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satrs · 11 months

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ꨄ︎

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; It seems that vampires are indeed real.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Vampire!Shidou Ryusei x fem!reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.8k Tags; NSFW/DARK CONTENT! MDNI! blood kink. blood. violence. erhmm shidou eating raw meat at one point. clothed grinding. oral(fem!revieving). dumbification(?).

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!

It was night time, a nice time with your friend soon turning into a spook story.

"Vampires? Shut your shit. You're not scaring me." You looked at your friend, unimpressed by their spooky stories.

"I'm not kidding Y/N! They're real! Rumor has it that one is strolling right in our town!" Yeah right. What nonsense. Vampires are not real, a creation of fiction, the human imagination. There is no way that they exist. In a shit town like this on top of that.

"Shiver me timbers. Alright, see ya." You waved off, the voice of your friend loud in your ear while their footsteps approached your form. "Y/N! Wait! You shouldn't go alone! What if that vampire-"

"If that Dracula comes across me? I'll just huff my breath at him, he'll sure fall down dead if he gets a whiff of the garlic bread I had earlier." This was a joke, for sure. Or a prank of some sort. Maybe one silly guy decided to prank the town, lifting the boredom there.

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As you strolled through the streets, moon, and lanterns the only light source, you heard rustling behind you. Fear filled you, the thought of a vampire now really not a pleasant thought in your mind, as you quickly glanced back, letting out a relieved sigh when you saw nothing.

You went home as fast as you could, chills filling your whole body. As you reached your doorstep, your demeanor relaxed and you let your guard down. Big mistake.

As you were about to reach for the doorknob, somebody beat you to it, twisting it in a fast motion before pushing you into your home in one swift motion. Your scream never left your mouth as you came to face with the person hovering above you- magenta-like eyes glowing dangerously, his big and sharp fangs visible as he bared his teeth, chest heaving up and down rapidly, seeming to escape a chase.

He seemed to be in pain, brows twisted but a faint smirk plastered on his lips as he looked down at you. One more look at his form and you noticed a big bright red imprint on his shirt. This can't be. it must be some kind of dream or- something. Just please, not what you think it is. Because hell, if this man is what you suspect him to be, you might as well faint right on the spot.

"Fuck that was a close call", he just so muttered to himself, eyes intensely inspecting your face, soon landing on your partly exposed neck. His mouth watered at the sight, a menacing aura surrounding you as he bit down on his tongue to suppress his urges.

That's it, you're going to die. By a fucking vampire. Never in a million years would you have imagined this, you always thought you would die because you're old and fragile but no- life always has some sick and twisted surprises.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to ready yourself for what was about to come but- nothing. Through closed eyes you noticed the shadow above you disappearing and as you opened your eyes, you saw him sloppily stroll over to your couch.

He plopped down, a painful groan escaping his lips. "I'm not gonna bite you but I'm also not trynna die here either. So you better find somethin' for me or you're done."

You realized from the tone of his voice that he wasn't fooling around, quickly standing up on your feet as you paced into the kitchen. You had some meat in the fridge that you wanted to do tomorrow. Maybe that'll do.

You quickly placed it on a plate, bringing it to the stranger in your living room. Now with the lights on you could inspect his face better, his beautiful features almost startling you. "Are you serious?", he said, voice in pain as he inspected the raw meat in front of him.

"I'm not some animal- well, got no place to complain." He shrugged, grabbing the meat into his hand and placing it into his mouth, sucking out any drop of blood he possibly could. He lifted his shirt up while he did this, a big injury being visible as you stepped back, the intense smell of blood and the sight of the injury shocking you.

But to your amazement the injury miraculously closed itself up, only leaving leftover blood on his toned stomach. He sighed in relief, throwing the meat back onto the table, not caring to put it on the plate as he threw his shirt off without a care in the world. You looked at him, astonished by his now changed demeanor, seeming to be completely fine.

"W-what? But-" you silenced yourself as you noticed his eyes back on you, pulling some of the flesh that caught itself on his fangs from them. He mocked you, repeating your words in a high-pitched voice before laughing, hand driving through his blonde-pink hair. "Get me something to clean up yeah? Don't wanna be all dirty next to such a delicious lookin' snack." He grabbed a bottle on the table, gulping down the taste of blood out of his mouth, refreshed sigh escaping his lips.

He laughed again at the sight of your expression. "Just jokin'. Oh, and thanks." You flashed him a nervous smile, unsure of how else to react.

"Are you? You know..." you began carefully, his ears perking up at your words. "Bull's eye." The same teasing smirk was on his face again and you didn't know if your legs were shaking because he is a literal fucking vampire, or because his handsome expression did something to your lower region.

You didn't utter another word, quickly disapearing into the bathroom to prepare a damp towel for your uninvited guest, quickly moving back to him to hand it to him. But he just looked at it with an unbothered expression, confusing you. "Nuh-uh pretty. You do it."

You do it? Is he serious? As you were about to open your mouth and object, he wrapped his hand around your hip, throwing your right onto his lap in one swift motion, leaving you flustered and wide-eyed on top of him.

He motioned his chin to his exposed stomach, looking into your eyes expectingly. You gulped at his action and his well build chest, carefully cleaning off the crimson color, coloring the towel in it.

"C'mon. Don't gotta be so soft.", he retorted, face leaning closer to yours in the process, his whisper tickling your face. "I like it rough." Your heart beat rapidly in your chest trying to create distance between the both of you but he grabbed the back of your neck, gasp erupting from your lungs as your mouth was mere inches from his.

"Why shy away? I don't bite. Only if you want me to." His white and sharp fangs flashed you, fear rising in you as your breathing increased. "You know at first, I was just planin' to have a little snack after those rascals were on my ass. But when I saw you, I just had to change my mind."

You felt a bit bold at his statement, testing the waters. "W-what do you have in mind now?" You were scared at his answer, but excitement also rushed through your veins. Yes, he was a vampire but- damn was he attractive.

It didn't take him long to let you know what he intended to do, smashing his lips against yours, leaving you gasping as you felt his sharp fangs against your plumb lips, quickly moving away from his touch.

He managed to pierce through the skin of your lips, small line of blood dripping from your mouth. He almost went crazy at the sight- your delicious smelling blood dripping down your chin, fear in your eyes. "Shit sorry pretty. My bad." The smirk that decorated his features told you right ahead that he wasn't sorry even in the slightest.

"you smell heavenly. Lemme' get some of it. Please." His voice was desperate, foaming at the mouth as he watched your red-painted lip, almost whining in disappointment as he noticed the bloody rush stopping. You nodded your head in a daze, too scared of what might happen if you wouldn't.

In that moment his lips flew to yours, a heavy groan escaping them as he licked every single drop of red liquid he could catch in his mouth. The way his lips and tongue danced along yours left you dizzy, sighing into the kiss.

"So fuckin' tasty. More, I need more. Please, pretty." The way his hips twitched up into yours as you felt his big bulge through his pants made you succumb to his touch, needily moving your hips against his, the friction of his aching length touching your pulsing clit over and over again. "You can have me."

This was all it took for him to bite your lip again, careful to not be too harsh. This made you moan out in both pleasure and pain, grinding against his pants increasing. "Fuck you like that? So fuckin' dirty." you only whined in return as you felt his hand grope your behind harshly, his hand moving your hips right into his needy thrusts. "Oh fuck."

He then swiftly threw you off of him and onto the couch, animalistic strength tearing your pants and anything under apart in one swift motion. Before you could gasp in shock, a cry of pleasure went past your lips as you felt his tongue swiping over your wet folds, groaning at the taste.

"P-Please be careful-" You still tried to clench onto the small string of sanity left, shaky fingers finding comfort in his soft blond locs. "I know what I'm doin' And I said,'" He snapped, followed by a smack against your thigh, causing you to yelp in surprise. " I only bite if you want me to." His head dived back in between your thighs, slurping up any of your juices he could get, tongue swirling across your folds like a starved man, teeth softly biting your bundle of nerves, twirling it between his fangs for a brief second. "Ain't that right pretty?"

He was displeased by your dazy nod. "I asked you something. Or did you already go dumb on me?" You were quick to reply as you noticed his intense stare under you, magenta-painted eyes staring daggers through you like a wild animal. "n-no! I mean yes! You're right!" You hated how high-pitched your voice sounded, but you simply couldn't contain all the noises he ripped out of you, the feeling of his tongue exploring your needy cunt was just too much.

"Fuck I can't! I'm gonna'-" He looked up to see your face as he drove sound after sound out of you with his tongue alone. He smirked against your heat, hands wrapping around your thighs to keep you from squirming. "You're gonna cum? I got you. C'mon, give it to me."

With one more flick of his tongue, your breath catches in your throat, eyes rolling behind the sockets in euphoria as the tight knot in your stomach snapped, your cries and the sloppy wet sounds of the man slurping up your fluids the only thing filling the room, thighs clenching around his head.

One last lick over your folds caused your legs to twitch in his hold. He came back to view between your thighs, head laying on top of your belly as he flashed your exhausted form a cheeky grin.

„So I did get to eat you tonight anyways.“

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skiiyoomin · 11 months

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Seventeen vernon - sex under the stars? I mean it's Romantic sooo and wait him wearing a gold chain which has your name on it and you wearing one with his name on it🫣

MISS GIRLIEEEE YK DAMN WELL IMMA DO IT

warnings: smut!!, fem reader, fluff, vernon can fuck the daylights out of me under the stars too,

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: Stargazing is one of your favorite activities. Unfourtantely, living in the city can't provide that, so Vernon makes it his personal mission to take you to the countryside. Everything is super sweet and soft, however, when you show how much you appreciate him through touches and kisses, the situation naturally escalates to something more.

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Underneath the stars | Vernon Chwe

You sighed wishfully as you leaned on the kitchen counter, gazing out the window, a melancholic look on your face as you looked up at the dark sky hoping to find the smallest of twinkles from the stars.

A couple of hours prior you had been scrolling through a folder of photos your mom had sent containing all of your childhood. While you laughed at some out of of self embarrassment at your child self, others hit a wave of nostalgia that made you reminisce all the good times you had. Many of your summer photos were taken out in the countryside, after all, it was a family tradition. Stargazing was an absolute must do whenever you went out of the city, leaving you awestruck by the immensity of the galaxies and it's million stars every single time.

Eventually, as you and your siblings got older, each one moving to many different places, holding such traditions was becoming increasingly difficult.

So, while looking at those pictures, you realized it had been years since you were able to experience seeing the array of millions of stars sprayed out in the sky.

You felt arms, your boyfriends arms, snake around your waist, his head plopping onto your shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss on your said shoulder.

"Something's on your mind"

It wasn't a question. Knowing you couldn't lie to even if you tried, you nodded, affirming his statement.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You turned around to him, once again sighing. "It's just- You know those pictures my mom sent me?" He nodded in response, listening intently "Well, while looking at some of them I realized it's been a really long time since I went out to the countryside to stargaze, I mean I know it's sounds kinda stupid but it was a tradition and-"

He pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your rambling. When he pulled away, he pressed his forhead to yours, looking you deep in the eyes "Baby, listen, nothing you say or feel is stupid ok? I'll take you stargazing"

Your eyes immediately light up, a smile spreading on your face "Really?" He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling at your enthusiasm "Of course, let's go"

"Wait, right now?"

"Of course!" He exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

You can't help the giddiness coursing through your veins as you watch Vernon grab all the essentials for your small trip, feeling that same nostalgia like before.

Not long after, you were in the passenger seat of Vernons car, driving out of the city, soft music playing in the background as you looked out the window, once in again in hopes of seeing countless stars appear.

Soon enough, Vernon drove through a route leading to a secluded camping area with huge trees blocking any view from the main road.

Like an excited kid, you hopped off the car, quickly helping Vernon place the many soft blankets on the ground, urging him to turn the car lights off.

While it took you a second to adjust to the sudden dimness of light, there was no mistaking the sparkle of the millions of stars placed in the sky. You couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your throat as you looked up, the shining stars reflecting in your eyes. "Wow" you softly breathed out, feeling a sense of breathlessness. "Aren't they beautiful?"

"They are" But he wasn't looking at the stars, instead his gaze was fixated on you, they way your mouth hung slightly open as you craned your neck upwards, the way the moonlight and the stars shined down on you like a goddess, he could never get enough of you.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turn your head to look at him. You couldn't help the light blush covering your cheeks as you felt a sudden shyness under his stare. He took your chin between his fingers, gently guiding your head to face him, inevitably making your eyes drift to his. His eyes shifted to your parted lips. In answer, you leaned forward, taking his face between your hands.

You pecked his lips over and over again, repeating thank yous and i love yous between said kisses. When you leaned in once again, it was Vernons turn to take your face between his hands, keeping you from parting again. Your lips molded together in perfect sychrony, as the kiss got increasingly passionate, you snaked your arms around his shoulders, tangling your hands in his brown locks, eliciting a groan from him.

Gently, you pushed him down, crawling on top of him. Soon enough, your kiss got heated as your tongues intertwined. However, air was becoming increasingly needed, forcing you apart and leaving you panting for oxygen. Before you could catch yourself, Vernon switched places, with you underneath, capturing your lips once more. His lips drifted down your jaw, placing kisses down your neck that left butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't long before his lips were on your sweet spot, suckling on it as he left purple marks on your skin.

Your hands once again tangled in his hair, pushing him impossibly close as your lips let out explicit gasps and moans. His hands found place underneath your shirt, slowly gliding up until they found your chest, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your nipples, feeling them harden underneath your bra. Your shirt and bra quickly came off, allowing Vernon to continue drifting his kisses down to your chest, but not before placing a quick kiss to the necklace he gifted you hanging around your neck with his name on it. He took your left boob in his mouth while taking the other in his hand, causing gasps from you as you arched your back in pleasure. He took his time givign attention to both of your boobs, taking his sweet time to feel your reactions underneath him. However, you both knew you needed more than that.

He was quick to unbutton your pants, lowering them along with your panties. You desperately spread your legs, giving full show of your wet pussy, glistening in lust. Vernon felt his hard dick twich in his pants, showing how desperate he was himself for release.

Lowering them, he carefully postitioned himself in your entrance, slowly entering your needy hole. He placed his hands on your hips as you both simultaneously moaned in pleasure. Slowly, Vernon began to thrust, giving you time to adjust to his thick size, though he began to loose control as the feeling of your tight hole drove him to thrust faster and harder.

He set a fast pace, inducing moan after moan from you, each one louder than the last.

"F-fuck, Vernon, harder please!"

