#and ITALY!!!! my dream vacation since i was a baby...

[nctyaoi]

words cannot describe how ready i am to not step foot inside a target for a month and spend two weeks in the middle of the ocean

[honeyedmiller]

When in Positano | Javier Peña

javier peña x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: light alcohol consumption, smut (fingering, f & m oral receiving, unprotected piv, major breeding kink, ass slaps), talks of starting a family, an insane amount of fluff, javi is a romantic at heart, bits of spanish with translation, frequent pov switching, no use of y/n.

word count: 6.1k

synopsis: honeymooning in italy with your husband is a dream, especially when he reveals he wants to start a family with you.

a/n: this has been in my wips / drafts since january- and then i ultimately decided to change the whole plot of this bc i've been in a soft mushy mood for husband x reader lately. shoutout to @ilovepedro (ily) for beta'ing this baby for me. hope you enjoy <3

It was times like this that you could hardly believe this was your life.

The morning sun had shown her golden rays through the linen curtains that danced with the wind, illuminating your villa brilliantly. The first thing you get to see when your eyes flutter open is your husband, unknowingly basking in the golden light of the morning. 

You stretch your sore limbs, the glint of your wedding ring in the light catching your attention. You can't help the smile that spreads across your lips, eyes shifting down to the man next to you once again. 

You study his peaceful features as if you were sketching him from memory — tan, warm skin; dark, thick hair; a mustache that always tickles the tiniest bit when he’d kiss you anywhere on your body; a strong, angular nose; long lashes that fan his cheeks; and plush, pink lips that were slightly parted as he breathed steadily. 

The only thing you miss dearly in sight at that very moment are his beautiful brown eyes. The same eyes that had you hooked from the very first time your gaze fell upon them. 

Your eyes travel down to his muscular arms — the same arms that always hold you tight and protect you, all the way down to his torso and his naked, but covered, lower half. 

Your eyes snap up to his gorgeous face once more, reaching your hand out to trace featherlight lines over his smooth skin. You cup his cheek, leaning forward in the slightest to kiss his nose. His brows scrunch in reaction as he finally stirs awake. 

He groans softly as he instinctively wraps an arm around you, bringing your bare body flush to his. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles in your throat, taking advantage of your proximity to him as you start peppering kisses all over his face. 

You pull back and he peeks one sleepy eye open, a half smile immediately forming on his face. 

“Buenos días, mi amor.” [good morning, my love] He whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“Buenos días, mi esposo.” [good morning, my husband] You beam, and he gently grabs your left hand — the one that decided to caress his face once more — and looks down at it with pride, seeing the wedding band and engagement ring together. It’s something he’ll never tire of. 

“Still can’t believe you said ‘I do’.” He chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips so he can kiss your ring. 

“I’d say those two words in a million lifetimes with you, Javier.” You whisper, and his soft brown eyes look up at you in pure adoration. 

“Mi vida.” [my life] He shakes his head in disbelief, an undeniable grin etching itself upon his plush lips. 

You said I do to each other just seventy-two hours ago, and you both have been luxuriating in the blissful feeling of forever. 

Javier surprised you with your dream vacation destination as your honeymoon, and you cried in happiness on your twelve hour flight as you both made your way to Italy. 

You don’t know what you did to deserve such a man as Javier, and you truly don’t think you’ll ever comprehend how you got to marry him. What you do know, is that you’re the luckiest woman alive. 

Little do you also know, he feels the same exact way about you. 

“I love you.” The words flow naturally, easily, and he gives you a look that makes you want to give him the whole universe. Fuck, if you could, you would. 

This man—the man that has endured so much in his past, only to open up his heart to you and only you—to protect you, cherish you, and love you the way he does, is a man that deserves everything gracious and peaceful this world has to offer. 

And if you told him those exact words, he’d kiss you searingly and tell you that you are his grace, his peace, his god-given solace. You are the reason his heart beats, his days are brighter, his world spins on its axis. You’re everything to him and he’d show you time and time again just so. 

“I love you too, cariño.” [honey] His voice is softer, a voice only reserved for you. Underneath the harsh exterior and the stern brow he always wears, there’s a softness that he carries when it’s just you two in the confines of your own space. You always greet him at the door when he comes home, pressing a kiss between his furrowed brows, wrapping your arms around him before telling him “welcome home.” He always relaxes under your touch, and knowing you’re his peace makes pride bloom in your chest. 

Your heart aches in the best way possible with how much you love your husband, and your faithfulness and devotion to him will never, ever waver. 

Javi buries his face into your neck and leaves a trail of kisses up to your jaw, mustache hairs tickling your skin as he nibbles on your chin playfully. 

“What’s on the agenda today, baby?” He asks, hand gliding up the soft skin of your torso, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. The ghost of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you grin lazily as you look at him. 

“I was thinking about the street market we passed yesterday, and maybe a new restaurant?” You say, running a hand through his thick brown locks. You twirl a longer piece at the nape of his neck around your finger, and he begins to kiss your collarbone languidly. 

He hums in thought, kisses trailing down to the swell of your breasts. You cradle the back of his head gently, not particularly wanting him to stop, but also aware that you should really get out of bed and enjoy the beauty of Positano while you can. Your fingers release his head and skate down to his back, gently double tapping the space between his shoulder blades. 

“We should really get up, amor.” [love] Your tone isn’t convincing enough even to yourself, and Javi rests his chin on your sternum as he looks at you with a glimpse of mischief in his eyes. 

“Can I enjoy the sweet taste of my wife first?” His tone is more of a statement than a question, and you can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. Truthfully, if it were up to him, you two probably wouldn’t leave the bedroom very much in the week and a half you get to spend here. To you, Italy was paradise, but to Javier, you were his. 

He could spend days with his face – or cock – buried between your thighs, savoring every moment of your addicting taste and tight cunt. 

“Only if you let me pick the restaurant.” You negotiate poorly, and even then, Javier sports a grin that lights up the whole room. The sun and her radiance doesn’t even nearly hold a candle to your husband’s smile. 

“Deal.” He murmurs, lips marking their territory down your sternum. Before he gets any further, he kisses both of your breasts before enveloping a nipple into his mouth. You suck in a breath at the feeling, the sensation shooting straight down to your already needy and aching core. 

Something of a whine escapes you, tugging on his hair as you arch your back off the mattress. You can feel his smug smirk against your skin before he switches sides, relishing the other pert bud before letting go with a small pop. 

The anticipation is building up much quicker than you expected, and you’re squirming beneath Javi as his lips ghost your stomach, moving down the bed before uncovering your bottom half. 

A lazy grin appears on his lips as he takes in the sight of your puffy, glistening pussy, ready for his tongue to drink you up like you’re the finest nectar on the planet. 

Javier tsks at the sight teasingly, swiping his middle finger through your folds, preening at your receptiveness to his touch as your hips buck toward his mouth involuntarily. “Now who made my beautiful wife this wet and needy, hm?” He asks, moving his face down to kiss the supple skin of your thigh before biting down gently. 

You yelp in surprise, looking down at him only to find him sporting a shit-eating grin. The word wife makes you even needier, loving the fact that you belong to him. 

“You, mi corazón [my heart]. Solo tú.” [only you]

Javi closes his eyes at the endearment, nestling his cheek to your thigh as he breathes in a few times. He feels like he’s in an alternate reality where his dream woman just dropped out of the sky, and he gets to spend the rest of his life with her. 

But this is real, you’re real, and he nearly has to pinch himself to prove that you aren’t a figment of his imagination. He gets to spend eternity with you, and he deems himself the luckiest son of a bitch alive. 

He opens his eyes and his gaze meets yours once more, and you can’t help but reach out for his face. You look so ethereal to him as the golden rays fall upon your body, making you glow like a goddess. Your head is back against the pillows as you watch him with an adoring gaze from above, and he truly has no words to ever conjure up just how much he loves you. 

And, for a moment, as he’s watching you watch him, his eyes flicker down to your stomach. Javier never thought he’d be a man who wants to have kids in his life. Hell, he didn’t even think he’d ever be able to get married, let alone to a gem such as yourself. 

You’ve given him a softer life; a life full of love and happiness—a complete one-eighty from his time in Colombia—and a house to call a home, albeit you being his home no matter where you two are. You’d also be the one to be able to give him the ultimate gift: fatherhood. 

He sweeps his reeling thoughts to the back of his mind for now, his main focus averting back to you and pleasing you until you’re screaming his name. 

With that thought in mind, he wastes no more time before he gives your pretty, glistening pussy a kiss, delving his tongue into your folds right after. 

You gasp at the sensation, eyebrows pinching together as his muscle works your nerves expertly as he’s done countless times before. He traces the tip of his tongue through your folds, up to your clit and flicks it a few times before moving back down to your entrance. He prods the muscle inside and dutifully fucks you with his tongue, the pace delicious as his nose bumps your clit repeatedly in the process. 

You grip onto his hair, hips bucking into his face in tandem with the stroke of his tongue. 

You can’t help but cry out his name repeatedly, and he feels prideful that he’s the only one that can make you feel this good. 

Javi’s mouth separates from your dripping cunt, bottom half of his face shiny with the taste he loves oh so much. 

“Taste like a dream, muñequita.” [doll] He breathes, sliding his hand down to grip your thigh as the other toys with the slick on your pussy. He kisses your thigh again and he looks up at you trying to catch your breath. Your head already feels fuzzy at the immense pleasure your husband’s tongue brings you, and to top it off, he slides his middle and ring finger into you. 

He keeps his eyes on your face and watches as you unravel, pumping his fingers in and out of you. He makes sure to curl his fingers to hit the very specific spot he knows you like, and when he does, you lose all resolve. You crumble under his touch as your arousal seeps out of you and down his fingers, coating his wedding band in your juices as they flow down to his wrist. 

“So fucking pretty, baby. You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asks, and you nod without hesitation. 

“Words, corazón.” [heart] 

“Fuck–fuck, yes, Javi, oh, god-” You cry, and he squeezes your thigh before diving back down to lap up your pussy once more. The combination of his tongue and fingers is absolutely lethal—you know you aren’t going to last much longer. 

Javier is the matchbox to your match, dragging, dragging, dragging you along. The coil in your core is wound up so tight that within seconds, you break and light aflame. 

You cry out his name, the sound of your own desperate plea reverberating off of the four walls of the villa’s bedroom eagerly. 

You feel like you’re gushing everywhere—his fingers, his mouth, the bedsheets—and it’s pure ecstasy when he blows out the flame, your body the smoke as you dissipate into the luxury of a devastatingly euphoric bliss. 

Javi drags his lips up your thigh, to your torso, all the way up to your jaw before capturing your lips in a searing kiss as you both share the taste of you on his tongue. 

He hums into the kiss and separates from you, bringing his slick-coated fingers to your mouth. You huff a laugh as you eagerly lick the arousal off of his wedding ring and up his digit, popping both of them into your mouth and suck them until they’re clean. 

Javi’s cock is impossibly hard now, but he knows how badly you want to explore the beautiful city. So, he pushes his urges down for now, though you’d likely gladly take his cock into that pretty mouth of yours and suck him dry. 

He groans as he gets up from the bed, giving you another chaste kiss before he trudges to the bathroom to retrieve a towel to clean you up. Your eyes follow him as you lay on your side, head propped up by your hand. You study his figure unashamedly, admiring your husband and his bare form in all of its glory. Long legs, toned arms, tan skin, and of course, that insanely cute ass of his—and he’s all yours. Every inch of his beautiful body, face, and mind is yours. 

He walks out of the bathroom with a towel in hand, and you can’t help but admire his impressive length. He teasingly throws the towel at you and you catch it, and before you can protest, his body is hovering over yours. 

“Someone can’t keep their eyes to themselves, hm?” He quirks a brow at you. 

“Well excuse me for admiring my husband and how sexy he is.” You retort, and he can’t help the guttural laugh that escapes his belly. 

“You’re something else, you know that?” His tone is playful, snatching the towel from you as he cleans you up. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows as you give him a stern look, and he meets your gaze with a boyish grin. 

“You’re the one who married me. That’s on you.” You say, and he grabs your shoulders after tossing the towel onto the floor before giving you a light shake. 

“And it’s been the best decision of my life, muchas gracias.” [thank you very much]

You roll your eyes before leaning up and giving him a kiss, tapping his thigh as you pull apart. 

“Up and at ‘em, baby. Italy is waiting for us.” 

-

You watched Javi as he bought some fresh fruit from a vendor at the street market, patrons bustling on the side as they enjoyed the beautiful weather and scenery before them. The water was a brilliant hue of blue, tying in the bright colors and coastal landscaping Positano had to offer. 

Javi holds out his arm for you after he purchases the fruit, and you gladly cling onto his bicep as you make your way down the street. You stop for a moment to look at him and admire his outfit—bright blue shirt that contrasted beautifully against his tan skin, and some white pants paired with brown loafers.

 He gave you a face when you originally suggested the shoes to him because it simply wasn’t something he’d ever wear, but they were insanely comfortable and undoubtedly great for walking, deeming you right once more. 

“Mi esposa always knows what’s best,” [my wife] He’d said. 

Javi peels an orange for you both to share, splitting it in half and hand feeding you the slices. You bite the tip of his finger playfully, and he can’t help but admire the buttery sweet sound of the laugh that emanates you. 

You hum at the citrus taste of the orange, closing your eyes in delight at how fresh it is. 

“That’s delicious.” You say aloud, and Javi looks at you while sliding his aviators down the bridge of his nose. 

“It is, but nothing compares to the taste of you.”

Your face heats up at his words, hiding it in the crook of his neck for a second while letting out a mumbled ‘behave’ from you. 

He’s smug when you pull your face back from the warmth of his body, and you lightly swat his chest in mock-chastise. 

“You hungry, mamí?” He pulls a food guide of local restaurants out from his back pocket, and you nod eagerly. 

“For more than just food.” You murmur, slotting your arms onto his broad shoulders, letting one hand dangle and the other play with the curls at the nape of his neck. His hands instinctively grab onto your waist and he pulls your body flush to his. 

“Now who needs to behave, hm?” 

“Still you.” You beam.

“Smartass.” He retorts with a chuckle. 

“Maybe. But you love me.”

“That I do, bebita,” [baby girl] He leans in for a kiss before handing you the food guide, and you briefly scan the options. 

 “How about some pizza?” 

-

The restaurant reminds you of your first date with Javier. You remember how much he tried to impress you, and even then, you knew he was someone special. To end up here with him in Italy eating the most delicious pizza and drinking the crispest glass of wine four years later seems like a total fever dream. 

