Sinfully Sweet

enfermo-de-amorr:

Mister Carriedo. He hates how she keeps saying that. Mister. As if he’s sme old hoot. As if she doesn’t know his first name. “Stop calling me that. It’s Toni. Tonhio. Toni. And Toni wants what Toni wants.” Slouching over and gesturing to his now cooling plate of food.

“Bleh.” The glass is slid away. “I don’t want water.” No, no not water. He prefers wine. Which is all empty. “Mighty Spain. Pfft. There’s nothing might about me anymore.. mighty hungry? Yeah. That me. So could you just–” Scooting over in the chair until only one of is ample buttcheeks is seated, then pats the spot next to him. “Sit with me. Please. Please feed me.”

“Antonio, please do sit properly in your chair.” There is no way on God’s little green Earth that Lilli is even going to entertain the notion of sitting next to a nearly naked man she hardly knows. She’s done some very strange things in her life but this will not be one of them.

“I will feed you if you sit properly.” She can’t believe she’s caved. All she can do is resolutely fire off more texts to Joaquim, pleading with him in every way she knows how to save her from this humiliating, degrading situation.

"But it's not my chair so I don't have to sit in it properly." Technically he's right. The chair wasn't his, it's Joaquim's. But still, he says it in such a snotty way one would think you're truly talking to a child. He eventually does settle both cheeks in the chair and look to Lilli for sustenance and nutrition.

"So you never told me. Why are you here? Joaquim wasn't expecting any woman over. Are you guys like, a thing? How has that been working out?" Watch how he opens his mouth expecting her to spoon feed him like some helpless baby bird.

#stadslichten #b l e s s is right'

stadslichten:

“Absolutely~ and I even come bearing gifts~~!“

She reaches for the bag across her shoulder and pulls it open, digging out a clear container full to the brim of little chocolates. “Call me a one trick pony, but guess what I have for you, my specialty in a new flavor~”

“Gifts?”

“Giiiiiiiiifts!” What a way to change his mood. What a way! Antonio springs into the air and twirls about in his ridiculous heart shaped briefs before coming to a rest, grabby hands on the container of goodies. “Won’t you come on iiiiiin?”

magyarkavezo:

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“Yes, I’ve been gone, so busy with work, how are you?”

“Are you…alright?”

“I’m--” Is it alright if he just... suddenly takes Regos by the hand and leads him inside.

“Good?”

#magyarkavezo

inionnaforaoise:

A depressed Spainiard? Not on her watch! Incoming cuddle attack in 3…2…

“Gotcha!” she jumps on his back laughing. “Surrender!”

He doesn’t actually put up that much of a fight. Antonio goes limp in her arms and flops over.

“But I don’t waaaanna surrender.”

#inionnaforaoise

stadslichten:

“Oh come now, what’s what sigh for, Mi querido~?“

How can he be grumpy when she’s here?

“Wahhhh! Have you come to be with me? Really really?”

#stadslichten #smooshes her face

whispers at the dash look what my fool son has started

#ooc; outoftomatoes

enfermo-de-amorr:

Did he just pout? A grown ass man actually pouts. He doesn’t like being scolded or told what to do. He just wants to be fed and dotted over for a change. “Fiiiine.” Dragging himself towards the table, Antonio looks down at his food before looking over at Lilli. Down at his food and back at Lilli. This back and forth goes on for several exchanged before he cuts in again.

“But I’m too sad to feed myself.” Maybe throwing himself a pity party will get what he wants “Won’t you do it for me? Hermano usually does it but he’s nt here. But you are.”

“You are allowed to feel sad, Mister Carriedo, and I will support you. But I will not feed you. I am not Joaquim.” Why does she feel like a parent right now? This man is centuries older than her and in this moment she feels as though she is the more mature one.

With a sigh and a glass of water for sustenance, Lilli takes a seat next to Antonio. “Your are capable of feeding yourself or has the mighty Spain been so reduced that he cannot even eat properly?”

