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reallyromealone · 3 years ago

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I just

I have so many ideas for this

Also would you all be interested in an NSFW part to this?

Would be excellent practice for group nasty lol

Slight nsfw but nothing crazy

Like read at your own risk but like nothing really

(Name) was confused and hurt as he processed what the person who claimed to be his best friend did, a broken expression on his face as Mikey gently crooned in his ear and the men began scenting him in order to relax the Omega and were pleased when it began working "don't worry baby doll... Alphas will handle it" Sanzu said with a weird form of glee but the Omega was to hazy to register his words fully.

"You must be hungry angel, we have some food for you if your hungry" Ran said as a maid brought in food causing (name) to hiss at the offending Omega who scurried away when the Alphas glared at her "Shh baby, don't worry she's gone now" Mikey said as (name) dead stared at the door, fresh from a drop his brain flickered between his more primal state and his logical state.

Once calmed down enough the men began feeding their mate, gently turning his face to the Chop sticks and purred when he accepted the meal albeit confused.

The men began letting their instincts take over, something they never thought they would do "such a good boy, eating for his Alphas" Rindō said stroking the omegas cheeks as Mikey rubbed his side's and the men watched intently as (name) weakly took another bite, happy they could show off how well they provide for him.

As much as they wanted to pounce their pretty little Omega the men held off, not wanting to send him into a drop or worse an Omega sleep.

When (name) finished he was far more lucid "where is my phone?" He asked softly and began looking around, the Alphas frowning slightly "why do you need it baby?" Takeomi asked barely masking his possessiveness towards the Omega, who did he need than them?

"I need to text my friend... She's probably worried sick about me" (name) said and stated at his Alphas with a head tilt "how long was I sleep?" He said as Mikey tightened his grip around his pretty little Omega "almost 24 hours" he said monotonously and (name) looked startled at his words "could I please call her?" (Name) said pleadingly and looked back at the pack leaders deep abyssal eyes and struggled not to get lost in them.

It was hard not to swoon over his mates when his Omega practically demanded to be close to them at all times.

And his heat wasn't far off... His brain just was everywhere.

"Please alpha?" (Name) asked nosing at his scent glands, trying to convince Mikey to let as the Alpha glanced at Sanzu to hand (name) his phone "we already got rid of your phone, use his...we will get you another one later" a bugged one of course.

The Alphas were obsessive and possessive alphas who planned to monopolize their sweet omegas life, it was their right if (name) knew it or not.

He was theirs after all.

They were made for him as they were made for them.

Their individual Alphas didn't even seem phased at the concept of sharing him with another alpha.

"Thank you..." (Name) said as he typed in his friends number and waited as the phone rang, Mikey turning on the speaker mode as he listened carefully to this do called friend to see if she was a threat at all.

"Hello?" The voice spoke out and (name) smiled softly "(friends name), its (name)" (name) said softly "(name), why aren't you calling on your phone? Did it break? And where were you yesterday? We were supposed to meet" (Friends name) fired off her questions as the Bonten men listened intently at her tone, their alpha instincts already over drive with protecting their Omega.

"Something like that... And sorry for ghosting you, I actually met my soulmates" he said awkwardly, skipping over the whole kidnapping and selling out thing as to not freak her out "eh? Congratulations dude, oh that is so exciting! You have multiple? Dang look at you! I gotta meet 'em sometime!"

"Ah maybe... They are very busy!"

"Well I will leave you be, later (name)!" She said excitedly before hanging up on him, probably off to go to work or something "you two seem close..." Koko said as Sanzu took his phone back "we are good friends... She is basically my sister..."

The Alphas were content with his answer as Rans phone went off, the man swearing slightly as (name) adjusted himself on Mikey's lap, freezing slightly when Mikey grunted slightly "careful Omega..." He warned with a nip to (name)s scent gland causing (name) to yelp as ran got off the phone "all good?" Kakucho asked and Haitani made a face as to say 'all good' before the men dotted on their Omega, feeling a sense of relaxation and calm they don't feel ever.

They became obsessed with that feeling.

(Name) wasn't allowed to leave the penthouse without one of them, moving into that room as they tossed out all his clothes "these are cheap... We will get you better clothes..." Koko said to the Omega as he had a maid toss them out, switching staff to beta only.

They didn't need their Omega feeling threatened again.

Something the Alphas noticed was that they didn't desire to go to brothels anymore or even hook ups, their alpha practically going feral at the concept of going against their Omega like that.

(Name) was constantly on edge with the Alphas despite his Omega deeming them the safest things in the world, constantly wanting to be around them.

The meeting was boring and stressful for the Omega as he sat in Mikey's lap, the Alphas using his scent to relax them while they did negotiations with a rival gang and kept quiet as to not disrupt the meeting.

"So is the Omega going to service us or not?" The man said, Mikey nor missing how (name) tensed up in his arms and the room went cold as Sanzu without hesitation stood up and lifted (name) into his arms and left, the sound of screaming could be heard as he closed the door.

Sanzu stressed (name) out second to Mikey, the Alpha unreadable with constant mood shifts.

"Don't worry pet, you're only ours..." Sanzu said setting him down in Sanzus room, the large bed soft under his palms and his Omega practically demanded he take the blanket but forced himself not to "what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Sanzu said nosing at (name)s neck and indulging in his sweet scent that was better than any drug he could ever take.

It was better than the purest cocaine.

Sanzu invaded his space as the Alpha snuggled into him, (name) unsure what to do began petting his hair gently and jolting when the Alpha let out low tumble at the sensation "god what do you do to us..." He said as his hands moved downwards towards his ass only for them to be gripped to stop him from going further.

"Please no..." (Name) mumbled out, he'd never done anything like that before as it was heavily frowned upon for an Omega to have sexual relationships when unmated.

Sanzu wasn't sure what to do, never really been rejected by someone like this as the Omega looked away and a mix of stress and fear oozed off him in waves and that's when the pink haired man realized that (name) was scared of how he would react.

Thankfully Sanzu was sober, a clear head to assess this situation "hmm what's wrong baby?" He asked nipping his scent gland to coax an answer out of him "not ready for...that"

"Have you ever been with an alpha?" Sanzu asked lowely and felt pride swell when (name) shook his head "never did..that stuff"

"I see..." Sanzu said, excited that his first time would eventually be with Bonten.

He really was made for them.

Bonten quickly learned every single detail about (name) both asking him about things and detailed background checks, they were not pleased about the Alphas trying to court their Omega before they came into the picture.

Not at all.

Those alphas went missing not long after they learned about them.

(Name) was shy as his alphas scented him, something they did when they god forbid had to leave him alone for work and such. The Alphas were suprised when he began scenting back, gently nosing and rubbing against them and scent claiming them.

They just made them go feral with joy and (name) was left kiss swollen and dizzy.

Waking up he felt a heat pool in his lower belly and almost fell out of bed in a haze as he stumbled out into the hall, glancing around almost frantically.

Where were his alphas?!

The Bonten men had to leave for a meeting, thinking they would be back before their mate woke.

"Are you alright?" A voice rang behind him and a young beta woman stood there, concern etched on her face and (name) tensed as he stared her down, the poor beta wasn't able to tell he was in heat as all employees wore scent patches basically making them unable to scent anything and in turn unable to smell any pharamones.

Her mistake was taking a step to the already defensive Omega.

(Name) barely regestered himself going feral or the woman's screams or the blood.

When Bonten received the call, they wasted zero time returning home and the smell of blood didn't phase them as they walked to the omegas nesting room where it smelt hostile and stressed and the blood amplified that "oh sweet Omega, did she get close to you?" Rans voice barely made it to (name), the Omega turning slightly to look at his Alphas with blood on his hands and cheeks.

"Alpha...?"

"We're here Omega"

(Name) was hesitant as he let Takeomi lift him from the nest, blood getting on his dress shirt as the Omega snuggled into him and the alphas brought him to the bathroom, filling the tub nice and warm before cleaning up their mate with soft touches "such a good baby defending himself, we got you angel"

Bloody water fell into the drain as Mochi and Koko dried him off, not bothering to bathe the Omega who was already releasing sweet pharamones for them and was obviously very pleased to have their alphas back to them.

The alphas decided to take turns on Omega watch while the others went to work, four home four work then switch.

The process of watching (name) build his nest was fascinating, the Omega making them sit there and scent stuff while he constructed a big nest for them.

The smell of slick was driving them crazy.

But they had to wait till (name) was ready for mating, to give them the signal.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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r0-boat · 2 years ago

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Gwa!Submas more in depth

( with one star appearance ; ) )

Gift for @nc-eikin as a thank you for Tarzan!submas

Cw: mentions of yandere, monster fucking, daddy kink.

Afab reader

they would make special audios for their darling. Only for their ears to listen to. May or may not go all out. If their lover likes monsters then it will be monster audios; if they want yandere, then oh boy, they will kick up the possessive level.

Include all of their Darlings most favorited Kinks. Ingo, Emmet or both would lay in bed with you and urge you to try it.

" Close your eyes dear, but you can't open them."

" Trust us darling, we've worked verrry hard on this."

You put your headphones in your ear and listen. Not even minutes into it they start touching you. you whimper almost squealing in shock when you feel fingers brush into your hair at the same time it happens in the audio.You almost open your eyes but you feel hands covering them "ah ah ah, verrry bad listener~ keep those pretty eyes closed~"

Watch anime? Play games? Have a favorite title?? You can tell dear Emmet about it. He totally won't use it to his advantage in his next post ; )

Ingo lowkey Kink shames you lol. he asks you what your favorite audio is to know what his audience is normally into he can take notes on what he can improve. And oh how is Skitty smile drops when you talk about the most darkest audio he has? That yandere one where he is a priest trying to manipulate you into being with him??

"oh...?" he says with a dark look. " I can't say that I'm surprised with a sinner like you," he says, backing you against counter, his whole body pressed against yours. He grabs your chin with his fingers forcing you to look up at him. " Don't tempt me again, dear; I may be a pious man. But even the most righteous of men have the most ravenous of demons," he growls before kissing your forehead and walking out of the kitchen like nothing fucking happened.

You get to read the comments and smirk at how many people thirst for their voices knowing that they can't have what you have.

Emmet gets low-key jealous if he sees you listening to other people's audio. Nothing too far. He just gets a little pouty and asks what do they have in their audio that he doesn't have in his. You laugh and say a hot dilf voice. And he just grabs you by the shoulders, pinning you to the bed. Immediately lowering his voice to a rough, husky tone, " Don't toy with me, little girl... Unless you want to be warming Daddy's fat cock later, I suggest you don't push any more of his buttons."

You love the wholesome moments all three of you share after watching a movie the both of you are immediately invested in talking about it. The two are talking about an audio idea inspired by the film, and you're entirely for it. You are giving them more ideas and feeding into their new obsession, watching them unable to hold their excitement.

And then you have the overworked Gremlin side. Where you have to beg Emmet to go to sleep because it's 2 hours past midnight on his day off with eye bags under his eyes while he edits his audio because his computer corrupted it.

Ingo has a different reaction when he sees you listening to another person's audio. You gush about this one women's GWA account, 'Mr.Cl0dsire,' you swoon about how she's so talented, and her voice has such a range; suffice to say you sort of have an internet crush on her suave voice. Ingo hiding a smile, just raises an eyebrow 'oh...?' how intriguing. Not too long ago, he just got a DM from her absolutely praising him for his voice work... Since they've been mutuals for quite a while, maybe he can pull some strings~ and have a very special audio made just for you with a special guest~.

Let's just say if you ever were in a relationship with these two you're fucked : )

And I have yet to mention that Emmet would totally sneak up on you while you were listening to something. And slide a thick toy inside of you. ( your permission ahead of time, of course) pounding your poor cunt, silly.

Ingo learning how to voice your favorite character just to see you squirm.

Or both twins are sitting you down with hearts in their eyes, asking What audio you would like them to do because they want nothing more than to see that smile on your face.

Emmet would it get a mischievous look on your face and urge you to put in your earbuds while you sit next to him on the train. You try to hide your now reddening face as you heard his voice whisper naughty things into your ear, the lewd sounds from his hand stroking his wet cock. All the while feeling his eyes glued upon you, his hand grouping your thigh.

#smut #pokemon submas smut #Submas #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet x reader #subway boss emmet #ingo x reader #gwa #pokemon x reader smut #emmet x reader #Pokemon

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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body worship headcanons

Someone requested body worship headcanons and I blacked out after the first few words and made it all soft as fuck instead of NSFW...sorry about that mate I truly am T_T all I can say is I hope you like the style I went for lol :) gender neutral, non curse au I guess as well

Gojo - the top of your head

“You’re so special, you know that?” Gojo whispers into the crown of your head in the early morning, long before you’re supposed to wake. Honestly, he shouldn't be awake either, his eyes are stinging with sleep he still needs to catch up on, but it’s rare to get to have this moment with you.

“I love you.” Kissing the top of your head, he breathes in the scent of your hair and feels the warmth of your scalp radiate onto his lips. “Love you from the top of your head-” Another kiss “to the soles of your feet.” Dragging his feet against yours, Gojo smiles when you recoil in your sleep.

Kissing the top of your head over and over in different places, Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s pressed you so close to him you can barely breathe right anymore.

“Toru, lemme go.” You grumble, sleepy and annoyed.

“Sorry love.” Kissing you one more time, he lets you go, lets you roll over to the other side of the bed. He doesn’t leave you alone for long though, wrapping himself around you from behind and giving you another kiss. “Just can’t help myself sometimes.”

Nanami - the apples of your cheeks

If there was one thing Nanami could come to love with working, it was leaving the house just to get to come home to you everyday. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder, and every minute he spent away from you only made it that much sweeter when you were reunited.

“I made dinner already, I know you’ve been working really hard this week.” As if you couldn’t be any better to him, you said the words he didn’t know he needed after the end of a long, tiring week.

“Thank you.” Dropping everything in his hands where he stood, Nanami walked over to your form standing by the oven. Your face was flushed with a barely there sheen of sweat from the heat of the kitchen and your cheeks only got warmer when he grabbed them lightly in his hand.

Lifting his palms, Nanami gave you soft kisses on the fullest parts of your cheeks, the tips of his fingers holding you tightly in his grasp. His nose bumped into yours and trailed along your face, his eyes gently closed as he savored the moment.

“You’re too good to me.” Pressing his nose against your cheek, he holds his face against yours and kisses you a few more times. Nanami melts into the hug you give him, nearly collapsing you with his sudden dead weight.

“Let’s eat, I know you’re hungry.” Raking your nails along his back, you nudge him toward the dining table. Lifting his head, Nanami nods slowly and puts his hand in yours, leading you there.

