#Reader imagines

[washeduphazbin]

Adam NSFW Alphabet

Here ya go, ya filthy simps.

First time doing a nsfw alphabet so if it’s … bad I’m sorry. Lmk how to improve tho

--Minors DNI--

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At the beginning of the relationship, I don't think this man knew what aftercare was; I mean, there's a reason Lilith left him. Let's be honest. It would take a learning curve and a lot of explaining from you about your needs after sex until he'd realize how important it really was.

Once he got the idea down, he'd be religious with it every time after sex, he'd ask, "What the fuck you needed to feel extra sexy."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

What isn't his favorite body part? Toss up between Boobs, Ass, and Thighs, he loves them all. If you held a gun to his head, he'd say your boobs, big or small, he would NOT CARE. He wants them in his mouth.

Small boobie queens, he'd squeeze them like little stress balls when he's annoyed or anxious.

Big boobie queens, pillows. Need I say more. Calls them bazoingas unironically.

Type of guy to stand next to you talking to Lute and reach out and just squeeze your tits, letting out a HONK. Lute would roll her eyes with a snicker as you flushed, while Adam would look at you with the biggest shit-eating grin.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This guy's cum is thick. milky and warm.

Beads at the tip when you turn him on and likes to cum deep inside you, filling you entirely or on your tits or ass.

Will stare hotly as both your cum spills out of you, as you whimper and whine, usually making him ready for round two.

When you suck him off, he enjoys watching it spill from your lips instead of you swallowing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Adam has one main secret (idk if it qualifies as dirty) but enjoys genuine praise for things he feels proud of accomplishing. It's not like you praising him for exterminating sinners; it's just simple, innocent praise when he does something particularly sweet for you.

A big softie, but only in private and only to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a fuckboy. Sorry, not sorry, he just is. HOWEVER, it doesn't mean he is a star at sex. He's decent at first, but there's a reason Lucifer stole two of his wives. His biggest gripe was he didn't want to reciprocate head, but you broke him off that relatively quick when you squeezed your thighs around his skull for the first time, practically double-killing him.

It was fuckin' hot.

You both have a lot to learn, but you learn together, and the sex is still angelic.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two:

He enjoys cowboy/girl because he's lazy and likes to watch your tits bounce in front of his face.

He also enjoys doggy style, so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds into you, biting your ass cheeks as he goes and slapping.

G = Goofy (are they more severe in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy. He does not shut his mouth; he always has something to say as he's getting intimate with you. It's safe to say he never stops talking, which means he's very vocal about moans, whines, and grunts. It's safe to say he has no filter regarding you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Pretty basic, but the carpet matches the drapes. However, he could be better- groomed. It's safe to say he's definitely hairy, not just there but all over.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Although Adam is definitely more goofy, as discussed earlier, I think sex is intimate and essential to him. While he can be silly, he works his ass and dick off to make sure it's the best sex you've ever had. Oddly enough, when he's alone with you and in a soft mood, he always romantically initiates sex.

Slow and sensual kisses lead to heated make-outs and biting before turning into more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Adam is on the more hypersexual side of the spectrum if you see sex as a spectrum like I tend to. So, if you're not around for some reason, he will probably be cranking one out sometimes more than once a day. Honestly, even if you are around and you're not feeling sex at the moment, he'll pout, but ultimately, go watch whatever heavens' equivalent to porn.

(or videos he's recorded of the two of you ;) )

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Adam would have three main kinks:

Breeding - "All of humanity came from this dick."

Mommy Kink - need I explain more? Dominant women are such a significant turn-on for him; one look when you're in Dommy Mommy mode, and he's on his knees.

Role-Play- If you don't think he'd make you cosplay and act like Sinner who is trying to redeem themselves just for him to role play fucking redemption into you, your opinion is just incorrect. Sorry.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and Everywhere. He doesn't care; if people see good let them know you're both hot as fuck. They're probably green with envy.

His favorite place, though, is on his desk in his office. The thrill of getting caught lights a fire in him that can't be snuffed out without burying himself in your cunt.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I feel like we discussed this one a lot, but I can add a few more. When you're mad at something Hell did or another resident of Heaven. Also, when defending him, think of the "He asked for no pickles" meme, but it's you asking for Adam.

Oh, and of course, you are in any type of lingerie, punk rock, or revealing clothing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Piss, Poop, ya know the classics. He'd also never want to seriously hurt you, maybe a light slap here and there, maybe a little choking, but if he ever hurts you in the act, he's flaccid so quick and on you like a mother hen.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As stated earlier, his preference is receiving; he loves the way you look between his thighs and his thick cock in your mouth. Drool and pre-cum leaking from your lips.

But he has gotten more open to giving and isn't...great, but you're teaching him how to work his tongue and fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He sets a fast and rough pace, hits you deep in your canal, and kisses your cervix, almost like he's trying to hit your womb. He's a feral beast honestly once he starts fucking you and it'd take an act of God to get him to stop.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All the time though not super preferred, He likes to tease you as much as he can before letting you cum, but most of the time you have sex, it's out of the house. It's a constant struggle to keep your hands off one another and, more often than not, sneak off for a quick fuck somewhere before rejoining a meeting, hangout or if Adam needs immediate stress relief.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

So long as it's not on his list of hard no's, I feel like Adam will try anything once if you ask. He's for sure a risk taker and wants you to challenge him with something new, but in the end prefers classic sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last only two rounds, but they usually last. A very long time because he likes to be a little shit.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys, and if you have them and use them, he will absolutely be jealous of them and attempt to make you trash them. But if you say no, he'll respect it. Just be extremely salty.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a brat. It is so unfair that it will test you pretty much through the entire process. He enjoys seeing how much he can overstimulate and edge you before he finally fucks you raw.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So fucking loud. God bless your neighbors if you have any. His groans and moans could shake the entire house, and your whines, whimpers, and pleas for 'harder' aren't any better.

He also laughs a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think he loves to mark you up to prove to everyone that you are his and his alone. I think it would start with a shit ton of hickies, then a joke from Lute saying he should just collar you until he actually does. It's classy and elegant, matches his angelic robes, and has spikes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

So I absolutely headcanon him with a dad bod (sorry, not sorry); I think he also has significant arm and chest hair and a particularly drool-worthy happy trail. He's squishy and you love it even though he can be a little insecure about it at times, you just tell him you love him no matter his shape or size.

He is your Teddy Bear.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HYPERSEXUAL. HIGH. THIS MAN WANTS SOME FUCK.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Passes out quickly afterward and can't go more than two rounds max. Likes to sleep right after but has learned to check on you first before passing out on your tits or chest.

[purplefox4life]

Imagine EAH X Fem!Reader who is an exchange student that doesn't have a destiny at Legacy Day rehearsal

Headmaster, Raven, Apple: Arguing

Fem!Reader: You know if my destiny was like Raven's I don't blame her for wanting to take the risk of "poofing" away. I mean wouldn't you rather go "poof" than get locked up until you die.

Apple: You're just jealous that you don't have a destiny!

Fem!Reader: Your mother got poisoned by her step-mom at the age of 14 and got kissed by a stranger that was 30 while she was unconscious. I would be concerned for myself if I felt any jealousy towards... that.

This popped into my head at like 4am. It's currently 5.30 and I haven't slept. Should I make this brainrot into a fanfic?

[ioniansunsets]

AAA HI i adore all your heartsteel content so much!! could i humbly beg for some ezreal content? <3 thank you!!

✖ Heartsteel!Ezreal Crushing On Photographer!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.3K

✖ Tags: Mutual Pining

✖ A/N: Everyone around you two ships you guys together, you and Ez are just oblivious. Maybe if you guys like this we’ll write a confession or established r/s sometime <3 This is shorter than usual but I hope it's still cute!

✖ Wrote This Listening To: https://open.spotify.com/track/79O9h4Q9w1X6w3tHTJSu8y?si=303aa73e776b48a9 Felt it was appropriately what Ezreal would listen to hype himself up everytime he sees you.

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How did he even end up like this really.

Ezreal sits quietly in his dressing room. Leg shaking, fingers tapping the table, he’s jittery, anxious, so unlike him. So unlike the proud glimmering star that he knew he was. Like, he knows he looks great, his hair is styled now, he has all his makeup on making his already stunning features all the more enchanting. He’s properly styled in new branded clothes, all pinned to fit him perfectly, his waist and abs on show in the tight fitting top. He knew he looked fucking amazing but for some reason he just couldn’t help but to doubt himself. You were out there waiting after all. You were the one waiting for him to act all cute and charming. You were the one who knew how to make him look the best he ever has in almost every single photo. This was really so unlike him! Ezreal laughs at his insecurities, about to run his hands through his hair before realizing that the hairdresser was glaring at him. He holds back.

