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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PREVIOUS LESSONS:

✨FIRST LESSON ✨SECOND LESSON

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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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Omg yaaas prompts are BACK ❤️ may I pls request number 16 "I missed you like I never missed anyone before." it made me think of the meaning of The Loneliest… what if it’s Damiano coming back from the writing session in LA and showing the reader the song

“I missed you like I never missed anyone before.”

Damiano + angst/fluff

There’s a fog over the airport when he arrives. When you hope he arrives. Worse, yet: Even if he does, you have no certainty whether he wants to see you or not. You can’t even being to describe how that’s making you feel.

You watch as the planes take off and land, one after the other, so many people, everyone with their own little stories, going somewhere, going home. You wonder how many have knots in their stomachs similar to yours. How many are on the way to the unknown. Who aren't sure who will greet them when they arrive. How it might change their lives, or not at all.

The arrivals hall is busy, bustling with people, the sound of suitcases being moved over the smooth floor, announcements echoing, mothers crying, children screaming in play or displeasure, lovers kissing, being reunited or torn apart. You wonder which one will be happening to you today.

The arrivals screen changes to “landed” where his flight is listed. Your heart drops, misses a beat, then comes back to life with twice the force. The uncertainty makes you feel like throwing up. You've always been the type to get queasy with anticipation and nerves. Only, you miss the times it would happen with the widest smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach, happily taking all the physical symptoms in the eyes of the excitement of him coming back home to you. Now it was pure anxiety.

The time until the first passengers walk through the doors and into the hall takes an eternity. It leaves you with too much time to think. Nothing else will occupy your time enough not to let your thoughts drift.

A break. You can’t even recall whose deranged idea it was. A fight that escalated in ways it never had before. You didn’t want to get loud and mean and unfair. Neither did he. It wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about you. It was the situation, it was his job, it was your responsibilities keeping you away from him, it was his accusation of not making enough of an effort and yours of not making compromises. It seemed silly the very second the fury had subsided. But the bad taste in your mouth lingered. A break. A chance for both of you to figure out what you want. A three-week trip away from home for him, three weeks of physical pain from the intensity of missing him.

You can’t count how many times you found yourself wondering if he was missing you too. At all. You had no way of knowing. Both of you had agreed to no contact. Take the time to really think things through. Find out if you still wanted each other in your lives and if yes, in which way. Pure torture. You even refrained from contacting the rest of the band, unwilling to bring any of them into your weird, messed-up situation. Only one message had reached you.

Our flight back gets in at 7 pm tomorrow.

You thanked the heavens for Vic. You still aren’t sure if he knows about the text at all, but that’s the least of your current worries. For now, you’re here. For now, you’re waiting for him.

You hate the way the sliding doors keep closing after each passenger, leaving you anxious and impatient for it to open again, just to see another stranger’s face. You still stare at each and every one of them intently, as if you could find him in their features, or gather any knowledge about him at all.

Ethan appears first. He spots you quickly, to your own surprise, since there are multiple people waiting for loved ones and business contacts and you’ve taken to hiding in the crowd. The fear of getting rejected while standing front row for all of these people to see was too humiliating. Ethan gives you a quick wave, puts his sunglasses on, and leaves. You assume he’s looking for their driver. You passed him by earlier but resigned to standing far away from him.

Thomas and Vic walk through the doors at the same time, she’s animatedly talking, hands moving around as much as possible with a heavy-looking bag in tow, he seems tired and not quite in tune with her energy. He spots you too and you can see him change course, direct his feet toward you, but Vic intervenes, a quick look over her shoulder, a soft smile for you, then she pulls Thomas away.

Then he’s there.

Damiano.

The love of your life. The one that left you wondering if you were his too.

He looks rougher thank you’ve ever seen him. And you’ve been there for a lot. He’s wearing a baseball cap and it’s pulled down into his face so much you would have missed him if you hadn’t been looking out for him in particular. You can still make out the dark circles under his eyes, pale skin that looks like he hasn’t been taking care of himself. There’s no energy in his step and he doesn’t look up.

But you need him to see you.

Stepping forward is all it takes. As if drawn in by an innate knowledge of you being around, he looks up, scanning his surroundings for the first time. It only takes a moment before he’s looking straight into your eyes. He doesn’t hesitate as he sets off your way. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re convinced you’re in danger of passing out.

But then he reaches you, his bag dropped and forgotten, and his arms wrap around you so tightly it feels like he’s attempting to make you a part of him. You don’t resist at all, molding against his chest, biting back the tears you don’t want to see on your face in a public setting.

“I-” His voice is hoarse and he immediately stops himself but you assume it’s not just because he sounds off. His eyes flicker away from your face, unable to ignore the people gawking around you. “Not here. Can I- can I take you home?”

You would love to tell him with a kiss. You nod instead.

Your eyes are scanning over the page, struggling to make out any single thought that has been put down on it, and for once it’s not due to Damiano’s handwriting. Your brain is clouded with panic and fear of rejection, you’ll be the saddest part of me, a part of me that will never be mine, words crossed out and re-written, underlined and hasty, the paper slightly crumpled at the edges, it’s torturous. You’re not entirely sure what to make of it, how to sort your thoughts. When you look up at Damiano from your spot on the couch, he’s pacing.

“I couldn’t write about anything but you,” he finally says. “The break… I wasn’t sure if I would see you again. I was completely prepared to have to beg and cry and fall on my knees for you to give me another chance.”

He crouches down in front of you now, holding out his hands to you. You take them immediately as relief floods his eyes.

“And I… I missed you like I never missed anyone before. And this,” he says, only briefly removing his hand from yours to point to a specific passage, “is all I want you to know.”

Cause I don’t even care about the time I’ve got left here The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it With you, with you, nobody else here

It’s only when you laugh that you realise you’ve started crying. Damiano looks up at you, startled, already wiping away the tears from your cheeks.

“That’s awfully dramatic,” you say with a smile on your face. Your eyes are still watering but the weight has been lifted off your whole body, not just your chest. You feel so light, you’re convinced anything is possible right then and there. Damiano can’t keep the chuckle in either.

It’s not over. There’s a future. He missed you like you missed him. You can do this.

You grab his head into your hands and pull him toward you, finally, finally, putting your lips on his.

“I love you,” you mumble against him.

“I love you,” he replies.

“Good,” you grin, pressing another kiss on his mouth. “Only promise me one thing.”

“No more breaks?” he offers with a laugh.

“Well, that too, but I thought that was a given.”

“Anything you want, amore.”

“Record that song.”

Trick or Treat

Pairing: Vampire!Ethan x Human!Reader x Demon!Thomas Summary: There's nothing hotter, more dangerous or more heartwrenching than spending a night with a vampire and a demon. Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: Smut, it's a demon and a vampire with a human Other: Wanted to write some Halloween smut and there will be another silly story on Halloween itself. Maybe something inbetween but I'm not gonna promise that. 🦇👻🎃🦇

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Every year their annual Halloween party is on the day of the closest full moon to Halloween. Last year it was during the Blood Moon, to Ethan's and Thomas' delight. This year it falls onto the Darkest Depths Moon in early November, to Thomas' and Ethan's delight. It can only fall on these two options, you figured out, and guessed that Ethan and Thomas would be delighted anyways. They are excited for Halloween and to be normal between all people around. Ethan's sharp vampire fangs a cool feature for any costume, not hiding them away, like he usually does. Thomas' ever changing eye colour a prop no one questions at a Halloween party. Finally he can let the colour change how his eyes want to, let them flicker when he's excited instead of surpress it, and not only play around with his human eye colour that changes with the weather and sometimes with his mood but not quite as they want to.

"Nice costume," Victoria says when you open the door for her and she sees you in your pink ensemble, pink jacket, pink pencil skirt with a slit, the black sunglasses with the pink shades and the plush dog you are carrying with you which you put into a pink and purple sweater, "Elle Woods."

You laugh: "Thank you, likewise, you look hot."

"Hmmm," she doesn't look too convinced. Which isn't like Vic, she's standing in front of you as a nun. A really sexy version of a nun, you have to admit, which makes her disappointment even more confusing. Her habitat dress is short, showing off her legs and her thighs, the top part out of black sheer, showing her bare boobs underneath, flowy bell sleeves and a white scapular collar - both also out of sheer. To top her outfit of, she has a veil on her head and a cross necklace around her neck, you are sure you have seen it on Thomas before. "I wanted Thomas to go as my little demon toy but he told me, he found something better when I was already getting dressed. What better is there than playing possessing a nun?"

The moment you open your mouth to tell her how much that sucks but that you will happily offer her your vampire boyfriend, Thomas is walking down the stairs. All words in your brain die the second you see him.

"Oh great, you could have told me sooner." Vic says when she sees him, "Now you two are matching. Two iconic blondes out of movies. Cher and Elle, Clueless and Legally Blonde. Thank you, Thomas, you asshole."

Your gaze lingers on his long legs. The white stockings, the really short yellow tartan skirt, his hairy thighs. The matching yellow tartan blazer, he went for nothing underneath. You can see how his eyes flicker with excitement when he looks at you and Vic and does a little twirl.

"You look great!" You assure him - he does, you swallow. Vic only groans next to you.

"You do," Vic has to admit as well, "If you wouldn't have left me hanging."

"Sorry!" He smiles at her shyly, pulls his skirt down a bit and changes the topic. "Who are we waiting for?"

Your group decided to meet up at Ethan's place, you staying over most of the time when he's home. Thomas securing himself Ethan's guest room because Ethan's maisonette is closer to the place the party takes place. Vic deciding to come over so you can go together and Damiano driving himself and his girlfriend directly to the party, without any stops.

"Only Ethan," you say. "I probably have to help him with his wings."

"I'll go," Thomas is already skipping up the first stairs. You can't help yourself to look at his legs again, skirt swinging. It doesn't take him long to come back down, ten minutes you talk with Vic, and he's there again. You can see that there's lipgloss on his lips now that wasn't there before, subtle eyeshadow and mascara on his lashes. "He still needs a few minutes and then we can goooooo."

"Let's play a little game until then," Vic looks at you, "Ethan, Damiano, Thomas - fuck, marry, kill?"

"What?" You look at her in turn, she smirks at the shock on your face.

You can feel how you're blushing, Thomas is blushing as well. He radiates heat even more than usually. A thing you got used to quickly after meeting him when you got together with Ethan. Kind of a shock, to first fall in love with a vampire and then being introduced to his demon friend, he's in a band with. You had an ordinary life before, nothing do with the supernatural - even though you were interested. Who couldn't be interested in something so special, not everyone gets to see. Thomas is always hot to the touch, always heating up a room when he's in it. You don't know, how many times you already cuddled up into his arms when you were cold. It's such a difference to how cold your boyfriend feels under your touch. But Thomas feels always cold himself - I think, I just radiate it everywhere, I don't keep it in. I'm always fucking cold. While Ethan is always feeling hot, whatever the weather - I keep all the heat in, I'm always warm.

"It's okay, you can say that you want to kill me, sink me to the bottom of the ocean, ram a dagger into my heart, a cruxifix." Thomas' eyes change from normal to a red blazing gaze to deep black and back to normal again, he smirks. "But I'm not that easy to kill."

Of course - you're a demon. And it instantly gets you heated too - it shouldn't, you think. Then Ethan gets down the stairs, you think you can avoid giving Vic an answer now. You don't want to kill any of them off, not even for Vic's mindfuck game question. Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you see him. He's in white wide-leg sheer trousers, a cropped white blazer with golden stars on it, like Thomas he went for nothing underneath. He has a black glittery smokey eye, that looks a little bit to good on him, like the dark red lipstick he put on and instead of a halo, he wears a flower crown out of white lilies and roses. When he smiles, you can see his pointed teeth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how Thomas longingly stares at his big, feathery, fluffy wings - they are black.

"You look so stunning," you have a closer look at his make up when he stands beside you. Carefully you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"And you can be my sidekick." Vic looks at him happily. "As Thomas, the idiot here, isn't matching anymore, but we would be the perfect fit."

"We're ready to go then."

"No," Vic says, "We aren't. Your partner in crime here still has to answer a question."

"I won't be offended, I promise." Thomas says, "I'm not gonna haunt you or something like that."

"What question are we talking about?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck, marry, kill. You, Damiano, Thomas."

"What an interesting question." Ethan looks at you. "I would like to know the answer as well."

"Marry Ethan."

"Obviously." Vic and Thomas say simultaneously, Ethan next to you laughs.

"Kill," you swallow, "Damiano."

You can feel, how Ethan looks at you. You can see, how Thomas' eyes flicker for a few seconds - then they turn completely white which is new, before you have to look away.

"That only leaves Thomas to fuck," Vic points out - you're sure, you are all aware, "Guess humans are too boring."

You wouldn't say that humans, like Vic and Damiano, are too boring but she has a point, you have to admit. After getting together with a vampire, Ethan being the gentlestest soul you have ever known, you wouldn't go back. There's so many stories he can tell, so much wisdom, so much fun, you wouldn't change it for the world, even when you're aware of the danger. What's a little danger for all the fun you can have? Maybe she's right, they are too boring. Thomas draws you in like a moth is drawn by the lights, you would have chosen Thomas anyways.

"We can leave then," Vic says and smirks at you and then at Thomas who nervously plays with the hem of his skirt, "Thanks for the interesting answer. Who would have known?"

