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till-you-scream-and-cry · 2 years

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His Best Girl

pairing: Damiano x Fem!Reader

summary: you’re tragically addicted to Damiano, who knows that very well and isn’t afraid of using you. (he’s a dickhead here and let’s remember it’s a fiction, people)

word count: 1,5k

warnings: smut, angst, toxic and abusive relationship, being addicted to someone, IT'S SAD

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my new chapter story (coming on July 20th)

You didn’t go in. You knew their songs by heart, all of the. The setlist, their choreography. What they did and when. Based on the crowd’s noises you could judge what exactly were they doing at the moment. Who just got undressed, who spat the water on the crowd, who started riding who’s thigh. You stood there, in the backstage area, close to their black van, waiting for the show to be over.

Your shaky hands were barely handling holding a cigarette still enough to light it. You fought with Damiano in the past, but he never got this angry. And never before a show. Click. A long drag. Slow exhale. A big, blueish cloud of smoke surrounded you for a moment. Yeah, this one was bad. Those were always some little things: he saw you talking to someone else, you forgot to call him, he didn’t like someone you brought to the party. Your friends kept telling you that it was a bad idea. That he was a bad idea. That he won’t give you stability, that he has many others, that he can’t keep his dick in his pants. They kept scaring you that he might start losing his temper, that rockstars are never reliable. Maybe they were right, but…it didn’t matter. The way he looked at you, talked to you, his smile, his fucking smile…The way his eyes were getting darker, every time you undressed. The way he smiled when he saw you waiting backstage. His raspy morning voice, his grunts, his moans, the scent of his sweat, his cum, the rough touch of his hands on your body, the way he acted when he craved you. It was all worth it, and you were ready to risk it all to have at least a taste of that once again. You got addicted to the way he made you feel, and both him and your friends knew about that very well.

This time he got really mad. You forgot about his gig and that he wanted to see you before it. He liked to get rid of the stress and tension before the show with a quick fuck. He needed you. Yet you forgot, went out with a friend and kept ignoring your phone. Something told you to check it and you froze at the sight of seventeen missed calls. You tried to reach him, but he didn’t bother answering. He only sent you a dry message ‘too late’. You quickly got back home and got dressed while sobbing uncontrollably. You fucked up and you knew it. Men like him weren’t eager to give second chances. You put on his favourite dress, boots, and some makeup to hide your tears, and ordered a taxi.

Waiting for him was torture. They were finishing the last song, and your hands got even shakier than before. Loud cheering, screams and laughs. Finally, first Thomas and Victoria, then Ethan came off the stage, and lastly Damiano. You waited for them to change and grab their stuff, it usually took them a few minutes. It felt like hours, long and painful hours. Finally, you saw them. Thomas smiled and waved at you, Vic nodded and Ethan winked. They all got in a car, waiting with the door open. Damiano went outside with his shirt unbuttoned and an open blazer. His glistening skin and wet chest hair almost made you whine in awe. He looked like a fucking painting. He waved his hand, letting the rest of the band know that they don’t need to wait for him. Ethan closed the door and after a moment the van drove off.

Damiano lit his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, looking at you with something that seemed like a mix of hate and anger.

“What are you doing here? Why did you come?” he spat out, staring at you intensely.

“I…I came here to see you and to apologize.” you almost whispered, and stepped a little closer to him, throwing your cigarette on the ground. “I’m sorry, baby, I really am.”

“Right,” he scoffed and shook his head with a derogatory smirk. “You had one job, which was to pick up the fucking phone and come over like I asked you to. You know I never deal well with stress when I’m frustrated. And I forgot the lyrics today, that’s entirely your fault!” he growled.

Your eyes started burning and filling up with hot tears. You let them roll down your cheeks. He was right, you disappointed him. And he was always there, ready to make you feel like his princess. You sniffled and started playing with your rings, avoiding his eyes.

“Hey, amore…” he whispered, his voice suddenly got much softer. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted it up till your eyes met. “I didn’t mean that, you know that you’re my baby, right?” he asked with a smile. You only nodded in response and sniffled again.

“Why don’t we…go back to my place? Hmm? How does that sound?” he cooed into your ear, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist.

“If you still want me…” you mumbled and swallowed hard.

“Of course I do, you’re my best girl.” He purred and slowly kissed your puffy lips, swollen from crying.

When you got to his flat he quickly got rid of his shirt. He grabbed your wrists and kissed each of them. Then he looked at you. It was this look that made you weak every time. Lust, pure desire, need of your body. Something you were more than ready to give to him without any questions. He pulled you closer and kissed you, hard, rough, with so much passion. You moaned against his lips, he made you fall apart again. Your brain had only one need, your hands started wandering over his naked chest, trying to touch as much of him as possible, sliding down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it in a hurry. He just chuckled at your eagerness and didn’t bother with unbuttoning your dress. He just ripped it apart in front, making the small buttons fall on the floor with a quiet, rattling sound. He let you pull his trousers and boxers down and pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you to get on your knees. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and grinned, gently stroking your cheek. You didn’t need more encouragement. You grabbed him, already hard, and started slowly stroking him before taking him deep in your mouth. You knew what he liked, and what you needed to do to make him let out those divine noises, a series of low grunts that made your panties soaking wet. He started moving your head faster, pulling your hair a little, making you choke just enough to make you moan around his cock. Then he pulled away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your mouth with him. You looked up at his flushed face, parted lips, and shiny, dark eyes. It was worth it. He pulled you up and in one swift move, he pushed you on the bed, face down. You wanted to see him, but he had other plans.

“You’re gonna take me like a good toy you are” He spat out and pulled your panties down.

He gave your ass a sharp smack, making you whine a little. He teased your entrance for only a moment before pushing all his length into you. You screamed, it was a big stretch but it felt amazing. You were glad you can be so tight for him, make him feel so good. That was all you needed. He loved you for that, didn’t he? He grabbed your hips firmly and picked up his pace, slamming into you hard and fast, not letting you catch a breath. His pent-up frustration and all this anger he put into action, didn’t allow him to last long. But for you, it was enough. His loud moan and his hot cum filling you up made reach your bliss as well.

He slipped out of you, still panting, and fell on the bed. You laid there for a moment, feeling his cum dripping down your thigh. You looked up at him, laying on the pillows, his hair stuck to his sweaty face, his glorious naked body glistening in the dim light. You managed to crawl up and lay on the pillow next to him. You craved his touch, a hug, a kiss, anything to make you feel safe and cared about again. But he wasn’t there. At least his mind wasn’t present. He turned slightly away from you and started playing with his phone. You saw his grin in the blue light of the screen. Who was he talking to? Why was he acting as if you weren’t there?

“Damia…” your voice was shaky, you knew you don’t want to know the honest answer to that question. You moved a little closer, trying to rest your head on his chest. He moved away. But before he did, you saw an open chat. Yeah, you knew her. You felt the tears forming in your eyes.

“Damia, why are you like this, what is wrong? Do you…do you even love me?” you asked finally, with a racing heart.

He looked at you with a frown, as if he was surprised at your question. His face softened, and he smiled gently.

“No. I definitely don’t love you today.”

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oro-e-diamanti · 2 years

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Music and people won't drown you out - not when it's up to Damiano and Victoria anyway.

Content: Smut

Word Count: 4.4k

Lesson Eleven: Let them hear.

No one should have been surprised that the band was throwing a goodbye party, least of all you. It wasn't even a long goodbye. They were set to leave for a promo tour taking them across Europe for the next three weeks, allowing you (or rather, pestering you until you agreed) to tag along, before coming back to the house to finish the album. Apparently, though, three weeks was more than enough reason to go crazy one more time.

The house was filled with people, people you were slowly starting to recognise, some of them greeting you enthusiastically as you made your way through the crowd, drink in hand, looking for a place to sit. You had a distinct sensation of hearing someone call your name, but the place was much too loud with music blasting from what felt like just about every corner. You didn't even try to locate the voice. They could come to find you if it was that important. Moving past some people sitting on the ground who reacted to your arrival with a wave and a cheer, you walked over to the couches, hoping to find some sort of seating.

It came in the form of Ethan's lap.

You had barely registered that it was him lounging on the armchair when his fingers closed around your wrist, pulling you in to place you on top of his thighs. You didn't resist, simply trying your best not to spill your drink as the sudden movement quite literally swept you off your feet. Your back hit his hard chest, clad in only a tank top, as his arms wrapped around your middle naturally. He stole the drink out of your hand before you could protest, taking a large gulp before handing it back to you. You couldn't hide the way you were staring at his throat, the movement of his adam's apple, as he did so. He sent you a knowing wink.

The conversation around him carried on as before, easily pulling you in. You revelled in the feeling of belonging. Sure, you hadn't known any of those people for long, having met most of them a mere handful of times at best, but for once your brain wasn't that letting be an obstacle. They didn't seem to mind your presence or contributions. So why should you? In fact, you were so caught up in discussing who was worth checking out at a festival the band was set to play in under two weeks, you barely noticed Ethan's hand wandering.

He was subtle about it, too. It started with a comforting touch to your back as you settled in his lap, just making sure you were sitting comfortably. You didn't think anything of it as it wandered a little lower, past your back, only just grazing the curve of your bum. It didn't unnerve you just yet. In fact, you had almost forgotten about it as it traced along your hip, entirely too invested in agreeing that everyone had to go see Arctic Monkeys live if they ever had the chance, until Ethan didn't allow you to ignore him anymore. Under the guise of getting comfortable, changing his position under you slightly, his fingers slipped over your thigh, daring close to moving between your legs fully. You slapped at his hands before he had the chance to go further.

You froze as soon as you realised what you had done. Quickly turning towards him, you found him smirking still, but his eyebrows were raised in something between amusement and a challenging look. He leaned forward until he was close enough to whisper in your ear, arms wrapping around you to keep you in place.

"Not just a good girl anymore, are you?"

You were convinced he had to notice the shiver running down your spine as it shook through you. Although you weren't quite sure where the rush of confidence came from, you grabbed his face, placing a single kiss on his lips, quickly enough to surprise him and catch him off guard.

"I can be whatever you want," you whispered back. The glimmer in his eyes told the rest. You held the eye contact for a moment longer, only interrupted when one of the friends you had previously been talking to - Matt? Mike? something like that? - interrupted shamelessly.

"Yo, Torchio, you got yourself a girlfriend, or what is happening here?"

The shyness and insecurity were back in an instant, leaving you to bury your head in his chest to avoid looking at the others. You had forgotten they were even there, potentially watching your every move, as you had been so distracted by whatever you and Ethan were doing. You weren't keen on the attention. Ethan chuckled, you could feel it where you had laid your head.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

It was playful but told his friend in no uncertain terms to back off. You appreciated the gesture.

***

Had it been any other time of your life, the advances of the man in front of you wouldn't have been unwelcome. You couldn't remember his name, but he was Italian and gorgeous and staring at you in a way that made it abundantly clear what he was thinking about when he leaned on his hand next to you on the kitchen wall. It made you feel desirable and sexy - but unfortunately, also slightly uncomfortable. You hadn't exactly talked to the other guys about boundaries in whatever you were doing. In fact, you had no idea if they had any other... things happening on the side. To be fair, you weren't interested either way. The four of them were enough to handle on their own. You didn't need any additional distractions.

You were about to tell the guy off, letting him know that you weren't interested when someone beat you to it.

"Damiano! Someone's trying to steal our little toy!"

Victoria's voice bellowed through the space, easily defeating the music playing in the adjacent living room. The man immediately moved away from you, more in confusion than as a direct reaction to her words. Damiano came stumbling into the room a mere second later. Victoria, however, was already stalking toward you. In a few strides, she had reached you, not exhibiting any hesitation as she grabbed your face to pull you towards you, kissing you with a fierce possessiveness that left your knees weak. Your hands grabbed onto her hips, immediately getting her closer to you with no regard to your surroundings as she pushed her tongue into your waiting mouth, challenging you to a game you couldn't win.

You felt yourself getting lost in it, the way she suddenly pushed you harder into the wall, one hand wandering to the back of your neck, dominantly holding you in place, but it was cut short. A different hand, larger and stronger, grabbed at your hair, pulling you back and away from Victoria so you almost banged your head into the wall behind you, only to have Damiano claim your mouth with his. He wouldn't let himself be outdone, harsh fingers in your hair, tongue pushing against yours, his kiss slightly more sloppy than Vic's, almost drowning in the need for each other.

By the time they let you come up for air, hands still all over your body, and you opened your eyes, the other man had vanished. You couldn't blame him, after this display. But the two of them weren't done with you yet.

"Now, what do you say we teach our gorgeous toy a lesson about who she belongs to, hm, Damiano?"

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them. Their hands were still on you, in your hair, at the back of your neck, on your hips, on your lower back, but they weren't giving you any more attention. Instead, they were solely looking at each other, knowing smirks on their faces that both unnerved and excited you. This whole talk about you being their toy was new, something you hadn't discussed yet, but oh if it didn't set off a rush of arousal when it happened. Whatever they had planned, you were willing to go along with it.

"Seems like the only option, really. They all need to know, too," he grinned, finally turning back towards you. "And you only have one task: Let them hear."

***

It felt like everyone knew exactly what Victoria and Damiano were planning to do to you as they led you up the stairs. You didn't actually know if that was the case. Your eyes were trained solely on Vic as she ascended the steps in front of you, while Damiano kept close behind. But if anyone was looking at the three of you then and there, the way the two of them were sporting pure shit-eating grins in anticipation of what they were going to do, and you, almost shaking from excitement and arousal, it must have been perfectly clear.

Victoria chose her room. It was easily the biggest out of the ones available and you were sure she had fought tooth and nail to get it. The king-size bed was going to be needed, you assumed. As soon as the door closed behind Damiano, they had you pulled between them in a tight sandwich. Vic went for your mouth immediately, claiming it with vigour and passion, hands clawing at your hips, your thighs, your breasts, moving too fast for you to keep up. Damiano was much slower, much more deliberate, as he pressed soft kisses against the back of your neck. The difference in pace was making your head spin.

Damiano's hands were tugging at the hem of your shirt, quickly swatting Vic's fingers away as she tried to speed up the process. He was patient, much more patient than any of you should have been in this situation, you thought. He pulled the fabric up inch by inch, softly tracing your belly as he did so, while Vic flung her arms around your naked waist as soon as it was revealed, pulling you close to her until your bodies collided even more. You were dying to feel her, skin to skin, but any effort of you making a move was foiled by a slap to your hands or a tight hold of your wrist.

