to move away from him, to no avail. He grabbed her arm, causing her to yelp, tears springing to her eyes. And just as quickly as he had gotten in her face, he was being pulled away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Nick spat. Noah, Nicholas, and Jolly stood by him as he gripped the back of the collar of Tanner’s shirt.
“Putting that slut in her place. I’m doing you a favor.” Tanner responded, eerily calm.
Nick was seeing red as his grip tightened on Tanner’s shirt, pushing him against the bar as hard as he could. Nick then removed one hand and drew back a clenched fist before slamming his fist into Tanner’s nose, blood immediately gushing from his nose. Jolly hurried off to find security while Noah pulled Nick off of Tanner. Nicholas took over in keeping Tanner where he was. Noah was trying his best to hold Nick back from Tanner, constantly readjusting his grip.
“Folio,” Nicholas called, not taking any of his focus off of an enraged Tanner who was trying to get to Folio. “Take Maeve to the truck, now.”
At the mere mention of Maeve, Nick stopped fighting to get out of Noah’s grip and looked over to where Maeve was still seated, trembling with her face in her hands. He looked at Noah, face visibly softened. Noah nodded and let go, then Nick rushed to Maeve’s side. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said softly to her, helping her stand and leading her outside and into the truck as quickly as possible. He opened the door for her and helped her climb into the seat before he rushed over to his side and hopped in.
Maeve was trying her hardest to not break down. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, her heart was beating erratically, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, and her entire body shook. Nick leaned over to her and grabbed one of her trembling hands and she squeezed it.
“Hey, breathe for me, doll. Can you breathe for me?” he asked softly, trying not to panic her further. “C’mon, breathe with me.” He started to breathe in and out, loudly and slowly. Maeve followed his lead, letting his breaths guide her own. She began to calm down slightly, at least enough to where her heart rate slowed and she stopped shaking. Tears had started to stream down her face, and she tried to hide it.
“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice breaking slightly as she silently cried, turning her head away from him.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Nick cooed, gently placing a hand on her face so she would look at him. He cupped her face with both hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This is not your fault.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned into his touch as tears endlessly flowed from her eyes. Nick managed to awkwardly maneuver her into his lap, his arms wrapped around her as she quietly cried into shirt. He rubbed her back as her body occasionally shook with sobs. They stayed like that until Noah, Nicholas, and Jolly came out with all the instruments and equipment they brought, one of the bartenders helping bring it out. Nick rolled the window down as they approached.
“Is she okay?” Jolly asked. Nick shrugged, while Maeve nodded into Nick’s chest as a response. Jolly furrowed his eyebrows with a sigh.
“That guy got kicked out,” Noah said. “Apparently they have trouble with him all the time. They escorted him out and said that if he came back they’d call the cops.”
“I’m so sorry you guys,” Maeve sniffled, words muffled by Nick’s chest.
“Don’t do that. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Nick repeated what he had told her earlier, holding her tighter.
#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens fanfic#bad omens x ofc#nick folio fanfiction#nick folio fanfic#nick folio x ofc#nick folio#bad omens#limoncello series#limoncello#sinkingteethinwhitenoise
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Character Intro: Aoide (Kingdom of Ichor)
Nicknames- Lady Cadence by the people of Olympius
amore mio by her mother
Age- 19 (immortal)
Location- Boeotia, Olympius
Personality- She's a true artistic individual that prides originality above everything else. She's also quite enterprising- finding it natural to be in a leadership role despite being soft spoken. She doesn't mind when she's refered as being a diva, as most talented songtresses are! She's a lesbian & is in a relationship.
She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of voice & song, her other powers/abilities include audiokinesis, having super sonic hearing, and being able to hit a vocal pitch that can shatter adamantine coated glass.
Aoide is the oldest daughter of her mother Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song). She has two younger sisters- Melete (goddess of thought & meditation) and Mneme (goddess of remembrance).
She lives in the state of Boeotia in a mansion built out of marble & ivory with gold accents. The foundation is held by 12 Greek columns, representing the 12 notes of a voice. The color scheme inside is cream, beige, powder blue, blush pink, glittery silver, and periwinkle- complete with many silk & satin curtains on the high arched windows. The marbled floors are spotlessly polished while her bedroom floors are covered in soft white mink carpeting. Aoide sleeps in a large canopy bed. She has her own personal recording studio built in the basement as well as a concert hall room. She has pets- a poodle (a girl) named Belladonna), a maltese (a boy) named Massimo, and a pegasus (a girl) named Sonata, who's usually Aoide's mode of transportation.
She can play the harp, lyre, & piano.