Somehow you all didn't think about the fact, that Ethan's wings won't fit through the doors. It ends in a lot of giggling, Vic and you going out of the door first, grabbing one wing each carefully, and getting him through the door, while Thomas looks on. You know, you could have taken them off again, but where's the fun in that. On the way, people look at him, he hits some people with his wings and apologises profoundly to each of them. Going into the bar, Ethan, Vic and you repeat the same procedure as to get him out of the house.

You are already sweaty from dancing with Vic and Ethan when you get yourself a new drink later in the night, Ethan and Vic in the toilets to reapply Ethan's make up. Thomas went to look for Damiano when you arrived earlier, you have only seen him dancing with a girl and some guy laughing at his eyes during the evening. But sometimes, you can feel the heat creeping up on you but you can't see him anywhere. Like now, and then there's arms wrapping around your waist. Thomas' chin on your shoulder, his warmth is giving you the chills.

"You didn't have to say that just because Damiano wasn't there." His breath is hot against your ear. His body too close to yours, you shiver. It's too hot, to be cold but it shakes you to have him so close. Thomas doesn't step back when you turn around in his arms.

"That wasn't the reason, Thom."

"You sure? That wasn't a lie?"

Shuffling even closer, he puts one of his hands on your cheek. All his heat flowing through your body. Out of nowhere there's a quiet peng and Ethan stands next to you. Thomas startles a little and draws himself back, looking at Ethan apologetically.

"You don't have to stop just because of me." Ethan grins, puts one hand on your ass and pinches slightly.

Thomas looks at both of you unsure, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip.

"Oh, I know this look." Ethan says, "That earlier wasn't a lie. I know."

And then, with a snap of his fingers, he's gone again, leaving you behind. Behind with a Thomas that looks at you nervously.

"I'll never get used to him doing this," he says.

Before there can be said anything else, the girl he danced with earlier turns up to get him. He leaves a light, hasty, sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. Then he's gone and you're on your way back to Ethan again. You always find him, he makes it easy for you, you always find him when he wants to be found, your feet are just leading the way, when you want to turn the wrong direction they always stop and push you into the correct one. Another weird thing, you had to get used to. Magical but nonetheless, weird. Some clichés you had about vampires ruined during this time - No garlic? I'm Italian; No churches? I'm Italian; All lies. Sunlight just slightly hurts but with the right SPF everything is possible. You learned some new things as well, like this. It doesn't take long, he's sitting in a corner on a plush sofa.

"I thought, he isn't your type." Ethan says when you sit down next to him.

"He isn't." You draw circles and stars on his exposed stomach with your finger. "But have you looked at him?"

"Yes, babe. I see him every day." He smirks. "And he can be the goodest boy or a little shit, maybe we should find out …"

How that would translate into having him in your bed, you think.

Ethan's smirk gets even wider.

"Heeeey, get out of my head," you complain but laugh, "You intruder."

"Sorry. But I would really like to stay here for a bit longer, if you don't mind. They taste delicious today."

You let him. He's talking about your thoughts, you know. Ethan's species of vampires can read the minds of their loved ones, a feature only a vampire in love possesses, you learned this as well. They can feed on blood and thoughts. Ethan never takes advantage of it, usually he asks if he's allowed in, tries not to intrude or make it his advantage that he knows what you are thinking. But you also know, that sometimes, like today, his vampiristic traits want to take over because this is yet another thing you learned. The most vampire thing is for them to gather knowledge about the things surrounding them.

"We should try getting him there." He places a kiss to your temple.

Besides Ethan building up the heat in your core, with whispering dirty things into your ears, grazing your neck lightly with his fangs - leaving faint lipstick stains behind - or commenting on Thomas' long legs in that skirt, the night goes and ends with any further accidents. You almost think, that Thomas went home with the girl earlier but when Ethan and you're gathering your stuff, he's there to leave together with you.

For some reason, you get Ethan out of the door and into his home, the same way you got him out earlier in the day, instead of taking the wings off. Thomas watches when you take the wings off Ethan's shoulders. You can see the longingly stare again.

"I miss my wings," he says when he sees your questioning face. He wraps his arms around himself. "They were the fluffiest wings, with the softest feathers, and the most comforting. It was nice to wrap them around myself or to wrap them around others."

You look at Ethan, who nods and you go to Thomas to hug him sideways, leave a kiss in his hair: "I'm sure, you had the most beautiful wings in heaven, but I'm also sure, you're the hottest and cutest demon in hell."

Thomas blushes, before he excuses himself and says that he'll be back in a few minutes. You can hear how the wind is getting louder outside, how it whistles through the windows. You had a feeling it would rain all day. Sitting down next to Ethan, who still wears his flower crown, he almost automatically pulls you into his lap. He kisses you passionately, lets his hands wander over your hips, under your top to caress your back. You can hear how the rain starts dropping against the windows, before Thomas comes back into the living room.

"I should go to bed in my room," Thomas says when he sees you sitting on top of Ethan.

"Or you could join us in ours," Ethan says against your lips - but he isn't looking at you. "If you're interested."

You can't see Thomas' reaction behind you, but Ethan pulling you in for another kiss, wilder then the one before, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sneaking his hand under your skirt and Thomas breath hitching gets it away. When you get up from the couch, you can see how Thomas' eyes flicker with excitement and how he licks his lips. You leave a kiss on his lips. You're the first leaving for the bedroom - Ethan and Thomas staying behind to smoke a cigarette - Ethan slapping your butt lightly on the way out. You aren't complaining, it gives you time to undress yourself, except for your black and golden panties and to get comfortable on the bed - even a little bit too comfortable. You let your hands wander over your own body, down to your stomach and into your underwear, you close your eyes. You can feel that you're getting wet and when you lightly touch your clit, you let out a loud moan. And another moan when you can hear the door click, seconds later feel Ethan's hand in your hair.

"You playing with yourself?" Ethan whispers into your ear. At the same time, his other hand takes the same way, your own did before. Down your neck, a calloused thumb gliding over your nipple, further down over your stomach, he draws a circle around your navel before dipping his hand into your panties. Touching you only lightly, you try to buck up your hips, to get more of his touch. Instead of getting more he takes your hand and pulls it out of your panties. An unhumanly hot tongue around your fingers is the next thing, you can feel, it has you open your eyes. Ethan holds your wrist in a tight grip, while Thomas enthusiastically and sloppily sucks on your fingers. He moans around your fingers and his eyes turn white again. You have already seen it one time before today. First you thought, it's only another way his excitement shows and it is. But he's not only excited, he's aroused. It has you moan as well. With a loud plop he lets them go. Before you can pull them back, Ethan licks over your fingers as well, his tongue cold. You shiver.

Ethan gets his hands back into your hair and pulls you up on your knees. Slowly you take off Ethan's blazer, kissing over his toned muscles, his skin feeling cold to your touch. Just when you kiss his nipple, you can feel another hand in your hair, long fingers. Thomas pulls you into a filthy kiss - it's a lot of tongue, his tongue hotter than anything you have ever felt, pulling your hair as he pleases. You take off his blazer, his skin hot under your fingertips. Under your tongue, when you let it wander over his neck artery, when you lick and bite into his stomach. Next to you, Ethan takes off his trousers without making a big show out of it. Thomas puts hands on the waistband of his skirt to get it off as well, you look up to him, lips still on his warm stomach. When he sees your face, he stops himself, instead he only takes off his briefs and leaves the white stockings and the skirt on.

"Trick or Treat?" Ethan asks.

"What's the treat?" you want to know.

"A surprise."

"And the trick?" you ask.

"You'll have to find out," he looks at you and smiles.

"Trick!"

"Good girl!" It's coming from Thomas, not what you expected. You expected Ethan would be the trick as you can have him as a treat every day, but you apparently where mistaken.

You put a hand on his thigh, under his skirt, your head follows and you leave kisses all over his upper thigh. He radiates so much heat, you moan. But before you can put your lips around his dick, he pulls you back by your hair.

"No cara, I don't want you to burn yourself like that."

You swallow, when you look at him. If he thinks, he runs too hot to blow him, how hot is he going to feel other places, when he …

Ethan getting behind you on the bed, snaps you out of your thoughts. He's sitting against the headboard, he looks beautiful, his long black hair with the white flowers - otherwise naked - pulling you with him between his legs. His skin touches yours, his cold skin against yours that feels more and more heated thanks to Thomas. It has you whimpering, going from one opposite to the other. Getting down on the bed, Thomas' skirt slips a little bit and he bats his lashes at you when he readjusts it.

"Spread your legs for him," Ethan whispers and bites into your earlobe, almost nibbles on it. You do spread your legs, Thomas coming closer, skirt slightly swinging before he is between your legs, puts his warm hands on your waist and his hot lips on your shoulder, lipgloss sticks to your skin. "Can I stay in your head?"

Yes, he can stay. You want him there, you trust him. It is never an unpleasant feeling, just feeling his presence on another level. You know, he wants to because this is new, because Thomas is there. You wonder if this would work with him as well, with a demon. Ethan laughs against your ear while Thomas sucks on your neck until he left a hickey and looks at you: "I can't read your mind."

"Sorry," you pull him up to kiss him, "I was just wondering, if this would work with you too, Ethan getting into your thoughts?"

"I probably would have to leave him in," he tilts his head, "I don't think he can otherwise do it or … not sure if that would work at all."

Thomas is kissing down your neck again, between your boobs, then your thighs, leaving more sticky lipgloss - the right one first, then the left one. You are writhing in Ethan's arms. Thomas kisses the fabric of your panties, licks over the fabric and then lightly sucks at your clit through the fabric. Slowly, so slowly, he's taking your underwear off, lets it glide off your legs. Then he puts his lips on your clit again, drawing circles, before moving down and licking over your entrance, licking into your pussy. Pushing his tongue in and out, still so slowly. Sloppy, sticky, hot - you're sure the lipgloss is completely off his lips now.

"How does that feel?" Ethan still asks even though, he knows. He can see all your thoughts, he knows how it feels for you what Thomas is doing with you.

You grab for Ethan's arm, clawing at it - pressing your nails into his skin. The heat is travelling through all of your body, your toes curling in pleasure: "Hot, good, so good. God, god fuck, it feels so hot."

You enjoy it, but it's so much, you yank at his hair to get him off. It's too much, too hot. You feel like burning. From the outside and the inside.

"Sorry," Thomas looks up at you - your hand still in his hair, "I'm trying not to overheat."

One second ago, you thought how it is too hot but you want him to be what he is, to not restrict himself. To show his demonic self. You can hear how Ethan says something to him but you can't register what is being said. Thomas is even getting a bit warmer on top of you, pressing his warm lips to your throat again. Ethan sneaks his arm around you, between Thomas' and your body. Thomas whimpers, Ethan's cold hand also touching his skin before he lets his fingers dance over your skin. He pushes one of his cold fingers into you, cooling you down, it's soothing, and then a second one. Until Thomas adds one of his slim nimble, and above all hot, fingers. Hotter than before. You wish, he would put his tongue somewhere on you again. Ethan pulls Thomas by his hair to your nipple - he puts his mouth on you. He licks over your nipple and then switches to the other one. You whine when Ethan pinches the one Thomas isn't grazing his teeth over, cold slowly taking over again, while Thomas sucks on your other one.

He lets go of your nipple, and sits up. Thomas lifts his skirt playfully. Shows you a bit of skin, shows his hairy thighs, lets it fall down again. Plays with his stockings, then lifts his skirt completely. He's a tease. He teases you even more when he gets between your legs again, pushing his dick between your folds, before he pushes in to you. Thousand little flames are lighting up everywhere in your body. He teases more, pulling back and stopping until you push against him. He still pulls back, grinning at you, before he pushes into you again, harder this time. But he remains playful all the way. Playful and sweet but teasing and passionate. You wonder if it has to do with him being an angel before becoming a demon. There's no time to think about it further, Thomas pushes your legs upwards against your upper body, Ethan ghosting his lips along your neck, probably still leaving light lipstick marks on your skin. It's so hot and he gets so deep, you almost scream and you shake in Ethan's arm. You can't tell if you just came or not. Thomas stops, making sure you are okay, before building up a rhythm. It reminds you of the first time with Ethan, when he played a mindtrick on you - you wanted to try it, but you don't do it often now, passionate but too draining for both of you.

Calm is still washing over you. First you thought Thomas' ways of being calming to be out of place, for a demon of all creatures, but Thomas disagreed with you. Demons have to be calming, or at least know how to be calming because it's easier to possess people, he explained. He chuckled when you pointed out his chaotic tendecies. Everyone has their flaws, he said, even a fallen angel. Sometimes you see how he possesses Vic just for fun and for the chaos that it leads to, Vic an unwilling participant for the most part, always complaining to you it feels like he's trashing her insides but that it's wildly satisfying and mostly she laughs about it with him together when the chaos is over. Otherwise you never asked how possession works or how it looks like or what he's doing as a demon - you trust him nonetheless.

"Are you sure, you should be this trusting," Ethan whispers into your ear, so that Thomas can't hear him, "He's a demon after all?"

Ethan drags his teeth and especially his fangs over the skin on your neck and then over the sensitive skin on your neck. You trust him as well, even though he's a vampire. He wouldn't bite you, drain you, sometimes he just pierces your skin softly with his sharp fangs to get a little taste of blood but never more. Thomas alters his rhythm slightly and gets your full attention back in a heartbeat. You moan, and then you moan into Thomas' mouth, one hand buried in his hair and the other one pulling at Ethan's hair behind you, knocking off the flower crown that was still on his head.

"You should ride him. Thomas deserves a Halloween treat as well, right?"