Javi raises his glass up to you, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes and the softest smile you think you’ve ever seen on him. “Cheers to you, amor de me vida,” [love of my life] “You make me the happiest man alive. You’ve given me everything I could wish for and then some, and your beautiful heart and soul never ceases to amaze me.” 

Tears prick your eyes as you raise your glass to clink against his, sipping the Prosecco in your glass. You reach for his left hand across the table, bringing his knuckles up to your lips as you kiss them and his wedding band repeatedly. 

“I love you, Javier Peña. Thank you for giving me a life well beyond my wildest dreams. I’d do anything for you. It’s me and you against the world, baby.” 

“I’ll never know how a bastard like me got so goddamn lucky. You’re a godsend, corazón,” [heart] “What if we had an addition to our world?” He asks, voice almost shy as he tries to gauge your reaction. 

“What do you mean, mi amor?” [my love]

”How do you feel about starting a family? With me?” 

He’s hopeful with the way he stares at you, squeezing your hand as he awaits your answer. 

“Is that something you want, baby? I know a while back you said you weren’t too sure.” 

You’d love to have a family with Javier. The thing was, he wasn’t too sure of that awhile back when things really got serious between you two. You were a little crushed by the prospect of not having kids with the love of your life, but you’d learn to make do. It was never a dealbreaker for you specifically, but you’ve always felt like you were meant to be a mom. 

“I’m sure now. I love the sound of having a little one of us running around. We don’t need to rush into it, though. I just—I want this with you, and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Well, besides asking you to be mine para siempre.” [forever]

You try to not let your emotions overwhelm you in the moment. The man sitting in front of you has you in pure awe, with the way a softness has wrapped itself around his heart, showing him that this side of life is full of warmth and love. He’s gradually learned to accept it, unlearning all of the harsh stoicism that seized his being in the past. 

“You’d be the best daddy, Javier Peña. No doubt in my mind.” 

His face gleams with joy as he brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing each knuckle individually. 

“And you’d be the best mommy, Mrs. Peña.” 

Your heart flutters at the sound of your new last name. You still genuinely cannot believe you’re married to this man. 

“Chucho is probably going to ask when we’re going to give him grandbabies.” 

Javier can’t help but laugh, knowing full well his father would undoubtedly ask that question as soon as you two get back to Texas. 

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you. “We should start practicing now then, mamí. Wouldn’t wanna keep him or the rest of the family waiting.” 

-

A sheen of sweat coats your brow and chest as you arrive back to your villa with Javi. The walk itself wasn’t far but the warm weather was starting to get to you. And yet, as soon as you walked through the doors of the bedroom, he was on you. 

He was kissing your pulse point while his hands roamed over your body with fervor, skimming over the cotton material of the sundress you were wearing. You giggle as his mustache tickles your neck, playfully nudging him.

“Javi, baby, I’m all sticky and sweaty. Let me take a shower first.”

He hums at your words, continuing the assault of his lips down your jugular before nibbling on your hot skin. His grip on your waist tightens before he leads you backwards into the bathroom, hands moving down to your ass before giving it a playful slap. He spins you around so you’re both facing the huge mirror above the double vanity, and his hands settle onto your stomach. 

His eyes travel down to where his hands are as he starts to rub his thumbs back and forth. The look of pure love in his eyes was enough to tell you how badly he really wants to be a father. You reach an arm back to cradle the side of his face, craning your neck to the side to give his cheek a kiss. 

“Can you just imagine growing a life that’s half you and half me in here? Nuestro hijo o hija. You’d be glowing even more than you do now, mi amor.” [our son or daughter ; my love]

Your gaze snaps back up to his face, his usual stoic brow softened at the idea of you carrying his child. You didn’t think you could fall in love with this man even more, but picturing him taking your newborn baby out of the carseat after coming home from the hospital and seeing their tiny body resting against his chest in comfort, against someone so loving and so familiar, gives you an indescribable amount of butterflies. 

His eyes meet yours in the mirror once more, and you can’t help but give him a soft smile. Both of you are well aware that no words can ever come close to describing the emotions that flow through your minds and hearts, but somehow still connect perfectly like a puzzle piece.

It’s sacred, your love with Javi, and it’s something you’ll both pour into your future child endlessly. 

Javi’s lips find your neck once more, fingertips skating over the sticky flesh of your arms before settling on the straps of your dress. His lips move to your shoulder as he slips one strap off, then the other, and tugs down gently so the fabric falls and pools at your feet. 

You’re bare on top, and Javi takes advantage of the beautiful sight and kneads your breasts with his hands. You can’t help the way your head lolls back onto his shoulder, biting your lip as he tweaks both nipples simultaneously. 

“My beautiful wife.” He whispers, trailing a hand down your torso and over the fabric of your panties, teasingly rubbing you through the thin material. A gasp evades you as the familiar low ache bubbles in your core once again. 

“Javi,” You gasp, hand flying up to steady yourself as you grab the side of his neck. 

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name.”

Your ass presses against his front, and you feel his cock harden in his pants. You turn around to face him and he grabs your hips instinctively before pulling you forward so you’re flush to his body. He leans in to kiss you ferociously, hands sliding down to grab your ass as you toss your arms over his shoulders. 

You stay like that for a minute just enjoying the simplicity in the art of kissing your husband before reaching down to unbutton his shirt. You slide the material off of his shoulders before moving down to his pants, palming his cock teasingly. He groans into your mouth and kisses you like a starved man, backing you toward the shower. You slide his jeans off of his hips once he’s stagnant and he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

Before you two can continue your escapades, he gives your forehead a kiss before turning on the shower to a temperature comfortable for you both. You slide your panties off and he mirrors your actions, sliding his boxers off before you both step inside. 

The lukewarm water cools your skin briefly before Javi steps under the stream, face up toward the water. You watch as the droplets stream down his face, to his neck and shoulders, down his torso and down down down into the dark, wiry hairs that sit below his navel and above his delicious length. 

Your mouth is practically salivating at the sight before you, and you need to have a taste of your husband. 

Your hands are gentle on his torso before they drag down, your body lowering with them until you’re on your knees. Javi looks down at you with his lips parted and a wild look in his eye. 

You lick your lips and smirk at him before pushing on his thighs, backing him up so he sits down onto the bench in the shower. You scoot forward on your knees, admiring your man from below as his thighs spread wide and his hard cock is already furious and leaking pre-come, slathering itself onto his torso. 

Your nails scratch his thighs lightly before you lean down to kiss them each once, looking back up at him before taking his cock into your hand. You pump his silky flesh a few times before swiping your thumb over his slit, spreading his arousal over the head of his cock before lowering your mouth. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the taste, absolutely entranced by this man and his cock that you love oh so much. 

“My wife is so pretty with my cock in her mouth.” He says, stroking the side of your face with his thumb. 

You separate from him as you sit back on your heels, pumping his length as you quirk a brow. “I think I look prettier when your cock is in me, papí.” 

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, thumping his head against the shower wall. “Got a dirty fucking mouth, bebita. Christ.” [baby girl]

“Just wait to see what it’ll do to your cock.” You can’t help but giggle at the way your words were easily affecting him, but you decide to cease your teasing. 

You slowly take him into your mouth, gagging as you reach the hilt. You swallow around him as best as you can manage before bringing your mouth up once more, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him all the way into your mouth again. 

He’s heavy and warm against your tongue, twitching with every bob of your head as you set a steady rhythm. You squeeze your lips around him and he cradles the back of your head, guiding your movements up and down his cock in haste. 

“Your mouth feels so– fuck– fucking good, corazón.” [heart] 

He struggles to vocalize a coherent thought, babbling on about how good you make him feel and how much he loves you. 

The broken praises only spur you on further as you begin to deepthroat him with every pass, tears pricking your waterline as you control your gag reflex. He’s nearly bucking his hips up into you at this point, fucking your mouth at a pace that drives him insane. 

“Shit– yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck you’re so perfect, I’m gonna fucking come—”

You hum around him and squeeze your lips even tighter, gripping his thighs as he tenses up. His spend shoots onto your tongue and he can’t help the loud groan that rumbles through his chest, the feeling of your mouth so heavenly around his cock. You swallow everything he gives you, enjoying the view of your husband’s post-orgasm glow. 

The late afternoon sun seeps into the bathroom and illuminates him in such a way that even the Greek Gods have nothing against. He looks picturesque like this; mouth parted and panting—a wild and untamable rasp, eyes shut as he comes down from the orgasm he’s been pining after all day long. His wet curls stick to his forehead in disarray, but it suits him. 

His eyes slowly peel open and peer down at you, and you know better than to give him a smug smile. Instead, you lean down and kiss his inner thigh a few times without breaking his heady gaze. 

“C’mere.” He murmurs, pulling you up by your elbows. You’re standing now, and he leans forward to kiss your stomach a few times before he pats his thighs. You straddle his hips, hands landing on his chest as you trace small patterns. 

His hand slides down and in between your thighs where it’s slick with your arousal. You were so lost in pleasing your husband that you didn’t notice the incessant need growing stronger by the minute. It wasn’t a low, bubbling thing anymore—it was a full-fledged monstress clawing her way to the surface, begging to be tamed. 

The carnal desire for Javi couldn’t be held off anymore. You leaned in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as your hips rock against nothing in particular. Javi is already half-hard again, and ever the gentleman that he is, he angles you down to where your dripping core is gliding against his warm, thick length. 

A strangled moan leaves your lips as you toss your head back, and Javi leans forward to nose at your jaw before peppering your neck in kisses. He nibbles on the junction between your neck and shoulder, rocking his hips up onto you simultaneously. 

You whine his name as you loll your head forward, eyes blinking open and gaze locking with his. 

You’re not sure what exactly possesses you to say your next words—maybe it’s the look in his eye, maybe it’s a mixture of desperation and desire, maybe it’s just pure, honest truth. Hell, maybe it was all of the above. 

“I want to make you a daddy, Javi.” Your voice is sultry and sickeningly sweet, dripping like honey. 

And from that point, he was determined. Determined to make you the mother of his child, determined to start a family with you and grow it to both your heart's content, and determined to love and cherish you and your future child, or children—always—and Javier Peña was a man of his word. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward so you both are chest to chest, and you’re reeling over the look he’s giving you. He notches his tip at your entrance, fully hard once again with the promising tone behind your words. 

“Say it again.” He says.

“I want to make you,” You pause, moving your lips down to slot between his, pulling back just enough to whisper the rest of your sentence. “A daddy.” You sink down slowly onto him, and you kiss him again as you slowly adjust yourself to him. 

You both moan into each other, pulling apart as he fully sheathes himself into you. You’re so full like this, content in every way possible at the feeling of your husband’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. You rock your hips slightly as a test, moaning at the sensation that surges through you. 

You do it again, this time with more intent, and slowly set a rhythm with your hips. The feeling of his cock is otherworldly. A greedy, selfish part of you thinks that you’ll never be able to get enough of him or the feeling of this—being connected as so. 

You fist a hand into his thick wet locks as the other grabs onto his shoulder, ensuring you can keep your balance as you rock your hips back and forth. He captures your mouth in a blazing kiss, groping your ass before slapping it once as he picks up the pace for you. 

You’re panting into each other’s mouths as he increases the pace, now pounding his hips up into you. You cry out his name as your fingernails claw their way down his back and he hisses in pleasure, cradling the back of your head. 

Your mind is fuzzy and your lungs are on fire from kissing him desperately, and the white hot feeling in your core is blazing. 

“I–I love you, Javi– oh, god, I fucking love you. I love you and I want you to be the father of my child and I—” You’re babbling so much that you don’t even have a clue as to what it is that you’re really trying to say, but Javi gets the message, you think. 

He kisses your jaw as you try and match the movement of your hips to each thrust up into you, but it’s genuinely no use. Your body wants to succumb to Javier and his strong body and delicious cock and beautiful face and his big, loving heart—so you let it. You fall limp in his hold, leaning onto him as your orgasm surges through you unexpectedly. 

He can feel you pulsating around him and he knows he’s not going to last much longer. 

“Gonna make you a mama. Gonna be so good to our baby, the best mama ever.” He’s losing all self control, and you cradle his head as you ride out your prolonged orgasm. 

“Please, Javi.” You beg, and that’s enough for him to completely come undone. His hips still as he comes in you, a string of ‘I love you’s’ spilling from his mouth. You’re both breathless and completely dazed, immersed in post-coital bliss. The sound of the shower water hitting the tile floor is a relaxing constant as you both try to control your breathing. 

You sit like this for a while; you're perched in his lap as he leans against the wall, face tucked into the crook of his neck. 

You smatter kisses along his pulse point as a silent plea of love. You’re both pruny and fucked-out, but being here with each other like this is truly a dream in itself. 

The prospect of his dream woman giving him a child has him reeling, so perhaps leaving the room this week is an empty promise that flew out of the door the minute you told him you’d make him a daddy. 

Even if nothing happens right away for the two of you, that’s okay, too. You’d get to relish in the unbelievable life you already share with him a bit longer, built from the ground up by you and a man who loves you unconditionally. A man that would individually pick out the stars from the brilliant night sky for you. A man that still cannot fathom that he gets to share this life with you. 

And if that’s the case, you really wouldn’t mind at all. 

tags: @punkshort @endlessthxxghts @javierpena-inatacvest @ovaryacted @northernbluess @clawdee @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 (since all of you were excited about me posting this. ily)

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[esouliie]

– BIKINI BOTTOM

– pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

– synopsis: natasha’s only gone & lost your favourite bikini.

– warnings: hurt/comfort, you’re both such a mess in this lmao

“Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie.”

“Excuse me?”

Friday evening- the night before your holiday.

Natasha took the day off to organise her packing and relax before boarding a 10-hour flight. You've been together for four years and have only gone on vacation once. It wasn't much of one, given that it was cut short by an alien invasion and Natasha was needed. With the redhead being an Avenger, days off were rare. The world always needed saving, for some reason.

After a heated argument and a few silent treatments from you, Natasha finally decided to cash in some holidays with which she promised to take you on your dream vacation to Italy.

“You know what I mean, Natasha! Stop playing dumb!”

So much for relaxing.

“Sweetheart, I really don’t understand what you’re talk-” You storm away, huffing as you move back to your shared bedroom, where you had been packing since this morning.

With a sigh, Natasha gets off the sofa, following in your direction. She inhales deeply - not knowing what version of her girlfriend she’s going to get behind the door- before steeping tentatively into the room.

Clothes. Everywhere. The floor was almost invisible.

You were somehow sat on the bed, half sunk in a hole created from your weight. Natasha moves in, hastily avoiding the piles. Your clothes rustle beneath her shifting weight as she trips on a random belt.

 When did you have so many clothes?

