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p1nkcanoe · 8 months

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Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand)

[ Swiss x his Guitar ]

Summary: Swiss really loves his guitar... x Warnings: objectophilia (object attraction), masturbation Words: 1097

for @spoiledleaff bc they spawned this into my brain

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She’s as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes upon her. All sleek, black curves and silver accents. She shines, spotless from vigorous care and cleaning, and now here, laying out before him, she’s as beautiful as ever.

Swiss can hardly contain himself. He’s been thinking about her all day. Ever since practice when he’d pulled her from her case and ran his fingers over her strings, over her frets, she’s been on his mind. He couldn’t get her out of his thoughts. How nicely she’d sung for him and how easily she’d tuned when he’d squeezed his fingers over her pegs… she’d practically been begging him to treat her right. And that was exactly what he planned to do.

He runs a finger over the silver edge of her body and feels the chill of the air in her hardware. She waits patiently for more of his touch. He’s more than eager to give her some.

Swiss leans over her body, places his big palms on either side of her heel and presses into her curves, drags his hands down and down and down until he gets to the widest part of her body, and gives her a little pat on her bottom. She makes a little noise and the ghoul grins, bends at the waist to give her a kiss on her neck and dip a tip of a finger into one of her holes.

“I know, baby,” he breathes, softly, against her neck. “I promise I won’t tease for long.”

A purr emerges from his chest when his hand makes contact with the smooth finish of the underside of her neck. She’s always so soft there. It’s his favorite place to worship her. He teases her first with the slow drag of a single digit, then gives her a little more when he wraps his fist wholly around her fretboard and squeezes. He doesn’t hold it for long–he doesn’t want to hurt her, doesn’t want to make her nervous–and he backs off, offers his apology in the form of nosing at her head and ghosting his lips over the words etched into her surface. A fingernail traces up a string from her body to her head and she whines the entire way up. It’s a gorgeous sound. When he reaches the top, he’ll drop his hand back down and tease another just to hear it again–how it differs. He listens carefully, pays attention to every vibration to find out which string holds her sweet spot.

Tonight it’s the D string.

He teases it over and over again, pinches it between his fingers and plucks at it from above her core, and each time she sings for him in an entirely different tone and pitch. “That’s it, keep singing for me…” The ghoul flattens his body against the bed, careful to not lay too much of his weight on his lover, and grinds his hips squarely against the mattress. Each vocalization that she makes causes him to throb. He can feel her in his fingertips, in his hands, in his belly… She makes him hot.

Fingers reach down between hips pressed against the mattress to undo the zipper of his pants. He struggles with one hand, refuses to break the contact with her or remove his lips from her tuning pegs to assist him in freeing himself, but eventually he does with a frustrated grunt and a shove to the fabric to bunch below his balls. He traps his cock between his stomach and the sheets and allows himself a moment to thrust and grind while feeling around the cold metal with his tongue. She tastes like sweat and metal, rich and overwhelming in his senses. She tastes like him. His cock throbs. She belongs to him. Nobody else. Him. He moans low and presses his forehead flat against her head. Air fills his lungs, eases its way back out. He needs her.

The ghoul hisses when he forces himself away from her, lets his fingers dance over her strings as he goes just to hear her protest and beg him to come back.

Clothes hit the floor and get kicked away. He grabs her by the neck, adjusts her so that her body lines up with his own, and flips her head towards the floor. The back of her neck is smooth and cool against the scorching skin of his cock. He leaks already. She’s so sexy like this–waiting patiently for his dick. He presses her right up against him and breathes out a shaky moan at the pressure. She shines with his pre.

He moans out into the silence of his bedroom, grips her securely with a hand on her neck, the other on the bottom of her curvy bottom, and grinds. It’s an awkward angle. His dick slips from behind her neck over and over again. He tells her it’s okay, that she’s so sexy, that he loves her… She doesn’t respond with his hand around her neck but he knows she means the same.

“Gonna lay you back down,” he says between desperate breaths. His cock grinds against the back of her body, slick and obscene. His features scrunch up in pleasure, shiny with a thin layer of sweat. His belly burns. “Need you ready. Gonna give it to you.”

He lays her back down gently, makes sure she’s positioned perfectly so that he can play with her with one hand while the other stays pulling on his cock. She lays horizontally on the bed, face up. Swiss flicks his fingers across her strings, makes her sing softly while he gets himself ready for her. He groans, squeezes his eyes shut, spins her controls, teases her bridge… And then finally his balls tighten up and he bows in on himself, cursing through gritted teeth.

