#RUNNING MY FINGERS THEOUGH HIS HAIR

[acrosstobear]

mickschumacher Here are a couple of pictures from my adventures. Had an amazing time in Australia! Take care everyone 🤙

[callilouv]

I jist want to cry in Kaeya’s arms is that so much to ask for

[hobioclock-remade]

the fact that hoseok likes being pet when he’s sleeping is so endearing to me

[moririki]

⤷ PUSHING THE LIMITS

TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER -> 2.7K
you decide to see how far you can push your boyfriend before he snaps

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CONTAINS -> SMUT!!!!!, bratty reader i GUESS, uhm my second smut ever so quality won't be amazing, fingering, oral (giving), unprotected sex, , tsukki teasing you <3, but hes also soft at the end brrr
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> WOOOWOOOO 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT IS A GO!!! sry about the quality dipping halfway through i did not write this in one sitting ✌️

YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE COMING OVER TO YOUR BOYFRIEND'S DORM TO STUDY, but when he greeted you with a searing kiss that was enough to have you trying to catch your breath, you realised that he may or may not be wanting to play dirty. he had a history project, you had an essay to finish, the two of you were fairly busy. luckily working together in a comfortable silence worked surprisingly well for the both of you. most of the time, anyway.

but you were still reeling from his kiss and your thoughts were straying far from the subject material needed to finish your paper. only ten minutes in to your study session, you were ready to call it a night and spend some quality time with tsukishima. currently, the two of you were lying side by side on his bed, trying not to slip off the edge due to how narrow it was. while your pen had stilled on its page, tsukishima was rapidly typing away on his laptop with slightly furrowed brows.

even with his facial features scrunched up, you still found yourself admiring your boyfriend's face as he concentrated on his project. the reflection of the laptop on his glasses only added to the look, and you almost found yourself sighing dreamily at how handsome he looked.

"quit staring, idiot," tsukishima mumbled without glancing up from his work. when you didn't make a single movement to follow his suggestion, his eyes flicked towards you with an unimpressed expression adorning his face. he raised a hand from the jeyboard to flick your forehead lightly, just enough to make you huff and return to your notebook. though yiu already had gotten the structure and general points already planned out, the actual construction of your essay was yet to happen. instead, you twirled your pen before raising it to your lips. you bit your lip in mock thought on just how to start writing your essay, though a more satisfying result occured when you heard a sharp intake of breath from beside you.

you tried not to look too smug as you turned to look at your boyfriend in amusement.

"look who's staring now, kei," you smiled up at him and he glowered at you.

"bite your lip once more, i dare you." you only giggled at his threat, seeing as he was playing directly into your hand.

but now you had to play a waiting game, so you went back to your essay. you even managed to complete an opening paragraph before deciding to ramp things up a notch.

you faked a yawn, arching your back as you stretched before rolling over, closer to tsukishima. you ended up on your back, practically underneath him, with his golden eyes watching you carefully. they remained trained on your face as you batted your eyelashes at him, before trailing down to your mouth again as you oh-so-carefully tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.

you barely had time to blink before you found yourself really lying underneath him, one of his hands resting against your face, his thumb coaxing your bottom lip back out from your teeth. the other had collected your hands, pinning them above your head by the wrist with ease.

"i thought i told you not to do that again, hm?" despite his tone, kei's eyes had some glint of mischief in them, enough to make you squirm under his grasp.

"oops." the way the smile never dropped from your face did little to convince kei that you were sincere, but he knew you were looking for some sort of reaction when you held his gaze as you parted your lips, softly biting the tip of his thumb.

you watched the way his eyes darkened from above and his grip on your wrists tightened. kei surged forwards, pressing his lips to yours roughly and you grinned as you kissed him back with as much vigour. the hand that had been on your jaw now travelled downwards before reaching your bare thigh.

kei gripped it harshly, hiking it up roughly to latch around his waist. you hummed into the kiss at the sensation, digging your heel into his back to feel some friction from his crotch rubbing against your thigh. kei groaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss to glare at you.

"you're such a brat."

"yeah, but you love me." you grinned up at him, face flushed and body practically buzzing from his touch.

kei muttered a "whatever" before kissing you again, harder than before. his hips rolled against yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. you tried to free your wrists to wrap your arms around his shoulders, anything to get him closer to you, but it was futile. kei snickered at your attempt to overpower him, though he had some mercy when he pulled away again to slip off your shorts with his free hand. you clamped your thighs together when you were left in just your underwear and under the scrutiny of your boyfriend.

"don't go shy on me now, pretty," kei teased you, rubbing soft circles into the plush of your thighs with his thumb. you flustered at the pet name, but let him part your legs and hook a finger along the waistband of your panties and drag them down your legs ever so slowly.

the cold air of the room made you clench slightly, but kei blowing on your pussy made you gasp and squirm in his hold. kei smirked at your reaction, trailing a single pretty finger of his around your entrance, humming at how wet you already were.

"you're really making my job a lot easier, pretty," he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly slipped a single finger inside you. you sucked in a shaky breath as he curled it inside you, feeling him reach the spongy spot which had you tensing and moaning softly.

his palm rested against your clit, the slight roughness of it proving to be enough stimulation. you found your hips raising, desperate for more friction, but kei's hand stilled as you whined from underneath him.

"come on, what happened to being patient?" he teased. you managed to glare back at him, before kei dipped his head again and decorated the column of your neck with deliberate kisses that had your head tilted back with pleasure. kei's finger started moving again, leaving your body blistering with sensations that were quickly building up to your release.

kei soon added another finger, with you moaning at the additional stretch. he scissored them inside you, stretching your walls out and leaving your toes curling. with his lips never stopping from administering hickeys all across your collarbones, you felt the heady buzz of an orgasm start to wash over you. you felt your lower stomach tighten in anticipation, only for it all to be ripped away from you at the last minute as kei removed his fingers from your hole, now sopping wet with your slick.

"what do you say that we put your mouth to good use, huh?" you could only nod at tsukishima's suggestion as your chest rose and fell rapidly, head still spinning from being taken so close to the edge. you just about registered tsukishima raising his hand and bringing his souled fingers to your mouth.

without a single word from him, your lips parted and you welcomed his two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly to clean them and tasting yourself on him. kei groaned at how compliant you were, pulling his fingers free before connecting your lips with his once again. he could taste the faintest trace of you on your tongue, and this dragged a soft moan from him that went through you like a shock if electricity.

with that, tsukishima finally released your wrists, leaning back before getting off of the bed. he grabbed hold of your ankles, dragging you until you were seated at the edge of the bed right in front of him, staring up at him expectantly with your heartbeat running wild. kei almost cooed at the lovestruck expression in your eyes, but he chose to lean back, eyes appraising your figure in a leisurely manner.

"strip for me." you almost took a double take at his words, though the tone showed just hiw serious he was being. his eyes were hungry as they zeroed in on your fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head fluidly so that your top half matched your bottom. "aww, aren't you eager," kei crooned, his hand cradling your face. if you weren't blushing profusely from his remark you might have asked him about his own flushed cheeks.

instead, you diverted your attention to his own shirt, tugging at it softly to prompt him to do the same as you had seconds ago. kei caught on quickly, tugging the material over his head along with your help, your hands smoothing over his toned skin as soon as it was revealed. with your wrists finally freed, you could touch him just as much as you wanted, and you did. your fingers trailed down his sides and back up again, tracing patterns into his skin. you decoded to be brave, hooking your fingers into his waistband and pulling his body closer to you, to which kei gladly complied.

then your mouth was on him, leaving open mouthed kisses that trailed dangerously lower down his v-line. you came back up, making sure to suck a hickey into the skin just above his hip where a rare mole rested. you heard another shaky intake of breath from your lover, and felt a small jab of satisfaction at the sound. you felt fingers thread theough your hair, before pulling on it and forcing your head back until you were locking eyes with tsukishima.

"i think your mouth can do something else now, hm?" you nodded as best as you could, pulling your lip between your teeth as you focused on the rather visible bulge under your boyfriend's sweatpants. you curled fingers underneath his waistband once more, pulling both his sweats and boxers down in one go.

kei's dick, now freed, slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum that had inevitably soaked the material of his boxers. you pumped his length with your hand a few times, able to slide it up and down easily due to his precum, before taking him into your mouth.

no matter how many times you've done this, you still struggled to fully swallow his length. you still managed a great amount, and the rest was handled with your hand. you bobbed your head, setting your own pace and resisting the urge to gag when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

you settled into a rhythm, relaxing your jaw and placing a hand on his thigh to brace yourself. you coukd hear his groans from above you and it spurred you on, even thiugh your lungs were starting to burn from a lack of breathing.

before the sensation got unbearable, kei laced his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his dick. when you looked up at his face you couldn't help but admire how pretty your boyfriend was all over again. while last time he had been focusing on a history project, his cheeks were flushed and he was out of breath, even going ahead and biting his own lip now. you thought the urge to be sarcastic about it.

"fuck, pretty, i can't wait," kei groaned, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and helping you lift them. in one swift motions, you hd been turned so that now you were on your hands and knees, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. you felt a hand smooth over the small of your back before kei leaned over you, his body radiating warmth as he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder- a nonverbal question as to whether you were ok. when you looked back at his face and nodded, your boyfriend grinned before turning his attention to his dick.

he used a hand to position it, just barely parting your folds. you whined at the contact and how kei was teasing you, running the tip between your folds as you squirmed.

"kei, please," you pleaded breathily, and the hand that he rested on your back stilled.

"that's all you had to say, pretty," he mumbled, before pushing into you.

you moaned at the sensation, enjoying the stretch of him filling you up as he bottomed out. after a few moments of him staying still, you reached behind you to squeeze his hand and remind him that yes, he could in fact move.

at your confirmation kei placed his hands on your hips, keeping them still as he pulled out then thrusted back in, eliciting a soft moan from you. kei groaned in unison, the timbre of his voice making you clench around him. his hips never stilled, picking up a pace that had you moaning unashamedly and fisting kei's bedsheets as his dick hit the spot inside you which had you seeing stars.

a particularly hard thrust had you falling to your elbows as your arms gave out. the new angle only helped kei hit deeper and you practically screamed into the sheets at the stimulation.

"kei, fuck!" you barely sounded coherent, and the sound of your fucked-out voice just spurred kei on with his brutal pace. his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, though, and kei could tell that you were close too from the erratic spasms of your walls.

you couldn't even warn him that you were going to cum when kei brought a hand down to your clit, providing just that extra amount of friction to send you over the edge with a cry. that didn't stop kei from thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high as he let out a groan from the feeling of you clamping down around him.

he indulged in a few more thrusts before pulling out, pumping his length to finish before cumming on the shallow dip of your lower back. he then rather unceremoniously flopped down onto the bed next to you, joining you in the breathless afterglow of both of your orgasms.

after a few minutes, he rolled over to pepper kisses along your shoulderblade and run a hand down your back, careful to avoid the mess that he made.

"you feel like finishing that essay now, brat?" you giggled at his question, curling your hand around his as your spent body regained still regained strength.

"mm, maybe tomorrow," you hummed. kei kissed your shoulder one last time before getting up, padding off to the bathroom to clean himself up. you heard the distant sound of a tap running for a few seconds before kei came back to you, wet towel in hand. you felt the warmth of it against your back as kei cleaned you up, before handing it to you to clean the rest of yourself as he pulled on his sweatpants.

after you finished, he then handed you his sweatshirt, helping your tired arms to pull it over your head so that you were swaddled in the cloth.

the two of you lay down in tsukishima's bed, your back to his chest as you shared the same pillow. with the average hours of sleep that you both got as university students, this rest was needed. one of kei's hands came up

to tilt your face to look at his before he captured your lips in a kiss, albeit softer than the others he had given you earlier.