Getou - your lips

Getou Suguru didn’t think of himself as a shallow man. He didn’t pine after things just because they looked nice, he craved substance as well as beauty. But even he found himself staring at you in wonder and awe, gazing at the beauty before him.

“You’re staring again.” Throwing a hand up to cover your face, you look at him between your fingers. “What’s so interesting about me sitting on this couch, huh?” Laughing to himself, Getou doesn’t answer you, only leans forward to look at you even more.

“Suguru c’mon! It’s getting weird.” He can tell by the way you lean away you’re getting embarrassed from the attention and it only makes him laugh more.

“Come over here then and I’ll stop staring.” Beckoning you closer, he waits a few minutes while you cautiously climb into his lap.

“What do you want?”

“You.” Kissing you square on the lips, Getou keeps you held against him for a good amount of time, breaking the kiss every so often to give you pecks along the edges of your lips. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t help but stare.”

Choso - behind your ears

Was Choso affectionate? Could you confidently tell others that your boyfriend likes to hug you in public and hold your hand, kiss you unprompted in the middle of a park? No, you couldn’t call him outwardly affectionate, but when he wanted to be, Choso could make you swoon.

Slinking up behind you as you stood at the fridge for a snack, he silently wound his arms around you and hugged you tightly. Pressing his chest into your back he burrowed his head into your shoulder and hummed.

“Hello.” You giggled, surprised by the sudden contact but accepting it willingly nonetheless. Choso grunted in response and lifted his head, nudging the back of your ear with his nose before planting a firm, warm kiss on the skin behind it.

“Love you.” He mumbled like a child, kissing you again in that spot and then a little lower. Putting his head on your shoulder again, Choso felt your hands move around. “Are you getting the yogurt?”

“Yes, I’ll grab you some too.”

“Thanks.”

Itadori - the palm of your hand

“Did you get new hand cream?” It’s the first thing Itadori says to you when he sees you in the afternoon for a date outside a small cafe. His keen senses can smell the change in your scent within a few minutes of your hand going up near his face to hug him.

“Yeah, I did.” Nodding, you let him take your hand and press the palm into his cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of the lotion.

“It smells really good.” With a closed eyed smile, Itadori shifts your palm down so he can kiss it squarely. “Your skin is always so soft, I’m jealous.” Humming against your palm, he presses the tips of your fingers into his cheek.

“Maybe I’ll give you some lotion too.” Raising your other hand to cup his empty cheek, you giggle when he grabs that hand and kisses the palm as well.

“Mmm, you could.” He smatters kisses across both hands. “But I don’t think it would smell as good on me.”

Fushiguro - the tips of your fingers

Fushiguro often did a lot of subconscious things whenever he was with you. If you were standing together waiting for a train he would stand closer to your back, making sure no one tried to make any sneaky grabs. Walking down the street with you, he would slip his hand into yours and guide you through a large crowd. At home he would make a cup of tea for you whenever he made one for himself without you ever asking.

There were a lot of things he did for you that had become second nature, and the habit of grabbing your hand while he read a book had become one of them. He didn’t even notice the way he took your hand and fiddled with your fingers, smoothing his thumb and forefinger over the skin as he read the words on the page.

“That tickles.” Your giggle breaks him out of his intense focus and he looks up to see your upper arm squirming.

“Huh?” Looking down, Fushiguro is shocked to see that he’s got the tips of your fingers skimming his lips.

“You’ve been doing that for a while and it’s starting to tickle.” Giggling again, your smile gets bigger when Fushiguro deliberately kisses the tips of all your fingers. Grabbing your other hand, he kisses the tips of all those fingers as well before lacing them all together.

“Hm, seems like a problem you need to sort out.”

Inumaki - the back of your neck

Inumaki was a man of few words. Very few words, actually. He didn’t mind the silence that came with being himself and neither did you. He could express himself well in many other ways and his affection for you wasn’t something that needed to be spoken to be felt.

He often found ways of showing you he cared that you didn’t think of before. Leaving you long winded cards with flowers, picking up a favorite treat you liked on Fridays, setting little reminders for you to take your vitamins, and peeling fruit for you were some of the ways he showed that he cared.

Peeling fruit was one of his favorite ways, especially because he usually got to eat the fruit as well. Inumaki loved to cut it up into different fun shapes and feed them to you, and making large fruit salads was something he enjoyed on a lazy afternoon.

Seeing you in the kitchen peeling the fruit for him made him a little surprised.

“You always peel the fruit for me, I want to do it for you for once!” You answer him without any delay, already seeing the slightly confused expression on his face. Nodding slowly, Inumaki traipses through the kitchen and behind you.

The collar of your shirt is dipped down a bit, exposing the gentle slope of your neck to him. He can see the bones under your skin as you move about and it entices him. Pulling down the shirt a little farther, he leans forward and kisses right on your spine.

He smiles against your skin when you laugh a little, kissing you again and again, up and down your neck. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he gives a little rub to them and he can feel you relax even more.

“Toge go sit down, I’m almost done.” Swatting him away, you push a strawberry into his mouth right after he kisses the side of your neck. Chewing on the fruit, he nods and laughs a little himself, standing at the edge of the kitchen until you’re done so he can sit with you.

Yuta - your collarbones

From the outside looking in, Okkotsu Yuta looked far too serious to ever mope about or have feelings of clinginess. Never in a hundred years would someone take him for the type of man that would whine to get a hug or pout to receive a kiss on the forehead.

But he was exactly that type of man, and you had the proof right in your lap to show for it. Both of you were in fluffy pajamas after taking a long, hot bath together, laying squished together in bed despite having more than enough space to spread out.

“(Y/N).” Yuta had been in a mood the whole day, clingy and borderline annoying in his need for your attention. Tucked under your chin and the blankets, he pressed his nose against the skin of your shoulder.

“Yuta.” You said his name in the same childish whine that he said yours, laughing to yourself when he huffed. His fingers clung to the back of your shirt, arms digging into you with the force he was using to keep you smooshed against him.

Pulling down the collar of your shirt, he kissed the protruding collarbone right in front of him. Breathing deeply through his nose, Yuta let his eyes fall closed gently and kissed along the bone, right to the hollow of your throat.

“Love me.” He commanded, pressing his face into the bed to kiss your other collarbone. “I love you so much, love me, love me.” It wasn’t like Yuta to be so needy, but then again it wasn’t often he was in a mood like this one. Rubbing his face into your chest, he finally calmed down enough to let you run your fingers through his hair.

“What do you want me to do?” There was no right answer and you knew that, the smile on your face said as much.

“I don’t know.” Shrugging his shoulder and kissing your collarbone again, Yuta sighed. “Just keep being you I guess.”

Sukuna - your ribs

Sukuna is a foreboding man, large in stature and in ego. He enjoyed making others feel small and tremble in fear, there was a rush he got from knocking down an opponent that was unlike any other. And he got that same rush whenever he held you.

You were so soft, so delicate compared to the brutish man that you called a lover. You had gentle curves and smooth plains that were in sharp contrast to the jagged edges of Sukuna’s personality and body.

Which is why, whenever he held you, he made sure to slide a hand right around your ribs. To feel your bones underneath, to know you’re just as much a human as he is and not a god come down to humor him for a short while, to hear the way you get a little bit breathless whenever he squeezes you.

Laying in bed one night, watching you sleep peacefully under the cover of darkness and the streetlight coming in through the tops of the curtains, Sukuna reaches for your ribs. First his fingers meet your chest, the top of your shoulder and the firmness that comes under that patch of skin.

Trailing down the middle of your chest, he’s careful not to wake you with the tickle of his fingers as they press into your sternum for a moment. He can feel your heartbeat, so slow and even in your sleep. Going down, he can feel your ribs begin to branch out, and he follows them with his fingers until he bumps into your arm resting at your side.

“Stop ticklin’ me.” You grumble, still very much asleep but feeling Sukunas touch in your dreams.

“Sorry honey.” He chuckles, and he stops tracing the spaces between your ribs and rests a full hand on them. “Just wanted to make sure you were real.”

Mahito - the tops of your knees

Mahito liked to sit on the floor. He preferred it to a chair or the couch, he always wound up slipping from the furniture and onto the rugged floor even if he didn’t try. It was just more comfortable that way he said, he felt more at home.

Watching a movie with him sat between your knees on the floor, you laughed at Mahito laughing at a part in the film, his reactions were always so genuine and real. Flopping to the side, he leaned heavily on your knee, wrapping his arms around your calf to steady himself.

“This movie is so great!” He laughed wholeheartedly, rubbing his face into your knee as he watched the film.

“Yeah, it’s a great pick.” Leaning forward, you ran a few fingers through his hair as he calmed down. Humming in appreciation, Mahito kissed your knee in rapid succession. “What’re you doing?”

“Just loving you!” Looking over his shoulder, he winked at you and turned to the other knee, grabbing it and kissing it as well. Smoothing his hand over the joint, he smooshed his cheek into it and kissed it again, turning his attention back to the film, leaving you with only a few minutes of calm before he burst out laughing again.

Toji - the side of your ankle

Toji is affectionate in his own way. There is no traditional courtship with him, he sees what he wants and he gets it, whether that be a physical item or a person - namely, you. He is not an overly affectionate man that you may see in the movies. A tad possessive, a dash of rugged charm and the tiniest pinch of intimacy. That is what he was.

Seeing you lay so calmly on the couch, half asleep in a pair of his sweats and his shirt as you scroll through your phone, it entices him to come over to you. He wants to disturb the peace you’ve found yourself in, insert himself into the equation and demand to be focused on.

But as he gets closer and sees the cute way your eyes droop closed and the way you cuddle into the pillow beneath your head, he can’t find himself to do whatever destructive thing he had planned.

“Hmmm?” Sleepily, you turn your head to look at Toji. He’s grabbed onto your ankle and lifted it up to his face, supporting part of your leg in his other hand.

“You looked so peaceful layin’ here…” Toji begins but trails off, kissing the side of your ankle and feeling your heel beneath his thumbs. “Just wanted to stop by and see if you remembered me.” It’s a shit excuse and he doesn’t believe the words he’s saying. But he does believe in whatever moment the two of you are sharing, the soft sound of your tired breathing get a little deeper when he presses his lips against your ankle again, right on the little bone protruding out.

“M’tired.” You whine but make no move to take your leg away.

“I know, doll.” With a grin, Toji kisses a little higher on your ankle, encroaching on the territory of your leg. “Get up and I’ll carry you to bed.” But you can’t get up, he doesn’t let go of your ankle, cradling it in his hands and lightly massaging your calf until he feels like letting go.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fluff #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #nanami kento #fushiguro megumi #inumaki toge #okkotsu yuuta #geto suguru #itadori yuji #mahito #choso #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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ekaterinatepes · 3 years ago

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Nothing but the Best

Authors Note: ok, apparently this chapter was obscenely long lol since tumblr won’t let me posted all at once, so it will be broken down in 3 parts. Enjoy the triple feature!

WARNING: nsfw (oral m and f receiving)

MINORS DNI

XIII.

(Part 1/3)

It was that time of the year once more. Another stellar rendition of The Nutcracker was to take place for the NYC Ballet Fall Gala at the famous David H. Koch Theater. Once more all your hard work and effort got you the part for the Sugarplum Fairy, one of the main characters. The training for this particular show had taken the last few months of arduous labor and additional rehearsal sessions.

Suguru would show up here and there during your breaks bringing you soup or any other snacks he thought you might enjoy. It was sure to say your colleague were all swooning over the handsome, tall, raven haired, muscled, tattooed, golden eyed god that showed up here and there to bring you food and talk to you during break to then say goodbye with a tender kiss on your lips.

“My God Y/N! К Черту(Damn!)” said your red haired Russian friend Sasha approaching you after Suguru left “I’m impressed! I wish my man would visit to bring me food but I guess all men cannot be Prince Charming, where did you find him!?” asked jokingly. Sasha became your friend from the beginning, you both were number 1 and 2. Either you or her got the stellar for every show but neither she or you minded since you both respected the other’s talent.

You laughed at her enthusiasm “he is wonderful, I met Suguru when I lived in Japan… we moved here a while ago and we haven’t separated since” completely omitting Satoru’s part on your story as if he had never existed.

A pang of guilt assaulted you. Was this what you two became? After years together, all the love and adventures you lived. You both were reduced now to be strangers… stories ripped off the pages of each other’s book?