His grip on your hips tightened as he lifted them up while you placed your legs on his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper into your spongy walls until he hit that spot that had you throwing your head back, screaming his name. "Ooh my god, right there"

He continued slamming into your g-spot, the filthy sound of skin slapping on skin and your moans mixed with his low groans filling the area around you. You didn't have to tell him you were close for him to know. The arching of your back and contracting muscles giving away the coming orgasm. He wasn't far from his own climax, feeling his dick twich inside of you. "Baby can you try holding on for me?" You responded with a whine, unable to produce any words.

His thrusts began to slow down, becoming sloppier by the second. His thumb found its way to your clit, circling the nerves until you screamed in pleausre, your mind going blank and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm crash down. It wasn't long before he felt himself climax as well, thrusting until he was milked dry.

Slowly he pulled out, standing up to pick up the box of wipes in the car. Carefully, he wiped you both off, helping you put your clothes back on. He laid down next to you, pulling you close to him as you placed your head on his chest, gazing up once again at the long forgotten stars.

"Thank you, Vernon"

He softly smiled at you, placing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

"Anything for you sweetheart"

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sanchoi21 · 9 months

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Night Rides

Toji Fushiguro x reader, fluff.

Tonight Toji took you on a night ride. It was a regular occurance for you both as you found the night time very calming. Days were good and filled with office works for you both but nights were yours. You both could enjoy yourself however you want, under the moonlight.

Since before you met Toji, you always had a fascination for night rides. You only dreamt of going on one because yours parents never let you out after night falls. Because it's too dangerous. They are right in one way, but now that you had a strong husband to protect you by your side, there is no such fear anymore.

Toji was the one who first fulfilled this dream of yours. He was someone who always used to find comfort in night times as it was quite and all the noises from morning were now nowhere to be found. The empty streets which were lit up with a few street lights, the sleeping city filled with silence and calmness, the tranquil wind which was cool to his skin, the dim lights of shops and restaurants, the millions of stars in the sky, along with the moon which shone brightly above him, Toji loved it all. That's why he wanted to share this joy with you so he invited you on a night ride for the first time. You were nervous as well as excited, you trusted your husband to keep you safe. And that first night ride with him was the most memorable and beautiful, even better than what you had dreamt off.

Today too, you both decided to go on a night ride, as tomorrow was weekend. By now you had tightly hugged his waist while he was driving his blue motorbike at a good speed. It wasn't a dangerously fast pace, but good enough to make you feel electric. As the night air brushed past your face and hair, you felt calm again. You unconsciously were gripping him very tightly and feeling his smooth abs under your touch. Touching him wasn't intentional, it's just that your habitual to it. Toji smirked, feeling your hands going up and down his entire figure while he was riding the bike. It was hard to focus on the road ahead as you tightly gripped him from behind. So he commented, " Sweetheart, if you keep that up longer you are gonna knock the air outta me!! I can't focus on the road ahead. So can you please grip me a little softly??" Hearing his question you zoned out of your daze and blushed furiously at his comments. You replied," Y-Yeah s-sure!" Toji replied cockily, " You know, we can continue later right?" You could definitely tell that he was smirking just by hearing his voice, you just hummed shyly and hugged him softly now.

He stopped by a small restaurant which was open at night. You both sat there and placed your orders. You took corn dog and a ramen bowl. While Toji ordered his favorite takoyaki and kimchi rice. You both shared your dishes and had a nice talk about your worklife and other personal things. After finishing dinner Toji payed and you both began you ride again.

This time Toji headed towards other road, which you thought he took by mistake. But to your very surprise, once the dimly lit road ended you saw the waves clashing on the shore. There was a vast ocean in front of you, of which you didn't had the slightest idea that it was this close to your neighborhood. But in reality it was quite far away, because of Toji the time that had ticked off was not noticed by you, being too lost in him, had it's own demerits.

There were many food stalls around near the road. Toji quickly parked and asked you to wait for a bit. He soon came with a small bag in his hands and started riding towards the beach.

At night there weren't many people at the beach. It was peaceful and quite. Toji selected a spot where the was no one to disturb you both. You helped him put a mat on the soft sand and you both sat down on it. Toji handed you icecream which he had bought just a while ago. You stared at the cone in your hand thinking how thoughtful he is, as you wanted this flavour a week ago when you couldn't find any at grocery store last monday. You both simply sat there savouring the delicious taste of your ice cream.

The street lights reflected in the ocean water with the night breeze running wild, you found yourself leaning on his shoulder. To which he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. The dark waves hit the shore making clashing sounds. The moon which adorned the sky, looked like million pieces of diamonds in the inky ocean water, with street lights adding to its sparkle. The only sound you could hear was the waves and your lover's heartbeat. His heartbeat was gentle and it somehow always calmed you down giving you a sense of security and safety around him. The silence around you was truly refreshing. It felt like not a single soul existed around you two, as if you both were alone in this entire world.

As your eyes met Toji's, you found yourself lost in his emrald gaze. Those eyes which held only affection for you, shone more brightly than any other stars ever could. You just stared af him lost in his beautiful eyes. He gently traced a finger along your cheek and tugged a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

Y/n: Toji... This is really very beautiful. Thankyou for bringing me here.

Toji: I always wanted to bring you at night here. It's truly beautiful isn't it?

Y/n: You know what Toji, it indeed is very beautiful and quite here but for me you are the most beautiful one. This scene wouldn't be as beautiful as it is now, without you in it.

Hearing your comments, it was now Toji's turn to blush, he looked so cute when he blushed roses, it was indeed an rare occurrence but not an impossible one.

He gently pulled you forward and kissed your lips, to which you responded with passion. After staying in eachother's presence for a while, as sleep overtook you, Toji woke you up and asked you to sit in front of him while riding back home. You comfortably sat in front of him while leaning your head back on his shoulder. He carefully rode you both back at home.

Toji was your home. He had made your four walls of house to be called as home. Once you both had returned, you straight headed towards the bed after changing into your night clothes. He did the same. After shutting of all the lights in the house Toji returned to the bedroom to see you fast asleep on your bed. He smiled to himself thinking that how cute you look fast asleep like that. He laid beside you kissing your forehead. Before he could turn to his side of bed, you hugged him tightly and snuggled in his chest. "Still wanna hold me tightly, love? Ok then I'll do the same!" Saying this Toji engulfed you in his embrace and soon drifted off to sleep with you following you to dreamlands.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #jjk fushiguro #Night rides #Sleep #Comfort #Fluff #Toji x reader

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buckgasms · 2 years

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Alright girl, I thought of something 😏😏 The reader and Buck are dating and got really good friends with Sarah and the kids, so you get invited over for a BBQ and some games with your friends and enjoy the time of a little normal life. Then you stay over at night, enjoying some more alone time with your man 😉 and I have a feeling that you will blow up this idea into smth phenomenal again ♥️

Twice in one day!!! I am spoiling you 😉

Thank you very much to the totally gorgeous @imagine-all-the-fandoms for sending this in and thank you again for being so patient! I hope you like it ❤️💖

Warnings: p in v, blowies, Bucky gives good head, small spit kink cos I am still a whore

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'We are about an hour away! Can't wait to see you all' you hit send on your phone and Sarah pinged back a smiley face almost immediately and you smiled. You and Bucky had made the long drive down to Louisiana to spend a couple of days with Sam, his sister Sarah and her kids. You both loved being in Louisiana with the Wilson family, it felt like being in another world, where you could both be free from the struggles of everyday Avenging and instead just be a cute couple with their good friends.

Bucky's hand shifted from the gear stick to your thigh and squeezed as you smiled up at him. "You ok?" You asked and he nodded, a smile warming his face. "Hmm, just looking forward to getting there."

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As soon as you were out of the car AJ and Cass were running to Bucky, shouting about his arm and begging to be swung around. Sarah was yelling at them to calm down and let Bucky catch his breath, but he was already lifting them off the floor to their delighted screams.

You hugged Sarah and she launched into a million questions, asking about your journey, about Bucky, whether or not he had popped the question. You rolled your eyes and laughed as she squeezed your hand and led you inside for some much needed food.

Bucky arrived moments later with your suitcase in one hand and two excited kids hanging off the other. "Hey Sarah" he grinned and once the kids had let go she pulled him into a hug. "So good to see you! Sam is down by the boat if you wanna go get him?" Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek and headed off with AJ and Cass in tow, asking him endless questions about his arm and who he could beat up in a fight. You and Sarah laughed at them before you helped her finish dishing up dinner.

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By the time you had finished eating the sun was setting and you couldn't remember the last time you felt so relaxed. You settled yourself in Bucky's lap, his arms wrapped around you, fingers playing with yours as Sarah and Sam swapped increasingly embarrassing stories about each other. That was until Sarah won, of course.

"Ok I'm officially sick of sharing family stories, can we start drinking and find a different topic of conversation?" Sam grumbled before pouring everyone a healthy whiskey. You were already a bit giggly from the beer you had been working on all afternoon, so this was probably a mistake, but you were safe so you carried on.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your head before clinking his glass against yours and taking a sip. "That's pretty good man, cheers. And thank you for having us". Sam and Sarah both waved away his thanks, "you guys are always welcome here, anytime" you all smiled at each other before Sam whipped out Cards Against Humanity. You groaned and shook your head, "I suck at this game Sam!" He just laughed and dealt out the cards.

"Ok who took a dump last?"

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It had been a perfect evening that turned into the perfect night. After you had run through Sam's game, you tried your hand at poker (you lost) then monopoly (you lost) and finally you rose from your seat and begged Sarah to put some music on. In your drunken state, you both laughed and sang along loudly to the music, twirling each other around.

After a little while you felt familiar hands holding on to your waist and swaying with you, but also helping you to steady yourself. You soun around and found yourself face to face with Bucky. "Hi handsome" you grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Hi beautiful" he smiled back and rubbed circles on your hips. "Shall we head off the bed soon?" He meant it to be a simple question, but he sort of growled it at you, making you blush and nod, kissing him again, a little more desperately this time around.

"Guys, I've made up Sam's old bed for you, top of the stairs if you wanna head to bed" Sarah said, waving her arm towards the house. "Um what? No, no way are those two sleeping in my bed...nah nope." You all laughed at him and rolled your eyes, "Sam we're only sleeping, what's the big deal?" But you couldn't stop giggling as Bucky whispered something truly filthy in your ear. "I will kill your Barnes, I swear to god..."

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You stumbled up to the bedroom, Bucky's hands on your hips as you battled the stairs up to your bedroom. "Almost there baby, just a few more to go..." He chuckled and finally you reached the door and headed inside.

You immediately stripped off your dress to escape the stifling heat as Bucky threw open the windows. "Damn baby, you tryna give me a heart attack?" He walked over to you and pressed kisses to your face before sweeping down to your neck and chest.

You sighed his name and dragged his face back to yours to meet in a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as your passion for him flared in your tummy. "I know we said we wouldn't....but can we?" You whispered, eyeing Sam's bed and tugging at Bucky's waistband. "Baby, it was never not on the cards... Lay down pretty girl, show me where you want me."

You placed yourself on the bed before slipping off your underwear and spreading your legs open, showing him your pretty pussy, and whining as your fingers slipped through your folds. "Just there huh? I think I can work with that hmm?" You whispered his name and he quickly kicked off his pants and threw his shirt across the room before settling between your thighs, mouth inches away from your heat. He blew a stream of cool air on to you, making you squirm, before he settled his lips on your cunt and licked at your folds. You grabbed a cushion to cover your mouth as you moaned, his fingers joining his tongue to drag you towards your peak. Your thighs shook as he curled his fingers upwards and you jerked your hips as your came, biting down on the pillow to muffle your scream.

He pulled it from you to press a kiss to your lips, the taste of him and you riling you up again. With a little coordination you pushed him backwards and shuffled down the bed until you were level with his cock, which was resting heavily on his stomach. He panted as you pressed soft kisses and kitten licks to it, making his body jerk with the sensitivity of it. His fingers wrapped through your hair and he tugged gently. "No teasing princess, please...." You pressed one more kiss to him before taking him as far down your throat as you could. You set a steady pace, bobbing up and down, pausing briefly to pull off and lick up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the thick vein that pulsed on the underside of his dick. "Oh baby fucking hell" he moaned and you threw the cushion at him, which he chucked away, grinning. You rolled your eyes before taking him back in your mouth, sucking hard as he brushed the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment, rutting up into your mouth, making a delicious wet sound that went straight to your core.

"Come up here baby, need to fuck that pussy" he pulled you gently off him and urged you upwards until your face was level with his. "You gonna ride me baby? Or you want me to do it?" He pinched your nipples and you ground your wet heat down on his abs, before you whined out, "you do it Buck... Please?" And he chuckled before flipping you over and you landed with a huff. His hands pushed your thighs upwards, opening you up to him and he groaned before spitting on your pussy, rubbing it in with his cock. You sobbed and bucked your hips before he cooed at you. "Ok baby girl, I know, I know, gonna make you feel good now." Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he sank into you, filling you perfectly in one thrust. You squeaked as he started a relentless pace, filling you up each time and bottoming out. His growls became louder and longer with each thrust until you pulled him down, intent to quieten him before Sam bust in and kicked his ass. You let his tongue explore your mouth as you tugged at his hair and wrapped your thighs around his hips. His low growl vibrated through your chest and you thrust forward as he pounded harder, chasing his release. "Come with me baby, come on sweetheart, don't hold out on me." He whispered in your ear and pressed himself deeper and harder until your walls squeezed him and you both toppled over the edge, panting as you shook and clung to his body as he peppered your face and chest with kisses.

He finally rolled off you and pulled your sweaty body closer to his and you giggled quietly as he started to doze off. "Sam is going to posion your coffee y'know" and he chuckled groggily, "fucking worth it."

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riikive · 5 months

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EVERMORE ⌕ ONE

synopsis. in a world of endless chaos, a story continues where it may have left off. but with some new pair of eyes where the truth lies and endless doses of bittersweet. dreams may have been crushed, and secrets may be revealed.

starings. sim jaeyun x female!oc

genres. young adults. romance. drama. thiller. mystery. action. hurt/comfort. angst, friends to lovers, etc.

warnings. cursing, but it is censored

I recommend nobody under 16 years old read this story since there are a lot of tiggers/sensitive topics!

RETURNING TO MEMORIES

The arrival area in the famous Incheon International Airport, from left to right there were family reunions. Crying of happiness, everyone was accustomed to those sounds. People who arrived walked through the automated sliding doors, leaving their suitcases before running towards their loved ones who were waiting for them on the other side.

