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writersblockiskillingme · 6 months

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Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).

I’m in my delusional era

Only Angel | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)

Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.

Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)

Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.

She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.

His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.

As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.

Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.

She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.

Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.

He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.

"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.

"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.

"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.

And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.

At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.

They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.

They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.

However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.

Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.

"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"

"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"

Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.

The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.

One night stands.

They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?

Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.

The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

End up meeting in the hallway every single time

And there's nothing we can do about it

Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.

So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.

Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.

"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."

"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.

"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"

She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.

"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.

"I don't know what to say, Damiano."

"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.

"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."

"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."

"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.

"And why is that, angel."

"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."

That's all he needed.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me

That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets

And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey

His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.

"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."

"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.

His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.

"Arch your back for me, angel."

She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.

"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.

"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"

"Ah- I-"

"Do they!?"

"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"

She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.

"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."

She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.

He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.

"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"

"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.

"Good girl."

He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.

She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.

On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.

For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.

So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.

"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.

"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"

Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.

"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.

"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.

The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.

"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

She's an angel

My-my-my only angel

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baddestbittyontheblock · 7 months

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୨୧ a headcanon with må with you being a successful model

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

୨୧ headcanons with må x fashiondesigner!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

victoria de angelis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·。🍓 vic blurb

-doing domestic stuff with Victoria

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

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

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

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

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

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

·。🍓 lucid victoria de angelis x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

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

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

-little birthday blurb

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

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

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

-vic decides to help you study. chaos ensues.

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

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

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

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

·。🍓 fluffy blurb vic de angelis x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Vic once again finds her way back to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

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

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

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

damiano david

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

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

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

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

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

-damiano takes you to see his new yacht

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Coming Home - A Victoria De Angelis Story

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x Fem!Reader

Words: 1359

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

A/N: this is per chaos bestie's request (@moonlight-simp 💕💕💕) It's so fluffy, help.

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Victoria felt like the whole world rested on her shoulders at times - between the band and all of the adulting responsibilities and travel, she had little to no time to just be. To enjoy her twenties, to simply indulge in everyday things. Yes, she tried to make time for it as much as she could, but there were moments that just lacked the simplicity that she was sometimes desperate for.

The day was stressful, she’d woken up way too early after not being able to sleep due to racing thoughts about her upcoming trip and she’d gone out with Chili before having to go to the studio.

The band had to rehearse and they ended up brainstorming for future projects too, something that was welcome but also slightly irritating because it meant that they had to stay in the studio later than intended again.

She heard faint music coming from the inside of her apartment and her mood instantly started picking up, remembering that you’d texted her that you’d wait for her after work and the two of you could have date night.

She unlocked the door and Chili almost instantly greeted her, jumping on her legs as she tried to take off her shoes and licking her hands and face.

“Chili, ti amoooooo.” Vic chuckled and petted her excited dog.

“Just Chili?” You smiled, standing in the doorway. Vic’s jaw dropped - you were wearing a shirt dress that was slightly on the shorter side and she knew that if you moved even to raise your arms a bit, your underwear would be visible.

“Ciao, tesoro.” She pulled you in for a kiss which you excitedly responded to.

“Ciao, amore.”

Pulling away, her brain fully registered that you’d put her favourite Fleetwood Mac record on and the apartment smelled like the candles that you’d gifted her with.

“Are we ordering food?” Vic asked as she walked out of the bathroom after washing her hands and freshening up a bit.

“No, I already took care of that. I got us pizza from that place that you love so much in Trastevere, and I bought a bottle of wine, and since I walked Chili like an hour ago, I was thinking that we could have dinner and relax and maybe watch a movie afterwards?” You stepped closer to her, needing the physical touch.

“Oh, yes to all of that. Maybe we could finish the evening with a bath?” Vic added with a hopeful tone.

“Of course, amore. Anything you need.” You kissed her very gently before the two of you walked hand in hand to the kitchen, Vic starting to open the bottle of wine as you got the pizza out of the boxes and onto plates.

“What should we watch?”

“Mamma Mia?” Vic suggested.

“I will end up crying.” You argued.

“So will I probably but you know Mamma Mia is the best.”

“I have no arguments against that.” You chuckled.

“Do you want to eat the pizza in front of the TV?”

“Yes, that makes more sense.” You started getting up but Vic put a hand on your shoulder.

“Give me five minutes, I’ll set everything up.”

And she did - she made the living room all cosy, putting the pillows from the sofa on the floor, lighting some other candles on the side to make the space more ambient, moving the kitchen set up from there to the living room so the dinner date could resume as intended.

“Okay, please join me in the living room.” She gave you her cutest smile and it made your heart skip a little.

“I could have helped, you know.” You kissed her hand.

“You could have, yes but I changed your date night plan and I wanted to make up for it.”

“You don’t have to make up for something that you expanded on.” You argued.

“Let me just take care of you the way you always take care of me, please.” She kissed your hand gently before the two of you sat down on the pillows. Chili took a spot on the sofa behind the two of you and as the movie started, you sang along and by the time that it was halfway over, the pizza was gone and you and Vic danced to the musical numbers.

Your heart was full, so was hers.

“I’ll go run you a bath.” You told Vic as the film ended and you stacked the plates one on top of the other.

“Thank you, tesoro. I’ll clean up.” She promised and got up. You started filling the tub, making sure that the water was not too hot or too cold and threw in one of Vic’s favourite bath bombs before lighting some candles.

“Would you like some music in the background?” You asked as she walked into the bathroom.

“No, but will you stay with me?”

“Of course.” You helped her get into the bath first and sat down on the floor.

She reached out to hold your hand.

“What’s wrong?” You played with her hand carefully.

“I am dreading leaving.” She admitted.

“I understand that. But it will be a shorter trip and you’ll be back with me and Chili in no time.” You smiled at her sweetly. You also didn’t enjoy doing long distance partially but it was something one got used to and it made you cherish the time you spent together even more.

“I already miss you.”

“I miss you too, my love.” You reassured her and pressed a kiss to her palm.

“Sometimes, as much as I love my job, I hate that it takes me away from you.”

“I hate that too.” You admitted quietly.

“I had lost that feeling for a while, you know,” She started quietly. “The feeling of homesickness, of longing. I was fine with the constant moving around despite the occasional bouts of anxiety. I saw the boys struggling with missing home and I didn’t get it. Then you came into my life and changed everything.”

“I hope you mean I changed everything for the better?” You looked at her, a part of you wondering where she was going with her speech.

“Yes, for the better. Of course! And today is a prime example of you changing everything for the better. I was frustrated the entire day, I wanted to get out of the studio, nothing was going as well as I wanted it to and I was so in my head that I had forgotten about everything. Then I got in front of the apartment and I heard the music and I opened the door and Chili is there and you are also there teasing me, and we have this wonderful night and how am I supposed to want to leave this behind? I don’t.”

“You’re not leaving me or Chili behind, Vic.”

“I am not, yes. I will be back. Because you two are my home and I will always be grateful for everything that you’ve done and do for me. For everything you are to me. I’m so happy I get to come home to you.”

Your eyes were full of tears and your free hand instinctively ran to the necklace with the letter V that she had given you on your first anniversary.

“I am also grateful to you for everything and most of all, that I get to come home to you.”

“No tears, tesoro or I will start crying too.” She gently wiped your face and raised herself a little to kiss you.

You sniffled a bit.

“I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know that whenever I think of you, I am always mind blown that one person can hold so much love in them, but also personify so many aspects of love.”

Her words made you blush.

“Vic…”

“No, don’t argue. I feel like I am the luckiest person in the world.” She kissed your hand again and again. You wouldn’t argue because there was no point - there would be no winning this argument.

She was your home, you were hers. It was as simple as that. And you loved it.

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merrywaanderer · 2 years

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the ocean's daughter

victoria de angelis x fem!reader

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

warnings: swearing; alcohol consumption; drowning as a metaphor; my terrible attempts at roman dialect & italian; mild, fade-to-black smut (please dni if this makes you uncomfortable, or is not the kind of content you signed up for :))

word count: 5.7k

a/n: after a brief (okay, so, nine months) lapse in writing for måneskin, i am back!! i hope you can forgive my lack of interaction with you all, as my first year of university was a busy one. please take this fic as an apology and an attempt to wheedle my way back into your hearts <3

⭒

The problem with beautiful people in foreign countries is that there is absolutely no way you might ever run into them again, even by pure coincidence.

But you couldn’t get her out of your head.

Walking along the shoreline as the sun set over an unnamed beach on the Italian Riviera coastline, the light turning her skin and her hair to gold, the whole world forgotten as she reached out a hand to touch the waves which crested at her side, as though the ocean were walking with her. Everything was golden at this time of day, but nothing shone like her.

And oh, how she delighted in the life about her, as though this day, and every day hence, were the best of her life.

It was not an unnamed beach on the Italian Riviera coastline because you could not remember its name, or had never known it, but simply because it was so small a stretch between the colourful buildings hiking up the cliff face that no one had thought to name it.

You thought of it now as her beach, the woman you’d seen, illuminated in sunlight like it loved her too much to let her go, if even for a moment.

La sua spiaggia.

You hadn’t spoken Italian, until you’d come back from Italy and enrolled in Elementary Italian at the public university close to where you lived.

You couldn’t get her out of your head — the way she’d laughed, made her way along the shore and sung as though she was speaking to the water, its rush and flow, a tempest contained within each wave.

Now you were in class every Wednesday night, repeating sentences and sounding as stupid as could be, but you forewent every shade of embarrassment for determination, and never had you been so fixated on anything in your life, to gain understanding of the language in which this woman had spoken. Because it seemed to you that the waves had composed their melody in the image of her voice, and you wanted to know how to speak like that, to be the waves beneath her fingertips.

You knew you sounded crazy, and possibly were crazy, but for some unfathomable reason, you didn’t care.

You couldn’t get her out of your head, and so be it. You were happier for it, the memory of her flirting with the sun, the sun blushing deep in the evening sky. And who could have blamed the sun? You would have blushed too.

When the night grew dark earlier in winter, you curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around you, and watched Italian movies without subtitles.

Most of the films were dramas, often romantic, because these were the most easily accessible in any language.

In summer, you sat outside in the garden and drank wine, listening to a radio that played Italian music.

Most of the music was mellow, but occasionally, the host announced some sort of rock band, and amidst the quiet calm of traditional ballads, you relished the uncomplicated anger and infatuation of the rock music. There was something accessible to that, too. Something universal and simple.

It was the simplicity you appreciated, perhaps mostly because there was little of it in learning a new language. That which is sparse is precious, like the sunlight in her hair at the end of the day. Like the moments in which she had been in your life, so quickly gone, like a dream grasped at in waking.

Had she ever been there at all?

She had. You held onto that memory like a lifeline.

Every day, it got you up in the morning. Silly, for something so small to have an impact so great, and yet, it did.

There she was, in your mind, every time you thought you could no longer take what the world threw at you. Smiling, the sun setting on the water.

Dancing, the ocean’s daughter.

⭒

A year down the line, and you were back aboard a plane. You’d bought your ticket and packed your bags and were heading back to Italy, this time for good.

Each day, you’d spent hours learning, practising, perfecting, but one could only go so far in a classroom setting. All the people you knew who spoke more than one language had said the same thing, the same thing that your teachers had said: the best way to learn was through immersion.

You’d spoken at length with your work superiors, and they had verified that it was no trouble for you to work remotely. Having nothing you would miss too much in your homeland, you’d decided it was time for a change, and a new start, at that.

What better way to start anew than to cast yourself into the abyss of the unknown, off to a place you’d never lived, to speak a language you’d only just learnt to speak?

To find a woman you didn’t know, for but her laughter and her golden hair.

At this thought, you laughed a little yourself. In part, you recognised the madness of your endeavour. But mostly, your vision was too foolishly rose-tinted, with dreams that dallied only just out of your reach, and you thought that if only you could reach them, all would be right.

Such was the nature of a dreaming heart, a hopeful mind. Had you been a character of Greek myth, it would have been your Achilles’ heel.

The city lights glittered outside of your window.

⭒

You collapsed on your bed with a heavy sigh. It was of tiredness, it was content.

Beyond the window, the black sand beaches of Cinque Terre shimmered in the setting sun, the town alight with the fiery light of evening. The turquoise ocean turned tangerine in the fading day, and you thought almost that you could hear the water lapping against the rocky edges of the cliff face upon which the village was built.

Riomaggiore.

Built up like biscuit tins in a hundred different colours, abundant in boats constructed for fishing and places meant for sitting and looking out over the wide world. There was a quiet age in the winding streets, lined with plants and people, buildings as old as time.

It smelt of salt and bread, lemon and olives and basil, of the best pesto you’d ever tasted — at the bar tucked away beneath residential balconies, between stone-paved streets — of wine and sea air. It prickled on your lips.

With those thoughts lingering in your head, you decided it was time for dinner, and got up from the bed to change.

Afterall, it was almost nine o’clock, and therefore the perfect time to eat.

⭒

You ended up at a quaint little place with wicker chairs and wooden tables, crowded beneath parasols that remained up in the evening as much as in the day. Amongst these parasols were strung warm paper lanterns which made all beneath them glow, continuing the endless sunshine of summer into the night.

Having been shown to a little table in a corner, with a view of the darkening ocean, you ordered a glass of wine in Italian clearly more fluent than the waiter had expected.

“Parli molto bene l'italiano,” he complimented you. He then proceeded to ask, in a conversational manner, where you were from and what brought you here, to which you answered with continued fluency, and he replied again how good the accent was with which you spoke.

You carried a companionable conversation with the waiter for a handful of minutes, until he apologised for not yet having brought you your wine, and also for having other tables to attend.

He brought your wine after a short interval, along with a small decanter of water, and a basket of bread with oil and balsamico.

With this acquired, you sat back in your chair and contemplated the menu. It was written entirely in Italian, indicative of a restaurant not much frequented by tourists. You were pleased to realise you had no trouble reading it.

