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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 12

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 6k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 15 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

When Sukuna and you enter the university holding hands, you know the news will spread fast. You can't help but wonder what kind of gossip people will share about the two of you. After all, Sukuna isn't just anybody but the star player of the most successful ice hockey team this college has had in many decades. And on top of that, he is infamous for being the guy who doesn't date.

Well, things have changed.

You smile softly as you lean into Sukuna's side, resting your head against his buff biceps and feeling his large hand give yours a reassuring squeeze. He is acting his usual self, strutting down this hallway as if he owns it, head held high, arrogant smirk perfectly in place, fixing the people around you with a condescending stare.

But he doesn't even try to keep your new relationship low-key or hide it from the public eye. It makes your stomach flutter as you stroll down the hallway and Sukuna never lets go of your hand. You reach your classroom and Sukuna grins his most charming grin before he leans down to kiss you on the lips, right there in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see.

It's a lingering, slow kiss, leaving no doubt about what it means. Sukuna's large tattooed hand cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, flicking his tongue teasingly against yours before he slowly pulls away with that typical sexy smirk on his handsome face,

"Have fun in class, princess. And don't forget your lunch date with your boyfriend."

He grins at you, the tip of his tongue playing with one of his sharp canines as he watches you with an amused but also intense look.

Boyfriend.

Hearing Sukuna say that word makes your tummy fill with butterflies. A breathless chuckle escapes your lips,

"As if I would ever forget my boyfriend. But just to make sure, why don't you pick your girlfriend up from class?"

You grin up at Sukuna with a racing heart, delighted to see his Adam's apple bob and his long lashes flutter for a moment. You don't seem to be the only one who gets flustered by the use of that new name.

Sukuna's large hand lands on your head, ruffling your hair, before he finally pulls away with a wink and tells you to hurry up so your professor won't have a reason to berate you today.

You have your little lunch date a few hours later, sitting at your usual table, Sukuna's table, eating and chatting about Sukuna's upcoming game and your creative writing class.

Things feel like they always do. There is no big change in the way you act around each other. The two of you follow the same routine you already developed gradually during the last few months since Sukuna came into your life.

It makes you realize just how natural it has already become to be by Sukuna's side almost all the time. Even before you got together, you already met on campus every morning, chatting and joking around while Sukuna walked you to your classes, carrying your heavy books and ruffling your hair. You already went to lunch together all the time, and later on, met in the library to study and eat the snacks Sukuna prepared, your hands brushing over each other when you reached into the snack box at the same time.

Everything is still the same, but, at the same time, it isn't. Because now, Sukuna holds your hand as you walk down the hallway. Now he kisses you openly, not just behind closed doors or when he's drunk, but in the middle of the crowded hallway. And at lunch, he holds your hand on top of the table, his long tattooed fingers absentmindedly playing with yours while he complains about one of his teammates.

And you rest your chin on your other hand, watching your boyfriend with a dreamy smile, thinking to yourself that somehow it feels as if it was always meant to happen this way.

Nobara is very smug about your relationship update. She found out about it the day after your date in the hockey arena because she walked in on Sukuna and you sharing a deep kiss in the living room. She made a disgusted noise and banged her door shut again, but when Sukuna left an hour later to go to the gym, Nobara cornered you immediately, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed in front of her chest, a triumphant grin on her face,

"So, you and Kirby, huh? I knew it!"

You shrugged helplessly, unable to stop the big smile from spreading over your face when you admitted,

"Well, I guess you saw it coming sooner than I did."

Right now, she's lounging lazily on the couch, waving around her fingers to let her nail polish dry while watching you with a knowing look as you check reflection a few times too often in the mirror next to the front door.

"Are you seeing loverboy? Not that I am complaining, by the way. I prefer it when you visit him, so I don't have to see his stupid face."

You huff loudly, turning around to give her a stern look,

"Nobara! Sukuna can actually be really nice! If you would get to know him better, then.."

But Nobara interrupts you, laughing and rolling her eyes,

"I'm just teasing you. I don't mind. Just make sure he doesn't drink all the milk when he's staying here."

With that, she turns around again, lifting her freshly manicured hands in front of her face, inspecting her work, and you stand there with a grin spreading over your face. Maybe Sukuna is growing on your dormmate after all.

"There's a hockey party at our dorm tomorrow."

Sukuna is lying on his bed with one buff arm behind his neck, cat-like maroon eyes watching you lazily, and a sexy smirk on his beautiful tattooed face. He looks so good that it should be illegal. Only wearing his stupid low-sitting grey sweats, so his buff pecs and taut abs are on full display. You don't even know where to look. There is just so much of him, big and broad and so gorgeous with all those muscles and the smooth tattooed skin everywhere.

You have to forcibly shake yourself out of staring at Sukuna with heart-eyes, but when you manage it, you raise an eyebrow teasingly,

"So what are you trying to tell me with that info, Kuna? That we can't see each other tomorrow?"

Sukuna rolls his pretty eyes, his lips lifting in an equally teasing and amused grin,

"Don't play clueless, sweetheart. You know damn well why I'm telling you that."

You grin at Sukuna, leaning closer to him, playfully blinking at him and batting your lashes,

"Hmmm, maybe you have to spell it out for me, baby."

A low, raspy laugh falls from Sukuna's mouth, and he reaches out with his free hand, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb slowly over your lower lip. His intense maroon gaze never leaves you when he whispers in that sexy low drawl,

"I want you to accompany me to that party. Or, to make things even clearer for you, I want you to be my date. Now, what do you say, princess?"

You feel a bit light-headed from the fluttery feeling in your stomach that Sukuna's words cause. Asking you out on your first official date. You can't stop grinning as you nod, pressing a little kiss to Sukuna's thumb that's still resting on your lower lip,

"I say yes."

Your grin turns into a surprised squeal when Sukuna's arms wrap around you and pull you on top of him.

You enter the party on Sukuna's arm and instantly feel intimidated. The apartment is much bigger than Sukuna's and Yuuji's, and the whole place is bustling with people.

You tried to reassure yourself beforehand that this is just a regular college party. But now that you are here, you can't deny anymore, what you already knew deep down. This isn't just a normal college party. It's the kind of party you have never been invited to before.

The large apartment is filled with only the most popular people the campus has to offer. Admired athletes, popular jocks, and just as popular cheerleaders, beautiful sorority girls, and rich daughters and sons of all kinds of important people.

It's a crowd you aren't used to. A crowd that is very good at excluding people like you, who aren't considered anything special in their eyes. Just a boring creative writing student whose name no one has heard before.

Technically, you know that not all of the popular people are like that. Most of Sukuna's teammates are really ok, and the girls in your classes who are also athletes are nice, too. Even Gojo Satoru was easy to get along with when you interviewed him.

But tonight, the large apartment is bustling with people you have never talked to before, and their heads instantly snap to you as Sukuna and you enter the party. Their stares make your stomach clench nervously. You can imagine how Sukuna and you must look to them: The star player of the hockey team, the King of the Ice, and next to him the nameless girl, who is clinging nervously to his large hand while her heart beats up to her throat.

You feel Sukuna's thumb caresses your wrist lightly. A sweet, reassuring gesture that makes you let out the breath you had unconsciously been holding. Sukuna leans down to murmur in your ear,

"Don't be nervous, princess. Just focus on me. Those insects don't even deserve your attention."

You laugh at his words, grateful for how he makes you feel more at ease. Sukuna flashes you one of his most charming smiles and gently tugs you along into the kitchen, where the whole hockey team is gathered, all cheering and whistling loudly when their star player enters. Sukuna returns all the high fives and takes a shot glass from the huge tray that Todo is passing around.

Just when you want to take a step back so the players can drink together, Sukuna's strong arm stops you, keeping you right there by his side. Todo and Yuuji join you, offering you a vodka shot because "You are Sukuna's lucky charm, so you count as an honorary team member!"

You burst out laughing, smiling gratefully at them as you lift your glass to join in on the player's toast. The small room keeps getting fuller as more people come looking for the hockey players, and Sukuna grins at you and lifts you up, setting you on the kitchen counter so he can stand between your legs. His tattooed face comes closer to yours, maroon eyes gazing deeply into yours, and your pulse races. Your hand cups Sukuna's cheek right when his lips brush over yours.

Sukuna's kiss makes your head spin with the way he licks into your mouth and how his large hands wrap around your waist while he pushes his body between your legs.

The rest of the party is far from your mind when you have Sukuna's tongue in your mouth, but unfortunately, you can't make out the whole evening. Sukuna's teammates demand his presence, and you need to go to the bathroom. So you excuse yourself, smiling when Sukuna ruffles your hair before you walk out of the kitchen.

This time, you feel more at ease when you enter the living room, an effect of the alcohol and Sukuna's kisses. But only after a few steps, you feel the atmosphere shift again. The scrutinizing gazes are back.

Spending time with Sukuna on campus already put you in the spotlight, but that felt different somehow. Maybe because a few days ago, you were just the mysterious girl who sometimes walked next to him or the lucky charm he brought to his games. Maybe you seemed like no competition. Like no one important. Just another little fling. Just another replaceable puck bunny. But now you are the girl who took the star player of the ice hockey team off the market, and everyone seems to ask themselves how you managed to do that. It feels as if you get put under a microscope, inspected curiously, and every flaw is analyzed and frowned upon.

You try to ignore the murmurs and stares, even while internally, a storm is brewing in you. Self-doubts mix with anger and dig their claws into your heart. You are relieved when you reach the bathroom and can lock yourself in it, escaping from the gazes and murmurs for at least a few minutes.

You take your time washing your hands, letting the ice-cold water run over your wrists as you look at your face in the mirror.

Come on, don't be stupid. It's just a party. Let them talk. They are just curious because Sukuna has never brought a date before. Just get back to the kitchen and enjoy the rest of the evening!

You steel yourself, straightening up before you open the door and exit the bathroom again.

"Does she really believe she has what it takes to be the girl at Sukuna's side?"

"Right? Sukuna is way out of her league. Who is she even?"

You draw in a sharp breath as your eyes meet the ones of the two girls talking shit about you. They don't even look guilty for getting caught but just stare at you with a scornful expression.

You want to get away from here! Your first instinct is to flee into Sukuna's strong arms, but a wall of football players who are raising their beer bottles and toasting each other is blocking your way. Your gaze lands on the door leading to the balcony. Before you even think about it, your feet carry you towards it.

You step onto the large balcony, deeply inhaling the crisp night air as if you are drowning. You grip the railing tightly, looking at the dark sky above you, internally screaming at yourself to stop being so stupid! Why do you let that random gossip affect you?

You know they were just talking shit. You know Sukuna better than they do! You know what the two of you have is real. But hearing those words still bugs you. They feed the demon inside you that whispers to you that maybe you are really not good enough to be the woman by Sukuna's side. Tears prick at your eyes, but you clench them shut, refusing to cry.

But before you can spiral further, a familiar low, velvety voice speaks up behind you,

"What are you doing out here, princess?"

The tight grip of your hands around the balcony railing loosens when you feel Sukuna's muscular arms wrap around you. You instantly relax into his embrace, leaning against his tall, firm body, chiding yourself silently for letting those judgemental gazes and mean comments get to you and fill your mind with doubts.

"I just needed some fresh air."

You feel Sukuna's warm breath on your neck when he laughs his sexy, low laugh. His lips brush over your neck, and then they open, and his hot tongue glides teasingly over your sensitive skin, making your pulse race and butterflies dance in your belly. You are about to get lost in Sukuna's closeness, in his touch, in the warmth of his buff body, and the feeling of his lips on you, but he is too perceptive, analyzing you too closely.

"Tell me what's wrong, princess."

His arms tighten around you, and he nuzzles his warm lips against your neck,

"You suddenly bolted from the room. Right when I was about to come over to you. Are you feeling sick or something? Do you need me to bring you home? I'll do it, you know that, right? Fuck that boring party. Let's go and get you into bed and watch some trash TV we can make fun of."

Your heart clenches. He is so sweet to you. So caring. It's something you never thought a guy like Sukuna could be. It makes you feel even more guilty for being so affected by some rude comment a stranger said. And so you blurt out the truth,

"I just...I heard some people say something that upset me."

You can feel Sukuna tense up behind you. His voice sounds strained when he asks,

"What did they say?"

"That you're out of my league."

Sukuna huffs. He puts his hands on your hips, turning you around. A large hand cups your cheek, tilting your head so you look up at your boyfriend's tattooed face. The usual playfulness is gone from Sukuna's features, replaced by a serious look.

"They are wrong, princess. I am not out of your league. If anything, it's the other way around."

You are about to say something to him, contradicting him, asking him how he could ever think you are out of his league, but Sukuna puts a long tattooed finger on your lips and shakes his head,

"Listen, princess. I don't give a fuck about anyone's popularity. I play hockey to win, not because I want to be some college celebrity. I despise the people who just want to be with me because they think they can gain some advantage from it. Fuck them! I invited you because when you're with me, everything is better. I want you here. You are my girl. I like having you by my side, and I am proud of showing you off. You make this stupid party 100% better for me, and if anyone gave you the feeling you don't belong here, I have something to say to them."

Your heart feels so full that you can't help but smile from ear to ear. Sukuna's lips lift in his lopsided, handsome smirk when he intertwines his long fingers with your smaller ones and watches you while he jerks his tattooed chin towards the door,

"Come on, let's go back. I have to show my face for a while longer to support my team. And you have a job to do, too, Miss. You're my lucky charm, after all. It's literally in your job description to be by my side. I might get into an accident otherwise, break a leg or some shit like that and not be able to play for weeks. We can't let that happen. Surely you understand. Now give me a kiss."

You laugh at the playful words, reaching out to put your hands on Sukuna's defined pecs, bracing yourself on his chest as you get on your tiptoes to give him a sweet little kiss on the lips before you let him lead you back into the living room.

When you were making your way through the living room on your own, you struggled to find a path through the crowd, but now you are on Sukuna's arm, and Sukuna doesn't have that problem. Anyone who sees him steps aside, making room for him. And the ones who don't see him coming get shoved to the side by Sukuna's tall, muscular body.

There's a group of guys to your left who look your way. One of them turns his head to say something to his friend. You don't catch it, but you feel Sukuna tense up beside you.

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he lets it drop, and before you can ask what's going on, Sukuna is already on the guy who grinned at you, his hands twisted in the guy's shirt, slamming him brutally into the wall behind him as if they are on the ice, and Sukuna is slamming an opponent into the boards.

A loud murmur goes through the crowd. People jump to the side, and others come closer. You see Yuuji's pink hair and hear Todo's booming voice. But all of that seems far away from you. Your focus is only zoomed in on your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend, who is glaring at the guy who apparently must have said something about you. The guy is looking at Sukuna with wide eyes, trying to splutter some excuse for whatever he said, but Sukuna shakes his head, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading over his tattooed face as he pushes the guy into the wall once more.

Contrary to Sukuna's physical force, his voice is calm, though. Deadly calm. Cooing at the guy tauntingly as a cruel smirk spreads over Sukuna's face,

"You're really fucking insane, aren't you? Daring to insult my girlfriend. Acting so tough when, in reality, you are such a pathetic little guy. Apologize to her."