The kiss was briefly broken when Damiano tugged the shirt over your head. You were already going back for more when he spun you around, almost making you lose your balance, and put his own mouth on yours. Now it was Victoria who found herself having better access to your body and clothes. Luckily for you, she didn't take half as long undressing you. Your skirt dropped to the floor in no time, followed by your panties. She unbuckled your bra with ease, but you were pressed too tightly to Damiano, who was holding onto your head and kissing you deeply, for it to fall. Her hands snuck around your body, feeling along the fabric of your bra, until they were between you and Damiano, taking her time to draw you in just enough to give her space. She was peeling the cups off you, fingers confidently exploring your naked breasts, letting you feel her everywhere at once, but purposefully missing your nipples. When you whined into Damiano's mouth, they both abruptly moved away from you.

You felt cold and desperate in an instant, craving their bodies back on yours, craving their hands, their mouths, their tongues, whatever they were willing to give you. But you instinctively knew that it wasn't your place to make demands now. Instead, you watched as the two of them looked at each other, smirks flashing across their faces in what seemed to be a nonverbal communication you had not mastered yet.

"On the bed, now."

You didn't even think about disobeying Vic's order, not in the tone she was currently using on you. She had called you their little toy and you were willing to be just that.

You crawled on top of the covers of her bed, unsure if you wanted to be modest about being naked or shamelessly offer yourself, but all overthinking was quickly evaporating as Vic undressed in front of you. Damiano was lazily leaning against the wall, watching you, your reactions to Vic, still fully clothed and ready to enjoy the show. Victoria was just as impatient with her own clothing as she had been with yours. You barely had time to enjoy the way more of her skin was beginning to show as she ripped off her top, no bra underneath, as usual, then her shorts, her underwear, her sandals long kicked some place or other in the room.

"I think you've been treated a whole lot by us lately," she explained as she walked towards you. She was radiant in her nakedness, confident in her body and so aware of every single inch of it. You admired her in so much more than a purely sexual context. There was simply a glow about her that would always pull you in, whatever she was or wasn't wearing. She climbed onto the bed, almost making a move to straddle you as you instinctively leaned onto your back, but not quite.

"It's time you give back, baby."

Before you could ask what exactly she meant, she had gotten off her knees, lazily rolling onto her back, legs spread invitingly with an enticing smirk on her face. Her hand wandered down her own body until she reached her pussy, teasingly parting her folds to show you just how turned on she was already.

"Come on, give mommy your fingers and mouth."

You moaned at her words, almost surprised at your own reaction, but now wasn't the time to get into it. Carefully shuffling closer, you let your hands move up her calves and her thighs, still staying in safe territories. You'd never touched anyone's pussy but your own, and having Vic lying in front of you, spread out and waiting, had your nerves running on high alert. You so desperately wanted to do well.

Damiano moved behind you almost unnoticed, a hand on your back calming you immediately.

"Do you need another lesson? A little guidance, hm?"

You nodded, eyes still resting solely between Victoria's legs, too intimidated to look at her face just yet.

"You'll be fine," he whispered, a kiss behind your ear. It calmed you. "Just think about how you like to finger yourself and try it out on her. We all know Victoria isn't exactly quiet, you'll figure out what she likes easily."

In any other position, you were sure Vic would have thrown a comment at Damiano for his statement, but your fingers touched her for the first time, careful strokes along her folds before moving between them, and she shut up more quickly than you had ever experienced. It seemed familiar and strange all at once, but you would be a filthy liar if you said you didn't enjoy it. The wetness beneath your fingertips, the warmth drawing you in, she was gorgeous and you wanted all of it.

You took your time exploring, watching her react to your every move, over her clit, all along her wetness, circling her hole before daring to push a finger in. She was incredibly receptive, moaning, eyes closing and hips grinding down to get more friction.

Damiano's hand had wandered to the back of your head. While it seemed reassuring only a minute ago, there was now a certain pressure against it. You knew what he was hinting at. Shuffling to adjust your position, you leaned down, almost laying on your stomach as you crawled between her legs.

"You can start by kissing her thighs, take your time," Damiano suggested, but Victoria sounded impatient, immediately grabbing your head to drag you towards her pussy instead. "Or dive straight in, give her a lick. You'll love it."

He wasn't wrong.

Her smell was intoxicating and her taste was a treasure on your tongue. You had been wondering whether eating out a girl would be pleasurable for you, if you would be into it, if you would do it solely for the reaction or for your own desire as well. But by the way you felt yourself getting wetter, the questions had been answered at once.

You dragged your tongue over her, enjoying the warmth around it, missing her clit entirely as you circled back down.

"You tease way-" Vic's sentence was interrupted by a moan. "Way too much for someone who's never done this before."

You accepted the compliment with pride, although she didn't allow you to answer with words as her hands in your hair kept you pressed between her thighs. You had to remember to breathe as you kissed her, deeply and intimately, wetness spreading over your lower face.

"If you want to tease her some more, you can circle her entrance a bit," Damiano chuckled behind you. His hand was running up and down your back. But what was giving you a feeling of safety quickly turned into something more, as each stroke ended lower and lower, almost carelessly brushing over your bum.

Still, you did as you were told, tongue running along her hole, not giving in, no matter how hard she seemed to claw at your head. She was getting restless under you, legs moving with no rhyme or rhythm, heavy breathing rattling her chest, hips desperately moving against you.

You moved back up, finally letting your tongue drag over her clit. It was acknowledged with a loud moan that had you gasping against her. A kiss, maybe two, against her bundle of nerves, before going back to teasing it with your tongue.

"Move your tongue sideways across her clit," Damiano instructed as his fingers danced over the back of your thighs, dangerously close to your own wetness, but you were too focused to go after any sort of pleasure of your own. "She'll come apart in no time."

Taking on his advice, you started flicking her clit with the tip of your tongue. The effect was immediate. Vic was writhing, moaning, and gasping, babbling words of encouragement at the same time as desperate pleas left her mouth. You almost forgot to breathe, too preoccupied with making her feel good. You wanted, needed her to come on your tongue. Her thighs squeezed around you, legs caging you in, hands pressing harder as if you could get any closer. You let her dictate your movements, let her lift her hips against you in an attempt to find that sweet release.

It came more easily than expected.

With a gorgeous moan and a shake that seemed to travel through her whole body, she fell apart, giving into her orgasm with all her being, when you suddenly felt a touch between your own legs. A finger against your clit had you increasing the intensity impossibly, until Victoria came down, pushing your head away from her pussy, and the sensation between your thighs left at the same time. Both of you were left gasping for air.

"Fuck," Vic gasped. "You do that so well."

You almost giggled, but Damiano decided now wasn't the time for it, as he interjected quickly.

"You know what else she does well? Take my cock."

Victoria snorted. "Yeah, I do know, you let all of us see last time."

You burned up with shame, in the best way.

"Why don't you give it to her again then," she commented. "And make her scream. Remember, we want everyone at this party to hear who does her best."

Damiano gave a slap to your butt, making you gasp immediately at the unexpected sensation. He lifted your hips up, moving you to your knees. Victoria shuffled down, underneath you, so you could rest your face against her tits and chest. It was comforting and warm and a stark contrast to the harsh slap that landed on your other butt cheek.

"So pretty and red," Damiano murmured, but you didn't get any more as his hands now turned back to soft, feeling over your thighs, letting his fingers dip between them once again. This time you got more than you bargained for, a finger entering you with next to no warning, but it had you moaning and moving back against him in an instant, and he didn't take long to let another join. The stretch was overpowering you for a moment, too much too soon, but Victoria started petting your head gently and whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear. It seemed to take no time whatsoever to adjust to the intrusion.

"Ready?" She asked you as Damiano carefully removed his fingers. You nodded against her skin, before remembering the rule.

"Ready, please," you pleaded, wriggling your butt as if to present yourself to him, feeling impossibly wet and aroused and in need of more. He didn't leave you waiting long.

You had barely even noticed when Damiano had gotten naked, but then he was pressed to you, kicking your legs apart to make room for him, cock slowly entering you, and you didn't find it in you to care anymore. He was stretching you out even more now, but it was combined with the feeling of Victoria's hand sneaking around to touch your clit and you couldn't help but whine pathetically.

He started out slowly, hand gripping your hips as he thrust into you carefully but deeply, almost sending you tumbling forward and further into Vic with the force that seemed to be increasing with every passing moment. You could feel yourself getting wetter, the sounds of it mixing with his skin hitting yours, moans and groans overlaying it all. Vic's hand was moving expertly on your clit and you knew you'd get there rather quickly if they kept this up.

As if they heard your thoughts, they both stopped. No finger on your clit, Damiano pulling out, leaving you horribly untouched where you needed it most.

"What-"

You didn't quite know what you were asking between harsh breaths, but they understood, still.

"We told you we'd let them hear. So you're not coming until you scream loud enough to drown out the music."

Fuck. Your hands clawed at Vic's side, who simply giggled and pulled you further up to give you a kiss. Soft and sweet and not at all what you needed. You were halfway to calming down, heartbeat decreasing, when Damiano grabbed you again, slamming into you forcefully. You moaned, moving against him, immediately feeling the sensation in your lower stomach build up again. His hands moved from your hips to your tits, cradling them roughly, almost pulling you upwards to fit better into his hands. You could feel Vic's hand sneaking between your bodies once again, but this time she wasn't having the mercy to touch your clit directly. Instead, she was teasing you endlessly, barely touching its sides before moving away again, drawing circles that seemed to get closer and closer before a hint of a touch, then nothing.

Damiano let go of you again, pulling out completely.

You were a mess. A sweaty, gasping, needy mess.

"Please, please, I need..."

"Aww, it's okay baby," Vic cooed as she stroked your hair again. "You will. As soon as we have you screaming. You think you can do that for us?"

You were mumbling words of agreement, fragments of yes, yes, yes, fuck, please, green, green!, I'll do whatever which earned you a chuckle from both of them. You didn't care. You didn't mind looking and sounding pathetic. You had been so close to coming twice and it was the only thing left in your brain - the utter and all-encompassing need to let go.

"Prove it then," Damiano demanded and you almost cried out as he took hold of you again, thrusting into you with vigour. He was groaning heavily behind you, putting his whole body into fucking you and it had you close to unravelling. Having gotten almost to the point of no return twice, you found yourself getting there even faster the third time around. You had no control over the noises you were making anymore. With Damiano pounding into you, with his fingers dipping bruises into your hips, with Victoria finally touching your clit again, you were in a trance of feeling everything at once.

You came hard, shouting obscenities and interjections that didn't make much sense to you, but you felt like your brain had stopped in the middle of it all and you weren't about to care. The feeling was an explosion inside of you, the built-up desperation finally finding its release and spreading through every inch of your with the burn of a thousand fires, leaving your limbs shaking and your head dropping heavily onto Vic's shoulder. It felt like it took forever, cursing through your veins, as Damiano also reached his climax behind you, coming with a curse on his lips.

You collapsed onto Victoria completely as soon as Damiano pulled out of you. She didn't complain, simply wrapping her arms around you to hold you tightly, giving you the feeling of security that let you come back to earth. Damiano seemed to be causing chaos somewhere in the room. When he came back to the bed, he touched you carefully and softly as if to make sure you wouldn't fall apart. A wet towel was dragged between your thighs, cleaning you up, taking care not to hurt you in any way. He only left again briefly to get rid of the towel, before climbing in next to you and Vic, dragging you off her so you could lie in between. Both of them had their arms around you immediately, holding you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and peppering little kisses along your face and shoulders.

"How did I do?" You asked, much more shy than you should have been after what had just transpired.

"Perfect, cucciola," Damiano said, turning your head towards him so he could press a kiss to your lips. "I'm pretty sure all of Rome heard you."

You found yourself blushing in shame, but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, you felt utterly content with the situation as you cuddled further into the two of them. You could have stayed like this for the rest of the night, a warm sweaty mess with two of your favourite people, completely satisfied, but the loud thumping of the music from downstairs reminded you that there was very much still a party going on.

"You know what comes next though, right?" Vic smirked as you turned to look at her. "We're gonna have to go back down." She paused for a moment, a soft hand stroking your cheek, but the way she was still grinning at you told you it wasn't all cute. "I can't wait to see your face when you come down the stairs to everyone staring at you, knowing just how well you got fucked. I think it'll my favourite way of seeing you."

You were willing to find out.

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wonderlandishell · 1 year

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Never seen a girl so cruel

Damiano David/Victoria De Angelis/Thomas Raggi/Ethan Torchio, Damiano David/Victoria De Angelis

Gangbang / Kink Negotiation / Barebacking / Overstimulation / Verbal Humiliation / Impact Play / Aftercare / Friends With Benefits

“C’mon, don’t cry on me now. Nobody wants to gangbang a crying girl,” he murmurs. Vic chuckles wetly. “You’d be surprised.” He shares the laugh but then unwraps her from the embrace so he can look her in the eyes. “Yeah, but this isn’t porn. This is a reasonable gangbang where everyone is friends and respectful of each other and knows this is just performative. No judgement whatsoever.”

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#maneskin fiction #maneskin fanfiction #victoria de angelis #damiano david #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #maneskin #maneskin fic

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maneskinhouse · 1 year

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“C’mon, don’t cry on me now. Nobody wants to gangbang a crying girl,” he murmurs.

Vic chuckles wetly. “You’d be surprised.”

He shares the laugh but then unwraps her from the embrace so he can look her in the eyes. “Yeah, but this isn’t p0rn. This is a reasonable gangbang where everyone is friends and respectful of each other and knows this is just performative. No judgement whatsoever.”

Read the series by on AO3 (Explicit: only suitable for adults)

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ykaaaras · 1 year

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The Preacher Masterlist

Pairing: DAMIANO DAVID x 2 fictional females insert

Story summary: Damiano exorcises a demon from Medusa, helps her to recover, and chooses to protect her from what she sees. However, he can’t protect her from one thing…

Story content and warnings: angst, priest Damiano David, dom Damiano David, original characters, hurt/comfort, supernatural, mystery, mention of religion, fluff, daddy kink, smut, mention of suicide, murder, death and possession, demon character, polyamory relationship

Word count: 15.2k (so far)

A/N: This story doesn’t intend to disrespect any beliefs or to preach, it’s all pure fiction for you to enjoy. Be nice.

Chapters:

Chapter 1 // Back To The End

Chapter 2 // Bury With Smile

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mercifuil · 2 years

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It's been a fun vacation in Italy so far for Pol. But it hasn't all been easy. Read the full story here: Wattpad | AO3 | Italian Version

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icarodamiano · 2 years

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i love when i get a notification that someone w/o a maneskin url has reblogged a photo of lego &/or bidet bc, do you even know that is my blorbo's cat

#she speaks #my posts #damiano isnt a fictional character but he is my father and my mother #lego e bidet #damiano david #damiano

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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l'azienda di famiglia (e le donnole dell'isola) ! daniel r. and f1 drivers x ofcs - mini wedding series part 3.