After a while, however, you began to struggle. Not because you didn’t understand the words on the card before you, but because you felt the tingling sensation of someone’s eyes on you.

Tilting the booklet slowly, you peered over the top of it in what you hoped was a surreptitious manner.

But when your eyes fell upon the other pair in question, you all but dropped the menu to the ground.

Because leaned back in a wicker chair only two tables away, sunglasses perched atop her blonde hair beneath the cover of the table parasol, was the one person you’d come here hoping, beyond all reckless and silly hope, to see in the first place.

The ocean’s daughter canted her head, and tipped a finger against her lips.

“I know you,” she said, in careful English.

You sputtered, “Pardon?”

She smiled enigmatically, with a soft-curving mouth and gently crinkling eyes that were lit in a way that betrayed mischief, or some secret knowledge.

“I know you,” she repeated. “You were on the beach, last time I was here.”

You blinked, searching for something to say. Anything, to respond vaguely in the affirmative, without giving away exactly how much you had thought about this golden stranger since you last had seen her. “You don’t live here?”

“Not in Riomaggiore, no.” She smiled again. “I’m from Rome. But you’re not from here, either.”

You laughed. “What gave it away?”

She was drinking Peroni from a bottle, and at your question, she picked this up, stood, and swept over to your table. She sat down in the chair across from you.

“There,” she said. “Now we don’t have to shout at each other.”

Mildly surprised at her coming to sit down with you, and with your question still hanging in the air, you stared at her.

“Just a good guess, is all,” she answered finally, lifting a shoulder. “And, you answered naturally in English.” She reached out her hand. “I’m Victoria.”

You shook her hand and gave her your name. Her skin was soft, a blushy pink. Her eyes churned with the colour of the waves that had danced beneath her fingertips a year ago.

“Well, Y/N, what brings you to Riomaggiore for the second summer in a row?”

“I could ask you the same,” you countered.

Victoria leaned back again. She had a curious look in her eyes that you couldn’t place.

“I asked you first,” she said wryly, folding her arms. The strength in her grace was not lost on you; doubtless, her arms were strong.

Mirroring her action of earlier, you sipped your drink. So went the saying, ‘imitation is the highest form of flattery,’ but not only that: you knew that mirror neurons had a direct link to the brain chemistry involved in romance.

You’d pushed the first pawn across the chess board. The next move was hers.

“For the pesto,” you replied.

She laughed succinctly. “And here I’d thought you’d come here for the same reason as me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Which was?”

The corner of her mouth turned up slowly. “To find you, of course.”

She lifted the glass bottle to her lips. Her eyes did not leave yours.

Oh she’d moved her piece all right.

You looked out over the sea so as to not look at her, to not reveal how her words had affected you. But of course, in the sea, you saw her.

Abruptly, the waiter returned, saving you from making a response. He seemed surprised that there were two patrons where before there had only been one, but he took it in stride and asked whether you’d had time to consider the menu.

You nodded, but it was Victoria who spoke first.

“Avremo la pasta al pesto, per favore.”

The waiter looked between you, “Entrambi?” Were you ordering the same thing?

Victoria looked at you, in askance.

You squared your shoulders. “Certo,” you told the waiter.

“Bene,” he said, and informed you that it would not be a long wait. Then he left.

You turned to Victoria. “How did you recognise me? I was just sitting on the beach.”

“You were staring at me.”

Recalling that day, there had been many people staring at her. You told her as much.

“Yes,” she agreed, “but none so beautiful as you. I would have noticed you anywhere.”

You baulked at this. Victoria was the kind of person people noticed. You were not.

“You’re a little intimidating, you know,” she said, to which you frowned. “I think that’s why you think people don’t notice you.”

Then, as though privy to your thoughts, she expanded upon her own. She seemed to have a knack for reading you.

“You think people don’t notice you, because they don’t necessarily talk to you. But I think they don’t talk to you, because they are intimidated. I could not imagine not noticing you.”

You felt a little light-headed at her words, an unfathomable thrill washing over you like a tide. “Then you are the first person brave enough to speak.”

Victoria’s eyes glinted puckishly. “I take pride in that.”

The sun sank farther in the sky, turning the water red and rouging Victoria’s cheeks till tiny freckles stood out beneath her eyes, over her nose, upon her lower lip. She smiled coyly, and you realised you were staring again.

“Sorry,” you mumbled with a half-laugh.

“No,” she shook her head. “Look at me all you like.” A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and she pushed the fringe from out her eyes. You nearly reached over to do it for her.

“Makes me feel warm,” she said quietly, like a confession.

Paradoxically, there were goose bumps raised along her arms.

“You look cold to me,” you responded.

She wrinkled her nose. “Sea air, sun going down, no suffocating heat like Rome in the summer.”

Standing, you shrugged off your cardigan and side-stepped the table, reaching her side. She watched you move in silence.

“May I?” you asked, holding out the cardigan.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Nodded.

You sank halfway into a crouch, and draped the garment over her shoulders, pulling the edges around her to meet at her throat.

Suddenly, time had slowed to a dripping treacle, and you were hyper aware of her eyes tracking your movements, eyelashes low on her cheeks, of the rise and fall of her chest, breath suddenly shallow. There was a slight flush to her skin, though it was golden, touched by sunlight. Those faint freckles on her face traced a speckled path down her neck, over her collarbone and farther still, past where the open collar of her shirt fluttered over her breasts — only just hidden by the white cotton fabric.

“My eyes are up here, cuore,” she said smugly, and the clichedness of the line shattered your trance as the fever of embarrassment rose beneath your skin.

“Yes, I — ”

“Pasta al pesto per due?”

You started at the voice of the waiter, practically falling into your chair as you stepped back to your side of the table.

Victoria seemed unfazed. “Sì, grazie mille,” she smiled up at him.

The waiter smiled tightly as he set down the plates. “Parmigiano?”

“No, grazie,” you said, wanting him simply to leave as soon as possible and spare you further embarrassment.

“Più vino? Birra?”

“No, no, grazie.” You did not want more wine. You wanted him to leave. Now.

Victoria was leaned back in her chair again, still beaming. “Prenderò un'altra birra, per favore.”

“Certo,” said the waiter, and left, equally as fast as you’d wished him to.

You were leaning your forehead on the palm of your hand, still reeling from the embarrassment of the waiter witnessing your fawning over Victoria.

But you took a breath and composed yourself, picking up your fork for something to do with your hands.

“So, tell me about Rome,” you inquired of Victoria, without looking up from your food.

But she gave a little laugh, and before you knew it, her hands were over yours.

You looked up.

“Not like that, cara.” She took your hand, and stabbed the trofie — pasta pieces wound into long, tight coils — properly. “And when it’s spaghetti or linguine, you twist, no spoon.”

She let go of your hands, but you felt the warmth of them still. You could scarcely remember how to breathe with the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

She picked up her own fork and speared the pasta.

“You can call me Vic, if you like,” she said. Then, “Rome. Hot, this time of year. Lots of tourists.”

You laughed, partly because the way she had phrased it was amusing, and partly to diffuse the sudden tension which had come between you just before. “You dislike it that much?”

“No, I was just being realistic. But I suppose you want the sun-soaked boulevards and flowerpots and music.”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Victoria nodded. “And there is that too. Rome’s a little bit of both. Isn’t everything?”

“Both optimistic and pessimistic?”

She pointed her fork at you. “Exact.”

“Exactly?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Shut up, I know I’m not fluent in English.”

You swallowed your pasta, waving a hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to seem like I expected that of you. But I also didn’t want to assume that you weren’t fluent just because you’re Italian.”

A strange expression came across Victoria’s face, something between surprise and admiration.

“Thank you,” she answered laconically, her voice soft as though her gratitude should have been secret.

Once more lost for words, you could do nothing but nod, and push another pile of trofie onto the tines of your fork.

The two of you ate quietly for a while — because Victoria suddenly could not look at you, and you still knew not what to say. The wind blew through the cobblestone corridors of Riomaggiore, and stars in the sky began to replace the sparkling of the ocean surface by sunset. You could smell mingled spirits and spices, hear laughter and chatter in a dozen different languages. The chatter was different; the laughter sounded the same in every language.

Victoria’s fork clattered to her empty plate, momentarily startling you.

She took a breath. “Do you want to do something crazy?”

You put the last piece of pasta into your mouth, chewed, swallowed, your heart beating fast at the unspoken promise held by her words. “Like what?”

“Like leave, now that we’ve finished eating.”

Your eyes widened, and you lowered your voice. “Victoria, if you saw me, a tourist, leaving a restaurant after finishing dinner, you’d be horrified. This is Italy. You don’t just leave after eating.”

The smile that twisted your insides graced her pink-red lips again. She leaned forward, and your eyes darted involuntarily to her mouth. Her eyes were a thousand different shades of blue.

“Told you it was crazy.”

Then she straightened up again, stuck a hand into her pocket, retrieved a bundle of plastic Euros, placed them on the table beneath a glass, and once more extended her hand to you.

There was a command in the action, and you obeyed.

When her hand was in yours again, it felt like sanctity, a warm flush spreading through your body at her innocent touch.

She drew you up from your chair, and before you knew what was happening, she was holding your hand like the memory of her that had held you enraptured for a year, and you were running through the streets of a seaside village, your footsteps loud, your laughter resonant in your belly, in your chest and your lungs, upon your lips.

You ran and ran, hand in hand, and if anybody had asked, you wouldn’t have known how to explain the energy which had suddenly made a rollercoaster of your veins.

The streets wove and turned like a labyrinth, like a web, and all these strings ran in one direction: to the sea.

It was only when there was sand in between your toes that you realised that you had reached the end of the road. You kicked your shoes off without a thought, as Victoria discarded her borrowed cardigan into the sandy dunes.

And then she was pulling you toward the rushing waves and the dying sun ever and ever closer to the horizon, and the water was sloshing up over your ankles, your calves.

Another laugh burst forth from your chest, and you turned to splash Victoria.

She shrieked, because the day had been hot, but the water was still cold, and the difference was jarring.

When she looked at you, her hair was soaking wet, bangs dripping down her face like the water that had made her makeup run, and somehow, she was even more beautiful now, in what should have been ruin but instead was triumph, like every grain of sand on her hands was residual stardust from her soul, though still was nothing when compared to the light in her eyes. The laughter was still warm in your chest.

She shivered, and your moment of trance shattered like sugar glass. You took her hand this time.

“Come on,” you said, leading out of the water like she was Venus born of a Botticelli vision. “Let’s go dance this cold away.”

Against your own, her pulse fluttered, and her clammy palm in yours, with its calloused fingertips and short-cut nails, was suddenly the most important thing ever entrusted to you.

You swallowed, before letting go of her hand to put your shoes back on. She sat down beside you.

“Y-you like to dance?” Her wide eyes were wider beneath the smudged makeup. The devious glint in them was gone as she shivered, the sun nearly gone now.

I could learn to love anything if I was with you, you thought. It was a dangerous thought, to be told. You dared not speak it aloud.

You pulled on your cardigan, but only to drag the sleeve down over your wrist and press it carefully under her eyes, blotting away the remnants of mascara.

Her eyes closed slowly, and you breathed in tandem to the sound of the breaking waves.

You tugged off your cardigan again, and set it around her shoulders once more before she had the chance to protest.

When she opened her eyes again, her lips parted too. She might have leaned in, if you hadn’t spoken then.

“When in Riomaggiore…” you murmured, and were rewarded with her gentle laughter.

Victoria stood and pulled you up. When you were fully on your feet, she nearly lost her balance, but you caught her arms before she fell to the sand, and instead she fell against your chest.

Her breath was on your collarbone, laboured — presumably from the adrenaline rush of the ground disappearing from beneath her feet. Her fingers were against your back, curled to keep herself standing.

Already your thoughts were gone from the beach, from the light still left on its shore, deep now in the midnight dark that would soon follow, fast-forwarded to a fantasy, of her body against yours, every part of her as soft as the skin of her palms, and flushed a pretty pink, her open mouth against your collarbone, your fingers in her hair, her fingers on your back drawing the visceral, unspeakable sounds from your mouth.

The seaspray brought you back to reality.

But apparently Victoria’s thoughts had been lost as well, because now it was not her breath on your collarbone, but her lips, and you weren’t dreaming that she was kissing you there.

Your breath had gone shallow in the space of milliseconds, and her mouth moved up to linger on your neck, your jaw, your cheek. Her arms were wrapped around you, and that open-collared shirt was against your chest, warmth bleeding from her to you.

Finally you could take it no longer. You took her face in your hands and pressed your mouth to her mouth.

When you kissed her, she tasted of salt and wheat and sugar. Her lips were soft and warm as the summer air, and when your fingers tangled in her hair, her hands were on your elbows and your heart was in your mouth.

You were kissing a stranger in a foreign land, and you felt as though you’d known her forever, disintegrating in her arms like salt in the sun as her kiss came up to meet you like a wave, and you couldn’t remember the right way to breathe. There was nothing left to your identity for but the memory of what it was to kiss her, and else nothing mattered. You would not have cared, if this ocean’s daughter had drowned you. You would have gone willingly to that watery grave. And had she tried to leave you, you would have traded your soul to have even a moment more of hers.

Because here it was: your heart, exposed in how you held her, how desperately you kissed her.

How much you adored her, after knowing her so little.

She angled her head and her teeth bruised your lip as she deepened the kiss, eliciting a gasp from you. You thought she might have laughed — softly, behind your mouth — a quiet, secret laughter meant only for your ears, and new heat surged through you at the thought.

She was only kissing you, and yet, she was tearing you asunder. Pulling you apart at the seams with only her touch.

“Vic,” you breathed, and it was all you managed.

You were staggering back, falling against the sand, and she was pressing evanescent kisses to every square centimetre of your skin, and you’d never felt so alive in your life, with the heat of her body against yours and her pulse against your own like a metronome gone rogue.

