Omg, this movie was a trainwreck but did I still watch it? Hell yes. Will I watch the sequel? You’re damn skippy lol.
He is masterpiece
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I SPIT OUT MY COFFEE DJSJ
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before I even watched 365 Days I read the description and said out loud, “This sounds like every single wattpad story,” little did I know how right I was. Laura was hot as fuck though and literally only continued to watch because she is so pretty.
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Walking out of the cool water, you sleek your wet hair behind your back and approach the beach chair that had your belongings next to it. Pulling your towel out of your bag, you place it onto the beach chair and lie down. You move to your bag again and grab your sunglasses and book before lying back down on the chair. You peer at the water once more before opening your book and notice a man submerging from the water. The water droplets glistening on his muscular body, carving out his god-like appearance. Your eyes move to his face and you pull your book up to cover your face, “Oh shit.”
Pulling the book closer to your face, you hope to god that he won’t notice you. You flipped one of the pages as a server comes to the side of your chair, “Mi scusi signora.” You turn slightly and see a man holding a serving dish with one drink on it. He smiles, “A complimentary drink for you.” He places it in your hand as you pull your book away, “Oh are you sure? I’m happy to pay.” The server shakes his head and steps back as you see Massimo turn around and look at you. “Y/N,” he says as you slightly roll your eyes. You walk him approach the chair and add, “I can place that voice from anywhere.”
You sigh and stand from the chair, “Massimo, always a pleasure.” He crosses his arms in front of him as you ask, “Beach day for you too, such a funny coincidence.” A small smile reaches the side of his face as he tuts, “Isn’t that strange.” Massimo laughs for a moment and uncrosses his arms, “I was hoping to see you. I wanted to ask if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?”
A smirk grows on your face as you retort, “Really?” Massimo nods, making you blush and turn away to grab your towel and bag. Placing your bag strap around your shoulder, you bring the drink to your mouth and skull it quickly. You sigh and place the glass into his hand, “I’ve got plans tonight sorry but thank you for the drink.” You step around him and walk up the beach as Massimo mutters to himself confused. Before he could understand what happened, you started to feel ill and your eyes were heavy, shutting slowly as you dropped your towel. Your bag falls off your shoulder as you turn slightly, seeing Massimo run to you before everything goes black.
jesus fucking christ. 😩🥵🔥
ArE YoU LosT BaBy GirL ?
So I Made Post About Seeing How Everyone Felt About Me Adding Michele Morrone (Or Massimo Torricelli) To The List Of People I Wanna Right For Bc After Watching 365 I’ve Become Lowkey Highkey Obsessed And Beacause There Aren’t Many Fic Out There Uet I Wanted To Go Ahead And Start Writing Some & So At The Request Of The People It Shall Be Done lol .
So Send Me Some Prompts Or Request You Have That You Would Love To Read And I Shall Get To Working On Them 😊
Massimo x reader/you ficlet, SMUT WARNING. Orgasm denial? Slight Edging. Curse words.
Words: 2,666. Translations done via Google, sorry if they’re incorrect.
Feedback welcomed! Also requests? It’s sort of a bigger plot/universe I have in my mind but so far this is the only thing I’ve written.
Just give me one Massimo in my life pleaseeeee
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“There will come a time when you will have to stop thinking about fun and pleasure,
you will have to take on your responsibilities.” Massimo’s father spoke to his son and he was right, the time will eventually come and it won’t ask if he’s ready or not to take on the family business.
“I understand but until then, can you at least let me enjoy it while it lasts?!”
Just one glance at Massimo and you would think that he had, and still has, everything handed to him on a gold platter but that’s not completely true. It may seem like it by the way he dresses because he only wears the finest suits, drives the fastest cars and travels on a daily basis, but haven’t you heard that looks can fool people?! What was happening inside of Massimo’s head was far more dangerous than what his family was capable of doing to traitors that try to cross them. Deep, deep down there were far too many things missing in his life, there was this void that he was so desperately trying to fill and the only way he knew how were women. One was never enough and Anna was never fully capable of satisfying his needs.
“We are going to Paris, Domenico,” Massimo said to his friend as he looked himself in the mirror, sliding his right hand down his jawline, “Are you kidding me? What’s wrong with staying here?” it wasn’t odd that he didn’t want to stay in one place, that particular place being Sicily but he would rather be surrounded by unfamiliar women then come across Anna.