A female took a breath as she walked through those same doors, watching their reunions. Strangers who spared her nothing but a glance which quickly took their focus on their loved ones. Wishing she could be like those families or friends, hugging her loved ones like anyone in this airport right now. Thinking about it made her heart break a million pieces.

After 10 minutes of standing there, a noise was heard in her purse. She quickly took it out before a small smile appeared across her face once she saw the caller's name. In an instant, she answered the call. "Hello?"

"I am on my way, sorry! I accidentally slept while studying for my exams. I set two alarms and long story short, I didn't wake up for any of them!" Her best friend could be heard panting at the other line as though he had been running to his car.

The female couldn't do anything about it as it was a fair mistake anyone could make and it wasn't his responsibility to pick her up. "Jaeyun, it's okay you don't have to pick me up. I could just call a ta-" "No, I told you I would pick you up and I will do that. I can't let you down! I am in my car right now. Please wait until I come, I will be there as fast as I can. As long there is no traffic or sh*t," he interpreted in an almost pleading tone. Knowing she couldn't say no to anyone pleading.

"It's fine, Jaeyun … Alright, I will wait. Take your time. Please drive safely. Don't even consider speeding," she half-joked with a light laugh. But knowing him, he would speed up even if it's a little bit.

"No, promises. Stay put and don't even dare leave the airport. I will be there as soon as possible! Will call if I can't find you," he said before ending the call. She hummed in response just as the call ended. Looking at the clock on her phone, it read 7:20 p.m. It wasn't in any of the rush hours, but people were still driving from work to home after a long day. Especially in the capital of South Korea.

It has been 3 years since she was in South Korea. Nothing has changed as much. Maybe some minor changes, but that's it. Heejin looked out the window before letting out a soft sigh. Wondering how everyone is doing now. Are they achieving their dreams and goals? Are they happy? She sort of missed her friends here. People who she left after those memories.

Her phone suddenly made some noise in her purse. She quickly took out her phone and looked at who was texting. Her heart dropped after she saw the contract name. 'We have a gathering for you.' "Like I want to go," she scoffed while reading the message on the screen. Putting her phone away without replying, she went to a seat and leaned on it. Looking up at the ceiling, she took a breath.

"Heejin!" Looking forward, she saw her best friend Jaeyun running towards her. He had a smile across his face waving at her. She smiled back as she quickly walked towards him with her two luggage rolling her hands. Suddenly her best friend hugged her, almost making her lose her balance, but he made sure she didn't. She was a little surprised before quickly recovering and hugged him back. "I miss you so much."

She hummed in response. No words could explain how much she missed her friends. She closes her eyes as tears fall on her cheeks. Jaeyun broke the hug and quickly noticed she had tears falling. "Oh my goodness, why are you crying?" He looked at her with worried eyes. She didn't notice the tears, quickly she wiped her eyes and gave him a smile. "Oh, it's nothing…it's just happy tears," she reassured him.

He looked at her still with worried eyes, letting a smile creep across his face. "You look taller," he said, noticing her height. She shook her head, and a smile formed. "It must be the heels I am wearing right now. I am still shorter than you." Jaeyun looked at her shoes and noticed she was indeed wearing heels. "Maybe so, but you're still grown even if it's a tad bit." She nodded at the fact. "You look much better than when I left for Australia," she said not in a joking manner, but as an observation.

He smiled. "Of course, if I hadn't been better, then I wouldn't be able to do what he told me to do." She nodded. "Come, let's go." He quickly grabbed her suitcases before walking.

Once in the car, Jaeyun had convinced her to talk about her years in Australia. How was finishing school there, how were her violin and piano lessons, how were her aunt, uncle, and cousins, and so much more? From then on, she spoke of the wonderful things she has experienced there, also mentioning if she had a choice, she would've decided to stay there longer, forever seen. Then she talked about her repeated nightmares, hallucinations, panic attacks, sleepless nights, especially those thunderstorms. But never talked about why she had those nightmares, hallucinations, panic attacks, and sleepless nights because it will have their old friend, his first love, introduced into the topics. It won't be very pleasant for any of them at the moment.

Fortunately enough, he kept his silence while earnestly listening to the other's stories. It was like he understood not to ask for any further details and the downsides of her stay would be a bad idea. "My violin instructor suggested that I should get into Guildhall or Juilliard. She said with my application and skills, I could make it and my parents could afford any of the university's tuition," Heejin said, feeling happy when her instructor told her that.

"That's amazing! You always dreamt about going to either of the two universities since we were young. Plus you could now study your dream career! He exclaimed as though there was something to be excited about. As though her parents would never allow her to study music or even in those universities. Immediately he noticed the lack of enthusiasm on her part. "They didn't agree, did they?"

"You know them." She gave him a sad smile. "Although, I am glad I could move away from their wrath. At least I could have a little more air to breathe than those past 15 years," she took a breath and looked through the windshield. "I am sorry," he apologized for something he didn't take part in.

Heejin shook her head. "Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. Privileges come with a price." Her mind came to the thought of Sooah, who was like her. But her price was never like her old friend. There was a silence in between them. "I hate how I understand that." A bittersweet tone appeared suddenly from Jaeyun, which wasn't any surprise. "So, when will you plan to move out?" He glanced at her.

"Hmm, maybe a week or two from now, I still need to sort out all of my things from those 15 years of living in that house." Jaeyun nodded. "Alright, just give me a call, the others may want to help out too since it's been a long time." "Noted."

The car suddenly stopped, reminding her they had arrived at the destination. But to her surprise, he didn't simply drop her off. He instead parked somewhere near the house. She looked at him confused about what he was doing. He immediately noticed her confusion. "There is a gathering for you, which I found I was invited to. My parents are there too," he informed her of the knowledge she had purposefully forgotten about.

Her parents played the good cards by inviting the person who would pick her up and would convince her to attend. "I guess we are in this together like the times before." She took a silent breath before taking out her pocket mirror to put on some makeup since she had to attend that gathering after all with no excuse whatsoever. They both stepped out of the car and walked side by side to the house. "Remember if you want to get out of your situation, use the code word," Jaeyun said as they were about to enter the house.

"Lucious?"

"Lucious."

Jaeyun opened the door and held it for Heejin."Ladies first." Her heart dropped just by entering the house. Taking a breath, she went to where the gathering will be held. From left to right, there were the business partners her parents had made connections with over the years since she was born until now. She looked at her best friend and he looked at her. They both nodded and gave a smile to each other before departing to wherever.

Heejin felt small walking around the room filled with strangers. She felt like throwing up all of a sudden. Without even noticing it, she accidentally bumped into someone. "I am so sorry," she quickly apologized. "No, I should be the one apologizing." A familiar voice. Looking up, she realized it was her friend she hadn't seen in 3 years.

"Heeseung?!" She asked. The person looked at her confused for a second before then realized. "Heejin?!" "That's me," she smiled. "Here, let me help you." He held out his hand and she took it. "It's been 3 years, how are you?" He asked her.

"Doing alright, how about you?" She made sure her dress wasn't ruined or her mother might scold her for ruining her dress in front of the guests. Heeseung smiled. "I am doing better, I got accepted into the company I wanted. Just need to finish my studies then I will work full-time there."

"Oh really? Congratulations," she quietly clapped her hands with a smile. "When did you get here?" He asked her. "An hour ago." "Did Jaeyun pick you up?" She nodded. "As he should." Heeseung looked at the clock on his watch. "Well, it was nice talking to you again." "Same here." He walked away and now she was left alone again. With a sigh, she went to where the drinks were. Picking up a cup of punch, she took a slip making sure it wasn't spiked or anything before drinking more.

Suddenly thousands of reporters ran towards her, making her almost choke on the punch. The reporters started to gather around her. "How was staying in Australia?" "How was learning the piano and violin there?" Heejin took another slip while looking around the room. She spotted Jaeyun talking to some people in front of her and behind the reporters. "I must say this drink is luscious." She said loud enough for the reporters and her best friend to hear.

Next, she knew it, Jaeyun was by her side, excusing them before both of them made their way out of the reporter's eyes. "That was fast," she said while glancing at the reporters who were now escorted out. "We have been doing this since we were 12 and 13 years old," he smiled.

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philosetumble · 10 months

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Can You Not Hear It?

The future within our grasp? That ACHING, CLAWING NEED for us to just REACH OUT and take the reins.

That future whereby public consciousness exceeds our individual knowledge, and we become so deeply driven by eachother. Knowing that if one of us can, then all of us can.

The desire to truly, once and for all take care of eachother. We all just want to make it in this world, and we're so close to a point where we can drag eachother into the future.

The advances we've made in the last century alone have been nothing short of magical. Thinking up new ways to solve our health, increasing our lifespans by decades. We are on the cusp of infinite energy. We're just short of fully cybernetic limbs, and soon regrowable body parts.

The backsliding anti-progressives cannot hold on for much longer, they don't have the power to resist that overbearing monstrosity that is tearing away our backs lest we forget to run.

That monster that tells us there's no way back. Progress slides ever onwards, it's as ever as it has been. We no longer need the hysterics about it, the future is in our grasp, we need but seize it.

We are so connected in thought, feeling, love, acceptance and popular dissuasion.

OOOH CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT?! I know you! As you know me! We have never met, we will never meet, but I KNOW you.

Do you not see that far off sliver of an edge where a beautiful future waits for us. Look at how close it is, WE CAN SEE IT.

Humanity's expansion is one of harmony, don't you see? We want to be the benevolent progenitors so badly. Look at how often we write about it. The people before us looked like us, they were better than we are. All across science fiction, fantasy. THE STORIES WE TELL. We write about aliens coming by and gifting us great ancestral knowledge, because we know that we'd do that if we had that power. We instinctively try to raise up others.

Don't you feel that gnawing need to just HELP EACHOTHER?! Cut out the things that are terrible, let them fall away. You just need to understand we exist in as much space as we can take. Our bubbles end where another begins, and we test eachother's boundaries.

We learn those boundaries so we know what to do when those boundaries break. And we push eachother forward. Get back up, dust off your knees, there's work to do, but we don't have to die for it. We have to live for it.

CAN YOU NOT.

FEEEEEEL IT?!

The future begs for us.

Do you ever wonder if some of our drastic brain disorders are simply unable to process our advances, or some so well equipped for a future not arriving fast enough? Once you live long enough, our brains maybe, just can't process our progress. What if we knew it was coming because it no longer felt like magic.

Every ounce of science fiction was always about what we could be. Telling us what to avoid and what to take with us. Our lessons, successes, failures, and noble truths.

Telling us that the smallest virus can take out so much of us, the most advanced civilization we've ever known. Telling us that if we go too far into the future, we'll look at those behind as monsters.

But we can slow down a little. Time happens anyway. Neither it, nor us, can be stopped. Settle things in a true court of public opinion, make better the lives of those before us, so they can rest knowing that we'll be able take us to the next checkpoint.

We save ourselves by saving eachother. CAN YOU NOT FEEL THAT FUTURE?!

Scientists ready to go, you know, whenever.

can you not hear the echoes of a million stories telling us to GO. Find us, find you, in the future, as you were so will you be!

That city in the clouds we ALWAYS dream of, utopias of perfect community with our planet, the best of us stopping the worst before the worst happens.

Someone will always say NO before the worst, because we've made the big mistake 520 times. And we let it happen, because we just HAD to know, we just couldn't resist the urge to watch how quickly we could decimate our population.

We're the greatest monsters of this planet, and we knew it all along. But we are also it's greatest help, or we can be, if we just give in to that beast egging us forward.

CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT, OUR MINDS BECOMING ONE

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leajdh · 10 months

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Gold rush

Chapter two: She bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots, hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks

He was just a few more steps away from becoming a living legend. Already praised by the media as the honored one, he made a grave mistake which not only put his Ice Hockey career on hold, it disappointed even his most loyal fans so much so that his reputation sank to an all-time low.

Then he meets you; a retired figure skating champion who is now trying to find her purpose in life after her triumphs, all while still being loved and cherished by the media and public likewise.

Satoru Gojo sees his chance to not only get back unto the rink, but also to regain his former popularity.

But he soon realizes it will be a lot harder to get on your good side, because he's everything you despise combined into one person.

Will you give him a second chance and allow him to redeem himself, or is this going to be the match for your life time?

Gojo Satoru x reader (first person narrator)

Ice Hockey AU

FAKE DATING TROPE

Enemies to lovers

English isn't my first language, so expect some grammar errors

18+!!

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The music stops before repeating the same song over and over again.

I’ve been on the rink the entire morning, waiting for Masamichi to arrive, but he’s not here and I can’t find him at the resort either. I told him over text message I need to talk to him, urgently, before he has his meeting with Satorus crew. He just texted me an emoji of a man skiing back.

Great, when he’s skiing I can never predict when he will be here and I need to show him the pictures beforehand. I don’t want to open this pandora's box in front of Satorus manager and whoever is also on his crew. I just want to show the pictures to Masamichi and have him handle the situation. Maybe he would politely decline their request and they would search for another rink to train. I’m not petty enough to ruin Satorus entire career by ratting him out to his crew. Even though he deserves it and I want to see him lose his cool when he realizes whatever happened yesterday between us was just the tip of the iceberg.

But I tend to let emotions get the best of me, and yesterday while eating my cold burger I kept staring at Satorus autograph and thought to myself I already won against him. I don’t need a rematch. Especially one I knew I had already won.

Masamichi will handle it the mature way and if he decides to snitch on him, then so it will be.

I’ve finished the same skating routine for another time and another one and so on until I can't remember how often I’ve restarted the same program. The music stops as I want to get up from my final pose to start again from the center of the rink. But I get distracted by clapping from the tribune.

I would recognize the sound of this specific applause everywhere.

“Romeo and Juliet, mhm. Didn’t know you are a pair skater now”, my former coach Mei Mei shouts over to me, pressing the pause button on my phone to stop the music. My vision is blurry but I would spot her figure out of millions. She was the one I always focused on during competition. My sight had always searched for her approval.

“And I didn’t know hell allowed its citizens to visit earth”, I just shouted back in response, realizing how out of breath I am. My body aches for a pause, my knees want to give up, but not in front of her. Never.

“Romeo and Juliet is for pairs”, she simply says back. Mei Mei is a person of few words and barely laughs. She likes to get her point across without a lot of chit-chat.

“I disagree.”

“Of course you do. You don’t need another person to sell a love story. Still as presumptuous as ever.”

"Presumptuous, yes, but did it work? Did you buy into my love story?”

I grin at her.

“Did you make this choreo on your own?”, she asks instead.

“Yes, so no need to get jealous.”

