#dilfiano!

[filthforfriends]

[mywritingonlyfans]

Imagining damiano talking in italian to our 1 year old baby girl 🥺🥺🥺

NOOOOO listen (read) to me,,, she's still a lil thing and as much as you communicate more in english you were trying to start introducing your mother tongues to her (maybe when she's around 1 year and something) and then the first time she hears damiano talking to her in italian for the first time she'd be immediately not recognizing him by the voice and then she'd be holding dad's bearded face between her small hands and staring at his wide smile face as he talks to her and you just laughing because you understood what she was feeling... and when it's late at night and she can't sleep and she just calms down when dami sings some song in italian for her so she would always look for him and rub her face on his chest so he knows what she wants or you calling him so he can talk to her thru the phone... ugh

[writingmaneskin]

the audience is waiting for another dilfiano blurb 🙏🏻

👀😌 alright

[ccweasley]

i barely have followers but i wanna come here to address and apologized (again but this time in public) to @filthforfriends for sending an ask to paula when i was thinking about the dilfiano series.

i didn't know it was a bad thing to ask for the same kind of story bc i see a lot of people doing it on the blogs i follow. i really mean no harm to anybody since i love so much all the blogs that i follow

i sent to paula a public ask saying that i got the idea from that series but since barely anyone here understands portuguese it probably went unnoticed

here's chapter one of the original dilfiano series, go check this out, it's honestly my favorite fic right now

[filthforfriends]

Such good content that I wanted to scream. Very much inspiring DILFiano

[filthforfriends]

Poll: Which fic do I finish?

While writing Guardian Angel I've started a lot of fics. I'm going to post the beginning of each and let you vote on which one I should finish. (Depending on the fic, I might let you vote to change the character) Please reblog this post. Tumblr still hasn't fixed my blog so no one is getting my notifications or tags.

#1 Quirk

Quirk was the language you’d decided on. You called it a problem, Thomas called it fucking adorable, and quirk seemed neutral. Sometimes you’d blame it on him. Tommy loved your rty talk, insisted upon it. The closer you got to orgasam, the more it became descriptors and ramblings, instead of intentional and sexy. 

You couldn’t just stop talking altogether when things become less polished. Falling silent would be awkward. Tom would worry about your pleasure and check-in. You’d already tried that. Most of all it was hard to shut up when Thomas was hanging on to your every word. Especially when you were on top, and he was gazing up at you like the mortal equivalent of Aphrodite. Eyes wide, but also threatening to flutter closed from the stimulation. Pillow, pink lips parted, sexy little teeth showing, and flushed beautifully, elegant nose included. 

“I love it when you talk to me,” he admitted in the afterglow.

#2 Panic

Thomas snapped at you, probably because he needed an outlet and you were the closest thing. It really upset you. Not because he was cruel, or because your boyfriend wasn’t allowed to have a bad day. Thomas simply didn’t externalize stress onto his loved ones. He’d play some violent video game or destroy his nails by picking the polish off or shred his guitar until it was out of horrousicly tune. Taking it out on you, however? A very irregular occurrence.  

You’d still slept in the same bed that night, both wide awake for different reasons. His breathing was off, almost panicked. Thomas would get these runaway, anxious trains of thought that sped his heart rate up. He couldn’t stop the worrying.

#3 Something New

Two years ago it might have freaked Thomas out, but he’d matured as a sexual partner since then. He understood that him and sex toys were on the same team. He knew lube was his friend, not his competition. Sure, sometimes natural excretions are enough. Sometimes a carefully selected lubricant can make things more comfortable. There was also a third option: menstrual blood, which he fondly coined nature’s bonus lube. 

He’d tried this euphemism when proposing maybe not avoiding sexual contact like the plague for six days every month. Which is when he learned that a questionable father figure and all your brothers had acted like your period was the most disgusting thing in the universe. 

It started with dropping to your knees in front of him as soon as you got home from work.

#4 Awake

The last time you checked your phone with an exasperated huff it had read 10:45pm. Ethan was supposed to text you when he was going to be home 15 minutes ago. It wasn’t a particularly significant amount of time, but you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He’d occupied your thoughts nearly every moment of this very long day that had rendered you exhausted to the point of vertigo. 

Regardless, Ethan had brought back an obscene lingerie set from France and gifted it to you this morning. So tonight's plans had been implied hours ago. The body suit and garter belt was gorgeous and so fucking uncomfortable that you wanted to time wearing it until the last minute. No matter how sleepy you felt, the adrenaline and endorphins of the moment would keep you going.

