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[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, you 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.

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[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…

#Heartsteel!Ezreal #Ezreal x Reader #Heartsteel!Ezreal x Reader #SCENARIO #Ezreal League of Legends #Ezreal LoL #Ezreal League #Anon Answer #HOPE YOU LIKE THIS i just wanted cute soft fluffy love #League of Legends #Reader Imagines #what else do i tag uhm i think this is all #Ezreal is a lovable dumbass #not proofread #ill uh read it later when im not so tired teehee

[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 😋😋

#boyfriend imagines #crush imagines #boy crush #boyfriend scenarios #crush scenarios #reader imagines #books #booktok #book tumblr #boyfriend #couple #blushing #bookstagram #writeblr

[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."

#yandere chuuya #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere nakahara chuuya #yandere bungou stray dogs #bsd imagines #reader imagines #asks #i didn't proofread this very well so apologies for any mistakes

[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.

#legolas x reader #legolas x you #lotr x reader #drabbles #reader imagines #lord of the rings #no pronouns

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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."

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[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!"

#twilight #quil ateara #embry call #male reader #male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #imagines #male reader imagines #reader imagines

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Friday Night Pickup | Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader.

Friday Night Pickup.  Synopsis: Girl’s night with work friends gets infinitely more interesting when you catch the attention of one Jake “Hangman” Seresin.  One shot 2,940 words. AFAB/Female Civilian reader (some body insecurity) Warnings: Explicit. MINORS DNI. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, reader with body/image insecurity.  Notes/Thanks: Special love to @evansrogerskitten​  @2fabul0us4​ . Likes/comments/reblogs are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading, it really means the most. 

