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[alastor-simp]

Masquerade Ball - Alastor x Reader🎭💃🏼

Today marked the date of the Pride Ring Ball. Every year in Hell, Lucifer Morningstar would host a ball for the notorious residents in Hell at his palace. The invites extended to the Sins, Overlords, and Goetia family. Sadly, you were just a regular sinner in hell, so no invitation for you, or so you thought. The time you arrived at your apartment in Hell, you noticed the red envelope, with a black seal in your mailbox. "What was this", you thought. Opening the envelope, you realized it was an invitation for the ball. WAIT WHAT?! Thinking it was a mistake, you opened the envelope to see if it was really addressed to you. The message inside the envelope read:

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒴/𝒩 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒. 𝐼 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓉 𝟪:𝟢𝟢 𝒫𝑀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹, 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀. 𝒞𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇

OMG! It took you awhile to get your jaw off the floor after reading the invitation. You had met Charlie Morningstar, a few times in your time in Hell. She had dropped flyers for her hotel on the ground one day, and you happened to be around to help her. After that, the both of you chatted and exchanged cell phone numbers. She insisted you stay at the hotel, and think about being redeemed. Honestly, you were a bit skeptical on the idea, but you told her you would think about it. You didn't expect her to do this for you. You needed to thank her so much when you saw her at the ball. The big problem was finding a dress to wear. You had plenty of clothes, but none of them were ball material, and the funds you had to buy one was very slim. Trying to come up with an idea, you decided to message Charlie, thanking her very repeatedly for the invite and also if she could help you look for a ball gown and mask. Her response came quickly and she said would handle it and for you not to worry. That left you a bit confused, but you didn't question it and just replied back with a heart and smiley face.

It was the day of the ball, and you had just arrived back home from work. Once you arrived at your door, you noticed there were two golden gift wrapped boxes placed in front of it. Grabbing the boxes and headed inside, you see that they were for you. Opening them, one of them contain a beautiful ball gown and the other a masquerade mask (Dress and mask below)

This almost felt like a dream. Inside the box was a note from Charlie, saying hope you love the dress and P.S a carriage would arrive for you at 7:00 PM. Taking a look at your clock, the time read 6:30, which gave you enough time to do your hair and makeup. Once that was all sat, it was time to put on the dress, which fitted you like a glove. Placing the mask on your face, you peaked at the clock and saw that it now read 6:58 PM. Heading out, you gotten to the lower level and spotted your ride. It was a large apple carriage, painted red and gold. The driver was an short imp, wearing a tuxedo. The horses were full on skeletons, with flames for the manes. The driver gave you a nod, hopping down from his seat, and opening the carriage door for you. Thanking him, you went inside and took a seat. Soon you heard a crack, and the carriage began to move, heading towards your destination.

The carriage had drawn to a halt, arriving at the Morningstar palace. It was enormous. The exterior was painted an ashen white. The ceiling was a crimson red and there were apple shaped symbols covering the gates. A fountain was in the middle, spewing out red water. The carriage had stopped right in front of the many stairs, leading to the door of the palace. The driver had dropped down again, opening the door for you this time. Stepping out, you gazed at the palace. You still couldn't believe this was really happening. Making your way up the stairs, the doors opened for you. A large hallway was in front of you, leading to two large doors, marked with red apples and snake symbols, along with two demon guards. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to them. The guards bowed before you, then proceeded to open the door.

The doors opened leading to the upper deck of a staircase, with two stairs going down on both sides. Peering over the deck, you gazed down. In front of you was the ballroom, where the festivities were talking place. A crowd of demons were gathered around certain areas of the room. An orchestra was playing in the corner of the room, and there were tables of refreshments and imps walking around with trays of beverages. Demons of all shapes and sizes were donning beautiful costume and dresses, along with many interesting masks. A few demons had stopped to gaze at you at the top of the staircase, whispering to themselves. Oh boy, you were starting to feel insecure now, but you were already here so might as well pull through. Hiking your dress up a bit, you gracefully walked down the stairs. You gazed around the room, observing many of the different people that were there and hoping to spot Charlie. You walked slowly around the ballroom, taking in everything. You got many different reactions as you walked around. Many demons smiled and bowed at you, which you returned back with a curtsy. Others gave a glare and scoffed at you, which you ignored. You kept looking for Charlie, but it was very difficult since there were so many masks. The thumping of heels could be heard behind you. Turning around, you were tackled into a bear hug, by someone wearing a pink mask and blonde hair. "YOU MADE IT!!!"

Recognizing that voice, you took a step back, realizing it was Charlie, wearing a beautiful magenta ball gown. Smiling you hugged her back. "Ah you must be Y/N!" another called out from behind the both of you. Looking up, you saw the king of hell himself, Lucifer Morningstar along with his beautiful wife, Lilith. He was wearing his signature white suit and hat, while holding his apple cane. He was wearing a white mask, with black feathers covering it. Lilith was wearing a gorgeous amethyst-colored dress, matching her purple diamond mask. Letting go of Charlie, you politely introduced yourself, giving a bow. "Ah no no my dear! No need for formalities!Come here!" Lucifer smiled widely, walking over to you and giving you a bear hug, similar to Charlies. Welp that was a surprise, you figured Lucifer would be a bit more authoritative, but he was a bit of a goofball. Lucifer let you go, leaving Lilith to come towards you. Her presence took your breath away, giving her amazing height. She bent down a bit, and gave you a hug as well, to which you returned. Having let you go, she placed a hand on your cheek, giving you a motherly smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Charlie has told us much about you. Thank you for being a kind friend to her."

You nodded your head. "Charlie is truly amazing. You both did an great job raising her." Your face turned towards Charlie, giving her a smile as you turned back at Lilith. Charlie eyes watered with happiness, and she gave you another hug, followed by another one by Lucifer. "AWW LILITH! CAN WE ADOPT HER?!" Lucifer said, as he continued to squeeze you. Lilith gave a chuckle, finding her husbands actions adorable. "Now Luci~. Behave yourself." Lilith tapped Lucifers back, letting him know to let you go. Both Charlie and Lucifer finally let you go. You hoped this didn't cause a big scene, especially since there were so many demons around you. Surprisingly, not many demons were looking your way, maybe because of the Morningstars status, no one bother to say anything of give weird looks. Lucifer adjusted his suit, trying to go back to being professional. "Well sorry for cutting his meeting short, Y/N, but we have to meet with the other guests in the room. Do enjoy yourself!" Lucifer gave you a smile and a bow, and began to walk away. His wife smiled back at you, and followed after her husband. Charlie gave you another hug, and went to catch up with her parents. The ball continued around you. Many demons had gone to a center in the room and began to waltz. You decided to stay off to the side, where the refreshments were, and watched everyone dance. You weren't expecting anyone to ask you to dance, so be better if you just stayed in the shadows and observe.

Your eyes spotted a very tall man on the other side of the ballroom. He was sporting a wine-red tuxedo, along with a black mask with red swirls. His smile was very prominent on his face. In his hand was a microphone? That was odd. Most of the male demons were holding canes, so why did he have a microphone. He was very handsome the more you observed him. Soon his eyes were gazing back at yours, and you turned your head away, embarrassed that he noticed you staring.

***Alastor POV***

""Ah another boring event as always." Alastor thought. He was invited to the Morningstar ball, given his overlord status. Finding it rude not to attend, he still showed up. Alastor would have preffered if the band would play something other than classical music, perhaps some jazz or electric swing, oh how riveting it would be. Gazing around the room, Alastor's eyes then locked on to another staring back at him. Well well, who was this? The demon was staring at him, but instead of looking at him with fear, they were admiring him until they saw that he was looking back, and turned away. Alastor's was becoming positively giddy with excitement, as many who dare to look at him never looked at him with eyes like that. Laughing to himself, Alastor began to walk to where you were standing.

***Your POV***

Turning your head back, you noticed the man had left. Damn, maybe he got creeped out from you staring. A tap on your shoulder caused you to jump. Spinning around, it was the very handsome man you were looking at. His smile was the most noticeable thing on him, even with the mask covering his eyes, the smile took up all of his face. Good evening, my dear! I say you look positively stunning!" His voice radiated static, which you found very surprising yet amazing. Blushing at his words, you looked down, muttering a thank you. The man let out a small laugh, then he grabbed your hand and bowed, kissing it. "The name is Alastor, my dear! And you are?" Still flushed at his greeting, you calm down and told him your name: "My name is Y/N. Its a pleasure to meet you." Why did the name sound so familiar? A thought then came rushing into your mind and your whole body tensed. THIS WAS ALASTOR THE RADIO DEMON!! The stories you heard about him were enough to send chills down your back, but you never knew what he looked like in person. He wasn't at all what you expected, less scary then you thought, but looks could be deceiving. Alastor stood next to you, smiling wide. "I haven't see the likes of you before. Are you a newcomer to hell perhaps?"

