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Exs and Ohs // Thomas Raggi

words: 1982

warnings: smut, slight degredation, terrible writing, some sir kink, dom Thomas

pairing: Thomas Raggi x gn!reader

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberry @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

authors note: so sorry if ive done any mistakes in tagging, i think there are some more people I had to add here but i dont have the energy now, I will fix it in the morning.

this is not my proudest work but it def works for ya horny bitches. (look out i might edit it and fix it up tomorrow so yeah)

summary:What happens when Reader’s ex shows up at a party and the two indulge in such deep conversation that they forget Thomas entirely?

The current predicament was never the plan for the night. Thomas and Y/N were simply supposed to go to the party, have a few drinks and then go back home, relax. But plans are just that, plans, and plans can be upturned.

Thomas was lying on the bed, head resting on his crossed arms behind him, feet hitting each other in anticipation as his lover was getting ready for the party. Y/N had decided to take a big nap that afternoon leading to them waking up later than they should to get ready for the party, so now, thirteen past eleven, and they were still at home.

“Amore, are you ready?”

“Yes. Just need to put on my shoes.”

Walking out to the bedroom, the tall Italian was flabbergasted at the sight of his lover - dressed so beautifully, looking as gorgeous as ever, making him feel as lucky as one can get. Sometimes he did not even know how to express that feeling but with pure sensuality. He’d always comment on their absolute ‘hotness’ before doing anything else, just like right now - “You are- oof, amore mio - you look smokin’ hot.” His eyes were full of that mischievousness he always held like treasure, teasing smirk on his face.

“Thomas, stop it! We have to go to a party!” That was indeed not something to ever brother the pair before.

“Not really a problem, if you think about it,” he laughed, pulling Y/N close, palms on their ass and moving to their back, before walking them outside and to the car.

It was all a funny fuzz; the jokes in the car, the slightly drunk people while they walked into the party. They were already enjoying themselves by the door. Looking around the pair finally spotted their shared friends with drinks in their hands engaging in conversation. “Y/N, Thomas!,” yelled Leo, “finally you showed up! Here, here, take this,” he said, ushering a drink to their hands, ones that neither knew what they were - possibly some cheap random cocktail, no complaining though. Everyone had no problem downing the alcohol in their cups, cheering and making jokes about it. It was moments like this that Thomas felt content, a feeling that would soon be ruined and replaced by anger - and lust!

Not much happened for a bit after that. Everyone was just having fun, up until the unexpected happened: Dan, Y/N’s ex boyfriend showed up. He certainly was someone Thomas hoped to never see again. He met him once, only once, when he and Y/N had just gotten together, they stumbled across him at a cafè, the break up was still fresh and his behavior was not very admirable.

“Dan!,” Y/N called, hugging him close, as if they were old friends, which they were, honestly, “it’s been a year since we spoke, how is-”

Thomas zoned out of the conversation, lips wrapped around the brim of his cup, sipping his drink away as his eyes focused on a random napkin on the table. He hoped, no, no, he wished, that Dan would go away soon, allowing him to finally enjoy his partner’s company, but that could not be further from what happened. The music changed, the time passed but Thomas was still glued to his partner's side, not that they noticed, he might as well have been on the other side of the world. Whenever he would avert his gaze to the side there was Y/N and Dan talking and giggling, way too close for comfort.

Currently, it was two fifty three am, the guitarist was on his fourth drink, pretty intoxicated, livid at the sight beside him. They needed to go home, now, and he would make sure there was no complaining about it.

“Puppy, I think it’s time you quit this masquerade so we can go home. You’ve messed up big time,” he whispered, lips leaving a few kisses on the side of their head - Y/N could feel their blood rushing, their face heating up all the way to their ears, feeling so small under the two men’s gazes.

The drive home was tense, so much tension, you could cut it with a knife. For most of it neither had something to say, or more likely, he had lots to say but everything would be expressed at a later time, when his fingers were dipped inside his lover, hand choking them to the point of tears. “The entire night,” he breathed out, “the entire night, you spend it with him.”

“Wha- I didn’t do that-”

“Oh but you did, amore. All touchy feely with him. Oh, Dan, how long has it been,” he mocked, “you’ve changed so much, love the new look. The only thing missing was you fucking him in front of me.” Thomas was fuming, voice trembling in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

It wasn’t long until they reached home. Opening the door to their shared home has never been more agonizing to Y/N. They knew what was going to happen and honestly they couldn’t wait. The whole ‘angry Thomas situation’ drove them crazy with arousal.

“Rules are simple,” spoke Thomas, having pretty much gone in dom mode for some time now, his lover having acknowledged their place for the night, “you will be loud or you are not cumming, you ask for permission to cum, if you don't… well let’s say you will not get what you want… for some time.”

Y/N shuddered under his gaze and his words, shivering at his silent order to undress. Taking off their clothes they were now only in underwear, Thomas enjoying the view in front of him, taking a seat on the couch - them having no patience to even go to the bedroom.

“Over my knee.” The instruction was simple yet promising, causing for a certain arousal to build up in their underwear, and, boy, could he see it. “So wet for me already, aren’t you? You want to get spanked don’t you, you slut? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” said Y/N, eyes on the floor close to them.

“Well, we’ll see how much you like it when I’m done with you.”

He started off slow and simple, a few rubs around their ass, some massaging and caressing their soft skin. Nothing much, just enough to build up their anticipation some more. It won’t be that bad, they thought. He moved rhythmically, calmly, painfully calmly, to the point they started feeling relaxed. Oh, but what a mistake. As their breathing got a slow rhythm Thomas striked with a rough spank. Y/N nearly screamed, the unexpected sensation taking them off guard, heart racing at the rush.

“You should have known amore,” said Thomas, repeating his actions, landing some spanks, some rougher than the others. Y/N’s skin has started taking a rosy tint already, so red and sore, he couldn’t stop looking. He caressed their skin a bit more again before pulling their underwear to the side pushing one of his fingers in, slowly again, emitting a deep moan from his lover. Soon, one finger became two but the pace remained the same; after all this was a punishment.

He did not stop his actions for some time, alternating between caressing their practically bare ass and fingering their dripping pussy. “Sir- oh- go faster please,” they’d beg, but Thomas would entirely ignore their words.

“Count the next spanks for me,” he ordered, Y/N doing as told, taking the spanking like a good puppy and doing as told, counting every spank, rough or not. By the end of it their ass was aggressively red, tears forming in their eyes from the pain and pleasure.

“Such a good puppet for me, doing as told. Did he have the same effect on you amore? Could he make you feel like I do?”

“No, sir,” they responded, all fucked out already but clearly this was just the beginning. Thomas moved his lover from his lap, pushing them down on their knees in front of him, making quick move of his zipper and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. At the sight of his hard on Y/N was practically salivating, so eager to suck his cock.

“Do it,” he commanded, “go ahead and blow me, puppy, I know you want to,” he said.

Y/N wasted no time, grabbing his cock in their palms and grabbing him, jerking him off a few times before beginning to do as told. Lips wrapped around his tip, sucking deliciously before taking his cock deeper, and back to the same pattern. They’d lick a thick strip from the base of his cock to the tip then going up and down on the side, giving some special love to that one specific vein. Thomas would moan in pleasure, throwing his head back in the process. They’d bob their head over and over, his hands to the back of their head, sometimes pushing them down in order to deepthroat him a bit.

“Cazzo, cucciolo, sei bravo - ah,” he groaned, eyes shut closed in pleasure. “Did his dick fill your warm little mouth like mine does? Huh? Tell me, you slut!”

“No, sir.” So timid, so submissive under his gaze - and practically his dick.

“I’m so close, amore. Now, you will take all of my cum like the good puppet you are.” There was no response to that but it was clear that they were not in a place to disagree. With a few more pumps and a few more bobs of their head, the man finally came in their mouth.

“Such a sweet baby, for me. You took all of it like a good slut, bravo amore,” he praised, fingers squeezing their face lightly.

With that he moved Y/N to the bed, their underwear long gone, allowing their pussy to be exposed to the guitarist's mercy, or lack thereof. The man moved closer to the edge of the bed, knees on it, palms spreading Y/N’s legs open widely.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “look at that dripping pussy, all for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was not hesitant even for a second, attaching his lips to their clit, licking and sucking, pushing his tongue in them, tasting their divine taste. He only had one question in his mind, hearing their moans, seeing them wiggle under his lips: “Did he ever make you feel this good? Did that excuse of an ex ever make you shiver in pleasure like this,” he asked in between eating, “he ever made you that loud?”

Y/N was unable to respond, once again. Eyes rolled to the back, putting so much effort to not release all over his face. They were practically screaming at that point, unable to form sentences.