Her fav. jewelry accessories which she always wears are her white gold diamond studded music note shaped earrings and the white gold charm bracelet (with music note shaped charms). Her mom & sisters have matching ones too.
Go-to drinks for her include martinis, cosmopolitans, champagne, limoncello gin cocktails, a costa del sol (a drink made with white rum, club soda, lemon juice, sweet vermouth, & sugar syrup), sparkling water (with mint & lime), and toasted marshmallow milkshakes. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large cinnamon chai creme frappuccino & an iced black tea lemonade.
Most mornings after she wakes up, Aoide will do a series of vocal excercises followed by a session of acupuncture and tai chi.
Her favorite thing to eat for breakfast are the spinach egg white fritattas and lightly toasted bagels (topped with butter and cream cheese). She also likes her mom's ricotta pancakes (topped with whipped cream and caramel sauce) & Earthly Harvest's vanilla almond cereal (with soy milk).
In the pantheon Aoide's friends with Méli (goddess of bees & honey), Eleutheria (goddess of liberty), Pandaisia (goddess of banquets), Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Phaenna (goddess of jewels), Zephyrus (god of the west wind), Aerin (goddess of the ethereal), Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation), Nephele (goddess of clouds), Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), Móda (goddess of fashion), Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Paregoros (Rae) (goddess of soothing words), Eupraxia (goddess of well-being & success), Pothos (god of longing & yearning), and Ailuros (goddess of cats & warfare). Aoide doesn't mind Pheme (goddess of fame). She hasn't been in contact with her former best friends (The Muses) in nearly a century! Most people don't know that M9 used to be The Harmonies- with Aoide being an honorary member and contributing songwriter to many of the songs that they ended up using as M9. She prefers not to dredge up the past & instead co-exist in the world with them. Aoide makes sure not to show up as the same time as them at gold carpet events.
Whatever main radio stations that aren't in the music god's grasp, Aoide owns. She also owns the 2nd largest & well known record company- Platinum Hall Records. Two of her most successful artists are Pale Blu (a nephelai- cloud nymph) and O (Orithyia- an oread, mountain nymph). The Gypsy Belles (the seasonal goddesses) are also signed to the label. Aoide herself hasn't released music of her own except a duet she did with her mother- an operatic orchestral song called "Lacrime Agrodolci", which is a semi-biographical account of her mom's experience during the Titanomachy. The song was nominated at the Golden Laurel Awards for Record of the Year, but lost to M9's "Watercolor Dreams."
She really likes the warm buttery croissants from The Bread Box.
For other work Aoide models for/endorses Persuasions, Stella Ferrea, Maison du Drame, No. 3 & Co., Graces' Glam, Paloma, Diamond Ave., & Euryphaessa. She's currently working with Philyra (and her Olmorfia cosmetics brand) to release a themed make-up palette, Aoide's also thinking about releasing her own parfum.
She loves wearing the Luxuria shimmering body oil in "Sunkissed."
Aoide has a girlfriend, a siren named Philomela. They've been together for a year and made their public debut at the Olympian Gala. She loves her girlfriend's sultry voice, mesmerizing long blue black braids, & the breathless feeling she experiences after kissing her soft full lips.
Her favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery are the cinnamon rolls. She also likes her mom's tiramisu, coconut gelato, white peach tart, & almond semifreddo.
She's starting a growing collection of jeweled Diamond Ave. clutches- so far having the violin shaped one and the boombox shaped one.
Aoide made the best dressed list at the Olympian Gala, where the theme was "Celestial Bodies." She wore a high waisted floor length off-the-shoulder shimmering ivory tulle gown with a 10 ft train, the bodice being lined with pearls and diamonds, and custom made platinum heels. Her hair was in its signature high bouncy ponytail and her make-up kept up with the galatic theme with shimmering silver, dark blue, & violet eyeshadow, jeweled eyebrows (using face jewels), and iridescent lipgloss. She completed the look with oversized white gold diamond studded celestial drop earrings from Stella Ferrea.
Some of her favorite meals include lemon chicken piccata, fettuccine alfredo, margherita pizza, osso buco, tomato basil soup, and caprese pasta salad. She also likes the grilled chicken sandwich combo from Olympic Chef.
In her free time when she's not writing songs or working on music she enjoys ballroom dancing, ballet, going to the cinema, pottery, going to the museum, pottery, cloud surfing, going to the spa, sunbathing, reading, going to the opera, shopping, & painting.
"Singing doesn't necessarily have to be perfect for it to be magical!"
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I was tagged by: @mokuhchi-manuscripts! (Who you should follow… now ⚡️, btw)
Favorite Colors: Teals, yellows, and purples
Currently Reading: The Bone Series by Jeff Smith
Last Song: The Limoncello Theme from Inscryption: Kaycee’s Mod
Last Series: Carmen Sandiego 2019 (Love this show)
Last Movie: That new Luck movie on Apple TV, I liked it
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I like savory foods, but I have a major sweet tooth.
