#damiano david one shot

[taste-your-silhouette]

I want to dance on your body

Pairings: Damiano David xfem!reader

Contents: smut 

Summary: You and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.

Words: ~2192

A/N: Hi, hello and please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. I recommend you to play Touch Me and just enjoying ✨

You and your best friend are strolling into the party of some badass celeb she knows, she's probably already mentioned the name a million times, but you ain't giving much of a damn, you just wanna hit up a party, grab a few drinks, and bust some moves. Have a blast and enjoy yourself!

As you and your friend make your way through the entrance, you exchange a sly grin while vibrant, trippy lights groove to the beat throughout the crib. Side by side, you advance towards the dance floor, and your friend chimes in:

"Alright, let's have a fucking blast tonight," she says with a grin, and a contagious smile spreads across your face as well.

You were both pumped for this party and ready to let loose and enjoy yourselves to the max.

In a split second, she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bar, where a bunch of peeps are lining up, ordering their go-to drinks, all geared up to hit the dance floor again. You step up to the bartender and request your ultimate drink, downing it in a single gulp before quickly ordering another shot and doing it all over again.

The drink ignites a fire within you, fueling you with energy and liquid courage to fully embrace the moment, without a care in the world. No worries, just pure enjoyment.

You and your friend head straight to the dance floor, grooving together to the sick beats. But before long, someone swoops in and starts getting their groove on with her, leaving you to your own devices. No biggie though, it doesn't faze you one bit. You keep on dancing as if the music is pumping right through your veins.

Eyes closed, you immerse yourself in the moment, feeling the heat of someone's body swaying alongside yours. Whoever it is, they sense your awareness and since you don't brush them off, they casually rest their hand on your waist, getting even closer in their moves. Your ass is the only thing touching him as you dance with a touch of sensuality right there on the dance floor. The electricity builds up as you grind with this mysterious dancer behind you, sending tingles down your spine.

You both bust some moves together for three consecutive songs, and it's as if you're in perfect harmony. The dance isn't just about showing off or impressing each other; it's about creating something extraordinary between you.

As the beats thump on, you suddenly hear his voice whispering in your ear, "Finally, someone who's up for it." 

It tempts you to ask what he means, but you decide against it. You don't want to risk blurting out something silly and ruining the magical vibe of what just went down. So, you simply let the moment linger, cherishing the mystery and excitement that swirls around you.

You sense the hint of a smile against your cheek, and it elicits a light-hearted chuckle from you. It's best to leave it at that and keep relishing in the night's pleasures.

You turn your gaze towards him, even though the lights make it difficult to see his face clearly. Nevertheless, you can tell that he's undeniably attractive (and damn, he can dance like nobody's business).

It's time to get another drink!

As you reach the bar, you order another drink, but this time you savor it slowly, relishing every drop of that boozy sting as it glides down your throat. The flavors dance on your tongue, creating a delightful sensation.

Before you're about to leave the bar, the stranger appears by your side once more, placing an order for two drinks. Now, with a clearer view of his face, you can't help but smile as your gaze locks onto his handsome features.

He returns the smile and pops the question:

"Care for another drink?"

You nod in agreement, and with that, you both exchange proper introductions. Skipping the dance floor this time, you snag two primo seats at the bar, engaging in a conversation that flows as if you've been pals for ages.

Damiano and you have reached a level where you're familiar with the key aspects of each other's lives. It's not something you typically do, spilling your guts to strangers, but under the influence of alcohol and with the enchantment Damiano has cast upon you, it feels natural to engage in heartfelt conversation.

He suggests, "How about finding a more quiet spot?"

The idea resonates with you, and you nod in agreement, intrigued by the prospect of finding a quieter place where you can continue this magical connection.

You flash him a mischievous smile and take hold of his hand, leading him away from the lively dance floor and the bustling bar. As you pass through the living room, your eyes catch sight of numerous unoccupied couches, and you can't resist the temptation. You abruptly halt, tugging on his hand to bring him to a stop, and in a matter of seconds, both of you find yourselves sprawled out on one of the cozy couches.

Damiano's hands be all up in his waist as you're locking lips in a way that has both of you gasping for breath, but you don't give a damn. You feel Damiano's hands on your thighs, giving them a tight squeeze as you continue kissing you, and you let out a moan, trying to catch your breath and satisfy the intense desire he's been arousing in you since you started dancing together.

"Allright?" he asks you.

You nod eagerly, craving his touch on every inch of your body, as his hand traces a path from your thigh to your clit.

"Holy crap," you moan, overcome with pleasure.

He slid your underwear aside, skillfully rubbing your clit at a tantalizingly slow pace. The way he teased you was driving you wild. You rested your head on his shoulder, attempting to conceal your flushed face while muffling your moans as best you could.

"Oh fuck," you whispered, the pleasure intensifying as he increased his pace, making it even more challenging to stifle your cries.

"It's okay, let go. Everyone's too drunk to notice us," he playfully remarked, a smirk playing on his lips.

His words gave you the permission you needed, and you couldn't help but release your moans. They weren't overly loud, but they would definitely catch the attention of anyone who wasn't lost in their own drunken haze.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine.

The fire inside you burned hotter and hotter, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. All sense of shame vanished, replaced only by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"I'm close!" you moaned, your voice filled with desperate need. And just as you uttered those words, the climax washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

"That was... amazing," you whispered, still catching your breath from the intensity of the experience.

He hinted at taking the rendezvous to his hotel for more privacy, and you could sense the anticipation building. He stood up, extending his hand towards you, and you eagerly took it, rising to your feet. Adjusting your dress, you both made your way out of the bustling party.

Upon arriving at his hotel room, he opened the door slowly, pulling you inside. As you stepped into the room, your eyes took in the sight of scattered papers on the king-size bed. Being a singer in a band, it was no surprise that he had been busy writing songs, the creative process evident in the disarray around you.

"Will you write a song about tonight?" you asked, a hint of anticipation in your voice. As the door closed and clicked, Damiano wasted no time. He swiftly unbuttoned his white shirt, discarding it onto the dresser.

"Probably," he replied, his gaze fixed on you as he moved closer. With a deft hand, he skillfully removed your dress, casting it aside without a second thought. Now, standing before him in nothing but your underwear, you felt a surge of confidence.

His eyes tracing over your body, and he couldn't help but confess:

"You look... amazing." His voice dripped with admiration and desire, fueling the intensity of the moment.

He placed his hands firmly on your hips, just as he had done earlier, and leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You reciprocated, savoring the taste of his lips, and instinctively placed your hands on his face, deepening the connection between you.

Feeling the intensity between you both, he reached down and firmly gripped one of your legs, lifting it up and resting it on his hip. The sensation heightened, and you could feel him more intimately. With a surge of desire, he broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and admiration and in a bold move, he swiftly switched his hold to your other thigh, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the wall. The rush of being carried and pinned against the solid surface added an exhilarating edge to the moment, intensifying the passion and desire that consumed you both.

You locked eyes with each other, the intensity building with each passing moment, until he couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to capture your lips in another passionate kiss. The room seemed to ignite with fervor as the kiss deepened, fueled by an overwhelming desire.

Both of you were breathless, your bodies craving more. With a sense of urgency, Damiano swept you off your feet and carried you to the edge of the bed, gently placing you there. He swiftly cleared the clutter of papers that had occupied the bed, letting them cascade to the floor, clearing the space for your intimate encounter.

As he turned his attention back to you, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. He leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper against your skin:

"You're so beautiful, you look like an angel." His hand caressed your face tenderly, tracing the contours with gentle affection.

You smirked mischievously, pulling him closer to you, your desire evident in your eyes. 

"I could say the same for you, but how about we go to heaven together?" You whispered seductively, your lips grazing his neck on her before playfully biting down.

In an instant, it seemed like something ignited within Damiano. He firmly gripped your neck, exerting a delicious control, and guided you down onto the bed. His lips trailed along your neck, seeking out your sweet spot, and when he found it, he indulged in it wildly. Leaving a trail of hickeys and bites in his wake for him, he marked you as his own for him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly as you let out soft moans of pleasure.

The intensity grew as Damiano skillfully removed your panties, unveiling your desires. The air crackled with anticipation as your bodies yearned for the connection that awaited them.

"Are you wet for me, huh?" He sensually bites his lip while locking eyes with you.

He moans in delight as he gently inserts his cock into your pussy, igniting waves of pleasure.

Bestowing upon you the most sublime ecstasy.

He moves his hips with deliberate grace, thrusting in and out, synchronizing your desires.

"Oh, fuck!" you passionately moan, your voice filled with pure bliss.

Damiano smirks, his confidence growing, and intensifies his rhythm, heightening your desire.

As you lose yourself in the throes of passion, your hand instinctively covers your mouth, but Damiano forcefully removes it, yearning to hear your euphoric symphony.

"No, I wanna hear you when you go to heaven, y/n," he whispers with fervor.

You affirm with a nod, surrendering to the divine pleasure that awaits you.

You moan Damiano's name as he intensifies the rhythm of his thrusts, causing your head to fall back onto his plush pillows.

"Oh, Damiano, I'm so close!" 

"Come, y/n, cum to me," he asserts, his voice laced with longing.

You struggle to hold back, determined to hear him plead, but his relentless stimulation of your spot makes it nearly impossible. The pleasure is simply too overwhelming.

"Come, y/n," Damiano groans, his voice filled with urgency.

You tighten your grip around him and succumb to the waves of ecstasy he elicits. As you reach the pinnacle of pleasure with him, he remains motionless, deeply embedded within you, his body collapsing onto yours, a resounding groan of your name escaping his lips.

The intensity of the moment consumes you, as he pours every ounce of himself into you, leaving you both utterly spent and satisfied.

You both were breathless and drenched in perspiration, your legs entwined with his.

"I wanna go to heaven with you again" Damiano whispers, his face inches away from yours.

You smile, gazing into their eyes, and you can see the unmistakable lust and desire reflected in him. You hope that he can also perceive the depth of your yearning and how much you desire the very same thing he does.

#Må #måneskin #damiano david #damiano maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano david x you #damiano david fic #damiano david smut #maneskin imagine

[pjisskullourful]

ℕ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 [dec,2023] [the complete series]

🎄Damiano × Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 festive filthiness

° Damiano David/Ethan Torchio/female reader insert ✨ cameos by: Thomas Raggi & Victoria De Angelis

° all you want for christmas is some alone time with your boyfriends

wordcount::: 4,876

° merry christmas ya filthy animals. this is lore's fault (@lifeofa-fangirl ) 💋 thanks for encouraging me past my bedtime [requests are open! but commissions are priority! there are 2 fics currently in cue, secure your own spot here!]

° i own none of the lyrics included!

“Aw, I wanna sit on Santa's lap.” You said with an exaggerated pout.

You were watching one of your boyfriends getting ready to film a TikTok, they were making some silly content for social media. Selling the new album, that was the goal. And given the time of year, a Christmas theme seemed like the smartest thing to do. You weren’t sure who had come up with this concept, but it had been agreed for Ethan to play the role of Santa - more specifically, taking on the job of a mall Santa. The other three band members would take turns sitting on his lap, asking for a gift. At the end, it would reveal to be the new album and they would act ecstatically happy.

An assistant had rushed out, buying the best hat and fake beard options available. There was a bit of time before they had to be dressed and fully ready for the stage here in Tokyo, so the makeshift set had been prepared. Paz (the lead social media coordinator) was calling the shots, mobile phone in hand, like always.

You weren’t sure how fond you were of this fake, white beard, mostly due to how much of Ethan’s gorgeous face it hid. But you couldn’t help putting your own dirty spin on this scenario. You pictured sitting on his lap and telling him all the things you wanted him to do to you, once everybody but Damiano was gone.

You wondered what you could say that would make Ethan squirm in his seat. Could you turn his cheeks as red as that polyester hat if you reminded him (in great detail) of the Christmas-themed debauchery the three of you had gotten up to in the past? You could talk about that time in December when you had gifted him new bundles of shibari rope in the festive colours of red and green. He had taught you a few different ties, using Damiano to practise, until he was immobilised, then you had worked together to completely overstimulate him. Or maybe Ethan would like to reminisce on the glass, candy cane-shaped dildo your boyfriends had gifted you one Christmas, which you had later used on yourself while video calling them.

These were all wonderful, festive memories for you. But they needed to be kept to yourself for the moment.

“Do you want us to say anything specific?” Damiano asked Paz.

“Nope. We're going to put music over the top of it, some Christmas song.” She said. “You can say whatever you want, you can literally talk to him in Simlish if you want.”

Ethan's eyes lit up at that, and you didn't need to see his mouth to know that he was smiling. “Wetzbow.”

And Damiano instantly replied with a word from the video game's fake language. “Hooba noobie.”

“Are you gonna be holding your cup of tea in the video?” Thomas asked.

“If he wants to.” She said, overruling everyone else immediately. “You can do what you like, anything but shoving your tongue in his ear.”

Damiano groaned dramatically. “Now that's all I wanna do.”

“On your own time, Dam.” Thomas said.

You stood off to the sidelines, out of the camera's view, not wanting to get in the way of their filming. It was very cute to watch, all four of them overacting and Ethan attempting to not fuss with his beard while Paz was filming.

You couldn't hold back your giggles when he was directed to give the camera a cheesy wink to close the video out. It didn’t look like it was coming naturally to him, instead it looked as if he was putting a lot of effort into completing the simple gesture. Was he overdoing it because he feared that otherwise the camera wouldn’t pick it up?

“What are you laughing about?” Damiano asked, the three of them were perched on the chair around Ethan, holding the record sleeves up for the camera to see.

“Yeah, who fucked up?” Victoria asked.

“No, no, there was no fuck up. I’m just- it’s nothing, ignore me.” You said, trying to stifle any further giggles. “Great winking, bubba. You’re really doing a great job.”

“Thank you?” Ethan said it as a question, his brow furrowed and you covered your lips with your hand.

“Alright, let’s give the ending another take and I’m gonna try to get a smooth zoom in on that wink.” Paz said, refocusing everyone. “Are we ready? Let’s go, lots of energy ‘cause you just got the best Christmas gift known to man.”

You bowed your head and turned around as subtly as possible, so as to not disrupt this take. You kept your amusement over him winking like an alien just introduced to the concept to yourself. You could laugh about it with him later.

*** *** ***

You had long since ceased thinking about Santa, in any shape or form. Now that you were back at the hotel after Måneskin's show, your mind was only on relaxing and getting yourself ready for however much sleep you could secure for yourself. You were cuddling up with Ethan in bed.

Damiano was having his last cigarette of the night, out on the room's balcony with a cup of tea (it wouldn't be his last of the night). Ethan was winding down in his own way, scrolling through Reddit on his mobile phone. If he found anything of interest on ‘Out of the Loop', he read them aloud to you.

He got up to use the bathroom, out of the room when Damiano returned inside. You sat up, taking a longer look at your boyfriend.

“Why do you look like you're scheming something?” You asked.

“Me? I look like I’m scheming something?”

“Yes, you do.” You said as he didn’t make any attempt to conceal the cheeky grin on his face.

“I don’t know what I could possibly be scheming.” He said, going over to the table where your backpacks had been dumped upon first arriving back. “Ethan?”

“Bathroom.”

He didn’t try to hide what he was doing and you watched him opening his own bag, pulling a bright red hat out. You identified it as a Santa hat before he was swiftly folding it up and depositing it into the pocket of the baggy pants he wore. You narrowed your eyes, unable to figure out what his goal was.

“Are you sure-?”

