#måneskin confessions

[maneskinconfess-archive]

The problem with the Maneskin fandom abroad is that, understandably, they have put Giorgia on a pedestal because 90% of them have no idea what she's been saying for the last year on interviews or of the fact that she's managed to become one of the most disliked celebrities in the country in a record short time (and no, it's not because of misogyny). I'm Italian. I used to like her a lot. I appreciated her activism and the things she stood for. I also appreciated that she wasn't trying to latch onto Damiano's name (at the time). Then her book came. First of all, the book has no literary merit. I bought it (something I deeply regret) because like I said I was a fan of hers at the time. But it's truly awful. She later admitted that she had been rejected multiple times when she had tried to publish it before the relationship with Damiano became public, which honestly doesn't surprise me at all. Is it so terrible that she published a bad book? No. But what started putting a lot of people off is how she handled the criticism. She was bragging about not accepting an editor to make any changes. She compared herself to Alda Merini, one of the greatest Italian poets. She tried, repeatedly, to blame every criticism about her writing on misogyny, using Damiano's lyrics to prove a point (as if english song lyrics can be compared to italian poetry). She even said that the reason she hadn't got published earlier was because there's bias against models lol. No self-awareness whatsoever. Then it became obvious that the whole promo around the book revolved around her relationship with Damiano. The premise is about a "clandestine love story". She name drops him in the book multiple times using the code name "Icarus". On every interview she gave, she was going on and on about him, about Coraline. She was complaining about being known as "the girlfriend of" but then accepted to go on a TV show on the biggest channel of the country where she was introduced as the girlfriend of and was talking for like 10 minutes about the writing process of Coraline and Damiano. I can't possibly make a summary of all the other stupid stuff she's said in the past year but some of them include trying to pass a retreat worth around 1k in Ibiza as "political rest", claiming that being able to take the public transport is a privilege (when she used to be on a plane every other week when dating Damiano), trying to market her make up line as some kind of feminist and anti racist revolution and many more. I don't believe she's a bad person by any means. But I do believe she's always been fame hungry and is desperate to stay relevant no matter what. Now that she doesn't have Damiano directly, she'll find indirect ways to use his name for clout. I still appreciate what she has done to raise awareness for vulvodynia and endomitriosis but that can't be an excuse for everything. I wasn't part of their relationship obviously and I wish both of them the best. But Damiano compromised his image A LOT in Italy to stand by her through every controversy, accepted exposing his private life in ways he had never before and in which I'm still not sure he was entirely comfortable with considering his personality and how much he values privacy. Have you ever seen Vic, Thomas or Ethan's homes? Know if they live alone or with a partner? Damiano used to be like that too. And then suddenly we were seeing selfies of them from their bed. It's just terribly sad how quickly she seems to have forgotten how much he did for her publicly and without gaining nothing from it.

[peacefxlmyko]

It's not a one night stand if it turns into two

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Basically just Jake falling for his FWB.

Warnings: some smut, p in v, no physical describtion of reader, no use of Y/N, Jake getting attached, jealousy, sudden love confessions, fluff, maybe a little bit of Angst if you squint your eyes?, swearing

Notes: First smutty fanfic on here lmao go wild yall. All I have to say is Im in love with Glen Powell and so I automatically love Hangman too. Also the title is inspired by a Måneskin Song!

Once again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any mistakes. Also, I didn't prove read this so just be warned.

Story under the cut! ✂️

He simply couldn't take this eyes off of you. The way you were standing at the bar, slightly leaning onto it as you were talking to Penny. The way your dress was hugging your body, perfectly showing off everything. Everything he had already seen but couldn't get enough off.

His mind drifted off to the first night you spent together. He didn't even remember anymore how you two ended up in bed together, but it was amazing.

Jake could basically still hear your whines and moans. They were music to his ears.

"Jake, oh, oh god- please!" You whined and begged, craving release. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shared moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

He was so big and he was fucking you so well. You always thought he gave off big dick energy but jesus- this was even more than expected, but you weren't going to complain.

"That's right, just like that- you're bein' such a good girl." He groaned, his hips bucking hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him drove him wild, not to mention you moaning and whining his Name.

You ended up coming on his cock, screaming his name. This wasn't your first and definitely not the last orgasm of the night.

"Seresin? Christ, are you even listening?"

He snapped back out of his thoughts as he looked back at Rooster, who by now just looked annoyed. "Sorry, I uh- yeah, I'm listenin'" Jake quickly mumbled and tried to pull himself together.

You both were friends and had told yourselves after the first time it wouldn't happen again. Well, that was 4 night stands ago.

Jake would never admit it to himself, but he was going crazy over you. Not only because of the way you fucked, but also because of your whole being. The way you lit up whenever someone talked to you, how you would sometimes nervously fiddle with your fingers or the hem of your shirt, the way you looked at him with a soft sparkle in your eyes.

But he was also obsessed with the way your hands buried in his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips as he filled you up, the way you held onto his biceps as you rode him.

But he would never admit that. He would never admit the way his heart fluttered whenever you cuddled close to him after sex. The way his heart actually also reacted whenever you kissed him, not only his cock.

The Jake 'Hangman' Seresin falling for someone? Never. He was never the kind of man to actually fall for someone and even think about settling down. But something about you felt different, even if it was only physical, for now.

By now Bradley had completely given up trying to talk to Jake. He just rolled his eyes and joined Phoenix and Bob instead.

Jake's eyes were focused on you the whole time, he was surprised you hadn't turned around at least once to catch him staring. You were still engrossed in a conversation with Penny until she had to serve other customers. You leaned back, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips until you were suddenly approached by a man.

Jake had hoped at first he just wanted to ask where the restroom was or something but when he didn't leave your side, Jake felt something boiling inside of him. His jaw clenched as he saw you laughing and happily talking with that guy.

He didn't even understand why you were so focused on that rando. He wasn't even half as handsome as Jake, hell, even Bradley was more handsome in Jake's eyes!

His patience ran out the moment you pulled out your phone, seemingly to give your number to that ass of a man as Jake mentally called him that.

His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they stormed towards you. Hangman grabbed your shoulder and quickly turned you around to him, earning shocked looks from both you and that guy.

"What the—"

"What the hell are you doin'? I thought we were a thin'!"

God, that stupid southern accent basically made you wanna melt right then and there.

"Wha- I thought you only saw us as some quick fun!" You protested.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Do you think I'm sleepin' with other girls besides you?"

"....."

Jake frowned at your silence which was basically the most direct answer.

"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this. Normally I move on quickly but you put some kind of spell or somethin' on me because you make my damn heart flutter every time our gazes meet. And I love the way you laugh, I love the way you tease me, I love the way you make fun of me. And I fuckin' hate seeing you with a man that isn't me. So quit your bullshit with this guy and finally go on a proper date with me!"

Jake didn't even think, it was all just blurting out.

You looked like your eyes were about to pop out, you stared at him in complete disbelief. Were you dreaming or something?

"Please say somethin' so I know I didn't mess this up."

"Shut up and kiss me, Seresin" You muttered and promply pulled him in.

This kiss felt so different from all the other ones you shared. This one was so full of emotions and passion. Your hand rested on his cheek, as his hands found their place on your waist.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7." Jake grinned.

You didn't even mind he had just decided that, you were looking forward to that date.

"See you then, cowboy." You grinned and pressed another quick kiss on his lips.

[baddestbittyontheblock]

måneskin fic recs

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måneskin x reader: blurbs+headcannons+fics

୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

୨୧ 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

୨୧ a headcanon with må with you being a successful model

-they're wearing earbuds, blasting music into their ears when they remember the they left their phone charger in the bathroom. they don't know you're showering and can't hear you over the music...

୨୧ headcanons with må x fashiondesigner!reader

୨୧ a valentine’s surprise | SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol  

-You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day. 

