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╰──╮𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜╭──╯

🏊Ethan × reader

NSFW 🔥 swearing kinky adult fun with mentions of drug use

° Ethan Torchio & female reader insert

° your boyfriend is bemused to find out that you never learnt to swim & so sets about teaching you- for the exchange of nudity & promises of more fun with him

wordcount::: 9,550

° encouraged by my wonderful cellmate @superchrystaldrug 💋who is always ready with the måneskin thirst-traps to ruin my day& then helps me focus my filthy ideas. this is also for the anon who requested a ethan fic with hair-pulling. [ask & it shall be given- requests are open! but commissions gets priority- there are currently 3 commissions in the cue]

° heavily inspired by the audio delights of @endlessroadsaudio specifically this clip that rewired my brain

"You can't swim? But you're Australian, I thought that's the only thing you guys did over there…" Ethan said, eyes wide in disbelief. "That and getting drunk to ride kangaroos or whatever."

"Congratulations, you found the rare, limited edition collectible." You said, trying to keep the prickly edge out of your words.

During these two months of your relationship, he had drawn you closer to water far more than was usual for you. He loved swimming, but you were always quick with an excuse to avoid anything more than relaxing in the shallow end, or just dipping your legs over the edge. I just washed my hair or I just got my eyeliner perfect or I need to respond to this email from my study group. He would just nod his head, glad to have you close-by to chat with.

Today, you hadn't been able to resist the pull of the clear blue water - it was too stinking hot. You followed him into the pool, stopping on the steps while he swam out to the middle. You sat down, submerged up to your shoulders in the cool water and finally feeling relief from the heat of the day.

He had splashed water in your direction, getting your attention to invite you to come out and join him. I just wanna relax, this had led him to towing the inflatable pineapple-shaped float over to you - he could hold it steady while you climbed aboard. Now you had finally shared the whole truth with him - that wouldn't be relaxing for you, because anytime your feet weren't touching the bottom, you felt a spike in anxiety.

"Were you never taught?" He asked, paddling over closer to you.

"Pretty much." You said with a shrug. "We were really poor, it's not like my parents could afford lessons for my brother and me. We didn't live all that close to any beaches, plus my mum hated sand and sitting in the sun, so she'd never take us. So it was just something I skipped out on.

"But I know a little bit, like in a crisis, I could maybe do some doggy style…" Your cheeks heated as you saw him suck his lips together, trying to contain laughter. "Doggy paddle, dog paddle gets me to where I need to so I can get my feet on the ground again."

"Why don't you show me?" He asked. "Show me your doggy." But the cheeky smile on his face stopped before you could properly begin to enjoy it. "Only if you feel comfortable doing that. Of course, I don't wanna trigger a panic attack or anything of the sorts. You don't have anything to prove to me-"

You shut him up by spitting a stream of pool water out at him, with some of it managing to hit his face. "I will be fine, just don't ignore it when I thrash and say I need help. Because that- that will trigger me, back to my stepdad."

"I promise, and if it makes you feel any better, to get it legally binding- we could make it a pinky promise. But, of course, you would have to come over here to do the pinky part." He said, holding up a closed hand to show you his fifth finger standing up, waggling in the air.

You rolled your eyes, but moved into a more active position all the same. It would have been easier to resist if he wasn't so cute. The way that his impressive body was on display in just the small pair of trunks he currently wore, made you want to stay incredibly close to him.

You didn’t feel at any immediate risk here - it was a world away from that day at the beach with your stepfather. The water was calm and mostly still, there wasn’t a threatening rip current ready to undermine your limited skills. You were encased within the boundaries of the pool.

There was something about Ethan that allowed you to feel safe and separate from the experiences that had bred fear within you. It was a skill that he hadn’t required practice at - instead it was an intuitive way of reading you, he picked up on subtle things that others missed.

In front of others, you would have felt embarrassed - a weakness that needed to be hidden to save yourself from humiliation.

But it was just the two of you and you pushed your legs out from behind you, beginning to move. You kept him in your sights as you stretched an arm out, gliding it through the water. Your body moved forward when you pulled your arm back, alternating to the other arm. Keeping your head above the water, you found the rhythm of extending then dragging your hands back one at a time. There was no style to how you moved your legs, just kicking your feet as quickly as you could manage.

It was uncoordinated, but it was enough to get you over to your boyfriend. He held both hands out for you to grab - the finish line and a life-preserver combined. He was smiling as you uprighted yourself again. You didn’t care about the pinky swear anymore, your only concern was to avoid hearing a critique of your form.

He spared you from any of that. “I would call that some damn fine doggy style- I mean, paddle.” He laughed, ducking his head to avoid the hit you tried to land. In the end, you bumped against, but inflicted no damage upon, the bun all of his hair was currently gathered into. “Paddling just like a dog.

“Are you sure that’s all you can do? Because I coulda sworn that I’ve seen you do some breaststroke before…”

You placed your arm around his shoulders, lessening the space between the two of you, but not strictly in the interest of keeping yourself afloat. “Oh, I’ll show you some breaststroke.”

You laid your hand upon his chest, your palm against his nipple. Before he could call you out for such a lame joke, you were initiating a kiss. You felt secure with his arms around your waist, it didn’t matter that neither of you currently had your feet on the bottom of the pool. As long as you had him to hold onto, you could carry on treading water like that for a while. You were feeling less like Rose and Jack, kissing goodbye in the water. You felt more like Neve Campbell and Denise Richards in Wild Things.

“But, for real…” He wasn’t so much of the serious and silent type when he had a point to make.

“Oh, you wanna be the one doing the stroking- of course, how foolish of me.” You grabbed his wrist, and redirected his hand, until you could bring it to rest on your boob, over your blue bikini top.

He didn’t seem to mind this joke either, his eyes drifting down to your chest momentarily.

"No, seriously, I've seen you do breaststroke, haven't I?" His focus was back on the conversation, but he wasn't about to move his hand off of your boob.

"Yeah, but only the arms 'cause the legs- that seems like a lot, I reckon I'm too uncoordinated for all of that. I'd try to do that and that's how I'd drown, I'm tellin' ya."

"You know, I could teach you, you'd probably do a lot better than you think."

"Oh, that's okay, you don't have to do all of that." You said, your eyes moving over to where the oversized pineapple was floating by.

"All of what?"

You gave your head a little shake. "I'm not a quick learner and I don't want you to have to pretend that you're not losing your patience when I ask you to show me something for the umpteenth time. It's okay, I don't have to be a swimmer and you can still find me charming and not pervy when I just stare at you while you're swimming."

"But I wanna teach you. Maybe you've just been needing the right teacher and it's got nothing to do with you being a slow learner or a bad swimmer or anything like that."

"Ethan, it's okay- I've made it this far without drowning."

He trailed his fingers down the side of your face, gently getting you to look back at him. "How about you do it for me? Because there's all this time that I could be sharing with my girlfriend, but I don't get to. Think about all the fun shit we're not getting to do together." He kissed your cheek. "Wouldn't it be great to wake up early and just go skinny dipping together to start the day?"

"And you'd be naked as well?" You asked, unable to keep yourself from smiling.

"Yes. If you could possibly imagine something so out of character for me." He said, winking.

"I think I could imagine that."

"So you'll let me teach you?"

"For the possibility of nudity? Sure baby, you can teach me anything you like."

He was still smiling at you, this playful side of him keeping you entertained, keeping you from dwelling on any dangers. "You are aware that you're still feeling up my chest, right?"

"Aware? Oh, I'm more than aware. It's a decision that I am constantly renewing and I'm totally thrilled with how it's working out for me." You caressed your thumb over the taut skin of his pectoral.

"Do you wanna show me what you've got for breaststroke?" He asked, persistently trying to keep you from getting distracted. "I can hold you around your middle like this…" His arms were instantly secure and comforting around your torso. "And you can just move your legs, so I can see what kind of a starting point we're at."

"Okay, but first I just need to…" You tightened and readjusted your grip on his chest, moving your fingers until you could place one on either side of his nipple.

"Baby…"

"What?" You asked, in response to the disapproving gaze he had currently levelled at you. "This is helping me get into the right mindset- into the groove for breaststroke…" You gave his nipple a little squeeze, you thought about twisting it, but held back for the moment.

He rolled his eyes and was moving his arms, holding you down lower, his arms wrapping around your thighs instead. Before you could ask him what was going on, he was disappearing deeper into the water, up to his chin.

Then he squeezed your legs tighter and pushed himself into an upward momentum again. You were lifted up, your body gliding up and out of the water, until only the lower half of your legs were submerged. You felt your balance waver and you sought to cling to him, with one arm around his head, while your hand grasped for his shoulder. Your heart was pounding quickly, moving up higher in your chest.

"Don't drop me, please don't drop me." You could feel your control slipping and the vulnerability had you remembering past instances - moments full of anxiety when you were at the mercy of an unpredictable other.

"I won't drop you. I'm just gonna…" He had a secure hold on you as he began to move towards the edge of the pool. You didn't care very much for the way you were jostled with every bouncing movement, but his arms didn't loosen in any way, his hold as sturdy as ever.

He readjusted you until he could set you down, your butt safely on the tiles that bordered the pool. "Show me like this." You could only stare blankly at him. "Show me what you would do with your legs when you're doing breaststroke. But like this, you're mostly out of the water, you're safe."

Your shoulders slumped. "But now it's- ugh, it's gonna look even more awkward."

He shrugged. "Who cares? It's just me. If you feel awkward, then I'll do something that makes me feel embarrassed. Like I'll dance for you or something."

"I get a dance? Wow, lucky me." You said and he nodded.

You looked down at your legs, which were in the water, almost up to your knees. You felt very unsure of how to move your limbs and you could feel how hard you were blushing with pre-emptive embarrassment - even though, thus far, all he had done was patiently wait. Your legs felt strangely separate from the rest of your body and you were already certain you were gonna do it wrong.

You started with just your right leg. "It's kinda like this, right? Like, I'm drawing half a circle with each of my ankles and then I get here and I flick back, like I'm gonna try to kick my own ass, then I go again. Is that- am I doing that right?"

"Yeah, that looks right. But how about you show me with both legs?"

Your limbs weren't in exact unison, but he saved you again from any feedback. You created the circular shape until your feet were together and directly in front of you. Keeping your ankles close, you bent your knees and brought your feet in closer to the edge of the pool.

"That's perfect." He said.

You were willing to meet his eye again, looking up to find he was watching you, with a smile on his face. "Must be from all that warm-up stroking we did."

“Yep, must be. Show me some more.”

He didn’t have to say please, not when he already had you as a willing participant - a diligent student ready to work for the reward.

"I feel like it makes me look like a frog." You said, very aware of how uncoordinated your movements were. It wasn't smooth or with any kind of precision. You cringed at the thought of him seeing you do this prior to sleeping together for the first time, he might assume that everything you did was awkward and inelegant. But the two of you had crossed that bridge a while ago, you had more than proven your ability to work your body in an effective manner.

"But that's good, right? 'Cause frogs are very good swimmers." He said.

"Well, yeah, but they're not exactly sexy."

"Let's save this discussion for another time." He said and gave your leg a gentle tap. "You can quit that now, you've already impressed me, so don't pull a muscle or whatever by trying to impress me…"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up."

"I will do no such thing." He glided in closer. "I really think you were selling yourself short. I think you're more capable than you allow yourself to see."

"So do you think you can turn me into the next Michael Phelps?"

He paused, scrunching his face up as he considered this. "I don't know if I'm that confident in my teaching abilities. But I'm sure I'll be able to make a damn fine swimmer out of you."

"Oh yeah, you're gonna get all up nice and close and guide me and show me just how to move? Are you gonna move my legs when they should be further apart?" You asked, already beginning to part your knees.

"If that's what it takes- are you more of a hands-on learner?"

"Mm-hmm, I think I might be, baby." You said and you were pleased when he moved in closer, now close enough for you to link your fingers around his wrist. You lifted his hand to place it upon your knee. "Specifically in relation to your hands on me."

He placed his hands onto the pool's edge, on either side of your ass. He created tension in his arms, which allowed him to lift up a little and you followed the way his head tilted. But he didn't give you the kiss you had been expecting, instead he had something more to say. "Is this the part where you're gonna tell me I was right- isn't it great to get to spend time together?" His lips ghosted over yours and you couldn't help arching your back a little. "And it can just be me and you, enjoying this closeness, touching, kissing, playing in the water. Instead of you all the way over there…" He gestured to one of the seats, the furthest one. "While I'm in here. We can do more than just look at each other and talk."

You hummed happily, your hand caressing his cheek when he granted you a kiss. "More than just look?"

"Uh-huh." He said before disappearing from the space directly in front of you, prompting you to open your eyes. He was leaning back, raising his legs in the water as he leisurely floated away. "Do you know how many games we can play now? So much more than Marco Polo."

You pulled your legs out of the water, beginning to stand up. “Oh, I’m sure.”

“Like, there’s also Shark in the Water. I would always play that with my sisters.” He said, watching where you were walking away from the edge of the pool. “It’s more fun with more people than just two. But I’m sure we could make it work, once you get faster.”

You reached up to your back, your fingers finding the knotted tie that was keeping your bikini in place. You were a few steps from the gate and you turned to face where he continued to tread water. “Is that all for the lesson today?”

“I guess so, yeah.” He said.

You nodded and tugged the knot loose. Then you unlatched the gate and stepped out of the pool area. You didn’t look back as you started to leave. You were reaching for the second and final knot. You made sure to project your voice as you spoke to him over your shoulder. “I’m gonna go upstairs.”

You undid the knot, catching the top as it began to fall from your chest. You balled the fabric up in your hand, not breaking your stride and still not turning to face him. You tossed the damp garment over your shoulder, hearing a wet slap when it landed on the pavement behind you. You were climbing up the first few steps, heading for the shade of the verandah.

Before you could get inside, you received confirmation that he had seen you shed your top. He didn’t say anything, but you heard the motion of him quickly moving through the water, completed by a loud splash as he launched himself out of the pool. This was followed by his wet footsteps on the pavement, rapidly catching up to you.

— — —

“When am I gonna get my dance?” You asked, interrupting Ethan from his task of making coffee.

You had just emerged from the shower, needing to rid your skin of that film left by sunscreen. He was in the kitchen, his bun bobbing about as he got into the flow of using his coffee machine. He took this process very seriously, a point of pride for how he carefully crafted drinks. He had invested money into the appliance, it had all the bells and whistles you would have expected of a machine that served a moderately-sized café.

While he was a natural at this process, it had proven to be too complicated for you. He had tried three times to teach you (I moved to Italy to be served Italian coffees by Italians, not to be the one serving to the Italians, you hadn’t gotten very far with this excuse - but it had earned you a smile from him). Your multitasking skills had been put to the test and it seemed that you would never get to the final step in the process. Your frustration over not being immediately perfect at this had hindered your ability to learn all the more.

In that instance, he had accepted your reasoning that you were a slow learner. He was willing to take care of all the coffee-making duties - conceding that he liked serving as a barista for you, more than happy to indulge in acts of service.

Once he got in the zone, he could prove difficult to engage with. But you weren’t about to let him get so distracted by coffee that he forgot about his offer in the earlier exchange.

“Really, you got embarrassed by that leg demonstration you did for me?” He asked, turning to face where you had taken up one of the stools at the island bench.

“Yes, looking like an awkward frog hasn’t been the highlight of my day.” You said.

“I would very much like to stress the fact that you didn’t look like an awkward frog, or any kind of frog. But I’m a man of my word and I guess I’ve got no option but to blow your damn mind with my dance moves.” He said. “Can I just finish making these coffees first?”

“Of course.” You said. “You don’t have to rush for a curtain call or anything, I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

With the amount of time that you spent at your boyfriend’s house, that fact couldn’t be denied. Your roommates had regularly joked that you should start paying weekly rent to him.

You weren’t attracted to spending so much time here simply because his wealth meant he could own a home nicer than any you had ever stepped foot into before. It was so very superior to the flat that you shared with two other students.

But the real charm came from getting to hang out with Ethan. Being around him was so much better than the alternative. No matter what he wanted to do, you were willing to be there - to soak up more of his mesmerising presence, to feel more of your intoxicating connection, which was strengthening every single day. You were doing a truly appalling job of playing it cool (as you usually would during such early stages of a relationship), but he’d always been able to cut through your defences like that.

“I should get my phone linked up to the speakers.” You said, getting up. “Is there a specific song you want me to put on?”

“Um, no. I wasn’t planning to dance to any music, I was just gonna do something short.” He said. “Sorry. You weren’t expecting a lip sync for your life kind of thing, were you?”

“No, and you know what- it’s probably better that you do something short. Because you said you were gonna blow my mind, which is awesome, which is more than enough.” You said. “By all means, blow my mind. But you don’t need to massacre my entire existence and leave me an incoherent mess until the end of time, okay?”

He was nodding thoughtfully as he set a steaming drink down in front of you. Then he mimed making a note of this - with the palm of his hand serving as a book and his finger as the pen. “Don’t massacre girlfriend’s entire existence- okay, okay, that’s good to know.” You giggled. “Why don’t you head into the living room? I’ll catch up with you in about a minute, I’m almost done here.”

You hadn’t had a chance to start your drink, it was still cooling on the coffee table when he joined you in the lounge room. He approached the couch where you sat and you placed your phone aside, sitting up a bit straighter.

“Alright, what kind of show have I bought a ticket for?” You asked, eagerly rubbing your hands together. “Am I gonna see a bit of the Macarena? Or maybe you’ll bust out the worm?” You had never seen him dance and all of his friends had warned you that there was no use in trying to change this. “Or am I gonna get a hybrid of dabbing with juggling?”

“Well, I was- actually, that’s a cool idea, that’s not bad.” He said, standing in the space free from furniture. “But I was thinking I could do a strip tease for you.”

You couldn’t contain a couple of chuckles as you gave him a quick look up-and-down. There was barely anything for him to artfully remove, even though the air-conditioning was keeping the temperature in the home down, he was still very much dressed for the season. He hadn’t covered up much since getting out of the pool, switching the trunks for a pair of similarly small cotton shorts and covering his torso with a Måneskin-branded tank top. You weren’t sure of how strict the rules surrounding this were, but three steps didn’t seem like much of a tease.

“Are you gonna go get changed into something that has a bit more or are-?” You watched as he removed one of the hair elastics from around his wrist, flinging it in your direction. “Oh, you’ve started…” He had removed the other elastic, hooking it over each index finger to stretch it out. He released one finger and the flexible band snapped into the air, flying at you. “Ladies and gentletheys, turn your phones off because tonight’s performance has begun.”

“Damn right it has.” He said as he tossed a bracelet of amethyst gems at you. He paused after taking off the silver ring he usually kept on his thumb. “I hate to break character, but I’m not about to hurl a ring at your head. So I’ll just…” He placed the thick band down next to his cup of coffee. “Okay, back to the show.”

“I could provide some musical accompaniment, if you’d like.” You said. “Like a li’l bow chicka wow-wow, chicka-wow-ow.” You started to click your fingers, a slow rhythm that could lend itself to sensual movements.

He was rocking his hips from side-to-side a bit as his fingers reached for the bottom of his shirt. “You can sing that if you like.” He was lifting the shirt up a little, allowing you to see the waistband of his shorts for a fleeting moment. “I guess if you see something that you think is worthy of a bow chicka.” He flashed his abdomen at you quickly before dropping the shirt and shrugging. He turned to put his back to you, playing at lifting the shirt as if he was finally gonna take it off. “Maybe something here?”

“Oh definitely. That’s the wow-wow.” You couldn’t help cheering when the tank top actually came off of his torso. His arms flexed as he pulled the fabric up over his head. “Hell yeah.”

He was smiling when he turned back around to face you and you could see the beginnings of a blush coming into his cheeks, he was enjoying the attention - regardless of how over the top and silly you were behaving. There was an ease coming into his movements, an added emphasis at how he jutted one hip out. He took up something of a power stance with one arm raised above his head, in this hand he held the shirt. He swung it around in a circle a few times, then threw it over to you.

In your eagerness to catch the shirt, you launched yourself a bit too far forward and almost tumbled off of the couch. With the top in hand, you scooted back from the edge of the cushion. You had fallen out of the rhythm that you had been snapping your fingers to. Once you had regained your balance, you looked up and what you saw derailed all of your thoughts, carrying you far from remembering the rhythm you had been providing for him.

He was gyrating his hips, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts, as if he was on the verge of taking them off. But he was better at this teasing thing than you had expected. He turned to the side and yanked the shorts down off of this hip, showing you some of his skin, but mostly you were looking at his underwear. Your eyes greedily drank in the shape of his body that was still hidden beneath fabric.

“I wanna bite that hip.” You said.

He smiled, following your gaze and he pulled the underwear off of this hip, allowing you to see his tan skin. “This hip?”

“Yes.” You timed your next finger snaps to two precise bites in the air, your teeth audibly clashing together. “That one.”

He sidestepped his way over to you, following through to rock his weight over so that the exposed hip jutted out with each step. You shuffled forward, to the edge of the sofa. You had to hold yourself back from jumping up and closing the distance between the two of you.

At the last second, he spun around, instead presenting his completely covered hip to you. Before you could raise a complaint, he was pulling the shorts down. You cheered when they were pushed down beneath his hips.