“You know, amore, if you want to cum, all you have to do is aske,” he said, moving away from them completely, causing some whines to come out their lips.

“Thomas-”

“Eh, eh, eh! That’s not what you call me in here.”

“S-sir. Please, sir, I need to cum - ah - so badly, please,” they begged, causing Thomas to smirk, pulling a dildo the pair had bought a while ago out of the drawer. Y/N’s eyes went wide. They had not seen it in a while, and they had an idea what he’d do. “Sir, no, I-I want your cock, not that one,” they whined but Thomas did not badge.

“Who said you’re not taking both?”

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Exs and Ohs // Thomas Raggi

words: 1982

warnings: smut, slight degredation, terrible writing, some sir kink, dom Thomas

pairing: Thomas Raggi x gn!reader

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberry @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

authors note: so sorry if ive done any mistakes in tagging, i think there are some more people I had to add here but i dont have the energy now, I will fix it in the morning.

this is not my proudest work but it def works for ya horny bitches. (look out i might edit it and fix it up tomorrow so yeah)

summary:What happens when Reader’s ex shows up at a party and the two indulge in such deep conversation that they forget Thomas entirely?

The current predicament was never the plan for the night. Thomas and Y/N were simply supposed to go to the party, have a few drinks and then go back home, relax. But plans are just that, plans, and plans can be upturned.

Thomas was lying on the bed, head resting on his crossed arms behind him, feet hitting each other in anticipation as his lover was getting ready for the party. Y/N had decided to take a big nap that afternoon leading to them waking up later than they should to get ready for the party, so now, thirteen past eleven, and they were still at home.

“Amore, are you ready?”

“Yes. Just need to put on my shoes.”

Walking out to the bedroom, the tall Italian was flabbergasted at the sight of his lover - dressed so beautifully, looking as gorgeous as ever, making him feel as lucky as one can get. Sometimes he did not even know how to express that feeling but with pure sensuality. He’d always comment on their absolute ‘hotness’ before doing anything else, just like right now - “You are- oof, amore mio - you look smokin’ hot.” His eyes were full of that mischievousness he always held like treasure, teasing smirk on his face.

“Thomas, stop it! We have to go to a party!” That was indeed not something to ever brother the pair before.

“Not really a problem, if you think about it,” he laughed, pulling Y/N close, palms on their ass and moving to their back, before walking them outside and to the car.

It was all a funny fuzz; the jokes in the car, the slightly drunk people while they walked into the party. They were already enjoying themselves by the door. Looking around the pair finally spotted their shared friends with drinks in their hands engaging in conversation. “Y/N, Thomas!,” yelled Leo, “finally you showed up! Here, here, take this,” he said, ushering a drink to their hands, ones that neither knew what they were - possibly some cheap random cocktail, no complaining though. Everyone had no problem downing the alcohol in their cups, cheering and making jokes about it. It was moments like this that Thomas felt content, a feeling that would soon be ruined and replaced by anger - and lust!

Not much happened for a bit after that. Everyone was just having fun, up until the unexpected happened: Dan, Y/N’s ex boyfriend showed up. He certainly was someone Thomas hoped to never see again. He met him once, only once, when he and Y/N had just gotten together, they stumbled across him at a cafè, the break up was still fresh and his behavior was not very admirable.

“Dan!,” Y/N called, hugging him close, as if they were old friends, which they were, honestly, “it’s been a year since we spoke, how is-”

Thomas zoned out of the conversation, lips wrapped around the brim of his cup, sipping his drink away as his eyes focused on a random napkin on the table. He hoped, no, no, he wished, that Dan would go away soon, allowing him to finally enjoy his partner’s company, but that could not be further from what happened. The music changed, the time passed but Thomas was still glued to his partner's side, not that they noticed, he might as well have been on the other side of the world. Whenever he would avert his gaze to the side there was Y/N and Dan talking and giggling, way too close for comfort.

Currently, it was two fifty three am, the guitarist was on his fourth drink, pretty intoxicated, livid at the sight beside him. They needed to go home, now, and he would make sure there was no complaining about it.

“Puppy, I think it’s time you quit this masquerade so we can go home. You’ve messed up big time,” he whispered, lips leaving a few kisses on the side of their head - Y/N could feel their blood rushing, their face heating up all the way to their ears, feeling so small under the two men’s gazes.

The drive home was tense, so much tension, you could cut it with a knife. For most of it neither had something to say, or more likely, he had lots to say but everything would be expressed at a later time, when his fingers were dipped inside his lover, hand choking them to the point of tears. “The entire night,” he breathed out, “the entire night, you spend it with him.”

“Wha- I didn’t do that-”

“Oh but you did, amore. All touchy feely with him. Oh, Dan, how long has it been,” he mocked, “you’ve changed so much, love the new look. The only thing missing was you fucking him in front of me.” Thomas was fuming, voice trembling in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

It wasn’t long until they reached home. Opening the door to their shared home has never been more agonizing to Y/N. They knew what was going to happen and honestly they couldn’t wait. The whole ‘angry Thomas situation’ drove them crazy with arousal.

“Rules are simple,” spoke Thomas, having pretty much gone in dom mode for some time now, his lover having acknowledged their place for the night, “you will be loud or you are not cumming, you ask for permission to cum, if you don't… well let’s say you will not get what you want… for some time.”

Y/N shuddered under his gaze and his words, shivering at his silent order to undress. Taking off their clothes they were now only in underwear, Thomas enjoying the view in front of him, taking a seat on the couch - them having no patience to even go to the bedroom.

“Over my knee.” The instruction was simple yet promising, causing for a certain arousal to build up in their underwear, and, boy, could he see it. “So wet for me already, aren’t you? You want to get spanked don’t you, you slut? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” said Y/N, eyes on the floor close to them.

“Well, we’ll see how much you like it when I’m done with you.”

He started off slow and simple, a few rubs around their ass, some massaging and caressing their soft skin. Nothing much, just enough to build up their anticipation some more. It won’t be that bad, they thought. He moved rhythmically, calmly, painfully calmly, to the point they started feeling relaxed. Oh, but what a mistake. As their breathing got a slow rhythm Thomas striked with a rough spank. Y/N nearly screamed, the unexpected sensation taking them off guard, heart racing at the rush.

“You should have known amore,” said Thomas, repeating his actions, landing some spanks, some rougher than the others. Y/N’s skin has started taking a rosy tint already, so red and sore, he couldn’t stop looking. He caressed their skin a bit more again before pulling their underwear to the side pushing one of his fingers in, slowly again, emitting a deep moan from his lover. Soon, one finger became two but the pace remained the same; after all this was a punishment.

He did not stop his actions for some time, alternating between caressing their practically bare ass and fingering their dripping pussy. “Sir- oh- go faster please,” they’d beg, but Thomas would entirely ignore their words.

“Count the next spanks for me,” he ordered, Y/N doing as told, taking the spanking like a good puppy and doing as told, counting every spank, rough or not. By the end of it their ass was aggressively red, tears forming in their eyes from the pain and pleasure.

“Such a good puppet for me, doing as told. Did he have the same effect on you amore? Could he make you feel like I do?”

“No, sir,” they responded, all fucked out already but clearly this was just the beginning. Thomas moved his lover from his lap, pushing them down on their knees in front of him, making quick move of his zipper and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. At the sight of his hard on Y/N was practically salivating, so eager to suck his cock.

“Do it,” he commanded, “go ahead and blow me, puppy, I know you want to,” he said.

Y/N wasted no time, grabbing his cock in their palms and grabbing him, jerking him off a few times before beginning to do as told. Lips wrapped around his tip, sucking deliciously before taking his cock deeper, and back to the same pattern. They’d lick a thick strip from the base of his cock to the tip then going up and down on the side, giving some special love to that one specific vein. Thomas would moan in pleasure, throwing his head back in the process. They’d bob their head over and over, his hands to the back of their head, sometimes pushing them down in order to deepthroat him a bit.

“Cazzo, cucciolo, sei bravo - ah,” he groaned, eyes shut closed in pleasure. “Did his dick fill your warm little mouth like mine does? Huh? Tell me, you slut!”

“No, sir.” So timid, so submissive under his gaze - and practically his dick.

“I’m so close, amore. Now, you will take all of my cum like the good puppet you are.” There was no response to that but it was clear that they were not in a place to disagree. With a few more pumps and a few more bobs of their head, the man finally came in their mouth.

“Such a sweet baby, for me. You took all of it like a good slut, bravo amore,” he praised, fingers squeezing their face lightly.