“It’s good, it’s different. With a few changes here and there, we could..”, I don’t let her finish her sentences. I know where this is going and I’m not in the mood for a discussion with her.

“I did it for funsies, not for competition.”

“You still land all your jumps, such a waste of talent.”

“What are you even doing here? Don’t tell me you missed me”, I laugh holding onto my knees for support. I overdid it. Fuck, my muscles are about to give up. Just relax, I tell myself and in a few seconds I will have the power to quickly skate out of the rink to sit down.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m here for someone else”', her harshness doesn’t hurt me. I’m used to it and I know for a fact that she actually really cares about me. Hard shell, soft core. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself for years.

“Oh, what kind of masochist decides to hire you”, I snicker, gaining my vision back.

“Will you be quiet? You must have forgotten but I made a winner out of you. ”

“And here I am thinking it was my lifelong dedication paired with my blood, my sweat and my tears.”

“Four years later and you’re still a snotty, little brat.”

“Add talented and I agree”, I hear giggling and it’s not from Mei Mei. I look around and see three people at the entrance arch. They are too far away for me to notice details, but I distinguish a woman with a plain black skirt and long brown hair. A man with likewise long hair but darker, and him.

Satoru Gojo.

His white hair I would recognize everywhere. It seems like the other guy was the one who laughed because the woman is sucking on a cigarette, even though it isn’t allowed to smoke in here, and Satoru stares at me with a stone cold face.

Shit, I’ve hoped to never see him again, particular after what happened the night before. Memories from yesterday creep up on me. I feel heat rushing to my ear and places I don’t want to talk about.

“My new client is here”, Mei Mei says in the direction of Satoru.

You gotta be kidding me.

“Hockey, really? Didn’t you say it’s for brutal losers with two left legs?”, I exclaim, watching them walk down the stairs. Mei Mei is a former ice skater but as she herself said, she wasn’t talented enough. So she decided to coach and she is amazing at it. She knows bones and muscles more than any doctor. She can see from a mile away when someone steps on the ground the wrong way or when the legs hit a wrong angle after a jump. No doubt in my mind that she is capable enough to train a wounded hockey player back onto the ice.

“Yes, but money is money, right?”

She is always saying what’s on her mind. Unapologetic. Some clients would find this utterly rude, but they don’t seem to care.

I need to get off the ice and away as fast as possible, but my legs are still shaking. I’m afraid I will fall when I try to skate off. This situation couldn’t get any worse.

So I just follow them down the stairs with my eyes, focused on Satoru, who stares right back at me. No smile, no goofy expression, nothing. It’s like he’s ready to go into the rink for a fight. I’m so focused on him that I first take a look at the other guy as he says: “Hey”, adding my name casually: “Long time no see.”

I just look at him and can’t sort out his face.

“I can’t even be mad at you for not..”, he continues but I screech in a high-pitched voice: “Suguru.”

Right at this moment my left knee gives in and I fall on my side. Gladly I’m used to falling so I know how to save myself to avoid greater damage. Still I fall on my hip and only manage to save my head from hitting the ground by using my elbow to keep my upper body steady. I hit a nerve and it shots right through my limps. I want to scream but it is already embarrassing enough to fall like that, especially after saying a guy's name, so I suffer within.

“I’m fine!”, I say immediately. It hurts, but I’m fine. Maybe it will bruise but I’ve had worse. The only problem is, I can’t get up. The muscles in my left lower thigh start to constrict, making it impossible for me to even get back on my legs. My ass is therefore glued to the ice. I shift my weight to at least get my legs off the cold ground. Of course I’ve decided not to wear tights today, a foolish mistake.

“You forgot to eat your banana!”, I hear Mei Mei scream. I can’t remember the last time I ate a banana, but whenever my muscles were exhausted, Mei Mei would tell me to eat more bananas. “I will get you”, I hear Suguru say. I’m glad he’s the one offering me help, yet I still tell him I’m good, I don’t need any help.

Suguru Geto.

He was the captain of the university ice hockey team, which used to train on this rink before Yaga cut the contract a year after Suguru had graduated and moved to play for the Boston Bruins. He was a heartthrob and probably still is. I can further remember all these college girls giggling on the tribune as they were watching him train. My initial thought was, he would be an arrogant ass, like most hockey players.

But Suguru was different. He was nice to everyone. He laughed at every joke his teammates told him, he greeted everyone who walked past him and he listened and was actually interested in every conversation he had with fans.

We saw each other while he was on the rink, because even when the rink was occupied, I spent my entire day in the hall. Usually I was reading and occasionally looked over to him. It seemed like ice hockey was created for him. With such an ease he ruled the rink and demolished his opponents. But most importantly he had truly fun, something I rarely had on the ice. For me skating was all about winning and keeping my mind occupied. I trained so hard that my brain couldn’t hold a thought for longer than a second. Everything was about skating. Nothing else was invited in my mind.

I was jealous of him in a weird way.

He was allowed to sometimes come over when the rink was closed to skate, because my mother liked him. She didn’t hold animosity against ice hockey players, unlike me. One time she said Suguru reminds her of my father and I laughed at her. My mother had her delusional moments. There is nothing good about my father.

There is so much good about Suguru.

Suguru and I often sat at the same bench but never really talked and I think he was glad we didn’t. Whenever I saw him with his team, he was surrounded by people who wanted something from him, so he must have enjoyed the silence we shared. It’s not like I wanted to talk with him anyway. I didn’t have time for friends, much less for boys. But we greeted each other and sometimes he told me how impressive my jump was and I showed him my support by giving him a silent thumbs up when he looked at me after hitting a goal.

I only found out about him playing for the Boston Bruins, because he sent me a card after I won at my first Olympics. Reading how he forced his entire team to watch me and how happy he was when I won. He added his condolences for my mothers death, saying he first heard about it through a presenter who mentioned it on TV before my performance, so he’s sorry for not contacting me earlier. In the envelope were two tickets for one of his games in Boston. He wrote that he knew about my distaste against ice hockey, but a little city trip never hurt nobody. He even wrote I’m allowed to read or look at my phone, on condition that I shoot him a thumbs up when he’s making a point. He didn’t leave a phone number or address, so I couldn’t contact him. I’m not sure if I would’ve even done that. After the Olympics I didn’t have free-time. I was giving interviews for magazines, doing photoshoots and had TV appearances. So I never went to his game.

Eight years have passed since then. Occasionally I was thinking about him, but we never shared a deep bond to begin with and for him to not leave anything to contact him felt like a sign that he was just trying to be nice. Nice how he would be to everyone who lost their mother and later won at the Olympics. I would have felt like a fool for trying to contact him after all these years.

As Suguru wants to step on the ice, Satoru holds him back and slithers past him, saying he will get me.

Oh no, I force myself to get up while the woman, who is with them, just says: “Gojo, if you hurt yourself going on ice without skates, don’t expect me to treat your wounds afterwards.”

But it didn’t seem to bother him being on ice without skates. He slides towards me like it’s the easiest thing ever. For him it probably is. He must have insane upper body strength and don’t get me started on the legs. I mean I’ve seen the pictures, not only before I went into the pub. I googled him again at home while Hime was telling me about her day, mentioning how Satoru and his crew rented the entire third floor and how upset the cook got once she gave him Satorus meal plan with all the extra wishes.

Before he has the chance to reach me, I’m on my legs again. It’s killing me, but it’s better than getting help from him. He still extends his hand towards me.

“No really, I’m good”, I say and want to skate past him towards the rink exit where Mei Mei is waiting for me with open arms, but he grabs my arm and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. Before I even register what I’m doing, I kick my legs, but he holds them in place, whispering to me: “Leaving me out in the cold is one thing, but now you’re trying to kill me.”

I instantly stop moving.

I forgot I had my skates on. Hitting him at the right angle, they would cut through him like butter.

“I’m sorry, did I strike you?”, I ask, totally forgetting whose shoulder I’m on. He has his arm wrapped around my upper thighs. His hand is laying precariously close to my ass, while his other arm blocked my kicks.

“No, I’m fine, princess.”

Just now I’m realizing that he isn’t taking me to the exit where the others are waiting. He’s going across to the other exit.

“Don’t call me that and you’re going the wrong way!”

“Yesterday you didn’t mind me calling you princess, and huh? Not wearing tights with such a short skirt. Don’t tell me you did that for me.”

“Dream on”, I buzz back to him with a lowered voice: “Now let me go, I can skate by myself.”

“No, we need to talk”, he rustles and pinches me right below my ass. I’m hitting him against his lower back but it doesn't bother him.

We arrive at the other exit while the others look confused at us from the other side. Great, I don’t want to know what they are thinking.

He lowers me down and finally lets go of his grip he had on me. I open my skates as fast as I possibly can, not looking up to him.

“As much as I enjoy you kneeling in front of me, we need to talk.”

I get up with my skates in my hands and turn around to leave. There is no need to talk. By now his pea-sized brain must have figured out that I’m playing a part in his whole contract with the usage of the rink.

But it’s too late.

He fucked up by drinking.

He broke the contract before it was even completely finalized.

No need for me to hear his excuses.

As I’m walking away from him, he doesn’t hinder me. Instead I hear a sound which makes my blood freeze inside my veins.

‘Who’s your daddy, Zenin?’

Followed by me whimpering his name.

My heart sinks as I jump up, turning to him. Satoru hasn’t moved a bit as he holds his phone out for me to see a video.

“Do I have your attention now?”

I can’t believe it. How didn’t I notice him filming?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This is not good.

Not good? It’s a fucking disaster!

“Delete it”, is all I mutter once the clip is over. The clip itself is dark, you can barely identify me. But him saying my fucking last name and me being dumb enough to play right into his cards by answering. Fuck.

Did he plan this from the beginning?

No, it can’t be.

He’s just a pervert, who does stuff like that. His obsessive talking about taking pictures of me while fucking him with a Rangers shirt on should have been an indicator from the start.

“You know I can’t”, he answers.

“Why not?”

“The pictures.”

“Which pictures?”

Pathetic comeback for me, but I’m startled. I can’t lose this evidence. Surely I could ask Masamichi to just believe me or tell him to call Frank. He’s a witness, but I’m not even certain if he would listen to me. He would probably tell me to stop with my animosity against Satoru.

“Oh don’t you dare act stupid”, he puts his phone back into the pockets of his grey training pants: “Suguru has warned me about your dislike towards ice hockey players. Don’t get me wrong, I understand it. But I would’ve never guessed how far you would go.”

“What do you mean, warned?”, I cough.

“Did you really think I didn’t know who you were right from the beginning?”, I look at him, my heart beating a thousand miles per hour in my chest: “I know so much about you, you have no idea.”

I start to lose balance again, holding myself up at the edges of the rink. Partly because of my still exhausted legs, but more so because I feel the panic rise inside of me. I want to puke, knock myself out, just so I can wake up far away from him in a hospital bed and act like none of this is happening right now.

“Sit”, he points to a bench: “This will take a while.”

I obey and take a seat. There is no way for me to get away. To get out of this situation. If I can live through this nightmare, I can do anything.

At least for now he’s keeping distance, leaning against the wall in front of me. I’m glad no one seems to come over to bother us. Before I could ask myself why they are leaving us alone, I rant: “I didn’t give me any permission to film me! Do you have any idea how badly this could affect my life?”

“And do you have any idea how these pictures could affect my life?”

“It’s your own fault! You took these pictures, you did it yourself! If I were your average fan, these pictures would be online already!”, I scream at him, holding back tears.

“Yes, and it was fucking stupid of me. I was reckless.”

“So your own recklessness gives you the permission to film me? Why did you do it? Is this a sick kind of game to get back at my father, something to laugh about with your team?”

He walks over to me, seating himself next to me at the bench, stretching his left leg out. Not looking at me.

“It has nothing to do with your dad and no one will ever see this video, if you keep the pictures to yourself and let me skate here.”

I feel sick.

“Are you blackmailing me?”, I ask with a shaky voice.

“No, I’m just matching your energy. You started this foul game, I’m just keeping up.”, he’s still not looking at me, now both his legs are stretched wide open. Relaxation in person. He never seems to lose his cool.

“I don’t understand.”

“I already told you not to act stupid. You made it your mission right from the moment you saw me at the pub to ruin my life and I was dumb enough to not notice it until I saw how you looked at the pictures. Smiling like I walked right into your trap. I realized I’m fucked if I don’t have a quick backup plan.”

We really played each other, but I underestimated him tremendously. He’s right. I thought he is a dumb ice hockey player, who is an easy opponent. I would’ve never guessed that he saw right through me.

I breathe heavily and try to calm my nerves. I don’t know what to do. Or what to say. I’m on the horns of a dilemma. But I need to solve this quickly. And for this I need to know exactly what his plan is.

“What will you do if I show Yaga the pictures?”

“I will leak the video.”

I bite my teeth: “Then I will show them to your NHL team.”

“No you won’t do any of that and I will tell you exactly why.”

He stretches his arms over his head like he has no care in the world. It makes my blood boil by how calm he seems. He knows he has me in the palm of his hand. I acted the same way as I locked him out of my car. I was so certain that I had the upper hand, that I didn’t realize his real scheme. It wasn’t to fuck me, it was to counterplay my strategy.

“You’re a world-class figure skating champion without any dirty laundry. You didn’t even say one bad word about your shithead dad to the press”, he gets up and situates himself between my legs. Going on his knees to be on one level with me, while his large hands rest on my thighs. I do nothing against it. I just hold his sight and wait for him to continue.

“You’re still to this day America's sweetheart. Not a chance in the world you would risk your perfect reputation over not sharing your rink with an ice hockey player.”

“And you’re naive if you think I did this because you’re an ice hockey player.”, is the only thing I spit back at him, because he’s right about me. He read me like an open book, even with alcohol intake. He’s not a dumb player who only has parties and sex in mind. He’s a fucking psychopath.

“So why did you do it?”, he asks, genuinely curious while he rests his chin on my knee. He looks at me like this is all fun and games to him. Like he has already won. 1:0 for me, my ass. This is not a rematch, it’s halftime and I just realized that I scored an own goal.

“Why can’t you just get another rink?”, I ask instead, while ignoring his question and holding back tears. I can’t win this. He’s so fucking right. I would do everything to keep my reputation high. Thinking more about it, certainly a video like this would make massive waves. I think of all the different outcomes. In today's climate Satorus career would be over. No, let me correct that. Over something like leaking a suggestive video, his career wouldn’t be over. He’s a hot, rich man, who’s loved by many people. He would come out of this with a tap on his fingers. Only the pictures I have could ruin his career. But if he goes down, he will drag me with him. Clearly I would get sympathy from some sides, but still make the headlines. And even when people tell you, they didn’t look at it, they did. It’s the age of the internet. Once something is out there, it will be there forever and haunt you like a poltergeist. The fear has gripped me that this short, dirty talk video would overshadow all my accomplishments.