The bar was packed, a sea of uniforms, flight suits and the occasional civilian in street clothes. The air is electric with conversation, snatches of classic rock songs being pumped through overhead speakers. You rise on your toes, trying to spot your coworkers. They had extended an invitation for a girls’ night when you were all chatting in the parking lot after work. You hadn’t been sure if the invitation was one out of obligation, pity, or if the burgeoning feelings of friendship were mutual. You’d like to believe the latter, but old habits died hard. You exhaled, trying to find some source of grounding, fingertips tugging at the hem of your sundress. It was a bit shorter than you liked, but it was one of the few pieces in your wardrobe that made you feel pretty. It hugged your curves just right, the fabric lightweight and breezy. You hear your name over the sounds of laughter and follow the shout to see Beth waving you over enthusiastically. She beams at you when you come closer, getting up off her stool, and hugging you. “You look -amazing-.” She holds you at arm’s length and winks. “I mean you’re gorgeous all buttoned up, but it’s nice to see some skin.” She’s in a cut off denim skirt and a tank top, “Come on, we’ve made some friends.” Somehow you weren’t surprised that she and the others had already made friends. Maggie, Caroline, Ruth and Beth were some of the sweetest women you’ve ever met. They were also drop dead gorgeous, looking like they stepped off the pages of the most recent fashion magazines. Beth’s arm was around your waist, and she leaned in to whisper softly, “You okay?” “This may have been a mistake,” You whisper back. “I’m a 3 in the middle of a 10 convention.” She squeezed your side tightly and shook her head. “One drink, and if you’re not having fun, I’ll help you escape.” Another squeeze, and she lets go only after you nod. “Boys!” Ruth sidles up to your other side. “That’s Payback, Fanboy, and Omaha.” She points at three men in khaki uniforms. “Rooster,” a tall man in a Hawaiian print shirt, aviators hanging from the neckline of his white tank top. He nodded at you, before leaning over the pool table to line up a shot. “That’s Bob.” Ruth points to a man with glasses on the opposite side of the pool table, cue in hand.  “The stunning Phoenix who is going to give me her number by the time the night is over, she just doesn’t know it yet.” You bite back a smile at Ruth’s moxie. “You’re forgetting two of the most important things.” A new voice joined the conversation. “This little lady doesn’t have a drink, and she hasn’t been introduced to me.” A sixth man stepped into your line of sight. He smiled, and your heart stopped in your chest. It was a practiced gesture, slow and confident, finished with quick wink. He hands you a bottle of beer after twisting the cap off. “Name’s Hangman.” “He also answers to Bagman.” Phoenix says. “It’s Hangman.” He said again, a bit firmer. “You answered, didn’t you?” Bob said before his cue hit a ball into the corner pocket. “You’re losing by the way.” “Eh, let Bradshaw succeed at something. We’ll call it an early birthday present.” Another flashed grin, more a baring of teeth before his attention turns back to you. “I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart.” You tell him your name, and he raises his bottle in response. He repeats it, and the sound of your name passing those lips with a slight drawl sends shivers down your spine. You take a few swallows of the cold beer, as a distraction. His eyes are brilliantly green and pierce through you with intense focus. “What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?” The words fall out of your mouth, beer marrying perfectly with your nerves. There’s a pause, and you almost believe he didn’t hear you. And then he laughs. It’s warm, rich and you could wrap yourself in it and roll around. He takes up a perch next to you, leaning against the support beam next to your barstool. “Well, I could tell you, but it’s classified.” “See, you were almost something special.” You say. “But you trotted out that line.” You chalked up your confidence from the innate knowledge that there was no way a man like this would take interest in you. He's fit, drop dead gorgeous, an aviator, masculinity oozing from every inch of his body. He leaned in as if you were co-conspirators. “A special-op detachment. I really can’t say anything more than that.” When he leaned in close to speak to you, you could feel the vibrations in his chest when he spoke. Your mouth was dry, the beer sliding down your throat, not sating the thirst that had come over you. You find yourself falling into conversation with him easily. He’s sharp, quick witted and keeps up with you—challenges you. When you talk about your interests, his eyes are fixed on you, drinking in every word. It strikes you that he’s actually listening and engaging, asking legitimate questions and offering up little trinkets and stories of his own life; but most of the conversation stays focused on you. Both of you have moved on from beer, he’s nursing a second old fashioned, and you’re drinking a gin and tonic. “I work with them.” You gesture towards the other women of your party with your glass when you’re asked how you know the other women. “Telecommunications I ah, work in billing with Beth and Ruth. Caroline and Maggie work in sales. “You follow his gaze to the blonde with a dazzling smile, slender build and soft curly hair that tumbled past her shoulders. “She’s single. Her boyfriend was cheating on her, so she dumped him.” Hangman lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “What about you?” He says easily. “Billing. It’s kind of boring but I get to work with numbers all day.” You finish off the last few swallows of your drink swirling the ice in your glass. “I heard that, I didn’t hear if you’re single.” “I’m sorry?” “Are you single?” He steps closer, fingers raising your chin to look up at him. “I don’t normally care, but I have to behave, this detachment means to much to me to get washed out because I’m getting into fights with people who don’t matter.” His thumb brushes along your lower lip and he continues, “That dress was made to be shown off. Dance with me, and they’ll all see it.” Your body curves toward him magnetically. He’s so close, one leg between your knees, his free hand on the wall behind you. You can almost taste the bourbon on his lips, and when you manage to meet his eyes, there’s no teasing there. He’s earnest, and with your hesitation there’s a flicker of something you can tell he’s not quite used to experiencing. “I’m not a good dancer.” He’s stealing the air from your lungs, the words barely slipping past your lips. “I’m a very good teacher.” He murmured, lips brushing against your ear. “Dance with me ---” He nearly purred your name, “Please?” “Why?” Confusion was not a good look on him. You almost regretted the question, but before you could open your mouth to take it back, his hand is around your wrist, pulling you off the barstool in a smooth motion. Someone wolf whistles as he leads you through the crowd, out the side door that had been propped open by a brick and into the cool night air. It's no easier to breath out here, especially when his fingers slide from your wrist to interlock with your fingers. His hand dwarfs yours, slightly calloused, warm and it just feels right. There’s a moment where higher brain function ceases to exist, you find yourself eye level with his chest, his other hand resting at the small of your back. “Why wouldn’t I want to dance with you?” His lips brush your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “It’s the only way for me to get my hands on you that’s fit for public consumption.” Higher brain function had definitely ceased when those words clicked into place. “And, before you ask, yes, I want to get my hands on you. Well, hands to start.” His chuckle made your stomach flip-flop. “You can have your pick of anyone in that bar.” You can hear the music a bit better out here, and he’s pulled you closer, flush against him. You can feel every angle and hard plane of his body under his uniform. Despite your better judgement, you grip the back of his uniform, trying to ground yourself as he leads you in a slow circle in the back alley. “I have what I want. Right here.” His hand is splayed on your back, five points of heated contact. You’re almost convinced that he can feel the rapid tattoo of your heart against his chest. His lips brush your cheek, along your jaw, and you can feel yourself tipping your head to chase the kiss that didn’t come. “Trust me sugar, I save the world every day. It’s nice to have someone soft to hold onto.” His eyes are soft, not a trace of pity in them. “Tell me what you need to believe me.” “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do in one night. Words are pretty Hangman, and I’ve been humiliated more times than I can count.” You feel a flush as unwanted memories come flooding back. Too many times have you been the butt of jokes, the third wheel, or been ghosted. “I’m not them.” A group of sailors burst through the door, laughing and joking with each other. They migrated to the other end of the alley, a few of them lighting cigarettes. You paused to pull away, only to feel Hangman’s grip tighten, pulling you as close as physically possible.