Adrenaline is sizzling in your veins. Seeing Sukuna like that is making you feel light-headed. A mix of worry and strange pride and arousal flows through you. You know Sukuna has that bad boy reputation, but this is the first time you see him attack someone off the ice. It's actually fucking hot. Especially when he's doing it for you.

The guy stammers an apology, squirming in Sukuna's tight grip and trying to shake him off, but he doesn't stand a chance against the force that is Itadori Sukuna. His friends don't come to his rescue either. All of them are cowering a few feet away, apparently not wanting to get on Sukuna's bad side.

Sukuna slams him against the wall once more, his tone cold and dangerous,

"Let me spell it out for you and everyone else. She's my girlfriend. She belongs to these parties. She belongs everywhere where I belong, too. Do you understand that?"

Sukuna cocks his head, smirking that dangerous smirk, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

The guy nods hurriedly, eyes wide with fear,

"Yes! Yes, of course!"

And Sukuna laughs, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper,

"Now get the fuck out of my sight. I give you ten seconds. And if I ever get wind of you talking shit about my girl again, I will fuck up your whole life."

He lifts his head to let his narrowed maroon eyes scan the room slowly,

"And that goes for every single one of you."

You could hear a pin drop in the large room. The whole room is either staring at Sukuna or looking anywhere but at him, too intimidated to look at the enraged King of the Ice.

Sukuna yanks the guy off the wall and pushes him into the middle of the room, sending him stumbling into his friends, who catch him while Sukuna watches with a raised eyebrow,

"What are you still doing here, scum? I told you to run. Do I really have to start counting as if we are in kindergarten? Ten. Nine..."

It doesn't take more. The guy scrambles to his feet and practically bolts from the party, followed by his friends, accompanied by the loud booing and laughter coming from the hockey team.

Sukuna is by your side again, the cruel smirk replaced by the boyish grin you have grown so fond of. He wraps a strong arm around your shoulder and pulls you to him. His touch is so gentle, so completely different from the way he just treated the guy who talked shit about you.

"Sorry that you had to see this. But I had to be an asshole real quick. I won't let anyone disrespect you."

"It's ok. You are a very sexy asshole."

You tilt your head to grin up at Sukuna, and he meets your gaze with an amused sparkle in his maroon eyes. His arms tighten around you, and he leans down to claim your lips in a heated kiss. Making out with you in the middle of the crowded living room, letting everyone see that you are his girl.

Your eyes close, and you sigh, kissing Sukuna back eagerly, drowning in his closeness, adrenaline flowing through your veins after seeing him be so protective over you and seeing him display his affection for you in front of everyone.

Sukuna doesn't leave your side for the rest of the evening. You have some more vodka shots, get some snacks from the kitchen, and join Yuuji and Todo on the couch to chat with them about hockey and your classes and laugh about the time you were their getaway driver after they destroyed their rival teams' ice sculpture.

Sukuna pulled you onto his lap at some point, and you stayed right there, basking in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, his warm lips occasionally trailing little kisses over your neck, and the firm muscles of his chest and abs rippling against your back anytime he laughs.

The fluttery feeling in your tummy doesn't go away the whole evening, and it even intensifies when Sukuna gives his brother and Todo high fives and tells them he and you are leaving.

Sukuna steers you out of the apartment with a strong hand on the small of your back while he walks behind you, close enough for you to feel his tall, broad body.

You walk down the staircase next to each other with one of Sukuna's arms thrown over your shoulder. Sukuna's and Yuuji's apartment is just two floors down the staircase, but before you even reach it, Sukuna has already pulled a battered cigarette pack out of his jeans pocket and lights a cigarette while his arm is still around you, making you stumble against him. He takes a deep drag and groans in satisfaction as the nicotine fills his lungs.

"Fuck, I needed that after that stupid party."

You laugh and shake your head, wordlessly pointing at the big no-smoking sign plastered to the wall right next to Sukuna. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow as he slowly blows out the smoke,

"Who is gonna stop me? At least I'm not smoking in our apartment, so my dear brother won't throw things at me."

You roll your eyes in mock exasperation and wrap a hand around Sukuna's biceps, pulling on his arm,

"Come on, big boy, let's go outside for a while so you can smoke without getting in trouble, and I can get some fresh air. I need it too after that party."

"You're so cute, princess."

Sukuna smirks teasingly at you, but he obeys and lets you pull him down the stairs and out of the dorm.

The two of you stand on the pavement before the building, hugging closely while Sukuna smokes slowly, blowing the smoke in your face with a teasing smirk and watching you with his cat-like gaze. You sigh and roll your eyes but only snuggle closer against him, your arms wrapped around him, nails running up and down his broad back, gently scratching him as you let Sukuna's secondhand smoke and his warm embrace and the smell of his cologne calm your nerves.

It's suddenly easy again. Peaceful. Joking around with Sukuna, rolling your eyes playfully at him, and laughing with him. The party seems miles away. All that exists is Sukuna and you.

The circles he moves in are still foreign to you, but it doesn't matter, you realize. When it comes down to it, all that matters is just you and him and this thing between you. This strong connection that feels so natural and magnetic.

Of course, you say yes when Sukuna flicks his cigarette to the ground and asks if you will spend the night at his apartment. He takes your hand, intertwines his long fingers with yours, and gently tugs you along, leading you back up the staircase to his apartment, making your tummy flutter with the way his thumb is caressing your wrist.

Sukuna unlocks the door, and his lips are on yours the moment you enter the apartment. His muscular arms swoop you up, carrying you to his room, his large, calloused hands undressing you while his tongue licks slowly into your mouth. And you moan his name, slipping your hands under his shirt, pulling it up, caressing Sukuna's warm tattooed skin, running your fingers over his defined muscles, smiling when he growls into your mouth.

The two of you tumble onto the bed, never breaking the kiss, moaning into each other's mouth as you yank at your clothes. Sukuna is naked before you and gets to work on pulling your jeans and your panties off, his hands running down your legs, followed by his soft lips, making your hips buck needily, your fingers tangling in his soft pink hair, tugging on it, pulling him to you, needing more of him. Needing him closer. Needing all of him.

His low chuckle sends a pleasure-filled shiver down your spine as he pushes you down on the mattress. Sukuna's tall, broad figure covers you fully, his weight traps you under him in the most delicious way. His lips find yours again in another slow, deep, wet kiss. You feel his hard cock rub against your belly, hot and velvety, making you wrap your legs around Sukuna's hips in your need to get him inside you, moaning into his mouth, your hands in his hair, your body arching needily up against his buff body.

You are so wet for him just from kissing him, making Sukuna groan breathlessly when his cock slips between your legs and glides through your slick pussy lips. He pulls away for a second, but only to push into you when he snaps his hips against you, making both of you gasp when his thick cockhead splits you open.

And then it's needy, slow fucking. Sukuna keeps kissing you, deep, loving tongue kisses, his strong arms resting on both sides of your face, his muscular body moving on top of you, fucking you with slow, deep thrusts.

It's nasty but sweet at the same time. Slow sex, more lovemaking than fucking. And you melt, giving yourself fully to Sukuna, mewling into his mouth, squeezing your legs around him, digging your nails into the buff muscles of his broad back, kissing him back hungrily, gasping with every deep, slow thrust that kisses your sweet spot.

The lights in Sukuna's room are off. The only light comes from the streetlamps that shine their glow through the window. Your mind is hazy, partly from the vodka shots you had and the smoke you inhaled, but also from the giddiness at being so close to Sukuna, the exhilaration of knowing how committed he is to you, how he let everyone know that you are his girlfriend.

He fucks you so good that you cry, tears slowly running down your cheeks, while Sukuna rolls his hips against yours slowly. Letting you feel every inch of his long, thick cock. A slow, steady rhythm that makes you clench around him, sobbing into his hot mouth anytime you feel his cock pushing slowly into you until his heavy balls are resting against your ass, letting you know that he is as close to you as possible.

It feels so intimate. Making love in Sukuna's dimly lit room while the faint noises of the party two floors above you drift to your ears. But here it's only Sukuna and you. And Sukuna doesn't wear his mask of arrogant aloofness. His gaze is open, full of burning love and desire. His lips open in breathless groans, followed by whispered sweet nothings.

It's deep and intense. As if Sukuna is showing you his love for you with every slow move of his tall, broad body on top of you. With every caress of his hard cock. With every heated kiss that brushes your naked skin. With every whispered word breathed against your lips.

You cling to Sukuna needily, caressing his broad back and his firm, full ass, moaning his name in between tender but nasty open-mouthed tongue kisses, and Sukuna groans those sexy low groans that give you butterflies, not just in your tummy but also in your pussy.

"Fuck, princess. I love you. I fucking love you."

Sukuna moans breathlessly against your lips, and you clench around his cock at his soft words, caressing his back, whispering against his lips,

"I love you, too, baby. Love you so much."

You feel Sukuna's hips stutter, feel his muscles tense under your fingers. He moans and stops moving, his lips only lightly brushing over yours, panting heavily, his forehead pressing against yours as he tries to hold back his orgasm.

Sukuna pushes himself up on his elbows, his thick cock slipping out of you, only letting his fat mushroom tip caress your swollen clit. Sukuna gazes at you, his tattooed cheeks flushed, maroon eyes full of need. His large hands land on your legs, calloused fingers running slowly over your thighs and calves, making you tremble under his tender touches.

Sukuna grabs your legs and lifts them, putting them over his broad shoulders. Heated, wet kisses land on both your ankles before Sukuna snaps his hips again and fucks his gorgeous cock back into you. You cry out his name, throwing your head back on his pillow, your mouth opening in a row of mewls. The switch of position makes things even more intense. You can feel Sukuna even deeper inside you with the way he's folding you in half, making the fluttery feeling in your pussy become so intense that you sob from it.

You hear Sukuna's sexy, breathless groans and feel his strong body on top of you, his buff muscles flexing with every deep thrust. His weight presses you down into the mattress, fucking you so deep that it makes you dizzy. But he takes things slow. Savoring your first time making love to the fullest.

He leans down so his face is so close to yours that you are breathing each other's breath, your eyes locked in a deep, intense gaze as you both get closer and closer to your peak with every thrust. Your eyelashes flutter as you feel your pussy growing tighter around Sukuna's cock, the butterflies in your tummy going crazy.

"Look at me, princess. Fuck... look at me."

You moan loudly, obeying Sukuna's wish, looking deeply into his eyes, sighing anytime his fat cockhead hits your sweet spot with the most delicious precision, making a firework of bliss explode inside you with every slow thrust. You mewl desperately, nails digging into Sukuna's skin, hips lifting needily to meet his slow thrusts. Just a bit more, just a little bit more, and you will drown in bliss!

You see the moment Sukuna reaches the point of no return. See it in his heavy-lidded maroon eyes when he can't hold back his orgasm anymore. And Sukuna cums deep inside your pussy, looking so sexy and beautiful with his eyes so soft and full of bliss, his mouth hanging open with the sexiest low moans falling from his lips as he ruts against you, fucking his whole orgasm into you.

You follow him only a moment later, squealing his name loudly, your whole body shaking, pussy so tight around Sukuna's fat cock that he is gasping from it.

"Fuck, princess. Yeah, cum for me, baby, just like that. Just like that. Fuck! Milk me dry."

You are lost in pleasure, moaning and mewling as he fucks you slowly through your orgasm. Sukuna's soft lips claim yours again, swallowing your mewls, kissing you sweet and deep as he rests his heavy weight fully on you, pressing you down into the sheets while he still rolls his hips slowly against you, letting you enjoy his cock until the last waves of your high have ebbed off. Giving you his all, just like you are giving him your all.

You sigh happily against Sukuna's lips, hugging him tightly to you, your fingers playing with the short stubble of his undercut before they run down his broad, muscular back and back up again, caressing him lovingly. And he kisses you slowly with those sexy, deep French kisses. Your breathing gradually slows down again, your bodies relaxing against each other, but neither of you makes a move to let go.

The sex scene made me blush so much AAAHH 😳😳 It's not just fucking anymore but lovemaking with deep eye contact!! I am so flustered 💗😵

I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! The scene at the party where Sukuna attacked that guy wasn't planned at first, but my dear Kuna told me that he wants to let everyone know we are his girl and that anyone who gives us shit will get into trouble with the Ice King himself lol. He is so funny uwu Thank you so much for reading! I am always so happy when I can share a new chapter with you and see your reactions! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗 In the next chapter, we will have: Two dates with boyfie Sukuna (one which kind of fails, but in a funny way, and a real one). More ice hockey because Reader still has her job as Sukuna's lucky charm! And more bonding.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #sukuna #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n

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d0rothydraws · 6 months ago

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"Your eyes lit up when you seen my hand. It's dangerous to reveal what you like so easily."

content: f!reader, hand kink, blindfold, mating press, cum play, dirty talk, choking,

w/c: 3k

Ao3: Here

a/n: This is so depraved. I was messing with him last night and he said that line and then the blindfold one and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Buckle up princess

You were laying on the couch as Sylus was cleaning his gun. You were trying to read, for a change. Pick up an old hobby yadda yadda. And you were doing well, it was interesting enough until you became heavily distracted. You tried to not make it obvious. You didn't want to stare too long to catch his attention. But little did you know, you already had his attention at the first glance.

"Something on your mind, sweetie?" Sylus' voice was like ice through your veins. Invigorating but so sudden you almost flinched. "You keep staring." He said, not hiding the smirk as he continued to use the cloth to rub against his gun. The way his long fingers tensed as the gun repositioned, how his thumb brushed against the side every few minuets.

Your silence was telling as you tightened your grip on your book, readjusting your position on the couch slightly before looking back into the pages blankly. "I can see you moving your hand in my peripheral. It's distracting." You lied. His smirk grew as he leaned back slightly, his hand still lazily cleaning the weapon.

"Keep lying and you'll grow wrinkles."

"You sound like a mother." You snorted as you turned the page in an effort to act like you had been reading for the last thirty minuets.

"Fine, I would hate to distract you." He said in a mocking tone as he sat down the gun, moving to the couch as he sat on the edge. You moved your feet to his lap, stretching out on him. He moved to turn on the tv, putting on some old movie.

In a move to supposedly distract you less, you were even more distracted as his hand rested on your leg, tracing patterns and shapes idly. He could feel your leg twitch once in a while as you took a deep breath. You wondered how long you could keep up the charade.

"You haven't turned the page in 20 minutes." He said, glancing at you as he met your eyes over the book. "I'll tell you what. You tell me what's on your mind, and I won't bully you for it. Deal?" He said with a half laugh, those damn fingers still trailing the inside of your leg.

"I somehow don't believe you." You mutter before finally closing the book and setting it aside. Your eye glanced at his hand for a second too long before a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Your eyes lit up when you seen my hand. It's dangerous to reveal what you like so easily." His voice had a playful tone to it, his eyes locking on yours. "Anything to say for yourself, kitten?"

"Can you blame me? You have nice hands," You said bluntly, sitting up against the arm of the couch as you crossed your arms. Sylus, not expecting you to be so casual about it, had the faintest look of surprise in his eye before his normal smug look returning.

