Be My Slave (Måneskin Fanfiction // Damiano Victoria Ethan Thomas)

number 6: anxious

Multimedia: June.

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Hi! Before moving on with the chapter there are few things I want to ask. I started this fan fiction with no plot in hand whatsoever and I'm writing anything that I feel would be good.

Would it be better if I focused more on the plot and lessen the sex scenes? I feel like since June is their groupie it's only fair if they have sex a lot. They could share other kind of relations in the future but as of now sex is the only thing they have in common so I don't know how the story would work without sex.

I could write sex scenes more or less detailed too. I would appreciate if you let me know which would you prefer.

Also I wrote this chapter listening to Coraline. My newest obsession.

Which one is your favorite Måneskin song?

Enjoy,

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Content Warning: Graphic wlw sex scene, anxiety attack

It felt good to be home. At my own house. For the last year I barely stayed at my own flat so moments like this always felt good. After being with four people 24/7, It felt good to have my own space. I put some music, not their's for a change. I started to tidy up my apartment a bit.

Smoke of my cigarette had filled the whole room. I swung back and forth with the rhythm of the music while putting stuff in their own places. After that I decide to put on some makeup for fun. I didn't feel like changing my clothes. The white shirt I'd put on my black underwear set was comfortable enough as it is. I went to my bedroom and started to do my makeup. I lined my eyes with black eyeshadow. Since I met them, the band was the inspiration for both my outfits and makeup. My hazel eyes looked brown-is because of the dark atmosphere of my room. I let my red-brown hair down. It'd been so long since I spent my time alone that I'd forgotten what was it like. I tried to keep myself occupied in order not to get bored.

This made me feel lucky again. Usually, I always had people with me. People that I could spend my time with. Life with out them was just... boring. I pitied people who judged me without knowing what a great thing I was living. People were so focused on rules and ethics and social status that they usually couldn't realize the life was for fun. And for fun you had to bend the rules. You had to not care what others think.Because the fun is yours to have, not theirs.

I was trying to find something to spend some time on when I heard my door knock. The person behind the door was knocking quickly and loudly. I got nervous because I was not expecting anyone . I rushed to the door. I probably should've take a stick or something for protection but I was too lazy to do so. I opened the door when I saw  it was Victoria from the hole.

She was quaking. Tears rolling down her face, she threw herself on my arms. I felt her irregular breath near my neck. I tried to hold her shaking hands. I was terrified. She looked really bad and I had no idea what I had to do.

I pressed her on the shoulders and helped her to sit. She was barely standing so she obeyed me. I hugged her tightly, waiting for her to calm down.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, even though it was obvious that somethings were wrong.

She got rid of my arms around her to use her arms, trying to explain what was going on. She was stuttering and crying at the same time so it was kind of hard to understand what she was saying.

"Boys h-had left I-in the morning. I was taking a nap. I-i saw a nightmare," she said barely forming sentences. I put my hand to her knee and squeezed slowly.