She finally reaches you, “Baby, what’s the matter?”

While Natasha is used to your ‘sulky attitude’, it usually doesn’t come with this expression of sadness on your face.

You won’t even look at her.

Her brow burrows. She’s afraid she might’ve actually upset you.

She places a cool hand on your shoulder, softly circling the muscle with her thumb.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

You meet her gaze hesitantly. Pools of worried emerald stare back, delicately wandering over your features.

She waits. Patient as always. Despite the woman’s fear of being a terrible partner, you were in the best relationship of your life. All because of her.

With a sigh, “you promised to give my bikini back after Tony’s party and you still haven’t and I need it for-“

“Are you serious?” Natasha stops rubbing your shoulder, voice harsh.

“Yes it’s the one-”

“You threw a hissy fit about a bikini I borrowed a few months ago?” She scoffs, stepping away from you not caring about the strewn clothes under her feet. “I genuinely thought you were upset.”

“I am upset! It’s my favourite one and I need it for Italy!” You argue, rising to your feet.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “I cannot believe you right now.”

It’s so like you to make a big deal out of something and make her feel guilty for what she’s done, when really you’re just-

“What? It’s not like this is a new thing!”

Natasha pauses, confused as to what you’re getting at. She’s only worn this bikini once.

“You always borrow my clothes! Sometimes without even asking and I lose them and can’t find them when I need them!”

Hand extended, you point to the mess you created.

It’s not your fault. You only made this mess because Natasha doesn’t know how to wear her own clothes.

"Normally, it isn't a problem. I find them wherever you put them, but I haven't seen this bikini in months and..." You pause, not knowing what else to say without sounding enraged.

At a stand- still, you both just stare at each other.

The silence is awkward.

Natasha plays back all the times she's worn your clothes and not returned them.

That one time she wore your heels once and then left them in Tony's penthouse. Or the time she wore your earrings and then left them on Wanda's nightstand after a girls' night out.

She physically recoils into herself, guilt and shame working their way through her bones.

You were right.

“Hey, it’s okay,” resolve completely falling away at the sight of your girlfriend fighting with herself, “I don’t mind you wearing my stuff, Tasha. Really.”

Her figure remains unmoving, despite her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

You had hurt her.

Your breath catches. You wish you never said anything. Fuck the bikini.

You shift towards her, fast enough to not scare her, hand falling against her cold wrist. You guide her back towards the bed. Pushing a pile of socks onto the floor, you seat her next to you.

“Hey.” A soft whisper leaves your lips, a thumb brushing against her wrist.

Her head tilts, glazed red eyes refusing to meet yours.

There are no tears.

Natasha never cries.

“It’s nothing, baby. I have plenty of others.”

She worries at her lip, eyes flittering around at everything except you.

“Please don’t beat yourself up about it.” You croak, voice failing to swallow the lump in your throat.

“I lost it.” She replies.

 “I don’t know where I put it and if it’s not here then I must’ve lost it.”

You chuckle lightly, tears blurring your sight. “I know. Your reaction told me so.”

She smiles, before inclining her head towards you. You gently move your hand to her back, tracing patterns down along her spine. In silence, warm fingers flee underneath her shirt as they caress the scar tissue of her hip. The nasty scar from a bullet wound on her latest mission.

Natasha gasps at the touch, and falls deeper into your embrace.

Her lips tremble, and tears touch her skin, but she is not sad. She’s content. Something Natasha has strived for since she could remember.

She lifts her head, following forward into parted lips. Her lips brushed against yours, softly and delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough for her to inhale your breath and feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of you lingered long after she was gone.

A tender kiss sealed in adoration.

“Will you help me pack?”