With that he moved Y/N to the bed, their underwear long gone, allowing their pussy to be exposed to the guitarist's mercy, or lack thereof. The man moved closer to the edge of the bed, knees on it, palms spreading Y/N’s legs open widely.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “look at that dripping pussy, all for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He was not hesitant even for a second, attaching his lips to their clit, licking and sucking, pushing his tongue in them, tasting their divine taste. He only had one question in his mind, hearing their moans, seeing them wiggle under his lips: “Did he ever make you feel this good? Did that excuse of an ex ever make you shiver in pleasure like this,” he asked in between eating, “he ever made you that loud?”

Y/N was unable to respond, once again. Eyes rolled to the back, putting so much effort to not release all over his face. They were practically screaming at that point, unable to form sentences.

“You know, amore, if you want to cum, all you have to do is aske,” he said, moving away from them completely, causing some whines to come out their lips.

“Thomas-”

“Eh, eh, eh! That’s not what you call me in here.”

“S-sir. Please, sir, I need to cum - ah - so badly, please,” they begged, causing Thomas to smirk, pulling a dildo the pair had bought a while ago out of the drawer. Y/N’s eyes went wide. They had not seen it in a while, and they had an idea what he’d do. “Sir, no, I-I want your cock, not that one,” they whined but Thomas did not badge.

“Who said you’re not taking both?”

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ok, ive finished the smut, but because i have no energy to edit it right now, I will edit in the morning and post it when i'm done 💖

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im sorryyyyyyy 🥺😂

Never Ending // Damiano David

words // around 1400

warnings // angst and it's not proofread very well

pairing // Damiano x GN!Reader, and some EthanxDamiano Bromance

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. FINALLY I POSTED AGAIN OMG!!!!!

request // yes but II could not find the exact one so this is out of memory

summary // Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it’s not.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberrycollection @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

It was almost a mutual decision for them to break up. Almost.

The last few months of the relationship had been painful on both of them, but while Damiano was still hopeful that things would look up soon, Y/N was finding it difficult to hold on. The distance and friction had weighed down on his lover significantly, making it hard to get up in the morning, making it a struggle to ever go back home, knowing that the most probable scenario was fighting and sleeping on different sides of the bed. Y/N could not take it anymore, something had to be done.

That night was fateful for the pair. Damiano could still recall all the crying, from both sides, and the yelling, the pleads, oh the pleads! For the first time in his life, the man was pleading, practically on his knees, for some more time. He was persuaded that if they gave it a bit more time it would work out, it always did. He asked time and time again for his love to give them another chance, but, after hearing their struggle and the pain in their voice, he could not deny that the relationship was making his person whither in front of his eyes; and he couldn’t put the person he loves most through so much pain because he did not have the strength to let go, because he was being selfish.

Since the break up Damiano got isolated, struggling to get out of bed, only ever writing lyrics and throwing them away. Sometimes he would cry, but mostly he would smoke. That was his routine for days. His friends had gotten worried, trying to call him and pull him out of that damned room but it did not seem possible. Nothing would work, no food, no drinks, no parties were tempting enough to get him outside. Ethan, being the one to see Damiano most often, could not stand seeing this unfold in front of his eyes and do nothing.

“Damiano!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the apartment, catching Damiano’s attention.

“No,” he called back, his face deep in the pillow, “get out.”

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. Both the man that was currently drowning his emotions in the soft pillow of his bed - oh and how it smelled like them, but also his very own friends. Ethan could feel his heart sink every time he visited.

He had begun doing that since the first few days of the break up. Damiano had rushed to Ethan first, crashing in his couch, sobbing in his friends arms. Seeing the frontman self distract day by day worried him and he simply had to do something before he lost his friend in this mess.

“I’m going nowhere, Dami. Not without you. Get up, we have places to go to. Dress nice.” The determination in his voice and the look he gave the lying man left no place for argument. The singer had to get up, and he had to dress nice.

Thus, he did just that, and in all honesty he enjoyed it. The cool water on his face when he finally washed it after days, or the warm water on his body as he showered - he could feel the knots in his back resolving, calming down the physical pain his heartbreak brought. He felt nicer when he shaved his face, being able to smell his own cologne and aftershave made him feel a bit relaxed. Finally getting into some fresh clothes was possibly the best feeling out of all, like the cherry on top.

He never learned where they were going, until they were already there, and that was possibly the last place he wanted to be in. A party was the last thing he needed, but now it was too late. “Ethan-”

“No, Damiano! Enough! I let you grieve this relationship for far too long. You can not be doing this any more. You have to let go.”

No words, no breath. Nothing could come out of Damiano’s lips but a sigh of defeat. Ethan was right, and both of the men knew it - hell, everyone that saw him knew that.

Inside the house the music was deafening, some random radio pop song was blasted through some surprisingly big speakers, the alcohol was plenty - almost never ending, and the snacks seemed to be greatly appreciated. For the first time in a while, Damiano thought he had a chance to let them go. Alas, fate was not on his side tonight. Within his vicinity was the one person he could not face; Y/N. They were wearing that outfit he loved, the one that made him look at them with googly eyes. They looked beautiful, like a nymph, all dressed up in magic.

The day dream was cut short as Leo approached the two men. Small talk ensued, but nothing too much, he could tolerate that. Mindless things, words about drinks, it was all alright. Until Leo spoke for the last time, “it must be hard that Y/N’s here, man. Sorry for that. I didn’t know. I should have ne-”

“Leo, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known, and I am fine.” His lips said that, but he was now not sure he meant it, while sitting on one of the houses balcony, cigarette in one hand and the ring in the other, the only place where he could take his mind off. So many thoughts went through his head. There was the sadness and the anger. Things were just about to be better, he was planning on making it better. He had already bought an engage-

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” The door took him out of his thoughts, just now making him realise he had tears in his eyes. Quickly he dried them while hidding away the ring, turning around to see the face behind the voice.

“It’s ok- Y/N?”

“Da-damiano? Uhm, hi. Sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no! Sit! It’s ok. I know parties can get you overwhelmed… It’s ok.”

Neither of the two knew what to say for a second, they only embraced the silence that fell, as if nothing changed, as if they were still together and enjoying each other’s company with no words needed. Damiano was in the corner of the small balcony, leaning on the bars and looking at the restrained view he could get from the house, the cigarette lit up in his hand as he took puffs from it. He was dying inside just like that, his fingers were grazing the ring in his pocket. He could not get rid of it, he could not move without the only good reminder of what he used to have. It was bittersweet; pain and comfort in one little piece of metal and a stone.

Y/N on the other hand was standing by the balcony door, leaning on the sides of it. They were looking at the city lights, moving or not, but it did not calm their mind, that was running with no break. It was all thoughts of the man sitting not even two meters away. It would be a big lie to say that they did not think about him often since the break up - if anything they thought of him more now, regretting every word that came out that night.

Before either of the two could register what was happening Y/N had started crying, silently at first, but the more thoughts they got, the more their body responded with sobs. The sound was heart-shattering, almost like knives, painful enough to make Damiano scared to turn around.

“I should have never done that,” they mumbled, “I-I… I should have never broken up with you, Damiano. Oh god- I haven’t stopped thinking of that-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” the man whispered, quick to move to his feet and embrace his former lover. Oh how he missed this feeling. “I’ve got you,” he continued.

The next few minutes were spent like that: the two embracing each other, Y/N sobbing in the arms of the man they so much desired, incohorable sorrys and such escaping their lips. Damiano would say nothing but quietly shush them, stroking their back softly, until they finally quieted down. His cigarette was long forgotten on the ashtray, all of him being focused on Y/N.

“I am sorry, Damiano… I- I hurt you. A lot.”

“It’s ok-”

“No it’s not! You were doing your best to keep this relationship alive, and I? Well, I gave up," they huffed, arms wrapped around themselves as shivers run down their spine from the current emotions.

“You were in pain, my love. You were struggling. It’s understandable. It’s ok."

"You can love me again? After all that" Y/N asked, almost shocked at the possibility of a positive answer.

"Who said I ever stopped?"

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should i be proud or guilty tho 😂💖

Never Ending // Damiano David

words // around 1400

warnings // angst and it's not proofread very well

pairing // Damiano x GN!Reader, and some EthanxDamiano Bromance

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. FINALLY I POSTED AGAIN OMG!!!!!

request // yes but II could not find the exact one so this is out of memory

summary // Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it’s not.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberrycollection @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

It was almost a mutual decision for them to break up. Almost.

The last few months of the relationship had been painful on both of them, but while Damiano was still hopeful that things would look up soon, Y/N was finding it difficult to hold on. The distance and friction had weighed down on his lover significantly, making it hard to get up in the morning, making it a struggle to ever go back home, knowing that the most probable scenario was fighting and sleeping on different sides of the bed. Y/N could not take it anymore, something had to be done.