"goodnight, brat," he whispered to you.

"love you too, tsukki," you mumbled, already feeling the embrace of sleep tugging you towards unconsciousness. your boyfriend tugged you closer as well, pressing his face into your shoulder and making you grin in the dark.

that smile only widened when you heard the quietest love you too escape his lips minutes later, when he thought you had fallen asleep.

"i heard that, you know." kei only grumbled, squeezing you tighter.

"no you didn't, go to sleep."

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[writteninkat]

Red Dragon | Toji x reader

summary: Toji has his way with you after finding out about the red dragon tattoo you have on your back.

f!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, dumbification(??), ass slapping

"It's hot today isn't it?" Kugisaki pinches her uniform with her index and thumb, flapping it to create some sort of air to try and cool down her body underneath her uniform. "Aren't you hot underneath all that turtle neck and long sleeves, sensei?"

You look up at her from your paper work, pen in between your fingers. You recall her question, taking a few moments to answer before shrugging your shoulders. "Ah, I get it now. You don't have anything else underneath, do you?" Kugisaki teases you, now her index finger is pointed at your chest as she gives you a teasing smirk.

You chuckle at her attempt but give in nonetheless, unbuttoning your uniform and peeling it off your skin to show the spaghetti strap uou have on. No, you don't feel as warm as Kugisaki, probably, but you can still handle the heat. You hand your uniform behind your chair to prevent it from getting creases.

You look around your table, frowning when you don't see any random hair ties lying around. Sighing, you take a pen and bite on it, busying your hands with rolling and putting your hair up in a bun before using the pen to secure it.

Kugisaki looks at you with sparkles in her eyes, at awe by how you just tied your hair up with a pen. "That's amazing sensei! Teach me how to do it, please?"

You smile at her, curling your finger at her, signaling her to come nearer. "Just look at how I did my hair, it's pretty easy to follow." You point up at your messy bun, a few steay hairs falling down in the front part of your face when you bend your neck down.

When Kugisaki is behind you, you feel a hand on your neck. "Woah, since when did you get this tatted?"

The other teachers, Gojo, Atsuya, Shoko and Toji all look up at you in sync, oblivious to the red dragon tattoo on your upper back. Everyone of them had curiosity glimmering in their eyes, especially Toji.

"Five years ago, after I graduated." You answer your student, but your eyes are on Toji who's still eyeing you.

"Did it hurt?" She asks.

You keep your gaze on Toji, your- what do you call him? Boyfriend? No, your relationship isn't really that serious with him. Then maybe a fuck buddy? That'll have to do -fuck buddy.

"I guess I liked the pain." A smirk twitches on your lips as you give Toji a teasing look, knowing full well the kind of effect you have on him. He gives you a look telling you to be careful, but you brush it off, going back to grading your students' school works.

By the time the sun sets, the school is quiet and the students have went back to their respective homes. You stay for overtime, trying to make up for the week you asked off. All one could hear inside the faculty was the sound of uour pen scribbling on paper, writing notes and pointers for your students as you correct their mistakes.

Then you hear footsteps. Shivers run up your spine at the thought that you knew exactly who they were from and where they're exactly coming from. Not long after, you feel a large presence behind you, looming over you, covering the light the moon is reflecting back inside the faculty.

"Aren't you going home, Fushiguro?" You try to play yourself off as nonchalant, leaning over to your desk to seem as if you were focused on your work when in fact your legs are squeezing together underneath the table. The smell of Toji's expensive perfuming wafting around you has your cunt dripping wet and clenching down around nothing.

You feel a finger- two fingers press against your nape. Electricity shocks you at the point where your skin and his fingers meet before shivers run down your spine when he begins dragging his fingers softly down your back, feeling over the spot where you know where your tattoo is.

"You never told me about this." Toji's deep voice resonates around the room like a dark melody, keeping you on your toes as you feel the butterflies lose themselves at the sound of it. "You never asked." You clench your jaw, holding yourself back from begging him to fuck upu right then and there.

"If you told me I would have done something about it." He runs his fingers back up on the center of your back, this time slowly running onto your shoulder, hooking his finger on the strap and pulling it off, letting it fall off your shoulder.

You turn your head to the side, looking down at his legs. "And what exactly would you have done after I told you about it?"

You're playing a dangerous game and you know it. You can practically smell the intense lust Toji's currently suppressing inside him. You know you shouldn't- not in the faculty at least, but you can't help it. He's wearing that black shirt that hugs his body perfectly, a bit tight on the biceps and chest area, giving you a good look at the effects of years of training and fighting curses. Arms that could lift you around easily, as if you weigh nothing.

It all happened so quickly- you feel Toji's arms on wither sides of your waist. He pulls you up from your seat, kicking the chair away with his foot so nothing was in between the two of you. He forces you bent over on your table, your short pencil skirt hiking up and showing off the base of your ass.

Toji's hand is on your head, fingers combed theough your hair as he forces it down on the table. His other hand runs up and down your sides, fingers following every curve. It reaches your thigh, giving it a squeeze making you moan softly.

"Oh fuck," Toji breathes out, gaze scanning over the red dragon tattoo on your back with you in this position. He has a very clear view of it and the fact that your ass is on full view has him rock hard in his pants. "I really fucked you missionary all this time when I could have had you in doggy or bent over a table like this?"

He pulls your leg up, placing it on the table to give himself better access to your dripping cunt. Your slick as traveling down your other leg as he presses two fingers against your clothed sex. You moan loudly, voice resonating around the room as you scrunch up your brows.

Toji leans in, a sadistic grin stretched across his face. "You're already so wet for me. You love having master force you down like this?" His fingers begin massaging circles on your clit, causing for moans to spill out of your mouth. Toji let's go of your head and pulls your hands together, pinning them behing your back. "Hmm? Yeah? Like it when you can't move properly like this?" He presses his fingers even deeper onto your cunt, making you throw your head back.

Toji begins licking on your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin as he listens to your moans as if they were opera music. You feel your legs begin to clench together as you near your high, your hips rocking back and forth uncontrollably. When Toji slips his fingers underneath your thin underwear, you drop your head on the table and let out a moan as your feet lift your heels, feeling your orgasm wash over you.

The fact that it's been a long and stressful day makes the orgasm even more intense- the pent up frustrations you had formthe day were just spilled over like that by two fingers and you couldn't even be more happier.

Your deep breaths replace your loud moans inside the room. You look around, feeling needier when you watch Toji lick and suck on his fingers, lapping on your juices as he looks at you dead in they eye.

You follow his hand as it reaches on the waistline of his sweatpants, pulling it down along with his briefs to let his cock spring out. It's red, it's hard, precum is oozing from its tip and you want nothing more than to drop to your knees and lap it up until Toji is fucking your throat.

"You're going to help me with this, or princess." Toji says, his tone sounding more of an order rather than a request and you gladly submit to him. He enters a finger in your hole, a second one immediately following after making you moan out his name loudly. He pumps them in a few times before curling them, the pads of his two calloused fingers pressing and rubbing against the particular part inside your cavern that has your eyes widening as well as your mouth.

"Ah- oh! Oh god!" Your toes curl at the feeling of Toji massaging that area, "Fuck! Toji! Toji please just fuck me now!" You yell, tears brimming your eyes as spit dribbles down the side of your mouth at the feeling of extreme pleasure.

"You're not cumming until you call me by the name we agreed on." He presses against the area even more andall you ever want in the moment is to cum on his fingers. "What's my name, princess?" He whispers into your ear.

"Sir!"

Toji thrusts his fingers inside you relentlessly, pressing on the exact same spot again and again until you're cumming hard around his fingers, cunt clenching around his digits as you rock your hips into circles while riding out your orgasm.

A while ago you didn't mention once that you were feeling hot, but now you feel as if your body is on fire. Toji once again brings his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean before grabbing onto your hair and pulling your head closer to his.

"I'm going to fuck you now, really really hard." He whispers into your ear and without warning, thrusts his entire length inside you. A gargled moan slips out of your lips in shock and he pushes you back onto the table, eyes on your tattoo as he pounds into you rigorously. You hear his sac slapping against your skin creating such lewd noises when paired with your uncontrolled moans.

He keeps your arms behind your back with one had as the other slaps red hand marks on your ass, his thrusts slowly going even faster with ever slap. Your moans are on and off- in sync with his thrusts.

You can feel yourself slowly losing to darkness as your body grows limp, your drool continues to deip down your mouth and your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head.

Toji squeezes your face, forcing you to look at your laptop's black screen which served as a mirror. "Look at yourself as I fuck you dumb. You like having my cock inside you like this, hmm? Yeah you like it." His face contorts into a snarl as his thrusts become even harsher by the second.

"That tattoo on your back had me bothered all day princess. Hope all that teasing was worth it." He growls into your ear and all you can do is nod, nod at everything he says.

To be honest, you have no idea what else is going on today. All you can ever feel is his cock ramming inside you and its tip continuously abusing your g-spot again and again and again. You feel a know tighten inside you as you let out a long moan, arching your back even more as you lean your head back to Toji's shoulder.

"Fuck I can feel you tightening around me. Ready to cum a third time tonight, princess?" He growls into your ear, his free hand finding its way on my tummy as he feels himself ramming inside me. Toji can feel his tip poking against your lower stomach's skin, letting him know just how deep he is inside you.

"S-sir! Sir! I'm cumming!" You yell, letting yourself get pushed back down onto the table as Toji thrusts into you at an incredible speed, showing off his stamina after years of hard work and fighting. "That's right, cum on my cock princess. You deserve it."

You do as told, your toes are curling, a long moan slips between your tongue as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Toji's cock- it feels too good inside you, especially right now when he's nearing his high and his thrusts are turning sloppier and sloppier until he reaches his high and pulls out, cumming all over your ass and back. He watches as his load reaches all the way up your tattoo, covering some of the intricate details.

The room is filled with your ragged breaths as you two calm down from your highs. You feel your slick run down your inner thighs as Toji's cum on your back begins to feel uncomfortable as it dries up.

Toji pushes himself off of you, tucking his dick back inside his pants. He pulls one of your drawers open and takes out the tissues you keep in their. All while pressing you down on the desk, he cleans you up, wiping off all the slick and cum all over your body. Once he finishes, he softly pulls you up and sits you on your desk. You flinch at the feeling of your ass on the table, it hurts.

Toji presses kisses all over you- your face, neck, shoulders, arms and especially your lips. He then continues to burrow his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he realizes it really helps him calm down.

"Shower at my place so I can massage you right after." He says, his tone different this time. It sounds like more of a request rather than an order.

"I'd rather not let one of my students know his dad just fucked me dumb." You joke, eyes scanning all over Toji's nonchalant expression.

"That wasn't a request." He says.

Okay maybe his tone isn't that different from before.

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[siempre-bucky]

I'm just going to drop this here because this has been on my mind since showing some love for my boy with daddy issues:

Orla slumped next to Apollo on the steps of the front porch, her arm draping around his trembling shoulders. "Are you ok?" She asked softly.

Apollo looked up at the cloudy sky, the sun barely poking through the dark clouds. He wondered if Ikaris could even see him, he also thought he buried that question. "You know," he spoke after a long moment of silence, running hisfingers theough his short black hair "I have been jealous of you for as long as I've been in love with you."