"So you have a thing for my hands, hm?" He said "Why don't we take this a step further." He said before standing, holding a hand out to you. You felt your heart in your throat as you took his hand in yours letting him lead you to the bedroom.

"Sit. I'm going to look for something. But while I'm gone, undress." He said sternly with a smirk on his face, drawing out the last word. You obliged, not knowing what he was planning but you knew it would be worth it. It's always worth it when it him.

As he returned he was holding a thick silk ribbon. His eyes looked over your naked body as if you were his prey before stopping in front of you. His hand moved to cup your chin, making you look up at him. You shivered as you felt the ribbon tickle your neck.

"Very good kitten, you can follow simple instructions. I'm proud of you." He said in a sarcastic tone that made your cheeks burn. "Since you love my hands so much, we're going to heighten your senses so you can feel exactly what they're going to do to you."

As he moved the silk around your eyes, darkness enveloped your sight. In moments, you understood what he meant. His scent was stronger. The sound of his voice stronger. His touch..

You felt as he guided you to lay on the bed, the mattress soft around your body as you sighed slightly. The sound of familiar clothes falling made your ears perk as you tried to listen to where he was. Soon there was no question as you felt the bed dip, the brush of his leg against yours. He was over you, you could tell by how strong his scent was. How heat practically radiated from him with each arms on the side of your body holding him above you as his lips moved to your ear.

"Can you feel it? This is only the beginning." He whispered as his lips moved over your shoulder. Hands moved to brush hair out of your face, cupping your cheek. The moment was fleeting as his hand went southward, cupping your breast.

You knew his hands well, but feeling them like this was a different experience. His hands were rough, the mark of his life long fight for survival. His decades of using weapons, fighting. You could feel every callous in his fingertips as they sunk into the soft flesh of your chest. His hands were massive, everything about him was big but it was even more noticeable when you could only go off feeling.

Your eyes widened under the silk band, still as dark as ever as you felt his tongue against your other breast. Your mouth opened in a gasp as your nipple was brought past his teeth, pulling gently at the nub that hardened instantly. As his hand bounced and felt up your one breast, his lips and mouth worked the other. Every touch, kiss, bite, it sent pleasure through your body. You felt as if your body was in an abyss, only able to feel and hear him.

You didn't know how long passed. Time didn't exist anymore. He pulled back his lips, your nipple stretching slightly before he released you from his mouth. His hands moved lower, thumbs brushing the curve of your ribcage as he looked down at you, enjoying the look of your parted lips, the way your cheeks burned under the blindfold.

One hand rested on the curve of your waist as you felt the other one move back up, drawing fingers over the length of your neck as if he knew the answer to his next question.

"Tell me, kitten." He said, his voice next to your ear suddenly making your breath catch. His words echoing in the abyss of your mind. "Where do you want my hands next?" He knew the answer. But he wanted to hear you say it. Hear the breathiness in your voice as you responded.

"My neck." You breathed, your own voice sounding so loud in your head. "I want to feel them on my neck." You couldn't stop the shakiness of your words, how needy you sounded. Your mouth was watering and yet felt so dry at the same time.

"Good kitten." He purred, the sound moving down your spine as your felt both of his hands graze your neck. His thumbs brushed the pulse point, his fingers circling gently around the entirety of your neck. "Your heart is beating so fast for me." He whispered as he gently applied pressure. The palms of his hand pressing just right into your neck.

One of his hands moved from your neck, thumb trailing your chin as the other repositioned to continue to apply pressure. He was always careful to not hurt you. Especially when dealing with such a vital part of your being. His thumb pressed against the bottom of your lip, your mouth opening slightly as a reaction. One that he was very pleased with.

Sylus' hand on your neck held you with a firm grip, feeling your pulse against his fingers as your breath started to strain. And even as you began to struggle to breathe, you flicked your tongue out over the thumb at the edge of your lips. You heard him take a sharp breath before pushing his thumb against your tongue. His grip on your neck released slowly, the oxygen entering your lungs almost hurt as you took a deep breath before pulling his fingers deeper into your mouth.

"Want a taste?" He said as he felt your tongue brush against his fingers. His eyes watched your lips as his fingers disappeared past your lips. Your teeth grazed his rough skin, making him groan softly.

His legs pushed your knees apart as his other hand trailed down your stomach and past your hips. You moan was muffled by his hand as his fingers suddenly pressed against your sex, your back arching into him as your mouth opened more. You could hear how wet you had become just from the touches he had given you. Your body welcomed his fingers as two entered you, your moans growing louder as his hand moved out of your mouth. His now wet fingers trailing down your chin, past your neck and to your chest again leaving a trail that made you shiver.

"Maybe I should keep you like this." He breathed, voice growing huskier as he watched you wither under him. Clenching around his fingers as he moved them slow. He wanted you to feel every curve, every inch of his fingers inside you. And as his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad adding much wanted stimulation, you cried out, head arching back. As you felt your body start to reach it's peak, the movement stopped and suddenly you were empty. You whined, gasping as you started to sit up in protest when he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your hand with one hand.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetie." He said, his lips brushing over yours, breath hot against your mouth as his hand flexed against your wrists. You felt the wetness of the other hand trail down the insides of your thighs making your legs shake. His kiss was deep, stealing the breath from your lungs. Teeth pulled at your lip before his tongue moved against yours. You kissed back just as eagerly as you arched against his hold on you, moaning as you felt him only just push you back down onto the bed.

His fingers pushed back inside you, his kisses was getting hungrier as you moved your hips against his hand. He pulled back with a growl, panting softly. "That's it kitten. Fuck the hand you love so much. Tell me sweetie, how often do you think about them?"

Your moan echoed as you felt his fingers curl, a third finger making you arch against him as you felt yourself stretch around the thick fingers.

"Every day." You answered, your voice sounded foreign to your ears. Your head turned as you moaned crying out as he stopped moving his fingers making you thrust yourself against them. "Especially when you wear rings. Or use your gun." His teeth nipped at your ear as his knees spread your legs farther apart as you fucked yourself on his fingers. You were close again. And you were praying to any god that would listen that he would let you cum.

None of them answered though as his hand pulled away again. Frustration was beginning to build as you cried out, whimpering as you tried to follow his hand with your hips, feeling so empty without him inside you.

"You've been doing so good kitten. Don't misbehave now." He teased with a soft chuckle as you found the hand on your lips. You could smell your own scent as you coated his fingers that pushed into your mouth. You moaned around him, your own taste making you blush. "Maybe I should let you pick out some rings for me, then. Or perhaps a new pair of gloves. I notice you tend to blush when I wear the leather ones." He said, his voice tense as you cleaned his fingers.

Distracted by the feeling of your own taste, fingers in your mouth, lips on your ear and hands still pinned above your head, you failed to register the feeling of his cock against your thigh. Not until you felt him begin to enter you, your body feeling like it was being shocked with electricity as you heard his groan against your ear. His hand left your mouth, trailing down again to your throat as he once again wrapped around you but didn't apply pressure. Not yet.

He let you feel every inch of him as he pushed his hips deeper and deeper. His cock stretching you out as your legs shook. You felt him throb inside you, twitch as you clenched around him. And then, as he started to slowly thrust, his hips moving slowly as the room filled with the sound of sex, then he applied that much craved pressure.

Every pore, every atom in your body craved him. He wasn't a want. He was a need. As he pulled out, before he could thrust back in you moved your legs, using your body to gain momentum as you slid down the bed a few inches. catching him off guard, his hand holding your wrists loosened as you forced him deeper into you. Putting yourself at an angle where your legs were nearly above your head, yourself on display. You heard a breathy groan, his breath becoming heavy, strained as the hand on your throat tightened.

"Fuck." He whispered, thrusting back into you. A hand moved to the back of your thigh, pushing your legs farther as he started to fuck you harder. "You're a slut, you know that?" He growled, his hand moving from your throat to your chin as he kissed you roughly, the angle pinning you to the bed completely as he fucked you as deep as he could.

Your body twitched as you screamed in pleasure against the kiss. Your entire body swam with pleasure as you felt him fuck into you as if his life depended on it. His thrusts started to become uneven, his moans heavier as he broke the kiss, biting your lip before he pulled away.

"I'm going to fill you up, sweetie. That's what you want, isn't it?" He said, moaning into your neck. "Then I'm going to make you fuck my hand again."

His words pushed you over the edge as you cried out, your body shaking as you felt yourself clench around him as you released, the coil growing in your core snapping. Sylus moaned, feeling you clamp around him which in turn made him cum deep inside you. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, your legs going numb as you moaned and twitched, your hand curling in his hair as you pulled him into a needy kiss.

Slowly he pulled out, breaking the kiss as he watched as his cum leaked out of you. He continued to hold your legs over your head as like he promised, his fingers entered you, pushing his cum back inside with a thick wet sound. You moaned, gasping. He let your hands moved over his body, hearing your moan as you blindly touched his arms, palms moving over his biceps. Moving to his chest your nails and fingers touched him making him moan faintly. You felt your pussy clamp around his fingers, you felt his cum ooze out of you more as he growled softly.

"Keep doing that and I'll have to fill you up again." He growled and you whimpered gasping. Your breath heavy as you felt your body overwhelmed by sensations. His thumb pushed against your clit, his fingers curling inside you as you were spiraled into another orgasm.

Your body arched off the bed as you cried out his name, body shaking as the wave crashed over you. His hand didn't stop, continuing until you were done twitching before he pulled his hand away, slowly helping you put your legs back down on the bed. He pulled you close against him, his fingers once again at your lips as you cleaned the mixture of fluids off of his hand for one last time.

"Keep your eyes closed, let your eyes adjust first." He said softly as he reached to untie the blindfold slowly. His voice warm like a blanket over your numb body. As the silk fell you could see the reflection of oranges and shadows against the inside of your eyelids. You slowly blinked your eyes open, quickly finding his looking down at you. Such a warm expression compared to the things he just did to you.

His lips gently pressed against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing against your lip. As he pulled away his nose brushed against yours, looking into your eyes.

"Later, feel free to use my card to buy some new rings for me. I do quite like your taste." He said as he watched you blush and then he chuckled. "Oh, you thought I was kidding? No, sweetie. I want to give you even more of a reason to be captivated by my hands."

#love and deepspace #sylus #lads #lads sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x reader #l&ds #hands #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #sylus fanfic

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purple-paige-purple · 20 days ago

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my main pazzi evidence!

hey guys, people have been asking me to give me reasoning as to why i think pazzi is real so here ya go. there is A LOT more i could say and a ton more evidence but imma try to piece my basic thoughts together explain as much as i can consicely.

1. their general vibe

ok lemme say first of all, the thing that pisses me off most about pazzi deniers is that they dont acknowledge hard evidence. like hand placement, eye contact, the "is it spit" video, etc. but the thing that's the absolute kicker to me is their entire vibe around each other.

i think the animal letter/pillow video is a really good example of this. start by imagining how you would play that game with your friends, even your closest friends of ten years. would you giggle at them and smile at them the way that p + a look at/talk to each other? probably not. (and if you do, babes im gonna hold your hand when i tell you this...) the entire video was just not something you'd expect from friends AT ALL.

also. the way paige's ENTIRE demeanor changes near azzi. duuuuude its so adorable. any time she's talking to azzi, and even sometimes when azzi is within earshot, paige's voice softens SUBSTANTIALLY and she becomes more thoughtful and calm. an example of this would be kk's (second) crumbl live in the bedroom, when azzi walks in and all of a sudden paige is now giggling quietly as opposed to cracking up loudly like she was before. i think its the whole "calming presence" idea and p + a really both are each other's anchor.

also u don't go on a cruise with your best friend and act the way they acted (and posted).

2. the hard evidence

the aforementioned "is it spit" video. like bro. no matter what the fuck azzi said, what paige responded was extremely suggestive, and azzi's reaction to it just proves that. paige we know that ur faggot ass's favorite tongue movement to lets just take a chill pill on live tv (jk pls dont stop keep feeding our delulu pazzi shipper asses)

another piece of hard evidence: "happy birthday to the precious princess 💗" OK PAIGE WE KNOW SHES UR WIFE. paige wanted to say "my precious princess" so bad its so obvious

paige and azzi also have not shut down ANY rumors or even spoken on the subject of their suspected relationship. instead, i would go so far as to say they've fed into it, the posts about each other, the continuous posting of the "💗" emoji even though the entire internet has a suspicion about what it means. this also ties into the fact that they do have social media, paige is active a lot, their teammates are active, and they definitely (no matter how) seeing these pazzi edits. they are OUT THERE and even the announcers know it.

ice and kk's faces whenever p + a are flirting got me ctfu every time. ice does not try to hide it AT ALL and even though i think kk tries, once in a while she makes a face (the interview where she is in the middle of them)

3. no other relationships/their dynamic

lets be generous to the deniers and say that they've only had smth (a relationship, whether it be serious or not) since 2021. they have not been with anyone since. i will say it again. they have not been with anyone since. with their popularity and how gorgeous/attractive they both are, i feel like if they were seen close with anyone, we would know about it. fine, someone could say they are just both locking in to school and bball, but i really just think p + a work so well together and basically have the same schedule so there is pretty much no negatives to them being together, therefore no reason why it would take away from school/bball. i think they are each other's person and really just compliment each other so well (opposites attract!)

basically the way they act is not how "just friends" act. i dont make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

ok so thats my basic thoughts. i could LITERALLY go on for pages (and i will if you guys want!) just let me know (send me an ask or smth) and ill make more posts with more evidence and just basically debriefing it. ok thank u girlypops for listening to my ted talk

ps. thank you to @elliesglock for debriefing some of the uconn lives, pls continue bc they are so fun to read and u have such good thoughts on everything!

#paige buckets #uconn huskies #uconn women's basketball #paige x azzi #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers #pazzi #uconn wbb #azzi fudd #azzi35 #pazzi is real #pazzi crumbs #p + a #ava's evidence

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dyinggirldied · 7 months ago

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Holy Trinity and the flags I assigned them (for fun)

Some spoilers for SCTIR though.

Cale Henituse: red flag 🚩

Reasons: red is his iconic color; red hair, reddish-brown eyes, red blood that he coughs when he says he's fine, red flag to his enemies but the best greenest flag to his families and allies ❤️

Kim Dokja: death flag 🏴 💀

Reasons: i would rather call it the D- flag for these Dokja's associations: depression, death and (craving for YJH's) dick but death flag is more of his calling. he dooms himself. He is a tragedy in the making.

It could have been a rainbow flag but it was buried deep underneath and because gay sex alone could not save Dokja, rest in pieces you wonderful, suicidal squid 🦑 😈

Han Yoojin: rainbow flag 🏳️‍🌈

Reasons: his favorite color is hot pink, like sweet food but insists he isn't, saying he only views a certain Mr. Sung as useful skill but wanting and successful changing their dynamics from skill-item to business partners (then to child-raising partner). They have role-play prince and princess.

Act like a jealous girlfriend when that same man ghosting him and decides to give his partner a countdown until he blows up his place (and he follows through with the threat). Has a son with his partner that he carries for months near his heart. Canonically wears rose-pattern veil to hide his face and corset when going undercover.

Dumping wine over each other's head. Lighting each other's cigarette through a burning rose.

