𝐿𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎

Sylus’s voice from behind you makes you tense, looking around to make sure none of your coworkers are around before turning to face him.

“I’m wearing my uniform Sylus, I don’t look cute at all. What are you doing here?” He’s leaning against his car casually, as if it’s just another day.

“Is it so wrong for me to check up on you?” He closes the distance between you two, hands coming up to rest on your waist.

"Sylus..." Your tone carries a warning, but his smirk only widens. His hands move up, brushing the buttons of your shirt. You almost hate the way he overwhelms you, both in stature and sheer aura. He latches onto your desire so easily, pulling it out of the locked box you keep it in.

Before you even realize it, your body is laid down on the cool leather seats, Sylus's heated body pressed against yours. He manages to slip his shirt off in the cramped space, but when you move to unbutton yours, he stops you.

"Allow me." He smirks, only unbuttoning the first three buttons of your shirt before pulling away.

"You don't want to take it off all the way?" Your question makes Sylus hum, undoing your pants and just barely lowering them. You're practically fully clothed, and he's never looked more excited.

"I'm a big fan of your uniform, sweetie." He grins, leaning down to kiss you once more.

"Seriously? It turns you on to be reminded of my job? The job which is, technically, to arrest you."

"It turns me on greatly, kitten. To be reminded that your loyalty, above all else, lies with me. Truly, such a sweet sentiment." He's clearly gloating, but there's no real flaw in his logic.

"...I'm gonna arrest you after this."

Damn 😩.... dragon kiss

Luffy gives his hat to everyone in the crew if there sleeping, or just in any situation

Zoro: he sleeps out on the deck in the sun which wakes him up with how bright it is, and Luffy have observed and thought carefully. When Zoro falls asleep and the sun comes Luffy extends his arm and places his hat on his head before snapping his arm back and running off to go bother Sanji.

Sanji: When they have a banquet or just eat outside, it gets quite hot, so it makes it harder for him to focus, again Luffy observes this and decides to do something about it. The next time they decided to eat outside it was getting quite hot out again and Sanji was losing a bit of focus because of the heat, so Luffy jumped over to him, placing his hat on Sanji's head before going off with a piece of meat

Nami: Navigating was hard work, so she asked Jinbei to take over for a while so she could rest. She sat down by her orange trees and had a sleep for quite some time. Luffy called out to Nami because Jinbei wanted her, before noticing she was sleeping, he smiled before placing his hat down on her head and went back to tell Jinbei that she's busy.

Usopp: Working on a new plant for his slingshot, he was under the sun for a couple of hours at most, he was complaining about the head but refused to go inside to the sun made him see better but it was also roasting him alive. Luffy hopped over to take a look at what he was doing, while looking he noticed that Usopp was looking a bit hot and also sweaty, so Luffy yanked his hat off and placed it on Usopp's head before going to see Franky

Chopper: He doesn't lose his hat often, but he thinks it's not right when he does, he needs his hat it's what reminds him of home, so he gets upset whenever he can't find it. Luffy walked over to Chopper and asked what's wrong, and when he explained Luffy thought for a quick second before placing his hat on Chopper's head. Luffy said that they could find it while Chopper wore his hat, and they walked off with Chopper on Luffy's shoulders

Robin: She liked the sun when it wasn't all too hot, but this day it was and she was looking forward to reading outside. Luffy called out to Robin before landing face first in front of her, he seemed rather interested in the book she was going to read so he sat beside her looking over at the pages. Robin would sometimes wipe her forehead or move her bangs because the heat was getting to her slowly. Luffy gently placed his hat on her head and asked if she wanted to keep reading, and she did.

