#maneskin fiction

[oro-e-diamanti]

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

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

Damiano + angst/fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Our flight back gets in at 7 pm tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

Then he’s there.

Damiano.

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

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

But you need him to see you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” you mumble against him.

“I love you,” he replies.

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

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

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

“Anything you want, amore.”

“Record that song.”

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

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

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

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

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

“ sip the gossip, drink ‘til you choke ”

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

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

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

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brief translations from the messages:

tasso di miele = my honey badger

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

mandami dei nudi dopo = send some nudes later?

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Do you ship it?

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“Every interaction they've ever had. They got married for the bit. They make out.”

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She back and she's beautiful!!

As always, the throuple hitting a soft spot with me. Great job darling!

𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕

🗨️𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

🌈rainbow family part2 [complete series]

🗯️ Damiano × Ethan × reader | OC baby: Cosmo

completely safe for work! nothing but fluff here!

° “Okay, well you're just being a hater because you're gonna be so jealous when I'm his first word.” Damiano said.

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° i have been sick& just wanted something sweet& cute& simple to comfort myself with& a comment from @ladysybilchronicles about baby cosmo learning how to talk got the ball rolling& its been something to keep me occupied in between drinking copious amounts of tea& sleeping. thanks for all your patience, i'll be back soon, i promise❣️❣️❣️

“He is literally about to say it, he's gonna say Papa.” Damiano said, taking a pause from feeding your baby son.

Cosmo was ten months old, and all of the parenting books advised he might not speak his first word until twelve months old. But recently Damiano had predicted Cosmo was on the cusp of speaking. Damiano pointed to a new facial expression Cosmo was showing lately, furrowing his brow deeply, opening his mouth and silently moving his lips. Ethan thought it was due to gas.

He stood behind where Damiano was sitting, looking over his shoulder at Cosmo in his high chair. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Damiano said, not extending the spoonful of food towards the waiting baby. “Look at the way he's holding his mouth, he's clearly making a puh shape. And that's gonna turn into Papa.”

Ethan squinted his eyes down, carefully considering the baby's lips. You were eating your reheated nuggets from McDonald's, which you weren't about to abandon without good reason.

“Puh.” Damiano asserted. He picked up the cloth bib hanging around Cosmo's neck and wiped some of the slimy food off of his face. “I'm telling you…”

“Honey, at this stage he's trying to say put it in my mouth. You've been keeping him waiting for that mouthful for about five minutes now.” You said. “Stop talking with your hands and feed the baby.”

“More food, Mr Moe?” He addressed your child.

He guided the spoon into Cosmo's mouth, a thoughtful look on his face as he swallowed it. He kept his mouth open and both of your boyfriends continued staring at him, you could almost hear them mentally willing him to speak.

Cosmo ate everything as it was offered to him, kicking his feet in between mouthfuls. Damiano was engrossed by him, it reminded you of when he had first been born and everything was happening for the very first time - so many magical moments that could blow your mind. But today just felt like a perfectly normal instance of your son having a meal.

Ethan quit his viewing, going over to make himself a cup of coffee. 

After every spoonful that he fed the baby, Damiano kept repeating the word Papa. He stretched the syllables out ridiculously long, his lips moving into exaggerated shapes. 

Ethan returned to stand behind Damiano. “That doesn't look like a puh shape to me…”

“Okay, well you're just being a hater because you're gonna be so jealous when I'm his first word.” Damiano said.

Cosmo had finished his puréed meal and Damiano set the spoon down on the little tray, freeing his hands so he could wipe even more of the thick residue off of Cosmo's face. You couldn't tell if meal time was getting any less messy. Cosmo reached for the bulky spoon, keenly clenching and unclenching his fists.

“You look at me when I say puh and tell me if you genuinely think it matches what he's doing.” Ethan said.

“Okay.” Damiano got to his feet so he could face Ethan.

But this didn't mean he was about to accept Ethan's perspective. They were soon filling the room with long, single syllables. Meanwhile Cosmo was still entertained by his spoon. You hoped your boyfriends weren't going to ask for your opinion, because you were already only thinking of a nap.

“No, you look at my mouth while I say it.” Damiano told Ethan.

“No, no, look at me.”

“No, see how I'm-”

“No.”

“No, no, no.”

