#damiano david x fem!reader

[writersblockiskillingme]

Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).

I’m in my delusional era

Only Angel | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)

Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.

Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)

Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.

She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.

His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.

As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.

Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.

She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.

Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.

He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.

"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.

"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.

And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.

At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.

They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.

They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.

However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.

Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.

"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"

"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"

Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.

The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.

One night stands.

They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?

Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.

The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

End up meeting in the hallway every single time

And there's nothing we can do about it

Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.

So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.

Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.

"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."

"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.

"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"

She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.

"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.

"I don't know what to say, Damiano."

"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.

"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."

"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."

"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.

"And why is that, angel."

"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."

That's all he needed.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me

That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets

And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey

His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.

"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."

"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.

His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.

"Arch your back for me, angel."

She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.

"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.

"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"

"Ah- I-"

"Do they!?"

"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"

She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.

"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."

She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.

He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.

"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"

"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.

"Good girl."

He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.

She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.

On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.

For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.

So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.

"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.

"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"

Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.

"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.

"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.

The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.

"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My-my-my only angel

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I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa

Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader  Contents: Smut Summary: Damiano takes you to see his new yacht Words: ~1205  A/N: Forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙 

Damiano tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and says, "Today, I'm taking you on a nighttime picnic."

"Nighttime picnic? Sounds cool!" you laugh.

Damiano grins, matching your excitement, and nods. "Exactly, amore mio. We'll be under the stars, and a picnic will be perfect."

"Hmmm, sounds intriguing. So, where are we heading?" you ask.

With a gentle kiss on your lips, Damiano replies, "Let's head to the marina. I've got something new and I'm excited to share."

And he takes the lead, pulling you by the hand toward the marina. It's not a long walk, so you stroll hand in hand, chatting about random stuff and playfully teasing each other along the way.

As you arrive at the marina, you both wander through its numerous alleys until Damiano stops and gazes at you with gleaming eyes.

"Okay, you've got a yacht, I can tell. Which one?" you inquire.

"Y/N"

"Hm?"

Damiano chuckles and points to a massive, stunning yacht.

"That's the name. 'Y/N in the sea with diamonds'," he announces proudly.

You burst into laughter at the yacht's name and the fact that your name is on it, but most of all, you're filled with love for Damiano for arranging this surprise. You take a step closer to him, closing any remaining distance, and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. He places both hands on your waist, intensifying the connection between you, and sending shivers down your spine. Your heart races as he pulls you closer, but as he breaks the kiss, he reveals.

"Let's hop in soon, I've been keeping this Yacht secret from you for weeks."

"Weeks ago?! I can't believe it!" you lightly push him, laughing playfully.

Damiano holds your hand, taking the opportunity to guide you into the yacht. It's magnificent; your heart races as you step inside the Yacht—it's like stepping into a movie set. The interior is sophisticated, adorned with muted tones and soft lighting, creating a welcoming atmosphere. The huge picture windows allow the sunset light to dance across the elegant hardwood floors.

"So, did you like it?" Damiano asks, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Gattino... it's amazing!"

"Come here," he takes your hand and leads you to the deck.

The deck is utterly cozy, featuring a soft rug and cushions scattered on the floor. A basket filled with delicious treats sits nearby: fancy sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a selection of tempting sweets.

"You're a box of surprises, you know? Look at this place!" you exclaim, marveling at the setup.

You glance at Damiano, who's looking at you expectantly and happily—his beauty enhanced by the golden glow of the sunset. A gentle breeze envelops you, and everything intensifies as Damiano draws even closer, so close that your breaths intermingle. He whispers:

"I love you, Y/N. Nothing I can create in this world comes close to what you deserve."

"I already have everything I want, I have you loving me, and I love you," you express with a contented smile.

You resist the urge to jump on him and skip the whole snack part.

"I want to madly kiss you until I lose my breath."

Damiano holds your gaze and smirks. "You, my love, have no idea of the things I want to do to you right here, but come on, let's eat first." He takes your hand, and together, you walk to the soft pads on the floor of the yacht and sit down.

You find yourself comfortably nestled between his legs, leaning back against Damiano's chest. You both enjoy the delectable treats, savoring each bite while talking and laughing, basking in the joy of being together.

The sun has already set and the moon is massive, with its twin dancing in the sea, Damiano gets close to your ear and whispers:

"You look damn gorgeous in the moonlight, Y/N"

His heart races as he feels Damiano kissing your neck and caressing your face lightly, bringing his mouth to meet yours. You turn to face Damiano completely and straddle him, wrapping your legs around his waist, his arm wrapping around your waist and squeezing as the kiss intensifies.

You moan in between the kiss as you press yourself down and rock forward slowly, causing the perfect friction between the two of your sensitive parts. Your clit swells with pleasure as you feel how hard Damiano is.

He moves his hands from your waist to your hips and gives it a gentle squeeze, guiding the movements and setting a rhythm. The kiss between you is interrupted by a moan, and Damiano takes the opportunity to explore your neck even more with kisses, bites, and hickeys. You feel him getting even more aroused with the increased pace of the movements.

In a flash, he's got your ass and lying down on the comfy floor, his body on top of yours. His hands roam all over your body, causing a trail of excitement and goosebumps on your skin, which he has easy access to thanks to your dress.

"So wet for me..." he says, softly rubbing the right spot.

With his other hand of his, he holds one of your boobs and squeezes it.

"So delicious," he slides your panties down your legs with only one hand, "and mine." And he enters you.

His hips go all the way down and stop, he buries his face on your neck, and you can perfectly hear all his groans, even the quietest ones, just as he hears yours. He holds your thighs tightly.

Your hearts are pounding, as are your moans as Damiano's hips slide in and out of you faster, his balls hitting you with each thrust, his hands gripping you so firmly it makes you tingle.

You scream his name as you start to feel your legs shake.

"Come for me, Y/N," he says between moans in your ear.

You moan louder and stronger after hearing his voice asking you to come like that, and it's impossible to hold back the huge feeling that is about to explode.

And it comes, as soon as you feel it penetrates you as much as it can, gushing all the pleasure it feels for you inside you, spurt after spurt.

He collapses on top of you, his hands slightly loosening their grip on your thighs. You look at him, his eyes still filled with desire and lust.

You hook your legs around him and spin around on top of him, sitting right on his lap.

"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.

You smile, wiggling slightly with his cock inside you.

"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."

And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.

"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.

You smile, wiggling slightly your hips with his cock inside you.

"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."

And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.

[reysdriver]

Rockstar!Sirius

headcanons of Sirius as a rockstar/musician — rockstar!sirius x fem!reader

warnings: some sexual headcanons so minors dni cus it's not for you

words: 0.4k

a/n: I will be writing more of this AU, I just realized I hadn't done anything for rockstar!sirius so I had to do some quick hcs

- The band is The Marauders of course (I've said this for every rockstar headcanon list so far lol)

- Sirius is 100% the lead singer; he loves being the center of attention and this is the best way for him to get that

- He does play some instruments like guitar or keyboards if the band needs, but his main role is vocals

- Glam rock aesthetic, like he LOVES the makeup, the jewelry, the flashy outfits, everything 

- I could see him in a classic rock 'n' roll look, but for the band's peak, he's wearing those platform boots and glittery clothes

- Remus writes most of the songs for the band, but Sirius writes some too

- And most (if not all) of the songs he writes are about you, and I'd say about half of them are sexual

- Insists that you're his 'muse', says he can't be a star without you there

- So he'll bring you on all the band's tours, and dedicates every concert to you because 'without you, I'd be nothing'

- You'll even have your own little something in the band's contracts (like your favourite candy in the dressing rooms or just anything like that) because Sirius insists you be treated like part of the band

- And speaking of 'part of the band', he takes you on shopping sprees to buy matching outfits with him so that the entire world knows who you are because he just wants to show you off in the best clothes his rockstar money can buy

- Wants you to star in the band's music videos and be on their album art

- The entire fanbase knows about you (how could they not? do you really expect Sirius to keep you a secret) and they love you 

- He will talk about you in every interview he does

- I picture him super tattooed (like he was after azkaban but like in a good way)

- Honestly just rockstar!sirius is Damiano David like literally same exact person

- If it's modern, he'll post pictures on social media like Jennifer Lopez using Ben Affleck's cropped nudes for a father's day pic

- Or like post-sex selfies like his smug face after eating you out that you equally find so embarrassing and flattering 

- And when you tell him (only partially seriously) to keep those pictures private, he just teases and says 'how else will the world know how much I love you if I don't show them?'

[littlemixer01]

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Maneskin x fem reader

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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ━━ ❦ damiano david.

collage made by me.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi, angel! welcome to my first imagine / oneshot on my new writing blog! i’m very excited, but extremely nervous to be posting this since i haven’t truly written anything in almost two [2] years… please, bare with me if this is complete trash – i’m just trying to figure out the layout / format that i’d like my writing style to be. anyways, if you did enjoy this lil piece (which i’d have to say i did since i am literally in love with writing about damiano) – then, please reblog, like, share & leave your feedback! your feedback keeps me motivated to write more and makes me really, really happy! okay, i’m rambling so enough of that. thank you so much for reading and have a lovely day! ♡

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: damiano and you lie in bed after hours of having sex most of the night, when Damiano starts talking about his feelings for you – which, was typically unusual for him to be so open and raw. Although, after getting through the tough parts of the conversation and reassuring him that you felt the same way, he starts to indicate that he wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon… especially, if it meant never leaving between your thighs.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐬): nobody requested this, i simply wrote this because i am so in love with damiano, & writing about him was just so much fun! however, if you’d like to request something, you may do so here.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 18+! smut. finger fucking. female oral sex. possessive!damiano. shy!reader. damiano is a fuckin tease & passes out..? no use of Y/N. fluff. tiny bit of angst, but nothing major! any grammatical mistakes are my own. also, i suck at summaries… sry!

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: inspired by the song ❝ for your love ❞ by måneskin – (which you can listen to here!) also, the aesthetic / inspo for writing this is somewhat shown to you by the collage i made. …& of course, lots of sex / sexual themes.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: damiano david x fem!reader.

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♡࿐ Damiano ran his calloused fingers that were neatly painted with fresh, black nail polish (which he had begged you relentlessly to paint them for him, earlier that morning) over your bare shoulder gently, feeling your soft and slightly dampened skin under his affectionate touch.

His fingers were sweet-tempered and precise, as they slowly dragged along your shoulder – then, trailed up slowly towards the left side of your newly marked neck, feeling you slightly flinch as he applied a bit of pressure to feel the freshly new love bites that he’d just given you moments ago.

He smiled, feeling his stomach clench in sweet pleasure and his head almost rush at the thought that you allowed him to mark you, to claim you as his, once again.

Damiano had just finished making love to you, and you were absolutely exhausted, snuggling into one of his many feathered pillows on his large bed, and letting your eyes flutter shut with a content sigh.

You were laying completely naked on your stomach, right next to your lover, your sides pressed together, with one of your legs looped and tangled with his. The right side of your face was pressed into the pillow (that smelled of Damiano’s mouthwatering cologne that he always wore and of course, cigarettes).

You were currently facing a very satisfied Damiano who was sprawled out leisurely, naked as the day he was born, with sweat gleaming off of his tattooed chest as he rested against his headboard right next to you. He had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and blown out from lust and were watching you… intensely.

Even though you had your eyes closed, you could feel his penetrating gaze on you, as well as his needy touch that indicated that he was nowhere near finished with you. Even if it was almost two o’clock in the morning… time didn’t matter to Damiano, and he always said that time seemed to fly by and not exist whenever he was with you. Plus, Damiano’s stamina was… remarkable, to say the least.

Damiano’s breathing was heavy as he had just finished only minutes ago, and had rolled over to give you both some space to relax, knowing for certain he wasn’t done with you for the night. Knowing himself… he could go a few rounds and still not get enough of you. You were driving him slowly insane, he was sure. Usually, he was a one or two round type of guy, but ever since meeting you and being in a relationship with you… his sex cravings have been, in a sense – out of his control.

Damiano was sweaty and his heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage and his entire body felt like jello, his head was also a little fuzzy from the intense orgasm he just had, but overall – he felt amazing.

Give him twenty minutes tops, and he’ll be ready again to fuck you until you both passed out (metaphorically speaking, obviously) – thus, that usually did happen when he was home from touring. You two would fuck for hours, then be so exhausted that you’d cuddle together and fall asleep until late afternoon. He’d be all over you, needy and constantly needing your attention on him always, as well as touching.