Franky: He was definitely not proud of how his hair was going, although he could change his style to whatever he wanted none just felt right so he just walked with his hair down and went to go help Usopp with something. His hair was for sure bothering him and Luffy, showing up out of nowhere, placed his hat on Franky's head and asked him to take care of it while he did something, and that hat made his hair feel complete

Brook: He was laying down, his bones cramping and cracking from playing violin the entire time there was a party going after they defeated someone. He had his violin resting next to him and his legs crossed, he let some other people take over with the music while he gave his bones a break, and Luffy plonked his hat on Brook's head thanking him for the music before going off to find food.

Jinbei (Jim-Bob) : he was steering the ship all day while the sun rested on the deck, he wasn't this used to the sun, but he had to put up with it while Nami was marking maps. Luffy was sitting on Sunny's head also being burn alive, but he was more used to it. Sanji called Luffy to come eat something as he had been pestering the guy a few minutes ago. While Luffy was skipping away he placed his hat on Jinbei's head and went to go eat

summary: in which the lads boys text you after having surgery (and are a little loopy) (and miss you).

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier is kinda pathetic, zayne needs reassurance, rafayel is annoying (and wants to kill himself again), sylus is Into you Bad, caleb is double pathetic (zayne cameo too helloooo). this one’s a bit au-ish given the fact that it’s less than likely most of them would need regular ass anesthesia and surgery but…walk with me maybe…fem reader mentions in some of them (!!!), mentions of sexual acts briefly lol, allusions to violence (kinda??? rafayel’s into it??? and you don’t rlly do anything???), and obvi mentions of injury/surgery but no graphic depictions, that’s it (i think)

p.s. this was kinda fun to make but i also was very into making it so if it makes no sense…that’s not my business idk man

a/n: this was a silly idea i had a few days ago and i felt very inclined to do it sooooo i hope it’s okay…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

A heavy hand ruffles Zuko's hair softly, starting at the top of his head and effectively ruining the style he did that morning. He merely sighs as he accepts his fate, soaking up the begrudgingly relaxing feeling of his friend carding his fingers through the long, silken strands.

“Do I get to know why I'm being groomed like an ape?”

Aang laughs good-naturedly, an easy shrug of broad shoulders as he broaches the subject. “I thought you said you were gonna cut it; what made you not bother?”

The question freezes him momentarily, and then he takes a sip of tea to avoid the other man's near-scrutinizing gaze. A flush overtakes your lover's cheeks as he thinks about how best to answer his friend, who's waiting with an expectant yet fond look.

Logically, Zuko knows he should say it's the way you make moving wayward strands from his eyes look so tender and domestic. Another safe answer is because his hair is the first thing you absentmindedly reach for when you want to keep your hands occupied in some way. He often lets you toy with the strands, plaiting or twisting the locks into various sizes while he works and having to stifle a snort or quiet laugh when it tickles his ear.

How does he say it's really the way you'd loop your fingers through the dark tresses after he's had a long day?

You'd be straddling his lap, his arms tight around your frame and head on your shoulder, while your fingers would run through his hair, smoothing out whatever knots you could. Every so often, they'd weave themselves in the strands closest to the root, and it always made him shiver in anticipation.

Blunt nails would lightly scratch at his scalp and nape, making him grunt quietly as he sinks into the couch, trying to push himself closer to you at the same time. Then your fingers would tighten and yank, forcing a startled but relieved groan from his throat. His hair spills from the spaces between your fingers as you bunch the locks in your grip. Your teeth find the column of his neck, and his answering keen was one he couldn't quite hide.

The blissful tugs on his hair are so hard they sting, so hard they swell his dick until it's almost painful. A whispered plea and you're quick to indulge him. With your free hand stroking his cock, the other is still in his hair, twisting his head to the side to suck a bruise into perspiring, pale skin. His digits sink into the plush skin of your thighs, trying to ground himself as the smarting tug had him arching his spine as if it were suddenly malleable.

Your lover would always end up with fluttering lashes, uttering a mouthful of curses when your thumb would swipe over his weeping slit, the same time you yank hard enough to tilt his head back. His Adam's apple bobs under your lips, breath coming out in a shudder as you lave your tongue and nip your teeth at his throat.

