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𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 [dec,2023] [the complete series]

🎄Damiano × Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 festive filthiness

° Damiano David/Ethan Torchio/female reader insert ✨ cameos by: Thomas Raggi & Victoria De Angelis

° all you want for christmas is some alone time with your boyfriends

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° merry christmas ya filthy animals. this is lore's fault (@lifeofa-fangirl ) 💋 thanks for encouraging me past my bedtime [requests are open! but commissions are priority! there are 2 fics currently in cue, secure your own spot here!]

° i own none of the lyrics included!

“Aw, I wanna sit on Santa's lap.” You said with an exaggerated pout.

You were watching one of your boyfriends getting ready to film a TikTok, they were making some silly content for social media. Selling the new album, that was the goal. And given the time of year, a Christmas theme seemed like the smartest thing to do. You weren’t sure who had come up with this concept, but it had been agreed for Ethan to play the role of Santa - more specifically, taking on the job of a mall Santa. The other three band members would take turns sitting on his lap, asking for a gift. At the end, it would reveal to be the new album and they would act ecstatically happy.

An assistant had rushed out, buying the best hat and fake beard options available. There was a bit of time before they had to be dressed and fully ready for the stage here in Tokyo, so the makeshift set had been prepared. Paz (the lead social media coordinator) was calling the shots, mobile phone in hand, like always.

You weren’t sure how fond you were of this fake, white beard, mostly due to how much of Ethan’s gorgeous face it hid. But you couldn’t help putting your own dirty spin on this scenario. You pictured sitting on his lap and telling him all the things you wanted him to do to you, once everybody but Damiano was gone.

You wondered what you could say that would make Ethan squirm in his seat. Could you turn his cheeks as red as that polyester hat if you reminded him (in great detail) of the Christmas-themed debauchery the three of you had gotten up to in the past? You could talk about that time in December when you had gifted him new bundles of shibari rope in the festive colours of red and green. He had taught you a few different ties, using Damiano to practise, until he was immobilised, then you had worked together to completely overstimulate him. Or maybe Ethan would like to reminisce on the glass, candy cane-shaped dildo your boyfriends had gifted you one Christmas, which you had later used on yourself while video calling them.

These were all wonderful, festive memories for you. But they needed to be kept to yourself for the moment.

“Do you want us to say anything specific?” Damiano asked Paz.

“Nope. We're going to put music over the top of it, some Christmas song.” She said. “You can say whatever you want, you can literally talk to him in Simlish if you want.”

Ethan's eyes lit up at that, and you didn't need to see his mouth to know that he was smiling. “Wetzbow.”

And Damiano instantly replied with a word from the video game's fake language. “Hooba noobie.”

“Are you gonna be holding your cup of tea in the video?” Thomas asked.

“If he wants to.” She said, overruling everyone else immediately. “You can do what you like, anything but shoving your tongue in his ear.”

Damiano groaned dramatically. “Now that's all I wanna do.”

“On your own time, Dam.” Thomas said.

You stood off to the sidelines, out of the camera's view, not wanting to get in the way of their filming. It was very cute to watch, all four of them overacting and Ethan attempting to not fuss with his beard while Paz was filming.

You couldn't hold back your giggles when he was directed to give the camera a cheesy wink to close the video out. It didn’t look like it was coming naturally to him, instead it looked as if he was putting a lot of effort into completing the simple gesture. Was he overdoing it because he feared that otherwise the camera wouldn’t pick it up?

“What are you laughing about?” Damiano asked, the three of them were perched on the chair around Ethan, holding the record sleeves up for the camera to see.

“Yeah, who fucked up?” Victoria asked.

“No, no, there was no fuck up. I’m just- it’s nothing, ignore me.” You said, trying to stifle any further giggles. “Great winking, bubba. You’re really doing a great job.”

“Thank you?” Ethan said it as a question, his brow furrowed and you covered your lips with your hand.

“Alright, let’s give the ending another take and I’m gonna try to get a smooth zoom in on that wink.” Paz said, refocusing everyone. “Are we ready? Let’s go, lots of energy ‘cause you just got the best Christmas gift known to man.”

You bowed your head and turned around as subtly as possible, so as to not disrupt this take. You kept your amusement over him winking like an alien just introduced to the concept to yourself. You could laugh about it with him later.

*** *** ***

You had long since ceased thinking about Santa, in any shape or form. Now that you were back at the hotel after Måneskin's show, your mind was only on relaxing and getting yourself ready for however much sleep you could secure for yourself. You were cuddling up with Ethan in bed.

Damiano was having his last cigarette of the night, out on the room's balcony with a cup of tea (it wouldn't be his last of the night). Ethan was winding down in his own way, scrolling through Reddit on his mobile phone. If he found anything of interest on ‘Out of the Loop', he read them aloud to you.

He got up to use the bathroom, out of the room when Damiano returned inside. You sat up, taking a longer look at your boyfriend.

“Why do you look like you're scheming something?” You asked.

“Me? I look like I’m scheming something?”

“Yes, you do.” You said as he didn’t make any attempt to conceal the cheeky grin on his face.

“I don’t know what I could possibly be scheming.” He said, going over to the table where your backpacks had been dumped upon first arriving back. “Ethan?”

“Bathroom.”

He didn’t try to hide what he was doing and you watched him opening his own bag, pulling a bright red hat out. You identified it as a Santa hat before he was swiftly folding it up and depositing it into the pocket of the baggy pants he wore. You narrowed your eyes, unable to figure out what his goal was.

“Are you sure-?”

The bathroom door made a little click as it opened and he moved over, going to Ethan’s bag instead. You dropped the rest of your question, wanting to see how this played out.

“Do you have any gum, babe?” He asked Ethan.

He walked over, helping Damiano go through his bag. “Gum? Weren't you just having peppermint tea?” Damiano took his hands out of Ethan's bag, seemingly satisfied that Ethan was distracted enough. While Ethan was looking through the contents, Damiano's hand went into his pocket. “Did you not get enough peppermint, or-?”

Ethan was startled into silence when Damiano brought the Santa hat down onto his head. Damiano pulled it down, the white trim resting above Ethan's eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes, looking at Damiano, clueless. You began to giggle even though you still didn't know what he was planning.

“Was this ever about gum?” Ethan asked.

Damiano put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a tap on the nose. “No, it's about you being the cutest Santa in the world. Look. And we should get to enjoy it for longer, more than a stupid TikTok.”

“Okay.” Ethan relented, knowing better than to resist when Damiano was in a playful mood. “Enjoy it, then. What do you want me to do? Is there a certain pose that you are really needing to see me do?”

“You just do whatever pose feels natural for you, bubba.” You said. “Make the character your own.”

“Actually. Come with me.” Damiano said, taking Ethan's hand and leading him over to one of the armchairs. “Sit down, because this is more about me doing a pose for you.”

“Oh?” Ethan sounded intrigued.

You moved towards the end of the bed, also thoroughly intrigued and not wanting to miss anything. Ethan sat down in the seat and fussed a little with the hat, getting the pom-pom to the right spot.

Damiano plucked his phone out of his pocket and threw it towards you. “Help me out, sweet thing.”

You unlocked the screen - you knew the passcodes to all of their devices. His phone opened immediately to a website that showed you lyrics. Now you knew what he was up to.

Damiano stood in front of Ethan's knees and Ethan smiled up at him. He started to reach one hand up above his head and sang the beginning of the song.

“Santa baby…” He sang sweetly and bent his knees, lowering himself. “Slip a little sable under the tree…”

Ethan chuckled, his smile growing. “I'm getting a song? Wow, a private performance just ‘cause I put a cheap hat on.”

“Been an awful good girl…” Damiano sang, getting down to the floor as he kept his eyes on Ethan. “Santa baby…” Damiano put his hands to Ethan's knees and pushed them apart. “And hurry down the chimney tonight…” He rolled his body forward, filling this new space and getting closer to Ethan.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across Damiano's cheeks. He was leaning in and it was clear to you that he wanted to kiss, still smiling, entirely invested in Damiano's shenanigans.

But Damiano denied Ethan the kiss. Instead of kissing him, Damiano stood up and began to walk a slow circle around the seat. He continued singing, not needing any musical accompaniment to keep his focus.

He stood behind Ethan and popped his head over one of Ethan's shoulders. “Next year I could be just as good…” He moved over to the opposite shoulder. “If you check off my Christmas list…

“Santa baby…” You saw his hesitant pause and then his eyes darted over to you as he mumbled over the next words. “Ah, huh- wan'...”

“Yacht.” You read, prompting him from the lyrics in front of you.

He nodded and went back to singing loudly, fully confident again. “...a yacht, and really that's not a lot…”

The slip up hadn't taken away from how captivated Ethan appeared, he kept his eyes on Damiano, turning his head so as to not miss anything. Damiano got in front of Ethan again, turning his back. He leaned forward, hands on his knees as he presented his ass to Ethan. As he continued singing, he slowly rocked from one side to the other, wiggling his butt sensually in Ethan's face. Ethan was still smiling, raising his hands, clearly wanting to grab.

“So hurry down the chimney tonight…”

Damiano faced him, putting his hands to the buttons that ran down the front of his shirt, making a show of undoing them. “Santa honey…” He got the shirt off, but looked to you for more guidance.

“One little thing.” You said, letting him get his groove back.

He found his place in the song and kept singing. He held his shirt in both hands and passed it around the back of Ethan's neck. He used this to bring Ethan forward, his head going to Damiano's bare chest, which Ethan didn't resist.

Damiano began to shimmy his shoulders, making Ethan laugh. He put his hands to the other man's back, his words a little muffled. “Oh, it's been so long since I've had a good motorboating.”

“Fill my stocking with a duplex…”***

Damiano put himself in Ethan's lap, facing him as he reached the end of the song, still so full of energy. “Hurry down the chimney tonight…” He put his hands on Ethan's shoulders, leaning in. “Hurry, tonight.”

Before Ethan could compliment this performance, Damiano was kissing him. Damiano put his hand to the back of Ethan's head, making it clear that he wanted more than a peck. You were glad to not need to help with the lyrics anymore, now you could stop looking at the phone and instead concentrate on them. You watched the way Ethan kept his hands on Damiano's back, the two of them sinking into this embrace and it was just as enjoyable to watch as his singing.

“That was really great, Daddy. I loved it.” Ethan said as Damiano continued to hold the shirt taut around the back of his neck. “You definitely got me feeling the Christmas spirit.”

“Christmas spirit?” Damiano repeated. “That's what you're feeling?”

“Yeah.” Ethan said before kissing him again.

He began looking in your direction a little. “Do you know who else could do with a little Christmas spirit?”

Ethan looked at you too. “Hi.”

You got up from the mattress, starting to walk towards them without any real plan of what to do. “Hi.”

“I heard what you said before.” Damiano told you. “You said you wanted to sit in Santa's lap too.”

Ethan smiled at you. “Did you say that?”

“Well, yeah. Everyone else got a turn sitting in your lap. But I would do it differently to them, a little less camera-friendly.” You said.

Damiano got up and moved out of the way. “It's your turn now.”

You went over, your hand resting on Ethan's shoulder as you got closer. “I'm not going to sing to you.”

“That is so fine, you don't need to.” He said, his hands going to your body as soon as you sat down. You faced him, brushing his hair back off of his shoulders. “Not to sound too transactional, but the only thing you need to do is tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You put your hand under his chin, propping his face up as you leaned in. “I want to be on the naughty list.”

“What are you going to do to get there?” He asked quietly, his eyes going down to your mouth.

You put your lips to his, moving your hand up to caress his cheek. You were soon tasting hints of the flavour left behind by Damiano - his cigarette and mint-infused saliva still vaguely present on Ethan’s lip as you rubbed your tongue against it. It was a testament to how deeply your boyfriends had been kissing and you intended to go just as deep.

Upon returning back to the suite, Ethan had stripped down to everything but his underwear. So when you pressed your body against his, you were feeling the heat from his skin through the T-shirt you were wearing. You wrapped an arm around his neck, intending to savour all of the benefits that this closeness brought.

“I hate to interrupt.” Damiano said. “But I just felt the need to share how glad I am that you haven’t decided to start talking in a Santa voice.”

Even as he began to turn away, Ethan kissed you a few more times. “Well the voice wouldn’t make much sense without the beard.” This set you off giggling. “But I might start speaking like him, in that I’ll steal his catchphrase to call you a hoe hoe hoe.”

“Ooh, would you? You know how much I love it when you address me correctly.” Damiano said.

With no further interruptions, you got back to kissing Ethan. As you did this, you began to move your hips, gently rocking. It was a prelude to what you planned to do, a subtle way to check his receptiveness.

He moved his hands beneath the material of your shirt, at the same time as when his tongue slid between your lips. You felt the anticipation swelling up within you as you looked forward to creating a new festive (yet filthy) memory with them.

“This guy hears everything, huh?” You said.

“Santa? I think the lyric is about how he sees everything you do, right?” He asked, a cute crease in his brow.

“No, this guy.” You said and you jabbed your thumb in Damiano’s direction to help add clarity.

“Well I listen when you talk, baby. Because most of the time you’re saying something dirty.” He said and as you looked up at him, Ethan started to kiss across your neck. “I was standing right next to you, you can’t be that surprised over me hearing it.”

“So you heard it, and then you just thought about it all night?” You asked.

“Pretty much. A man in a makeup chair has a lot of time to think.” Damiano said. “You weren’t thinking about it after you said it, making little plans of what you would do if you got the chance?”

“Uh…”

“Answer the question, baby.” Ethan said.

“I was definitely thinking about it when I said it. It wasn't just a passing comment, I had some- you know, images in mind at the time. But I let it go once the hat came off because I figured it wouldn't happen.” You said. “And now I'm making it up as I go along, I didn't plan like you. I'm just letting the Christmas spirit take me wherever.”

“Ah yes, the Christmas spirit.” Damiano said, wiggling his fingers in the air.

Ethan got your attention back by kissing you on the cheek. “Well you're in my lap now, you better make the most of it.”

“Watch me make the most of it.” You said, giving him a kiss.

Then you quickly removed your shirt, his eyes keenly taking in this sight. You put your hands down to your panties, happy to get out of them for him. You stood up, removing the lingerie altogether and turning your back to him.

You made sure to arch your back, sticking your butt out as you lowered yourself down to his lap, facing away from him this time. He wrapped his arms around your middle and gave you some kisses across your shoulder, meanwhile you were reaching your arms out to Damiano.

“You must have gotten yourself worked up while you were making your little plans there, Daddy.” You said.

“Yeah, there were definitely images in my mind, as well- interesting, pleasing, exciting, memorable images.” He said, smiling as he moved in closer.

With him standing in front of you, you unzipped his jeans, reaching in for his briefs. Over the fabric, you began to run your hand up-and-down the length of his dick. He cupped your cheek in his hand, gazing down at you. Ethan continued kissing your skin as Damiano caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. As you were grinding yourself on Ethan, you opened your mouth and took Damiano's thumb between your lips, sucking on it a little.

Behind you, Ethan was making some adjustments. Before too long you were feeling his hot and uncovered dick. You grinded your butt against it, feeling how stiff it already was. He tightened his arm around your middle, more of his body tensing as he let you settle into a rhythm.

You were feeling Damiano getting firmer, so you proceeded to pull his dick free of his underwear. Immediately you wrapped your fingers around his length, working your hand at almost the same rhythm you were rocking on Ethan. You didn’t have to match it perfectly, the look on Damiano’s face told you that he was appreciative of what you were doing.

Wanting more than just sucking his thumb, you emptied your mouth and turned away. You looked at Ethan, bumping your nose against his cheek for his attention. He took his lips off of your shoulder, quickly making himself available for more kisses. You leaned in so close as you claimed his mouth again.

He was moving his body with yours, attaching himself to your energy. As the two of you were tapping into this synergy, you acknowledged that this encounter was no longer about playing roles. The focus wasn’t on the time of year, now it was about enjoying the experience of each other’s bodies. He wasn’t acting as Santa, now he was acting according to his desires.

He got himself lined up, sinking the tip of his cock into your slicked entrance. Now excitement rushed into your body and you broke the kiss before your breath could be wholly taken away.

As Ethan tenderly pushed more of his shaft inside, you changed the way you were handling Damiano’s cock. You looked up at him, beginning to direct him towards your mouth. He sweetly stroked your cheek some more, his eyes were locked on you, not wanting to miss any of what you were doing. The way that he was so captivated by your movements, it was the same way that huge crowd had watched him for the duration of the concert. He was so invested and you planned to show him exactly why you had earned this.

You pressed a kiss to the head, enjoying the beginnings of his taste. You saw his breath coming in quicker as he anticipated what you would do next. You moved your tongue in rings on his tip, letting the sensitivities build. All the while, Ethan was pushing deeper into you. You continued stroking your hand on Damiano’s length, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered yourself to this rising passion.

Ethan’s movements were all the more enticing now, steadily massaging you into a heightened state. His hand gripped your side, holding you so securely while his other went to your breast, playing with your firm nipple. As you kept in time with him, he applied kisses to your neck, taking the chance to appreciate every part of you within reach.

You pushed your tongue out over your lower lip before you slid your mouth further down Damiano’s length. His hand went to the top of your head as you took the majority of it between your lips. So as to avoid overwhelming you too soon, he held himself still, the thrusting would come later. You let his head rest against the roof of your mouth as you used your tongue on the underside of his cock. You explored this area, gliding your tongue up-and-down.

When you sucked your cheeks in around his dick, his fingers curled, wrapping around sections of your hair. The swinging of Ethan’s hips got faster, indicating a neediness that hadn’t been present earlier. It saw you moaning on Damiano’s dick as you felt the friction between yours and Ethan’s bodies growing. It introduced tremors into your system and you noticed how his kisses had started to linger, the occasional lick and brief suck added to how he treated your neck.

You changed the angle on Damiano’s dick so that you could take him deeper, directing him to the back of your mouth. He whimpered, his stance altering - you knew him well enough that you could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer.

And you welcomed it. You sought to draw more out of him, taking the head of his cock to the opening of your throat. He gripped your hair tighter.

Then his lust took over and he allowed his hips to twitch forward, plunging him into the tightness of your throat. You felt him throbbing in there.

He sighed out your name. “You’re so ready to use that sweet mouth for naughtiness. I didn’t even have to ask you to put it in your throat.”

He rocked himself back, leaving your throat for the moment. You reset your lips around his dick as he thrust his hips into your face. It wasn’t very quick, and compared to what Ethan was doing, it felt extraordinarily gentle.

He had stopped kissing the side of your neck, now resting his head against yours for support as all of his efforts went into the incessant snapping of his hips. You did your best to keep up with them, meeting the majority of his thrusts. But the power of his movements easily dwarfed yours and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to quit, not while he was so clearly on the path to his climax.

It was enough to just keep moving, to keep your body invested in his momentum as he followed one reckless collision with another. You listened to his numerous failed attempts to catch his breath. Goosebumps sprang up all over your body as the tension swelled up to fever pitch.

You felt how easy it would be to become overwhelmed by the electricity rushing through you. But he beat you to it, capturing his release with one final pound into you.

For the moment it seemed that you could feel every nerve in your system and how fraught they all were. He leaned back, giving you back some of your personal space, his arm loosening around you. He stilled himself after taking his hand off of your breast.

But Damiano was not still, keeping at working his cock between your lips. Ethan stroked your back as you moved your focus, sucking your cheeks in a little harder.

“Well, this sight is better than anything I could have thought up.” Damiano said.

You felt pride blossoming up. There was something in knowing how much you turned him on that added to your own arousal.

It wasn’t as simple or superficial as a compliment. And you were eager to put this energy to use, to ride these dazzling emotions to the next height - where things were going to be even more exciting.

You weren’t sure if Ethan was done recovering yet or not, but you simply couldn’t hold yourself still any longer. You started to build your own pacing, thrusting in his lap again. He didn’t discourage you in any way and you worked yourself on his cock, while still sucking Damiano’s.

He was getting more into his bucking, both of his hands holding your head now. “What do you say, baby?” His tip glided into your throat again. “Do you want a new necklace for Christmas?”

