#vic de angelis x fem reader

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PAIRING. victoria de angelis x fem!reader

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

WORD COUNT. 1,111

Y/N L/N DREAMED about performing from a young age. She started to enjoy the art of singing and music due to her family’s interest in the arts. It was a big part of her childhood and teenage years so the fact that she got to do what she loved with some of her best friends, well it was a huge thing to her.

Going on to win Eurovision in 2021 opened doors for her and her band, giving them opportunities they never thought possible. Måneskin growing as a whole was great but the more time went on, the harder it got for the girl to hide her true feelings. She was in love with her fellow band member and best friend, Victoria de Angelis.

The boys always teased her about it and it scared her honestly. She was always open about her sexuality, like Victoria and Ethan were, but it always felt different when Vic was involved. She would get more shy when alone with the bass player and it started to gain more attention from the public, which is something Y/N kind of wanted to avoid.

The three boys and two girls never hid any affection for one another but everyone knew that it was more friendly where the H/C haired girl was concerned. However, deep down she wanted more with the blonde. How could she not? Vic was stunning and one of the nicest people she knew. Anyone would be lucky to have someone like her.

The band had just finished a concert in New York, Y/N and Damiano being the first two backstage. The two singers did not hesitate to sit down on the couch in the dressing room. The crowd had been wild and the vibe was electric to say the least. It was one of the best crowds they’ve had on this tour so far.

“When are you finally going to tell her how you feel?” Damiano’s question snapped the H/C haired girl out of thought, her eyes moving to focus on her friend.

An unimpressed expression was painted on her features but the L/N remained silent for the next couple of seconds. She did not like the boys mentioning her secret when Victoria could just walk in and hear what was being said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She feigned innocence.

Damiano rolled his eyes at her response. “Yeah, okay. N/N, we all see how you are with her, even the fans have started to see it. You can’t keep this a secret forever and I don’t understand why you would want to. It is obvious that she likes you too.”

Y/N shook her head. “Absolutely not. There is no way that she likes me. Have you seen her? She’s way too good for me. We are just friends so I doubt she sees me as anything different.”

“You can be so stupid sometimes. Vic is in love with you too. It may be hard for you to believe but she does, so you should try to tell her how you feel. You have had these feelings for how long now and still haven’t tried. I can promise you that it will work out in your favor.” Damiano’s words were meant to be encouraging as he just wanted to see his friends happy.

The female sighed. “It’s not that easy. You know this but every time I’m around her, it’s like butterflies are in my stomach and I get so shy. I have things I want to say but I never want to mess anything up in front of her. She is so perfect to me and I want to be able to be equally as great.”

Damiano smiled when he realized that there were people standing in the doorway. The others had come back and had heard everything pretty much, including Victoria, who had a smile of her own. Y/N had not seemed to realize though, her eyes having been closed and her head laid on the back of the couch, trying to calm herself.

It wasn’t until the bassist spoke that she opened her eyes and seemed to freeze. Vic had heard what she said, there was no way she didn’t.

“You have a crush on me? It’s a good thing that I have feelings for you too.” Vic had a slight teasing tone laced in her words but she meant what she said, which really did surprise the other female.

Damiano stood and walked towards the doorway, whispering something the Ethan and Thomas before glancing at his female friends. “We’ll leave you two alone.”

The three walked away from Y/N and Victoria, going to do God knows what. The L/N was shocked to hear Vic’s own confession and it was obvious, which made the blonde laugh. She went to sit on the couch in the same spot that Damiano had just gotten up from.

“Did I hear that right,” Y/N voiced aloud, not really meaning to.

The bassist nodded. “Yes, you heard that correctly. I have had feelings for you for so long. I thought I had been clear about it but I guess my attempts weren’t enough. So, yes, I love you and it’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while. You really thought you were not good enough for me? You are more than that to me.”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes but she didn’t allow them to fall. This was really happening! Vic actually loved her. She had dreamed of this moment but it felt impossible for it to really happen. However, she couldn’t be happier.

She was speechless at first but soon regained control of her brain. “Really? I just thought you were being friendly to me. You are the most amazing person so yeah, I did think that you wouldn’t see me as anything other than a friend.”

Vic glanced down at N/N’s lips before focusing back on her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

It was such a simple question but it held so much power over the L/N, who was quick to nod and agree. Their lips met and it was better than Y/N imagined. The two pulled away after a couple more seconds and the H/C haired girl smiled.

Vic wrapped her arm around the other girl’s body before asking the important question she had on her mind. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N L/N laughed and her smile never faltered. “Yes, of course! I would love that.”

Victoria brought her now girlfriend closer and rested her head on top of Y/N’s, the two staying like that until they eventually had to get up.

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Coming Home - A Victoria De Angelis Story

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x Fem!Reader

Words: 1359

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ciao, amore.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“What should we watch?”

“Mamma Mia?” Vic suggested.

“I will end up crying.” You argued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart was full, so was hers.

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

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

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

“No, but will you stay with me?” 

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

She reached out to hold your hand.

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

“I am dreading leaving.” She admitted.

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

“I already miss you.” 

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

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

“I hate that too.” You admitted quietly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sniffled a bit.

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

Her words made you blush.

“Vic…” 

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

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

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A collection of fics I wrote in 2023-2024—some I adore, some make me cringe, but all are part of my journey as a writer. I don’t really associate with these stories anymore, but I can’t bring myself to delete them. So, they’re here for you to enjoy.

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

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 REBEL GIRL  𝐁𝐘 BIKINI KILL

(listen while reading for best experience) 

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

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rebel girl, rebel girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I taste the revolution!”

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

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

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

“I got news for you,”

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

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

“My best friend yeah”

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

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

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

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

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

“Soul sister, rebel girl,

Come and be my best friend,

Really, rebel girl.”

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

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

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

“Be my rebel girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n Y/l/n everybody!”

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

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

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

“Come on, bow with us!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vattene, Damiano!”

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

“Y/n, hi.”

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

“Are you alright, Y/n?”

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

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

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

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

“Why? What happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” She asked with a small smile.

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

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

“Well, what about you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Victoria sighed, returning to face Y/n.

“So. Where were we?”

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

translations 

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Good Ones

Maneskin x fem reader

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[isimpoveryou]

short social media au imagines

𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙

victoria de angelis x fem!reader

face claim: jennie kim

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

warning: english is my second language

tw: -

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

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[theimpossiblehologramtree]

Forgive me, Father

Pairing: Victoria de Angelis x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings (more like reason why you'd like to read this): smut, now like for real, it's more intense than porn, blasphemy/sacrelige kink, super dom!Vic, thigh slapping, fingerning, a bit of oral, praying, slight choking, overstimualtion and slight orgasm denial? light sub drop at the end

A/N: Well, shit. I knew I was going to hell so I decided to give Satan one more reason to take me there. I'm not sorry.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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You would be lying if you said that this was the first time you had ever found yourself in this situation. Your back was pressed against the door, Victoria's hands all over your chest, massaging your boobs, her lips on yours in a heated kiss. Sighs and moans of pleasure filled the room when her knee moved in between your legs, pressing against your clothed heat just right.

Five minutes before, you walked through the main entrance of your shared apartment, coming back from a lovely dinner with the rest of the band. Throughout the entire night, Vic had been extra touchy with you, not sparing any occasion to make contact with you. She always kept you close to her, but today she couldn't keep her hands off of you. The crimson red jumpsuit you were wearing drove her crazy, and she was sure to let you know it. Whether it was her hand tracing circles on your lower back, her lips lingering on your neck longer than usual when she was telling you a joke or her hand itching higher and higher up your thigh. You weren't the only one to notice; Damiano made countless remarks for you to finally get a room and just fuck it out since he was trying to enjoy his Caesar salad in peace.

"Vic, please," you moaned when she moved her lips down to the sweet spot behind your ear.

She hummed against your skin, biting down on your flesh gently. Your back arched off the door as you fumbled with the zipper on the side of the jumpsuit, eager to get it off as soon as it was possible. When you finally opened it, Vic slowly pulled down the straps one by one before kissing your revealed shoulderblades. You pulled the annoying article of clothing down your body, letting it pool around your feet. 

Immediately, Victoria pulled you towards the queen-sized bed, pushing you gently, making you fall flat on your back. Soon enough, she discarded her pants and shirt before climbing on the bed, straddling you. She leaned down, reconnecting your lips. Her soft hand trailed down your torso and belly, her fingers hooking under the soft material of your black lace panties with a wet stain visible. Without warning, she pressed on your throbbing clit, making you gasp in surprise. She took advantage of that, slipping her tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply.

Breaking the kiss, she helped you pull your underwear down your legs and threw it somewhere in the room for you to find later. When she climbed back up your body, levelling herself with you, her eyes were dark, pupils dilated with arousal as she spoke firmly a command for you to follow.

"Pray."

"What?" your eyes opened abruptly in shock at Victoria's words.

A sharp sting pierced through your skin, a loud slap echoing through the small room as she hit your thigh. A small gasp left your already swollen lips in shock at both her unexpected command and her punishment for not following her order immediately. Your gaze met hers, her eyes dark and shiny in the dim-lit room. You knew she was serious.

"I said pray," she whispered once again, leaning down to your naked figure. Her skilled fingers danced along a small, round birthmark situated on your hipbone, and her lips traced the outline of your collarbones, leaving butterfly touches on the skin. "Behave like the well-raised, good girl you are and say a prayer, sugar."

A whimper escaped past your lips, making Victoria slap your thigh harshly again. She didn't like waiting too long, and you knew it well. Feeling a sudden wave of wetness pooling between your opened legs, you licked your lips in anticipation, breathing in sharply as you spoke the first words of the prayer you hadn't heard in a long time in a shaky voice.

"Our Father, who art- Ow!"

Another slap left a burning mark on your thigh when you stopped, looking directly into Vic's searing gaze. You could swear her eyes were able to see right into your soul. 

"Is that how mommy and daddy taught you to pray, hm? Laying flat on your back with no respect for anyone but yourself?" she said harshly, her sweet voice cutting through the air like knives. "I don't think so, baby. Get on your knees."

Her command left no room for arguing. The mattress dipped when you shifted your weight as you scrambled clumsily to your knees, turning around, keeping your legs parted slightly to catch balance and straightening your back to maintain the proper posture. Your hands automatically intervened, your fingers interlacing, ready to pray. Victoria let out a hum of approvement at your pose, her digits ghosting lightly over your soaked heat. Her feather-like touches drove you crazy, and she knew it. She took off her favourite necklace with a cross on it and put it over your head, the pendant dangling between your breasts. The warmth of the chain contrasted with the cool metal of the cross. The skin on your chest covered in goosebumps while you shivered slightly. A smug smirk appeared on her pursed lips when you inhaled sharply in a pathetic attempt to regain your focus on the words you desperately wanted to say.

"Our Father, who-." Another slap.

"Start with making the sign of the cross, dolcezza, and get on your fucking knees properly, for fuck's sake! Is that how you're supposed to show that you're reverential?" she ordered, her voice harsh and quiet yet clearly audible. She was irritated with your inability to cooperate and behave well. She wanted to praise you for being a good girl, eat you out and pleasure you as a reward, but she just couldn't do that if you didn't know how to pray properly, right? With a firm shove, she pushed you forward until you fell on your chest and forearms.

Pulling your ass up in the air and hiding your head between your arms, you attempted to make a cross with your shaky arms.

Vic had been dominant before but never that much. It was a completely new side of her that shocked you to your core. You weren't opposed to it, though. Her power made you more aroused than you had ever been, your juices dripping from your pussy and spilling on the white covers below. Something about saying the same words as you used to when you were younger in a completely different context made your stomach erupt with butterflies. It was dirty and naughty, but at the same time, it felt so good.

"And I suggest you don't even stutter, sugar, or I'm afraid I'm going to stop," she whispered quietly before kissing both your asscheeks and your reddened thigh. You nodded eagerly and mumbled a quick "yes, ma'am," gathering yourself. Trusting her fully, you could have done whatever she asked you to do.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," you started, a moan escaping your lips when you felt Victoria's tongue dip into your leaking pussy. She tasted your wetness with delight, her soft hand massaging your thighs. The other darted to your clit, touching it ever so slightly through its hood. You whimpered loudly when she circled the sensitive nub and licked another stripe up your slit. She had barely even touched you, and you were already in a state of such a mess.