“Kiss me.” You meet his gaze, jaw set in the challenge. He’d back off with witnesses. You were almost certain of it. You had not calculated the way he would tip your chin up, the feeling of his mouth against yours, and the sound that came from the back of the man’s throat as he kissed you. You could taste the smoky bourbon on his lips as he deepened the kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, gripping lightly. You felt that wall you’ve built up to protect yourself from men exactly like him weaken. Your arms slip over his shoulders, his hair surprisingly soft under your fingers. “Fuck.” He whispers against your mouth before he’s kissing you again, slower this time. Deep, claiming, and it’s all you can do to hold onto him. Your back hits the wall, feeling him melt against you. His hands trace over your body, the back of his fingertips brushing the curve of your breasts, down your sides to land on your hips. Your weight shifts as he pulls you flush against him, and he’s hard. He’s also looking at you as if he was starving and you’re his last meal. There’s a flush across those sharp cheekbones, his lips parted, breathing shallow. He dips his head, mouth landing on your neck, his hands sliding over your hips to your ass. You move against him on instinct alone, and the moan that slides against your skin makes your toes curl. Inhibitions loosened by earlier conversation, top shelf gin, and the searing heat from his mouth on your skin, you slide one hand between your bodies, cupping him through his pants. His hips roll, pressing against your hand, and you can feel his cock twitch under your ministrations. He's panting against your collarbone, your name whispered like a prayer. “I give as much as I get darlin.” His voice is heavy, raspy and its music to your ears. “Just remember that.” There’s a wolf whistle from the other end of the alley, and a masculine voice calls out “Get a room, Seresin.” Hangman’s grin is outright predatory when he lifts his head. He winks at you, hands shifting slightly, and he's lifted you, fingertips gripping your thighs as they’re wrapped around his waist. Protest dies on your lips when his hands brush along the inside of your thighs, stopping just short of where your body so desperately needs them. He’s holding you against the wall with just his body and fuck you can’t think anymore. “I need to hear a yes, or no darlin.” Featherlight, his touch strokes along your skin. You nod, licking your lips, throat dry, but manage to squeak out, “yes.” He swallows your moans with another kiss. His fingers slipping under the fabric of your panties, teasing slowly against the wet heat of your core. There’s a slight stretch as two fingers ease into you, any discomfort soothed by the easy glide of his thumb over your clit. There’s nothing in this world but him right now. The press of his body, how easily he holds you, the way his mouth burns against your neck, the soft puffs of breath against damp skin as absolute filth spills from kiss swollen lips. You can only hear his voice, and the way your body responds to his touch, and how desperately you need more than just those skilled hands. “You’re gripping me so tight baby.” His eyes are heavily lidded, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “So fucking wet for me, you’re soaking my hand.” He nips at ear, the flash of pain making you arch against him. “Gonna cum like this for me? Or can I feel this sweet pussy drain my cock.” “More.” Your head hits the wall, and it’s all you can do to answer him. Pleasure is spiraling through you, moving ever closer to that edge of nothingness as this gorgeous man watches you with hazy eyes. “Say it.” His fingers curl just right, and your entire body tightens in response. “Tell me you want my cock.” You’re not too proud to give him what he wants. “Please, I want,” Your breath hitches as his thumb drags achingly slow circles on your clit. “I want your cock.” You can feel yourself clench around nothingness when his fingers slide from your body. He studies his hand, sucking your wetness from his fingers. “I knew I should have gotten my mouth on that pussy. But we can do that later.” He chuckles softly. There’s a moment of Hangman adjusting you against the wall, the rasp of his uniform’s zipper too loud in your ears. You watch transfixed at as his hand wraps around his cock, stroking a few times working the condom on. Cocks weren’t the most attractive part of anatomy, and it figures that someone who looked as good as him would have a pretty dick. “Thank you darlin.” He winks at you, realization that you said that last bit out loud. Your body had already accommodated his fingers which were thicker and longer than your own; but the press of his cock into you makes you ache in a way you hadn’t realized you had missed. His kiss was different this time, almost tender as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours. Your fingers tangle in his hair mussing it, tasting yourself and his bourbon on his tongue. Hangman’s eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping past parted lips. You can feel his pulse against your lips, rapid and erratic as you kiss his neck, nipping at his collar bone. His hips snap harder into you, driving himself further into you. His touch is in stark contrast to how he’s fucking you, mapping your frame, as though he’s committing your body to memory. His fingers once more find your clit, working you in time with his thrusts, words ghosted against your shoulder as you roll your hips against him, meeting his pace. “Hangman…” every nerve in your body is on fire, sweat beading on your skin, and everything that you are is played so exquisitely by the man pounding into you. Pleasure spirals, nails finding purchase on his back, the guttural snarl against your collarbone nearly tipping you over the edge. “Jake.” You repeat what he said, and he trembles under your hands. He whimpers your name when you come, feeling yourself tightening around that thick cock. He fucks you through your orgasm, unrestrained, erratic before he’s coming and for a moment you see all that tension and arrogance melt away from his features and there’s nothing but soft pleasure. He slumps against you, breathing heavy, the collar of his uniform damp with sweat. “Jake, please…” you’re not sure what you’re asking for when he pulls out of you. His hands shake slightly as he adjusts the hem of your dress. A handful of napkins from the pocket his pants serves as clean up as he gently wipes between your thighs and cleaning himself up. The wall holds you up, your legs jelly, a pleasant ache in your muscles. He grins at you, and it’s a bit crooked, far less perfect than before and the real expression catches your breath. “Why don’t you text your girls, darlin. Let them know that you’re alright.” His thumb traces along your lower lip. “I can take you home, you can reapply that pretty red lipstick and we’ll see what it looks like smeared on my cock.”