Touching was a big thing for Damiano, not so much in public, no – but in his own home where you both felt comfortable, and when you two were alone, it was like he became touch starved to the point where he’d follow you wherever you went. You didn’t mind, of course.

In all honesty, you two were quite similar in that regard, considering you two only saw each other when he was home. Otherwise, he’d be performing in a different city every night with the rest of his amazing band, Måneskin.

The lamp right beside his bed was switched on, basking the room in a low, yellowish glow. There was no other light on in his bedroom, the curtains pulled tightly shut for privacy. Although, he usually only closed them for your peace of mind, which you thought was incredibly sweet, since you didn’t even have to mention it to him anymore.

Damiano reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a cheap, red lighter. He quickly took a cigarette out, tossing the rectangular box back on the table without care, before placing the nicotine stick between his lips, and lighting the end of it until it formed a bright, burning cherry. He also threw the lighter back on the table once he was done lighting it, careless of where it landed.

He did all of this while looking at you – he looked at your messy hair which he had ran his fingers through all night while taking you from behind, and from what he could see of your slightly squished face against his pillow, your lips were puffy from him sucking and biting on them. You looked so breathtaking.

Suddenly, Damiano broke the peaceful silence.

“I miss you,” Damiano mumbled, running a hand through his tangled hair, the cigarette still between his lips at the corner of his mouth, sucking in the smoke and then blowing it out through his nose. He then took the lit cigarette between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you as he nudged you slightly with your tangled legs. “Mmm, no.” you declined, pausing and letting out a yawn. “I miss you, too.”

Damiano let out a low laugh, sounding almost bitter. “No, sweetheart. I miss you.” The way he stated the words made your eyes open, and you struggled slightly for a moment, pushing yourself up to lean on your elbows to look up at him. He wore a blank face as usual, but you could see the tiny frown he was trying to hold back from you. “Damiano…” you sighed, taking his free hand and holding it in yours, giving each of his knuckles a soft kiss, while never taking your eyes away from him.

“Look at me,” you demanded, making your voice sound firm, to show him that you were serious. Damiano couldn’t help but roll his eyes reluctantly, though he still tilted his head so he was looking downwards at you. You were always his little brat, he could never say no to you. No matter what you demanded from him, he would comply – without hesitation.

“I miss you… so much. You know that I…” you trailed off, squeezing his hand for comfort, in which he returned the sweet gesture. Your voice suddenly felt very weak, like you could no longer speak. You wouldn’t deny it, it was getting harder and harder being with Damiano, especially with your own job being entirely different from his own.

He was a rockstar, and you were – well, you were normal. You had a normal, everyday job that you did, in fact, love a lot. You had crazy work hours, as did he. Yet, you still wouldn’t give him up, no matter what… not unless he gave you up first.

Damiano seemed to have read your thoughts, and his immediate thought was no fucking way was that going to happen. He’d never leave you or give you up, and he prayed to whatever higher being that you’d never leave him. He couldn’t imagine life without you.

These type of thoughts and feelings always seemed to scare and unsettle him, as Damiano lips turned up into a sickly kind of amused smile, but only for a second. “I know, amore mio.”

Damiano looked tired, like he’d been traveling the world for hundreds of years, meanwhile his career had only just really taken off after winning the Eurovision contest. You were extremely happy for him, congratulating him as he had rushed home to you after celebrating with his band mates and team, as well as lots of press conferences and many interviews that seemed to be repetitive. He was conquering the world day by day, and you didn’t want to hold him back, not for a second.

Damiano almost looked sorrowful, like something important was on his mind, troubling him – still, it seemed like he was too afraid to say anything. Suddenly, his eyes turned hard and determined as he looked down at you, looking you directly in your eyes, making goosebumps rise on your naked skin, fearing for his next words. Although, what he said next left you in utter shock.

“I love you, more than anything in this world. I love you… so, so fucking much. Being away from you, for me… it’s the worst pain imaginable. And yet… I still can’t get enough of you. I’d do anything for you, you know? Anything you’d ask, I’d do it in a heartbeat. No matter the consequences, or the losses, or…” he swallowed, before taking a massive drag of his cigarette, letting his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, just letting the nicotine smoke take over his mind for a second.

Continuing deeply, he went on. “You’re everything to me… I’d do whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want me to do – I’ll do it. Just promise me… promise me I’ll always have your love, because you’ll always have mine. Always.” Damiano said, breathless and his chest was almost heaving by the time he was finished his little speech.

You could only imagine how difficult it must’ve been for Damiano to admit those type of feelings to you, he was so young and so full of life, and his life right now was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes passed. He was always so sweet and loving towards you, he was always just the type of guy to ‘not express his feelings with words, more so with actions’.

“Damiano –“ you gaped at him, not exactly knowing how to word your own feelings to your boyfriend, as it wasn’t something you two usually discussed, it was just sort of always known how you two felt about one another. Saying it out loud… well, it was completely different. Damiano quickly put his more than half smoked cigarette in the ashtray by his bed, before bending slightly to reach you, smothering your lips with his, your tongues battling each other’s for dominance instantaneously.

He tasted of cigarettes and listerine mouthwash, with a hint of something that was just Damiano’s natural taste. It was heavenly.

“I’ll do whatever you want, for your love. Do you understand me?” Damiano asked, pulling away only a centimeter, both of you breathing the same oxygen, breathlessly. “Just tell me what you want, baby…” Damiano begged, trailing off as he raised a hand and caressed the side of your face tenderly, before twisting a strand of your loose hair between his long fingers, his dark eyes flicking back and forth to your eyes, then back down to your kissable lips.

“I just want you,” you whispered, feeling your heartbeat pick up in speed. Damiano grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer, as his thoughts were just about the same. He just wanted you, but he also wanted to give you everything, anything you wanted from him, it’d be yours.

“Let me kiss you,” Damiano said, his voice dropping a few octaves, a hungry sort of lust now consuming his brain once more. You giggled, leaning in for a kiss, but he stopped you – placing one hand on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

Smirking, Damiano brushed his lips against the corner of your mouth, teasingly. “Not here, amore…” Damiano murmured, his voice trailing off. You felt the muscles in your belly tense in excitement, a wide smile making its way on your face.

Damiano carefully rolled you over so you were now laying on your back, the cool air of his bedroom instantly making your nipples harden. Your lover didn’t hesitate, as he crawled his way on top of you, each leg on either side of you and his dominant hand holding himself up, as his other hand came up to squeeze one of your tits.

You moaned, feeling his fingers pinch one of your nipples, before he bent his head down to suck the nipple he wasn’t paying any attention to in his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling on it. Your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands coming up to run up and down Damiano’s back.

“Sweet girl, will you let me taste you?” Damiano purred, dragging his hand that was on your nipple down to your ribcage, then down towards your bellybutton, lightly tracing the skin there. It tickled you, of course. Damiano always loved playing with you a bit before he full on fucked you, which usually unnerved you, but tonight you didn’t mind. You nodded your answer, quite eagerly – causing Damiano to laugh at you.

You were already wet from earlier from your previous sinful acts, but not as wet as you could be, but luckily for you – Damiano was a thorough man, and he always enjoyed a bit of foreplay. Damiano started sloppily kissing his way down towards your stomach, from your ribcage, to your bellybutton, then down to your bare bikini line.

His breath fanned over your bare cunt, his eyes traveling to see the puffiness of your slicked lips. You let out a shaky breath as he wrapped one arm around your right thigh tightly, tugging you down the bed so you’d be closer to him, while his other hand went to gently spread your lips apart with two fingers, before diving his face in between your thighs. His tongue lapped up your mixed essence, humming at the taste of both you and him on his tongue.

Damiano’s tongue playfully swirled around your clit in figure eights, as he slipped two fingers inside of you easily, keeping them still inside of you, causing you to whimper and grasp the sheets below you. “F-Fuck, Damiano…” Damiano simply continued his actions, occasionally nibbling on your swollen clit, before sucking and kissing it in apology, ignoring your moans as he lost himself in the taste of your sweet nectar, which was now heavily leaking out of your cunt.

Suddenly, Damiano added a third finger inside of you, then almost viciously started pumping them into you, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal at the action. Damiano laughed breathlessly against your clit, sucking on the little throbbing nub in his mouth continuously, while curling his fingers inside of you, feeling your juices leaking down all over his hand now. The arm that was wrapped around your right thigh was now holding you tightly against his mouth so that you couldn’t move your lower half, while your torso was arching perfectly.

Damiano couldn’t take his eyes off of you, seeing the way your lips parted as your breathing started to grow heavier, his hand that was gripping your thigh was digging his blunt, newly polished nails into the meaty skin. You cursed, wanting to move your hips against his face, but Damiano kept you locked in place.

His tongue moved down to your hole now, sliding in along side his fingers, as he pressed his nose against your clit teasingly, moving his tongue in and out of you at rapid speed. Soon enough, Damiano added a fourth finger inside of you, scissoring your cunt open for him, ready to fuck you again as he could feel himself harden incredibly fast.

Damiano could feel your cunt clench around his fingers which were buried as deep as they could possibly go, hitting that spongy tissue inside of you that made you see twinkling stars. He could tell you were about to come, and that only infuriated him to move his tongue and fingers faster, pumping and scissoring your cunt so hard you were now a shaking, whining mess.

He loved it.

“Fucking come all over my fingers for me, baby,” Damiano said, slurping up your juices greedily, giving your puffy hole a loving kiss as your thighs started to shake almost violently. Damiano could barely keep your one thigh in his strong hold, while your other leg was completely sprawled out along the large bed, your knee bent inwards and trembling, unnoticed by you.

“Damiano…!” you screeched, creaming all over his hand, your cum dripping down his wrist as he continued to fuck you using his talented tongue and fingers. You were so needy for him, all you wanted was his fucking cock inside of you… right now.

“Please, please – fuck me!?” you begged, your big doe eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears and your lips were bitten raw from you and him biting them. You looked so fucking beautiful. If there were a single word to describe the way you looked to Damiano right now, it’d be simple.

Goddess.

Honestly, if you’d say yes, in this very moment – Damiano would be just about at the breaking point of losing his shit and asking you to marry him. His cock was rock solid, pressed against his bare stomach, dribbling with pre-cum against his sheets, feeling like it’d explode. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to breathe out of his nose, controlling the animalistic urge to just rise up on his knees and to start pounding his cock into you.

Although, he couldn’t help himself and kept his eyes locked on you, looking up at you in awe in your moaning glory, watching your orgasm completely take over your body, making you shake and gasp and plead for him.

Damiano slowed his quickened pace as he now only fucked you with his fingers, removing his mouth from your hole which was unconsciously clenching his fingers still, before he began to suck on your clit again harshly, making you cry out. “Damiano!” you yelled, looking down at him desperately, your stomach felt like it was tied in hundreds of knots, your skin felt like it was sizzling, like if you’d touch it – you’d burn.

A moment later, you were coming all over again. The band in your belly snapping, making you choke on air as you used all your will-power to move, thrusting your hips up and down and any sort of way they’d go as you felt Damiano’s fingers slide out of you. “No, no, no – please, I’ll b-be good…!” you sobbed, now making grabbing motions towards him with your hands.

Damiano lips were slightly parted, his eyes completely blown out from lust from just watching you and were halfway open, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was out of his control… he looked drunk.

Drunk off you.

He slowly moved to slide himself up your body, kissing your stomach and chest as he went, before crashing your mouths together, groaning deeply into your sweet mouth. He sucked on your tongue and you could taste yourself on his tongue, while you two fucked each other’s mouths. Fuck, Damiano thought while kissing you. He wanted you… he wanted you so fucking badly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but Damiano’s remained half opened as he kissed you, bringing his dry hand up to grasp one of your perky tits once again, twisting your nipple, feeling your body shake underneath his from the aftermath of two orgasms in a row.

“Want me to fuck you now, baby?” Damiano asked huskily, trailing his lips down to your ear, his tongue swirling around the shell of your ear, before biting on your earlobe – making you whine uselessly as you wrapped both arms around him, holding him against you, never wanting to let him go.

“Yes!” you pleaded, nodding your head in consent. Damiano’s accent seemed to only grow thicker as he lost all sense of time, just wanting to be inside of your cunt already. “Alright, fuck… Jesus Christ, I love you,” he gasped, his lips dragging along the skin of your delicate neck, kissing and licking the salty skin greedily. He couldn’t get enough.

He craved you.

Damiano quickly used his hand that was coated in your juices to lather his cock up, spreading it all along his hardened shaft, along with some of the oozing pre-cum that was dripping down the flushed head. Then, he angled his hips and pelvis directly against yours so you were pressed together, using his hand that held his cock in hand, he gently pressed the tip of his cock directly against your needy hole, which was just dying to be filled.