Crashing Hyunjae's (forced) wedding with another woman.

Wearing cheongsam.

Laying on bed with both Hyunjae and Taewon while wondering what terms to write for his will.

Yoojin cannot keep his eyes away from Taewon's chest. Many men are obsessed with Yoojin, his brother included. A Japanese S rank hunter even convinced Yoojin is his mother reincarnated.

He also says Hyunjae is his type directly to the man's face.

Yoojin promises to go on an aquarium date with Hyunjae and will buy ice cream for him (geunseo-nim please im begging you let them go on that date please 🙏)

#i ended up going obverboard with yoojin's part #but im in my yoojin deserves more love era so sorry not sorry #han yoojin #sung hyunjae #jinjae #my s class hunters #sctir #tsctir #sctir spoilers #s classes that i raised #the s classes that i raised #cale henituse #lcf #tcf #kim dokja #orv #holy trinity #holy trinity manhwa

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erwinsvow · 11 months ago

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no but like imagine kook!reader coming to save jj at the midsummer like a ‘princess in shining amour’ and jj’s not only relishing in it, topper and kelce are peeved but rafe is seething seeing his girl friend with her arm wrapped around jj’s bicep, gently pulling him away from his little ambush of the blond pogue.

"why is it always like this? why can't you guys behave for once? are you not embarrassed? i'm ashamed on your behalf," you lecture, standing in between jj and your three idiotic best friends.

it seemed nothing ever changed with them, no matter how much they insisted they would stop giving pogues a hard time and just act normal for once.

you were angry, rightfully so, since there was nothing you hated more than when rafe took out his anger on jj, just because the two of you were friends, just because you didn't despise jj the way he did.

but why would you? your other girl friends always bought weed from him, and he was always sweet and charming and funny. he hadn't done anything to incite rafe's anger besides talk to you, and you were sick of dealing with it. after all, if rafe didn't have the nerve to just ask you out, you weren't gonna deal with his possessive crap.

you progress into cursing them out, smacking top's arm when he tries to interrupt, keep an arm on jj's chest to push him away when rafe gets him riled up again.

"please, just stop, rafe, you're being such a dick-"

"yeah rafe, c'mon, listen to your girl here. thanks for the save, princess, i mean your little friends here are out for my hide-" jj starts, holding the hand on his chest and taking it into his own, and rafe lunges towards him again.

"shut up, fuckin' pogue, don't touch her-"

"seriously, get it together. god." you finish finally, turning back to apologize to jj again. he's bleeding from his lip, a huge bruise on his face. you think your friends did this, turning back to shoot them one last dirty look. "do you need ice, jj? i can go get some."

"sure thing. thanks princess." you wrap your hand around jj, leading him away back towards the bar. jj turns back around to say something else but you lean in close, whispering something in his ear that makes the blond smile. he wraps his arm around your shoulder, hand on your exposed skin, bringing you into a hug while walking out.

"he's got some fucking nerve," topper starts, fixing his tie and staring back at rafe for his reaction.

"what the hell was that? now she's friends with maybank?" kelce asks, but rafe ignores them both, talking mostly to himself.

"friends? with maybank? over my dead fuckin' body. yeah, i'll fuckin' see about that."

#this prompt is so so so lovely but i fear this was a bit mediocre #i promise to include this in the full length fic if i ever write it babe<3 #thank you so much for requesting angel #rafe cameron #kook trio reader

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bizbat · 1 year ago

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Those Jason crush hcs were so funny (obvi they were cute too) butJason getting so embarrassed he tried to crawl outside with 4 bullet holes and half his blood outside his body was such a mood. Me too dude. Can we have some more of him being delulu about his crush? It was so deliciously embarrassing and funny. What would happen if his wifey/husbando was just boldly was like- “Jason we're not dating, why would you think we were? We're not even having sex?”

EVEN MORE! When They're In Love Headcanons - Jason Todd

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Fem terms used for reader.

~ Mild smut alluded to but nothing explicit.

~ You can find parts One, Two, and Three here!

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ This is gonna be mostly fic bc I am running out of ideas lol. This took an inappropriate amount of time to write omg

~ Jay is kinda toxic so Tw: Unhealthy Relationships Dynamics, mentions of having children, slight violence, Jason is a freak and reader is tired.

By now, I've made it clear that this man is deep in the delusion.

But I haven't really gone into detail in what I mean by that.

I mean he'll say something teasing in jest, and if you reciprocate that energy even the tiniest bit, he will take that and run with it.

Though that's not even solid, bc if you take everything he says literally, he'd still think you're playing along.

Jason could make a joke with someone and not gaf about their response, but you could say the exact same thing as the person he joked with and he'd get heart eyes.

So far, I've kinda been writing with an oblivious reader in mind but a reader who knows all of Jason's delusions would pretty interesting lol.

You'd probably overhear him talking to Roy or Dick about your "date" last night.

Read: He broke into your apartment while you were at work and surprised you with chinese takeout when you got home.

I think if you confronted him about his delusions, he'd be willfully ignorant, and act like he doesn't know what you mean.

~ Drabble Starts Here. ~

Lian seems so happy, you can't bring yourself to be the bearer of bad news.

You're sat beside the little girl at her even littler table, the handle of a plastic teacup loosely gripped between your thumb and forefinger, your pinky high up in the air. The smile on your face is sincere as she mindlessly babbles, pouring sugar water into your cup.

You can't help but grimace when she encourages you and her stuffed animals to drink up, and you can't help but feel like the girl is being somewhat malicious when she seemingly starts interrogating you, only to push the cup of surgery water back to your lips whenever you to to answer her litany of, frankly, over-personal questions.

Some of the questions you don't mind, they're about as pure and unassuming as the pink princess tiara laying crookedly atop her head. It's when she asks if you and Jason are gonna get married and have babies with the most deadpan face you've ever seen on a child, that finally makes you choke on the (syrup) water.

"Excuse me?!" You ask, wiping away the mess on your face with a embroidered napkin and desperately trying not to hack up the rest of the beverage, undissolved grains of sugar still residing in the back of your throat. "Why would we do that?" You manage between coughs.

Lian glances towards Jason, who is sat at the table across from the two of you, his knees tucked up to his chest, as he hides his face behind his miniature teacup, though it's mostly ineffective, as the cup looks like a shot glass in his massive hand. Lian innocently looks back to you, as if you were the one who'd asked the more confusing question.

"Uncle Jay said you were dating. Isn't that what happens when people date?"

You crane your neck as you slowly turn your head towards Jason, who is avoiding your ice cold gaze like his life depended on it. "Oh, really?" You ask Lian through gritted teeth, though your gaze is solidly planted on Jason. "Did he now?"

"Mm-hmm," The small girl cheerfully nods her head, the dark braids framing either side of her face swinging from the force of her enthusiasm. "He told me you guys were gonna have a bunch of kids so I could have more people to play with!"

You can't help but stare incredulously at the child as she explains. By now, Jason's put down the cup, giving up at his attempt to hide behind it and simply covering his mouth with his hand, sitting silently like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs as he waits for you to start chewing him out. But it never comes.

"You are, right? I really want more friends." Lian's pleading is almost enough to make you change your mind and agree right there. Almost. As if sensing that she hasn't fully convinced you, Lian continues, going on and on about how she would be a really really good big sister or cousin if you had babies, or how much she's always wanted to go to a wedding, and how pretty you'd be as a bride, and-

She knows better than to continue when you gently raise your hand, as if you're silently saying "That's enough, Lian, please stop talking." You do feel a little remorseful as the girl's once happy demeanor changes to a shyer, more somber at the apparent rejection. You sigh and roll your eyes, finishing of the tiny cup of, what is now, pure sugar. "Maybe someday, Lian."

You put your hand up again, bracing her for the next part of your sentence when you see her start to get riled up again. "But absolutely no promises. Uncle Jay and I need to have a very important conversation later about it, though." That's enough to please Lian, as she goes right back to asking you other invasive questions that have nothing to do with your love life.

Jason, though happily surprised by your answer, stays silent over the next few hours. He honestly forgets you were ever even mad at him to begin with. It's not until you leave and the sky turns that familiar dark red, that you punch Jason in the arm as hard as possible, which, in all honesty, he can't really feel.

Though he does wince and hold his arm in the place where you hit him, to keep your ego intact if nothing else.

"What was that for?!" He dramatically gasps, pouting as he rubs the "sore" spot on his upper arm. Somewhere in the back of your mind you recognize it's kinda cute that he plays into your delusions. Just a little.

"Why would you tell Lian of all people we're dating?!" Your hand subtly clenches by your side, though you try to hide the slight pain punching him gave you, at the end of the day, Jason was raised by a detective. "Why would you even say that when you know it's not true?!"

"First of all," He starts, grabbing your hand. "I tell everyone we're dating." He starts soothing your sore knuckles as he tugs you towards your apartment building. He's so confident as he speaks it's genuinely bewildering. "And second, we are dating."

When he sees the utterly gobsmacked look on your face he continues. "We go on dates," (he just shows up at your home once a week. "We get gifts for each other," (he got you a stray kitten he rescued off the street and he steals your underwear). "We have sex-"

"Okay, number one: No we don't," You say, holding your hand out in front of you just like you did with Lian. "Number two: No we don't," You can almost see his eyes glaze over. He listens to every other thing you say, but when you're telling him your not together? That's when he tunes out.

"And number three: that only happened once!" It comes out a harsh whisper. Your face and ears feel hot with embarrassment, but Jason just shrugs. "Three times, actually, but who's counting?" Jason has a sweet, intentionally dopey looking smile.

You're left speechless by his demeanor. "Just kiddin' . . . I'm counting." He thinks the awkward, bewildered silence is hilarious. So he just keeps talking. "I mark it down in my calendar . . . Celebrate it once a month . . . Might get the dates tattooed."

"Jason." You interrupt.

"Hmm?"

"Go home." He looks over and realizes you're both in front of your apartment door, having talked the whole way. Again, he shrugs, pulling a spare key out of his pocket and moving to unlock your door. "Oh my fucking g-"

"What?" He stops, holding up the key midair. "What's wrong?" "Jason," You groan, rubbing your temples. "Why do you have a key to my apartment?" By now you shouldn't be so surprised, but you are. "Oh, this?" He hold up the key, equally confused that you would even ask. "I had one made when we started dating. How did you think I get in for our dates?"

He can almost smell the exhaustion wafting off you at this point. "Plus I live here."

"Jason you don't-"

"I'm just busy! I know, I know, I should be home more, but when I'm blah blah blah." No longer unused to his inane ramblings, you unlock the door and push past him. You don't even stop him when he follows you inside, still going on about his delusions. You just roll your eyes when he takes of his shoes and jacket and tosses them aside like they he really does live there.

"You shouldn't make dinner, you've had a long day, we can order-"

He's interrupted by yet another sigh. "Jason," you begin, plopping down on the couch. He shuts up and listens intently to every sound coming from your mouth. "I just . . ." You sit up straight. "You don't live here, you're a stalker, and we are not dating." Jason nods as you talk, slowly, as if he's taking in what you said.

"I . . . I understand. I really am sorry I've upset you, but," He kneels on the ground in front of you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. "I am not a stalker." He's incredulous, and you're tired. At this point, what more can you do beside oblige him and his delusions. You sigh again, a deep, deep sigh that instantly drains you of the rest of your energy and makes you deflate into the couch. "Okay, Jay," You say, undressing as you stand and begin walking back to your room. "You win, you're my boyfriend. Goodnight."

Jason just happily nods as he watches you walk to bed. "Yeah, yeah, I win." He's just happy you finally came to your senses. "Night!" He happily calls after you.

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organicxslime · 1 year ago

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☆how they take care of you when you’re sick (gojo, geto, nanami)☆

「GOJO」 is going to baby the hell out of you.

The minute he finds out his darling s/o is sick, he's off to the pharmacy to pick up literally every medication known to man. If you're cold, you better believe he's dressing you in one of his oversized hoodies and piling blanket after blanket on top of you. Are you hungry? He's off to the convenience store to buy as many sweet treats and savory snacks as he can carry, teleporting back to your living room in a hurricane of sticky buns and bags of chips. Nothing will keep him away from you, either - your snotty nose and wet cough are no deterrent for Gojo, and he's cuddling you and kissing your feverish forehead every chance he gets. "My poor sick baby," he coos, dragging you onto his lap and letting you curl up against his chest.

(Of course, this means he gets sick as soon as you're better, and you have to baby him right back because he's acting like he's dying.)

「GETO」 has more than enough experience dealing with various illnesses from taking care of Mimiko and Nanako, so expect to get near-perfect treatment.

When you're hanging your head over the toilet in the middle of the night, retching up the last of the bile in your stomach, he's right beside you, holding back your hair and gently rubbing your back. He'll wipe your mouth off with a wet rag, giving you a cup of water to rinse your mouth out with and leading you back to bed. When you wake the next morning, he's already been to the store and back, anti-nausea and fever reducing medication at the ready. He'll lay in bed with you all day, holding you in his arms and pressing an ice pack to your forehead while you watch trash T.V. and eat whatever take-out you think you'll be able to keep down. When you're vomiting again minutes later, crying and apologizing for making him deal with this, he bears a gentle smile and tells you "Let me take care of you, sweet girl."

(He absolutely refuses to let you take care of him when he catches your nasty cold, but doesn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips when you gently untangle his hair, matted from days of laying in bed.)

「NANAMI」 will cater to your every whim... but he's treating it like serious business.

Instead of endless snacks and sweets, he's laser-focused on cooking you healthy meals that are easy on your stomach and designed to help your body fight off the illness. He won't allow you to sit in your own sick for days on end, insisting that you bathe despite your weak protests (but he will run you a warm bath and kneel beside you as you soak, washing your hair for you because you're too tired to do it yourself.) His attitude softens when he sees you curled up in bed at the end of the day, cheeks flushed red from your fever and dark circles lining your under-eyes from exhaustion, and this is when he'll crawl into bed with you. Spooning you, he wraps an arm around your middle, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and murmuring "Feel better soon, princess."

(When Nanami inevitably falls ill after this, he'll bear it stoically... but he doesn't mind when you feed him warm soup and let him rest his aching head on your chest.)

