#thomas raggi fiction

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with Thomas' fingers

Description | You have a sudden realisation about Thomas... and the way his fingers move.

Content | Smut, fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Thomas Raggi

Word count | 4300

***

It hadn't supposed to happen. This… realisation. Not after years and years of being friends, not after years and years of seeing them everyday, then every week, then every month, as they rose to stardom. There was simply no reason for any of this to bubble up below the surface, rise and rise, and breach your line of consciousness now. But it did. It did, as you were sitting in an expensive seat at the arena, eyes transfixed on the screens that showed a detailed close up of Thomas’ fingers as he played his perfect solo.

You had seen it, watched him, hundreds of times before, probably quite literally that often if you added up all shows, impromptu sessions, rehearsals that you'd attended over the course of your friendship. Had gotten countless opportunities to study him, learn him by heart, but somehow, this overwhelmingly important detail had passed you by without notice and all of a sudden, you couldn’t tell how.

If someone were to ask you, afterwards, what song had been playing at the exact moment it all changed in your brain, you would have been at a complete loss. All that seemed to matter was keeping your eyes on the screen, wishing you could be close enough to see it for real, silently lamenting all the chances you’d had without making use of them, as Thomas’ fingers continued moving over and with the strings, and you wondered if you’d ever seen something that beautiful.

Any hope of behaving normally when the show was over went straight out of the window as you made your way backstage, immediately bumping into a sweaty but deliriously happy Thomas, who almost knocked you over in the process, only just managing to hold onto your wrist, his other hand quickly finding the small of your back, pulling you back.

“You okay?” he laughed, easily, carelessly, but your brain was going and going and going and whirling with the sensations of how his fingers wrapped around your wrist so easily, slender and careful and rough at the same time.

His face was too close to you, eyes trailing over yours. You could feel the heat emerging from his body, could smell it on him, the exertion of two hours on stage, his chest bare, acutely aware of how you were pressed against it. Never had you ever wanted Thomas, had never even considered it in earnest, jokes about hooking up with one or the other member of the band flying around easily, but none of it seemed as funny now.

“No,” you sighed back, then immediately realised what you said and how his breath was hitting your skin and untangled yourself from him. “I mean, yes. Of course.”

“Having a normal one, you two?” Damiano asked as he passed by, giving you a much-needed opportunity to remove yourself from the situation and you took it gratefully.

“Oh, always,” you replied, not with a lot of conviction and followed him towards their dressing rooms, hoping for Ethan and Vic to join you sooner or later. Anything that kept you from being alone with Thomas as your heart went on a rollercoaster so fast it almost made you sick.

Your wish wasn’t granted.

As Damiano disappeared into the room, Thomas snuck an arm around your waist, holding you steady and steering you away. You didn’t have it in you to protest or fight it, letting the man lead you into a different room, letting him close the door behind the two of you, letting your breathing even out as much as you could. It didn’t last for long when you turned around and once again caught sight of his bare chest, a singular drop of sweat finding its way along his nipple and towards his soft belly.

“Are you sure nothing happened?” he finally asked, drawing your eyes away from their tantalising view and up towards his face. “Normally you’re as ecstatic as we are when we get off stage but tonight you’re just… quiet.” He mustered your face, as if he could find any clues in it. You could feel a blush threatening to rise. You had never been this awkward in his presence, but now that you were, you couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard you tried. “I’m just worried. If you want to talk, I’m here, or I can get Vic for you or-”

“Everything’s fine,” you interrupted him in what you hoped was a reassuring tone. What would you normally do in this situation? It seemed like your brain wouldn’t provide you with the necessary information. Hug him, you subconscious whispered to you. Touch him the way you would any other day of your life.

But it wasn’t any other day of your life and as much as your fingers itched to reach out to him, a different part of you was screaming at the implications of it all. But his eyes, his eyes, you had never wanted to worry Thomas a day in your life and seeing him now, knowing you were the one to cause these feelings in him, had you fighting against every fibre that convinced you to keep away.

Your hands found his neck, reaching up to softly place them against his skin, thumbs stroking along the rough stubble that was starting to form on his chin again, a familiar move that had never felt stranger before. You wanted to be normal so desperately but all of your moves caused reactions you hadn’t anticipated.

“We’re fine,” you told him, even though he hadn’t explicitly asked. You needed him to know, more than you needed him in that moment. His breath was hitting your face as he leaned in and you fought the part in you that screamed for you to recirpocrate the gesture and the one that wanted to pull away to safe yourself. Instead, you let yourself fall into the moment, just a little bit, let him kiss your temple, let yourself indulge in him with all your senses.

“I don’t think I could handle it if we weren’t,” he whispered in your ear. You couldn’t either, you thought. You really couldn’t.

It’s why you moved away form him, pried your fingers off his face, not letting yourself miss the feeling of his skin under yours, and put on your fakest smile. He didn’t need to know.

***

Two weeks. The band was gone for two weeks, travelling over Europe, doing more shows, promos, no time to come home, and you were left with your thoughts. Well, with your thoughts and too many videos to be found online that had you hyperfocusing on Thomas’ fingers as they played the loveliest of riffs.

You didn’t want to think about the amount of time you spent in your bed, cuddled up underneath blankets, your hands between your legs when you couldn’t take it anymore, time and time again. It was innocent, you told yourself, a simple fantasy, something temporary, you were single and bored, a slight loss of sanity every time you recalled the way Thomas’ fingers curled around your wrist, imagining how it would translate to your neck, your thighs, your breasts. It wouldn’t change anything. Surely.

There were text messages, the odd video call, from all of them. You followed their journey via social media, not quite part of it, but adjacent enough. And you counted the days until they were back, your best friends, the most missed parts of your life when they left, no matter how much you supported and loved them for doing what they were passionate about. Yet you couldn’t help your anticipation growing with every hour until you got to see them again.

***

The party was a mess. You had arrived two - three? - hours ago, falling into the arms of Vic and Damiano immediately, which was followed by chasing down Ethan, who pressed a kiss to your hair and told you he had missed you. Thomas was harder to come by, a quick shout of hello, hi, give me one minute as he was carried away by some of his friends in an apparent effort to get him to do a keg stand (American much?).

Now everyone was drunk or way past it and after dancing to yet another song you didn’t know with Vic, you finally pulled yourself away, accepting the drink that was pushed into your hand on the way, and made your ways outside. The pool in the garden was covered, just in case the cool breeze wasn’t enough to discourage people from jumping in. Your aim, however, was one of the sunchairs at the edge of it. An opportunity to get some air, away from everyone else, and lie down, trying to get the spinning of your head under control.

Sliding down on the lounger a little, you hoped it would hide you from anyone else venturing outside, hide you from the moonlight illuminating you, but it wasn’t to be. You barely had time to move the drink to safety, dripping some of it down your chin and your neck, before a body squeezed onto the space with you, moving you just enough that neither of you would slip off. The armrest was digging into your back, pressed against your spine as you turned to your side to study Thomas.

He was drunk, or on the verge of it, looking back at youwith blurry eyes, strands of his hair falling into his face, he didn’t bother to push them away. He was beautiful like this, wild and carefree and young and a walking, talking temptation. You could feel a drop of alcohol slip from your chin to your chest, having almost forgotten the near disaster with your drink. Thomas’ eyes were trained solely on your skin now.

He discarded his empty beer bottle, the sound almost scaring you as the glass hit the ground, but your focus was set on him, his fingers, the way they were reaching for you now as everything else faded into background noise. The urge to flinch was barely suppresible as his fingertips touched your chin and ran along the length of your neck, delicately tracing the way the alcohol droplets had taken, until they reached the edge of your shirt, stopping just moments before they would hit the fabric. They left a line of goosebumps in their wake as your body was set aflame, your breathing growing heavier.

Quickly, he scooped up some of the liquid that had pooled there, wiping it off with his finger, before bringing it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick it away. You hated how audibly you reacted to him, a little whimper, saying so much more than any words ever could. For a moment, you wondered if he was going to put it in his mouth, give you even more of a visual than you were already getting treated to, but then he dipped it into the liquid again and held it out to you.

Your brain wasn’t quite catching up with you, leaving you in a stupor as you stared back and forth between Thomas’ finger, dripping with liquid, and his face, an anticipating look painted all over it, his own mouth slightly open, watching you just as intently. He tapped against your lower lip and as if on command, you opened up for him, letting his finger press down on your tongue, the taste of your drink mingling with his own.