Orla watched his fingers linger on the patch of silver hair above his sideburn. She remembered when Sersi told him how it was hereditary and then he dyed it consistently for years. "Jealous?" Her nose scrunched at his confession.

"Druig loves you and Rory more than anyone on this planet. He would drop everything to make sure you two were cared for," his voice was tired, fragile even, "Ikaris didn't want me. Didnt even fucking bother to meet me."

[taegularities]

DYEING HOSEOKS HAIR LIKE IN THE CONCOET PHOTI AND HAIVNG HIM TAKE HIS SHIRT KFF BC IT GETS MESSY AND THEN HALF WAY THEOUGH YN GEYS FISTEVAYED AND TY RY END UP FUCKGIN AND HAIR DYE GETS ALL OF ER THE PLACE BUT WHO CARE JOSOEKK IS HOT

No I cannyot rtyeo that my brian is shritciruting fjr the foreseeable future

LMAO the way i had to ask you wtf that meant

clarification: Dyeing Hoseok's hair like in the concept photo and having him take his shirt off bc it gets messy and then halfwya through, yn get flustered and thye end up fucking or smn and hair dye gets all over the place but who cares because Hoseok is hot

hoseok x reader

warnings: riding, colour play??, jhope's hot body

wc: around 840 oop-

a/n: LOL i'm sorry if this is rushed but i hope it's somewhat okay :'D

"How much longer?"

You click your tongue when you hear the question for the umpteenth time, flashing him a glaring look as you answer, "Baby, do you have any idea how hard it is to dye the ends in a different shade? And to make it look good?"

"Well, no, it's not me doing it."

His words might not be enough to push you over the edge just yet, but the stain that lands on his beige shirt sure is. You shake your head, remembering your words before you started that he had clearly ignored like the brat he is.

If you don't take this off, you'll regret it later, Hobi.

"Alright, that's it." Your voice is just a whisper when you take your gloves off, throwing them into the sink behind him before you tug at the hem of his shirt. This time, he doesn't hesitate, only looks at you with wide eyes and lets you pull the material over his head.

Some more colour gets caught on the soft fabric, but now that the shirt is already ruined, you couldn't care less.

While the mission of finally ending the frustrating process of hair-dyeing should be your top priority right now, your eyes wander from his eyes and heart-shaped lips to his chiseled chest in an instant. The torso of your man is always candy for your eyes, but looking at him sitting there with damp hair and different colours in it, definitely makes you feel a different type of way.

"Did you get... leaner?" you ask him flustered, your face heating up as he furrows his eyebrows.

"You saw me naked just last night, Y/N."

Yeah, but it was also fucking in doggy style in the pitch darkness; the only senses you relied on were those of feeling and hearing. Now, his skin is glowing in the warm light and glistening from the sweat that the heat brings, and you're utterly taken aback by the sexiness that you apparently will never get used to.

"Is it bad to..." you start, clearing your throat as you run your fingers along his shoulders and his bicep, never leaving his questioning eyes that darken with every subtle touch.

"Bad to what?" he whispers as his body leans closer unconsciously. His hands settle on your waist softly before you feel his fingers play with your pajama pants.

"Bad if I want to see you naked again?"

His nails dig into your skin suddenly, and you gasp involuntarily before he pulls your pants down slowly, freeing your ass in a heartbeat. Palms graze your flesh tenderly before he decides to squeeze tenderly. And when he pulls you closer and onto his lap, you feel the hardness hidden behind his underwear press against your clit so deliciously that you let out a breathy moan.

Hoseok hastily removes the garment separating you both before grabbing the lube from the closet over your sink - and when your bare skin finally meets his, you feel yourself lose your sanity gradually. In the process of straddling him properly and sinking onto him, you knock down the bowl that contains the colour, ogling at your blue hands for only a moment before you feel him thrust into you hard.

"Look at me, baby girl," he commands before your coloured hand lands on his back, and in the mirror, you can clearly see the imprint before your eyes shift to your fucked out face again. "At me, I said."

The way he fucks you now is just how you like it the best: not fast, but deep and hard; letting you ride him in one moment and then fucking into you from underneath in the next.

"Baby, you're always... full... of surprises," he moans against your exposed clavicles, the strange twitching of his cock inside you indicating that he's close.

"It's b-because you're too fucking hot..."

The praise ignites a searing fire in his chest, and before he knows it, he's rearranging your guts, his cock fucking into you so deeply that you lose all feeling in your limbs. You hold onto him tightly, careful to not fall from the small stool as you chase your high.

And when he brings a nimble finger between you two, rubbing your clit fast and skilled, you mewl in broken vocals, shaking in his embrace until all you see are stars and the space.

Not even a minute later, he finds relief, too, spilling inside you at last as he groans against the swell of your breasts, eyes closing and open mouthed kisses following.

"I..." He tries to find the right words, and when language starts to make sense again, he continues, "I think... you should dye my hair more... often."

You laugh, a glance into the mirror telling you that even your chin has turned blue from when he buried his face in your shoulders and your neck. "Attempt, you mean."

"Whatever," he breathes, moving his sweaty body and heaving chest back before he pats your ass lovingly, "finish this fast. Need more of what we just did later on."

And with a smug grin, you obey.

[hoeneypirate]

Figure it Out pt 8 smutty smut time

Hinawa x fem!reader.

SFW Parts 1-7 on @honeypirate

Look I don’t know if this good at all. I hope it is. I’m so nervous to post lol. Anyway if it’s terrible you didn’t read it and this never happened

It’s been a week since you made it official and filed the paperwork. Your team all laughing, making your cheeks flush since they all already knew. Obi collected his winnings from the bet they made and you and Hinawa both shot him a glare causing him to laugh. “Bet on what you know you can win” is all he says with a shrug.

You were taking it slow with him, because yes your ribs still hurt a little, but also because you wanted to do this right. Sure you’ve both been with other people before, old relationships or drunk mistakes, but this was something you both wanted to do right. But sleeping next to him at night was getting rough, you couldn’t sleep well anymore.

now it has been another week and youre beginning to get restless (read: extremely horny) and you’re beginning to think that maybe he wasnt interested in you sexually. Your ribs felt almost fine! And he still hasn’t touched you!

You’re sitting on the rooftop with your knees pulled under your chin, biting your lip and worrying. You need to talk to him about this but you feel so nervous, you don’t want him to think you’re pressuring him or anything. You want it to be natural. But god damn taking care of yourself just isn’t cutting it anymore. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to touch you, to slowly undress you and kiss every inch of your-

“Why do I always find you up here?” You laugh a little stiffly, like he caught you doing something wrong, like he would somehow know you were thinking impure thoughts about him. “What can I say? I like the view” he sits beside you and takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles like usual and ending butterflies to your stomach. You thought about his slowly lips kissing you elsewhere and felt your cheeks heat up.

“Take’?” You whisper, your voice trembling and nervous. He looks over to you with his eyebrows furrowed “what’s wrong?” He knows something is, he can feel your palm sweating and can practically feel your nerves flow into him. “Do you..” you clear your throat and pull your hand from his, bringing them to hide your face, making sure your lips were free so you could be heard so you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself “do you think I’m attractive, sexually?” You say, quietly but he heard you nonetheless.

He waits for a moment before a laugh escapes his throat, your worry turns to annoyance and anger to cover how hurt you felt with him laughing at you. You feel tears burn your eyes as you press your palms to the ground, rushing to try to leave but the moment he sees your face he’s quiet and reaching out for you, pulling you to his chest.

“I’m sorry” he whispered as you gripped his chest but with those words you stopped fighting him. “I didn’t mean to laugh. You just caught me off guard with your absurd question” you humph into him, it wasn’t absurd. It was a normal question. “Okay okay. It wasn’t absurd. But come on y/n. I love you. I love you with my whole being. Why wouldn’t I find you sexually attractive?” You lean back and look into his eyes, he sees the hurt and the fear there and it makes his heart crack. He didn’t even know he was making you feel this way “then why won’t you ever try and make a move? What am I supposed to think? God Takehisa I’m going crazy here. I sleep beside you at night in just your shirt and you don’t touch me. I see you and I know how fucking delicious you are and I’m so fucking h-“ your eyes widen and you stop talking. He’s smiling, a knowing look in his eye as he cups your cheeks, wiping away the stray frustrated tears. “I love you so much he says and you blush. “I love-“ he gives you a look that says let me finish and you pout, making him kiss you softly and continue “I’m sorry” he whispers “If you could know what has run through my head when I see you, when you sleep beside me, when you kiss me and straddle me. Fuck baby girl. You drive me wild. I think we just have some miscommunication here. Now princess,” you feel your skin begin to tingle and your blood rush between your thighs as you unintentionally squeeze them together at his use of the word princess “oh we like that did we?” He raises an eyebrow and you nod slowly, your face flushing “now, princess, finish your sentence” he was so commanding and the look of lust in his eyes made you weak “I’m so goddamn horny. I’m so frustrated.” He kisses you softly and then leans into your ear “baby girl, you never told me your ribs were better. I didn’t know you weren’t in pain anymore” you whimper softly and he feels his cock twitch.

Again. The goddamn moment was ruined by Maki. But this time she just opened the door and yelled since she knew of your relationship “dinner is ready!” Then the door slams closed and you sigh as you press your forehead against his shoulder.

You decide to tease him some before you left the rooftop, you had a few minutes so why not? You move your body so you weren’t just leaning against him and now we’re straddling one of his thighs. You lean forward and kiss his cheek, reaching up to hold his face as you kissed sloppily and sweetly on and around his lips as he sighs and shudders against you, his hands gripping your hips.

“Takehisa” you whisper breathlessly into his ear and he gets the goosebumps, his cock straining against his boxers already rock hard. “Fuck Kitten” he mumbles, panting against your lips “let’s go get dinner then” you say in a teasing manner before more sloppy kisses. He growls deep in his chest as nips at your bottom lip. You chuckle and pull back to gently bite his ear lobe before whispering “do you want me?” He grips your chin and pulls your face back to him, kissing you hungrily, his tongue slipping past your lips as he kisses you deeply. “Yes” he says panting pulling back to look into your needy blown eyes “I need you” you whimper against his lips and he moves then, like he finally knew what to do. He swiftly pulls you to his arms and carries you swiftly to his bedroom.

He sets you gently in the bed, the walk to his room was quick, avoiding everyone easily and he came to his senses a little more as he took a knee in front of you. Reaching up he cups your cheek softly “my pretty girl” he whispers and you smile, your heart was so full.

You kiss his palm and run your fingers theough his hair. He smiles softly up at you, looking at you like you’re an angel. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles “We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable or in pain” he mumbles as he kisses your fingertips. You reach out and brush his cheek as he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Takehisa if you don’t fuck me im going to lose my mind” you whisper and he turns, swiftly capturing your lips with his own. He cupped your cheek, his large hand soft and gentle as it moved to grab a fist of your hair. You reach out and slip your fingers underneath the hem of his shirt, making him moan softly when your fingers touch the skin on his sides. You smile against his kisses, his tongue reaching out to lick your top lip as you slide your fingers up his sides, pushing his shirt up high. He breaks away to pull it over his head and you sigh softly, taking in his form in the light of the soft lamp. You bite your knuckle with a blush and a grin, he chuckles softly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” You whisper and he gasps into a shocked chuckle “no I don’t believe they have” you move to kneel on the bed, running your fingers up his stomach and chest before leaning down, kissing and licking up the side of his neck to his ear “beautiful” you whisper before licking a slow stripe on the edge of his ear making him shudder.