୨୧ Gettin’ Frisky With The Måneskin Members  | explicit content, gender neutral reader, switch!damiano, hard domme!victoria, vanilla!thomas, sub!ethan, freaky stuff, toys and s/m, oral (both ways), degradation, spit, pain play, brat taming, bondage, sinning cuz rock’n’roll never dies

୨୧ our favourite band with an S/O with bad menstrual periods

| talk abt periods, so dyphoria warning (we'll get back on the totally GN shit tmrw, just filling requests rn), lil bit of swearing and NSFW on Ethan

୨୧ how the members of Måneskin confess their feelings for you måneskin x gn!reader

victoria de angelis

·。🍓 my sweet valentine vic de angelis x fem! reader | Fluff

-Victoria's first Valentine's day celebrating with you is a bit chaotic but turns out better than expected.

·。🍓 date night vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics

-you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel

·。🍓 hush, hush, cucciola. vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you’re were asked to come over and help to calm Vic down after another disagreement during creating new song, and you find just the way to make her happy and peaceful again

·。🍓 pillow talk vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-your night trip to the kitchen gets interrupted by a strange noise, the results of your investigation are more pleasant then you could expect.

·。🍓 long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

·。🍓 cold breeze, hot cheeks vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff 

-a rather cold October makes your blood boil as you and Vic attend Ethan's birthday party

·。🍓 i think I wanna hold you, but I'm not sure i'm allowed

vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst with tiny hint of smut

·。🍓 I'll show the  lovin' that you'll never get from a man. vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff, smut

-your friends finally meet your boyfriend, and even though nothing goes according to the plan, your night ends up being better than you could hope for, thanks to Vic

·。🍓 sweat and good grips vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 the one with victoria’s boobs. victoria x gn!reader | fluff

-Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.

·。🍓 the one where victoria wants to watch victoria x fem!reader x ethan | smut

·。🍓 “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” victoria x gn!reader | soft smut

-along the lines of The one where victoria is patient.

·。🍓 “YEAH, WELL, IF YOU WEREN’T SO DRUNK MAYBE I WOULD.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “I KNOW YOU CAN BE LOUDER THAN THAT.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “GIVE ME ATTENTION.” vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams vic de angelis xfem!reader | fluff, smut

-You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.

·。🍓 baby said vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you've been on a few dates with Victoria and you think things are going really well. You just wish you had known where the night was going beforehand- maybe you would have picked a table with longer tablecloths.

·。🍓 latenight devil vic de angelis x fem! reader

-victoria covers for you after you sneak backstage ahead of a Måneskin gig & invites you into her dressing room for an unusual encounter

·。🍓 forgive me father vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, basically porn

·。🍓 the ocean's daughter swearing, alcohol consumption, drowning as a metaphor, smut

-while on holiday in italy, an encounter derails your life enough to make you pack up on a whim and move to the very city in which you first saw her — the ocean's daughter.

·。🍓 vic blurb

-doing domestic stuff with Victoria

·。🍓 a threesome with victoria and damiano! damiano x fem!reader x vic | smut

-reader is victoria’s partner and starts to develop a certain ‘obsession’ for dami, until vic decides to fix it.

·。🍓 vic de angelis fic victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

·。🍓 thorns victoria de angelis x fem!reader | Mentions of smoking. Mentions of panic. Swearing.

-victoria meets her ex-girlfriend (Ava). The unplanned “date” upsets her and she decides to drink and smoke to cope. When she wakes up in the morning her best friend Y/N (who she also happens to have a crush on) is there to try and reason with her. 

·。🍓 lucid victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-It started with a spilled drink and ended with a clumsy kiss on the dance floor. A night out with friends takes an unexpected turn when you bump into the one person that's been on your mind for the better part of a year- the same stranger who stole both your chapstick and your heart.

·。🍓 nightmares victoria de angelis x fem!reader | A description of a nightmare. Other than that all is fluff and comfort.

-When Y/N has a terrifying nightmare and wakes up screaming, Victoria is there to comfort her.

·。🍓 kisses and cake vic de angelis x reader | very fluffy, a little spicy

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well

·。🍓 birthday wish victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-little birthday blurb

·。🍓 church crush vic de angelis x reader | kinky as kink abba; innocent/corruption kink, and idk, sacrilege?

-good girl!reader having a massive obsession on a not-so-good girl from her church.

·。🍓 proficiency test victoria de angelis x gn!reader | a bit of swearing + one (1) explicit and one (1) implicit mention of sex + i'm very much projecting (who doesn't) + shitty german

-vic decides to help you study. chaos ensues.

·。🍓 coming home victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-vic has had a long day but coming home to you lifts the uneasiness from her shoulders and she vocalizes just how lucky she feels that you are in her life.

·。🍓 because of you idiot! victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angst(I guess), romantic fluff

-Victoria suddenly comes distance, and you try to find out why.

·。🍓 fluffy blurb vic de angelis x reader

-(it's something about getting matching tattoos with vic)

·。🍓 fuffly/smut with victoria victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-fluffy morning/half smut with victoria. nipples playing.

·。🍓 your camera roll while dating vic vic de angelis x reader | fluff, smut

·。🍓 knowing your worth vic x fem/gn! reader | hurt, comfort

-Vic is there for you after a conflict with your parents.

·。🍓 the first happiest birthday vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 crawling back to you vic de angelis x reader

-Vic once again finds her way back to you.

·。🍓 one of a kind vic de angelis x reader | fluff, mentions of sex

-Vic finds out just how rich the feeling of love can be.

·。🍓 “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s you!” vic de angelis x reader | fluff, angst

·。🍓 pt 2 hospital vic fic. vic de angelis x reader

·。🍓 “everything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 the one where victoria is patient. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-you've been with Victoria for half a year. Maybe it's about time you pushed your fears away.

·。🍓 “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Give me attention.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 “We’re in public, you know.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 "Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on." vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

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

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend

-unbeknownst to you both, paparazzi photograph you and Victoria while on your way back from a date night. When you find out in the morning, the two of you have very different ideas of how to handle the situation.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto - Part 2. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics.

·。🍓 k is for kisses vic de angelis x reader

-You and your girlfriend, Victoria, both like to tease each other. Kisses ensue.

·。🍓 peculiar and beautiful victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angsty but also fluffy

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

·。🍓 amalfi nights victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut, pretty vanilla, softdom!vic, servicetop!vic, praise, kind of fluffy smut

-reader and victoria are for vacation in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sunbathing, victoria just wants to show you her love.

·。🍓 afterglow victoria de angelis x gn!reader | mentions of sex

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

·。🍓 homesick vic de angelis x reader | tw sickness, vomitting

-vic and the reader being on a long vacation together. One night the reader wakes up homesick and ends up being sick in the toilet, trying to be as quiet as they can not to worry vic too much. To no use, of course, as vic wakes up alarmed by the sounds of someone being ill in the bathroom and then goes to comfort the sick, guilty, crying reader?

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

damiano david

✧*: i want to dance on your body damiano david x fem!reader | smut 

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

✧*: i'm gonna fly straight to you damiano david x fem!reader | fluff

-you and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

✧*: i wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa. damiano david x fem!reader | smut

-damiano takes you to see his new yacht

✧*: long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

✧*: overthinking damiano david x fem!reader | swearing, alcohol, smoking, smut related things in general

-Your relationship with Damiano is going through a crisis and some jealousy. All becomes clear after a filed party and a steamy night. There is a bit sad, angsty beginning, smut in the middle and a bit of fluff in the end. So, we have the whole package.

✧*: welcome home damiano david x fem!reader | surprisingly fluffy but also smut

-after a long week all you need is a loving touch of your currently absent boyfriend. Luckily in the morning there is a very handsome surprise waiting for you, and this allows you to start your day in best way you could possibly imagine

✧*: 300,000 hearts damiano david x fem!girlfriend!reader

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

ethan torchio

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ blush ethan torchio x reader | pure fluff

-a blurb of Ethan meeting his new makeup artist who's really kind and bubbly and he instantly gets a crush on them?

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ a night in paris ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut+swearing

-you went on a tour with the band and Ethan enjoyed Paris the most. Having your boyfriend all happy and excited turned out to be better then you expected.

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ "The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind." ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut

-If acting unwise get's you places, maybe you're just pushing it to be on your knees.

thomas raggi

❤︎ ❥ "We passed 'just friends' about 20 fucks ago." thomas raggi x reader | angst, fluff, smut

❤︎ ❥ sanremo. thomas raggi x gn!reader | swearing, slightly sugggestive

-ever the supportive boyfriend, thomas indulges you in a sanremo 2023 watch party.