You turn around together, to get on top of him. Thomas moans, holding you, both of you moving your hips in the same rhythm. The little flames are still dancing - the light of the lamp on the bedside table flickers. Outside is lightning, thunder not too far behind. Thomas is sweaty, he's so unbelievable sweaty under you, his hair a mess, his bangs clinging to his forehead. Sweat on his throat that you lick away, your tongue tingling.

Interested you see how there's black reddish smoke coming from between Thomas' lips but he draws it back before you can get closer. He looks at Ethan.

"I'm not the one you have to ask. If you both want to."

He looks at you again: "Can I?"

"What?" You only have a vague idea.

"Get in you."

You thrust your hips downwards. He chuckles: "Not that kind of in."

He looks at you smiling, tiny bits of smoke still swirling in the air, and you realise that he means possessing you. You nod, you want this, you want to know how it feels. Thomas puts his hand on the back of your neck and then kisses you open-mouthed, the smoke still swirling between you, then leaving Thomas' body to find it's way into yours. If anything else before felt like burning and a thousand little fires, this feels like forest fire settling low in your stomach. On it's way Thomas touches something in you that you can't quite place.

You can feel how Thomas' skin gets colder, his eye colour turning into a pleasant grey-ish green, flickering only lightly. In the same moment, your body heat spikes up. You can feel how your eyes go through the motions like Thomas' before. They flicker because of Thomas' and your own excitement, you go to a dark place when they turn into black orbs, you feel Thomas' passion and wild rage taking over your body when they turn red and they stop at white, you both being incredibly aroused.

This time you can feel your orgasm build up, it's slow. Never did it feel this slow before. Ever. It builds up and up and up, but you don't release. You can't. You want to, but you can't.

"You can let go, it's gonna feel good for both of us."

It sends sparks through your body, Ethan got up and behind you, slowly grazing his fangs over your throat. Thomas pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, draws his demon back, the smoke between you, when you cum and cum and cum. It doesn't stop, it holds on for so long, you almost get dizzy, your head spinning. You crash down over him, he leaves gentle kisses in your hair and on your face while you still shake and whine. And then you can feel how he shakes as well, how he cums and moans into your mouth, his eyes white. The light turns off completely, it turns on again when he holds you in his arm, his breath slowly evening out.

"Vic said this hurts?" you mumble against his lips. You are curious, because it didn't. It didn't hurt, a little unusual. But otherwise there was just blinding pleasure and comfort.

"Yes," he mumbles back, "but you gave yourself willingly and it was for pleasure, not for chaos. She's always so shocked when I do it."

You stay like this, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers, you both breathing together and Ethan behind you drawing a pattern on your back.

"Ethan deserves a treat as well, don't you think?" He chuckles, it's cute. "And he's your treat as well."

You're tired and so calm in Thomas' arms but deep down in your soul you know, that you want to pleasure Ethan as well. And then it hits you, that Thomas touched your soul when he was possessing you. Before them, you never thought about the fact that your human flesh might house something else than organs. But then Ethan came around, a vampire with a soul, who explained that there are such and such, some with and some without - it depends on how they were created. And Thomas, a demon, that shouldn't have a soul but the longer you thought about it, and about your own, you think there's still something like a store somewhere in him. Ethan looks at you for a second, before looking at Thomas, showing him his fangs. Even Thomas seems to be intimidated by them, he recoils.

"I didn't take anything, I swear!"

"You better not."

It reminds you, how dangerous this is. You're between a demon that could do god knows what with your soul and body, burning through your skin, and a vampire that could drain all your blood from you. They wouldn't, you know - you trust them. But the possibility still remains, you shiver. You feel hot all over again. Ethan gives him another look before you get off Thomas with a heavy heart to give Ethan your undivided attention. Getting up, you can see how Thomas' cum is black. Such a stark contrast to Ethan's translucent one you are so used to.

"I thought, you told me, it's normal," Ethan says.

"It is," Thomas rolls his eyes, "Usually it is, I'm not having sex as a demon that often. It's too hard to control myself and only then it happens."

For a second or two, you ask yourself how that would look like, Thomas not controlling himself. In your bed. You bite your lips, Ethan growls at him and Thomas' eyes turn the darkest black you've ever seen, then a blazing shade of red before going back to normal. You kiss Thomas again, before Ethan pulls you back and kisses you possessively, leaving lipstick behind. He lays you down on the bed again, your head hitting the mattress - Thomas pulls your head onto his thigh, you leave a kiss on his skin and play with the hem of his skirt.

Ethan spreads your legs, he kisses you, cooling you completely down when he thrusts into you. He finds a rhythm quicker than Thomas, being used to you, to your needs, probably still being in your head, knowing exactly what you want. His thumb slowly circling your clit - Thomas slowly carding his fingers through your hair. Biting your tongue, you can taste the metallic taste of blood. Ethan kisses you, his lipstick already smudged, lets your tongues swirls together, moans when he gets blood on his tongue.

Ethan has more strength than Thomas and he shows it off, fucking you into the mattress. He's not letting you cum. He makes it look like, it's your choice but all three of you know that it's just show. It's his decision, not really yours anymore but one time he doesn't stop you.

"When you cum, Thomas can use the paddle on you." It gets you so excited, you almost don't stop yourself. "Or you can use it on him, whatever is worse."

In the end, you do control yourself, when you see Thomas looking intimidated, his eyes going wide. But you also see interest flashing in his eyes. Even more interest and fascination reflects on his face when Ethan bites into your throat, exactly where Thomas left a hickey earlier, he's still fucking you, and draws blood from you. Cold lips on your throat, your eyes are rolling back, Thomas licking his lips. Ethan cums before you, still sucking on your throat but it doesn't take you long to follow.

All three of you are a cuddle pile, exhausted. There's Thomas' sticky lipgloss everywhere, Ethan's lipstick - smudged, stains on your skin, dark eyeshadow - wiped away, Thomas' mascara - also smudged. You know, that you don't look any better, you're happy.

"You really didn't take anything?" Ethan wants to know again, he wants reassurance for something. He puts his hands around Thomas' throat, you putting your hands on his forearm, and he loosens his grip.

"I wouldn't, I would never! You know that!"

Ethan gets his hands off then, looking at him apologetically and whispering a silent sorry.

"What are you taking?" You ask, you put your arm around his hips, your other one around Ethan's. You know a lot about vampire lore and Ethan's history but you still don't know that much about him, you would like to know more.

"The souls of people who made a pact with Satan. And … Some here and there, consensually, of course. I would never take some for myself when my opposite doesn't want to give. And I would never only take a part of it," he looks at Ethan angrily. It seems like he was accused of a greater crime than just taking a soul.

"Why?"

Thomas sighs, and Ethan sighs as well.

"Some demons only take parts of human souls, it fucks them up completely, it's worse than when you just take them whole, it makes most humans go insane and …," he swallows, "Some of them just have fun feasting on the best chunks. I wouldn't. I only touched because it looked so pretty and warm, I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm sorry too, I'm just protective." He presses a kiss to Thomas' sweaty forehead - leaving a smudged lipstick stain there as well, to his sweaty bangs and you do the same.

"What happened to your wings?" Your own curiosity is taking over now, Ethan caresses your shoulders and Thomas takes your hand for a short moment.

He rolls out of bed, still dressed in the yellow skirt, the white stockings slipped down. Ethan is behind you, holding you securily in his arms. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the little oh Ethan breathes into your ear.

Thomas' wings are a dirty grey, some dirt sticking to them, a tiny bit of blood. You can see that he stopped taking care of them a long time ago, but for the most part, you see that his wings are clipped. It breaks a piece of your heart to see it, and this is new, you can feel something break in Ethan too. Snap - just like that. It's a weird moment to know something like this, but in this moment you know that you two belong together. And still Thomas' wings are one of the most beatiful things you have ever seen.

"Could I touch them?" You don't want to be rude but the feathers are drawing you in like a magnet.

"They are dirty," he blushes.

"We can wash them," you offer.

"We all have to shower anyways," Ethan says, "You can go, I'll do the bed first."

You get him under the shower and Thomas shudders and shakes his wings at you when the water is still too cold for him, hits his wings and then your face, you laugh. Carefully you wash them with a soft sponge you found hidden deep in Ethan's bathroom cabinets.

"Why did you become a demon?" There's still the fear to overstep but he seems open for the conversation.

"You know why Ethan turned? Same reason, but I did it out of my own will."

Love. That was the reason.

Ethan was a normal person at the beginning of the 1800's. He opened one of the first bookshops in Italy. You suspect that his old love for books as a human only amplified the love for knowledge a vampire has even more in his undead life. He was in love with a girl who wasn't allowed to see him, because her father thought she could have something better than him. So they met during dark nights, having dinner together in fields. Until one night, he didn't make it home. He died that night on the way home. He fell, his oil lamp falling with him, catching his feet and the next day only his corpse could be found. The girl felt deep guilt and blamed herself, like Ethan having a knack for the occult, she searched the hidden section in his bookstore until she found something interesting. She had a cat jump over his corpse to become a vampire. It looked like it didn't work but three nights later, he was standing in front of her, in one piece, no burn mark except one on his body, with fangs and an unquenchable thirst for blood. You asked how he felt with it but he reassured you, that it was absolutely fine; he can't remember the way home, or dying, there's no trauma. Just a pair of fangs - could have been worse.

"Can I ask what happened? Who did this to you?"

"I played dice with Satan to safe the soul of a loved one. I … I lost. So I gambled my own soul, to have another chance at it. I won, she released the soul of my loved one but kept mine instead. I should have read the fine print on which conditions she would have play me again, I was never suppossed to get both back. But stupid trusting me having faith, went for a another game, I already lost my soul and already knew I would be cast out of heaven. She offered me that she'll let me go, live a soulless life with my loved one, but leave us and any offspring past that alone, forever. I went for it, it went okay, I was finally lucky until I wasn't and I lost. In return she kept me in hell for fifthy years and had the pleasure to turn a fallen angel into a demon unwillingly." He looks at you, and you look back, carefully washing away at his wings. "She cheated on me, she played with a loaded dice."

"Was it -, was it for another angel?"

"No, she was human, like you or Vic. She lived a long and fulfilled live, had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids and so on over the years. She died a long time ago, but I still visit the family from time to time. I'm still always invited for birthdays." He smiles at you sadly. "I … I would do it again, you know. I would always do it again, if it means she had a peaceful happy life in the end, I would do it."

"I'm sorry." You don't know what else to say. You remember some yellowed, old looking photographs in Thomas' wallet, you can have a guess now that this is her family and somehow his as well.

"It's not too bad, it could be worse," he smiles, "I love the chaos I can cause, I could have never in heaven, even when I would have liked too and I would have liked to, believe me, and some things are more of a perk than a burden. It's okay, trust me."

Ethan joins you in the bathroom as well, he washes his face first, before having a look into the shower.

"You okay in here?"

"Yes," you smile at him, "Could you just hold that wing, he always moves it when I touch there, I just can't clean that one spot."

Ethan does you the favour, smiling at Thomas, who in turn isn't having it at all. His wing is flapping again and he splashes Ethan with water that drops out of the feathers.

"Lets try the other way around," you say and hold Thomas' wing again, "Can you clean it?"

The sponge hits Ethan' face - Thomas giggles.

Ethan somehow does manage and you finally get out of the shower. All clean, getting wrapped into warm and fluffy towels.

"Sorry that these are still grey."

"Don't worry, they won't get any better, they are supposed to be a shiny silver but that's long gone."

"It's still a lovely colour." You kiss the tip of his nose.

Ethan kisses your cheek: "We can have some tea in bed and I stole some cake from the party."

You raise his eyebrows at him, sounds more like a Thomas' thing to do.

"I'm full of surprises! It's shaped like little bats, how could I not?" He laughs and you kiss him lovingly. Thomas looks at the floor, you kiss him as well. Not because you feel sorry for him, but because you want to. Ethan smiles at you both.

You all have tea together in bed, the cake Ethan nicked from the party on a plate between you. You are talking more about Ethan's earlier life, but also about Thomas' earlier life - your head rests on Ethan's shoulder. Thomas tells you something about another stint in hell because he refused to get a soul from someone who didn't want to let it go, but that after this he met Vic. And how he mostly prefers being a chaotic, independent demon over being an angel bound to heaven. It eases you a little bit.

When all the cake is eaten and the teacups are empty, Thomas wants to leave and go to his own bed. Ethan and you look at each other, it's not an option. You pull him back into bed and Thomas smiles shyly at both at you but doesn't complain.

Thomas was right, he has the fluffiest wings, it's the most comforting experience, there's still a thunderstorm outside: You fall asleep with Thomas' wings wrapped around Ethan and your own body.

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Trivia (aka useless facts about this, with me, a section no one ever asked for):

Elle Woods - Legally BlondeCher Horowitz - Clueless Lilies and roses - Lilies represent the Holy Spirit and stand for the link to the afterlife. Roses "attract angels of love" and they strengthen and cultivate new relationships. Bookstores in Italy - The first bookstore in Italy was opened in 1810 in Genoa Legend about Pope Sylvester II - The legend says he played dice with the devil to become pope

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It's cruel to tame a thing that don't know its strength

Victoria De Angelis/Thomas Raggi, Victoria De Angelis/Original Female Character(s), Victoria De Angelis/Original Female Character(s)/Thomas Raggi

Dom/sub / Cuckolding / Pegging / Frottage / Foot Fetish / Subdrop / Oral Sex / Orgasm Control / Aftercare / Kink Negotiation / Friends With Benefits

"So you thought you'd ask me to arrange a scene for him?" Vic asks, as if she wants to make sure, but doesn't wait for an answer. "What about you then? Where would you be?" The answer to that seems crucial to Vic. She feels unsettled by the conversation. Both because of Letizia seemingly showing her true colors and herself getting weirdly close to her friend's relationship. About to cross an important border. “I could watch. Or not, I don’t have to. Whichever you’re comfortable with.”

