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thatfreshi · 8 months

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Out of Love (Astarion x reader)

Tw - death, vomiting, assisted suicide, sickness

Recommended Song: Past Hound - Adam Melchor

A couple of moons ago, you came down with a horrific illness. You and Astarion both don't know why, or how. You suspect foul play. After all, you didn't always make friends on your journeys. You wonder if perhaps you were poisoned, someone slipped something into a drink at the bar, changing the course of your life forever. The first month was like a bad flu, high fever, vomiting almost every day, barely able to eat. Over time though, your body started to ache. Astarion knew it was getting bad when you fell in the kitchen, breaking one of his favorite glasses. At first he was enraged, so angry that you could be so careless with one of his prized posessions. Then, he turned the corner and saw you lying on the floor, and quickly reverted his previous sentiments.

You don't remember exactly how long it's been. About two months in, Astarion told Shadowheart and Halsin to come over, realizing this was not going to go away on its own. They, tried, everything. Shadowheart went into a frenzy, reading up on everything she could, trying spells she had never cast before. Halsin got ahold of every other druid he knew in the city, to no avail. Everyone was clueless. The only thing they could determine is that this illness was man-made.

"So some bastard did try to finally get me, huh?"

You smile a little at your own comment, wincing at the pain it brings you. Astarion glares, not at you, but at the idea that someone would do this to you.

"Not funny my sweet."

It's now been four months. Astarion has tried his best to keep up with all the care you need, but it has turned both of your lives to shambles. Eventually he invited all your old companions over, to stay for a while, as they wanted to help with your illness. Despite the fact that he could barely stay awake at times, he would watch over you for hours on end, sometimes twenty at a time, until someone like Lae'zel dragged him out of your room to go lie down.

Gale has cooked every meal for all of you since you've gotten worse. He tries his best to make things from your childhood, things you'd find comforting. Shadowheart and Halsin continue to research your sickness, finding nothing. Wyll, Karlach, and Lae'zel take turns with Astarion, keeping watch over you, tending to your every need. At this point, you can barely get up most days, either from pain or lack of energy. Despite this, you can't ever sleep. If you do manage to drift off, it's for thirty minutes or so, and then you're jolted awake by some pain.

One day though, you're awoken by Astarion and Halsin arguing.

"I'm telling you Astarion, there is nothing I can do. Tav is going to pass. I don't know how soon, but I would start getting things in order."

He tries to hold back tears, to be good with his bedside manner, but it's almost impossible when Astarion keeps yelling back at him, desperate.

"Tav is not going to die. It's not time yet, you have to do something!"

"Please, Astarion. I don't want to fight with you. I know this is hard to hear, but it's over. There's nothing more we can do. There is no cure."

He tenses, ready to spit some nasty sentence about how he must be some great druid if he can't even heal people, but he refrains, wiping at his eyes. He storms off to his study, as all of your friends watch it unfold.

"I knew he was going to react like that."

Gale says sadly, looking down at the floor.

"I'll go take watch, give him some time."

And with that, Karlach comes into your room. You pretend to be asleep.

After a few agonizing hours, it's evening. Karlach brought you some soup that you couldn't bring yourself to even try eating. As the sun sets, Astarion is in the doorway, a grim look in his eyes. Without saying anything, Karlach takes her leave, giving him an understanding nod that you don't see.

When your lover makes his way to the bed, he lies down next to you, locking eyes with your tired gaze. It's as if you've been beaten twelve times over, the bags under your eyes have gotten so dark.

"Hello my sweet."

He smiles softly, trying to hide the sorrow, trying to shelter you from the news Halsin gave him.

"Hello my love."

You smile back, a little bit of pain and pressure in your face at the attempt.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

You snuggle into his side, trying not to move too much. He meets you halfway.

"I'm just... I'm so tired."

"I know darling... I know."

"No, Astarion. I'm tired of this."

"As am I. Shadowheart and Halsin are working steady as always, they'll find something."

You shake your head, a movement he can feel against his chest.

"No. No I... I heard."

You're exhausted, the air barely leaving your lungs.

"Heard what my dear?"

He's not good at playing dumb, the crack in his voice giving it all away. He hadn't thought about the argument, that you would've heard the two of them yelling about how you're going to die.

"What Halsin... what he told you."

And the tears well in his eyes instantly. He thought he wouldn't have to tell you, that he could keep this sacred thing going, that he could hold you without you needing to know it could all go away so quickly. You hear him sniffle, clearly trying to hold back.

"We don't know it's true Tav, they could still find something. They could be wrong."

His throat is coated in desperation, every word stabbing through your brain, trying to find something in you that believes him, even if he doesn't believe himself.

"They've been at it for months my love. I think it's over."

He grips you a little tighter, wishing for your existence, trying to hold the wind back from the embers of a long-gone flame. You both stay silent for a minute, as you try to work up the courage to ask him something. Something you're not even sure he'll say yes to, but you try.

"I want you to feed on me."

He scoffs, almost angrily.

"No my dear, not while you're sick. You need everything you can get.."

You shake a little, perhaps from the never-ending fever, or maybe from the fear, or the pain.

"No. I mean I want you to feed on me until I'm gone."

He tenses, shocked by your request.

"You... you what?"

You start to tear up, which only brings more pain.

"I'm just so tired Aster, and I've fought for so long. I want it to be over. I'm ready for it to be over, please."

You can barely make it through the end of your sentence without choking up.

"I can't do that, I- I won't!"

He sits up to look at you.

"You can't give up, not like this. There's still time, we still have time."

You reach out for his hand, and he obliges. As you squeeze you fingers into the back of his hand, you ask him one of the hardest questions he's ever had to answer.

"What, so you can watch me continue to suffer?"

He hadn't thought of it, that if this was horrific, how much worse could it get? How long was soon? Even Halsin didn't know how much time, not even an estimate, just... soon. He doubles down.

"No! So that, that maybe you can get better! That we can find the bastard that did this and make him cough up the cure. Maybe we can-"

"Astarion!"

You hadn't yelled for weeks, mustering up everything in your body to overpower his pleading voice. The tears continue to fall down his face, and he leans over, bringing your hand to his face.

"I can't Tav. I can't kill you. You're asking me to destroy the only thing I've ever loved, I-"

The thought of it makes him feel like throwing up, the thought of doing something like that to you. Forever ago he tried feasting on your blood in the middle of the night, long before you fell in love. And when you woke up to a strange man, a monster trying to steal your life force, you were kind. You let him drink from you, and every time he needed to after that.

"I love you so much, and I know you love me so much deeper than I could ever imagine, and I am asking you to do one last thing for me, out of love. I don't want to die to some unknown disease that's been ravaging my body, to pass in my sleep without so much as a thought. I want to die with you, right here, while everyone sleeps, where we can be alone one last time."

It's hard to argue with you, but Astarion feels as though ending your life is hardly an act of love. Mortal lives are already so fleeting, and yet you are asking him to cut it even shorter, to let you go. He meets your eyes again.

"Can I at least go slow?"

"As slow as you'd like."

You weakly smile, and he realizes there is no more considering your offer. This is what you want, and only he can give it to you.

"Okay."

He leans down to kiss you, slowly making his way to your throat, hesitating at first.

"I love you more than you'll ever know."

No pet names, no antics, no fluff. It's the first time you think he's ever said something so serious about how in love with you he is.

"I love you too Astarion."

And it's rare that you ever call each other by your first names. He shivers a little, saying you love 'Astarion' and not 'your sweet' or 'your love.' With your declarations out of the way, he pierces your skin with his fangs, slower than usual. Feeding from you is almost always a rabid act, desperate, feral. He's reserved, savoring every moment, knowing this is it, the last time he'll taste your blood, the last time he'll hold you in his arms, the last time you'll lie in this bed together. When the cold subsides and the numbness takes over, you're at peace for the first time in a long time. All you feel is the slow lapping of your blood, and his grasp tight around you. It feels like forever to you, but moments for him. As the flowing river becomes smaller, the tiniest drops coming out of your neck, he feels your body start to go limp, your skin start to get cold. He fulfills your request despite how much he's hurting, and he drinks until there is nothing left, until you're gone.

A wail echoes through the house, waking up your companions as they rush to see what's happened. As Shadowheart is the first to reach the doorway, she sees Astarion clutching your body, sobbing hysterically. She gets up next to him, clamoring on, asking what happened. He can barely speak, and the rest watch in silence.

"Tav- I- I had to- they wanted me to-"

Guilt-ridden, terrified of what he's done despite you pleading with him minutes ago, Astarion can only stutter the same phrases over and over again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I- I didn't want to- please."

"Hey, it's okay. Astarion. Astarion?"

Shadowheart notices the blood all over his mouth and the sheets, and the two perfect pin pricks in your neck, realizing what he's done. Astarion looks up for a moment, still clutching your dead body in his hands. And then, he points at Halsin.

"YOU. You fool, Tav heard us, they heard what you said. They gave up because of you. I had to kill them because of you..."

He starts to sob again, losing the rage, overcome with a sorrow that is inexplainable. Halsin only stays silent, knowing these are words of grief and not truth.

"Get out."

Halsin starts to step aside, believing the comment to be about him. When no one else moves, Astarion's eyes dart across the room at everyone, almost manic.

"Get out, all of you. GET OUT."

"Astarion, you can't-"

Gale is cut off by what is such a guttural scream, he can hardly believe it came from the vampire.

"LEAVE."

He comes back to your body, sobbing into flesh that no longer feels.

"Just please leave me alone..."

Shadowheart quietly gets off the bed, ushering everyone out of the room, softly closing the door behind her. Astarion can barely hear the murmurs outside the bedroom door, as he begins muttering to your lifeless corpse.

"I'm so sorry my dear... I'm so sorry. I should've done more, I should've told you to stay, I-"

He can't find the words, relentlessly blaming himself for your choice, wondering if there was any way to get around this. His mind wanders to that first month, when you dropped his wine glass, how he yelled from the other room, how he scolded you for being careless with his things, and he realizes how stupid life is. Nothing matters, a wine glass doesn't matter, you matter. And you were the only thing that ever mattered.

Hours go by, and dusk turns to dawn. Eventually, Gale comes back to the door, knocking softly.

"I'm coming in."

He's met with Astarion still, lying with your body, the blood crusted on the sheets, and his bloodshot eyes. It's as if he barely moved.

"I think... I think it's time."

While Gale wishes that Astarion could stay by your side forever, he knows your corpse will start to change soon, to become worse and worse as the hours pass by. It takes him forever to pry your lover from your side, eventually leading him to the living room, where he lies on the sofa, curled up, as Halsin begins to prepare your body.

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musical-shit-show · 1 month

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little taste of heaven

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #53 (“why don’t you make me?”) from Prompt List #1 and #78 (“oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”) from Prompt List #2 with added inspiration taken from a request from the lovely @odins-nsfw

Warnings: cursing, Adam is an asshole (what else is new), tiny bit of angst if you squint, general kinda rough smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!!), oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, digital manipulation, unprotected sex, Adam and reader are definitely toxic, enemies that are also lovers :)

Word Count: 2,149

Author’s Note: This took me a little longer to write but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Definitely getting more comfortable with writing smut, and writing for Adam is still proving to be very fun. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with my other Adam one shots (which you can read here and here); it seriously means so much to see the positive feedback. I still have one more request in my inbox, but I will definitely be writing for more Hazbin characters as the year goes on (especially since we don’t know when the show is coming back). But if you’d like to submit an ask, check out my About Me page, Prompt Lists, and other works in my Masterlist! Thanks and happy reading, depraved sinners!

“Hey, toots, settle a bet for us, would ya?” you heard Angel Dust call to you from across the hotel lobby. Ever since Charlie Morningstar successfully staved off an attack from Heaven’s army, you decided to join her crusade towards redeeming the seemingly irredeemable.

You were first assigned as a quasi-concierge, since you had spent most of your time in Hell bouncing from one side of the Pride Ring to the other. You hopped up from your desk and met Angel, who was slumped across the bar; Husk was silently cleaning a glass, a small smirk on his feline face.

“What’s up, guys?” you breathed, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You were grateful for the free accommodations that the hotel provided, but you didn’t expect the afterlife would involve diving into the wonderful world of customer service.

The porn star shifted his gaze to Husk, and you could tell they were both up to something. “Are ya fuckin’ the angel or what?” the bartender asked, his voice gruff. Angel almost spit out the swig of malt liquor he had just taken.