He reaches up, taking a soft hold on your chin and guiding your face to meet his, he looks into your eyes for a moment before smiling and pressing his lips to yours in a slow and heated kiss. Heat pulsed out of your body, your skin tingling, panting against him as his fingers traced up your spine as he took your shirt off. You shivered from the cool air, sending goosebumps across your arms.

He pulls back and looks down at you, sure he’s seen you when he patched you up but he never let himself admire or pay attention. But now, now he wants to see you, he needs to admire and pay attention. His fingers trace from your fingers against his chest to your shoulder, your skin tingling in their wake, and you blush. “I’ve never known anything with more beauty than what I am looking at right now” he whispers as he cups your cheeks making your breath hitch as your stomach flips. You lean forward and pull his face down to yours, kissing him hard as you pull his back down to the bed.

Laying on your back with him above you you wrap your legs around his waist as you reach behind you, unhooking your bra and sliding it slowly down your arms. “Fuck” falls from his lips as he looks down at you, his cock straining against his boxers and jeans. You cover your face with your hands and he laughs, reaching out to move them away he leans down to kiss you “you’re perfect kitten” he whispers against your lips before kissing you one more time and then moving down, kissing your neck and left shoulder down until his breath fanned against your hardened nipples. You sighed softly and it turned into a moan when his lips wrapped around the nub. His fingers reach up to play with your other as his tongue swipes around your sensitive nub. His name falling your lips between moans, your fingers in his hair, gently pulling when his teeth bite down. You grind against him, feeling how hard he was under his jeans and gasping at the size.

His hand reaches down, slipping beneath your cotton shorts and resting against the top of your panties. He pulls up and looks into your eyes, his pupils blown as he gives you a soft kiss “do you still -.” You moan and pull him back down to a kiss that was probably a little too sloppy “Lieutenant” you say in a commanding tone and he smirks “I love you. Thank you for being through about making sure that I want this. But I swear to god if you don’t touch me soon I’m gonna take care of it myself” he chuckles softly at your words but the look in his eyes makes you soak your panties. Hungry, needy, fully of love and desire for you.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long. I need you.” He all but growls and you groan, his fingers pushing under your panties, his middle fingers sliding through your folds and you moan together when he connects with your drenched core. “You’re so wet for me princess. I’m so proud.” He moans against your neck as his fingers move up and down through your folds, just barely missing the spot you needed.

His teeth connect with your skin and you moan “please” you whisper and he moans “please what princess? Tell me” he leans up to look into your eyes again and you claw at his chest “please make me cum, Sir” you whisper and he kisses you hard, his fingers hitting your clit making you moan into his mouth. His fingers expertly twisted around your clit, slowly increasing the pressure until your fingers dig into his shoulders “please please can I.. I need” your voice is breathy and trembly as you reach your end. he presses his forehead into yours, his fingers retreating from your panties making you groan and him chuckle. “I want to taste you when you cum” he whispers and you feel your walls clench as you drip into your panties

He pulls back and undoes his jeans, you go to take off your bottoms but he stops you “no. I want to” you blush but nod and watch as he unzips his jeans and pushes them down his legs leaving him in his red boxers. His cock was straining against the thin fabric leaving nothing to your imagination. You moan as you feel yourself dripping even more. “I’ve seen you look at cake this way” he says and you laugh with a smile as you look up at him, pure love and desire in your eyes. “you have not! I know for a fact I’ve never wanted a piece of cake to fuck me” he growls and kneels on the bed,l between your legs. He kisses between your breasts as he twists your nipples in his hands, soft whimpers falling from your lips. He moves down slowly, leaving a trail of kisses before he’s unbuttoning and slowly unzipping your jeans. He looks up into your eyes as he pulls down your jeans and undies slowly, tossing them to the side.

He sighs softly with a little smile as he takes you in, naked, beautiful on his bed. His hands run through his hair as he takes off his glasses which were already smudged to hell. He kneels by your feet as he looks up your body, admiring every aspect until his eyes meet yours “y/n” he whispers but it comes out like a growl. You smile softly and wink at him and he smirks, leaning down to kiss you. This kiss was different than the last, it conveyed all of the love he feels for you.

You pull him down so you can kiss and suck across his neck “Please” you whisper in his ear and he groans “tell me sweet girl” his hand grips your hip and you moan into his ear “please make me cum” he moans when you bite his neck.

His lips travel down your chest, licking your right nipple before continuing further down, he placed a kiss on each hip before slowly spreading your legs, groaning at the sight of your slick dripping through your folds. His cock twitches as he runs his two middle fingers through your folds. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open your mouth hungrily licking them clean “good girl” he says as he leans down, kissing and biting along your thigh, leaving small hickies before finally slowly licking through your folds.

Your hands tug on his hair making him moan against you, his hot tongue licking and sucking your clit. The sounds you were making were like music to his ears, he’s never heard anything more delicious. His two middle fingers circle your entrance making you sigh and whimper as they slowly enter you. “Fuck fuck yes please” you mutter as he curls then and begins to pump at the perfect pace. Your nerves begin to coil as tingles flood your body, familiar eurphoris builds as you tease your nipples “please please sir can I cum?” He chuckles and kisses your clit softly “cum for me princess” he mumbles before sucking your clit and hitting that perfect spot with his fingers has your whole body trembling as the cord snaps.

Strings of curses and thank yous fall from your lips as you twitch against his tongue as he slowly licks across your clit lazily as you ride your high. “Kiss me” you whisper through your pants and he crawls up to you and smashes his lips to yours, your tongue wraps around his and you taste yourself in his tongue. your legs wrap around his waist, pressing against his bulge making him moan against your mouth as you rub your slit against his hard cock, he can feel your wet soaking through his boxers. “Fuck Me” you mumble against his lips and he moans again and kisses you hungrily.

“Can I?” You ask as he pulls back to pull off his boxers. He blushes, he actually blushes as his chin still shines with your slick. How beautiful he was. He nods slowly and you rise, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your long lashes. He feels like he is in heaven, the girl he’s in love with loves him back. Your breath catches as you gasp, his boxers pulled down his knees and his cock springing up, long and thick, a vein down either side, you knew it was big but actually seeing it was different. You moan and your mouth waters as you lick your lips “can I..” you look up into his eyes from his gleaming tip and he groans as he reaches out to cup your cheek as he guides you to his cock.

He moans as your tongue wraps around his head, you lick down the side as you look up at him and he bites his lip as he moans “your mouth feels so good princess you’re treat me so well” you moan and take him as deep as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your hands around what won’t fit. “Fuuck shit” he mumbles as he ruts into your mouth you nod against him and his hand is tightening in his hair as he fucks into your mouth, you moan around his length and he moans before pulling out. “you’re breathtaking” he says and he leans down to kiss you, sloppy and spitty before he’s picking you up into his arms and sitting you in his lap, your legs straddling him as you lick and bite across his shoulder

“Are you ready?” He whispers as he drags his cock head through your dripping folds “fuck me Takehisa” you mumble against his neck and he groans as slides his cock through your folds once more then presses into you. You gasp when the head enters you, a delightful pain from the stretch that burned slightly. He gives you a moment to adjust before he’s guiding your hips farther down. You bite his shoulder and moan as your ass hits his thighs, his cock deep inside you and stretching you out perfectly.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight” he pants and you whine and kiss his neck “so full. You’re so big” he kisses the side of your head as you wait to adjust to his size “you’re doing so good princess. Taking me so well. You’re so hot and tight. So perfect. My perfect princess” he mumbles against your head and you moan, your fingers digging into his shoulder as you begin to move your hips against his.

He brings your lips to his as he begins to fuck up into you, his grip tight against your hips and you wouldn’t be surprised if you found bruises later. You move you knees farther up as you push him down to his back and gasp into his mouth as he begins to hit that perfect spongy spot. His arms wrap around your back as he hugs your sweaty chest to his own, he fucks harder up into you and faster as you feel that cord tighten, heat and tingles pulsing through your veins. “I’m so close” you moan and run your fingers up his sides and across his ribs you couldn’t quite move with his tight hold around your ribs but you needed to have your hands on him as much as you can

“Wait for me princess” he growls and you nod as you whimper, the short cut hair on his chest pressed to yours rubbed against your nipples adding to the sensations he was putting you through. “Please!” You moan and he stops, an action that he hates himself for to lean down to your ear “please what princess?” He growls into your ear and you groan as your fingers scratch down his chest “please sir” you whine and he kisses the side of your head softly “that’s my girl” he says before he resumes bucking his hips up into your cunt, fucking up into you with renewed speed as the sounds of him inside of you filling the room “cum for me princess” he demands against your lips and you feel the cord snap, your body responding immediately as your cunt squeezes his cock as you cum, harder than you ever had alone. You whimper and shudder in his arms, he can feel every tremor rack your body and it makes his cock strain as he gets to his peak. “Cum inside of me. Please ” you mumble between whimpers, your eyes rolling into your head as you feel his hot cum hit your walls, his moans and whimpers right in your ear for you to hear. Both if you mumbling I love yous into the other's skin.

He stays within you as you lay there catching your breath. His fingers attacking up and down your spine. “How are you feeling?” He asks and you laugh “I feel amazing. Thank you” you say as you lean up against his chest. He cups your cheek “I love you” he whispers and you blush “I love you too”.

You feel empty when he finally pulls out, feeling weird about how you wish he was back inside of you already. He chuckles at your frown “what’s that about?” He asks and your cheeks flush in embarrassment “I just feel so empty now” he laughs and kisses your cheek “you’re perfect” he whispers and you laugh as he holds out his hand to you, pulling you to stand with him.

“Should we head to dinner?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles “maybe we should get cleaned up first” he says and kisses your lips softly “and then maybe after dinner we can have round two” he whispers against your ear and you giggle, goosebumps running up your back.

[greenygreenland]

Reset: Jay Walker x Reader

-inspired by my own hardships, as nearly all my writing has been

-we all know Jay is smart asf and a deep thinker. He may seem dumb sometimes, but he's really a nerd at heart and that's why I love him.

Summary: You're tired of life, playing hero, everything. It hurts to keep going and you're falling apart, but you can't stop. Jay is there to cheer you up.

A sigh escaped your lips and your shoulders slumped as you rolled out of bed. Midday naps were supposed to make you feel energised, not tired and achy from sleeping in uncomfortable positions. It was hard to imagine being able to leave your room, much less make your way through the monastery for a late lunch.

Today was your day off. No training. No chores (it was Lloyd'd turn). And no running atound saving the day (unless someone called). You wanted to lay back down and cuddle close into your warm sheets again, but your head hurt from sleeping too much.

The door creaked open. Jay peeked his head in, allowing a bright smile to cross his face. "Had a nice nap?" You rubbed the gunk out of your eyes and smoothed any kinks in your hair. "Not really," you replied with a yawn. "My head hurts." Jay pushed the door wide and made his way across the room. It closed behind him with a soft click. The bed dipped as he settled by your side, affectionately bringing you close to his chest.

"Do you want some water? Or tea?" He ran his cool hands through your hair, gently untangling the tight knots. "You know what, I'll go get some." He began to stand but you firmly caught his wrist and pulled him back down. "Stay." you quietly said. "Please." Jay settled and leaned back against the headboard. You stayed like that for a few moments, with Jay running his hands theough your hair and you leaning against his chest.

