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oro-e-diamanti · 1 year

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Vic or Ethan (or both)

Smutty ofc my dear

Post concert style (cause I’m still not over the whorish night of me literally ending with Vic’s ass a foot away from my face)

"You don't need to be shy. If you want to touch me, then do it."

Vic & Ethan + smut

It’s entirely too hot. Both literally and in the metaphorical sense. The temperature backstage is much too high but maybe you would still be able to deal with that with some water and a fan. But now the band has finished the gig, there’s a photographer and they’re kissing. Thomas and Damiano are keeping it tame, you don’t mind them as much. But Vic and Ethan are positively captivating. You can’t help but stare as they position themselves for the camera, her hand on his neck, his on her waist, both seem almost lost in the kiss.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts, imagining the way their mouths would feel on you, how Ethan could grasp your own waist, how you would bend down ever so slightly to kiss Vic, that you don’t realise the shooting is over. Vic is wiggling her eyebrows at you as she passes you on the way to the backstage room.

“Help me get out of this?” she asks, playing with her top in a way that’s telling you she’s not really asking for innocent help. You both know, this is technically your job – as assistant to their stylist, you’re always on hand to get them in and out of clothes – but it’s no secret that Vic likes to make use of that to fluster you as much as humanly possible.

You follow her into the backstage room like a lost puppy, face already feeling hot. Your situation isn’t improving when you see it’s just her and Ethan in there. Just her, Ethan and you. The door falls shut behind you. Ethan is undressing already and you can’t help but stare until Vic snaps her fingers to get your attention back on her. You’d hate the gesture from anyone else but from her it makes you want to sink to your knees.

“Hey,” she almost barks at you. “You’re meant to help me, not stare at Ethan.”

“Let her stare, you know you would, too,” Ethan smirks but Vic simply shakes her head and gestures to her outfit. She’s covered in fishnets and it seems like she’s not keen on getting out of it by herself. You don’t mind. But your fingers are shaking. It’s impossible not to touch her warm skin as you lift the fishnets to manoeuvre her out of them and your fingertips seem to burn with every touch. The top is gone quickly enough. As you peel the tights over her legs, you go lower and lower, highly aware of your fingers traversing her skin, until you’re actually kneeling in front of her.

The way she’s looking down at you makes you feel like prey. And you’re ready to be devoured.

But you have a job to do. Tapping her feet one by one you make her step out of the little fabric there is before quickly getting back up. You try to ignore her smirk but as you turn towards Ethan, you gasp a little more loudly that necessary upon realising he has dressed down to his boxers and nothing else. As you turn back towards Vic, she’s taking off her bra.

“You don’t need to be shy. If you want to touch me, do it,” she challenges and it’s like her words pull a switch in your brain. You’re on her in a split second, mouth meeting hers in a frenzy, one hand on her chin tilting her head up slightly towards you, one on her breast. You can feel the smirk in her kiss but you can only groan in response. Her nipple hardens under your touch and you grasp onto her tightly.

Suddenly, there a second pair of hands on you, wrapping around you from behind, impatiently wandering over you, squeezing your breasts and tugging at your clothes. Ethan’s lips attach themselves to your neck as he roughly opens the button of your jeans. You let yourself fall completely, quickly becoming unable to distinguish between who is doing what to you but you don’t mind a single bit. None of your insecurites seem to matter any more as long as their hands are on you, even as you’re down to your panties in no time.

Ethan turns you around only to draw you into a heated kiss, his tongue is in your mouth immediately, there’s too much spit and you love it. He doesn’t let you enjoy the sensation for too long before he pulls away with a smirk, letting himself drop onto the couch again. You can’t recall when he lost his underwear but the view you’re now being subjected to is too heavenly to question it.

“I had a feeling you were good for more than just taking our clothes off,” Ethan remarks as he moves his hand along his length. “Why don’t you prove that I’m right?”

You can feel your panties getting wetter from just from his words. You’ve always been weak when it comes to a bit of degradation. There’s not a single second passing between him speaking and you dropping to your knees. The hardwood floor is far from comfortable, but you forget about it quickly enough as you wrap your lips around his tip. There’s hands in your hair, but you realise they’re not Ethan’s.

“Come on, get him nice and wet so he can fuck you properly,” Vic purrs in your ear as she pushes your head down further. You take as much as you can, on the verge of gagging from his size, and grab the rest of him with your hands. Ethan groans above you, a sound that only spurs you on, until Vic pulls at your hair to pull you off him. You gasp at the pain in your scalp but it’s followed by a moan almost immediately.

“I know somewhere else you can put that mouth, too,” she smirks. Ethan gets off the couch as Vic makes a show out of pushing the panties down her legs and you watch completely transfixed. She walks around you to lower herself onto the couch, leaning back against one of the armrest and spreading her legs. The invitation is crystal clear.

You happily crawl between her legs, not wasting a single second before diving in and letting your tongue explore her. She’s warm and wet and the noises she makes as you lick across her pussy and flick her clit have you yearning for more. Her taste is just as sweet as her moans. You let your fingers join, teasingly exploring her hole until she roughly pulls at your hair again and you let two of them enter her, enjoying the way she stretches around them.

You’re so caught up in making Vic feel good, you almost forget about Ethan until the couch dips behind you and he pulls you up to get on all fours, removes your panties and pushes your legs apart to make room. It’s a struggle in the small space, but you make do, too desperate and horny to mind your knee almost slipping off the fabric or being pressed into the backrest or letting your face sink even deeper into Vic’s pussy with almost no space left to move your fingers.

Ethan grabs your hips so hard you know you’ll find bruises tomorrow. He doesn’t prepare you in any way, you realise, as his tip presses against your pussy, slowly entering you. You’re thankful he’s taking his time as the stretch borders on painful, but you’re determined to take him, letting yourself relax around him as you focus on lapping up Vic’s wetness even more eagerly. You mewl when you realise he’s fully inside of you. It’s still tight, but you can feel yourself getting used to it, getting even wetter around him. You push yourself back against him as a sign that you want and need more.

Ethan has no mercy. He’s thrusting into you hard from the beginning and his tempo is ever-increasing. It’s getting more and more difficult to focus on Vic.

“You don’t get to come before I do,” she decides, once again pulling your head up by your hair until you can look at her, making sure you understand. You simply nod, too keen for it all, and she lets you resume your actions with even more vigour than before. She’s close. You focus fully on her clit now, fingers buried deep inside of her, as you keep moving with the force of Ethan’s thrust. It only takes a few more harsh and quick flicks of your tongue and she’s coming undone, moaning and grinding against your face as you drink up what she has to give you. She pushes your head away before it gets too much, letting you rest on her thigh as Ethan doesn’t even falter for a second.

You can feel him everywhere inside of you. He’s getting you close, so close, but it’s not until he unceremoneously tells you to touch yourself, harsh rubs against your clit in time with his strokes, that you finally see stars. Your orgasm seems to last and last as he comes apart and cums into the condom and you almost cry at the fact that you can’t fully feel all of it shoot inside of you. But the pleasure is overwhelming, still, and even as you both finish and he pulls out carefully, there’s a tingling feeling all over your body that doesn’t seem to leave.

Vic lets you rest on her for a little longer, hands softly stroking your hair. Ethan cleans you up, so tenderly it almost feels wrong, before chucking Vic a wet wipe as well. When you finally gather the strength to sit up, he’s already back in his boxers and you miss the view immediately. Vic and Ethan share a look and a smirk.

“Guess you were right,” she grins. “She’s good for a lot more than undressing us.”

Ethan barely spares you any attention as he answers, “Think there’s a few more things she’s up to? She seemed rather eager to prove herself.”

Vic laughs. “Oh, I’m absolutely convinced.”

And when she looks back at you, petting your head and calling you her obedient little thing, you know you’re up for just about anything.

#vic de angelis blurb #ethan torchio blurb #vic de angelis x reader #ethan torchio x reader #vic de angelis smut #ethan torchio smut #blurb #prompt blurb #writing #my writing

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marlena-immortale · 1 year

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Hello, ciao, i love your writing, and I was wondering if i could request Damino and Vic × reader maybe, where reader is a brat and gets on their nerves by being a brat all day because she (or they your choice :)) just wanted their attention. As kinky as youd like and they wind up punishing reader for being a brat. Please and thank you

Hi! Thank you babes 🥰

I like the idea of Damiano and Vic having the day off but still pretending to work so that you have to beg for their attention. They talk all businessy but you tune them out as you go to sit on Vic's lap and play with Damiano's shirt collar and look at them with your best pout. They keep ignoring you until you strip and get on your knees in front of them. They look at each other and chuckle to themselves about the cruel game they're playing with you, pretending to work but really just making you desperate.

You think they've finally given in but your torture has just begun. They tell you to stay there on your knees, the hardwood floor under you becoming very uncomfortable, while they get comfortable on the couch. You realize what you're in for when Vic slips her hand down Damiano's pants. They make you watch, naked and dripping below them, as they pleasure each other. You don't even get a good look because they barely remove any of their own clothing, only touching inside shirts and pants. All you can see is the rhythm of their hands and their beautiful faces and moans as you so desperately wish to be the one making them feel so good.

#idk if this was a blurb or fic request but i'm only taking requests for blurbs atm so here ya go #oh and my next fic may or may not be dami + vic + reader also 👀#damiano david smut #damiano david x reader #victoria de angelis smut #victoria de angelis x reader #maneskin smut #maneskin x reader #måneskin smut #måneskin x reader #damiano david #victoria de angelis #måneskin #maneskin #asks #blurbs

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 2 years

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number 11 with vic? ❤️❤️❤️ either smut or fluff 🫶🫶

you said fluff or smut so I did both xd enjoy 💕

#11. “What Have We Done To Each Other?” + Vic + smut/fluff

You leaned down and kissed Vic’s puffy lips before moving away to admire her face. Her eyes were closed, cheeks pink, and bangs was stuck to her forehead.

She kept whining and bucking her hips, grinding on your fingers. You pressed them harder to her clit, feeling how wet she was, how she was dripping down on the mattress for you. Vic moaned louder, you smirked and cupped her breast with your free hand. You pinched her nipple, watching her whole body arch, aching for more. She looked at you with pleading eyes. You kissed her before grabbing the toy lying beside you.

A few moments of teasing her entrance made her even more desperate. You pushed the toy in, enjoying the wet noises it caused. Vic gasped but started pushing herself down on the toy, encouraging you to speed up. You knew her rhythm, her favourite angle. As she got louder, you sped up and slapped her inner thigh with a grin. She looked at you before throwing her head back. Vic came with a loud scream, her wetness dripping down your hand as you kept moving the toy slowly, letting her ride out her orgasm till she couldn’t take it anymore. You slipped the toy out, put it aside and leaned down to kiss her. She smiled, still panting, and kissed you slowly.

You rolled to the side and embraced her in a tight hug, gently stroking her back and kissing her head from time to time. Her sweet scent, her shampoo, the addictive softness of her skin under your fingertips. You felt peace.

“Damn woman…” She chuckled and looked up at you with a smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You mumbled and kissed her.

Without thinking, you grabbed the blanket and wrapped her up, handing her a bottle of water. You got up and threw on your fluffy robe. The nights were getting colder, even in Rome. You put on the kettle and started roaming through the drawers, trying to find her favourite snacks. You took a bag of chips in your teeth, and two steaming mugs with tea in your hands and got back to the bedroom. You turned on the tv, the show you fell asleep watching a day before, and grabbed the wet towel to clean her up. Once you were finished, you pulled her onto your chest and opened the bag of chips, placing it between you two.