Shaking your head, you explained everything about how you were friends with Charlie, and she got you to come to the ball. "I honestly still think this is a dream." You told him, as you swirled the drink in your hand. "Ah yes! Charlie is a truly charming demon. I am helping her with her little program at the Hazbin Hotel! I'm sure you have heard of it, my dear?" He said, as he folded his hands behind his back. He was helping her with the hotel? Why would the most notorious overlord be helping her. You kept your question to yourself as you thought he probably had his own reasons for helping Charlie. "I have yes. Charlie asked me to come and stay there. I am a bit skeptical at the moment about it thought. Maybe later on, I can decide." Alastor hummed to himself, as he gazed at you, his eyes flashing crimson. "It is a very entertaining environment. I would be very pleased to see you there." That made your heart race. Alastor then turned to you, extending his hand out. "Care for a dance, my dear?" Feelings of nervousness began to fill your body. You didn't know how to dance, let alone waltz. "Um, I-I don't know how to dance." Looking down ashamed, you imagined you had upset him. His hand then grabbed yours, and starting pulling you towards the dancing. "Not to worry, my dear. I will teach you!" The both of you had arrived to the center of the dancing area. He had turned you around, and pulled you closer, placing one hand in yours, and the other on your waist. "Eyes up, my dear! Follow my lead!" You weren't ready for this. It was a bit rough in the beginning, but you slowly began to memorize the steps, and started dancing along.

The demons surrounded you began to depart, and pretty soon only you and Alastor were dancing. The crowds stopped and stared at the both of you. Whispering words could be heard. "Is that the radio demon?!" "Who is he dancing with?" "Never seen them before?" The words didn't bother you, as you began to become lost in the dancing, and in Alastors eyes.

The whole world around you began to blur, as you focused manly on the man in front of you. He was smiling down at you still, but his eyes were gazing at you tenderly. He spun you around, causing your dress to lift a bit. "You are a quick learner! I must say I'm impressed." He leaned down, whispering to you. Smiling, you thanked him. Soon the dance came to an end. Applause erupted around the both of you. Standing hand in hand, you both gave a bow. After the dance, you and Alastor went outside and roamed around the castle gardens, chatting about certain topics and cracking a few jokes.

Suddenly an announcement was given out, letting everyone know the ball was coming to an end. Alastor was nice enough to escort you outside, where the carriage was waiting to return you home. "I must say my dear, this was the most fun I have had at the Morningstar ball!" His smile had calmed down to a simple grin, as he gazed at you. This was your first time at a ball and you didn't want it to end. The time you spent with Alastor was entirely magical, making your heart flutter. "I enjoyed spending time with you as well Alastor. Thank you." Cocking his head, he was asking what you were thanking him. Feeling shy, your eyes darted down. "Coming to a ball like this, despite being a normal sinner with no royal or overlord status, had me nervous the whole time. But, spending time with you helped calm me down. I got to enjoy the ball and I got to enjoy it with you. So, thank you." The smile on your face, made Al's heart skip a beat. How strange, he thought. Smiling tenderly, Al grabbed your hand again, giving it another kiss. "I'm glad I was able to make your night enjoyable, my dear. May our paths cross again someday." The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and your face flushed crimson again.

You thanked Alastor again, as you made your way to the carriage and hopped inside. As the carriage began to move, you took another look back at Alastor through the window. Smiling still, you gave a small wave which he returned. The carriage then began to depart the castle, making its way back to your home. During the ride back home, you placed a hand on your heart. It was beating rapidly. You never felt like this before and it was making you nervous and excited. No one has ever made you feel like that before. Maybe you could give the hotel a shot, as long as you could see Alastor again. Giving out a dreamy sigh, you gazed out the window, staring at the crimson sky.

[peachypinkygloss]

Congratulations on reaching 2k followers 👏😄🙌 💕🌷

For the request I request needy 3 months pregnant oc waking up jimin to fuck her because of her hormones after they made love to her before sleep

tysm love!! 🫶🏻

midnight sex

Your hormones make you extra horny during your pregnancy and Jimin is there to help you.

pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, pregnancy au, smut

warnings: filthy and nasty af, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex, lots and lots of cum <3, 800 words.

a.n.: my breeding kink is screaming rn. thank you for requesting jimin like i literally needed it lmfao

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

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"Minnie," you whisper, tapping Jimin's shoulder to try to wake him up.

Currently, your whole body is burning and the erotic dream you just had didn't help at all. You know your panties are soaking wet and the uncomfortable feeling is really hard to ignore.

Your hormones are acting wild during your pregnancy and even though you and Jimin are normally sexually active, this is hitting new records. You can't even recall the number of times you've asked him to fuck you this week. Heck, you've had sex just before going to sleep tonight.

"Please, Minnie," you whine desperately.

"Mmmh."

You sadly sigh, thinking that you might cry. That's a bit dramatic, but it's your hormones' fault. You really need Jimin right now.

You hit his shoulder again and it finally seems to work. He groans, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. He opens his eyelids after, blinking a couple of times before seeing anything else than pitch black.

His eyes get used to the darkness and he turns his head in your direction. "What? What's wrong?" He asks, his voice a bit raspy.

You pull on his t-shirt, wanting him as close as possible to you. "Please, Jimin," you beg again, just needing the ache between your legs to end.

"Tell me what's wrong," he demands, still a bit sleepy.

You decide actions are more worth than words and lay his hand over your wet panties. Even though he's still in a daze, he realizes what you need.

"Aw, baby, do you need my help with that?" He coos, rubbing your pussy with his palm. He gets on top of you, his arm folded beside your head to support his weight.

"Yes, I do," you quietly moan, passing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a quick, sloppy kiss.

He hums in approval, hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs. You're only wearing a t-shirt so he slides them off easily, discarding them away somewhere in your room.

He lowers his sweatpants enough to free his cock, slowly pumping himself to get fully hard. He looks into your eyes while doing so, knowing it drives you wild.

"Beg for it," he says, his tongue peeking out to wet his plump lips. "Beg for my cock, baby," Jimin orders and you can see so much lust in his eyes, it makes you feel so desired.

Honestly, you beg for him to fuck you even when he doesn't ask you to. You have no shame in doing that and it's definitely not something like this that will hurt your pride — especially when you really need his cock for your own sanity.

"Please, Jimin, fuck me," you whine. "I really need you, need your cock inside of me," you insist, just proving to him how much you actually mean it.

Jimin groans at your words, loving hearing them coming out of your mouth. He carefully inserts the tip of his erection into your wet pussy, making you softly gasp, having missed this feeling so much.

Jimin is really girthy, so when he pushes his cock deeper in you, it stretches you out so well it has you almost crying tears of joy — you're not dramatic, it's the hormones.

"Ah, shit, that's it, baby," he praises, holding your hips into place. The veins in his arms pop out and you run your palms over them, feeling just how strong he is. "Pussy's so good."

You moan out while he grunts, setting a regular pace that quickly turns erratic. His balls slap against your skin, the sound resonating in your bedroom, getting coated in your wetness that drips down your ass.

You lock your legs behind his back, being pounded onto the mattress by him, exactly what you needed to get your hormones to calm down.

You pass your hands under his t-shirt as well, feeling his abs and his muscles tensing under your fingers. You simply love everything single thing about Jimin and it's hard to keep your mind straight while he fucks you stupid.

He repeatedly hits your sweet spot, bringing you close to your high. He comes close to his orgasm too, grunting as his balls tighten.

"I'm close. Please, don't stop, Minnie," you plead, eyes watery and chest heaving rapidly.

"Me too, baby, me too," Jimin breathes out, his face just hovering over yours.

You both cum at the same time, your legs shaking like leaves and his hips steadying against yours. He shoots his cum into you, and there's a lot. If you weren't already pregnant, you'd thought he's trying to literally get you knocked up.

When he pulls out, his cum dribbles out of your pussy in amount, hole quivering from your previous orgasm. "Fuck, baby, you're so full," Jimin comments, amazed by how much cum comes out of your cunt.

You only hum tiredly, the ache between your legs finally gone.

But you know it'll come back very soon. You're lucky you have such a caring boyfriend.

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[sim0nril3y]

How about one where they have a huge fight with lots of angst and groveling? I just love angst so much.

Note: my looooooove, i hope that this was okayyy, i'm not super happy with it, but it's kinda angsty with a little bit of hope towards the end. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, talk of sleep struggles, canon-typical swearing.

There had been so much of your relationship that had been so difficult in the beginning. It wasn’t like there was ever a conversation that you were officially together, it just happened. It was like you never wanted to leave and equally he didn’t want that either. You simply began sleeping over at Simon’s flat, keeping some spare clothes in your car. It was because the conversation never happened that you were left trying to figure out what Simon needed or wanted from you.

It was the little things in the beginning, taking his arm in public, wrapping yourself around it. Simon was simply shrug you away, as if unwanted. You were hurt by the exchange, but it was hard to talk to him about these things because… well, it wasn’t easy to talk to Simon most of the time.

You’d try and bring up these conversations with him. You’d try and ask him what he wanted. It all came to nothing. Emotionally he struggled to voice any type of opinion or need. When you would begin the conversation Simon would simply shut it down, when you’d accuse him of being unavailable emotionally, he’d call you dramatic.

This same little argument would come up every now and then, but finally you were sick of it all, you were sick of going in circles, you were tired of not being able to make any progress, you were just annoyed by Simon shutting you out. “Where are you going?” His voice boomed from behind you.