[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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@opal-rugger

[cacoetheswriting]

a best friend eddie story + collection of drabbles

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader total word count: 31k tags/content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, recreational drug use, topics of death / grief — pls also read cw's for each part & if i missed anything, let me know!

summary: a story about two kids trying to navigate through love and loss, inevitable goodbyes, various reunions, friendships and hardships, joy, heartbreak, plus surviving the upside down - all to the sound of Janis Joplin's Pearl.

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely, if at all, in the story.

1980

⪼ your first conversation with eddie (october)

1984

⪼ eddie realises he might like you as more than a friend (march)

⪼ eddie comes to terms with his feelings, pushing you away in the process (may/june)

⪼ last moment with eddie before you leave for college (august)

⪼ eddie & reader catch up on the phone (september)

⪼ a kiss, a fight, & the end of a friendship? (november / december)

⪼ the letters (november / december)

1985

⪼ a rather dramatic reunion, after months of not speaking (june / july)

⪼ eddie & reader try to navigate through their feelings (october)

⪼ can celebrating nye together lead to a kiss at midnight? eddie for sure hopes that it can (december)

1986

⪼ valentine’s day

⪼ eddie and the end of the world (march)

⪼ apologies, confessions, and plans for the future (may)

⪼ the start of something new (august)

a/n: the following are some songs i think they fit perfectly with their story, so i wanted to share them with you.

janis joplin - me and bobby mcgee | conan gray - the exit | dolly parton - i will always love you | the weekend - die for you | måneskin - the loneliest | kate bush - oh to be in love | u2 - sunday bloody sunday | red hot chilli peppers - eddie | ethel cain - sun bleached files | leonard cohen - hallelujah | boston - more than a feeling | taylor swift ft. bon iver - exile | red box - why so few | milky chance - frequency of love | janis joplin - cry baby

main masterlist

[sunnysideoflondon]

käärijä boyfriend pokédex

in no specific order. some of these don't have links because i either can't find them or i lost them. if you have more to add, links i'm missing, incorrect information, etc please tell me :) i don't really go here anymore but i'll try to keep this list updated

count: 20

Bojan Cvjetićanin

lead singer of joker out + ESC 2023 contestant

do i need to make a list. do you want me to make a list. do i need to show you a li- *gunshots*

i could eventually list out as much as i can find though. or maybe that would need its own post

or you can look in my bojere tag

Robin Packalen

singer + UMK 2023 contestant

that umk interview where he slammed the fuck out of the button to say he'd kiss robin

Benjamin Peltonen

singer + UMK 2023 contestant

them allegedly pining over each other during UMK

jere said something along the lines of "he's a sexy guy. amazing action" but i cant find it

that tiktok of benjamin slapping jere's ass with persikan perään out of all songs in the background

Aapo Vuori

lead singer of portion boys + UMK 2023 contestant

they kissed and jere said it felt good (ver with translation)

UMK confessions where he said aapo massaged his shoulders and they kissed (probably a different kiss than the above)

KUUMAA (they count as 3)

band + UMK 2023 contestants

they will see each other in jere's bedroom

making kissy faces

Damiano David

lead singer of måneskin

THEY DID SOMETHING i don't remember what but i know people include him as a bf for a reason

Häärijä

he's just some guy

the tiktok (or ig story?) where he lifts up häärijä's coat to reveal ass

THAT ig post. the bulbasaur vs pikachu one

the onlyfans.

Jukka Sorsa

one of the daltonit

them kissing in front of a whole audience (more)

i think they did twice actually (or at least nearly) but i can't find the link

Matti Myllyaho

one of the dancers

is matti single? not anymore

Antti Tuisku

singer

him getting pinned to a pillar by antti and looking suspicious (more)

Jesse Voss

singer

onstage tomfoolery

also multiple other occasions

Niko Saarinen

celebrity

choosing the gay celeb over the obviously interested woman (more)

Mika Rajala

some skit maker?

getting suggestively invited into a bathroom

Joonas Kymäläinen

i have no idea who this is

making kissy faces at the guy (but it goes unnoticed)

Ludwig Gassner

alessandra mele's boyfriend

he got accidentally included within the marriage proposal

Random Audience Member

random audience member

get flirted with

Tommy Cash

estonian rapper that he collabed with (on ICIP)

olympiastadion. here are some gifsets, some screen caps, and the full video

the shower tiktok

Pekka Rinne

hockey player

how do i describe this. looking lovingly into each other's eyes or something

this urheilucast episode that hit me like a freight train

is the president of finland supposed to be on this list lol??? i don't know if i made that up or not

[theold-ultraviolence]

I just read the post of finger fucking aemond for like, the third time this afternoon… and I’d like to just put the idea of him… expanding that area of pleasure by reader using a strap… again just putting that idea out there!

Be Your Slave, Be Your Master • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

Summary: It's a bit of a learning curve when you experiment with pegging Aemond. This can be read as a continuation of For Your Love, but it totally works as a stand-alone fic.  Words: 3k CW: Porn without plot, oral sex (m) & (f) receiving; face sitting, blow jobs, spanking, pegging. Established relationship, communicating boundaries. The energy between these two is all switchy and all over the place, so Aemond ends up being more of a power bottom. This is inspired by 'I Wanna Be Your Slave' by Måneskin.

Tonight you’re on top once again — your bodies already naked and gleaming with a layer of sweat from having cum together once already, with you being on your third orgasm by now. You’ve been spoiled, and now you’re ruined and dripping, unsure if you’ll be able to keep going when your muscles ache this good.  

He’d made you cum once on his tongue, with him drinking you all up as if he’d been parched for decades and you were the only source of water for miles. Twice, with his fingers scissoring inside of you while his thumb pressed electrifying circles that had your thighs tensing and arching up to frame his face as he dipped down to swallow out your clit viciously. The third time, with his cock pistoning in and out of you from behind, with your face pressed onto the pillows, babbling his name each time you felt the tip of his cock nudge your g-spot. 

Now he holds your body up as you grind on his hard cock — so easily now, with shared cum to aid in that slide — groaning into each other’s mouths, furrowed brows as if you were in pain. It hurt to be like this, all sensitive and worn out, and it felt so fucking delicious. 

But this was far from over… 

"...I was thinking…” he breathed against your mouth, making out sensually on the couch, one evening. Entwining your tongues over and over again — his smile kept turning the kiss into a sloppy mess. 

“Uh-huh? What are you thinking about, Aemond?” You sighed, planting your kisses on the corner of his lips and his dimples, making him grin even wider. 

“I got you something…” 

“Oh? What’s that, love?”  

“Well, it’s for us.” 

Mischief poured from his eye as he sat up and leaned to the side to retrieve something from behind a pillow. It was hidden in a little cotton bag with bright colors – that you recognized from your favorite sex shop – and from underneath it, you saw an oblong shape that was all too telling. 

“Extend out your palms,” he softly ordered. A little glimpse of his casual dominance. His ears turned crimson red the moment he pulled the toy out of the bag and rested it in your hands. 

Your eyes colored with glee at the sight of the dildo — a fairly standard one, not freakishly long or thick but pretty enough — and then you gasped when you peeked inside to see the strap-on belt that came with it. 

“I want to know what it feels like.” He confessed between breathy kisses. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that first time you finger-fucked me. You felt so good inside of me.” So quiet, as if he was still a tad embarrassed by admitting that he was so into this. “But first, I thought, it might be a good idea to talk about, you know…our boundaries and what we’re both comfortable with.” 

“Of course!” You sighed with relief, giggling, “actually I’ve been wanting to bring it up but didn’t know how.” 

He smiled – ever the observant man. Of course, he noticed all your little hints after you rimmed him. He caught the way your eyes now fixed on his asshole when you suck him off; could practically feel your eyes piercing daggers on his backside when he undressed during the night, or when he slipped on a pair of clean underwear when he got out of the shower. Leave it to Aemond to come up with a straightforward solution to the whirlwind you sometimes spun to make sense of whatever troubled your mind. 

