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🐦Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 filthy smutathon

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° making premature ejaculation work for you & your boyfriend

wordcount::: 6,326

° commissioned by dat boi jace(@punk-gremlin)💋 always a great time being on the same wavelength as you [requests are open but commissions get priority- there are 2 fics in cue, secure your own spot right here]

° [ITA:] principessa: princess - amore: love

It had been an incredible date, this was proving to be the norm in your relationship with Ethan. You didn’t think he was capable of taking you on a subpar date, even if he tried.

You were eight dates in, and he was still impressing you - taking you to places that you could brag about visiting and giving you nights full of sparks. He gave you butterflies each time he picked you up and none of your meals had been marred by awkward silences.

Tonight had seen you dining at a recently-opened seafood restaurant. Because it was so new, it was hard to get reservations, but his notable name got you into places without a fuss. Seafood was a favourite food that you shared, both of you intrigued by almost everything on the menu. This was more low-key than some of the other dates he had taken you on (axe throwing had been especially memorable). But that didn’t make it any less interesting. You had enjoyed getting to hear so many stories from his childhood trips to Costa Rica - a country you had never visited.

Everything had been so perfect. But by the time you arrived back to his place, you were pretty much done with keeping your hands to yourself. You were tired of (bordering on bored) being polite and acting according to society’s rules. This behaviour went against what you wanted. You wanted to get to the real main event of the night - him. All of the food had been delicious, but what was going to keep you buzzing into tomorrow was him and that amazing body.

Being back in his luxurious apartment had you inundated by memories of thrilling conclusions to other nights. They were recent and powerful, getting you to the point of practically salivating over experiencing more of that Heaven he could take you to.

Luckily for you, he was under no false pretences of why you were here. He didn’t waste your time pretending that you were here for a night cap or to see any souvenirs from Costa Rica.

You quickly found yourself in the master bedroom, your lipstick making a mess of his face and neck as he held your body close. Held up against the wall, you were kissing him with all of the enthusiasm that you had been keeping a lid on. Your hands had found their way into the open collar of his button-down, while his hands were pushing up the hem of your dress. You couldn’t recall who had started it, but you were immensely enjoying the steady grinding your bodies had set into.

You separated from his mouth, whimpering a little in response to the rising passion. “Mmn, I wanna fuck you.”

He paused, leaning back enough so that he could look you over with a furrowed brow. “Really, that’s what you want to do now that we're here?” You nodded, eagerly licking your lips. “I thought I was gonna turn the lights down so that we could share spooky stories.”

You laughed and gave his solid shoulder a shove. “Ethan…”

“What? I’m genuinely surprised that’s not what we came in here to do.” He said before dropping the farce. He showed you his more serious side, pinching your chin with his fingers to keep you looking at him. “I wanna fuck you too.”

You were smiling as he came in, initiating more kisses. But you didn’t let yourself get entirely carried away by this - not while you had an important point to make. “I mean that you don’t have to eat me out…”

This time he looked at you with sincere confusion. “But I like to- I love eating your pussy. Do you not like it? Did I go too hard or something last time? Because you can tell me to change anything at any time. I just really love making you feel good like that. I’ll do it any way you like-”

To silence him, you put one of your hands over his lipstick-smeared mouth. “It’s perfect, there is absolutely nothing wrong with how you eat pussy. I have no notes for your technique ‘cause there’s no part of it that I don’t enjoy. If there were such a thing- I’d give you an award for how great you are at it.

“But I just thought that for tonight, we could go straight into the fucking. You eat me out every single time. Maybe we could try things a bit differently tonight.” You said.

You weren’t prepared to see uncertainty on his face, but he nodded all the same. “Yeah, of course, we can try anything you like.” He briefly kissed you. “All that matters to me is that you come.”

“Well, are we gonna talk about it for the rest of the night, or are we gonna do it?” You asked.

He smiled as he lowered his centre of gravity slightly and relocated his hands to the backs of your thighs. He gripped you here, fingers digging into your skin as he lifted you off of the ground. You wrapped your arms securely around his neck as your heart began racing. Without a single second of trepidation or unsteadiness, he carried you over to this bed. You were invigorated by the ride, stealing a couple of kisses from him as he crossed the room.

You didn’t release your arms from around him, so when he lowered you to the bed, he was pulled down as well. You kissed him more as he laid down on top of you. You lifted your legs from the mattress and wrapped them around his waist, tensing them so as to keep him securely in place. After a whole night of holding back, you had a lot of time to make up for.

Your bodies fitting comfortably together, he started to grind on you again. You reached your hands into his loose hair as you enjoyed this friction. He buried his tongue into your mouth as his hands gripped your back, making you feel so wonderfully secure. Your cheeks rushed with heat as you noticed something below the waistband of his pants digging into you. You were still fully clothed, but the promise of nudity and more already had him erect. It was so flattering, just another testament of how into you this unbelievable man was.

A brief pause was taken so that you could each get undressed and he could grab a condom. He asked if there were any specific positions that you were craving. You didn’t care if it made you seem vanilla, you said missionary - ready to be obsessed with, knowing there was nothing more erotic than seeing him on top of you.

He turned down your offer of helping to apply the condom. So you just got comfortable on his bed, keeping your legs parted as you laid your head down on the pillow. As you took this opportunity to admire his body, you noticed him doing the same to you.

Then he began to get into position, filling the available area between your thighs. He braced himself with his hands on the pillow as he moved in closer than before. He appeared to be putting some concentration into this, his brow furrowed to go along with the serious expression he now wore.

Meanwhile you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that there was nowhere better than your current position. Your fingers played with his cascading hair, refusing to allow it to hide his handsome face at all. As you ran your fingers through the long locks, you found the singular plait that started at the nape of his neck and you wound the thin plait around your pointer finger. This was his ‘secret’ plait, not there for any particular reason. You had to be very close to even know of its existence - there was something so intimate about that, making you appreciate it more, giving it significance.

“Principessa.” He said, the pet name always made you feel precious. That was especially true now as he started to bury his dick into you.

You relished the feeling of your cunt stretching to accommodate him as he came in even closer - you were ready to feel him as close as possible. Your heart was consistently racing now, each time you were daunted by the size of him, needing an opportunity to settle in. But it did nothing to dampen your excitement and you could hardly wait to explore everything that took you from daunted to satisfied beyond belief.

That serious look remained on his face and you assumed he was worrying over hurting you. You took it upon yourself to show him how much you were enjoying yourself. You kept one hand playing with his hair, while you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, easing his chest closer to yours. You lifted your head, getting close enough to cover his mouth in enthusiastic kisses.

At first he couldn’t quite keep up with you, his breathing somewhat laboured between kisses. Then his mouth was responding more, it seemed that his focus was shifting and the two of you began to find a synergy. All the while, he was moving deeper into you and you expressed your appreciation by kissing him harder.

You chased greater proximity by wrapping one of your legs around his waist. You worked your hips, eagerly pumping yourself closer to him. As you further explored the fun to be had with your current range of movement, you swiped your tongue at his lips.

Instead of letting you into his mouth, he was breaking the kiss altogether. His head somewhat slumped, mostly falling out of your field of vision. For the moment you placed your concentration on mastering your movements.

On top of you, you could feel his uncontrolled shivering. He met each of your hip snaps with his own powerful yet unpredictable movements. These thrusts were accompanied by his heavy breathing, the occasional moan falling from his lips to denote his efforts. On either side of your head, his hands were curled into tight fists and you admired the way his muscular arms bulged as they framed you.

You felt him letting you take the lead and you sought for a maintainable pace. You gained almost all of his length into your cunt, enjoying this with your continuing rocking.

“Yes, Ethan.” You whimpered as his reckless movements invited new sensitivities into your body. “Give it to me.”

“Oh.” He gasped, following his hips slamming into yours.

Shakily, he rocked himself back again. But you were quickly thrusting yourself forward, your pussy greedy for more spellbinding stimulation. You pushed his hair back from one side of his face, instantly revealing the expression he wore, almost frowning, with deep lines all over his features. It was a look you had seen before, when the two of you had had a Netflix and Chill date, watching the documentary Our Father together. You hadn’t seen it mid-fuck before and you weren’t sure it suited the scenario.

You endeavoured to kiss it off of his face. You started on his cheek, kissing across his cheek, towards where his mouth was hanging open. He didn’t respond much, seemingly too caught up in the reactions he was gaining from your rutting.

You pushed your lips against his, but you couldn’t follow this up with anything more. He was soon turning his face away, it was only slightly, but you noticed it all the same.

You tried to not apply any meaning or emotions to it, just trying again. He dodged you again, a bit more noticeably this time around. His eyes were squeezed shut and with his face slightly turned from yours, it was almost like he was avoiding this connection with you. So much for not applying meaning to his actions…

“Ethan, is something wrong?” You asked, feeling a bit too vulnerable for your liking.

He paused, falling out of the pacing that you had been slowing. “Huh? No, I’m fine…”

You didn’t care for this answer, and he still wasn’t looking at you. “Are you sure? The vibe is kind of off.”

He stopped moving altogether, letting out a shaky sigh. “I’m just trying not to come.”

“What? Why? What are you talking about?” You asked, this abrupt change almost totally throwing you out of your mood.

He finally opened his eyes to look at you. “Do we really have to talk about this right now?”

“Yes.” You said, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want you to hold anything back from me, especially not while we’re fucking.”

He pulled out, rocking his weight back onto his knees to create some distance between you. “I have this thing where I always come super fast. Prematurely, some might say. And it’s really disappointing for the woman. I didn’t want that to happen ‘cause you’re not close, not even a bit. Am I right?”

You sat up. “Well, yeah but-...”

“I really like you and the last thing that I want is to let you down in any way.” He said and you were grateful when he let you hold his hand with yours. “I don’t wanna be a shit lay for you, I’m trying really hard not to be because you deserve the best. You deserve to not have someone come so fucking fast that it’s over before you really get to enjoy yourself. You deserve someone with the right amount of stamina to live up to your expectations. And I’m trying to be that-...”

You silenced him by crawling over to place yourself in his lap, instantly wrapping an arm around his shoulders. You put your hand to his cheek so you could direct him to look at you. “My only expectation is for us to have fun together. And if you having fun means you come quickly, then come quickly, amore.”

“You say that now, but it’s-”

“I say it ‘cause I mean it.” You said, leaning in closer so that he had no choice but to meet your eye - you had never seen him this insecure before. “Actually, it’s kinda hot. Some people have these strong poker faces when it comes to sex, it’s impossible to tell if they’re having a good time or not. But you’re so honest with how much you love it that you can’t even hold back, you can’t wait to come and hit that highest high.

“It’s sexy to know that I can drive you so wild like that.” You took the opportunity to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Will you let me drive you wild?”

“Are you sure it’s not a turn off?” He asked.

You changed how you were sitting on him, moving so that you could straddle him and push more of your body against his. “The opposite. I think it would be physically impossible for you to do anything that could turn me off.” You were pleased when he let you kiss him some more, finally beginning to kiss you back. “Can I show you how much it turns me on?”

“If you’re sure about-...”

You cut him off and with your hands on his shoulders, you began to push him down. “No more expectations. Get out of your head and just be here with me, Ethan.” You got him down on his back. “Come when you wanna and let’s have fun with each other’s bodies.”

You didn’t think he looked entirely convinced, your words wouldn’t be enough to dismantle his insecurities at once - especially because this seemed like more than just a passing anxiety.

But he didn’t have any further arguments against your points, and this was good news to you. The good news continued when, upon laying your body on top of his, you discovered that his erection hadn’t gone away. You wrapped your hand around it, pleased to find he was still in an aroused state, similar to you.

As you kissed him, you started to stroke your hand up-and-down his shaft. He kissed you back, helping you release the worry that he might not be into this. Now you could put your concentration on feeling his body’s reactions, which were so exciting that you were soon finding yourself firmly in the mood again.

He didn’t ask you to slow down, instead he was holding you tighter as he kept up with your kisses. You braced yourself with your knees on the mattress as you repositioned your hips. You kept stroking him as you directed his head towards your awaiting pussy.

You felt him suck in a quick breath when you started to bury his cock inside of your cunt. There was that moment of being daunted again, but nothing was going to deter you. You let the greediness inspire you.

“Oh…” He moaned as he broke away from the kiss.

Your clenching walls were taking in more of his length and you could hear him thoroughly losing his breath again. You kept easing yourself down, wanting to get back to what both of you had been enjoying earlier.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You said, waiting for that moment when you felt his body relax.

There were a few soft kisses shared. But the majority of your focus went to discovering how your bodies could move together in this new position. He let you take the lead again and your eager grinding on him developed into bucking. You worked your hips, so happy to give into the rush of desires.

You were still so worked up (the sensitivities in your pussy had hardly faded away during that little discussion/intermission), each collision invigorating you more and you didn’t hesitate to increase your speed. You found a consistent pace to stroke yourself up-and-down his erection, gaining more thrilling stimulations for yourself as he writhed beneath you. Your cunt stretched accordingly, letting you pursue everything that could come from these quick movements.

With his hair splayed out on the bed around his head, you could enjoy an uninterrupted view of his face. He held his eyes shut and although some frown lines were still visible, his expression wasn’t as extreme as before. He had lost some of his seriousness as he resisted far less.

“It’s okay, amore.” You said as you felt more of his body responding.

His hands took on the appearance of claws, his fingers digging into you as he held you so tight. You could feel the need in him, especially in his enthusiastic responses to your bucking. And it made you want to give him more.

His hips jutted up into you, not always matching your timing. But you didn’t allow this to throw you off of your momentum because it felt so promising. You tensed your thighs against his hips and gave him back the energy that he showed you.

As you mercilessly pushed one another up to that edge, there were moments of synchronisation. These impacted you much deeper, noises falling from your lips as you felt these true threats to your composure. But they were few and far between. With his thrusting so unpredictable, you couldn’t capture them for yourself, leaving you unable to unlock that greater pleasure.

He left all control behind, whimpering through his constant, yet inconsistent movements. Until, with one final snap of his hips, he captured the peak for himself, quickly disappearing over the edge.

You couldn’t enjoy watching what the orgasm did to him. Because he was swiftly taking his hands off of you so that he could cover his face with them. He groaned into his hands as he fell back to the mattress, his body slumping.

You stilled yourself, letting this moment be all about him as you stroked his chest. “It’s-”

“You weren’t even close, were you?” He asked, interrupting you.

“It doesn’t matter to-”

“All my ex-girlfriends hated it. I didn’t want to embarrass myself like this in front of you.” He said and his disappointment was clear.

You put your fingers around his wrist but he wasn’t going to let his hands be taken from his face so easily. “Ethan, why are you embarrassed? I like it, this is what I wanted. I’m really into it. I’m so happy that you came for me, can’t you be happy too? I mean, it did feel good, didn’t it?”

He lowered his hand, looking at you with one eye. “Of course it did. I wouldn’t have come if your pussy didn’t feel so amazing.” You smiled at that, wanting to hear more - not just for the benefits to your ego, but because he was sounding less miserable now that you were on this topic. “You left me with no choice. Especially with you on top like that- fucking spectacular.”

“Spectacular?” You repeated.

“Yeah, I would say that’s the correct way to sum it up.” He said.

“Good, I wanna make you feel spectacular.” You said. “You really have no idea how hot it is that you want me so bad you can’t hold off.”

He took his other hand off of his face so that he could stroke your arm. “Well you’re fucking sexy.”

“So are you, Ethan. So are you.” You said, leaning in and kissing him a few times. “And it has nothing to do with expectations or stamina, or any other shit. You just are and you turn me on so much, so stop wasting my time being embarrassed.

“You must be very sensitive.” You said of his dick, still nestled inside of you. “Do you want me to get off?”

“No. I mean, yes, but no.” He said. “Yes, I am sensitive, really sensitive. But no, you don’t need to move off. Obviously you can if that’s what you want. But don’t worry about me when you’re making your decision. If this is how you want to come, then by all means, stay put.”

“It kind of sounds like you’re encouraging me to use your body.” You said.

“Oh, absolutely, I am.” He said, nodding his head.

You grinned as you began to sit up, rocking your body weight down towards your pelvis. “I’ll use you, I’ll use you to make me feel so fucking spectacular.”

“Amazing, that’s exactly what I want.”

You gained your balance and slid yourself further down his shaft. He was done with hiding his face, now his eyes were wide and watching every single thing that you did. You loved his attention, you didn’t shy away from it, too elated for shame. You could see the admiration in his eyes and it was so clear that he was out of his negative headspace, able to enjoy himself now. That made you swell up with pride.

You started to ride him. “I’m gonna use you so hard.”

“Yes.” His voice was quieter now and he put his hands to your hips.

You grinned, you were truly bordering on cocky now. “I’m gonna treat you like one of my toys.”

He bit into his bottom lip, but this did nothing to contain the moan he was making. Watching his eyelids flutter, your face lit up. A blush began coming into his cheeks - this one was meant to be celebrated.

“You like that idea, huh?” You said and he nodded, still appearing slightly bashful. “I like it too.” You put more power into your next swing forward, getting ready to abandon all restraint. “Come on, be a good toy and make me come.”

“Yes.” He said with another moan as you kept moving. “Yes, that’s all I want.”

You were confident in your movements, locking into the need that was so present. You could feel yourself elevating from the tingles that had been populating your body while he captured his orgasm. They had felt good, but you knew there was more you could claim, prompting you to drive yourself harder into him.

You were ready to work yourself to the explosions that would overshadow the tingles altogether. You didn’t struggle to find the right momentum and you put all of your effort towards rutting into him, as quickly as you needed. You were no longer daunted, settling into the ideal speed.

You felt him writhing beneath you, leaving his embarrassment behind as he grinded to meet your persistent pounding. Upon viewing his body from this new perspective, you couldn’t help thinking that you had found a sight more erotic than being beneath him. The power that you felt went directly to your head, wanting to intoxicate you. As you watched his every reaction (they were getting bigger, less restrained), it made you hunger to uncover what else you could draw out of him. How would he feel when you controlled him more?

“Can I rub that clit?” He asked through his laboured breathing.

“Yes.” You answered at once. “Hell yes, baby.”

He propped himself up with his elbows and his gaze went down to your cunt. He reached a hand out, coming at you with his index finger extended. He pushed this between your labia majora, getting at where your clit was already swollen from the surge of blood into this concentrated area. He rubbed the tight bundle of nerves lightly, moving his finger gently up-and-down.

“I miss how it tastes.” He said, playing his finger in a swirl around the hood, before taking it away.

His eyes moved back to your face as he placed the finger into his mouth. You maintained eye contact, fascinated by the way he licked this moisture off of his digit. There was something so seductive in how he was looking at you, letting you enjoy the connection that had been lacking earlier.

Your chest expanded, so full of anticipation, when he returned his finger to your clit. He worked it over with more pressure, maintaining contact and giving you something you could truly sink into.

The intensity was immediate, reaching deeper than his touch. It radiated out, shudders that went straight to your core, where the greatest pleasure could be unlocked.

With the tension increasing inside of you, your walls gripped to him tighter. Your hips gave an excited, unexpected stutter forward. Instead of trying to get back to your momentum, you embraced this new, quicker rhythm. You pummelled into him, giving yourself no time for recovery as the excitement bubbled up, more with each circle his finger completed.

“I- ah, ah…” He gasped, leaning back again. “I think I’m gonna come ah-again…” His hips moved to their own desperate rhythm. “Yep, I’m gonna-gonna, I’m gonna...”

“Yes, yes, do it for me, Ethan.” You said.

He gave a loud whimper to greet his next climax, then fell back entirely. His eyes were shut but no attempts were made to cover his face and you watched how he reacted, the expression on his face relaxing. There weren’t any of the earlier hints of worry, this was clearly a state of bliss.

Even though it appeared that he was tired, ready to just concentrate on his afterglow - he didn’t stop rubbing your clit. This kept you feeling those shudders and it made you unwilling to stop. You eagerly continued working yourself on his dick, still gaining the benefits of this unrelenting tempo.

You were soon in a frenzy, your whole body lit up with powerful stimulations. Your hips snapped endlessly forward and each collision let you feel those shudders harder.

You chased as they became cracks in your composure. Then they were bursting you open, incredible explosions gripping your body. You threw your head back, vocalising your triumph as you got lost in the lust.

You were joyful in your release and you stayed at this height. Beyond your control, and with limited coordination, you continued to move. You were still jackhammering your hips because this momentum was too rewarding to abandon yet, even as the fatigue wanted to creep in.

He came back into your awareness by springing up and wrapping his arms around your body. He was still moving as well, invested in his own pacing. You could feel the reckless nature of his bucking, sacrificing getting his breath back for this rhythm. You wrapped your arms around him, knowing you weren’t in the right state to give him much more - matching him was truly beyond your current capabilities.

“Oh, God…” He moaned, his hot face pressed into your neck. “Oh God, guh-ung. I’m- I’m… ah!”

He almost threw you off with his next energetic spasm, but there was nothing after that. The two of you fell into inactivity, clinging to one another through this quiet.

“Did you… again?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He said with a little chuckle. “When does the amount of orgasms get ridiculous?”

“I don’t think there’s a strict rule on that.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. “I asked you not to hold back, and- I guess you’re really enjoying this pussy, eh?”

He leaned back so he could look up at you. “So, so, so, so much.”

You stroked the hair away from his sweaty face, admiring the look he wore. “Maybe I should stay where I am?” His instant response was to tighten his arms around you. “I was thinking about how crazy sensitive you must be, so it seems like the right thing to do- to climb off and give you a chance at recovering.”

He persistently shook his head. “Uh-uh, I don’t want you to move off. I wanna keep you right here, if you’ll let me.”

“Wow, you like this pussy a lot, huh? It’s like you can’t get enough of it.” You said, the flattery glittering in your veins.

“Not yet.” He said and you noticed that he had gently started to thrust again. It was so subtle that you could have missed it, absolutely nothing like his earlier vigour. But the intention was definitely there - he was still so hard inside of you.

“How can you still be so needy?” You asked.

He leaned in closer, lining his mouth up with yours. “You just feel so, so good.”

You smiled after he kissed you. “You need this pussy, don’t you?”

He nodded and you hoped the obedience in his gaze would remain for a while because you weren’t done enjoying it and the way it made your heart flutter.

“Yes, I do.” He answered in a quiet voice.

You kissed him and his pumps were getting to be more persistent. Your hot body rubbed on his, all of these tantalising sensations were the perfect chaser to your orgasm. It wasn’t about pushing yourself to match him, it was about letting him work out the rest of this energy.

Chest-to-chest, you remained sitting on top of him. Your thighs squeezed at his hips as he bucked up into you.

“Do you think you’ve got another one in you?” You asked.

His building pace didn’t falter. “Let’s find out.”

With his eyes shut, he totally missed the way you were staring at him. You couldn’t help it, you loved everything about how he looked right now. It was an infatuation deeper than anything you had experienced before as you felt privileged to behold him in this state. He continued to hold nothing back - something important had been conquered here tonight.

You shifted on top of him as you felt some of his impacts shaking your core. It wasn’t consistent, but it was very enticing each time it happened. It had you starting to lose your breath before you initiated the next kiss. As he took the lead with these movements, he let you take the lead with kissing and soon your tongue was in his mouth.

This endless give and take between your bodies was intoxicating, you understood why he wanted to indulge in it some more.

You felt yourself clenching up again, whimpering against his mouth a little. With more energy coming back to you, you began to think about the possibility of coming with him. You were taken with the idea at once and your hand curled into a fist around his hair as you picked up your own tempo. You didn’t know if a moment so perfect was likely to happen, but you chased it with hungry pumps.

As your lungs burned for air, your mouth left his so that you could just rest your head against his. You let all of your effort go down to your throbbing pussy, which probably wasn’t going to be getting a break soon. You did your best to meet his wild jackhammering.

“Oh, oh, oh…” He let out a choked sob.

Your other hand went into his hair as well, needing something to grip as you found yourself riding that edge again. You wound that thin plait around your finger, unable to resist the urge to tug on his hair a little.

“Ah, ah… here I- yes, fuck, fuck.” He panted, writhing up into you one final time.

Almost immediately after this he was pulling away. You realised that your chance for another climax was gone, but you accepted this as okay, you still had plenty of wonderful sensations swarming your system - the next best thing to an orgasm. There would be opportunities to match him orgasm-for-orgasm in the future. Right now you didn’t want to push him further into exhaustion for something that might not happen, so you lived vicariously through his release.

It hadn’t been enough to just pull out, he had taken it upon himself to reposition entirely. Gasps and other incoherent sounds narrated his every movement. He got himself turned around and to where he could lay his head down on the pillow.

“Oh, I think- I overdid it.” He said. “Holy shit, my cock is too sensitive to be alive right now. Shit… I have never come that many times at once before.”

“Really?” You asked as you eased yourself up closer to him, not wanting to make him feel crowded straight away.

His eyes drifted over to you, but they weren’t entirely focused. “Yeah, four fucking times, that’s crazy.”

You couldn’t help but stroke the inside of his thigh. “This pussy is the only one that can make you come so fucking much, eh? See, we can still have fun. You just have to be open to new experiences.”

His eyes looked a little glassy as he watched you lay down next to his body. “I can’t believe how cool and okay and adaptive you’re being about all of this.”