"the family business (and the weasels of the island)"

summary: nobody seemed to warn lester and danny that good things come with the most difficult journey. OR it's wednesday, and all the couple wanted was for the grid to stay away from the italian's sisters. (1)(2)

characters involved: lando norris, george russell, pierre gasly, carlos sainz, alex albon. fictional including the alessandro siblings, trish alonso (see masterlist) and the hearth sisters (and their kids!)

content warning: written part (HELLA LONG). hurt/comfort and a hint of crack fic! mentions of possible infertility, conceiving/pregnancy, mental health, therapy. thirsty!grid singles, lando norris x alessandro!ofc, george russell x alessandro!ofc. minor scenario with cigarette, use of explicit language and google translated italian.

note: got my etsy danny ric shirt. felt good. was writing a feel good part of this series but then decided last minute "hey let's add some sadness into this" and voila. bon appetit xx

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“Good morning, lads and ladies,” Daniel Ricciardo was the sunshine of the remote island— no matter how exposed the land and the beach were to the sun. The Australian driver could show up in the most depressing place and still manage to paint it yellow.

But that didn’t apply to all that Wednesday morning.

The usual suspects — Pierre, Carlos, Lando, George, and surprisingly Lance too — were still hungover from last night. Apparently, from what Daniel had witnessed last night at the bar stand, Valtteri makes a mean cocktail. The first one to believe him was Lando, who definitely asked for more because “he was parched.” Then the usual suspects continued to drink as they begged Bottas to make more. So the grumpiness from the five this morning was just a result of Valtteri’s talent in mixology.

Lando just grunted quietly as he ate his breakfast. He was cranky, but it was only because Lewis had a vegan option while he and the other lads weren’t allowed to eat much carbs. Lando could really use some nougats.

“So, not good morning then,” Daniel chuckled before he walked up to the kitchen, looking for the morning shift chef. It didn’t take much longer for Lester to enter the dining hall with the wedding coordinator, Garcia. They were talking amongst themselves before catching the sight of her friends.

Lester paused from walking before waving, “Morning!”

Everyone waved back at her, except for the five who only nodded. Lester frowned, “…Okay.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Aimee Hearth, the youngest sister of the Hearth family and Charles’ girlfriend, waved off as she joked, “they had a Taco Tuesday night.”

Sylvie then looked at Lester and made a drinking gesture, leaving Garcia and Lester to hum in realization.

“Okay,” Lester giggled, “I’ll tell the chef to have some juice for you, I suppose.” Then she and the coordinator continued to walk towards the kitchen.

Lando slumped against his chair and sighed, “She’s so weird.”

“Weird how?” Sylvie asked, now looking at her best friend with a scowl.

“This week made her weirder than she usually is,” Lando whined, “she’s all smiley and giggly— it’s creepy. That’s a Danny Ric thing to do, not a Lester Allie thing.”

Lester’s friends sat to Lando’s left and laughed at the remark. Damiano David leaned forward to look at the British man. “Lando, it’s her wedding week, dumbass.”

“I think I’d rather have her shitting on my life instead of giving everyone a happy smile,” Lando shifted in his seat.

“And she didn’t want to get her sisters’ photos sent to your grid group chat, but we can’t always get what we want,” Thomas sassed. His Italian accent seemed to be a little too loud, he thought, because at the last word almost half the grid stared at his direction. He saw the watching eyes and shrugged, “Hey man, Lorelei speaks. There’s no way anyone could hear a screaming guy down the hall and not ask a question about it—“

“Okay, okay!” Lando protested with a roll of his eyes, “Damn, there’s no need to expose me.”

“What do you mean, expose you?” Max and Lewis snorted. “Everyone by the lounge room could hear you. You sound like a dying hyena, bruv.”

The chef came out of the kitchen with jugs of juice— mango and orange, leaving the door open as the couple and the coordinator discussed the agenda for today. The chef came pouring some juice for the guests while the men listened in to the conversation.

“Mrs. Wolff and her family will be arriving later today with Mrs. Hamilton and the baby. We’ve had their rooms set up— and I can assume Sir Hamilton has already set up the crib for the baby?”

“He should be.”

“Right, sounds neat. Now what are we looking at… let’s see…”

“Dinner, perhaps?”

“The caterers will be serving lunch at 12:30, just half an hour after your families arrive. They’ll serve dinner for the guests at the dining hall while the evening chefs will serve dinner for the family dinner at the villa.”

“Great,” Daniel said, the eavesdropping lads hearing the smile from his voice alone, “that sounds like a plan.”

“If you don’t mind me asking: there will still be portions made for the kids’ right?” Lester asked. She was so polite, never demanding— perhaps that’s what Daniel didn’t like so much. He wanted her to demand for more. But that’s maybe why he also loved her so much.

“Yes! Of course, it will be for six, yes?” Garcia asked. A hum of agreement came from the kitchen.

“Psst, Lando, psssst~” Max tried calling the Brit, but he wasn’t having it.

George and Alex glared at Max and told him to shush. Max looked at his girlfriend and Lewis with his jaw dropped, as if he was asking, “Can you believe this shit?”

“It should be, unless you count Lori’s brother- ow, never mind,” Daniel groaned, “I forgot I’m not entitled to make such jokes yet.”

“Would you like anything else from the kitchen?” The chef asked kindly, making Lando look at her with a smile.

“Some fruits, perhaps?” Lando suggested, feeling slightly irked that he couldn’t listen in to the conversation in the kitchen.

“That should be confirmed as of your arrival two days ago,” Garcia said, “and if you would like, we can always set up a table for the littles so you can have some time. It should be safe for them to go around the villa. And we can also get them some colouring pages and crayons to keep them occupied during the dinner.”

“Of course,” the chef nodded, “just going to chop ‘em up for you.” She then walked off, allowing Lando to continue with his eavesdropping.

“That sounds good!” Lester eagerly said, “I should have thought of that before.”

“I came prepared, Lester, so don’t worry,” Garcia chuckled. “You’ll have more kids at the reception so we’ve made a little table arrangement for them.”

“Maybe this is a time for her sisters to take a break,” Daniel laughed. “God knows what two children could do to each of them.”

“Yeah, hearing that they’re single parents made me admire them even more— and I’ve not seen them before!”

Hearing the conversation, Lando whipped his head towards the direction of the other drivers. His eyes twinkled in excitement and the grid singles seemed to share the same sentiment.

Valtteri had only shaken his head, wondering what he was just roped into. Lewis caught a glimpse of his reaction, reaching out to pat him at the back.

Man, were they ever ready to meet the Alessandros.

The arrival of the Ricciardos was exciting, the grid singles said, but the Alessandros were a different story.

The singles had decided to do a roll call and relaxed at the beach. The rest (being Sebastian, Fernando and his family, Lewis, Charles and Max with their partners) remained in the palace, some opting for the central air conditioning while the Alonsos hung out at the pool by the west entrance.

The boys already greeted the family before going back to whatever they were doing. The port was near the palace itself, making it easier for anyone to get to their temporary shelter fast. The beach was also near the port, which gave the boys some access to see who arrived and who had left.

Then came the Alessandros.

“Mio caro! Come on, ‘urry!” Pierre’s head was the first to snap in the direction of Lester’s yelling voice, then it was followed by the rest. “They’re here!”

“I’m coming— that doesn’t sound so right,” Daniel replied back.

The boys could see the couple standing in the docks as the guests arrived through a boat. The littles had arrived first, jumping up on the arms of Danny and Lester.

“Oh man, Franco— you and Andrea are heavy!” Daniel hoisted the boys up. “Geez, Lina— what do you feed them?”

“Men who like to be unkind to women.”

The boys were close enough to be able to hear the arriving people. So their conversations were loud enough for the boys to eavesdrop.

“My kinda breakfast.” Anyone with two eyes could say that she was… hot. Pierre Gasly had seen her face once or twice in magazines but not once did he care enough to get to know her. He didn’t think that he’d see her in person though, radiating the same energy that she had on those pictures.

Pierre looked back at the boys, volleyball in hand as he nodded in the direction of the docks. “Jacquelina,” his French accent said loud enough for the men, “she’s the eldest, oui?”

“Yeah,” Lando confirmed.

“Dio abbia pietá,” God, have mercy. Pierre muttered beneath his breath before turning back.

“Same here,” Lester said as she juggled the toddler and the infant in her arms. “Theo and Maris have grown a lot this past year! Don’t tell me you’re feeding them the same thing as Lina, sis?”

“No,” another woman stepped out of the boat, trying to balance her way down as she laughed heartily. “They like racists for dinner.”

“Still hilarious as ever, Nora,” Danny laughed aloud, hugging the brunette as a greeting. The woman kissed him on the cheek before moving on to Lester.

Kara Eleanora Alessandro. That was the 30 year old sister of Lester, then. She was the businesswoman who runs a boutique in Tuscany and Milan.

Pierre was stupid for that. Why didn’t he go out to shop more often?

“Ever the genius, Dan,” Nora chuckled, kissing her sister on the forehead. “I hope the groom’s treating you nicely, tesoro?”

“A malapena,” barely. Lester laughed softly, making Daniel turn towards his fiancée with a huge scowl on his face.

“The accusations, bellezza,” Daniel scoffed, “on our wedding week.”

“Yeah, keep that up then there will be no more weddings happening,” Nora said, reaching for her children as she carried them. “Is there any place the bambinos could freshen up in? Theo and the boys were rather excited about swimming when we said beach. They can’t swim on the beach just yet because we just arrived – they need to nap.”

“Ah yes! West and east entrance,” Lester told her sister, “Garcia will show you your rooms, then you can have lunch if you’d like.”

A tall figure exited the boat, making his way down to the dock as he exclaimed, “Danny!”

“Mateo! How’s it been?” Daniel slapped the boy’s back and greeted. “How’s college?”

“Shit,” Mateo Alessandro stood there with his 6 '1 being. He was dressed on a blue short sleeved linen shirt and khaki shorts, his bucket hat eccentric.

“Oi, stop swearing,” Lester scolded her little brother before giving him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I didn’t raise you like that, bambino.”

“You’re only four years older than me,” Mateo rolled his eyes.

“MATEO! YOU UTTER PIECE OF SHIT!” A scream escaped a girl’s mouth as she exited the boat, stomping down as if the boat wasn’t shaking.

“NICOLA! Don’t be foolish! Stop shaking the boat,” Lester hissed, the younger girl not caring as she smacked Mateo in the arm.

The slap was so hard that even the drivers from afar grimaced. Crikey.

“Alright, cut it out,” Daniel told the girl before Mateo could even retaliate. “Use your words, kids.”

“Look at what this testa de cazzo did to my face,” dickhead. The girl whined as she turned her head to the side, suddenly catching a glimpse of the drivers who then looked away after being caught by her.

Daniel and Lester leaned over and saw what she was pointing at.

A penis was drawn on the side of her head. Right on her temple, in fact.

Lester glared at Mateo, who couldn’t contain his laughter any longer as he cackled hysterically.

Of course, Daniel took this as a chance to joke.

“If anything, you’re the dickhead,” Mateo wailed at the joke that Daniel made, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t encourage the boy,” Lester nudged her fiancé harshly before turning to her sister, “Do you think you can take it off easily?”

“I sure hope so,” Nicola Alessandro was everyone’s favourite, being the youngest and all that. Truthfully, Mateo and Nicola were the favourites of the Alessandro family. They could get away with anything and get something with a snap of a finger if they asked for it. So their foolishness was just a natural thing to happen.

If you put them in the same place, you’ll have nothing but chaos.

“It’s washable,” Mateo finally stood up from laughing too much, wiping down the drawing. “See?”

“You need to stop doing shit that’ll get you in trouble, Mateo,” Daniel paused, “Actually, don’t do the shit that’ll get me in trouble. They already think that I’m influencing you.”

“So we can’t talk about the po—“

“No! We didn’t even do that,” Daniel protested, “stop being a shithead. I love you, man, but you need to stop concocting something heinous at this early time of the week. I’ve got to marry your sister.”

“Ma should have adopted him out and stuck to being a girl mother,” Nicola shook her head before walking towards the direction of the palace.

“Oi! You’re a bitch, you know that.”

“Stop throwing that word around, Mateo! The kids can hear you!” Lester huffed as she and Daniel watched Mateo walk away.

The couple then turned towards the direction of the grid singles, Daniel crossing his arms and Lester resting her hand on her hips. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the staring drivers, obviously acting like deers caught in the headlights as she pointed at them.

“Don’t try it, boys,” she warned them.

Daniel also said, “We mean it.”

They both walked off, heading to the palace as well.

The drivers only looked at each other, silence filling the air. Bottas then guffawed and was followed by the rest of the group. They had a hard time keeping a straight face as they were being told off by the couple. Those two were the most cheerful couple to have existed in the paddock, so to see them look serious? Yeah no.

They all had to laugh.

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An hour hadn’t even passed since the Ricciardos and the Alessandros arrived at the island, and if you were to ask any of the drivers they were starting to feel bored by the lack of activities done. Most of them had gone off to somewhere inside the palace after Lance told them about the entertainment den at the basement level.

Everyone left the beach but George Russell. He decided that he should stay and spend some time listening to the calming waves of the low-tide water, under the umbrella with his shirt undone and his chest and abdomen exposed to the world.

This was the life he wanted to live after the 2023 season. He hadn’t really wanted to party for two days straight, but most people were his friends and they’ve never taken the energy out of him. So really, he’s winning either way.

His eyes were closed the entire time, his ears listening closely to the sound of the waves. But he drew his attention to the rustling of the sands as he shot up and turned to his right, looking towards the direction of the footsteps.

“Buongiorno,” he was so happy his sunglasses were on because his eyes trailed down the legs of the petite woman before looking back at her. “How are you?”

Shit, George thought as he gulped, she’s actually talking to me.

“I’m great!” It wasn’t as if he had a choice— he had to talk to her instead of fearing that he’ll be screwing it up one way or another. “How are you? Liking the island so far?”

“Ah yes,” she nodded before peering down the empty spot next to him, “may I sit?”

“Yes, yes, do,” George nodded eagerly as she smiled gleefully and sat on the empty outdoor chaise lounge, sighing in joy. Forget about her wearing a black beach dress that barely covered her red bikini, her smile was heavenly.

“Thanks,” her Italian accent was the same as Lester’s, George noticed, and her fluency was much better, “I haven’t had a time to sit down for a moment until the little ones settled.”

“I’ve got a niece and a nephew,” he chuckled, “my sibling struggles a lot too.”

“It’s good that they’re out for a nap,” she said, “because I get to see the beach peacefully before they start causing havoc later.”

“It must be something you’ve missed,” George laughed. “Having a peaceful time on the beach.”

“Yes,” she nodded in agreement, “having two under six is not exactly suitable for struggling mothers.”

“Sorry to hear that,” George spoke softly. He really did feel bad for her.

“Meh, that man is a coward,” she stated with a shrug, “he left because he can’t handle a woman who’s doing a much better job in business and in parenting— sorry, I did not catch your name?”