Instead, Ezreal sighs. Leaning back into the plush chair. The stylists fussing over him and holding up all these sponsored outfits for him, asking which he wants to wear next for the new magazine spread. Yet…all he can think about is how he would look in front of you. What would you like? Did you even like his type of cute and charming? What if you were more into people like Yone or Kayn. Ezreal pouts just thinking about it. It was unfair that you got to photograph them all, he just wishes he could keep you as his own personal photographer. So unfair that you got to look at all the other guys the same way you looked at him. But honestly, ask anyone of your friends and co-workers and they’ll tell Ezreal how special he was. How his fears were unfounded for he somehow was the perfect model for you. The way all of your best works and award winning shots were of Ezreal? How you stayed up editing multiple photos of his photoshoot photos, wanting him to look as stunning as possible. Everyone could tell you were a big fan, everyone except Ezreal himself.

So as he steps out and the studio lights hit him, the sparkle of his shimmery makeup making him look as ethereal as possible you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. Truly stunning, there was no other way to describe this idol other than that he was absolutely stunning.

“ Hey there. Uh yeah, let’s do this.”

Well that was awkward, he gives you a practiced wave and walks over to the set. Sitting with his legs crossed on the decorative throne. Head resting on his hands as he poses himself for you. You snap away, Ezreal fishing for praises from you, a bright smile on his face. Both of you doing your best to ignore the obvious blush on his face, it was just makeup right? Definitely just makeup.

The rest of the shoot went by smoothly. Honestly, being the one to get such up close and personal shots of Ezreal was…nice. After the makeup artist and stylists touch up his makeup, his eyes slowly make their way to you. He watches you fiddle with the camera while the other employees fuss over his hair and face. Taking in the sight of your serious expression as you pick the best shots. The way the corners of your lips curve up into a smile when you find good shots. Laughing softly to himself as he watches your nose crinkle when you scroll past a bad photo. Suddenly you look up and wave at him.

“ Hey Ez, which would be better? I’m not sure if the blue or yellow lights are the way to go for this one so I’m leaving it up to you.”

You call out to him during the break between set changes to take a look. Hand out to beckon him over.

“ Hmm? Can I See?”

Ezreal thanks the stylists working on him before he blinks over behind you. Carefully, he leans over your shoulder, hands reaching over to cover yours as he tilts the camera and the screen up towards him. A slight look of wonder on his face as he flips through the photos, amazed at how good you somehow make him look. Unedited photos and he already looks so good? Damn how did you give him such sex appeal while making him still look so cute. Gods bless you for being good at your job. Clicking left and right over and over before he finally decides on the one he wants.

“ Honestly the blue looks super good on my skin-”

As Ezreal turns to look at you with a smile on his face he pauses suddenly. Alarmingly aware of how his hands are on yours, how your face is a mere breath away, how your back was pressed against his chest, how your gorgeous sparkling eyes widen as you stare back, also suddenly shockingly aware of how close he is to you.

Ezreal swallows hard.

An awkward laugh leaving his lips as he blinks at you. If the two of you weren’t so caught up in the moment, you’d see the other staff members turning to look away, trying to give you two a semblance of privacy during this tender moment.

“ Sorry I didn’t-”

“ No don’t worry I don’t mind!”

After another moment of awkward silence, staring at each other, the two of your burst out laughing. Ezreal giving you a quick hug after he lets go of your hands. Friendly! Nothing too weird or out of character for him! Just Ezreal being Ezreal!

Only the pink dusting on both your cheeks hint at anything more between you two. But he was an idol and you were but his work colleague, a photographer. There can’t be anything between you two. You wave off the thought and thank him for his input as you pull the expensive camera close to your chest again.

“ I’ll uh, work on these and get them back to your manager tomorrow.”

“ Mmm, and thank you for your hard work as always. I look forward to the photos.”

Ezreal’s expression changes to a soft smile as he lovingly looks at you before he pauses and pulls out his phone. Doing his best to change the subject to relieve the awkward tension that now hung in the air around the studio.

“ Oh Yeah! I used our last shoot photo as my wallpaper! It was that good! I forgot to give you feedback on how much I liked it. Or maybe I did…hmm…”

He laughs, holding up his phone screen with a the solo shoot photos from a few weeks back. Trust this proud idol to use his own photos as his lock screen and home screen.

“ I am honored you like it that much then but yes, you blew up my messages with thanks when I sent it to you. Don’t worry, I know you love it.”

As you laugh in return, giving him a similarly warm smile from such close proximity, Ezreal feels his chest tighten. The furious beating of his heart was sure to give him a heart attack. A stupid love struck look on his face now.

“ I’ll go um, change for the next set. See you later.”

Before you can reply he blinks away back into his dressing room. The cycle of anxiety to repeat yet again. This was going to be a long shoot day…

[iluv-m]

Asking your much taller boyfriend to do the book tok trend 1.

“He leaned against the door frame”

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I think I’m gonna be more active now and gonna work on this series so stay tuned 😋

-M

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He knew about your love for books and how actively you spend money on books as well, so of course he was bound to pick up a few tricks from your books (he doesn’t tell you but he secretly reads them at night to learn new ‘tricks’ to see your lovely flustered face. So when you asked him to do this he wasn’t totally surprised considering the entire book tok and all the couples were absolutely obssessed with it.

“Sure.”

His response made you think for a minute. Normally he wouldn’t agree for your ideas and things you would wanna try from books , romantic movies etc. While you were thinking about this new change in behaviour, you noticed him holding your wrist and taking to the nearest door and released your hand when you both were under the frame.

‘God- was he always this tall’ you thought to yourself and stared into his eyes while he stared into yours.

His right hand went up to grab the top of the doorframe while his left grabbed your chin gently all while his face was getting significantly closer to yours. He reached forward to kiss you but you tried to run away, forgetting his left hand was still towards you and grabbed your wrist while his right grabbed the back on your neck and went into a slowwwwww kiss moment between you 2. Blushing hard you ACTUALLY ran off to the room this time and closed the door shut to comprehend what had just happened.

“Damn, I should try this more often” and he went to the kitchen to make your lunch.

In the bedroom you plopped down the bed and screamed into the pillow

“WHERE THE HELL DID HE LEARN THAT”

The end 😋😋

[idle-daydreams]

I just saw you post about demon king!Chuuya with a darling with mental health problems and i just got randomly inspired. So if you're comfortable with it i'd like to request something similar.

Basically while darling doesn't try to die or want to, she also doesn't care to live. Like she won't try to die on purpose but also won't stop her death, simply because she doesn't see any value in life. So when he abducted her she was also really chill with it since she couldn't care less. What i would like to request is how Chuuya reacts when she laughs off her near death (i'll leave what happened to you) and how he reacts when she tells him she doesn't think her life is worth the effort (she suffers from severe self-esteem problems).

With love,

An anon ❤️ (i rlly like ur works 😊)

Tw: self-harm, suicidal tendencies, violence, murder, yandere.

You looked out over the carnage in numb silence. The wind whistled over the blood-drenched snow, over the corpses of your father’s soldiers in crimson armor. Their slayer sat perched atop the rocks, framed by the full moon.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“You killed everyone,” you said, taking in the blood seeping into the snow. The decapitated head from which it came was that of your father’s personal physician, an odious man who’d been convinced your listlessness had been a wilful act. The carriage had crushed his corpse as it landed.

“[Y/N], you’re bleeding.”

Your name on his lips drew your attention. You looked away to see him watching you, his expression far more concerned than it should have been. You raised your hand towards the stickiness on your shoulder, wincing as pain lancinated down your arm.

“Careful,” the man said. “You might have broken it. I tried to get you out without running the carriage off the road, but these bastards had a fight in ‘em.”

“I didn’t,” you said. “Not more so than...”

Not more so than anyone would have had their carriage rolled down the mountainside.

Slowly, the man reached out towards you. There was blood staining his fingers, which should have frightened you. Instead it made you laugh.

“Hey, what is it?” the man said as you curled up onto the ground, shoulders shaking. “[Y/N], what’s wrong?”

“You tried to kill me,” you said, giggling. “I nearly died there, didn’t I?”

“What? Hell no, I’d never hurt you!” The man dropped to his knees beside you, grasping your face in his hands to force you to look at him. “Hey, [Y/N], come on! Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe.” you reached out to trace your hand along his cheek, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome, more than any man or woman that you’d ever met. “Who are you, exactly?”

“I’m the Shutendoji,” he said gruffly, placing his hand over your own. “Though you can call me Chuuya.”

“Shutendoji?” You blinked. “You’re the... Drunken Demon.”

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted to take you away so that I can protect you. I just had to get rid of everyone else in my way first.”

To protect me. The words echoed in your head, melding with the recriminations of your father. “I don’t need protection. I would rather have died.”

“What? Don’t say that, [Y/N].” Chuuya leaned closer, grasping your shoulders to hold you in place. At any other time you would have been scandalized to be this close to a strange man all alone, but considering the circumstances you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I’ll say what I like,” you said. “And I am right. Why on earth would you want to protect me?”

“Because I love you.”

This was ludicrous enough to force another laugh from your lips. “What? Why?”

“Why the hell not? You’re great. And I’m keeping you with me.”

“You say you are the Shutendoji, and you say you want me,” you said. “Unless... are you going to eat me?”

“Of course not! I’m never going to hurt you! What part of that don’t you understand?” He shook you slightly, eyes frantic as he met your gaze. “I know what you’re going through, [Y/N]. I’ve been watching you for a while now, watching that motherfucker you call your father has been doing to you. What they’ve all been doing to you. And I couldn’t stand it anymore, that’s why I had to come get you.”