“Well start believing it, baby.” You said, caressing across his forehead. “I’m not going to let anything keep me from enjoying you as much as possible. I meant every word that I said, Ethan- this is hot as Hell to me.”

“You’re amazing.” He said.

You gave his chest a playful poke. “No, you are amazing. And there’s not a single thing about yourself that you should feel embarrassment over.” You treasured the look on his face, knowing that your words were having an actual impact on him. “So, is that why your technique is always to start with cunnilingus? You wanna get me all worked up and happy, and then I’m so excited about my orgasm that I don’t notice how quote-unquote early yours is?”

“Kinda. But I do genuinely love doing it, and seeing how it’s been working for us has made me wanna keep doing it.” He said.

“Relax, it’s not mandatory. We can have sex any which way, we can experiment with anything you want.” You said. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do things a certain way. You don’t have to do anything extra ‘cause you just being you is amazing enough for me.”

He smiled. “You’re being so sweet and romantic and making me feel so good by saying all of the right things. But I- I actually have nothing to say back. I hope that doesn’t make it sound like I don’t care, ‘cause I do. It’s just- literally all I can think about is that my brain is as drained as my balls.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Is that bad, does that kill the mood? I just really, super overdid it.”

“It’s okay, I promise. I wasn’t saying those things to prompt you into saying anything back, I just wanted you to hear them, you deserve to hear them.” You said. You gave him a kiss on the forehead before you sat up. “You also deserve some water, which I’m gonna go get for you, my little cum-drunk angel.”

You didn’t require his guidance to find your way around the apartment. You fetched a glass and began filling it with chilled water. You weren’t lamenting the way that orgasm had slipped beyond your grasp at seemingly the last second. You were too busy celebrating all the good things that had happened, leading to this strictly positive resolution.

As you walked back to the bedroom, your mind did start to wander. You were thinking about other things you could try out sexually, now that he was willing to break out of his rigidity. What else could you do to pull him even further out of his shell? Surely there was something you could do that would lead him to more moments of feeling obedient - because this was a side you were truly excited to explore.

You didn’t get the chance to share any of these thoughts with him. Upon arriving back to the bedroom, you found him asleep. He didn’t rouse, not even as you sat down on the mattress beside him. You drank the water, feeling perfectly content as you admired him, caressing his smooth forehead from time-to-time.

“If we keep this up, maybe I’ll fuck all of those insecurities out of you.” You said and you leaned down, kissing him on the cheek. His head turned slightly in your direction, but his eyes remained shut. You laid down, wrapping your arms snugly around him as you soon joined him in slumber.

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Token of Love

Pairing: Thomas x Reader x Vic x Ethan Wordcount: 12.5k Description: For some reason you think it’s a good idea to gift a box of love tokens to your partners. Maybe it ensues more chaos (and sex) than you would have thought. Warning(s): Fluff, some (playful and not so) fighting, smut (foursome, no panties, public, orgasm denial, D/s dynamics, safeword use)

Add yourself to my taglist. / Masterlist .#####. Thomas hugs you close from behind, his arms securely around you. It’s early, the sun has barely risen and you can feel tiredness still washing over you.

“How come you’re already awake?” You ask and strain yourself to put a kiss on his lips. “Before everyone else? Are you okay or did you have a nightmare again?”

“I’m okay,” he is pressing kisses to your shoulder, “No nightmare this time. I wanted to get up so I could make breakfast.”

“You? Offering to make breakfast? In the morning? Are you sure you are okay? Or is … Oh.”

Oh. It’s Valentine's. Which explains why Thomas is up too early for his own good.

“I thought the other two wouldn’t complain about food … but it could still be … romantic.”

The other two, Vic and Ethan, are laying next to you in Thomas’ bed. Which was one of his only requirements when he looked for a place for himself, a bedroom to put a bed big enough for all of you in there and a roof terrace. Ethan is hugging his pillow and Vic is snoring at his side.

“You’re cute, Thom.”

“Well, knowing all of you, I’m the only one who thought about it,” he says but he still has a smile on his face.

“Maybe.”

You’re smiling as well and yawn before you fall asleep again. Only rummaging around you, is waking you up again. Victoria bickering, Ethan laughing. The clattering of plates against each other, liquid filled into glasses. Thomas’ lips on your forehead.

“Breakfast is ready!”

The bed turned into a minefield to get up, it’s hard not to put your hand somewhere or into something, Ethan has the courtesy to help you while Vic laughs at Thomas’ shoulder and Thomas beams at you. For Thomas’ standards the food looks good, there’s some fruit, some scrambled eggs that only look a little bit off, some absolutely burnt sad looking toast, some pancakes that are only burnt at the edges, some sausages, some cheese and there’s a little heart shaped box of chocolates on everyone’s plate, next to a flower.

“Thank you, caro.” You give him a kiss on the cheek. Vic just rolls her eyes, it’s just another day and Thomas is trying to make everything as special as possible all the time but all of you three know that this day is still important to him.

Vic and you both know better, but you still try the toast and the scrambled eggs while Ethan sticks to the least burnt pancake and carefully bites into a sausage. The toast isn’t palatable, and it’s hard to swallow, while the eggs are mushy, salty and something else. It’s a taste experience you wish you wouldn’t have had, you’re sure Vic’s face mirrors yours. Thomas is still smiling, so is Ethan who seems to have made the better decision.

“Please tell me, you also have something to drink for us?” Vic looks at him, grimacing.

“Oh, I forgot, yes. What do you want? Tea, milk, hot chocolate, juice, tomato smoothie, water, champagne?”

Vic and you both flinch at the mention of a tomato smoothie: “Something which makes me forget that I just ate this out of love for you. So maybe give me the champagne, the bottle should do.”

“That was horrible,” Vic says after Thomas skipped out of the room to get drinks. “Please tell me this is edible.”

“It’s not too bad, a bit burnt, a bit sugary, there’s some kind of vanilla in there?” Ethan looks at his plate. “And some … orange juice, I believe? You can eat it though, maybe it would be actually nice without the burnt bits and much less sugar. And the sausages taste like sausages.”

“You already had me at it’s not too bad,” you say, “This was not good for my stomach.”

Thomas is coming back with the bottle of champagne, something that looks suspiciously like the tomato smoothie and something you hope will be juice, normal juice. Vic and you both put the rest of your food on Thomas’ plate, shaking your heads. He pouts but when he looks at the plate he carefully scraps the scrambled eggs to the side.

“I actually have something as well.” You get yourself out of bed and shudder, it was warm and cozy next to the others in bed and you’re just in your panties and one of Thomas’ shirts. You get the box from your bag and put it down between them.

Thomas, looks at the box first. It’s in the shape of a heart, you handpainted it with some flowers and little things that remind you of each of them. Then he looks at you wide eyed, excited. Ethan and Victoria are sighing, annoyed. You even catch Victoria how she rolls her eyes at Ethan, who tries not to laugh but he fails when Thomas is squealing.

“God, this will break him.”

“Thank you!” “You don’t even know what it is yet.” Victoria reminds him.

“And? At least I’m saying thank you,” Thomas says, “Are you gonna say thank you for the breakfast I served you in bed?”

“You want me to say thank you for burnt toa-” You whack Vic over the head and he beams at you. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“Can I open it?”

Thomas opens the box carefully, almost as if he doesn’t want to break it or afraid he will have paint stick to himself again. Like the last time when you painted and he touched it before it was dry.

“Oh no, that’s a never ending box of bullsh-” Vic says when she sees the little envelopes in the box. This time it’s Thomas who whacks her over the head.

“Hey, you can’t read them yet, that’s not how it works.” You lightly slap Thomas’ hand when he greedily wants to open one of the envelopes. “I thought one of you could pick one out of the box every few days?”

“God bless tour life,” Victoria mumbles.

“Maybe we could take some and take them on tour with us?” Thomas looks at you, pleading eyes. “Use them when we want to? And the rest we can pick when we are here?”

“Okay,” you sigh - you can’t say no to the pouting, “I’ll give each of you three for tour, but I’ll give them to you.”

“That sounds great and then we c-”

Victoria interrupts him mid-sentence, slapping his ass. A small yelp comes from Thomas’ lips but nothing else.

“You can talk somewhere else now, caro, like here.” Ethan and you laugh, but Thomas obediently crawls between Vic’s spread legs, his head disappearing under her nightgown. “That’s better.”

Ethan sits behind you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your shoulders, your neck. There’s no urge for him to do anything else, just leaving soft kisses all over your skin. Meanwhile you can hear Victoria moan, the wet noises Thomas’ tongue makes. Little whimpers coming from him and Vic getting louder. You know Vic is giving him exactly what he needs, she always does. While you often give him everything he wants - and more. You couldn’t just interrupt him in the middle of a sentence, you love him talking, hanging on every word coming from his lips. But he needs it. And Ethan somehow always finds a balance. There’s one more loud moan from Vic and then she lets him go. He looks a bit like a deer in headlights when he’s rolling himself together in your lap not even a minute later, you can see that he’s hard. Ethan is still kissing your neck when you card your fingers through Thomas’ hair.

“Sleepy.”

“I know, babe, I know.” You press a kiss to Thomas’ forehead, he blinks at you when you put him into Ethan’s arms. “Vic and I are gonna clean up and do the dishes, you can sleep.”

“Your boyfriend has the most talented tongue, almost makes up for that box of horror.” Vic says when you’re both in the kitchen, she is sitting on the counter while you're discarding the scrambled eggs into the bin. “I’m glad that you’re sharing him, and I know Ethan is really grateful for that as well.”

“It’s not like I’m not getting anything out of this,” you smile at her and kiss her. It’s tame but not unpleasant. “And I love seeing Thom with both of you. It’s what he wants, it makes him happy and I am glad that he’s sharing this with me.”

“Do I have to participate in this?” Vic changes the topic.

“There’s not only romantic stuff in there, also some other things.”

“Please say dirty stuff,” Vic is crossing her fingers, “please say dirty stuff.”

“If you make the fill out the blank cards dirty then maybe.”

“Oh god, he will be even more insufferable.”

“These tokens are Thomas' proof. I’m planning on taking them out before it’s his turn.”

Victoria grins at you: “So even you have your limits?”

Your answer is just a sigh when Thomas comes barging in, looks at you without saying a word, grabs a bottle of water and then vanishes again without looking back. It’s bizarre, he’s behaving weirdly. Victoria doesn’t notice, or she decides not to mention it when you clean up. Back in the bedroom Ethan and Thomas are cuddled up together. Ethan spooning him from behind, his arms around his waist. If you wouldn’t know him as well as you do, you wouldn’t notice but you can hear the soft purr, the tiny little whimpers, coming from Thomas. With one hand he’s twisting one of Thomas’ nipples, the other one sprawling out over his stomach, just over where he’s still bulging his briefs. You know it’s not what he wants, but Ethan knows it’s what he needs. Thomas’ little noises speak for themselves.

.#####.

“Can we open one before tour starts?” Thomas asks one evening, and you can’t do anything about it, he smiles at you sweetly, and you can just give in. Before he can take the box from you, Vic already took it out of your hand.

“Ladies first,” she says and grins at a confused Thomas. Takes an envelope, looks at it and then at you, “This isn’t too bad. Create your own Cocktails.”

“Sounds like fun,” Ethan says. You can see Thomas taking the little envelope of Vic and pocketing it. “We could make it a challenge and only use things we already have here.”

In the evening you’re all in the kitchen, looking at different bottles of alcohol, other bottles, fruit, some random boba pearls in too many flavours Thomas has stacked away in his cabinets, juices and mixers, edible glitter you used for baking a while ago, some random stuff Thomas puts out with a shrug. It’s fun, seeing what everyone else is doing, trying random stuff for yourself, Ethan and you both drawn to the boba pearls, and everyone laughing at Thomas and the monstrous thing he creates.

By the end of the evening, you have four cocktails. Some are more enjoyable than others but no one is saying it. There’s Ethan’s coffee cocktail - you laughed earlier when he was brewing coffee, cooling it down, trying to find the perfect mix of coffee and Kahlua and finishing it off with some tapioca boba and milk. You saw him sniffing the milk that came out of Thomas’ fridge longer than is normal, Thomas looking at him offended in return. It tastes nice, but Vic announces it is nothing special. There’s your own cocktail, it shimmers and it’s way too sweet, especially for Thomas who’s wrinkling his nose. It’s prosecco, jasmine tea, rose syrup, too much glitter - your hand slipped for a second, lychee bubbles and strawberry boba that’s shaped into little hearts. Ethan seems to enjoy it more than the other two but Thomas’ finger poking you is getting you out of your thoughts. He delicately has one of the strawberry hearts between his teeth and you’re happily kissing the sweetness off his lips, taking the heart off him with your tongue.

Then there’s Thomas’ cocktail that looks intimidating to everyone, even to Thomas himself. No one wants to take the first sip until you show mercy. You don’t know how Thomas always does it but the texture has you shuddering. If you would take another sip, you are sure you would go off the walls or won’t sleep. It’s the mix of the coffee he stole of Ethan, the vanilla coke and the chocolate liqueur. There’s something alcoholic you can’t place and a slight hint of banana as an aftertaste, you shudder again. And there’s the misplaced popcorn, that should have gone on Ethan’s cocktail you think, on top of the drink. When you try to pass it on to Ethan, he shakes his head but Vic is brave enough once again.

“This is disgusting.”

“I have done worse,” Thomas smiles at her. Nipping at his straw and slurping his cocktail, all three of you watching on in disbelief.

And then there’s Vic’s. Which just is tequila, some ice, Corona and topped off with a lime.

“I won,” Victoria says. Ethan scoffs at her. “Simple, but at least you can drink it.”

“I didn’t know this was a competition,” Thomas says.

“It’s not like you would have won against me, if I would have told you about it beforehand.”

.#####.

Tour starts again, somehow comes earlier than it felt like a few days ago, and you’re back home alone, once again. They all received their tokens from you before leaving, Thomas kissing you goodbye and Vic mumbling something that sounded like And here I was hoping you forgot about it. First you just wanted to give them at random but too many tokens you would like to be part of crossed your way, which is why you selected tokens for each of them.

It doesn’t take long, a few days, and Ethan is posting a photo of a token in your group chat - One uninterrupted afternoon nap, whatever happens.

I am cashing this in, I’m tired!!!! Don’t annoy me.

Later Ethan is sending you a photo from bed. He has a cup of tea and the book he packed to read on tour.

Thanks for giving me a break from the chaos these two are causing!

A few hours later, Vic is sending you a photo. It shows Ethan snoozing, sleep mask over his eyes, but there’s also Thomas next to him, rolled up as small as possible in Ethan’s arms. Slumbering blissfully as well.

.#####.

“Thomas,” Ethan sighs, “you really have to clean this. I can’t clean up after you in every hotel we step foot in.”

He looks up from his phone, isn’t saying anything but then wanders over to his suitcase and puts a tiny envelope into Ethan’s hands.

“Any household chore done for you,” Ethan reads and he sighs. Thomas picking the little envelope out of his hand again. “You want me to clean here and pack your suitcase, don’t you?”

He still isn’t speaking, smoking at the window, but nodding his head. It doesn’t take Ethan too long, Thomas is chaotic and it looks shit but most of it just needs folding and some things have to make acquaintance with the bin but nothing worse than that.

“Are you okay?”

Thomas just mumbles a Thank you against Ethan’s shoulder when he hugs him and Ethan leaves it at that.

.#####.

Vic puts a token into the chat on a concert free day.

One day of no complaints or reminders.

Ethan and Thomas both text you, upset and displeased. It’s quite comical to witness and a reason why you handed it to them. Funnier when you aren’t involved in this one.

Boys, it’s just for a day! You can make it!

By the end of the day, you yourself aren’t sure if you will make it through the whole day. Instead of complaining to Vic, the boys complain to you. A lot, and you understand. Vic is using her power with them not being allowed to talk back or complain about her demands. Ethan loses it when she asks him for a foot massage, he isn’t doing it, Thomas doesn’t mind and takes over. But he loses it a few hours later when she demands to deal with some stuff for her, and to listen to her for the evening when they’re going out.

“Can you believe that?” Thomas snorts over the phone. “She called me a kitty and told me to behave in that sweet voice, all while she was scratching me behind my ears.”

You have to cackle, you’re sure he purred, but Thomas groans - he doesn’t sound happy.

“What was the problem, Thom?”

“She did it in front of Damiano and Ethan…. In a car with someone driving who I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, “That wasn’t okay of her. The day is over soon, Tho and tomorrow you can tell her to piss off.”

“I don’t want to go out now,” he admits. Something else is behind this statement, at least you have the feeling but he isn’t saying more.

After you hang up, you call Vic.

“I know, no complaining,” you start and once again you sigh, “but … You’re taking it a bit far, don’t you?”

“But it’s so fun to see them suffer,” she laughs.

“Fair enough. But could you … could you not do that with Thomas again without asking him first. Or not in front of people, that’s his limit and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t cross that.”

“Yes, okay, sure.” Victoria’s voice is small. “He looked fine, he could have told me.”

“Vic, we both know when he isn’t allowed to do something, he won’t if he can avoid it and …,” you smile, “You know his brain stops working when you’re scratching behind his ears.”

“I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with it,” Vic admits. “I know he likes it when it’s only us, I won’t do it again in front of people. I … I somehow never think about Thomas’ limits, I need to change that, I know but he also never talks about it, I know that isn’t making it better, I should know better. You don’t have to tell me, I know that’s bad, actually it’s horrible, thanks for calling me out on it.”

Vic apologised to me

It’s what Thomas texts you a while later and you finally feel like you can go to bed without everyone ending up in a fight.

.#####.

The next morning there’s another picture in the chat, it came from Ethan. It’s the blank token you gave him.

I would like Thomas to tell me why he’s upset lately

You would like to know as well, you feel relieved that you aren’t the only one thinking something is off with him.

Nothings wrong

It’s only two words but it’s two words and you know he’s lying. He only picks the phone up after you try to call a third time, he rejects the video.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you turn on your camera? I just want to talk, we can talk about something else if you want to.”

He looks dishevelled and tired. A bit too tired, even for Thomas’ standards.

“Did you sleep well?”

He shakes his head: “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Did you sleep the night before?” You’re worried about him.

Again he shakes his head, he doesn’t look at you.

“Thom?”

“I can’t sleep,” he bites his lips, “I don’t want to sleep alone, it sucks.”

“Honey.” You know Ethan and Vic would be there but you also know they wouldn’t just climb into Thomas’ bed. It’s the first tour after you figured things out between the four of you, after Thomas admitted that him staring at Ethan and having thoughts beyond friendship and the one time he dreamt of Vic holding him down might deserve an honest conversation. They are part of it when you want but he’s yours, they respect that. It must be tough for Thomas, he struggles. And it must be even harder having them with him and still staring at the ceiling not having anyone next to him. “You can tell them, you don’t have to sleep alone.”

During the evening Ethan asks you, if you’re okay with them sleeping in Thomas’ bed, without you. You are, there’s nothing you could have against it when it makes him feel better. There’s just one rule you set, no sex with Thomas in any way, you don’t care what Vic and Ethan do with each other. Ethan asks if he can cuddle. You imagine that he laughs when he reads your I am not a fucking monster. Just no sex, not with Thomas on top or as a bottom, especially not the second. It makes you squeezy, you are open to renegotiate at a later time but now you don’t feel comfortable. But cuddling, he can have all the cuddles he wants to have.

Victoria and Ethan both end up in Thomas’ bed. They are watching a film, while you’re out for wine with a friend. Ethan sends you a pic of Thomas sleeping in Vic’s arms after midnight and your heart is a little bit lighter again.

.#####.

The Italian leg of the tour comes around faster than you thought. Thomas catches you when you jump into his arms. You took the time to go to two concerts, there’s nothing better than to see them live. To see Thomas doing what he loves, what brings him joy and how it puts that huge grin on his face. There’s nothing better.

“It’s time to redeem this token,” Vic says after the show in Milan, “Night at your favourite nightclub, maybe this box isn’t a box of horrors after all.”

You’re all getting ready in Vic’s hotel room, Vic having fun doing Thomas’ and your make up, she puts glitter eyeshadow on Thomas’ eyelids and you might love her a little bit more for it. Ethan already opened a bottle of prosecco while Victoria tells you which club she wants to go to, she puts some pink-coral-toned red lipstick on Thomas’ lips.

“Are you for real?” He furrows his brows at her. “That’s the best club you can choose?”

“My token,” she grins at him, “my choice.”

Ethan and you roll your eyes while they bicker like a couple that has been together for the past twenty years, married, divorced and remarried again. They are still having a go when you reach the club almost an hour later. You take Ethan on the dancefloor with you.

“A day without them having a quarrel with each other,” Ethan laughs - putting his hands on your waist, “And they would die.”

Thomas turns up behind you, kissing your neck: “That’s not the best club,” he grumbles into your ear.

“You can still have fun and now you’re dancing with me, doesn’t matter where that is,” Vic is squeezing herself between Ethan and you, “Usually you don’t care, you can always have fun.”

Ethan sighs and gets something out of his jeans pocket, you can see it’s a token and you have to laugh. You know what he’s going about to do.

“You leave me no other choice,” he clears his throat and reads: “You win the argument. Wanted to keep this to for one of your fights but it’s enough, I win the argument, clubs are shit, no matter what. And now behave and have fun.”

You dance the night away, you watch Vic dancing with Thomas, Thomas climbing on a table, Ethan kissing him. He dances with you, the glitter looks adorable on him when he leans down to kiss you. And you only stumble out of the club when they kick you out hours later.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Vic asks.

Thomas kisses her while holding Ethan’s and your hand.

.#####.

Thomas sends you a voice message when you’re back home again.

“We noticed something. Did you take any of the tokens?” You press pause, you’re surprised. You made the tokens, they aren’t for you. “We know you made them, but you should take some as well, just some. It should be fun for you as well and we’re insufferable, I know, but it’s fun, even with all the complaining, really. I don’t think any of us said that yet. And I just want you to have some for yourself. I am gonna give my token to you, you can use it whenever you want. You get some flowers. You can’t say no by the way, it’s yours now.”

He’s the sweetest, you think. And you love flowers, he knows, which makes it even sweeter.

I would love some flowers, Maso!

The next morning there’s a little ivy plant in front of your door. A bouquet of white and rosa flowers with some green eucalyptus twigs strown in. And a lovely bouquet of dried wildflowers. It has a note on them: Love you! I know you like to keep them but the other one was catching my eye as well. Thom

.#####.

You can’t wait for Thomas to come home, for them to come home. It's been two months since Milan and now you are the one who can’t sleep alone. When they are all together in bed with you again, Thomas hugging you close, it’s better again. You missed them.

“I still have this token from tour,” Vic says in the morning - you almost forgot about it, “One day without the others most annoying habit. Finally I can have a day with all of you but Thomas is shutting up.”

Thomas and you are both looking at her, you furrow your brows - Ethan looks at you with a little bit of concern.

“But …”

Vic shakes her head: “No talking, Thomas.”

During the morning it works, you’re in bed, he cuddles up to you, bumps his nose against your skin. He gets his head scratched and scratches behind the ears before he starts purring happily on your stomach and then on Ethan’s chest. He avoids Vic, he looks at her carefully from time to time but if any of you looks at him then, he turns his head back.

“Hey,” you try to get his attention when Vic is leaving to have a shower, “This isn’t a punishment, okay?”

He only shrugs, pretending not to care but you know he does. He watches something on his phone, while Ethan reads a book next to you - glasses low on his nose, and you write in your notebook. The next time you look, Thomas fell asleep.

When you’re all sitting for dinner in a restaurant, Vic is the only one talking. Ethan is too busy studying the menu to care. You’re too distracted looking at every little gesture and facial expressions Thomas shows and when she asks you something directly, you just shrug. Vic snorts, but you can see the tiny smile appearing on Thomas’ face.

“Anyone?” Vic looks at all of you.

Thomas raises his hand and Vic looks at him expectantly but he isn’t saying anything.

“God, please talk. Please!”

He takes his phone from the table and types:

I’m sure you can beg better and a bit longer

Ethan and you have to laugh, so loud that some people look at you.

“Thomas, please. Everything, just talk, god that was a shit idea.”

Everything?

“Everything. Just talk, please.”

“Okay,” he grins, “My turn to talk and you can shut up and I might have another idea.”

He winks. And Ethan and you laugh again.

Later Victoria follows you when you go to the bathroom: “I fucked up again, didn’t I?”

“Not talking out of context is like a punishment for him.” You look at her through the mirror. “He needs context, Vic. And we need to talk, all of us actually, we need some ground rules and limits. I don’t want him to think, he can’t share a bed with you on tour again or Ethan thinking he can’t touch him when I’m not around, and I made this box to have fun.”

“Okay. Ground rules and limits.”

.#####.

Thomas is the next one who draws a token out of the box.

Movie marathon - Your choice of films

“I’m getting the snacks and drinks,” Thomas says and looks at you, “But you can choose the movies.”

In the end, you can’t decide. You’re overthinking it, Thomas tells you to chill, no one will judge you for your choice of films. That’s why you go for your favourite childhood movie, Thomas’ favourite film and after snooping around the favourite films of Ethan and Victoria. By the end of the evening, you’re picking popcorn that Vic threw at him out of Thomas’ hair.

.#####.

“Thomas,” you aren’t annoyed but you’re running around like a headless chicken cleaning around him, “Could you at least vacuum?”

