#Tommaso Ciampa fanfics

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Prompt 23 with Tommaso Ciampa maybe

Gosh this came out so cute!

Summary: The reader takes a nasty fall during a match while Tommaso is away. Tommaso sees the fall on TV and panicks.

Prompt: "Please talk to me. I need to know that you're okay."

NXT Halloween Havoc is well into its second night. You’re in the co-main event against Lyra Valkyria for the NXT women's championship with a ladder match stipulation.

Your match is supposed to start in about 10 minutes, so you’re hyping yourself up in the locker room. “Alright. This is it, Y/N! You’ve been waiting your whole career for this moment. Tonight, you become a champion.” You stare at yourself in the mirror.

A part of you wishes that your husband could be here tonight. But Tommaso is busy doing a tour in Europe with the rest of the Raw roster. He was on his way to Munic Germany last time you talked to him a few hours ago. But he promised to watch the show.

The time comes for your match so you head out to the ring. Shawn Michaels greets you at the curtain and wishes you luck. “Good luck out there, Y/N. May the best woman win.” He smiles at you.

You nod and head out to the ring. People chanting your name makes goosebumps rise on your arms as you make your way to the ring. You bask in the limelight before Lyra comes out and your music switches over. Lyra makes her way to the ring and the bell rings.

Your match is a hard-hitting endeavor. You and Lyra pull out all of the stops, neither of you willing to give up. Half an hour passes by and the ring is a mess. Broken and bent ladders are strewn all over the place, and the crowd is becoming rowdy. Vic and Booker are both on the edge of their seats as you and Lyra both make one last effort to retrieve the belt from its hanger above the ring.

One of the larger ladders is set up right below the hanging belt. You and Lyra are on either side of the ladder and both of you make your way up it in a scramble for the belt. You reach the top first and struggle to quickly remove the belt from its hook before Lyra can reach you.

“Don’t you dare! It’s mine!” Lyra shouts at you as she reaches the top of the ladder.

The two of you trade blows and wobble on the top of the ladder. You look like you might be able to stiff-arm Lyra down the ladder but before you can she hits you square in the jaw with an elbow.

The blow rattles you and causes you to lose your balance. You tumble down the ladder and sail past the ring ropes. You brace yourself as best you can as you collide with a table that Lyra set up earlier. The table crumbles under you and the impact is enough to disorient you greatly.

Halfway across the world, Tommaso jumps out of his seat when your body hits the table. “Holy shit!” He curses the air, eyes glued to the TV. “Come on baby, get up.” He begs the tv.

Worry starts to grow when you make no effort to remove yourself from the carnage of the broken table. Lyra celebrates in the ring with her newly won title while you’re laid out on the outside of the ring. People from the trainer's room start to file out, and Shawn is with them.

Tommaso watches helplessly as the trainers all swarm around you. Two of them help you out of the wreckage and to your feet, but it’s evident that you don’t look well.

“No no no.” Tommaso hurries to find his phone. “Please be alright. You’ve got to be alright.” He pleads with himself as he quickly dials Shawn’s number.

No answer. Tommaso tries the number again, and still no answer. And his worry only grows. There’s a part of him already about to pack it up and be on the next flight back to Florida. Another call, and again, no answer.

“Fuck! Come on! Pick up, Shawn!” Tommaso curses the air.

Again. No answer.

Panic starts to set in and Tommaso dials your phone number instead. The phone rings a few times before he hears your sweet voice on the answering machine. “Please answer me, Y/N,” Tommaso speaks into the phone. “I need to know that you’re alright.” He pleads.

Just when Tommaso is about to hang up and try again, someone answers the phone. “Tommaso?” A male voice answers.

“Shawn?” Ciampa recognizes the voice. “Shawn! Y/N! Is she alright? Please tell me that she’s okay!” He begs Shawn for any kind of answer regarding you.

“She’s alright, Tommaso.” Shawn answers and Ciampa feels relief wash over him. “She took a pretty nasty fall off of that ladder, which I’m sure you saw.” He explains. “The trainer is saying that she’s got a mild concussion, but nothing else serious.”

Tommaso breathes a huge sigh of relief. “Can I talk to her, please?” He asks Shawn.

“Yeah, give me a moment,” Shawn replies and the line goes silent for a moment.

Tommaso eagerly waits through the silence until rustling can be heard on the other end of the line, followed by your voice. “Tommaso? Hey, hunny.” You smile into the phone despite the fact that your whole body aches.

“Y/N! Oh, thank god.” Tommaso rejoices. “Are you alright? You scared the fuck out of me. Do you need me to come home?” He asks you.

“I’m alright, Tommaso.” You let out an amused laugh. “Trainers say that I’ve got a concussion so I’m out of action for a few weeks.” You add. “And you would not believe how much my body hurts. But I’m okay.” You assure him.

Tommaso smiles to himself at your enthusiasm. “I’m glad that you’re alright, sweetheart.” He repeats himself. “Why don’t you fly out and meet me in London in two days?” He suggests. “You’re out of action and I could use the company.”

“That sounds nice.” You smile to yourself. “The trainers are bugging me about being on the phone. But I’ll talk to you later, sweetie. Alright? Why don’t you try and find me a flight while you wait?”

“Alright. I love you.” Tommaso agrees.

“I love you too, Tommaso.” You reply and hang up.

[jmiehyter]

i can get behind a lot of fanfics for a lot of wrestlers but i will never physically be able to read fanfiction about tommaso ciampa in any capacity because he and my dad were workout buddies when i was younger and i used to babysit his daughter

[multifandombabesworld]

WWE OC #2 FANFIC/AU

Real Name: Natasha Maria Banks

Ring Name(s): Natasha Bee (formerly; 2012-2014), Tasha Marie (currently; 2014-present)

Nickname(s): Tasha (real life), Tash, Nat, Grape (when she had purple hair), Blue (with blue hair), The Goth Queen, Supernatural Princess, The Bad Guy (formerly)

Born: March 12th, 1994 (age 30)

Hometown: Phoenix, Arizona

Billed From: Phoenix, Arizona

Height/Weight: 5’7/125 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Light Brown (1994-2016), Purple (2016-2023), Blue (2023-present)

Family:

Ariel Banks (mother)

Evan Banks (father)

Stella Venus (younger sister)

Isabelle Hawkins (cousin)

Annabelle Hawkins (cousin)