The switch was tangible as you curled your tongue around his finger, closing your lips to swallow more of it into your mouth. If you hadn’t been sure if the attraction was one-sided before, you suddenly had the clearest indicator that it wasn’t. Thomas didn’t attempt to hide his moan. Fueled by a new kind of confidence, you grabbed onto his hand, leading another finger towards you, letting it join the first one. His movements were uncoordinated, restless, his hips rutting against nothing but clear air between you.

Thomas leaned over, his fingers still firmly planted in your mouth as you lost yourself in the taste and the feeling, pressing his lips against your cheek, carefully, then onto your chin with more force, travelling down and down your neck. You arched against him, gasped around his fingers, exposing more of your neck to him as you turned your head, his tongue licking a long stripe against your skin.

You didn’t know what would have happened, out there, squeezed together on the sun lounger, intertwined in ways you had never been before, but whatever you imagined didn’t matter because none of it happened right then and there. With a loud crash, the background noise came back to you twice as loud as it had been before, it tore you apart in shock.

“Where the fuck is Thomas?” a voice called from inside, then the sound of the door to the backyard being opened. Thomas moved away from you in an instant, jumping up from where you were laying. He spared you one more look, somewhere between surprised and disappointed, before running inside.

You stayed right where you were, trying to catch your breath and silently committing the view of the way his trousers had tightened to your mind forever.

***

“Please tell me that Thomas isn’t cooking,” you exclaimed as you stopped in front of his house with Vic. All you knew was that you’d been invited for an evening of food with the boys as she had picked you up at your place and led you through the streets of Rome.

“Oh god, no,” she replied quickly. “Damiano wants to cook, but his kitchen is being remodeled and Thomas’ is as good as new, ‘cause he never uses it.”

“Alright, I’ll close the food delivery app then.”

The chaos was already in full swing by the time you both arrived in his apartment. Damiano was screaming at Thomas to get the hell away from the stuff as the other desperately attempted to sneak a taste, spoon in hand and halfway to the pot of sauce simmering. The splatter of red against the kitchen tiles told you it wasn’t the first time this had happened. Ethan, meanwhile, was speeding around the table in the middle of the room, desperately trying to catch up with Thomas and keep him from causing more havoc.

In an instant, however, Thomas spotted you, almost climbing over a chair that had been pulled back to get to you. Effectively using you as a human shield, he hid behind your back, arm wrapped around your middle to keep you in place as he ducked his head down, trying to make up for the height difference.

“Don’t!” he shouted. “She’s innocent! Don’t let her get caught up in the war!”

“You’re the one who’s putting her in the middle of the battlefield,” Damiano replied dryly.

“Well, love is a battlefield too, isn’t it?” Thomas pulled you back further his other arm reaching around your shoulders now, hand flat against your chest, just underneath your neck. Your skin was tingling at the contact, you found yourself pressing backwards against him against better judgement.

“That makes no sense,” Vic judged, “but you do you, I’ll set the table for whenever you’re done with… that.” She gestured towards the two of you. You almost spoke up, almost tried to explain your way out of it or laugh it up but Thomas simply said “Got it” and walked the two of you backwards until you were out of sight. His hands on you the whole time.

“Hey you,” Thomas whispered in your ear, too close for comfort and not close enough at the same time, pressing a kiss against the side of your face as he held you.

“Hey,” you breathed back, entirely distracted by the way his fingers trailed upwards. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more.”

You gasped, audibly, as they slowly started caressing your neck, softly at first, then moving to wrap around it. Keeping you safe and secure, the only lifeline as you felt yourself falling apart. A little squeeze.

“You love my fingers everywhere, don’t you?”

You didn’t have it in you to disagree. The whimper gave you away as he grasped onto you a little tighter, leaving you breathless in more than one way.

“Maybe we should find out what they feel like in other places, too.”

The arm that was slung around your waist suddenly moved, grazing the fabric of your dress, almost, almost going between your legs, moving over your thigh, and then suddenly, all you felt was a freezing cold in the places he had touched you as he let go completely. He took a step back, but you didn’t manage to turn around, didn’t manage to move, check his face.

Instead, all that left your mouth in the most pathetically broken voice was, “I think dinner’s ready.”

***

The realisation, the lingering thoughts, the pining, the flirting. You didn’t expect the resolution to come in the middle of the night, but it did, in the form of a knock and whisper of It’s me through the door. He looked tired, sleepy even, and you were pretty sure he was wearing pyjama pants. Had he come here straight from home? Had he been in bed already? When he realised that whatever was on his mind was important enough to deal with right there and then?

You let him in without words, unsure of where to go or what to do, both of you left standing in the small hallway, looking at each other in the dark, trying to figure it all out through nothing but the way the other’s eyes glimmered.

“Can I?” Thomas asked. You didn’t know what he meant, didn’t know what he was referring to, what he wanted, but you nodded, always, anything. It didn’t matter. What had started with a friendship and had been interrupted by a sudden urge was evolving into something more, something more tangible, something everlasting with lightning speed. You allowed him to take the reigns.

He pushed you against the wall, gently enough not to hurt you, but his fingers were pressing into your hips in a way that had you feeling it in your bones. You melted under his touch and then, then his lips were on yours, finally, and it was perfect in a way that made you want to cry. You clawed at his back as you pulled him closer. You had been wanting this for so long, possibly so much longer than you had been actively aware of, that this felt like a release.

You couldn’t tell how you made it into the bedroom at all, your thoughts deeply clouded with nothing but Thomas, Thomas, Thomas but then you were on your back, sinking into the mattress, and your top was being pulled off and you couldn’t get your fingers to stop shaking enough to get him out of his own clothes as well. He didn’t seem to mind as he tenderly removed every piece of fabric covering your body, fingers and lips exploring what he exposed.

As he leaned back, throwing his shirt somewhere into the depths of your room, he stopped in his tracks, studying your body, the way your chest heaved with every shaky breath, how your hands were already reaching for him again, craving the closeness. He looked utterly breathtaking, pale, soft skin, every hair on his chest leading you down, down, down, your hands in his hair, nothing but an insatiable need in his eyes.

Carefully, his fingers traced invisible lines on you, your cheek, over your mouth, not allowing you to open up enough to get a taste of him, your chin, your neck, a hint of the grasp he’d had on your earlier, down to your breasts, feather-light touches on your nipples, down your stomach.

“Where do you want them?”

Your eyes darted between his fingers and his face and you knew that he knew. Had figured out your obsession, your constant thoughts, your innate need.

Your reply came in the form of your legs falling further apart, thighs spreading, inviting him between them. Thomas gave you the faintest smirk, already preoccupied with fulfilling your wish as utter concentration filled his face. You weren’t sure if it were down to him being insecure, unsure whether he could satisfy you appropriately - because as soon as he touched you, right there, you were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to keep any noises to yourself, all silent fantasies finally answered as he traced along your wetness and finally, finally pushed a finger into you.

Your hands fell from his body momentarily, letting yourself fall into the sensation that surpassed every single night you’d laid in bed and imagined this very moment, had tried to recreate it with your own fingers, unsuccessfully, as you now found. Nothing could come close to the real thing.

Leaning back down towards you, the angle of his wrist changed ever so slightly, making his finger slide inside of you even more perfectly. You desperately clawed at his back, silently begging for more, only to feel all air leave your lungs as he let another finger join at the same time as he put his lips against your neck. He immediately stilled, seemingly alarmed by your lack of vocalisation, but all you could do was whisper pleas into his ear and pull him back into you.

Your hands wandered lower, clumsily, and distracted with every single one of his movements, until they found his trousers, trying to push them down but failing miserably. Thomas let go of you, carefully pulling his fingers out, leaving you to cry out at the loss, already missing his warmth, the stretch. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, barely giving you a moment to take in the view, to realise you finally had him all to yourself, naked and perfect, before he was back on the bed with you.

You moved to push him down, reaching for his hard cock, but he pressed you back into the mattress, gentle fingers ready to leave bruises.

“I just want to be in you,” he breathed. All you could do was kiss him, again and again, and tell him to do it. With a quick grab, you managed to get a condom out of the nightstand, handing it to him with shaky hands that had nothing to do with nervousness. He took it from you, letting you watch as he put it on.

Thomas’ whimpers composed symphonies in your ear, his dick gottenyour thighs, his hand holding onto it, pushing inside of you. If his fingers had had you close to seeing heaven, you were sure you were transcending into paradise now. Wrapping your arms and your legs around him, you pulled him closer, closer, almost making it too difficult for him to actually move, but your brain was focused on nothing but Thomas and the way his skin felt against you, the way his breath was hitting the shell of your ear in harsh bursts, the way he felt inside of you.