“Hmmm.” He gives you something and you groan, you almost forgot that you gave that to him. “Next time.”

Any household chore done for you.

“It’s our turn to clean up,” Ethan says a few days later after dinner. Vic helped you cook pasta earlier, and the boys will clear the table before you move to the couch for a lazy evening in. “Thomas?”

You furrow your brows when he gives a token to him, Ethan also raises his eyebrows. But Victoria is the one speaking up: “You used that on me three times already.”

“On me as well,” Ethan says.

“And you only gave that to me not even a week ago.”

He looks at you sheepishly and pouts.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” Ethan comments.

Thomas still smiles, there’s a blush creeping up his throat for being called out but then he turns over another token to you.

Get out of trouble, no questions asked.

.#####.

“What is the token?” Vic asks him. “You went a bit pale.”

Ethan takes it out of Thomas’ hand: “One wild fantasy fulfilled.”

“Thomas' wild fantasy is probably having dinner under the eiffel tower or some shit,” Vic jokes.

You can see how he swallows heavily. And you know it’s nothing like what Vic imagines at this moment.

“No … no panties for you,” he steps closer to you and you just nod, “when we go out.”

“Uhhhh, interesting.” Vic’s eyes light up.

The day comes sooner than you think it would arrive. One morning you’re already dressed when Thomas comes out of the shower, only a towel around his hips, and looks you over. That he puts one of his hands down your tights isn’t too surprising, that he rubs you through your panties until you can feel yourself getting wet isn’t either. But then he’s getting you out of your tights.

“Thom, we don’t have time to fuck.” You’re supposed to meet Vic and Ethan for a shopping trip and a day out, and you’re already running late, thanks to Thomas’ talent for oversleeping.

“Oh, don’t worry, we aren’t fucking.” He frees you from your panties as well. “Open your mouth for me.”

When you woke up a few hours ago you wouldn’t have thought that today is the day where Thomas would use your own panties as a gag on you while he feels you up and then starts fingering you without warning. You grab onto his hair to have some kind of stability but your legs are violently shaking. Just before you cum, he stops, it’s almost a ruined orgasm and you mewl around the panties in your mouth. Sometimes you forget that he can be much more cruel than Ethan and much cruller than Vic expects him to be.

“Don’t think you will need them today.” He takes the panties out of your mouth and kisses you sweetly. You put your tights back on while Thomas rummages through the wardrobe naked and then gets dressed, you try not to stare too obviously. “You ready?”

You aren’t ready at all.

Thomas and Ethan are in the seats in front of the car, while Vic is in the back with you. She’s almost sitting on top of you, letting her fingers wander. Over your knees, up your thighs, Thomas is smiling at you wolfishly through the rearview mirror. And then Vic’s hand is in your tights before you can stop her, there’s no obstacle of more fabric in her way and you whimper.

Vic smiles: “You already got her wet.”

“No touching,” Thomas scolds her, “That goes for both of you and for you.”

Whereas you nod obediently, Vic and Ethan try to question his authority but Vic pulls her hand back and lets the elastic of your tights snap back onto your skin, you yelp.

Shopping always is a blast with them, you almost forget that you aren’t dressed appropriately and about the wetness between your legs. Sometimes, when Thomas puts his hand a bit too low on your hips, you have to swallow. But then Vic puts a silly hat on Thomas’ head and you have to laugh instead.

Somehow Thomas shoves you into a fitting room, all three of you. It’s cramped but before anyone even has the chance to complain about it, Thomas already pushes you against Ethan and both of you against the wall and then he’s on his knees. He deliberately pushes down your tights and he looks at you with big eyes before his head ends up under your skirt. You can’t stop the moan that follows when he starts to lick and Ethan heavily breathing into your ear. Your consciousness tells you that you’re way too loud for such a tiny space but you can’t bring yourself to stop. On the contrary, it feels like you are losing your mind when Thomas licks through your folds and presses his wet lips to your clit now and then. You’re only getting louder - until Ethan puts his hand over your mouth and you can just pant.

There’s someone clearing their throat in front of the fitting room: “Everything okay in here?”

“Yes,” Vic answers happily and to your shock even pulls back the curtain a little bit to pop her head out. Your only comfort is that the curtains are floor-length, so the store assistant can’t see Thomas on his knees, you still blush furiously and gasp into Ethan’s hand when Thomas sloppily presses his tongue deeper. “My friend has a busted arm, I’m just helping her with some tops. I hope that is okay?”

“Sure, please let me know if you need any help.”

As soon as you hear how the footsteps are getting more distant, you cum all over Thomas’ face. You can hear him laugh under your skirt. When he emerges again, he cleans his face, Ethan cleans his hand but when you take the tissues from Ethan, Thomas takes them away from you again. Maybe Thomas looks more fucked then you when you leave the store, he’s dishevelled, lips swollen, and a clear outline in his tight jeans which he partially tries to hide under his coat and partially doesn’t give a fuck about. You’re only ruining your tights and your mind is racing, maybe you don’t look any better.

You’re grateful that the restaurant you go to later isn’t anything fancy. The waiter doesn’t look at any of you twice, just wants your orders, a photo with Vic while ignoring Ethan and Thomas and then he pisses off again. Waiting for food is a test of patience for you, you’re hungry, and Thomas dipping his fingers under your skirt from time to time almost has you jump. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom but when you look at yourself in the mirror Vic is standing behind you, she’s dragging you into one of the cubicles wordlessly.

The kiss you’re sharing has you gasp for air. Vic easily guides your hand into her underwear, she doesn’t have to tell you what to do or what she wants. Your fingers find their way into her pussy easily, finding a rhythm, you moan into her mouth when she slips her hand into your tights in return.

“No … no touch-,” you moan again, “Thomas said no touching.”

“Can’t see him anywhere,” she laughs but she seems to see your pleading eyes, “Don’t worry, he was really happy about the idea. Just be good and make me cum, honey.”

You know how to touch her, you know how to move your fingers in her, how deep you have to go for her, which rhythm she likes - you know how to get her off. How she will always moan loudly when someone sucks at her collarbone - Thomas, Ethan or today you. She only needs soft pressure to her clit and then she cums, moaning into your mouth. Her fingers are still playing with you when you try to pull back.

“Vic,” you whimper, “please let me cum.”

“No,” she smiles at you sweetly, “Thomas said no.”

“Pleeease,” you beg, “please, Vic.”

“That isn’t my decision.” But she gets out her phone and you can hear Thomas’ voice not even a few seconds later. “Someone has a question for you.”

“Please.” Vic is moving her fingers in you faster. “Can I cum, please, god, I need to …”

“No.” You know he says it with a smile even when you can’t see him. “Only when I want you to.”

“I love when he is like this,” Victoria whispers into your ear after hanging up.

Thomas kisses your nose sweetly when you’re sitting back next to him.

For some reason Ethan is the one who wants to go dancing, it’s so suspicious that you think it’s Thomas’ idea after all. The club is dark and you’re dancing between Ethan and Thomas, Thomas lightening himself a cigarette without care. The beat is vibrating through your veins, it’s loud, Ethan has his lips against your neck. They both take your hands, dragging and pushing you at the same time until you end up in a small room with a couch on which Ethan takes a seat. It’s not like that they were people all around you making out a few seconds ago, and doing worse than fucking. You wouldn’t have had a problem for Ethan showing you off like this, but this is Thomas’ game. Not Ethan’s, and certainly not yours.

Thomas is undressing you slowly and to your surprise fully. He kisses along your neckline up to your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on the shell. His hands caressing your hips, then your thighs and you whimper.

“I think it’s Ethan’s turn.”

You don’t need another invitation, Ethan is sitting on the sofa, his jeans and his briefs partially pulled down. He’s soft with you, helps you getting on top of him, kisses your hair. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear while Thomas watches your every move. You whimper even more when his dick stretches you out, how he finds a slow but no less torturing rhythm. You moan into the kiss he gives you. For the thousands time your head spins today and it spins even more when you think about Victoria and the girl she vanished with, a girl she will make cum, while you’re still going to be denied.

“Please,” you whimper again but you lose your train of thought when Ethan bucks his hips up into you and Thomas steps behind you, pinching your nipples. “Please.”

“No, honey, no.” Thomas coughs sweetly and pinches your nipples harder. “I promise, I’ll make it hurt when you cum. I’ll ruin it for you.”

Ethan cums with a loud groan and you lose your mind completely.

“I’m gonna clean you up when we’re home,” Thomas says and kisses you between your shoulder blades.

He does make good on his promise when you’re home, Vic in tow again - her smile satisfied. Your eyes roll back on their own accord when Thomas cleans you with a warm wet washcloth. It’s too much, but at the same time not enough. You’re already overstimulated but you still can’t cum. It doesn’t help that Thomas has you in front of the bathroom mirror and that you can see yourself.

“Please … let me … please.”

He laughs, you can hear, you can see it through the mirror. How are you this in love is the only question in your mind for a few seconds until Vic and Ethan enter the bathroom as well.

“No,” he still laughs, “I told you, if you’re even thinking about it, I’ll ruin your orgasm.”

Almost you say fuck it, you want to see what happens, you want to know how it feels. Thomas sometimes threatens you with it but you never misbehaved as much to have him do it. The thought comes and goes when he presses himself against your body and you realise that he cleaned you up just to fuck you again.

Your brain is in overdrive, there’s no way to calm yourself down. Thomas isn’t letting you. Ethan and Vic are watching, he has her in his arms. Your sanity suspends when Thomas enters you. Your fingers tighten around the bathroom sink, just to anchor yourself to something. His groan is loud and too close to your ear. And Ethan and Vic make it their challenge to make you cum while Thomas still tells you no. Vic is going down on her knees, licking over your clit, Ethan is kissing you. And everything drives you crazy. But in the end Thomas’ no still rings louder in your head than anything around you. He holds you up and then everything stops, Thomas cumming over your thighs, he kisses you behind your ear. He cleans you up again and Ethan carries you to bed, you are sure your legs wouldn’t have worked.

Thomas caresses your back, kisses you, just holds you in his arms until he falls asleep. You can hear the evenly breathing of all of them all around you. His heartbeat under your ear. But you still … You still want to cum. If you wouldn’t be so sure to wake him up from it, you would use Thomas’ thigh. You yelp in surprise when Thomas catches your hand between your legs and looks at you out of wide eyes.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Please.”

“Come here,” he gets his thigh between your legs and you rub yourself against him without thinking, “When you cum, you’ll cum as many times as I want you to, okay?”

“Yes, just …” You whimper and it just washes over you. You crash and then you crash down on Thomas who holds you close.

“And now again.”

.#####.

“Your turn,” Thomas shoves the box in front of Ethan’s face.

“Oh, nice.” He turns it over - it’s blank.

“Why is he getting all of them?” Vic is looking at you.

“Luck?” You shrug.

“I want to plant a fig tree.”

You doubt that any of you has a clue how to plant a fig tree but Ethan looks happy with his choice. You already see yourself washing dirt out of Thomas’ hair.

.#####.

“How about we all get a token for the weekend and try to combine them with each other?” Thomas says one Wednesday evening. They are off for the weekend and it’s the perfect opportunity.

Thomas picks an envelope but Vic takes it out of his hand before he can open it: “My one, thank you. Uhhhhhhh, massage night. I’m up for that.”

Ethan picks next and reads it to you: “Weekend getaway to a destination of your choice. That’s nice, we will take my car, and I’ll drive, that’s my only condition.”

“Shotgun, I’m sitting in front!” Vic looks at him. “No way, I’m putting my legs in the back of that convertible.”

“Okay, now you.” Thomas passes the box to you. You want to protest but they all shake their heads at you.

“Back kisses.”

“Wonderful, and now me.” Thomas picks the last envelope before putting it back where it lives on the windowsill. “A post sex snack. Nom, that’s better than a massage.”

“You’re just greedy for food,” Vic laughs. “Where are you carrying us off to?”

“Alberobello.”

“Albe-what?”

“Alberobello, Thom,” you say, “I want to go there. I said I want to see the trulli houses and I want to go to Lecce to the botanical garden and I want to see Martina Franca.”

Thomas blinks at you: “Okay, how about we start tomorrow, go to Alberobello, stay there for a night and then stay in some town?”

That’s what you do, the next day all four of you scramble into Ethan’s car. You marvel over the architecture, take photos of the houses and silly photos of Ethan who seems the only one to care. Victoria and Thomas are sitting on a bench in the sun, drinking Aperol. Someone carefully approaches them and asks for a photo. You stay for the night and Vic gets her token out.

“Massage time.”

“I definitely have to massage Thom’s nose with suncream.” There’s a sunburn blooming on his face. “Or at least some aftersun, you will look like a crab by Sunday otherwise.”

“You can nurse him,” Vic laughs, “Ethan can take care of my back.”

Ethan is sitting on Victoria’s thighs, massaging her shoulders, sometimes dipping lower to her waist, she’s blissfully sighing. On the other side of the bed you’re taking care of Thomas’ nose and his face, there’s no blissful sighing, he looks like he’s being tortured. His mood changes when you scratch behind his ears, his eyes flutter shut and he hums. After a while Ethan and you switch places. You massage Vic’s back, Ethan massages Thomas’ shoulder. Vic is pushing you down between her legs after a while, you can hear Thomas’ breath hitch before there’s a loud whimper. You can’t see, Vic holding you down, but the next morning there’s a massive bite mark where his throat meets his shoulder.

Friday you spend in Martina Franca, this time you put suncream on Thomas before leaving the house. Ethan and you are restlessly wandering around the city, ancient walls around you. There’s too much to see, too many photos to take, food to try, you stopped counting the amount of drinks Thomas and Vic already had. They giggle when you’re visiting a Basilica and at Ethan and you looking at the ceiling. Too many narrow streets to walk, Thomas finds some traditional cured ham that he’s munching next to you while you take a photo of Ethan who is leaning down to Vic. You just fall into bed when night comes.

Lecce is a beautiful baroque town. More narrow streets, another Basilica that took 200 years to build as Ethan and you learn, more food, more drinks, the botanical garden you want to see. At one point Thomas just sits down and refuses to walk another step, you can only coax him with the promise of getting lasagna for dinner. You took a photo of an angel on one of the walls. Another one of Thomas kissing it hands, and Vic jumping his back. Ethan is immersed in the tourist guide book but you can hear him laugh.

“I want my back kisses now,” you say even before your head hits the pillows of the hotel bed. Waiting isn’t your strong suit, and luckily you don’t have to wait, Thomas’ hands are freeing you from your dress and then your bra. His lips on your shoulders, Vic’s on your lower back, Ethan’s somewhere in-between. Thomas sucks a love bite into your skin, Vic biting and Ethan licking over the skin she bit mere seconds ago. You don’t know who initiates it but you end up on your back, Thomas on top of you - between your legs, Vic playing with your nipples and Ethan’s hands on Thomas’ hips. Everything's a blur, even when you cum, until he crashes down on you, panting and heaving, still in you.

“Snack?” You can hear Ethan whispering into his ear and Vic giggles.

“I want chicken nuggets.”

“That’s not a snack,” Vic reminds him but Thomas doesn’t care.

“That counts as a snack for me.”

He rolls you around until he can kiss your back again.

.#####.

“I would take one, if that’s okay?” Ethan looks at you and Thomas. You’re sure Vic would raise her eyebrows if she were there. You nod your head. “One Knock-Your-Off-Your-Feet Kiss. Exactly what I need right now, can I cash this in with everyone of you?”

“No.”

Thomas immediately shuts up when you both look at him: “I don’t think, you have any right to say that, Mr. I’m using this token until I drop dead.”

“Good,” he gets closer to Thomas’ face, “I’m starting here.”

You have seen them kiss before but it’s breathtaking. Thomas leans into every of Ethan’s movements, his hands tangled up in Ethan’s hair and Ethan pulling his hair in return. Thomas’ eyes are closed, there’s a tiny bit of spit on his chin and you can hear him moan into Ethan’s mouth. It would be a lie to say that it doesn’t get you hot and bothered.

Your kiss happens a few hours later when you’re both on the balcony. Ethan is smoking and then he’s pulling you close, cigarette still in hand. Where with Thomas he was still careful to not scare him aware, he isn’t with you. His tongue is everywhere where you want it and you finally kiss back. You know, Thomas isn’t busy with his phone anymore.

Ethan gets his kiss from Vic a few evenings later. And Thomas and you are both staring.

.#####.

Your choice of date night.

Thomas is delighted when he reads it to you. You step on Vic’s foot when she says something that sounds like You should’ve taken this one out as well. Somehow she thinks it’s the worst thing to have Thomas plan a date night, but you know it’ll be nice and still chill, he just puts more thought into it.

You kiss his cheek when he gives you some flowers on the evening of the date.

“Giving you some flowers, would be like throwing money out of the window,” he says to Vic but gives her a bottle of wine before he gives some flowers to Ethan as well. “Looking at you, I am hilariously underdressed.”

It’s as chill as you thought it would be, he takes you to a small but not too fancy restaurant. He doesn’t complain when it’s time to pay, he gets Vic some gelato when she’s whining. And you’re watching a film in some outdoor cinema, hidden in the back, so no one of them is drawing any attention, before heading home.

.#####.

Vic takes a token out of the box without anyone bullying her into it one weekend. Which earns her some comments out of Thomas’ direction.

“Paint something together.” She smiles at you and wiggles her eyebrows, “You could have just asked, this doesn’t involve body paint by any chance?”

Ethan rolls his eyes and Thomas giggles.

“No,” you smile back, “painting on a canvas.”

“Can I just fling paint at it?” Thomas asks but he looks interested.

You should have known that he would fling paint at everything that moves, including you, as well.

.#####.

Spend a whole day in bed.

It’s almost funny that Ethan draws this one as well. It would have been the perfect one for Thomas but he didn’t get this or the one for a nap. You aren’t sure if he really pouts or if you imagine it. Luckily Ethan is taking everyone to bed with him, he reads, immersed into another world. Vic is listening to music, scrolling her phone, poking Thomas’ side when she gets bored. You’re listening to the video Thomas is watching on his laptop while embroidering but you’re thinking about knitting a beanie for Thomas - like a grandma Vic would say. And not even ten minutes into the day, Thomas is out. He falls asleep on Ethan’s stomach, Ethan mindlessly scratching his head and playing with strands of his hair.

“Does this include dinner in bed?” Thomas asks yawning when he opens his eyes again.

.#####.

Thomas and you are both alone when he picks another envelope out of the box. There’s one with a bend, you’re sure you know which token it is but Thomas isn’t getting the hint when you put it directly under his nose.

“Ugh,” he says, “Can I take a different one?”

You shouldn’t allow it but he looks at you with puppy eyes. You want him to get the bend one, you choose it with Thomas in mind from the beginning. That’s why you take the envelope from him and give him the other one: “Here, that one is better.”

“Is this because you’re keeping the blank ones from me?”

“You …”

“Yes, I know,” he shrugs, “I … The only funny thing is that Vic isn’t getting them either.”

“Mysterious,” you smile at him. The truth is, you trust Ethan to be responsible with them. “Open your token, Maso. I’m sure it’s a good one.”

“Watching the sunrise and sunset on the same day,” he reads - his hands shake a little bit, “Oh my god, that’s perfect. Can we do that somewhere at the beach?”

“There’s a token for a beach picnic somewhere in here.”

He looks at you pleadingly again, you skim through the envelope until you find the token.

Picnic at the beach.

“You know this is cheating,” Thomas laughs at you. You don’t care, as long as it makes him happy. “Can we do this alone? I want to spend some time with you, without the dickheads.”

Victoria is happy to get out of the whole thing, no questions asks, only the plea to Thomas to not send her pictures of the fucking sun. Ethan doesn’t complain, somehow he still ends up in the supermarket with you when you have a grocery run for your beach picnic. Thomas goes crazy, it’s on brand but Ethan still looks confused.

“Is he about to buy the whole place?” Ethan asks you.

You don’t even have time to answer: “Do you think I could afford that?”

“I guess?” He looks around. “It’s small, so they don’t have that much inventory but … before I give you silly ideas, that’s a lot of perishable food, Thom.”

There’s no doubt that you’ll have enough food for the next week when you step out of the supermarket again.

For once Thomas is awake when he has to, yawning but vibrating with excitement so much that he doesn’t care about the tiredness. It’s still dark outside and you’re happy that he agreed to driving, you fall asleep for most of the ride.

You’re happy that Thomas knows his secluded beach spots, you’ll be alone for most of the day. You’re still half asleep when the sun rises, you don’t stop him when he sends a photo to Vic and captions it with The fucking sun. By the evening you have the second bottle of wine between your legs, Thomas smokes and you couldn’t be happier when you lean your head on his shoulder and the sun goes down.

.#####.

Vic is crinkling her nose looking at the token she got out of the envelope: “This sucks.”

“Why?”

“Can I put it back and take a different one?”

No one answers her, but Ethan takes the token out of her hand: “That isn’t bad,” he says, “One screen free evening - no phones.”

“That is hell,” Vic corrects him, “I can’t do that, I’ll miss something.”

“We could go out for dinner,” Thomas suggests - he might be feeling bad for her drawing the token he put back, “or have some drinks, go out for the night, go to a concert. Fuck, if that helps.”

“Can we do all of that?”

After the third time Vic is reaching for her phone, Ethan takes it away from her.

“But I’ll miss something,” she complains.

“Yes, you’re missing what’s going on around you,” he says, “Believe me you can have a conversation with us without clinging to that.”

“But what is the time? We’re gonna be late to ....”

Ethan looks at his watch: “It’s quarter to eight.”

“Good that we have someone sophisticated enough to wear a watch in our midst,” Thomas jokes and Ethan pockets Vic’s phone under loud protest coming from her.

When you’re laying next to her in bed, heavily breathing, hours later, she fumbles for her phone again. Thomas catches her wrist: “What do you possibly need your phone for now? Do you want to tweet how much you love my dick?”

“You would love that.” Ethan and you snort, but Victoria doesn’t stop there. “Next time you can blow yourself.”

“I might just do that.”

“Careful,” Ethan interferes in the conversation and puts his hand on Thomas’ throat - you can see him swallow, “Don’t promise me anything you can’t deliver. You know how that ends, kitten, don’t you?”

Thomas swallows again and nods.

“That might be more interesting than my phone.”

.#####.

The seasons are slowly changing from summer to autumn when Ethan picks the next token, and this time he’s delighted while Victoria and Thomas already roll their eyes and high five each other.

“Antique market and thrift store shopping,” he reads, “I decide how we use this, right? I want some decor and have a look around for some books.”

“Some weird lamps again, perhaps?”

Thomas laughs about Vic’s joke but Ethan’s gaze is shutting him up.

“You’re all going to accompany me,” he announces and Victoria rolls her eyes once again.

“It can’t be that bad, right?” you whisper to Thomas.

He looks at you amused: “You clearly are underestimating the amount of weird shit Ethan is into.”

You know hours later when Thomas is carrying around some of Vic’s purchases and Ethan is still looking at some antique clothes racks. Thomas seems to give up on life when you enter a shop for antique clocks. His hands are shaking, and you suspect it’s the cut off of nicotine as he chain smoked the whole mid-morning. It doesn’t surprise you when he wanders outside to light another one.

“How many clocks can he look at?” Vic asks when she joins you outside.

.#####.

They are releasing a new single, you know that they’re excited but that means a few weeks on your own again while they are on a promo tour. It eases you that you talked about stuff like this a few months ago.

“You should take one,” Vic says and gives you the box.

Board Game Night.

Not the best thing to do on your own, you think sarcastically. Thomas seems to see the annoyance on your face.

“We can have one online when we’re gone,” he says, “and then we can have another one when we’re all together? You can choose all the games.”

When the time comes, they are all on their laptops in their own hotel rooms - you’re grateful for it, that you’re all on your own and it isn’t only you. You play Monopoly for hours and Vic is the first one to accuse Thomas of cheating when he wins. He does that when you play at home, taking money out of the bank when he thinks no one looks at him, somehow having a house or a hotel on one of his streets where the last time you looked was none. It got so bad one time that Victoria announced she would rather piss herself than leaving Thomas unattended or even out of her eyesight with the board. Board game nights were usually them bickering and Ethan and you picking up the pieces afterwards, but after every night they swore that they loved it. Sometimes the competitive aspect just turned their heads in. You can’t wait for the game night in person after everyone says their goodbyes and Thomas blows you a kiss.

Could we puzzle?

No!

No!!!!

You didn’t expect anything different from Vic and Thomas. He lacks the concentration for it and Vic admitted it drives her insane. At least they can hate something together, you giggle to yourself.

YES!

On the other hand Ethan was always up for a night in with a puzzle.

You two think puzzle mats are the best invention of the century. You shouldn’t have a vote in this.

Somehow Vic seems to have forgotten that you can choose every game you want, and you want to puzzle.

It’s the best, go die mad about it. Anything in mind?

You send a link to a puzzle with 42.000 pieces. It’s more of a joke but at the same it’s a dream.

Noted

Wait what? That’s against the geneva convention and my human rights!!!!!!

You’re a bit dramatic, Thomas.

Do you want me dead or something?