“Bow chicka wow-wow.” You sang in the sleaziest voice you could manage as he stepped out of the pants.

He began to kick them away, but he had overestimated his balance and soon one of his feet was slipping out from under him. He wobbled briefly before sticking a knee out and planting this on the couch next to you. This kept him from falling and when he bumped into you, it was only a fraction of his body weight that you felt.

He braced himself with a hand on the back of the couch, straightening up. “Hi.”

“Hello, make with the rest of the chicka wow-wow.” You said, unable to help yourself and giving his butt a couple of pats.

“Right.” He lifted his other knee up onto the sofa, straddling either side of your lap.

You were absolutely thrilled at having his body so close, especially when he arched his back. You could no longer feel the cool from the air-conditioner. He started to click his fingers, you were slow to pick up the rhythm - at first, you were too distracted by everything that was happening directly in front of you.

Watching him begin to roll his body, you wondered why he would ever be embarrassed to dance. His movements were far from awkward, he had complete control over his body and these sensual moves were reducing you to a giddy, squirming mess. You felt he had been depriving you of these skills.

He pushed his fingers beneath the waistband of his black underwear and you were more than happy to follow this motion, to place all of your attention upon this area. You could see that his cock was stiffening up, more of the shape becoming prominent as more blood rushed here. You thought it was a good idea that you keep clicking your fingers, for the sake of keeping your hands busy. With his dick so close, you were feeling a great temptation to touch it. You were thinking about stroking your fingers down the length to see how much harder you could get it. You wanted to know how much it could strain against the fabric.

The briefs were eased down slightly, allowing you to see more of those chiselled muscles that made up his Adonis belt. But he moved his hands away before moving the briefs any lower. This left you still so far away from seeing even the base of his shaft.

You lifted your eyes to where he had hooked a finger under the silver chain around his neck. You watched him fondle the metal between his finger and thumb.

“You’re not singing anymore.”

“Well I was providing the music for your stripping.” You said. “And you’re not doing much of that right now, are you?”

“Oh, so you want me to do more stripping?” He asked, giving you his best himbo voice.

You responded by snapping your fingers with a bit more force, creating a louder sound. His hands dropped down to the briefs again and you licked your lips.

He eased the underwear down a little and you were finally seeing the first few curls of pubic hair. He let the waistband lower, until you could see the base of his dick, where the skin was pulled taut. You were looking at an inch or so of his shaft and you felt your jaw relax, your lips parting in a gesture that felt like a natural reflex.

Against the fabric, his dick strained, every outline so clear and it was painfully obvious to you how much it wanted to be free. You thought it wouldn’t take much until his cock was springing out - a perverted jack-in-the-box, flexing and going against gravity.

You were anticipating one more centimetre of the underwear going down, but his hands moved, one going to your cheek. His fingers stroked against your skin as they moved, going to your chin. Here he pressed, getting you to tilt your head back, looking up to his face.

Then both of his hands went to the necklace and your eyes narrowed. He took his time in finding the latch and your mind worked through a collection of swears - including the rudest Italian words that you had learnt over the four years you had been living here. He unhooked the necklace, holding it pinched between two fingers and letting the chain slowly slide down his chest. He was smiling, appearing calm as the metal moved over the contours of his body.

But you weren’t smiling. “For the love of God, just get fuckin’ naked.”

He laughed as he discarded the jewellery. “I’m just trying to put on a good show for ya, baby.”

“And I appreciate it and this has been a great, truly mind-blowing experience.” You had stopped clicking your fingers, done with caring about singing your stupid song because you had no more patience for playing. “And you’ve more than held up your end of the exchange. But Ethan…” You reached up and secured the gathered-up length of his hair in your hand, instantly forming it into a fist. “I’m being serious now, I need you to get naked.”

He was still smiling, his amusement couldn’t be shaken, not even when you pulled on his bun. “Need? That’s a strong choice of words.” You couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t pulling the briefs down any and so you tightened your hold on his hair. “Need denotes that it’s something essential., something that you require to stay alive.” You clenched your jaw as the muscles in your arm flexed. “It’s something above a desire, it’s absolutely vital to your survival.”

“Thanks for the vocab lesson.”

“Is that really how you feel about me?” He asked. “You’re so into me that it’s a need, above all desires and wants?”

You squirmed beneath him, you were certain that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Not just that, but he was very much enjoying himself. You could feel the physical effects of just how hot and bothered he had gotten you - the deep blush was painted across your face, even reaching down over your chest.

But you didn’t shy away from this intensity, you refused to let your current state of desperation turn into embarrassment. You pushed into the vulnerability, even when it made your voice so much lower than usual. “Yes.”

“It’s okay, babygirl.” He said, lowering his own voice as he leaned in closer. “I need you too. I need you to do something about how hard you’ve made me. I need to make you smile again by putting my dick in you.”

“Yes.” You whispered, your eyes following the motion of the black underwear being pulled away. You grinned as your eyes took in the glorious complete picture, each and every inch now on display for you. “Yes.”

He whispered into your ear, his voice raspier than before as you placed a hand around his shaft. “I need you to get a rubber first.”

“Yes, of course.”

You were reluctant to let go of his dick at first, even as he moved off of you to allow you the space to get up. After waiting so long to get access to it, you didn’t appreciate how he was already interrupting your fondling.

But when you saw that he was taking the briefs off entirely, pulling his feet free from the leg-holes, you were a little more willing to allow this pause. You pressed a fierce kiss to his lips before taking both your hands off of him, releasing his dick and his hair. You were damp-thighed with anticipation as you headed for the bathroom.

You were back within minutes, grinning when you saw he had remained on the couch, relaxing - with the exception of one part of him. There was a spring in your step as you crossed the floor.

He heard your approach and turned to look your way, smiling in a way that kept you blushing. “Get your ass over here.” He sat up, patting the cushion next to him.

“Here you go.” You handed the wrapped condom over as you sat down again.

He took it from you, but didn’t instantly move his focus to putting it on. Instead his eyes remained on you and he stroked the side of your face, curling your hair behind your ear. You could feel yourself melting as soon as your mouth met his. His fingers continued playing across your heated cheek as he wrapped an arm around you. You were all too happy to follow him into a deeper embrace, moving closer to lean against his bare body.

His tongue moved into your mouth with ease - only to begin pulling away mere seconds later. He dragged the tip of his tongue along the top of your mouth as he leaned away, breaking the kiss and leaving you breathlessly wishing for more.

“I’ve been doing some thinking about that thing you brought up the other day….” He said, his fingers tracing patterns across your back as your eyes slowly fluttered open. “You remember, how you said you’d like it if I called you my good girl and how, in return, you would call me daddy.”

You nodded, you hadn’t been expecting him to bring this up again so soon, not after how genuinely caught off-guard he had been when you had first extended the offer to him. “Mm-hmm, I remember.”

He put a hand up to your hair, his fingers moving gently through the strands as you rested your hand on his thigh - high up on his leg. “I’m not gonna waste your time by lying and saying that I wasn’t stunned speechless. ‘Cause we were both there, we know how it went down. You surprised me, you really did and I just didn’t know what to say, because I’ve never thought about that whole kink long enough, or in a way that applied to me in a real life kinda way- to form my own opinion on it.

“And I wanna apologise for keeping you waiting so long and I hope you don’t think it’s ‘cause I was so grossed out that I didn’t wanna talk about it. Because that’s not the case.” He said. “I just didn’t know what to think, so I took some time to think about it- to think about what that kind of title would mean to me, but especially what it would mean for you. And I think I get it now.

“You’ve always had to be the strong one. If you wanted to feel safe, you had to orchestrate that for yourself. After your dad died, you couldn’t fall apart because your mum called you her little warrior. You had to keep it together for her. You were the protector of your little brother when he was getting bullied every waking minute. You’ve always been so strong, so resilient and you didn’t bitch about how the cards were stacked against you. Even when your mum married that loser who was- how did you put it? Oh right, allergic to hard work, that’s what you said.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, gazing up at him as he spoke. He had your heart racing for a new reason now. You knew that you had told him a lot about your life, sharing more than you had with any of the significant others that had preceded him. But you really hadn’t expected him to remember so much.

Especially given that there were parts of this you didn’t specifically remember telling him. It must have happened during your third sleepover at his house, that was when he had formally asked you to be his girlfriend. Then you had gotten high together, lying out under the stars. Weed always made you chattier than usual and his queries as to how your family felt about you living so far away had pulled very detailed answers out of you.

That night, you had felt confident that he was actually listening to you - not just nodding along to the words you said and never interrupting. But he had kept those words, reflecting on them, digesting them at his own pace. You didn’t think anyone else had ever seen you so clearly.

A warm feeling was swelling up inside of you, coming directly from your heart. You knew that he was a deep-thinker, but this was more than you could have anticipated.

“You didn’t get spoiled the way you deserved to. So, of course you’d want a daddy, I get it.” He said, pecking you on the cheek. “You want someone who will make you feel safe.” His nose bumped against your cheek and you turned your head, this kiss landing closer to your mouth. “Someone that can keep you satisfied.” He kissed you on the lips. “Someone that cherishes everything you are.

“That’s what a daddy does, I’d say. And if you’d let me…” When he kissed you, it was a smile pressed to another smile. “I would love to be your daddy.” You sat up, raising yourself back up to eye-level. “I want you to be my good girl and I’ll treat you just like that.”

You cupped his face in your hands, unable to keep yourself from grinning as you eased in closer. “Yes, please be my daddy.”

“Asking so politely, such a good girl.” He said, his strong hands on your back as he pulled you in for some more kisses. “How about you lay back and I’ll take care of you, just like a daddy should, hm?”

You were quick to change your position, lying on your back. You were bursting with excitement, this was the giddiest you had ever been to fuck him.

He climbed on top of you. “Let me taste my good girl.”

You licked your lips, looking up into his deep brown eyes. His mouth met yours, delving into this passion that had been bubbling under the surface for what felt like days. You could feel your chest swelling as you slid your hands up until your arms could be linked around his neck.

You sighed dreamily as his lips left yours, instead placing a trail of kisses down your chin. “Daddy…”

You kept your eyes shut, feeling how every nerve in your body was attuned to his movements as his mouth worked over your neck. You were ready to get lost in all of this, your skin was made to be touched by his hands. The smile on your face only grew as he dragged his tongue across your throat. You were placing less of your attention on the spots currently left untouched - instead you let yourself become obsessed with all of the points of contact. Your breathing grew shallower as you marvelled over how naturally his body fit with your own.

It was always so natural with him and when you gave in, surrendering all of the questions and preconceived notions, that was when it stopped feeling daunting.

His fingers eased apart the buttons that had been keeping the front of your mini dress shut. He had shifted his body weight back, now trapping your legs as he eased the fabric away from your chest. You had neglected to put a bra on after your shower, giving him an uninterrupted view of your breasts.

Immediately, he took advantage of this, his hands moving with the same thorough curiosity that gave his eyes a look of intense focus. It was as if he was trying to commit these features to memory. His eyes lingered over scars as his fingers treated you to a deep caress, which soon had you squirming under him.

“Daddy…” You could make it mean something different, simply by adding a giggle. This couldn’t be contained as he activated all of the sensitivities in your right nipple. Pinched gently between his thumb and index finger, he added his middle finger to pass over the hardened peak. He probably just saw this as playing with you, oblivious to how truly wild this was driving you. The heat from this concentrated touch was stretching out, your entire body bathing in this eager warmth, this feeling of building ecstasy.

He propped himself forward, wet lips parting before his face moved to line up with your right breast. He released his fingers, placing his mouth here and enclosing your nipple with a new type of pressure. Your jaw fell slack, a long moan leaving your mouth.

But instantly, you wanted more. Your back arched, lifting from the sofa beneath you, as you aimed to have more of his mouth filled by you.

You grasped for his hair again, that increasingly-messy bun of his simply made for the perfect handle. You were straight away holding it in a fist, your shaking hand clenching with a strength that didn’t translate through the rest of your body. He was making you feel so weak, so overwhelmed by the reactions he was masterfully drawing from you.

It was when you pulled on his hair that he started to suck on your nipple. Held firmly between his lips, he worked the stiff peak over. He flicked the tip of his tongue over it and your groan became louder.

He didn’t leave the left nipple unattended for long, cupping your breast and covering the nipple. He let his mouth open, his bottom lip dragging over your nipple as he looked up at you. "I love how your body feels, how it tastes…" His hand sliding down across your stomach quickly got your attention, making you gasp when he reached your underwear. "How it reacts…"

He slid his fingers down further, over your labia, where the fabric was getting stuck. "How it gets wet…" He tenderly massaged over this area. "It's so wet that I don't have to take these off to feel, 'cause you're already soaking them through."

You could only give him a wordless whine in response. You started to get lost in his movements, every flex and push of his fingers was bringing out a deeper yearning in you. You held tightly to his hair, needing him to continue, needing him to keep awakening more of your desires.

You pressed up higher into him, especially into his hand. You were able to manoeuvre yourself so that his fingers slipped between your labia majora, barely touching the clitoris. He didn’t increase the pressure, letting you feel that gradual increase as he slowly put you on the road to your release.

“I want you. I want my good girl.” He said, bringing squirms from you. “But does this good girl want her daddy?”

You nodded. “Mm-hmm, I really do.”

“I think you’ll have to do better than that if you want to convince me.” Feeling his unoccupied hand touch gently to your chin got your attention, your eyes slowly fluttering open. He was looking straight at you, determined. “Is it still a need?”

“Yes, I need it, Daddy.” You said, not trying to keep the desperation out of your tone. “I need it and you know it, you can feel how fuckin’ much I need it. I’m so wet ‘cause I need it, I need you.”

He readjusted himself, sitting up beside your legs, but his hand remained on your pussy. “Maybe you should beg me.” He was smiling as he watched you writhe. “I wanna hear you begging me, ‘cause your body is already begging. But I wanna hear it from your mouth, I want you to beg me to take care of you.”

You sat up, reaching for him. "Please Daddy, plu- ah…" He caught you by surprise by quickly pushing his fingers inside of your underwear, pushing down over your mound at once. "Please, take care of me, I- ah, I need it. Can you, please? Please."

"You want it?" He asked, rolling your clitoral hood under his finger pad. "Do you need it?"

"Yes, yes…" You whimpered, sliding your sweaty hands across the lounge. "Please." You found the condom, ripping open the foil wrapper. "Please, Daddy."

There was a brief interruption in the flow of how he was playing with you when you confidently wrapped your hand around his cock, finding it and holding it steady, as your other hand came in with the condom. His eyes fluttered shut and you saw his jaw clench. You moved the latex down to cover his shaft and he gave your clit a few more strokes.

"I've never been called that before." He said and you released his dick, placing some kisses on his cheek. "Not, like, in a serious way. We joke around about stuff like that. But hearing you say it for real, it changes it, it gives it more power." You smiled breathlessly, nodding along to what he was saying. "And it's good, it's really good. It makes me wanna fuck you more."

"Do you mean, harder?"

He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, hands grabbing your hips. "Sure, that isn't what I meant, but-" He snatched you up, your chest flush to his, allowing him to move both of you as one, until you were flat on your back once again. "I can do that."

You couldn't wipe the smile from your face, so drawn in by his energy. He was on top of you, your heart fluttering as you wrapped your arms around him again.

"That's it, baby." He encouraged, placing a couple of kisses on your cheek. He picked your leg up, moving it until it could be wrapped around his waist. "Hold your daddy close."

You wrapped your other leg around him, securing your body to his and he leaned in closer. Your hands curled into fists as he buried himself into your cunt. He rocked his weight forward and you felt yourself pinned down.

His energy was immediate, plunging deep into your cunt with the stamina you had come to expect for him. Your whole body invigorated, you followed him as he picked up a fast pace. You did your best to meet every one of his thrusts, even when the collisions started to rob you of your breath. You arched your back, grinding against his hips and hearing him huff in response.

"Yes." He rasped as he planted his knees onto the sofa, beneath your ass, as a means of bracing himself. "I love when my good girl gets so wet that I can hear me fucking you."

You giggled a little, stroking his cheek as you looked up into his soulful eyes. "I think that's the dirtiest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I just thought it suited the moment." He said, almost appearing innocent with a little shrug of his shoulder.

He rocked his body weight back over his knees, then rolled into you, between your spasming walls. Your bodies met with a grind that brought pressure to your pelvis.

"Because the way that I feel about you, it's really dirty." He said, finding a determined pace. "Is that okay?"

You nodded jerkily. "Mm-hmm, I like it."

"I like it too." He moved in, kissing you. "I love it. I love taking care of you this way. Making you feel so full."

"Yes." You cried out. "Yes, I love it too Ethan, I love it so- oh, so fuckin' much."

His body lurched forward, crashing into you. There was no longer any separation, his hips pushing up relentlessly as he laid on top of you. With less room between you, each of his rocks into you landed with purpose. You were losing your opportunity of recovery between his movements, your toes curling as your hands grasped his biceps, seemingly every muscle in your body tensing.

"I want…" He was out of breath, but he still attempted to speak. It was so intense, having his eyes boring directly into yours and it felt like every part of you was laid bare in front of him. "I want us to come together." You nodded, your eyes beginning to flutter and stay shut for longer. "'Cause then it won't be about you belonging to me, or me belonging to you…"

"Mm-hmm." It was a strain to produce even this limited response.

"It'll be about us belonging to each other." He said, his exhales getting louder, just as the wet sounds of your pussy continued to increase in volume. "Does that sound good to you, babe?"

"Mm-hmm." You said as strong tremors ran through your body, making you feel weaker as it became apparent that your orgasm was close. "Yes Daddy, yes, yes. I want that, please Daddy, please."

Was it your imagination that his thrusts gained more power each time you used his new pet-name?

"I'm gonna cuh- oh, ah, fuck." He whined over the sounds of his flesh slapping against your own. "I'm gonna come for you, baby. Come with me, come with me." Your fingernails had started to dig into his tan skin. "Be a good girl and cuh- come with your daddy, come with your- oh, fuck."

"Ah, unf…" You cried out, feeling him throbbing inside of you, his tip bumping against your cervix as his movements stimulated your clit to the point where you were feeling full-body tingles.

"Yes, yes, yes! Ah, oh, God, fuck."

It was a triumphant and loud orgasm you were hearing as you disappeared into your own release. Your body rocketed up into his and this final collision stretched out as you remained rigid, letting your body unravel.

You shivered and twitched as your body struggled to comprehend this intense experience just gifted to you. He slid out of you, rocking back and moving away a little. Your cunt was still fluttering as you listened to him trying to catch his breath.

You put your hands over your face as you gradually came down from this high. "Oh my fuckin' God." Your limbs flinched, unpredictable spasms keeping you feeling weak.

“That was really…” He trailed off, unable to finish that thought, just taking in one deep breath after another. “God, I’m so glad you want me to be your daddy. I don’t think you’ve ever made me come that hard before.”

You smiled, feeling the relief rush through your body and you took your hands away from your eyes. You raised your head, taking in the sight of how he was slumped back against the couch, in a state of ruin from his orgasm. You were all too aware of the fact that this could have gone the other way - he could have kink-shamed you, broken up with you or something worse.

That made this moment all the more glorious, this powerful afterglow giving you a feeling like floating.

“Yeah, you seemed to be extra enjoying yourself.”

He turned to look at you. “What about you, how are you feeling?” His hand reached out, holding you at the ditch behind your knee. “That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows so that you could meet his eye. “No. That whole strip tease bordered on too much, to the point where I never need you to do anything like that for me ever again.” He smiled, caressing your skin with his thumb. “But once we got down to business, that was definitely not too much. It was absolutely perfect and amazing and it made me very happy to be your good girl.”

“You are a good girl.” He said, securing both of his hands around one of yours and pulling, trying to ease you into sitting up. “My good girl.”

Despite how tired you felt, you sat up, moving closer to him. He pressed kisses over the back of your hand, while his eyes remained fixed on your face. The focus here made you feel exposed to him in a whole new way. Those flutters continued through your pussy, but now you were starting to feel it in your heart as well.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” He asked, beckoning you closer with a curl of his finger. He put his lips beside your ear, whispering. “This won’t be the last time you call me daddy.”

“Bloody Hell, I literally just got out of the shower. But I guess I’m heading back there. This time it will be cold water only.”

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simpingfortheages · 3 years

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//Test it out//

You know what pineapple does...come on ;) you know...

Ally Mayfair x Fem reader

(FLUFF! SMUT But fluff too...is-is cute ngl)

Reader comes home and sees Ally in bed, one thing leads to another.

Source: mirandascroft (sorry :( idk how to add gifs on tumblr but i still gave credit :)

Long days at the office weighed down on you so much that your shoulders ached and sagged as you walked. The feeling of every muscle in your body screaming for you to lie down, to sit, to do something other than stand. You sloppily toed off your shoes that your wore for 9 hours, leaving them to clatter in a corner. Ally will understand. The cool board floor was heavenly on your sore feet , a cool reminder that Ally probably had the AC on a few hours ago. It seemed as though just by being home it was the remedy you needed.

