#ethan torchio x you
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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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Ethan sharing his girlfriend/SO with his bandmates because she brought up the idea of group sex once. He doesn't tell her until she gets there and he comes back from the kitchen and whispers it in her ear when Damiano is feeling her up. She gets a little scared and leans on Ethan the entire time and he's right there reassuring her and making sure they don't do anything to make her uncomfortable while he's also joining in.
Three Makes a Group | Damiano David & Ethan Torchio
Pairing: Damiano David x Måneskin!reader x Ethan Torchio
Summary: After bringing up the idea of group sex to your boyfriend Ethan, you have to deal with the consequences of your dirty mind.
Warning/s: smut, just pure smut, spanking, prising, cum talk, dirty talk, dom!Ethan, pussy drunk Damiano, sub!reader, choking, name calling, group sex, threesome, swearing
Author's note: so this is the first time that I'm writing smut. Like... for real. And not only that, it's also the first time that I'm writing something poly. So, I'm sorry if it's bad, I really tried. Anyways, enjoy you, nasty. 😏
You didn't exactly remember that you were talking about that topic with your handsome boyfriend Ethan until a gorgeous frontman showed up at your house, more precisely your kitchen, for a reason that was extremely different than usually.
It was about a week ago when Ethan and you were watching some shitty move that somehow had more sex scenes than an actual plot. You were both snuggled up next to each other under the blanket placed on your sofa as you ate popcorn. Suddenly, just as you thought that a girl and that dude in the movie were about to finally have a normal civil conversation, they started to do everything, but talk. Another girl's love interest showed up and all three of them started to go at it. While watching that scene, you suddenly remembered one of your dirty fantasies.
You don't exactly know what the hell came over you when you started to speak about it with Ethan. It started out as a curious question when you asked him if he ever had group sex before he met you and if he did what was it like. You also said it so innocently that poor Ethan almost choked on his popcorn. But, no. It turned out that he never had group sex, but he said that it would probably be a great experience, sure. After that you simply said "okay" and completely dropped the topic. You felt embarrassed for one reason or another and Ethan felt completely shocked. He simply couldn't believe that you would just ask him that, but then dropped the topic like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like you didn't just ask him what group sex would feel like. It felt like you were asking him where the remote was. Ethan liked that. He found it very amusing. After that little, innocent, conversation, he couldn't get the idea of group sex with you out of his mind.
A few days after that eventful conversation, he suddenly got an idea with who the two of you could do it with. Damiano David, your fellow band member. It was perfect. Damiano and you kind of knew each other the longest and you were like best friends, but he knew very well that Damiano and you found each other attractive. But then again, can he blame you, really? He couldn't. And so he didn't. Instead, he found this situation as a perfect plan to finally get it on with Damiano and you.
And so, this is how you ended up here. Standing in the middle of your kitchen, leaning back again your kitchen counter as you listened to your boyfriend and your fellow band member's plan. Group sex. With the two of them. You were actually very found of that idea, but you were still kind of nervous. After all, you have never done that before. Ethan and Damiano sensed your hesitation and quickly started to reassure you.
"Don't worry, dove." Damiano whispered as he came closer to you and softly started to cerise your soft cheek. "If you don't want to do it we don't have to. But if you want to do it, you don't have to worry. Ethan and I will take good care of you."
"So what do you say, amore?" Ethan got behind you as he slowly, softly started to plant kisses on your neck, Damiano slowly moving your hair off of your shoulder so Ethan could get more access to your neck. You couldn't help but to let out a little whimper. It felt so good, you started to slowly, but surely, relax against the passionate hold of your fellow band mates.
"So what do you say, little love?" Ethan whispered in your ear. "Do you fancy the idea of having the two of us?" You felt yourself shiver as you slowly nodded your head against him as he continued to give you endless kisses and now marks on your neck.
"Words, princess." Damiano softly growled under his breath as his hand found itself suddenly wrapped around your neck. "Yes. I want you, both."
"To what?" Damiano continued to tease you endlessly and it was truly tortures for you. For all of you. But Damiano was a tease, both Ethan and you should have known that for a fact.
"To fuck me." You moaned loudly just wanting for this to start already.
"Good answer." Ethan said as literally picked you up and carried you to Ethan's and your bedroom. Damiano slowly trailing behind you.
Once you got inside, Ethan gently threw you on the middle of the bed as Damiano shut the door behind him. In a matter of seconds, your clothes where nowhere to be found. Not like any of you actually cared about that. As you laid there completely naked, Ethan and Damiano showed you with compliments and endless kisses and sucking and bitting.
You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn't know it could be that good. Suddenly, it seemed like non of you three could take this torture anymore. Damiano got up and walked to the end of the bed. Ethan was drowning you in a passionate kiss as you suddenly felt Damiano grab your legs and you were quickly, quite needy, pulled toward him. Ethan never stopped his attack on you as your legs were dramatically pulled apart.
"Now I want to hear you scream our names, little dove." Damiano ordered you as he suddenly dived into your folds.
He started to quite literally make out with your little wet cunt. It was so passionate and so hot that you could help yourself, but to practically scream. Ethan suddenly started to attack your soft breasts. It felt to good. One of your hands found itself tangled in Ethan's hair and your other hand was gripping the bed sheets. You felt like you were about to explode. It started to get so much that you quickly felt your lower stomach tighten.
"Ethan! Damiano! Ahh-" You moaned their names loudly. It felt as if, after they heard you moan like that, they didn't slow down one bit. They spead up. You thought that it would be impossible for them to go faster than they're already going, but it turned out that you were clearly wrong. "I'm gonna-! Ah!"
"We know. Let go, amore." Ethan encouraged you and so you did just that. You released all over Damiano's tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Ethan continued to kiss your chest as Damiano started to continued to suck you dry.
You started to moan again as you tried to push away from Damiano because of overstimulation, but Ethan kept you in place buy placing both of his strong hands on your hips. He pinned you to the bed so you couldn't escape Damiano's vicious tongue. Just as you were about to cum again, Damiano quickly pulled away and Ethan stopped his attack on you. Damiano stood up with a slight slap on your tigh, prising you about how good you were for Ethan and him, as you continued to paint from exhaustion and disappointment from a lost orgasm. Slowly, Ethan got behind you. He pressed your back against his chest as Damiano brought the two of you to the edge of the bed.
"Now breath, little one." Ethan continued to whispered in your ear, his breath hot you felt lime you could cum again from just that. It felt so hot. It felt so much. "Damiano is gonna have your pretty little tight pussy because poor baby doesn't get you like this very often." He told you and you softly moaned at the thought of Damiano completely destroying your little cunt, giving it to you because you were their little slut. Made for their pleasures. "And I will have this amazing ass. I will enter you right here, right now. From behind while our friend fucks you." Ethan told you and you felt a sharp slap on your rounded ass. You moaned from an impact as you felt him slowly shushing you as he gently rubbed the sore spot of your ass.
"Now relax, baby." Ethan said as he slowly started to trail his hand towards your neck. He wrapped your hand around your neck and you felt him tighten his hold on it as he said his next words.