I start to cry.

“There is no time for me to find a new one before the season begins”, he noticed me crying and let out an annoyed sigh: “I’m sorry for doing this to you, princess. But my career means everything to me. You surely understand this better than anyone else.”

Yes I do, and this is the reason why I’m sitting here and declaring defeat. He can have my rink alongside with my dignity. Wait, he already has the last one.

“I hope you fall and break your neck on my rink”, I say and kick him against his chest, but he has a strong grip on my thighs, not letting go of me as he smiles: “So we have a deal, great! How about we start over”, he exclaims and lets go of my thighs, leaving his handprints on them. I brush over my thighs, trying my hardest to get them away. My action doesn’t seem to bother Satoru as he takes something out of his pocket.

His phone and mine.

He must have grabbed it before entering the rink. He could have easily just destroyed it. There was no need for him to ever mention the video he has of us. It was nothing more than another game of his. A power trip. To show off that he played me. To show off that he tricked me.

To show off that he conquered me.

I want to strangle him.

He unlocks his phone while holding mine in front of my face to activate the face-ID. Whatever his plan is, I know I have to accept it. I have never felt this kind of defeat before. I have never felt powerless over a situation. I have never lost.

Then he hands me his phone and keeps mine.

“Delete the video. And I will delete the photos.”

“How do I know you don’t have a backup?”

“I don’t use the cloud because this thing gets way too easily hacked.”

“You could have it saved to another device or send it to someone.”

“Jeez, how leery. Not sure why I deserve this.”

I just stare at him, unamused while I feel the weight of his phone in my hand.

“Okay, you can look through all my messages and ask Suguru, I don’t have another device with me.”

“And how do you know I don’t have a backup?”

“Oh, come on, princess, don’t be silly now. You were way too sure about all this to think that something could go wrong.”

I lower my glance and work my way through his phone without saying a word to him. In a fucked up way I trust him that he has no backup. But I still look through his recent messages on all his social media platforms. There are a lot of chats. Mostly I’m interested in his groupchat with the Rangers team. It’s a bunch of nonsense they ramble about. Asking Satoru about the resort and all kinds of stuff about Hockey. I’m surprised that he didn’t mention meeting me. So he really kept it to himself. Even though there was a conversation going on a few days ago that caught my attention, mainly because I see my name added into it.

Gavel: I still think it's a foolish idea for Gojo to train at the Yaga rink. Can’t trust a Zenin.

Slenderman: There’s a NDA.

Gavel: NDAs always have a loophole. Send it to me, I will find one.

Slenderman has sent a file

Atsuya: I agree with Hiromi, it’s idiotic. Aren’t there other ones?

1: We already discussed that. We requested over a dozen. Yaga is the only one that meets our criterias. No more debate. The situation is bad enough already.

Satoru: Jeez, thanks.

1: you know how I meant it..

Scarface: I also think it’s a dumb idea.

Satoru: Since when do you care?

Scarface has sent a photo (it’s a screenshot of my name in google picture search)

Scarface: notice a pattern?

Satoru: ???

Scarface has sent a photo (it’s a screenshot of Satoru Gojo girls in google picture search)

Scarface: pattern

Satoru: ???

Space bun: He means she’s your type.

Satoru: So?

Scarface: You’re there to train, not to get your dick wet.

Nanamin: I don’t want to be part of this discussion.

Nanamin has left the chat

Ino has added Nanamin

Gavel: I looked over it, I will send a better version to you, @ slenderman

Slenderman: Thank you, but our attorneys approved this one.

Gavel: They’re idiots then.

Slenderman: @ scarface Thank you for your concern, but our team at Idaho will make sure that Gojo focuses only on his training.

Satoru: Can’t promise that.

1: …

Scarface: I knew it! Can’t blame you, she’s fuckin’ hot. I would tap that too.

Nanamin has left the chat

Space Bun: Gross dude, don’t you have a girlfriend?

Ino has added Nanamin

Scarface: So? Doesn’t mean I can’t dream

Scarface: and cream.

Nanamin has left the chat

1: I’m just one more comment away from informing coach Gakukanji about this @ scarface

Scarface: Pls don’t tell daddy, I’m scared.

1: …

Scarface: Jokes aside, I’m just thinking about the team. If he’s not focusing on getting back on track, we’re fuck, so you better give Q-tip a warning.

Ino has added Nanamin

1: See you in 10, Satoru.

Satoru: Jeez, I was just joking.

1: in 10.

Satoru: okay mom

Gambler: Did someone see my Jersey?

“Gross”, I mutter, not sure what to make out of that. It’s true, he has a type, but I see his type more as models. I don’t notice a huge resemblance with me. But people from the outside see things differently, maybe scarface is right, but that still doesn’t help me on my path of trying to understand what Satoru actually wants from me. A quick fuck? A challenge? My fathers attention? Whatever his intentions are, they are not noble.

“What? Found my nudes?”, he smirks up to me, still sitting between my thighs.

“What, no!”

“Right, you wouldn’t say gross if you saw them.”, he grins and is skipping through my phone as well. I don’t really mind, because I have nothing of his interest to hide.

After I checked his most recent chats and made sure his phone is in no connection with another, all while trying not to lurk too much into his privacy, but as I went ahead to his galery to delete the video, I noticed a handful of photos of Satoru with a kid.

“You have a kid?”, I ask without thinking if I’ve crossed a line by wanting to know something so private, especially for athletes like him. A lot of famous people keep partners or kids behind closed curtains, away from the public eye.

But Satoru just glares at his phone for a second and says: “No, it’s Fushiguros.”

“And who’s Fushiguro?”

He blinks at me, knitting his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You really have no clue about Ice Hockey. Toji Fushiguro, he’s my teammate.”

“Cute kid.”

He blinks at me again, before going straight back to whatever he’s doing on my phone.

“Yeah he’s a cutie, unlike his dad.”

I don’t question his stance, even though I’m asking myself who Fushiguro is from all the weird nicknames he gave his teammates and go right into his video folder where I instantly find the video and delete it.

“And you have a cat?”, he questions showing me a picture from my photo gallery. I look at the picture and explain: “Yes, his name is Todo. He’s actually the rink cat, maybe you will see him.”

Three winters ago I found Todo as a kitten under a stack of firewood. As I was about to grab some, I heard his meow and instantly brought him inside. Even as a kitten he was big, but now he’s a huge monster of a cat, who eats like an actual monster as well. I spend more money on his food than on my own. But he’s a lovely black tabby, easily makes friends and loves belly rubs when he’s comfortable with someone. He usually lives in the rink hall because it’s more spacious than my cabin. I sometimes take him with me overnight, but often I can’t find him before I leave. I will definitely get him a friend, but the rescue center in my town doesn’t have a right candidate at the moment.

“Cute”, he smirks, still looking at the picture of Todo and me.

“Yes, he really is.”

“No, I meant you.”

I make a fake puking sound and declare: “Hope you’re deadly allergic to cats.”

He just laughs deeply into his stomach and I avoid his eyes to focus back on his phone in my hands.

Just to make sure I go ahead into the data bin and permanently scrap the video off. This has never existed. So it never happened.

I want to hand him his phone back but he’s still fixated on mine.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking through your google searches.”

“Give me my phone!”, I try to snatch it out of his hand but he grabs both my wrists with his unoccupied one and keeps scrolling with the other. Trying to free myself, he just pulls me closer, pressing his shoulder against my stomach. I have his hair under my nose and I hate to say it, I actually curse myself for thinking this, but he smells so good. Whatever magical spell he has on my brain to even just think that, needs to be shattered. I should not find him attractive, but of course fate has sent me an adonis over to make my mortal enemy.

“Over a dozen searches with my name. Are you in love or something? Honestly, I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Shut up and give it back”, I screech, pulling even more. I tend to forget that he’s a fucking rock.

“Satoru Gojo DUI, Satoru Gojo crash, Satoru Gojo jail. Really?”

“Gosh, let me go”, I say and try again to rip my hands out of his grip. I rather say ‘Gosh’ because if I just utter the word ‘God’ in his presence, he will make it about himself.

“I take it back. Whoever Michael Byford is, he must be living rent-free in your head. Michael Byford wedding, Michael Byford wife. Shit, princess, you’re in love with a married man?”, but then I can see on his face as he reads more of the searches. The same ones I used when I looked Satoru up. DUI, crash, jail, murder….

He’s confused and distracted which allows me to get my hands free and snatch my phone back.

“Who is he?”, he asks instantly, staring me down, but I don’t meet his gaze.

“Did you delete the pictures?”, I ask instead, wanting nothing more than to go away.

He simply nods.

So it’s over. No need for me to stay here with him any longer. I push one of my legs past his chest to get up and brush past him. However he’s fast and grabs my shoulder, before I even have the chance to fully get up. He’s asking again who he is.

Michael Byford; the man who took my mother from this earth, from me. Normally you would think that Satoru should have heard his name if he really does know everything about me. Yet his name is pretty much never written in articles about my mothers death. Most articles about my mothers passing paint her death as an accident, some even say she was in a car and hit another one. I never talked about it or clarified anything, because it happened right before the Olympics and my PR team told me to focus on my performances. Masamichi did everything in his power to handle the situation, but apparently Michael Byford had someone mighty on his side, who had good connections with the press and a whole lot of money. His name and face were erased from most articles and lies were fabricated even though he was convicted. Whoever cares to know how my mother dies, will read about a tragic accident. Only if you dig deeper, you will find words like drunk driver or at best Michael B..

After all these years I never had the strength to talk about it publicly. People thought I handled it so well. I mean I won gold. I should have been devastated and should have resigned from the Olympic team, but skating was the only thing keeping me from collapsing. I didn’t let my brain think for one second. I pushed my body beyond its limits to kill every thought in my mind. And after the Olympics everyone seemed to forget about her death. All I heard about was my victory, which sent me straight into a pile of interviews, photoshoots, campaigns and TV appearances. Once this died down, I wanted to tackle the processing for her death. I wanted to come clear with myself and start to accept it, but Mei Mei has brought up that I need to focus on Nationals and requalify for the Olympics and at that time I chose the easier way, which was to simply not think about her death. Now nearly a decade later I still haven’t engaged in the healing process. I’m only angry and bitter. Angry at Michael Byford and whoever helped him discredit his actions. Bitter with myself for never addressing it. For keeping quiet about her death. For letting him get away with it.

But it’s too late. I missed the train to untangle it.

Being in the public eye is heaven and hell so to speak. I would open a barrel with no idea how deep it gets.

People could find me brave for finally speaking about it, for bringing attention to the injustice the press did to my mothers case. I could give speeches about it and maybe help others who went through the same loss. But who am I to do this? I’m not even over it myself. Can you actually get over a situation like it? God, they would praise me as a hero, yet I’m spiteful and my mind is filled with cruel imaginations.

On the other side the deeper the barrel, the closer it is to hell. And hell would be to come across as needy, fame hungry. Like why is she talking about it now? It’s nearly a decade ago, why didn’t she speak up earlier? Is she using her mothers death to get relevant again? Is the money getting tight and she needs a sob story to sell to the media? Like who is she anyway?

I heard this kind of stuff all before. There is not a year when there isn’t someone going through this exact event with the media and you can never predict the outcome.

And I hate not being in control.

But whatever route it would take, one thing's for sure. It would ruin Michael Byfords life. And as much as I crave his downfall, all I saw when I was looking him up online was his little daughter. I would not only ruin her father's life, I would ruin hers as well. I would not be better than Michael. There would be no way for them to be ever truly happy again after I drag them through the mud of the media. Muscle to muscle and toe to toe, her father took my mother from me so I would take her father from her.

Call me a vicious or vile person for my foul play with Satoru, but I’m not a monster. I would never be able to forgive me for ruining an innocent person's life. I wouldn’t be better than a drunk driver who takes the life of an innocent bypasser.

“Stop bothering me, you’ve won. Be happy and leave me alone”, I press myself up, still insanely weak on my legs, but I manage it. He stands up with me, all while his hand is still fixed on my shoulder. He’s really testing my body on how easily I bruise. The big one on my hip won’t be the only mark I’m getting today.

“Who is he?”, he asks again, stubborn as a mule, maybe more like a tank.

“Thought you know everything about me”, I hiss provocatively, now meeting his gaze. If I had an iron rod, I would go full Tonya Harding on him.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me”, his grip on my shoulder tightens even more. Yes, this one will definitely become a bruise.

Why does he want to know? To send me more through hell? To keep me longer in this nightmare of his presence? To find more pieces for his twisted game he’s been playing with me?

“Just let me go”, before he has the chance to loosen his grip, Mei Mei appears, closely followed by Suguru and the unknown woman.

“What is going on?”, Suguru says, looking between Satoru and me, who has by now let go of me. I stand there awkwardly. They came at the worst timing.

“Get over here, now”, Mei Mei wails through pressed teeth at me. I obey and reach for her as she grabs my underarm and pulls me instantly closer.

First I thought she’s mad at me for some reason, but then I saw her eyes flicker at Satoru. She’s ready to kill him.

“Are you good?”, she asks me calmly, taking my face in between her palms and observing my face. I’m definitely red in my face from all the crying earlier, so I spin a lie around it. I don’t want to turn this into a big deal. I don’t want them to know why I cried, what all this is about. I simply don’t want to talk anymore. However, since when do I get what I want? So I talk.

“I’m fine, it’s just my leg. Must have torn a muscle or something. You know what a crybaby I can be.”

She doesn’t believe me, mainly because I’m not a crybaby at all. At least not when it comes to physical injuries. She winds her arms around my shoulders to steady me, but more so to give me a strange hug. Like she used to do when I was waiting for the jury to announce my points at a competition and my nerves were making me shake like a tiny tree in a storm. She’s not good with physical comfort. Who am I lying to, she’s not good with comfort in any form. For example the time when I told her about the Devils talent scout, who came into the rink and I panicked, she simply said that he’s just a random man and since when am I crying over an ordinary man. She didn’t understand my concerns or simply didn’t care enough. All along Mei Mei used to find my deep rooted fear for my absent father absurd. Maybe because my mother never spoke bad about him and watched his games on TV with full support like he didn’t completely ghosted us. She was so in love with him. And I will never know nor understand why. For me, he’s as dead as my mother.

“I will not ask again, Satoru. What are you doing here?”, Suguru is mad, or worried, or both. I can’t tell the difference. Satoru doesn’t say anything. This circumstance isn’t ideal for him. Whatever lie he has in mind, I could easily debunk it and everyone would believe me.