She nods, and with her hands clasped around yours, she forgives herself, just as the day forgives the night, and the future forgives the past.

~~~

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[alltoolewis]

cute ass italian date with Lewis trying to cheer reader up in monza

Our City of Love- Lewis Hamilton ✨

It's about time I start writing for this one again... Thank you so much for requesting lovely, this idea is perfection! Hope you enjoy & sorry for this being a little outdated I totally forget I wrote this I found it in my drafts (I love it so much for it to stay there!) I have slightly changed it a little for the plot, but I hope you still like it! 🤍

Summary: After you miss the Italian Grand Prix due to an unexpected illness, with a little help from the hotel staff, Lewis still makes it a trip to remember...

Since you were a little girl, you always dreamed of going to Italy... going to the fanciest restaurants to eat classic pizzas and pasta, walking around at night as the country goes to sleep only the lampposts lights guiding you through the dark night. But with your family income not affording vacations and your job not allowing you to travel when your friends did it never seemed possible... until you met Lewis.

You never told him about your dream to travel to the country, but he had an idea when he asked you if you would like to come with him to the Grand Prix, watching you break down in tears as you ran into his arms. At first, he was confused, not knowing why the question made you react that way, you had travelled with him on race weekends before in your relationship and although you had always been grateful you never burst into tears like right. But once you explained it all to him, he knew he had to make this trip 10x more special than any other trip you two went on.

"Calm down baby..." Lewis chuckled as you sat in your normal space on his jet, leg already bouncing up and down in excitement "We still have 10 hours to go.." But you didn't care how long the journey took, you were one step closer to living your dream "I'm sorry.." You sighed, trying your best to stop your fidgeting, glancing out the window as you began to move "I just can't believe it's actually happening... I'm actually going to Italy.."

Lewis watched you in awe as your head filled with a whole bunch of scenarios for the next 3 days, and although he wasn't physically in your head, he knew exactly what you were thinking about "You are, gorgeous..." He smiled, throwing an arm around you as your head fell on top of his shoulder "I'm sorry we can't stay for longer or have time to properly explore" With his busy schedule, it was clear that you wouldn't be able to live out your dream of exploring with him. He wished he didn't have to tell you that he had to fly straight back the day after the GP to duties in London but he had to... & although inside you were a little gutted the trip couldn't be longer and that the race was going to take up most of his time, you knew it wasn't his fault plus you loved watching him do his thing out there, so it was a win win .

"It doesn't matter Lew..." You sighed lovingly, moving your head slightly to put your forehead to his "You're taking me to my dream place, even if I spent a minute there it doesn't matter. as long as I'm with you."

Closing the small gap between you both, he placed his lips on yours immediately feeling the familiar eruption of butterflies that always happened... even after a year. "I love you so much (y/n) …" He breathed out, pulling away slightly as his forehead fell back on yours "You're way too precious for this world, please never change..."

"I love you too Lew..." You whispered like you didn't want to ruin the moment, tears brimming in your eyes "So fucking much."

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The first day there was pretty much spent in the hotel room, you both being too exhausted to explore or check much of the track out after a long day of traveling, and with it being a race week Thursday a shit ton of press. "What a day..." Lewis groaned as he fell back in bed after leaving you for a couple of hours due to the conference "I'm sorry we couldn't-"

Shutting him up, you climbed on top of him placing your lips on his. Although you both lacked energies, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss "Can you stop apologizing." You giggled on his lips as you pulled away "We still have 3 days here, there's plenty of time to explore.."

"We're going to be at the track all the time." He groaned, still feeling guilty for 'ruining' the occasion with work.

"I'm still with you though.." You countered and attacked, leaving one last kiss on his lips before falling back to his side, resting on his bicep. Looking down at you with a smile, he sighed. He still never knew how one human being could be so caring, generous, and innocent. "Your incredible y'know?"

"I know." You smirked, fingers tracing over his tattooed chest that you loved almost as much as him "Thanks for the reminder handsome..."

Rolling his eyes, he pulled you closer to him allowing the exhaustion and tiredness in his body to relax upon yours "I can't wait for Saturday after quali... where I get to show you off to yet another country." Although you told him he didn't have to, Lewis planned to take you out on Saturday with it being the only day where it schedule wasn't as overwhelming as the others.

"Me too." You sighed, the scenario once again flooding your head "This trip is going to be one to remember." But you didn't know for what reason until the next day....

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"Are you sure you're okay sweetheart?" Angela sighed as you sneezed yet again "You're looking a little pale..." Nodding your head slightly, you shot her a fake smile "I'm fine Ang... I promise just a little cold that's all.."

The truth was you weren't okay and deep down she knew that! You had for some reason woken up with a massive headache and a runny nose and although you insisted to Lewis that it was just the effects of jetlag, you knew it wasn't it, you just didn't want to ruin the weekend.

Giving you a unconvincing smile, Angela patted you on the shoulder "Okay Honey, if you need anything let me know."

"Thanks, Ang.." You smiled back trying to make it more convincing as you knew she was leaving to report back to Lewis. He tried his best to persuade you to stay at the hotel, explaining that you weren't going to miss anything important from practice and that you should just rest up, but that wasn't the girlfriend you are and he knew that! Since you started dating you made it adamant to him that if you were going to travel with him for a race you were going to be present for all of it... even the 'boring' parts! Despite the fact in moments like this your stubbornness was frustrating, he knew he was lucky to have you, not many other drivers could say the same about there partners... that's what you are so special!

The rest of the morning continued the same, you trying to put on a brave face in front of Lewis's colleagues as your body began to weaken. Lewis knew you were avoiding him on purpose as you avoided his gazes across the room and dodged his presence when he walked towards you. It’s not that you didn’t want to, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms to attempt to escape the aching feeling in your body but if you did you knew he'd see through your lies and send you back to hotel... ruining the evening and maybe even the weekend! The time struck 1pm & so far you were proud of yourself for avoiding your boyfriend for this long, but it wasn’t quite over yet! you knew that he won't have much time left to find you before his next practice session... or so you thought...

Just as you were about to walk back into the Mercedes lounge, an arm suddenly dragged you into one of the side rooms! You would have screamed if it wasn't for the familiar butterflies floating through your skin indicating that it was indeed your boyfriend's touch.

"Lewis..." You gasped, holding on to your chest "what the fuck!?! if you wanted a quickie you should have just said!" Your teasing normally caused him to crack a smile or laugh, but as he looked at you with a stern expression you knew he was being serious this time!

"Why aren't you telling me the truth?" He spoke with frustration, ignoring your comment as his eyes wandered over your pale skin.

"I-I don't know what y-your talking about L-Lew?" His stare made you stutter as he raised his eyebrow and like you said earlier he read straight pass your lie.

"Bull shit (y/n)… you might have been avoiding me all day but I can read you like a book! You are sick aren't you..."

"It's just the jet la-"

Interrupting you he placed the back of his hand against your forehead, heart dropping as he felt your temperature was through the roof. "Jet lag doesn't cause you to have the temperature of a desert baby.." He sighed, feeling a little guilty that he was the one keeping you from staying in "Why won't you let me take you back to the hotel?"

Your head dropped, as tears brimmed your eyes "I don't want to miss anything..." You whispered and for the first time that day your body allowed you to feel the full extent of your health as your head began to spin.

Taking your body into his, he lifted your chin up gently to look at him "You won't miss anything darling, I promise. I might be only racing for 10 minutes anyway, please let me take you back.."

This time you let the tears fall as you looked at him with soft eyes "I don't want to ruin it.."

"Oh, gorgeous..." He sighed, pulling you further into his chest as your tears soaked his shirt. He knew there was more to the story than just missing a practice session. Italy was your dream, and to think you weren't able to get the full experience due to a virus was not only killing you but also him! Holding on to your cheeks with both hands, his thumb wiped away the falling tears as best as he could "You are not ruining anything baby, you need to get better okay? so we can have that fancy date tomorrow..." He smiled, as your lips turned upwards slightly "So how about I take you back to the hotel so you can rest up, yeah? I can even put on practice for you on the TV so your not missing anything... although you won't.."

Although it killed you, you knew he was right. If you didn't rest now there was a possibility you wouldn't be able to do the rest of the weekend and that for sure would ruin it! So giving in to your boyfriend's pleads, you nodded "Okay..."

Pecking your temple gently, his lips tingled at the warmth "Right then gorgeous, let's get you back..."

"But what about practice?" You mumbled, as he wrapped an around you, guiding you out of the lounge "someone else should take me so you don't miss it..."

"Don't worry about that baby.." He smiled, rubbing his hand up your arm "I'll be back for when the cars ready, they'll understand..."

Not having the energy to reply or argue, you hummed. Allowing him to practically drag you out of the paddock and into the car park where his driver was surprisingly waiting for you both. As they began to drive off, you felt the exhaustion take over as you leaned closer into Lewis's arms. "I'm sorry..." You mumbled, taking Lewis by surprise as he looked at you confused "For what sweetheart?"

"For ruining it all..."

Placing his lips on your head, he sighed "You've got nothing to be sorry for baby, you haven't done anything wrong okay... let's just focus on getting you better, and then we can think of something to do about tomorrow okay?"

"Okay..." You hummed, throwing your head deeper into his chest "I love you so much, Lew" "I love you so much more (y/nn)" ---------------

Even after a lazy afternoon and night, allowing Lewis to look after you like an ill-struck child, you still woke feeling even worst. You didn't know what was wrong with you, but you knew it defiantly wasn't jetlag!

Lewis was already getting ready for the day when you had finally awakened. He already knew you weren't going to wake up feeling better when he felt your forehead this morning, your temperature still being up the roof. He didn't have the heart however to wake you up to check in properly, so instead he left a delicate peck on your cheek and had a cold flannel ready for when you did wake.

Noticing the light on in the bathroom you stood out of your warm bed to meet him in there, but as soon as your feet hit the ground your head went into overload. Stars gathered in your eyes as you reached for the back of the bed, hoping it would give you some sort of stability but unfortunately it didn't. Completely missing your bed, your body slipped onto the floor causing a light thud to echo around the room, gathering the attention of your boyfriend.

"(y/n)!" Lewis gasped as he popped his head out of the room, immediately running over to your sobbing body on the floor "what was you doing trying to get of bed, honey?"

"I wanted to get ready for today..." You sobbed, hiding your face in the palm of your hands causing Lewis's heart to break. He hated when you were sick, normally when you were upset, he would be able to help you feel better but when you were ill, he felt useless!

"(y/n)" Lewis sighed as he pulled your tired body into his "Shhhhh, c'mon baby, deep breathes for me..." He didn't really know what to say in moments like this, he wished he could somehow take the pain away or give an ounce of what you were feeling to himself, but he knew that wasn't just the problem.

Once you were calmer, he picked you up gently placing you back into bed. A small smile etching on his lips as your arms outstretched for him to join him. "I've ruined it all haven't I..." Your small voice broke the silence of the room, causing his heart to sink. Running his hands up your arms, he sighed placing a gentle kiss on your temple "No honey, of course, you haven't..."

"We had the whole day planned though..." You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes at the thought of how magical the day could have been if you didn't catch this dumb illness "I wanted to see you in qualifying, I wanted to be in your corner... I wanted to explore Italy with the love of my life!"

Hearing your voice crack at the end, Lewis pulled you tighter to him shaking his head slightly. He hated this... seeing you upset over something you had no control over at all! But all he could do is hold you, try and comfort you.

"Look, baby" He sighed, lifting your weaken body up slightly to bring you on top of him "I know this trip isn't going the way you wanted it to, and I hate the fact we can't do all of those things too, but that doesn't mean it is your fault" Your mouth opened to speak but Lewis was quick to silent you again "I know you're going to say it is but it is not! You didn't know you were going to get ill, did you?"

Not having the energy to speak, you shook your head wincing slightly at the shooting pain that suddenly emerged. "So, it's not your fault is it..." Lewis whispered, noticing your discomfort as he placed his lips on your temple, the warmth of his lips instantly settling the pain "Although there is nothing more, I want to do right now than whisk you around the city, I need you to get better honey... that's the most important thing..."

Despite knowing that there was no way you would be able to go on the date planned for tonight, hearing the words come out of his mouth only made your heart drop. Lewis felt the tears soak his fresh t-shirt as the reality came to light, and all he could do was hold you while your body grew tired, which didn't take long due to the circumstances.

"I love you so much" Lewis whispered as your body fell limp with sleep next to him "I promise I will still make this trip a rememberable one!" He knew you couldn't hear him, as a sniffled snore fell from your lips, but he still had to make the promise to you, even if you weren't conscious. The truth was he had no idea how he could make this better for you, he could try and win the race, and bring you home a fresh bunch of you of your favorite flowers, but none of them would bring you the same amount of joy as the date would have which killed him inside!

He didn't want to leave you as he slipped out of the bed, planting a final kiss on your heated forehead as he got ready for the day all of again. Changing his tear-soaked shirt into a new one, he left a fresh glass of water and a pack of painkillers on your bedside table just in case you woke up before he is back, which he highly doubted.

A million thoughts were slipping through his mind as he walked into the hotel lobby, stopping occasionally to greet fans and hotel staff. "Good luck with today, sir" the manager of the hotel smiled, giving him a shake of the hand "We hope that you are enjoying your stay with us & if there is anything we can provide you with please don't hesitate to ask"

Giving him a slight smile, he thanked him for his service apologising for not being to chat longer as he was already running a little late, but just as he was about to leave through the revolving doors a thought popped in his head causing him to holt.

"Actually, there is one thing that you could help me with..."

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Qualifying went just the way Lewis hopped, despite being at the back of the grid anyway the car felt good enough to bring himself into the points for tomorrow's race. As they normally do, the interviews followed shortly after the session. Usually, Lewis would be focused during the questions, using multiple years of media training to give them well-thought-out questions but all he could think about when the cameras and microphones pointed at him this time was you!

Noticing his mind is somewhere else, Toto placed his hand on his shoulder "How about you get yourself back to her?" He smiled, already knowing what was going on. Raising his eyebrow slightly, Lewis shook his head, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips "I can't, I still have 2 more interviews after this..."

"Lewis!" Toto sternly interrupted, looking at his driver with nothing but seriousness "Go home to her, please... she needs you more than those interviewers do right now, you need her more than this, just go home!" Listening to his boss's words, he nodded, muttering a quick thank you before dashing out of the garage to get back to you. He felt guilty enough having to leave you the way you were this morning, so it was unsurprising that he'd take the first opportunity to leave the track and get back to you!

His hands shook with nerves as he finally reached the hotel door, not knowing what state you would be in or if you would have tried to pull the same stunt as this morning. But to his surprise and relief, you were in the exact same position he had left you in, tucked in bed with your head resting on his pillow, still sound asleep!

Moving quietly around the room in an attempt to not wake you, Lewis got changed out of his team clothes and into his comfy tracksuit, an outfit that was unfamiliar for him to the media but one that you knew all too well. Crawling in next to you, he gently moved your body close to him, kissing the top of your head repeatedly as a sigh of comfort left his lips.

"Lew..." You mumbled against his chest, not moving much from the pain and being trapped in his arms. "It's just me darling, go back to sleep, okay?" Not needing to hear him twice, you hummed in response, mumbling a quite 'okay' before going back to sleep.

Just as sleep almost took over him, his phone buzzed against the bed side table, causing him to groan....

'It should be ready for you in an hour or so, so please let yourself up past 7:30pm, it is yours for however long you need it'

Smiling to himself, he put his phone back down after setting an alarm for 6:45pm, pulling you back in closer than ever. "We've still got an hour I suppose..." He hummed to the silent room, knowing at this point he was more talking to himself than you, before he drifted off to sleep next to you.

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"(y/n) ..." Lewis whispered, guilt trickling in his voice as he woke you up from your long nap "You need to get up darling" Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the light and figure out why your boyfriend was trying to wake you up.

Noticing the strain in your eyes, he kissed along your face, starting off with your cheeks and lips, before heading to your nose and eventually your forehead just between your eyes "Open those gorgeous eyes for me, princess..." Not knowing if he had some sort of magic spell, your eyes fully opened, a tired sigh escaping your mouth as you looked at him in confusion "What's going on?" You mumbled, noticing he was now fully dressed in track pants and a cosy hoodie was wrapped around him, matching the one he had sitting patiently across his forearm.