He splatters the shiny surface with his cum, paints over the strings. His fingers dig into her holes, rub her insides exactly the way he knows she likes, and he eases her towards the edge. It’s unclear how exactly the ghoul knows when she finally climaxes, but when she does he hurls towards a second and spurts over the top of her bridge, dribbles into one of her holes.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, braces himself on the bed with the arm that teased her strings. “You always know how to make me cum.”

He finishes himself off, strokes his cock until it screams with overstimulation, and just to finish her off he hits the head over her sloppy hardware and makes her sing one last time.

check out more of this idiot and his guitar here

#based off the song by irma thomas #swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul smut #p1nk ficlet #ghost #ghost smut #Swiss and his guitar

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spellboundcities · 2 years

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Love, I’m a wreck.

Holy fuck.

#another case of 'lux goes absolutely hog fucking wild on what was supposed to be a doodle'#a friend of mine and I were talking about what instruments the mh cast would be #and the concept of hoodie specifically playing acoustic guitar resonates real strong with me #this song was stuck in my head the whole time it had to be added in #does this make sense in canon? fuck no.#is it fun? YES.#local cryptid draws #marble hornets #marble hornets fanart #the hooded man #mh hoodie #the masked man #mh masky #hoodsky if you squint #he's playing his buddy a little tune :)#brian thomas #tim wright #opaline yellowjackets

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icarodamiano · 1 year

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MGM Music Hall at Fenway | Boston, Massachusetts | November 26, 2022 | LOUD KIDS TOUR

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#Thomas Raggi #måneskin #maneskin #thomas #she speaks #thomas & his guitar #sunglasses #thomas + skirt #MGMMusicHall #11.26.22 #Boston #Massachusetts #November 2022 #North America 2022 #må+us #Loud Kids Tour #100

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sillylittlepoetman · 5 months

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right so I've found mat bayntons music from like 2011. im going insane. literally what can't he do at this point

#ive literally seen photos of him playing bass + electric + acoustic guitar keyboard and he can sing toooo????#and then you just have this banger #hes so talented ehat the actual fuck #his music is actually so amazing hes my fave artist (he has a solid 4 songs)#bbc ghosts #horrible histories #six idiots #mat baynton #thomas thorne #mathew baynton #matthew baynton #ben willbond #larry rickard #martha howe douglas #jim howick #simon farnaby #going insane

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its-tea-time-darling · 7 months

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thomally and wonderwall, gally singing it to thomas after they finally got together after what felt like centuries to everyone who had to watch the painfully slow “i hate his guts” to “i guess he’s okay” to “i guess we’re friends” to “yeah we spend nearly all our freetime together why do you ask” to *italicized Oh*

#im not crying you are #CAN YOU IMAGINE #THEM AT A PARTY AND GALLY PICKS UP THE GUITAR #AND HIS VOICE ISNT THAT PRETTY AND HE DOESNT PLAY THE GUITAR VERY WELL EITHER #BUT THOMAS IS CRYING BY THE END OF IT #AND GALLY IS RED IN THE FACE AND HAS TEARY EYES TOO #tmr #maze runner #the maze runner #thomally #wonderwall #txt #headcanons

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sirjacobthomaskiszka · 1 year

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there’s actually so much to unpack here

#the way he’s using his body to move the guitar and the faces he’s making #jacob thomas I need you to chill baby #jake kiszka #greta van fleet

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merlockfob · 1 year

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#måneskin #this was his solo at the beginning of the encore #I didn’t expect this and it was amazing #I can’t believe how talented this man is #sorry for my screams #Thomas is literally one of the best guitar players of his generation and this proves it #this was one of the best concerts ever #they are so good love I am so lucky to have seen them

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badnewbie · 2 years

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i have so many refs for the upcoming scene, it's insane. the interior sketch is going to be the actual page though, but i normally don't sketch out the whole background in pencil like this. also eight discarded performance outfits for ennie (difficult to design something for a character with the trait 'dresses over the top in casual situations'. you can see me going a bit insane on the second page) and two background characters who i wanted to sketch first before putting in the actual page.