“Fuck dancing,” she murmured, between kisses. “I want you.”

Her words were like an open flame to oxygen, burning inside of you.

Her lips touched your earlobe. “Do you want me?” she whispered.

“Yes,” you replied, heart thundering.

And you had been trying to play down your attraction to her, to hide it so that she wouldn’t see how much everything she did affected you — when she bit her lip and you wished it was your teeth instead of hers, that coy smile she always turned to the ground like she knew exactly what it was doing to you, her long fingers drumming on the table, already in time with your pulse.

And now there was nothing subtle about it.

Her hand was in yours, and you were running again, up into the town, pushing her against an alleyway wall to steal a kiss as she asked,

“Mine or yours?”

“Unless you’re one street over too, then mine is closer.”

Her laughter tickled your lips, seaspray in the wind. “That eager?”

“You kissed me first.”

“Touché,” she whispered, her breath coming sharp and short against your mouth, sticky with her lipstick, warm with her scent, her touch.

The last of the climb to your rented rooms was a stumble, Victoria pressing messy kisses to your shoulder, into the crook of your elbow, as you fumbled for your keys and tried, impossibly, to keep quiet.

By the time the two of you stumbled through the door, she had unbuttoned your trousers, and had your blouse in her fist. You reached for her and found yourself bare for but your bra and underwear, while Victoria retained only her white shirt and panties.

You paused.

Slowly, as her chest rose and fell, she took your hands and guided them to the buttons at the ridge of her breasts, and slowly, you unbuttoned the few remaining, tantalising buttons of her white shirt, letting the garment fall to the ground like a flag. Like surrender.

You stared at her for heartbeats, in awe of how she breathed and obsessed with the way she moved.

Then, as though she could wait no longer, she crushed you against her and kissed you, sucking your lower lip into your mouth and biting down, evoking from you a desperate whimper, for anything more of her that you could get — all of her, if she would give it to you.

You drew back from her lips to kiss the rest of her, pushing her into the mattress to press your mouth to every bit of skin you could find. When her fingers found your hair and pulled, your kiss left a bruise on her neck, and then her shoulder, before she pushed you down on the mattress and your thighs apart.

Her palm was already there for you when you groaned, and you felt her smile of satisfaction against your mouth when her fingers brushed over your clothed folds.

“God,” she murmured, “you’re so pretty when you know what you want.”

You managed only a hoarse whisper in return. “Then give it to me.”

She laughed and it tickled your skin, and then your bra was gone as well, and her fingers were curled around the elastic of your underwear. She took too long for your liking, and you pushed her hand, leaving yourself exposed to her mercy and the cool night air.

But she was merciful if nothing else, this ocean’s daughter, and her fingers were inside of you before you could utter another plea.

Already she needed no guidance, played you like the strings of a harp with a flick of her wrist and those long, gently curling fingers.

Her eyes never left yours, half-lidded in the same haze you felt cloud your mind when she touched you, when your back arched up from the already untidy sheets, when her other hand travelled up your thigh and your stomach, finding a resting place beneath your breasts as she pushed you into the bed, held you there as you writhed.

When you came, you pulled her down with you until the moon sank into the sky as well, until the sun dawdled once more on the horizon.

And perhaps, you thought, this was where the moon and sun went in those small hours of the night when neither could be seen by those still awake on Earth — they were together, entwined in a beautiful, impossible duality of silver and gold, at last unfettered by human imagination.

⭒

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you remembered Victoria. Remembered her breath as it whispered against your legs, her lips the inside of your thighs. Already, the memories were imprinted upon your mind like whorls of sand, and on your tongue the salt of her demise as she’d gasped beneath your touch with her head tipped back in ecstasy — and god, she had been so unfathomably pretty. Endlessly so.

Now, you reached out to touch her, to sweep the gold strands from the eyes of your very own gold dust woman. But the sheets were empty.

Fear gripped your heart in a sudden vice, that she should have left you with so little, so early, so soon.

But the light trailed her still in the wake of morning, and as your eyes followed it, you found her outside, leaning against the railing of your balcony, summer-sunshine hair falling down her back, her legs still bare though her upper half was hidden by your cardigan — and oh, how good she looked in your clothes. You wanted to see her like that all the time.

Slipping out of bed, you took a leaf from her book and tugged on her long white shirt, before pattering out onto the balcony.

She turned at the sound of your approach, and smiled sleepily. Her hair floated atop her shoulders, over her back and her chest in waterfalling waves, blonde strands twining messily and yet perfectly in what could easily have been sunbeams, returning to her as though she were the very star they had awaited all along.

“Buongiorno,” she murmured. The wide blue sky arced above her head, and the streets below your balcony had begun to crescendo in the sounds of waking, the morning routines of a thousand strangers beneath your feet, the waves washing ever over the shores in their ethereal clockwork.

“Morning,” you replied. It appeared she was only wearing your cardigan and her underwear, and in her shirt and your own underwear, you were no better. Your heart filled with lightness at the thought that she should be so uninhibited in your presence. No one had ever been so easily open with you before.

She held out a hand as you drew nearer, and you slid your fingers into hers. Before you could react, she pulled you flush against her, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you, ardently but achingly slow like the dawning day, lips tender but her hold on you fierce, as though she could not have let go had she tried.

Her hand came to rest on your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lower lip.

“I want you to know,” she said breathlessly, “that this is not all I wanted from you. I just couldn’t help myself.” Your pulse quickened, the strings of your heart tying themselves in knots. “I want everything of you, if you want that too.”

A smile found its way to your face, and you wound your fingers through hers. She looked down at your intertwined hands, and you fell apart a little at the fond look on her face.

“I do.”

Her hands slid to your waist as she came to stand behind you, with her chin leaned on your shoulder and her gaze returned to the view beyond the balcony, though you felt her lips briefly touch the space between your neck and collarbone.

The daughter of the ocean, in your arms at last.

You knew little about her, still. But summer held many days yet, and when she turned and smiled at you in the sunshine of the new day, you knew that she would give every day to you, if only you asked.

⭒

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kaylalovesmaneskin · 1 year

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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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yelenasdog · 3 years

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rebel girl (vic de angelis x fem!singer!reader)

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 REBEL GIRL 𝐁𝐘 BIKINI KILL

(listen while reading for best experience)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff with a sprinkle of angst for .0000002 seconds

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a kiss during a shared performance turns into something more.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, kissing, drinking, my attempts at writing roman dialect and italian, and i believe that’s it.

𝐚/𝐧: ok so i know not a whole lot abt måneskin so if anything abt this in terms of the band or how they perform is inaccurate forgive me! but i think vic is hot and this song makes me think of her LOL. thanks for reading, and enjoy the fic!! <3

(all translations will be linked at the end of the fic)

♀~♀~♀

The cheers of the crowd were deafening, but it seemed the beating of her own heart was even louder. Lights flashed a plethora of neon colors, and those on the stage looked liked silhouettes moving about freely.

Ethan nodded at Thomas, quickly bringing down his stick to the tightly spread plastic.

Thomas bobbed his head, starting to play the opening riff.

Select members of those in attendance began to cheer, just the opening notes being enough to give away what was about to be performed.

“For our last song tonight, we’d like to bring out someone you all know and love.” Damiano spoke into his mic, wrapping an arm around Vic’s neck and allowing her to lean down into the microphone in his hand.

“She’s someone that everyone, including myself, heavily admire as an icon of the generation and a true Riot Grrrl.” 

Her eyes closed, a deep breath inhaled and exhaled through her painted mouth. She jumped up and down in her heeled boots, face pointed towards the rickety ceiling of the venue as she did so. She ran a ring adorned hand over her earpieces and made a funny face, making sure they were adjusted to her liking.

A stagehand appeared to her right, handing her a microphone and wishing her good luck. She smiled, responding with a quick “thanks” and a smile.

Victoria looked over from her place on the stage with Damiano, a devilish glint in her eye.

“Here for one night only, London let us introduce” he yelled, leaning down to Vic’s level once more, allowing them to both speak at once, “Y/n Y/l/n!”

A roar erupted from everyone in the building as the aforementioned strutted on stage, lifting the mic to her lips.

“That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood, she’s got the hottest trike in town.” She started, finding her mark in the center of the stage.

“That girl, she holds her head up so high, I think I wanna be her best friend yeah.” Damiano’s raspy voice let out next, both of their voices mixing together like honey as they started the chorus.

“Rebel girl, rebel girl, rebel girl you are the queen of my world.

Rebel girl, rebel girl.”

“I think I wanna take you home” Y/n began, Damiano then taking over.

“I wanna try all your clothes.” He finished, both him and Y/n groaning in unison to the song.

Vic would be lying if she said she didn’t have to clear both her throat, and her mind. Thomas’ fingers worked skillfully and quickly on the neck of his guitar on the small transitional solo, his focus staying on the cool steel.

Damiano held up his tattooed hand, making a talking motion as he sang and rolled his eyes, “When she talks, I hear the revolution.”

Y/n came up behind Vic, one hand running across her hip, the other on her own as she chose to lean into Vic’s mic over her shoulder, “In her hips, there’s revolutions.”

The lead singer then strutted across the stage back to Ethan, propping a leg up on the base of his kit, and then walking back singing, “When she walks, the revolution’s coming.”

Knowing what line was coming up next, the bassist held her breath, and looked down. It was short lived, though, as Y/n picked up her chin with her pointer finger, forcing her to look her in the eyes. She moved his slowly to Victoria, their lips nearly brushing, her touch feather light.

“In…her…kiss…” she slowly sang, dragging it out longer than in the original song and than in rehearsal. She quickly turned her head, falling to her knees with one side to Vic and one to the audience, her hair cascading over her features.

“I taste the revolution!”

She smiled at Vic as she pushed herself up, a goofy grin plastered onto her face as she allowed Damiano to take the chorus. Victoria replied with only a small smirk, her dark eyeshadow glittering under the colorful lights, making her look like some kind of gothic angel, or celestial being.

Resuming singing, Y/n walked back to the front of the stage, her and Damiano switching every verse. She sat down on the edge, letting her legs dangle over the high surface, feeling fingertips barely touch her unclothed thigh.

“That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood.”

“I got news for you,”

They both pointed their mics into the audience as the screen behind them flashed “she is!” Allowing the crowd, as well as Thomas, Vic, and Ethan to all scream the two words loudly and in sync.

“I know she is,” her and Dami both sang, as he wrapped an arm around Vic’s neck,

“My best friend yeah”

The chorus continued for a final time, Victoria stomping her heavy platforms on the wooden stage, biting her lip as she performed.

Y/n made her way over to Thomas’ side, jumping to his left and swaying her hair, a knowing smile appearing on his face upon seeing Victoria’s gaze falling upon her movements.

Victoria made rounds to Ethan and then to Thomas, passing Y/n and lightly tapping her hip with her own.

Y/n skipped over to Damiano as he did to her, the pair meeting in the middle briefly for the “love you like a sister, always.”

Victoria returned to her spot from the start, and Damiano found his way to Thomas. Y/n continued on towards the ethereal bassist. The both of them were simultaneously singing to the aforementioned in harmony, nearing the end of the song.

“Soul sister, rebel girl,

Come and be my best friend,

Really, rebel girl.”

Y/n dragged a hand across Vic’s chiseled cheekbone, and in that moment Victoria had taken on the title of a muse for the woman standing in front of her.

“I really like you” she sang to her, lowering her mic as they looked into each other’s eyes, her chest heaving. It was like the music had been reduced down to a slight buzzing, and the thousands of peering eyes meant nothing. They were untouchable.

Y/n resumed for the last line, never breaking her eye contact.

“Be my rebel girl.”

It seemed like a question, a proposal of sorts from one to another, as Y/n’s hand dropped once more.

Victoria quirked a brow as if to ask “are we really doing this?” To which Y/n muttered “fuck it” with a laugh.

Victoria’s hands found either side of Y/n’s face, her calloused fingers rough, yet gentle. Y/n’s own hands found one lazily draped over waist, the other over her shoulder to pull her close.

And in what probably the entirety of the building could have guessed would happen (maybe just not on stage, in that exact moment) they closed the gap between themselves, their lips connecting in a sweet kiss.

Chants and yells of encouragement were whooped by the band and crowd alike, as Damiano raised the mic and the final notes played.

“Y/n Y/l/n everybody!”

They pulled apart, sweaty foreheads against each other’s sides as they turned towards everyone, waving. They were quickly joined by the rest of the group, and Y/n stepped away, leaning into the microphone still hooked on the stand in the center of the stage.

“Let’s hear a huge round of applause for the wonderfully mad Måneskin!” She shouted, the roar of the crowd even louder. She raised her hands in the air, then moving one to her ear, gesturing for them to be louder. They complied, and Y/n took out her earpiece for a moment, soaking in what the band had created.

Vic shouted to Y/n over the noise, waving her over.

“Come on, bow with us!”

Y/n shook her head, not wanting to intrude any further to which Thomas reached out an arm, pulling her over. A bright smile covered her face as Vic reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist only for a second.

Hands joined, they all leaned forward in a dramatic bow, coming back up and waving.

All in sync, they all yelled “thank you, London!”

They looked around for a small period of time afterwards, still having a hard time believing that this was their new reality.

Looking to her right, and seeing Y/n doing the same, Vic decided that Y/n was a specific part of said “new reality” she didn’t quite want to let go of.

So after saying one more goodbye and exiting the stage, the bassist remained silent. It slightly worried Y/n, who had noticed the girl’s lack of communication while she had been thanking the rest of the band members for allowing her to share the stage with them.

“Is Victoria alright?” She asked Damiano, to which he only chuckled before replying.

“She’s fine, trust me. Give her a little bit of time and she will be back to normal.”

Y/n just gave him a tight lipped smile, not completely convinced.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed as Victoria slipped into her dressing room, locking the door.

The rest of the group, already having had a few drinks, was out the door, waiting on a cab.