You feigned confusion, turning to the spider-like demon. “Angel Dust, I think I would know if I were fucking the biggest porn star—”

“Actor.”

“—Actor,” you corrected yourself, “on this side of Hell. You should know he’s not my type, Husk, honest.”

Angel Dusk tsked. “You know that’s not who we’re talking about, babycakes,” he said, his voice lowering, “We’re talking about the angel. Or, I guess the fallen angel.”

Oh, shit.

You shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, swirling the whiskey glass Husk had placed in front of you. “No clue what you mean by that.”

“Bullshit,” Husk said testily.

“See, I told you she’d lie,” Angel drawled, smiling smugly, “You can read it on her pretty little face.” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Yes, you had been fucking Adam. And yes, you had been keeping it from the rest of the hotel residents. Even after showing up—in a new demonic form, no less—to be redeemed, you knew no one, not even Charlie, trusted him fully after the last botched exorcism and direct attack on the hotel itself.

But he was drawn to you almost immediately, singling you out as someone to pursue and torment. And stupidly, you found yourself attracted to him, despite your better judgement.

“Who told you,” you deadpanned.

Angel Dust’s gaze flickered from you to Husk and back again. He sure knew how to be a fucking tease.

“Your stupid boyfriend,” Husk confirmed, not wanting to torture you any longer.

“Ya shoulda seen him bragging about it last night,” Angel added, no doubt living for the drama this would cause, “He’s got some loose lips once the booze starts flowin’. Real keeper if ya ask me.”

Stomach in knots, you attempted to put up a brave face, even with their taunting. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said definitively, now feeling anger welling up inside you.

This was all Adam’s fault. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and now you were the one dealing with the humiliating fallout. “Fine, fuck buddy, whatever,” Angel corrected, watching as you stood up from the barstool in a huff, “Doesn’t sound like it’ll last very much longer, given the look on your face.”

You rolled your eyes, completely over this conversation. “Would you excuse me?” you asked rhetorically, your voice dripping with poison. Even Angel looked perturbed for a moment.

Husk glanced over to his companion as you hopped off the barstool, practically seething, “Yeah, ‘course toots,” Angel called after you, still clearly tickled by this development. He loved this kind of soap opera drama bullshit.

You were still able to hear Husk say “Oh she’s gonna fuckin’ murder him,” as you climbed the steps and stomped to Adam’s room.

Pounding on the door, anger and embarrassment grew like a vicious virus inside you. When no one answered, you pressed your ear against the door and was met with the irritating sound of a whiny electric guitar.

“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed the ring of keys Charlie had given you when you were on shift. Even though you had technically clocked out, you weren’t above bending the rules to give Adam a piece of your mind.

You threw open the door, letting the thud as it hit the wall startle the fallen angel strumming his guitar lazily. “Jesus fu—” he started to say as he shifted on his bed, but then his eyes softened at the sight of you, “Oh, hey babe—”

“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, you fucking prick,” you spat, fire practically spewing from your mouth, “You’ve been telling people about us?!”

A tense pause.

“Maybe.”

Another pause.

“No?”

You could feel your eye beginning to twitch.

“Ugh, fine. Yes. But what’s the big deal?” Adam asked incredulously, finally putting his guitar down.

You paused for a moment, your anger simmering. The big deal was that you were embarrassed. That the thought of you and Adam going public made you look like a desperate sinner latching onto the only other wayward soul that would look your way.

And hell, you actually liked sneaking around, until he ruined it with his big, dumb mouth of his.

And maybe, just maybe, you were afraid that once the novelty wore off and everyone knew about you two, Adam would leave you behind and move onto the next shiny new toy to waltz into the hotel.

“Cat got your tongue, dollface?” he prodded, wanting to get a rise out of you. It was one of his new favorite pastimes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your anxiety being replaced by annoyance. “Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?” The former angel smirked, his eyes flitting up and down your form.

“First off, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he said as you rolled your eyes, “It’s fucking rude.”

You wanted to punch him.

“Second, why don’t you make me?”

That was the last straw.

You lunged at him, practically pouncing on top of him to kiss him hungrily. Adam knew exactly how to push your buttons, and pathetic as it was, you actually fell for it every time.

You were straddling him, and felt him wince as you bit his lip in the heat of the angry makeout. Adam knew you were pissed, and the more you fought for dominance, the harder he felt himself get.

After all, pleasure always tasted sweeter with a little pain. And you tasted fucking delicious.

Adam groaned as you pulled away from him, your face still radiating with heat and anger. You weren’t letting him off that easily, and he knew it.

“Lie down,” you muttered, your eyes scanning his smug expression. “Now.” Wordlessly, Adam complied, lying on his back as you removed your pants and underwear swiftly.

Adam raised his head slightly just in time to watch you remove your shirt and throw it across the room in a huff. He waited patiently for you to do his own disrobing on his behalf; the lazy bastard loved when you rode him.

But he didn’t feel the desperate grasp of your hands around his cock.

No, instead, you climbed up his chest, until you were eye to eye, his gold pupils dilated. “I’m going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up, aren’t I?”

Adam felt his pulse quicken. “What’d you have in mind?”

A sinful smile spread across your face. “Something I know you hate,” you teased, cupping his face gently, doing your best to seduce him into submission, “And something I happen to know your bestie Luci is very talented at.”

Adam gripped your arm, pulling your hand away from his face. You became frightened for a second, before he started peppering the inside of your wrist with small love bites.

The games you played toed a dangerous line between love and hate, and luckily Adam had been fucking you long enough to understand the moves you were making.

“I’m not eating you out,” he said, his expression darkening, “And don’t try to bait me with that little pretty boy. It won’t work.”

You felt your pulse quicken; clearly you had struck a nerve. You just had to push him a little further to get your way.

“Is that why Lilith really left?” you said, rolling your hips against his, feeling how hard he was underneath you, “Because you couldn’t…satisfy her the way that Lucifer could?”

You knew this would send him over the edge. And the moment you looked into his burning gold eyes, you knew you had won.

A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he growled, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. You smirked as he finally complied and laid on his back. Adam would rather give up control than have his skills in the bedroom be compared to the King of Hell.

You knew he was insecure, and if he was going to be a dick about it, the least you could do was take advantage.

Before he could change his mind, you placed each thigh on either side of his head, kneeling until your aching core met the lower half of his face. After a few seconds of resistance, you felt his lips part and flinched as his tongue slid into you.

“I can’t believe this was—ah—” you bucked your hips as he found his way to your clit, “This was the only way to get you to shut the fuck up.” You felt a hum of disapproval as his slender hands found his way to your ass.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the annoyed hum that radiated from your stubborn lover’s mouth. Finding your pace, you felt the tension in your abdomen rising as Adam continued to eat you out.

For not loving the act, you had to admit he was good at it. Feeling his tongue swirl inside you sent a shiver down you spine, and you felt a yelp leave your lips as he slapped your ass as you continued to buck on top of him.

In retaliation, he tried teasing you with small sucks and flicks, but you didn’t care; the fact that he was focusing on your gratification for a change was rewarding enough.

After a few minutes, though, the fallen angel had had enough of your domineering; if he was going to finish you off, he was going to do it his way.

Coming up for air, he placated you by circling one of his fingers around your clit. “Alright baby, you got what you wanted,” he breathed, “Now it’s my turn.”

In one fell swoop, he flipped you over onto your back, and disrobed in the blink of an eye. ‘Showoff,’ you thought to yourself, annoyed by the lack of his mouth on your pussy.

Before you could protest, two of his long fingers found his way inside you, pumping and curling to hit your sweet spot.

“After this, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion,” Adam muttered, his tempo growing more erratic, “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to get you off after your little outburst, but you can consider it a favor this time.”

You tried to focus more on satisfying sensation you were feeling than his bitching. “It’s the least you could do after that bullshit you pulled with Husk and Angel,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your back as you tightened around him, “They’ll fucking crucify me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby,” he cooed, resting his thumb on your bud as he continued to pump his fingers into you, “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

It only took a few more moments of stimulation for you to humiliatingly come undone around him, knowing he’d make you pay for it later.

Getting off always seemed to come with a price when it came to fucking Adam; at the very least you were able to shut him up for a few glorious minutes.

You contemplated if the grilling from the other guests and constant bickering was worth it, but you didn’t have much time to change your mind. Adam pulled you off your back and onto your stomach, and you winced as he slammed his cock into you, your ass on full display as he took you from behind.

You gripped the sheets, the friction of him inside you equal parts painful and gratifying. ‘Another question for another day,’ you thought, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you at an agonizingly delicious pace.

Right now, you had a pissy angel to placate and a couple of sinners to swear to secrecy.

Royally fucked didn’t even begin to describe the mess you had gotten yourself into.

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nescence · 4 months

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Tame

Toji fushiguro X Fem!Reader

Summery ↓

You feel like experimenting, Toji immediately regrets it.

Warnings: Restriction, degrading, Rough sex, hair pulling, edging, slight food play, masturbation

"Are you kidding me?" Toji glares at you, eyes on you as you come walking forward to face him. His nose twitches at the sight of your smirk. "Get this shit off me" he spits, tugging at the chains. You chuckle mockingly, which only angered him more. but what can he do?.

"why? you agreed to it" you act clueless, as if the terms you both agreed on completely passed over your mind.

"i didn't agree to my hands being tied" his, full of anger, bore into yours, calm and collected. "Would you prefer your legs being tied?" you take a step forward "or both?" your face was inches away from his, a grin on your face when he stays silent. your eyes shift to see his hands squirming within those chains. "Besides" you take a step back, sitting on the table with legs crossed as you stare him down. taking in how good he looks with his arms chained behind his back. "You look good like this" Your voice seductive and low, eyes scanning his body. Taking in all the muscles, his upper body bare for you to enjoy - veins leading to his cock which was left to your imagination. Your eyes undressed and degraded him as he stood there helpless. “Cute little dog…” you grin.

"[name]" He growls, bringing your attention back to your conversation.

"What?"

"Let me--"

"No" You deadpan, getting off the table. he opens his mouth to argue but you beat him to it "say it then." Your hands go to trails your nails down the side of his face, brining it to the tip of his chin. "If you want this off, you know what to say" you lean into his ear, your hand caressing his face as you mumbled into it "But you won't. because that bulge tells us otherwise". You give him a kiss before backing off, the playful tone returning “so” you cup his face “be a good boy and listen, because you’ve been getting really brave for a guard dog” you grin, noticing how his brows furrow at your taunting. He hated it. He hated how you’d speak to him so condescendingly, as if he was below you. As if he couldn’t crush you if he wanted. Yes. You’re his boss and he’s your bodyguard. But he couldn’t help but get pissed every time you spoke to him like that.

No one else would dare. But you.

You knew his past, his affliliations with the wrong crowd, crimes, way of life, temper. How he’d kill a man for money without any second thoughts. And yet here he is at your mercy being treated like a lowly rat.

He fucking hates it.

“You better watch how you look at me, you know you love it” you spoke from the bar across the room, pouring a glass of red wine. Bringing it up to your lips, you keep eye contact with the big man. Anger all over his face but you knew otherwise. You scoff, taking steps forward.

“And he’s still glaring” you tilt your head to the side, brows now furrowed. “Sometimes I’m too nice to you” your hand creeps to the back of his head , caressing his locks before gripping them, pulling his head back with a hard and aggressive tug. He groans, caught off guard by sudden roughness cursing at you as a response to the stinging. “Maybe I should be more a bitch to you. Hmm?” Your nails goes to Adam’s apple, tracing down to his pecs. He flinches, feeling his nipple being squeezes between your fingers and your lips on his other leaving kisses in his slightly tanned skin. Shivers spread all over his body feeling you creep closer to his bulge, tracing, kissing and running your fingers over the smooth curves of his muscles as you did, prolonging the time it takes you to reach his aching boner. His eyes close, waiting patiently for your delicate touch. Hearing the zip of his pants go down his dick springs free.

“Fucking hell Toji…you’re rock hard” you spoke in awe, watching as his cock curved slightly to the right. His tip blushed red leaking with precum, and veins swollen and clear for you to see. The sight turned you on immediately, you could feel yourself dripping as you carefully felt his dick in your fingers. The warmth and small throbbing in your hold. Toji’s chest rises, the slightest touch from you acting as a stimulant.

