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hxllfires-gifs · 1 year ago
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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.
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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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capuletoo · 2 years ago
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Blue Valentine — Thomas Raggi
—note: it’s been so since i wrote something for måneskin…please please request something because i wanna write for them but have no ideas
—TW: stealing hehe, fluff | thomas raggi x fem!reader
—summary: After a party the reader meets a boy with a motorcycle
—words: 1.3k
THE WORDS IN ITALICS ARE LYRICS OF THE SONG ‘BETWEEN THE BARS’ BY ELLIOTT SMITH
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You end up leaving with regret. You don't want to go back to the party. In addition, the effects of alcohol are beginning to dissipate: You tremble with cold and your head throws you atrociously. Arms crossed in a vain attempt to comfort and venture randomly into the street. There are not even cats, it seems that you are alone. Footsteps resonate in silence.
“Drink up baby,
stay up all night with the things you could do,
you won't but you might…”
You take the opportunity to sing, just to warm up.
“The potential you be that you never see,
the promises you'll only make. Drink up one more time,
and forget all about the pressure of days.
Do what I say and I'll make you okay,
I'll drive away the images stuck in your head…”
The coolness of the street and the dull noise of cars in the distance take a weight off your shoulders. You feel strangely lighter. Maybe because you are far away from the party, or perhaps because you're disappointed.
“People you've been before that you don't want around anymore…” A second voice is added to yours. “They push each other and won't bend to your will, I'll keep them still.”
The voice is clear and suave. You immediately turn around to see a slender silhouette wedged against a black motorcycle a few metres away. Same black shirt that reads joy division same face. He's the boy with the red chipped guitar
“You have a pretty voice” he compliments. “Why didn't you go on stage earlier?”
“I don't sing in public.” You bite your lower lip, unsure of his intentions. After all, you don't know him.
“It's a shame.” He detaches himself from the machine and advances nonchalantly a few steps, hands in his pockets.
“I didn't hear you with the noise there was,” you said.
“I know, it was hell, we couldn't play.” You remembered how his bandmates were angry at everyone, voices louder than the strings of the guitar, the bass.
“Are there many of you?” You say, trying to convince him that you didn't really pay attention to the small improvised stage, but you remembered every face that was up there with him.
“Yeah, I have bandmates”
“Oh, so you're a real artist?” He smiles and seems to understand a joke that escapes.
“Not you?” It's your turn to smile.
“ It´s not my field.”
“I would say that…” He tilts his head and pretends to think. “Are you writing?”
You nod your head and then sniff. The freshness is starting to feel serious, if you don't go home soon, you'll get cold. “What betrayed me?”
“I don't know, I guessed it as soon as I saw you.” He says and glances back at his motorcycle. “How do you get home?” He asks without giving up his half-smile, a child's smile.
A sigh leaves your lips. “I'm supposed to spend the night with a friend, my father is coming to pick me up in the morning” a tone so bleak that he raises his eyebrows.
“Did you leave the party early?”
“I was fed up.” You rub the floor with the tip of your boot. “It's only one o'clock in the morning.”
Your gazes meet, and you can already tell the next question he's about to ask, and you already know the answer you would give him.
“Do you want to go for a ride?
[...]
The wind caressed your cheek and dragged the scent of his jacket. A fragrance, both intriguing and luxurious, you could recognize the notes of wood.
As you held him by the waist, the engine roared to life, and the motorcycle surged forward , carrying you both into the night. The cool breeze whipped against your face, ruffling your hair and awakening your senses. The city lights straked past, creating a blur of colors.
On his back you could feel the vibrations of the mototcycle beneath you, the ehythmic rumble resonating through your body. It was a thrilling sensation. Yet, being with him, it felt oddly liberating.
Your breath feels upside down, it makes you forget that you have no idea where he is taking you, forget that you don't know the time he will bring you back. Everything is fine, for the moment. You want to laugh, dance and sing. The feeling of speed reminds you of cycling without hands when you were younger.
When we descend, the stars are reflected on the river that runs along Verona. Thomas - that's his name - takes a bottle of white wine out of the trunk of his motorcycle. So you walk in the cool night, bottle in hand. He doesn't think about the small size for a wine or the fact that you don't drink. He doesn't tease you, he's not heavy like all the others are. He drinks quietly, from time to time, observes and listens and you imitate him.
Most of the noise comes from the nearby cafes and bars.
He proposes that we rent a boat to cross the river. I accept but warn him that you don't know how to swim. He makes no remarks, he is not surprised. And even if you knew how to, you doubt that there will be people renting at this hour.
“I will save you if you fall, " he just answers by catching the oars on each side of the gondola. There’s no one there. You can’t help the feeling of stealing.
So you sail on the shore. The noise of the city fades and the crickets are singing. Fireflies appear. They form dozens of small lights that are all reflected in Thomas' eyes. His eyes whose intensity is close to the abyss. You don't see the end. It's beautiful, it's undeniable.
He is calm too, and his half smile is similar to that of a child. You have never seen anyone like this boy before. His smell embalmed the air again and you want to fill your lungs with it. He is still stoned, which dilates his pupils in an exaggerated way. He begins to hum a melody and the sound of his voice transports you elsewhere.
“Are you writing song right now?” He asks suddenly.
“It happens sometimes” You said, keeping your eyes closed.
“Give me a title you wrote.” His voice is getting closer.
“Blue Valentine.”
“I love it” His breath is mentholated and your eyelids remain closed. “What is it about?”
Now you feel him distinctly, his smell. It surrounds you like a halo, you bathe right in it: you are in Paradise. And the sound of his voice, it is almost made up of material, you can almost feel it.
“From a slightly chaotic girl. Of a love that is not enough.” You refuse to open your eyes, you don't know why, you have the impression that they are welded. His face on yours. A warm breath hugs your cheeks. You feel it very close, very close.
“And what is the last verse?” He moves his lips while talking, and touches yours.
“The bread will be my redemption.” His lips gently and voluptuously crush on yours. You can feel a smile and wonder if it's about the kiss or if he's making fun of the last verse.
An electric current runs through and gently ignites. His lips are delicately sweet. The contact does not last more than a second but it is enough to turn your head. Colors dance under your eyelids, his mouth is like two petals. He marries mine perfectly. So perfect that it's almost unreal.
Your eyes are open: he is only a few centimeters from you and his look is so intense that you feel something melting. His face is too perfect, he's too close, you are going to erupt. His blonde locks, his smell is too stunning, even his Adam's apple seems to make you look.
Without a word, Thomas leans in once again, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the electric embrace. It feels like a spark igniting a fire within you, a rush of emotions surging through your veins.
As the kiss lingers, you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body. It's not just the physical contact but also the emotional connection that seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. In this moment, you forget about the regrets and disappointments of the party.
When you finally break apart, a sense of exhilaration and wonder lingers in the air. You both catch your breath, your eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes. The electric energy continues to crackle between you, fueling an unspoken desire for more.
Who is this boy and what is he doing? You look at each other like this for several seconds that seem endless. And finally you put a word about the sensation that passes through you: electric.
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multiphandommess · 1 year ago
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Meeting For The First Time - Chapter 1 - Vic's GF
Vic's gf meets the rest of Måneskin for the first time
3rd - POV
Victoria De Angelis met Eva during Måneskin’s month vacation in LA. Eva lived and worked in the city as a filmmaker and actor. Vic quickly fell in love and even though they lived miles away in different timezones, they called and FaceTimed each other daily as well as hundreds of texts sent all of the time. Naturally, this made the other members extremely curious about why Vic went out of the room to answer calls, always texting, and smiling at her phone. She was still like herself, but there were a few things that felt weird to the guys. A couple of weeks after their relationship went fully long-distance, she finally told the boys the reason behind her strange behavior. They were very happy for her but now they were bugging her about meeting her girlfriend.
After over 4 months of dating, Vic got a text from Eva saying that she would be in Europe for film festivals, most notably the Venice Film Fest. This meant she would be in Italy and was planning to take a couple of weeks off to spend time with Victoria. Vic jumped at the opportunity and offered for Eva to stay at the Måneskin house so that she could meet the rest of the band and they could stay in the same household to help make up for lost time. Eva agreed and Vic offered to pick her up from the train station. When Vic told the rest of the band that Eva was coming to stay with them, the boys were all excited to finally see the person that Vic had fallen for in such a short time.
A few weeks later, in early September, the day after the film festival, Eva was on the train to Rome. As she got off the train, she looked around for Victoria. However, the bassist beat her to it. A body collided with hers and she looked down to see the blonde bangs and blue eyes of her girlfriend staring back at her.
“Buongiorno, mi bella! I missed you,” Vic exclaimed into Eva’s shoulder.
“Hi, darling. I missed you too! How are you?” Eva replied, wrapping her arms around Vic, pulling her in closer, and topping it off with a kiss. “How’s the new album coming?” Eva asked.
“It’s going well. We have about half of it done. Are you ready to meet the guys?” Vic replied.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I think,” Eva said. Vic walked them over to her car, they got in and started making their way to the Måneskin house.
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lovemomhatepolice · 4 months ago
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NO NUT NOVEMBER 24’
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starting today, daily stories will appear here to celebrate No Nut November! if you have any ideas for a chapter, please send me inbox, I hope you like it :) fandoms that will appear here - formula 1, harry potter, maneskin and outer banks, as well as footballers
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1. nswf alphabet drew starkey (part 2) 2. nswf alphabet jude bellingham (part 2) 3. 31' [drew starkey] 4. nswf alphabet jj maybank (part 1) 5. nswf alphabet max verstappen (part 1) 6. i'll make it fit [rafe cameron] 7. slice of paradise [lando norris] 8. nswf alphabet draco malfoy (part 1) 9. cravings [carlos sainz jr] 10. between your thighs [jj maybank] 11. nswf alphabet oscar piastri (part 2) 12. steam [mattheo riddle] 13. gladiator [charles leclerc] 14. nswf alphabet lewis hamilton (part 1) 15. lost match [jude bellingham] 16. nswf alphabet max verstappen (part 2) 17. nswf alphabet jj maybank (part 2) 18. (my) world champion [max verstappen] 19. silk robe [theodore nott]
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filthforfriends · 2 years ago
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finally linked this is my second masterlist
thinking today about being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well
okay but what if she borrowed your lipstick too so the whole damn gig your eyes keeping wandering to where she standing. watching her watch you while wearing your lipstick. And you're trying not to get distracted but...Has she wiped it off? Does everyone know it's your lipstick? Why didn't she get a lipstick else where? That had to be flirting.
These things are always last minute so what if you were finishing going over the lighting cues and hear someone call "Vic from Maneskin just got here a couple minutes ago" with a laugh because they know you have a crush. So now you're just trying not to spontaneously combust because yeah, you'd met before. But it was brief and theres no way she remembers, right? right?
Vic likes her bass much higher in the mix than most bassists so she'd be there at sound check that way everything goes smoothly on stage. A stage hand is tuning her bass while she squatted down, one hand on the mixing board, the other holding a drink, oh so effortless. Is she wearing anything besides a thong under that skirt? nope. stop staring stopstaringstopstaring
Her sunglasses are up on her head, and pulling her hair back so you can appreciate all the shades of natural blond. Her face is devoid of makeup. "Found your purse," someone her calls, walking onto the stage and dropping her bag. Vic glances up before you can pretend not to be staring. Instead of a dirty look, she gives you a secret smile.
"Hey, thank you!" she yells over her shoulder. Victoria turns towards you, and in a much different tone says. "Hey babe, why didn't you text me after the Clive Davis party?" You feel your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and out your ass. "Sorry! I didn't -- I didn't have your number! You didn't, um"
"I'm kidding," she laughs, mischievous smile absolutely radiant. Well so much for not remembering you. She groans while reaching for her purse then Victoria scoots to the edge of the stage so she can jump down. It's about a three foot distance and she's wearing thigh high heels (god help you)
"Wait, wait," you call jogging to the edge of the stage. Victoria smiles like she expected this response and throws back the rest of her drink, wincing at the sharp taste liquor. "Ughh, ew, okay." Before you can ask if she wants a lift down, Victoria's hands are on your shoulders and she scoots off the edge, into your arms. You try to grab her hips, but as you set her on the venue floor, they slide up onto her ribcage.
"Thank you," she chirps. When you let go she doesn't pull her top down or skirt. like she wants you to resist straining for a peek of something. Vic starts rifling through her purse and you're standing so close the canvas fabric is also brushing against you. "Uh, sorry, trying to find my fucking lipstick but I forgot it. Did you know I have a fucking scar from when Ethan hit me in the face with his drumstick?"