Mister Carriedo. He hates how she keeps saying that. Mister. As if he's sme old hoot. As if she doesn't know his first name. "Stop calling me that. It's Toni. Tonhio. Toni. And Toni wants what Toni wants." Slouching over and gesturing to his now cooling plate of food.

"Bleh." The glass is slid away. "I don't want water." No, no not water. He prefers wine. Which is all empty. "Mighty Spain. Pfft. There's nothing might about me anymore.. mighty hungry? Yeah. That me. So could you just--" Scooting over in the chair until only one of is ample buttcheeks is seated, then pats the spot next to him. "Sit with me. Please. Please feed me."

#open #what is he sighing at?#why is he sighing?

siiiighs in Spanish

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Juice wrld- All girls are the same

#Antonio.txt #ohhhh it him

ziashetalia

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#aph france #aph spain #frain

enfermo-de-amorr:

Yes Antonio wants more. He’s a bottomless pit. A pit of emotions and and sorrows that seem to go on and on with no end in sight. At least he can fill said pit temporarily with food and drink.

Meanwhile, as Lilli prepares him something else Antonio sits in the middle of the floor. Not at the table or on a chair. But the floor and picks at the hole in his sock until it’s grown larger. That’s when he decides to slip it off and toss it– unfortunately at Lilli.

“I’m kinda tired lady. Is it too much to ask for ya to feed me? Feeeed meeeee.”

Oh, if she weren’t a lady just what she wouldn’t do to this terrible man. Joaquim would return home to a pulp of a brother, that’s for certain. But Lilli is a lady and therefore she will keep her hands to herself, which means not feeding this overgrown baby.

“Mister Carriedo, either you eat or you don’t. But there will be no feeding you. You are perfectly capable.” Never mind that she’s using the same tone of voice she uses on patients she visits in the nursing home who are having more…cantankerous days.

Did he just pout? A grown ass man actually pouts. He doesn't like being scolded or told what to do. He just wants to be fed and dotted over for a change. "Fiiiine." Dragging himself towards the table, Antonio looks down at his food before looking over at Lilli. Down at his food and back at Lilli. This back and forth goes on for several exchanged before he cuts in again.

"But I'm too sad to feed myself." Maybe throwing himself a pity party will get what he wants "Won't you do it for me? Hermano usually does it but he's nt here. But you are."

enfermo-de-amorr:

Antonio isn’t normally this rude or dismissive, but considering the circumstances and the specific time of year he’s curled in on himself and had become a recluse. “Thaaaaanks. I’ll be right–.” Flopping down on the couch and covering himself in the duvet that he had snagged off of Joaquim’s mattress. “I’ll be right here so. So you do you and I’ll just…” out like a light.

An hour later he raises without so much of a thanks and stumbles into the kitchen to gather his food. There the lovely meal Lilli so lovingly made is consumed and, what was reserved for Joaquim, is eaten as well. “Mmm, this was good! Is there..” Looking around and poking his head back into the stove, muffling hs voice. “Anymore?”

All Lilli can do is make soft, distressed noises when her romantic dinner for Joaquim is mercilessly devoured. She’s stressed. So stressed. And now Antonio wants more? While she is cooking yet another thing for him, she can’t help but fire off a series of distressed texts to Joaquim begging him to come home.

This is not how she wanted this day to go at all.

“I have made you something else.” Basically whatever Joaquim had that could be cooked, she put on a plate for him. Hopefully this is enough to satisfy the beast.

Yes Antonio wants more. He's a bottomless pit. A pit of emotions and and sorrows that seem to go on and on with no end in sight. At least he can fill said pit temporarily with food and drink.

Meanwhile, as Lilli prepares him something else Antonio sits in the middle of the floor. Not at the table or on a chair. But the floor and picks at the hole in his sock until it's grown larger. That's when he decides to slip it off and toss it-- unfortunately at Lilli.