“I’m going home.” You told him firmly, turning to look at him. “You don’t want me anywhere near you in public. The only time you’ll touch me is in your home.” You fumed at him and Simon look bewildered for a moment. “And then when I try and talk to you about it because it bothers me, you just shut me out.” You announced. “So, yes. I’m leaving. I’m frustrated and I feel like I’m not being heard.”

Simon let out a gruff noise. “You’re being dramatic.” “That’s what you always say!” You pointed a sharp finger back in his direction. “I’m telling you how I feel and you’re not listening. How am I supposed to know what is too much with you, Simon? I feel like I don’t know anything about you!” The worries that had been buried deep down came tumbling out. “I had to convince you to go on a date with me. You wouldn’t tell me what you did for a job. You’ve never mentioned any family. I haven’t met your friends.” Then shaking your head, you continue. “And you haven’t asked me any of those things either…”

For a moment he looked frustrated, turning and rubbing his hands over his face. “You won’t talk to me… I don’t even… I don’t even know what we are.” You pointed out, voice lowering sadly. “I’m not expecting you to tell me everything… I just… I want to know if I’ll ever know anything.” Simon looked rigid, like he was frozen in fear. The way that he didn’t instantly jump to comfort you or assure you only increased you hurt feelings. Simply you nodded your head and said. “Okay… well, when you figure it out… you have my number.”

With a sharp turn you left the flat, tears beginning to fill your eyes and finally spilling down your face by the time that you reached your car. As you sat there you wondered if you should have just allowed things to continue, but that didn’t feel right for you. Of course, you didn’t want to make Simon uncomfortable either, feeling like he had to tell you things he didn’t want to talk about but if you were going to be more to him than a fling then you wanted to know more about him.

The next few days you didn’t hear from Simon and deep down you had convinced yourself you were never going to hear from him again. Maybe he just wasn’t ready for that type of commitment, or maybe you just wasn’t what he was looking for in a partner, too touchy, too dramatic. It hurt because you had felt like there was a real connection, something true and pure.

Late one evening you phone began to buzz beside you. Glancing down your eyes went wide as Simon’s name flashed across the screen. Shit… Shit, was this really happening? You had to shake yourself back to reality and answer in a breathless voice. “Simon?”

“Yeah…” His voice came back hard but with something lingering beneath the surface. “I…” He paused for a moment. “My mother’s name was Mary.” It was piece of information that you hadn’t been expecting and for a long moment the line went completely silent, you simply filled the space with. “That’s a nice name.” “It’s just a name…” A tiny smile tugged at your lips as you were reminded of the first conversation you’d had with Simon. “Come to the door?”

Stepping through your flat, prying open the door Simon stood there hoody drenched with rain, hood pulled up. “Haven’t fuckin’ slept in two fuckin’ days because I can’t get you off my fuckin’ mind.” His teeth were slightly grit, like he was mad with you or maybe himself for that fact. “I don’t know what we are but I know that I don’t want to lose you because of a stupid argument.”

Frowning you crossed your arms over your chest. “I struggle with opening myself up. I struggle with letting people in. I know… I know that is frustrating for you but that is just how I am.” Simon huffed. “I wasn’t expecting you to come bulldozing into my life. You turned my life upside down.”

“You could always ask me to walk away. If it was too much for you. If it wasn’t what you were wanting…” “Like fuck.” He grumbled, shaking his head. “Like fuck am I ever going to ask you to walk away. I’ve done countless stupid fuckin’ things, but that would… I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t put everything into this…” Then he took a step towards you, looking deep into your eyes with desperation and vulnerability. “I will try and do better. I will be more open. I can’t promise it will change overnight but I will try that for you… only for you…”

The second his hands clasped your face, bringing you forward to him a tiny whimper escaped your lips. “I can’t lose you.” Simon whispered. “Not now. Not ever.” Squeezing his eyes closed and pressing his forehead against your own. “Don’t give up on me yet.” There was a mixture of emotions that were bubbling around you now. “I don’t want to force you to be something you’re not uncomfortable being…”

“And I’ve lost too many people to let you walk away because I won’t hold your hand in public.” Simon replied shortly, opening his eyes and looking down into your own again. “We will figure this out, babe. You have my word.” Lips skimming against your own now, looking for silent permission. “Promise?” “Promise.” Your lips connected into a passionate kiss then. Maybe this could be the start of something different.

Masterlist | Ask | 12-12-2023

[angelltheninth]

The Name and Number You're Wearing

Pairing: Sae Itoshi x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hook-ups, longtime crush, pining, masturbation, grinding, fingering, possessiveness, Reader is Rin's ex-girlfriend

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Fanfic commissioned by @saedeukie.

He was your ex-boyfriend's older brother, and your longtime crush, the man you pined for, the man whose comfort you accepted when your relationship with Rin ended. The breakup was sadly inevitable, you grew apart too much, wanted different things, and with him still chasing after Sae's shadow there was nothing you could do to help. You knew about their brotherly rivalry, everyone in the sports words did. But you had no idea just how far Sae would take it.

He always seemed like the more calm of the two. He listened to your worries well, commented only when he deemed necessary but you knew he was listening. If he'd see you in the crowd he'd run by you, glancing to make sure your eyes were on him, feeding his ego more with your cheers, the loudest to his ears.

It started with those games you attended, his games, not Rin's because it was simply too awkward to be seen still wearing his number, his name, his jersey. It was the only one you owned until Sae took pity on you and gave you one of his. Not one of the ones you'd buy as merch, but his jersey, the one he regularly played it. It smelled like grass, dirt, a little bit of cologne and sweat. A generous gift, one that his fangirls would kill for. Yet you wore it to more and more games, you wore it at home, when you went to sleep, when you masturbated with the thoughts of him, "Sae, yes, your cock feels so good! I'm close, you're gonna make me come! Sae!"

Those first few orgasms were ridden with guilt when the high wore off. You felt like you were cheating on Rin even though you were no longer together. It took a long time for the feeling to go away, but the first time it did you couldn't stop, you came again and again, Sae's name on your lips every time.

Of course you would never tell him what you did in his jersey, you'd be too embaressed.

Sae did notice something else, how lonely you seemed. At first he'd make small talk after games, getting your input and your opinion on what his best moment was. "All of them." You'd joke and coax out the tiniest smile from him. Then he asked you out to drinks when his team won, which was every time. He'd keep an eye on you, walk you home and wish you a good night, eventually working up to asking you for a kiss, then a date, then another one until you were definitely more then friends.

You looked forward to seeing him more and more every day, spending a little more time with each other. Tomorrow would be your one month anniversary of officially dating. You couldn't wait to see him, you couldn't wait to ask him to fuck you, "I want it. I need your cock so bad." Your fingered your pussy in and out, wishing it was his cock, so close to your orgasm, you could feel it right there.

Knock, knock, knock! The sound echoed in your brain louder then it was, you cursed whoever was on the other side. Who would it even be this late at night? One of your friends maybe? They did leave hours ago, maybe they forgot something? You hissed in discomfort as you pulled your panties up, wetness pooling in them and walked yourself to the door.

"Sae?" You yelped when you saw him standing there, hands in his pockets, his teal eyes staring into your soul, "It's late, what brings you here?" Were you having another wet dream? The possibility made you press your thighs together to stop the wetness from dripping down.

If he noticed he didn't comment on it at first. "Tomorrow's our anniversary, I wanted to wait for it with you." His voice was slightly lower then usual, monotone yes, but he was normally sure to be heard. There was no one else beside the two of you here, so there was also no real reason for his apparent shyness. "Was I interrupting something? You look rather flustered."

The same look you'd have when your make out sessions would get too hated. He was playing with you, stepping closer so you'd step back, his eyes like watching the goal until the door was locked shut and your back was against the wall. You felt exposed, despite not being fully naked. You were exposed, weather you liked it or not drops of your wetness told him what your body needed.

"Lift it up, I want to confirm it for myself." His tone was serious, matching the one he'd use when he was playing with his team. What was the point of hiding it now? With every word you grew wetter, to say nothing about having him this close, noticing how horny you were. Of course he would, the observant man as he was. You went to lift the jersey up but he stopped you, "I didn't say remove it, I said lift it." Sae was telling you to leave it on, "It suits you don't you know?" You whimpered at the compliment, "Like my cock will suit you."

"Sae..." With his jersey lifted up he could see it perfectly, your wet panties and thighs, "You knew, didn't you?"

"I had my suspicions. You always sounded out of breath when I'd call you, you never wore my jersey when I'm around despite you insisting that you love it, yet you sent me countless pictures of yourself in it. I don't have to be a genius to know what you get up to." His hand cupped between your legs, eliciting a deep moan from your lips, your body growing hotter. "So wet already. You were just fucking yourself weren't you? Did you want to welcome our anniversary in a special way?" You bit your lower lip and nodded once, hips grinding down onto his hand, once, twice, three times and then you felt the white hot pleasure hit you. "Already? Must have been close." He sounded so unbothered by the fact that you just orgasamed all over his hand and clung desperately to his shirt, the only thing that kept you from falling.