Lately you have been thinking about Satoru, today was the first day of December, soon on the 7th, he would be celebrating his 32nd birthday. Unavoidably this thought pulled you down memory lane to the last birthday you spent together.Before you found out about his affair.

~~~Flashback~~~

“You can’t use any of your six eyes to cheat! I’ll be mad if you do!” You warned the menace as you guided him through the doors of your living room to the outside. You stood behind him leading his body to walk in front of you. Satoru laughed “c’mon baby! You know I suck at this!” He complained like a spoiled brat making you shake your head. “Yes you suck!Now quit complaining and keep those eyes closed! ALL OF THEM!” added for good measure making him laugh again “yes mam!” He answered making you your eyes. Stopping finally in front of the gazebo next to the artificial lake. The structure was decorated with lights, heaters in every corner to keep the place warm since it was winter; you were lucky it has not snowed yet!

On a table there were a couple of glasses for champagne and a bottle of Rosé Dom Pérignon for Satoru’s sweet tooth.

The birthday cake you baked was a chocolate lava cake with caramel decorations. All surrounded by

an obscene assortment of desert and candy that waited for its owner to show up.

“Ok, open your eyes” he immediately gasped in delight “Kitten!” He turned around to wrap his arms around you and lift you up so he could kiss, his tongue searched for yours in a passionate embrace that left you breathless “thank you love….” he whispered once you both separated to catch your breath, his forehead against yours and his nose rubbing against the tip of yours for some Eskimo kisses. You chuckled “you are welcome…. Happy birthday Satoru, I love you” you said looking straight into his eyes making his heart melt. “I love you…” he whispered back with a little tremble on his voice, his eyes turned apologetic. It confused you but he didn’t let you speak “don’t ever leave me… please” he whispered against your lips not giving you a chance to answer before he kissed you once more. This kiss was more intense. He set you on your feet so he could tower over you and crowd your space with his body while his tongue explored avidly the sweet and humid opening of your mouth.

When he finally pulled back, his typical Cheshire Cat smirk was in place. “Now come here doll! Let’s see all the delicious things you prepared for me” holding your hand he all but ran inside the gazebo and gasped once more in delight “oh my sweet mochi! You got me all my favourite sweets!” He declares with a child like joy “mmm… come here, asks while taking a seat and pulling you on his lap “since you went through the trouble of doing this for me, how about we indulge and partake on this feast” he whispered on your ear making you shiver. One of his arms was placed around you hips while the other looked for some chocolate to eat and also feed you “open you mouth baby” he requested and you did. He placed a chocolate square in your mouth and watched as you closed your lips around it also sucking his finger. The effect was immediate, you could feel his cock hardening against your butt, a little groan escaped his lips while his eyes were fixated on your lips. “I changed my mind… I want my chocolate back” and with that he crushed his lips against yours. A moan was suffocated by his lips when his tongue moved deeper as if he was trying to extract any trace of the chocolate you consumed.

———-> Chapter 13 / Part 2

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redrumrose · 3 years ago

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It's me the mischievous little anon always feeding your noggin ideas hehehe :3 Despite the usually awesome Little Nightmares art, have you done anything for Dmitri or Anton? (I've always been curious of Aubrey and Nikki and Dmitri's lady friend. I can tell they're the absolute best girls!)

Aaaaah!! Hello awesome anon! xDD Aaaw dude thank you so muuuch! I'm glad you like my OCs ;w; Also I'm so, so sorry this reply is coming super late ;A; My head has been so scrambled with my mess of an inbox ^^;

So Anton's story is on hold for a bit (just because alot of the things I had in his story wound up being in LN2 (by pure coincidence) ^^; Anton was originally going to be an evil anchor/broadcaster who used mind control on his audience and well... LN2 wound up doing that 0-0 So I have to rewrite/fix/change a few things so it doesn't seem like I'm copying ^^;;

BUT (lol, this is coming so late) I've been drawing alot more of my boys Dmitri and Sunny (I've never been happier aaaa) ;w; I'm really trying to get Dmitri's story pieced together! I want it to be a fun, one off kind of story. So you'll def be seeing more of them ^^

As for the lady's, heck yeeeeeah!!! They’re definitely awesome girls, all of them x33 Since Anton's story is on hold for a bit, I'll tell you alittle more about Dmitri's lady frieeend Emelia, or Miss Em for short ^o^

In the story, she owns the local roadside diner in the little desert town of Nowheresville, Nevada (town name still in the works pffft). Everyone in town knows her for her awesome jukebox restaurant and famous past (of being a beauty queen)! She's a really nice, caring, bubbly, and happy person. Very much loved by all who know her. Also really respected (she can mean business when she needs to) x3 When Dmitri and Sunny roll into town, she’s the first to greet and welcome them. *swoons* Em's just babe...

ALSO!!! I saw your other ask about her and Dmitri, so I’ll answer that one next! (I wanna draw some pictures for it though! x3 but it should come soon!)

#aaaa sorry again for the late answer #lol I hope I described Em okay xDD I'm kinda bad at character descriptions pffft #you'll learn even more about here with the next post though!

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pinkczennie · 4 years ago

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Strip Tease | Ten (m)

Requested by: @unknown5tar (Thank you for being patient with me and ngl I was really nervous while writing this because I really hope you like this! I couldn’t help but add some smut cuz ya kno LOL and I’m such a sucker for enemies/friends to lovers au)

Summary: Ten is a fucking tease.

Pairings: best friend!Ten x female reader

Genre: best friends to lovers!au, suggestive, smut

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst (breakup), sexually explicit content, mature language

You and Ten first met at the start of university. You were both dance majors, so you would often see each other in class and on campus in the same department buildings. You had a lot in common with Ten, such as a similar sense of humor, being excellent dancers, and an appreciation for art. Along the way, the friendship gradually went from just friends to best friends, developing into a teasing friendship that was borderline flirting, but it was always just playful.

Once you both graduated university, you both applied to work at the same dance studio and got hired to teach classes there together. Ten teaches b-boying and you teach hip hop. By day, you and Ten were both dance instructors at a dance studio. By night, you were both dancers at a popular club.

The club was widely known for their good-looking waiters and talented dancers. Ten was one of the very few male dancers at the club so he garnered many female customers and even some male customers. He even has some regulars that would come every so often on a weekend night to see Ten dance because the male would occasionally come up with choreographies to make his performances more different and unique.

His performances were quite a sight, to say the least. On Halloween night, he dressed up as a devil and danced, what he calls his piece, “devils”, where he bent his body backwards in a demonic way that left the audience gasping. He sure knew how to move his body in ways unimaginable. His stunning visuals adds to it as well because many have tried to hit on him before.

One night, as you both are heading to the club, Ten informs you that has a new choreographed performance that he is going to unveil tonight, so you tell him that you’ll be in the audience watching. That night, instead of sitting in the waiting room with the other dancers like you usually do, you sat towards the front of the stage, so you got front row seats to see Ten’s new piece.

The audience erupted into loud cheers when the DJ announced that Ten will be the next performer.

Loud upbeat R&B music began blasting on the stereos and bright colorful LED lights flash the room as Ten’s figure suddenly emerges from the red, silk curtains and all the female customers began to cheer loudly. He was wearing a black leather jacket that was zipped up all the way, along with matching black jeans and a belt.

Ten makes his way to the center and sways his body to the music. Nobody knew what to expect from the dancer’s performance today, so your eyes widen when you see him start to slowly unbuckle his belt with one hand. He takes his time removing the belt from his waist before tossing it to the sidelines once it’s off.

Next, he unzips his leather jacket at a snail’s pace to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath the jacket and practically everyone’s jaw drops. After teasing the audience with parts of his exposed skin, he begins to sensually take off the jacket at a teasingly slow pace. The jacket begins to slip from his shoulders and then his biceps. Once it’s completely off his body, he spots you in the front row of the stage and discards his jacket by throwing it into your hands, knowing you’ll keep it safe for him. You see the flying jacket coming your way and you quickly catch it with both hands.

The audience hollers and whistles at the dancer’s exposed upper body. He was toned and there was body oil rubbed all over his stomach, accentuating the lines of his abs.

Ten lays on his back against the floor and thrusts up into the air, causing the audience to roar and paper bills come flying his way on stage. He slides against the floor on his knees and picks up the money, bringing the bills in between his fingers and stuffing it into his jean pockets.

Once the song is over, the dancer sends a wink to the audience and all the women swoon. You included.

You were honestly really surprised by his performance, in a good way. Your mouth was hanging open during the entire performance, but your lips were sticking up into a smile because that was absolutely amazing. You’ve seen the way Ten moves, but you’ve never seen him do that before.

Once the song is over, the lights dim down and the stage becomes dark. You quickly rush back to the dancer’s waiting room, where Ten probably left to once his performance was over. You barge open the door and look around and spot Ten by the corner taking out all the money from his pockets that he received during the performance and putting it into his wallet. It’s thick with cash.

“Holy shit. That performance was incredible, Ten!” you praise as you make your way over to Ten.

“Go on,” he encourages, basing in the glory of your praise. “I know, it was amazing.”

“The thing you did with your belt and jacket-”

He chuckles, “It’s called strip teasing. I was working on it in private for a few days.”

“You have to teach me how to strip tease!” you excitedly say while handing his jacket back to him. “Maybe I could use it for one of my performances too.”

Ten takes his jacket back. “Sure, I’ll teach you on our day off.”

“You’re the best,” you say as you link arms with him.

Once all the performances were over, it was time for the club to close for the night, or day since they opened until 4 in the morning, so after cleaning up the place, you and Ten both headed home together.

You and Ten were living together and rented a place that was relatively close to both the workplaces so it would be an easier commute. Plus, it was nice getting to live with a good friend. Ten even adopted two cats, named Louis and Leon, which you did not oppose because it was nice to have pets in the house.

The next day, you both didn’t have any work so it was a good time for Ten to teach you how to strip tease. You sport some comfortable dance wear like a loose, cropped t-shirt and shorts while Ten is in a sleeveless shirt and sweatpants. The living room couches are pushed back and the coffee table is temporarily moved to the kitchen so there was enough dance space.

“Strip teasing is pretty easy, to be honest. All you have to do is slowly undress in a sexy way,” Ten states. “Let’s start off doing something simple and easy. Can you go grab a jacket of yours and put it on?”

You nod and rush off to your room to retrieve a jacket as instructed.

While you left to do as told, Ten searches on his Spotify for some fitting music and starts to play some upbeat R&B music from his playlist to set the mood. After setting it to the highest volume level, he takes a seat on the couch with the phone placed to his side and gets comfortable on the furniture.

Soon, you emerge from your room with a light blue denim jean jacket on.

“First, you want to start off with a sexy dance,” Ten instructs. “Just feel yourself with the music.”

You nod and, thankfully, it was a song you frequently listen to, so it was pretty easy to think of a simple choreography for it on the spot. You throw in some body rolls and slowly run your hands down your body from your chest to your waist down to your ass as you sway your hips, all while keeping eye contact with Ten.

You and Ten are both comfortable with each other so it’s not awkward to make eye contact like that. Besides, it’s good practice to get rid of shyness since you’re both dancers so facial expression is very important.

“Yes! Look at you feeling yourself like that,” Ten compliments with a proud smile to hype you up.

You get a little bold as you do a slut drop, where you squat down quickly and immediately pop back up, when the beat drops, throw your ass back, twerk, and even strut over to Ten to take a seat on his lap while your legs rest bent on the sofa.

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow and one side of his lips curled up to a smirk while you smile innocently at him.

“What’s next?” you innocently ask.

“Next, slowly take off your jacket,” Ten replies, emphasizing the word ‘slowly’.

You take hold of your jacket and begin to strip it off of your body at a snail’s pace, revealing your shoulders and then your arms. Once the jacket is off of your body, you discard it to the other side of the couch.

“How was that?” you ask.

“Very sexy,” Ten praises with a nod. “Especially when you sat on my lap like that.”

“What can I say? I have a great teacher,” you compliment back.

“I know. I’m amazing,” he boasts and you playfully slap his arm for letting your compliment feed his ego. Ten winces from the hit but laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. “But you already got the basics of how to strip tease down. We can watch some tutorials from other professional dancers that I used for reference if you want.”

“Sure,” you nod.

“Alright, now get off of my lap.” Ten playfully smacks your butt and you giggle as you remove yourself from his lap.

Ten gets up from the couch and walks into his room to retrieve his laptop.

As you wait for him, you check on your phone to see you received a notification. It was a text message from your boyfriend.

Boyfriend: I miss you. Are you free today for dinner and movies at my place?

You smile widely as you rapidly type a reply back to him.

You: Of course! I’m in the middle of something right now and I’ll need to change and get ready afterwards so give me a couple of hours?

Boyfriend: Sure thing! Can’t wait to see you later <3

You: I’ll text you when I’m on my way! See you in a bit <3

“Hey, can we end this in an hour or so?” you ask Ten when he emerges from his room with a laptop tucked in his arm.

“Sure. Did something come up?”

“Yeah, I’m going to see Taeyong in a bit,” you reply as you continue to text Taeyong.

You and Taeyong first met at a party during your last year in university and took an interest in each other. After exchanging numbers, chatting over the phone, and a few dates, you and Taeyong have been together for almost a year now.

“Oh, I see,” Ten nods as he sits on the couch, opening his laptop to pull up the reference videos he bookmarked.

After watching a few videos on Ten’s laptop for references on how to strip tease by other dancers, you decided it was enough for the day. You changed clothes, texted Taeyong that you are on your way, and headed out to his place. You knock on his apartment door when you arrive and wait for a few seconds before you hear footsteps approaching the door. Taeyong opens the door and smiles upon seeing your face.

“Hey, babe,” he greets, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Hi, bubu,” you smile with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Hungry? I already ordered the pizza for us. I got us your favorite toppings.”

“Yes! You’re the best,” you say and plant a kiss on his cheek.

Taeyong guides you inside his place and the pizza is already set up on the coffee table along with a movie ready on the television screen.

After devouring the pizza, you and Taeyong continued to watch the remainder of the movie. Some time during the movie, one thing leads to another and next thing you know, the movie is long forgotten about as you fall onto Taeyong’s bed with his lips on yours and his body on top of yours. Your hands are wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer while his hands roam around your waist.

As you continue to kiss, an idea pops into your head when you feel Taeyong’s fingers wrapped around your shirt, trying to strip you of your clothing but you remove his hands from your shirt. Taeyong removes himself from your lips, worried because of your actions, but you shush him by switching the positions so Taeyong is now laying on the bed and you are hovering over him instead. The movie begins to play sensual music in the background, which was a perfect chance for you to slowly remove your own shirt, teasing your boyfriend with only peaks of your skin.

Taeyong can feel his dick, still in his boxers, slowly harden as he watches you give him a show. Once your shirt is off and tossed to the other side of the bed, Taeyong marvels at your lacy, pink bra.

