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måneskin fic recs

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

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måneskin x reader: blurbs+headcannons+fics

୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

୨୧ 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

୨୧ a headcanon with må with you being a successful model

-they're wearing earbuds, blasting music into their ears when they remember the they left their phone charger in the bathroom. they don't know you're showering and can't hear you over the music...

୨୧ headcanons with må x fashiondesigner!reader

୨୧ a valentine’s surprise | SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol  

-You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day. 

୨୧ Gettin’ Frisky With The Måneskin Members  | explicit content, gender neutral reader, switch!damiano, hard domme!victoria, vanilla!thomas, sub!ethan, freaky stuff, toys and s/m, oral (both ways), degradation, spit, pain play, brat taming, bondage, sinning cuz rock’n’roll never dies

୨୧ our favourite band with an S/O with bad menstrual periods

| talk abt periods, so dyphoria warning (we'll get back on the totally GN shit tmrw, just filling requests rn), lil bit of swearing and NSFW on Ethan

୨୧ how the members of Måneskin confess their feelings for you måneskin x gn!reader

victoria de angelis

·。🍓 my sweet valentine vic de angelis x fem! reader | Fluff

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

·。🍓 date night vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics

-you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel

·。🍓 hush, hush, cucciola. vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you’re were asked to come over and help to calm Vic down after another disagreement during creating new song, and you find just the way to make her happy and peaceful again

·。🍓 pillow talk vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-your night trip to the kitchen gets interrupted by a strange noise, the results of your investigation are more pleasant then you could expect.

·。🍓 long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

·。🍓 cold breeze, hot cheeks vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff 

-a rather cold October makes your blood boil as you and Vic attend Ethan's birthday party

·。🍓 i think I wanna hold you, but I'm not sure i'm allowed

vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst with tiny hint of smut

·。🍓 I'll show the  lovin' that you'll never get from a man. vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff, smut

-your friends finally meet your boyfriend, and even though nothing goes according to the plan, your night ends up being better than you could hope for, thanks to Vic

·。🍓 sweat and good grips vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 the one with victoria’s boobs. victoria x gn!reader | fluff

-Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.

·。🍓 the one where victoria wants to watch victoria x fem!reader x ethan | smut

·。🍓 “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” victoria x gn!reader | soft smut

-along the lines of The one where victoria is patient.

·。🍓 “YEAH, WELL, IF YOU WEREN’T SO DRUNK MAYBE I WOULD.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “I KNOW YOU CAN BE LOUDER THAN THAT.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “GIVE ME ATTENTION.” vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams vic de angelis xfem!reader | fluff, smut

-You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.

·。🍓 baby said vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you've been on a few dates with Victoria and you think things are going really well. You just wish you had known where the night was going beforehand- maybe you would have picked a table with longer tablecloths.

·。🍓 latenight devil vic de angelis x fem! reader

-victoria covers for you after you sneak backstage ahead of a Måneskin gig & invites you into her dressing room for an unusual encounter

·。🍓 forgive me father vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, basically porn

·。🍓 the ocean's daughter swearing, alcohol consumption, drowning as a metaphor, smut

-while on holiday in italy, an encounter derails your life enough to make you pack up on a whim and move to the very city in which you first saw her — the ocean's daughter.

·。🍓 vic blurb

-doing domestic stuff with Victoria

·。🍓 a threesome with victoria and damiano! damiano x fem!reader x vic | smut

-reader is victoria’s partner and starts to develop a certain ‘obsession’ for dami, until vic decides to fix it.

·。🍓 vic de angelis fic victoria de angelis x fem!reader

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

·。🍓 thorns victoria de angelis x fem!reader | Mentions of smoking. Mentions of panic. Swearing.

-victoria meets her ex-girlfriend (Ava). The unplanned “date” upsets her and she decides to drink and smoke to cope. When she wakes up in the morning her best friend Y/N (who she also happens to have a crush on) is there to try and reason with her. 

·。🍓 lucid victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-It started with a spilled drink and ended with a clumsy kiss on the dance floor. A night out with friends takes an unexpected turn when you bump into the one person that's been on your mind for the better part of a year- the same stranger who stole both your chapstick and your heart.

·。🍓 nightmares victoria de angelis x fem!reader | A description of a nightmare. Other than that all is fluff and comfort.

-When Y/N has a terrifying nightmare and wakes up screaming, Victoria is there to comfort her.

·。🍓 kisses and cake vic de angelis x reader | very fluffy, a little spicy

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well

·。🍓 birthday wish victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-little birthday blurb

·。🍓 church crush vic de angelis x reader | kinky as kink abba; innocent/corruption kink, and idk, sacrilege?

-good girl!reader having a massive obsession on a not-so-good girl from her church.

·。🍓 proficiency test victoria de angelis x gn!reader | a bit of swearing + one (1) explicit and one (1) implicit mention of sex + i'm very much projecting (who doesn't) + shitty german

-vic decides to help you study. chaos ensues.

·。🍓 coming home victoria de angelis x fem!reader

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

·。🍓 because of you idiot! victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angst(I guess), romantic fluff

-Victoria suddenly comes distance, and you try to find out why.

·。🍓 fluffy blurb vic de angelis x reader

-(it's something about getting matching tattoos with vic)

·。🍓 fuffly/smut with victoria victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-fluffy morning/half smut with victoria. nipples playing.

·。🍓 your camera roll while dating vic vic de angelis x reader | fluff, smut

·。🍓 knowing your worth vic x fem/gn! reader | hurt, comfort

-Vic is there for you after a conflict with your parents.

·。🍓 the first happiest birthday vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 crawling back to you vic de angelis x reader

-Vic once again finds her way back to you.

·。🍓 one of a kind vic de angelis x reader | fluff, mentions of sex

-Vic finds out just how rich the feeling of love can be.

·。🍓 “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s you!” vic de angelis x reader | fluff, angst

·。🍓 pt 2 hospital vic fic. vic de angelis x reader

·。🍓 “everything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 the one where victoria is patient. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-you've been with Victoria for half a year. Maybe it's about time you pushed your fears away.

·。🍓 “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Give me attention.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 “We’re in public, you know.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 "Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on." vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend

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

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto - Part 2. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics.

·。🍓 k is for kisses vic de angelis x reader

-You and your girlfriend, Victoria, both like to tease each other. Kisses ensue.

·。🍓 peculiar and beautiful victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angsty but also fluffy

-reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be “perfect” have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria

·。🍓 amalfi nights victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut, pretty vanilla, softdom!vic, servicetop!vic, praise, kind of fluffy smut

-reader and victoria are for vacation in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sunbathing, victoria just wants to show you her love.

·。🍓 afterglow victoria de angelis x gn!reader | mentions of sex

-reader meets victoria while traveling with friends. The two create a lovely summer fling and reader can not help but bask in the afterglow of victorias influence hoping to encounter her again.

·。🍓 homesick vic de angelis x reader | tw sickness, vomitting

-vic and the reader being on a long vacation together. One night the reader wakes up homesick and ends up being sick in the toilet, trying to be as quiet as they can not to worry vic too much. To no use, of course, as vic wakes up alarmed by the sounds of someone being ill in the bathroom and then goes to comfort the sick, guilty, crying reader?

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

damiano david

✧*: i want to dance on your body damiano david x fem!reader | smut 

-you and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.

✧*: i'm gonna fly straight to you damiano david x fem!reader | fluff

-you and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

✧*: i wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa. damiano david x fem!reader | smut

-damiano takes you to see his new yacht

✧*: long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

✧*: overthinking damiano david x fem!reader | swearing, alcohol, smoking, smut related things in general

-Your relationship with Damiano is going through a crisis and some jealousy. All becomes clear after a filed party and a steamy night. There is a bit sad, angsty beginning, smut in the middle and a bit of fluff in the end. So, we have the whole package.

✧*: welcome home damiano david x fem!reader | surprisingly fluffy but also smut

-after a long week all you need is a loving touch of your currently absent boyfriend. Luckily in the morning there is a very handsome surprise waiting for you, and this allows you to start your day in best way you could possibly imagine

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

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

ethan torchio

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

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

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

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

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

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

thomas raggi

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

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

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

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[marlena-immortale]

How long into relationship with every må member do you think it would take to sleep together? Like a few weeks or on the first date ?

Vic: The least amount of time, she's a woman who knows exactly what she wants and she goes for it. If she wants you, she'd have you in her bed the same night she first lays eyes on you.

Ethan: For him, it would probably be fairly quick but he still takes his time making sure. He likes to build a bit of a connection first so he can really figure out what you like in bed beforehand.

Thomas: He likes to be respectful and play by the rules, so a few dates before sex is necessary. Plus that way he can really get to know you and see where the relationship is going before taking that next step. But it could still be casual, he's definitely down for a friends with benefits type of deal.

Damiano: He's someone who looks slutty on the outside, but is a total softie on the inside. He likes to wait the longest, maybe going so far as to wait till you're exclusive and serious about starting a relationship together. But the wait will absolutely be worth it. He likes to make it special once he finally does sleep with you.

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[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with Thomas' fingers

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

Content | Smut, fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Thomas Raggi

Word count | 4300

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your wish wasn’t granted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Missed you more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you want them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Know what?”

“That you wanted me back.”

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

“I’m in love with you,” he smiled

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

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

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

“I’m looking forward to it.”

***

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Top or bottom

Y/n: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Damiano: Damiano: I'm gonna tell them.

Victoria: Don't you dare. Damiano: What? It's not like I'm telling them about secret relationship, or anything- Victoria: Your secret what? Thomas: NOTHING-

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Pumpkin Spicy Night

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Måneskin (all of them)

summary: you had great plans for a Halloween night, which got changed by mother nature herself, yet in the end, it turns out much better than you hoped for

word count: 4.3k

contents: SMUT

author’s note: I tried to make it at least a little spooky, my first longer fic after a break so i hope you’ll like it, and well, it includes everyone so🎃

Måsterlist | tåglist | my chapter story

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It started as a perfect, sunny day. Nothing indicated that nature would soon ruin and change the plans you made for that night. Halloween was always special to you, but this year even more than usual. Vic called you a day before and said that she wants to take you as her plus one to a party on the outskirts of Rome. You were friends for a while now, but after one of the weekends you two spent alone in their house, you became more than that.

You gave in to the sexual tension that was in the air and spent the most passionate night together. From that day you had casual, wild sex with no bigger commitment. It seemed like the best option for you and where you were in your life. Some harmless fun with no strings attached. 

You were really excited after her call, it was a promise of a great night in the best company you could possibly think of. Besides a good sexual match, you were actually great friends. You grabbed a bag full of different costume options, some makeup and car keys. Soon later you were in her room, sitting on the edge of her bed with your legs dangling from it. Vic was in the process of going through her closet, trying to find a lacy top she wanted to wear. 

“Maybe you left it at Nica’s?”  You asked with a faint smile, watching her growing frustration as she kept tossing the clothes around.

“No, I called her already, fucking hell where is it?!”

“Maybe Thomas borrowed it?” You leaned back on your elbows and frowned. “Damn, look at these clouds…”

Vic turned around and came closer to a window, she moved the curtains to the side and sighed. The sky got dark, the entire room looked as if someone switched the lights off. 

“Yeah, it seems like a storm is coming, a big one.” She turned to you, and at the same time, a flash of big lightning ripped the sky in half, making you widen your eyes. “Oh, that was impressive.” She said and her words were followed by a loud thunder which made the widows shake. 

“I don’t know if we’ll make it to the party before it hits.” You whispered, sitting up straight. 

“Well…” Vic smirked and walked over to the bed. She climbed on the bed and sat behind you. “We could just stay here and entertain ourselves otherwise.” She purred, leaning over to your ear, and pushing your hair aside. She placed a wet kiss on your neck, slipping her arms around you.

“Don’t you want to go?” You asked with hesitation in your voice. Her hands cupped your breasts and gently squeezed them. You let out a sigh.

“Oh, you still want to?” Vic asked with a chuckle. She grabbed the hem of your top and started pulling it up, to finally take it off you and throw it aside. “I think your body says something else…” 

“Uh huh yeah maybe…maybe we can stay.” You mumbled as she unclipped and slid the bra off your body. 

Vic kissed your neck, her one hand was teasing your bare nipple, flicking it and pinching it from time to time. Her other hand found its way between your thighs, brushing the damp material of your panties.

“God, you’re so desperate already…” She mumbled and moved the material aside, making you gasp as her fingers touched your soaked pussy. 

Her fingers danced around your folds slowly, teasing your clit and spreading your wetness around. She sat close behind your back, stretching her legs around you. She hooked them under your calves and pulled your legs apart, exposing you more. You reached behind and tangled your hand in her hair, gasping and whining under her touch. 

“Fuck I need to taste you…” She purred into your ear, taking away her fingers. 

Vic moved away and took your hand. You turned around and grabbed her chin, pulling her into a passionate kiss. You helped her out of her top and pushed her on her back, got rid of your panties and straddled her. You placed your hands on her bare tits, teasing them gently, making her sigh in pleasure. Vic watched you with a grin, her beautiful, blue eyes giving you comfort, she kept stroking your thighs, encouraging you to move higher. Finally, your pussy was only inches from her chin, she looked at you and smiled. 

“Good girl…” She purred.

Vic pulled you down on her lips and placed an intense kiss on your clit. You screamed and bucked your hips forward. She kept swirling her tongue around your clit, kissing and teasing you, faster and faster. You were already close when she started, her warm tongue was just perfect, pushing you over the edge. She spanked your ass loudly.

“Ride my face, baby…” She mumbled, and that was all you needed. 

Your hips started swaying back and forth, the blissful friction got you screaming and gasping erratically. The loud noise synched with huge lighting which drowned the room in a blue glow. You came with a loud cry, grasping her hair, riding out your high. 

“Shhh!” 

“What?” You mumbled, looking down at her with hazy eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

“Did you hear that?” She asked with a serious look.