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heywardsdoll · 5 months ago

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pope is fun to watch while you get ice cream. he's got this look on his face of pure joke as he asks for two scoops of vanilla. he was so kind about it too, a little smile on his face.

you watch him carefully, taking a scoop of your own oreo-chocolate scoop paired with a blueberry-flavoured scoop. you lick the spoon carefully, doe eyes fluttering his way. you've got on a tiny pink skirt, and a crop top that says, 'pretty girl.' it's a bit too much you know, but you liked being extra. and you especially liked the way the oreo melts on your tongue, and the blueberry gives you a bit of a kick.

see tonight you weren't really supposed to get ice cream with him, not with your parents watching, but you were fidgeting so much he really took one look at you and decided that you needed that ice cream. really, it's fun being a kook princess and toy with a boy, but with pope you feel something else.

you feel bad when your friends bring him up as little collateral damage. you hate it when they mention the way he's so simple in your extravagant life. you hate the way that they laugh at how he isn't 100% sure how to tuck in his button-shirt. but pope's enough, and somehow he feels so much real than anything you ever have known.

to your parents he's your tutor, someone to help you get your grades up. really, they don't even know you're getting the best grades in the class, no all they see is the dumb ditzy play that you show them. or even worse the burned-out gifted kid act. it was easy to get him in your room to make out with him when you're under a guise. the only thing that makes it worse is how good he is at playing it.

to you, he's your secret pogue boyfriend. a little dirty secret, someone that was fit perfectly for you in a way you never expected. you'd met him first in a small competition in the neighbourhood.

the only time the two of you were almost caught was when you had been so engrossed in kissing him you didn't notice your dad walking up the stairs to your room. it was then you had to fix your hair, and wipe the pink lipgloss off of pope's lips only to go back to pretending you were going over theories about john locke, and thomas hobbes regarding the social contract. he was so smooth about it, but you couldn't help but see the way his mouth twitched into a small grin, or the way his hand was stroking you under your stockings.

of course, you liked that he was so good at this, but you still remembered the times when pope was shy. he was always stammering but now he's mastered the act of hiding it. you hate it, sort of, but it's moments like this where you can forget it all. a small ice cream date.

pope quickly looks at you, his smile growing when he sees you watching. theres amusement in his grin and you can't help but blush just a bit. dumb love, god you loved being stupid. when he finally heads closer in your direction you bite your lip and get on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.

he breaks away, a surprised look on his face, "hey, what was that for?"

you can't help but mewl as you grab onto his bicep, "can't i kiss my boyfriend?"

and just in pope fashion, he immediately puts his hands around his waist, humming softly "of course you can. it just took me by surprise," pope murmurs reassuringly, resting his head on yours. you fit perfectly next to him, and it almost catches your breath how casually you belong with him.

finally he got you to sit next to him, a love seat of a sofa. you looked at him, the silence getting the best of you as you lean closer to him. you dreamed of him like this in a year. you could see him in your little house, and he'd come every night with a happy sloppy smile and you'd get to hug him every damn night. you'd give pope a dazzling smile, dropping everything to get to him.

it's those thoughts that plague you now when graduation coming up. no longer will pope be your tutor, really what will you tell your parents? what will he tell his friends? you don't realise your sniffing until you feel pope's hand trail closer to your face.

"you know i can't believe you got a oreo flavored ice cream scoop. i didn't even know it was a thing—" pope's rambled off, before he looked back at you. you were stone cold, a lump in your throat as you look away, biting your lip to stop the flood of emotions.

"hey?" pope taps your head gently, his voice barely a murmer, "what's wrong bambi?"

"i don't want things to change," you murmur, barely above a whisper, your voice betraying you. the thought of graduation—of the real world waiting just outside your small bubble—makes your chest tighten. "i like it like this... just us."

"i like this too," pope murmured, "i like this alot," he grins before his face carves in noticing you weren't smiling. suddenly he's lifted you back into your lap, and touched a lock of your hair. you purse your lips trying not to look at him.

his voice is like a beam of light, like a beam of hope. you know your ice cream is melting, you know you're wasting a moment of good in your life, but this feeling of fear is crushing your chest.

"oh bambi, we'll figure it out. we always do."

you shake your head, shuddering. his hands wrapped around your shoulders, and pope peppered light kisses on your face, "look, i know things are complicated with your parents and our friends and all that... but i don’t care about any of that stuff. i care about you."

you shake your head again, voice soft and barely a whisper, "no, but what about after this? when i’m off to college, and you’re… i don’t know, doing whatever genius thing you’re going to end up doing?"

pope sighed, his hand, rough yet familiar, traces small circles on your back, soothed you as they always did, "i can't tell you what'll happen after we graduate but—this is real. i don’t want to lose it either."

you sniffle, trying not to cry again. "but what if—"

you can't imagine a life without him, and your head is running circles around you but pope gives you a proper look before cutting you off. he kisses you, deep and soft. he tastes like cold ice vanilla ice cream, and when pope pulls back you feel a calm.

"okay," you said softly, your hands anchored on the collar of his button-up, "so we’ll figure it out?"

"yeah," he replies, his voice a little lighter now, like he’s trying to pull you out of your head. his eyes are bright and soft. "and if not... we can always go back to pretending we’re talking about hobbes and locke." he smirked, and you can’t help but laugh, remembering how you almost got caught with him last week. "it worked pretty well before, right?"

"god, you're such a nerd," you laugh, wiping your tears.

"you wouldn't have it any other way," pope muttered, grabbing you closer to give you a closed-mouth kiss. he's all warm and fuzzy, and you can't help but swatt him away.

just you and him sounds good.

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leafa-blog · 3 months ago

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“DAY 1 REGENCY”

"Hearts in High Society"

— And I tell you no!-

— Could you stop being so irrational? — I speak with total parsimony.

— Irrational me?! Ha! Please- he was angry, his face showed it — Didn't you just hear that they are saying that I am not fit to take care of my kingdom! And you tell me that I am being irrational with that!-

— Prince, you know better than anyone that you are still a minor and the council cannot let you lead the kingdom just by your own good will, you must earn the merit of being a good sovereign - he tried to make the young man lower the fury that was trying to emerge inside him.

— hahahahahaha apparently cousin I think they saw that you are a chick so you can manage your kingdom as you wish! hahahaha-

— You better shut up Grimmjow!! If you don't want to!-

— If I don't want to, what?! Aha - he began to tease him - come on if you dare, you know very well that you still can't beat me even if you want to! You're a kid who still has a long way to go to defeat me! - he smiled arrogantly.

— Damn you!! How the hell did you end up being my relative!! You'll see!-

— Prince, that's enough - he raised his voice - now you understand why the council gave the instruction…-

— Damn if I know! Until I come of age you will be the Regent!!! Tsk! - he said, clicking his tongue trying to calm down as much as he could — it's just that I'm very upset, my father has died, the king is three meters underground! And they talk about who will lead the kingdom while we are still in mourning!! That's what has me pissed off, you'll see these old men of the Council! They are even looking for me already engaged to have offspring in the kingdom, shit! Don't they know that I have already chosen the princess of the Ice Kingdom?! She is the one I will marry, not another woman from God knows what kingdom it will be! -

— Prince Kurosaki, Princess Rukia is a good choice, and if you ask me I did not ask to be the regent, but you know well that I have served your father for many years, who trusted in my skills as a strategist and my knowledge despite my young age at that time, if I can argue it is likely that those are the reasons why I was chosen; regarding your relationship with Princess Rukia, you cannot choose until you turn twenty-one, and there are only two years left for that to happen, the princess you have chosen thinks that you could perhaps be the right choice, if you do not like the idea then you can simply dismiss him when he comes of age-

—For who you are Ulquiorra, are you talking a lot today? Is there something you're hiding from me?-

— Of course not, it's just that he's looking for answers and I'm trying to make him see reason and calm down, he can't keep acting like a little boy and fighting while arguing with Duke Grimmjow -

— Ulquiorra, why are you wasting your time with this idiot Ichigo? You know very well that if he is not suitable, the kingdom becomes mine! Hahahaha - he laughed loudly, while the orange-haired boy sharpened his gaze — Come on, don't look at me like that Ichigo, you know I'm joking, but seriously, your advisor is right, you won't achieve anything if you keep getting angry like you do-

— bu…-

— But nothing! before you continue, do you want me to list the reasons why you have not been taken into account and have been relegated while you reach the age to assume the throne? - he looked at the hazel-eyed boy who was frowning once again - One, that face you are putting on right now is the main factor, as the future king nothing should bother you! Two, you make a scandal with little things, I screw you over every five minutes and you are trying to hit me or say something, three you scream for every idiocy that happens around you, four despite your age you have not shown that you have merits of honor, come on, you are not going to rule if you have not even gone hunting with Kaien, commanding the squad of knights that he has, at this point at least one conquest or help to your people you should have made, I could continue listing, your infatuation with the Ice Princess is not the problem, it is her kingdom, if you marry her, you must open the policies between both kingdoms, and you well know that Byakuya Kuchiki He is not someone who is easily bent, you must start getting along with your brother-in-law if you want to open an improvement in politics and trade in both kingdoms- After listing each point with his fingers in front of the boy, he looked at his friend.

— You must accept that leaving Ulquiorra as regent is a good idea, maybe you will learn a thing or two about how to rule the kingdom with a cool head, it does not always have to be heart, you know well that reason is what must prevail, you have my support, but you must EARN IT, and that of all the old geezers on the council too–

— Duke Grimmjow is right, if he doesn't prove that he is capable of running the kingdom, then I'm afraid they will look for someone else who can do it-

— But there's no one else with royal blood, apart from me, Grimmjow and even Kaien!, and as far as I know, both of them won't do it, they respected my father too much to do something like that? Who the hell could take my place then?!- he snapped angrily again.

—The fact that you don't know beyond these two doesn't mean that there aren't more legitimate heirs to the throne, even if they marry one of your sisters and a boy is born, he would be the future heir while a regent other than me governs - his advisor sighed, thinking that he was getting nowhere with all this.

— Look Ichigo, you must understand that you must learn to behave, the kingdom is not a toy and you know it, sometimes you must rule with an iron fist, sometimes you must be impartial and other times you must think of strategies that achieve the best benefit, do not think that everything is rosy, you are almost an adult, you know what wars are and what happens in them, not in vain I have scars all over my body to tell you how raw they are, we are 10 years older than you, that is why we are speaking to you this way, understand once and for all that you more than anyone must learn to use every aspect that makes a king great!-

— Sometimes I'm surprised at how much Grand Duke Grimmjow has matured, it seems like it was just yesterday that I pulled him out of the mud when he fell while playing with his dog -

The blue-haired boy looked at him in astonishment as a blush of embarrassment rose across his face. "Shut up, idiot! Don't talk nonsense!"

— It's okay, I understand - he let out a sigh - it's just that I thought I could... that they would have more confidence in me, but I see that it wasn't like that... I feel like I've disappointed my father - he said a little melancholically.

— King Ishin would be proud of how he's taking all this pressure, trust me-

— Thank you Ulquiorra, you and Grimmjow have been the closest thing to brothers I've ever had, I'm grateful that you're here supporting me despite everything- he smiled at both of them.

Grimmjow with a smug smile and Ulquiorra the hint of a ghost smile that appeared on his face, showed the trust and friendship they had for each other despite not saying it very often, between them there was respect and affection in their own way.

— Well, then, Mr. Regent, what should I do to learn from you? — he said, smiling.

— Believe me, this is an honor, but a great responsibility, and I hope that the two years will pass soon so that the true heir can be returned to his rightful place.

— Father, is this necessary?

—What's bothering you, my dear? — he looked at his daughter as she paced around the large throne room.

— It's just that... I thought... well... actually... - she tried to speak coherently but she was afraid of making her father angry, he was a very good man, he always was with her, but he was also a king and as such he was ruthless and powerful when he wanted to be.

— Come on, sit next to me, calm down and tell me what's wrong. — Although her voice sounded authoritative, it was tinged with affection.

— I'm sorry, father, but is it necessary for us to go to that kingdom? To… to meet my fiancé? - a blush rose on her cheeks — I… I don't think that… it's a good idea- her voice was getting lower and lower.

— I understand, but the kingdom of Soul Society sent me a letter, I know that the king recently passed away and that the heir cannot rule his kingdom yet, but they have chosen a Regent and from what I know he is someone very capable even for his age, I would like to know the truth and exchange some ideas with him, but you are right a union is very hasty, you are barely seventeen, although if you ask me I married your mother when she was your age and you look like her when I met her-

That made the young woman feel very good, as she was having many doubts about her future. Would she marry without love? Honestly, it was not in her plans to do so, but that is why she needed to know who the young man was that they wanted to marry her in the future.

— But still, father, you and mom got married in love, didn't you?

— Well, if you're right- he put his hands on his daughter's- let's do something, let's take the invitation, meet the young man and if it seems good to you and you approve it, you go ahead, if not, then we'll see what we can do with that kingdom, in any case we have trade to offer and political ties without the need for a real union, although if that were the case, it could strengthen our kingdoms further- he mentioned calmly.

— Okay, I think we can go and I'll give Prince Kurosaki a chance… if he's not what I want… then I won't continue with this - she looked at her father - thank you for always being so understanding - she hugged him tenderly while he returned the hug and kissed her head.

— Your mother would be proud of how much you have grown and matured — she said in the middle of the hug.

— Thank you…- he moved away a little, looking into his father's deep brown eyes - and when do we leave? -

— In three months, the regent appointed by the council has been in power for six months, but it seems that there are still things that he is handling and it will take that long for them to be able to attend to us, even though the invitation arrived much earlier -

— I understand, I imagine it must be hard for him, if you say he is still young, how old will he be? -

— From what I know of some of the emissaries, it seems that he is a young man of about twenty-seven years old, also that he is someone who has a particular face and also has a cold and distant appearance - he laughed quietly when he remembered something - it even seems that they call him Empty Prince or something like that -

His daughter also laughed when she heard what her father said. "For someone so young, he shouldn't be like this." She put her hand on his lips. "Maybe it would be good if we could invite him here sometime, maybe we could show him that there is nothing good inside the Void. I would even ask Nelliel for help for that."

— Daughter, stop the mischief, okay? -

— Okay, dad, whatever you say -

They both laughed complicitly, they loved each other and that was what was important, they were always there for each other, understanding every aspect that their status as royalty allowed them, before their kingdom "Las Noches" they were very loved, the king's implacability, his intelligence and his power as a sovereign was greatly admired, and his loving and big-hearted daughter was the perfect combination to reign over them, it is because of them that no other kingdom had faced them before or ever, because King Sousuke Aizen had been the best king that had arrived in a long time.

— Welcome to our lands, King Aizen and Princess Orihime — he greeted politely and bowed appropriately to the greeting before royalty.

— The pleasure is our Regent Ulquiorra Cifer - he greeted politely giving a small smile, he looked around and when his daughter was at his side he took her hand.

— A pleasure, Mr. Cifer - the princess's greeting was not long in coming, lifting the hem of her dress slightly and bowing slightly.

— The honor is ours, princess - he looked directly into the young woman's hazel eyes - comments do not do justice to your beauty, without a doubt, not even the most beautiful paintings and poems of the hills facing the cliffs with the ocean as a muse could match your true beauty -

The young woman in question could not hide the blush that settled on her cheeks, she had met many young men as part of the etiquette of royalty, some who even at this point were still pretending to get her to marry, but no one had spoken to her with such subtlety, without ignoring the deep voice of the young man in front of her, not to mention matching his beautiful appearance, his hair as black as night and those eyes, with an incredible tone as green as the thick forests in front of his kingdom, without a doubt she was also amazed by his presence, so much so that she could not even articulate a response to the young man's flattery.

— My dear? - the king looked at his daughter, one did not have to be wise to be able to observe the impact that the Regent had in front of her, internally he knew how to appreciate that the young man had a very good education and even good taste - he raised his hand in front of his lips and cleared his throat - this to bring his daughter out of her reverie.

— Eh?! Oh I'm… I'm sorry! - she said sadly, hiding her face behind the fan she was holding. Her father chuckled.