"Damiano is going to completely destroy your pussy and I'm going to completely destroy your gorgeous ass. Were going to ruin you for everyone, but ourselves. And remember this, little dove." Ethan loudly commanded as he watched Damiano slowly line up to your entrance waiting for Ethan to give him a green light. "We won't stop until you are completely dripping with our cum and begging us to stop filling you up. We may not even stop then." Ethan whispered hotly in your ear as he pressed his thumb against your lips. You immediately started to suck on his thumb wishing it was his cock and Damiano moaned at the sight.
"Fucking slut." He chuckled as he pinched your left nipple watching you as you moaned some more.
"Now prepare yourself. This may hurt a little." And boy it did. The two of them were so big that your poor little pussy and ass barely took both of them inside. Damiano started to literally moan as he entered you.
"I can't believe that your so fucking tight." He cried a bit, completely at your mercy. He was so drunk off of the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him dry. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you, princess, you won't be able to walk for days." He promised you as he started to slowly rub your clit to help you get used to the feeling of them.
Ethan was not so much different. You were practically melting against his hold. He kept his grip on your neck as he entered you. He started to breathe heavily as he felt like he could cum just from your tight ass struggling to keep him inside. He brought his hand down very fast and he felt you yelp from the impact before he started to rub your sore ass and kiss your exposed back. You felt like you were in the middle of life and death. It was just so good that you didn't want the pain to stop. Ever. Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks as Ethan kissed them away. Damiano and him barely kept it together, but they would never even dream of making you feel even slightest bit uncomfortable so they stood frozen on their spot. After a while you ordered them to move. You couldn't take it anymore.
They both started to rock their hips, slowly picking up the pace. You were moaning so loudly. Ethan's hand around your neck, the other one was placed around your ribs fucking into you at inhuman speed. Damiano's head was thrown back as one of his hands was holding your legs open as wide as they could go and his other hand was gripping at your hip. Ethan and Damiano could practically feel that they were touching each other inside of you. It was tortures for all three of you.
"Ugh! Damiano! Ethan!" You were moaning uncontrollably as you felt like the coil inside of you was about to snap. "I'm gonna-!" You didn't even get to finish you sentence as you came so hard on them both. They picked up their paice. You were moaning from overstimulation as they both came inside of you. After a while they both pulled out of you, watching your pussy tighten around nothing as both of your holes were leaking with their cum. They started to finger you softly as Damiano kept shushing you. You were moaning softly, exhausted and overstimulated. They both fucked their cum back inside of you. After they were satisfied with their job, both of them collapsed on the bed on each side of you. They covered you in kisses as you tried to catch your breath.
"Rest, amore. Were not done with you yet."
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Lazy day - Ethan Torchio
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Warnings: beware this can be cute.
English is not my first language, so it may contain grammatical errors. I'm Brazilian.
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It was a sunny afternoon in Rome, and even though it was summer there was a soft, cool breeze, the perfect day to laze around the house. You were sitting on a wooden stool finishing a painting that you had started a few days ago. A customer had ordered a painting of a full moon night, and you had to deliver it within a week.
A rather sleepy Ethan appeared in the room, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself fully. Her sleep-dazed eyes studied what little of the room they could still see while her mind processed what was happening around her. Without taking your focus off the drawing you say:
"Did you sleep well mi amoré?" Her sweet, warm tone doesn't seem to have woken her boyfriend up completely, he disappears into the kitchen for a few moments.
A smile instantly appears on his lips, Ethan was very cute when he woke up, his messy hair framed his beautiful face and that sleepwalking way of his makes him even cuter. He was like an adorable kitten.
Ethan has reappeared in the room with a glass cup full of coffee in his hands, he walks towards you tilting his head slightly to look at the painting.
"What do you think?" You turn slightly to the side so you could look at your boyfriend.
"Even if it's not finished, but it's really good" He leaves a kiss on the top of her head.
"Then I'll get back to work." You turn back to the canvas and go back to painting.
Thirty minutes or so passed, but you remained focused on your work. Good at least until she felt soft kisses on her neck.
"Amoré, I'm working." You smile, depositing your brush on the small table that was next to the canvas.
"I know, but you've been there so long. We hardly have time to spend together, so how about we take the day to spend together?" He continues to attack her neck with soft kisses.
"Fine, let's have a lazy day!" You get up, putting your arms around the brunette's neck, you place a kiss on Ethan's lips. He asks for passage with his tongue, the kiss was calm and sweet.
"Let's go to bed." He picks you up bridal style making you squeal in surprise.
Those moments were her favorites, the moments when you could just enjoy Ethan's company.
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Dust, cats and thuds
Pairing: Ethan x Reader (gn)
summary: Ethan finally got the courage to ask you to join him on an adventure. Turns out you needed ot more than you thought.
word count: 1.8k
contents: fluff, urban exploring, suggestions of paranormal, soft Ethan, some flirting
author’s note: I wanted to write some fluff with quirky and soft Ethan. I hope you'll like it
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The day was awfully hot, and travelling in this weather was twice as tiring as usual. The tour was just about to end, the band had only a few Italian shows left. To you, it was all getting a little monotonous. But as a part of their team, you had to be there. As much as you loved their music and energy, the constant moving, packing, unpacking, and trying to stay on track with all the legal requirements, hotel booking, flights and helping the rest of the team to keep those four idiots alive, was draining. But after a while, you managed to become friends with them. The long evenings, dinners, parties, and celebrations of their success with every gig brought you closer together.
You pushed your bag into the room, shut the door, and threw yourself on the bed with a loud sigh. The sun was still up, but you couldn't care less. It took you only a few minutes to fall asleep, right then and there, with your phone in your hand and sunglasses on your head. You woke up to a notification on the band group chat, they started worrying about you being stuck in the room and not joining them for dinner. You replied that you were fine and slowly dragged yourself to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
Once you washed off the long day and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, you heard the knocking on the door.
“Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?” it was Ethan, you’d recognize his soft voice everywhere.
You opened the door and smiled seeing how his face changed once he saw what you were wearing. You always liked him, more than he thought you did. He had this soft energy you always craved in a partner. But he seemed very shy and reserved whenever he noticed you were watching him.
“Come in.” You said and smiled, moving aside to let him in.
"I brought you some food, I didn't want you to starve." He put the plastic container on the table.
“Thank you so much, i was getting hungry. Give me a moment, ok?” you winked at him, disappearing into the bathroom. You came back a couple of minutes later, in shorts and your favourite old top.
“Right, what’s up?” You grabbed the food he brought you, sat on the bed and smiled at him.
“Well…there’s something i wanted to do while we’re here but nobody want’s to go with me. And I thought that maybe you would like to join me.”
You raised your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side.
“Sounds mysterious, what exactly is your plan?”
“Remember how we talked about visiting abandoned places?”
You nodded, remembering the conversation that took place about two weeks prior. Damiano and Vic laughed at him for being into this idea, and Ethan looked a little hurt afterwards.
“I do.” You put your plate on the bedside table and patted the bed beside you. He smiled and sat down next to you.
