#that was Italy's state for what

[blueberry-ry]

"Omg guys.... Can you imagine....wouldn't it be crazy.... if the Church...... had power.... over our politics 0-0....."

I'm gonna fucking implode

[renonv]

This is not puppy love 🐶🩵💙

[imthepunchlord]

[terzomega]

it's them.

(( goes w the uhhhh ✨️newest chapter of my fic✨️ ))

[birdswhosmokepot]

dante alighieri is so teenage girl coded because i, too, would name drop people i didn’t like in a book about hell

[aph-states-and-more]

Hey guys! This is Kustaa! I want to go off topic and share some stories of shenanigans instead of giving explanations to our existence, but first I need to explain our relationship with the other nations, or more specifically, the very few who know about us.

The nations at large do not know we exist, mostly due to the fact that since we became independent Mom (what we call Alfred due to him pretending to be a woman as a way to not arouse suspicion as to why he had so many kids when it came to not getting caught by humans, and it just stuck) he has been given strict orders to not tell any other nations, no matter how close (not even Uncle Mattie knew for a while), and this order has been reinstated with each new president. there are a few exceptions. I also got a bit bored and add how some of them reacted to running into us during the wars. that list is:

ps: you will notice a trend of us calling them some form of uncle, this is because due to mom being so drastically outnumbered by us and unable to tell any of the others they kinda just... took up position, this is more about Onkel Gil, Dėdė Tolys, and Zio Vino as the rest of the uncles mentioned are related. they also have a habit of being overprotective (specifically when it comes to any actual fights/battles), but that's just because to them we are "babies" due how young we are comparatively. to them its like if they found a micronation in a war uniform, sure we are physically older, but that's just due to how the states age vs Nations. I mean in all fairness some of us are physically older than mom, who they still see and being really young, so to them- despite how physically old we are, and how capable we are- they still kinda feel responsible for keeping us safe when around, especially since they are part of our family.

Prussia:

Onkel Gil found out when he showed up to train Mom for the revolution, found him wrangling some of the older ones cause they were trying to join the fight. He caught us on both sides of the war both World wars. Not only did he teach Mom, but he taught a majority of us as well so he is one of the few who are able to spot us about 40%-50% of the time. If we were on the same side he would tail us at a distance not wanting to put too much attention on us by showing interest, but occasionally he would buddy up to us a bit under the guise of 'taking a shine to the new recruit'. caught us sneaking files and snooping once or twice but would always just look the other way and scold us later for getting caught. Any training done with him around was harsher and more intense as he wanted to make sure we had the ability to stay safe out there for as long as we could. if we met on the battlefield it turned into him testing out abilities, seeing how much of what he taught us was still there. Usually tried to do it away from the main fight so that we didn't get caught in the crossfire of anything, but it was always a test of skill when met. In WW2 he actively helped us get people out of the country and getting us info when he could, and when he was sent to a camp due to being an albino we were quick to get him out.

Tolys:

Dėdė Tolys found out when he came to live with us, kinda hard to hide that many kids from the person living with us (he got hooked on moonshine while around, and I mean the proper shit cause those states have been working on the recipe for a long ass time). When he caught us in the wars, if we were on the same side he would stick to us like glue, make sure we were properly training, making sure we weren't injured, making sure we ate, weren't getting sick, etc. Major mother hen when around, and he got teased at times for it. When on opposite sides this man would legit try to just, kidnap us off the battle field. He knocked Rytas unconscious once and dragged him away from the fight, just kinda standing guard till near the end where he let himself be run off by a few of the soldiers who were serving with Rytas'. The second he spotted us it became a mission of getting us as far away from the battle field and making sure we remained as uninjured as possible. Even if it meant ambushing us to do it. Did catch a few of us doing some dumb and reckless shit and scolded us for it after making sure we were ok, but for the most part if we got caught, his mission became getting us away from the fighting.