Bailey Hawkins (cousin)

Jackson Wilson (cousin in law; married to Isabelle)

London and Paris Wilson (cousins; twin daughters of Isabelle and Jackson)

Marcus Wilson (cousin; son of Isabelle and Jackson)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Romantic Interest(s): Austin Theory (boyfriend; 2022-present), Finn Bálor (on screen/tv only; 2014-2016; a little bit of romance in 2018-2019), Unnamed ex boyfriend (2018-2021)

Children: None

Companies/Promotions: SHIMMER (July 7, 2012-March 26, 2014), WWE: NXT (March 27, 2014-July 17, 2016), WWE: Raw (July 18, 2016-April 22, 2019), WWE: Smackdown Live (April 23, 2019-October 13, 2019), WWE: Raw (October 14, 2019-October 8, 2020), WWE: Smackdown Live (October 9, 2020-October 31, 2021), WWE: Raw (November 1, 2021-April 27, 2023), Free Agent (April 28, 2023-February 1, 2024), WWE: Smackdown Live (February 2, 2024-present)

Face/Heel Turns: Face (July 7, 2012-August 14, 2014), Heel (August 15, 2014-June 28, 2016), Face (June 29, 2016-November 14, 2021), Heel (November 15, 2021-January 1, 2023), Tweener (January 2, 2023-February 29, 2024), Face (March 1, 2024-present)

Theme Songs:

First Theme (SHIMMER; 2012-2014)

Second Theme: (2014-2016)

Third Theme: (2016-2022; 2024/current)

Fourth Theme: (2022-2024)

Starts at 39 seconds into video

Tag Teams/Stables: Blood Sisters (with Stella Venus; 2019-2024)

Finisher Moves:

Stunner

Sharpshooter

Superkick

Signature Moves:

Moonsault

Big Boot

Bulldog

Submission Moves: Sharpshooter, Boston Crab, Cloverleaf, Cobra Clutch

Titles Won:

NXT Women’s Championship (NXT Takeover: London 12/16/15 against Bayley & Nia Jax after making Bayley tap to the Sharpshooter) Held for: 108 days (lost to Asuka at NXT Takeover Dallas 4/1/16 after getting knocked out by the Asuka Lock)

Smackdown Women’s Championship (Backlash May 21, 2017 against Naomi after making her tap to the sharpshooter) Held for: 92 days (lost to Natayla at Summerslam August 20, 2017 after tapping to the sharpshooter)

Universal Women’s Championship (Raw 12/23/19 in a 8 women battle royal; won after throwing Cassie Brown over the top rope and becoming the first ever champion) Held for: 105 days (lost to Cassie Brown at Wrestlemania 4/5/20 after getting hit with a chair and then getting hit with the Messysault or Bitchysault at the time) *1st reign*

Universal Women’s Championship (Raw 11/8/21 in a fatal four way elimination match against Aliyah, Natalya, and Dana Brooke; won after eliminating Natayla with a Stunner) Held for: 511 days (lost to Cassie Brown at Wrestlemania 39 4/2/23 after getting hit with a Messysault and getting pinned) *2nd reign*

Other Accomplishments:

Record for the longest reign as Universal Women’s Champion (511 days)

NXT Year-End Award - Female Competitor of the Year (2015)

Medical Conditions/Injuries:

Head Concussion

Facial Contusions (two times in career)

Sprained Ankle

Busted Lip

Torn ACL

Managers: Stella Venus

Has Managed: Finn Bálor, Stella Venus

Friends:

Rhea Ripley

Asuka

Bayley

Dakota Kai (off screen)

Cassie Brown (off screen)

Rosalie (off screen)

Megan Foster (off screen)

Austin Theory

Grayson Waller

Johnny Gargano

Tommaso Ciampa

Candice LeRae (off screen)

Indi Hartwell (off screen)

Maxxine Dupri

Kairi Sane (off screen)

Cody Rhodes (off screen)

Randy Orton

Kevin Owens

Sami Zayn (off screen)

Finn Bálor

Damien Priest (off screen)

Paige/Saraya (off screen)

Sasha Banks/Mercedes Moné (off screen)

Roman Reigns (off screen)

Seth Rollins (off screen)

Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose (off screen)

CM Punk (off screen)

Triple H

Stephanie McMahon

Shawn Michaels

Beth Phoenix

Edge

Dominik Mysterio (off screen)

JD McDonagh (off screen)

Jey Uso (off screen)

Jimmy Uso (off screen)

Solo Sikoa (off screen)

Tama Tonga (off screen)

Tonga Loa (off screen)

Nikki Bella

Brie Bella

Naomi

Chelsea Green (off screen)

Liv Morgan (off screen)

Scarlett (off screen)

Trained By:

Matt Bloom

Beth Phoenix

Cassie Brown

Shawn Michaels

WWE Idol(s):

Ashley Massaro

Eddie Guerrero

Beth Phoenix

Edge

Stone Cold Steve Austin

John Cena

Bret “The Hitman” Hart

Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart

D-Generation X

Facts:

Tasha grew up watching wrestling and her favorites were Stone Cold, DX, The Harts, and Ashley Massaro

Tasha’s first wrestling event was Summerslam in 2008 when she went with her parents and sister. Ironically, this would be the first PPV/PLE she would win in on the main roster

Tasha is good friends with singer Billie Eilish which is why she used her song “Bad Guy” as a theme

Her signature colors are purple and black and sometimes blue. She always comes out to the ring with a hooded cloak and mask

She is allergic to shellfish and is lactose intolerant

She has wrestled both men and women in her career

She was a cheerleader in high school and also took karate

Tasha doesn’t like any type of seafood mostly because she’s allergic to shellfish

Tasha has knee issues due to her tore acl from a year ago as well as slight ankle issues

She has 7 tattoos and a studded nose piercing

She owns a Siberian husky named Olive who is three years old

Social Medias: tashamariewwe (Instagram), misstashamarie (Twitter), thetashamarie (TikTok) *These aren’t real so don’t look for them*

A/N: Tasha is part of the same fanfic/au as Cassie Brown, can you read about as well. Cassie’s info is on my profile (you might have to scroll a bit to find it). I’ll be publishing about Stella, Megan, Rosalie, and Roxanne soon. Also The Hawkins and Jackson are OCs as well and I might make something for them. I haven’t decided yet.

[wrestlingfanficwriter]

Real Talk

This was a request from @blxxckheart so sorry for the wait. I hope you like it!