“What have we done to each other?” Vic asked, looking at you with her big, blue eyes.

“What do you mean?” You frowned and looked down at her.

“Well, if someone told you a year ago that you will be making me tea, bringing snacks and cuddling while watching tv, you’d call them crazy.”

You smiled. She was so damn right. You started as a casual friend with benefits when you two got a bit too drunk at one of the parties. It was casual till the day she asked you to stay overnight. Something changed that day, the way you started treating each other, thinking of each other, the constant need to be close, sex or not.

“Yeah, who would’ve guessed.” You mumbled, playing with the ring she had on her finger, a sign of promise that ‘just friends’ definitely don’t make.

#maneskin fiction #maneskin blurb #vic de angelis smut #vic de angelis fluff #blurbs #prompts #my writing

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gr8rainbowpunk · 1 year

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My brain has decided it’s blurb time. So enjoy!

You’d been friends with the band for a while, but now they were about to start a us tour and were staying at your house for a while for the first time.*

“Y/N How does this shower work I cannot figure out how to turn it on” you heard Ethan half yell across the apartment

“Hold on I’ll show you” you yelled while heading to the bathroom

You walked towards the shower and started fiddling with the knobs “so this knob controls the temperature, this one turns it on and off and this one makes it come out of the shower head instead of the faucet”

You turn back after showing him and your jaw drops. He was standing there with absolutely nothing on.

He had had pants on when you came in earlier, they were now neatly placed on the sink.

You didn’t mean to stare but it was hard to miss, you’d always noticed when ever he wore just about anything that his bulge was definitely not small. But this was even bigger than you expected.

You’d always had a bit a crush on Ethan, honestly you’d had a crush on all of them since you had met.

“You know staring is generally not considered polite, but given that it is the typical reaction I’ll let it slide”

“I- I didn’t mean to, I just wasn’t expecting you without clothes”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot something’s are normal in Italy that are certainly not in America”

“Well I’ll let you take your shower”

“Or you could stay if you’d like”

…

(Maybe I’ll make a part two idk)

#måneskin #maneskin #ethan torchio #victoria de angelis #damiano david #victoria maneskin #vic de angelis #iwbys #thomas raggi #ethan maneskin #måneskin fanfic #blurbs

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baddestbittyontheblock · 8 months

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måneskin fic recs

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✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚

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måneskin x reader: blurbs+headcannons+fics

୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

୨୧ 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

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

✧*: 300,000 hearts damiano david x fem!girlfriend!reader

-where damiano sings a song about you he wrote in highschool, to a full arena

ethan torchio

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ blush ethan torchio x reader | pure fluff

-a blurb of Ethan meeting his new makeup artist who's really kind and bubbly and he instantly gets a crush on them?

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ a night in paris ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut+swearing

-you went on a tour with the band and Ethan enjoyed Paris the most. Having your boyfriend all happy and excited turned out to be better then you expected.

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ "The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind." ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut

-If acting unwise get's you places, maybe you're just pushing it to be on your knees.

thomas raggi

❤︎ ❥ "We passed 'just friends' about 20 fucks ago." thomas raggi x reader | angst, fluff, smut

❤︎ ❥ sanremo. thomas raggi x gn!reader | swearing, slightly sugggestive

-ever the supportive boyfriend, thomas indulges you in a sanremo 2023 watch party.

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The sea will crowd us with lovers at night - Part 3

Pairing: Thomas x Fem!Reader x Victoria Summary: Threesomes are fun. Doing it a second time as well. It's true, when you don't consider the consequences, but maybe you should. Word Count: 8500 Warnings: Threesome, oral sex (fxf), voyeurism/exhibitionism, struggling to cum, sleepy sex, talking boundaries. A/N: Only took me 6 months to edit and proofread this. Other parts where uploaded beginning of July and 26th of July (and can someone please tell me this wasn't that long ago), or consider that I had this in my head beginning of February first.

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How you ended up squeezed inbetween Thomas and Victoria in this tiny roman wine bar, you can't really tell anymore. Noises and voices all around, glasses clinking together, chatter going on at the table. Thomas' knee pressing against yours, conversations you don't pay attention to, Vic's thigh pressed against yours. He's laughing but you aren't sure what's so funny to laugh like that. Drunken people at your table, people dancing next to it making the best of the space they have. Thomas who puts his arm around your waist.

You drink your wine, you try to listen to the stories Damiano and one of his friends are telling, the ones that get Thomas to laugh gleefully turning his nose a rosy shade of pink. But you can't, you just can't concentrate with both of them next to you. On your other side Victoria places her hand on your thigh, leaning into your space a little bit. Another person toasts with you, Salut. Autopilot. And Thomas merely raises an eyebrow while Victoria leans even more against you.

"God Vic, leave them alone and stop thirdwheeling." Ethan laughs, and that's the first thing that brings you somewhat back to reality.

Victoria's hand on your thigh wanders up higher, Thomas is still watching on but also doing that small disapproving sound in the back of his throat that you know by now. You're just frozen in place.

"They can say something themselves?", Victoria looks at Ethan, her hand still on your thigh, "If I annoy them? I'm just trying to have fun here."

Damiano slightly rolls his eyes. Thomas just looks at her, taking her hand under the table, trying to gently push it off you, failing. Other people on the table got back to their conversations and their drinks, Ethan is still watching on but saying nothing anymore.

With a sigh, Thomas wiggles a little next to you, getting his phone out. You can see what he's typing, leaning your head against his shoulder.

not here. get your hands of my girlfriend. NOW vic!

You can feel Vic's phone vibrating against your thigh, she's pulling it out of her pocket and now she's the one who's sighing: "You're no fucking fun at all, Raggi!"

Ethan is looking on interested, looking at all three of you. Victoria takes her hand of your thigh, but not before letting them linger there for another moment, slightly stroking. Thomas on your other side, is moving closer to you. Damiano just looks confused, trying to change the topic a few seconds later and you're happy that it works.

***

The night ends hours and hours later when it's past midnight, almost the crack of dawn. Only almost, it's still dark outside. You're standing in front of the bar, people saying their goodbye's. Thomas and Damiano smoking, Damiano and Ethan both still having their last drink in hand.

"Are we leaving?", Thomas asks next to you and you just nod. You're tired and now that you're outside breathing fresh air, you can feel how drunk you really are.

"No!" Victoria next to you waves the beer bottle she took from Ethan at the both of you. "You can't go yet, you should stay a bit longer."

"Vic, we're all going in a bit. Just let them leave", Damiano says.

"But we have to go in the same direction."

She gives Ethan his beer back, who takes a sip, interrupted by another friend, who says bye, before he speaks up: "Vic, Dami and I are bringing you home, okay? And these two here are free to go home without you."

Victoria doesn't look happy but she says nothing against it, just tries to stare Ethan down which doesn't work in her favour. Damiano is already hugging you and then Thomas before anyone else can say anything about it anymore. Ethan and even Vic is following suit and you're finally on your way home.

***

You don't come far, just walking across the street and a tiny bit further down, before Thomas' phone indicates that he got a message and not even 5 seconds later your phone is doing the same.

"Thanks for leaving me with the grandpa's, asshole!", he reads out loud and looks at you, "Nice! What did you get?"

"You're a menace", you answer him.

He laughs, lightening himself another cigarette, further skipping down the cobbled street: "Well, she's right with that one, you are."

Now it's on you to laugh. You quicken your steps to keep up with him. "No, Thomas. It said: Your boyfriend is a fucking menace, not me."

He stops walking abruptly, you're almost crashing into him but Thomas holds you back before it can happen. Leaning against the wall of the next building, he pulls you with him. It feels nice, leaning against him, to hear his drunken laugh.

"Sorry, I just want to go to bed, watch whatever thing you're watching on Netflix at the moment in the morning and nothing else." He pulls you closer, he smells like white wine, the tequila sunrise he was drinking and like cigarette smoke and when he kisses you, you think that he also tastes like he smells. "I'm gonna take tea before going to bed as well."

"You sound like Damiano." Thomas playfully slaps your arm for the comment but then bends down a little to give you another kiss. "It's okay though, you don't have to apologise."

He just holds you, stubbing out his cigarette against the wall, rests his chin on your head: "Tell that to Vic, she's probably pissed at me and I feel awful. I just wanna cuddle though, just with you."

"She is drunk, she'll get over it", you try to reassure him but you're not sure about it working.

***

It's four days since you all went out together. Thomas is stretched out on your couch as you hang up your laundry.

"How's Vic?", you ask him over the music coming from his phone. She did talk to you, but the last time it was so short that you don't really know what to do.

"She's still not over being left behind", he puts the last three words in air quotes. Staring at his phone, not saying anything else. Okay then.

Only when he starts coughing, almost spitting out his water, you look up from your laundry again: "You okay?"

There's no answer, just more coughing. When you go over to him, standing behind him, he notices you and the What? and the Yeah, yeah is almost drowned in another coughing fit. From where you're standing, you can see his phone though and the group chat he has open. It's a photo of Thomas, Victoria and you that Damiano sent. What draws your attention is the Thomas & his girls!💘 caption and the answers from Vic and Ethan.

Thomas' girls indeed 😇 - Victoria.

not everyone can be a damiano girl. - Ethan.

"Sure you ok?", you ask again but you don't really expect an answer. Staring at his phone, still, he pulls your arms around him. Kissing the palm of your hand, nuzzling it slightly, you laugh and he finally looks up to you. "Really, you sure you okay? We talked about this but we never really talked with Vic about it."

"She's my best friend, I just don't want that to change just because I got myself into something stupid." Still lightly nuzzling one of your hands.

"We all got ourselves into this, it's not your fault." You kiss the top of his head, trying once again with reassurance, not sure if you're failing with it as well. "Or did it change anything between you, the sex?"

"No? No, actually not really. Just sometimes ...", he drifts off - shaking his head, "when I have one of these days and she notices and she says things and ... there's only so much I can do without ... uhm, you know?"

"Oh." Somehow you don't know whatelse to say about this.

"Yeah, oh. Sorry." Thomas just sinks deeper into the couch, slouching over even more.

"No need to apologise."

"She just says things like Oh, look at Thomas, being so good at this being such a good boy, I know someone who would love this. It's embarrassing, really." He's starting to ramble, so you decide to reposition yourself as you can't stand hunched over for much longer without getting terrible back pain the next day. Just sitting in front of the couch, leaning your head back and Thomas puts his arm around you again. "Everyone sees me blush and it's really hard to concentrate playing with a fucking boner during band practice. At least I can hide behind the guitar though."

"Thomas, I told you, you don't have to apologise. Neither do you have to explain, I got it and I'm not angry." Looking up at him, you see that he's looking down at you. "Just tell her to stop, honey."

"Hmmmm."

That's the problem, you think, talking about it. It would make it really real, realer than it is right now. He makes an attempt to you pull up on the couch, it doesn't work out as he wants to and you just sink down to the floor again. "You and your long legs are already taking up all the space up there anyways", you tell him.

"Here's enough space." This time you actually help him with his second attempt, getting up and letting him pull you down on him. "See, enough space on the couch and on me."

Before you pick up the conversation again, you kiss his jaw, under his chin. "We have to talk about it at one point, Thomas. With her as well, might as well get over with it."