“Oh! Yikes, that’s true,” George grimaced before sticking his hand out, “‘m George. I’m one of the poor souls who have been causing problems on the island since Monday.”

“Ah, that explains why you’re here in the silence,” she joked as she reached out to shake his hand. “Kara Eleanora. I am one of Lorelei’s older sisters.”

“Really?” George’s eyes widened, pretending as if he hadn’t seen her hop out of the boat earlier. “So you are the Nora that Daniel talks about.”

“I have a feeling that he is talking about me in a poor manner,” Nora laughed quietly.

“No, no,” George shook his head, “he tells us a lot about Lester’s siblings— he loves all of you, really. He recently told us about your baby’s christening.”

“He is Marisa’s godfather,” Nora grinned, “my Gabby’s godfather was his father’s friend, and I have trusted Daniel more than I had trusted the pezzo di merda’s asshole friend.” piece of shit.

“He is trustworthy,” George nodded. “At least you know that he’s a permanent fixture.”

“I can’t help it; he’s in every group chat our siblings have whenever we’re all away,” Nora laughed loudly as George followed along, “nobody wants to be as involved in their partner’s family as him— it’s no wonder why Pa allowed him to propose.”

“So, Nora, tell me more!”

Lando Norris didn’t like snitching, he swore. He wouldn’t do it purposefully, he’d do it because his big mouth couldn’t stop itself from doing so.

So when he made his way back to the beach to see how George was, he hid behind the shrubs when he caught sight of the tall British man walking down the shore alongside a woman who was a foot or two shorter than him. He gasped quietly, trying to grasp the scene in front of him.

The McLaren driver did not like snitching, but his fingers acted faster than his brain did when he sent a message to someone. Or rather… some people.

Lando: The Prince is with a lady. I repeat, THE PRINCE IS WITH A SISTER!!

It didn’t take long for Carlos Sainz, Pierre Gasly and Alex Albon to arrive, leaning down at Lando’s level before the British man nudged his head towards the direction of the duo. Wordlessly, the three men looked at the walking figures.

Then they took off, with Lando begging for them to come back and don’t do something stupid. But it was too late for that.

“Oi, George!” Alex hollered, making the couple turn around with a frown, “I thought you were alone here?”

“I was,” George said slowly, his face etched a look of confusion before it turned into a glare, “but the three of you obviously decided that I shouldn’t be anymore.” His glare said not to screw it up for him while Nora remained on his side, but the three weren’t about to let him win.

“Oh, hola,” Carlos said politely, putting on his trademark smile as he offered his hand to shake, “I’m Carlos. What’s your name, hermosa?”

“Kara Eleanora,” she grinned charmingly before shaking his hand, “you’ve got quite the accent— are you from any other country, perhaps?”

“Spain,” Carlos grinned smugly at the boys.

It only started there. Lando didn’t even want to replay their Wednesday after that first encounter with an Alessandro sister. Only wanting to replay the one that he had with the youngest one.

The night seemed to end early for everyone. By the time the sun began to set, the Wolffs arrived on the island with Stevie, her newborn and Daniel’s best friend, Scotty and his wife Chloe Stroll. They arrived rather fashionably early than expected and truthfully, Lester and Danny were more than grateful.

Stevie had introduced Lottie Hamilton to everyone just as the model arrived. The baby was only 8-week old yet she already stole the hearts of the adults on the island. Danny and Lester spent their time around the baby with some of their nephews and nieces hanging around them, asking the adults if Lottie would race too– because Lina’s son Andrea would like to race like his Zio Daniel.

The time seemed to pass by quickly, because the couple’s endless conversation with the Hamiltons lasted longer than expected. Daniel and Lester waved goodbye to the two before they got ready for dinner.

During the Alessandro-Ricciardo dinner, Lando took it upon himself to walk around the island. Had it been for the pathways made and lights outdoors, he probably would have gotten lost on his little adventure. It was during that time when he accidentally stumbled upon the villa where the dinner was occurring, and as always, he had accidentally listened in on the conversations shared between the family.

Meanwhile, the Alessandros sat on one side of the table and the Ricciardos on the other. The kids were occupied on their own table and had no intention of talking to the adults anytime soon. Daniel’s nephew, Isaac, had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on the little ones - to which Daniel thanked him and swiftly handed the child five euros and 20 Australian dollars, telling him not to tell his mother about the money.

“I don’t know if this is like a coincidence but Mom’s name is Grace,” Daniel’s sister, Michelle, started, “and Lori’s mom is…”

“Grazia!” Lando heard Mateo’s laugh throughout the location followed by others as they laughed along. “And you know what, Michelle? Her maiden name is even funnier.”

“Oh no,” Lester laughed, “right, mio caro, remember what I told you about Mama?”

“The maiden name? Yeah, how can’t I,” Daniel snickered, “Mom, Mama’s maiden name is Riccardo.”

“Really?” Lando would pay to see the shocked look on Mr. and Mrs. Ricciardo’s face. “Is it really?”

“Sí,” Grazia responded, “my papa’s family business happens to be Siena’s famous local winery– La Vigna E La Cantina Di Riccardos. It’s been running for many decades now. The Riccardos are very famous in our town.” The Riccardos’ Vineyard and Winery.

“I would have gotten a deal to produce wine from their business with Lori’s uncle,” Daniel told them, “if she had told me in the beginning.”

“Am I just the means of your successful business, mio tasso?” Lori said. She hadn’t really needed to tell him that. She and her siblings did not have much connection with the winery, after all. Her mother, Grazia, worked there briefly and had earned enough in the place. She owned parts of the winery, of course, but there was only enough to do and enough money to earn in the place. So Lester didn’t feel the need to tell him about it if she’s not involved in the business.

“No,” Daniel shook his head and huffed, earning a giggle from Lori, “stop twisting my words around, love. You’re going to get me in trouble. I only mean that they have better… taste?”

“But we don’t have an I on our Riccardo,” Grazia chuckled, “that’s not confusing, no?”

“You’re an Alessandro,” Lester’s father, Giacomo Alessandro, laughed aloud, “you have not been a Riccardo for years.”

“Besides,” the eldest Alessandro sibling, Jacquelina – or Lina, piped up as she sipped on her sauvignon blanc, “We will only have one Ricciardo by the end of the week. Two– if you include Daniel himself.”

“I like that idea, Lina,” Daniel snapped his finger before he pointed at Lina excitedly, “thank you for reminding us. See? You don’t have to worry about many Riccardos with and without the letter I when it’ll just be me and Lori!”

“Give it a month or two, then there’ll be three of them,” Michelle said, while she wiggled her brows at the couple. The couple shared a look before laughing nervously, their reaction masked as amusement.

“We’re just saying,” Nora clinked her glass with Michelle’s before sipping, “it would be very nice if the bambinos have a baby for a cousin.”

“We have Maris,” Lester shook her head in disbelief, “isn’t she adorable enough for a cousin?”

“Yeah but, I have heard Isaac and Isabella ask for a baby cousin,” Michelle suggested with a scheming smile.

“I’ve been hearing it for more than I can count,” Michelle’s husband groaned, “it’s not like it’s easy to shoot a baby out of a woman, you know? It’s hard to explain to them that it takes a lot of work for that to happen.”

Unbeknownst to everyone, the couple had been trying. Nobody knew just yet, because they didn’t want to make a fuss out of it. It had taken a toll on Lester’s mental health, as well, but it wasn’t something that she spoke of aloud. Daniel had taken notice of it, and had immediately sat her down to have a conversation about the matter. She cried so hard that day.

The memories of negative results were still fresh for the bassist, if you were to ask her. She hated tossing out the pregnancy tests knowing that she had to tell Danny that she hadn’t done it. Everybody talks about the wonders of conceiving and pregnancy, but why didn’t they warn Lester about the disappointing and draining part of it? Clearly, they only advertised the positive side of it but provided very little support for those who kept on trying.

Going to her gynecologist became a constant thing, and hiding it from Danny wasn’t easy. What was she supposed to do? She was already failing and she wasn’t even a mother yet. Daniel didn’t know how terrible it was until the day she declared that she was going to see an online therapist during her tour. He couldn’t even believe that his fiancée was suffering from this. He remained proud of her, still. He told her that they’ll find a way. He expressed his admiration for keeping a brave front throughout all of this – telling her that she would be the amazing mother bear that their kids would have.

The therapist wasn’t a secret to anyone, but trying to conceive a baby was. Danny wanted her to have the peace she deserved after those stupid pregnancy tests had failed her. He was upset himself, but Lester was the one blaming her own body for not doing the thing she expected it to do. He could only be there for her, trying and trying. He could only be there for the treatments that she may need, and for the worst things that could happen in the process.

Squeezing his hand below the table, Lester shot him a smile. I’m here for you.

He took notice of her smile and grinned back at her, squeezing her hand back. And I will always be here for you.

Lando was so caught up in his own little world that the only thing that brought him back to his senses was a smell of smoke coming from behind him. He turned around and nearly jumped and screamed, watching as the young adult peered at him with a suspicious look. She sat on the bench by the stone fountain, between her fingers was a lit cigarette.

“I know you had a crush on my sisters, but I did not think you would stoop this low,” she laughed quietly, taking a drag before exhaling sharply.

“I’m not- not stalking,” Lando insisted before gesturing at the pavement, “‘m just walking around at night. Like a normal adventurer– do your sisters know you smoke?”

“They know that every once in a while I do,” she shrugged, her fingers reaching out to offer him the cigarette. Lando shook his head in insistence, not wanting to do that. “I don’t get stressed as often.”

“Yeah?” When she moved to one side, Lando took this as an invite and sat next to her. The smell of the cigarette reeked and Lando was sure his clothes would have the scent of smoke all over it by the time he leaves. “You must be living a chill life then.”

“Bwoaaa… I would not say so,” she wrinkled her brows as she thought of it. “My sisters are successful in life, and I am not– that stresses me out. Besides, you are the one to talk. You are doing what you love and you are making money out of it.”

“I’m sure you have something,” Lando shrugged.

“D’you put this much trust on people you meet, Norris?” She giggled, her accent slipping into a southern one after saying the first word. “Perhaps I have something. Who knows.”

Lando laughed quietly, “You know my name and you haven’t even told me yours. How unfair is that?”

“You’re a professional driver alongside my in-law,” she raised a brow, “you’re not exactly the private kind. Unless you have forgotten that you are famous?”

“I don’t like to brag about it,” Lando waved her comment off, “I prefer bragging about my trophies. Now, trophies– they always have me and my ego going. They show that I have something to prove. Fame is different– you can be famous and still be talentless.”

“Honest,” she observed with a hum, "sei impressionante.” You are impressive.

Lando might have understood, or he didn’t, but she didn’t care as she introduced herself, “Nicola Grazia.”

“Nee-ko-la Grat-zia,” Lando said slowly.

“Or Pepsi,” she grinned, “Lina called me that first but Lo decided to keep it forever.”

“How– oh,” Lando paused, causing the Italian girl to nod and encourage him to speak, “Cola.”

“Yes,” she dropped the butt of her cigarette before stomping on it, killing the burning end of it. “Like Pepsi-Cola.”

“Well, I’m Lando Norris,” he reintroduced himself, causing her to laugh heartily. “And- I think you’ve been an amazing company so far, Miss Alessandro.”

“It’s nice to meet my sister’s own pet sewer rat,” Nicola joked, shaking his hand and pulling away. Lando pulled an unimpressed look as she continued, “Lo told me to call you that because she and Dan are the couple from Ratatouille. Do you know Linguini and Colette?”

“Yes,” he muttered in annoyance, reminding himself to give the two an earful tomorrow.

“You are like their Remy,” Nicola smiled at him cheekily.

“I already got that when you called me a sewer rat,” Lando rolled his eyes.

“I’m jealous,” Nicola sighed before standing up, not even looking back at him as she said, “I’ve always wanted to travel with them for free. I should be their Remy.”

Lando stared at her as she disappeared from his sight, wondering what the hell did the youngest Alessandro sister tell him. He asked himself a lot of questions that night: Did she compare me to a rat AND called me a freeloader? Did I just try to shoot my shot with her by saying she was a good company and accidentally making it sound like I’m insinuating something else?

She had already caught his attention and the couple just warned them not to try anything with any of Lori’s sisters. But maybe Lando would push his luck a little.

What’re the chances of him being obliterated to the moon by Lester and Danny? Maybe if he tries hard enough, he’ll be able to get away a little.

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Third Lesson of Good Manners: Keep Quiet

Pairing: Ethan x Damiano x Fem!Reader

summary: your third encounter with Ethan, this time someone will join, at least at the beginning, but how will this evening end?

word count: 2,7k

contents: SMUT, dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, choking, spanking, rough sex, unptotected sex, humiliation

author’s note: well i hope i at least won’t disappoint after such a long break

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Another boring day has passed. After leaving the office, you stood at the bus stop, daydreaming a little, your vision got blurry, and noises mixed into white noise. The vibrating phone in your pocket brought you back to reality.

“Ciao, stronza” The sweet welcome was followed by Vic’s chuckle.

“Hey, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You narrowed your eyes, trying to see the bus, but sadly it was late again.

“You thought you could just go on for two weeks without telling me what happened at that party? I was busy, but now I need to know everything…”

Truth be told, you didn’t want to share with anyone details of what happened between you and Ethan. Vic was your dear friend, but what you had with Ethan seemed a bit too intimate. Especially since she knew him so well, and you weren’t exactly sure if she was aware of what he was capable of.

“Vic, what are you even talking about? I got a bit drunk and had a nice time.” You shamelessly lied.

“Yeah, right. It’s the second time you and Edgar disappear somewhere for a while and get back sweaty and a mess. Who are you trying to fool?”

You sighed.

“Yeah alright, even if, what am I supposed to tell you, hmm?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Preferably all the juicy details,” she said, and you could hear the grin in her voice.”

“Vic, I’m in public, maybe some other time? I love you but I need to run.” You smiled at the sight of the approaching bus.

“Boo-hoo, you won’t get away with this, I’ll steal you for some serious gossiping on Saturday.”

“And…what’s on Saturday?” You frowned.

“Shit, I forgot to text you, sorry. Just pretend that you knew earlier please, Ethan will kill me.”

Your body tensed up at the sound of his name.

“Ethan? So what’s tomorrow, will I ever find out?” You sounded a bit too impatient which you realized when the words escaped your mouth.

“Easy tiger, Ethan is making a little party in his flat, he just moved. And since he doesn't have your number, he asked me to let you know.” You haven’t replied right away. “Hello? Have you died from excitement or…” Vic scoffed

“No?! Shut up Vic I swear, you let your imagination run a little too wild. Thanks for the invite, I got to go. Love you.”

You ended the call before she had a chance to say something else. Your heart was racing, and filling you with shameful thoughts. Or at least ones you shouldn’t necessarily have in public. But you couldn’t help the grin which appeared on your face at the very thought of meeting him again.