Currently Working On: I have. So many WIPs, I’m going to throw a potted plant at a window
Tagging: Whoever wants to do it, you can just steal it from me
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Spring Waltz: Ti Amo
Spring Waltz: Ti Amo
https://ift.tt/3eISGar
by LovelyinLavender
Join Alex and Henry as they honeymoon on the Amalfi Coast, go boating, and do a spontaneous cliff jump! Oh, and sex. It's not a honeymoon without it. Just a bunch of fluff and smut...and it may have you craving fresh Italian bread, cheese, and limoncello.
Part of the Spring Waltz universe.
Words: 4659, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Spring Waltz Universe
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
Additional Tags: Honeymoon, Italy, Hand Jobs, Amalfi Coast, Boating, cliff jumping, Limoncello, Silly Italians, Angry Italians, Horny Italians, Picnics, they're all potty mouths, Anal Fingering, Doggy Style, Fluff and Smut
via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/yxbUdKJ
January 19, 2024 at 07:14PM
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The Villa | Rachel Hawkins | Published 2023 | *SPOILERS*
As kids, Emily and Chess were inseparable. But by their 30s, their bond has been strained by the demands of their adult lives. So when Chess suggests a girls trip to Italy, Emily jumps at the chance to reconnect with her best friend.
Villa Aestas in Orvieto is a high-end holiday home now, but in 1974, it was known as Villa Rosato, and rented for the summer by a notorious rockstar, Noel Gordon. In an attempt to reignite his creative spark, Noel invites up-and-coming musician, Pierce Sheldon, to join him, as well as Pierce's girlfriend, Mari and her stepsister, Lara. But he also sets in motion a chain of events that leads to Mari writing one of the greatest horror novels of all time, Lara composes a platinum album - and ends in Pierce's brutal murder.
As Emily digs into the villa's complicated history, she begins to think there might be more to the story of that fateful summer in 1974. That perhaps Pierce's murder wasn't just a tale of sex, drugs and rock and roll gone wrong, but that something more sinister might have occurred - and that there might be clues hidden in the now-iconic works that Mari and Lara left behind.
Yet the closer that Emily gets to the truth, the more tension she feels developing between her and Chess. As secrets from the past come to light, equally dangerous betrayals from the present also emerge - and it begins to look like the villa will claim another victim before the summer ends.
Emily is going through a rough transition period in her life. With a divorce from her husband, Matt, on the horizon, a mysterious illness nearly killing her without explanation and her some-what popular cozy mystery series, Petal Bloom, on the outs, she isn't sure how to move forward.
But when Chess, her best friends since girlhood, suggests that the two of them spend 6 weeks of their summer in Orvieto, an Italian village balancing on the rocks of Umbria, Emily jumps at the chance. A getaway could be exactly what she needs in order to begin writing her 10th Petal book, Emily agrees.
Emily arrives after Chess has, and the two of them begin their getaway with lots of wine and limoncello. While Chess seems to be getting through her writing with a fierce intensity, Emily is still struggling to get through her Petal Bloom book.
Instead, her interest is going somewhere entirely new to her. In 1973, a group of five individuals stayed in the very villa that she and Chess are now occupying, and it ended in the murder of one on-the-rise musician and the conviction of another. Rockstar Noel Gordon invited his lover, Lara Larchmont, along with her stepsister, Mari and her boyfriend, Pierce, to stay with him for that summer. Lara is eager to take him up on the offer, as is Mari, who believes that this is going to give Pierce the opportunity to get music written and flung, arms wide open, into the industry.
However, this isn't what happens at all. Their entire 6 week stay is fueled by drugs and alcohol, and even at one point, a threesome between Mari, Noel and Pierce. As was in the 70s, Pierce wanted an open relationship with his girlfriend, for which she agreed. She knew he wasn't a faithful man, but was always adamant that it never bothered her. But, her mental health was on the fritz after the death of her 9-month-old son, Billy, to a lung infection and she hasn't been quite the same since.
In addition to Noel, he has brought along his drug-dealer Johnnie, who takes quite a liking to Mari. He gives her sympathy on Billy's birthday that Pierce couldn't, and eventually, comes to know that despite promising not to do so again, Pierce and Lara ended up sleeping together again at some point, and she is now pregnant, unsure if the child is Noel's or Pierce's.
It was after this revelation that something occurred between Jonnie and Pierce thaat ended in his death and Johnnie's imprisonment and eventual suicide 6 months later.