“No…it’s probably wind or…” A loud bang coming from downstairs interrupted you. 

“Yeah, I don’t think so…” Vic said with a nervous tone and patted your thigh. You got off her and sat on the bed with shaky legs. 

“Maybe it's Thomas?” You asked, picked up her goodie and put it on. Vic grabbed her top.

“Thomas is asleep in his room, and the noise is coming from downstairs.” She kept looking at the door, biting her thumb.

“What about Damiano? Ethan, maybe?” You put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a light squeeze, feeling how tense she was,

“Ethan left an hour ago, Damiano is visiting his mother today. Fuck…” she sighed and looked at you. “We need to go and check. 

“No….Vic, no, that’s the main reason why people die in horror movies, come on.” You tried to grab her hand, but she was faster. Vic stood up and grabbed the candlestick. She yanked the candle out and threw it aside.

“Vic, love, do you want to fight a ghost with…this?” You could barely hold back the laughter, but Vic seemed awfully serious. 

“Oh sure, laugh at me, I want to see you fighting a burglar with a damn cross and holy water.” She scoffed and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Exactly, now let’s go. And be quiet.”

The whole situation seemed a little ridiculous, maybe it was the fault of endorphins rushing through your system, but you were struggling to take Vic seriously, while she was sneaking up on a mysterious noise. Your smile faded away as soon as you stepped out of the room. The house was drowning in darkness, the thunders were making you wince every few seconds. The howling wind got into the house through an open window, rattling ominously against the wall. Vic closed it and grabbed your hand. She gave you an encouraging look before taking the first step downstairs. You squeezed her hand hard, now genuinely scared of what you might find. The storm seemed like a perfect time to break into someone’s house. The noises were muffled, and people would pay less attention to them. You finally got to the living room. The cold, stone floor was making you shiver, the room was dark, lit only by lightning ripping the sky apart every few seconds. It was one of the scariest storms you’ve seen in a while. Vic Pulled you towards the kitchen, then the studio, and a bathroom. Nobody was there. You checked the front door which was locked, just the way Vic left them when you came over. 

“One place left,” Vic whispered and pointed towards the dark corridor leading to the laundry room and the garage. She clicked the light switch but nothing changed. The power was out.

“Maybe let’s get a flashlight or…” You tried your best, but Vic was already grabbing the handle of the door leading to the garage. The next thing you could hear was her scream.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you want me to have a heart attack?!” She yelled, and her words were followed by chaotic smacking of…someone.

“Calm down, are you insane?!” Ethan covered himself from her punches.

“Jesus Christ what are you sneaking up like that?!” Vic threw the candlestick aside and put her hands on her hips, her face was red and her nostrils flared up. She was furious, he must’ve scared her a lot.

“I was on my way to a party and I saw the dark clouds, so I came back here to get a car. Just in time, it started raining when I got here. And the power went out and I couldn’t open out fucking electric door!” He ended up with a raised voice and a light kick aimed at the car tire. “Sorry, hi y/n.” He gave you a faint smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you two.”

“Hi.” You mumbled quietly.

“Well you interrupted us something important so don’t expect me to forgive you so quickly,” Vic said and pouted, cocking her head to the side. 

“Oh really?” he asked, looking you two up and down in a pale light coming from outside. You were barely clothed, had messy hair and smudged lipstick, Vic wasn’t any more representable. He smirked. “Oh, I see, judging by looks and moods I assume it was your turn now hmm?” He cooed to Vic and turned to you. “Well since I’m already late to the party, and you’re probably not going anywhere either…” He bit his lip and kept staring at you with a grin. 

“Oh I’m sorry, are you trying to fuck her or…?” Vic scoffed and stepped a little closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Would you like that, cucciola? I can tell him to fuck off…” He whispered into your ear, her warm breath tickled your skin.

“Well, to be fair…I wouldn’t mind.” You said quietly and looked at Ethan, who already had a big, proud grin on his face. You were open to anything, and Ethan was definitely one of the people you couldn’t say no to. He had this mystic aura around him, seemingly stoic, but so damn hot. And well, there were rumours you’ve heard that needed to be tested.

“Deal, but I won’t just look, I hope you’re aware…” She said to Ethan and pulled you to the living room. 

She pushed you onto the sofa and straddled you. Vic looked deeply into your eyes and smirked.

“Whore…” She whispered and pressed her lips to yours, kissing you deeply.

When she broke off the kiss, you saw a light behind her, spreading around a room with a nice orange glow. Ethan finished lighting some candles, he put a few blankets and pillows on the carpet and got rid of his shirt. He stepped closer, pushing his hair back, the candlelight made his muscles look even more defined. Ethan cupped your face with his big hand and stroked your cheek.

“You’re so gorgeous, I hope you know that, cucciola.” He brushed your lips as you smiled, and leaned closer to give you a soft kiss.

“Oh she knows, I make sure she hears that often,” Vic said with a hint of jealousy in her voice, you liked how possessive she was, but only around her bandmates. There was some kind of rivalry between them, very amusing to watch. But deep down you knew she didn’t mind sharing. 

“Well never enough compliments, am I right?” Ethan whispered and started slowly unzipping the hoodie, exposing your bare breasts. He sighed and licked his lips when the candlelight shone on them. “So pretty and soft…” 

He traced his finger down your neck, to your breast, circling your nipple before brushing it gently. You gasped quietly, making him hum. Vic knelt beside you and started stroking your leg, sneaking her hand higher and higher up your thigh, forcing you to widen your legs. Finally, she reached your bare pussy and cupped it with her hand. You closed your eyes and bit your lip. 

“Fuck you’re so hot…” 

Ethan’s hand wrapped around your throat in a light grip, you looked at him and parted your lips, unable to resist a sigh, Vic’s touch was getting more and more intense. You pressed your hand to his chest and started slowly dragging it down to the hem of his trousers. His breathing became louder as you put your hand over the growing bulge. You started unbuckling his trousers, staring at him with hazy eyes. Vic slipped her two fingers in, making you moan and grip Ethan’s arm. 

“Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you…” Ethan purred into your ear, guiding your hand to his cock, you gave him a few slow strokes. He was thick and heavy, twitching under your touch. “You’re just aching for it, hmm?” He asked and winked at Vic who added another finger. 

“We need to get you ready, baby.” She kissed your leg and chuckled. 

“Please…I’m ready, I can’t….” You whined, giving Ethan a pleading look.

“Oh, are you begging?” He asked, pinning his dark eyes in you.

“Uh huh, I am…” You whined and moaned loudly as Vic started pumping her fingers faster.

 Ethan grabbed you and commanded Vic to stop. He swiftly laid you on your back, on the blankets and pillows, making sure you were comfortable. He kicked his jeans aside and knelt in front of you. You kept watching him impatiently, spreading your legs wide, feeling no shame left. Ethan teased your clit with his tip for a moment, before slowly pushing in, stretching you around his thick cock. You moaned and grabbed the blanket so hard that your knuckles got white. He slowly pushed his entire length into you, and stroked your thighs with a proud grin.

“Such a good girl…” He mumbled between low grunts, picking up his pace.

Vic crawled closer to you and cupped your chin.

“Aww you didn’t think I’m going to sit and watch, did you? I think you owe me, love.” 

She took off her top, straddled you and moved closer, till her pussy was only inches from your face. You placed both hands on her ass, squeezing it and pulling her down on your lips. Vic moaned and threw her head back, her long hair tickled your tummy. Ethan’s grip on your hips tightened as he started speeding up. Your moans sent vibrations against Vic’s clit, making her whine and wriggle, bucking her hips faster, grinding on your tongue. Ethan got louder and rougher, you felt that your body was slowly giving up. All you could do was to hold Vic still and have your tongue out while she rode it, chasing her release. As soon as she screamed, and moved away, still shaking in convulsions, you felt that you were only seconds away from bliss. She got off you and laid by your side, cooing sweet nothings into your ear and playing with your breasts. Soon the wave of orgasm washed over your body, and the only thing you could see was Ethan’s face in a grimace of orgasm as he came deep inside you with a loud moan. He slipped out of you and collapsed, wrapping an arm around your middle. 

Your peaceful moment of rest was interrupted by a loud bang and an unsettling crack coming from the outside. The three of you jumped and looked at the giant window. The noise was followed by footsteps running down the stairs. 

“What the fuck happened…here.” Thomas was still half asleep, holding onto his pillow, wearing nothing but boxers. He looked at the three of you with parted lips, clearly surprised to see you naked in the middle of the living room. “What…”

“I was about to go and see…” Ethan pulled on his underwear and threw a blanket on his back. He grabbed a big flashlight and opened the balcony door. 

The gust of cold wind got into the living room, making you and Vic squeak before he closed them again. In all that chaos you briefly forgot that you were still naked. You turned around and glanced at Thomas, who was shamelessly staring at your tits. He cleared his throat and tried to fix the bent material of his boxers, giving up under his growing bulge. 

“We got carried away, alright? Don’t be a perv…” Vic chuckled, making him blush.

“No, come on, I didn’t…” he started, a bit annoyed at her accusation.

“Vic, stop it, we’re literally in the middle of the living room. Besides…” you smirked at him “I don’t mind the audience.”

Thomas reciprocated the grin and chuckled. Vic looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You could’ve said earlier that you’d like to fuck them all, there were things I could’ve arranged.” She said and got nudged in the ribs by you. “So? Do you want to fuck them all?”

“Come on Vic, it’s not that I planned it…” you looked at her, her intense stare worked like a serum of truth. “Well yeah, I always considered them hot, maybe I fantasized about them once or twice…” 

“You could’ve told me!” She smacked you with a pillow, “Not all of them are present but…” She glanced at Thomas, watching your bickering with curiosity. His bulge was still very much present, and the size of it made you wonder how great this night could be.

“Well,” Ethan interrupted you by opening the balcony door again and barging into the living room, soaking wet. “Seems like a branch of a tree broke and smashed our bin. But that’s all, no demons, no burglars.” He stopped and looked at Thomas, awkwardly trying to shield his crotch from him.

“Oh for fucks sake, don’t look at me like that.” Thomas mumbled with anger.” 

“Oh no, I’m not judging you dude, I’m not this much of a hypocrite. Quite the opposite, I would encourage you…” he looked at you with a grin, “This one over here is damn good, and if she’s interested…”

“She is.” You said with a smile. 

Thomas grabbed his cock through his boxers and smiled back. He summoned you with his finger and backed till his legs hit the sofa. Thomas sat down heavily and watched you crawl to him on all fours. You knelt in front of him, watching his pink cheeks, fluffy hair and lips parted from lust.

“Good girl.” He mumbled, and stroked your head. 

You pulled on the waistband of his boxers and set his hardening cock free. Thomas gasped and bit his lip, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You grabbed him firmly and gave him a few strokes, happy with how he reacted to your touch. The moment your tongue slid over his skin he whined and pulled your hair, making you hum. The noises behind you suggested that Ethan and Vic sat on the other sofa and kept staring at your exposed ass. Thomas pushed your head down, encouraging you to take him in your mouth. It was hard to fit his entire cock in, but slowly you started bobbing your head, making quiet gurgling noises. He started grunting, now both his hands were holding your head, dictating you the rhythm. You felt how wet you were getting, almost dripping on the floor, aching to get him inside of you. 

“Fcuking storm…what the hell did I miss?!” Damiano appeared out of nowhere, he must’ve used the garage door. 

He looked at the four of you with a devilish smirk, the water was dripping from his clothes and hair. You lifted your head, and looked at him, with saliva mixed with precum dripping down your chin. Thomas still had his hands in your hair. The only semi-dressed person was Ethan, yet his boxers were slid down a little. He must’ve started playing with himself at the sight of that show. Vic’s hand was between her thighs, her flushed cheeks suggested that she was doing the same thing. 

“Well? We’re having an orgy and nobody called me? Hi, yn.” He started taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor with a wet noise. He unbuckled his belt and looked at you. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting rid of this before I get a cold. Don’t mind me…” he said and kicked his jeans aside.

“Umm…well…” You looked at Thomas and raised your eyebrow. Thomas smirked and stroked your cheek.

“I think she wants to say that she wouldn’t mind having you here as well. Is that right?” Thomas asked and winked at you.

“Yeah well…there are things I always wanted to try with you two so…” You mumbled to Thomas and turned to Damiano. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. 

“Is that so?” He asked and looked at Thomas. “Thommy?”

“I don’t mind sharing…” he said while tucking a string of hair behind your ear. 

“And…would your fantasy include having both of us in you at the same time? Is that what you had in mind?” He asked and walked closer, looking down at you with a grin. You nodded. “Well then…” Damiano leaned to Thomas and whispered into his ear. Thomas smiled and stood up. 

They shuffled a little, Thomas laid on his back on the blankets and encouraged you to get down with him. You straddled him, allowing his hard cock to rub against your folds. He placed himself in such a way that you were facing the couch with Ethan and Vic, both playing with themselves, each of them with hands between their legs. Thomas started teasing you with his long fingers and sighed at how wet you were. 

“You think you can take it, cucciola?” He mumbled, placing both hands on your hips. 

You nodded and lifted yourself, to slowly lower yourself on his length. You took him slowly but in one go, feeling the wonderful stretch, spreading warmth over your body. 

“Fuck she’s unbelievable…taking you so well…” Damiano’s raspy voice appeared out of nowhere.

He knelt behind you and started kissing your back, and neck, cupping both your breasts. He walked around to the front of you, his hardening cock in his hand, he leaned down and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Thomas’ hips bucked up, making you moan against his lips. Damiano chuckled and placed himself behind you. You kept a slow pace with Thomas, knowing what else was coming. Soon you felt Damiano’s fingers, and the coldness of lube, circling your other hole. He kept kissing your back and neck, playing with your tits with his other hand. Thomas tightened the grip on your hips, speeding up a little bit. Damiano slipped his finger in your ass, slowly at first, but seeing your reaction he hummed satisfied.