"Our Father, who art in heaven," your voice quivered when Victoria sped up her actions. She lay her thumb on your clit, pressing down, enticing a sinful moan from your chest. Meanwhile, her tongue orbited around your soaking entrance. Your muscles tensed from a jolt of pleasure that shot through your stomach, a tight knot already forming in your lower abdomen. "Hallowed be thy name."

"Very good, cucciola, keep going," Vic mumbled against your pussy in encouragement, proud of how difficult it was for you to say simple things already. It was all because of her, and it made her heart swell in satisfaction. Whenever she started touching you, you turned to putty in her arms within seconds. Your hands gripped the silky sheets below you, and your thighs began to tremble.

"Thy kingdom c-come, thy w-w-will be done-e," you murmured against the soft mattress below, "o-on earth, as it i-is in hea-ven."

Victoria's tongue darted in and out of your pussy, the feeling sending more and more jolts through your body. She hummed at your taste and pinched your clit between her skilled fingers gently, a squeal erupting from your throat. You were already falling apart underneath her touch, but you haven't even finished your prayer! She could not let you cum if you didn't follow her orders. 

"G-give us-s this- Victoria, please!" you almost screamed when she pinched your clit again. It made you see stars, and you couldn't hold on much longer. 

"Keep on fuckin' praying, baby, or you won't finish," her voice was stern as she retracted from your centre. A sound of skin hitting skin erupted through the room when her hand met your thigh in another slap, this time harder and closer to your core. You clenched around nothing as pitiful cries, whimpers and no pleases escaped your lips among shallow breaths.

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath, feeling tears of frustration spill from the corners of your eyes. "Gi-ve us t-this day-y our daily b-brea-d..."

All air got knocked out of your lungs when you felt Victoria's fingers return to your heat, gathering your juices before plunging deep into your pussy. You moaned her name when her two digits immediately found your g-spot and pressed on it hard. Vic kept fingering you from behind, her free hand reaching over your back, grabbing your hair harshly and pulling your head back. Raising yourself on your arms to give her better access to your hair, you arched your back in immense pleasure. You swore you saw the stars in front of your face. 

"...and-d forgiv-ve us our tresp-p-p-asses as we-" you croaked out hoarsely in between sobs and moans. With Victoria's fingers repeatedly hitting that one spot inside you and her other hand pulling your hair, you barrelled towards your orgasm at an incredible speed. Knowing Vic wouldn't let you come before you're finished saying the prayer, you forced yourself to blabber out the rest of the words. "F-forgive those w-who trespass-s ag-gainst us..."

Letting go of your hair just for a second, Victoria grabbed it again, but this time her fingers entangled the chain of her cross necklace as well. When she pulled your hair again, the chain wrapped around your throat tightly, limiting the amount of air you could breathe in. You almost screamed in pleasure when you felt her choke you and add a third digit into your pussy. Tears of bliss fell on your cheeks, your arms and knees almost giving in and making you fall on the mattress again. 

"Come on, sugar, just a little bit more," a faint whisper seeped through the symphony of the sounds you were making - the breathless pants, moans, whimpers, whines, cries and the squelching of your soaked cunt. 

"...an-nd lead-d us not-t into t-temptation," you stammered out, your voice breaking at the word 'temptation'.

Victoria smiled at the sight of you, so vulnerable and open just for her. Her fingers curled inside your core, lighting a spark in your abdomen. Your legs started shaking, and she knew you were at your limit, merely seconds away from a powerful orgasm. Your tongue got stuck in your throat, your mind blank, when you realized in a panic that you forgot how the rest of the prayer went. Without finishing it, Vic wouldn't let you cum, and you were too desperate not to. All your senses were overcome with the desire, your arousal at its peak. Your mind, not being able to form any coherent thoughts, was clouded with Vic. You could feel her touch, smell her perfume, hear her words of encouragement and taste her lip balm from the kiss you shared earlier. It was just her. The thought of her lived in every part of your brain, and you could feel her in every part of your body. It was just Vic, Vic and Vic. 

More and more tears spilt from your eyes when you tried to hold off the inevitable. A particularly pathetic cry escaped your throat, and Victoria's heart soared at the sight. She knew you forgot the rest of the prayer so, in an act of mercy, she leaned over your shoulder and whispered a hint to your ear, her teeth grazing your earlobe lightly.

"But deliver us...?"

"B-but deliver-r us from e-evil!" you practically shouted the last words of the prayer, feeling your orgasm overtake you fully. Vic curled her fingers inside you one last time, letting go of your hair and her chain so you could ride out your climax. A breathless scream erupted from your chest as you struggled to keep yourself up straight. The warmth that had been forming in your belly since she first pinned you against the door exploded, jolts of electricity spreading all the way to the tip of your toes and fingers in spasms. It was almost as if the buildup and the denial was the collision that leads to the creation of a beautiful star of the orgasm you experienced. The sparks that kept exploding in your heat felt like stars being born.

"Oh fuck, thank you, thank you," you kept repeating when Victoria's fingers continued ploughing into your pussy, helping your ride out your orgasm. Her other hand massaged your trembling thighs, ass, and back in a loving manner. She whispered words of encouragement and praise at you, her soft voice creating a notable contrast to the symphony of your moans and whines. 

"That's it, dolcezza. I've got you, sugar."

Her fingers slowed down its motions when you shuddered from slight overstimulation on your pussy. Coming down from your high, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you hard, making you lose control over your body and fall forward, your chest colliding with the soft sheets below you.

You felt as if you were floating, barely being able to tell apart the words that your girlfriend was saying. Your eyelids were heavy, breathing still shallow and muscles twitching from the aftermath of the climax. Feeling like a cloud floating underwater or a feather slowly falling through the air, you lost touch with reality. 

"I'm here, baby, it's alright," you felt gentle touches of Vic's fingers on your arms and back as she enclosed your figure into a warm embrace. Helping you come back, she whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you just how much of a good girl you were for her and how proud she was of you. Slowly, you retreated from the sudden sub drop and cuddled up to her side. Burying your face into her neck, you sighed deeply and murmured,

"Well, amen."

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[mywritingonlyfans]

Fuffly/Smut with Victoria

 this short fic is about: fuffly morning/half smut with victoria. nipples playing.

 warnings: it’s smut. fem!reader x victoria de angelis.

 You opened your eyes, itching them in irritation.

 The sun shining through the window seemed to want to torture you and when looking at your side, not seeing Victoria next to you, you felt as if the universe agreed with that.

You stood up, putting your toes on the icy floor. The cold of the morning making you cringe as you hugged Victoria’s shirt to yourself - the one you love to wear with the golden button on it. An act that automatically made you feel better, even though it was difficult to say if it was because of her smell invading your nostrils or the fact that you knew that by sleeping in her apartment you’d be able to see her rosy and puffy cheeks full of sleep early in the morning.

“Good mornin’ puppy,” she hummed from the balcony, leaving her phone aside to give you her all.

 She gestured as if she was a baby wanting to grab something, in a way to call you to herself. 

 Her radiant face when seeing you along with the sun kissing her silhouette, lighting her up in the morning was able to make you believe that you were living in a cliché romance of a period film.

You sat on her lap, placing several kisses on her face. “Mornin’, gorgeous!”

She straightened in the seat, making herself more comfortable for you. You hooked your legs around her waist, allowing her to rub your bare thigh while pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“How was your night? did ya sleep well?” She asked, laughing at your disapproving moan as she parted from your lips. 

 A kiss was more than enough for her to send electrical current throughout all your body.

Sighing, you opened your eyes, watching her bite her lips at you. She was already taking your breath away and it wasn't quite 12 am yet. “It was good, I slept like an angel.” You smiled, holding on to her shoulders.

Her cheeks were plump as you had imagined they would be, her nose was reddened due to the little sun she was being exposed to. You stroked her shoulders slightly, feeling her soft skin against your fingertips. You thought about leaning over and replacing the touch of your hands with kisses, but you were too distracted looking at her to do so. Your fingers intertwined in the strap of her top, making you want to remove the piece of cloth from her body. Trying to shake off the thought, you shook your head a bit, directing your attention to her face; just to see that her mouth was moving while your mind was miles away.

“Are you with me, lil’ puppy?” She licked her bottom lip in a melodic voice, holding a smile in between her lines. Certainly, it wasn't the first time she was asking you that.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered almost inaudibly. She was unbuttoning a button on your shirt while your body tensed on top of her. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You added, as if she didn’t know that.

 Letting the arouse take over your brain, you rubbed your core against the material of her denim shorts. She was already on the button that was at the level of your navel, which indicated that while your mind was lost on her, she had unbuttoned enough to have a good view of your cleavage.

“Ease down, puppy. I’ll be having a taste of you for breakfast.” She joked, pulling the collar of your shirt away so she could kiss between your breasts.

“Babe, we’re not in public but, huh, I bet people can see us,” you mumbled, scanning the windows of the buildings around you to see if anyone was watching you. No one was looking, and when you feel her colds hands under your chest as she let the shirt run down your arms, you couldn't care any less. “Vic?”

“Huh? you want me to stop, puppy?” She looked at you. Not going any further.

“No, I just need you to touch me,” You murmured, arching your back to give her better access to your perked nipples. “I just want to feel your mouth, babe, please.”

“Wasn’t you worried about the people?”

Her lack of concern towards your needs was making you eager. You gathered the hair on the back of her neck, pulling her mouth gently to your flesh. “Just go, Vic, please.” You begged.

Your voice came out in a sigh that soon became a meow after she take your sensitive nipple in her warm lips, sending chills to your body. She held your hips, gluing you to her while one of her hands hovered over your belly, drawing circles on your stomach. Her tongue outlined your areloa, biting it willingly just to be able to hear you.

“That’s my baby,” she blew the air at your bud in response to your little spasms, causing your eyes to fluttered shut. “So nice and sweet for me, puppy.” She praised, going to the other breast and taking it in her mouth. The tip of her nose brushed your skin as she sipped on the flesh, sucking it until she released it in a wet noise that seemed to echo through the small balcony - probably it was just your state of mind.

She smiled amusedly, looking at your rapt face with her bright eyes as you pulled her hair back, in a need to have a better view of her face. She patted your breasts, resting her back on the chair again, placing your nipples between her fingers and pressing, squeezing and pulling them in alternating movements. You snarled at her touch, your nipples hardening even more from the loss of her warm saliva as your chest rose and fell slowly due to your heavy breathing.

“Vic, I need you,” you said breathlessly, bucking your core against her jeans, trying to provide some sort of relief to yourself.

Her hands disengage from your body, being placed behind her neck. You fixed yourself up on her lap, putting the traces of hair that were on your face behind your ears while her eyes dipped into you. Feeling your cheeks burn, you watched her in silence. She admired you from top to bottom, stopping at your pale pink panties that by her expression you imagined a wet spot was visible on it.

“Up!” she exclaimed, pouting her lips that were now swollen and reddish from her previous actions on you. “Now, puppy.”

She stood up next to you, indicating for you to sit down on her chair. A thing you gladly did, she lowered the backrest, making you lie down for her. The sky was a shade of clean blue as the sun was hitting your face, the place was quiet and it didn't seem to be anyone watching you through the windows of the buildings. No need to say that you had already been forgotten that you were practically naked on the balcony of Vic’s apartment. 

She laughed, drawing your attention back to her, but now, she was in between your legs. “Nobody‘s goin’ to see us, just focus on me. C’mon,” her fingers danced over your covered slit, making your legs tremble.

She was right, and even if she wasn't, it was too late to go back. You were practically aching for her. 

 She pulled the small piece of cloth aside, placing a kiss on your entrance, feeding the tingling inside your stomach. Looking at her, crouched in front of you with her seductive eyes on yours, you nodded, “indeed, whatever you want, babe.”

[maneskin-dimensione]

l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1.

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

Victoria de Angelis x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4165.

Warning: Angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend (In my fics) is mentioned in this fic and I decided to call her ‘A’ because how else would they refer to her imao; it all makes sense in my head tbh.