You stared at him, taking in his face, his body, everything he’d done. In some vague, distant way, you understood what he was trying to say, but it was too difficult to comprehend directly.

Chuuya’s eyes tightened. “You don’t believe me,” he said. “You think I’m lying, don’t you?”

“I’m not saying you’re lying,” you said immediately, a reaction shaped through years of mollifying your father. “But if you really love me, then you are on the losing end of that bargain. I’m not worthy of love.”

“That’s what you think.”

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You gestured to the corpses around you. “All of them. Physicians and priests, family members and friends. That’s why they were sending me away.”

“To an asylum, to lock you away forever,” he said with a humorless laugh. “They all got you thinking you were the crazy one, when in truth you're the only sane one out of all of them. The only sane one in a world of crazy people.”

You bit your lip, forbearing to point out that a murderous brute like him could hardly be the arbitrator of sanity. Nevertheless, it was nice to know that someone out there who didn’t think you were a complete waste of space, that you were worthy of being loved.

Its only temporary, your mind reminded you. He’ll soon learn just how pathetic you are. And then he’ll kill you.

“Don’t leave me, [Y/n], please,” Chuuya begged. “I can’t live without you.”

“And what will you do then? Will you keep me locked away as well?”

“We can do whatever you want,” he said immediately. “We can go wherever you want, live however you like. Whatever it takes to make you happy. Just... be with me.”

You looked around yourself one more time. One final time, to seal it in your heart.

“Fine,” you said. “I’ll come with you. Do with me whatever you want.”

"Really?" Chuuya brightened. To your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "I love you, [Y/N], I love you so very much. I promise, we'll be together for the rest of our lives."

[drabblesandimagines]

Unspoken

I might come back and revise this, as I'm not sure I'm completely happy with it, but hey-ho!

Inspired by my constant earache.

Wordcount: 2390

Pairings: Legolas x you

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It had been a long, hard night – that was for certain. You hadn’t got through completely unscathed as there were bruises developing and a few cuts here and there, but at least you still had your life.

As dawn broke, it was a relief as you saw the calvary upon the hill, racing down in their thousands. And that was your mistake - allowing yourself to be distracted, before something cracked into your skull and the world went black.

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Slowly, the world came back into view, albeit in flashes at first. Spurts of light in a field of darkness before it all faded away once more. As the world focused more in front of your eyes, you realized you were in one of the great halls of the keep, which now seemed to be a makeshift clinic. Cots were lined up across the floor, all filled with a wounded soldier, now including yourself.

Then it struck you what was off. There must’ve been hundreds of others in here, there must’ve been chatter, moans of pain, the scuff of boots on the concrete floor but to you there was nothing but ringing – high-pitched ringing, everything muffled behind it.

You shot up, hoping the rapid movement would make the high-pitched tone clear and things would return to normal. Unsurprisingly, it achieved nothing. A hand suddenly gripped your shoulder and you flinched – turning your head to see Legolas sat beside you, uncharacteristically crossed legged, but with a relieved smile on his face. You stared blankly at him, seeing his lips move but no words reached your ears through the barrier of ringing. Slowly, his smile dropped into a frown when you hadn’t responded. His hand squeezed your shoulder and his lips moved again.

“I…” You hesitated. Thinking it was one thing but saying it out loud… “I can’t hear you. I can’t… There’s just ringing.”

He leaned in closer to you, his lips moving frantically. You leant back and rubbed your left ear. You weren’t sure why. Your fingertips came back with tacky blood and you looked back up at the elf – you didn’t need to hear at that moment to know there was concern in his voice, the alarm in his eyes said it all. Your heart began to race – you’d be useless to everyone now in the quest they’d set out upon. You could try to adapt, of course you could, you were an exceptional fighter, but it would take time to learn. Time you or anyone else didn’t have right now...

Firm hands grasped both of your shoulders – you realized you’d been staring off into the distance as your mind raced with all the implications. The sudden touch forced you to look at him. Legolas smiled - you imagined he’d hoped it was reassuring. His lips moved again, maybe more slowly than they had previously, but you shook you head. “I can’t understand you” Were you shouting? Maybe you were shouting.

He paused, a thoughtful look on his face before he gave a slight nod. Legolas opened his arms wide and then almost seemed to hug the air, trying to encompass it all within his arms, before pointing to the right. You stared at him, confused. Was he quite well…? He smiled, before repeating his movements, two, three times, before something clicked in your mind.

“Are you trying to say it’ll be all right?”

Legolas nodded enthusiastically, delighted that you’d put together his performance. He got to his feet and then held his hands out flat in front of him, pulling them back smoothly before throwing them forward. Was he telling you to wait there? Where would you even go? You nodded, “I’ll wait…?” He beamed, before striding out of the hall at great speed.

You reluctantly laid back down on the cot and stared at the ceiling. Maybe if you closed your eyes you could pretend it was just you in this room…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before Aragorn appeared above you, a gentle smile upon his face. He looked weary and wounded, but it was good to see the man in one piece. The ranger offered you his hand and helped you to sit up before he knelt next to you.

Aragorn opened his mouth as if to say something and then stopped, perhaps realizing it would be pointless. He then smiled again and tucked his hair behind his ear and cupped it, then he gestured to your own. Ever the gentleman, asking permission.

You nodded and turned your head, soon after you felt his fingers brush your hair away and lightly pull at your ear lobe in inspection. You stared into the hall, watching some of the women distributing water and food a couple of rows up from you, willing yourself to hear a single word through that awful ringing.

After a moment or two Aragorn moved onto your other ear. You noticed his fingers also came back with that sticky, almost dried blood but he didn’t seem alarmed by its presence. He leaned back and nodded, before squeezing your hand in reassurance.

Legolas soon returned, clutching a scrap of parchment, an ink well and a quill of all things – you couldn’t think of where he’d obtained those in the aftermath of all that had occurred last night. He laid it all down on the floor, uncorked the ink well and dipped the quill, looking expectantly at the ranger. Aragorn’s lips began to move and Legolas began to transcribe in his beautiful calligraphy. It felt like an agonizingly long wait before the elf held up the parchment for you to read.

Aragorn believes that the cause of your hearing loss is due to your eardrums being burst. Do you recall any injury?

You nodded. “I think I took a hit to the head.”

Aragorn’s lips moved once more and Legolas scribbled.

That would cause such an injury. To his knowledge, these heal after some rest and the hearing will return in the next few days.  

You nodded, before Aragorn’s next words made Legolas frown ever so slightly, but the years together had made you an expert at reading his face.

Aragorn suggests we move you to more private quarters whilst you heal.

“No. I don’t want any special treatment.” You directed your words straight at the ranger. In turn, he replied directly to you.

He wouldn’t give you it, but it’s for your safety. It’ll only be for a little while until your hearing returns. I know you won’t like it, but I agree.

You gave Legolas a hard stare for that one. He quickly jotted down another word in response.

Please?

“Fine, but only until I get some hearing back.” You conceded, reluctant but you knew they’d eventually get their way, somehow or another. “And I’m not being there completely alone – I’d expect you all to join me.”

--

You’d settled into a small side room and you had got your wish of company – Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas all joining you. Well, Aragorn always seemed to be up half the night and Legolas varied between how much he wanted. The room was small, so there was little distance between the bed rolls but he’d set his up next to yours and seemed to settle down only to encourage you to do so. Gimli, however, had never seemed so well-rested since this whole journey had begun.

After the joy of seeing Gandalf once more, you settled into a bit of a routine. Day by day, the ringing subsided substantially but everything else still sounded like it was submerged under water. There wasn’t much to do to pass the time – you begged them to give you busy jobs that wouldn’t involve conversation and you could just put your head down and get on with them. One of the days you had accomplished little else than gather blunt blades from the battle and set about them with a whet stone. You’d insisted that this was something you could tackle on your own, but that didn’t stop Legolas appearing by your side constantly through the day. He’d also obtained more parchment and they all took turns noting things down in order to make you feel involved, which you appreciated but it made for awfully stilted conversation. Aragorn made you hot compresses – he’d tried to get you to take some herbs for the pain but you’d declined. There were far more injured men than you who needed the relief, but that didn’t stop him noting every time you winced.

You sensed some tension between Aragorn and Gandalf on the third day – the scowls on both of their faces said enough. The ringing had finally ceased altogether but sounds of the world continue to be muffled beyond comprehension despite how much you strained. You pestered Legolas and Gimli to tell you what about when you were alone in the room that evening, but the elf kept tapping on a previously written sentence.

 It’s nothing for you to worry about.

“You’re not being fair, if you’ve heard something you need to tell me.” You’d pestered, “It’s upsetting enough that I can’t hear, but now that you are keeping secrets from me…”

Legolas’ brow furrowed as there was an exchange of words between the elf and the dwarf. Then he began writing – though you could note a slight reluctance.

Gandalf wants to move on to Isengard. Aragorn refuses until you can accompany us.

“No, I told him that I don’t want any special treatment.” You protested. “You should be gone already!”