This is where the idea came from! We love to give credit where it’s due!

If you have a request please don’t hesitate to ask me.

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It was the night of the biggest NXT TakeOver in NXT history. NXT TakeOver Stand and Deliver was guaranteed to be a star studded spectacular.

Everybody had a match that they were looking forward to seeing. Like Cole vs. O'Reilly and Bálor vs. Kross but the one match most of the locker room wanted to see was Tommaso Ciampa vs. Walter.

That was the match you were most looking forward to. You knew it would be a hard hitting contest and you were hoping Tommaso would come out victorious.

You liked Tommaso. You liked the way he wrestled, you liked the way he looked, you liked the conversations the two of you had.

Now it’s not like you two were the closest of friends, sure you were friendly to each other but you wouldn’t consider it friendship. Tommaso was a hard man to figure out sometimes.

Like for instance he was extremely kind to you, always smiling and laughing with you. Then other times he hardly ever paid attention to what you were saying.

But despite that fact you still had feelings for him and you really wanted to see him win tonight.

His match was coming up next so you decided to find a place to sit and watch. A lot of the other women and men from the roster were all gathered together to watch what was sure to be a five star classic.

And that it was.

It was exactly what everybody was expecting a tough rough powerful championship match that didn’t end the way you wanted it to.

You watched the next match for a few minutes before heading off to find Tommaso.

You assumed he was in the men’s locker room, so you knocked on the door.

After a few seconds Tommaso opened the door with a confused look on his face. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

You smiled. “I wanted to congratulate you on a good match. I thought you did great”

He had a half of a smile on his face so you assumed you were doing something right.

“I didn’t win though”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, I thought you did great”

He smirked. “Well I appreciate that. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go shower so if you don’t need anything else.....”

You didn’t know why, but you felt the urge to finally shoot your shot after years of admiring from afar.

“Actually” You said as he was about to close the door. “Well....I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head recently”

“Really? What idea”

“Real talk, can I kiss you?”

Tommaso looked at you for a minute before he laughed. It wasn’t a rude laugh or hurtful but I genuine kind of laughter that made you laugh too.

“Is that how people ask to kiss each other now?”

“I’m not sure” you smiled. “But it’s how I do things”

“Well, I think I like the way you do things”

You smiled as you leaned up and placed his lips on yours.

His lips were a like rough but you didn’t mind. It was a simple kiss, everything you imagined it’d be.

After you pulled away Tommaso had a satisfied look on his face. “Well that was unexpected”

You giggled “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself”

“No no” he reassured you. “It’s perfectly fine, I’m gonna go shower now but I’ll be finding you later so we can talk more”

“Yeah that sounds great” you agreed. “See you then”

Before you left you gave him one last kiss before heading off excited to see what would come of this.

And Tommaso watched you walk away with a smile on his face.

__________________________________________ thank you for reading! I hope you all liked it! If you have a request please let me know!

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

can I get any nsfw headcanons for Tommaso Ciampa?

Yeah, happily. I’m not the most comfortable with Tommaso yet, but I shall try.

There probably won’t be a whole lot of these, if I’m being honest, because it’s like I said. I don’t know a whole lot about the man.. yet.

Life Edit: Short, sweet and to the point. I hope you like this!!! :)

Warnings:

This content is not made for children’s eyes. If you’re under 18+ you’re not even supposed to be reading this. If you’re not fond of sexual content, you won’t like this either. 

If you’re choosing to stick around, first of all yay, that makes me so happy! and second... here are some things you need to be made aware of... Dirty talk and blow jobs / body fluids / slight humiliation play. That’s pretty much it.

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                               [ FAQ  | TAG LIST DOC ]

Tommaso Is into some moderately kinky shit here.. Right off the bat, I can see him as being the type to kind of... take dirty talk to it’s highest and dirtiest form? And that sometimes, it almost feels like he’s playing to the way it turns certain people on to be humiliated and teased to a point where they’re a whimpering and wet mess? He’d call you his dirty little slut while grabbing a handful of your hair and guiding your mouth down to wrap around his cock. Fucking your mouth while he’s smirking about it and reminding you that he knows how wet you are right now, there’s no reason to even bother hiding the fact. He’ll be the one who has you touching yourself as he watches and jerks it, eventually cumming on your face or in your mouth.. 

“Oh, you like it princess, don’t even pretend you don’t...”

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Do It Yourself

Word Count: 281

Warnings: Death

Summary: This is somewhat of a monologue I guess. I hadn't written anything in a while due to some medical issues, and then one night, this just started flowing through my brain so I real quick wrote it down. It's unlike anything else I've written. --Set around the Gargano/Ciampa fued.

We need the bad times so we can cherish the good.

We need the heartache so we can recognize love.

We need the shiver of the cold rain so we can enjoy the sunshine.

We need to work hard to appreciate relaxation.

Right now, I'm working hard.

Shoveling dirt. Over and over. Harder than I thought.

Though after taking you down and digging the hole, it's understandable that I'm tired.

The rain doesn't help. Neither does the dark. But by morning it'll be worth it, and I'll enjoy my day off.

She'll be worried. Sad too probably. I won't be. You took her from me. It's only fair I take her from you.

Maybe she'll end up joining you. Who knows? I haven't gotten that far yet.

Hopefully with you out of the way I'll get my title back too. The one you stole. Like everything else, it was never rightfully yours.

Now we'll have matching wounds on our backs brother. Both daggers through the back and to the heart.

Mine was figurative. Yours created a bit more of a mess. No worries. The blood soaked into the wet soil nicely.

This really is a workout. Getting in my arm work done early. When I'm done I should really take a picture for the fans. You tried to snatch them up too. They remember our journey. They remember our laughs. They remember you turning. Now they'll have only me taking care of them.

Almost done taking care of you.

Just a few more shovelfuls of dirt onto your black heart and I'll be done with you once and for all.

We need the tears of joy to balance out the sadness.

[xfirespritex]

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Story Summary:

Based on an unofficial request/ suggestion from @sonjashuterbugjohnson

“Y/N is at a bar and this guy won’t leave her alone, keeps trying to buy her drinks. She goes up to Tommaso and his group, asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend, things go from there”

  Pairing: Tommaso Ciampa X Reader Warnings: Cursing, punching drunks and smut later on.

