Emily, my love, literally one of my best friends in Tumblr. My head won't function already because OF THAT PICTURES. Why do I feel that he kisses her/us(in fanfics) sweetly? Like he really wants to take his time and I-😩
ugh i KNOW BABE ITS INSANE the tenderness.
Maurizio HCs:
- he’s very soft with you, since you’re his little dove. doesn’t want to scare you away, so fragile.
- loves to cradle your cheeks in his large hands when you kiss. wants to savor the taste of you. presses kisses all around your face before even think of touching your lips.
- in public he is careful with intimacy, even though he’s divorced it seems like a risk given his position. on the streets he will let you hold onto his fingers, ring and pinkie, while you walk. loves it when you tug on him when you see something and want to show him.
- Maurizio kisses your forehead tenderly, when you’re waiting in line for food from a street vendor, at an art gallery, or out at the family villa. praises your soft hands and dainty knuckles with quick pecks if he can.
- in private, he’s much different.
- an animal almost, he holds the back of your neck, forcing you to bend back. his free hand skates down your figure to clutch to your waist.
- digging into your ribs, forcing you to gasp at his roughness, such a delicate little dove.
- plush lips tastings very inch of your flesh, starting from your lips. savoring your tongue, then licking a line down to your jaw. mouthing at the notch where it connects.
- my little dove is sensitive, you’re practically shaking and i’ve barely touched you.
- pours a glass of wine for you, whiskey for him. he sits back in a chair to admire your skin. each inch that’s revealed to him is a blessing, and he will kiss every inch.
- every. fucking. inch.
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I LOVE GUCCI CANT WAIT FOR HIS MURDER also my innocence kink popped out
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can we get something with ky or and ben forgetting about our date? 🥺 like they stood us up after meeting us in real life for the first time? 🥺💜💜💜
SOBBING 🥺😭
yes. i will anon. for YOU 😘
“Ma’am?”
You took a deep breath, trying to not lash out on the waitress. Your chin placed in your palm, elbow on your table, staring down at your phone. Not one message from Kylo today, not even a ‘happy anniversary my love’. Or a ‘I’m so lucky to have you.’.
“Is your companion still coming?”
“I guess not,” you sighed, fighting off the tears welling in your eyes. Anger, betrayal, hurt coursing through your veins, how dare he? How dare he not remember, or even check his phone today? You had told him last week there was a dinner reservation.
“I’m so sorry ma’am,” your waitress gave you a sad grimace, “I’ll have the valet bring your car around.”
“Thank you.”
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You say in the parking lot of the restaurant for thirty minutes. Maybe he would come in while you waited, because he didn’t forget you! But no, he never showed.
Promising yourself you wouldn’t cry, there was not use for them. No matter how many times you called Kylo, he didn’t answer. So, you were determined to show him how little you cared about him since his silence spoke volumes.
You stopped at a liquor store, grabbing some of your favorite vodka. Not like you didn’t have some at home, but the fresh wound required a fresh bottle.
In the elevator towards your penthouse you practiced calming breaths. You almost lost it in the parking lot, seeing Kylos Porsche right in his spot next to you. Thinking nothing of it when your car wasn’t there.
Poised over the doorknob, you steeled yourself for what was to come. Maybe he would be asleep, or doing work, or worse... maybe he had someone over.
Kylo hadn’t given you reason to doubt his fidelity before, always showering you with acts of love and devotion. Making sure you knew that he belonged to you, no one else.
But now...
“You’ve got this,” you whispered. Clutching your purse and vodka bottle to your chest, to stop yourself from charging at him. There would be zero benefit in making him mad, he would just fight with you until you were in tears and he punched something.
The door opened quickly, you slipped inside. Toeing your heels off next to his work shoes, so far so good. No unknown heels next to his, or different coats in the closet.
You padded past the kitchen and dining room, seeing the barest amount of life. Only a few lights were flicked on, evidence of him devouring whatever was in the Taco Bell bag on the counter. You rolled your eyes at it, he would’ve had real food if he checked his phone.
A loud slam spooked you, followed by Kylo yelling at something. His voice sounded slightly slurred, and his whiskey wasn’t on the fridge. “Great, he’s drunk,” you walked quietly towards the living room.