"Well you could borrow mine?" Vic's goes on her tip toes, getting closer to your face like she's gonna kiss you. you hold your breath as her eyes fall to your lips. "Yeah, I like this shade," she agrees, pulling back.
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writersblockiskillingme · 1 year ago
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Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).
I’m in my delusional era
Only Angel | Damiano David
Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)
Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.
Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)
Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!
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I saw this angel
I really saw an angel
Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see
That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me
I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth
And there's nothing I can do about it
Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.
She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.
His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.
As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.
Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.
She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.
Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.
He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.
"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.
"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.
"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.
And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.
Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door
I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor
Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short
But I think that's what I like about it
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.
At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.
They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.
They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.
However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.
Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.
"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"
"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"
Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.
The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.
One night stands.
They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?
Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.
The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.
I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine
As I went about my business through the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time
And there's nothing we can do about it
Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.
So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.
Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.
"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."
"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"
"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.
"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"
She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.
"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.
"I don't know what to say, Damiano."
"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.
"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."
"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."
"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.
"And why is that, angel."
"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."
That's all he needed.
Told it to her brother and she told it to me
That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see
When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it
Hey, hey
His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.
"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."
"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.
His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.
"Arch your back for me, angel."
She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.
"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.
"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"
"Ah- I-"
"Do they!?"
"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"
She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.
"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."
She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.
He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.
"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"
"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.
"Good girl."
He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.
She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.
On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.
For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.
So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.
"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.
"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"
Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.
"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.
"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.
The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.
"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
My-my-my only angel
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taste-your-silhouette · 2 years ago
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Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams
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Pairings: Vic De Angelis xfem!reader
Contents: Fluff, SMUT
Summary: You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.
Words: ~2276
A/N: Firstly, English isn't my native language, so pleeease forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. It's my first fanfiction, but I've planned it so so so much and I sincerely hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!
"Well, she is..." A torrent of reminiscences flooded your mind, evoking memories of your youthful days, your time together in high school, and the challenging battles you fought to progress in your careers, always finding each other and nurturing your affection whenever circumstances permitted. "the love of my life."
In that poignant moment, it felt as though the air itself froze in your lungs, while a profound chill coursed through your entire being, setting your stomach aflutter.
"So, enlighten us on the factors contributing to your current state of not being together," the interviewer probed.
"We're constantly in each other's company, you know, whenever we can orchestrate it," you responded with a chuckle. "We're currently living the pinnacle of our lives, I mean, career-wise, you know? Måneskin is rocking it worldwide and I've got a TV series and two movies in the pipeline. It's quite a juggling act. Therefore, we're doing our utmost, just going with the flow."
You and the journalist continued to engage in lively discussions covering various topics, including your professional journey and the prospects of your upcoming projects. However, it was the part about your personal life that made you the most jittery. You had openly professed your love for Victoria in an interview for one of the biggest magazines in the world. Not that you both had never expressed your feelings for each other before, but this was different.
"What is the projected publication date for the article?" you inquired of the journalist.
"In a fortnight. Why do you ask? Regretting any of your statements?" she inquired, with a touch of suspicion yet clandestinely relishing the notion of your potential regret.
"Oh, not in the slightest," you responded, chuckling. "Simply curious."
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"Guess who's rocking the cover of Rolling Stone!" your publicist burst into the dressing room, where you were getting ready for a TV show.
"Finally!" You widened your eyes and asked for a moment to quickly skim through the article. Of all the topics discussed, the focal point inevitably became your heartfelt declaration of love for Victoria, as though you had never before professed your love to her.
As you read snippets of the article, your phone rang, and a snapshot of you and Vic materialized with her name.
"Ciao cuore mio," you enthusiastically answered the call.
"So, am I really the love of your life?" Vic responded, her smile palpable.
"Did you read the magazine? I forewarned you, they would exploit it shamelessly, akin to treasure seekers lusting after gold."
"I only read the parts that piqued my interest, obviously. You look absolutely hot in the photoshoot they did. I want a poster of each of those pictures to plaster on the ceiling of every hotel I stay at during our tour." You struggle to contain your laughter, but it's futile.
You both shared a laugh for a moment. You needed to get back to doing your makeup, but hearing Victoria's voice was so invigorating. You missed her immensely.
"I wanna see you. It's been far too long since our last encounter, I can't bear it any longer," Victoria whispered the final sentence, sending shivers down your spine.
You were aware that the band was in the midst of their tour, so if you didn't go to meet her, you wouldn't be able to see each other.
"I have a recording session today, but I'm available all weekend. Where will you be?"
"Hmmm, we'll be passing through Germany. We have a concert in Berlin today and another in Cologne tomorrow. I'll have Sunday free. Fancy a little adventure around Germany?"
"Only if I have a backstage pass for the concert in Cologne."
"You always do, Y/N," Victoria replied confidently.
"Deal, now I have to go, I'm running terribly late. See you there."
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At 7pm, you strolled into the dressing room accompanied by the security guards. Vic, Thomas and Ethan were gathered in a room adorned with an array of intriguing items, and serendipitously, you entered just as Victoria enveloped Thomas from behind, insinuating an intimate encounter. The vibrant energy exuded in that moment reignited a sense of belonging within you.
"I can't believe I made it to this amazing gathering!" You exclaim boisterously, bursting into laughter.
"Now the Måneskin is complete!" Thomas bellows, thrusting his hands into the air as he approaches to embrace you.
"Mia cara amica Y/N, I saved some slices of pizza for you," Ethan chimes in, hugging you while holding his drumsticks.
Damiano appears, shouting something incomprehensible, and in an instant, you find yourself on his shoulders.
"She's the love of my life," Damiano exclaims, mimicking your voice and bursting into laughter. "I've loved her ever since I grasped the true meaning of love. So much love for her!"
You close your eyes and burst into laughter as Damiano playfully mocks you, creating a nostalgic atmosphere where you all feel like carefree teenagers once again.
Suddenly, Victoria appears, perched atop Ethan's shoulders, mirroring your playful stance. You lock eyes, and in that moment, the world seems to stand still, leaving only the two of you. Having been apart for several months, every reunion is an explosion of emotions. One particular phrase she shared with you after a year-long separation still resonates: "I wanna swim between your thighs” Not long after that, Victoria confessed that, inspired by the night you spent together, she wrote "For Your Love" in just 20 minutes.
Your train of thought was abruptly halted when Damiano playfully released you, allowing Victoria to seize your face with both hands. With a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, she examined your features before planting a passionate kiss on your lips.
Regrettably, the kiss was short-lived, as they needed to take the stage. You accompanied them backstage, assisting Damiano and Thomas with their attire. When you approached Victoria to lend a hand, she awaited you with a radiant smile.
"I promise, once we're finished, I'll be completely devoted to you," she pledged, punctuating her words with one final kiss before donning her blazer.
"Oh, baby, rest assured, I'll be right here, hungrily devouring every captivating moment of the concert, my desires ignited by your mesmerizing performance."
"Mmm, I can feel the exhilaration coursing through my veins, knowing that this time, those deliciously naughty cravings will surpass your wildest imagination and materialize into an intoxicating reality."
She gave you a mischievous grin and, before turning towards the stage, playfully blew you an air kiss.
The concert was absolutely mind-blowing. The four of them were rocking it harder than ever, and your heart swelled with pride, having been there since their very first dream of starting a band and supporting them through every phase. Whenever Victoria had a chance to come backstage, she would shower you with passionate kisses, leaving you breathless.
By the end of the concert, they were buzzing with energy.
"You guys were fucking amazing!! I love you so much, I missed you!"
"We missed you too!" Ethan shouted over the roaring crowd, and Thomas nodded in agreement.
"Now that you're a big-shot actress, it's rare to see you tagging along to concerts with us," teased Damiano, laughing and tousling his hair. "But enough with this drama, I know you and Victoria are burning up inside. So go on, go head to the hotel and have a blast!"
"Next time, I'll bring Giorgia along so you won't be bored out of your mind, alright?"
We were teasing each other while Victoria changed outfits, and when she emerged in a different ensemble from the one she wore on stage, you, Damiano, and Thomas attempted to mimic a challenging dance move Thomas had seen on TikTok. Ethan, on the other hand, dared you to perform the same dance while he evaluated and gave it a rating.
As soon as you laid eyes on her, she looked absolutely stunning, even more down-to-earth than she did just moments ago on stage.
"Alright, enough fooling around, I've won, and my prize is Victoria. See you later." You halted the dance, approached Victoria, and planted a kiss on her lips.
🎸
You hop into an Uber to head back to the hotel, chatting away during the ride. Conversation has never been an issue for you both—you always have so much to catch up on since your lives are jam-packed, leaving little time for heart-to-heart talks.
"Last week, I was in Paris, did you catch that? Y/N, I stumbled upon this incredible restaurant that we absolutely have to try together. It's right up your alley, with all your favorite things. The whole time I was there, I couldn't stop thinking about you," she confessed.
"Was that the day you called me, and I couldn't pick up?"
"Yes, exactly! I just wanted to hear your voice. Sometimes it sucks being so far away from you," she replied, her gaze lowered as her hand gently glided up your thighs.
"We've arrived," the driver announces, and you step out of the car.
The moments leading up to entering Victoria's hotel room were a whirlwind for you, consumed by thoughts of indulging in every inch of her captivating form.
As soon as she locked the door behind you, her eyes locked onto yours, a potent mix of desire and admiration shining through. You yearned for her, craving her presence in every imaginable way. With a seductive grin, Vic shrugged off her jacket, revealing a tantalizing hint of her confidence. Closing the distance between you, she extended her hand and deftly slipped the coat off her shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
"Now you're all mine," she whispered, pressing her lips against your exposed shoulders, playfully nibbling at your neck.
"And you're all mine, just us here," you whispered, your voice laced with possessiveness and adoration. With a gentle caress, you twirled a strand of her hair around your finger, relishing in its silky touch against your skin. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a uniquely intimate bond.
With a daring move, she firmly grasped your hips, asserting her dominance. In one swift motion, she pressed you against the wall, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. A surge of anticipation shot through you as your back met the unyielding surface.
Driven by a heady mix of desire and control, her hands began their ascent. One arm encircled you possessively, drawing you closer, while the other embarked on a tantalizingly slow journey, inching higher and higher. The tension mounted, testing your patience, until at last, she cupped your breast, igniting a surge of pleasure that rippled through your entire being.
Vic pulled back her hands with a mischievous grin.
"Not yet," she said, slowly stepping backward toward her bed, still holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you.
She undressed you completely, leaving you completely naked. A triumphant smirk played on her lips as she pushed you onto the bed, delighting in the sight of her breasts bouncing.
"I missed you so much," she whispered.
Crawling on top of you, she captured your wrists, trapping you beneath her. Her lips crashed against yours, trailing down to your chin and neck. She ravished your skin, sucking and nibbling, leaving a trail of moist kisses in her path. Then, with purposeful motion, she positioned her knee between your thighs, pressing it against your moist center. A gasp escaped her lips as you instinctively moved your hips forward.
She showered your body with kisses, leaving love bites on your sides, hips, and thighs. Her gentle touch caressed your heated skin, sending shivers of delight through your body. Vic reveled in teasing you, savoring the sound of your moans. At last, she focused her attention on your most sensitive areas, her mischievous grin fueling your excitement.
Her fingers embarked on a tantalizing dance, teasing your folds and stroking your clit. As she slid two fingers inside you, she lowered her face, nestling it between your thighs. Vic's warm breath against your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With deliberate slowness, she lavished your clit with a long, languid lick, her tongue pressing firmly against it. Your moans filled the air as you instinctively reached out, tangling your fingers in her blonde locks, pulling her closer to you.
Vic increased the speed of her fingers, skillfully exploring every inch of her pulsating pussy, creating a symphony of juicy, tantalizing sounds. She eagerly sucked on your clit, simultaneously thrusting her fingers in and out with rapidity. The intensity heightened, your muscles tensing, and your body edging closer to the precipice. You couldn't help but let out loud moans, the pleasure intensifying within you.
And then it happened. Your climax crashed over you like a wild wave, and you couldn't suppress the loud scream that escaped your lips. Waves of ecstasy engulfed you as you experienced the euphoric release.
Vic continued to bestow attention on your sensitive folds, indulging in a few more licks of your pussy before planting a gentle kiss on your thigh, a silent sign of satisfaction.
"I missed you so, so much," she whispered, her mouth and chin still glistening, soaked with anticipation.
"Well, now it's my turn..." you whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you pulled her down, aligning your eyes with hers.
