#ethan torchio fluffly

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One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

———–-------

You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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Ethan Torchio☆ fic recs p.2

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fourth part

♡ = smut, 18+ only 

the måneskin members comforting their partner waking up from a nightmare headcanons

the members of måneskin when their s/o is stressed

måneskin with an S/O with bad menstrual periods

the members of måneskin reacting to their s/o’s self-harm scars

shopping in italy with måneskin headcanons

mornings with the members of måneskin

sleeping; a måneskin headcanon

ethan flirting headcanons

massages headcannons

fluffly fic with ethan

homesick

♡maneskin kinks

♡a lesson of good manners

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Daddy's fav // Dad!Ethan x Reader Fluff Fic

prompts: Ethan helping his kid to bake a pizza for you + the ask I got about Ethan making his kid repeat affirmative words to herself in front of a mirror.

warnings: none

At first Ethan thought that what made him wake up was the dryness in his throat due to the heater. But when he felt thin, icy fingers touching his arm under the covers, his heart softened, forgetting what the weather was doing to him. His baby just wanted his attention.

“Are you feelin’ cold, little one?” His voice scratched and he doubted she understood him.

Alice was trying disastrously to steal a piece of cloth to herself.

Ethan lifted the cover, allowing her to nestle into him. Then, his arms squeezed her, pulling some purrs out of his girl. Without a doubt the best feeling he could ever feel, even more knowing that when he was on the road he couldn't have that. Soon it would be happening again and he would be missing every minute of it.

“Mommy told me that I could stay ‘ere 'til you wake up,” she murmured, snuggling into his warm even more.

“How long ago was that?” He asked. Usually, he would wake up before you, go out on the balcony, get a good look at the view and wait until you join him to smoke. You would hug him from behind and that would last until Alice wake up looking after you. That was a brief summary of his lockdown, he was having a good time with it.

“Not sure. Maybe 20 minutes or somethin'? Mommy’s workin’.”

Ethan looked at the bedside clock, smiling to himself after reading once again the post-it note that you had left there a week ago written 'love you, babe xx', and as expected, he had slept more than his new usual routine one more time.

“‘Kay,” he said, still processing it. “Are you well? why did you get up so early?”

“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream that made me wet bed,” Ethan thought of a joke about it, but feeling her body shudder as she spoke, he gave up. “Then I waited ‘til one of you woke up to help me.”

“That’s all right, little one. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on her head, “Did ya have breakfast?”

She bobbed, “Mommy’s cooked fried eggs and mushrooms to me.” Alice rubbed her belly with a happy face.

“Oh gosh,” he stood up, wrapping Alice like a burrito filling between the covers. “How could I miss it?” His hand was brought up to his chest in a dramatic act.

“No need to complain. She saved a bit for you ‘cause she loves you." She said simply, eyes far away as if reliving the breakfast scenario she had minutes ago in her head. "I think it was kind of automatic, but I saw her keeping some in a bowl on the microwave.”

Ethan laughed at her words choices, making her smile spread because she knew he liked how she described feelings.

“Huh, I love her too, pumpkin. Did she eat?” He asked, knowing fully well that you barely eat when it was too early. Mentally, he noted himself that he needed to give you some snack before lunch.

“No,” She looked at him thoughtfully as he tried to make the bed with her slipping to the corner. “Can we cook lunch for mommy? Like somethin’ nice?”

She raised her arms for Ethan to catch her. In which he gladly did, stretching the piece of sheet she was lying on a minute ago.

“Sounds good. What do you have in mind?” He asked, wondering if inside her little mind ‘love’ meant cooking for someone you care about.

———

You had a pout on your lips and a bad posture attributing to your home office journey. Your concentration prevented you from paying attention to anything external that didn’t involve your work. It wasn't even halfway through the day and you were already feeling so tired.

So, in the seconds Ethan went through the door and placed a bowl of fruits near your desk top, he had gone unnoticeable. Something that was only possible thanks to your headphones, otherwise you would have recognized Ethan’s steps around the house. Ethan became noticeable to you when he rested his hand on your shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple. You hadn't been scared but you felt your blood run cold when you heard a ton of ‘awn’ over the meeting. The look on his face said he knew what he had done, even if he didn't intent to. Crooked teeth and an adorable shy smile with a light head toss on full display just for you, and a few other people on the call.