“You know you can always talk to me about anything. Especially when it comes to this…” 

Aemond kisses you hungrily and messily, as he grips and grasps at your flesh all rough and demanding. He’s grinding up his hips against you, not only seeking friction on his cock but also rocking on the anal plug that he’s been wearing this entire time. He hisses with each sway; beads of sweat are dripping from his forehead, all pink in the chest with his marble flesh all painted with hickeys. 

A little evil smirk adorns his lips, breaking off your kiss and making your teeth clank together as he grabs your hand and guides it back around you to his entrance. You moan brokenly at the slippery sensation of his hole dripping with lube, all stretched out and ready. 

 “My, my, my, darling,” you moan, all hoarse for it feels like you’re gonna overflow with pleasure and it’s all stuck in your throat. “You want it now? You want me to fuck you?” 

“Hmmm…” he hums, always a man of few words. 

“Hmmm,” You taunt, kissing him all over the spots on his skin where a blush spreads so beautifully, the spots that haven’t been marked by your teeth just yet — using the light moles dotted all over his skin as a map. The meat of his pectorals looks so fucking pretty all bitten and red, blonde chest hair all damp with sweat and your spit. 

You look up at him desperately – drunk on the scent of his sweat and your sex and just him, him, him. He sits up to devour your lips in his kiss – all tongue and teeth and drool trailing down your chins before he reaches the nightstand and brings up the strap-on to put it around you gingerly. 

“Fuck, Aemond. I want to give you everything you want.” One last needy whine on your part, one last glimpse of submission from your end. 

“I trust you,” he tenderly frames your face in his hands to give you a chaste kiss, resting your foreheads together to give you a final nod. You echo his nod before eying him wickedly, beginning to shimmy down his hard planes of muscle after he lays back down on the bed… 

"...I’m open to experimenting with everything you want, love. As long as we talk it out first.” Aemond looked at you with earnestness, squeezing your hands to accentuate the purpose of his words. “There are a couple of things I wouldn’t like, however.” 

“Tell me.” 

“Degradation. That’s not why I’m with you. I like for our intimacy to be caring, not humiliating. A little bit of teasing in good fun is fine, but that’s it. If I’m opening up to you, letting you fuck me, it’s because I want to feel closer to you. Not because I want to feel degraded.” 

“Got it.” You kissed each of his cheeks and caressed the side of his face. “And on that note…would you want me to take more of a dominant role sometimes? I know that’s what you naturally lean towards. And I’m so fine with it, love. You know I love to be under your mercy anyway.” You giggled shyly. 

“I’d like that, yes. But I don’t know if I’d be able to keep up with being submissive for too long.” 

“That’s fair. We can always try, and see how it works out.” 

“You know I’m always up for learning new things…”

"...You know what to do,” you sigh against his skin, licking a broad stripe from his belly button to his navel, kissing and nibbling at his taut skin, his jutting hip bones — caressing the silvery hairs that nestle the thick cock that’s resting on his belly, before gripping it at the base. “Spread wide for me.” 

He plants his feet on the bed, obeying with shaky breaths as you drool on the tip of his cock to start stroking it up and down with a firm grip. “Such a pretty cock, leaking so much for me.” 

You moan as you kitten-lick around his glistening head and the underside of it, gathering his pearly white precum with your tongue before lapping up his length as your fist rests at the base. Hold him steady so you could swallow all of him down. 

He grunts, closing his eyes as he opens his legs wider and reaches down to spread himself with his fingers, showing off the plug all deeply snug inside his ass. You chuckle wetly on his cock as you come up for air, keeping up the steady motions with your fist. 

“What do you want, Aemond?” You whisper as you gaze at him seductively, face leaning down and down, inching closer to kiss and suckle at his balls for what seemed like an infinite moment, before reaching lower still. 

“I want you to use me.” He murmurs so quietly you could barely hear him, with all the slurping and moaning as you fondle his balls and suck him hard and depraved. “Wanna be your slave.” 

“Oh, darling” you chuckle, “I plan to. I wanna make you hungry. Wanna be your master this time.” You reply hoarsely as you carefully twist the plug and pull it out slowly, making him choke out a long, drawn-out moan in the process. 

You’re ready to ascend to heaven right fucking there from seeing Aemond’s gaping hole, begging to be filled up again. 

“Fuuuuuck…” you moan as you circle his rim with your thumb, dipping it inside and curling it to keep it stretched as you pour even more lube onto his entrance and the dildo of your strap. You give the dildo a couple of strokes, spreading the lube around while you tease Aemond’s hole with your thumb. 

Just to make sure, you dribble another bit of lube directly onto his ass before breaching him with the tip of the dildo, stretching him out to take that first inch, slowly – so, so slowly it feels like time stands still. 

He fists the sheets and leans his head back with a deep intake of breath.  

“You okay, Aemond? Is this too much?” You grab his hand and squeeze, panicking for a second until he nods, exhaling shakily before opening up his eye to look back at you all blissed out. 

“Keep going,” he whispers, squeezing your hand back for reassurance, and not letting go. 

This is incredibly intimate, it makes your chest fill with all that is warm and fuzzy and happy. You lean into him to kiss him as you push your hips in, thrusting a little bit deeper while his free hand rests at your hips, keeping you up. 

Your foreheads touch as you slip deeper and deeper and deeper until you’ve bottomed out and are buried to the hilt inside of him, catching his gasps inside of your mouth. 

He spreads his legs wider, hugging you by your lower back as he sits up a little bit to have you all folded on top of him. So, so close, with your tits pressing against his chest, sensitive nipples brushing his, heartbeat to heartbeat as you deliberately rotate your hips once he whispers that he’s ready, right into your ear. 

The first thrusts are experimental; as slow as the bead of sweat trailing down Aemond’s jawline that you lean up to lick. As soft as the way his pale eyelashes look when his eye goes half-mast, soft like his puckered lips — always seeming to be in a permanent pout. 

Slow and steady, finding your rhythm, making sure you’re not hurting him, testing out how the friction feels against your clit each time your pelvis grazes his, marveling at the effort it takes to push inside because he’s still so tight. 

But then he’s looking at you with a scorching hot gaze, gripping your hips and ass so tight you’re reeling over the knowledge you’ll bear those bruises come morning light. He squeezes your asscheeks hard as he grinds up his hips quickly, urging you to go faster. 

“Fuck me,” he groans into your ear like a lightning bolt traversing your entire spine. 

“What?” you smirk – even with your back all arched and thighs shaking from the effort to keep up the pace – you have a little bit of bite in you. “You’re not gonna say, please?” 

He only grunts in response, looking at you darkly, not wanting you to forget who’s gonna make who pay afterward if you get a little too bossy. 

He slaps your ass hard before bunching it up in his hands and squeezing so hard it nearly hurts. But it hurts so damn good that your yelp becomes a moan and you’ve no other choice but to obey. 

No other choice but to start thrusting faster, pinching one of his nipples in retaliation for that slap, which makes Aemond’s brows raise before slapping you again – and again, harder this time, prompting you to fuck him faster. 

You lean down to bite into his mouth before sticking your tongue inside as you fuck him with a series of shallow thrusts before impaling him on you. Make him twitch and moan into your mouth the moment the dildo grazes his g-spot. 

You grin madly, locking your gazes together as you keep going and going and growing hysterical each time you feel your clit bumping against him with each thrust. You want to see every emotion cross over his icy eye, want to see him struggling to hold your stare, brows pinching together at the overwhelming surge of pleasure twisting and coiling deep inside of him. 

With a trembling hand, you reach down to take his slick cock, keeping it in a solid grip as you fuck him – finally making him break from your gaze and spread his legs wide, elongating his body back as if a tidal wave was coursing through him. 

“Fuck, Aemond!” you plead to him even when you’re the one in control. You wanna make him cum so fucking bad, wanna make him burst right into your hand. “Please!” 

He laughs all dark and cocky, even with furrowed brows and shaking thighs, gripping onto your ass to help bounce you up and down into him, faster, harder, grunting louder and louder with each thrust. 