"Just talk about what we all want out of it and what's not okay to do?", he asks and he waits until you nod, "I can invite her for dinner at some point."

***

Two weeks later and Victoria still hasn't been over for dinner or just a chat. The first half of the first week, you still asked him about it. By the second half of that week, you gave up with your efforts. It didn't help, that it made it so weird between all of you to the point that Damiano and even Ethan commented on the strange behaviour. All you do, is hope that Thomas is getting himself together, before you have to ask Vic over yourself, probably not making him too happy.

You try not to think about it, when he comes over later in the evening, try not to ask. It's easy not to think about it when you both have a glass of wine in the kitchen, just talking about your days for what feels like hours but in reality is only twenty minutes. Even easier when he draws you in closer and closer, as close as he can, when he's leaning against the kitchen counter.

Kissing Thomas is always easy. You don't think anything about it, don't particulary want it to lead to anything but Thomas seems to have other plans when he spins you both around, so you instead of him are pinned against the counter. Feeling his fingertips moving up under your skirt, lightly caressing your inner thighs. Lightly but you can still feel how rough his fingertips are. You sigh as he draws swirly lines on your thigh with his fingertips, which go further and further up and reach your panties.

Thomas takes them off and lets them slide from your legs to the floor. Silently moaning against your lips, getting your right leg up to place it around his waist. Standing between your legs, he let's his head sink to rest on your shoulder, breathing against your neck. His hand is between your legs, pleasuring you with feather-light touches before your breath catches and you push yourself more towards him. With one hand you open the button and the zipper of his jeans, with the other you pull him even closer to you by his waist. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see him eyeing the clock that hangs in your kitchen. You don't think anything of it first and you don't think anything at all when one of his fingers slides into you deeper. But when you look back at him after having closed your eyes and opened them again, he looks at the clock again.

He moves and sees you looking at him, then at the clock, back at him: "Uhm, I don't think ... that I mentioned it but Vic is coming over, like today."

All you can do is moan when he brushes your clit with his thumb. The When? almost going under because of it, he still hears you and he mumbles Like ... Now!? against your shoulder.

"Can you maybe joke after we're done?", you laugh but you see him guiltily looking at you, "Thomas, are you serious?"

Just when the question leaves your mouth, the doorbell is ringing and you can't help but swear, curse Thomas. Curse him even more when he steps away from you, losing his warmth and also taking his hand away from between your legs.

"I hate you", that's what you tell him, "Right now, I hate you."

You hear him say so many Sorry's in a row when he stumbles to the door, you almost worry and want to apologize for what you just said but it's his own fault to start something he knew he wouldn't be able to finish in time, you think. Trying to look presentable again is difficult, at least you're dressed when you go to meet them. Victoria passes you a bottle of wine which you just leave on the bookshelf in your corridor. She just looks from you to Thomas back to you back to him. You two really must look like quite something.

Thomas looks dishevelled, hair a mess, there's no doubt that you don't look any better right now. His clothes are crumpled, your skirt isn't quite how it should be worn normally, Thomas' zipper isn't even closed. It's obvious that she disturbed something here.

"Am I interrupting, or is this why you wanted me to come over?", she asks looking at Thomas, "Because go on then."

Any protest you might have had dies the second Thomas kisses you again, this time grabbing you by the waist. Victoria leaning against the wall, just watching every move you two make. He's pulling you into the direction of the living room, Vic trailing behind you. You can feel her eyes burning into your back. Thomas is tugging at your skirt and you're tugging at his shirt until he shows you some kind of mercy and takes it off, pulling it over his head just letting it fall down the floor. On the way somewhere you lose your skirt and shirt and your panties as well. Before you can get to his jeans, he sits down on the couch pulling you with him, you ending up sitting in his lap. Victoria is sitting down in the armchair on the right, close to the couch but still far away.

Thomas doesn't hesitate to pick up again where he stopped in the kitchen earlier. Unclasping your bra first, letting it slide down your shoulders and then down the sofa. He moves you both around, so you can lay down on the couch, your groin still in his lap. His fingers on your body, in you - slowly thrusting in and out. At first you don't realise that the noises are coming from you, it sounds too far away, and when you do you minutes later you can just quietly whimper.

"Shhh", he whispers close to your ear when he pulls his fingers out slowly, you clenching around him, "Shhh."

Kissing you, he pulls you up with him. Still having you on his lap, still kissing you then. One of your hands is wandering down to the hem of his jeans, because you sure as hell want him now. He grabs your wrist before you can do anything. "Go over to Vic", he says against your ear. You know that you sound frustrated when you breath against his skin. "Come on, don't have me ask twice."

"It's going this way as well? I see." That's what Victoria says when you give in, stand up and go over to the armchair Vic is sitting in. Sitting there in her bralette, just pushing off her trousers and her underwear off her feet. "I'm not complaining, nice to know that I have two people to play around with, if I wanted to."

You're not sure what to do when you stop in front of her. Victoria on the other hand seems to know exactly what she wants. She pulls one of your legs onto the armrest of the chair. All of a sudden you feel exposed but looking at her face you realise that that's probably what she wanted to achieve with this. Behind you, you can hear Thomas groan on the couch.

"Let me have a look if Thomas did a good job with this, hmm?" Surprisingly you can't tell if the whimper coming from him or your own is louder. Her slender fingers just slide into you, two at once. It's easy for her because of him, you know that he did a good job. Her fingers can't go as deep but it still feels good. "Oh, he definitely got you wet."

Thomas moans again, you tell yourself not to look at him however you lose that battle with yourself, not that you had much chances to win in the first place. He's still sitting on the couch, touching himself, having one hand down his jeans. Head thrown back, slightly bucking his hips. With the next thrust of his hips, he looks at you and as much as you want to look at him, you have to look away.

"Thomas."

Victoria pushes her fingers into you a little harder at that: "That's quite rude, you know? Moaning his name when you have my fingers in you."

"Vic", you're trying - you even want to apologise to her. You can't though, all you want this moment is him, badly. Or maybe you just want them both, both of them close to you. "Thomas, please!"

You hear movement, you hear the quiet fuck coming from him, you hear footsteps and you hear Victoria saying something. Only when he's behind you, kissing your shoulders, you are aware that he really came over. Vic is still moving her fingers in you, slowlier now. Thomas puts his arm around your hip, reaching for Vic's wrist. The change of angle is only minimal but it has you going from moaning to desperately whimpering. For a few minutes they keep up with it, Thomas guiding her hand, exactly how you like it. Out of your half lidded eyes you can see him lightly pushing her hand in all the right directions, how he slowly pulls her fingers out, Vic kissing right next to your navel.

"Bed", Thomas murmurs against your skin, "Why did we start this here again?"

Thomas is holding you up, when your legs are giving in. You're not sure if you're even going to make it to the hallway, let alone to your bed, like this. "It's okay, I can carry you", you hear him say. Not sure if you just said it out loud or if he knows you and your body this good by now. Victoria is helping you, getting your leg down from the armrest and he's turning you around in his arms before picking you up.

Pressing yourself against his stomach, you moan again. His jeans are so low on his hips by now that you're skin to skin, no denim between you. Something tells you, you probably shouldn't do it but it feels too good to stop when you slightly hump against his happy trail and navel. Not only does it make you moan, Thomas groans as well and you can hear Victoria inhaling sharply. Somewhere between the armchair and half way down the corridor, you decide that you really like this. Getting more friction, moving up and down his belly while he's carrying you further down the hall.

"So desperate for that cock, can't wait to watch", Vic is saying somewhere next to you.

Thomas is flexing his stomach muscles just a little bit, you can still feel it. It's drawing a sob out of you. You're so sure that you can come like this, if you really want to. If you really concentrate on his breathing, on your own, anything really. "Cazzo, you like this", he whispers against your ear, "One day, I'm going to draw this out, make you cum like this, I promise."

He's still whispering when he lays you down on the bed, Victoria is settling against the headrest, once again away from both of you. Thomas is getting lube and a condom out of the drawer of your nightstand, settling between your legs afterwards.

"Look at Vic", he tells you when he's getting out of his jeans half way before he looks at you again. Seeing that you still look at him, he grabs your chin making you look at her, holding you in place. You can hear his clothes rustle, you want to watch him undress but instead you see how Victoria is getting rid of her bralette. Realising that this is the first time all three of you are going to be completely naked, you moan again.

Holding you by the waist, he's standing between your legs at the edge of the bed. Pushing his cock into you steadily, it's not slow but it's not too fast either, it's a nice pace. He gives you time to get used to him before he thrusts into you a little bit harder. He's still holding your chin with one hand, the other one on your waist, you still can't look at him. As he loosens his grip, you think you're in luck. But you rejoiced too soon.

"Sit on her face, Vic."

To your surprise she's doing what he asked her to do without objections. She moves and in the next moment, there's only Vic again, no chance of seeing him, only your nose against her clit. You try concentrating on licking her, but both of them are making it hard. Thomas still fucking into you, getting a bit more careless and both of them talking.

"Nice of you to show me your back." You can make out Thomas' voice. Still you're just trying to pleasure Victoria on top of you. Pushing your tongue into her pussy a tiny bit, then licking around her clit. You're more than aware of the noises you make. Tiny whimpers and louder moans when Thomas thrusts into you just right. But all of them muffled because of Victoria on top of you.

"Who said I wanna see your dick", Vic says, pressing herself against your face, "I'm just here to enjoy your girlfriend."

"You said can't wait to watch." She starts laughing at the imitation he does of her, you can hear it, you can feel it as well. Vic slightly shaking on top of you, making you loose your rhythm, pulling your head back. You're louder now, trying not to make so much sound, you kiss Victoria's stomach.

She is turning around in the end, doing him yet another favour, you think but she proves you wrong with her next words: "I only did this to see if you're really this good. God, the noises she makes."

"I know." He sounds as breathless as you feel. "She does."

"I'm still here you two", you whimper.

"Also you could have just said that you want to see more tits."

Maybe they are ignoring your words on purpose, maybe they're just too invested in their little fight. You can't really tell, and you don't even care that much. They're not ignoring you in all the other ways they could. Thomas still pushing into you, Victoria - moaning when you lick her clit another time - placing her hands on your ribcage, just a bit higher up than Thomas' hands on your waist. Scratches on your skin from Vic, Thomas digging his nails into your skin. It's like a silent bet between them, who can get more noise out of you. Fighting for dominance, but not with you. It's between them, fighting who's better.

"Honey, I know he fucks you good but can you concentrate on me?"

You are trying, you are trying to just concentrate on her. To just. But Thomas is pulling out and thrusting in deeper, probably the opposite of what she wanted. You moan against her warm skin, your thighs shaking when he repeats the movement, you're almost certain that he's smirking.

"Thomas, stop this!" Victoria tells him, her voice stern. "Fucking stop. I'm real close."

One of her fingers is joining your tongue, touching herself. Your hands are useless, except for holding her thighs in place when she moves so much that you can't keep up with her anymore. Thomas actually does slow down, isn't going as fast anymore, not as deep. Changing his rhythm, but he knows what he's doing, it still feels as good. Vic is getting her other hand in your hair, pressing herself closer against your tongue, pulling your hair. She's getting louder as well, bucking more against your face and when you flick your tongue against her clit quickly a few times, you can feel her thighs tensing before she slows down, moaning loudly. Getting slower and slower, stopping completely after a few more licks from your tongue. Vaguely you notice that Thomas tells her to get off you and not even a few seconds later, his lips are on yours, kissing you passionately.