The bathroom door made a little click as it opened and he moved over, going to Ethan’s bag instead. You dropped the rest of your question, wanting to see how this played out.

“Do you have any gum, babe?” He asked Ethan.

He walked over, helping Damiano go through his bag. “Gum? Weren't you just having peppermint tea?” Damiano took his hands out of Ethan's bag, seemingly satisfied that Ethan was distracted enough. While Ethan was looking through the contents, Damiano's hand went into his pocket. “Did you not get enough peppermint, or-?”

Ethan was startled into silence when Damiano brought the Santa hat down onto his head. Damiano pulled it down, the white trim resting above Ethan's eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes, looking at Damiano, clueless. You began to giggle even though you still didn't know what he was planning.

“Was this ever about gum?” Ethan asked.

Damiano put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a tap on the nose. “No, it's about you being the cutest Santa in the world. Look. And we should get to enjoy it for longer, more than a stupid TikTok.”

“Okay.” Ethan relented, knowing better than to resist when Damiano was in a playful mood. “Enjoy it, then. What do you want me to do? Is there a certain pose that you are really needing to see me do?”

“You just do whatever pose feels natural for you, bubba.” You said. “Make the character your own.”

“Actually. Come with me.” Damiano said, taking Ethan's hand and leading him over to one of the armchairs. “Sit down, because this is more about me doing a pose for you.”

“Oh?” Ethan sounded intrigued.

You moved towards the end of the bed, also thoroughly intrigued and not wanting to miss anything. Ethan sat down in the seat and fussed a little with the hat, getting the pom-pom to the right spot.

Damiano plucked his phone out of his pocket and threw it towards you. “Help me out, sweet thing.”

You unlocked the screen - you knew the passcodes to all of their devices. His phone opened immediately to a website that showed you lyrics. Now you knew what he was up to.

Damiano stood in front of Ethan's knees and Ethan smiled up at him. He started to reach one hand up above his head and sang the beginning of the song.

“Santa baby…” He sang sweetly and bent his knees, lowering himself. “Slip a little sable under the tree…”

Ethan chuckled, his smile growing. “I'm getting a song? Wow, a private performance just ‘cause I put a cheap hat on.”

“Been an awful good girl…” Damiano sang, getting down to the floor as he kept his eyes on Ethan. “Santa baby…” Damiano put his hands to Ethan's knees and pushed them apart. “And hurry down the chimney tonight…” He rolled his body forward, filling this new space and getting closer to Ethan.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across Damiano's cheeks. He was leaning in and it was clear to you that he wanted to kiss, still smiling, entirely invested in Damiano's shenanigans.

But Damiano denied Ethan the kiss. Instead of kissing him, Damiano stood up and began to walk a slow circle around the seat. He continued singing, not needing any musical accompaniment to keep his focus.

He stood behind Ethan and popped his head over one of Ethan's shoulders. “Next year I could be just as good…” He moved over to the opposite shoulder. “If you check off my Christmas list…

“Santa baby…” You saw his hesitant pause and then his eyes darted over to you as he mumbled over the next words. “Ah, huh- wan'...”

“Yacht.” You read, prompting him from the lyrics in front of you.

He nodded and went back to singing loudly, fully confident again. “...a yacht, and really that's not a lot…”

The slip up hadn't taken away from how captivated Ethan appeared, he kept his eyes on Damiano, turning his head so as to not miss anything. Damiano got in front of Ethan again, turning his back. He leaned forward, hands on his knees as he presented his ass to Ethan. As he continued singing, he slowly rocked from one side to the other, wiggling his butt sensually in Ethan's face. Ethan was still smiling, raising his hands, clearly wanting to grab.

“So hurry down the chimney tonight…”

Damiano faced him, putting his hands to the buttons that ran down the front of his shirt, making a show of undoing them. “Santa honey…” He got the shirt off, but looked to you for more guidance.

“One little thing.” You said, letting him get his groove back.

He found his place in the song and kept singing. He held his shirt in both hands and passed it around the back of Ethan's neck. He used this to bring Ethan forward, his head going to Damiano's bare chest, which Ethan didn't resist.

Damiano began to shimmy his shoulders, making Ethan laugh. He put his hands to the other man's back, his words a little muffled. “Oh, it's been so long since I've had a good motorboating.”

“Fill my stocking with a duplex…”***

Damiano put himself in Ethan's lap, facing him as he reached the end of the song, still so full of energy. “Hurry down the chimney tonight…” He put his hands on Ethan's shoulders, leaning in. “Hurry, tonight.”

Before Ethan could compliment this performance, Damiano was kissing him. Damiano put his hand to the back of Ethan's head, making it clear that he wanted more than a peck. You were glad to not need to help with the lyrics anymore, now you could stop looking at the phone and instead concentrate on them. You watched the way Ethan kept his hands on Damiano's back, the two of them sinking into this embrace and it was just as enjoyable to watch as his singing.

“That was really great, Daddy. I loved it.” Ethan said as Damiano continued to hold the shirt taut around the back of his neck. “You definitely got me feeling the Christmas spirit.”

“Christmas spirit?” Damiano repeated. “That's what you're feeling?”

“Yeah.” Ethan said before kissing him again.

He began looking in your direction a little. “Do you know who else could do with a little Christmas spirit?”

Ethan looked at you too. “Hi.”

You got up from the mattress, starting to walk towards them without any real plan of what to do. “Hi.”

“I heard what you said before.” Damiano told you. “You said you wanted to sit in Santa's lap too.”

Ethan smiled at you. “Did you say that?”

“Well, yeah. Everyone else got a turn sitting in your lap. But I would do it differently to them, a little less camera-friendly.” You said.

Damiano got up and moved out of the way. “It's your turn now.”

You went over, your hand resting on Ethan's shoulder as you got closer. “I'm not going to sing to you.”

“That is so fine, you don't need to.” He said, his hands going to your body as soon as you sat down. You faced him, brushing his hair back off of his shoulders. “Not to sound too transactional, but the only thing you need to do is tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You put your hand under his chin, propping his face up as you leaned in. “I want to be on the naughty list.”

“What are you going to do to get there?” He asked quietly, his eyes going down to your mouth.

You put your lips to his, moving your hand up to caress his cheek. You were soon tasting hints of the flavour left behind by Damiano - his cigarette and mint-infused saliva still vaguely present on Ethan’s lip as you rubbed your tongue against it. It was a testament to how deeply your boyfriends had been kissing and you intended to go just as deep.

Upon returning back to the suite, Ethan had stripped down to everything but his underwear. So when you pressed your body against his, you were feeling the heat from his skin through the T-shirt you were wearing. You wrapped an arm around his neck, intending to savour all of the benefits that this closeness brought.

“I hate to interrupt.” Damiano said. “But I just felt the need to share how glad I am that you haven’t decided to start talking in a Santa voice.”

Even as he began to turn away, Ethan kissed you a few more times. “Well the voice wouldn’t make much sense without the beard.” This set you off giggling. “But I might start speaking like him, in that I’ll steal his catchphrase to call you a hoe hoe hoe.”

“Ooh, would you? You know how much I love it when you address me correctly.” Damiano said.

With no further interruptions, you got back to kissing Ethan. As you did this, you began to move your hips, gently rocking. It was a prelude to what you planned to do, a subtle way to check his receptiveness.

He moved his hands beneath the material of your shirt, at the same time as when his tongue slid between your lips. You felt the anticipation swelling up within you as you looked forward to creating a new festive (yet filthy) memory with them.

“This guy hears everything, huh?” You said.

“Santa? I think the lyric is about how he sees everything you do, right?” He asked, a cute crease in his brow.

“No, this guy.” You said and you jabbed your thumb in Damiano’s direction to help add clarity.

“Well I listen when you talk, baby. Because most of the time you’re saying something dirty.” He said and as you looked up at him, Ethan started to kiss across your neck. “I was standing right next to you, you can’t be that surprised over me hearing it.”

“So you heard it, and then you just thought about it all night?” You asked.

“Pretty much. A man in a makeup chair has a lot of time to think.” Damiano said. “You weren’t thinking about it after you said it, making little plans of what you would do if you got the chance?”

“Uh…”

“Answer the question, baby.” Ethan said.

“I was definitely thinking about it when I said it. It wasn't just a passing comment, I had some- you know, images in mind at the time. But I let it go once the hat came off because I figured it wouldn't happen.” You said. “And now I'm making it up as I go along, I didn't plan like you. I'm just letting the Christmas spirit take me wherever.”

“Ah yes, the Christmas spirit.” Damiano said, wiggling his fingers in the air.

Ethan got your attention back by kissing you on the cheek. “Well you're in my lap now, you better make the most of it.”

“Watch me make the most of it.” You said, giving him a kiss.

Then you quickly removed your shirt, his eyes keenly taking in this sight. You put your hands down to your panties, happy to get out of them for him. You stood up, removing the lingerie altogether and turning your back to him.

You made sure to arch your back, sticking your butt out as you lowered yourself down to his lap, facing away from him this time. He wrapped his arms around your middle and gave you some kisses across your shoulder, meanwhile you were reaching your arms out to Damiano.

“You must have gotten yourself worked up while you were making your little plans there, Daddy.” You said.

“Yeah, there were definitely images in my mind, as well- interesting, pleasing, exciting, memorable images.” He said, smiling as he moved in closer.

With him standing in front of you, you unzipped his jeans, reaching in for his briefs. Over the fabric, you began to run your hand up-and-down the length of his dick. He cupped your cheek in his hand, gazing down at you. Ethan continued kissing your skin as Damiano caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. As you were grinding yourself on Ethan, you opened your mouth and took Damiano's thumb between your lips, sucking on it a little.

Behind you, Ethan was making some adjustments. Before too long you were feeling his hot and uncovered dick. You grinded your butt against it, feeling how stiff it already was. He tightened his arm around your middle, more of his body tensing as he let you settle into a rhythm.

You were feeling Damiano getting firmer, so you proceeded to pull his dick free of his underwear. Immediately you wrapped your fingers around his length, working your hand at almost the same rhythm you were rocking on Ethan. You didn’t have to match it perfectly, the look on Damiano’s face told you that he was appreciative of what you were doing.

Wanting more than just sucking his thumb, you emptied your mouth and turned away. You looked at Ethan, bumping your nose against his cheek for his attention. He took his lips off of your shoulder, quickly making himself available for more kisses. You leaned in so close as you claimed his mouth again.

He was moving his body with yours, attaching himself to your energy. As the two of you were tapping into this synergy, you acknowledged that this encounter was no longer about playing roles. The focus wasn’t on the time of year, now it was about enjoying the experience of each other’s bodies. He wasn’t acting as Santa, now he was acting according to his desires.

He got himself lined up, sinking the tip of his cock into your slicked entrance. Now excitement rushed into your body and you broke the kiss before your breath could be wholly taken away.

As Ethan tenderly pushed more of his shaft inside, you changed the way you were handling Damiano’s cock. You looked up at him, beginning to direct him towards your mouth. He sweetly stroked your cheek some more, his eyes were locked on you, not wanting to miss any of what you were doing. The way that he was so captivated by your movements, it was the same way that huge crowd had watched him for the duration of the concert. He was so invested and you planned to show him exactly why you had earned this.

You pressed a kiss to the head, enjoying the beginnings of his taste. You saw his breath coming in quicker as he anticipated what you would do next. You moved your tongue in rings on his tip, letting the sensitivities build. All the while, Ethan was pushing deeper into you. You continued stroking your hand on Damiano’s length, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered yourself to this rising passion.

Ethan’s movements were all the more enticing now, steadily massaging you into a heightened state. His hand gripped your side, holding you so securely while his other went to your breast, playing with your firm nipple. As you kept in time with him, he applied kisses to your neck, taking the chance to appreciate every part of you within reach.

You pushed your tongue out over your lower lip before you slid your mouth further down Damiano’s length. His hand went to the top of your head as you took the majority of it between your lips. So as to avoid overwhelming you too soon, he held himself still, the thrusting would come later. You let his head rest against the roof of your mouth as you used your tongue on the underside of his cock. You explored this area, gliding your tongue up-and-down.

When you sucked your cheeks in around his dick, his fingers curled, wrapping around sections of your hair. The swinging of Ethan’s hips got faster, indicating a neediness that hadn’t been present earlier. It saw you moaning on Damiano’s dick as you felt the friction between yours and Ethan’s bodies growing. It introduced tremors into your system and you noticed how his kisses had started to linger, the occasional lick and brief suck added to how he treated your neck.

You changed the angle on Damiano’s dick so that you could take him deeper, directing him to the back of your mouth. He whimpered, his stance altering - you knew him well enough that you could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer.

And you welcomed it. You sought to draw more out of him, taking the head of his cock to the opening of your throat. He gripped your hair tighter.

Then his lust took over and he allowed his hips to twitch forward, plunging him into the tightness of your throat. You felt him throbbing in there.

He sighed out your name. “You’re so ready to use that sweet mouth for naughtiness. I didn’t even have to ask you to put it in your throat.”

He rocked himself back, leaving your throat for the moment. You reset your lips around his dick as he thrust his hips into your face. It wasn’t very quick, and compared to what Ethan was doing, it felt extraordinarily gentle.

He had stopped kissing the side of your neck, now resting his head against yours for support as all of his efforts went into the incessant snapping of his hips. You did your best to keep up with them, meeting the majority of his thrusts. But the power of his movements easily dwarfed yours and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to quit, not while he was so clearly on the path to his climax.

It was enough to just keep moving, to keep your body invested in his momentum as he followed one reckless collision with another. You listened to his numerous failed attempts to catch his breath. Goosebumps sprang up all over your body as the tension swelled up to fever pitch.

You felt how easy it would be to become overwhelmed by the electricity rushing through you. But he beat you to it, capturing his release with one final pound into you.

For the moment it seemed that you could feel every nerve in your system and how fraught they all were. He leaned back, giving you back some of your personal space, his arm loosening around you. He stilled himself after taking his hand off of your breast.

But Damiano was not still, keeping at working his cock between your lips. Ethan stroked your back as you moved your focus, sucking your cheeks in a little harder.

“Well, this sight is better than anything I could have thought up.” Damiano said.

You felt pride blossoming up. There was something in knowing how much you turned him on that added to your own arousal.

It wasn’t as simple or superficial as a compliment. And you were eager to put this energy to use, to ride these dazzling emotions to the next height - where things were going to be even more exciting.

You weren’t sure if Ethan was done recovering yet or not, but you simply couldn’t hold yourself still any longer. You started to build your own pacing, thrusting in his lap again. He didn’t discourage you in any way and you worked yourself on his cock, while still sucking Damiano’s.

He was getting more into his bucking, both of his hands holding your head now. “What do you say, baby?” His tip glided into your throat again. “Do you want a new necklace for Christmas?”

You forced yourself back, taking him out of your mouth. “Uh-uh, I'm gonna swallow it.”

He beamed. “Oh, yes you are.” He pushed his tip between your parted lips and you opened your mouth further for him. “You're so ready to swallow it all.”

You shut your eyes and moved yourself further down his length. His fingers flexed and relaxed, then gripped again on either side of your head. You rutted yourself back into Ethan, striking him consistently.

You could feel the excitement getting out of hand and you were soon chasing for that release. Your walls gripped tight to Ethan's cock and the sensitivities swam through your body, ready to overwhelm you with each hungry thrust.

On his next rock forward, Damiano delivered his dick back into your throat. You couldn't control the spasming this prompted, but you also weren't bothered by it as your focus secured on your own experience. You were diving over the edge and capturing your orgasm, trembling wildly between your boyfriends.