“I’m sorry, babe. I forgot those things are meant to be live.” He spoke as soon as he saw you turning off your camera and microphone. You laughed at his cuteness.

It was still possible to hear a little rant about how nice Ethan was when you were removing your headphones, you were secretly loving it. Ethan had definitely heard that too. Your whole face was a hot mess at that.

“That’s okay,” you snorted, opening and closing your hands like babies do when they want to grab something. “That was a great way to say good mornin’." You mumbled as he approached you again, allowing you to hug his waist.

“Good ‘cause I just stopped by to wish you a good day.” He brushed your hair off your face, patting your back in a tight grip.

He sealed his lips with yours and before his mind could take him to other fields you stopped him, “Alice's peeking through the door.”

"Oh, I could have thought of that. I told her to stay away from the office so as not to disturb you." He clarified. "I told her that in a nice way, of course.” He explained. You could perfectly imagine him saying this to her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I‘ll leave so I’m not the one disturbing you, babe.”

You grunted, knowing that it was necessary even if it wasn't what you wanted, “Ethan,” you called for his attention, as if you didn’t have it already, before he was away from your body. “Thanks for this!” You touched the jar with your fingertips, just to let him know you liked it. A simple gesture that he always did and you'd always find quiet adorable.

He didn't say anything else, just blinked an eye on his way to the door. Alice's laughter filled the broker right after, Ethan had probably caught her on her way out, ticking her until she said she was sorry. You wanted to go there and watch the scene, but for now you’d be working.

———

“Daddy, is that enough?” Alice asked, her cheeks full of flour as she deposited more on the table.

Ethan reserved the pot with sauce, walking over to Alice; who seemed to be delighted with the idea that she was making her own pizza.

“That’s too much, pumpkin. No more flour for you,” he pulled out the bag out of her hands, making sure she didn't fall off the bench she was on - failing on trying to reach dad's height. “The dough looks nice. You did a great job!”

“Does that mean we can open it?” She asked, wearing her best smile to convince him that she cloud do this.

Ethan took one last look at the dough. He had prepared it last night with you, between kisses and sips of wine, it had potential. His girl would probably destroy it, but he couldn’t resist her.

“Here,” he said, handing her the rolling pin so she could do that, and also standing by her side to supervise what her little hands were capable of. With his help it could be a minor disaster. “You need to pour a lil’ bit flour and carefully roll it up, like that.” Using the - amount - remnants of flour she had left on the table, he waited for her to hold the roll so he could put his hands over hers.

The end result was a crooked pizza shape, it was definitely not round and much less oval. He even tried to fix it, but as Alice was proud of her final result, he decided not to touch it anymore. He spread the sauce over the dough while Alice placed the tomatoes he had chopped up around the pizza. He was proud of her too.

“Can we put that green thing mommy likes?”

“Basil? You don’t like it Alice,”

“I do not, but mommy does!” She put her hands on her hips, frowning at him. Cute, even though Ethan knew it was a scolding. “We can make half mommy and half Alice. And you can choose the one you prefer!”

He laughed, trying not to burst at her sweetness, “Sure we can, smart one.”

———

“Dad, you like my hair?” Her apprehensive voice echoed through the room.

"Why the question?" He frowned, watching her as her fingers ran through the length of his braid. Her eyes weren't sad, but still worrying, and they avoided looking him in the eye even through the mirror. “I like your hair, it's a good mix of me and your mum.” He affirmed, resting his chin on her shoulder. Her arms hugged her torso, she looked gloomy, and as wrong as it seemed, watching her standing on a bench in front of the mirror was the cutest thing in the world to him.

“I wish it looks like yours.” Her eyes filled with water, breaking his heart.

Sensing that she would turn to him, seeing as whenever she cried, she snuggled into his chest, he held her in place as he lifted her chin a bit against her will. “Hey, you’re pretty as fuck.” He whispered, making Alice's eyes widen.