You struggled to catch your breath while he held you closer. You didn't have to look to see he was hard, you could feel his cock straining against his pants, grazing your thigh. With shaky hands you palmed at the hardness, feeling it twitch against your palm. Before you had the chance to take his pants off Sae lifted you up and carried you to your bed room, ripping your panties off in the process and leaving them at the door.

Again you tried to take get fully naked but this time Sae gathered your wrists and pinned them above your head, "Maybe you didn't understand what that was about back there. I want to fuck you while you're wearing my jersey, my name and my number on your back, my scent on your skin." As his lips pressed against your skin you felt your heart skip a beat, an all too familiar heat pooling below even though you just came. His lips stayed on your skin as long as they could while he stripped his jacket and shirt off, forgetting them beside the bed.

His hard cock slapped against your pussy the moment his pants and boxers were down, "Fuck." You grinned, a little bit of a shine in your eyes as you grabbed his cock and gave it and long stroke, "You feel so good in hand. I'd give you a handjob but... I... well I... I want... you."

"You already have me, and I'll be the best you've ever had." There was such a competitive tone in his voice and the way he pulled you down, grabbing you around the hips, his normally protective touch now carrying such possessiveness. You could see that hard determination in his eyes, the same look as when he's getting into his zone on the playing field, one where he dominates.

Well you were all to happy to let him have his way, "Put it in then. Make me yours Sae."

His hips snapped forward, his hard cock making way inside your pussy walls easily. He was being all too sweet by holding still and letting you adjust for a few moments before pulling out, his tip poking inside just barely before pushing back in, an inch more, more, all the way in. Sae didn't let you look away while he increased his pace, you had to keep your eyes on him, "Don't look away, I want to see your face while were having sex. Unless you'd rather not look at the man fucking you?"

"No, no, only you, only you Sae. Sae, please, Sae." His name feel off your lips so easily, so naturally, "I need you closer." You opened your arms for him to sink into, his hips thrusting hard against yours, "I love you, Sae, I love you, please stay with me."

Your cunt clenched his throbbing cock, trying to convey how much you loved him, his cock too, how well it fit you, or rather how well you fit him. Your pussy the perfect shape for him, made for him and only him.

His face blushed so hard you could see it even in the barely there light in the room, "This is the first time you've said those words to me. I think I like hearing them. I love you too, you make my day brighter, and my night's too hopefully." His confession sent you over the edge, your cunt clenching and gushing around his throbbing cock. "Wait! Hold on, wait! Fuck! Shit! Forgot the-" Sae pulled back but couldn't fist his cock fast enough to stop the torrent of seed splashing your stomach, "Forgot to put on a condom."

"Oh." Condoms were the last things on your mind. "I... have some but it's a little late for them now." Sae ran his hand through his hair with a relived sigh.

"At least we have them for later." Later? "Ah, and by the way," Sae leaned over, smiling softy as he cupped your cheek in one hand, "Happy anniversary darling."

"Happy anniversary Sae." Your lips came together right as the clock ticked midnight, welcoming you both into the first of many anniversaries you'll share.

[rottenblur]

https://twitter.com/wlwyearnbot/status/1752061121866199142?t=fOt94vqxUyQeXXriKclH3A&s=19

- abby doing this to you

(The link)

Show me how|A.ANDERSON

No warnings just kissing and cute ass fluff!

(Drabble)

A lazy monday afternoon has you and Abby cuddled up on the couch. A movie after a tiring day was a amazing idea in Abby’s mind, you laid on her chest as she plays with your hair, blankets draped over your legs.

The two of you get snug now all you have to do is pick the god damned movie, sometimes it doesn’t matter because she ends up between your thighs anyways. On the rare occasion, it did matter, mostly to you.

Abby didn’t know it when she met you, but you were very serious about what movies you loved and what were “overrated” in your mind.

“Fuck, for something you pay so much for you’d think they would have good movies.” You say as you scroll through the movie options, tilting your head to look at Abby as you say it. Her hands still tangled in your hair, it was her number one habit, braiding it or absolutely anything her fingers mindlessly did to it.

She laughs at you. “You want me to pick?” She asks you shake your head no furiously. “Last time you made us watch a christmas movie in the middle of june, absolutely not. She huffs back as if she had complete reason to watch the grinch on a date night, in summer.

It was cute, but Abby had a horrible taste in movies, you think you’re slowly converting her, but maybe not.

You scroll for must be thirty minutes because you hear Abby begin to softly snore, then you find it, the perfect movie. “THIS!!! We’re watching this, it’s so good.” You feel Abby flinch away beneath you.

She rubs her eyes with her spare hand then place it on your lower back, she mumbles in a tired voice. “Yeah?—“ she looks to the screen then to you. “Looks good love, wasn’t sleeping just resting my eyes, rrreal comfy here.” She finishes and you chuckle back at her.

You picked howl’s moving castle, as it was a comfort movie as a kid. You got too warm and sadly sat up with Abby’s shoulder to lean on, your legs draped on top of hers. You look at howl and a memory comes back.

“You know, I used to have a crush on him I think it’s cause he kinda looks like a girl because of his hair.” You say to Abby, she huffs back. “You definitely have a type.” She smiles at you. But you were the worst for spoilers and just couldn’t let Abby think that he stays blonde even tho you were barely ten minutes into the movie.

“Actually Sophie causes his hair to go black so really you guys don’t look—“ she stops you by putting her plush lips onto yours, a gentle kiss slowly turned into a mini makeout sesh then she pulls away with a smile. Your cheeks covered in blush, and thoughts of being interrupted disappeared.

“You’re so cute, but spoilers? Had to stop you there love.” She rubs her thumb on your cheeks and kisses it.

“You’re right, sorry Abs didn’t know you liked it.” You say, her jaw opens.

“I care that you ruined my ego filled moment actually.” she says sarcastically and tickles you.

She made you laugh till tears formed your eyes, she let you talk forever and kissed you so you wouldn’t lose your voice by tomorrow. Sometimes you just looked so cute talking about a passion, she couldn’t help but kiss you.

A/n ME ACTUALLY POSTING A REQUEST !!!!!!!????? I thought this was adorable and actually had to!!!

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[sebastianswallows]

Beautiful memories — Chapter 1

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (aged up)

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child, and is filled with anger and jealousy and confusion. He just doesn't know the child is his yet.

— WARNINGS: angst, just a lot of angst (eventually there will be fluff and smut, but in later chapters)

— WORDCOUNT: 2.7k

— A/N: This fic is for a prompt by @pugsnotdrugs92, and I was also asked to write a similar fic by at least one anon.

Sadly, since she gave me that prompt, Pugs has deleted her blog. I have just learned this tonight and I am... pretty damn upset, I'll say that (not at her of course 💗, but at what caused it).

I will just say that if you get hate from anyone, block them, block indiscriminately until you have peace. I hope that Pugs (and anyone who deleted their blog as part of this mess) will make an account on this hellsite again one day <3

Anyway! On with the fic. Hope you enjoy it, my dears 🌺

Nobody had any idea who turned Sebastian in. It came so unexpectedly that they almost didn’t believe it when he happened. After all, it had been two years since Solomon’s death, and everyone in Feldcroft believed he died in his sleep.

“I know it isn’t me,” she said tearfully to Ominis one day, “and I know it isn’t you.”

“And it wasn’t Anne either,” said Ominis with a shake of his head.

“Are you sure? She still isn’t speaking to Sebastian.”

“She protected him this whole time, why would she report him to the ministry now? She might not forgive Sebastian, but she wouldn’t do this to him…”

Their suspicions fell on Leander, or the goblins, or any number of rivals Sebastian had made, but none of their suspects were likely to even know the truth about what happened that day in the catacomb. It therefore stood to reason that someone had overheard them speaking about it at some point, but that did little to narrow it down — for all they knew, one of the portraits had heard them and reported it to the Headmaster.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter who told the Aurors about it. The trio rushed through their N.E.W.T.S. half-heartedly, with Sebastian unsurprisingly scoring lower than he ever had, and in their spare time they spoke of nothing but the upcoming trial.

They’d even arranged for a solicitor for Sebastian, and visited him via floo in London, but he only spoke to his client in private. And every time Sebastian walked out of the wizard’s office, he looked more discouraged than the last.

The trial took place during summer, right after their 7th year ended. Both she and Ominis attended it every day. Imelda came sometimes as well, and Poppy, and Lucan — even Garreth attended on two occasions. He’d never liked Sebastian much, but he seemed to put aside his feelings throughout all of this.

“They don’t mean to send him there, do they?” he whispered as they sat outside the courtroom one sweltering afternoon.

“Where else?” said Imelda. “They closed all the other wizarding prisons centuries ago.”

“But he’s supposed to have done it while he was still a student…”

“What d’you expect? That they’ll give him detention for murder?”

“No, but…”

“You don’t think he really did it, do you, Imelda?” asked Poppy, leaning over Garreth.

“He didn’t,” said Ominis without even glancing their way.

“That’s right,” she said from beside Ominis. “Sebastian’s done nothing wrong.”