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[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

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[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)

———

“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."

---

"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."

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[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. 

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[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-

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[after-witch]

Imagine being Mahito’s oblivious human pet

note: general warnings for Mahito?? toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship behaviors, implications of future body transformation & abuse

It’s not impossible for non-sorcerers to see him, but it is unusual enough for it to be a novelty. 

So when you bump into him in the street and apologize profusely, almost falling over yourself to engage in those so-very-human pleasantries, he’s immediately delighted.

A new toy! How fun! He can play with you for a while before he drags you to the sewers for experimentation. 

He sees you glancing down and follow suit, realizing that you dropped some bags. Groceries or errands, clearly. And then he decides he wants to see how far this can go, so he offers to help you carry them back to your apartment. “They look heavy,” he says. “And it’s getting dark. You shouldn’t walk home alone.”

A normal person would say no, especially given his appearance, especially given that he’s a total stranger, especially given that yes, it is getting dark, and letting someone you’ve never met know where you live is monumentally stupid.

But you, with an almost shy look, profusely thank him--but you carry the bags yourself, insisting that you can’t possibly impose, since he’s taking the time out of his evening to walk you home. 

Oh, he can tell you’re going to be fun. 

You’re so trusting that it’s ridiculous. Maybe, he muses, you had bad relationships in your past. Maybe you were used to being steamrolled over. There were plenty of humans like you.