You reach for the wine glass, the cool liquid coating Toji’s cock - red painting the floor and going well with his blushed tip. You stick your tongue out, licking the dripping liquid off his dick before swirling your tongue around him. You feel him shudder underneath you, the warmth from your mouth encasing his tip rushes all over his dick. It doesn’t take long for his hip to rock back and forth attempting to gain more friction and speed from you. But you’re quick to back off. Instead, using your hand to rub him off. But it wasn’t enough, his eyes go down to meet yours, staring right up at him with a cheeky look. He would curse you but seeing you on your knees, wearing his shirt, knowing underneath there’s nothing but your naked body did something to him. It was getting hard to put yo a front, he needed to cum so fucking bad. But the speed at which your rubbing him off was agitatingly slow.

He knows what you want. But he’s not giving it you. He won’t give you that pleasure of seeing him beg again, seeing as you thrived and got off him being in such a vulnerable position.

“You’re getting really swollen.” You spoke as if just noticing his condition, how his cock looked angry. How precum remained leaking from his tip as you rubbed him, spreading the liquid all over his tip. “And you’re being really slow” he speaks as if he’s out of breath, glancing up at him you notice his eyes. Full of desperation. As full of lust as yours is. “You tryna tell me something?…Toji?” You stare at him expectantly, as his mouth open to speak you were ready to jump in joy at the words that were coming out of his mouth. I’m sorr—- “Go fuck yourself” he lets out, your eyes close caught off guard. Of course…

“I forgot how stubborn you are” Your hand withdraw from his dick, you stood up only to walk towards the table. With both hands clutching the table you pull it forward, screeched echo around the room whilst you bring the table closer to Toji. He watches, confused as you say comfortably. “But that is a good idea”

“I finger myself, right here at such a close distance. What can you do?”

His jaw clenches, refusing to answer once again. But stays silent. And watches. Your hand goes inbetween your legs, face contorting into one of pleasure as you rub your clit. The silence between the both of you now filled with your moaning and fingering of your cunt. “Oh…fuck. Toji~” you moan purposely, making sure his name comes out in a dirty whimper as you fucked yourself with your fingers. Slightly opening your eyes your notice his eyes on your hands, the want and lust in his orbs as he stares intently at your covered cunt. So you spread your legs wider. Now the light shines on your pussy, showing him how glossed full of juice you were, hour you rubbed and fingered your clit and hole like a whore. “Baby…” you call out to him “baby I need you…” the soft smile on your face hides the smirk you’ve been holding back and without hesitation Toji falls for your facade. Bucking his hips forward to have you take his dick in hand, his tip goes to your hole. But doesn’t go in. Instead you rubbed it up and down your cunt, covering him with your slick as you moaned. Not forgetting to tease him each time you ‘accidentally’ slipped him in.

“…me put it in” the low mumble from him catches your attention. “What?” You say, a sign for him to speak louder.

“Let me put it in” he speaks clearly, avoiding eye contact when you raise your brows. “What?” You taunt. He knows what you want to hear. “Fuck it. Please [name] please let me—” he groans feeling himself slip inside you with ease, your slick mixed with his acting as lube.

“See? If you did this from the beginning-” you huff out a moan as Toji freely fucks himself into you “we would’ve had zero problems- fuck-” your head goes back, enjoying the feeling of his cock pounding at your core. All you could was him, every inch of his dick plunging into you. Every time. Every time you forget how big this man is, how his dick would be visible through your lower belly. His tip poking through you every time he goes back into you. As for Toji, the thrill he seeks knowing that you loved his cock whole was pure ecstasy for him. Seeing how your body reacts to him, clenching and squeezing his seed from him every time you reached climax. If only he could hold you. Feel your soft skin under his strong grip, only to see it later marked and bruised with his name written all over it.

Your back touches the table, allowing Toji to do the work. His hips contacting yours with full power, inching you closer and closer to climax with every thrust. Your whimpering and moaning now uncontrollable, a drunken smile in your face contrasting Toji’s: brows knitted together, and jaw clenched. Him too feeling all the tension in his body coming to a release. Your eyes sight becomes blurred, feeling the steam about to come out of you. And Toji watches as his dick disappears into your pussy, dirty sight. Both of you mixing perfectly.

He feels his release coming, one he’s been itching for since the start and now he’s going to get it.

But suddenly he feels everything go away, as if left on a cliffhanger. Toji opens his eyes in a moment of frustration, not knowing whether to insult you or the chains restricting him but either way now he’s simply pissed off.

“What’re you doing?” He speaks through gritted teeth, your back was now turned to him.

“Switching” before he knows it you laid on the table, ass hanging off with one leg up whilst the other keeps you standing. Now you felt exposed more than ever, your cunt presented for him in full view. And as if a dog chasing its treat, you didn’t utter a word for Toji to take the bait. You’re immediately being pushed into the table with full force, your lips hurting from how hard you were biting them and fingers attempting to grip nothing. Simply slipping on the smooth surface of the table. Now you felt as though he was deeper, as if he reached lengths in pussy no one could ever reach.

“Shit you’re fucking me like a bitch in heat— ah- fu..” you voice stayed wavering. He was fucking you too good that you can’t even get full sentences out. Every time he drives into you, you felt as through his dick was about to rip through your lower stomach.

“Thought that’s what you wanted” he replies, and you could hear the smirk in his voice when he did, his heavy breathing sounded so hot.

“Shut up you mutt…ah..” you huff out another moan, Toji’s grin simply getting bigger. It’s as if the roles reversed. “You know you love it” he taunts “you’re taking me like a desperate whore” he pants, fucking you surprisingly harder than before.

“Yes! Fuck fuck fuck!” Your brows curve, if Toji was to see the expression you were making he’d probably cum just from that alone. You were enjoying this more than you expected, he had you stuffed full of his cock, and his length in you and width stretching you each time he slaps in you. You hum attempting to suppress your moans, feeling as if you’re being too loud. The knot in your stomach so tight you feel as though it’s about to snap any minute.

“Shit I’m about to cum” he warns, dick twitching inside you.

“Not inside” you demand, making his brows furrow. Since when?…. “What?” He asks as though he didn’t hear it right.

“Not” you groan, feeling your climax finally come “inside.” And with that you came, Toji following along coming out before ropes and ropes of his come butter your back.

A few minutes of catching your breath, Toji opens his mouth.

“Why didn’t you let me?…” he asks, following your movement. You stay silent as you went behind him. Finally setting him free from the chains.

“You think I’d let a dog with as much attitude as you cum in me?” Your hands wrap around his waist. “I’ve been too nice, so it’s time I humble you a bit. Don’t you think?” You place a kiss on his back, right now not only was he covered in sweat but also red lipstick marks all over his body. “If up till now is you being nice then I’m a bit concerned with your logic princess—” he groans at the sudden pull of his hair. A chuckle leaving him as you walk away rolling your eyes.

“I’m not your princess” you shout from the bathroom.

Got lazy towards the end. Literally half asleep 💀.

#jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader

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wttcsms · 1 month

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just thinking about character taking you out to a bar with his friends and you’re like “let me have a sip of your drink!!” and he’s telling you you’re not going to like it but you’re feeling bratty so you’re adamant that you will, and he’s like “i don’t think you can handle it” with a little smirk on his face because he just has to know everything, but he does let you take a sip and the drink is so bitter and strong that you almost spit it out but he has one hand cradling your chin and he’s telling you to take it all down, you told me you could handle it, and when you do manage to swallow it, he takes his thumb and wipes off the liquid that escaped from your mouth when you almost spat it out and sucks it off his thumb, tells you what a good job you did, and returns to his conversation casually

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luvrxbunny · 13 days

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jolene ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: i actually wasn’t gonna post today but then i remembered that i had this just sitting in my drafts lmao sooo enjoy!!

wc: 404

warnings: 18+ MNDI, public handjobs, non-con voyeurism(?)- 1/2 ppl are aware that someone is watching

Joel takes you to a bar he used to frequent due to you "wanting to more about his lore" he walks in and instantly turns red at the way the chatter kicks up, about four too many ‘welcome back's’ being thrown his way. hes taking the both of you to 'his booth' when he feels a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"my oh my. as i live and breathe.. no way the king miller is back in the house." the lady is tall, a little taller than joel with heels, she's blonde, in a sparkling blue dress with a little too much makeup on. her hands never leave joel's chest, only hitting it lightly at the end of her sentence. you can feel joel's hand tense in your hold before he answers her. "hey jolene." you recognize the name instantly. one of his exes.

he eventually cuts off her incessant talking to let her know he's on a date night and promptly takes the two of you back to the booth. he sits beside you and apologizes over and over for the interaction, understanding how nerve-wracking that must've been for you.

througout the dinner, every time you look over to where jolene's boisterous laughter is coming from, you see her already watching you and joel. so you give her a show.

cut to joel hunched over his food, gripping his napkin in his hand to try and regulate the way you're making him feel. you're watching his face tediously, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. hopefully getting one of those orgasms that trembles through his whole body, making him limp and pliant for you after.

his hips begin to thrust into your hand and he sits back, his face to the ceiling and you get to watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows all the spit pooling in his mouth.

he peeks at you from the corner of his eye before they roll back and shut upon seeing that you've been watching him this whole time. he mumbles "m'gonna cum." with a shaking breath before leaning on your shoulder, letting you feel his panting breath against your neck.

you look up to make sure she's still watching. you see her face contorted in disgust and disbelief before panning up to meet your eyes and you simply smile at her before tilting down to joel, kissing him as he cums.

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Intoxicated

Summary: A drunken confession to your best friend leads to more than you expected. Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader W/C: 3.3K Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Semi public sex (fingering), spitting kink, alcohol use, voyeurism and dirty talk (Jake has a smart mouth). Some themes are untagged. No descriptions are given to the reader but there is mention of public hair. A/N: This only took me three months to write but here we are. I am once again incapable of writing straight smut so sorry about that. Thank you N, @mayhem24-7forever and @wildbornsiren for looking this over and @colewrites for my beautiful banner!

Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Masterlist

The outside of the bar is dark with an unremarkable facade, but as soon as you pass through the front door you’re greeted by warm air and the low crackle of an old jukebox. It’s crowded, buzzing with a kind of relaxed energy that puts you at ease despite your nerves. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, searching for Jake and coming up empty. Uncertain of what to do, you shift your weight from foot to foot until the door behind you opens again. A boisterous group of men push inside, bringing in a blast of crisp fall air with them.

With no other choice but to move, you step further into the room, head for the bar and slide into an empty seat. This isn’t your normal scene, the decor is dated and the air hazy, but the dim lighting and dark corners are perfect for what Jake has planned. Your skin warms at the thought. Too much whiskey and a late night at the Hard Deck had you spill your guts to him.

As always, Jake was there to listen. You’d been friends since childhood and even when he joined the Navy and the years stretched on, your friendship remained. Of course, you nursed a crush on him when you were younger. How could you not? He was handsome and charismatic. Even though those feelings waned as you grew into adulthood, every once in a while Jake would look at you a certain way or flash a particular smile and it would all come rushing back.

“This seat taken?”

You look up, some of the anxiety leaving your body when you meet a familiar pair of green eyes. Jake always looks handsome but doubly so tonight with a light stubble covering his chin and his golden hair tousled into loose waves. The sweater he wears is a pale green, clinging to his chest and the curve of his biceps. All the moisture in your mouth seems to evaporate and you don’t even realize you’re staring until he clears his throat, drawing your eyes back up to his face.

“W-wide open,” you stutter.

He smirks, dragging the chair close enough to yours that when he sits, your thighs touch. “Can I buy you a drink? You look a little lonely,” he says, laying an arm over the back of your seat.

Even though he’s not quite touching you, his nearness sends a wave of heat through your whole body. You look away, gathering the words you want to say but when you look back, he’s even closer and they slip away.

“Jake…” You’re supposed to pretend like you’re strangers, it was part of the fantasy, but now you just feel silly.

“That’s not my name, sweetheart,” he tells you with an arched brow. “Now come on, don’t be rude. You look like a white wine kind of girl.”

“Sure,” you conceded, letting him flag down the bartender for your drink and ordering himself a beer. Alcohol will help settle your nerves, something Jake is well aware of. You offer him a thankful smile and he winks at you.

“So, what’s a girl like you doing in a bar like this?” He questions. It’s a terrible line but Jake makes it work.