“Y/n? You and Vic coming?” Ethan questioned.

She nodded, though she was unsure if that was the case, doing her best to cast a reassuring smile in his direction.

Once she made sure they were gone, she knocked twice on the heavy door. Before she could even announce it was her, Vic’s voice rang out.

“Vattene, Damiano!”

“Victoria?” Y/n’s tone floated through the door to the other side, and Victoria face palmed and silently cursed herself. She quickly got up and unlocked the door, regretting her harsh tone.

“Y/n, hi.”

“Hi.” She responded, slight uneasiness about her. Victoria picked up on this immediately, her brows furrowing and her eyes softening.

“Are you alright, Y/n?”

The other girl scoffed and looked at her feet. Scared to break any boundaries now that they weren’t on stage, Victoria cautiously lifted a hand towards her chin, softly picking it up like Y/n had before.

Her voice sounded wavy as she spoke, her jaw slightly hanging slack.

“Actually, I came here to ask the same thing.”

Victoria tilted her head like a confused puppy, leaning up against the doorframe.

“Why? What happened?”

Struggling to find the right thing to say, Y/n began to trip over her words.

“Well, I just, you know, on stage and everything- we were super, y’a know, close and everything and I didn’t wanna, I don’t know. Make you uncomfortable or overstep any boundaries or anything, and if it was just a kiss I didn’t wanna overthink it or read into but, I mean, I really liked it but you seemed to go quiet so-“

Victoria cut off her painful rambling with another kiss, taking firm hold of her arms and moving her inside with her and closing the door with her foot.

“Wow.” Y/n said when they finally pulled apart, her eyes as wide as dinner plates and her pupils the size of the moon.

“Yes, wow.” Vic chuckled, moving a piece of Y/n’s stray hair behind her ear.

“You’re very different when you’re on stage, Y/n. You know that?” She asked, admiring how the fluorescent lights above illuminated Y/n’s features in the most wonderful way.

Victoria had decided she liked her most like this. Vulnerable, sweaty, and with the biggest heart eyes she’d ever seen.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” She laughed.

“No.” Vic frowned, taking her hands. “It’s not a bad thing. Not at all.” She brought her over to the velvet sofa in the corner of the room. “It’s admirable.”

“How?” She asked with a small smile.

“Easy. Because even though your stage persona is lovely,” she laughed, “I think I like this Y/n even better. She seems like she’s kind, and has a big heart with lots of love to give.”

Stunned, the other girl just smiled like an idiot, leaning forward and pecking Vic’s lips.

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?” The bassist replied, enjoying the banter forming between the pair.

“Why’d you go all radio silent? I’d never heard of Victoria De Angelis from EuroVision winning band Måneskin to do such a thing.” She exclaimed in what was the worst accent Victoria had heard in her life.

(Though, it was endearing, she’d admit.)

“Truly? I was thinking about how to ask you out. If you even wanted me to ask you out, all of that.”

Y/n’s eyes somehow got even bigger, and she laughed, tucking her legs beneath her.

“How is that even a question?” She exclaimed.

“Like I said, you are different on stage from off it. I didn’t know if it was just a front, a performance.”

This time it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes and lean in, encapsulating Victoria’s lips with her own.

“It wasn’t just a show, I’d love to go out with you, Vic.”

They both giggled like school girls hidden under the bleachers, leaning in for another kiss. It was hot and heavy, yet slow and sweet. It was everything either girl had hoped for.

And thanks to a certain Italian doofus, or 4, it would be momentarily put on pause. Mid-make out four loud knocks startled the girls, causing the two do them to pull away.

“Victoria! Daje! Perché non rispondi al telefono, eh? Stiamo aspettando- oh. This makes sense.“ Damiano burst through the door, Ethan and Thomas stood behind him with not-so-surprised looks painted on their faces.

“Realmente? Realmente, Damiano?” She scoffed. “Stai manzo!”

“Sorry, guys. Enjoy yourselves.” He turned over his shoulder to the rest, slowly shutting the door.

“Sicuro di dire che non verranno con noi.” He snickered, as did the others.

“Eccallà!” Ethan remarked, to which, not that Vic and Y/n knew, Thomas shoved him to the side.

Victoria sighed, returning to face Y/n.

“So. Where were we?”

♀~♀~♀

i hope yall liked that!! mwah make sure to reblog if u did <333 take care of urself!

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isimpoveryou · 3 years

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short social media au imagines

𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙

victoria de angelis x fem!reader

face claim: jennie kim

song inspired by: cupid's chokehold by gym class heroes

warning: english is my second language

tw: -

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vicdeanglis We even got a secret handshake and she loves the music my band makes i know im young but if i had to choose or the sun i'd a nocturnal son of a gun

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victoriafan739 i cant ya'll are so cuteee

y/nfan18 awwww cute *throws phone away*

y/s/nfan720 THEY ARE DOING THE CUPID CHOKEHOLD

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yourinstagram MY simp tho

vicdeangelis @ykaaar 🖕🖕

vicdeangelis @yourinstagram your simp

yourinstagram I LOVE YOUUU 💕💖🙈🥰😍💍💍

vicdeangelis anch'io ti amo amore mio

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yourinstagram take a look at my girlfriend shes the only i want not much of a girlfriend i never seem to get a lot

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y/s/nfan28 I CANT YA'LL ARE SO CUTE

y/nfan128 when will i have the same relationship as y/n and victoria

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hxllfires-gifs · 8 months

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PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. måneskin is competing in eurovision and thomas’ girlfriend surprises him with the help of their friends, to support her lover who thought that she would be staying home because of work.

WORD COUNT. 897

Y/N L/N WALKED around the airport after her flight finally landed and she gathered her luggage. She had flown to Rotterdam in order to surprise her boyfriend Thomas. The grand final of Eurovision was later on and there was a specific time that she needed to meet her friends at the venue. She made plans with Victoria, Ethan, and Damiano to surprise the youngest member but she also wanted to be there to support her friends.

She had a taxi take her to the place and she was met by Victoria who ushered her to the backstage area. She would be sitting in the green room with them once the finals actually started, but for now she was ready to see her partner. The two girls walked for a little longer before the H/C haired girl came to a stop. She could heard Thomas’ voice speaking to Ethan and Damiano most likely.

“What is this surprise?” Thomas asked, a tiny bit annoyed that his friends were trying to keep something from him and would not tell him. He had asked about it like fifty times, yet he still got no straightforward response.

“We will tell you soon, just be patient!” It was the singer who spoke up this time, his voice being louder than he intended. “You are going to love it, that’s all I can say for now.”

Thomas rolled his eyes at the two other males, not wanting to talk about it anymore because of the fact they were so hush hush. He wondered what could be so important but everyone in the band could be a little on the unpredictable side sometimes. Who knows what they had in store for him.

“Stay right there for a second,” Victoria’s words were more quiet so that Thomas was unable to hear. She turned and walked back into the dressing room with a smirk present on her face, not attempting to hide anything from the younger male.

Her slight mischievous energy gained his attention, causing him to focus on Victoria completely. “Why do you look like that? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?” His words held a teasing tone to them.

“Why do you assume I did something?” It wasn’t long before she feigned offense, not able to do it for too long though.

She glanced at Ethan and Damiano, who had the same type of expressions on their faces. It was time for them to reveal the big surprise. The bassist was excited to see how her friend would react. His girlfriend had been working a lot recently and originally thought that she wouldn’t be able to go to Rotterdam, but fate had different plans.

The de Angelis started explaining what she and the other two had been keeping from Thomas. “We are finally ready to tell you about your surprise. You’ve seemed a little…disappointed recently, so we wanted to cheer you up with someone special.”

This was Y/N’s cue to made her presence known so she joined the band in the room and her eyes immediately landed on the guy she loved so much. A look of disbelief had flashed upon his features but it was soon replaced with happiness. Thomas walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her, feeling tears in his eyes that he tried to keep at bay.

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t able to come because of work. Are you staying for the finals?” There were so many thoughts in his brain that he almost couldn’t keep up.

Y/N laughed, finding his reaction a little funny but more-so precious. “Yes, I am staying for the finals and afterwards. I’ll go back home with you guys. I honestly thought I wouldn’t but I worked something out with my boss and she let me take a couple of days off. I talked with these three about surprising you and hopped on the first flight here that I could get.”

She rubbed his back once she felt his hands fidgeting, which was a habit that he had picked up because of her. He was the happiest person and it was obvious in that moment. The girl stepped back a bit and it didn’t take long for their eyes to lock with one other’s gaze. He had a couple of tears that escaped, which made Y/N frown for a split second.

She wiped them away before kissing his cheeks. “Angel, I’m here, okay. I came here to support you guys. I could never miss out on something as big as this.”

“I was convinced that I’d have to do this without you, but I’m happy that you’re here now.” Thomas’ confession almost broke the L/N’s heart but she was over the moon that she could be here in person to cheer him on like he and their friends deserved.

“I hate to break up this sweet moment but we have to finish getting ready,” Damiano reminded his band mates.

Y/N placed a hand on her boyfriend’s arm and smiled once more. “I’ll be here all night so go and get ready, rockstar.”

Thomas playfully rolled his eyes but did as she and Damiano said, going to change into his outfit for their performance. It was going to be a crazy night but he felt like it would be ten times better now that Y/N was with him.

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multiphandommess · 7 months

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Meeting For The First Time - Chapter 1 - Vic's GF

Vic's gf meets the rest of Måneskin for the first time

3rd - POV

Victoria De Angelis met Eva during Måneskin’s month vacation in LA. Eva lived and worked in the city as a filmmaker and actor. Vic quickly fell in love and even though they lived miles away in different timezones, they called and FaceTimed each other daily as well as hundreds of texts sent all of the time. Naturally, this made the other members extremely curious about why Vic went out of the room to answer calls, always texting, and smiling at her phone. She was still like herself, but there were a few things that felt weird to the guys. A couple of weeks after their relationship went fully long-distance, she finally told the boys the reason behind her strange behavior. They were very happy for her but now they were bugging her about meeting her girlfriend.

After over 4 months of dating, Vic got a text from Eva saying that she would be in Europe for film festivals, most notably the Venice Film Fest. This meant she would be in Italy and was planning to take a couple of weeks off to spend time with Victoria. Vic jumped at the opportunity and offered for Eva to stay at the Måneskin house so that she could meet the rest of the band and they could stay in the same household to help make up for lost time. Eva agreed and Vic offered to pick her up from the train station. When Vic told the rest of the band that Eva was coming to stay with them, the boys were all excited to finally see the person that Vic had fallen for in such a short time.

A few weeks later, in early September, the day after the film festival, Eva was on the train to Rome. As she got off the train, she looked around for Victoria. However, the bassist beat her to it. A body collided with hers and she looked down to see the blonde bangs and blue eyes of her girlfriend staring back at her.

“Buongiorno, mi bella! I missed you,” Vic exclaimed into Eva’s shoulder.

“Hi, darling. I missed you too! How are you?” Eva replied, wrapping her arms around Vic, pulling her in closer, and topping it off with a kiss. “How’s the new album coming?” Eva asked.

“It’s going well. We have about half of it done. Are you ready to meet the guys?” Vic replied.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I think,” Eva said. Vic walked them over to her car, they got in and started making their way to the Måneskin house.

#victoria de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis x fem reader #victoria de angelis #måneskin

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writersblockiskillingme · 1 year

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Måneskin Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

Damiano David

If Not For You - As Damiano goes away on the tour with his band mates he has to deal with leaving his home behind. You. [۵♡]

Timezone - As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind. [۵♡]

Jealousy Game - You were ready for a lot of things, but you weren't ready for a woman at the competition you were attending to flirt with your secret boyfriend. [۵♡]

Papà - You woke up in the middle of the night just so that you realize that Damiano is not with you, but don't worry. You know where to find him. [♡]

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭]

How It's Supposed To Look Like - After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like. [➳۵♡✭]

Only Angel - You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it. [♡✭➳]

Thomas Raggi

Torna A Casa - Song that was promised to his one and only that he met on a lonely day in park in Italy. [➳۵]

Ethan Torchio

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭♡]

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 2 years

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Long Stormy Night

Pairing: Damiano x Vic x FemReader

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

word count: 6365 words

warnings: SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n XD,

When you felt an overwhelming heat burning your leg, you thought it was a part of your dream, however, it didn’t go away as you lazily opened your eyes. Sun rays got through the gap between the curtains and ended your sweet slumber. You stretched with a loud yawn and rest hands above your head. The bed was almost pulling you back, letting you sink in its comfortable mattress. It was the last day of your small gateway trip. Sadly it had turned out to be a giant disappointment, none of the wild parties you wanted to attend had been half as good as you imagined. At least the hotel lived up to your expectations. It didn’t however erase the growing frustration caused by the lack of adventures you craved so much. The last couple of months were painfully boring, you’d spent most of your days behind the desk of your office in Rome. You sighed, crawled out of the bed, and slowly walked to the window. The weather was beautiful, it would be a real shame to waste the last day being miserable in your room. You got dressed and went out to take some more pictures, shop in the local market for some souvenirs and visit the last places recommended in the brochure provided by the hotel.

You came back to the hotel in the evening when the air became heavy, the humidity got unbearable, and everything was indicating a big storm coming. The sky got darker, navy blue with hints of pink and orange in the west, where the sun was setting behind the clouds. One glance at this sight sent shivers down your spine. Storms were terrifying to you since childhood, but something in this wild and uncontrollable act of nature was also a bit exciting, maybe, even more, than you’d care to admit. The thrill of fear mixed with anticipation of another lightning and thunder felt oddly erotic. It was a bit strange to you, but you always found yourself aroused in an almost primal way during storms.

You went to your room and started running a bath to relax a bit. Closing the curtains to hide the approaching dark cloud seemed like a good idea. Just a few seconds before you got rid of your clothes to get into the bath, you heard a loud banging on the door.