And so the two of you walk down the street. You, carrying the bags and Mahito carrying on a conversation. 

“What’s your name?” You give it. “Where do you live?” You tell him. “What do you like to do for fun?” He gets to hear all about your mundane, human hobbies that your kind think are so so important. 

And then you begin to ask him questions about himself. The same things he asked you, sure, but you follow them up with curious little thoughts. 

He soaks in the fact that to any passers-by, you must look like a crazy person talking to yourself. It makes him engage in even more conversation, to see if you’ll notice the funny looks people give you.

But you’re so focused on him, seemingly actually interested in the answers to your inane questions, that the odd looks escape your notice.

It’s even funnier, somehow, that you’re so invested in this evening walk and the answers he’s giving you.

So when the two of you reach the front of your apartment building and you stare at him, biting your lip, seemingly wanting to ask him something but being too shy to say it... he’s the one that fills in the blanks.

“Hey, this was a nice chat. Let’s meet up again some time.”

You stumble over your words and he can practically feel the heat coming off your soul, pulsing and needy. “How about tomorrow?” You finally stammer out. “We can meet here? And then go for... coffee?”

He smiles. And anyone with an ounce of self-preservation should see something dangerous in that smile. But you, too-trusting you, merely grin right back. 

Mahito’s not exactly sure when things turned from him idly listening to you chatter, imagining all the different directions he could mold and pull your self, and into a game that is far more complex.

A game in which you consider him your “boyfriend.”

A game in which he spends more time with you than he should, really, considering all that he has to do.

A game in which you fuck and cuddle and go on dates, inside and outside your little apartment.

A game in which he kisses you and holds you, and you don’t notice (or pretend not to notice, and that might just be more delicious) the way he sometimes bites too hard, grips your body until it bruises, doesn’t stop when you say he’s going too hard or fast.

But something about it all is strangely... relaxing. Maybe even rejuvenating, the way a trip to the hot springs can be.

You like to rent movies. Shitty ones, usually, or horror movies that make you scream and bury your head in his shoulders. He can’t wait to hear you scream for real, down the line; will you still want to press your cheek into his body to hide yourself, then?

You cook for him, or order takeout, and you’re always amazed by the sheer amount of food he can put away.

Despite all of this... you never seem to question your relationship. You never seem to question him. 

Not when you ask him to go on a double date, or come to your family’s house for a dinner party to meet your parents, and he gives excuse after excuse as to why he simply can’t.

Not when your friends stop by unannounced and he crawls out the bathroom window and doesn’t come back until everyone is gone. 

Not when he sometimes changes his answers about where he lived or what he does.

Not when he does any of the things that should scream “This is not right” to anyone looking out for the simplest of red flags.

But that’s why the game is so entertaining, isn’t it? Because you keep on pushing through, despite the warnings he’s giving you. 

You are too naive and ignorant to put into words. He’s amazed that no other curse has gotten you yet. That no human has gotten you either, for that matter. Humans do love to prey on those weaker than them. And you, my dear, are practically a little lamb. 

You ask, once, hesitantly, about the scars running down his face and arms and body. And all he has to do is look a little sad, turn his eyes away and say, remotely, that it was a bad accident... a long time ago... he doesn’t like to talk about it.

And you, like the mouse that you are, squeak out an apology and promise not to bring it up again. 

He pulls you closer to his body and you seem to melt into his touch, like always. “It’s all right,” he says. “I’ll forgive you...”

There is something warm that comes with the way you cuddle against him during times like this. A slow, calm, warm feeling as he holds you against him and you’re content to simply snuggle, quiet and loving. Sometimes you fall asleep in his arms and drool on his clothes. 

You’re so helpless and stupid and he feels such a terrible, twisty fondness for you because of it. You really are the best toy, the best pet, a curse could ask for. 

Occasionally he debates hurting you when you’re getting too comfortable with him, but something in him always decides against it. That will come later, but for now? He wants this cloying saccharine stillness with you. He wants you to cuddle into his arms and murmur his name, sometimes even calling him the nickname you gave him (’Hito, and isn’t that just precious?) as you keep your fingers gripped so tightly on his shirt. 