“I was meeting my friend but I think he bailed on me.”

“His loss. My lucky day,” Jake replies just as the bartender sets down your drinks.

He clinks his against yours and takes a long swig. You stare at his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he drinks, and nearly getting lost in the way his muscles and tendons move. Something so mundane shouldn’t be so erotic but the sight has you crossing your legs and warmth rushing under your skin.

“Drink up,” Jake reminds you, tapping the bar.

You gulp down nearly half the glass in a fit of anxiety, meeting Jake’s amused grin over the rim.

“Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?” He asks, leaning into your space.

“Yes,” you answer automatically.

Normally he puts you at ease but there’s something in the air tonight, a strange charge that excites and terrifies you all at once.

“We’ll have to fix that,” he tells you. “Maybe something a little stronger than wine?”

“Yeah,” you agree, touching your neck and glancing at the stocked bar. “Whiskey?” You suggest.

“My kind of girl,” he praises, raising two fingers to grab the bartender's attention. “Four shots of Jameson.”

You reach for the first glass, needing it to settle your anxiety and give you the burst of courage to take what you want tonight.

"Unh-uh," Jake chastises, plucking the shot glass from your lips and downing it before you can stop him. You frown, confused but then he grasps your jaw and tips your head back.

When you realize what he intends, your eyes widen and you suck in a sharp breath. He stares at you, his green eyes dark with desire and you nod every so slowly, steeling yourself when he leans over your face and presses his lips to yours. Slowly, you open your mouth and he follows suit, a warm rush of whiskey flooding your mouth. You gulp it down, feeling the burning warmth spread across your chest.

You expect Jake to pull back but instead he tilts your head back even further, kissing you breathless. You grasp at the hand holding your jaw to steady yourself. His tongue is warm and insistent against yours and by the time he pulls back, your vision is hazy and your panties cling damply to your body.

"Took that like a champ," he tells you with a wink. "How about another one?"

You nod, dazed. This time his fingers press into your cheeks until you open your mouth. Jake takes another shot and urges your head even farther back until you’re peering up at him. His mouth hovers close to yours but instead of kissing you he simply parts his lips and lets the liquor fall into your waiting mouth, watching you with those clever eyes as you swallow it all down. He releases your jaw and soothes his thumb over your cheek, pleased.

The bar swims in your vision as he guides you to sit up fully, although it has nothing to do with the alcohol in your system and everything to do with the man in front of you. He stares you down with a hungry look but you don't miss the subtle lift of his brow, his way of checking in on you covertly.

“Peachy keen,” you whisper the agreed upon phrase.

His lips turn up into a Cheshire grin that has your body buzzing. “You’d let me do anything I wanted right now, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” He asks, dragging his lips over your cheek. His stubble tickles and the rush of warm air over the shell of your ear has you whimpering and clutching at his sweater.

“Please,” you beg, eyes fluttering as he kisses the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Tell me what you want.”

The alcohol swirls through your system, warming you from the inside out and giving you the bold words you need to make your fantasy happen. “I want you to take me… here in the bar.”

“How can I say no when you ask me so sweetly?” He questions, drawing back.

You watch him take the two remaining shots quickly and drop a bundle of cash on the bar. He stands and pulls you to your feet, linking your fingers together. You follow him through the crowd. All the anxiety that plagued you before is gone, what remains is a sweet sort of anticipation that makes your body sing. Jake doesn’t stop until you’re at the back of the bar, tucked into a dark corner where both of you are enveloped by shadows and partially hidden from view. He wastes no time in turning you to face out towards the crowd, molding his chest to your back.

“You still want this?” He asks.

There’s no pet name or flirty tone when he speaks this time and the hand that squeezes your hips is light and comforting. This is the real Jake, your longtime friend checking in on you. The care and concern behind his question makes your heart swell and you relax back into his hold.

“I’m sure,” you promise him, laying your hand over his. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” he replies, something different in his voice that you weren’t expecting. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Jake…” Surprised by his admission, you start to turn in his arms but he stops you.

“Don’t,” he requests quietly. “Tonight’s about you. I shouldn’t…” He trails off and sighs.

“It can be about you too,” you promise him, squeezing his hand.

You hear him swallow and take a deep breath. Jake’s never been good with emotions or difficult feelings, leaning on charm and quick wit to sidestep hard conversations. The fact he’s even admitted this much surprises you. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the fact he doesn’t have to face you while speaking that has him confessing the truth. Either way, you’re grateful.

“We can talk after if you want,” you suggest, turning your head to catch his eye. The uncertain look on his face is so uncharacteristic that you have to push down the urge to reach for him. There have been precious few times you’ve seen him like this and know better than to try to make him talk more.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a nod, looking away from you.

You turn back around and stare straight ahead. A beat of silence passes before Jake speaks again. When he does his voice is low and confident.

“Spread your legs,” he directs, tapping your right foot to urge you to widen your stance. He’s a warm, solid presence behind you and his cologne invades your senses when you take a deep, steadying breath. “That’s good,” Jake croons, squeezing your hip.

When his other hand slips below the waistband of your jeans, your eyes slide closed. The light touch of his fingers through the soft curls of your mound dredges a moan from your lips. He seems content to pet you for a few moments before his fingers eventually delve between your lips with unhurried confidence that makes your skin tingle. You rock your hips into his hand and squeeze his arm.

“Greedy,” he chastises. “You let just anyone do this to you, sweetheart?”

“No.” You pant, words catching when he finds your clit and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. Sparks skitter along your nerves, a rush of pleasure warming your belly. The way his calloused skin catches on your delicate flesh nearly makes your knees buckle. “Bet you do this all the time though,” you shoot back, determined to stay in character and make him work for it.

“No. It takes a special kind of girl to get me here. Shameless and needy. To let me fuck her in public.” Jake tells you. His breath is hot across your cheek and you can feel the press of his erection against your lower back. “Dirty girl.”

“I’m not,” you start to protest but it’s cut off when he slides two fingers inside without even a hint of resistance.

“This greedy cunt is telling me a different story,” Jake whispers, pumping them in and out of you. “It’s begging for more than two fingers. Think she’ll need three to be satisfied.”

You have no response to his smart mouth, just a breathy, pained moan that you fight to keep in your throat as he strokes you leisurely. Every few seconds he teases his thumb against your clit but it’s never the right kind of pressure. You try to follow his touch but a strong arm across your middle pins you to his body and gives him all the control.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, throwing your head back when he pushes a third finger inside.

You feel full to the brim and your cunt aches, sucking hungrily on his fingers. The hand across your stomach moves north and he cups your breast, squeezing one and then the other, making your arch and squirm. Jake pulls roughly at the front of your shirt until your bra is exposed and he wastes no time reaching in and cupping your naked breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers at the same time his other thumb returns to your clit. There’s nothing teasing about the mercilessly way he works over your tender bundle of nerves or fucks you with his figners.

The orgasm that he’s teased you with rises sharply, emanating from your aching cunt and up your chest. Your hips lift and fall of their own accord, your body shameless in its quest for pleasure. Jake’s calloused fingers move from your chest up to your throat. They rest lightly over the delicate flesh as he keeps working you over and presses kisses to the side of your neck.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Ride my fingers.”

You’re mindless at this point, headless to the sounds you make or the way your body chases every drop of satisfaction it can wring out from Jake. When you finally come down for your orgasm your eyes flutter open, and the world is hazy and muted. The landscape of the bar is blurred, out of focus until you blink away the tears in your eyes. Jake’s still got his fingers buried inside you, his thumb slowly rubbing your oversensitive clit and sending little shocks of painful pleasure through your nerves.

Your eyes finally focus and your whole body freezes when you meet a pair of warm brown eyes. A man is sitting at the closest table staring right at you. He’s wearing a ridiculous Hawaiian print shirt and drinking from a glass of amber liquid. His thick mustache nearly obscures his top lip from view. There’s a hunger in his gaze that has you pressing back into Jake uncertainly.

“Easy,” Jake whispers, kissing your neck. “He’s a friend. I know you wanted someone to watch.”

You relax at Jake's reassurance. He withdraws his fingers only to plunge them in again. A soft gasp escapes your lips and it’s a fight to keep your eyes from closing. You just came but, God, you’re pretty sure you might be able to go again with the way Jake is working you over and the knowledge that someone’s watching.

“If you want him to go, tell me.”

“No,” you moan, lifting your hips and arching your back as you stare at the man.

You never expected Jake to deliver on this part of your fantasy, assuming he’d just fuck you in an alcove of the bar and call it a night. Knowing he went this far to give you what you want makes your heart so full it almost overrides the other feelings he’s giving you. You watch Jake's friend reach below the table, tugging at his jeans. Even with the hazy lighting, you can see just how turned on he is by the show you’re putting on.

He’s not close enough to hear but he doesn’t need to be, his dark eyes watching your lips part with every moan. Jake tugs on your bra until it slips low enough to expose your whole chest to the man’s view. You keep your eyes open as long as you can, locked with the stranger as Jake roughly squeezes each breast and tweaks your nipples. The fingers buried in your cunt are working overtime to bring you to another earth-shattering orgasm. When it comes over you again, your eyes close and you slump forward, legs weak.

The man is still watching when you look up, passing a shaky hand over his mouth before downing his drink. Jake presses a kiss to the back of your neck and withdraws his fingers. You hear him suck them clean behind you and heat spreads across your face.

“Good girl,” Jake whispers, surprising you by sliding his hand back inside your underwear and sweeping through your messy folds. “I want another taste,” he explains, noisily cleaning them again.

There isn’t much for you to do but try to catch your breath and let him hold you up as his friend watches. Carefully, Jake buttons your pants and pulls your bra and shirt back into place. A hand smoothes over the crown of your head, fixing any flyaways. You know he’ll make sure you’re presentable before you leave but that doesn’t fix how dirty and debauched you feel inside. It’s the feeling you’ve been after all this time. You press your legs together and you touch your throat, taking in a breath.

“Was that what you wanted?” Jake asks.

You don’t think you can speak so you just nod.

“I enjoyed myself too,” he tells you.

“What about your friend?” You question.

“He’s just here to watch, I don’t like to share,” Jake assures you.

You look back at the other man in time to see him nod at Jake and stand before disappearing into the bar. You wait a beat before turning around fully to face Jake. The expression on his face is hard to read but relaxes when you stand up on your tiptoes to brush a kiss over the corner of his mouth. You rest a hand on his arm and smile.

“Thank you for this Jake. I don’t even know how to say thank you.”

“Let me take you home tonight.”

“Just for tonight?” You question, toying with a loose thread of his sweater. It’s hard to hold his gaze, you’re afraid of giving away too much.

"I want you every night if you’re willing to give it to me, darlin," he admits, tucking his finger under your chin and lifting your face to his.

“You want something more with me? Something real?” You ask. Jake looks away, the tendons under his cheek flexing. “It’s okay,” you promise, touching his jaw as a small part of you deflates. “I know you don’t do this stuff. Emotions and relationships.”

“You’re not most women,” he clarifies, looking at you intently. “You’re… you.”

It’s as much of a confession as you’ll ever get from him. Your instinct is to kiss him and promise you feel the same but you know that’ll be hard for him. Instead, you take a step back and grin at him.

“Jacob Seresin, are you trying to ask me to go steady?” You tease.

He huffs and looks away, raking a hand through his thick hair. “Maybe.”

“Well, I accept,” you tell him, your confidence blooming at the way his green eyes cut back to you hopefully.

The smile that falls over his face is beautiful and you reach out, hooking two fingers into his belt buckle to tug him forward. “But first you need to take me home and finish the job.”

“I think I finished the job,” he tells you archly.

Slyly, you drop your hand to cup his obvious erection. He grunts, golden eyelashes fluttering as you squeeze his cock. “Not quite,” you argue. “We can discuss the hard part in the morning.”

“The hard part?” He questions, thrusting his hips forward.

You roll your eyes at the innuendo. “Emotions. The fact you might be in love with me.”

“If you can talk tomorrow, I didn’t do my job right."

"Jake…"

"We can talk in the morning," he agrees, looking serious.

“Good,” you reply, tilting your head up and stepping closer. Jake seems to understand what you want, cupping your jaw and kissing you sweetly.

“Let’s get you home before the alcohol wears off and you change your mind,” Jake says, nipping at your lips and linking your fingers together.

“Think you’re stuck with me now, Seresin.”