You forced yourself back, taking him out of your mouth. “Uh-uh, I'm gonna swallow it.”

He beamed. “Oh, yes you are.” He pushed his tip between your parted lips and you opened your mouth further for him. “You're so ready to swallow it all.”

You shut your eyes and moved yourself further down his length. His fingers flexed and relaxed, then gripped again on either side of your head. You rutted yourself back into Ethan, striking him consistently.

You could feel the excitement getting out of hand and you were soon chasing for that release. Your walls gripped tight to Ethan's cock and the sensitivities swam through your body, ready to overwhelm you with each hungry thrust.

On his next rock forward, Damiano delivered his dick back into your throat. You couldn't control the spasming this prompted, but you also weren't bothered by it as your focus secured on your own experience. You were diving over the edge and capturing your orgasm, trembling wildly between your boyfriends.

With drool spilling down your chin, you began to come back to reality. You looked up at Damiano, he writhed against you, chest rapidly rising-and-falling as he kept himself in your throat. You were still shaking, you put your hand to his wrist, willing yourself to stay with him.

It was a victory when you felt him unloading straight down your throat - you were rewarded with the thick and hot liquid. With a series of incoherent, strangled sounds he rocked back slightly, leaving your throat, but staying in the warmth of your mouth. You could have taken in a deep breath, instead you breathed through your nose so that you could secure your lips around his cock, giving him a strong finish. He ran his shaft against your messy lips, the cum filling into your mouth with his every lazy thrust.

He finished out the momentum, his fingers relaxing on your head as he pulled out of your mouth. You leaned back into Ethan, who kept his arms securely around you. He reached up, wiping away some of the mess that covered your chin as you took a few thorough swallows. You shut your eyes and just concentrated on catching your breath.

“Definitely on the naughty list now.” Damiano said, his hand soothingly rubbing across your forehead.

“Oh, she's topping that list, for sure.” Ethan said. “I'll put in a word with the right people, because I got connections.”

“When you're making your cup of tea, can I get one as well, please?” You asked, not bothering to open your eyes as you slumped further into him.

“Of course you can get tea, sweet thing.” Damiano said.

As you gradually came down, you and Ethan relocated to the bed. You stole the hat off of his head. Damiano moved around the kitchen while Ethan disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back into the main room, he had a thoughtful look on his face. “So should I grow a beard? Is that what I should take from this?”

“Nope.” You answered quickly.

“Only if it's white and curly.” Damiano contributed as he came over with the tea.

You started giggling as both of your boyfriends joined you on the mattress. “So he'll have to keep it consistently bleached and sleep with fuckin' rollers in it?”

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joke i thought about much after the fact

*** "Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing- a ring: one that goes on my cock!"

[literallymitch]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 || 𝐄.𝐓

requested: yes​

summary: Ethan thinks the reader is cute but is too shy to ask her out

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

What kind: fluff

warnings:none

a/n I loved working on this request. I hope y’all like it as well. Again please keep in mind that english is not my first language! I’m always happy about feedback :)

Today y/n had the honor to interview the Eurovision winners Måneskin. She had plenty of experience interviewing celebrities. Still, she was kind of nervous. Of course, they were just normal human beings, but she couldn't deny that she found a liking in the long haired drummer. After she did some preparation for the interview, which included checking out their socials, looking at fan questions and of course listening to their  music, she had developed a small crush on him. She took one last look in the mirror, making sure she looked good for the interview. Well more specifically for Ethan.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Ethan was stunned. She looked like an actual goddess. He tried not to stare at her, while she avoided eye contact with him. Knowing she would either pass out or make a fool out of her self in some way. Maybe she didn’t only have a small crush on him. Little did she know the drummer also started to get anxious as well. Also scared, to make a fool out of himself.

Y/n walked up to them, shaking their hands and introducing herself. The atmosphere got a bit awkward, as she shook Ethan's hand. Both of them laughed nervously while saying hello. The other three could already tell that their friend found a liking, in the cute interviewer in front of them. They all sat down and y/n started asking them question.

“First of all, congratulations on winning Eurovision, you really killed it out there! How are you guys feeling right now?”

“Thank you! We’re still overwhelmed by all the things that happened in Rotterdam. I think we’re just starting to realize that we actually won.” Damiano answered with a proud smile on his face.

“You guys we’re already well know in Italy before Eurovision, but now whole Europe is going crazy about you. When I was looking for fan questions yesterday, there were so many people saying how obsessed they are with you and your music now. Have you guys ever thought that something like this could happen to you?”

“I think we always dreamed about something like this happening to us, but we could have never imagined it. I was completely shocked when I saw how my phone was exploding from all the notifications I got. This is all just so crazy, but we’re happy that people like us and our music.” Victoria said.

At some point Ethan stopped paying attention to the interview. He was too busy admiring the gorgeous girl in front of him. ‘Y/n’ what a beautiful he thought. Also, her voice was so soothing. It fitted her angel like appearance perfectly. Vic nudged him with her elbow, when she noticed he was staring, pulling him out of his thoughts.

The interviewer obviously noticed that Ethan was staring at her. She got a little uncomfortable, because she thought he was judging her in some kind of way. Was it the way she talked or the way she looked? Did he dislike the questions? Wanting to focus on the interview, she tried to ignore the stares.

After asking some more questions, it was time to end the interview. The whole interview, Ethan didn’t say a single word. Not that it was something new or anything. Y/n already figured out the boy with the beautiful hair was a bit shy, before the interview, but this wasn’t just shyness. Usually he would nod his head in agreement or do little gestures with his hands. Today he did none of that. He just sat there and stared at her for a moment. Maybe he just didn’t feel too well today. Being too caught up in her own thoughts,  while collecting her stuff, the girl didn’t notice that Damiano had pulled Ethan to the side.

“Bro, if you don’t ask her out like right now, I will do it for you.” Damiano whispered.

“Are you out of your mind? I didn’t even know how to act while she interviewed us. I just stared at her like a creep. There is no way I can talk to her without embarrassing myself. I mean look at her, she’s stunning.”

“Oh come on. Just get it together for once. I know that you’re shy and this is hard for you, but you’ll definitely will regret it later if you don't ask her out now.”

“Damiano is right. Even if she says no, there are now thousands of girls who’d love to go on a date with you.” Thomas joined their conversation.

Ethan just sighed and went over to the girl, that just interviewed him a few minutes ago. His friends were right. He probably would regret it later if he didn’t ask her out now. Anxiously he cleared his throat trying to get her attention. She turned around,  a nervous smile appearing on her face as she saw who stood in front of her.

“Hey, first of all I would like to apologize for being so absent throughout the interview. I just got a little... distracted, I guess.”

“No worries, sometimes I get lost in my thoughts as well. Actually that happens quite a lot” she said letting out a soft chuckle.

“So what I wanted to ask is...eh.”

‘Oh god this is so embarrassing’ he thought. It seemed like he forgot how to speak. After a moment he collected his words and tried it again.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime.” he said, sounding a bit more confident than he did before.

A huge smile spread across y/n’s face. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you.” she answered excited.

A smile now appeared on the drummers face too. While y/n happily typed in her number into his phone, Ethan looked over to Damiano. The singer just mouthed an ‘I told you so’ and gave him a cheeky smile. Shaking his head, he looked back to the beautiful girl he just asked out. He could not believe she actually said yes, but he was glad that she did.

[dulceackles]

heyyyy, could you maybe write a one shot with ethan x reader. Ethan read some mean online comments and completely shuts down, so the rest of maneskin calls the reader to have her help them cheer Ethan up, and at the end it’s just really fluffy with a group hug including the reader?🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Silent movies | Ethan Torchio

Requested: yes

summary: Ethan reads hate comments after a long day of practice and the band decides to take the evening off and have a movie night with y/n. 

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.4k

content and warnings: well it’s only little angst in theory, it turns fluff, little cursing.  

The rain had washed the streets the whole day and the wind had pulled threes apart the whole day. It was hard to believe that even an outdoor loving person would have wanted to step outside but gladly Ethan, Victoria, Thomas, and Damiano had had a great time practicing their new songs yet to be released. 

Damiano and Victoria were in the kitchen making Tortillas for the band and Thomas had drifted into his own thoughts after a long day of work. Ethan sat on the couch, scrolling social media through on his phone to kill some time while waiting for their dinner to be ready. He usually didn’t dig in too deep what people were talking about them online but for some reason, one specific comment section stole his attention. Maybe he should have not cared, be the bigger person and not let some internet trolls get underneath his skin but maybe it was overwhelming to see so many people agreeing on just hating him. He didn’t know what he could have ever done differently in a public eye that would have made people dislike him so much. So maybe he didn’t even want to admit to himself how much it actually hurt him.

“Ethan?” Thomas snapped Ethan out of his thoughts, he looked confused. 

“Hmm?” He answered to him noticing he had gotten up. 

“The food, It’s ready.” Thomas said, “I’ve called you like two times now.” He muttered

“Oh sorry.” Ethan got up and started to walk to the kitchen with Thomas. Thomas however had noticed that something was bothering him greatly. He hated seeing his friend sad but didn’t fully know how to bring it up.

Victoria and Damiano were already filing their Tortilla’s as Thomas and Ethan walked to the dining table. 

“You asses couldn’t wait for as, huh?” Thomas pointed at them smiling. 

“Hey, We made these!” Damiano raised his hands in defense.

It didn’t take long for Damiano and Victoria to notice Ethan’s off behavior. It was painfully clear something was bothering him, he didn’t even say much during the whole dinner and that made Victoria worried and even though she tried to carefully ask him about it, he didn’t say much. 

“What’s wrong?” Victoria had asked. 

“Nothing. Just was on Instagram and have you guys seen the way some people talk there?” Ethan answered her, gently playing with the end of his hair. 

“Don’t worry about them, like you said they’re just being rude for the sake of it. It doesn’t matter what they say.” Damiano said. 

“true.” Ethan nodded his head but Victoria could tell Ethan was still feeling low. 

“Let’s have a movie night, we’ve played all day I think it’s enough for today.” Thomas tapped his hands to the table. 

“Yeah I agree” Victoria got up, “Let’s invite y/n too, she’s probably really bored at home too.” She knew y/n was really good at cheering people up.

Y/n heard her phone’s notification sound ring as she was laying in her bed reading a book she found on sale at the nearest thrift store. 

Vic: Wanna come for a movie?

y/n: Sure, what are we watching? 

Vic: Haven’t decided yet. By the way, Ethan’s really upset. He read some comments online. So heads up. 

y/n: ohh okey, I’ll bring snacks.

It didn’t take y/n long to drive to them even if the weather was ruff and she truly was happy it didn’t because she hated to drive in dark and in rain alone. Because wasn’t that just how horror movies started?

After she had parked she quickly trotted to the front door. She knocked on it waiting for someone to open the door and let her inside out of the sharp rain. 

“Snacks or won’t open.” Ethan joked behind the door. 

“Well for god’s sake just open the door it’s pouring here.” y/n laughed at him through the door. She heard the door lock twist open. 

“I brought Popcorn,” Y/n said showing a pack of microwave popcorns in her hand.  

Y/n walked in and took her now slightly muddy shoes off. “Sorry, I tried to jump over puddles.” 

“Hii Y/n!” Victoria screamed from the living room and y/n greeted her back. 

Ethan and y/n walked into the kitchen to make the popcorns into the microwave as Damiano, Thomas, and Victoria were throwing pillows to the floor to make the best movie night living room possible. 

The microwave howled as the popcorns were popping inside. 

“Did your mom told you you’d hurt your eyes if you looked into the micro too long too close?” Y/n asked Ethan as both of them were keeping a very close eye on the popcorns, “Or was that just my mom?” 

“Oh, she did!” Ethan smiled remembering the complete urban legend his mom too had told him once. 

“I always wondered if she believed in it.” Y/n slowly said as she turned to look at him. His hair fell long alongside his back and y/n too had noticed he looked a little tense. She wondered if she should have said anything or if he was better left alone.

“Victoria told me you were a little sad today.” y/n said gently, almost whispering.

Ethan hummed, “I knew they called you here to babysit.” 

“No they didn’t.” She protested, “No one just wants that you’re sad.”

“I just saw some stupid comments, it’s not serious.” He said. The microwave peeped and he took the steaming popcorns out. 

“I mean it is serious if you’re upset by them and understandably everyone would be.”  She looked into his eyes that were staring back at hers. 

“hmm. It’s just... I guess it just makes you wonder if there’s something true about what they say.” He looked down a little bit. They started to walk to the living room. 

“Well I think no, I see not one flaw in you and nothing I would change even if I had a chance.” y/n said as she laid down to the pillow see others had made onto the floor in front of the tv.

Ethan giggled and laid down next to her. “I wouldn’t change anything in you either.” He smiled at her. 

“aww, cute.” y/n laughed and snuggled to give Ethan a little cuddle. He rested his head on the pillows. 

“I just don’t get why people have to be so mean online.” He said as he gently played with y/n’s hair in his thoughts. 

“They just don’t have anything better to do I guess. It really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.” y/n said while drawing figures onto his hand with her fingers. 

“Yupp and besides, There’s always gonna be someone who likes you and someone who doesn’t,” Damiano said joining them on the floor and stealing the popcorn bowl. 

Ethan too got up to sit to make room on the pillows for Thomas and Victoria too. 

“That’s one thing I didn’t know though; like how much at the end of the day how much you’ll get shat on once you get noticed in the music industry,”  Victoria said as she and Thomas joined them. 

“True, well I guess sometimes people just need someone to use as a trash bag for their own negative emotions.” Thomas agreed, he reached his hand to crap a couple of popcorns. “I think, you know, we have each other and close ones and those really just are the people you need sometimes and who you know you can lean on. Yeah, You are the people whose opinions I care about, no one else.” 

“Awww.” Damiano, Victoria, Ethan, and y/n said at the same time and y/n could see that Ethan’s eyes had softened. 

Victoria wrapped his other hand around Thomas and the other one around Damiano pulling them into a hug and Thomas wrapped his hand around Ethan who then pulled y/n into the hug. 

“I love you guys,” Ethan said as they all hugged each other and he truly felt like at that moment, it really didn’t matter what they said on the internet. 

Y/n rested her head against Ethan’s chest and he pressed his cheek on top of her head yet before all of their hair got tangled with each other, they stepped back to their own seats. 

“So what are we going to watch?” Damiano asked. 

“We should watch silent movies cus people talk too much.” y/n snapped her fingers to her own pun. 

[unanuvola]

I see your true colors (and that's why I love you)

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x reader

Genre: Romance and a little bit of angst

Summary: Ethan had a secret and you unexpectedly found out

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"Waitwaitwait!" you shouted while running towards the door of the building in which Ethan was living with his family.

Fortunately, the old lady waited for you, "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, miss." she replied, smiling.

At that moment you noticed the shopping trolley, "Do you perhaps need a hand with your…"

"Oh no, my dear! It's almost empty and I can do it by myself, but thank you for the concern. Have a nice afternoon." and she disappeared, with a brisk pace, in one of the doors which faced the courtyard.

The elevator was on the ground floor and you jumped in it, already savoring the afternoon you were going to spend with Ethan. No big plans, just the two of you enjoying each other's company.

As soon as you get off the elevator, you put some cherry lip balm, your boyfriend's favorite, and you hadn't the time to ring the doorbell, that the door opened.

"Mrs. Torchio!"

"Y/N! I didn't expect you. Ethan didn't tell me you were coming… Classic!"

"Classic!" you both exclaimed at the same time, causing a laugh, "In his defense, I arrived very early!"

"Come in! I don't have much time because of work, but how are you? I haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, I started to study seriously for the maturità. Unfortunately, it's very close."

"You're such a good girl," Mrs. Torchio praised you, not knowing that his son usually calls you that when he's inside you, "if only Ethan would go into studying like that instead of always playing drums. Nevermind! He's in his room, but if you need anything, you know the house perfectly. Now I really have to go!" she was closing the door, when she reopened, "There are leftovers from the lasagna in the oven, bye!"

No matter how many years you knew her, you were always mesmerized by how she talked fast as opposed to his son.

Before heading to Ethan's room, you decided to stop by the kitchen for a glass of water. You took your favorite glass, the Nutella one with Speedy Gonzales on it, and poured some water into it, but you didn't have the time to drink because you heard a bustle coming from one of the bedrooms.

Your heart began to beat violently from the fright, however this didn't stop you from running through that room with the first book taken at random from the library: the Divina Commedia, 664 pages and you were so ready to throw it to whoever caused that mess.

You opened the door of Ethan's room, but you didn't find anything or anybody, then you heard noises from the twins room. On tiptoe, you approached the door and snapped it open, with the book above your head and you saw Ethan, dressed with a t-shirt and sweatpants, sitting in front of his sister's vanity, looking at you from the reflection of the mirror. He had his hand on his mouth and his eyes were a mix of surprise and fear.

"Ethan.. Is everything alright?" it was just after asking it that you noticed some makeup on the floor together with two crumpled up tissue paper covered with red spots. Without hesitation, you launched the book on the bed and reached Ethan who was still looking at you, shocked. "What happened?" you kneeled in front of him, a hand on his knee to reassure him, while with the other hand you took one of the tissues. You looked at him, searching for any type of connection, but Ethan was desperately refusing to lay his eyes on you. Preoccupied, you moved your eyes from Ethan's face to the tissue. If at first you were scared that those red spots were blood now, that you could watch them closely, you relaxed a bit because definitely it wasn't that, however.. "Is this.." you let the question unfinished, trying to not push Ethan.

"Please Y/N, don't look at me!" he whispered, his hand still on his mouth, "I don't want you to see me like that."

You quickly looked away, trying to respect Ethan's plea, but when you heard soft sobs, you lifted your gaze and you felt as if somebody had clutched your beating heart. Now Ethan's hands were on his face, letting you glimpse, involuntary, what was causing him so much shame.

You stood up and sat on his knees, embracing Ethan in your arms, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Ethan," you whispered, while caressing his back. His tears were falling on the nook of your neck and his arms tightly surrounding your waist almost as if he was afraid to lose you.

"Y-you won't l-leave me for this, right?" he sighed in your ear, then he finally looked at you, "Please, don't leave me! I-I swear, I won't do this anymore, but please stay with me."

Seeing your boyfriend like this broke your heart. Your eyes flew from his puffy eyes to the red lipstick smudged on his lips. You passed your thumb on them, they were soft and wet from the tears. Your eyes were almost mesmerized by the redness on his skin caused not only by the lipstick, but also by the rubbing.

You were sure now that your arrival caught him by surprise. Probably, when he heard noises coming from the kitchen even though his mother must have already left the house, he tried to take off the lipstick, but then he made a fuss and the next thing that he saw was you ready to fight with a book in your hand.

He must have been so scared, you thought, caressing his long hair that was all over his face. You tried to comb it, putting some lock behind his ears. Now that his beautiful face was free of hair, you gave a light peck on his lips.Your hands rested on his cheeks, stroking gently his smooth skin, and forced him to look at you straight in the eyes. His cheeks turned bright red even more and you could see the flush spreading on the neck and disappearing in the collar of his light blue t-shirt.

"You won’t get rid of me easily, okay? This sounds like a treat and probably it is," Ethan let out a weak giggle, while you were still stroking his cheeks, "but I love you, Ethan Torchio. I love you so much and if you think that I'll leave you just for this.. Well, it hurts, you know?" your boyfriend was about to answer, maybe saying that he was sorry, but you kissed away his words, "Don't be sorry, you don't have to.. Yeah, I'm a little bit disappointed, not because of what you did, but because you didn't tell me about it. However I also understand that sometimes revealing your own desires isn't easy." you smiled sweetly, trying to comfort him.

"I was scared to tell you, even if I know that you’re pretty open to, you know, this kind of stuff.. But now, it's like a weight had been lifted," Ethan finally smiled and you could think of how beautiful he was, "and I'm feeling stupid for not telling you this before."

"I'm sure you would have told me when you would have felt more comfortable with yourself..."