 I had come out tonight to meet some work friends. I was new to the area, having moved to Milwaukee for my job and it was only my second month in the area. A co-worker, Julie, had invited me to come out and meet some of her friends and while I was grateful it was difficult to enjoy myself when I realized that everyone was paired off. Julie’s boyfriend was there and there were two other couples. The other two singles girls were twins who were definitely more the party type and seemed to be looking for a good time with any of the guys there tonight.

I took a sip of my drink and looked around awkwardly. It was always stressful, being in a new place and not knowing a lot of people but, throughout the night Julie made it a point to include me which I was grateful for.

“I’ll go get the next round,” I said, looking at the group. They all cheered and Julie offered me a smile as I headed off to the bar. Squeezing my way to the front of the crowd I leaned across the bar top to wave a hand at the bartender.

Thankfully I was spotted quickly and ordered the next round. Sliding to the side to allow a larger guy to place his order I looked over my shoulder at Julie and the group. I held up a finger to signify that I was just waiting for the drinks when the guy who had slid in next to me finished placing his ordered and turned to face me.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing, ordering and paying for her own drinks?”

His breath stunk of alcohol and his eyes lingered far too long on my bust line. I leaned over to look at the bartender, hoping he’d get the sign that I needed him to hurry up. He didn’t see me and I sighed as settled back. The guy leered at me.

“Might like you needing to get your own drinks though, nice view when you’re trying to get service,” he smirked, his eyes glazed as they traveled over me.

“Sorry, not interested,” I said, feeling relief start to flood me as I saw the bartender coming my way with the drinks.

Grabbing the small tray I squeezed past the man and through the crowd, back to the table.

“What’s wrong?” Julie asked.

“Nothing, just a drunk hitting on me,” I said, setting the drinks down before sitting across from her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her drink, taking a sip as her eyes went to the bar.

“Well no one is coming over here so you’re okay for now.”

I nodded and took a sip of my own drink, again relieved that I hadn’t been followed.

However, when the music changed and Julie dragged me and the other girls to the dance floor all sense of safety was gone as I saw the same man coming towards us.

“Let’s dance,” he said, stepping into my personal space, letting his hot breath drift over my skin as he yelled over the music.

“No thanks,” I said, taking a step back.

“What’s the matter?” he asked and I could see his nostrils flair. “Not good enough for you?” he shouted over the music.

My heart began to race and I saw Julie turn to the table where the boyfriends sat and she waved to get their attention for some back up.

Realizing that the guys hadn’t seen Julie I blurted out the first thing I could think of.

“I’m already taken,” I shouted.

“Bullshit,” he growled back “Where’s your man, huh? No man would let his girl come out dressed like that without him.”

Anger flared in my veins. My black skinny jeans, boots and black halter top put my outfit in the top percentile for modesty in this place. To insinuate that I was any different, that I was looking for such attention, made me angry.

“He’ll be here in a minute,” I said, turning my eyes to the door of the bar.

“Yeah? I’d like to see the fucking loser.”

I turned and glared at the man before turning to the door and seeing a few guys making their way inside. Biting my lip I started towards the door, pretending I’d seen my “boyfriend.”

When my eyes fell on the muscular yet lean man coming in with the crowd I felt my heart skip slightly. He was good looking and even though he looked like someone you didn’t want to piss off I had to hope he was quick enough to play along and help me out.

Bee lining for him I kept my eyes wide with fear as I walked to him, hoping he’d get the message.

“You’re here,” I said, loudly, unsure if the guy was following. The man opened his arms when I did and I leaned into him, my hands on his shoulders so I could support my weight but let the embrace appear intimate.

“I’m so fucking sorry. There is a creep following me around. Play along? Please. I’ll buy you the fucking bar at this point.”

The stranger laughed and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me into a genuine hug and his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear as he responded.

“No problem. Not every day a beautiful woman just walks into my arms.”

I sighed in relief and pulled back to look at him and was taken aback at the bright blue of his eyes. “Thank you,” I said, offering a bashful smile.

His friends, to their credit just rolled their eyes and followed the man’s lead. His eyes fixated on something over my shoulder and I knew it had to be the creep. Kissing the stranger’s cheek quickly I turned and let my hands fall, as if it was normal, into his large, warm hands.

“Come on guys, you’ve got catching up to do.”

I tugged my savior along, hoping the big guy would just let it go but the odds were not on my side tonight.

“You know you got a real fucking cock tease there, don’t ya,” he said, pushing the guy’s shoulder.

I jumped back as the man released my hands and squared up with the larger man. I could see tension in his shoulders as he looked into the drunk’s face, a sneer on his lips.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered. Hands came to my shoulder, one of the other guys who had come in and he held me tight.

“Don’t worry, Tommaso will sort him out. He was bugging you?” I turned and saw dark brown eyes and hair.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t want,” my voice cracked as I looked back at the man, Tommaso, and the drunk.

“It’s okay, he’s fine,” the friend said.

I bit my lip as my eyes locked on Tommaso, Julie and our group coming over to see what was happening.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Tommaso challenged.

“You heard me. Your little bitch was out here, sticking her ass out, looking for some fun before you got here.”

“Say one more thing about her and I swear I’ll break your jaw,” Tommaso growled. My stomach knotted itself a million different ways.

“You think your bitch is worth the trouble?”

“Shit,” the friend who’d held my shoulder mumbled. A second later the drunk was on the floor, Tommaso over him, his fist clenched and the man groaning.

“Fuck,” I said, rushing over and grabbing Tommaso’s arm gently. “Tommaso?” His head snapped to me, whether from the adrenaline or the surprise of me knowing his name I wasn’t sure. His eyes softened slightly and he stepped away from the guy, coming to me and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me close to him.

A bouncer came over and immediately everyone cried foul at the drunk who was escorted from the bar. Tommaso was allowed to stay and I was relieved, feeling the tension in my body lessen slightly. Once the scene had died down I threw my arms around Tommaso’s shoulders and hugged him fiercely.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I asked, pulling back to look at him again.

He laughed. “Yeah, it’s fine. I punch people for a living sweetheart. Breathe. Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I just…I wanted him off my case. I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

Tommaso chuckled as Julie rushed over and hugged me to her before her eyes fell on Tommaso.

“So, fake boyfriend to the rescue, huh?” She said, laughing once.