“Feels good?” He purred into your ear.

“Yeah…” You mumbled and turned your head a little to him. “More…please…” You whined, getting more eager from Thomas’ moves.

Damiano slipped another finger with a grunt and spanked you with a free hand.

“Such a good girl…” He started slowly moving them, you felt that the world was starting to spin. 

“Wait…” Damiano mumbled to Thomas and pressed his hand to your back to make you lean forward. 

He started pressing his cock against your entrance, and after a moment of resistance, he slipped in. You gasped loudly, feeling so full and close to release. 

“Still having fun?” Damiano asked, slowly pushing further till he bottomed out. 

“Yes…fuck yes…” You managed to mumble, making them both chuckle.

They found a common rhythm, pounding into you, making you moan and whimper incoherent begs and pleading for them to go faster. A few thrusts later you felt the orgasm so strong that you almost passed out. Your bodies moved in sync for a while, till all three of you rode out your orgasm. The room was filled with moans, grunts and screams. You kept panting, barely able to see from dizziness. You collapsed on Thomas’ chest, feeling them both slipping out of you. You looked at the couch, where Ethan just finished on his gorgeous chest, but Vic was still close.

“Look at me…tell me to come…” She mumbled to you, her fingers moving fast, three of them disappearing in her pussy, the other hand rubbing her clit.

“Come for me…fucking come…” You mumbled. “Please, I want to see you come, mommy.”

Your words worked, she screamed, trapping her hands between her clenching thighs. The wet noises filled the room. She looked at you with a grin and bliss on her pink face. 

They took great care of you, helped you to clean yourself up and wrapped you in a blanket. The four of you created a big cuddling pile under the fluffy covers, all gathered on the floor, limbs tangled together, breaths coming back to normal. You had no idea whose hands were here on your back, who was stroking your hair and kissing your head. All you knew was that you felt happy and spent. Damiano, still a little wet, lit a fire in the fireplace and slipped back under the blanket. Ethan grunted as he touched him with his cold feet. The storm seemed to be going away, the quiet rumbling was barely audible. All of a sudden the lights came back up. Thomas chuckled and sighed.

“Amazing timing. Well…happy Halloween guys.” 

...

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Lipstick Kisses

Pairing: Thomas x Reader Wordcount: 5k Summary: Thomas develops an obsession with lipstick after someone tells him he shouldn’t wear it. Any kind of lipstick. Warning(s): Smut, some shibari, some bunny <3, mentioned past humiliation, pegging, some d/s dynamics, nipple clamps, sub Thomas

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"Are you okay?" Thomas asks, hand on your cheek. 

You nod, but Thomas looks at you. Nothing is okay at the moment, everything is way too much and everything at once. There's no need to lie to him. There's also no chance to really do that, he always sees right through you, and right now, you can see in his face that he doesn't believe you. Thomas' gaze is soft, and you shake your head.

"It's okay." He wraps his arms around you, kisses your forehead. He's soft, not the joker he was mere seconds before when he danced around your kitchen just in his underwear, open bottle of wine in one of his hands, pulling faces and singing off tune on purpose loudly. "It's going to get better again, I believe in you."

He kisses your cheeks as well, then the tip of your nose before he kisses your lips. You're hanging onto him like he's saving you from drowning. Some of the dark bordeaux lipstick you were wearing all day, sticks to his lips and then leaves a faint mark when you kiss his cheek. You laugh, before you try to wipe it away.

"Sorry."

Thomas just laughs and kisses you again. Deeper this time, for longer, more lipstick left behind on his lips. Enough to see the contrast against his skin. Again he kisses your forehead, leaves a lipstick mark of his own. In his eyes you can see a glimmer of wonder and surprise.

"Oh, it sticks."

"Of course it sticks," you laugh again, "You know that, silly boy. Or how do you think it got onto your lips?"

"Because I kissed you."

A pleased sigh escapes him when you kiss his throat, leaving a dark lipstick stain behind. He kisses you again, more bordeaux lipstick sticking to his lips.

"It looks so good on you."

"Really?" He looks at you surprised.

"Yes, really." You get your phone and open the camera app. "Dark lipstick is made for you."

He looks at himself in the reflection, tilts his head from side to side: "You really think so?"

It's not like he looks uncomfortable, he just looks unsure. You leave him alone with your phone and wonder if you will find a selfie or two later. He's still looking at himself when you come back with the lipstick in hand. 

"Let me show you."

Thomas pouts at you after you carefully applied the lipstick to his lips. 

"Brou de Noix," he reads from the bottom of the lipstick tube - butchering the French a little bit. "You really think this looks good on me?"

"Thom," you take a photo of him and give your phone to him, "Why do you think you don't? Who told you this?"

He sighs but this time he sounds frustrated: "One of our latest make-up artists, she said I'm too pale for anything too adventurous."

"They are talking shit, you look incredible."

There's a red stain on his teeth when he bites his lips, you reach out for his cheek and get the colour of with your thumb. Thomas pulls a face at you.

"It sticks, I thought we established that much." You smile at him. "That means it also sticks to your teeth."

You peck his lips, only for a few seconds but he grins at you and holds you in place, close to him.

"And now you're kissing it off of me, because I look so irresistible?"

"Yes, I'll completely kiss it off you." 

He smiles when you kiss the corner of his lips. 

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It happens more often, it’s a slow progress of Thomas getting more comfortable with that pop of colour on his lips. First it’s colours you almost can’t see on his lips, inconspicuous, a little pink, a bit of nude here and there. Sometimes you only notice when he kisses your cheek, looks at you for a moment too long and you will have to rub some lipstick off your face.

Gradually he’s getting adventurous. One of your dark red lipsticks is missing first, you’re looking for it everywhere one night when you’re going out. Only weeks later it turns up again - you find it in Thomas’ suitcase buried under some shirts.

Then there’s a wonderful plum colour you have had your eyes set on for quite some time but you never dared to pay more than a certain amount for any makeup and this certainly was over your budget. Until one day Thomas gives you a small box with the plum coloured lipstick inside. It looks marvellous on you, your friends tell you so, Thomas tells you so and you can see it yourself. But when you catch Thomas in the bathroom one evening, you can just think stunning and stare at him. He tries to hide the lipstick in the sink behind him whilst rubbing it off his lips. 

“Please don’t,” you say. “It looks amazing on you, Thomas.” 

“You think so?”

“Yes,” you smile at him, “I already said that last time. You look stupendous, too good to be real.”

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The next time, he isn’t hiding it. One evening he just sits down next to you on the couch, colour on his lips that looks like he just drank a glass of red wine but didn’t lick his lips afterwards.

“So beautiful.”

He smiles at you before he puts his head in your lap and you can play with his hair, twirl strands of his blond hair around your fingers, comb them slowly through his hair. You see how he bites his red lips and how he closes his eyes. He presses his lips to the skin on your thigh where the fabric of your pyjama shorts end.

“You have a favourite yet?”

You can feel how he shakes his head: “No, I only tried about four but I really like this one.”

Thomas looks up at you confused when you get up but when you come back with your makeup bag that holds all your lipsticks and makeup wipes his eyes grow wider.

“Then let's try some more,” you smile at him. He sits up which gives you the opportunity to straddle and sit on top of him. A tiny whimper escaping the back of his throat, always so sensitive to your every touch. “Pick whichever you like.”

His hands shake slightly when he picks up your bag full of treasures and opens it. The little sigh leaving his lips doesn’t slip your attention. Overtaken by something almost like greed he rummages through it. 

“There are so many shades,” he looks at you, “Oh, dark red. Brick red ... plum. Oh, this has a funny name, Tea and Cookies. Pink, more red. Oh, wait, what the fuck, is this blue!?”

“Yes, that’s blue. I have some green as well.” Thomas raises his eyebrow at you and you laugh. “Halloween is a thing that happens.”

“I want to try the green.”

You look for the label that says Serpentina. A dark shimmery green you know will look lovely on Thomas’ lips. Stark contrast to his skin and the light blush around his cheeks and his nose. He squirms under you when you do his lips and his eyelids are fluttering when you take a photo on your phone to show him. 

“I look … good?” He looks at you questioningly. 

“Insanely good.”

He kisses your throat. It doesn’t leave a mark on you, doesn’t stick, and he looks at you confused. 

“It’s smudge proof,” he pouts at you - looking at you like you betrayed him out of a reward he was craving, “And kissproof.” 

“That’s not fair,” he says but doesn’t elaborate when you take a make-up wipe to get the lipstick off.

The next one is a berry shade that you also deem gorgeous on Thomas. Even he marvels over it when he sees himself on your phone camera. He’s rewarded with more satisfaction than before when he presses his lips to your throat again, the lipstick sticking to your skin. It does stick but not enough for his taste. 

There’s the darkest shade of plum next, it’s matte. It’s so dark that he laughs when you show him: “I’m too much of a loaf of toast for this one but I love how it feels and this … matte thing?”

“I think, I have the perfect one for you,” you dig into your bag again until you find the brick red matte lipstick Thomas looked at earlier, “I wanted to test if this one is smudge proof.”

It isn’t, you know. It’s the reason why you bought it in the first place - for it to smudge. Stain Thomas’ sweaty sticky skin. To leave marks on your own skin, colour transferring from Thomas’ lips to yours. After you’re done with the lipstick, Thomas bites his lips, the red sticking to his teeth. Carefully you wipe it off his teeth with your thumb. Instead of going for your throat, he pulls up your pyjama shirt. He leaves a lipstick mark around your nipple and looks at it in awe.

“I want to tie you up,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, “And leave all those marks over you, so I can see every kiss I left on you when I’m done.”

Thomas puts his hands in front of him, looks at you expectantly: “Please.”

“Here?” you smile at him. “Kitchen table, bed or floor?”

You can see how he tries to find an answer, slightly whimpers when you stroke your fingers over his hip bone. 

“Bed.”

You take your make-up bag and then take his hand to lead him to the bedroom. It doesn’t take much to push him into the sheets, his fingers getting tangled in them.

“Cuffs or rope, bunny?” 

“R-rope.” You can see how he swallows heavily. “Please.”

The berry colour of the restraints in your hands reminds you of the colour Thomas had on his lips earlier but you’re digging deeper, getting the mint green rope. The rope lands next to Thomas on the bed, he plays with it, while you look for the scarlet red lipstick. 

“You’re allowed to get naked, Thomas.” 

He only blinks at you and you put the lipstick aside. It isn’t much to get him out of, you pull the old band shirt over his head when he raises his arms and then you pull down his joggers, there’s no underwear to get rid off and he whimpers into your ear quietly.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Get on your tummy.”

He almost stumbles over himself, almost gets caught in the sheets, before he turns around. You laugh, but it’s lovingly, not condescending. 

“Are you excited?” You take the rope from his hand. 

He nods into the pillow, his cheeks almost as scarlet as your lipstick pick. A quiet sigh falls from his lips when you take one of his hands and tie the rope around his wrist twice, there’s enough room for two fingers you can wiggle under the rope. Then you cross the rope over the ends you just worked on, reach under the bind to make a loop and pull the rope through it, Thomas is still happily sighing. You create another loop and pull again, before you take the end and tie him to the bed. 

“This okay?”

You can see how he pulls on the ropes, how he wiggles, how he gets a couple of fingers of his other hand under the rope.

“Feels good.”

He looks beautiful when you’re done with his other wrist and he lays in front of you - tied.

“Ankles as well?”

He shakes his head on the pillow. Thomas still tests the pull and give of his restraints when you apply the lipstick, you just look at him for a while until he whines and strains his neck uncomfortably to look at you.

You press the first kiss to his right ankle, then the left, you leave kisses all over his calves, his thighs - leaving an ocean of right behind. He moans when you leave kisses on both of his asscheeks, squirms under you, shamelessly pushes his ass closer to you.

“Hey, hey,” you pull away from him. “Only kisses.”

“Not even a finger?”

“No, not even one,” you smile, “And it’s pretty red already, believe me, so no slaps either.”

It’s not that you don’t want to give it to him at all but you aren’t quite sure where you left the lube last time and you wouldn’t leave him alone to go and look for it. The other problem, you don’t really see as a problem, but would leave Thomas too embarrassed would be that he would cum. Doesn’t matter if one finger, or two, or three. He would fuck himself back on them and cum, faster than he would like, embarrasslingy fast and he might not be happy to continue after. You don’t want to end this so soon. 

“I won’t …,” he starts and whines before continuing, “cum. I promise.”

“Good boys don’t lie.” You wet one of your fingers with spit and let it catch on his hole, he only tries to muffle his noises. “That wouldn’t even take you two minutes.”

You withdraw your finger and start kissing him again, the small of his back, his sides, some moles and freckles. Up his lower back. You do notice that he’s biting the pillow, rolling his hips into the mattress but you only stop him when he's seriously starting to rut into it. 

“What are you doing?” You hold his hips still.

“I’m hard,” he mumbles when you gently pull him off the pillow by his hair, lipstick bleeding into the white pillow case. An ear shattering mewl comes from him when you reach around him but before he has the chance to buck up into your hand, you pull away.

“Yes, my bunny is hard,” you whisper into his ear, “But I want you to hold your hips still. No getting off, okay?” 

He would - get off. Rubbing himself against the mattress, against you, furniture, your pillow. You can still remember the one time he was dry humping the pillow next to you. You didn’t ask him to do it, Thomas so horny and desperate to get off that he didn’t realise what he was doing, the only thing that was important was that you didn’t stop him. There wasn’t a no coming from you. The wet spot in his underwear gave him away before the humiliation reached his eyes and spit on his chin before he looked away ashamed. You moan thinking about it, you want him to do it again but you have to store the idea away for another day.

You still hold his hips when you kiss his shoulders. Then his neck, you stroke sweaty strands of his blond hair out of the way. You kiss the shells of his ears softly, Thomas shivering under you. For what feels like the fifth time already you reapply your lipstick again.