Lovino:

Zio Vino Same as Tolys. When we were caught by him it he was similar to Tolys, I think the two made a pact on what they would do if they found us running around the battle field. If on the same side he did that "pretending not to be a mother hen, but 100% being a mother hen" thing he does, constantly keeping an eye on us either whereever we were stationed or on the battle field. if on opposite sides he would do whatever he could to get us away from the main fight. (though there were several times they only saw us because we did something reckless and-or dumb, and would scold us for said reckless behavior after making sure we were ok.) He straight up tackled Merlin once so that they fell into a covered trench and just, refused to let him get up till the fighting died down a bit. He knew anyone in his military was there for info, and he even helped, distracting higher ups, casually mentioning important studs around us, choosing places for meetings that we could eavesdrop on with less chances of getting caught, etc.

Matthew:

found out after WW1, specifically when the depression started as Mom was debating sending the younger kids to live with uncle Mattie for a while, but ultimately didn't (tho Uncle Mattie did help out a lot). During WW2 if he spotted any of us he would get this extremely exasperated look and then spend the entire time we were serving in the same area being overprotective (or reigning us in, and ruining our fun. because apparently sneaking off to go vandalize the enemy base as a phycological tactic is "needlessly reckless" and "not worth the risk"). if we were on opposite sides he would yell at us to 'get the fuck out of the thick of it' in one of our native languages (he alternated as to not arise suspicion) and then draw attention to himself to give us a chance to get out. if we didn't, he would proceed to use any and all means to force us into retreat or just getting away (he chased Dorota through a battle field with a flame thrower once because she was being a little shit and refused to leave. he didn't actually burn her, just gave her an excuse for the retreat while also not giving her a choice in the matter, but the message was pretty clear, if Uncle Mattie catches us, we gotta go quick)

Mathias:

Morbror Mat found out sometime during 1937 when he came to check up on Mom and due to stuff happening at the time ended up meeting us instead. He is the only Nordic that knows Mom and Uncle Mattie are Berwald's kids. To be fair we only know because our grandmother admitted it when Stellen was born, and that Berwald had left for home before she was showing. She knew but didn't tell him because she had helped talk him through some of the relationship issues he and Timo had been having at the time and knew that Berwald truly loved Timo. Mom made him promise not to tell, but he has been around as much as possible since he found out, wanting to ''make up for lost time with his nephew and his nephew's kids''. Not that he will ever admit it, but he has a bit of anger towards grandma for not telling Berwald, and I can tell it eats away at him sometimes that he can't say anything to the other Nordics. Grandma knows it, but I dont think they have actually talked about it yet. In WW2 anytime he was in the same area or ran into us at camps or on the battle field he would either wordlessly join us and tail us till we got moved (or the battle was over) or in the event that he ran into one of the ones on the other side he would kinda herd us away from the main fight and then do a mini fake fight till majority of the battle was done (his way of not letting us get hurt under his watch but not getting us caught) then part ways under the pretense of mutual retreat.

Side note: Honestly we learned pretty quick with all of them that if we were caught, we needed to get out of the center of battle and stick to the outskirts where we were less likely to get hurt or get caught in crossfire as much as we didn't like it, an often times tried to find ways around it, it was easier to just give them a small piece of mind that for the moment we were safer, they were already dealing with enough, so letting them fret and fuss in their own ways wasn't that bad in the long run. plus they usually reported to mom that they saw us and that we were ok, so it gave mom some peace of mind as well.

Ravis:

we kinda adopted him when we were living in Ivan's Walls during the Cold War, and dragged him into helping us cause shenanigans around the house. That kid was in major need of a confidence boost and we called dibs on him. We actually kidnapped him not long after he officially got out of the USSR, and he spent a while at our house. at first we didn't tell mom, and then we eventually just dragged him to family diner and mom took one look at him, saw us treating him like family, and said fuck it, guess I have another kid. He and Avar are really "close" (they have been dancing around each other for a while, and I can't tell if they are already dating and pretending not too to stop the rest of us from teasing them, or genuinely aren't together yet)