This is why I was reluctant to tell you. Aragorn has made his choice and we stick by him. The Fellowship is already splintered enough.

“Where is he?” You stood up, determined to confront the ranger but the elf’s hand grasped your wrist and pulled you firmly back down – luckily the impact cushioned by the bed roll. Your reflexes were usually much better than that but your balance had been somewhat off, something Aragorn had assured would right itself as your ear drums healed.

One hand kept a tight hold of your wrist as he scribbled down on the parchment.

Please. I am not going to transcribe an argument. We will go as soon as you are well enough. Truth be told, Aragorn needs the rest as well. I’m sure it’ll only be a day or two more, if you are patient.

Patience had never been your strong suit. In fact, it had taken you years to learn it and not act on a whim, but you’d been told – and rightly so – that if you wanted to fight you had to tolerate it.

“Fine,” you grumbled, admitting defeat. You laid down and faced the wall, pettily. “Goodnight, then.”

You woke sometime later, but it was hard to tell exactly how long. There was a small slit in the stonework so you could tell it was still dark. You must’ve rolled over in your sleep as you were now facing back into the room and could see Gimli’s slumbering form in the other corner, his chest rising and falling heavily. You were sure he must be snoring. Aragorn’s bed roll was unoccupied, but that wasn’t really a surprise. Apparently he was often found late at night with his pipe, staring up into the night sky in contemplation and did not wish to be disturbed. Besides you, about a metre away, was Legolas – lying poker straight on his bed roll, his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes firmly closed. You weren’t sure how that was comfortable – you’d always slept on your side, an arm under your head as a pillow.

Trying to get comfortable again, you rolled back over to face the wall but your mind no longer seemed to be tired. Instead, dark thoughts swirled around – what if your hearing remained at this level? Aragorn couldn’t hold back forever, and you were still mad that he’d delayed their departure this far due to you. They’d have to leave you eventually, though. You would surely only be a nuisance as communication would go, and though you could still swing a sword around - you’d tried the day you’d sharpened all the blades – you hadn’t accounted for your balance. It had taken time for you to learn how to fight with two swords, but even just with one the weight felt terribly off, and when you’d lunged forward in a thrust technique, you’d nearly gone head-first into the wall.

You were determined, you knew you were – you’d always accomplished everything you’d set your mind to but it had always taken time, and that was something you were very aware was becoming limited. Tears burned at your eyes and you swallowed, before rubbing furiously at them with your hand.

Suddenly, an arm slipped around your waist and you jumped before relaxing at a familiar touch – Legolas. He pulled you over and onto his chest, squeezing your hand. Your head was flat on his chest and you’d missed the sound of his heartbeat, only to feel something different. Vibrations tickled your cheek and you thought he must be singing in a quiet, bass tone. Your heart skipped at his comfort – it was far too dark in there for him to write down reassuring notes when he heard your distress. You squeezed his hand back in a thank you, pushing the unhelpful thoughts deep down in your mind as you concentrated on the comforting pulsations…

--

You awoke the next morning in the same position, but aware something else was very different to what the last few days had entailed. Although slightly dulled, you could hear grunting. You sat up in shock and stared at Gimli.

“What is it?” Legolas’ soft voice came from behind you. You turned back to him and he frowned, reaching for the parchment. “Sorry…” he mumbled, forgetting himself.

“I can hear Gimli snoring!” You beamed. “It’s not as clear as a bell, but I can hear him. And I can hear you!” You were giddy.

“You can?” Legolas smiled in return, reaching for you and pulling you closer. “That is wonderful news, though I have one regret. For you see, I had rather hoped these words would be the first you’d hear…”

He leant in and whispered three words into your ear that made your face flush.

[ahomeformystories]

Night Out

Something I put together at the height of my JJK fandom. It's short and sweet. Suguru x Reader Established Relationship. Suguru gets a bit drunk. Reader is friends with both Satoru and Suguru. Fluff. Some flirting. Word Count: 998

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I went over our text exchange in the group chat once more before stepping out of the car.

Satoru — We’re here at the bar! Why don’t you come pass by! Me — I’m kinda tired from work. Is Suguru with you? Suguru — Yes, I’m here. Don’t worry about it if you’re tired Satoru — You’re missing out on all the girls and guys trying to pick up Suguru you know! He’s also getting kinda drunk Suguru — I am not Me — :| I’m on my way

Before I went to the bar, I made sure to take some time preparing in the bathroom. I looked at my chosen outfit for the day and decided even if it wasn’t usual I’m-going-out-clubbing-tonight attire, it still looked good. I removed my necklace and earrings for a moment to splash some water on my face and dampen my hair. Was I truly ready for this? Probably not. I took deep and slow breaths as I fixed my hair, making sure it looked a little bit more revived compared to an end of day of office kind of look. I also figured it wouldn’t hurt to put on the red lipstick I had packed in my bag, just because. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I said to myself. I adjusted my shirt and pants one last time as I mustered up the energy to pass by the club to check on and maybe save Suguru.

Out of my periphery, I could see people glance at me as I walked down the street. I was just one of the many office people passing through, looking to take a break from the tough week. The bar was easy to find and the doorman asked if I already had companions inside. I said yes, and he led me inside.

The bass immediately went straight to my heart. Lights dimmed, the crowd enjoying themselves but not enough to be rowdy. I wove through the people as I let my eyes roam the dance floor, looking for either stark white hair or long hair in a half-ponytail. To keep myself entertained, I mouthed the words of song as I walked, sometimes catching someone’s eye, smiling and continuing on my way. I figured the bar would be a good place to start and I let my head bob to the beat. It wasn’t a bad track.

I saw Satoru first, knocking back a shot as he stood at the bar and as he placed the shot glass down he finally saw me. “You made it!” He exclaimed with too much enthusiasm and practically ran into me to give me a large and tight hug. People made space for him. “Hello to you too” I returned the hug with equal force. “Come get a drink then let’s go to where Suguru is” Satoru said too excitedly. I eyed him warily but agreed.

Gojo carried their drinks while I held onto my beer as we rounded the bar to find Suguru sitting on one of the bar stools by himself but the passing glances on his person did not escape me. “Suguru! Look who’s here!” Gojo exclaimed excitedly but I took my chance to walk a bit ahead of him and slide up to Suguru.

“Hello” I mostly mouthed to Suguru as I arrived. It took him a moment to respond, and I noticed his glance at my lips before he stood up and enveloped me in a hug “Hello” He said into my ear and I watched the smile slowly begin to form on his face “Do you want to sit?” He asked as he stood a good head above me. I shook my head. He was used to me wanting to stand. I was simply going to lean on the bar but was surprised that as Suguru sat back down, he pulled me to stand/lean on him between his legs with one arm rested on the bar edge, the other around my waist. It surprised me because we weren’t usually very touchy in public but maybe it didn’t matter so much tonight. I loosely slung my arm around his shoulders so that we would be more comfortable and looked at his face as he retrieved his drink from Gojo. His eyes didn’t seem particularly glazed over but then again, it was sometimes hard to distinguish expressions with Suguru and between the two, he could hold his alcohol more than Satoru so overall, he seemed alright. He noticed me looking at him and tilted his head to ask. I shook my head “Nothing, just checking if you’re alright” He smiled at the same time that he pulled me closer, I had to put my drink down on the bar to make sure it didn’t spill on the both of us. “Worried about me?” He asked and I had no choice but to rest my arms over his shoulders “Should I be?” I teased. “If I didn’t show up, would you have chosen another pretty girl to sit on your lap?” My fingers played with the loose strands of his hair. Suguru leaned forward to whisper in my ear “Never” and left a small kiss on my neck as he leaned back. I saw how his gaze went from my neck and then lingered on my lips again and I vaguely wondered how transferproof my lipstick was. “Alright you two. You have clearly established that Suguru is taken” Gogo pulled us out of our little bubble. I laughed as I stepped back a bit but Suguru kept me close to him with an arm around my waist “Who was the one who told me that there were people hitting on him???” I shot back Gojo only shrugged then lifted his drink for a cheers with a wide smile Our 3 drinks clinked together then we all took a swing. I let them resume their conversation as I took in more of the club and wondered if I would end up dancing a bit tonight.

x

[miscfandomgifimagines]

Lyle Wainfleet x Human Reader x Zdog

Okay so this is the smut that follows my Showering with Lyle (Gym Buddy Edition) fic, I know quite a few people asked for this so I hope you enjoy. This is actually a series with my original fic being Lyle being your flirty gym buddy which was inspired by @xandy-toady and their Lyle fic and they also made me realize how hawt Zdog is. I know that @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed loves this series so extra thanks to them!

This is smut minors DNI. Fic includes: nsfw scenes, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, piv. Reader is female and is referred as she/her. Let me know if I should tag anything else

* When the squad got back to the house it was pretty late at night. Several of the recoms grabbed a bite to eat, cleaned up, and went right to bed. Lyle stuck around the kitchen the longest, waiting for everyone to leave so he could have a few minutes with you. You had been thinking about potential places ever since he left and couldn’t think of a good place you would have private time so you were hoping Lyle had one in mind.