"We're going out baby..." He smiled, helping you up gently as he began to get you dressed. Noticing the confusion on your face he added to his previous words "Only for some fresh air, we'll be back inside after 10 minutes, I just thought you might need it after being stuck inside for 2 days!"

Although you were still exhausted, the butterflies still fluttered the same at his warm gesture. "That sounds nice..." You smiled back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, placing a warm kiss on his cheek "Your too good for me!"

"I think that's the other way round sweetheart!" He chuckled, grabbing your shoes from the side for you to step in. Noticing you were still a little unsteady on your feet, he picked you up bridal style, causing you to squeal "What are you doing?!"

"I'm carrying my princess..." He spoke so confidently as if it was the most normal thing. "I have got legs you know" Giving you a stern look, he shook his head, making his way out of the room and towards the lift "I don't want you passing out on me in the middle of the hotel, plus you barely weigh a thing, you near enough don't pass as a form of exercise!"

Knowing there was no way of winning with him, you got comfy in his arms, nuzzling your head deep into his neck as you sighed "Where is my prince charming taking me anyway..."

Pressing the button to the top floor, he laughed "Too the roof..."

"The roof!?!" You questioned, expecting to go to the front of the hotel "Why are we going up for there!"

"I told you beautiful, to get some air!" He laughed once more, placing your feet down as the elevator came to a stop "You lead the way darling, I'm right behind you..." With your feet feeling a bit steadier, you stepped out of the little box, eyes immediately going wide as you took in the scene in front of you!

The roof was laid out with blankets and pillows, rose petals scattered across the scene as candles lit up the roof. A two-seater couch was also placed behind it, as suggested by your boyfriend, as was a basket and tray of Italian snacks, another suggestion from the love of your life.

"Did you do this?" You gasped, tears gathering in your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. "Sort of..." He chuckled, leaning his head on your shoulder to see a better view of your reaction "It was my idea, but the staff set it up for us... there the main ones to thank here, I just had the vision!"

"This is amazing Lewis!" You whispered, not trusting your voice as you turned around to hold him tighter "Your amazing! Thank you so much...."

A soft smile appeared on his lips as he clung on to you tight, feeling a rush of pride in himself for making you feel a sense of normality when you felt so awful. "That's not all though, turn around..."

Listening to his words, you spun around, mouth going wide as you took in the landscape in front of you, missing it the first time you had come up. The city lit up underneath you, as you had a clear vision of pretty much the whole place. The tears that were once gathered in your eyes now escaped as you gawked at the place you had dreamed so much of "It is so beautiful..."

"I know.." Lewis spoke confidently, eyes watching you instead of the city. His words caused you to blush as he pecked your cheek "I know it's not the same as exploring it, but I didn't want you to miss out on your dream..." Turning back around, you looked at him with nothing but love as he spoke so naturally from the heart "If I couldn't take you to the date, I thought I'd bring it to you! I know it's not the same-"

Cutting him off, with a kiss, you mumbled against his lips "It's perfect! It's everything I have ever dreamed of..." Not pulling away, he smiled against you "Our own city of love..." His words only causing you to smile even wider, as you pulled away caressing his cheek "Thank you for making my dreams come true!"

"Your very welcome!" He breathed out, voice full of love as he walked you towards the two-seater "What's the next dream of yours I can help you with.."

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sighed "Spending the rest of my life by your side is my only dream from now on... being the love of your life!"

Carefully moving your head to look at him once more, he tilted your chin up allowing him to see the reflection in your love struck orbs

"That's not a dream baby doll.... it's reality!"

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[fic: ynyd] what’s a dream vacation that you’d both like to take together?

Tony: I have all my favorite spots I want to take Pete to, but what jumps out for you, baby?

Peter: Really anything overseas sounds awesome since I haven't even gotten out of New York much, but for standouts-- Italy, maybe…? I know there were a lot of places that were special to you from visiting as a kid.

Tony: Italy's a good pick, but we don't have to go to my old stomping grounds, Pete; none of that stuff is anything actually "special."

Peter: Well, but it's yours. It's like… getting to know you better. The parts from before I met you, you know?

I mean! Obviously I'd love anything, and if it'd be super boring for you or sad or something I bet there's a million other things we could do, but--

Tony: No-- no, I get it. We should… yeah. We should do that.

[teabights]

Baby, We’re Having a Baby

Requested by @kellysimagines: Can you make a joe quinn x reader where him and the reader are together for a couple years and both actors and they want to start a family but have been busy with acting and cons and stuff but now they have time off and tey for a baby but nothing happens and they stop for a while and reader is sad cause of it and they decide to go on a mini vacation to let it go and focus on each other for a while and they have fun and stuff but the reader is scared she can’t give him what he wants and she tells him when they are at their hotel what's bothering her and he assures her whatever happens he will stand by her and love her and they make love and after 2 weeks she takes a test and its positive? :) you can decide the ending

Joseph and you stare at yet another negative test. The little singular line was going to be the death of you. 

After all this busy time you two had, you finally decided to start a family. Joseph and you love each other and have for two years, of course most of it spent apart due to different acting jobs, press, and conventions. Not to mention the man of your dreams becoming the man of everyone's dreams. You are beyond happy for him with his new found status of everyone's favorite white man. 

"I've never failed so many tests before." You joke, trying to make light of the situation. 

"We'll try again… it's not like we both don't mind." Joseph also jokes for the same reason. 

"How many times do we try?" You ask, just out of pure curiosity. 

"Until two little lines show." Joseph says, kissing your shoulder. 

"I don't know if I can take anymore heartbreak, Joseph." You say to him. "I think we should give it rest… try again in a few months, so it doesn't feel like a chore."

"Why don't we go on holiday for a little while… since we both have time off? Italy?" Joseph suggests. 

"Italy is always your go-to." You comment. 

"What about Denmark? Hm? You've always said you wanted to visit Copenhagen." Joseph suggests. 

"I'll look at hotels and things to do and you'll look at plane tickets?" You say as you throw away the test. 

"Sounds good darling." Joseph responds. The two of you share a kiss before parting from each other.

A week later, Joseph and you are sitting outside at a cafe in Copenhagen.

"Kan jeg få hvidvin og fisk med fingerling kartofler og majs?  Han vil have det samme." You order. 

"Ja, kommer lige op!" The waiter says as he departs the table. 

"Tak!" You say with a smile. 

"When did you learn Danish?" Joseph asks, never hearing you speak it before. 

"I was 20… I was bored during summer break of college, so I needed something to do." You respond.

"So you learned Danish?" He asks.

"Yeah, because I knew one day I'd be coming to Copenhagen with the love of my life." You answer with a smile.

"Ah, cheeky." He says. 

You two watch the wine get set down in front of you. "Tak!" You say to the waiter.

"Tak?" Joseph says and you nod your head. 

"Det var så lidt." The waiter says as he walks off from the table. 

You pick up your glass to make a toast. "To us, to a nice stress-free holiday." 

“To us…” Joseph says with a grin on his face. 

This is how the holiday starts, completely stress-free, until you two have sex, which ended up with you full of him cum, crying your eyes out as you hold on to him. He is at a complete loss of what happened.

“Darling, what happened?” He asks softly.

“I just feel… like inadequate. Like I cannot give you what you. I haven’t been able to get pregnant and I know how important children are for you.” You mumble out.

“Darling, I don’t care that you can’t give me children. You are my family and that’s all that matters to me.” His words are soft and you can sense how much he absolutely means it. “Besides, the family I got from you is your family. I love mum and dad.” 

"But I just feel I am never going to be able to do that for you." You cry. 

"Our time will come." He reassures you. 

"What if—" You start.

"It will, I am sure. Now, does my pretty girl want to take a nice warm bath?" His voice is soft. 

"Yeah, might as well." You wipe your tears off your cheeks. 

Your evening ends with you two taking a bath together as you two exchange about what rolls you have upcoming. It was a peaceful night for everyone. 

As the end of trh trip comes up, you two are able to enjoy the rest of your time, even though the thought still bugs the back of your mind. Arriving home was good. The jetlag catches up to you two. However, with you, it lingers a little longer than you expected.

As the days turns into weeks, you aren't feeling superb. You aren’t sure what was up. You blew off an interview you had because you threw up that morning. Joseph is concerned about you. He isn’t sure what it was either. He feels like you definitely should be better by now. You think about it and add up the days… and the missed period. Maybe you’ll grab a test later.

You grab a test later in the day when Joseph is out doing an audition. You sit on the edge of the bathtub nervously, waiting for those two lines to appear. It was so stressful. You don’t know if you could handle another one line test. Sooner or later your phone buzzes after those long 3 minutes. You pick up the test, closing your eyes as you bring it to your face. Opening your eyes after mentally counting to three, seeing the two lines.

“Oh my God…” You mumble. “OH MY GOD!” You wish you would have waited to do this with Joseph, but what a surprise it’ll be.

He gets home after another hour and you are nervous sitting on the couch. You had the test hiding under your leg. You look over at Joseph as he mumbles a “Hello” after entering the house. 

“Joey?” You say.

“Yes dear?” Joseph looks over at you. 

“Come sit.” You pat the spot next to you.

“What is it, doll face?” He moves to sit next to you. 

“I… Um… know what is wrong with me.” You say. 

“What…?” He is slightly confused by your word choices. 

“H-here…” You pull the test from under your leg and hand it to him.

He takes the test and looks over those two lines. “Are you serious?” He smiles wide.

“Yes! We are having a baby!” You say. 

“Oh my God, we are having a baby.” Joseph almost squeals. 

He pulls you over to him, planting kisses all over your face, which makes you squeal.

“I cannot wait to tell our parents…” He says with a smile.

“I can’t wait either. I love you so much, Joseph.” You say with a smile.

“I love you so much.” He presses a kiss to your lips, moving a hand to hold your chin. 

You definitely were ready to create a beautiful life with him.

[xojennyboo]

A/N: hello everyone! Happy Valentines Day. I wrote this special chapter for someone who requested it. I wanted to take the time and say thank you once again for reading my stuff. This is my first request submission so I hope I do it justice. Please don’t forget to support me and reblog, like, vote, and send in your requests. Thank you so much for reading!

Plot: This imagine is about you and your boyfriend Harry celebrating Valentine’s Day together. He takes you to Rome in Italy, for your dream vacation. You are currently 5 months pregnant and expecting a little girl. During this trip he plans little things that will lead up to him asking you an important question that will define your future.

Valentines Day. A day where many show more appreciation and love towards one another. A day filled with hearts, flowers, and chocolates. As you got older, you started to not like the holiday, majority because of your lack of a relationship at the time. That all changed when your boyfriend Harry came into your life. He always made every holiday special, especially Valentine’s Day.

Early on in your relationship you had mentioned your lack of interest and once you explained your reasoning behind it, he made sure that every Valentine’s Day you guys spent together was special. He always payed attention to detail, even if it was the smallest ones.

This year, the holiday was extra special because you were 5 months pregnant with your first child, a baby girl on the way. So, when Harry surprised you last week with tickets for a flight to Italy, you had to make sure that you were safe to travel.

The past few days, you were running back and forth trying to pack everything that you would need for your trip. You didn’t know how long you were staying, Harry only explaining to pack light, that if you needed anything that he would buy it over there. He mainly did that so you wouldn’t overwhelm yourself too much with packing due to your pregnancy.

You had arrived in Italy last night, staying at a hotel in Rome. This was one of the small details that he would remember. You never truly spoke about your dream travels as often, but you remembered mentioning it when you had your first few dates a couple years back. He knew you were fascinated by the beauty of the city and the architecture. So, this year, he planned the trip to lift your spirits up.

Harry had thought of absolutely everything. The accommodations, making sure there was a pregnancy pillow on the bed, making sure you had the best view and the best care, so he mentioned. You had arrived in Rome late at night, and to be quite honest, you were exhausted from sitting on the plain. You felt uncomfortable the whole time, even with first class tickets. But you kept your comments to yourself, not trying to bring him down. As soon as you and Harry arrived at the hotel, you both got ready for bed since you had a busy day tomorrow according to your boyfriend.

The next day, Valentine’s Day, you were awoken with the smell of French toast and coffee. The smell of coffee here was different, it smelled richer. As per your doctor, you were only allowed one cup a day. You sat up on the bed and stretched your limbs, feeling good right afterwards. “Good morning darling. Sleep well?”, Harry says, walking towards you and kissing your lips. “Mmm. Yes. I was exhausted. It smells so good”, you mumbled, getting up and going straight to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but rub your belly, feeling small kicks from your baby girl. “Good morning my love”, you whispered to your belly, feeling her kick one more time before you walked back into the main room. “Coffee?”, Harry asks, nodding your response as you sat on the small sofa that looked out to the city.

It was a beautiful sight, the air smelling clean compared to back home. You could hear the chatter of the locals along with tourists. The sun hast fully risen yet but the streets sounded alive. “Here you go darling”, he says handing you the cup of coffee. Taking a sip, your insides immediately warmed up, feeling relaxed as you leaned your head against Harry’s shoulder. “Ready for today?”, he asked, kissing the top of your head as he takes a bite of fette biscottate (Rusks), which was an Italian breakfast item.

“What do you have planned Mr. Styles”, you ask teasingly, grabbing his hand that held the small breakfast item, pulling it to your mouth so you could take a small bite. “Mmm that’s delicious”, you moan in pleasure. This caused him to chuckle, getting up to grab a couple more for the both of you. “I think we could go out for a walk around the city if you’re up for it. Then we can have dinner, and then I can give you your surprise”, he says walking back to the couch to hand you the plate that held your breakfast.

“Of course, I’m up for it. What should I wear?”, you ask him, taking a bite of the delicious pastry. “Anything you’re comfortable in my love. Maybe a dress?”, he suggests. “Oooh, I think I packed the dress you got me a couple weeks ago”, you say. “That’s perfect”, he says finishing his breakfast. “Done?”, he asks. “Yeah. Thank you”, you say handing him the empty dishes as he places them back on the cart.

“Bath or shower?”, he asks you. “Mmmm shower? That way we can go explore quicker”, you giggle, smiling widely at you. “Let’s go shower then”, he takes your hand and drags you to the bathroom. He helps you undress, because he wanted to not because you struggled, crouching down to kiss your belly. “Good morning princess”, he whispers to her, earning a small kick. “Ouch”, you say at the slight pain it caused you. “Sorry”, he says kissing you. “Come on”, you say walking into the shower.

Once you were showered and dressed, you pack a pair of sneakers in Harry’s bag, just in case your sandals made you uncomfortable from all of the walking you would do today. Hand in hand, you and Harry walked through the streets of Rome. Little did you know that Harry had planned a small tour of the city with tour guides to make things simpler. The first stop was at the Colosseum. The tour took you through the underground passages and you were able to step foot on the arena floor!

Then, the tour continued to the Trevi Fountain. There were a lot of people there but that didn’t stop you from trying to get to the front. “Babe be careful”, he chuckled, following right behind you as you dragged him through the groups of people trying to get pictures of the sight. Once at the front, Harry took multiple people of you holding your baby bump and then you took pictures together, the lovely tour guide taking pictures of you two as well. The rest of the tour was amazing, enjoying the different scenic routes the tour guide went through.

By the time the tour finished you were hungry and exhausted. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”, Harry says, putting his arm around your shoulder as both of you walked around some more looking for a place to have dinner. “It was. I had fun, although I’m starving now”, you say, rubbing your belly. “I know honey, but I have one surprise for you, and I promise you that we’ll eat right afterwards”, he says. “Alright Harry”, you giggle as he hails a cab. You arrived at your destination in minutes, looking out and taking in the sight before your eyes.

“Come, I want to show you something”, he says, taking your hand and walking into the castle. Yes. Castle Sant’Angelo. He took you up the stairs, with the help of the guide, and stopped at the terrace. There the view of the city was beautiful. You saw the calming river in front of you, the city slowing down in traffic due to the it becoming evening now. The sun was now beginning to set. “Oh my”, was the only thing you could say right at the moment.

“I rented out the place for this evening, wanted this to be special and intimate”, he says going to the chair and pulling it out so you can sit. The place was adorned with roses and heart shaped balloons. There were rose petals on the floor leading up to the table. “It looks beautiful”, you say looking at him who was sitting in front of you. “You’re beautiful”, he says, taking your hand in his, kissing it. You couldn’t help but blush at the small gesture.