You pressed your lips against hers in a passionate kiss, and then shifted on top of her, reversing roles. This time, you took the lead and embarked on fulfilling her deepest desires, transporting her to euphoric heights just as she had done for you.
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artbyace · 2 years ago
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victoria de angelis gives me major fem sirius if they were in a band vibes
like. the poses. the outfits. the vibes. the energy. the star on the bass. everything.
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fifi-goes-to-hollywood · 1 year ago
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What if Jance kid had a performance at school? Would they rehearse with the kid? Would they help them make the outfit? Would they go see it?
In my verse their child picks up guitar relatively early, but chooses bass and starts playing when they’re around 7/8 yo. Set the timeline here when kiddo is 10 yo and has their first public performance
First of all, they would be so proud of their child! But performance means sometimes stress (especially for the child, who plays for a some time and debuts on the bigger stage) and between rehearsing together there is stress (bordering on a panic). With the support of dads everything comes easier. Patience and calm is the key. And jamming together also helps a lot.
The performance day - stress, lots of stress. They’re crying of stress while picking an outfit and dads are there to help with everything, showering them with affirmations and hugs.
Before the performance they got the coolest tip a promising bassist can get: “Imagine you’re Vic and you’re slaying the gig. Just like her”
(yes their child is Måneskin fan and Vic girlie)
And they drive together to the school and everything goes perfectly. Dads are beaming with pride, seeing how their boo is nailing the song!
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wh0r3-for-older-men · 2 years ago
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I really wanna write some more fanfiction but I’m currently in the process of transitioning between obsessions but it currently seems like I'm stuck between the two of them? And the problem is I don't have the motivation to write for the first one but don't know enough yet to write for the second one. It's so frustrating. So I mean I'll force myself to write for the first one but only if people request. (Maneskin btw please request)
What I might do is write some short ones or some preferences and post those to get more people to request. Honestly though, it's so hot right now (32-34 degrees celsius) and my brain is mushed because I'm not accustomed to this heat. I’m going home in four days though but unfortunately I won’t have time to write because I’m going out with friends and also I’m gonna be studying (for exams) because I currently have three Es (i think it’s that) and really want to actually go to college.
As well as the fact that I managed to go this whole time just tanning and then somehow sunburnt so goddamn bad I look like a tomato. I’m going to try and write through the year but my entire schedule is prolly gonna be school —> home —> studying then on weekends a mix between studying and going out and to gigs and stuff.
Anyways i've been working on my italian (yes ik i should already be able to speak it but my nonni gave up ok) and I can still barely speak it. My comprehension is defo better though.
Anyways, buongiorno/ goodbyeee (not a direct translation btw)
also im begging u guys to please request so i can give you content
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mshalfemptygirl · 2 years ago
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GUYYYYYYSSSSSSSS  🤯 🤯 🤯 I GONNA SEE MÅNESKIN ON NOVEMBER 3RD AAAAAAAAAAAA OMG I CAN’T BELIVE THAT I GONNA SEE THEM AND ALSO SING THE SONGS IT’S FEELS LIKE A DREAM IM SO READY FOR RUSH WORLD TOUR  💞 💞 💞  THEY ARE SO HOT IM DYING  🥵 🥵 🥵
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pjisskullourful · 8 months ago
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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼
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⏰Damiano × reader
part 27 [series masterpost]
NSFW🚨 nasty shit, the word nut makes an appearance in a way that has nothing to do with food
° Damiano David/female reader insert ✨ cameos by Victoria De Angelis, Ethan Torchio & Thomas Raggi
wordcount:: 13,492
° wonderfully requested by the wonderful @vittoriaisfuckingpathetic 💋 i’m imagining stained sheets!damiano backstage at a må show with the reader [...] the point is !!time limit!! and damiano says to the reader “you’ve got about four minutes, kitty. either you cum now or you don’t get to at all later,” whilst fingering her. a delicious idea to spend time on! thankyou!!
° [ITA:] cazzo: fuck
° none of the lyrics included belong to me!
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Australia may have been the furthest you had ever been from home. You had some vacation days saved up at work, cashing them in to join this part of the world tour. The flight had felt torturously long, but it had been worth it. You and Damiano had taken the touristy photos with koalas, kangaroos and other native animals. You had even gotten some time at the beach, feeling just how warm it could get here.
But it wasn't just about sightseeing and going to vintage clothing stores. Your boyfriend was busy, there were sell-out concerts he had to deliver at.
You had spent an extra stretch of time in bed at your Sydney hotel room, staying asleep while he left for sound check. At dinner last night, you had enjoyed a few too many cocktails with the distinctive name Porn Star Martini. When you didn't have work to worry about the following day, and you had a tour company paying for everything, you found it nearly impossible to not indulge. There were photos of you ruddy-cheeked and pulling down the V-neck of your dress to attest to this. There had even been a part of the night where you had tried to wear Damiano's shirt with him, your heads poking out of the same hole, bodies smushed together.
You were awake by the time he came back to the hotel to collect you. You were dressed and sitting on the floor, in front of a mirror to apply your makeup. You sipped on an iced coffee, getting yourself ready for all the excitement that (still) came from attending a show.
He had been pacing around the room behind you, talking about nothing in particular for a while. Before he paused and seemed to become focused. “I should shower, but should I have a cigarette before or after?”
You scoffed sarcastically. “There's never just one ‘after shower' cigarette with you. You're gonna have a bunch tonight, regardless of when you take a shower.”
“It's part of my artistic process.” He said and you laughed with more sarcasm. “Certainly you're not questioning my artistic process, are you?”
“Oh, most assuredly not. I was just thinking about my artistic process, this makeup doesn't just apply itself. And part of my process is to be given pet bunnies, so many of them.” You said.
He rolled his eyes. “Right, bunnies.”
“Are you questioning my artistic process?” You asked.
“No, no, no.” He said as he crouched down next to you, your eyes meeting in the reflection. “But I do have a question about your process…”
“Mm-hmm, which is?”
His eyes left the mirror, now looking at the side of your face. “At what stage of your process do you get in the shower with me?”
“Alright, I've just powdered on top of my concealer, so… um, never. There is no space in my process for that.” You said, continuing on with your makeup.
“Babe…”
“I’m already doing my makeup, getting it all washed off in the shower now would be such a waste. And I wanna look good for tonight, for you.” You tried to reason with him.
He rested his head on your shoulder, exaggerating disappointment. “But I'm gonna be naked in there.”
“You'll be naked out here, too.” You said. “I know what I'm giving up, and I'm at peace with it.”
He sighed then dropped the dramatic act. “Okay, I don’t understand your decision, but I’ll respect it.” He raised his head, looking at you as he pouted both lips out. You accepted this silent invitation, turning your head so you could kiss him quickly. After this he stood up and you went back to your makeup.
He seemed to get lost in his own thoughts, which slowed him down in the process of removing his clothes. He picked up his phone, tapping at the screen as he pushed his pants down with one hand. You kept your mouth shut against any teasing or sarcastic comments, trying to not become another distraction.
“... should sing that Jet song in the shower, I still don’t think I’ve got the lyrics one hundred percent.” He said of the cover track that was a region-exclusive of the show’s running order.
“That’s a good idea.”
He nodded decisively and looked up to orientate himself toward the suite’s bathroom. “Yep, sound check just for you.”
With the door shut and the water running, his voice didn’t come through very clearly. As you sculpted your eyebrows into the shape you wanted, you couldn’t pick out any of the words he was singing. And you didn’t know the Australian rock song well enough that you could recognise the tempo - you just assumed that he was singing it correctly.
Until he finished in the shower and opened the door, letting you hear each word as he sang it. It was a song you had heard more than once last night, not because he would be performing it tonight. But because Ethan had gotten it stuck in his head.
“Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama…” He wasn’t singing with all of the power his voice box held. “Get up on the floor and move your booty, mama…”
“Still?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to where he was towelling his naked body off. “It’s still stuck in your head?”
He nodded as he kept his spot in the Black Eyed Peas song. “We the blast mast’as…”
The old track had been brought up during dinner last night. A song in the restaurant’s playlist had reminded Ethan of it, but he hadn’t been able to remember its name. Almost everyone sitting around the large table had tried to help him in the task of recalling the title. The easiest place to begin was with the lyrics, but all he could remember was a moment of Fergie singing ‘la-la la-la-la’.
It hadn’t been a quick process of elimination, but eventually the desired result was reached: Hey Mama, it had been a top ten hit.
But not everyone was sure they had heard it. So Ethan went up to the bar, seeing if it could be played soon. When the staff had confirmed it, he thanked and tipped them.
You hadn’t recognised the party song. Victoria knew it and remembered how short Fergie’s skirt had been in the accompanying music video.
There had been some humorous misunderstandings of lyrics. So Ethan had gone back, asking them to play it again, allowing him and a couple of the others to check what they heard against what the online results said.
“I heard it three times last night, what do you expect?” Damiano asked.
The third play had come as your party were preparing to leave the restaurant, the staff doing this of their own volition. One of the team’s assistants, Gianna, had pointed out that this could have been prompted by the fact that tipping wasn’t commonplace in Australia. Ethan providing money with his request may have been a big deal to the staff, prompting them to be more generous with the amount of plays.
Damiano had been sporadically singing snippets of the song to you in the time since the restaurant. But now it seemed that he planned to sing more than just a few lines. And you couldn’t help getting distracted by it. There was a smile on your face as you lowered the small brush, giving more attention to this impromptu, naked show.
He saw you watching and put some more purpose into his movements. This was only a fraction of the energy he would charm the audience with tonight - but it was more than enough to keep you engaged. He had begun smiling, too.
He jumped to be side-on to you, showing you how he matched the swinging of his hips to the next lyric. “...to shake your bum-bum-ah. Come on now, mama.”
You shook your head a little. “I believe that the lyric was actually bam-bam-a.”
“And what the Hell is that?” He asked. “I’m going to sing it my way, which means I’m singing about bum. Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
He wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking a corner down to keep it in place for the time being. With his shoulders, he did a little shimmy as he took some measured steps around the end of the bed, getting closer to you.
“We the blast mast’as…” He sang. He held your eye in the reflection as some exaggerated swinging of his hips accompanied the steps that delivered him to the space behind you. “...blastin’ up the jamm’a.”
He pointed one finger directly down at you and luckily you knew what he wanted, not embarrassing yourself. You sang at about half the volume he had been singing at. “La-la la-la-la.”
He wasn’t entirely still, making you think that the song continued to play in his mind. “I definitely did not learn the verses.” You laughed to yourself as you picked up your powder, ready to set the work you had done on your brows. “But there’s another part I do know…”
You were trying to not give him so much encouragement. You couldn’t stand the thought of being part of the reason for him not running on time for the show. As much as you were entertained by him, you wouldn’t let the priorities get muddled up. You dipped your brush into the powder, your eyes beginning to travel away from him for brief moments.
His dramatic pause ended with him raising both arms above his head. “The pre-chorus.”
He put his hands together, reaching over to the right. At the same time he jutted his left hip even further out to this side. As he started to sing again, he alternated from side-to-side, his movements fast and well-coordinated. From what you could recall of the beat, he was matching it.
“Now y’all know, who we are. Y’all know, we the stars…”
His next energetic movement made you forget about pressing more powder over the dark colours of your brow. He performed a smooth body-roll to the right. At the same time he lowered one of his hands, licking the tips of his fingers. This was then swiped down and across his nipple, keeping the smile firmly on your face.
“How we rockin’ it, girl. Without bodyguards…”
Before he could reach the next chorus, you were working more consistently on your makeup. You noticed him gathering up the bottom of the towel, but you didn’t try to anticipate what he would do next, just picking up your eyeshadow primer instead.
You got the applicator out of the component, but you didn’t have the chance to touch it to your skin. Things got suddenly darker and you felt something soft pressing against your face, thanks to him throwing part of the towel (which was still attached to him) over your head.
“...dance to the drummer.”
“Damiano.” You snapped, automatically looking up. When this didn’t give you much, you started reaching for the white towel. “Goddamnit…”
“What?” He asked, acting at being oblivious. “Is this not part of your process?”
You were aware of the back of your hand brushing against his cock. But you didn’t let this distract you from your goal of getting free of the towel. You yanked the soft fabric away from your face, stripping it from him in the process.
“Can’t you hold your chaos in until I've finished my makeup?” You asked, meeting his eyes in the mirror again. “Then I’ll play and we can fool around to your heart’s content.”