Emil:

kinda?... not specifically? When some of the nordic states (me included) were bouncing around the Scandinavian militaries we found Iceland hiding out in his brothers Militaries, and bouncing to another when/if he got killed. Eiro got shot infront of him (didn't die, but close to fatal), and then when Emil (who had been killed, and just healed quicker) was trying to bring his body back in an attempt to get them healed, they bounced back up with majority of the damage gone and scared the shit out of Emil. Eiro said something to the effect of 'I know you are Iceland. I am something similar but I cant say anything about who or what I am, but I promise we are just here to help' We never told him what we were, but we did all introduce ourselves whenever we saw him. Even helped him hide from his brothers when they were assigned to the same area as him (we are pretty sure they caught on to the fact that Emil was somewhere in their militaries and were trying to find him to send him home). In WW1, he was just in Finland's (and the other Nordics somewhat followed suit, though while Mathias, Berwald, and Lukas were all aware of where the others were and who was active when, they weren't aware of Emil's involvement. In WW2 he was able to bounce around more, and therefore was able to be active more often (as he had to take longer in-betweens in WW1 as to not get caught). We still kinda hang out, and meet ups at times, but we have never specified what we are or anything. Just a mutual understanding of "also some kind of immortal, and probably some kind of nation or something similar" and no questions asked about it.

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

it's always faintly amusing to me when people post pictures of like, the Eiffel Tower and they're like "photographed in Paris, France" like thanks for specifying it was France I thought it might be the famous Eiffel Tower of Paris, Texas

[skyward-floored]

Random question time!

What's one country you would love to visit and why?

Hmm, France or Japan, I think. My aunt’s family has some connections to France, and my cousin spent a semester there last year and really liked it (though that was largely because she has an extreme allergy to soy, and was overjoyed to be able to not worry about what she ate). I think it would be neat to taste an actual French croissant and the other food, and see all the touristy stuff XD

Japan I’ve had ties to practically my whole life; I know several missionary families who live there/have lived there, one of which are close family friends. I’d love to visit and see for myself all of the stuff that they’ve shown pictures of and talked about, it would be so neat :) Plus... nintendo lol

[pilmyeol]

i wish being bad at geography wasnt code for “im a usamerican who doesnt care about the rest of the world” it makes it so hard to complain about actually being shit terrible at geography

[coconut530]

FRIED EGG 💙😡❌🫣❤️

[ihatechosingnames]

To add, it's the Pope that appoint people (like cardinal and other additional titles) that appoint other people eccetera eccetera, like a domino and while Bishops have a very complicated process of appointment, it's still the Pope who has the last word.

There’s nothing funnier than American Trad Caths revealing that they’re just Presbyterians that think Baroque looks cool

[that-starlight-prince]

I looked up why it was called the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies but I'm not satisfied with the explanation.

[nottswitch]

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

summary: your last night in italy, your last chance to remember this vacation forever

pairing: theo nott x reader

warning: 18+ smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), spanking, choking, dirty talk, degradation/praise, mentions of alcohol, tipsy sex, smoking, broken Italian, modern!au, muggle!au

wc: 3.9k

a/n: it’s been a long time coming!! finally officially writing for theo. inspired by honey (are u coming?) by måneskin <3

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The air of the summer night was almost chilly, but only almost – the temperatures in the south of Italy are usually high at this time of year. However, it didn’t stop you from shivering as a light breeze of wind brushed against your skin, flushed from all the alcohol you had consumed in the last couple of hours. It wasn’t even that much in quantity – it was more so the mixture between the different kinds of it creating a heady haze in your direct and peripheral vision. And now, you were standing behind the club, having come out for a breather and a brief clearance of your mind. Your friends were still inside, lost somewhere between the dancing bodies, and you didn’t care enough to let them know you were heading out.

“Scusa, signorina, ha un accendino?”

You were shaken out of the blankness of your thoughts by a deep voice coming from somewhere behind you. You didn’t know what it said, since you weren’t the assigned interpreter of the group and knew jack shit about Italian. Slowly and cautiously, you turned your head to look at the source of that profoundly attractive voice. The man was standing a bit further away, still hidden by the shadows, so you couldn’t see his face clearly.

“Ciao?”

In your dumbfounded state, it was the only thing your brain could conjure up. The sole Italian word you knew for sure and could safely produce, besides the pizza names, of course. But if you started spurring them out – that would be deathly embarrassing.