Tossing the hefty bag from your pained shoulder onto the counter also added to your satisfaction. A smile crept its way upon your lips, just at the idea of not having to touch that laptop bag for the next two days. "Ally?" you called out for you girlfriend. Your girlfriend for 1 year and 10 months to be precise. The best decision you ever made was to walk into that restaurant,"Ally baby?" there was no answer to your reply the first time. The further you walked into the house and made your way into the living room, you already knew that she was passed out in bed. The glass that remained with 1 inch red wine left on the short side table gave you your answer.

With an extra happiness and pep in your step you skipped your way up the stairs, jumping past every 2 steps. If Ally were awake and saw that, she would scold you for setting a bad example for Oz, which luckily for you was away spending the night with one of his schoolmates. As you continued to make your way upstairs, the white door to yours and Ally's bedroom came into view. Trying to stay as quiet as possible you pushed open the door which gave a small creak, you always mentioned to Ally about fixing that, but the brunette refused to get it oiled because she liked hearing when you came home. It was a sweet gesture.

The sight of your girlfriend on the bed that you both shared made your heart swell with love. After all the trauma and terrible things she faced before she became the senator, you made it your number one priority to shower her with all the love and care that she deserved. The floor board groaned softly beneath your naked feet as you tip toed your way to the side of the queen sized bed. There she laid sprawled out on the sheets, wearing your button up flannel shirt, hugging your pillow with one leg hitched upon it. The pillow had a faded scent of the lavender perfume you famously wore. It was Ally's favourite, she said it 'made her feel safe'. You never questioned it so you continued to wear it every day.

The 2 empty bottles situated on your wooden dresser proved that point. Before you keeled down to bestow a kiss on her soft skin, you noticed a small plastic container...was it? noo, she wouldn't. She promised to share. The irresistible smell of the pineapple juice that collected at the bottom of the container was calling you. Without thinking you lifted the container to your lips and drank the remainder of the fruit you both promised to share. You eyes opened wide at the taste of how sweet the pineapple was, after you drank every drop, you rested the bowl back on the night stand.

Apparently the soft thud against the wooden table caused the sleeping senator in the bed to stir awake. As Ally shifted on the bed to turn and face you, the loose buttoned shirt that she wore began to ride up her thighs, allowing her pink underwear to peak through. Ally stopped hugging your pillow and fully rotated her body which made her shirt move even more to reveal that your girlfriend wore no bra. She was everything that you loved, the perfect woman and person whom you wish to spend the rest of your life with. Her brown eyes slowly began to open but it wasn't opened all the way, with eyes still filled with sleep Ally squinted at you as a small smile adorned her face.

"hi baby.." her voice was soft and raspy from now waking up but it was filled with glee. " hi baby" you replied with happiness in yours. Ally sat up on the bed and neatly folded her legs as she outstretched her hands for a hug. You didn't move, instead you shot her a toothy grin and narrowed your eyes at her in a joking manner. "Where's my share Al?" the adorable look of realization that dawned on Ally's face as she turned her head to look at the empty container. "OH baby, I am sorry, it was just really sweet. It was one of the sweetest ones you brought home" she pouted her bottom lip and gave you puppy eyes.

Of course you fell for it. You playfully rolled your eyes as you shrugged off your work jacket, and threw it on the chair that already had clothes from previous work days,"Well Ms Mayfair, your going to have to pay me back for that." Ally quirked an eyebrow at your sudden statement and flopped her hand down on the bed with a loud huff, "well y/n I can buy you back one tomorrow." you shook your head 'no' at her way to rectifying the situation. You knew she was a little salty now from the lack of attention she was receiving. Usually you'd shower her in kisses and take the hug that she offered when you came home, however you had another plan in store. Ally furrowed her eyebrows,"well how to make it back up to you?". You knew exactly how she could repay you.

After you removed most of your work clothes you were standing at the bedside in only your shirt with a cute fuming Ally in the bed."Don't look at me like that. You ate all the pineapple that YOU promised we'd share, I came home all excited to eat it." Ally scoffed loudly at your reply, her eyebrows went up in shock,"So that's ALLLLL you came home excited for y/n?" she threw her hands up in frustration."Yes Ally. I did" at this point the senator folded her arms tightly against her chest staring daggers at you with an annoyed look plastered on her face.

"omg Ally of course I am kidding, I came home for YOUUU toooo.." you jumped on the bed and lovingly wrapped your arms around her. To make up for rejecting her hug from before you showered her with kisses all over her pouted lips, and face. Ally's fake being angry demeanor broke when your lips trailed to her neck. She always giggled when you kissed there , she was ticklish. It was one of the things your adored and did quite often to get a reaction out of her. "Y/N Stopp!!" Ally laughed uncontrollably, she pressed the heels of her palm into your chest to try and push you off, but you were relentless."Are you ready to pay me back now?" you pulled away to allow her to catch her breathe.

"wa-wait so...so the tickle attack wasn't the payback?" Ally spoke through her struggle to regulate her breathing." NO way, you owe me big time sooo..." you stopped mid sentence to make sure she was listening to you."SOO what y/n? you know I don't like being left in suspense" you playfully rolled your eyes at her impatience,"SOooo.. you remembered that article that we read and thought was a lie?" you said watching the small gears turn in Ally's head. When she realized what you meant, a pink blush crept it's way onto her chest and face.

"I mean you do owe me baby."you continued to plant more kisses atop her flushed skin, however this time it was slow and filled with a sensual intent. Ally craned her neck to the side to expose more of her skin for you to place your lips upon,"I- i'd like to try that" the way that she stuttered her words were heavenly, you knew you had her where you wanted.When you reached her pulse point you bite down roughly and sucked at the area until you were sure that blood rushed to the surface. You usually weren't allowed to leave hickies on her since she had work, but due to her winning the last election she had gotten a lot more time off to relax and that meant staying home a little longer with you.

Ally laced her hands through your hair as you marked her beautiful skin, while she pulled at your roots for every bite you made. An almost silent whimper escaped Ally's lips, a small indication that she wanted more. Over the months of being together you learnt the little signs she gave when she wanted something. One of the ways being the way she would begin to chew on her nails when she is hungry or the way that she would start to clean when she is stressed, you learned Ally inside out and you loved every inch of her.

With every kiss you bestowed upon her soft skin, you whispered a small ' i love you'. It was soft but Ally was close enough to hear every word. She cherished these moments with you, the way you managed to make every second with her something special and memorable. It was something she held dearly to her heart. As you trailed your lips lower and lower, the coldness in the room made her skin pebbled, the hairs on her body stood up as well with the more kisses you left on her. Touching and caressing every freckle that beautified her body. She was a walking masterpiece indeed. And she was yours.

Watching at how cute and desperately her hips bucked for your attention, you adorned her inner thighs with more kisses, spitefully skipping past the area you knew she needed you the most."Please y/n, I needed you since before you came ho-home. I didn't even try anything" her words invoked a fire within you, a fire fueled with desire and passion to please your girlfriend. Especially since she held back for so long. Out of the kindness in your heart, you decided to skip the foreplay and get right to it. Immediately you wrapped your plump lips around her pink bundle of nerves, sucking in sharp bursts to invoke more pleasure. Your girlfriend threw her head back against the pillows below as she laced and entangled her hands into your hair.

Words mixed of profanity and your name were continuously being moaned and whimpered from Ally's mouth. Hearing her curse shot straight heat to your own core. It was sexy, Ally never used words like that even in anger when Ozzy was around. Thank God he wasn't, you silently thanked the universe."oh Yes Y/n Suck it suck it suck it.." her lewd comments caused the flaem inside of you to burn brighter. You softly kitten licked at her clit, bringing your tongue's attention to the dripping arousal that was caused by you. Slipping your tongue pain stalking slow through her swollen pink folds, to gather and collect the sweet arousal you've been waiting to taste for so long. Ally's nails scrapped along your scalp from the sensation of your tongue.

She was basically dripping honey. The aroma.The taste...all of it was addictive and you couldn't get enough. As you lapped at her cunt, the senator, whose legs you were currently between,were clamping down on your head.It'd really be the best way to go out. But you were far from finished."Ally...we seem to have a problem." you spoke from between her legs, your girlfriend parted her legs and looked at you with worry,"what's the problem?".

"It's just that you taste sweeter than the pineapple." the blood rushed to Ally's cheek making her blush."And why's that bad?" she questioned."It's just that I can't get enough.." you smirked in reply as you returned your head to her dripping core. Taking your middle and ring finger, you ran it up her slit to gather her arousal.As you did so, you toyed at her dripping entrance causing Ally to whimper once more, having teased her enough, you plunged your fingers into her pussy.

Immediately her back arched off the bed, the weak springs in the bed creaked as your woman moved in pleasure. Her head twisting and turning on the pillow. Never stopping from moving inside her, you curled your fingers, grazing and caressing her g spot. She was pulling you in, her warm tight muscles begging for more of you as her arousal dripped down your hand. You loved every moment of this."Faster y/n ...fas-" her second orgasm stopped her mid sentence overtaken by loud moans. Hands fisting and gathering your hair in her palms as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her head was empty of everything else but your name which she yelled till high heaven.

Your eyes locked onto her pussy, watching as her sensitive entrance fluttered trying to regain normalcy. You couldn't just lay between her legs watching her delicious essence drip onto the sex stained sheet. Ally was tired from her two highs that she had in a row, but she didn't know you intended to collect the rest of her."Ahh shit y/n baby please- please I can't" she felt you softly lick her, she was now pushing your head away from her center.

Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes as she pleaded, it was the most intense orgasm she has had in a while. Looking up at her you smiled and complied to the words of your girlfriend."Very well baby." You missed moments and times like this, just you and her. Usually after sex she would be off scurrying to finish off some work instead of laying beside you. "Next time you'll get to eat the pineapple. I wanna try it.." Ally spoke seductively yet there was a hint of sleepiness in her voice. You turned your head and took in her disheveled state. Only you got to see the pristine and up tight Ally Mayfair like this... you were lucky and grateful for her.

Your girlfriend shot you a small wink before getting off of the bed and making her way to the bathroom, giving you a full view of her plump naked ass. Swaying her hips as she walked away. That was all yours, and you planned to make it so. The diamond ring tucked away behind your clothes in your dresser held that promise...

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mitsukui · 3 years

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flower petals | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader.

Summary: his eyes absolutely adore how flower petals look spread on your skin.

Word Count: 1,8k.

Warnings: smut! Fred being possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), marking, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, cum play.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: HEAD VERY FULL, MANY THOUGHTS. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

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“Well, just look at you.” Your voice came out as a seductive purr, but he did not bother to land his chocolatey brown eyes on you. He was too absorbed in getting his tie knot done, his lean body resting on the edge of the bed that was covered by white and fluffy bedclothes.

The sight of a cascade of his flaming-red hair falling down his neck and almost reaching his shoulders was enough to drive you crazy. Because of a previous request of yours, his hair was once again long and, if such a thing was remotely possible, you were even more enamored with him. His white button-up shirt and dark navy trousers were not of much help either, owing to the slim fit of his formal clothes.

Fred Weasley looked undoubtedly delicious.

With your body leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, where you spent most of your days and nights at, you allowed yourself to secretly devote a piercing stare to him. Your eyes could spend hours like that, devouring every single little detail of him. All of him was simply breathtaking to you: his thin lips, his prominent nose, his freckle splattered skin, his skilled hands – oh, Godric. You loved his hands.

They felt heavenly while roaming around your undressed body, or while pulling your hair back, forcing you to look at or be closer to him during sex. Flashes of your intimate moments came to life in your mind, and you had to bite down on your lower lip. An annoyed groan left his lips, and you snapped back to reality.

“Never mind. Who needs to wear a fucking tie, anyway?” He stood up and finally faced his reflection in the mirror. His fingers unbuttoned the very first two buttons on his shirt and more of his milky skin peeked out. If you had more time, you would surely take him right then and there. You were, however, significantly late to George’s engagement party, therefore there was no time to waste.

You made yourself seen as your high heels clacked on the wooden floor of the flat he shared with his twin brother. Your beautiful body was hugged by a black satin dress, which only accentuated even more your inviting curves. Most of your thighs had been left uncovered, and the freedom of your skin repeated itself on your cleavage.

Your body was positioned behind his, and both of you smirked at each other. You were just about to compliment him again, but he was faster than you.

Before you could even realize what he was doing, he turned around, towering over you. His fingers reached out for your hips that were soon captured by his possessive touch. A short gasp was the only sound you were able to produce then, once his lips attacked your right collarbone, and made your breath hitch in your throat.

Licking your skin lustfully, he traveled up to your neck. His teeth nibbled on the soft skin, while his tongue eased all the tiny, purple bruises he was leaving behind. Your hands tugged on his hair, and a chain of shaky moans left your lips.

“There, that’s better.” He finally let go of your neck, but not of your hips. Your eyes moved to the mirror desperately, only to confirm your worst nightmare had come to life: Fred had sucked a group of small hickeys onto your neck. “You look stunning tonight, darling. Since we’re going to a big party, I needed to make sure it was clear who your owner is.”

After that, he did not even give you time to put on some concealer on the hickeys or to get angry at him. Still holding onto your hips, he disapparated from the flat.

The party seemed to drag on for more than what you considered pleasant. You tried your best to cover your recent love bites by using your hair and, apparently, it worked. Not one single soul said anything about it, but you knew he knew about them. And, perhaps, that was why he could not take his eyes off of you.

Even when you were apart, engaged with different conversations or activities, you could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin, undressing you, imagining himself slamming his hips into your tight cunt. He had fucked you so many times before, and he had been quite rough a few times; yet, your cunt still remained as tight as ever, and your juices still dripped from it over the smallest of his actions.

Around 1AM, you and Fred returned to the flat at last. Luckily enough, you had the place all to yourselves; George was staying with his fiancé and her family. Fred had never been more grateful towards his brother’s unconscious acts, because his plans for the night included fucking your brains out.

Once more, he held you in his arms as your surroundings changed. The nauseous feelings that crept in the pitch of your stomach were soon replaced by the feeling of his lips crashing against yours. He showed no mercy in his kiss, nor in the way did he remove your dress from your body.

The weak moonlight cast a provocative glow on your skin as he analyzed the matching set of lingerie you had on: a see-through lace bra and a lace v-front thong, both in black. His eyes gained a deeper shade of brown, and his bulge ached in his tight trousers.

“I see someone had high expectations for the after party.”

In no time, he sat down on the edge of the bed, exactly like he had done earlier that evening, and had you bent over his knees. With filthy words leaving his mouth, he hit your skin repeatedly and made sure you were completely aware of the fact that you were his. Your thong was now soaked with your arousal and your skin burned in the most luscious way. Your eyes produced little white stars from pleasure right in front of you, but you still craved for so much more. And so did he.

“Let me take a good look at you.” Feeling as if your legs had turned into a gelatinous mess, you stood up with his help.

He first analyzed your neck, where the purplish bruises still existed so exquisitely. They looked ethereal, almost as if your skin had been carrying tiny flower petals all this time. And you looked painfully captivating then, standing so submissively in front of him, with a single tear streak on your left cheek.

Regardless of how turned on he was by the love bites on your skin, something else caught his attention.

Your back profile reflected in the large and tall mirror attached to the wall, and the mark of his hand lashed against your skin was clearly visible. Fred had never really thought much of it, especially because it was something you had insisted on buying. At that night, however, that mirror was his favorite thing in the flat.

All of your and his clothes were dismissed eventually. You felt your walls clenching around nothingness as his cock sprung free from his underwear. The fact that he would stretch you out in an instant almost sent you to heaven.

He guided you towards the mirror with strong and dominating hands, stopping only when you were a few inches away from the reflecting surface. Under his command, you bent forward a bit, your nipples touching the cold object and causing you to squirm away.

“Be a good girl now, and let me watch you come undone while I fuck you.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you complied with his demands. This time, however, he did not bend your torso so only your nipples would touch the mirror. Your cheek had become one with the object, protesting whines echoing in the bedroom as he entered you slowly.

Your hot breath fogged the mirror a bit and his pace turned into a steady one. He was thrusting deeply into you, whispering how well your cunt always took him, and you were moaning sinfully. You begged him to move faster; even so he did not do as he was asked. He wanted to tease you, to make you suffer, like you had done to him with that dress of yours.

When you exclaimed you were close to your orgasm, one of his hands left your hips and went straight up to your hair. He tangled his fingers with your locks and violently pulled them, bringing your back to his chest.

He continued stretching you out until your legs trembled furiously, threatening to bring you down to the floor, and you cried out his name in sheer pleasure. But much to your surprise, he did not finish inside you, like he used to.

Fred pulled out only in time to step closer to the mirror, stroke his cock a few more times, and release his seed on the mirror.

You watched the scene as you came back from your high, but you could swear your cunt got even wetter. The way he threw his head back, the way he moaned loudly, the way his chest rose up and then fell back down again – everything he did was so incredibly hot.

“L-Lick the mirror clean.” His body trembled as he gathered all of his inner strength to speak to you. “I want to see you licking my cum off the mirror.”

Now that was something new. The novel request made you blink in surprise at him, unsure if he was really asking you to do that. It had never happened before, but it was surely burningly rousing.

He once more tugged on your hair, but he was much gentler this time. With one hand, he stroked his semi-hard cock and, with another, he pushed you towards the mirror.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You did, and he grunted. Kneeling down on the floor, you finally allowed your tongue to touch the mirror. You felt tremendously nasty, but you also enjoyed it tremendously.

Your eyes moved up to his own as you gave the mirror the first short lick, a small amount of his yet warm release hitting your velvety taste buds, and your body recognizing his sweet flavor. Thanks Merlin for the insane quantity of pineapple he consumed; that prick knew exactly what he was doing.

The strokes on his cock increased as he was hard again, and as you continued on licking his cum while looking at him.

When you finished, you smiled shyly at him through the mirror. You were unsure whether you had done a good job on what he asked you to do or not, but you secretly felt good.

Quickly returning to his caring self, he helped you stand up and used his slim fingers to clean any leftovers that still remained on your chin and lips. He asked you if you were alright, if he had hurt you somehow, if you needed anything, but when you shook your head negatively, he bumped his nose against yours.

“You are seriously out of this world. Thank you for being mine.”

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley smut #fred weasley #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #🌼 — personal: writings

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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helllloooooo franky! this is best event i have EVER seen! i amso excited to read each one you post! below is my information!

she/her and f!body

match up gender doesn't matter

26, age gap is cool, maybe even sexier for a one night stand

dealers choice for canon/modern & ending

personality: loud and outgoing, but i also love my alone time. love other people who will match my energy. very laid back about most things, but get v heated about justice. im a sucker for romantic tropes and for angst.

phsycial traits: i am very short and i love it

kinks: where do i even start.... a switch - so both dom and sub work for me, but more sub leaning; dacryphilia - for me or partner, especially when paired with overstimulation; bondage is so so pretty; love sensory deprivation - mainly sight or sound; light impact play on me

hard nopes: i really can't think of any

did you see my hidden pineapple safe word??

Your hidden pineapple was delightful and I enjoyed it

I match you with pineapple Marco!

- He would match your vibe for sure.

- Mostly easy going and laid back but he loves to party and have a good time

- You'd vibe, chat shit, talk about important issues just the right amount.

- He likes your short, easy to throw over his shoulder

- Will indulge in your kinks happily.

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You weren’t drunk, just pleasantly buzzed, enough booze to make you brave enough to place your hand on Marco’s thigh, letting your hand brush up higher, getting a reaction out of your commander. You’d whispered in his ear how you’d admired him for awhile now, asking if he wanted to bring in the new year with a bang.

Marco had been more then happy to agree, standing up faster then you’d ever seen the laid-back man move outside of battle. It hadn’t taken long to find yourself devoid of your clothes and pinned down on Marco’s desk, papers had flown across the room, a few things hitting the ground, he didn’t seem to care.

“Tell me little bird, how often have you thought about being fucked by your commander?” Marco chuckled against your neck as your hands ran over his bare chest.

“More times than I’d like to admit” Your voice was soft, admitting your desires to the zoan.

“Mmm well, tonight’s your lucky night yoi” you could feel the smirk against your neck as he started to attack the sensitive skin, nipping, sucking, biting, all you could do was whine happily.

The phoenix removed his sash with a flourish, he grabbed your hands and tied the fabric around them before pinning them above your head, the half-lidded gaze and the smug look on his face was enough to have you trying to press your thighs together, he was effortlessly sexy.

“Marco?” you started, and he soon silenced you with his lips on yours, kissing away your questions.

He was between your thighs now; you could feel his erection rubbing against your slick and waiting hole. You moaned into the kiss when he aimed the head of his cock against your clit, purposely, slowly. You tried to move your hands, wanting to touch him, grab him, he chuckled into the kiss, pulling away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Sing for me songbird”

Marco brought you to the edge of his desk, positioning himself before he pressed his long length into your cunt. You moaned loudly, giving the commander what he wanted, a song from those pretty lips. He pushed in further, bottoming out, filling you, your toes twitched, he felt better then you could have imagined on those nights you had to settle for your imagination and your fingers.

“You take me so well yoi” Marco hummed as he started a rhythm, long and slow thrusts that drove you mad, you needed more, needed him to fuck you faster, harder, your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in, his body closer to yours.