With drool spilling down your chin, you began to come back to reality. You looked up at Damiano, he writhed against you, chest rapidly rising-and-falling as he kept himself in your throat. You were still shaking, you put your hand to his wrist, willing yourself to stay with him.

It was a victory when you felt him unloading straight down your throat - you were rewarded with the thick and hot liquid. With a series of incoherent, strangled sounds he rocked back slightly, leaving your throat, but staying in the warmth of your mouth. You could have taken in a deep breath, instead you breathed through your nose so that you could secure your lips around his cock, giving him a strong finish. He ran his shaft against your messy lips, the cum filling into your mouth with his every lazy thrust.

He finished out the momentum, his fingers relaxing on your head as he pulled out of your mouth. You leaned back into Ethan, who kept his arms securely around you. He reached up, wiping away some of the mess that covered your chin as you took a few thorough swallows. You shut your eyes and just concentrated on catching your breath.

“Definitely on the naughty list now.” Damiano said, his hand soothingly rubbing across your forehead.

“Oh, she's topping that list, for sure.” Ethan said. “I'll put in a word with the right people, because I got connections.”

“When you're making your cup of tea, can I get one as well, please?” You asked, not bothering to open your eyes as you slumped further into him.

“Of course you can get tea, sweet thing.” Damiano said.

As you gradually came down, you and Ethan relocated to the bed. You stole the hat off of his head. Damiano moved around the kitchen while Ethan disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back into the main room, he had a thoughtful look on his face. “So should I grow a beard? Is that what I should take from this?”

“Nope.” You answered quickly.

“Only if it's white and curly.” Damiano contributed as he came over with the tea.

You started giggling as both of your boyfriends joined you on the mattress. “So he'll have to keep it consistently bleached and sleep with fuckin' rollers in it?”

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joke i thought about much after the fact

*** "Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing- a ring: one that goes on my cock!"

#merry nasty christmas #damithan throuple fic #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin smut #maneskin fic #manesmut

[tortoisebore]

Ok so we’ve bonded over our equal dislike for Ben Barnes as our Babygirl. (Controversy I know)

BUT hear me out. What about Damiano David as an adult Siri??

OMGGG i LOVEEE maneskin omfg i have a crush on every single person in this band 👹👹👹 like vic pls give me once chance i’m begging

that being said RESPECTFULLY……he’s not quite it for me 🫢 in some fics i’ve read i could totally see this being so accurate, like i’m thinking specifically of this series of like 50 (extremely smutty) one shots i’ve had bookmarked for like….YEARS and damiano very much gives that specific version of sirius. but my mind doesn’t immediately go there yk?? esp in my own writing. likeafunerall truly has ruined me for any other versions of these characters like her sirius is going to be a tough one to beat for me

I LOVE DAMIANO THO LIKE GIVE ME ONCE CHANCE PLS 👹👹👹 and i love and support all fancasts!!! but especially ones that aren’t ben barnes!!! fhfhfhfhffh

#u ask tortoise answers #like he’s so GORGEOUS #STUNNING #his little bleached buzz cut right now like omfg sp*t in my mouth #i saw their eurovision final on tiktok two years ago and something in my brain shifted #his vOICE #god help me #i love maneskin #i love them so bad #zitti e buoni top 10 songs ever made

[pointlessfrog]

I had a dream where I found a secret CIA room with a bunch of newspapers with various events and celebrity deaths that havent happened yet and I found one with today's date on it announcing the tragic death of damiano david. like from italian band maneskin.

so I escaped the secret base (which I found by going through a door in a public bathroom btw), found him in the streets and held him in my arms as he bled out. he was actually fine with being shot by the CIA

#I was so distraught #and after that I started putting the pieces of the conspiracy together and it made a lot of sense in my dream #and like as he was dying he handed me his liver but it didnt look like a liver at all #it looked like a bag of blood that was slowly being emptied #what the fuck #personal

[literallymitch]

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: yes

prompt: 25 “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.” from this prompt list

pairing: Damiano David x Fem!Reader

word count: 429

what kind of content: fluff, a tiny bit spicy

warnings: swear words, gets a bit spicy nothing serious  tho

a/n just wanted to remind you that there is an personaliezed imagine giveaway going on on my blog. You can find the post here or under navigation and then giveaway in my bio :) I’m happy about all kind of feedback

Today you visited your boyfriend Damiano at the house he bought together with his three bandmates. They were recording their new album, so they were staying at that house for some time. Currently, the two of you were laying by the pool, enjoying the sun. You looked over to Damiano. His skin was slightly covered in sweat, making his glistering in the sunlight. Admiring his beauty, you didn't notice, he caught you staring.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”, Damiano said, a smirk now appearing on his face.

“That would actually be an excellent idea, if my camera roll wouldn't already be full of pictures of you.”, you answered him.

“It’s not my fault that you are obsessed with me, mi amore.”

“But it’s your fault, that you look like that”

“That’s actually not my fault either, but my parents’.“, he remarked

You rolled your eyes jokingly and threw the pillow, next to you, after him.

“Damiano David, you’re a dick.” you grumbled.

The stupid grin on his face grew even more, as he got up and made his way over to you. The singer sat down, next to you on your sun lounger.

“And still you love me.”, he stated the obvious

“Unfortunately I do, you idiot.”

“You should stop acting so bratty, amore.” he uttered, inching closer to your face.

“Or what? You gonna punish me?” your lips brushing against his.

“Exactly.” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss now.

Shortly after, you were full on making out now. Damiano's hands were roaming over your body, as your hands were buried in his hair slightly tugging on it. A soft moan escaped his lips as you did so. He was about to untie your bikini top, as you got interrupted.

“Guys, Y/n and Damiano are about to fuck by the pool.” you heard Thomas shout. You both looked in his direction now, smiling innocently.

“Oh my god, what, are you guys serious? I’m happy you have a healthy sex life, I really am. Just get a room or something just not by the pool.”, Vic who now stood next to Thomas said.

“Come on, Vic, as if you wouldn’t enjoy watching. Damiano joked, earning a slap, on his arm from you.

“I definitely wouldn’t mind watching y/n” she winked at you, “you on the other hand, no, thanks.”

You started to laugh, while Damiano put on a fake hurt look. Then he just grabbed your hand and dragged you into the house.

“Don’t be too loud and use protection, kids.” Vic shouted after you.

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[mashtoncliffin]

latte // damiano david

pairing: damiano x fem!reader

tw: none, all fluff

summary: Damiano comes to the rescue when the reader faces some confusion in Italy

(a/n): this is my first måneskin piece, so I hope y’all like it! as always my ask is always open! pls send in feedback & requests! love y’all so much. 

It must’ve been the worst month to fly all the way to Italy as she felt hot sweat drench the oversized shirt she was wearing. The girl sighed as she waited in line at a charming yet crowded coffee shop, wanting some caffeine to keep her energized as she explored Venice on her own. Her dream of exploring Europe as a solo traveler finally came true, she still couldn’t believe it as she scrolled through the pictures on her phone she had taken so far. 

The Venice canals, antique shops, and rustic pastel colored homes filled her eyes and put a smile on her face. Her turn was called as she stepped to the counter, the tile clicking under her boots.

“Cìao,” the girl smiled, with the Italian dictionary app on her phone just in case her duolingo Italian wasn’t enough for the conversation. “Latte, per favore.” She asked, her smile fading as she saw the confused face of the barista.

“A latte is just milk,” An Italian accent that seemed to be laced with honey popped up behind the girl. She turned her head to lay her eyes on the most beautiful man on Earth. Their eyes both met, taking in each other’s features as the man stood closer to her.

“If you want coffee, then you have to say caffé latte.” The dark-haired man explained, his small hoop earring moving as he nodded his head to the barista.

“Due, por favore.” He smiled as his tattooed hands reached into his pocket to pay.

“No, it’s okay!” The girl tried stopping a stranger who she just met to pay for her, but he ignored her plea.

“It’s the least I could do for a girl who loves Italy.” He smiled, adjusting the small choker he was wearing.

“I’m Damiano,” the man introduced himself as they waited for their coffees at the bar. She shook his hand, still taking in the beauty of him as she glanced at the tattoos on his chest and exposed long arms.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied, becoming speechless on how she was talking to a man so beautiful.

“Are you a tourist? How long are you here for?” Damiano genuinely asked her, curious to get to know her.

“I consider myself a traveller, and I really don’t have a set schedule.” She laughed as Damiano gave her a thumbs up.

“I like that.” He replied, thanking the barista as he handed them their cups. “I travel sometimes too.”

“Oh really?” She raised her eyebrows as she took her first sip and sighed in delight. “This is seriously so good, I can never find something like this back home.”

“That means you’ll have to stay here then,” Damiano remarked, running his fingers through his gel slicked hair.

She took a courageous move and pulled out her phone, and gestured for Damiano to take it.

“Give me your number and I’ll make you my tour guide.” She smiled as Damiano gave her a smirk, typing in his digits.

“You’re smooth, girl. I like that.”

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[dulceheist]

Cherry sweet | Damiano David

Requested: no one asked for this but here it is

summary: y/n gives Damiano a hand job and wants him to taste himself.

Pairing: Damiano David x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 827

content and warnings: smut (+18)

Y/n tucked the hem of his shirt as he kissed her neck. She felt his tongue trace the tender skin on her neck, leaving a wet mark after him. She slided her hands underneath his shirt and run her finger tips across the skin of his sides. A low moan from Damiano filled the bedroom as he felt her finger nails sweat his skin. Y/n let her hands fall to the hem of his shirt again, grap the fabric and pushed him back, separating him of her. 

“Take your shirt off.” She said, looking into his beautiful lush covered eyes.

He smirked at her and pulled his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. “Little bossy today I see.” He winked at her, jokingly teasing her. 

“I wanna play with you.” y/n whispered while her eyes wondered ac cross his bare chest and all the way past all of his tattoos. “Just lay on the bed.” She almost begged him, that’s how much she wanted him. 

His took of his pants and then run his finger tips down y/n’s arm, down to her hand and let his burning finger tips stroke the palm of her hand before taking her hand into his and gently pulling hr closer to the bed with him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed his eyes locked with the girl standing in front of him. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. 

Y/n slowly lifted her hand to gently stroke his cheek like she wanted to message him all around his body. Her fingers escaped to his jawline and fell to his neck where she felt his adam's apple shift as he swallowed.

Gently she pushed his shoulders, guiding him to lay down. She pulled his underwear down to his ankles, exposing his already slightly hardened cock. She rubbed his thighs, asking him to part them slightly more. A little bit higher pitched moan escaped his pink lips as he looked at y/n who’s mind was plugged by all the things she wanted to do to him and all the things she wanted to hear slip from his month. 

Her hand came to his shaft gently letting the palm of her hand brush it as she felt the blood rush all up and down inside of him. He signed impatiently, to which y/n laughed. She loved seeing him all impatient and frustrated for more and she needed to fight the urge to make him beg for it but if she was honest, she wasn’t sure she herself could wait longer either. 

“Oh sweet thing.” She hymned at him as she walked to her night stand to get the lube. The cap of the lube bottle made an unholy noise as she opened it and squeezed some of it to his cock. He flinched at the feeling of the liquid sliding down his hot shaft.

She finally let her fingers wrap around him and gently stroke him. She let her fingers play little longer on his pink round tip until letting her hand run down again and again. 

At the feeling of her hands on him, Damiano couldn’t help but moan her name. He had an urge to thrust his hips forward but she placed her other hand to his stomach, trying to soothe him down. He reached his hand to touch hers as his eyebrows pinched together at pleasure and eyes closed. 

He was absolutely beautiful man with all of his pleasure and lust and y/n knew she’d never ever see anything more beautiful than him enjoying himself. 

He moaned and she picked up her speed little bit. She wanted to taste him, wanted to have him in her month but she knew the sweet taste of him all too well and she needed him to know it too. 

He let out his one last moan when he reached his high and y/n felt his white cum drip to her hand and cock and fall to his lower torso. For a moment the room was filled only by his heavy breathing. He lifted his hand to brush his hair back and opened his eyes, looking back at y/n. 

Y/n brought her own hand to her month and licked him cum off of her fingers. He slowly chuckled at her, he knew how much she loved the taste of him. 

She brushed her hand against his thighs, slowly bringing it up and playing with the leftover cum on his body until she carefully sweeped some of it to her fingers. 

“Taste.” She said as she brought her fingers to his lips. He looked at her and then gently placed his lips around her fingers, sucking his cum off of her fingers. She felt his tongue play with her fingers and the pressure of his lips around them and she watched him as his eyes closed as he focused on her fingers. 

“You are so cherry sweet.” She told him.   

Everyone say ‘sorry mom’

#damiano david #måneskin #damiano david x y/n #damiano david x reader #damiano david one shot #damiano david smut #måneskin fanfic #måneski #x reader

[jahaerra]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝

summary: Four years after fleeing from her father in Italy, Coraline meets her ex-boyfriend Damiano David again in Rotterdam. The two immediately reconnect and it doesn't take long for Coraline to realize that she never stopped loving Damiano.

Pairing: Damiano David x female oc

warnings: none

this is actually just an excerpt from my damiano fanfic on wattpad, which is already finished, my username on there is reflectingsouls and the story is called ‘Coraline’

There was a piece of paper on the pillow, creases in the paper as if it had been folded over and over again.

There were only a few lines on it, like a short poem, and I recognised my own neat handwriting.

❝ Our Story ends here and it has been fulfilling.

I'll miss you, terribly I leave you - lovingly.

Until the next life. ❞

I had left this note at his house before I had left Italy four years ago.

He had kept it and carried it with him all this time. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

Damiano opened the balcony door when he came out of the shower. The sound of the rain was louder, but the roofing of the balcony ensured that it did not rain into the room.

It was dark outside, no stars could be seen in the sky because it was so cloudy and even the moonlight seemed to be drowning under the impending thunderstorm.

I had put the note back on the pillow. My eyes wandered over Damiano. Once again he was wearing only sweatpants and no shirt. Il Ballo della vita. The dance of life.

I traced the contours of his muscles with my eyes and followed his every move. It was dark in the room too, we hadn't switched on the light, but I could see him clearly.

He folded a shirt and put it in his wardrobe, then turned to me and came towards the bed.

"Comfy?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching as he saw me lying there, wrapped in his blanket and with my head on his pillow. It smelled like him and that left a pleasant feeling inside me.

"Yes" I replied against the pillow and heard a soft laugh from Damiano. He settled down next to me on the bed, then his eyes fell on the note. He reached for it and let it disappear in his fist.

"Too late, I've already seen it," I said, smiling slightly at him, "I didn't think you'd keep it that long."

"The note was the last thing you gave me," he replied as if that was a justification for keeping it for four years.

"The last sentence always seemed to me like a promise that all was not lost. That there would be another chance for us if we met again under different circumstances," he added.

My chest ached when he said that. His voice was soft and rough, more so than usual.

"And now we are here, but we are plagued by the same worries as before," I murmured. Damiano frowned, "You think so?" "Yes, my father followed us here, he won't leave me alone."

"But now you are no longer bound to him. Neither is Sophia. You can stand up to him instead of fleeing, I can help you." "I don't know if I really can," I sighed with honest concern.

The rain continued to beat against the windows.

"You can, I believe in you," Damiano assured me. "I've waited for you to come back home," he whispered.

So, Marlena, come back home, I feel it's getting cold in here So, Marlena, come back home, I don't want to wait anymore

"I've wondered how often the world reminded you of me, because it wouldn't let me forget you," he added, and the words made my throat dry. "I'm no less broken than I used to be," I said in a raspy voice.