Victoria and Thomas try to argue that a puzzle technically isn’t a board game but they both take defeat when you remind them that Thomas said everything you want, their opinion on the matter doesn’t count. It’s fun, for once Vic and Thomas are helping each other without noticing it. Vic takes Thomas’ hand when she sees that he’s getting frustrated with himself and how he loses focus. Thomas helps her looking for the piece she’s missing when she groans. And Ethan and you are looking at each other knowingly, smiling.

.#####.

The next is one of Vic’s token again, and this time she’s happy about it.

“Dress up for dinner and dancing or a movie at home,” she grins, “This is gonna be a party, you’re all gonna dress up pretty for me and we’re going to decorate this place. I want a mirror ball.”

You don’t question it but Ethan gets her the desired mirror ball, he goes so far to order some buffet style catering and turns up in a fancy suit. Vic is dressed in a fancy short dress, your dress isn’t showing as much but it’s fancy enough. Thomas is dressed in wide suit pants, for some reason he’s barefoot, and in a shirt that’s mostly unbuttoned showing off his chest hair. If you could, you would be on your knees for all three of them but you’re sure that’s a different kind of party.

“Here,” Thomas blushes furiously when Vic puts a collar around his neck. His fingernails are digging into the skin of your hand he’s holding, “You should be thankful that I’m not putting you on a leash.”

You can see how the blush deepens.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

You can hear how she whispers to him, you’re sure that you can hear her asking if this is okay, and the grip he has on your hand loosens.

All four of you are dancing, drinking, kissing, your hand wanders into Thomas’ trousers while Vic and Ethan are whispering into his ears, he blushes and moans and then you dance again. Thomas looks a bit lost and wobbly on the legs when you get him to dance again. Until one of Thomas; neighbours threatens to call the police on you as the music is way too loud.

When you clean up a little bit, so you don’t have to do it the next day with a horrible hangover, you see that Victoria really brought a leash. It surprises you but out of fun you ask Thomas to give it back to her. He swallows, hard. But he’s still doing what you asked of him.

“Oh,” you can hear Vic laugh, “You want me to leash you?”

“Or I can spank you with it,” you see Thomas squirm on the spot when Ethan speaks, “Your choice.”

“No-none,” he almost chokes on his words, “None, please. Please. Red.”

And then you’re all three all over him, you’re kissing his face, Ethan and Vic hugging him.

“I’m proud of you, Maso.” He looks at you confused, he’s sniffing. “For knowing it’s enough and using your safeword.”

.#####.

After the party at home, you should have known how serious Ethan can take some things when he’s allowed to do so. It turns out that he can still surprise you when he gets the token Have a tasting party with a box of chocolates.

The box of chocolate is some quality chocolate but you all thought you would eat it, joke around a bit and otherwise enjoy the evening. Somehow Ethan has other plans. Every chocolate is on a tiny plate, with some tiny plagues on which he wrote what it is, some tasting notes on the side and he serves wine with it. He’s in a waistcoat, when he starts a speech which he’s reading from a handkerchief, Thomas sitting next to you loses it and snorts the wine almost through his nose. Vic is biting her lip so hard it almost starts bleeding.

“Silence,” Ethan claps into his hands, “Your undivided attention on chocolate number one, please.”

.#####.

There’s some confusion the next time around. Thomas tells you that Vic took a token but when you ask her she denies it. Problem is, you know Thomas is right, as there’s a token missing out of the box. After closer inspection you know why, someone doesn’t want to go stargazing - it’s the token missing out of the box.

Spend an evening stargazing.

“Would it help if we take a bottle of wine?” You ask her when you’re all on the couch, Thomas caressing your feet in his lap.

“We could use mine,” Ethan shrugs when you look at him, “I took someone earlier, it says Champagne and strawberries on it. I don’t know if that would help.”

“Does that somehow make stargazing more appealing to you, Vic?”

“Only if I can watch Thomas lick that champagne from your nipples.”

You sigh but Thomas all of a sudden is way more interested in the conversation than before, even stargazing didn’t have him pique up like this.

“As long as we can do that after and not in the park.”

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Thomas is next up for a token and he already blushes when he reads it, and even more when he shows it to the three of you.

You get a compliment every day for a week.

“Oh, you will blush a lot the next seven days,” Vic laughs.

There’s a range of compliments from, you’re the loveliest clown - Vic, you have the prettiest eyes - Ethan to you’re the best person to wake up in the middle of the night to go on a walk with me - you. But there’s also the compliments that make him blush like Vic predicted. All the pretty noises you make - you, the way your blush starts on your chest - Vic, the way you look when you come - Ethan.

You can see how he gets more and more flattered day by day but there’s something else. And he breaks one night when you cuddle up to him and whisper against his lips: “You’re the best and loveliest chaotic idiot to me. God, I love you.”

He squirms, he’s getting uncomfortable, he looks like he isn’t believing you.

“It’s true, I -”

You kiss him instead.

.#####.

As soon as Ethan is smirking at Vic, you’re sure that she isn’t going to like whatever he has planned.

“You choose who is boss for the day.”

“Oh, you’re choosing me, right?”

“No, I’m choosing Thomas.” He’s still smirking at her.

“What?” She looks at him. “Are you serious?”

“I thought you’re into Thomas being more bossy?” You have to laugh as well.

“In bed,” she looks at you, furious, while Thomas laughs, “With you.”

“We can arrange that,” Thomas says, “I can boss you around both.”

To no one's surprise Vic has to suffer the most under Thomas’ regime and you have to try not to giggle when she groans at him for the billionth time.

“He deserves that,” Ethan whispers to you.

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“Recreate your first date. Does that mean ours?” Thomas gestures between you and him, “Or does that mean ours?”

“What was your first date?” Ethan asks.

“We went to a museum, Thom took me to a wine bar,” you smile at the memory, “And then I fell asleep on him drunk a few hours later.”

“Yes, and we had pasta,” he smiles at you.

“What was our date again?” Ethan asks.

“We fucked,” Vic laughs, “First Thomas confessed a lot of kinky shit to us and then we fucked for like two days.”

“Oh,” Ethan grins, “How could I forget that?”

“How about both?”

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“I’m gonna already start arguing that I think this should translate to sex,” Vic says before reading the token to you, “Dessert only dinner.”

“You have a problem,” Thomas comments, “I am not getting reduced to dessert.”

In the end, Vic is outvoted and Thomas isn’t getting reduced to anything but he’s patting his stomach by the end of the evening. You all had too much food and somehow Vic managed to eat the most. You had cheese and grapes, cake, tiramisu, dessert wine, cannoli and florentines.

You pass out in Thomas’ lap while he smokes. Overindulgence.

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Ethan takes one of the last tokens, it’s a blank one once again.

“How is that possible?” Vic looks at Ethan, then at you. “Why am I not getting one of them?”

“Maybe they don’t like you,” Thomas winks at you, “They don’t like me either.”

“Back to my token, I want a night in a honeymoon suite.”

“Okay?” Thomas looks interested.

“I want room service, a pool or a whirlpool,” he looks directly at Thomas, “a bed big enough for us and where I can tie up Tho.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think they have beds where you can tie him up,” Vic says - her phone is already out, “And can you compromise on having a butler but no hot tub?”

“Can you look for a room with a terrace then? I can tie him to the railings as well.”

“Would that be okay, kitten?”

Thomas only shamelessly moans and then hides his face on your shoulder.

The suite Vic chooses in the end, does have room service for food that’s too fancy for your liking (who pays 12€ for blueberry juice you ask but Ethan just looks at you and deadpans me) and a terrace, just as he requested.

Thomas adam’s apple bobs, he already whimpers.

.#####.

There’s only two tokens left and one you kept hidden for last.

“Last one,” Vic says before opening the envelope, “before I can forget about this box of horrors.”

She squeals - it’s a blank one.

“Oh no.” As if Thomas already knows what’s coming his way.

“I could do with some new lingerie,” she muses, “A lot of new lingerie actually and Thom is going to pay for it.”

“Anything else?” he groans.

“Hmmm, I could do with a new strap,” she sticks her tongue out at him, “You know … to fuck your girlfriend.”

.#####.

“The last one is yours,” Thomas says and gives the envelope to you.

Swing on the swings at a nearby playground.

“I want to give that one to you.”

“No,” he protests, “you barely took any. It’s yours.”

“You should have it. I know it’s cheating, but …,” you smile at him, “I want you to have it and you can use it with me whenever you feel like it.”

“That means I can take you tonight?” He looks at you as if he doesn’t trust what he just heard. “We can take a bottle of wine and when I feel like it next week or next month we can repeat it?”

“As often as you want,” you assure him.

That night you end up drunk on a swing set with Thomas for the first time.

.#####.

“I have one last one, just for fun.” You feel like making an announcement. Vic is blinking at you confused but Ethan takes the envelope from you.

“Gift hunt. At the shopping centre everyone is getting 15€ for each partner and an hour to buy something for the other.”

“That sounds like fun.” You’re surprised to hear that from Vic but you’re happy about it, she seems excited.

The array of gifts and your reactions is cute to look at. Vic gives her presents to you first. There’s a pair of nicely padded handcuffs for Thomas, he blushes and you suspect that she used more than her 15€ she had to spend. There’s a beautiful strappy bra with embroidered flowers she gives to you, and then you’re sure she used more than she should have. Ethan grins when she gives him a leather paddle and your head spins. There’s something else everyone gets: It’s a little V on a keychain.

“Are you trying to mark me?” Ethan asks amused and gives her smack on the thigh.

“Yeah, I sure feel pissed on,” Thomas says and she wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively, “No, no, no, no. We talked about this, Victoria!”

She shrugs and you laugh but Thomas looks at you terrified: “If you ever change your mind …”

The next round of gifts comes from Ethan. It’s little portraits, a bit bigger than a business card. After closer inspection you can see that they differ slightly. Ethan has the “original” of the four of you for himself, he is carrying it in his wallet. On Vic’s version she makes bunny ears behind Thomas’ head. On Thomas’ version you’re kissing his cheek, there is a headband with kitten ears on his head. On your version Thomas is kissing your cheek.

There’s no theme to the gifts you got for everyone. You have a poetry collection of Rainer Maria Rilke for Ethan. There’s lipstick in a deep burgundy red for Vic. A coffee table book of sunsets for Thomas and a little box - it has love tokens written on it.

“You gotta be joking?” Vic looks at you in disbelief.

“It’s not for you,” Thomas says and kisses you on the cheek like he does so often, “That’s for me only.”

And lastly there’s Thomas, you hope that you didn’t stress him too much, you know he takes his buying presents for people business really seriously. You can imagine how he was biting his nails because of the time restraint. He gives his present to Ethan first. It’s a notebook with a matching pen and a small puzzle that shows a Roman alley. For Vic he got something that looks a lot like lube and a book titled “Getting Off: One Woman's Journey Through Sex and Porn Addiction” - Vic only rolls her eyes at him. And then there’s the one for you, it’s a little flower press.

“You know that the place will be plastered in flowers?”

“Good,” he smiles at you.

.#####.

A few evenings later Vic and you find Thomas sitting on the floor, hunched over. He happily hums to the vinyl that plays in the background. When he hears you, he tries to hide what he’s doing but Victoria steps behind him.

“That’s why all the tokens were puzzle pieces?” she laughs, “And why you pocketed them all? Are you going to betray me and enjoy puzzling now?”

“I’m missing one,” he tells her.

“I think, I can help with that,” you give him the chore token you took off him.

And he puts the last piece in place.

.#####.

END.

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cherry-velvet-skies · 2 years

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Muse

Painter!Ethan Torchio × GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Ethan creates a masterpiece using makeup products, and Reader's face is the canvas

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“Are you sure you don’t mind helping me?” Ethan asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I know it’s really short notice, so you don’t have to.”

“Of course I want to help you.” You replied, leaning against the door frame as he gathered the rest of his supplies. “I’m actually kind of excited. I’ve never been a canvas before.”

Ethan was a pretty decent artist, dabbling with multiple forms of media, preferring ones such as charcoal drawings or a simple graphite sketch. Lately, he had been seeing various examples of artists using their own faces as their sketchpads. He marvelled at the idea of using makeup as a medium, and decided to have a go at it. However, doing it to his own face in front of a mirror might have been too steep of a challenge for his first time, so he opted for practicing on someone else first. And you were more than happy to oblige.

Ethan wanted the experience to be as comfortable for you as possible, choosing his bedroom as an optimal location. You sat down on the bed and brushed your arms against the smooth fabric of the blanket, using one of the pillows to lean back against the headboard.

Once you were settled, he laid out all the colors he would use, along with several brushes varying in size. You allowed Ethan to use your makeup for this adventure, and while you didn't have the largest collection of items, you did have an appreciation for graphic liners, which was the closest makeup product to paint that you could possibly have. You informed him of having to spray the liners with water to activate them, and that was really all there was to it. In his mind, it was just like using watercolor paints.

Once you saw him coat the brush with the first color, you felt yourself getting excited again. "Are you ready?" Ethan whispered, holding the brush a few inches from your cheek.

"Permission to paint is granted." You declared with a giggle, closing your eyes and leaning forward. The second the blob of pigment touched your face, you wanted to squirm, but it was more from anticipation than anything else.

"Is it cold?" Ethan asked, sensing your plight of trying not to move.

"Not too bad." You mumbled, making sure not to stretch your cheeks too much. "It kinda tickles." Keeping with the theme, Ethan used your makeup brushes instead of his own. His were too abrasive to be used on your face anyway. But even though they were your own brushes and you had used them more times than you could count, the way they glided across your skin gave you a type of tranquility you had never known before.

Ethan hardly said a word while he was working. He had his quiet moments on ordinary days, but while he was concentrating, you couldn't even so much as hear his breathing. His level of focus was unmatched, and it was always clearly visible when viewing the masterpieces he was able to create.

The silence throughout the room actually served to heighten your other senses, and the experience was magical. You felt every stroke of the brushes, the difference in the density of the bristles based on which one he was using, and somehow, each color felt different as well. You still had no idea what he was creating, but the mysterious aspect served to benefit you. It was similar to viewing a piece of abstract art, but almost from the inside out. You were the foundation for said art, and you had no clue what it looked like. It was the most anticipating of exhibitions, one that you were honored to be a part of.

“You doing okay?” Ethan piped up, making small circular motions on your eyelids. You slightly nodded, not wanting to disturb what he was doing, but enough to give him an answer. “Just checking,” Ethan replied, chuckling to himself. “For a second there, I thought you fell asleep on me.” You tightly pursed your lips, attempting to stifle your laughter to preserve his precious artwork.

“You can laugh, you know.” He commented.

“I don’t want to crease anything.” You responded. “You worked very hard on it.” You still had your eyes closed, but could almost see Ethan staring intently at your lips.

“Hearing your laughter is worth more than anything I could ever create.”

After several minutes, and several more brush changes, Ethan had finished his masterpiece. Apparently, you two had been sitting there for quite a while, much longer than you estimated. Upon opening your eyes, you were captivated by how the rays of sunlight coming through the window were not only in a different position, but they were beginning to turn a dusty orange. To you, it had felt like mere seconds, as it seems to be true that pleasant times pass by quicker.

You turned back to Ethan, who offered you a warm smile, letting you know he was satisfied with his work. He extended his hand to help you sit up straight.

“Okay, what goofy-looking creature did you turn me into?” You joked, standing up to make your way towards the vanity mirror.

“Very funny.” Ethan retorted. “But I’m quite proud of it, and I hope you like it as much as I do.” When you gazed at your reflection, your eyes widened. The amount of detail he had put into his creation was astounding.

Starting at your jawline, a flurry of monochrome green rolling hills were bounding up towards your cheeks. Ethan even integrated your facial features into the artwork, painting your lips to look like a giant flower neatly perched on one of the hills. Blanketed across your nose and underneath your eyes was the beginning of a beautiful sunset, the orange hues slowly blending into yellow as they swirled around your eyes, ending their journey just below your browline. Continuing upwards, a rapid transition of color led to a world of vibrant pinks, blues, and purples. Ornately decorating your forehead were various groups of stars and constellations. You didn’t recognize all of them, but you were certain Ethan would be overjoyed to tell you if you asked him about it. For an artist that was known for mostly grayscale work, your face was sporting quite the rainbow. But what might’ve been the most overwhelmingly admirable detail was the fact that the entire piece was done in perfect symmetry. Whatever he added on one side, he had to add to the other, a crucial ingredient to anything that he created. It was a true work of art and you couldn't be more proud of him.

“Ethan, it’s beautiful.” You beamed. “Oh, gosh it’s so wonderful I never want to wash it off. I wish I could leave it here forever.” Ethan’s eyes lit up, his shoulders bopping back and forth with a mix of pride and excitement.

“I’m so happy you’re pleased with it.” He said, staring in the mirror alongside you for another closer look. “But I’m sure it will get itchy eventually, which is why I ask that you let me take some photos before you wipe it off.”

You stepped back to pose as Ethan took out his phone. He captured several images of his creation, all in various lighting and angles, keeping his fingers under your chin to tilt your face in between photos. Once he was done, you looked in the mirror again, silently planning the next time you wanted him to do this.

"Oh, wait, I forgot to sign it." Ethan whispered as he turned you back to face him. You were about to make a comment when he leaned in closer, pressing a punctuating kiss to your lips.

Well, at least no one could ever replicate the signature.

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ethanesimp · 2 years

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DOLCEZZA // E.T.

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem! Reader

Summary: Ethan prepares tea and takes care of you.

Request: Hiiiiii! Is it possible if you could please write a Fluffy drabble with Ethan please? The reader is having a bad day, and Ethan doesn't even need to ask, just invites her ove for some tea and gets her to vent and looks after her please? Ily and your writing! 💕

Warnings: It’s like the tiniest bit angsty but that’s about it :D There is like a reference to nurse! reader because yes lmao

Word Count: 1.2k

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Ethan’s dark brown eyes were set on you as he watched you accommodate your coat on the coat rack placed by the archway that led into the living room. It didn’t take long for him to notice the way your shoulders slumped and the fact that your eyes had been observing at the ground ever since you walked through the door five minutes back.

It took you quite a while to notice he was staring at you due to your distraught state, but once you did, Ethan noticed your demeanor change slightly. You stood up just a tad bit straighter and a smile that didn’t reach your eyes painted itself onto your face. That was also known as your I-don’t-want-you-to-worry face, which he had become familiar with throughout your three-year relationship.

Ethan wanted to try and get you to talk about what was on your mind because it always seemed to ease your worries, but by the time he had opened his mouth to speak up, you had already locked yourself inside the tiny room you usually hid into after a bad day. That only confirmed his thoughts—not like he needed confirmation to know something was off—and made him get up from the couch where he had been reading and drinking a glass of wine.

He placed both objects on the glass coffee table and walked over to the kitchen. It was a quaint little place that was always warm and flooded with light, which he truly adored. He put his hair up with ease and went to fetch the kettle that sat on the shelf where you liked to keep the tea cups you’d collected over the years.

Preparing tea was a thing he found himself doing whenever one of you needed a breather. It was a tip Damiano had given him long ago, and one he had teased his bandmate endlessly about, but now he got Damiano’s obsession with it. For some strange reason, the hot beverage seemed to soothe the tension all over his body and melt it away as if it was nothing more than a small sugarcube.

Ethan walked outside to set the table on the veranda while he left the water to heat up. He knew just how much you loved that spot after all the countless hours you both spent sitting on the padded chairs. He placed the two mugs he had in his hands on the surface of the wooden table and shortly after came back with the kettle and a few tea packets.

He tried to make the environment as cozy as possible, going as far as fetching your favorite knitted cardigan and placing it over the backrest of the table. Once he was pleased enough, Ethan ventured back into the house and softly knocked on the door of the room you were in. He opened the door once you told him it was okay.

You sat crossed legged on the couch with a small book open on your lap. Your eyes met his and Ethan knew you had noticed his worried expression when you brushed it away, “I’m fine, my shift was just a bit rough today.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He suggested with a gentle voice.

You shook your head, “No, I really don’t want to bother you. Besides, it’s something silly and I’m probably just being a big baby about it.”

Ethan moved to sit next to you on the couch and cupped your face with his hands, “Dolcezza, making sure you’re okay and listening to you is not something that will ever bother me,” He said and placed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “I’ll always be here to listen to you.”

A small yet genuine smile appeared on your face, “Grazie, tesoro.”

You leaned into his chest and let your forehead rest against his after leaving a quick peck on his cheek. Ethan smiled at that and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist to try and pull your body on top of his, which didn’t go as planned because it made your forehead bump against his.

You let out a hearty laugh while Ethan groaned in pain and rubbed his forehead as he left a kiss on yours. You tilted your head to the side just enough for your lips to meet his and Ethan felt you relax into the kiss almost right away. One of his hands moved to the small of your back while the other rested on your cheek. He gently brushed his thumb over your cheek as he tasted the faint flavor of the vanilla chapstick that was still left on your soft lips.

The kiss was slow, fiery, and intimate. Yet, there was not a thing sexual about it, all he wanted was to enjoy the closeness between you and to try and make you feel just a tad bit better if he could. You held onto him by the collar of his shirt and sighed in content as you fumbled your way into his lap without breaking away from the kiss.

Ethan hesitantly pulled back and let both his hands fall to your waist, “As much as I’d enjoy kissing you all afternoon, I don’t want the tea to get cold.”

He saw your whole face light up, which worked a chuckle out of him, “You made tea?”

“Mhm, I set it up on the table outside, want some?” You nodded, the smile not leaving your face.

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You had been sitting next to each other drinking tea in complete silence for almost twenty minutes, that was until you finally decided to share what had been bothering you. Part of you felt ashamed for getting so worked up over something you felt was so little. That was the main reason why you had been so hesitant to tell Ethan about it, because you didn’t want to bother him with a problem so small when he had problems of his own to worry about.

What you sometimes failed to remember was that your boyfriend cared so deeply about you that he’d listen to you talk about things as simple as your grocery list or the plot of the book you were currently reading. There was no need for you to hide your problems away, not from him.

“I didn’t go over some material while I was studying,” You began to explain to Ethan, who was listening attentively, “One of the head nurses was quizzing us about it just this morning and I got yelled at for not knowing about it. I’m not upset about that specifically but because it made me think… What if I’m not good enough for this? What if I fail?”

Ethan placed his warm hand over your knee to try and comfort you, “You’re the most dedicated person I know, Y/N. The passion you have for your career is remarkable and so are your capabilities. You grow and get better by making mistakes. It’s okay to get things wrong, amore, it doesn’t make you any less capable.”

You nodded slowly and sighed, “Guess it’s just hard to remember that from time to time, isn’t it? But you’re right. All the mistakes and the effort will be worth it in the end. Thanks for all this Ethan, truly. I love you.”

He smiled softly, “I love you too, dolcezza.”

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writersblockiskillingme · 1 year

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Måneskin Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

Damiano David

If Not For You - As Damiano goes away on the tour with his band mates he has to deal with leaving his home behind. You. [۵♡]

Timezone - As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind. [۵♡]

Jealousy Game - You were ready for a lot of things, but you weren't ready for a woman at the competition you were attending to flirt with your secret boyfriend. [۵♡]

Papà - You woke up in the middle of the night just so that you realize that Damiano is not with you, but don't worry. You know where to find him. [♡]

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭]

How It's Supposed To Look Like - After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like. [➳۵♡✭]

Only Angel - You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it. [♡✭➳]

Thomas Raggi

Torna A Casa - Song that was promised to his one and only that he met on a lonely day in park in Italy. [➳۵]

Ethan Torchio

Three Makes a Group - After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind. [✭♡]

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kaylalovesmaneskin · 1 year

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The waiters

A/n:hey guys it been awhile since I posted buttt I just wanna say that is story was inspired by a pov that I had saw on TikTok that really had me thinking for an idea for this story and ALSO DID YALL LISTEN TO RUSH BRO IT SUPER AMAZING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH LIKE IT 😍🙌 wellllll with that being said I hope you enjoy this story yall. Tag list: @ellior1111

Parings:Damiano David & Ethan Torchio &Fem!reader

Warrings:daddy kink,choking ,swearing threesomes, masterbating,knife kink/play handcuffs,blindfolded, ice cubes, dirty talk, ,blowjob and a whole lot of smuts and etc

Summary: you couldn't pay to tip your waiters so ur going to have to find another way..

“Hey y/n do you want to go out to that new restaurant that opened in town today.” Your best friend had asked you “certo, perché no.” You had answered back. You heard about this new restaurant by your mom and sister that is was the best and the food was amazing and the waiters were super sexy and hot according to your sister. (Fast forward to like 7-8 pm) “ hey y/n sei pronto per partire.” You friend yelled to you as walking over to your room. “sì, dammi solo un minuto, mi sto truccando e pettinando.” You said to her looking at you self in the mirror while applying you eyeliner on and putting some perfume on. ”hey bestie cosa ne pensi.” You said calling over her to you while you looking at your self in the mirror. You like the way the black dress really made you figure stick out and how your makeup match perfectly with you outfit it made you feel badass. “porca merda sì/no hai un aspetto fottutamente tosto damm sei bellissima chissà dal tuo aspetto potresti trovarti un appuntamento.” She said walking into your room and being stuck in her tracks. You where never the type to actually dress up and look sexy all the time. “Thank you now shall we leave I think we have a dinner to get to.” You said grabbing your coat and your phone and keys. “Si let go I can’t wait.”