“I’m sorry to disturb you miss, but we’ve got a notice that because of the storm we might have some problems with power. Here is a set of candles in case it gets cut off.” A lovely maid with an apologetic smile handed you a pack of white candles and a lighter.

Perfect, you thought. When the maid left you immediately jumped into the bath, knowing damn well you won’t stay alone in your room this evening. You put on a set of lacy lingerie and a black silk dress you saved for a fancy dinner you never went to. Since it was your last night, you decided to put it to use. Heels, strong makeup, and some expensive perfume made you feel much better. You smiled at your reflection and combed your hair down with your fingers. You felt ready to stroll into the hotel bar and allow the alcohol to muffle your anxiety caused by the approaching storm, which seemed to get more and more serious every minute.

You sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, trying your best to look relaxed and match the rest of the guests. Most of them seemed to be used to a high standard, expensive hotels, for which you had to save for a few months. Suddenly a loud thunder heard from the outside made you flinch slightly on your stool, almost spilling the drink. You downed it quickly and ordered another one.

It was at that moment when you noticed them out of the corner of your eye. You weren’t sure if it was them until they sat down next to you. These two faces were so familiar to you that no amount of stress or alcohol would wipe them out of your memory. You were a big fan of their band and had even tried to get tickets for the event they had planned in the city, but sadly you hadn’t been quick enough. Bumping into them here was both a delight and a scary experience since you weren’t the bravest. The thought of confronting them and asking for a picture paralyzed you. You’ve decided to stay quiet and not disturb them. However, their conversation was pretty loud, and since you were sitting almost shoulder in the shoulder with Vic, you couldn’t help but overhear the majority of it.

“Are you really still mad at me?”

“Vic for fucks sake of course I am, we were supposed to be back in Rome by now,” Damiano hissed, took a sip of his drink and put the glass down with a loud clink.

“So, the storm and the cancelled flight is my fault now?!” She raised her voice a bit and turned to him.

“No, no, no, cara, you had one job which was to set the fucking alarm, you told me that ‘you’ve got this,” he added last words in a higher pitch, trying to impersonate her voice.

“What is insane is that neither Thomas nor Ethan called us before leaving the hotel, what was their problem, huh?”

“They probably couldn’t stand us anymore and honestly I can’t blame them,” he chuckled, suddenly sounding more relaxed.

“Oh, come on Damia, we were behaving really well, I’m still shocked that this time we had almost no fun at all,” Vic sighed and started mixing her drink with a straw.

“Someone didn’t fuck for a few days and got grumpy, huh?” You didn’t have to see his face to tell that he was grinning at Vic.

“I didn’t mean that when I said we had no fun, but it’s also true, which is a big shame.”

You tried to remain calm but listening to Victoria complaining about the lack of sexual adventures on her trip, while you were seated only a few inches from her, ready to sacrifice your life to get her or Damiano’s attention, was a bit too much. You cleared your throat after almost choking on a drink. They both turned to you, making your face, already flushed from coughing, even more red.

“Everything alright?” Damiano asked in his velvety voice.

It took you a few long seconds to get the courage to look at them and smile, “Yeah, I’m fine thanks.”

Victoria turned to you and kept staring, her eyes started glowing and a smug smirk appeared on her face.

“Someone was eavesdropping,” she finally said, making you look at her with wide eyes, Damiano chuckled and shook his head.

“How can you explain her choking just as we started talking about sex huh?” Vic turned to him with a raised eyebrow, he sighed.

“Exactly.”

She shamelessly looked you up and down, tracing her beautiful, blue eyes over your body, tightly wrapped in a black dress, big smile was plastered on her face the whole time.

“Vic?” Damiano put a hand on her shoulder, she smacked it away.

“Shush, I’m busy.” She squinted her eyes and rest an elbow on the bar table, leaning closer to you. “So, you’ve heard something that caught your attention, cucciola?” Her fingers got dangerously close to your hand, a moment later she was tracing circles over your skin, you were grateful that you managed to put down the glass, you would’ve dropped it on the floor for sure.

“Well, I overheard a bit of your conversation, that’s true, and I’m sorry about that.” You looked down, playing with your bracelet, trying to avoid eye contact with her.

Damiano leaned over the bar table to look at you over Vic’s shoulder, his eyes were darker than usual, a smirk appeared on his face.

“Oh, so Vic was right, huh?” He said in a low voice, finally making you meet his eyes.

Vic bit her lip and tilted her head to the side, she glanced at Damiano and wiggled her eyebrows to which he chuckled and nodded with a grin, their interaction was subtle, but you noticed it right away.

“What is a good and innocent girl like you doing here, sitting all alone in a hotel bar full of horny men, ready to hit on you, hmm?”

You opened your mouth and closed them once again, trying to come up with a decent response. It was hard to focus with this woman around.

“Well, it’s the last day of my little holiday trip, and I haven’t done anything fun so far. I wanted to treat myself and at least get a good drink.”

You purposefully left out the bit about being scared of the storm, they already perceived you as a frightful and delicate creature, there was no need to reassure them about that.

Vic moved even closer to you, her fingers were riding up your arm at a painfully slow pace, this small touch was enough to make you breathe a bit heavier.

“Poor cucciola didn’t get any fun? That makes two of us,” she said while licking her lips in the most obscene way possible.

Your whole attention was focused on her, you didn’t even notice when Damiano got off his chair and stood behind you, his fingers brushed your exposed arms, making you shiver.

“Did I scare you, baby?” he growled into your ear. Vic chuckled and used this distraction to move her hand on your thigh, dangerously high and close to the hem of your dress.

“Are you nervous?” Vic asked quietly, you suddenly realised how close she was to your face.

“No.” Your voice was pathetically unconvincing, you swallowed hard.

“Liar,” Damiano whispered directly into your other ear, making you flinch since you didn’t expect that at all.

Vic clicked her tongue in disappointment, gently grabbed your chin and turned your face to meet your eyes, which made you gasp quietly.

“You can’t be this stressed and tense on the last day of your holiday trip, cucciola.” She looked at Damiano, who was sitting on the chair on your other side, grinning at Vic, tracing his long finger over your arm.

“Not on our watch…” He purred, watching your face carefully, observing how your cheeks were getting more and more red, breathing started getting faster and lips parted as a small sigh left them.

Vic reached for her bag, took a lipstick out of it and removed the cap with her teeth. She wrote down something on a napkin, folded it and handed it to you, leaning down to your ear.

“It’s our room number, drinks here are just terrible, we could make you really good ones…and maybe spend some more time together…if you want to of course,” she purred, her hot breath was tickling your neck as you took the napkin from her.

“I’ll think about it,” you said quietly in a shaky voice.

They both chuckled and stood up, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Don’t let us wait for too long,” said Damiano before wrapping his arm around Vic and walking towards the lift.

As soon as they left you downed your drink. It wasn’t you; you never did anything like that, but the idea of finally having some wild adventure was starting to look more and more tempting. What could possibly go wrong?

After a few more minutes you grabbed your bag and stood up, your legs were oddly shaky. You left the bar behind and pressed the button of the elevator. A loud thunder made you shiver again, you pressed the button five more times, trying to speed up the whole process. Whatever was about to happen later that night it was still a great way to spend the evening, much better than curled up in your bed, scared of every loud noise and lightning. The doors finally opened, and you got in, few seconds later you were already on the corridor, squeezing the napkin Vic gave you.

“345…346…347…” You stopped and took a deep breath.

It wasn’t the wisest decision of your life, but the most exciting one, you were certain of that. Just when you were about to turn around and run back to your room, the lights flickered and the whole corridor suddenly became pitch black. There was no way on earth that you’d get back to your room now, all alone with no source of light. You folded the napkin Vic gave you earlier and squeezed it into your tiny bag. You fixed your hair and cleared your throat before knocking on the door three times.

“Who do we have here…” Damiano opened the door for you with a smug smile plastered on his gorgeous face. He was wearing nothing but his dark jeans, his bare, toned chest was slightly glistening from sweat. You couldn’t help yourself and looked him up and down, immediately scolding yourself for doing so. Damiano clearly enjoyed seeing you so frustrated, he smirked and moved to the side, letting you in.

You smiled awkwardly and walked into the room. A moment had passed before your eyes adjusted to the darkness inside. The space was lit only by candles, there were many of them, almost as if they asked for more than the maid had left you. The wax was already dripping down some of them, their golden glow and awful silence in the room made you question the safety of your choices.

“There’s no need to be scared little kitten.” Damiano purred into your ear, you didn’t even notice when he moved behind you. His hot breath on your neck made you gasp quietly.

Just as your eyes started getting used to the darkness, big lighting brightened up the room, making you flinch. They hadn’t closed the curtains and for a split second, it allowed you to see the room in its entirety. You hadn’t noticed her earlier, but Victoria was standing in the big window like a sexy yet scary goddess. The lightning lit her up for a second, but you could see her just fine in the candlelight.

She was dressed in a short, see-through dressing gown, under which she had only her underwear. The material slid off her shoulder, exposing her soft skin to you. She smirked and cocked her head to the side, only then you realised that your mouth was gaping open. You closed them, blushing hard, suddenly being thankful for the faded lights. Vic took a few steps towards you, her robe parted slightly, exposing her hard nipples to you. You involuntarily bit your lip, feeling heat spreading between your thighs.

“You like what you see, cucciola?” she asked sweetly, all you could do in response was to nod energetically. She looked behind you and gave Damiano a sign.

“We need some real drinks, not the shit ones they serve downstairs, it’s your time to shine Damia.”

Vic walked closer and started staring at your body with a shameless desire. She took a small purse from your hand and tossed it on a nearby chair. You didn’t even blink in protest. Her long, slim fingers started riding up your both arms. You couldn’t take your eyes from her face, she was a perfect mix of an angel and a demon, soft and ethereal, yet there was some kind of darkness hidden in her. Vic grabbed your shoulders and traced both hands upwards to your neck, gripping it firmly yet for a moment. You looked deeply into her eyes, with a mix of fear and unknown till this moment arousal. Vic purred and licked her lips before letting you go. A disappointed sigh left your mouth, making her grin.

“Maybe at least let’s have a drink first, hmm?” Vic turned to Damiano and took two glasses from him, she handed you one of them.

You had never been more confused in your entire life; fear was always with you but it never caused such a wave of wetness between your legs. Something about them was making you scared and weak at the same time. You took a big sip of the drink. It was strong, probably way too strong but also damn good. They were right about the bar; their cocktails were nothing in comparison.

Suddenly a flash of giant lightning ripped the sky apart, it hit very close to the hotel. It all happened really fast. The thunder made the windows shake, one of them wasn’t properly closed. A strong draft made it swing open, letting a cold wind into the room which put most of the candles out. Damiano quickly made his way to the window and shut it close again.

“Are you alright baby?” Vic turned to you with a genuine concern in her voice.

You looked down and noticed that you’ve dropped your glass on the floor, shattering it into many pieces.

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” You mumbled and leaned down to clean up the mess.

“Careful, don’t…” Vic’s words were interrupted by your hiss. “…hurt yourself”.

You obviously cut your fingers with the biggest piece of the glass, just how anyone could expect from your clumsiness. You stood up, holding your hand up. All three of you froze in silence, staring at the thick, dark blood, dripping down your hand. Damiano was still holding the lighter, trying to light back the put-down candles. Victoria took your hand into hers and looked at the blood, shining in the candlelight like ruby stones. She glanced at you, smirked, and put your hand to her lips, to slowly lick your finger.

Normally you’d find it disgusting, unhygienic or simply weird, but there was something so electric in the air, some kind of mystery, something unknown and unusual about their behaviour, that you just couldn’t resist the urge to stay still, quiet and observe whatever was about to happen.

Vic looked deep into your eyes, still holding your blood-stained hand close to her face. Her lips here were so perfect with this shade of red on them. You didn’t think about your actions and brushed your fingers over her mouth, leaving more blood on them. As soon as your thumb encountered her lower lip, she placed a soft kiss on it and opened her mouth, allowing you to slip the finger inside. Her tongue was so wet and warm, it made you let out a quiet gasp. Damiano hummed quietly, he threw the lighter on the table and moved behind you. Vic started gently sucking on your thumb with an obscene moan which made you squeeze your thighs together. Suddenly you felt a strong hand on your back, hips and stomach. Damiano’s hands were gently roaming over your body before he pushed your hair to the side and moved his face close to your neck.

“Maybe you’re not such a good and innocent girl as we thought, huh?” He purred into your ear, his hot breath against your skin sped up your breathing. Vic let go of your thumb and cupped your face.

“Oh, she just isn’t yet aware of how big slut she is, am I right baby?” Her husky voice was so powerful and seductive, you’ve realised that you nodded to her words which made her chuckle.

“That’s what I thought, our perfect little whore.” She moved closer and pressed her lips to yours.

She kissed you slowly at first, Damiano’s hands started moving over your body, he pushed straps of your dress off your shoulders which he kissed before placing his wet lips on the side of your neck. You opened your lips and let Victoria deepen the kiss. She tasted of blood, your blood, the metal taste you couldn’t mistake with anything else. You moved your hands and cupped her face, forgetting about your wound, leaving ruby stains over her perfect cheek. Damiano knelt behind you and swiftly pulled the dress down, leaving you with nothing but your underwear.

Vic broke off the kiss and looked you up and down.

“What a sight…” She dragged her hands down your neck, shoulders and placed both of them on your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. You grunted but licked your lips immediately after.

“There we go, see? Told you she’s a slut, you love that, don’t you?” she purred, grabbing your hips to pull you closer.

“Who would’ve thought,” Damiano mumbled and smacked your ass, making you flinch.

“We don’t play nice, are you sure you want this?” Vic didn’t take her eyes off you for a split second.

“If you like kind and tender lovers, this might be a bit too much for you,” Damiano mumbled against your neck and kissed it softly.

“I think this is exactly what I want and need.” Your voice sounded as if it belonged to somebody else.