“Wow, you look so hot doing that. Who taught you how to strip tease like that?” Taeyong smirks as he stares lustfully at your half naked body.

“Ten taught me.” You reply as you bring your hands behind your back to begin unhooking your bra.

“Wait- Ten?” Taeyong’s eyebrows knit together.

You suddenly stop your actions and your smile slowly drops when you notice the shift in the atmosphere. Taeyong almost seemed...upset at the fact that Ten was the one who taught you how to strip tease.

“Yeah. Why? Is something wrong?” You get off from his body and sit to the side of his bed.

Taeyong sighs, avoiding eye contact with you. He always suspected that there was something going on between you two, but he took your word for it when you said Ten was just a good friend. Taeyong trusts you, he really does, so he tried not to show his jealousy. However, he was always worried knowing that you two live together and how close you two were, so this new fact caused him to snap.

“Y/n, what would you do if I asked you to stop being friends with Ten?”

Your eyes widen at Taeyong’s question. “Taeyong...I can’t just stop being friends with Ten. He’s my best friend.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” Taeyong fires back.

You pause.

Ten is your best friend, so to suddenly be asked to end your friendship with him for your significant other was so shocking that you were left speechless. You really did not want to lose Ten, so who should you choose? You don’t know because you don’t want to make the wrong decision.

Taeyong sighs at your silence. “Y/n...I think we should break up.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your heart drop as you stare at your boyfriend in shock.

“I’m really sorry, y/n. I love you, I really do. But...I don’t think I can be with someone who has another man in her heart. You two are too close for comfort and I can’t help but think that there’s something going between you two, especially since you can’t-or won't- stop being friends with him for me,” Taeyong explains.

You didn’t respond back because you were at a loss for words. Is it really that wrong for a woman to have a comfortable friendship with another man that isn’t her significant other?

After redressing in awkward silence, you trudge back home, feeling numb from the breakup and your brain keeps repeating Taeyong’s words.

When you arrived home and opened the door, Ten was there in the living room, laying on the couch while scrolling through his phone. He looks up to see you staring at him in silence by the door and immediately jumps up from the couch to approach you when he notices the tears on your face as you stare at him with wet eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with concern as he cups your face and gently wipes away your tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “Why are you crying?”

You wanted to just push Taeyong’s words aside for the night because all you wanted was someone to comfort you right now, so you wrap your arms around Ten’s body and shove your face into his neck.

“Taeyong broke up with me,” you confess.

“What?” You hear him shout, a vibration ringing through his chest. “Why?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about it right now. Can you just...please hold me?” you plead with a cracked voice.

“Of course. I got you,” Ten says as he brings you into a tighter embrace.

You’ll tell him what happened once you’re ready.

That night, Ten laid in your bed beside you with a thick blanket thrown over your bodies for warmth while you quietly sob your eyes out. He strokes comforting circles on your back.

Eventually, you stop crying as tiredness overtakes your body. You glance up to see that Ten’s eyes were closed and his movements have stopped, meaning he probably fell asleep without you noticing. It was pretty late right now, considering it felt like hours since you were crying, so you don’t blame him for drifting off to sleep.

Taeyong’s words today kept ringing in your head as you continue to stare at Ten’s facial features, like the mole under his left eye and then his long eyelashes. You must admit that Ten is a very attractive person, but who wouldn’t think that?

Taeyong is right about being very close because you and Ten are practically cuddling on your bed.

You bring Ten into a tight embrace and fall asleep with your limbs wrapped around his body and your face tucked into his chest. You’re glad you still have him by your side.

The next morning, you woke up with swollen eyes from all the crying last night and Ten was no longer by your side in bed. The smell of food and a sizzling sound lingers in the air, which you assume means that he probably woke up before you did to cook breakfast.

You lightly trudge your feet to the kitchen, the sound of your slippers sliding against the hardwood floor echoing in the hallway. You see Ten in a yellow apron scooping the cooked food from the pan onto two plates with a spatula.

“Morning,” Ten greets with a smile when he spots your awakened figure. “I woke up earlier to make us some breakfast before we go to work later. Come sit down and eat with me.”

You walk into the kitchen and take a seat on the kitchen counter right in front of the plate that Ten just loaded with food.

Your heart softens. Despite being your sassy best friend, he knew when to be sweet and thoughtful whenever you were having a bad day.

“Are you okay to go to work today or do you want to call in sick to have the day off?” Ten worriedly asks.

You shake your head. “I’m okay. I can go to work today.”

Besides, it was better to distract your mind temporarily with work instead of staying home and wallowing in sorrow. You pick up your fork and start to dig into the breakfast Ten prepared for you.

“Thanks, Ten,” you smile, grateful for having such a great friend.

“You can thank me with a kiss,” he jokes as he points his index finger to his extended cheek.

You snort and roll your eyes at him before smacking his arm and you both break out into laughter, which lightens up the mood.

You go through your day with a heavy heart, but you’re thankful that Ten doesn’t ask about what happened yesterday. You do want to tell him, someday, but just not today.

---

A few months have passed since the breakup and you’re back to your usual self again. You still never spoke to Ten about the incident with Taeyong, but you’re not sure if he’s forgotten about it or not. Nothing has changed between you and Ten, your friendship being stronger than ever. You acted the same but you felt weird around Ten now.

The atmosphere felt...different.

You’re not sure if you’re just imagining things but you think Ten is teasing you more than before. There were more lingering touches that sent electricity jolting through your body and sexual jokes thrown every here and there that left you slightly flustered.

It’s probably because of what Taeyong said to you that night that has been making you more hyper aware of Ten’s actions.

Of course you still let him do it and try your best to not let it visibly show that it affected you in any way because that’s just how Ten always has been.

Like just the other day, Ten finished his dance lessons for the day but stayed behind and waited for you to finish so you two could go back home together. You would be done soon, so he decided to kill some time by practicing his choreography.

Once your last session was over, you packed up your stuff and headed to Ten’s dance room which was right next door. Music was blasting in the studio and when the door opens you are greeted with Ten dancing shirtless. He was wearing a cap to capture his hair and his upper body was covered in sweat.

You didn’t say anything because you assumed he noticed you enter the room but wanted to finish before stopping, so you didn’t want to interrupt and just stared at Ten while he danced. The way his body moves around so quickly during the song was very alluring that you couldn’t look away from his captivating performance.

“Enjoying the view?” he smirks.

“No, you just seemed focused so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Really? Because my eyes are up here.” He brings out his index finger and middle finger to point each finger at each of his eyes and then points each extended finger at each of your eyes.

You swat his fingers away. “You wish I was staring at you like that.”

“I’m just kidding, baby,” he chuckles before wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Ew, you’re all sweaty!” you squeal as you squirm away from his hold.

“You’re sweaty too. Come here,” he says and chases you around the room with his arms wide open and you run away while screaming.

He manages to trap you against the wall with your head in between his arm and you catch his eyes, staring down at you.

You gulp at the small distance between your bodies because Ten was just mere inches away from your face. You see him leaning his face closer to yours and you await his next move as you feel your heart beating against your ribcage. Is he really going to kiss you right now in the middle of the dance room where anyone could come in at any moment? However, you don’t make any movements to run away, waiting for what’s to come next.

“Gotcha,” he whispers and pulls away with a chuckle. “Let’s go home. I’m hungry.”

Well you weren’t expecting that at all. Thankfully, he has his back towards you while he goes to retrieve his bag or else he would have seen your face slowly heating up.

And there was another time, where you were doing the laundry by folding your clean clothes on the living room couch. Suddenly, Ten emerges from his room and you see him walking over to you from the corner of your eye.

“Wow, you wear some racy underwear,” you hear Ten say.

You look up and gasp with wide eyes because you see your black lace panties dangling from his fingers.

“Ten, don’t look at that!” you shout, embarrassed.

You get up to snatch your article of clothing out of his hands but he’s quick and lifts it higher in the air so it is out of your reach.

“Give it back!” You jump with your arm extended, trying to reach for your panties.

“Try to come get it then,” Ten mocks.

Curse him for using his height against you even though he’s just a bit taller than you.

You frown as you get on your tip-toes to reach for it but Ten continues to back up. However, Ten wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and ends up backing up so far that the back of his leg hits the couch, so the male falls backwards and you fall along with him.

“Oof.” With eyes closed, Ten lands backwards on the couch while your body falls on top of Ten’s.

You get up on your arms and look down to see the position you two were in: Ten under you while you were on top of him. No words were spoken as you stay still in your awkward spots with wide eyes staring at each other.

“Oh, was this your plan all along?” he cheekily grins. “How naughty.”

You whack his chest and quickly grab your underwear back from Ten with burning cheeks.

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Ten has been teasing you way too much lately so you decide it’s time to get back at him by playing fire with fire.

You look at yourself in the mirror and grin. Currently, you were wearing one of Ten’s t-shirts that you managed to snatch from his closet when you snuck into his room one day while he was in the bathroom.

It was a bit big on you, but you liked it because it smelled like Ten and he will for sure notice it’s his because it’s one of his favorites.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath, except a bra and matching pair of panties which were covered by the oversized shirt.

From behind your closed door, you hear him outside in the living room playing with one of the cats, because he was cooing at the cat to get his attention so you decided it was time to spring into action.

You exit your room and notice from the corner of your eye that he was sitting on the couch with his attention on Leon. You pretend to grab a drink from the kitchen, making sure your presence was noticed by humming a song.

“Hey, have you seen my-” you hear him say but you pretend to be searching for something in the fridge.

“Uh, is that my shirt?” he asks.

“Hm?” You blinked innocently at him.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he states, pointing at you.

“Oh is it? I didn’t notice,” you look down at the shirt and shrug.

Ten gets up from the living room couch and makes his way over to you as Leon skimmers away. He places an outstretched arm onto the fridge and the other one on his hip. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I like it. It’s comfortable.”

“Take it off,” he demands.

“Pervert,” you gasp, covering your chest with your arms.

“You’re the one prancing in here with no pants on and wearing my shirt,” he states matter-of-factly.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me in just a shirt and no pants,” you retort.

“Not in my shirt though,” he raises an eyebrow at you. “Give it back.”

You lean in close to his face and say, “make me.”

You weren’t sure what to expect to happen next but the next thing you know is that he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from the kitchen and into his room. He uses his foot to close the door shut and flips you onto his bed.

Honestly, you were pretty surprised by everything that just happened right now so your heart is pounding when he removes you from his shoulder and you land on the mattress.

Ten hovers over your body and peers down at you with his hands by your head and his legs trapping yours. You suddenly lost all that confidence you had to tease Ten back, because right now you feel intimidated by his gaze and slightly turned on?

Suddenly, Ten brings his hands to your sides and begins tickling you. You erupt into a fit of laughter and squirm as you try to get out of his hold.

“Ten, stop! Ah!” you squeal in between laughs. “You know I’m ticklish!”

“Are you going to give me back my shirt?”

“Yes! Okay, I’ll give it back!”

Ten stops tickling you and you continue to lay in his bed while trying to catch your breath. You are both still a giggling mess but once you’ve calmed down you just stare up at Ten who was still on top of you by the way.

“I’ll go change now and give it back to you,” you state meekly, your eyes avoiding his.

“Nah, you can keep it. Besides, you look cute in my clothes,” he winks and gets off of you.

Well so much for teasing Ten this time because he made you flustered in the end. You think it’s best to not tease Ten because it looks like you won’t be able to win against him in this game.

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You and Ten were invited to a mutual friend’s birthday party held at the birthday boy’s house, so you both make your way over to the party after work. When you knock on the door, you and Ten are greeted by the birthday boy, Kun, as he gestures for you both to come inside. There were quite a few people there already, so you both mingle with some friends you know at the party while taking a couple of shorts.

After a while, you excuse yourself from the conversation to go to the kitchen to grab some food, when suddenly you hear a male voice calling your name.

“Y/nnnn!” You turn your head to the source of the voice and see Donghyuck running towards you with open arms, along with Mark trailing behind him.

An oof leaves your mouth when the younger male’s body collides against yours into a bone crushing hug, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“I missed you, y/n,” Donghyuck coos.

“I missed you too, Donghyuck. Hi, Mark.”

“Hey, how have you been? I saw that you and Taeyong aren’t together anymore because you deleted all his photos from your Instagram,” Mark says as Donghyuck releases you from his hold.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” you reply.

“Did you guys break up because of Ten?” Donghyuck asks, leaning in his body towards yours.

Your brows knit together at Donghyuck’s question. “How...did you know?”

“Seriously? I can’t believe I got it right,” Donghyuck laughs, “But it was pretty obvious.”

You lean against the wall and cross your arms with a raised eyebrow. “How so? Explain.”

“I always thought there was something going on between you and Ten. Almost everyone did,” The male states. “He would always flirt with you and was super touchy like you’re a couple. I can’t tell if he’s trying to get with you or fuck you.”

Your eyes widen and you even turn to Mark for confirmation and he nods in return, indicating that he agrees with Donghyuck’s statement.

“Well, now that you and Taeyong aren’t together anymore, are you going to do something about the tension between you and Ten?” Mark asks.

Honestly, you didn’t know how to respond. What are you even supposed to do, let alone bring up the topic to Ten without making it awkward?

“Hey Donghyuck, Mark, come help Lucas. The guy is a little drunk!” you hear someone shout before the conversation could continue and the two rush to their aid when they see the giant look like he was about to puke.

After Donghyuck and Mark left, you decided you needed a moment by yourself to think about everything. You’re sitting alone in the balcony of Kun’s room staring up into the sky, thinking about Donghyuck and Taeyong’s words.

Now, you weren’t disgusted by the thought of being with Ten, romantically or sexually. In fact, you have thought about it before and, honestly, Ten knows you better than anymore just as well as you know him. Heck, you even know how to pronounce his full Thai name correctly, which apparently not a lot of people can do.

You and Ten have even made an agreement beforehand that if you two were still single by the time you’re both 30 years old, you would just date each other. The thought of being with your best friend didn’t sound all that bad.

Suddenly, you hear someone walk into the room and you turn your head to the door.

“Hey, what are you doing sitting here all alone?” Ten asks by the door with his hand on the doorknob. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh...I just needed some air,” you reply. “It was kind of stuffy with all the people there. Did you need something?”

“Yeah, it’s almost time to sing and cut the cake,” Ten informs. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” You close the balcony door and follow Ten out of Kun’s room.

---