Finally you guys had arrived at the restaurant you both stepped out of your friend car and walked into the restaurant. “Wow this place is amazing.” You said to your friend. “I know right it is beautiful.” She said back at you. You both walked up to the host who was at the entrance and he had instantly caught your eye. Your eyes gaze over to where his name tag was and it read d.damiano what a sexy name . “Y/n y/n girl” your friend snapped you out of your thoughts. “Uh um yea what happened.” You said looking at her confused. “You been looking at him for the last 4 minutes ooo I think you like him.” Your friend has whisper into your ear. “Well I think your friend here is pretty good looking to.” Damiano finally spoke up winking at you . “Oooo y/n look he thinks you are cute.” Your friend said lightly punching your shoulder. “Stop umm woah this is the first and worst interaction I have ever had in my life but umm I would like a table for two please.” You said blushing a lot. “Right this way cutie.” Damiano said grabbing two menus. “Here is you table your waiter will be here in a few minutes.” He said “t-thank you.” You said struggling to make a sentence you never had been this flustered before. ”y/n you know I think I can see you and that guy having something.” She said smirking at you. “Nun uh not in a million years it was just a stupid interaction.” “Yeah right that so totally why when we walked in you immediately started staring at him with those “even tho I just meet you fuck me already” eyes.” Your friend said laughing at you.

“Woah woah listen that a little to much don’t you think.” You said in such a awkward tone because even tho you didn’t want to admit it may be your friend was right. “si/n è passato un anno dall'ultima volta che hai avuto un ragazzo devi almeno provare a fare di un ragazzo il migliore amico o trovarti un ragazzo è ora ragazza.” Your friend told you. You have to admit she is right it just you didn’t want to be in a relationship nor ready to have one but you will try but the thing is that you liked being independent and not having to relying on a man and especially ones that are low life abusers and fucking cheaters.(you were referring to your ex boyfriend) “lo so lo so ma non so se sono pronto voglio dire che amo stare da solo e non voglio rivivere quell'esperienza.” You told her before she could respond there was this hot sexy looking waiters was at your table he had really really long and black and lovely hair that you ever seen. “ciao ragazze, mi chiamo ethan, sono il vostro cameriere per oggi, quindi c'è qualcosa con cui potrei iniziare voi ragazze?” He spoke with such elegant and some what sexual tone in his voice as he made eye contact with you and your friend.”buongiorno signore um si vorrei le fettuccine al pomodoro. con un bicchiere di vino per favore.” Your friend spoke as she read the name of the meal she wanted to ethan. “okay okay questa è una buona scelta e tu amore mio cosa vorresti.” He said “io.. io umm vorrei.. come il Carpaccio e anche un g..bicchiere di vino.” You said really shyly. “è che tutte le donne.” “Si that will be all for Now thank you.” Your friend said. “Okay your wait time will be about 18-20 minutes.” He said. “Si si.” Your friend respond back. Then Ethan had walked away from your table. “Ok, sì, ragazza, devi parlare con uno di quei ragazzi come una ragazza che non hai mai avuto due ragazzi che flirtano con te DUE VOLTE IN UNA NOTTE TI FANNO CAPIRE NEL GIOCO RAGAZZA.” You bestie yelled at you but not that loud. “Okay okay but I’m scared I literally actually like a fool in front of them.” “Y/n you need to stop putting your self down you are so beautiful, smart, wonderful, Talented any guy would be lucky to have you you just have to see that inside your self.” You friend said holding your hands making you look at her. “T..thanks that is really really the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me ever.” “Well I am glad to be the first.”

“Well that got emotional really quickly but I am going to use the restroom I’ll be right back.” You said getting up and out of your chair. You started to walk around to look for the bathroom then when you wasn’t looking you had bumped into the Damiano guy for earlier. “Oh shit fuck I am sorry.” You said apologizing maybe if you didn’t have your face in your phone you wouldn’t have bumped into him and drop the plates of food he had in his hand. “It alright love are you okay cazzo I got this all over your lovely dress.” He said helping you clean your dress off he had one of his hands on your hip and the other one with a napkin. You didn’t know what you was feeling but you were definitely having a million butterflies in your stomach as he help clean your dress off. “Anddd done I am truly sorry about that.” Damiano kept on apologizing to you. “No it fine it my fault should had been looking when I was walking and let me help it the least I can do.” You said getting on your knees with a napkin trying to clean his shoes and his pants off. “No please amore mio it fine you really don’t have to….” Before he could finish his sentence he had stop talking just to look at how pretty you look underneath him then all of a sudden Ethan your waiter saw the both of you and walked over to yall. “che cazzo sta succedendo qui.” He said looking at the both of you. Once you heard his voice you quickly got up and stand beside Damiano. “ beh, guarda cosa è successo è che questa bella ragazza era su di lei era in bagno e lei mi ha urtato e ha combinato un casino, quindi ha fatto la cosa giusta e mi ha aiutato a pulirlo come una brava ragazza che è.” He said looking over at you. “Umm yeah that’s what happened.” You said you face was super red like the tomato sauce. “beh, è bello sapere che questa brava ragazza pulisce il suo casino, forse lo farà più tardi, ma tesoro, la tua amica ha dovuto andarsene e ha pagato il suo pasto tra l'altro.” Ethan said tilling your chin to look at him. “I-I should get back to my table.” You said speed walking to your table. What the fuck did he mean later ugh man up y/n you are going to flirt with these guys like Elliot said .

You had ate your food while texting you bestie Elliot about what happened. “Umm I am ready for my bill.” You said calling Ethan over to your table. “Si on it.” He said walking over to the register to get you receipt. “Here you go.” He said as he handed you the bill. “Umm so like this might sound weird but can I get yours and you co workers number.” You said with the little bit of confidence you had left. “Sure sweetheart I’ll get that for you.” He winked at you walking away. Holy shit you thought to yourself. As you get the money to pay for your food Ethan was making his way to find dami. “ehi damiano conosci quella ragazza che hai incontrato?” “si che mi dici di lei.” “beh, sono andato a darle il conto che ha chiesto di me e del tuo numero.” “oh davvero mi chiedo cosa stia combinando.” “dami e se avesse combinato qualcosa, sai cosa intendo.” “vero vero ma aspettiamo solo di vedere cosa dosa voglio dire che è davvero sexy sembra che piagnucoli.” Dami winked at him. “dami basta che mi dia solo il tuo numero.” Ethan said to him. “ok ok qui.” Damiano said while writing his number on a napkin and then giving it to Ethan so he could write his number to. (Meanwhile back to you ) Ethan came back with the napkin and placed it on the table all he was left to see was no you but a napkin with your number on it and the cash for your food put there was no tip. “cazzo ha pagato una mancia ugh qualunque cosa gliela faremo pagare ora che ho il suo numero.” Ethan said under his breath.

Meanwhile with you, you where in a taxi on your way back to your house. “Shit fuck I didn’t even get their number but I left mine.” You said putting your head in your hands. A few minutes you finally got to your house and took your heels off then went to sit on your bed then all of a sudden you got a Text from a random number. “Holy shit shit shit what if it is the Ethan guy oh my fucking god okay y/n don’t panic you don’t even know if it is him.” (This is not a real number btw )

*********676-266-2689********

unknown number:hey cutie it me Ethan the guy from the restaurant I just wanted to tell you that you forgot to pay your tip but it fine.

You: oh fuck look I am sorry I just got scared about asking you and your friend for your number I just scared and left

Unknown number :oh I see well love you don’t have to pay your tip but you can pay me and my friend in a other way 😏

You:oh really and what will that be

Unknown number:just give me your address and you will see how

You:oh really my address is 6659 Angeles avenue (not a real place)

Unknown number:Ill come and see you when I am done with my shift bye bye sweetheart

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Holy shit there no fucking way that he actually coming but i will just have to wait and see but for now I’m going to take a bath my mind is a mess right now. You thought to yourself. You got up from your bed and walked over to your dresser and pulled out a set of pj’s and walked over to the bathroom. You were in your bathroom and you close the door and turn on the water then when to take your clothes off. You went to sit in your bathtub your mind was racing a hundred miles a minute you close your eyes to let mind wander for a little. When your mind was wondering you could help that you had this image in you head that you were handcuffed to your bed with a blindfolded on and Ethan was running and Knife down from you boobs down to you stomach while dami was tracing you body with an ice cube. As you were getting these dirty thoughts in your head your hand made it way down to your pussy and you started to rub your clit fast while moaning like crazy. “Shit fuck the things you guys do to me.” You moaned. As you continue to play yourself you started to feel a familiar feeling in your core as you rubbing your clit fast. And a minute or two later you had came after playing with yourself and letting out the loudest pornography moan ever. “Oh shit fucckk.” You moaned loudly. After coming down from your high you had gotten up from the bath and turn on the shower and brushed your teeth and washed up and gotten out the shower.

As you came you the shower you had walked into your room to find a damiano and a Ethan sitting on your bed waiting for you. “Holy shit w-what the fuck are you to doing here.” You screamed at them “well darling you told me to come over after I was done with work.” Ethan said making eye contact with you and then staring at you body that in a towel. As you noticed ethan and dami eyes wonder on your body you decide to say something to them. “Well umm yall know that I can see you looking at me with those “just come over here and let me take that towel off of you and let me fuck you eyes.” You said looking at them with a smirk. “Well pretty lady we could make that happen.” Dami had spoken up. The next that happen was dami had gotten up from the bed pinning you against the wall Kissing you so hard that it leaves your knees weak and your body is pressed up against dami’s as you struggles to keep your lips on dami’s all times. Dami had pulled away from you. "I love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.” Dami said to you. “You know dami i want you to press my face into a pillow and make me scream.” You said making strong eye contact with him. “Well you stay right there little lady and how about I allow Ethan to get some action since you are the one who had been eye fucking him all day.” Ethan got up from the bed and walked over to you and looking you in the eyes for you permission to take off your towel and you had nodded in a yes for him to go ahead. He took your towel off of you and started to make his hands run Down to your boobies massaging them. “You know y/n Eye-fucking me all day, isn’t and won’t help you right now.” He said pining your arms above of you head then kissing you. After he said that you were A nervous and a blushing mess who can't properly function. "I have barley even touched you yet, why are you falling apart so easily?" Ethan said whisper into you ear. You breathe had hitched and he had noticed it. Ethan had picked you up and laying you down on the bed. “Listen y/n im and just gonna do a few things all you have to do is trust me okay.” Ethan had reassured you. “Yes daddy.” You Wimper back. “Y/n honey come lay down but first I am going to had to cover your eyes.” Dami said taking a black bandanna and using it to cover your eyes. Then Ethan had took some long chained handcuffs and tied your hands up. Now it was time for Ethan to take control. Hungerily ripping apart his clothes and getting on the bed then he started to bite at your neck and thighs as soon as he was on the bed. Ethan’s hands made their way down to you pussy and he had insert one finger into you area you had moaned loud. “Mmm fuck.” You couldn’t see anything so right now your body was really sensitive. “Please Ethan.” You wined “aww look Ethan poor little y/n is begging for you.” Dami mocked “awe y/n love is there something you want.” Ethan said to you. “I need more.” You said crying and tugging at the cuffs. “More what daring.” Dami said. “I need a more another finger please please.” You cried tears rolling down your cheeks. "Aww is baby crying? There there, that feels good doesn't it?" Dami said inserting on of his fingers in to your pussy. Dami and Ethan moved there fingers in and out of you stretching you out for the real game. They both continue to finger you while you tugged on the cuffs and moaning like a mess. After a few more minutes of them finger you you felt the need to cum and you told them. “E-Ethan d-dami I- have to Cumm.” You cried out loud. “Okay princess give us a minute.” Ethan told you. Purposely turning you on just for them to be edging but they never planned one letting you get too stimulated. The both of them Watching you desperately trying to hold yourself together for the rest of the night. They pulled there fingers out of you before you got to cum. “W-what the fuck.” You said in a made tone . “Oh dear bad girls don’t get to cum nun uhu they must listen to what daddy says.” Ethan said “okay okay I promise I will be a good girl.” You wined.

“Oh sweetheart don’t think it will be that easy.” Dami hissed. “If you want to cum then your are going to have to beg.” Ethan said. “Please please please I’ll do anything just please let me cum.” You beg and beg and beg. “Mmm dami what do you think do you think she deserves it.” “Yea let give it to her.” “Okay princess I am going to uncuff you and take you blindfolded off.” Ethan said. “Okay yes sir.” Ethan had grabbed the key for the handcuffs and uncuffed you and then took off your blindfolded. “Now baby since I am going to be nice and let you cum but there one thing tho you can cum tho until I say so but with that being said this cock isn’t going to suck it self now.” Ethan said looking at you in the eyes making sure you heard his message. “Yes sir.” You had walked over to Ethan to were he was sitting on the couch with his legs spread open. You got down in front of him. “Oh y/n look what you do to me .” Ethan moaned . You pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free. “Omfg y/n you think you can handle that much.” Dami said with his eye on Ethan dick. “I-it’s i-.” You said you were so stunted by his length that so was dami to. You went to put your hair in a ponytail but then all of a sudden dami grabbed you hair in to a fist full of it. “Don’t worry about this princess I got this little problem now go suck off Ethan he doesn’t like waiting.” Dami said to you, you began to take Ethan’s tip of his dick into your mouth and you began to tease him because of how he teased you earlier. “Y/n stop teasing me so fucking much or else.” “Oh else what bicth.” You bite back “if I was you y/n I would watch my mouth.” Dami said. “You better watch your fucking mouth or you will be so so sorry.” Ethan said grabbing you by the neck and bring you back to the bed. “You know you little cum slut you look so pretty with my hands around your neck.” Ethan whisper into your ear. You moaned at his words. Ethan began to put one of your legs over his shoulder and he took his dick and spit on his hands and stroking himself a few times then inserting himself into your pussy. “Oh fuck Ethannn.” You moaned. He started to trust in and out of you over and over. He had smack your ass really hard making you yelp. “I love the way you look when I am inside of you.” Ethan moaned. “Mmmm holy shit fuck.” You screamed Ethan became to trust really harder because he was close to coming and so where you. “Fuck Ethan I’m close.” “Hold it well cum together baby.” Two more trust from Ethan and he was cumming deep inside you filling you up the the brim. He had said inside of you for a few more minutes before he had took his dick out of you and all the warmth you felt before is now gone but now you have another problem to worry about.

“Oh dear y/n if you thought what Ethan did to you was bad then you have a whole nothere problem.” Dami said smirking at you. Ethan had got off of you and bed leaving you there so now that dami could take care of you. dami had begun teasing you. god, he was in love way you throw their head back in pleasure. "open wide for me, love, will you?" Dami said looking at you. Dami pulling on your collar he had for you so tight and he began to nibbling on your lips, so that you lose composure and moan in dami’s mouth. "fuck you, dami." "we're already on it, aren't we, sweetie.” He said smirking at you. You began to hesitate, gulping, visibly nervous. Dami then say, eyes fluttering to yours, "if you're uncomfortable..pull away." to that, you move closer to him. You both started kissing each other hard and passionate. Dami started to kiss you from you neck Down and with every kiss that trails your body leaves you wanting more. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you forget that Ethan’s name." Dami said smirking and looking up at you. You accidentally moan a little too loud, and dami smirk, feeling bold. “Spread your pretty little legs open for me baby.” And you did as he said. He looks at you between you legs and goddamit did he look super sexy there you want him to stay there for every. “Oh my y/n honey you are super wet." Dami Said between you legs from his words alone you had vibrations going on throughout your hole body then dami had being to lick you pussy you had moaned really loud .dami said "god, moan louder." and you are now suddenly a mess, blushing, fumbling, whimpering, crying out loud as damiano continues to eat you out. You were on the verge of cumming. “Oh fuck dami I am about to cum shittt.” You moaned. “Yes princess cum into my mouth and scream my name so everyone knows who is making you fell good.” “OH fuck damiiiii.” You screamed. You felt the coil inside of you snap and you had came into damiano mouth. Dami had said between your legs for a few more minutes then he had gotten up. Ethan had came back over the bed where you and damiano was at the both got up and when to the bathroom to get clean up and bring back a warm towel to clean you up.

All of yours hair is messy, sheets messed up, you all lay near each other, heavily breathing and all you can think of is cuddling them. and you find their hands pulling your waist closer to their body. You lay in the middle between them and they both gave you a kiss on the four head “good night boys.” “Good night y/n.” They both said. You all fell asleep peacefully and safe and sound. THE END

A/n as of now :Holy shit YALK DONT KNOW HOW LONG THIS FUCKING STORY TOOK TO MAKE I AM SUPER SORRY ABOUT THR WAIT AND SHIT I HAVING MEANT TO POST THIS ON JANUARY 19 OR 20 BUT THAT NOT HOW THIS WAS PLANNED I STARTED WRITING THIS ON THE THE 13TH SO THAT WHY IT TOOK ME SK LONG BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONE AND I WILL BE HAVING MORE UPDATES COMING SOON BYE BYW LOVES ❤️❤️

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Måneskin Reaction :: You Flirt With Them ❤️

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♡ note. hello, bisexuals and associates!!! happy pride month. you’ve given so much love to my ‚gettin‘ frisky w/ måneskin' 18+ scenario y’all are amazing. so, i’m back back back again 👀 for more fun stuff, this time with some world-building. enjoy!

TAGS/WARNINGS. ⚠️ ot4 imagines x gn!reader, suggestive, humor, cursing, innuendo, sex toy mention, ass jokes, reader’s dirty mouth, flirting at work, brief violence/alcohol/party drugs mention, almost-accident, damiano’s steamy gnc outfit

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thomas | Things start out in a literal fleeting heartbeat. You’re kind of exhausted from the concert high, but also full of guitar solo-induced adrenaline. Lord knows how you got a ticket for the very front. Afraid to be a little overzealous and attention-grabbing, you still made sure the band did not think the festival crowd was lame. Singing louder than three people at once hopefully makes a difference. So that’s that, and the setlist was great, anyway. Now, the stage is almost entirely empty, people rush to drink water. And: They want to see Metallica playing it up on a different stage. They’re already blasting a Queen song to warm up and gather the audience. Over here, the first row of course doesn’t dissolve that fast. Actually, you’re not mad being stuck here. You’re kind of witnessing staff tidying some cables right in front of you, and your band crush stringing up his guitar in real time. Thomas, who else. Fiddling with his instrument, he’s kind of preoccupied. Man, he’s too cute. You love his tousled hair and cravat. Enter Sandman is playing from the other direction, so more and more people around you start to leave. How you care, you just keep your head turned to the Måneskin stage hoping there’s a chance to interact. But watch what happens next — oh boy.

After Thomas — in full glam gear, that is — rattles down head first from the stage stairs since his heels got caught, but thankfully grabs hold of your arm: Well. Now you do have a chance to chat him up. Sort of like a little meet and greet. Okay, it’s kind of improvised and casual. You saved his neck and those long legs from tangling, he wants to repay you. „Oh— You like my guitar?“ he quips, with his signature sultry bedroom eyes, you know `em. „Hey sure, I can play something for you. I know it’s a bit shabby, but it’s supposed to be like that!“ And he starts plucking away on the fretboard, doing some scales, it all looks pretty impressive. You continue with some banter like hey, it’s supposed to be all chipped-off and rundown. He’s a super sexy rockstar, and practice makes perfect. A used guitar’s a good one. Thomas almost messes up his playing when he hears you call him sexy. „Am I?“ — „Of course! Look at you.“ — „I don’t get that a lot. People call me laid-back or something. You also look really cool.“ Duh, you have Måneskin merch on. Of course you look sick as hell. With the conversation progressing, the two of you sort of trail off backstage, and Thomas asks if you wanna have some licks, too. „Guitar licks or some other licks?“ is what you reply, and he shrugs, looking pretty sheepish right there. „Whatever you choose.“ — „Best of both worlds sounds very good.“

victoria | Dancing up to Victoria at a party feels scarier than it actually turns out to be. Although you’re terrified she’ll reject and flame you, you just give it a try and slowly, very slowly but surely… gyrate those hips in her direction. She smiles at you, she gets on your wavelength, returns the moves. Does she like what you do? Maybe? Is she in the mood? Is she just friendly? Does she laugh because she thinks you look utterly pathetic in front of the queen of the world? She’s Victoria from Måneskin! Hell, you just keep going. You started this, you got your groove on, you can’t chicken out now. The eye contact, it’s everything. That Vic walked up to the party in a hot cowgirl outfit is just too hot to ignore. A drunk and dizzy guy, ill-dressed and foul-mouthed as can be, stumbling in her direction with no seeming breaks on you briefly shove out the way. Not too aggressively, but resolute enough. How dare this smelly fucker interrupt your little mating dance right here. One does not disturb an art performance! Damiano on his best behavior, standing some meters away with his cocktail glass takes care of the rest, cussing the house down like hey you stupid walking can of beer, get out, Victoria is flirting, what’s your problem! Damiano is going absolutely ballistic on this guy, he gets a taste of his own medicine. You’re too infatuated to understand what’s happening, and nobody else cares, anyway. It’s too loud to understand the rest of the verbiage over there.

In the meantime, Vic is buzzing with excitement because her favorite song is suddenly playing at maximum volume. As if it’s a sign from above, you know the lyrics and mouth them. That’s the absolute last straw, baby. „We need to go, we need to go!“ — blink once, Victoria drags you onto the dancefloor without further ado and goes crazy. You’re suddenly wearing her cowgirl hat. So there we are! Everyone knows this lady can headbang, but this is a new level. The beat is pumping like Damiano’s heart when he sees a palette of black eyeshadow. Whatever it is that Victoria’s busting out there, hands going in all directions, you like it. That wild ass moshing almost knocks over people’s drinks in your vicinity. Gladly, a very oblivious Ethan is there to just stand in the way and shield the whole scene with his hunky body-ody-ody, like your personal hired guard. With the entire crowd pushing in all directions and new guests pouring into the room, everything gets tighter and— Well you know. Victoria winds up grinding her ass against you. And not in a shy way. Did you pass away, is this heaven? Did someone slip you an ecstasy pill? This girl is making you go insane by the minute. You never thought Vic would actually reciprocate at all, so… the more you know, and who knows where this might lead, huh.

ethan | Music video filming: Over! Cut! We’re finished. Hustle and bustle everywhere. The producer is already envisioning millions of clicks, money, stocks — and gets on your nerves talking about `EthaNFTs’. Damiano retreated to write down some song lyrics that he doesn’t want to forget on the fly, Vic is eating a big ole hamburger in a diner next door, and Thomas is recording a kind of tiktok challenge around the corner. You arranged all the props that needed to be placed on the current set, and now put them back again. All done, then. You’re amused how the makeup and styling team took off in five seconds flat. Their favorite restaurant in the area had earlier closing times. But Ethan, taking the longest to pack up his drum kit, is now left to his own devices with changing his lace outfit back to casual. If it is casual at all, he’s 24/7 stylish. The sparkly eyeliner gotta stay on then, he has no clue where the wipes are. Just a minute later, you hear him go through a clothing rack in an adjacent room. Oh Jesus, he’s in there naked. Or in his underwear. Shit, the door is only half-closed. In an attempt to look uninvolved, you try to busy yourself picking up a glass of apple juice from the catering service and almost bump into Thomas doing the same thing, actually leaving for the parked tour bus. Departure in fifteen minutes says the driver, back to the hotel.

You can’t get yourself to actually leave just now. The set still isn’t cleared, right. So you’re just standing there, drinking juice, watching the camera crew discuss something about editing. After Ethan’s done, 90’s rock band tanktop on, guess who looks real grumpy. „Tangled mess,“ he complains under his breath, and you can tell it’s the hair, a beehive of heavy product and knots. You step over and offer your aid. After all, you’re staff, too. Ethan’s always in his own world and takes care of his things: Doesn’t mean he will refuse help. Since he can’t find a proper mirror, Ethan `bird’s nest‘ Torchio is more than okay with you brushing out his hair. Hallelujah, he has his own comb with him. He sits down, scrolls through his phone, you do your thing, making small talk at the same time. It’s actually relaxing. And who has sexier hair. You quiz him about his beauty routine while you’re at it, and he says he really takes his time in the bathtub to really work in the shampoo and conditioner. The hair gets too caught in any sink, and the shower is just boring and not so Italiano. You joke about how he should show you. You realize that would also mean… getting in the tub with him, right. Ethan, no stranger to Freudian slips, smoothes over the situation by saying why not take a camera, have you stand outside the tub and try the routine on him, so it’s gonna be a vlog at the hotel. Harmless new Ethan Insta content idea. Okay: Sounds like a plan. Thank you for doing my hair, let’s go to the bus then he says, and you walk next to each other. You always wanted to get to know him a little better.

damiano | Breakfast at the seaside hotel: The two of you already exchanged some vaguely heated glances. Nobody else was there except you, Damiano, and his sexy garter belts. You happened to be the only people in the hall at 5:45 AM, although it all felt really awkward still. That your designated tables were right next to another really did not help with the odd atmosphere. You were surprised to see him with his guard down, actually, even if his get-up screamed confidence and sexuality. Who dons a waist corset and shoulder harness this early in the morning. Walking up to the buffet where he paced around indecisively, you picked up a sandwich yourself. Right after complimenting Damiano’s all violet fashion choice… and just had to make fun of him when his `aesthetic‘ butt plug accessory chain got caught on the leg of the table. Straight-up having him wobble around on his big ass platform boots like a purple flamingo. He even tries to play it off by making a little booty-shaking dance out of it. Courtesy be damned, it’s too frickin’ early in the morning to censor yourself. And he’s the one walking around like he just visited a Dominatrix. So all you said to him was okay, that’s what happens when you put toys in your ass indeed, can’t even walk straight. Going by his unrestrained and bent-over laughter, Damiano enjoys the joke a little too much. This guy is wheezing his soul out. Ten seconds later, the realization hits. Way to go, he’s just clowned himself in front of a stranger he’s been eyefucking with. But the inappropriate humor… sure does something to him.