You could barely sleep at night, instead, you went through your closet, trying to find a decent outfit. You knew how he liked you in short skirts, so the choice was simple. Short skirt with easy access to your lacy panties, red this time. Tight-fitting top, with flattering cleavage. And a choker. You couldn't help yourself.

The next evening you showed up fashionably late, or maybe just late because you once again got stuck in traffic. Ethan opened the door with a smirk and looked you up and down. He was wearing jeans and a black tank top, which only emphasized his muscles.

“Look who decided to finally show up. I started thinking you got tired of me.” He slowly licked his lips. Your cheeks were burning.

“How could I?” You smiled innocently and handed him a wine bottle. He moved aside and let you in.

His flat was just what you expected. Old building, renovated inside. Vintage furniture, a shelf full of vinyl collection, walls covered in art, and a piano. You weren’t sure how many rooms there were, but it was surely bigger than the flat Vic had.

He quickly abandoned you and disappeared into the kitchen. You kept walking around until you found Vic and kissed her cheek. Thankfully, before she started interrogation, you felt a firm grip on your arm.

“Here you are. Mind if I steal her for a moment?” Ethan said to Vic in a playful tone.

“Oh, she’s all yours.” Vic winked and walked away to Thomas, who started dancing at the coffee table.

“What do you need me for?” You asked, pretending that you wouldn’t accept literally anything he’d offer you.

“Have a little patience, hmm?” He growled into your ear, which was enough to give you goosebumps.

He led you to the dark corridor where Damiano was leaning against the wall, watching you with a smirk.

“Hey.” You said quietly.

“So polite.” Ethan mocked you. “Alright, here's the deal. In case you thought I forgot about that vase you destroyed last time I saw you, I’m here to remind you that I still remember.”

“It belonged to my Nonna,” Damiano said in a low, husky voice, slowly shaking his head.

“Exactly. So I think you should somehow make it up to my dear friend.” Ethan said and looked at you with a cocky smile.

“Ummm…” You looked at him, and then Damiano, then again at Ethan.

“Such a silly slut, it’s almost cute.” Ethan patted your head. “Well since you’re only good at one thing, I figured you could be Damia’s toy for the night. Do you agree?” He asked with softness in his eyes. Besides it being all fun and games, you knew he wouldn’t force you to do anything against your will. You looked at Damiano, scanning his body, a bit too openly.

“I agree.” You said with a smirk. Damiano wasn't the type of man you’d refuse to have fun with. He grinned at your words and gently gripped your chin, lifting your face.

“You won’t regret it,” Damiano said in a husky voice.

“Behave,” Ethan whispered into your ear before leaving you two alone.

“So…” you said quietly, staring into Damiano’s eyes with an innocent face. “How may I serve you?” You bit your lip and smiled.

Damiano grinned and moved closer, making you walk backwards and press your back against the wall. He stroked your side and placed his hand on your hip.

“I could take some edge off, it’s been a long week.” He said and grabbed your chin with the other hand. Damiano moved even closer and started pressing his thigh between your legs. You let out a quiet sigh which made him smirk even more.

“I’ll gladly help.” You looked at him with lust, feeling his growing bulge pressing against your hip.

He grabbed your chin tighter and leaned down to kiss you. He savoured your lips at first, but quickly let the passion win and deepened the kiss. You sighed and cupped his face, nibbling on his lip. Soon later his hands started wandering over your body, squeezing your breast, roaming over your back just to find your ass and give it some attention as well. You were both getting breathless, lost in the kiss, getting more rough and hungry for more every minute. Damiano suddenly moved away and looked deeply into your eyes with his hooded and darkened ones. He smirked and grabbed your hand. you saw a door which he opened and pulled you inside. It was a guest bathroom, he lit a small mirror light and closed the door.

“How cosy…” you mumbled and looked at him with a grin.

“Shut up…” he said in a breathy voice. His hands were all over you once again. Damiano swiftly picked you up and sat at the edge of the washing machine. As soon as he did so, he pulled your top off you and threw it aside. You gasped as the cool air hit your nipples, already hardening from his touch. he cupped them and leaned to kiss you again. He started playing with your nipples, making you gasp into the kiss. He stood close, so close that you felt his cock hardening against your wet pussy. You reached to his trousers and started toying with the belt. He moved away and removed them while staring at you with hungry eyes. The wet stain on your panties got even bigger, which he obviously noticed. His cock was pressing on his boxers, which he removed soon after. It bounced and made you hum quietly at his size. He smirked even more and stepped closer. Damiano grabbed your hair in a firm grip.

“I need you to wrap your beautiful lips around my cock and show me how sorry you are,” he whispered against your lips.

You nodded silently and jumped off the washing machine, going immediately down on your knees. He gave himself a few strokes, watching you below him, with your mouth open.

“Such a good slut…” he grumbled and slapped your tongue with his cock a few times, letting you feel how heavy it is.

Moments later your mouth was wrapped around him, taking him slowly but deeper with every head bob. He tangled his fingers in your hair and started making noises, soft grunts filled the room. You felt that your pussy was dripping from the sounds he was making, which only encouraged you to go faster, deeper and be better for him. Damiano started thrusting his hips and pulling your head down on himself harder. Your eyes watered, and you pinned your claws in his thighs. He finally came hard, pilling himself down your throat, his loud moans made your pussy twitch. Once you sucked him dry, choking on his cum a little, he lifted your chin up and looked at you with hooded eyes and pink cheeks.

“Fuck baby that was good.” He pulled you up from the floor and kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

“I’m glad I could make you happy,” you said, trying to catch a breath.

He walked closer and sat you on the washing machine again. He knelt in front of you and reached under your skirt. His finger brushed your underwear.

“You’re so soaked…I can’t let you go like this.” He smirked and kissed your inner thigh.

He pulled your panties down and threw them on the pile of clothes. Damiano parted your legs and hooked one of them over his shoulder. He moved his face closer and dragged his rough tongue over your pussy. You moaned and arched your back. He chuckled and moved his hands under your ass to keep you in place. He started with slow, long licks, which later turned into him sucking and flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. You couldn’t keep quiet, your moans got louder and out of control. You kept pulling on his hair, wriggling, trying to get more friction. As you were about to cum, the door opened and made you both stop.

“You just can’t keep quiet, can you?” Ethan looked mad, he stood there with his arms folded on his chest.

Damiano stood up and wiped his mouth. You sat straight, trying to cover yourself.

“Oh please, don’t play coy. You’re such a damn slut that you’ll act like an animal, like a fucktoy just for anyone? You were supposed to serve him, not get any pleasure yourself.” He looked at Damiano who acted very guilty.

“I’m sorry, I thought…” You mumbled.

“Stop. You want to scream like a whore so that a whole party could hear you? To let them know what kind of greedy slut you are? You’ll have it.” He said through gritted teeth.

Ethan grabbed your hand and only let you throw on your top before pulling you towards the corridor. He led you, pantyless, all sweaty and worked up, through the living room full of guests, and pushed you into his bedroom. It wasn’t big, but very tasteful. As you’d expect.

“I’m sorry…” you started.

“No. Too late for that.” Ethan walked closer to you and hooked his finger under your choker to pull you closer. “Now I’ll just have to punish you.”

You nodded, enchanted by his deep, brown eyes. His hand gripped your throat, pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss. Ethan snuck his hand under your skirt and moaned softly as he brushed his fingers against your soaked cunt.

“Fuck…” he looked at you and moved away. He swiftly pushed you onto the bed and trapped you beneath himself. Your hands were pinned above your hand, his other hand was teasing your folds. You whined and arched your back, wanting much more than this.

“You’re so damn greedy…want daddy to fuck your stupid brains out? Wanna show my guests who owns you and can only make you scream?” He growled into your ear.

“Yes…yes please.” You mumbled. “Please, Daddy.”

Ethan smirked and got off you. He got rid of his clothes and started playing with his hardening cock. His eyes didn’t leave your body for a second. He walked closer again, making you breathe more heavily, at the very idea of what he might do to you. He grabbed your legs and in one move turned you around on your stomach. A sharp pain as he smacked your ass made you squeak.

“On all fours, be a good girl.” He rubbed your red skin.

You obediently got in the position he wanted to have you in, and realised that a big mirror was in front of you. You caught his eyes, and he smirked.

“Oh yes, I want you to see how pathetic you are.”

He moved on the bed behind you and started teasing your folds with his tip. He took his sweet time, making you whine and try to back out on his cock. He smacked you again and gripped your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. Ethan forced your legs further apart so that your pussy was all ready and open for him.

“Look, so needy, just dripping all over me to get this cock, hmm?” He looked at your reflection and pushed all the way in, in one push.

You moaned loudly, for a moment forgetting about the guests in the other room. He kept his hand on your back, the other tightly gripping your hair. Ethan made sure both he and you can see the faces you were making as he kept slamming deep inside you.

“So whose cock is better, hmm? Who do you belong to, you whore?!” He spat out while speeding up his thrusts.

His dark hair was moving with his every move, tickling your oversensitive skin, his fingers were digging deep into your hips, leaving bruises for the next day. The wet noises filled the room, mixed with your moans and whines and his low grunts.

“Who do you belong to?!” He asked louder.

“I belong to you, Daddy!” You screamed, failing to keep eye contact.

It got messy, fast breathy and full of noises. You kept scratching his thighs, trying to pull him deeper, he kept pulling your hair, leaving bites on your back, scratching you, slamming into you and fucking you into oblivion. Ethan was hitting every spot, stretching you so well. He once again pulled your hair to make you watch as he came with a loud moan, filling you with his hot cum. Just from seeing that and hearing how good you made him feel, you came screaming, trembling and collapsing under him.

You lasted like that for a moment, both of you coming harder than ever. He finally softened and slipped out of you. Ethan rolled you on your back and sat between your legs. You felt his cu slowly dripping out of you. He brushed his hands up your sides and hands, gently pinning them above your head. You expected a round two, but instead, he leaned down and kissed you softly, caressing your cheek. once he broke off the kiss he looked down at you with a blissful smile.

“You’re in trouble, miss,” he said in a raspy voice.

“What did I do now?” You asked with raised eyebrows. He kissed your nose and kept looking at your face in such a way you’d never seen him look before. Ethan sighed and rest his head on your chest, carefully not to squeeze you. He wrapped his arms around you.

“You got me addicted to yourself. Maybe I’m not mad about that. Maybe I could get used to having you here more often.”

You silently started playing with his hair and placed a soft kiss on his head. And you could swear you felt his heart beating faster at that same moment.

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The band is tired of interviews. They'd rather ask you some questions.

Content: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I don’t actually know shit about sewing or fashion so please forgive me if any grave errors pop up here or in future chapters 😬

Lesson Seven: Talking about it is half the fun.

When Ethan banged against the locked door of Thomas' room the next morning, both of you still blissfully asleep and wrapped up in each other, he was less than pleased. As it turned out, Thomas had neglected to set an alarm the night before and was about to miss a number of interviews. He got ready in record time, flying out of the house with the other three in a flurry, all of them promising to be back with takeout in a few hours. Their hurry was the only reason no mocking or teasing comments about the night before were thrown your way. You wondered how many of them Thomas would get later on.

You had only just made your way out of his bed, lazily stretching and shuffling into the hallway, when the front door bust open again.

"What do you want me to do Vic, go with a ripped seam?!"

"But we're all matching, you can't change your shirt now!"

"It's ripped!"

Peaking down the stairs, you could see Victoria and Damiano rushing around, the latter awkwardly holding the hem of his shirt which was sporting a bit of a tear. It wasn't drastic - but it would definitely be visible. Running to your room, you quickly gathered your supplies, catching Damiano just before he was back in his own room, probably on his way to grab a new shirt.

"Stop! I can help," you called, jogging over to him, just to drop to your knees where the seam of his shirt had torn. It was full muscle memory, no challenge. Mending a seam was one of your easiest tasks. Turning the fabric around so you could look at the inside of it, you got to work. Removing the loose stitches, cutting off the excess thread, instructing Damiano to hold the hem as you placed a few needles to make sure you'd repair it in a straight line, and sewing it shut with a new one. You thanked your lucky stars that his shirt required black thread, an easy staple. A few stitches and you were done, removing the needles, straightening the fabric back out and standing up, happy with the result.

"How do you know how to do that? It looks brand new!" Vic exclaimed from behind you, having found the pair of you in the hallway upstairs.

You giggled, "I don't think this is a good time to explain, go move your asses and get to the interviews!"

For once, they agreed without arguing.

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The majority of the day consisted of you desperately searching for inspiration, carrying out one google search after the other in between drawings that never seemed to satisfy you, interrupted by a flood of messages and pictures in the group chat the band had started with you. It kept you well entertained, to say the least.

A picture of Victoria, cross-eyes and showing her tongue.

One of Thomas, who had fallen asleep in the worst possible position on a chair somewhere between interviews.

A video, zoomed in on Ethan's face way too much, the slight annoyance still visible.

Another video, this time of Damiano obnoxiously shaking his ass and Victoria repeatedly hitting it.

You had no idea what the future would hold, once you moved out and lost the group dynamic that had started to establish itself again between the five of you, but you found yourself hoping to never miss them in your life again. Four years without them had felt like a lifetime, and you hadn't quite realised how big of a gap they had left in your heart until you had reconnected with them. You wouldn't be so stupid again. Whatever was to happen in the next weeks, when you moved out, when they started touring the world again, you were determined to keep in touch. You'd have to thank your brother for basically unloading you onto them, you thought.

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"I'm so done with interviews," Victoria groaned, shoveling her burger in her mouth without caring about the way she looked or sounded. "I don't want to answer a single question anymore today."

Everyone else agreed with a groan, equally invested in their food after a long day. It had almost turned dark by the time the band had returned and you had to admit that the house had been terribly quiet without them. Now all you really wanted to do was chat and catch up, but Vic's statement had you shutting up immediately. They had been working while you had done nothing but lounge around after all, if they needed some peace and quiet, you wouldn't be the one to deny them.

Fortunately for you, the quiet didn't last all that long. After all the plates had been cleared away, everyone had gathered in the living room. Thomas was fiddling with some Spotify playlist or other that was sounding through the room, everyone else had sprawled out on the couches. Vic's legs were in your lap, leaving you to draw little circles on them with your fingertips as you scrolled through your phone. The rest of the band seemed similarly engrossed in their screens. Until Damiano made an excited noise that caught everyone's attention. But when you looked up, he was staring solely at you.

"Maybe it's time we interview you instead."

"What on earth would you interview me about," you giggled nervously. "I don't think I have anything to tell."

"I think you do actually. Someone just send me a very interesting link to a little test and, well, since you're officially not a virgin anymore," Damiano shot unnecessary looks between you and Thomas that you only replied to in the form of rolling your eyes, "it might be time to get into the little details and figure out your kinks, hm?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you. Victoria sat up, moving her legs off your lap to cross them instead.