“If you say so…I think we can show you what we like.” Damiano smacked your ass again, way harder this time, leaving a pink mark on your skin.

“Let’s see how much you can take.” Vic kissed you softly. “If you want us to stop, just say stop, ok cucciola?” Her voice suddenly changed, it had a hint of deep care in it. You nodded.

“No, no, no, you need to learn how to use your words if you want to play with us, understood?” said Damiano firmly.

“Yes,” you quickly responded

“Good.” Vic’s voice changed again and became more harsh and cold. “On the bed”

She grabbed your hips and forced you to walk backwards, when your legs hit the edge of the bed, she pushed you hard, making you land on your back. You heard the sound of Damiano unbuckling his belt, he kicked his jeans to the side and crawled on the bed next to you.

“What, are you scared already?” he asked with a grin and grabbed your arm, you turned your head to the other side, Vic was already holding your wrist and tying it up to the metal headboard of the bed.

“Now you’re completely at our mercy,” Vic purred into your ear and straddled you.

Damiano sat next to you and started palming himself through his boxers, watching you with a smirk. Vic leaned down and kissed you again, this time more roughly, leaving you breathless, she moaned and broke off the kiss, sitting up straight on you. She reached under the pillow and pulled out a small shiny dagger. You widened your eyes, feeling the sudden wave of fear, making adrenaline rush through your veins. Vic started slowly dragging the blunt side of it over your stomach, you’ve flinched as the cold metal touched your hot skin.

“No need to be scared cucciola, you’ve made yourself bleed enough today.” She grabbed the waistband of your bra and slid the knife under it, with one swift cut she ripped the material open and sat your breasts free.

“Much better.” She threw the dagger to the side and leaned down to your chest, her lips wrapped around one nipple while her long fingers kept pinching the other.

You moaned and glanced at Damiano. His bulge was visible from afar now, just like the wet stain of precum on his boxers, he grinned at you and pulled his underwear a bit lower. He knew you liked what you saw and decided to put up a little performance for you, as Vic’s hands were wandering over your breasts, thighs, and belly. He kept licking his lips and grunting quietly, stroking himself now on full display, without breaking the eye contact with you for a second.

Vic lifted herself and grabbed your attention by depriving you of her touch. You glanced at her and saw her holding a lit candle right above your chest. You frowned and looked at her face with a mix of fear and excitement. Another big lightning brightened up the room, making you flinch.

“Just a little taste, I feel that you might like it,” she said and poured a bit of the hot wax over your chest. You hissed and bit your lip, the sensation was intense, but you had to admit, she was right. You loved it. You looked at Vic with a smile.

“Such a good girl, I knew it.” She cocked her head to the side. “You want more?”

You nodded eagerly. Damiano grabbed your face with a free hand and forced you to look at him.

“What did I say about using your words, you slut?” He spat out. “Tell us what you want, or maybe you’re too ashamed to admit, hmm?”

His words should evoke fear or even anger, yet it wasn’t the case. You knew that you could stop this any moment, but you were far from it. The artificial lack of control made you feel things you’d never felt before, you never wanted someone to have you as much as in that moment.

“Please give me more, pretty please?” You whined.

Vic smirked and poured more wax on your chest. You let out a loud moan as it hit your nipples.

“That’s it, good girl.” Damiano moved a bit closer and let go of his cock to put his hand closer to your face.

“Spit,” he growled, you did exactly what he asked for, without hesitation.

He smirked and started slowly stroking himself with your saliva. Vic moved herself a bit lower and pushed your legs apart. She started teasing your inner thighs with her fingers, playing with the hem of your underwear before tugging on it. Her finger brushed your pulsating heat, making you gasp.

“You’re so wet, so pathetic and desperate, aren’t you?”

She grabbed the thin material of your panties on your hips and dragged them down, peeling them off you. Damiano kept stroking himself with one hand, he leaned down and kissed you softly as Vic brushed your bare folds with her cold finger. You moaned into the kiss before he broke it off. He wrapped his free hand around your neck.

“You know that we’re gonna make you scream and cry tonight, right?” he asked with the sweetest smile as if his words meant something completely innocent.

“Yes,” you mumbled while looking at him with big eyes. He smiled, satisfied that this time you didn’t need a reminder of how to respond to his questions. He leaned down and kissed you hard, slipping the tongue in your mouth, letting you suck on it.

Vic slipped both her fingers into you without a warning. You were dripping wet, so she managed to do it with ease. A sharp cry left your mouth as soon as you moved your lips away from Damiano. They both chuckled, he tightened the grip around your neck and looked at Vic.

“She’s enjoying it more than I expected.” His voice was low and dark, almost intoxicating.

“I had a feeling about her.”

Vic pulled her fingers out and smacked your thighs as you tried to squeeze them together, Damiano let go of your neck and grabbed your knee.

“What do you think you’re doing, hmm? Who allowed you to close your legs?” he growled.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry, sir,” he spat out, digging his fingers in your knee hard.

“… I’m sorry, sir, please forgive me.” Words were leaving your mouth without any control, you barely recognised your voice. They turned you into their toy with such ease.

“Good girl,” he smirked and spread your legs apart, holding one of them firmly.

Vic grabbed her other leg and pushed her hard into the mattress, exposing you fully. She smirked and let the drop of saliva on your clit, watching it slide down your already wet cunt. You whined, feeling even more wetness but didn’t dare to move an inch. Vic leaned down and gave your clit a long lick. You couldn’t hold back a loud moan. She hummed and gave you a few more slow licks, humming and looking you in the eyes while doing so.

“So sweet…” She mumbled before sliding two fingers back into you.

Damiano started stroking himself again with a grin, still holding your leg.

You arched your back as Vic started curling her fingers, they were hitting the right spot with each movement. Her warm tongue was sliding back and forward over your clit, sucking on it from time to time. You felt like your body can’t take any more, being so close to letting go.

“Come cucciola, we see how desperate you are,” Vic said and came back to sucking on your clit, thrusting her fingers harder than before.

You came with a loud cry, bucking your hips towards her face erratically, your walls clenched around her fingers as you rode out your orgasm. Your body was still trembling, breathing hadn’t yet come back to normal when Vic moved from between your legs to your side to give you a deep kiss.

“Such a good puppy,” she mumbled and sucked on your lip, gently grabbing your neck, “but we barely even started.” She smirked devilishly.

You looked at her confused and then noticed that Damiano was already placed between your still trembling and parted thighs, stroking himself.

“Such a pretty slut as yourself should get some of that famous, Italian cock,” he grinned and spat on his hand before sliding his tip against your still oversensitive clit.

You winced, started panting again and looked at Vic. She stroked your hair, already damp from sweat, and kissed your nose.

“Do you want him to take you like the good girl you are?” She asked sweetly, yet her eyes once again had this evil spark you’ve seen before.

“I do.” Your voice sounded way more desperate than you intended. “Please?” you said looking at Damiano. He grinned and pushed his tip in with a grunt, he slid in his entire length with one, slow yet steady thrust.

You moaned loudly, feeling him filling your cunt, stretching you like nobody ever had before. Vic scratched some of the dried wax off your chest and started sucking on your nipple, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. The intensity of sensation which Damiano’s cock was giving you muffled her words. He gave you a moment to get used to him before he started thrusting, slowly at first. You finally came back to reality when Vic slapped you and grabbed your chin.

“Someone is enjoying themselves, hmm? Our little slut lost her mind for your cock,” Vic chuckled while looking at Damiano. He bit his lip and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer.

“Let’s see how much she can take,” he spat out, bucking at her with much more force. Now his cock was hitting the perfect spot, making your eye roll with every thrust.

“Come, you whore, I want to hear you scream,” he growled.

You didn’t need much encouragement, his moves combined with Victoria’s lips wandering over your chest and her hand clasped around your neck, quickly made you come again, harder than before. Damiano smacked your ass and pulled out his still hard cock.

“Such a good girl.” He leaned down to kiss your stomach, his curls were ticking your hot skin.

Vic untied your wrists, and kissed each of them, making sure you weren’t hurt. She kissed your cheek and started nibbling on your ear.

“Are you done, baby? Or can you take some more?” They both looked at you attentively, waiting for your response.

“I think…I can take some more,” you said in a breathy voice and smiled innocently. Damiano raised his eyebrow.

“Who would’ve thought,” he mumbled with a smirk and sat between your legs.

He gently closed them and grabbed your thighs, swiftly flipping you on your stomach.

“On all fours,” he said coldly, kicking your legs apart after you did what he asked for.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and stood behind you on the floor. Vic moved in front of you, and only now you noticed that she got rid of her panties. She spread her legs apart and smiled, the way only she could. She leaned back on her elbows and cocked her head to the side.

“Show me how much you like me, princess,” she smirked.

Damiano smacked you hard, making you hiss. Your reaction only made him do it again, harder this time.

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Being a good slut for us, getting fucked like this?” He smacked you again and pressed your back, pushing your chest into the mattress.

Your face suddenly got close enough to Vic’s pussy to let you taste it. You gave her one long lick, watching her reactions. She was so sweet it made you crave more of her. Vic hummed and bit her lip, watching you with hooded eyes. She slowly nodded.

“Keep going, I know you can do better than this.”

Damiano brushed his tip against your soaked folds, glistening with wetness. You winced, trying to push yourself on him.

“So, fucking desperate, so pathetic,” he growled and pushed in with one strong thrust.

You moaned loudly, but your cries were muffled by Vic who grabbed your hair and pushed your face in her pussy.

“You don’t get to come before I do, those are the rules this time, puppy,” she said in a breathy voice.

Damiano’s cock thrusting into you hard made you realise that you might be closer than you thought. You tried your best to focus your attention on Vic, mimicking her actions from earlier and you started gently sucking on her clit. It turned out to be a good idea, her moans became louder and her grip on your hair tightened. Damiano kept mercilessly bucking into you, holding you steadily, digging his fingers in your soft skin. Vic started rocking her hips and threw her head back, pressing your head closer. You kept switching between flicking her clit with your tongue and sucking it until she let out a loud moan and looked at you. Her face was covered in your dried blood, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. She was breathing through her parted lips and smiled, biting her lip at the same time.

“Such a good girl,” she mumbled and stroked your hair. “You can make her come now,” she said to Damiano.

He didn’t need much encouragement, being very close himself. He gave your ass a hard spank, leaving his handprint on it. Damiano gripped your hips harder, thrusting into you with great force. Your loud whimpers mixed with the desperate grunts of Damiano and they echoed in the room, letting you know that you’re both close. He finally gave you a few last pushes and moaned loudly, filling you up with his hot cum. You came right after him, feeling full and overstimulated in the best way possible. He slipped out of you, while still panting, and kissed your back before flopping on the bed next to you.

You rolled on your side and looked up at Vic. She leaned down and kissed you slowly, gently brushing your face with her thumb. She got up and disappeared into the bathroom, while you and Damiano laid there in silence. He finally stood up and reached his hand to you, helping you get up.

“Let’s get you to a bath, hmm?” He said softly, the rough macho was long gone, he turned into a soft and caring boy.

You took his hand and as soon as your feet touched the ground, he gently picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. Vic was already there she lit up the room with some candles, and was sat in a big bath filled with hot water and bubbles. Damiano helped you to get in there and sit in front of Vic so that your back could face her. She slipped her hands around you and pulled you close, making you lie down on her and rest against her warm body. Damiano jumped into the bath with a grin, making the water splash on both of you. They both massaged your body, helped you wash your hair, remove the dried bloodstains, peel off the wax from your body and covered your bruised skin in kisses. You’ve sat there till the water got cold, giggling, cuddling, and sipping the drinks which Damiano made earlier. They helped you get out of the tub, Damiano wrapped you in a big, fluffy towel and made you sit down for one more minute.

“Show me that cut darling.” He gently took your hand, disinfected it, gently blowing on the foaming cut as you hissed. “One more second,” he mumbled and put a dressing on it.

“There,” he kissed the bandage and looked at you with a smile.

“Thank you… for everything,” you said with a smirk.

“We should be the ones thanking you.” Vic appeared out of nowhere with your dress and shoes.

“Sorry about the bra…and the panties, well, I’ve decided to keep them,” she grinned and cupped your face, giving you a soft and tender kiss. Damiano kissed you as well and winked on his way out of the bathroom.

You glanced at your marked body in the fogged-up mirror and smiled to yourself. You put on your dress and shoes before leaving back to their room.

“Once again, thank you, guys. I had so much fun,” you said to two familiar figures in the darkness.

“It was a real pleasure,” Damiano smirked and took another bite of the apple he was munching on.

“Let’s hope that’s not our last meeting, cucciola,” Vic winked at you and sat down on the bed heavily.

You smiled at them one last time and left the room. The darkness of the corridor suddenly wasn’t terrifying anymore. You walked confidently till you reached your room. When you finally got there, you stood in front of the big window and one swift motion you parted the curtains. The sky was still getting torn with lightning every once in a while. But you weren’t scared anymore. You smirked at your reflection in the window. That was indeed a nice ending to your little trip.

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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To the edge

Warning: SMUT

Y/n was dancing slowly around the room, the soft notes of the record making her sway left and right, the satin dress she was wearing floating around her.

Lost in her own thought, in the music, she didn’t hear the door open.

Soon, Victoria was prompted agains the door frame, staring at her with a hungry gaze. Taking in her slim form, hugged by the short dress.

“You look lovely, amore.” She purred out, her voice enough to snap Y/n out of her trance.

Locking her eyes with Vic’s, the girl shyly surrounded herself with her arms and stopped swaying, sending a sheepish smile to her girlfriend.

“Hey, Vic. How did the recording go?”

“Could have been better. Especially when I clearly remember telling you to send me some pictures of this new dress you bought.” Her tone had reached a dangerous level, approaching the girl and tilting her face up.

“You aren’t planning on already misbehaving, are you, puppy?”