"You know," Jay began, "if somerhing's wrong, you can tell me right? I promise I won't tell anyone." A light laugh escaped your lips and it could have been like a symphony. "It's not that bad Jay." He dropped his hand with a troubled frown. You blinked, lazily meeting his electric gaze. "What?"

"You're doing it again." he noted.

"Doing what?"

"Lying that you're okay."

You mimicked his frown and flopped down on the bed, intertwining your fingers with his. "I'm just...tired. That's all." Jay shook his head. He flopped down next to you, shifting his weight onto his side so he could clearly see your face. "What's making you so tired (Y/n)?"

You shrugged as best as you could while lying on your side. "A lot." That simple phrase held more weight than you thought it would. It reverberated, leaving the room in complete silence. You began to wonder if Jay would be mad, or freak out like he used to do when you both were younger. He was cute like that, always joking, always talking at the speed of light...

Time changed you both. Of course, Jay still smiled and joked, but he wasn't the same Jay you first met. The weight on his shoulders was as much as yours. It kept his mind from wandering like it used to, and maybe that was because if it did, old memories no one wanted would rise from the grave.

You wondered what it would have been like if you both were normal teenagers, free from the weight of this realm on your shoulders. Even if you didn't want to see it, you had changed too. It was harder to keep a smile on your lips, tougher to joke about the little things, and almost impossible to sleep with an empty head.

You were tired, not only of the weight you carried, but of all the things you knew you wouldn't have.

All the things you knew you couldn't have.

Those thoughts made you feel numb. You wrapped an arm around Jay, pulling him closer like you would a teddy bear.

"What would it be like to...to be normal?" you quietly mused. Jay thought for a moment in pire silence, knitting his brows together and humming as if it'd make the answer come faster. The silence refused wear thin.

"I don't know," he finally said. "But I'm not sure I'd want to be normal."

"Why?"

"We're all passing down legacies that've been around for centuries." he said thoughtfully. "I like to think of us as protectors of that power. If we don't keep it safe, then wouldn't we have another villain on our hands? I don't know about you, but I am done with evil people." You smile a little, appreciating the lightness in his voice. "That's true."

"And if we were normal, we'd have to go to school. Then we'd have to figure out college, and student debt. I can be smart, but I know I'm not that smart. And beside that, who wants to be stuck to a desk all day doing paperwork? I'd take scrapes and broken bones in a heartbeat. Paperwork is an absolute no-go!"

He threw a hand up in the air as if to prove his point. "Then we'd have to think about rent, and textbooks, and don't forget about wasting away in an apartment and answering to a boss. I don't know how normal people do it."

You knew he was right. Last time you all had to live in Ninjago City, it was straight-up a disaster. Having the monastery and the Bounty was a huge blessing. There was no rent to pay and absolutely no worries about going to work everyday. Here, you could see the mountains, the birds, and smell fresh air. It wasn't possible to have such luxuries in the city.

"You're right." you agreed. Jay raised a brow. "But?"

You sighed. "Sometimes it's tiring. It...it feels weird when we don't have any crime to fight. It gives me so much time to think, but then I start to wonder about what could have been better. Someone's always getting hurt, someone's always going missing, and I won't say any names, but it's worrisome. It's tiring and..."

Jay met your gaze. "You know, my dad used to tell me this when I wasn't feeling my best. He said that sometimes it's good to sit down and breathe. He called it 'resetting' and I think that's something you need to do." Jay pursed his lips together. You didn't need to be telepathic to know he was thinking hard. "Jay--"

"Stay here, I'm going to get something." You wanted to tell him you didn't need anything, but how could you say no to that cute face of his? Jay sprinted out of the room, leaving the door ajar as you sat up in bed. A few moments later, he came back with paper facial masks and iced tea. The glasses clicked as he set the tray down by your bed, the liquid swaying with the floating pieces of ice.

"I bought these masks for you. Nya said you like this brand, but since there's two, I'm going to do it with you." There was a bright smile on his face as he ripped open one of the packages. You peered up at him. "What kind is it?"

"This one's aloe and," he held the other one up, "this one's honey. Which one do you want?" You scanned the packages, weighing out the options before choosing (your choice).

It was nice to sit back and enjoy a cup of iced tea, much less alone with Jay. The soft bed seemed to blanket you like a cloud. Warm...bouncy...

You closed your eyes. It was nice and quiet, save for the occasional joke Jay threw out. But it wasn't like you minded. It was, after all, part of his charm.

"Feeling better?" Jay suddenly said. You nodded and took a sip of your tea. "Yes. Much better."

"What a shocking revelation." You shared a laugh together. It was short, yet sweet, warm, and filled with love. You pecked his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you more."

[digitalcomfortspot]

(All artwork accompanying this fic was doodled by the amazing @mxgumshoe! Go commission them!!!)

"Come on, Stone...! Hang in there!"

Zenigata sat over his partner as they writhed and whimpered under the heat of the fever. Their entire body was burning to the the touch, and they had lost consciousness an hour ago. The poison that fiend had given him was working far faster than anticipated, and Zenigata was getting worried that Lupin and the gang might be too late.

The antidote to the poison they'd been shot with was used as a ransom for Interpol, the monsters who concocted the poison holding it for a whopping 2.7 billion euros. If they wanted Stone- and several other downed civilians- to live, they'd have to fork over the cash or steal it themselves.

Koichi had practically begged Lupin and the gang on his knees, even if it was just a telephone call. He was close to tears when he asked them to steal it for him, and once they heard his partner in crime catching was involved, they agreed readily.

Now, it was just a waiting game.

Koichi paces, hands holding his hat against his chest. Worried thoughts raced through his head, as he waits. And waits. And waits.

Eventually, he practically wears a track in the carpet, and decides to sit.

When he hears Stone stir, he practically jumps to their side. "Stone-!!!"

"Hh... hey, Zeni...ga..." They try to say, but it turns into a flurry of wheezing, harsh gasps as they try to sit up.

"Don't strain yourself, partner! Lay back down, Lupin and the gang should be here any minute now...! Come on, now, lay back down!" He says, gently leading them back against the mattress with a hand on their head.

"Ze... zenigata... please..." They try to speak.

"What? What is it?" Worry paints his face, as he runs a hand gently theough their fading hair. With all the work, they hadn't been able to re-dye it, and it was fading to brown again.

It was funny how he noticed those tiny details more than ever in times of danger... like Laura's eyes in the sunlight. He blinks away the burning sensation of tears.

It won't be like Laura. It can't be like Laura. He won't let it be.

Not again.

"... i-in case I don't... make it-" They try to say, looking up at his with cloudy, tired eyes, but he interrupts them.

"Yer gonna make it! Don't say that like you're dying on me...!!" His eyes fill with tears, and he holds their hand tightly, his other hand still brushing back their sweat slicked hair out of their face.

They give him a pained, soft smile. "I... heh... a-always stubborn... hh...." They grimace, feeling pain flare into them again, before they try again. "Just... l-let me say this... please..."

He nods, leaning forward. "What is it, Magnus...?" He sounds like he's breaking, voice crackling with emotion and sorrow. Not like this... not like this, please, whatever powers that be, he thinks. Not like this.

"I-I..." They look up at him, with a soft expression pushing througu the agony.

".... K-Koichi, I... I lo-"

Just then, the door bursts open, and in clambers the gang all at once. Lupin holds out the bottle of pulls he'd swiped, he and Jigen covered in bruises. Goemon was mostly unscathed, and Fujiko seemed to be checking behind them to make sure no one followed. No smiles were to be found this time, just panicked expressions.

"Pops-!! I got it!"

Magnus' words are forgotten momentarily, as the inspector springs forward, teary eyed as he shakes out two pills and rushes back.

"Take these...! Please!" He begs, and helps them tilt their head back. "Easy, now, that's the way..." He's strong for them as he helps administer the medicine.

They smile weakly, as they lean into the hand under their head. "Th.. thank you..." Glassy eyes look around the room, and they sigh in relief as they pass out finally, less anxious and in much less pain as sleep takes them.

Zenigata nearly has a conniption. "-!!! Stone?! Stone, no!!!"

"Easy, Pops! You'll wake 'em up!" Jigen gently rests a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. The inspector blinks, looking confused.

"Bwuh?"

"One of the ingredients in here is melatonin, Pops! They need rest before the meds get into their system. They'll be okay." Lupin gives him a reassuring smile.

He takes a moment to process, and then nods resolutely, pulling up a chair beside his bed and just... waiting.

"... you gonna wait there all night, huh?" Fujiko asks, smiling a bit as she saunters up.

"Of course I am! He's my partner! I'm not gonna let them sit through this alone!" He exclaims, steadfast in his decision.

The femme fatale laughs a little, grinning. "Wow... you've got it worse than I thought! I've only seen you act like this when you think one of us is dead!"

Despite his tears, Zenigata's face turns bright crimson."Wh- hey!!! What's that supposed to mean?!"

Lupin puts a finger to his lips, shushing him with a grin. "Shhh, don't wanna wake up the sleeping angel! We left the rest of the antidote with your boss man downstairs, and they've given us a 24 hour amnesty in return! So long, Pops!" And with that, the gang takes their leave.

He sighs, almost going after them, but...

Stopping when he sees them sleeping so soundly. He has to wait.

He would always wait for him, he thinks, much to his own surprise.

- - -

It's dawn by the time Stone stirs again, Zenigata having been asleep for only a little while now. He'd stayed up all night watching over them, and when the sound of rustling blankets shifts against their body, he gasps and jolts awake again.

"BWUH!!! Huh-?" The inspector blinks, and then breaks into a massive grin when Stone sits up, looking nowhere near as pained anymore.

"Ugh.. God, my head... it worked, I think, but my head hurts something fi-" Stone pauses when they see the inspector's eyes brimming with tears. "Zenigata-?"

"MAGNUS-!!!" He yelps, not caring who might hear, as he leaps forward and practically bowls them over in a big hug.

He bawls, head buried in his chest as he shakes and mutters over and over again, "You're alive, you're alive-!!! Lupin did it, you're alive!!!"

Stone looks surprised for a moment, still weak, but much less in pain. Then... his expression melts into softness, and they wrap his arms around Zenigata's back. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay...!" They smile right back, as he looks up with big, watery eyes and a wobbly smile.

"I don't know what I woulda done if you...!!!" He mutters, holding their gaze before hugging them again.

Stone smiles right back, gently helping to wipe away his partner in crime catching's tears. "Hey... hey, easy, I'm okay...! I'm okay..."

"I promise it won't happen again! I'll always protect you, okay?" Zenigata swears, giving them a squeeze. They wheeze a little, and he eases up.

"Yeah... I'm j-just glad I'm alive." Stone curls into him, and together... They stay like that for a long, long while. They don't wanna let go.

So, neither of them do.

Stone's unsaid words in the haze of near death are forgotten, at least for now. But as Lupin smiles and watches the two curled up together in relief through the window, he knows it's not long now.

Once those two got together, it was just a matter of asking them into the gang...

And then they could all finally have a happy ending. One where this was all just a bad dream. One where Zenigata was treated fairly, and Stone could be with him without worrying too much about being the only one who truly believed in ol' Pops.

Once they got together, the plan would be set into action. Lupin grins at that.

Now, if only those two would stop dancing around the damn subject.