It’s not real to him. He doesn’t love you, not really. Not in the way you love him, your soul absolutely filled with these heavy aches of longing and trust every time you see him, touch him, let him hold you and kiss you and fuck you. 

It’s too soft, too sweet to go on for too long. He knows that. He’ll tire of the game soon enough.

When he does, you’ll be another trinket in his collection, another human to mold and transfigure. 

But until then, why not enjoy it? 

#mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #afterwitch writes #reader imagines

[chillyneon]

Honestly if my Reader Fics or Imagines lead people to incorporate these aspects in their own self insert lore, I think that's cool!

I always feel kind of nervous if I get inspired by those for all my selfship AUs, but I really love getting inspired by other people's F/O imagines! But that's kind of why we write them, to get people's creative juices flowing. * U*

Love you all for reading those imagines and fics, GO FORTH WITH INSPIRATIONS LOVES YOUR F/OS ADORE YOU 💜

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[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.

#stardew valley sebastian #sebastian stardew x reader #sebastian x reader #fluff writing #reader imagines #stardew imagines

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Random Lyle HCs

These are purely selfish sfw headcanons of my favorite blue boy. I’m not personally really familiar with the Avatar lore so I’m just going off my own imagination on some stuff. Also not sure how I want to go about my smut hc/fic for him so I’m stalling by writing this lol. I’m hoping to have some free time later this week to sit down and write some more, but I can’t make any promises. I’m really torn because all of my writing so far is done with my human oc as the base of my headcanons and I’m not sure if people would read my stuff if I used my oc and not reader inserts. Let me know if you have a preference one way or the other, maybe it’ll help me figure out what to do.

* Lyle is the type of person who would carry around a picture of someone close to him wherever he goes. The specific picture of you that he carries around? It’s a mirror selfie where you and Lyle are standing in front of the mirror flexing your biceps with a huge grin on both of your faces. Every time he looks at the picture he feels comforted. I don’t feel like the other recoms would make fun of pictures like this because everyone has someone special in their life that they would want by their side during rough moments.

* I feel like Lyle would be the type of person who wouldn’t mind reading, maybe not college textbooks or romance novels. But magazines about cars, fitness, guns, or anything similar? Loves them and reading them is one of his favorite low-energy hobbies.

* Lyle actually thinks most of Pandora’s wildlife is pretty cool. Back on Earth a lot of animals had died out so there really wasn’t anything aside from the occasional house pets. (*Not super familiar with the lore of Avatar’s Earth so idk if this is even accurate but just roll with it*) Obviously has a very healthy fear of most of the things crawling around in the jungle but every time he sees a cool lizard or even those monkeys he always stares for a bit. His favorite animal on Pandora? Ikran, his specifically. He thinks they are dope as hell and loves how vibrant the patterns are. Flying is just an added bonus.

* Still dedicated to his mission but finds his mind wandering about other possibilities such as what would happen if they fail again. He’s weirded out by being in an Avatar body the way it is now and the idea that all his memories are on a data stick in someone’s lab somewhere makes him uneasy. He doesn’t want to die but has the sinking feeling that the RDA would keep bringing everyone back as many times as it would take to finish business so to speak.

* Not one to believe in happy endings, especially after everything he’s been through but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be a nice change. Your presence through the readjustment period was a godsend and he’s crossing his fingers that you’ll get to keep in touch even as the mission progresses. Sometimes in the morning, he’ll just stare at you in the kitchen while you make yourself breakfast almost like if he moved his eyes from your frame you would disappear. When you catch him staring you make fun of him a little bit. “I’m not going to share if you keep staring like that.” Or “Why don’t you make yourself useful and start washing some of the dishes if you’re just going to sit there ogling.”

* Doesn’t like sharing even with the other recoms, but he makes an exception for Z-Dog simply because she’s the only one he trusts not to break his stuff. Quaritch is usually a no too surprisingly unless it’s necessary for the mission or to maintain a decent relationship. Gets kind of possessive over his stuff just because he hates when people take his stuff and don’t put it back.