"I'm close as well, fuck", he whispers against your face. Somewhere against your cheekbone, somewhere between your eye and your ear.

You want to say something, but finally seeing his face, seeing his sweaty fringe clinging to his forehead, is short circuiting all your senses and your brain. In the end you say nothing, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, letting him kiss you another time. You can feel how he looses his rhythm for mere seconds, moaning against your lips, then against your neck.

You're so close but it's not enough, he's thumbing at your clit but it isn't helping and when Thomas pulls out completely after thrusting into you a few more times, you mewl at the loss.

"Shhh." He get's rid of the condom, lying down, pressing his face against your neck again. Lightly using his teeth.

There's no need to ask, before you can even think about it, he already pushes two of his narrow fingers into you. His mouth and his tongue are moving down your neck, down your shoulder, until he kisses your nipple. He's gently sucking on it, you tangle your own fingers in his messy hair. Knowing that you're whimpering, you try to to hide your face in the sheets but Vic is there, holding your face in her hands: "Having these long fingers in you feels good?"

You can't do more than nod. Thomas is moving his head up again, up your shoulders, up your neck until he reaches your ear.

"My hand's getting tired", he whispers so Victoria can't hear him but you still see her raising her eyebrows when she kisses your forehead.

"Just a bit longer", with the hand that's not tangled in his hair, you grab his wrist, so he doesn't even has a chance to pull them out. "Please."

There's another kiss on your forehead, Thomas breathing against your ear. It's a lot, you just don't know why it isn't enough. You're bucking your hips to meet his movements, he's still thumbing your clit now and then and it feels so good but it's still not enough.

"I can finger you as well", you hear Vic say, pressing a kiss to your lips, brushing your chin with her nose.

You just shake your head. It's not what you want, definitely not what you need, you know that much. You want him.

"Tell me what you need", first he's kissing right under your ear, then your chin, pressing his face against your neck once again, "Come on."

"I - I don't know." It's coming out as a whine. You really don't know, you wish you would. Nothing is enough, you need more. You're still pulling on his hair with one hand, grabbing his wrist with the other. When he notices that something isn't working either, he changes his angle and his rhythm slightly, leaving more kisses all over your neck.

"Oh cara!" You're so close to let him stop, to just give up on it, so close to telling him to stop. You're sobbing, you want to tell him but then there's a third finger, he's only pushing it into you until the first knuckle. Waiting for your reaction but you're just trying to get more of him. "More?"

"Please." That's the more you wanted, needed. You're clenching down on his fingers, feeling the tingling going through your whole body. It feels so good. You want to tell him that it was worth it to keep going, you want to say thank you, but the next wave of pleasure is hitting you and you forget that you even had the thought a second ago. A painful little yelp is coming from him, when you scratch his scalp. Your grip around his wrist is so loose by now, that he could easily pull away, he isn't doing anything like it, just keeps his hand in place, so you can ride your orgasm out.

"Good?", he asks. Only pulling his hand away when you stop moving completely and you can feel him stretching his fingers against your legs.

"God, yes."

Cuddling closer to him, you want to pull Victoria closer as well but she's already half way out of the bed when you reach for her. You are too blissed out, rubbing your nose against his neck. Just clinging to his sweaty body, letting him carress you, to say or to question anything.

"What are you doing, Vic?" Even with how blissed out you are, you can still hear the slight worry in his voice.

"Shower", she isn't saying anything else and leaves the room with her bralette in her hands.

Thomas next to you inhales deeply, kissing your forehead, drawing abstract things on your stomach. If he wouldn't tell you, to get up, you could have fallen asleep like this. There's noise coming from the front door as well, which has him furrowing his eyebrows together.

***

When you both get into your hallway, you can see how Victoria is putting on her shoes, not saying anything.

"What are you doing?", Thomas asks again. Like he did earlier already. "You just gonna leave?"

"Well, I guess you two got what you wanted, so yes, I'm just gonna leave", she isn't looking at him. Neither is she looking at you.

Hurt is one way to describe the expression on Thomas' face. "We invited you for dinner."

"Yeah sure, but let's be honest here. You invited me for dinner because of this", this time she is looking at him, already looking like she's half way out of the door she just opened, "but I can go now, because it happend already anyways."

"Vic!" The tone of his voice is so painful it almost makes you flinch "Vic, please!"

"It's ok, don't worry your pretty head", even though she doesn't look like she is believing what she just said, she repeats herself: "It's okay."

"Vic", you try, "We didn't invite you because of that, we wanted you over because of you."

"Can we please talk about this?" His voice is barely audible but Victoria looks at him now. "That's why I asked you to come over. Vic, please."

She closes the door again and you can hear Thomas sharply exhale, apparently he had been holding his breath.

"Can you order food?", you ask her and she nods, "Whatever you want to go for. Just going to shower and then we can sit down."

***

Thomas and you are both in the bathroom, both of you getting dressed. Worry is still clearly visible in his eyes.

"Hey!"

"I want to throw up", he's pulling you into a hug. And you have to admit that he does look a bit sick, more anxious than you have seen him in a while. "I'm going to fuck it up for real."

"It's Vic, it's going to be fine, you'll see."

***

"I ordered pizza." Victoria is sitting on the armchair again, but she pushed it so it's opposite the couch on which Thomas and you are sitting down again. "You know that you don't have to sit me down to tell me what I already know?"

"What do you think is going on?", he asks her.

"Well you kind of ignored me for the past two weeks even though we see eachother every day, and it made it really hard", and akward you think but you don't say anything, "what should I think about that, you tell me, Thomas!?"

You're almost happy that the doorbell is interrupting the conversation. Getting up so fast that you almost fall over a stack of guitar magazines Thomas left next to the couch and some art utensils you left almost right next to them. I got it, I got it is what you're mumbling. More to yourself than to them. It's just that you have the feeling this part of the conversation should be between them. Thomas is the one who tried to avoid her the last weeks, you didn't, still talking to her, texting her and she deserves an explanation without you hanging around.

"Vic, you're my best friend, I don't want anything to change that and I don't want it to be awkward."

You drop the food on the small table between them and go to the kitchen to grab some plates and glasses for all of you.

"I'm sorry. I just needed time to think because I don't want to fuck things up between us just because of sex, that's just not worth it for me."

That's what you can hear of the conversation. Otherwise there's silence, Victoria isn't saying anything.

"Even though it's good, don't get me wrong."

You decide to go back in the living room, even if it's just to interrupt the silence for a bit. Placing the plates and glasses on the table.

"Did you think about it?", you ask him. It's the same thing he told you, when you asked about it. That he wants to think about him.

"Yeah."

"Before you say something, can I?", he just nods and Victoria goes on, "I know Dami and Ethan are making a lot of fun of me thirdwheeling and I guess, they are right. I don't mean this thing here. I mean ... I was feeling really lonely after my break up, I never really said that that happened but I guess you figured it out with all my whiny I'm feeling shit texts and ... well we fucked, and you two always let me come over and took Chili and me for walks and you let me sleep in your bed with your girlfriend when we were drunk, sleeping on the couch yourself and you never complained and it made me feel better about myself. And the sex was a nice extra but I'm happy to just go back to before or leave you alone for a bit if you need ... if you want that."

"We ...", you can see the blush on his cheeks, "we can do this again if we all want to but I thought of some things, if that's okay?"

Victoria nods, you can see that she can't quite believe what she heard.

"Sure." There's nothing else you have to say, you know.

"Only sometimes?", he looks at you before he looks back at Vic, "I'm always happy to see you and everything but when I ... we say no for whatever reason, I don't want you to be pissed with me like when we went out the last time. I don't want to feel bad about it, I don't want you to tell me that I abandoned you or that you think that, because I didn't do that."

"I was a real pain that evening and I should apologise", avoiding eye contact apparently isn't only a Thomas thing to do anymore when talking stuff out, "I don't want you to feel like this, neither of you two and I'm sorry that I was such a dick, I should have said how I felt without blaming it all on you only."

"Hmm, apology accepted. Just ... please don't do it again." If the topic would be something different, you would laugh. Looking at both of them, fixating areas at the walls instead of looking at eachother. "No hard feelings if anyone of us wants to end this, in whatever combination or for whatever reason, ok?"

Victoria and you both nod and you smile at him when he stops staring at the wall, looking at you instead.

"Only when we three are all together." He's nervously picking at his nails, at his nail polish, his cuticles. You know that he's short of biting them as well, everything just radiates anxiety from him, still. Even with the conversation going into a good direction for all of you.

"I don't want to steal your girlfriend for real, I want this because I get you both together and I don't want you to think anything like that, so whatever you want really." This time they're both looking at eachother before looking at you.

You brush one of the strands of hair that has fallen into his face behind his ear, when he closes his eyes: "And I don't want to have sex without you."

"Good", he looks at you again for a milisecond, "No teasing during band practice, please. It's embarrassing, a lot actually and i don't mind them knowing ... I guess, but I don't want to be made fun off 24/7 either and like ... can we keep it in the bedroom."

"I get that", Victoria starts - avoiding looking at both of you again, "I'm not going to do it again. Just - just, Ethan knows."

"What?" Thomas and you almost say in unison.

"I had to talk to someone, I needed advice and ... well I kind of couldn't come up with a believable excuse why I knew some things", Victoria isn't as anxious as Thomas earlier but it's clear that she would have liked to avoid this part a little bit longer. "Getting you so drunk that you broke and spilled didn't make the cut with Ethan."

"Next one", he says and you can see the blush that never went away completely deepening again, "Stop betting on my sex life, for fucks sake."

Maybe you should feel at least a little bit bad that you would have laughed, if you wouldn't have bitten your lip. Victoria is just nodding, Thomas not the only person in the room who's afraid of fucking things up.

"No touching", he gestures between them, it's the rule he already had the first time, "Like ... I took your hand earlier, that's okay with me. Move me around, if you have to, just not ... Not ... I ... it ... I would feel weird? I don't want that, I think, sorry."

"Thomas, stop apologising." So many times you told him already and still he's apologising for expressing his boundaries.

"It's okay", you can feel her eyes on you and this time you chuckle when you hear what she has to say, "You know, you can just say that I shouldn't touch you like other people in the room are allowed to, I'm ok with this. Honestly you could say that I'm just allowed to watch and I'll just watch you two doing it missionary."

"You really do like to watch, huh?"

"You get off on being watched. Win-win, it's what I call that." It's nice to see them going back to being more normal, not threating that lightly anymore, "But for real that would be fine with me, whatever you want to share of whatever you have going on here, except for the obvious."

"I really don't know what you think. It's really not interesting Vic. Mostly it's I'm busy." He starts.

"I'm tired." You continue.

"What do you want to eat."

"Let's just cuddle."

"My hand is cramping, because I would only admit that I'm hurt and tired from practice when someone is about to shoot me", he admits, "And well it's ... it's far from sexy, I guess."

"Sometimes one just isn't coming when we do have sex."

"Or neither."

"Or we just go on a walk with Chili and you, watching something stupid, literally anything else."

"I see what you're doing here, you're doing this to get custody of my dog." Finally it's back to joking in the middle of an honest conversation, back to some of your shared normality.

"That's the end goal, yes!" If there's one thing, you always like to hear, it's his laugh and it makes you happy to hear it right now. "Sorry for ... whatever this rant was but probably better to tell you that now and I'm fine with just spending time like this."