They weren't getting genuinely heated or cross with one another. You would class this discussion as passionate, each of them wanting to be proven right on something that felt so significant.

You noticed Cosmo making a shape with his mouth as he was staring at the doorway behind you. There was a slight furrow in his brow. You weren't sure what he was on the verge of doing - was he going to cry, was he going to crap? You weren't certain what this facial expression meant.

“Nnnnuuu…” It was almost like he was trying to hum, the sound not fully developed. He was just making noises for the sake of it, because he was experimenting with what his voice box could do.

Your boyfriends didn't stop talking because this wasn't a significant sound, seemingly. This was something similar to Cosmo's other, familiar vocalisations. But you watched your son, seeing that pull in his jaw as he really tried.

“Nnuh…”

You picked up one of the battered chicken pieces from your plate, showing it to him. “Nuh-get? Do you want one of Mama's nuggets? Nugg-et?”

He was old enough to eat solids, but you wouldn't feed him shit from McDonald's. He had far better options in the house.

He looked at the little fried object and seemed to focus on it. He continued moving his mouth, appearing indecisive about what kind of sound he wanted to make.

“Nuh!” It was a bit more distinctive this time, truly almost a word.

Ethan gestured to him. “It’s not puh, or pah.”

“Maybe not today, but it's gonna be.” Damiano said, his confidence still intact.

Ethan rolled his eyes, silently drinking his coffee. Damiano started to make himself a mug. Cosmo looked away from your food and you dunked another nugget into the aioli sauce.

“No!” Cosmo burst out, a perfectly formed word that made the entire room freeze. 

Damiano whipped around to look at him. Ethan's eyebrows raised and he leaned in closer to the high chair. Your mouth dropped open and you totally forgot about your food.

“No?” You repeated, getting the baby to look at you.

Damiano started to scramble. “Where's my phone? Where's any phone? Jesus…”

“Moe, you spoke.” Ethan said, reaching out for one of his tiny hands. “You really wanted to get that off your chest, huh?”

You got up and moved around the circular table so you could take up the seat next to his high chair. “Do you wanna say it again, honey? No? No?”

“No, no.” Ethan repeated slowly and Cosmo looked between the two of you. He had begun to smile, entertained by all of the attention he was getting.

“Tuh!” He enthusiastically articulated, extending the spoon up into the air, over his head.

“No?” You inquired, stretching the word out and smiling widely to get him excited for it. “No.”

Your heart was fluttering and you didn't want to blink because you couldn't risk missing anything. Another milestone was happening. You knew you wanted to remember this word and how it sounded for the rest of your life - your first child speaking his first word.

Damiano came back into sight, he had a phone in hand, already opened to the camera function. He aimed this at Cosmo, getting in close immediately. “No? No?”

“I think we're gonna overwhelm him.” Ethan said cautiously. “We don't even know if he's aware he said a word, nevermind knowing to repeat it.”

“You're probably right.” You said.

“This is his first step towards being the greatest public speaker the world has ever known.” Damiano said, easing back with the phone.

“And the cutest.” You said, you picked up one of Cosmo's small hands and gave it a kiss. He was just looking at the three of you - the content centre of your worlds.

He gurgled back at you, but no more words were produced. You stopped waiting and Damiano picked Cosmo out of his high chair. Ethan started to clean up the mess that had come out of this meal. You went to the bathroom, still thinking about your nap.

You wanted to check on your boys before going to the bedroom. Damiano had taken Cosmo into the lounge room, the baby sitting up with the aid of some sturdy cushions. There were toys splayed out on the floor around him, nothing yet picked by him to fixate on. As you walked further into the room, you discovered Ethan also inside. He was sitting on the couch, his phone in hand, but it was barely holding his attention. His head was turned in the direction of where Damiano was sitting on the floor in front of Cosmo.

Ethan greeted you with a smile as you walked over. “Hey, I thought you were gonna nap, baby.”

You shrugged and sat down. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before you started to reposition, lying down on the available space on the couch. You placed your head down, your cheek on his thigh and you were pleased when he started stroking your hair immediately. “I can nap here.”

“Do you know that I am just obsessed with you?” Damiano asked of Cosmo.