Author’s note: So here it is! I’ve been working on this for so long that I can’t actually believe it’s finished! I’m so proud of this. This fic was written as one whole piece but it’s apparently too long for tumblr, so I’ve had to split it into two. I’m really proud of this fic, as I’ve already said imao and I’m sad I have to split it up,so please enjoy: likes, comments and reblogs honestly fuel me and make my day so please let me know if you liked it and if you’d like to be tagged in anything I may write in the future; It’ll also convince me to post part 2! Also, if you are tagged and do not wish to be then drop me a message and I’ll remove you, so I’m not clogging up your notifications.

I just want to give a MASSIVE shoutout to the amazing @selenophiliaxx, who has been there since the very start of the fic, listened to me ramble on and on and read as much of it as I gave her and was always there when I messaged, no matter how long it took me to get back to her. Her feedback was invaluable and this fic honestly wouldn’t be complete or even written without her so thank you SO so much, this fic is for you, @selenophiliaxx !

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"I can't believe this!"

You sat there, watching as Victoria paced up and down your shared bedroom, holding her phone in one hand and raking her free hand through her hair; she turned to face you.

"I don't understand how they even saw us! I swear we were alone when we came home last night. I didn't see anyone lurking in the shadows. Did you?"

You could see the confusion, the frustration in her eyes and all you wanted was to stand up and wrap her in your arms, but the first time you'd tried to do that...well, she wasn't all that receptive, shrugging you off to resume her pacing.

"Fottuti paparazzi." she continued, ignoring the fact that you'd opened your mouth to reply to her. "Giuro su Dio, non ho mai odiato niente di più di quei serpenti che ti inseguono per cercare di ottenere una storia. Solo perché sono sotto gli occhi del pubblico non dà loro il diritto di fare questo a me, a noi!"

You sighed again, eyes dropping to your hands and your chipped nail polish, wishing that all the drama would stop and you could go back to the dreamy haze of last night.

You giggled, grasping onto Victoria's hand as she led you down the quiet side street. Both of you were tipsy from the drink you'd consumed but were happy and full, having spent the night at your friend's house. It had been the first time Victoria had met someone you'd deemed "Important" in your life and it had gone swimmingly well - she'd been more worried than you and insisted on a "Good luck" drink before you'd left Maneskin house together.

"I'm glad they liked me." Vic murmured to you, pulling your joined hands up so she could plant a kiss against your knuckles. "I might not have seemed it, dolcezza, but I was really quite nervous."

You smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. "Oh really? I didn't notice. I told you had nothing to worry about; they just want me to be happy with someone who treats me right and..." you trailed off, blushing slightly. "I am."

Victoria smiled back at you, her eyes light with affection and the effect of the drink that she'd consumed through the night, and pulled you to a stop, looping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her.

"I make you happy, huh?" she teased, lifting one hand to brush your hair from your face, "Aw, am I making you blush, la mia bella ragazza?"

You didn't answer her, just smiled bashfully at the shoes she had chosen for the occasion; you, weirdly, couldn't bring yourself to look at her...she made you feel a way that no one had ever before.

"You make me happy too, you know?" she said, quietly, softly, her voice as soft as the wind that caught her hair. "I thought I could only feel this level of happiness while I was on stage but you've proven me wrong."

Your blush darkened and you felt her squeeze your waist.

"I don't want this night to end." you sigh. "It's just been so good. I love to have you like this. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love sharing you with the world; you're too much of a star to keep hidden but I do like having you to myself too."

Victora's soft smile turned into a smirk. "Well, tonight doesn't have to end, amore. Come home with me."

You blinked at her, biting your lip. "Are you sure?"

You'd been to Maneskin house plenty of times, spending the day there and attending their small group parties, but you had never stayed the night before. It's not that Victoria hadn't asked you, because she had - several times in fact - but you hadn't wanted to rush anything, you'd wanted to take it slow...build up to it, make sure it was something worth building up to because you still - after all this time - couldn't believe that someone like Victoria de Angelis was interested in someone like you.

But tonight, you wanted to believe. Tonight, you  didn't want to refuse. Tonight you wanted to go home with her, sleep in the same bed as her, wake up next to her the next morning and kiss her awake and bond with her bandmates over breakfast in the kitchen while exchanging good-hearted gossip at Victoria's expense.

That's what you wanted and here she was, offering it to you on a silver plater.

"More than sure." Vic smiled and you swore it could rival the sun. She held out her hand. "What do you say?"

Smiling, with butterflies in your stomach, you took her hand and allowed her to lead you towards Maneskin house.

....

You'd woken up that morning, naked and tangled in Victoria's embrace, the sun shining through the peaks in the heavy curtains that had been haphazardly pulled across while the pair of you had stumbled about in the dark, trying (and probably failing) to be quiet when she'd pushed you against the wall, pressed herself against you and attacked you with kisses that you could lose yourself in.

This morning, she'd kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your chin and your nose good morning before finally giving you the kiss you'd really wanted, deep and soft, successfully taking your breath away and making your morning before it had even really begun.

The two of you had eventually emerged from bed, you clad in one of Vic's sleepshirts that she kept around just for you. She was always a lot more comfortable to sleep topless and you admired her confidence but you weren't really in the same boat so whenever you came over for movie night or just to hang out with her, Vic would always have a soft shirt with your name on it.

You'd stumbled down to the kitchen, Vic stopping you every so often to plant a kiss on you: your lips, your cheek or jaw, wherever she could reach, resulting in the pair of you being giggling messes walking into the kitchen and earning you some surprised looks from the other 4 occupants: Damiano, his girlfriend, Thomas and Ethan.

Vic had just strolled over to the fridge, throwing out a friendly "Good Morning!" to her bandmates and pulling out the orange juice, turning to hand the apple juice carton to you. You'd blushed bright red at the stares from Damiano, Ethan and Thomas, but you couldn't help but admire your girlfriend's confidence as she strutted back to your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"So, what's for breakfast then?"

You'd enjoyed the morning from that moment on. All six of you sitting around the dining room, breakfast plates loaded up and  music playing from the old record player that sat in the corner, exchanging stories of time on tour and the antics that Victoria would get up to whenever she visited Denmark. You felt like you belonged with them almost, like you belonged in their lives and in their worlds. You saw the way they acted with each other and how they always made you to include you in their conversations so you didn't feel like a spare part.

But when the clock had stuck 12 noon, the happy, warm little bubble you had been happily encased in was rudely and brutally popped.

You, Vic and Ethan had been lounging in the pool, Damiano and his girlfriend tanning themselves on the sun loungers, talking quietly between themselves, hands interlocked and swinging back and forth, while Thomas had been strumming his guitar while sitting at the table, his feet up, looking peaceful and content.

You turned to send a wave of water towards your girlfriend when Leo emerged from the house, waving off the excited greetings that everyone called out when they spotted him. He stopped in front of the pool, his gaze slipping to you momentarily before turning to focus on Vic, phone in hand.

"You need to see this," is all he said.

.....

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Your head popped up at Victoria's voice, suddenly a lot calmer. Your eyes met and she searched yours as she stood over you, hands on her hips.

"I-I don't know." your voice was hoarse from lack of use, but if she noticed she didn't comment, choosing instead to pace again. "What do you want to do about it?"

Vic scoffed, "I want to issue a denial."

You felt the world around you begin to spin as Victoria carried on talking, her hands moving around, but your brain couldn't comprehend what else she was saying, it could only focus on the six words she'd just said.

‘I want to issue a denial.’

You swallowed. "W-what about what I want? Surely I have the right to an opinion on this situation too?"

Vic sighed, stopping her movements again and turning to look at you. "Of course you do, cucciola, but I just think this is the best thing to do."

"But a denial?" you asked now, standing up to face her. "What would that even achieve, Vic? What would we be denying anyway, the fact that we're a couple? The fact that you have somebody?"

"Look, I don't know!" Vic pulled her hands through her hair and sighed, glancing down at the floor and then back up with you. "I just don't want these photos getting out, okay? Merda, we should have been more careful."

You raised your eyebrows. "More careful how? We didn't even know that they were there. What do you suggest, hm? Not acting like a couple in public? Not touching, not even looking at each other?"

"What? Christ, grow up will you?"

"Look, Victoria." you rubbed your forehead and glanced over at her, her eyes wide; you hardly ever called her Victoria and it weirdly unnerved her. "I don't think this denial's a good idea, really I don't. I just don't see what we're denying and I honestly think it'll do more harm than good. Please listen to me when I tell you that I don't want to do this."

"I just want to protect us." she insisted, already typing on her phone. "I want to protect you."

You smiled thinly, your eyes hard and shook your head. "No. You just want to protect yourself."

....

Your eyes were firmly on the ripples of the pool, watching as Chili sniffed around the edge before barking at each move of the water. You needed this, space and quiet from the tension in the house, your ears still ringing from your disagreement with Victoria; the last thing you wanted was to fight with her, but she was just so stubborn.

"Posso sedermi con te?"

You glanced up from your musings to meet the eyes of Damiano peering down on you, a cigarette in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other, one of which he offered to you. It was strange for you to see him alone; usually if his girlfriend was able to visit (like she was now), he was almost surgically attached to her hip.

You nodded, and he slipped into the chair beside you. The two of you sat in silence for a while, you sipping at your beer and Damiano taking drags of his cigarette. It was peaceful, before Damiano broke it.

"Are you okay?"

You shrugged, silent for a moment longer before you turned to him. He was watching you, eyes full of concern. "Where's Vic?"

"I heard her on the phone to someone." he frowned, "I don't know who."

You scoffed but nodded, taking a healthy sip of your drink.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shrugged again. "Honestly, I want to drink about it."

Damiano nodded and silence washed over the pair of you.

"While I'm not condoning it," Damiano began, glancing over at you. "and I don't necessarily agree with her, I understand why a denial is what Victoria wants. She saw how it was with A and I."

You peered at him, your curiosity peaked. You hadn't been around during Maneskin's Eurovision Era. "How was it with you and A? How did it happen?"

Damiano smiled slightly. "I thanked her while I was tipsy at the Eurovision winner's press conference. We hadn't even talked about going public before I opened my mouth."

You widened your eyes, "I bet she was pissed?"

Damiano's smile turned into a smirk. "Well, she couldn't be too mad at me. We had just won Eurovision, after all. The day after I got home on the other hand..."

You hummed. "She doesn't complain though. Or at least, I've never heard her."

Damiano grinned. "She does sometimes when it gets really bad, but it's been almost a year now since I let it slip and it calmed down eventually."

"Why did you do it? Blurt it out like that in the middle of a press conference?"

He shrugged, head tilted, considering." So many different reasons. Because I was drunk and happy. Because she was the reason we looked so good that night. Because she wasn't with us and I missed her and wanted her to share in our success. But mainly because," he sighed, "Because I was sick of hiding it, of hiding us. I wanted everyone to know that I had an amazing person behind the scenes who had played a big part in us getting to Eurovision in the first place. There was so much speculation anyway and I was so sick of the rumours about Vic and me. It wasn't fair to any of us so I just wanted to set the record straight and couldn't think of a better place to do it."

You took a sip of your drink and glanced at him again. "Was it really difficult, the press knowing?"

Damiano nodded. "When I first let it slip, it wasn't too bad because I hadn't named her, I just said I had a girlfriend. Of course the press wanted answers but the two of us became quite good at hiding from the press and having secret dates when the paps would find out where I was and try to follow - it was even fun for a while, seeing if we would get caught or not.”

He took a drag of his cigarette. "What you need to remember though, is that it's not just the paparazzi that'll descend on you if you and Vic choose to let it happen. I learned that the hard way when I posted something publically for A's birthday and tagged her in it."

You chuckled, taking another sip of your beer. "Oh boy."

He sighed, "I wasn't thinking, too caught up in the fact that it was her birthday for me to really take in the consequences of letting the world know who she actually was."

You nodded, biting your lip. "Vic said she got some abuse online."

Damiano winced. "She did. A very large majority of the fanbase were happy and tried to welcome her and were kind and respectful, but there were just those select few." he shrugged, "We found who they were and blocked them on everything we both use and if it all becomes too much, we both take a break from our phones. At the end of the day, the people sending hate don't know me, not really, and they don't know A or our relationship so we just try our best to ignore them."

You nodded, eyes glancing back out at the spacious garden again and finding Chili running around and barking at the birds. Despite yourself, you allow a sad smile to pull at your lips.

"The two of you make it look so easy."

He turned to look at you. "You know that Vic just wants to protect you, right? Her reaction, the denial idea; she wasn't trying to hurt you-"

"But she did," you interjected.