He picked the towel up, slinging it over his shoulder without a shred of modesty. “I don’t really know why you’re bothering, you’re just going to sweat all of that off before the end of the night.”
You scoffed. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”
“Okay, I was actually referring to the temperature.” He said.
“When are you going to learn to believe in the magic of setting spray?” You asked.
“We could see about sweating it off another way, if you would like, babe.” He said, beginning to run his fingers through your hair.
“Oh yeah, that song just seduced me so much.” You said sarcastically, dabbing the primer onto your eyelids one at a time.
The change in his smile was only subtle, but you had seen it enough to recognise it.
“Can we have a little play right now?” He asked. “I’ll let you finish your makeup, I promise. But I’m feeling like maybe some special Daddy-kitten time is part of my process tonight.”
You weren’t entirely surprised by this proposal (maybe you should have been expecting it since his request to get you in the shower). You had been too drunk upon returning to the hotel last night, sex hadn’t been any kind of option.
You tilted your phone to check the time, not letting yourself give in very much yet. “Won’t that make us late? I don’t want to delay everyone else’s night. You act like it’s nothing, but I know it stresses you out when you run behind for stuff as important as this.” He listened to you, not waiting to butt in. “I’m just trying to be responsible and help out future-Damiano.”
“You’re a good girl. But we don’t have to be late. If we don’t do a whole production, we can meet everyone as soon as the car arrives.” He said, still playing with your hair.
You noticed how he neglected to mention any further time allocated to you doing your makeup. But his determination was so compelling, how could you stand up to that? And did you even want to?
“Do you promise that we won’t be late for the car?” You asked, picking up the bottle of setting spray, instead of going for the eyeshadow palette you had already selected.
He continued to gently play with your hair. “I promise you.”
“I need you to promise that we will stop when time runs out. No matter what part we’re up to, it will be over straight away.” You said.
“Of course I promise, one hundred percent.” He said. But he would have looked more serious in this vow if he could get that smile properly off of his face.
“I think I’m going to need to hear you swear to it.” You said, considering his expression in the reflection. You briefly shut your eyes, applying some of the preserving mist over your eyebrows, which had maintained their shape through the towel attack. “Swear on not accidentally fucking your leg up again.”
This ripped the smile off of his lips. His jaw fell open at the mention of his injury the previous year, which had not only been painful, but had messed with some of his work responsibilities for a while.
“You would wish something like that on me again? That’s cold, babygirl.” He said. But his put-on surprise didn’t result in him getting turned off, his eyes remained on his prize.
“I’m not wishing it on you.” You defended. “I just need you to swear on something serious.”
“Okay, I swear it. Can you suck my dick now?”
“Is that what you want?” You asked.
“Uh-huh.” He said, his smile getting wider now. “I figure I should take advantage of the fact that you didn’t get up to the putting on lipstick part of your process.”
You began to turn around, keeping your eyes up and on his face, even though your own face was immediately lined up with his hardening cock. “You can’t just destroy the makeup on my face. Please let me look a bit presentable. We can get feral later tonight.”
“Feral? I’m gonna hold you to that.” He said.
Your eyes left his face and you considered something of a mental catalogue before making first contact with his cock.
You could see that he wasn’t fully hard yet. So you worked at changing that, applying your tongue to the side of his length with long strokes. He let out a deep exhale and you positioned yourself comfortably on your knees, a stance that could be maintained as you were prepared to somewhat lose track of time too.
You let your eyes flutter shut and tilted your head, your tongue getting closer to his balls as you kept moving consistently. You put your hands to his thighs and you could feel him getting tenser against your tongue, the skin getting tighter.
You progressed until your mouth could reach his sac. You swirled your tongue around one of his balls, spreading your saliva even further. You swirled your tongue around the other and his hand returned to your head, appreciatively stroking your hair.
You pulled yourself back as an immediately enticing idea came to your mind. “Were you planning to wear shorts for the show, or…?”
It took him a moment to figure out how to respond, his brow furrowed. “Actually I haven’t properly decided yet. I picked a few different options and they’re at the, uh, venue already. But no, I don’t know for sure which I’ll wear. There is an option with shorts, but I really haven’t made my mind up yet. Why?”
“I’m feeling kinda into the idea of scratching your legs a bit.” You said, running your hands up-and-down his thighs. “Nothing too vicious, just something that would feel good for you.” He had started to smile. “And then you and me would have a sexy secret. Under your pants you would have some little kitty claw marks. It seems hot to me, but you-...”
“No, no, it is hot.” He rushed to tell you. “Do it, and I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
You began to drag your nails up his bare skin, not trying to leave any marks yet, just wanting him to feel what you were prepared to use on him.
With nothing left to say, you wrapped your lips around his head. You slowly ran your fingernails up-and-down his legs. At the same time you moved your lips further down his length. You didn’t hesitate to take in as much of him as possible, rubbing your tongue on his underside as you took him deeper.
You kept your mouth set in place around him, a firm seal that could certainly get tighter. You heard his nonsense sputtering as you deeply inhaled through your nose.
Then you plunged down further, adrenaline pulsing through you as you took his head into your throat. You sucked your cheeks in, earning eager whines from him.
You had definitely stopped thinking about time, now you were just experiencing his pleasure through him. And you were planning how to unlock more of it. You treasured how his fingers stroked through your hair, to the sounds of his increasing moans.
You challenged your gag reflex for just a second. Then you eased yourself back, your nails truly scraping him in their continuous voyage now. You moved them a little faster up-and-down his thighs, copying the tempo you adopted to suck his cock with.
He twitched where he stood, his whimpers starting to coordinate with how you concluded each stroke with him hitting the back of your throat. You worked your lips back-and-forth, making sure he wasn’t far from your throat for long. His shaft was getting slicker, the movements coming so much easier.
You plunged yourself all the way down, getting him nestled into your throat. It contracted as you held him there. But you didn’t back off and you could feel how he throbbed in response. He was so hot and so heavy against your flattened tongue.
“I hope you don’t think that I’m not noticing how you’re trying to rush me.” He said, his fingers twisting around some of your strands of hair.
It was true that you weren’t giving him the kind of prolonged treatment that he may have been expecting. You didn’t typically take him into your throat so soon. You had bypassed the time you would dedicate to working him up.
“But your throat feels too good for me to care about correcting your behaviour.” He added, giving your pride a boost.
You tried to not move too vigorously, bobbing your head just a little, while keeping him mostly in your throat. You gave him some friction and he whimpered, clearly pleased by this small effort.
You held off from giving in to your need to draw a breath for as long as you could manage. But essentially it had to be done, you pulled back until your mouth was empty.
You let your hands still, holding onto his thighs as you gave all of your energy to refilling your lungs. You started to notice the details around you again. Your heart was racing and you recognised that his legs now bore some thin red lines.
“Oh, you’ve got so much drool on your chin now.” He said and you tilted your head back, giving him a better view of your face. You had been aware of the moisture building up on your chin before his comment. “Truly, it looks like it’s about to drip.”
You could have wiped some of it off with the back of your hand, or there was a box of tissues closeby. Instead you licked your lips.
“Oh, you like getting messy for Daddy, huh? You’ve made me all messy too.” He said. He put his hand to the back of your neck, the other wrapping around his wet cock. “I’m already leaking precum.”
On his tip you could see some thick and milky drops of his essence, begging to be used. And you couldn’t ignore it.
You put your mouth to his pink head, giving it a kiss and you were soon feeling the consistency of his cum on your lips. Then you parted them and took just his tip into your mouth. He held his shaft steady as you rubbed your tongue all over the tip, massaging as you cleaned him. The primal taste filled your mouth as you planned a couple of steps ahead how to draw more from him.
His fingers clasped harder on your neck as you continued to work your tongue.
“Babygirl, that’s so good. Clean me up just like that. Clean me up before we-...”
His explicit thought went unshared. The atmosphere in the room instantly changed in response to an authoritative knock on the door. He froze and you promptly yanked your lips off of him, your eyes looking over to the locked door.
“Hey guys, we’ve been trying to call you.” It was Belle’s voice, a member of the touring team. “The car is leaving for the venue in about five minutes. And we kinda need you to be in it. We could organise a second car, but…”
“We’ll be there.” Damiano called back, adopting the composed tone of voice he needed. “She’s just lacing her shoes up now and I wanna roll a smoke for the ride. We’ll meet you at the parking lot door in a few minutes. We won’t miss it, promise.”
“Okay. See you down there.” She sounded convinced.
His hand was still holding tight to the back of your neck, you thought it might keep you from getting to your feet. You grabbed one of the tissues, wiping your chin as you looked at your surroundings. Your thoughts were rushing as you tried to plan at least five steps ahead, trying to figure out how you could quickly get yourself ready.
“Okay, just put me back in your throat real quick.” He instructed and you could feel the subtle pull on your neck. “I’m super close, it’s only gonna take a couple of minutes.”
“What? Damiano, no.” You said firmly.
He let go of your neck, a slightly hurt look coming onto his face. “Really? ‘Cause I can feel how close I am.” You took the chance to stand up, gathering some of your makeup supplies as you went. “I’m sure that all I need is another minute in your throat, then I can nut and we’ll go.” You moved beyond his grasp, rushing over to where you had already packed your handbag. “I’m one hundred percent sure that it’ll take just one minute.”
You shoved your makeup and phone into the bag, swiftly progressing to snatching up the dress you had pre-selected to wear. “You need that minute to put some fucking clothes on.”
“They’re right here, I…” He collected the clothes he had been wearing when out for sound check. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes. I don’t wanna be late.” You said, shoving your feet into a pair of shoes. “I’m not letting that car leave without us.”
“It’s not gonna leave before…” He trailed off with a sigh. As you put a piece of gum in your mouth, you thought you had never been so pleased by the sight of him pulling clothes on. “I can’t believe that you’re really gonna make me put my aching cock and balls into these pants.” He covered his scratched legs with the faded denim. “Rather than just helping your daddy out.”
“You promised.” You said, wiping both your hands, chin, neck and chest with more tissues.
“Yeah, I did, but-”
“And I don’t need to hear your insider's secret about how a five minute warning actually means ten. We will have time later for me to absolutely drain your balls.” You said.
He finished getting dressed, putting shoes on and picking up a jacket. The weather meant that he didn’t need to wear it, instead he carried it in front of himself, disguising the bulge that his boner created in his pants. It was already less noticeable now and you were sure it would be gone by the time you got to the car.
Once in the elevator, you rushed to slather your lips in dark lipstick, hoping this would make you look more put together than you actually were. Then you raked your fingers through your hair, trying to get rid of its dishevelled appearance. You used the mirror mounted on the rear wall to guide you before you caught Damiano watching you in it.
“I’ll make it up to you.” You said.
“I know you will. I’m sorry that I got kinda pushy after your no.” He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
You turned around but you weren’t entirely distracted by the doors sliding open now that you were at your destination. “I genuinely didn’t notice.”
You shouldered your bag and accepted his offered hand as you left the elevator. He walked with his head tilted slightly down, but no strangers bothered him as he led to the lesser-used exit.
You didn’t know exactly how long it had been since Belle had knocked on your door. But it had felt like it had taken a long time for you to get out of the room.
You were relieved by the sight of the van, with Belle lingering at its side. With two of the side doors remaining open, it didn’t look like it was on the verge of leaving the garage. You didn’t doubt that Damiano had a ‘told you so’ ready to share with you. But you didn’t look at him to give him the chance to say it, just getting into the van to find a seat.
He paused to provide an excuse to Belle. “She forgot to take her phone off silent after her nap, and I left mine in the bathroom. I’m sorry we missed your calls, we weren’t trying to.”
“It’s totally fine.”
You sat down on the right-hand side, leaving room next to Ethan for Damiano. In the row in front of you were Victoria and her girlfriend. You noticed amongst the other occupied seats that Thomas wasn’t present.
As soon as Damiano had sat down, you pushed your handbag into his lap, on top of the ‘just in case’ jacket. “You hold this while I do my eyeshadow.” You pulled out a palette and a brush.
Victoria turned around with a swish of blonde hair. “Are you still doing your makeup, how much did you oversleep?”
“Are you roasting my girlfriend right now?” He asked, protectively putting a hand on your knee.
But you understood where her words were coming from, and they had little to no effect on you. You were distracted by needing to come up with a cover story for you and your boyfriend. “Only ‘cause I’m always roasting myself. I could easily take four hours to do my makeup, and a professional could do the exact same thing on her in about forty minutes.”
“But you need time to break for cups of tea.” He said.
“I would never diss her, that’s my sister.” She said, it wasn’t the first time she had shared this sentiment.