You were unravelling embarrassingly quickly as he picked up his speed, fucking you fast and hard, but you had no time feeling unconscious about anything, not with Thomas making you feel like this, moaning into your ear, getting closer himself. You just about managed to squeeze a hand between the two of you, touching yourself through the impossibly close contact, and within moments, you were barrelling towards your release.

When you came undone, it was like a flood you hadn’t known to be held back inside of you finally breaking out, the sensation travelling through your body, letting you feel it deep in every single bone of your body from your toes to your skull, vibrating with the intensity of it, unsure where you ended and Thomas began as he, too, came, harshly grabbing onto your flesh.

You felt yourself stuck in a trance, barely registering when Thomas pulled out, laid down next to you on the bed, held you close. Your breathing seemed to take forever to calm down, as did the beating of your heart, but when both finally did and the world shifted into focus again, it seemed clearer and sharper than ever before.

He gently ran his hand down your face and turned it towards himself, you were more than happy to oblige, putting your lips on his. You couldn’t get enough of him. You weren’t sure if you ever would.

“When did you know?” he asked, quietly.

“Know what?”

“That you wanted me back.”

“Wait-” You sat up a little, propping yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him, but he simply pulled you back into him and pressed another kiss to your mouth. “Wait, want you back?” You studied his face but you found no lie in it. “I had no idea you liked me.”

“I’m in love with you,” he smiled

You couldn’t quite say it back, not yet. As intense and deep as your feelings ran, for you, this was new and delicate and on the edge of scary. He didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to catch on.” His lips so soft against yours. You suddenly couldn’t recall how you had ever not been falling in love with him, had ever thought anyone else could have been that one person for him but you. Now you couldn’t ever imagine not knowing. “I’ll make up for it, forever, if you let me.”

His hand on the back of your head was holding onto you securely and where the sensation of his fingers had only brought lust and need before you could now feel it intertwine itself with something that was so much more.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

***

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

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Trick or Treat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We're ready to go then."

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

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

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

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

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

"Marry Ethan."

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

"Kill," you swallow, "Damiano."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That wasn't the reason, Thom."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ethan's smirk gets even wider.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Trick or Treat?" Ethan asks.

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

"A surprise."

"And the trick?" you ask.

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

"Trick!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks at you again: "Can I?"

"What?" You only have a vague idea.

"Get in you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You better not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

Thomas sighs, and Ethan sighs as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They are dirty," he blushes.

"We can wash them," you offer.

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

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

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

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

Love. That was the reason.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay in here?"

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

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

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

The sponge hits Ethan' face - Thomas giggles.

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

"Sorry that these are still grey."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Taglist: @writingmaneskin, @oro-e-diamanti, @iamtashaquinn, @teenyweenynightghost, @findaqueenwithoutaking, @foreveryking-thatdied, @findoutwhoyougonnacall, @maneskinbrainrot, @little-moonbeam-666, @ethaneskin, @maneskin-dimensione, @l0standn0tf0und, @butkutee, @gr8rainbowpunk, @maneslut, @maneskintifoso, @weareoddlydrawn, @hiraetheral, @imjustanerdwholikestoread, @cuzimitaliano, @hopelessromantic727, @dating-villain, @maneskinsimp, @lauraosheaoh, @till-you-scream-and-cry, @wonderlandishell, @h1ppieth1ngs, @paralianeyes, @roisinmillar, @livvyysstuff, @que--sera--sera

[mywritingonlyfans]

okay so what do you think are each måneskin member’s fav sex positions? 🎤

i'm quiet sorry but i get a little too excited 🥴

to ethan:

he would deffo be obsessed with being able to look at you. every position that favored this for him would be something he would approve of. but also, he'd be deffo obsessed with making this intense and however long lasting and he would like to feel deep into you. so like, maybe missionary, a pillow under you and him holding your waist or kneading your breasts or just with his hand around your neck as he bumps his hips into yours causing your head to be thrown back in a quiet moan would be deffo a thing. imagine his face, lips between his teeth, frowning eyebrows and hair falling over to your face. also, since he would love to see your face in the process of it, because like, extra exciting and cock harding, taking you from behind in front of the mirror would be something to talk about too, him holding your body like a piece of paper, gluing your back to his chest, being able to kiss your neck, maybe hold your hands back with his as he goes deep into you shaking in his arms and meanwhile he can admire every one of your expressions and drool dripping from your open lips in the process while the only thing you can see are bright starts. he'd love that as much as you.

to thomas:

lazy and sub? he may not always be, but his favorite positions hark back to that. like, sitting on the bed with a comfy pillow on his back, already feeling uneasy with how his cock is throbbing around nothing and having you smiling cheekily holding his shoulders, pulling his hair back so he could open his mouth and then you can kiss him, making sure to leave a trace of your saliva on the corner of his lips for him to suck before sinking your hips into his in a pleasurable moan as you squirm in his lap to adjust to his size until you take his hand and rest his soft palm to your stomach so he can feel how good he was filling you would drive babyboy insane--or just lost in a deep bliss all speechless as you ask how he feels and get only groans and crying pleas in response! also, to be on top, on a balcony lit by a starry sky, while you're both tired, and to sit on him while he time to time holds your waist to fuck you from underneath a little before he can light a cigarette and can just watch you, with your lips stuffed and sweaty body all over him providing him pleasure, maybe even putting his cigarette between your lips for a taste would be deffo a thing!!!

to dami:

paimiano!!! (from pain)... huh, he has his romantic side, so, just get on top of you, maybe some candle lights and roses on the bed, (he'd deffo do that sometimes) holding your face, forehead to forehead, kissing each other softly or even just holding each other tight all tangled while he whispers sweet nothing would be deffo a thing-- imagine having this every morning!!! but also, he'd be extra, he'd like to leave you marked by him, and overstimulate you to the point that you're crying, weirdly, or not weirdly at all, he'd be into taking you when you're all four or maybe just doggy style, getting to eat you out like that, sucking on your thighs and sucking you good until you're dripping on his mouth, digging his nails into your thighs and ass so he could run his fingers through the marks before he fell asleep, biting and sucking your neck and waist in the process, pulling your hair hard so that your back is on his chest, mark your breasts with his hands and whisper not so sweet nothing in your ear until he can fell you completely filled with his warm cum and have you wet the sheets at least 2 times... and also violently pushing your lowerback down while shoving deeply into you or pushing your face against the pillow... deffo a thing too, he'd love to make you loud for him and hear you whimper because of his actions! and then holding your tired and weak self to himself after making you feel good.

to victoria:

scissoring!!! pls, she'd love watching you fidgeting under her, she'd lay you down on the bed, hold your leg, stroking your thigh, just grabbing and spreading your leg so she could make room into you, she'd rock herself in your sauce pussy, making the room fill with both sighs and cozy wet noises, she would love to be on top of you, watching your uneven breathing as you hold and play with your breasts after she has asked you to do so, your face and body sweaty and hair already stuck to your forehead as you fail to make your hips meet hers, and sure she would stay still on top of you for awhile just to analyze how desperate for her you were and she would compliment how needy you were for her touch, and she'd make sure her necklaces hit your face at least once... and making you ride her strap would be deffo a thing!!! she'd just sit and make you dive on it, always guiding you through it, holding your waist while admiring your eyes closing on a moan, sucking your nipples and marking them in hickeys, working on your clit while you take the strap just so right and good on your pussy for her and even getting a taste of yourself in her pink object right after, licking it all over, only to see you with your lips between your teeth not knowing where to look while she's sighing at your juices or make you taste your own cum before she can kiss you and then get it from your tongue.

[thepersonnamedsam]

Damiano David x reader

Hi, this is my first post ever on Tumblr and my first ever x reader story, I hope it’s acceptable. have fun reading it and I would love to see any feedback :)

masterlist / taglist

Damiano and you met at the ESC, you were competing for your country, but it wasn’t looking very well because Italy seemed to be the favourite of Europe. You had to agree with them, Måneskin is a very good band and you really liked their music. 

You really wanted to win, your hopes were up when you got in to the grand finale, that’s where you met him, Damiano David. He was standing there beautiful as ever, in his costume with his chest tattoos on full view. You couldn’t help but stare at the whole band, because they are all very beautiful, but Damiano stuck out to you. You were watching his every move. Unknowingly to you, he was also watching your every move. He has noticed you the first time you were on stage at the rehearsals. Your singing and stage performance made him awe. At that moment he realized he wanted to get to know you, so he was very happy that you made it to the grand finale. He even voted for you, 20 times. In his head you were already his and he was yours. That’s why he couldn’t believe when he noticed you looking at him. For a moment he was starstruck but he shook it off fast. He had to impress you, so you would come talk to him. Normally he would just go to any person he had an interest to, but he wanted you to talk to him. You seemed so shy in his eyes, he wanted to see if you would have the courage to talk to him. But you definitely had not had the courage to even look more than a second at him, you just stole glances at him.