— Don't worry...- the black-haired man tried to sound friendly, he was about to continue but the trumpets were heard announcing the next visitor. Everyone looked in the direction where a large white carriage with golden lines was stopping, right where King Aizen's carriage had been before.

— What? - he asked quietly without showing it, he was confused.

Announcing the kingdom's crier, he mentioned the names of the other visitors

—His Royal Highness of the Ice Kingdom, the Heir to the Throne Kuchiki Byakuya and Princess Rukia have arrived!!- was heard, while those mentioned got off the carriage.

Both wearing matching white outfits, with some black lines on their suits, they looked imposing, elegant and overly refined.

— I didn't know we wouldn't be the only guests, the letter we received didn't mention that this was a party - said the King, looking from the corner of his eye at the Regent who returned his gaze.

— A thousand apologies, Your Majesty— he bowed deeply— I'm afraid I wasn't careful and put both dates together, but don't worry, believe me, you're more than welcome— he clenched his fist without anyone noticing how upset he was, because he knew very well that he had been very meticulous, and the fact that they were here only meant one thing, and that was that the crown prince had put his hands in this matter.

The good thing about his face not showing much of the emotions was good, so no one would know that he was about to explode in anger, never but never would he make an affront of that type to any king! I mean, everyone deserves respect and sending sovereigns an invitation to hospitality for several days at the same time was not what should be done, each sovereign deserved time and dedication, as he said, it was only done that way at parties, events where several rulers could meet with the characteristic of first seeing how the kingdoms were composed and making sure firsthand the magnitude of power they possessed in each of them, of course it was also the perfect moments to exchange sons and daughters in exchange for ties with themselves, and clearly as in this case, it was not precisely that, but it was a way to try to open relations with the Kingdom of Nights, but now with this mess how to show the King that they are a serious nation that seeks the best alternatives to cooperate and unite their ties in terms of politics and trade.

King Aizen stepped closer to the nobility who had arrived right in front of them.

— Prince Byakuya -

— King Aizen -

They looked at each other intensely, some knew that there was a kind of rivalry between the two kingdoms, but not to the point of war at least.

— It's a pleasure to see you in good health, the Crown Prince said.

— I say the same, and how is your father? I have heard that he no longer travels because of his health, that he is a little delicate - I speak slowly - I will ask the gods for his speedy recovery-

— I appreciate it, you're right, you're no longer up for these long trips, so I'm taking on these roles that apparently will soon be my complete responsibility-

— Your Highness Byakuya Kuchiki, it is a pleasure to have you with us, I regret this inconvenience, that both sovereigns are in our empire at the same time- he intervened.

— Regent Ulquiorra Cifer - the prince quickly looked the young man up and down - I see that you have done very well, congratulations on your mention - he looked away as he searched for his younger sister.

— Rukia -

— Nii-sama - he spoke quietly - it is a pleasure King Sousuke Aizen - he made a very proper and elegant bow before the brown-haired boy.

— Princess Rukia, the pleasure is mine, you are a very beautiful young woman, compared to the immaculate glamour of snowflakes- said the King.

— I appreciate your compliments, and…- he looked to the side, and saw the young woman who was with the older man — I think you must be Princess Orihime, isn't that true? - he spoke subtly

— Oh yes... I'm sorry, Prince Byakuya - she looked at the aforementioned - Princess Rukia - she bowed, she looked nervous, and how could she not be, if she rarely attended formal events, her father always indicated that she could miss it, because she always felt a little self-conscious with a lot of people around especially if there were etiquette involved, she would prefer to be free running in the field barefoot if the crown were allowed to perform such actions.

— Apologies again sovereigns, please let us go to the living room, I will send for the prince to accompany us - he walked forward a little, not leaving aside that he took a small look at the young woman with orange hair, he sighed internally knowing the reason for the change in the Kuchiki royalty's schedule.

— Hinamori - I said and a small young girl quickly approached

— Yes sir - he bowed.

— Please go prepare the hall and… - he came a little closer so that only she could hear him - prepare more food, the prince was up to his old tricks again, send for him and have him get to the great hall as soon as he can, let me know before he arrives, I must speak to him seriously - he said the last thing harshly.

— Okay sir - he couldn't help but recoil in fear, he knew the young man was kind but when he got angry, that was another story.

— Well? I'm still waiting for your coherent and justifiable explanation for this uncomfortable and irreverent situation - the black-haired man spoke harshly.

— Oh come on Ulquiorra, don't get angry... this is just part of the plan - the boy in front of him mentioned without any regret.

— What plan, if I may ask? -

— I'm just trying to let everyone know who my future wife will be, you said it yourself, I must improve my relations with Byakuya and what better way to invite them, I wasn't going to wait another six months to see Rukia -

He let all the air out of his lungs, he was furious but he wouldn't show it, not like that, not in that way, he really wondered sometimes if Ichigo understood the concept of maturity and responsibility before what it meant to become King. He looked at the shine in his eyes, even though he didn't handle the issue of feelings like the rest of the people did, he knew that the boy was deeply in love, but precisely for that reason he was doing crazy things that would only bring problems to the kingdom.

— Listen… - I try to start.

— What the hell did you do today Kurosaki Ichigo!! - he came in raising his voice.

— Grimmjow? What the hell is wrong with you? Don't go screaming like a madman, don't you see that we have guests?! - he reproaches his cousin.

A vein could be seen with the naked eye, he was holding back right at that moment for whatever his subconscious was thinking — What did you say? -

— I said stop shouting, we have guests - he mentioned again - are you deaf? Did you forget that important visitors were arriving to the kingdom today? -

— Ulquiorra please tell me that you did not agree with this immense idiocy that my brainless cousin committed in the name of God knows what! -

The green-eyed man just watched him, he was quiet even for his own good, if he opened his mouth, he would probably later regret what he said, he didn't act on impulse, he thought and looked for the best possible alternatives to solve problems, only this time, it was beyond his sentimental knowledge the idiocies that people in love committed.

— For the love of the gods, what's wrong with you two? Isn't it a good idea to start showing my relationship with Rukia in public? —

— And you're a complete idiot! You still ask? This is honestly the main reason Ulquiorra is the Regent! How the hell did you think of having both kingdoms that don't get along so well in the first place, showing your intentions to marry another princess when the main one chosen by the council came to visit to approve or not the engagement! You're humiliating King Aizen and his nation you piece of animal!

And it was at that very moment that he realized the magnitude of his actions. He looked worriedly at Ulquiorra, who only shook his head and sighed imperceptibly.

– For God's sake, what did I do? I don't want to start a war… what do I do? -

—And now you ask? Seriously, you're an idiot. — His cousin looked at him irritated.

— Well, we can't do anything now, we already have everyone here, so what we have to do is avoid making this bigger and, above all, turning it into a public humiliation - he looked at the young man and narrowed his eyes - as for you, I thought you had learned something from the lessons I was giving all this time, let me tell you that this does not add any merit for you, in fact, I feel disappointed -

The prince felt very bad, he did not believe that his actions could be interpreted like that, first he wanted to make it clear that the only woman for him was Princess Rukia, but it was not right for the other kingdom to feel ignored and offended by his such motives.

— For now, everyone is in the great Hall, we must attend to them and you - he called the young man - will be polite and will not commit any more nonsense during the three weeks that they will be here -

— Okay - he said, his head down - and Ulquiorra… I… I'm sorry -

The older ones looked at him and then at the young man. Maybe something good could come out of this. After all, the only way a boy can measure the value of each decision he makes is by making mistakes and bearing the consequences of them.

— Okay, let's go, they are waiting for us -

— A thousand apologies for the delay, I was attending to an emergency, but it has already been resolved, dear guests, some of you already know him and others don't, I present to you the crown prince Kurosaki Ichigo -

— It is a great pleasure to have such distinguished nobility as guests, Your Majesty King Aizen — he bowed to the elder — Crown Prince Byakuya — now he bowed again to the aforementioned young man.

He moved to where the princesses were sitting on either side of the table. "Princess Orihime, it is a pleasure to have you with us, illuminating us with your beauty." He placed a chaste kiss on the back of the maid's hand.

Then he moved to the other end and approached with great delicacy - Princess Rukia, not even the most beautiful rosebush along with the peonies could compete with your resplendent beauty - he placed a chaste kiss even with the slower action than with the other young woman, he looked intensely into the violet eyes a perceptible shine in both was noticeable from a distance, even making both young people sigh quietly, not going unnoticed by anyone.

The young woman with hair like the sunset couldn't help but look away, what was she doing there anyway? Wasn't it obvious that the young prince had already chosen a wife? She didn't even want to guess what her father was thinking at that moment, she looked this time at the Regent, a tall, gallant young adult and even noticed the half-curve of his lips, right, he was upset, why? Was it because of the prince's action? She continued to watch him even when he cleared his throat a little.

— I'm sorry, excuse my boldness, Princess Rukia — the orange-haired man spoke quietly.

She slightly moved her hand away, and placed it at the height of her chest hoping with that to calm the beating of her heart, a blush appearing on her white cheeks — do not worry, Prince Ichigo -

— Once again, I appreciate you being with us and my most sincere apologies for having brought both visits together, it is not our intention that you might feel a little uncomfortable, I will be at your complete disposal if you have any comments on this matter and the best dispositions to rectify this situation - said the black-haired man with a bow.

— Don't worry, young Ulquiorra, I think we can get something out of this meeting, isn't that right? Prince Byakuya? I've wanted to meet with your father for a long time, but given the situation it would be good if we could both talk, what do you think, Young Ulquiorra? - the brown-haired boy mentioned.

— You are certainly right, there is no reason to wait for the conversations, we can take advantage of the fact that we are here - said Crown Prince Byakuya

— I really appreciate the trust you are placing in us, we will make you feel as comfortable as possible -

Everyone nodded at the young man's words.

A few days passed since they arrived, the hospitality of the Soul Society kingdom was impeccable worthy of royalty as they were, there was no complaint beyond both guests being there at the same time, but the young Regent had managed to get everyone comfortable and satisfied with the treatment, even trade ties were achieved, among other points that the three kingdoms could complement each other, there were treaty signings and they were looking forward to collaborating with each other for any situation that might happen to any of them. This while the young crown prince Ichigo was tasked with accompanying both princesses on all their outings, although he would have to be learning about alliances with the kingdoms, he could not just leave the young women who had arrived precisely for him, for the purpose of marriage, or at least for some who came to idealize them that way.

The orange-haired girl, when she saw the prince, did not hesitate to admit that the young man was handsome, but even so, butterflies in her stomach as her mother said, she did not feel them; in fact, for some strange reason they looked alike physically, orange hair, hazel eyes, anyone could pass them off as simple siblings, but they did not know how far from reality they were if they were to even think about it.

How many days had it been now? About eight maybe, and she had to admit it, she was bored, she walked through the garden corridors behind Prince Ichigo and Princess Rukia, she had taken the young man's arm, they were chatting pleasantly, they seemed happy but she was bored, honestly this was not the idea she had in her plans, at least she thought she could meet the prince and see his qualities and if he was a good prospect, but looking at them again she admitted that there was already a winner, and that was the brunette, so why fight for someone who had already made her choice? she would be a fool if she did, as to end up unhappy, with a broken heart at the expense of him even being able to take a look at her as a woman. She regretted having told her lady-in-waiting to stay at her father's castle, as she thought she would be with the prince all the time. How wrong she was. At this point, she honestly didn't like the idea of being a bad third, as she had once heard from the young ladies in her castle.

As she listened to the rhythmic laughter of the two young men in front of her, she looked away at the garden, that was more interesting to observe, she was distracted while walking that she didn't notice that the princes had retreated down another corridor and she continued in a straight line until she collided with someone.

— Oh... I'm sorry - she said the moment she felt some arms holding her, preventing her from slipping, since she was right on the curb of the hallway.

— Don't worry, are you okay?

— Re… Regent Ulquiorra - she stared at him - I… I'm so sorry - she immediately moved away from the touch of his hands, she felt a tickling precisely where he was touching her.

— Excuse my boldness, he hastened to say.

— No… no, it’s my fault, I wasn’t paying attention -

The young man nodded to avoid disturbing the maid, looked around and noticed that she was alone — May I ask, and Prince Ichigo? -

Hearing this, she also looked to her sides. She didn't realize when she lost sight of them. She sighed in defeat. She had gotten lost. "I think I lost them," she said, embarrassed.

The Regent mentally shook his head, the prince was not keeping his part of the deal and that was to take care of the princess as well.

— Don't worry, I'll escort you to your room and send for you to come and get you.

— Oh no! Please no…-

— You are right, how bold of me, I will send a lady to take her -

— No! I mean, it's not necessary… - she lowered her head a little embarrassed.

Ulquiorra watched her, that innocent and sweet look, a pang came, he instinctively brought his hand to his heart, what had that been? Ignoring the feeling he continued talking to her.

— Princess, I can't leave you alone, even though we're in the castle, it could be dangerous for you -

She shook her head again. “May I make a request?”

— Uh? -

— I don't want to be a bother, but can I accompany you? -

— What? - I ask, bewildered. — I don't understand, what do you mean by "come with me?"

— Regent Ulquiorra…-

— Ulquiorra -

— Huh? -

— Just call me Ulquiorra, princess -

— Ul… Ulquiorra? - without knowing why, her heart began to beat fast, a small blush appearing on her cheeks — … okay, but if I have to call you only by your name, you do the same too -

— A fair deal, I don't see why not, if that's what you want - I look at her - now, explain to me what you're trying to ask me? Orihime -

Even though she became even more nervous hearing her name under that deep, masculine voice, she tried to compose herself and continue her conversation. "I want to accompany you, because I'm bored," she finally said. "Please don't send me to the prince." She lowered her gaze and continued. "I understand the circumstances of my arrival here, but you, more than anyone, know that it's a waste of time for me to stay here."

— Prin… -

— Let me finish… please… - the young man nodded - Prince Kurosaki and Princess Kuchiki understand each other very well, I just don't want to keep accompanying them, I get very bored, but I have been able to observe you a few times - a pink tint of shame settled on his face - I won't apologize for that, but yes, I would like to be able to help you -

— It is an unusual request, I am sorry that you are being insulted, believe me, it is not our intention - she bowed deeply - and on behalf of the prince I also apologize, but I do not know if I can let you accompany me - she tried to dissuade the young woman from her idea.

— Please, I know you think I won't be of any help, but believe me, my father has been my tutor in many of the duties of royalty, as well as how important decisions are when thinking about what's best for the kingdom, believe me, I would feel more useful if you let me help you -

- But -

— The king left yesterday for an emergency, if you remember, and he asked you to take care of me and not hesitate to ask for my help if necessary, do you remember? -

— Of course princess, I remember, but even so, putting you in a situation with such commitment, I wouldn't feel very comfortable, you are our guest anyway -

— Oh please, believe me, I'll be of help to you! - I look at him - please don't send me to spend the rest of my time here with Prince Ichigo and Princess Rukia, I don't want to bother them anyway... - in her own way she was begging to be of help to the young Regent.

He couldn't help but let out an imperceptible sigh, this young woman truly left him speechless, there were few occasions like today when they could talk, she was determined and very persistent, very good qualities in a ruler.