You had looking into the palette’s mirror as an excuse to not make eye contact with the others as you began to deliver your lie. “I got distracted from finishing. We were watching other Black Eyed Peas music videos.”
“You still have that song stuck in your head?” Ethan asked Damiano.
“Yep, and thanks a million for that.” He said sarcastically.
“They have way more songs than I first realised.” Ethan said and you were pleased by how your cover story had given him a tangent that would distract from you entirely. Using your fingertips, you swiped a pink glitter pigment across each eyelid. “I thought they had that one really big era where they were literally everywhere. But they were everywhere for a long time.”
“Yeah, across multiple albums.” Damiano said as you were using a brush to buff out the sparkly pigment.
You heard Thomas’ pained yell before you saw him. The exaggerated shout got louder as he was running closer to the van. It broke up, becoming the word sorry over-and-over.
“I lost my lighter.” He offered the explanation as Belle shepherded him into the vehicle. “I thought it would take five seconds to find. But nope.”
He all but collapsed into an available seat. Belle and another member of the crew took their seats, then the driver was given the instruction to go.
Nobody brought their attention back to what you and Damiano had been doing in your room. You worked quickly to add a darker colour to the outer corner of your eyelid. You noticed that the jacket had shifted from his lap, but looking at the crotch of his pants you saw there was no hint of a suspicious bulge.
“Can I do Ethan’s makeup?” He asked you as the car navigated through Sydney’s traffic.
“Of course you can, darling.” You said.
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“Maybe you don’t actually need all of that time you give yourself to do your makeup. You had to rush it, but I think that you look very pretty, kitty.” Damiano said, coming over to stand with you now that he was free of the hands of people helping him get ready for the concert. He leaned against the same wall as you, focusing entirely on you, as if the rest of the green room (and the excited fans beyond it) didn’t exist. “You look great. I would even go so far as to say that you look delicious.”
You blushed under the intensity of his gaze. He hadn’t warmed up to it, just coming in with very flattering words straight away. It was more than you had been ready for, but it was exactly what you needed to hear. You hadn’t felt brave enough to try applying eyeliner to your upper lid in a moving car (the pauses from traffic definitely weren’t long enough, or predictable enough) and without it you hadn’t been feeling your prettiest. You felt like the look was incomplete, your makeup not bold enough.
But he thought your appearance was worth complimenting, something he wanted to stare at. Maybe doubting yourself had been a waste of time.
“Thank you.” You said, easily sliding your hand into his as you moved in closer. “And you as well: definitely delicious.”
He struck a playful pose at that - pushing his shoulders back and placing a hand daintily under his upturned chin. He pouted his lips a little, there was no denying that he had started to get into character for the stage. It was the lead-up to that part of the night where you had to share your boyfriend with the audience. It always impressed you how he could select which parts of himself to highlight, only bringing his most entertaining side forward.
And the audience was going to love him for it, because you loved him for it. This exaggerated, extroverted version of the man you lived with every day was still so sexy to you. You could feel the freedom as he left his doubts, insecurities and worries behind. The extra cheekiness was entertaining to you for the brief window of time that it existed.
“Serving delicious.” He said. “Look, somebody has to do it.”
You cupped his freshly-shaven cheek. “It must be such a burden.”
“It is.” He said, indulging in this dramatic display for a moment longer. “I’m not gonna lie to you kitty, it’s a big burden.” You laughed together, going back to normal. “Are you gonna have fun tonight, gonna behave yourself?”
You raised your eyebrows. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
“Of course, I will be working. I am a professional.” He said, seeming to be working to keep himself sounding as serious as possible.
Meanwhile, you had begun to smirk. “Yeah, a professional slut. I’ve seen how you work before.”
His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. This set you off giggling, feeling pleased with yourself.
Then his expression changed - his mouth forming a frown as he narrowed his eyes, going for an intimidating look as he leaned in closer. He stuck his pointer finger into the air between your faces. You had stopped laughing, but you continued to smile.
“You should be careful with what you say to me, babygirl. ‘Cause you’re already due for some of my payback after pulling the plug on that blowjob. Don’t make it worse for yourself.” He said in a lower voice than before.
You didn’t act worried because you didn’t feel it, despite the look in his eyes. You also didn’t feel any need to stop. So you put your lips up to his finger and once they were touching, you blew a raspberry.
You counted it as a victory when he groaned and yanked his finger away. He wore a displeased expression and he chose to wipe the moisture off on your dress.
“A-yo, Damiano.” Thomas called out, putting an instant pause on this stand-off. “You wanna run through the song? Make sure we’ve got it one hundred.”
“Yep.” Damiano yelled back. Before going over to the guitarist, he looked at you, giving you some stern parting words. “This isn’t over.”
He started to walk away and you chipperly sang out after him. “Okay.”
He kept going across the floor of this main room of the backstage area. He went over to the lounges where Thomas was sitting, an acoustic guitar propped in his lap. This was when Damiano started to appear truly professional.
You had no responsibilities to worry about, going over to the table where a generous spread of different foods had been laid out. You picked up a few of the crispy-looking spring rolls before going over to where the duo were practising, sheet music laid out before them. You perched yourself on the armrest of the sofa.
“Brig black boots…” Damiano sang before screwing his face up and Thomas stopped playing for the moment. “Wait, let me do that again.”
He adjusted his hands to their previous hold and played the same notes again. He and Damiano were tapping their toes to the same, unheard tempo - holding the music in their heads better than you could ever hope to.
Damiano waited for the right moment, giving the pre-chorus another try. “Blick black blu-... what?” Thomas patiently stopped playing again and Damiano leaned forward, getting a closer look at the lyrics. “It’s all those buh sounds real close together. I can’t wrap my fucking mouth around it.”
“You’ve got it, man.” Thomas said. “You did it last night, you know you’ll have it tonight.”
Damiano stared at the English words, saying them quietly to himself. “Big black boots, big black boots, big black boots…” He cleared his throat and looked up, trying to sing the words now. “Brick bla-... what?” You eased yourself off of the armrest, scooching in closer to him.
“You could sing that Black Eyed Peas song perfectly the whole drive in here.” Thomas said. “But these are the words that are tripping you up?”
You gently got Damiano’s attention by resting your hand on his knee. “I think the issue is that you’re thinking about the sounds of the original and you’re trying to recreate that when you’re singing. But what you should be singing are each of those words, separately, as their own topic.”
“That sounds right.” He said. “I’ve gotta get the words unmuddled in my mind.”
You picked up the paper. “Let me help. Okay, what are they?”
“Big black boots.” He said, the words not coming naturally as he tried to over enunciate every syllable.
“So, they’re small, right?” You asked, playing dumb.
“No, they’re big.” He corrected.
“Uh-huh, big flip-flop-kinda shoes, aren’t they?” You prompted.
“Boots, it’s a pair of big boots.”
“Oh. What colour were they again?”
“Black.”
“What are they?”
“Big black boots.” He said, he didn’t stumble over any of the words and he was sounding more conversational.
“I was picturing little pink shoes.” Thomas said, his hands poised in position to resume playing the song.
Damiano was smiling as he turned to him. “No, they’re definitely big black boots.”
“Huh, what are they?” You asked and Thomas played a single chord.
“Big black boots.” Damiano said.
Thomas played more chords, it sounded like the part of the song they had been practising earlier. “What are they?”
This time Damiano sang his response. “Big black boots, long brown hair…” He began tapping out the beat on your knee. “She’s so sweet with her-”
“-get-back stare.” Thomas joined in, continuing to play even as he returned to talking. “Keep going?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Damiano said before transitioning faultlessly into the chorus. “Well I could see you home with me…”
As he continued to sing, you followed along on the page. He didn’t stumble nor did he need the page back from you, he was confident in preparing for the stage again. It was a relief to hear and you began to bob your head to the rhythm of Thomas’ guitar. Damiano wasn’t singing with the full power of his voice but you could hear how much more comfortable he sounded.
“Are you gonna be my girl?” He cut the last word off, not giving the note its full moment. “And so on.”
“That sounded great.” You said.
“Yeah, I don’t think we need to run it again.” Thomas said.
“Me either.”
Damiano leaned back against you, his head resting on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging his body to yours as you enjoyed the sight of a smile on his face. You gave him a kiss on the forehead.
“Thank you, baby.” He said.
“She knows how your mind works, man. Good luck trying to outsmart her.” Thomas said, taking the guitar out of his lap. “But I wouldn’t exactly hold my breath waiting for the day when you outsmart someone.”
Damiano retaliated by kicking his leg out, striking Thomas’ shin with his foot. Thomas stood up, moving out of the range of possible other attacks. But he didn’t immediately walk away.
“Have you considered quitting your job so you can come with us on the road and be his emotional support person?” He asked, you weren’t sure how much he was kidding. “You know how to calm him down and help him prep for a show. He’s always in a better mood when you’re around, which is definitely none of my business.”
“He needs emotional support with how much you guys bully him.” You joked.
Thomas got distracted, looking around at the reliable backstage staff for guidance. “Do I have time for another Red Bull?”
Gianna was there, nodding after she checked her watch. “Yes and there’s plenty of it left.”
They walked away and you just got to enjoy the fact that this cuddle with your boyfriend wasn’t on the verge of ending.
But you couldn’t totally forget about what this room was so close to. “Do you ever worry when you’re sticking the microphone in people’s faces during Kool Kids that they’re gonna say something nasty?” He repositioned how he laid his head so he could look up at you. “Let’s not downplay that your horny rock attracts a horny audience. I’ve seen the kinds of signs that they bring to shows.”
He smiled as he didn’t disagree with you. “Well what could they say? They don’t get more than two seconds.”
“I don’t know. I just know that I won’t be surprised if one night fuck me gets sang, instead of the lyrics.” You said, making him laugh. “It’s the same amount of syllables.”
He gave your knee a pat. “Just ‘cause you can’t control yourself, babygirl.”
You rolled your eyes, a clever comeback failing to come to mind. “Do you want me to throw my bra at you? It could help you with getting into the right headspace for the gig.” You had never thrown items of clothing when attending any kind of concert. But you couldn’t say for sure that you wouldn’t get pulled into that type of fun, especially if the receiving performer played it up as much as Damiano did.
“Because I’ll do it.” You said, showing him how serious you could be.
He sat up so he could turn around and look at you properly. “I want to know what you would say. I’m on stage, I put the microphone in your face and you get two syllables- what are you gonna say?”
You didn’t already have something in mind. And thinking about it now, the answer didn’t immediately come to you. Because if you tried to picture yourself in his scenario all that you felt was intimidated. The nature of his onstage persona was very intimidating, for the duration of an entire concert. The man he embodied for a profession made you feel even more shy than you had at the start of your relationship.
Even the thought of being faced with that version of him was enough to make you blush and you answered him in a quiet voice. “Meow, meow. I would do the entire song as a kitten.”
He raised his eyebrows and laughed a little. “Oh really? And how might that go?”
You paused to look around, checking how close everyone else was. You were the only two sitting on the sofa, it didn’t seem like anyone was in listening distance.
You began your nonsense meow-singing softly. His smile grew and he rhythmically slapped his palm on his knee, providing you with the beat of his song.
You weren’t trying to sing well, your only goal was to sing quietly because you didn’t want anyone around you to hear. Judging by the look on his face, you thought he would probably enjoy it if you got louder. He loved it when you got proud about the fact that you were a kitten (his kitten). But what he loved even more was when you got embarrassed and started to squirm, showing nerves.
You were relieved when he didn’t try to get you into that state of vulnerability right now. You paused to take a breath and he applauded your effort, giving you the sign to stop - all without any of the other people backstage seeming to notice.
“Incredible.” He said. He put his hands on your cheeks so he could pull you in for a kiss. “That was so fucking great. Do you want to go out and do the whole set for me with those amazing meows?”
You gave his shoulder a playful shove. “No chance in Hell.”
“You’re so great. Well, when you’re behaving.” He said.
You could have tried to defend yourself that you only vexed him as a way to motivate him. It was done to inspire his punishments, which you both enjoyed. But this didn’t seem like the right time or place to get into that discussion.
He spoke to fill your silence. “When I go out on stage, I want you to go into my dressing room and stay there for the entire show.”
“What?” You asked, thinking about all of the socialising you were going to miss out on - the people that he worked with were far more interesting than the majority of your co-workers.
“Yep, you’re gonna keep the door shut and work on being the best behaved girl in the world, for as long as I’m gone.” He said, a stern look in his eyes as he stared you down.