“Needy thing, aren’t you?”

“Marco please, I need it, just fuck me, fuck me till I don’t know my own damn name!” You huffed, he was such a little shit, making you beg for it when he knew what you wanted.

“Oh, as you wish yoi”

It was like an entirely different person was between your thighs now, fucking you with earnest, the desk creaked and cried against the wooden floor as the zoan user fucked you how you’d begged. Your moans filled the room, you couldn’t barely keep a thought in your head before Marco just fucked it right back out.

You’d never have expected Marco to be this feral when it came to fucking, everything he did was so laid back and casual, you were however glad he putting more energy into it then his paperwork. Feeling one of his hands reaching between your bodies, how he started to rub your clit, it was just the thing you needed to push you over the edge, crying out his name as you came, clamping down on his member, breathing heavy. Marco chuckled, he wasn’t slowing down, he carried on fucking you though your climax, building you up again, higher, and higher.

“Marco!” You whined, his finger on your clit never stopped for a moment, you felt tears pricking your eyes from the joyous overstimulation.

“I’ll show you the stamina of the phoenix little bird yoi”

#marco the phoenix #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #marco the phoenix x reader #n/sfw #n/sfw match ups

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yutahoes · 3 years

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3Bs Project # 3: Bartender

3Bs are known as the three male professions that women should avoid to date in Japan: a biyoushi (hairstylist), a band member, and a bartender.

pairing : bartender! Yuta Nakamoto x socialite! Y/N

word count : 4.4k words

genre : fluff, suggestive towards the end

summary : You hated the club but slowly, you’re growing to get fond of the loud music and alcohol because of a certain someone’s smile.

warning : alcohol, suggestive content

taglist: @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @readers-posts @ytzvivi @onefoureightfive

Sorry this took so long. I kinda hated the ending of this. Anyways, please enjoy the last part of this project. Thank you for reading the three AUs.

You hated it. The loud bass music, the unhealthy smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat. You hated the club the most. You would rather stay at home but here you are, with your so-called friends, in the place you loathe the most.

You sighed then sat on the stool by the counter, avoiding your group of girl friends eyeing the boys from the other table. You desperately wanted a drink but you can't. The bartender smiled at you, "Hi, can I get you anything?" He said loud enough for you to understand his words through the booming music of bass.

You smiled then shook your head. "I'm the designated driver. Do you have some water?" It was the safest choice. Not that you don't have any money to pay for drinks, you can't have any alcohol in your system if you want to drive your friends safely. And it sucks. More reason to hate the club.

The guy smirked before putting a tall glass in front of you. "Water? You're my customer, I won't give you water." You just stared at him and had to admit that he's charming. But the lights are dim and it must be the absence of a man in your life that you found him attractive. "I'll make you a virgin."

A virgin? Your eyes widened at him. What? "You're not allergic to pineapple, aren't you?" You shook your head as he put a yellow liquid in his mixer. "Coconut?" Again, you shook your head as he put a clear liquid in the same mixer. "Keep your eyes on me."

You were amazed at how he shook the mixer in a showy motion, throwing the mixer in the air and even catching it flawlessly. He winked when he poured the mixed drink in the glass in front of you, putting a slice of pineapple on the edge of the glass then pushing it to you. "A virgin piña colada for the designated driver." You giggled at that. He's good at this.

And his drink is amazing. It tastes like the real piña colada without the kick of the alcohol. "Thank you. This is really good." The guy smiled before thanking you for the compliment, excusing himself to get to the other customers that made you nod.

"Y/N, take us home." Your friend whispered against your ear, making you annoyed. You had to finish your drink and thanked the bartender, paying for your and your friends’ drink then giving him a generous tip. He smiled, a really pretty smile, thanking you.

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You still hated the blinding lights and the loud booming bass but now, your friend needed you to come with her to the club. She started crying, telling you about the boy she's seeing who cheated on her. You rolled your eyes at that, more reasons to not date someone. "I'll get you something to drink, hmm?" You said then made a beeline, between grinding bodies, to the bar counter to order something.

"Oh. Designated driver." The bartender called, smiling at you. He really had a nice smile, you note. "A virgin again?"

You giggled then shook your head. "We're going to call for a substitute driver." You stopped. Why do you have to explain that? "Anyways, can you give me something really strong for my friend?"

Again, he smiled then placed a glass in front of you. Like the first night, you watched as he started mixing some drinks. "How strong are we talking about?"

"So strong that she'll forget a guy who cheated on her?" Wow, you realized, that was too much information and you quickly regret telling him that. He smiled, reassuring you before he put rum in the drink he's mixing.

The guy created a purple drink that amazed you. This is new. "It's a magic potion for her to forget that bastard." You giggle at that, thanking him. "You have to return after handing her this drink, I'll make you an 'I-have-to-comfort-my-friend-drink’.” You only smiled before nodding at him, careful to not let the drink spill on your way to your friend.

The drink he gave you isn't that strong but there's a kick of alcohol and a faint taste of mint and lime. It's refreshing and addicting, a kind of drink you haven't tried before. Maybe this will be your new favorite hangout place because of the amazing drink that the bartender has been offering you.

Your friend was too drunk after getting three glasses of her drink and you were just a little tipsy after your fourth glass. You handed the bartender a large tip because of the drinks he made and the patience he had while listening to your friend, even getting an earful from her for being a guy. You apologize to the bartender profusely as you helped her out of the club.

It is cold since it's almost early morning and it doesn't help that you have thin clothes on. You were waiting for a substitute driver, outside the club and your friend's car, mentally asking why you can’t book a driver and cursing at your friend for just sleeping in the car without any worries. "Hey." someone called and you were ready to attack a creep who would ask you to spend a night with him but you were greeted by a warm smile. The bartender. "You're still here. Hard time finding a substitute driver?" You nodded. "I'm done for today. Do you want me to drive you?"

You shook your head, surprised at what he said. "No, it's alright. I don't want to bother you."

"It's not a bother." Well, it's him or nothing, you thought. You're pretty tipsy to drive and it's so cold that you just wanted to get some sleep. You stared at him for a while asking if he knew how to drive which made him nod. He doesn't even look like a creep. Heck, he's the opposite of that. So you nodded, handing him the keys to your friend’s car.

To fully trust him, he even showed you his license. Yuta Nakamoto. His name is Yuta and he's Japanese. Single? You don't even know why your mind kept on asking that. Must be the tipsiness. You gave him the instructions to your friend's house, even regretting that it was a short drive. You wanted to spend more time with him, wanted to talk to him and hear his angelic voice.

You talked to your friend's mom who looked worried, even asking you to just sleep at their place but you shook your head. She even asked you to just take a cab home or drive your friend's car but you wanted to walk and remove the tipsiness in your system. When you left the house, you were surprised that Yuta was still outside.

It was a good thing. You needed to thank him for driving you safely and making sure that he'll go home safe. "Thank you, Yuta. I'm really sorry for bothering you."

He shook his head, smiling at you. "It's cool, Y/N. I'm glad you're both safe." You nodded at that, not knowing what to tell him. “You should get inside, it’s cold.”

“Oh no.” You shook your head, eyeing the house. “I’m heading home.”

“It’s late.” You giggled, arguing that it’s almost early morning. “Are you taking a cab?”

You had to smile at his genuine concern then shook your head. “I live nearby. I’ll just walk to get some air.” Yuta nodded, telling you that he’ll walk with you which surprised you. He even argued that he lives nearby so it’s fine and once again, not a bother.

It was awkward. What should you tell him? It’s a little cold so you rub your palms together. “Are you cold?” He asked but you shook your head, smiling. “Do you want to take my jacket?” He was wearing a denim jacket and a white thin shirt inside, so thin that you can even see the silhouette of what looks like a tattoo on his chest. You shook your head, repeating that you’re fine. It’s a short walk anyways.

You stopped in front of the large blue gates of your house and he exclaimed in awe at how big your house is. “My parents are in an airline industry so they have lots of money to waste.” Yuta nodded and you rubbed your neck at the awkwardness. Why do you have to tell him that? “Thank you, for driving us and walking me home.”

“No worries, Y/N.” He said then smiled at you. “You should get inside. I’ll see you later.” You nodded, promising to come back to the club sometime.

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That sometime came faster than you expected when one of your friends had her bachelorette party at the same club. Although you hate the club and your friends, you came for the sake of seeing Yuta again. When you entered the club, you easily spotted him by the bar leaning close and talking to one girl in skimpy clothes. She started touching his arm, trailing her finger in a flirty manner that made the guy smirk. You were annoyed at that moment.

But then, why are you annoyed when it’s his job and you two are not together?

Additional to the annoyance you felt is when one friend stopped you from drinking alcohol since you brought your car and you should drive them home. What the hell? You wanted to drink because you’re so pissed off and you’re not allowed to? Can this night get any worse? “Y/N, can you get us some Cosmopolitan?” One girl asked as you pouted while heading to the bar counter.

“You don’t look good.” Yuta teased when you sat on the bar counter which made you glare at him. “Designated driver again?” You nodded, not wanting to have a conversation with him. You asked for your friends’ Cosmopolitan and a glass of water or even cola if they have some but he just chuckled that pissed you off more. “I’ll make you something to drink. I think you need it.”

“I can’t. Just give me…”

“I’ll drive you home. You and your friends.” He claimed that made you look at him. “Get drunk. I’ll take care of you.” Does he do this to every girl? You’re not special, aren’t you? Is he this kind-hearted? Or maybe it’s the tips.

And you believed in the last one.

Even if you wanted to get drunk, you can handle your alcohol well. Knowing full well when to stop drinking and that is the third glass of the pink liquid you’ve been drinking all night.

Yuta did help you with your friends and handed him the keys to your car, putting your full trust in him to get you home safely. You sat on the passenger seat and told him instructions on where to go to get your friend home while watching him take the wheel flawlessly. You had to bite your lip at his exposed arm from the black T-shirt he’s wearing, a black line peeking on the hem of the shoulder. He really has tattoos and it made him hot in your eyes. God, he’s perfect. When he turned to look at you, you pretended to check on your friends in the backseat and reminding them not to vomit.

He did drove your three friends to their home safely and since he knew where you lived, maybe you can just get some sleep. “Are you still feeling drunk?” He asked and you nodded at that, feeling your head throbbing and your stomach churning. “Can we stop by somewhere first?” You glanced at him curiously but he was already swerving the car in a different direction.

He stopped the car in front of a convenience store and asked you to come with him outside that startled you. The cashier was only looking at you when he paid for a can of coffee and a bottle of sparkling water. He gave you the bottle of sparkling water, asking you to take small sips while walking to the back of the convenience store where there are vacant chairs and tables. “Can we go home now?”

He shook his head, tapping the bottle of water. “Finish it then we’ll go home.” You took small sips, careful not to drink too much because you might vomit in the car. When you finished half of the water, you stood up then asked him to go home already but he crossed his arms against his chest then glared at you. "Finish it all."

The dominance in his voice and the way he looked at you made you gulp. God, he is hot. And you didn't know that you have this submissiveness inside you. You want him.

He drove you home with little conversations in the car, even greeting you goodnight when your dad waited for you outside the gates. “Are you dating him?” You shook your head at him, that’s ridiculous.

When you woke up that morning, you were surprised to see breakfast on the table. Your mom said that a certain guy brought those things so you wouldn’t have a hangover. She asked you the same question your dad asked you last night and you shook your head once again, but this time it didn’t sound ridiculous. You just wished you were indeed dating him.

You don’t even know his number, only knowing his name and where he works. So to thank him, you head to the club on a Friday night. There were lots of people and you took a small spot by the corner, watching him mix drinks and serving the customers. You can go to him when he’s not too busy and you settled in watching him, in his blank tank top, mixing drinks. He really does have a tattoo on his arm, an intricate pattern that made you mesmerized.

He was talking to some girls, letting them brush his arm or his chest. Some girls were even leaning close to him, whispering in his ear. You grew annoyed every second. You can’t do this. He’s a bartender, that’s his job. And your jealous self cannot be in a relationship with someone like him. What ticked you off is when a girl in a short skirt handed him a red fabric and Yuta just smirked while licking his lips. Damn it, maybe he’s not just a bartender.

If you hated clubs, you hated tea parties more. But your mom always tells you that a proper lady should never decline tea parties and you fucking hate it. You don’t want to hear how your so-called friends bought their Givenchy bag or Prada dress in Paris, you just wanted to sleep. “Y/N.” one of them called and you turned to her with a pissed expression, “Do you have a date for the wedding?”

You had to roll your eyes at that. Of course, they’ll egg you on. You’re the only one not in a relationship. "Do you want me to introduce you to someone? He owns a hotel." One of your friends said. You don't like it but cannot say anything to them so you just agreed without any thought. It's just a harmless introduction.

It surprised you when your friend told you that you'll meet the guy in the club, specifically the club where Yuta works. Why there? There are a lot of clubs in town. You just wished that it’s Yuta’s off and that he’s not around.

But he saw you immediately the moment you entered the club. He was talking to a girl, tucking a hair behind her ear when his eyes fell on you and smiled. Damn it, that smile. “Y/N!” Someone called from the bar that made you break eye contact with Yuta and walked to the man who called your name. “I’m so glad you could come.”

You smiled at him. What was his name again? Your friend showed you pictures of him but you weren’t interested. He might have a nice body and a handsome face to match but you're so sick of guys like him. "Hi, what can I get you?" Yuta asked.

"I'll have some whiskey and a margarita for the lady." Your date said that surprised you, Yuta glancing at you for clarification. You just nodded although you don't know how it tastes like. He started telling things about the hotel his parents are running and that you're a great match knowing that your family business is in tourism as well. He said something about his penthouse and a car but your mind cannot register it.

When Yuta handed you the drinks, you just thanked him and pretended to listen to your date. "Do you want to have a ride?" Yuta looked surprised that he dropped the glass on the counter, spilling some drink on you that startled you.

You gave him a confused look as he muttered an apology. "Excuse me." You said as you head to the washroom to clean the drink on your dress. The moment you went out, Yuta was leaning by the wall outside of the women's bathroom as if waiting for you. You passed by him but he held your wrist to stop you. "What?"

"That guy, seriously Y/N?" He asked that made you glare. What is he talking about? "You're better than that. You'll really go on a date with a guy who wanted you to ride his dick already and you haven't even had a drink."

"Wait, what? Ride what?"

"He was boasting about his seven-inch dick, weren't you paying attention?" You giggled at that, he seemed so agitated. "Look, he's even flirting with the girl beside him." You watch the guy talking to another girl next to him, the same girl Yuta was flirting with earlier.

Maybe that's why he is so annoyed. "I'll get your client back." You heard him revolt, calling your name but you walked to where your date is, sitting next to him. He was all smiles when he turned to you and you drunk the whiskey in his glass. This is getting annoying. Your feelings are out of hand now. Why do you even like him in the first place if he only cares about the customers and tips?

The guy's hand went to your thigh that startled you. "Do you want to go to my place?" Why is he like this? On the first date, really?

"I won't."

"Come on, Y/N. Your friends told me that you're great company." That took your attention. Your friends? They sold you off to this jerk? You scoffed at how annoying everything is going. "You even wore a skirt for me." His large hand held your arm and you smirked.

You didn't wear it for him, you wore it for someone else. "Funny of you to think that." His hold on you got tighter and you're slowly attracting the attention of people around. "Let me go!"

"You wear these slutty clothes on a date with someone you don't even know. What do you want me to think?"

Another hand held his wrist, forcefully breaking his hold on you. Yuta. He pulled you behind him. "That she's a girl who can wear whatever she wants." You had to stare at him in surprise. He's adding another reason for you to like him. "I'm sorry sir but you're making a customer uncomfortable. I'll have to ask you to…"

He landed a punch on the bartender's face that startled you. The nerve of this guy to hurt Yuta's pretty face. You didn't even know what came into you that you raised your leg to kick his crotch. The guy whimpered on the ground, cursing at you and even shouting that he'll tell your friends what you did. "Yeah, go ahead. Tell them to ride your small cock as well, loser." You took your handbag before pushing yourself between the crowd who was watching you, heading outside the club.

What you did was really scary but at the same time, you can't help but be proud of yourself. You're so sick of pretending to be the perfect girl everyone wants you to be. You are not. You wanted to curse, you wanted to get drunk, you wanted to fall in love without anyone's influence.

"Y/N!" You heard someone call and you turned to the owner of the voice. "Wait up." Yuta was running to where you are, bumping into other people walking in the opposite direction. He was breathing heavily the moment he stopped in front of you. "Are you alright?" What? You were suddenly confused. "You kicked him. Is your foot alright?"

He was worried about that? You laughed. "I'm fine. It's not like his dick is made of steel." Again, you laughed while remembering the guy’s face whimpering but Yuta just stared at you in worry. "Are you alright? That was a solid punch." He held the side of his jaw then nodded, saying that he's fine. "Thank you for earlier and I'm sorry for what that jerk did."

"Then why did you go on a date with him?"

You sighed. "My friend said to meet him." He then chuckled. "I know, I know. I have pathetic friends." Yuta nodded, agreeing with you. "I'll have to ditch them. Do you want to be my friend?"

"I don't want to be friends, though." Your face fell that instant that made him smile, that lovely smile. You wanted to punch his face for making your heart beat so fast in your chest. Yet he doesn't want to be friends with you. "Can a man and woman be just friends?" He asked, stepping forward that there's a small distance between the two of you. "When the man is so attracted to the woman that he's jealous about her dating someone other than him?"

"You were jealous?" He nodded that made you smile. "Well, you were flirting with the female customers a lot."

Yuta chuckled. "You were jealous?" Repeating those words in the same tone as you did earlier. "It was my job.” He then stopped, “Come to think of it I just lost my job now.”

You stared at him in surprise. Is this because of what happened earlier? “Do you want me to talk to your…?”

He shook his head, smiling widely. “It’s fine. I got accepted in my dream job.” Dream job? You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll be a Junior Chemist at a Pharmaceutical Company.”

“A chemist?” You asked in shock. “You’re a chemist?” So that’s why he’s good at mixing drinks. Yuta nodded, chuckling at you. “You’re pretty amazing.”

He held your hand, threading your fingers together that sent butterflies to your stomach. “Then date me.” You smiled at the straightforwardness. Another reason to like him. “We can make amazing chemistry together.” You giggled and you nodded as he pulled you closer to him.

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“Why does he look so scared of you?” Your friend asked, gesturing for the guy standing on the side and looking warily at you. The guy you once dated in the club. “Didn’t you two hit it off?”

You rolled your eyes at that. If it isn’t one of your friend’s wedding, you wouldn’t even come here. A smirk escaped your lips and you drank the white wine in your glass. “He was boasting about his seven-inch cock when it isn’t even that big.”

The girls in your group giggled, “What do you know? Are you getting laid?” You smiled innocently at that. “Oh my God! You are!” One exclaimed while the other asked repeatedly if you were dating someone, even asking who. When you said your boyfriend’s name, they looked surprised but you shrugged.

As if on cue, Yuta came inside the hall while looking around. He was wearing a suit with a dark blue tie that you got him. The girls gasped when he smiled, staring in your direction and walking to you. “He’s so handsome.” One girl whispered and you smiled widely at that, their eyes not leaving your boyfriend.

“Hi. Sorry, I’m late.” He said with a smile, wrapping his arm around your waist. He gave you a light peck on the lips then another one while giggling. “Were you drinking?” You nodded, whispering that it’s just wine. You even asked how his day at the company went when one girl lightly coughed, asking if you can introduce him to them. “Oh sorry,” He said immediately. “I’m Yuta Nakamoto, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

You smiled warmly as the girls take turns in holding his hand but you pulled him by the arm, pouting. “Excuse us.” Yuta just chuckled, whispering ‘jealous freak’ while pinching your cheek. The two of you sat by the bar counter and he started asking the bartender for vodka. He asked you what you want and you answered the same thing, making him smile. The girl in white brought two glasses of the alcoholic drink, slices of lime, and salt in one small plate.

With a flirty look, you drank the contents of the glass without breaking eye contact with him. You put the lime above your tongue, letting it linger a bit before dipping your finger on salt and sucking on it. Yuta smirked, licking his lips and glaring at you in a predatory look. You discovered it the third night you stayed in his place, the thing that turned your boyfriend on. “That’s cheating. Now I don’t know whether to take you home or take you here.”

“I don’t mind doing it here.”

“I don’t want to ruin your dress. You look so good in it.”

You stood up, leaning close to him. “I don’t have to remove my dress.” He raised an eyebrow at you as you smirked. “Did I tell you that I don’t have anything inside my dress?” You smirked before doing a small twirl to walk away from him.

The next thing you know, he was hot on your trail. “You’re really unbelievable.”

“You love me, though.”

“More than anything in this world.” He whispered against your ear before kissing the soft spot on your neck. “I’ll just show you how much when we get back home. But now, let me just drink you up.”

“I’m all yours, Yuta.” You whispered, opening the door to the restroom as his lips went to yours.

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holykillercake · 3 years

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Piña Coladas

pairing: Marco x Reader

word count: 2k

summary: You are loyal to your captain and your team, so you would do everything to win. Even shoot your boyfriend.

highlight: ¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨

warning: implied smut

notes: Guys, I really want to thank each and every one of you for the love and support <3 Also, picture this as a crossover between laser tag and paintball!