— Okay — he said as he turned around, the maid gave him a wide smile, she was able to achieve what she had been thinking about doing for days — please follow me this way, right now I'm heading to the throne room, I have some business to take care of —

- Yes of course -

The princess showed him a radiant smile, one that he didn't think he had seen since he arrived, so internally he felt good, and why not, in the end it was part of making his guests comfortable and at ease, or was there another reason why he thought that way?

Once in the Hall, Regent Ulquiorra attended to many matters, being a ruler is an exhausting and very delicate task to handle, since you must act as a judge, fair and impartial, so that both parties or each person feels that their problem has been resolved in a good way, without harming them in the process.

Mostly they were villagers who asked for audiences, they came to argue about land, cattle and other goods with their neighbors, as well as merchants who wanted the same working conditions as those who had years of having their businesses, as well as some problems between villagers looking for solutions to their problems of shortages or at least charity to get ahead while they look for the best alternative to be able to survive on their own, some cases should not even be reaching a resolution by the Regent, but apparently the elders of the council loved to put the young man in a complex situation whenever they could.

At one of the hearings a foreign merchant arrived offering a good deal, he came from another kingdom and explained the way to make riches in the lands of Soul Society, if the young man was not so calculating and thought very well the whole proposal would have been easy to deceive him, but for him it was not the case, even so, he had to admit that Prince Ichigo if he were in charge at that moment, would have fallen for the merchant's trick. The young man had to do something about the matter, but how to check the actions of the man who had arrived, if he wanted to prevent others from falling for his tricks he had to think of a way to arrest him and sentence his actions, without showing that he was using his sovereign influences for it.

— Uh? - he coughed under his breath. — Regent Ulquiorra - the young woman called.

— Oh, Princess, excuse me, I think you must have gotten bored with this. If you like, I can ask them to take you to your bedroom so you can rest — the boy said in a low voice so that only she could hear him.

She frowned and looked at him. Annoyed? Maybe it was her imagination what she saw, so she asked him to speak.

— Please let me handle this — he pointed at the situation.

- As? -

— Let me talk, I think I know what you're thinking, let me handle it, I promise I'll help you -

Not very convinced, he let him take charge - okay -

— Thank you - he smiled, then stood up and stood in front of the merchant, putting on a stern and serious look - How are you Mr. Jerome Guizbatt -

— Eh? Excuse me, Your Royal Highness, I think I didn't hear your name. It's a pleasure to be in front of such beauty in this kingdom. — The man said, bowing.

— Don't you recognize me? -

— A thousand pardons your royal highness, my mind is a bit foolish and this servant has forgotten where I may have met you on some of my travels, if you have gone outside these borders, perhaps it was in the kingdom of King Jugram, or in the plains of the Karakura Crystal Kingdom - he bowed in front of her as an apology - again forgive this foolish servant who does not remember you -

— Okay, I'll refresh your memory Mr. Jerome -

Ulquiorra didn't understand much but one thing he was sure of, was that the princess's attitude at that moment was extremely incredible, such rigidity and authority when speaking, was not only disturbing but an exquisiteness seen in the front row, she was cold and calculating just like her father Aizen.

— Remember visiting the kingdom of Hueco Mundo six months ago, you requested an audience with King Sousuke Aizen, offering the same business that you are showing here today - he made a gesture with his hand - at that time you were denied such an offer, but you no longer insisted to the king, but instead went directly to some villagers -

— What? - the merchant looked at me in astonishment. — I… -

— I'm not finished, so I ask you not to speak - he mentioned coldly, his inquisitive eyes towards the man - The villagers believed in his words, they offered their cattle, lands and others had to sell much of what they had, he offered heaven and earth with his business, but in the end he just left leaving them penniless - he spoke with disdain.

— Your Royal Highness, allow me to speak, that was not entirely true... who told you about that? ... believe me, in that kingdom there are only hypocrites and slanderers, of course I helped them and gave them what they deserved, I have not left them with anything - he began to speak desperately, what he heard did not go according to his plan, and all that was left was to lie so that he could at least get out of there and find another place where he could steal with his lies.

— You dare say that in MY KINGDOM we are all liars! – she said angrily.

Ulquiorra, who was watching everything, decided to get up the moment the princess raised her voice. She looked back at him and asked him with her eyes to let her continue.

— Your… your kingdom? … it’s… you’re Princess Orihime?! … but… but how? As far as I know, you haven’t married the prince of this kingdom yet, and there was no way you could be here?! — he spoke hastily without thinking about what he was saying.

— Then accept that he went to My Kingdom and did what I just expressed -

The merchant's face fell when he realized what he had said, his plan was being ruined, he had to find a way out of this and quickly to flee from that kingdom immediately, he would even have to figure out how to change his appearance and his name again.

— Princess, please listen to me, I'm not saying that in your kingdom all people are like that, but you must understand that those who came to accuse me were only slanderers, I spoke to them about the risks when doing business, and they all agreed to take them, the market was bad on that occasion and I tried not to leave them on the street, I gave them what would be their share and even out of my good will I gave them a little more - she tried to lessen the situation, from one moment to the next her expression changed from one of astonishment to a gloomy expression.

— Don't try to fool me, Mr. Jerome! - she remained impassive - I knew many of those you are mentioning who were hypocrites, several were peasants who brought food to the palace, do you think my father would not have noticed if they had deceived him, also as you say, there are risks in their business, just as you described to Regent Ulquiorra - she took the length of her skirt, carefully and began to walk down the steps until she stood in front of the merchant - now say again in front of my face that everything I have said has been pure slander - her expression returned from a smile of self-sufficiency, she knew she had him cornered, from the moment she arrived and began the story of the business, she remembered what happened in her kingdom, even with pain she found out that one of the elders who participated in the "business of the foreign merchant" when left with nothing with the last cents bought a lasso and ended his life, knowing that someone came to cause harm and pain to humble people who only wanted to get something to leave to their families children or grandchildren, but having lost everything, they took with them even the desire to continue existing, remembering the suffering they were leaving their families.

She couldn't help but clench her hands, burying her nails in her palms, she was furious, she always said that if she found the culprit she would make him pay for the pain and tears he left in her domain.

The man in front of her didn't avoid putting himself in a hostile posture, if in the end he was going to fall for his actions at least let him do it taking something with him, he just got furious when he heard the last thing and more when she stood in front of him, he was already fed up! — Very well princess! Not very brave! Ha! always the same all the damned ones of the crown believing themselves better, that's why I started to cheat and steal, IF NO ONE GIVES ME ANYTHING I'D BETTER TAKE IT! - he roughly took the young woman by the arm.

It was seconds, but the Regent did not know when he reached him, he could only watch as he pushed the man away with a blow to the face, his face of disgust could not be hidden, without any other expression he only looked to the sides and with his gaze asked the guards to take the man, several placed their swords at the height of the merchant's neck, in a threatening manner, in case he tried something else.

— Damn it! — The man held his face but felt a liquid dripping from his nose, he looked at his hand and realized, blood?! — Damn imbecile! You broke my nose! What the hell are you protecting? That bitch?! In this kingdom I haven't done anything so you can't touch me! Believe me, I'll go to every empire and put this damn place in the worst shape, you'll see! —

— Guards! Capture this man - he stood in front of the princess and raised his arm preventing him from approaching again - You are wrong about one thing - he spoke coldly, his voice more pronounced and serious - we have treaties with the Kingdom of Hueco Mundo, what you did there, you can also pay for it here, and not to mention that you dared to harm the Princess, in a deliberate act against the crown, your sentence is already given -

— What?! - he said, trembling with fear upon hearing everything. —No... it can't be - he instinctively brought his hand to his neck.

— Correct, your sentence… is Death - Ulquiorra looked back at the princess who still had her face down and taking his arm, he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to the man - believe me, you will pay dearly for this, take him away! -

And as the guards took the man away, screams and shouts could be heard throughout the hallway until he was taken to the cell.

He immediately went to the princess and gently took her arm. The young woman looked at him again with a resigned smile, her eyes wet with the tears she was holding back. "I told her..."

— I'm sorry! - she apologized - I thought I could handle it like my father, but I think... I think I still lack character - a couple of tears came out of her eyes - sorry -

— Princess, you have nothing to apologize for, thanks to you justice was given to those who were affected by that man, but if there is one thing I must call your attention to, it is that you put yourself at risk, I don't want to know what your father will say when he finds out -

— Don't tell him! Just say what is necessary, don't tell him more, I know him too well and I don't want to cause them any trouble -

— Princess….- he looked at her frown — Orihime is fine, I won't say anything, but promise me you won't do another stupid thing like this -

— I promise! — His eyes sparkled and he smiled widely. How she could be smiling at what had just happened was quite an enigma to him.

— Come on, let's get her checked out. I won't let your father return with any damage. I gently took her hand and guided her. — Do you always do these things hastily? — I asked without looking away.

The princess just laughed under her breath — Do you want me to tell you Ulquiorra? -

And yet he knew that from that moment on, since he started treating her that way, things would go in another direction, not expected by either of them.

Another week and things had changed, no one believed what they saw with their eyes, firstly Princess Orihime spent more time with Regent Ulquiorra, he for his part seemed not to be bothered at all by her presence, even those who had the opportunity could notice how well they worked as a team, with audiences, and quick solutions for the kingdom, that too after the black-haired man gave Prince Ichigo a good lesson because in the first place he would have to be taking care of the princess, which was why now the position had fallen mainly to the Regent.

— Well, tomorrow we have the hunt, and now I ask you to be careful with both of them - she looked accusingly at the young man.

— I've already told you a thousand times that I'm sorry! - he gestured dramatically. — Please Ulquiorra, we can't just forget about it. - the aforementioned only narrowed his eyes skeptically, but still let the boy continue. — Okay, okay, fine, I'll keep an eye on both of them. Happy? - He crossed his arms with a pout on his face.

Imperceptible sigh — Prince, you know better than anyone that this is important, you have already chosen a perfect maid, there is no problem but even so, there is little more than a year left until you take the throne, I am only asking you to be more responsible, stop playing around, be grateful that the princess has been very cautious and immediately understood what was happening between you and Princess Rukia, but stop making her the talk of the town, she does not deserve to be spoken ill of when she has been mainly the one who has helped us the most in many decisions -

— Ulquiorra, can I ask you something? — the orange-haired man looked at him seriously — I know you'll say I'm immature and whatever you want, but I think I have a lot more experience in this than you —

- Hmm? -

— What I'm trying to tell you is, do you like Princess Orihime? - he spoke bluntly.

— What nonsense are you talking about? - he replied.

— I told you, I'm more of an expert on this subject than you, why don't you admit that you like the Princess? Or rather, why don't you ask for her hand in marriage? -

— You know that my patience has a limit, and this includes that limit, please how do you think he could claim Princess Orihime? - internally he is in a mess, like her? claim her? how to even think about that, well, it is true she was not indifferent to him, she was good company and she was not noisy as some thought, she was quiet, attentive, cheerful, curious and she achieved what she proposed, it could ... it could be that if he really liked the princess? ... - he mentally denied - but even if it were like that, what would she think of him? she could not even feel the same, plus there was the fact that she was Crown Princess to the throne but what about him ... Who was Ulquiorra Cifer?, now a Regent but what about after? simply an advisor to the king, yes good position, but after all he had no royal blood, and without a dowry to offer or a kingdom to grant ... then how does he even have the nerve to imagine something like that.

— Oh come on Ulquiorra just admit it -

— What stupidity -

— Because you refuse to accept reality -

— Because there are none to accept, so if you'll excuse me -

— Damn it Ulquiorra! Come on, don't be so apathetic about this! -

— Prince, I ask you please… not to meddle in my affairs — he spoke coldly.

— What? But Ulquiorra - I try to make him understand.

"I said that this is it," he left without listening to the young man's reply.

As he walked to the garden, he was thinking about the matter. Feeling? Loving? In terms of feelings, he was like a child, he didn't know anything about that. He had read some books, but beyond that feeling, which didn't exist even in his adolescence. He came to consider that at some point he would marry a woman who was a good candidate to have genes that would leave good offspring, even though it wasn't even in his plans to have that kind of ideas at the moment.

Once he reached the garden, he observed the princess, near Princess Rukia and Prince Ichigo approaching them, even with the reason of the young man with orange hair, he had to discard the idea as soon as possible, he would not even think what King Aizen would say if he were to propose such madness in his eyes.

— How ridiculous - I say quietly, it was better to continue with the current plan, finish this remaining year well and try to teach the prince to be a good ruler for his people.

— Princess Orihime? Are you okay? - the young man with orange hair asked worriedly, he looked at Princess Rukia who had a worried look and turned his gaze to the young woman with hair the same color as his.

— Prince Ichigo, yes... excuse me - without looking into her eyes, she answered. If someone observed closely, they could notice at a glance the young woman's strange gesture, somewhere between embarrassed, sad and nervous.

Not very convinced, he nodded. "Okay, it's about to begin. Let's go look for our horses. This day will be exciting and fun," he said happily. He took Princess Rukia's hand. When he offered his arm to the other young woman, she denied it and just followed them.

Once everyone was on their horses, they were about to start the hunt. They would go with some soldiers for protection but mostly it was just about hunting a wild boar or a fox. Their dogs were already ready. The Princesses did not enjoy those distractions but as part of the protocol they had to accompany the prince to said event.

Inside the forest everyone followed the hunting dogs, attentive to any movement, all except one, a young woman with hair like the sunset, - Please, how do you think I can claim Princess Orihime? - Her thoughts were fixed on what she heard, she was looking for Ulquiorra so they could go hunting together, but she didn't forget what she heard, she closed her eyes tightly even listening to the echo of that conversation.

— Why don't you admit that you like the Princess? Or rather, why don't you ask for her hand in marriage?

— You know that my patience has a limit, and this includes that limit, please how do you think I can pursue Princess Orihime? -

— Oh come on Ulquiorra just admit it -

— What stupidity -

— Because you refuse to accept reality -

— Because there are none to accept, so if you'll excuse me -

— Damn it Ulquiorra! Come on, don't be so apathetic about this! -

— Prince, I ask you please… not to meddle in my affairs — he spoke coldly.

— What? But Ulquiorra - I try to make him understand.

"I said that this is it," he left without listening to the young man's reply.

— I... What do I feel for him? - she whispered to herself, she knew they had gotten along, in their own way but they did, love? She didn't know yet, but if there was one thing she was sure of it was that her heart beat strongly every time she saw him, and without mentioning his voice, hearing his name under that manly and deep voice created sensations that she never thought she could even feel... but when she heard the conversation he had with Prince Ichigo, the only thing she achieved was that her heart hurt, did she want to cry? Of course she wanted to, she wanted to get out of there, get to her palace and throw herself on her bed and cry for days if possible until she got rid of the pain she was having, it was hard for her to breathe, is that why books describe love like that? A sweet but agonizing feeling?

— Princess Orihime! — the orange-haired boy shouted — Don't go so far away! —

— Princess! - the young Kuchiki also said -

— Huh? - she grabbed her horse's straps, and without realizing it, her horse's leg stepped on a snake that was hidden in the undergrowth. It immediately rushed to bite the animal's thigh, which began to neigh uncontrollably in pain. — No... I can't control it... please calm down - she said, scared, but the horse, due to the pain, began to run uncontrollably.