The trial went badly almost from the start. The judge was a grey old wizard in a funny wig, and there was no jury to speak of. He seemed to treat the death of a former Auror, even one of such ill repute as Solomon, quite seriously. The Prosecution leaned into that every chance they got.

Anne was called to give testimony in the first week, and she confessed under oath what she had found when she reached the catacombs, which was enough to shock the court. Sebastian’s friends took courage from the fact that she had not actually seen what killed Solomon, but it was only a matter of the judge drawing a line between a quick succession of events.

Ominis was called to the stand as well, but lied shamelessly. Even the threat of Veritaserum from the Prosecution didn’t sway him. He knew none of them would dare submit a Gaunt to that — a rare occasion of his family name amounting to something. However, him being Sebastian’s oldest friend cast doubt upon his entire deposition…

And then, she was called to give testimony as well. Unlike Ominis, she was not sure she could afford to lie, but nothing could get her to betray Sebastian.

All that she could remember was that Solomon attacked the both of them, and both she and Sebastian felt quite threatened by him, and then somehow, between the flying curses and roving Inferi, Uncle Solomon fell dead. But that happened, after all, more than two years ago, Your Honour, and it was in a dark and gloomy cave — and oh, what were they doing there? Objection. Relevance?

Ominis and the others congratulated her on well she held her own, but deep down, she felt like she had let her best friend down — her statement didn’t put the blame on Sebastian, but neither did it exonerate him.

By the time the trial was approaching the end, their former classmates had stopped coming, and only she and Ominis were left.

“He looks so —”

“I know,” said Ominis, not wanting to hear her describe him. This was on the last day, and the judge would give the verdict.

Guilty. Six months in Azkaban.

The courtroom reverberated with murmurs from the crowd — some in approval, others in outrage.

It was a horrible sentence to hear, but it was not as bad as their worst fears — people were often given life imprisonment for the Unforgivables. Fortunately, in Sebastian’s case, there was not enough conclusive evidence either way. Still, if they were to appeal, it would take longer than six months to even have a new judge assigned to the case, so they were left with no choice but to accept it.

As the Aurors led Sebastian away, she and Ominis stood together and called out useless encouragements to their friend, telling him to have courage, to be strong, have faith that he would soon be free, but he went with the guards without looking back at them…

Most of their former classmates were shocked but seemed to think the six-month sentence would pass quickly. They knew Azkaban was pretty horrible and could remember a few things from their DADA class, but none of them was truly educated on the nature of Dementors. Ominis was. He’d been in their presence when he and his father went to visit an uncle of his who’d been sentenced for murdering a muggle. He claimed it was the worst experience he’d ever had in his life — worse than Crucio, in its own way. He still remembered how the despair lingered inside him for days.

And as time passed, she became aware of something lingering within herself as well…

By the fourth month, she had to use concealment charms around her waist when she went out in public. Ominis figured it out on his own — it was probably that echolocation spell he used to get around. He’d merely been suspicious at first, but by the fifth month…

“Can anyone else see?!”

“No, and they won’t if you just stop —”

“But this could ruin your reputation!”

“Don’t you think I know that?!”

“I can’t believe you! How c—”

“Ominis, shut up,” she hissed.

“But you —”

“It’s Sebastian’s!”

“… Oh. I suppose that makes it better, then.”

From then on, Ominis supported her and helped her in any way he could — which admittedly wasn’t much, as he was still getting used to living on his own after being freed from his family’s clutches. And either way, the first few months were gentle enough on her that she could cope well enough on her own. The only help she needed was preparing her small flat to host two people — and eventually three — which meant some creative furniture transfiguration to fit everything in too small a space.

Christmas arrived in the meanwhile, then the New Year. They had tried writing to him every month by then, but the authorities kept sending their letters back — none were allowed for fear of concealed enchantments, they said, and no visitations were allowed either for lower-class prisoners. It broke her heart to know him all alone throughout those rotten months and all through the holidays. Neither she nor Ominis found it in them to celebrate anything that year…

Sebastian was released in February. They wouldn’t be allowed on the island of Azkaban, but they could see him at the Ministry, where he would be transported before he was officially freed.

She and Ominis got there at sunrise, and waited for hours.

Sebastian’s assigned solicitor couldn’t be there, as he had another case, but he sent a house elf to sign the release form in his name. Anne hadn’t come either, but that was hardly a surprise…

The two of them sat alone in a busy hallway, watching witches and wizards pass through — some going in, some going out — until finally, late in the afternoon, the Auror at the front desk told them that inmate Sallow would be arriving within minutes.

“Here, here, they said this will be the exit,” she said, pulling on Ominis’ sleeve.

Two large wooden doors lay open out of which a long dark hallway extended like a neck, and on either side were doors being shut and open of ministry workers travelling through. There was constantly a small crowd of people darkening that space even further.

“I think that’s him,” she said, standing on the tips of her toes when she spotted a dark ruffled head of hair.

“Alright, stay calm,” said Ominis, taking her hand to settle her. Since he’d realised that she was pregnant, he was instinctively more protective.

“Oh, it is! It is him!” she said with tears in her happy voice.

Sebastian was led out of one of those side doors — dressed in a grey and black prisoner’s uniform, his hands and feet chained, terribly thin and tired and bent at the back, and looking as if he hadn’t slept for days…

“Sebastian!” she called out, waving to him with the hand that wasn’t in Ominis’ grasp. “Over here!”

He looked up slowly, as if doubting that he’d heard his name called. His eyes searched blearily through the crowd ahead, not really focusing anywhere, but then they fell on her. She grinned brightly when she caught his gaze.

“Y-you came?” he said, looking at the two of them like they were a dream come true.

“Of course,” she said.

“Surely you didn’t expect anything else,” grinned Ominis.

“I… I need to go somewhere, they’re taking me to… to…” He didn’t have time to explain before Aurors led him around the corner and to another room, for processing.

“We’ll be here,” she called out after him, “we’ll wait for you!”

“How does he look?” whispered Ominis. “He sounded quite weak.”

“He looks… the way he sounded,” she said, “but he’ll be alright… He has to be. We’ll make sure of it.”

Less than thirty minutes later, Sebastian stepped back outside. He was now dressed the way he was when they arrested him: a faded green sweater and black trousers with worn old leather shoes. The clothes hung on his lanky frame, his face was all angles and shadows, and he looked as if he hadn’t had a wash in the whole six months. He was, of course, without his wand as well — they’d broken that after his sentencing.

But there was a still little light still left in his eyes, and it shone when he saw his friends again. He called out her name and Ominis’, and walked toward them with feeble brisk steps.

“I can’t believe it,” he grinned weakly, his steps growing bolder the closer he got to his friends. “I never thought —”

But then he noticed their joined hands, and her swollen stomach, and it nearly stopped him in his tracks. He only caught the sight for a second before she let go of Ominis and rushed to embrace him.

“Seb,” she cried out as she jumped into his arms. She clung to his neck like a lifeline. “I’ve missed you so much…”

“I’ve… missed you too,” he said, his voice low and uncertain.

She buried her face in his neck while Sebastian’s eyes fell to Ominis — who embraced him too from the other side in an uncharacteristic display of affection, before he stood back timidly.

“How… erm, how are you?” he asked with a nervous smile, feeling more happy than he cared to admit, and relieved to have his friend back in one piece.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Sebastian. Gently, he dropped the girl from his arms and slowly pulled away.

“Of course,” she said, wiping her tears and stepping back, but keeping his hand clasped in hers. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to say anything. We just came to take you home. It’s alright now… You’re free, you’re finally back. We’ve missed you so much…”

“Home?” said Sebastian, looking between her and Ominis coolly. “Whose home is that?”

“Well… whichever one you want,” she said. “Yours or mine or…”

“I don’t think I’m ready to see Feldcroft again,” said Sebastian. “But I wouldn’t want to… impose on either of you.”

“What?” frowned Ominis. “Don’t be stup— I mean, don’t worry about that, Sebastian.”

“Oh, is there something to worry about?” he asked.

“Well —”

“We don’t need to discuss that —”

“— here.”

“— now.”

“… I see.”

“Don’t concern yourself with anything,” she smiled, stepping up to him again and embracing him loosely. “Let’s leave this horrible place first…”

They made their way out of the ministry building and through the cold London streets toward Diagon Alley, and his friends talked to him excitedly about the things that had happened: what their former classmates were doing, what they knew about Anne, even the latest Quidditch matches.

They probably felt less cheerful than they seemed, but their enthusiasm was overflowing as they prattled on about all the normal things people their age should care about, almost as if nothing bad had happened at all. They laughed, and smiled, and rubbed his back, and all the while there was in Sebastian’s gait much of the same imprisoned and defeated look as there had been when he was led out of the courtroom at his sentencing.

“We wrote to you while you were there,” she said as they approached the Leaky Cauldron.

“But the damned guards never delivered them,” said Ominis.

Sebastian listened in silence, and they tacitly agreed it was because of what he had been through. He would open up to both of them in time, they were certain…

They decided to have lunch at the Cauldron since neither of them had eaten anything since morning — and they didn’t even wish to think of the food in Azkaban. They ordered sausages and eggs and mashed potatoes and a great big serving of pickled pumpkin.