Ten went out to do a couple of errands for the day while you stayed behind at home and situated yourself on your bed to watch a movie on your laptop to pass some time. You picked a mature-rated romance. The door of your room was left only partially closed in case any of the cats wanted to come in.

Nothing ever happened after Kun’s birthday party and things were the same as usual. You’re not sure if you should say something because honestly you’ve been thinking about that night ever since.

Half way into the movie there was a sex scene. You didn’t expect how uncensored the scene was, but you continued to watch in silence. However, it left you feeling aroused, watching the main female character getting fucked unprotected by the main male character.

It has been a while since you’ve had sex too, so you couldn’t help but slowly move your hands down into your shorts, past your panties, and begin to rub two fingers against your folds as you continue to watch the movie. Even though the volume was relatively high, you still bit your bottom lip to prevent any noise as you shove two fingers into your entrance.

Your heart was beating like crazy as your fingers thrust in and out of your core. Your fingers felt good but it wasn’t enough. You needed something bigger.

You spot Ten’s shirt hanging from the edge of your bed and you pause your fingers to grab it with your free hand. You bring it up to your nose and it still smells like the cologne he wears.

You closed your eyes, thinking of Ten and what it would be like if it was his fingers inside of you right now instead of yours. Even better, something else. The thought just turned you on more so you sped up your fingers.

A careless whimper of Ten’s name escapes your lips along with light panting as your fingers brush against your walls. You should have closed the door but you never expected he would come home so fast, so you didn’t hear Ten entering the house. His ears picked up the sound of his name coming from your room.

You push your fingers deeper to find your g-spot, when suddenly the door swung open and your eyes widened in shock when you looked up and locked eyes with the man that was on your mind, standing before you with shock all over his face.

He looks at you and sees his shirt in your hand and your other hand down your pants in between your legs.

The room is extremely quiet, except for the noises coming from your laptop of the movie still playing. To make it even more awkward, the actress in the movie just announced her orgasm.

“Are you using my shirt to masturbate?” Ten asks after a silent pause.

Shit. You just want a hole to appear and eat you up alive because you are so embarrassed you could die right now.

You can feel your blood running cold after getting caught in this awkward situation.

“Ten, I-” You were speechless.

You didn’t know what to say because your mind was completely blank right now. What do you say to someone when you just got caught doing something inappropriate and even worse using their article of clothing to get off? You quickly retract your fingers from your core.

You thought Ten would make fun of you or be grossed out by your actions. But instead, he walks into your room, slamming the door shut, gets on to your bed, and hovers over you. It happened so fast that your mind couldn’t comprehend it quick enough that you just froze in place.

Your eyes widened at the dangerous proximity and you felt your heart racing as you peered up into Ten’s cat-like eyes to see that he was staring down at you with such intensity that you’re starting to get a little nervous.

He grabs the wrist of your hand that you just used to get off with his hand and puts your fingers in his mouth, sucking up your juices. He releases your fingers from his mouth with a pop and your eyes are as wide as saucers now at Ten.

For once, you felt it. The sexual tension that everyone constantly mentions between you two. You can actually feel it in the air. You no longer see Ten, your best friend, but a man, standing before you with a dark look in his eyes.

“You taste so good.” He licks his lips to pick up any excess off his mouth.

Ten’s gaze falls from your eyes to your lips and your eyes do the same after you notice his eyes were no longer on yours, but something else.

“If you don’t want this, push me away right now and I’ll stop,” Ten whispers before slowly closing the distance between his face from yours.

But you don’t stop him. You want this just as badly as he does.

When Ten sees no sign of you rejecting his advances, he closes his eyes before he cups your face with one hand and crashes his soft lips against yours. You close your eyes and return the kiss with your hands clinging on his shoulders for support. Ten’s other hands snake around your waist to bring your figure closer to his, so you’re body to body. Teeth and tongue clashed against each other in a rough, hungry kiss, full of passion.

He releases himself from your lips to start stripping you of your clothes in a rush that he practically wanted to tear them off your skin if he could.

Once fully naked, he begins to remove his own clothes and tosses them on the floor. His lips latch back on to your lips again as his hands begin to roam your body, touching your skin, which sends tingles throughout your body from his warm touch.

The male stops the kiss to allow a moment to breathe. However, that doesn’t last long when Ten begins to leave open mouth kisses on your neck and you shiver as he nips a sensitive spot. Then, he sucks hickies all over your collarbone and chests, marking you with purple bruises.

Your back arches off the bed when you feel a warm mouth sucking one of your nipples while the other one is being played with between his fingers.

“Ten,” you whimper.

He releases his mouth from your nipple at the sound of his name escaping your lips and runs two fingers against your folds causing you to shiver.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” Ten breaths as he pumps his hardening cock in his other hand. “I wanted to take my time with you, but I want you so badly right now that I can’t wait.”

The statement made you even more wet because you have been craving Ten’s touch for a while now. You want to feel his cock inside of you.

“Hang on, let me go get a condom in my ro-,'' Ten informs you but you stop him by reaching into your bedside table and grabbing a condom from your drawer to hand to him.

You still had a bunch leftover because of your ex. Ten raises an eyebrow at you but decides to ask questions later and to start opening the packet now.

Ten rips the plastic open with his teeth and rolls the condom onto his length. Your pussy was throbbing in anticipation as you stared at Ten’s cock. Once he’s fully sheathed, he tosses the wrapper into your trashcan and positions himself in front of your entrance with your legs planted on his shoulders. Slowly, he enters you and your fingernails dig into his back at the stretch of his length around your wet cavern.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” Ten groans as he bottoms out of you.

You felt so full as his cock throbs inside of you from the feeling of your warm walls. You and Ten have never been so intimate before, being skin against skin. You can’t believe this is actually happening and neither can Ten.

Ten waits for you to get used to his size by staring at the place where you two were connected. As soon as he heard from you that it was okay to move, he takes his length out and then slams his cock back deep inside of you. You both moan as he begins to find a steady and hard pace to fuck you into your mattress.

“Tell me, why were you using my shirt to help you get off?” he asks as he continues to thrust inside of you.

Honestly, you were so embarrassed that you got caught by him that you really did not want to tell him, but suddenly, he stops and you stare at him with pleading eyes, asking him why did you stop? with your eyes.

“Answer me,” he hisses, gritting his teeth.

His length was still inside of you but he holds your hips down with an iron grip so you don’t make any movements to pleasure yourself until you answer his question.

“I-I was thinking about you,” you choke out, face heating up.

“You were thinking about me while playing with yourself? How dirty,” he whispers, nipping your ear.

Satisfied with your reply, he begins pistoning inside of you at a speed that made your breasts bounce along with the thrusts.

“It’s because you’ve been teasing me so much lately- saying I look cute in your clothes- throwing me on your bed-”

“-and your reactions were so cute. God, I wanted to just take you right then and there,” Ten pants between each thrust. “Did I make you feel some type of way?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

“Good.” Ten readjusts his positions and hits your g-spot dead on, causing you to see stars as pleasure courses through your whole body. You're a moaning mess and your toes curl as he continues to ram that spot with harsh thrusts.

Your walls begin to convulse around his length and Ten throws his head back at the squeeze. You were close, so Ten picks up the pace.

The movie was still playing, mixed with the sound of moans and your juices squelching with every thrust.

“Ten, I’m about to come,” you announce.

“Me too,” Ten groans as his thrusts become sloppier and uneven. “Cum for me.”

With a few more thrusts, the knot in your lower stomach bursts and you come around his length. Soon afterwards, Ten shoots his seeds into the condom. You are both a panting mess trying to come down from your orgasms. You are both covered in sweat, there were scratch marks all over Ten’s back, and the room smells like must and sex.

After a minute, Ten pulls out from your pussy, removes the condom from his cock, and tosses it into your trash bin.

You and Ten have officially crossed the line from best friend territory.

“Hey,” Ten speaks, catching your attention. “Do you regret what we just did?” Ten asks, concern laced in his voice.

You stared at your best friend, his eyes filled with fear at the possibility that you might have regretted what just happened. But you don’t regret it at all, so you shake your head.

“No,” you reply.

“Good, because me neither,” he happily smiles and brings you into his embrace.

“I-uh...overheard your conversation with Donghyuck and Mark during the party. Is it true that you and Taeyong broke up because of me?” he meekly informs you.

You groan, “Ten, I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you eventually but-”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. The truth is I never wanted to say anything in case you didn’t feel the same way and ruin our friendship. At first, I was so mad at myself when you started going on with Taeyong because I felt like I just lost my chance. But after what we just did, I need to tell you how I feel so I don’t lose you again,” Ten confesses. “I really like you, y/n.”

You feel your heart swell with joy and a blush creeps up your face. “I really like you too, Ten.”

Now it’s his turn to feel his heart swell with joy because the person he likes reciprocates his feelings.

He lays down beside you in your bed and stares lovingly into your eyes as he uses one arm to support his head while the other strokes a strand of hair away from your face.

“Ten...what’s going to happen to us now?” you ask.

Ten softens. “Nothing has to change. I will always be your best friend, but I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing where this goes.”

A smile slowly spreads on your face at Ten’s words. “Me neither.”

---

Tonight, you wanted to showcase your new performance at the club. You asked the DJ to shoutout Ten during your introduction for helping you with the moves, and to add “my boyfriend” after saying his name which made said boyfriend sitting in the front seat glee with joy.

Loud R&B music began to play and the crowd started cheering when your figure emerged from behind the curtains in an oversized black, thin knit sweater that was long enough to cover part of your thighs and black high heels.

You walk to the center and put your hands on the pole that was securely placed in the middle of the stage. You grind against the pole before lifting yourself off from the floor to do some impressive spins.

Once the music is reaching the chorus, you carefully get on your knees before getting into a fetal position. Then, you lift your ass up in the air, giving it a wiggle and allowing your top to slowly fall. Next, you quickly sit on your knees and your arms wrap around the opposite ends with your fingers grasp the ends of your top and slowly begin to lift it up, revealing something interesting underneath. The shirt began to expose your skin-tight, long sleeve, red bodysuit that you were wearing underneath this whole time.

You’ve never worn it before, so today is your first day wearing it because you recently bought it and wanted to show off in front of the crowd.

The crowd goes wild and Ten’s bites his thumbs trying to hide his wide grin.

You toss the black oversized shirt to the side of the stage and get back up off our knees to strut over to the stage pole again, swaying your hips side to side. The dance continues again and you hope Ten was impressed by your strip tease.

Oh, he definitely liked it because as soon as Ten found you after your performance ended, he pinned you against the wall and attacked your lips into a passionate kiss.

“You were so hot up there. Watching my girlfriend strut like that turned me on so much,” Ten confesses as his dark eyes raked your entire figure while his hands roam your body.

“Turned on enough to fuck me here in the waiting room?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck yeah.”

Before anything could progress, you both stopped because there was a banging noise coming from the door that startled you both.

“You two better not be fucking in there!” a voice screams from the other side of the door.

You and Ten looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of laughter at your coworker’s words.

“Sorry, Jongin!”

#nct fanfic #ten fanfic #ten smut #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct ten fic #nct ten #nct smut

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years ago

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How We Met

here it is, my last fic for rowaelin month! thank you so much to everyone that’s read, liked and commented on my fics, it’s been so much fun reading and writing these last four weeks! i’m glad to know that i’m not the only one that is in dire need of more rowaelin content (srsly, i would pay sjm a truck load of money for a strictly rowaelin book bc i miss them sm)

here’s part 4 for the little series i had going on. i was so tempted to make this an angst piece but held back lol.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

cw: none

1.8k words

enjoy and thank you again!!! :) 💕💕💕💕

Gathering the ingredients for the cake that she and Ophelia were going to make for Rowan, Aelin plopped them down on the kitchen counter and tied her and her six year old daughters hair back. Even in the kitchen light, Ophelia's hair was a vivid shade of silver and when she turned to look at her mother, the golden ring in her eyes were just as bright.

“Up, mama!” Ophelia asked, pointing to the step ladder that Olive made for her little sister in her woodshop class at school. Getting it off from atop the fridge, Aelin and Ophelia started their baking session for today. It wasn't often that Aelin baked cakes from scratch but it wasn't every day that her firstborn turned sixteen—not that Aelin could really comprehend that her Olive was sixteen—but Aelin wanted to do this for her, wanted to make something special.

She hoped that it wasn't going to taste as bad as the last cake she baked. Rowan had been sick afterwards and didn't go to work the next day.

That was five years ago, so surely with gaining wisdom as people said when others got older, her baking skills grew too.

“Where did everyone go?” Ophelia asked, her little tongue poking out as she helped Aelin sift the flour.

“To get dinner for tonight. We're having Ollie's favourite.” Which was cuisine from the Southern Continent, there was a restaurant that specialised in the spicy food, and Aelin couldn't wait—she and Rowan often tried to recreate their favourite recipes, but it was never right, so Olive wanted to have the genuine stuff for her birthday and not her parents shoddy attempts.

Not that Aelin could blame her.

They continued making the chocolate cake, Ophelia babbling on about her day at school, when her little one asked, “How did you and papa meet?”

Aelin blinked at the sudden question, but answered it nevertheless. “At the grocery store.”

Ophelia furrowed her brows, and with the way her nose scrunched up, she looked so much like Rowan that it made her heart sing. When Aelin first realised that she was pregnant, she was nervous, they had only been married for seven months and while they spoke about having a child of their own, she didn't think it would happen so quickly—but Rowan's enthusiasm melted away her fears. She would never forget his tears of joy when she showed him the pregnancy test, his beaming smile when they heard her heartbeat for the first time. Aelin would walk through hell, as long as Rowan was by her side, or waiting for her at the end.

It wasn't always perfect, however, they had their ups and downs like every long-term couple, they had moments where it felt like they were walking on tightrope, either because of their own personal issues or marriage issues, or when Egan was fourteen and completely lashed out at Aelin, accusing her of replacing his mother—but she worked with her son, telling him that she had never intended to do that, that Lyria would always be the woman that brought him into the world, and that Aelin was raising him. Her heart broke in two at his pain, but she understood, he grew up with photos and stories of Lyria.

Or when they had the awkward conversation when Olive was eleven and asked why she didn't look like Rowan, and Aelin had explained her story, about Sam being her biological father, but he had given them space for Rowan to raise her instead. That had lead to brooding silences and confusion, but otherwise, Olive still saw Rowan as her dad, but she did ask from time to time about Sam, what he was like and what he was doing (the last update Aelin received from him via email that his wife was pregnant with their second child. Aelin was so happy for him that he was able to have a family, a feat that was made easier since Arobynn had been dead for years by this point) and that she would like to meet him properly one day; Aelin had kept that to herself, not wanting to tell Sam in case Olive changed her mind—Aelin hoped that she wouldn't.