"Uhm ......" It's easy to see that Victoria is avoiding his gaze again, even when he assures her that she can just spit it out, "Yes, probably. Just ... I thought of something. I- I still get hugs and everything from you, right?"

"Come here."

Like a cat, you curl up into his side a little bit more. He pulls Vic down on the couch, putting one arm around you, one around her.

"I love you", he looks at you before he kisses you right under your left eye. Then he buries his nose in Vic's hair, kissing her head. "I love you too. Just differently."

There's movement, then there's a kiss on his cheekbone: "Sorry, is that okay?"

"Hmmm, yeah." His eyes are closed and you smile at Vic who kisses your forehead.

"I guess our food is cold now?"

Thomas and you both laugh.

***

"I can really go home, Thomas."

You're brushing your teeth but you can still hear them through the door.

"It's the middle of the night. I don't care that you only need 10 minutes to walk home from here." He's right, you think. "If you want to sleep on the couch, be my guest, there's really no need for that though, just sleep in a bed with us."

"Sorry, it's just ..."

"Vic, just be like you normally are. If something isn't working or wrong or whatever, she's gonna say something, or you, or I, we just going to talk it out again. We shared so many beds together, that's the last thing we should make a problem now."

"You think, she's really ok with this?"

She's surprised when you hug her from behind: "I had plenty of chances to say something earlier. Yes, I'm okay with this and you're not sleeping on the couch."

"Just don't touch my dick and you're fine." Just when he's passing her to go into the bathroom himself, he yelps. "What the fuck?"

"You didn't say, I'm not allowed to slap your ass anymore."

It's hard not to laugh at the face he's pulling before he closes the door behind him, so you aren't pretending to try.

"There's a spare toothbrush in the mirror cabinet, it's yours."

"Good that I left Chili with my family", she says while she turns in your arms.

You kiss her temple: "Just bring her over as well next time."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, that's your plan here, you two want to steal Chili. He admitted it even." Both of you are still laughing when Thomas comes out of the bathroom again. "Dog thief."

***

Thomas and you are already in bed when Vic is still in the bathroom.

"I love you", hair is tickling you when you kiss his chin, "And see, everything is okay."

"Sorry for putting it off for so long", he sounds tired, "I was scared it wouldn't be."

Before you can answer properly, Vic comes in, getting into bed herself. Choosing Thomas' other side, cuddling closer.

"Thank you!", you hear Vic mumble before you fall asleep.

When you wake up, it's still dark outside, your phone shows that it's 3:30, meaning that you only slept about an hour. There is Vic's voice as well, slowly realising that Victoria talking is what woke you up in the first place.

You can hear Thomas murmur, then you hear Vic speaking to him: "Sorry, I just woke you up because you said no touching like this. I know how much you hate being woken up when you fell asleep without any trouble."

"What's going on?" God, you sound tired.

"Just humping the wrong leg here."

"Vic", he whines, "I'm sorry."

"Thomas, I already told you, don't apologise for everything." Not that you think, that telling him once again, is changing much but you still have hope.

To get out of bed, he tries to roll over you but before he can get out you stop him, holding him by his hips. "I'm just going to the bathroom, it's okay, I'm just going to get myself off."

"Yeah, or you can show me that really boring sex you have?"

From his eyes you can see how he asks the question without saying anything. Can we?

You're tired but you can feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you pull him in for a kiss, hoping that answers his question without you having to talk.

Vic throws the lube and a condom next to you, obviously having already learned where you keep things like these, while you two are getting undressed.

You grab his hand: "You fucked me a few hours ago, it's okay. Just use more lube."

Yawning against your shoulder, he reaches for the condom. For his cock, then for the lube. Then for you. He's so slow, gentle, pushing into you, so so slow. Any other time you would have said it's painfully slow. But you're both tired and it feels surprisingly good, so does the slight stretch. Lazily he's kissing every inch of skin, he can reach. Sleepy, he's so sleepy - you can see it, he has his eyes half closed.

You grab his hand before he can push it further down your body. There's no need for you to cum, not like earlier, you just want to enjoy this for whatever it is. In the dim light, which Vic must have turned on, you can see her. She's fingering herself lazily but as you, she doesn't seem like she has the need to achieve anything.

Thomas on the other hand is. His voice sounds softer as usual, his moans quieter, tongue poking out slightly, all his movements delicate and just a little bit delayed. He's not trying to drag it out as he sometimes does, just giving into both your motions. His hips stutter against you, he's quietly moaning against your collarbone and you can feel him quivering. All his movements stop after, his breathing evening out again.

"Hey, sleepyhead", you laugh, "can you at least pull out before you fall asleep on me."

He groans but he still rolls off your body, almost falling out of the bed when he rolls a bit too far. There's a snapping sound of latex and Thomas groaning before he rolls back on top of you, already almost asleep again like a dead starfish.

"Yep, I like this as well."

***

You did hear Thomas coming into the kitchen but it's better like this. When he hugs you from you behind, saying Good Morning against your ear and kissing your temple.

He whispers: "Thank you for -"

"Don't." There's no need for it. "I'm making coffee before you both have to leave."

"Good, breakfast in bed." He's still behind you, only in his briefs and a bandshirt that looks like it lived longer than him by now. "Perfect."

"Band practice?" You are a tiny bit confused but you laugh at the fact that he probably forgot, not for the first time.

Now it's on him to laugh: "Cancelled!"

"How come?"

"Ethan isn't feeling well." It makes sense, you think, you have never seen them giving up on practice except they really had to but you still are suspicious. Just because one isn't feeling too well, doesn't mean anything. "I told them, I'm also not 100% fit."

"You are a liar", you laugh again, "you mean, you're just tired."

"Whatever. Damiano agreed with both of us there's no sense in going through with it for today."

There's something that he said, that get's your ears peaking up. Both of us. It doesn't sound like Ethan to talk his way out of band practice, not even when sick. "You got Ethan to lie for you, didn't you?"

"Well", he starts, stealing one of the strawberries you wanted to have with your yoghurt for breakfast, "He owes me at least 50 favours for this sex betting business, no?"

You shake your head in disbelieve but kiss him nonetheless. "Go tell Vic then, or wake her up, I'm making breakfast."

***

When you go back to your bedroom, you don't hear them, but you can hear something. Vic has her head laying on his stomach, both looking at Thomas' laptop which is balanced on his legs. You can see that they're watching some nonsense guitar video and all you can do is sigh: "I got myself another one of these, hmm?"

Thomas mouths something that looks like Sorry into your direction. It probably must have sounded like a complaint, but it's not. He doesn't complain about your job or your hobbies you love and that he's spending hours with you on these things as well, so you wouldn't complain for real about anything like this.

"Food!" Victoria almost screams when she sees you, having you almost drop the tray before you can safely drop it onto the nightstand. "Sorry, I'm hungry."

You eat in comfortable silence. The video playing in the background, getting you into an endless loop of more guitar videos. Telling Thomas not to leave crumbs all over the place now and then, who only grumbles in response.

When you take something from his plate the first time, he doesn't say anything. Victoria stealing a blueberry from his plate has him raise one of his eyebrows. You taking a sip from his coffee instead of your orange juice, gets you a funny look. Vic stealing yet more blueberries, gets to him: "What are you doing?"

"What?", Victoria and you ask at the same time.

"That's my food."

"Communism, Thomas", you say and Vic is quick to agree with you. He gives you a pout and he's still pouting after you give him a kiss on the lips. "You have to share."

He sighs.

"And here I was thinking that I already share enough."

***

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vicsdeangelis · 2 years

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just felt that pic of ethan in the pool right in my PUSSY

you know when you just randomly starts holding your boobs? i did that when i saw that photo while whispering "holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit". like what the FUCK

can you fucking IMAGINE. having your thighs wrapped around him and he doesn't even have to hold you up because of the water, so while, yes, he does have one of his hands on your ass, it's more because he wants to rather than because he has to. and he's just leaning back on that bar with his other arm, just enjoying how desperately you're touching him. the way you're kissing his neck and running your hands down his abs and leaving nail marks on his shoulders, and he has the most smug smile on his face, pinching your ass just to feel your reaction. and you start moving your hips against his and now he's the one starting to lose control when you kiss him with so much hunger he has to stop himself from fucking you right on that pool.... until someone clears their throat, and it's vic. she's laughing, and she obviously has her phone up. you only have time to hide your face on his neck, and him to give her the middle finger before she snaps a photo

#ask #that finger he's holding up. i want it inside of me #ANYWAYS. @ vic de angelis i owe you my life queen #late night blurbs

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writingmaneskin · 1 year

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The Study Buddy - A Vic De Angelis Story

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x GN!Reader

Fluff

Description: You are nervous before an upcoming exam and Vic does everything in her power to help ease the anxiety and give you the confidence you need.

Words: ~900

A/N: Life is very funny at the moment and I am trying to write out the requests lingering in my inbox. I hope you enjoy this one 💕

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You heard the door of your apartment unlock and heard Vic’s soft footsteps in the corridor.

“I bring food! It’s study break time!” She announced, opening the door of your room where she found you among piles of notes and the open laptop, sitting just as she had left you a few hours ago.

“I need to do some more work before I can take a break.” You insisted, picking up the closest pile of notes to run through again. Vic gave you a look and retreated to leave the food in the living area before coming back to you.

“Do I need to bribe you to eat? Because bribery is not above me.” She brushed a stray strand from your face.

“No, but you can try to bribe my brain into retaining information. That would be nice.”

“Tesoro, you’ve been studying around the clock for days now. Blockages are bound to happen.”

“I don’t have time for those.”

Vic was quiet for a moment.

“What if I help you?” She offered, her words making you look up.

“What do you mean?”

“What if I help you study?” She clarified her offer.

“But you have things going on.”

“I’ll make time.” She insisted.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t sure. My only request is that we take regular breaks and that you start taking care of yourself more.”

“Will you tell me if it starts to bother you?”

“The only thing that bothers me is that you are neglecting yourself. But yes, I will tell you if the studying starts bothering me. Don’t worry.” She kissed you gently and then took the notes and put them down before walking with you to the table.

“I am the luckiest person in the world.” You told her, shyness surfacing at realizing that this brilliant human loved you just as much as you loved her.

“I feel the same way, tesoro.”

Studying became a lot easier for you when you started running through your notes and explaining everything to Vic, practically tutoring her about your upcoming exam. At one point she had even brought in her bass, playing melodies here and there after you’d agreed to the occasional song treat.

Two days before your exam there was going to be a concert and Vic saw how anxious you were getting the closer the clock ticked to exam time.

“I won’t be mad if you don’t come to the show but I still think that you can use the night off.”

You hid your face in her neck, holding her close and trying to ground yourself.

“I am worried I’ll fail.”

“You’ve practically turned me into an expert on the matter, what do you mean you’re going to fail?”

You smiled and kept holding her.

“A night off with you sounds magical.” You told her as a way of confirming that you’d go to her concert.

“I’ll play for you all night.” She promised and kissed you very gently.

You took your notes with you and ran through them while the band was rehearsing and when they walked back to the green room, Vic gave you a teasing and slightly disapproving look at the fact that you were still working despite the decision that you’d take the night off.

“Can I take a look at those?” Ethan asked, moving closer to you to look at the notes. You passed them to him and Vic went in to hug you.

The boys all huddled up around the notes and started going through them.