The dinner was the most beautiful dinner you’ve had. There was a small band that played beautiful Italian music as you ate, the lights outside adorning the river. You were too busy looking outside that you didn’t notice Harry get up from his chair. “What’re you up to Harry”, you say looking at how he was lacing back and forth nervously. Then he suddenly stopped in front of you, kneeling down and touching your belly. “You two are my everything, you know that right?”, he quietly says. “Yeah?”, you cheekily say, squeezing his cheek making him chuckle. “Yeah baby. You are the love of my life. You’re the fresh breath of air that I need everyday. You’re my rock, my lover, my partner. I love you so much. You’ve made me the happiest man alive”, he says to you, tears brimming your eyes at the words that he was speaking to you.

“Harry baby, what’s wrong?”, you ask him, running your fingers through his hair and noticing how nervous he was getting. Taking a deep breath, he takes something out of his pocket, a box. Not just any box, but a ring box. “Baby, would you give me the honor and marry me?”, he says, opening the box and held a beautiful ring in it. You gasped, tears now spilling from both of your eyes. “Are you serious?!”, you say, the excitement now taking over you. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I accept!”, you say kneeling down in front of him and kissing him passionately as he hugged you tightly.

He took the ring out of the box and placed it on your ring finger. “I love you y/n”, he stands up taking you along with him. “I love you too Harry. You’ve made me the happiest person ever”, hugging him tightly. “Why don’t we get out of here yeah? You must be exhausted from all of the walking”, he says, taking your stuff from the table. Your journey back to the hotel wasn’t long, arriving there faster than you thought. Once you were in your room, you and Harry took a long bath together. You talked about your plans for the baby, your future plans together, and also the wedding. You were so elated. You couldn’t be any happier. In a few months you were going to have your baby girl and in the next year a wedding. “Y/n Styles”, he says to you, tracing patterns on your belly as your back was pressed against his chest in the bathtub. A small smile played on your face hearing the sound of his last name with your first. “Sounds so nice, doesn’t it?”, he continues. “It sure does Mr. Styles”, you say, “thank you for making Valentine’s Day so special. I will never forget today”, you say, turning around as best as you could to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. “Don’t ever forget that I will do anything for you. Absolutely. Anything”, he says between kisses. That night, you couldn’t sleep from all of the emotions you were feeling. As you watched Harry’s peaceful body sleep, you couldn’t help but feel so excited about this new journey you were going to encounter with him. As nervous as you were, you knew that him by your side, you could do anything.

[gingerel]

There must be a setting on Kojiro’s phone to silence the fake shutter sound his camera makes when he takes a picture but he’s either too inconsiderate to try or too tech illiterate to know how.

Kaoru doubts it’s that first one.

“Stop it,” he snaps when he hears the sound again, reaching out and shoving at Kojiro’s hand’s until he lowers his phone.

“Come on, Kaoru. Smile for me,” Kojiro cajoles, fighting off his hands to try again.

“No,” Kaoru says, turning his back on him.

“Kaoru,” Kojiro says, softer now. “Come on, let me take a picture.”

“No,” Kaoru repeats, aware that he’s sulking and maybe acting a little childish but not having the energy to care. Kojiro deserves it after all. “If you need a picture to remember me by then clearly that’s a you problem.”

Kojiro sighs and Kaoru feels him sidle up behind him, solid and warm as always. Kaoru refuses to lean into it but he doesn’t pull away either — he’s punishing Kojiro, not himself.

“You know I’m not going to forget you,” Kojiro says.

“Obviously,” Kaoru says, even if he’s not entirely sure he means it.

Kojiro is going to flourish in Italy. Even if his Italian is still mediocre it doesn’t matter. For most people Kojiro needs only smile and he’s won them over, the entire country will be eating out of his hand before the month is out. Kojiro is going to thrive, to love it, to live his dreams and fall more in love with a country he’s been obsessed with since they were only on the cusp of adulthood.

Perhaps he’ll stay there; perhaps he will forget Kaoru if he does.

There’s a sharp tug at his scalp when Kojiro yanks on a lock of his hair and Kaoru swings back around to face him scowling.

“You dumb brute,” Kaoru complains, swatting at his chest.

“Let me take a picture,” Kojiro demands. “If you don’t let me take something happy with me, I’ll only be able to picture you like this; sad, desperate…”

Kaoru snorts.

“Okay, just admit you’re going to miss me -”

“I’m not,” Kaoru lies.

“Just give me a smile,” Kojiro says. He reaches for Kaoru’s face, grabbing it oddly gently in his big gorilla paws and squishing Kaoru’s cheek until his mouth puckers. Kaoru hits his arm and when that proves ineffectual, he turns his head to bury his teeth into Kojiro’s palm.

Kojiro swears as he pulls his hand back, shaking it out and inspecting the shallow marks left behind. Baby - Kaoru barely clamped down at all.

“If you need something to remember me by, give me your hand back and I’ll make that last.”

Kojiro laughs, not taking him seriously at all.

“I feel like they’re about to get marked up enough, actually,” Kojiro points out.

“You’re supposed to cut food, not your hands,” Kaoru mumbles.

Kojiro laughs again, he’s always laughing. Kaoru doesn’t know what he’s going to do without that sound. He so rarely laughs himself and almost never without Kojiro around. Kojiro’s laughter has always been big and boisterous enough to take shape for the both of them.

His smile has always been a little bit like that too - why should Kaoru even bother when Kojiro’s there, brighter than the sun and warmer than the electric blanket Kaoru drags over his feet in the winter.

“I’ll just take a picture of you drooling onto your pillow instead,” Kojiro warns.

“I do not drool on my pillow,” Kaoru argues.

“You’re right,” Kojiro agrees.

Kaoru smiles triumphantly, ready to tease Kojiro for giving in so easily when he hears it, the artificial shutter sound of Kojiro’s phone.

“No,” he gasps, unable to believe that Kojiro outsmarted him. “Give that here,” he demands.

Kaoru hates his smile, hates how soft it makes his cheek and his teeth and the way it ruins the lip ring that’s been the cause of so much discourse at home. He’ll have to lose it soon, but he can’t bear thinking about it yet, not when something much larger is about to vacate his life for an undisclosed period of time.

“No,” Kojiro says firmly. “And you’re right. Because it’s my pillow you drool all over. Or my chest.”

“When are you leaving again?” Kaoru seethes. “Can it be now?”

“Sure,” Kojiro says easily. “And now I can look at this picture and remember all the fun time I had with my sweet, doting Cherryblossom.”

Kojiro reaches out to cup Kaoru’s face once more and Kaoru slaps his hand away again. After a moment he grabs it and drags it back, leaning into Kojiro’s warm palm as he strokes his thumb along Kaoru’s cheekbone.

“Try and smile while I’m gone, okay?” Kojiro asks.

“No.”

Kojiro sighs, almost a whisper of a laugh.

“Smile when I get back then,” Kojiro suggests.

“No,” Kaoru says again, even though it might be the only thing that could make him.

[archivehotties]

immaculate - 3.5/5

i decided i'm gonna do more in depth movie reviews here (let's see how long that lasts LMAO), i used to do longer reviews on my letterboxd but idk doesn't seem as fitting? i can insert other photo stuff here so i'd rather here then. also spoilers ahead fucking duh

i watched immaculate tonight! my thoughts before this movie were 1, i love sydney sweeney but for a hot minute right now i felt like she wasn't being taken seriously. euphoria was one of my favorite shows and i loved her in the first season, but since then it felt like people were overly sexualizing her and not taking her seriously as an actor which blows bc she's honestly talented! and can show real emotional depth!!! so i really wanted her to hone that into a full blown artsy kind of horror movie because, as i saw in the movie, she's very scream-queen worthy.

i will admit i am very biased to religious horror. is it because i was raised catholic Yes. is it because i like looking at the pretty gold colors because catholicism is really good at making things look badass Yes as well. have i rewatched wendigoon's long video explanation of dante's inferno over and over Yes absolutely. Regardless!!!! this is just a bias i need to address to the readers beforehand before any of u fucking yank my chain

i did not expect to be as into this movie as i thought i was gonna be, honest to god i went in thinking this was probably gonna be disappointing and sydney probably didn't get a good enough writer and it was gonna be as boring as idk the nun movie in the conjuring franchise. just jumpscares. the writing was honestly not that bad though, though i will say that sydney kind of fell off her mark sometimes. especially at the start it kind of didn't feel as authentic as i wanted, but maybe that's because it felt weird to hear her euphoria high american accent while she was surrounded by italian nuns and priests. some of the creepy elements felt kinda cheesy like oh wow the creepy patient says she can never leave womp womp. like find something more interesting to say.

cinematography soooo good. really liked it, also i am again biased to italy because i love italy and it's my dream vacation place. there were some shots that were framed sooo good like when she goes to confession, the ending scene in particular was really good. i really like the choice of it not being filmed from the usual third person pov and it being from the baby's (?) or just it being right below sydney and she is just yelling her fucking heart out with blood all over her face. so good. i was smiling and clapping good for u girl!!!!!!!!!!

i also liked that it was done in chapters so they went like per trimester of the baby, it was really fun to see in that way. i liked the themes, it didn't feel like a Fake church u know? again i compare it to the nun movie from the conjuring series where it's like ... it doesn't feel like they got dressed up in nun outfits. they're just ... nuns. doesn't feel like a set, which is good.

a concern again i had for this movie was that it was gonna be too jumpscare-y-- at some times it was, but honestly that's too be expected. i really liked the idea of her having to escape from the convent over and over again and just how creepy the other people in the church were, though i will admit the "we tried to make the next savior and i'm a mad scientist" bit was a little ... meh. i'd prefer if they leaned into that whole secret cult thing they had going on. or if it was a carrie/rosemary's baby moment where she was carrying the devil's baby.

another concern i had was, looping back to what i said about sydney, i had watched the trailer beforehand and i was scared it was gonna oversexualize her because soo many of the shots they chose were like centered around her body? which i mean makes sense now that i know the plot, but it didn't feel sexualized at all, which makes me happy :) sydney has lots of potential !

thematically and in cinematography sense, it reminded me a lot of the vvitch. just like eerie and creepy and dark. and the endings too were shot in similar ways. additionally i also like that she killed every one of the major leaders in the end, that was fun.

overall was it the best horror movie i've ever seen? no. definitely not. was it a fun watch yes! would i watch it again, sure. though i do look away when the gory bits happen, but that's normal with horror. i hope sydney sweeney does more horror, and i mean like a24 style. i'd love for her to be in a movie with mia goth or anya taylor joy or something.

[veetravelblog]

Prague, Czech Republic

Like I am sure many of you readers out there, I have always wanted to visit Europe, specifically Italy, but I always dreamed of hopping from country to country and city to city.  Earlier this year my Husband was given the opportunity to travel to Prague for work (naturally I took the opportunity to tag along) and make our EuroTrip dream a reality. We decided to make a two week vacation out of it and I got to planning!

I don’t know about you, but I had to Google Prague to know where exactly this European adventure would begin. Prague is the capital of Czech Republic and is located East of Germany, to the North is Poland and South is Austria. Our flight was a long overnight flight, nonstop from LAX to Vienna which was just under 12 hours followed by a short flight into Czech Republic.

We arrived in Prague on a Sunday afternoon just around 3:00PM and checked into the Congress & Wellness Hotel Olsanka.  The hotel was conveniently located about 10 minutes from historical sites, public transportation, a mall and my favorite part Olšanské Hrbitovy, an old historic cemetery created in 1680. The hotel itself was a huge building, with multiple bars, restaurants and a Wellness Center with spa, indoor pool, jacuzzis and a sports complex offering indoor badminton courts and even table tennis.

One of favorite parts of the hotel was the wine bar on the first floor called VinVin it offered an elegant, relaxing atmosphere, food was delicious and the selection of wine was extensive. They offered pairings as well as 0,1L pours for 50 czk which after quickly decoding on my phone, I realized was $4 for a 6oz pour! *big smile*. Another great dining option at the hotel was Nominaza Pizzeria all pizzas were made fresh with toppings of your choice and 0,5L of Hoegaarden beer for 79czk, 16oz for $3! I could go on and on about the great food and drinks we had in Prague, everything was reasonably priced, I would say even cheap, compared to prices we are used to here at home.

The sightseeing throughout the city is incredible, there are buildings that have been standing since 900BC! Walking the cobblestone streets of 16th century Golden Lane where goldsmiths and castle guards lived was breathtaking and standing inches away from the ornate architectural detail inside and out of the 9th century Prague Castle was humbling. Dancing House is a modern architectural building that plays homage to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, the building resembles a pair of dancers and is popular for a photo op. Nearby you can cross the Charles Bridge which is a must when visiting, it was completed in the early 15th Century and attracts thousands of people each year. Before crossing over the bridge we stopped at at an ice cream shop where we were told we would try the best ice cream ever and I must say that statement was true! Best way to describe this phenomena is if a churro and a sundae had a baby it would be a Trdelink (Chimney Cake) and it is absolutely delicious! 

Getting around to the historical tourist attractions in Prague is very easy, most are within walking distance of each other, there are many walking and trolley tours that you can book to sightsee around the city. Old Town Prague is a great place to spend the day it’s maze like medieval streets take you through an array of museums, shops bars and restaurants.  In Old Town you will find high end luxurious stores as well as the famous 14th Century Astronomical Clock that draws visitors every hour to hear the chiming and magical movement of the third-oldest astronomical clock in the world and the oldest clock still in operation. 

After a fulfilled day of sightseeing there’s no better way to end it than a cold beer and some dinner. U Medvídků is the oldest restaurant in Prague founded in 1466, you are seated in a cellar like hall which adds to the history of the building that was once Prague’s first cabaret and later became a brewery. I am a self proclaimed foodie and had to order the traditional dish which is roasted duck, sauerkraut and Czech dumplings, it reminded me very much of Thanksgiving dinner and I highly recommend! One thing I did not know prior to visiting is that Prague is known for it’s beer specifically lager, both the dark and blonde variations did not disappoint, the beer is much lighter and smoother than I expected which was a pleasant surprise, two of the best known are Pilsner Urquell and Budweis (no relation to Budweiser). 

As you can tell by my account of my time in Prague my mission when traveling is to eat, drink and sightsee my way through! (emphasis on eat and drink) Prague is a beautiful city rich in culture, stunning architecture and filled with sights and amazing stories that hold their place in  our world’s history. Although we did not start our trip in Prague by choice, it was a perfect way to start our European experience and it opened our eyes to a place of the world that we would have otherwise never visited. 

Be sure to keep an eye out for my next post where I’ll bring you along our next stop…MUNICH, GERMANY

[meltwonu]

46. “Were you just masturbating?”

         “U-uh..no, i was just..”

         “Want some help?”

notes;  sugar-daddy!scoups, sugar-baby!reader, softdom!scoups, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation. We’re almost done with the sugardaddy cycle of drabbles! 😭 Very excited for the last few of these and also the start of a new cycle!! 😗✨ It’s always exciting starting a new theme tbh, I always have a hard time picking which one to do next tbh… Heh. Guess we will see, huh? heheh... 🥴😈 Altho, once I finish this cycle I might take a drabble day off to update my masterlists and stuff before we start on the new one! I haven’t had the time and it’s been a while so I wanna do that before it gets out of hand lol 🥲💕 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

Seungcheol leaves early in the morning for a work meeting because even on ‘vacation’, he still tends to his business.

But he leaves a stack of hundred dollar bills with a single note - ‘Sorry, I’ll be back in the afternoon, I promise. -Cheol’ sitting neatly on top, and admittedly, it only takes you an hour to blow through all of the money before you’re heading back to the hotel for a quick nap.

Seungcheol was one of the lucky few that never got jetlag with the constant traveling but you always felt yourself needing a nap by the second day whenever you’d travel with him.

And the dreams of Seungcheol you have always make everything a little sweeter, and a little stickier, when you wake up – inner thighs covered in wetness as your hazy eyes blink open.

How long was I out for? You as yourself; fingertips already sliding between your thighs as you let out a shaky moan.

He was supposed to be taking you on a trip to Italy for vacation but he’d already spent the first day and half of the second day up to his head in work and despite the luxurious room and money he’d already showered you with – you missed him the most.

“Mmnh… ‘Cheol…”

Your fingers press down onto the wet patch of your panties, eyes clamping shut at the sensitivity when you slowly start to rub soft circles over the wet fabric.

You dreamt that he’d taken you on a yacht - only the two of you on it as he’d fucked you in front of the setting sun until the moon rose into the sky.

“Fuh–fuck… Ngh…”

You crave to be filled, hastily pushing your panties to the side as you collect the wetness on your fingertips.

Mental images of Seungcheol smirking down at you making your impatience rise.

But there’s a cough behind you just as you position your wet fingertips at your entrance - a gasp escaping you as you pause.

“Were you just masturbating?”

There’s a sly smirk on Seungcheol’s face as he stands in the doorway. His tie undone and the buttons on his crisp white shirt also undone to show off his chest as you bite your bottom lip.

“U–uh… No, I was just...”

Your walls clench around emptiness the longer Seungcheol stares at you and you make no movements to stop as you watch him inch closer to the bed.

“Want some help? Or… I mean, we can just… Leave and do something else. Maybe get an early dinner? Since you weren’t just about to finger your cute ‘lil cunt.”

He laughs airily as you whine and give in – spreading your legs wider and giving him space as he eases onto the bed.

“I–I want your f-fingers, ‘Cheol… Before you give m-me your, a-ah, cock…”

“Oh? Making demands now, sweetheart?”

You lick your lips as soon as you feel Seungcheol’s fingertips gliding through your slicked folds - body tensed in anticipation when he teases your clit before his rough fingers slide down to your entrance.

“Ngh, it’s–it’s the least you, mmh, c-can do for ditching me today too...”