"I understand that," Damiano continued, "I completely get that it hurt you, but I promise you she didn't mean it like that. She just wants to protect you. I mean...going public, it's not something to do on a whim, you know? Seeing the negative reaction afterwards, I regretted going about things in the way that I did and it was really strained between A and I for a while, and I think Vic is just scared that that's going to happen to you two."

"But you and A are okay now." you pointed out and Damiano chuckled.

"We are." he nodded, "But it took a while. We ended up having  a lot of conversations between us of how to handle this kind of stuff to get us to where we are now. But I know I'd rather fight this with her then without her."

"I just..." you shrugged and took a sip of your beer, refusing to meet his eyes. "Do you think Vic's embarrassed? To let people know she's dating me, I mean. It's not like I'm from the same world, is it? You're all rock stars and A fits in because she works for the band as your clothes designer and I'm just..." you let out a sad sigh, "I'm just an artist with drawings that no-one wants to hang in their gallery."

"Don't you dare sell yourself short like that." Damiano's tone was cross, clipped. "Trust me when I say that Vic is the opposite of embarrassed. She adores you. She used to tease me when I'd talk incessantly about A when we first started dating and now she does the same about you. She loves you. You're one of us, you're part of us now, part of our little famiglia. Our world is your world now and I'm not letting anyone tell you you don't fit here, especially you."

"Grazie, Damiano." you murmured, tilting your beer bottle towards his. Luckily, Damiano got the hint and chuckled, knocking his bottle against yours.

"You two will sort it out, you know." he said, after a moment. "You two are too good together not to."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right."

******

You felt a little better after your talk with Damiano, and after spending a little while longer in his company by the pool, you'd retreated to your bedroom.

You glanced up now, your attention being drawn from your book at the sound of someone's knuckles against the doorframe. After Vic had rebuffed your attempts to speak to her, comfort her or even change her mind in terms of issuing a denial, you'd retreated to the comfort of one of the many spare bedrooms that Maneskin house had to offer.

"Come in!"

The door swung open, revealing Vic standing there, her face unreadable as she studied you. You watched her, waiting for her to speak, unsure whether to make the first move. She came to seek you out, so that was a good sign, right?

"Possiamo per favore parlare, cucciola?"

You nodded, turning back to your book to slip in your bookmark and close it, placing it behind you on your pillow. You cleared your throat as Victoria fully entered the room and shut the door behind her, but she didn't make a move towards the bed.

It was almost as if she was waiting for your permission, and so you patted the bedspread, smiling slightly as she approached the bed, sitting down and crossing her legs. You watched as Vic took a deep breath before glancing up at you.

"I think we need to talk."

"I think we both have some stuff we need to get off our chests."

Vic nodded, "Do you want to go first?"

You frowned, "You might not like what you hear."

Despite everything, despite everything that she had said and done in the past day, you didn't want to hurt her.

"I probably won't." Vic murmured, "But I want you to be honest with me and tell me how you're feeling. How you're really feeling."

"You really hurt me."

Vic nodded, biting her lip and you sighed. Did she even know just how much you were hurting? How much her eagerness to issue a denial pained you, cut at you?

"Vic, I just..." you huffed a sigh, "Do you even get how it feels for me? To know that the woman that I love, the woman that I'm so proud to be dating...wants to issue a denial about us?"

"Cucciola-"

"It was the very first thing out of your mouth, Vic." you bit out. Your voice was cold, cutting, hard - you'd never used this kind of tone around Victoria before, you'd never had any reason to. "You wouldn't even listen to reason or any of my own ideas. All you wanted to do was issue a flat-out denial."

"I'm so sorry-"

"Are you embarrassed, Vic, is that what this is?" You spat out, your eyes swimming with tears as you climbed off the bed. You couldn't be that close to her now. "Damiano said that he's sure that's not what this is, but if we're being honest, I'm not sure I agree."

"Damiano wouldn't lie." Vic said, quietly. "He knows me better than anyone."

"I thought I knew you!" your voice was gaining in volume, tears of anger, of hurt and confusion staining your cheeks. "I thought I knew you well enough to believe you when you told me you were all in, all in for us."

"You know I'm all in!"

You could only watch, chest heaving and tears falling as Vic climbed off the bed and approached you, her own eyes swimming with tears. Her hands were shaky as she reached for you but you backed away, shaking your head and instead moving towards the open bedroom window, taking in the air gratefully.

"So, now you can't even look at me?"

Your fingertips ache with how hard you're clutching the windowsill. "I don't know, Vic! I just...I don't know."

You turned around with a deep sigh, leaning against the sill. The talk hadn't gone as you'd wanted it to. When she'd come into the room and said she thought the pair of you needed to talk, you'd envisioned it meaning you'd be sorting this all out; the problem would be solved and you'd make up. But instead, it was just a repeat of earlier: another screaming match with no solution in sight.

"Just, merda," Vic sighed, dragging her hands through her hair as she looked over at you. Her stomach ached at the state of you, the tear stains on your cheek, the defeat in your eyes, the way you couldn't even look at her anymore.

"What can I do to fix this? Please, bella, tell me."

"Vic I...." you swallowed, shaking your head. "I don't... I don't think there's anything you can do to fix this. You're pretty adamant at putting out that denial and it's clear now that there's nothing that I say, or hell, nothing that anyone says, that'll change your mind. I don't think this can be fixed anymore."

"I-"

"I just don't understand," you whispered, so quietly that Vic had to strain to hear it. "I just want to feel that my girlfriend isn't embarrassed or ashamed of me, of us. It's like you're not even considering the fact that we can get out in front of this, go public in our own way then the press aren't beating us to anything."

"I'm not embarrassed." Vic was in front of you now, hands moving to grip your shoulders. You weakly tried to fight her but she was stronger than she looks, especially when she was determined. "But, surely Damiano's told you by now, what it was like for A? How it nearly ruined them in the end?"

"But it didn't, did it?" you spat at her. "Because they didn't let it ruin them, did they, Vic? Because Damiano and A believe in each other and what they have enough to fight against anything. Damiano told everyone who she was and A owned it, they owned it and now they're stronger for it. Are you honestly telling me that we can't do the same thing?"

"We aren't them!" Vic hissed. "We aren't them and you can't ask me to do something just because Damiano did. Sure, it worked out for them, but barely. They were so close to the edge and I don't want that to happen to us!"

"It's already happening to us, Vic. Open your eyes!"

Victoria sighed, shoulders dropping, almost like the fight had completely left her.

"I need some space."

It was almost like deja vu, you thought. While it had been you who turned away earlier, needing to get away from the stifling environment that your argument was creating, now you could only watch with an aching heart as Victoria turned and walked away from you, without looking back.

~ To be continued ~

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Fottuti Paparazzi - Fucking Paparazzi

Giuro su Dio, non ho mai odiato niente di più di quei serpenti che ti inseguono per cercare di ottenere una storia. Solo perché sono sotto gli occhi del pubblico non dà loro il diritto di fare questo a me, a noi - I swear to God, I've never hated anything more than those snakes chasing you to try and get a story. Just because I'm in the public eye doesn't give them the right to do this to me, to us.

Dolcezza - Sweetness.

la mia bella ragazza -  My beautiful girl.

Amore - Love

Cucciola - Puppy

Posso sedermi con te - Can I sit with you?

Famiglia -  Family

Grazie - Thanks/Thank you

Possiamo per favore parlare, cucciola? - Can we please talk, puppy?

Merda - Shit

[literallymitch]

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 || 𝐕.𝐃.𝐀

requested: yes

prompt: fluff 20 “i’m not playing truth or dare.”

pairing: Victoria De Angelis x Fem!Reader

word count: 1k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: it gets a bit heated but nothing major

a/n she looks so cute in that gif :(

@maneskinweek​

“She” by Harry Styles blasted through the speaker that stood on the coffee table. You could hear Vic softly singing along while you painted her nails. Today was your monthly sleepover, where you would watch shows, talk for hours and do all the things best friends would do. The two of you have been best friends for years now. Even though you had to admit, that over the past few months, you started to develop feelings for the blonde girl. Just as the song ended, you also finished painting Vic nails.

“I love it so much, thank you Y/n/n (your nickname).”

“I literally just painted your nails black but thank you.” you said smiling, while you closed the nail polish bottle.

“Well yes, but no one paints them as good as you min kære”

“You’re very welcome then. What do you want to do now? I can get some snacks from the kitchen, and then we can continue watching Elite.” you recommended

“As nice as that sounds, I’d rather play truth or dare. That’s more fun!”

“I’m not playing truth or dare, Vic.”

“Why it’s fun, and we always watch shows or movies. Let’s change things up  a bit.”  she gave you puppy eyes. How could you say no to that?

“Okay fine. I mean, it’s going to be boring since we already know everything about each other, but go ahead.” you gave in.

She clapped her hands, smiling. You just jokingly rolled your eyes. The bassist grabbed your phone to change the playlist, because apparently you need something more “fun” to play truth or dare. While she searched for a fitting playlist, you got up to grab some snacks. When you came back, Vic was already waiting for you.

“Okay, go ahead then.”, you said while opening a pack of M&Ms.

“Truth or dare Y/n?” she asked you excited.

“Truth.”

“Do you have a crush on someone?”

You could feel your heart starting to beat faster. There was no way she noticed. Or maybe she did? The anxiety started to build up in your body, but you tried to play it cool.

“Vic, if I had a crush on anyone, I would’ve told you already. You know that.” you  lied.

“Fine, fine, I choose dare, tho.”

You had to think for a second, to come up with something. That’s one of the reason you hate this game. You are way too uncreative to come up with interesting questions or funny dares.

“Ok I dare you to lip sync for your life.”, Vic gave you a confused expression, but then she started to laugh.

You chose a song for her to lip sync to and played it. Vic started to dance and lip sync to the song. Her attempts to copy moves drag queens usually do, made you laugh so hard your stomach started to hurt. When the song finished, both of you were out of breath. You from laughing so hard and Vic from dancing her ass off. The two of you shared a look and started to laugh again. Through all the laughing, you didn’t notice how Vic started laughing, but admired you instead. The way you were laughing, was like music to her ears. There was nothing that made her happier than seeing you happy.

“O-Okay, I think I’m done now, I think. I choose dare now.” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

Vic looks at you for a second. Hesitating if she should actually dare you to do the thing she had on her mind. The thing that was on her mind for a while now. She gave herself a push and told you your dare.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

“What?”, the shock was written all over your face. You didn’t expect her to say that.

“I said, I dare you to kiss me. It’s not like it would be the first time we’d kiss each other. But if you don’t want to, I’ll think of something else.”, she explained nervously.

She was right, you two did kissed before. Well, it was always more of a peck on the lips than an actual kiss. You really wanted to kiss her, but you weren’t sure why she dared you to it. Instead of overthinking, you just went with the moment.

“Yeah, no it’s fine.”

You leaned in to kiss Vic. Instead of a small peck. Like the ones before, it was an actual kiss this time. Your lips moved in sync and your mind went blank. The feeling this kiss end of in you was undescribable. She pulled you closer into her, deepening the kiss. Shortly after, you could feel her hand sneak under the shirt you were wearing. Feeling her hand on the bare skin of your waits gave you goosebumps. Suddenly, you heard your doorbell. Both of you parted annoyed. You got up t open the door, wondering who it was.

“Surprise!!”, Damiano shouted as you opened the door. Ethan and Thomas also stood behind him.

Vic joined you at the door now, looking just as confused as you.

“What are you guys doing here?”, she asked.

“Uhm, joining girls night? What else would we do here on girls night?” Damiano responded, making his way into your flat. After the other two also entered, you closed the door, giving Vic a confused look, but she also just shrugged.

“What are we watching today? We brought some champagne and popcorn.”, Thomas asked, peeking out of your kitchen.

“Elite, we were about to start right now.”, you answered him

He said something else, but you didn't hear it because Vic whispered something in your ear.

“I hope we can continue doing what we were doing. I mean, without me having to dare you.”

You nodded and you smiled at each other. Then you joined the others in the kitchen, acting like they didn’t just interrupt you. The rest of the night, you didn’t really pay attention. As the kiss with Vic was the only thing you could think about. You couldn’t wait to continue once the others were gone again.