“Good. We’ve already established that I don't like to share.” he says, pulling you tightly to him and kissing you roughly.

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tangerinesgirl · 13 days

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Pull Some Strings

** SPOILERS FOR ABIGAIL (2024) **

Fem!Reader x Frank/Adam Barrett (Abigail)

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: 18+, explicit

Warnings: smut, denied orgasm, GodComplex!Frank, JOI, degradion, Frank swearing a lot (as usual), pet names, vaguely non con if you squint bc mind control

Summary: You've been flirting with Frank the entire evening. He tests his new vampire powers and turns you into his puppet. Things get freaky.

Notes: this seems too good to not have been done before, I did have a search beforehand so I'm sorry if it does exist! We need more Frank smut ASAP! Also, reader has nipple piercings in this and there's use of Y/N.

You jump awake with a burning hot pain in your neck. You reach to touch the wound but you find nothing there. Memories start to play in your mind, how Frank willingly accepted the offer to be turned into a monster, while you sat on the floor helpless. You were heartbroken that he could turn into a traitor like that, after the two of you fighting so hard together, but the other part of you couldn't keep your eyes off him, seeing him covered in blood, moaning as Lambert gave him his new life. You watch in horror as he stakes Lambert through the heart, you try to grab the shelf behind you to get up, but Frank stamps on your arm, breaking it instantly. You scream as he pulls your hair, exposing your neck to him.

Frank whispers in your ear, "I'm going to make you my puppet, and we're going to have a little fun". You whimper as he pecks a little kiss on the side of your mouth, and dives his teeth into your neck. You can feel yourself getting colder, your body twitching as you loose consciousness.

"Y/N....you are mine"

The sound of Frank's voice lures you back awake. You're in a bedroom somewhere, but you can tell you're still in this god forsaken house. "Oh good you're awake". You look around the room instinctively trying to find the source of the voice.

"What's going on?"

"Keep up sweetheart, did you not pay attention to what happened to Sammy? Or were you too busy trying to get me to fuck your brains out?"

Your mind jumps back to how you flirted playfully with Frank the whole evening. The car ride where you were zipping your hoodie down to make your breasts pop out. When you brushed past him to open the door. The way you would look at his lips, and chew the bottom of yours every time he gave the crew orders. You found him very attractive, and the dominance was a huge turn on for you.

You sit next to him at the bar in the house, "You know, I'm very much into the hot boss scenario". Your hand brushes against his as you reach for your drink. In a split second, Frank pins your hand to the counter and grabs your neck with the other one, "You're really going to flirt with me when we have bigger fucking problems right now?"

Everyone in the group stares at you as you go bright red from embarrassment. You decide to roll with it, liking how agitated Frank is getting at your advances. Afterall you've nothing to loose, no one will know your true name after this. You moan loudly with a "oh yes, harder daddy". Frank lets you go in disgust. He spits out a "fucking whore" under his breath. You hear him and giggle, "only for you" and blow him a kiss as he walks away.

Your mind snaps back to reality. "I know how you like being told what to do, and I'm curious to see if this actually fucking worked first time... So...Frank says, take off your hoodie". You immediately unzip your hoodie without a moment's thought, "What the fuck?"

"Frank says undo your bra". You do as he says, part of you is very much into him finally reciprocating what you've been putting down the whole evening, even in these circumstances.

"Frank says play with your nipples". You moan as you grab your breasts and tug gently on your nipples.

"Wait I can feel something cold...do you have piercings? That's fucking hot... Frank says undo your belt". The belt clinks to the floor, you can somehow tell that Frank is doing the same, wherever he is.

"Frank says undo your buttons". You unzip your jeans, and dip your hand in further, you can feel the wetness growing in your underwear as you try and find some kind of friction.

"Frank says stop. Frank didn't say to do that now, did he?"

You shake your head.

"Use your words"

"No"

"No what?"

"No sir"

"Good girl. Now. Frank says to circle your fucking clit. Slowly"

You moan softly, it's painful for you not to do anything else right now.

"Frank says stop"

The slow orders are making you impatient, you need more of a release, "please".

"Please what?"

"I need more"

"Then you fucking wait"

You can feel Frank playing with his cock, it pains you that you can't see, but you can feel him growing hard, the pre cum on his hands. You can even hear his subtle moans as he palms himself.

"Frank says dip your index finger into your pussy".

You sigh in relief as your hand finally enters you.

"Frank says insert another finger"

You fuck yourself open, Frank can hear the sound of your wetness and swears under his breath.

"You sound fucking soaked, the sound of my voice gets you this wet huh? Now...play with your clit".

You start to do so and Frank laughs, "Frank didn't say "Frank says" now did he?"

You cry out in agitation, "Frank please".

"Nah ah, what do you call me?"

"Sorry, sir"

"That's better baby. Frank says touch your clit"

You can feel yourself getting closer, Frank can too. "I'm going to cum Fr-sir, please can I cum?".

"Frank says stop"

"No!" You whimper as you pull your hands out of you. Denying you of your orgasm makes Frank's come quicker, the power over you as well as being a newly turned vampire makes him feel like a God. He takes off his shirt as he starts to cum on his chest. You can feel the hot liquid on your chest too. Your hands feel around but there's nothing there. You're really pissed off, but still very much aroused. Frank moans as he continues to empty himself on his chest, it seems to last forever. As he finally comes to a stop, he lets out one last big moan. "Do you want to taste?"

Part of you wants to give him the silent treatment for the way he just used you, but you say "yes sir" like the good puppet you are.

Frank takes a finger of his cum off his chest and wipes it on his lips. He licks it up with his tongue. You can feel the taste slowly seeping into your mouth, you bite your lip and swirl your tongue around, lapping up every invisible drop. It's salty, with a hint of iron, but oddly creamy at the same time.

"I think that was a pretty successful test, wouldn't you say, Y/N?"

You finally find your backbone after Frank and his stupid voice turned it into mush, "Fuck you".

"Oh I will, right after I kill me a vampire"

#frank x reader #frank (abigail) x reader #fanfic #abigail #movie #dan stevens #adam barrett #adam barrett x reader #horror #vampire #frank abigail #frank #abigail 2024

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You know it isn’t truly a marriage and wedding if the people getting married haven’t had had a bachelor/bachelorette party

what I’m trying to say can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Get a one shot of Adam and Lucifer at their respective bachelor parties Adam with the girls and Angel, and Lucifer with Husk and his brothers Mammon and Ozzie(since we all know Alastor being there is out of the question)

"Come on, it's motherfucking party time, bitch!" Angel shouted as he shoved Adam towards the hotel door. "You're getting married and we are throwing you a bitching bachelor party."

"Fucking sweet!" Adam exclaimed, he couldn't believe that him and Lucifer were finally getting married after all these years. "Is that what I think it is!?"

"A party bus!" Angel said as he showed it off. "We will be riding around the city and stopping at bars and clubs. We are gonna get fucked up!"

"Not too fucked up I hope. We do have to tie the knot tomorrow." Came Lucifer's voice from behind Adam. "Have fun."

"You too, Ozzie and Mammon should be here soon, yeah?" Adam was pulled into a goodbye kiss that lasted a little longer than needed.

"Come ON! You have your whole afterlife to suck each other's faces, let's go before Charlie changes her mind." Angel said.

Adam rolled his eyes and pulled away. "I'll see you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you." Lucifer watched as Adam got in the bus and it drove away and at that moment a portal opened with his brothers coming through.

Adam was greeted by Charlie, Vaggie, Cherry and the whole interior of the bus decked out with decorations.

Mainly dicks.

Adam laughed, "Holy shit look at all the dicks!" There was even penis pasta. Angel put a sash and plastic brown on Adam's head. The word bride was crossed out and the groom written below. "Thanks...."

Angel grabbed some shots. "Let's fucking go!"

Everyone cheered and did a shot as they were off to their first destination.

Lucifer, Ozzie, Mammon, and Husk sat around the lobby drinking bourbon. Alastor didn't want to participate and frankly Lucifer considered his absence a wedding gift.

"I remember when you brought that sinner down to lust when he got dosed with a love potion." Ozzie mentioned as he drank his drink. "Little shit humped my pillow."

"Ha!" Mammon laughed.

"Ozzie! You promised to leave that one alone." Lucifer said, he knew telling embarrassing stories was a part of this, but damn!

"Oh hush!"

"Oi! I remember when you first introduced me to your mate, what a spit fire he was yeah." Mammon recalled. "Wanted to rip his head off, the attitude on that one."

Husk chimed in with his own. "You think that's bad? Try living with them as they danced around their fucking feelings for eachother."

Lucifer hid his face in his hands. This was going to be a long night.

Adam did so many shots he lost count. They were at their third location, which was a strip club. Apparently, everyone organized for him to get a special strip tease.

The whole time he was watching this guy strip and move seductively, the more his mind thought of Lucifer. Sure this guy was hot, but he wasn't his King.

When he was done Adam felt so flustered. "That was something."

"Are you excited to get married tomorrow Adam?" Charlie asked, they formed a special bond over his time in Hell.

"Fuck yeah! You know what that means, I'll be your step-dad." He turned to Vaggie who was looking sour. "I'll be your fucking father-in-law bitch!"

Vaggies eyes went wide. "Oh shit."

Angel came up and handed Adam another shot. "Bottoms up bitch!"

Adam threw it back. He was feeling pretty drunk at this point but he didn't want to stop.

Charlie wasn't drinking cause she was driving and Vaggie was so pussy whipped she only did what her girlfriend did.

So it was Adam, Angel, and Cherry getting beyond wasted together. Speaking of which, it was time to get their dance on!

Lucifer wanted to disappear into the couch as Husk kept talking about how he and Adam were obviously in love for the longest time yet they avoided each other.

And they both ranted about their mutual pining to Husk. Fuck him.

"One time they got so drunk at the bar they actually started flirting with one another." Husk said, the others were listening to his every word. "That's when the short King here made a move."

Ozzie gasped. "Noooooo, while drunk? Not classy Lucifer."

"I barely remember that night." Which was a lie, he remembered it. It was one of the first times he made out with Adam.

"Well I do. You shared this sloppy drunk kiss before you took him to bed."

Fuck he missed Adam. He'd be able to get Husk and everyone else to shut their hole.

Lucifer really couldn't wait to marry him.

Fuck Adam missed Lucifer, at least then he could be held as the fucking bus spined in his vision.

Currently he was eating that pasta dry, anything to help absorb some alcohol.

"This tastes like ass."

Angel snorted. "Which is funny cause it's little dicks." He took some for himself.

"This has been fun but now I'm just trying not to fucking puke." Too much to drink, he'd be lucky if he didn't throw up.

"You're just not used to drinking still." Cherry said from her spot on the couch. "Being old doesn't help."

If Adam wasn't drunk that would have pissed him off. He just focused on his stomach and thought of Lucifer.

He couldn't wait to marry him, at long last.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask

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⛓️Always in our hearts,⛓️ ⛓️⛓️and our heads⛓️⛓️⛓️

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Hiiii!! I’m writing a fanfic at the moment and I’m thinking of updating it weekly! (If anything differs I’ll post about it) please please give this a read because it took a long time and I hope you all enjoy it!!

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Chapter 1:

Healing externally

Lawrence drags his nearly lifeless body across the disgusting sewer floor, gasping for air due to the blood loss leaving his head woozy. His stump dragging across the floor, scraping against the concrete with every movement, up ahead he saw a door, it wasn’t locked. Freedom, he thought to himself as he suddenly regained energy to pull himself that little bit further. He spit some blood out from his mouth and gritted his teeth through the pain, his oozing stump rubbed against some broken glass and he winced in pain, fearful to make a noise in case anyone heard him escaping.

Eventually he reached the door, pushing it open with one free hand while the other pushed himself up to push the bar down to release the lock. Fresh air. Natural light. Wind. The traffic. Everything he had ever taken for granted he was finally relieved to see again. He pushed even further to get back to civilisation, just one person needed to see him and he could get help. And that’s exactly what happened, a woman walking her dog managed to come across him as he weakly asked for help. She immediately dropped to her knees to check over Lawrence and called an ambulance.