His hips buck when you force his gaze back to you with another harsh tug. But he just couldn't stop his darkened and lidded eyes from rolling to the back of his skull when you started to fondle his balls, other hand still gripping his now disheveled hair.

The esteemed Fire Lord surely couldn't tell his friend that he'd also miss the fact that his hair is the first thing you grab onto when he finds home between your legs.

When his warm tongue teases your slit and laps at your arousal like he's dehydrated, you forget your restraint; completely disregard that there's a person attached to all the hair you're pulling, and he loves it. It makes him even greedier for you, that you got so caught up in the pleasure he's giving that you don't even realize the literal strands you've managed to pull from his scalp.

The sensation and thought had him grinding into your shared bed, his long, pretty cock weeping pre that stains the expensive sheets a darker shade of red. There's going to be a crick in his neck from how hard you pulled his hair to drag him in for a kiss. But he supposes that's his fault for wanting to be a willing puppet, to let your loving hands manipulate his strings with an expert but tender grace.

When your hands grip his biceps, he's soothing you with a kiss to your forehead. When he starts bullying himself inside you, said hands find his hair. The tip of his cock weeps at your entrance, begging to be let into your warmth, and that was the night he realized your pussy is the only thing tighter than your stabilizing grip on his hair. You're panting into his shoulder, teeth digging into the skin with a muffled whimper as he rolls his hips into a tentative thrust.

The pull of his hair and your sweet whines make him impatient; he doesn't want to wait to sink inside you. It's a little like pulling teeth waiting for your warm and wet hole to give; hurting you is the last thing he wants to do, but the soreness in his scalp makes his cock throb. The tingling at the base of his skull has him near whimpering as he fucks his leaky tip into your sopping cunt, the warmth making him shudder and bring your legs up, pressing them to your chest.

“My wife likes it.” He finally answers, and it might be underwhelming to the other male, but it's a safe deterrent from more questions. He doesn't feel like explaining that you're pulling on his hair makes him bust faster than anything, spilling his cum hot and heavy inside you, while his hair spills like ink from the spaces between your fingers.

@luvqi and I were talking about how hot today was and the question was asked if we could realistically live at that hot ass palace.

"you want me to make what?" sokka looks confusedly at the crude drawings zuko had scribbled on a piece of scrap scroll.

"an air cooling system, i need something to keep my wife cool, it's nearing summer and the heat is getting to her."

sokka nods solemnly. "headaches?"

zuko frowns as he nods. before he left, you'd been complaining of headaches that spanned to the nape of your neck as the heat prickled your skin uncomfortably.

"suki has them too." his eyes roam the drawings, already drawing up plans in his head. "i got ya buddy, i'll get something ready for the missus, gotta make sure sokka jr is okay."

"we are not naming our son sokka jr." zuko scoffs, but his eyes soften in gratitude.

"but it's catchy right?"

"imagine having to say to her, 'honey, sokka needs a nappy change'." the fire lord shudders, making sokka cackle.

"y'know, sometimes i forget you're funny."

.✦ ݁˖ pregnant!fem!reader, established relationship, other than that just fluff;

zuko had picked you up a thousand times before.

over his shoulder. in his arms. into his lap during slow, lazy afternoons when you were both half-asleep, mumbling nonsense, but still refusing to let go of each other's warmth.

but this time was different.

this time, you were carrying his child.

your child.

"zuko, seriously," you laughed as he still held onto you anyway, stubborn as ever. "i can walk."

"i know you can walk," he muttered, his large hands adjusting carefully around your waist and back, brushing against your robes as if he was recalculating every possible way to hold you safely. "i just—"

he lifted you anyway.

—and immediately let out a strained little grunt.

then the room went completely silent.

the birds outside stopped chirping.

the wind didn't seem to blow anymore.

you blinked slowly.

zuko blinked right back.

for a moment, neither of you said anything.

then his expression dropped.