"I'm kinda tired lady. Is it too much to ask for ya to feed me? Feeeed meeeee."

enfermo-de-amorr:

“You suppose?” Bleak green eyes visibly lighten at the prospect of food and the deadpanned expression he had been wearing cracks open into a little grin. “Good good. Here, you take this then and–” Handing off the ice cream to Lilli, Antonio stops to spoon out another bite before sticking the utensil back into the tub.

“I’m going to, uhh, take a nap. Wake me when you’re done?” Giving her shoulder a light pat the Spaniard swivels around and shuffles his feet back to the couch, but, on the way another hole could he spotted in the center of his ridiculous print briefs.

All she can do is stand there, dumbfounded, while yet another thing is added to the pile in her arms. A nap. He is putting her to work without so much as a ‘how do you do?’ while he goes to take a nap. Lilli honestly does not even know what to do in this situation. And–oh dear God his briefs have a hole in them, too.

Numbly, she walks into the kitchen and puts the ice cream away before she organizes the ingredients for what should have been a romantic meal. Within an hour, a luxurious dinner of steak with wine sauce, creamy potatoes, and crisp greens is assembled, half of which is served to Antonio. The other half will be kept in the oven for whenever Joaquim gets home.

“Äh, Guten Appetit, Mister Carriedo.”

#lilli of the mountain #im so sorry lilli

Antonio isn't normally this rude or dismissive, but considering the circumstances and the specific time of year he's curled in on himself and had become a recluse. "Thaaaaanks. I'll be right--." Flopping down on the couch and covering himself in the duvet that he had snagged off of Joaquim's mattress. "I'll be right here so. So you do you and I'll just..." out like a light.

An hour later he raises without so much of a thanks and stumbles into the kitchen to gather his food. There the lovely meal Lilli so lovingly made is consumed and, what was reserved for Joaquim, is eaten as well. "Mmm, this was good! Is there.." Looking around and poking his head back into the stove, muffling hs voice. "Anymore?"

enfermo-de-amorr:

Lilli should be lucky Antonio decided to put on underwear today as he’s dipped down into one of those moods again. Which is the reason why he’s where he is eating another man’s ice cream. “Oh! Well… you can maybe make me dinner instead? I’ll eat it up. Promise! Yum yum yum.”

Popping off the couch with the tub of ice cream still in his arms the Spaniard shuffles his feet towards the door and, upon closer inspection, stubble can be seen sprouting across his face and chin. “So what do you say? Make me food?”

Space. She needs space from this mostly naked man. Oh, she knows he has no nefarious intent. No man wearing such ridiculous briefs and a single sock could ever have lewd designs on a lady. Antonio knows better. She doesn’t know him well but she knows him well enough to know that.

“Äh, I…suppose?” Out of habit, Lilli politely leans backward to give him a little more space. “I suppose I could make you food?” There is only enough for two portions but Lilli supposes she can simply sit this meal out. She’s put on a bit of weight since Lent ended, anyway. Missing one meal can’t hurt.

#lilli of the mountain #WELCOME TO THE FAMILY

"You suppose?" Bleak green eyes visibly lighten at the prospect of food and the deadpanned expression he had been wearing cracks open into a little grin. "Good good. Here, you take this then and--" Handing off the ice cream to Lilli, Antonio stops to spoon out another bite before sticking the utensil back into the tub.

"I'm going to, uhh, take a nap. Wake me when you're done?" Giving her shoulder a light pat the Spaniard swivels around and shuffles his feet back to the couch, but, on the way another hole could he spotted in the center of his ridiculous print briefs.

thebeautyofliberty

enfermo-de-amorr:

[SMS] THEN COME OVER

[SMS] Do it. Now.

[SMS] HURRYYYY

Did Francis have work to be doing? Almost certainly. Was that work more important than going to see if Antonio really could suck his own dick, or whatever other dumb things they might do down at his place? Without a doubt.

Was that going to stop him? No.

[text] If I come visit, will you feed me?