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gossip ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“ sip the gossip, drink ‘til you choke ”

summary: everyone thinks that lorelei hester ‘lester’ alessandro's character isn’t good for an image of an f1 driver. all because she's more confident in her own body and her trusting relationship with danny ricciardo. she fights her own battles while her boyfriend acts as her moral support idiot. OR lester shows a way to handle the hatred shown to her while danny cheers her up with his typical off-track tomfoolery.

content warning: slutshaming (it's 2023 guys, know better), a whole lot of original characters' interaction w/ other ocs, shitty grammar, brief fandom crossovers (through original characters), explicit language, allusion to smut, supportive and slightly unhinged!danny ric, danny who doesn't like getting called a friend by his own girlfriend, one criminal minds reference, and two haters but let’s multiply them into 100 because I don’t have enough space for new accounts at my app :(

note: i also got some toto wolff content hidden too lol but the characters in that one are connected in some ways. lester is also connected to the characters in my toto series but uh... yeah! enjoy! let me know what you think!

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brief translations from the messages:

tasso di miele = my honey badger

ti amo, il mio tasso = i love you, my badger

mandami dei nudi dopo = send some nudes later?

Hot girls doing hot shit (creating friendships when the patriarchy and the world would rather they be enemies)

Blindfold

A/n:heyyyy loves I am back I just wanted to say this is my first LGBTQ+ story ever so I truly apologize if I do disappoint anyone but I am happy to say that this is my first Vic story and IK I’m make the gays go crazy with this one BUT before we get started I have two new stories coming next in a few days so look forward to that BUT WITH OUT FUTURE A DO LET GET THIS STARTED (y’all saw what I did there 😍🤭) @ellior1111

Warning:swearing, kinks, lesbian sex, handcuffs and blindfolds, and a bunch of smut

Paring: Victoria De Angelis x fem!reader

Summary:your girlfriend Vic decided to have some fun with you. (I don’t think this “story” needs a summary but ahh fuck it.)

Your world was dark. But you could feel Vic’s hands explore your body. Her satisfied moans when her lips touched your skin sounded heavenly. The bed shifted as she moved behind you. Your hands were tied up so you couldn't touch her or yourself. You trusted her though, so you wasn't scared. Her hands moved up to you boobs, giving them a gentle squeeze. You bit your lip, loving how her hands roamed your body. She nibbled on your ear. "Do you trust me?" She whispered. "Always." You replied, feeling turned on. "I promise, this will not hurt." She reassured you. "W-What are you doing?" You heard something click on and buzz to life. You kept quiet, still not sure of what's happening. The bed dipped again and you could feel her body pressed against your back. She left gentle kisses on your neck as something gently clamped onto your tits. You gasped as it started to vibrate. You moaned happily, loving the feeling. "Oh fuck that feels so good." You whimpered. Vic giggled, moving once more. You felt a quick slap to the thigh, telling you to spread them. You spread, moaning from the tit clamps. You felt her warm tongue glide against your pussy. You moaned loudly as she pulled your lower body down onto her face. "Oh my God. Fu~ck. FUCK!" You yelled, wanting more. You curled your toes, wanting more. She kept licking but used her thumb to rub your clit. You was rocking your body back and forth, wanting to reach your climax. Your whimpers and begs grew louder as Vic fucked you with her tongue. The vibration on your nipples and her licking you was all too much. You grabbed the chain you was attached to and screamed, letting yourself cum in her mouth. Vic chuckled, leaving kisses between your thighs. You exhaled happily, as the blindfold came off. "You did such a good job.” Vic whispered, kissing my neck.

A/n:Heyy guys I just wanted to say that this isn’t much of a story it more like a one shot so fuck it my first Vic story and my first one shot❤️🤷‍♀️

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about me 🩸

i go by she/her! i'm a musician, i write fiction for fun, i read (either too much at once or too little), i have an orange cat, i love colours, i like to draw and paint, i love lots of music genres (indie, rock, kpop, classical, jazz...)

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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.”

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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.

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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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Pairing: Ethan x Fem!Reader

summary: you and Ethan have a special bond, but when problems appear, things get painful

word count: 2.1 k

contents: polyamory (kinda), angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, some smut, mentions of not eating, 

author’s note: wrote a little something while i’m trying to come up with some bigger project, i hope you’ll like it 💕

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“Are you sure there’s no other way?” 

Ethan asked quietly, his voice was soft and filled with sadness. A few hours earlier you got a message from your university, that your scholarship has been accidentally granted, and you must return for the final semester to your home country. 

“I emailed them, called and talked to several people. They all said the same thing. I need to go back.” You sat down heavily on his bed and curled up in his lap. His hand immediately found its way to your hair, gently stroking your head.

“I don’t want you to go.” He whispered. 

“I don’t want to go either.” 

You lay there, cuddled up in silence, trying to somehow get used to the thought that in a few days, you won’t have that closeness, you won’t feel each other’s warmth, skin. You won’t be able to smell his shampoo and talk for hours before falling asleep. He was special, the kind of love you’ve seen in movies, and read in books with flushed cheeks, hidden with a flashlight under a blanket. You weren’t expecting even to find friends during your stay in Rome, yet somehow you found something much better. 

You met him at a flea market, on one chilly Sunday morning. After a short while you got closer. He introduced you to his friends, which seemed to be fond of you as well. At least that’s what he told you. You lived in your perfect little world, without labels, fights, and jealousy, but with lots of mutual love, care, and passion. 

One evening you bumped into a really handsome guy – Marco. In the heat of the moment, the three of you ended up in Ethan’s flat, and more specifically his bed. After a long night, full of love in every form, you and Ethan made a decision to keep him around. First, he was supposed to be a fun addition to your sex life, but something about Marco charmed Ethan. You felt close to him, attracted to him, but without any bigger feelings. He was fun and made Ethan happy, and that’s all you cared about.

The next morning after the sad news arrived, the three of you met at Ethan’s flat for breakfast.

“I’m not leaving you alone, you’ll have someone to keep you company while I’m gone.” You smiled at Ethan.

“She’s right, I won’t let you mourn.” Marco squeezed Ethan’s hand and winked at you.

Ethan sat in silence with a forced smile, trying to stay composed and ignore his watery eyes.

About three weeks had passed. You managed to somehow fill your days enough to keep yourself from crying, filled with heartache. You missed Ethan so damn much and kept counting the days till your visit. 

A loud buzzing noise woke you up. You fell asleep with your face on your desk. Again. Trying to study, handling sleepless nights and somehow maintaining a social life to stay sane, were catching up with you. You glanced at your vibrating phone, trying to see what time it is.

“Vic? Hey.” You mumbled, still rubbing your eyes, you hissed as the smeared mascara started burning a little. 

“Hi, umm… Sorry, I'm calling this late but…” Vic sounded a bit nervous, which wasn’t something you’ve seen often.

“What happened? Everything ok?” you were surprised by your own, trembling voice.

“It’s Ethan… I don’t want to tell you too much, you should talk. He’s not doing great.”

Your heart started beating like crazy, your breath got shorter and faster. 

“Is he alright? Safe?!” You said a bit too loudly.

“Physically yes, we’re making sure he’s safe. Mentally… Can you please come here this weekend? I know it’s short notice, but…”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.” You said and ended the call. 

You sat down on your bed, with a thousand thoughts racing through your head. He seemed a bit odd for the past few days but still seemed like himself. Just a bit more busy than usual. You took a deep breath, realizing how fast you were bouncing your legs and how red your cuticles got from you biting on them.

“Fuck…” You mumbled and grabbed a laptop to book flights. A few moments later your bag was already packed, waiting for a morning bus to the airport.

You couldn’t sleep at all, Ethan wasn’t responding to any of your messages. All you had was a chat with Vic, Thomas, and Damiano who kept reassuring you with their messages, that even though it looks terrible, they had things under control.

The road to the airport and the flight were a blur. Damiano picked you up with an apologetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, we didn’t want to scare you, but I genuinely don’t remember the last time he was in such a state. There’s no way of talking to him, he’s just, absent.”

You gave him a hug and gently patted his back.

“I hope I can help.” You mumbled.

On the ride, Damiano told you a little about what happened in the last few days. Since leaving Ethan alone in his flat wasn’t an option, the four of them moved to their summer house, where they usually spent free time creating new music. Ethan allowed them to pack his bags, and drive him to the spot. He sadly climbed the stairs and locked himself up in a room. He spent a full two days there, before letting anyone inside. He refused to eat, drink and talk to anyone. He never said what happened, which made them even more concerned. 

“So we’ve decided that besides us, you’re the only person he might actually listen to. We tried to reach his sisters, but they’re abroad, apparently without a signal.” 

You sighed and shook your head. 

Damiano opened the door for you and grabbed your luggage. Vic and Thomas were in the living room, waiting for you. Both of them gave you hugs.

“Thank you, really. We got so worried…” Thomas said, his voice cracking at the last syllable. Vic wrapped her arms around him and kissed his temple.

“He’s upstairs in his room, right?” 

They nodded.

“We’ll give you some space and go shopping. Call us if you need anything.” Damiano sent you a pale smile and closed the door behind the three of them. 

You slowly climbed the stairs with a racing heart, scared to find out what happened. You opened the heavy door to his room with a loud squeak. Ethan was curled up on the bed, his hair all messy, dressed only in boxers and an old shirt he once had stolen from you. You closed the door behind you and walked closer.

“Ethan?” You said quietly. He quickly turned around and looked at you.

“You came?” His voice was shaky, it cracked at the last syllable. His face was pale, eyes red and teary, his lips puffy from crying.

“Of course I did.” You said, with great concern in your voice. 

You sat down at the edge of the bed. Ethan without a word, crawled closer, he put his face on your lap and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned down and kissed his head, embracing him in a tight hug. Suddenly you felt wetness on your thighs. His tears were hot, he choked on them quietly.

“My love, what happened?” You whispered, not letting him go, still holding him tight.

“Marco…he turned out to be a bastard.” Ethan blurted out.

“What did he do? Where is he now?” You asked with a big frown. 

Ethan sat up and wiped his eyes. He looked at you and cleared his throat.

“As soon as you left, he started acting differently. He kept saying that it’s good that you left, and that now we can be alone. We started fighting about that. I kept repeating that I love you, and he didn’t like that. I should’ve known something was up, he kept insisting on going out with me, trying to meet my friends and people from the label. And well…” he sighed and started rubbing his forehead.

“Did he hurt you?” You whispered.

“We went to a party, I caught him kissing with some guy. I asked what’s that about? He was drunk and said a bit too much.”

He shook his head and looked up at you.

“He said that he’s embarrassed by how I look, that I like makeup, with how I dress, that I talk about some bullshit that interests me. He said that I’m pathetic and that he just wanted to fuck and meet people to expand his photography business. He said that to my face with lots of people listening.”

You loudly exhaled. Both of you sat there in silence. You couldn’t believe that anyone could treat another person so horribly. Especially, Ethan, a person who you knew wouldn’t hurt a fly. And to do that while he was vulnerable and in love? You couldn’t wrap your head around this. All you could do was cup his face and look deeply into his eyes, with all the love you had for him.

“Ethan… I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated like this. None of it is true. I love you so much for who you are. Anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t deserve your attention. 

He swallowed hard, a tear rolled down his cheek. You smiled softly and wiped it with your finger.

“Thank you, for being you. And for loving me, despite everything.” He whispered, nuzzling his face to your hand.

“How could I not love you?” You cupped his face and kissed him gently, scared that he’ll fall apart. You broke off the kiss and pressed your forehead to his. “I’m here now, and I’ll keep you safe.”

Ethan nodded and cuddled into you, wrapping his arms around your middle. 

Once you managed to calm him down a little, you made a bubble bath for him. He was exhausted from lack of sleep, food, and dehydration. Seeing him like this, barely able to stand on his own, was breaking your heart. You helped him get into the tub, sat beside him and started gently washing his hair. He sighed as you started massaging his scalp. Once you finished, you helped him wrap himself in a fluffy bathrobe and get back to his room. He sat in a big chair in front of the mirror and watched your every move as you started brushing his tangled hair. You saw a soft smile on his face and kissed his shoulder. When you finished, he moved back to bed. 

“Thank you. It really means so much.” He said quietly, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s what you deserve.”

“Come here.” He was sitting on the bed, his back resting against the frame. He patted his lap.

You crawled closer and sat on him, straddling him, and put both hands on his shoulders. His face changed and brightened up immediately. 

“I missed you…” his hands started wandering over your back and your sides. “All of you…” He whispered as his thumbs brushed your breasts.

“I missed you too.” You dragged your hands down to his chest, looking deeply into his eyes. 

He cupped your face and pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. You sighed against his lips and rolled your hips. He moaned quietly, you felt his cock twitch underneath you. The only barrier between you two was your underwear and bathrobe. 

“Do you want me?” He said in a breathy voice.

“I always do.” You replied.

Ethan parted his bathrobe, and his hardening cock bounced back. You looked down and grabbed him, slowly stroking him. He once again kissed you, this time it was more messy and hungry. 