“So… I made some research before the tour. There is a building, a big abandoned mansion, maybe a ten-minute drive from here. And it’s gorgeous, just wait.” He grabbed his phone and started showing you photos. The building was indeed impressive.
“And you want me to go with you?”
“I mean…you don’t have to… I just thought I’ll ask…” He cleared his throat and put his phone away.
“Of course, I’ll go.” You said and grinned at him “Are you kidding me? I’m so bored that this might be the only fun thing I’ll do this week besides partying.”
A soft smile brightened up Ethan’s face. His eyes became softer, he slowly licked his lips.
“That’s amazing! Thank you, really. I just need to grab my camera and we can go. I’ll call a taxi.” He said quickly, chaotically checking his pockets.
“Here you are.” You handed him a phone which was laying on the bed next to you.
“Thanks.” he smiled shook his head. “See you in the lobby in ten minutes?”
“See you.”
You got dressed all in black, put your hair up and grabbed your phone and pepper spray, just in case. A few moments later you were both sitting in the back of a taxi, as Ethan tried to explain to the driver where you want to get to. The driver made some dissatisfied noises but agreed to leave you in front of the huge garden leading to the mansion.
“Here we are,” Ethan said and closed the car door with a loud bang.
The grass, wild flowers and bushes were really tall. Trees were throwing shade on the mansion, making it look even more mysterious in the setting sun.
“Scared?” He asked with a smug smile.
“Not yet.” You chuckled “Ready?”
Ethan nodded and started slowly walking through a narrow path, holding for you the branches which were guarding the entrance to the building.
“The main doors are nailed shut, but one guy told me how to get in.”
You walked around the house, careful not to make too much noise and avoid spider webs at all costs.
“Here, he was right.” Ethan stopped and pointed on a small window, about a meter above the ground level. The glass wasn’t broken, he walked closer and in one move he leveraged the window and opend it wide.
“That’s impressive…” You mumbled, to which he smiled.
“Alright, I’ll get in first, see if it’s safe and help you.” he said as a gentleman he always has been.
You nodded at his words, and watched how with an agility of a cat, he squeezed in, without even brushing against the dusty frame. He was gone for a moment, which felt like at least an hour. As you started getting anxious, he peaked outside and smiled.
“Alright, it seems empty, at least the hall. Come on.”
You walked closer and stepped on a big stone to be able to reach the windowsill. Ethan grabbed your both arms and pulled you in, smoothly putting you on the ground. You looked at him a bit surprised with how easy it was for him.
“Damn you’re strong.”
“It’s almost like i’m drumming every day for a few hours, right?” He asked with a smug smile.
Ethan turned on the flashlight, the sunlight was almost completely gone. The beautiful interior looked more gloomy and unsettling in the dark. You followed him closely, turning your head at the unexpected noises. He turned around.
“I saw a few cats in the area, I imagine this is their home now. Don’t worry.”
“Right, cats.” You smiled.
His words relaxed you a little bit, with more confidence you started following him around the house, exploring each room with more excitement. Ethan was taking photos of the damaged walls, dusty carpets and interesting items left behind by the last tenants.
“Wanna go upstairs?” You asked and bit your lip. Ethan nodded eagerly and grabbed your hand.
“This time you lead.”
You grabbed the flashlight he handed you and climbed on the first step. It made a loud creaking noise. Suddenly you felt a large hand on your back.
“It’s alright. They’re just old, but not falling apart.” Ethan whispered into your ear. His warm breath and soft voice gave you the goosebumps. Encouraged by his touch, you managed to get to the first floor.
The first room you got into was a library, or some sort of office. You waked around, shining your flashlight on the books left on the desk. Another big lightning ripped the dark sky. The storm was getting closer. Ethan noticed how you winced at the sound of a thunder.
“It’s still far away, we can go back in a bit.” He said and snapped another photo of an antique lamp.
You picked up one of the books, read the title and put it back again. It was in Greek, sadly you wouldn’t be able to get any of it. You left the room and got into the next one, which turned out to be a master bedroom. You stood there, staring at the gigantic bed, covered with a thick layer of dust. You shed some light on the corners of it.
“Ropes? I bet they were kinky.” You cackled.
“I think that’s for the curtains…
“Shush…let me enjoy that fantasy.” You cooed to him.
“That’s your fantasy?” He asked and stepped a bit closer, towering over you.
“One of many.” You said with a grin. Ethan gave you a smug smile. You could feel the tension between you too, getting more and more intense. You were convinced he will make a move. Or if you made one, he’d be thrilled.
Bang.
A loud thud came from somewhere in the house. You both froze.
“What the hell was that?” You whispered. Ethan pressed his finger to his lips and moved to the front, shielding you from whatever was luring in the corridor.
“Come, just slowly.” He whispered and walked out to the corridor. You followed his steps, till you got to the library. He was at the doorway, you waited behind him, judging the situation in the room by his expression.
Thud. Louder this time.
Ethan’s eyes widened, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the staircase. You ran fast, feeling the urgency of the situation. It started raining, the whole house was echoing with the sound of it. You finally got to the window, he basically jumped out, pulling you right after himself.
“What the fuck was that?!” You yelled, the grumbles of the sky were muffling your words, the heavy rain was dripping dows your bodies.
“I looked inside and saw a book falling down from the desk. A book. By itself!” He said loudly with a smile.
“Why are you so excited?!” You yelled, feeling that the goosebumps were back, this time from fear.
“Don’t you finally feel alive?!” He said and stared at you for a moment.
You could only look at him, with your mouth hanging open. He was so right. You forgot how it feels like to lose control, to be scared and excited of the unknown, to feel like a child, busted on playing somewhere they shouldn’t. You nodded quickly and also started laughing, in the most dumb and carefree way.
“I do!”
Next thing you knew, Ethan grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall of the building. He cupped your face and pressed his soft lips to yours. He started slowly, but your kiss kept getting more passionate every minute. The water was dripping down your faces, getting between your lips. The air smelled of earth, dust and flowers, but all you could smell was his cologne. He broke off the kiss and looked at you with a big grin.
A few minutes later you were sitting in a taxi, a grumpy driver was muttering under his breath how wet the seats will be. The water was dripping from your hair and clothes. But your hands were laced together. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and felt a soft kiss on your temple. Ethan whispered:
“I should've asked you earlier.”
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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.
#maneskin#ethan torchio#vic de angelis#thomas raggi#damiano david#ethan torchio fanfic#ethan torchio blurb#ethan torchio x you#ethan torchio x yn#ethan torchio x reader
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I'm seeing you in a whole new light
Pairings: Ethan Torchio x fem!reader
Contents: Fluff
Summary: Maneskin is in your state capital and by a stroke of luck, you manage to bring your favorite band to perform in your small hometown, thanks to Ethan.
Words: ~1980
The same A/N: Please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading.
Your favorite band is about to rock your state capital, but unfortunately, you won't be able to join the party since you live way upstate. You've moved on from the stage of feeling bummed out and furious about missing out. Now, you're embracing it and finding ways to occupy yourself on the day of the show. Have you figured out your action plan to keep yourself occupied and prevent those thoughts of them being close yet distant from clouding your mind?