“Literally,” I said, smiling at Tommaso, then his friends. “Let’s get you guys some drinks, on me,” I said. A cheer went up and the group, now larger with the addition of Tommaso and his friends, easily made their way to the bar.

Once everyone had a drink in their hand and we’d pushed two tables together I sat beside Tommaso while the boyfriends of Julie and her friends talked with Tommaso and his friends Johnny, Greg, Scott and Dash. Tommaso had repeated my name once after I’d given it, slowly, like he was testing how he liked the sound of it.

“So, you beat up people for a living?” I asked as Tommaso turned to look at me.

He laughed and turned so his body was towards mine, a smile on his lips as he took a sip of his drink before speaking. “Well, yeah. We all do. We’re wrestlers.”

“Oh, so knocking out dudes is just another night for you.”

He laughed again. “Exactly.”

“What about saving women from creeps? A normal night for you?”

He smiled softly at me and slid his arm over the back of my chair, leaning close to me so he could speak quietly but ensuring I could still hear him.

“Nah, first rescue. Glad it was you though.”

I blushed a little and he laughed again, the smile on his lips infectious as I smiled back.

“Seriously, anytime you need a rescue, let me know.”

“And how am I going to do that? Tommaso signal?”

“Or you could just take my number,” he said, his eyes looking me over for a reaction. I slid a hand into my pocket and wordlessly handed him my phone. He handed me his and when we exchanged I saw he’d put a little heart emoji next to his name in my contacts.

I laughed and held the screen up for him to see. “A heart?”

He laughed. “A guy can dream, can’t he?”

--

The next morning I woke up to a text from Tommaso.

Tommaso: Morning, need any saving today?

Y/N: If I do I know who to call. Unless you wanna save me from boring house chores.

Tommaso: I can only save you from house chores if you want me to distract you from them. I am useless when it comes to assisting with them.

Y/N: Distracting me, huh? How would you do that?

Tommaso: Trying to think of an answer that won’t get me slapped on sight...

Tommaso: Brunch?

Y/N: Where?

Tommaso: Ever been to Honeypie?

Y/N: Still too new to town, have only been to like two places.

Tommaso: I’ll send you the address, is that a yes?

Y/N: Give me an hour?

Tommaso: See you then.

--

True to his word Tommaso sent me the address and an hour later, after a quick shower, blow drying my hair on the highest setting and grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a simple blouse I was standing outside Honeypie which, apparently, was one of the top places in Milwaukee for brunch.

“Y/N!”

I turned and felt my stomach do a little flip at the site of Tommaso walking towards me, jeans and a black t-shirt on, a smile on his face.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, smiling down at me.

“Hey yourself,” I said, smiling. He smirked and threw an arm around me as we headed inside the restaurant. It was busy but being only two of us we were seated in a small booth towards the back of the place.

“So, any creeps need knocking out today?” He said, smirking at me over his coffee cup.

I sighed and shook my head. “Seriously, thank you for that. You don’t even know me and you just jumped right in and helped.”

He shrugged. “Happy to help, I mean, like I said it’s not every day a beautiful woman just walks into your arms. Wasn’t going to turn that down.”

I felt my cheeks tinge red and he laughed. “You going to blush every time I call you beautiful?”

“So you intend to keep doing it?”

The smile on his face made my heart skip. “Yeah, I just might.”

--

Tommaso and I kept in touch while he was on the road and, a little more than a month after we’d met, he was coming back to Milwaukee for a few days off.

I tried not to be too excited. We talked almost every day but I was unsure of where I stood with him. Was I a friend? Our conversations held a tint of flirtation but it was never more than that. I tried to tell myself that being lucky enough to have Tommaso as a friend was all I needed but it wasn’t the truth at all.

Whenever I closed my eyes and thought about it I could still feel Tommaso’s arms around me the night we met, the sturdiness of his body and the strength within him. I shivered slightly, shaking myself out of it as I finished folding my laundry and tucked it away.

Tommaso: Hey, what’re you up to?

Y/N: Laundry, you?

Tommaso: Airport bound.

Y/N: Ah, right. What time will you get in?

Tommaso: 6 AM. Way too early.

Y/N: Well I guess when you get in you’ll want to get some rest.

Tommaso: Yeah, but is it okay if I come see you later?

Y/N: You know where to find me.

Tommaso sent back a wink face and our conversation ended at that. Sighing I set my phone on my bedside table and crawled into bed. When I woke up it was a little after six and immediately I checked my phone.

No messages.

Sighing and hating myself for getting my hopes up I collapsed back into bed, frustrated. When had my crush begun to control my actions?

I laid there for a while, moping, but as the day crept closer to seven I got up and went into the shower, deciding to start my day. Tommaso knew where to find me and I wasn’t going to spend my day sitting by the phone waiting for him.

Once I was showered and dressed I set to work on the chores I needed to accomplish that day but, hating myself for it, I checked my phone here and there and felt disappointment every time I didn’t hear from Tommaso.

Arriving back home I popped the trunk and began gathering my groceries and was trying to find a way to balance my bags and house keys.

“Need help?”

I screamed, quite pathetically and dropped a bag that contained canned goods directly onto my foot.

“Fuck!”

I sat back against my car and looked up to see the concerned face of Tommaso.

“Shit! I didn’t mean to scare you, Y/N.” He crouched down and took my injured foot in his hand, the other resting at the back of my calf. “Are you okay?”

“Would’ve been better had I not had a heart attack before the injury,” I said, trying to laugh but I could feel the pain spreading through my foot.

“I’m sorry,” He said, standing and forcing me to drop the bags looped around my arms, he scooped me up bridal style and carried me to my front door. I clumsily put the key in the lock and he carried me inside, setting me on the couch in my living room.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll get your groceries. Let me get some ice,” he said, standing and going to the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack out of my freezer and rushing back to me. He tugged the coffee table closer and tugged my slip on shoe off carefully before laying the ice on it. I hissed in pain and I heard Tommaso mutter to himself.

“I’ll go get your groceries and be right back,” he said, rushing outside and, a minute later he came in with what appeared to be all of my groceries in his arms. He shut the front door and went into the kitchen and I heard him rustling through bags and the fridge door opening and closing.

Minutes later he reappeared, an apologetic look on his face.

“I really didn’t mean to scare you and injure you,” he said, a bashful smile on his face.

“Yeah, you know texting someone to expect you is a good way to avoid accidents,” I scolded lightly, a smirk tugging at my lips.