* "I think my room is the best bet, I mean Z's going to be there but she's a heavy sleeper. Besides she's going to hit the shower anyway." You agree and follow Lyle back to his room, sneaking through the door before the other recoms can hear your footsteps. Lyle proceeds to strip down to his boxers and turns on a small dim lamp by the bedside before turning off the main light.

* You strip down and Lyle scoops you up and carries you to the bed not wasting any time. His hands are rough and travel over your body as he leaves kisses and bites on your chest and neck. Lyle lies you on your back and his hands go to take off his boxers before he covers you with his body and rubs his dick against your heat teasing you. He reaches under his bed and pulls out a bottle of what you're assuming is lube.

* "You call that foreplay?" Zdog's voice cuts through and Lyle lets out a groan before he pulls back and looks at his roommate. "Yeah, I do, got a problem?" Zdog huffs and sends Lyle an irritated glare. "Have you seen what you're packing? You can't just stick your shit up there like that. You're going to hurt her." Zdog walks farther into the room and turns the lock on the door. You felt a bit self-conscious being naked in front of both of them so you grabbed the pillow from behind your head and use it to shield yourself while the two recoms bickered at each other

* "I'm not going to hurt her, butt out man." Lyle turns his head back toward you and Zdog takes the opportunity to land a slap to the back of his head. That seemed to make Lyle even more irritated and he lets out a hiss in her direction. "Fuck off Z, I'm serious." Zdog is unfazed and decides to make herself comfortable on the edge of the bed next to you, one giant hand coming to rest on top of the pillow covering your body.

* "So am I Wainfleet. I know you got interrupted earlier but don’t get lazy. Men only want to get their dick wet and they never give a damn about the woman they're with. If you don't want to warm her up then I will." You felt your face heat up and you squirmed a tiny bit under her weight.

* You played for both teams happily and on more than one occasion wondered what a night with Zdog would entail. It was hard to find other queer people on the base and you had formed a semi-flirty but friendly relationship with each other. You didn't want to assume that she was into you just because you also happened to be attracted to women, so you never pursued anything more than just a friendship.

* "Stop trying to cockblock me! Just because you have the hots for her doesn't mean shit, I got her first." Lyle leaned forward and roughly grabbed Zdog's hand from the pillow. With an angry growl, he pushed it back onto her lap. In retaliation Zdog lifted her hand up and pushed it into Lyle's forehead, forcing him to back up a bit. Zdog's ears tilted back and she growled back at Lyle. "Stop being a selfish ass and maybe I wouldn't have to get involved!" When Lyle started to flash his fangs you decided to pipe up before things got worse.

* "Not to pick sides or anything, but she does have a point. I don't think I could take you right now." Your face was warm and you could feel the heavy stares from the pair boring into your skin. "Not that I don't want to though! I've just never taken something so big before." Your voice trailed off and you wondered if you should have said anything at all. Zdog removes her hand from Lyle's face smugly and her tail swishes side to side in satisfaction.

* Lyle's tail on the other hand thuds angrily into the bed and he scrunches up the bedsheets in a fist. "Is that what you want then?" You nod your head sheepishly and grip the pillow a bit tighter as if it could protect you from their prying eyes. Lyle lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his way off the bed to make space for Zdog to position herself. "Why don't you make yourself useful and find a towel for cleanup?" Zdog pipes up. Lyle glares daggers at her but pulls on his boxers and leaves the room momentarily.

* Zdog stands up and trails one hand from your chin to the edge of the pillow closest to your pussy, a gleam in her eye. "I know you're feeling a bit shy right now, but I'm going to need you to move this." She leans down playfully and places a kiss on your collarbone and whispers, "You might want to keep it close by though. In case you need something to bite down on later." You squeeze your legs together but do as you're told and remove the pillow. "Good girl, now why don't you turn yourself this way?" She motions for you to turn your hips towards the side of the bed.

* You do as you're told and Lyle walks in a minute later with a towel and what looks like an old t-shirt. He walks over to you still looking mildly irritated. "Lift your butt up, I'm going to slide this under you, okay?" You push your legs into the edge of the bed and prop yourself up high enough for Lyle to get the towel under you. As he pulls his hand out he takes a second to grab your ass.

* It was Lyle's turn to sit on the edge of the bed this time as Zdog nestles herself onto the floor between your legs. She takes your lower legs and throws them over her shoulders and when you're settled in she takes her warm hands and grasps the outsides of your thighs. "You ready?" You nod your head as Lyle puts his hand on your chest and slowly pushes you down into the pillows. His fingers made their way to your nipples and he traced little circles into them, teasing you enough for a moan to slip out.

* Zdog's mouth was hot and wet and when it made contact with your pussy you let out a small cry, your hand making its way to your face. Zdog gives you a few licks and kisses before sinking her teeth into your thigh, eliciting another needy cry. Lyle grabs your hand away from your face and pushes it above your head and moves to capture your other one all while Zdog's mouth consumes your core. With both of your arms secured in Lyle's fist and your legs forced open around Zdog's head you felt utterly helpless and that seemed to turn you on even more.

* Zdog starts to suck and gently lick your clit while she brings one of her hands to your slit, her fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin. She slides a large finger in knuckle deep and you jerk your hips involuntarily into her mouth. Lyle takes his other hand and pushes your hips back down while Zdog's other hand grips your thigh tighter. Lyle leans down against you on the bed and you could feel his laugh against your skin. "I don't think so. You're the one who asked for this, there's no backing out." His hand on your hip trails up and his fingers roughly pinch your hardened nipple. Your breath comes out as a hiss and Zdog takes that as a sign to sink her finger in even farther.

* The two of them seemed to pick up on each other's work and they began to alternate their touches in a way that quickly overstimulates your senses. When Zdog adds another finger your eyes fluttered close and a loud moan sneaks its way out of your mouth, which causes Zdog to smirk into your pussy. Lyle grabs your chin and turns your face toward him, a smug smile on his lips as he brushes his thumb against yours. "If you're already making this much noise I wonder how much louder you're going to be when it's my turn." As if it was her cue Zdog starts pumping her fingers faster against your gspot and you feel your legs start to tremble.

* You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure but Lyle grabs your chin firmly. "You're going to look me in the eyes as you cum, you hear me?" You open your eyes obediently and Lyle watches your pleasure-hazed eyes go in and out of focus on his face. Lyle was still salty that Zdog felt the need to butt into his personal business but with all things considered maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all. He felt his dick get hard again at the thought of how tight you're going to be after all this.

* Zdog slows her pace as she senses your climax gets closer, her methodical movements enough to drive you crazy with lust. You were so close and she was just toying with you now, taking her time to make your insides ache. "Please." You let out a whimper, pulling your arms against Lyle's fist as if you could reach out for Zdog's face and pull her closer to your heat. Zdog pulls away and lets out a laugh as she looks at your begging face. "Hmmm..." She slowly pumps her fingers and watches you squirm beneath her. "Please!" You whimper again and try to dig your legs into the back of her shoulders to bring her closer. "Mmm... Look at you, so cute yet so needy... I think it's Lyle's turn now." She removes her fingers and stands up, her body heat leaving you chilled and wanting.

* Before you could argue Zdog's already wiping her face on the t-shirt Lyle grabbed and moving away from you. Lyle scoops you into his arm and pulls you further onto the bed, angling you so he can get fully on the bed below you. He strips off his boxers and positions himself between your thighs, his dick resting on your stomach. Zdog grabs the bottle of lube from the floor and hands it to Lyle as she makes her way toward the top of the bed. Lyle wastes no time and covers himself from tip to base, pumping himself in his hand a few times to make sure his dick was completely lubricated.

* Lyle leans over you, his bare torso glowing in the low lights and you found yourself staring. He hesitates for a minute and glances at your small body beneath him. He wasn't sure if missionary would work with the size difference but he was going to try anyway. "Ready when you are Short Stack", he gazes down at your flustered face and finds himself smirking. He glances up at Zdog who was sitting on her bed watching with a smug smile. She had her fun and now it was time for Lyle to get his. When he was sure she wasn't going to interrupt this time he lowers his gaze to you. You make eye contact and nod your head wrapping your small hand around his wrist and tugging him down over you.

* Lyle does his best to shift his weight so he's not smothering you and lays a few gentle kisses against your neck and shoulder before sliding his hips back. He uses one hand to hold himself up and the other to guide his cock to your entrance. He pushes his tip into you and moves his hand to your side, fingers gripping harshly into your skin. His breathing hitches and so does yours as you feel the stretch from his member. Lyle's ears flatten against his head as his eyes squeeze shut. Your face reaches to about his chest and you reach up with your hands to run your fingers along his sides.

* Lyle remains stationary, almost frozen except for his tail that's swaying from side to side again. Without thinking you reach out and grab it, tugging softly like you normally do to tease him. Without warning, Lyle's hips snap up into yours and you're filled almost to the brim with his girthy dick. You let out a cry and dig your fingers into his side with the sudden movement. You couldn't tell what was more noticeable at the moment, the burning tightness you felt from being stretched or the immense heat in your core caused by the friction against your clit.