“Please…” He whimpered.

You lifted your dress a little and moved your soaked panties aside. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his cock, stretching you around him.  You both moaned loudly. Ethan started guiding your hips with one hand, helping you find the rhythm. His other hand kept teasing your breast. You both started panting loudly, filling the room with your noises. You put your hands on his shoulder and started moving faster, riding him the way you knew he loved. You were both on edge, chasing your release. The pent-up lust and passion from weeks of being apart caught up with both of you. You sped up your pace, feeling Ethan thrusting up into you harder. You threw your head back, feeling the tension building up inside of you. He grabbed your hips firmly and started slamming into you. Seconds later you both came hard, moaning loudly. You looked down at him, his dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks. He looked gorgeous. Ethan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. While still panting, he whispered against your neck.

“All I ever needed was you. All of you. The rest is just a background noise.”

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You wear a new pair of jeans. Ethan is becoming slightly obsessed. So you do your worst.

Content: Smut

Word count: 4.2k

Lesson Sixteen: A taste of pain.

"Heard you had a bit of an argument with Damiano last night," Ethan said as you walked toward the van with him. Your tired eyes barely bothered to look up at him, but even so, you could spot the smirk he was trying hard to hold back. "Also heard you making up."

You gave him a nudge, a little harder than necessary, as your brain whirled. It hit you like a truck. How just a few weeks ago you would have been a blushing, trembling mess, awkward at what he was hinting at more or less explicitly, unsure about how to act. Now all you did was grin to yourself, confidence rising in your bones, almost satisfied at having other people made aware of your shenanigans from the night before. It did point to you having a good night, after all. There wasn't any need to hide behind excuses.

"Bet you enjoyed listening in, hm?" You smirk. "Wonder if listening was the only thing you did."

You skipped ahead, trying to reach the van before him, already dreaming about a window seat, but his arm wound around your waist and quickly pulled you back into him. His chest collided with you as his breath tickled your ear.

"Don't think you're getting away that easily," he growled into your ear in a perfect mixture of enticing and dangerous. "Especially not when you're wearing those jeans. I won't be able to stop thinking about your ass for the rest of the day now. How lovely and red it could look when I'm done with it. And judging from last night, you like it hard, don't you?"

It was hard to bite back a moan, especially when you felt him growing ever so slightly from his own words and the ideas he was planting in both of your heads. You couldn't help but wiggle your bum a little, happy to know your jeans had the exact effect you were hoping they would when you bought them in Berlin. You wanted to push him away only so you could drag him into the nearest semi-secluded space and let him have his way with you. But Damiano walked past, obnoxiously wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you and your tight embrace.

"You know I do," you whispered back. "Sounds like I might want to spend the share the bed with you tonight, hm?"

He simply chuckled, darkly, sending shivers down your spine and through your whole body, before loosening his grip on you. "Sounds like you might."

***

In an incredible stroke of luck, you ended up with a window seat. You almost offered it to Thomas when he climbed into the van, hair all over the place and tired eyes threatening to fall shut any moment, but he simply claimed the middle seat, dropped his bag on the floor, put his pillow in your lap, and cuddled up to you. Your hands found his head immediately, fingers running through strands of knotted hair with the utmost effort not to pull at them, and within moments, even before the driver started the engine, his breathing had evened out. He was fast asleep.

"Wow, thanks for leaving any room for my legs, Thomas," Vic complained loudly as she moved into the other window seat, limbs entangling with Thomas', who had lost all control of his body as he murmured peacefully in his sleep. Your watched her kick his shin not quite so accidentally as she got into a comfortable position, but the blonde mess in your lap didn't even stir. Your fingers were still treading through his hair as it slowly untangled. You loved seeing him this calm and quiet. It wasn't that you didn't adore his other side just as much. But him, cuddled up into you with no questions asked, body heat slowly transferring to you, a tiny nose twitch as a lone strand of hair tickled him, made your heart swell in a different way.

It seemed unbelievable that the four of them had only come back into your life weeks ago. You almost wanted to laugh at how awkward and apprehensive you had been at the beginning. Now you were sure you never wanted to live without them again. They had brought out new sides in you, they had your confidence soaring, and quite frankly, you couldn't remember the last time you had had so much fun. Or had put so much trust in others. And love, your heart told you with a skipped beat, as you kept watching Thomas.

Vic was already looking at you when you lifted your head and tore your gaze away from the sleeping man. The smile on her face was all but begging for you to ask her what it meant but you held back. For some reason, and seemingly out of nowhere, you were afraid of the answer. So instead, you simply shot her a small smile back, pull your phone out of the pocket of your tight jeans, and leaned onto the window next to you, the streets of the city passing you by as you slowly made your way towards Amsterdam.

***

The drive should have been reasonable. Two and a half hours, maybe three. Just enough time to recharge and relax without getting too restless. But then you got closer to the capital and as the roads kept getting busier and busier, your driver let out a deep sigh. Traffic. A lot of it. Might be an hour extra, might be three. The band didn't have any plans until the evening, so the stress level was low enough, but the annoyance was rising with every passing minute. Thomas was still fast asleep. He had somehow twisted in his seat and was now lying in your lap face up, but the relaxed features told you that nothing would disturb him. But you were getting bored. Damiano had fallen asleep in the row ahead of you. Victoria was on the phone with someone, speaking excitedly and rapidly, rather unbothered about the delay. Ethan was on his phone doing god knows what. And you were restless.

The message that appeared on your phone made you stop dead in your tracks though.

Hope you're making the most of your soft seat because after tonight I'll make sure you won't be sitting comfortably for a while

You stared at the back of Ethan's head in the row ahead but he was still mindlessly playing with his phone, seemingly unaware of anything that was happening around him and on the edge of bored. At least that's what it looked like. From the words on your phone, the real situation looked very different. You typed a message back, glad that he couldn't see your shaking fingers.

Someone has developed a bit of a hyperfixation

You wished you could get any sort of reaction, a certain look, a chuckle, anything at all, but he was stoic. This was going to happen strictly over the phone. You caught sight of a sign letting you know there were roughly thirty kilometres left until Amsterdam. A lot of time for him to play his little game with you.

And we both know whose fault that is. You better watch your step when we get out of this van

The grin appeared on your face immediately.

Yeah? What if Idon't

Ethan's reply came in record time.

Then you might learn justhow hard Iusually hit my drums

It shouldn't have turned you on so much, the promise of pain. But as you read his message, your head already visualising what he was alluding to, a tingling sensation travelled through your whole body, ending between your thighs. You wanted to shift, possibly cross your legs, but Thomas made no attempt at moving. It almost felt wrong, feeling yourself getting ever so slightly wet while he was still in your lap. Ethan didn't seem to care.

Yeah? I'm not quite apprehensive enough yet, I might need some more details...

You were digging your own grave and you knew it and you couldn't care less. You were fully aware it would take hours until you would get him alone but the anticipation was simply too tempting. This time, it took Ethan a moment longer to write back. You soon realised why.

What do you want to know? How I can't wait to tear those jeans off of you? How I'm going to bend you over my knee as soon as we get to the room to give your ass the treatment it deserves? You know I can go easy or you. Or I can make your flesh sting until it's coloured red and you've got tears in your eyes. And then I'm gonna use those same fingers that tortured your flesh inside of you until you cry from needing to come. Maybe you'll even get my tongue. If you're a good girl.

You inadvertently twitched, legs almost kicking Thomas off your lap. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you still half asleep, trying to figure out what sensation had woken him up. You could feel your cheeks burning, more so with the excitement and the anticipation of tonight than any shame.

"Sorry, my leg fell asleep," you lied.

He immediately scampered off you, stretching as much as possible within the small space available.

"Probably my fault," he mumbled sheepishly. "How long did I sleep on you?"

"About three hours, give or take."

You watched him blink, gaze travelling towards the window where the signs had unmistakably changed to Dutch, traffic finally clearing up as you sped toward your destination.

"We better get there soon," Victoria, who you hadn't noticed had finally hung up the phone, commented. "My ass is about to fall asleep."

"Yeah," you agreed, not missing the way Ethan turned around ever so briefly to send you a look you understood all too well. "Same here."

You didn't feel the need to mention that your ass was tingling with something entirely different.

***

Time was passing by much too slowly. The last hours had felt like days. You had tried keeping yourself occupied and distracted, watching Netflix, listening to music, reading, drawing, but your brain was in horny mode.

It didn't help that you were hanging around backstage before they went to play a little showcase of six or seven songs and just about everyone around you was topless. You tried very hard not to be disrespectful but the number of toned chests and Vic's tits being all but in your face made it increasingly difficult.

You tried to keep busy helping out by being the stylist's right hand. Running her little errands, fetching Damiano's earrings, helping decide which jacket to put on Thomas. However, when Vic asked for help with her nipple covers, it felt like the right time to tap out.

"Two minutes guys, time to go!" The shout halted everything for a second before last frantic adjustments were made as the band started making their way outside the room. A sharp slap landed on your ass, making you jump from both the surprise and the sting, even through the denim. Ethan sent you a wink as he walked past, obviously enjoying the look on your face and the way your eyes raked over his body.

"Wait!" You had called out before you quite knew what you were doing. Ethan stopped in his tracks as you quickly found one of their bags, fumbling through it at lightning speed before finally finding what you were looking for. His Armani belt. You didn't have the time to be quite as teasing as you would have wished to be, but you made sure your fingers were touching him just that little too much, fumbling with his trousers just that bit more, as you pulled the material through the loops, making your way around him until you reached his front again. You kept your eyes solely on his as they were darkening while you buckled the belt up, lingering for a moment too long.

"Someone's definitely not getting the good girl treatment tonight."

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You couldn't take it. You stayed for about three songs, watching the band progressively getting more undressed as the temperature in the small room rose, Ethan's shirt long gone, hair starting to curl from the heat. Then you walked backstage, amidst deep breaths to get your arousal under control, nicked his secondary room key, and called a taxi.

You had a plan. Ethan had already let you know that he wasn't planning on showing much mercy for your tonight and you were more than up for it. But if you had nothing to lose, you could always do your very worst.

Rummaging through your suitcase that you had asked to be put into his room earlier, you knew exactly what you were looking for. Pulling out the thin red lace, you studied the three-piece you had picked up in Berlin. A tiny bra, barely covering your breasts, completely seethrough at the front, a clear invitation. The panties were designed in a similar fashion, the tiny thong proving to be anything but comfortable, but comfortable wasn't on the cards for tonight either way. The accompanying suspender belt draping beautifully around your body, even if you had forgotten to buy any stockings to go with it. You figured Ethan wouldn't mind all that much.

You took in the state of the room. No one had been in here yet apart from someone dropping your luggage off. So you made quick work in making it a little more inviting. Unpacking everything you deemed necessary, including the lube and aloe vera gel you knew fully well Ethan kept in his suitcase, just in case his treatment would call for either. You undid the bed a little, making it look less sterile and perfectly done by the cleaning team, getting rid of the decorative pillows before re-straightening the duvet that was clad in expensive-looking satin coverings, soft and cool to the touch. Then you fumbled with the lights, turning off the overhead lamp immediately and instead making do with the small bedsides shades and some indirect lightning placed behind the headboard of the bed. It was perfect. Double-checking your phone, you realised you were right on time. Their show would have ended a few minutes ago. Even including meeting a few fans outside, they should be arriving at the hotel soon enough. You figured Ethan had enough sense in him to understand what you being missing meant and come straight up to his room. You didn't have it in you to be patient for much longer.

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"You naughty little minx."

You couldn't help grinning to yourself as the door opened to reveal Ethan. He was mustering you as you laid on the bed, sprawled out in what you hoped was a sexy way, wearing nothing but the lingerie you had prepared. He stepped into the room slowly, taking in every inch of you. You turned around onto your stomach, looking at him from over your shoulder, presenting your ass in a rather straightforward fashion.

"Enough."

The tone in his voice was strict and it had you stopping in your tracks immediately. The excitement rose up in you once again.

"Get up. Undress me. It's the least you can do after the stunts you've been pulling all day."

You obliged without hesitation. In an instant, you were on your feet in front of him, your hands already reaching for his shirt as you started pushing it upwards, impossibly desperate for him.

"Slower."

You didn't know who he was torturing more, you or himself, but you didn't question him as your fingers slowed down, inching the shirt up his chest, making sure you were constantly touching the skin you were revealing. You stopped for just a moment when you reached his nipples, letting your nails rake over them. Ethan flinched, but didn't say a word. You knew he was trying to keep his composure and you also knew he would succeed in that much more than you could. As soon as it was up to his neck, he helped you in removing the shirt from his body. You didn't waste a single second before starting to fumble with his belt again, easily undoing the buckle. Your hands were already on the button of his jeans, but he stopped just long enough to pull the belt free and casually toss it onto the bed.

"Just in case we need it later," he smirked. You were sure you were dripping at this point, panties impossibly stained and beyond ruin already. He knew it too.

You made slightly quicker work of pulling down his jeans, relieved to see he wasn't stopping you. The tension in the room was rising with every passing second, both of you could feel it. There was only so much teasing to be done. Kneeling at his feet with the denim fabric thrown aside, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm down here, daddy?"

Instead of answering, he grabbed your arm as your fingers playfully wandered up his naked thigh and pulled you up. The roughness in his gesture seemed to be an indicator of what was to come.

"Don't think you're getting out of a spanking. Now be a good girl, take your panties off and lay on daddy's lap."