“I thought it’d be fun to surprise you,” he said, sitting on the couch next to me.

“Well, consider me surprised.”

He laughed and leaned forward, lifting the ice pack to peek at my foot. “Shit, it’ bruised pretty bad.”

I shrugged. “Well looks like I need to stay in with it propped up and ice on it.”

“Mind if I stay in with you?” he asked, sitting back and looking at me, a smile on his face.

“Not at all,” I said, unable to keep the slight blush off my cheeks.

He smirked and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes and I felt the blush grow.

“You’re beautiful when you blush,” he said, smiling.

--

Hours later Tommaso and I sat, munching on pizza crust and watching TV. I hissed when I shifted my left and my foot shot off a twinge of pain. Tommaso frowned at me. “I feel like an ass. Your foot is going to be bruised for days,” he said.

I shrugged. “Small price to pay.”

“For what?”

“Guilt tripping you into spending time with me,” I teased.

“You wouldn’t need to guilt trip me. I’m happy to be here,” he said, turning his body so more of him was turned towards me. My eyes lingered over his shape for a moment and I sighed.

“I’m sure you were going to go out with the guys tonight,” I said, trying to keep disappointment out of my voice.

“What fun is going to the bar if you’re not there throwing yourself into my arms for safety?” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, you have to admit, it worked out in the end.”

Tommaso smirked at me. “Yeah it did. Luckiest timing of my life.”

“Oh yeah, lucky you. You get a clumsy friend.”

Something flashed across his face then and I couldn’t place it. “Yeah, exactly. I get you.”

I smiled softly at him, trying to ignore my racing heart beat as his eyes met mine. “So,” I started, licking my lips nervously. “What did you want to do tonight if you’re not going out with your boys?”

Tommaso shrugged one shoulder, his eyes not leaving my face. “Stay in with my girl, I guess.”

My girl.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.

Sighing Tommaso sat up, grabbed the plate I had in my lap and set it, along with his, on top of the pizza box near my foot and he shifted slightly closer to me.

“I don’t want to dance around this anymore,” he said, his voice soft but I could hear an edge to it.

“Dance around what?” I asked.

“Whatever this is,” he said, motioning between us.

I sighed and could feel my throat close up slightly, anxiety burning beneath my skin. I knew I had to be red in the face as I looked down at my hands in my lap.

“Tommaso…just because I have a crush after the knight in shining armor moment it doesn’t mean you have to keep protecting my feelings,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes on my hands, picking at the chipping nail polish on my thumb nail.

“What?” he said, his voice even quieter than before.

“You’re really going to make me repeat that?” I asked.

Tommaso’s hand gently cupped my cheek and lifted my face to meet his our gazes locked. I could feel my stomach knotting itself up and my heart begin to race. It didn’t matter that we were adults, feelings were complicated. Unrequited feelings were embarrassing no matter the age.

“You mean that?” He asked.

My throat was too tight so I just nodded.

“Good,” he said before leaning forward and capturing my lips with his.

I jumped slightly at first, whimpering in shock and pleasure, before returning the kiss, Tommaso’s hand burying itself in my hair and prolonging the kiss for a few moments before he pulled back slowly.

I tried to speak a few times but couldn’t find the words so I ended up stuttering for a few moments before falling silent again.

“Yeah, wasn’t sure where we stood, didn’t want to mess things up,” he said, his fingers playing across my scalp and making me shiver.

“I figured you were just being nice. New girl, save the day, get a friend and some drinks out of it,” I said, shrugging one shoulder.

He laughed. “Well, yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad but you know what I imagine sounds better?”

“What?” I said, feeling my body heat up under his gaze and a rush of excitement pool between my thighs. His gaze had darkened and his body language had shifted slightly. I felt simultaneously safe and like prey in the wild, my body on high alert for his next move.

He smirked, his hand coming back to cup my jaw and his thumb tracing lightly over my lower lip, making me shiver slightly. He leaned closer to me, his lips brushing over mine as he spoke.

“You moaning my name,” he said, his voice even but I could feel the energy pouring off of him. The restrained tension in his body as my hands came to rest on his shoulders making me cling to him, wanting him to act.

“Why don’t you find out?” I whispered.

A groan left his lips and the sound went right to my core as he kissed me again, his arms pulling me closer to him. His hand dropped from my jaw to my hip, his thumb pressing into my hips as he pulled me closer, gripping me to him tightly. I whimpered into the kiss and that seemed to send electricity through him as he broke the kiss and began kissing my neck. I gasped at the sensation, his facial hair scratching along my skin felt like little sparks and I immediately ran my hands from his shoulder to his chest, gripping his shirt tightly, trying to pull him as close as possible.

I could feel him smile against me neck and I bit my lip, trying to clear my brain of the haze that had started to block all logical thought.

“Tommaso,” I gasped as he nibbled on the skin of my neck just below my ear.

He groaned slightly. “I knew it’d sound amazing,” he mumbled before bringing his lips back to mine, his tongue sweeping across my lips, begging entrance.

As our kiss deepened I turned more, my leg coming off the coffee table to hook over his carefully. His hand immediately fell to my thigh, pulling me tightly to him and I shivered at the feeling.

“Tommaso,” I said again as the kiss broke.

“Yeah?” he gasped, his forehead pressed into mine.

“Bed?”

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes taking in my face before he nodded once and stood, lifting me bridal style once more. He was careful as he situated me in his arms, his eyes falling to my foot that I had forgotten all about.

He carried me easily up the stairs and down the hallway, following where I directed him. As we entered my room I watched his eyes sweep around the room before he laid me gently on my bed, his body covering mine immediately, his weight shifted away from my injured foot.

“I’m terrified to hit your foot again,” he said, chuckling slightly.

“I can barely feel it right now,” I said, gripping him by his shirt and pulling him closer.

“Never thought I’d be grateful to some drunk asshole for messing with a beautiful girl,” he said, brushing hair out of my face.

“Me either,” I said, softly, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. His hands trailed up and down my sides as the kiss deepened and I shivered as his fingertips brushed the bare skin at the bottom of my shirt where it had lifted.

He smiled into the kiss and looked down at me as he pulled back, his fingers tracing over my hips and lower abdomen.

“Does this make you my girl, officially?” He asked, a smile on his face.

“Do you really think I’d want you in my bed if I wasn’t your girl?”