"Yeah, you're right, but in the end things went like this and, frankly, I'm glad," he took your hands, turned them up and he gave you two small kisses on your wrists, "I never told this to no one, except to Erika, but that was a mistake."

"Oh my God, Erika knew it?!"

"She caught me while I was putting on my lips her precious Russian Red by MAC. She was furious! It was so expensive that no one could use it, neither Lucrezia or Eleonora, much less his annoying brother. Can you believe that she didn't talk to me for a month?!"

You tried to hold back, but you started to laugh as soon as Ethan looked at you like a kicked puppy, "I'm going to ask her some details next time!" you exclaimed, out of breath.

"Don't do this to me cucciola!"

"Of course I'm going to do it!" you teased him, knowing that you'll never ask anything to Erika.

The bedroom was filled with the laugh of both of you and you could cool down just when Ethan pulled you towards his chest, "I love you."

"I love you too," you kissed the tip of his nose, "and now, what do you think about removing all this mess and putting.." you turned to your vanity, trying to choose one lipstick from your collection, "What do you think about my Stunna lip? The Unattached one."

"If I can choose, I would prefer Rouge Vie."

"I see that your taste is still refined since you were a young boy!"

Even Ethan's ears blushed hearing those words and you couldn't stop thinking about how adorable he was.

He was reaching your makeup pads, when you stopped him, "Let me take care of you," he nodded.

First, you put some micellar water on the cotton pad and then you gently rubbed on his lips and the skin surrounding them. You took your time, enjoying feeling his lips under your touch. When his skin was completely clean, you leaned your mouth on him and sucked his bottom lip, letting the taste of - maybe too many - coffee filling up your mouth.

"Your lips are so soft."

"Uhm.. I love to hear you say that," he said, biting his lips and then trying to kiss you again.

"Wait! Let me finish first," you searched for the lipstick, but just after a few seconds you realized that it was one of the things that fell earlier. Quickly, you bent down and took it, "Ready?" you asked him, removing the cap.

"Yep!"

You placed the lipstick on his cupid's bow and you started to trance the edge, then you filled the rest of the lips. It was so beautiful watching those full lips getting stroked by the tip of the lipstick and the color was so rich that his mouth seemed even more plump.

"Here," you gave him a napkin, "put it on your lips, so you can get rid of the excess of the lipstick."

Ethan let your waist free since you sat on his knees and took the tissue paper. He did what you said, he put his mushy lips on it and left three pecks, his deep and desirous eyes never leaving yours, then he turned it back to you.

"Don't you throw it?" he asked, while you were putting the napkin in your pocket. 

"Nah.. I'm going to put it in my diary, so every time I have to write something, I'll think about your lips."

"What a romantic girl you are!"

You raised your eyebrows, pretending to be outraged, "I'd prefer naughty, but yeah, I can accept being your romantic girl!"

Your boyfriend slid his arms around your hips and you moved a little closer, feeling the warmth of his hands through your dark blue blouse. You put your right arm around his shoulder while with the other hand you were playing with the necklace on his neck. 

"My girl.." he whispered, his hot breath on your ear giving you chills, but when you felt his mouth dangerously near to your neck, you stopped him.

"Wait, wait, wait! You don't want to ruin your lipstick, right? Let me see.." and you moved away a little, just enough to see clearly his face, "I'm not a makeup artist, but I think that the final result is pretty good. What do you think?"

Ethan turned his head to the mirror and watched himself, "I'm.. I'm feeling beautiful," he looked at you, his eyes sparkling, "Thank you for not judging me."

"Thank you for trusting me."

"You know that I never kissed someone with lipstick on?"

You gasped, "What a coincidence! I've never been kissed by someone with lipstick on! Would you be my first?"

"Only if I can be your first!" and in no time he lifted you up from his knees and he brought you on the bed, his lips glued on yours.

You happily watched your meticulous work getting smudged on his face and certainly on your face too and you were the double happier at the thought that after this, hopefully never-ending, make out section there was the lasagna leftover waiting in the kitchen. Sometimes life is a bitch, but tonight you seemed to win the jackpot.

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ We’re Everything To Each Other That We Ever Needed ~

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Chiara Russo (fictional character)

Word count: 2625

Warnings: very detailed smut, swearing

Summary: Ethan finds his soulmate.

She was sitting at the bar dressed in a black tight satin dress revealing her tattooed skin. Her hair were brown, long and curly. Black smokey makeup emphasized her beautiful dark brown eyes. Red lipstick made her lips look full and plumpy. Her cheeks slightly pink. She looked stunning.

- Girl, it’s so good to see you! I’m so glad you came! - Victoria said excited reaching Chiara at the bar.

- Oh my god Vic, hey! You look gorgeous! - she said hugging Vic.

- Let’s go, they’re all waiting for us. - said Vic grabbing Chiara’s hand and pulling her towards a group of people sitting in the corner of the pub.

Victoria along with Thomas, Ethan and Damiano decided to go celebrate the wrap on their new album Teatro D’Ira. She thought it’s a good idea to invite Chiara since they were friends for a while and introduce her to her band mates. They met spontaneously in a plane to Rome and for the whole flight they managed to get along with each other pretty well. When they arrived in the airport they exchanged numbers and became good friends.

- Guys! Meet Chiara, she’s the girl from the plane I told you about! - Vic said when they reached the table.

The second Ethan laid his eyes on her, he immediately felt his heartbeat going faster. She was gorgeous, probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Her lips were full, eyes soft and cheeks covered in cute little freckles, not even mentioning her body, perfectly wrapped in a black dress. Ethan was intimidated but he couldn’t stop looking at her.

- Hey girl, nice to meet you, your tattoos are dope! - said a girl with black hair, she also had a lot of tattoos on her arms. She stood up and hugged Chiara. - I’m Giorgia - she said with a smile.

- Heyy, it’s so nice to meet you! - said Chiara sending Giorgia a warm smile.

Chiara looked around and saw three boys. The first one had slightly long dark brown hair and dark eyes, also a lot of tattoos. He was dressed in black jean shorts, black leather jacket revealing his bare torso and black Dr. Martens. Red choker on his neck.

- I’m Damiano, this is Thomas and that is Ethan. - said the tattooed boy and pointed on the other two introducing them.

Ethan. He immediately caught her attention with his long dark brown hair. He was wearing black tight jeans, black boots and red satin shirt. He looked really attractive. His jawline was sharp and his gaze was slightly intimidating. Chiara found him really handsome.

- Ciao, Chiara - said Thomas and Ethan bowed his head and smiled to her gently.

- It’s really nice to meet all of you. - Chiara said smiling.

- Okey all of u, treat her like your sister, she’s amazing! - Vic laughed - Now, let’s get you something to drink. - she said pushing Chiara on the leather couch next to Ethan and Thomas and walking away to the bar.

***

The night was going well. Chiara talked a lot with Ethan who turned out to be really polite and gentle. He held his hand on her back and was smiling to her all the time. He was a bit shy and Chiara found that intriguing since she wasn’t a quiet kind of person at all. She was spontaneous, open for all the people, happy and smiley all the time and positive about everything. Ethan on the other hand was rather quiet than loud and mysterious at some point. He didn’t like big crowds, he was shy with meeting new people and preferred to stay alone at home or with his closest friends. Chiara was surprised that someone with such an introverted personality could be a crazy drummer of a rock band but she thought it was kinda cute. From their conversations Chiara saw that Ethan was very smart and responsible and she couldn’t get her eyes off of him when he was telling her about the way he first saw drums and immediately fell in love with them.

- So you write music? - Ethan asked Chiara lighting up a cigarette.

They went out to the little garden outside the pub to breathe some fresh air and take a break from all the loud music and scent of alcohol.

- I used to write lyrics yes, I started when I was 16, there was a lot going on in my mind and I didn’t really know where to put all my emotions so I started writing songs. - Chiara said, remembering all the words written on the paper at 3 am in a hotel room when she had nowhere to go and no one to talk to.

- Maybe you’ll show me sometime. - he looked at her smiling gently

- Maybe, I’ll think about it if you share a cigarette with me - she laughed, poking his arm jokingly.

- Oh, you smoke? - he asked, raising his eyebrows.

- Surprised? - She said, sitting at the bench near the tree.

- Yes, I didn’t really expect you to smoke, but here, let’s share - he said blushing.

Ethan was looking at her closely when she wrapped her lips around a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. He was mesmerized. He didn’t know if it was from the alcohol that he drank but she was turning him on with every possible meaning of this word. He found it hard not to look at her when she opened her mouth to let the smoke out. She was seductive but on the other hand sweet and kind and he didn’t know if he wanted to kiss her gently or take her to the bathroom and tear her dress off from her body.

- Let’s go inside, Vic is going to get nuts - Chiara laughed finishing the cigarette, grabbing Ethan’s hand and pulling him towards the entrance.

*a few months later*

Their friendship wasn’t like any other you would see. Honestly, they both didn’t know what they were to each other. They spent every minute together, they laughed, they cried, they argued, they kissed occasionally, but both of them couldn’t figure out what they felt towards each other. Ethan cared for her like for his little sister, he supported her in good and bad and he did everything to make her happy, but sometimes when they were alone in the house they were completely crazy about each other and they couldn’t stand a minute without kissing or touching. He couldn’t stand her having a friendship with other boys and she always scared off every girl who was trying to get to know him. Chiara knew that something was between them, she felt this special bond, connection that she’s never felt with anyone. He understood her in every way possible, he saw her flaws, her imperfections and he still managed to make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. They talked many times about their unique friendship but in the end they both didn’t know how to name it.

- Hey, amore mio, what are you doing here alone? - Chiara stepped inside Ethan’s hotel room.

It was the night Måneskin won Eurovision and all of them decided to go to hotel’s private club and celebrate their huge success. They were all having fun, dancing to their own songs, taking pictures and crying from all the happiness. After a while though Chiara noticed that Ethan was nowhere to be found and she got worried so she went to find him. She knew he didn’t like too much partying but since it was such a success she thought he will want to celebrate all night.

- I was so overwhelmed with all the feelings, I needed to be alone for some time. - he said peacefully laying on the bed.

- Do you want me to leave? I can come back in some minutes - she said, standing in front of him and sending him reassuring smile.

- No, no. - he said - Come here - he held out his hand to her suggesting that she should lay down next to him.

She took off her heels and laid down in his arms, putting her head on his chest.

- Are you good? - she asked, stroking his chest with her palm.

- Yes, amore, don’t worry. - he said kissing her forehead.

- I was just surprised you went so fast, I thought you’d want to celebrate all night, I mean, winning Eurovision is a huge success - Chiara said looking up at him.

- It’s not like I’m not happy - he chuckled - I was just overwhelmed and I felt a bit lonely to be honest, when they all were hugging each other and congratulating everyone I was going through everything by myself. Yes, you were there with me but I mean Vic, Thomas and Damiano, they were all crying together and hugging and everything and it looked like they completely forgot about me. - Ethan said with some sadness in his eyes.

Chiara’s heart ached. She didn’t know Ethan felt lonely, she would never think he would feel like they forgot about him. Her eyes got teary, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

- My babe, I’m so sorry. - she whispered into his ear. - I didn’t know you feel that way. - she pressed her face to his neck hugging him even tighter.

- Don’t worry, Chi, it’s all good, they probably didn’t do it on purpose - Ethan said stroking her hair with his fingers.

She pulled away and looked at him. He was stunning. She slowly leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. She knew he needed her to be there for him and make him forget about all the misunderstanding. Ethan smiled to her and pulled her to another kiss. That one was more passionate, messy. He grabbed her back and pressed her body closer to him, cupping her cheek with his hand.

Ethan started slowly pulling down the straps of Chiara’s dress and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She sat on his lap and wrapped her legs around his hips. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it a little, then he pulled down the zipper on her back and her dress fell down revealing her naked breasts. She pulled him closer and took of his shirt throwing it somewhere on the floor. She put her palms on his chest and then went down on his stomach. He let out a quiet moan and she looked at him chuckling, but with so much desire in her eyes. They were both looking at each other for a second and then Chiara started unzipping Ethan’s pants. He stopped her though pulling her closer to him. He kissed her cheek and after a second pushed her lightly off of him and stood up standing in front of the bed. She sat down, opening her legs so he could stand in front of her. She looked up at him, touched his stomach and went lower slowly, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. She sighed when she looked at his erection. Ethan gently pushed Chiara back on the bed and pulled down her dress. He started kissing her neck and she let out a loud moan. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and started tugging them. Ethan went lower and lower with the kisses and Chiara looked at him with her mouth slightly opened. He grabbed her lace thongs with his teeth and slowly pulled them off.

- Ethan.. - Chiara moaned throwing back her head on the bed.

He then grabbed her thighs and started kissing her up and down. She felt overwhelmed. So much pleasure went through her body and her blood was boiling in her veins. He licked her up and looked right into her eyes, checking if she’s okey. She couldn’t stand him playing with her like that so she grabbed his neck and pulled him up. He was right in between her thighs. She kissed him desperately and stroked his cheek.

- Please, fuck me. - Chiara said looking deeply into Ethan’s eyes and he couldn’t believe his ears.

He pushed her on the bed, turned her around so she was kneeling in front of him from behind. He grabbed her hips and slowly but gently placed his erection in front of her entrance. She could feel his tip inside her and when he thrusted himself all the way in, she moaned loudly from pleasure.

- Are you okey, amore? - he asked politely leaning in to her ear.

- Yes.. - she moaned.

He then started going in and out a bit faster but still gently so she could adjust to his size. He let out a deep moan and grabbed her neck squeezing it firmly.

- Ethan.. oh fuck - Chiara moaned grabbing the sheets.

- You’re so fucking gorgeous - he sighed, harshly squeezing her hips.

They were moaning each other’s names and Ethan’s pace went faster with every thrust. They were both in heaven. Suddenly Ethan grabbed Chiara’s neck and pulled her up. They were both on their knees, her back pressed to Ethan’s chest, her head laying lightly on his shoulder when he was thrusting inside her even harder. He could feel her walls slowly clenching around him and he was also close to reach his orgasm. Chiara could feel his erection twitching inside her. She grabbed his arm for support and she knew she’s gonna reach her climax any minute now.

- I’m close - she moaned loudly.

- Me too - Ethan sighed wrapping his one arm around Chiara’s waist and the second grabbing her face and kissing her. She bit his lip and pulled away moaning.

They were all sweaty and desperate. The only thing that could be heard in the room were their moans and a sound of their skin hitting against each other. Chiara was moaning Ethan’s name without stopping and he was whispering dirty words into her ear. And suddenly they both felt everything collapsing, they came together, moaning each other’s names. Chiara’s walls clenched around Ethan’s erection and she felt his warm sperm spreading inside her. Ethan pushed her gently down on the bed and thrusted inside her a few more times before pulling out.

They both collapsed on the bed next to each other, holding hands and breathing heavily. Ethan wrapped his arm around Chiara’s waist and pulled her close to him, hugging her tightly. She pressed her face to his neck and put her hand on his chest, wrapping her leg around his hips. They were laying like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other’s embrace.

- Ethan? - she asked quietly.

- Yes Chi?

- What are we? - she asked, drawing circles with her fingers on his chest.

- We’re eternal lovers, amore. We’re soulmates. We’re everything to each other that we ever needed. - he said kissing her forehead. - And I’m sure of one thing now, Chiara. I love you more than this world has ever seen. - he said.

She looked up at him shocked that he actually just said that. He was smiling widely, pure happiness in his eyes.

- I love you too, Ethan. More than you could ever imagine.

She laid back on his neck still drawing circles on his chest. For the first time in a long time they were both sure about each other and happier than they’ve ever been before.

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Tag list: [ @teenyweenynightghost ]

[mashtoncliffin]

rose // ethan torchio

pairing: ethan x fem!reader

tw: none, just fluff

summary: Ethan gets himself into trouble in Paris

(a/n): this is my first ethan piece! hope y’all like it, as always my ask is always open! my damiano fic is here! 

     It was sunset in the city of love, and of course here she was walking down the streets of Paris alone. The street side cafes were setting up for the rush of hungry patrons as it was getting close to dinner time. The girl kept walking down the vintage cobblestone street and pulled out her phone, looking down at her screen as she wasn’t sure what she could do by herself and not look like a complete loser. A museum caught her attention, but of course it was already closed for the day. She sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kept scrolling in hopes of something interesting popping up on her screen.

Too preoccupied to take a look around her actual surroundings, she suddenly found herself flying onto the hard ground with a long-haired man on top of her. A rose flew and landed right next to them, just in time like in a cliche movie.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as she steadied herself against a strong chest, strong arms holding her while they laid on the cobblestone walkway. Her eyes snapped up to meet a pair of soft brown eyes smudged with a hint of eyeliner.

“Spiacente,” the man apologized with a thick Italian accent lacing his voice. running his black polished fingers through his long locks as he rolled off of her. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking ahead.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t either.” the girl smiled as she accepted his hand as he helped lift her from the ground, amazed by the man in front of her. They didn’t know what to say, the shyness in the both of them was evident. The girl gently picked up the fallen rose from the ground, and gave it back to man.

“I’m Ethan,” he introduced himself and gingerly took the rose from the girl. Their hands both touched for a slight second, sending the girl’s heart rate into a spiral. Ethan looked down at the rose and quietly thought for a moment before offering it back to her.

“You should have this,” he whispered, hoping the girl would accept it. “As an apology.”

She looked at him in surprise at the gesture, her heart seeming to beat even faster. Without thinking, she stepped closer to him as she took the flower into her possession.

“Thank you.” She smiled, twirling it around in her hand. “And as my apology gift to you, I would like to take you out for dinner.”

Now it was Ethan’s turn to look at her in surprise, taken aback at her bold move. He gave her a shy smile, nodding his in approval.

“I would like that.”

“I’m not familiar with Paris though,” the girl truthfully explained as she looked around the busy Parisian streets, lit up by yellow hues.

“I’m not either. We’ll just have to figure it out together.” Ethan smiled, as he motioned for her to stride along his side. “The night is still young.”

(a/n): thank you sm for reading! give it a quick reblog & like ilysm

[filthforfriends]

Awake Past Midnight

Ethan x fem reader

Word count: 2.8k

You’d been laying on your back, staring at the hotel room ceiling for god knows how long, debating the morality of waking up your boyfriend because you were so horny you couldn’t sleep. Ethan may have been exhausted, but he was still all over you earlier in the evening. He had this quiet, intense desperation in the way he gripped your body that you craved like a drug when he was away.

You’d run into each other in the hall. He was coming home from a long day of rehearsals, you were coming back from the gym right before it closed. Ethan really couldn’t have arrived home at a better time. The endorphins and adrenaline had you so worked up that you were ready to climb him like a tree. The memories of you and Ethan being obscene and freal in gym bathrooms fresh on your mind did nothing to aid your self control. The only thing that kept you from touching your pussy in the shower was the promise of Ethan right after, waiting on your bed.

You washed so quickly that you were still sweaty when the water finished draining. No point in a towel, or bathrobe, you’re going to end up naked anyways. Ready to say yes to just about any position he proposed, you exit the bathroom only to find Ethan asleep. As needy as you felt, if he could fall asleep when sex was on the table, he needed to rest. So you take off his shoes and jeans so he can slumber comfortably, throwing the quilt over him. As you undo his fly, you hope that Ethan will wake up, but his breathing barely changes.

It's late and you really should get to bed as well. In order to sleep, you use your bullet vibrator to have a utilitarian, unsatisfying orgasam. It does the job, but your dreams are fitful, oversaturated, and smut-ridden. After so many weeks apart, Ethan' movement in the night wakes you up. Coming to consciousness because he’s laying halfway on top of you isn’t entirely unpleasant. After so many nights of heartache and lonely yearning, you’re happy to savor him now. You stroke his raven hair, beaming at the way his lips part ever so slightly. He smells so delicious that you take deep, gulping breaths in, and feel your body relax in all ways but one.