“Turn over.”

He’s careful to turn, slow, the ropes crossing and you can see how his dick is straining against his stomach, pre cum on the tip. 

This time you start kissing on the bridge of his foot, then the ankle, repeat your movements on the other side. Before kissing up his calves, his thighs, again. You kiss into his prominent pubic hair, pushing his dick a little out of the way to kiss his belly, his hips, up his happy trail, around his navel before you lick into it for only a second. You leave red marks on his ribs, around his sensitive nipples - on them. On his collarbones. You kiss his arms, his tattoos. His armpits, for a little bit longer, when you lick there he moans and pulls against the rope. You move on to kiss his tied wrists, his hands, his fingers. 

There’s a sniff. And then another. Some heavy breathing.

“Thom?”

“Hmmm?” He looks at you teary eyed.

“You are crying.” You put your hands on his wrists to untie him quickly if he wants to, if he needs to, stop. “Are you okay?”

“‘S good …,” he sounds drowsy and his eyes flutter but he still cries, “good tears, promise. More?”

You press the last kisses to his fingers and then move to his throat. You kiss up to his chin, you kiss the stubble, his cheeks, his forehead under his sweat drenched fringe, you kiss some tears away. You leave a dozen kisses on his nose before you stop.

“You forgot something,” he says sheepishly.

“True.”

And then you kiss him on the lips, his tongue lazily pushing into your mouth. He breathes heavily when you pull away.

“You said everything,” he whines and he pulls on his restraints even more than before.

It possibly feels like hours for Thomas when it only takes a few minutes to kiss your way down again. You take your time to kiss his scrotum, a bit too long for Thomas it seems, because he cums. His leg is kicking into the mattress, and then there’s only a low whimper. You can feel how he’s in a fight with the ropes around his wrists while you kiss and lick up his length and then you place one last kiss on the tip, some cum dribbling out of him and a pitiful whimper coming from the back of Thomas’ throat. You move up quickly to untie his wrists, to pull him close, sweat and lipstick covering him. He just sinks into your embrace.

“Are you okay?”

He nods at your shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still floaty,” he looks at you - cuddles even closer to you, makes himself a home right where your heart beats, “but … I feel loved.”

“Good,” you kiss the top of his head, “Let's get you some water, and then I’ll clean you up.”

Thomas makes a grumpy noise at that.

“I’m gonna wash your hair and massage your shoulders, I promise. And after we can cuddle.”

“Chocolate?” Thomas asks.

“Yes, sure.” It’s some habit he developed, you already have forgotten how it started. But Thomas who usually isn’t too fused about chocolate would ask for it after subbing. After you put him in a fluffy bathrobe, he would slowly nibble on his chocolate while being hugged. “Of course you’re getting your chocolate.”

“And next time,” he smiles, “I can kiss you.”

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You shouldn’t be shocked, or surprised, but somehow you are both. It’s the fact that you didn’t expect it, when you should have seen it coming.

There’s red letters on your bathroom mirror. Lipstick sticking to the glass.

Love you!

There’s a heart around it, a lipstick mark next to it.

You can’t even be mad that he used your expensive one.

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How are there so many shades of lipstick?

That’s what Thomas writes to you one evening. 

How come you kept the liquid matte ones from me?

You laugh.

The next evening Vic texts you, looking for her lipstick, she thinks it might be with you. You have a look in the bathroom before you realise that the most likely suspect is right under her nose.

Ask Thom. And tell him, he has to give it back, he can’t just take what isn’t his.

He’s out but I found it in one of his pockets. Since when does he steal lipstick? 

Slight obsession.

You can imagine how Thomas’ cheeks heat up when Vic will tease him with it later.

Can you show me the colour?

Vic sends a photo of a lipstick tub with red roses on it. Another one, where you can see the colour, a raspberry red - a little pinkish. Another one that shows you the name. It’s matte and liquid. 

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“I got something for you.”

“Shouldn’t I bring presents from travelling, or something?”

“You will like it,” you smile at him. He will, you’re sure. But there might be a catch he isn’t expecting when you look at his excited face.

His face slightly drops when you give him the lipstick tub. Red roses on white background. The Dolce & Gabbana sign on it. The Dolcissimo name. He swallows.

“You know what this is?”

He nods.

You wait.

“Vic’s … lipstick.”

“No, this is your lipstick. I bought it, it’s yours, you can wear it.” He nods again. “And what do you have to say?”

“Little bunnies don’t take what isn’t theirs?”

“Exactly,” you say softly, “Come here.”

You apply the lipstick to his lips, he looks beautiful. Pretty.  

“I’m sorry.”

“Did you apologise to Vic?”

“I did.” Thomas blushes deeply.

“Good, and now bunny can make it up to me.”

He nods.

“You can get yourself ready,” there’s excitement sparking in his eyes, “And then you can get my harness, choose a size and take one more toy. Then you can get me, I’ll be in the kitchen cooking for later.”

At some point it made click in your head, that the biggest punishment for him is deciding on it himself and some other small thing. Rack his pretty head if he can and wants to take what he chooses for himself. It takes him longer than you anticipate. When he comes into the kitchen, he’s naked. Except for his collar, his cheeks are reddened. He isn’t saying a peep.

“Did you choose?”

He nods.

You eye his collar, you didn’t say anything about it, you aren’t displeased, you almost let it slide completely. You put a finger under it: “Next time you ask, okay?”

“Yes,” he gets out quickly, “Yes, I will. Thank you for letting me wear it.”

Thomas put everything on the end of the bed. He kneels next to it on the floor. You have a closer look. There’s your harness, lube, a condom, a dildo that’s slightly bigger than what you thought he would pick. But the biggest surprise are the nipple clamps he got out. With every passing second he blushes more. You pick the clamps up and let them dangle in front of his face.

“Are you sure about them?”

“Yes,” he looks at the floor.

“Babe, you hate them.” He really does, his nipples are sensitive, he always yelps and looks at you as if in agony. “You can choose something else, you can choose something you like.”

You’re surprised he didn’t go with his usual choice of rope. Or his second choice of a cock ring - there even is a vibrating one that he actually loves somewhere in the nightstand. 

“Can we try?” His voice is small. “Please.”

“Sure,” you get your hand under his chin, “but if this is too much we will change to a ring, okay?”

“Yes,” he smiles, “I would like that.”

You get your harness to step into it. Thomas stretches his hand out before he stops himself.

“Am I allowed to help?”

“Of course.”

He readjusts a strap that twisted, then he adjusts the toy to the o-ring of your strap-on harness. He stays on the floor until you tell him to get on the bed.

“Did you finger yourself?”

He looks at you out of wide eyes. Surprised. It just seems to hit him that this was included in getting yourself ready. 

“No,” he closes his eyes. “Bunny is still good?”

“Yes, you’re good.” You take his hand and squirt some lube onto his fingers. “You can do it now.”

You kiss his thighs, you know that he slid one finger into himself when you hear him moan, and then another one a few minutes later when you hear him mewl. You put some lube on your own fingers, one of them slips easily into Thomas, joining two of his own which he scissors slightly.

“You think that’s enough?”

“Ye-,” a moan rips through his throat, “Yes, I’m ready, please.”

“Good, keep your fingers there a little longer.” He sighs when you pull your finger out. You get the clamps and put them on his nipples slowly and carefully. He whimpers and moans and whines. “Should we take them off?”

You tug on the chain gently. There’s a little silent cry tumbling from Thomas’ lips. 

“Let’s take them off, okay.”

But Thomas shakes his head.

“No?”

“No,” he whines, “I want them, please. I want this, it feels nice … but no tugging harder than this.”

“Okay,” you shush him, “Not harder than this. And when it is too much we will still take them off.”

He watches you when you rub the lube onto the strap-on. Obediently he spreads his legs and he bites his lips when you stretch him out slowly. After a couple of inches you stop, only continuing when Thomas whimpers for more. You go slow on him, and his whimpers turn into moans when you slide in with the whole length. Thomas’ breath goes heavily and he bites his lips when you stop moving, just keeping him full. 

“You’re ruining your lipstick.”

He stops biting, but when you pull out completely, he bites his lip again to muffle his frustrated voice.

“I want you on top.”

You change places. He is over you, and you sitting against the back of the bed, waiting for him. To lower himself down, to get the dildo inside again. You’re waiting for him, he lets it slide back in slowly. He’s betraying his own impatience with how slow he’s going. Before the impatience takes over and he starts to bounce up and down. Hands around your neck. He hisses when you still his hips. It’s the other small thing he hates so much. 

“No bouncing.”

“But …” 

“Don’t move.”

For a minute you both stay still. He’s soft, and whimpering. And sososo desperate. You can see it on his face, it takes him a lot not to move. 

“That’s it, just like that,” you press a kiss to his lips - then to his nose, “such a good boy for holding still.”

“Just wanna bounce.”

You laugh a little: “I know, you’re such a bouncy bunny. But you have to hold out a bit longer.”

He grits his teeth together, everything to just stop himself from moving. He’s impatient, he wants to move. There are whines and growls coming from the back of his throat. You know it’s all he wants to do, just bounce up and down. Have the tip bump against his prostate. 

“You’re pretty when you’re blushing.”

His face and his throat get even redder, the teasing getting to him. He’s trying so hard not to move, to bounce, to wiggle, to grind against you. 

“You’re doing great.”

He loves the praise, his eyes rolling back. The blush isn’t going down, it only gets more, travelling down his chest. The look of his eyes is pleadingly, and he grabs your hand, squeezing it to think about anything else than moving. 

“Now you can move.”

There’s a breath he probably doesn’t know he was holding. He moves, his hips moving up and down. He’s a bouncing mess on top of you, lipstick getting smudged. He’s panting. And he’s so close. His thighs are quivering, his face lit up in pleasure. You tug at the chain from the nipple clamps just a tiny bit, he whines, but he still moves his hips.

“Stop.”

He makes the craziest sound you have ever heard. Alluring. Absolutely pathetic little noise. Still, he stops moving.

“Not fair,” slips out of his mouth before he can think about it. You tug on the chain again. You know that he can’t think straight anymore. 

You give him a short break: “Move.”

He moves, this time quicker, more uncoordinated. You give him a couple of minutes, not enough for him.

“Stop.”

“No …”

He whines, he bounces for a couple more seconds which is why you slap his thigh lightly and then he stops. He flares his nose. You know it’s all so much, too much. 

After the fourth round, you praise him, he isn’t moving. But he’s begging, drooling, the spit running down his chin. 

“Please, pl-please, just, bounce, please.”

Everything coming out of his mouth is a broken cry. His hair is everywhere, his bangs clinging to his forehead, sweat on his chest.

“I’m …,” he shivers, “Please, I’m so desperate. Bunny needs …”

He doesn’t finish. He sloppily starts sucking on your fingers when you hold them out for him. His red lips look beautiful around your fingers. 

“You were so good today,” you smile at him, “You can move.”

Thomas starts moving and this time you don’t stop him. His thighs are quivering harder than before. His breath hitching, his movements uncoordinated. You raise your hips a little bit to meet his movements. He cums with a loud moan when he bounces down and you take one of the nipple clamps off just to have the little teeth snap again. Thomas only slowly calms down.

“Ouch,” he whimpers.

You take them off carefully, Thomas still mumbling. 

“You are fantastic, we will put cream on your poor nipples,” you whisper into his ear, “Such a good boy, I love you.”

He doesn’t make any move to get off you, wanting the feeling for a bit longer. You’re grateful that you took a glass of water and some chocolate from the kitchen earlier.

“Love you too.”

.#####.

Thomas sends a photo of a lipstick to you just before a show. 

Vic’s?

NO

You can see the pout in front of your inner eye. 

Ethan got it from the mua. He said, I’m eyeing it, so I should wear it

It’s a lovely shade of merlot.

Do you want to wear it?

Yes

He sends you a selfie. Thomas in front of the mirror. Lipstick on his lips. He’s beautiful, and he doesn’t rub it off. Only when the stage lights are out again.

.#####.

END.

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✨MASTERLIST✨

Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33

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Damiano David:

*A night to remember 1/2

smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys

Movie and a kiss

the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them

Fast Car (trigger warning)

Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!

Vic de Angelis:

Knight in Shining Armour

Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar

Remington Leith:

*Caught in the Storm

reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?

Feel better

comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better

*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)

I will find you

mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader

Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)

I Just Need Some Air*

young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.

Better Than Nutella

Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.

Movie Night

Remington and Y/N have a movie night

Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)

vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Emerson Barrett:

Teach me

emerson teaches the reader the drums

Andy Biersack:

Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)

I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)

Love isn’t always fair *

After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend

Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)

Thomas Raggi:

Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)

werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)

Mistakes and Misunderstandings

Ronnie Radke:

*untitled

pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen

Vic Fuentes:

Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)

Frank Iero:

Not A Kid *

TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him

Gerard Way:

Cemetery Drive

TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there

Hang Em High

Cemetery drive part 2

Demolition Lovers

Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive

Kisses and Coffee

Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU

Dean Winchester:

Life In (Rose) Pink

Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest

Chris Motionless:

Eternally Yours *

Based on the music video

Jinx:

You Decide

Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them

Jack Dawkins/Dodger:

Healing Kiss *

Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.

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🐫 Thomas × reader [The Gift part10]

NSFW🔥smuttastic playtime

° Thomas Raggi/non-binary reader insert

° your boyfriend is over-eager when he gets home from tour, leading you to put him in his place

wordcount:::       2,868

° commissioned by the wonderful, magnificent, genius that is jace (@wow-ihateithere)💋 some celebratory puppy time was much needed

° [ITA:]  cucciolo: puppy

You were always relieved when your Wednesday afternoon study group session wrapped up. You could stop working your brain and just be. It was a welcome break from concentrating.