#5 Satin, Lace, and Other Pretty Things Part (continued)

Digging through what you affectionately referred to as your little box of horrors, was even more fun than you anticipated. You’d forgotten the full contents of your sex toy collection since you’d moved in with Thomas and stuffed it at the bottom of a closet. He had a barricade up that you were always testing the bounds of, trying to gently work around. Anal fingering? Fine (as long as you didn’t really talk about it). Rimming? Nope. 

Thomas made up for this with orgasams galore, so you were far from bored. However, you also knew that wiping out a 10 inch neon green dick and balls with a suction cup at the base would just intimidate, and maybe also traumatize him. So you kept the more adventurous items in your collection tucked away in case they became appropriate later on. At the bottom of this innocuous looking plastic container, was your strap on harness. It was simple, because that's all you could afford when it came to quality leather and an adjustable o-ring.

You sat with your back to the wall, amongst phallices and vibrators spread out on the hardwood floor, running the black straps through your fingers.

#6 Colleagues

Embarrassingly enough, it was the most action you’d gotten in months. You were turning a corner, nose in your field trip roster, not watching your surroundings because the building was practically empty. His tennis shoes were quiet enough that you didn’t see Damiano until walked right into you. This wasn't a meet cute bumping into each other, you fully collided and lost balance.

“Oh shit! Shit!” He pulled you against him to stop your fall and hold you upright. For a second you were a few inches away from one of the most beautiful faces god had ever created. Giant brown eyes, jaw sharper than a blade, sky high cheekbones and an inhuman level of symmetry. Damiano knocked everything in your hands loose, a folder full of papers scattered on the shiny floor.

#7 Alpha!Ethan

“Ethan, hold your breath,” Damiano exclaims. It’s a harmless enough request that he obliges rather than asking why. Being the most rational member of Maneskin was a chaotic experience at best. That is until Dami breaks out into laughter, Victoria snickering with a hand over her mouth. Ethan hears the door shut and looks in your direction. 

Walking into a room where you're the subject of the latest joke was never a great feeling. Your alpha’s bandmates were never cruel, but the power differential always made you feel like a target on some level. Even if it was just teasing between friends, they were all alphas and you were an omega. All eyes were on you: Dami and Victoria because they thought your influence over the ever-composed Ethan was hilarious. Your boyfriend looked annoyed and Thomas awkward.

#8 DILFiano (continued)

Three hours: barely a respectable amount of time to party hop with your friends before asking to go home. It’s not like you didn’t have a good excuse: they wanted to drive over an hour to some bougie party in the hills. Icarus liked to use her dad's name to get into events every now and then, just for the thrill of it...

“Is it okay to just drop you off at mine? Or do you need me to take you home?” Your heart jumps at the prospect of spending time in the David’s home. Pretending you were on this little adventure for Icarus was morally and emotionally exhausting. It’s not that you didn’t care about your friend, but because the globe had shifted its axis.

#9 More Than Friends

You were going to tell her. Victoria had made her intentions clear, and insisted you don’t answer right away. 

“There's no time line. I’m sorry if this – I don’t want you to feel pressured. We’re still friends like before. Even if you’re not interested. Okay?” You open your mouth to agree. “Don’t say anything just yet,” she blurts. You raise your eyebrows, asking if now you’re allowed to say something. 

“Sorry, sorry, uh! I ask you a question then interrupt you. I’m just…” Vic sighs and looks at her hands, fingers chipping at the navy nail polish. “I’m so fucking nervous,” she confesses. Her suitcase stood by the door: so nervous she waited until the very last minute.

#10 Information Introductions (continued)

“Whatever you want.” You’re on your sides, facing each other. Damiao has both his hands tucked under his head like a pillow, like you’re at your first sleepover. It's such a sharp contrast to the man who just coaxed you towards orgasam with such tenderness for the past...15 minutes? You look up to the vintage clock on your wall, still ticking away.

“40 minutes? Is your leg okay?” Damiano chuckled.

“Yeah, it's fine.” His voice lilted up on the last syllable, like the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile. You wanted to drag your fingertips along his side, but initiating touch felt like you were reaching out into the dark.

[filthforfriends]

✨thank you✨

Well at least someone is reading it

*sighs in attention whore*

[filthforfriends]

DILFiano Thoughts

“Getting the code to the wine cellar by locking us in and peeking over my shoulder won’t work twice.” Damia calls, eyes scanning the shelves.

“Can’t believe that worked once,” you retort. The lock clicks as you close the heavy door behind you. Oh to be locked in a cellar (or cell, for that matter) with Damia, what a grand fantasy to come to fruition.

“Oh, hey you,” he replies with warmth and surprise, tone changing completely. If only he knew how affirming this reaction was he’d have quelled it completely. But now it was too late. He was happy to see you.