The silhouette let out a low chuckle. He took a step further, and the light of a street lamp finally let you see the face of the mysterious voice. Your mouth was slightly agape as you studied his features: cheekbones that looked sharper than they probably were, emphasized by the shadows of the night; a cap of dark curly hair, messed up by hours of dancing in the club and the breeze that was currently ruffling it; his lips, rather… full and strangely inviting.

“Shit, I thought this line would work.”

Once again, his voice pulled you right out of your reverie. You realized that he was speaking English now, and his accent made the language sound tenfold more charming than it needed to be.

“What?” you asked, immediately feeling sheepish as you said it. It wasn’t hard to notice that you’d been standing there shamelessly ogling him while he tried to converse.

The previous chuckle of his turned into a laugh. The stranger stepped even closer, so close that you could distinguish a couple moles on his face, and his eyes… they were something else entirely. You tried your best to blink away the incoming clouding of the mind – it was simply dangerous to stare into them too much.

“I asked if you had a lighter,” he explained, taking a pack of cigarettes and his own lighter out of his pocket. “This line usually works.”

He lit up the cigarette, taking quick inhales until the tip started burning orange. Then, he took a deep drag, hollowing out his cheeks and making his cheekbones appear even more prominent. You watched in awe as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, deliberately blowing it out in the opposite direction.

“But you-” you tried to say, your voice embarrasingly cracking and making you clear your throat. “You have a lighter,” you finally uttered, rubbing your throat with your fingers and swallowing a lump slowly starting to form there.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just a conversation starter,” he explained with another low chuckle. You felt like you were five and he was you kindergarten teacher, explaining the reason the sky was blue. “And it did start the conversation, no?”

You smiled nervously, fumbling with your necklace. The stranger noticed your tensed up state and his expression softened from playful to friendly and approachable.

“Theo,” he said, holding out his hand. “Well, Theodore, actually, but only my mother calls me that when she’s angry,” he joked, his lips spreading in a wide smile.

You introduced yourself as well, feeling much more comfortable with his gaze warmly resting on your eyes. His hand was bigger than yours, softer than you expected and felt like a pillow. Once your palms connected, he wrapped his fingers around yours and instead of a handshake, lifted your hand to his lips to plant a kiss on its back.

Your cheeks flushed instantly at the feeling of his lips on your skin. They were so soft that a need to feel them on your mouth made itself known in the depths of your stomach. You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, but didn’t pull your hand away when his lips lingered there for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“So, bella,” he started, letting go of your hand, “what are you doing alone outside of a club at…” He glanced at his wristwatch. “…at five in the morning?”

“My friends are still inside,” you explained the ‘alone’ part, “and I just came out for a breather. Our flight is in six hours and we’re probably not going to sleep,” you added with a scoff. At that point, a sleepless night didn’t sound as enticing as it did just a day before.

“A flight?”

Theo tilted his head, taking another drag of the cigarette. You swore you were hallucinating, but you could hear a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah, we’re flying back home,” you replied with a sigh, also feeling disappointed for some reason. It was rather unfair, you thought, that as soon as you met a perfect picture of a man, you had to leave him behind, in a country so foreign to you.

“Damn…”

Theo let out a humorless chuckle, exhaling a plume of smoke and running his hand through his hair, letting the curls gracefully fall on his forehead afterwards. He noticed the curious glance you gave him and shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just-”

He interrupted himself by taking a long drag of the cigarette and shoving his hand in his pocket, as if to stop it from clenching into a fist.

“I just thought I had a chance,” he finished with a white cloud billowing out of his mouth. “You know, to have your number, to take you out and all that…”

You sighed, lowering your gaze to the ground. You actually really wanted to go on a date with this handsome stranger, and life felt even more unfair than just seconds ago, now that you knew that your sudden desire was reciprocated.

“Life’s a bitch, I guess,” you breathed out, biting the inside of your cheek to stop your voice from shaking. You never knew that a simple one-minute encounter outside of a club could affect you that profoundly, yet there you were, wishing you could stay in Italy for at least a day longer.