“This is complex.” Thomas scratched his head.

“Gives me a headache.” Damiano added.

“I like it.” Ethan smiled.

“How about we do an exam competition?” Vic offered. You knew that she had little to no enthusiasm about academia and still, her offer made your heart flutter.

“Okay, let’s do it.” You sat down next to your girlfriend as Damiano picked up a pen and paper, Ethan organized the notes quickly and Thomas got the timer ready.

“You got 45 seconds for each question, whoever gets the least amount of points is buying us dinner.”

“Deal.” Vic and you replied at the same time.

And so the competition started and both you and Vic got a lot of the questions right - she corrected you where you got it wrong (and Ethan corrected when you both got it wrong), and you corrected her when she got something wrong.

“One final deciding point.” Ethan announced at the last sheet of paper before firing the question.

Both you and Vic’s hands shot up, you looked at each other laughing and you realized that your friends had made revisions fun despite their busyness.

“Go ahead.” You gestured for Vic to talk.

You could see a faint blush creep up on her cheek and your heart filled with joy as she nailed one of the most complex questions on the curriculum.

“Anything to add?” Ethan asked, noticing that your gaze hadn’t moved from Vic.

“I love you.” You kissed Vic, ignoring Ethan’s question and making the boys laugh.

“I love you too, and I am sure you will absolutely kill this exam.”

“Thank you for being the best study buddy.”

“My pleasure. I’m still dedicating tonight to you. And once the exam is over, you and I will celebrate.”

“We won’t say no to a celebration either.” Thomas joked.

“I guess dinner is still on me then.” You smiled at all of them.

The anxiety eased a bit, replaced by the feeling of joy that you had such good people showing up for you and believing in you and your dreams.

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oro-e-diamanti · 1 year

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Hi, can you do number 14 with victoria and something along the lines of The one where victoria is patient. I loveee that one.

"Open your mouth."

Vic + soft smut

Waking up next to Vic is one of the best feelings in the world, you decide as her naked body presses against yours, her chest molding perfectly against your backside, her arm around you, hand on your lower belly. You contemplate faking sleep for a little longer as you enjoy the closeness, but you can feel her giggle against your neck even before you can hear it.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re awake, cucciola,” she whispers into your hair before pressing a soft kiss into it. Her fingers are almost tickling you now, sweeping over your belly and your thighs. You don’t manage to hold back a laugh. Her hand stops, on top of your legs, dangerously close to the place that already starts throbbing ever so slightly at the fleeting attention. It’s ridiculous how easily she gets under your skin. She has you in the palm of your hand, almost literally, and she knows it.

“We don’t have to be anywhere today,” you murmur in a low voice. “You know we could sleep a bit more.”

“We could also do something else with the time we’ve got,” she replies and now her hand is cupping your pussy between your legs rather obviously. You gasp in surprise but grind into it immediately. “You don’t seem to be against the idea.”

You turn your head around to look at her. She’s gorgeous, even right after waking up. She looks younger without all the make-up you’ve gotten so used to seeing on her, and it almost makes her look innocent in a way you know she definitely isn’t. But you love it. You love it so much. The sleepy eyes, the messy hair, the plush lips begging to be kissed. You can’t help yourself as you clumsily reach out to her to bring her mouth to yours.

Vic tastes sweet, the kind of sweet you never want to stop tasting, impossible to replace or imitate. She lets you kiss her for a while, but the pressure of her hand between your legs steadily increases and finally forces you to break away with a moan you immediately try to stiftle.

“You need to stop keeping your noises in,” Vic says as she ceases all movements. You simply blush. “You sound so fucking gorgeous and you never let me her it.”

You kiss the pout off her face. She’s asked for you to be louder in bed before, more than once. It’s not a general turn off for you – in fact, you love hearing her – but you’ve not yet managed to turn your brain and all your insecurities off enough to allow yourself to let go in that way. It wasn’t for a lack of her trying, either. You loved what she did for you. You very much wanted to give this to her. It just didn’t seem to work.

“Well, I’ve come prepared.” Before you can protest she’s jumped out of your bed, rummaging through her bag left somewhere on the floor. You can’t held but admire her naked figure, soft skin and perfect curves and you’re just itching to reach out to touch her. But in an instant, she’s back in bed with you, hiding something behind her back, a knowing smirk on her face. “It’s just an idea, and we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I think you could like it and-”

“I trust you,” you interrupt. And you do. As curious as you are, you don’t care all that much what exactly she’s hiding behind her back. You’re willing to try close to anything with Vic by your side. And she knows your boundaries. There’s no reason not to trust her.

She kisses you again, turning you on your back as she leans over you, and your eyes close on their own accord. Her fingers are everywhere on your body all at once. You lean into the sensations. You’ve always enjoyed the way she makes you feel and today is no different. Her mouth travels down your neck, lips attaching to your nipples and you impatiently push her hand down your body.

“Someone can’t wait,” she grins against your skin. You don’t mind the teasing, not the verbal one. You just crave more, immediately, the way you always do as soon as she makes the slightest moves towards you.

“Please,” you beg, and for once, she has mercy. Vic’s fingers stroke your inner thighs, never resting in one place for too long, until they reach your pussy, your wetness embracing them immediately. She mumbles something about how wet and ready you are for her against your neck, praising you for being so willing and so receptive, promising you more. You simply sigh, movements becoming more eager. Especially because she’s doing her absolute worst and completely ignoring your clit.

Vic has two fingers inside of you when she asks, “Ready to try something?”

You open your eyes to look at her. You love looking at her, you think for the second time that morning. Her eyes are soft yet steady in a way that’s giving you the utmost confidence in your decision to be with her, let her take the lead, trust her in just about every aspect of your life.

“Okay,” you whisper back, nerves firing up as she moves away from you for a moment. You don’t try to look at what she’s fumbling with, but your eyes are darting around anyway.

“Hey,” Vic pulls your attention back. “Look at me.”

So you do. It’s a perfect distraction, even as you feel something between your legs that surely isn’t just her fingers. It’s only when a low vibration starts humming against your pussy that you break the eye contact, a gasp on your lips, your hips moving against it instictively. She turns the vibration up and moves it so it’s perfectly molding against you and when it hits your clit in the most perfect way, you let out a squeak.

“Good?” She asks. There’s a smirk on her face because she knows but the question isn’t any less genuine because of it. You nod frantically, a tiny gasp as she starts moving her fingers inside of you as well now. The stimulation is different than anything you’ve experienced.

When she turns the intensity up again, not once but twice this time, you find yourself biting your lip desperately, head thrown back, and if you could think clearly at all, you’d fear drawing blood from your teeth boring into your flesh.

“Open your mouth.”

You’re confused for a second, unsure what she wants from you. But when you catch her eye, she simply smiles, fingers still moving inside of you, making it hard to concentrate.

“Open your mouth,” Vic repeats. “Let the sounds out. Stop thinking.”

When she curls her fingers in that particularly delicious way as the vibrator keeps working its magic, it’s suddenly easy. You can feel it approaching, heavy and firy in your lower stomach. Your hand blindly grabs for Vic’s body, your other clenching around the bedsheets. Your mouth falls open, jaw slack, as it hits you.

You can’t recall which noises are actually leaving your mouth as you come on her fingers, vibrator tightly pressed against you until you’re writhing away from it, but you know you’re loud, almost unhinged as you feel every single second of the hardest orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Your breathing is heavy as you stare at the ceiling, waiting to come back to earth, unable to pay much attention to what Vic is doing until she cuddles up to you, peppering little kisses on your cheek, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Knew you had it in you,” she giggles and you easily join in. The embarrassment that wants to start creeping in at what just happened is easily forgotten when she kisses you again, properly, and you can almost feel her radiating with happiness at her success. You smile at her as she pulls back, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She returns the smile, but can’t help herself from making another remark. “Maybe you wanna try what kinds of noises I can make next.”

And oh, you do.

#vic de angelis blurb #victoria de angelis blurb #vic de angelis x reader #vic de angelist smut #my writing #writing #prompt blurb #prompt blurbs #blurb

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marlena-immortale · 2 years

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going down on vic and just making her feel extra special on her birthday

Vic, your birthday sex is waiting 👅

Imagine just waiting in bed for Vic to get home and you lay her down, kissing all over her body and warming her up. Your lips travel everywhere, worshipping her perfect body. You tell her how beautiful she is and how much you love her. You look up to see her blushing at your words as you strip her slowly.

When your kisses and licks get close to her pussy, she starts guiding your head but you resist, wanting to drag out her pleasure. She whines at your gentle licks on her clit, craving more. You take your time with her pussy, licking every inch and enjoying your time between her thighs, tasting her wetness and leaving kisses on her soft sensitive skin.

Vic is pulling at your hair, frustrated and attempting to pull you closer. She decides she’s finally had enough and flips you over, pinning you to the bed and sitting firmly on your face, immediately using your tongue to grind on. After getting over the surprise, you let yourself relax into it, pulling her hips down even further, dragging her pussy up and down from your chin to your nose. She builds up speed and you just lay your tongue out flat for her to enjoy while you stare up at her in reverence, watching her beautiful face relaxed in pleasure, and listening to the music of her moans, completely lost in the moment. You can barely breath but looking at Vic grinding on your face is much more important right now. She’s shaking and screaming above you and you can tell that she’s so close to cumming. It only takes her a few more thrusts of her hips to get her to cum on your tongue, riding out the rest of her high. Your lap at her pussy, trying to lick all of her cum until she’s twitching and lifting herself off.

She collapses next to you, catching her breath with half-closed eyes and a pretty smile. You kiss her flushed cheek and simply say “happy birthday baby” before cuddling into her chest and leaving little kisses wherever you can reach as she falls asleep in your arms.

#I'm a month behind on asks but I feel the need to answer this ask now bc it's vic's birthday oops #maneskin smut #maneskin x reader #victoria de angelis smut #victoria de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis #måneskin smut #måneskin x reader #maneskin #måneskin #asks #blurbs

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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14, 17, 20, 24, 28 and 45 - for Victoria de Angelis the Princess of Måneskin

14. I don’t want to be alone.

17. Here, lay down in my lap.

24. Why would you care? Because I love you! *soulmate silence*

28. You look so comfy, and cuddle-able

45. Let’s just stay in bed.

X Vic

A/n: challenge of the year: CAN TEENY CONNECT THESE ALL INTO A FIC (idk haven’t started yet). Oh and btw babe, I just left out 20 because I had another prompt with it <3

Future a/n: allow me to explain myself. So I was very bored and when my mind doesn’t do something it gets ✨bad tm✨, which is why this “blurb” ended up being 5K words long

A HUGE thank you to @idyllicbutterfly for encouraging me on. You were an angel❤️❤️❤️

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“You know what? Just get the fuck out of here! All you do is fuck shit up, ever since you’ve decided to follow Damiano around like a hopless touch-starved child!” Vic yelled, not being able to contain her rage anymore.

Y/n got on her nerves, to say the least. Every fucking time she would try to do something with the band, just the four of them, of course she had to tag along as well, and Damiano never commented. Why would he? She was his cousin, after all. Vic, however, would have gladly pushed her off a cliff.

She had the most annoying voice, always so angelic and smooth, as If she had no negative emotions. She always spoke her mind, which pissed Vic off in equal measures. She just seemed like an overall goody-two shoes who was sent there to be a huge pain in the ass for Vic.