You're in your city's downtown with your dad today, helping him with some pesky errands and killing time. The two of you went your separate ways, and now you're strolling through the vibrant city all by yourself.
You're not accustomed to the lively city atmosphere with its cacophony of car honks and bustling crowds. People are bustling about, some strolling while others practically sprinting. Just when you thought the day couldn't get any busier, your cell phone rings, adding another layer of chaos to the mix.
"Oh my goodness, what a disaster!" you grumble, keeping your head down as you try to navigate through the crowd without colliding with anyone while answering your phone. Unfortunately, your attempt proves unsuccessful, and you end up colliding with someone, causing both of you to tumble to the ground and face each other.
It's impossible not to recognize who ended up on the ground with you. Right in front of you, sitting on the floor is Ethan!
"Oh, my ass!" he complains, but despite the pain, he maintains a good-natured tone of voice.
You chuckle and agree:
"Yeah, falling on your rear end hurts."
"Let me give you a hand."
Ethan helps you up, and then he starts patting his backside to clean his pants. You do the same, returning your attention to the people and all the chaos around you.
"Sorry, um... I..." you begin to say, but there's so much you want to express that it's impossible not to stutter. "I didn't see you. I was a bit distracted, and... could we take a picture together? Sorry again, it's just that I'm a huge fan of Måneskin, and I didn't realize you guys were already in town. Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend the show, and I wanted to avoid being reminded that you all were around. You arrived well before the concert, right? Anyway, I'm rambling too much. Sorry once again."
"Don't worry, take it easy! I was also walking without paying attention, so I'm partly to blame. Hey, why don't you come with me? Let me treat you to a drink if you'd like, and I can even get you a couple of tickets to the show."
You desperately want to accept and go anywhere with him, and you're about to say a million yeses, but your cell phone rings once again with your father's name displayed prominently on the screen.
"I can't believe I'm gonna pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," you mutter to yourself.
"What did you say? Are we going?" Ethan offers a hesitant smile.
"Oh, I really, really want to, but I can't... I live far outside the city, and my dad's waiting for me so we can head back before it gets dark."
"Ohh, I see..." He responds, clearly disappointed.
Ethan starts to glance downwards and around as if searching for the right words in his mind. "Then let me fulfill your request and take the picture you asked for. It's only fair, considering I bumped into you too."
You both take some nice photos, and you've thanked Ethan countless times for being so willing to take pictures with you. You bid each other goodbye, and as you take a few steps away, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath, and asks, "Could I have your phone number?"
"Do you want my phone number? Absolutely!"
Ethan offers you his phone so you can enter your number, and you add your name as well. "Y/N, it's a pleasure!"
When you reunite with your father, he's on the verge of scolding you for being late. To avoid the argument, you melodramatically recount how you fell in the street, conveniently omitting the part about meeting the love of your life, who had no idea you existed until yesterday. But for the next few hours, he'll feel a twinge of pain whenever he sits down and remember you! Even though he probably won't text you, having your phone number is enough.
//
4 days have flown by, and tomorrow is the big Måneskin concert. Ethan still hasn't sent you a text. Despite all your plans to distract yourself from the impending show, everything has been ruined because your thoughts are consumed by the concert and Ethan.
You could have encountered any of the 4 band members, but it was only Ethan, the one you're head over heels for. He's now firmly stuck in your mind, occupying the top spot in your thoughts. The huge poster on the ceiling of his room is his, the first face you see in the morning and the last one before you drift off to sleep. You loved that encounter on the street, but now all you can do is replay that moment in your head and gaze at your phone screen, where a picture of the two of you resides, eagerly awaiting a message from him.
While you're browsing through the other snapshots you've captured, a notification appears from an unfamiliar number:
Y/N? Hey! It's Ethan!
Hoping everything's groovy with you.
OMG, it's ETHAN!!
As you struggle to compose a response, erasing and rewriting it multiple times, he sends another message:
Is this where you reside?
Accompanying the message is a photo of his own house.
And well, it's simply your humble abode.
//
You don't even respond to his message; you simply bolt out of the house and spot Ethan leaning against a sleek black ride right in front of your crib.
Approaching him with a wide grin, you inquire, "How did you track me down? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm just genuinely curious."
Before Ethan can answer, the car's rear window slides halfway down, and Damiano chimes in, "So, you're Y/N? Ethan's been losing his mind ever since he fell on his rear with you." He bursts into laughter. "He wouldn't rest until he figured out how far you live, and when he did..."
"Can you keep it down?" Ethan interrupts Damiano and leads you away from the car, holding your hand gently.
"He can't hold back, he'd spill the beans."
"All of you came here?"
"Yeah, Vic and Thomas went to grab a bite, and Damiano tagged along with me because I needed to see you."
"I..."
"Shh, let me elaborate. Over these past 4 days, I've been on a mission to find you. You mentioned living far away and not being able to attend the show, so I thought I'd bring a piece of the show to you." Ethan concludes with a smile.
"What? Like, seriously? Are you guys going to perform here in this remote place?"
"Yeah! I managed to convince our producer. We'll play a few songs, nothing too extravagant, but at least you'll get a glimpse of the show." Ethan flashes a gentle smile.
You try your best to contain yourself, but upon hearing this, overwhelming happiness fills you up. You start jumping and twirling with joy, unable to contain your emotions. You give Ethan a tight hug and exclaim,
"Thank you so, so much! You have no clue how incredibly happy I am!"
He hugs you back.
"No need to thank me, that's the least I could do after accidentally knocking you down in the middle of a bustling street."
You step back and observe the way Ethan gazes at you as if his eyes are sparkling.
"Well, I've got to go now. Let's get ready. I'll text you the time and location, all right?"
You nod and reply, "Okay, See you later”
Ethan retreats towards the car, still giving you a distinct look, but it's not a negative one.
"See you, Y/N," he says with a smile.
//
You arrive at the spot Ethan instructed you to come at the designated time. It's a quaint little town, and it seems like the entire town has gathered here. Even if they're not familiar with Måneskin, everyone is eager for something out of the ordinary, something different from their usual surroundings.
You make your way to a spot near the impromptu stage and reunite with some friends.
"Can you believe it? Måneskin is right here!" one of them exclaims with immense excitement.
"It's like a surreal dream," another friend remarks.
You simply laugh and nod in agreement, opting not to share what had happened earlier. Instead, you immerse yourself in the pre-show excitement with your friends.
Damiano, Vic, and Thomas emerge from behind the curtain, and Ethan joins them, taking his place on the drums.
His gaze sweeps across the place, landing on you, and he flashes a smile, accompanied by a playful wink.
"Hey everyone, this little gig is dedicated to our newest buddy Y/N!" Damiano announces before launching into a song.
Your friends turn to you, shrieking with excitement, and you join in the ecstatic chorus, letting your screams blend with theirs.
//
The concert was absolutely mind-blowing, it had such an intimate and enchanting vibe like a total dream come true. Once the show ended, you and your friends pick up right where you left off, reliving every moment and sharing all the details. The excitement is contagious as your friends can't contain their screams of joy, and you're equally thrilled, buzzing with the same level of enthusiasm for the incredible performance.