Theo watched you intently as he kept on smoking, and silence fell between the two of you for a few minutes.

"Can we…?" his voice sounded in the silence of the night.

"Yeah," you breathed out before he could even finish the sentence. You knew exactly what he was implying, and you would probably die before you missed the chance to skip all the unnecessary steps and just outright go for it.

You could see Theo grinning and tilting his head back a little as another cloud of thick white smoke wafted above him. He threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with the tip of his shoe, all while his shining eyes were fixed on you, and you realized that your own lips perfectly mirrored his wide smile. Theo took a couple of steps towards you, the proximity between your bodies’ letting his warmth envelop your front. His hand hovered next to your waist while his eyes searched yours, silently asking for permission. Your nod was more than enough; you barely had time to breathe in before Theo’s lips were on yours, his hand firmly gripping your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. On instinct, your own hands ended up on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself, as your knees seemed to have a mind of their own and suddenly wanted to buckle.

Naturally, Theo tasted like cigarettes and a hint of alcohol; his scent invaded your senses with male cologne and something citrusy on top of that. His hands held you up, one of them leaving wrinkles on the thin fabric of your tank top, and the other one – caressing you flushed cheek with his thumb. You let out a soft, shaky moan when you felt his tongue gliding against yours and got a response in the form of another moan, but lower – from him. It sounded heavenly, and you found yourself wanting to pull more of this out of him.

Both of you were breathless when you mouths finally separated, a thin strip of saliva stretching out between your shiny, sloppy lips. A second later, it was cold and dripping down your chin, and Theo laughed, pressing his thumb to your skin to wipe off the mess.

"There’s a place, not far from here," he whispered, leaning in so that his lips would lightly brush against your ear.

"Whatever you say," you answered, closing your eyes and trying to gather the last bits of self-control not to jump on him right then and there. Maybe it was the previously consumed alcohol, maybe it was just him.

The corner of Theo’s mouth turned up at the sound of your voice, still a bit breathless and, undoubtedly, needy. He placed a teasing, promising kiss under your ear, eliciting a quiet but sharp breath from you, and pulled away, sliding his hand down your body, from your waist to your hand. Your fingers intertwined, and before you knew it, you were getting all but dragged along the cobbled street.

"Theo," you whined, tugging at his arm to at least slow him down a notch. "My heels!" you said, raising your voice a bit when the guy didn’t stop at all, as if he hadn’t heard you.

Theo turned his head, following your downturned finger and noticing your high-heeled sandals.

"Ah, piccola mia," he cooed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. You didn’t know what he said, but in your mind, his amused smile couldn’t have meant anything bad. In a split of a second, you were picked up, bridal style, your body pressed to Theo’s chest, your legs helplessly dangling in the air. You let out a short, surprised squeal, which made Theo bite the inside of his cheek in order to suppress a loud, hearty laugh.

"That’s much better, hm?" he murmured, observing your widened eyes with a small but cheeky smile on his face and a quirked eyebrow.

You didn’t really have any time to answer – the question was rhetorical, anyway – as he started to walk down the street, his pace a bit faster now that you weren’t slowing him down. You decided not to question and instead, wrapped your arms around his neck. Although, as you had come to notice, his arms provided just enough of a safety net.

The lobby of the hotel had high ceilings, leather couches and air conditioning, which was a nice contrast against you flushed cheeks. Theo didn’t bother lowering you to the ground when you entered, so now you were hiding your embarrassed face in the crook of his neck while the receptionist was checking you in. His cologne was filling your lungs more and more with each passing second, so at some point you couldn’t hold back anymore and started placing soft kisses on Theo’s neck and jaw. You heard the incessant tapping of his fingers against the countertop increasing in frequency and grinned into his skin, realizing that your efforts weren’t in vain at all. His relieved exhale rang out along with the clink of the keys to your room for the night.

As soon as you stepped into the elevator, Theo pressed you against the wall, swiftly grabbing the backs of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips stole a sloppy kiss from yours before latching onto your neck and leaving a trail of saliva down to your collarbone. One of your hands ended up on his shoulder while the other one was eagerly pulling his head into your neck, craving for more of the pleasure his lips were giving you.