* Lyle realized what he did and suddenly draws back his hips leaving only the tip in. "Shit, I'm-" You cut him off by tugging on his tail again, this time a bit rougher. Lyle lets out a deep groan and his hips buck instinctively into you again but this time he doesn't pull back. When his hips stop moving he adjusts the arm he's leaning on and then slowly pushes himself even deeper inside you. The sensation was so powerful you forgot how to breathe for a moment and clawed helplessly against his side, your mouth hanging open in a silent cry. Lyle bottoms out against you and you're seeing stars. You feel the corners of your eyes get damp and you let go of Lyle's tail in order to wipe them.

* Lyle looks down at you, watching your movements carefully in case you needed him to move. Except after you dab your eyes you bring your hand up to his nipple and give it a tug while biting your bottom lip. Lyle lets out a groan and makes eye contact with you. He might have been hurting you, but damn you were not backing down. You were so needy and he filled you so good, the pain turning into its own kind of pleasure. With your encouragement and little touches, Lyle began thrusting into you. He went slowly at first but with each moan and cry you made he found it hard to hold back and ended up thrusting needily into your heat.

* His cock hitting your cervix filled your eyes with tears again but you didn't bother brushing them away this time. You were too busy holding onto his sides, your nails digging into his soft flesh which brought out groans and low growls from Lyle. The pain and the pleasure started to blend together and you felt yourself approaching your climax again, just praying that he wouldn't stop his assault. Lyle felt you flutter around his cock and his ears titled back against his head as he tried his best not to nut inside you. He was going to make you cum first and cum hard if it was the last thing he would do. He reached down and wrapped a hand around your throat, just tight enough to make you notice.

* Your mouth fell open in a loud moan and you brought both your hands up around this forearm and made eye contact with Lyle, your tears glistening on your face. Lyle picked up his assault and went even faster as his fingers tightened a bit more around your delicate neck. You were so overly stimulated right now you could do nothing but moan and grasp his arm desperately. Your legs shook and you felt your core tightening as you got closer. It was any moment now and Lyle could feel you get tighter with every stroke.

* This was the moment he went all out and started slamming his hips into yours. He felt you clench hard around him as you let out a breathless cry but he didn't stop, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. And when he couldn't control his orgasm anymore he let himself finish inside you, grunting and grinding into your sensitive cunt until he was empty and you were a mess.

* He pulls out and watches his seed slowly leak out of your slit. Just for good measure he took his fingers and pushed his cum back inside your leaking pussy, satisfaction evident on his face when you throw your head back against the pillows. He leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of your eye before grabbing the towel under you and pushing it against your pussy so you could clean yourself up. Lyle looks at Zdog who was now lying down on her bed, her head propped up on her hand. "You're welcome by the way." Zdog tuts playfully and Lyle throws a pillow at her face. "Yeah, whatever."

[iliumheightnights]

[Quil and Embry running into the pack house]

"Sam! Sam! Sam! We need your help!"

Sam: "If you're trying to get me to talk to M/n to calm him down after your argument it won't work. He already told me to call him if you two showed up here."

[Sam pulls up his phone making both boys turn and rush out of the house.]

Embry: "TRAITOR!"

[ayyyymy]

imagine gladiator junker queen. | (FIRST POST!)

The stadium is roaring with triumph, another weakling consumed by the reigning champion of the Colosseum.

Your head is aching, a lump heavy in your throat as the stadium goes quiet.

A new challenger appears..?

This never happened, not once in the many years you've kept track of this boulder of a man who's killed thousands of people. Prisoners, cocky young men, war-torn veterans. All fell to the Champion. And yet...

Your heart races as red eyes meet yours under the shade of a helmet. The snarling face of a lion frames the white metal on the challenger's head and knees, armor plating all over her body. You can't help but stare. It's hard not to, with the heat and strength of the stranger's gaze.

This time, you watch the fight intently, mind enraptured in the fluid movement and sinewy muscles that shine with sweat. The sweltering heat does nothing to soothe the raging blush that claims your cheeks when she winks at you after finally, finally finishing the old Champion, burrowing the sharp blade of her axe into his chest.

"Your new Champion!"

The announcer shrieks, just as in shock as the rest of you. The lioness of a Champion, best of the Gladiators, digs the heel of her foot into the dead man's back before shouting in victory.

You stand and stare, gaze lingering on her expression until she turns to face you, pointing, then smirking.

"Yer my prize tonight!" She cackles, and you feel weak at the knees.

Gods and Goddesses...

hi hi! i don't use tumblr often but i literally couldn't stop thinking about JQ so i had to write this. if you have any requests for imagines drop them in my ask box! enjoy! -ames

[washeduphazbin]

Could I get a one shot of, y/n is like Adam’s life ex gf she left after getting tired of his shit.. ended up falling in love with Lucifer.. (Mr. Steal yo girl thrice) and during the Adam and Lucifer battle Lucifer taunts that he stole all three of his lovers

YES. YES. I'm in love with Lucifer. Your wish is my command.

Sorry it's so short if we like maybe part 2

Also, poly luci x reader x Lilith (sorry, not sorry)

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“Little duck?” Lucifer asked softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You were holding onto one of his plush ducks rather tightly,

"I can't help but think...that this extermination is my fault." Lucifer let out a gasp and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, "Lulu-"

"I won't have that negative self-talk in my house." Your brow furrowed in distress,

"But-"

"No buts."

"Lucifer! Adam's absolutely moved up the extermination to spite Charlie and us!" You argued, "I...what if I go back to him."

"Excuse me, what?"

"I don't want to!" You moved away from him to the portrait of Lilith, you and Lucifer hanging in the corner of the room. "I really don't want to..." You raised your hand and brushed against Lilith's horns and Lucifer's staff in the portrait. "You know I don't belong here; I'm not a demon, a sinner, or an angel either. I'm just a human who fell because I fell in love with you and your family." You smiled sadly over at him, holding out your hand. Lucifer squeezed it tightly, "What if I can solve all of this by just going back with Adam."

"That's not happening; I'm not letting you go back to that fuckwad;" He scoffed, brushing a hand through your hair, "Do you think you'll be happier with him? Without us? Without Charlie?"

"No." You laughed bitterly, "Of course not, Charlie would kill me."

"She absolutely would. You're like another mother to her; she wouldn't let you go back to that hellscape without a fight. Neither will I; I have a few words I'd love to share with Adam."

"Oh yeah? What would you say?"

"I'm sure you'll get to hear it eventually," he mused, leaning closer to kiss your cheeks. "Just stay safe and stay away from the Hotel until Charlie or I give you the okay, okay?"

"Okay." You whispered softly, bending down to plant a kiss on his lips,

"Did you really have to bend down like that," He huffed, hitting you gently with his cane.

"Oh, absolutely."

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"Stay home? STAY HOME?" You roared, grabbing Lucifer's shoulders, "Everyone dying, and you want me to stay home!"

"For your safety and everyone's safety. Yes." He squeezed your shoulders tightly, "If it's between you and Charlie, I-"

"You choose Charlie every time."

"I love you-"

"I know. I love you too." You smiled softly, "Kick Adam in the dick for me?"

"It would be my pleasure, my lady. Here," Lucifer handed you his phone, "It'll live stream the battle; I hacked a VoxTech drone." He puffed his chest out proudly, and you beamed, taking his phone from his hands.

"I can't wait to see Adam get dick punched in HD!"

"There's the bloodlust I love so much; if I didn't have to go save Hell, I'd totally fuck you right now."

"Then you better leave now so you can come back and fuck me as soon as possible."

"Yes, ma'am!" He gave the dorkiest salute before teleporting out of the room.

---

"I am going to FUCK you!"

"It's fuck you up...dad."

Your face palmed, curling up on the bed, Lucifer's phone in your hand, watching the live stream.

"What? What did I say? Oh Shit-" Lucifer burst into laughter as he transformed into a snake to avoid being hit by Adam, "So this is what you've been up to since Eden, huh? I gotta you really let yourself go, buddy."

"Are you judging me?" Adam snarled in a disbelieving laugh, "You're the most hated being in all of creation!" Lucifer snickered as he turned into a bird,

"Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer, or the second bow chica. Wow, wow!" He splayed his fingers out in a V shape and stuck his tongue in between his fingers, "Not to mention your third."

"I'm sorry what!" He snarled,

"Oh, you didn't know? (Y/n)'s a doll, the tightest pussy Lilith and I've EVER shared!"

You made a horrified sound at the phone, wanted to absolutely curl up into a ball and die, Charlie didn't look any better.

"Dad!"

"You are so dead!" Adam shouted, "And I'm gonna find that bitch, and I'm going to make her pay!"

"Sure you are," he snorted, "I'd like to see you try."

[purplefox4life]

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒜𝓊! 𝒩𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 [𝐹𝑒𝓂]

“Growing up I was quite… lonely. I looked a lot like my mother, so Fukuzawa didn’t look at me. Or rather… he couldn't bear himself to look at me. He always preferred Ranpo and now that I’ve grown up, I understand why. But just because I understand doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, I just got used to it."

"I think back on the child I was and wonder how I turned out like this. Was there anything I could’ve done to change how I am now or was there really nothing I could do because it wasn’t my fault I turned out like this?”