“You know I can leave without you if you keep being a little cunt.” it wouldn’t be a first time he went by himself only this time Domenico had to be by his side, orders coming straight from Mario, right-hand of Massimo’s father “Fine, fine, I’m going with you,” Domenico added raising his hands up in the air like any true Italian would.
Chez Raspoutine was a nightclub set in the famous clubbing area between the Arc de Triomphe and Avenue Montaigne. At first glance, it looked like any other glitzy spot when in fact it was an upscale Russian bordello and cabaret back in 1970′s. What made quite an impression was the true and original Russian style that Massimo liked to get back to each time he visited. The interior featured exquisite red and gold furnishing, very baroque-style decor accompanied with velvet alcoves that gave a nod to nightclubs racy past.
Both Domenico and Massimo were familiar to the owner as well as the bouncers and so they had the booth ready for their arrival.
For the past half an hour Massimo’s eyes were fixated on one particular woman, a prey if you’d want him to be completely honest, as he had no intention of pleasing her. He was selfish in that way, giving pleasure to others was something that had to be earned, at least in his playbook. Luckily for him, the brunette responded well to his lower lip licking gaze.
Taking his phone out from the front pocket of the inner side of his suit, Massimo lowered his gaze to browse messages that were on it. There were couple unimportant ones and one from Anna saying
-I’m sorry, please, come back. Bed feels empty without you in it and I am so, so wet for you.- which made him place his phone on mute and right back into his pocket ‘Good’ thought and rose energetically from his seat towards the woman.
With her long legs that were exposed just enough to peek one’s imagination, Massimo passed by her heading straight towards the man’s restroom.
Once both were inside, he grabbed her firmly by her neck and for a moment she tried to resist him saying “That’s not how you’re supposed to start foreplay,” which made him pause for a moment as she thought she had power over him to tell him how to act when in fact, she didn’t stand a chance.
“If you’re going to play teacher-student with me, then I have nothing to do in here,” he added and she loosened up, letting him push her against the wall.
Fights with Anna were something that turned into everyday life, just like breakfast, you can rarely go without one. To spite her in his mind, and just because he was feeling generous, he decided he was going to give this woman a little bit of pleasure as well, which wasn’t something he had done but tonight it changed. He widened her legs with his right knee, her dress slowly but surely pulling up bit by bit. She wanted to kiss him and so she tried by leaning in but he stopped her, grabbing her by her neck with his left hand. Sliding index and middle finger of his right hand into her mouth he let her intertwine her tongue between them, making them wet just the right way. Seconds after pulling them out he kissed her briefly before sliding his fingers inside her. She was caught off guard and so she moaned, continuing so with his each thrust.
Grabbing her ponytail with his left hand Massimo tilted her head on a side before telling her “Kneel,” pulling out his dripping wet fingers from her she listened instantly. He ran his thumb across her lower lip making both of her lips part ways as she leaned her head against the wall, allowing him to unzip his fly, The woman waited eagerly for him and he, he was fully erect and aroused by her. With her parted lips he pushed through deep while holding her head with both of his hands, allowing her to choke a bit on him. Slowly backing away, he allowed her to rest for a moment, wiping off the thick saliva that had slid down her lips to her chin. Once she leaned back against the wall, he slid his erection down her throat making her press her lips around it and him thrusting his hips harder into her. She scratched his back as he was maybe a bit too rough with her but he liked when they were helpless, it turned him on even more. Fucked up by the thoughts that were running through his head, thoughts being mostly about Anna, he broke his only rule that he made concerning her. He pulled out his erection from her mouth, quickly making her stand up and turn to face the wall while he slammed hard inside of her from behind, closing his eyes and biting hard onto his lower lip. This was beyond him, his body and mind have just turned on him as he was fucking her hard with each thrust he made. He couldn’t stand it any longer, two hard deep thrusts and he pulled out, coming right on top of her perfectly shaped behind. Opening his eyes he saw what was right in front of him, the mess he had made and his cum was not the one he was thinking of.
The water was running from the shower heads for some time until Massimo decided to step in. Demons in his head were out to get him and nothing, and none was there to save him from himself.
365 Days (2020), dir. Barbara Bialowas
me @ Michele Morrone in 365 days