“Still —“ He shook his head, before her momentary negativity could answer for her.

“I won't let you say anything negative about yourself, pumpkin.” Ethan hugged her waist, studying her face in the mirror. “You don’t think you’re pretty?”

Alice remained silent, glancing at him only for a moment. The answer never came.

“Okay, look at me,” he said, waiting for her to do as he asked. “You are beautiful, like the most beautiful girl in the world, your hair is beautiful, just like all your looks, I love hearing your voice, seeing your eyes shining, your freckles and so many other things about you.” Ethan said it all at once, pouring his heart out. Alice, embarrassed but feeling a bit better, had her lips between her teeth to hide a smile and her eyes were devoid of any trace of tears after her dad's words. Ethan felt good in his role as her father, he would never let his girl think less of herself. “Go, now say that out loud.”

“What?” She tensed in his arms, looking at him dubiously.

“Yep, exactly what I said. Repeat after me, huh?” She agreed. “I’m beautiful.” He said in his steady voice, with a smile on his face to encourage her.

Alice took a deep breath, looked at him, dropped her arms to her sides, closed her eyes and repeated it out loud.

“Perfect, see?” Ethan assured her, nodding his head excessively, making her let out a hearty laugh. “Now with your eyes open, I’m a amazing girl.”

She kept herself cheerful, radiant before his eyes, “I’m a amazing girl.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.” She said even louder this time, warming Ethan's chest.

“I’m very proud of you, girl!” Ethan exclaimed, noticing you smiling beside the door. You shook your head as if asking not to mention you were there, he knew you wanted to make it their own moment, even if you always said the same thing to her every morning before she got up.

“Can I have braids too?” She asked, taking his attention away from you. She already had a scrunchies on hand and his cell phone for him if he needed it. Ethan could already imagine you holding back a laugh.

Ethan certainly didn't know what he was doing. Alice was trying to help him, with all the excitement she had in her now, but that was just getting in the way; he was being patient. Like he’d always be for her. The way he arched his brow, with a small pout on his lips as he struggled to understand a braid tutorial on YouTube was the cutest thing ever and all you needed after hours of work. He would do his own without any kind of difficulty, yet doing it on someone else wasn't his greatest talent.

“Here, let me finish this for you, babe.” you patted his arm.

Alice's face lit up in a huge smile, making your belly do somersaults. On the other hand, Ethan was relieved, she would have a perfect braid. In a deep breath, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You won’t believe what me and daddy did for you?”

You knew what it was. After all, you had made the initial steps with Ethan the night before. It was already Ethan's plan to put her to cook since you went to the market last week to buy ingredients that you wouldn't normally have at home; apparently making pizza, even more considering that Ethan almost never stayed home for longer, before the lockdown wasn’t your cup of tea.

“I can't imagine what it is, pumpkin. I just know it smells like heaven.” you commented, pinning her braid that you had done in about three minutes.

Ethan snorted in disbelief. “How can ya do that?”

You laughed as Alice wrapped her arms around your neck, giggling at Ethan's reaction with you. “Thanks daddy, but mommy’s the best.”

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“Don't ler her spy!” Alice exclaimed. Ethan's hands was covering her eyes as you entered the main room. At every step, your belly felt happier.

You didn't expect much. Alice was stubborn and Ethan didn't fail to fulfill her wishes. Still, it warmed your heart, you couldn't wait to see the result of it; you’ve been thinking about it all day.

Free from Ethan's hands, you showed Alice your best expression of surprise, “Oh god, did you make pizza?”

“Yeah, for you.” She said beaming; big brown eyes and soft spots on her cheeks that were similar to Ethan's.

“You did it by yourself?”

“Dad helped,” she quickly replied.

“But the whole idea was hers. All credit goes to her.” Ethan added, sitting on the floor while bringing Alice with him.

“That’s awesome! Do you want to cut it to pieces and have the first slice, pumpkin?”

She nodded, hesitating to take the pizza cutter from your hand.