Y/n gulped, already feeling her legs melt. She did remember clearly how Vic had told her to send her updates if she would have bought anything, but as always, her friends convinced her not to.

And now…she would be in for a long night.

“Answer me, pet.” She spoke harshly, grabbing Y/n’s neck, but not yet applying any pressure.

“No.”

“Then you will do as I say, won’t you?”

Y/n nodded, looking up at Victoria with both fear and excitement.

The blonde smirked, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

“Now you’re gonna sit down on your knees and wait for me. Got that?”

She nodded, hastily sitting down as she was instructed and looked back at Vic, watching her eyes darken before she left the room.

A million thought went through Y/n’s head, thinking of all the things Victoria could do. She was soon interrupted by her entering the room once more, a leather leash in her hand.

Y/n’s cheeks reddened when she saw the object, knowing that she loved when her girlfriend used it, but was too ashamed to ever admit it.

“You know what’s coming next, baby. I just want to hear you say it.”

Y/n closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath and rubbing her already sweaty hands to her bare skin.

“C’mon puppy. Say you want me to wrap this collar around your neck and drag you around like the pretty little pet you are.”

Y/n whined loudly, leaning over so her face would be rested against Vic’s legs. “Please. Do just that.”

The blonde chuckled, taking pride in how embarrassed and turned on her girlfriend already was, as she pushed her away and tilted her head upwards.

With a quick click, the choker was around Y/n’s neck, and the long, leather strap was now hanging from it.

Victoria spun the end around her hand a few times, looking at Y/n with a sweet face, before roughly dragging her forward, making her collapse.

“Already so fucking desperate, huh?” She spoke from above Y/n, who was now laying on the floor. Vic’s foot was holding her down, applying enough pressure to shy the girl away from any bold moves.

The blonde flipped her around, and sat down on her stomach.

Y/n was looking at her girlfriend with pure desperation in her eyes.

“Victoria, please!” She begged, thrusting her hips into the air.

The girl only laughed in response, starting to grind down onto Y/n’s stomach.

Y/n could do nothing but stare at her girlfriend, slowly pleasing herself on her.

With every movement, a melodic moan would leave her mouth, her head leaning back in pleasure as she would roughly pull on the leash, dragging Y/n’s head upwards, forcing her to watch.

It went on for an eternity. With each sound, Y/n could feel her panties get wetter and wetter as Victoria quickly approached her high.

Tears started falling down her cheeks, the intensity of the tugs and the empty feeling between her legs making it too much.

“Victoria, please!” She cried out, earning a loud moan in response.

“If you talk one more time, I’ll put that mouth to better use.” The blonde responded between whimpers.

A long shudder passed through her, as she grabbed the leash harder than before and came undone on Y/n’s dress. She screamed loudly in between gasps, crumbling on top of Y/n.

After a few moments, she got back up again, and brushed a few strands of hair out of the girl’s face.

“I fucking love it when you cry for me.” She muttered, staring at Y/n with a drunk and hazed expression.

“Fuck! Please!” Y/n cried again, reaching her hands up to Victoria’s hips, grabbing them and pushing them downwards.

In an instant, the blonde grabbed her arms and dragged them above her, letting the leash go from her hand and instead tying her to the bed frame.

“I never told you you could touch me, pet. If you’re so fucking desperate, I’ll make sure you’ll be satisfied in about a week.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, looking up at her girlfriend, hoping she had misunderstood.

“Wait wha-“

“You see,” Vic started, rubbing one of her breasts, “I would never want you to learn bad habits.”

Continuing to play with her nipple, the blonde got off of her and took a sit right between her legs.

“So I’ll just teach you to never be bad again.”

Her finger immediately thrusted into Y/n, making her scream and arch her back.

“Fuck!”

The blonde kept thrusting into her, one hand occupied with pinching her thighs. She soon found her spot and made her moan even louder, as she trembled helplessly around her hand.

Victoria couldn’t help but admire Y/n’s tear chained cheeks and her reddish skin.

“Fuck, Vic, I’m so close!”

“Alright then.” The blonde said, pulling her fingers out of the girl, making her shoot up in disappointment.

“No, Vic, please, another day, no-“

She was silenced by Vic’s lips on hers, as she massaged ger shoulders and untying her.

“One week, princess. You won’t touch yourself, and no one will help you. You don’t want to disobey me.”

With that, Victoria got up, wiping her fingers on her shirt, and left the room, leaving Y/n alone and aching.

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filthforfriends · 3 years

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Carmel Freckles and Other Places to Put Your Tongue

Thomas x original female character

Word count: 2296

Summary: Ironically, Piper wouldn’t have met Thomas in Rome if she hadn’t almost fucked Damiano the night previous. She was in LA to see her boyfriend, but things keep getting in the way of appeasing Piper’s libido. Traffic, writing sessions, Damiano drama, and time. Falling for Thomas felt like falling into place, but memories weren’t enough to sustain a relationship.

TW: sex, swearing, alcohol, weed, angst, conflict

Piper was half way through her sleep cycle by the time Thomas came back. She’d touched down in LAX at 9pm the day prior, with a layover in London, whose plane was delayed. Customs made Piper think that God had chosen right now to punish her for the impure thoughts of Thomas that had addled her mind for the entirety of her flight. She’d written down the dirtiest of them in her journal, maybe to leave for him, when she flew back almost a month from now. However, Piper knew she wouldn’t have that patience when she could torment Thomas so deliciously tangibly and in the flesh. She’d forced herself not to think about where this journey would end, because if she did, she’d get so excited that the hours of wait would be unbearable.

However, now, standing on the concrete of the same continent as him, Piper felt like a live wire, exposed to taking in the energy around it. The smile of the man at the Hertz car rental stand seemed sweeter. The insesinst traffic agitated Piper even more than usual. At least she could drive in her home country. Ubering across European countries was bougie until Piper learned that the taxi list included Italy. Her boyfriend may have a license, but by the time Thomas should have been practicing, he was already knee deep in a music career. Like a tractor, Thomas’s driving, while legal, was definitely not road safe.

Piper didn’t know the city, or even the state, but she daydreamed that she was driving around with her boyfriend. Thomas developed these caramel colored freckles under his eyes when he got enough sun. The sight made her downright ferrell. His hair got blonder, and in her mind’s eye, the window was down and the wind was blowing it off his cheekbones. Everytime Piper held Thomas’s face between her hands, she used her fingers to push his hair back. The others were beautiful, but Tommy was handsome, and he covered that like it was a flaw. It wasn't.

She would only call him Tommy in her head. He hated it (for now). However, Piper insisted that Tommy Raggi had a rockstar ring to it, especially when you roll the “R” a little extra.. She imagined some award show mishap where the performance guitarist was indisposed and the artist was going to be forced to use playback. Instead he--it was usually Ringo Star--would welcome a young guest musician who’d stepped in at the last moment.

“Please welcome special guest guitarist Tommy Raggi!” And then after her boyfriend had melted the faces of onlookers with his epic musicianship Ringo or whomever would thank him. “I don’t know what they’re putting in the water these days, but this kid is one hell of a musician. He jumped in at the last second and made it work, so let's hear a round of applause for my young friend!” Piper would be going ballistic from the wings. When her fantasy really got going there was some comment that they hadn’t heard playing like Thomas’s since the 70’s, a standing ovation, and sex in the bathroom directly afterwards. Sure Piper was concerned she had maladaptive daydreaming disorder, but what the hell else was she supposed to do in traffic?

She’d try to avoid driving Thomas through this shit, but then the idea of being stuck in a car with her boyfriend super glued itself to her frontal lobe. She’d be finally able to smell him: shampoo, shaving cream, moisturizer, cologne, deodorant, and sweat. Kaitlyn, her closest friend, had always said that you know you’re really attracted to a guy when you like the smell of his sweat. Piper didn’t get it until Tommy. Sometimes, when they’d fuck in the heat Piper would pull him down and press her nose against his neck to smell his pheramones. She loves when they’re slick with sweat and Thomas is sheathed inside her to the hilt. Its gross, so fucking hot, and gives a delicious ache. Piper sucks not to bruise, but to taste. She’ll take mental notes of the soft, fragile skin on his neck, textured with pores. Piper counted Tommy’s pores with her mouth.

Driving down the interstate, all caramel freckles, blond hair blown back, exposed forehead, sun kissed cheeks, burned nose, and the naked planes of his chest. Thomas’s creamy skin filled up the car. This was her body’s anthem and Piper wanted to taste the salt of Thomas’s sweat when she licked it off his body. In all honesty, Piper wanted to give Tommy a bath with her tongue, but she was stuck behind a dusty minivan on I-5 going 40mph in a 60 zone. Which sure, wasn’t that bad since it was past 10pm. However, the baby on board bumper sticker on the car in front of Piper made her thoughts feel downright sacreligious. Piper was jolted out of said thoughts when she had to slam on her brakes. Apparently, regardless of whether there’re children in the car, people still don’t use their fucking turn signal!

Of course when she got to his apartment things were good. They were good all night and good when they slept in late. Thomas missed half of their first writing session of today, which was an issue since having quality time to devote to music was a rarity. Like most things, it became an issue because Damiano made it so. It may be a bit simplistic, but if Damiano held himself to the same standard he sometimes does his bandmates, he’d actually be the demigod he fancies himself. Piper respected that Dami’s passion and emotional intensity are what made the songs and performances work. However, there were some days where it just looked like mood swings. On those days it seemed that if Damiano was any more a martyr, he might throw his back out of strain a tendon in his other hand too.

You told Thomas as much today over a cynical text diatribe while he was at the studio. You got a snapchat notification from Vic and momentarily panicked, then realized she’d find the text contents hilarious too. Fuck so would Damiano. A bit of teasing was necessary to keep him in check. The Snapchat was a video she’d taken in an idle moment, of Thomas on his phone. His eyes ran back and forth across the screen as he read. Piper realized that Vic had, out of coincidence, taken the video while her boyfriend was seeing her message. Tommy’s face evolved from a quiet smile, to a huff of surprise, to an outright laugh, which he tried to keep under control, hand over his mouth as his rib cage quivered.

Damiano walked into the room, saw Thomas, and goodnaturedly questioned “what are you laughing at?” He was out of frame, but his voice was totally innocent. Like school children, Vic started to laugh too and then Thomas gave in, rolling flat on his back, arms thrown out wide on the insulated studio floor like a snow angel. The only word was “You?” The brother-sister relationship between Victoria and Thomas was the core of the band dynamic, in Piper’s opinion. Also in Piper’s opinion, this was no way to make an album, sandwiched between two looming tours. Any spats could be prevented if they had time to be human beings. But that wasn’t profitable.

Her friendship with Damiano informed her of band dynamics.In a time of pressure, he was going to take all the good and all upon himself, feeling like it was his duty. He would try to shield everyone out of love, not realizing no one asked to be shielded, even if they needed to be. Then, Damiano would feel hurt when all the stress endured on behalf of his band members went unthanked. Meanwhile, they’re wondering why Damia has an ego so big he demands gratitude out of the blue. He’s yelling, so upset that there are tears on his cheeks, and for what? Victoria was the best salve for this kind of wound. There existed an inexplicable bond: sexual, friendship, familial, even spiritual. It was none of these things and also all of them at the same time. Piper knew because she had met Damiano in one of his episodes as an Italian exchange student. Listening to men cry at a bar was pretty far down on her list, but his words were beautiful, as was he, and so magnetic.

“Americana bella,” he purred, stroking her face with the back of his hand. The husk in his voice couldn’t hide his words from slurring. The light reflected off the gold cross hanging from his neck, like a movie. When Piper could smell the alcohol on his breath, she knew he was in trouble, not because he was too close, but because she couldn’t discern the smell of any particular liquor. Damiano had been mixing, which was lethal.

When they danced, it was as though Dami were dancing with her, around her, and with the music itself. She’d thought that Damia was the embodiment of what she craved: passionate, artistic, fiery, a bit crazy, with beautiful eyes. Now, Piper thanks the heavens they didn’t have sex that night. His phone was going off so frequently that Piper knew he was dearly missed. He refused to go back home after the fight, but was too trashed to get himself a hotel room. So, Piper propped him on her couch with a blanket, a bucket, and a prayer in her heart that he wouldn’t puke on the carpet. The next morning, a chipper Damia thought she was so great that he invited her on a picnic with his bandmates, whom he’d made up with over the phone.

Tourists and locals mixing was typical in the cities of friendly countries. The language barrier often made things interesting. Like right now, walking with Dami on the grass, weaving through groups of college students smoking. Besides a hug, he hadn’t touched her, not even brushing hands. Piper didn’t really question it when he’d slipped out that morning, but it was past noon and devoid of a hangover, so did they not almost fuck last night?

“How much of last night do you remember?” she asked, hinting.

“Oh, all of it I think,” he said kindly. The words were warm, but not outright flirtatious.

“Cool. Thanks for not puking on my floor.” He laughed, looking a bit shy or self conscious.

“I can usually handle my alcohol, I promise. Thank you for letting me sleep on your couch. I hope I wasn’t um-” Damiano lit a cigarette, searching for the words.

“You weren’t.” Piper returned with a reassuring smile. His lips pursed around the filter and cheeks hollowed as he took a pull. His face was almost too angular to be attractive. She was starting to realize that she had confused fiery sexual chemistry with drinking whiskey with a beautiful companion while horny. Damia had probably done this enough times to pick up on that before her.

“I’d like to be friends and maybe have some fun,” he insinuated, bashfully, “or maybe not. Either way you’re a cool person, y’know?” He was giving her a choice and wouldn’t punish her for making it either way. Of course she didn’t recognize this behavior from a man, she was from Tennessee.

“Yeah, I feel the same.” A weight seemed to lift from Damiano and the tension in the air dissolved.