Tonight was, of course, no exception. They were all gathered around the dining table, eating pasta and discussing about the work they had done. It had been an important day after all. A few producers from England had come to check out their music, and they were all tense, yet excited. The recording had gone amazing, they managed to get in a few snippets from their new songs too and everyone was pleasantly surprised. It had been a perfect day.

Until Y/n came. Just her presence pissed Vic off, which made the whole atmosphere incredibly tense. Y/n accidentally spilling a glass of water was the fire their argument needed.

“Yeah, of course, I’m the touch-starved child! Says the girl who walks around naked all day!” Y/n shouted back, feeling her eyes get filled with tears. Arguments were never her forte.

“Do you see anyone touching me? Besides, why would I need someone else to do it when I’m oh so good at doing it my damn self?” Vic retorted, a devilish grin on her face. She knew how flustered Y/n got when conversations turned sexual, and there was nothing better than taking advantage of it.

“Yeah there you go with your masturbation jokes again. So mature.” She answered, rolling her eyes.

“More mature than blushing at any mentions of it.”

“THAT’S ENOUGH! Both of you! We’re all fucking sick of you two getting into fights every single day! Today was perfect and you just had to fucking ruin it!” Ethan interrupted both girls, his strong voice overpowering theirs.

“It’s not my fault she’s a clumsy idiot who gets on my nerves every fucking time!”

“Well It’s not mine either that she’s a stuck up bitch who’s blunt as fuck!”

“I’m surprised you know the word!”

Damiano exhaled loudly, being just as fed up with the arguing as Ethan. He looked at the other guys, signaling with his head towards the pool and they all got up simultaneously to leave.

“Well, I guess that leaves the two of us, huh angel?” Vic spoke, her honeyed voice echoed by the large room.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” Y/n muttered, rolling her eyes in disgust.

“If you are going to insult me, at least be clever about it. You see, that’s one of the fucking things I can’t stand about you. You’re just so fucking basic all the time. There’s nothing unique about you, you’re just like everybody else because you’re absolutely terrified of what people think about you.” She kept on saying, her voice growing more dangerous as she got closer to Y/n.

Vic could see how much her words affected her, and oh how it fed her ego. Y/n’s eyes were already red, awfully close to spilling all the tears carefully stashed in her dark eyes. Her breath was ragged, also hinting at how close she was from crying. Y/n’s hair always seemed to cascade perfectly down her wide shoulders, the fake blue tint making her skin look even colder. She was fake in practically every aspect. That was Vic’s favorite thought- there was no way someone could ever be that perfect.

“That’s fucking low, you asshole.” Y/n murmured, her voice as weak as she felt.

“Oh sweetheart, you’d moan my name if you’d truly let me go low.” Victoria snickered.

“I really fucking doubt that. I don’t really think a person like you could be talented in bed.”

“Oh well now I’m interested. Would you happen to have any particular reasoning behind that thought?” She responded, quite interested in what Y/n could possibly answer.

“Considering how carelessly you insult me, you’d be too ignorant to even realize whether your partner would be having a good time or not.”

Victoria cackled, rolling her head back in amusement. Y/n’s voice seemed so pathetic to her, how shaky and fragile it was.

“Aww, I’m insulting you, puppy? Am I hurting your sweet little feelings?” She mused, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n was completely frozen at the contect.. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Why would Victoria even bother touching her when she couldn’t even stand her presence in the same room?

“What the fuck do you want, Victoria?” Y/n mumbled, not daring to move away from her hand, which was now on the nape of her head.

“Well, darling, since you’re a huge pain in my ass, it would seem that calming you down would be a common interest. Even if fucking you is the way to achieve that.”

Y/n gasped and pulled away quickly, turning around so fast her sight had to catch up. She hurried to the counter and picked up her keys, shoved them in her purse and went to get her coat. Fuck- where was it?

“Looking for this?” Vic asked from behind. Her voice had somehow calmed down, but it was probably in Y/n’s head.

She turned around slowly, hoping her redness would at least settle down even for a fraction of a second. Y/n frowned when she noticed that the coat was on the coffee table, with Vic nowhere in sight.

Y/n scoffed as she walked towards the table. “Of course she didn’t mean it.”

***

“Vic, I need you to do us a favor.” Thomas approached the blonde, a bowl of fruit in his hands. “Here’s an offering, to put you in a good mood.”

Vic raised her eyebrow at the boy, already suspicious of what they were about to ask.

“What do you want, Thomas?”

He looked around, sharing not so discreet glances with Ethan and Damiano, before focusing his attention back on her.

“So, we got a call from Y/n. She um- she is having a rough day, and we wanted to go pick up a few things for her when she gets back. That does, however, mean you will be left with her, so we need you to at least try and not make it worse.”

Vic smirked. They were fucked, and mostly, Y/n was most definitely going to punch Vic.

“Taking care of our sweet little princess? Oh it’s gonna be my pleasure.”

“Vic, seriously, don’t fuck around with this.” Damiano intervened, sending Vic what seemed like a death glare. Not quite so scary to the girl, who was known for killing people with her glares.

“You must have forgotten my own problems with panic attacks, and that, assuming she will have one. Regardless, she won’t even feel my presence. I promise.”

All three sighed in relief, getting ready to head out the door and muttering their thanks to the blonde.

***

Y/n had drived in the alleyway, parking her car right in front of the garaje. She knew the feeling that already sunk into her stomach. Letting her head flop onto the wheel, she inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times. She needed a distraction before it would be too late.

“Damiano?” She asked while opening the door, praying he would be right there, hands open wide for her to relax in. Of course, considering her luck, he wasn’t.

“Amazing.” She whispered, as she fell against the door, slamming it shut with a loud thud.

It took a few seconds for her senses to recognize the new environment, a familiar scent managing to throw her off completely. She knew the smell all too well. Warm milk with a teaspoon of honey mixed in and her mother’s cinnamon apples. It even smelled like roasted pecans.

She took her boots off carefully, still trying to figure out who had cooked all those things, especially since Damiano was away.

“Hello?” She asked again, peeking through the archway and seeing the kitchen just as empty as the rest of the house.

Confusion clouded her mind as she walked further in, taking a look at the pot on the stove. It was filled with apples, just as she had smelled, and right next to it was a mug of honey milk. Not waiting a second more, she grabbed a plate and filled it with the desert, jumping on the counter and beginning to eat them.

The problem with all the silence was that it allowed her mind to think whatever it wished. The childhood meal hadn’t made it better either. Her mother passed a few years ago. That’s when Damiano’s family took her in and cared for her. That’s also how she grew so close to him, why she followed him around. He was like a brother to her, always looking out for her and making sure she was as happy as she could be.

Her heart skipped a beat, and the coils in her stomach grew tighter, almost cutting off her breath. She began panicking, desperate to cling to the smallest bit of sanity she had left.

That’s when Victoria walked into the kitchen, widening her eyes at Y/n.

“Oh shit, you’re home. I’ll just grab some snacks and go-“

“Wait no, please. Just… I don’t wanna be alone.” Y/n begged, looking at Vic with a desperation she could easily recognize. For a split second, the panic they were both familiar with connected them.

“Alright. Do you want me to hold you or just distract you?” The blonde asked carefully, feeling as if she was stepping on glass. She was really trying to keep the promise she had made to Damiano.

Y/n eyed Vic up and down for a second. She was wearing a fluffy robe, no doubt naked underneath, but the thought of her warm, soft skin touching her own swam around in Y/n’s mind.

“I’m not gonna lie. You look really comfy, and cuddle-able.” She chuckled, quickly swiping a tear off her face.

Vic nodded, replicating Y/n’s soft smile, and walked over to her, slowly grasping Y/n into her embrace.The girl closed her eyes, relaxing against Vic’s touch and leaning her head on the blonde’s shoulder. She smelled slightly of cinnamon and honey. Y/n knew it was just because of the scent that filled the kitchen. She couldn’t have known or remembered her childhood food.

“Hey, Y/n, calm down. Just try and match your breath to mine. Don’t focus on anything else.”

Her words were surprisingly soothing. Or at least, they did a good job at relaxing her. Y/n focused on doing exactly what Vic had instructed. She felt the blonde’s chest rise and fall slowly, a pattern she knew quite well. Inhale 4 seconds, hold 7 and exhale 8. The soft fabric of the robe brushed against her cheek and Vic’s blonde hair tickled her neck. She could feel her hands rubbing small circles on her back, leaving a warm trail in their wake. Everything about her was meant to calm her down. It was a small, sunny island in an ocean full of storms.

“How do you feel?” Vic’s voice softly interrupted her, making her jolt slightly.

“Hey, look at me.” The blonde’s voice immediately led her back to the relaxed state she was in. “Wanna go upstairs? I’ll hold you till you fall asleep.”

Y/n nodded gently, her lids almost closed. She hadn’t realized just how exhausted she was until now. Maybe it was the stress.

Vic gracefully helped her off the counter, and held her hand as she started walking towards her room.

“You can lay down, I’ll go get you your pajamas.”

“Actually I-… nevermind. Yeah, that’s okay.”

Vic halted in her steps, turning around towards Y/n. “No, tell me.”

“No, it’s fine, the pj’s are ok.”

Vic puffed, walking back towards Y/n. She nuzzled the girl’s head against her, running her fingers through her hair. “Would you prefer sleeping without clothes?”

Y/n nodded her head against her, a peachy blush appearing on her cheeks. Vic chuckled and pulled away, not missing the disappointed look on Y/n’s face at the loss of contact, and went to the bathroom. She quickly found what she needed, a few makeup remover wipes, and went back to the bed.

“I’ll just take off your makeup. Here, lay down in my lap.”

Vic’s soft hands led her down, resting on her thighs, and began wiping her face gently. Y/n basked in the feeling of being cared for, and let Vic wipe away all the things on her face, along with all her worries.

She opened her eyes when she felt Vic bend over her to leave the wipes on the nightstand. She pushed Y/n off, climbing in the middle of the bed and taking her robe off. Her assumptions had been correct, Vic was indeed wearing nothing underneath.

The blonde opened her arms, calling Y/n over. Closing her eyes, she cuddled into Vic and tried to focus on her breathing again. There were, however, a few more distractions.

If Y/n had thought the robe was soft, Vic’s skin was on a whole other level. It pressed softly to her own, warming Y/n up as if she were a cup of hot chocolate on a winter day. Her arms were wrapped around her neck, keeping her head safe and hidden between her limbs. A leg was nonchalantly wrapped around her torso, making her feel as welcome in her arms as show would have in her childhood home, many years ago.

“You wanna take yours off too? I’m sure office attire isn’t all that comfy.” She chuckled softly, the warm breath hitting Y/n’s exposed neck and the vibrations sending tingles throughout her body.

Y/n made a bit of distance between her and Vic’s body, and reached up to her shirt, beginning to unbutton it. The blonde’s hands began working on her trousers, looking at her briefly for consent, before pulling them off and throwing them away.

“You can stay with the bra on if you’re more comfortable like that. Or I could get you a shirt.”

“No, it’s fine. Sleeping in a bra would suck anyway.”

Vic smiled fondly as she pulled Y/n back in, easily unclasping her bra and sliding it off. Y/n could feel a blush creeping on her body. Never had she thought she would end up in a bed naked, with none other than Victoria.

She must have noticed Y/n was slightly nervous, because her hands were instantly cupping her cheek, focusing her attention on the blonde.

“Relax, sweetheart. I promise tomorrow will be a better day.” She whispered, pulling her in.