Your pussy throbs, and at this point the intensity of your arousal borders on painful. You turn your face so it's pressed into his scalp, cradling his head in your hands. Making another ethically questionable choice, you let your hand wander into your underwear, nudging your clit. Having Ethan’ scent and the warmth on his skin helps. You focus on what he would do, imagine it’s his dexterous, strong fingers. Having been away so long, he’d languidly massage and rub every pleasurable spot, like he was relearning your anatomy. The fantasy is broken when you finger yourself, your own hands tiny and disappointing.

The huff of immense sexual frustration you let out is so powerful that Ethan stirs and repositions himself. In doing so, the length of his fully erect cock is pressed against your thigh, and a person can only be so strong. He didn’t need to do anything except let you ride him, you’d do all the work. Likely, you’d both sleep better after an orgasam. These are the justifications you gave yourself for waking him up. Still, you felt guilty for interrupting his slumber.

“Ethan,” you whispered. “Ethan, baby, hey.” You massage his scalp with your finger tips, jostling him a bit with your body. Unfortunately, all he did was turn to lay on his back. Now he was no longer cuddling you in his sleep, which was a travesty. Raising your voice slightly, you continue. “Ethan, wake up, c’mon baby, wake up.” His expression shifted, but he remained unconscious. “God damn it,” you mutter. You transition to your normal speaking voice, rubbing his chest. “Ethan, hey Ethan, hey!” As soon as he grimaces, eyes blinking, you switch to cooing. “Hey sweetheart, sorry for waking your up, love”

“What time is it?” he croaks, squinting. He looks confused and you realize why.

“I’m not sure, you fell asleep, um...earlier.”

“Wait what's going on? Is everything okay?” he rubs his eyes and it's so adorable you want to scream. A couple long strands of hair fall in his face and you sweep them away.

“It's fine! It’s just…” Instantly you regret waking him up. “Sorry, I just - I, ugh, noticed that you’re um -” You reach down and squeeze his shaft over his boxers, and Ethan lets out a surprised moan. “I just thought, you know, why waste it? Like, earlier you fell asleep, and I’m um“ so horny I want to set myself on fire. Something clicks in Ethan’ brain and the look of bewilderment is interrupted by him trying to get his bearings.

“Right, right,  I’m up.” He starts propping himself on his elbows, looking you up and down.

“No, no, you don’t have to do anything!” Ignoring you, Ethan pushes an exploring hand into your underwear, and his eyes fly open. You’ve probably soaked through this pair of panties twice at this point.

“Jesus christ! Wake me up next time!” You flush in embarrassment, then in arousal as he fondles your engorged labia. “Just give me a minute I’ll -”

“Could you just lay on your back? Can I ride you?” You rush the words out. Ethan nods his head once, understanding how needy you are in this moment of desperation. As soon as he shifts you frantically kick your underwear down, pussy throbbing in anticipation of finally being filled. Next you rip his boxers down to his midthigh so roughly that Ethan doesn’t have to raise his hips. No lube, no foreplay, not even bothering to take clothes off beyond what's necessary. You’re so greedy for his cock that by the time Ethan has his hand extended to do some kind of prep, you’ve already got a grip on the base of his shaft.

You're so wet that the diameter stretch is manageable, but what’s so hard to account for is Ethan’ length. When he’s home you become adapted to it, but right now, with only one night of fucking under your belt, it’s a lot to integrate. In your mind, you’re ready for every inch of him, more than ready. The frustration that your body isn’t listening brings tears to your eyes. You try shifting your hips, but it doesn’t make your anatomy adapt any faster. Your toes are curling from the pleasure of being pierced open by Ethan, but your hands are balled up in the sheets from the pain of that same sensation.

“Angelo, you don’t have to force it. Don’t hurt yourself.” The idea that his cock was so big that it could legitimately injure you only made you want to ride it more. Sometimes you get these waves of primal territorialism in bed. You wanted to be able to take it raw, without preparation, when other partners couldn’t. You wanted your body to be made for Ethan’s, made to receive Ethan’s. So the fact that your progress was quite literally excruciatingly slow, worked up as you are, was upsetting.

“I’m fine,” you grunt. Without thinking, you scrunch your eyes closed and a couple tears fall. Ethan amously murmurs something in Italian, wiping your cheeks. He doesn’t overreact, he’s good that way. He knows that good sex brings emotions right to the surface, that tears aren’t necessarily indicative of something bad, they’re just indicative of feeling intensely. “I’m fine, I just need a minute.”

“Take all the time you need, cara mia,” he coos. You take a deep breath, visualizing your body opening for Ethan, making room. You focus on how damn good it's gonna feel when he’s fully seated inside you, channeling the positivity of that moment into the present. Ethan pushed the oversized shirt you were wearing up to your hips, so it wasn’t obstructing his view. You’d been too eager to bother with that. Taking another deep breath, you are able to sink all the way down.

This precise moment held so many of your favorite things about sex. When you’d gratefully sat on Ethan’s entire length, you liked to shimmy your hips, to take just a little more. Once he was fully seated, you could disengage your leg muscles, feeling his hip bones jutting up. There was something cathartic about having cock so deep inside your pussy that you could give him your weight. You’d rock against him, all the sensitive nerves in your vulva stimulated by the friction of his groin. By shifting your weight forward, you could grind your clitorous into his happy trail, eventually making yourself cum.

Already so worked up, you had a head start on Ethan.That wouldn’t be difficult to fix. He was always happy to adapt to wherever your head was at. Either one of you typically came home to a single passionate kiss. Some days you’d pull Ethan in by his black leather belt instead and it would take him one second to recalibrate to “lovemaking? That's my favorite!” Apparently he could still do so even in the middle of the night.

You start by pulling nearly all the way up, then slamming back down. The delicious ache of Ethan’s girth deep in your cunt echoes throughout your body. It makes your nipples painfully hard where they rub against the cotton of his borrowed t-shirt. The only way you’ll feel satisfied is if the presence of his manhood inside you is pounded into your consciousness. Like when he bends you over a table then pins you against it, one hand on your mid back, the other mercilessly gripping your hip.

“Gentle on yourself, angelo. Oh my god.” Ethan’s words dissolve into moans as you begin bouncing up and down the top half of his cock. This is the most pleasurable movement for him while you’re on top. You’re working him so hard because Ethans capable of some marathon sex. If he put his mind to it you could be sore from riding before he let himself fill you with his hot spunk. You’re determined to get him off too.

He seems intent on removing the t-shirt so you raise your arms and let him pull it off of you. As soon as it's off his eyes are on your breasts, doesn’t even look where he throws the garment. Ethan places his hand on your pubic mound, fiddling with your clit, before running it up and over your stomach.

“Unhh,” you moan in surprise, abdomen spasming at the warmth of Ethan’s hand. He runs it up between your breasts, resting it at the base of your neck. He squeezes gently, not enough to hurt, his hand not in a position to restrict, but to remind you of his power. Your eyes meet his and you almost freeze, feeling like you should ask his permission for every breath you take.

The moment passes and he lowers his hand to play with your nipple. He rubs it in between his pointer finger and thumb, bringing heat to the sensitive bud, then pulls it outward, while twisting slightly. The sensation is a shock wave straight to your cunt, he knows just how to work your body. You let out a wail before surging forward, completely halting your movements for a moment. He doesn’t let up, bringing his other hand up and you fight to return to a rhythm. You’re so focused on riding Ethan’s cock that you can’t begin to control the noises you're making. Whiny moans fall from your lips and you dig your nails into his skin, trying to keep it together.

“Cara mia, don’t worry about that. I’m with you, more than with you.” You relaxed down on his cock, and it was a relief to have his whole length inside you again. Ethan resumed his ministrations, twisting and pulling at your nipples before you could even begin grinding down on him. You are stunned, walls spasming from the stimulation, milking his cock. His eyes flutter closed and back open a couple times before he acclimates.

“Why aren’t you moving, angelo?” he taunts, knowing you’re overwhelmed by sensation. He pulls on your nipples a little bit harder, as if to jumpstart your movement. Instead you just whine and bare down on his cock harder, hips stuttering. You start to rock back and forth, propping yourself up on your hands. This brings your chest close enough to Ethan that he lifts his head and wraps his lips around your nipple, caressing it with his tongue, then scraping it with his teeth.

You cry out in pleasure, eyes watering, but he doesn’t let you lose the rhythm you’ve gained. Ethan’s hands, now free, help you work your hips back and forth. He looks up at you, both with the black eyes of a predator, and the controlled gaze of a dominant partner, sucking the tissue of your breast into his mouth. You’re panting, moaning each outbreath, grinding your pussy against him. This was the exact sensation you’d been craving. Rubbing your clit against his body, rocking against your g-spot, stuffed full of cock. Every feeling is so potent that it borders on pain and you started crying at some point and now you can’t stop.

His mouth is now focused on your other nipple, hands on your hips, but you’re doing the work. It's shameful, to use his body so blatantly, yet Ethan loves it, encourages it. He looks on in admiration because he knows you’d never be sluttly around anyone else; they couldn’t make you this brave. The place your bodies meet is so slick that the combination of your pre-cum and his is that it’s drying halfway down your thigh. You can feel yourself sticky with sweat when Ethan finally releases your other nipple. He doesn’t look nearly as far gone as you feel.

“Baby, you, your ah -” you let out a breath of defeat and try again. “I want you to cum.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he assures.

“No! I want you too!” He responds to your insistence with a look of disapproval.

“Why? Because you can’t finish until I put my seed inside you?” Despite the situation his tone is stern. “I know that’s not true. You’re perfectly capable of making yourself finish.”

“I want to cum,” you sob for your orgasam, “but I - I '' You're fighting, trying to climax together, and Ethan isn’t having it, hand sliding back up to your throat. He brushes the tears from your jawline as he tilts your head to either side, getting the right grip on your neck before applying pressure. The palm of his hand barely rests against your airway, but his hands tighten around the sides of your neck, restricting the blood flow.

“Cum,” he commands. “Now. Cum.” It’s not a lot of force, but you can still feel your perception getting fuzzy. Ethan’s not giving you much, he never properly chokes you unless you’ve had an hour long conversation. Still, you can feel your body flooding with those fight or flight chemicals that your brain promptly confuses with pleasure. It's like a wall of water rising up in front of you. Then Ethan releases your carotid and you drown. Dopamine, serotonin, endorphins, adrenaline. His hand stays on your neck to keep you upright while you shudder with climax. At some point, the walls of your pussy contracting propels him into orgasam as well. It's not simultaneous, but it's pretty damn close.

He helps you collapse against him, stroking your hair while you catch your breath, coming back to earth. There's always this interlude. However harsh or domineering the sex was, he holds you like something precious, aways until your body calms, never rushing. It's why you let him call it love making, because at the end, you always feel loved. Cherished.

“So is that what you needed, angelo? he coos, affectionately. He turns his head and kisses your temple while you giggle, still high amidst the afterglow.

“I don’t know why you’re calling me angel after that,” you mumble into Ethan’s skin. He chuckles warmly, you can feel it vibrate in his chest. Tracing random patterns on your back, gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought. You let out a yawn, blinking hard to stay awake.

“Satiated?” You nod against his sternum, yawing again. “I’ll be big spoon c’mon.” He nudges you to roll off his chest and you curl onto your side, waiting only a moment before his warmth envelopes you. A lock of his sweaty hair falls onto your face, smelling of his shampoo. Instead of brushing it out of the way, you leave it be, too sleepy to care.

Notes: Posting another fic I'm unsatisfied with. For some reason I can't understand Ethan enough to write a fic that rings true. idk I hope ya'll enjoy anyways. thank you for reading!

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[mywritingonlyfans]

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.”

———

“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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[damiano-mylove]

Paintings and Peach Juice

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x afab!reader (I'm so sorry)

Wc: 1.5k

Cw(s): SMUT, swearing, oral (reader receiving), lowkey praise kink, but pretty vanilla (tell me if it sucks)

Summary: You, the reader, work on a painting during the night, but Ethan wants to bring you back to bed.

Masterlist

Paint stroked across the canvas in perfect placement with your brush. It laid onto the stretched canvas like the softest butter on the warmest toast. Every stroke, every colour, the portrait was only enhanced and made that much more beautiful by your talent. The smell of the oil paints filled the room, vented out by the window across from you; the scent only relaxed you further. Your thoughts roamed to the most peaceful crevasse of your mind while your hands seemed to know just what to do.

By the corner of your eye, you caught your reflection in the mirror in your living room. You had a paint smear on your cheek, and the messiest hairstyle you'd ever seen. But you looked happy. In the bright moonlight from the window, your eyes glistened with thought and concentration. You smiled to your reflection before continuing your painting.

In just a few days, Ethan would finally be allowed to see the painting. He'd promised he hadn't seen it, and you had to trust that he hadn't ruined his birthday present, that you've been working so hard on, for himself. While Ethan was milling about and awake, you'd had to cover the canvas in a cloth, but when he was gone or asleep, you sat right on your cushioned stool, legs crossed, totally ensconced by the artwork at your fingertips.

Just as you began touching up the whites of Ethan's eyes, on the portrait, you heard his soft footsteps against the hardwood floor of your flat. You quickly but carefully covered the painting with your cloth, that once was white but now appeared yellow with a streak of blue paint. Languid and nimble were your movements, just as Ethan rounded the corner into the living room, where you were.

His perfectly sculpted lips pulled into a smile, only revealing to you that he was still partially asleep. You grinned right back at the man without any clothing, save for his boxers. Your gorgeous swain padded toward you, then wrapped his strong arms around your middle. His lips, that were still slick with lip balm, met with the most tender part of your neck.

"Bed's cold without you," Ethan whispered in your ear. You sighed with a small smile, turning your head to capture Ethan's lips with your own very chastely. Within the kiss, Ethan began to smile before he spun your stool around to place his hands on your thighs.

Once the kiss broke, you sighed, "Five more minutes?"

"Amorino." His tone was the perfect bridge between authoritative and begging, only enhanced by him removing his hands. Sweetly, you pulled Ethan toward you with your legs. His warm, rough hand traveled up your leg as he came forward, only to rest on the underside of your thigh, that wrapped around his waist.

Gently, your fingers touched to his jaw. They danced just every so slightly as your hand began to rest, cupping his jaw, with your fingertips touching the roots of his illustrious hair.  Ethan's other hand pulled you infinitely closer, with his fingers gripping your waist as if you were the most expensive glass in the world; not hard enough to break you, but not soft enough to drop you.

In a steady yet slow movement, both of your leaned forward just enough till your lips came together, softer than The Creation of Adam. Your other leg hooked around his waist, to join the first, and Ethan picked you up with ease. He'd never had any trouble picking you up, even in a sleep coated state.

The kiss continued with a warm passion that translated between both of your souls, that you could feel from the pit of your stomach to the tip of your brain. Warmth from Ethan's skin was absorbed by your own skin, only forcing your heart to ache, along with the sweet watermelon taste from his lip balm that he applied every night before bed.

His footsteps were very sure and steady as Ethan brought you to the couch. The room got warmer, despite the cool Autumn air coming in through the window. Your hands wandered Ethan's exposed body in calm and known movements, while Ethan's hands squeezed handfuls of your thigh, leading to your ass. Lightly, your nails drew small patterns and pictures on Ethan's warm back, his muscles rippling beneath your touch.

"Dolcezza mia, I love you, I love you with my entire being," Ethan mumbled against your lips. You smiled like you'd never smiled before. Without a word, your lips wandered to the corner of his mouth, down to his jawline.

Your own lips peppered kisses that were wet and sloppy, but full of love, followed a vein on his neck. Ethan hummed above you, but his breath caught when, between your teeth, was Ethan's earlobe. You chuckled lowly, grazing your teeth gently across it. Ethan captured your lips again, the passion raw yet still demure. You broke the kiss to remove Ethan's t-shirt, that you were wearing.

"I love you even more," you responded.

With the revelation of the words leaving your lips, Ethan's ferocity was renewed. His lips pressed into yours with gracious meaning, leaving your heartbeat to multiply as he grinded himself into your heat that was clothed in just a pair of thin underwear. Ethan's tongue slipped by your lips, then perused your mouth. He tasted of peach juice and mint, which went extremely nicely.

Just as you were enjoying the taste of Ethan's tongue, his mouth left yours, opting to kiss and nip at other parts of your skin. In a hot and wet trail, Ethan's mouth began to trail down your body. His eyes looked to you for consent, to which you adamantly nodded, your breathing already heavy and hot.

In a steady yet serene movement, Ethan broke the hold your legs had on him to pull your underwear off of your form. For a second, before returning, your boyfriend took a moment just to admire you in your natural, beauteous state. His smile returned with his body on yours.

His face was level with your dripping, wet heat, as Ethan looked up at you with dark eyes, clouded with lust and extremely dilated pupils. You bit the corner of your lip just as he licked up your slit, catching your juices on his tongue, then enjoying your taste. You'd both been drinking peach juice earlier.

Then, without warning, the sweetness turned to pure sex. You let out a gasp as his tongue entered your folds, your hands tangling in the roots of Ethan's long hair. Still with his tongue circling inside of you, Ethan moaned at the sensation of you pulling against his hair, which sent vibrations through your core that seemed to reach even your fingertips.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Ethan," you groaned as his thumb found your clit. Ethan circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his finger, until his tongue and fingers switched roles.

It became his tongue that circled your clit, and Ethan's long, rough finger that entered your tight hole. You let out a pleasurable moan, which was only encouragement for the man between your thighs.

"You're absolutely fucking amazing." Who the fuck knew if your words were even intelligible? How could they be when the most gorgeous human being on the planet was taking you with his mouth, right on your couch, in the middle of the night?

That familiar pressure in your stomach began to form. It was a nucleus of sensation, your orgasm just ready to burst. Ethan noticed your breathing become more ragged, only to add another finger but keep the same pace. You began to shake, ready for what was to come, as your body began to coat in sweat. Against your clit, Ethan could be felt smiling, just before he delivered the final blow.

His lips completely captured your clit, sucking on it gently.

Orgasm hit you like the train at the end of Anna Karenina. Your legs shook around Ethan's head, your walls pulsing around his fingers, and total bliss overtaking every single one of your senses. Ethan only chuckled, lapping up the juices you produced for him. That only increased your pleasure tenfold.

"You're so gorgeous when you're getting fucked," Ethan commented after kissing your clit. You smiled, looking at him with slightly blurred vision. He laughed before picking you up in a bridal style, letting you rest against him.

Ethan brought you to the bedroom, where he then brought you a clean pair of underwear and a washcloth. You then asked, "What about you?"

"Oh, Amorino, you don't even have to touch me to make me come," Ethan laughed as he cleaned you off. You cast your eyes to his boxers, where an incredibly wet patch was visible. You felt a bit bad, but nothing could bring you off of this high. Ethan cast the washcloth away, to be dealt with when the sun rose, before changing his boxers out for clean ones.

As you both got back into the bed, Ethan pulled you close to his chest, where his lips connected with your forehead. "I really do love you," you whispered.

"And I love you."

Sleep came in a swift wind, making your senses shut down each by each. Last to go was the sound of Ethan's heart, beating in a deep rhythm, and his breathing that tickled your hair ever so slightly.

[doitjake]

omg

could you do something between the lines of reader being Ethan's s/o but sometimes having a thing with Vic? but, like, not cheating, they all know and are cool with it 💗

Smoke on the room

Ethan x Reader X Vic

A/N: ok so this is my first måneskin fic, i am very new to their fandom but anyway i hope y'all like it! I still don't have a link to the måneskin requests but for now they can send me messages!! <3

"It's not like she's the worst singer in the world, Thomas!" Damiano pulled a cigarette from the wrapper. "Miley is just better."

The cigarette package now passed through everyone's hand, and taking out a cigarette and lighting it - lo seemed to all of us a cooler activity than listening to Thomas and Damiano arguing about Lana Del Rey and Miley Cryus.

"It would be better if you two would shut up." Vic spoke up lighting probably his third cigarette of the night.

The large collection of bracelets on her arm made pleasant noises as she did so, it was the only sound, along with Damiano's voice muttering some swear words, that could be heard inside the tiny booth of a nightclub that was used as a dressing room for the band.

Ethan's fingers traced small involuntary circles on the exposed skin of my arm, and in his other hand he held the cigarette and removed it from his lips, throwing his head back to release the smoke.