But today you were extra glad to have that commitment behind you. Because your boyfriend had arrived home from tour while you were out. Knowing that you were one step closer to having Thomas in your arms made you genuinely excited.

Upcoming exams and assignments held no significance for you - instead you spent the bus-ride home just thinking about him. Would he be asleep when you got home? Or had he had too many Red Bulls and would he be bouncing off the walls? You wondered how his kisses would taste.

At first when you stepped through the front door and into your completely silent home, you assumed that he was asleep. So you didn’t call out, and you tried to keep quiet as you took your shoes off. You placed your bag down and headed in the direction of the bedroom.

As you got closer, a noise reached your ears. It was Thomas’ breathing, coming in hard and fast, as if he were recovering from a run.

Your confusion was cleared when a second sound came in to accompany his panting. It was a wet sound, something slick that was in motion.

You walked faster, needing to get to the bedroom sooner. You were unsurprised by the scene that you happened upon - Thomas sprawled out on the mattress, jeans and underwear around his knees as he held his erect dick in one hand. His head was thrown back and his eyes were squeezed shut as he persistently stroked the shaft.

It was pretty much a guarantee that you would have sex whenever he got home from any length of trip. But you hadn’t expected that it would happen straight away this time around. Nothing in his most recent messages had hinted at this horniness, you’d had no idea he was experiencing this level of desperation.

Before he could open his eyes and spot you, you gave the door a powerful shove, resulting in a pronounced slam. His motions came to an abrupt halt and his head snapped up, looking at you with very wide eyes. His face was filled with a bright pink blush and his mouth moved around words that were not yet formed.

You folded your arms across your flattened chest as you showed him an unimpressed expression. “Cucciolo…”

As quickly as possible he took his hand off of his cock. He grabbed for the bottom of the oversized hoodie that he wore, moving the sweater down to cover his erection. “Shit, sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d-... I was just really horny and-... I’m sorry.”

You slowly approached the bed, savouring his embarrassed squirming. “Oh, you will be. You’ll be very sorry, because now I have to punish you.” You saw him lick his lips. “I thought you knew better than to come without permission, ever.”

He sat up, his eagerness evident. “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Well it’s a good thing that I got home when I did.” You said, stopping at the side of the bed. “On the ground now.”

He clumsily made his way off the bed, propping himself up on his knees beside where you stood. He looked exceptionally needy, with his hair a tousled mess and slight trembles running through him. “Should I get naked for you?”

“Take off your pants and underwear.” You instructed, keeping your tone firm, even as your own excitement rapidly grew. “But you can keep the hoodie on, it looks cute on my puppy.”

He scrambled to get out of the majority of his clothing, while you calmly undressed. You got completely naked, ditching your many items of clothing on the floor as he gazed up at you, entirely captivated.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, planting one of your feet on the floor. “Okay, here’s how this is going to go- you’re done touching yourself today, absolutely no more. I, on the other hand, will be touching myself. The only thing you’re going to do is hump yourself against my leg here, like the poor, pathetic puppy that you are. You’re not allowed to lay a single finger on me, because your only purpose is humping my leg. Any questions?”

“No.” He said, taking a break from nodding along to everything that you said.

“Can you tell me what colour your light is?” You asked, checking in with him before you got entirely invested in this scene.

He responded quickly. “Green, like, so fucking green.”

“Okay, you can start.” You told him.

He was no longer trying to hide his cock from you. His leaking tip was completely exposed as he walked on his knees, getting closer to you. He kept his hands to himself, but he rolled his hips towards you, not stopping until he made contact with your skin. He rocked back, then pushed forward again.

His mouth hung slightly open and as he stared at you, you wondered if there was a single thought in his head. His obedience never failed to turn you on and your cunt was moist by the time your fingers reached it.

You pushed down between your labia majora, your fingertips moving over your clit. You pulled your hand back up a little, wanting to play with your clitoral hood some more. His eyes followed this movement, watching how you rubbed your fingers on the hood, beginning to tap into your own desires. You could feel how hard his dick was as it grinded against your leg.

You could feel the tingles growing all throughout your body as you swirled your fingers over your clit a few more times. Then you left the hood to its excited pulsing as you moved your fingers lower, now seeking out your slicked entrance.

You ran your fingers up-and-down your slit a few times, wetting them with your cum. You filled your cunt with these two fingers, gliding in past your first and second knuckles. He remained your fascinated audience member, watching as you began pumping your fingers, stroking new sensitivities to life inside of you.

All the while, his hips kept crushing into your leg, with little whines beginning to fall from his lips as he kept rubbing. His obedience continued to be proven and you wondered how long you could keep him like this. He was probably happy and willing because his current movements were close enough to fucking to trick his brain. His motions were the same as if he were inside of you, as he was watching you being penetrated - it was all almost enough.

Watching him get by on these scraps only made you enjoy everything you were experiencing more. You were boastful in your pleasure, while he was looking at you with pure desperation in his eyes.

He had set into a tempo, his hips rolling to this hungry timing. As you watched him, you began to work your fingers to match him. When he picked up the pace, you did the same.

Your pussy had started to quiver around your fingers and each pump felt better than the last. The potential was clear and you wanted to get lost in it all. It was getting to be more than teasing and your patience wouldn’t hold for much longer.

Your gut tightened and you started to lift your ass from the mattress, investing yourself in this rhythm. You thrust your hips, still striving to mirror his speed as you started to ride your fingers.

Soon his noises weren’t the only sounds in the room, with your excited whimpers and gasps joining his whines. The impact of your fingers thrusting increased and you kept in motion, chasing that next level of pleasure.

You held your hand firm, the palm of your hand beginning to collide with your clitoral hood. It wasn’t as powerful as a spank to this area, but it still added more excitement.

Your fingers were squelching as you continued to work them, going in as deep as you could every time. Your nerves were on fire and you could feel how your walls had started spasming around your quick fingers.

You had quit trying to match his humping. You had gotten all that you could from it, now you were racing ahead of him, moving to the pace that your desire dictated.

You found that he had raised his head, no longer watching your fingers. Instead his eyes were now set on your face. He could probably tell just how close you were and that made you want to fall apart even more. Although it hadn’t been your plan, you thought now that there was no better way to welcome him home.

Your chest swelled up and your hips uncontrollably stuttered forward, driving you into a faster tempo. You genuinely couldn’t stop now, you were thrilled by the edge that you had brought yourself up to.

You whimpered as you rocked forward, no longer able to keep your eyes open. You could feel that the dam inside of you was starting to burst and you welcomed it all.

You slumped into your climax, becoming still as the afterglow dawned on you. You removed your messy fingers and started to catch your breath.

Amongst all of the other experiences playing out for you right now, you also took notice of the fact that your boyfriend was still humping. You acknowledged this without opening your eyes. “You can stop now, cucciolo.”

Also without opening your eyes, you extended your arm out, putting your wet fingers in his face. Instantly you heard him gasp, before his mouth encapsulated your fingertips. He started to lick and suck at your fingers, working his mouth all over to collect your cum.

You were still filled with tingles as you steadily blinked your eyes open. You lifted your head, wanting to watch him. And what you saw didn’t disappoint in the slightest. With his eyes shut, he was zealously lapping at your fingers as if they were the most delicious popsicle known to man. The look on his flushed face suggested that he was in his own state of bliss, it couldn’t have been as powerful as yours, but he was savouring it all the same.

You felt your heart melt at this sight, a delightful chaser to your orgasm. You were receiving the affirmation that his devotion to you was as intact as it had been before his departure.

You felt that he more than deserved affection, and you began to run your unoccupied fingers through his soft hair, taming the strands lazily. He opened his eyes, the warm hazel of his irises greeting you as he happily continued his thorough work. You couldn’t help but smile down at him, feeling in every fibre of your being how pleased you were to have him home.

When he emptied his mouth of your fingers, he wiped at his chin and failed to return your smile. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Sometimes a silly puppy just can’t help himself.” You said, adopting a much softer tone than before. “And that’s why we have punishments, isn’t it? So that you can learn your lesson and you did learn it, didn’t you?” Straight away he nodded. “And learning your lesson didn’t come at the cost of your boner, I see.”

He smiled sheepishly in response. “Yeah, well, you’re really sexy. That’s what got this whole thing started in the first place.”

You put your hands to his cheeks and drew him in for the first kiss, tasting a cigarette mixed with your cum. “No reason for that to go to waste.”

“You mean…?”

You moved towards the centre of the mattress. “Yeah, c’mon puppy, get a rubber and let’s do doggy.” You were giggling a little as you rolled onto your stomach.

It didn’t take long for him to join you on the bed, getting into position behind you. You lifted your ass into the air as you moved your knees forward, placing them beneath your hips. His hands eagerly took hold of your hips as he got closer, lining himself up. You braced yourself with your thighs parted and your back arched for him.

“No more punishing, no more lessons to be learned, let’s just fuck.” You declared.

“Fuck yes.” He whispered back.

Soon you were feeling his bony hips against your butt, and then his tip was pressing into your slicked pussy. You were conscious of the after-shocks of your orgasm as his head spread your puffy labia minora.

You bit into your lower lip, listening to how shallow his breathing had become as he inserted more-and-more of his length.

Once he was fully inside, he leaned down, his chest coming to rest against your back. He applied kisses to your neck, just behind your ear. This elicited shivers from you, your body already so receptive to him.

“I missed you so much.” He said, his breath tickling your skin.

You pushed back on him gently. “Show me, puppy.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and thrusted into you, his cock plunging between your sensitive walls. You wiggled your ass against him, savouring this far superior feeling of being filled by him. He worked his hips some more and you grabbed for the bedsheets as your anticipation mounted.

He found the greatest range of movement when he straightened up. And he instantly set about taking advantage of this - his thrusts coming in quicker and smoother. He was finally able to hump you properly, setting into the optimum pace.

Everything accelerated from here, with him adopting an unrelenting tempo to drive into you. Your hands gripped the sheet harder and the sound of his laboured breathing filled your ears, an occasional whine added to the mix.

You kept working your hips, meeting every one of his rocks. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last, with your body given next to no time to come down from the intensity of your solo climax. The sensitivities continued to grip you, running the show.

You moaned and buried your face in the bed as he gained speed, his reckless jackhammering hitting harder. Your tensed body moved with him as you pursued your mutual goal.

“Please puppy, don’t stop.” You rasped. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Unh, unh, uh.” He could only gasp in response.

He got faster, his cock desperately stroking against your aching walls. All of the sensations were like a series of grand fireworks, almost enough to overwhelm your brain.

He let out a loud whimper on his next plunge forward. Then it seemed like everything was frozen for a moment when he didn’t rock back.

When he did get his hips moving again, it wasn’t as smooth as before. He moved through the bumpy fucking and your cunt continued to hug him. There wasn’t much of a chance for you to adjust to this unpredictable rhythm, but your desires were fed by the ongoing motions.

Two quick bucks into you were accompanied by him crying your name out. Then everything stopped again. But it wasn’t like the previous frozen sensation, now you got the sense that something had snapped.

You smiled as you lifted your head. “Is my puppy coming already?”

“Yea-yes.” He responded in a small voice.

“Aw, so soon?” You asked as his hips spasmed against your ass of their own accord. “You’re just the most excited puppy in the world, aren’t ya?” You grinded back into him. “You couldn’t wait to come for me, hm?”

“No, couldn’t wait.”

You began to work your hips again, timing your bucks to the next words that you said. “My little over-excited puppy.”

He held onto your hips as you set into your own tempo, moving as best suited your heightened state. You pushed against him, licking your lips as his dick massaged your tender walls.

With one last powerful thrust, your satisfaction was secured and you writhed into a second orgasm. You were overwhelmed with bliss as the tension snapped for you too.

You were shaky as you separated from him, lowering your body and finding a comfortable position to lay down. You were smiling, still enjoying the giddy tingles that he had brought into your day.

You noticed that his hair had gotten all messed up again as he laid down with you. As he steadily caught his breath, you wrapped your arms around him, because you were craving closeness.

You began to kiss him, feeling greedy and as if you had to make up for all the intimacy missed out on. As he kissed you back, his calloused fingers caressed your cheek. This was everything that you hadn’t realised you had been missing. You were feeling more than just the relief of getting to the end of an in-depth study session and a long day - this was a feeling of being complete.

You were smiling as the kiss ended and you rubbed the tip of your nose against his, because it was simply too cute to resist doing so. “Welcome home, silly puppy.”

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𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖑2326’𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Harry Potter

Marauders

Dune

Avatar: The Last Airbender

One Piece Live Action

DC

The Hunger Games

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

The Walking Dead

Harlan Coben’s Shelter

Star Wars

Ride the Cyclone

Peaky Blinders

Ghostbusters

Mötley Crüe

Måneskin

PJO Book

PJO TV

Hazbin Hotel

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[marlena-immortale]

A Valentine’s Surprise

Summary: You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day. 

CW: SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol  

Word Count: 5.2k

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You wake up to a cold and empty bed, which is out of the ordinary. For the past few months, you’ve been used to waking up all wrapped up in the limbs of your four beautiful lovers, slowly taking in the world after a well needed deep sleep for all of you, usually caused by the various bedroom activities you got up to the night before. 

But this morning is different. As you regain consciousness you remember falling asleep with all of them late last night. So where could they have gone so early without telling you? You start to feel a little left out, which doesn’t help how you’ve already been feeling lately. You know that your partners love you and that you’re an equal part of this relationship, but sometimes it feels like you’re on the outside. You’ve been feeling that way ever since their management’s album release celebration idea happened to be a wedding ceremony. You know it was just publicity for the band and that you couldn’t have participated in it even if they wanted you to. It all feels a little irrational to be upset about so you haven’t brought it up to your partners, but you’re sure they can sense something has been a little off recently. 

You drag your tired body out of bed to pick up your phone you must’ve left on the dresser and find a handwritten note on top of it sealed with a heart shaped wax seal. It reads:

To our beloved Y/n, 

Happy Valentine’s Day. 