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Ok, assholes, listen up!¨ your freckled captain uttered loudly due to the music blasting outside of your headquarter. ¨They have Haruta and Speed Jiru, those sneaky bastards, so we´re gonna have to be careful here, ok? They also have an extra person compared to us! So focus the fuck up!¨

The Whitebeard Pirates made a strategic stop at the Sabaody Archipelago for provisions, which meant that it was time for the Division Commanders and Whitebeard´s left-hand and only daughter, you, to engage in your periodic Bubble Laser Tag battle.

The teams were sorted out, and one would always have an extra member. The team captains were for the first time, Ace and Marco. And despite loving the First Division Commander, you were obliged to take a vow to serve and honor your team and your captain as long as the game ran.

¨Y/N you´re the faster one here and the smallest, so I´m counting on you.¨ you saluted him ¨Izo, you´re the best sniper we have, so place your freckled butt in a strategic place and shoot the fuck out of those motherf-¨

¨OI, OI, OI, OI!¨ all of you shouted at Ace.

¨Calm down, cowboy! Don´t you think you´re taking this far too seriously?¨

¨No! Do you know when was the last time I was captain?! And do you know how many losses in a row I have?! This is my pride, Y/N! You´re with me or against me?!¨

You couldn´t face him without laughing, he was just so stupid sometimes. But you made sure to let him know that you were on his side - not that you had a choice, though.

The teams were called The Bird Brains and The Freckled Butts. Yes, the captains chose each other´s team's name, and naturally, nothing good could come out of it. The worst part was having to run around with a tag that said ¨Freckled Butt¨ on your gear.

In Ace´s team, you had, well, you, Thatch, Izo, Fossa, Namur, Blamenco, and Kingdew, and in Marco´s team were Vista, Haruta, Speed Jiru, Atmos, Curiel, Jozu, Blenheim, and Rakuyo.

¨They will definitely use Jozu and Atmos as sacrificial lambs to get to us.¨ Thatch pointed out.

¨Ok, so we´re leaving them to you, Izo.¨ Ace spoke.

¨I´m guessing Haruta and Jiru will be doing the same as Izo, hiding somewhere and making surprise attacks.¨

The rules were pretty simple:

1) No Devil Fruit ability could be used. Not after Ace almost burned the entire place to the ground once.

2) You didn´t have to stay on the ground. You could use whatever you had at your disposal to climb the walls or even the ceiling.

3) If the captain is out, the team is out.

¨Ok. So, Thatch, you´ll cover for me; Namur will cover for Blamenco, and Kingdew will cover for Fossa. Izo and Y/N will go solo.¨ you furrowed your eyebrows.

¨Wait, I´m not covering Izo?¨

¨No, Y/N. You are our special pawn.¨ he said in a devilish and malicious tone. ¨I said I want a glorious victory this time. Your job will be to end this game as soon as possible.¨

¨Still not following, Fire-Fist.¨

¨We´ll make sure no one gets to you while you go find your birdie and end him!¨ he burst in a maniac laugh.

¨You really think Marco is that stupid?!¨

¨No, but he´s a man, Y/N.¨ you gasped, outraged.

You faced your crewmates, all of them smirking at you.

¨What are you now, a pimp?! Izo, say something, defend my honor!¨

¨I would Y/N, but not only he´s my captain today... he´s kinda right.¨

¨Besides, we´re all very familiar with you guys getting business done.¨ Thatch rested his arm on your shoulders. At this point, internal bleeding caused by severe embarrassment was killing you not so softly.

¨You know what? I think I´ll kill you all first!¨ you threatened the commanders.

The entire arena turned red, and a loud 10 seconds countdown began. You put your goggles down and tightened your grip on the gun, comrades doing the same.

¨We´re counting on you, Y/N. Put your freckled butt to work!¨ Ace said and stormed out before you could beat him.

Still analyzing his request and your options available, you decided to stay hidden in the shadows. Head down, and powder dry - or paint wet.

The music was so intense you could feel your lungs vibrating with every beat, sometimes knocking the oxygen out. The whole place was dark with colorful light beams flashing in every direction.

After 5 minutes of resting in the shadows, you opted for what you thought would be the best thing to do, plus you had the benefit of being smaller than those brutes, so you fit in places they didn´t.

And you just had found yourself the perfect spot right behind the stage lights at the top of the arena. Getting up there was a little tricky, the light rays almost blinded you - plus the risk of you being caught - and you were not sure you could hide there. Technically it was not against the rules.

¨If I were a hot birdie piña colada, where would I be?¨ you tried to channel into your lover´s brain.

That was actually a good hideout, you spot many of the commanders running around the field. You loved how they took it seriously as if their lives depended on it.

A loud buzz played every time someone was eliminated, although they didn´t say from which team unless it was the captain. You´ve heard zero buzzes so far, showing how inspired and determined they were.

You finally decided to follow your captain´s order when 10 minutes passed, and no one had gotten eliminated. Your stomach craved for food and you were really bored.

You´d always choose the biggest arena since guys like Kingdew and Jozu wouldn´t fit in the normal one. So this one was larger, taller, and had more obstacles. Bubbles in all shapes and sizes, picturesque barricades, and tricky mirrors. Finding Marco was going to be tough... if you didn´t have a card in your sleeve.

Again, it was not against the rules, and you wanted to eat something. Besides, this victory was more meaningful to Ace than to Marco. So you took your lover´s vivre card from your pocket and placed it on your palm, waiting for it to guide you.

¨Bingo!¨ you spot a fluffy pineapple crown not so far from you. The problem was to reach him before he moved again.

Your plan was not to shoot him from the distance, you knew better than that. You were going to approach, engage naturally and eliminate the target. Based on the field, the track he took so far, and his usual train of thought, you had a good guess of what he was planning to do.

The path he was taking led you to believe that he was advancing towards a barricade, a good place to hide, but that would offer him no visibility of his opponents. Was he planning to lay low while the rest of you killed each other? That didn´t sound like him.

The job that had been entrusted to you within the Whitebeard Pirates was to analyze each mission´s goal, come up with several different plans of approach - or attack - and predict the possible failures or setbacks. And you did all of that alongside Whitebeard himself, and all sixteen commanders. So, to guess the strategy Marco was going for would be easier than steal a child's candy.

Well, actually, you were able to guess his final destination, not his strategy.

Without losing any more time, you ran and hid behind the barricade, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.

¨Whatever.¨ you thought.

¨Don´t shoot!¨ you squealed and threw both hands in the air.

¨Really, Y/N? This is how you play?¨ Marco asked, putting his gun down.

¨When I am hungry, yes!¨ you bent slightly, faking an exhausted state.

¨What are you doing here, yoi?¨

¨Looking for Izo, I was supposed to cover for him.¨ you struggled with the weird sensation of lying to Marco.

He hummed and leaned against the wall, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. The lightning was awful, but it was enough for you to see his messy hair and those lazy eyes that made you almost forget the mission.

¨Why are you staring, yoi?¨ he gave you a smirk and a quick nod.

¨Nothing. Uhm...¨ you bit your lip as the butterflies started to go insane inside of you ¨...it´s so rare to see you carrying a gun...¨

The first commander watched you with a raised eyebrow and a playful grin ¨Yeah, so?¨

The two of you entered a parallel universe, the lights changed according to the muffled beat of the music. And it was hot. Flaming hot, burning hot.

Your breath was slow but heavy, and your mouth ran dry with adrenaline on your veins. Not because of a stupid plan or stupid game but because he made you lose whatever control you had over your body and mind.

You let go of the gun and raised your hand until your fingers touched the skin of his face, tracing a slow path to his parted lips. He watched you like you were a rare creature, an angel forgiving his sins or a siren taking his life. His large hand held yours, and he placed kisses on your fingers, the same fingers that would pull the trigger by the end of this. You wondered if he already knew.

Marco hooked his finger on the belt holders of your jeans and turned you, making you hit the wall, and oxygen left your lungs in a puff. Didn´t take long until he attacked your neck, tasting your salty skin. Your fingers pulled his hair as your body arched involuntarily, cold shivers reaching every part of you.

His eyes were soaked in lust when he stopped marking your neck and stared at you like a hungry predator. Your teary eyes traveled to his chest looking for his tattoo, but it was covered by the stupid gear.

¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨ you spoke.

He leaned to your ears and said in a whisper ¨Then uncover it.¨

He was teasing you, he knew what you were supposed to do and was torturing you.

¨I-I can´t...¨ your voice came out weak ¨I... I have to-¨

¨What, yoi?¨ his grin was malicious.

¨I have to shoot you.¨

Marco leaned again, getting really close to your lips but never touching them. Instead, he took your paint gun and put it in your hand. You laughed, asking yourself if you truly believed you would be able to fool him. He gave a quick kiss before stepping back so you could end your mission.

¨You really don´t mind letting Ace win?¨

¨Ace can have the victory.¨ he shrugged ¨I have something better, yoi¨

You blushed with his comment, and fireworks exploded in your chest.

¨I love you, bird brain.¨

¨I love you... freckled butt.¨ he laughed, probably embarrassed for the name he chose.

¨This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.¨ you raised the gun to his gear.

¨I hope so, yoi.¨

¨Ready?¨

¨You know I´ll make you pay for this later, right, yoi?¨

¨I´d be disappointed if you weren´t planning to.¨

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matbarzyy · 4 years

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I’m Yours [A.B.]

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @itrocksmysocks for attacking me with the filthiest messages I have ever read in my life. I said Tito gave off dom vibes and she replied “meh, more of a switch” which drove us further into the conversation where we decided he was definitely an ass man. This came out of it as an example of Tito being a dom, an ass man, and probably a god too, hope you enjoy.

Word count: 2839

Warning: smut, this is literally just filth

Tito leaned back against the headboard and licked his lips as you slowly crawled closer to his naked body. His legs were extended in front of him, parted just enough for you to kneel between them. You waited patiently as he took you in, admiring every inch of your almost naked body. The red marks littered your neck from his earlier ministrations brought sinful thoughts back to his mind, trailing down over your collarbones and to your naked chest. He thought it was the most beautiful sight, but a few bruises his grip left on you a few nights ago drove him to start placing gentle kisses on your body.

His fingers brushed the hem of the flimsy lace panties he had gifted you earlier today when he came home after practice because he had stopped to shop for a few things. Tito liked revealing lingerie because the thinner it was, the easier it was for him to rip, and he made sure he spoiled you with sets regularly as he destroyed them. You teased him for it, but you were always wearing them when you went on dates together because you both loved the way they looked once he undressed you.

“Beautiful,” He murmured as he loosely wrapped his arms around your thighs, hugging you without making you lose your balance.

His hands ran up and down the back of your thighs, sending small shivers through you while he let his lips brush over your stomach. Your hands found his shoulders to steady yourself as he took the time to kiss all over your sides, dipping down to your hips and letting his beard brush over your skin. Your heart jumped in your chest when he left the most gently kiss over your belly button. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

Tito’s touch always did something special to you, even when he was as soft as he was now, it was enough to turn you into a dripping mess. You glanced down at him as he worshipped your body, a hand caressing over his hair while the other felt the strong muscles of his shoulder. The first time you had seen him like this you had barely believed he was real, and even now that you were comfortable together the sight of his body amazed you.

You hummed quietly when he moved up and caught your nipple between his lips, his tongue poking out to lick the hardened bud. Tito’s hands were still slow on you, but the prospect of what this would lead to made the caresses turn to firmer touches and little grabs. He had been hard since he made out with you against the front door the second you both stepped in after your date, and he was growing antsy.

You could tell the second his hands moved up to your ass. Something shifted then. Tito’s touches went from soft to passionate as he gripped both cheeks and grunted against your skin. His kisses grew firmer, and wetness dripped down your thighs. Your panties didn’t do much to cover you and they had been soaked through before Tito even began kissing you.

You gasped softly when he guided you to turn, his lips and tongue teasing your side. You faced the other way without complaint, Tito had always been obsessed with your ass and you enjoyed the attention. He grabbed one cheek desperately and kissed the other like his life depended on it, hungry for more.

He couldn’t help himself; he bared his teeth and bit into your skin. The bite was meant to be playful, but you both knew it was more than that. Your body jolted from the pain, getting you to moan loudly while Tito groaned, the action triggering something in both of you. His tongue soothed your skin seconds later, but the shape of his teeth was still visible on the reddening skin, a deeply satisfying sight that drove him to keep nibbling on your ass.

One of his hands reached forward to nudge you down, the other one too busy with teasing the soft flesh of the cheek he wasn’t paying attention to with his mouth. He guided you to lay on your stomach while he shifted to be the one between your parted legs, his lips almost never leaving your ass.

Your panties only lasted another second before he got them off your body and threw them somewhere off the bed, his hands grabbing your cheeks before they even had a chance to hit the floor. Your ass was on full display, there for him to nibble, kiss, grab, and bite as much as he wanted.

You were wet beyond what was reasonable and Tito was just having a feast, humming and letting his lips drag over your skin. The teasing was driving you mad with little whimpers that only encouraged him to keep going, but he did give into you a little. His hands parted your cheeks, massaging them while he dove right in.

His tongue slid right up your ass, teasing you with licks and sucks. You moaned into the covers of the bed, shuddering from the attention he was giving you, but his hand came down with a small warning smack whenever you moved too much. He was enjoying this, and he was so far from done.

He teased you for so long you were getting close to the edge without him even touching your pussy. Tito could have been satisfied with staying down there for hours just to hear the desperate noises falling from your lips. He was taking his sweet, sweet time, edging you while you tried to find something to make you come undone.

You lifted yourself on your forearms, letting your hard nipples brush against the covers on the bed, but it only made your pussy clench without relief, which in turn forced you to fall back on your stomach. Tito chuckled against you a few times, proud of his effect but not enough to let himself get distracted. You only tried to roll your hips a couple of times, earning satisfaction from your clit lightly rubbing against the bed, but that only lasted seconds. Tito grunted in annoyance and kept you still by tightening his grip on you so much it was painful.

By the time he payed attention to your pussy you were ready to explode. You had to muffle a scream when his tongue slid down to your clit. Your hips lifted to meet his mouth and Tito let it slide because it gave him a better angle to eat you out. He slurped and licked with no shame for the wet noises his mouth and your pussy were making together, and your orgasm hit you faster than you could have imagined it would.

There was no keeping you still then, your hips and ass trembling while Tito moaned and licked up the wetness dripping out of you. Your whimpers and pants were music to his ears as you came on his face. He slowed down soon after, filled by a sense of pride for making you come less than a minute after his mouth found your pussy.

His attention went back to your ass, softer this time as he went back to kisses until your body was relaxed into the mattress and you had stopped rolling your hips every few seconds. His cock was painfully hard and as much as he enjoyed playing with your ass, he needed to be in you. He pushed himself up and admired the sight of you underneath him, waiting for him to give you more and willing to take it all.

Tito didn’t give you more time to come down, he gripped your hips and pulled just enough to get you to angle your ass up while he shuffled closer. The head of his cock teased your entrance as he groaned, pressing forward and giving you some short thrusts that barely let you feel more than his tip.

You were already sensitive, but the teasing was only making it worse. Tito could tell from the way you pushed your weight on one arm and reached back with the other in a silent demand for more contact. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze before letting it go, going back to covering both of your ass cheeks with his palms instead. He couldn’t get enough of the softness of you skin and the way he could grip it.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” He groaned with a long stroke, his hips meeting your ass while you choked on your breath. You were so full of him it made tears of bliss pool in your eyes. “You’re so fucking pretty,” He gave you a strong thrust and smacked your ass just enough to watch the flesh bounce. “You wanna be a good girl?” He leaned forward a little, buried deep within you as he moved slowly, letting you feel all of him.

“Yes,” You whimpered, a cheek resting on the bed while you gripped the bedsheets to ground yourself.

“What’s your safeword?” He asked you, putting safety above everything else.

“Pineapples,” The response came without hesitation, and he hummed his approval.

“Say you’re mine.” His voice rougher with the order, and he pulled out to leave just his tip inside of you.

“I’m yours,” You panted, receiving a strong thrust in response. “I’m yours, Tito,” You sobbed, giving him just what he wanted.

“Again,” His blunt nails dug into the skin of your hip until you moaned out the words. “Say it.” He groaned, forcing you to repeat it once more.

“I’m yours, all yours,” The words fell from your lips over and over again while he picked up a punishing rhythm. Your pussy clenched around him with every thrust and he kept his eyes trained on the way your ass bounced every time he pushed forward hard enough.

You tried to catch your breath, completely overwhelmed, but Tito wasn’t having it. His hand fell on your ass hard. It was a spank rather than one of the warning smacks he had been giving you since the start of the night, a punishment for you turning silent. He wouldn’t let you stop; you were his and he wanted to hear you repeat it until you were both falling apart.

The whimpered words got to him fast, and he groaned as he pinned your lower back to the mattress to stop your body from moving forward when he thrust into you. He could feel your wetness dripping on his cock and falling onto the bed, and knowing he did that to you only made him want to fuck you harder.

The feeling was heavenly, but it made focusing close to impossible for you. Breathing was harder than it should be, the breaths leaving your lungs faster than they should because you couldn’t help the moans and gasps you let out. Tito refused to even let you take a short break, his hand immediately lifting and falling down on your ass.

“Say it!” He growled, the moment absolutely perfect when you cried out.

“I’m yours,” You shut yours eyes tightly, bunching the fabric of the bedsheets in your hands because you had nothing else to hold onto. Tears steadily streamed down your cheeks, pleasure and pain mixed together until you couldn’t recognize which was which.

You moaned the words repeatedly for as long as you could, but your whole ass still turned red from the spanks he alternated on both cheeks every time you stopped talking. It got harder and harder for you as your high approached, Tito’s orders resonating through the room along with your cries.

“Again.” The sound of the spank was followed by a sharp sting and you yelped, following with the words he wanted to hear, repeated like a mantra.

Heat was building up in your lower stomach, threatening to release soon. Tito’s weight was pressing onto your lower back where his hand was resting, and he quickly brought the other one to the back of your neck. You were pinned into the mattress, tears welling in your eyes while your pussy squeezed his cock.

You came with a litany of slurred words and whimpers, choked breaths escaping your lungs.

“That’s my girl,” Tito lost himself in you. “So fucking tight,” He had to close his eyes through a grunt, seconds away from exploding.

“Yours,” You whispered, cheeks wet with tears while your eyes rolled back from how sensitive you were becoming.

Tito’s moans filled the room as he followed and came inside of you, pulling out a second later and thrusting into his hand to let the rest of his cum cover your ass. Groans and pants fell from his mouth as he dragged it out, getting every last drop to fall onto your skin and admiring how pretty the contrast was on your red skin. No sight was more satisfying than his cum covering your ass and dripping out of your pussy, your body slumped into the mattress because you were too spent to even move.

“Such a good girl,” He breathed out, the tip of his fingers tracing down your spine soothingly.

You whimpered and shifted your hips, trying to shy away from his touch. You couldn’t take more than this, and Tito knew it.

“Shh, I got you baby,” He shuffled to your side and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. He wiped the tears off your face carefully, crouched by the bed before he decided to clean you up. He pulled boxers up his legs as he went to the bathroom to find something to clean you with.

“Tito,” You mumbled when he came back, lifting a hand to reach for him.

“Yes love?” He crouched by your side, caressing your cheek with a soft smile.

“I want cuddles,” Your words were a little slurred and your eyes were glossy, but what made Tito melt was the pout on your lips.

“I’m gonna give you cuddles in a second,” He promised, holding your hand as he brought the rag to your skin and slowly wiped his cum off your ass.

You squeezed his hand, biting into your lower lip because of how irritated your skin was. Tito whispered some soothing words but kept going, making sure you were clean before he moved on to your inner thighs.

Tito gave you time to recover as he sat next to you, playing with your hair while you gathered yourself on your side and stretched a little.

“Come on,” He tugged on your hand to guide you up, but you shook your head.

“I can’t sit,” You whispered, looking up at him.

Guilt flooded through him for hurting you, and he had to remind himself several times that you had wanted it and enjoyed it. As much as he liked to play with you, watching you sore afterwards always made him feel bad.

You slid off the bed still on your stomach and pushed on your arms to get up, a little wobbly despite Tito’s hand steadying you. He opened his mouth to ask if you wanted him to help you in the bathroom, but you had let go and walked over there before he had a chance to speak.

Tito smiled to himself as he got comfortable on the bed, a bottle of body lotion sitting on the bedside table because he wasn’t done taking care of you just yet. He let his head rest on his pillow, on his back because he knew there’d be no spooning tonight, you’d want to stay on your stomach.

You crawled over him the second you saw him, your cheek resting on his chest while you threw an arm around his torso.

“You okay baby?” He brushed your hair back, earning a hum from you before you kissed over his heart. “Just gonna put lotion on your skin, okay?” He told you as he reached for the bottle and poured some into his palm.

He waited until you whispered your answer before bringing it to your abused skin, careful not to apply pressure. Tito rubbed as gently as it could, listening to your breathing carefully to check it didn’t hurt too much, but you stayed calm against him. Your fingers danced on his skin, tracing small circles while you waited for him to be done.