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My Sweet Valentine - A Victoria De Angelis Blurb

Pairings: Vic De Angelis x Fem! Reader

Words: 1.6k

Fluff

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

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my loves <3

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His phone rang showing his best friend’s face and the ringtone associated with her.

“Hello, Chaos.”

“No time for sarcasm or sass.” Vic snapped at Damiano, catching his attention.

“What’s going on?” He asked, now worried.

“The gifts are not ready yet.” Vic complained.

“So? You have plenty of time, it’s still two days away. Didn’t you say that they promised that they’d be ready by Valentine’s day?”

“I DON’T HAVE TIME TO PACKAGE THEM AND GET THEM ALL CUTE. THAT’S THE BIG PROBLEM.”

Dami realised that she was in meltdown mode and to calm her down, there was only one thing to do.

“Tell me what you ordered for her again and I’ll help you get the rest ready while we wait for the gifts.” He promised, putting his earbuds in to listen to Victoria talk while he got ready to go meet her.

“So… first I went through pictures that we’ve taken together and printed them like polaroids and put together a scrapbook because Y/N loves those.” Vic explained, proud of herself. She had gone through her phone, picked out screenshots of cute texts you two had exchanged, moments from your dates, little memorabilia that she had kept related to you and your relationship.

“That’s very thoughtful, Vic.” Dami commented, as he put his shirt on.

“I know! And I ordered two matching necklaces for us, with pictures and engravings… I hope they just get done in time. The jeweller said that they would take just another day…”

“What do you need me to do?” He asked, wanting to help Vic and knowing very well that he would never hear the end of the stories about that special Valentine’s day. But he was excited for you two all the same.

“I need you to check that the reservations for the restaurant are still valid and that everything is perfect, I’ve got the rest. Thank you, love you so much, okay byeee.” She said and hung up on him, a text of the restaurant details coming up moments later.

**

He called the restaurant and was checking the reservation only a few moments later.

“Well, we are afraid that there has been a mistake..” The person on the other side of the line told Dami.

“What do you mean, a mistake?” He was glad that he was dealing with this and not Victoria because a second fluke would have made her have a meltdown.

“We double booked the reservation and there is actually someone else coming on that time slot for that table only fifteen minutes earlier. I feel like you understand that they surely will not be done with their meal in fifteen minutes on Valentine’s Day.”

“Fine, then change the table.” Dami tried to convince them.

“I am sure you can also understand that as it is Valentine’s day, there are no available tables.” The person on the other side of the phone sounded exceedingly nervous.

“Well, my boss will be very upset to learn about this.” He told them. “How would you be able to compensate for this inconvenience?”

“We would have to talk to management and perhaps give your boss a discount at a later visit…”

Dami thought about how he would have to tell Vic about the messed up plans.

“Can we order catering? Someone will come by and pick up the order that we make for the dinner a bit before the time of the failed reservation?”

“I have to ask, give me one moment, please.” Damiano was put on hold and he started pacing the room while the boring melody sounded on the other side.

“Mr. David?” The line picked up again, the already familiar voice sounding on the other side.

“Sì?”

“Please have Ms. De Angelis pick out the food that she would like to have ordered and we will make sure to have it ready for picking up and delivery by reservation time. We will await your call.”

**

“Crisis averted.” Damiano walked into Vic and your apartment with the food, just in time on Valentine’s day.

“She’ll be here any minute, what do you mean crisis averted?” Vic was still panicking. Her makeup was only half done.

“Go finish getting ready, I’ll set the table and leave.” He kissed her cheek and went into the living room and kitchen area to set everything up.

Vic stood in front of the mirror and shakily finished her makeup. She fixed her bangs, put on a bit of mascara and applied the red lipstick carefully. She made sure her outfit was impeccable before going out to the living room where her friend was putting the last details out.

“It looks incredible, thank you for your help.” She smiled at the singer, who only winked.

“Have fun, you crazy kids.” He chuckled before leaving the apartment a few minutes later.

**

You felt nervous for your first Valentine’s day with Vic but it was also so exciting. Your relationship was almost at an anniversary but it was the first big celebration that the two of you were having aside from birthdays and family gatherings.

You wanted it to be perfect.

For her gift you had gotten her tickets to see Arctic Monkeys live and also a big bouquet of her favourite flowers and a big box of her favourite sweets but a part of you worried whether or not it would be enough.

When she told you that the plans that she had made changed, your heart had sunken a bit, as you worried that she wouldn’t make time at all.

All of your worries went out of the window the minute you walked into your apartment and the romance that was everywhere hit you.

“Y/N?” Vic called and her eyes went wide when she took you in with the flowers and in your hand. “What did you do?” The bassist teared up.

You managed to take off your shoes without leaning down and so you stepped out of them and moved closer to her, giving her the big bouquet.

“Happy Valentine’s day, my love.” You smiled and kissed her gently.

“Happy Valentine’s day, amore.” She affirmed and kissed back.

“These are for you.” You smiled as she beamed at the flowers.

“Thank you.” She pressed another kiss to your lips before going into the kitchen to put them in water.

“Don’t think you’ll get off that easy…” You told her as you walked in the living room and saw the tea light candles that she had light everywhere and the beautiful setting that she had created for your dinner.

You jumped a little when she wrapped her arms around your middle.

You wanted to cry.

“Our reservation might have fallen through, but that does not mean I won’t spoil you, my love.”

The two of you sat at the table and you opened the bottle of wine that she handed you. Everything looked perfect. So much so that you worried if what you had gotten her would be enough.

“Why are you nervous, cara?” Vic asked, reaching to touch your hand.

“This is all perfect, Vic. You truly outdid yourself.” You replied, not wanting to feed into your insecurities.

“My love deserves only the best.” Vic affirmed you.

The meal was more than lovely and you two talked a lot about all sorts of different things and as time passed, your nerves were eased and you were more happy than anything.

“I have something for you.” Vic finally announced as you both finished the main course.

“I have something for you too.”

Vic smiled and went to the other room briefly, as you went to get her gift too.

“I want to go first.” She told you and handed you a small box. Your hands shook as you reached for it and tears flooded your eyes the second you saw the two matching necklaces. You picked one of them up and saw a picture that the two of you had taken with Chili.

“They match, I wanted us to have something matching so you know… when we are not together we miss each other a bit less. That way you’ll always be with me even when I am not here and you’ll always have me with you.”

“I love you.” You half-sobbed and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“I love you too.” She wiped your face carefully and put the necklace on you.

“I have a second gift too.”

“Show me, please.” You begged, bringing a smile to her face. She gave you the bigger box and you opened it to find the big scrapbook that she had made. Crying was inevitable as you went through the pages and saw how much thought and love she had put in making this for you.

You put it down carefully and pulled her in your arms. “Thank you, I love you so much.” You told her.

“I love you too, puppy.” She kissed you gently. “May I see my gift?”

“Yes, of course.” She carefully wiped your face with another tissue before sitting back on her chair.

You gave her the envelope where you had put the tickets and watched as her face lit up when she realised what you had done. You had gotten the two of you front row tickets for the next show that Arctic Monkeys would be playing in Italy. You had made sure that she would have time off then before buying them and it all aligned perfectly.

“We are seeing Arctic Monkeys?” She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“We are seeing Arctic Monkeys.” You affirmed.

“It’s a memory that we’ll add to the scrapbook.” Her eyes were full of so much light, that your heart was soaring from being able to make her so happy with something so…simple. Taking her to see her favourite band.

“I look forward to adding more memories to the scrapbook.” You told her and kissed her again.

"I look forward to making many more scrapbooks with you, all of them full of memories." She smiled at you.

[merrywaanderer]

l'altra parte

vic de angelis x fem!reader

requested: enemies to lovers with vic

synopsis: tale as old as time. you hate victoria, and she hates you. or maybe you just haven’t heard the other side of the story.

warnings: swearing, my terrible attempts at italian/roman dialect, a single implication of violence, slight angst

word count: 2.6k

a/n: massive thank you to @maneskintookawaymysanity for creating that wonderful post of roman/italian slang, to which i referred excessively (obsessively, even) whilst writing this <3

⭒

It was quite frankly too early in the morning to be yelling at Victoria, but with her, it was unavoidable, an everyday staple you were forced to adhere to by no obligation except your existence and hers. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you got up this early just to piss me off!”

“Victoria, you seriously think I would get up at four-thirty as part of my villainous plot to make your skin crawl?”

“Well you’ve certainly succeeded! We were up until two trying to get that song right, all while you slept soundly on that sofa—”

“Like that was my fault!”

“You and Thomas wouldn’t stop giggling for the first hour of rehearsal—”

The slamming of a door cut Victoria off in her monologue of anger, and out of the bedroom across the hall came Damiano, waving his hands, a mess of hair piled atop his head and a robe thrown around his shoulders.

“Girls! Cosa fai? It’s four in the morning!”

Victoria muttered, “Grazie al cazzo, Damiano.”

“Four-thirty,” you crossed your arms with a pointed look at Victoria. 

As Victoria’s best friend since childhood, and your cousin — slash partner in crime — since birth, it was fair to say that Damiano was always torn between whose side to take. He had maintained a diplomatic role since yours and Victoria’s first meeting, when it had all gone horribly wrong. 

First impressions are often fallible, but this was one that you just couldn’t shake. 

It was seemingly impossible that you’d never met the rest of the band before, given how often Damiano was with them, but fate and circumstance had intervened ceaselessly, and so it wasn’t until two years ago that you’d been introduced. 

They were mid-tour when you’d caught up with them, somewhere in the midst of southern Italy. On holiday, you were finally fulfilling the promise to visit your beloved cousin after a year — an age, said Damiano — of separation. 

You didn’t speak Italian, but you understood it well enough, and Roman dialect too.

“I don’t want her here!” A rather high-strung female voice, shouting.

“For god’s sake, Victoria!” Damiano. “Relax. It’s only for a few days.” 

“After everything we’ve been through, can you not understand that I don’t fucking want her here?”

Damiano sighed. “Yes, but you’re being over-dramatic. I’ve known her for so long, so the least I can do is let her come with us until the end of the trip.”

“Damiano—”

“You know as my best friend you’ve always been my first priority, but there’s got to be room for other people too. So shut up, and let’s go.”

A sickly feeling had settled in your stomach.

Then Damiano had rounded the corner with Victoria in tow, and walked straight into you. 

Your first impression of Victoria was with mascara thick on her eyelashes, a dark look in her eyes, her lipstick was bright red and vaguely smudged. Damiano had a hand on her right wrist, below which it seemed her own hand was bandaged. Her blonde hair was tousled. She glared at you. 

“Ah,” Damiano swore quietly. He opened in English, “Victoria, this is my lovely cousin.”

You told her your name and offered your hand, then retracted it with a wince. 

“Sorry, can’t shake your hand,” she mumbled, barely looking at you. 

“That’s fine,” you said quietly, unable to gauge her tone or what it meant. Then you remembered what had been spoken of you by Victoria before she and Damiano had run into you, and decided you didn’t care what she meant. It wasn’t friendly, that was for sure.

Damiano looked uncomfortable. “Maybe not the best time. Cugina,” he addressed you, “it’s late, we’ll see you tomorrow for proper introductions?”

Mutely, you nodded, and with an apologetic look, he swept Victoria away with him down the hall. 

But the next morning had arrived sharp and cold, rain pouring down from the skies like there was a singular, humongous waterfall above the region of Basilicata, intent on drenching everyone on the ground. You had been offered no further introductions beyond saying hi to Thomas and Ethan after being seated by them on the bus. You caught the occasional glimpse of Victoria, who was sitting at the back, head leaned against the window, not speaking to anyone. 

The rain had not relented by the time the bus reached the next location on the tour, and it was in a confused frenzy that the instruments and equipment were ferried between the bus and hotel.

Victoria, after previously making it clear that she wanted nothing to do with you, now went one step further and decided she thought of you as nothing but a concierge. You had been standing beneath the overhang of the hotel entrance, under Damiano’s orders — because as he had rightfully told you, “You don’t know where we want all our stuff, better just to let us do it.” It was then that Victoria had shouted at you. A few of choice words, and then telling you to get her guitar. 

She hadn’t even remembered your name. 

She sure remembered it now, though, standing in the villa kitchen, grumbling at you that four-thirty had turned into four-fifty, and still she was not in bed. 