Cosmo looked up at his dad and smiled, a little gurgling noise coming from him at the same time. You felt your breathing even out and your thoughts slowed down, letting go of that mental checklist of priorities. Ethan rested his hand on your shoulder as you kept getting more comfortable.

You watched Cosmo, wondering if he would say that single syllable again. You didn't need him to talk, but you kept watching, until your eyelids grew too heavy to hold open.

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The Shiver // Page 1

[oro-e-diamanti]

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

Content: Smut

Word count: 4.2k

Lesson Sixteen: A taste of pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

Someone has developed a bit of a hyperfixation

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

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

The grin appeared on your face immediately.

Yeah? What if Idon't

Ethan's reply came in record time.

Then you might learn justhow hard Iusually hit my drums

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"About three hours, give or take."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

"You naughty little minx."

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

"Enough."

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

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

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

"Slower."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Colour?"

"Green."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh huh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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[wonderlandishell]

Never seen a girl so cruel

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

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

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

Read on ao3

[maneskinhouse]

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

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

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

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

[berenwrites]

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

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

This week we have fantasy stories inspired by some of my favourite YouTube channels and vids, some epic, some funny, some contemporary. Check back every day at 4 GMT to see who I have chosen and what they inspired me to write.

[mistressofthecats-blog]

If you went ahead and read "Use Me" part 4 that insanely talented @pjisskullourful cooked up from my request, you'd see hOW MUCH I AGREE WITH THIS.

Only creeps hate hairy men. I saw someone complaining about a guy’s happy trail. Freak, that is the best part of a man.

[claredugmorewrites]

Wings, Witches and Wonder Chapter Six, NaNoWriMo Progress & Other Life Stuff

Happy Friday, everyone!

Chapter six of my serial, paranormal-romance, web-fiction WINGS, WITCHES AND WONDER, is now live and available on ReamStories to 'Apprentice' to 'Master Wizard' tiers. 

And it's a spicy chapter! ;)

https://reamstories.com/claredugmore/public

In other news, NaNoWriMo has been a bit hit-and-miss this week, as it's PMS week, and I often struggle when my hormones are out of whack. I don't really want to do much of anything.

Though I did get in a few days of writing, and recorded a new episode of the Write Here, Write Now podcast, which will be with you on November 15. https://www.facebook.com/whwnpodcast

Hubby bought a new camera this week and is trying to improve his Youtube content. If you like handheld gaming (SteamDeck, ASUS ROG Ally etc.) or retro gaming, you should definitely check it out. https://www.youtube.com/@RetroResolve

Finally, I recently discovered the Italian rock band Maneskin, and have been listening to them for the last couple of weeks. Today they released a new deluxe version of their Rush! album, with five new songs, and OMG! They're amazing. There are three upbeat, danceable bangers, and two absolutely heart-breaking ballads. I can't stop listening to them. https://open.spotify.com/album/2kcJ3TxBhSwmki0QWFXUz8?si=bn_ExXecRCaU9usV1KloVQ

That's all I have for you this week. Hopefully, I can shake the PMS blues soon, and get some more words on the page. 

Until next week, take care and read on!

T.T.F.N

[ykaaaras]

The Preacher: Chapter 1

Pairing: DAMIANO DAVID x fictional female insert

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

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

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: mention of suicide, mention of homicide

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

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

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

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

“You think she’s alive?” asked her. 

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

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

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

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

“Alive,” informed and stood up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

Medusa nodded. Victoria smiled again.

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

Medusa shook her head.

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

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

Medusa sighed hard in disagreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria sighed quietly.

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

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

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

Victoria and Ethan both turned to Medusa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re dead, Medusa. I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

Damiano switched position, he sat on the windowsill.

“Should we tell her?” asked his colleagues.

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

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

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

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

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

Damiano nodded.

“How?” asked Medusa again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damiano smiled gently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

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

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

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

“What happened to me?”

Damiano lifted his eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

Damiano’s eyes got wide open for a second.

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

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

“Just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of book that was?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I have some illness?”

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

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

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

Medusa nodded her head hesitantly. Damiano noticed her confusion.

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

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

Damiano sat again on the bed.

“It could be disturbing,” he warned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Medusa was shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it. Just like that.”

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

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

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

Medusa snorted and nodded.

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

Damiano shrugged.

“Probably, but it couldn’t hurt you.”

Medusa nodded one more time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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