Putting the pizza on the coffee table, next to her and Ethan, you held the shape for her, guiding her through words so she could succeed.

Carefully, she did it, picking up a crooked and sloppy slice in her hands. “The first one is for you, and the second for you.” She gave Ethan another messy piece.

It tasted surprisingly good, and by the look on Ethan’s face you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“This is freakin’ good, pumpkin!” He praised, sharing his slice with her; that by the expressions she had on her face, similar to what her dad did minutes ago, made you sure she had liked it too.

“I loved it, thanks, pumpkin,” you smiled, watching her snuggle up to Ethan’s chest as he tried to prevent her from making a mess. “Next time, I’ll be your helper.”

“Aye, can we make cookies for daddy? With lots of drops of chocolate? Just like dad loves, huh?”

Her cheek was resting slightly on Ethan's chest, her voice still radiated happiness but in a more subdued way; her busy day was starting to take effect. Ethan started rubbing her back, kissing her hairline so softly that it would be a matter of minutes until she fell asleep on his arms.

Ethan's body vibrated in a soft laughter and you didn't know if it was because she was asleep in his arms or because of what she had said about him.

“We're going to bake the best cookies for Dad.” You whispered, leaning your head against Ethan’s shoulder. His hair brushed across your face, making nice tickles that made you want to move closer to him. Her eyes slowly closed as her fingers tightened on Ethan's shirt, the last thing she could do before falling asleep was let out a cute sigh while snuggling up in a better position against dad's chest.

You took Ethan's hand in yours, getting some of his warm to yourself. Then, he brought it to his lips, placing several kisses there. He smelled fresh. You kissed his cheek, enjoying the silence while admiring his shaved beard and curls on his nape and his so well-designed lips and soft spots and eyes, “I promised I'd read to her tonight,”

“Well, I don't think it will be necessary,” he replied while you yawned in your hands. “Do you want me to read you to sleep, babe?”

“Not really,” you wrinkled your nose, nuzzling into his side. “Although sleeping listening to your voice is never a bad thing.”

He laughed, “I’ll put her in bed. Then I’ll came back and pick you up, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, kissing Alice's head, helping Ethan to wipe her mouth and hands. “I love you, pumpkin. I wish you all the sweet dreams.”

You lay down on the rug, watching him get up with her clinging to his chest like a doll as he was being careful not to hit her around the house.

“Ethan,” he turned to you, with his tired eyes while nodding sweetly. Then, he smiled showing you his crooked, perfect teeth. “I love you.”

“Oh, I fuckin’ love you too, babe.”

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[mywritingonlyfans]

Hiii, how are you? 😊

How about a mini blurp with a really stressed and tired Ethan after a concert being all soft and fluffy with the reader?

not really stressed but deffo tired, I hope you like it, it has 815 words love!! and thanks for the request!!

With your eyes closed, you clasped your hands around his torso, letting the water relax you as the light beat of his heart along with his calm breathing softened your body.

“Someone seems to be pretty tired too,” Ethan muttered, even his voice was slow and quiet over you. “I think it’s time to leave the shower.”

“Not as much as you, golden,” you were right, that was clear just by looking at him. “But yeah, we could just go to bed.” Your arms rested on his as you looked into his tired eyes, pooled with poorly removed makeup. He was hot, but covered by a few drops of water he was even hotter.

His hand brushed against your waist in a weak touch as you were pulling a towel to yourself. Feeling his surroundings in slow motion, he did the same, smiling weakly, watching you dry your body standing next to him; the intimacy of the moment made him feel special to have you, and he knew he really was.

“Stop looking at me and change!” You said in a high-pitched voice that made him laugh lazily. “C’mon, golden, you need to have some sleep.” You added after putting on your panties, ready to rest by his side.

Wrapping your hair in the towel, you waited for him to put on his underwear, forcing him to do the same so the hotel room wouldn't be splashed with water. Still in his sleepy form, he lay down on the soft bed on his back, letting out a pleasant moan.