Today, we want you to feel just as special as we know you are. So be ready by 7pm, we’ll send a car to pick you up, and check the closet for our first Valentine’s gift to you.

Love you always, 

Victoria, Ethan, Thomas, & Damiano

You immediately can’t stop smiling, happy that they not only didn’t just leave you in the middle of the night, but are preparing a surprise just for you for Valentine’s Day. Feeling much more invigorated than before, you make your way to the closet and open the door to find a beautiful long red silk dress with a very high slit up the side. You hold it up to your body in the mirror and can’t help touching the smooth fabric you’ll soon have all over your skin. Looking over to the other side of the closet, there’s a white box with a big red bow on it. You unwrap the bow, giddy to see what else they’ve gotten you, to find the softest sexiest set of lingerie you’ve ever seen. There’s a matching bra, panty, and garter belt set, all red with black details. It’s gorgeous and you remember the high slit in the dress and blush, thinking of how the thigh garter and strap will be visible to anyone looking. And your blush deepens knowing that this is exactly what they must’ve planned when they picked this out for you. Your head swims with thoughts of what they’ll be wearing and where they could be taking you and what your night may consist of. 

You quell your excitement for now by focusing on getting ready so you can be perfectly put together for them, deciding to take a relaxing bath before anything else. Mostly to kill time as you can’t get any actual work done thinking about what’s in store for tonight. 

— — — 

After your bath, you do your hair and makeup in the way that makes you feel prettiest, adding just a bit of extra blush than usual to complement the red of the dress and match the occasion. It’s finally time to slip into the lingerie and the dress and you put them all on so carefully despite them clearly being made well enough to withstand a bit of wear and tear. You look at yourself in the mirror one last time, feeling like such a princess in this outfit, so excited to see your partners and get to kiss them and leave lipstick marks all over them. The love you feel for them is truly unmatched in this moment. They must’ve gone to such great lengths to make tonight happen with their busy schedules, and not to mention them successfully keeping it all a secret from you. How they managed to do that with Damiano’s blabber mouth you’ll never know. You think about how cute they must’ve been while planning this. Vic probably took the lead, directing the boys on what to do and them following along. Ethan probably picked the venue and Damiano probably picked the outfits. And you can just imagine Thomas complaining with every task he’s given but secretly loving putting this much attention and detail into planning something for you. 

By the time you’re smiling to yourself in the mirror thinking about how adorable your partners are, you get a text from them in your group chat, telling you the driver is pulling up now. You get in the car, texting them that you’re on your way, even if you don’t know where that is yet.

— — — 

You step out of the car, taking in your surroundings, to see your favorite restaurant. They must’ve planned this so far in advance; this place is always booked. How sweet of them. It’s a little chilly out so you’re glad you paired your outfit with one of Vic’s big fluffy white fur coats. 

Walking into the restaurant, the hostess leads you to a section you’ve never been sat before, the balcony. Your partners must’ve reserved the entire private balcony for this dinner. As soon as the doors are opened and you lay your eyes on them, you can’t help but smile seeing all their beautiful faces. Their outfits are coordinating reds and blacks to match your own. Vic is wearing the most beautiful short black slip dress with red stockings being held up with similar garters to yours, and a red jacket. Thomas is wearing an all red suit with a black harness underneath. Damiano is wearing a black and red suit with a sheer black top underneath. And Ethan is wearing a sheer black blouse, red wide leg dress pants, and a small pretty red bow in his half-up hair. They look so amazing and you realize that with the matching colors and fabrics, you all make the perfect, complete picture together. 

“I love you guys so much,” you tell them, unable to contain it anymore. 

“Aww we love you too sweetheart,” Vic greets you first with a hug and a kiss, and then everyone takes a turn wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day and trying to keep their kisses to a PG level while you’re still in semi-public. 

The dinner is lovely, just as it always is at this restaurant, and the company is even better, your connection with them feeling so natural and conversation flowing easily. 

“We were going to make you a homemade dinner, but someone can’t even cook pasta without setting it on fire so we booked a reservation here instead,” Damiano says, sending a glare in Thomas’s direction, who just laughs and shrugs innocently. 

“You’re going to be even more surprised with what we have planned next,” Ethan barely gets out of his mouth before Vic shoves his shoulder, barely even moving him an inch, and tells him, “Shhh, you’ll ruin the surprise!” Now you’re even more excited to get on with this night. 

After dinner, they lead you back to the car where you all squeeze into the back, even though there’s plenty of room one row up. It’s more cozy this way. 

“How’d you like your dinner baby?” Ethan asks, your legs basically on top of his.

“It was really great, thank you guys. Today has been magical already.”

“Just wait babe, we have so much more to show you,” Thomas teases with a wink and a squeeze of your exposed thigh. 

The car parks and you realize you’ve not been driven home, you’re at a hotel. They must see your confused expression, thinking the rest of the night would be spent in your shared bed together. 

“We may have booked a nice hotel suite for the occasion.” Vic informs you.

“Nice? Babe, we booked the nicest hotel suite. You’re gonna love it!” Damiano corrects her, dragging you by the hand to the elevator. It’s a beautiful, ornate hotel that must cost a fortune to stay at. You decide to not ask questions and just enjoy the luxury. 

In the elevator, no one can seem to keep their hands to themselves. You can feel hands gently wrapping around your waist from behind and little kisses being snuck on your neck and jaw. Your own hands have somehow wandered to Ethan’s hair, undoing his pretty bow as he stares at you with his intense eyes. 

Your jaw drops as soon as the elevator door opens to the most beautiful hotel suite, decorated with rose petals all over, leading to the bedroom, and the perfect low warm lighting that makes it feel comfy, even with how fancy it is. You follow the rose petals to the bedroom and see a huge bed they must’ve specially requested. There’s ice buckets full of expensive champagne bottles, and silver trays of chocolate covered strawberries, and bouquets of red roses all around you. It’s the perfect cliche Valentine’s Day dream come true. 

You’re so in love and so grateful for your lovers that if you don’t get your lips on them right this second, you’ll start crying. So you do exactly that, turning around to grab the first you see, Ethan, and pulling him in for a kiss. 

“This is amazing. Thank you, I don’t even know what to say.” you try to get out, your eyes not knowing who or what to focus on. 

“Then don’t say anything, just enjoy this gift with us.” Vic says confidently, leading you over to the giant bed. “We made sure to get the extra big bed, so we’ll have plenty of room to play around without worrying about someone falling out of bed and breaking their dick.”

“I didn’t break my dick! … Just bruised it a little,” Thomas says back, remembering that night with a laugh. 

You all hop onto the bed together, with plenty of room to spare, and you see Damiano who is looking at you all with such big heart-eyes.

“I just love you all so much. I’m so happy to have you guys in my life, I don’t know what I would do without you.” he says, and you all bring in your most romantic of the group for a big hug, sharing similar sweet sentiments to each other. 

“You know you guys didn’t have to do all this for me, I would’ve been just as happy planning something for you instead,” you tell them, starting to feel a little guilty that you weren’t involved in the planning of this at all. 

“Well, you can help plan next year’s Valentines celebration,” Ethan starts. “But this year, we wanted it to be special for you.”

Thomas continues, “We know we haven’t had a lot of time lately to see you and we know you’ve been feeling a little left out. So we wanted to show you how special you are to us.”

“We love you y/n, and you deserve all of our love and more,” Vic says, arms around your shoulders. She leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek as you hold back tears from how adorable they’re being and how they know exactly what you needed to hear. 

You take a breath, clearing your head, before saying what you really want at this moment. “Well, now that I know how much you guys love me,” you tease, “how about we put this bed to good use huh?” They seem to like this idea, needing your go-ahead before switching the tone of the evening to something more fun.

You all strip each other of your nice outfits, not wanting to get them all sweaty and dirty, when you see what they’ve been hiding underneath. They all have on coordinating lingerie too and the only thought in your brain is oh fuck they look hot. You’ve never seen Thomas in something so slutty and it’s got you reeling. He’s fidgeting around under your gaze in his tiny little red lace g-string thong that does absolutely nothing to cover him, that black chest harness you spotted under his jacket earlier, and nothing else. When you finally tear your eyes away from him, you spot Damiano next, showing off his beautiful black sheer panties and bralette combo with a matching black silk floor length robe he’s put on. Ethan is wearing super short and tight red boxers that attach to garters that wrap around his thigh muscles that he could probably bust out of if he flexed them hard enough. And Vic looks drop dead gorgeous in her red lace thong bodysuit and matching thigh garter bands. Your own panties they picked out for you are starting to get uncomfortable with how wet they’ve gotten you just by being in their presence with these sexy lingerie sets. 

Thomas spots the fresh chocolate covered strawberries and picks one up to feed to you. You accept the treat, looking him in the eyes while you wrap your lips around it, effectively distracting him, but he spills a little chocolate onto your chest. 

“Hey Thomas, don’t get our girlfriend all messy … at least not yet,” Damiano says.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. He can just lick it off to clean it up,” you tell him. Thomas’s eyes light up. He smirks before letting a bit more chocolate drip onto you, this time lower down your cleavage.

“Oops,” Thomas says in his most innocent voice. You all giggle at his very cute behavior, but the moment his tongue starts lapping at the chocolate right at the low neckline of your lingerie and he stares up at you with his big eyes, your giggles turn a little breathier. 

As you let yourself be distracted by Thomas’s tongue slipping lower and lower, you feel more hands on you. This time, they’re from Ethan, gently laying you down onto the soft bed against the mountain of pillows. 

You then see Vic crawling on top of you with something in her hands. A bottle of opened champagne in one and a bottle of chocolate sauce in the other, smiling down at you, already stripped down completely. Now you have something else to get distracted by. And while you are, Damiano takes the opportunity to take your lingerie off too, kissing the newly exposed skin with each tug of the fabric. He runs into Thomas, still licking at your chest and guides him to follow, leaving sloppier, deeper kisses after Damiano’s gentle chaste ones. 

You look around to see where Ethan has gone and find him behind Damiano and Thomas, stripping them and himself of their lingerie. It’s a shame you don’t get to stare at them in it for longer but you’re just as happy to see their completely nude bodies on top of you. 

With everyone in a more nude state, Thomas, who has been extra lovey and clingy tonight, decides he wants to be even closer to you and wedges himself between the bed and you, allowing you to lie your head on his chest and sit between his long legs. Ethan and Damiano are on either side of you, their hands seemingly everywhere; playing with your nipples and teasing your thighs and kissing your neck and playing with your hair. It all blends together when their hands are pleasuring you so nicely. 

Vic is tired of waiting and mounts your lap, shoving Thomas to move his legs so she can get on top of you. “Let me get in here too, honey,” she tells Thomas as she climbs on top of you. He complies, but only to pull her in to straddle the both of you, the extra height making her pussy rub against your lower stomach. You can feel how wet she is and it turns you on, being trapped between Thomas’s boner and Vic’s wet pussy. 

“Mm, you feel so good baby, do you like having my pussy all over you?” she asks. All you can manage in response is a nod.

“Oh c’mon, we know you can do better than that. We’ve heard you be very naughty before. Don’t make us force it out of you.” Ethan encourages you.

Ethan’s words definitely break your spell of silence. “Yes, yes I love it. I love having you pussy on me Vic!” 

“Ah there she is, our naughty little vixen. Good boy Ethan, getting her to speak,” Damiano teases Ethan who is not usually the submissive one in this pair. 

“Careful sweetheart, or we may have to punish you after we finish our celebrations today,” Ethan threatens so sweetly. Damiano just smirks and bites his lip in response, excited to see how his lovers will punish him. 

Vic gets you all back on track to the task at hand by pouring some champagne into your mouth and then kissing you, letting her tongue taste the liquid between your lips.

“Mm, sweet, just like you,” she says, punctuating with one more kiss to your lips. “I wonder how it would taste elsewhere on this delicious body of yours.” She then pours it down your chest and watches it drip down your body onto Thomas’s. Damiano and Ethan take their turn to lick it off of you, making sure to get every drop. 

Vic lifts one of your legs and pours it slowly starting at your ankle so it flows down your leg and she sensually licks it all the way to where it stops on your thigh and drips down to Thomas’s. 

You hear Thomas huff and everyone turns their attention to him. “It’s all over me too but no one seems to be licking it,” he complains with a pout.

“Aww, does our baby want some attention too?” Vic asks. “He’s right, we shouldn’t let this champagne go to waste.” Everyone goes to lick the excess champagne off of his skin while you turn your head to kiss him deeply, feeling every twitch and moan of his while he basks in the feeling of all of their tongues on him, licking and kissing his thighs and hips. 

While Ethan and Damiano busy themselves with getting the last remnants of champagne off of you and Thomas, Vic then gets out the chocolate sauce next. She tests it out by pouring a little bit onto your chest, prompting Ethan to lick it off first, saying, “you like sweet things.” 

He complies, licking it off your chest, right above your nipple and it’s a different feeling to them licking the champagne. It’s thicker and he has to really lick hard to get it all off which feels so good, not to mention Vic must’ve heated up the sauce because it’s nice and warm on your skin. She pours it in little designs on your skin and Ethan and Damiano lick it up so enthusiastically. 

“Slow down there boys, there’s enough to go around I promise,” Vic teases but they ignore her, lapping up the chocolate just as eagerly. 

“Do you want to try some Thomas?” Vic asks and Thomas nods. She pours some in her own mouth and then prompts Thomas to open his mouth by pulling down his bottom lip, letting the chocolate sauce and her spit drop into his mouth before kissing him passionately with the sweet sauce between their lips. 