That night was fateful for the pair. Damiano could still recall all the crying, from both sides, and the yelling, the pleads, oh the pleads! For the first time in his life, the man was pleading, practically on his knees, for some more time. He was persuaded that if they gave it a bit more time it would work out, it always did. He asked time and time again for his love to give them another chance, but, after hearing their struggle and the pain in their voice, he could not deny that the relationship was making his person whither in front of his eyes; and he couldn’t put the person he loves most through so much pain because he did not have the strength to let go, because he was being selfish.

Since the break up Damiano got isolated, struggling to get out of bed, only ever writing lyrics and throwing them away. Sometimes he would cry, but mostly he would smoke. That was his routine for days. His friends had gotten worried, trying to call him and pull him out of that damned room but it did not seem possible. Nothing would work, no food, no drinks, no parties were tempting enough to get him outside. Ethan, being the one to see Damiano most often, could not stand seeing this unfold in front of his eyes and do nothing.

“Damiano!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the apartment, catching Damiano’s attention.

“No,” he called back, his face deep in the pillow, “get out.”

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. Both the man that was currently drowning his emotions in the soft pillow of his bed - oh and how it smelled like them, but also his very own friends. Ethan could feel his heart sink every time he visited.

He had begun doing that since the first few days of the break up. Damiano had rushed to Ethan first, crashing in his couch, sobbing in his friends arms. Seeing the frontman self distract day by day worried him and he simply had to do something before he lost his friend in this mess.

“I’m going nowhere, Dami. Not without you. Get up, we have places to go to. Dress nice.” The determination in his voice and the look he gave the lying man left no place for argument. The singer had to get up, and he had to dress nice.

Thus, he did just that, and in all honesty he enjoyed it. The cool water on his face when he finally washed it after days, or the warm water on his body as he showered - he could feel the knots in his back resolving, calming down the physical pain his heartbreak brought. He felt nicer when he shaved his face, being able to smell his own cologne and aftershave made him feel a bit relaxed. Finally getting into some fresh clothes was possibly the best feeling out of all, like the cherry on top.

He never learned where they were going, until they were already there, and that was possibly the last place he wanted to be in. A party was the last thing he needed, but now it was too late. “Ethan-”

“No, Damiano! Enough! I let you grieve this relationship for far too long. You can not be doing this any more. You have to let go.”

No words, no breath. Nothing could come out of Damiano’s lips but a sigh of defeat. Ethan was right, and both of the men knew it - hell, everyone that saw him knew that.

Inside the house the music was deafening, some random radio pop song was blasted through some surprisingly big speakers, the alcohol was plenty - almost never ending, and the snacks seemed to be greatly appreciated. For the first time in a while, Damiano thought he had a chance to let them go. Alas, fate was not on his side tonight. Within his vicinity was the one person he could not face; Y/N. They were wearing that outfit he loved, the one that made him look at them with googly eyes. They looked beautiful, like a nymph, all dressed up in magic.

The day dream was cut short as Leo approached the two men. Small talk ensued, but nothing too much, he could tolerate that. Mindless things, words about drinks, it was all alright. Until Leo spoke for the last time, “it must be hard that Y/N’s here, man. Sorry for that. I didn’t know. I should have ne-”

“Leo, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known, and I am fine.” His lips said that, but he was now not sure he meant it, while sitting on one of the houses balcony, cigarette in one hand and the ring in the other, the only place where he could take his mind off. So many thoughts went through his head. There was the sadness and the anger. Things were just about to be better, he was planning on making it better. He had already bought an engage-

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” The door took him out of his thoughts, just now making him realise he had tears in his eyes. Quickly he dried them while hidding away the ring, turning around to see the face behind the voice.

“It’s ok- Y/N?”

“Da-damiano? Uhm, hi. Sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no! Sit! It’s ok. I know parties can get you overwhelmed… It’s ok.”

Neither of the two knew what to say for a second, they only embraced the silence that fell, as if nothing changed, as if they were still together and enjoying each other’s company with no words needed. Damiano was in the corner of the small balcony, leaning on the bars and looking at the restrained view he could get from the house, the cigarette lit up in his hand as he took puffs from it. He was dying inside just like that, his fingers were grazing the ring in his pocket. He could not get rid of it, he could not move without the only good reminder of what he used to have. It was bittersweet; pain and comfort in one little piece of metal and a stone.

Y/N on the other hand was standing by the balcony door, leaning on the sides of it. They were looking at the city lights, moving or not, but it did not calm their mind, that was running with no break. It was all thoughts of the man sitting not even two meters away. It would be a big lie to say that they did not think about him often since the break up - if anything they thought of him more now, regretting every word that came out that night.

Before either of the two could register what was happening Y/N had started crying, silently at first, but the more thoughts they got, the more their body responded with sobs. The sound was heart-shattering, almost like knives, painful enough to make Damiano scared to turn around.

“I should have never done that,” they mumbled, “I-I… I should have never broken up with you, Damiano. Oh god- I haven’t stopped thinking of that-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” the man whispered, quick to move to his feet and embrace his former lover. Oh how he missed this feeling. “I’ve got you,” he continued.

The next few minutes were spent like that: the two embracing each other, Y/N sobbing in the arms of the man they so much desired, incohorable sorrys and such escaping their lips. Damiano would say nothing but quietly shush them, stroking their back softly, until they finally quieted down. His cigarette was long forgotten on the ashtray, all of him being focused on Y/N.

“I am sorry, Damiano… I- I hurt you. A lot.”

“It’s ok-”

“No it’s not! You were doing your best to keep this relationship alive, and I? Well, I gave up," they huffed, arms wrapped around themselves as shivers run down their spine from the current emotions.

“You were in pain, my love. You were struggling. It’s understandable. It’s ok."

"You can love me again? After all that" Y/N asked, almost shocked at the possibility of a positive answer.

"Who said I ever stopped?"

[its-me-im-coraline]

not a bad idea but I have to think how to continue it 😂💖

Never Ending // Damiano David

words // around 1400

warnings // angst and it's not proofread very well

pairing // Damiano x GN!Reader, and some EthanxDamiano Bromance

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. FINALLY I POSTED AGAIN OMG!!!!!

request // yes but II could not find the exact one so this is out of memory

summary // Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it’s not.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberrycollection @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

It was almost a mutual decision for them to break up. Almost.

The last few months of the relationship had been painful on both of them, but while Damiano was still hopeful that things would look up soon, Y/N was finding it difficult to hold on. The distance and friction had weighed down on his lover significantly, making it hard to get up in the morning, making it a struggle to ever go back home, knowing that the most probable scenario was fighting and sleeping on different sides of the bed. Y/N could not take it anymore, something had to be done.

That night was fateful for the pair. Damiano could still recall all the crying, from both sides, and the yelling, the pleads, oh the pleads! For the first time in his life, the man was pleading, practically on his knees, for some more time. He was persuaded that if they gave it a bit more time it would work out, it always did. He asked time and time again for his love to give them another chance, but, after hearing their struggle and the pain in their voice, he could not deny that the relationship was making his person whither in front of his eyes; and he couldn’t put the person he loves most through so much pain because he did not have the strength to let go, because he was being selfish.

Since the break up Damiano got isolated, struggling to get out of bed, only ever writing lyrics and throwing them away. Sometimes he would cry, but mostly he would smoke. That was his routine for days. His friends had gotten worried, trying to call him and pull him out of that damned room but it did not seem possible. Nothing would work, no food, no drinks, no parties were tempting enough to get him outside. Ethan, being the one to see Damiano most often, could not stand seeing this unfold in front of his eyes and do nothing.

“Damiano!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the apartment, catching Damiano’s attention.

“No,” he called back, his face deep in the pillow, “get out.”

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. Both the man that was currently drowning his emotions in the soft pillow of his bed - oh and how it smelled like them, but also his very own friends. Ethan could feel his heart sink every time he visited.

He had begun doing that since the first few days of the break up. Damiano had rushed to Ethan first, crashing in his couch, sobbing in his friends arms. Seeing the frontman self distract day by day worried him and he simply had to do something before he lost his friend in this mess.

“I’m going nowhere, Dami. Not without you. Get up, we have places to go to. Dress nice.” The determination in his voice and the look he gave the lying man left no place for argument. The singer had to get up, and he had to dress nice.

Thus, he did just that, and in all honesty he enjoyed it. The cool water on his face when he finally washed it after days, or the warm water on his body as he showered - he could feel the knots in his back resolving, calming down the physical pain his heartbreak brought. He felt nicer when he shaved his face, being able to smell his own cologne and aftershave made him feel a bit relaxed. Finally getting into some fresh clothes was possibly the best feeling out of all, like the cherry on top.

He never learned where they were going, until they were already there, and that was possibly the last place he wanted to be in. A party was the last thing he needed, but now it was too late. “Ethan-”

“No, Damiano! Enough! I let you grieve this relationship for far too long. You can not be doing this any more. You have to let go.”