“I brought my hair dryer,” you muttered, jumping on his side, removing the towel from his hair, pulling your dryer into an outlet near the bed. You didn't even have to bring the object, you were going to spend only one day there with him, but you knew Ethan would probably need it; let alone that his mood the in morning was always better when his hair was shiny and free of sweat.

“You don’t have to,” he sighed so tired that he failed on keeping his eyes open for you.

“I don’t mind, I want to, I even brought you make-up remover and moisturizer!” You sat properly beside him, actually on him, on his bum exactly, tapping your fingers on the vials in your hands to let him know you were being serious about keeping him well taken care of.

“I love you, babe,” he grunted.

“I know,” you replied, parting his hair in a clumsy yet efficient way to make his hair presentable for tomorrow morning. You ran your hand through his locks, helping the dryer to do its job and then brought your fingertips to his hairline, pressing while focusing on providing a good rubbing for him. In a deep, low sigh, you felt his body relaxing beneath you.

“That’s good,” he melted in your touch, feeling specific locks being pulled between your fingers; that was his favorite part, you would braid his hair.

“Stop talkin’, you should focus on sleeping!”

“Huh, I can't sleep ‘cause I want to fall asleep with you,” his words were muffled by the pillow as his mind seemed to dissolve in your hands. As you released his braids, he took your hand in his, kissing your skin and continued, “Like, don’t get me wrong, but I’d enjoy that even though I love it when you on top of me,” you chuckled, feeling warm inside seeing him smiling in return; putting his beautiful teeth on display just for you.

“Fine,” you let your body fall to his side, one of your legs still entwined on him as you placed a kiss on his nose. “But just your eyes now, please!” he snorted, wrapping around your waist as he waited for you to wet the cotton and run it over his eyes; your fingers against his skin was soft and warm, resulting in his desire to touch you get louder than normal inside his mind and pull you closer to his body. “Okay, I’m done.”

“Finally,” his face fit into your chest; his hair tickling against your bare skin as you shifted to hug him better.

A silly, lazy smile formed on your lips, feeling the warm breath come out of his mouth and touch you as his arms wrapped fully around you. Strange how being able to see him with your own eyes, and not just facetime or call, that he was fine left you so relieved and at such a state of mental peace.

“Stop staring at me, you creepy,” he mumbled, only then you realized you were really staring at him. “Go sleep babe, you need some rest too.”

Still ecstatic, you kissed his head and nodded, “sure, but only because I’ll be here to stare at you all day tomorrow.” You added, taking his giggle as a sign of agreement as your last memory from that night before falling asleep pressed to him.

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[mywritingonlyfans]

I think Ethan would be such a loving Dad. And the man has a lot of siblings so the kid would be invaded by love at all times. Now I need someone to write about this ☹️😂

the kid really would!🥺 i can imagine him being a show off too like, "isn't my baby the cutest, just learned how to walk yesterday, look!" and then make the kid happily walk with some little applause comming from him🥺

AAAAAAAND

i remember once seeing a video of a father encouraging his daughter with empowering words and making her repeat it in front of the mirror. now, imagine, ethan doing it, because he totally would.

like, he'd took his little girl in his arms, placing her on top of a bench so that she was as tall as he was, and then saying, "you're beautiful! you're freaking special and loved. never let anyone treat you bad because you are capable of anything, you are amazing!" and the girl would laugh embarrassed, maybe a little unsure of what she had heard about herself and he would just hug her, "c'mon, little one, say it to yourself it will make you feel better, i'm not lying to you. not even lying when talking those things about you." and then he would make the child repeat to herself that she was loved, beautiful and special as he smiled watching her face go from doubt to pure joy and self-confidence.

yeah, i'm in love with ethan dad 😔

[mywritingonlyfans]

I hope you're able to write more of them as parents cause FLUFF! Also please do write Ethan as a parent, just he gives me the dad who will always read to kid. It doesn't matter if he's got something to do, his kid asked him to read a book and so he will read the book

omg🥺

imagine the child waking him up in the middle of the night and he doesn't even bother to cradle the little thing in his arms and start reading or maybe humming songs (sometimes placing little kisses on their head) i'm bursting 😭

and maybe you looking at then like "that's my fav people on world"