Your feet were getting cold with your whole body bare like that, but it didn’t take much longer for you to feel the covers being brought up to your neck. You smiled and adjusted yourself, comforted by the weight of Tito’s hand resting on your lower back.

“Je t’aime,” He told you as he closed his eyes, slowly letting himself drift off to sleep.

“I love you more,” You whispered so low he barely heard it, but the little tap he gave your back told you he’d argue with you about it in the morning.

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#anthony beauvillier smut #anthony beauvillier fic #anthony beauvillier imagine #tito beauvillier imagine #tito beauvillier fic #anthony beauvillier #writing #smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic

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eggxeggxegg · 2 years

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What really happened during Slughorn’s memory (it’s actually pretty lame and unimportant)

***

Half a dozen boys were sitting around Slughorn, all on harder or lower seats than his, and all in their midteens. Tom was lounged back in his chair, aloof and defensively composed.

“Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?” he asked.

“Tom, Tom, if I knew I couldn’t tell you,” said Slughorn, wagging his finger and winking in a playfully belittling manner. “I must say, I’d like to know where you get your information, boy, more knowledgeable than half the staff, you are.”

Tom forced a smile as the other boys laughed at him, casting him mocking looks.

“What with your uncanny ability to know things you shouldn’t, and the careful flattery of the people who matter — thank you for the pineapple, by the way, you’re quite right, it is my favorite —“

Several of the boys snickered again.

“— I confidently expect you to rise to Minister of Magic within twenty years. Fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapple, I have excellent contacts at the Ministry.”

Tom Riddle merely smiled as the others laughed again. It seemed he was the butt of a running joke among the others.

“I don’t know that politics would suit me, sir,” he said when the laughter had died away. “I don’t have the right kind of background, for one thing.”

A couple of the boys around him smirked at each other. It seemed Slughorn had forgotten that Tom was a penniless orphan who was raised in a muggle orphanage.

“Nonsense,” said Slughorn briskly, “couldn’t be plainer you come from decent Wizarding stock, abilities like yours. No, you’ll go far, Tom, I’ve never been wrong about a student yet.”

The small golden clock standing upon Slughorn’s desk chimed eleven o’clock behind him and he looked around.

“Good gracious, is it that time already? You’d better get going, boys, or we’ll all be in trouble. Lestrange, I want your essay by tomorrow or it’s detention. Same goes for you, Avery.”

Slughorn pulled himself out of his armchair and carried his empty glass over to his desk as the boys filed out. Tom, however, stayed behind.

“Look sharp, Tom, you don’t want to be caught out of bed out of hours, and you a prefect . . .”

“Sir, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Ask away, then, m’boy, ask away. . . .”

“Sir, I was wondering what you know about . . .” Tom debated whether this was even worth his time. “. . . about Horcruxes?”

“Project for the Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it?” asked Slughorn, politely uninterested, fiddling with his wine glass.

“Not exactly, sir,” said Tom. “I came across the term while reading and I didn’t fully understand it.”

“No, well, you’d be hard-pushed to find a book at Hogwarts that’ll give you details on Horcruxes, Tom,” chuckled Slughorn. “That’s very Dark stuff, very Dark indeed.”

“But obviously you know all about them, sir?” Tom pushed on, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. “A wizard like you — sorry, I mean, if you can’t tell me obviously — I just knew if anyone could tell me, you could — so I just thought I’d ask —“

“Well,” said Slughorn, now fiddling with the ribbon on top of his box of crystallized pineapple, “well, it can’t hurt to give you an overview, of course. Just so that you understand the term. A Horcrux is the word used for an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.”

“I don’t quite understand how that works, though, sir,” said Riddle. His voice was controlled, but his impatience was starting to leak through.

“Well, you split your soul, you see,” said Slughorn in the sort of manner that was overconfident, oversimplified, condescending, and probably inaccurate, “and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form . . .”

Slughorn shared a knowingly condemnatory look with Tom.

“. . . few would want it, Tom, very few. Death would be preferable.”

Tom was pretending to look incredibly interested.

“How do you split your soul?”

“Well,” explained Slughorn. “You must understand that the soul is supposed to remain intact and whole. Splitting it is an act of violation, it is against nature.”

“But how do you do it?”

“By an act of evil — the supreme act of evil. By committing murder. Killing rips the soul apart. The wizard intent upon creating a Horcrux would use the advantage: He would encase the torn portion —“

“Encase? But how —?”

“There is a spell, do not ask me, I don’t know! Do I look as though I have tried it — do I look like a killer?”

“No, sir, or course not,” said Riddle quickly. “I’m sorry . . . I didn’t mean to offend. . .”

“Not at all, not at all, not offended,” said Slughorn lightheartedly. “It’s natural to feel some curiosity about these things. . . . Wizards of a certain high caliber have always been drawn to that aspect of magic. . .”

“Yes, sir,” said Riddle. “What I don’t understand, though — just out of curiosity — I mean, would one Horcrux be much use? Can you only split your soul once? Wouldn’t it be better, make you stronger, to have your soul in more pieces, I mean, for instance isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn’t seven —?”

“Merlin’s beard, Tom!” exclaimed Slughorn, though there was no real weight to it. “Seven! Isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? And in any case . . . Bad enough to divide the soul . . . but to rip it into seven pieces . . .”

Slughorn was shaking his head with patronizing amusement, shutting the conversation down.

“Of course,” Slughorn ensured Tom, “this is all hypothetical, what we’re discussing isn’t it? All academic . . .”

“Yes, sir, of course,” said Riddle quickly.

“But all the same, Tom . . .” Slughorn continued to lecture. “Keep it quiet, what I’ve told — that’s to say what we’ve discussed. People wouldn’t like to think we’ve been chatting about Horcruxes. It’s a banned subject at Hogwarts, you know . . . Dumbledore’s particularly fierce about it . . .”

“I won’t say a word, sir,” said Riddle, and he left, an expression of exasperation on his face.

#exact same dialogue just with changed context and tone #because Slughorn is delusional and Dumbledore gaslit him #Slughorn’s memory totally twisted it. memories are unreliable as fuck #fuck canon: the narrator was unreliable #kill the author (it’s like death of the author but with more spite)

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kareofbears · 3 years

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margin of error

Sophia knows a lot, but that does not mean she understands much of anything at all.

Or, Sophia struggles to grasp why Akira and Ryuji don't follow her predictive algorithm.

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Sophia knows a lot.

She can tell you almost anything in the known world in an instant. Calculate the radius of the sun. Who won Best Picture three years ago. The outfit to wear when you need to 'dress to impress.' Just yesterday, she was able to find them a bath, a takoyaki restaurant, and an overnight camping site within 0.3 milliseconds. That’s not very many seconds.

Sophia knows a lot, but that does not mean she understands much of anything at all.

She’s quiet while she’s propped on the phone stand, watching the rest of them lounge in the RV. There’s a shape to the interior that wasn’t there before—where it had been pristine when they had first gotten it, now it’s littered with crumbs and instant-food packaging despite Makoto’s half-hearted attempts at scolding them for it. Empty surfaces are filled with knick-knacks, stuffies and a plastic ramen bowl rattling gently along with the RV.

There’s a rare lull amongst them, a moment of quiet. Most of them were napping away the road, gently snoring and bodies jostling whenever a pothole hits, oblivious to the scenery that passes by. Only the soft tunes of pop music from the front and the hum of the engine broke the quiet.

Other than Makoto, there were only two people awake: Akira, scribbling in his journal, and Ryuji, watching him do it. They sat across from each other in the booth, with Ryuji’s chin propped against his hand.

Probability and pinpoint accuracy is what she excels at, and being able to apply them to her friends excites her. Not to mention, she hasn’t been wrong yet.

Idly, she runs the numbers—according to the data she’s collected from spending time with them, the silence will be broken by Ryuji within approximately two minutes. Pulling up a time from within Akira’s phone, she waits eagerly.

A minute passes, and then another. And another. Akira is still scribbling in his neat penmanship and Ryuji is still watching him doing it, unspeaking.

Frowning, she double-checks her calculations. No errors that she can see. It seems that he simply does not want to speak. This is surprising, and very unlike him. He is not usually this quiet. In the Metaverse, he is by far the loudest of them; calling on his Persona’s name can often leave her own ears ringing.

The real world does not stray from that data. His voice is clear in crowded areas, helpful in guiding their big group throughout bustling cities. He is often shushed by the girls when they are trying to sleep at night—Futaba even goes as far as to kick the ceiling from her bunk bed.

The data is strong and sure. There should not be a reason that she should be wrong in this assumption unless there’s a confounding variable that she had missed.

Akira looks up and catches his eye. “Am I boring you?” he asks quietly.

Ryuji shakes his head, grinning. “Couldn’t be happier,” he whispers back.

Sophia’s about to ask when Makoto cuts her off.

“Wake up everyone. We’re here.”

—

“Okay,” Akira calls. His voice isn’t raised, despite the crowded street of downtown Sendai, but they all straighten up. “We’re probably not going to spend too much time here, especially once we take over the Jail. Grab what you need now—snacks for the trip. Shopping. Souvenirs. Frozen pineapple. Any questions?” Yusuke raises his hand. “Yes, I’ll pay for you.” The hand falls back down, relieved.

“Cool. How about we meet back here…” he squints at the large clock hanging on the wall, hand blocking out the blaring sun. “In an hour?”

A chorus of agreements rolls through them as they rush out, excited to explore a new city. “Good speech,” Sophia pipes up from his hand. “Do you do them often?”

“I try not to,” he yawns. His thick black hair is even more unruly than usual, glasses barely hiding the light blue that’s beginning to form underneath his eyes. “Most of the time, they can handle themselves fine. All they need is a schedule and some rules to work with.”

When she doesn’t answer, Akira brings his phone up. “What? Did I say something?”

“It’s because she’s worried about you, you moron,” a disgruntled voice says.

Akira’s gaze flickers towards it. “You’re still here?”

“Of course I am,” Ryuji says. “You really think I’d leave without saying goodbye? Glad I didn’t either, cause you look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“Still pretty, though. No worries about that part.” He shoves his hand deep in his pocket, stray yen clinking against each other as he rummages. After a moment, he throws something at Akira. “Catch.”

He plucks it out from the air with ease. “Car keys?” he asks, surprised.

“Grabbed them from Makoto before she ran off for stationery shopping.” Ryuji reaches forward, gently turning Akira’s head this way and that, frowning. “I told you to quit staying up so late. You’re exhausted.”

“I am not.”

“He is,” Sophia refutes. “Last night, he had approximately four hours of sleep, with only four minutes of that being REM sleep.”

“I told you. She’s even bringing up computer stuff now.”

“I think you are thinking about RAM, Ryuji.”

“Whatever,” he shakes his head. “Look, just head to the RV, get some shut-eye. You can finally sleep in a proper bed that isn’t an overheating tent with three sweaty dudes and a cat. Oh, and trade phones with me.”

He hands it over without hesitation, sliding Ryuji’s phone into his own pocket. “Why?”

“You have the grocery list in here, yeah? Not to mention, I don’t want Sophia getting bored while you nap it up.” He looks down at her. “Hi, by the way.”

“Hi!”

Akira still doesn’t seem convinced. “But I promised Yusuke—”

“Who’s with Ann now, shopping like they’d die if they didn’t get the perfect skirt to fit her next shoot,” he says, uncompromising. “Chill. It’s fine. We’ll survive an hour without Joker keeping an eye on us.”

They stare each other down for a long moment with Sophia watching. She does not need to run the numbers on this one; Akira will not allow himself to go back to the RV.

To her surprise, he relents. “Twenty minutes.”

Ryuji scoffs. “We’ll see about that. You suck at waking up.”

“Shut up.” And then, quieter, “Thank you.”

“You know I got your back.”

He yawns once more, slowly walking back to their car. “Sophia, please make sure that when he gets the Pocky to get the strawberry one. Futaba won’t eat anything else. And also that Haru wanted doilies to make the place look nicer. White, if you can find them.”

“Roger that,” she replies, distracted. How is she wrong again? This is troubling.

“My hoodie’s in my bag if you get cold!” Ryuji calls out. Akira throws him a thumbs up without looking back. “Jeez, that guy. He’s gonna run himself to the ground before he’s thirty, I swear. Like some geezer with a bad back but with really good hairline or something.”

An old man with a thick head of hair shoots him a glare as he passes by them. Ryuji laughs, high-pitched. “Yikes, that was awkward. Let’s get out of here, we need to hit up the grocery store before they run out of carrots.”

Sophia doesn’t answer, too deep in her thoughts and running endless calculations.

—

It’s impossible for her to get a headache, but her code is trying its best to give her one.

Two mistakes now. That isn’t allowed to happen. She’s lucky that they were both relatively small errors, but it can easily become a bigger problem. What can she do?

Luckily, that had a very simple answer.

“Ryuji?”

“Hmm?” He peels his eyes away from scrutinizing the oranges in his hands, the wires from his earphones swaying when he does. After one too many strange looks when he talks to nothing, it was just better to act like he was on a phone call. “Yeah?”

“I have a question.”

“What am I, a teacher?” he snorts. “If you got a question, go ahead. Friends can do that.”

That’s right. They’re friends, and friends have trust in one another. Sophia jotted that down as lesson number forty-eight, thirteen days ago.

“Okay,” she says. Questions float around her, and she picks the one that’s giving her the most stress. “If I was not as useful as you think I am, would we still remain friends?”

The orange tumbles out of his grip, and he rushes to catch it before it hits the ground. “Wha—!” he stutters out. “Duh! Obviously! What the—where the hell did that come from? Did we do something to think that we’d just ditch you like that?” he lifts the phone so that she was eye-level with him. “Be honest,” he says seriously, quickly. “Did I say something to hurt your feelings? I do that sometimes, and I’m working on it, and I know that’s no excuse—”

“You did not say anything to hurt my feelings,” she says before he spirals even further. “In fact, I do not have feelings for you to hurt.”

Relief blooms on his expression, and he sags his body against the fruit display. “Okay, good. Good. Thought I was gonna get a heart attack. I’d be pissed at myself if I did, and I just know Akira would give me so much shit.” He sighs, ridding himself of panic before giving him her full attention. “So what’s up?

“Sir…” an employee shuffles towards them, hands shaking knees knocking against each other. He is afraid, she notes, but of what? “I’m sorry, but it’s against store policy to lean on the product. Please try to understand.”

“Oh, shoot!” Ryuji exclaims, straightening up. “Sorry, man. I didn’t even realize. I think I squished an orange, but I’ll buy it so your boss doesn’t give you hell for that one.”

The employee blinks. “You would?” he says, shocked. “That would be great, actually. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t sweat it,” he waves it off. Tugging the shopping cart, he places Sophia where they’d normally put babies. “Hope he doesn’t get in trouble. I feel kinda bad.”

She thinks for a moment. “Ryuji, why was that man afraid?”

Swiftly, red rushes to his cheeks. “That obvious? Aw, man.”

“I don’t know if it was obvious, but all the signs were there,” she says, watching as he ducks his head, embarrassed. “What is happening? I do not understand.”

“It’s just—” his eyes shift sideways, meeting the eye of a young girl. Immediately, she directs her gaze downwards. “I look really scary to people.”

“You do?” It isn’t in her program to doubt, but she is rather skeptical. During the entire trip, he has been nothing but kind to her. Yes, there are times when he has arguments with others in the group, but more often than not it’s him that’s being teased rather than the other way around. “Why? You aren’t even that tall.”

“Ouch?”

“I’m just saying that you are not scary to me, so I don’t really understand why other people would be.”

He sighs, picking up a box of miso unseeingly. “It’s a combination of a lot of things. My hair’s bleached, and people usually see that as like, punk or whatever. My posture sucks and my voice is loud.” Shrugging, he throws it in the cart. “It doesn’t really bug me though. At least that means strangers usually don’t bother the group, cause they think I’ll kick their ass.”

“And would you?” Sophia crosses off miso. Only bandages are left on the list, but the cart is filled with snacks, sodas, and a small cactus. “‘Kick their ass?’”

“No way. If I did, my mom would kick my ass, and I can’t pull that shit twice in a lifetime.” Pushing the cart, they slowly meander through the aisles, occasionally looking at what’s on sale. Ryuji tosses in rainbow marshmallows, and after a moment, reluctantly puts it back.

“But you know,” he says eventually. “If someone was bothering the group, it’s not as if I’d just let it happen.”

She considers his answer. “You are tough,” she concludes. “But not scary.”

“Uh, yes,” he says, unsure. And then, with more conviction, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Got it. ‘Ryuji is tough, but other people are terrified of him.’ I will make a note of that.” He looks like he wants to say something, but she keeps going. “Synonyms for ‘tough’: robust, stalwart, and strong. Would you say that’s accurate?”

He laughs, disbelieving. “No idea what the first two meant, but the third one isn’t right.”

“Why not? You can fight Shadows. Your muscle ratio is high. One time, when Futaba couldn’t unscrew her water bottle, you did it with no problem.”

“Because, Sophia,” Ryuji picks up gummy worms, and turns to her with pleading eyes. When she shakes her head, he puts it back on the shelf with a grimace. “Strength isn’t always about muscles and who can kill what. It’s more than that.”

It seems as though he doesn’t want to speak about this anymore, but the topic is too interesting to stop here. “Explain, please.”

“It’s...it’s like mental strength,” he says begrudgingly. “Like if someone failed an exam they studied real hard for, mental strength would help them get through a tough situation like that. Like Akira.”

“Akira has high mental strength?”

“Oh, the highest out of all of us without a doubt. The world could explode and he’d be all—” Ryuji lowers his voice by an octave. “‘Here’s what we can do,’ and then fix it somehow. That’s just the kind of guy he is. All plans and no fear.”

All plans and no fear is a good way of describing Joker. “And you aren’t like that?”

“No way. Have you ever seen me have a plan in my life? I’m more of an ‘act before I can talk myself out of it’ person. Usually works out fine in the end. Besides, he does it enough for the both of us.” His eyes light up. “Do you think if I get the panda bandages, it would work better in the Metaverse? Cause of the brain stuff?”

“I think so, as long as it makes people think it works better.”

“Great.” Ryuji tosses it in with the rest. “And I think we got everything! Let’s head out. If we’re lucky, we can grab some ice cream before we meet up with the rest of them.”

“Good job! But you may want to consider removing the orange soda. Makoto is already unhappy with how much junk food you are always eating.”

“Fine. I’m keeping the cactus though.”

It was only when they’re all sleeping back in the RV when she realizes that she never got to ask him her actual question. Actually, she ended up with even more questions than when she began.

Maybe she’ll have better luck asking Akira instead.

—

They, or rather Akira, have their knees buried in a patch of grass in the middle of Sapporo with a small pile of four-leaf clovers by his ankles when she decides it would be appropriate to ask him.

“Akira, can I ask—” she pauses, and tries again. “I have a question.”

His face is so close to the ground that even the dirt would realize that his glasses don’t have prescription, and people are shooting him worried looks that he completely ignores. “Shoot.”

“Actually, I have many questions, and I’m hoping you’ll answer all of them as honestly as you can in order to have the most accurate data possible.”

“Research?”

More often than not, Akira has been giving her information about the world that she does not have access to. Slang terms that Futaba yells out in frustration, Ann’s tendency to jump from one topic to the next with little regard to who she’s talking to. It’s all confusing to Sophia, so she makes sure to memorize all of these instances and bring it to him for clarification.

“Sort of,” she says. “Some of my predictions have been off lately, and I am trying to figure out why.”

“Sure. Oh, another one.” Gently, he plucks it from the soil and gently places it with the others. “For Haru. Apparently, she’s really struggling with economics, so hopefully this helps her out next semester.”

“How many more?”

“Four,” he replies. “Yusuke, Sojiro, Akane, and Ryuji.”

She frowns. “Ryuji already has one.”

“He’s going to need more than one.” Akira turns to her, distressed. “Entrance exams are coming up.”

“Oh.”

“Yup,” he turns back to his task. “Anyway, you had a question?”

“Right,” she says, clearing her throat: a sign of taking a more serious tone. “Why are you scared of Ryuji?”

Akira freezes. Sophia waits patiently. But after a moment, then two, then five, there is still no reaction from him. And then slowly, he faces her with a blank expression.

She has not known Kurusu Akira for very long—only a few weeks in fact. But in that time, she feels that she has come to learn a lot about him. For instance, he does not like pears. He also finds grocery shopping relaxing, and he would die for his friends. Another thing she has learned from him is that he is very quiet; even in the Metaverse, amidst the explosions and gunshots, he does not yell. It is not as if he has nothing to say, but rather he would rather express himself through gestures and the odd comment here and there. He is much happier to let the people around him carry the conversation for him.

Shock racks through her as he bursts out laughing. His shoulders move up and down as laughs pour out of him uncontrollably. “What—?” he tries, pushing his glasses atop his head. It’s almost hidden amongst his thick, black locks. “Did you seriously ask if I was afraid of Ryuji? Sakamoto Ryuji? Blond guy, helps out in the Metaverse? My best friend?”

“Um.” This was not what she was expecting, despite having no expectations to begin with. “Yes.”