All cocky as he surges up to take your tits in his mouth, sucking on one while fondling the other. Switching between licking your stiff nipples and pinching them, squeezing and suckling harshly. He can’t get enough — not when it makes you arch back and lose your stride for a moment with how amazing it feels to have his hot mouth on you. 

“Say it,” he grits through his teeth. Is it a plea or a command? By now you don’t even care. You shut your eyes and concentrate on pistoning into him harder, aiming for his g-spot with each thrust, so hard your thighs feel like cramping but you power through. 

“Cum for me, Aemond!” you groan as you start to press tight circles at the underside of his cockhead to the beat of your thrusts, “Fuck, please, cum for me, darling, cum on my cock!” 

Aemond hisses as his whole body tenses up – everything freezes for a moment in which you could hear your heartbeats galloping frantically – groaning loud, white-knuckled as he grips onto your flesh and spurts cum all over his stomach. 

He sighs and heaves for breath, trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm as you slide in and out. Slower, stretching out the pleasure until he squirms and shakes his head on the pillows, silently telling you that it’s too sensitive now. 

Soon you stop altogether, pulling out of him and relishing Aemond’s ass gripping the dildo so hard, it takes some effort to finally get it out of him. 

The minute the strap is off, you gasp – Aemond’s immediately sitting up and hauling your body towards him, helping you sit on his chest before grabbing your thighs and further aiding you to his eager mouth. 

You can only moan and hold onto the bedpost – not expecting this at all but certainly not complaining as soon as you feel his tongue lapping up at your dripping pussy. 

He flattens out his tongue and helps you grind against his mouth, nearly suffocating his face but he doesn’t show the slightest discomfort. Growling and moaning right into your twitching cunt, curling his tongue all across your slit before sucking your clit aggressively – hollowing out his cheeks to augment the suctioning sensation as he slides two fingers inside of you and starts fucking you relentlessly. 

You’re screaming, already so damn close as you look down at Aemond with his eye shut and his nose pressed against you. The sight drives you to the fucking brink and you grab a fistful of his long hair, grinding down on his face to keep him there. He groans, finger-fucking you faster, sucking your clit harder and harder before he looks up at you. 

He holds your gaze, keeping one hand locked around your thigh while he adds a third finger with the other and moans around your clit, sucking and sucking and twirling his tongue around it and – holy fuck!

Your thighs clench around his face – everything going black for a moment while your ears ring and electric sparks shoot all over your nerves as you scream and scream and scream in blissful agony, gushing down Aemond’s chin. 

“Fuck!” you sigh, carding a hand across your forehead and sweat-matted hair, giggling uncontrollably all fucked out and high on the buzzing waves radiating all over your body. It makes Aemond chuckle, as he takes your hands and helps you off of him and into his warm embrace. 

You instantly drape yourself on him; sweaty bodies sticking together, with your ear pressed to his chest to listen to his heartbeat slowing down. 

Aemond looks down at you sweetly, taking your chin between his fingers and guiding you to a lazy kiss – all smiley and dazed in love, all breathy and wet and like you could stay like this forever and ever.

You hold on to the kiss, with your thumb gently stroking the scar that cuts the left side of his face before replacing it with your lips until you reach his eyelids, his strong eyebrow bone, and forehead. 

“So how was that for a learning curve? I think we did poorly in keeping up our respective roles.” You snort, exchanging bright grins between the two of you. 

“Nothing that can’t be solved with more practice.”

[taste-your-silhouette]

I'm gonna fly straight to you

Pairings: Damiano David xfem!reader

Contents: Fluff

Summary:You and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

Words: ~694

A/N: Hey again! Haha, well, I hope you dig it and forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. 

You and Damiano are lying  in bed at a cool hotel room, it's almost sunrise, but you're still wide awake, chatting about all the things you dig about the world and each other. Damiano is in the midst of their tour, so it's been tough for you both to find quality time together. But now, you've hit your limit and couldn't bear being apart any longer, so Damiano figured out a way to fix that, whisking you away to the country they're visiting this weekend. You should be catching some Z's, Damiano, especially since he was rocking it on stage a few hours ago and will have to be back again in a few hours to jam out for the upcoming day that's about to kick off. "You need to sleep and get some rest, and I should let you do that, but damn, it feels amazing being all cozy in this bed with you. Your voice so close to my ear is pure bliss." Damiano leans in even closer, plants a sweet kiss on the top of your head, and whispers, "In just a few weeks, we'll have endless nights like this until the next tour kicks off. Can't fucking wait." "I can't wait too! I'm gonna be glued to you every single night, and you better get ready, 'Cause you'll be serenading me with all those love songs you've been keeping under wraps," you exclaim, bubbling with excitement . Damiano chuckles, thrilled at the idea of finally unveiling those unfinished and top-secret tunes he's been penning to soothe the ache of longing whenever you're apart. "Let's have epic nights filled with those tunes," he suggests, and you grin, eagerly anticipating those days that are just a tad out of reach. "Oh, we should totally hit up that spot we spotted on Instagram! Let's take a rad getaway, it's gonna be pure magic," you mused, lost in daydreams of the two of you chilling in a cozy beachfront cottage, frolicking in the waves . And out of the blue, you and Damiano were brainstorming ideas for mini adventures during the gap between Måneskin tours. Like always, when you two dive into future plans, you get lost in a world of fantasies, reveling in the joy of envisioning a shared future. Your love is so strong that even the simplest of plans they conjure up are bound to be epic. "I gotta confess, I thrive on the tour energy and the love from our fans when we're rockin' the stage, but you know what I love even more? Snuggling up with you every night and waking up by your side every mornin' ," he declares, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. "And drift off in each other's embrace." You interject, sporting a grin. You carry on talking about the your future, but you notice Damiano speaking with his eyes shut, seemingly drained and on the brink of succumbing to exhaustion. "Rest, amore mio," you murmur, planting a tender kiss on their cheek. "Hmmm, nope. I ain't dozing off, still wide awake," he responds with a drowsy tone. You can't help but beam at the sheer charm oozing from this guy, who's holding you tight and whispering sweet nothings. "I don't wanna sleep, y/n. 'Cause having you by my side feels so damn good, I don't want this to end and then spend weeks and weeks apart from you again. "Chillax, cuore mio. Soon we'll be reunited and have a blast with all our epic plans and then some, alright?" you reply. "Alright, let's sleep then. That way we'll be one step closer to that awesome future," Damiano says, feeling more at ease with his response. "I love you, Damiano. Sweet dreams." "I love you too, y/n. I fucking love you." And just like that, the two of you drifted off to sleep. You in Damiano's cozy inked arms and he in yours, just as it will be soon.

[softlymaximoff]

Uhm HI?! SHARE WITH THE CLASS?!?

IM ASSUMING THE Dark!Priest!Wanda?!

Own My Mind

18+ below

“Quiet down or I’ll make you” her voice was low and breathless as you choked back a few tears. She had edged you on for hours during the Sunday morning in the church and now she was finally finishing off in the confessions box. Nimble fingers ever so slightly dancing in the air as her spell went straight to your cunt. No one paid any mind to her magic as this was in fact not a normal community.

Years and years of shallow hiding and sneaking around brought you to this very moment. Witches, Lycans, Vampires and other supernatural beings all gathered around community hall to say their prayers to their higher power. So yes, magic hands? Nothing unusual, nothing mind shattering. That was until she locked eyes on you your first day partaking this weekly event and completely took over you from then on.

“Wanda please” You whined as she once again ghosted her fingertips just over your clit. “Oh baby, I’m prayin at your altar if you know what I mean” she smirked and kissed your clit quickly, the action causing you to snap your hips up. “I wanna hear you say it” she pouted and continued her teasing assault on your cunt. A rough cry of frustration escaped your lips as she pulled back completely and stood up to face you. “Do I own your mind Y/n” she murmured in the silence of the church.

Your knees buckled as a hand cane around your neck and applied just enough pressure to get your mind hazy. “You know I just gotta have it, I'll make your body a habit, you know there's some kind of magic” she spoke quietly at the shell of your ear and sucked a deliberate mark along the bottom of your jaw. “You own my mind, Wanda, always, always forever and always I- Wanda please let me cum” you screwed your eyes shut and she slipped two fingers in at your confession and gave you the ‘okay’.