"I think I prefer Lana Del Rey too." I spoke as Thomas handed me the lighter and soon after we slapped our hands together in a high five.

"You guys are the worst." Damiano raised his middle finger at us as he stood up and shook his empty beer bottle, "I'm going to get more booze so I can put up with you guys!"

"You saw he took your guitar, right?" Ethan asked Thomas.

"Shit!" In less than 10 seconds the guitarist was on his feet running and screaming trying to find Damiano, probably remembering the time the lead singer hid his guitar after they had argued about which was the best Toy Story movie.

Vic dragged the chair from the small table they were using as a dressing table with an eyeliner in his hand. "Can I?" She asks Ethan as she sits down on the other side of the couch.

"You're going to stick it in my eye anyway, Vic." Ethan smiles taking just one more drag before turning his face to her.

"And you love it!" Victoria laughs as she begins to outline his eyes.

"A little." He laughs for a second before Vic tells him to stand still so she doesn't miss.

I smile at the scene as I settle down on the couch releasing the smoke from my cigarette.

"I'm done!" Vic smiles satisfied as she holds Ethan's face and turns him to me.

"I loved it." I smile at Ethan and he leaves a quick kiss on my lips.

Vic smiles at both of us and stands up going to the dressing table again. "Now you, signora." She jokes letting the little bit of a Danish accent show.

"No, thank you. But I'm not a rock star who is going on stage from here" I stop talking to look at my watch on my wrist and then look back at her and smile. "15 minutes!"

"Come on! It's quick." Vic smiles and slaps the chair in front of her. "And without the cigarette."

I roll my eyes playfully and pass my cigarette to Ethan, who will soon be done with his.

As I sit down in the chair, Vic starts rummaging through one of her purses and turns to Ethan.

"Nude or Red?"

"Hmm, red" He replies throwing what's left of his cigarette into the ashtray.

"It's not the least bit feminist for you to ask a man to choose the color of my lipstick" I speak laughing at her.

"You're too indecisive to choose between two things." She takes the lipstick and winks at me.

I smile as she approaches me.

"Mouth closed, girl!"

There's no controlling some goosebumps I feel when Vic runs her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my neck.

I look at Ethan out of the corner of my eye and see my boyfriend smiling sideways with a cloud of smoke around him.

"You guys want more drink?" He asks getting up from the couch, scooping up some ash that fell into his pants.

"I'll have a beer." Vic speaks stepping back a little to take a quick look at Ethan.

With my lipstick still close to my lips, I reply "Same."

Ethan smiles at us and turns toward the door.

Victoria continues to dab the lipstick on my lips for a few seconds and when she moves a little closer and holds the back of my neck a little tighter I can't resist playing with the gold details on the hem of her shorts.

"Don't unfocus me." She runs her thumb around my lower lip.

"Sorry." I smile lightly against her finger.

When she finishes wiping, she takes a haul of paper to clean her fingertips, but doesn't pull away. Our knees still touch, and if she were to bend down our mouths would do the same.

And she does just that when I look at her again after turning to the mirror on the table.

She holds my chin and looks at my lips.

"Did you like it?"

And when Vic's lips slowly touch mine I can't remember to answer the question.

"Won't that make the lipstick smear?" I whisper against her mouth.

"It dries fast."

I place one of my hands on her waist, playing with her feel and the other goes up to her blonde hair. When our tongues are occupied with each other, all you can taste is beer, nicotine, and the strawberry essence of lipstick.

When Vic makes mention of sitting on my lap, I end our kiss, smiling at her and holding her waist.

"You have five minutes to get on stage, bass player." She looks at me incredulously at first but then laughs and pulls away as little as possible.

"I hate you." She smiles turning to the table to touch up her gloss.

"Damiano! There's no way I can play guitar without the guitar!" Damiano enters the dressing room as Thomas follows him.

Ethan enters right behind holding three bottles of beer, one half full and the other two full.

Vic walks past him and takes one of the bottles, kisses him on the cheek and walks out the dressing room door. "See you on stage, kids!"

Before I can grab the other bottle, which Ethan extends in my direction. Damiano steps in front of me and takes it. "Thanks, honey!" and heads toward the door as well. But he doesn't leave before he yells. "Don't even think about having sex now, Ethan Torchio! We have three minutes."

"Yes! And you still haven't returned my guitar!" Thomas runs after Damiano for the second time in the night.

Ethan laughs with slightly red cheeks and holds out his beer to me. I take a sip and hand it back to him.

He approaches me smiling and runs his finger along the corner of my mouth, "It was a little smudgy." He smirks, losing his shyness from seconds ago.

I slap his arm lightly and kiss him.

Ethan smiles at me and kisses the top of my head before intertwining our hands. "Let's go, babe"

[pjisskullourful]

𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

☕ Ethan × Victoria × reader

NSFW🔥 kinky action to the power of 3!

° Ethan Torchio/Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° Ethan has been your favourite café customer for ages, you’re secretly interested in him. one day he brings bestie Victoria in with him & her forwardness brings out more from your friendship

wordcount:::    9,117

° anon request:  i love the way you write smut 😩 and to be honest, it always turns me on. can i ask something, would you write victoria x reader x ethan? 🙃 ° HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈noone in this fic is heterosexual ° thankyou to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]:  molto bene: very good

“...and some caramel sauce, but can you make sure that gets drizzled on the inside of the cup please?”

You paused from hitting the button on the touchscreen to add this ingredient to the order and you looked up at the blonde woman standing on the other side of the counter. She visibly cringed, her pretty face twisting into a grimace and it looked like she wanted to walk away. “I know, it’s so extra. But it’s not for me, it’s for my friend and he is-...”

“Wait, is it Ethan?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but how did you know that? I swear I hadn’t said his name yet…”

You laughed, shrugging this off. “He lives next door, we see him literally every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s so nice and you always remember the nice ones and their orders.” 

You were grinning as you checked over the requested drink, it looked exactly as it should - a white mocha with a triple shot of espresso (there wasn’t any button on the computer to indicate his preference for two shots to go on the top with the last one separated to the bottom of the cup, but you had made the specific drink so many times that it would be impossible to forget), made with almond milk, served extra hot and with the caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, not just added to the top of the drink. You didn’t divulge to his friend that you had this order memorised because, ever since the first second you had seen him walking into the café, you had felt a deep need to impress him. She didn’t need to know that you always remembered serving him because he was the highlight of each day.

“And what can I get for you, hun?”

“Just a caffe latte.”

You had this added to the order with one tap of your finger. “What name can I put that under?”

“Victoria.”

You grabbed a second coffee cup sleeve, scribbling her name down as you wondered why you hadn’t seen her in here before. In the six months that Ethan had been living in the apartment building directly next to the coffee shop, he had never been accompanied by anyone during his extremely regular visits. You were certain that you would have remembered Victoria, she was effortlessly stylish in her red flannel shirt, smokey black and grey pigments applied around her eyes to bring out their natural blue all the more.

“I’ll get started on those for you right now.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were dotting the I’s in her name with two love hearts - a completely unnecessary flair that you didn’t typically add to a customer's cup. 

Some of the other baristas had to apply extra focus when they were making Ethan’s drink, the method not coming as naturally to them as other standard orders. But it had become automatic to you, just like fixing the locks into place on the back door when you were the last to leave at night.

And so your mind wandered, not too far - over to where Victoria was standing, looking at the display shelves of prepackaged gift boxes. You instantly wanted to know more about her, your eyes darting up whenever possible, greedily drinking in the details of her outfit and all of the antique-style jewellery she wore. Who was she thinking of as she considered the different selections of boxes? Surely, a partner, there was no chance of someone as attractive as her being single. She would be sharing those chocolates with a boyfriend, or burning the artisan scented candles in anticipation of a visit from her girlfriend.

“Victoria?” You called out and she looked up, instantly showing you a wide smile.

She reached out for the two drinks. “Thanks. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to say hi or anything to Ethan, but I feel like this lovely drawing says it all…” She said of the quick cartoon cock you had drawn.

You felt your cheeks heating. “Yeah, don’t worry- he’ll know what it means.”

“Awesome. See ya later.”

You spent too long watching her leave, your eyes taking in the sight of her tight black jeans, going down to the rainbow shoelaces that decorated her Doc Martens. By the time you came back to Earth, the next customer at the front of the line was looking at you impatiently, arms folded over their chest.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

--- --- ---

Your response from Ethan came in the form of a direct message via Instagram (you didn’t have his phone number, you hadn’t had the courage to ask for it and he hadn’t offered it). It wasn’t the first message you had received from him - the two of you shared memes back-and-forth or he would tell you he was reminded of you when out at a bar and a Backstreet Boys song came on (your ultimate guilty pleasure, he had learnt that when you were in charge, you would play the boy band over the café speakers all day long). There were times when you thought he was flirting with you, never certain if you were reading between the lines to find what you wanted.

This message could not be slipped into that classification, his intentions of having a purely platonic joke with you were clear.

There’s a dick drawn on my cup.

You were standing by yourself, enjoying your lunch-break cigarette in the shady area beside the coffee shop. You were laughing as you started to type your response.

New phone. Who dis?

I'm going to go FULL Karen next time I'm in there. He threatened. Tell your manager to start preparing now.

Karen Torchio, I am so terrified.

--- --- ---

"M'lady…"

You looked up from wiping a table clean, finding Ethan approaching you. "M'Ethan." You responded in your typical fashion, even crossing one ankle over the other to bob down into a curtsey. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to pop into the coffee shop later in the day - looking for a five pm caffeine fix because he kept hours that would only seem regular to a vampire. He would need a kick to get him ready for a gig or rehearsal with the band.

More than once, one afternoon coffee had stretched out with the two of you chatting, him keeping you company through the mundane tasks of closing the café. Before you knew it, the floors would be mopped and all of the machines were cleaned without you having a chance to become bored by the tedious activity. He would always help you carry the trash out, never complaining about the stench. He would walk you to the bus stop, waiting with you under the dim street light and waving you off into the night. 

“Oh, hi again.” You said to Victoria. “Same as before?”

“Actually, can I get tea this time- peppermint?” She asked.

He made a face. “Ugh, you and your hot toothpaste water.”

“While you keep making fun of me over this, we’ll see who gets to make-out with more girls- coffee-and-ashtray-mouth Torchio, or fresh-and-minty De Angelis.”

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He said, pulling up a chair to one of the available tables.

You returned back to behind the counter, typing the order of one peppermint tea and one very specific mocha into the till. The peak hours of the coffee shop were well and truly over for the day - there were only two other tables occupied. It was time to let some of the tension roll off of your shoulders, time to start thinking about what you would make yourself for dinner. There would be no more noisy and crowded moments, the most you expected were some school kids ordering their favourite sugar-filled drinks on their way home.

You could quickly prepare the order of the two friends, carefully carrying the full mugs over to their table. You set the tea down first, then the coffee in front of Ethan. “No dicks this time, Karen- does that make ya happy?”

He took an exaggerated pause, playing at needing time to think this over. “It’s an improvement, but I’m not gonna delete my negative Facebook review, not yet.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Victoria asked, blinking up at you curiously and you saw him raise a hand, half-covering his face. “It’s kind of personal.”

“Vic…” He sighed heavily. “You can’t just ask her about this- she’s at work and you literally met her five seconds ago.”

“What?” She asked defensively and you looked between the two of them, your mind racing as you saw him squirm in a way you weren’t used to. “I said: can I ask, do you see that distinction? It’s not like I just came right out and said it, she doesn’t have to answer, that’s why I phrased it as a request, not a demand.” She held a finger up, tapping it in midair to emphasise each syllable of the next word. “Dis-tinc-tion.”

You tucked your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, feeling uncertain of what you were about to walk into. “Right, do you wanna just ask it?”

She gave him one last smug look before looking up at you, batting her eyelashes a little. “Are you gay?” Now the rest of his face disappeared behind his other hand. 

You nodded, even as your cheeks filled with a natural and bright blush. This wasn’t the kind of conversation you usually had with a customer and you certainly hadn’t shared this revelation with Ethan before. It was clear this was something the two of them had discussed, but you could only wonder for how long or why it would appeal to them as anything of interest.

“Yeah, well, if you wanna get specific or whatever- bisexual.”

She grinned, raising her eyebrows as she looked back at him. “I told you. You need to stop questioning my gaydar.”

“How did you know, am I flaming back there without even realising?” You asked.

She giggled, the way that she was so pleased with herself was infectious. “No, no, nothing like that. But when I was in here before, there was a Tegan and Sara song playing and, whether on purpose or not, you were singing along, every single word.”

“Is that the same as gaydar?” He asked.

She dismissed this with a quick flick of her hand. “Irregardless, I was correct.” She gave you a subtle wink. “Thanks babe.”

You stepped back, prepared to walk away and at least pretend to be a productive employee. But you paused. “You are too, right? I mean, you’ve got the rainbow laces and the flannel, and you knew the song well enough to know it was Tegan and Sara…”

“Okay, well now I really have to get your phone number. Finally, someone who can match my gaydar.” She said, a look of awe on her face.    

You hesitated, for some reason, your eyes going to Ethan. You were used to women being far more upfront and bold with their advances, but this was by far the most confidently anyone had ever asked for your number. It was so cocky that you assumed this must be a joke - no one was this level of self-assured.

But she had grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser and was very purposefully pushing it across the table, to where you were standing. 

“Sheesh, don’t let Karen over here see me handing my phone number out to customers.” You said, attempting a joke to remove the awkward feeling that was currently stuck in the back of your throat. “He might update his review to include a bit about how this is a family café, not some sort of lesbian hook-up zone.”

“Anywhere can be a lesbian hook-up zone so long as you’ve got courage.” She said.

“Oh molto bene.” He said, the sarcasm thick. “Tell me, are there still tickets available for your TED Talk?”

She poked her tongue out at him. She picked up the napkin as soon as you were finished writing, folding it and tucking it into her pocket immediately. “Maybe if you lost the attitude, I would put you on my guest list.”

"Okay, holler if you need anything else."

Neither of them opposed you leaving and you got back to work - close to entirely distracted at this point. You couldn't keep yourself from glancing in their direction, especially when you heard Victoria's loud laugh.

More than once, you looked across in time to find Ethan staring at you while she was talking. Was it too presumptuous, too narcissistic to think they were talking about you?

You felt shy under his gaze and you couldn't properly recognise him in this moment. You weren't sure how to act while there was so much hanging in the space between the two of you.

You endeavoured to keep your distance (this seemed like the best option until you could remember how to treat him as your friend again). 

After about an hour, your last remaining co-worker was leaving and all of the other customers had left. You were completely alone with Victoria and Ethan.

“More toothpaste water?” You asked, approaching the table where they showed no signs of readying themselves for an exit.

“No, thanks.”

“Do you want us to clear out so you can clean in peace?” He asked.

“No, it’s fine, you can stay.” You said, collecting their empty cups. “So, what are you two up to tonight- some combination of raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer your guts out?”

“No, but that’s what we should do.” She answered excitedly.

“There’s a bar down the road that allegedly makes the best lychee cocktails in the whole world and our friend just won’t shut up about it and how much we need to try it- so, that was what we were planning to do, for a start, at least.”

You forgot about needing to wash the mugs, instead energetically jumping on to his train of thought. “No, they really are the best, though. It’s this new bartender they’ve hired. And on Fridays they do this deal where you can get a whole pitcher so fuckin’ cheap.”

“It’s Friday today…” He said.

“You should come with us.” She said, smiling up at you. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh, but I do.” You said. “I’ve got some leftover soup waiting for me in the refrigerator and then I get to do about a million loads of laundry.”

“Uh-huh, but after that?” He asked.

“I’d love to.”

— — —

“Would you stop fuckin’ looking at me like that?” You burst out.

Ethan finished lighting the cigarette that was already between your lips, the expression on his face reminding you of a puppy. You knew you should have felt bad for this, but the three cocktails you had consumed were making you feel bolder than usual.

Spirits had been high since the three of you had met up again at the familiar bar. You felt good in the outfit you had selected and he was being very generous in how many cigarettes from his pack he was sharing with you. Victoria was so easy to talk and joke with - it was as if you had already known her for ages, with the conversation getting louder as more of the second pitcher of the fruity cocktail was consumed.

But there was clearly something on his mind - regularly, he was the first person to stop laughing at any jokes and when you looked in his direction, more than once, you had been struck by how serious his expression was. He always looked serious, his default expression was that of someone on the verge of making a sombre life decision.

It was more than that tonight and you could feel that it had the potential to kill your mood. Something was keeping him preoccupied and it worried you.

“Like what?”

Victoria had disappeared in search of the ladies room, so it was just you and he tucked away in the corner of the smokers area. This seemed like the best time to confront him and give him a chance to get whatever was bothering him off of his chest.

“Like you’re over there trying to divide two-hundred and thirty-two by thirteen and you wanna ask me for help, but you don’t know if you should, or something.”

He laughed at that, the creases of concern leaving his forehead. “That is very specific.” He lit a cigarette for himself. “What makes you think that I don’t know how to solve that equation? Do you think that just because this is such a pretty face that I’ve got nothin’ going on in here?” He tapped his right temple.

“You’re dodging my question.” You said humorlessly.

He smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette. "I know and I'm doing a great job of it."

You scowled and got up from your stool, taking the step over to where he was sitting. You swatted at his shoulder a few times. "Stop it. I want you to talk to me." You continued to play-slap him, your wrists limp and flailing. "And if you don't, I'll be forced to give you the thrashing of a lifetime."

He furrowed his brow at you. "What? Hey, cut that out."

"Resistance is futile."

He gestured to the space behind you. "Your chair has just walked off."

"Huh?" You whipped around, finding that your barstool had been taken and relocated by another smoker. "Oh, sonofa…"

"Here, have mine. I'm not gonna make you stand in those heels, especially not after you were at work all day."

You put a determined hand to his chest, managing to stop him as he made as if to get up. "Actually, I have a better idea." Before he could question you any further, you placed yourself in his lap, crossing your legs and coming incredibly close to his face. "Okay, now resistance is futile. Talk."

He didn't start speaking immediately, instead he just looked at you, his surprise evident. You took a drag from your cigarette, wondering what it would take to get him to start talking.

You were aware that this level of closeness was beyond the familiarity the two of you had established. He didn't have anywhere to hide and neither did you, now you had to confront what was lying under the surface. You did your best to get comfortable, draping an arm over his shoulder, but there was a sense of restraint, caused by your uncertainty over how pleased he was with this.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing." He said, his brow furrowed once more as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Well, it's kinda awkward." He rested his hand at the small of your back.

"I- well, it's- you and I have- and I…" He sighed, scratching at his head. "I didn't expect that Victoria would ask for your number so quickly." He shook his head to himself. "I shouldn't be surprised, she's always been quick on the draw, especially when it comes to picking up gorgeous women. But this- this might just be a…"

"Hang on, hang on for a second- you just called me gorgeous."

"I've told you that you're gorgeous before."

"Nope. I mean, you've complimented me before, sure and you always tell me that you like my hair when it's freshly coloured. But…" You smiled, taking a drag of your cigarette, watching him. "...you think I'm gorgeous?"

"Of course I do. Are you kidding?" He said. "I'm sorry that I hadn't told you- you're the kind of woman who deserves compliments all the time. But then, I worry about being creepy and putting you in an uncomfortable spot 'cause I'm a customer, so you have to be nice to me and-"

Sitting in this semi-private corner, your body close to his, a nice buzz from the alcohol - you felt bold enough to act, to step over the old boundary line. You put your hand to his cheek, getting his attention as he breathed out another cloud of smoke. As you leaned in closer, he watched, his brow furrowed.

You kissed him, finding no resistance. Instead he sought to deepen the kiss, lips parting until you were fully indulging in his taste. It was warm and wonderful, making your heart soar, reminding you of how a compliment from him could change your day, could make you forget about any annoying customers. Reminding you of how a smile from him made it worth getting out of bed and going to work.

You were smiling, holding your eyes shut even as the two of you parted. It didn't matter how loud the music was, you were close enough to hear the heavy, trembling exhale as it fell from his lips.