He laughed and kissed me sweetly then before pulling back and putting his forehead against mine. The sparkle in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

The next kiss was slower but still full of passion that it had me shivering. Tommaso shifted and as he laid across me I felt his length against my thigh and I whimpered into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him closer.

He was being slow and careful as he moved and, with each article of clothing that disappeared he checked with me to make sure it was okay. When I was naked and he was down to his boxers he sat back looking at me for a moment and I crossed my arms and legs, feeling too exposed.

Tommaso frowned and laid along my side, his hand gently smoothing over my sides, concern on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just…I’m not…”

“Y/N, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice sincere. “Every single inch of you.”

“Tommaso…” I started.

“I get that it’s something I can’t make you believe right now. I get that we all have our insecurities but will you let me make you feel good? Let me show you how much I care about you?”

I swallowed and nodded and Tommaso kissed me gently then, one of his hands resting on my hip, the other burying itself in my hair as he deepened the kiss, the hand on my hip tracing teasing circles along my skin there, drifting down to trace patterns over my thighs.

I whimpered at the feeling of him teasing so close to me without touching me and felt the smirk on his lips as he began to kiss down my body. His lips closed around one of my nipples just as one of his fingers brushed over my core and I jumped at the dual sensations, gasping his name. He groaned and lifted his head to look at me.

“Told you my name sounds great on your lips,” he whispered, sliding his fingers through my slick folds and making me bite my lip. He groaned again, feeling how wet I was and looked at me with a half awed expression on his face. “All this for me?” he said, his voice lower, throatier.

“Yes,” I whimpered as he teased one finger around my entrance.

He didn’t make any further comment as he slowly inserted a finger into me and began pumping slowly, his lips finding purchase on every single part of me that he could reach, kissing and biting the skin over my torso as he added a second finger.

I moaned when his lips began traveling south and when they closed over my clit I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking up, trying to increase the friction. He continued his delicious torture of my body and I felt the tension inside me coil tightly and I gripped the hand Tommaso had pressed across my abdomen to hold me still.

“Tommaso, I’m…”

“Do it,” he said, before resuming his position. The command, combined with the sensation of his lips and fingers and his beard brushing my thighs was all too much and when my orgasm hit I was shaking hard, the adrenaline pouring into my veins and making me moan loudly, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me.

Moments later, after helping me ride out my orgasm Tommaso kissed his way back up my body and I felt my skin prickle wherever he kissed, every inch of me over sensitized after my release.

A self-satisfied smirk was on his lips as he came into view and I laughed once at the look on his face.

“Proud of yourself?” I teased.

“Yeah, actually I am,” he responded, his voice light as he dipped his head to kiss along my collar bone.

“Yeah? Well it’s my turn now,” I said, pushing on him slightly so that he rolled onto his back, allowing me to straddle his thigh and look down at him. One of his hands rested on my hip, the other on the bed beneath him as he watched me.

I smirked at him and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss before pulling away, tugging on his lower lip and continued to kiss down his body. I bit and licked where I wished, taking time to tease the line of his abs and the V muscle until I reached his boxers. I glanced up at him quickly before tugging them down his legs, dropping them to the floor beside my bed and immediately coming back to my position, his length gripped carefully in my hand.

Pumping him slowly I began teasing him, licking along his muscled abdomen and legs but never there. I could hear a frustrated sound leave him and felt my lips quirk into a smirk as his hands fisted into the bed sheets.

Deciding I’d teased him enough I licked from the base of him to the tip and felt a thrill shoot through me as he groaned and his hands tightened in the sheets. Taking him slowly into my mouth I worked what couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand, being sure to listen to his reactions to figure out what made him groan the loudest.

“Y/N,” he groaned, grabbing at my hair as gently as possible.

I looked up at him and let the tip of him slip from between my lips as our eyes met.

“Come here,” he groaned, his voice tight with need. I crawled up to him and he grabbed my waist and rolled us, quickly laying across me. I laughed and the smile on his lips made my own smile grow more.

“That’s not how I want this night to go,” he whispered, shifting his hips slightly so his tip was at my entrance.

I nodded once and he took a breath before pushing against my entrance and slowly stretching me. He moved slow, not wanting to thrust into me all at once and I gripped his shoulders tightly as he settled inside me fully, feeling the slight burn of being stretched so much fade slowly.

He held himself still for a few moments until I hooked one leg up over his hip and rocked my own hips gently. Groaning Tommaso began thrusting into me, dragging his movements out so he could feel every inch of our connection.

I whimpered, feeling my second orgasm approaching quickly and gasped when he hit the spot inside me and I saw stars. I saw him smile as he continued to thrust at that angle, his eyes on me as I began whimpering his name, begging him to go faster.

“Please, Tommaso I’m so close,” I begged, my hands clasped behind his head, holding on as he thrust into me, harder each time.

“Right behind you, babe, come for me,” he whispered.

I gasped again, right on the edge and he pressed his forehead into mine, locking eyes with me.

“Come on princess, let go for me.”

He kissed me then and I felt my orgasm shatter through me, my body clenched around Tommaso quickly, making him shudder into me and thrust a few times before his own orgasm hit, and my name falling from his lips.

When he laid next to me and pulled me against his chest I happily obliged, resting my head on his shoulder and my fingers tracing patterns over his chest.

“So, this is why people like fairy tales so much?” he said, a small laugh on his lips. I looked at him curiously and he smirked. “Knight in shining armor saves a princess in distress and they live happily ever after, right?”

I smiled at him and nodded. “Right. Happily ever after.”

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hey pretty girl what are the next fanfics you coming out with? 💚💚

Hey babe ❤️

I’m working on all of my full fics requests at the same time (but those are taking me forever because not only work has been leaving me with almost zero free time but also because my computer broke and I’m only being able to write on my phone 😩)

But the fics I’m almost done with are:

Illicitus: Chapter 9

Tēctus: Chapter 2 of Damian’s trilogy

One shot requests of: Eddie Kingston, Tommaso Ciampa, Roman Reigns and Finn Bálor

Thank you for your interest on my writing, love 💕

😘

[bss-babygirl]

Fetish

Finn Balor x reader

Warnings: Pure EVIL DIRTY SMUT, daddy kink and a whole LOT of it

Background: Fetish by Selena Gomez and the NXT episode from 10/23/19 were the biggest inspirations for this fanfic.