Seungcheol shoots you an apologetic smile before he nods - middle finger already easing into your cunt as you whine.

“Mm, you’re right there, sweetheart. Guess we can spend the rest of the night with me apologizing, hmm? The tomorrow... The yacht...”

His finger curls right into your sweet spot as you let out a breathy moan.

“I–I’ll have you, a-ah, know, I’m r-really upset, ‘Cheol... You m-might have to make it, ngh, up t-to me tomorrow too...”

He tsk’s and pumps the digit in and out - quickly positioning a second finger as soon as he feels you melting under his touch.

“I know, sweetheart. But you know I’ll take care of you for the rest of the night first, right? I’ll let you cum on my cock as many times as you want since you’re always such a good girl for me, even when you know I’m busy~”

His gentle tone makes you feel warm all over - toes curling behind his back as your back arches off of the bedsheets when the pad of his thumb meets your clit.

“But I want you to cum on my fingers and my face first, okay?”

“G–god...! Please!”

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

[muffindaddystyles]

prompt 1 with older brothers best friends!harry 👀

1. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

8. “I said stop staring at me.”

23. “I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

Third wheeling could never be fun. Not when you’re basically not even a wheel but an invisible person on a vacation watching couples kiss and yada yada.

“For fuck's sake.” Y/N grumbles changing a side snatching the blanket that got stuck under her and sandwiches her face into a pillow when she hears the steel roof atop her creak furiously accompanied by high pitched obnoxious moans.

Y/N's brother brought her along to their Italy trip, his wife’s bestfriend and his own bestfriend tagged along too leaving only Y/N to grump about their wild sex rendezvous.

She’s sleepless, homesick and probably about to get a stomach bug for living in yacht for four days atleast!

What’s so fun about jiggling in your sleep? None perhaps and the waves crashing at night that threatens you to swallow you down to the pit of ocean --- my pal, nothing is entertaining about it. Atleast for Y/N. She’s more of a hill station going person with her pup Frankenstein that oogles out from his small globe like window, comfy in his lil bag that Y/N moves around on her shoulders everywhere.

When the fracas of whatever’s taking place up doesn’t comes to halt, Y/N had enough, she isn’t very versed in coping with such situations since her dorm-mate is very nice.

So, she’s throwing the lid away to pop her head through the square like space and spreads her elbows up the roof, “Aish.” She immediately covers her eyes upon the sight of his brother and his wife doing it.

Their expressions comically panicked as they embarrassingly scrambles to clutch the flimsy sheets over them.

“Who does it all naked under an open sky?” She squeaks out, feeling her pulse tick and she peeks out towards the darkness from the slight gap of her fingers which are barely helping her avoid the scene that’d haunt her for life.

“Them bunnies and monkeys, ‘n many of our kind, Sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes at the familiarity of deep slow rumble that’s a bit slurred, probably from the Tequila they took with them. The voice never fails to froth bubbles in Y/N's tummy and it always involuntarily makes her nails dig into her palms.

Harry and Tina’s bestfriend went out to roam around Italy, or they told so and Albeit Y/N very well knows their intentions were more to exploring the city she didn’t butt in.

“I’ve a name and it’s not, Sweetheart.” She dismisses him with a grumble and his smirk shines through the shadow aggravating Y/N to an extreme she slips down shutting the door (like lid) at the them.

Harry Styles. Y/N's brother’s bestfriend. He’s everything Y/N loathes about. Bright green eyes, silken features and that dopey pearlish smile that makes everyone fall in love with him in nano-seconds.

To Y/N. He is an incubus. A witch that allures people without even knowing.

He’s a narcissistic asshole and Y/N's bad boy dream, unfortunately.

She hates herself for having a puppy crush on him for years now.

That friggin, Asshole.

He’s with everyone but her. It seems as if he’s getting stung by bees upon the mere closeness between them. A lamb ready to bite her down his stomach if she steps a foot near him.

At the moment when she’s sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, swollen eyes and puffy lips from not getting sleep last night.

She’s really hating that Harry looks so hot from the swim he just took as he dries himself sitting opposite to her. The droplets twinkling on his tanned thick body, his trunks wrinkled and bunched up into his thighs baring the tiger tattoo on front, his hair wet and oh so fucking tug-able – Y/N feels like Rachel from friends thinking all of that.

“Stop staring,” She mutters out loud when he wouldn’t stop licking the saltiness from his pink bottom lip keeping his intense gaze on her.

“What did y'say?” He pretends that we too engulfed in something else.

“I said stop staring at me.” Y/N grits. It’s annoying because it’s making her belly feel funny and loopy.

“The hills behind y'are just s'admirable.” He elevates his shoulders a bit panicked from inside and Y/N forced herself to not to twitch her eye when his chest muscles flexes due to his action.

Bamboozled she takes a glance from her shoulder to where he diverted his sight once she caught him. Her nose scrunched up and chin butted in disgust at the scenery, “That’s literally a heap of dead fishes!”

“Better than starin’ into a dead soul.” His lips down turned into a careless grimace and Y/N gasps out loud pushing the strands of her hair sticking to all of her face because of the breeze gush, “Why would you say that!?”

“’Cos you’re so mauve, that’s why?” He just wants to take a piss out of her. Nobody’s around and he’s finally getting time to talk to her even if it just to sit cross legged on her nerves and sip tea.

He’s actually lying. He thinks she’s more than mauve. She’s all those colours that usually macarons have, all those hues that butterflies wings have and all those tinctures that one find in gems then keep them safe.

She’s the colour he misses in his life.

“And you’re so fucking blue!” She grumbles and that slithered a deep wicked smile on Harry’s lips, “Like this deep ocean yer afraid of?” Her eyes widens at that and she almost lunges on her knees.

How did he know? Ofcourse, he'd. He’s everywhere. In every damn picture of wherever they went for recreation.

“I’m not.” She scoffs, her tone inconvenient and hazy as she shrinks into herself.

“Then take a dip,” She wishes that she could wipe that beautiful stupid smirk off his gorgeous stupidly lame face.

“Kiss my ass.” She spat out throwing a cushion towards him that lands on his lap, “I’d love to.” He barks out a laugh that rings through the waves.

“You’re such a stinky asshole.” She hits him with another that dumps against his chest, “Ow!” He feigns hurt with ridiculous comical expressions and throws the cushion back towards her which she successfully dodges, but, it falls behind her into the water.

“Shit.” She complains ducking around the edge of the yacht and stretches her arm to the plausible extent to grab the floating cushion.

Though when the tips of her toes leaves the seat she was on and she’s bending too much for her own sake Harry’s standing upright, “Hey stop —-" But. It’s too late as with a high pitched squeaky shriek Y/N's rolling first and falling into the water leaving Harry frozen for a second.

Panic chokes her throat and she moves her limbs around everywhere splashing water vigorously. Mouth gasping for oxygen but all that comes is salty water filling her mouth and lungs too, maybe as she sinks deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” He shouts out jumping to save her immediately knowing she doesn’t know how to swim and he’s wrapping his palm around her neck and pulling her from her waist to himself under the water as she watches him with frightened fading eyes.

He comes back to surface quickly and presses her to his chest. She too clings to him for dear life feeling herself drift into a state of unconsciousness and hard to breath while he grabs the deck and lifts her with himself to it.

He doesn’t risk a chance and lays her limp body down and clasps his hands together pushing them against where her heat beats feebly, winces when she spurts out water painfully.

“Baby...fuck.” He pats her soaked pale cheek anxiously when she still remains unresponsive to him, breathing wearily so he does what has to be done.

He grabbed her chin, squished her cheeks making her lips pucker out and wrapped his mouth around hers sucking the water out and spat it out once his mouth was full.

His eyes slip shuts and he slumps with relief when Y/N coughs out loudly into his chest and he brings her into him murmuring assurance into her wet hair.

“You’re okay darling,” His whisper wavers from the trembling of his lips and his fingers divots into her softest of skin when he hugs her tightly, “’M sorry ‘s me fault, Sweets.” He rubs the bridge of his nose to take the sniff of her scent to calm him down and she shakes her head unable to talk, hands bunched up against his tummy.

“You should rest, yeah?” His gaze soft with care and it’s baffling for Y/N that he ever had this side too. Before, she could be on her feet he slipped his strong arms under her and hoists her up and into him without any trouble.

If Y/N wouldn’t be feeling very droopy and breathless she sure would have fought with him, maybe blushed and hid her face into his neck but she’s already knocking out in his arms from the stingy feeling in her eyes that made her super duper sleepy.

..

Clouds. Y/N's merged into them and they cover every inch of Y/N, wait where am I? She feels real nice comforted around with such warm bedding and she sure knows it’s not hers. The blurry sight infront of her is enough to aware her and a perfectly calloused hand comes rubbing her shoulder when she tries to sit up.

“Not heaven, o'summat.” He chuckles airily. His smile small and a tad awkward, he’s changed into another pair of trunks that are yellow and his upper half now sadly is covered from a blue tee.

“How you feelin'?” Y/N let his question fly over her head and stutters out loudly, “Why you being s'nice to me now?” It etches a frown on his face but soon it vanishes into an expression that Y/N couldn’t pick point.

“You’ve always been such a meanie...” She murmurs glumly. White sheets tangling around her torso as she moves infront of him – their knees touching.

“I umm –-...like you, I guess?” He has never been this nervous and jumblish with words.

“You guess?” She asks and scared that he missed up he rushes out to hold her and to make her believe that his feelings are true.

“No, no! I’m sure. I like you very much.” That puts Y/N into silence where she stares the gleaming jewels onto his fingers and ponders over what he said.

Harry Styles. Her first kiss. Her very first candy love crush and her dream of bad boy actually likes her back.

She tries to ignore the party poppers going inside her body and the drums of happiness rolling around her heart.

“But ... Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” She doesn’t meet his eyes smoothing out the crinkles of sheets and her palm halts immediately when Harry hooks his thumb under her chin and raises it gaze lovingly into her eyes with sincerity, “Just ‘cos I stole yer first kiss?”

He laughs out sweetly when she bobs her head vigorously, “C’mon we were just sixteen! I’d have made sure to tell y'to keep it safe fo’ your precious person if I knew back then.” His pupils gleaming with hope and a tinge of eagerness.

The next thing she said with a slight bubbly pout caught Harry off-guard and in awe that how to process what she said with so much liability and vulnerability.

“But you’re my precious person!!”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins with a dimple tutting in and grabs her small cold hands to pull her closer to him.

The sweet name shies Y/N away and Harry thinks she couldn’t be more endearing as he takes her soft looking puffy face in the warm embrace of his hands and bops their noses together.

“Then g’na make sure ‘m your last.” He murmurs feathering his lips to the corner of her mouth that flutters her eyelids like butterflies and she pants out for more with a sweet whine, “Shit. You’re still very candy like since I last kissed ye'.” He giggles stroking his thumb up her cheek and takes a lick of her jutted bottom lip.

“Harry....” She complains tugging his weary shirt, “Yes me baby?” He quips out with those fake surprised eyes he makes with raised brows and puppy gaze.

“Kiss me alre –—,” He's swallowing her words down with the tender smush of his lips against hers in a kiss that’s slow and comforting at first, hearing onto the noises that she creates from tasting him and it deepens into something ardent and red when Harry pulls her over his thighs and guides her arms around his neck.

Their foreheads comes touching. Their hearts in sync and beside eachother. Their tongues loving on eachother.

“Dunno if I could ever stop.” He whispers breaking the knot of spit that connects their mouths with the stroke of his thumb against her shinning lip and pecks that spot twice.

“Then don’t.” Y/N looses her brain cells and only butterflies to whoosh into her skull as she grabs his jaw never letting him go and kisses him harder and rougher this time.

She’s gonna be in oh so much love with this bad boy that’s such a softie for her and she knows that there’s no going back.

[missymurphy1985]

Bella Italia

Your Summer in Italy is definitely going to be one to remember....

Feat. Jim from the Delinquent Season

Request - Yes

Warning - smut (kinda from the offset...), age gap relationship

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @janelongxox @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @elenavampire21 @being-worthy @noctvrnalmoth

You've been working at the Sapienza University in Rome for the last 6 weeks, helping your father who was teaching a Summer School class over there. Originally from Dublin, you'd come to Italy for the summer with your parents initially for a vacation, but you got bored quickly and ended up helping with the admin side of things as an intern, whilst taking a summer class yourself in Piano. You'd had dreams of being a concert pianist since you started playing 13 years ago, your grandmother leaving her piano for you in her will when you were 7 years old. You'd fallen in love with it immediately.

All was going perfectly, except for one thing. Interns regularly worked in teams of 2, and you'd been paired with Jim. A Dublin man who despite being 10 years older than you, was the most attractive man you'd ever met, with the most exquisite ocean blue eyes and floppy brown hair.. he was simply perfect... And quite the distraction. You'd worked together for two weeks, and you knew he had a son - his wife had left him for someone else and taken their son back to Sligo where she was originally from, for reasons you didn't ask about, and he'd come out to Italy to get away from it all and take a semi sabbatical.

After three days, you'd shared a secret kiss in the small office you worked together in, after you both stayed late to help with paperwork. Your father was none the wiser, and he'd never find out - it was a holiday romance, that's all, and you were just having fun.

Which is exactly what you were doing sat on your desk at 7pm one Monday evening, under the pretence of 'working late', with Jim's fingers buried deep in your core, thrusting them in and out of you, curling them up perfectly to hit your g spot every time. His mouth took you to highs you'd never been to before. Your body was rocking against his hand, your orgasm building up quickly.

"Oh god... Oh god.... Oh god...." You moaned, as your back arched and you came hard over his hand, your hips bucking wildly.

Within seconds of your core exploding, he'd pulled down his jeans and entered you swiftly, lifting you off the table and pushing your body against the wall, thrusting upwards into you like a piston. Neither of you wanted romantic, you were both primal when you got together physically.

"That's it y/n... Good girl... Squeeze me... Fuck...." He was panting now, his pubic bone hitting your swollen clit eliciting a deep groan from your throat. The way you mained during sex turned him on no end, you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

"You gonna come Jim? You gonna fill me up?" His lips met your neck, biting and kissing lightly.. you'd need a scarf tomorrow..

"Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum... You ready for this?" Your legs were tight round his back, nails scratching his shoulders as you felt him thrust hard into you and cum deep inside you, his thick release coating your walls. He panted into your neck, as both your bodies calmed. Pulling out of you and handing you a tissue to clean up, you both redressed and headed out the door like nothing had happened. Suddenly he grabbed your hand in the empty corridor and pulled you into him, stealing a long passionate kiss before pulling away and heading back to his room on campus. That was new.. normally he wasn't interested in anything once he'd had his end away, why did he kiss you?

Prior to coming to Italy, you'd only had sex with one guy who, frankly, never fulfilled your needs. Your sex drive was incredibly high, and he simply couldn't keep up with you. Your twice weekly trysts on a Monday and Thursday evening with Jim were proving to not be enough either, you found yourself wanting him daily, almost hourly...

"Hey, y/n, can I borrow you for a minute?" Jim asked the morning after your 'meeting' at your desk. You nodded, and he took you down the corridor towards a small janitors cupboard at the end. What the hell was he doing? He opened the door, pulled you inside and locked it behind him.

"Where did you get that key?" You asked.

"The janitor is easily bought..." He moved over to you - this was definitely new. The university was full of students and teachers, you'd never met up for sex on anything other than a Monday or Thursday evening when it was deserted...

Pressing his lips to yours you melted into it, tongues meshing together. His hands pulled your maxi dress up over your hips and sat you on a small filing cabinet in the corner. Kneeling in front of you, he pulled your underwear down your legs and kissed along your thighs. Another new thing... He'd never pleasured you this way but you weren't complaining.

His tongue licked up your open slit slowly, your hands were gripping his floppy brown hair as you groaned, bucking your hips upwards to meet his mouth.

"Fuck yes.. Jim..." He responded by taking your clit into his mouth, pulling on it. Two fingers entered you slowly, pulling forwards to find that spot inside guaranteed to make you flood him with your juices.

He started pushing his fingers in and out, picking up the pace as you panted above him. "You need to stay quiet... Can't have people hearing what I'm doing to you now, can we..." He moved back up, his fingers still buried knuckle deep inside you, as he placed his other hand over your mouth to stifle your moans. Pulling you slightly off the cabinet to an almost standing position, he leaned into your ear and began whispering, edging you closer.

"Ride my fingers... Make a mess for me baby..." He kept his hand as still as possible and allowed you to control the movements. You ground your hips in circles, and back and forth, aiming it perfectly so his fingers reached your g spot with each movement. His mouth was on your collarbone, groaning into it, knowing how much it turned you on when you could hear him. His hand was still over your mouth as your moans intensified, your orgasm edging closer. His lips next to your ear again.

"You gonna cum?" You nodded, and he panted in your ear, his moans sending you over the edge as you shuddered, coming undone over his hand. As you rode out your high, you heard him unzip his jeans and spin you around, bending you over the cabinet as he lined up behind you and thrust inside, bending over your back, the angle hitting your sensitive spot over and over hard. One hand was still over your mouth, the other pulling your hair as he pounded you. Your legs were shaking as you felt his cock twitch inside you, and moments later he came, filling you and sending you over the edge again.