Just a few moments later he could hear the whirring of the sirens, luckily it was a quiet place so there was no crowds. Only people hoisting him onto a gurney and reassuring him everything would be okay, one of the paramedics tried to put an oxygen mask on but before they could he batted their hand away and tried to tell them about Adam but nothing was coming out. The blood loss had left him speechless and half dead. adam. Adam. ADAM. ADAM. Was the only thing floating around his head. He struggled with the paramedic while they tried to get his oxygen mask on for about three minutes

“help. Him.” Was the only words he could mutter out before completely passing out. Leaving him unconscious.

The paramedics called the police to investigate the building while they rushed Lawrence to the hospital, he didn’t remember much from then on. Only occasionally drifting in and out of consciousness and feeling the jitter of the ambulance and the sounds of the gurney clashing together, the sirens still whirring. Eventually he lost consciousness again and everything went black. It felt as though his heart stopped and everything was peaceful at last, these last eight hours were utter hell, he was glad to be at peace. Even if he did think he was dead.

All of a sudden he woke up again, in a hospital bed. Bright fluorescent lights almost blinding him, the beeping of his IV drip and the smell of latex and disinfectant. He looked down to see his stump covered in a red blood soaked bandage and studied his surroundings, it all started to click together. The ward, the staff, the reception. This was Angel of mercy. The hospital he works at, or well. Did work at, he never in his life thought he would be a patient in his own hospital.

“This must be how my patients feel” he said to himself in a dry, raspy voice. He leaned over and took a sip of water from the cup left on the table next to him, looking over to the blue curtains. He saw a figure behind them and his heart raced started to increase, he swallowed his water with a loud gulp as he saw the figure move and open the curtain, revealing a tall, skinny woman with black hair and a doctor’s uniform on with a wedding ring on her right hand.

“Hello, I’m Lynn Denlon. I’m going to be your doctor for the time being so I will be your main port of call for any emergencies or enquiries about your recovery Mr…uhm…” she flicks through her clipboard notes to find her patients name and looks up. “Lawrence Gordon…” she smiles and looks at him putting her clipboard on the table, her head tilts to the left a little and she sighs “what could of possibly happened to you for you to be in here?”

Lawrence’s eyes closed sharply as his mind raced through everything that had occurred in that god forsaken bathroom. The blood, the smell, the tape, the saw. His eyes opened wildly once more and a horrified look appeared on his face.

“Adam…” he said quietly to himself. “Did they find Adam?”

Lynns brows furrowed in confusion and sat in the edge of the bed “who’s Adam? Surely I would have thought you would be more caring for your wife and daughter” she raises her eyebrows and smirks and the doctor.

Lawrence bites his tongue, he knew he didn’t have the energy to fight this battle “oh yes, I almost forgot to ask. How are you and Jeff getting on?”

Lynns face falls as she swallows and grits her teeth, her eye twitches as she rapidly gets up and grabs her clipboard “have a smooth recovery. Doctor.” She exits the room in one swift motion, almost slamming the door in her rage.

Sure it was a cheap shot but she had it coming Lawrence thought to himself as he took another sip of water.

Some time passes and Lawrence feels his eyes close heavily, he couldn’t believe how exhausted he was but every time he closed his sleepy eyes all he could think about was those eight disgusting hours, Adam’s screams and the pain. Oh my god the pain he thought while sitting upright and straining his neck to see if anyone was out there, a few moments later a police officer and detective knock on the glass door as he grants them entry with a swift motion of his hand.

The detective appeared with dark hair and a large build, his face almost looked familiar, Lawrence had to bargain with himself whether the detective had lip fillers due to them being so plump, the detective smiled at Lawrence and he smiled back.

“Good evening Doctor, I am Detective Hoffman. The lead on this case of your unfortunate events, unfortunately we are still running tests to try and gather any information we can about it but so far we are yet to find anything. The person who did this must be… very smart and efficient” He paused for a moment and smiled to himself.

Lawrence looked up and took a deep breath in “what about Adam? Did you find him? Is he alright?” His eyes pleading for a good response, or any response at this point.

The detective hung his head and sighed “I’m sorry doctor, Adam stanheight was already deceased when we found him. We could not resuscitate him, however we did go to his apartment to look things over and it turns out he had a cat, we either take it to a shelter or you can adopt it. You don’t have to make the choice now, god knows you have made many choices recent…”

“Wait. Just wait a minute…Adam’s dead?…” Lawrence’s eyes filled with tears as his face turned angry and sad. “You’re wrong. He can’t be. I promised him. I promised…” The detective sat on the chair across from him and Lawrence looks at him as his eyes darkened into a cold stare “you’re wrong”

“I beg your pardon?” Hoffman questioned as his eyebrows raised

“You’re wrong. You’re all wrong, this is wrong. He isn’t dead. I saw him before I left” Lawrence started to get worked up as he started sweating and hyperventilating

“You can take a trip down to the morgue if you’d like. And you would see his cold dead body” Hoffman stood up and looked at the doctor.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Lawrence shouted at him, a nurse came in and asked the police to leave the hospital and they did as they were asked. The nurse administered medication to calm Lawrence to prevent his heart rate increasing, she filled his cup up with more water and elevated his foot with the remote to move the bed. “Now you get some rest Lawrence. We need you to be better so we can get you home and safe” she smiled and left the room.

To be continued…🩸🩸🩸

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About you

Part 2

I’m really not sure how I feel about this so any feedback is more than welcome

Warnings: heavy mentions of: drug use,miscarriage,blood,pregnancy,TRNSMT 2017

If your uncomfortable with any of these subjects please DONT READ

2017

“Els whereee are you” she hears Matty’s voice boom around the hotel room as she retches into the toilet once more. “There you are my darling princess angel.” He’s high again. “I can’t wait for this show tonight the Scottish crowds are fucking amazing I just feel so good” he yells not even noticing his girlfriend clinging to the toilet like her life depends on it. “Come on baby let’s go to the bar get a drink loosen up before the show” he coaxes completely oblivious to the situation in front of him. “No matty I have to get ready and I don’t think you need anymore” Ellie tries to be as delicate as possible as not to annoy the high man in front of her, “right ok be like that then I’ll just go alone you obviously don’t want to spend any time with me” he deadpans not understanding what she’s saying. “Matty I didn’t mean it like that” she yells as she hears the hotel door slam behind him. She can’t cope with him when he’s like this. Elouise reaches for her phone and shoots a message to the group chat they set for situations like this, ‘he’s really bad today said he was going to the bar can someone go find him don’t think he wants to see me at the moment. This shows going to be rough’ she hits send praying that some of the guys are able to sober him up before the show.

“Ok what’s wrong you’re being quite” Ross asks Ellie as he sits in her hotel room after a few minutes of observing her, “Ross I don’t know what to do” Ellie replies emotion leaking through her voice with Ross instantly having an idea what she’s talking about. “Elouise it’s not your responsibility to look after him yes you might be together but you know how he is he’ll not listen to any of us, we all know he needs help but we can’t do that until he realises himself” Ross tell her curtly. “I know that but that’s not everything” Ellie thinks for a moment as to whether or not to tell him. “I… Im.. um” “Ellie just spit it out” Ross replies wanting to know what’s going on. “I’m pregnant” Ellie replies quickly, not wanting to admit what is happening. Ross is taken aback by this revelation. “Are you sure, have you done a test? You might not be” Ross replies trying to reassure the women sat in front of him. “Yes Ross I’m sure I’ve done 4 tests” Ellie Quietly says. “Shit does matty know” “no I don’t know how to tell him. What if this tips him over the edge Ross I can’t do it on my own” Ellie replies desperation in her voice. Ross’s Heart breaks for the blonde women he considers a sister sat in front of him tears in her eyes instantly engulfing her in a hug, “Elouise so many people are there for you and I know for a fact you would never be on your own ok, me George, Adam, Carly,Grace, your mum, Denise So many people care about you Ellie” Ross replies doing his best to reassure her all things considering.

As Ellie stands side stage at TRNSMT she knows this is going to tough, just then she feels George place an arm around her shoulder and a soft kiss on her head whispering a “we’ll be ok.” they take the stage and start to play the opening notes to love me she watches Matty prance around the stage her heart aching not only for him but for the little life inside of her.

the show is over they’re all sat quietly backstage Matty nowhere to be found Ellie feels a sharp pain in stomach, something she’s been feeling since she stepped off stage, Ross notices her face screw up in pain, “you ok” he says in her direction alerting to George and Adam to the situation too, “um yeah probably just soar from standing up for so long and not eating” Ellie says trying not to alert the other whilst reassuring herself. “Ellie you’re bleeding” Adam says as he notices the blood pool in her lap the pain in her abdomen crippling now. “Elouise we need to get to the hospital now” Ross says panicked as he watches the colour drain from her face her eyes growing droopy. “Wait what’s wrong what’s happening” George asks not understanding the situation. “She’s pregnant” Ross hastily explains whilst lifting the barley conscious women into his arms, “Els hey look your going to be ok Yeah everything’s going to be fine” he tries to reassure her whilst lacing his finger in hers

‘Where am I’ Ellie thinks to herself, light blinding her a horrible aching in her stomach, the familiar feeling of a calloused hand in hers, a constant beeping sending a piercing pain through her aching head. After a few moments she gains the energy and whimpers softly, alerting the man beside her as her reassures her with his words that she’s ok squeezing her hand softly, a feeling she knows all to well from him, she lets out a soft murmur of his name “matty” she tries to move to see him a horrible pain spasming through her stomach groaning in pain, “hey hey Els don’t move ok” she opens her eyes at the unmistakable sound of Adams voice, glancing around the room in her confused state “where’s matty” “I need matty” Ellie pleads with Adam, “do you remember what happened Ellie” Adam asks cautiously not really sure how to approach the subject “I remember being in pain on stage” then suddenly it clicks “wait Adam is the baby ok” “is my baby ok” she asks Adam in desperation. The look on her face tells her all she needed to know, “I’m so so sorry el” Adam says as he dives into her arms to bring her some form of comfort. Ellie’s sure she feels her heart shatter in that moment, 5 words breaking her heart into tiny pieces “ I… I didn’t even get to tell matty” she sobs loudly “he didn’t even know” she lets out through straggled breaths. “Where is he” “why isn’t he here Adam” she screams.

Back at the hotel Matty is on a comedown. A bad comedown. Sitting at the toilet shaking and shivering, “Here mate drink some more of this, try get this shit out of your system” as George hands him a glass of water. “Where’s Ellie she’s got far better bedside manner than you” matty groans earning him a warning glare from george, he soon goes back to looking at his phone a worried expression on his face as he reads Ross’s message explaining that they’ve told her the news. Matty clocks the worried expression on his best friends face as he lifts his head, “whats with the face Georgie, who’s died” he questions tiredly, George giving him a look he can’t quite place, “what, what’s happened” matty asks. “Ellie she um.. No you know… um nothing it’s fine” George says quickly feeling like it’s not his place to break this news, but Matty needs to know what’s happening especially when it concerns Ellie.

Once again not sure about this but thank you so much for taking the time to read ❤️

#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 x reader #matty healy x reader #thoughts inside my mind #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #about you #matty healy fanfiction

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gothic western au drabble

i entirely blame @shinshoyu for this (i saw the tags on your reblog, lmk if you want me to untag you <3)- you've infected my brain with this so now it's coming out!! please enjoy johnny with a southern accent torturing kenshi <333

Kenshi didn't know what was happening anymore-

At first, he had let Johnny tag along under the pretense that the actor would probably be tired and exhausted after the first week and just give up and go home.

But Johnny had stayed after the first week.

And the second....

And the third.

In fact, a month in and Johnny was still here, here currently being Madam Bo's Saloon.

Kenshi was nursing a cup of whiskey-tea, a Madam Bo special that had just started to get around town.

But, Johnny had been adamant about sticking around after seeing some of the action that Kenshi had to deal with on the weekly, sometimes daily.

Despite how capable Kenshi had proven himself to be, six shooter or not, Johnny almost seemed possessed by some outside force to keep Kenshi safe.

It was... weird.

"You alright, darlin'?" Johnny's smooth voice came from his left, and Kenshi turned to face him, swirling the tea in his glass.

"Peachy, Cage. Just thinking." Kenshi answered, tipping his head forward so his black pinched-front hat covered his face, hopefully concealing the flush that took over his cheekbones.

"Well, that's never a good sign," Johnny's teasing drawl hit Kenshi's ears, the slight concern there making Kenshi's heart stutter, "What's got you twisted up, babydoll?"

Kenshi didn't think he could survive the night like this.