But I’m tired and sick of this. I want to go home and cuddle up on the couch while Hime brings me some food and tells me everything is going to be fine.

“Nothing really. He -”, a fast lie, a good and quick one.

“He had to bring me through this exit because he couldn’t turn around without falling too.”

To my surprise Satoru grins at me like the devil himself and call me a fucking psychopath, but my heart instantly skips and screams for a rematch. He has won the first game against all odds, but this was not the real one. It was just a tryout.

The pictures and the video are gone and so is everything that led up to this moment. Everything that has happened between us, is our secret. I know I could ruin him right now, throw allegations at him and accuse him of anything that comes to my mind. He would be out of my rink in an instance. It would be an easy match for me to win. But I don’t want to play a foul tryout anymore. I will find a way to get him into a dilemma. Into the lion's den with no way out. Complete defeat, so no rematch can save him.

A spiel between true legends. Two legends that don’t underestimate each other. All cards open, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to see what kind of tricks my opponent has up his sleeve.

But first I need to resolve this. Neither Mei Mei nor Suguru seem to fully believe me. Granted, it was a bad lie. As if Satoru won’t be able to turn us around.

Yet, I don’t truly know how severely injured his leg is. Maybe all the training won’t be enough to get him back into the team. Truly pitiful, I can’t hide my snicker after this thought.

They wait for Satoru to say something, but he is as always the least stressed person in the room, so I continue for us: “He just grabbed me to get me back on the bench to favor my leg. But everyone would have tried to run away, because apparently he can’t be quiet for one second. Kept talking my ears off!”

I try to bring lightness into the stiffen atmosphere and it seems to work. Sugurus' shoulders start to relax and a small smile appears on his lips. Mei Meis' hold around me also loosens, but she still seems weary of Satoru.

“We haven’t had the chance for an introduction. I’m Ieiri Shoko, Satorus physician for the time he’s here. If you don’t mind I can have a look at your leg. Making sure everything is fine.”

She is stunning, absolutely gorgeous. An Angel.

Why is she working for a dick like Satoru?

Probably the same reason why Suguru and Mei Mei are here.

Money.

I introduce myself, but shake my head: “I have these kinds of injuries all the time, no biggie. I just need to lay down for a second and I’m fine again. But thank you and if it isn’t better tomorrow, I will gladly accept your offer.”

I beam at her and she smiles back.

“So between you both everything is fine?”, Mei Mei asks and before Satoru has the chance to say something, I intervene: “Absolutely. He was even so nice to promise me his help with the beginner skating course for kids. Miguel injured his back a few days ago and I’m actually his substitute but you know me, I’m not good with kids screaming, crying and falling all over themselves on the ice. So it was truly such a relief when Satoru offered to overtake the course until Miguel is fit again.”

Maybe this is a bit of a foul game, but I will allow it for my amusement and to save me some nerves.

“What, Satoru, you know you don’t have time for that”, Suguru expresses confusion.

“Didn’t you hear, I promised it to her”, he genuinely smiles at me while I try to not get red. I would have expected a lot of different reactions, but not this one. He’s really helping me out.

But why?

“Could be good, easy exercise for him. Training small kids and preventing them from falling requires a lot of strength, fast instincts and speed with steadiness. All while keeping calm”, Mei Mei explains, looking at Suguru.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. No one is supposed to know you’re here. This goes against everything we arrange in the NDA”, Ieiri steps in and gives Suguru an alarmed look.

“Not to burst your bubble, but have you seen him? He looks like a giant Q-Tip, good luck keeping his stay a secret”, I utter, referring to how scarface called him in the chatlog.

Everyone huffs amused at my comment, even Satoru. I look at him and he’s watching me from under his long lashes. I feel like I’m going to faint. A man like him doesn’t deserve to be so beautiful. The world is truly unfair.

“We can discuss that later with our lawyers. And if they decline, I can step in”, Suguru chimes in and smiles at me.

“No, you don’t h-”, I stumble over my words before he cuts me off and states: “I will find a solution.”

He really hasn’t changed since the last time I saw him. He’s still calm and kind. An empathic good soul. I hate myself for dragging him into this. Of course he would sacrifice himself on Satorus and my behalf. Training kids is a fucking pain in the ass. At least for me, but Suguru wouldn’t probably mind. He’s the kind of person who's naturally good with kids. With everyone.

He’s the type of man mothers brag about to their friends and fathers love to actually hang out with. He’s the kind of person when he’s with somebody other women envy them and other men are intimidated by his presence. He’s the type of man who genuinely cares and always picks the right side.

He hasn’t changed at all, really. He just got taller, more muscular and his hair is a bit longer, but he’s still a heartthrob. Not in the way Satoru is. Suguru is the perfect portrait of a classic man, a timeless handsome face. Some would argue he has a mysterious manner. Like a fallen angel, damned to stick around flawed humans.

Satoru seems so opposite of him. White hair versus black hair. Light eyes versus dark eyes. Devil grins versus angel smiles.

But they are both so majestic in an indescribable way even though they are huge Ice Hockey Players with hard facial features and even harder muscles. And wasn’t the Devil an Angel before God threw him out?

What am I even thinking?

I should have stopped my train of thoughts after Suguru being a heartthrob and not bring Satoru into this calculus as well.

“Anyway, I should really head out now. It was nice meeting all of you. I will come back later to sign all the NDA stuff, don’t worry!”, I announced and released myself out of Mei Meis hug, walking inside the corridor.

But I quickly halt, turn around and drop a curtsey while staring daring at Satoru: “And before I forget it, welcome to the Yaga rink.”

He holds my gaze and grins: “And thank you for having me.”

Asshole, as if I had the chance to decline.

But soon enough I will wipe that arrogant smirk right off his face.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #enemies to lovers #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #ice hockey au #ice hockey #figure skating #smut #fake dating #fake dating trope

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caffeine-n-andreneline · 1 year

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SnV Qin Shi Huang || Ying Zheng x Fem!Reader

Warnings: First fic lol, historical inaccuracies, typical cannon violence, a kid with trauma and a wannabe therapist, Soulmate AU, slowburn(?), Warring States period-ish, JJK cross over kinda-ish, baby qin needs a hug.

The notes of the koto reverberated throughout the Michizane household. The people laughed and drank sake to their heart's content, whilst applauding to the child in the middle of the room, playing the said instrument with finesse.

Accompanied with her voice, she sang much like a true virtuoso. It did not take long for her performance to end, the cheers dying down as the adults went on to mind their own business.

The girl with the (H/c) hair rose from her previous position and bowed down for gratitude. When she exited, two servants followed suit, storing away the heavy hunk of wood.

Now, she rests by the secluded part of their home, in an open porch, which showcases the serene Zen Garden that the Michizane managed whilst the gathering continued with their faint chatters in the background. Red cherry blossoms flutter with grace as they are coveted by the grassy grounds.

She opens the palm which bears her soulmate's first words upward to the midnight sky.

A single gray petal is what she sees.

Never had she seen the shade of red. That questionable goop of gray upon her lips as well as the women back inside the gathering? Or the fine silks and fabrics all over their house?

Even her own blood. Gray and so dark you could mistake it as black like ink. In all honesty? It's slowly–making her insane.

"Sunshine, it's chilly here. I suppose we should get you back inside." From behind her, a deep voice of a man startled her tiny heart, yet she still managed to put on a neutral face.

"You make such awful callings, father."

A man of tall stature came to her view. Her father, Michizane Sugawara, the patriarch of the household she resides in. A scholar once of common blood, he rose to his position today for his great contributions and efforts, became a vassal of a shogun–a daimyo which also holds the title of this state's diplomat.

"Well then, hm. Moonlight, how about we head back inside? I suppose there's still some daifuku left if I'm not mistaken." He continued, scooting beside her daughter.

The patriarch had his hair painted in snow, his eyes as blue as ice. Almost a carbon copy, aside her hair, to the pensive girl on his side.

"That's the same thing." The daughter bluntly replied.

"I suppose you're right."

Then there was a short pause.

"But you, you're not alright at all." Glancing to her daughter, he resumed.

"You can always tell me what ails you, you know?"

He waited for a response. A few moments have passed by, but still none. It seems the girl is in deep thoughts. Until the silence was broken with her declaration.

"I want to see red. It drives me mad. It should be a color that I see regularly everyday, yet it's replaced by this boring monotone color I see instead."

She ranted. Michizane knew this feeling all too well. There he decided bringing her along not only could give her experience, but also give her the opportunity to find what she seeks.

"Perchance you could see it soon." He gave her a reassuring smile.

"How do you know?" She asks, with her voice laced in doubt.

"My intuition tells me so. Did you know I can't see the colour of the rays of the sun when I have yet to meet your mother?"

"....must've been so bright."

"Yes, indeed. Your other half, surely they gaze upon the vast horizon of the heavens, and wonder when they could see the fleeting blues of the skies or the deep azure of the seas. When they could finally see those ocean eyes of yours."

This made the girl think even more deeply. Realizing it's not only she who longs for such. There could be even thousands if not millions of those who're blind to a certain colour.

The cold touch of her father's calloused hands made contact with her small and nimble ones. Slowly finding its way to her wrist, where her soulmate's first words are imprinted to her skin.

"I've taught you few about the dialect, haven't I, my moonlight?"

Slowly, he traces the calligraphy above her skin. She could only watch her father draw on her wrist and answer his question.

Back when she was younger, she found herself awestruck with his father's handiwork. She loved the crisp sound of paper being folded, the way his father used a brush to write the letters she could barely understand with elegance and precision.

One night, before going to sleep, his father had gifted her something. A box of brushes, along with a small jar of ink–and parchment of papers with drawn guides with the use of charcoal. Starting from there, her education on the arts of calligraphy and linguistics began.

And today, at such a young age–she's already considered to be a polyglot. A scholar ready to expand her knowledge.

".....yes? The archaic dialect used in the state of Qin nearby Zhao dynasty yonder?" The girl already knew the answer to this. It wouldn't take for an alchemist to figure it all out.

"Exactly. I suppose you already know what that means."

"My fated one is of foreign lands." Michizane saw the disappointment in her daughter's face. It appears that she can't hide what she feels well.

In her mind, she could only think of how only in her next life she could see red.

"And by the next full moon, we'll embark our way there."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, processing the words her father had just said. Then when she came to an understanding, she just realized her father had just said that.

"Well, off we go now, my sweet. Unless we are to freeze to our deaths then we cannot see your soulmate!"

In a split second, the diplomat had already thrown and secured her daughter in his arms, giving her no time to retaliate as he marched his way back inside their warm home.

"Wait! Now hang on for just a second da–"

"Nuh uh, I already feel your brother's glutton radiating beyond these doors. We wouldn't want your daifukus to end up in his greedy belly, would we?"

Sugawara jests.

Notes: This fic will have Jujutsu Kaisen elements, hence the crossovers in the warnings. I'll be describing the reader as the diplomat's daughter and refrain on using "Y/n". One particular physical feature that I'll be explicitly describing the reader has is that they possess blue eyes. And the rest is up to your imagination. Fun fact! Michizane No Sugawara or in this case, the readers' father is Gojo Satoru's ancestor from jujutsu Kaisen.

#qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang #snv x reader #qin shi huang x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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the-firebird69 · 9 months

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We went ahead and took a look at the stupid s*** that my husband's talking about Rusty getting shot in the cheek and no it's not my husband and there's no analogy that works it's Tommy F again the spaz it's going to shoot him in the cheek and f****** little jerk and by the way there going off to LA and they're going to become Goonies and college kids or goolies that is and they're going to get their asses kicked by each other and they keep doing it it's over stuff even though they have these bases to consider. The Midwest is emptying they're pulling tons of stuff out of there and they say it's the lunch of s*** but we don't think so it's all happening right now they plan to strike tonight. And they went to strike in numbers and all over the world and at these desert basis it's mainly where the empire went they're also building their own bases where the others were and they're making them very large and we're building them there too we expect company as well and we're expecting company at the wall this is going to finish them off they don't have enough people to do this it won't be able to resist

Hera

I just see it's your song with her it's just saying finally not sure which way to say bye Florence will see us which is good for her and you and the more like will probably get wiped out which is good for you and her I'm kind of counting on them getting wiped out and it would be nice what a pain in the ass and if they start attacking we're going to use the shield on them wherever we want is it be attacking us and that's why they get hit

Mac

We can't believe you're still saying this yes we can we didn't really hit your bases and I guess we went after a stand and people like us and it was atrocious you made a mistake and we are figuring out people think that we were kind of stupid and he wrote this big article about it so we're not revels a lot of it he's probably correct but we have to carry on and we have bases that are on our property and really is making a Bart Simpson type noise but that's okay what do you say is I do see what you're saying try and get that annoying person out of there try and move them and evict them and so forth I mean you people are pain in the ass you live to bother me you're a f****** moron I got to tell you this is going to be awful he's got the same problem it's almost like he doesn't know he's so stupid it's in the middle of your life he's just going out there as you you can't even seem to find them and attack you as the other guy take your hardware and they've been doing for like years yeah I guess we watched and didn't think it was happening to us

Bja

This is awful someone's riding on us and it's nephilim they also stupid says you know you must be waiting somewhere maybe so I get this he knows about it not really losing but we are losing territory it's because of these jackasses holy s***** you dumb a****** stupid to attack us we're going to counter and wipe you out

Mac

We have to attack you consider that you're in our territory and no I'm not going to leave you the tobacco fields in my will Chris he says how about one tractor not dozer I don't think so. But I'll think about it. It's such an a****** we have tons of money and I'm probably going to get wiped out I supposed to give him like a few million dollars to give a s*** you can't seem to get on that same page over 40 Grand from the dump social security office this is so stupid

Bja

He's thinking right he thinks we have to get wiped out for that to happen and it's happening we're getting wiped out and they're saying they might get him money fairly soon once we're dead

Trump

Wow that's pitiful

Hera Zues

It certainly see this is pitiful these people are such jerks and assholes and she just wiped them out here too

Mac daddy

You have to do several movies tonight and we have a list going to list it pretty soon

Thor Freya

Olympus

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deliriumsdelight7 · 10 months

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LMBTLPF!Gold: Omg, you idiot! First Moe French asks you a favor 'as one father to another' and then you see that Belle is clearly sick with something. Combine the dots!! 😩 (excellent fic, btw. Can't wait to read more😘)

Do you really think this is the first time one of the good people of Storybrooke have tried to manipulate me through appeals to my better nature? If I offered loans and rent leniency to every single person who came to me looking for pity, I’d soon find myself penniless on the street. And make no mistake: if that were to happen, not one person would lift a finger to help.