“Yes, yes, yes…! More, please! Put it in,” you cried, sounding pathetic, but you didn’t give a shit. All you wanted was Damiano. Damiano choked on a laugh as he thrusted the entirety of his large cock inside of your cunt, making you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion, feeling Damiano bottom out.

“Oh, fuck!” Damiano cursed, stilling his hips against yours as he moved the hand that was gripping your tit and leaned down on both of his elbows, so to not put so much of his weight on you. He stayed completely still to let you adjust to him, feeling your soaked walls that felt like fucking velvet to him squeeze his cock in place. He wanted to scream.

Your hair was sprawled out across one of his pillows, your skin felt flushed with heat, and you felt like your whole body was pulsing with electricity. Damiano lazily ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose as he waited for you to grow comfortable once again.

Always the gentleman.

Damiano’s eyes locked with yours, your right hand coming up and scratching the skin at the base of his neck for comfort, while your left hand gripped his back for leverage as you shifted your hips upwards. Damiano couldn’t control his breathing, let alone the way his cock twitched desperately inside of you – you made his veins and pulse feel like they were trembling.

“Amore, are you alright?” Damiano asked quietly, his voice strained and eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration, though he was always considerate for you. No matter how many times Damiano had fucked you, it always took a moment for you to get used to his thick, long length. You breathed out a sigh, nodding. “You can move, Damiano.” you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

Damiano let out a sigh of relief, feeling like he was about to lose all of his self control, as he pulled his hips back and slammed them against yours, thrusting in and out of you like a wild beast, impatient and needing to fucking come. “Fuck…!” Damiano shouted, feeling his orgasm build so quickly inside of him, he felt like he was gonna pass the fuck out. “Tell me,” Damiano begged suddenly, pounding his way in and out of you roughly and quickly, just the way you both liked it.

“I love you,” you whimpered, one hand flying to grab ahold of the sheets below you and the other grasping one of Damiano’s shoulders as you felt like your boyfriend was very quickly losing his mind while fucking you. His cock was so big and heavy whenever it thrusted it’s way inside of your tight cunt – it felt like Damiano was fucking your guts. He constantly, without fail, kept hitting your g-spot, causing your vision to become unfocused.

“Oh, oh, oh  – please, don’t stop!” you screamed, throwing your head back and letting your eyes flutter close in pure ecstasy.

Damiano felt his heart pound against his chest, continuing his eager thrusting and completely enjoying himself. It felt like heaven, being inside of you, he honestly didn’t want to pull out. If he had a choice, he’d stay inside of you forever.

“I’m never gonna stop,” Damiano growled, before bending his head down into the crook of your neck, biting your pulse point and triggering your final orgasm of the night. You wailed, making a tight fist and banging it against the bed, your nails digging into Damiano’s shoulder, making him groan in pleasure.

Damiano felt his balls tighten up immediately after, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze him so beautifully, he could cry. He was going to come any second now, just a few more hard thrusts and – Damiano blacked out. His body instantly dropped and landed right on top of you, his cock spurting his release inside of you.

For a few seconds, you weren’t even aware of Damiano’s passing out on top of you, as you were still going through the intense waves and feelings of your own orgasm. You felt dizzy and unsure of everything around you, you could barely see – all you could see was dark hair in your face and you blinked rapidly, trying to get your vision back into focus as your body was tingling in euphoria.

When you finally unclenched your fist from gripping your boyfriends shoulder, that’s when you noticed it. Suddenly, you tried sitting up quickly, which was a bad idea since Damiano was literally dead weight on top of you, you couldn’t move a inch, only your head and arms.

“Damiano!” you yelled, trying to wiggle your body from underneath his to wake him, feeling his cock release the last few drops of his cum inside of you. You didn’t want your mind to wonder off, but cock-warming Damiano felt amazing – even with the terrible circumstance that was currently happening.

“Damiano,” you called desperately, using both of your hands to gently lift his head from the crook of your neck. His eyes were closed and sweat was beaded across his forehead, his lips were only slightly parted as he breathed heavily. Was he…?

Was he snoring?!

You were growing more and more worried, he should be awake by now. “Damiano!” you said firmly, pinching one of his cheeks as you held his head up. Why wasn’t he waking up? You considered slapping him, but then quickly dismissed the crazy idea.

“Please, baby – wake up for me…” you said softly, not exactly knowing what to do in this type of situation as this has never happened to you. You just wanted to make sure he was alright, then you’d let him sleep however long he wanted to.

All of the sudden, as if your worried state was enough to do the trick, his eyelids opened quickly, looking alerted and startled. “W-What…?” he asked slowly, mumbling his words. “Oh, thank goodness!” you exclaimed, pecking him on the mouth. Damiano looked so confused, calling your name to grab your attention as you began to fuss over him. You wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of your hand, your eyes wandering all over his face, making sure his eyes remained focused and open.

“Darling, what happened?” Damiano asked, grabbing one of your busy hands by the wrist, pausing your actions as you laid beneath him, with a look of concern on your face. “Oh, Damiano… you passed out!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening and you bit your lower lip in worry, not sure how he would take to hearing the news, or if he’d even believe you. You truly expected him to laugh at you.

He didn’t.

Turns out, he believed you, because his eyes grew huge and his mouth dropped open in shock. “I… what?! I passed out? How?!” Damiano demanded, before he started cursing in Italian, his cheeks flushed. Damiano looked down between your bodies, lifting his up a little to see you both were still connected, with him still inside of you, limp.

Immediately, Damiano pulled out and rolled over to sit back up against the headboard, causing you to gasp at the sudden emptiness. Damiano turned to you quickly, an apology already flying out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry, amore mio… I didn’t mean to…”

You grimaced, feeling Damiano’s cum leak out of you. “It’s… it’s fine, darling – really, I’m okay.” You knew he was embarrassed, you could just tell by his posture and his reaction and just knowing Damiano. “It’s alright, you know. You’re okay,” you said quietly, laying there in silence as Damiano leaned over to grab his cigarettes and lighter. Damiano shook his head in objection, his cheeks still heated with a blush. In all your years of knowing Damiano, it was very hard for him to feel embarrassed.

He didn’t care what others thought about him, he didn’t give a fuck about other peoples opinions. He never cared what people thought of him… ever.

You though… you were different. He respected you, and loved you so damn much… perhaps too much, since it caused him to become so overwhelmed with emotion while fucking your brains out – and then, ultimately, he passed out himself.

Damiano lit up another cigarette, bringing it up to his mouth immediately and sucking in the cloudy smoke. It was silent for exactly six minutes.

Six, uncomfortable minutes.

You didn’t know what to say… or think, really. You knew you weren’t mad or upset, you also didn’t think that he should feel ashamed or embarrassed about the situation. But you also knew Damiano and his need to overthink things whenever he was with you.

“I’m sorry,” Damiano said, quietly. His voice sounded so small – so filled with shame, and you did not like it one bit. You sat up right next to him, plucking the lit cigarette from his swollen lips and placing the stick between your own lips, inhaling the smoke.

Damiano looked at you from the corner of his eyes as if you went mad, you never smoked cigarettes. He only ever offered you one to tease you and mess around, he knew you’d always decline his offer. Which, right now, he was positive you’ve lost it somehow after experiencing his embarrassing moment.

He kept checking your face in worry, which remained blank. Thinking to himself, great, just fucking fantastic. He’s caused you to smoke and ruin your lungs all because of him passing out during sex. Fuck. He didn’t know what to do or say… but, apparently, you did.

You inhaled another deep drag of the cigarette, before turning your head to look up at your pouty boyfriend, holding out the cigarette for him to take from you. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I understand. Just don’t… don’t hide from me. Don’t shut me out, because I love you, Damiano. I love you so fucking much,” you paused, breathing out the smoke. Then, you locked your eyes with his, making note of every feature of his beautiful face.

“I’ll do whatever you want, for your love. Do you understand me?” you asked, sincerely. Damiano immediately smiled, teeth and all, before licking his lips and putting the cigarette down in the ashtray. He turned back to you and cupped your face in his hands lovingly, “I just guess next time I’ll have to have you pass out on me,” Damiano remarked, smirking down at you in amusement.

You smiled, pressing your lips to his, kissing him with all the love and passion you could muster up in one kiss. “I love you,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

He hummed his confirmation, “And I… love you.”

fin ♡ ˊˎ-

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐): if you enjoyed this and would like to see more, you may request something for damiano right here! & here is my masterlist, in case you didn’t see it up top! okay, i hope you enjoyed this lil thing… it took me WEEKS to finish this story so please reblog, like, share & leave your feedback! <3 thank you!

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[manesini]

good night everyone, remember the requests are open ღ

damiano david imagine - unfaithful

pairing: damiano david x fem!reader

word count: 1,234 words

summary: after being almost two years together, reader starts to notice some changes in her relationship with Damiano. but when the truth comes out, she finds comfort in surprising place.

warnings: angst, cheating & curse words

author’s note: in the future you can find all my writing under the tag "manesiniwrites". hopefully you like it, there might be part two. and remember requests are open, send them here

i haven't written in a long time, so please be easy with me! and apparently i can't write anything happy and made Damiano look like a total dickhead. i'm sorry :/

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right before your second anniversary with Damiano, you started noticing how things were changing. something was off with him but you couldn't tell what. when you asked him if there was something that was bothering him, Damiano just brushed it off; "he was just stressing about upcoming tour with the band".

and even though you weren't in a band that had gained so much international attention after winning eurovision, you could kinda understand why he was stressed. so you didn't want to bother him anymore and thought it was because of the new tour. there was absolutely no reason why you shouldn't trust him.

still you couldn't stop noticing how he was being super secretive about his phone. he even stopped asking you to hang out with the band, which was weird to you since you were friends with everybody. you could even describe that Victoria was one of your best friends. when you ask about it from her, she didn't know why Damiano didn't ask you to hang out with them.

since everything you knew about Rome was via Damiano, it was weird. you had left everything behind when you started dating him, so your life was mostly going around him. but you didn't want to be clingy girlfriend, so you just let it be. maybe it had something to do with the stress of the tour that was coming.

everytime you called your friends from home, they were telling you how you were ignoring obvious sings. they were filling your brain with thought of Damiano cheating you. but you didn't want to believe them, he wouldn't ever do that to you. he loved you, just like you loved him.

after he had "forgot" your second anniversary date because of the rehearsal, you started to get suspicious even though you didn't want to. Victoria told you that there was no band practice that day and Damiano had told to her that he was spending anniversary with you.

it left you questioning why was lying to you and Victoria. when you called Victoria again, after getting back to home from the restaurant where Damiano had ditched you, you finally told her about your suspicions. you told her about all the things you had noticed and Victoria couldn't deny how weird it was from Damiano's side.

you never wanted to be that girlfriend who would go through her boyfriend's stuff. but your brain was yelling to you how things were weird and you needed some kind of information about what was going on. so now you didn't have any other choices but snoop around his stuff.

at the same time, that you were going insane at the apartment you shared with Damiano. he was in this fancy hotel room with some random girl he had met via Instagram. he had totally forgot your dinner date for the anniversary, just because he was too busy fucking some Instagram model. he didn't even know why he did it, but he was doing it again and again.

at this point he didn't feel shame at all and couldn't even think about your feelings. he had gotten away with it once and it had given him powerful feeling that he could just spend a night with different girls and nobody would know about it. you would be waiting him at home and give him love, he needed and was used to get. but then this different girls he would find on Instagram or at the concerts, would give him the admiration he didn't know he needed.

while Damiano was driving home to you from the hotel he had just spended few hours, you were trying to find any signs of what was going on with your boyfriend. you didn't even know what you were looking for and what you wanted to know. there was a even minute where you were praying God to give you some kind of sign that you would need.

but when you did find sign, you wished you would not have prayed. you were staring at the piece of paper with phone number and a note; "thanks for a last night, maybe we could do it again soon". and there was the sign you had looked for, even though it was the one you didn't need.

your heart broke into million tiny pieces inside your chest and it was hard to breathe. after everything you had done for him, Damiano had fucked up your whole relationship. you wanted to say to meaningless hook-up but at this moment you didn't if it was meaningless to him. after all, it could have been going on for how long. Damiano had been weird for last few months and now your brain was putting pieces together.

there was no way you could bear to see him after this. so you packed overnight bag and left the piece of paper that had ruined your whole relationship to the kitchen table. and so you left to the only place you knew you could go. to Victoria's place.

when she opened her front door and saw you crying there, her heart broke too. you had called her while driving to her place and told everything about how Damiano had been so weird and distant to you, to the part where you found the random girls' number from his stuff. just like, Victoria had put pieces together in her head.

the sight of you crying your eyes out was too much for Victoria. she couldn't believe how her bandmate and best friend, could have done that to you. in her eyes you were just this sweet and fun girl, who loved Damiano with all her heart. and inside her head, she wished that she was the one you were loving. but nobody knew about these thoughts.