The topic is new to Emily, but she begins writing with a fervor she never felt with her other novels. But when Chess sees what she is working on, albeit by snooping, she wants in on it, believing that this is more her forte than it is Emily's, but she quickly shoots it down, wanting to work on this adventure on her own without having Chess's name tainting any of it.
However, their trip is further tainted when Emily catches Chess in another lie; while visiting her at her home in Kiawah Island, Matt and Chess ended up sleeping together; but Chess explains that it wasn't what Emily is thinking. They never had an affair, and it was only that one time, despite her keeping him on a chain, leading him to believe that it could be more. Chess thoroughly believed that Emily's sickness was brought on by Matt; not by poisoning but simply because of his presence.
Ever since he left, Emily has begun feeling like her old self and she realizes that Chess is telling the truth.
The two of them invite Matt to come to Italy under the pretense that he and Chess are going to reveal their indiscretion to her together; but it turns out that they lured him there in order to kill him, and be able to get away with it. Which is exactly like what happened all those years ago at the villa between the group of 5. Emily had uncovered that it wasn't Johnnie who had murdered Pierce, but that it was Mari herself.
In the end, the two of them end up collaborating on the book and it is a huge hit, and we get a look into Mari's life. Nearing her 40s, she returns to the villa, the summer she ended up passing away, and reveals that Johnnie was actually responsible for Pierce's death, that she wrote it was her as fiction and a fantasy, though she didn't have anything to do with it; that she and Noel hadn't remained in touch or good friends after the events of that summer despite people thinking otherwise. But, while she wasn't directly involved in his death, she did nothing to help Pierce, only wanting to finish writing her book, which would become her one and only bestselling novel, titled Lilith Rising.
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I love these Christmas stickers and I hope you guys love them too.
Limoncello is the cutest albino python around. His sticker is gonna be a mirror sticker where the ornaments and eyeball reflect.
The PS2 Christmas present sticker is gonna be a Glitter Sticker with the ribbon and sparkles glittering. This sticker is gonna be a series. I will make more Christmas Consoles in the future.
Which Console did you get for Christmas? I'd love to know!
And don't forget about my stickers that are available now in my shop.
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The Week Ahead 7/30-8/5
A new month begins, and it happens to be the last month of summer. Before you start lamenting, start drinking, dancing, eating, reveling in the sunshine, and making the most of it...
$59 Ticket To A Pizza & Limoncello Making Class, NoMad
Immerse yourself in the flavors of the Amalfi Coast at Spritz New York. Join their boozy Pizza & Limoncello Making Class on select Fridays. For just $59, indulge in wood-fired pizzas and various types of Limoncellos. Learn to make Pizza & Limoncello with guided instruction and the freshest ingredients. Take home your creations and be enchanted by the seaside-like ambiance of this dazzling NoMad gem. A divine, delectable adventure that will ignite your wanderlust awaits!
Show Your Support to Teachers with the Help of BIC At This Pop-Up
BIC and Lisa Ann Walter are inviting teachers to a pop-up supply closet stocked with free school supplies. Lisa will be a “hall monitor” that guides teachers to a teachers-only supply closet loaded with BIC stationery. Other event attendees can write their teachers thank you notes, record personalized videos, and help fulfill teachers’ wish lists via the Kids in Need Foundation!
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Over-the-top. Sensual. Lavish. Indulgent. Decadent. Jewel Thief's Burlesque Show is all of the above, and then some. Make your way underneath NoMad hotspot Spritz NoMad and get lost in the exclusive, sexy feels. Take a seat at your private table, and savor the drinks, the eats, and the jaw-dropping performers...
Watercolor Workshop & Happy Hour
Spend a fun evening learning how to capture the world in watercolors as you paint. Craft beer will be provided and each participant will receive up to 2 drinks. Don't miss out on this educational, artsy, and exciting evening!
$29 Wellness Summer Fridays: Booze, Beauty Treatments, Yoga
Beat the summer heat with Grayson Hotel's Midtown Meltdown series, a rejuvenating lobby experience in NYC. For just $29, enjoy a 2-hour open bar of beer and wellness drinks, beauty treatments, yoga sessions, and surprises. Pamper yourself with goodies like Oribe's texturizing spray and RiseWell toothpaste, and try microcurrent treatments from Heyday Skincare. Shop at the Frank & Oak pop-up and sip on refreshing libations. This is your ultimate summer sanctuary in the city!
Metallica: The Black Album in Black & White at Rizzoli Bookstore
Calling all Metallica fans! Ross Halfin joins Rizzoli Bookstore for the Metallica New York Takeover. He will be in conversation with Steffan Chirazi about Metallica: The Black Album in Black & White followed by a meet and greet.
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