Cyprus had the start, you were number 26, so you were last. Italy was number 24, you were glad that Måneskin was before you, so you could see Damiano on stage and see how cool and calm he is, you thought it would maybe help you with your slight stage fright, but in fact it did not, it only worsened it, because you wanted to impress him with your performance, even though you already did. The longer the evening got, the more nervous you were getting. It was like you would explode every time a minute has passed and your performance neared. Damiano noticed from the table near you how nervous you were. He couldn’t hold himself back, he needed to talk to you. He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to leave the green room but he couldn’t keep looking at your nervous state and do nothing about it. So, he excused himself to the bathroom but stopped at your table. “Ciao bella”, he said. You were surprised when you heard his deep raspy voice. “Hi?” It sounded more like a question than a greeting. “May I?” His accent deep and strong, you couldn’t believe that this was really happening. His outstretched arm was pointing to the empty seat beside you. “I guess?” – “I’m Damiano, I saw you getting more and more nervous and I couldn’t hold still anymore, I had to see if you were okay.” His calming voice spoke to you. “I guess, I am just really nervous, I don’t think the jury really likes me”, you confessed. “Mi amore, your song is fantastic, I think you will win”, he reassured you. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He thinks you could win? “You really think so? I mean your song is absolutely fantastic, you will for sure win!” He smirked, he knew he had good chances of winning, but if it meant to lose to see you the happiest, he has seen you so far, he would definitely do that. If you were happy, he was happy.

“Grazie mi amore, but I would love for you, and for your country as well, to win. You’ll do great, I know, but I really need to go now or else they will bann me from my own green room. Arrivederci bella.” He winked and you melted. You could’ve died right then and there, he was so handsome. 

The time has come where Italy was on stage, you stood up and danced with them, and you could’ve sworn you saw Damiano laugh on stage and send a wink to you. Only two acts before you needed to go on stage. Your pulse was at 120 bpm and you smoothed your costume about 12 times per minute. You couldn’t handle the waiting time anymore. Soon a tech guy told you it was your time to go backstage. You walked by Damianos table and he showed you his crossed fingers. He mouthed good luck und you thanked him with your eyes. 

Your performance never went so smooth before and you were beyond happy that all went good. You hopped off of the stage with a big smile and Damiano couldn’t be happier seeing you like this. But then came the long wait for the jury and the public votes. And as you predicted, the jury didn’t really like your song, you had more points than you thought but you wished for even more. At the moment Italy had some really great chances of winning, if the public votes were high for them but you didn’t doubt that, because look at the, they are all gods and goddesses. And then the public votes came. Your heart was beating so fast. You were holding hands with your dancers and everyone was sweating blood. Your country’s name was named and you held your breath. “The public has given you 298 points! That makes (your country) current leader of the ESC!” Your eyes went wide and you nearly screamed. Damiano looked at you you and mouthed: “Told you so.” Then it was Italys turn: “Italy, the public has given you 318 votes! Italy now leads!” It was clear that Italy will win. You were sad for a moment because you were so near to winning but you were, of course, happy for Måneskin, they deserved it. Their performance was so good, it couldn’t been topped. You were happy seeing them on stage one more time. 

After their winning performance, Damiano walked off the stage and headed right towards you. He looked you deep in your eyes and said: “I really want to kiss you now, mi amore.” - “Then kiss me.” 

to be continued

[gr8rainbowpunk]

Five inches apart cause you are gay

Paring: Victoria De Angelis x Fem reader

Warnings: there’s a dirty joke and there’s drinking and cursing but it’s pretty much pure fluff.

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“Shit I didn’t know how exhausting performing is” You said as you were walking into the hotel suite you shared with the rest of your band.

They had been touring for a few years before you joined them. Damiano had decided that he wanted an additional singer so he could do some songs with a feminine voice. Victoria found you and from then on they treated you as if you had been with them forever.

But this was your first concert performance, and wether, all performances were exhausting or it was a combination of the summer heat and you being out of shape, you were tired and sore.

You had the bright idea to take a hot bath to try and combat the sore muscles. But by the time you started to mention it Ethan had already started running one for himself.

“Well there is a hot tub on the balcony..” Vic suggested

“Yeah .. but I didn’t bring a swimsuit”

“Who says you need one, we’re on the top floor of the tallest building around. No one is going to see.”

“Why not, honestly I’ve known y’all for a few months but we’ve seen each other nude more times than I’ve seen anyone else naked”

Vic offered to go grab towels for both of you from the bathroom occupied by Ethan.

She returned with a towel wrapped around herself and one for you.

You jokingly asked if Ethan was mad at Vic for grabbing towels.

“Nah I don’t even think he noticed me, he was somewhat distracted enjoying himself”

You chuckled knowing exactly what that meant and knowing that it perfectly fit Ethan’s personality.

You headed outside after you disrobed and wrapped your towel around you.

You got in the hot tub and waited for vic to join you, she came outside with a speaker and a bottle of wine with glasses for both of you. She set everything down on the table beside the hot tub and dropped her towel.

You don’t know why you had expected Victoria to be wearing anything. The woman desperately despised clothing and wore as little as she could at any given moment.

You’d seen her naked body endless times before, but there was something about this time. The moonlight accentuating her curves. The peace of the night made you feel as if you and she were the only ones on earth.

Victoria turned on some music and poured two glasses of rosé for you and her. You didn’t know if she knew how drawn you were to her in this moment and you couldn’t decide if you wanted her to.

She hopped in the tub and settled beside you.

“The sky is beautiful isn’t it?” She said

“It’s so clear and peaceful, this is so nice”

“ I love staring at the stars, no matter how far apart they are in reality, they look as close as we are right now” she said as she rested her head on your shoulder.

You were so close together, you could smell the perfume she put on half way through the day so she wouldn’t smell like grass from the festival.

You ran your fingers through her hair, stopping to separate any knots from all of the head banging she had done during the show.

Your looked down at her face lying on your shoulder and she looked up at you.

There was something that just told you she felt the same way about you as you did her.

But before you could dare to make the first move.

She moved slightly, and touched her lips to yours.

You parted your lips and deepened the kiss.

She moved herself so she was sitting straddling your thighs. You put your arms around her back.

Your hands roamed each other and you kissed each other until you lost track of time.

Before you knew it the suns first rays were hitting you….

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Taglist: @Wow-ihateithere

[ethanesimp]

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* MY MÅNESKIN  MASTERLIST ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* 

☾ BLURBS, DRABBLES & HEADCANNONS

☾ SERIES

Key:

Angst: 🥀

Fluff: 🌺

Smut: 🌹

Requested:  🌷

DISCLAIMER: All these works are purely fictional. I (obviously) know none of these people personally so they are not written with the intention of representing the personalities, ideals, and/or private lives of the Måneskin members. They are just face claims.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* DAMIANO DAVID ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

More Than Just A Game (1.8 k) ⋆ Friends With Benefits  🥀 🌺

Summary: What had started between you and Damiano with a simple game quickly turned into something more. The moment the line between pleasure and love becomes blurry you realize it needs to stop before one of you gets hurt.

gold rush (0.8 k) ⋆ Famous Fem! Reader  🌺  🌷

Summary: Damiano has a small obsession with you.

Sweetheart  (1.1 k) ⋆ INTERACTIVE  🌺 🌹

Summary: What started as an afternoot out shopping turns chaotic after it starts raining.  

I Tuoi Particolari  (2.6 k)  🥀 🌺

Summary: It’s been two years since Damiano lost you.

When You’re Gone (9.8 k) ⋆ Mob Boss! x Mob GN! Reader   🥀 🌺

Summary: Soulmates are already a difficult concept to grasp and things don’t seem to get any easier when you like a person who already has a soulmate.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* ETHAN TORCHIO⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

To Love You  (1.8 k)  🌺

 Summary: After you have a horrible day, Ethan insists on taking care of you in hopes of making you feel better.

What Happens Backstage (1.7 k) ⋆ Dom! x Sub Fem! Reader  🌹 🌷

Summary:  Ethan gives you a treat before a performance.

Amami per Sempre  (2.8 k)  🥀 🌺 🌷

Summary: Ethan isn’t the brightest—or the best—when it comes to surprises, so his attempt at proposing to you causes a few misunderstandings...