You furrowed your brow, wondering how rude this would make you seem to everyone else. You liked when everything felt united among the band, team and travelling loved ones. You didn’t want to contribute to any form of division, that was important to you.
“Why?” You asked.
He leaned in and produced an invisible muzzle with his next sentence. “‘Cause Daddy says so.”
Your defiance was shattered in an instant because his approval was above and beyond more important for you than anything else.
*** *** ***
It was strange being this close to the concert without getting to experience much of it at all.
You had been looking forward to watching from the side of the stage. There was a lot to be seen from that vantage point and you liked comparing the things you noticed to what Damiano saw and remembered.
Instead you only had four unchanging walls to look at (eight if you counted the attached bathroom). The music was loud and powerful enough to rattle some of the fixtures, but it was a muffled listening experience. You needed the setlist taped to the makeup mirror to help you keep track of which song they were up to. You couldn’t distinguish any of the words when he was singing Are You Gonna Be My Girl. You had to trust the audience’s reaction that it had gone perfectly.
With nothing else to do, you mentally chewed over what he had said. While you didn’t agree that stopping the blowjob early was misbehaving (you still held to your reasoning that you had done it for his benefit). You did agree that your overall behaviour could be improved, you wanted to be the best girl for him, always.
After sharing a few messages with Max (you told her that you were certain her future husband lived on this continent), you sat down and got to a task just for Damiano. From his backpack, you had pulled out his tobacco pouch and supply of rolling papers.
One after another you packed and rolled cigarettes for him. Smoking had never turned into a habit for you - you were sooner to forget a cigarette lit for you than finish it. But you had seen Damiano roll so many that you could easily copy his steps. You knew exactly how he liked them, you could work to get them perfect for him.
Even though he wouldn’t be able to smoke any immediately (Australia’s laws were quite strict), it would save him some time. You thought (and hoped) that your unprompted providing of this convenience to help would win you some of his favour. It certainly seemed like the kind of thing a good girl would do.
It had been a little over an hour since he had left you for the stage, when you noticed a closeby speaking voice that distinguished itself from the murmurs of everyone else that had been going on for most of the show. You sat up straighter on the sofa, trying to pick out what Damiano was saying. Everything was underscored by Ethan and Thomas continuing to play, their instruments were still blasting out the outro of Kool Kids.
“-should be done in the bathroom in plenty of time, but give the door a good pounding when it’s about two minutes to the encore.” You could hear what Damiano was saying now, his voice definitely nearer to the other side of the door. “I can make that run back to the stage in less than two minutes, don’t you think?” He laughed and you saw the door-handle begin to move. “Thanks Belle.” 
You were starting to get up as he opened the door, coming into the room unaccompanied. “Hey, is everything alright?”
“Everything’s perfect.” He said, giving you no reason to doubt him. “I just need you to stand here with your back against the door.”
You completed the action without thinking to question it. You were too distracted by taking in the sight of him - alive with unpredictable energy, sweaty and without the shirt he had been wearing to begin the concert. You were expecting him to promptly disappear into the bathroom, taking some seconds of privacy before going back to give his all for the last two songs. You couldn’t think of any other reason why he would have needed to come in here.
But he wasn’t going for that door. He picked up one of the provided towels to dab himself down as he faced you, not grabbing for a drink or anything else laid out for his convenience.
“Everyone sang the right words for Kool Kids?” You asked, eyebrows raising as he brought his knees down to the floor. “Nobody got cheeky?”
“The only cheeky one is you.” He said and he flicked up the skirt of your dress, keeping it raised with one hand.
“What are you doing?” You asked, surprised but not about to resist something so enticing.
“I’m going to see how good you can be at keeping to a time limit when it’s your pleasure at risk of interruption.” He said and he moved the crotch of your underwear to the side, just exposing your cunt instead of going to the bother of taking the lingerie down.
Your heart was racing now and you had forgotten to keep track of whether Thomas’ guitar solo was still going or not. “What?”
He dragged his fingers up your labia, his eyes switching between looking at your face and your cunt. “Yep, you’ve got about six minutes, kitty.” You moved your thighs apart as he continued to rub you, his hand delivering more pressure than you were used to in this early stage of teasing. “So, either you come right now, before Belle knocks on that door because they need me for the encore. Or you don’t get to come at all later.”
“Cazzo…” It was all that you could manage to say, because you knew that you didn’t want to tell him no. You didn’t know much else, your mind was in such a scramble as you struggled to catch up to him on this completely unexpected page.
He knew how to interpret your lack of no. And he adjusted his hand, poising his fingers then swiftly ramming them inside of you. Two at once - you couldn’t help squeezing your eyes shut, surrendering before you had been prepared to. He didn’t wait to start working his fingers within you and you tensely bit into your bottom lip, determined that no one would hear.
He attached his mouth to your clitoris and the pleasure rushed you like a wave, infusing adrenaline into your system. You grabbed for his short blonde hair, trying to help brace yourself. You may not have been ready for this, but there was no denying how spectacular it felt.
He was rushing you, as you had been accused of doing. But maybe it wasn’t rushing for him. It was sexy to think that he may have had this on his mind for some of the show. Had he been building this up as he sang for the audience? The way he had been acting since coming into the room seemed to support this theory, he simply couldn’t hold it back any longer.
You started to experience powerful twitches through your body as he curled his fingers between your walls. He was aiming for your sweet spot while his tongue tirelessly lapped at your clitoris, playing with all of the sensitivities here.
“Daddy…” You choked out, ready to lose yourself completely. “This can’t be payback. Because payback is a bitch, but this feels too damn good.”
His strong and confident thrusting came in at a relentless page. Your heart was thundering in your ears, making it next to impossible to notice anything else.
You hadn’t been trying to keep track of the time. But you were sure that you would hit that climax before he was whisked away. You weren’t worried about it not happening. With this aggressive campaign against your composure, your worry lie in disappointing him by coming too fast.
His lips left your clitoral hood in the interest of speaking, but there were still some strokes from his tongue to savour. “Did you get all worked up when you were sucking me off, toy? Did it make you wet? Did servicing me make you want to come?”
He wasn’t projecting his voice very much, willing to keep the secret the same as you. Underscoring his words were the sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet excitement from your pussy as it accepted his fingers deep with each stroke.
He pushed his tongue against your clit before posing his next question. “Maybe you had been wishing that we were sixty-nine-ing so that you could enjoy my mouth as I was enjoying yours?”
The obvious answer that he wanted wasn’t clear in your dizzyingly aroused mind. So you just tried your best to please him. “We can, we can sixty-nine all fuckin’ night. I would love to do that for you, Master.”
“Mm-hmm.” He hummed against the hood of your clit, making your throat momentarily clench. “I bet you fuckin’ would.”
He plunged his fingers all the way into you and your knees felt like they were turning to useless jelly. This feeling only accelerated when he placed his other index finger to your clit. You fought back the cry that wanted to erupt out of your chest in response.
The way he manipulated the hood was driving you wild. It was bordering on more than you could handle as he sought out a new way to tease you with his lips on your thighs. He kissed and sucked both of your inner-thighs, alternating between them with unfailing vigour. 
His fingers pressing into your g-spot again-and-again was bringing the pleasure to a brilliant height. With it so ready to overwhelm you, it was easily blocking out your awareness of time passing. It felt like your entire body was reeling, keeping you from thinking or caring about anything. Maintaining the schedule of the gig wasn’t your responsibility right now, anyway.
He grabbed some of your thigh fat with his teeth then clenched his jaw. This made you squeak - he still had exciting surprises in store for you. You clasped a hand over your lips, now that you were so close to falling apart you truly didn’t trust yourself to keep quiet.
“Are you gonna come, babygirl?” He asked before he nipped and bit at your other thigh. “I don’t know if you’ve got much time left.”
“Mm-hmm.” You whined into the palm of your hand. “Close.”
“Aw, keen little kitten can’t wait to come, huh?”
You nodded, helplessly breathless as he kept biting all over your thigh.
Your excitement for the release drove you to start moving your hips. It was wonderful the way that every needy pump intensified his massage of your clitoris.
“You’re gonna write lines for me once I go.” He said. “You’ve got a pad and paper in your bag, right?” You nodded. “Good, that’s going to help you learn this lesson. You’re going to write it is my job to make Daddy cum. And you’re going to write it as many times as you can while I’m finishing the show. I will decide when we get back to the hotel if you’ve written enough or if you need to do more, okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” You whined, unwilling to open your mouth for even a second. You feared all of the loud noises that could escape if you did.
Your muscles all clenched and you gave an unintentional jerk into him. To the feeling of him dragging his teeth down your inner-thigh, you felt your orgasm dawning on you. You gave yourself over to the release at once.
He continued to stroke his fingers between your spasming walls, keeping you at this incredible height. The relief flooded through you as you grabbed his shoulder.
“Yes, that’s a good girl. You came nice and fast for me. I guess I won’t just be edging you until the sun comes up, huh?” He said, making you smile. He took his fingers out of you and ceased playing with your throbbing clit. “I think you’ve left me with enough time to give my hands a proper wash. Wow, great work.”
Not needing any time to recover like you, he immediately got up and went to the bathroom. You remained pressed to the door, not because he had told you to, but because you needed it to support you. You lowered yourself a little, your knees still unsteady.
“Holy fuck, Damiano.” You gasped, struggling to know how you would come down from this. You would need the two songs of the encore to remember how to act normally. “That was so much.”
He was wearing a smug smile as he came out of the bathroom. “But was it too much?”
“A bit.” You said, willing strength back into your legs.
“Do you remember what lines I want you to write?” He asked.
You readjusted your underwear and skirt. “Uh-huh. It is my-”
“Two minutes.” Belle’s voice accompanied her powerful knocks on the door. “Time to start running, my friend.”
He was immediately alerted, striding over and grabbing you by the biceps. He gave you a kiss as he moved you out of the way of the door. “See you in a second, love you.”
“I love you too.” You responded at once.
But you couldn’t be sure that he had heard it. Because as you spoke he had opened the door, letting the impatient roar of the audience come through louder. He disappeared in a flash, the door swinging shut behind him.
You loved the idea of lying down on the sofa and feeling the effects of your orgasm fade out to the sounds of I Wanna Be Your Slave.
But you resisted and kept yourself upright once you were on the lounge. You collected your handbag, unzipping it as you finally caught your breath. The little notebook that you kept on hand was in its usual pocket and you found a pen amongst the other items inside.
You started to write, feeling less frazzled with each line. You listened to this muffled version of The Loneliest, keeping your pen constantly moving.
*** *** ***
You were alone inside the hotel room for the moment. You covered more of the white pages in the sentence you had been told, without distraction while Damiano was out on the balcony. He was further winding down after the show with one of the cigarettes you had made for him.
But it wasn’t time to fade out of this day. This night was just starting and you didn’t know what he had planned for these free hours, just that it wasn’t going to include sleep for a while.
You set your intention for the hours ahead with every word that you wrote. It is my job to make Daddy cum. He had sent you straight to the desk as soon as you had gotten back to the suite, not giving you any time to change your clothes. While he had promptly stripped out of the sweaty outfit he had been wearing for hours, you were still in your dress, still in the underwear that he had made very wet.
You didn’t look up when you heard the door sliding open, you remained facing the wall. You gained the scent of his cigarette as he walked nearer. You heard the thud of him dropping his phone onto the sofa.
“It is still so warm out there. It’s the middle of the night and not even a single goosebump. It’s so great.” He said. “If we lived here I could just be naked all of the time.”
“Well that’s all the convincing I need.” You said, making him laugh.
He stood behind you, his hands going to the chair’s backrest as he leaned down. The temptation to look at him was strong, but you obediently kept writing. Rather than simply reading over your shoulder, he rested his chin on the top of your head.
“How are those lines coming along?” He asked.
-my job to make Daddy cum, you finished off another sentence. “I’ve done lots for you, would you like to see?”
“Yeah, let me see if you need to write more or not.” He said.
You flicked back to the page you had started on, then passed it over. He thanked you as he straightened up. It seemed like a good sign that this exercise was over when he asked you to sit with him at the bed.
But you weren’t to sit on the mattress with him. You sat on the floor by his feet, silently watching as he checked over your work. It wasn’t as simple as him flicking through the quantity of pages, he looked at every single one. You wondered if he was looking for errors, words scribbled over.
As he seemingly read, you let your eyes wander, checking his legs for signs of your scratches. You could pick out a couple of long lines that were red, it didn’t look like you had broken through any deeper than the top layer of skin. There were some shorter red lines that you had managed to leave behind too, scattered across the expanse of his thighs. They weren’t placed in a uniform way, testifying to the frenetic energy he brought out of you.