“Should put you in a bed together, then you’ll have something to complain about,” Damiano muttered.

“What?” you snapped, at the same time that Victoria spat, 

“Cosa?”

Instantly, you glared at her, and she mirrored the expression. How like her to say in Italian what you had just said in English, to satisfy her competitive nature and prove once and for all that she was just that little bit better than you; she spoke three languages where you spoke only one. 

“Ah! See,” said Damiano, “you can agree on one thing.” When met with blank looks, he shrugged. “You both think I’m an idiot.”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sleep well,” you said, without thinking. 

But you must have come off as sarcastic, because she flipped you off as she disappeared back into the darkness of her bedroom. 

You remembered then why it was you couldn’t stand her.

Only, when you searched for a singular reason, you found yourself scrambling as to why it really was she made your blood boil. 

You hated everything about her.

⭒

The next day was the same as many previous: the hot summer sun blazing overhead, Thomas interchanging tutoring sessions with Ethan, video games, and lazing by the pool, where Damiano and Victoria occupied a pair of pool floats and glasses of what they called limonata. 

Damiano’s speaker was blaring in the background when you came outside, towel slung over your shoulder. 

You thought Victoria peered at you over the rim of her sunglasses, but you blinked, and her glance was gone. Now she looked as though she hadn’t seen you at all, head thrown back against the plastic of the float she was lying on, throat bared to the sun like she was soaking it in. Or maybe the sun was soaking her in, taking her away to forever be wrapped in its rays, a goddess rather than a human being. 

You recoiled violently. 

What?

Had you really just called Victoria  — Victoria  — a goddess?

You ran a hasty hand through your hair and resumed your passage toward the pool, because it appeared that you’d stopped somewhere along the way. 

“Ciao?”

It would also appear that Damiano had said your name multiple times whilst you’d been staring at Victoria.

She smirked, and your skin felt hot. Too hot. Her glances were scorching, and you hated her. 

Hated her. Hated her.

“Going swimming?” your cousin asked. 

You nodded, setting your towel down on a sunchair. 

Then you proceeded to jump in the pool, soaking both Victoria and Damiano in the process.

When you returned to the water’s surface, Damiano was laughing, but Victoria looked like she was most certainly going to murder you this time. 

“Oh, vaffanculo!”

Victoria’s hair was dripping down the sides of her face with pool water, her blue eyes dark like the sea beneath a tempest of a storm.

“Victoriaaa,” said Damiano. “You spoil everything.” Still, he was laughing, and you had joined him.

Victoria rolled off of her pool float and swam toward the edge of the pool, taking the ladder and pulling herself out of the water. 

“Victoria!” Damiano yelled, in a pleading tone, as though that would make her see reason.  But with her towel wrapped around her lithe frame, she disappeared back into the house, disappeared like she always did. 

Damiano sighed. “Aridaje.” 

You sat on the pool stairs in an uncomfortable silence. 

It was minutes before your cousin turned to you. “Why can’t you just get along?”

You sputtered, “Because she hates me!”

Damiano snorted. “Because she hates you?”

“Yes!”

“Cugina, she was so excited to meet you, years ago, because I spoke so highly of you! And then she was embarrassed as hell because you saw her like that, the first time.”

You blinked. “What?”

Your cousin threw up his hands, “Yet you hated her from the moment you met. It was obvious.”

“What?”

Damiano frowned. “There’s some misunderstanding, I’m sure. You’d better go talk to her.”

“Talk to her?”

He waved his hands, “Get out. Go.”

“But — ”

“No, go. Mó!”

Understanding well enough, you swam to the side of the pool and got out, confusion muddling your head beyond relief. You towelled off and hurried inside, water still matting your hair against your skin. 

She wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen, but you thought you could hear someone playing music down the hall, and it couldn’t be Thomas or Ethan, because they’d been in the middle of an intense game of Fifa on the PlayStation. 

The door to Victoria’s room was closed when you reached it, but you hazarded a knock, and the deep thrum of bass subsided. 

“Come in.” Her voice was quiet, cautious. 

You pushed the door open to find Victoria sitting on the bed, leaning on her lap the white bass guitar with Girls bite back written on it in Sharpie. She was still wearing her bikini. Her skin glowed golden in the afternoon light. 

You bit your lip, a nervous habit picked up from living with too many circumstances you couldn’t control. 

“You?” Victoria said, incredulously.

You could feel the little hairs rising along your spine, hatred settling into your bones like a cold draft on a winter’s night. 

You scoffed. “Me. I can’t even enter a room before you start glaring at me.”

Victoria scowled, true to your accusation. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Forgoing all of Damiano’s advice to simply talk, you cast your eyes about the room. “You hate me!”

“I hate you?”

“Yes!”

“No,” said Victoria, “you hate me. Ever since the day we met, you’ve hated me. And I can’t figure out why.”

“Because you didn’t want me here!” you cried. “You’ve never wanted me here. You four have been friends forever, and you resent me for barging in.”

She looked affronted, setting down her bass. She stood, her palm against her chest. “I never said anything like that.”

“I heard you and Damiano talking.”

“When?”

“Two years ago, just before I met you. You said you didn’t fucking want me around. Ring any bells?”

Victoria’s puzzlement fell from her face like a penny to the floor. She looked suddenly pitying. “Oh, cara, I didn’t mean you.”

Something in the room had shifted. 

You felt as though you’d stepped out onto a stage with no words to say. The temperature had risen again instead of dropped, and Victoria was gazing at you like she’d broken your heart and was terribly afraid of breaking it further. 

“You — ” the breath left your lungs. “You didn’t?”

Victoria shook her head, baby blue eyes wide. “No, not at all.” Then she laughed. “I hadn’t met you. How could I have hated you then?”

“But —” you stammered, “you couldn’t look at me, and you ignored me the next day. You didn’t remember me when we got off the bus, just told me to get your bass —”

“How embarrassed do you think I was, to meet you the first time with a bloody  lip and a fractured wrist, wrapped up like I’d been in a —” Victoria searched for an expression, “a bar… brawl?” She sighed. “I’d just broken up with my girlfriend. She threw my guitar at me. She was still on tour with us, on the same bus and everything, because Damiano knows her mother.”

You balked for the hundredth time. “Oh... Oh my god.”

Victoria shook her head, seemingly unbothered. “And I’m sorry if I yelled at you. It was raining and I couldn’t hear myself think, and I thought my wrist was going to fall off.” She shrugged. “Not an excuse, but I am sorry.”

“No,” you murmured, your eyes on the floor. “It’s okay.”

“And you were so pretty,” Victoria continued. “I was fucking intimidated!”

Your eyes snapped back up. She was watching you gently, her hands clasped almost nervously at her chest, where she wound her fingers in knots a sailor wouldn’t have been able to untie. 

You could hardly breathe. 

When had she gotten so close to you — not even an arm’s length away? Her fringe fluttered over her forehead in the breeze that bustled in from the open window. 

“So,” you whispered, all too aware of the fact that you were now breathing the same air as Victoria, in the same frantic string of heartbeats. “You don’t hate me?”

“No,” she said. “Never.”

Her lips were the colour of pink summer peaches; she smelled of rain.

“Victoria —” her name was soda bubbles in your mouth.

“Please kiss me.”

Soft words breathed from softer lips were all you needed.

Your hands were on her face and she was in your embrace, wrapping her arms around your middle and pulling you to her as you pressed your mouth against hers. 

She was summer itself, the sun curling through leaves and shimmering against the water, and she tasted better than peaches, kissed with more gentleness than the light of the moon. 

There was no hatred here. It had all melted away and was unfathomable in the wake of its passing. You could not remember what it was to hate, with the brush of Victoria’s nose against your own, your heart fluttering in your chest, against her heart. 

Ire had turned from sour into sweet, and you were addicted to the spun sugar of her lips, the light pressure of her fingertips against your waist, the warmth of her skin and how it felt to hold her. 

“Eccallà!” a shout interrupted you suddenly, and you broke hastily from Victoria to find Damiano, Thomas, and Ethan standing in the doorway. Ethan continued, “That’s not hate.”

Thomas was laughing. He sang, “No, that’s amoooore!”

Victoria still had an arm around your waist and her head rested in the crook of your neck, but she managed to flip them off with her other hand. 

“Could have fooled me!” said Damiano.

“Well,” Ethan snorted, “you are dense.”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Get out of my room,” she said, and promptly slammed the door. 

You found yourself up against said door, and raised your eyebrows.

“We’re not done, pretty girl,” she murmured. 

“No?”

She kissed the hollow of your throat. 

“You’re not going to remember how to hate me after today.” 

A shiver ran down your spine at her lips, pressed to the shell of your ear.

You smiled and let yourself be enveloped in her arms, deciding it was pointless to tell her that you already couldn’t have hated her if you had tried.

⭒

taglist: @tabi-toast​, @hazypoppy​, @aprilaady​

[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.

[teenyweenynightghost]

As lucky as the rainbow

A/n: Im sorry. Also. Special dedication to the love of my life, @cantaraiilmionome , who let me write this fic

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Vic X Fem!Reader

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee​ @shehaddreamstoo​ @tiaamberxx​ @victoriadeangeliswifey​ @bidet-and-legolas​ @makapaka11​ 

My heartbeat was wild and mostly erupting from my chest as the whole world around me seemed to quiet down. The mesh shirt I was wearing was already crumpled from all the times I had fiddled with it nervously. To be honest, could anyone really blame me? I have been obsessed with Måneskin for ages, and I finally get to see them live. A small, really pesky part of my brain kept bugging me. They would have no reason to like or notice you; why are you even here? Well, that definitely did not help the anxious feeling growing in my stomach.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers as four rock stars appeared on the stage.

And oh god what they were wearing. A certain blonde caught my attention, one who I was more than familiar with. Victoria strutted on the stage, her bass strap wrapped around her, as a small corset did nothing to cover her. Two black stripes of tape covered each of her boobs and she looked celestial. It was unfair to everyone else! How could she just look like that!?

“Is everyone ready?” Damiano’s strong voice sounded out of the speakers, earning an excited cheer from everyone.

As they started playing, I realised I was no longer anxious. Moving from side to side and jumping along with them, It felt as If the world stopped temporarily just for me to enjoy this moment. It was truly heaven, and their magnetic presence made it infinitely better.

“Now, for a fan favorite…” Damiano spoke into the mic, soon interrupted by the all too familiar notes of For Your Love. Oh god.

I couldn’t decide who to pay attention to; Ethan’s godly form playing the drums in a way I wished he would play my ass, Thomas’ talented fingers strumming the guitar chords, Damiano fucking the stage while singing or-

Oh.

I was one of the lucky ones who got to sit up front. So my view of Victoria was truly a dream come true. Her eyes were closed as she thrusted into the air, her hips moving with precision and skill, as she moved her head backwards in rhythm with the song. Two of her fingers were plucking the chords, clouding my mind with thoughts of what else she could do with them.

The whole song became a vivid fantasy for me, as I kept watching Victoria play, entranced by her sensuality. The song sadly came to a stop, and Damiano started speaking again. My lovely brain, however, could only gaze at Victoria, her wonderful top and fingers.

As If on cue, she knelt down right at the edge of the stage, and winked at me. Wait, she did what? My brain stopped functioning as I kept staring at her, eyes comically wide and mouth hanging open.

She smirked at my reaction, and motioned for me to come closer with her finger. A bodyguard came and opened the barrier, as I made my way through.

I was right in front of the stage, looking in her icy blue eyes. She leaned down and cupped my cheek, shaking it softly.

“Wanna stay here, cucciola?” She asked,  a sultry smile appearing on her face. I nodded eagerly, causing her to laugh, before returning to her band.

The rest of the concert managed to make me so wet I was convinced my knees would give in the second I would try to walk. Between Victoria grinding on the floor right in front of me, making sure to stare right in my eyes, Damiano jumping in the crowd and grabbing Thomas, as well as Ethan being an overall god-like presence.

It was, however, over, as soon as it started. My face fell as they all waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and I turned around, preparing to leave, but was soon interrupted by a guard.

“Miss De Angelis said that she would like you to go backstage.”

That was the second time the girl’s actions shocked me. I certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last as I followed the guard to the back.

“Ah, there you are, cucciola!” Her raspy voice exclaimed, as she headed towards me and grabbed my waist, leading me towards a changing room before I could even mutter a word.