"Hmm? Why do I call my father by his last name? Why not take a guess?"

“Every and all information is available at the right price.”

"Would you like to gamble with fate? How much are you willing to wager?"

"You'll lose your mind trying to understand mine."

"You've gotten weak."

"What's the prob? Dog."

"Morals? What's that?"

Character info:

Birth certificate name: Y/n Fukuzawa

Current legal name: Y/n L/n

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Ability: Cyberpunk

Vigilante name: Himitsu

Famously known names: The Damselette, The Fallen Angel, The Gambling Queen, The Queen of the Underground, The Smiling Shadow

Signature characteristics: Glowing purple eyes, Purple and Black Kitsune mask, Mechanical wings that are white on the left and black on the right, Purple and black gambling cards she leaves at her victims bodies

Backstory: Became a vigilante at 12, instantly gaining fame and support for assassinating men with pedophile and rape charges who are roaming freely, thus earning the name The Damselette. Is later seen at night clubs selling and gambling information, essentially becoming an information broker, thus being the Queen of the Underground as she is able to provide any information at all, even well known figures in the underground go to her for information. No one has ever seen Himitsu's real face completely as she is always seen wearing her signature purple and black kitsune mask, the most people have seen is her lower face. Also gained the name, The Gambling Queen, as she has never lost a gamble. The name, The Smiling Shadow, came from how her purple and black kitsune mask has a unique design in which it seems as though the mask is smiling widely.

Current life: Being the hacker/coder for the ADA. While also being Himitsu as her secret second life.

[iluv-m]

Things I want to do with them😭😭 Part 2 ( gender neutral)

Back hugs. Please. I need them. And if he’s taller or if she’s shorter. 😩

Picnic dates. In a park and the classic red and white sheet with a cute basket.

Cheering for them if they play a sport + getting to hug them after they win <33

Late night discord calls or FaceTime or normal calls or video calls anything rlly. And falling asleep while talking to them.

Forehead kisses.🥹🤭

Reading romantic books together or them reading a book if you recommended.

Remembering the lil details. Honestly it shows how much they care 😭.

Skipping class together 🫡 I don’t wanna do physics pls-

[angelharness]

Was already planning on some so this works out! Like most characters I’m writing for the first time it’ll probably take some time for me to distinguish how I characterize them, currently finding things out with him. This admittedly feels more like a character study than anything.. I’m sure I’ll get to write more explicitly romantic stuff for him at some point

WARNINGS: blood (is that even worth tagging anymore) and plenty of mentions of killing

TARHOS KOVACS / THE KNIGHT

It’s hard to imagine how he maintains any non-strictly-professional relationships, even more so when considering the romantic variety. He tends to categorize most people he meets into relatively loose classifications of enemy, associate, asset, useful, or not worthwhile. In his line of work, he’s never had those lines blurred or challenged. Meeting you means rare introspection on his part. 

It’s weird to chat casually, to talk about personal or daily matters rather than the specifics of a contract or even the passing chatter over dinner with his companions. He does not ask questions and doesn’t expect you to. When answering any, though, he seems to respond curtly and explicitly matter of factly, like running down a checklist. This is not out of disinterest, it’s just the way he goes about most matters. It’s not so clear if he doesn’t enjoy talking about himself or cannot think of anything he deems worthwhile to reference.

On that note, it’s a long and maybe frustrating path of trying to get to know him. You won’t be having the traditional sort of dates in the Entity’s Realm, and communication is limited by a number of barriers; English is only Tarhos’s third language, and he has just an elementary understanding of it. All things considered, he doesn’t have a very in-depth grasp on any spoken language; he grew up speaking Hungarian but was taken too early to ever attain fluency and forced to take on Italian, learned primarily through barked orders and the background chatter of his cellmates. His English, when he chooses to use it, is even more sparse, and is very much different from the vocabulary you are more familiar with. You can attempt to teach him some, but it is unlikely he’ll hold onto anything longer than a sentence. He very honestly might establish his own system of sign language before he can make himself speak comfortably.

Your best bet for getting to know him is familiarizing yourself with and learning to read his reactions and body language. This is harder to get a grasp of without a visible face to interpret, but you’ll begin to pick up on things you hadn’t noticed before; he rolls his shoulders back and points his feet forward when he’s interested. He’ll begin to gradually look aside if he isn’t. The flexing and twitching of his fingers is somehow infinitely expressive in the absence of words.

He goes about a similar process with you—he spends more and more time just watching you and how your face changes, or the variation in your voice, in your posture. Admittedly, he can only tell so much from a facial expression; he knows the telltale signs of pain, the deep lines of anguish or outright despair. He knows the gritted, grinding teeth and furious brows of someone enraged, even the glow of satisfaction, but anything beyond that may as well be new territory to him. 

One way, though, to tell that he certainly likes you is that he looks at you fairly frequently. This would seem insignificant in just about anyone else, but Tarhos looks at people only when speaking with them. Not when spoken to or at, but when he puts himself on equal footing with another person so that they may discuss. He almost regards the world and other people like a single, separate entity. He does not always immediately look away when you catch his stare, but certainly doesn’t appear that he wants his interest to be known. You might never fully know what he’s thinking, but you might be somewhere momentarily in those thoughts. 

He doesn’t ever really properly hold your hand, which requires him to bend down or slant his shoulder down uncomfortably—instead, he’ll more often wrap his hand around the back of your arm. It’s a little funny, appearing as if he’s taking you prisoner rather than attempting casual affection. 

At some point in his life, if not during his initial capture, he realized there would be no place for him to have a lover of any sort, and given his asocial tendencies, he thought he had come to terms with that notion. Now that he’s met you, there’s been a pretty significant shift in his outlook for the future; he’s lost in how to fit you into it, and though at first this disruption is greatly offending to him, he realizes that there is an appealing aspect to perhaps settling down. For once there is an end in sight to the torrent of still, bleeding bodies. Just understand that his decided code of chivalry is very far disconnected from the stereotypes lovingly illustrated in adventure books. He’s more acquainted with the sight of mangled meat between the silver plating of ruptured armor. 

He wouldn’t have ever considered himself affectionate, at any earlier point would’ve have loudly scoffed at the term, but if you can get him out of his grungy helmet and coax him into letting you brush his hair, he’ll become insistent that you do it routinely. 

Tarhos might enjoy sparring with you on occasion, but these sessions tend to become more of him fixing your form and instructing you than actual skirmishes. He repeatedly has to stop to walk over and correct your stance. He’s infinitely more knowledgeable and trained than you—it’s more than second nature, but first—it’s unrealistic you’ll ever best him, but then again, you have the eternity of the Entity’s Realm to train. He’s certainly going easy on you, otherwise you’d be wiped out in the first few moments, but there’s been a handful of times you had gotten a legitimate hit on him. You had even sent him to his knees in one instance (he was at his feet again in seconds, and you suspect he had only ever got him there, in the first place, by surprise, but it felt unspeakably good).

Will not kiss your hand unless outright asked to, sorry. It had never been customary for him, beautiful maidens with rich dresses were not the ones enlisting him to go out and kill and shed pails of blood, were certainly not being saved by him, and never did spare him glances, unless they were colorless and terrified. Even the curt shake of hands was not typical in deals between those who enlisted him. However, he’ll oblige upon your request, and soon it becomes the only way he greets you when meeting again after time apart. This seems to work better after you had talked him out of bowing to you everytime.

He finds himself on edge whenever you’re away, now, especially when in a trial. He trusts you to hold your ground and keep yourself alive, but worry is such a new feeling to him that it feels, at times, unbearable. He’s never even worried for himself—things just happened and he would soldier through it, that is how his life had always been. No threats of torture or unrelenting whips had made his stomach turn and roil like it did as he paced in your absence. Days spent in sunless, lightless cells had seemingly passed faster than the time he would await your return to the campfire, to him.

He won’t run to you and hug you and sob at your feet when you reappear, but he’s back at your side before the hazy fog of the trial can leave your system. He similarly appears to search for you first when he returns from a trial.

Pet names don’t immediately appeal to him, but if you beg him for one, he’d settle on something like ‘my treasure’ or culver. ‘My heart’ is another, but he struggles to get it out and will oftentimes just stare intensely at you, trying to force the words together, hoping maybe you’ll understand and spare him the vulnerability. It’s odd, dated, and not what would come to mind when thinking of a nickname for a lover, but he actually likes it when you refer to him as your suitor. Maybe it is its explicitness, that it serves as a declaration and can only be said wholeheartedly.

ALTRUISTIC S/O

Tarhos wouldn’t believe you to be naive or ignorant for your benevolence, only ineffective. He’s found what works best for him and scarcely strays from that; slaying carelessly, indifferent to whoever stands opposite of him and his sword. He never reprimands you, nor ever feels the need to, even if your choices may puzzle him. He decides that the world will straighten you out if it so necessary, that everyone will come to learn of its ruthlessness (however life decides to show that side of its many-faced form). 