“I checked on Icarus and she’s still sleeping. Her alarm doesn’t go off for another two hours.” You trot down the stairs while speaking. Today was the David’s going away party for their daughter, mostly, but also her friends by extension. Unable to stand the excitement of seeing Damiano again, you’d come over unreasonably early under the guise of helping set up. So early, in fact, that you had Damia all to yourself by no coincidence.

“Ah…” He falters. Something dark passes over his expression. “She’s cutting it close,” he says lamely. Movement stilment, Damia turns back to his wines, returning the bottle in his sensual hands back to its place. He turns halfway around to face you, looks down at his empty hands, then awkwardly pulls another bottle out. You make note of the fact that Damia was so weary of what his hands might do around you that he elected to keep them occupied.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he responds mechanically, searching anxiously for something to do with the bottle and thereby keep his back turned. He’s wearing a white button-down, the fabric light for summertime. It’s just translucent enough to hint at the glorious expanses of olive skin underneath.

“Damia, how are you?” As in, this isn’t a social nicety. I want to know you.

“I…” He sets the bottle on the counter and folds his hands behind his back like a schoolboy, turning to face you with reluctance. No, shyness. Damiano looks up at you even though you’re standing on even ground. He’s demure in a way that’s vaguely feminine and endlessly enticing.

“Well, right now I am nervous,” he confesses.

“I assumed you’d still want me here to –“

“And I do,” he interrupts. “But you know by now I like being around you. Especially in ways I shouldn’t.” I like being around you. No, you didn’t know. Or, rather, had been so caught up in your own feelings you hadn’t come to that obvious conclusion.

“And I like being around you.” Things feel contrived again. How did those same words sound so elementary when spoken by you? “But let me know if this becomes sexual harassment.” He bursts into laughter even though you hasn’t intended him to. Dami’s right hand comes up to roughly rub his face and he hides behind it.

“If only. Anything would be easier to navigate than how I…” feel. Making the most of this rare relaxed moment, you walk up with a thundering heart and kiss him. As chaste as it may be, Damia’s lips are ready.

[filthforfriends]

It’s giving DILFiano and we both know it

"Oh darling all of those city lights, never shine as bright as your eyes" 👀😻🌌

[filthforfriends]

Thank you for the awesome insight to your process!!! It’s so interesting. I was always too shy to ask and then someone did. I think it could be very cool if we ever got a Dami pov chapter. I know you’re almost finished but the chapter in SITCOE right at the end from both of them when they are all happy and back together and good 😊 a girl can dream 😏😏😏😏😏

Also reading about your approach to writing smut is SO COOL and I love that you love that we eat it all up. I truly think that second to your unmatched and astounding dialogue and descriptions of your characters emotions, the thing that you are the absolute best writer that I know at is that raw humanity in your smut.

Sometimes it feels like there is literal crack hiding in your stories so I decided to end this with a list of scenes you wrote that live rent free in my head:

(I don’t know what’s up with me and lists atm)

1. Damiano coming home drenched from the rain and the breakthrough that happens in their relationship and communication (You can’t own me)

2. The first time Damiano and y/n share his sweatshirt (Guardian Angel)

3. Damiano and y/n showering together (Guardian Angel)

4. Y/n being territorial while making out with Damiano against the car (Guardian Angel)

5. Sharing the wine glass (Dilfiano)

6. The call when she is scared and Damiano kind of sounding like himself again (The Sun is the Center of Everything)

7. The first knot that didn’t hurt alpha Damiano (Guardian Angel)

8. The horny flirting and Damiano struggling a little but as he gets his mojo back (The Sun is the Center of Everything)

9. THAT phonecall (The Sun is the Center of Everything)

10. The first time y/n goes little again (The Sun is the Center of Everything)

11. Offering Damiano to come home after rehab (The Sun is the Center of Everything)

There are more but I should maybe stop….. You know I love you but I get that it’s also nice to hear or in this case read it sometimes.

You deserve every bit of props and recognition and praise and you are awesome. I absolutely understand how that voice in your head sucks. Just know that what you do is incredible work. Take your time when you need and know that we are always there to praise you all you want when you need it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love 💧

Excuse me while I sob ♥️

Also I wish I was almost done with The Sun Is the Center of Everything at 17 chapters but unfortunately it looks like it’s gonna go into the mid-20s. But yes, there will be a happy ending.

[filthforfriends]

Any update on GA 🥺🥺🥺

First and foremost, I feel so lucky that there are people out there who love my fics, who want to read my writing, who are excited about my stories. that is mind-boggling and amazing. I've been getting swamped by these asks recently and I've just started deleting them, but today I'm grouchy so anon, know this isn't directed at you in particular.