“You, I me- mean ...Why? Like… I just thi-I” Damn it, where was my wittiness when I needed it? If I wasn’t already blushing, I probably looked like a sweaty tomato right now.

“Oh darling, I suggest you figure out how to talk, so I’ll know how to please you later.” She murmured in my ear, my knees almost giving up at her words.

“Oh god, umm, I- hi.” I managed to let out. I’m so glad I could ramble about crystals for 3 hours but when It comes to basic greetings my mind just dips. Lovely.

“We have about 15 minutes before we need to leave.” She said, grabbing my body and pulling me right against her, softly nibbling on my neck.

“Considering the way you fucked the stage earlier, I think even 5 would suffice.” Ah yes, my brain was back. Temporarily, though, because Victoria’s hungry lips smashed into mine in a fraction of a second, quickly turning me around so I would be prompted against the wall.

We moved in sync as she sucked every breath out of me and explored my mouth with her tongue. She bit my lip hard, and licked the reddish spot which appeared, before moving onto my neck.

She sucked on every inch of my skin, leaving deep red marks in her wake, which would definitely be an interesting subject of discussion once I got home. I couldn’t help but let out the most pathetic whines, which only seemed to turn Victoria on more.

“So fucking desperate puppy. All I do is dance a little on stage and you’re already willing to be on your knees for me.” She purred right against my breast, earning a deep moan from my treacherous mouth,

“What can I say, I like being a good girl.”

Her mouth bit into the soft skin which was now exposed, as my poor shirt was laying on the floor, discarded seconds ago. I whimpered and bucked my hips into the air, whining even more at the realisation that there was nothing there.

“Please..” I begged, as she kept kissing and licking around my hardened buds, heating me up even more.

“Take your pants off, then” She instructed, and I did it in a heartbeat, the piece of clothing joining my shirt.

The last thing I saw was the blonde’s head lower , before her tongue finally gave me what I wanted. She swiped it deeply inside of me, humming at the liquids pouring from me. Moving to my clit, she started circling around it as one of her long fingers thrusted deep inside of me.

“Fuck… Victoria…” 

She added another finger and quickened her pace, as I rapidly approached my edge. God, no one did it as well as her. She was getting rougher by the second, biting at my thighs and sucking hardly, until she heard my breath catch, before I erupted in a mess of loud moans and screams.

I came hard on her hand as she guided me down to the ground, licking the tears falling from my eyes.

“You really do like being a good girl.” She whispered, cupping my cheek and pressing a soft kiss on my puffy lips.

“Oh I can be bad too.” I smirked, watching as her eyes darkened.”

“How about you return to the hotel with me, and we can explore that talent too…”

***

More than half an hour had passed, and I was sitting in an Uber right next to Victoria. While the band packed up their stuff, I hung out on the stage, eating a popsicle Damiano had given me.

“Do you have to be anywhere early tomorrow?” Victoria’s voice interrupted my thoughts, softly grazing her fingers over my thighs.

“Like I wouldn’t cancel them for you.” I responded, earning a soft chuckle from her.

“Excellent. How about we talk a little then, hmm?” She asked, pulling me closer to her.

“About what?” I asked, clearly thinking of innocent topics.

“Which was your favourite part about how I fucked you backstage.”

Oh. My. God. At this point, my brain had stopped working so many times, I probably had approximately 2 brain cells left. And damn, I answered in a corresponding fashion.

“I must say I enjoyed the talking.” 

Victoria laughed, a devilish grin forming on her face, as I bet her mind filled with the dirtiest ideas.

“I’ll take your word for it. I’ll make sure we’ll do just enough talking.”

“Wait no- You know, I really liked the cum part too.” I tried to save myself, because let’s be honest, If this woman was anything, it was a tease.

“Considering how loud you were moaning, I bet you were.” She purred again, dragging her fingers further up my thighs.

“Tell me, what did you fantasise about most while watching me play?”

My mind went blank, but not really, as the thought of her grinding on my face while practicing the bass made its way into my head. God, I was royally fucked.

“Tell me, pet.” She snarled against my neck, grabbing it roughly and bending me over.

Her hand wandered down to my ass, grabbing it roughly before slithering back around to my stomach, and pulling me up again.

“Practicing your bass on my face.” I moaned out, red and embarrassed.

“A lovely imagination you have. I’ll make sure to consult it more often.” 

“That won’t work. It seems to go blank around you.” 

Victoria smirked at my confession and pressed me down onto her lap, slowly working her way under my shirt. 

“I really like this. Where did you get it?”

“My mom.”

“She wears this?”

Fuck. “Oh, you meant the shirt?”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, she pulled the material up, and pressed a wet kiss to both of my breasts. Oh god, this girl would kill me.

“My special thanks to her. And also my apologies, because I’ll fuck you till you scream and cry tonight.”

[pacinothot]

Meeting the parents

Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x fem!Reader

Warnings: A few cuss words. 

Word count: 1k

A/N: Requested by @daddydamiano​ :  Hey! I have a request, if you feel comfortable writing it ☺️ i'd love to read something where Victoria and the reader are super in love with each other and secretly dating and then Victoria gets really nervous when the reader talks about taking Vic to meet the reader's parents because she doesn't want to cause a bad impression! 🥺  This is my first Måneskin fic and the first fic I’ve written in a while, so please be kind, thx. Kisses xx 

It was a bright, sunny afternoon, as Vic and you walked hand in hand towards your parents’ house. Her hand was clammy in yours, her eyes wide. She was nervous. Not in the way she was nervous before a gig, no, this was different. Meeting your parents for the first time gave her worse anxiety than stage fright. 

Vic and you had been dating in secret for a little over six months by now - only your parents and the band knew about it - but her busy schedule had delayed her meeting your parents significantly. Not that they, or you, minded. You’d told your parents about her band, they’d even watched them perform on TV a couple of times. They utterly adored Vic. You’d told her as much, but her anxiety just wouldn’t ease. 

Now that you were standing in front of your childhood home, you could feel her fear radiating off her small frame. You squeezed her hand, rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. 

“What if they hate me,” she asked, her rough voice low and shaky. “What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you?” 

You turned towards her, placing her sweet, angelic face between your hands. She looked so distraught, so worried, it broke your heart into a million little pieces. 

“Listen, amore, you are more than good enough for me, alright? I love you so fucking much. Nothing else matters.” 

She nodded, smiling, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. You gently wiped them away with the pads of your thumbs, before placing a sweet kiss to her soft lips. 

“If you really don’t want to go in, then we can go back home and I’ll call my parents to call the dinner off,” you offered softly. 

“No.” Vic shook her head. “No, I’m just being silly. I do want to meet your parents.” 

“You just want to hear all the embarrassing stories of me as a kid,” you teased, smiling at her. 

Vic rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide the growing smile on her face. 

“You good to go?” 

“Yeah,” she nodded, “and thank you for calming me down, I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“Die of misery, probably.” 

She giggled as the two of you walked up the steps to the front door, her hand back in yours. 

Before you even had the chance to ring the doorbell, your mother had already opened the door. She opened up her arms and pulled Vic in for a strong, warm hug. 

“Oh Vic, it’s so good to finally meet you,” she announced. “You’re even prettier in real life. Y/N, love, you’ve got great taste in women.” 

Vic was overwhelmed for a second, before she hugged your mother back. When your mother finally let go of her, the anxious tension in her body had disappeared. Your mother took her by the shoulders and kissed both her cheeks, then turned to you. 

“Look at you, my darling girl, you’re glowing,” she said, as she wrapped you in her arms. 

“Thank you mum.” You mumbled against her neck, smiling. 

She pulled away, smiling at you, then ordered the two of you to take your shoes off and follow her into the dining room, where your dad was currently lighting up the candles on the dinner table. 

“Babe, the girls are here!”, your mother exclaimed.

He turned around, a huge grin on his face. 

“Victoria, I’m so glad we get to meet you, Y/N’s been talking about you constantly.” 

You felt heat crawl up your neck towards your cheeks, and Vic giggled. 

“Has she now?” She said, her rough voice full of mirth. “And I’m so glad to finally meet you too. I was really nervous about it.”

“Did Y/N not tell you that we absolutely adore you?” Your mother asked, eyeing you with suspicion. 

“No, no, she did, but meeting your girlfriend’s parents is always nerve wracking,” Vic diffused the situation, before your mother had a chance to lecture you. 

 “Well, alright then,” your mother conceded, “now make yourselves comfortable, dinner is almost ready.”

The rest of the evening went smoothly, just as you’d predicted. Victoria fit right in - your parents truly adored her, probably even more than you. Watching Vic overcome her anxiety and be totally comfortable around your family was so beautiful and reaffirming that it made your heart flutter in your chest. 

There was not a dull moment at the dinner table; each and every person at that table was chaotic good personified. So when your parents decided to play some of their old records, Vic felt free to laugh and dance like the total dork she is. 

When it was time to leave, your mother sent you home with a tonne of leftovers and a reminder to come back for dinner soon. After a round of hugging, goodbyeing and cheek kissing, your parents let you go, and watched after you. 

Vic and you walked down the street, leftovers in your right hand, Vic’s hand in your left, perfectly fitting in yours. 

“See, I told you they adored you.” You said, just as you walked by a street light. 

“Shut up,” Vic grumbled. 

“Make me,” you teased.

So Vic did what she did best. She pushed you against the streetlight, one hand coming up to your neck, the other grabbing onto your hips, hard. Her face hovering mere centimeters from yours, her lips slightly parted, fringe falling into her eyes. 

Then she kissed you. Your insides felt as if you were riding a rollercoaster - mushy and warm and tingly, a feeling you cherished, because no one but Victoria could bring it on in you. With your free arm, you pulled her against you, grinding yourself against her thigh, your cunt feeling like molten lava. 

“Let’s continue this at home, shall we?” She said, as she pulled away.

You groaned in frustration, but felt yourself grow hot with anticipation. You wouldn’t be leaving your bed anytime soon, that much was certain. 

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@daddydamiano // @a-little-counter-esperanto // @oro-e-diamanti​ // @icouldbeyourpuppet​ // @yellowflickervic​ // @devilishintentions664​ // @thewitchinthemountain​

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Sweet music playing in the dark

Pairing: Victoria de Angelis x fem!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, seriously this is just porn without plot, face sitting, fingering, oral, slight edging, slight mommy kink (it's used only like three times, blink and you'll miss it), usage of the word whore but only once

A/N: This is my first smut so please bare with me lol. I wanna thank @teenyweenynightghost for making me write this instead of doing homework, this is what I needed and honestly I regret nothing. And yes, I did use a random fanfic title generator for this one.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Droplets of water fell from singular strands of your hair and hit the tiled floor as you walked out of the bathroom into the room. You smoothed out the fabric of the shirt you had just put on and walked into the bedroom, ready to start your day. Entering the room, your eyes were glued to the floor, mind already racing with thoughts about the thrills of the upcoming day.

"Buongiorno, cucciola," you heard Vic say, making you look up from the floor. Before you got a chance to reply, you stopped dead in your tracks as you watched the following scene unravel in front of your eyes.

Your lovely girlfriend Victoria (although the word lovely wasn't the best way to describe her at that moment; hot and absolutely breathtaking seemed to be more suitable) was kneeling on the bed, looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. A knowing smirk adorned her face as she noticed your shock. Your mind went blank as you let your eyes fall lower, noticing all the little details of her outfit (or the significant lack of it). Your eyes trailed down her soft skin to her chest area. She was dressed only in a shirt made from a sheer seethrough fabric that left no room for imagination. You gulped hard as your eyes went even lower, following her exposed stomach and finally stopping at the edge of her white cotton panties. Right below Vic's belly button, there was a bow that made the whole outfit complete. Lastly, you looked at her bare thighs and legs, wishing you could be trapped between them forever.

"I said good morning, love, aren't you going to reply?" Vic replied in a sultry voice, making you suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

"Ugh... hi, Vic," you whimpered out a response, not knowing how to react properly.

"Now, cucciola, that's not what you should be calling me right now, is it?" she tutted, unhappy with your response. Your eyes widened at her words as your mouth went dry. You hated the effect she had on you. How easy it was for her to get you all worked up and at her command.