Yeah, maybe Sunday wasn’t made to be the day for rest. At least not in this town, Sundays are to dance with the devil and kiss her on the lips.

[fuckingpoetry]

bite my lip 'til you break it (oneshot)

“I've always wanted you to,” he confesses. “Care, I mean. Until I realized you already did. And that just made it worse.”

or: how haymitch's and effie's toxic affair turns into something more meaningful, inspired by måneskin's 'the driver'

[maneskinconfess-archive]

I do feel a lot for Damiano right now. I think he handled the break up announcement situation really badly tbh and I think he got very lucky Giorgia was so gracious in her statement because she didn’t have to be. But it must be tough for him either way, even if he ended the relationship or wanted it to end. Bc he’s kind of lost everything, seemingly out of the blue. She’s kept the house, the cats, basically everything that was familiar is hers now. So he’s lost his home, his pets, his routine, his safe space to come back from tour to, and a person who he shared six years of his life with. Idk if some of y’all have ever been in a long term relationship but even if you know the rs has run it’s course and needs to end that shit still hurts, it’s still extremely difficult to disentangle your whole life from someone you spent so long with and rebuild from scratch, which is essentially what Damiano has to do now. Let’s not forget how many times he’s said he gets homesick or that he loves to come home to the cats, it must feel weird and confusing and destabilising to suddenly not really have a home anymore or have the cats to return to. He’s probably hurting a lot even if he’s trying not to show it, and I think it’s telling that his friends don’t seem to want him to be alone even for a second.

I hate scrutinising or reading into photos bc you can never really know how someone is feeling, but I don’t think he looks particularly happy in the fan photos from today. I find it honestly mean and disrespectful to both him and Gio to see all these people celebrating and saying he’s finally free and finally seems serene and peaceful bc honestly I don’t see that at all. Maybe when everything has settled and he’s had time to deal with things he will be happier, especially if he knew the relationship was ready to end, but for now he’s probably struggling to come to terms with a lot of huge personal changes and it’s probably very very difficult. The last thing he needs is abuse or congratulations or ridiculous theories from people online right now, just show him (and Giorgia) some respect.

Louder for the people in the back

[youchangedmedestiel]

I had a convo with @morallygreyintrovert about an idea of a fic with songs for Sam, Dean and Cas (like in Zoey's Extraordinary playlist for those who know this show). Her post is there if you want to take a look. I told her I had a list of songs somewhere, so there it is, I thought I could share it with the class while I'm at it.

Sorry Dean, but I would have loved to see that (and there is definitely some singing in SPN). Anyway, here are the songs I thought about:

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) by Journey (for season 4) Dean could sing this to Cas when he is still bind to Heaven (and goes through repetitive brain washing sessions). Jensen would totally be able to perform this song like in the video and I would pay a big amount of money to see that, and Misha walking like the girl in the clip with his own trench coat, I can totally picture that one in my head.

I feel you by Depeche mode (for season 4-5) Cas would be the one singing this one and it would be about the famous profound bound between them, when Cas starts feeling for the first time, doubting, and being drawn to Dean, to his "precious soul".

Never tear us apart by INXS (for season 4-5 or 8) Cas again would sing this to Dean, the "two worlds collided" in the song could be Heaven and Earth, angels' world and humans' world that could never tear them apart. Despite their differences, Cas loves Dean’s "precious heart".

Couldn’t stop caring by The Spiritual Machines (for season 5) this one is only for Dean, he would sing this one for himself, while he is fighting against the destiny (the “she” in the song), while the Apocalypse is about to happen and the angels are pressuring him to say yes to Michael, insisting he could be the one to stop it because it’s his destiny. And the title, I mean, it's Dean, "the most caring man on Earth" as Cas said it himself (15x18).

The way I feel by 12 Stones (for season 8) That’s just Dean in Purgatory, while searching for Cas. Feeling how much he needs him and how much he hates feeling like this. And the praying part, well you, "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" (8x02).

Next to me by Imagine Dragons (for season 8-9) This one is for Dean not feeling he is worth anything, but despite everything bad he did (not being able to save Cas from Purgatory, kicking him out of the bunker, etc.) and feeling like he let Cas’s down, well Cas stays by his side and Dean doesn’t understand why.

Killed or Be killed by Muse (for season 9) It’s MoC!Dean, it has fear, love, demons and fate in it. It has everything and it’s just perfect.

I wanna be your slave by Måneskin (for season 10) I don’t know if someone thought about that one before, maybe I’m totally wrong but I think it could be Demon!Dean about Cas, because despite being a demon Dean would still not be normal about Cas and without his human filters it could totally go that way. Too bad we didn’t see more of Demon!Dean with Cas, otherwise we would have seen this. You know in the karaoke bar, Cas enters and Dean is on the stage drunk singing this to him. Just imagine.

I won’t say I’m in love from Hercules (for season 13) When Cas comes back from the Empty, Dean would totally sing that and the muses that sing here could be Balthazar, Metatron, Crowley, Charlie, and Sam (maybe they could be even more, like Benny for example could also be here, but there’s only five muses in the movie). 

Stole my heart by Tanner Cherry (for season 15) I don’t know why but I can totally picture Cas singing this to Dean in the dungeon instead of that heartbreaking confession, and it’s already funnier to think about it.

Bonus:

I’m so excited by Pointer Sister Dean should sing that to Cas if he can’t use his own words to say what he feels, plus it would be fun to see that. Another big amount of money I would spent just to watch this happen on my screen.

Let’s have intercourse by Crazy ex-girlfriend Dean could sing this one to Cas, and of course, there would also be the dancing part.

I was made for lovin’ you by Kiss I don’t know why but I can totally picture that one too, where Cas sings this to Dean. Same thing, lots of money to see that.

Country boy by Alan Jackson the last one but not the least. Do you know who would sing that to who? Dean to Cas, human or without his wings, and it’s even funnier because those two idiots in love met on September 2008, which happens to be the date of release of this song. So it’s destiny, plus the country thing with cowboys hat and all, this song is obviously about them. Like almost every other songs on the planet since I saw them meet on my screen.

Anyway, I think I rediscovered all my playlists with Destiel ears and that's how you got what's above. Hope you'll like the ideas, or at least the songs. There's FOR SURE more songs that could be there, don't hesitate to share with the class.

[wendigonamecaller]

Drowning in Light Blue.

Alastor x oc.

Genre: angst/comfort

Tw: pining, Alastor breaks a promise to his mama, Alastor is an ass, references to a hanging tree, demon forms, canon typical gore, oc gets hurt badly, Adam is an asshole, sexist comments, panic attacks, Rosie is so done with Alastor's cluelessness, wingman™ Rosie -kinda-, oc is powerful, Alastor panics and confesses thinking oc was dying, lute slander, OOC ALASTOR, ALASTOR SOBS LIKE A BITCH, Alastor is BAD at emotions. MDNI!! I think that's it.

PT: 1/?

Like and reblog ❤️ // songs I listened to while writing: Trauma - NF. Sorry About Your Parents - Icon For Hire. I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin.

-♡

Alastor couldn't breathe.

His vision was hazy as he glared into the mirror, his image distorting slightly every few seconds. His breaths came out in ragged quick bursts, and for the first time in a very long time it physically hurt to smile.

His stomach churned like he had eaten bad meat, or drank something spoiled, and suddenly he could hear his mother scolding him vividly.

"Alastor don't you ever hurt a lady, a lady's heart is to be protected, not played with or broken. If you must break it, do so gently. Promise me you'll never treat a lady like she's lower than you."

He had promised her, and then gone and broke Isabella's heart.

This feeling was new to Alastor, and it only occured every time he thought back to how awry things had gone with her.

Isabella had expressed her love to him, and he had merely laughed in the vixen's face.

He was eating his words now.

His throat pinched, and hot tears fought to escape his eyes at the pinching in his chest.

~

Over the course of the next few weeks, everyone focused on preparing for the upcoming battle against Adam and his army of Angels.

Alastor had barely seen Isabella at all.

When he entered the lobby, she left. He was in the kitchen? She suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.

He even tried teleporting into her room to get her attention, but she'd merely tucked her tail and ran.