Victoria didn't knew what she could say to make you feel better, all she could do was hugging you and humming some soothing melody while you cried in her sofa. for your her humming was beautiful and relaxind, somehow it helped you to calm down a little bit. somehow it calmed you down, her just being there.

while you criend at Victoria's sofa, Damiano had finally gotten home. because of his secret hotel hook-up, he had totally forgot your anniversary dinner. but he didn't worry about anything when he walked through apartment's door. he had never got caught with his actions and he just knew, he wouldn't be now either.

but as for his surprise, you were nowhere to be found. first he didn't think too much about it, maybe you had gone to the store or something. but when he found the piece of paper in the kitchen table he got worried quickly. there was no way his secret had come out. he didn't know if he should have called you or not, but Damiano picked up his phone and dialed to you.

Victoria saw her best friend to call your phone that was laying on the coffee table. she just hang up the phone and kept cuddling you on the sofa since that had helped you to calm down a lot.

"there is no way that he's gonna give you some shitty explanations now. maybe tomorrow, let him suffer a bit", Victoria told and pressed kiss on top of your head. she didn't want to let Damiano to hurt you more than he had already did.

[ghostcookieturner]

what do you think about an imagine with damiano when he writes a song dedicated to you and performs it for the first time? 🤍

i would start seizing but that wouldn’t be very fitting for a fic so i’ll wipe up something where the reader doesnt die🤭

ps this is more like a blurb then an actual imagine just bc i’m horrible at describing things ajajaj

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300,000 HEARTS

where damiano sings a song about you he wrote in highschool, to a full arena

Damiano David x Fem!Girlfriend!Reader

word count: ~300

tws: grammatical errors, unedited, being totally flabbergasted lol

It hit you like a current in a river.

Your boyfriend, rockstar Damiano David, singing the song he wrote about you in high school, in front of the sold-out crowd at Circo Massimo.

The crowds reaction was everything but calm. They danced and swayed to the song while you held back tears. You knew it was your song from the first line of the first verse.

Of course, there were a couple tweaks and fixes to the song here and there, but the chorus sounds the same as it was when you were both 16. It’s a slow, little love ballad that has a 70s vibe to it. He called you a couple days after your first date and he told you to go over to his place. And there, he preformed the rough draft of the song he is performing right now, in front of the packed Circo Massimo.

It was his dream to preform here, sold out to a crowd who knew their songs like the back of their hands. That’s why the chorus sent 300,000 hearts to you, one from each person who attended.

You finally understood the lyrics now.

“300,000 hearts I send to you my love, my love.”

He gave you a wink after the last word, seeing your amazement even onstage.

Your insides melted, like a candle burning wax. All you could hear were the cheers and screams of fans all around you, obsessed with the new song.

[mywritingonlyfans]

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this short fic is about: a needy/emotional reader being fingered by dami.

warnings: it’s smut (you know what to do and i can’t like stop you, so just be careful (?) idk. fem!reader x damiano david. ps. i’m sorry if you already read something similar before bc i really like that fic so i decide to rewrite it with dami.

Your back hurts from the time you spent working at your desk.

Stress was running through your body, resulting in tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Even so, being enfolded in Damiano’s arms made things endurable.

“Gonna tell me what happened with you, little one?” The tip of his nose slid down your neck, fitting his face into your shoulder.

The weather was cold. Your body, dressed in minimal clothes, was wrapped in between the covers that were now being shared with Damiano. He tried to accommodate you in his grip, in a delicious mixture of his scent along with his warmth. Fully dressed, in his open blazer and tailored pants, he let you squeeze him into your figure.

“Nothing at all," you sighed. "It was just a bad day. I’m feelin’ like pure shit.” He laughed, causing a sweet vibration in his chest that made you feel at home.

Words wouldn’t describe how grateful you were that he came home and went straight to you, without worrying about his own affairs first; or even removing his clothes to lie on the bed with you.

“D’ya wanna talk about it?” He whispered, placing soft kisses on your neck.

You dazed as soon as his teeth found your flesh, growling in his ear, “no. I’m hurting, 'm too tense.”

He sniffed at your inability to form sentences in the moment. Lovely sight to his eyes. Holding your face in his hand, he glued his lips to yours as you involuntary nestled your cheek in his palm; just like a puppy.

“So needy. I though you were simply sad darlin’.” He rubbed his thumb on the corners of your mouth, lowering his fingertips across all long your body. “I guess I'm gonna have to fix this, huh?”

You didn't answer him. Not that you need to. Honesty, you were guiding him to that. His touch were melting you inside. No more words were needed for him to understand that you were craving to be taken care of by him.

Your fingers grazed the soft skin above his underwear. Your breath speed up while his weight was put on top of yours, not in an exaggerated way but in a delicate one, his heaviness brought you comfort. He attacked your lips again, this time deepening it; putting in a fight with your tongue. You sank your head into the pillow, enjoying his taste on your mouth.

The calluses of his fingers danced on your lower belly, providing you goosebumps. “Dami,” you held his face, breaking the kiss and leaving a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Uh-huh,”

“Touch me,” you breathe out, putting your hand over his, pushing it down. “Please.”

Damiano knew what you needed, however hearing the words come out of your mouth was fascinating; inviting. So he always awaited you to verbalize what you wanted him.

“Gladly,” his murmur being muffled as he sucked on the skin of your collarbone. “So sweet.”

A delightful euphoric ardor filling your chest when you feel his fingers caress you, in smooth and slow circles, along to the marks he left on your top.

You dropped your head on his neck, depositing bites on his shoulder, while he dipped his fingers in your folds.

Your growl filled the room along with the wet noises you made. “Does it feel good, angel?” He kissed the side of your face at the same time that you clutched your arms around his shoulders; shoving your nose on his shining blazer.

As you muttered an incoherent agreement, he removed his digits, teasing the edges of your entrance with his tips, then pushing at you in a fast pace.

You clasped your fingerprints in his hair, holding his dominant hand while closing your leg in a reflex act.

“You’re so good, babe. You’re doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well, making ‘em all warm and moisturizer.” He said in a hoarse voice due to his altered breathing.

Touching his fist lightly on your inner thigh, he made you spread yourself for him again. He pressed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it firmly, increasing his movements inside you.

“Dami,” you cried out, noticing your throat getting dry by each breath.

You held on to him tighter than before, feeling your stomach tingle as tears formed in your eyes.

“Don’t you hide from me, babe. Let me admire how good I’m makin’ you feel.” He kissed your cheek, watching you lay your head back on the pillow.

Your breast rose and fell fiercely, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you tried to keep your eyes open for him.

“That’s my girl.” He curled his fingers in you, dropping strands of his hair fall on your forehead. “Keep your eyes open for me, baby girl.” He said as soon as you threatened to close your eyes.

You nodded, looking at him, taking note of how inviting his pink and swollen lips were. He smiled sweetly, a nice contrast to how he was making you feel, starting to widen his fingers just to close it right after; rigid like a scissors. You groaned loudly, ignoring what he had asked and closing your eyes tight. He laughed, shutting you up with his lips while your legs went limp as you messed up his hand.

He rubbed you until your breathing calmed, drawing lines around your groin with his thumb. “Better?” He asked, watching you open your eyes. You nodded, pulling him lazily to yourself for more kisses.

He played with your tongue, pecking your corners every once in a while; letting you soften into him. Squeezing your thigh, after giving it a quick but hard slap, he brought his index finger up to your lips, outlining them. You took his finger in your mouth, with his pierce eyes stuck on you as sucking it lightly; making him let out a deep sigh. You tasted yourself on him until he pulled his finger of you, sealing his lips with yours one last time. He pulled you onto his chest while you felt your body electrified by him, you wrapped your legs around his, fitting one of them at the height of his waist, feeling your bare stomach in contact with his now cold belt as his hand ran down your back.

“You want more, angel?” He whispered, watching you grinding yourself on him.

You lifted your head, blood rising to your cheeks. “Yeeep.”

[writersblockiskillingme]

Måneskin Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

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Damiano David

If Not For You - As Damiano goes away on the tour with his band mates he has to deal with leaving his home behind. You. [۵♡]

Timezone - As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind. [۵♡]

Jealousy Game - You were ready for a lot of things, but you weren't ready for a woman at the competition you were attending to flirt with your secret boyfriend. [۵♡]

Papà - You woke up in the middle of the night just so that you realize that Damiano is not with you, but don't worry. You know where to find him. [♡]

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭]

How It's Supposed To Look Like - After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like. [➳۵♡✭]

Only Angel - You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it. [♡✭➳]

Thomas Raggi

Torna A Casa - Song that was promised to his one and only that he met on a lonely day in park in Italy. [➳۵]

Ethan Torchio

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [���♡]

[taste-your-silhouette]

Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader Contents: Fluff Summary: You’re at a party and you’re squabbling over a sofa with Damiano when he unintentionally reveals something while unaware that you’re eavesdropping  Words: ~1129 A/N: A touch of enemies to lovers for you all, because I love it!I should warm you that it contains some explicit language.Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙

I just wanna hold you close tonight

You're at your bestie's party, at her crib. Parties aren't really your thing, but there's no way to dodge one when your friend is the mastermind behind it.

The house is jam-packed, the music is blasting, and Vic, one of your pals, is rocking the DJ booth. Vic and Thomas, your childhood buddies, are also here, along with Ethan. You became friends with Ethan after he joined the band. As for Damiano... well, let's just say you and him are like acquaintances. You wouldn't exactly call him a friend because you both don't exactly hit it off. He tends to make you feel uneasy, so you try to avoid being in the same place as him whenever possible. Whenever his gaze meets yours, it's like all your defenses crumble, and you can't stand that feeling.

You've had a few sips, but not enough to get wasted, just enough to feel a little extra lively and adventurous. Everyone is having a blast, but all you crave is the comfort of your bed. As you navigate through the crowd, trying to escape small talk, you stumble upon a vacant couch in the living room. It's like a dream come true — all you want is to plop down and catch some Z's!

As you were about to reach the sofa, Damiano flings himself onto it, stretching his legs out and occupying the entire space.

"You've got to be kidding me!" you exclaim, giving him a stern look.

He gazes back at you, confused.

"What did I do?"

"I was going to sit there, you goofball."

"Oh, my bad, Y/N. Didn't realize you had plans."

You grumble angrily and retort:

"Move or I'll plop down and squish your head!"

"You know, that wouldn't be a half-bad idea. You sitting on my head, right over my mouth, to be precise," he smirks.

"You're repulsive. Get off the couch, Damiano."

"I've already told you no. Looks like you'll have to sit here by force."

You roll your eyes and throw yourself on top of him, engaging in a playful struggle to push each other off the couch. Suddenly, both of you freeze as you end up on his lap.

Damiano continues to stare at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, well."

You roll your eyes and simply say:

"Shut up, and you know what? You can stay right there, no need to move. You're surprisingly comfortable."

You push him, pressing his back against the couch, and then rest your head on his chest.

"Keep quiet, I'm tired," you practically command, closing your eyes.

Incredibly, he simply obeys your request.

//

You don't know exactly how long you've dozed off, but the party is still in full swing, and you're still sprawled on top of Damiano. Amidst all the noise, you can't hear his heart pounding, but you can feel the rhythmic beats.

"Is it the end of the world? You two getting along without exchanging insults," you hear Ethan remark.

"You say that because you didn't witness the battle it took to reach this point," Damiano retorts.

"Damiano, leave her be. Let's enjoy the party," a female voice you don't recognize calls out to Damiano.

You don't pay attention to what Damiano says, or perhaps he simply ignores the girl. With one hand resting on your head, you can faintly feel a gentle stroke through your hair.

He doesn't want to disturb your peaceful slumber. Seeing you so calm and serene lying on his lap is a sight he's never witnessed before. It's a far cry from the usual furrowed and stressed Y/N when you're together.

"Are you planning on staying there until the party is over?" the girl asks once more.

Damiano takes a deep breath and responds:

"Whether or not I stay here all night is none of your business."