Don’t Burn The Pancakes (3.1 k) ⋆ GN! Reader  🌺

Summary: Your daughter’s idea of cooking breakfast for you doesn’t go as well as she’d hoped for.  

Nothing Stays The Same (1.0 k) ⋆ GN! Reader  🥀

Summary: Not even love can resist the test of time.

You’re All I Think About (2.7 k) ⋆ GN! Reader  🥀 🌺

Summary: Two best friends and a confession that has been weighing down on both. Who’ll say the truth first?

En Esta Vida Y Las Que Siguen (2.5 k) ⋆ Vampire x GN! Reader  🥀 🌺

Summary: He had heard about reincarnation many times, but Ethan had never been a believer. Little did he know all it would take for his thoughts to change would be a cute librarian and an accident.

Dolcezza (1.2 k)  ⋆   Nurse! Reader 🥀 🌺 🌷

Summary: Ethan prepares tea and takes care of you.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* VICTORIA DE ANGELIS⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

Let Me Go (3.1 k) ⋆ Servant! x Royal GN! Reader   🥀 🌺 🌷

Summary: You're cornered into making a decision that won't only break your heart but Vic's too.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* THOMAS RAGGI⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*

Confessions and Cigarettes  (0.7 k) ⋆ GN! Reader 🌺 🌷

Summary: Thomas tells you he loves you for the first time.

Promises  (1.2 k) ⋆ Best Friend Fem! Reader  🌺

Summary:  Thomas lulls your daughter to sleep after he wakes up to the sound of her crying  

Oh My Love  (1.9 k) ⋆ Thomas Raggi x Fem! Reader  🌹 🌺

Summary: This is just smut with like two paragraphs of plot idk what to tell you.

[its-afucking-mess]

sofi's masterpost :)

CURRENTLY ON HIATUS FOR AN UNDETTERMINED AMOUNT OF TIME!!!!

Most (if not all) are works of fiction, or fictional characterisations of the band. Don't forget, they're real people

Damiano David works:

Unorthodox (Ongoing series)

Being in an orthodox christian family in Italy sure sucks, and it sucks more when you're forced to attend christian camp. With all your friends having left it, it really seemed that that one month would be the worst one of your life. Until, that is, a certain brunet from the catholic camp next door asks you for a cigarette.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 /

Knots with Promises (Smut)

This month has been the worst one of your life. Work was becoming more insufferable, your sister keeps running up your bank account, and your landlord threatens to kick you out. Damiano wants to help, but not just with paying the rent.

Teacher's Assistance

There is such tension between the two teacher's assistants, and when the students make Damiano promise a date to Y/n, there is no way she can decline

A Drought of Action in the mind ( TW, Angst )

Her words hit a soft spot, and Damiano wondered why it had hurt so bad.

Ethan Torchio works:

Malewife Ethan <3

Maybe your fiancé, Ethan, under all the rock and expensive leather clothes is just the family's housewife

Champagne after Sex (Smut)

The recent music festivals really kept you and Ethan from seeing each other. And Ethan might as well explode if he doesnt spend any alone time with you

Birthday Boy (Smut)

Who doesn't like gifts? Ethan sure does, espcially when being on your knees is involved.

What happens after (Smut)

You and Ethan work at a strip club, and after you leave for the night it seems theres an overwhelming need to blow off some steam

Flooded ( TW, Angst )

There's bound to be flaw in recovery.

Thomas Raggi works:

His biggest fan (Ongoing series)

A short story about Thomas and you, his classmate, falling for each other, with Thomas balancing high school and his musical career

part 1 /

Backstage shanenigens (Smut)

Thomas might be a rock star, but he is quite the mess. Not knowing where he let his guitar minutes before a performance leads to some 'trouble' backstage

A pleasant surprise at home (Smut)

Being a person who gets cold easily, you have many oversized hoodies in your closet. And your boyfriend, Thomas, loves to wear them. One day that your errands kept you busy for longer than expected, Thomas seems too distracted when you walk in the room

Harm (Angst)

Anxiety is hard to battle, and Thomas always made it easy. But Thomas isn't always there.

Stormy Days

The storm seems like a perfect chance to do your boyfriends makeup

Victoria De Angelis works:

Overseas

You and Victoria's relationship has been long distance ever since you confessed. The quarantine really kept the distance long and painful, so quite the rash decision brings you two a lot closer.

Ask-list

Short drabbles/prompts can be found under the tag #a mess of prompts (will be in the tags of this post)

[teenyweenynightghost]

can we get some angsty/fluffy hcs or a blurb of the boys calming vic down during a panic attack??? i love your writing sm :’))

A/n: So last night in my midnight depression hours I devised an exact plan about what would happen and yeah I’m proud of it😎 Anyway love you babe

Warnings: Panic Attacks, these are headcanons, so they are obviously not true- just fiction

Ethan

I imagine Ethan to be the type of person who relies on physical contact in situations like that

Imagine Vic would get stressed out last minute before a performance because of technical issues. A few petty remarks and groans later, she found herself hidden in the corner of their dressing room, head between her hands as she tried to breathe

Ethan would have heard from other people that she was having a panic attack, so he would go to comfort her

Knocking softly on the door, he would wait for a few seconds before walking in and closing the door softly behind him

Everything about him would radiate calmness, like a soothing presence that Vic could cling too

Each of his movements would be calculate and thought out, moving slowly as to not startle her more

He would sit down next to her, not yet touching and start beating a simple rhythm on the ground

After a few minutes, he would wrap his arms around Vic, pulling her in and start repeating those rhythms everywhere on her body; her arms, torso, neck, back, thigh

She would slowly start paying attention to the beat and focus more and more on it until she felt grounded again

Ethan would know she was fine when she would start beating the rhythm back

I think this would be a common occurrence for them- ever since they had started Vic and Ethan had developed a deep bond, relying on touch to express their emotions, and its why they would always do the drumming thing

Thomas

Y’all have seen the arms

Y’all have seen the legs

And we, as a group, concluded that Mr Raggi is a cuddle bunny (I damn hope)

Which is whhyyy, I think he would go in for the Thomas Raggi Hug-fest tm

Vic’s panic attacks wouldn’t always happen in public or before a show, maybe they also appeared at home

He would find her sitting in a fetal position on the couch, her breath ragged as sobs escaped her throat and his heart would instantly break for her, knowing how much all of this exhausted her

Thomas would go up to her, lay his hand on her back and let her feel his warmth for a bit, getting used to being touched, before scooping her up and carrying her outside by the pool

He would lay down on a beach chair, holding Vic close against him as he would rub reassuring circles on her back

I imagine this would be like an energy transfer- Thomas’s blissful and content energy would pass through Vic’s barriers and warm up her body, turning the shivers into waves of calmness

His warm body would have a similar effect- Vic could calm down knowing that she was eternally safe in his arms, surrounded by her best friend

Damiano

Damiano has a charming and suave facade but inside he’s as empathetic as a person can be

He cares for his friends as family more than he can put into words, music or his actions

Whenever he sees Vic having a panic attack, his heart would shrink inside of him and split him into two

He could feel her uneven breath on his skin, even from meters away, and would shiver at every sob she let out

Before he would even reach her he would start crying just as hard as she was

He would wrap his arms around her hips, resting his head on her lower belly and wet her shirt with his tears, as he clung to her as much as she did to him

They would both calm down at the same time, remaining cuddled up against each other, not a single word spoken

Damiano had felt it all- felt how fragile she was feeling, how she felt her control grip out of her hands as she desperately held onto the few breaths that she had

It never got easier- for Vic, maybe. But not Damiano- he always felt as destroyed and exhausted as she used to in the begining

Once she started drifting to sleep, he would start singing softly

Voice still raspy, eyes puffy, he would just let out whatever words his soul would come up with, praying it would be the last time he would hold her in those circumstances

[oro-e-diamanti]

Can i please request thomas + no. 17, maybe with a little bit of angst, fluff and smut?

"We passed 'just friends' about 20 fucks ago."

Thomas + angst/fluff/smut

“And for your girlfriend?”

You look up in surprise at the bartender’s question. It’s not directed at you – rather at Thomas, already nursing his own drink, arm slung around you as he’s standing next to you. He seems surprised, the alcohol already having an effect on him as he turns to you and raises his eyebrows with a smirk. You quickly put an end to it.

“Not his girlfriend. Just friends.”

“Cucciola, we passed ‘just friends’ about 20 fucks ago.”