“Okay,” he said, a full smile coming easy. “So my bandmates-” he motioned with his hand in the place of proper grammar, “Victoria, Thomas, and Ethan. I think Victoria brought couple friends and it will also be Leo as well. See, right up there.” He pointed to a group sitting on a ratty Bob Marley blanket. A blond girl got up and embraced Dami as soon as they came upon them. This seemed to settle something and the group visibly relaxed, slouching against the tree, on the blanket, against grass. First, a boy who looked Indigenous American introduced himself as Ethan. The guy next to him was laying on his stomach, propped up on denim clad elbows, running blades of grass between his pointer finger and thumb. Ethan stared at the boy, waiting a beat for him to introduce himself.

“Thomas! Tom-” he looked to Ethan, then directly up at Piper, and then never ever looked away.

“Hey, I’m Thomas,” he had the thickest accent when he spoke. Piper yearned to keep looking at his face. It felt strange to stand above someone laying down, so she sat. They never broke eye contact, his gaze watchful and entranced. Piper crouched in the grass and Thomas pushed up to his hands and sat back on his heels. They held each other's gaze, the act of doing so while Thomas rearranged his body was somehow intimate. He grabbed Piper’s elbow and pulled her closer. He wanted to know how it’d feel to touch her.

“On the blanket” he murmured, “it’s better.” Piper scootered forward on her knees and looked into his eyes again. Thomas had beautiful eyes, there was no doubt. The light through the branches of the trees hit his face just right, and Piper stared at the green in the golden brown of his irises. Tommy’s eyes were emotional, empathetic, compelling, and most of all intense. All her life Piper had thought that for a man to be exciting he must also be fiery. As such, each man burned her to the bone. In this very precise moment, she realized that all along she’d been wrong. Thomas’s intensity was solid ground, it was the earth washed clean after the storm. Exciting, fucking electrifying, his eyes made Piper’s believe in the existence of the soul.

Work: Tommy (1/?)

Notes: My first time posting fanfiction so I’d love feedback! I will have this posted on AO3 in a couple weeks under the same title.

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theimpossiblehologramtree · 2 years

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Forgive me, Father

Pairing: Victoria de Angelis x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings (more like reason why you'd like to read this): smut, now like for real, it's more intense than porn, blasphemy/sacrelige kink, super dom!Vic, thigh slapping, fingerning, a bit of oral, praying, slight choking, overstimualtion and slight orgasm denial? light sub drop at the end

A/N: Well, shit. I knew I was going to hell so I decided to give Satan one more reason to take me there. I'm not sorry.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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You would be lying if you said that this was the first time you had ever found yourself in this situation. Your back was pressed against the door, Victoria's hands all over your chest, massaging your boobs, her lips on yours in a heated kiss. Sighs and moans of pleasure filled the room when her knee moved in between your legs, pressing against your clothed heat just right.

Five minutes before, you walked through the main entrance of your shared apartment, coming back from a lovely dinner with the rest of the band. Throughout the entire night, Vic had been extra touchy with you, not sparing any occasion to make contact with you. She always kept you close to her, but today she couldn't keep her hands off of you. The crimson red jumpsuit you were wearing drove her crazy, and she was sure to let you know it. Whether it was her hand tracing circles on your lower back, her lips lingering on your neck longer than usual when she was telling you a joke or her hand itching higher and higher up your thigh. You weren't the only one to notice; Damiano made countless remarks for you to finally get a room and just fuck it out since he was trying to enjoy his Caesar salad in peace.

"Vic, please," you moaned when she moved her lips down to the sweet spot behind your ear.

She hummed against your skin, biting down on your flesh gently. Your back arched off the door as you fumbled with the zipper on the side of the jumpsuit, eager to get it off as soon as it was possible. When you finally opened it, Vic slowly pulled down the straps one by one before kissing your revealed shoulderblades. You pulled the annoying article of clothing down your body, letting it pool around your feet.

Immediately, Victoria pulled you towards the queen-sized bed, pushing you gently, making you fall flat on your back. Soon enough, she discarded her pants and shirt before climbing on the bed, straddling you. She leaned down, reconnecting your lips. Her soft hand trailed down your torso and belly, her fingers hooking under the soft material of your black lace panties with a wet stain visible. Without warning, she pressed on your throbbing clit, making you gasp in surprise. She took advantage of that, slipping her tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply.

Breaking the kiss, she helped you pull your underwear down your legs and threw it somewhere in the room for you to find later. When she climbed back up your body, levelling herself with you, her eyes were dark, pupils dilated with arousal as she spoke firmly a command for you to follow.

"Pray."

"What?" your eyes opened abruptly in shock at Victoria's words.

A sharp sting pierced through your skin, a loud slap echoing through the small room as she hit your thigh. A small gasp left your already swollen lips in shock at both her unexpected command and her punishment for not following her order immediately. Your gaze met hers, her eyes dark and shiny in the dim-lit room. You knew she was serious.

"I said pray," she whispered once again, leaning down to your naked figure. Her skilled fingers danced along a small, round birthmark situated on your hipbone, and her lips traced the outline of your collarbones, leaving butterfly touches on the skin. "Behave like the well-raised, good girl you are and say a prayer, sugar."

A whimper escaped past your lips, making Victoria slap your thigh harshly again. She didn't like waiting too long, and you knew it well. Feeling a sudden wave of wetness pooling between your opened legs, you licked your lips in anticipation, breathing in sharply as you spoke the first words of the prayer you hadn't heard in a long time in a shaky voice.

"Our Father, who art- Ow!"

Another slap left a burning mark on your thigh when you stopped, looking directly into Vic's searing gaze. You could swear her eyes were able to see right into your soul.

"Is that how mommy and daddy taught you to pray, hm? Laying flat on your back with no respect for anyone but yourself?" she said harshly, her sweet voice cutting through the air like knives. "I don't think so, baby. Get on your knees."

Her command left no room for arguing. The mattress dipped when you shifted your weight as you scrambled clumsily to your knees, turning around, keeping your legs parted slightly to catch balance and straightening your back to maintain the proper posture. Your hands automatically intervened, your fingers interlacing, ready to pray. Victoria let out a hum of approvement at your pose, her digits ghosting lightly over your soaked heat. Her feather-like touches drove you crazy, and she knew it. She took off her favourite necklace with a cross on it and put it over your head, the pendant dangling between your breasts. The warmth of the chain contrasted with the cool metal of the cross. The skin on your chest covered in goosebumps while you shivered slightly. A smug smirk appeared on her pursed lips when you inhaled sharply in a pathetic attempt to regain your focus on the words you desperately wanted to say.

"Our Father, who-." Another slap.

"Start with making the sign of the cross, dolcezza, and get on your fucking knees properly, for fuck's sake! Is that how you're supposed to show that you're reverential?" she ordered, her voice harsh and quiet yet clearly audible. She was irritated with your inability to cooperate and behave well. She wanted to praise you for being a good girl, eat you out and pleasure you as a reward, but she just couldn't do that if you didn't know how to pray properly, right? With a firm shove, she pushed you forward until you fell on your chest and forearms.

Pulling your ass up in the air and hiding your head between your arms, you attempted to make a cross with your shaky arms.

Vic had been dominant before but never that much. It was a completely new side of her that shocked you to your core. You weren't opposed to it, though. Her power made you more aroused than you had ever been, your juices dripping from your pussy and spilling on the white covers below. Something about saying the same words as you used to when you were younger in a completely different context made your stomach erupt with butterflies. It was dirty and naughty, but at the same time, it felt so good.

"And I suggest you don't even stutter, sugar, or I'm afraid I'm going to stop," she whispered quietly before kissing both your asscheeks and your reddened thigh. You nodded eagerly and mumbled a quick "yes, ma'am," gathering yourself. Trusting her fully, you could have done whatever she asked you to do.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," you started, a moan escaping your lips when you felt Victoria's tongue dip into your leaking pussy. She tasted your wetness with delight, her soft hand massaging your thighs. The other darted to your clit, touching it ever so slightly through its hood. You whimpered loudly when she circled the sensitive nub and licked another stripe up your slit. She had barely even touched you, and you were already in a state of such a mess.

"Our Father, who art in heaven," your voice quivered when Victoria sped up her actions. She lay her thumb on your clit, pressing down, enticing a sinful moan from your chest. Meanwhile, her tongue orbited around your soaking entrance. Your muscles tensed from a jolt of pleasure that shot through your stomach, a tight knot already forming in your lower abdomen. "Hallowed be thy name."

"Very good, cucciola, keep going," Vic mumbled against your pussy in encouragement, proud of how difficult it was for you to say simple things already. It was all because of her, and it made her heart swell in satisfaction. Whenever she started touching you, you turned to putty in her arms within seconds. Your hands gripped the silky sheets below you, and your thighs began to tremble.

"Thy kingdom c-come, thy w-w-will be done-e," you murmured against the soft mattress below, "o-on earth, as it i-is in hea-ven."

Victoria's tongue darted in and out of your pussy, the feeling sending more and more jolts through your body. She hummed at your taste and pinched your clit between her skilled fingers gently, a squeal erupting from your throat. You were already falling apart underneath her touch, but you haven't even finished your prayer! She could not let you cum if you didn't follow her orders.

"G-give us-s this- Victoria, please!" you almost screamed when she pinched your clit again. It made you see stars, and you couldn't hold on much longer.

"Keep on fuckin' praying, baby, or you won't finish," her voice was stern as she retracted from your centre. A sound of skin hitting skin erupted through the room when her hand met your thigh in another slap, this time harder and closer to your core. You clenched around nothing as pitiful cries, whimpers and no pleases escaped your lips among shallow breaths.

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath, feeling tears of frustration spill from the corners of your eyes. "Gi-ve us t-this day-y our daily b-brea-d..."

All air got knocked out of your lungs when you felt Victoria's fingers return to your heat, gathering your juices before plunging deep into your pussy. You moaned her name when her two digits immediately found your g-spot and pressed on it hard. Vic kept fingering you from behind, her free hand reaching over your back, grabbing your hair harshly and pulling your head back. Raising yourself on your arms to give her better access to your hair, you arched your back in immense pleasure. You swore you saw the stars in front of your face.

"...and-d forgiv-ve us our tresp-p-p-asses as we-" you croaked out hoarsely in between sobs and moans. With Victoria's fingers repeatedly hitting that one spot inside you and her other hand pulling your hair, you barrelled towards your orgasm at an incredible speed. Knowing Vic wouldn't let you come before you're finished saying the prayer, you forced yourself to blabber out the rest of the words. "F-forgive those w-who trespass-s ag-gainst us..."

Letting go of your hair just for a second, Victoria grabbed it again, but this time her fingers entangled the chain of her cross necklace as well. When she pulled your hair again, the chain wrapped around your throat tightly, limiting the amount of air you could breathe in. You almost screamed in pleasure when you felt her choke you and add a third digit into your pussy. Tears of bliss fell on your cheeks, your arms and knees almost giving in and making you fall on the mattress again.

"Come on, sugar, just a little bit more," a faint whisper seeped through the symphony of the sounds you were making - the breathless pants, moans, whimpers, whines, cries and the squelching of your soaked cunt.

"...an-nd lead-d us not-t into t-temptation," you stammered out, your voice breaking at the word 'temptation'.

Victoria smiled at the sight of you, so vulnerable and open just for her. Her fingers curled inside your core, lighting a spark in your abdomen. Your legs started shaking, and she knew you were at your limit, merely seconds away from a powerful orgasm. Your tongue got stuck in your throat, your mind blank, when you realized in a panic that you forgot how the rest of the prayer went. Without finishing it, Vic wouldn't let you cum, and you were too desperate not to. All your senses were overcome with the desire, your arousal at its peak. Your mind, not being able to form any coherent thoughts, was clouded with Vic. You could feel her touch, smell her perfume, hear her words of encouragement and taste her lip balm from the kiss you shared earlier. It was just her. The thought of her lived in every part of your brain, and you could feel her in every part of your body. It was just Vic, Vic and Vic.

More and more tears spilt from your eyes when you tried to hold off the inevitable. A particularly pathetic cry escaped your throat, and Victoria's heart soared at the sight. She knew you forgot the rest of the prayer so, in an act of mercy, she leaned over your shoulder and whispered a hint to your ear, her teeth grazing your earlobe lightly.

"But deliver us...?"

"B-but deliver-r us from e-evil!" you practically shouted the last words of the prayer, feeling your orgasm overtake you fully. Vic curled her fingers inside you one last time, letting go of your hair and her chain so you could ride out your climax. A breathless scream erupted from your chest as you struggled to keep yourself up straight. The warmth that had been forming in your belly since she first pinned you against the door exploded, jolts of electricity spreading all the way to the tip of your toes and fingers in spasms. It was almost as if the buildup and the denial was the collision that leads to the creation of a beautiful star of the orgasm you experienced. The sparks that kept exploding in your heat felt like stars being born.

"Oh fuck, thank you, thank you," you kept repeating when Victoria's fingers continued ploughing into your pussy, helping your ride out your orgasm. Her other hand massaged your trembling thighs, ass, and back in a loving manner. She whispered words of encouragement and praise at you, her soft voice creating a notable contrast to the symphony of your moans and whines.

"That's it, dolcezza. I've got you, sugar."

Her fingers slowed down its motions when you shuddered from slight overstimulation on your pussy. Coming down from your high, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you hard, making you lose control over your body and fall forward, your chest colliding with the soft sheets below you.

You felt as if you were floating, barely being able to tell apart the words that your girlfriend was saying. Your eyelids were heavy, breathing still shallow and muscles twitching from the aftermath of the climax. Feeling like a cloud floating underwater or a feather slowly falling through the air, you lost touch with reality.

"I'm here, baby, it's alright," you felt gentle touches of Vic's fingers on your arms and back as she enclosed your figure into a warm embrace. Helping you come back, she whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you just how much of a good girl you were for her and how proud she was of you. Slowly, you retreated from the sudden sub drop and cuddled up to her side. Burying your face into her neck, you sighed deeply and murmured,

"Well, amen."

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