As for Miss French, all I saw was a mild cough. If Mr. Clark is charging half a million dollars for a bottle of cough syrup, he should be paying his rent on time.

#tmi Tuesday #ask answered #Gold is a DICK in this one #but let’s face it we love him anyway

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There is collected horrors upon me. (Kurapika X Reader) N-S-F-W

𝕿𝖂: 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋-𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉....

I am randomly here now. Don't mind. Just read why don't you?

☂ Collecting your thoughts, racing through your head, you hated this horrid nightmare that kept replaying over and over. He always managed to be one step ahead of you, in everything. His color-changing eyes delved with the witness of torture beyond no imagination, blonde and never-ending soft hair that practically glided through his fingers every time he was stressed. That's what lured you in and now he is right there. In your reach. But managing to look so far away. The pain in his eyes was like no other. How could you manage to fall for someone that's barely there in their own mind?

He looked up at you, his attention not set on the wet cement anymore, but on your apprehensive figure. His lips were parted, you seemed to be staring at them for too long because once he spoke, the movement had startled you.

"Did I interest you that much?" His slick voice escapes his mouth, sounding deeper than before. "I was worried you would stop following me." He stood up, managing to almost tower over you.

You scoffed, feigning disinterest before turning your head back to him. "Why would I ever stop? You're my only lead." You look at him with desperation almost, hoping he won't run this time. Although that was a silly thought. He rarely stayed long enough for you to collect yourself. He always left you breathless. The scent of him caught in your throat as he leaned forward, his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back up. Kurapika had never once smelt anything around bad. He always smelled like the fresh crisp smell of honey drizzled all over redwood, a sweet but harsh scent, it always made you picture a beautiful forest that had the best dark secrets.

"Why haven't you tried to make me tell you anything yet then?" You didn't expect to hear those words come from him. It left you a little shocked. How hasn't he disappeared yet? It used to be so easy for him too. Now he hit the nail on the head... And so unexpected.

"Why haven't you told me anything if you knew?" You managed to come back with a witty response, a raindrop hitting your nose but you never let your gaze move away from him, afraid that if you even blinked, he would be gone. A smile appeared on his face, only for a split second before he went back to his usual deadpan expression. It tugged at your heartstrings, your knees feeling a little heavier than usual.

"You're right. But what if I liked seeing your skill (F/N)?" Once your name left his lips a shiver ran down your spine.

"How do you know my name?" Your voice wavered now, a little frightened at how he managed to find out. It would've taken a lot for someone to find your name, if not years. You barely told anyone your name.

More raindrops found their way onto your burgundy coat and on Kurapika's reddish-pink nose. It looked like he was really cold from the flush on his cheeks. He looked down, not giving an answer.

Thinking that he would escape now, you sighed and your shoulders dejected, looking at the grey bricked sidewalk. You turned. "You've seen my skill enough then. We weren't supposed to get close like this. I have an objective. So do you." Before you knew it, cold harsh words left your lips. Kurapika's eyes showed a tinge of discomfort to them, the curiosity leaving and replaced with what could only be described as worry. His newfound interest, leaving him? Oh, that wasn't a good thought at all for him. But you didn't know your effect. You thought it was just your silly mind... Playing tricks...

Your dark cerulean boots hit the scattered puddles on the ground, leaving the traumatized blonde on his own, his mouth agape slightly. Was he the one being left behind now? No. That couldn't happen. That wasn't happening. He tensed up as he chased after your disappearing figure, a new feeling taking over him, desperation.

His black dress pants were getting wet on the edges and his shoes becoming littered with water droplets. Your confused (E/C) eyes entered his sight as soon as he came to a halt, only three feet away from you. The boy was confused, it was jumbled all onto his face. Why was he following you? He did have one objective. He needed to focus but you were the only thing on his mind lately. That's why he led you here... Right?

"You can't leave. I haven't said-"

"Yet you can when it's me the one talking." You interrupted him, a glare sent his way. He looked down and then back up, his breathing rigid, his brown eyes flickering to a scarlet which made you stop everything altogether.

"I was afraid." The truth practically dripped from his lips from that moment. His eyes showed all the vulnerability. Why was he opening up to you like this now? Why is he trying to mess with you? You gritted your teeth, shaking your head. "Please leave."

"Why?" He asked, stepping closer to you, realizing he's managing to get through to you. He knew it was wrong to slowly force you to open yourself to the idea of letting him talk but he needed to speak his mind. You were giving in to his little trap.

"You're making a mistake Kurapika. You're making me make a mistake." You shook your head and backed away, trying your best to understand what he needed to say so badly but there were no clues. "You're giving me the wrong idea..." You muttered, your heavy breathing could be seen in the cold air, letting off a fog.

He slowly walked to you until he was only a couple centimeters apart, his scarlet eyes staring deep into yours. You were getting lost in them, your breath hitching. His face... So close... It reminded you of when you first saw him, standing on the rooftop, peering down at the auction house. It was only until later on, you had realized that he had become the Mafia leader. You knew then he could help you but you didn't realize that he was going to try to help in multiple ways. Especially like this.

"Who told you it was the wrong idea?" He had no idea what he was saying, he just followed what his heartbeat was telling him and it was pointing to you in over a million different ways and languages in his head. His lips were slowly coming closer to yours, the rain had picked up but both of you were too distracted to notice. His nose touched yours, the excitement erupted in your stomach as the Kurta pushed you against a wall of one of the buildings. Good thing he picked this time... The city had no one wandering around at this time.

"Back away Kurapika..." Your voice gave it all away, how unsure you were, how much you wanted this boy's lips on yours. It expressed everything to Kurapika at that moment and he took it as a sign to move forward, his lips crashing onto yours.

They were soft, the slight taste of liquor was on them but not enough to cringe at. You made a note of that. 'Guess he likes to indulge in his own regrets...' You gripped onto the lapels of his suit, a groan muttering out his mouth and into yours. You could feel the wetness of his hair against you from the rain, the raindrops mixing in with the kiss before you pulled away. There was a relief of some tension as you looked into his eyes. But they were still burning red.

It was obvious. He didn't just want one simple kiss...

He wanted more.

Everything from then on was a blur, from the trip to his place, to how your clothes slowly littered his marble living room floor, to where you were getting observed by him... Underneath him... His intense gaze never left you, every little inch he observed of your skin, littering kisses, a little lovebite. You'll never get the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing and latching onto your skin ever out of your mind. Never. He was intoxicating. Everything about him was intoxicating you.

"Keep looking at me like that... So I can keep it in my head forever..." He whispers, his lips pressing against your neck now as his hands explore the sides of your body. Rough and still soft... It made you shiver as you looked at the white ceiling. His bed was huge and it made you wonder how he even slept in it lonely but that thought quickly got suppressed in your mind as he found your sweet spot. A moan left your lips unexpectedly, his grip tightening on the bedsheets once he heard what he'd been waiting for. He continued to abuse that spot, his teeth pressing in now, the taste of your skin messing him up slowly. You groaned.

He stopped once he knew left quite the mark on you, his kisses becoming rougher and his hands clearly impatient as they started to travel more. Sounds kept slipping out of you, driving him to slowly lose it. He couldn't take it anymore.

He gripped onto your wrists tightly, marks were going to be on them later, a foreign feeling pushing into you and before you know it you were screaming because of him. He changed his rhythm every time he knew you got comfortable, his own expression twisted in pleasure. There was a little blood surrounding his mouth. You knew he didn't mean to... He couldn't help it.... He just used his canines too much... And you didn't care.

"Kurapika..." You muttered against his collarbone, your nails pressed against his back. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he tried his best to not hurt you again. He was afraid he would go too rough.

"I... love you..." Kurapika looked into your eyes, both of you shared your feelings through a kiss, his grip tightening fully as he couldn't hold back anymore, using all his strength until he made you tremble underneath him... Until you made his back bleed with scratches... Until he knew you wouldn't be able to speak that clearly the next day... He wanted those little reminders of this night to stay with you for a little longer and to stay with him too. He never wanted to forget this.

As soon as your second time flooded through your body, that's when he let go himself, letting everything out inside of you. The feeling making you shake before he collapsed next to you.

Both of you panting. You looked at him, his hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyes back to that beautiful hue of brown. Not that his scarlet wasn't just as beautiful.

"You d-didn't let me say it back..." You huffed, pulling yourself closer to him, trying your best to recover, and like he predicted, your voice was raspy.

"Your face was saying it for you." His laugh danced through your ears like a sweet melody as he moved some of your hair behind your ear before kissing you on the forehead and getting up. "Let me get you cleaned up." His arms were felt under you before you were lifted into his hold, his smile staying on his features longer than before.

You couldn't say anymore, your vocal cords were already strained enough and he understood. He didn't even question why you didn't speak while he cleaned your body. He kept a sincere gaze, washing every single spot, not missing anything. That was until he came across your old scars, a finger tracing them before a concerned gaze met with you.

"You hurt yourself?" Kurapika's voice held a hurt but gentle tone, of course, there were multiple scars on him but he could automatically tell when it was self-harm. He couldn't just leave that.

A sad face decorated yours, looking away, and he decided to bring it up another time. "You're still beautiful." He reassured you. "I won't think anything less of you. Just informing you." He looked up at you with a warm smile and you looked at him in awe, tears brimming your eyes at the sweet words. It was like he read your mind. With that, he pulled you into a hug, soon dressing you, making sure you're comfortable and then laying with you. And as you started to fall asleep, he comforted you on the way there.

"Your secrets are safe with me... (F/N)..."

#kurapika x reader #kurapika imagine #kurapika smut #kurapika kurta x reader #kurap1ka #hunter x hunter #hxh imagines #hxh 2011

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 3 years

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Crocodile x reader : I know what I want

(A/N: Hello dears! I was doing a lot of thinking today for this little scenario. I hope you all enjoy. <3

Word count : over 700

"Don't think I stopped loving you...I still do." those words he spoke to you before he left. Looking up and down the hallway. The smell of the cigar lingered in the hallway. You tried to follow the scent hoping you were going the right way. Your heart was racing and your mind was processing a million of thoughts all at once if I was doing the right thing going after him. Running pass some of the staff of the building who seemed a bit confused seeing you running and the tears on your face. The wedding decorations filling the hallways full of white roses everywhere the scent of roses were starting to mask the cigar smell.

"______ what's going on?" the voice called out to you it seemed to follow you from behind. Stopping to see the person you were about to marry.. "why are you crying?" their voice was a bit worried approaching you. There hand reached out to you but you pulled away. A bit taken back from your response as they tried to reach for you. "What has gotten into you all the sudden."

" I...I....I can't do this... I'm sorry but I just can't.this would have been a mistake." you were trying to say it without stuttering so much.

"What do you mean you can't? You don't wish to be married?" Raising they're eyebrow the confused expression on their face. Looking at their face you couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

"I'm sorry..." you pulled of the engagement ring off your finger you held there hand placing the ring in there palm. "I have to go." They looked down at the their hand where the ring was placed almost still trying to process what just happened. They seen your figure disappear down the corner. They feared something like this would have happened the gut feeling they had all day was right. There was not point in stopping you.

The cigar scent was becoming faint. Crap did I take a wrong turn. Why does this place have some many damn turns and hallways. Feeling frustrated hoping you would his his tall figure somewhere. Some of the staff were walking by before you stopped them. "Excuse me did you happen to see a very tall man with a cigar and hook anywhere?" you said.

"Well yes he actually exited the back door maybe two minutes ago." the pointed. "But _______ you should be heading to the." they tried to speak but you ran to the exit. They were unsure if they should notify the soon to be spouse about you running off to find this man. Finding yourself at the door pushing it open the sun hitting beamed onto your skin as you exited the building. Catching your breath searching the grounds. Crap one of his steps is like 4 of my steps that's why he is so fast. Then seeing him from a distance he was approaching the gate to make his departure.

"SIR CROC!!!" You yelled as loud a you could to get his attention. Crocodile stopped his head turning towards you as his back still towards you the cigar was between his teeth. You were making your way down the stairs the eye contact didn't break not even once. You kept going back to the day he first told you loved you. That scene play over and over until you were standing in front of him.

"What is it?" He said a hand removing the cigar a he released his cloud of smoke.

"You meant what you said." Your heart was racing. You wanted to hear it from him again.

"I did. If I didn't mean it I wouldn't have said it to you." he figure towering over you.

"I want to hear those three words please for me Croc. "

Letting out a deep throat chuckle his sunken eyes looked back at you eyes. "I love you...Is that wanted to hear?" Crocodile spoke with confidence placing the cigar back between his teeth. Feeling your heart fluttering at his words.

"I know what I really want. For years I pushed it in the back of my mind...Never thought I would have the chance to bring back my happiness. It's you its always been you from the start you were the missing puzzle piece in my life. Crocodile I don't want to loose you this time. I love you too much and If I ...." you were trying to finish your sentence before he interrupted you.

"Thats all I needed to hear." Crocodile responded. You were silent waiting for his next response to come out of his mouth. "you will stay by my side this time now and always. This I promise _______." his hand lifting your chin he place his face a bit closer but still having the cigar his mouth. You removed the cigar from his mouth you finger tips touching his freshly shave skin. "Lets go."

#sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #one piece x reader insert #oneshot #one piece reader insert #one piece imagine #marco one piece #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece scenario #im a simp #thatbadbruja

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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How You Get The Girl

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 10

"Then one day he came back"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 3,586

Warnings: violence, a badly written mission, blood.

A/N: I really hope you like this one! Thank you so much @peterbenjiparker for helping me organize this mess and make sense of the outline! Christy aka @chrissquares made these dividers! and thank you @nacho-bucky for beta reading this!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

Series masterlist

Song on Spotify and YouTube

Loki listened to the sound of the heavy rain that surrounded the quinjet as they flew towards where you were.

It was too slow for his liking, he didn't want to imagine what they could be doing to you. It was his fault that they took you in the first place, he didn't know why he didn't recognize your Asgardian powers before.

The powers were so protective of you just as he was. Now he hoped it will be enough to protect you from your captives.

He absentmindedly twirled a dagger in his hand, his mind lost with thoughts of you. He could think of a million spells that could have protected you without giving you these powers, but in a state of panic he didn't think and used the oldest most powerful one. With the raging emotions he had he was certain he messed it up somehow and caused you harm.

All he ever tried to do was protect you. You were supposed to be protected after he left you, but instead you got dragged into this dangerous life and it led you here.