"Will Ethan stay connected with you, Y/N?" one of your friends inquires.
Well, you're not sure, but you're holding onto that hope with all your heart.
Before you can respond, your friend's face suddenly transforms, and as you turn around, you find Ethan standing right behind you.
"Oh, I definitely want to keep connected with Y/N," he says, locking eyes with you and giving a charming smile.
One of your friends discreetly nudges the others away, granting you and Ethan some much-needed privacy.
"Thanks a million for everything, this gig was mind-blowing, I couldn't have even dreamt of this day."
"Don't mention it. We all had a blast, but I gotta admit, I had an extra blast. And I meant every word when I said I wanna stay connected with you."
You flash a smile and momentarily hesitate before reaching up and caressing his cheek tenderly.
"I'm totally up for that," you whisper.
"I wa-"
"Hey Ethan, we gotta bounce!" Damiano shouts, cutting him off.
Ethan simply brushes his knuckles against your cheek and says,
"We'll meet again," he leans closer to your face, "count on it."
He plants a lingering kiss on one of your cheeks and another one on the other cheek, but this time, it's dangerously close to your lips.
"See you, Y/N," he whispers in your ear and strolls away.
You stand there frozen for a few minutes, trying to process everything that just unfolded.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, snapping you back to reality.
You beam with excitement when you see Ethan's name on the notification.
"Every second with you was pure magic... I'm eagerly counting down the minutes until our next rendezvous."
You swiftly type:
"Next time, can you aim that smooch right on target?"
In the blink of an eye, another message arrives:
"That's definitely on my mind."
And so, you both carry on the conversation through messages, followed by marathon phone calls that stretch for hours. Then, one day, you drift off to sleep and wake up to find in front of you a living, breathing Ethan—much better than a simple poster on the ceiling.
#må#Måneskin#måneskin fic#ethan torchio#ethan torchio x reader#ethan torchio x you#ethan torchio fic#ethan torchio fluff#måneskin imagine
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.”
“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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“All my friends told me you’d break my heart.”
Let the devil be my witness
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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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"Can I sleep here tonight?" Ethan/Thomas fluffy mess. Thanks 💓
"Can I sleep here tonight?"
Thomas & Ethan + Fluff
Glass bottles all over the place. Empty cups lining the surfaces. Some shards in the sink. A problem for tomorrow. There’s still music playing, but it’s mere background noise now, volume turned low. No more crowd filling up the rooms of the flat, just Thomas, Ethan, and you left.
“You don’t have to stay and help, you know?” You shoot Ethan a smile as you drop another bottle into the trash, the harsh noise of glass hitting glass causing you to wince slightly. “Thomas and I decided to throw a party, Thomas and I are just as capable of cleaning up.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” he smiles back, but doesn’t make any moves to leave. He’s lingering. You don’t know why. But there’s something that is making him stay, longer than usual, long after the party is over, even when everyone else has gone. Even when his own place is just a short walk away.
“Who the fuck emptied the chocolate milk?” Thomas comes stumbling over. He’s easily the drunkest out of the three of you, but still mostly in control of what he’s saying. His motor skills, however, are lacking. You quickly grab the empty carton from him before he drops it and inevitably spills the rest of it.
“Some party animals you’ve invited,” Ethan chuckles. Thomas moves behind you, arms wrapping clumsily around your middle as you don’t even attempt to cease your movements of cleaning up the counter, his head dropping onto your shoulder. He never hid his affections well. But with alcohol in his veins and everyone outside of your inner circle gone, he really doesn’t hold back. You don’t hold back a serene smile either.
Ethan has halted his movements. There’s something in his face you can’t quite make sense of. You would ask Thomas, who has undeniably known him for much longer, but your boyfriend is currently busy trying to bury his face into the crook of your neck, humming something that doesn’t quite make sense. When you look back up at Ethan, he looks… caught, for a split second, then everything is back to normal. You feel like you know that look, though. Just not on him. On Thomas.
There's a memory hidden somewhere in the corners of your mind, made and stored away a year ago, back when Vic had introduced you to the rest of the band. Her hand in yours, drunken lips kissing our cheek again and again, an assumption in Thomas’ mind that would only be rectified the next day. No, you were not Victoria's new girl. Yes, you were in fact very interested in men.
You'd started dating a month later.
But now, just for a split second, you had seen the same look on Ethan's face, that short moment of disappointment seeping through his bones, the knowledge of having been too late to get what you want.
But he isn’t.
You show him a smile that you wish could eliminate the need for words, but his eyes keep a certain sadness in them as he smiles back. Thomas is growing heavier against you so you gently shake him off before he falls asleep on you. It’s a justified fear - he’s done it before. You watch as he blinks the tiredness away and goes back to cleaning the kitchen, rag rubbing over a spot that hasn’t seen dirt in forever. You laugh to yourself, taking it from him.
“Time for bed, maybe?” you suggest.
The place is fine for now, you decide. Most of the mess is gone or at least contained in trash bags that can wait for tomorrow to be taken out. Thomas’ eyes are a droopy tell-tale sign that the night has caught up with him, tiredness combined with alcohol overwhelming his senses. He nods before pressing a chaste kiss against your lips.
Ethan still lingers. He’s toeing an invisible line that only you and he can see. You don’t know if he knows you’re aware. The conflicting emotions on his face are obvious, though.
You don’t expect him the one to make a move.
“Can I sleep here tonight?”
It’s an innocent question, really. Unless it isn’t. And it isn’t.
You look back at Thomas. There's a rare clarity in his eyes behind the drunkenness. You wonder how much he does now. How Ethan has been behaving when it's just been the two of them. If there's that same look of having missed out on Ethan's face. If he ever said something that made Thomas stop in his tracks just that little bit. Because he doesn’t seem terribly surprised right now.
You decide you take it as a silent agreement.
Reaching out, you let Ethan take your hand before moving your other against Thomas’ palm. You pull both of them into the bedroom.
There’s no need to be modest. You’re aware Ethan and Thomas have seen each other naked multiple times and your clothes fall to the ground just as easily.
Thomas is in bed first. It’s not a surprise, he usually is. He only pulls the covers up halfway. It’s winter, but he tends to run hot after drinking. The dark plum bedding all around him makes him look even paler, even softer, and you get rid of your underwear as quickly as possible. His skin is warm next to you as you cuddle up to him, hands stroking over his body in familiar patterns.
It feels routine until Ethan carefully moves into the bed behind Thomas. It’s a bit of a squeeze, but neither of you minds. Not as he slings his arm over Thomas’ and your hips over the safety of the blanket. Thomas smiles at you, not turning around to look at Ethan, and then pushes the covers away until Ethan’s unmoving limb rests directly on his and your skin.
“I hope you know the one rule I have about people getting into bed with me,” Thomas mumbles and you can see his eyelids starting to fall shut. “I get paid in cuddles.”