Pulling out, he lifted your body back to his, facing him again now as he kissed you deeply, confusing you even further. The kiss felt more passionate and loving than normal, his lips lingered and he ran his hands softly through your hair.

"Jim...?" You asked, cautiously. "Jim what's going on?"

"Nothing, just needed to feel you.. you okay?" His eyes met yours, and he tapped your nose against his.

"I'm fine..." You lied. You weren't fine. You were falling for him, but you'd always assumed you were just a fuck - now something felt like it was shifting but you weren't prepared to get your hopes up on a man who was 10years older than you with a child back home. He kissed you again, and pulled his clothes back on, before a quick glance back and a smile, and he was out the door. You didn't see him again for the rest of the day.

The following morning, you came to work with a slight spring to your step, only to find your father in your office with a young lady you'd not met before.

"Y/n, this is Kate, she'll be working with you from this morning." You raised an eyebrow, shocked.

"Oh... Hi... Erm... Where's Jim?" You asked, smiling politely at Kate.

"He flew back to Ireland last night - he and his wife are trying again apparently, isn't that amazing! Y/n, you okay?" Your heart sank and you felt sick. Your face must've turned a shade of white.

"Um... Yes... Sorry Dad, yes I'm fine.. can you give me a minute I think I've eaten something that hasn't agreed with me.. sorry Kate I'll be right back..." You ran to the toilets down the corridor and locked yourself in a cubicle before throwing up violently. Sinking back against the door, you couldn't stop the tears. You knew he was married, but he said they'd separated, there was no chance of reconciliation after she'd cheated on him... And yet here you were, clearly having been lied to and used.

You pulled yourself off the floor and cleaned yourself up, before heading back out. Swallowing down any feelings you thought you had for Jim, and replacing them with hate and anger.

Good riddance.

[namjooningelsewhere]

Say Yes Maybe?

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Lovers to soulmates, lots of fluff!!!

Rating : 18+

Summary - It's Jungkooks birthday and a plan for a mini vacation is on. It has to be the best birthday ever and you were planning to make it the even more memorable.

The boys were supposed to back today from their tour after a long long time and i had missed him a million much, It was hard him not being around. It was hard to sleep with the empty bedside when i knew he would be right there most of the times to wake me or rather smother me with the best kisses- My Kookie.

I wrote a one-shot for first time, hope you like it, please do let me know your feedbacks would mean a lot.

Though this year marked a different beginning for me as i was sure of one thing i wanted to make this birthday the best for him. I had a surprise trip planned ahead for Jungkook. I had figured it out with Namjoon in accordance with their dates and i was going to surprise him at the airport.

I was waiting in the private lounge when i got the arrived text message from namjoon. Somehow they walked cluelessly and Jungkook froze the second he saw me, he couldn't absolute figure what i was doing at the airport in a private lounge. Namjoon smiled at me and tapped him on the back- Have fun buddy. Everyone gave me a teasing wink and left.

Jungkook was beyond amazed and he just kept staring which made me chuckle. "Baby what are you doing here?" and what's all this? What were those looks for?" He couldn't help but just ambush me with his questions. "Kookie relax I'm not kidnapping you." I said.

"That doesn't answer my question though." He sulked. We are going somewhere. I tried giving him a hint. There was a gleam in his eyes ."Where?" he asked with an amused look in his eyes. "Maybe i am whisking you away for your birthday?" I asked is that information enough for you as of now kookie? I asked innocently.

I let the destination remain a secret for now enveloping his boarding passes in a sticker so he couldn't figure where we were headed. It was a short flight considering he flew non stop for 18 hours but it was only a short while that we reach our destination to give him the surprise of his life.

It was two years since we started dating and it was an absolute roller coaster ride with kookie, There was never a dull day with him around and he made sure of that even when he was away. Of course we had our share of ups and downs but again it was normal to happen. But there was nothing Jungkook's kisses couldn't fix.

It was almost evening when we reached our destination. He went running like a excited child ready to explore whatever was thrown at him and you enjoyed watching him. We stepped out of the airport he dropped the bag he was carrying signing a no way with those doe eyes, All i could was smile at this bunny of my boyfriend- "Welcome to Milan, My love"

It was like a dream come true to me i always wanted a road trip and with man of my dreams and now i happened to have both of that and i knew i wanted to make this the most special birthday of his life, one which will be a fond memory to both of us. We checked in to the hotel to rest for the night before we left for our road trip.

It was so good to be with Jungkook finally, to feel his arms wrapped around me while we stood gazing at the window, Or his hands that cleaned me when we had shower together. We cuddled like nobody's business and fell asleep in each others arms tired yet content to be each others arms for the night. Just our kind of night.

The next morning was a fresh start since we just waited for our breakfast while a ride arrived honking infront of the bnb. I gave our copy of documents to the person and looked at the beauty of the car, she was an vintage beauty but very gorgeous. "Baby this is umm really sweet was all Jungkook could manage before he pulled me into a bear hug.

We drove through the countryside in Piacenza, It was a beautiful place by with open farms, picturesque villages with a typical rustic northern Italy atmosphere. We just grabbed something to eat and left on our way. It was a sight to watch Jungkook's hair in the wind looked like a sight i would die for.

I clicked as many impromptu candid, Fake candid's of him when he tried to pout in most of them, But i wasn't at fault either, Why would you hold back if you have a muse like ? He was such a sweetheart and his excitement had me bubbling inside, This guy had me falling in love with him more and more.

We stopped at Cinque Terre for the night, and god damn that place, i was speechless once i saw the place while i booked it online. It was a rustic cottage stay by the beach. It was beautifully laid out in the landscapes of olives, and wild flowers. The night was spent drinking wine lots and lots of it and some wild love making. I'm sure everyone around must have heard it.

I woke up to the sound of water gushing, and an empty bedside. I wore his shirt and just peeped in from the balcony, There was the man washing the car, Jungkook looked like a sin washing the car shirtless with a track, almost wet hair and those abs that flexed whenever he stretched to wipe the surface.

This man was going to be the death of me. I called him casually, he came running to me, "Good morning beautif.. Before he could complete i crashed him to the wall and kissed him which well ended up in a lot of heated make out and a lot of morning sex. "It was the fucking carwash isn't it?" He said grinning from ear to ear. "Nope, It was the shirtless Jungkook, hair wet and the abs." I chimed. He froze to the detailed description before pulling me in to smother his Jungkook kisses.

We drove through the Pisa had our share of touristy vibe of the leaning tower of Pisa before we headed to San Milato in the Tuscan countryside. It was supposed to be three days on the road before it was time for Jungkook's birthday and i had certain plans to celebrate so we had to make sure we had to reach Naples.

It was finally his birthday eve and we spent the night in the calmness by the sea a bonfire some marshmallows and some cake which happened to be utilized in a lot of other ways later. "Happy birthday baby" I said as we laid on the sands for the night.

It was in the evening, i had planned a surprise for him at the private beach by the hotel, It was more of a candle light celebration with some music and a dance maybe with the most handsome and hottest man in this world Jeon Jungkook.

It was after the celebration that we sat on the cliff by the sea with some dim lighting which were making the view even more beautiful. I sat with him with my head on his shoulder and hands intertwined in his. "Baby this is the most beautiful birthday ever, Thankyou for just bringing me here with you so unexpectedly, Thankyou for the amazing time we had and for everything. I love you doll, I just wish the time freezes here forever with you right here next to me." He said almost in tears.

"Then make it, I said taking my cue to ask what i wanted to right since the first day i started planning this trip. "As in?" He questioned.

"Jungkook i don't know how to say this without scaring you away, but i think I've fallen in love with you beyond anything and it would be the best thing in this whole fucking world to wake up next to you, grow old with you just tolerate those lame jokes you make, just drool over you the way i do, and let you convince me for anything with those puppy eyes for the rest of my life. Jeon Jungkook Will you marry me please?" I completed getting down on one knee for the man of my life.

He stood there frozen at his place and it almost made me think he was going to say no, my world was spinning right next to my eyes and i managed to control a sob. "kookie you don't have to answer me just yet if you don't-- He swiped me off the ground hugging me "Yes baby yes.... I am the luckiest person you know", He said with a sparkle in his eyes. I took out the box i got from my purse with his name engraved on it. "Baby where do i go for a ring" he whined. "Its okay baby i can have mine when we go back."

The next two days were spent in holding hands, making love, visiting historical places and driving by the countryside eating pizza, drinking wine, going all touristy before it was time to go back home to getting back to people who i badly wanted to celebrate with. Celebrate me and my kookie, celebrate US!!!

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ I Loved You For All This Time Apart ~

Pairing: Damiano David x Lea (fictional character)

Word count: 1759

Warnings: Slightly bit of swearing.

Summary: Lea makes a hard decision which has major consequences on her relationship.

The doors opened and she saw him. Damiano was standing in front of her while she walked past the gate from her plane. They haven’t seen each other for a long time. Three years passed since their breakup but they still didn’t stop loving each other.

Damiano was stubborn. When Lea told him that she wants to leave to England, he quickly protested, saying that she’s better living in Italy, in her home country, rather than being all alone in an unknown place without any family or friends.

He always wanted to impress everyone. When he was in the studio with Vic, Thomas and Ethan, everything had to be perfect. He didn’t leave the place without making sure that every sound and lyric were on point. Lea told him that he can’t overwork himself like that but he didn’t listen and stayed in the studio from dusk till dawn working his ass off till he fell asleep on the floor with papers in his tired hands.

Damiano never missed the opportunity to party. Whether it was celebrating their new albums or just a local festival, he never said no to going out with his friends. He drank a lot on the parties which made Lea angry. Once he got so drunk that Lea had to call a Taxi and literally crawl with him on her back to get him home. She was furious that night, which didn’t happen often and threatened him that they will break up if he won’t stop being so irresponsible.

She wasn’t a loud person though. She never got angry and never raised her voice. It was really hard to make her go out of control and she knew that sometimes she was too kind to everyone. Damiano always told her that she should stand up for herself more but she was too generous to see bad in people.

When she got irritated she usually closed herself in the bedroom and meditated to clear her mind. It helped her a lot and she never was the one to argue anyways. She always prefered to calm down and talk. Damiano loved how down to earth Lea was. Whenever they had a worse moment, she held his hands, stroking them gently and said: What’s bothering you, love? Let’s talk about it.

Those little moments felt like big steps until it all crashed.

One day Lea made the most important and the hardest decision. She bought a ticket to London and told Damiano that she’s leaving Italy. He tried to turn it into a joke at first but then he realized that she was serious.

What do you mean you’re leaving Italy? He asked her confused, giving her a look full of fear. He didn’t want to loose her. She was his soulmate and loosing her would mean loosing a part of him.

Baby, I want to travel, chase my dreams. There are so many opportunities waiting for me, I want to go and be happy. Her face lit up and passion in her voice made Damiano frown.

So you’re not happy with me, huh? He said and his eyes turned black. He was angry. How could she ever think of leaving him and moving to UK? Her place was next to him, in Italy.

Dami, it’s not about you. I just..

You just what? You want to leave me here alone and sacrifice everything we have! He screamed and Lea, not aware of his sudden outburst, shivered.

I’m not breaking up with you. But you have to understand, I can’t spend my whole life here, only looking at you succeed. As much as I love you and as much as I’m happy about your carrier, I want to do it for myself, I want to achieve something, be successful. I’m doing this to show myself that I’m worthy. She said and her eyes filled with tears.

Well then, I guess it’s over for us. I can’t do long distance. He said letting down his head.

So you don’t even want to try? You don’t want to put some effort and make our relationship work? Her cheeks were now wet from the tears. She looked at him full of sadness and disappointment.

You just chose.

Alright then, goodbye Damiano.

That’s when they’ve seen each other for the last time.

Since then Lea lived in London. The weather there wasn’t as amazing as in Italy but Lea found herself amazed with british culture. The people there were kind, saying thank you and I’m sorry with every occasion possible. They were helpful too. Whenever Lea entered a bookstore or coffee shop, people seemed to be willing to help with anything you’d ask them for. She felt like she could get friends with everyone there which didn’t make her feel so lonely. After a month of wandering around and gettin to know the country a little more, Lea joined a local designer house and started her career as a fashion designer and consultant. There she met Steph - her spirit guide as she used to say all the time. They started designing together and their work found its popularity around London soon after. Lea finally felt like it was her place and she for sure didn’t want to leave. Ever.

After three years she’s gotten an invitation for Alex’s wedding in Florence. Since he was like a brother to her she decided to visit her home country but soon after she got a call from him. Damiano called her at 2 am in the morning, waking her up and saying that they should meet once she arrives. At first she was shocked. They broke up on not such good terms but the truth was none of them stopped loving the other.

Damiano through all this time wrote songs about Lea. He knew that if he’d tried even a little then maybe their relationship would work. But he was a coward. He couldn’t stand a fact of long distance, being together but apart at the same time, so he decided to shut up and all his braveness vanished. His lyrics were deep and sad, all of them about being lonely, breakup and sadness. Vic, Thomas an Ethan tried to talk to him but he always shut them off, saying that he’s fine and that they shouldn’t worry. After a while he seemed to move on but when Alex called him with a wedding invitation, saying that Lea confirmed her attendance, his heart stopped. He decided to call her.

Damiano, its 2 am in the morning. What is so important you want to tell me at such a time? Lea answered her phone with a sleepy voice.

I heard you’re attending Alex’s wedding and i just.. wanted to call you to ask what are you getting them as a gift. Damiano lied which was obvious even to Lea.

For a gift? Are you out of your mind? You call me at 2 am just to ask me for a fucking gift? She said shocked at her own tone.

I uhm.. i think we should meet. You know, once you arrive. He said and brushed his hair with his palm.

We will meet at the wedding. She said harshly.

No Lea, i meant meet before the wedding. To talk.

What do you wanna talk about?

Us? He said, not being sure of her response.

Us? You want to talk about us Damiano? You said yourself you don’t want long distance and now after 3 years you want to talk about us? If it wasn’t Alex’s wedding, I’m sure you wouldn’t have called. Lea said and she was about to hang up but Damiano stopped her.

But I love you. Damiano’s words stuck in her mind making it repeat them over and over again. I’ve never stopped.

For good 5 minutes there was a silence that Lea didn’t want to break. Shock was an understatement. Of course, she hadn’t stopped loving him either but he said that out of the blue and she didn’t know exactly what to say.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.. Damiano started but was interrupted.

No, it’s okey. I just.. It’s not a conversation we should be having through the phone. She said quietly and soon after they ended their call.

And now he was standing in front of her. Dressed all in black, his hair longer than Lea has remembered and even more handsome than she saw him last time. She noticed that his jawline was more sharp and on his face she saw a slight beard.

Damiano also noticed some changes. Lea wasn’t wearing glasses like before, her hair were a lighter color than the brown hazelnut tone he loved so much but she looked really good.

Long time no see. Damiano said and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Yeah, long time indeed. She said squeezing tighter a handle of her suitcase.

They stood like this for what felt like forever when suddenly Lea felt Damiano’s arms wrapping around her tightly and pulling her closer for a warm hug. It truly felt like home. His scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes and his fingers gently stroking her back, his face buried in a crock of her neck and lips dangerously close to her skin. Lea felt his breath on her neck and sighed wrapping her arms around his torso, giving back the hug.

I missed you so much. Damiano whispered and Lea’s eyes started getting watery.

She missed him too but never wanted to admit it. Not after he decided to end this relationship because he didn’t have the courage to try and make it work from a distance.

Not long after she felt Damiano’s warm lips on hers. She didn’t expect it all and surprised but pleased with such sudden interaction she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet, full of love and missing each other but they both enjoyed it more than they both expected. After a while they pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes.

I know we have a lot to figure out and a lot to talk through but I’ve never stopped loving you. Please forgive me. Damiano said stroking Lea’s cheek with his thumb.

I loved you for all this time apart. Lea said and they both smiled at each other.

It didn’t matter for them that they were standing in each other’s embrace in the middle of the airport. What really mattered to them was that they found their way back to each other.

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Hello everyone! I’m back and I just want to explain myself that I was on vacation in London so that’s the reason of my absence. Expect some London inspired content.

ALSOOO I JUST WANTED TO THANK FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME AND I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! ❤️

That one is not as good but i hope you enjoy it! ❤️🥰

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