Ethan lets out a faint chuckle and waits a few minutes before speaking up:

"Hey, Damiano. Deep down, you have feelings for her, don't you?"

You sense Damiano's heartbeat quicken. Could he be nervous about the question?

Damiano hesitates for a moment before finally admitting: 

"Yeah, I like her, all right? It's just that... she's complicated."

Ethan bursts into laughter.

"I knew it! It's as clear as day if you ask me. And I do not doubt that she likes you too."

Damiano's face lights up with a smile at the thought of his feelings being reciprocated by you. He has liked you since the day you first met, but he never quite knew how to express it. The playful banter and dynamic between you two became his way of catching your attention.

"I really hope so..." he murmurs as he rests his cheek against your head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of your hair. "Please, let her like me," Damiano whispers, almost inaudibly.

You let out a sleepy sigh, lazily opening and closing your eyes, but stay still, relishing the sensation of Damiano's heartbeat.

He likes you, and you heard him confess it. If you hadn't heard it directly from him, if Ethan or anyone else had told you, you would never have believed it.

One of your hands rests on Damiano's shoulder, and you glide it gently across his skin until you reach his neck, where you begin a tender caress.

With his other hand, free to move, Damiano strokes your arm and whispers in your ear,

"How long have you been awake?"

"I'm taking off," Ethan announces.

With your eyes still shut, you respond:

"It's not a big deal, but I heard you confess that you like me and want me to feel the same way."

"Look at me," Damiano requests.

You disregard his plea, not wanting to lose the sensation of his racing heartbeat.

"No, I want to keep feeling your heartbeat."

Damiano chuckles and gently holds your chin, directing your gaze toward him.

"You'll be able to feel it pounding over and over," he says.

You raise an eyebrow and inquire:

"Really?"

"Yes, ever since the day you entered my life, it's been racing at the mere thought of you. It's been yours all along, and you can hear or feel its rhythm whenever you want."

You smile widely and guide one of Damiano's hands to your chest, allowing him to feel your heartbeat as well.

It's just as fast as his.

"My heart dances the same tune. I suppose that's why I'm always on guard whenever I'm around you because my heart belongs to you too."

"Y/N..." Damiano begins, but you cut him off.

"Shh, if I recall correctly, I told you to hush, but it seems that proved challenging for you..."

Before you can finish your sentence, Damiano pulls you into a kiss.

It's a kiss filled with unbridled passion. A kiss that should have taken place ages ago.

[tellmesomething01]

are you gonna remember it? - DAMIANO DAVID

warnings: kissing; alcohol; smoking; dirty talk; heavy make out section

pairing: damiano david x fem!actress!reader

pov: third person

summary: y/n casually meets damiano during a exciting night in Rome.

a/n: i’m so excited for this. i’m italian so everything i write i imagine it in italian. i write in italian everything i want to be in italiano then i traslate it😊 (y/s/n is your series name).

y/n will never regret going to Rome on June 2019 even if the humidity bothered her every 30 seconds.

She was with her friends Jordan, Carl, Riven, Madison and Melany. They weren’t just her friends but they were also her co-workers and their tv series came out a month before and they were in Rome for some press and interviews.

The six decided to go to a dance club the third night they were there.

y/n was wearing a short black dress with a big V neckline that shaped her breast just perfectly.

When the group entered the club the music was loud, people on the dance floor was already sweating for all the dancing, jumping and screaming.

Y/n held out her hands “dance with me m’ladies?” she asked her two girl-friends and the three immediately ran to the dance floor.

After a couple of songs Carl brought them drinks and the group kept dancing and singing on songs that they had never heard.

Somewhere, not too far away from the group of actors, Victoria turned around and looked at her three boy-friends “Oh mio Dio! Oh mio Dio (Oh my God! Oh my God!)”

“Cosa? (What?)” Thomas asked, shocked because he didn’t know why Victoria was screaming

“Quelli sono gli attori del cast di y/s/n (Those are the actors of the cast of y/s/n)” she screamed again

“Vai a chiedere loro n’a foto (Go ask them a photo)” Ethan told her

“No, è imbarazzante (No, it’s embarrassing)” she replied

“Ma smettila (Stop it)” Damiano said pushing her towards the group of actors and the three immediately followed the blonde bassist

Y/n was dancing with her second drink in her hand, the other hand touching her own body without thinking when a voice behind her made her almost jump “Hi, I-you are the cast of y/s/n, right?”

“Yeah” Jordan chuckled

“Can I take a photo with you?” Victoria asked

Y/n checked out the four people next to her and immediately ran to Madison and Melany “You know the song that we heard yesterday morning by that italian band?” she whispered-yelled in their ears

“Yeah, you said you looked for them on the internet” Melany answered

“I did. That’s them” y/n stated. The three girl-friends looked at each other in shock then blasted out of laugh

“Dumbasses, don’t be rude, come take a photo with this gorgeous girl” Carl scolded them

Y/n slightly punched Carl on the shoulder “Don’t flirt with fans” then y/n turned to the blonde girl that wanted to take a photo with them “What’s your name, darling?“

“Victoria” she answered trying to regain all the confidence she barely never lost

“Hi, I’m y/n” she smiled then the group took a photo with Victoria “Thank you so much” she said when she was about to live with her friends but Madison stopped her “Guys, wanna dance with us?”

“You kidding, right?“ Victoria said in shock

“I’m not, I mean, I know you’re a famous band here” Madison stated making all of her friends look at her in shock

“And how do you know that?” Riven asked

“I heard a song yesterday morning” Madison shrugged

Victoria looked at her friends looking for consent, the three boys nodded. While the band introduced themselves to the three actors, Madison pushed aside her girl-friends

“What the fuck?” Melany asked

Madison turned to look at y/n “long curly haired boy is fucking checking you out”

Melany and y/n turned around to look at the boy then back to Madison

“Hot” Melany commented

“I-“ y/n stammered

“Give it a shot” Madison stated

Y/n rolled her eyes “fine”

“Why are you girls so rude, come introduce yourselves” Carl chuckled

“We’re so sorry” Melany apologized and the three introduced themselves

“Damiano” the long curly haired boy said with a smirk on his face

“Y/n” the actress answered hiding a smile.

Time passed, they danced and screamed all the time when y/n started her third drink.

“Smetti di fissarla e fai qualcosa (Stop staring at her and do something)” Ethan whispered-yelled to Damiano.

The singer rolled his eyes at his friend then slowly walked behind y/n, placing a hand on her waist he whispered in her ear “Do you smoke?”

The actress nodded

“Wanna go outside?” the singer asked. Y/n looked at Madison who winked at her then y/n and Damiano walked outside the club.

Damiano immediately lighted up his sigarette and handed y/n the lighter.

“Come with me” Damiano said as he started walking, y/n immediately followed him.

The two stayed silent silent for what looked like hours but was just some seconds until Damiano talked again “were you with your friend when she heard our song?”

“Maybe” she chuckled

“And?” he asked

y/n started walking backwards in front of Damiano with her drink in one hand and her sigarette in the other “not bad”

“Not bad?” he said pretending to be hurt making her laugh

“Come on, I wasn’t insulting you” she said still laughing

“It seriously hurts”

“Oh come on!”

“Okay, okay. I could go on for days” he said making her laugh again “Why are you in Rome from wherever you come from?”

“I am from New York and I’m here for press” she answered

He smirked taking the last drag from his sigarette and throwing it away

“So, your friend has seen my series, have you?” she asked

“Yeah”

“And?” she asked taking the last drag from her sigarette and throwing it away

“Not bad” he said mocking her

Y/n gasped “Okay, yeah, it hurts” she laughed

“See?” he laughed too.

Y/n throw her empty plastic cup in a trash can and Damiano grabbed her wrist “Come with me”

He dragged her in alley and pushed her against the wall.

“How drunk are you?“ he asked

“I don’t know” she shrugged

He leaned in to whisper in her ear “If I kiss you right now, are you gonna remember it?”

She nodded.

Their lips collapsed.

Damiano’s hands immediately went to grab y/n’s waist to get her closer to his body.

Y/n’s hands wrapped around Damiano’s neck when he licked her bottom lip and she gave him access.

She tried to battle for dominance but she immediately gave up when Damiano’s left hand squeezed her butt cheek making her moan against his lips.

Y/n’s hands intertwined with Damiano’s long hair and her finger tips caressed his scalp.

Y/n pushed her right leg between Damiano’s legs and gently rubbed it against his chock and a low grown escaped Damiano’s lips.

Damiano grabbed y/n’s left leg and lift it to his own waist, his hand holding her leg from the back of her knee.

He gently pushed her more against the wall, her back and ass touching it.

He grind his leg against her clothed core making her moan.

His lips left her and brushed her ear “Already soaking for me, bellezza? (beauty)”

Y/n rolled her eyes “Says the one how had an erection the second his lips touched mines”

Damiano chuckled and looked straight in her eyes “And I tough you were playing. You actually are a brat” he said making her bit her bottom lip.

Y/n’s phone broke the moment when it rang “Don’t answer it” Damiano stated

“I have to” she said and answered the phone

“Babe, we gotta go” Madison said on the other side of the phone as Damiano started kissing y/n’s neck

Y/n groaned “I’m coming back” she said and hung the phone

“I have to go” she told Damiano as he kept kissing her neck

“Already?” he whispered against her skin sending shivers down her spine. He bit her neck making her moan as her fingers brushed between his hair again

“I have to work tomorrow morning”

He hummed in respond and kissed her lips again. She melt in the kiss for a couple of seconds the pulled away gently pushing his chest “As much as I am loving this, I have to go”

Damiano rolled his eyes “Fine”

The two walked back to the club in a comfort silence.

“There she is!” Riven yelled when he saw y/n and Damiano

“We have to go. John is gonna be pissed” Carl said referring to their manager

“Have a good night, guys” y/n said and turned around to enter the car but Damiano grabbed her wrist “Hey, can I at least have your number?”

“Yeah” she chuckled and gave him her number

“For how long do you stay?” he asked

“Four more days” she answered

“Perfect”

“Have a good night” she smiled

“Good night, bellezza”

I was thinking about a part 2. Tell me what you think about it.

[little-diable]

Demoni o santi - Damiano David (smut)

After a day of reading cringy Damiano fics we just had to write our own imagine. Be aware this is just a drabble, no crazy plot, just porn. Co-written by @hidingsikki and me, two girls that are super horny for an Italian singer. 

Summary: The reader works for the band as their photographer, she is following them around the continent, falling in love with the man that had always treated her like his enemy. 

Warnings: 18+, smut, enemies with benefits, basically just pwp

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader

“No, not like this.” Damiano sighed, eyes falling shut as he ran his hand through his hair. 

"If you’d just let me do my work you’d see that I’m actually pretty good at it." She felt her patience slipping, already annoyed with his constant interruptions, her skin was flaring up, heart skipping a few beats. 

Once again she crouched down, camera in her hand, trying to snap another picture of Damiano. The streetlight projected a light shadow onto his features, drenching him in a faint orange tone, accentuating his sharp jawline. He kept on moving around, hand trembling as he searched for a cigarette, still running on the adrenaline that had burst through his veins the second he stepped onto the stage, rehearsing for the big finale.

"You know what, the photos will look much better if you actually just stop moving around all the time.” She was getting impatient, trying to stay somewhat calm as she studied the man in front of her. The cloud of smoke he blew into her direction gave her the final push, body trembling from the waves of anger that swapped over her.

She could barely remember the first day she had met him, could only think of the way he had treated her, barely sparing the photographer a glance. By now she was used to their constant bickering, the angry words both would spit, not finding a way out of the routine both chose to live with.

Before Damiano could reply she had turned off her camera, shouldering her bag, already fed up with his behaviour. (Y/n)‘s boots pounded against the floor as she tried to get some distance between her and the man she had been following around the continent for months, taking pictures wherever they’d go.

With a heavy heart and an aching soul, she stepped into her hotel room, door falling shut behind her. Her back met her mattress, (y/n)’s mind was racing, wondering if there was a chance that the tension between her and Damiano would ever give her a moment to rest.

He was keeping her on her toes, late at night as he’d make his way into her room, with his hands on her sides, she’d forget about the hurtful things he’d growl at her, the way he’d pierce the blade of his knife into her back as she wasn’t watching him. (Y/n)’s lungs were grasping the same air he was breathing, holding onto his scent that would crawl up her nostrils, cozying her along as she’d get stuck in the devil’s trap, losing herself as he was binding her closer to him.