You compared these to the revenge he had inflicted on your thighs. The inside of each thigh was splotchy, not as bright as it had been in the immediate aftermath. But the random pink patches (each of them about half the size of your fist) that could be seen hinted that you could be wearing this damage for a while longer. His bites might leave you with bruising and you looked forward to repeatedly viewing them.
“It looks like you’ve learnt your lesson.” He said as his eyes moved down the final page, which you had gotten about three-quarters full.
You looked up at him, nodding, no longer feeling the need to express your conditions to challenge his rule. “I have.”
“I know that you were just trying to be responsible, and that’s a really great trait to have.” He said. “I don’t need you to change. But for right now I think you should make something else your responsibility…”
“Cock?”
“Cock, that’s right.” He said.
You changed how you were sitting, coming up a little higher as you moved onto your knees. “Do you want my mouth again? I can finish what I started.”
He caressed your cheek, the notebook now placed aside so all of his attention could go to you. “I’m sure that would be really fun, but what I feel like is fucking.”
“How would you like me, Master?” You asked.
“First things first: get naked for me.” He said and instantly you grabbed for the hem of your dress. “Then how about you take a seat on the edge of the bed?”
He stood up, keeping his eyes on you as you made quick work of finally getting out of your clothes. You left them on the floor, then sat in the same spot he had been occupying.
You parted your knees as he placed himself directly in front of you. In the light cast by the lamp, his eyes moved all over your body, paying attention to some features more than others. With your heart-rate keenly picking up speed, you realised that the only enraptured crowd you needed was right before you. His honest admiration didn’t leave you wanting more and it made you feel as special as if he was a stadium of cheering fans.
He leaned down, one of his hands going into your hair at the same time. His fingers dragged across your scalp as his lips got so close to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, and the next second, that very-welcome first kiss happened. There was no hint of haste, you could melt into this as there was a lovely absence of needing to be anywhere else, or to do anything else.
With no orders to keep your hands to yourself, you placed your arms around his neck. As you sought to deepen the embrace in this way, he started to ease his tongue into your mouth. Seeking synergy, it felt like you could leave the rest of the world behind.
He dragged his tongue along the roof of your mouth, but he didn’t let this become his entire focus, drawing his tongue back towards himself before too long. He sucked on your lower lip before moving on from your lips.
You kept your eyes closed as he kissed his way down, his lips treating your chin and then neck. Your thoughts were getting quieter, less significant, until the only thing you cared about was submitting.
His hands were firm on your back as he pressed one kiss after another down the length of your neck. He wasn’t seeking to leave marks this time, appreciating across your bare skin without a hint of teeth. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was back to being soft to the touch.
The lower that he kissed, the more he eased his body weight into you and you started to recline. But you kept your arms around his neck, refusing to allow too much distance to come between your bodies - you were getting to be too needy to let that happen.
His hands discovered your sides next, stroking up-and-down with his fingers following your natural curves. Your eagerness had seen your nipples getting firmer, extremely ready for his mouth as he kept kissing his way lower. He used the tip of his tongue to draw a circle around your nipple before closing his mouth around it. Your gut clenched and you dragged your nails across his scalp.
When he transferred his mouth to the other nipple, he treated it to a suck. You couldn’t help whining, that irresistible heat spreading further under your skin.
“I don’t get to have you as an after-work treat often enough.” He said, keeping the pressure on your nipple with his fingers as he spoke. “Have I mentioned how much I love having you come on the tour?”
“I think you have said it, but you could show me how much you love it.” You said, keeping any bossiness out of your tone.
“Oh, I’m going to.” He said.
His mouth got occupied with your nipple again. More of his body weight eased into you, guiding you down until your back reached the mattress. He was on top of you partially, but you wanted more, the desires building higher as his tongue manipulated the stiff peak of your nipple.
He put his hands under your elevated knees and your thighs were spread even further apart. He moved in to fill this space, his hip bones pressing into the cushioning of your upper-thighs. He got close enough that you could feel how hard his cock had become as it rested against you. But he didn’t make any moves toward penetration, just rubbing himself on you as his lips kept playing with your nipple.
You grinded against him, unable to conjure any patience within yourself. He sucked hard on the nipple and you felt the excited aching in your cunt, so eager to be acted on.
“If you have any doubts about how much I love it- this kind of obsessed with it love…” He said, his shaft getting wetter on your labia majora. “I’m gonna fuck those doubts right out of your head.”
“Right now?” You asked, gripping the back of his neck hard enough for the nails to press in.
“Uh-huh.”
You tilted your hips, expecting penetration. But this continued to not happen, just more grinding that you knew could not get you the relief that you needed. Inside you, the tension coiled and it was impossible to think of anything but this need. There was nothing you could mentally reach for that could help you calm down.
You knew that he would disapprove of you trying to fill your cunt of your own accord. And you were trying to prove to him that you didn’t need any further punishing tonight. So you just moaned through the continuing of this activity that was starting to feel as taunting as it was pleasurable.
He transferred his mouth to your other nipple and you felt the nerve-endings giddy response to his manipulations. It earned a louder wordless plea from you.
This sound extended out when you felt your pussy lips finally being pushed apart by the head of his cock. Your heart leapt into your throat, you were so thrilled to be progressing to the point of feeling your cunt filled.
His mouth remained on your nipple as he started to settle inside of you. He kept massaging his tongue against it, providing a distraction as you adjusted to the new way he was lying on top of you.
He parted from the sensitive bud when the need for air got too great. He gasped and straightened up, his concentration going to fitting more of himself into you. Your cunt had started to throb, all of the pressure in your body needing somewhere to go.
“What’s your job?” He asked, measured rocking of his hips allowing him to gently move in deeper.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, steadying yourself so you could meet his gaze. “Making Daddy come.”
“And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, right?” He asked.
“Fuck yes.” You immediately replied.
He got about three-quarters of his length into you, but didn’t instantly follow through with the remaining inches. Instead he started to experiment with the current depth, stroking his bare cock inside of you.
He moved himself back-and-forth, establishing a maintainable tempo. You joined him as soon as you could, matching him without trying to rush ahead of him. Your excitement being acted upon was an improvement that you thought could help with your patience. It was enough to just feel yourself building towards the orgasm.
His consistency led him into moving quicker and you stuck with him, unbothered by your recovery time lessening. You were rewarded with accelerating sensitivities, tingles carried out through more of your body.
The increase of his pacing had you gripping the bed-sheets, a tremble in your hands as your breath got quicker. His eyes rushed up-and-down your body, gaining inspiration for his hips swinging - while unable to land on one definite point of interest.
He plunged in the deepest yet, with his next pound forward accompanied by him leaning down. His lips met yours as you rubbed your body against him, celebrating this proximity. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands grasping in a greedy manner.
He worked at this new angle and the pressure it brought to your clitoris made you want to melt. Waves of pleasure surged through the sensitive hood, reaching down into your receptive core. This made your walls respond to his stroking more, the fluttering getting to be constant, and more powerful.
“Squeeze it just like that.” He coached. “Squeeze it on me like you were squeezing my fingers earlier.”
You drew in a breath and made a conscious effort to clench. At the same time your legs gripped his hips tighter. You tensed around him, feeling something truly big still swelling in the deepest part of you.
“Yes.” He told you in a strained voice as he began to jackhammer faster into you. “Yes. Does that make you feel like coming?”
“Yes.” You said with a choked sob, as sticking with his pacing started to take more effort.
“Not yet.” He warned. “Daddy gets to come first, okay? That’s what’s fair.”
“Uh-huh.”
He surged that final amount of his shaft into you, his hips crashing against your body. He barely pulled back before pounding forward again.
This signalled him moving into a faster and more reckless tempo. No time was given to recovering and you could feel the tension inside you starting to fray. How much longer could you fight back getting totally overwhelmed?
He was powering through to his climax, the textured walls of your cunt starting to get coated. He was ready to unload into you. He rested his face in the curve of your neck, kissing between gasps for air.
It was a challenge to keep up with his jackhammering, your body writhing in response to his recklessness.
“Fuck, kitty.” He whined, his hips stuttering to keep him buried the whole way in.
As you were poised on that edge, he plummeted off of it. He was shivering through his climax, pressed into you as his cum unleashed. You held him, not expecting much activity right now.
As his energy stalled momentarily, you stopped the conscious effort of clenching your pussy to him. But that didn’t mean your inner-walls stopped fluttering or otherwise reacting to his continuing penetration. There were still so many sensitivities housed in this area, so you bided your time until they could return to centre stage.
You held your arms around him. Even though you desired nothing more than to make use of the electricity pumping through your system, you bullied yourself into not moving. He was to set the lead, so you just listened to the way he was steadily catching his breath.
“That’s how a good girl does her job.” He said, allowing you to see his face again as he lifted his head.
You licked your lips, expecting an imminent kiss. But he moved too far away, suddenly deciding to stand up again.
His cock remained hugged by your pussy, sliding in deeper as he planted his feet on the ground. You watched him resuming this position as your whole body ached for release. You wondered how he would give it to you, the need sat on your chest like an almost-real weight.
He picked up one of your legs again, his other hand going to your hip. It was a measured and steady plunge that he made into your pussy. He didn’t rush into any kind of pace, instead concentrating on long strokes that could deliver him to your sweet spot.
“I gotta make sure that cum is in nice and deep.” He said. His movements were coming in more consistently now, establishing a thorough but unhurried tempo.
“Uh-huh.” You were still mostly breathless as you responded. Your heart racing and your nerves remaining so tense because that dominating hunger kept you from settling.
He started to raise your leg up higher, lifting until it could be draped over his shoulder. This provided him with an extra ease of movement, his cock gliding to new angles in your slicked cunt. But it didn’t inspire him to go faster, instead he remained fixated on stroking his entire length back-and-forth.
His slow motions were giving you time to recover, which wasn’t what you had been hoping for. The cooling down of intensity was leading you to thinking, coherent thoughts starting to form, even though you deemed them to be unnecessary.
It occurred to you that the orgasm was further away than it had felt before (reality would start to creep back in, demanding acknowledgement soon). You kept moving with him, even though these swings of your hips didn’t seem to be getting you closer to your orgasm, you were still enjoying the sensations allowed to you. This felt better than lying still would - you were certain of this.
Not wanting the fire to be dulled any further, you tried to increase your own speed. You didn’t care to match him as you pulled your hips back. Regardless of how he was moving, you quickly jolted yourself forward, claiming a brief glimpse of the friction you desired.
He maintained control over his movements - either he didn’t notice your rhythm, or he was entirely uninterested in it. He stayed at his own speed, enjoying the thorough follow-through of each stroke.
You worked yourself up to a tempo that felt better than what he was currently providing you with. You arched your back as your needy pumps came in consistently.
You didn’t need him to match you to get you back up to that energising peak of sensitivities. But you couldn’t ignore how the collisions weren’t hitting as deep as you needed. Even as you worked in promising motions, you knew that something essential was missing.
“Daddy.” You whined, letting him hear how desperate you were. “You said that you wouldn’t have to edge me all fucking night. Wasn’t that the deal?”
He paused, going entirely motionless as if he needed a moment to consider this. “Oh, I wasn’t trying to edge you. I was just taking a little extra time to enjoy your pussy.” You could have cussed him out, slapping a hand over your eyes. “Are you ready to come? I didn’t know, you’re actually being so subtle.”
You let the frustration dominate you for a moment. More swears came to mind as you curled your hands into fists around sections of the bed-sheet.
You tried to decipher what he wanted from what he had said. You put your last ounces of logic into the effort.
“Please. Please let me come.” You said, locking eyes with him as you resumed your earlier speed. “Please Master, please, please!”
It got more exciting when he began to match your rhythm. As he met each of your energetic fucks, you were finally treated to those sensations that rocked you down to the core of your being. You strengthened your actions as you tightly wrapped a leg around his waist. This may have been more control than what he wanted to hand over, so you made sure to keep begging.
You didn’t have to hold anything back as you recklessly chased that climax. You went totally wild, rocking with all of your power because you were unbothered by the possibility of being exhausted in the aftermath of this.
“Yes, give it to me just like that, please. Please.” Your voice got louder as you could feel the orgasm coming back within reach. “Please give it to me.”
Your leg slipped from his shoulder as he rocked forward, more of his body covering yours. He grabbed fistfuls of the bed-sheet to help brace himself through the last moments of frenzied pounding.
When your climax finally arrived, it was so vastly different to what you had experienced in the dressing room. Immediately you handed your entire body over to it, crying out as your cunt spasmed through the accomplishment.