No words, no breath. Nothing could come out of Damiano’s lips but a sigh of defeat. Ethan was right, and both of the men knew it - hell, everyone that saw him knew that.

Inside the house the music was deafening, some random radio pop song was blasted through some surprisingly big speakers, the alcohol was plenty - almost never ending, and the snacks seemed to be greatly appreciated. For the first time in a while, Damiano thought he had a chance to let them go. Alas, fate was not on his side tonight. Within his vicinity was the one person he could not face; Y/N. They were wearing that outfit he loved, the one that made him look at them with googly eyes. They looked beautiful, like a nymph, all dressed up in magic.

The day dream was cut short as Leo approached the two men. Small talk ensued, but nothing too much, he could tolerate that. Mindless things, words about drinks, it was all alright. Until Leo spoke for the last time, “it must be hard that Y/N’s here, man. Sorry for that. I didn’t know. I should have ne-”

“Leo, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known, and I am fine.” His lips said that, but he was now not sure he meant it, while sitting on one of the houses balcony, cigarette in one hand and the ring in the other, the only place where he could take his mind off. So many thoughts went through his head. There was the sadness and the anger. Things were just about to be better, he was planning on making it better. He had already bought an engage-

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” The door took him out of his thoughts, just now making him realise he had tears in his eyes. Quickly he dried them while hidding away the ring, turning around to see the face behind the voice.

“It’s ok- Y/N?”

“Da-damiano? Uhm, hi. Sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no! Sit! It’s ok. I know parties can get you overwhelmed… It’s ok.”

Neither of the two knew what to say for a second, they only embraced the silence that fell, as if nothing changed, as if they were still together and enjoying each other’s company with no words needed. Damiano was in the corner of the small balcony, leaning on the bars and looking at the restrained view he could get from the house, the cigarette lit up in his hand as he took puffs from it. He was dying inside just like that, his fingers were grazing the ring in his pocket. He could not get rid of it, he could not move without the only good reminder of what he used to have. It was bittersweet; pain and comfort in one little piece of metal and a stone.

Y/N on the other hand was standing by the balcony door, leaning on the sides of it. They were looking at the city lights, moving or not, but it did not calm their mind, that was running with no break. It was all thoughts of the man sitting not even two meters away. It would be a big lie to say that they did not think about him often since the break up - if anything they thought of him more now, regretting every word that came out that night.

Before either of the two could register what was happening Y/N had started crying, silently at first, but the more thoughts they got, the more their body responded with sobs. The sound was heart-shattering, almost like knives, painful enough to make Damiano scared to turn around.

“I should have never done that,” they mumbled, “I-I… I should have never broken up with you, Damiano. Oh god- I haven’t stopped thinking of that-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” the man whispered, quick to move to his feet and embrace his former lover. Oh how he missed this feeling. “I’ve got you,” he continued.

The next few minutes were spent like that: the two embracing each other, Y/N sobbing in the arms of the man they so much desired, incohorable sorrys and such escaping their lips. Damiano would say nothing but quietly shush them, stroking their back softly, until they finally quieted down. His cigarette was long forgotten on the ashtray, all of him being focused on Y/N.

“I am sorry, Damiano… I- I hurt you. A lot.”

“It’s ok-”

“No it’s not! You were doing your best to keep this relationship alive, and I? Well, I gave up," they huffed, arms wrapped around themselves as shivers run down their spine from the current emotions.

“You were in pain, my love. You were struggling. It’s understandable. It’s ok."

"You can love me again? After all that" Y/N asked, almost shocked at the possibility of a positive answer.

"Who said I ever stopped?"

[its-me-im-coraline]

Never Ending // Damiano David

words // around 1400

warnings // angst and it's not proofread very well

pairing // Damiano x GN!Reader, and some EthanxDamiano Bromance

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. FINALLY I POSTED AGAIN OMG!!!!!

request // yes but II could not find the exact one so this is out of memory

summary // Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it’s not.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberrycollection @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

It was almost a mutual decision for them to break up. Almost.

The last few months of the relationship had been painful on both of them, but while Damiano was still hopeful that things would look up soon, Y/N was finding it difficult to hold on. The distance and friction had weighed down on his lover significantly, making it hard to get up in the morning, making it a struggle to ever go back home, knowing that the most probable scenario was fighting and sleeping on different sides of the bed. Y/N could not take it anymore, something had to be done.

That night was fateful for the pair. Damiano could still recall all the crying, from both sides, and the yelling, the pleads, oh the pleads! For the first time in his life, the man was pleading, practically on his knees, for some more time. He was persuaded that if they gave it a bit more time it would work out, it always did. He asked time and time again for his love to give them another chance, but, after hearing their struggle and the pain in their voice, he could not deny that the relationship was making his person whither in front of his eyes; and he couldn’t put the person he loves most through so much pain because he did not have the strength to let go, because he was being selfish.

Since the break up Damiano got isolated, struggling to get out of bed, only ever writing lyrics and throwing them away. Sometimes he would cry, but mostly he would smoke. That was his routine for days. His friends had gotten worried, trying to call him and pull him out of that damned room but it did not seem possible. Nothing would work, no food, no drinks, no parties were tempting enough to get him outside. Ethan, being the one to see Damiano most often, could not stand seeing this unfold in front of his eyes and do nothing.

“Damiano!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the apartment, catching Damiano’s attention.

“No,” he called back, his face deep in the pillow, “get out.”

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. Both the man that was currently drowning his emotions in the soft pillow of his bed - oh and how it smelled like them, but also his very own friends. Ethan could feel his heart sink every time he visited.

He had begun doing that since the first few days of the break up. Damiano had rushed to Ethan first, crashing in his couch, sobbing in his friends arms. Seeing the frontman self distract day by day worried him and he simply had to do something before he lost his friend in this mess.

“I’m going nowhere, Dami. Not without you. Get up, we have places to go to. Dress nice.” The determination in his voice and the look he gave the lying man left no place for argument. The singer had to get up, and he had to dress nice.

Thus, he did just that, and in all honesty he enjoyed it. The cool water on his face when he finally washed it after days, or the warm water on his body as he showered - he could feel the knots in his back resolving, calming down the physical pain his heartbreak brought. He felt nicer when he shaved his face, being able to smell his own cologne and aftershave made him feel a bit relaxed. Finally getting into some fresh clothes was possibly the best feeling out of all, like the cherry on top.

He never learned where they were going, until they were already there, and that was possibly the last place he wanted to be in. A party was the last thing he needed, but now it was too late. “Ethan-”

“No, Damiano! Enough! I let you grieve this relationship for far too long. You can not be doing this any more. You have to let go.”

No words, no breath. Nothing could come out of Damiano’s lips but a sigh of defeat. Ethan was right, and both of the men knew it - hell, everyone that saw him knew that.

Inside the house the music was deafening, some random radio pop song was blasted through some surprisingly big speakers, the alcohol was plenty - almost never ending, and the snacks seemed to be greatly appreciated. For the first time in a while, Damiano thought he had a chance to let them go. Alas, fate was not on his side tonight. Within his vicinity was the one person he could not face; Y/N. They were wearing that outfit he loved, the one that made him look at them with googly eyes. They looked beautiful, like a nymph, all dressed up in magic.

The day dream was cut short as Leo approached the two men. Small talk ensued, but nothing too much, he could tolerate that. Mindless things, words about drinks, it was all alright. Until Leo spoke for the last time, “it must be hard that Y/N’s here, man. Sorry for that. I didn’t know. I should have ne-”

“Leo, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known, and I am fine.” His lips said that, but he was now not sure he meant it, while sitting on one of the houses balcony, cigarette in one hand and the ring in the other, the only place where he could take his mind off. So many thoughts went through his head. There was the sadness and the anger. Things were just about to be better, he was planning on making it better. He had already bought an engage-

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” The door took him out of his thoughts, just now making him realise he had tears in his eyes. Quickly he dried them while hidding away the ring, turning around to see the face behind the voice.

“It’s ok- Y/N?”

“Da-damiano? Uhm, hi. Sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no! Sit! It’s ok. I know parties can get you overwhelmed… It’s ok.”

Neither of the two knew what to say for a second, they only embraced the silence that fell, as if nothing changed, as if they were still together and enjoying each other’s company with no words needed. Damiano was in the corner of the small balcony, leaning on the bars and looking at the restrained view he could get from the house, the cigarette lit up in his hand as he took puffs from it. He was dying inside just like that, his fingers were grazing the ring in his pocket. He could not get rid of it, he could not move without the only good reminder of what he used to have. It was bittersweet; pain and comfort in one little piece of metal and a stone.