Sebastian ate the least out of the three of them — and what he didn’t finish, she devoured. Ominis hid his chuckle behind a cough, while Sebastian could barely look at her. If she noticed it, she didn’t say. She just kept smiling and laughing along with Ominis…

More than ever in Azkaban, he wished he could dig a hole for himself through which to disappear. The Leaky Cauldron was noisy and crowded, the smell of food made his stomach turn, and every scrape of a chair was like a scratch across his brain. Even sitting down was uncomfortable, his muscles too thin and his back too weak to hold him. He moved uncomfortably from one position to another, and let his friends prattle on to fill the emptiness between them.

After almost an hour, they decided to leave, and Sebastian nodded in agreement.

“I’m seeing someone at the ministry next Wednesday about a position,” said Ominis as they walked toward the fireplace. “But I can stop by afterwards if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” she said. “You’re always welcome, you know that.”

“Do you have enough chocolate at home? I can bring some more.”

“Shelves full of it,” she laughed. “But more is always a good idea. I suspect we’ll need it.”

“Well, I’ll bid you two goodbye for now, then,” said Ominis as he waved them off, blissfully oblivious to what was going through Sebastian’s mind.

“Goodbye,” she said with a tearful smile, letting go of Sebastian for a brief while to hug their friend once more.

“I’ll let you know before I arrive on Wednesday.”

“Not to worry, Ominis. We’ll be alright… Everything will be alright now.”

“I hope so…”

“And good luck with your interview!”

“Thank you… Although I’m not sure I want it.”

“Thank you, Ominis,” said Sebastian tiredly. “For… everything.”

“Don’t be silly,” he smiled. “I’m glad to have you back. We both are. Just focus on getting well again…”

Sebastian nodded, not feeling that any of their kind words were true. He disappeared in the green flames with her, wishing for once to not appear on the other end.

[badasmuse]

“Three Weeks”

Kim Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), penetration, language, lowercase intended, kinda sub!seungmin, whiny!seungmin, dickhead!seungmin

Summary: seungmin has been ignoring you for three weeks and you’re over it

a/n: i know i primarily write for bada but i also have a hyper fixation on seungmin and simon dominic so once in awhile i’ll drop something about them and some others too🤸🏽

three weeks. it’s been three weeks since your best friend confessed his feelings towards you and three weeks since he’s ghosted you. so much for having feelings for you.

you’ve done everything. called, texted, called his friends, you even showed up at his dance practice but he hid somewhere in the building and you’re just too lazy to look around (and you’ve gotten lost in there before. you don’t need it happening again.)

it’s becoming unbearable. you haven’t seen him in so long it hurts. you immediately grab your phone dialing chris’ number.

“hey y/n!” he exclaims.

“is seungmin around?” you ask sadly.

his once happy tone turned sad, “he’s at the dorms. y/n are you okay?”

you open your mouth to respond to his question but close it, opting with an, “can i go over there?”

“yeah should i let him-“ you cut him off.

“no please. thanks chris love you, muah.” you blow a kiss through the phone and hang up.

grabbing your shoes and keys, you hop in your car and drive over the the dorms. you throw on a mask and put on a hat before running into the building and running up the stairs to the door. you pound on it anxiously.

“dammit jeongin you just left- oh…” seungmin opened the door, he thought it was the beloved maknae but it was in fact not. instead it was you. you angrily push him back into the dorm before shutting and locking the door.

“what the hell seungmin?” you say. “it’s been three fucking weeks. why are you avoiding me?”

he doesn’t respond, walking to the couch instead.

“kim seungmin i know you hear me.” you follow, your voice cracking.

“you should go home y/n.” he mumbles as he starts scrolling on his phone.

you snatch it, putting it out of reach. when he tries going for it you push him back on the couch, climbing on his lap and pinning his arms to his side.

his eyes widen, “y/n get up.” he says,

“just listen to me!” you squirm, struggling to hold him down. “i just want you to know i like you too! i didn’t want to tell you over the phone this has to be said in person.”

“y/n you have to get up.” he says, ignoring everything you said.

but it’s too late.

you open your mouth to yell at him but then you feel it. he’s hard and you feel it pressing against your ass. he blushes and you let go of his wrists. “i’m… sorry.”

“can you just get up and go home so i can take care of this?” he mumbles.

your hands trail down his chest, dipping under his shirt to scratch at his abs lightly. “let me take care of it.” you say softly.

“why would y-you do that?” he asks jerking when your nails drag across his lower stomach.

“because i like you too seungmin. i’ve always thought about this..” you whisper in his ear, pulling his sweats down. “i wish you would’ve let me talk instead of ignoring me for three fucking weeks.” you stand up to take your bottoms off and climb back on him. you waste no time sinking onto his dick, trying not to make noise.

him, on the other hand, was a moaning, whimpering mess. “fuck you feel so good.” he whines.

his hands caress your waist as you bounce on him, hands tangled in his hair. you let out little moans in his ear, loving the way his dick hit your spot perfectly.

“shit y/n stop clenching i’m gonna cum.” he whimpers.

you stop clenching, in fact you stop moving all together. “apologize.” you whisper, “apologize or you can’t cum.”

seungmin throws his head back, “please y/n i’m so close.”

“say you’re sorry. sorry for ignoring me. sorry for being mean.” you pick up your pace again, bouncing on his dick like you’re a basketball being dribbled down the court by steph curry.

“fuck i’m sorry!!” he moans out. “i’m sorry baby. fuck i’m cumming!” he pulls you down flush against his pelvis as he fills you up, the feeling making you cum on him with a loud moan.

you both pant, holding each other close. your legs quiver against his hips. he grabs the blanket on the back of the couch wrapping it around you both after laying down with him still inside you.

it was quiet. you both enjoyed the comfortable silence.

until,

“god did you have to fuck on the couch? it’s bad enough i had to hear your.” lino says walking back to his room.

“oh yeah, lino’s here.” seungmin says.

“seungmin!”

[theliteraryarchitect]

Hi! I wanted to say, I read that you are a professional editor, and think it's amazing! You also give very logical and well explained advice. I was wondering; would you say being an editor is a job you can support yourself with? I actually aspire to become one someday, but I'm not exactly sure if it's a good plan.

Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a good day/night

Hey there. Great question. It's totally possible to support yourself as an editor. I've done it, and so have other editors I know. However there are a few important things to consider before choosing editing as a career path.

Your chances of being a self-employed freelancer are extremely high. The number of in-house editing jobs in publishing are low and getting lower. While being self employed can give you a certain amount of flexibility, it also comes along with a lot of hustle and hassle, namely fluctuating income, a stupid amount of confusing tax paperwork, and the need to constantly promote yourself to clients in order to maintain steady work.

You probably won't make as much money as you'd think. Editing is one of the many skilled jobs that suffers from market saturation, which has sadly driven down the price the average client is willing to pay for editing services. I can't tell you the number of overqualified editors I know charging barely more than minimum wage for their work. Personally I've stuck to my guns about charging what I'm worth, but I've sometimes suffered by not having as much work as my colleagues who charge less.

Robots have already chipped away at the future of editing as a human occupation, and will continue to do so at exponential speed in the years ahead. They will never obliterate the job completely, as there will always be humans who prefer to work with humans instead of machines. But the outlook will become ever bleaker as more humans compete for fewer gigs, which in turn will drive down prices even further.

If you are also a writer, editing may adversely affect your writing. I don't mean that you'll become a worse writer, quite the opposite. My editing work has brought new depths to my writing, and I'm grateful for all I've learned by working with my clients. However, editing takes time, uses creative energy, and requires staring at a screen (or paper), and personally the more I edit, the less time/creativity/screen-staring capabilities I have left for my own writing.

If you mention you're an editor, someone will troll your post for a typo, grammatical error, or misused word, and then triumphantly point it out to you in the comments. This is mostly a joke. But it does happen every single time.

I hope this hasn't been too discouraging. If you feel a true passion for editing and really enjoy the work, none of the above should dissuade you. However, if you think you might be happy in any number of occupations, I'd honestly advise you to explore other options. Choosing a career path at this point in history is a gamble no matter what, but the outlook for editors is especially grim.

If you'd like to work with writers and aren't attached to being an editor, there are a few jobs (still freelance) that I believe will survive the coming robot apocalypse. Do a little Google research about "book coaches," "writing coaches," or "book doulas." These are people who act primarily as emotional supporters and logistical helpers for writers who are trying to get their book published or self published. Some of them do actual editing, but many do not, and due to the therapeutic nature of their work I believe they will flourish longer than editors in the coming robot apocalypse.

If you do explore editing as a path, the further away you can lean from spelling and grammar (e.g. proofreader or copyeditor), the longer your skills will be useful when competing with robots. AI still struggles to offer the same kind of nuanced, story-level feedback that a human can give. (Speaking from experience here--I'm a developmental editor and have yet to see a dent in my workload because of robots.) They'll catch up eventually, but it could be a while, and as long as there are human readers, there will always be humans who are willing to pay for a human perspective on their writing. Human spell checkers maybe not so much.

Hope this helps!