"I don't mind that"

"You say that now, but once I'm committed to you, you'll have the weight on your shoulders that I carry with me every day. You will regret loving me," I was convinced of what I was saying.

"Never say such a thing. I could never regret having loved you. We belong together, Coraline.", he rose from the bed, his voice sounding a little angry.

I, too, straightened up "Damiano, listen to me-", I begged him. His silhouette was dark as a flash of lightning twitched across the sky, followed by thunder.

I flinched because the loud sound startled me and it was like a reminder of all the broken pieces that made up my soul.

"I've already told you that, back in Italy, but I'm grateful we shared this time together. Maybe we found our forever at the wrong time, and someday, we can be back together again, but not while I'm still broken. I want to be good for you, I want to enrich your life and make you happy, and not be responsible for you worrying and suffering. I want to be the calm sea on a sunny day, but today I am the deadly waves during a storm."

Damiano listened to me without interrupting. His brown eyes watched me keenly as I spoke, while my voice grew louder and fiercer until I was almost shouting because I was so angry and desperate myself that I kept getting in my own way.

After I had spoken the words, there was a silence between us. I walked towards Damiano, who was standing in front of the open balcony door, the moon shining through the ripped cloud cover and illuminating his chest, making him look paler than usual.

He looked as if he was not of this world, beautiful and desperate.

The storm was raging outside, lightning was flashing across the sky and I didn't know what else to say to make Damiano understand what he was getting into if he wanted to be with me. I wanted to protect him, for his sake, from me.

It was when the thunder let out its loudest rumble yet that Damiano turned to me and spoke.

"You said maybe time will pull us back together again. Don't you think that time has come now? Don't get me wrong, I would gladly spend a lifetime waiting for you to come clean with yourself so that you can love me like you imagine if that meant we could be together again, but I don't know if we can ever be like other couples, I don't know if I even want that. Your past is a scar that you will carry into your future, you can't forget it, just like I can't forget you.", his voice was low.

"I'm not leaving you just because you're broken, I want to pick up your pieces and help you heal. You always act like it's impossible for me to be with you because you're so broken, but it matters what I think, it matters if I'm capable of having you in my life, and I am! I wouldn't have it any other way, Coraline!"He left me speechless. His loud and angry words sounded like pure poetry and they were meant for me alone.

I hadn't even noticed how the tears began to run down my cheeks, but they did. Silently and secretly. I felt the salt water of the tears on my lips. I was the sea. This sentence had burnt itself into my brain so much.

"But you said it yourself, Damiano. You said it in this song. Sea is inside of me and the sea drowns everything that comes near it. I don't want you to drown in my waves!", I spoke again much louder than before, Damiano's and my tempers were heated and like the storm that was raging outside, a storm raged between us.

"Well maybe my love for the sea is greater than my fear of drowning", his voice was raspy, rough and loud. Angry.

I sobbed as he crossed the distance between us, his hands finding my cheeks and wiping away the tears that ran down like a river. The startling gentleness of that touch was in harsh contrast to the angry words that had left his lips.

While the storm raged around us, Damiano lowered his head and looked into my eyes.

The deep brown was unfathomable, the pain and desire was in them.

"Coraline," he whispered much more softly than before, then his lips met mine and I was overcome by the most incredible feeling I had ever felt.

It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like it was. His lips kept gently brushing mine, I felt the love he had for me with every touch. The thunder, no matter how loud, died away in my ears, while it felt like there was only Damiano and me in this universe.

I don't know how long we kissed, how long our lips met again and again, doing the dance of our lives, until Damiano broke away from me and rested his forehead against mine.

"Do you understand what I mean now?" he asked me with a slight smile, his breath quickening and I was sure his heart was beating just as fast as mine.

"Yes, yes I understand what you mean. I'm so sorry Damiano, I only ever wanted the best for you.", the tears had dried up but they seemed to come back into my eyes as I said this. The sheer magnitude of his love for me made me want to cry.

"The best thing for me is to be with you, Coraline.", he whispered and kissed my lips again, this time very briefly and light as a feather.

"I love you, Damiano," I said sincerely, looking into the eyes that I loved so much.

"And I love you, Coraline. Always," he replied so softly that I almost couldn't hear it anymore, then he put his lips on mine again and it felt like the hole in my heart was finally closed.

I wasn't healed, I was still broken, but I had Damiano, he loved me, and I loved him. Together we could do anything.

poem credit: n.m. sanchez

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You're Thomas' first. // Soft Horny Smut with Thomas Raggi x Reader!

prompt: yep, you're Thomas first sex experience. it's not meant to be kink, but knowing me like I do, this turned out to be pretty descriptive. pls give my writing a chance and reblog if you can :') I'd appreciate that a lot, ty <3

warnings: it's 2,6 words of pure smut tbh.

He had a calm look over you, serene eyes, features relaxed enough to bring you peace too. You stood on your tiptoes, watching how the dim light in the room made him so handsome, and then you kissed quickly the corner of his mouth. He grinned, tripping over his own feet, but then recovered, getting rid of his baggy jeans. The wine had made his lips flush, as flushed as his cheeks were before your almost naked body, and when he pulled his hair back behind his ears, showing freckles, so small as they spread across his neck and contrasted with his earrings, you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“You look cute,” he sounded out of breath. You hadn't even touched him.

“You do too,” you whispered, feeling your throat dry in advance. Your eyes roamed over him, enamored with his shrugged shoulders and loose white hem underwear right under his red tattoo. His attention was on your face, in a cutely shy smile. You felt kind of out of it being so obsessed with him like that. “Can I touch you?”

“Can I too?” He wrinkled his nose, so purely. You bit your lip avoiding a silly expression. “I mean, of course you can.” He concluded, a little paralyzed as he watched you get rid of your bra.

The fabric went to the floor, along with the other pieces of clothing. He had even the tip of his nose red, in sheer excitement. Taking a step toward him, you ran your hands over his chest, feeling him suck in air to his lungs, then watching you run your fingers down his tattoos, waist and happy trail until you were inside his underwear on the sides. “Thomas, babe. You've seen my boobs before, you don't need all that. No ceremonies.” You joke, glad to know he could tell that comment was just you being nervous.

“I always will,” His long fingers touched the skin of your neck, bringing goose bumps to your figure. He held you close, pressing his other hand to your waist, and kissed you slowly, making you sigh at the contact. You lowered the fabric, leaving him free for you. Soon, his touch was all over you, even though he was still timid, it was comforting to see how much he was into you. You held his hand, guided it to your lace, and then he understood. Freed from the pieces, he took a step back, just as you and the silly smile on both lips said it all.

“You’re pretty, god,” you said, holding and releasing his arms that crossed almost involuntarily in front of him. “Don't you dare hide from me.” Your feet went on top of his and he didn't hesitate to hug you, breasts touching, breath mingling, you kissed him, holding on to his blonde locks, still tasting the alcohol on his tongue.

“Are you sure?” You asked, forehead on his. His eyes were already so dark, yet full of adoration. You wanted to cling to him and be strong as a capsule to protect him. “We can kiss and cuddle if you want, all naked. I won't be putting clothes on you again.” You stated, in a playful tone. Your hands were on his shoulders, eyes level with his, but it wasn't as if you couldn't feel him half hard and breathing heavily at your touch. Yet, as much as you crave it, you would never cross that line.

He sat, almost throwing himself, on the bed, pulling you against him, right on top of his chest and lap, crushing your body into his, and agreed in short words that everything was fine. You nodded anxiously, seeing him smile with teeth that reminded you of cute rabbits for you. Your body had warmed up and you already swore you were sweaty.

You let your knee touch him, moving your leg up so your thigh was rubbing against him. He held his breath, without much sound. Lifting his hand to touch you, you stopped him. “This 'bout you, 'kay? Just lie back and relax, let me do that at least for today. I'm yours forever whenever you want, but just for tonight.” You said, making him stiffer at your serious, deep voice. You doubt he had paid any attention to the words themselves. But it was true, he could touch you later, but for now you wanted to make him feel good. “You got me, right baby boy?” You finally touched your hands on him, pushing your thumb lightly into his crown and feeling him throb around your fingers.

“Yeah, bunny.” His voice was shallow as he shifted between the pillows.

“Good,” you praised, clearly still nervous amid your little confidence. You wanted it to be good for him. He looked restless, hands clutching the sheet beside him. You pumped him for the first time, making a relieved moan come out of his lips that remained parted while his back sank deeper into the mattress. You loved knowing you were the reason of that. “You’re so hot.” You added pressure, running along his entire length for the top to just push back. His hand gripped your wrist, in the lightest possible way, just following your movements between the little bucks his hips made. He was solid hard, nerve-veined and tip so red it made your mouth water. His size was inviting, and you were sure if you dropped him, he would rest beautifully on his stomach. “I will taste you, is that fine?” He opened his eyes, a little frustrated at the sudden lack of contact. You were shifting between him, pushing back your hair, while he went harder, if that was even possible, because of you.

He got up on his elbows, giving you a better look. Heart in his chest felt funny and he wondered briefly if you'd find him good at oral. He wanted to be good to you too but he would try to think of it at the right time. Communication is key, he remembered hearing it on some television announcement, it seemed valid.

“Thommy?” He felt your lips on his inner thigh, sucking at the skin that soon turned red. He didn't feel pain, but it did sting and he found himself craving for more. Your kisses roamed his groin, threatening, making him even more eager by getting closer to where he needed you the most, only to hurt a hickey on his lower belly. He liked how happy you were to see that he matched what you were doing just so well, it was exciting. He couldn't help but groan at all that. “I asked a question, babe.”

Your eyes were on him, just as your hands were firm on his thighs. The sight he had of you, with your hair messed up about to be turned worse and darkened lips, really put him in a trance. “I need you. Please, bunny.” He doubted you'd heard him, but then, after lubricating your lips into a smile, you blew air on his tip, pushing him into your mouth, making him sure you did. He wanted to close his eyes, enjoy every moment, still, he would never commit the crime of not watching you resting your eyes at the urge to make him feel that way as your warm was being wrapped around him so good, letting him feel himself right at the back of your throat. “Fuck,” he muttered, not holding up and jerking his hips in your direction. You held him in place, pushing his stomach down. Looking at him, you used your hand to work where your mouth couldn’t fit, and then let your lips leave him, slowly but painful, in a sweet trail of pre-cum and saliva pooling on your tongue.

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking great,” You whispered, breathless. His bangs were plastered to his forehead and his face was redder than ever, you felt proud. “You want some?” You ran your finger along the edges of your lips that were dripping, bringing it to him. Without breaking eye contact, you made room on his lap, sandwiching his length not letting him get inside you, then he held your wrist and sucked your finger on his velvet tongue until it was clean of his juices. “Good boy.” You said, being unable to look away from him.

“I want to be good for you as well,” he held your waist while you failed not to brush your wet center against him, who probably couldn't take it anymore. “Tell me how, bunny. Please.” He sounded desperate. His fingers cupped your waist, going to your ass to pull you closer to him. His movements were smooth and his attention was all yours. He made you feel special even when it wasn't about you. “I need to feel you.”

“Are you sure?” You gasped, feeling suddenly nervous. What if he didn't like having sex with you? “People say first times are not good, so I’m sorry in advance, I think.” You took hold of his shoulders, looking at him fondly as if you weren't running down your thighs.

“It's already being perfect, bunny. I'm practically begging for you to take me.” He chuckled awkwardly, showing the wrinkles in his eyes and scrunching up of his nose that you love so much.

You laughed at the way his words came out stuttered, actually feeling like kissing him all over. Nodding, you raised your hips, hugging him as you touch your nose to his, sharing every inch of you. Keeping doubts, just as he was doing, and questions to yourself, you felt your belly being warmed, making room for his length as he filled you up. From his lips, you had never heard such an addictive sound before, you had reached the conclusion that you would do anything to hear it again. Your legs weakened slightly and you found yourself gasping for air. “Fuck,” you let your body relax, just like he did.

“I’m fine, bunny. You can move if you want to.” He said softly, brushing his lips against yours as one of his hands that were at your waist went to your cheek.

“I’m glad to know, but, I’m, huh—“ you blinked, your throat drying up. “I need to get used to it, you're quiet a thing.” You closed your eyes, hearing him laugh, not exaggeratedly but sweet, as if he was proud to hear you think he was big. Which really was true.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, brushing his hairy arms over your breasts, which he grabbed and squeezed making your mouth drop on a silent moan. Feeling encouraged, he delimited your nipple with his thumb, pulling a little to himself and then pinching them until he felt your hips moving against him ready to fuck his sanity away. “Do you like it when I play with them?”

You just shook your head yes, all breathless already. He looked like a kid with his favorite candy at a fancy store. Then, he kept working on your rigid nipples.

You braced your hands behind his thighs, squeezing yourself around him as you took your body up and down in a calm rhythm. Both moans echoed through the room, making you even more agitated. His black-painted nails dug into your skin and you wished you had them being marked there as a souvenir, even if it was just for a few days. You let your eyes go to his again and you found yourself biting your lip as you came across his tongue between his teeth as he stared where you met, and you didn't judge your boy, it was so sexy to watch him slide past your juices while having your pussy squeezing around him in such a perfect way.

“Jeez, this is so much better than imagining you with me when I'm alone.” He said it like it was a thought coming out loud.

Looking for more stability, you hugged his neck, getting very close to his face. Your heart felt like it was going to run out of your chest, it was going so crazy but you needed it so badly. His fingers keep sucking you down hard and with great difficulty you asked, “Do you treat yourself with me in mind?” He nodded, cheeks flushing even more. That was a great encouragement to dive into him even more, you picked up the pace, knowing he couldn't take it, because poor boy had never had pussy before, he wouldn't last much longer. “You fuck your pillow pretend it's me who you’re exhausting?” you asked, voice shaky with tiredness but aware of your effect on him. The thought of watching his body sink into the sheets as he moaned your name was really motivating. “'Cause I got my fingers deep into me in the dawn pretending to be you.” He groaned loudly, yet hoarsely. His head was thrown back, unceremoniously. His mouth fell open in a soundless void while his eyes were tightly closed. You've never felt so good while being filled with cum. “Good boy.” You kept swinging your hips over him. You could see in his grim eyes how sensitive he was. It was addictive. Feeling him run down you, you clung to him and worked on his cock a few more minutes, with him meowing, until you felt him hug you even tighter when your body were trembling as you got there a little after him.

“Fuck, you’re too good,” He brought his palms up to his eyes, pressing hard, not quite knowing what to do with his trembling body, he was out of control as you moved through your orgasm. His mind was clouded, and he was happy to know that you were his and that he would have it more often. It felt so much better than he'd expected, so much better than thinking about you when he only had his hands. “Bunny,” he sighed, allowing himself to admire your expression getting calmer, body growing limp as it landed on his chest.

His whole body tingled, yet he didn't hesitate to snuggle you. Both breaths were messy, and as much as it looked like it, he still found himself wondering if you liked it.

“I’m sore,” you laughed, vibrating comfortably into his neck. Your lips touched the skin under his ear, he expected to have a mark of yours there later. "God, I'm love with you. I love you, it was too good." You declared, something he already knew. He was already used to you. He smiled back adoringly, looking around with a flushed face. "Don't you dare avoiding looking at me." You said frowning, funny. He loved the effect you had on him, in every way, but he wouldn't let you know that.

"Never," he remained with his hands on you as your body fell to his side. Just then he realized how hard he had come, his mouth watered at the thought that he was still impregnated in you, he already missed you. His lips kissed your nose, cheek and then lips going to your shoulder. You had closed your eyes, running your fingers through the hairs on his body until you reached the hairs on the back of his neck, you were enjoying that way too much. "I love you too, this is being perfect."