You watched as he walked around you to sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back just enough to obviously offer his thighs to you. While you got back up, underwear already gone, and then carefully draped yourself over him, ass up, face down, you could feel the nerves and anticipation rise in you. You weren't surprised Ethan noticed too.

"Colour?"

"Green."

It wasn't a question. You wanted this, badly. He didn't need more than that.

The first slap caught you by surprise. A squeal escaped you before you could catch it. It wasn't even all that hard, it was simply that he had given you no warning whatsoever. You were more prepared as the second one hit your other buttcheek. You didn't know if he'd prefer you to moan or take your punishment silently, but when he continued spanking you with ever-increasing strength, you didn't have it in you to stay quiet anymore. Every hit sent you bouncing forward to the point where you found yourself holding onto the edge of the bed in a desperate attempt not to tumble to the ground. And the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint Ethan.

"So gorgeously red for me," he mused, massaging your flesh a little as he gave you a break. "My favourite view, I think."

Ethan didn't give you any time to bask in the feeling of his words. His hands were back to their torture, much harder than before, leaving you somewhere between a scream and a moan as they connected with your skin. Before the pain could really seep through you, his fingers had found their way between your legs, touching your dripping pussy, one of them immediately entering you. He was making a mess out of you, having you pleading and begging for more as your body started to ache from the hits and the way you were positioned on his knees.

"Don't pretend like you don't love this," Ethan smirked and you knew full well that you wouldn't even have tried. Not with the delicious sting on your flesh now being in a constant switch with one or two of his fingers inside you, making you push back against him in a desperate need for more.

"You know, I had only planned on using my hands today, but since you pulled that stunt with my belt earlier... Think you can take two with it?"

"Yes, daddy, please!" It wasn't even a question. You were losing your mind with want and need, craving the pain and the sweet release equally. You awkwardly pushed your ass up higher to encourage him. It seemed to be enough, as you felt him fumble with the belt he had thrown onto the bed earlier.

It was so much worse and so much better than his hands all at once. Ethan delivered the two hits in quick succession, one left, one right. It was over before you knew it, but the burning sting that developed and evolved on both of your butt cheeks was much more intense. You couldn't recall if you had made any noise at all or been stunned into silence. But even as the pain seeped through your entire body, you felt nothing but exquisite pleasure from it.

Without much hassle - possibly aided by the fact that your body felt as limp as a doll - he had you rearranged so you were sitting on his lap, facing him. You noticed he took care not to touch the sore and sensitive skin, instead, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso, he pulled you in, claiming your lips with passion and love. You let yourself sink into the kiss, enjoying the stark contrast of softness he was displaying now, pushing yourself closer into his body.

"Lay down on your front, I'll put some aloe vera on it, okay?"

You nodded wordlessly, carefully moving off him to lie down on the soft sheets. Everything felt blurred and dreamy and it would have unsettled you if it wasn't for Ethan giving you the utmost security. His hands soon found your body again, a slight sting as he moved over the place the belt hit causing you to hiss in surprise, but he was gentle and warm, making sure you were safe and cared for.

"I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment like a good girl."

"Uh huh."

Ethan carefully turned your body around, making sure not to hurt you as your ass touched the sheets but the cool satin only brought a soothing sensation. You didn't know what his plan was and you didn't care. You'd take anything from him. Still, as he pressed a kiss to your lips once more, his hard on obvious against you, you ended up being surprised when you watched him tie his hair up, spread your thighs and move down your body until he was between them.

Both of you knew it wouldn't take long when his tongue touched your pussy and your whole body arched into the touch. He didn't waste any time. Pushing two fingers deep inside you and his tongue all over had you moaning and begging for more immediately. You had been so desperate and aroused for hours now, his spanking only making it worse to the point where you were sure you had been dripping down his leg. Having him between your legs now was pure heaven and you were quickly approaching your ultimate release. His fingers were moving faster now, moving in sync with your own attempts to push back into him. Then his tongue flicked your clit, again and against, faster and faster, and your back was arched and your hands were in his hair and your thighs were quivering and you were crashing into your orgasm.

You were pretty sure you screamed loud enough for the next room to hear and Ethan didn't let go until you were well and truly spent and on the verge of being overstimulated. He moved back up towards you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before laying down next to you and pulling you in, both of you on your sides, holding you tight as you came down from everything. You felt amazing. As soon as you had caught your breath you pulled his head towards you, kissing him frantically, tongue toying with his as you tasted yourself on him.

As you hooked your leg over him, you could clearly feel his cock, still confined by his underwear, pressing against you. You didn't have anything else in you for now and you were sure he knew it too, but that didn't mean you wouldn't help him get off. You doubted it would take much effort. Reaching between your bodies, you made quick work of pulling him out of the fabric. He groaned in your mouth in appreciation, painting a small smile on your face that almost broke the kiss by accident. You stroked him, feeling him grow even harder in your hand, moving rhythmically, daring him to fall over the edge. His breathing was growing heavy now, unable to keep up with your kiss.

"I want you to come on my tits, daddy."

His groan was almost animalistic as he sat up, not even bothering to remove your bra but simply pulling the fabric down until your breasts were on show, before straddling your middle, hovering over you as he jerked off. You could only think about how gorgeous he was, face screwed up in concentration as he was chasing his high, toned body flexing as he held himself up, hand moving quickly over his dick.

Ethan came with a growl, covering your breasts beautifully until there was nothing left. You loved watching him, how his features relaxed as he claimed his orgasm, how all energy seemed to leave him for a moment as he recovered. It felt like you were in delirium. You barely managed to keep up with what he was doing as he moved around the room, cleaning you up, undressing you fully, turning off the lights and shuffling both of you under the blankets. You simply cuddled into him as soon as he was back, content to fall asleep in his arms and awaiting a restful night before whatever tomorrow would bring caught up with you.

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All my friends told me you’d break my heart.

Pairing: Thomas x Fem!Reader x Ethan Summary: You meet Thomas first, you fall in love with him first. But meeting Ethan makes it complicated. Word Count: 7.7k Warnings: Angst, Polyamory (kinda), Smut, Threesome Other: Gifs are mine. Here's the prompt. As always I appreciate comments and reblogs <3

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Meeting Thomas is easy. It's effortless, always will make a good story when you talk about it weeks, months, even years later and everyone will laugh about it with you. Even when the story turns into a bittersweet memory at some point in time.

From the first second he opens his mouth, you get along. Even though he’s the one who just emptied his glas of Tequila Sunrise on your dress. Both of you are almost glued to each other for the rest of the night. You're glad that he's the first person you meet in this city that is still so new to you. He's the person you talked to first in Rome, really talked to. No chitchat with the old guy in the bakery that becomes your favourite the first time you set foot into it, and even more when you took the first bite of your Maritozzi. Not the talk about Netflix and how everyone is feeling with your new co-workers, but no one really cares for real in the end. He's enthuastically promising to show you the city when you mention that you just moved and that everything is so different than it is back home. Telling you that he couldn't imagine to live anywhere else, going and staying somewhere for a short while he could handle but Rome will always be home. "I'll always come back," he says. The next evening he takes you out for dinner. You have to know where to eat, we don't want you to fall victim to any tourist traps is his reasoning and you have to agree with him. Thomas is funny, relaxed and for the start of the evening, you think that he's flirting with your waitress. But she kisses a girl behind the bar not even five minutes later. "Too bad," he chuckles.

It turns out that he has known her for years when he's excusing himself and you laugh with her when he's coming back. He smiles. Time flies and before you even notice it is already after one in the morning. People cleaning around you, turning the music off and only when the person who took over from the previous girl behind the bar typing on their phone is looking at Thomas rather annoyed, he goes to pay. "No sightseeing without me!" You have to give him a pinky promise before he hugs you goodbye. You promise. And then you don't hear anything from him for weeks. He mentioned that he wouldn't be in town for a while, that they had some concerts but that he would be in touch. There's absolutely no communication, he isn't asking how you are doing, he isn't telling you when he'll be back. Google tells you when he should be back and where he is. After three and a half weeks you want to give up, at least you got a nice dinner and amazing company for one of your first nights in your new surroundings. But the next night when you can't sleep, your phone buzzes and your screen announces that you have a new text. Thomas. Sorry!!!!!! I had a crazy time. i hope you didn't go sightseeing without me :( For some reason there's a selfie as well. You don't question it. He's upside down, dangling on a pull up bar on what looks to be a playground. You also don't question the fingers poking his stomach. He's smiling, cigarette lit between his lips. No questions there either. Most of the night, you text. You tell him what you have seen already, it's not easy to miss things like the Trevi fountain or the Colosseum when walking around, and you can see the Petersdom in the distance almost everywhere you go but you didn't linger for long anywhere. Always having Thomas' words in the back of your head. You assure him that you still want him to show you around. Finally he lets you know himself when he'll be back in Rome. I need a day to sleep when I'm back then I can show you around. I promise!!!!!! He talks about his day, about the show they played, where he has been - how little he has seen. That Damiano is getting to his nerves lately. How he misses his own bed. You fall asleep to a voice message he sends, it's the sound of an acoustic guitar. Earlier than promised, he meets you in front of the Colosseum in the morning. They only came back the night before. Joy Division shirt, red umbrella that he's waving when he sees you. Sunglasses that still can't hide the dark circles under his eyes - he looks tired. "Is it suppossed to rain?" You ask him after you break free from his embrace. He looks at you puzzled until you point to the umbrella. "No," he laughs, "I just thought if I play tourist guide, I'll do it correctly. In case you loose me." Hours later somewhere between Trevi fountain and Plaza Navona, you finally understand what he means. There have been a lot of tourist guides everywhere you stepped, most of them with umbrellas leading the way but when you really understand is when you loose Thomas out of sight. He's tall, but between all these people it's no use. What you see however is the red umbrella sprenkled with yellow dots. "Good I took it with me," Thomas says when you catch up with him and waves the umbrella in your face. Your feet are hurting from walking around all day but it's too nice to already stop. That's why you let Thomas lead you into bustling street after street and sometimes he stops to tell you an anecdote, sometimes from school, sometimes from a few months ago, and sometimes he tells you a historical fact he just seems to remember. One of these "facts" has you raise one of your eyebrows. "What?" Thomas asks. You smile at him, "Did you just make that up?" "Maybe?" His fingers wander over the stone wall over the building, your eyes following them. "Do I have to question everything you said today now," you ask laughing. "Maybe?" He stops walking and you almost run into him, "I'll buy you some gelato to apologize and I can tell you where I lied but that makes it so much more boring." You say yes to both. When you want to follow a few more people to get back to a main street, Thomas holds you back and walks instead deeper into the alley. "If I see one more obvious tourist today I'll throw myself into the Tiber." Then he does something unexpected - you don't complain when he takes your hand. "But lets get going." First he drags you into a small shop that is almost hidden from view - not even five minutes later you both sit outside on the cobbled sidewalk eating gelato, laughing, Thomas tells you where he lied and that he just waited for you to catch him. It is already getting dark, the streetlamps turning on around you. There's a rumbling coming from his stomach while he yawns. Thomas laughs next to you, pressing his thigh against yours. "Sorry," he says. "You know, I could have waited a day or even two," you tell him, "You look like you could use some sleep." For the first time since the morning he takes off his sunglasses, you can see that the circles under his eyes are even darker than you thought, eyes small. "I know," Thomas lays his head on your shoulder - for a second you think he will fall asleep like this, "I can sleep later. I'm hungry though." "Okay, we're getting food and then you're definitely going to bed." You have the urge to comb your fingers through his hair - you don't give into it. However you press a kiss to his head. Thomas nuzzles his nose against your shoulder and it sounds like there's a soft purr coming from him. Your heart jumps a little bit but you tell it to calm down and then ignore it again. Maybe a fatal mistake. Both of you stay like this for a while; sitting close to each other. After a short walk Thomas drags you into the next inconspicuous shop that you would have overlooked. He orders, pays, gets a gigantic bag and before you can even blink you're already outside again. This time you're sitting down in some grass close to the river. "Are these arancini?" You ask him when he gives you one of the smaller bags and you peak inside. "We aren't in Sicily," he looks at you offended, "These are Supplì, very Roman and they are very special to me. Vic even got them for me when I cried after my first break up." Vulnerability is lacing his voice. Cicadas chirping in the dark of the night. And once again you tell your heart to stop before you ignore it again. You eat, you laugh, you talk. Thomas laying his head against your shoulder again: "I had such a great day." "Me too," you say, "Thank you! You're an excellent guide. If you ever need another job, you should try it." When he asks if you have time on Saturday it takes you by surprise. It's Thursday and you want to tell him that he needs more sleep, you can always see him later. But when he says that he'll be gone by Sunday evening again your selfishness takes over. You already have plans for Saturday but after a bit of thinking, you ask him if he would go to the museum tour with you. Not telling him that you would cancel a lot that Saturday if it would mean a little bit more time with him. "I would love to," he mumbles. .######. The Friday comes, goes and it's Saturday already. You're waiting in front of the building. Waiting. And waiting. Thomas isn't showing up, there's no answers to your texts, no Thomas in sight. He also isn't there when the guide looks at you pityful telling you that she is starting the tour. There's a little bit of worry, a bit of anger - you turn off your phone. Half an hour through the tour when you're standing in front of a painting, there's a voice close to your ear: "I'm so sorry!" "Thomas!" You try not to be loud, so you aren't drawing any attention to the two of you. "I'm so sorry, really." He looks wild next to you. Hair uncombed, bitten lips, unshaved. His dark circles aren't as prominent and his smile is genuine. "I overslept, then there was some drama and … doesn't matter." "Already forgiven." It feels nice to have him next to you, to hear him make little comments here and there. Until his phone starts ringing, the lady from the museum looks at him like a teacher looking at an annoying school boy. The look turns into enraged when he fumbles for it in his jeans pocket and walks away. First she looks after him, then looking at you shaking her head. After a few minutes Thomas still isn't back. You can see the woman shaking her head again when you move away from the group as well to go and look for him. "I really have to go back." He is standing in a room full of sculptures. "And sorry Ethan. I really don't have time tonight to answer your other question. Maybe ask Vic, she never says no to a party." "Sorry," he says to you when he hangs up, "Emergency. Sometimes my days are really messy." You never go back to the group, Thomas joking that museum lady would publicly behead him if he would show himself again. Thomas becomes your comfort person after these few days. You complain about work, about public transport, you tell him about your dreams and life. He tells you about tour and the road and complains that he never has time to see anything, how tired he is and how he still never catches up on sleep. After a while he introduces you to some of his friends. You meet Vic at a party. A few people here and there. Then he he introduces you to Ethan one night over dinner. Ethan is different than Thomas. Calmer, more settled, rolling his eyes at one of Thomas' stupid jokes but smiling and gentle. Ethan and you have part of the same way while Thomas can take a much shorter way, disappearing into a cobbled alley. Into the night, leaving you alone with Ethan. At the end of the night, you go home with him. "What are you thinking about?" Ethan asks later in the night, letting his fingertips wander over your shoulders.