"I think you're gorgeous too." You bumped your nose against his, very tempted by the idea of kissing him again. "You and your ridiculous coffee order. You and your shy smile whenever you catch my eye over the room. You and your concerned little frown lines when I tell you that I've been having a bad day. You and your absolutely bizarre sense of humour, sending me the most niché memes known to man. I think it's all so gorgeous."

When you opened your eyes, you found your new favourite of his smiles on his face. It was small, but so honest, reaching his eyes without showing any teeth. It was the calm look of a man comfortable with the decision your lips had just made. It made you want to kiss him again, because you had the feeling that he would kiss you back.

"So, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

You giggled, a crinkle forming on the bridge of your nose as you took a drag from your cigarette. "I was trying to play it cool. How was I supposed to know you felt the same? Imagine how awkward it would be if I had tried to hit on you, and you could only say something like, you're a great girl. And then we would have to keep seeing one another, everytime you wanted a coffee, this awkward dark cloud over us. That's nightmare material."

His hand had started to caress your thigh. "Well I wouldn't want to be the fuel of anything but pleasant dreams for you. But it is still kinda awkward, 'cause I think Victoria likes you and…"

"I think I like her too." You said, eyes still lingering back down to his lips. "You don't think that you can be attracted to two people at once?"

"I can't say that it's ever happened to me. But that doesn't mean it's not possible." He was still rubbing your leg.

"You've never experimented with two people at the same time?"

"That's not what I said."

You were smirking to yourself, watching him and the way he worried over his bottom lip. "So, what are you saying?"

He was shaking his head a little as he took another drag from his cigarette, another thoughtful look on his face. "I don't- what do you think I'm saying?"

You laughed, his deflecting was cute, but you were keen to get to the point. The two of you had been dancing around this for far too long and you were in a different setting, now you could be different versions of the people who saw each other almost daily. "Well, I- uh…" You cleared your throat, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "I'm not sure how you pronounce it, or anything. But…" His hand was so warm and firm on your leg, taking full advantage of the short dress you were wearing. "I believe it’s ménage à trois, right?"

"Right." He said, before laughing again and you joined him, marveling at how far you had progressed from what was typical. This conversation would have seemed ridiculous, out of place, only hours before. But somehow the two of you were navigating into this new territory together.

"What's so funny?" Victoria was sidling up to where you were sitting and you felt your cheeks get even hotter.

"She's teaching me some French." He said, suddenly not lost for words.

You shoved his shoulder as he laughed. You rolled your eyes before looking over to her. "It's not-"

"French kissing?" She asked. "'Cause it looks like you two are wearing the same shade of lipstick all of a sudden." She rested an arm at his shoulder. "Or is that just the lighting?"

He didn't rush to wipe his lips free of the dark shade, he didn't even try to hide his mouth behind his hand. "It wasn't especially French. But I mean, what's the classification for all of that?"

"French words." You clarified for her. "Ménage à trois…"

She smiled, giving a knowing nod. "Well, he already knows that phrase pretty well…" Her smile turned smug as she poked his cheek. "Don't you, honey?"

"Vic…" 

She stood up a little straighter. "Had you not gotten-"

"No, I had not quite gotten to that part yet." He said, almost scowling at her. "I was working my way up to that."

She rolled her eyes. "Always working your way up to somethin'..."

You put your hand to his wrist and pushed his hand down somewhat. "Hang on, I feel like I'm picking up on something and I could be way off here, so please correct me if I'm wrong. But have you two done this before?"

"Yeah."

He half-covered his face. "Subtlety Vic, can you please Google it?"

"What? She asked, so I answered." She said. "There's nothing wrong with being forward."

"She's right." You said, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Maybe if you were more forward and ditched the whole shy guy routine, you wouldn't need a wing-woman."

"No, I like the shy guy stuff." You said before meeting her gaze. "And I also like the wing-woman."

She smiled and moved in a bit closer. You couldn't help but follow the motion of her tongue sliding across and wetting her lips. She put her hand over your bare knee and you leaned forward.

Her hand went to the side of your face to draw you in those last few inches until you were close enough to kiss. You pressed your lips to hers, your heart racing as the aroma of her perfume filled your nostrils. Her soft fingers caressed your skin as the rest of the bar seemed to fade away for the moment. You leaned into her as she gently sucked on your lower lip.

Before you could open your mouth and invite her in deeper, she was gently pulling back. At once you were swarmed with a yearning for more, slowly opening your eyes to see her grinning at you.

“The wing-woman likes you too, babe.” She said.

You glanced at Ethan and saw that he was smiling as well - but not in a shy way that you were accustomed to seeing. Nor did it appear to be forced for your benefit. You were convinced that he was just as comfortable as you, invested in this increasingly-exciting encounter.

You readjusted how you were sitting in his lap, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body. You had mostly forgotten about the cigarette between your fingers, not rushing to return it to your mouth.

“But you two aren’t…?” You trailed off, gesturing between the two friends as a means to complete this question.

She gave her head a little shake. “No, it’s not even a friends with benefits situation. More like partners in crime…”

“Yeah, ‘cause conveniently we have the exact same taste in women.” He said.

“Sometimes guys.” She added.

“That sounds like a pretty great set-up.” You said.

Her smile had a mischievous quality to it. “We know how to have fun.”

“So, is there some sort of routine that you stick with, like do you always take people back to your place, or is it your place?” You asked.

“No, it’s not this choreographed thing.” He said, ready to give you a full explanation. “It’s more in the moment. We go to whoever’s house is closest, and what the third is most comfortable with, you know.”

She cleared her throat loudly. “Honey, this is when that subtlety thing you love so much doesn’t really work out.”

“Huh?”

She showed you a knowing smile as you took a drag from your cigarette. “She’s asking us to take her home.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. “You are?”

“I am.” You said with a confident nod.

“Well- I think, um… If that’s what you wanna do… ‘cause I would really-...” He trailed off, clearing his throat before trying a different approach. “My house is literally down the road.”

You licked your lips and grinned. “I know.”

“Thank God you like the shy guy stuff.” She said. “But this is shyer than usual, you’re having an extra affect on him, like-...”

“Two choices here, Vic- you shut up or I make you pay for it later.” He cut in.

— — — 

Ethan’s apartment was just as neat and well-organised as you had always imagined it would be (and you had imagined it. Sometimes you tried to picture him in his ‘natural habitat’, other times you wondered what it would be like to go home with him.)

But you didn’t get to see much of it - there was no time for a tour of the space when you had both he and Victoria whisking you away to the master bedroom. Their intentions were clear and even though you had never done anything like this before, it was easy to follow their lead.

Once in the bedroom, Ethan let his hand drop from yours so that he could pay her some more attention. He joined her at the foot of the large bed and you saw the two friends share a smile. She initiated the kiss as he pulled her to him.

He wrapped his arms around her petite body and lifted, getting her off of the floor. Then he tossed her backwards, with as little effort as if she were a ragdoll. She landed on the bed with a grin on her face and instantly set about getting comfortable.

You put a hand on his shoulder as you stepped closer to where he stood. “My turn?”

He bent down, placing his arm behind your knees so that he could scoop you off the floor. You felt entirely steady as he straightened up, carrying you into the air.

For an exhilarating moment, you weightlessly flew, expertly thrown away from his body. It happened so quickly that you didn’t have any time to register fear. Instead, your trust remained intact and you just had fun. You were also smiling when your back hit the mattress. Victoria moved in closer to you and slid her hand across your middle.

“Two gorgeous women in my bed…” He said, his tone full of awe.

She looked over her shoulder to where he stood. “What are you gonna do about it, honey?”

"Whatever our guest is comfortable with." He said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh don't worry about me. Currently I am very comfortable." You said, taking in the sight of his bare torso and feeling your heart beat harder. "Very, very comfortable." 

She sat up and leaned forward, slowly crawling across the mattress to him. "What does my nasty boy wanna do, hm? Should I get the box from under the bed, is that what kind of mood you're in?"

"Maybe." He said, his eyes appearing darker in this moment as he looked at her. "Maybe I'm in the mood for some pegging."

"Really? God, you know how much I love pegging you…"

"Yes, I do know." He said, bending down until he could capture her lips in a kiss.

As he kissed her, she put her hands to the buckle of his belt. She took this off of him as they separated from the kiss, she tossed the accessory away. Then she was moving, climbing off the mattress in pursuit of this box.

This left Ethan to place all of his attention on you. He brought his knees down to the mattress, starting to move toward you, his eyes fixed on you as the target. You licked your lips, staring back just as intently. His hand began on your ankle, travelling upwards as he came in closer.

"Let's get you out of this dress, yeah?"

"Yeah." You eagerly responded.

You moved your hands up to his face, your fingers caressing his skin and you licked your lips. Tilting your head to the side, you initiated the kiss. His warmth engulfed you as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands moving to your back. He found the zipper of your tartan dress, pulling this down. He eased the fabric away from your skin, letting it pool around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to tease your tongue at his lips. He was busy unclasping your bra, moving the lingerie aside. Then he wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his jaw, sinking into this deeper embrace with you. You pushed your bare chest flush to his, enjoying the feel of his firm hands grasping your back.

Victoria's hand collided with his butt with a loud smack, interrupting your flow. He pulled back, glancing over his shoulder. She had removed all of her clothing, revealing a pierced nipple. 

Aside from a smirk, the only thing that she wore was a harness-style belt, with straps that wrapped securely around her upper-thighs. Her hands were full - a black dildo in one and a bottle of lubricant in the other.

"Pants off, honey."

She rejoined you on the bed as he moved away. She placed the objects down, emptying her hands before starting to kiss you. Both of you let your hands explore, with you caressing her neck and shoulders. Her hands travelled up your sides, squeezing as you arched your back into her.

You were breathless, keeping your eyes shut as her kisses started to move down your neck. You let your fingers play through her silky hair as she kissed across your collarbone. Your nipples were hard before her mouth reached this area, her lips wrapping around one of the stiff peaks. You moaned when she started to suck, you were too turned on to contain yourself or feel inhibited.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding where Ethan was standing. Your eyes bulged as you looked at him now that he was naked. Your throat clenched and you found yourself looking at the largest dick you had ever seen.

"Oh my God." You could hardly get the words out.

This got Victoria's attention. She sat up, following your line of sight. "You've never seen one that big before, eh?"

You shook your head, your mouth feeling dry. "Um, only in porn."

"Yeah, I was the same the first time we fucked." She said while he patiently waited at the end of the bed. "But it's okay, he's really gentle when he needs to be and he makes it feel so good."

"I've just never had one that big before…" You said.

"I'm sorry, does it freak you out?" He asked, one hand bashfully moving down.

You instantly shook your head. "No, no, it's not that, it's just…"

"It'll fit." She said, close to your ear. "Don't worry, he knows how to make it fit and once you take it, you're gonna love it."

You finally broke eye-contact with his hardening dick, looking at her smiling face and nodding. "I believe you, I'm just surprised…"

She stroked your hair. "Just relax, babe. We're gonna take really good care of you and make you feel really amazing, okay?"

You drew in a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you alright if I come over?" He asked.

You looked at him and smiled. "Yes, of course."

He crawled across the bed, his eyes studying your facial expression. "We can start off… let me warm you up a little bit."

Your smile widened and you felt yourself relax some. "Okay."

"I want you to get comfortable on those pillows." He said. "You can lay down, you can rearrange them, you can take your dress off if you like. However you're most comfortable, baby."

You grabbed the fabric around your waist and lifted the dress up, removing it. You parted your legs as you watched him coming closer.

She tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you on the cheek. "We're gonna make you feel amazing."

You leaned back against the pillows, taking another deep breath. He came in between your legs, leaning down. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him remove your underwear.

He started to lay kisses down upon your cunt, with your belly filling with butterflies in response. His lips moved slowly as he thoroughly discovered this area.

Victoria leaned in, placing her hand to the back of your head. She guided you in for more kisses. You let her tongue tease your lips apart as the two of you settled into a decadent rhythm. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her naked body to yours as her tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

He put both of his hands against the insides of your thighs, gently pushing so as to part your legs even further. Then he moved lower and the tip of his tongue found your slicked entrance. Your whimper was muffled by her lips and you put your hand to his head, a silent encouragement.

His tongue dipped inside of you and your body swarmed with a lovely warmth. She pulled away but you kept your eyes shut. You lazily twisted some of the strands of his hair around your fingers as his tongue worked between your inner-walls.

There was a smile on your face as your eyes fluttered open, curious of what the other woman was doing. Looking to your side, you found that she had attached the dildo to her belt, affixing it at her crotch. She moved away from you, her eyes travelling down his naked body.

She moved down the mattress, taking the bottle of lube with her. She held her index and middle fingers out, then squeezed some of the product onto the extended digits.

Ethan whined into your pussy as she began to play with his hole. He rubbed his tongue harder against the inside of your cunt. She worked at coating his hole in the lubricant, easing her fingertips inside.

She squirted more of the lube out, this time applying it to her temporary phallus. His tongue was moving faster inside of you as his anticipation grew, flicking up-and-down.

She smacked his butt again and he pulled back, moaning. "Are you ready for my cock, nasty boy?"

He nodded. "Mm-hmm, but I… it makes sense for- if we- if I'm inside of you first…" He gestured to you. "And then you can put it in me." He gestured to her. When he looked back at you, it was with wide eyes. "Do you think we can try? We don't have to if you don't feel…"

You leaned forward and took one of his hands in yours. "I want to."

"What a good girl." She practically purred.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I want you to fuck me, I'm sure."

"Just let me grab a condom." He said.

She came back over to sit next to you, rubbing your arm. You could feel the swarm of butterflies in your tummy, but you returned the smile that she showed you.

After applying the condom to his erection, he returned to place himself directly in front of you. You leaned in, kissing him and moving your hand up to his cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he filled the space in between your legs. He leaned his body weight into you, easing you against the headboard of his bed.

Your body pulsed with anticipation as he repositioned his legs, pressing his hips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him to you.

Your cunt was fluttering as the head of his dick began to stretch you open. He moved slowly, gradually filling more of you. Your arms tightened around him as you had a moment of reminding yourself that this was actually (and finally) happening. You broke the kiss, keeping your eyes shut to savour this closeness.

And he was still getting closer.

“Do you feel good, babe?” Victoria asked.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning to look at her.

She captured your lips in a kiss as he worked deeper inside of you.

He stopped with a heavy sigh, and you were full. Your body buzzed with all of the anticipation, thrilled to discover what would come next.

She parted from you, leaving you licking your lips. He was looking between the two of you, watching your intimate exchange with great interest.

She leaned over to him, closing the distance between them. They each began to smile when her nose bumped against his, and then they kissed.

“Are you ready, nasty boy?” She asked.

Words seemed to fail him in his excited state and he just nodded his head. She glanced in your direction (a lustful grin on her face) before moving away. The false phallus swung and bobbed in the air in front of her as she sought a new position. She placed herself behind him, her hands stroking across his bare skin. She sat behind him, her chest pressed to his back as her hands explored the sides of his torso.

She wrapped an arm around his middle while her other hand worked out of sight, directing the dildo to his awaiting hole. He let out a shaky exhale and his eyes became unfocused as the penetration started. You felt him twitching inside of you as she eased the dildo in deeper.

“You like that, honey?” She asked.

“God, yes.” He moaned.

His eyes shut as he tilted his head back, presenting his face to the ceiling. You watched as different muscles in his body tensed and quivered, the pleasure radiating out, poised to ruin him. His breathing deepened and she smiled as she checked his expression, delight sparkling in her eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, wiggling his hips a little.

Her arm around him started to relax. “Is that-?”

“It’s fuckin’ perfect.” He quickly affirmed.

“Good boy.” She said, loosely holding onto his hips. “Can I leave some marks on your shoulder here?”

“You’re so tacky.” He said.

“What, since when have hickeys been a crime?” She innocently asked.

“Yeah, I think they’re sexy.” You contributed.

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you really gonna say no to both of us?”

“Alright, go ahead.” He admitted defeat.

She maintained eye-contact with you, her light eyes glimmering as she began to place kisses on the skin of his shoulder. At the same time, she adjusted her hold on his hips to something more secure. She held him in place and thrusted forward.

One of his strong arms encircled your waist and he braced himself with a hand on the headboard behind you before he began to move as well. He stroked himself deeper into you and you felt excitement blooming in your chest.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss as another buck came from his hips. You kissed him deeply as he began to find a tempo, your pussy stretching around him again-and-again.

His moans vibrated into your mouth and it wasn’t long before his speed increased, becoming confident in his momentum. You arched your back, lengthening the collisions between your bodies as each pump from him awakened more sensitivities in you. Victoria’s huffs of effort accompanied the wet sounds of your mouths working together.

When you parted, he stared you down. He was looking at you differently to how he ever had before - seeing more, seeing deeper than all of those glances across a crowded room could allow. And, amongst all of your whimpers and whines, he didn’t see anything that turned him off, consistently taking you further with every masterful pump.

“You like that, do you feel good?” He asked.

You grinded your hips against his. “I fucking love it.”

Victoria nipped at his earlobe, her body still moving with his. “Now’s not the time to be shy, nasty boy. Tell her that you love it too. ‘Cause I know you do, you’re having the time of your life right now.” She grabbed at a section of his long hair, twisting some of it around her fist to give it a tug. “I bet you’re gonna come so hard for us, aren’t you?”

He turned to look at her. “Why don’t you find out, hm? Make me come.”

She licked her lips and snapped her hips into him faster, skin audibly slapping skin as she set into a more intense tempo. His lips parted, but he didn’t have anymore words to say, he just panted for air as he came into you quicker-and-quicker.

The pressure was building up inside of you, to a level that was almost too much to cope with. You put your mouth to his shoulder (the side untouched by Victoria) and began to kiss, leaving an invisible trail of your spit. Riding the incredible waves of pleasure, you started to suck on his skin. You moaned into his muscle as your body trembled.

With your walls spasming uncontrollably, you shattered at your peak. Your jaw dropped as your strength wholly fled you in one second.

“Yes, ah.” You whispered, starting to peel back from Ethan.

Before you could get too far, he was gripping your body to his, craving more friction between your bodies. He was greedily chasing his own release, unrelenting in his need. You felt like you could be split in half in the face of his impassioned jolting, and she kept surging him on.

“God…” He cried out as your swollen pussy clenched on him.

“C’mon honey.” She said over the sound of his laboured breathing.

His tempo began to suffer, desperately carrying on until he ultimately dissolved into the heights of pleasure.

She could read him, instantly quitting her effort. He leaned forward, resting his head against you, his arm loosening around you. As he shuddered slightly, she withdrew, resting back on her elbows and trying to regain her breath.

Gradually, he pulled away from you and you slumped against the headboard. His fingers caressing your cheek prompted you to open your eyes, finding him studying your expression.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s how I’d word it.” You said, earning you a smile from him. “Is the wing-woman alright?”

“You two wore me out.” She said.

You leaned in closer to him, whispering into his ear. “You could use this moment to get revenge for those love bites…”

He nodded in understanding, while she remained oblivious. He crawled over to where she lay and began to remove the harness that held the dildo, which she didn’t resist.

He hovered over her, giving her a few kisses. “You can’t be too worn out yet, you haven’t even had your turn. I’m not gonna just leave you out, honey.”

“I’d be an idiot to turn down an offer like that.”

“You just lay there and relax and we’ll take care of you.” He said.

You edged forward, you didn’t know what he had planned - but you knew that you wanted in. “Yeah, we’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Her eyes darted between the two of you and a smile on her face gave away some of her excitement. He guided her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. You moved in closer and began to stroke the smooth skin of her leg.

He leaned down, taking his face up to her cunt. She shivered as he exhaled upon the sensitive area. “Hm. You’re looking quite wet, maybe you’ve been ready for your turn for a while.”

He dragged his tongue between her labia and her eyes fluttered shut, with her face taking on a dreamy kind of expression. He then worked his way off to the side, bringing his lips to her thigh. He applied lingering kisses to one, before returning to her crotch. He moved slowly over to the other thigh, then back to the centre, setting into a decadent routine. She lazily stroked her fingers through his hair as he treated her.