"Being?" You still didn't open your eyes, you were tired.

"I mean," he gasped a little on his saliva. "I want you to let me touch you," you looked at him, his face dubious but pleasant to admire. "You just need to guide me." He concluded, making your mind go to what it would be like, not that you hadn't thought of it a thousand times before, having his long fingers stretching you out or looking between your legs and seeing his lazy eyes, messy blonde bangs as he got drunk in you.

Feeling your legs wobbly, damp again between your thighs, you nodded. "Yeah, of course I can do this." You whispered quietly, focusing on him and how his attention was on you. Your hands roamed along his arms, then his fingers reached for you, rubbing your juices with his fingertips. Without you saying anything, just following your breath as he massaged your clit, intensifying as your sighs commanded him to do so, he continued, waiting for your next instruct. He would keep all that in mind while making you good under his touch.

You looked ungodly, he intended and wanted to keep going for such a long while. He couldn't wait for the next day, waking up with you stuck and sleepy in his arms and him knowing exactly what to do. Just like he've been already looking forward to that after not seeing you for weeks because of some tour. You would be his new addiction. You had done it to him.

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 23 of ??? [parts 1-22]

NSFW🔥 for sluts only, nasty, kinky fuckery

° Damiano David/female reader insert  

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You removed your high heeled shoes during the elevator ride up to your floor - unable to stand their punishment for another second. Your night out with Max had lasted much longer than you had anticipated and the fatigue you were starting to feel was inevitable. You were more than ready to peel off your false eyelashes and stop feeling the pressure from the underwire of your bra.

It had been Max’s idea for the two of you to go out, because a gay club that she loved was closing down. This was being marked with a drag show, a huge amount of local performers coming out for their last time on this stage.

Prior to the show starting, you had taken a break from dancing with Max (and some new friends you were making) to message Damiano. He was currently home in Italy and you wanted to let him know not to wait up for you to come home, you were in party mode, you intended to have a damn good time.

Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. He had responded. I’ll just keep it to myself that I miss you.

Aw. I miss you too Daddy. You had enough time to send this message before you were grabbed by Max, taken to do some bright-coloured shots, with names that had gotten increasingly funnier as the night had gone on.

Then the show had begun - the music blasting as different acts took to the stage in varying styles. One drag queen performed Björk, another had six outfit reveals during the course of a single song. A Pokémon-themed number had made you lose your shit. There were drag kings in the mix. Some performers knew their lyrics better than others. You lost count of all of the times you saw someone do the splits.

With regular intervals, Max had made sure you had a glass of wine in hand for most of the night. During one of these times that she was gone at the bar, some of the friendly people you had met struck up a conversation, wanting to know how much of the show you planned to watch. When you had said that you weren’t sure (you and Max were just taking the night as it came), there was a scramble from all of them jumping in to give recommendations of which acts you had to see. They had given you close to the same line - ‘you can’t leave without seeing…’, each completing this statement with a different performer's name. You had agreed with all of their enthusiastic suggestions, ready to keep the night going.

Not long after that, you had received a new message from Damiano. I think I’m gonna go to bed, he had told you. You had exchanged ‘I love you’s and wished him sweet dreams. You checked the time before slipping your phone back into your handbag - 1AM.

About an hour later, another message came in: isn’t it past your bedtime? You hadn’t hesitated with your response: since when do I have a bedtime? He had soon sent something back: silly kitten, you don’t make or control the rules.

Before you could begin to work on your reply, Max had leaned in, getting your attention. “Should we head off soon?”

One of your new companions had heard this over the music and they jumped in to answer for you. “You can’t go yet. You’ve gotta see Glue.”

“Glue?” Max repeated, her brow in a deep crease.

They had elaborated, talking about how Glue was an amazing and unique drag queen. As you listened, you had returned your phone to the darkness of your bag. You made the decision to leave Damiano on read. It wasn’t polite, but you hadn’t felt bad about doing it. He was very keen on having you home with him, but if you made him wait, you could make him want you even more, getting you a more exciting reaction to your return.

Thinking about him calling you a brat due to this behaviour didn’t intimidate you or make you feel like you should change your tactic. If you were being a brat, it was because you could.

You had become thoroughly distracted when the show had started up again.

It had turned out that Glue was worth sticking around to watch. In a sparkly robe, with skull makeup painted on, she had been channelling a witch. There had been a lot of props on stage as she spent the duration of the heavy metal song theatrically concocting a potion, along with lip-syncing each lyric. The audience was brought into the act as she dusted her glittery potion upon spectators, as well as throwing toy frogs into the crowd.

But once she was finished, you hadn’t felt the motivation to head in the direction of the exit. You were still having a good time with Max and with no work responsibilities on the books for tomorrow, you wanted to keep soaking up this wonderful atmosphere.

“We’ll stay for one more song.” She had said to you.

At the end of the next performance, you had said the same thing to her. And it became a trend, the two of you sharing the phrase back-and-forth without showing any real interest in leaving the club.

It wasn’t until almost four o’clock that you followed through, both of you agreeing it felt like the right time to call it a night. Your ears were ringing when you had emerged onto the street, laughing at something she had said.

Then you parted, getting into different Ubers, with the promise to message one another once you were safely at home.

Sitting in the back of the car, you had opened your text conversation with Damiano again. When you hadn’t responded to the last message, he had sent a passive aggressive question mark. You didn’t acknowledge this, typing as if you were oblivious to the fact that you would be in trouble when you got home.

On the way home.

You hadn’t been surprised when his response came to you quickly, of course he hadn’t gone to sleep. You wondered if he had spent all of that time stewing while you had been dancing, cheering and laughing.

So you remembered how to get back here?

Some ways to respond had quickly come to mind as you looked at the screen of your phone. But you didn’t type out any words, you didn’t send him a single letter.

You had smiled to yourself, trying to guess at how many more spanks you had earned. Ignoring him would surely add more strikes to your overall punishment. Or maybe he wouldn’t get physical at all. You had considered this might be the time when he brought back writing lines, it felt like it had been a long time since he had taught you a lesson that way.

You unlocked the door to your home, certain that you still smelled like the club as you stepped inside. You had plans of fetching yourself a glass of water from the kitchen before seeking him out to face your consequences.

Immediately this was derailed. Because from your spot at the doorway, you could see straight into the lounge room, seeing that it was currently occupied. He was seated in the armchair, turning to look as you entered. Was he pleased to see you, relieved that you had made it home safely? You couldn’t tell, the only fitting word to describe his look was icy. He was already in character and it was time for you to catch up, to figure out how you were going to play it from here.

“Hey Daddy.” You greeted, approaching him.

“Hey yourself.” He said. He appeared mostly calm and collected, all of his simmering happening just beneath the surface. It was also the exact opposite of the energy that you had been surrounded by for so many hours.

“I thought you would be in bed.” You said. You stepped in front of the chair, it was close enough that you could have touched him, pushing his hair back from his face if you wanted to. But it felt like it would be incorrect for you to initiate the first touch.

“I couldn’t go to sleep while I’ve got something that needs to be dealt with.” He told you.

“Me?” 

“That’s right.” He said. “So you think that you can get away with ignoring me? No, you silly kitty, it definitely doesn’t work like that. Go and get your ass on the bed.”

You didn’t wait, at once following along with what he said. You quickly walked out of the living room, you weren’t drunk enough to stumble any of your steps. But you had had enough to drink that you were already feeling warm and giddy.

You dropped your shoes by the door and placed your handbag on the chair that faced your vanity table. You didn’t take any of your clothes off because you hadn’t been instructed to do so. You sat down on the unmade bed, facing the doorway.

He was soon coming in to join you. He walked in to stand at the foot of the bed, instantly enforcing his authority by looming over you. You looked up at him, feeling the titillating intimidation now.

He lifted his hand to your hairline, beginning to stroke his fingers through your hair, brushing nicely against your scalp. It was soothing and if not for the stony look on his face, you might have reacted with a smile.

“I hope your night out was worth it.” He said. “Honestly, I hope you had lots of fun, because from here on out, it’s gonna be…” His hand curled into a fist around your hair, tugging hard enough to sting as your head was forced further back. “...rough.” You clearly saw the fire in his eyes when he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “What’s your safe word?”

“Pumpkin.” You supplied instantly.

“Good girl. Don’t get too used to hearing that tonight.”

Your hunger was brought to the surface, allowed to be acted upon when his lips crashed against yours. His hand released your hair, moving to hold the back of your head as he sought a deeper kiss. Your hands went to his bare biceps, gripping onto him while his tongue was gliding into your mouth.

He pushed his body weight into you, resulting in you moving backwards until your back landed on the mattress. Without hesitation, and without breaking the kiss, he climbed on top of you. He massaged your tongue with his and you could feel how short of breath you were getting.

His arm reached around you, his hand going to the centre of your back. His fingers explored, refusing to settle in one spot. He ran his hand up-and-down your spine, his fingers grabbing at the material of your dress.

“Where’s the fuckin’ zipper on this?” He asked.

You took your hands off of him. “It’s on the side, here.” You found the tab and started to pull it down, loosening the dress.

“Oh.” He recovered from this fumble, getting the zipper the rest of the way down so that he could get the velvet dress off of you. He tugged it off of your hips and then you pulled your legs free. The next thing to go were your fishnet stockings. He made quick work of removing your bra and underwear. Now, in his cotton shorts, he had the most clothes on. You knew better than to try to get these off of him at the moment - you weren’t about to rebel against the dynamic he was establishing, you had done enough rebelling for one night.

He resumed his position on top of you, his forehead resting against yours as he came in close enough for a kiss. But this didn’t come. His eyes were fixed on yours while his hands explored your nakedness. It felt like your skin scorched in response to his touch, matched by the smoulder in his look.

“I’m gonna give you something that you absolutely cannot ignore. That’s how I’m gonna correct my kitten’s behaviour.” He told you.

You nodded as you licked your lips. But he continued to pass up the opportunity to kiss you, this time he moved off of you. He instructed you to go to the head of the bed, to lie as you typically would while he left the bed.

You watched him go over to the wardrobe, opening the door and looking to the spot where the box full of sex toys sat. The item that he wanted was seemingly at the very top, because mere seconds after looking inside, he was approaching the bed with a bundle of speciality rope. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face, showing you how much he wanted to get started on this punishment - you doubted there was a single other thought currently occupying his mind. You felt like the centre of his world.

“Hands up to the headboard.” He said, he was unwinding the length of black rope as he got closer.

You lifted your arms up above your head, lining your wrists up with one of the metal rungs of the headboard. You could see the boner developing inside of his shorts as he kneeled on the bed next to you, spotting this was just another drop to add to the hot pool of desire between your legs.

He fed one end of the rope around the rung, the approximate middle of the rope’s length rested against the metal bar. With each half of the rope, he created loops around both of your wrists. His hands were soft, as was the rope as he worked. He brought your bound wrists together, securing them in position with a couple of knots.

“How is that, it’s not too tight?” He asked, checking the look on your face.

“It’s good, Daddy.” You said.

Satisfied with his work, he moved onto the next step of his plan for punishment - this took him back to the toy box. With no time wasted searching or digging through the other objects, he plucked out the vibrating wand he had gifted to you so long ago. He carried it over to the bed, where he sat down facing you. You squirmed in your anticipation, unable to prepare yourself when you weren’t sure what he was going to do next. There was a pause before he turned the vibrator on, during which your mind raced, trying to fill in some of these blanks.

He pressed the power button and selected the speed he wanted (it sounded fast). Your legs had already been lying apart, but he grabbed your ankle with his available hand and moved it, creating a larger gap between your thighs. Then his hand went to your cunt and he used two fingers to push your labia majora back. You felt a shiver when your moist clitoris was exposed to the cool air.

He didn’t give you any kind of warm-up, just putting the toy’s vibrating head to your clitoris and all thoughts were ejected from your mind. Your heart launched into your throat as surprise flooded you. You were weak in response to the power of the toy, so many sensitivities were sparked to life in the same instant, it was too much for you to keep track of. Your jaw went slack as you struggled to adjust to the intensity.

“I have a question for you, babygirl.” He said. You forced your eyes open, looking at him through your daze as you tried to catch your breath. “How do good girls come?”

It was hard to think and it felt like your nerves were on fire. The words didn’t come immediately and you just stared at him, probably looking stupid right now. “Um, with their master?”

“No. Try again.”

You weren’t confident that you had the answer he was looking for. “Loudly?”

He sighed. “No again. You get one more guess.”

“Am I in trouble if I’m wrong?” You asked.

“No, this really doesn’t affect your punishment.”

“Good girls come, um…” Your eyes went up to the ceiling, as if the answer was written somewhere there. “Good girls come when they’re told to?”

“Yes.” He said, easing the vibrator off of you. “You’re right, they get given permission to come. And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, because you wanna be a good girl, don’t you?” You copied him and nodded your head. “So no matter how much fun you’re having, no matter how amazing Daddy is making you feel- you won’t come until you’ve got permission.”

“Uh-huh.” You said. “I would say that we could pinky swear on it, but that’s not the easiest thing for me to offer right now.”

“That’s okay, I can just take your word on it.” He said and you saw the movement as he started to bring the toy towards your cunt again. “Your wrong guesses didn’t affect your punishment, but coming without permission will definitely get you into more trouble. You understand?”

After you had nodded, he returned the vibrating wand to your clit, filling you with all of that intensity all at once. As everything inside of you swelled, you tried to maintain what remained of your composure so that you could consider what he had just said, what you had agreed to. He was hinting at another level of punishment, which meant that he had thought of doing more than just overstimulating your clitoral hood. He wanted to do more than use your wand against you.

But could you handle that? If you went to that next level, would you rise to the occasion, or would you fold pathetically? You couldn’t be certain, leading the intimidation to beating your curiosity, especially given how rattled you already were by the toy.

You squeezed your eyes shut when he began to wiggle the handle of the wand, prompting the head to rub against you so that you were feeling the intensity from all angles. He was making sure the head was reaching every inch of this area, bringing sensitivities into it all. This made your body twitch involuntarily a couple of times as you felt yourself on that invisible incline. You tilted your pelvis, taking the stimulations in deeper.

He moved the toy off of you and you let out a shaky sigh. But you weren’t without the vibrations for long. Before you had time to open your eyes, he was training the head of the wand to the area just beneath your navel. You couldn’t help squirming, unable to calm yourself down while you were feeling the vibrations down to your knees.

You steadily blinked your eyes open and found him carefully observing you. He was watching your building reactions with all of the interest that he would give a well-crafted TV show. He was keenly aware of what he was doing to you, and what he would need to do to get you to the state he desired.

“Can I say sorry?” You asked.

You had surprised him and the pressure from the vibrator eased off a little. “Because you want me to stop?”

“No.” You quickly said.

“Good.” He said with a smile and he pushed the toy into your skin again. Twirling the handle, he had the vibrator rolling side-to-side along the curve of the underside of your belly.

“‘Cause I am sorry, I wanna apologise for ignoring you.”

“It’s okay.” He told you. “I know you’re sorry, that’s why you’re letting me punish you. That’s why you’re gonna take it for me.”

Before you could say anything more, he was distracting you by moving the wand down. He soon had it back on your clit, at once redirecting your focus. Your chest swelled as the vibrations affected you on an immediate level.

He didn’t hold it still, letting you feel it all over your clit as he stroked you with it. He manipulated it in waves and the friction that this gave you had you craving more. You arched your back, very interested in gaining greater pressure.