With that, Thomas shuffles backward until he hits Ethan’s chest. He looks alarmed for a second, but then you can see his body relax too. He melts into Thomas, his breathing evening out as he gets used to the close skin contact, how Thomas arches to mold perfectly against him. It’s hard to wipe the content smile off your face, even though your muscles ache to relax and allow you to drift to sleep.
Thomas is fast asleep already, you notice. You’re not surprised. Ethan is still staring at the back of his head. You can feel the wheels in his mind spinning. Taking his hand from where it rests on your hipbone, you lift it toward your mouth. His eyes are on you as you press a soft kiss on his knuckles, on the back of his hand, then turn it around to move your lips against his palm.
It’s as if things fall into place. It’s the look on his face.
When you let go, he moves his hand to your waist instead. It feels like a more intimate touch, it feels right.
There are questions to be asked and answers to be discussed. You’re not deluding yourself into thinking there aren’t. But none of them are for tonight. None of them are for right now, with Ethan and Thomas in your bed and the most peaceful slumber you’ve ever had awaiting you.
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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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Blue Valentine — Thomas Raggi
—note: it’s been so since i wrote something for måneskin…please please request something because i wanna write for them but have no ideas
—TW: stealing hehe, fluff | thomas raggi x fem!reader
—summary: After a party the reader meets a boy with a motorcycle
—words: 1.3k
THE WORDS IN ITALICS ARE LYRICS OF THE SONG ‘BETWEEN THE BARS’ BY ELLIOTT SMITH
You end up leaving with regret. You don't want to go back to the party. In addition, the effects of alcohol are beginning to dissipate: You tremble with cold and your head throws you atrociously. Arms crossed in a vain attempt to comfort and venture randomly into the street. There are not even cats, it seems that you are alone. Footsteps resonate in silence.
“Drink up baby,
stay up all night with the things you could do,
you won't but you might…”
You take the opportunity to sing, just to warm up.
“The potential you be that you never see,
the promises you'll only make. Drink up one more time,
and forget all about the pressure of days.
Do what I say and I'll make you okay,
I'll drive away the images stuck in your head…”
The coolness of the street and the dull noise of cars in the distance take a weight off your shoulders. You feel strangely lighter. Maybe because you are far away from the party, or perhaps because you're disappointed.
“People you've been before that you don't want around anymore…” A second voice is added to yours. “They push each other and won't bend to your will, I'll keep them still.”
The voice is clear and suave. You immediately turn around to see a slender silhouette wedged against a black motorcycle a few metres away. Same black shirt that reads joy division same face. He's the boy with the red chipped guitar
“You have a pretty voice” he compliments. “Why didn't you go on stage earlier?”
“I don't sing in public.” You bite your lower lip, unsure of his intentions. After all, you don't know him.
“It's a shame.” He detaches himself from the machine and advances nonchalantly a few steps, hands in his pockets.
“I didn't hear you with the noise there was,” you said.
“I know, it was hell, we couldn't play.” You remembered how his bandmates were angry at everyone, voices louder than the strings of the guitar, the bass.
“Are there many of you?” You say, trying to convince him that you didn't really pay attention to the small improvised stage, but you remembered every face that was up there with him.
“Yeah, I have bandmates”
“Oh, so you're a real artist?” He smiles and seems to understand a joke that escapes.
“Not you?” It's your turn to smile.
“ It´s not my field.”
“I would say that…” He tilts his head and pretends to think. “Are you writing?”
You nod your head and then sniff. The freshness is starting to feel serious, if you don't go home soon, you'll get cold. “What betrayed me?”
“I don't know, I guessed it as soon as I saw you.” He says and glances back at his motorcycle. “How do you get home?” He asks without giving up his half-smile, a child's smile.
A sigh leaves your lips. “I'm supposed to spend the night with a friend, my father is coming to pick me up in the morning” a tone so bleak that he raises his eyebrows.
“Did you leave the party early?”
“I was fed up.” You rub the floor with the tip of your boot. “It's only one o'clock in the morning.”
Your gazes meet, and you can already tell the next question he's about to ask, and you already know the answer you would give him.
“Do you want to go for a ride?
[...]
The wind caressed your cheek and dragged the scent of his jacket. A fragrance, both intriguing and luxurious, you could recognize the notes of wood.
As you held him by the waist, the engine roared to life, and the motorcycle surged forward , carrying you both into the night. The cool breeze whipped against your face, ruffling your hair and awakening your senses. The city lights straked past, creating a blur of colors.
On his back you could feel the vibrations of the mototcycle beneath you, the ehythmic rumble resonating through your body. It was a thrilling sensation. Yet, being with him, it felt oddly liberating.
Your breath feels upside down, it makes you forget that you have no idea where he is taking you, forget that you don't know the time he will bring you back. Everything is fine, for the moment. You want to laugh, dance and sing. The feeling of speed reminds you of cycling without hands when you were younger.
When we descend, the stars are reflected on the river that runs along Verona. Thomas - that's his name - takes a bottle of white wine out of the trunk of his motorcycle. So you walk in the cool night, bottle in hand. He doesn't think about the small size for a wine or the fact that you don't drink. He doesn't tease you, he's not heavy like all the others are. He drinks quietly, from time to time, observes and listens and you imitate him.
Most of the noise comes from the nearby cafes and bars.
He proposes that we rent a boat to cross the river. I accept but warn him that you don't know how to swim. He makes no remarks, he is not surprised. And even if you knew how to, you doubt that there will be people renting at this hour.
“I will save you if you fall, " he just answers by catching the oars on each side of the gondola. There’s no one there. You can’t help the feeling of stealing.
So you sail on the shore. The noise of the city fades and the crickets are singing. Fireflies appear. They form dozens of small lights that are all reflected in Thomas' eyes. His eyes whose intensity is close to the abyss. You don't see the end. It's beautiful, it's undeniable.
He is calm too, and his half smile is similar to that of a child. You have never seen anyone like this boy before. His smell embalmed the air again and you want to fill your lungs with it. He is still stoned, which dilates his pupils in an exaggerated way. He begins to hum a melody and the sound of his voice transports you elsewhere.
“Are you writing song right now?” He asks suddenly.
“It happens sometimes” You said, keeping your eyes closed.
“Give me a title you wrote.” His voice is getting closer.
“Blue Valentine.”
“I love it” His breath is mentholated and your eyelids remain closed. “What is it about?”
Now you feel him distinctly, his smell. It surrounds you like a halo, you bathe right in it: you are in Paradise. And the sound of his voice, it is almost made up of material, you can almost feel it.
“From a slightly chaotic girl. Of a love that is not enough.” You refuse to open your eyes, you don't know why, you have the impression that they are welded. His face on yours. A warm breath hugs your cheeks. You feel it very close, very close.
“And what is the last verse?” He moves his lips while talking, and touches yours.
“The bread will be my redemption.” His lips gently and voluptuously crush on yours. You can feel a smile and wonder if it's about the kiss or if he's making fun of the last verse.
An electric current runs through and gently ignites. His lips are delicately sweet. The contact does not last more than a second but it is enough to turn your head. Colors dance under your eyelids, his mouth is like two petals. He marries mine perfectly. So perfect that it's almost unreal.