— PRINCESS!!! - shouted Prince Ichigo.

— What do we do Ichigo? - said the young black-haired girl scared.

— Damn, please get help, I'll try to reach her, please be careful -

— You too, please, come back safely — she said with tearful eyes.

He held his horse's straps tightly and made a movement to indicate to the animal that it should run with strength.

— HELP!!! PLEASE HELP ME! - the young woman screamed, her tears coming out, she was scared, she almost never rode and that was the main reason, she was afraid that the horses would lose control, and just today because she was distracted, she didn't notice the danger around her — HELP!! ULQUIORRA PLEASE SAVE ME!!!- she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Ulquiorra, who was up ahead watching the activity, heard screams. He paid a little attention and managed to hear her voice and her name. He didn't hesitate for a minute to move his horse in the direction of the screams. He managed to see Prince Ichigo. Upon seeing him, he only said enough for him to understand.

—His horse was bitten by a snake, he's out of control!

— I didn't ask you to take care of her! -

— Damn! I know, it was just a second, damn we couldn't catch her! -

Both of them were hitting their horses with their whips, trying to catch up with him, but the animal was running so desperately that not even branches or bushes could slow down his pace.

— PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! HELP ME! ULQUIORRA PLEASE HELP ME! - despite the tears that blurred his vision, scrapes from the bushes, cuts from the branches, he continued trying to stop his horse.

— ORIHIME! - the black-haired man shouted without hesitation.

Upon hearing his voice, she looked back and saw him, they were coming with Prince Ichigo, with all their horses galloping, her face lit up with hope — ULQUIORRA!! -

— We must try to reach her, remember that there is a cliff ahead - said the orange-haired man

— Shit! You're right - while trying to catch up with her, he was thinking about how to prevent her from falling into the cliff, it was more than fifty meters high, if she fell there, it was impossible for her to survive. Then he saw a group of bushes — That's it! -

— ORIHIME PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! - I screamed — I NEED YOU TO JUMP! -

— WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ASKING THEM FOR?! HAVE YOU GONE MAD?! - the prince shouted.

— Shut up! - ORIHIME, NEXT TURN ON YOUR LEFT SIDE, JUST JUMP THERE ARE SOME BUSHES -

- I'M SCARED! - she replied, holding the animal's neck uncontrollably.

She had doubts, but also fear inside her, and did not know what to do…

— TRUST ME! DO NOT BE AFRAID! -

That was enough to give him a little confidence - OK! - and when he saw the turn, and a clearing up ahead he understood! It was now or never, so with all the strength his legs could give him, he managed to get on one side of the horse and when he saw the bushes he launched himself!

She fell into them and rolled a few meters still, at least the flight of her dress managed to cushion the fall a little, when she looked ahead terrified she saw that her horse fell down the cliff, she only heard the neighing of the animal moving away, she closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, she began to cry uncontrollably.

Ulquiorra when he arrived, jumped off his horse and ran to where the young woman was — ORIHIME! - he found her crying inconsolably, her clothes torn, her arms scratched, her hair tangled - God! God! Please God! - he came right to her, took her hands off her face and hugged her tightly — I'm here! I'm here! It's over... it's over... calm down... - she continued crying uncontrollably but now on the young man's chest, she did not stop shaking, she was still scared.

— Princess! Prince Ichigo has arrived, are you okay? — Ulquiorra saw him and shook his head, it was better to let him calm down.

— Leave us, I will take her to the castle when she calms down, please ask the doctor to come, he must check -

— Okay — without waiting any longer, he went straight to the castle.

—Shhh… calm down, it's over… I'm here now - I caress her hair.

— I was so scared... I didn't know what to do... - she continued crying on the young man's chest.

— Calm down, I'm here, I won't leave... - he hugged her tightly again - God, I didn't know what would happen if I lost you... I can't... Orihime... listen... I... I don't want to lose you, just thinking about it terrifies me... -

- That? -

— Please listen, only at this moment do I have the courage to say it… I like you, I love you… I know I have nothing to offer you but if you accept me… I will be your humble servant for the rest of my life, I had never known feelings for anyone but now that I have them clear… For this heart… I want you all to myself -

The young woman was stunned, she didn't know what to say, more tears came out of her eyes, this time from happiness, she also felt the same — Me too... I love you too! And I don't want to go away from you... - she hugged the young man now — Please stay with me! Don't leave me... -

He took the young woman's face, her red cheeks as well as her nose, crying and fear had left her with that appearance, but despite that, for him she was still beautiful, he brought his face closer to the maiden, their breaths collided, their gazes intense and longing, their lips ended up joining in a chaste kiss, sweet and delicate, full of devotion...

They didn't know what the future held for them, there would be consequences to this perhaps, he was aware of the world that separated them, but one thing he was sure of and that was that he wanted to be with her, he didn't have to offer her, but probably his father could take it into account with the knowledge he possessed, a Regent pretending to a princess, at least until the Crown Prince took the throne, now it was only a matter of time before both of them had to fight for their feelings.

Hueco Mundo could have a Regent in the future, or it is possible that if the King allows it, he could be the next ruler in such an empire, it is something that time will be in charge of deciding.

END

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Driver profile : Y/N L/N

Name : Y/N M/N M/L/N

Nicknames : N/N , bella , demon spawn, amour , love , sprout.

Nicknames by fans : Valkyrie, the unofficial official grid mom , Merc queen, red bull princess, angel, f2 grid mom , stargirl .

Age : I estimated her to be around 27 (it's not fixed so you can change it to whatever you like)

Birthday : 23 . October . (Same thing , you can put yours or any other date🤷🏻‍♀️)

Birthplace : Sydney, Australia

Blood type : B+

Languages : fluent in English, french + (language of choice) , basic Dutch , Spanish , and a little bit of Arabic.

Resident : between Monaco, London, New York and Sydney.

Personality : spitfire on track , a power that install fear in the hearts of every team and any driver she's up against , believes in actions and hard work rather than words spewed around , so if you have the balls and nerves to poke her , you better have the results to back you up or you won't see the end of it from her or her fans or the rest of the grid .

Known as The grid keeper/ no#1 mom who keeps them in line but could be found in the midst of chaos leading them with their antics and pranks . off track , she's an introverted small bean that can scare the daylight out of you if you rubbed her the wrong way, shy and closed off is the first impression that everyone gets when meeting her but once you get to know her she's the sweetest and most genuine/spontaneous person you'll ever meet , her RBF hides a gentle kind soul , that makes her the best person to give comfort and assurance even if she denies it. Protective bear of her loved ones and won't stop at anything till she make sure they're okay. She either acts like an old lady that complains about her back and knees , or like a little kid on a sugar rush , it's a normal day to find her around the grid at the most confusing places : climbing motorhomes just because/hiding behind tyres while everyone lose their minds trying to find her /sleeping in an ice tup cause she got too comfortable.

Habits: play with her hands when nervous, pout unconsciously when she's too focused on something, pick at her fingers when uncomfortable/stressed (if close , Charles would give her one of his rings to play with , or others would let her play with their fingers to distract her) , jumps whenever she gets exited, tilt her head when confused, clenches her fists/jaw when she gets irritated ( the guys knows when to interfere to stop her from beating someone), sings/humms absentmindedly through her day , do a little dance when happy, talks to herself in a quiet voice.

Occupation :

Former Formula 1 driver

Years of work : (2015-2022)

Racing biography 🏎️ :

*‌Toro Rosso :

2015 alongside : Max Verstappen #33.

2016 alongside : Carlos Sainz #55.

*‌Renault(alpine) : 2017 alongside : Nico Hülkenberg #27.

*‌Alpha Romeo(sauber) : 2018 alongside : Charles leclerc #16.

‌*Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team : 2019 - July 2022 alongside : Lewis Hamilton #44.

Currently:

• CEO/founder of Ingrid and willows brand (2018-now) .

• CEO and representative of L/N international corps (2022-now) .

•reserved driver for (RBR) Red Bull Racing (2023) .

Hobbies/skills : reading, playing piano, camping, hiking, cooking in general (loves backing) , painting specially with her youngest brother, singing, fast learner , have a very strong memory , is a pro at reading people and could tell their emotions and can almost alway tell when someone's lying , skilled stealthy prankster when provoked (by lando and max)..... .etc .

Family members :

‌father : f/N l/N .

‌mother : m/N M/l/N .

‌older brother: Edward l/N .

‌younger brother: Thomas l/N

Father :

Name : F/N M/N l/N

Occupation: CEO/founder of L/N international corps.

Social status: single father of (Edward , Y/N , Thomas l/N ).

Resident: London , UK.

Name : M/N M/l/N

Occupation: not found.

Social status: not found.

Status: alive .

Resident : Rome, Italy.

Name : Edward/Eddie M/N l/N

Age : 30

Occupation: CEO/founder of wildonwall (a worldwide known professional architectural company that deals in designing/building and supervising projects around the world).

Social Status: married to ( Alison Graham ) , father of two (one boy : Marcus/Marc , one girl : Ingrid/gigi ).

Resident: London , UK.

Name : Thomas/Tommy/ben M/N l/N

Age : 22

Occupation: student of fine arts , Oxford university.

Social status: a single Pringle who don't know how to mingle.

Resident: Monte Carlo , Monaco - London , UK.

Facts and background infos :

‌she's the only daughter of the L/N family , but chose to race with her grandmother's maiden name instead . She wanted to establish herself away from her father's name .

‌very independent , and mature beyond her age .‌

she's the backbone of her family, both her brothers and father own it to her for helping them through their lives .

‌she had a complicated relationship with her mother to say the least, she was the one who suffered the most when she left .

‌her parents split up when she was only 5 . her mom walked away leaving them with her baby brother who was barely months old .

‌her mother tried to forcefully take Eddie (the eldest) along with her while their father was out with Tommy, but he refused to part from his sister , resulting in a very traumatic day for the two kids.

‌she watched her dad as he struggled with taking care of them three , feeling like a failure who couldn't tend to his own children.

‌so she took it up on herself to help him take care, comfort and nurture her baby brother.

‌he tried to get her to live her age but she won't stop worrying about her brother and he won't settle unless she's close .

‌just hearing her voice got him from screaming his lungs out to cooing and giggling.

‌their bond only grew stronger as they grew up .

‌he was at his best behaviour when she's around, forgetting about the tantrums and wailing matches he had with his traumatized babysitter who quit the moment their father came back home .

‌her childhood wasn't the most ideal but she got her family with her and that was more than enough for her.

‌her dad was more than relieved when she finally had interest in something other than studying or taking care of them .

‌he watched as her love for racing grow untill he offered to take her to her first grand Prix.

‌she didn't sleep for days after .

‌daniel was her first friend in the sport .

‌they met through one of her uncles friends back in Australia , both didn't like eachother at all .

she was the quiet observing kid and he was the bouncing ball of energy , but they bonded through their love for racing .

‌she moved to Europe (between UK and France) with her dad where she found more suitable competitions to partake in, but she tried to keep in touch with him through the years , but they both got busy and lost connection.

‌she kept to herself and worked hard to build her skills.

Maintaining a healthy balance between her studies and racing .

‌untill she met some of the kids older/close to her age , most didn't take her seriously and even encouraged her to drop racing . But she also met little max .

Both acknowledged the other but kept their distance on the beginning.

‌the boy was blunt and she was unfazed.

‌they respected the other hard work and we're motivated to beat eachother at every race.

‌they surprisingly became best friends with time .

‌both acting too mature for their own good but unknowingly, they both got eachother to act their age as they grew closer .

‌they gave eachother tips and pointers as they sat away from the others before every race they were in together .

‌he'd talk her ears off after every race explaining every detail and every corner and she'd patiently listen to him , adding her own opinion here and there .

‌they were at eachother neck every race, but their friendship was as strong as it could be.

‌they celebrated the winner and encouraged the loser , both hated to lose , but they raced fairly.

‌she got discovered by Christian , and found her way to red bull academy program, Max a year after her .

‌and guess who's there ? Daniel Joseph Ricciardo.

‌they reunited after years , both inseparable even more when she got a seat at Toro rosso .

‌the team was on the brink of a collective breakdown, they already had Seb to worry about , now add those two with Max?

‌cue chaos and mischief , sirens going off with Seb laughing and Christian screaming in the background.

‌fernando saw her and declared war upon whoever dares to hurt this small bean .

Forming a small protection squad (more like him forcing Seb Kimi and Jenson to participate)

Kimi got robbed into it , he didn't even know until he found himself along with the others planning to slash a reporter tires for calling her slow and ignorant .

He thought they were getting coffee !?!! .

‌she was supposed to move to red bull in 2016 but Marko opposed, max was promoted instead, and she left to Renault the following season.

‌in 2018 she moved to alpha Romeo (saubar) alongside Charles leclerc .

Rookie Charles was low-key scared of her , he knew her from their carting days but still felt uneasy with her quiet personality and focused mentality.

The first time they met was a disaster at it's finest.

But she knew how tense and overwhelmed rookies could be in their first season so she tried her best to help him through it .

‌it was an exhausting season but they both survived .

Charles moved to Ferrari and her to Mercedes.

‌Toto offered her a Merc seat for 2019 .

‌lewis had his share of teammates and it didn't end well to say the least with his former friend/teammate (RIP brocedes) or valtteri after .

‌so when she first came in it didn't go well for her .

‌both her and Lewis are hardheaded and closed off, refusing to acknowledge the other Or give in to know eachother.

‌they stayed professional and moved out of the other's way, untill she came around, finding him in the back of his driver's room, sitting on the floor , his head on his hands after a shitty with a dnf .

‌she kept quiet and sat down with him letting him have his moment of silence but assuring he don't have to be alone .

‌after an hour or so, she took out her phone , showing him her family dog pics and videos , getting him to crack a smile and even few laughs before she let him talk about his own Roscoe, promising to let her meet him when they go to Silverstone.

‌the roles reversed when he found her in an empty office at the back of the garage , she got an earful from Toto and couldn't get a word in , her notes are always dismissed and her engineer wasted time until it's too late to listen.

‌he sat beside her, letting her lean on his shoulder in a way of comfort , letting her play with his rings to calm down.

‌they built a support system . and it resulted in building a solid foundation for a dynamic team.

But that won't mean she'll let her work go to waste because of the team's orders.

... : Y/N.

Y/N : yes?

James : Y/N, This is James, listen.....

Y/N : no James! You listen! Just because..........

Her radio messages never disappoint.

Yeah they give her a hard time , but they didn't know what was waiting for them .

She adapted quickly to the new team and their methods of work , it went as well as it could be up to 2021 .

Shit hit the fan and she almost die/quit .

But she stayed put , ending the season in 3d 🥉.

2022 things moved up a little, with her chances of getting the championship almost equalling Max's, him being ahead with only 24 point .

But Mercedes had their own plans.

Mid-season change in plans Leading to her leaving/getting replaced with George Russell , concluding her journey with Mercedes AMG team.

*Let me know if I missed something ✨

#weathering your storm #wys #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x female driver #f1 x reader #f1 grid x reader #22!f1 grid x reader #23!f1 grid x reader #f1 au!

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