The high-pitched sound of the elevator arriving at your floor cut through your lust-filled haze, but Theo was far from willing to let you go even for a minute. He carried you into the corridor and looked around to spot the right number on the door. Thankfully, it wasn’t far. Theo’s pace was hurried, and his lips were stuck to your shoulder all the way, until you heard the key turning and the door opening, at last.

A sharp breath was knocked out of your lungs when Theo pressed you against the other side of door, hungrily swallowing the air coming out of you. His hands immediately went to your ass, firmly gripping the flesh over your skirt. You moaned into his mouth, already feeling the dampness between your legs starting to grow pretty rapidly. Theo smirked against your lips and sneaked a hand up your body, under your tank top. His palm pressed into your breast, his fingers closing around it and giving it a solid squeeze. His lips parted, and you whined in protest when instead of his tongue you suddenly felt just his hot, alcohol-induced breath. You desperately licked into his mouth while he panted, lost in the feeling of your tits and ass sitting so nicely in his hands.

"Cazzo, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.

At the feeling of Theo’s strong hands kneading your ass and tits simultaneously you started whimpering, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to move your hips against his, tightening your legs’ embrace around his waist.

"You’re a needy girl, huh?"

Theo pulled away ever so slightly, just enough to have a good look at his face. He chuckled, trapping his tongue between his teeth while his eyes flicked from yours down to your now swollen lips and back.

"Such a desperate, needy slut," he murmured, his hand leaving your breast and cupping your jaw, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks and making your lips form a pout. As a confirmation of his words, a whimper left your throat, and your pussy started pulsating against the front of his jeans. Your hips started grinding again, and you could barely hold in another round of pathetic sounds when you felt a hard bulge between your bodies.

"Fuck," Theo groaned, for a second feeling nothing but the delicious friction your rapid movements provided. He lowered you to the ground, pressing a quick, firm kiss against your lips before guiding you to the huge, king-sized bed. You didn’t protest; you didn’t want to, and your mind was too far gone at this point. As soon as your legs hit the edge of the bed, Theo didn’t let you fall onto it. Instead, he pressed his palms against your lower back and your stomach at the same time, bending you over in one swift movement – you barely had time to stretch out your arms to support yourself.

Theo took a step back, biting his lips as he took in the sight of you, bent over, a tight denim skirt hugging your curves, your ass high up in the air due to the high heels on your feet. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he came closer again, lifting up your skirt to pool around your waist. You breathing grew more erratic as you felt his hands on your ass, grabbing the cheeks and spreading them open. A sharp slap landing on your right asscheek was a surprise, eliciting half a squeal, half a moan from you; your arousal trickled out of your panties in one wet line, which made Theo almost ecstatic. He gave your ass another slap, relishing your moan as he kneeled behind you, your thighs receiving a smack each as a signal to spread further apart.

If he wasn’t gripping your hips at that moment, your legs would’ve given out right when his mouth was pressed against your soaked panties. A shaky whimper escaped your wide-open mouth, making Theo’s cock throb in the confines of his jeans. In other cases, he would’ve taken his time teasing you, getting his fix of your needy moans and the sweetness between your legs. However, right then he was still somewhat tipsy and painfully hard, which is why your panties were quickly moved aside and his tongue dived straight into your dripping folds. A groan made your skin pleasantly vibrate, and your moans never stopped since, only growing louder and more frequent.

Theo’s tongue lapped up the juices from your cunt, his hands firmly gripping the underside of your ass, his thumbs spreading your inner thighs by pressing into them hard enough to leave bruises. You couldn’t help it - you bent your arms and lowered yourself down to your elbows, because you felt like you’d start shaking at any given moment. And you did, as soon as Theo’s skillful lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and making each and every single nerve shoot lightning strikes of pleasure through your whole body. Your moans and whimpers grew into sobs as Theo continued greedily devouring your aching cunt. The moment he gave your ass another slap, you were done for. Without any type of warning, you came, your hands gripping the sheets so hard they could probably rip.