He’s aware there are less violent, distastefully bloody ways to get what he wants, but the both of you can imagine he hails from a comparatively more savage background where brutality could be called common; in his eyes, Tarhos only adapted to the cruel circumstances of the society he found himself in. Nurture and nature were equally unkind to him, a pair of twin demons. He might struggle to conceptualize the drastically different life and time you came from, but never looks down on you for your selflessness. He might, however, feel the need to look out for you, knowing how ruthlessly unforgiving the world can be at times. 

Eventually might develop a greater appreciation for your abundant kindness when he finds himself on the receiving end. He’s especially appreciative if you’d offer to rub his shoulders from time or time, or help him with shedding or donning his armor. Unfortunately, with such underdeveloped interpersonal skills, his only means of expressing gratitude is extending his services to you, i.e. slaughtering an individual per your request.

Tarhos will hold back on displays of violence if you are present, but it will be strange to him and require a restraint he had never utilized before. Once he does, he realizes he’s never stopped to think before bringing down his sword on the skull of an opponent. This introspection won’t change his ways in the long run, certainly won’t sway the taste he’s acquired for killing, but he tries to be more mindful of your sensitivity to bloody matters. 

[chillyneon]

One of my fave things when posting selfshipping imagines, people will add their F/Os names in the tags. Sometimes I'll go and look that character up if I don't know them, and smile knowing someone loves this F/O to bits. <3333

Bonus points if the tags include gushing about their selfshipping feels. They can be vague rambling and it still makes me giggle alongside their giddy excitement.

I love knowing everyone has their own special personal relationship with their F/Os, it's beautiful how much these characters can fill us with joy. <3333333

[drabblesandimagines]

Farmhand

Wordcount: 1676

Pairings: Sebastian x Farmer, Sebastian x Reader

You’d felt tired all day, but you especially felt lethargic now that you’d finished your chores for the day. There had been an annoying tickle in your throat all day and it probably wasn’t helped by the drizzle that you’d worked in for a few hours. There had been no other way about it, you needed to get those seeds in the ground today if you wanted another crop out before the season’s end.

You secured the barn and coop doors for the evening, making sure there was enough hay for the animals in case they got peckish. You headed inside for a warm shower, hoping it would perk you up but it had no effect and your head was starting to thud.

You were meant to be playing Soliaran with the boys tonight, but the more you thought about the journey to and back from Sebastian’s and how late it would probably end up being. You hated to let him down though, but you also knew you wouldn’t play at your best. Reluctantly, you got your phone and rang your boyfriend’s number. Sebastian had warned you he wasn’t great on the phone – he much preferred text messages or via the app – but you knew he often missed messages until much later and you didn’t want him to think you’d just forgot about the whole thing.

After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hey, Y/N. All okay?”

“Hi, Seb. I’m not feeling so well. I think I could do with an early night, but I hate to let you guys down… I’ve been feeling tired all day and I’ve got an awful headache now. Ugh, I’m sorry, I feel the worst!”

“Sweetheart,” he began – oh, whenever he called you that still made your stomach do somersaults, “it’s fine, don’t stress. Do you want me to get Harvey?”

“No, it’s nothing serious as that. I think I just need a seriously early night. Going to sleep past midnight and getting up at six must be catching up on me.” Your alarm clock had felt pretty brutal the last few days.

“Do you want me to cancel and come round? I’d be happy to.”

“That’s sweet but it’s okay.” You smiled as you opened the fridge, perusing the contents. “Honestly, I’m going to heat up some soup and then go to bed – I’d be extremely dull company.”

“Only if you’re sure. The others would understand.”

“Please don’t cancel for me, Seb. I’d feel terrible. I’ll catch up next time, okay?”

“Okay. But you’ll call me if you feel any worse, right? I can be right over.”

“I promise. I’m pretty sure I’ll be dead to the world once I get in bed, though.”

“I’ll miss you.” You could hear his pout through the phone.

“I miss you too. Love you, have fun!” You stressed.

“I love you too. Rest well.”

True to your word, you ate some leftover soup, left the dirty dishes in the sink – something you hated doing most of the time – and treated yourself to a fresh pair of pyjamas and crawled into your bed before the clock even hit 8pm.

--

Sebastian hadn’t slept well. He’d had fun with Sam and Abigail and they’d left just after midnight. He’d sat at his laptop for a couple of hours after that, keeping his phone close incase you’d rang. At around 3am he’d got into bed and must’ve had a few hours sleep as now the clock read just after 6am. He’d checked his phone, but there were no messages from you. That wasn’t unusual either – you knew he slept late into the morning and wouldn’t want to disturb him. He considered texting you but having stayed over at the farm a few times now, you weren’t one to take your phone out with you on your early morning chores. He placed his phone back down on the floor and tried to settle down but his mind was whirring. He wanted to see you and you’d be up anyway, right? He groaned as he got himself out of bed, he then quickly threw on jeans and his usual sweatshirt, picking up his keys and heading upstairs and out.

Thankfully, the sun was pretty low in the sky and he didn’t meet anyone taking the back route to your farm. Something was off, though, as he reached the top gate and let himself in – it was quiet. On nights he slept over, he’d soon got used to the sounds of the animals grazing in the morning. The chickens were always particularly vocal after being let out of the coop but as he walked past the door, it was firmly shut.

He checked the time on his watch – 06.45. That was super unlike you, unless you just didn’t want them out today? No, that didn’t make sense. It was often your first task in the morning to go and open the doors, and the only morning he hadn’t seen you do it was when it was a torrential downpour as the animals much preferred staying cosy inside.

Sebastian climbed up the porch steps and knocked, tentatively. Maybe you’d changed your morning routine since the last time he’d stayed – it had been over a week ago. He waited a moment or two but there was no response, no muffled sounds behind the door. Beginning to worry, he dug his keys out his pocket and swiftly found the one to your front door, easing it in the lock and twisting it before swinging the door open.

The living room was empty and there was no sign of you in the kitchen, but your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he could hear deep, heavy breathing. He crept over and peered through to see you fast asleep in the bed, a pillow over your eyes. You must be exhausted. He hovered his fist over your bedroom door, about to knock when he lowered his arm back down to his side. You were always working so hard, he couldn’t remember you ever mentioning a lie-in the whole time you’d known each other – every day it was up at 6am, rain or shine, feeding the animals, watering the crops, preparing the ground for the next lot of seeds… It seemed relentless, all that plus the other stuff living in Pelican Town meant – helping out your neighbours, maintaining friendships and a relationship with him. He began to wonder how you even had enough hours in the day. He retreated, heading back and out the front door, silently locking it behind him.

His eyes turned to the barn and he nodded in determination – he’d seen you do it enough times…

--

You stretched your arms over your head, feeling a bit stiff from the position you must’ve slept in, but otherwise you felt good. Far more rested than you could remember feeling in months. You rubbed your eyes, noting that the sun seemed pretty high this morning, especially since it must be before 6 since you hadn’t heard your alarm go off yet.

You looked over to your bedside table and your stomach sank when you realized it was past 10am. What the…? Had you turned it off in your sleep?! You cursed, scrambling out of the sheets, popped to the bathroom and then quickly got dressed, trying to remember exactly what you had on your to-do list today.

You unlocked the door and stepped out onto the porch to be greeted by the gentle cluck of the chickens pecking at the dirt down by the steps. Had you not closed the doors last night? No, you were sure you had, but that didn’t explain how the cows, goats, sheep, pigs and chickens were now all roaming amongst the grass.

Suddenly, Sebastian ducked out of the chicken coop, a basket in hand and your heart skipped a beat. He caught sight of you standing dumbfounded on the porch and smiled shyly.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

You jumped down the porch steps and over to the fence, where he met you on the other side. His basket was filled with chicken eggs.

“I, er… I hope you don’t mind. I came by early and I saw the animals were still inside, so I checked on you and you were dead to the world. I thought you could do with the extra sleep, so I tried to get on with your morning jobs.”

“Seb, you are the sweetest man alive!” You squealed, pulling him forward by the scruff of his sweatshirt into a kiss. The man’s usually pale complexion turned a cute shade of pink as he blushed.

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged. “You work really hard, Y/N. Are you feeling any better?”

“So much better,” you stressed, opening the gate for him. “I think I must’ve slept something ridiculous like 14 hours. What did you get up to?”

“Er, well, I let all the animals out to graze, and I topped up the hay a bit. I’ve collected the fallen fruit, turned the sprinklers on, cleared some of the weeds in the crop patches and I just finished collecting the eggs… It doesn’t seem much considering the time.” He finished with a yawn while you stared at him, momentarily sunned.

“Sebastian, please, that’s loads! I can’t believe you did all that for me. Here,” you took the basket from him and grabbed his hand. “That calls for a coffee break.” You led him towards the porch. “Or maybe even a nap? You look exhausted, did you even sleep last night?”

“A bit,” he shrugged as the two of you entered the farmhouse.

“Go,” you pushed him towards the sofa, “Lie down whilst I brew up the coffee.” You had the strongest suspicion Sebastian wouldn’t make it till then.

He yawned, loudly, before settling down and resting his head back against the arm. “Okay, but only for a moment. Still got cows to milk…”

By the time the coffee was brewed, you could hear light snores coming from the sofa. “Sleep well, farmhand.” You whispered, kissing him on the forehead.