The night prior he had found his way to her hotel room, lips that tasted like cigarettes and coffee met hers as he pushed her against the wall, towering over her. She could still feel the fingertips he had pressed into her skin, keeping her locked in place.

(Y/n) had forced herself to accept the constant throbbing between her thighs whenever he was close, a natural effect he had on her body, knowing very well that she’d do anything for him. No matter what, no matter how high the walls she was trying to build around her were, he’d always find a way inside, would always find the right words to wrap his veil of darkness around her.

In hopes of being able to forget about him for a few minutes she stepped into the shower, forehead falling against the cold tiles, letting the water cascade down her body. Her heart was racing, accelerating with each heavy breath that spilled from her lips. Damiano’s lips had left enough marks on her skin, leaving reminders for days, teasing her at any given chance.

Her eyes fluttered open, watching the drops of water drip from her hands, sticking to the black nail polish she had stolen from Damiano weeks ago. The sight alone managed to push her back into another memory.

“Look at me,” his hands met her throat, thumb running along her jawline, tracing her soft skin. His naked front was pressed against hers, legs intertwined as she was resting on his chest, trying to catch her breath from the way he had fucked her moments ago.

Damiano stared at her, ran his fingers along the marks he had left on her throat, cutting off her airstream, heightening her senses as he was fucking her into the mattress. His lips met her swollen ones once again, tongue running along the skin that was graced by marks her teeth had left.

Moments like these were the ones where her heart felt heavier than ever, hoping that one day she’d get a chance to stay the night, to hold onto him as he was sharing secrets and his darkest thoughts, laying his trust in the one he had claimed months ago.

Waves of heat kept crashing through her system, begging (y/n) to take care of the ache between her thighs, begging her to moan his name as she was falling apart to the thought of him. She couldn’t help but feel pathetic, ready to give herself to the man that only looked at her when she was buried underneath him, chained to an unhappy ending, tearing her bleeding heart apart for the man she’d follow till the end of time.

Damiano’s lips sucked on her throat, hands wrapped around her waist, keeping her close as she was chasing her own release. Drops of sweat kept on running down her back, sticking to her skin as the bright stars twinkled in the night sky. The warm autumn air engulfed them, the darkness of the night protected them as they fell apart with their bodies pressed together.

She looked like an angel, pure and innocent, holding onto his guiding frame, keeping her safe and protected.

“I got you, let go for me.” His rough voice left her shuddering, body blindly following his command, lips parted to moan his name. Her walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing him as she sobbed for him, pulling him down the edge with her, begging him to fill her with his warmth.

As the water no longer managed to calm her racing heart she reached for her towel, drying her skin with her mind still focused on Damiano. How much she’d give for a chance to make things right between them, to start off fresh with a pure heart, no longer tainted by her dark thoughts, the anger that kept holding onto her.

The sound of somebody impatiently knocking on her door ripped her out of her thoughts. Glassy eyes met her frame in the fogged up mirror of the bathroom, she took a deep breath before stepping into the bedroom, desperately trying to calm herself down.

“Yes?” (Y/n) stared at his pacing frame, not able to stop her eyes from wandering up and down his body, staring at the tattoos that were forever burned into his skin. Damiano carefully pushed her aside, stepping into the bedroom he had been in a few hours ago, clearly remembering the way he had touched her quivering frame.

“I-,” he was trying to look for the right words, anything he could use to apologize for the way he had treated her back there, anything to stop the guilt from tightening up his throat. But he could only pull her closer, holding onto the towel she had wrapped around her body, scared that she’d let go of him way too soon.

Damiano had kissed her before she could mutter another word, asking the singer what was going on inside his head, the things his mind was telling him to do, protecting himself from the feelings he fostered for the one he’d call his enemy. She was anything but his enemy, though Damiano couldn’t help but paint her in a bad light, anything to distract his heart with.

Their bodies fell back into their old routine, moving towards the bed he had fucked her on last night, crashing onto the mattress while her hands unbuttoned his black shirt. Each button exposed more of his tattooed chest, the skin she’d kiss as she was laying on his torso. Her hands were trembling, struggling to push his clothes off his body, already taken up by the thought of allowing the devil back into her sheets.

“I’m sorry,” Damiano pulled on her towel, watching the fabric fall from her frame, giving him full access to the body he would dream about making love to with each rising of the moon. Impatient she tugged on his black roots, not finding the right words she’d use to reply to his apology, only focused on his body, the things he’d do to her.

Damiano’s hand wandered down her side, made its way closer to her throbbing clit as he connected their lips, swallowing any sounds that would rumble through her. He dipped two fingers into her tightness, catching drops of arousal that dripped from her heat, covering her folds. Each soft touch was symbolic for the apology he was supposed to mutter, taking care of each wound he had left on her soul.

With his name on her tongue, she arched her back, legs finding their way around his waist, begging him to keep close. She couldn’t wait any longer, needed to distract herself with the feeling of his heavy cock buried deep inside of her.

“Please,” another pathetic whimper left her lips, eyes finding his dark pupils, telling a story of their own, the deep emotions that kept their hold on him, inspiring him to write one poetic song after another, asking for forgiveness for the sins he had committed. He didn’t find the strength to tease her, could only mutter her name as he rose from the mattress, freeing his hardening bulge from the confines of his clothes.

His length twitched in his grasp, excited to feel her walls wrapped around him, a safe haven for the boat that was rocking ashore, losing its path as another storm was tainting his soul.

Without breaking eye contact once he rolled a condom down his length before he settled between her thighs once again. He cupped her cheek as he pushed into her, forehead falling against hers, savoring the moment while their bodies moved on their own. (Y/n) had her fingernails clawed into his shoulders, keeping him close, allowing him to thrust deeper with each movement of his hips.

The sound of their skin meeting echoed through the bedroom, their pants filled the air, urging him on to pick up the speed of his thrusts. Damiano had one hand placed on her throat, the other one danced up and down her side, moving closer to her throbbing clit.

“I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric,” he moaned the lyrics into her ear, forcing (y/n) to remember the day he had written the song. Damiano had pulled her into his lap, playing the song for the one he couldn’t help but lust after. It had been the first night he had fucked her, right there in the studio, making sure that (y/n) finally understood that she belonged to him.

“‘M so close,” (y/n)’s chest kept on rising and falling, breaths no longer heavy and long, though short, heart rumbling in her chest, pumping hot blood through her system. He circled her clit with his thumb, watched his cock slipping in and out of her, condom covered with her arousal. Both would fall apart way too soon, allowing their orgasms to rock through them, distracting them from the world outside, from the roles both were supposed to play.

Both knew that as the sun would rise he’d leave her bed, pressing a kiss to her lips, already regretting the hurtful words he’d throw at her later on, the way he would act around her. But in this very moment it was just the two of them, lovers that weren’t supposed to be anything but enemies, two helpless people that couldn’t help but give into their longing.

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➵ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

➵ Ethan Torchio x fem!David!reader

➵ summary: you sit with your boyfriend and have a conversation about the good, bad and the ugly.

➵ word count: 1.7k

➵ tw: mentions attempted suicide (kind of detailed), mental illness, drinking, swearing, Damiano being not very nice but then being rlly nice also, smoking, self deprecation, mentions of past fighting, really quick sexual innuendo if you blink you’ll miss it. really bad google translate Italian im so sorry if you speak Italian really I deeply apologize this is terrible haha. lmk if I missed anything!

➵ a/n: im pretty happy with the way this turned out and I hope u all love it too! xo (ps, Italian words are in italics, flashbacks in bold!)

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“Amore?”

You jumped at the voice behind you, even though anyone could’ve guessed that Ethan was going to come out and check on you sooner or later.

You didn’t turn around, just took another drag from your cigarette.

Ethan plopped down next to you, letting out a small grunt as his body hit the ground, and adjusting so he could wrap his arms around his knees.

“Damiano è uno stronzo.” (Damiano’s an ass.)

You scoffed, “Parlamene.” (Tell me about it)

You were Damiano’s little sister, and boy did he never let you forget it. Which could either be heaven or hell. He could make you feel so protected, like a little princess whose throne was on top of the world, but he could also make you feel so small. Like a tiny fly on his shoulder that he repeatedly has to swat away.

Ethan had only ever seen you as you. Not a fly or a princess, just you. Which is what drew you to him in the first place. He was so caring, attentive, and so in love with you. So, when Damiano made one too many jokes at your expense in front of his friends, and after you slammed down your wine glass and cursed under your breath and stomped outside, Ethan knew to wait a couple minutes before following you out.

“Sempre il dramma.”(Always with the drama) Damiano had scoffed before taking a drink from your glass after you left the room.

“No need to be a dick, Dami.” Ethan had said before he finally followed you outside.

You handed Ethan a cigarette and lit his with the end of your own, he nodded in thanks before taking his first drag and leading you both into comfortable silence.

“Damiano, the star.” You said after a significant amount of time had passed. Ethan turned his head toward you, prompting you to continue. “Damiano this, Damiano that. None of them ever ask about me. Do they care who I’m dating?​​ They don’t until they find out it’s you. Do they care how I make my money? No, I’m not a rockstar. Did they care when I landed myself in a mental hospital because I tried slitting my wrists apart? No. Not even a fucking ‘Get Well’ card.”

Ethan winced at the last one. He remembered that night all too well, driving you to the hospital in a panic as you practically faded away in the passenger’s seat. He would never stop getting nightmares about it, and sometimes he can still hear his own cries as he tries to fall asleep and it scares him. He can remember Damiano, too.

“Please, please, Ethan tell me it isn’t true.” Damiano barreled into the waiting room, anything but calm. But your boyfriend couldn’t speak, he could only shake his head as his lip began to quiver and Damiano was beside himself. He couldn’t assure them that you were okay, he didn’t even know if you were alive.

“Non mia sorella! Non lei, Dio ti prego!” (Not my little sister, please God, not her!”)

Ethan couldn’t move, he could only let his head fall into his hands as he cried, and as his best friend nearly fell apart at his feet.

It was a night engraved into his brain.

“But, you know who was there? Every day he could be?” Ethan said after he contemplated for a moment.

You sighed and picked at your fingernail. “Damiano.”

“Damiano.” Ethan agreed. “Siblings nag and they make fun, doesn’t mean the love isn’t there. And just because you’re not a rockstar that goes on tour doesn’t mean you’re not important, or talented, or smart, or absolutely beautiful. Don’t go there.”

You nodded, agreeing with the dark haired boy next to you. It was best not to go there, he was right. It would only make you resent your brother.

You slipped into a comfortable silence once more with the raven haired boy, taking a long drag of your cigarette and wincing when a bit of smoke got in your eye.

Ethan giggled beside you, slightly shaking his head.

“What?” You asked, a hint of humor in your voice when you realized what he was probably laughing at.

“Just thinking about the night I met you.”

You mirrored his own giggles, placing one hand over your eyes in embarrassment. “God, I was trying so hard to look cool.”

You walked behind Damiano, your feet in sync with his while you kept your hands secure in your coat pockets, your hair wisped behind you as you rolled your cherry red lips into your mouth, trying to feign confidence in case you came across a certain drummer.

Damiano handed you a cigarette without turning around, and you gladly took it, lightly squeezing his shoulder as a thank you before lighting it with the lighter you kept in your jacket pocket.

Your brother found a spot that suited his liking to hang out for the time being as you smoked your cigarettes and sipped on jack and cokes, trying to loosen yourselves up before really joining the party. Your nerves were bouncing around in your chest like a pinball machine, you had never met your beloved brother’s bandmates before, and the tanned, long haired drummer had you drooling over your phone every time your brother posted him.

“Think they’ll like me?” You asked your brother, bringing a shaky hand to take a sip of your drink then immediately taking a drag from your cigarette.

Damiano laughed loudly. “Tu sei la mia carne, e loro mi amano, perciò devono adorarti.” (You are my flesh, they have to adore you.)

You just nodded, taking a deep breath in.

“There she is!” You turned to see Victoria, in all her beauty, running toward you with open arms.

You smiled and gladly welcomed the girl with a hug, rocking each other back and forth as she squeezed you tight.

She pulled back and beamed, her eyes raking up and down your face, taking you in in real life. “Looks like you got your mama’s good genes, huh? What happened to you, Dami?” She joked, a wide smile on her face as she continued to clutch your arms.

Damiano faked a laugh before rolling his eyes, “You’re a hoot, Victoria.”

“You must be Thomas.” You smiled, nodding in the direction of the tall blond, he smiled and stuck out his hand, pressing a kiss to yours when you took it. “Charmed!”