[futfemfantasies]

“That’s your wife!” \\ leah williamson x putellas!reader

Request: “...where the reader plays for Man U or just any different team, and she’s married to Leah, and when they play eachother Leah slide tackles her hard, causing the reader to be angry as hell and limping. And fans are angry at her for doing that to her wife.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s the quarter finals of the Euros. England vs Spain. Williamson vs Putellas. Wife vs wife. You know this is the game to win. Your older sister, Alexia, tore her ACL the day before the competition started so you owe it to her. You haven’t seen your wife Leah for most of this competition and you are itching just to see her, touch her. Obviously you’ve called and facetimed each other but it’s just not the same. You’ve been pretty down the past few days and your teammates also cannot wait for this match, so they get their vice captain back.

You arrive at Amex Stadium and you follow your teammates into the locker room. You look around for your jersey and see ‘Putellas’ with a 14 under it. A part of you feels like you’re betraying your sister, since it’s her number but you know she’ll be proud. You put your bag down and decide to take a walk out to the field. It’s still a few hours until kick off so no fans should be in the stadium. You go over to Mapi and tell her that you’re going for a walk. You slip on your slides before grabbing your phone and lanyard before leaving the locker room. You see a couple of the English girls walking around and you have a quick chat before you get a text from Mapi saying coach wants us back soon. You reply and continue your short walk. 

You follow the signs that lead to the field and as you turn the corner, you run into something, or more like someone. You look up and see those familiar ocean blue eyes you have fallen in love with. You wrap your arms around Leah’s lower back and hers go around the back of your neck. After a few more seconds, you both pull away and kiss each other for the first time in weeks. 

“Hola mi amor”

“God I missed that accent” Leah whispers as her forehead leans on mine. 

“I missed you” You say in English causing the corners of Leah’s mouth to curve upwards 

“Maybe we can go to the pitch then walk back?” Leah suggests and you intertwine your hands together before going out to the field. 

You both walk out on the pitch and take in the stadium. You look around and try and find where Alexia said she would be. You hear Leah’s camera go off and you turn around quickly with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Sorry, you looked cute”

You and Leah sit on the pitch leaving no space between each other. You get pulled from your trance when you hear your phone ring from next to you. 

“Hola...sí...bueno, adios Maps” (Hello...yes...okay, bye Maria)

“You have to go?” Leah asks sadly.

“Lo siento, coach will not start me today unless I’m back in 5 minutes” Leah eyes widen and they have a little bit of anger coming through.

“He can’t do that. Let’s get you going” 

Leah stands up and holds her hand out for you to take. You walk Leah back to her locker room where you see your friends plus some club teammates. 

“I’ll see you after?” Leah questions.

“Sí, I’ll need to comfort you after we beat you” Leah rolls her eyes at you and her teammates laugh and comment on the bold assumption. 

“Adios mi amor” 

On the way back to the locker room, Aitana texts you that you have a minute to get back. You run down the hallways and stumble into the España locker room. Jorge reminded you that he nearly benched you and you roll your eyes at the lame threat. An hour later after listening to Jorge go through tactics and how to get through the English backline of Lucy, Millie, Leah, and Rachel and the midfielders. The coaching staff leave so the players can get dressed and you feel nothing but nerves. You slip the jersey on and tie your boots when you receive a text. 

LW 🥰: good luck out there baby. not too much bc we are going to beat you. i love you so much xxxx

You reply to Leah before one of the coaching staff tells everyone to make their way to the tunnel. You do a quick prayer up to your dad then walk out with Mapi and Leila. 

Your teammates order themselves by number and you stand across from your wife as you both are the captains. You give her a wink and you see Leah’s cheeks slowly turn red. Both teams walk out and do the formalities of singing the national anthems, coin tosses and team photos. Since the coin toss went in your favour, you chose that Spain started with the ball. You shake Leah’s hand and give her the red and yellow decorated pennant while you receive a full white one. You both shake the hands of the ref before giving Leah a kiss on the cheek. 

“May the best team win mi amor”

Both teams go to their positions and the whistle blows. The first half is slow but you nearly had a goal but the VAR declared it a no goal even though Earps stopped it after a few centimetres after the line. You yell at your team to run back and when you do, the referee calls for half time. You walk into the tunnel and you feel a hand on your lower back. You look beside you and see Leah. You talk for a few minutes before going to your respective dressing rooms. 

15 minutes later, you lead your team back out to the pitch. You look over to where Alexia is and she’s cheering the loudest, along with your mama Eli and other older sister Alba. The whistle blows and Ellen kicks the ball to Beth. Around the 54 minute mark, you prepare for a corner from Mapi. She does a hand signal and you attempt to move around the England players so you can receive it. You feel hands on your hips and you look down to see the familiar white nail polish. You keep moving around so Leah’s hands get off you but she has a tight grip on you. Just before Mapi kicks the ball, you pull Leah’s hands off you and run to the edge of the box. The ball comes directly to you at the perfect height and you know what shot to do. You jump up and do a bicycle kick which flies into the top right corner. Mary has no chance of saving it. You run around like a crazy person over to Alexia and your family. By the time you get to the section, your oldest sister managed to get down to the bottom step on one leg. You attempt to go over to her to give her a hug but are stopped by the referee. 

“One more step and you get a yellow” She warned.

You roll your eyes and blow and kiss to your sister and family. As the game restarts, you notice that the England team have a little bit of anger in their eyes, especially your wife. Around 10 or 15 minutes later, you get a lovely through ball from Laia which causes you to run up the middle, straight to Millie and Leah. You manage to get around Millie but when you’re up against Leah, the next thing you see is the grass. Alexia and Alba are up from their seats knowing exactly what happened. When you don’t stand up, that’s when Leah becomes concerned. 

“I’m so sorry baby. What hurts?” When you don’t respond, your teammates call the ref and your medical team over. Your eyes stay shut as you try to control your breathing due to the amount of pain you’re experiencing. 

“I’m not going anywhere” Leah informs you but you can’t even stand to hear her voice. 

“Go away Leah”

“Baby I-”

“I don’t want to yell at you. I said go away” Your tone gets angrier and voice louder as Leah doesn’t get the hint. 

You open your eyes and see Keira and Lucy pull her away and Leah breaking down on Keira’s shoulder. From what you can see, Mapi and some of your teammates go over to Leah to give her a mouthful.

“Leah! What the fuck? That’s your wife!” Mapi yells at her.

“You think I don’t know that Mapi? I know what I did okay, I wasn’t thinking” Leah says as she starts off angry but ends soft as the incident sinks into Leah’s head.  

Leah hears the cheers and turns around to see you hopping on one foot with your arm around the medic. The two teams clapping you off the pitch makes you grateful you have close friends and family in both. For the rest of the game, Leah was unfocused as the guilt and nervous feelings inside her don’t go away. As soon as the whistle blew, Leah raced off to the sidelines but Sarina caught her just in time. 

“They took her to the hospital for checking. When we finish here, the team bus can drop you off okay?” Sarina explains. 

Leah just nods at her coach and walks into the locker room without any press or fan interactions. She took her boots off and threw them against the wall out of anger. Leah sat on the ground in front of her locker with her phone, trying to call you. It goes straight to voicemail and she curses under her breath. Leah lets all her emotions go and doesn’t even hear her teammates come in. No one speaks or even celebrates that they are through to the semi finals as they feel bad for you and are angry at Leah. She doesn’t know how much time passes until everyone hears a knock on the door. Leah looks up and sees Mapi, Leila and Alexia. 

“We are going to the hospital. Are you coming?” Alexia asks.

“I’ll be dropped off later” The three Spaniards nod and walk back to the Spain locker room. 

“Leah, one of the trainers has offered to take you to the hospital if you want to leave now?” Sarina questions and Leah agrees and quickly gathers her things before leaving with the trainer.  

On the drive to the local hospital, Leah reads twitter and everyone is mad at her for hurting her own wife, how you should divorce Leah and other nonsense. Of course, it all goes to Leah’s head and now she’s more worried than before. The trainer parks and Leah jumps out and sprints to the front desk. 

“Where’s my wife, Y/N Putellas-Williamson?”

The nurse types on the computer and finds where you are.

“Oh yes, she’s in surgery right now. The waiting room is just around the corner if you would like to stay there” Leah thanks the woman and walks to the waiting area. 

When she turns the corner, she sees your mama and two older sisters. Without saying a word, Leah sits down across from them and puts her head in her hands. Leah starts crying and she zones out until she feels a soft hand on her back. Leah looks up and sees your mum giving her a sad look. Since Eli’s English isn’t that great, she hands her phone to Leah which has the translated version. Leah reads the small paragraph then hugs your mum in appreciation. 

“Lo siento Eli” Your mum shakes her head and gives Leah a tight side hug, something Leah needed. Alba soon followed, giving Leah a hug and Alexia gave Leah a smile since her knee restricted her from going anywhere. A few hours later, a doctor comes out. 

“Putellas-Williamson?” Eli pushed Leah forward slightly as she is the only one who understands the doctor. 