You don’t have a drink to choke on but you’re sure you would do a spit take if there had been any liquid left in your mouth. Your head whips around towards Thomas at lightning speed. It takes a moment to digest that he actually said this out loud. For everyone to hear. Okay, potentailly only the bartender, who is now trying to hide his grin, but his boldness still takes you by surprise. Without any further explanation, you steal Thomas’ drink, downing what was left, before taking his hand and dragging him away.

The toilets are small, unisex, and far from glamarous, but they’ll do, you think, as you push him into a stall, following him in and locking the door behind you. It’s quiet. The music of the bar is muffled by the walls. No one else is in the room, not many people have ventured out on a Wednesday night. So all you hear is your beating heart and Thomas’ giggles.

“What the fuck was that about?” you ask, pushing him into the wall behind him to make room for your anger, but he’s not impressed.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” His smirk slowly drops from his face. “Not sure what you think we’re doing, but this sure as hell isn’t friends.”

You’re not sure what to say. And if you’re honest, that’s not something that happens a lot.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that.” He’s patting the pockets of his jeans. You know he’s looking for his cigarettes but you’re also aware that Ethan stole them back earlier this evening. “It’s what you do, isn’t it? Get too close, get a few fucks in, then leave them. Hardly makes us ‘just friends’, does it?”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Thomas this cynical. His words sting, too. You can’t even argue back. It’s not like he’s wrong. You’ve done this before, more than once, a string of casual aquiantances giving you what you needed until they didn’t anymore and you moved on.

But they have never been your friends before.

You haven’t put much thought into it before. Having known Thomas for years, the transition into something more had been seamless once he broke up with his girlfriend and complained about a lack of physical intimacy weeks later. It’s not like the other times. It’s not even close. There was no talk to find your boundaries, to ensure you’re on the same page, to agree on the terms. It simply keeps happening. You don’t know which part you regret most right now.

“You’re different,” you finally say, but he scoffs.

“Is that the line you feed all of them?”

You wince at the harshness in his voice. Taking a careful step forward, you almost press your body against his in the small cabin. You don’t know how to make him believe but you can’t bear the distance.

“I’ve never said that to anyone.” Your voice almost breaks and you want to scold yourself for it. “I’m not using you, Thomas. You’re not just one of many. I…”

The words almost slip out of your mouth, words you’ve never said to him before, words you weren’t aware you have been thinking about, but all of a sudden you just know. His eyes meet yours. It feels like he’s seeing you for the first time. His gaze has softens, the scowl on his face gone, and his composure is wavering.

“Me too,” he finally says and then, out of nowhere but at the same time perfectly premeditated, your mouths crash into each other. His arms wrap around you instantly, a possessive gesture that feels both loving and fueled by frantic need. You return the sentiment easily, hands in his hair, somehow both pushing his head further toward you and pulling at the blond strands.

His lips are on your throat, the place where your neck meets your shoulder, the cleavage on show in your lowcut top and he must be crouching uncomfortably, but you mind is full of nothing but Thomas, Thomas, Thomas and you can’t get enough. You drag his head back up by his hair and a moment passes where you simply stare at each other, heavy breathing rattling both of your chests, eyes dark with lust, hair messed up, and you think he’s beautiful.

You think you should take your time. You should be doing this any place but a random toilet in some bar you’ve never been to and will never go to again. You should make sure he knows this means something. But somehow, still, both of you think you’re exactly where you need to be, right here and now, with each other. Everything else will still be there later. But you need him now, and you can tell he’s thinking the same.

Your hands start tearing at his belt at the same time as his are moving under your dress. His fingertips are hot against your flesh. The belt buckle finally gives way. You don’t hesitate in pulling his jeans and his boxers down in one. It only takes one touch to his already hardening cock to completely distract him from his own movements. He gasps loudly when you finally touch him, head thrown back until it audibly hits the wall behind him. You grasp onto his flesh, bringing his face towards you again with your other hand to kiss him breathlessly. It gives him enough room to start fumbling with your underwear again, pulling at it until it hits the floor at your feet.

You briefly think about having to walk home without your panties because there’s no way you’re putting them on again after they’ve hit the floor of a public bathroom. But then his fingers are on you, tracing your clit, feeling your wetness, moving into you, and you don’t care all that much anymore.

“Thomas, I… please.”

He knows. Removing his fingers, he pushes you backwards, gently, until you hit the opposite wall. He grabs onto one of your thighs, holding it up, inviting you to wrap your leg around him, opening you up. When he enters you, you keep the eye contact and you don’t think that’s something you’ve ever done before.

A silent fuck leaves him and you smile. You know exactly what he’s feeling. You’re doing too. It’s different, this time. If someone asked about it, you might have said it’s the first time it feels like it’s more than fucking. It’s closer to making love. In a public toilet, drunk, at constant risk of being caught, but somehow, it’s love all the same.

He’s moving differently, too. He knows what to do, how to touch you to coax the sweetest moans from you, but he’s not doing it just to get off now. He’s treasuring the moment, keeping his eyes on you, keeping his mouth on yours as much as he can. It’s closer. It’s better. It’s so much better.

Thomas is still looking at you when you come and you try your hardest to keep your eyes open as you ride through the waves he’s providing you with, needing to share this moment with him so badly. You clench around him, pulling him that little bit closer, pulling at his hair that little bit harder, and he’s coming undone too, eyes on your until he fully succumbs to the pleasure and lets his head drop onto yours.

You stay like that for a while, panting against each other, his head leaning on yours, your arms and leg around him, still joined, still intimate. Neither wants to break the moment. It’s the sound of a door opening that drags you back to reality. You finally move away from each other. You listen closely as the person moves around the room, uses the toilet, the running water of the sink, leaves again, while Thomas puts his clothes back into place. The panties on the floor are swiftly discarded into a bin.

Neither of you speaks, but you’re relieved to see your smile mirrored on his face. When he takes your hand, you let him. You ignore the shouts from the rest of the band as he pulls you back to the bar, already knowing they’ll be making comments about what you’ve been up to, whooping and laughing. The bartender raises and eyebrow but breaks up into a grin as Thomas speaks and you can’t help but do the same.

“Some red wine for my girl, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let the devil be my witness - Part 2

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• 𝓜𝓪̊𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 (𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽) •

Heeey, I hope I can provide you a great time!!! Anyway, it is important to note that the vast majority of my content are smuts, so please be aware of it! Also that English isn't my native language, and although I'm trying my best on here, you're likely to find some grammatical errors or mispelled words on my writing, so please be kind about it!!!

Here's my ask box in case you want to have a manesinful convo or just share a thought (since I always up to that!)

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓓𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓭

-> In which, Damiano teaches you how to touch yourself in front of a mirror.

-> In which, a needy/emotional reader is being fingered by Damiano.

-> In which, Damiano doesn't feel the same way about you.

-> In which, Damiano makes good use of your mouth after one of his performance.

-> In which, you have day with Damiano + Damiano getting you a puppy so you don't feel alone when he's on tour.

-> In which, Damiano used to date your sister, but now that she's dead you're the only thing that can keep her alive for him, making him not worried that he might forget her face. (Cornerstone, Arctic Monkeys)

-> In which, Damiano comforts you after you discover you’re infertile when you trying for a baby.

𝓔𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓸

-> In which, Ethan keeps you from falling to the ground of a crowded subway, ending up in a good convo.

-> In which, Ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him.

-> In which, Ethan's helping his kid to bake a pizza for you + the ask I got about Ethan making his kid repeat affirmative words to herself in front of a mirror.

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓼

-> In which, Victoria takes good care of you in the morning.

-> In which, the reader is Victoria’s partner and starts to develop a certain ‘obsession’ over Damiano, until she decides to fix it for you. A 3some fic.

-> In which, good girl!reader has a massive obsession on a not-so-good girl from her church.

𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓡𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲

-> In which, Thomas has a crush on you, and even without you knowing it, you also feel the same.

-> In which, Dad!Thomas is late for Christmas and almost can’t celebrate it with his little girl on time. Bonus. He teaching his tiny girl how to play the guitar and you missing him a lot.

-> In which, you're a young medical student and, after Thomas tries to jump into the audience at a gig, you meet him in the emergency room.

-> In which, Thomas makes you squirt for the first time just by using his fingers.

-> In which, you try a plug tail for the first time. Soft!Dom!Thomas.

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Here’s a link to all the tiny blurbs.

[charlie-rulerofhell]

For they know exactly what they do

Today there was a pretty long article published in the German newspaper FAZ, written by Julia Schaaf. Since there were quite a few interesting topics raised in it and Måneskin talked about some new aspects (or in more detail), I translated the whole thing (it might also have helped me to procrastinate).

Full interview in English under the cut.