Your eyes are open: he is only a few centimeters from you and his look is so intense that you feel something melting. His face is too perfect, he's too close, you are going to erupt. His blonde locks, his smell is too stunning, even his Adam's apple seems to make you look.
Without a word, Thomas leans in once again, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the electric embrace. It feels like a spark igniting a fire within you, a rush of emotions surging through your veins.
As the kiss lingers, you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body. It's not just the physical contact but also the emotional connection that seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. In this moment, you forget about the regrets and disappointments of the party.
When you finally break apart, a sense of exhilaration and wonder lingers in the air. You both catch your breath, your eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes. The electric energy continues to crackle between you, fueling an unspoken desire for more.
Who is this boy and what is he doing? You look at each other like this for several seconds that seem endless. And finally you put a word about the sensation that passes through you: electric.
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👙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
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° 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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Måneskin Masterlist
✭ - smut
♡ - fluff
➳ - angst
۵ - hurt/comfort
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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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so...you're taking requests 😏
what do you think about some headcanons or smth with må(or thomas) x fashiondesigner!reader
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yes yes big apologies for me doing this 5 months after you sent it lol
word count:<1000
tw: swearing, light mention of stress
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DAMIANO DAVID
ok so first he will watch you for hours while you stitch, sew, crochet, knit, etc.
eventually will want to learn the basics of creating these clothes
ends up wearing a lot of what your label produces
“rest your hands, amore, you’ve been working all day”
will contribute ideas when you have none
def gives you motivation to continue what you love
did i mention he loves to wear what you make?
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ETHAN TORCHIO
oh my god now if this isn’t his dream
will most definitely wear your label
in fact his closet will be mostly your label
massages your hands every now and then when you’re stressed
critiques your works
respectfully of course
we love our respectful king
anyway
hangs out with you whenever you have to do a long boring project
gives you ideas for your projects
when he’s on the road/busy, he pays for mani pedis
always tells you how proud he is of what you’ve done
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THOMAS RAGGI
absolute fucking simp for your work
will sit and just listen to the hum of your sewing machine while you work
“Cara signora, your fingers are so blistered”
will also do hand massages because we love a soft boy
knows a little about fashion designing himself
makes good pointers and helps with releases and advertising
there’s probably only 3 pieces in his wardrobe that’s not your label
keeps you motivated
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Victoria De Angelis
very similar to thomas, a fucking simp for your work
probably makes her pasty’s out of ur scraps lmao
strokes your hair while your sewing
all of her wardrobe is your label
makes it clear everywhere that she is the significant other of a world class fashion designer
always puts lotion and rubs your hands every night
also does ur nails hehe
always gives suggestions and feedback
loves to help
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aaaaaand that’s about it. sorry it sucks lol i’m a little rusty.
send in more requests lovelies! check my master list to see who i write for!!! bye bye friends!!!!
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Poll: Which fic do I finish?
While writing Guardian Angel I've started a lot of fics. I'm going to post the beginning of each and let you vote on which one I should finish. (Depending on the fic, I might let you vote to change the character) Please reblog this post. Tumblr still hasn't fixed my blog so no one is getting my notifications or tags.
#1 Quirk
Quirk was the language you’d decided on. You called it a problem, Thomas called it fucking adorable, and quirk seemed neutral. Sometimes you’d blame it on him. Tommy loved your rty talk, insisted upon it. The closer you got to orgasam, the more it became descriptors and ramblings, instead of intentional and sexy.
You couldn’t just stop talking altogether when things become less polished. Falling silent would be awkward. Tom would worry about your pleasure and check-in. You’d already tried that. Most of all it was hard to shut up when Thomas was hanging on to your every word. Especially when you were on top, and he was gazing up at you like the mortal equivalent of Aphrodite. Eyes wide, but also threatening to flutter closed from the stimulation. Pillow, pink lips parted, sexy little teeth showing, and flushed beautifully, elegant nose included.
“I love it when you talk to me,” he admitted in the afterglow.
#2 Panic
Thomas snapped at you, probably because he needed an outlet and you were the closest thing. It really upset you. Not because he was cruel, or because your boyfriend wasn’t allowed to have a bad day. Thomas simply didn’t externalize stress onto his loved ones. He’d play some violent video game or destroy his nails by picking the polish off or shred his guitar until it was out of horrousicly tune. Taking it out on you, however? A very irregular occurrence.
You’d still slept in the same bed that night, both wide awake for different reasons. His breathing was off, almost panicked. Thomas would get these runaway, anxious trains of thought that sped his heart rate up. He couldn’t stop the worrying.
#3 Something New
Two years ago it might have freaked Thomas out, but he’d matured as a sexual partner since then. He understood that him and sex toys were on the same team. He knew lube was his friend, not his competition. Sure, sometimes natural excretions are enough. Sometimes a carefully selected lubricant can make things more comfortable. There was also a third option: menstrual blood, which he fondly coined nature’s bonus lube.
He’d tried this euphemism when proposing maybe not avoiding sexual contact like the plague for six days every month. Which is when he learned that a questionable father figure and all your brothers had acted like your period was the most disgusting thing in the universe.
It started with dropping to your knees in front of him as soon as you got home from work.
#4 Awake
The last time you checked your phone with an exasperated huff it had read 10:45pm. Ethan was supposed to text you when he was going to be home 15 minutes ago. It wasn’t a particularly significant amount of time, but you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He’d occupied your thoughts nearly every moment of this very long day that had rendered you exhausted to the point of vertigo.
Regardless, Ethan had brought back an obscene lingerie set from France and gifted it to you this morning. So tonight's plans had been implied hours ago. The body suit and garter belt was gorgeous and so fucking uncomfortable that you wanted to time wearing it until the last minute. No matter how sleepy you felt, the adrenaline and endorphins of the moment would keep you going.
#5 Satin, Lace, and Other Pretty Things Part (continued)
Digging through what you affectionately referred to as your little box of horrors, was even more fun than you anticipated. You’d forgotten the full contents of your sex toy collection since you’d moved in with Thomas and stuffed it at the bottom of a closet. He had a barricade up that you were always testing the bounds of, trying to gently work around. Anal fingering? Fine (as long as you didn’t really talk about it). Rimming? Nope.
Thomas made up for this with orgasams galore, so you were far from bored. However, you also knew that wiping out a 10 inch neon green dick and balls with a suction cup at the base would just intimidate, and maybe also traumatize him. So you kept the more adventurous items in your collection tucked away in case they became appropriate later on. At the bottom of this innocuous looking plastic container, was your strap on harness. It was simple, because that's all you could afford when it came to quality leather and an adjustable o-ring.
You sat with your back to the wall, amongst phallices and vibrators spread out on the hardwood floor, running the black straps through your fingers.
#6 Colleagues
Embarrassingly enough, it was the most action you’d gotten in months. You were turning a corner, nose in your field trip roster, not watching your surroundings because the building was practically empty. His tennis shoes were quiet enough that you didn’t see Damiano until walked right into you. This wasn't a meet cute bumping into each other, you fully collided and lost balance.