"Ooh yes, this is gonna be fun, I wanna know everything!"

The blush was rising in your cheeks, the heat probably quite visible at this point.

"And what if I don't know?"

"Then we'll help you figure it out," Ethan threw in, his face calm and supportive. Somehow you ended up nodding.

"Alright first up: Nippe play, yes or no?"

Everyone was watching you closely, curious to see how you would react, but it wasn't you who spoke first.

"That's a yes," Thomas blurted out, sending you a smile as everyone's attention now briefly rested on him. "I can attest to that."

"See, we're already gaining valuable information here!" Damiano exclaimed, obviously ecstatic that his plan was working out while you still felt like burying yourself in the ground at the prospect of discussing this in a group meeting. They could have at least given you a drink, but instead, all they were giving you were impatient stares. You wouldn't be surprised if Ethan took out a pen and paper to take notes at any second.

"So are we talking just hands and mouth or are props included in this? Because I've got some fancy nipple clamps that would look lovely on your tits," Victoria grinned next you, only to reach over and unexpectedly flick your nipple over the fabric of your shirt. She chuckled when it hardened immediately as you flinched. Suddenly you didn't quite regret not bothering with a bra.

"I..." Your voice failed you for a moment. "I'm not sure. I think I would like to try."

Victoria's smirk told you she felt the same way, but Damiano didn't let her elaborate, scrolling down on his phone to find the next question for you.

"What about other props then? Blindfolds maybe?"

In an instance, you felt hands covering your eyes, assuming them to be Thomas' as he was the only one still standing around the living room. But then another hand traced down your neck towards your cleavage for a split second, giving you no indication as to who it was.

"Yeah," you gasped. "Yeah, I like that."

With a chuckle, Thomas let go of you, walking over to Ethan to drop on the couch next to him. Victoria sent you an obnoxious wink. You could only shake your head in slight amusement.

"Handcuffs?" Damiano asked.

"Or rope," Ethan threw in, a look on his face that seemed much more innocent than the idea he was supplying.

"Or maybe just our hands for starters... it's about being restrained, the how comes later," Damiano clarified.

You were imagining it immediately. Pinned down to the bed, movements restricted by Damiano's hands, by Ethan's hands, handcuffed to the headboard, Ethan tying you up in rope, full control over you and your body, straining against it as they teased you, completely at their mercy...

"Yes."

"Interesting," Damiano smirked. "I'll keep that one in mind. What about... spanking?"

Your eyes nervously flickered between the four of them, all patiently waiting for you to give an opinion. You knew none of them were here to call you out, shame you for anything you were or weren't into. It was a simple question round, providing them with information that could possibly lead to rather interesting results in the future. You would be a fool to pass up on the opportunity.

"I'm not sure, it... it sounds good, but I've never tried it."

"Do you want to?" Ethan's voice and the slightly challenging look he threw at you had your body erupting into a different sensation of nervousness. One that was filled with curiosity and anticipation. He sat back a little, legs spread slightly, keeping eye contact. "Come here. I can give you a little taste."

Without hesitation, you got up from the couch, moving over to where he was sitting. He took your hand as he motioned for you to lay down on his lap. There was a slight shaking in your legs, you couldn't quite decide which emotion was causing it, but you followed his lead anyway as you positioned your body over his legs. Thomas, the only one still in your sight, stroked your hair lightly, almost comforting you over something that hadn't quite happened yet. A reassuring hand ran over your back, reaching the waistline of the pajama shorts you were wearing, before roughly pulling them down your legs. You tried to keep quiet, unable to anticipate what exactly was about to come, almost craning your neck to see, but it was to no avail. Ethan easily pushed the fabric of your panties upward, baring the cheeks of your ass to everyone in the room. You felt yourself taking a breath. The seconds passed like minutes, but then you felt him move and-

Slap.

The sting caught you by surprise, a tingling sensation followed by an emergence of heat spread from the place he had hit to the rest of your body. The feeling was so all-encompassing, you weren't even sure if you had made a sound at the impact. However, one thing you were embarrassingly sure of.

"One more," you gasped.

"Look at her, already begging for more," Victoria cooed. "I think we'll have her in the palms of our hands in no time whatsoever."

You didn't get a chance to answer her as Ethan's hand came down on your other cheek, the pleasurable sting from before washing over you once again. You revelled in it for as long as you could as he tucked the fabric back down, not bothering with the shorts, before pulling you up and into his lap. The tingle in your skin was still there when you sat down on his thighs, cradled up in his arms, but it was anything but unpleasant.

"You okay?" He quietly asked, searching your face for signs, but you could only nod and bite your lip in slight embarrassment at being so easy. He pulled you in with a smile, allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder as he held you. You used the moment to take a look around the room. Everyone's eyes were still on you, pupils blown, quite obviously liking what they had just seen. You almost chuckled to yourself.

Victoria recovered first. "Ready for some more questions? Because I'm ready for some more answers."

The replies fell from your lips much easier now. It was as if Ethan's treatment had somehow loosened you - and your tongue - up enough to be honest without shame. Damiano's questions kept coming.

Dirty talk? — Yes.

Using gags? — Willing to try.

Sex toys? — Yes.

Leash and collar? — Probably not.

Choking? — ...maybe.

Animal role play — What? Definite no.

Having sex while people watch?

You hesitated, almost feeling caught out. Your eyes flickered back and forth between Damiano and Ethan, almost a little unsure as to what to say, but you knew fully well at least one of them would call you out if you disagreed with the suggestion. You weren't quite sure how much the other two knew, but Damiano had eaten you out while Ethan watched, and you had given Ethan a blowjob with Damiano guiding you. And thinking back on it now, the memory was enough to incite a fire inside of you. You attempted to cross your legs, giving a little relief to the feeling emerging between them, but Ethan held onto your thigh tightly, giving you a smirk that told you he knew exactly what was happening.

"I like the idea, yes."

"I think you've been hogging her long enough, Edgar, why don't you let her come over here for a bit?"

Ethan didn't hesitate, patting your thigh before gently pushing you off his lap. Legs slightly shaky, you made your way over to Damiano who was inviting you onto the large couch with him, hand held out to you. You followed easily, letting him pull you down next to him and you didn't even have the time to ask for details of what he had planned before his mouth was on yours. The kiss was sensual, lips moving in all the right ways, tongue following naturally, and he had you breathless within moments. His hands were all over you, touching everywhere all at once, your back, your ass, your thighs, your tits. His chest was hard under your hands as you gripped his shirt, his scent intoxicating as the kiss got more passionate, both of you getting more desperate for each other.

You had half a mind to climb onto his lap, needing more of him as your panties were getting noticeably wetter, but he had other plans. Roughly pushing you onto your back, Damiano moved over you, settling between your legs as you instinctively wrapped them around his waist, before his mouth settled on yours again.

"Fuck, that's hot," Thomas' voice came through.

You had almost forgotten you weren't alone in the room with Damiano, so focused on him and everything he was manipulating your body to do. Breaking the kiss to turn your head around, you looked at the other three still seated on the couches around you, all of them having moved to get a better view, watching intently. It should have unnerved you, really, or made you self-conscious, the way you were putting on a show for all to see, but somehow, it didn't. You felt empowered, sexy, and ridiculously greedy for whatever Damiano would be treating you to.

When he sat back up without you, you almost followed, but he pushed you back down onto the couch. He was pulling the reigns and he was letting you know. He took his sweet time undressing you. You had no doubt about the fact that he knew this was pure torture for you. He peeled your top off slowly, fingers brushing every single inch of skin appearing, your breasts, your nipples, up your neck, before pulling it over your head. His speed stayed just as punishing as he grabbed hold of the waistband of your panties, rolling them down without any hurry whatsoever. You willingly lifted your butt as he motioned for you to do so, before watching his concentrated face, going down your thighs, knees, shins, finally pulling the fabric off your body completely and throwing it to the ground somewhere. You couldn't care less.

Damiano was much less patient in removing his own clothes. In what seemed like an instant, he was naked, back to covering your naked body with his own. You didn't know whether to moan in anticipation or sigh happily at the amount of skin contact. His chest was pressed to yours, you could feel his breathing as heavy as your own, hands exploring the newly-exposed flesh eagerly. He stopped you before yours made it down farther his chest. Holding as much eye contact as possible, he moved away from your mouth, lips travelling down your neck, leaving little bites in their wake.

He didn't spend nearly enough time on your breasts for your liking, only nipping at them briefly before making his way down, down, until he was all but crouching between your legs.

"You really love being between her thighs, don't you?" Ethan chuckled from the sidelines. You turned to look at him, and the others once again. Ethan and Thomas had noticeable bulges forming, while Victoria's hand had dropped between her legs, unmoving, eyes fixated on your body.

Damiano wasn't to be deterred, pulling all your attention back to him as he licked along your wetness. With a high-pitched moan, you tried to close your thighs around him, but he held you open. He teased your entrance for a moment, but then his tongue was on your clit, slight touches to its sides first but quickly moving on to fast licks all across it. You were a mess. If it had been up to you, Damiano could happily spend the rest of his life down there as long as he was doing that to you.

You could already feel the sensation build up in your pussy, a tense feeling just waiting to be set loose, but he wouldn't let you come on his tongue again, not today.

He sat up, smirking down at you as you desperately wriggled under him, before wiping off some of the wetness you had left on his mouth and chin. Taking his hard length in his hand, stroking it a few times, he grabbed onto your chin with the other hand, turning your head to the side and towards the others.

"Look at them while I fuck you," he demanded as you gasped at his words. It should have intimidated you, really, being naked and vulnerable in front of all of them, but as you studied their faces you knew there was nothing but love, trust, and desire for each other - and the prospect of letting them watch as Damiano had his way with you had you soaking.

With your eyes trained on the others, the moment Damiano entered you came as a surprise. The stretch was intense and unexpected, but you welcomed it with a moan, so aroused that you easily fit around him as he stilled to let you adjust. You heard him curse above you, obviously just as affected. Wrapping your legs around him once again, you urged him to start moving, give you the friction you desired, and he gave in immediately. His thrusts were hard and punishing immediately, a stark contrast to the way you had experienced with Thomas, but it felt so, so good and god, now that you had gotten your first time over with, you felt like you wanted this all the time.

He was relentless and unrestrained, hands clutched to the armrest behind your head for more leverage, and you were mewling and squirming under him. Your nails found his back, digging into the skin as you gasped. You had barely noticed you had started turning back to look at him, admiring his face screwed up in ecstasy and the muscles in his arms straining as he fucked you, until he stared back at you.

"I want you to look at them when you come. They need to see your face when you fall apart."

You only just managed to twist your head when Damiano hiked your legs up higher, changing the angle ever so slightly and suddenly hitting just the right spot. Your eyes were falling shut on their own accord, lost in pleasure as he kept driving into you, the feeling in your abdomen rising higher and higher to the point where you knew you wouldn't even need clit stimulation to come.

The way he was moving you up and down the couch made it difficult, but you took the moment to study the rest of the band. Thomas looked almost as fucked as the night before when you had actually fucked, eyes darting around, apparently unable to stay in one place for long. Victoria was even more restless, focused on the way your tits were bouncing in time with Damiano's movements, her hand unceremoniously shoved in her panties. Only Ethan stared solely at your face. He seemed concentrated, almost stoic, as he studied your expressions closely. He wasn't getting off, or even touching himself at all, but the look on his face did more to you than anything else ever could. When a smirk formed as he caught your eye, and Damiano increased his efforts, you came undone so easily.

With a loud moan, you threw your head back, succumbing to the feeling as he continued to fuck you, thrusting into you a few more times before coming as well, spilling in you with a gorgeous groan falling from his lips. He slowed down, before stopping completely, almost collapsing on you as all strength seemed to leave him. With a quick turn of his head, he pressed another kiss to your lips. You responded eagerly, overwhelmed by the emotions and feelings coursing through your body, only breaking the kiss to let him pull out of you and clean you up with the tissues someone had blindly provided him with. There was some rummaging going on in the room around you, but you barely paid any attention to it, still trying to catch your breath and come to terms with the fact that you'd just had sex in front of three other people. And you'd enjoyed it. So much more than you had expected.

Victoria brought you back to earth when she held out a light robe to you, offering to help you get up (which you gladly accepted as you felt your legs shaking) and drape the fabric around you protectively.

"Want to go upstairs and cuddle a bit?"

You agreed happily, wanting nothing more than a little bit of peace and quiet to come down and maybe a pair of arms wrapped around you. She easily led you away from the others, her hand protectively holding onto yours, only turning back around once more before leading you up the stairs.

"I'll go relax with this one while you guys do whatever you need to do... And maybe teach her about the traffic light system, because I'm seeing some fun times ahead of us."

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1, 9, 17 :)

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Do actual people count? Because if so then I would have to say Damiano David. As for fictional characters, I would say Geralt of Rivia, and the cast of the What We Do In the Shadows tv series.

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Cold coffee all the way. I don’t like hot beverages for the most part and not to be a stereotypical American but I love ice in my beverages. My preferred drink temperature is just above freezing.

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

I am definitely near sighted. I do not have great vision. The other day I was thinking that I am much more accepting of my body now that I am older and tbh I can genuinely not tell if this is the result of personal growth or because my vision is too shitty to see all the flaws I used to obsess over. Like all the women in my family, as I age I will slowly transform into Mr. Magoo.

Thanks for the ask ❤️

#Asks

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trashinaglass-archive · 2 years

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convincing yourself that tom and z are dating for pr purposes that have already made even less sense considering they no longer have any films together to promote will not ever make him acknowledge that you're even breathing

This made me laugh because I really couldn’t care less about any of that

That post was 6 months ago, the conversation I had with my friend was even long before that, and I haven’t thought about it since. Yes, we absolutely debated it, but if you keep reading, it says “it’s not that deep, we’re just obsessed with celebrities”. Meaning we have had that same conversation about almost every celebrity couple out there. We love pop culture, we love a good pr stunt, and it’s even more fun when it involves celebrities we actually like.

I don’t care who either of them date, I don’t care if they date each other, and I don’t give a single shit what they do in their private lives so long as it’s not harmful to other people. It really was just an idea for a fan fiction (and a pretty badly written one at that, sorry). It wasn’t said with any good or bad connotation. It was also the only comment I made about their relationship since those photos were released.

All that being said, I’d like to use this time to remind everyone to be a kind human. You don’t know where somebody may be in their life and a mean internet comment could really hurt someone. So let’s not do that.

Also let’s get one thing straight right now, if I’m hoping for any man to acknowledge my breathing, it’s Damiano David, and that it’s because he’s choking me with his cock

#I did make comments before those photos were released that I didn’t think they were dating #and that’s because it’s none of my business and I’m not going to go off of fan rumors #end of story

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The Preacher: Chapter 1

Pairing: DAMIANO DAVID x fictional female insert

Chapter summary: After badly incident, Damiano helps Medusa to remember what had happened.