When she breaks her kiss with Thomas, she gives the other boys something to do by pouring some sauce on both of your nipples and pushing their heads to lick it off. Then she spreads yours and Thomas’s legs and fits herself between them. She drips the sauce on your inner thighs and lets it drip down onto Thomas’s as well, watching as it slowly falls. She licks both of your thighs and then goes a bit higher, first teasing Thomas right under his balls to hear him whimper before diving into your pussy with her tongue. She knows your body and your reactions so well and she always eats you out like you’re her last meal. She’s got you grinding into her face because it just feels so good especially with Damiano still licking your nipples and Ethan kissing your neck and Thomas’s hands gripping your hips and you are in fucking heaven right now.

Thomas’s grip on your hips slowly starts turning into him desperately grinding your body down on his dick and moaning under you. Vic takes notice once her pace of licks on your clit is altered.

“Hey, I know you’re horny, but quit using our girlfriend to jerk yourself off, you’re messing up my rhythm,” Vic teases, but it just seems to make Thomas harder under you. 

“Pleeaase Vic, I need her pussy so bad,” Thomas whines desperately.

“Hm, hold on. I have an idea,” Vic says with a mischievous look on her face. She whispers something to Ethan before getting off the bed. You try to follow her with your eyes but Ethan blocks your vision by climbing between your legs and leaning down over you, his long hair stopping you from looking over his shoulder.  

“Hi,” he simply says, giving you such a sweet and gentle kiss, only to catch you off guard by hiking up your legs around his waist to control your body and push you further up onto Thomas’s chest. Now your brain stopped working because you can feel both Thomas’s and Ethan’s cocks resting right on top of your pussy. They seem to be affected by this too and both gasp. 

“Um hello, can I be in on this secret plan too?” you hear Damiano say from beside you. Ethan rolls his eyes and smirks but pulls Damiano over and holds his hand, bringing it between your bodies to wrap around both his and Thomas’s cocks. His fingers don’t fit all the way around both but he does his best to jerk them both off against each other. There’s too much friction though so Damiano takes it upon himself to spit onto their tips, spreading the saliva all around to smooth the feeling and when they start getting into it, he bends over to lick at them too. 

And you’re just sitting there, legs spread wide with Damiano licking and sucking Thomas and Ethan together so close to your pussy but not close enough. It’s torture and you make it known with a loud whine, to which Damiano laughs and teases you even more by periodically blowing cool air over your pussy or “accidentally” bumping into it on his path of licking the cocks, or just barely gives you a lick before taking his tongue back to the boys and frustrating you even more. 

Just in time before you shove Damiano’s face into your pussy in retaliation for his teasing, Vic comes back with lube. “Dami honey, open her up with your tongue first,” Vic tells him.

You smirk at him, feeling like you finally got your way, and Damiano giggles before pushing Ethan out of the way dramatically and picking up Thomas’s cock, but not without a kiss to the tip first, and gently moving it to the side so he can make room for himself to feast on your ass.

After about ten wonderful seconds of his tongue licking around your rim, he stops to complain, “Thomas, your cock won’t stay where I left it.”

Thomas just laughs at his wild statement, “There’s not much I can do about that.”

“Everytime I move it, it just comes right back and twitches on my cheek. I swear you’re doing it on purpose.” 

Thomas stops himself from laughing even louder. “Okay okay, I’m very sorry on behalf of my cock for not staying where you put it.”

“You and your cock are forgiven,” Damiano says, trying to keep his straight face before giving Thomas’s cock a kiss of forgiveness, which only makes it jump more. You try to put yourself back into a sexy mood which you have no trouble doing once Damiano switches to gently rubbing lube into your hole with his finger just barely pushing in. 

You look off to the side to see Ethan and Vic have made use of this time by making out with each other, Vic straddling Ethan and grinding on his lap while she pulls his hair and kisses his neck thoroughly. 

The stretch of Damiano’s tongue teasing your rim and his now two fingers inside you feels so good that you push yourself down onto them, making Thomas hold your waist to his body to prevent you from moving so much. 

Once he’s done, Damiano gives your hole one last kiss and gets Vic’s attention away from Ethan's mouth to show her what a good job he’s done, smiling up at her.

“Aww, you did such a good job baby,” she praises, giving him a little scratch under his chin, loving his cute reactions to her being more dominant. “Okay, now Ethan, you come here.”

She directs Ethan to kneel between your legs and then slowly guides Thomas’s cock into your asshole. You focus on the smooth stimulation of him against your walls to distract yourself from the discomfort of the stretch. Thomas moans and whimpers and is so loud about it because you're still so tight even after Damiano’s stretching and with plenty of lube. You hang onto Thomas’s hip, digging your nails in as you brace yourself. Then Ethan pushes himself into your pussy and you suddenly feel so full and so surrounded and protected by your lovers.

 They get into a rhythm of Ethan holding your hips to move your body up and down onto Thomas’s cock while he shoves in and out on beat, like he’s playing your bodies like he plays the drums. While you get used to the feeling, Dami positions his cock right next to your head, guiding you to turn your head to suck him off. You don’t have much range of motion in this position so he slowly starts fucking into your mouth instead.

You slide your mouth off of him for a moment to say, “Dami, your thrusts are so off-beat from Ethan and Thomas.” You can’t help wanting to feel like the melody of a song they’re making just for you, using your body as their instrument. 

Thomas helps him out by using one of his hands to jerk the rest of Damiano’s cock that’s not in your mouth in time with Ethan’s thrusts. It all feels so good and just like music the way they’re all thrusting on quarter and eighth notes on the same rhythm together. 

While all this is happening, you’re missing the touch of your girlfriend so you pull Vic in too, who replies saying, “I was trying to figure out how to fit into this but now I have the perfect idea.” She lays herself on you backwards on all fours, her knees barely touching the bed on top of two people, with her pussy in your face and her own mouth on your clit and Ethan’s cock as he slides in and out. Ethan seems to love this idea, his moans getting louder. You start obediently eating her out while moaning on her pussy that drips down your chin.

“Hey I was using that mouth,” Damiano says, now with his dick just resting next to your face.

“Then maybe you should put your dick to better use,” Vic says, coming up for air from between yours and Ethan’s crotches.

Dami decides to do just that and comes around the back to prep Ethan’s ass before beginning to fuck him, letting Ethan’s thrusts into you be the guide for how quick he fucks him. He rubs Ethan’s big muscles, feeling how they move under his fingers, and plays with his hair and neck and even the base of his cock as it slides into you. 

Everyone is moaning and pleasuring each other and it all feels so connected and synchronous, you don’t even feel like separate people anymore, just one big mass of bodies and pleasure. 

“Fuuck, Ethan I can feel you through y/n. You both feel so fucking amazing,” Thomas says, almost screaming at this point.

“Mmh I know baby, I know. You feel so good too, doing such a good job for me, keeping up with my pace,” Ethan replies, his voice so fucked out. You’re all just chasing your pleasure now, working together to make each other feel good and reach your finish lines.

“God, you guys are gonna make me cum. It feels so good. I never want to leave this bed,” Vic says, her words reverberating against your pussy and Ethan’s cock. 

Ethan starts hammering into you and shoving you onto Thomas’s cock even harder, a tell tale sign he’s close, not that anyone can blame him, fucking your pussy, Vic’s tongue on his cock, and Damiano’s cock up his ass. But even with all that stimulation, you still come first, the feeling sneaking up on you with the level of pleasure being so high for so long, moaning and writhing between all of your lovers and all you hear is their mumbled praises and you feel them all around you and this truly is heaven. You’re so out of it you only barely register feeling Thomas buck up into you and cum in your ass before Vic grinds her pussy into your face and you lick up all her wetness. 

Ethan holds off for as long as he can but eventually cums deep inside you. And you can tell Damiano came because of his very dramatic orgasm screams that you will never get tired of, clenching around Ethan’s cock that’s still inside of you when you hear them. 

You’re all out of breath and still inside and on top of each other as you recover from the intense fucking. You slowly and reluctantly part from each other but only enough to get some air back into your lungs. You all refuse to leave each other’s sides, stroking and lazily kissing at whatever sweaty skin is in reach, to show your gratitude. Everyone’s blissed out and a little out of it still but you all mumble your barely coherent vows of love and adoration for each other. 

You lay there, between your four lovers, feeling content and satisfied while you all come back to reality until one voice speaks up louder than the rest. 

“So uh … this suite has a really big shower and it looks like we all need to get cleaned up right about now huh?” Thomas suggests, not wanting the fun to end just yet. 

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[oro-e-diamanti]

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

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

Thomas + angst/fluff/smut

“And for your girlfriend?”

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

“Not his girlfriend. Just friends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they have never been your friends before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thomas, I… please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Some red wine for my girl, please.”

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Lighthouse

Thomas x gender neutral reader

Word count: 3.6k

TW: This is based on an ask I got over a year ago for a Thomas fic where reader is triggered by people yelling and he calms them down. Mentions of probable domestic abuse and vague implications of childhood abuse, neither necessarily physical.

Canvas bag in your left, Thomas’ hand in your right, the crisp spring air was maddening in that it made your nose cold and absolutely nothing else. Today was the first farmers market this year, more trinkets than produce because very little was ripe. Thomas wore a beanie to avoid being recognized, but got so annoyed with the thing that he took it off before you’d even exited the train. Now it was a bulge in his jacket pocket, taunting you with the possibility of falling onto the stale city street.

It was nice to have these as your day’s worries: skin bitten by the cold breeze, the lack of seasonal vegetables, a lost hat. There’d been a time when you prayed for the mundane, for stupid arguments over socks on the living room floor or the last cup of coffee already drunk. Socks could be washed and more coffee made. The problem with a broken home is that the pieces never quite fit back together. Too sharp.

“Hey.” Thomas shoulder checks you, using your intertwined hands to prevent tripping. He’s gotten good at spotting when your thoughts start circling the drain.

“Hey, sorry,” you huff, remembering to breathe.

“Don't apologize.” He kisses the top of your head, dramatically swinging your arms as a distraction. Because of the foot in height difference he’s jerking you around a bit. It’s annoying and very effective at getting you mentally unstuck.

“Okay, okay.” You smile, and instead of calling that a victory, Thomas starts walking backwards, tugging some more.

“I’m gonna trip and die or you’re gonna trip and die.”

“Such a pessimist,” he complains, with a theatrical eye roll. Tommy stops walking and you run into him, but it's purposeful. He’s ready for the forward momentum and drops your hand to wrap you in a hug. 

“It's inconvenient, how good you’ve become at reading my facial expressions,” you mumble into his jacket, zipper pressing into your cheek.

“And you can tell when I’m hungry when I can’t tell that I’m hungry.” 

“Mind reading is a cooler super power than being a hunger meter.”

“Mm mm, I disagree.” He loosens his arms so you can pull back and see each other.

“You’d look damn good in a cape though.” Tommy has this special smile that's exclusive to your compliments. He doesn’t worry that the adorable soft spot under his chin turns into a roll. His nose scrunches, revealing the minor asymmetries of his perfect mouth. Thomas had a tooth pulled on the right side at age 11, so only the left side is slightly crowded. In moments of intense passion you liked to lick where his canine overlapped with the tooth behind it. He never quite understood that.

“Well, I can’t argue with facts,” he shrugs, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the station. 

“Maybe they’ll have a cape vendor next week!” From then on, things are light hearted, because he's so good at that. The train is mostly empty, which somehow makes the plastic seating marginally less uncomfortable. Thomas takes a piece of gum out of your purse, laughing at the collection of accidently stolen pens bearing the insignia of various offices. Before he can crumple the wrapper, you take it and the Central Manhattan Dentistry pen to make a sketch of Thomas. He strikes a philosophical pose and you use your knee cap as a table for seven stops. 

“You need to pick a pose you can hold.”

“I can hold this,” he insists, chin in the deep between his thumb and pointer finger. He starts regretting it at stop two, but doesn’t admit defeat until stop five. Of course the drawing is horrible, but efforts to throw it away are met with progressively more zealous insistence from Thomas that the piece be displayed in custom framing. Through all the squabbling, the wrapper gets torn accidentally. Automatically, you brace for the fallout.

“Aww! You’ll have to draw me another one next week,” he laughs, rubbing your arm affectionately, lips to temple. It was his Everything Is Okay kiss, his You Didn’t Mess Up At All kiss, his I’m Not Mad At You Baby kiss, his I’m Never Gonna Yell kiss. 

“You know, I was thinking we should finish the ciabatta loaf today, before it goes stale. Your mint plant has been looking really good. I read this new technique where you turn the pot a quarter every week so the sun…” The gum wrapper flutters to the floor as you stand to get off, all of it forgotten.

Three blocks away from your second home and you realize it's gonna be one of those days. One of those days where your mind and the world collaborate to make you dust off every single coping mechanism in your repertoire. On the opposite side of the street a group of five wearing NYU swag are captivated by the epic row between similarly aged romantic partners. A man and a woman screaming with both windows open.

“Who the fuck doesn’t have the decency to close their windows?” This question is promptly answered, as the woman launches a speaker out of the second story window. Thomas stops to watch with his mouth agape, enthralled. On the other side of the street, you may be safe from shrapnel, but those college kids are taking chances with their proximity. What if one of them got hurt? Who would take them to the hospital? Which hospital? Would you have to call 911? Would they get mad at you for calling 911? What if the disbatcher fucks up and the ambulence never comes?

“You fucking bitch, this is the kind of shit that makes me want to wring your neck!”

“Oh yeah, threaten me, baby,” she replies with heavy sarcasm, bending over to push something towards the window. The man lunges in her direction. He’s going to slap her. He’s just picking something up. It's a toaster. He’s gonna bludgeon her with the toaster. No he’s throwing it out the window. This one lands on a car and the alarm begins blaring.

“Holy shit, this is like reality TV in real life,” Thomas chuckles. 

“I don’t want to threaten you! I don’t want to be that guy! But you make me into that guy!” You make me.

“I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU,” she screams, hysterically trying to convince herself of this fact. She was terrified and sent a second speaker out the window. This one lands differently. Instead of a thud, you can hear it break into pieces as soon as it hits the cement. She has to get out of there. They’re both wasted, but she's belligerent and slurring. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me, you crazy bitch! I deserve respect, as the man of the house!” he bellows. You shudder violently, because that sentence is way too familiar. 