“Attento, Raggi.” (Careful, Raggi) Damiano warned, his friend getting a little too close to his little sister for his own comfort.

You sent him a sharp glare and lightly stepped on his foot, they were just being nice.

As you began to turn your head back to the blond pair your eyes caught his.

Ethan Torchio.

God, he was stunning.

He was looking at you, too.

Fuck.

Look cool, you thought.

You brought your cigarette to your lips, not noticing how short it had gotten after neglecting it for so long, and your eyes squeezed in pain when the smoke floated up into your eyes.

“Cazzo!” (Fuck!) You swore, bringing your hands up to rub your eyes after setting down your belongings, no doubt ruining your makeup.

“Good one, sorellina.” (Little sister)

“Fuck off.” You grumbled.

“Aw, poor babe. That hurts! Let me help you.” Vic suggested as she took your hands in hers, leading you to the bathroom, but not before literally running into the fourth Måneskin member.

You still had a hand on one of your eyes, the other barely open through tears and redness.

“I’m Ethan.” He said, a glint of playfulness in his eyes and a smile tugging at his lips. He stuck out his hand for you to take. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Well whatever you did, amore, it worked.”

You smiled, lightly bumping your shoulder with the boy next to you.

“Do you ever wonder if we would still be together if you weren’t Dami’s little sister?” He queried, his voice tight, growing sad at the thought.

You replied instantly, “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “I’d be a groupie at one of your shows, I’d eye fuck you from the front row and you’d ask for me backstage. We’d make sweet sweet love all night long until you declared your love for me.”

Ethan snorted, putting his cigarette out on the concrete next to him before swiftly pulling you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his waist, straddling him.

“Don’t know what I would do if you left me again.” You mumbled, eyes trained on Ethan’s collarbone.

He winced, frowning as he remembered the night he’ll never learn to get over.

“I can’t do this with you anymore.” Ethan all but yelled and you flinched, he never yelled at you, he was always so calm, so understanding.

“Eth, please.”

“Goddamnit!” He roared, his hand flying down to smack your marble countertop. You flinched harder this time, tears collecting in your sad irises.

“All we do is fight, (Y/n)! We’re not happy!”

You choked on a sob, feeling like someone had just pressed a knife through your chest.

“This isn’t love.”

The knife twisted.

“You don’t love me?” Your voice was shaking in disbelief, your hand clutched over your chest, as if you were desperately trying to hold it in place.

He only shook his head.

“I can never make up for the way I broke you that night.” Ethan whispered, his lips slightly quivering. You ran a thumb over his bottom lip before pressing a small kiss to it.

“Yeah, Damiano almost murdered you with his bare hands.” You joked and Ethan giggled.

He really had, when you had called Damiano he was at yours and Ethan’s formerly shared apartment almost immediately, tugging you tight into his protective big brother embrace, swearing up and down how he’d kill the drummer himself and find a new one, telling you how you deserved so much better.

After smiling at your own joke your face turned serious, love adorning your face as you looked at the boy in front of you. “You already have, amore. In too many ways to count. You love me so well. It was just a minor bump.”

Ethan nodded, gently brushing your stray hairs out of your face as he looked at you. He always looked at you with such intensity and passion, like you’re the only woman who’s ever walked the earth.

“I feel like I’ve loved you in every lifetime.”

You could’ve sworn you heard your heart sing.

“We’ll find each other in the next one?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, cara mia.” (my beloved)

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14. "i am in love with a moment we never had"

damiano david x fem!reader

words| +-2400

warnings| fluff, mention of cigarettes

author’s note| well…sorry, it took me to long. and maybe i`m back to writting and maybe i`m not. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one. 2400 words (actually 2399), it`s kinda my new record. I hope it turned out well because it was difficult to write about Damiano. and thanks @writingmaneskin for help, luv u❣

Your hands grip the blanket tighter. gaze is fixed on Damiano's back as he messing with the door

"maybe they changed the lock?"

"nope, who cares? just ... just give me a minute. or do you wanna try it yourself?" a snide grin forms on his soft lips when the singer turns around to look at you. you shake your head and the corners of lips rise. you always smile if he smiles.

You have been doing this since childhood. There is a building not far from the school you studied in, and if you try, you can sneak to the roof. This is exactly what Damiano is doing now - torturing the old lock, trying to open it. It seems comical to you, like an adult guy, a world rockstar and an idol of millions, quietly muttering curses under his breath, trying to unlock a rusty door in an old five-story building. This is the roof he showed you the very first day you met.

Some school idiots bullied you and this dark-haired boy was the only one who stood up for you. You were all in tears and he promised that he would show you something beautiful. and so it was. from this roof you could see the football stadium and the school itself, you could see your house, and his too, from here you could see almost all of your district and it was as beautiful view as he promised. Damiano ran away from the whole world to be here by himself. and he shared this place with you. since then it has become your little utopia in the open air.

a disgusting creak pierced the room and the heavy door opened to the sound of the musician's glee.

"signorina, you`re welcome" he stretches out hand in front of him, inviting you to go first while he is still trying to suppress the grin "in vain you didn't believe in me"

"nonsense and provocation! I always believed in you, so don't slander me" you glare at him and go outside. the warm evening breeze meets your face and tangles in your hair. you missed this feeling of a certain…freedom. here you could take off all the masks and just be yourself. talk about anything without fear of being overheard or misunderstood. no wonder this was your place, your little bubble of paradise. You lay an old plaid blanket, as always, near the very edge.

you have been doing this since childhood - you came here in order to be alone without any other people besides the two of you. at first just to do homework and chat. you took the biggest books out of your backpacks - the English ones - and used to sit on them and not on the cold concrete. Mom scolded you for the terrible state of this book, so after a while you began to carry a small plaid blanket.

Damiano always had problems at school and you couldn't stand aside, that's why you helped him with math here. later you ran away from school to skip lessons and mathematics was replaced by algebra and geometry. after a couple of years you were hiding here to smoke. Even now, every time you initiate a smoke break, Damiano parody you, remembering your first acquaintance with nicotine. "Ew! what is the point of poisoning yourself with this shit? it`s not even tasty …" he repeats your words, making a grimace and talking in high voice. His algebra and geometry notebooks were replaced by a battered notepad containing a lot of tilted handwriting. he wrote his first lyrics sitting on this cold roof. the world hear a very little of this writing, but you knew every single word by heart.

You remember how you burned exercise books here when you graduated from school. you were sure that this building would burn to hell and you would be jailed for it. Damiano, on the contrary, was sure that if you wouldn`t burn everything at once, but little by little, everything would be all right, and no one would notice. he was right.

You both have changed since then. Damiano become much calmer and … homelike or something. In the past, he still preferred small groups to large gatherings of people. But now he would choose to spend the day at home with the cats and a cup of chamomile tea instead of a party, even with close friends. His inner child broke out sometimes, but he learned to pacify him, enjoying the peace and quiet in between world fame. On the contrary, you become much more open and energetic compared to your school years. If you burned exercise books today, the singer would mutter that you will be imprisoned, and you would beg him to relax. A lot has changed since he first showed you the view you`re enjoying now, sitting so close to him on a warm blanket. sometimes you told each other about people who come and go from your lives. but still there are things that have remained unchanged. you two have remained, something constant in each other's lives. and you were so afraid to spoil it so some things had to be silent so them became unsaid.

you rummage in the pocket of a cardigan his granny knitted as a present on your previous birthday, and you take out a crumpled pack, handing him a cigarette

"Ew!" Damiano raises his voice and makes your roll eyes, push his shoulder as he chokes with laughter but continues to grimace "what is the point of poisoning yourself with this shit? it`s not even tasty"

"oh shut up" the roof of the old building fills with your laughter.

he takes a cigarette, accidentally touching your fingers with his. such a seemingly innocent act that gives you goosebumps. oh…these unsaid things. they have been devouring you from the inside for not the first and even the second year. you won't even remember when you fell in love with him. it happened as something natural that you didn’t even notice until you bogged down in it. almost every time you two sat on this roof and enjoyed the beauty of Rome, you enjoyed his beauty. As he talked about how he with Vic, Ethan and Thomas rehearsed, thoughts crept into your head. thoughts you adored and at the same time thoughts you wanted to throw out your head. thoughts about his lips. what do they taste like, and whether they are as soft as they seem, and how romantic it would be to kiss in this particular place, yours place with such a beautiful view of the city. with every year this picture invaded your thoughts more and more often and it was more and more difficult to remove them. how can you not fall in love with him when he is so… so Damiano, just the way he is. you don't even know what exactly you love about him. he is beautiful, even gorgeous, as if Michelangelo sculpted his Roman nose from the most expensive marble that could be found. He is damn charismatic and no one can hide it no matter how hard they try. and his voice … you listen to his songs in the shittest moments of your life and it calms you down. as if he is near, even if he isn`t, you feel his warm embrace on you. sometimes you thought you were the same as a bunch of his fans, but your fell in love with him much earlier, than his beautiful face appeared on the TV screen. and you knew him all, all his flaws, complexes and worries. and you loved them. you loved him.

"Y/n, are you okay?" his voice rips you out of thoughts, making your eyelashes flutter. Damiano sits extremely close and your shoulders almost touch. he has already lit up his cigarette. all the time you were flying somewhere in the dreams, your eyes were fixed on him, memorizing every facial feature that you already knew.

"yeah, I … I was just thinking" you are denying it, but it’s true, you’re really thinking about … him. a modest smile appears on lips, cheeks turn soft pink and the singer, of course, notices this, the corners of his lips curl upward.

"it's okay Dami, it's just hot in here" he watches as you place a cigarette between your lips and begin to pull the knitted fabric off your fragile shoulders to somehow justify your blush. he arches thick eyebrows in question, as if knowing that you are lying and hurrying to stop you. his warm palm with tattoos on fingers finds yours.

"it`s not true, you will freeze … what is going on, Y/n? you aren`t yourself today" his voice abruptly became quiet. he always does that. it's a kind of habit he has had for as long as you know him. he always almost whisper about personal things. "Please, mio caro, don't say that everything is fine. We promised not to lie to each other, remember?" he points somewhere to the side.

you shake your head in denial, everything is really allright, everything is as it always was. you look down at hands, which nervously fiddle with the edge of the blanket. you twist the threads that have been pulled out, trying to give them a proper look, but it only gets worse.

you really promised not to lie to each other. You were just kids, you were about 10 years old. you thought that there is no good lie. and that there is nothing in this world that could destroy your friendship. the next day he brought a can of paint here. you had no idea where he found it. but Damiano argued that you need to make the contract official, that it would be the right thing to do. it's amazing how this paint hasn't been washed off by rain for more than 10 years, but in the very corner of the roof you can read two completely different children's handwritings, saying that "I swear to never lie to my best friend Y/n" and "I swear to never lie to my best friend Damiano" below. you were such naive children.

"okay, Y/n, I see that you have head in the clouds every time we are here. you always become sad and silent if we are on this fucking roof but you never tell me what is the matter" if any of you looks sad and offended now, so this is him. and his condition breaks your heart. How long can you break an oath and lie to your best friend? especially considering that it eats you from the inside. how selfish is that? throw all the truth out on him like this. the truth after which you can stop communicating at all.

your gaze meets his. chocolate-colored eyes radiate something that was always there, but you could never understand what it was. you can't help but glance down to his lips for a second and immediately screw up your eyes, covering face with hands and shaking your head, making hair even more tangled in the wind. a romantic picture pops up in mind again.

his large palm gently grips your wrist, in a silent plea to look at him again. this skin-to-skin contact effects on you like a jolt of electricity. you take hands off your face and babble quickly while your gaze focused on the school building.

"i`m in love with a moment we never had"

Damiano shifts to face you. He frowns and examines your face for at least the smallest clue. You look away from the colored building to admire his worried face, and he understands. He read you like an open book, as if he know what`s going on in your head. He literally reads it in your gaze. And his eyebrows rise in surprise mixed with something else. You stare at his face, enjoying the sharp features like for the last time. How badly did you just fucked up by telling him that? maybe this is really the last time you two sit here.

His warm palm finds your cheek in such an uncharacteristic indecisive action. when he looked into your eyes, it seemed that he was covered by a wave of the sea, which washes away all his confidence, he used to show in public. There's a real storm going on in his head. How long have you felt this? And do you really feel it at all? Did he understand you right? What if he`s not? What if he is going to make a mistake and lose you? What if…Fuck it. His lips on yours and your eyes widen with surprise.