Unfortunately the sofa back was in direct view of the stairs, all you wanted to do was slink past him to go up and sob in the bathtub.
Thats it!
“Jesus christ,” Kylo boomed at the TV, “What kinda shit was that!”
You glanced at the screen, mistakenly voicing your groan of disappointment. It was an MMA fight, something he was too invested in. Kylos head snapped over to you, his face instantly irritated.
“Finally coming home?”
“Excuse me?”
He scoffed, taking a swig from his bottle, “I’m surprised you had the fucking nerve to come back here. After dinner with your lover.”
Your eyebrows shot to the roof, baffled by his anger towards you. He continued to glare at you, lips snarled up as he spat out more venom.
About how horrible you were to cheat on him.
How dare he think he could trust you?
After seven years together!
You had to look away, the tears no longer a threat but skimming down your cheeks.
Kylo scoffed at that, “Oh, what’s the matter? Cant handle being called out for being a fucking whore?”
With trembling lips and a wobbly chin, you trudged past him. Despite him continuing his assault, taking deep drinks between each bout. You padded up the stairs towards the bedroom. Ignoring him yelled at you to pack your shit.
Once the door was shut, you crumbled. Sobbing as loud as you could, no longer able to hold it in. Screaming through it as your body trembled with anger and deep depression. There was no stopping it, you let the tears flow as you ripped your gown off.
Twisting open the bottle and taking as big of a drink you could manage. Choking on it in your bout of sobbing, you sounded like a cat hacking up a furball.
Once you were naked, you went to the bathroom, vodka in hand. Crying harder when you saw your reflection. Face splotchy, stained it tears that ripped through your makeup. Your eyes were already puffed and blood shot, you were a wreck.
Your body went on auto pilot when filling the tub, throwing in bath bombs of soothing smells. Turning on the radio to some classical music, it seemed fitting for your hysterics.
Managing small sips between shuddered breaths, almost retching over the side when you took a wrong breath.
Apparently, during one of your coughing fits, darth tantrum decided to come upstairs. Throwing the bathroom door open with a scowl on his face, “What do you think you’re doing?”
You cried, bringing your knees to your chest so you could bury your face. Kylo didn’t like that, grabbing a handful of your hair to yank you up to face him. You screamed when he hoisted you to stand, bubbles and glitter dripping down your naked body.
“Why are you still in my fucking house,” he shook your head, “Huh?”
“Kylo...”
“You need to pick your shit up before I throw it off the balcony-“
“YOU MISSED OUR ANNIVERSARY DINNER!”
Kylo stopped, looking at you like you were speaking in tongues. Your voice was hoarse from tears, but you could accept anymore abuse, “I wasn’t-I wasn’t out with another man,” you gasped as his fist tightened.
“What?” he whispered, small and sharp.
“I called you,” you reached behind your head yanking Kylos hand from your hair, “I called and texted, to remind you that it was tonight. And you didn’t show up, you-you-you forgot about me!”
“I didn’t-,”
“Yes you did!”
Silence.
“I’ve tried to contact you all day, and you’ve ignored me. And I sat at our favorite restaurant where, by the way was our first DATE, for over an hour!”
He swallowed slowly, unable to look you in the eye. His face instead looking at the bubbles, you trudged on, determined to rub salt in his wounds.
“And then, I find you here. In our home, drunk enough to accuse me of cheating on you! Drunk enough to call me names and insults all without considering my feelings.”
“I-,”
“Why would I expect you to? Nothings ever about me, it’s always about Kylo. And if Kylo doesn’t know whats happening, then that means it’s my fault.”
“That’s not-,”
“Don’t even fucking try,” you stepped over the lip, snatching a towel to warm yourself. Kylo’s eyes followed you, looking from your toes to meet your puffed eyes.
He visible cringed at you, mouth popping open to defend himself but you refused.
“You know what,” you mumbled, “You fucking get out, go hang out with your friends or some other bullshit because what you did to me is unacceptable.”
Kylo followed you out of the bathroom, stumbling not only on his words but his body. “No-no love, I didn’t mean it! My phone hasn’t been working today I’m sorry, I know you didn’t cheat on me...”
“Enough.”
You lowered your head, taking a step back from his reaching hands to hold you. That wouldn’t work this time, you were done.