He sighs, content. “I really have to thank you, Sophia.” Akira brings his glasses back to his nose, the corners of his mouth quirked up. “That was really good. Haven’t laughed that hard since Yusuke thought Italy was near Mexico.”

She tilts her head sideways. “I was not joking.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He sits up, crossing his legs over each other, giving her his full attention. “Tell me why you thought I was scared of him.” Even as he’s sobered up, he can’t quite finish the sentence without smiling.

“My predictions have been off lately,” she says, a wrinkle between her brows. “This is normal—predictions by their nature cannot always be right. However, I’ve noticed that they’re incorrect more often lately. I ran the data, and these errors are related to two things:” Sophia brings her hand to the screen so that he can see properly. “You and him, as a unit. Individually, there doesn’t seem to be any errors. It is specifically when you are being measured together that creates mistakes. My prognosis on everyone else in the group creates more stable and accurate results.”

Sophia twists her hair in her hands. “The only reason it would be wrong is because of a confounding variable. Maybe there’s something between the two of you that others do not have. So I thought that answer—”

“Was fear,” he finishes. There’s an odd tone in his voice that she doesn’t comprehend. His gray eyes, sharp but never unkind. “I see where you’re coming from. But, and I can swear on this fact—it isn’t fear. I am not, nor will I ever be, afraid of him.”

She deflates. Wrong again. “And he’s not afraid of you?” she asks, out of desperation than anything.

Akira thinks for a moment. “Do you remember when I was cooking, and Ryuji went in to smell the broth, and knocked the whole thing over and onto my suitcase?” She nods. She had taken many pictures of that moment. “He felt really guilty, but he wasn’t scared of my reaction. He was more scared that he had ruined my stuff. You know what I mean?”

“I think I do.”

He bops the top of his phone a few times, an odd resemblance of patting her head. “Cool.”

Sophia stares at the road past their garden of clovers. Cars speed forward, too quick for her to focus on what the driver looks like. It’s hot today, but she doesn’t feel it. She runs her data one more time. “Akira, do you love Ryuji?”

His hands do not pause. “I love all my friends,” he answers simply.

—

At the end of the day, it does not matter if her attempts at predicting the future are fruitless. If she is in fact humanity’s companion, her code makes sure of one thing above all else: to help humanity with any of their endeavors.

That’s a tall order, especially when there are 7,874,965,825 humans within that humanity at this moment. Sophia is only one being, and realism is etched into her. To make things simple, she gave herself a domain of discourse. A sample size. Narrowing what she can do, and who she can help. The entirety of humanity then, at least in Sophia’s mind, falls under the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

Sapporo is freezing. Frosty. Crisp. Chilly.

“Fucking cold!” Ryuji shivers, jogging around them in an effort to get warm. “I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.”

“Even with the space heaters on, it seems that the winter isn’t interested in going anywhere,” Makoto says. She’s standing uncomfortably close to Ann, trying to leech off of her inherent heat. Actually, she wasn’t the only one—Haru is also inching her way to her. “It should probably get better once we start moving. Good thing we won’t be here long.”

Yusuke nods, unperturbed. “Yes, this should be a quick run. We’re just here to collect a desire gone astray, yes?” It seems that the ice does little to bother him. “Oracle, can you find its location?” No response. “Oracle?”

He glances to the ground, sighing when he finds her on the ground, eyes closed and breathing deeply. “Wake up,” he says, nudging her with his boot. When she doesn’t move, Yusuke throws an exasperated look at Akira.

Reluctantly, he nods. “Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he says, summoning Queen Mab. Instantly, the temperature seems to rise, just a little bit. Scooping her up, Akira shakes her roughly like a particularly malicious sack of flour. “Wake up, your space heater’s here.”

“This may be a quick run,” Haru says. “But it doesn’t mean we should take this any less seriously. Someone’s desire got lost on its way back, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, that sounds—Mona, get off my leg—about right.” Ann squints her eyes along the horizon. “It’s far, right? If we start moving now, we can probably work off the frost on our skin.”

“Yeah, it’s about…” Futaba yawns as Akira sets her on her feet. “Twenty-minute walk? Ten-minute run, but unless you want me slipping and turning the ice red, we’re gonna want to slow down.”

Akira touches his mask. “Agi.” A wave of heat rushes over them, and she sighs, grateful for the respite. “Hopefully that helped a little. But it won’t last long, and we shouldn’t waste energy warming up. Quick recap—someone lost their desire, we’re here to make sure it gets back. Our top priority is getting that desire back as quick as possible. Questions?”

Sophia raises her hand.

“Yup?”

“Did you say top priority?”

“Yes, I did say top priority.”

“Understood!” she chirps, making a note in her head. It was hard to concentrate when she felt like her insides were freezing up.

Another hand shoots up.

“Noir?”

“I don’t have a question. I just think you’re doing a wonderful job.”

“Thank you, Noir. Always a pleasure.” He looks around, nodding. “Alright. If that’s it, then let’s do this thing.”

They all move ahead, wary of their footing. Sophia frowns as she scuttles forward, scared of being left behind. There is no room for error here. If she feels that she is not useful in the real world, then she can at least utilize her talents here. And the first step to doing that is to make sure she is doing two things:

1) Not slow

2) Won’t trip

After a while, she looks up and feels her eyes bulge. How did they get so far already? Sophia can hardly see them anymore, especially with the slight fog that’s beginning to emerge. She has to get there faster.

Failed step number one already. For once, she’s glad she wasn’t hardcoded with emotions, or else humiliation would be overwhelming. Quickening her pace, she’s determined to do this correctly. One foot, then the next. One foot, then the next. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left—

She slips.

With a gasp, she moves to twist her body so that it wasn’t her head that would take the impact, and closes her eyes shut.

Just before she slams into the ice, arms grab her torso, swinging her forward. “Whoa there, shorty!”

Ryuji uses the momentum to swing her onto his back, and she latches around her neck, bewildered. “You okay? Almost got knocked out before any Shadow got to us.”

“Yes,” she replies, breathless. “Thank you for saving me. That would have been bad.”

“No prob!” he marches onward as if he wasn’t carrying an entire human being on his back while treading through sleet.

“...You can settle me down if you’d like.”

“I would not like.” He grins, boots finding matte ice with ease. “I kinda love carrying you like this. Not like I can do this in the real world, can I? ‘Sides, Futaba would chew my head off if I tried it with her.”

“Have you?”

“Maybe.”

She laughs as they finally reconvene with the rest of them. When Akira turns to them, his expression softens with relief. “All good?”

“All good,” Ryuji says. “Nothing Sophie and I can’t handle.” He raises his fist at her, and she bumps it enthusiastically. Lesson twenty-three: never refuse a fist-bump. It’s one of her favorites.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Futaba calls out from beside Ann, arms were linked as if they were strolling through a park, and not a Shadow-infested land. “I said stop!”

“We heard you the first time!” Morgana yowls. “Are we here?”

“We’re close. Kinda weird though.” She smacks the side of her goggles a few times impatiently. “Nothing’s showing up.”

“Lucky!” Ann whoops. “Let’s get this over with and get some gelato!”

Rounding the corner of an empty street, Yusuke points forward to a glowing heart, beating in time to its pulsing light. “That’s it, I take it?”

“I can get it.” Sophia pats Ryuji’s shoulder, and he lets her down. “That way, we can finish this as soon as possible.”

She runs forward, eager.

“Wait—!” Futaba cries out from behind her. “We’re getting ambushed!”

As she says it, footsteps surround them, the clanging of weapons and the grunts of Shadows appearing out of nowhere. She starts to run faster, terrified of slipping but pushes on anyway. She can do this.

“Shit,” Akira hisses. “Sophie, come back here!”

Sophia ignores him, the Desire almost in her reach when she feels it. A cold breeze, impossibly colder than the temperature before, almost seems to pierce through her skin. She did not need to turn around to know what it was—every cell in her body is screaming it for her.

A curse. A strong one that would have no problem wiping her out like fly on the RV’s windshield wiper.

Would she at least be able to save the Desire? Even if she ceases to exist? Would it be worth it then? It should be, since this is what she was made for.

Something solid shoves her from behind, and she gives out a yell before hitting the ground, hard.

“What…?” she mutters, disoriented. Somehow, she isn’t dead, or even near death. Shaking her head, she grasps for the Desire in front of her before turning around.

Instantly, her heart stops. The Desire in her hand continues to pulse steadily as she stares down at Ryuji, collapsed on the ground.

“Skull?” she whispers. Leaning down, she can still hear his breathing, though it’s faint. Her hand reaches out, before she remembers. Top priority. The Desire needs to get to Joker first.

The ground begins to rumble, and Sophia looks up in time to see an arch of glowing white explode. Every Shadow is eviscerated, their ashes scattering violently at the aftershock of wind that follows from the impact. Concrete cracks, snow blows away. Without a doubt, it’s an attack from a Persona user, but she has no idea who it came from.

As the dust settles, stray bits of ice falling from the sky like hail, Akira shoots out from the fog. He’s moving faster than she’s ever seen him, and there’s a desperation to his movements that throws her off-guard. Maybe he didn’t see yet? Sophia steps forward.

“Joker!” she calls out when he gets closer, thrusting her hand forward. “I got the Desire!”

He rushes past her without a blink.

Akira skids to his knees. “Ryuji!” When there’s no answer, he pulls Ryuji to his knees, resting his head on his lap. Akira presses his fingers against the pulse on his neck, concentrating intensely. Then he grits his teeth. “I can work with this.”

More footsteps. Familiar ones. “Dammit, Joker!” Morgana says. “You can’t just throw around attacks like that, especially with such weak enemies. You know how draining that spell is.”

He ignores him. Akira removes Ryuji’s mask with great care, setting it aside, before touching his own. “Aid me, Sarasvati.”

“Joker?” she tries.

A floating woman donned in green with a delicate instrument in her long fingertips appeared from the fibers of his mask, her expression kind and tender.

“Joker.”

Healing power flows through his hands, so potent that it glows green. Sweat pours from his brow, and his wrist begins to tremble with effort.

“Joker!”

“What, Sophie?” he rounds on her, gray eyes intense.

“I got the Desire!” she announces triumphantly.

A beat passes. And then another. It was as if there was never even a deafening battle not one minute prior.

When Akira finally speaks, his voice is low. “Panther, take Sophie away please.”

Her breathing stops. She could not inhale the air even if it was demanded of her. Akira turns back to Ryuji, but Sophia’s eyes stuck to him—like she was hypnotized, cemented to the back of his head, unable to look away. Every inch of her body is numb, but none of it has anything to do with the cold.

Ann gently takes her hand, hot as iron against hers, and takes the Desire in the other. “Come on, Soph. Let’s go for a walk, huh?”

She lets herself be led away, blank and unseeing, a part of her staying wishing to stay behind to...what? She didn’t know. There’s so much she doesn’t know.

They keep walking, rounding street corners, quietly passing underneath frozen lamp posts. Sophia wasn’t sure where they were going, but she didn’t bother to ask. Eventually, they duck underneath a railing, Ann covering her head to make sure she doesn’t accidentally bang her skull against the metal. When they straight up, she blinks.

“A heater?”

“Yeah,” Ann sighs, flopping down on a toppled column as if it were a sofa. “I figured if we were going to talk, you might as well stop shivering during that time.” At her words, Sophia realizes how hard she was shaking. Ann pats the spot beside her. “Sit. Nothing a little girl talk can’t fix.” She does.

At her silence, Ann hums. “Cold, isn’t it? You guys haven’t stopped complaining since we got here. I’m super lucky that Carmen’s here to help me. Warms me up even better than this heater, if you can imagine that. Completely different from the real world, where we feel like we’re going to burst into flames any second.” She yawns. “But god, there’s no one in all of Japan that can run his mouth about the weather like Ryuji.” Sophia clenches her fist, but she keeps going, speaking almost wistfully. “I mean, he’s just so loud, you know? Like, how many times have we driven by cows on this trip, and he’d literally wake us all up just to show us? Not to mention, he eats up all the food and snores like crazy. God, one time I invited everyone over at my place, and he just slept in my bed when he got tired! Who does that?”

Ann sighs. “But man, I’ve never met someone more devoted to his friends than him. Sometimes, he’d even give ‘Kira a run for his money, the way he’d just drop everything and run to where trouble is. Day or night, that idiot would show up on your doorstep the minute you shoot him a text, wearing the most ridiculous pajamas you’ve ever seen,” she scoffs. “He started the Thieves with Akira, you know? All gung ho about justice and stuff, you should’ve seen it. And he had the spine to back it up, too.” She smiles, just a little. “Don’t tell him, but I think he’s really, really cool.”

A drop of water hits Sophia’s wrist. And another. And another, until her vision blurs and her chest is heaving. “I just—” she sobs without restraint. “I was just trying to help. I just want to be useful and do what I was made to do, and Akira said from before that this—this was the top priority, and I even made sure, so I asked, but when I finally got the Desire and I was so sure that I’d finally done something right...” the image of Akira’s cold gaze makes her flinch, hard. “He’s just so mad at me, Ann. And Ryuji—” she chokes on his name like a curse, her tongue tumbling over it as if it were getting caught in a lie. “He protected me from before, but he said he was tough, so I thought it was okay since the Desire was the top priority but he got hurt because of me.”

“I don’t even know what I’m feeling, or why I’m crying, or why you’re being so nice to me even though I know I did something bad! I just—” Sophia buries her face in her hands, muffling her scream. “I just don’t understand anything!”

Warm hands rub her back. “I know,” Ann says quietly. “You’re trying your best. We all get that, and we all think you’re doing an A-plus job.” She pauses. “Sophia, Ryuji didn’t take the hit for you because he was thinking about the Desire. He did it because he didn’t want to see you hurt.”

That makes Sophia peek up. “But that was the top priority, wasn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but that wasn’t his heart’s top priority.” Ann pokes her temple. “That whole logic and calculation thing you have going on is good and stuff, but the thing about the human heart is that you can’t always choose why you do things, or how you react in certain situations. I bet you anything that he totally forgot that we were even looking for this thing when he pushed you,” she waves the beating heart in her hand, still glowing. “And that’s also why Akira got a little mad at you from before.”

She deflates. “He hates me,” she mumbles, feeling her insides churn uncomfortably.

“That boy doesn’t have the time in his schedule to hate anyone,” Ann reassures her. “He’s just...really, really terrified.”

“But why?” Sophia’s starting to despise that word. “He already knew that he was okay. Why would he still be worried?”

Ann looks up, thinking. “You really love and care about Ryuji, right?”

Love was still a foreign concept to her, but for once the answer came forth with ease. “Yes.”

“Take that feeling, that dense, little ball of love and adoration in your tiny body, and multiply that by about eighteen million. That’s probably about the range of what Akira feels about him.”

She quickly runs the numbers. “Whoa.”

“Yeah. Kinda scary, huh?”

It is scary. With numbers this high, she can only begin to imagine what it felt like for Akira to think that he might be seriously hurt, or even worse, dead. All because of Sophia.

“Hey now, I know that look!” Ann flicks her forehead. “I don’t want you to get all mopey about this. You said it yourself—he’s a tough guy. The toughest there is, but don’t tell him that. It’ll go straight to his empty head.”

She stands with exuberance, stretching. “Alright, I think we’re about done here. How we feeling? You ready to go back?”

No. Her heart speeds up at the thought of going back, her shoulders tensing in on itself, but somehow it would be worse to stay here. “I’m ready.”

“That’s what we like to hear!” Ann cheers. “No chickening out now, okay? You can do this.”

“I can do this.” Sophia repeats, and then, louder: “I can do this!

“Yay! And Sophie?” she looks up in time to see Ann giving her a warm look. “Just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean we love you any less. You are allowed to be confused and make mistakes. Do you understand that?”

Sophia smiles wide. “I understand.”

—

They were a block away from the rest of the group when Akira emerged from the fog. With his black attire and dark hair, he could have looked like a picturesque horror movie figure, but somehow his expression ruined that facade the moment she saw it.

“I’m going on ahead,” Ann says when Sophia stops in front of him. “Someone has to make sure Futaba doesn’t sleep on us again.”

“Thanks,” he answers. Then, to Sophia, “Hi.”

“Hi, Joker.” She’s been practicing her speech the entire way back, her points all lined up in her mind, all leading up to the big apology. “I—”

“Pause,” he cuts in, and she shrinks. Is he still mad? She can’t read his expression. He kneels in front of her, squinting, and it suddenly shifts to horror. “Did...did you cry? Did I make you cry?”

“No,” she says quickly, but he doesn’t believe her for even a minute. “Yes. Sorry.”

“Oh god, no, please don’t apologize. Shit,” he rubs the back of his neck, sighing. It’s guilt, she realizes with a shock. “I’m such an asshole. I can’t believe I let myself lash out like that. A thousand apologies won’t even be enough. I was scared out of my mind, but that doesn’t mean I can just treat you like that. I even sent you away, like you’re some sort of kid,” he winces. “I’m really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

She stares at him. “I was supposed to say that stuff.”

He looks taken aback by her words. “No? How could you have known that we would have been ambushed? Ugh, I’m so dumb. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” Akira sends her a pointed look. “Though, you really shouldn’t split off from the group next time. Top priority means important, but above all else is your safety. Put that in your code.”

“I will,” she promises.

“Good. And the second priority is—” he reaches forward and engulfs her in a tight hug. “Is that you won’t ever, ever think that I’d hate you.”

She frowns. “How did you know?”

“A hunch.” Beat. “Also, Ann gave me a look.” He pulls back. “Are we still friends?”

Relief washes into her, crashing like a wave. “Of course,” she says, before hesitating. “Is…?”

“Yeah, he is.” Akira rolls his eyes, but there is no hiding the grin that takes over him. “A little too good, actually. He hasn’t stopped running around since I poured some energy back into him. I kind of think I overdid it, actually. Oh, and he’s excited to see you again.”

“He is?” she asks, hopeful.

“Absolutely. Asked about you the minute he came to.” Akira gets to his feet. “Shall we say hi?”

“Please.”

As they walk back, an epiphany takes over her. “Oh!” she exclaims, making Akira jump. “I get it now.”

“What’s up?”

“You love Ryuji.”

“That’s right,” he raises a brow.

She shakes her head. “You love Ryuji,” she insists. Even accounting for a margin of error, there’s simply no mistaking her results.

Akira stares at her for a long moment, before huffing out a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he says softly.

The moment Ryuji sees her, she sprints, throwing caution to the wind as she leaps into his arms. He catches her without hesitation. “Glad to see you’re safe, shorty.”

Sophia knows a lot of things, but there’s also a lot she doesn’t understand. But that’s fine. She’ll get there, and her friends will be waiting for her when she does.

#p5 #fic tag #margin of error #mine #ryuji sakamoto #sophia #no p5s spoilers sans the locations #kiss ryuji day #just a quick thing yeah sure 7k is quick #my moon and stars #the leader and his right hand man #big shoutout to pear for holding my hand while i had a breakdown in life and decided to write this #akira kurusu

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vivian24l · 3 years

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Dream

“I remember that day clearly, my last birthday with them. Father knows I hate large gatherings, yet he threw me a big party anyways. Everyone showed up. The Leaguers, the original Leaguers, the Titans, my friends and family.

I didn’t appreciate it back then. Now I can only look back and wish I could experience it once more. Wish I could see them once more, happy, together, not having to worry about an ongoing war.

I remember racing my cousins. I wish I hadn’t cheated in that race. Uncle Jon said Mother had used the same trick when they were kids. I practiced magic with Tiago and the Constantines. I remember Aunt Kori pulling me into an unbreakable hug. She had told me I’m growing to be just like my mother.

I used to look like her. Both with purple eyes and purple hair. My skin had more color. Now I look nothing like her. I no longer have her purple eyes, but green like Father’s, my hair has become a brighter shade of purple.

I miss them. Father gave me a silver dagger that day. He never lets me play with sharp objects, we only used wooden sticks when training. Mother gifted me with a spell book, it contained a vast collection of spells ranging from beginners to highly advanced. I lost both of them. The only things I have left of my parents, lost, gone forever. I long for them to return. My parents and their gifts.

I wish for all of them to return. Not just my parents but everyone. I wished this never happened, I wish the war never started. I wish I had been more grateful for all that they have done for me.”

“Do you remember the day they left you at that place? That place that was supposed to be remote, guarded, and free of any upcoming parademon attack?” he asked the young girl.

“How could I not? That was the day I lost them. That was the day they left.

Grandmother Talia greeted us at the harbor of Infinity Island. I didn’t know, back then, that it was the last time I'd see them. They told me I’ll be staying with Grandmother for a while, I didn’t think of asking how long. Then they hugged me. I missed that. I missed the way they’d cover me in their warm embrace. The way Father wraps his arm around both me and mother. I caught a shimmer of a tear from the corner of Mother's eyes. I felt their sadness. It was when I saw that tear slip, that I knew something was wrong. When I felt Father fighting to keep his posture, his stoic manner, that was when I knew I would be there for longer than ‘a while’. I wish I could’ve told them how much I loved them, I wished I could’ve given them one last hug,” she closed her eyes. “But I didn’t. I didn’t because I was a dumb eight year old who didn’t know what to do.”

“Do you remember the day you died? The day those hybrids took you down? The day you visited me in my realm and left to rejoin the living? The day you left something very valuable behind?” he asked.