Content: angst, hurt/comfort, priest Damiano David, supernatural, mention of religion, mention of possession, a little bit of fluff, anxiety, fear, hospital

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: mention of suicide, mention of homicide

Medusa woke up in pain. Her legs felt numb and her half-open eyes were flickering painful bright light flashes. She couldn’t remember what had happened. Medusa tried to move. The pain just got even more intense and Medusa decided to stay in her position and wait till someone found her. On the other hand, she knew that she must get up because otherwise, she could be found by someone she wouldn’t expect to be found by. She couldn’t recall why she was laying here. Did someone try to kill her? Or maybe she tried to kill herself? Medusa released a quiet sigh full of pain. It was hard to even open her eyes fully. However, she had to find out where she was laying.

When she opened her eyes, the view didn’t focus immediately. But soon she realized that she was laying on cement paving. Somewhere above her head prevailed big noise. Far away on the horizon, she could see the rows of apartment buildings. Also, Medusa comprehended that she layed near water. Because of her perception of where she was Medusa felt cold and she started to shiver. She still couldn’t move her legs. She wanted to shout, but it would probably be hopeless and even impossible. Her mouth was locked. Someone should take her from here.

Finally, Medusa slowly and sorrowfully began to roll on her back. When she succeeded, above her she didn’t see the sky, but the hood of steal, which covered whole her eyesight. Medusa snored another sigh. What if her bones are broken, was the first thought after she got a little bit conscious. The pain was unbearable for real. She tried to kill herself, she remembered finally, and she got too scared. She didn’t succeed? Or maybe she was in hell? Suddenly she heard steps approaching, the sound of shoes clapping on the paving, while they were getting closer to her. Medusa got scared and closed her eyes, she wanted to let whatever that was think that she was dead. Her wish to be found suddenly disappeared. She was worrying that it wasn't the help that was coming. To be honest, she understood that she was rather dead.

The footsteps approached even more. Medusa put all the strength into herself and her body so she wouldn’t move, pant, or breathe even though it was very hard. The sleeve of her yellow hoodie was bloody and she couldn’t pay attention anywhere else. Blood, that means something was broken. But it would be stupid to hope that she’s whole, she fell from the bridge it was weird that she was alive in general. Someone stood beside her. Medusa got deadly scared. She felt that there were three men and a girl. Medusa tried to convince herself that she never met any of them, but deep inside she felt like she knew them from somewhere. They observed Medusa for some time. Then the girl leaned in front of Medusa, but she didn’t squat, just stood.

“You think she’s alive?” asked her.

It prevailed a little, short silence among them. They were watching every shudder of Medusa, and she wondered how obvious that she was alive.

“I don’t know. Check it,” answered one of the men.

“Isn’t it obvious, can’t you see that she’s breathing?” the man who said it seemed quite perspicacious, or Medusa just couldn’t hide well enough. “Check her pulse, Victoria.”

Victoria squatted down and put two of her fingers on Medusa’s neck near her jawline. Feeling cold Victoria’s fingers Medusa flinched unwillingly. She felt how Victoria smiles.

“Alive,” informed and stood up.

Victoria — thought Medusa — a name so heard and voice very not of the stranger. Who was she? And what they intended to do to Medusa? Now there’s no point in pretending. She loudly moaned with fear and pain. Couldn't speak. When she tried to say something, she just felt that she gargled with blood. She hardly opened her eyes again and began to look around. At first, she was scared to turn her eyes to strangers. But when she dared, her eyes expanded even though it was painful. She saw them somewhere for real. But where the fuck? There was a man with long, black hair, the other was tall and blond, Victoria, and then it seemed there was... a priest? He wore a white collar that is worn by priests and he had a little pendant with a cross on his neck. Medusa frowned as much as her strength let. He seemed probably the most seen of all of them. And his smile with dimples on the cheeks looked intimate. Medusa didn’t get why he was smiling, she didn’t understand what they were talking about in general. She was in a strange trance, the only thing that she still cared about was what they were going to do to her. Suddenly, that priest came near her and squatted just like Victoria did before. He attentively looked at her face, then to her eyes and Medusa shut them, she felt a little bit uncomfortable.

“You don’t remember me?” he asked gently. Medusa shook her head a little bit. The priest sighed. “She needs to be taken to the hospital,” he said to others. “Call the ambulance.”

Medusa could hear a phone signal somewhere, someone was talking about an injured girl. The longer Medusa layed the colder she got and the pain was jolting even harder, so she started to shiver more and more than before. She felt how dark haired man saw that she was cold and that she’s shaking uncontrollably. He came and took off his jacket. He lifted Medusa a little, it hurt so bad.

“Shhh…” he comforted her and wrapped her in his jacket. Medusa could feel the warmth and a pleasurable scent. Eventually, her teeth calmed down chattering. She heard the sirens.

While she was ferried into the ambulance car, she couldn’t stop moaning, and when she was moving her pain got a dozen times bigger. But finally, she was laid down and bright and almost painful lights started to flash into her eyes.

“I’m going with her,” said someone of the four. “Ethan, you can take my car.”

A few minutes passed and the priest came to the car. He sat near a paramedic in front of Medusa’s bunk. Medusa got surprised. Why him? She was wearing an oxygen mask on her face which helped her breathe. Medusa was so scared, but she felt that he was looking at her and she could not turn her gaze to him. His eyes were slightly brown and now he looked gentle and good-willing. If Medusa ever saw him, she remembers only dark and predatory ones, which probably weren’t inherent for a priest. Something was wrong. Something was so weird.

He leaned towards her. Medusa shivered with fear. She turned her head to the other side so she would avoid eye contact.

“Don’t be scared,” whispered him. “No one is going to hurt you anymore.”

Hurt? Medusa thought that she tried to kill herself. If someone did hurt her, then who? Medusa hadn’t turned her eyes on him yet. Even though she wanted to ask him what he was talking about, she didn’t dare, and to be honest she wasn’t even able, even if her body was about to relax bit by bit, her tongue was still locked. Everything she could do was shake her head and that’s what she did, started to gently shake her head. She was sure that he was smiling.

“Everything is fine,” said he leaning back. “Now you’re safe.”