The stag missed the Overlord dearly. Their bond was one he'd came to cherish more than his and Rosie's bond, they seemed closer in his mind. But maybe that was simply all because she was foolishly in love with him.

And then a week before the Extermination, Rosie had to damn near drill things into his head.

The panic attacks.

Being upset when she's upset or hurt.

Wanting to protect her from the battle.

..Nearly snapping Lucifer's throat when the short King had merely kissed her knuckles as a way of greeting her.

Upset that she'd been avoiding him.

The deepness of the bond he felt he'd had with the vixen.

"You're falling for her, if you're not already in love with her Alastor." Rosie deadpanned after nearly choking on her tea.

"Don't be preposterous my dear! I don't feel those trivial emotions for anyone! Much less a pretty little vixen like herself." Alastor scoffed, not noticing his fatal mistake in that sentence until Rosie was pointing it out with an exasperated sigh.

And then came the day of the battle.

Alastor was on the roof, fighting Adam while Isabella and everyone else were on the ground fighting with Husker, Isabella and Vaggie using their wings to their advantage.

Isabella was back to back with Husk, both of them huffing and letting out tense chuckles as they moved in sync, cutting Angels down as they flew in for an opportunity to kill a sinner.

As Husk is calling his cards back to him, an Angel moves in for the strike and Isabella pulls a risky move. She shoved Husk out of the way and swung her axe backwards, the blade imbedding into the Angel's face.

The vixen struggles to pry the blade out of the Angel's face, only for Husk to take his turn at saving her by shielding her and using one of his cards to slit another Angel's throat.

"Fuck the weapon use your demon form, the stakes just got higher kid!" Husk yelled, bringing Isabella's gaze from the Angel to Adam, who leered over all of them from the sky and began shooting zaps of his power at random.

Sir Pentious and Isabella shared a look, both of them nodding, and then Isabella was shifting into her more terrifying form.

She grew taller, antlers protruding with ropes and vines draping from them with different sized shadows hanging from the ropes by their necks. Seven 'x''s appeared on her forehead, glowing a light gold. Her veins began to glow blue, electric shocks of varying colors fizzing around her claw tips.

The vixen is suddenly eye to eye with Adam, her jaw ticking irritably.

"Isabella, is it? Aren't you supposed to be in your brother's kitchen?" He snarks, grin bright as he chuckles at his oh so fantastic joke.

Isabella gives him a shrug. "I dunno, aren't you supposed to be eating Lute's ass?" And with that, she blasts him with a burst of magic and lightning before he can give a rebuttal.

And that's when it happens.

At the same time that Adam blasts Sir Pentious and his ship with Holy light, a spear cuts through Isabella's stomach and twists painfully.

The vixen falls to the ground and lands with a hard thud, hitting her head on some debris, shortly after, her vision goes black.

~

When Isabella's brilliant blue eyes flutter back open, she's greeted by pristine while ceilings and circus themed wallpaper, the smell of the room was like white chocolate and champagne with a hint of some type of masculine cologne.

Exhaustion still clings tightly to her mind, and she finds herself half-asleep again when suddenly the door to the room is thrown open carelessly and a frantic Radio Demon is searching the dimly lit room for something.

She watches with groggy eyes as his red gaze settles on her and suddenly he's by her side, throwing the covers off of her and checking her body for wounds which he finds in the shape of a wound in her abdomen and a broken wing joint.

Suddenly the Radio Demon is grasping onto her for nearly dear life as he hides his face in her neck and begins to breathe heavily.

Wait, was this really Alastor? Or was she having a fever dream due to her wound?

It's only when something wet hits her neck that Isabella is brought back out of her thoughts, only to realize Alastor was crying and muttering into her neck.

Her shakey hand meets the back of his head and gently scratches at his undercut. The stag stays where he is, pressing his nose into her pulse-point as he mutters into her skin.

"Alastor, I can't understand you when you mumble dear." She muttered as she nuzzled his ear a little.

"I'm sorry..." He muttered, a little louder this time.

Isabella responded by pulling his face away from her neck and cupping his cheeks. Her thumbs gently swiped his tears away, and her lips formed a small pout.

"Darling stag, why're you sorry?" She asked, wiping more tears away.

"Because I broke your heart and I didn't mean too, and then you almost died." He broke after a few moments, and Isabella realized just how deeply vulnerable he was being for her. He really trusted her so deeply that he was reverted to a sobbing boy just by her getting injured.

She felt her heart twinge with sympathy at Alastor's uncharacteristic whimpering, and she gently nuzzled their noses together. "You don't love me, and I accept that, I'll move on, but c'mon Al, you're the Radio Demon. Where's that smile we all know? Because right now it looks awfully melancholic." She pressed, half-lidded eyes staring into his.

"Because that couldn't be further from the truth." He growled, his normal persona beginning to peak through once more.

Isabella tilts her head, confused. "What couldn't be further-" She doesn't get to finish her statement, because Alastor's hands suddenly grasp her face and they're so big they partially dip into her soft brown hair.

"Because I love you, for fucks sake!" He sounded frustrated, and looked like actually admitting that fact hurt him.

"And you loving me hurts?" She asked.

He nodded. "We're both Overlords, with our own territory, we're both powerful, we'd be seen as each other's weeknesses, and that's simply something I cannot bare." He ranted before looking away, his hands dropping to rest on her stomach gently.

Isabella rolled her eyes. "We can merge territory, and so what if someone sees me as your weakness or vice versa? I'm the Witch Demon and you're the Radio Demon. Not much would change anyways, you ran my territory when I wasn't able to and I ran yours when you went AWOL." She growled with a deadpan.

The anxiety in his eyes seemed to melt away just slightly. Alastor cups Isabella's cheek gently and rubs his clawed thumb over her smoothe skin. "The others said you went into your true form and attacked Adam." He commented, his eyes subtly darting down to her wrapped stomach before resting on her own eyes once more.

The vixen nodded. "I did. It was me and Pen's backup plan, but we both ended up being taken down." Her gaze turns sullen, remembering the death of Sir Pentious.

The stag leans in and kisses her forehead. "Not to worry my dear, I'm sure everything will fall into place." He chuckles, cupping both sides of her face again.

She rolls her eyes. "Okay Dapper Dan, just give me a proper kiss." She laughed, and he laughed with her as she pulls him in by his bowtie.

"Anything for you, cher."

[napollya-inspiration]

46 for the spotify wrapped drabble game? <3

#46 on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped is THE LONELIEST by Måneskin (I'm so sorry you got like the most depressing song, I hope you like angst, Ely)

(send me a number between 1-100 and I'll write a drabble about the corresponding song on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped)

15 25 69

It had been seven months. Illya is startled when he realizes that. Seven months since he’d been forced to leave UNCLE. Seven months since Waverly had apologized profoundly but not been able to change anything.

Seven months since he’d seen Napoleon. It’s an abstract realization as he holds the note in his trembling fingers. He hadn’t even noticed how time had flown by. It feels foolish now, to not have noticed but it was like he hadn’t really been present for it until now. Now, when he feels his consciousness suddenly snap back into his body.

Napoleon ran.

His brain is slow to process the news, unmistakably scribbled in their own secret cypher.

Suddenly he hears a bang from upstairs. An undeniably American curse. Illya races up the flight of stairs, shocked at how he can hear his heart pounding in his chest all of a sudden. I’m alive, he thinks, startled.

“Cowboy!” He calls out.

“Peril.” He recognizes the word, spoken like this. Almost a groan of pain rather than a word.

“Loving your work,” he assesses as he sees the broken window. Napoleon of all people should have found a better way in. Starting with the front door he could’ve knocked on.

“Thanks. They are following me. I don’t have much time. I- I’m sorry I came here in the first place, I suppose.” Napoleon sits up and Illya realizes how tired and bruised he looks. The note must have taken awhile to get to him. They’re gonna catch up to him - CIA. KGB. Whoever else he’d managed to piss off.

He must know that from the look on his face.

“Is okay,” Illya says kneeling next to him. Napoleon had sat up but remains there, breathing heavily still.

“Couldn’t do it anymore. CIA. Not worth it,” Napoleon explains. “Just- wanted to be here. Before it happens.”