“I already called the police so shut the fuck up!” screams someone from the unit directly behind you. This time you startle so severely that your feet leave the ground for a moment. The man throws the microwave out of the window and the glass tray inside breaks. The sound of glass breaking always made you nauseous, but you couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink.

“Yeah? And what the fuck do you think the police are going to do!? Fucking NOTHING.” Her voice is guttural, rubbed raw and trashed. You can taste the copper in your mouth, just like you know she can. Blood diluted by spit from screaming. 

“Get out. Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT,” she wails, nearly falling over as she points to the window.

“This is my apartment. I pay for ALL of this shit!” There's that male rage again, its only purpose is to create subservience out of fear. Compliance from children who just want the sound to stop, whose insides get twisted up everytime their caretaker uses fear as a means to an end and then calls that love. Children who grow up damaged because they were taught that the world is scary and ruthless and unfeeling. 

If you hadn’t been in the midst of a flashback, your reflexes would have been better. Plates, glasses, mugs, the sounds of these breaking were your biggest triggers, the thing you just couldn’t defeat. When the woman pours a half-packed cardboard box out of the window, you can’t get your hands over your ears fast enough. It’s all kitchenware and at least half a dozen plates have shattered on the pavement by the time you’ve muffled the sound.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. No! No, no! STOP!” Someone was screaming, but not the woman in the second story apartment. It was your mother’s voice, or maybe your sister’s. They didn’t even live in this state, what the hell were they doing here? You can feel yourself being shaken, and only then realize that you’re in the dark.

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n, amour, amour, tell me what's happening. Tesorina, do you need me to – should I, um, do I call…I don't know. I don’t know how to help. I should and I don’t. Fuck.” Finally you’re aware that the voice is speaking to you directly and open your eyes. Tommy is alarmed, bordering on panic. Finally the connection is made: you were the one screaming. Seeing his face brings the present into focus. He’s sitting on the ground which is why you’re crouched over. Or rather the cause and effect is the other way around.

One artichoke is on top of the storm drain, canvas bag crumpled beside you. The blown glass guitar Thomas had purchased and entrusted you to carry is shattered beyond repair. That metaphor and the public embarrassment, is what finally brings you to tears. 

“I br – bro – oke it. ‘M s – sorry.” Thomas looks absolutely mystified until he follows your line of sight. Hands still clamped over your ears, it sounds like you’re speaking underwater.

“Oh my god, tesorina, I don’t care. What can I do?”

“Home,” you squeak, vision blurred. 

“Of course.” Thomas takes the bag and letting him pull it from your arm means briefly uncovering your ear. The couple are now whisper-yelling, sparing glances in your direction. Bucklist item achieved: screaming at someone to stop shouting and they actually stop shouting. The first step forward, a piece of the broken guitar shatters under your boot.

“I ruined it,” you manage to blurt, before giving into a gasping sob.

“It doesn’t matter, tesorina.” Little treasure. Thomas reaches out and you snatch your hand away without thinking. Betrayal. He hides it at an impressive speed, but it's there.

“I’m s –ss – sorry. Ruined it,” you sob. “I – everything, I ju –just –”

“It’s a piece of glass,” he whispers. “I love you and it's just a piece of glass. It’s a thing, y/n.” Slowly, you reach forward, and Tommy meticulously laces his fingers with yours, one at a time. When your hands are clasped his thumb brushes back and forth, soothing.  

You never look up from the stained pavement, not once, even during a busy intersection. You can’t tell if you’re crying because you can’t feel your face. No words are spoken, but Thomas’ anxiety radiates from every pore. You stumble behind him, led by the hand, stomach in your throat as you free fall into a storming chasm of childhood memories. On the fourth stair you trip and land on all fours, so Thomas leads you to the elevator instead.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Y/n?” You stare at the upholstered wall. Chocolate brown with tan line work weaving in and out of itself. You count every time the lines cross. At 36 something touches your back. You wrench away from it and whip around. Thomas is holding the elevator open with one hand because this is his floor. The other hand had tried to gently guide you.

The heavy front door slams shut. That sound hasn’t made you jump for months, but today it prompts a sharp inhale that has you choking on your own spit.

“Tesorina, are you okay? Are you okay?” The carpet had been freshly cleaned, but the cigarette mark burned into the cream-colored fibers remained. Vision blurring out of focus, you remind yourself that these feelings are from a past life. You no longer inhabit a space where they’re true. Movement in your peripheral makes you blink hard to clear the tears from your eyes. It’s Thomas, crawling across the floor. He kneels at your feet to meet your downturned eyes. He waits. 

He weeps. Tries not to, but ends up having to wipe his eyes roughly. Tommy is visibly sickened by the magnitude of his empathy. He feels what you feel, and knowing how unbearable that is, you reach a hand out to cup his face. He places his hand over yours, brings it to his lips. Tommy kisses every finger tip, every knuckle, then palm, wrist, forearm. At seven years old, you’d watched your mother get “Corinthians 1:13” tattooed in the same place after an AA meeting. She repeated that verse to you like building a shield. Looking into your boyfriend’s face now, you understand that it was never about religion.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;  it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

You collapse into his arms and he catches you. Instead of letting you hide against his neck, Tommy presses his forehead to yours.

“Nothing bad is going to happen if you look at me,” he whispers. The habit was totally subconscious and you met his gaze. 

“Hey, here,” he hands you a paper towel. Gracelessly, you blow your nose. The velcro on the sleeve of your jacket scratches so you take that off. Usually Tommy would help, but he’d taken his hands away as soon as you were stable and was sitting on them. For some reason that makes you cry again. At first it’s a couple tears and then you burst into ugly sobs, hands hiding your face.

“Y/n can you nod yes or no?” You nod and Thomas lets out a long sigh. “Do you understand that I’m not mad at all?” Nod. Deep breath. Shaky exhale. Sob.

“Repeat,” you croak.

“Okay. I’m not mad at you about anything, past, present, or future. There is no anger in my body.”

“Annoyed?” You take a shuddering breath to calm down, able to stop the tears.

“I am not annoyed at all either. No negative emotions directed at you.” You nod and peak through your fingers. Tommy's eyes are so damn earnest. 

“No negative emotions directed at you,” he repeats. “I’m not gonna slam the door.” You nod, fighting the wave of suffocating anxiety from the mere suggestion. “I’m not going to break something or yell.” Back to sobbing, and now you’re choking on your own hair. “Shit, I’m sorry.” It was too close to home, but hearing the words would make breathing easier if not for the tears.

“Hug me,” you manage. Thomas slowly wraps you in a loose embrace. He’s leaning way forward, so your torsos aren’t touching. You climb onto his lap and squeeze, demonstrating what kind of hug you want. He sighs in relief and properly holds you. 

“Can I rub your back?” Nod. His right hand runs up and down, applying  light pressure. Seated sideways, you lean your head on his shoulder; hiccups, but no waterworks. Tommy’s Adam's Apple bobs when he swallows hard. He nicked himself shaving this morning. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am. This is my fault.” Just from his voice, you can hear that Tommy is also trying not to cry. “I know your history, but I just stood there and like, watched the worst trigger imaginable.”

“It's not your fault.”

“I should have gotten you away from there as quickly as possible, not stood to watch like a…” the self-disgust in his voice is palpable. “Piece of shit.”

“Thomas!”

“I’m not saying it was my fault, but I could have prevented it.” He lets out an uneasy, heavy sigh. This was way too much to navigate right now. Disagreeing would cause conflict and conflict would cause –

“Woah, breathe, baby, breathe.” Tommy rocks back and forth. “You’ve done nothing wrong and I’m just really sorry.” You scoff.

“I had a full fledged meltdown in front of everyone. Then I broke the sculpture.”

“I swear to god, if you mention that sculpture one more time.” Even with his voice void of malice, the blood in your veins turns to ice water. “I don’t care about the sculpture, I care about – Wait, no, no, no, that's not how I meant to phrase that at all. I care about you, not the glass thing, that doesn’t matter. God damn it Tom,” he groans, head tilted back. “Please breathe, amour,” he pleads as you shiver. 

“You lied. You are mad.” You get up. With tightly balled into fists, you walk to the sink. Rinsing your face doesn’t help and how he’s seen your hands shaking. You grip the counter and scrunch your eyes closed. How much anger had he buried and when was the reckoning? Would there be any warning? You couldn’t live your life bracing for it.

“Thomas, just get it over with.” You set your jaw, determined to stop the tears for good.

“Get over what?” he asks, standing up.

“Just fight with me now.”

“I just don't want to fight with you.”

“Just yell at me now and get it over with!” What was meant to be stern comes out as a scream, the same kind of scream the woman three blocks up used. Somehow the sound was still bottled up inside you, all these years later.

“Mia vita, I am not going to yell at you. I have never yelled at you.” You roll your eyes at his idealism, that hardened exterior that kept you alive going up.

“In every relationship people yell at eachother. Eventually you were going to yell at me. So just do it now.”

“Over a piece of glass? C’mon, we know this isn’t really about that. ”

“I’m. Not. Crazy.”

“Of course not.” He’s wide eyed and vulnerable, no defensiveness. “I didn’t mean to imply that, but maybe I did and I’m really, really sorry.” Taken aback, you wait for the rest of it.

“I know what anger sounds like, Thomas.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have watched my words and compartmentalized.” His tone of voice remains soft, regardless of your escalation. Again, you wait.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t do this,” you snap. It feels like your heart is being squeezed in your father’s fist. Thomas is taken aback.

“Amour, I don’t understand,” he chokes, suddenly desperate.

“You wouldn’t make me wait and wonder when it's gonna happen, live in fear of when you’re going to snap!” The words fall to the floor with the same weight as stereo speakers out of a second story window. They just lay there on the kitchen tile, ugly and mangled. You’d like to clean them up before the grout is stained red, but don’t have the right supplies. Now you’ll have to get a carpet to hide the stains, or fabricate a perfectly anecdotal lie for house guests, or remodel the kitchen. 

Thomas pulls a bar stool out from under the island, carrying it so the legs don’t scuff against the floor. He sits down gingerly.

“Will you come here, please?” Deciding that Thomas isn’t the type to set traps, you walk over. Standing between his parted legs, you’re the same height.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. You meet his eyes and find no aggression, just his gentle demeanor. Tommy extends a hand, asking you to take it. He puts your palm against his heart and that iron clad exterior falls away. 

“I am upset with the situation, not you. I am upset at those people who made their relationship the whole neighborhood’s problem. I’m upset at myself for handling it poorly. I’m upset that none of the adults in your childhood acted like adults and now you have to suffer. I am not upset with you. I do not care about a piece of glass. I do not care if the whole neighborhood thinks I’m dating a crazy person. You are my crazy person and I love you.” What a relief it is to believe him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry –”

“No.”

“No?”

“You don’t get to apologize about this.”

“But in the elevator I –”

“Nope.”

“The artichoke.”

“Errr,” Tommy makes a sound like a game show buzzer.

“I had a full mental breakdown in public.”

“And?”

“I’m sorr–” He interrupts by loudly shushing you. “The snot!”

“Approval pending.”

“Okay, but for real, I’m sorry for screaming at you. I don’t know where that came from. Well, actually I do. I just didn’t know that it was so close to the surface.”

“Apology accepted,” he hums, wrapping an arm around your waist. You startle and Thomas begins to pull away, but you stop him. 

“I’m going to be jumpy for a while, but that doesn’t mean don’t touch me.”

“I hate that you’re scared of me,” he whispers.

“I’m not scared of you. It's a memory.” As soon as your hands touch his face, Tommy’s eyelids close with heaviness. He’s not expecting the kiss. The skin of your lips sticks together, tacky from tears and saliva.

“You are my lighthouse.”

Notes: Well wasn't that some nice light reading! I am an attention whore so feel free to give me feedback.

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Hi,can you make a headcanon with må with you being a successful model ?

Thank you ,i love your work

ahhh! une demande… merci!!!! i made it more of a “members of må x supermodel!gn!reader” if that makes sense.

word count:<1000

tw: cursing, grammatical errors

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Damiano David

always, ALWAYS made it to your most important runways

you were always very critical of how you dressed due to the industry, but damiano made you feel comfortable as fuck in what ever you wore.

sweatpants. lingerie. you get the jist

would never have a thought that you looked bad in what you wore

as his wardrobe was equally as crazy

definitely went to shoots with you

definitely promoted you

ngl it took all my brain power to figure out some of this😭😭

bare with me

whenever he bought you something he liked watching you model walk to show it off

Victoria De Angelis

here me out

wanted to be a model as well but her path took a turn

then found you

boom!!!! love at first sight

bought you a shit ton of clothes because she adored your model walk

“babe, i don’t have any storage left in my closet”

“you can keep some of it in my side of the closet don’t worry”

went to your most important shoots, like damiano does

went to almost all your runway models

would rewatch videos of your modeling

Thomas Raggi

don’t judge me on this one it took me a minute

definitely was more into designing the looks than wearing them as a child so meeting you was instant click

sewing and designing was one of his more hidden talents so he definitely created some dope shit for you

learned how to do the “model walk”

“babe, i made you a blazer! try it on!”

will go out of his damn way to fix any pieces that don’t fit

on very short notice too

his favorite thing to do was design clothes specifically for you

definitely made you feel like royalty in whatever you wore

OH and loved seeing you model swimmers eheh

Ethan Torchio

LORDDDD HAVE I BEEN READY FOR THIS

will get matching everything.

you know that matching underwear set that is advertised on snapchat?

….matching everything….

goes to all of your shoots; important or not

spoils you. excessively

almost everything in your closet is from ethan

mainly because he wants you to be branded as his, not branded as gucci or victorias secrets.

promotes you everywhere

“MY world famous supermodel”

made you feel like you were on top of the word

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