Tag List: @1dluver13xx @wwesarahjaneroszko @jaywhitefan @0cielo0 @pleasantlyshamelesswizard @artemisapalla316 @heyits-liz @meteora-fc @fireyegale @makakay @hisredheadedgoddess28 @madamaholmes @tjsflair @queenofthearchitect @queenslayer1985 @crispybananacollectorsworld @writertoo18 @officialbroski10-blog @darktammy @chynagirl13 @krissynicole1208 @moxley-leakee @mox-made-me-do-it @blondekel77 @star017 @blondekel77 @star017 @buckyaboveall @cesarofangirl78 @xladyxfatex @crazychick16 @sarcastic-raptor163

You were watching the final segments of NXT backstage with Candice LeRae and Marina Shafir, Undisputed Era was in the the ring having a stare off with Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano. Then your boyfriend Finn Balor’s music hit, at first it looked as if Finn was going to aid the two formally known as DIY. Finn sidekicked Johnny, opening the door for the four members of Undisputed Era to attack Tommaso.

This was a shock for you just as much as for Candice and Marina, however it was unveiling a fetish you never knew you had. His darkside was super hot, you actually wish he would bring his heel side out more.

—AFTER THE SHOW—

You went to Finn’s dressing room, opening the door. “Hey Babe.” Finn turned around kissing you “Hey Love, how did you like my segment?” You bit your lip, walking closer to Finn “I LOVED every moment of it, I actually have a fetish for your darkside Daddy.” You said slightly squeezing Finn’s dick. Finn moaned, “Really Babygirl?” You nodded “It made me so wet, Daddy.” Finn smirked, “Well maybe we should go home and do something about that, Babygirl.”

—ONCE HOME—

Finn shut the door, before tearing all your clothes off, leaving you completely naked. He walked you to your shared bedroom, layinng down on the bed. He slowly stripped of his clothes. “Finn... Go faster!” You whined. Finn smirked “Aw, is my slut getting needy?” Does she need her Daddy to fuck her tight pussy?” “Damn it Finn, just shut up and fuck me.” “As you wish, Babygirl.” He smirked as he climbed on the bed.

He put you on your stomach, slapping your ass putting you on all fours. He got close to your ear “I’m gonna fuck ya til ya screamin.” He slid into you, giving you slow but painfully deep thrusts; making you moan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, "Don't hold back, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” You moaned out, “Fucking shit Daddy, Don't stop, please don't stop.” Finn smacked your ass “Fuck, I think I’m addicted to your pussy.” He started rubbing your clit, and thrusting into you faster. Not even two seconds later, you clenched around Finn’s cock. Finn shot his seed all over your back.

You two were cuddling, Finn kissed your forehead “Sorry if I was too rough with ya, Babygirl.” You shook your head “Do you think we could... try that again sometime?” Finn’s eyes widened, “You sure, Love?” “Yeah, Daddy. This side of you is SO FUCKING HOT.”

End

[sweetdreamhellofanight]

could you write anything nsfw for Tommaso Ciampa? Tysm xx

hi! unfortunately I do not write Ciampa, but if any of my followers know of fanfic writers who do they could possibly point you in the right direction! 

[wrassleslashlibraryarchive]

I'm always excited to support a new writer in the fandom. This is me winking very hard.

Relationship: Tommaso Ciampa/Johnny Gargano

Author’s Tags: Yuletide Treat, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, My First Fanfic, i have no idea idea what im doing lol, Sorry Not Sorry, these two JUST NEED TO KISS OKAY

Word count: 1,076

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Author: Kentucky_Gentleman86

Summary:

Johnny and Tommaso finally realize what their real feelings for each other are.

[playing-with-research]

When the Rebel Heart Met the Blackheart: Slash in Professional Wrestling

When the Rebel Heart Met the Blackheart: Slash in Professional Wrestling

I’ve been working on this project for awhile now, and this presentation from MPCA/ACA 2019 contains my preliminary results on slash fanfic that feature NXT wrestlers Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa.

This work began with noticing that other fans were as interested in this pairing as I was. When I started looking into the stories being told, I noticed how the fans were reacting to the NXT…

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Hi! If you're still doing the alphabet thing, could I please get B, D & V for Tommaso Ciampa? Ty :)

I’ll be glad to give this a try for you, but I preface with this. Tommaso isn’t someone that I really think about all that much and I really don’t know a whole lot about him beyond him feuding with Timothy and being on NXT. But yeah! I’d like to give this a try if you don’t mind!

After this posts, B D and V are off the table for Tommaso Ciampa, loves.

[send me letters + wrestlers and get back filth,sweet filth]

Warnings:

18+ only content. If you’re underage and you continue to read after the warnings, that’s a you problem. If you’re sticking around, here are some things you need to be warned about : body parts, bondage and roleplay / body fluids and sexual noises and that’s pretty much it.

Remember, I warned you up here. If you keep reading and something catches you by surprise, that’s officially a you issue.

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                                  [ FAQ  | TAG LIST DOC ]

b - body, favorite part of their lovers body and their own.

In a word, tits. Tommaso strikes me as a boob guy. Give the man a pair of great tits and he’ll be amazed / distracted / ga ga over them for a while. Until he gets tired of the person in question overall, of course. And then it’s onto the next one, rinse and repeat.

Now, as far as his own body goes, it’s his arms/shoulders. Because he gets off on the fact that he’s strong. Definitely strong enough to hold you up without some silly wall at your back for added security. A second favorite is his cock, because well.. he thinks it’s pretty fucking big / capable of making his lovers happy.

d - dirty secret, whats one of their dirty secrets

He likes roleplay situations... Particularly any that involve bondage, gagging or blindfolding his partner or having it done to him. His dream scenario is to find a partner who is willing to step up and demand to take over in bed. He lowkey wants to have a whip used on him also, oops rip?

Pain kink, also.  The harder and rougher it is, the more it hurts but feels oh so fucking good as it hurts, the harder he’s going to cum when he gets off.

v - volume, how loud are they, what kind of sounds do they make?

He’s not loud at all. His voice is more of a growling and commanding whisper usually against the shell of your ear, say when he’s lightly squeezing your throat. He grunts and groans, he’ll growl your name, he’ll tell you exactly what he’s going to do to you in that growling whisper and then he fucking does it. He honestly prefers that everyone in neighboring roooms hears his partner and NOT him, because he feels like guys who get loud and mouthy have something to compensate for and he is NOT one of those types at all.