Damiano pulls back as his lungs begin to beg for a breath of air. he's still so close to you, his breath still tickling your skin, his lips still touching yours. he, just like you, needs time to realize what has just happened, to believe that all this is reality, but not fantasies, and to understand what kind of blind idiots you two are.

Everything inside Damiano turns upside down when you freeze in place, did he really get it all wrong? He wants to pull away, start apologizing, try to figure out how to justify his action, but you kiss him back. His lips taste better than you imagined, they are softer, you can feel tobacco from smoked cigarettes and menthol and…him. Lips moving against each other, gently, as if each of you could disappear if you do something wrong. Both of you`re taking your time, enjoying each other.

He takes responsibility and runs his tongue over your lower lip, immediately receiving a reaction from you, seeps inside. He can feel a smile on your face. You gently hide hands in his silk hair, pulling him towards and he follows you, snuggling closer and forcing you to lie on the plaid blanket, towering over you. His lips don`t leave yours, moving in sync. Each of you is trying to say what you feel without words, shouting about the unsaid; intertwining your tongues.

One strand of dark hair falls on his forehead, hiding his chocolate eyes and you rush to remove it while Damiano whispers "you are in love with the moment we have and which we can repeat anytime you want for the rest of our days"

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Carmel Freckles and Other Places to Put Your Tongue

Thomas x original female character

Word count: 2296

Summary: Ironically, Piper wouldn’t have met Thomas in Rome if she hadn’t almost fucked Damiano the night previous. She was in LA to see her boyfriend, but things keep getting in the way of appeasing Piper’s libido. Traffic, writing sessions, Damiano drama, and time. Falling for Thomas felt like falling into place, but memories weren’t enough to sustain a relationship.

TW: sex, swearing, alcohol, weed, angst, conflict

Piper was half way through her sleep cycle by the time Thomas came back. She’d touched down in LAX at 9pm the day prior, with a layover in London, whose plane was delayed. Customs made Piper think that God had chosen right now to punish her for the impure thoughts of Thomas that had addled her mind for the entirety of her flight. She’d written down the dirtiest of them in her journal, maybe to leave for him, when she flew back almost a month from now. However, Piper knew she wouldn’t have that patience when she could torment Thomas so deliciously tangibly and in the flesh. She’d forced herself not to think about where this journey would end, because if she did, she’d get so excited that the hours of wait would be unbearable.

However, now, standing on the concrete of the same continent as him, Piper felt like a live wire, exposed to taking in the energy around it. The smile of the man at the Hertz car rental stand seemed sweeter. The insesinst traffic agitated Piper even more than usual. At least she could drive in her home country. Ubering across European countries was bougie until Piper learned that the taxi list included Italy. Her boyfriend may have a license, but by the time Thomas should have been practicing, he was already knee deep in a music career. Like a tractor, Thomas’s driving, while legal, was definitely not road safe.

Piper didn’t know the city, or even the state, but she daydreamed that she was driving around with her boyfriend. Thomas developed these caramel colored freckles under his eyes when he got enough sun. The sight made her downright ferrell. His hair got blonder, and in her mind’s eye, the window was down and the wind was blowing it off his cheekbones. Everytime Piper held Thomas’s face between her hands, she used her fingers to push his hair back. The others were beautiful, but Tommy was handsome, and he covered that like it was a flaw. It wasn't.

She would only call him Tommy in her head. He hated it (for now). However, Piper insisted that Tommy Raggi had a rockstar ring to it, especially when you roll the “R” a little extra.. She imagined some award show mishap where the performance guitarist was indisposed and the artist was going to be forced to use playback. Instead he--it was usually Ringo Star--would welcome a young guest musician who’d stepped in at the last moment.

“Please welcome special guest guitarist Tommy Raggi!” And then after her boyfriend had melted the faces of onlookers with his epic musicianship Ringo or whomever would thank him. “I don’t know what they’re putting in the water these days, but this kid is one hell of a musician. He jumped in at the last second and made it work, so let's hear a round of applause for my young friend!” Piper would be going ballistic from the wings. When her fantasy really got going there was some comment that they hadn’t heard playing like Thomas’s since the 70’s, a standing ovation, and sex in the bathroom directly afterwards. Sure Piper was concerned she had maladaptive daydreaming disorder, but what the hell else was she supposed to do in traffic?

She’d try to avoid driving Thomas through this shit, but then the idea of being stuck in a car with her boyfriend super glued itself to her frontal lobe. She’d be finally able to smell him: shampoo, shaving cream, moisturizer, cologne, deodorant, and sweat. Kaitlyn, her closest friend, had always said that you know you’re really attracted to a guy when you like the smell of his sweat. Piper didn’t get it until Tommy. Sometimes, when they’d fuck in the heat Piper would pull him down and press her nose against his neck to smell his pheramones. She loves when they’re slick with sweat and Thomas is sheathed inside her to the hilt. Its gross, so fucking hot, and gives a delicious ache. Piper sucks not to bruise, but to taste. She’ll take mental notes of the soft, fragile skin on his neck, textured with pores. Piper counted Tommy’s pores with her mouth.

Driving down the interstate, all caramel freckles, blond hair blown back, exposed forehead, sun kissed cheeks, burned nose, and the naked planes of his chest. Thomas’s creamy skin filled up the car. This was her body’s anthem and Piper wanted to taste the salt of Thomas’s sweat when she licked it off his body. In all honesty, Piper wanted to give Tommy a bath with her tongue, but she was stuck behind a dusty minivan on I-5 going 40mph in a 60 zone. Which sure, wasn’t that bad since it was past 10pm. However, the baby on board bumper sticker on the car in front of Piper made her thoughts feel downright sacreligious. Piper was jolted out of said thoughts when she had to slam on her brakes. Apparently, regardless of whether there’re children in the car, people still don’t use their fucking turn signal!

Of course when she got to his apartment things were good. They were good all night and good when they slept in late. Thomas missed half of their first writing session of today, which was an issue since having quality time to devote to music was a rarity. Like most things, it became an issue because Damiano made it so. It may be a bit simplistic, but if Damiano held himself to the same standard he sometimes does his bandmates, he’d actually be the demigod he fancies himself. Piper respected that Dami’s passion and emotional intensity are what made the songs and performances work. However, there were some days where it just looked like mood swings. On those days it seemed that if Damiano was any more a martyr, he might throw his back out of strain a tendon in his other hand too.

You told Thomas as much today over a cynical text diatribe while he was at the studio. You got a snapchat notification from Vic and momentarily panicked, then realized she’d find the text contents hilarious too. Fuck so would Damiano. A bit of teasing was necessary to keep him in check. The Snapchat was a video she’d taken in an idle moment, of Thomas on his phone. His eyes ran back and forth across the screen as he read. Piper realized that Vic had, out of coincidence, taken the video while her boyfriend was seeing her message. Tommy’s face evolved from a quiet smile, to a huff of surprise, to an outright laugh, which he tried to keep under control, hand over his mouth as his rib cage quivered.

Damiano walked into the room, saw Thomas, and goodnaturedly questioned “what are you laughing at?” He was out of frame, but his voice was totally innocent. Like school children, Vic started to laugh too and then Thomas gave in, rolling flat on his back, arms thrown out wide on the insulated studio floor like a snow angel. The only word was “You?” The brother-sister relationship between Victoria and Thomas was the core of the band dynamic, in Piper’s opinion. Also in Piper’s opinion, this was no way to make an album, sandwiched between two looming tours. Any spats could be prevented if they had time to be human beings. But that wasn’t profitable.

Her friendship with Damiano informed her of band dynamics.In a time of pressure, he was going to take all the good and all upon himself, feeling like it was his duty. He would try to shield everyone out of love, not realizing no one asked to be shielded, even if they needed to be. Then, Damiano would feel hurt when all the stress endured on behalf of his band members went unthanked. Meanwhile, they’re wondering why Damia has an ego so big he demands gratitude out of the blue. He’s yelling, so upset that there are tears on his cheeks, and for what? Victoria was the best salve for this kind of wound. There existed an inexplicable bond: sexual, friendship, familial, even spiritual. It was none of these things and also all of them at the same time. Piper knew because she had met Damiano in one of his episodes as an Italian exchange student. Listening to men cry at a bar was pretty far down on her list, but his words were beautiful, as was he, and so magnetic.

“Americana bella,” he purred, stroking her face with the back of his hand. The husk in his voice couldn’t hide his words from slurring. The light reflected off the gold cross hanging from his neck, like a movie. When Piper could smell the alcohol on his breath, she knew he was in trouble, not because he was too close, but because she couldn’t discern the smell of any particular liquor. Damiano had been mixing, which was lethal.

When they danced, it was as though Dami were dancing with her, around her, and with the music itself. She’d thought that Damia was the embodiment of what she craved: passionate, artistic, fiery, a bit crazy, with beautiful eyes. Now, Piper thanks the heavens they didn’t have sex that night. His phone was going off so frequently that Piper knew he was dearly missed. He refused to go back home after the fight, but was too trashed to get himself a hotel room. So, Piper propped him on her couch with a blanket, a bucket, and a prayer in her heart that he wouldn’t puke on the carpet. The next morning, a chipper Damia thought she was so great that he invited her on a picnic with his bandmates, whom he’d made up with over the phone.

Tourists and locals mixing was typical in the cities of friendly countries. The language barrier often made things interesting. Like right now, walking with Dami on the grass, weaving through groups of college students smoking. Besides a hug, he hadn’t touched her, not even brushing hands. Piper didn’t really question it when he’d slipped out that morning, but it was past noon and devoid of a hangover, so did they not almost fuck last night?

“How much of last night do you remember?” she asked, hinting.

“Oh, all of it I think,” he said kindly. The words were warm, but not outright flirtatious.

“Cool. Thanks for not puking on my floor.” He laughed, looking a bit shy or self conscious.

“I can usually handle my alcohol, I promise. Thank you for letting me sleep on your couch. I hope I wasn’t um-” Damiano lit a cigarette, searching for the words.

“You weren’t.” Piper returned with a reassuring smile. His lips pursed around the filter and cheeks hollowed as he took a pull. His face was almost too angular to be attractive. She was starting to realize that she had confused fiery sexual chemistry with drinking whiskey with a beautiful companion while horny. Damia had probably done this enough times to pick up on that before her.

“I’d like to be friends and maybe have some fun,” he insinuated, bashfully, “or maybe not. Either way you’re a cool person, y’know?” He was giving her a choice and wouldn’t punish her for making it either way. Of course she didn’t recognize this behavior from a man, she was from Tennessee.

“Yeah, I feel the same.” A weight seemed to lift from Damiano and the tension in the air dissolved.

“Okay,” he said, a full smile coming easy. “So my bandmates-” he motioned with his hand in the place of proper grammar, “Victoria, Thomas, and Ethan. I think Victoria brought couple friends and it will also be Leo as well. See, right up there.” He pointed to a group sitting on a ratty Bob Marley blanket. A blond girl got up and embraced Dami as soon as they came upon them. This seemed to settle something and the group visibly relaxed, slouching against the tree, on the blanket, against grass. First, a boy who looked Indigenous American introduced himself as Ethan. The guy next to him was laying on his stomach, propped up on denim clad elbows, running blades of grass between his pointer finger and thumb. Ethan stared at the boy, waiting a beat for him to introduce himself.

“Thomas! Tom-” he looked to Ethan, then directly up at Piper, and then never ever looked away.

“Hey, I’m Thomas,” he had the thickest accent when he spoke. Piper yearned to keep looking at his face. It felt strange to stand above someone laying down, so she sat. They never broke eye contact, his gaze watchful and entranced. Piper crouched in the grass and Thomas pushed up to his hands and sat back on his heels. They held each other's gaze, the act of doing so while Thomas rearranged his body was somehow intimate. He grabbed Piper’s elbow and pulled her closer. He wanted to know how it’d feel to touch her.

“On the blanket” he murmured, “it’s better.” Piper scootered forward on her knees and looked into his eyes again. Thomas had beautiful eyes, there was no doubt. The light through the branches of the trees hit his face just right, and Piper stared at the green in the golden brown of his irises. Tommy’s eyes were emotional, empathetic, compelling, and most of all intense. All her life Piper had thought that for a man to be exciting he must also be fiery. As such, each man burned her to the bone. In this very precise moment, she realized that all along she’d been wrong. Thomas’s intensity was solid ground, it was the earth washed clean after the storm. Exciting, fucking electrifying, his eyes made Piper’s believe in the existence of the soul.

Work: Tommy (1/?)

Notes: My first time posting fanfiction so I’d love feedback! I will have this posted on AO3 in a couple weeks under the same title.

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