“You’re not gonna die,” Illya scoffs. “Too stubborn for that.”

Napoleon huffs out a laugh and then flinches. A broken rib, Illya suspects. “We all have to go sometime, Peril.”

Cold fear grips Illya’s heart. Yes, he hadn’t seen his partner in seven months but he’d known he was alive. Desk duty, they’d told Illya. Safe. Away from the action.

“No, no, no,” he says, hands starting to dart across Napoleon’s body in practiced motions, searching for injuries he’s missed.

“Is okay. Just wanted to be here,” Napoleon repeats and Illya is starting to get honestly scared now. This isn’t the Napoleon he remembers. “Did you get my letter?”

Illya nods, fingers curling into Napoleon’s clothes like holding onto him physically is going to make a difference.

“Yes. Just now.”

“Good. Good. It has everything you need to know. What I want you to do with my things. Access to my bank accounts. Should you ever need to- if you ever-“

Illya’s resolve hardens. He’s not going to let Napoleon be this selfish. “Not gonna let you be caught, Cowboy. You knew this. Is why you came, no?” His English is almost out of practice, his past couple missions having taken place on Russian soil. He knows his words are harsh but he feels like it too.

Napoleon gives him a little smile and there’s just a glimpse of the Napoleon he used to know. Always a grin to cover up what he was feeling.

“That would be nice, huh? If I had just scared you a little. Best laid plans and all that.” Napoleon drags in a ragged breath and Illya wonders if the rib has injured his lung. “But no. That’s not why. There’s one more thing-“ He pulls Illya closer by his collar. He expects Napoleon to whisper something into his ear, another secret for him to safeguard. Instead, Napoleon tips his head up and presses their lips together in a tender kiss.

“Couldn’t live without ever having done that,” he confesses. “And now it doesn’t matter if you hate me for it.”

Illya lets out a shuddered breath, his forehead falling against Napoleon’s. “CIA must have been bad for you. If you really thing you’re not still the oxygen I breathe.”

He can feel Napoleon’s grip tighten on his collar.

“Don’t say that. Might go to my head,” he says quietly.

“Have to keep running for that to happen,” Illya points out.

Napoleon is quiet for a moment, leaning back and searching for the truth in Illya’s eyes.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” Napoleon says.

“Don’t hear you asking,” Illya replies. Like he cares about anything but following Napoleon, even if it’s into his grave.

Napoleon actually tears up a little. “That’s not- that’s not how I thought this would go,” he confesses quietly, hand finding Illya’s cheek. “In case- in case this doesn’t go our way. Don’t be sad when I’m gone. I just hope you know…” Napoleon swallows and Illya’s chest constricts. “I loved you so.” The tenderness in his voice almost breaks Illya. This isn’t the end. It cannot be.

“Wait here, let me grab some stuff.” Illya says and jumps to his feet, racing down the stairs. He has a bag packed, of course. Just in case. He also grabs as many guns and ammunition as he can reasonably carry plus some for Napoleon.

He storms past Napoleon’s letter on his kitchen table, up the stairs again only to find nothing but a small puddle of blood where Napoleon had been.

[rickortyweek]

Welcome to ‘tis, our very first Rickorty Week!

All forms of fanwork are accepted, and the prompts are subject to your own interpretation. Don’t forget to mention us, or use #rickortyweek2023 within the first five tags of your post so we can see it!

As a thanks for all the positive feedback we’ve decided to give you 2 bonus prompts for the week!

Without further ado, here they are:

June 18

“If you don’t care if you die, why do you care if I die?”

Fake Dating AU

Beggin’ by Måneskin

June 19

Alternate Selves

Firsts

June 20

“You’re gonna be fine. Grandpa’s here.”

Accidental Romance

June 21

Seduction

Do You Feel It? by Chaos Chaos

June 22

About to Die

“I’m okay with this. Be good, Morty. Be better than me.”

June 23

Confession

Mutual Pining

June 24

ET by Katy Perry

Soulmates AU

“You’re my Grandpa, Rick. Rick and Morty — 100 years.”

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[theold-ultraviolence]

#4 (first time) and #9 (lingerie) with Aemond for the Vday ficlet? :)

Let Me Taste Your Silhouette • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader • 18+

Summary: It's a night of firsts, that starts with red lace…NSFW warnings: licking through your underwear if that’s a warning lol. There's nothing too explicit going on besides that. Title is a Måneskin lyric! • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Heaving breaths are passed from one mouth to the other like cigarette smoke. Like confessions spilled and drank greedily, as you straddle Aemond’s lap where he sits on the edge of his bed. 

There are candles lit all over his dark bedroom that paint him in warm tones, accentuating the deep blush that’s spreading from his cheeks and down to his chest, the more he strokes and grasps and tugs at your clothes. 

He’s desperate to see you. 

Desperate to finally have you, after having been dancing around each other for far too long. Now, all those days of painful pining have been rewarded, when Aemond yanks down the zipper of your red – his hands instantly covering every inch of exposed skin that prickles with goosebumps. 

You tuck his long silver-blonde hair behind his ears to expose his neck for your kisses while he removes each strap of your dress, tugging the whole piece down to reveal a sight that has his mouth gaping wide and salivating – his one lilac eye turning black with lust. 

You’re wearing a deep red, lace bra that you’d gotten especially for this occasion. After all, this was your first time with Aemond, and you wanted to leave an impression on him that would leave him wanting more. 

A sheer layer barely covers your breasts, and the lace that decorates the cups make intricate, romantic patterns that let the color of your skin be seen through the design, a tease of your nipples peeking through. You were so excited when choosing this set; with the combination of lace and crimson tone making it equal parts cute and sexy. 

His hands, splayed on the expanse of your torso, trail upwards until his thumbs can stroke the curve of your tits, merely feeling the weight of them lightly, before his whole palms fondle and squeeze tenderly.  The size and shape fit his hand in such a perfect way he’d never thought possible. 

“May I taste you?” He hotly whispers, with his lips pressed on your sternum, and his long nose tracing the trim of your bra.   

You nod, breathless. You guide him, with your hand on the back of his silver head, down until his mouth covers one of your tits through the thin fabric of your bra, his ardent tongue licking a broad stripe across your nipple before suckling on it and staining the bra with his spit. He covers your tits with his calloused hands in between licks, moaning at the taste of your skin and the smell of your perfume all over the lace. 

The sound of his low groans as he keeps suckling you fuels the fire in your core, making you grind your clothed pussy on his hard bulge constrained underneath his suit pants. When he unlatches from you, and bunches up your dress around your torso to look at you, he shivers. 

You’re all ruined. 

Your lingerie is all ruined, with your bra all stained from him devouring your tits and now your panties clearly giving away how ready you are to take him for the first time. You’re absolutely soaking through the red material – a big damp circle growing even more as he rubs your clit with his thumb through the panties. 

So ready for the taking – pliant and gushing right here on his lap. He could slip your panties to the side and sink into you so easily, without any resistance. 

And still, it wouldn’t be right if he did that. He wouldn’t be a worthy lover if he just took selfishly on your first time together.

So he takes you in his arms and lays you back on the bed, sliding your dress off completely before pulling you to the edge of the bed, where he kneels right in front of your clothed cunt. Before he could do anything, your fingers gingerly hook on the strap of his eyepatch, in a silent enquiry. 

“May I see you?” you murmur. He looks deeply into your eyes before nodding. You remove the garment delicately, soothing the scarred side of his face – same one he cushions on the pillowy flesh of your inner thigh. It’s also the first time you see him without the eyepatch. A night of firsts. 

You grin, hoping that your gaze will convey just how handsome you think he is, and that the way you’re opening up your legs and gyrating your hips will assure him that you still want him.

Left eye like a pearl, and the right turning to obsidian as he sees that wet spot on your lace panties spreading wider, making him gather up spit in his mouth before sucking you through your underwear. 

It was a night of firsts indeed. 

When you discovered just how loud you could be underneath Aemond Targaryen. 

And he became addicted to the taste of your silhouette in red lace.

A/N: thank you so much for requesting, friends!! hope you enjoy this, and happy valentine's day! x