[ssin-ent]

Underwater

Requested: taeyong yuta reader threesome

note:I'm so sorry for the wait, I fell sick while writing this, I did my best to finish it🙏

[warning: poly!yuta/taeyong , smut, fem reader, shower sex, teasing, dom yuta, sub taeyong , switch reader]

It was night, Yuta and Taeyong wereplaying in the pool as you were sitting by the edge, your feet resting in the refreshing water of a hot summer night. As your two boyfriend spalsh each other water landed your shirt, You splashed water back, creating a big mess , water splashing everywhere.

Completely soaked you didn't care and jumped in the water, your clothes still on as you started a water fight. Your white shirt now completely see theough which Taeyong definitely noticed, you heard him giggle, blushing when you looked at him and caught him staring at your chest for a bit too long.

You smirked at yuta who seemed to understand what was going on in your mind.

"Baby, what you're staring at? Don't you know it is very rude to stare at people ?" Yuta said teasingly and taeyong stutered, not noticing the teasing intention in Yuta's voice.

Your breast fully exposed despite the material of your shirt, your nipple on display made Taeyong's blood south at the sight,he was blushing a bright res,being in the pool of the hotel , a thousand thoughts crossed his mind, unable to stop them.

Yuta noticed how Taeyong was trying to cover the bulge forming in his pants. He straddled closer to the boy, like he was hisprey to kiss his neck, nipping at the skin as his hands wandered on the front of his swimsuit , palming him.

Taeyong squirmed in Yuta's hold as his eyes were still fuxated on your chest.

"Arent you scared someone will see you like this? Hard and a mess just from my hand" Yuta murmered, Taeyong just whined, feeling to embarassed -and turned on- " Naughty boy."

Taeyong tensed when Yuta grope him harder, You joined the two, kissing the blushing boy who whined when you bit on his bottom lip making him buck his hips in Yuta's hand.

"Look at her, you soaked her baby boy, let’s go back to our room so Y/N can change"

Taeyong just nodded without a word.

Once in the hotel, you took a shower soon joined by your two lovers.

Yuta’s lips found purchase on your skin , his hot breath on the back of your neck sending tingles all over your body as Taeyong’s lips were on your breast, sucking one of your nipples his mouth eagerly, the earlier events made him so desparate to touch them, to touch you. 

He was moaning loudly around the nun, squeezing the flesh without a hint of softess, making you feel how needy he was as tried to hump against your thigh in the process.

At the same time, yuta dipped his hand down, running his finger over your entrance: “god who got you this wet kitten ?"

Taeyong, without warning took Yuta’s  fingerd and brought them to his lips ,staring at your eyes as he licks the digits, your insides clenched and you heard yuta swear under his breath at the sight before Taeyong sinks down onto his knees and delves his tongue into you.

He grips your thighs, pullling you more against his face, moaning when he sucks on your clit and you buck your hips, Yuta is playing with your nipples, massaging your breasth. You feel one of his hands leave your sides to roam all over your body, making you shiver as you thrown your head on Yuta’s shoders and he takes the opportunity to kissyour neck, sucking a mark everyone wil notice in the morning, he nips at the skin and you whimper as Taeyong is now thrusting his tongue into you.

His needy moans are turning you on even more, seeing how eager and desperate he is makes you cum in a few, biting your lips in a loud whine as you coat his lips and chins with your wetness. He continues to eat you out despite your breathless attempts tyo stop him, but you're too fucked out from your orgasm to pull him away, instead Yuta does

” don’t be selfish and let me have a taste too baby boy" he grips him by the hiar, pulling him up as Yaeyongs whince in pain, his cock twitching at the feeling before Yuta guides him close to him. Pulling him into a lewd and messy kiss.

Taeyong feels precum running down his thghs, his nails digging in yuta’s hips as he does his best to not grind against him. Yuta tastes you on the boy’s tongue and lips before pulling out of the kiss, leaving Taeyong flushed, flustered and ever so turned on.

“Good boy” yuta smirks and pats his ass.

Before he starts to gently stroke taeyong’s cock who whimpers from sensitivity

“Good boys deserve rewards right?” Yuta says staring right into Taeyong’s eyes who gulps loudly.

You moan, trying to get Yuta’s  attention as you approach the twos.

“ho baby, I’m going to fuck you so good. Be good for me and give Taeyong his reward while you take my cock, okay sweetheart?” e says while taking your chin in between his fingers, stroking the skin.

He always had the two of you putty in his hands no matter what it did, to be honest it was almost annoying, but when he talked this sweetly it was hard to deny him.

You turned to Taeyong, expectation clear in his eyes and leaned in to kiss him sweetly, his soft lips moving with yours, just when he became too eager, trying to pull you closer and intensify the kiss you pull away. The poor whined at the loss, still not arguing further despite all the teasing he has endured

“Good boys take what they’re given” you said as you push him againt the bathroom wall, positioning yourself on all four at his feet. You see his dick twitch in anticipation, playfully you lick the underside up his tip, the small action making him whimper loudly and throw his head back in the process.

Proud of your effect, at first you lightly sucked on the tip, getting to taste the flowing precum on your tongue before Yuta is stretching you out with his cock in one thrust, going deep inside you, knowing you liked to be filled to the brim by him, liking to feel every drag of his cock inside you.

His thrust was so forceful it made you lurchforward, forcing you to engulf Taeyong’s cock, making it hit the back of your throat. but soon as Huta starts to move inside you, you attach your lips back on the boy in front of you, bopping your head and licking his shaft.

Yuta grips your hips hard, giving your ass a spank as he feels you clench around his cock, you can't stop from moaning around Taeyong’s, finally getting relief, the sting of his hand just sending you closer to your climax.•as ou do your best to concentrate on Taeyong as your high is approaching soon, your walls fluttering around Yuta.

You lick at the slit every now and then, knowing it is his sensitive spot. Yaeyong whines loudly the more your tongue grazes it, squirming in between your hands as he tries to keep his composure, pawing at the wall behind him, desperatly trying to hold onto something as he comes down your throat.

He looks so fucked out, hair a mess, eyes glossy and cheels flushed, he looks adorable and it makes you want to ruin him but you don't have much time to give to your daydream as your high is coming closer and closer, Yuta hitting your sweet spot dead on each time.

Quickly, you're both coming,, his cum running down your thighs.

Yuta pats your ass, exhaustion evident in his voice:

"We really need to take a shower now".

[notwxrriors]

OH my GOD??!!?!? otto running his fingers theough his hair oh my god otto runingn his fibgers thriugh hus hairohmygod ottor unnning his finbgers through sih HAIR OH ITS A THOUGHT

IIIITS A THOUGHT!!!

like...hair damp from sweat, hanging into his face, not even pausing fucking aws nut running his fingers through his curls, lips parted a bit, breathing heavy,,,,uh huh,,,,

[stellarune]

Tw; s*icide attempt. Not sure what this is.

Dex and his mom start getting in fights a lot as he starts to get more and more depressed (and more and more irritable) because of how lonely he is and everything. Kesler tries to talk to them both about it, but their both hellishly stubborn and he can’t do much other than remind them that they do love each other very much despite how much they argue and yell at one another. The triplets start to notice, and it’s stressing them out. Bex has started to fail one of her classes and all of them are having trouble listening to Dex slamming his door as Juline gets upset with him for yelling at her.

But, then, they’ll just have times where it’s just them in one room of the house and Dex will put his head on his mom’s legs as they watch tv together. They’ll talk about things and Dex will tell her about a boy or maybe a girl he has a crush on and who just might like him back. Juline will listen and brush her fingers through his hair, just happy to finally be able to talk to him without him getting so upset or annoyed or defensive.

Then, one night, Dex can’t seem to take anything anymore and he just wants everything to stop. Bex is the one who finds him and even though he’ll be okay, Juline is sick over it. They all are, but she’s convinced that she just didn’t listen enough and that she pushed her own son away. She can’t go through losing her oldest son again.

Dex, on the other hand, wakes up in the healing center to his family sleeping all around him. The triplets are all sharing a cot, while his parents are in chairs. Kesler has his head leaned back, but Juline is asleep on his cot, by his legs. Dex can’t help it and just silently cries, praying that none of them will wake up just yet. He wants to collect himself before he apologizes so that it doesn’t come out all scrambled.

This, however, does not end up happening of course. Juline wakes up to see him with his hand over his mouth, just trying not to make any noise, but failing. Painfully failing.

She does what they used to do on the nights when they weren’t fighting; she runs her hands theough his hair. Before she knows it, she’s crying too.

Pretty soon after Dex has calmed down and everyone has woken up and he’s said all that he can think of to say to them- promises that he’ll never do it again, that he’s sorry, that he loves them more than the world, and that he’ll do anything to make it up to them, especially Bex- he talks with his mom. Just about everything.

Juline listens, forcing herself not to do that mom thing where she jumps in every now and again to comment on certain things. She just listens. And, for the first time in a long time, she allows herself to be vulnerable too.

She tells him that her teenage years weren’t that much better either and apologizes for not noticing something sooner even though Dex tells her that she couldn’t have and that it’s okay; that they’ll be okay.

Soon enough, Elwin discharges Dex to go home and gives Kesler a list of ingredients for Dex’s new medication. It should help his depression and anxiety.

And Juline and Dex still fight and the doors are still slammed, but Bex isn’t failing her classes anymore and Dex has started to join them all for breakfast again. And they’re all back to having movie nights with cinnacreme.

Dex finally starts coming to Juline when things start to get hard again. She doesn’t force him to talk to her like she used to try to do either. It helps.

And there are still hard days where Kesler has to remind them that Dex loves Juline or Juline loves Dex. But maybe, just maybe, things really will be okay someday soon. And they both believe it for the first time in a long time.

anon, first off, if this is projection, do you need a hug ? and my inbox and dms are always open for you 

and second off, m y HEART anon, MY hEART dex doesnt deserve this (yes, i know how hpocritical of me this is) but aaaaaaah

[trustsalvatorewriting]

wasteland, baby! || kol mikaelson - chapter two

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, things don’t turn out the way he expects them to.

Word Count: 1,485

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten

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❝ they say a woman's first blood doesn't come from between her legs, but from biting her tongue ❞

The first time Aniya met the Mikaelson siblings, she'd been running through the village, playing hide-and-seek with Vihaan. Their hut was only a few paces from Esther's home, and the smell of warm broth always hung in the autumn air.

    She found herself staring at the strings pendants by the window. Most of the men in the village were Vikings. They'd taken wives during their travels; beautiful, pale women with straw-blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Mikael's wife, Esther, had hair reminiscent of an orange sunset, and earthy brown eyes. She'd always worn a locket around her neck: the symbol of a powerful witch.

   From the window hung several herbs and necklaces, though Aniya found herself drawn to one in particular. A small, teal crystal hung from brown twine. Her own mother had refused to purchase jewelry, insisting that she wouldn't be worthy until she was reborn into her new life. She would've given anything for an earthly object she could call her own.

    It was Rebekah that greeted her at the door. She's stood behind Aniya and tapped her shoulder, a bright smile on her face. "Hi!"

    "Hello," Aniya nodded. Rebekah was seven, only two years younger than her.

    The Mikaelson girl smiled brightly, showing her missing front teeth. "My name's Rebekah! What's your name?"

    "Aniya." She gave the blonde a gentle smile. "Is this your home?"

    "Yeah. Do you wanna come in?"

    The little witch nodded lightly, and Rebekah took her wrist and pushed the door open, pulling her in. Immediately, the girls were greeted by broth warming over a fire, and Esther Mikaelson standing above the cauldron.