“Oh shit! Shit!” He pulled you against him to stop your fall and hold you upright. For a second you were a few inches away from one of the most beautiful faces god had ever created. Giant brown eyes, jaw sharper than a blade, sky high cheekbones and an inhuman level of symmetry. Damiano knocked everything in your hands loose, a folder full of papers scattered on the shiny floor.
#7 Alpha!Ethan
“Ethan, hold your breath,” Damiano exclaims. It’s a harmless enough request that he obliges rather than asking why. Being the most rational member of Maneskin was a chaotic experience at best. That is until Dami breaks out into laughter, Victoria snickering with a hand over her mouth. Ethan hears the door shut and looks in your direction.
Walking into a room where you're the subject of the latest joke was never a great feeling. Your alpha’s bandmates were never cruel, but the power differential always made you feel like a target on some level. Even if it was just teasing between friends, they were all alphas and you were an omega. All eyes were on you: Dami and Victoria because they thought your influence over the ever-composed Ethan was hilarious. Your boyfriend looked annoyed and Thomas awkward.
#8 DILFiano (continued)
Three hours: barely a respectable amount of time to party hop with your friends before asking to go home. It’s not like you didn’t have a good excuse: they wanted to drive over an hour to some bougie party in the hills. Icarus liked to use her dad's name to get into events every now and then, just for the thrill of it...
“Is it okay to just drop you off at mine? Or do you need me to take you home?” Your heart jumps at the prospect of spending time in the David’s home. Pretending you were on this little adventure for Icarus was morally and emotionally exhausting. It’s not that you didn’t care about your friend, but because the globe had shifted its axis.
#9 More Than Friends
You were going to tell her. Victoria had made her intentions clear, and insisted you don’t answer right away.
“There's no time line. I’m sorry if this – I don’t want you to feel pressured. We’re still friends like before. Even if you’re not interested. Okay?” You open your mouth to agree. “Don’t say anything just yet,” she blurts. You raise your eyebrows, asking if now you’re allowed to say something.
“Sorry, sorry, uh! I ask you a question then interrupt you. I’m just…” Vic sighs and looks at her hands, fingers chipping at the navy nail polish. “I’m so fucking nervous,” she confesses. Her suitcase stood by the door: so nervous she waited until the very last minute.
#10 Information Introductions (continued)
“Whatever you want.” You’re on your sides, facing each other. Damiao has both his hands tucked under his head like a pillow, like you’re at your first sleepover. It's such a sharp contrast to the man who just coaxed you towards orgasam with such tenderness for the past...15 minutes? You look up to the vintage clock on your wall, still ticking away.
“40 minutes? Is your leg okay?” Damiano chuckled.
“Yeah, it's fine.” His voice lilted up on the last syllable, like the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile. You wanted to drag your fingertips along his side, but initiating touch felt like you were reaching out into the dark.
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──── as it was ────
Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Ex Gf/Drummer Fem! Reader (SMAU)
Summary: You write a song about your ex boyfriend, not a problem. The problem? You make it blatantly obvious that you’re still in love with him, and everyone can tell… including him
Warnings: Swearing, cringe alert
A/N: i did this for pure fun, pls tell me if you’d like this to be turned into a mini series or something because I’d be so fucking down for it
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i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week - an Ethan Torchio blurb
Pairings : Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader
Summary: Your relationship's decay leaves both of you haunted by the other.
Words: 880
A/N: Quick blurb that came about from the Arctic Monkeys' song Do I wanna know?
Warnings: it's angsty
MASTERLIST
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Ethan woke up in the middle of the night, sweat covering his body. He knew he still had plenty of time to sleep, yet it felt that now that he was awake, sleep was very far off.
He sat up in the bed and reached to the nightstand to take his phone, always looking for that notification, for a sign, anything from you.
Yet there was none.
He’d driven your home after your last dinner and gone home himself, wishing that he’d invited you over to stay instead. Your relationship was still fresh, not even a year in, yet with his travelling and your business, it felt like the two of you had been together for even less time but he was smitten.
But there was trouble in paradise.
**
Wherever he travelled, he’d send you pictures and the two of you would exchange sweet voice notes and be on calls whenever possible, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more and so did you, but there wasn’t much to be done.
You wanted this to work, you wanted it more than anything else but there was doubt in your heart despite the affection that you felt for him. You felt doubt that you would be enough, doubt that the distance would eventually destroy everything that you were trying to build between you two.
Unconsciously, you made your choice.
You started building a wall around your heart, trying desperately to protect it from the heartbreak that you felt was inevitable.
You started texting less, calling less, replying with monosyllabic texts, busying yourself more and more as you tried to protect your heart and ensure your own survival in the worst possible outcome that you expected to happen.
Yet, the one thing that you had promised to do, you didn’t. You didn’t protect him.
When Ethan realised he was losing you, he was in denial and tried to keep you. He tried and tried, with small and grand gestures to show that he was not going anywhere, that he was committed and that he wanted to make it work with you.
Part of him felt like you deserve better, part of him knew that you deserve someone that would be there and in those moments he hated his job and his passion for keeping him away from you.
He wanted to be there, to celebrate your wins, to be there when you needed him, not just through text but to also be able to hold you, to comfort you.
The more you stepped away, the more he felt haunted, the more it affected both of you.
You started closing off, turning more and more into a workaholic and not leaving much space for anything else - be it time for friends, family or emotions. No room for anything that might leave space for thought or feeling, just work.
And him? Well, he wasn’t able to give 100% at work either. His performances went down a bit and he did what he had to do but his heart wasn’t in it.
“You two either need to figure it out or break up.” Vic suggested, after seeing her friend suffer for long enough. “I know you like them but this whole thing is affecting you.”
“Of course it’s affecting me. I like them a lot and I want this to work.”
“Then make it work.”
“It doesn’t depend only on me.”
**
“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Eth.” You told him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, not really allowing yourself more.
“It was my pleasure. When will I see you again?” He asked, kissing your hand.
“I am not sure about that yet, my schedule is quite packed but maybe before you’re off again conquering the world.” You told him, trying to leave the bitterness out of your tone.
“I’d love that. And I’d love to take you with me some time.”
“Sure, we can talk about that.” You agreed, knowing that it wasn’t likely to happen. You kissed him very gently, your heart leaping for a moment before you got out of the car and into your apartment, leaving him downstairs alone as you had an early start to the day and he needed all the sleep he could get.
You wanted to text him good night, text him something to make sure that he’d gotten home alright but you stopped yourself from doing it. Instead, you went through your nightly routine and went to bed trying not to think about the handsome man that you were pushing away and the chances that were going to be gone soon.
He also went home. He put his hair up, took a shower and went to bed, checking if you’d texted him but only to find disappointment on the phone screen.
Nothing.
Silence.
Even when he was there, there was only silence.
**
Hours later when he woke, after a dream where you were in his home, the two of you sharing a meal and making plans, there was a brief moment when in sleepiness, he thought it had been real.
It wasn’t.
He stared at the chat again, reading and rereading the last texts between you two.
He wrote in the little chat bubble.
I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
He didn’t send it.
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