Back to eating: Even more awkwardly. You’re kind of laughing it off, too, now. But the story’s not over yet. After dropping a plate of scrambled eggs on his satin skirt and opening a sprite that exploded in his face — and onto your sweater, Damiano’s Italian dignity went down the drain entirely. So hey, screw the rest of breakfast, you both direly needed a change of clothing. On your way up to the rooms, someone desperately apologizes with endless what-can-i-do-for-yous. „Hm… I guess I do,“ Damiano clasps his hands behind his back, sort of kicking his dancey legs side to side to the beat of the catchy elevator music. He just looks down at his skirt and smiles all goofy. Is he shy? You just asked him if he really means it when he sings I’ll do whatever you want. Gotta be bold. And quoting his own crazy lyrics back to him when a fitting moment arises is only fair. Since he seems to mean it, you put some heat in your words. „Then, put that plug back in. There’s kids runnin’ around here, you kinky riot girl wannabe!“ — „Oh my God, are you bullying me? You just don’t want me to trip!“ — „Hum, maybe.“ You don’t even know why you’re saying all these things, but very well: See you at lunch then in a new skirt, Mister Damiano David.

read it on ao3

#måneskin #maneskin #maneskin fluff #maneskin smut #maneskin x reader #maneskin x y/n #maneskin x you #ethan torchio #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #damiano x reader #ethan x reader #victoria x reader #thomas x reader #maneskin scenario #maneskin imagine #maneskin drabble #maneskin x gn!reader

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l0standn0tf0und · 2 years

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the seventh part of my favorite fics with Little Beautiful Gorgeous Breathtaking Talented Meow Meow

first part

second part

third part

fourth part

fifth part

sixth part

* - smut

I'll sit here, with my arms wrapped around you, all night

I really do love you (😭the reason of my mental breakdown, such a good work)

the part of me i’ll always need

♡shy boy (everyone, do you hear me? I mean everyone, drop anything you're doing now, and read this one and the one below. because these are pure perfection)

♡prompt 17

♡in need of some extra love

♡let's just cuddle?

♡I'll kiss you again (if every time I re-read this I received a coin, then I would be a millionaire. I'm dead serious, I've re-read it for a shitload of times, this fic deserves all the time in the world to be spent on reading it)

♡love is in the small things

♡fluffy abc (14k of perfect representation of relationships with thomas. 14k of sweetness. 14k of perfectly described temper of thomas. and simply 14k of words that will bring you comfort and calm)

♡all my friends told me you’d break my heart*

♡satin, lace, and other pretty things p.2 & p.3* (these are favorite smut fics ever)

♡the taste of it* (no, I've changed my mind, this! is my favorite smut fic ever)

♡lesson one: it's all about anticipation*

♡lesson four: take matters into your own hands*

♡lesson six: the choice is yours*

♡hacred heart - tainted church* (someone, for the God's sake, call firefighters , this fic is too hot)

♡loosing it (part 1)*

all the love to the authors of all these masterpieces: @cuzimitaliano @eyoricka @tempobrucera @mywritingonlyfans @idyllicbutterfly @writingmaneskin @filthforfriends @oro-e-diamanti ❤️

masterlist

add yourself to my taglist

sweeties from my taglist🥰: @that-one-ma-blog @littlebitchsposts @shadowhuntyi @imjustanerdwholikestoread @britishmoonchild @maneslut @iamtashaquinn @icarodamiano @butkutee @writingmaneskin @theimpossiblehologramtree @little-moonbeam-666 @ilwiwbysmv @cc0le @oro-e-diamanti @inari-zaheer @superchrystaldrug @hiraetheral @que--sera--sera @iosonoarina @idyllicbutterfly @weareoddlydrawn @teenyweenynightghost (feel free and let me know if you wanna be removed from the tag list)

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desiderium333 · 8 months

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Hello, this is me finally rising from the dead after two years.

Due to some personal issues I faced over those 2 years I've decided that now might be the time to continue with this little project of mine.

I am aware that not that much people find Måneskin relevant but I still want to pursue my love and passion for writing via this.

I hope yall understand and will continue to support and follow me and my work.

I shall soon upload my story "For your love" along the taglist and my masterlist.

#damiano david #x y/n #x reader #måneksin #fanfic #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #masterlist #taglist #fluff #angst #update #måneskin #story

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mortyandem · 2 years

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Måneskin Members When You Get Hives

I am so fucking itchy right now, sorry if this is shit. Also yay finally posting some sort of fanfiction/imagine. No smut but this is basically me fantasizing about getting back scratches from four hot Italian rock stars. Is that fluff? Idk.

Damiano David -10/10 will tolerate you rubbing your itchy skin against his hairy thighs for relief. -Wraps you in fuzzy blankets to keep you from scratching yourself. -Goes to the CVS to pick up your medication and brings you home your favorite snacks as well. -Will reassure you when you're a bit embarrassed about having him rub ointment on your hives covered back. -Laughs when he catches you rubbing yourself against wall corners for relief like a bear itching its back against a tree in the forest. -Expect lots of cuddles, kisses and maybe a few reruns of your favorite show. -Obviously, he is going to make you chamomile tea.

Thomas -Super sweet and a bit concerned. -Offers to take you to the doctors if needed. -Attempts to make you dinner but gets distracted and burns everything so he orders takeout instead. -Plays guitar to cheer you up. -Makes silly jokes to cheer you up. -If you have hives on your scalp he agrees to gently brush your scalp with a hairbrush, which offers some relief.

Ethan -Fuck WebMD, this man is all about the peer review and metaanalysis. He is on pubmed right now comparing the effectiveness of 1st, 2nd and 3rd generation antihistamines. -Will make you cold compresses to soothe your hives. -Gives you a disapproving look when he sees you eyeballing the brillo pads next to the kitchen sink. -Stays up late when you can’t fall asleep because you’ve turned into one giant miserable hive. -Prepare for a treat, because he is about to order takeout and you’re both going to watch a marathon of What We Do In the Shadows.

Victoria -If you don’t know why you keep getting hives, she will drag you to a doctor’s appointment to get checked out. -Switches to a hypoallergenic laundry detergent and dumps anything with essential oils in it -Generally speaking, babies you when you’re sick -Of course Chili is there for cuddles and kisses -Loves being big spoon and laying in bed together watching Netflix on your ipad

#måneskin #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin fluff #maneskin imagine #maneskin x y/n #maneskin x reader #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #thomas raggi

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pjisskullourful · 8 months

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👙Ethan/reader

NSFW🚨 nasty smutterific filth ° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert ° If you like my dirty laundry, There's no need for you to clean me- your boyfriend definitely doesnt hate it when you leave your dirty panties lying around the house wordcount::: 5,444 ° commissioned by my baby jace (@wow-ihateithere) 💋 another super fun idea, its always great breaking new ground with you! [requests are open] [but commissions are priority! snatch up the 7th spot in my cue!] ° lyrics stolen from adore delano ° [ITA:] cazzo: fuck

Dustin' off my dirty laundry Get to work if you want wet dreams

That post workout flow of endorphins was gone. You weren’t feeling very energised as you got out of your car, heading for the front door of your flat. The only thing you were interested in was a shower, so ready to get all traces of the sweat accumulated at the gym off of your body.

You were expecting to find Ethan in a similar low-energy mood - your boyfriend had been struggling with jet-lag since getting home from tour last night. You anticipated a night of nothing more adventurous than snuggling, and maybe catching up on the new episodes of Futurama. And you didn’t need anything more than that to be happy.

You unlocked the front door and stepped inside to find only one lamp switched on in the living room. This, coupled with the general absence of noise in your home, led you to thinking that Ethan was asleep. You imagined curling up in the bed beside him, lying your head on his chest because it was far superior to the pillows that had been your only option these past weeks. Your cat, Pluto, was asleep in his typical spot on the coffee table, not even turning his head in your direction.

By the door, you removed your sneakers. Then you set off in the direction of the bedroom. You could see its door was shut, but around its edges a source of light was visible. This didn’t strike you as odd, you figured the door was shut to keep Ethan from being bothered by any potential burst of energy from Pluto (wanting to avoid him tearing into the room with a case of the zoomies).

Before turning the knob, you heard some noises coming from the other side of the door. They were so muffled that you almost didn’t notice them. They were both out of place and familiar at the same time. Your first thought for the source was that Ethan was talking in his sleep (something you had witnessed a couple of times in the year since the beginning of your relationship).

But when you turned the knob and opened the door, you found that Ethan wasn’t asleep. He was sitting upright on your bed, with two parts of his body in motion.

You could now identify those noises as moans, even though they were still somewhat muffled. They were muffled by the piece of fabric that covered his mouth.

He was masturbating - his hand jerking his dick as his pants and briefs sat bunched up around his ankles. With his eyes shut, you were unnoticed as you took a couple of silent steps into the room. You took in all of the details of this scene you had stumbled upon, fascinated in a way that made your cheeks fill with heat. The speed that he was working his dick at made you think that he hadn’t just begun, he was clearly very warmed up (potentially close to his orgasm). Viewing his pure and unashamed arousal was stirring something inside of you, you were no longer only thinking about taking that shower.

Looking at what he held to his nose, you thought there was something familiar about that particular shade of lilac. He kept his nose buried in it, his hand holding steady even through the shaking of his limbs.

You almost gasped when you recognised that piece of material - it was a section of your panties. Specifically, the pair of underwear that you had taken off your body this morning. After removing them you must have left them on the ground by your side of the bed, where the lingerie had gotten Ethan’s attention, as well as getting him hard.

You were thoroughly surprised and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. You weren’t sure how to react, but you knew that you didn’t want to do anything to discourage him.

You licked your lips, questioning if now was the right time to speak, even as you began to talk. “Sweetheart?”

His reaction was immediate, he ripped the underwear away from his face and curled them up tightly in his fist, almost as if he was trying to make them disappear. His hand swiftly left his cock as he scooted across the bed, moving away from you. His face was bright pink, it looked to be hot enough to instantaneously melt an ice-cube. His eyes were wild and you noticed the way he only briefly looked at your face, proceeding to look anywhere but.

“Cazzo, I’m sorry, I’m really- I- shit.” He said breathlessly.

“You don’t have to apologise.�� You soothed. “I feel like I should be the one apologising, ‘cause I interrupted.”

He hadn’t yet decided how he wanted to sit, squirming as he tried to reposition so as to somewhat conceal his cock. “No, it’s fine, it’s- I guess I just lost track of time. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

You keenly smiled at him as you made your way over to the bed. “So, what’cha doin’?”

He looked down, his eyes on the nightstand. “I got a little horny.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He repeated hollowly, he had moved the hand holding the underwear behind himself. But you weren’t about to forget that they were there.

You stopped at the side of the bed. “You decided to have a different kind of workout while I was at the gym, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, you were trying to coax him into looking up at you. You stroked your fingers through the loose strands of hair that were threatening to fall in front of his face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m embarrassed here, love.” He told you. “Look at what you walked in on me doing.”

“So? You’ve walked in on me playing with myself before.”

He shook his head, which he was still holding down. “That’s totally different. You knew that I was coming in. It was part of the seduction, it was planned, it was…” He trailed off with a huff. “And you didn’t just walk in on me masturbating, I was sniffing your dirty panties.”

That made everything crystal clear in your head. There had been a secondary scenario that you had been putting together, seeking out the less obvious explanation. You had wondered if he had taken it upon himself to do some laundry, resulting in the clean lingerie being close at hand when he had needed something to muffle his enthusiastic reactions to the masturbating.

But the situation was exactly as it had first appeared - he had sought out the worn garment, sought out the smell of your cunt as he got himself off.

“And that’s fine.” You said simply.

He looked up at you, an expression of incredulity on his face. “What?”

“What?”

This only served to deepen the furrow in his brow. “No, that’s what I said, you can’t just repeat what I say, that’s not how conversations work.”

“Right.” You said, slowly beginning to make the moves to sit in his lap. When he didn’t deter you in any way, you lowered yourself down and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You were trying your best to make eye contact, even as he continued to act very shy. “It’s okay, really. You have nothing to apologise for and I don’t want you to be embarrassed. I know that it’s easier said than done, but could you give not being embarrassed a try…” You swooped in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “...for me?”

“I guess.” He said. “Truly, you don’t have a problem with this?”

“Why would I?”

“It’s a perverted thing to do, there’s a reason why I was doing it in secret. It’s nasty, it’s- it’s…”

You had taken to stroking your fingers along the back of his neck as you listened to him gathering his thoughts. “Oh, sweetheart, I would have thought that you knew me well enough by now to know that nastiness is fine with me. I’m a fan of it, in fact.”

This earned you what felt like the first substantial eye contact since you had arrived home. You savoured it, the smile that you had been wearing broadened.

“You promise that you’re not repulsed?” He asked earnestly.

“I promise.” You told him immediately. “I’m just surprised and kind of curious.”

He had placed one of his arms around your waist, happy to keep sharing this closeness with you. You were glad that he was no longer trying to run, he had become present and it brought warmth to your heart.

He leaned in a little closer and you could see those hints of stress were gone from his handsome face. “What are you curious about?”

“I can ask…?”

He nodded as he rested his hand high up on your thigh. “You can. I’ll tell you when I don’t wanna answer.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you put extra consideration into what words you were picking. This moment felt fragile and you handled it as such, not wanting to disrespect him in any way. You wanted only positive things to come from this conversation.

“Were you horny before you picked the panties up? Or were they the catalyst?” You asked.

“Catalyst.” He said. “I was getting back into bed from the bathroom and I didn’t even see them, I just stood on them. When I saw what it was, I picked them up. And before I knew what I was doing, I was sniffing them. Then one sniff turned into another, and another and, well you saw how that ended up. The aforementioned nastiness.”

“Wow.” It was all that you could manage to say while your mind was rushed with so many thoughts, and fantasies. You were getting back some of that energy that had dwindled following your workout.

“Yeah, it’s dirty, I know.” He said.

“It’s hot.” You said, asserting what you had been thinking. “You’re saying that I don’t even have to be in the same room as you to get you so turned on that you have to touch yourself… That’s crazy hot, love.”

“Do you think so?”

“Fuck yes!”

He was wearing a small smile and all of his issues with eye contact were seemingly behind him. “What would you think if I told you that this wasn’t my first time doing this?”

“Really?” You asked, your heart beating faster.

“Yeah. It’s not, like, a regular habit or anything. But a couple of times in the past- one time, before we were living together, you left a pair at my place, and smelling them just got me feeling this undeniable way.” He said, with his hand rubbing your thigh. “I don’t know what other questions you have, but what it basically boils down to is I like your scent, like, a lot.”

This was a compliment that you hadn’t realised you needed to hear.

One of your greatest insecurities was how much you sweated. The excessive sweating had come on as a side effect of anxiety meds, prescribed two years ago, and it wasn’t just uncomfortable. It had spurred worries regarding your appearance (you were often regarding yourself as a sweaty mess), especially the way it could disrupt your applied makeup.

Then there were the fears of carrying a terrible odour with you. You had tried every deodorant that promised to stop sweat. You kept a travel-size bottle of perfume in your backpack at all times. You were vigilant, never leaving the house without first taking a thorough shower.

Some people feared public speaking, you were scared to be perceived as smelling bad by anyone at any time. It was like you were always waiting to be ashamed.

You were the one who did the laundry, rejecting Ethan’s offers to take on the chore. Because your dirty clothes were gross. You didn’t want him to have to deal with the unintentionally filthy part of your existence, you always wanted to give him only your best and the embarrassment of your sweating was your secret to keep.

But he had shattered that belief, revealing to you just how much time had been wasted on insecurities. He loved you, even those parts of you that you wished away.

“I guess you could call it a guilty pleasure of mine.” He said.

You turned your body to face his, repositioning a little in his lap. “Maybe my post-gym shower can wait.”

“It definitely can wait.”

You had moved to bring both of your knees to the mattress, resting on either side of him. “Yeah, you can get your fix straight from the source.”

You tilted your head to the side, watching his eyes flutter shut as you leaned in closer. Your lips met, a sharp inhale from him indicating his excitement. You wrapped your arms snugly around him as your mouths worked together, finding the pace to match your desires.

He placed his hands firmly to your back, bringing your chest flush to his. There wasn’t any room for worries, you were too busy sinking into this embrace, with all of its enticing potential.

He manoeuvred his mouth, closing his lips around your lower lip. He gently began to suck on this and you responded by grinding in his lap a little. Moving your hips in a slow circle allowed you to gain the knowledge that he was still erect. This gave you a swell of endorphins, a rush powerful enough to block everything else out.

“Dirty boy…” You moaned, your words only slightly impeded by having him still attached to your lip.

He leaned back with a sigh. “I know.”

You moved your hands to the top of his covered pectorals. “You’re, like, the dirtiest boy.”

“I am.” He said, going along with your teasing.

You pushed, putting some distance between the two of you in favour of getting him flat on his back. Your hands went to the hem of the old T-shirt he had been wearing, you lifted it away from his skin and he assisted in taking it off. You ran your hands along the ridges of his torso as you leaned down. You covered his mouth in kisses, hearing his breathy moans in between.

“You don’t have to hide it from me. Let me get dirty with you.” You said, looking into his soulful eyes.

After stealing another kiss from him, you got up. From a drawer of his bedside table, you pulled out a condom and handed this over to him.

Instead of assisting in its application, you remained standing off to the side of the bed. You started to remove the stretchy clothes that you had worn to the gym, too curious, too turned on to not watch his progress as you did so. You left your clothes on the floor and he got his legs free from the pants and underwear he had still been wearing.

Once naked, he repositioned, moving up to lay his head on the pillow. Expectantly, he kept his eyes on you, waiting for your next move. He was allowing you to set the tone.

And you had plenty of things in mind.

You climbed back onto the bed to climb on top of him. His eyes explored your nakedness as you straddled his hips. His hands caressed up-and-down your sides as you settled on top of him.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You had been expecting only dirty talk from here on. But this wasn’t an unwelcome thing to hear, it brought a smile to your face as you leaned down, getting more kisses from him. “I love you too.”

His hands stroked across your cheeks as he reached up for your hair. “I just want you to know how appreciative I am…” He had that trademark ‘serious Ethan’ look on his face as he looked into your eyes. “You took a moment that I thought was bad, really bad, I felt terrible. But now you’ve totally turned it around, you’ve made it so much better.”

“And I’m not done making it better.” You said.

You kissed him with your heart fluttering in your chest. You were feeling a different kind of motivation, inspired by the collision of lust and love. It was an irresistible cocktail that you indulged in, seeking a deeper kiss.

As your mouths moved together, you sought to satisfy the other desires in you, beginning to work your hips. You kept your thighs tensed as you rolled your hips back, bringing your wet slit to his erection. You shared your arousal with him in this new way, stroking him with your cunt.

He was already so eager and it wasn’t long before he started to move beneath you. His arms were wound so tightly around you as he squirmed, seeking to create friction between you.

You whined on his lips as you began to stretch yourself open on his tip. You eased yourself down and he remained still, allowing you to be in charge of this moment. You moved one of your hands into his hair, wrapping your fingers around some strands as the pressure built up inside of you.

Your pussy gripped him as you got yourself lower, your hips getting closer to his. You swiped your tongue back-and-forth along his upper lip, feeling that familiar shape before you pushed inside. You massaged across the roof of his mouth, experiencing more of his taste.

He was breathless as you pulled away. You shifted your body weight to your knees as you sat up, his arms slipping from around you. He put his hands to your waist as he stared at you. You could see the wildness in his eyes, so much passion waiting to be set free as you steadied yourself.

His hands gripped down, squeezing your ample hips when you started to thrust your hips into him. His mouth fell open and you could feel how much his shaft was throbbing inside of you. More excitement rushed into you with each rock in your developing rhythm.

Unsurprisingly, his sense of restraint wasn’t as prominent as was typical, leading him to moving you into a faster tempo. He didn’t hold back from snapping his hips into you, his swollen balls slapping on your ass as he strived to satisfy the desperation built up inside of him. You squeezed your thighs tighter against him, intending to stick with him as you reached that next level of pleasure.

The sensations swarming your body only grew more powerful, infusing your movements with a sense of greed as you continued to meet his every jerk. Shutting your eyes, you listened to his every failed attempt to catch his breath punctuated by his ecstatic whimpers.

His hands squeezed you tighter, trimmed fingernails digging into your skin as he got faster again. His hungry pumps came in, getting you closer to the peak with this exciting massage.

As his hips stuttered and moved unpredictably, you knew that he was on the verge of capturing his climax. You writhed with him, trying to stay as consistent as possible. His whines were getting louder, and with absolutely nothing to cover his mouth this time around, you were able to hear exactly what you were doing to him.

With his back arched, he could stroke deeper into you. You were getting short on breath and in the darkness of your shut eyes, you were seeing stars blooming to life.

“Oh, love- ah, unf…” He moaned in response to your continued grinding.

His tensed body shot up, recklessly colliding into you one final time. Your nerves were on fire at the feeling of having him at your sweet spot. But the delicious pressure here was short-lived.

He rocked back as he began to disappear into his orgasm. His hands released on you and he was falling out of anything that resembled a rhythm. Gasping for air, he got lost in it all.

Despite the tension that possessed your body, begging to be resolved, you stilled yourself. You gave him a pause to come back from that intense high. You looked down to where he lay, one arm placed over his eyes as he worked at catching his breath. He had unravelled for you, stuck with the after-effects of that for the moment.

You waited, your eyes on him as you remained committed to this elevated state. You watched the rhythmic, predictable rise-and-fall of his chest.

You didn’t know how much time had passed. But you knew that you were ready to go when he uncovered his eyes, looking at you. You licked your lips and ran one of your hands up his torso. Eagerly, your inner-walls fluttered as you amused yourself by drawing a circle around one of his nipples.

You tested what he would let you get away with, giving your hips a little roll. He didn’t give any indication that your energy was in the wrong place, tilting his pelvis for you as a determined look came onto his face. He picked up your hand and brought it up to his face. He started to tenderly place kisses upon each fingertip as you moved in another experimental rock. Then another, and another, and another, all the while his lips moved across your fingers.

With each thrust feeling better than the last, you were soon finding your rhythm again. It felt so good to get back to moving properly and from your pussy, new sensitivities were stroked to life.

He began to suck on two of your fingers as you drove into him harder. You were holding back less as you enjoyed the way that your body was reacting more.

Losing your composure was absolutely effortless and you slumped forward, more of your body weight crashing down onto him. You grabbed for the head of the bed for some more support as you kept the power in your thrusts.

“Fuck, yes.” You moaned, delighted by the increase of friction between your bodies.

“You feel so incredible.” He said of your keenly-clenching walls.

He put a hand to the small of your back, moving his body with you to increase the impact of every collision. The two of you worked for that mutual goal and you could feel that spectacular peak getting closer.

You plunged yourself down harder and felt the reward of him at your sweet spot. Your body tensed as your heart launched itself into your throat. You reached your hand into his hair, grasping some of the long strands to your sweaty palm as you craved more of that magic.

“Make me come, slut.” You ordered him, giving his hair a little tug.

You fucked into him quicker, bouncing yourself into a frenzy as you lost yourself in the need. Your heart pounded as the intensity only grew, overwhelming everything else.

Short on breath again, he let out a loud moan. “Fuck. I think- oh, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yes.” You were thrilled by the idea of it.

Your gut tightened and there were even more stars in your eyes now. You gave him your best jolts as your inner-walls spasmed wildly.

Your jaw dropped open as the magnificent climax took you over. You rode him through the peak, with him following you into his own orgasm. You savoured the feeling of becoming complete with him.

The adrenaline couldn’t get any higher and your body went limp, crumpling in the aftermath. You splayed out on the bed with him. His hand grabbed for yours, the connection remaining intact as your fingers interlaced.

He rolled over until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. He pressed his face against the side of your neck as you each quietly moved through your states of afterglow.

“Oh, love.” You said with a sigh. “Don’t you see how much better it is when we get dirty together?”

He chuckled. “Truly superior. You’re so right.”

“Ooh, I do love it when you say that.” You said, rolling onto your side so that you could be face-to-face. “But do you know what I love hearing even more?”

His eyes were sparkling as they looked into yours. “I love you.”

“That’s right.” You said. “And I love you too.”

As he began to kiss you, you draped your arms around him. Your bodies moved closer and your limbs slipped into those familiar holds - the perfect embrace coming to the two of you naturally after so much practice. This moment was blissful in its simplicity.

“You really have no idea how relieved I am.” He said. “I thought this would be a secret I would just always have to hide from you, like a kid sneaking out to try booze behind their parents’ back.”