“Why are you asking me these questions?” she asked miserably.

He smiled. “Because Granddaughter, it is good to learn from the past, to take the pain and turn it into strength. Now, tell me of that day.”

“I-I remember running to the courtyard. There were screams coming from outside. An assassin crashed through the window, his legs were gone. I was...horrified, yet I kept going. I was stupid, thinking I could help. When I reached the courtyard, I saw corpses everywhere. Ripped up and severed. Grandmother and her elite archers were shooting down the creatures. My uncle calls them Paradooms. Parademons mixed with Kryptonian DNA. Grandmother’s supply of kryptonite-infused weapons was running low. I thought I was strong enough. I summoned beams of energy. I kept using magic until I had no energy left. I kept going. I should’ve stopped. I continued to fight. Picking up a stray sword with a kryptonite blade. It cut through plenty of monsters. Then Grandmother called my name. It was as if time slowed down. Her face contorted to horror, an emotion I have never seen her express. I felt a wave of emotions coming from her. Yet, nothing from myself. The pain was so bad, it felt like nothing. My vision had begun to blur when I noticed the sharp point of a claw emerging from my chest. I remember the paradoom falling as I laid on the ground. Grandmother rushed to my side. She told me not to worry. Then I came here. To this place you call home.”

“I never see this hellish realm as home. I am a conqueror of worlds, I focus on establishing and controlling new frontiers.”

“TT. We can agree that we have very different interests, Grandfather.”

“Indeed.”

“Now, I must ask. Why are you here? Why am I here? Why have you called upon me?”

“I am here to remind you. It takes a lot of energy to escape that prison in your mother’s head to visit you in your dream. This location is where your subconscious wants you to be, because deep down you know where to go. You know how to end this. You blame the Lazarus Pit for your loss of powers, but have you really lost your powers?” He gave her an amused smile, knowing the young girl was conflicted.

“Yes. No! I don’t know! I can still feel emotions, I can feel energy within me, but I can’t access it. I can’t perform a single spell, not even the simplest,” she confessed.

“The Pit is supposed to revive and strengthen the one of dips in it, that is if they are able to control the evil temptations of the Pit. You, Granddaughter, were already powerful. You still are. The Pit boosted your abilities, but you haven’t brought them back with you.”

“You’re saying...that I left my powers in Hell?” Rashida asked skeptically.

“What else could I be saying, dear?”

“What’s it in for you? Why are you helping me?”

“Because I would like to conquer Earth. I shall not let that weak, ‘New God’ destroy this planet before I do. Besides, I need a body to inhabit once I break free. Your mother won’t last, she is already weak.”

This got Rashida’s attention. “Then how do I get my powers back? How can I get to Hell without dying?”

“Hm. I’m sure that spellbook of yours would be useful. Once the proper ritual is performed, you should be able to enter and exit that realm.”

“But, I’ve lost it. The book was burned during the first paradoom attack.”

“You are the granddaughter of Trigon. The granddaughter of the first Batman, Bruce Wayne. The great granddaughter of Ra’s Al Ghul. The granddaughter of Talia Al Ghul. The daughter of Raven, the Queen of Hell. The daughter of Damian Al Ghul Wayne, the current Batman. You have a powerful heritage. I expect you to live up to your blood.” He gave her an expectant look. “And let’s not forget that family that took in your mother when you first came to Earth, the Kryptionians,” he added.

“Bart explained this to me the other day, something about a multiverse. The book is lost in this world. It no longer exists in this universe. However, there are many alternate universes, different worlds out there. If I’m able to locate the right one, I should be able to get that book”

Trigon smiled. “Correct, my dear. Now, time is running short. I suggest you make haste.”

Rashida looked up from her internal thoughts. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

But it was too late. Her surroundings have begun to shift. Trigon had swirled into a translucent black shadow and disappeared through the cracks of the room. She no longer sat in the obsidian chair in the Underworld’s throne room. Instead Rashida sat up with a jolt in her uncle’s base. Her head was beaded with sweat. She left the little room, which she had claimed to be her sleeping quarter. Jason was still asleep in front of his computer. Judging by the position of the sun in the cloudy red sky, it was late in the morning.

Artemis looked up from her daily ritual of sword sharpening. “Good morning, kid.”

“Why did you let me sleep in?” asked Rashida.

“Last night was rough. I thought you needed the rest,” she glanced at Jason and Roy, who was still asleep on the worn down couch. Artemis held up a tin can. “Pineapples?”

Rashida accepted the fruit. “How did you get your hands on pineapples?”

Artemis shrugged. “Oh, you know. Quinn and her buddies were in the area.”

Rashida took a bite of the diced pineapples. “I have to say, I envy them. They get to do the cool stuff like infiltrating LexCorp. While, we’re stuck fighting off the parademons and thugs.”

“This’ll be over soon. And then, you can do the cool “infiltrating” stuff as well,” assured the Amazon.

#damian x raven #rashidawayne #apokolipswar #damirae #demonbirds #trigon #dreams #multiverse #damiraekid #this is the start #Outlaws #Rae’s with her fave uncle #War #childhood #damiraefankid

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fatiguing-thoughts · 3 years

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“Natural” - Chapter 6 - Embry Call x Reader

New Introductions

I woke to the sun shining through my windows. I look at my phone to check the time.

9:00. I rub the sleepiness out of my eyes. I sit up in bed and recall the memories from last night. I look to my left, noticing the absence of Embry’s body from where it once was. My stomach sank a bit looking at the empty pillow.

I get up and walk over to my desk, hoping there would be another note from Embry. Looking down, I see that there is.

Good morning bean,

I had to go on patrol but by the time you wake up I should be off. Call me when you wake up. I love you. I’d like for you to come over today.

Love,

I smile down at the note, placing it with the previous one, hoping to keep a collection of them all.

I walk down the stairs, grabbing some breakfast as I send Embry a text asking when to come over.

I go upstairs to get dressed and ready for the day when Embry texted me back.

“Come at 11, my mom can’t wait to see you :)”

I smile, send a quick response before tidying up the living room from last night’s game fiasco.

I figure it was best to bring something to Embry’s house, but it was too late to really make anything. Something from the grocery store would have to do, I guess.

I hop in my car and drive over to the store. I look around and decide to grab a fruit salad and a small cake. I check out at the register and head over to Embry’s.

I pull up in front of his house, texting him to let him know I was here.

As I unbuckle my seatbelt, I see his front door open and an excited Embry jogging over to my car.

I smile at his goofy grin as he opens my door so I can get out of my car.

“Hey there, bean.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, pulling me into his arms.

“Hey, Em. You’re in a good mood.” I look up at his beaming face.

“My mom is just really happy to see you, like super excited about it. This is the least amount of tension between us in a while.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m excited to see her, too. I’m glad things are calm with you guys right now.” I lean up and kiss his cheek.

He gently grabs my hand, grabbing the stuff I brought with me in his other hand, and leads me into his house where I am welcomed by a warm Tiffany Call.

“(Y/N)! I missed you so much.” She cooed, pulling me into a heartwarming hug.

“Hi Mrs. Call, I missed you, too.” I smile into the hug.

“(Y/N), please call me Tiffany. You know that.” She laughs.

Embry and I sit down with her at the kitchen table.

“So are you happy to be back in Forks?” Tiffany smiles at me.

“I’m so happy.” I grin back.

“I’m so happy you’re back, Embry’s been so much happier since you’ve been back… Almost back to the old Embry.” She gives me a smile, this one hinting at some deeper sadness.

I gave her an understanding smile, glancing over at Embry’s awkward face.

“Yeah, I think all the guys are pretty thrilled to hang out again.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” She says meekly.

“So, (Y/N) brought fruit salad. Maybe we should eat some?” Embry offers.

“Yeah.” Her spirits lift up.

“So, how have things been with you? How’s the souvenir shop?” I smile at her.

“It’s good, it’s quiet. It’s just crazy how many bear attacks there have been lately, so a lot of people have been coming out less. Overall, I still enjoy the peace and quiet, I love First Beach.” Her warm eyes looking into mine.

“It’s beautiful there, I can see why you love it.”

I ignore the mention of bear attacks, unsure of how much I had to avoid for Embry’s sake.

“Yeah, (Y/N) was pretty bummed to hear about the bear attacks, she loves hiking.” Embry remarks.

“I know, I remember. You guys used to do it all the time.” She smiles, thinking about our younger years.

“I wish I could still do it, maybe more in the winter.” I shrug with a soft smile.

“That would work. I can’t believe how old you guys are now.”

“It is nuts, huh?” Embry’s voice trails off.

“So, I hear you guys are finally together?” She smiles, reaching out to grab my hand across the table.

“Yeah.” I blush, smiling like an absolute dork.

I glance over at Embry’s blushing face, watching the corners of his soft lips curling into a beautiful smile.

“I’m so glad, I always knew you guys would be together.” She smiles, taking a piece of pineapple.

I eat a piece of honeydew, trying to contain my giggle from escaping my lips.

“Me too.” Embry smiled, causing my blush to only deepen.

We sat around, chatting for another hour or so before she had to go to her shift at the store.

“It was great to see you.” I smile, hugging her goodbye.

“Of course, you’re always welcome, honey.” She pulls me in tighter, before giving Embry a kiss on his head as a goodbye.

I smile and wave as she gets into her car and leaves, feeling Embry’s arm snake around my waist.

“It was so nice to see her again.” I look up at him smiling.

“It was, it was nice to see her happy instead of upset. She really loves you.”

“I love her, too. I do. I’m happy you guys had a calm moment between you two.” I kiss his cheek.

Embry pulls me back into his house, pulling me into yet another tight hug.

“Bean?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we maybe, cuddle in my bed?” He looks down at me with those big, brown eyes.

My heart fluttered in my chest every time his eyes melted into mine.

“Of course, Em. Lead the way.” His hand held mine, walking us into his room.

I look around, admiring how neat it was and how I imagined that it would be a bit more cluttered, especially since he was almost never home to clean it.

“Did you clean your room because I was coming over today?” I smirk at him.

“What?” A blush appears on his cheeks, causing me to giggle.

“That’s cute.” I walk over and sit on his bed.

“I think you’re pretty cute, actually.” He plops down next to me, pulling me into his lap.

“Oh, that so?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Very much so.” He presses a kiss to my nose.

It quickly became very apparent to the both of us that the way we were sitting was a bit more suggestive than we originally intended. I had my arms around his neck, straddling his lap. His arms holding my ribs.

After a moment of silence, a deep blush appeared upon his cheeks, mine mirroring his.

I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his soft lips. Surprisingly, he deepened it, allowing me to make out with him. His hands traveled a bit lower, holding my waist, and then eventually my hips.

I moved into him, bringing myself closer. I began to feel his… “excitement” growing.

After about a minute, Embry brought his hands back up to my waist, pulling away from the kiss.

“Sorry.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay. I understand.” I blush, laughing softly.

“I just, I’m trying really hard to take it slow. You just make it very difficult.” He licks his lips.

“I think it’s you who makes it difficult for me.” I tease, smiling at his sweet eyes.

He picks me up by my waist and places me next to him once more. He lays down on the bed, patting the spot next to him.

I lay down next to him, bringing myself closer to his chest, inhaling his scent.

“It’s nice to have you here, in my arms. I like feeling you so close to me.” He kisses the top of my head.

“It feels like home.” I smile into his chest.

He grabs his phone out of his pocket and begins to shuffle our shared playlist, causing me to smile further like an idiot.

All of a sudden, my thoughts circled back to last night.

“How was patrol? Did you get it?” I ask, looking up into his eyes.

He let out a frustrated sigh as he looked down at my face.

“No, she got away. Then Paul and Emmett got into it.” He pursed his lips together.

“Emmett?” I ask.

“Emmett Cullen. He came onto our land trying to catch the leech.”

“Was everyone okay?” I ask, a bit worried.

“Yeah, of course. Nothing bad. But we missed the redhead.”

“I’m sorry.” I give him a sad smile.

“We just don’t get why she keeps coming around, we have Bella protected at all times between the Cullens and us.”

“She’s after Bella?” I ask, more worried.

“Yeah. The shit that Edward gets her thrown into. Then Jake gets involved, which involves us.” He rolls his eyes.

“Damn. I’m sorry, Embry.” I look into those deep brown eyes again.

“It’s alright. We’ll be okay. I have another thing to fight for now. Just some more motivation to get rid of her quicker.” He kisses my forehead.

I blush at his words, realizing how real they truly are.

“What time is her graduation party tomorrow?” I ask, trying to lighten the subject.

“We should get there at like 7:30.” He smiles, appreciating the lighter mood.

“Do you have patrol tonight?” I ask.

“Yeah, I do. I’m gonna hang out with you the rest of the day, first of course.” He kisses my forehead, making me smile.

“Em?”

“Yeah?” He pulls back to look me in the eyes once again.

“Could you maybe, show me more like Paul said? You guys say you’re really strong and fast. I just… I wanna see. I need to know you’ll be okay.” I blush.

“Oh bean. I can show you. Maybe you can meet everyone in that form, just to get acquainted with it. We can start with Jake and Quil today if you’d like? And whoever else is hanging around at Sam’s.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. I wanna know that you guys are safe.”

“I understand. We can head over there. Just after I get to hold my girl a little bit longer.” He smirks, pulling me close again.

I couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to my cheeks when Embry called me his girl. I couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering throughout my stomach. I couldn’t stop the chills from running up my spine.

I felt his hands stroking through my hair for a few minutes, causing me to fall asleep.

I woke up not long after, looking around the room to remember where I was. I looked up at Embry’s sleeping face, and it brought a smile upon my own.

Damn, how could I get so lucky?

I took my phone out, snapping a picture of Embry, as he looked just so sweet.

“Whatcha doing there, babe?” He chuckles, waking up.

I guess my movement woke him up.

“You just look so cute.”

“Thank you, I still think you’re cuter. What time is it?” He asks, rubbing his eyes.

“A little after five.” I put my phone back in my pocket after checking the time.

“We should go to Sam’s. We’ll see who’s there to show you some stuff, then I’ll patrol from there.” He smiles, kissing my forehead before beginning to sit up.

“Okay.” I follow suit, grabbing my keys off his dresser.

We head over to my car, getting in and going on our merry way.

Upon our arrival to Sam’s house, Embry lets out a “whoop” to announce his arrival.

We walk in, only to be greeted with an excited Emily and some of the guys sitting at her kitchen table. I look around to see Paul, Quil, and Jared.

“Hey, (Y/N). Finally, another girl.” She smiles, letting out an exhale of relief.

“Hi Emily, it’s great to see you.” I smile back at her, returning the hug she approached me for.

“So boys, (Y/N) wants to see a little bit of us doing our thing, thanks to Paul.” He directs his gaze at Paul.

“Well, I think it’d be fun.” Paul grins.

“I guess so. You don’t believe we’re as cool as we say or something?” Quil teases.

“You caught me.” I smirk in his direction.

“Maybe Quil and Paul could wrestle for you. If it won’t scare you.” Jared teases.

“I imagine that might be a bit frightening. But I wanna know how it works, all of it. I wanna see what I’ve been hearing about.” I look down at my feet.

“Good idea, Jared. Instead, you and Paul can wrestle. Embry and I will stand there looking pretty, that way (Y/N) doesn’t piss her pants. She’s a scaredy-cat, you know.” He laughs.

“Oh I am so not.” I retaliate.

“Can you walk around your house in the dark yet?” Quil raises his eyebrows at me. “Shut up.” I hiss, laughing.

The boys all smile before heading outside, Emily following us.

“Don’t be scared, nobody is gonna hurt you. Okay?” Embry looks me in the eyes.

I nod and he presses a kiss to my cheek before he and the rest of the guys go behind the brush to strip down.

“I assume you’re used to all this?” I ask, turning to Emily.

“Oh yeah. It was nuts at first, but you get used to it. When they get into scuffles I used to get so scared. Now, I just wait for them to come ask me for food after.” She giggles.

I then heard shuffling in the bushes, and some snarls coming from behind them. They made their way out to the clearing.

I look around, trying to figure out who is who. I notice Embry immediately.

He walks over and nuzzles his head into my shoulder, causing me to smile.

“The dark silver one is Paul, Jared is the light brown and grey one with some grey on his face, and Quil is the one who looks like chocolate.” She smiles.

Just then, they ran past me. I felt the air whoosh around me, almost knocking me over.

I smiled, amazed at how fast they were.

“Paul and Jared might play around, wrestle a bit to show you.” She warns.

I nod, looking them in the eye, and then back at Embry and Quil as they walk over to Emily and I’s side. Quil standing to the left of Emily and Embry almost shielding me from any potential damage.

And that’s when Jared and Paul look at me and nod, before returning the same gesture to each other.

I heard a puff before seeing Paul fly at Jared. I heard the growls and snarls, felt the ground move from their enormous bodies.

I have to admit, my heart raced hearing it, let alone watching it. Embry must’ve noticed as he moved his head closer to my body, trying to comfort me.

I look at him, feeling safety wash over me. I nod my head at him and suddenly Paul and Jared stopped. He must’ve told them in their mental link to stop.

All four boys went back behind the trees again to shift back.

I look at Emily with wide eyes.

“Wow.” I say, in disbelief at just how huge they were. How fast, how strong.

“I know.” She smiles.

They all run back, Embry’s hands finding my waist faster than I could blink.

“So, you impressed yet?” Paul laughs.

“Yeah, I’ll say so.” I look at him, smirking.

“Bet it was more than you thought.” Quil nudges my shoulder.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I thought. Embry only showed me his wolf form, didn’t show me any of the extra stuff.” I chuckle.

“Well, I didn’t wanna overwhelm you.” He kisses the top of my head.

“You look like you handled it well.” Jared claps me on the back.

“Yeah, it was pretty cool.” I smile.

“Jesus, you’re so good with weird.” Embry shakes his head in disbelief.

“Well in my defense, you, Jake, and Quil have been my best friends since childhood. I had to be good with weird from the start.” I poke his side.

“Yeah, yeah.” Embry laughs into my ear.

“Okay, let’s get you boys something to eat before you go on patrol.” Emily ushers us inside.

“Can’t argue with that.” Quil laughs, running past me into the house.

Embry and I follow them all inside, his arm never leaving my waist.

“(Y/N) would you like anything to eat before they inhale it all?” Emily offers me, stirring the pot of pasta.

“Sure, just a little bit. Thank you.” I smile at her.

We all ate, hanging out and talking before Sam came through the door.

“Hello there, babe.” He says as he walks into Emily’s arms, leaving kisses all over her face.

Following Sam was a tired looking Jacob, Seth, and Leah. They all came in and began eating.

“Okay guys, get on out there it’s your turn.” Sam directs.

Almost immediately Embry, Quil, Jared, and Paul get up from the table. “I’ll see you tonight or tomorrow, okay? Leave your window open.” Embry says to me, kissing me on the forehead goodbye.

“Okay.” I smile at him.

They all rushed out of the house and disappeared into the treeline.

“Hey, Leah.” I smile.

“Hey. How’s it going?” She asks, taking a break from eating.

“Pretty good. What’re you up to tonight?” I ask.

“Not much. Got something in mind?” She turns to look at me.

“I just wanted to see if you’d wanna watch movies at my house.” I smile.

“Sure. Sounds good.”

I turn to Emily and offer to help her clean up dinner.

“You don’t have to.” She smiles, trying to make me sit down.

“No, I want to. You do this all the time, I should help you.” I get up anyway and walk over to the sink.

About an hour later, Leah comes back to my house with me.

We talk about the Sam and Emily thing a bit more, I try to comfort her as best as possible.

“It’s nothing that can be fixed, unless I imprint. God I would even take that just to make myself happy.” She sighs.

“Your person will come, and they’ll blow Sam out of the water.” I give her a soft smile.

“Thank you. It feels nice to talk to a girl for once.” She chuckles.

And that was it. Leah wasn’t one for too much talking, so we turned to the movies after that.

After two movies, she decides to head out and I go into my room, bidding my father a goodnight on the way.

I walk over to my window and leave it open as Embry requested before walking to my bed and laying down.

I send Jacob a meme I found on twitter about cars before dropping my phone on the nightstand next to my bed.

Before I knew it, I was passed out.

In the middle of my deep slumber, I heard someone outside my window. I initially panicked, only to realize that it was probably Embry. The fear of someone being outside my window at three in the morning subsided at the thought of him.

I walk over to the window, seeing his beautiful face looking back up at me. I smile down at him.

He quickly jumps into the tree by my window, and then into my window.

“Jeez Em, I didn’t realize you mastered parkour.” I laugh.

“Just for you, bean.” He laughs, hugging me hello.

I yawn, almost limp in Embry’s warm embrace.

“Let’s get you into bed.” He kisses the top of my head before picking me up and walking us back to my bed.

I nuzzle myself further into his warm chest.

“How was patrol?” I ask.

“Uneventful. That’s a good thing, though.” He chuckles, his voice raspy and riddled with sleepiness.

“That is a good thing.” I yawn again.

“I love you, bean.”

“I love you too, Em.”

I press a light kiss to his chest, to only be pulled closer. I smile before I once again enter a peaceful slumber.

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