I don't know what you guys want me to say to these. if you want the latest on GA, scroll until you find the last anon who also wanted the latest on GA. because if something had changed, I would have posted about it. If I had a new chapter ready, I would have posted that too.

this ask is fine if I haven't published anything new in a couple weeks, but my latest work was posted literally 2 days ago. the update on Guardian Angel is that I'm writing a different fucking fic right now.

I'm also posting 2 days a week which is obviously time consuming. What are you guys asking for here? for me to post 3 chapters a week? do you want my first born too?? or are you saying that I should post a chapter from the fic of your choice instead of the one I'm planning on posting? because until y'all are paying me to do this, you don't get to ask those things.

you were just curious about a time frame? like I said, scroll down until you find something relevant

you wanted a Maneskin fan fiction account thats active, right? you're here for Damiano David fan fiction, right? Welcome! I'm posting Damiano David fan fiction twice a week! TSITCOE isn't your desired type of Damiano David fan fiction? Thats fine! Go find yourself a fic by a different writer thats more your taste.

did you want something about Ethan, Vic, or Tom? I'm not actively writing fics about them so go ahead and send an ask! thats fine

but you guys hounding me for other Damiano David chaptered series right now hurts my feelings a little bit. because its not like you're sending these asks wondering "Is Eden writing? What is she writing? When will she post again?" You know I'm writing TSITCOE and that I'm posting it twice a week. you guys have plenty of Damiano David fan fiction content by Filthforfriends. so sending this asks tells me that you liked GA and/or DILFiano and/or Succubus better. thats totally okay, but when I'm putting my whole heart into a different fic that I'm really proud of, I don't want to know that you dislike it.

[filthforfriends]

BEGGING FOR DILFIANO CONTENT PLEASE!!!! Like their first date, and/or or their first time together 😉 or something! Just anything with soft sweet dilfiano who really really loves the reader please!

this is wild because last week I started writing DILFiano again (as in the fic) for the first time in MONTHS. that fic is super angsty because of the premise. while he does love y/n its confusing, a little twisted, and the source of his life's greatest internal conflict.

but I could also write like AU without maneskin where Dami is just a young dad and you're like a teacher or a nanny or a step-parent etc and y'all fall in lovvveee and its really fluffy. one of my personal fav fics is about that.

[filthforfriends]

here's a comfort video of Thomas dancing for all those who read the latest installment of DILFiano

Thomas every time he hears music: 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼

Kinky ABBA

[filthforfriends]

the armpit huffing and licking in dilfiano... you rly get it 🥰

Yes I do bestie ♥️🤭

[filthforfriends]

What a good morning in my timezone! A new bit of GA and what a bonus chapter yuuuum. You are really satisfying us with this protective comforting alpha for us girlies with issues hahaha reading this chpater was kinda heartbreaking though so I‘m glad it’s not a canon part of the story

Also I wanted to add to the talk about dilfiano. The way it made me feel is genuinely incredible. I had the most questionable thoughts because of your writing. I was going against all my principles and morals haha silent-screaming at my phone when they finally kissed and wanting them to finally fuck and dilfiano to take advantage of y/n holy shit! What I‘m sure of is no matter if they actually end up deepening their relationship or not it will fuck up y/n and that is the point and that is excellent… I love that

Your stories are UNBELIEVABLY GOOD and always have me reflecting and thinking deeper. I‘m looking forward to reading more of all your stories whenever you feel up to it. I‘ve never written an ask or anything but this new GA chapter made me feels so comforted and lovely I wanted to give you something in return haha hope you are into external validation cause you are great

It is asks like this that sustain me when I feel like a dead wet rat on a sewer grate in downtown Seattle thank you my love♥️

[filthforfriends]

my daddy issues are once again requesting a new smut 🫢🫣

There’s like a 40% chance that they’re gonna fuck in DILFiano. Maybe less cause it’s not the point. It’s my only fic with a point so writing it feels heavier and I approach it less often. I started the series because of the reaction people had to the Dami being groomed by his relationship before Gio. People were way too okay with that shit and I wanted DILFiano to take people on a similar emotional journey that CMBYN took me on (humble I know). Where you love the characters and the romance and it’s so hot n sexy that you’re like “it’s totally fine, why does everyone have their panties in a twist over this age gap Jesus Christ.” But eventually the story reveals how fucked up the relationship has made the younger character and you go through the journey of being gradually less convinced as you justify to yourself until you feel kinda sick over it and rethink the ways you view romanticized age gap relationships.