"N-no mommy," you stuttered, biting your lip and clenching your fist. You saw her mouth twist in a smug smile and nod in approval as soon as the words left your shaking lips. However, she still hadn't moved a bit from her position.

"Good girl," she whispered, her words sending a shock through your body straight to your core. You clenched your thighs and bit your lip. The tension was too much. You had to do something! Victoria must have sensed it too because she moved to the edge of the bed and reached her hand towards you, her fingers curling in a 'come hither' motion. Without hesitation, you stepped towards her, eager to feel her touch.

"I'm gonna give you everything you want, darling, I promise," she murmured, brushing your arm with her fingers before gently touching the skin on your neck. You shuddered underneath her touch, and your skin almost felt as if it were on fire where she trailed her fingertips ever so slightly.

Victoria looked into your eyes deeply for a mere second before grabbing your chin gently and brushing her lips against yours. The kiss felt so sweet and innocent, unsuitable for the situation you found yourself in. You couldn't help but melt into her touch, your heart skipping a beat at her wholesome gesture. The message was simple; I love you. You immediately reciprocated the kiss, your hand wandering absentmindedly to rest on the girl's shoulder.

That's when the kiss changed. Without a warning, Vic grabbed your hair roughly and, suddenly, pressed your body closer to hers, making your chests collide. You let out a gasp of surprise, but it soon had been muffled and turned into a moan by Vic's tongue that had entered your mouth harshly. She explored the inside of your mouth, dominating the kiss completely. You moaned when she sucked on your bottom lip, her hand touching your body through your shirt. You could have stayed like that forever, not caring about anyone else in the whole world. The kiss was everything. It felt like it could give life, tear down antique buildings and bring down armies. The force she was kissing you with went straight to your heat, dampening your panties. It was incredible how a single kiss made you this hot and bothered. Soon, your lungs started feeling as if they were on fire, and you desperately needed to take a breath, even though you didn't want to break the kiss.

"But first," Victoria said, parting your bodies after what felt like hours and looking deep into your eyes," you are gonna make me feel good," she whispered, slapping your bare thigh with her hand. Your eyes widened, and your heart started racing at the thought, something that would soon become a reality. Not being able to utter a word, you nodded frantically, breathing deeply.

"Lay down for me, cucciola, and if you please me, I'll think about taking care of you," she said in a demanding voice, making you gulp once again and rub your thighs together to relieve some friction. Without having to be told twice, you lay down on the bed, your heart thumping in your chest.

You heard Victoria shuffle beside the bed for a minute and felt the mattress beside you sink under her weight.

"That's it, good girl," Vic stated, throwing one of her legs on the other side of your body and straddling your thigh. As you felt her wetness on your bare skin, you realised she must have had taken off her white knickers, and the mere thought made you whimper audibly. Once again, she connected your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries.

"I'm gonna ride your face, sweets, would you like that?" she asked, pressing herself harder on your leg.

"Yes, mommy, please," you breathed out and nodded frantically, your hands sneaking up underneath her shirt to lay on her back. You were desperate to make her feel good.

"Of course, you would, you little whore," Vic moved up along your figure and put her legs on both sides of your face, aligning her dripping centre with your face. Your mouth watered at the sight. "But you're my whore," she mumbled before lowering herself into your mouth.

Without wasting any time, your tongue darted out to lick a long swipe along her slit, wetting her even more in the process. You let yourself taste her juices for a moment, enjoying her sweetness. When you felt Victoria bring her fingers into your hair, it only made you speed up your actions and lick her once again. Quickly, your tongue found her engorged clit and started circling around it tenderly.

"Oh, yeah, just like that," she moaned out, moving her hips up and down to meet her needs. Taking her sounds as signs of approval, you wrapped your lips around the sensitive nub and sucked on it gently. Vic groaned, tugging on your hair and making you let out a whimper, ever so incredibly pathetic. She looked truly ethereal. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, hair flying around her face and boobs bouncing up and down as she rutted herself on your tongue. The sight of it was almost too much for you to take, and you crossed your legs, hoping that it would relieve at least some of the throbbing that had formed between your legs. "Cazzo, keep going, (Y/N)."

Bringing one of your arms around her waist to keep her in place, you ran your tongue through her folds and licked at her entrance eagerly. You fucked her with your tongue as she moved her hips, desperately working towards her desired release. Your other hand roamed her chest, cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipple ring. You moaned with her, the vibrations from your voice sending more and more jolts through her body.

You felt her near her climax as she tightened around your tongue and pulled on your hair more.

"Cucciola, don't stop, you're going to make me cum," she breathed out, looking down at you. Wet noises filled the room as you lapped at her pussy. The sounds were so dirty, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Eager to watch her fall apart beneath your touch, you wrapped your mouth against her clit once again and sucked hard. This, combined with the sight of you eating her out as if your life depended on it, was the final blow for Victoria. She shuddered and let out a series of angelic moans as she came covering your face with her juices. You kept on kitten licking her core to help her ride out her orgasm. Finally, her movements stopped, her breathing heavy and ragged. She rolled off your face and plopped on the bed next to you, trying to even out her breaths. Seeing her in this state made your chest swell with pride, knowing that you were the one to make her feel so good.

"So good for me," she breathed out, kissing your cheek and nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck. "I love you, (Y/N)."

You hummed in response, throwing your arm around her, hugging her gently. You didn't understand how you could be so lucky to deserve something like this. Pushing your own needs aside, you cuddled up with her, kissing her head in a sweet manner. Pleasuring her was your priority, and you didn't need to cum in order to feel satisfied. And that was true for Victoria as well, as she always made sure you were enjoying yourself first.

After a minute or two, you felt Vic shift her figure and hover on top of you, kissing your neck. Her knee parted your legs, and it brought attention to your core that was already throbbing painfully.

"Now, do you think you did a good job at pleasuring me, cucciola?" she asked, her voice ringing in your ears. She looked down at you, staring straight into your eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from the aftermath of her orgasm and parts of her hair stuck to her forehead. You gulped once again, looking into her shiny eyes.

"I tried my best," you responded quietly, your words barely audible. Vic took off your shirt and discarded it somewhere in the room for you to find later. Your nipples immediately hardened at the contact with cold air. She kissed your cheek before licking a long stripe up your neck. Your pussy was pulsating and in desperate need of attention, but you couldn't even close your legs for some friction as Vic's knee successfully prevented you from doing so. You whimpered when her lips found your sweet spot, sucking on it harshly. You knew that it would bruise really fast, but you didn't care at all, loving the feeling of being marked by your girlfriend. One of her hands immediately attached itself to your breast and twisted your nipple, making you gasp audibly. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind your ear as her hand massaged your boobs. Little moans and cries escaped your quivering lips. Every little touch made you go crazy, lighting up a fire on your skin, but it wasn't enough. Your pussy was throbbing, your panties practically soaked, and every little touch on your body only made you hornier.

When Victoria's lips detached themselves from your neck, you whined at the loss of contact. She quickly moved to kiss you, her tongue exploring your mouth once again. She tasted herself on your tongue, enjoying it. Suddenly, you felt her put her hand on top of your soaked panties, resting it on top of your over-sensitive clit. Your hips jolted forward in search of some more as the most sinful moan escaped your lips.

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make when you are under me," Victoria mumbled, breaking the kiss for a second.

"Please, please, more," you chanted, chasing her lips with yours. It only made her chuckle at how pathetic you looked. She hadn't even touched you, and you were already at her command. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and were threatening to spill any second.

"Shhh... It's okay, cucciola, just let me take care of you, now," she kissed your temple before lowering her face to your chest. She licked her lips hungrily and took your right breast in her mouth, tongue circling your hardened nipple. Her other hand moved to your left boob and massaged it gently. At that point, your panties must have had been completely soaked through, your juices spilling onto the covers. A moan after moan escaped your lips when she switched position, taking your left boob in her mouth and placing her hand on your right one, spreading her spit all over your chest.

"Please, mommy," a plea that had been in your mouth for a while finally made it past your lips. You sobbed at her touch or the absence of it where you most wanted it. Finally, Vic gave your boobs a final squeeze and kissed each nipple before licking down your exposed tummy. She left a trail of wet kisses around your belly button and sucked on the skin on your hip. Your back arched involuntarily as she bit your skin and left dark bruises.

"Look at you, so desperate, and I haven't even touched you yet," your girlfriend cooed, a smug smile permanently plastered on her face. Her chest swelled with pride as she saw you in that state, knowing that she was the one making you look so dishevelled. It was her touches to make you whimper so pathetically and her voice that made you beg for more. A single tear rolled down your cheek only to be wiped by Vic's soft finger.

"Shhh... I'm here now. I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered again, rubbing your cheek with her thumb reassuringly. But deep inside she loved seeing you like this and wanted nothing more than to have fun with you for hours and hours on end.

Positioning herself in front of your clothed heat, she licked her thumb and placed it on top where your clit lay. She rubbed it through your panties, earning a moan from you. Your hips jolted upwards to create more friction, but she quickly pulled away, chuckling under her breath. You felt Victoria's fingers hook over the waistband of your knickers as she pulled them down your legs in a swift movement, making your body shiver when cold air made contact with your exposed pussy. She rubbed the inside of your thigh reassuringly as you tried to even out your breath and get used to the temperature. Vic licked two fingers and placed them above your heat, rubbing your clit through the hood gently. You clenched around nothing when familiar warmth spread through your body, a sinful groan escaping your lips. As soon as the girl saw your reaction, she sped up her movements.

Vic gathered some of your wetness on her fingers and licked them clean, teasing you playfully," You are so wet, cucciola." She collected some more and rubbed her index finger at your opening, placing a tiny kiss on your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when she pushed her digit into you, curling it inside. Her mouth found its way to your clitoris as she sucked and flicked her tongue on your sensitive nub. Fucking your with her finger, her other hand found yours and gave it a heartwarming squeeze. More tears spilled from your eyes as another finger entered you, making you gasp for air.

Victoria continued fucking you with her fingers and skilled tongue, your legs wrapped around her head. I could wear those thighs as earmuffs any given day, she grinned at the thought. She could feel you nearing your orgasm as you clenched around her fingers, moans becoming more high pitched and breathing shallower. You could feel the familiar tingling in your legs start to appear when, suddenly, your girlfriend pulled away, taking out her fingers and detaching her mouth. The cry that left your lips at the loss of contact left Vic wishing she had been recording you from the start. She would have kept the footage forever, using it on tours and reminding you about how beautiful your sounds were.

"Nononono, please, please, Vic," you begged, a series of whines and cries escaping your lips. You were on the edge, only a few rubs away from a powerful climax when she pulled out. You looked so devastated by it that Vic almost felt sorry for doing it. Almost.

"Sorry, cucciola, I couldn't help myself. You just look so good when you beg for my fingers," she smirked smugly at you before climbing up to wrap her arm around you. "I won't do it anymore, I promise," she whispered into your ear and sucked on your earlobe.

Reaching her hand down to your heat, Victoria returned to circling your clit with her thumb. Kissing away your tears, she inserted two fingers back into you and continued pressing at your g-spot. Your body practically melted into hers as she rubbed on your nub, getting you closer to your orgasm. You looked angelic, and Victoria's heart soared at the sight of you, so vulnerable and so open just for her. She loved seeing you like this.

"I'm g-gonna c-um. I'm gonna cum!" you breathed out, turning your head towards Vic's to connect your lips, even for a brief second.

"I know, darling, just let go. I've got you," she kissed away your tears, not stopping her movements. Your body tensed, and you knew you were seconds away from an orgasm of a century. With a final rub on your clit and a kiss on your neck, you came hard. Your climax washed over you like a tsunami, almost making you scream. Your mind went blank as your legs started shaking, clear juices squirting from your pussy, only to be collected by Victoria's skillful fingers and brought to her lips. You held your breath as she kept on rubbing your heat, helping you ride out your orgasm. All the tears had been kissed away by your girlfriend, who made sure you got the best experience.

When your breath evened out, you turned to the side, putting your head on her shoulder, your hand searching for hers to hold. The girl's fingers found yours as she brought them to her lips, kissing them lightly. Letting you cuddle up against her body, she hummed and brushed through your hair, untangling it for you. Vic looked at you, admiring your figure and taking notice of all the hickeys that she had given you.

"Come on," she whispered after a couple of minutes, "let's take a shower and get you cleaned up."

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