You got invested in this feeling and you began to move your hips. You tried to match his rhythm as you sought to discover just how much he would let you get away with. He didn’t discourage your rocking and it felt so much better to be in motion.

Before you could get too settled into this, he was taking it away again. This time the vibrating head was going downwards, moving onto your inner-thigh to pulse against the muscle here. He kept it high on the leg, about an inch from your crotch, as if to hint at what the toy could be doing for you.

You continued to feel the tingling of your clitoris as the anticipation for more lingered. He rolled it up-and-down each of your thighs with you keeping your legs spread for him. Under different circumstances, this would have been a relaxing massage - but it did nothing to calm you down as you felt more blood pumping into your cunt.

You let more of your resolve crumble as he set the wand between your labia again. The desire was an ache inside of you and your hands were shaking. The wet noises from your cunt accompanied how he moved the wand, stroking it up-and-down between your folds, encouraging the sensitivities to spread even further. Your moisture was shared all over your cunt.

You loved how it felt when he moved the wand to its lowest point yet, letting it rest at your entrance. Your puffy lips parted, conforming to the bulb-shaped head. Your head slumped back, a choked sob coming from you as you indulged in this new sensation.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy getting all worked up like this. You’re taking it like the perfect toy and it’s driving me a little crazy.” He said, giving you a burst of pride. “Keep taking it for me.”

“I will, Master.” You whispered.

You grinded yourself down harder on the toy, dazzled by how this accelerated the passion inside of you. You wondered if this would be enough to get you off, if he left it there long enough as your hips enthusiastically stuttered in the air. It was promising and you would happily explore more of how it felt.

You weren’t surprised when he left you wanting more, the wand taken away. You drew in a shaky breath, letting go of your frustration over not being allowed to access that next level of pleasure. You were still being kept from becoming complete.

You felt his arm wrap around you as he moved in closer. This was so that he could press the vibrator against the small of your back, which wasn’t enough to distract you from how wet you were.

Your eyes opened at the feeling of his breath warming your face. He was looking down at you,  very amused by your current state. You could feel how much you were blushing, unable to hide your neediness with him staring straight at you.

You gave an excited whimper as his lips met yours. You savoured the feeling of him so close, letting yourself get a little lost in his kisses. Your fingers burned to be running through his hair, to get to experience more of him.

You were ecstatic when his hips met yours and you expressed some of your neediness in your movements. You were happy to get to grind against him, lining your slit up with his covered cock. You didn’t spare a thought to getting into more trouble for spreading your cum on his shorts. Because you were hardly aware of the fabric, just concentrating on how good this felt to be almost going through the motions of fucking. His tongue gliding into your mouth felt like an invitation to carry on.

The wand’s vibrating head moved down lower, with him guiding it onto your butt. He followed the line of your asscrack with it, inviting you to feel the vibrations in a new way, from an angle you would have easily overlooked. All of this served to get you feeling even hotter, adding to the tension that would need to be worked out of your pussy.

He didn’t stop moving the wand until he was almost at your entrance. Less than an inch from the hole, in this hidden spot, he held it. You were soon whining against his mouth, teased by the enduring almost of this moment. It was almost in the right place and it was almost enough to take you higher.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” He asked, giving it a little wiggle without letting it get any closer to your cunt.

“Uh-huh.”

“I know it does. But you’re not about to come without permission, are you?” He asked. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep taking it for me. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.” You whimpered in response to hearing that. “I’m really not.”

You had stopped trying to grind yourself on his cock, now you were wiggling back onto the vibrator, seeking to get more from it.

But before you could truly tap into this potential, he was taking it away. At the same time, he was peeling back from you, shifting his body weight away. You kept your eyes shut, trying to gather yourself amidst this feeling of so many frayed nerves.

He was startling you out of your daze when he brought the toy to one of your nipples. Your legs flinched and you briefly sobbed, your whole system given a start. He pressed it against the hardened peak and it was like a white hot poker right to the core of your being. Your throat clenched as you struggled to comprehend this intensity. 

“Kitten…” He whined, making those two syllables go on for much longer. “All these noises, you’re just…” He placed the vibrator on your other nipple. “I was gonna wait to fuck you, but you’re making it… I can’t wait.” You raised your head, daring to hope that he was about to put an end to this torture, that he was about to let you progress. “You are making it literally too hard.” He turned the vibrations off and took the wand away.

You opened your eyes to find he was in the middle of taking off his shorts and briefs. You took in the sight of his freed dick, looking forward to something new. Your eyes darted from his face to his cock and back again as you decided that you didn’t have a preference over what he did next, you were simply enthused by the prospect of him making another move.

He settled himself down again, sitting off to the side of your knee, instead of climbing on top of you. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, instead of laying a single finger upon you.

You watched him start to jerk himself off and you were feeling a little dumbfounded because it didn’t look like he was prepping himself for you. It looked like he was comfortable in his current position, oblivious to you as he settled into his ideal pace.

His breathing was coming in heavier as he looked up at you. “Do you see, babygirl? Do you see how ridiculously hard you’ve made me?”

“I do.” You responded in a small voice.

“You’re so sexy that you’ve disrupted my plan.” He said. “But we can adapt.” With his available hand, he picked up the vibrator again. He switched it back on. “You get to enjoy more of your vibe while you watch.”

“Watch?” You repeated unhappily.

“Yep.” He moved a little closer so that he could reach you with the toy. Its buzzing head was brought to your pubic mound, immediately creating a pressure that couldn’t be ignored. “You’re gonna ride that edge a little longer for me, okay? Not too much longer, don’t get so pouty. Just a fraction more edging, that way you’ll be nice and grateful when I get you off.” You bit into your bottom lip as you thought about how much gratitude you could show if he let you come right now. “I said don’t pout. Now, you don’t have to smile, but you do have to tell me that you’re still down for this and that you want to finish your punishment.”

You did your best to draw in a deep breath. “Please punish me more, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Hearing him say this was just as soothing as having him caress your forehead - it was a little inspiration to keep at it.

He had the wand steady, pressing it right up against your pubic bone. You squirmed through the building sensitivities, feeling the threats to your resolve from every possible angle. It seemed like all of your body was attuned, a desperate harmony that cried out for the climax.

You couldn’t help moaning as those consistent vibrations kept you so weak, kept promising more. And you watched as he chased for his own serving of more. His hand kept at his dick, starting to draw wet sounds. As he worked, his hips moved, with him going deeper into his tempo. His eyes were darting all over your body, not wasting a single piece of inspiration.

The clenching of your inner-walls felt pathetic, even though you couldn’t help it. You were stuck with just recalling the feeling of that cock driving into you as deeply as you needed it. You watched the motions of his strokes, imagining how it would be to have your pussy stroking him instead. Before too long you were lifting your hips, rocking into the relentless wand. You weren’t trying to match his speed, but you craved movement, you needed to get some of this energy out.

“Fuck…” He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he got faster in his rhythm.

Your eyes locked onto his tip as you saw how it started to leak. You put more power into your hips, feeling yourself getting closer as you bought more into the fantasy of fucking, getting caught up in the sensations that typically came with it.

“I’m close.” He said. “Can I have your mouth? Please let me shoot into that pretty mouth.”

“Yes, Master.” Having him in your mouth was the next best thing to having him in your cunt. You were craving his taste.

He stopped caring about the vibrator and you didn’t lament losing its pulsations. He took his hand off of his dick as he came toward you, figuring out his next move.

“I’m not gonna untie your hands.” His voice had lost most of the earlier harshness.

“Okay.”

“But I’ll hold this hand.” He said, placing one of his hands in yours now that he was close enough. “And you give me three squeezes if you need to breathe.” You were nodding as he got into position over your face, placing his knees on either side of your head. “Or you can just give me a kick if it gets too much.”

You didn’t refuse any aspects of his advances, just opening your mouth as you loosely wrapped your fingers around his hand. With him so close to your face, you were given the scent of his pure lust, a hint at what was to come. You extended your tongue over your row of bottom teeth, watching as he shifted and secured his balance.

He angled his hips and brought the head of his cock down to your tongue. He was looking into your eyes as he moved his shaft down your tongue, your saliva mixing with the moisture that was already coating him. He moved for the warmth of your mouth and you obediently wrapped your lips around him.

You could feel how he was throbbing as he eased more of his length into you, his eyelids beginning to flutter. He didn’t go all the way in, not striving to overwhelm you straight away.

His hand held yours a little tighter as he pumped forward, then back again. He worked himself back-and-forth, your slicked lips rubbing him as he established the tempo that suited his needs. You stayed with him, all of his reactions adding to the arousal that dominated your experience.

He was soon using your mouth almost as quickly as he had been moving his hand. You kept your cheeks drawn in as he locked into his goal. You weren’t craving your own stimulations, that had faded from importance, his climax clearly more significant. The pleasure that you derived came from being used, came from being exactly what he needed right now.

“Fuck…” He moaned.

His available hand reached down, collecting some of your hair between his fingers. You were feeling the extra warmth in your mouth as his dick started to leak more consistently.

“Make me come and I’ll give you the next load in your pussy. We’ll come together, okay babygirl?”

You had to find a way to agree that wouldn’t require you to take him out of your mouth. You sucked your cheeks in more, willing to sacrifice your ability to breathe easily for the moment. You also lifted your tongue to press against the underside of his shaft as he kept at this pacing.

The wet insides of your parted thighs twitched as you felt the burning desire to watch him fall apart. You could tell that he was getting close to losing himself when his hips unpredictably jutted forward a few times.

“Mmn, mmn…” His whining was getting louder as he grinded harder into your face. His eyes squeezed shut as his chest expanded and the hand holding your hair gripped tighter. Your world froze as you watched, desperate to see him move into that ecstasy.

He threw his head back as his body weight rocked forward. The cum surged into your mouth, heavy drops sliding straight down your tongue and into your throat. You kept your lips tensed around him as his half-coherent moans filled the room.

You began to move your tongue against him, making something of an effort to clean his dick. He let go of your hair, but his hand in yours squeezed. You massaged your tongue all over the shaft filling your mouth as he steadily caught his breath.

“That wasn’t how I planned it.” He said, withdrawing over your messy lips. “But you just…” He moved off of you, putting his butt on the mattress. “With every noise that you were making, it had me questioning why I was working so hard to keep control, ‘til I got tired of not having an answer.”

You had thoroughly licked your lips, but you could feel how wet the immediate area around your mouth still was. You turned your head, bringing your face to your elevated arm. You used your bicep to wipe off the lower half of your face, rubbing back-and-forth. When you were done, you saw a couple of streaks from your purple lipstick mixed in with the combination of spit and cum.

You didn’t hesitate to set your tongue to work cleaning this up. His cum was the beginning of your reward and you wanted to savour every bit of it. You heard his little excited gasp when he noticed what you were doing - all without being asked to do so, you were feeling very much like a good girl. You enjoyed having his taste coat your tongue for a while longer.

“Should we revise what you learned earlier?” He asked.

It took you a moment to realise what he was hinting at. “Good girls come with permission.”

“Uh-huh, and are you ready for your permission?” He asked, moving closer.

“Yes, Daddy.” You said, your breath coming in faster as he climbed on top of you, this time placing his body over yours. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kissed you, undeterred by the taste of his own cum. The time spent without the vibrator hadn’t seen any dulling of your desires. Just because you’d had the chance to catch your breath didn’t mean you were any less turned on than you had been when he was in the middle of punishing you. All of those sensitivities lingered, just waiting to be rediscovered by him.

You remained so close to that edge, exactly where he wanted you. Your whimper was muffled by his lips when the head of his hard shaft began to spread your swollen pussy open.

So much of your body was attuned to his movements that you were feeling it beyond your cunt when he moved in deeper. It seemed like every fibre of your being had been awaiting this penetration.

“You look so good like this.” He said in a husky whisper as he started to rock his hips into yours.

“You think that I look good takin’ that dick?” You sought to clarify. “I’m glad.”

“That goes without saying, babygirl. I meant how pretty you look with your makeup all ruined and running.” He said as his eyes moved across the features of your face. “You looked hot all made up at the start of the night, you always paint yourself to perfection. But there’s somethin’ about how you look right now- unf, it’s doing things to me.

“Your lipstick is absolutely destroyed. All that pretty shadow under your eyes is streaky, so much is smeared. And it’s beautiful. And it’s the perfect representation of how much I’ve corrupted you. I can see through the facade, I can see how much you’ve let me ruin you.” He said. “And it’s so sexy, it’s so…”

You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer as you tilted your pelvis. “Corrupt me more, I want more.”

He picked up speed, spending more time buried deep into your cunt. “I will, oh I fuckin’ will, I will, I will…”

He got faster again and it became difficult to think amidst all of the sensations that his persistent thrusting was stirring up. Your walls spasmed and clamped around him, with every collision feeling better than the one that preceded it.

You shut your eyes as your whole body felt full of tingles, pulsing in your desperate state. Your hands were shaking and it was consistently getting harder to hold back the overwhelming conclusion.

“Please.” You burst out, ready to give in to your monumental orgasm.

“Yes babygirl, yes.” He moaned, his stamina remaining as he finished you off with some more pounding. “Come for me, come.”

You cried out in relief, so glad to let it all go. As you were moving into your perfect moment, the clamping down of your cunt was enough to take him over his own edge. Buried deep inside of you, this new wave of cum was unleashed.

All that you could do was go limp, you were spent in every sense of the word.

“Oh my fucking God.” You gasped as you finally felt him loosening the rope around your wrists.

“How do you feel? Are you alright?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands.

You opened your eyes to find him looking you over with eyes full of concern and you wanted to get rid of that as quickly as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m- I’m alright.”

“Good girl.” He said, giving you a kiss on the forehead, reinforcing the fact that the scene was over. “You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can get you, yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I think I need a cigarette after all of that.”

You drew your arms and legs up to your torso as you continued to work at catching your breath. You were still feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t know how to even begin coming down.

In the process of finding his pack of cigarettes and lighter, your inactivity had caught his attention. He walked back over to the bed. “Hey, how are you feelin’?”

“I- I’m alright.” Your mouth felt dry as you talked. “I just-... it can wait ‘til you come back from your smoke.”

He sat down beside you. “No, no waiting, tell me now.”

You couldn’t explain it but there was a shyness that you felt as you gradually lifted your eyes up to his face. “Can I have cuddles?”

“Fuck yes you can have cuddles.” He said as he quickly laid down with you. He scooted his body in closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes, this is perfect. I like how safe I feel in your arms.”

He was gently stroking your hair back from your face, moving the strands to rest behind your ear. “That’s good because you are safe in my arms. You’re safe…” He kissed you on the cheek. “You’re valued…” He kissed your other cheek. “You’re respected…” He switched back to the other cheek, but this time his kiss was placed much closer to your lips. “You’re understood…” He mirrored another kiss. “And you are fucking adored.”

His next kiss went directly onto your lips. You shut your eyes, caressing his cheek as you enjoyed a subtle warmth blooming in your belly. You marvelled at how fast he could help you feel less unsettled in your own skin.

“And if you’re not feeling all of those things, then I’m not doing my job as your dom.” He said.

“It’s not that I don’t feel those things. It’s just such a big rush of emotions and the crash after the adrenaline- I guess it caught me off-guard. And the alcohol probably doesn’t help all of that.” You said.

“How much did you have?”

“Uh…” It felt like you were looking back further than just a few hours ago. “Three glasses of wine and some shots.”

His eyebrows raised. “Some shots?”

“I don’t remember specifics, Max was buying them.” You said. “But one that we had was called a purple nurple.”

“And was it nurple-y?” He teased.