When Theo heard you getting lost in your orgasm, he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his own need painfully pulsating between his legs. He stood up, towering over your bent over and already spent form. You couldn’t even turn your head to see what he was doing, but you definitely heard the sound of a zipper being undone. You didn’t have time to dwell on that, as two of Theo’s fingers ended up inside your cunt almost immediately. Your whole body jerked forward, the pain of overstimulation mixing with the pleasure of his fingers stretching out your walls. The next sound was that of a wrapper being opened, and for a quick but very empty moment Theo’s digits left your hole. You whimpered in protest, pushing your ass back in search of friction, and you found it: the tip of Theo’s cock, wrapped up in a condom, slid along your folds up to your clenching and unclenching entrance.

"Cazzo," Theo breathed out, momentarily mesmerized by the sight in front of him. "Such a good girl f’me…" he continued murmuring as he rubbed his tip in circles against your entrance, making you squirm. His hand stopped your erratic movements, grabbing your hip to keep you in place. Once he was sure you weren’t moving anymore, that same hand landed on your asscheek, causing your body to jerk forward once again. "Such a dirty slut."

With one thrust he pushed into you, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. You let out a sharp, high-pitched scream, immediately flowing into a stuttering moan as you felt the tip of Theo’s cock hitting a sweet spot. He moaned along with you, his head thrown back as he savored the feeling of your warmth and heat squeezing his aching dick. Shameless groans left his mouth with each movement he started moving inside of you, his initially slow pace growing into deep, hard thrusts. You buried your face in the sheets, tugging at them with your hands, desperate for some kind of grounding in reality. Theo’s cock kept hitting different spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had, making your pussy drip even more and causing squelching sounds to waft through the room, along with skin loudly connecting with skin. Theo’s hands landed slaps on your ass from time to time, each squeal of yours following it causing him to groan louder.

Your second orgasm wasn’t far off from the first one – with an especially deep thrust, Theo’s cock hit something entirely uncharted inside of you, making your thighs shake and your cunt clench around him. He fucked you through your climax, barely holding on, until you finally stopped squirming so much. His hand was on the back of your neck in a second, lifting your upper body from the bed and pressing it against his firm chest.

"Feel so good, bella," he breathed into your ear, causing your completely overstimulated body to shiver. This reaction brought Theo closer to his own orgasm, and his thrusts became messier with each passing second. "Gonna come soon," he whispered, lightly squeezing your throat and circling the shell of your ear with the tip of his tongue. You whined pathetically, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your walls clenched around Theo once again.

That did it for him. With a low, raspy moan into your ear, he came, his grip on your hip and throat tightening. His twitching cock made your thighs purse together involuntarily, and your body finally went limp against his chest. Both of you stayed like that for another minute or so, stabilizing your staggered breathing. As soon as Theo felt you calming down, he carefully spun you around and lowered you onto the bed on your back.

"That was…" you breathed out, sinking into the softness of the mattress underneath you.

"Yeah," Theo followed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips when he heard you struggling for words.

You let out a breathless chuckle, propping yourself up on one arm and following Theo’s padding to the bathroom with your gaze. Once he disappeared inside for a moment, you threw yourself back onto the sheets, covering your eyes with your hands and shaking your head in disbelief.

"Me… A one-night stand in Italy…" you murmured under your breath, rubbing your temples with your fingers, as if trying to get a grasp of the situation.

"A one-night stand?"

Theo quirked an eyebrow, heading from the bathroom towards the bed, his jeans all done and zipped again. You gave him a questioning look of your own, wondering what that sly smile of his meant. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to you and, in response, turned the screen of his phone to you. You squinted, trying to see what he was trying to show you, and gave him a skeptical look when you did. He seemed puzzled for a moment before understanding washed over him – of course, how would you understand a text in Italian. He physically facepalmed and pulled the phone away, looking at the screen himself.

"It says that ‘due to inadequate weather conditions, all international flights have been postponed indefinitely," he read nonchalantly, the only thing betraying his inner workings being that same smile you saw earlier. He glanced at you, trying to gauge your reaction to the news and see if you were getting the hint.