Suddenly it got even hotter between your receptive walls. To the sounds of his moans competing with yours, his cock unloaded into you for the second time.
“Oh, my perfect toy…” He gasped, releasing the sheet so he could caress your sides.
You fell out of the tempo quickly, making a fast transition from dazzled to devastated. With absolutely nothing else to give, you started to lower your body down to the mattress. It felt like sleep wasn’t too far off.
After pulling out, he gave you some more kisses, none of them lingering as they had earlier tonight. Then he climbed off of you, seeking his own comfortable spot on the mattress.
“There’s another continent we’ve stained some sheets in. We can tick it off the list.” He joked.
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writersblockiskillingme · 2 years ago
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Timezone | Damiano David
Pairing: Damiano David x female!reader
Summary: As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind.
Warning/s: Language (maybe like one curse word that is repeated two to three times), mention of smut (but not explicit), Google translate
Author's note: Here is another Damiano song imagine I hope you like it. I might make one with Thomas Raggi very soon 🤫
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You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better
And every time I sew your face, the moon should be jealous
And I keep talking to the wall 'til he's a friend of mine
I call you every hour just to tell you that I'm loosing my mind
Now I know you're sleeping
Where I'm supposed to be in
Wish I could've stayed
Damiano has had enough. The fame felt too much and the videocalls, phone calls and messages weren't enough anymore. He was practically pulling his hair out as he continued to mindlessly walk around his hotel room. His completely empty hotel room. He looked at his perfectly made bed and at his perfectly sorted out clothes in the closet and Damiano was finally, officially done. He couldn't take this torture anymore.
He strolled mindlessly to the big window of his hotel room as his eyes roamed around the busy streets of LA. People were rushing everywhere and Damiano realized that they were completely obvious to his suffering. He thought it was unfair.
He roughly ripped the cigarette out of the back pocket of his jeans. As he went to light up the cigarette it begin to accur to him that sun was still shining brightly in the middle of the sky. He realized that the moon must be keeping company to his beloved. Not that you were probably enjoying the darkness that the moon swept in, he thought. You must be still deep in your sleep considering the fact that it was probably middle of the night where you were right now. As Damiano opened the window and stepped onto the balcony he let himself enjoy the bright rays of sunshine on his bare back. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked towards the sun. It was shining so bright that Damiano was pretty sure that it was mocking him. He knew that it was mocking him. The sun was pure reflection of his life right now. It was shining on him so brightly, but it also reminded him that you are not in the same position as he is right now. He was covered in sunshine yet you were bathing in moonlight. It wasn't fair.
With a sigh, he threw away the cigarette and returned to the room closing the window behind him. Empty room remained him not only of you, but also that his band mates were out right now. Damiano was pretty sure that they went out partly because of his constant whining about not being able to do more that to just see your gorgeous face over FaceTime. It wasn't his fault that he was whining about it constantly, he thought. Those calls were sometimes quite impractical, anyways. For one, he couldn't touch you. He could only watch your beauty from far away. He couldn't smell your sweet scent. Your shampoo. Your perfume that he sometimes liked to steel away just so that he could smell like you (it was fine you did it with his perfume, too). He knew that Vic, Thomas and Ethan were practically sick of him now because he was talking so much about you. Ethan thought that he looked like a tortured puppy whenever Damiano mentioned how much he misses you. You were talking to everyone on the band, too and Ethan knew that you were like that, too.
In fact, everyone got so worried for you two because as time went by and you two spend much more time away from one another it looked like you both started to not take as much care for your well-beings as you did before. Everyone saw how much this long distance affected both Damiano and you. Thomas barely stopped Vic from buying Damiano tickets back to Italy (you moved there with him) one hour before the show so he could see you.
Damiano was done. But he couldn't help himself. He just kept calling you when the moon is shining in LA, when some people were asleep like dead and some people were partying until they die. He just wanted to hear your voice yet he knew that everytime he calls you, you can hear desperation in his rough voice. Damiano was very well aware that he was slowly loosing his mind. Especially when it was night where you were and you were deep in your sleep. He didn't want to disturb you, so he somehow managed to gain some self control and not call you then. It was all right, though. You were loosing your mind, too.
He took one more look at his perfectly made up bed and knew what was missing.
If you two weren't apart, you would be sprawled out on the bed, bare back facing the door, hair messed up, face pressing into the pillows, deep in sleep after the passionate activities that him and you took part in the night before. His whole hotel room was mocking him. He knew that very well. All this torture... it took everything in his willpower to not run to the airport and never let you go from his arms.
Only thing that keeps us apart
Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog
Only thing that keeps us apart
Is a different timezone
So fuck that I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning
I'm coming home
Only thing that keeps us apart
Is a different timezone
"So how is the tour going?" Your slightly raspy voice asked him.
It was an early morning in Italy and you just woke up from your slumber. In fact, you were still in bed. On the other hand, Damiano has been awake for hours. It was still dark outside and he put his laptop outside on the balcony on the fresh LA air. God knows he needs it.
"It's good." Damiano told you. "It's good..." He repeated slowly as he finally blew out another little cloud of smoke from yet another cigarette.
The way he repeated his answer seemed like he was just trying to convince himself that everything was perfect, that everything was just the way he imagined it to be. But you knew better. You knew he was hiding something and you were pretty sure that you could guess what it was.
"What is wrong, amore?" You asked him and for a moment, when Damiano looked back from the night sky to the screen, he felt himself freeze.
He knows that you are beautiful, but the way that you smiled sadly at him and the way that one piece of your hair fell in front of your eyes, he was once again hit with the feeling of loneliness. It painted him greatly because even though he can se your breathing smile and hear your melodic voice, it wasn't the same. You weren't really there with him. For a bare moment he didn't say anything, you figured that that would happen. So you went on.
"I know when something is wrong." You told him and he started to deeply stare in your eyes, you felt like he was staring into your soul. It was truly curious considering the fact that you had a videocall. "Your eyes start to drop in a certain way. They get more serious." You continued, your voice softening with every word you said and he noticed that. He always does. Just like you always do, too.
"The tour is going amazing. Vic, Tom and Ethan are amazing like always. But you know what is wrong." Damiano took another hit from the cigarette and quickly blew another cloud of smoke out of his mouth. He started to smoke more. You noticed that fact after your 50th call this week. He started to smoke more then he usually does and you could partly guess why.
"You're right. I do know." You sighed as you rubbed your hands over your face. In return, he turned his concerned eyes back to you. "It's killing me, too. I feel like I can't do it anymore either." You admitted to him. He let his hand run through this hair as he put out the cigarette with his other hand. You could just watch how he smashed it in the ashtray angrily.
"I miss you so much it hurts." Damiano heard himself admit this to you for like the millionth time today. "I just want you to be back in my arms. I can't fucking do this anymore. I don't want to."
"Me neither."
Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it
Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I'll pay double for the tickets
And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed
And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight
Now I know you're sleeping
Where I'm supposed to be in
Wish I could've stayed
Victoria, Thomas and Ethan watched Damiano with great concern as he continued to practically pull his hair out. Their manager just told them that they have to stay in LA for one more month. Not one more day. Not one more week. One more MONTH. Måneskin was supposed to leave in three days back to Italy, but the plan changed. This news added the fuel to the fire that was already actively burning. And that was enough for Damiano finally explode. The rest of the band barely stopped Damiano from nearly ripping the manager's head right of off his shoulders. Don't get him wrong. Damiano loved this tour and he loves his band more than anything. But he was supposed to finally go back in your arms and he was pretty sure that he never wanted to leave them, but his plans and hopes were now officially crushed, burned to the ground.
"Questo è tutto! Me ne sto andando! Non mi interessa nemmeno più questo. Voglio solo vederla per almeno un giorno." ["That's it! I'm leaving! I don't even care about this anymore. I just want to see her for at least a day."] He yelled out and Vic jumped up to her feet before she gave him a bone crushing hug. "Non posso più farlo, cazzo." ["I can't fucking do this anymore."] Damiano whispered as he gripped on Vic's hair. Victoria let her hand run down his back as she hugged him tightly. It painted her to see one of her best friends in this state. Suddenly, she let go of her, gripped Damiano's shoulders as she started to yell, too.
"Che cazzo stai aspettando?! Vai a trovarla per un giorno e dille che ci siamo salutati!" ["What the fuck are you waiting for?! Go and see her for a day and tell her that we said hello!"] Damiano looked at her in shock as Thomas and Ethan joined them, nodding.
"Sì! Amico, smettila di deprimerti e vai dalla tua signora." ["Yeah! Dude, stop moping around and go see your lady."] Thomas said. Thomas' confirmation along with Victoria's and Ethan's nodding was enough for Damiano to turn the entire hotel room upside down.
He pulled out his suitcase out of nowhere and started to pack. He was moving so fast and so much that the rest of the band thought that he's going to give them a headache. The point is, he didn't care what he put in in his suitcase. He packed just a few essential stuff, anyways. His mind was already with her, back in Italy, and it was the only thing that was important to him. It was safe to say that he was in and out before anyone could say anything else. And so, with one group hug and quickly exchanged "good bye"s and "have a safe flight"s, Damiano was off.
Practically running down the hall so he could get to the elevator and out of the hotel. He ran out on the busy street of LA and somehow managed to get a cab very quickly. He was extremely excited and kind of nervous. Damiano figured that he simply couldn't wait to get to the airport. The moment that the cab stopped, Damiano practically threw the cash at the driver and ran inside the airport, his suitcase stumbling behind him. Once he finally got into his flight he slumped down on his seat. He just couldn't wait do be home. And the waiting really paid off.
Damiano felt like his heart was going to burst its way out of his chest as he took a look at the building of your shared apartment. The flight was too long and he was just happy to be back. He knocked on the door after he went up the stairs and he was suddenly face to face with your sleepy eyes and your bright smile when you saw who was knocking on the door. Before any of you could get a word out you brought one another into a bone crushing hug. You started to cry in each other's embrace. You missed the way his arms were wrapped around you, you missed the way he always sounded so breathless when he joyfully laughed, you missed the way his eyes were shining, you missed him. He missed the way you smelled like the sweetest candy the way your eyes stared deep into his soul, he missed the feeling of your skin, he missed the beating of your heart. He missed you, too.
"You're home." You let out a soft sob as you hid your face in his shoulder, gripping on him tightly. You felt his arms tighten around you, too afraid to let you go, too afraid that either of you is going to dissappear.
"I am home. At last."
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vicdeangxo · 11 months ago
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itsmelodramasblog · 9 months ago
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HELLO!!
so because it’s pride month i wanted to do some imagines with my eurovision girls (wlw ofc) but of course i can write also for boys (x f!reader or gn! reader)
first my rules:
• i don’t write smuts
• request imagines only here
• in request please include with who you want this imagine, your idea (can be whole plot or just short summary)
who i can write for:
• angelina mango ; marina satti ; victoria de angelis ; alessandra mele
• nemo mettler ; bambie thug
• käärija ; joost klein ; marko purišic
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anathewitch · 1 year ago
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Ok, I have thought of this for a long time now and since tiktok just keep showing me Harry Potter fancast, I decided to do mine :D
So this is my fancast if the death eaters had kids !
Lavinia Lestrange, Daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange
Elizabeth Gillies
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Alexandra "Alex" Carrow, Daughter of Alecto Carrow
Sadie Soverall
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Victor Rookwood, Son of Augustus Rookwood
Devon Bostick
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(yes, he's named after his ancestor)
Rebecca " Revy" Jugson, Daughter of Jugson
Tarayummy
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Anaya Macnair, Daughter of Walden Macnair
Emma Myers
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Evelynn "Eva" Crouch, Daughter of Bartemius Crouch Jnr
Victoria de Angelis
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Jason (I kinda hate his name)Crouch, Son of Bartemius Crouch Jnr
Cody fern
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Altair Black, Son of Regulus Black
Felix Mallard
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Eileen Snape, Daughter of Severus Snape
masha prisyazhnuk
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(yes, once again, you can see that I have a lot of imagination)
Okay thats the part 1, maybe I'll do a part 2 because I have other names,here is a list :
-Lysandre Lestrange
-Sebastian Rosier
-Kira Dolohov (still working on the name)
-Astoria Greengrass
-Mulciber
-Yaxley
-Avery
Some of them don't have names because I have no Idea...
I accept critisism, and english is not my maternal language so I'm sorry if I made spelling mistakes.
This AU has many holes like parents, ages or timeline, I do it mainly for fun.
Thats all :)
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