You think about how Thomas would feel soft where you could feel Ethan's toned muscles. How his long, slim fingers would feel so different to Ethan's. How Thomas would let out little gasps and mewl out of pleasure where Ethan moaned and hissed at you when you scratched over his back. How warm Thomas would feel next to you, shamelessly sweating and grinning, not caring how he looks and happy where as Ethan looks at you earnestly, putting his messy hair up into a neat bun and his fingertips feeling cold on your skin. You're trying not to cry.

"Nothing," you lie. The next morning when you look into the mirror in Ethan's bathroom there are tear stains on your cheeks. Nevertheless you do it again a few days later. And the next week. And the week after.

You still think about Thomas, sometimes. How it would be. How Thomas is a puzzle piece that is supposed to fit somewhere, is missing. You can only guess that Ethan has his own suspicions. But it doesn't stop either of you. There's no talk about it. Just a bit of fun. It stays like this for a while; a few months. Until there's a pool party from some of their friends which Thomas is taking you to. It changes everything. Ethan is there as well, sitting next to you, feet in the chilly water of the pool when Thomas is getting himself and you new drinks. It is unexpected. The hand on your hips. The kiss. Inbetween other people. And when you look up, you can see Thomas. "Fuck!" Ethan follows your gaze, which is fixed on Thomas, who is standing frozen in the doorway. "Shit." Thomas looks at you, drinks in hand, turns around and goes inside again. "Fuck, sorry, I'm back in a bit," Ethan says and already scrambles to get up to follow Thomas inside, "Fuck." After ten minutes you're still alone at the pool. No Thomas, no Ethan - just you and your thoughts racing. So is your heart. You learn that ten minutes can feel like ten months, like drowning in the pool. When you get up to follow them inside, your legs feel wobbly. You can see both of them in one corner of the corridor. Away from the people that slowly move from outside into the warmth of someone's home. Thomas seems to be annoyed and loud and beside himself and to your horror he looks hurt and like a scared deer. "YOU FUCKING KNEW!" You can already hear Thomas before you're getting closer. "YOU BITCH FUCKING KNEW!" "Thomas!" Ethan tries, much calmer but still louder than usual, but it's not working. Thomas isn't calming down, he's far from it. "Bitch, you fucking knew and you still couldn't manage to stop yourself from pulling your dick out of your jeans." You can see how Thomas tries to throw his fists against his chest and how Ethan holds him back. "Why are you doing this to me?" When he sees you, Thomas is freeing himself out of Ethan's grip, fumbling for a cigarette on his way back outside, past you without even looking at you. "I'm gonna talk to him," you tell Ethan but he holds you back. "I don't think, he wants to talk to you either." "What am I supposed to do in your opinion?", you just shrug, "Leave him alone like this? I'm not gonna do that." With that you leave Ethan behind. Thomas is sitting outside, leaning against the door of the tiny garden shed. The last people are on their way inside. He isn't acknowledging you when you sit down next to him. "Thomas, I'm sorry." He stares at the pool, not saying anything. "I should have told you about it." More silence. "I'm really sorry. You don't deser-" "It's not why I'm mad," he looks away when you try to look into his eyes, "Or why … it's also not why I'm sad." More silence follows. You know that Thomas sometimes needs his time to sort his thoughts, it's best to leave him be. "He knew that I'm …" He takes a deep breath and breaths out, "Of course, I would have liked to know but that isn't the worst thing. He knew that I'mcrushingonyou and still thought this would be a good idea." "I …" It takes a few seconds until what Thomas just said hits you, "Oh god, Thomas. I'm sorry." "It's okay, really." He looks at you before looking away again, "Actually, I get it." "Wha-," you move closer to him. He leans closer, letting his head rest on your shoulder. "What do you mean?" "He's hot, clever and everything I'm not," his voice breaks, "I'm just a silly stupid stick." Your heart breaks - there are tears in Thomas' eyes. "Thom." "No, it's okay." His fingers dig into your blouse, you can feel the tears falling onto the skin of your collarbone. "It's true." You want to tell him that he's not stupid, that he's so much more than a silly guy. But Thomas is crying into your blouse and all you can do is comb your fingers through his hair. "Everything okay again?" Ethan asks staying next to you. Neither Thomas nor you did notice him coming closer. Thomas lifts his head, "I'll fucking punch you." "You'll not, we both know that much." "I will, if you don't go away. Don't fucking test me." For a moment you think, Ethan will laugh at him but he doesn't: "You coming inside?" He asks you; you just shake your head. "You want to punch me for real?" Ethan asks when Thomas gets up, scrambling more than anything else, "I might hit back." He isn't saying anything. Just taking step by step until he has Ethan where he wants him. Splash - and Ethan is in the pool. "Thomas," Ethan gets out between coughs when he emerges out of the water, "What the fuck?" Thomas is already curled up in your lap again. Almost breaking open his own skin with his fingernails. Ethan is climbing out of the pool, shaking water off his body, before he goes inside again, you can hear him ask someone for a towel. "I shouldn't have done that," Thomas mumbles. "It's okay." He shakes his head, looking up to you. "You aren't a stupid stick," you finally tell him. "Don't," he still shakes his head, "Please don't do that to me." "But it's true. You're not. You're incredibely funny but your so much more than only that as well. You're caring and ambitious and I love how spontanous you are." "I don't need pity," he looks at you betrayed. You ignore it, "You're beautiful." "I don't need pity," he repeats. "That's not pity, Thomas," you say, "That's what I think about you." He lifts his head to look at you, sits up when you put your hand on one of his cheeks. "You know, all my friends told me you …" You don't want to hear it, you don't need to hear it, you know what he wants to say. It's the second unexpected kiss of the evening. It's soft. Slow. Dragged out. When you look up, you can see Ethan smoking at the other side of the pool. Towel around his shoulders, in jeans that aren't his. .#####. "He really has to come back to band practice and writing sessions," Ethan says over the phone, "It has been two weeks, he can't just rock up to shows and then piss off again." "Ethan!" There's a deep breath on the other end of the line: "Don't Ethan me. Is he with you?" "He's playing guitar, the same as everytime you called." Always the same the last two weeks. Thomas plays guitar. Eats. Sleeps. Goes and travels where he has to be. Comes for cuddles. Curls up like a cat. Ignores Ethan's calls - Ethan calls you. You still didn't talk about the kiss, or what happened, what was said. "Maybe you should apologize," you say softly, "To him, you know." "For what?" Ethan asks, he sounds tired. Sometimes you can't believe him; you shake your head: "You know exactly for what, don't play dumb." "Look," Ethan says, "We fucked, it was just a bit of fun, I didn't think too much about it and only after that, he told me about his crush. I didn't go, oh let's fuck the person Thomas is into to hurt him." "Does he know that?" you ask. "Did you try to stop after he told you? Why didn't you tell me about it?" "He maybe isn't seeing it but I do see how you look at him," Ethan sighs, "And I see how he is around you and maybe I was selfish here? I should have been a decent human being but I wasn't. Happy now?" Now it's your turn to sigh: "I'm not the person you have to tell that." "I know." .#####. Ethan does apologize to Thomas in the end. You're happy about it, Thomas looks happier. But then you don't hear anything from either of them for weeks. Not from Thomas, not from Ethan. Absolutely nothing. All the more surprising is it when Ethan invites you for dinner in a fancy restaurant you've not heard of before. It takes you all your willpower to not ask about Thomas, but you still agree to meet him there. One of the waiters greets you but when he leads you to the table, you can see a tall lanky figure at the table. Blonde tousled hair. You feel the urge to flee, but before you can give into it and leave a confused waiter behind, Thomas turns around. Looking directly at you. "Oh," Thomas says, but he has the decency to wait for the waiter to be gone before he says: "I didn't expect you." "I didn't expect you either." It is the truth - it makes you feel worse. "Are you alone?" He looks at his glass full of water: "If the question is, if I know where Ethan is, the answer is no. I would like to know as well, the only reason why I'm here is that he promised me to pay and I planned on getting the most expensive thing on that menu." Thomas still looks at the table, he rambles. You know that he's nervous. "You can still do that," there's a voice behind you, "I will pay, that's what I said. And you can sit down, or are you going to run away?" After you sit down it almost feels normal again. You eat, you laugh. Thomas does order the most expensive bottle of white whine he can find - and only asks for two glasses. You don't know if it is out of spite, or hurt or if he's trying to rile Ethan up. Ethan who just rolls his eyes. It's normal until it isn't. "When we're done with dinner," Ethan says, "we're going to mine for a bit of fun." Thomas almost chokes on his pasta. You on your wine. And both of you open your mouth at the same time. Both of you ask What? but Thomas asks in Italian and you in your mother tongue. Ethan laughs. "Eth, please," Thomas looks at him - almost embarrassed, "Please stop joking." "I am not joking. We'll do this because you're apparently too stupid." .#####. Realizing that Ethan isn't joking do you only when you're in his flat, all of you getting rid of your shoes. Thomas having smoked the whole way, fumbling with his own fingers, the hem of his shirt is still anxious now. Ethan leads you both into his bedroom with taking one hand f yours, one of Thomas', Thomas blushing. Before you can get nervous, Ethan is close to you, his lips on yours. The kiss makes you breathless. He slowly pushes you closer to Thomas until you can feel him behind you and he puts his hands on your hips. "Hi." You turn your head a little bit: "Hi." Ethan kisses down your throat, then up your neck up to your ear. "Can you undress Thomas for me?" You only nod your head, before you're turned around and Thomas is looking down at you. "Hi." "Hi," he repeats with a low laugh. He is about to say something else but when you reach for the first button of his shirt, there's a whimper falling from his lips, he closes his eyes. There's only Thomas inhaling and exhaling sharply while you unbutton his shirt. Then there's his hand in your hair. You can feel his rapid heartbeat under your fingertips. There's a moan when you slide the shirt off his shoulders - a whimper when you brush over one of his nipples. "Can … could you …," Thomas' grip on your hair tightens, "Can I kiss you?" You don't give him an answer; not with words - it's not necessary. You have to tiptoe a little to reach his lips with yours. It's a different kiss than when you kissed him first. No tear streaks on his face. The kiss sweet, passionate - and he stops when you're going for the button of his jeans. Just for a second, then he kisses you again. Deeper this time, tangling his long fingers into your hair. He whimpers into your mouth when you reach into his jeans, another time when you slip the fabric off his hips - then his legs. There's a dark wet spot on his black briefs, he ends the kiss mewling when you trace the outline of his cock. "Please!" His eyes are a darker shade now. Breathing unregular. He lays his hand over yours. "Ph-please." Without warning Ethan steps behind you, putting his hands on your hips and then he lets one of his hands wander under your dress, down to your panties. "Hmm, he does turn you on." It's a statement, not a question. "Such a shame, you're still not getting him. Not yet." You don't know if Thomas can hear what is whispered into your ear, you're to distracted because of Ethan's fingers. But he does move when he's told to get on the bed, stepping out of his jeans, loosing his socks on the way. When he's laying on the bed you can see the desperation in his eyes. Once again Ethan pushes you closer to him. You crawl up his body, leaving kisses on his legs, nip on his thighs. You skip his crotch, it gets you a frustrated noise. Then you leave bite marks and kisses all over his upper body. But before you have the chance to reach his face, Ethan holds you back. "I said not yet," he says. This time you can't help the frustrated whimper that comes from your lips. You press your face into Thomas' chest hair, kiss into it while Thomas gets his fingers back into your hair again, pulling a little bit. You kiss down his chest, down his stomach, bite into his skin - you can hear Thomas moan and mewl, he shivers under you. Ethan has his hands under your dress again, in your underwear and soon he also has two fingers in you. One of Thomas' hands is going down on himself, for a second you think he's going for your boobs and he does flick one of your nipples but then it's trailing further down. A few seconds later he's moaning, louder than before. One of your hands follows the way his took moments before down his body. You squeeze your hand under his, he slightly shakes, you can feel him twitch and without seeing it, you can tell that the wet spot on his briefs got bigger. You pull back, getting your body lower until you bump into Ethan with your backside and you can put your lips on the fabric of Thomas' underwear. Now instead of your fingers you're using your tongue to trace the outline of his cock again. "Dio," Thomas mumbles. "More, please." Ethan stops you and pushes you up again, Thomas protesting but you don't register what he's saying exactly because Ethan is pushing into you. Slowly but you can still feel the stretch. Thomas is still protesting but you're going for what you can reach. More kisses to his stomach. More bite marks and you lick over his navel, then into it. "Don't …," he moans, "don't stop. Fuck." You don't stop, Ethan doesn't stop and you feel overwhelmed when Ethan pulls you down Thomas' body again. He asks you to free Thomas from his last piece of clothing; you obey. There's strings of pre-cum, he's whining tossing his head from one side to the other when you lick them off the tip. "Oh, look at you shaking Maso," Ethan tells him, still fucking you. And Thomas is shaking, he's shaking violently. You want to give him what he wants but Ethan has other plans and pushes your body forward again. Forward until you're on one level with his navel again, again you're licking into it, Thomas still shivers and moans. Ethan whispers into your ear: "I think, he likes seeing you like this." You doubt that Thomas can see what