Overall, their life together was what she needed, she went to bed each night loved and fulfilled. It was better than what she might have had with Chaol all those years ago, she was fairly certain that if she had married him, it wouldn't have been a long marriage.

“How did you meet at the food store?” Ophelia asked, her brow still furrowed as she and Aelin stirred the cake batter. It surprisingly smelled good.

“I needed something from a high shelf,” Aelin said, “and I couldn't reach it. Your papa was only a few feet away from me, so I asked him to get it for me.” She might have also subtly ogled him as his shirt exposed his tanned skin, and Aelin had damned near swooned at the sight of his six pack.

“Did you get married at the food store?”

Aelin laughed at the question. “No, we got married at the beach. And then you arrived not long afterwards.” Sometimes they wanted another, but things financially were going so well that they didn't want to jeopardise that by adding another mouth to feed.

“Can you have another wedding?” Ophelia asked, looking at her mum with wide eyes. “So I can go? Please?”

“I'll talk to your daddy about it, but I like the sound of that.” Kissing her daughters forehead, they continued. Just as they were putting the cake in the oven and the icing mix in the fridge, the front door opened and three booming voices infiltrated the house and the mouth watering goodness of food.

Aelin's eyes widened at the amount of food that Rowan piled on the table. It looked like they were feeding a small army and not a family of five.

Ophelia helped her older brother set the table, Egan ruffing her hair as he recounted their little adventure to the restaurant.

As they sat down, Aelin mentioned Ophelia's request. Rowan pretended to mull it over as their daughter pleaded, giving her best puppy dog eyes. It didn't take for Rowan to relent—he really had trouble saying no to her—saying that a second wedding was a great idea.

Ophelia squealed in delight and squealed even more when food was placed in front of her (she was very much like Aelin in that regard).

“How did the conversation of another wedding start?” Rowan asked as they all started eating.

“Phia here wanted to know how we meet.”

Olive snorted. “Yes, the ever romantic story of meeting in the toilet paper aisle.”

“It was not the toilet paper isle!” Aelin protested. “It was the cereal aisle.”

“At least you kids have inherited my manners,” Rowan said, “your mother didn't even ask nicely. She just came over to me and said, 'You're tall, could you get that box for me?'” It had taken him a moment to realise he had been spoken to, too focused on deciding what box of porridge to get when Aelin showed up, wearing a faded band shirt and shorts, pointing to the box of cereal that had far too much sugar to be healthy. He had said 'yes' because it was the nice thing to do, and had stayed behind, talking to her for so long in the aisle that his vanilla ice cream had started to melt.

It was the best decision in his life back then, he never thought he would have gained a friend in the grocery store—and that the friend would become his wife.

“I have manners. I said, 'Excuse you' first before I told you what I needed.”

“That's not really using manners there, ma,” Egan said, smiling as poked her tongue out. He looked so much like Lyria that it was almost scary—he still loved flowers and plants too, and was currently studying to become a florist and then one day horticulture. The backyard was full of flowers and plants thanks to him, making into a little wonderland instead of the barren plain it used to be.

“I did say 'thank you' afterwards.”

“You said 'thanks',” Rowan interjected, laughing as Aelin threw a chunk of her flatbread at his head. Ophelia's cute laughter rent through the air.

“It's the same thing!”

“If you say so, love,” Rowan muttered, his lips twitching. Aelin rolled her eyes in the dramatic way Rowan was used to, but he saw the mirth behind the movement.

“Like I said Phie, it's very romantic,” Olive said drily, sounding very much like Rowan. She had even inherited his scowl, which she was wearing now as she sniffed at the air. “Is something burning?”

Aelin had never run so fast as she did right then, the kitchen filling with smoke as she took in the blackened cake. Swearing viciously under her breath, Aelin chucked the cake into the bin, apologising to Olive as she did so.

“It's okay, mum, dad got me an ice-cream cake earlier today anyway.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at her husband, who simply gave her an innocent smile in answer.

Rejoining her family, they talked well into the night, helping Aelin to forget her failed baking attempt. Ophelia asked more questions about their time in the grocery store and how that moment lead to friendship, to pining for the other without realising it, to a life together.

And to think, Aelin almost didn't go to the grocery store that day.

Rowan thanked the gods that he had remembered at the last moment that he had no porridge left, otherwise, he might not have met Aelin at all. Might not have had this life, this family. Part of him would always be sad that things had gone so wrong with Lyria, and he would always miss and love her. But he learned in therapy that it was good to have a life, and Rowan was glad that he heeded that advice.

He thanked the gods all the time.

And thank the rutting gods he did right now for the umpteenth time that Aelin deemed him tall enough to get her food for her, to stay in that aisle with him as they got to know each other.

Rowan was a very happy man indeed as he and Aelin went to bed that night, the smiles still on their faces at Olive's unrestrained joy at the sight of the car they spent weeks looking at second-hand dealerships at, hunting for the perfect car for their daughter.

Thank the rutting gods for all those moments in the past, present, and future.

Rowan couldn't wait to marry her again, and neither could Aelin.

Life was good.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work #thank u!!

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celestie0 · 9 months ago

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that drabble was OH SO CUTE!!!! I AUDIBLY went “awww 🥺” when gojo brought her the cat, it was exactly as adorable as I pictured it would be. and him comforting her bc he “messed up” was so sweet. he’s an idiot but he’s trying and he wants so badly to get it right with her :’((( that line about him wanting to get at least one thing right even if messes up like ten times made me swoon, we love an honest but dedicated man 😭❤️ thanks for feeding us once again, take care queen!!

AW THANKS SO MUCHH my dear this is too sweet :””) picturing gojo w a tiny kitten was so cute idk i feel like he’s one of those dads that says they dont want a cat but then fall in love with it LOL

aw i know he is trying his best 😭 i keep telling myself i wont make the drabbles angsty on any way but damn the feels be sneaking up on me xD i think one of the sweetest things in a relationship is when a guy just tries to be better evn when their partner is maybe being a little difficult? i stand by kickoff reader bc he put her through a lot, whether intentional or not, but i think even if gojo doesnt really know what he’s doing at times, the fact he keeps trying shows that he’s in it for the long haul

sorry i didn’t mean to go into soliloquy there LOL my bad but YOURE SO SWEET FOR THIS ASK I JUST WANNA EAT YOU!! you take care as well my love!!!

#kickoff #kickoff drabble no2 #asks #anon

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osakaso5 · 3 years ago

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Toma Inumaru Marie Mariage Rabbit Chat Part 2: Toma And Puppies

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Hello. Thank you for joining us for that zoo shoot earlier!

Toma: Hello, Takanashi-san!

Toma: I'm the one who should thank you. I had lots of fun!

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: Those puppies from the petting zoo segment absolutely loved you..! It was very wholesome to see!

Toma: I didn't think they'd swarm me, of all people!

Toma: Tora couldn't understand why they'd choose me over him, lol

Tsumugi: The tiger cub seemed to like him, though!

Toma: Yeah, that was really something!

Toma: As funny as it was to see him feeding it milk with that smug grin on his face, it did look completely relaxed in his arms.

Toma: Maybe Tora's secretly really good at handling animals?

Tsumugi: Isumi-san took lots of pictures of him, because it was such a "rare sight"!

Tsumugi: The cub's relucatance to separate from Mido-san was also very cute...

Toma: Those things really know how to tug at your heartstrings. Almost makes you feel bad for having to leave them.

Tsumugi: True..!

Tsumugi: It was really soothing to watch you all play with the animals..!

Tsumugi:

Toma: Soothing, huh...

Toma: Feels a little weird to be told that, but I'm guessing it's a good thing?

Tsumugi: Of course! It's sure to make your fans swoon!

Toma: Swoon? lol

Tsumugi: Still, I suppose it's a bit unusual for ŹOOĻ to take part in a project like this..!

Toma: Yeah, I suppose. We've been getting lots of variety shows lately. All kinds of jobs we used to not do.

Toma: We're doing this shoot for a bridal magazine, and that's a completely new experience for us too.

Tsumugi: The same one IDOLiSH7 did a bridal shoot for? Utsugi-san told me all about it!

Toma: That's the one!

Toma: I've never had pictures like that taken before, so I'm kinda lost, truth be told.

Toma: What kind of vibe do you think I should go for, Takanashi-san?

Tsumugi: Let's see...

Choices/outcomes:

1. A cheerful vibe.

Toma: I'm guessing you mean something like Riku. I dunno if I can pull off that type of dazzling smile...

2. A cool vibe.

Toma: Does that mean I should come off as just a little bit cold? If I think too hard about it, it might not work out...

3. Just do what comes naturally.

Toma: Yeah, I might come out with better pictures if I don't try too hard to do anything special.

Tsumugi: Personally, I think your fans will be happy with whatever you do..!

Toma: You think so?

Toma: People often tell me that my eyes make me look scary, so I'm kinda worried.

Tsumugi: Really?

Tsumugi: The impression I got from you at the zoo was that you're very gentle!

Toma: Gentle? Did I really look that way to you?

Tsumugi: Yes! Even the zookeepers said that your smile was probably what kept all those puppies at ease!

Tsumugi:

Toma: Seriously?

Toma: I'm really happy to hear that!

Tsumugi: I'm sure your bridal photos will be just as nice!

Toma: Thank you!

Toma: I'm starting to feel pretty good about this!

Tsumugi:

#idolish7 #toma inumaru #marie mariage #translation #zool #rabbit chat

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bunni-bino · 4 years ago

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Could I request fluffy headcanons of Sanji with a blind s/o? The man needs some love after whole cake island 🥺

Sanji With A Blind S/O

A/n : anon, I love you. Thank you for requesting! :)) especially for requesting for Sanji- 🥺💙 he deserves the whole world after everything.

Summary : Just sweet headcannons for life with Sanji with a blind significant other.

note : I reallyyy wanted to make this a scenario but I have too many ideas for it and it’s too hard to choose just one ;-;

Also, some reallyyyyy long headcannons. And I tried to keep it GN! But some female gender is hinted in it :/ I’m sorry.

Also, I couldn’t help but add the general straw hats reaction and interaction with you before Sanji, it’s just extra writing and how they would treat you so it’s really nothing lol.

General Straw Hats

So you’re blind. The crew was pretty surprised when they first met you, but after seeing how skillful you were despite your handicap, they were just in awe and Luffy decided to recruit you.

Now that you were on the ship and joined them on their adventures, the crew were pretty careful and kept an eye on you, even if you managed to handle yourself through your daily life.

Nami and Robin would guide you and help you to the showers and to get a change of clothes for you,

while Usopp, Chopper and Brook did their best to aid you themselves with other tasks, like leading you to the kitchen or to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anything or hurt yourself somehow.

The crew didn’t trust Zoro and Luffy for obvious reasons, knowing how reckless they can be, while Franky was a giant cyborg. Part of the girls were concerned that he’d unintentionally hurt you somehow.

They’re much aware of how strong you are but sometimes they can’t help but aid you with your disability, they care about you after all.

With Sanji

Man, did Sanji adore you.

Even though you were blind, he treated you like every other person and still swooned and adored you every second he laid eyes on you.

He would always be by your side though, constantly there to aid you if the others weren’t around and made sure you were comfortable and had what you needed. If you needed anything at all, Sanji was there to grab it for you within seconds.

Bonding and spending so much time with you, Sanji began to grow feelings. You would opt to stay in the kitchen while Sanji cooked, getting to talk and know about him since there wasn’t much else you could do.

If you were willing to listen, aside from personal stories and such, Sanji would explain every detail of his cooking process for what he was making for lunch/dinner that day.

He’ll make sure the aroma fills the room so you can get a sense of the delicious smell and let you try his cooking first, feeding you himself.

“Say, Ah, [Name]-chan!” When you open your mouth and lean forward to take the bite, you would pull back and chew on it, your eyes staring straight at the wall in front of you, before smiling at how delicious it was.

The cute action would melt Sanji’s heart instantly, and he’ll be so in love.

You would realize that you’re in love with the cook before Sanji does, because once you hear his voice or sense his footsteps, your mood immediately brightens and you’re having a great day.

You’d always find yourself smiling in his presence, just him talking about anything would get your happiness levels rising, loving to be near him and listen to him.

However, there are very few and rare times where Sanji thinks he’s being sly and careful, especially when you’re in the shower.

Usually, Robin or Nami would be on guard, or even Chopper while you’re showering or taking a bath, to prevent any of the boys from looking in and taking advantage of your blindness.

Sanji is still a bit of a pervert so he would try to sneak in when the girls aren’t around and Chopper is easy to be distracted so it wasn’t hard.

However, blindness came with heightened senses, so you already knew who was coming up due to his footsteps. “Sanji? I know you’re there.”

Sanji would end up tripping over his own two feet, not having expected that you would find out so easily and quickly stand up, turning away from you as he holds a hand to his blood-leaking nose. “[N-Name]-Chan!-“

You only chuckle at him and already knowing he was respecting your privacy and wasn’t looking, you stand up and wrap a towel around yourself to dry off before putting on your clothes. “I’m disappointed in you, Sanji.” You would click your tongue and tsk him teasingly as you made your way out carefully.

Sanji would feel his nose bleed gush out harder at you as you walk past him and he might even pass out.

Aside from that, Sanji would still spend so much time with you, taking you with him as you explore new islands and he’ll take you out to different places that you might be interested in, explaining everything in detail about the island and what there is to see.

He’ll have your arm hooked in his so you don’t get lost, maybe even try to slip into a hand-hold, intertwined fingers even, but would be too nervous to. So when you initiate it, he’ll explode inside, his heart bursting at how innocent and cute you are.

Now, if you’re in public and people are staring at you because they either, notice you wearing sunglasses to hide your eyes even though the weather may not particularly ask for it, or if you aren’t wearing any and people can just see the whites of your eyes, Sanji is on their ass immediately.

Sanji would go to great lengths to make sure you aren’t hurt from their words, whether they’re trying to be secretive about it or not.

“Look at them, they’re eyes are completely white!”

“Why are they blind?”

“Must suck to not be able to see anything.”

They’re words are blunt and a bit harsh. It doesn’t matter if you don’t care about their pitiful looks or harsh comments, Sanji is there to defend you.

“What did you say? I’d appreciate if you didn’t insult them so casually like that.” If they continue to be ignorant and rude to you, he’s kicking them to another island.

“Sanji, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” You assure him, not wanting to cause any trouble but Sanji only frowns. “But, [Name]-chan. They’re saying hurtful things and-“

“It’s okay! I have you with me, and your kindness overpowers their rudeness.” You smile at him, despite not looking directly at him.

Sanji would feel his heart fill with warmth as he gives his own smile and nods. “I see.” And he’ll hold your hand himself and lead you away from the public.

It’s only when you two are up all night talking one day, does he realize that he’s in love with you. You were in the kitchen, sitting across from each other and sharing a cup of tea as you shared small stories.

While you were sharing your own story and was turned to face him directly, Sanji would get lost and distracted, just staring at you.

He’ll smile and admire your face for a brief moment, taking in all your beautiful features before settling onto your eyes.

Even though they were just the whites of your eyes, he could see the glassy like look, and just imagines to himself what you would look like with an eye color. And what eye color you might have or may match you well.