* Lyle likes to listen to music when he’s at home base during his downtime. Whether that’s just by himself in his room, out in the common quarters with the gang, or in the science loft with you while you play your own music. I feel like he’d be the type to like mainly rock music personally, but he doesn’t make too much of a fuss about what other people are playing as long as it’s disrupting the quiet. I could totally see him branching out to metal music when he’s in the gym cuz it hypes him up.

* He’s surprisingly decent at braiding his own hair but insists that you do it when he gets out of the shower. He’ll sit on the floor crisscrossed in front of the couch and nestles between your legs, enjoying the warmth that comes from your skin. Sometimes after a stressful day, you spend a little bit of time massaging the back of his neck and the area around his queue gently and he just about melts every time. Also loves it when you sing to him while you comb and braid his hair.

* Sometimes if he doesn’t want your bonding session to end he’ll purposely make it harder for you by moving or swiveling his head around (to your annoyance). “Seriously, sit still! You are such a toddler. You want your shit fixed or what?” You smack him on the side of his head and he lets out a snort. “I thought we agreed to no hitting outside of the bedroom?” You let out a huff and tug his queue a bit. “I never agreed to that, especially not with how annoying you can be.”

* Hates going up into the science loft since the ceilings are shorter than the main level and he smacks his head into the lights and stuff but does it anyway to spend time with you. He’s a pretty selfish person and prefers to have his time with you be just the two of you. He’ll sit on the floor next to your desk and make small talk with you while you work on your projects. When he thinks you’ve been sitting for too long he makes you get up and go down to the kitchen where he’ll make you a snack and have you do some stretching.

* After a long day of you at your desk he loves to go into your room and stretch out (as best he can) on your bed. You like to complain that he messes up your pillows but you really don’t mind it. Lyle likes to pull you onto the bed with him and squishes you against his chest. When it’s just the two of you he doesn’t bother holding back his purrs because he knows you like them, but in front of the group he does his best to quiet it. You’ll usually stay cuddled up together until it’s dinner time or someone calls for him.

* I also think Avatars have scent glands just like normal kitties so when he rubs up against your belongings like your bed or your clothes he’s literally marking you as yours. As a “scientist,” you already knew about this, but you were a bit surprised to catch Lyle marking up the stuff in your room. He was a bit embarrassed when you caught him the first time, but continues to do it to the annoyance of the other recoms.

* I feel like Lyle wouldn’t mind cooking because it’s a necessary life skill to have and he’s pretty good at it. Hunting on Pandora would be a breeze for him. The fresh meat coupled with the veggies growing from your aquaponics would make a damn good meal. I feel like there are also a lot of weird recipes he follows, kinda like what broke college kids/ prison inmates would do (Ramen noodle burritos anybody?). Loves being able to “provide” for you which sounds silly but is always happy to cook for you, especially when you’re busy doing other things.

* Keeps his belongings and room pretty tidy. He’s not one to leave his stuff lying out which makes rooming with him preferable to the others, as you tend to trip on their stuff when they drop it all over the shack. Lyle catches wind of your annoyance and starts shoving stuff into the recom’s rooms so you have a clean living space to walk through.

* Likes helping you out in the gardens, whether it’s the native Pandoran patch outside the shack or the Earth one inside the outbuilding. You and your friend grow a variety of food found on Earth since you were still learning how to adapt to the foods on this planet. You head out each afternoon to check the crops and scribble notes down about the progress and Lyle likes to sneak strawberries when he thinks you aren’t looking.

* Lyle likes to make himself useful however he can whether that’s doing the heavy lifting, reaching for high objects, or fixing stuff around the shack. Does chores without being told to which was a pleasant surprise when you caught him outside fixing the rainwater basin. Loves helping out even more when you reward him with kisses and praise afterward even if he gets teased for kissing ass from the others.

* Hates when he has to leave for extended periods of time as he’s always worried about your safety out in the wilds. He knows he can’t get out of it so he does what he can to prepare you. “Okay so don’t go outside after dark, if you have to you both leave. One of you needs a gun and keep your-“ “Head on a swivel for any hostiles.” You give a small smile and grab his hand. “I know you’re worried, but we’re gonna be okay. You on the other hand need to promise me you’re going to come back. In one piece.” He squeezes your small hand and does his best to look sincere. “I’m always going to come back to you, no matter what happens.”

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