For they know exactly what they do

June 22, 2021

Four young rock musicians from Rome are today's hottest band. Måneskin are enchanting Europe. Why? We met them for an interview.

Every romance needs its founding myth, an anecdote from the beginning, something you can tell later in more difficult times for self-assurance.

In the case of the band Måneskin, who first had Italy and now half of Europe wrapped around their fingers, and who are now trying to conquer the rest of the world with their rock music, there is the story of the shoe box. Rome, around five years ago: Four teenagers who are meeting every day after school in their rehearsal room to make music together, and sometimes they play their songs on the Via del Corso in the city centre in front of a changing audience. One day they want to record their own stuff. They find a studio that they can actually afford and as they go there they bring a shoe box, with the name of the band written on it, 'moonshine' in Danish, the bassist's mother is Danish. In the box: around seven kilogram of coins. The things you get from playing music on the streets. Everyone searching through Instagram for photos from that time can find four hippies with children's faces, three boys in batik, the girl is wearing a straw hat.

As they have to pay [for the recording], frontman Damiano David, 22, says that there was this guy, Angelo, and his bandmate Victoria De Angelis, 21, is interrupting: “No, Andrea, not Angelo”, and all of them have to laugh because a rigid studio manager with the Italian name 'angel' would be even funnier for a founding myth. David continues his story: “The guy was completely dumbfounded. 'We can't do that.' We went: 'Sure we can, that's worth the same even if it's just 20 cent coins, it's still 300 euros.” Thomas Raggi, 20, the guitarist of the band, is gasping for air as he laughs, while drummer Ethan Torchio, 20, is smiling dreamily. David finishes: “And then we snuck off before he was able to count it.” [the German text says 'verdrücken' here which is just a colloquial way of saying 'we left', but it entails some sort of a dramatic exit, so yeah, let your thoughts get creative how they left exactly :D].

Four young musicians on the verge of global fame are sitting on a white interview sofa in Berlin, completely styled, babbling across each other like overeager teenagers.

Ever since the Roman band first won the music festival Sanremo and then also the Eurovision Song Contest, carried by the enthusiasm of European viewers, you could say Måneskin has become a phenomenon. “Rock 'n' Roll never dies!”, Damiano David yelled fueled by the adrenaline of winning, and the insinuation that circulated on social media of the singer snorting during the counting of votes in front of a live camera – including their strict denial followed by a negative drug test result – might have given an additional boost to their public interest, their exploding album, ticket and merch sales, and their outstanding success on Spotify.

“We think it's a shit prejudice against rock music that there always have to be drugs involved. We fully threw ourselves into our participation with the utmost professionalism. We give everything for the music. So of course we don't want people to think that we can only do that because we take drugs.” – Victoria De Angelis

Prior to Eurovision, Måneskin was more of an insider's tip outside of Italy. Handmade rock music, not creating something entirely new but paying homage to the good old times with classic guitar riffs and cracking drum beats, being a lot of fun but also quite fragile and vulnerable at times and, first and foremost, conveying a captivating energy. Finally, on the stage of Rotterdam, live after so many months of isolation and renunciation, this wave of energy spilled straight over into European living rooms. It seemed easy to (mistakenly) interpret the winning song “Zitti e buoni” (Shut up and behave) as a declaration of frustration of our youth in times of a pandemic. In fact, singer Damiano David is singing about the favourite topic of the band: the unrelenting need to, against all odds, be yourself, despite or perhaps because you are different. The message fits their provocative sex appeal, which the band uses to demonstrate their independence of gender norms at any given time. But the core essence of rock music has always been the promise of unlimited freedom.

Thus at the first moment, the meeting with Måneskin is kind of startling. It's Wednesday, we are in the top floor of the new Sony head quarters in Berlin. The four Italians have just started their two-week long promotion tour through Europe. In the afternoon there will be a live concert in a queer club [the SchwuZ, but that's not mentioned here] in Neukölln, which will be streamed via TikTok. Around one million viewers will watch the show, some of them even from Brazil, so people at Sony are pretty excited [for Måneskin to come here]. But at first, these stunningly gorgeous creatures [yes, that's the exact wording :D] are standing surrounded by an entourage of people – their management, PR team, a stylist, a photographer, people who can hold a smartphone or a cigarette if needed [this paragraph is worded a little weirdly, especially taking into account that basically their whole team / 'entourage' is just friends of them, but it seems like the journalist didn't know that or maybe they just wanted to describe their first impression]. They seem like fictional / artificial characters out of a Hollywood movie. Transparent frill blouses with blazers and flared leather trousers, even the platform boots, everything brand-new, the makeup makes their faces look like a glossy magazine cover even in person. The smokey eyes of De Angelis and Raggi make them look smug and bored. Later, on the pictures it will probably look cool.

So of course your first impression might be: This band is under contract to industry giant Sony ever since their success on an Italian casting show [X Factor] in Winter 2017. The music industry must have its hand in the game when a band is photographed half-naked by Oliviero Toscani and styled by Etro. Also, one does not simply rent a villa with a pool in Rome to produce new music there, isolated from the rest of the world. And who else went to London for two whole months, shortly before the winter lockdown, just for inspiration? After the TikTok concert in Berlin – De Angelis and David are now wearing fishnet shirts that sparkle with every move, their bare nipples covered with an X of black tape – the band is posing with a few influencers. In the world of social media you would call that 'producing content'. But what does that mean for a band who are preaching their hosanna of authenticity? How authentic is Måneskin? And is their pointedly casual approach to sexuality and gender cliches in today's pop-cultural spirit more than a marketing strategy?

We're in the interview, the recording device is running for not even five minutes, when Victoria De Angelis says: “Actually, we just try to be ourselves and do what we really want to do.” And really: The more you listen to those four how they speak about the early days of the band in their slurred Roman dialect, about the shoe box and their own experiences with being different, but most importantly about their shared obsession [with music], the more you realise that [De Angelis] is  very serious. Ethan Torchio, who got his first drum kit at the age of six or seven from his father because he was beating everything he could reach, says: “For me, music is like food. I cannot live without it.” The bassist next to him laughs at his pathos. Singer Damiano David applauds the otherwise more reserved friend for his truthfulness [it says 'klarer Punkt', meaning 'for the point he makes', but it makes it seem like Damiano is agreeing with Ethan here, although it doesn't indicate whether he agrees that yes, music is everything for Ethan or that he understands and feels the same].

De Angelis and guitarist Raggi already knew each other from middle school and they were the ones who tried to form a band at the age of only 13, a band that actually took music seriously.

De Angelis: “It's just difficult at that age to find other people who really put everything into music and who truly commit themselves and are willing to invest a lot of their time.”

Raggi: “We set strict rules and scheduled fixed times for the rehearsals, for every day.”

David: “Fever, stomach ache, there was no excuse. Even if you were feeling sick in the rehearsal room. At least you were in the rehearsal room.”

The way the four of them talk across each other, completing each other's sentences, taking turns in talking and sometimes joking about each other, seems intimate and playful. Singer David remembers how at first bassist [De Angelis] was merciless towards him when it came to her first metal band project, as she told him that he wasn't committed enough [to the music]: “Back then I was still playing Basketball. I was one of the people that Vic absolutely didn't want [in her band].” Drummer Torchio was later discovered through Facebook, even though there had already been a drummer, a close friend, but he was not good enough. It seems as if even back then music was everything for them. Even if it meant that only Raggi managed to graduate.

And why rock, why rock music of all things? Because it's great, the four of them say in unison. David adds: “Actually, it's a genre that allows you to do everything you want to do.”

When they played on the street, they were laughed at by their classmates. But not only there. De Angelis explains that she never wanted to be a typical girl: “I was always deterred by those stupid boxes that people put you in, and that are just restricting and constraining you, because something is only regarded as male or female. I always rejected that. Instead, I just wanted to do the things I enjoyed doing, I went skating and played football.” Torchio says: “Friends who are not friends anymore were already telling me at the age of ten that those“ – he grabs his long, silky black hair – “were wrong. Because I'm a boy and boys are meant to have short hair, long hair is only for girls. I was bullied a lot for that.”

“Compared to the past, people in our age became much more open-minded. It gets better.” – Thomas Raggi

Frontman David on the other hand, for whom eye shadow, jingling earrings and nail polish as well as his bare torso with the tattoos have become trademarks by now, says: “I was actually more of the average boy.” De Angelis convinced him to try out some eyeliner, which he describes as a spiritual awakening: “I liked myself much more [with makeup]. I saw myself more as myself. As if it had been a suppressed desire of mine.” On a trip to Copenhagen with the others, when he realised that it really didn't matter what people were thinking about him, he got his first fake fur [coat? the article doesn't specify that] in a second-hand shop and let his clothing style be guided by his own love to experiment: “I realised that my whole life I was just going at half speed.” When it comes to diversity all four of them are becoming almost missionary.