    She greeted the girls with a smile. "Rebekah. And you -- a descendant of the Grover coven, yes?" When Aniya nodded, she gave her a kind look and went to hug her. "It's lovely to meet you."

    "Come!" Rebekah pulled on the older girl's wrist, dragging her through a curtain and into another room. It was much smaller, with only only two windows and two boys sitting at opposite sides of the hut. The Mikaelson girl ignored them, instead bringing Aniya to a pillow and a blanket and fishing out a few wooden toys. "My brother made these for me."

    Rebekah put two of the figures into Aniya's hands, looking up with a smile on her face. Aniya grinned and held them up to the light: a soldier on a stallion, and a wolf. They were beautiful.

    Not two weeks later, Rebekah gifted the wolf to Aniya as a present. She hadn't given her a reason, but the young witch was thankful nevertheless. She'd hidden it for two years before Baba found it and tossed it into the fire.

    Ten minutes had passed before Vihaan came into the hovel, out of breath and exhausted. "There you are."

    "Is this your brother?" At the time she hadn't known it, but it had been Elijah that had spoken.

    "Yes." Aniya found herself staring down at her hands. The game was over. She would have to go home.

    "Come on," Vihaan insisted. "Mama said we have to practice."

    "Right," she whispered under her breath. Aniya lifted herself up from Rebekah's bedding, placing the toys back into her hands.

    The blonde looked up sadly. "Will you come back?"

    Aniya nodded mindlessly, following her brother out of the home. The nine-year-old boy gently took her hand, leading her back to their home as though she were a stray cat. It wasn't until that night, when she'd found a teal crystal on the inside of her pocket, that she'd decided she would visit the Mikaelsons again in the morning.

⚜

Three days after Aniya's encounter with Kol, Elijah found himself standing in the doorway of her bedroom, knocking on the open door. She was sat against the bedframe, holding herself in such a way that made her long no different than a scared child. Her eyes were trained on the afternoon sun that streamed in through her open windows, a sense of longing radiating from the young girl in front of him.

    Upon hearing his knock, her eyes toward him. She was expressionless in her greeting, though he supposed it should have been justified. "Elijah."

    He offered her a light smile. "I hope I'm not intruding."

    "It would have been intrusion four nights ago. Now, I appreciate the company." Her eyes seem to drift back to the outdoors. The dance music faded that once played at night, had transformed into trumpets and violins during the day. The music never seemed to fade. "I understand why you were so drawn to New Orleans."

    Elijah furrows his brows, taking a few steps into the room. He peeks theough the cremé curtains, eyes falling on the people below. He hums. "Yes, Niklaus is rather fond of this city. It was our home, once."

    "It must be beautiful." She whispered, and her chest began to ache. A thousand years chain to Death, and nothing to show for it but scars and the inside of a New Orleans home.

    "It is," he agreed. "I assume you're enjoying your stay?"

    She shrugged, watching as Elijah took a step toward the bookshelf at the corner of the room.

    "These books have been here for centuries." He pulled a red one out of the shelf, opening it to the first page. He smiled, tracing his fingers over something at the front before struttimg toward Aniya. "This was a collection of poems written by Emily Dickinson. I retrieved it from her descendants not long after her passing. She writes quite beautifully, though most of her themes do surround nature and the concept of death. I think you'll enjoy her work."

    Elijah handed the book to the girl, and nodded when she looked up for reassurance. The girl ran her fingers over the dried signature of Emily Dickinson, then flipped the page to begin reading. After a moment, she glanced up again.

    "I can't."

    "I insist," he pushed the book towards her.

    "No, I can't." Aniya shoved the book toward him, a flame seeming to ignite. "I don't understand these letters, Elijah. I can't read it."

    "Oh." He seemed to swallow his words then, nodding and closing the book in his hands. Her motor skills weren't something he'd paid much attention to. When she'd died, people had written in Elder Furthark, an old Germanic alphabet that has long since died with the Vikings. Modern-day writing was scribbled nonsense in her eyes.

    "I apologize," He murmured before clearing his throat. "If you'd like, I could find you a tutor. Someone to teach you the modern alphabet so you won't have so much trouble."

    "What I would like is to leave the Abattoir, Elijah." Aniya found herself raising her voice, frustrated that no one seemed to listen to her.

    "Aniya, you are wounded. You have scars littering your body in places where it would be physically impossible to survive. You cannot wander the streets of the French Quarter like a common citizen."

    "Why not?" Tears prickled her eyes, and she found herself fighting the burning sensation in her throat. This moment felt all too familiar. "Elijah, please."

    Looking into her eyes, he'd felt his brain go numb. There was a ringing in his ears that only grew louder with each passing second, and the scene in front of him grew blurry, until he could only see blobs of color. A strangled noise came from the back of his throat as he found himself consumed by the world around him.

    "Elijah."

    He blinked, and his vision had returned. As though nothing had ever happened. The Original gulped, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead before turning towards a tray at other end of Aniya's bedroom. Elijah lifted a clean knife and tightly wrapped his hand around the blade.

    "What are you doing?"

    Without another thought, Elijah pulled, creating long slits in his palm and allowing his blood to pour into an empty glass. He winced, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and nodding in Aniya's direction.

    "If you wish to leave the compound, you are free to do so," He stated, "so long as you drink this and allow your wounds to heal. Do you understand?"

    A frustrated sigh left the witch's lips, and she nodded, mumbling, "I understand," beneath her breath. She understood she was a prisoner. She understood she had to leave.

    "I'll speak to Niklaus about obtaining a tutor. Until then, we'll retrieve some art supplies and perhaps a television. Hobbies make modern-day existence much more fathomable."

    He was dismissive, and she knew then that he wouldn't speak to her for another few days. Her eyes fell on the glass at her bedside, filled halfway with a thick, red liquid. It took every muscle in her body not to shatter it.

[svudrabbles]

How about one where Olivia gets jealous when another mom (one of Noah’s friends) flirts with fem!reader at one of Noah’s games (you pick the sport) especially when Olivia has been working really hard on a case, so she has been missing out on spending time with them. Angst + fluff at end pls I hope this makes sense because it sounds better in my head. Anyways, love your writing! You are really good!

Thank you so much!! This is a really great prompt, sounds great on paper too lmao. I chose dance because that’s what we saw most recently on the show...and also it made a neat storyline in the fic. Hope you enjoy!

Noah’s mid season performance review at the dance academy was today. You had informed Olivia of this last week, and she had promised both you and Noah she would be there. You hated to say it, but you weren’t sure if she’d show. She’d been at work constantly since the beginning of the month working this new case, and while you understood the importance of her job, sometimes it felt like she shoved the two of you to the side.

On the way to the academy, Noah had seen upset in the back seat, so of course you inquired as to why.

He said, “I don’t think mommy is gonna show up...”

Your eyebrows furrowed in sadness , and you sighed. “Noah, she just texted me that she’s leaving work in ten minutes. She’ll be here.”

He sighed, looking out of the window, and didn’t respond.

Yeah. You didn’t exactly believe your words either. But you could hope.

When you arrived, there were parents lined up against the massive wall to wall mirrors. Olivia wasn’t here yet. You took your seat at the end of the line, although Noah hadnt left your side.

“Mama,” he pouted, “where’s mommy?”

“She’ll ve here, love.” You hugged him tightly. “Go see your friends, okay? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

All of a sudden, a woman and a little girl entered the room. She gasped at the sight of Noah and ran toward the two of you. “Noah! Look! My mommy got me a new leotard. Wanna see?”

Noah turned his head toward his friend, and almost as if he forgot entirely about his nervousness, he grinned. “Hi, Lilliah! Yeah!”

The girl named Lilliah took him by the hand and dragged him over to the cubbies where she practically ripped off her coat and began modeling her new sparkly leotard.

You felt someone take a seat next to you, so you turned your head and almost gasped at the sight.

“Y/N?” Grace laughed in surprise.

Grace was...an old friend of sorts. You were a dancer growing up, and had made it into a company by the time you were eighteen. Grace and you had made this accomplishment together, but once you left the company, you’d completely lost touch.

“Grace!” You smiled happily, bringing the woman into a huge hug.

“My God it’s been so long.” She squeezed you tightly. “Where have you been?”

You pulled away, your eyes searching her person. Her thick blond curly hair was swept into a messy bun, her sparkling blue eyes were alive with excitement as they usually were. Her white teeth broad in a grin. As much as you were friends, Grace was also your ex girlfriend.

“Ah, around.” You shrugged. “I actually teach dance at another studio.”

“Very nice. I always expected that from you.” She chuckled, squeezing your thigh.

You looked down at the sudden touch with raised eyebrows.

“I guess my daughter is friends with your son.” She mentioned, motioning toward the two little kids who were running around together giggling.

You smiled. “I guess so.”

“Makes sense. We were always good friends.” She winked.

You blushed. “Yeah. We were huh?”

“I met Lilliah’s dad not soon after you dropped out of the company. He was sort of a cope, I think. We became...acquaintances with benefits.” She shrugged. “I got pregnant with her, he skipped out.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry, Grace.”

“It’s okay.” She chuckled. “Lily is the best thing in the world. Im glad it happened. But I do wish you’d been around.”

You sighed. “I’m sorry, I just...when I left, I didn’t want any reminders of why I had to go.”

“I know.” She nodded, her hand on your thigh ran inwardly. “I don’t blame you. I’m just glad fate brought us together again.”

You cleared your throat, pushing her hand away. You looked toward the door, and Olivia was standing there, staring at you, hurt in her eyes.

Fuck.

“That’s my wife, actually.” You mentioned to Grace. “My sons other mother.”

The blond raised her brows. “Oh...”

You stood, going over to Liv, and making a point of hugging her tightly. She hugged you back.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You mumbled.

“Who is she?” Olivia questioned. “I don’t like the way she was touching you.”

You sighed. “I’ll tell you later.”

Suddenly you had a small child crash into the both of you. It was Noah. “Mommy!” He grinned wildly. “You really came.”

“I really did.” Olivia grinned down at her boy, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so excited to watch you.”

Almost immediately after she said that, Noah’s dance teacher called out for the kids to take their places, as well as the parents.

***

After watching the performance, Grace had slipped you her number in your back pocket when you weren’t paying attention. She sent you a wink before saying, “If you ever wanna grt coffee anyway.”

Olivia had took note of this, and was upset all over again.

The three of you went out for dinner and ice cream, and then went home. Olivia helped Noah with his bath, and then put him to bed. You were in your room that the two of you shared, cuddled into your side of the bed with a glass of red wine, in one of Olivia’s NYPD t shirts that swallowed you whole.

Olivia came into the room, and eyed you. “We need to talk.”

You blinked, placing your glass on the night table. “Okay.”

“Who was thet woman?” She questioned, shutting the door behind her. “She seemed like she knew you. She could hardly keep her hands off of you.”

You sighed. “Grace is her name. We knew each other at the company, before I left.”

“Knew each other?” She questioned, rummaging theough her drawers for pajamas.

“Shes my ex.” You said softly.

Olivia scoffed. “Of course.”

“Excuse me?” You raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You were completely content with letting her practically finger you in a room full of kids.” Olivia stated nastily. She began undressing, changing into her pajamas.

“What the fuck?” You scoffed. “I shoved her away. You know that.”

“When I got there. How do I know how long it went on before?” Olivia spun on her heels, staring at you.

“Maybe you would have known if you were there!” You exclaimed. “You’re never here. You’re never around to touch me like that, you’re never around to watch Noah. It’s just the two of us all of the time.”

“Y/N, you know how important my work is...”