"Just... thought you'd be gone by now. I'm content with you here, believe me, but... you didn't seem the type for so much action." Kenshi replied, and Johnny made a few faces ranging from surprise to 'really?' to understanding.

"I suppose so, though I guess I'm a little concerned about your thought process." Johnny admitted, and Kenshi raised a brow, looking up so the light could hit his face.

"What about it?" He poked, taking another sip of his tea.

"Do you think I'm travelling with you just for the adventure?" Johnny asked, and Kenshi almost spit out his tea, sputtering for a moment, Johnny's large hands patting his back to help him breathe again.

"Sorry-" Kenshi coughed, Johnny shaking his head.

"Focus on breathin', sugar, take your time," He drawled, a chuckle caught in his words.

Kenshi really didn't think he'd survive the night like this.

"I'm fine, Johnny," Kenshi sighed, the actor removing his hand from Kenshi's back and leaning back in his barstool.

He was waiting for Kenshi to answer him.

"I did. At first. That was the understanding we started this arrangement with," Kenshi started, and Johnny's brows furrowed, his mouth about to open, but Kenshi held his hand up.

"But, after recent... events," Kenshi stressed, thinking back to when Johnny had shown off his own shooting skills, the actor apparently also incredibly skilled with a rifle, "I think there are new reasons for you to stick around." Johnny's concerned brows turned up again, a smile taking over his face, his bare face beaming in the light of the bar.

"And those new reasons are?" He poked, leaning against the bar now, crowding into Kenshi's space.

Usually, the marksman would lean back, put some space between them... but Johnny's warmth was like a blanket, and Kenshi couldn't find it in himself to move.

"This might be presumptuous," Kenshi started, but Johnny just smiled a little wider.

"Try me, darlin'," He drawled, the deeper edge of his voice cutting into the pet name. Kenshi almost shivered.

"Me." The marksman answered, ducking his head again.

Johnny was apparently having none of it, his hand coming to tilt Kenshi's chin back up.

"No need to be so shy, sugar, you hit the nail on the head." Johnny smirked, and Kenshi didn't think he'd ever been looked at the way Johnny was looking at him now.

In the low light of the bar, eyes glowing like honey mead in the evening sun, emotions bare for all to see, his gaze softer than the early winter snow.

"Cut that out," Kenshi huffed, turning back to his drink, throwing it back and holding his hat, tilting it forward to hide his face again.

Johnny laughed, something boisterous and loud and oh so sweet.

"Sorry, babydoll," He smiled, nudging Kenshi with his elbow as he stood, "I'll save it for the next time we're alone." He winked, and Kenshi sighed as he walked away, his face ablaze after Johnny's relentless teasing.

Yeah. He wouldn't survive tonight.

#drabbles by greg #johnshi #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #gothic western au #yall dont understand how much i love them #it's unreal #my writing

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IF YOU WOULD BE MY LOVE… — fic

author’s note — happy birthday babygirl 💖💖🫶🏾🫶🏾💋💋 word count — 1.2k featuring — robert e.o. speedwagon CW — NSFW CONTENT, drinking, slight exhibitionism, getting caught, more of a lime than anything, not proof read

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Going out to celebrate Robert’s birthday to a bar had been a last minute decision you both had to admit, but it was certainly a good one in the end.

Many of his friends had been there, all there to celebrate his 26th and how much he’s achieved in such little time. You hadn’t been sure if they would show up, but were pleasantly surprised to see how Robert’s face brightened with that little gap in his teeth. It made your heart all aflutter to see him so joyful like this.

The bar was packed full to the brim, drinks being passed out to everyone there, courtesy of one Jonathan Joestar who unfortunately couldn’t be there that night. Robert took full advantage of the practically unlimited drinks, while you stuck by his side the entire night mostly sober just in case he got too rowdy. The night was wonderful, you did have to admit… but all good things had to come to an end.

Robert slumped against you, his long locks brushed against your cheek as he slurred under his breath, “Iii llovee youu…”

“I love you too, Robbie. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He pushed closer to you and you helped him up, waving goodbye to the others. You were glad you both left when you did because my goodness, Speedwagon could get touchy when he was drunk— you would have hated to have anyone see him gently caressing your sides and pressing his lips to your neck like that. You knew that he would eventually get like this but perhaps it’s because it's his birthday, he felt a little more loveydovey with you.

Maybe you could have a little fun with this, you thought to yourself. Gently leading Robert into a shady alleyway, making sure that no one had followed either of you there. Thankfully, it was quite late at night so you weren’t too worried.

Speedwagon looked up at you, a small smile on his face as he managed to mutter out, “Interesting place to be in, don’t you think? I thought you wanted to head home?” He says quietly, but immediately leaning into your touch when you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Hmm… I suppose so,” you hum, “But I also suppose we could have a little fun before we go.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck, listening to the soft groan that slipped through his lips. You slipped a hand underneath his coat, carefully unbuttoning anything you could get your hands on. He wrapped his arms around your neck a little tighter as he pulled you in for a deeper kiss, tempting you a bit by licking your bottom lip and letting his own mouth fall open for you to properly ravage. You readily took his offer and slipped your tongue into his mouth, smirking slightly at the sound of his whimper. You could taste the cherry bourbon on his lips.

Speedwagon always got so sensitive with you whenever you started getting touchy with him, you loved it. You trailed a hand up to his hair, running a hand through the blond locks gently before roughly tugging. Robert pulled back from the kiss from that, a deep groan rumbling throughout his chest. You pressed another kiss to his lips before mouthing down his neck, nipping at his Adam’s apple before going down even further and making it to his collarbone. You had gotten most of his shirt undone at this point, so to see that pale skin blooming with blue and purple from your teeth— it was certainly a sight.

“Haah— wh-wh…wait- w-what if someone sees us?” Robert finally manages to spit out, but that thought pretty much vanishes the moment your fingers brush against his nipple and his knees nearly buckle underneath his own weight. “[Name]-“ He whines out, oh so softly… it makes you lean in and press a kiss to the scar on his cheek.

“Don’t worry, love. Everything will be just fine. And besides… You seem to be enjoying the thought of potentially being caught, aren’t you?” You say with a soft laugh, and your hand teasingly goes lower, brushing against his crotch where he is painfully hard in his dress pants. His pale cheeks blush even harder than before, his panting growing heavier as he attempts to look away from you. You were always so on point sometimes, it annoyed him.

Robert attempted to try and get you to remove at least your button down, but you gently held his wrists and kissed his hand, “Not yet. It’s your birthday, not mine, darling.” He pouted at this but stopped… for now. To make up for his disappointment, you pressed him harder against the wall and slipped your thigh between his own. He let out another soft noise, leaning his head back against the brick as he ground down as best he could against your leg, now more determined to chase his release more than anything.

You kept biting down onto whatever exposed flesh you could get your teeth on and playing with those sensitive pink buds of his, you adored all the little noises he would let out. He could do nothing but grip at your shoulders, fistfuls of your coat as you kept him up from collapsing then and there.

“My gorgeous boy… I’m so proud of you, I’m so lucky to have you be mine.” There was a choked sob from him at your words.

“P-please— [Name]- Oh god-“ Robert could barely get a word out, too interrupted by his own whimpers and moans. You already knew what this meant, capturing his lips to quiet him down a little bit. Your hands kept roaming throughout his body, groping his pecs, slipping your fingers into his pants, keeping him close… until a voice stopped you.

“Are you boys alright?”

That seems to immediately sober Speedwagon up and get you to properly cover him up with your coat. You quickly fixed your own hair and turned around, looking at a constable who flashed a lantern at you both. You smiled and nodded, “Yes, we’re doing alright! My friend here has had a bit too much drinking and I was just taking him home. It’s his birthday after all.”

Speedwagon clung to you and your coat, leaning in close and pressing his lips into a flat line when he felt you grabbing his ass despite the constable being Right There. His cheeks were practically on fire, but you were sure that it would be passed off as an effect of the alcohol.

The man looked at you both and nodded, “Alright, do get home safe. Happy birthday.” Speedwagon couldn’t help but smile sheepishly and wave at the constable as he left.

You both let out a deep sigh and Robert shook his head, “Never again.” Even in his drunken state, he knew this was risky. But even with what he said, you leaned in and captured his lips roughly again. You lightly bit down on the lower one before pulling away.

“We’ll finish this at home, eh? Happy birthday, my love.” You winked at him, snickering at the absolutely flabbergasted look on his face as you helped him look somewhat decent. He pouted and gently punched your shoulder, but silly giggles erupted from the both of you.

Robert leaned up and kissed your cheek softly, “Thank you for this, sweets.”

Safe to say, he had quite the splending birthday and night with you that year.

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I think you said before that Pale Moonlight was your favorite Garak episode. What was your favorite Quark episode?

A lot of Ferengi episodes are panned for good reason, but there are some good ones in there. Little Green Men was probably the most fun Ferengi episode for a whole host of reasons - the set design, good use of screwball comedy, my own love of the Cold War era. The Magnificent Ferengi was another great Ferengi episode, and had a heartwarming moment between Cecily Adams and Iggy Pop. But I don't consider those Quark episodes; there's a difference between Ferengi episodes (which also focus on Rom and/or Nog) and Quark episodes. If we're looking at episodes that really focus on Quark, I think House of Quark is my favorite.

Most Quark episodes are rather formulaic affairs: Quark tries out his latest get-rich-scheme, things escalate beyond Quark's control, hijinks ensue, Quark ends up no better off than he was before. House of Quark starts off the same way, a drunken Klingon named Kozak trips and falls on his own blade while in a struggle with Quark over paying his bloodwine tab. Quark spins a tall tale about how he heroically faced down the Klingon in combat to drive customers to his bar. It doesn't fool Odo, and it probably doesn't fool any of the other regulars either, but plenty of folks would stop by to hear the story and see the novelty that was cowardly Quark boldly facing down a Klingon. This is an episode that is thick with its themes of empathy, honesty, and partnership - the characters do well when they act according to these guidelines, and suffer when they don't.

Quark dishonesty is challenged by D'Ghor, Kozak's brother, who threatens Quark with bloody retaliation. To hear D'Ghor tell it, if Kozak accidentally died, it would be a disgrace, one that mandated Kozak expunge the stain by slaying Quark. Yet if Kozak died at the hands of a superior warrior, it would be a death in honorable combat, one that required no vengeance. Quark, cowed, accepts, maintaining the lie that he slew Kozak in a duel, and D'Ghor leaves, satisfied. Many Star Trek fans would catch on that something is somewhat fishy about this, because Klingons swore oaths of vengeance all the time in response to the deaths of a loved one- it was a major plot point in Worf's arc in The Next Generation against the House of Duras, and Jadzia had to honor Curzon's blood oath against the Albino in Blood Oath in the previous season. Yet Quark, dismissive as he is of Klingon culture, doesn't catch the lie, and so plays into to D'Ghor's scheme.

As is typical for Quark episodes, Quark's schemes come back to bite him. Kozak's widow, Grilka, comes to face down the man who slew her husband in combat, and when she finds that he is a coward in capable of defending himself, she demands the truth. Once Quark confesses, she threatens that he either come with her and use his talent for lies in her service, or be gutted. At knife-point, Quark is tranquilized, abducted, and then learns that Kozak was the disreputable head of a great Klingon house, and now the house has no male heir to lead it. D'Ghor was not Kozak's brother but his rival, and Quark's lies have given him all the ammunition he needs to destroys Grilka's house. Still at knife-point, Grilka forces Quark through an unknown ritual, then suddenly kisses him before spitting in disgust. Quark's zany scheme has its escalation: the bartender has just been part of a Klingon shotgun wedding.

Quark's bizarre marriage to Grilka is not the only marriage in this episode; the Ferengi-Klingon marriage might be a sham, but Miles and Keiko have a real marriage that is going through difficulties in the B-plot. The school had closed down and Keiko was left with little to occupy her free time, starting to feel adrift. Miles tries his best, giving Keiko a romantic dinner and communicating earnestly about how much he loves her. It makes Keiko happy, for the night, but when O'Brien has to work and Keiko is left home, the feelings fade. This is an understated, but powerful scene that really resonates with people that suffer from depression, and those who care for those who suffer from it. Sometimes, things can happen that shake the feeling in the moment, but it returns, creeping in the quiet time afterward, evoking feelings of uselessness and futility, even guilt that loved ones are trying so hard and spending so much effort. O'Brien and Sisko speak frankly about a topic that many people in long-term relationships face: "what do you do when your significant other is unhappy?"