Y/n felt like she transcended into paradise when their bodies made contact. Feeling Vic directly on her body was without a doubt the most amazing sensation she had felt yet. It was even warmer, better than any wool scarf or comforter. Her skin felt like silk, as if she would leave kisses on every single inch of her body, as soft as butterflies.

The blonde smiled, feeling how Y/n melted in her hands, and brought her even closer. The coconut scent of Y/n’s shampoo enveloped her like a magical wave of calm. Her hair was even softer than it looked, and she loved nothing more than to comb her hands through it. It was long, reaching her waist and it always accentuated Y/n’s features perfectly.

Neither of the girls knew how much time had passed. Vic had felt Y/n drift off to sleep. It was rewarding feeling her so relaxed, knowing how close she had been to a panic attack hours ago. No matter how much she hated Y/n, she felt like there was an unspoken bond between them.

It would, however, disappear again in the morning. That's what Vic told herself. There was no use getting used to feeling Y/n’s frail body against her own. It would most definitely be the first and last time she would ever experience this. In the morning, they would go back to hating each other.

Those thoughts were enough to build up Vic’s walls again. Everyone had them. Especially her, since she was in the music industry at such a young age, she had her inner self carefully guarded. Perhaps it was a mistake, letting Y/n in. Even for a night.

Vic tried to roll the girl over, getting off the bed as quietly as possible. Right as she was about to stand up, a warm hand grabbed her wrist, making her turn around.

“Please, Vic, just stay. Let’s just stay in bed.”

Her jaw clenched. An internal battle, as always, plagued her soul. If she stayed, she knew how disappointed she would be in the morning. If she left, she would have lost the feeling she yearned for since Y/n stepped into her life.

But who was truly strong enough to walk away from someone like Y/n?

A few moments later, they were both clung to each other, holding on as if they were each other’s only oasis. They drifted to sleep, entangled and unsure of where their bodies began and where they were just touching the other.

***

“Thomas, if you don’t shut the fuck up I will shove this bag of chips up yo bootyhole.” Damiano muttered, embodying a southern accent.

“Why in the holy fucks did you say it like that?” Thomas’s strained voice answered, barely holding in his laughter.

“Because he is dramatic. Now both of you, zip it.” Ethan whispered, not sure if there was anyone awake in the house.

Their trip had ended up taking longer than expected. The original plan was to go to Y/n’s home, get a blanket she used when she was younger, buy snacks and ice cream and then come back and cuddle all night.

Of course, there were a few bumps on the road. The trip to her house should have taken about an hour. Their car, however, decided it would be just so comical to break down halfway there. Between the angry and over-gestured insults thrown at one another, they waited for someone to come help them. Eventually, a kind woman stopped behind them and fixed it. That was one problem out of the way.

When they got to Y/n’s house, they realized no one had gotten the key.

“Thomas, give me the key.” Damiano asked, extending his hand out to the guitarist.

“Me? You gave it to Ethan!”

“Excuse me? Wasn’t it Damiano who had it in the first place?”

Italian arguing ensued. They eventually decided upon propelling Ethan into the second floor window, as he was the lightest and most “built like Santa’s dick”, as Thomas lovingly called him.

Three bruises and a fallen cat later, Ethan managed to climb into Y/n’s room. Grabbing the blanket quickly, he took a photo of the princess stickers on her walls to use as blackmail for later and jumped back out.

“Good, so our last stop is the gas station. Ethan, your wallet please.” Damiano exclaimed happily, looking at Ethan through the mirror of the car. Thomas muttered a slow uh-oh, as Ethan’s face paled, doing the wallet patting all over his body.

“Dear Ethan, tell me you did not lose your wallet or so help me god i will shave your hair off.”

“And I will cut off that Damiano David Dick if you touch my hair.”

Another half an hour later, they were back at Y/n’s house. Ethan climbed into her room again, got the wallet which had fallen out of his pocket when he took out his phone, and they were all on their way back to the gas station.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

The atmosphere in the car was tense. Damiano was at the wheel, staring angrily at every passing car, Ethan next to him, his arms crossed and a judgy look on his face. Thomas was in the back, looking like a lost puppy whose parents had gotten into a fight.

“Okay, well at least we have the blanket.” Thomas whispered as they all took their shoes off, entering the house.

“Yeah, the one fucking thing we could have dealt without.” Ethan’s retort came, making Damiano snort.

“Wait, why does it smell like cinnamon apples?”

“Because someone fucking cooked some?”

“Shut up, both of you.” Ethan was quick to interrupt them, fulfilling his role as a mother-hen. He walked towards the kitchen, examining the pots.

“I think it was Vic. Y/n doesn’t add that much sugar.” Damiano commented, licking the sauce off his finger.

“Why would Vic bake this? She doesn’t even like cinnamon.”

“Do you think that maybe she did it to help Y/n?” Thomas asked, hope building up in his chest. “Even better! Do you think they’re sleeping upstairs cuddled up like they do in movies after years of fighting?”

“Be quiet you romantic fool. They most likely are, considering that the sexual tension between them is enough to choke us all.” Ethan commented, a knowing smile spreading on his lips.

“If CO2 emissions won’t choke us to death their tension will and you may quote me on that.” Muttered Damiano, as he beckoned for the others to follow him up the stairs.

Slowly making their way to the bedroom, anticipation grew inside each one of them- all for different reasons. Damiano wanted his best friend and cousin to finally get along, Ethan wanted to get rid of the arguments and Thomas wanted someone to ship.

Ethan was the one who opened the door, slowly turning the doorknob to avoid any creaks. He almost had to cover Thomas’s mouth when they all saw the two girls cuddled up together. Their hearts melted in the moment, but Ethan and Damiano had to drag the guitarist away before he would go and kiss them both on the forehead.

Walking back downstairs, they pushed him outside, where he could finally start celebrating.

“I KNEW IT! I WAS RIGHT! I KNEW THEY WERE IN LOVE!”

“Thomas, just because they were cuddling doesn’t mean they are in love.” Ethan shut him down, taking a seat on a beach chair.

“Suck my balls, Ethan. Let me be enthusiastic for once.”

The drummer scoffed, leaning back on the chair and inhaling deeply. What a night.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. It is way past midnight and I am tired. I didn’t even get to drink my tea.” Damiano mumbled as he walked away, shoulders slumped and eyelids droopy.

“Buh bye grandpa.”

Ethan chuckled, but he soon followed Damiano inside too. Thomas stayed out for a few more moments, thanking the stars, before heading to bed as well. The events of the following morning would have required a clear head. Who knew what kind of fight Vic and Y/n could get into. If they did, that is.

***

Soft skin touched hers, warming her body up in a delicious way. Vic’s eyes opened slowly as she took in her surroundings. Long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders- fuck. Y/n’s long hair. She had cuddled Y/n all night long.

She was suddenly fully awake, looking around desperately to make sure it wasn’t just a dream. The worst thing that could happen was if she’d wake up and see how panicked Vic was. What would she say? I've been in love with you for years but hid it and instead bullied you like a 12 year old boy?

She rolled away from the girl, almost jumping off the bead and throwing her robe on. She was out the room in a second and heading towards the kitchen, towards a safe space. She would need a coffee for this. Maybe a spiked one.

Y/n woke up a few minutes after Vic. There wasn’t the same reassuring presence that had kept her calm throughout the night. She was cold and sore, looking around for- Vic. Oh she had been with Vic that night. And worst of all… she had left.

“Morning.” Y/n muttered, walking down the stairs. Damiano and Thomas were on the couch, both greeting her.

The smell of pancakes reached Y/n, calling her over to the kitchen where she found Ethan shirtless, making breakfast.

“Oh, buongiorno amore. How did you sleep?”

Y/n blushed, remembering last night. She had seen Vic completely naked, and had been touching every single inch of her body. But she left. Vic left her. Y/n knew she regretted it. She always backed down from things like these.

The new perspective she had of the night made her recoil at her own touch. It was as if the grazes she considered as a cure last night became a bitter potion in her body.

“I fell asleep quickly. I still feel like shit though.”

“Well that’s surprising. From what I remember you were still sleeping like a puppy this morning.” Vic smirked as she strutted into the kitchen, grabbing a plate from one of the cabinets.

Ethan’s eyes widened, having a feel for where the conversation was about to go. He quickly turned off the stove and went into the living room, giving the girls some privacy.

“Well, you must not have been there to see me wake up.”

Vic puffed, rolling her shoulders back as If they were about to fight physically.

“Well pardon me If I didn't want to wake you up. But that’s not what’s bothering you.”

Y/n was thrown off by how careful Vic was being. She hadn’t made any sarcastic retort, hadn’t judged or insulted her in some way.

“Well, you left. It would have been nice to not wake up freezing.” Y/n answered, making a joke out of all of it.

“Sleep in my bed tonight too, and I promise I’ll be there when you wake up.”

Y/n frowned again and turned to look at Vic. She eyed her up and down to see if there was something wrong, something Y/n hadn’t noticed.

“You’re tense, Y/n. Relax.” She whispered, approaching the girl and rubbing her shoulders in a soothing way.

“No, wait. Vic, get the fuck away. What the hell are you doing?” She was mad now. Perhaps it was her brain, who couldn’t let her believe that Vic could actually care for her, or just a gut feeling that told her not to trust the girl.

“Y/n, can you please stop. I don’t want you getting stressed again.” Vic answered, getting frustrated at how Y/n shut her out, despite clinging to her body for dear life the previous night.

“And why would you care?” She asked, ice cold as she waited for Vic to admit it was all a ruse and she had no interest in her.

“Because I love you!” The words left her mouth before her brain could stop her.

Vic’s eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for Y/n’s reaction. She was silent for a few moments, looking back at her with a deep sorrow that broke Vic apart.

“How.” Her voice was small, broken. A toy thrown around all her life, who could not believe that someone could possibly care for her. To love her, that’s what she never managed to fathom.

Tears threatened to fall out of Vic’s icy blue eyes. She slowly walked towards Y/n, cupping her cheek gently and continued looking into her eyes, hoping that her affection would get to her.

“Why, Vic.” She asked again, tears already reddening her cheeks as she leaned into Vic’s hand.

The blonde didn’t know how to respond. She slowly got closer to her face, so close she didn’t know whose air she was breathing and kissed her.

It was slow. Her lips barely grazed above her, so softly not even a feather would move away. Her arms went around Y/n hugging her tightly, but keeping the same, light pressure on her lips.

God, how much she had dreamed of them. They looked like pillows, dyed a rosy color, the same as the plants you would find tangled up in trees. How her lips moved when she talked, when she smiled, yawned, screamed or her personal favorite, when she gasped. They would be slightly parted yet still sucked in.

“Victoria.” She spoke against her lips, not bothering to pull apart. She said it as if it was a prayer. As if the safety she had found in the blonde was now hers to keep, to treasure.

Vic lifted a hand up to the nape of her neck, and pulled her closer. Their mouths were now moving in sync, each one taking turns to explore the other.

Vic kept kissing her passionately, holding her in her hands. She stopped for a moment, breathing as deeply as Y/n was, and licked her lower lip. It was soft, just as she had imagined. A small scar by the corner caught her attention, and she swiped her tongue over it a few times. She left a light kiss to Y/n’s lip before biting it softly, earning a gasp from the girl.

“Vic.” She said again.

This time, she pulled away and went back to staring into her eyes again.

“I love you too.”

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