“And we arent!?” You asked, full of emotion. “Liv, all i want at the end of every day is to cuddle with you, kiss you. Make love to you. But I don’t get to do that. I don’t get to tell you how hard my day was, I don’t get to lean on you, and I live with that because I love you and I know how much your job means to you. But we have to mean something to you too, and it feels like we don’t.”

Olivia’s face became forlorn. She sighed, rubbing a hand through her hair.

You rolled your eyes, turning over on your side so you faced the wall. “Whatever, though. None of that matters. Keep practically pissing yourself all because one woman, who I haven’t spoken to, who I don’t love, touched me the way you should be.”

Olivia was silent, but she walked over to the bed, crawled under the covers, and pressed her body against yours. You melted into her warm touch. She curled around you as your big spoon, her leg going between your two legs, her arm wrapped tightly around your waist. With her other hand, she brushed away your hair, and pressed kissed to the nape of your neck. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around. It’s not fair to you or to Noah...”

Your eyes filled with tears now.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry i got mad, it’s just...when I saw her like that, with you...I hated myself. I should’ve been with you, holding you. She didn’t know you were married because I wasn’t there to let everyone know you’re mine.”

You sighed as she kissed your neck, softly sucking on the skin. “You’re my one and only love, Olivia. I’m proud of you for what you do, I love that you protect the unprotected. I just need you to be with us more than you have been.”

“I will be. I promise. I’ll be here more than I have been.” She mumbled, squeezing you tight. “I love you so much, my love.”

“I love you too.” You turned over, wrapping your leg around Liv’s waist, pulling your body flush against hers. Her hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your back, your side, your tummy.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, if you let me?” Olivia said softly.

You smiled. “I’d love that.”

[thesloppiestbitch]

Bad Guy - Roger Taylor x Reader NSFW

A/N: Whoops I wrote another Roger fic

Lyrics are in bold italics as this is based on Billie Eilish’s song Bad Guy, so I recommend listening to it and reading the lyrics before reading this (also its just an A++ song, highly recommend anyways)

Word Count: ~2,030

Warning(s): Light/implied smut (I think???), little bit of fluff, little bit of angst, probably spelling mistakes

Masterlist

After the show, as the band was leaving the stage, you locked eyes with the blonde. He seemed to be squinting as though he couldn't really see you, but made his way towards you, nonetheless. He lightly shoved aside some of the other women that crowded him, which earned you some glares, to which you responded with a smirk. Once he was close to you, he stopped squinting and it was replaced with a flirty smile.

"Well, hello. Don't think I've seen you around here before; what's your name, beautiful?" He asked, placing his hand on the bar behind you and leaning in slightly.

You smirked and leaned in to his ear, whispering, "Unimportant. Meet me in the bathroom in five."

You stood from your spot and left him standing there, but not before you could get a glance at his dumbfounded expression that soon faded to that of a giddy smile.

▪️

You rose from your knees, gently wiping your bottom lip with your thumb. Locking eyes with the blonde, you smiled, swallowing hard as you watched him try to contain himself.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a finger to silence him.

"Don't say thank you or please. I do what I want when I'm wanting to." You said, doing the buttons of your shirt back up.

"Can I at least get your name now?" The blonde asked, zipping up his pants.

"[Name]." You stated monotonously.

"Pretty name to match a pretty face—" He attempted to flirt before you cut him off.

"Look, hun, both of us already got what we wanted, so you don't have to keep flirting with me, okay?"

"Well... what if I want to see you again?"

You scoffed at this. "We can discuss it over a drink."

Without waiting for his reply, you unlocked the bathroom door and headed for the bar once again.

▪️

"So, [Name], come to pub gigs often?" The blonde, whom you now knew as Roger, asked. He'd been attempting to get to know you over the last half hour, but you weren't biting, and it frustrated him.

"Only when the members are as cute as you," You finally gave in and began to lightly flirt back with him. This made Roger reveal a small smile to you as continued to speak.

"So now you flirt?"

You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. "Must be all the alcohol."

"Oh, c'mon, at least let me have this one,"

You let out a soft laugh. "Alright, fine. I'll let you believe you're finally getting somewhere with me,"

"I believe it because I am." He states matter of factly.

"Listen, love, you don't want to start anything with me."

"And why not?"

"Well, for starters, I'm pretty sure you have a girlfriend?" You questioned, pointing over your shoulder to a dark haired woman who'd been glaring at you two the whole time you'd been in your booth.

"That's not my girlfriend; just some pissy groupie."

"Mmm," You hummed, taking another sip from your glass. "So you're a tough guy," You commented, changing the subject slightly.

"What gives you that impression?"

"Drummers tend to be. Hard to tell looking at you though. Look pretty scrawny; almost like you'd be better fit to hold a guitar,"

"I play guitar too," He mumbled, bringing his beer bottle up to his mouth.

"Like it pretty rough guy,"

Hearing you say this made him choke slightly.

"Don't act surprised. Do you forget what just happened in the bathroom?"

"Not so loud," He hushed.

"What," You sat back, crossing your arms. "Embarrassed to have received what you referred to as 'the best blo—"

"Ssh!"

You smirked. "Just can't get enough guy, chest always so puffed guy,"

He stayed quiet, unsure where you were leading the conversation and almost scared to make a comment.

"I'm that bad type; make your mama sad type, make your girlfriend mad type,"

"I don't have a girlfriend," He reminded you, to which you rolled your eyes.

"I'm the bad guy, Rog, are you really sure you want to get involved with me?"

He nodded. "I've never met anyone like you; you're interesting. I'm curious to see where this goes,"

You smirked, again, upon hearing this and took a large swig, finishing off your drink without even wincing, despite the burn the alcohol left in your throat. "Alright. Let's see where this goes,"

▪️

Two months into a relationship with Roger, you'd both decided it would be a good idea to meet each other's parents as things were going really well. You were meeting his parents first; they'd invited the two of you over for supper. Roger had to remind you to be on your best behavior, but you dismissed him.

At the dinner table, his parents had been making light conversation with you; asking things like where you worked and how you two had met, where you were from. The basics, really.

As you answered their questions, you began to lightly kick what you assumed was the leg of the table. When his father cleared his throat, you flashed an apologetic look, but an idea crossed your mind. Your foot gently went up his leg, pulling the material of his pants with them. He locked eyes with you across the table, but you just smiled innocently and continued telling his mom about what it was like to travel a lot growing up. Eventually, his father had to excuse himself from the table; you smiled, feeling successful.

After dinner, you helped Roger's mom with the dishes. She excused herself to speak with Roger in the other room quickly, and, though they were trying to be quiet, you could hear them plain as day.

"Roger, I'm really not so sure about her—" His mom spoke.

"Well, I am. What's your issue with her?"

"She was playing footsie with your father all throughout our meal!"

"Really, mum? That's quite the accusation, don't you think?"

"It just makes me sad to see you, such a nice person, end up with her..."

"Mum!"

"She's a maneater, Roggie, I can tell!"

"You don't get to degrade my girlfriend. We're leaving. [Name]!"

You played dumb, shaking your wet hands over the water. "Yes?"

"Let's go," Roger spoke as he walked into the kitchen.

You dried your hands off with the kitchen towel that had been hanging on the oven's handle. "Why?"

"I'll tell you when we get home," He held out his hand for you to take, which you did.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Taylor," You gave her a sweet smile, which she seemed to genuinely return. "Mr. Taylor," You smiled to him as well, but once Roger's mom has turned to leave the room, you winked at him. Roger pulled you out the door before you could see his reaction.

"Why'd we have to leave so soon?" You asked once theough the doors of Roger's apartment.

"Mum thought you'd been playing footsie with dad under the table while we ate, and then continued to badmouth you," Roger spoke, shutting the door. You could tell he was angry.

"I was." You said as casually as discussing the weather.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"You're joking, right?"

"No,"

"[Name]," He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "You know you can't just do that!"

You shrugged. "I'm the bad guy, remember? I warned you of this two months ago."

"I remember you claiming to be the bad guy, yes, but I remember nothing of you saying you would seduce my dad, and that's not an excuse!"

"Pfft, I didn't seduce him," You waved him off.

"That's not the point, [Name]!"

"Oh, calm down, Rog, it's not that big of a deal."

He huffed, storming off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

After giving him a few minutes to calm down, you rose from the couch and joined him in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed, arms crossed, staring up at the ceiling. You could tell he was still upset with you. Nothing a little hate sex won't fix... You thought.

You slowly walked towards him before straddling his waist and placing his hands on your waist. He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised.

"If you think you're getting sex after seducing my dad, you're incredibly wrong." Roger stated.

"What can I say? The Taylor men are hot," You spoke softly before undoing a few buttons of his shirt and leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. His grip on your waist tightened slightly; you barely noticed.

"I like it when you take control, even if you know you don't own me, I'll let you play the role," You said, a sultry tone coating every word. Leaning into his ear, you barely spoke above a whisper, "I'll be your animal,"

Upon hearing that, he flung you back into the bed, taking your place by straddling your hips and placing a rough kiss upon your lips, which you happily returned.

▪️

"Remind me again why I can't meet your mum?" Roger asked later that night as the two of you cuddled on the couch.

"She tends to not like the men I bring home,"

"Why?"

"Let's just say she's seen enough of my escapades to pity the men I know. She always tries to warn them about me and tells them to leave while they still can. Eventually, I learned to just stop bringing guys home and let them decide for themselves if they like me enough to stay,"

He hummed in response, drawing mindless shapes on your arm. "Well, if I've already decided I'll stay, does that mean I can meet the mysterious Ms. [Last Name]?"

You laughed. "We'll see. She's the one that nicknamed me 'the bad guy' to start with."

"I don't understand why; you're not bad at anything, you're rather good at most,"

"I'm only good at being bad,"

He laughed at your response.

▪️

For your six month anniversary, Roger decided to bring you to the pub where you two had first met for supper to start the night off. The two of you sipped some drinks and ate your food as you talked about nothing. Until you were interrupted.

"Roger!" A redhead called out, running towards your table.

You both looked at her before you asked him, "Ex?"

"No, never seen her before in my life."

"Oh, I thought you were alone," The redhead scoffed. You noticed Roger's grip on his fork tighten. "Saw your show the other night; you really rocked it. The star of the show, really,"

He forced a smile. "Thank you."

"So who's this skank anyways? Why settle for her when you know you could do so much better?" She winked.

This didn't faze you, so you continued eating and assumed Roger would do the same, but he didn't. You sighed, ready to step in at any moment and stop him from completely embarrassing himself.

"What'd you just call my girlfriend? A skank? You've got to be kidding me; she's a thousand times prettier than you, and she knows how to use her manners and respect a person's private life. You want to talk to us after the show? Fine, feel free, but never, ever, interrupt me or any of the others in the band when we're living our private lives. Got it?" He spat, fury infused in each word.

She gulped, nodded, and ran away.

"You were a little tough on her, no?" You asked with a small giggle.

He shrugged. "Gotta defend my girl,"

You leaned across the table, giving him a sweet kiss. Nothing too passionate, but still enough to show him what he was in for later that night. When you pulled back, you spoke. "I like when you get mad. I guess I'm pretty glad that we're alone. Did she seem scared of me? I mean, I don't see what she sees, but maybe it's cause I'm wearing your cologne."

He smirked, giving you a look that could only be described as hungry. "Remember the first time we met?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, now it's your turn. Meet me in the bathroom in five."

You smiled, nodding as he stood from his seat.