You had begun to push his hair back from his face. “I don’t know why you were so worried. Have I ever done anything to make you feel like I’m some sort of prude?”

“No, no way. But you never know how well someone is gonna respond to those kinkier, dirtier parts of you. I don’t think that’s the kind of thing many people would be happy to come home to.” He said.

“Well I’m happy to come home to it, very happy.” You said. “Imagine if you were the opposite and you had a bitch fit over me leaving my clothes everywhere. But you want them all over the place.”

“Damn straight.”

You sat up out of the embrace, moving until you could reach over the side of the bed. “What about these?” You asked as you picked up the pair of underwear that you had worn to the gym. They had been selected for comfort, far from the cutest pair that you owned. “Are they to your liking?”

He chuckled, taking the underwear from you. “It’s hardly a sophisticated palate that I’ve got. If it smells like your pussy then I’ll like it.”

You noticed that he wasn’t raising the lingerie to his nose, instead holding it at a respectful distance. “Sniff them.”

“Huh?”

You laid down, nice and close to him again. “Show me how you do it, dirty boy.”

“You want me to just…? Alright.”

His eyes left your face, going to the black underwear as he moved them around in his hands, seemingly looking for the section he wanted to smell first. He got to the crotch and spread it out with his index fingers. With the fabric pulled taut, he now lifted it up to his nostrils. He took a deep inhale, getting a proper sample.

“Yeah, that’s the good pussy.” He said, wearing a cheeky smile.

“I’m glad you like them.”

“No. It’s not just like, it’s love.” He said, giving the garment more sniffs.

You were rubbing his ankle with your foot. “I still feel bad for interrupting because you clearly weren’t finished.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely forgiven you.” He said.

“You should keep sniffing, get your fix.” You encouraged. “Enjoy it while it’s hot off the press.”

The look on his face hinted at him knowing that you were up to something. But he went along with your suggestion instead of raising any questions. He kept the underwear close to his face, the tip of his nose almost touching the fabric.

You put your hand to the centre of his chest, feeling how warm his skin was. At first, you were just stroking your hand up-and-down, letting your fingers trail. Then you were applying pressure, giving him a push until he got the hint and rolled onto his back.

Above your underwear, his eyes were sparkling as he watched you. You sought out a new position, placing yourself on top of him, but lower down now. His legs were covered by your body and you started to trace your fingertips along the ridges of his Adonis belt.

“Are you getting all worked up over those panties?” You asked.

“It’s hard not to.” He said. “Your panties are inherently great. They’re so cute and sexy. You look fantastic in them and when you take them off, you leave behind the best scent, without even trying. They’re really unmatched.”

You peeled the sleeve of latex off his cock, seeing the skin glisten in the light cast by the lamp. Looking up at him, you found that his eyes were still glued to you, not wanting to miss a single thing.

“Maybe next time you’re getting ready to go out on tour, I should take a more active role in helping you pack.” You said and you could see how tightly he had begun to hold the underwear. You got your mouth right up next to his dick, letting him feel the warm air that came with your every word. “I could sneak in my dirty panties and give my boy something to remind him of me when he jerks off.”

“Please.” It seemed that he couldn’t get his voice above a strained whisper.

“Sniffing my panties while we’re having phone sex, that would be the next best thing to having me there to fuck.” You said.

He didn’t have anything to say in response to this. His chest was rising-and-falling quicker than before as he watched. You brought your lips to the tensed tip of his cock, placing a kiss here.

But you didn’t let this become the centre of your focus. You moved towards the base of his shaft and used your tongue to clean up some of the expelled cum. You saw him twitch as you moved your tongue, collecting more of his essence. His unique taste coated your tongue as you worked slowly and thoroughly.

You stroked your way up, saving his head for once the rest of the shaft had been cleaned. You paused to take a breath, your eyes moving back up to his face. He had lifted his head from the pillow in his eagerness to see what you would do next. His nose and mouth had disappeared as he continued to grasp the panties to his face.

You trained the tip of your tongue down to his cock’s head, hearing his sharp inhale as contact was made. You flitted your tongue quickly back-and-forth, stimulating him at this sensitive point, amused by the way this made him squirm under you.

Then you placed your lips around the head and used your tongue in longer swipes, properly collecting the moisture beaded here. You felt his legs shift, potentially a symptom of him trying to hold back. You began to swirl your tongue.

You relaxed your lips to move down lower, his cock rubbing against your tongue as you took more of him into your mouth.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His words were thoroughly muffled by the panties as he readjusted under you, starting to arch his back.

Setting your lips in position, you worked yourself up-and-down his shaft. You applied your tongue to him as well, using this as the chaser to your strokes. You wrapped your fingers around his thigh, helping to brace yourself as you set into a rhythm.

“Please don’t stop.” He said in a little whine.

You moved quicker, taking him deeper in the process. You used your free hand to steady him, holding him close to the base. Your pacing was consistent as you anticipated that feeling of him unloading in your mouth, that feeling of his cum surging to splash into your mouth.

His shifting and squirming developed into jerking, with him no longer holding back. He began to match your speed, letting you feel just how hungry you had gotten him. His chest swelled as he glided against your firm tongue. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on the task of keeping up with him.

With a whimper, he rocked up, then froze, launched into the warmth of your mouth. Then you gained your reward, ropes of his cum shooting out to coat the inside of your mouth. He was breathless as he captured this brand new orgasm and you kept sucking, letting him fully enjoy this triumph.

Slowly, he peeled back from you, his cock sliding over your slicked lips. He returned his body to the bed, weakened by this latest release. You were swallowing as you sat up. You noticed that the panties remained over his nose, despite how he had moved his hands away.

“Fuck…” He gasped before he began to laugh breathlessly. “That was so much, so much. Literally, I think I’m gonna need to pass out for about a day to recover from all of that.”

“I hope you remember this the next time you think of keeping any kind of secret from me, love.” You said.

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Poetry Dies Last

Pairing: Thomas x Reader; Thomas x Reader x Ethan Summary: Thomas can’t quite believe his eyes when he sees you fifteen years after the last time. And then he's waiting. Wordcount: 3.4k Warning(s): 3k of sadness, alternative ending to All my friends and Let the devil (can be read without the other ones but then you’re missing the happy end) A/N: @maneskings Thanks for loving this story as much as you do <3

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Thomas’ seven days of heaven and hell began on a Saturday.

Someone I loved once gave me a box of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.¹

Thomas reads it again. And again. And again, again, again, again.

Handwritten into one of Ethan’s notebooks he found in a box hidden away. A box his partner told him to clear out as she explained to him that it would be nice to use the space for something else as if it would and should be the easiest thing in the world for him. Space for something else than his personal baggage, he thinks.

The whole morning, he went through Ethan’s scribbles while she was sleeping on the couch with their dog only a few steps away. Peacefully slumbering while Thomas went into turmoil. He knows better, he shouldn’t lurk through Ethan’s thoughts or go through his notebooks, he should give them back to him but he can’t help himself.

The Mary Oliver quote he reads over and over again was written by you. He wonders if you knew how this would end when writing it.

We’re under the same moon and I’m sick with that knowing.²

Ethan wrote it under your quote. He feels sick, and still he wants to go somewhere he hasn’t been for years. Thomas still thinks about you and him with such intensity he worries it became his daily prayer.

She’s still on the couch when he puts the box full of knick knacks away.

“I’m going to the beach.”

“Let’s take the dog,” she yawns, “And go to the beach then.”

“Sure.” It’s not what he wanted, he wanted to go alone, have time for himself and indulge in memories - the past. Doesn’t look like he’ll have the chance for that now.

She is sitting next to him on the passenger seat, her hand on his thigh. The drive is quiet - no words being spoken. There’s only music coming from the speakers he wouldn’t have chosen himself, some noises coming from the dog. He feels like he has to get out of this car before he slows it down.

At the beach he gets a beer and some fries as he did so often. Sharing his beer with Ethan and sharing his fries with you. Days and nights full of laughter, sand everywhere, and the far away thought that the year is already over when the summer begins. The other thought that he’s still with the people he loves. Now he just looks at the sea, how the water laps against the shore. Nipping on his beer. Just one hand in his lap, his dog walking around them.

Two figures are on the horizon but otherwise this part of the beach is empty this time of the day. They have a dog with them as well. He sighs and prepares himself to leash his dog and for a lot of barking.

“Come here, Cinnamon.” He already takes the leash, pets her head and pleads with her. “No barking and jumping people today, okay? Please.”

His partner laughs next to him, loud and freely, he smiles.

The figures are holding hands and one of them is whistling for the dog that comes closer and closer, Cinnamon happily wagging her tail, ready to jump already. But the other dog changes direction, running away from them again. And then there’s a laugh. A laugh that has his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. The fierceness of his own feelings sets him aflame. There’s too many feelings he can’t shake off. It’s your laugh he hears and for a moment he thinks he deluded himself into making up the voice in his head just to feel closer to you again. But there’s a red umbrella with yellow sprinkles that he thought he had misplaced years ago in a hand that isn’t yours before he sees your face and how you’re holding hands with someone that isn’t him.

“Bagel, no.” Your voice is ringing in his ears and Thomas has to close his eyes before he can’t take them off you. There’s a smile around your lips, the guy next to you looks like someone he would have tried to befriend if things would be different. “I assure you these people have no food but I have treats. Sit.”

“I wish Cinnamon would do that and listen sometimes.”

He just hums in agreement. When you look at him Thomas’ whole world stops for a few seconds. He waves - just to see if you react but you don’t wave back and for the last moment you look at him he asks himself if you might have forgotten him entirely. You look ahead and he slowly lets his arm sink down. Cinnamon licks his hand before she walks away. Love is humiliating, he thinks, and wonders if the person next to him sometimes thinks the same.

“Someone you know?”

“I must have mistaken them for someone I used to know.”

He didn’t. He is sure. And when he sees a new DM on Instagram, a photo of you smiling at him, he is certain. You unfollowed him years ago, he did the same but somehow he always came back to check on you. Love in the age of followers, always reminded of each other somehow.

Are you happy?

It has been 15 years. A lifetime away, so long ago. Still seeing you walking along the beach, hand in hand with someone else, a dog running around your legs, breaks Thomas' heart. Again. Over, and over, and over, and over.

The Ouroboros ring is still on his middle finger, like it was all these years ago. There's another ring on his ring finger, glistening in the sun. After all the ring he turns to when he's nervous, when he doesn't know what to do with his hands, he reaches for the one around his neck. It was a promise. Never quite broken, but never fulfilled.

Thomas reaches for it now. His hand still shaking, he wishes you would have looked at him longer, just for a little longer. A second, a minute, just a moment longer. A moment that would have felt like another lifetime. He was close to following you, leaving everything else behind. His dog trudges over, licks his knee, and lays down in his lap - always knowing when he's about to break. There's a hand on his other knee.

Nothing lasts. There is a graveyard where everything I am talking about is, now. I stood there once, on the green grass, scattering flowers.³

He has read those lines once. In one of Ethan's poetry collections, or maybe Ethan read them to him. Thomas has to think about it now, nothing lasts, and everything five feet under. Him, Ethan, you, everything said and everything locked away.

Happy? He isn't happy, he hasn't been in a while. That was a lifetime ago.

He doesn’t know what you expect the answer to be, if you even want to hear the truth.

No.

He types and sends it off.

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When he drives back to the beach on Sunday, this time alone, he is hopeful. It should scare him but he can’t remember when he felt this much hope flooding through his veins and his mind the last time. The windows are down, wind in his hair and he put Led Zeppelin on, so loud that he can’t hear himself hum to the melody.

He gets his fries and his beer. For a second he thought about asking Ethan to join him, even just for the feeling to not be alone. He didn’t ask, he didn’t say anything, Ethan’s notebooks still in the box at the same spot in the house he made himself a home out of.

But he lets his mind wander back in time. To the times where you and him were watching the sun. When you leaned your head against his shoulder. When you would eat your fries, laugh and tell him from your week. To the times Ethan was there, how Ethan kissed his neck and you kissed his face. To when you went skinny dipping, Thomas splashing Ethan’s face and Ethan dunking him under water in turn and him only feeling safe because your hands never left his body until he resurfaced and he had to cough. But before he could get mad there was always someone to kiss him.

He’s waiting. Waiting for you to appear out of nowhere, to step in his life again like you did the day before. You don’t show up, there’s no answer from you, nothing that would even suggest that you even saw him yesterday.

Thomas would like to stay but he promised to be somewhere else this evening and he can’t wait any longer. He promised Ethan something a while ago and he is sure that everyone else thinks that he has forgotten about it just after saying it.

“You made it.” Vic smiles at him when he sits down on the seat between her and Damiano. Damiano smiles at him as if he knows something no one else does but isn’t saying anything. As expected of him he claps when Ethan is called on the stage and sits down but when he is the only one still doing so Vic elbows him in the ribs slightly.

“Sorry.”

Vic dismisses it with a hand gesture. The whispering from the audience is dying down and only then Ethan begins to speak, book in his lap, glasses on his nose. There’s no introduction, no hello or pleasantries. He just opens the book and starts reading.

“For the ceiling full of stars.”

Thomas’ hands shake and he clutches to his own thighs. His head spins and he only hears scraps of what is being said.

“Explain the children of the world that they should stop growing If there's one thing no one needs, it's more people who hate themselves.”

He knows he will start crying in a second, Vic takes his hand and he’s afraid to crush it.

“And then explain to the lovers, the constant pain of endless searching And if the tears bother us, explain that they are always part of it.”

There are tears rolling down his cheeks, Vic isn’t letting go of his hand and Damiano hands him a tissue as if he came prepared. The rest of the reading he tries to breathe, his vision blurred from tears. He can’t wait to get out of here, this room, away from people, away from all the words that sting and away from Ethan. But Victoria isn’t letting go of him, even when they are standing up. There are tears drying on his cheek while he watches how Ethan’s boyfriend goes to him, hugs him and presses a chaste kiss to his lips, Damiano puts his arm around him, and Ethan looks at him. Thomas’ eyes are closed when Ethan comes to him, he’s sure he makes a pathetic noise when Ethan wipes a stray tear away from his cheek with his thumb, kisses him on the forehead, and then he hugs him. Slowly Thomas lets go of Vic’s hand and his nails are digging into Ethan’s back. Ethan gives him the book he read out of earlier on stage.

Poetry Dies Last - Ethan Torchio

When he looks over Ethan’s shoulder he can see how Ethan’s boyfriend looks at him sceptically.

But he comes over and gives him a quick hug as well, his voice dangerously close to his ear: “I don’t like it but I guess I have to live with you.”

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Monday afternoon he takes Cinnamon and leaves the house without saying a word and a drive later he finds himself at the beach again.

He waits, again. There’s hope that he can’t quite explain, he’s haunted with it. There’s love he hasn’t felt in a while somewhere under all the pain. He’s only going backwards it seems. Cinnamon next to him howls at the waves when she thinks they are coming too close to him.

You don’t come to see him.

His bare feet are resting in the sand that is cooling down from the heat of the day.

There’s something Ethan quoted once he has to think about: I want nothing. I just want the emptiness to mean something.⁴

Thomas thinks he still knows how ice cream tastes off your lips.

.#####.

Tuesday he’s back in the same spot. He stays longer this time, darkness engulfing him. He’s alone this time but he can see the lights of a small port somewhere in the distance.

Even when you don’t come he knows the lights will still always be there. Somewhere far away but still there for him to see. He would like to know what you’re up to, how you’re doing, where you are. If your dog is in your lap. He wanted to have forgotten you by now but he’s still sitting at your beach waiting for you.

It’s easier during the day, when it’s light outside. But now it’s dark and the sea is whispering your name. He wonders if you’re still thinking about him like he thinks about you but he’s certain that you’re far from that. The only thing he ever wanted was someone to see the mess he is and despite everything find him worthy to be loved. You and Ethan to love him anyway.

It pains him how much he thinks about you. How much seeing you turned his world upside down again.

Thomas lights himself a cigarette. A cigarette he stole from Ethan earlier in the day, an old habit resurfacing again. The first drag of the cigarette feels and tastes weird on his tongue but by the third it feels pleasant. He hasn’t smoked in five years. Something his new partner encouraged and wanted, and he just gave in. Too many bad memories of people handling him without care, too scared that love turns into something else.

The lights are brighter than he remembers. And you're gone, forgetting him and kissing someone somewhere else.

.#####.

Early on Wednesday before she even wakes up, he takes Cinnamon and drives back to the beach. Maybe, that little bit of hope tells him, he’s only there at the wrong time. He gets himself breakfast and a coffee, planning to get his beer and his fries later in the day. The dog jumps around his legs when they’re walking along the shoreline. Running after a toy he throws and bringing it back to him, jumping up to encourage him to run with her.

He’s out of breath when he sits down but he has a small smile on his face. It slowly drops off his face when there’s a new text on his phone.

Where are you? Are you ok?

He thinks about his new relationship, that he changed. That he’s bored with everything and has a boring life with boring sex which feels more like a chore than a blessing and with a relationship that only gives him the feeling to not be alone. He still has his bar that brings him joy and playing live which he always loved the most in his life but everyone around him moved on.

Sometimes Vic would sit next to him, head on his shoulder, and say: “I know you grew up but … I miss my Thom.”

He doesn’t want to be that person, boring, bitter and closed off. And he isn’t, he can’t. He can’t let people from the past win over him like this. People who hurt him, people who scared him, people who abused him. Thomas learned that he has to let certain things go, that they are weighing on him too heavily but he still can’t let go of everything. The sand of the beach passes through his fingers. Maybe the longing for something more is his way of surviving.

Thomas would smile one of his silly smiles. But Vic would elbow him and tell him not to fake it. Not for her. He would feel bad about it for a few moments and Vic would manage to put Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide on, take his hand and dance around with him wherever they were.

On these days he would be himself, feel like he was still 21. Go party with Vic during the night, drink, dance on tables, feel free and like how it’s supposed to be. He would come home late or rather early in the morning, would lay down next to her and think about how much he misses your warmth and Ethan’s lips that would press against his neck.

When he comes back home during the depths of the night he takes the notebook out of the box again.

“I exist in two places, here and where you are.”⁵

He feels exactly like this quote you wrote down in Ethan’s and your collection of poetry quotes years ago. He wonders if you were thinking about him then.

.#####.

He takes Ethan’s poetry book he pressed into Thomas’ sweaty hands the other day. It’s already Thursday but he still goes back to the beach, she looks at him worried when he takes his keys.

He was never an avid reader, the complete opposite to Ethan, but he wants to know what has been written even when the tears will drip down onto the pages later.

For: The ceiling full of stars.

There’s a handwritten note Ethan wrote on the page in red ink.

“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.” - Unknown

Hearts are so easily broken. And I’m sorry, I still go to bed in one of your old t-shirts you forgot at mine sometimes. There’s still songs I put on playlists for you. Playlists full of songs I like because you loved them first. Everything sticks with you in certain ways even if the people don’t and people feel about you the same. I can’t make it sound poetic but the door will always be open if you ever feel like coming home.

Ethan

He didn’t expect the tears to come so easily or so fast but they are. It meant something is the only thing he can think about.

He’s a shaking mess when he turns to the last page hours later.

I love(d) quite passionately, and always with a hint of tragedy.⁶

He almost skips the acknowledgement segment at the end of the book. But his name being first on the page catches his eye. Yours right under his makes his stomach turn.

We could have been okay.

And only then there’s Vic and Damiano getting their thanks.

He’s still sitting in the sand and hoping. It’s time to get his cold beer and fries that are dripping with grease. On the way he thinks about the time Vic told him that she saw you, breaking down in her arms, when he left for Los Angeles with a person that wasn’t good for him and he noticed too late, everyone did. How Vic told him only years later, he thought he wouldn’t forgive her but the one he can’t forgive is only himself.

He wishes he wouldn’t have turned around that day, that maybe he wouldn’t have moved, that things would be different now.

The thought that Vic was right, she’ll break your heart, Thomas. How he has been to hell and back and how he would still say it was wonderful.

.#####.

It feels unreal that it is already Friday again. It’s almost a week since he has seen you. His guitar is on his lap.

This morning he gave her a kiss and she smiled at him. Tired but happy to still have him there. He felt exhausted. Exhausted from looking for something from someone he knows can’t give him what he needs. Deep down he knows she’s hurting too but she still makes him breakfast and sends him off with another kiss.

“Is he okay?”

He hears Damiano ask. And he hears Vic’s worried voice too. They talk about him as if he isn’t there.

“I think he saw her,” Ethan says, “he mentioned something the other day.”

Later he leaves without saying goodbye, only taking the pack of cigarettes out of Ethan’s leather jacket. He wonders if Ethan knows that he started again, or if she can smell it on him when he comes home and lays down next to her in bed.

And then he's back at the beach. He took the notebook with him and his guitar. He has his beer and his fries and the taste of cigarettes that feels comforting to him in a way he doesn’t understand. He flicks through the pages thinking that it might inspire something heart-wrenching in him.

“And I’ll never see you again, if I can help it In five years, I hope the songs feel like covers Dedicated to new lovers”⁷

They don’t and when he picks up his guitar later, he still thinks about you instead of the woman waiting for him in his bed.

There’s a ripped out page in the notebook and Thomas swears to himself that tomorrow is the last day he will wait.

.#####.

It’s Saturday, the sun is about to go under. His bottle of beer is empty, fries are eaten and he knows he should go home, leave this place behind once again.

Thomas sees your naked feet in the sand when he wants to give up, sandals in your hand, before he sees into your face.

“Hi.”

“You came.”

“Yes, did you wait?”

“Hope was stronger than not coming back, I guess.” You nod and then you sit down, next to him, close to him. Like he dreamt of every night this week. He looks down and takes his empties. “I have to get something, will you wait?”

Another nod.

Thomas goes to get another beer, more fries and a Sprite for you. There’s six cans of Sprite in his fridge from this week, just because he knows it would have been your drink of choice on a warm day while he can’t stand the taste. For some reason he didn’t take one earlier.

The guy looks at him annoyed: “Only drinks, sorry, I am already closed.”

“Please!” He fishes a 50 euro note out of his wallet.

“Give me ten minutes.” There’s a sigh and a slight shake of the head but the guy still takes his money. “Some large fries with ketchup and mayo, a beer, and … A sprite?”

Thomas nods. He’s nervous. Nervous that you’re gone before he’s back, that you already left, that you realised you made a mistake coming to see him. But when he’s coming back you’re still sitting where he left you. He sits down next to you in the sand and he hands you the fries and the can of Sprite.

“Thank you,” you say.

“For old times sake,” he says and you put your head down on his shoulder. It’s a little bit heartbreaking. A sentiment reserved for old lovers. For something that used to be but isn’t making it any smaller.

He takes a swig of his beer. It feels like you never have been strangers, not even for a second, it feels like you have been here with him for the whole way.

“I miss you!”

“I miss you too,” you say, “both of you.”

“It’s too late … right?” He has to ask even when he knows what the answer is and that he doesn’t want to hear any of it.

You twist the ring on your finger. It’s your wedding anniversary, you shouldn’t be here.

“Yes.”

Six years - he’s six years too late.

“We could just stay here.” He says regardless. “We could just leave, move somewhere close to the ocean and we could just live.”

He knows he’s building castles out of sand but he doesn’t want to stop, not for the moment.

“Sounds like a dream.”

“Can we just disappear?”

You’re holding his hand and your voice sounds tired: "Stop giving me always just that little bit of hope to stay. It hurts so much more, Thomas."

“We could just stay here.”

You aren’t letting go of his hand, you’re still holding it in yours. Maybe there are only endings after the first, everything ends because nothing is endless. Your head is still on his shoulders, he smokes, there’s tears again. And so many memories between you.

“I’m glad you’re in Rome.”

“There’s a reason why Rome rhymes with home.”

You laugh at his stupid joke, like you always did.

“I want you to be happy, Thom.”

“It meant something, right?”

You sit up and you move the hand that isn’t holding his to his cheek.

“It meant something, caro. Of course it did.”

Thomas doesn’t expect it and he can’t stop the whimper falling from his lips when you kiss him. He tastes like years ago. But you can’t shake the feeling that he tastes bitter underneath all the sweetness, the promises and the cigarette smoke. Under the surface it’s bitterness and lost chances. Another lifetime. It doesn’t stop you from leaning in to him and to deepen the kiss for how long it takes.

“I will stay,” Thomas says. Still a little breathless.

“I’ll leave,” you say, “And, Thomas? I love you. I’ll have to live with that. And you’ll have to make peace with everything else.”

“I wish it would be different.”

“I know,” you get up - there’s a last kiss to his lips and one to his cheek. A thumb that wipes a tear away once again. “Say hi to Ethan from me when you see him.”

And then you leave. Leaving him in the sand with castles he made out of air. And a ripped out page that has seen better days.

“Maybe I’ll see you in another life If this one wasn’t enough So much time on the other side”⁸

Is what you have written down. And when he turns it he sees Ethan’s handwriting.

“Missing and silence. Isn’t that enough?”

He could just walk into the water. Wait for everything to go black. And maybe someone would kiss him again. Like all those years ago, after the feeling of drowning. Someone laughing next to him.

He could and that scares him the most but he just sits there in silence.

“Thank you for stopping by all those years ago and for tonight.”

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END.