He wouldn’t even notice you had stopped talking until you gently search and reach for his hand. “Sanji?..”

“Ah, sorry [Name]-chan. I got distracted looking at your beautiful face.” He smoothly compliments, seeing your cheeks warm just slightly at it as you brush him off.

After all, you couldn’t tell how beautiful you were, since you couldn’t look in the mirror. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sanji.” Sanji just smiles wider at you and chuckles. “I’m not, I mean it, [Name]-chan. You look stunning.”

Your heart swells with love and warmth and you smile at him, holding his hand tightly as you two decide to turn in for the rest of the night.

“Sanji?” You call out softly one day, while you were both in the kitchen. Sanji hums in response, showing that he was there and listening. “Can.. I touch you?..”

Sanji would be a bit taken back, before nodding slowly, forgetting you couldn’t see. “I-Oh, of course, [Name]-chan.. may I ask why?”

You smile gently as you listen to him make his way over to you, sitting beside you and tapped your hands to signal he was there.

Carefully reaching up to grab his face, making it to his shoulders and slowly moved up to his neck and then felt his skin, finally approaching his face and felt it carefully.

“I wanted to get an image of you.” You say simply, smiling more when you felt his eye, his mouth that you knew was curled into a smile, and even his little swirly eyebrow.

“Can you tell me your hair and eye color?” As you asked that, you feel his hair on the right side of his face which covered his eye and smile more, gently brush it with your fingers.

“My hair is blonde, and my eyes are black.” He answers softly, feeling the gentleness of your fingers against his skin and relaxed at your touch.

When you finally pull away, you couldn’t help the small giggle escaping your lips. “You sure are handsome.”

Sanji would feel his heart explode in his chest, his cheeks warming as he chuckles a bit. “[Name]-chan!~” he swoons, in love already. You may be blind, but he trusted your instincts and hearing such a compliment from you made his heart warm.

When Sanji finally confesses to you after realizing his feelings, it’s late at night. He’s holding your hand and brings you outside where the only light is the moon and it shines down on you.

“Sanji. What are we doing out here? It’s late isn’t it?” Sanji only smiles at your innocence and soft voice, as he cups your cheeks gently and turns you so you face right at him, even though you couldn’t see him.

“[Name]-chan..” He start out slowly, watching you tilt your head upwards to him and had the purest expression on your face. You could sense his small nervousness, him taking small breaths to relax himself.

“After spending so much time together, I’ve come to realize just how much I love with you..” your eyes widen when you realize it’s turning into a confession, you feeling your heart beat picking up and you could sense his was as well.

“I love your smile, I love your voice, I love how kind you are, I love how you don’t let anyone put you down, despite your handicap..” he continues on and on, making you chuckle slightly as he does the same and stops himself before he continues further.

“I’m in love with you, [Name]-chan. Will you be mine?..” you could tell how nervous he was, and although you couldn’t see nothing but darkness, you could only imagine how red his cheeks were as he cupped yours, yours warming up at his words.

“Of course, Sanji. I’m in love with you as well.” You admit, smiling warmly.

“My day brightens when I hear your voice. I become so happy when I hear your footsteps, because I know you’re coming to check on me. You defend me from people who comment on my disability, you’re amazingly strong and protect me from harm during battle, you compliment me every chance you get, you make sure I never feel left out and explain to me everything you guys see so I’m not alone.. you make me feel loved, like I belong.”

Feeling his heart melt at your words and how hot his cheeks were feeling, he only smiles more and grins almost. “Of course you belong.” He then bites his lip as he leans close to you slowly. “..may I?” He respectfully asks, waiting for your approval and permission.

Already knowing what he wanted, you smile shyly and nod. With that, Sanji leans closer and closed his eyes, connecting his lips with yours as he entraps you into a kiss. It was short, but filled with sweet passion.

After Sanji pulls away, he caressed your cheek gently and brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, watching the moonlight shine beautifully down onto your figure.

“I love you, Sanji.”

“I love you, [Name]-chan.”

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a/n : boy were those some long headcannons.. hope you enjoyed! :D these were more general but nonetheless, I still wrote it and I like it soo.. I hope you do too.

This is late at night so if there is any mistakes, let me know.

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece headcannons

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miiiiiigz · 3 years ago

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Your recent Aizawa sketch lives rent free in my head. Every time I get it on my feed and scroll by I swoon like I'm 14 (note: I am no where near 14 anymore lol).

You draw him so well!! I just, I can't 😫😫😭😭 thank you for sharing your gift and blessing us thirsty aizawa simps with pure hydration. ❤

He lives in all our heads rent free. Thank you Anon!!!

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dragonfiremage · 5 years ago

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Destiny - Chapter Two

Author’s Note: First off, thank you so much for the wonderful likes, reblogs, and interest in this story. I honestly didn’t think much of it when I wrote this and published it on Tumblr. This was just in head bothering me and I needed to write it down. So I’m glad some of you are enjoying it!

Some of you have asked to be in a taglist, and to be honest, I really don’t know how to make one? LOL I stopped using Tumblr like five years ago and this is kinda new to me again so if you’re interested in a taglist and can message me on how to create one, please do so!

Again, please let me know what you think. I tried editing this as best as I could so if you see anything off, please let me know :)

Enjoy! <3 <3

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Sneering, you whisper lowly, "Don't you dare use your fire on me."

Zuko eyes were fixed on the horizon, his hold on the ostrich horse's reins tighten slightly as he could feel his Uncle start to lean toward one side, a tell-tale sign that he was starting to drift asleep.They've been traveling all day, making their way towards the Misty Palms Oasis, but the sudden attack from the Rough Rhinos had set them back a couple of hours.

As the continued on their trek, Zuko started to wonder why they were going to the Misty Palms Oasis in the first place, but his Uncle had insisted. When pressing him further, all he got was some meaningless metaphor, that he was pretty sure that his Uncle made up on the spot, and some tea advice.

The skies were starting to darken, the temperature cooling down significantly as well. Zuko looked above him at the vast expanse of the sky, the stars starting to twinkle even more.

Zuko grunts in reply, nodding his head towards a village ahead before urgijg the ostrich horse to pick up some speed. “No - I think we still have a day and half’s worth of journey by the looks of it. We need to set up camp and get some more food.”

Scanning the horizon once again, Zuko's gaze lands on some twinkling lights from a nearby village and he nudges his Uncle awake. Iroh jerks suddenly and clears his throat as if to cover the fact he was snoring just a second ago.

“Are we at the Misty Palms already?” Iroh asks.

Iroh perked up at the idea of food. “Food sounds delicious right now. I could really go for some tea right now too. And music!"

Zuko grumbled, Ugh, what now? I just want some peace and quiet. Why is it never JUST peace and quiet...

Zuko nodded in agreement. They’ve been traveling all day under the hot sun and some needed refreshments to cool off sounded nice. The thought of an actual bed and some real food had him urging the ostrich horse to go faster. He was tired of scavenging desert critters for food. As they got closer to the village, both Zuko and Iroh were surprised to see a crowd of people entering the village. The sound of music and cheers also started to become louder.

They tie up their ostrich horse at nearby barn where they paid for extra feed for the poor ostrich horse. As soon as the animal was in the barn, it collapsed out of exhaustion and Zuko was glad that he could at least give the poor beast some rest. He hesitated...Did he just get sentimental over an ostrich horse?

“Come on, Zuko. There seems to be an event going on in the village. From what I smell, there seems to be lots of tasty food as well.” Iroh wore a warm smile on his face as he rubbed his round belly in hunger. Zuko’s own stomach grumbled as if on cue, and he placed a hand over it. He looks at his uncle with a sharp nod.

“Ok, uncle. But we should also find a place to stay for the night.”

A group of kids ran past him, making him stumble towards a vendor who was selling hats. “Hey watch it! You’re going to flatten my them!”

Iroh nods and turns to the village entrance where Zuko could see kids and other villagers happily run around. As they walk through the market, the sights of roasted pig chickens, roasted ducks, and much to Zuko’s disgust, roasted scorpions and beetles were also everywhere. He looked warily at the roasted critters and shivered in disgust. His Uncle, however, was happily munching away on anything he could put his hands on. The music was lively and it made Zuko almost miss home - the festivals that he used to go to, the markets that he and his Mom would visit…

“Sorry..”

The vendor glares at Zuko and shakes his head, pointing at the kids that had just ran past, “The event must be starting soon.”

The vendor’s glare deepened, if that was possible. He waved a hat at their faces, “You guys foreigners or somethin’? This event is FAMOUS around these parts. Fighters from neighboring villagers train all year for this. On the second Tuesday of every month during this time of the year, these fighters go head to head at a chance to win the winning pot. Only catch is…no bending! It makes it more of even playing field, if you will. It's what we call entertainment around here. Tonight is the preliminaries so there should be lots of entertainment!”

Zuko raises a curious brow. That definitely piqued his Uncle's interest. “Event?”

Zuko nods and thanks the vendor. Iroh looks at Zuko with excitement, his hands up in a fighting stance. “We should watch a couple of matches while we’re here, nephew. Participating in other cultures opens your mind to new opportunities and learnings!”

Zuko couldn’t help but chuckle. "Let's go and watch then. But only a couple!... since we need to find a place tonight if we want to leave early tomorrow."

Iroh nods in response, a gleeful expression on his face as he points at a crowd going to a large tent just outside of the market.

Zuko would never admit it to his Uncle, but he was actually excited. It would be good to watch some entertainment. It would be a nice change of pace - traveling all day and all night, seeing nothing but sky and sand was becoming mundane. There had been already countless nights where he would just stare up at the night sky and watch the stars for entertainment. Watching sweaty people beat up each other sounded entertaining.

The first few matches were boring, much to Zuko’s disappointment. It was either a quick match where one of the fighters would just overpower the other in strength or size, or it would drag on until the one of them collapsed in exhaustion. He thought about how easily he could defeat these any of these fighters with swing of fire bending, but then remembered that it wasn’t allowed. He grunted and crossed his arms, he thought this was going to be more exciting but all he was doing was sitting with a bunch of sweaty men who had been working under the hot sun all day.

“Let’s go.”

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The lights dimmed and the crowded began to murmur in excitement. Zuko looks around, curious at the added drama effects.

“Alright folks! This should be a good one. Introducing…your last year’s champion - the Blue Dragon!”

The lights dimmed and the crowded began to murmur in excitement. Zuko looks around, curious at the added drama effects.

From one end of the ring, a figure appeared and walked up to the stage, a blue dragon mask covering the fighter’s face. When the figure came into view, the crowd went wild. There were hoots and whistles all around the crowd, while others clapped.

“And the formidable opponent - the Striking Scorpion!”

The crowd becomes even wilder. Zuko sees more commotion at the front and notices people doubling their bets with coins. A crowd of women at the front all swooned and fanned themselves as the Striking Scorpio flexed his arms to them, his white shirt straining against the muscles. Zuko rolls his eyes and looks over at the other fighter again, who was a lot calmer and stiller than the opponent.

“I guess he’s the fan favorite?” Iroh whispers to Zuko who just nods in agreement. Zuko became more intrigued, this was the first fighter who wore a mask on stage and he wondered why. He strained his neck to get a good look at the him, but was completely blocked when the announcer brought out the next fighter which brought more people to their feet.

“Wait…she’s the reining champion!? How in the hog monkeys is she going to win? The Striking Scorpion’s biceps is twice as big as her head! She has no chance.” The men in front of him shook their heads while they expressed their disbelief, continuing to dismiss the Blue Dragon.

Zuko’s eyes snapped back to look at the fighter. Wait...She?! How did he miss that?

Under the twinkling lets of the tent, he could faintly see her but he could definitely tell that the Blue Dragon was girl. Zuko pursed his lips. Even though she was the champion, she was a lot smaller than the Scorpion. Though if Zuko knew anything, it was to never underestimate your opponent. After all, he did get beat by the young Avatar.

Suddenly, he was very interested in watching this match, his back stiffer as he sat back down. He looked over at Iroh who appeared to be swooning a lady to his right who was laughing and nodding at everything he was saying. His uncle can be such a ladies man.

Zuko shook his head in exasperation and took a bite from his roasted pig chicken skewer, his gaze going back to the stage as the two fighters took their position as they stood on opposite sides of the ring.

The two fighters faced each other, the Blue Dragon bowing in respect before going into a fighting stance. Immediately, Zuko takes note of the her stance. It was very similar to stance for fire-bending. The squared shoulders, strong footing. Zuko’s eyes narrow even more as he wonders if this fighter was a fire-bender.

Interesting.

The bell goes off and the Scorpion wastes no time by leaping high into the air with his arm drawn back, using his weight and gravity to land a hard hitting punch down to the ground where the Blue Dragon stood. Immediately, the fighters were surrounded by smoke and debris, not clear to the crowd if the Scorpion had indeed landed his punch.

"Told ya the Blue Dragon didn't stand a chance!” The men in front of Zuko chortled with amusement as his friend smacks his own forehead in defeat.

"Yay the Scorpion!!” Suddenly someone in the crowd yelled in victory and then the crowd erupted with cheers. It soon faded, however, when the dust settled, and crowd gasps in disbelief when they realize there was nothing there. Zuko’s brows raise in question. The Blue Dragon wasn’t there! Not even a body laid on the ground, unconscious.

The Scorpion ignores it and continues to shake his hands together in victory before flexing for the crowd of women at the front who all swooned. The crowd became surprisingly quiet, murmuring to each other about the Blue Dragon’s short demise.

The crowd gasps again and points towards the corner edge of the ring. She had managed to avoid the punch altogether and was now just sitting on the ring's outer railing as if she had been there the whole time.

"You're slow for someone who's supposed to be striking."

Zuko choked on his piece of roasted pig chicken meat. How did she escape that?

“What in the hogmonkeys?!" The scorpion screeches. "Nobody avoids the Striking Scorpion!” The opponent ran towards the Blue Dragon as she took her stance again and when Striking Scorpion lunged forward, this time the Blue Dragon didn’t avoid it but remained rooted in her spot. When he got near, she shifted her foot to the left and she evaded his right hook. She dropped low and delivered an uppercut to the scorpion's ribcage.

It must have been some punch because now the scorpion was stumbling back and heaving, as if out of breath. He snarled at her, frustrated, and lunged at her again, his arm extending to deliver a punch. She ducked under his arm, grabbing it before spinning to get behind him and pinning his arm to his back. She used her momentum and her weight to let fall forward, bringing the Scorpion down as he lands face first onto the ground with one hand pinned behind him.

The Scorpion groaned and yelped, trying to strike at her while pinned. He swung his free arm around, trying to grab at her and she was straining to hold him back properly. He managed to grab her arm and tugged, throwing her off a balance and making her roll forward.

The Blue Dragon took an offensive and lunged forward. Before the Scorpion could even stand on both feet, an uppercut to his jaw sent him stumbling backwards and the crowd cheers.

The Scorpion growls, fuming at her. With renewed strength, he ran forward again, but this time, he seemed more tactical now that he realized that his opponent was playing smart. The Scorpion threw a right hook like last time, and just as he expected, the Blue Dragon shifted her weight so as to shuffle to the left, but the Scorpion quickly readjusted and swings his arm for a right hook.