Y/N on the other hand was standing by the balcony door, leaning on the sides of it. They were looking at the city lights, moving or not, but it did not calm their mind, that was running with no break. It was all thoughts of the man sitting not even two meters away. It would be a big lie to say that they did not think about him often since the break up - if anything they thought of him more now, regretting every word that came out that night.

Before either of the two could register what was happening Y/N had started crying, silently at first, but the more thoughts they got, the more their body responded with sobs. The sound was heart-shattering, almost like knives, painful enough to make Damiano scared to turn around.

“I should have never done that,” they mumbled, “I-I… I should have never broken up with you, Damiano. Oh god- I haven’t stopped thinking of that-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” the man whispered, quick to move to his feet and embrace his former lover. Oh how he missed this feeling. “I’ve got you,” he continued.

The next few minutes were spent like that: the two embracing each other, Y/N sobbing in the arms of the man they so much desired, incohorable sorrys and such escaping their lips. Damiano would say nothing but quietly shush them, stroking their back softly, until they finally quieted down. His cigarette was long forgotten on the ashtray, all of him being focused on Y/N.

“I am sorry, Damiano… I- I hurt you. A lot.”

“It’s ok-”

“No it’s not! You were doing your best to keep this relationship alive, and I? Well, I gave up," they huffed, arms wrapped around themselves as shivers run down their spine from the current emotions.

“You were in pain, my love. You were struggling. It’s understandable. It’s ok."

"You can love me again? After all that" Y/N asked, almost shocked at the possibility of a positive answer.

"Who said I ever stopped?"

#måneskin #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #måneskin fanfic #måneskin imagine #maneskin #damiano david imagine #damiano david #damiano maneskin

[its-me-im-coraline]

an idea for a piece….

vic swears up and down that she doesn’t have control issues in bed (she’s the primary domme) so the boys tie her hands behind her back and watch just how quickly she gets frustrated, followed by a lot of “taste of your own medicine” teasing and edging by the boys until she finally gives up being all hotheaded and behaves. lots of begging leading up to it though which humors damiano to no end

ok dude, once im finally done with my wip list Im deeeef doing something like this... Although I will do it with the reader doing so to Vic. (i am not exactly comfortable of writing something happening between each other, sorry)

[its-me-im-coraline]

I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

can't have too much fav fics with my beloved sleepyhead

first part

second part

third part

fourth part

* - smut

cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss

kissing tears from the other’s face

♡ a kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party

♡ he’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint

♡ måneskin having a crush

♡ calm in the storm

♡ a gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them

♡ dating the best guitar boy aka Thomas Raggi headcanons (yep, that's my work, but I really love it)

♡ reader gets to give stitches on a cute rockstar

♡ french kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them

♡ consequenses*

naughty boy*

masterlist

side blog masterlist

btw I decided to tag people whose writings I'm putting here @maneskinbrainrot @oro-e-diamanti @damianosdarling @mywritingonlyfans @its-me-im-coraline @deeavjbes @filthforfriends so you know that you are very talented and amazing. I am sending you a lil dino that brings you a heart ❤🦖

[its-me-im-coraline]

UPDATED, 12TH SEPTEMBER 2021

The Book of Sins

Hello everyone, this is my very own masterlist, full of all the måneskin fanfiction I have written and am still writing.

Works In Progress

Never Ending // Damiano David, angst-fluff

Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it's not.

Ex's and Oh's // Thomas Raggi, smut

What happens when Reader's ex shows up at a party and the two indulge in such deep conversation that they forget Thomas entirely?

Hooked // Victoria De Angelis, angst, fluff

The pair has broken up very recently and wounds are still open. When a fateful meeting happens, Victoria gets her feelings and ego hurt, but there's a turn of events

Buganvillee // Victoria De Angelis, smut, fluff

How can one buganvillea in Mykonos hold such dear memories for the newly weds?

(in case you don't know it, buganvillea is a tree, see it here, it's so pretty)

Whereabouts // Damiano David (and a bit of Ethan) smut

It's been a particulary perfect day to tease Damiano to his limits but Reader had a miscalculation of the result. (might make it a threesome, we'll see, let me know if I should)

Ethan Torchio

Secrets and fights // angst

Ethan is in a relationship with a member of the bands PR team, but for how long will this keep happening? Sometimes it get's a little too much until the two personalities clash.

Torna a Casa // fluff, angst

Part two to secrets and fights. No matter what Ethan and the reader know that they are right for each other.

A tie between us and hope // angst, fluff

Part three of Secrest and Fights. After Ethan showed up in readers house that night the two have started trying to work on being together again. But there are always new problems to arise.

Love don't hate it // angst, fluff

Ethan and reader have had quite the rocky relationship since they met. After a bit too long of them always butting heads Ethan decides to be... decent but reader is a little too headstrong make it easy.

Lucky Charm // fluff

Face timing with Ethan for good luck before a concert. (Will update soon with summary)

Little puppet // smut, threesome

Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

NSFW Alphabet // smut

self explanatory

Soft Hours // short fluff

Ethan and Reader are on a roadtrip to go visit some family for a few days. The trip there is so peaceful, so beautiful as the night falls, that the two lovers can not help but take some time to enjoy it.

Soft Hours // fluff, blurb

Ethan and Reader are on a roadtrip to go visit some family for a few days. The trip there is so peaceful, so beautiful as the night falls, that the two lovers can not help but take some time to enjoy it.

Thomas Raggi

Curiosity Killed the Cat // smut - fluff

Thomas and reader find themselves in quite the compromising position for the poor eyes of a band member. Seems like the lines between work and personal life are quite blurry for the two.

Niente Da Dire // angst

Reader and Thomas find themselves in constant conflict. Nothing is ever good enough, there's always something to complain about. Maybe a break up isn't much of a bad idea.

Since we were younger // angst, fluff, f!reader

Reader is Victoria's sister and the same age as Thomas. The two were in the same class in school, always around each other and even more as they grew older. Lots of angsty emotions and mutual pinning later Victoria invites her sister to the Maneskin house were all the secrets come out.

More than your beauty // angst, fluff

Reader is feeling quite insecure, more thoughts than she wanted are taking over her mind. Thomas finds her laying on their bed looking at photos of “everything she’s not” while crying. The man can not stand how his love belittles herself that way while minimizing her worth to her looks.

NSFW Alphabet // smut

self explanatory

Consequenses // smut

Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

Damiano David

Madness // angst, fluff

Readet has spend a little too much time on tik tok lately and they got the brilliant idea to prank Damiano when he comes home that day. Now Damiano thinks he is in trouble and does everything to reddem himself over this unknown bad deed.

Little puppet // smut, threesome

Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

NSFW Alphabet // smut

self explanatory

Birthday Surprises // slightly fluff

Reader has her birthday and thinks Damiano has forgotten but the man has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Victoria De Angelis

Cat and dog // angst, fluff

Victoria and reader fight like cat and dog over the smallest of things. An unfortunate morning leads to a fontunate life.

NSFW Alphabet

Self explenatory, nsfw headcannons about Victoria

Peculiar and beautiful // angsty, fluffy

Reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be "perfect" have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria

A push to the right direction // angst, fluff

Victoria and reader have been friends for a while, both harboring unspoken feelings. While the two are oblivious beyond their minds the boys of the band have figured out all the glances and sublte touches the two share. Well, all they need is a little push to see the truth.

Amalfi Nights // fluffy smut

Reader and Victoria are for vacantion in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sumbathing, Victoria just wants to show you her love

Regrets // angst

Reader is Ethan's best friend and because of that they are around the band a lot. Maybe a hint of jealously, a toxic partner and a visit at the hospital will be enough to change their relationship with Victoria from hate to love. Or maybe the love was there all along.

Maneskin // Headcannons and all together fics

Jealous // angst, fluff, smutish

How the members react to someone flirting with their s/o

Hurt // fluff

How will måneskin react to their significan other getting hurt

Shy // fluff

Måneskin with a shy s/o

Babies // fluffy

Måneskin being parents. That's it.

Massages // fluffy

How Måneskin give/recieve massages

First Impressions // smut-ish

The band might have considered more than once of ‘entertaining’ their best friend. After their I wanna be your slave video comes out, sweet ol’ Thomas can not help but suggest they encounter their reacting to the video clip and showing them some of their moves.

Hugs // fluff

how the band memebers hug you

Playlist Fics // Inspired by a spotify playlist

small fics inspired by songs and the type of feelings these songs give me. actually here's my playlist that you could possibly suggest songs for so we can all vibe (lol) together or request a playlist fic. see it as a small prompt list?

Cry Baby // Ethan Torchio

Reader has a hard time trusting people. When Ethan comes into their life it get's worse. Reader is preparing for unavoided heartbreak but Ethan just might change their mind heart.