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For everyone who needs the real and actual happy ending now here you go: “All my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

Let the devil be my witness

Add yourself to my taglist. / Masterlist

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Poetry & lyrics used:

¹ The Uses of Sorrow | Mary Oliver

² Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart | Steven Espada Dawson

³ Flare | Mary Oliver

⁴ The Complete Short Stories (Scribner, 1987) | Ernest Hemingway

⁵ Selected Poems, 1965-1975 | Margaret Atwood

⁶ Not a direct quote but inspired by this clearly: Letters to Sartre | Simone de Beauvoir

⁷ Night Shift Lucy Dacus

⁸ How Big, How Blue, How Beatiful | Florence + The Machine

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Brividi - An Ethan Torchio Blurb

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x Fem!Reader

Summary: What happens when two people love each other very deeply but can't love each other the right way?

Warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and smoking

Words: 1.8k

A/N: This was requested a while back by my dear @maneskings💞

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Whenever the two of you existed in the same space, you tended to tune out everyone and everything. Even when you didn’t try to.

It happened like in the movies, time and time again - when the lens would focus on something very specific and everything else would just fade into the background. That’s what happened whenever the two of you met and all of the background noise, all of the unnecessary overwhelm just disappeared.

Calmness washing over you again and again. A haven.

“You are doing it again.” Vic nudged you in the side playfully.

“Doing what?” You looked at her confused from the sudden snap back to reality

“Pretending no one else exists when he enters the room.”

“It’s not intentional.” Redness rose to your cheeks and it made your friend chuckle.

“I am not saying it is, I am saying that I am watching a real life romcom and you two need to figure it out.”

“There is nothing to be figured out, Vic.”

“Did you two get together and tell no one?”

“No.”

“Then there is something to be figured out!”

“You just love to play the matchmaker, don’t you?”

“No, I love helping my loved ones see that they are made for one another.”

Your eyes found him on the opposite side of the room, deep in conversation with Thomas. Victoria’s words had given you chills and you were glad for the long sleeves that could hide the goosebumps on your skin.

“It’s wishful thinking, Vic. Things don’t work out like that in real life. This is not some fairytale where you have someone made just for you.” Your eyes filled with tears and you excused yourself before Victoria could say something and just push you over the brink.

“You’re pining again.” Thomas nudged Ethan carefully.

“I am not.”

“Try to fool someone who hasn’t spent so much time with you, please.” Thomas chuckled. He found it both funny and a bit heartbreaking to see you both pining for each other and yet neither of you had the courage to follow your heart and just talk to the other person and figure things out.

“I am not trying to fool you. My feelings are my own to deal with. Y/N didn’t sign up for this.”

“Y/N didn’t sign up for what?” Vic walked over to Thomas and Ethan. Ethan looked immediately behind her, searching for you but you weren’t there.

“You’re meddling again, aren’t you?” Ethan looked to his other best friend.

“You are the second person tonight to accuse me of this.” Vic looked scandalised.

“If the shoe fits…” Thomas chuckled and Vic nudged him in the ribs.

“Where did Y/N go?” Ethan took a step closer to Vic.

“I think she went outside. We were talking and she just left. You two really need to talk things out.”

“I’ll go check on Y/N. Please stop meddling.”

There was a slight breeze but the night was beautiful. You could hear the noise of the lively streets of Rome and it felt magical to be both so close to all that but also slightly detached from it - a quiet observer of so many stories.

He stood for a moment on the doorstep and watched you before reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. The faint click of the lighter made you look over your shoulder before you turned around, realising it’s him.

“What are you thinking about?” He shrugged off his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

“It would be blissful if it was just one thing clouding my mind.” It was a sad attempt of a joke but that’s how your jokes rolled - mix a bit of the real thing in it.

“Let’s unpack then. Unless you want me to fuck off, of course?”

“Ethan Torchio, if I ever tell you to fuck off, that person wouldn’t be me. It would only be someone pretending to be me.”

That made him laugh, which in turn made you smile. Getting him to laugh was one of your favourite pass times.

“You are my favourite person in the whole world, you know that?” He put a kiss on your temple. He was sure it wasn’t the alcohol giving him liquid courage, it was time to face the music, to be brave, to be honest with his favourite person and see where it took him. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe it would all work out.

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Eth, you are drunk.” You managed after a moment.

“I am not. You are my favourite person.”

“Ethan, please.” The tears surfaced again.

The words were bubbling under your skin, screaming to be let out. Every atom in your body wanted to tell him how you felt. Everything that made you you said that this made sense. You and him. Him and you.

But you couldn’t do this to him. You couldn’t give him this love. Or maybe he couldn’t give you this love.

You searched for the sincerity in his eyes. You could see pain slowly appearing there. He could feel the rejection.

“Y/N… I know you didn’t sign up for this when we met.”

“Ethan, you don’t want this.” You put your hand over his heart and felt it race beneath your fingers.

“How do you know what I want?” He challenged.

“I know. Right now you might think that this will bring you comfort. Because you’ve known me for so long, because there will be no awkward stage. Maybe the sex will be good too. But before we know it the friendship will be gone and everything else will be too. You will be gone working and I will bury myself in work trying not to think about how my life is going by and you are not there for us to experience it together.”

He was speechless, the scenarios you had listed all going through his mind as his heart grew heavier and heavier.

“You want a cheerleader and that’s fine. You want someone to show up for you and applaud you and support you, and I am more than happy to be that for you. The difference between us is that you want just that. I want to build something more.”

“Y/N, I want something more too.”

“Ethan, it would break me to lose you. Break me in so many little pieces that I am not sure I will survive putting myself back together. So many pieces that I don’t know if there will be enough of me left to put myself together.” Tears were rolling down your face but you didn’t care. You loved him and both of you deserved the truth.

“Please.” You saw the hairs on his arms were standing and you took off the jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and more than I will ever love anyone. But I can’t love you the way you need me to and you can’t love me the way I need you to.”

When you pulled away, you saw that he was crying too. Standing there, frozen and crying.

“Please.” He said again.

With tears rolling quietly down your face, you took the hardest steps you’ve ever taken and quietly left the gathering, not leaving a trace behind as if you’d never been there.

Thomas and Victoria found him an hour later, still standing outside. His eyes were empty. He smoked cigarette after cigarette and replayed your words over and over in his head.

He had that - the cheerleading, the admiration, with his previous relationship. He thought it was enough. It hadn’t been. It could never be, because that person wasn’t you. Yet you thought that he could never give you what you want.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Thomas and Vic both sat close to him.

“I told her and she did not sign up for a lie.” His tone was even.

Vic and Thomas shared a concerned look.

“Did you lie to her?” Thomas dared ask. He thought it would get some sort of reaction out of Ethan but it didn’t.

“I did not lie to her but she sees right through me.”

“She loves you.” Vic squeezed his arm.

“And I love her, and she deserves better. She deserves someone who can love her right.”

“There is no wrong way to love someone.” Thomas tried to argue. Ethan looked at him.

“There is, when your love hurts the person that means the world to you.”

Without saying anything else he left the party, determined to find you. He needed to talk more. He needed to make it make sense. He couldn’t lose you before he even got you.

He rang your apartment doorbell despite the late hour.

Nothing.

“I am at your door, please.” He wrote the text and sent it, hoping that it would be enough to get you to open the door. To face him. To hear what he has to say.

He heard steps coming from inside the apartment and there you stood, wearing one of his big shirts that had disappeared a while ago, your face mirroring his.

“It’s late.”

“I know. We need to talk.”

“What is there to talk about?” You let him inside the apartment.

“You left me.”

“Before you could leave me.” The tears started rolling again.

“I don’t want you to be a cheerleader.”

“Anything more would be too much, anything less wouldn’t be enough.” You argued.

“A few years ago, maybe. But I need you, Y/N. I need you and I love you and I can’t do any of this without you.”

His words felt like a thousand little cuts against your skin.

“I love you and I don’t want to do this without you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to imagine a life where you are not a part of it.”

“Ethan…”

He cupped your face very gently, getting a strand of hair carefully out of the way.

“I love you. I love you and I promise not to bolt when things get difficult. I promise to show up. I promise to learn how to love you the way you need me to. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You looked at his eyes, the desperation and the pain looming there. The longing.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. One kiss. A kiss that it would leave its mark on both of you.

“Please.”

Nothing happened after that night.

The love never died.

It never blossomed either.

You kept the memory of that night, of the words and the kiss close to your heart for the rest of your life.

And whenever he looked at you, he always saw what could have been - memories and fantasies dancing in his imagination. They filled him with longing for a life that would never happen.

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motomamita · 2 years

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

serie materialist

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Rockstar!Reader

Summary: Joseph meets a guitarist on his trip to Italy and the two end the night together.

Warnings: smut, +18, cursing, mentions of drinking and smoking.

A/N: English is NOT my first language.

This is not meant to be a Victoria x Joseph story! I like to give readers the freedom to imagine the protagonist in the way they prefer!

The events occur before Joe is in Stranger Things and before Maneskin wins Eurovision 2021.

Some facts in relation to Maneskin are different, like the one that here Thomas plays the bass and not the guitar.

Do not copy or translate this!

"There goes my baby

She knows how to rock and roll

She drives me crazy

She gives me hot and cold fever

She leaves me in a cool, cool sweat"

Italy, 2020.

Two talents unknown. Two lives. Two souls. One place.

Joseph Quinn arrived in the country less than a week ago. His sister had invited him to spend a mini vacation, taking advantage of the fact that she was working and studying there. He accepted without hesitation, excited and eager to see the country. Joseph had had quite a heavy few weeks because he had been preparing to audition in one of the most successful series of the moment. He deserved a proper break.

His sister received him in her apartment, letting him get comfortable in the guest room and then taking him to see the city. They visited several art museums, enjoyed the typical food of the place and walked through its streets until night found them. He quickly fell in love with the country, its landscapes, its culture and its people. The country of art and, for some, of love.

(y/n) Pagani lived in Italy all her life. She was born there and grew up in an environment full of art and lots of music. too much. At the age of 12 she was given her first guitar and since then she has not stopped playing, perfecting herself and learning until she excelled with the instrument. Her passion for music was something she could only share with her family and herself. It wasn't until she met Thomas Raggi, her schoolmate and amateur bass player, that the two of them were able to enjoy music together. Soon, the idea of forming a band became present and stronger. From a Facebook post they were joined by vocalist and drummer Damiano David and Ethan Torchio. And so, Måneskin was formed.

Its beginnings were humble like those of any group of teenagers who want to succeed in music. They played in the streets of Rome to get rid of the fear of being in front of the public and by the way they got some coins. Soon, they caught the attention of a label that supported them and with which they released their first album. Thus, the group began to gain fame locally and their hopes of conquering beyond seemed close.

The not so different lives of both crossed that starry night in Italy.

The Quinns entered the bar and soon focused on a table not far from the stage. The atmosphere was pleasant, the other tables were occupied by people of the same age who were chatting animatedly among themselves. Drinks kept pouring out from the bar and the music played at a volume not so loud to stun you but enough to make you nod your head to the sound of it.

They both ordered a few beers that they drank calmly until Quinn's other friends joined them at the table. Joseph had had the pleasure of meeting them days ago and living with them for a few hours. They were friendly and fun, so much so that they made him feel like they were lifelong friends the moment they met him. According to her sister, Italians had this characteristic of being warm to everyone.

They drank a couple of beers and chatted about various trivial topics until the music coming out of the speakers under their sound and the equipment moving on stage began. Joseph guessed it was the group his sister was coming to see today. She had told him that she had friends who were in a rock group, they were rookies but they knew what they were doing according to her. He had no idea about them, so he didn't bother to search for them. He wanted to hear them live and direct.

The lights of the place were turned off, leaving on only the blue and purple ones that pointed to the stage. The people at the bar clapped and shouted with excitement as they saw the members take the stage. Joseph watched them curiously, unable to see their faces clearly. The tallest one with waist-length hair stood behind the drum kit, stretching out his arms and grasping his chopsticks deftly. Another of them stood in the middle of the stage in front of the microphone, his hair falling to his shoulders and various tattoos decorating his bare arms. Then two people went up, one on each side of the vocalist. One of them had a bass slung over his shoulder and blonde hair that matched his guitar. The other person greatly caught her attention because she was the only woman in the group. She had with her an electric guitar that she carried with experience. She was wearing a corset with lingerie details and black leather pants along with boots of the same color.

Before Joseph could ask for her name, the music began to play along with the vocalist's voice.

"Hi everybody this is Maneskin, you're listening to Chosen.

Listen clear now, baby

Ya, ya 'cause it begins like.."

The people around began to sing the song and clap their hands, until some stopped to get close to the stage and dance. Joseph stayed in his seat with his friends, who also sang along as they enjoyed the show. He, not knowing the song, just moved his head slightly to the rhythm of the music while looking at her fascinated. The way her hair moved when she walked across the stage and moved her hips to the music, how strong and expert her hands seemed on the guitar and the smiles she threw at the audience. In one of those times, their eyes collided for a few moments that for Joseph seemed eternal and one of the most exciting in his life. Love at first sight.

"Hey yeah, follow me, follow me now

Hey yeah, follow me, follow me now

Listen now now now now now now now now

Follow me, follow me now"

The song ended and the warm reception from the public was immediate. By general request, the group played 2 more songs until they left the stage to the applause and shouts of emotion from the audience.

The British continued with his gaze on the girl who, after leaving her guitar along with the other instruments, approached with her companions to the table where he was.

"Hi gorgeous!" The girl greeted the actor's sister with a warm hug, who received her excitedly.

"You were great! As always!" She congratulated them looking at the 4. "Let me introduce my brother Joe.

The named gulped nervously upon hearing his name and seeing how they approached where he was sitting. They introduced themselves in a general way, shaking hands with each one, even with the girl who had invaded his mind for minutes. Naturally, the group sat down in the free spaces they found at the table.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?"

Joseph looked up from the beer in his hands to notice the voice that spoke close to his ear due to the music. An inevitable smile formed on his faces and his skin prickled when he saw the same eyes that before were several meters from him now were centimeters from his face.

"It's no trouble, please!"

Joseph moved to the side, giving her room for her to sit next to him comfortably, which she did. He kept his gaze straight ahead, nervous at the girl's proximity. And it was logical, (y/n) had a strong energy wherever she was. She was one of those strong and empowered girls whose presence was not easy to forget. Joseph wasn't used to that type of girl, and that was the very thing that caught his attention from her.

"Your sister told me you're an actor." She spoke again looking at him interested.

And it is that he had not gone unnoticed by her either. Despite being used to being on stage and receiving looks, Joseph's stood out for its intensity and all the interest there was. It may be that she was nervous about those dark eyes looking at her from a distance, so much so that some of her chords on her guitar did not come out as accurately as usual but luckily no one noticed.

He turned to give his full attention to the girl next to him.

"Yes, something like that. I did some small parts on television and I was acting in theater." He explained looking into her eyes while she nodded interested in listening to him.

"That's great!"

"Not as great as what you guys did up there. You're great!" He spoke sincerely making the girl smile embarrassed at the flattery.

"You're making me blush! Shut up!" She laughed lightly hitting his arm playfully. Joseph's heart sped up at the show of affection.

"Is seriously!" He replied laughing in the same way. "You play amazing. I really enjoyed the show." They both looked into each other's eyes again, now with greater confidence.

"I don't doubt it, I couldn't help but feel your gaze on me." Now it was Joseph who looked down in embarrassment at being discovered by her. She laughed out loud as he hid his face with his hands, hiding his mischievous grin.

"It was your fault for being so cool, Miss..!" He looked at her expectantly knowing her name.

"(y/n)!" She added receiving a nod from him. "What's your name, starboy?" They both laughed at her nickname.

"Joseph, that's my name." Now it was she who nodded her head. "But you can call me Joe. Everyone calls me that."

"Okay, Joe Joe!" She spoke in a singsong voice that did nothing but continue to captivate Joseph, who had to drink his beer to hide his smile.

"Let me buy you some beers, little rockstar!" He now spoke into her ear making her smile at the nickname.

"Ahead!"

Thus, the night passed between beers and laughter. Both Joseph and (y/n) discovered how well they got along despite not having much in common. She loved to party and have fun until the early hours while he was more of staying at home or going out to quiet gatherings with friends. Despite that, they both had a strong connection that became more and more evident as the beers finished.

At about 3 in the morning, the two were still at the bar with their friends who still refused to go home. (Y/n) had her legs up on Joseph's lap and her head resting on his chest, feeling his breath and the vibrations from him when he laughed. One of his hands was on her thighs, caressing her and pulling her closer to him. The other was part of her back bare by the corset, also caressing her and playing with her locks of hair from time to time.

"Until when are you going to be in Italy?" (y/n) raised her head to look at Joseph, who lowered his head close to her face.

"I'm leaving in 3 days." She pouted sadly upon hearing the answer. Joseph followed suit and caressed her cheeks with one of his hands. "The night is still young, we can enjoy what's left of it."

"Oh yeah? How would you like to enjoy it?" She whispered very close to his lips.

Joseph put his hand on her chin, holding it lightly and immobilizing her before kissing her. The kiss at first was simple, letting them appreciate each other's lips and the closeness they wanted so much. (y/n) lightly bit his lower lip with the intention of making him open his mouth, which he did. Soon their tongues met letting them savor the beer and cigarette they had shared minutes before. She moaned into his mouth as Joseph tightened his grip on her thighs, digging his fingertips into the leather material. They separated due to lack of air but they didn't move away, still feeling each other's breaths on their faces.

"I have the keys to the apartment if you two want to go." Damiano's slightly drunk voice called out to them. Apparently everyone at the table has been spectators of the sexual tension between the two.

(y/n) exchanged glances with Joseph, who after a few seconds nodded his head. They both got up from their places and gathered their things, ready to leave the bar in the direction of the band's apartment that was not far away.

"Don't make me an aunt yet, Joseph!" His sister yelled at him, seeing how the couple left the bar hand in hand, staggering thanks to the beers.

They walked laughing and humming Queen's 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' through the streets of Italy. At one point Joseph raised her in a bridal way, demonstrating his strength and that he had greater resistance to alcohol than her. (Y/n) took advantage and played with his necklace that was visible through the various buttons that were open on his shirt.

Arriving at the apartment, Joseph didn't wait long to kiss her passionately and desperately again. She placed her hands around his neck, caressing his curls and scalp. He, for his part, placed his hands on her lower back and soon moved down to her butt, squeezing it slightly and causing her to moan. They walked without separating until they reached the sofa where Joseph sat down with (Y/n) on top of him. His kisses passed over her jaw to her bare neck, where he left several marks and wet kisses. She moved her hips, rubbing her clothed center with his remarkable erection. Joseph growled and brought his hands to her hips, intensifying the contact.

"Stop teasing, stargirl." He growled pulling away from her and admiring her on top of him.

(y/n) ignored him and kept moving his hips, causing Joseph to throw his head back with a loud sigh of pleasure. She ran her thumb over his moist pink lips.

"I'm not teasing, I'm just thinking what else can those lips of yours do, starboy." She murmured now looking at Joseph, who smiled mischievously at her.

"Let me show you." He asked to which she nodded her head.

Joseph's hands now moved to the closure of her corset, lowering the zipper and leaving her breasts free. His member throbbed under her as he saw how the moonlight entered through one of the windows and illuminated her erect nipples. Joseph took one of his hands to her hair and slightly stretched it, making her back come closer to him, leaving her at his mercy. He brought his face closer to the center between her breasts, letting her feel his hot breath before kissing her skin until he reached one of her nipples.

"Shit, Joe.." She groaned as she felt his wet tongue on her nipple and how his free hand caressed the other one.

Joseph savored the girl as if it were candy, taking his time to appreciate her moans and how her hips moved over him, taking him to the extreme. He pulled back to give his attention to the other nipple, not caring how sensitive she was to his touch. It didn't bother (y/n) either, what's more, never before had a boy had so much dedication and importance that she would enjoy too.

"The most delicious sweet that is tasted from Italy." Joseph murmured pulling away from her breasts to look at her.

"And that you didn't taste the best."

(y/n) drew him to her grabbing his collar to kiss him again with need. Now she lay down on the sofa without stopping kissing Joseph, who was on top of her. Her hands went to the buckle of his pants, unbuttoning it and lowering it with his help. His member stood out through the fabric of his boxers, eager for attention. Joseph hurried over and removed her pants from her, leaving her in nothing but lacy panties.

"Looks like someone needs attention.." (y/n) spoke with some amusement in her voice reaching her hand to the joseph's member dressed.

Joseph moaned at the contact, shifting his hips slightly for more friction. (y/n) massaged him through the cloth, driving him crazy and making him mutter obscenities. She decided not to torture him anymore and removed his boxers, leaving his aching cock free and at her disposal. Still with Joseph on top of her, (y/n) stroked the length of him slowly spreading the precum all over his length. Without taking her eyes off his face, she masturbated him gently and lovingly, enjoying how his brows furrowed and his mouth remained ajar.

"Let me take you." He asked almost in a whisper, certain that if she continued he would cum right there. "Please.."

"You look so cute when you beg for me.." (y/n) stopped touching him to bring her hand up to his shirt, quickly removing it and admiring his bare chest.

Joseph saw this as a positive sign for his request. He placed some cushions behind her and then placed his hand on her neck and leaned her head on them, taking control of the situation. He brought his hand up to her panty-covered center and massaged her clit, drawing a muffled moan from her. (y/n) moved her hips desperately at his touch, making Joseph laugh mockingly who was taking revenge. He removed her panties exposing her wet pussy. He couldn't help it and reached down to run his tongue over her folds, collecting her fluids and tasting them in his mouth.

"Joe, stop teasing." She said with need.

"I'm not teasing you, I'm just thinking about the things I'm going to do to your delicious pussy…" He answered her the same way she had minutes ago.

The Brit pulled a condom out of his wallet and tore it up with his hands before placing it on his hard cock. She watched him from her position, admiring his arms, the way his chest rose and fell and the way his necklace shone in the moonlight. Joseph moved closer to her, kissing her and letting her taste her own fluids on his tongue. He took one of his hands to his member and passed it through her folds, lubricating it even though it wasn't necessary, she was already very wet for him. Joseph placed the tip at her entrance, entering her slowly, enjoying her warmth and how tight she was. (y/n) moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deep inside her.

"You like it?" He asked in a slow but deep rhythm, letting her take all of him.

"I'm lovin 'it." She groaned closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Eyes on me, baby. Eyes on me." Joseph said placing one of his hands on her jaw, forcing her to look at him, which she did.

Joseph continued his slow pace for a few seconds, letting her get used to his size and he to her warm interior. Little by little, his thrusts increased in rhythm making it difficult for both of them to contain their moans. (y/n) brought her hands to his back, caressing him and occasionally digging her nails in when he hit her cervix hard. Their eyes were on the other, making that moment something more intimate and passionate. Something that no one could ever forget.

Joseph's thrusts became more violent and stronger. The sound of their skins clashing and their moans became constant, bouncing around the great living room. Joseph pulled away to place one of (y/n)'s legs on his shoulder, fucking her in new places and giving her even more pleasure. The walls of (y/n) contracted around his throbbing cock, warning him that she would soon reach his climax.

"Are you going to cum? Huh?" Joseph asked in his agitated voice. She nodded her head desperately. "Talk to me, darling."

Before she could speak, Joseph swung his other leg over his shoulder, making the pleasure uncontrollable for both of them. (y/n) brought one of her hands to her clitoris, massaging it in a circular motion. Joseph growled at the sight and at the way the walls of it hugged his cock.

"Yeah. I'm going to cum Joe!" She groaned feeling a great pressure build up in her navel.

He kept pounding her hard, enjoying how his balls slammed into her ass and her fluids wet his thighs. Joseph took one of his hands to her navel while the other went to her neck, squeezing it slightly.

"I can feel my cock inside you, so good…" He groaned through his teeth. "Come with me, do it.."

(y/n)'s legs trembled and her toes fingers tensed at the Brit's words. She clung tightly to Joseph's large back, feeling her orgasm come. Joseph covered her moans by kissing her, continuing to thrust into her with need despite how sensitive she was. (y/n) enjoyed her climax following his passionate kiss, noting that he was also close to his release. Joseph moved away from her and the hand that was on her neck moved to be next to the other on her navel, pressing it and holding it in place.

"Uh, your pussy is so fine!" Moan absorbed by the pleasure. "So good I'm going to cum in it."

It took only a few thrusts for Joseph to climax with a grunt of pleasure as well. He stayed inside her for a few seconds, calming his breathing and the slightest tremor in his legs. He then stepped out of her to remove the condom and place it on top of the package on the floor. Joseph lay down next to (y/n), hugging her around the waist and placing her head on his chest. They were silent for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and the warmth radiating from each other's bodies.

"I'll figure out how to visit you later." He murmured stroking her bare arm, referring to when it was time to go back to London. "I don't mean just the sex. I really enjoyed your company tonight, (y/n)."

She raises her head to look carefully, memorizing every detail of his face that each time seemed to her the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Same here, JoeJoe." The named laughed lightly, making her giggle. "Later we will see how to meet again but now I think the best thing is that we go to my room before the others arrive."

They both looked around and at the mess they had caused. Their clothes all over the room and several pillows on the floor, not to mention their naked bodies on the sofa.

"You're right, little rockstar." (y/n) smiled at the nickname. "How about a second round?"

"Sounds great to me, starboy."

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