The Scorpion snarls at her. “You! No one gets to push me to ground."

The crowd gasps as his fist lands across the cheek and she stumbled backwards, fall to one knee. The impact caused a crack on her mask and the Scorpion grins toothily.

She barely had time to roll from her kneeling position to move before he was lunging at her again. She rolled to the side, evading a kick and flipping back to avoid another kick. It was like for few seconds - the Scorpion would continue to deliver blow after blow while the Blue Dragon continued to evade it. Zuko could feel the end of the match coming. One wrong footing, one miscalculation, and she could be off the ring.

"Let's take a look at behind the mask!"

Before she could flip out of the way again however, the Scorpion managed to grab hold of her foot and pulled hard. She stumbled forward right into another hook. Zuko grimaced when he heard the contact, but gasped when the crack on the mask deepened until it cracked all the way and split. The pieces falling to the ground with a clack.

Zuko's eyes travels from the blue mask on the ground and then upwards, finally getting a look at the Blue Dragon’s face. And when he did, his eyes widens. A pair of amber eyes, just like his, gleamed under the lights of the tent. Those eyes…they were so familiar. He shook from his stupor. That was stupid. Just because she has eyes like his doesn't mean she was from fire nation or that he knew her.

The crowd goes silent.

But it was the slight curl of your lips and the small dimple on the right cheek that had him go rigid next to Iroh. An image of a young servant girl grinning over a fruit pastry covered in flour flashes behind his eyes and he blinks back.

His Uncle must felt his change because Iroh whispers, “Is everything ok?"

Zuko shakes his head. It couldn't be. "She look familiar to you Uncle?"

Iroh's gaze move from him to the now unmasked fighter. He strokes his beard, deep in thought. "Hmmm…she looks like a regular fighter to me!" Iroh laughs after some thought, but paused. "Though, her stance and movement is very similar to a fire bender. That might just be a coincidence, no?"

Zuko's eyes narrows, he could tell Iroh knew something by the slight twinkle in his uncle’s eyes before dismissing it as a trick of light and returns his gaze back to the fighter. The prince couldn’t shake off this feeling though, like he knew her. It didn’t add up though, why would you be in the Earth Kingdom? The last time he heard of you, you were sent off to another palace to serve a high ranking general. He crossed his arms, deep in thought.

He sees your grit your teeth, snarling at the Scorpion who was laughing and lapping up all the cheers from the crowd.

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No, no, no, noooo! My mask...

The Scorpion was starting to make you mad. That mask took weeks to put together! "That was my favorite mask, you bozo! And now, you're going to pay."

You run towards the Scorpion, and at the last second, you duck and spin to the right to avoid his jab and you deliver a blow right under his left ribcage, mirroring the one you delivered earlier.

The Scorpion huffs and gasps for air. He barely had time to avoid a kick before he scrambled away from your quick advances.

Your opponent took a misstep as he stumbled backwards, giving you the opportunity to shuffle to your right and swing your arm for a right hook. You manage to connect your fist to his jaw as falls backwards at the impact, falling to the floor with a groan. Smirking at your small victory, and as you scan the crowd, your eyes connect to pair of amber eyes like your own, his left eye surrounded by a scar. His eyes seem to shine under the lights and it roots you to your spot. The noise of the crowd disappears and it feels like your breath is stuck in your throat.

It was him.

No one else has amber eyes that fierce with a scar like that. You knew of only one person who fit that description.

Zuko.

You couldn’t rip your eyes away from his, the sound of the crowd fading as you stood frozen on the ring as you stared at each other. Zuko had grown a lot from the young boy you used to know. His looks had matured and the scowl in his face was enough to tell you that things have definitely changed. But you couldn’t see passed the boy prince you used to know...the innocence in his eyes, the carefree way he would laugh. But this wasn’t him. He was different.

The Scorpion uses your hesitance to lunge forward again, swinging for a right hook. It catches you off guard and you react too late. You could see Zuko’s eyes widen right before you saw stars. The hit makes you stumble backwards, the sound of the crowd coming back as as you taste the familiar copper tang coating your mouth.

No more distractions.

Wiping the blood that dribbled down your chin with the back of your hand, you narrowed your eyes at the Scorpion who was grinning smugly.

You both lunge at each other at the same time, and at the last second, you notice that his cloth belt had become loose sometime during the fine. A smirk tugged at your lips and with a shuffle to the left and a duck to miss a swing, you did a quick maneuver with his belt and you were able to pull it free from its loops. You grabbed his wrists and spun to move behind him, tying his wrists together and pushing him forward towards the edge of the ring, letting gravity do the rest of the work.

Without the Scorpion’s belt holding up his pants, it dropped to his ankles, and with his momentum pulling him forward, he steps on his on one of his loose pant leg and trips. Unable to steady himself without the aid of his hands, the Scorpion tumbles straight over the ring’s edge and falls over, disqualified.

You smirk as the crowd erupts in laughter and cheers, some coins being thrown your way. You pick up your broken mask on the way down the steps, but not before catching his eyes again.

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It had to be you. When their eyes met briefly, it was as if Zuko was transported back to when he first met you - in the kitchens with you covered in flour. You still had that annoying sideways grin that you had when you were both younger, framed by the small dimple on your right cheek.

And now, Zuko was unable to tear his eyes away from you. He reels back at the stark contrast between that eight year old servant girl that he used to know and the girl he sees in the arena. Here you were now, standing your ground against a man twice as big as you.

He knew that you knew that it was him. The stare down made it obvious…otherwise, you wouldn’t have hesitated like that and moved out of the way before getting punched in the face. He actually felt bad for that.

But the way you quickly out-maneuvered the Scorpion, using nothing but a cloth belt and momentum to win the fight made him oddly proud, the feeling swelling in his chest. You were a fighter, that much he could tell.

But question started racing through his mind.

Why were you here? Why were you fighting? Did you leave the Fire Nation on your own? What happened to your family?

“You look deep in thought, nephew.”

Iroh’s low voice cut through Zuko’s brooding. Zuko sighed before replying, “I…I can’t be sure, but I think that fighter - the Blue Dragon - I think I know her. Her mother used to be my mother’s right hand maid so I would see her at the palace from time to time. But..I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since I was eight...”

He looked over at his uncle who watched as you leave the arena. “I remember your friend. I remember meeting a sweet little servant girl before I left for Ba Sing Se. She invited us for her tea party, if I remember correctly. Why don’t we stop by after and say hello?"

Zuko looks over at the arena again, just as you leave the main stage and enter a separate tent that he assumed to house all the fighters. The rest of the night was dull compared to your fight, and especially since Zuko couldn’t sit still. His thought kept going over his childhood memories, straining to remember anything he might have missed that would indicate why you were here.

Did you defect and become an enemy of the Fire Nation? Or did you just abandon your home to live here?

Or maybe you just...vacationing here…? Zuko shook his head, that would just be ridiculous.

Whatever it was, he was going to find out.

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Tonight’s matches were finally over and you sigh with relief at the the thought of finally going home and getting some rest. Your stomach grumbles loudly and you silently hope to the Spirits that a few vendors were still open. Some meat skewers sounded amazing right now.

As you start to unravel your wraps, you glance up just as the Scorpion enters the tent and make eye contact with you before glaring and grumbling as he walk away, embarrassed at being bested by a belt.

As you unravel the cloth, you could already start to feel the soreness already and you already started seeing the bruises blooming over parts of your wrists and all over your knuckles. A nice warm bath would do wonders right -

"(Yn)!"

Just as you were finishing unraveling the last bit of cloth, you hear your name, your real name, and you stiffen. Feigning deafness you continue to haphazardly unravel the cloth, your gaze to the floor. If you don’t see him, he doesn’t see you, you amusedly thought.

A shadow looms behind you and, with a defeated sigh, you turn with an irritated tick on your brow. It took all your willpower not to squeal when you realize how much closer Zuko actually was to you. His stare was intense, holding so much heat that your couldn't help but turn away.

You shrugs nonchalantly and turning back to your wraps as you removed the rest before proceeding to stuff it down your small bag. “I think you got the wrong person. My name isn’t (YN).”

“What’s your name then?” Zuko asks, quickly losing his patience. He felt anger bubbling inside him, getting hotter and hotter as each second passed. He knew you were lying.

Zuko releases a low growl, now even more impatient and angry. His eyes narrowing dangerously as he start to feel the familiar heat in his palm igniting slightly. "Answer my question!"

You pack the rest of your stuff away in a small bag before swinging it over your shoulders. You reply curtly, "I will if you ask me nicely."

A defeated sigh came that didn’t come from Zuko catches your attention as you turn and look past the fuming Prince to see a familiar face. Your glare morphs into a puzzled look before a smile breaking across your face.

"Iroh?"

Zuko turns to his uncle, confused. He forgot you knew his uncle, it’s been so long. Zuko's eyes flits between you and his Uncle squinted at you before his eyes widen with recognition as a smile tugs at his Uncle’s mouth.

"(Yn)! " You walk pass by Zuko, completely disregarding him and wrap your arms around the former general, who just laughs warmly and pats your back. He moves away to take a better look at you, “It’s been so long. You’ve gotten so big! And, dare I say, more beautiful than I remember?”

You laugh, the carefree sound has Zuko’s chest tightening.

Zuko’s rant was cut short when you lean over and flick his forehead, the impact causing a slight sting that makes Zuko hiss. "Can you stop acting like a brat? I said if you asked nicely I would give you my name. But you don't get to talk to me like that and expect something from me."

But as Iroh and you continued to catch up, Zuko’s anger bubbles over and he lets out a angry huff, crossing his arms across his chest. He was close to hitting his head on the wall out of frustration. “You know, you could just have just that was your name instead of ignoring my question. How dare you ignore -"

“So what brings you guys to the middle of nowhere?” You move towards the tent’s exit, Iroh falling in step to your right as Zuko glared at both of your backs, both of you continuing to ignore him as if he wasn’t there. He could feel the anger stirring inside him and he took several deep breaths to calm down.

Glaring, you look back at Iroh who has an amused smile on his face. His gentle demeanor calms you a little, especially with Zuko’s temper flaring wildly.

Begrudgingly, Zuko followed the two of you out of the tent where you and Iroh were still deep in conversation as you head walk towards the direction of the market. “We are on our way to the Misty Palms Oasis. I think I know someone there who can help us with our journey.”

Zuko immediately quieted, Iroh never mentioned that to him before. Why did he say that now, especially in front of you?

Nodding your head, “That’s at least another day’s worth of journey. I hope you get some good food and ample rest tonight.”

Iroh nudges your arm gently and your attention returns back to him. “Which reminds me… (YN), what are you doing in the middle of nowhere?”

You glance behind you, your eyes meeting Zuko’s briefly and he feels his heart jump slightly and he immediately hates the feeling which only adds to his scowl.

Zuko perks up, noting the slight falter in your steps and the way your back stiffens for a brief second. He narrowed his eyes. Were you hiding something?

Instead of directly answering Iroh, however, you pause mid-step, and turn to face them both. With a strained smile, you offer, “If you guys don’t have a place to stay for the night, my place is just down the street. It’s a bit small, but there should be enough room for all of us. I can make us some food? I’m starving..”

Iroh smiles warmly at you before turning to address Zuko. “I’m sure we don’t mind, right nephew?”

Before Zuko could interject and point out the obvious way you deflected his Uncle’s question, you dug into your small bag, smiling when you find what you were looking for. It’s been so long since you've seen Iroh and the last time you saw him, he taught you how to play his favorite game.

You opened your palm out to Iroh, whose brows rose with surprise. There in the middle of your palm was a small, wooden Lotus tile. “And then perhaps, after dinner, we can play some Pai Sho?”

Iroh laughs, his hand on his belly. "Let's see if you've gotten any better since the last time we played.”

You know Pai Sho? …’Since the last time’ what did that mean?! Was Iroh hiding something from him? Zuko looks back and forth between you and Iroh, confused before throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Hold up. I don’t see you or hear from you for over five years and we're all going to pretend that everything’s ok and that we’re all friends?! Why does it seem like you guys are hiding something from me? Nothing is making sense and both of you are just ignoring me!” Zuko’s eyes flash, his jaw clenching when he saw his uncle look at him with exasperation, eyes pleading him to calm down.

You sharply turn to face Zuko, your eyes narrowing and, immediately, Zuko shrinks back under your gaze. “You need to keep your anger in check. You’re being utterly insufferable right now, and I can’t deal with it. Either calm down or take a walk.”

Behind you, Iroh tries to keep his amusement down. No one had every stood up to Zuko the way you just did. Everyone else was just too afraid to make his nephew more hot angry so they usually just give in to whatever request he has, but you had met him straight on without even flinching. This should get interesting.

Calm down?!

Zuko growled - that was the last straw! He's had enough of being treated this way, his anger finally simmering over. How dare you treat him like that?! You have some nerve to talk down to the prince and for this, you needed to taught a lesson in showing respect. He felt the heat in his body rise as licks of flame started to come alive in his palm.

“Agh! I’ve had enough of you!” Zuko draws his hand outward his hand, his palm open and ready to shoot a ball of fire. But right as he felt the fire ignite from the palm of his hand, you lunge forward and enclose your hand tightly over his. You felt the heat radiate from his palm, his fire mingling with yours as you cover his hand to smother it. Zuko's fire extinguishes almost immediately and instead, a cloud of smoke seeped through your clasped hands.

You moved too fast for him to react and, as Zuko blinks back in surprise, just now realizing how close you were to him. He was close enough able trace to your features more thoroughly with his eyes and feel your warmth radiate off of you. He stares down at you, your amber eyes meeting his with the same fervor.

Sneering, you whisper lowly, "Don't you dare use your fire on me."

Zuko's eyes widen at your icy tone, it was enough make a shiver go down his spine. Gone were the days of the pastry-loving, flour covered girl that he used to imagine you as and instead, the image of you standing defiantly in front of him with enough boldness to go toe-to-toe against him replaced it.

Finally realizing that you had just snuffed out his fire with your own hand, Zuko stutterers in disbelief, “Y-you're a fire bender?!"

You roll your eyes in response, releasing his hand and ignoring the shock feeling in your fingertips as it brushes against his rough palm. You mumble a reply, avoiding his stare. “Yes. I learned that I could fire bend when I was ten."

Picking up your bag from the ground, you brush off some of the excess sand and swung the bag around your shoulders. As you walk pass Iroh, who was smiling innocently as if nothing had just happened, you glance over your shoulder and meet Zuko’s heated gaze. “You coming or what? You can sleep with the desert critters for all I care.”

Iroh’s smile wavers slightly when he sees Zuko’s scowl. Iroh places arms across his stomach and with an incline of his head, he calls his nephew over. “Come on Zuko.”

Zuko releases a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding, a low headache starting to bloom around his temples. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he takes several deep breaths of air and recounts the last few minutes. Your fire bending surprised him, but now he understands that some of your boldness might have come from the fact you were able to learn fire bending. After all, he was taught that anger and passion was the source of energy for fire bending.

As he watches you converse with his uncle with such ease, Zuko realizes he has more questions now than he started with, and they need to be answered.

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