Medusa moaned quietly, his voice so calming and for a moment she thought she was safe for real. Lights became brighter and Medusa hardly shut her eyes. She still tasted the blood in her mouth. They injected her with some kind of medicine, and probably Medusa was creating the danger herself, but she was afraid that she was poisoned, but how the fuck she could not trust the priest? It got hard to breathe under that mask and she couldn’t understand why... Shouldn’t it help to breathe instead? Medusa began to squirm, she wanted to jump out of the car, ran into the street, and she wanted to kill herself again, but this time she wanted to succeed. When the paramedic noticed her squirming, he tied her hands tighter to her bunk. She felt a prick in her side.

~~~

She couldn’t believe it. She woke up in the hospital, and the first thing she saw was the dropper on the side, above her head. The first thing she heard was noise in the hallway. The first thing she realized was that she was not alone in the ward. Medusa turned her heavy head. The four people who were with her under, probably, a bridge, were here. Victoria has worn a white robe, the priest was leaning on the windowsill, the tall one sat on a chair in front of the bed, and a man with long hair was also with a robe and standing near Victoria. Medusa couldn’t understand why they were there and what they want from her. Maybe she had made some kind of crime? When Victoria noticed that Medusa woke up, she came closer.

“Medusa,” her voice tone was gentle and friendly but also strict. “Can you speak?”

Medusa wanted to shake her head saying no, but then she realized that maybe she can… A little bit.

“I… I…” she took a deep breath. “Don’t… Know…”

“Hmm…” Victoria chuckled quietly. “Could you answer a few questions?”

How could she answer any question if she doesn’t remember anything? Everything she saw in front of her eyes was the top of that bridge and later that priest in the ambulance car where was flashing bright lights. Medusa turned her eyes to him. He leaned his head against the window and looked directly into her face, when their gazes met he smiled a little bit, and friendly and softly blinked with one of his eyes. Medusa felt herself blushing. She was curious if Victoria noticed it. It’d be very awkward.

Medusa nodded. Victoria smiled again.

“Well, first of all, do you remember what happened? Do you remember who are we?”

Medusa shook her head.

“No,” said as clearly as she could. It was too scary what can come back to the head.

“And maybe if you think a little?” lifted her eyebrow Victoria, but seeing how Medusa was ‘thinking’, she realized that the girl’s brain was probably deeply damaged. “It’s okay,” Victoria comforted her. “You’ll remember it eventually.”

Medusa sighed hard in disagreement.

“...Or we can introduce ourselves… Once again. Would it be acceptable for you?” asked Victoria.

Medusa squirmed in her bed. If she’d remember, maybe she’ll feel any better, maybe the headache she felt because of trying to recall anything, would quiet down.

“Okay,” mumbled she. “I… Think it’d be better."

Victoria nodded. She reviews all the people now in the ward and starts to name them.

“I am Victoria de Angelis, a psychiatrist,” she showed to the man near her. “This is therapist Ethan Torchio, the guy sitting next to you is medicine student Thomas Raggi, and there,” she waved her finger to the priest. “A priest and exorcist Damiano David. We work with any kind of people who in any way, psychologically, emotionally, or physically are or were experienced possession. Does it say something to you?”

Medusa’s temples got tense. It was hard to digest this much information. However, her head started to flash flashbacks. The bridge she fell from… Could it be related to exorcism? Now she realized that whatever reason she felt from that fucking bridge was, it wasn’t suicide. Something frightened her. Medusa shut her eyes, then opened them again. Suddenly, she remembered the pain right before the fall. The pain was tearing. Someone was screaming very loudly, probably, herself. And she remembered words, a lot of words, like prayers. Then she ran away from the building she was in before and fell, that was everything she remembered for now. Did that… Damiano was with her? Or maybe they all? Perhaps her memories were lying to her. Now she couldn’t know if she can trust even her own head. Medusa looked at Victoria, can she trust her? She couldn’t recall what these people were even if they introduced themselves to her. They could lie to her, they could hurt her if they wanted. Maybe they were possessed themselves. Although Medusa was thinking such things, she realized that she didn’t answer Victoria’s question.

“I don’t know,” when she speaks it gets hard to breathe and she could still taste the blood in her mouth. “Probably not.”

Victoria sighed quietly.

“I think she needs special treatment,” said her to Ethan and he nodded.

Hearing this Medusa got confused and liven up a bit, she squirmed heavily.

“What’s the special treatment?” she asked even though it was too hard to do it.

Victoria and Ethan both turned to Medusa.

“Nothing scary, darling,” Victoria consoled her. “It’s just that we are gonna meet you more often from now on, more often than ever, more often than we did the last time, to ensure you a fledged safety.”

“Where I am?” Medusa suddenly felt the itch to know where she was. She got the fact that she was at the hospital but didn’t think about which till now. She remembered that Victoria introduced herself as a psychiatrist, not like the ordinary doctor.

“‘Casa di Cura Samadi’ psychiatry hospital of Rome,” Victoria’s voice was so casual that Medusa actually calmed down a little, even though she found out that she was at the psych ward.

Then Medusa got another thought if she was here and can’t remember anything, she still perceived that she had a family. Mom, dad, and maybe even a sister. They weren’t here. Remembering them was way easier, even though it seemed that they were light-years away from her, hiding somewhere in the corners of her brain. She wanted to know where they are now and how long she didn’t see them.

“Where are my parents?” this question made her voice shudder because she understood that she was afraid of knowing the truth. She wanted to come back to normal life even if now she was only imagining that she has one.

She saw how all four looked at each other. Then all of their glances stick to Damiano as if he should explain everything to her.

“Your parents…” began saying him. “Are high up above us.”

“Damiano,” said Victoria a little bit angrily. “Just say it so she’d understand.”

Damiano rolled his eyes. As a priest, he was quite weird…

“They’re dead, Medusa. I’m sorry.”

Medusa frowned. If she was in a different situation, a different position, it would be really sorrowful to hear that, but now it was hard to grasp. She even didn’t wanna ask what had happened to them. She felt like the answer wouldn’t cheer her up. Her hands started to itch so she frightened and squeezed her fists. What if she has done something to her parents herself, indeed? Her eyes fearfully stuck to Damiano. It was he who told her that her parents are dead. It means he knows more. But even though the fear to hear something she wouldn’t like to hear was strong, however, she must know. It was her right.

“But… But… What happened?” she asked. “In… In general?” Because of the blood taste in her mouth, she felt nauseous.

It was a short silence in the ward. All eyes stuck to Damiano again. He probably knew what happened the best. He probably was there when it happened.

Damiano switched position, he sat on the windowsill.

“Should we tell her?” asked his colleagues.

At first, they just shrugged, then nodded. Damiano sighed, he looked Medusa in the eyes. Medusa was looking at him. Her eyes were wet.

“You were possessed,” he explained. “You and your friends arranged the show about the four horsemen of the apocalypse from biblical legend, you thought you were the Death,” he scratched the top of his head as if he knew that what he was about to say will be the most unpleasant part. “You killed your parents and from three of your friends, the only one left — your sister. She’s with us, we have her. Your friends were never possessed, all the time while you thought you were real Death, they were just playing… When the exorcism was performed on you, you succeed to run away from the building, but not for long, when you felt that the demon isn’t in you anymore, you felt empty and jumped off the bridge. That’s all, now you’re here,” he got silent and tilted his head so he could see Medusa’s reaction.

Medusa’s eyes were wide open, she sat just like she was frozen. Her eyes were even wetter, it looked like she was about to cry.

“It’s safe here,” added Damiano comforting. “There’s nothing in you anymore.”

“But…” stuttered Medusa. “I?... Did… Kill them.”

Damiano nodded.

“How?” asked Medusa again.

“It will be better if you wouldn’t know, sweetheart. I’ve told you a lot, it’s enough stress for this time.”

Victoria, Ethan, and Thomas who were listening, now moved a little bit. The nurse sneaked into the ward and turned the light on. It was getting dark outside. So many things started to spin in Medusa’s head. She has a sister but can’t remember even her name.

‘Sweetheart…’ Medusa thought. What kind of relationship she had with Damiano, besides that he was a priest? She felt him a quite warm feeling and attachment, even though she understood that only now. The feeling came unexpectedly, something in Damiano’s movements reminded her of that, but he just changed his legs' position from one to another and crossed his arms on his chest.

Medusa felt tired. Exhausted. She just woke up but her body wasn’t relaxed. But she was afraid to fall asleep, afraid because they could come back. Medusa was used to seeing chimeras in the city between corners of the churches and funny spirits from various epochs, she even used to give them names if they wouldn’t have them already. However, now everything didn’t seem so fun. Now she was scared of them. Damiano, psychiatrist Victoria, and her colleagues will leave now and she’ll be left alone with her horrors again. She didn’t wanna that Damiano leave.

“Well, I think it’s time for us to go,” said Victoria. “You, Medusa, should rest and sleep for real. In case of emergency, the nurse is waking in the hallway.”

Medusa shook her head. Victoria stopped surprised, but didn’t say anything. Damiano also stood as if he was thinking if he should leave or maybe stay. He really saw that Medusa wanted that he’d stay here with her. Finally, he probably decided to leave with others, but he was stopped by the voice of Medusa.

“Damiano,” she said quietly. “Could you stay?”

Damiano smiled gently.

“Well, maybe I can. For tonight,” answered him watching how Medusa calmed down a bit and her worrying facial expression turned into relaxed, and she squinted a little bit as if she’d want to sleep indeed. From her mouth escapes an unwilling yawn.

When they left, Damiano came near the bed and leaned onto the handhold. His sleeves were rolled up and Medusa could see his tattoos.

“So you wanna say something to me?” asked him still smiling.

Medusa lowered her eyes. She wanted to know everything and how it happened. But she didn’t know how she should ask him to tell her this. She wanted that Damiano would be here when she gets sleepy. She felt like he was the only of those people whom she can trust. Is it because he was a priest? Medusa was never this religious to crave the closeness of a priest. she even was afraid of the church, it's teaching, and God. But this man was different, he did something to her that made her want that he wouldn’t ever leave.

Damiano came around the bed and sat near Medusa. He knew exactly what she wanted to know and he knew every single answer, to what she cared about. But he didn’t intend to say anything anyway unless she ask it herself. Damiano guessed that many of those things can frighten her. He was interested can she still see the creatures and spirits that she saw before the exorcism. He squinted and ran his eyes around the corners of the ward.

“Are we alone?” inquired him smiling cunningly and seeing how Medusa die away a little. She didn’t understand what he has in mind, so she nodded cowardly.

“Why?” her iris were moving while she was looking at Damiano, they were full of fear and anxiety. “Someone else… Has to be here?” when she talked her voice was shivering, she didn’t want that someone would interfere between her and Damiano.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“I think there’s nobody here,” her heart was jumping, she felt like something should appear here or that she has to see something. Damiano noticed it and comforted her.

“It’s okay, Dussy, if you don’t see anything in the ward, it means there’s nothing here.”

His words calmed Medusa down. She released a silent sigh full of relief. Her gaze caught Damiano’s hand placed near her hip. She wanted to take it and squeeze it, so she lifted her palm slightly, hoping that Damiano will notice what she wants. She saw a mischievous smirk on his face when he took her palm himself. What a unique priest he was, the thought was flying through Medusa’s brain. When they were sitting in silence for a while, finally Medusa found enough courage in herself to ask:

“What happened to me?”

Damiano lifted his eyebrow.

“I thought I’ve told you what happened to you already.”

Medusa shook her head in disagreement. That what he said was too little for her to understand what happened in very truth. Damiano sighed but not pitiful more like with a little surprise. He considered what he should say.

“You don’t remember what life you lived before jumping off the bridge? Not even a little bit?”

“No,” silently admitted Medusa. “Just I somewhat remember you.”

Damiano’s eyes got wide open for a second.

“What do you remember about me?” asked him with pure curiosity in his voice.

Medusa shrugged. She recalled his aura, maybe a scent or a voice, just like others but way stronger. She remembered… Affection. Dependence. She couldn’t understand it herself.

“Just…”

Damiano chuckled quietly, so Medusa did the same. Her laugh cheered Damiano up and now to be honest he didn’t wanna tell her anything so he wouldn’t ruin her now little bit improved mood. Saw how Medusa slightly smiles, take a breath and lower her eyes. Then she got upset and stuck pleading glance to Damiano again.

“But why?... Did I jump off the bridge?”

Before everything, Medusa used to go to school. It should have been her last year, but on her eighteen birthday, she celebrated with a knife in her hand, against her parents’ and friends’ throats. Now Medusa was a little worried that she could go to jail, she was an adult when she did that after all. But the scariest was the fact that she really did that herself, it seemed even stupidly unreal, incomprehensible and so so sick. When she thought about it her hand starts to shake, and the nausea of the terror begins to pulse in her stomach. Even though she couldn’t perceive it yet, she knew that a few hours will pass and she will start to miss her parents and friends. She knew that she’ll be filled with self-loathing and she’ll start to regret she didn’t die while jumping off the bridge. Which, to be honest, was really very weird. How?

Damiano thought a little, it wasn’t easy to find words that could explain to a girl why she killed so many people.

“You’ve read a book. About four horsemen of the apocalypse, the book marked a deep impression in your brain, just like teenagers start to obsess with tv shows and, well, books as well. Instead of creating a blog on the internet and writing fan fictions, which would be quite weird, because the book was written in the past century, you’ve decided to recreate the plot in the form of a comedy,” Damiano watched Medusa’s reaction to this. She listened with lowered eyes. Damiano could only imagine how she feels. How fucking scared she had to be now. “It doesn’t say anything to you?”

Medusa shook her head once again. She couldn’t recall what kind of book it could be.

“What kind of book that was?”

Now Damiano shook his head a little bit, he slightly smiled and released a small giggle.

“I won’t tell you, because what if you’ll decide to read it again one day.”

“In the form of a comedy?” asked her. “What could that be?”

“Well, the game, small tricks with friends. To neighbors, classmates, family and etc. I don’t think that it was a serious intention to hurt anybody. But playing with such things when you’re in such a mental state as you were then, is really dangerous. Biblical topics aren’t funny after all, they can come true fast if only someone has a wish.”

Medusa got cold. She kind of heard what Damiano said, but her brain didn’t process it. She was distracted by the feeling that there was someone else in the ward. But then she ran her eyes around the room, she didn’t see anything so she came back to Damiano and tried to remember what he was talking about.

“Did I have some illness?”

“Not really,” replied Damiano. “However, you experienced some kind of traumatic events, parents’ divorce, school stress, and difficulties, seasonal depression, and also you showed symptoms of false memory syndrome, which can seriously drive you crazy.”

Medusa nodded, even though she wasn’t sure what that is. She didn’t wanna ask, it would be stupid to ask about feelings you felt yourself. But on the other hand, he was a priest and probably knew what she was feeling better than she did herself. She had no idea what she should ask next, finding out other details was timid.

“Do you want to know more?” asked Damiano as if he had read her mind.

Medusa nodded her head hesitantly. Damiano noticed her confusion.

“Well, we may not speak about it,” he slapped his palms gently on his knees and wanted to stand up. “I think it’s time for you to sleep.”

“No no,” started to protest Medusa. “Tell me more, tell me everything.”

Damiano sat again on the bed.

“It could be disturbing,” he warned.

“I know,” admitted Medusa. “But maybe if you’ll tell me I’ll remember something?”

Damiano shrugged. Medusa noticed that it didn’t seem he’d believe in this.

“Why I didn’t die jumping off the bridge?” Medusa remembered the fact that seemed the most illogical to her.

“Luckyness?” laughed Damiano. “There was still the demon’s power in you that affected you physically. That’s my theory.”

Medusa frowned her eyebrows. That sounded horrible. She squeezed her blanket in her fists. Damiano was talking to her so gently even though he said such terrible things and Medusa started to feel like crying. Tears appeared in her eyes, but they didn’t run. Something scratched in the corner of the ward, behind the nightstand, and Medusa flinched immediately turning to that side.

“What?” asked Damiano and Medusa felt the interest in his voice. He didn’t hear it?

“Nothing…” Medusa lied, not knowing why. “It just seemed to me.”

Damiano nodded incredulously. But his gaze was still stuck in the corner in which Medusa was turning her head. He knew very well that she had heard something there. A girl could have seen supernatural creatures from her birth and Damiano was sure that even after this accident nothing really changed. Even though he sent away the demon which made her think that she was Death and kill people, he couldn’t cure her of this ‘illness’. Not yet. Medusa shivered but still wanted to know what happened next.

“How did it go that... I’ve killed them all?” she asked and even from that word she felt bitterness in her mouth.

“Because of bad being of yours and involving into the role, the demon possessed you, not so hard to grasp, huh?” Damiano grinned, but it wasn’t funny for him, he wasn’t mocking. “When everything started to turn crazy, your parents tried to reach your psychiatrist…”

“Victoria?” Medusa interrupted him, remembering that the doctor who was here not so long ago introduced herself as a psychiatrist. That’s why Medusa felt that she knew her from somewhere.

“Yes,” Damiano agreed. “It’s her. You used to visit her for some time before everything. She used to prescribe you sleeping pills and meds that help you to concentrate at school.”

Medusa was curious why she did badly at school, but she didn’t wanna that Damiano would discontinue telling her what happened to her parents and friends. It was so weird to perceive, how interesting what you felt and what life you had, while you don’t remember anything. The sound from behind the nightstand caught Medusa’s attention again, she curled up cowardly, whatever that was, she was the only one who heard it and she got more and more scared. What if that thing there looks scary, or even worse — it can hurt her? Maybe she should tell Damiano, maybe he could help, he was a priest after all…

“You didn’t like that your parents wanted to help you, usually demons hate when someone is trying to give help to their prey. And your friends got bored playing this game, because whatever you did something always got wrong or unsuccessful, usually what you wanted and never them. Long story short, during one sleepover demon cut through their throats,” Damiano got silent. “Your sister is still alive though, she helped to find doctors and doctors helped to find me. Now you’re clean,” he added.

Damiano wasn’t sure how much he can help saying that she was safe and free from the demon, because knowing that you killed all your loved ones now in any way should feel wrecking. He saw how a single tear dropped down Medusa’s cheek. She sat stuck her eyes to some corner of the ward, but not at the same where she heard the sound. She wasn’t thinking about the creature right there hiding behind her nightstand, she was overwhelmed by the horror which was covered by what Damiano just told her. Perception probably hit hard. One moment Damiano doubted if he did good, however, then came a thought that she deserves to know, she won’t live without any memories and especially this cruel forever. That would be even more inhumane than she felt now.

Prevailed the silence. Medusa began to snort until it became sobbing. Her crying sounds filled the whole room. Damiano looked at her face, how she was covering it, trying to stop dropping tears. Then he gently took her hand and exposed her face. Medusa wasn’t looking him in the eyes, she tried to shut her own as much as possible.

“Dussy, look at me,” comforting and almost lovingly he said to her. “Come on, look…”

Damiano knew that now he couldn’t let a girl out of his sight never. She was the most vulnerable than ever. He also was curious. Curious about what she sees and if he can send it away, even though that not as like the usual demon. He and the group of medics are going to work with this girl as much as it takes.

Medusa didn’t dare to look at Damiano. She didn’t dare to open her eyes in general. She rather doesn’t see anything than know in what reality she was. But Damiano started quietly and softly talking to her.

“I know that it’s insanely scary, but you have to understand that it’s over now… Leave your pain to God. You didn’t do that of your own will, Medusa, I know that you’ll miss your parents and your friends, but we’ll survive that grief and horror. Okay?”

Medusa was shaking her head.

“No…” she said silently. “It can’t be…”

Medusa imagines how she should have done that, how it should have looked like. She, a knife and the blood of loved ones on her hands. All the scariest views were standing in front of her eyes and none of them probably was as scary as it was in reality.

Damiano released a sigh full of sympathy. How else he could have helped her?

“Medusa, you must look at me,” even if he didn’t want to this time his voice sounded demanding and even strict.

Medusa shuddered because of his changed voice tone. She reluctantly and cowardly pulled her hand off her cheeks and hardly met Damiano’s glance. He smiled.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

“I’m scared,” whispered Medusa. She looked at Damiano’s face, it seemed that she was asking for all the possible help and safety that he can provide. Finally, she even decided to admit that, besides everything, she heard sounds from behind her nightstand. “There, behind the nightstand is something… I’m so scared.”

Damiano looked behind it. He was interested in what kind of creature she’d see there, but he didn’t wanna make her look. It was enough stress for this person tonight.

“I understand that you think that what you hear is real, but there’s nothing, trust me. No one can’t hurt you. A little bit unpleasant and that’s it,” he told her. “If you want, I can bless you and the room, if the creature is evil, felt God it’ll leave.”

Medusa snorted and nodded.

“And if it isn’t evil, I’ll still hear it?”

Damiano shrugged.

“Probably, but it couldn’t hurt you.”

Medusa nodded one more time.

“Okay,” said she quietly. “You can… Bless me…” it was a weird word for her, she had never been blessed before. She hasn’t understood how it works, religious classes at school were boring and lifeless, just Damiano looked different to her. He did something to her, she’ll never forget, even though she doesn’t remember how it happened.

Damiano switched his position. He leaned back and the dignity that was inherent to a priest appeared in him, but at the same time, he seemed relaxed and calm. He lifted one hand and made a cross sign in front of Medusa.

“In the name of Father, and the Son and Holy Spirit. Amen,” said he gently and then softly touched Medusa’s forehead with his thumb drawing there a small cross.

Medusa feeling his finger on her forehead closed her eyes and blushed. Down her cheek dropped an unwilling tear again.

“Here you go,” smiled Damiano. “Now you could sleep in peace.”

Medusa opened her eyes and quickly swiped her tear with her baby pink pajama’s sleeve. She didn’t know how she should feel. Will Damiano leave now? She didn’t want to sleep alone, even if nurses were waking in the hallway, Damiano was her small land of safety, at least for now. She still could hear the sound but she calmed down knowing that she has to trust Damiano. No one could hurt her while he was here, and that was the reason why she didn’t wanna him to leave. Horror about the parents and friends had come in waves, making her flinch.

“Are you going to leave?” asked her with fear. She was scared of a positive answer. “Please stay,” added quickly.

It’s going to be hard for Medusa to sleep. Seemed the night was full of nightmares. She needed, that someone would be here beside her when she’ll woke up at night not knowing where she is and screaming in pain with every flashback. She was so scared of it, but that was what gonna follow her for no one knows how long. Maybe for decades, maybe for whole her life, and even after death…

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Damiano comforted her.

Medusa released a sigh of relief. She adjusted her pillow and lay down. She was still looking at Damiano, at his face, and saw how he smiles. Then she gathered enough courage to take his hand again, but this time herself. His palm was so soft and warm. She squeezed it hard, and Damiano wasn’t resisting. Medusa closed her eyes, if he’ll be here and held her hand, maybe she will succeed to sleep for real, maybe the nightmare will be easier.

“You’ll be here while I sleep?” asked Medusa again, she wanted to be sure.

“Yes yes, I’ll always be here,” he calmed her down. She squeezed his hand so hard that he even felt pain, but he didn’t mind. Let the girl settle down.

Damiano knew that now they’ll spend so much time together. He knew that now he has to protect her from she wouldn’t be doing any bad things. Now he was about to take her with him and be her protector for as much time as it takes.

A/N: This is a very first fic I've ever written. The story will go on :) Thank you for any kind of attention. ❤️

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