“You have a really gorgeous body.” You said, your eyes sweeping up-and-down as you couldn’t help but admire all of her. “And your legs, especially, are very sexy.”

“You think so?” She asked.

“Definitely.” You instantly replied. “It’s probably a testament to the amount of time I’ve spent grinding on thighs that legs can turn me on so much.”

He lifted his head to look at you, showing you the glisten on his lips. “She tastes as good as she looks. Try.”

She nodded and he moved out of the way, offering you the space between her legs. You were fast to reposition yourself, eager to experience this part of her. She watched you and raised one of her hands, stroking your face.

You got down to her cunt, taking in her primal, intimate scent. You placed a kiss to her clitoral hood, letting the little bulb rest against your lips. Then you gave it another kiss. You completed the third kiss by pushing your tongue forward, rubbing it against her, which prompted her to whisper your name.

Beside your head, he began rubbing her thigh. “I don’t think that I’ve ever properly appreciated your legs.”

“Yeah, you’re usually pretty improper.” She teased.

“Now that she’s pointed it out, I’m just noticing how very kissable they are.”

“All of her is very kissable.” You said, briefly breaking contact with her cunt.

He joined you in lying between her legs. She didn’t question his motives, lying relaxed as he began to kiss her bare thighs. You were running your tongue in circles around her clit.

“Can I just say that I love my turn?” She said.

“Enjoy all of the attention, honey.” He said.

As he laid more-and-more kisses on her skin, you opened your mouth and inched your face lower. You placed the tip of your tongue at her entrance, then dragged it up between her folds. As you repeated the motion you were tasting more of her.

You returned your tongue to her entrance, using it to work her open. She cursed under her breath and you felt her body stiffen as you moved your tongue deeper. Your lips were pressed flush to her skin as you used long and slow strokes on her inner-walls. She could hardly contain her whimpers, arching her back.

“Are you…?” She began, sounding as if she were struggling to maintain her focus. “You’re giving me fuckin’ hickeys, aren’t you?”

He released her skin from his mouth. “I thought you said it wasn’t a crime.”

“I should’a known you wouldn’t let… that… go.” Her speech became slower as you returned to playing with her clit. “You’re so damn pett- ah…” You made her whole body jolt as you stuffed two fingers into her cunt. She sputtered wordlessly as you worked both your tongue and fingers on her, feeling her walls start to spasm.

She gave up on her sentence with a huff. When she spoke next, her tone had changed. “Actually, I don’t care. While she’s doing that, you can do whatever you want.”

Along with her laboured breathing, you could hear the sounds of him sucking at her skin as he worked to leave his mark.

Inside of her, you pumped your fingers, setting into a merciless rhythm. All the while, you kept toying with her clit. You felt her walls clench every time you sucked it. The faster you circled it, the louder she got.

The mixture of saliva and cum dripped from your lower lip. Her arousal was blocking out your other senses as you chased different reactions from her.

“Oh, babe.” She whimpered. Her composure was starting to abandon her and her hips stuttered upwards in a desperate, unpredictable fashion. You didn’t let this dislodge you, sticking with your consistently quick pacing. “Fuck.”

It only took a couple more strokes from your fingers to get her over that edge. Her pussy clamped down on you as she whined louder than ever. Her body jerked and twitched uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

You and Ethan sat back at the same time, giving her the space to go limp. She laid mostly still, an occasional flinch happening while she worked to regain her breath.

Without a word, he got up from the bed and walked out of the room, the two of you left to recover in silence. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and began to wonder how quickly he would want you out of his home now that the deed was done.

He returned to the bedroom carrying two bottles of water. One was handed to Victoria, the other to you.

He met your eye as he sat down, then he slightly bowed his head. “M’lady…”

You grinned. “M’Ethan. It’s kinda weird, you bringing a drink to me.”

“And I did it without any training, can you believe it?” He joked, making you laugh, which helped this encounter feel less foreign.

“Where’s your bathroom?” You asked and he pointed it out for you.

When you returned, she was sitting up with him. Their conversation halted as soon as you stepped through the door, with both of them staring at you. You saw that they each wore a smile, but you hesitated, unsure of what you had just interrupted.

“What, what did I miss?” You asked.

“Nothing, just come sit down.” He beckoned, there was a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dunno about that, I feel like you two partners in crime are up to something.” You said with exaggerated suspicion.

“Definitely not. Just come chill with us.” She said.

You made a show of how slowly you approached the bed, then you perched yourself at the very edge. “So what were you talking about?”

The two friends shared a knowing smile before she spoke. “We were talking about how there’s no way you’re leaving here without a hickey.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐄.𝐓

gif credits to @ethantorchio you can find the original gif set here

requested: yes

summary: Ethan takes the reader out on a date at the beach

pairing: Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

word count: 450

what kind of content: this is the definition of fluff

warnings: none

a/n not the biggest fan of this one, but we all love some cute ethan content don’t we? Also, yes i the reader had to celebrate her successful exam.

“Hey! Wow, you look stunning y/n”, Ethan greeted you as you opened the door.

“Thank you! You don’t look too bad yourself.” a smile appeared on both of your faces.

”Let’s get going we have a passed exam to celebrate“ Ethan said and you two went to his car

You both sat in the car singing along to the music that blasted through the car speakers. At a red light, Ethan looked you in the eyes, and you felt your heart race. Soon you saw the beach appearing in front of you. Ethan parked the car and grabbed a picnic basket from the trunk.

“I can’t believe you remembered how much I love the beach,“ you looked at him un adoration. The fact he remembered it after you briefly mentioned it once made your heart swell in your chest.

“Of course I remember.” a shy smile on his.

You walked down the stairs to the beach holding hands. The drummer spread out he blanket on the sand. You both sat down, and he unpacked the picknick basket. Your jaw dropped, when you saw he brought all your favorite things. Your favorite snacks, drinks and even flowers.

“I can’t believe you thought about all of this... I- I don’t even know what to say. Thank you so much.” I was completely speechless.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I wanted us to have the best date possible, because that’s what you deserve. Only the best.”

You looked at him in awe, trying not to squeak. On the inside, you were freaking out. Your heart was racing and the butterflies in your stomach were about to explode.

“This really is the most perfect date ever. I couldn’t think of something better. Also, the night sky is extra beautiful tonight.” you pointed out and looked up, admiring the stars sparkling in the dark of the night.

Ethan also looked up to the sky for a moment. Then he looked back at you as he much rather admired your beauty. You felt his eyes on you and started to blush.

“You’re right, the night sky really is beautiful, but it’s not as beautiful as you.”

“Eth you need to stop with all these compliments, my heart can’t take them. You’re too cute.”

“I’m never gonna stop giving you compliments!”

You just smiled and leaned into him. He but his arm around your shoulder, holding you tightly. For a while neither of you said a word, only listening to the ocean. You were just enjoying each other's company.

“I think I’m falling for you, Ethan Torchio.”

“I think I already fell for you way to hard Y/n Y/l/n.”

[definitelynotdamiano]

Måneskin shot by Francis Delacroix

[written-on-the-trees]

Driving Home For Christmas - Ethan Torchio Imagine

Prompt: Driving Home For Christmas

Summary: It's been a while since Ethan has seen his girlfriend Serephina, but he's finally on the way home to see her. It's just a shame he's sharing the journey with his idiot bandmates.

Find this story here on Ao3, find this year's previous imagines here, and find last year's imagines here.

Ethan had had an amazing year.

Winning Eurovision, getting nominated for awards (and winning one of them), breaking into the American market, topping charts all over the world while he got to travelaround the world, it had been beyond amazing. It had been so good sometimes he was still half-certain he was going to wake up at any moment and find out that it had all been some kind of fantastical dream.

Somehow, seemingly impossibly, he hadn’t been dreaming…and as happy as he was to actually be living his dream, he was also happy to be on his way home now.

It had been an amazing year: but it had also been a long one. And as much as Ethan had loved every second of it, he’d also missed his girlfriend.

Seraphina had her own job and life to lead in Italy – and although they’d tried to fly out to see each other as much as possible, it wasn’t as often as Ethan maybe would’ve liked. As in, it was definitely less often than Ethan would’ve liked. So as happy as he had been touring the world with Måneskin, he was even happier now to be going home to his Seraphina.

He had been texting with her since he’d landed at the airport, all through security and baggage claim and while Thomas drove back to the city they all lived in

The fact that he’d been getting away with it for that long should’ve been a red flag…and yet Ethan was still taken by surprise when Damiano snatched his phone from his hand.

“Who have you been talking to for hours…” he asked, before rolling his eyes upon seeing the chat still open on Ethan’s phone: “Urgh…really?”

Ethan rolled his eyes at Damiano’s response – but it wasn’t exactly surprising. For all he presented himself as a romantic figure, Damiano was one of the least romantic people Ethan knew. He fell in and out of love every week, and didn’t understand how anyone – mostly Ethan – could happily commit to someone who he wasn’t even in the same country as half the time.

Ethan got it; long-distance relationships weren’t for everybody. They were a lot of challenges involved, but that didn’t mean Ethan wouldn’t defend his relationship to his last breath…

…except he didn’t get the chance.

“Don’t pull that face.” Victoria snapped at Damiano, turning round in the front passenger seat to glare at their front man: “Ethan and Seraphine are really cute together. Just because you can’t keep a girlfriend.”

Victoria, on the other hand, may not present herself as overly romantic, but she was the biggest sucker for love Ethan had ever met. She loved love, loved people overcoming things like long distances between them, loved a happily ever after. And, according to her when she’d had a few too many drinks, she really thought Ethan and Seraphina would be together forever.

She’d also shut Damiano down any time he tried to question Ethan about his and Seraphina’s relationship, even though he was usually well-meaning. Damiano wasn’t a dick, he actually really liked Seraphina, he just didn’t understand why Ethan was in a monogamous relationship.

Something he thought was completely understandable – and defended himself ‘accordingly’.

“What? I’m just asking a question!” he demanded of Victoria.

Victoria, of course, was not backing down: “You were not! You were going to start going on about open relationships again!”

“Because they’re great!”

“So is Ethan’s relationship with Seraphina!”

Ethan looked up to meet Thomas’s eyes in the rear-view mirror, and they shared an exasperated look. They were far used to this kind of shit; Damiano and Victoria fought like cats and dogs…loudly and constantly. It came from a good place, with no real animosity, they were just both very confident in their opinions, and unafraid to express them.

Loudly.

Normally, Ethan was all far it. He was happy to let them go back and forth; they both gave as good as they got, and it was usually pretty entertaining. It was less entertaining, however, when they were discussing his relationship.

He waited until Damiano paused for breath, and quickly interjected because Victoria could: “I’m actually very happy for you two not to fight about my relationship with Seraphina, thank you.”

Both of them had the good grace to look chagrined, but that didn’t stop Damiano from petulantly muttering: “I just don’t get it.”

“Do you have to, though?” Thomas answered him, while Ethan nodded in agreement: “It’s Ethan’s relationship. If he’s happy, why does he need you to get it?”

“But how can you be happy? You haven’t had sex in over a month!” Damiano asked Ethan directly.

Of course, Victoria was quick enough to jump back in: “Sex isn’t just about putting you dick or fingers or tongue in someone.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Damiano waved her off: “Obviously, but – ”

“You know I won’t discuss this with you.” Ethan reminded him, because Seraphina wasn’t comfortable with him discussing their sex life with his friends, and Ethan respected that: “I’m happy, Damiano. I really am.”

Damiano’s shoulders dropped, the fight leaving him as quickly as it had entered: “I just want to make sure you’re in a good place.”

“I know,” Ethan reached out to grab Damiano’s shoulder: “I appreciate it. And I really am in a good place with Seraphina.”

Damiano nodded, and handed Ethan his phone back before he went back to looking out of the window, and Ethan was more than happy to lapse back into silence.

Though he’d never admit it to Damiano, there were times when his faith in his relationship had faltered. It was sometimes hard to not want to have sex with the fans throwing themselves at him, not when half the songs they performed were about fucking…but Seraphina had been very clear all along that monogamy was one of the few things she was not willing to compromise on. And as flirty as their fans were, none of them could hold a candle to Seraphina.

She just gothim. Whether they were in the same room or in different time zones, she was his perfect woman, and there was no way in Hell Ethan was risking that on a one-night stand. Not when she loved him so effortlessly.

And put up with his bandmates so graciously.

09:43

Is everything okay?

Did Damiano steal your phone again?

Ethan smiled, picturing Seraphina rolling her eyes at their ‘antics’, and quickly typed back:

09:51

Everything is brilliant; I’ll be home with you soon.

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ We’re Everything To Each Other That We Ever Needed 3: Being Without You Is Like Being Without Myself ~

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Chiara Russo (fictional character)

Word count: 4629

Warnings: smut, swearing

Summary: Ethan makes an unexpected decision.

Ethan stormed out of the bathroom and went downstairs to see Damiano sitting on the couch in the living room. When he saw Ethan he immediately stood up.

- Ethan.. fratello.. I’m so sorry.. - Damiano said trying to reach Ethan’s shoulder.

- How dare you call me a brother? Huh? After what you did? - Ethan was furious and nothing would be able to stop him.

- I know I fucked up, but hey, you know I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry - Damiano said clearly feeling guilty.

- You’re not sorry, at least have some balls to fucking admit it. - Ethan stood up in front of him. - You always take everything you want huh? You don’t even care of what other people feel, you just go and grab anything you’d like without any consequences. And you had to do it with Chiara too right? You had to take the only fucking person I truly loved! - Ethan grabbed Damiano’s shirt and it was only a matter of time till he hits his face.

- Ethan I swear I didn’t want that to happen, I was drunk.. - Damiano said trying to stop him.

They were both looking into each other’s eyes, Ethan’s dark from anger, Damiano’s guilty.

- You’re pathetic, I’m not even gonna waste my time on you, you fucking piece of shit! - Ethan let go of Damiano, gave him the last death stare and walked out of the house.

*in the meantime*

Chiara was overwhelmed. She was sitting at the counter for 15 minutes now after Ethan left her alone and stormed out of the bathroom. She was numb. Her cheeks were red and wet from the tears, her eyes puffy. She’s never seen Ethan that angry. He was always calm, quiet and when something bad was happening he always preferred to talk than argue. But Chiara couldn’t blame him. She was the one who betrayed him and broke his heart.

Chiara slowly stepped off the counter, not really knowing what to do with herself. She went out of the bathroom and picked up the T-shirt from the floor. She took off the heels and the dress and she put on a shirt, sitting on the bed. Chiara knew that she has no right to be in Ethan’s room but she didn’t have enough courage to go downstairs after what she did with Damiano.

How could you do this Chiara? How the fuck could you cheat on Ethan, he was so good to you, always so caring and loving, so polite, what the fuck were you thinking!? - she said to herself and closed her watery eyes.

Moments passed and she heard a quiet knock on the door. She said muffled “come in” and a second later she saw Victoria entering the room. Her face was serious like never before. Chiara figured that she knows about everything.

- Damiano told me what happened. - she said coming up to Chiara and sitting next to her on the bed. - Girl, you fucked up.. - she sighed.

- I know.. - Chiara’s voice broke. - I really didn’t mean for that to happen.. - she started crying.

Victoria wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a warm hug. Chiara didn’t expect that, she thought Victoria will yell at her.

- I know you didn’t want that, Chi. Damiano is so embarrassed, he talked to Ethan and they fought. Ethan stormed out of the house and Damiano locked himself in his room. - Victoria said stroking Chiara’s back gently, trying to calm her down.

- What the fuck was I thinking, Ethan will never want to speak to me again. - she said covering her face and breaking down even more.

- If you really didn’t mean that, Ethan will understand. I’m not saying he will come back to you but give him some time. He loves you and he’s crazy about you. It’s gonna be all good. - Victoria said resting her head on Chiara’s, still stroking her back.

***

It was evening already and Chiara spent the whole day in Victoria’s room. They talked about what happened and Victoria promised her that she will help her fix everything. Thomas also sat with them for some minutes and told Chiara that even though she fucked up big time, he knows Ethan and he’s sure that they will fix it between each other. Chiara also talked to Damiano which at the beginning was really awkward but then they apologized to each other, hugged and decided to leave it in the past. She also promised him to help him with Giorgia. All that didn’t mean anything though as long as she didn’t fix everything with Ethan, which still didn’t come back home.

Ethan was walking around Rome all day, thinking of what to do. He felt lonely, betrayed and not appreciated at all. He felt like he will never be enough for anyone. He was crying half of the time but had to hide it when some fans were coming up to him to take a picture. He’s never been so broken but after all day wandering around he decided to go back home and have a serious conversation with everyone.

- Can you all come downstairs, per favore? - Ethan said, stepping inside the living room.

Chiara heard his voice and her heart started beating faster, her stomach started hurting really badly. She was stressed and when she looked at Vic, her eyes were full of fear. Victoria took Chiara’s shaking hand and pulled her towards the door. They went downstairs where Ethan was sitting on the couch. When he saw Chiara he was shocked that she was still home. His heartbeat increased and hands started sweating. It’s gonna be a lot harder than I thought - he thought still not letting his eyes off of Chiara.

Girls sat down on the couch opposite Ethan and a minute later Thomas and Damiano joined them and sat next to them. Ethan’s face was serious, without any emotion but inside he felt like he’s gonna explode any minute.

- I have something important to tell all of you. - he said looking at his hands.

They were all looking at him, waiting for the answer when he looked at them one by one.

- I’m leaving the band. And Italy. - he said breathing out all the air he was holding in his lungs for what felt like forever.

- WHAT?! - Victoria raised her voice.

Surprise was un understatement. They were all shocked of what Ethan just told them. Leaving the band? How? Thomas, Vic, Ethan and Damiano were inseparable, when they were arguing it was always temporary because they could never stay mad at each other. But Ethan’s face was serious and they knew he wasn’t joking.

- What do you mean you’re leaving the band? We’re in the middle of the European tour, we have so many festivals arranged for the next months, you can’t just leave Ethan! - Damiano said, deep down knowing he had no right to tell Ethan what to do.

- You see that’s the point! You never care about what I feel, you only think of yourself and what people will say. And I’m always the one left out alone, dealing with everything by myself. You guys don’t give a single fuck about me! You never ask me how I’m doing or if everything is okey! And I’m done, I need a break, from all of you! - Ethan said with his voice raised.

He looked at Chiara.

- Ethan please, don’t leave. It’s all my fault, I know, I’m sorry, but don’t leave them just because of what I did.. - she said pleading.

- It’s not only about what you did, it’s about all of you and they way you treated me like air for the past months. I deserve better.

They didn’t know what to say. Ethan never would have thought himself of leaving the band and when he said those words it sounded so unrealistic. He knew the break will bring Måneskin a lot of problems but he didn’t care, he was proud that for once in his life he stood up for himself and didn’t stay quiet like usual.

- Where are you gonna go? - Thomas said quietly with tears in his eyes.

- I’m gonna fly to Portugal, to my family. - Ethan said and he knew there’s no going back.

- For how long? - asked Victoria with a breaking voice.

- I don’t know yet. For some time.

- But you will come back right? To Italy, to us. - Damiano asked.

- I’m not certain. I just know I need a break, to rest and think about everything. - Ethan said.

- When are you leaving? - Chiara asked with her face all red and wet from tears.

- Tomorrow, I can’t stay here any longer. - Ethan said letting his head down.

They were all sitting in the living room for at least an hour. In silence. None of them had courage to say anything and they were all too overwhelmed with Ethan’s decision. They knew that him leaving will break them more than anything.

*four months later*

It’s been four months since Ethan left Italy and Måneskin house never felt so empty. After the first day without him, Thomas, Victoria and Damiano understood that he was the essence of their band. They knew that Ethan was right, they fucked him up and never paid attention to him and his emotions. The three of them were always the loudest and Ethan was always the one taking care of every situation and now when he wasn’t there they felt like everything fell apart.