Afterglow // Victoria De Angelis

Reader meets Victoria while traveling with friends. The two create a lovely summer fling and reader can not help but bask in the afterglow of Victorias influence hoping to encounter her again.

Best Years // Thomas Raggi

Thomas and reader have been having an on and off relationship. One moment they are together, the next they are entertaining other people; but in the end they only ever think of each other.

Drive // Damiano David

Damiano and reader have been having a troublesome relationship. Before he left for the bands promo tour Damiano said some hurtful things to his partner. Will they be able to work it all out in the end?

You're the One // Damiano David

Y/N is better since that drive around with Damiano. While both harbor feelings for each other, both are worried of confessing. Maybe a little nudge from they beauty of nature will give one of them the courage they need.

Temporary Bliss // Damiano David

Damiano and reader have a friends with benefits relationship but Damiano has caught feelings. This is what happens when one of them denies the truth.

Riddle of the Model // Damiano David

Y/N is a mutual aqcuaintance of Damiano, him having seen them in tons of maneskin house get togethers and other parties. When he finally meets them though is the moment he falls in love with them.

Sleepover Headcannons

Victoria x F!Reader x Ethan // short Ethan sucking on a chain // short Sub!Thomas all tied up // short Sub!Thomas on a leash // continuation of the previous headcannon Ethan punishing Brat!Reader Dom!Ethan x Sub!Reader x Dom!Damiano // full smut is little puppet Damiano whispering in your ear like he did on Thomas Maneskin x Sub!Reader's reaction to the iwbys video Ethan Pulling your hair // short

#maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin #måneskin x reader #måneskin smut #måneskin imagine #måneskin #thomas raggi smut #thomas raggi imagine #thomas raggi #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio #damiano david imagine #damiano david #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis

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Consequenses // Thomas Raggi

words // 1590

warnings // smut ahead hehe and not even a full smut, just a snippet honestly

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok please let me know on the taglist link if you have asked me to tag you and i havent right now... I lost some of the user names so yeah im so sorry 🥺

request // yes

summary // Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

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Music, throbbing lights and booze was the way Thomas and his partner decided to spend his weekend off. An average gathering made to feel like a party amongst the closest friends of the band and everyone’s partners. Of course the guitarist couldn’t resist bringing his lover along. He had not seen her in a while, traveling around and working on new music had made the relationship hard for the two of them, things only becoming harder when they started being unsatisfied with their more intimate relationship. The longing did not help much, instead it brought anger and anxiety, both resulting in ruining both of their moods.

The suggestion came from Y/N in the afternoon after Thomas took a break. They were sitting on the couch watching some tv show neither cared for, slowly trying to relax and potentially do more than sitting on the couch. The thought had occurred a few days ago, while the man was still not there, when his lover was maybe watching a bit of an erotic movie. “Maybe we should… switch,” was all she said. No explanation, no details, nothing.

Not much convincing was needed so here they were. Y/N being dominant was finding it a little hard to just sit there and listen. Thus the dom turned into a brat, choosing to tease the man during their first night together.

It was rather simple to get Thomas all riled up this fine night. They happened to have a small fight before the party (a disagreement over minimal things truly) so they were both in a very tense mood while at the party. Thomas was on the one side of the yard, talking with some of his friends, while Y/N was on the other, revealing clothing and lingerie (with certain movements it was visible to the man - and anyone else that paid attention, but not many did). The man was unable to take his eyes off his partner. See, she knew that the result would be pretty good.

“Keep this up and the result will not be very nice for you, amore,” he whispered in her ear when he finally approached her. His hand right above her ass, face too close for comfort.

“I am not sure I want to stop,” said Y/N, an evil smirk decorating her face. Her hips moved side to side, making sure the man could see. Back on her plotting she was.

At first things went smoothly: a bit of seductive dancing, a bit of drinking… The casual. But soon that would change as well. Ethan was sitting on a pool chair, joking about Y/N’s dancing, having a playful back and forth with each other until Y/N sat on his lap. It was nothing unusual for the two, it had happened plenty of times before, but both Thomas and her knew that this time was different.

By now Thomas is fuming. If he was in a cartoon his face would have gone comically red, smoke coming out his face in an exaggerated way. The cigarette and drink in his hand did little to help restrain him. For that, he downed the rest of his drink in an instant, smashing his cigarette on an ashtray and moving to his friends and partner. “Sorry to cut your fun short,” he smiled, trying to keep it together, “but me and Y/N need to go. Honestly, I’m feeling very tired,” he finished, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her up and towards him.

Their friends did not say much, but rather voiced their goodbyes allowing the pair to leave the party.

Getting in the car was now the easy task, but one of them was dreading it. She knew that this would be so fun, but she was undeniably afraid of what could potentially happen that night. “What do you think you have been doing, dolcezza?” He all but growled, roughly turning her face towards his with his hand.

“Me? Nothing. I was just trying to have fun with my friends.” Oh, the innocent act. If Thomas wasn’t hot and bothered (more of the later) already, he certainly was now.

“I don't think so, baby. I think you have been very very naughty. I think you need a punishment.” His tone was playful but his eyes told a different story. Y/N was in for a long night, and they were still in the car. Thomas’ hands had already begun to travel all around his lover, faces dangerously close. And like that the vigorous kissing started.

“You shouldn't have acted like that tonight, amore,” he commented before he started driving back to their shared apartment. The ride was quiet but the tension and anticipation was loud as hell.

Patience was out the window the moment Y/N opened the door to their home. Thomas pushed her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses. “I warned you enough times, my love, now it’s time for actions,” he commented, hand slowly traveling up to her neck, lightly squeezing, blocking the blood flow lightly making her lightheaded but so much more desperate for him. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall - just like that, good girl! Now, ass perked up.”

She was very well aware of what was about to happen and saying that she did not want it would be a lie. She was rather used to serving spankings to the man whenever he disrespected her - rather lenient - rules, taking such an adrenaline rush every time, but oh did she get a rush now, too. Thomas was getting more and more confident by the minute, Y/N getting rather aroused from it.

Thus she obeyed his demands, pushing her ass back, all there for him to do what he wanted. Thomas quickly got to work moving up her tiny little skirt to have her exposed to his will. Her ass looked amazing in that white lace thong she wore, making the man undeniably hard. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You planned for this to happen-” slap, “you knew I would not be able to hold back, didn’t you, puppy?” slap. “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N responded very timidly, slightly flinching every time he struck her cheeks.

“Good, good. Now count for me, and you will thank me for each slap.”

“One. Thank you, daddy,” she began with his rhythm getting quicker and his force bigger by each slap of his palm. They reached around twenty five before Thomas decided on his next move. He said nothing but roughly turned Y/N around, pulling her towards their shared bedroom, lightly. After closing the door behind him - more out of habit than any actual practical reason- he pushed her to the bed, legs automatically falling open as he stared with lust in his eyes.

“Just sit there and do nothing,” he ordered, “no touching, or there will be consequences.” He did not go far after that, he only undressed and picked up the condoms and the lube, just making sure that she was entirely ready (not that he truly needed it at the moment - just a safety precaution) and knelt in front of his lover.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “you are looking delicious, but I’m not sure you can handle it. Maybe we should do this anoth-”

“No, no! Please, I can handle it! I can handle anything! Please, please!” she exclaimed, or more so whined, making Thomas smirk like a cheshire cat and proceeding with his actions.

“Anything, you say? Hm, we’ll see about that.” Oh boy was she about to regret those words.

His tongue started to tease her immediately as he finished his sentence. It was small short licks and little pecks on her clit, featherly but was agonizing in this case. The pace was slow, timid, really, all in an attempt to show his love in the most painful way possible. Her eyes were shut tightly, mouth hung open releasing heavenly (or rather sinful) noises - a pleasing confirmation of Thomas’ plan working perfectly. Y/N’s back was arched up as her head hung behind, chest bouncing in the attempt to gain more pleasure by Thomas.

“Thommy, please,” she whined, earning a slap on her thigh.

“You are being ungrateful, amore. I shouldn’t be giving you any pleasure at all. You’ll take what you can.” The lack of contact for the few seconds he spoke was enough to cause another fit of whines, but his breath on her heat made far worse ‘damage’.

He wasted no time moving up and away from his disheveled lover, moving to the dresser. Y/N simply sat there, mouth falling open, but this time due to confusion. It was clear that frustration had already started to pick up. Thomas on the other hand was enjoying the situation fully, finding it rather entertaining how he could make her melt so easily.

“Thommy. Come back,” she uttered in her usual dominating tone. Nothing. “Thomas, come back here-”

“What did you just say to me, puppy?” If he was pissed before, now he was livid, and it was clear as day. If this were some weird cartoon his eyes would’ve glowed red - a thought that did not help Y/N’s pleasurable fear. His hand had swiftly reached Y/N’s neck, not tightening up, yet making his stance threatening. “I think you have forgotten how things are going on around here, my love. You are not on the lead right now. I am. And you will pay for that.”

#maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin #thomas raggi imagine #thomas raggi #thomas raggi smut #måneskin #måneskin headcanon #måneskin x reader #måneskin smut

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I FINISHED THE SMUT I FINISHED IT!!!

but now i have to proof read and edit it omgajgòhi urehfd

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i wanted to post smut tonight but i couldnt finish it before i went out mohnsbdksjnkwnnd hit me

ill finish it and post it tomorrow 🥰

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Hugs // Headcannons

words // 1148

warnings // none

pairing // Maneskin x GN!Reader

author's note // let me know if you want to be tagged.

request // yes (by @teenyweenynightghost although I think she might've not meant for me to do this lol 😂)

Damiano David

His hugs are quite intense

and what i mean by that is that they are super warm, loving hugs

they are bear hugs really

he envelopes you in his arms like you are tiny even when you are not

not few are the times you go to him for a hug and he just holds you close, hand on your head, leaving kisses on your forehead and all

hmmmm so protected

he generally seems so touchy and clingy (in a very good way)

he hugs you all the time

you two are alone? he hugs you while you make your coffee/tea/whatever, he hugs you while you watch tv, he hugs you when you’re studying

you are at a party? he hugs you while you two dance a little, he hugs you while you are talking

he is not very subtle about it

he will literally call you from the other side of a room with many people in it

“Y/N!Amore! Come here! -- Hey my love, come here. Hm, so much nicer now, hm,” he says as he snuggles up to you in the couch of a party

He def hugs you when he feels nervous

in these situations he will be ‘subtle’

“Hey, amore. How are you feeling?” he asks, slowly coming next to you, hand on your lower back. “I'm tired… and anxious, honestly… you see, --” he continues after you respond, and he starts telling you about his days as he starts pulling you close, hands around you, cheek resting on top of your head.

the best is when he is tired

he pouts and whines

“hmmm, come on Y/N, you can leave that for now. It’s not going to leave while we nap. Come cuddle meee,” he whines, pulling you on the couch

of course you give in, how can you not

Thomas Raggi

Thomas is also pretty clingy but in a more playful way

when in public he only really hugs you so he can pick on you

be it putting his hands in your back pockets

be it pinching your waist

be it teasing you

He always gives playful hugs

like the overly hype type

if he hasn’t seen you in a while he might as well jump on you

and then you fall on the floor as expected

“oh my god, i am so sorry, amore, i didn’t mean to do that,” he laughs

he is sorry, rest assured

he is also very cuddly so most hugs happen when lying down, when you are alone

taking naps always has to be done with both of you together

he can not sleep if you are not with him, you need to be napping together

“come here, amore, it’s getting cold, plus you need a break… come ooon, a nap won’t hurt,” he almost begs, already wrapping you in a blanket and laying on the couch

he hugs you very tightly when either of you don't feel ok

like he finds you crying and he comes over to you, kissing your head and holding you tightly, cheek resting on top of your head while whispering comforting words

Victoria De Angelis

she is far more subtle with her physical affection

she is extremely clingy in private

like she will have you on her lap, hugging you there, when you are talking with your friends at home

will cuddle you into oblivion as you are watching tv

hugging you from behind as you are at a small party

will hug you with her head on your chest if she has gotten tired in said party lol

but she is very reserved in public

she will hug you softly to greet you when you meet somewhere outside

she will hug you goodbye

will give you a side hug when you two are at some fancy gathering and talking to people (she doesn’t want to leave you alone aw)

but all restrains go away in moments like winning eurovision

let's say that you were with her when they won

she clings onto you while waiting for the results

she jumps on you when they are told they won

when she hugs you to comfort you it is very soft, very loving

i am not sure exactly how to explain this but it is just soft

like, she holds you but not tightly, she rubs your back very featherly and holds your head lightly to kiss your forehead

it’s just so protective but so… calm.. they only way i can describe this, is a calm safe space

now when she hugs you for her own comfort is when she holds you tight

she does not want to let go cause she genuinely needs you at that moment.

“i- i just had a really bad day… *sniff* just hold me. hold me and don’t leave me! please!”

she feels safe in your arms so she needs to make sure you'll stay (not that you had any intentions to go)

Ethan Torchio

now Ethan is my personal favorite

he is not very big on pda but he is not withholding anything

he does not care if people see him hug you but he simply just don’t cling on you (unless you ask him to) when you are in public

he hugs you when you two are waiting in line to get some ice cream

mostly so he can hear what you say while trying to figure out the flavors you’ll get

he hugs you from the side when you two are talking to someone neither is particularly close to

he holds you on his lap as you meet his family for the first time

that last one was very sudden

you went to meet his family and everyone went to sit down

you were still talking to his sister about something she found interesting about you

“oh, come, sit Y/N! We have so much to talk about.”

and you go to do just that: sit. beside him.

but he has other plans

he pulls you to sit in his lap, and he has that innocent smirk on his face

“Ethan,” you scold, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing special, amore. Just sitting here with a beautiful person in my lap. Do you know them?”

you are absolutely flashed while his sisters just laughs at him

now, if we are being honest, I feel like most hugs with him would just feel intimate

like, he will hold you close to him, talking to you softly as you stand there with your head on his chest (or shoulder)

he will just recite how his day was he rocks you two side to side in the middle of your kitchen

his arms are both around your shoulders, slightly rubbing each shoulder

it just feels intimate

and safe

ahlfaufadjc someone kill me i need them all to hug me

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#måneskin #måneskin headcanon #måneskin fanfic #måneskin x reader #måneskin imagine #ethan torchio #ethan torchio imagine #thomas raggi #thomas raggi imagine #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis #damiano david imagine #damiano david

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hey babes im finally posting tomorrow

Hug headcannons is what im writing rright now 👍🏼

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🙃😉

Soft Hours // Ethan Torchio

words // 524

warnings // none

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // let me know if you want to be tagged. its a short one because I'm having a hard time writing rn 😬

request // yes

summary //Ethan and Reader are on a roadtrip to go visit some family for a few days. The trip there is so peaceful, so beautiful as the night falls, that the two lovers can not help but take some time to enjoy it.

The trip had been long awaited. Since the couple started their relationship almost a year ago in Ethan’s home-city. Y/N’s family had been asking non stop to meet the young man that stole their little Y/N’s heart. Especially after learning that they did meet - most of - Ethan’s close family, the request for the two to take the trip became very adamant.

“It is simply wrong for us to not meet our son-in-law,” they would say, of course taking the couple’s relationship to a different level in their minds. Thus - without much convincing because they both thought a weekend trip was very much needed - they found themselves on roadtrip to Y/N’s hometown.

It was Friday afternoon when they left, around seven thirty, when the sun was slowly starting to set and the heat was not too untolerable. It would not be extremely long until they reached their destination but the view on the way there was wonderful, enough for them to want the drive to last forever. Ethan was behind the wheel, focusing on the road ahead, his hand on his partner’s thigh. Y/N on the other hand was looking out the window at the sunset, a very serene expression on their face.

“Amore,” called the tall man, “are you alright?” He was not truly concerned, in all honesty. He was fully aware of his lover’s emotions but he just wanted to hear their voice.

“Sì,” they replied, a soft smile revealing itself as they stared at Ethan’s face sleepily.

“Could we stop somewhere?” Y/N questioned, slowly caressing the man’s face.

“We can. Any preferences, carino?”

“Yes. Let’s stop at the first beach we find.”

With that silence immersed in the car between the couple, a peaceful and comforting one, that made both their hearts warm and fuzzy from the contentment they felt. The closest beach was twenty minutes away but neither complained, neither when inside the car nor when finally at the beach.

“It is beautiful here,” whispered Y/N, as if speaking louder would ruin the view expanding in front of them.

It was now eight and eighteen minutes, the sun was setting and the wind was low, the slight waves of the sea being everything but annoying. On the contrary it was so calming, so romantic, like it was waiting on the couple to stop by and say a hello.

Ethan followed his lover to the beach - thankfully it was full of pebbles rather than the very annoying sand, making it easy to lay down a towel to sit on. The big red towel was tucked underneath his arm as he neared Y/N. As they went to sit the man halted their actions. “Aspetta, amore. Let me lay this down before you sit,” he ordered lightly, setting the towel on top of the rocks and sitting down as well.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling them next to him, “are you nervous?”

“Yes,” they whispered, looking down.

“I’m afraid, amore. My family can be intense and I am not sure of how they will act.”

“It will be alright, my love. Let’s just enjoy this moment, yeah?”

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