At the same time, their success is not only opening doors for them. Back home in Rome they are barely able to go out on the street due to all the paparazzi. “[You need a] hoodie and huge sunglasses”, David says, “the mask is quite helpful, too.” And still, none of them is complaining, and Torchio explains why: “Even if those experiences right now may have sides that are not so pleasant, we still know that for us a dream is coming true. We experience something that we always had in our minds, so we are willing to face every consequence that this entails.”

So is the band facing difficult times, is Måneskin going to change with all the success? Again, all of them answer at the same time.

David: “I'm not worried about that.”

Raggi: “No way!”

De Angelis: “On the contrary. Everything that happened to us happened because we are who we are, so we want to continue the exact same way and stay ourselves.”

Just a few hours later, they are at the stage in Neukölln, bouncing around like pinballs, hammering at their instruments, flirting with each other. “We are out of our minds, but different from the others”, David sings their winning hymn against conformism, and: “The people talk, unfortunately they talk.” Here on stage, the four paradise birds [a German word describing someone with a flamboyant personality] with their half-nude-glittering outfits are radiating an incredible energy with the utmost sincerity, and you begin to wish there was a live audience instead of the TikTok cameras, absorbing and spreading this energy. Måneskin. A cry for a life after the pandemic, a cry for freedom and a better world.

“We do what we wished for all our lives.” – Ethan Torchio

[glitter-x-gold]

requested: "sarò il fuoco ed il freddo" (Måneskin)

Requested by anonymous

vic de angelis x damiano david x ethan torchio x thomas raggi

sometimes, it all seems a little too much to handle, but fortunately, vic realizes she doesn't have to go through it alone

(Vic has a panic attack, the boys help her through it)

trigger warnings: anxiety, panic attacks

disclaimer: this is fictional, these characters are merely based off of the real people, and in no way, shape, or form does it intend to romanticize or take lightly subjects such as anxiety & panic disorders. take care, you are valid, it's going to be okay.

Sometimes Vic looked herself in the mirror, and found herself wondering just what the hell was going on. Having skyrocketed into fame at such a young age was as exhilarating as it was terrifying, and sometimes, Vic's brain would find itself struggling deeply to set the two things apart.

So some days, she felt on cloud nine. The fame, the praise, the laughs, the utter freedom of it all, of feeling young, and loved and full of passion, the gratitude for getting to share it all with the ones she loved most in the world.

However, as someone had once said to her, higher flights also mean bigger falls. So when she fell, she fell, and the dark side of fame would be revealed to her in all of its might.

On that particular time, they had just left their sixth and last interview of the day. Having woken up at five a.m., having slept barely anything after getting off the plane, the band was finally back in their van, silently making their way back to the hotel room, for a much needed break.

Thomas, with his head leaning against the window, had fallen asleep, while Damiano scrolled through his social media, and Ethan just stared ahead, blankly, seemingly absorbed in his own thoughts.

Victoria, on her side, tried to keep her thoughts in check. Every interview she'd done that day replayed in her mind, her brain kept finding mistakes, imperfections, things that everyone would certainly notice and point out. Suddenly, without realizing, the young bassist found herself spiraling down, into a whirlpool of thoughts and "what ifs". What if they make fun of the band for it? What if the boys get mad? What if they won't take me seriously? What if I'm not good enough?

The exhaustion inside made it so much harder for her to control this descent, and suddenly, air just wasn't making it to her chest anymore.

Ethan, sweet, ever-observant Ethan, was the first to notice the sudden paleness of Victoria's cheeks, and the shaky hands she kept awkwardly on her lap. He reached out a hand to place on top of her trembling one.

"Vic. Tutto ok?"

No. It wasn't okay. As her chest began to hurt, Vic struggled to get some more air inside, and her breaths became quicker, shallower. Damiano could suddenly see something was not right.

"Vic. Cucciola. What's going on?" - he asked, while turning to her

Vic couldn't bring herself to answer him, which, in itself, was enough of an answer. Sadly, Damiano was no stranger to these things, having been through it many times himself, and he was fairly certain he'd understood what was going on.

One big gasp for air made all her body hurt. Thomas was startled awake by the commotion, and was quick to join their worried friends in watching Vic closely, trying to understand how he could help.

Vic realized Ethan's hands were still gripping hers, and all of a sudden, she found herself looking into Damiano's eyes.

"Amore, ascolta. I know panic attacks fucking suck, but you're going to be okay" - he promised - "Thom, open the window just a little bit, to let some fresh air in"

The blond boy nodded, then he, too, turned to Vic again.

"You're gonna be okay, Vic. We're here" - he said

She desperately wanted to believe him. Gently, managing the little room he had as best as he could, Damiano put an arm around her shoulders and brought him a little closer to his chest.

She had to let him know she couldn't breathe, she had to let him know it wasn't going to be okay, not when she couldn't get air into her lungs, not when her throat felt closed.

"I- I can't - I can't - " - she tried to say

He hushed her, caressed her hair. Ethan, in front of her, kept talking.

"Vic. Remember what you practiced, you have to breathe in for four, hold for seven, let out for eight. Okay?"

Damiano added:

"Come on, we'll do it together. There we go, you can do it, cucciola, we won't leave, we're right here"

For a minute, or maybe more, it was pure hell. Even if Damiano held her close, even if Ethan and Thomas were so close to her, touching her hands, saying words of comfort to her, she could barely register it. All she could process was the pain in her chest and the lack of oxygen making her dizzy, and the absolute certainty she was going to die right there and then.

Then, their soothing words became a little clearer in her mind.

Shh, you're going to be okay.

We won't leave, Vic, we're right here.

Just breathe slowly, that's it, you're doing great, amore.

Gradually, her gasps and whimpers became softer cries, and eventually, her whole body was hurting, and panic was giving way to exhaustion as she stilled a little in her best friend's embrace.

Damiano sensed this shift, looking down at the girl in his arms, their mamma Måneskin, their ever so strong, ever so resilient Victoria, and it hurt him that she looked so small, so fragile right then.

He caressed his cheek, wiping away a few tears.

"You're okay. È finito. You're okay now"

Thomas, from where he sat, handed her a bottle of water.

"C'mon. Have some, it'll help"

Gulping some of the water made her realize he was right, it did soothe the dryness in her throat. She spoke:

"I'm - I'm so sorry, scusate, raga', I-"

Ethan shook his head, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Nun di' stronzate, Vic. You have nothing to apologize for. It's not your fault" - he assured - "it's been a long week, we need to rest, you need to rest"

Damiano spoke next:

"Why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well, Vic?"

There was no judgement, no accusation in his tone, just pure, genuine worry.

"I just... I didn't want to worry you, guys. I thought I could handle it on my own, but... I can't"

Thomas sighed.

"But that's the thing, cucciola, you don't have to handle it on your own"

"Thom is right, you don't. There's four of us, share the load, we can handle it" - Damiano intervened

Vic sighed, snuggling a little bit closer to Damiano, as the warmth radiating from him made her feel a bit better. She muttered a Grazie, ragazzi.

She couldn't help but feel a little numb, like all the feelings had just been drained out of her body. Her muscles hurt, especially her chest, and the dizziness still wasn't completely gone. However, cuddled up next to her family, Vic realized that maybe, just maybe, her boys were right. Maybe this was a burden she'd have to carry for a long time, but at least, now Vic understood that she'd never have to carry it on her own.

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This might be super personal but as someone who is extremely feminine and confident in their femininity have you ever questioned how you feel about your gender?? I enjoy presenting really femininely and I’m okay with being female but sometimes I just feel weird?

i said i’d answer this then forgit SORRY but idk if it was just me processing my attraction to women but growing up i got heavily attached to male characters and not like in a oh they’re hot way like oh i want to be like that way. even like now thomas raggi makes me go yeah that’s what i want to be. not generally in terms of fashion like there’s a Vibe i want to have. and i’ve always been happy and comfy as a female but just . male fictional characters and some celebs called out to me. i was around a lot of trans ppl in high school n hearing them talk about their experiences i never identified with them or felt any urge to identify as anything other than a woman i had no urge to transition i had no gender awakening i love being hyperfeminine and girly but there’s just something about the male Vibe. i’ve just started thinking of it as like Female+ like female with some extra features or some shit like i’ve got a monthly paid subscription of something . i am female and i’m happy being female but. with a dlc.