Chiara was completely shattered. She locked herself in her apartment and didn’t leave for two weeks after Ethan left. After their conversation in the living room Chiara went with him to his room and apologized so many times, cried and begged him to stay. Ethan told her that he understands but he won’t change his mind. A break was what he needed, and he hoped that they will all finally see how much they’ve broken him for the past few months and how much they didn’t appreciate everything he’s done for them.

It was a sunny morning and Ethan was laying on the grass in the garden. His aunt lived in Lisbon right by the Tag river. The weather was amazing and Ethan found himself spending a lot of time at the beach, swimming or just laying on the sand and reading books. He’s never felt so relaxed. Yesterday he face timed with Chiara for the first time since he left. It felt weird to see her and speak to her after such a long time but Ethan missed her more than he thought. They way she always joked around and made him happy. He could see sadness on her face even though she tried not to show it.

- I miss you.. - she said looking at him through the screen and gaining courage to tell him how she really felt.

Ethan didn’t know if he should say it back or change the topic. He wasn’t sure about anything these days. He loved Chiara, of course it didn’t change. He knew that he is able to give her another chance and try to fix their relationship but until he’s back in Italy he didn’t want to bother himself with that. Not until he saw her face on the screen. She was still beautiful, as always and even though Ethan was still hurt, the corners of his lips uncontrollably went up making him smile at the sight of her gorgeous face. Deep down in his heart he knew that he already forgave her.

*a week later*

Ethan was standing in front of Måneskin house. He was nervous. Two days ago he decided to come back to Rome and fix things between him and Vic, Thomas and Damiano. His heartbeat increased when he knocked at the door. He had the keys but after such a long time he figured it would look stupid to just come in and act like nothing ever happened. After a few minutes he saw the door open and Victoria standing in front of him.

- Ethan! - she shouted happily jumping at him and hugging him tight. - I’m so glad you’re back - she whispered into his ear, not letting go of him.

- I’m glad to be back too, Vic. - he said hugging her back.

They pulled away when Ethan saw Thomas running towards him and jumping on his arms. Thomas’ eyes were watery and they both laughed when he kissed Ethan’s cheek.

- I missed you so much, Edgar! - Thomas said jumping off of Ethan’s arms.

- I missed you too, Toni. - Ethan said poking Thomas’ shoulder and smiling to him.

Damiano came downstairs and looked at Ethan surprised. He came up to them and stood in front of him. Ethan looked at him for a couple of seconds with an emotionless face and Damiano thought he’s still mad at him, but then Ethan pulled him into a warm hug. Damiano sighed with a relief and hugged Ethan back.

- I’m sorry, Ethan. I’m happy you’re back, the house was a mess without you. - Damiano said still hugging Ethan.

- Let’s leave it in the past. - Ethan smiled lightly just like he always did, pulling away from Damiano.

They were all back together. Four rockstars who loved each other more than anything.

- We’re so sorry for every single time we hurt you, it will never happen again. - Victoria said putting her hand on Ethan’s back.

- I know you guys didn’t mean that. But I would much appreciate you to pay more attention to me. - he laughed and along with him Vic, Thomas and Damiano.

***

- Are you gonna meet with her? - Asked Victoria while her and Ethan were sitting at the balcony in her room.

- I don’t know, Vic. I miss her and I really want to see her, I want everything to be back to normal. But she disappointed me and I don’t know if I’m ready yet. - Ethan said. - By the way, how is she? - he asked, looking at Vic.

Chiara wasn’t fine. Even though four months passed and everyone told her that time will help her heal, she found herself thinking of Ethan all the time. She still couldn’t accept the fact that she let him down and she missed him a lot. He was her everything and if she could she would turn back time and change what happened.

- She’s okey, I guess.. She came here yesterday, we invited her for a movie night. She looked fine, but tired. - Vic said.

- Hmm.. She didn’t come here often when I was gone, did she?

- She came here a month after u left. Mainly because she promised Damiano that she will help him get back with Giorgia. After that she came like twice and yesterday. - Vic explained. - She really loves you, Ethan. I know I can’t ask u to talk to her but she really regrets what happened, you’re her everything. - She said, looking back at him.

Ethan knew that he has to meet with Chiara and talk about everything. He wanted to have her back, next to him. He forgave her a long time ago, he loved her too much to be mad at her. But he didn’t know if he’s ready to trust her fully again.

*afternoon, the next day*

“I’m back in Rome, would you want to meet?”. Chiara was looking at the screen of her phone for good 10 minutes, shocked by a message she received from Ethan. She didn’t expect him to text her at all, she thought he won’t speak to her again. Her cheeks turned red and she got nervous. Should I meet him? What am I supposed to do? - she thought still looking at the phone screen. “Yes, I’d love to. When?”. She tapped a message on her phone with shaky hands and let out all the air she’s been holding. “I can come over to you place today. We have to talk about everything”.

Today. She was supposed to meet him today and talk to him after four months without him. She suddenly felt all her breakfast going up her throat. Her face turned red and her stomach started hurting. She felt noxious. She ran to the bathroom and threw up. Her eyes were watery and puffed. After a while spend in front of the toilet puking, Chiara took her phone and texted Ethan. “Sure, see you at 5?” the message said and Chiara couldn’t believe that she will get to see him after such a long time.

***

It was almost 5 and Chiara found herself running around her apartment cleaning everything and preparing for Ethan. She was about to put the water for a coffee when she heard the door bell ringing. Her hands started sweating and she almost pissed her pants. She slowly opened the door and saw him standing there.

He looked stunning. His hair longer than before, he was dressed in a white buttoned up shirt, tight black jeans and black Dr. Martens. He was so handsome. Chiara gasped at the sight of him.

- Ciao, Chi. - he said with a slight smile on his face.

His voice was calm and deep just as always.

- Ciao, Ethan. - she said, still looking into his eyes.

They were standing in front of each other both not knowing what to do.

- Please, come in. - she said but instead he came up to her and wrapped his arms around her pulling her in to a warm, welcoming hug.

Chiara felt all the time stopped. It was only them standing in a tight hug with each other, enjoying each other’s embrace. Ethan missed her scent and the way she always stood on her tip toes to reach him. She was everything he ever needed and when he finally held her in his arms, he felt like everything was back to normal.

- I missed you so much. - Chiara sobbed into his ear and he squeezed her even tighter.

She couldn’t control herself anymore and she bursted in tears holding on to his neck. Ethan knew that Chiara regretted what happened the minute he saw her sad eyes and he couldn’t control himself either, tears falling down his cheeks.

- Shh.. I’m here, Chi. - he said politely, stroking her back to calm her down.

She pulled away and looked into his eyes.

- I.. - she wanted to say something but Ethan stopped her.

- Let’s come in and sit down. - he gestured at the inside of Chiara’s apartment.

- Yes, yes. - she said and they both entered her flat.

Chiara made a coffee for her and Ethan and they both sat down next to each other on the couch in the living room. They stayed silent for a few minutes just staring at each other and smiling slightly.

- How was Portugal? - Chiara broke the silence, taking a sip of her coffee.

- It was good, weather was really nice. I spent most of the time at the beach reading. - he said also sipping his coffee.

Chiara noticed that Ethan looked a bit different. His arms were more muscular , his chest wider and his thighs bigger. He was so insanely attractive.

- Did you start working out? - she asked surprised.

- Yeah, I had to focus on something and my aunt has a little gym in her garage so I just lifted some weights. - he said chuckling. - So you see the difference? I didn’t know it’s that visible.

- Four months is a long time, of course I see the difference. - she said, letting down her head and looking at her cup.

She wanted to jump at him and kiss him and tell him how much he means to her and that she’s so happy that he’s back.

- Listen I’m really-

- Sorry.. I know. - Ethan interrupted her, putting their cups on the coffee table and grabbing Chiara’s hands. - I know you’re sorry and I know you didn’t want any of that to happen. I understand you were drunk. But you hurt me a lot, cazzo.. You broke my heart Chiara. When I saw you with him.. You don’t even know what I felt. I felt like a part of me died. - he said squeezing her hands.

- I know. - she said quietly loosing all the courage to look at him. - I know I hurt you and disappointed you, but I love you, Ethan. I love you more than anyone could ever think and I can’t imagine my life without you. I know I have no right to ask you to forgive me, but believe me, when you left, my whole world shattered. Because being without you is like being without myself. And what am I without myself? Nothing. - she said with tears in her eyes, finally looking at his face.

Ethan couldn’t stop himself. He cupped Chiara’s cheek with his palm and pulled her closer. He stroked her shoulder with his other hand and seconds later she could feel his lips on hers. The kiss was slow, gentle and full of love. They kissed carefully, afraid that one of them will hurt the other. Chiara wrapped her hands around Ethan’s neck and suddenly he pulled her up on his lap. She pulled away and looked at him carefully.

- I forgave you a long time ago. - he said pecking her lips again. - I love you, Chi. And there’s nothing that can change that. - Ethan kissed her again, more passionately this time.

- But.. wait, what does this mean? - she asked, pulling away again.

- I give you another chance. You hurt me but I realized that you didn’t mean it and I’m willing to try again with you. - he said stroking her cheek and looking into her eyes.

Chiara couldn’t have been happier than in this minute. She threw herself on Ethan and hugged him tightly. He leaned his face against her neck and wrapped his arm around her.

- Thank you - she said, kissing his cheek.

- You’re my everything Chi. I can’t live without you. - Ethan said.

He kissed her again and moments later they found themselves in Chiara’s bedroom, making out on her bed. He pulled off her oversized hoodie and she started unbuttoning his shirt. All the fear, sadness and shame disappeared when Ethan kneeled in front of her on the bed, pulling off her shorts along with her panties. Chiara grabbed his belt and after she took it off, Ethan pulled off his jeans and hung over her beautiful naked body. She pulled him closer, grabbing the back of his neck and while running her fingers through his hair, she kissed him with so much desire. She was needy and so was he. They both missed each other’s touch and a feeling of their bodies grinding against each other.

- I love you so much - Chiara said when Ethan kissed her breasts and started trailing his kisses down her stomach.

- You’re all fucking mine. - he said when he reached her thighs.

Ethan spread them apart and the second he laid his lips on her, Chiara let out a loud moan. He started licking her up and she was tugging on his hair. She grabbed the sheets when she felt him licking her entrance and she couldn’t stop moaning his name.

- Ethan.. It feels so good.. - she sighed when he squeezed her hips and looked her in the eyes, still licking her.

At this sight she lost it and a warm feeling spread inside her stomach while she reached her climax. She let out the last moan and a second later Ethan was above her kissing her dry lips.

Chiara wrapped her legs around Ethan’s hips and, looking into her eyes he put his erection inside her, filling her to the last inch. Chiara screamed from pleasure, a familiar feeling of him inside her. He started thrusting slowly. He remembered the way he fucked her in the bathroom and this time he didn’t want to hurt her. Chiara felt different this time. She knew that this sex was like no other. Full of love, reassurance and passion. It was different than any other sex she had with Ethan and she couldn’t get her eyes off of him. His torso was well built, visible muscles on his chest. His arms were stronger and his back was a lot wider than it used to be. His cheek bones were more sharp and Chiara couldn’t stop staring at him while he was pulling inside and out of her.

- Like the view? - he moaned kissing her cheek and his pace went a bit faster.

- Yes.. - she sighed and tugged his hair.

Even though the sex was slower than usual, Ethan and Chiara felt their high coming. He started moving a bit harder and faster but not too fast to enjoy the moment just a bit longer. Chiara felt her walls tightening around Ethan’s erection and she knew she’s gonna cum any second. Ethan grabbed her face and kissed her harshly while hitting every little spot inside her. They were both on the edge when suddenly Ethan’s warm sperm spread inside Chiara and her walls clenched around him. Both screamed each other’s name reaching the climax together.

Ethan fell on Chiara’s body, they were all sweaty and breathing heavily. After a second he pulled out of her and laid next to her, pulling her closer to him, so she could lay on his chest. Chiara leaned her face against Ethan’s neck and put her hand on his chest, stroking I gently.

- I love you, Chi, more than this world has ever seen. - Ethan said and kissed her forehead.

Since then Chiara and Ethan decided to start a proper relationship. They loved each other more than ever and Ethan knew that it was a good decision to give her another chance because Chiara didn’t leave him once, even for a second. She was constantly trying to show him how much he means to her and she was completely crazy about him.

*a few years later*

- I do - Chiara said, smiling.

She was standing in front of Ethan, in a beautiful white long dress, holding his hands. Victoria’s sobbing could be heard in the back.

- Do you Ethan Torchio take Chiara Russo to be your wife, to have and hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until you are parted by death?

Ethan squeezed Chiara’s hands and smiled to her widely.

- I do. - he said and Thomas bursted in tears.

- I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.

Ethan grabbed Chiara’s face with his both hands and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. She wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing him back and smiling. Everyone started cheering, crying and clapping their hands.

Chiara was nothing without Ethan. Ethan was something with Chiara. Together they were everything to each other that they ever needed.

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Wow, that was long but I was so excited to finish it that I lost the count of words haha!

I hope you enjoyed these 3 parts.

Thank you so much for reading! 😘

Requests are opened if you’d like me to write anything specific ❤️

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Only you || Ethan Torchio x fem!reader

Request? wait ‘scuse me? would you possible maybe please write something about like a lazy day with ethan like just cuddles, slow dancing in the kitchen while cooking, soft kisses while watching a movie :(( lmao i just made myself sad )): big spoon ethan as he presses soft kisses into your hair while rubbing circles on your hip?? 😭👉🕳 - Anon Genre: super fluff and sfw Pairing: Ethan Torchio x fem!reader Words: 1517 N/A: listen this song when you’re reading thi oneshot HERE

It was a paeceful sunny day and despite Rome, especially in summer it turned into a chaotic hive of tourists, apparently that day was an epiphanic case. The streets still seemed deserted even though it was already late morning, and the hot summer temperature merged with a gentle cool breeze, knocking on the windows of your modest apartment.

You were intent on finishing a painting that a couple of clients had commissioned you, you should have delivered it in a few weeks and even if the work seemed like a lot, you didn't want to worry too much about that beautiful landscape painting. Sitting on a wooden stool, with the color palette in one hand and a brush in the other, you were really engrossed in adding minute detail to an oak tree in the foreground when suddenly you heard slow footsteps approach the living room.

A somewhat sleepy Ethan made the appearance of him, while with absent gestures of his he rubbed the palm of his left hand near his eye and temple. His eyes of his pitch-colored irises studied in his hermitic silence those few details that he could focus on in the room and then sum up what was happening. Without taking your eyes off your artistic work you said:

"Did you sleep well?" your clamorous and sweet tone still seemed not to have awakened the sleeping unconscious of your boyfriend, who after having nodded, disappeared in the kitchen for a few moments.

Without being seen, you could not control a spontaneous smile, that boy was really soft when he woke up, he seemed completely in a whole world of him, almost a sleepworm, but on the other hand you also liked this side of him unconditionally.

When Ethan reappeared with a cup of tea in one hand, while with the other he was adjusting the messy lace of his pajama suit, his footsteps stopped in front of your unfinished canvas, and tilting his head he observed her sipping the drink from time to time.

"You like it?" you asked cleaning the brush with a damp cloth, you heard a reflective hum from the lips of the young man behind you who slowly seemed to be approaching you.

"It's not finished yet, but you seem to be doing fine" he replied with unfiltered sincerity, but it seemed he was still mulling over something, Ethan always mulling over something.

"Any advice for me?" you asked at that point, getting more comfortable on the stool, bending one leg so that the foot could rest on the small wooden platform.

"...I don't know" he said almost immediately, shrugging as you shot him a puzzled look from behind as you giggled.

"Did you go to art highschool, and you can't give me some advice?" you asked a little disappointed, while he rolled his eyes and stretched his lips in a soft smile of defeat.

"Yes, but, you're studying at the Academy of Belle Arti, what I think would be irrelevant" he admitted a little with regret, but you didn't let go.

"Anything could change my perspective and give this work an extra touch, so don't underestimate yourself and tell me what you think"

"So you want me to tell you what I think now?" he asked again, placing his empty cup of tea on the table.

"Yes, Ethan. I would like to know what's going on in your head" you repeated with an exasperated smile, turning away from him, but why was it always so difficult to read the mind of that long raven-haired boy?

Sighing slightly, but without losing your mental stillness, you decided again to start work again while your boyfriend still seemed to be lost in thought, but when the tip of your brush was about to touch the white surface of the canvas, you were forced to thank the firmness of your hands that prevented you from making a serious mess, while you felt two warm lips resting delicately on your neck.

"Ethan...!" you whispered pretending annoyed, while you took advantage of that juncture of a second, to lower your hand with the brush and put it back on the nearest table. Meanwhile, another kiss landed not far from where the first one had been given, and then there was another and another, marked by a slow rhythm, as if the boy did not want to be too intrusive.

"Ethan, I'm working" you whispered with a small smile, pinching the skin of his wrist with your fingers, when you felt him brush your side, so as to keep you in your place.

"I know" he replied touching the line of your jaw with his lips "But I think you woke up at 5:00 in the morning and now it is..." his dark eyes wandered over the small clock placed on the living room wall. "..it is 10:30 am, you have worked 5 consecutive hours, so I think it's time to take a little break” his calm voice was like a sweet melody to your ears, how could you contradict him?

"Mmmh...Iknow I know, but I have a lot to do, as well as paint" you explained trying to remove his warm hands from your hips as you got up from the stool, then approach the table and take his empty cup, then walking calmly to the kitchen to wash along with the other breakfast crockery you still had left in the damp sink.

Ethan, for his part, was watching you curiously, as if his mind was planning something to keep you from working hard that day too. His coarse-fingered fingers approached a small window sill in the living room, where there was a small basket with various 36 rpm albums. He studied them all with extreme care, careful to be able to choose the perfect one for the occasion, and when he recognized that of Matia Bazar "Solo tu" a satisfied smile spread over his mouth, while extremely slowly so as not to be heard by you, he slipped the CD in the vintage turntable you bought last year.

When your ears suddenly heard the first familiar notes, while you were rinsing the last dishes in the sink, you could not help but let out an amused laugh, perfectly understanding what Ethan had in mind. Feeling his presence at the kitchen door, you turned around to be able to observe him better, trying with all of yourself not to laugh and look at him romantic and flirty, while he approached you with a slow and swaying step.

"May I have the audacity to invite you to dance, signorina?" he asked you with extreme kindness as he guided your wet hands near the little apron you had put on, so that he could dry them and then kiss the back of one, guiding you to turn around so that you could look him in the eye.

"I didn't remember you could dance, you're full of surprises, Ethan" you answered with a slightly ironic tone, tying your arms around his neck and letting him go down your body and then settle on your soft hips.

"Only when it's just you...of course" he murmured, shaking his head to hide a slight shyness.

"Do you have any moves to show me, signor Torchio?" you asked getting lost in his dark chocolate irises, letting a few long strands of his hair tickle your face, when he lowered his head to be able to observe you better.

"Of course, signorina" he said playing along, after taking your hands again and making you do a brief turn on yourself.

That guy was really funny when he danced, he didn't get too unbalanced and sometimes it happened that your bare feet collided during some steps.

"Oh wow! Look how you move those hips" you commented laughing and letting out a gasp as you felt his hands guiding you in a sudden turn until your back rested against his thin chest, and two arms imprisoned you in a loving grip. Ethan loved your voice, especially when you giggled spontaneously, it made him feel in the right place and at the right time.

His lips were back on your face, filling the entire left side with an invisible trail of them, and then resting them in your scented and soft hair.

"Do you know that you are wonderful when I see you so happy?" his voice seemed muffled between your locks as you both rocked absently with your feet wrapped in the sweet song.

"Really?" you asked, hiding a slight blush on your cheeks.

"Really" he repeated, squeezing you in his toned arms, a little more.

"And you know that after all, you are not so bad as a dancer?" you asked, turning quickly towards him, while your small hands caressed the contours of his defined jaw. The young man looked in your cute eyes and then let out a giggle of defeat.

"Oh shut up..." he murmured as your lips rested on his looking for a romantic kiss on that lazy but happy summer morning.

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