Quark's happiness in his own marriage is irrelevent in the main plot, as Grilka demonstrates before the Klingon High Council that Quark is the new head of her house, as she has wed her husband's killer, as according to D'Ghor, Quark was a superior warrior. Gowron accepts the ritual which buys Grilka time, but she admits that she doesn't quite know what to do next. Quark asks to see the financial ledgers of his new house, and Grilka scoffs. Just as Quark dismissed the Klingon culture, so too was Grilka dismissing the Ferengi way. When Quark's keen eye for finance uncovers D'Ghor's scheme to reduce Kozak's house with finances (the way a Klingon would never do, hence why D'Ghor used the tactic), the show dispenses the characters with their reward - Quark might be able to save his skin, and Grilka might be able to save her house after all. Quark believes he can save himself by acting as a Ferengi and exposing D'Ghor's "un-Klingon" like chicanery. It's still a Ferengi episode, it's still primarily a comedic outing (as seen by the Klingon High Council visibly frustrated and confused as Quark explains the "simple" matter of depreciation and asset assessment), but the comedy is used to augment the episode instead of carrying the burden of filling the hour alone.

Of course, the scheme continues to unravel, as D'Ghor threatens Rom to confess to the whole scheme, and uses it as a pretext to challenge Quark to personal combat. D'Ghor might be cunning in finances, but he reframes the issue in a Klingon way, by accusing Quark of slander and demanding the Klingon method of arbitrating a dispute. Quark knows that he is doomed, and so he plans to flee, and leave Grilka to her fate. Grilka attempts to persuade him to answer in the Klingon way, Rom feels guilty, but Quark won't be dissuaded; he follows the 125th Rule of Acquisition: "You can't make a deal if you're dead."

Miles tries everything he can think of, but in the end, Bashir helps him realize that Keiko is feeling unfulfilled in a way that has nothing to do with their relationship. Keiko loves Miles, but she doesn't feel personally fulfilled with her own life. So Miles does the only thing he knows he can do, he finds a botanical mission that she can go with, and take Molly with her. Miles speaks a powerful line: "this is about you being happy and me knowing that you're not." And likewise, Keiko initially demures, saying that she doesn't want her own professional life to get in the way of their previous promises to each other - Keiko sacrificed a lot for Miles to take on the position at DS9. Miles says that they can make it work, that the sacrifice he's making for her is a testament to the strength of their love for each other. If Odo and Kira at the end of Chimera was about partners doing what they can for each other instead of dwelling on what they can't, Miles and Keiko are about the importance of compromise, communication, and sincerity in a relationship. As a B-plot, it contrasts enough with the main plot to be its own story, but the themes of marriage and understanding resonate strongly that it makes the whole episode very strong.

The climax of the episode comes in the Klingon Council Hall, where Grilka believes that all hope is lost. Quark enters the hall, wearing Klingon robes and carrying a bat'leth, and announces himself: "I am Quark, son of Keldar, and I have come to answer the challenge of D'Ghor, son of whatever." Quark foreshadows how much he has learned of Klingon culture in this simple line. None of the Klingons have ever heard of Keldar, and they really have no reason to have done so. He wasn't even a very good Ferengi as he had no business sense, so by all rights, Quark should omit his name entirely. Instead, Quark stands and proclaims the name in challenge as a Klingon. He states the name as if Keldar was Klingon, and that all assembled should know exactly who he was due to his own great deeds that Quark is legacy thereof. Then he insults D'Ghor, by saying he was the son of "whatever," a pointed insult that renders D'Ghors lineage not only unworthy of recognition, but not even sapient. Quark stands with his bat'leth, but before the duel begins, he tosses it aside, and castigates the Klingons - they know that Quark is physically incapable of fighting D'Ghor, but they cannot condone him simply being murdered. The Klingons created a fiction, just as Quark did earlier in the episode, to satisfy their own personal needs, and Quark refused to allow it. If D'Ghor wanted to rise to the Klingon High Council, he would have to do it through the murder of an unarmed man, without honor or glory. Quark kneels, presenting his own head to be severed ala the Green Knight from Arthurian legend, and when D'Ghor accepts, Quark doesn't flinch. Gowron sees the truth, D'Ghor would stoop to anything in the pursuit of power, while Quark bravely faced his own death with eyes open and heart steeled, almost as if had said: "It is a good day to die."

With that, the lessons of the episode are learned, and the protagonists victorious. D'Ghor is discommended, and is not even afforded the dignity that Worf held when he faced his own shunning in Sins of the Father. Gowron commends Quark on his bravery, and Grilka offers Quark a boon. When he asks for a divorce to gracefully exit from this scheme, Grilka grants it, slapping him and spitting before kissing him. During the marriage ceremony, she kissed him and spat - the kiss was clearly ritual while the spit was her true feelings. This time, the spit is ritual while the kiss is genuine, Quark has grown and become a greater person due to his bravery. Quark ends the episode with the bar facing reduced customers yet again, but Rom asks him to tell the story about how he faced down D'Ghor again - he has respect, earned sincerely, through his deeds. It's not latinum, but it is something he didn't have, and it's something he wanted. The 109th Rule of Acquisition might state: dignity and an empty sack is worth the sack, but as seen later in The Magnificent Ferengi, that empty sack is full of something deeply desirable.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

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torreshalstead · 9 months

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Your eyes in my life - Epilogue

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 24/24

Chapter Summary - it’s time for the CPD family picnic.

Notes - just a little epilogue to finish this story off, I’ve loved writing this little family and thank you for all the love you have given them and me. I hope you enjoy this final chapter ❤️ AO3 Link

‘Come on!’ Annabelle said loudly, tugging Adam by his hand towards the park that the majority of the 21st District was already occupying. The grills were lit and Kim could smell the scent of burgers and hotdogs pleasantly wafting their way towards them. The loud cheers of the kids who looked to be dunking one of the more miserable officers in the dunk tank filled the air. People were milling around, smiling, chatting, eating. It was everything the 21st District family picnic should have been.

It was the first time Kim had decided to come however, usually preferring to keep her private life separate from her personal one. But Kevin had mentioned it to Annabelle when he had been babysitting one afternoon and she had practically begged Kim and Adam to bring her.

They had agreed, Kim was certain the kid could sell ice on a winters day.

She and Adam had discussed it and decided that if anyone asked, they wouldn’t lie. They would admit that Adam was Annabelle’s father, it was likely to be obvious to anyone who came across the pair of them together but they decided they had hid for too long. Lying to anyone when Annabelle could overhear was also a recipe for disaster

They had also decided not to keep their relationship under wraps anymore, they weren’t going to make a big announcement or make out with each other in front of their sargeants but if they wanted to hold hands or hug - they weren’t going to stop themselves. They were no longer working together, they had followed the rules and if they wanted to hold hands at a family picnic with their daughter, then they would.

‘I’ll grab you a beer,’ Kim said with a smile to Adam as Annabelle dragged him off towards the swings.

She grabbed two out of the nearby ice bucket and walked her way towards Kevin who was lounging on a picnic blanket watching Jordan and Vinessa kick a ball around with some of the other older kids.

‘Hey,’ he said with a grin, shifting to the side so there was room on the blanket for her too. ‘So mini Burgess managed to persuade you in the end did she?’ He smirked.

‘You knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out when she started pouting,’ Kim chuckled as she sipped her beer, her eyes glancing over to where Adam and Annabelle were still playing on the swings.

‘Well she has got you wrapped around her little finger,’ Kevin said, ‘and looks like she’s got your Rookie under her spell as well,’ he observed, following Kim’s gaze to the pair.

‘He’s not my rookie anymore,’ Kim said idly.

‘How could I forget, congrats on getting the nod girl!’ Kevin said excitedly, reaching over to tap the neck of his beer to hers. ‘Can’t believe you’re going to be upstairs and bossing me around on calls.’

‘Well I won’t boss you around unless I need to,’ she chuckled. ‘But I’m not a detective, just upstairs.’

‘Not a detective yet,’ Kevin winked and she smiled.

‘Mommy!’ Annabelle ran up and flung herself into Kim’s lap. Adam was following behind and took a seat next to Kim, smiling as he picked up the beer she had got for him. ‘Did you see me?!’

‘I did sweetheart,’ Kim smiled, smoothing down some of her daughters flyaways that had escaped on the swings.

‘Daddy pushed me so high!’ Annabelle said loudly.

Kim heard Kevin spit out his drink and she had to hide a smirk. Should have known that it would be Annabelle who would spill the beans.

‘Daddy?’ Kevin asked, eyes wide as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze flicking between Kim to Adam and back again.

‘Uncle Kev you work with Daddy,’ Annabelle said matter of factly, clearly wondering what had caused the reaction from her favourite Uncle. Kim looked between her family and her best friend and couldn’t help the smile that overtook her features. She reached over and linked her fingers with Adam’s, wrapping an arm around Annabelle and pulled them both a little closer.

‘So I do,’ Kevin said with a smirk, glancing down at the joined hands and Kim could tell she was in for an influx of questions later. As he looked between Annabelle and Adam, who was smiling warmly at his daughter, he added, ‘well they do have the same eyes’.

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ablazeinhim · 10 months

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I went out with my childhood bestie's friend group the other night and it really made me realize that I'm very picky about my friends. 😂

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As I've been reflecting on it the past couple days I've put a few things together about like who somebody was and stories my friend has told me. And girl, some some of these situations and some of these people's actions and attitudes, like... I find it a little hard to believe that these are my friend's type of people.

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And maybe they were all just having really bad days/times in life when those things happened and they acted that way, but some of them I'm like yeah I would be pulling away hard. I would always rather have fewer friends and know they're supportive and dependable and honest and loving, than many friends who aren't a perfect fit. And often that means I do shit alone, because my friends are busy people, or they live far. And I'm ok with that.

I don't wanna mask in front of my friends, or watch what I say, or be scared to talk about what I believe. I need open communication and mutual respect.

***I rambled about the night and decided it was distracting from what I actually wanted to say so I cut that part out of the middle and put it here in case you want to read the post in it's og form:

I can fall in love in an instant and vibe with people so hard, so it's not that. Like the other week I was in Ohio for a friend's wedding and I got to meet his twin brother and childhood friends and fucking loved them all. The vibes were excellent, the energy exquisite. Me and one of them laughed constantly when next to each other. No awkwardness at all. We took stupid group pictures in the yard. I left longing to be their friend.

That was not the vibe of the other evening. I didn't have a bad time, but I didn't gel with any of them. My friend and I carpooled, so on the way home she did tell me that it was kind of a weird night.

But I don't think it would have made a difference.

It was clear a couple of them were "partiers." I love a party, and I *am* a good time. But I don't drink and it was clear that was typically a big aspect/the main activity. My idea of a fun night out is a light dinner(so I don't have to worry about leftovers. Definitely snacking later at home) followed by something entertaining (my top choices would probably be a drag show or an arcade) and then dancing. I NEED dancing. Please God get me in the room with the queers and the neurodivergent DJ. I could skip all the other things as long as I can vibe on the dance floor with my loved ones.

We went out to dinner and to the gay bar. Both things I like!

And there was no dancing! One of them was adamant, "I don't dance." WHY. Why would you deny yourself the joy of movement. The embodiment of sound. Why would you declare it like it's something you can't wait to spit out of your mouth.

Why was there so much talk of past times getting fucked up (and presumably that was a positive experience for them). [This also probably wasnt discussed a TON, but it was multiple times and since I'm not into that personally it really stood out to me--like if you wanna tell me about the party that's great, but like can you tell me a funny story from it or something, instead of just how much your bar tab was?]

One of the people was abrasive and aggressive (in energy) in a way that did not make me feel safe or at ease.

Maybe it's because they're an established group and it was my first time with them. Maybe it's because I'm neurodivergent and introverted. Whatever it was, it just wasn't my scene. And that's ok. None of them were mean.

Someone we ran into that night is not really someone that my friend likes, but despite that, my friend still buys this person's art and still is considering doing a group activity with them before this person moves like an hour away. And internally I was like...why? Why would you spend time with people who send you mixed signals and act in an emotionally abusive manner???

#wow this post really got away from me there oops #after the readmore is very long and rambly you have been warned #i really need to write about ny friends weddinf #maybe ill try some prose/hybrid #such a good time 😭#=#experiences

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