“Um, it was purple.” You said. “Anyway, my point is that me getting discombobulated is not a failing on your part. Maybe I just need a little extra aftercare tonight.”

“Awesome. You know that I’m always down for aftercare, I’ll aftercare you into next week. As much fun as I have during our scenes, I wouldn’t rank that time above this.” He said as he traced his fingers up-and-down your spine. “I love getting to take care of you and nurturing you like this- it’s honestly so good for me too. I like the feeling of us restoring the balance.”

You didn’t doubt that he meant what he said, but you still sought another piece of validation. “You like it so much that you don’t mind me keeping you from a cigarette?”

“My pet is far more important than any cigarette.” He said.

“Because I’m cuter than a cigarette?”

This earned you a chuckle from him. “Yes. On the long, long list of things that you are cuter than, is cigarettes.” He gave you another kiss. “Was there another part of aftercare that you had in mind, or are you only about the cuddles?”

“Actually, can you do me a favour?” You asked, prompting him to immediately nod his head. “On my makeup table, it should be out with the other stuff- can you get the box for these lashes?” He started to sit up. “I’m desperate to take these off. It feels like butterflies have landed on my eyes.”

He walked over to the disorganised mess that was your makeup table. “Well they look very pretty and they didn’t move a single inch.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I made sure I glued that shit down properly.” You said. “Do I really look like the kind of chick that would go to a drag show with a wonky eyelash?”

“No, you do not.” He said, returning to the bed with two things in hand. He showed you the pack of face wipes. “I figured I could help you take the rest of the makeup off.”

You were pulling one of the false eyelashes off of your lid as you sat up. “Thanks, but I’m probably better off just having a shower ‘cause I’m gonna need coconut oil to get this eyeliner off, it’s the heavy-duty shit.”

“Should we shower? I’ll cuddle you in there too.”

The two of you went into the bathroom. While he was getting the shower water to the perfect temperature, you stepped up to the mirror to inspect the makeup he was so taken by. Immediately you were laughing at what you saw. You were such a mess, it appeared that you had been partying for days, or that you had started trying to wipe your makeup off, only to get bored and fall asleep not even halfway through the process.

You commented that you didn’t understand how he could call you beautiful in your current state, a fucking dumpster would look more put together than you. At that he had rushed to your side, kissing you on the cheek before launching into an explanation of how your natural sexiness shone through. It seemed that he had an endless amount of sweet words to tell you, ready to counter all of your self-deprecating statements.

He was still talking when you stepped into the shower with him. Under the pleasantly warm stream of water, he took the lead in removing your makeup. You held the jar of coconut oil and he dipped a portion of the washcloth in, tenderly wiping this across your face, one section at a time.

“Can I tell you about my night?” You asked.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dying to get the full story. You sent me, like, two Snapchats when you first got to the club, then nothing.”

You did your best to keep everything in chronological order as you shared what you had experienced within the doors of Honcho. You told him about the best drag performances, sharing details of the outfits and repeating any funny comments you had made at the time. You described the friendly people you had met (becoming mutuals with a couple on Instagram) and you explained how you had been convinced to stay so late.

“I’m sorry, I just wanna make sure I heard you right…” He cut in. “Did you say Glue, this queen was named Glue, that’s the whole name?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You said. “Do you not like it? I love it, it’s hilarious.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just really random.”

“That’s what’s so great about it. So you wouldn’t go the silly route if you were picking a drag name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh, I think my drag name would need to be something super slutty.”

“‘Cause you’d be-”

He started talking in the same second, your words somewhat synchronising. “Because I would be a slutty queen.”

“-a slutty queen.”

He smiled at that. “Ah-ha, so you’re familiar with my work?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on stage two or three times, I guess.” You joked.

You started trying to come up with the perfect name for his drag queen alter-ego, brainstorming aloud. You attempted to combine the word slut with common names and he joined in. You were both laughing as the practice seemingly became a competition to come up with the dumbest thing.

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could you do something between the lines of reader being Ethan's s/o but sometimes having a thing with Vic? but, like, not cheating, they all know and are cool with it 💗

Smoke on the room

Ethan x Reader X Vic

A/N: ok so this is my first måneskin fic, i am very new to their fandom but anyway i hope y'all like it! I still don't have a link to the måneskin requests but for now they can send me messages!! <3

"It's not like she's the worst singer in the world, Thomas!" Damiano pulled a cigarette from the wrapper. "Miley is just better."

The cigarette package now passed through everyone's hand, and taking out a cigarette and lighting it - lo seemed to all of us a cooler activity than listening to Thomas and Damiano arguing about Lana Del Rey and Miley Cryus.

"It would be better if you two would shut up." Vic spoke up lighting probably his third cigarette of the night.

The large collection of bracelets on her arm made pleasant noises as she did so, it was the only sound, along with Damiano's voice muttering some swear words, that could be heard inside the tiny booth of a nightclub that was used as a dressing room for the band.

Ethan's fingers traced small involuntary circles on the exposed skin of my arm, and in his other hand he held the cigarette and removed it from his lips, throwing his head back to release the smoke.

"I think I prefer Lana Del Rey too." I spoke as Thomas handed me the lighter and soon after we slapped our hands together in a high five.

"You guys are the worst." Damiano raised his middle finger at us as he stood up and shook his empty beer bottle, "I'm going to get more booze so I can put up with you guys!"

"You saw he took your guitar, right?" Ethan asked Thomas.

"Shit!" In less than 10 seconds the guitarist was on his feet running and screaming trying to find Damiano, probably remembering the time the lead singer hid his guitar after they had argued about which was the best Toy Story movie.

Vic dragged the chair from the small table they were using as a dressing table with an eyeliner in his hand. "Can I?" She asks Ethan as she sits down on the other side of the couch.

"You're going to stick it in my eye anyway, Vic." Ethan smiles taking just one more drag before turning his face to her.

"And you love it!" Victoria laughs as she begins to outline his eyes.

"A little." He laughs for a second before Vic tells him to stand still so she doesn't miss.

I smile at the scene as I settle down on the couch releasing the smoke from my cigarette.

"I'm done!" Vic smiles satisfied as she holds Ethan's face and turns him to me.

"I loved it." I smile at Ethan and he leaves a quick kiss on my lips.

Vic smiles at both of us and stands up going to the dressing table again. "Now you, signora." She jokes letting the little bit of a Danish accent show.

"No, thank you. But I'm not a rock star who is going on stage from here" I stop talking to look at my watch on my wrist and then look back at her and smile. "15 minutes!"

"Come on! It's quick." Vic smiles and slaps the chair in front of her. "And without the cigarette."

I roll my eyes playfully and pass my cigarette to Ethan, who will soon be done with his.

As I sit down in the chair, Vic starts rummaging through one of her purses and turns to Ethan.

"Nude or Red?"

"Hmm, red" He replies throwing what's left of his cigarette into the ashtray.

"It's not the least bit feminist for you to ask a man to choose the color of my lipstick" I speak laughing at her.

"You're too indecisive to choose between two things." She takes the lipstick and winks at me.

I smile as she approaches me.

"Mouth closed, girl!"

There's no controlling some goosebumps I feel when Vic runs her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my neck.

I look at Ethan out of the corner of my eye and see my boyfriend smiling sideways with a cloud of smoke around him.

"You guys want more drink?" He asks getting up from the couch, scooping up some ash that fell into his pants.

"I'll have a beer." Vic speaks stepping back a little to take a quick look at Ethan.

With my lipstick still close to my lips, I reply "Same."

Ethan smiles at us and turns toward the door.

Victoria continues to dab the lipstick on my lips for a few seconds and when she moves a little closer and holds the back of my neck a little tighter I can't resist playing with the gold details on the hem of her shorts.

"Don't unfocus me." She runs her thumb around my lower lip.

"Sorry." I smile lightly against her finger.

When she finishes wiping, she takes a haul of paper to clean her fingertips, but doesn't pull away. Our knees still touch, and if she were to bend down our mouths would do the same.

And she does just that when I look at her again after turning to the mirror on the table.

She holds my chin and looks at my lips.

"Did you like it?"

And when Vic's lips slowly touch mine I can't remember to answer the question.

"Won't that make the lipstick smear?" I whisper against her mouth.

"It dries fast."

I place one of my hands on her waist, playing with her feel and the other goes up to her blonde hair. When our tongues are occupied with each other, all you can taste is beer, nicotine, and the strawberry essence of lipstick.

When Vic makes mention of sitting on my lap, I end our kiss, smiling at her and holding her waist.

"You have five minutes to get on stage, bass player." She looks at me incredulously at first but then laughs and pulls away as little as possible.

"I hate you." She smiles turning to the table to touch up her gloss.

"Damiano! There's no way I can play guitar without the guitar!" Damiano enters the dressing room as Thomas follows him.

Ethan enters right behind holding three bottles of beer, one half full and the other two full.

Vic walks past him and takes one of the bottles, kisses him on the cheek and walks out the dressing room door. "See you on stage, kids!"

Before I can grab the other bottle, which Ethan extends in my direction. Damiano steps in front of me and takes it. "Thanks, honey!" and heads toward the door as well. But he doesn't leave before he yells. "Don't even think about having sex now, Ethan Torchio! We have three minutes."

"Yes! And you still haven't returned my guitar!" Thomas runs after Damiano for the second time in the night.

Ethan laughs with slightly red cheeks and holds out his beer to me. I take a sip and hand it back to him.

He approaches me smiling and runs his finger along the corner of my mouth, "It was a little smudgy." He smirks, losing his shyness from seconds ago.

I slap his arm lightly and kiss him.

Ethan smiles at me and kisses the top of my head before intertwining our hands. "Let's go, babe"

#maneskin #måneskin #damiano david #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #victoria de angelis #vic de angelis #ethan x reader #vic x reader #victoria x reader #fanfic #one shot #oneshot

[definitelynotdamiano]

Måneskin shot by Francis Delacroix

#i knew the new ones were shot by him too hehe and he just confirmed on his ig #thank you sir #maneskin #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #måneskin #mine #francis delacroix #mammamia

[written-on-the-trees]

In Here With Me - Damiano David Imagine

A direct sequel to Hot Chocolate Kiss - if you haven't read that one, I do recommendit so that this makes more sense.

Prompt: Blanket Fort

Summary: Now it's finally the weekend, and she has her boyfriend Damiano back, Bethany's looking forward to getting over a terrible week. And it seems Damiano is going to do everything he can to help her do just that.

Find it here on Ao3, find the rest of this year's imagines (the two I've written so far, anyway) here, and find last years imagines here.

The next morning, Bethany woke up to an empty bed, and the sound of someone swearing in Italian in the living room.

She wasn’t that surprised; even though he went to bed late, Damiano was an early riser (how that man functioned on so little sleep, Bethany did not know), and although he tried to be quiet…well, there was a long list of talents that Damiano possessed, but being quiet was not one of them. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wake her up, but she didn’t mind. Whenever he woke her up, it was usually doing something interesting.

Or terrifying.

Either way, she decided pretty quickly to get out of bed and go and find out what it was that he was up to. It was almost midday, anyway, well past the time she usually got up. Last night had been…a lot, and she was more than ready to start a new day and move past it.

Not bothering to put on anything other than the t-shirt she’d slept in, Bethany grabbed the duvet off of the bed and wrapped it round herself before she wondered out into the hallway. She could hear Damiano clearer right now there wasn’t a shut door between them; muttering under his breath and shuffling things around.

She crept in, wondering what on earth he was going with the mountain of sheets he was leant over – but before she could get a good look, Damiano somehow clocked she was out of bed, and turned to see her standing in the doorway:

“Tesoro!” he beamed, dropping everything in his arms and crossing the room to pull her in for a warm hug: “I thought you were still asleep.”

Bethany nuzzled her face into his neck, smiling at the familiar smell of Damiano in the morning – faint body wash and faded cologne: “I just woke up.”

Damiano pulled back, looking concerned: “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I think I was ready to wake up anyway.” she shrugged…before smirking: “Although waking up to your dulcet tones swearing in the living from was definitely something.”

“Ah, tesoro, mi fa male! You wound me.” Damiano grinned, looking about as un-hurt as one could possibly be: “And after I did all this for you.”

He stepped back, making sure to grab her hand before she let it fall back to her side, before gesturing grandly around the living room.

The living room that had been transformed into a warm, wintery wonderland.

Bethany had already put up the tree, decorated in silver and gold, and put up warm white lights in the window, but Damiano had added so much more.

The coffee table had been shoved up against the sofa – or, at least, Bethany assumed it was the coffee table hidden under a mound of pillows and blankets…and she assumed it was her sofa that had been turned into a honest-to-god, grown-up-sized blanket fort. Somehow Damiano had arranged the chairs from the dining table and a sheet weighted down with books to create a cozy looking nest over the sofa and coffee table. It event looked like he’d included ‘doors’ that could be brought down after they were inside to close out the world.

It looked amazing.

“Dami, this…this is amazing, how did you manage all this?”

Damiano preened at her awed tone, looking for all the world like a cat who got the cream: “Sono fantastica, tesoro.And I would do anything if it meant I got to see you smile.”

“You are amazing.”

Somehow Damiano puffed up even more. If he’d looked like a cat who got the cream before, by now he looked like a peacock…but he’d earned it. And Bethany wouldn’t change him for the world. Her Damiano was brilliant and arrogant and cocky and amazing. He was perfect.

“Grazie, tesoro. You are too kind.”

Bethany smiled at his faux-modesty: “Well, if that’s what you think…”

Damiano cut her off with a kiss: “What I think is that you’re perfect. And that you need to get your cute arse into that blanket fort while I go and get the snacks.”

Damiano gave her a gentle nudge towards the blanket fort – and a gentle swat on the backside when she turned her back on him.

She gave him a playful glare over her shoulder, but his grin was unrepentant as he went out to get snacks. Bethany didn’t have time to give it much thought; the moment she ducked her head into the blanket fort, she was awe-struck all over again.

Underneath the heavy blanket that made up the roof of the fort were rows of warm golden fairy lights that give the inside an absolutely magical feel. The fluffy blanket from last night had been spread across the bottom of the fort, giving them a soft, warm cozy place to lay – as if all the cushions spread out at the far end of the space weren’t enough.

The whole thing was beautiful.

Bethany couldn’t believe Damiano had managed to set up such a beautiful fort on his own; this would’ve taken her the help of at least two people. It was so beautiful…

“Scootch up, tesoro.”

Bethany had been so enchanted by the blanket fort she’d forgotten to get all the way in: “Dami…”

“I know, I know, it’s almost as beautiful as me.” he winked at her, before holding out a tray of snacks and a bottle of her favourite rosé: “Take these, I just need to grab two more things.”

He was back a second later, a laptop on another tray balanced precariously in one hand, and more blankets draped over the opposite arm. He shook his head when she tried to take the laptop, clearly determined to manage the final stages of his plan…and although it took some careful maneuvering, he managed it.

He grinned proudly when he got inside the fort, laptop still on the tray and blankets still securely over his arm. Bethany couldn’t help but grin back; he was so cute when he was so proud of himself in contexts like this, the expression innocent and sweet.

It was enough to make her heart flutter – and Damiano wasn’t even done. He urged her back to recline against the cushions at the other end of the fort, and spread a blanket over her legs, before giving her the tray of food and the laptop so he could close the ‘doors’ to the fort behind him, leaving them illuminated only by the fairy lights above their heads.

In this light, Damiano looked like an angel: gilded by warm yellow light…albeit a clumsy, awkward angel shuffling around on his knees as he put her favourite film on on the laptop and got under the blanket with her.