He didn't turn around when he felt the heavy hand on his shoulder, Thor's presence beside him was known.

"It's not your fault, you know."

"How can it not be? It was my mistake."

"You were trying to protect her, you couldn't have known."

"I should have known better, I could have done so much better." Loki's voice was as sharp as his blade, but he didn't push Thor away. He must have lost his mind, well in all fairness he is losing his mind thinking about you. "I thought it was the best way to keep her safe when I was gone. Then I left and I didn't take care of the spell well enough."

"Forgive me for asking brother, but if you loved her so much why leave her?" Loki was beyond denying Thor's specific choice of words.

"I left just before your coronation, when it all started. I couldn't drag her into this- and then I fell and years went by and I couldn't come back to her."

Silence took over and the seconds seemed to last an eternity.

"I think she would've accepted you, no matter what you did." Thor replied after a thought, he remembered the way you looked at his brother, he remembered the way you stood up to him and defended Loki against his father in the briefing room. There was no doubt in his mind that you would've stayed for Loki.

Steve leaned his head back against the wall as he sat on the bench of the quinjet; his supersoldier hearing gave his mind things to think about while the Asgardians' conversation died down.

•

Blue.

The tears on your face were cold as they stained your cheeks. Your mind was still foggy.

Five.

You now heard the voice say, it was clearer as your mind woke up.

Airplane.

You felt the pain as they inserted yet another shot of liquid into your body, your mind started to buzz.

"Rusted."

Another shot of electricity went through your body, you felt metallic taste on your tongue and yet you felt your mind relax with each word he uttered.

"Ice."

With every jolt of pain your mind drifted more and more even when you screamed.

"Nineteen."

"No, I don't want this. Stop." You whimpered. It was a method you learned from Tony- in your head you started naming all of your loved ones, thinking about each of them.

There was Tony, and also Natasha, and Wanda, Pietro and Bruce, Bucky, Steve, and now Loki- you let out a scream and opened your eyes again at the pain.

Folklore.

Your voice did no longer make a sound. You were distanced from your own body.

Longing.

You tried shaking your head but you only watched as your body stood still.

Furnace.

Your mind grew foggy as you saw your surroundings. You wanted to break out of it, you had to.

Red.

"Ready to-" you grunted and leaned forward from the chair you were strapped to as much as you could. "No!"

Your eyes flashed purple and you looked straight at the doctor, you saw the moment the pain hit him but before you could really harm him with your powers you felt the spasms of electricity pulling you back.

They stopped after a minute or so, the metallic taste came back.

"You want to play games? We will teach you to listen," he took your chin in his hand and made you look at him. "We will make you a perfect little soldier. Take her to her room."

He commanded and your eyes widened.

"No, please don't put me there, don't do it again." You started crying without noticing the tears.

"You should get a taste of your own medicine, understand what your powers are really for." He chuckled darkly as you got taken into the room.

The minute the door shut behind you the sensations began, you fell to the ground as the energies were sent to you until your eyes were foggy and you fell down into your own brain.

You saw the worst in there, and you couldn't get out of it.

You were tormented by your own powers.

•

Iyllir waited with her parents at the table until Odin arrived without his two sons and sat at the head of the table, she furrowed her brows, "Where are Thor and Loki? Will they not be joining us?"

"No, my dear, they had to go." Odin simply replied before the maids and servants began to serve their food.

"Did something happen?" Iyllir's mother asked.

"I'm afraid that Midgard is causing some problems." Odin sighed and leaned to talk to her parents more while she nibbled on the food that was served, keeping her ears open to the information the Allfather was giving her. "A wicked organization there got their hands on Asgardian technology, and now they got their hands on a girl with Asgardian powers. Of course then, you understand that I couldn't let them use the girl as their weapon- it would be dangerous, so I hope you forgive my sons for being absent as they are trying to find her."

Odin then looked at Iyllir.

"Lady Iyllir, I am certain Prince Loki will be back soon and all will be well." He sent her a smile and she returned it.

Focusing back on her food she felt her blood boiling, she had ordered for them to take it and kill the girl- and they betrayed her. That kind of humiliation will not go unpunished.

Excusing herself, she went back to her room. Some things she will have to do herself.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she said an incantation and a box appeared next to her. Opening it, she took out the old weapon and held onto the hilt of it, feeling the power of the Dainsleif she strutted forward.

She would kill the girl herself if she had to; nothing would be able to stop her now.

•

Steve walked through the quinjet, Thor promised that he isn't causing the weather but it didn't make him less annoyed at the delay the weather provided in landing as they got closer and closer.

He caught the eye of the younger Asgardian who stood at the edge or the vehicle, he remembered putting him seated there when he first fought him in Germany.

He lowered his head and with a breath he started to walk over. Loki studied him as he did, and Steve let him. They stood there in silence until Loki looked back outwards.

"Thank you, for helping me find her. I don't know what I would've done if I couldn't find her."

"I didn't help you find her, I found her- you were no part of it, you actually didn't help at all." Loki replied, before adding, "I did it for me. I cannot bear the idea of her being hurt." He remembered how it used to be.

"Darling?" Loki opened the door with the key you gave him. He was dripping on your carpet but when he saw you he quickly dried himself, magic is always so helpful.

"Are you insane, Loki?" He shrugged. "There is a huge storm outside!"

"It would be ironic if I got struck by lightning, now wouldn't it?" he joked before coming to you, giving you a peck on the lips and then to your forehead to calm down the worried crease that formed there.

"I guess so… from what you told me I wouldn’t be surprised if it was on purpose." You cracked a smile at him.

"Now, what are you doing?" you blushed when he looked behind you to the desk and to the marker you now had in your hands.

"I just… brought a permanent marker from my room." You nodded to him and cringed to yourself when he laughed and moved around you and walked to the table.

"You can't lie to the god of mischief, my love."

"It wasn't a lie!"

"No, but it wasn't the whole truth either." He pointed to the frames on the table.

Your cheeks got warmer by the minute, and so did his amusement.

He picked up a photo and a small smile lit up his face.

It was a picture you took of the two of you, he kissed your cheek as the fairy lights of the fair, which was right by the beach, lit up your surroundings and the water. It was a treasured memory, the view of you glowing in the lights.

You walked to him and took the picture.

"Why did you get it out of your phone?" he asked.

"I want it framed, so I can always see it- you, all around the house when you're not here."

He saw you write down the date it was taken behind the photo before you picked up a gold frame and put it in there.

"That is beautiful, my love." He went and picked up other photos that were scattered on the table. "Can you make one for me too?"

His eyes were soft as he looked at the pictures.

"You have illusions, why would you need a photo?" You questioned.

"I want you, the real you, with me wherever I go. I want more than just an illusion of you."

You walked to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You know exactly what to say to get the girl, don't you?" You leaned up to kiss him.

"I only want to get you."

"You have me." You whispered before he captured your lips in a soft kiss again.

He will get you back.

"We will find her." Loki was somewhat comforted by the conviction in Steve's voice. "Together."

And so they stuck together, the god of mischief and the righteous captain America. The team separated when they went through the vast grey warehouse.

No one cared about the body count, this wasn't just another mission and all of them knew that.

So with the gunshot sounds and yells- the god, the captain, and the sergeant made their way forward in search of you.

•

She paid no attention to the wild sounds coming from just outside the door. All Iyllir cared about was her one mission in the room she entered from the shadows.

The agents in the room were focused on transferring the girl who sat on the chair into the room she last saw her in.

"Gather all the stuff up, put her under fast! That will make sure they won't get to her." Doctor Zazu stood next to Commander Iago who was shouting orders.

The doctor organized his work, uncaring of your shaking body that moved as they lifted the seat of the chair to get you out of it.

The commander leaned in and the Lady could hear his whisper.

"I told you your little friends won't get you."

"Fuck you, parrot." You replied and got a harsh slap to your cheek even though you could barely move your head in the metallic chair.

Iyllir stepped forward in the room, her eyes like daggers as she focused on you and the commander.

The agents in the room turned around when they noticed her, guns raised and eyes afraid when they understood who they were pointing at.

"Lady Iyllir-" the commander started to stutter and moved forward, wearing a shaky smile. "We were just-"

"I heard you were building a weapon. We did not agree on that, commander." She awaited his lie.

"She could be very useful- and don't worry, he will not be able to get her. It's a good compromise, we can work it out!"

"Oh mortals are so amusing, betraying me was not a smart move-" she grabbed the hilt and pulled it out. She felt the weight of the power, of the need that was growing inside her. "I'm afraid that we can't back out now."

It was as if the sword acted on its own, seeking blood, and she let it find it.

The sharp edge first pierced the commander's stomach; she pulled out the bloody blade and turned around when she felt other agents try to fight her.

Looking up from the body- she saw you, you were wide awake and aware now, it might have been the power of the sword or her own hatred but she won't let anything stop her from getting what she wanted. You will not be the one to ruin her future, and she was on a time limit when she heard the fighting outside getting closer and closer.

•

Loki threw his daggers at the guy who tried to sneak up on the captain. After he did, he admired the knife throwing skill the sergeant had too before continuing on to find wherever it was that they held you in.

Before long the three located the room they thought you'd be in, Loki used his magic and threw open the two heavy metallic doors and then he saw you, being put inside a see through room. Then he took in the scene in front of him.

Bodies bloody on the floor, almost making a path to where his eyes rested at now.

The Asgardian redhead who he had spent so much time with the past few months stood there stalking towards a man in a lab coat, her royal dress had blood all over it as some still dripped from the sword he now recognized.

"Iyllir?" he called out, confused at the scene. Steve and Bucky came beside him, feeling the tension they stopped and assessed the way to you- down the stairs and through the guards in the big room and into the cell you were trapped in which was in the middle of the room.

"Loki," he saw her eyes widen and for the first time, she didn't look as innocent anymore. "I am so glad you're here-"

He couldn't even hear her when he heard your voice coming through the glass, the tears in your eyes and the half relieved half scared look in your eyes as you shook your head at him, yelling at him to not listen to her.

"The two of you go get her. I will deal with the girl."

He went towards the left then and the two supersoldiers went to the right, agents came their way but Steve knew nothing will stop him from getting to you.

The doctor took his chance to complete his work once Iyllir was occupied with Loki. He spoke in a loud voice at Y/N.

"Blue."

"No!" You screamed but her voice was hoarse.

"Five."

Bucky heard the chant and his eyes focused on the girl behind the glass and the doctor who held a notebook.

"No, this isn't happening again." He decided, knowing the effect of the words. In a silent conversation with Steve, he went in a different way

"Airplane."

Loki stepped up to Iyllir, trying to assess her.

"What are you doing here?" he watched her smile at him. "Do not lie."

His voice was dark now. He didn't know why she was here, but he trusted you, and more so the fear in your voice.

Iyllir studied the man in front of her for a moment before replying.

"Tell me Loki, did you ever feel that the throne of Asgard should be yours? I know that you did." She advanced towards him, still with a smile. "We can do so much you and I, we are very much alike. Why abandon that dream of yours? We can still make it happen.

Why abandon that dream when you know you'll make a great king, and I a queen?"

"Rusted." You shut your eyes and shook your head.

"That's not my dream anymore. This is wrong, Iyllir did you do this?" he saw his wand lying on the table just a few feet behind her.

"This is right Loki!" she swung her hand up in the air alongside the sword. "We had fun you and I, you can't deny it. So forget about her, think about your future- don't you want everyone to see how great you could be? I am your way forward, I'm your future, and I can get you that."

"Ice." You didn't pound on the glass anymore, your mind was hazy.

"I do not need that, I don't want that-" he raised his own daggers. "And I do not want you."

Her eyes shifted then when he started attacking forward.

•

"Nineteen."

Bucky shot another agent, moving forward and he saw Steve trying to get to the room.

"Folklore."

Steve looked at you, heaving your breath, still standing. You refused to meet his stare, you were so strong before, never bowing down to any outside influences, and now here you were.

"Longing."

The doctor's voice was shaking as Loki let his magic loose, Bucky rattled on the stairs he descended to get a good shot at the doctor. Your mind heard the word clearly though.

Loki held a dagger in one hand, and in the other he conjured spells. A green energy blast was shot towards Iyllir, she dodged it and sizzles and sparks flew when it hit a machine instead. Getting closer, she aimed the sword at him again.

"We could've been so powerful."

"You're not powerful, the weapon in your hand is. Do not be mistaken." He tilted his head and summoned a longer spear out of thin air.

"Furnace."

Bucky aimed his shot once he was in the clear. The room shook again, thunder booming outside, as he fired a shot, and then the doctor fell down to the ground.

Steve knocked the guy that came from his left with his shield, effectively clearing his path to the door of the strange room you were held in. He saw your hazed form falling to the floor. You tried to get up to Steve, but you almost fell. You pointed backwards but he paid no attention where you were pointing to.

With his shield he broke the handle and took down the entire door.

Once he was inside, he felt ringing in his ears and a light pressure fell upon him. He couldn't imagine what they were doing to you inside it.

You kept pointing backwards but he just pulled you up and carried you out of there.

"Steve, it's the-" you fought to stay up and aware.

"It's okay, you're safe now." He assured you but you shook your head.

"They are using the-" You couldn't finish your sentence as Steve took you up the stairs.

"Red." You heard the voice loudly and then as you felt waves of hurt crash into you, your mind sunk deeper and deeper and you fell to the ground with a scream, Steve catching you just in time.

The doctor held the wand in his hand, still bleeding out.

"Hail Hydra!" he sneered at Bucky, who turned to him and raised a new gun.

"Hail this," Bucky shot a magazine of bullets at him, his anger leaving no room for remorse. Bucky ran back to where you were with Steve.

Loki watched as you fell to the ground, his heart thudded in fright at the scream you let out. In a momentary of shock, he heard Iyllir laugh and he let out a small huff as the sword pierced through his side.

"See Loki, she wasn't worth it, now she's gone for good." Her smile was sickly. Loki noticed his wand on the floor next to the dead doctor.

His rage resumed as he fell to the ground reaching for it. Once the staff was once again in his grasp after all this time, the room shone with green light as he aimed the wand at Iyllir. The shot of magic he let out in the air hit her and left her breathless. She could feel pain in every cell in her body, she shook a bit before her skin turned as grey as ash and she fell to the ground.

Loki used the staff to get up and he rushed over to you, forgetting the wound in his stomach, you lay down against Steve, who was the only thing holding you up.

His hand was shaky as he cupped your cheek.

"Y/N?" he called to you but all he saw were your glazed eyes, a single tear escaped from them, running down your cheek.

And he knew- you were not with them anymore.

•

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