Ethan is doing with you. You're still wearing your dress that covers most of your body. But you're also sure that it should be unmistakenly clear what you're doing. You're on all fours, Thomas between your legs, your head on his stomach and Ethan behind you who's thrusting in to you, moving both of you. It doesn't matter when you look up because Thomas' eyes are only fixated on your face, nowhere else. That and a deep thrust from Ethan almost make you come. "No, no, you have to wait, he'll make you come." Thomas whines. Eyes dark, pupils blown. You lick his navel and it seems to do something for him, he presses himself against your tongue while his hand in your hand tries to push your head closer to him. His whine turns into little whimpers. "You're so pathetic," Ethan comments in Thomas' direction. You want to tell him off for it but when you look up Thomas is furiously nodding, "You're so desperate to fuck her, you can't even hold back, can you?" Thomas whimpers. You're kissing up and down his happy trail, licking into his navel again when you're kissing up. His skin is sweaty and this time his body is shaking but doesn't stop. You can feel that he's jerking himself off; lazily but above all uncoordinated. You want to help him to stop but when you reach down and put your hand on his putting more pressure onto his dick, you notice your mistake. He's loud, louder than you expected him to be. You're flicking your tongue in his navel and he's gone. Shakes even more and comes over his hand, over yours. Ethan is still thrusting into you when Thomas is coming down moments later, but he's slower now. "Sorry." Thomas looks down at you, biting his lips nervously. "God," you say, "that was so hot." "Give me a minute. Or five. I -" Ethan laughs behind you, pulling your body into his thrusts and you down again, until he finds a rhythm that he likes. You lick Thomas' cum off his long fingers, he's still biting his lips a few minutes later. Done with that, you're wrapping your fingers around his cock. He moans and bites his tongue but he isn't complaining. He also isn't complaining when you're starting to jerk him off. Even though, you know that you're playing with his oversensitivity, you don't stop. There's still no complaint when you're licking some cum off the tip, he's shamelessly whimpering. You can feel how Ethan looses rhythm for a few seconds, how he comes as well and slowly pulls out, having you mewl. Only when you're licking over Thomas' tip again, he pulls you off by your hair. The overstimulation getting to him. "Fuck," he says. Casting his eyes down to avoid your gaze, "I'm so sorry, fuck." Thomas pulls you up. When you look at him, it's the first time that you realize that he's the only one being naked. "You're hot." He fumbles with the straps of your dress. You do him the favour and pull it over your head, leaving you only in your underwear. In your bra and your panties which Ethan only pulled back earlier. Ethan is coming closer again, his fingers on your back and he unhooks your bra, Thomas sliding the straps off your shoulder, letting it glide to the floor. You get your hips up to get rid off your panties and then you're also naked. Thomas looks you over with so much admiration that you lean over to kiss him. When you pull back, he's sitting up to sit against the headrest. Straddling one of his thighs, you moan when he squeezes one of your boobs and carefully lets his fingertips wander over your arm and your shoulder. "Why don't you eat her out?" Ethan asks, putting his chin on your shoulder. Thomas looks to the side, biting his lip again: "I'm not," he starts and stops. "I'm not particulary good at that, … I think." You can hear the I was told hanging in the air. He is particulary good at that, you'll learn later. "No ones judging you, your choice." Ethan shrugs. "I just think, your pretty head would look good between some legs." It does, you also learn that later. Now you don't care, it's not important. It's enough that he has his hands on your hips, is helping you moving them to get more friction. Important is solely that he's there, where he already should have been weeks ago. That he's sweaty, that you can tangle your fingers into the strands of his blond hair, that he looks happy when he looks at you know, that he's letting you use him to get off. He sucks on one of your nipples when you come, licks and nibbles before he looks at you again, bashfully smiling. Playfully you bite into his nose before you let your head fall onto his shoulder. Thomas laughs. As you lift your head from Thomas' shoulder, you look into Ethan's eyes. "Hi," he says. And Thomas laughs even louder than before. .#####. It has been five years. Five years since you all broke it off. And somehow you still find yourself at a pool party, at the same pool where everything started all that time ago. Your friend was insistend that you should come, go out because you just broke off another relationship that didn't work out. You knew that Ethan or Thomas would might cross your path today. Some friends of yours still the ones that are also their friends, people you already bumped into tonight. Still nothing prepares you, when you see Ethan looking at you when you sit at the pool, raising his glass a little bit. You turn away. The last five years, you skipped town. Had a life elsewhere. It was easier to stomach than to be reminded of them every street you walked. You still came back. Hard enough to see them live their lives on social media, through other people's eyes. At least that died a little bit but it still reminded you of Thomas, of something he said. Next to you, smoking. "Hype dies, it always does. I can live with that but I just don't want to be irrelevant." You don't wish for it - for his sake; You do wish for it - for your sake. Like you Thomas skipped town. Moved somewhere else, found someone else (people told you, the apps on your phone told you and at that time even the magazines still told you). Always a reminder somewhere that you had him, and let him go. You know when he's too drunk or down or both. Not because you're in contact but because that's the time when he slides into your Instagram DMs, telling you how his day was, what he's doing, that he's tired. You can't bring yourself to delete them. You know that he's drunk when he likes some of your photos and hours later in the morning these likes are gone again. He moves back, a few months after you, after a rather nasty break up. All ways lead back to Rome, for him. "Ill never be as happy somewhere as here" You still have that post saved somewhere, you don't know why. Ethan stayed, never moved, never seemed bothered. Only reaching out to you twice. Told you that he's proud of you when you got your dream job miles and miles away, that he wishes you all the best. And the one text he sent you when you just came back two years ago. "Can you check on Thomas, please. I don't think he's doing good." He is still on read. You moved on, found someone new. You don't even know how you avoided them all this time since you're back. Everything gets a little too loud around you, you let yourself sink into the pool. Underwater there's finally silence again. For a little bit, just not enough. And the silence dies when there are hands around your waist, pulling you out of the water. You blink your eyes open, just to look into hazel ones. "Hi." But Thomas doesn't answer. Isn't saying it back like he used to. He just looks at you and swims away. Empty drink in hand, you're just starring at the pool mindlessly. Just when you want to get a new one to at least get drunk, your friend already dancing and screaming with some other people - having fun, there's a hand on your shoulder. Someone taking your empty glass, exchanging it for a full one minutes later and Ethan sitting down next to you. "He still loves you, there have been other people he loved. But you'll always be the one that got away, you know." There's nothing else he says. Nothing else he has to say, or wants to say. "Ethan." "It's true," he says. "Why are you telling me this?" You ask. "Because I think, you should know," he looks at you. "And because I think he deserves a second chance, you both do, don't you think?" You don't know what to say, so you stay silent. It takes you by surprise when Thomas' head pops out of the water. That he's standing between your leg, in the almost deep end where even he can barely stand, wrapping his long arms around your hips and nuzzling his face into your stomach. You're too stunned to say anything. Ethan lays his head on your shoulder. A few heads are turning, and turning back, everyone moving on. It did die down, the hype and with it the nosy people. You brush your fingers of one of your hands through his wet hair like you loved to do. It's just a little bit shorter than it used to be. There's a tattoo you've never seen in person on his outer ribcage. You know there's another one on the left side of his back, just over his swimming shorts. You want to kiss it, you want to kiss him. You do kiss him, Ethan holding your hand. He looks at you surprised. But then he nuzzles his head back into your stomach. "Hi." It's just a mumble but your heart jumps. And it crashes when Ethan says that you should go inside. .#####. Thomas is holding your hand when he's leading you up the stairs of the unfamiliar house, Ethan behind you. You don't question why Thomas can purposefully lead you into a room with a bed without trouble. There's only Ethan's hands on your body, Thomas in front of you, still wet from the water of the pool. Ethan is sitting down on the bed, you next to him. Thomas getting out of his swimming shorts - leaving them somewhere on the floor, dripping. You watch him while Ethan is prepping you, fingering you. He only stops when Thomas is joining you in the bed. When Ethan is  rearranging everything, getting a pillow behind his back, getting you between his legs so you can lay down against his chest. Thomas on top of you. He gets you out of your bikini top, Ethan already helped you out of your bikini pants minutes ago. "You okay?" Thomas asks. You nod, you're just a mess under him. Losing control when some drops of water drop onto your body. "I want you." Thomas looks at you and then everything is way too fast. He kisses you passionately. There are kisses on your neck, you bite his chin that you still adore, he pulls your hair, you kiss his protruding collarbones remembering how much he loved it when you showed them some care. You're both so desperate, so desperate for each other, that it isn't taking long until you both come. He smells like chlorine, sweat, cigarettes, and like him when he collapses on top of you. You missed him. It seems like Thomas thinks the same as you, that it ended way too soon. His fingers between your legs proof enough. Ethan kisses your ear, playing with your nipples. You don't complain when Thomas adds a third finger, kissing the nipple Ethan just pinched. You're overstimulated and sensitive, Thomas knows but doesn't stop. It feels too good to stop. "You still want me?" Only answer you can give is a nod. This time he's dragging out. Going slower, pulling back when he realises that you or himself are getting to close. But everything ends, so does this. Both of you come again and Thomas embraces you. No one is saying anything. "Hey, don't fall asleep," you say to Thomas. "I'm tired," he mumbles against your neck. "I know," you say, "but I don't think the person who owns this house will be happy that we fucked in their bed and now fall asleep in it so they can't use their bed." Ethan laughs behind you. Loud and you're asking yourself what on earth could be this funny. Thomas looks up: "That person is really happy and tired right now because I'm in a post sex haze." It takes your brain a few moments to catch up with what he just said. "Oh." Thomas chuckles. "It's my house." He bought it when the band went on their break. Two years ago. When you wanted to reach out to him because he looked miserable before but even more so after. Because Ethan asked you to check on him. You never did. The wild garden and the leopard print sheets on the bed which had been a present from Vic you'll know later should've given it away, you think. "I'm proud of you," you tell him. You don't even know why but you are. Ethan is still behind you, squirming a little bit. Now it's on you to laugh. "I can help you with that," you say to him, still laughing. "Please be quiet while doing that, I want to sleep." Thomas says but he's grinning. .#####. Ethan is blow drying his hair the next morning when you go into the bathroom. Out of nowhere the question hits you, if they did this after you - together. "Sorry for persuading your friend to persuade you to come here," he says when he turns the blow dryer off. "I just saw a chance and the chance being more minimal for him to flee from his own house." "Thanks." You give him a kiss on the cheek. You want to say I love you but you know that Thomas should be there for that, should be the one to hear it first. Downstairs Thomas is brewing coffee. Showered and humming some melody that is unknown to you. "Second bathroom," he says when you look at him questioningly. "But why are you awake?" You ask, teasing. "Isn't it way too early for you?" "Heeeeey, people change," he complains and then looks to Ethan who's standing at the kitchen counter. "Do you think I'm allowed to tell?" Ethan sighs: "Just don't tell Vic or Damiano that I know of it, or that I approved of this, or that I still can't say no to you after all this time." In that moment you realize that they haven't seen each other for a while either. "We're writing new songs." Thomas smiles at you, genuinely smiles. Ethan is gone, when you're looking to the kitchen isle again, you can see how he's outside smoking by the pool. "I'm happy for you." He comes closer to you and gently puts one of his hands on your cheek, brushing his calloused thumb over your lips. "You know," he says, "All my friends told me you’d break my heart." This time you let him say it, out loud. Maybe he has to get it off his chest. Has to say it - and maybe you have to hear it. "They were right." You cling to him. It's okay. Everyone breaks hearts, everyone gets hearts broken. He broke yours too. He's leaning down to kiss you, slowly and deep. You're both breathless when he pulls back. "I love you." Probably you should have said it way earlier but maybe it's still enough now. Maybe he has to hear it. Thomas smiles at you, leaving another kiss on the tip of your nose. One on the corner of your mouth. Ethan is back at the kitchen isle, watching you, smiling. And you know there's space in all of this for him too, somewhere. .#####. END.

Let the devil be my witness - Part 2

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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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Dangerous OUTBREAK!? 🧠🤗 #shorts (1m Fantasy Story) Inspired by Måneskin

Sometimes magic just has to break out. A contemporary fantasy tale inspired by the wonderful Måneskin. Thank you for liking and subscribing to my YouTube channel Tales with Tasha, if you enjoy the story.

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