Bethany smiled – curling herself into Damiano’s side the second he threw an arm around her shoulder, and giggling as he fed her a strawberry off of the plate in her lap. It didn’t have the flirty undertone it usually had when he fed her something; instead he was leaning in peck her on the forehead, the kiss affectionate and sweet. It wasn’t their usual dynamic…but that didn’t mean Bethany didn’t enjoy it.

If anything, it felt like exactly what she needed after the last week: including her awful crying jag last night. It was new, but it was comforting. Soothing.

It was perfect. Literally so perfect that Bethany was content to stay curled into Damiano’s side, watching the film with him and occasionally picking a bit of food off of the snack tray for herself or Damiano, or taking a mouthful of wine. The silence stretched out between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and neither of them spoke until the film’s credits were rolling:

“Did you like your surprise, tesoro?” he murmured, nuzzling his face against her hair.

“It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” she replied with complete honesty, turning to bury her face in the side of Damiano’s neck.

“Amore mio,” Damiano responded, sounding uncharacteristically serious where his face was buried in her hair: “I would give you all the stars I the sky if I could…as it stands, all I can give you is fairy lights under a blanket - ”

“And they are more than I could ever want.” Bethany interrupted, pulling back to look Damiano, so he would know how serious she was: “You just being here, being you, is more than I could want. All of this? It’s the cherry on top.”

Damiano raised a hand to cup the base of Bethany’s skull, his fingers threading through her hair: “I’m sorry wasn’t here for you when you were struggling, tesoro. I know I’m away a lot…but I’m not going anywhere now, not before Christmas, and not before the new year, I promise you. And I’m going to make it up to you for not being here when you needed me.”

Bethany wasn’t able to help herself: she leant up to kiss her sweetheart of a boyfriend. Their kiss slow was slow and sweet and gentle: both of them pouring as much emotion as they could into their connection, until eventually they had to pull apart to breathe.

“Ti voglio tanto bene, amore mio.” Damiano murmured, staying so close that Bethany could feel his lips brushing against hers when he spoke, feel his breath ghosting over her skin.

As if his words alone weren’t enough to make her melt.

Unable to help herself, she leant in to kiss him again – just a chaste peck – before whispering back: “I love you too.”

#Damiano David #Damiano David imagine #Damiano David fanfic #Damiano David fan fic #Damiano David fanfiction #Damiano David fan fiction #Damiano David fluff #Damiano David one-shot #Maneskine imagine #Maneskin #The Trees' Christmas 2021 Writing Collection

[literallymitch]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐃.𝐃

Requested: No

Summary: You’re on Tour with Damiano, but he becomes distant.

Pairing: Damiano David x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst

a/n This is a song imagine to Little Mix’ “Love me or leave me” if you want you can listen to it while reading. Please keep in mind english isn’t my first language. I’m happy about feedback of any kind.

You used to tell me that you loved me once What happened? What happened? Where is all of this coming from? What happened? What happened?

Since I just finished uni, I decided to go on tour with my boyfriend Damiano and his Band Måneskin. We have been together for over a year now. Throughout the time the Band became like a family to me. Vic, Ethan and Thomas called us their cool parents sometimes because we acted like ones. Well sometimes Damiano was acting like a five-year old too, but I love that goofy side about him. In fact, I love everything about him. Our relationship felt like a beautiful dream. A dream I never want to wake-up from.

Lately things changed. Damiano became kind of distant and cold. I am not the only one who noticed that. Everyone in the team noticed. They asked me what was wrong with him, but I knew just as much as them. Damiano rarely talked to me. He didn't even say I love you anymore. He used to do that at least once a day. I had no idea what was wrong. We did not have a fight nor did anything else happen, what could have caused this.

You say I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong You're lying and you know I know Baby, what have we become? What happened?

I decided things could not go on like this. I approached him when he was sitting alone in their dressing room.

"Bub what is wrong? You've been so distant lately. The others and I are worried."

"Don't worry everything is fine." He lied and left the room.

He knew that I knew he was lying. I know him too good for that. After a while, I asked him again. Seeing him so distant from everyone broke my heart. He was usually like a little ray of sunshine that made everyone smile. Now I rarely see him smile. The only time he seems genuinely happy is when he is performing. I really started to worry, so I asked him again.

"Love seriously what's wrong. You know you can always talk to me."

"Babe listen I am just a bit stressed right now ok? I need some time for myself so if you excuse me."

The passive aggressive tone in his voice did not go unnoticed by me. Before I could even say something else, he was gone again.

You can take this heart Heal it or break it all apart No, this isn't fair Love me or leave me here Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Love me or leave me here

I was already lying in bed while Damiano was still in the shower. After our "talk" today, we haven't really talked again. Prior to the show I wished him and the others good luck, like I always do. I only got a small smile from him that did not even seem genuine. I really have no idea what was wrong. When did we become like this? We used to tell each other everything.

Before I could think about it further, Damiano came out of the bathroom. He laid down next to me without even acknowledging me. He turned to his side, his back now facing me. I felt my heart shatter at that moment. No good night, nothing.

My mind wandered back to time he used to hold me tightly in his arms, kissing my forehead every now and then. Telling me about his day until I got too tired. He would kiss my temple one last time and whisper  a 'Good night I love you angel'. Again I asked myself what went wrong. I also turned to my other side. The first tears already creeping down my cheeks. Slowly I cried my self to sleep, thinking about things were just a month ago.

Do you remember when you loved me once? What happened? What happened? And you'd hold me here just because What happened?

When I woke up the next day, Damiano was already gone. I checked my phone and decided to get ready since we would leave for the venue in 20 minutes. On our way there I sat next to Thomas who showed me a pretty funny video on YouTube. My good mood went away just as quick as it came when I looked at Damiano. He was staring at his phone while he listened to some music. I looked back at Thomas phone watching the video. Well at least that's what I tried to do.  My mind kept wandering back to old memories Damiano and I made over the past year.

At the arena I tried to talk to Damiano again. I didn't even care if we just talked about the weather. I just wanted to talk. I just wanted to have him close.I wasn't even sure if he still loved me or even wanted me in his life.

"Bub do you have a-"

He just walked straight past me not even paying attention to me at all. At that moment it felt like someone just ripped my heart out of my chest and stumped on it. I rushed outside and sat down on some stairs that where close to the venue. I started crying. Memories flooding back into my mind.

"Do you want to join us on Tour?"

Damiano and I laid on the couch in his living room watching Heathers. My head rested on his chest and I looked up to him.

"Are you serious" I asked him in total disbelieve.

"Yes I am. You're done with Uni now and I'd love to have you around. I'm pretty sure the others would be happy as well to have you there with us!"

"If that's so then YESS OF COURSE!!" I said while pulling him into a hug.

Damiano looked in my eyes and I could see the adoration he had for me in his eyes.

"God I love you so much angel."

"I love you too bub"

Then he showered me in kisses showing me how much he loved me. I felt like happiest girl in the world at that moment.

The tears were just streaming down my face now thinking back to this moment. Back then he still loved me. Back then he still wanted me in his life.

I don't know how long I have been sitting there crying but after what felt like an eternity, Ethan came to me. He didn't say anything. He just pulled me into his arms rubbing my back. I sobbed into his shoulder, trying to let out all the pain I felt in my chest right now.

" I-I don't know what to do anymore. It's like I don't even exist to him anymore."

"I noticed that too and you don't deserve that at all. You are so lovely and supportive, like you are always there for him being his number one supporter. I wish I could tell you what got into his head but I can't."

"At this point I don't even care why he's acting like this anymore. I just want to have him close again. Not being able to be near him is slowly killing me."

"I understand y/n. You know I could beat his ass, you just have to ask. We both know I would beat him in an 1 vs. 1."

We both started laughing. Ethan really is the sweetest human being on earth. Like he usually wouldn't even hurt a fly, but he would literally kill for a person he loves.

"Thank you Eth. I feel better now, but I don't think I will stay for the show today."

"You really don't have to thank me for that. I'll get someone that will bring you back to the hotel, love you sorella."

We used to never go to bed angry But it's all we ever do lately You're turning away like you hate me Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Oh

As soon as Damiano stepped into our room, I could see that he was mad. I don't think I've ever seen him like this before. I looked back at my phone not wanting to provocate him even more.

"Oh no, don't you dare to ignore me now!"

I looked up from my phone being completely confused. He is the one ignoring me for almost two weeks now, he has no reason to be mad at me now.

"Don't look at me like you don't know what you did. You really had to put on a scene back at the venue. Ethan told me before the show that you left, because I didn't talk to you because I was busy and that I'm a bad boyfriend for treating you that way. Are you really that selfish that you had to start all this drama just because for once not everything was about you?"

Those words hurt me bad, but they made me even angrier.

"Selfish? You are calling me selfish? For the past year I did nothing but support you and the Band! Besides, I didn't even have to tell Ethan that you're treating me like I don't even exist right now, he figured that out himself. You don't even notice that you're treating everyone around you badly at the moment. You've been avoiding me for the past two weeks and since last night you completely ignored me. Everything just got too much today ok?"

"Well maybe I'm ignoring you because you've been extra annoying lately."

"How can I even annoy you when you don't even talk to me Damiano? Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes I am. I wish I wouldn't have asked you to join us on tour because all you do is stir up drama."

Ok that one really hurt. I looked in his eyes trying to figure out if he regretted saying what he said, but all I saw was anger. When I didn't say anything he just shook his head and went into the bathroom. I went back to bed turning away from the bathroom door. Just like last night the tears rolled down my cheeks again. When he came out of the bathroom I thought he would apologize for the things he said a few minutes ago, but he didn't. Instead, he just turned away again. I hated how things were right now. I hated that I started thinking he hated me.

Love me, baby, please 'Cause I could still be the only one you need The only one close enough to feel you breathe Yeah, I could still be that place where you run Instead of the one that you're running from, ooh

It has been almost a week now since Damiano and I had our fight. We have not talked since that night. He didn't even look in my direction anymore. Everyone knew something was up between us but no one dared to say something. I spent a lot of time with Vic, Ethan and Thomas. They often asked if I was okay. My answer was always the same a simple "Yes". I'm glad they didn't ask more questions since that only would break me even more. They just tried to cheer me up which I was very grateful for.

I thought a lot about Damianos and my relationship. Knowing that he just had to say a word and I'd be back in his arms again. I really wanted to be the person he felt like turning to whenever he felt down. I wanted to be the person that celebrated all his victories with him. I just wanted to be his person.

Lately I've come to the realization that  maybe I'm not his person. Maybe he doesn't want me to be his person. I hated that I did not know where we stood right now. It killed me. I was just waiting for him to give me his all or take it all away from me. It couldn't go on like this. I couldn't let him have this control over me and my emotions. It should be me deciding about my happiness and not him.

So even though I was still hoping he'd come to me and apologiz, so we could talk things through and be happy again, I made a decision. I was sitting in backstage with the other three when I completely made up my mind.

"I'm going to leave and head home today."

You can take this heart Heal it or break it all apart No, this isn't fair Love me or leave me here Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Love me or leave me here

"Damiano can we talk?"

He was sitting in our hotel room looking at his phone.

"Not right now I'm busy.", he didn't even look up from his phone. Tears started to form in my eyes. This one would hurt badly.

"Damiano I'm going home now"

With a shocked expression he looked up from his phone. Finally looking in my eyes again after weeks.

"What do you mean, amore?"

"I mean that I'm going home now. The Taxi will be here any second."

"But you can't leave!"

"Why? It's not like you want me here anyway and I'm done seeing those pitiful looks from the others."

"Of course I want you here. I am sorry that I've been acting like I did the past few weeks Tour really got on my nerves. Please don't leave" tears were forming in his eyes now too.

He tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled it away.

"No Damiano you can't just treat me like shit for weeks and then just apologiz. It doesn't work like that."

"I know angel. Let me make it up to you. I'll do whatever you want just please stay."

He tried reaching for me again and again I pulled away.

"It's too late for that now. The only thing I want right now is that you give me some space. That shouldn't be to hard for you I guess.“

I could see how his heart was breaking and it broke mine even more. I hated seeing him like this but right now I had to think of myself. This whole thing already broke me enough, I couldn't let it destroy me.

"So are you breaking up with me?" he sounded so broken I just wanted to run into his arms and kiss him.

" Honestly I don't know. I just need some time for myself now."

I wiped away my tears and grabbed my bags. I walked to the door. Looking back one more time.

"Goodbye Damiano."

Then I walked through the door leaving the boy that I thought I'd marry someday behind broken.

This is for the best.

part 2

#damiano maneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano david imagine #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi #damiano david angst #damiano david one shot

[mashtoncliffin]

ink // damiano david

pairing: damiano x fem!reader 

tw: tattoos guns, needles

summary: reader is a tattoo artist and damiano is a regular who causes reader to feel some type of way 

(a/n): this is a request which i loved working on! hope you guys like it! here’s my other damiano piece, and my ethan one! 

She looked at the clock as the sun was starting to go down. It was time for her to close the shop and go home, but she was waiting on her client who was known to be tardy. She sighed as she started organizing her tray, getting all the colors and tattoo gun ready. She heard the squeaky door to the tattoo shop open, and without looking she already knew who it was.

“Late as always Damiano,” she huffed, turning to meet a pair of tired dark brown irises.

He twisted the gold rings around his fingers as he cockily sat down on the chair without the girl getting a chance to say anything.

“I’m fashionably late, ragazzi. You should know me by now.” Damiano replied, running his tattooed fingers through his chocolate brown curls.

The girl caught a glimpse of hand and immediately grabbed it, squinting her eyes at the line work on.

“I could do 10x better than that.” The girl chastised, shaking her head in disapproval trying to hide the pain she felt. “Damiano, why didn’t you book me for this?”

He looked at her and thought for a moment, looking around the tattoo parlor. “I didn’t want to bother you, I was in Copenhagen.”

“Yeah, so?” She questioned him, confused at his excuse. “I could’ve flown out to you and done everyone else.”

“You’re booked with clients all the time.” Damiano sighed frustratedly. He picked up the tattoo gun and turned it on, the buzz of the machine was the only sound in the room, seeming to create a thicker tension in the room.

“Anyways,” the girl trailed off seeming to be lost in her thoughts. “What do you want to get? You never answered my texts.”

Damiano smiled, turning off the tattoo gun. He tightly grabbed the girl’s wrist, making the girl’s heart beat faster and faster. With the other hand, he pointed to a crescent moon on her wrist.

“That.”

“This?” The girl exclaimed, staring at Damiano in disbelief. “You sure?”

“100%.” His raspy accent assured her, as he patted her wrist. “I always liked it on you, so I want to get the same one. “Free hand it on me, I trust you.”

Without saying a word, the girl prepped Damiano’s wrist biting her lip as she concentrated on getting the correct placement. She turned the tattoo gun on, her precision coming to her as second nature. Damiano closed his eyes at the first touch of the needles pricking his skin, but then relaxed as the girl gave him sweet words of encouragement.

She quickly finished, and carefully taped the small crescent moon. Damiano moved forward to take a closer look, accidentally bumping his head into the girl’s as she still had a hold on his wrist. She could feel his arm breath on her skin, her lashes fluttering under his influence.

Damiano looked her in the eyes and gently cupped her face with his newly hand. “I could stay here and have your hands all over me, even if it means I have to have a needle in me the whole time.”

The girl closed the gap between them, crashing into his pink lips as Damiano pulled her closer into him.

“Then don’t leave.” The girl breathed out, putting her hands in his luscious curls.

(a/n): tysm for reading thru, give it a quick reblog/like if you enjoyed it hehe

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