You bit your bottom lip, furrowing your brows as you were processing the information. Then, your eyebrows went up, and you lifted your head, meeting his playful eyes with those of your own. As Theo crawled up your body, your fingers were already mindlessly tapping a message to your group chat with your friends.

[sweeterlovers]

VACATION STATE OF MIND / TOTO WOLFF

toto wolff x younger!reader / SMAU FIC

SUMMARY / a little vacation with toto and his younger girlfriend

WARNINGS / some comments about sugar daddies..? also let’s pretend the toto has an instagram :)

FACE CLAIM / none!

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yourusername summer break: day one ❤️ we are in italy for the a couple of days 🇮🇹🍝

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user1 cute!!

user23 ugh i’m jealous

user77 fr!!! need me a sugar daddy…..

user6 seriously, cause i’m this close to gettting one 🤏

user276 i know! yn needs to teach us her ways!

user9 LMFAOOO

user21113 🥰🥰🥰

lewishamilton have a good vacation ❤️👍

yourusername thank you lewis!!! hope you good summer break!!

user32 cutee!!

user4 the view is so pretty!

user2 ITALYYYY!!!!!!!!

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yourusername from italy to france 🇫🇷 🥖

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user5 so pretty!

user23 omg the first picture! the flowers 🌹☺️

user2007 i know!!! and he probably took the picture which makes it 10x better!!

user5 i didn’t even think of that 🤭🤭

carmenmmundt hope you guys are having fun!!

yourusername we are!! enjoy your break!

user7 the last picture is so pinterest coded!

user23 i know the ring with the fur coat and the birkin bag sitting there 🤭

user4 the dream!!!

user35 yn!!! you need to get toto on instagram!!!!!!!!! like right know! asap!!!!

yourusername i’ve been trying to!! i’ll ask him again, but i might need to teach him how to use it properly 😂

user5 you should get the mercedes admin to teach him!

user89 @/mercedesamgf1 get on it!

mercedesamgf1 hmmm 🤔 i’ll see what i can do….

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totowolff Hi, I made an Instagram account after many text messages from the @/mercedesamgf1 admin (and from my finance) I did it.

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yourusername yayy!! you did it!

totowolff You guys forced me to, this was not by choice.

yourusername 🙄🙄🙄

user66 OMG OMG OMG FINALLY

user77 EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU YN 🙏🙏🙏

user6 thank you yn!!!!

user57 doing gods work

user20 there is no way toto made this instagram…. 🤨

yourusername i did but he did write the caption!! so he did contribute!

user45 i figured he wrote the caption

yourusername although he did take the last photo and he takes most of the photos of me that i post!!

user3 cuteee!!!!

user44 hope you guys had a good vacation!!

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TEAM RADIO / SWEETERLOVERS - thank you for the request!!!! (i love toto wolff….. he is such a dilf) based on this ask

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headcanon

So you know how it's canon that Will listens to true crime podcasts?

What if that's how he finds out that Nico is from the 1940s?!

Like he's listening to the latest episode about 'the death of Maria di Angelo and the disappearance and supposed kidnapping of her missing children, Niccolò and Bianca di Angelo'.

And it's not all that strange for demigods to pop up in conspiracy blogs or podcasts - Percy had a four part series about him, and Will listened to the whole thing during a nightshift at the infirmary.

So yeah, Will starts listens to the di Angelo episode thinking nothing of it, maybe he's just hoping to have a laugh about what the mortals thought happened to Nico or maybe he's more than a little curious about Nico's mysterious past.

And the hosts, in crackling stereo voices because they desperately need a better mic, are talking about lightning striking the hotel, how "the storm popped up out of nowhere" and the "strange seismic activity reported in the area at the time"...and then the date drops...

The hosts say something along the lines of, "The di Angelo siblings were reported missing by their family back in Italy after no word had been received of their safe passage to America. The police report states they were last seen by an anonymous witness entering the Lotus Hotel & Casino with an unknown third party in December of 1942."

And Will's just sat there, gaping at the infirmary bed he'd been stripping of its sheets. Because everything is adding up now, and Will's not quite sure how he missed it...