#comic stuff #instruments: jack has the cheapest possible drum set i could find bc he only learned to drum like a month ago #thomas has a spanish guitar and josh plays both bass and keys (obviously an 88 keys one. no son of mine will have a filthy 66 keys)#and it has to be propped on the bar stools <3 that's how i played my first bar performance too #i have no notes on the outfits that aren't covered by my previous notes on them #except that josh brought one (1) fun shirt for performances and it's this one #oh yeah i sourced thomas' outfit directly from the singer of king gizzard when i saw him this summer. i was impressed by its boringness #actually i have notes on all outfits who am i kidding. ennie's is based on something ariana grande wore #they don't have the same vibe at all but she has this baby thing going on that i think ennie would connect with #and it's his first performance #so he hasn't settled into his own aesthetic yet #the background character in the black dress is an oc of a friend. i'll introduce her properly when i post the actual page #the guy in the cap is based on lawrence from popstar never stop never stopping lmao bc i watched that the day before designing him #and it was pretty much the energy i wanted this bar to have #i searched 'crappy bar' for the interior or the big panel. learned they have a lot of stuff on the wall. love that

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8iunie · 8 months

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Måneskin HQ on Discord, 07.09.2023

RUSH! WORLD TOUR gig #2 📍Nancy, France

It was super freaking fun on the stage!! 💘

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 months

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Hey can I ask? What will Jade and Ghost son/daughter would look like if they ever had a kid?

okay so this topic about Ghost and Jade's fam in the future has been asked like REPEATEDLY on my ask box since the dawn of Jade's creation LMAO

but thanks to @alypink I finally got to thinking about it and I finally had the time to to draw it! Here it goes! (❁´◡`❁)

Ghost and Jade has three children, Andrew, Jay, and Orion.

Andrew Thomas Riley - (His middle name is named after his late uncle, Tommy) Face looks exactly like Jade, but with Ghost's hair and eye colors. Loves Manchester City so much and dreams of being like Kevin de Bruyne. He has a bright personality like Jade, but has Ghost's competitiveness. A bit annoying, but only he gets to tease his siblings. WOULD FIGHT for his siblings.

Grace Jael Riley - (named after her maternal grandma, Gracie Le Jardin). Her nickname is Jay (Jael ("jay-el") to differentiate her from her grandmother. Face looks exactly like Ghost, but with Jade's hair and eye colors. She's into music - playing guitars and pianos - and loves to write poems. Jay has Ghost's personality and much rather stay in the corners. Spends a lot of time with her grandparents. Jay has some scary ability to make people speak out their hearts to her (blackmail). Her grandma might have some explaining to do.

Orion Riley - A child of Greek descent from Jade's former orphanage where Ghost and Jade often volunteer in. Orion had similar circumstances with Ghost. Orion's father was a drug dealer and addict, and in his intoxicated state had killed his mother. The Rileys then took him as a foster. He is distant and fearful at first, but with the family's nurturing and warm environment, Orion starts to loosen up and finally feels the warmth of a family. VERY close with Ghost and Jay.

Soon after marrying, the Rileys live in Herefordshire, where the SAS residency is. Jade opened a branch of The Garden, and Ghost himself still works as an SAS soldier. Ghost's deployments are short periods, but a lot of deployments every year, so he tries to spend as much time as he can with his kids when he's home, like playing football with Andrew, singing with Jay (however... unique his voice is), and draw with Orion. The way the kids IMMEDIATELY falls asleep when Ghost's reading them bed time stories AAAAAAA.

A very equally disciplined and warm home, they have their shenanigans, but they work every issue out. The grandparents often come to visit and help Jade take care of the kids when Ghost is not home.

Former MI6 black agents from mom's side of the family, and full-on SAS operators for dad and the uncles. Safest group of kids on the planet.

So those are the Lovely Rileys! Hope you love it *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #my goodness #how cute #BRAINROT TIMEEE #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #sleepy answers #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #charlotte jade le jardin #ghost x jade #ghost x oc #the rileys #married life #nyehehehehe

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5sosghostwriter · 2 years

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Comfort video from my comfort person🥹❤️

#calum hood #calum thomas hood #calum 5sos #5sos #5 seconds of summer #home #better be home soon #soft #cal #his voice omg #acoustic guitar #his curls #him #🥹#my comfort person #duke

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icarodamiano · 1 year

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Thomas Raggi at Palazzo dello Sport | Night 2 | Rome, Italy, March 25, 2023 | LOUD KIDS TOUR

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#Needed this one by itself 😍#Thomas Raggi #måneskin #maneskin #she speaks #thomas #thomas & his guitar #🚬#b&w #favs #chest hair

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writersblockiskillingme · 6 months

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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

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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