“Y/N suffered a high ankle sprain which required surgery as the ligament was completely torn. We’ve put a screw between the tibia and fibula to hold the two bones together until they heal. With the right rehab and support, she should be playing again in a few months. Y/N is in room 1411 when you’re ready to go in. She’s asking for someone called Leah”

Leah thanked the doctor and went back over to your family to explain what the doctor had said. Leah suggested that Eli and your sisters go first but they all refused. 

“She’s asking for you Le, you go first” Alba suggests and Leah nods. 

On the way to your room, Leah made a slight detour to the gift shop to get you some flowers and a cute little bear holding a heart. She starts to become nervous as the room numbers slowly countdown to yours. Leah stood out the front of the door frozen. She peaks through the little window and sees you’re awake and on your phone. Leah gently knocks on the door and goes inside with a sad smile on her face. You look up and see your wife. You give her a smile and tell her to come next to you. 

Leah moves the spare seat closer to you and takes your hand in hers as she sits. She looks down to your ankle and pouts as you squeeze her hand. 

“I’m so sorry babe. I don’t usually do slide tackles and I don’t know why I did one on you and now you ca-” As soon as your lips are on Leah’s, you move your spare hand on her cheek and she relaxes instantly. 

“I’m not angry anymore. It’s the way this game works. I’ll be okay, I always am” You reassure your wife and she nods. You scoot over in the bed and pat it gently. 

“Are you sure?”

“How else am I going to congratulate you then giving you cuddles?” You ask.

“Oh I can think of something” Leah says with a slight smirk on her face. You hit Leah’s chest at the crude reply and Leah gets in next to you. 

[viburnt]

Midoriya I.|| Childhood promises

Type: Headcanons+Snippet

Genre: Fluff

Characters involved: Midoriya Izuku (main)/Uraraka Ochaco (secondary on the reading bite)

Prompt: As kids, Izuku gifted you a plastic ring and told you he'd marry you in the future. Now it's a recurrent joke to call each other fiancé.

• It happened when Izuku was 7; the street fair was nearby and his mom had given him some money to spend with you on treats and games. He was so excited, his hand timidly holding yours as the hanging lights guided your way

• One of the stands had caught his attention: it was a lucky duck pond, one of those games where you need to catch two different rubber duckies with the same number to win. 3 chances, no skills involved.

• “Do you think if we get our lucky charms together, we could win a prize?” The lucky charms in question were an All Might collectible card and a snail shell you found at the park.

• The freckled boy was enthusiastic about it, confidently paying the old man running the game a couple of silver coins to play. His hands gently lowered the small fishnet provided to play. First number: 3.

• Izuku could hear you rooting for him by his side. All he had to do was get another one like that. Sticking his tongue out, praying to his All Might card, he sank the net once more. Second number: 9.

• He felt like crying.

• You patted his hand in a comforting way, threatening the nearby kids who mocked him. “Hey, let me try!”

• The result was the same, sadly. However, the old man was touched by you two that he gave out a consolation prize to lift your spirits. It was a plastic jewelry set: a silver crown, a magic wand and a couple of rings.

• The path back home didn't feel so bad after that.

• “At least the rings are pretty, do you think we could wear them at school?” You said, making Midoriya think. “But aren't matching rings for marriage? My mom says so.”

• After a brief silence, Izuku's green eyes lit up, feeling a slight wave of nervousness as the words rolled out of his mouth. “Then I'll marry you! W-we can wear them until we grow up and then get m-married!”

• Your face felt warm as you heard him speak, feeling his hand eagerly placing the silver ring on your left hand.

• Ever since, neither of you take the plastic piece off, even if it's old and the colors washed out. Not to mention that the whenever you see each other, the word “Fiancé/Fiancée” rolls out of your mouths.

—Hi! If you have a moment, I'm looking for a person. Do you think you can help me?

Ochako heard with attention as you spoke, tilting his head at the style you sported. Compared to the gray uniform and green tie U.A students wore, your clothes were more of an Eastern streetwear.

—Uh, sure thing! Who are you looking for?— The brunette said with a sympathetic smile. —Are they from 1st year or 2nd?

—Izuku Midoriya, 1st year!— The name popped out of your mouth, catching Uraraka's interest.

—Really? He is from my class! I'll take you there.— She offered, making you feel relieved. —Are you from his family or something? I don't think he mentioned any siblings or cousins.

You snorted a little, deciding to play a little with the round-faced girl.

—He is my fiancé! I came to visit him.

The way Ochako's jaw dropped almost had you rolling on the floor laughing, but for the sake of your little joke, you kept a straight face.

—Fiancé?— Her voice stuttered. You nodded, showing off the little plastic ring you always carried. —Since when? How did that happen?

You tapped on your chin as if thinking.

—Since kids, we promised each other. We'll be hitting it off as soon as he graduates.

Uraraka couldn't hide her shock.

—Oh, there you are! I see you've met one of my classmates already.— Izuku's voice popped in, joining the conversation as he walked towards you. —Did you have trouble finding the classroom building?

Ochako's finger pointed at him and then to you. It didn't take much for Midoriya to connect the dots.

—You just had to tell her, didn't you?— He muttered, eyeing you with an embarrassed face. — Uraraka, let me explain…

—Wanna come to the wedding?

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[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Meeting them in the middle of a fight - JJK

This includes: Gojo and...Mahito... (i don't like him but I'm doing this for y'all who do)

CW: blood...yeah

SATORU GOJO -

You were planning to go into an abandoned building for a recording and you did but something was off. You swear you could see someone inside the building but you shrugged it off anyway. You continue into the building quickly and quietly making your way to the roof of the building.

"Who the hell are you?" A black haired boy side-eyes you while his white-haired friend with a blindfold stands there.

Before you are able to speak, a weird worm curse breaks through the building. With a snap of your fingers, it turns into a murder of crows.

"So... I'm guessing I stepped into a veil and by the way, you two are pretty slow." A crow lands on your shoulder as you scratch under its beak.

You turn to leave but before you can, the white-haired dude stands in front of you. You didn't even see him move, how fucking quick is he?

"I don't think I'm that slow." "By the way you froze in shock, I'd think completely different."

You go to climb back inside and he stops you yet again.

"What else do you want grandpa?" The boy in the background turns to the side, stifling a laugh.

"I was going to ask if you wanted a quick way to the ground, it's not safe up here with us hunting down a curse."

"I got it sir, thanks for asking though."

"What's your name?"

"Who's asking?" You pull out your phone and look at the bright screen, hitting a couple of buttons.

"Gojo Satoru."

You look at him for a second and then look back down at your device. "L/n."

"Not gonna tell me your first name?" You noticed his black-haired friend went inside to find the curse that was apparently hiding from them.

"You don't need it and I don't know you."

"You could get to know me." He approaches slowly.

"Why would I?" "Because you're intrigued and curious. I can tell by how you're looking at me."

He pulls a small sticky note out of his pocket and hands it to you. You read it over and realize it's his number, this random dude just gave you out of all people his number. what a loser.

"Now that that's done, would you like a quick way to the bottom?" He holds out his arm to you with a smile...bro is cheesing too much and it's hurting your fucking eyes.

Without a second thought, you take the crow off your shoulder and watch it fly into the air. "I'm good."

You stand on the railing and jump, crows circling around you. You safely are lowered to the ground as you bow and make your way out of the veil. Bro is so fucking goofy for what...you'll still give him a call though...for your ego of course.

MAHITO -

You were just hanging out at the train station when this guy sat next to you.

"...can I help you?"

You saw his hand shoot out toward you and you dodge him by jumping up, squatting on the top of the train station ceiling.

"What's up with you bro? I can't chill at the train station?"

His tongue comes out of his mouth as he licks his lips with a smile.

"This'll be fun..."

His hand touches the side of your face but nothing happens. He freezes in shock, what the hell are you?

"Aww, am I that pretty to you? Sadly, you're a bit ugly." You smack his hand off of your face, still grinning at him.

He starts to back up from you...why wasn't it working...

"Don't tell me you're scared now? Nah cuz, you wanted to bother me." You continue trekking toward him, hands in your pockets.

You cornered him against a wall, pushing your hand on his chest.

"I feel like you're gonna get yo' ass beat so I'll leave it to them. ta-ta." With that, you leave him panting against the wall.

[tanadrin]

Is it plausible that children are most often abused by people that they know (rather than strangers) because we've steadily and consistently reduced the capacity for children to interact with strangers in potentially abusive situations? I'm pretty sure that's not the case, but you've frequently discussed the topic and it seems like you'd know if there was anything to back up the idea.

I think children are most often abused and exploited by people they know because children spend most of their time around people they know, and children have a marked lack of autonomy in our society. In the past (and, sadly, too often in the present still) there has been a marked taboo around discussing these issues, a refusal to educate children in age-appropriate ways about sex (meaning they often don't even have the language to explain what has happened to them), and a reluctance to believe victims of abuse. In fact, I think the real incidence of CSA has probably gone down markedly in the last 75 years, but it's hard to get clear numbers on this bc for so long we refused to admit the problem even existed. A problem people refuse to acknowledge exists will of course seem to have a much lower rate of occurrence than one people openly acknowledge.

Stranger danger has never been the primary risk to children. The primary risk to children is parents, relatives, teachers, pastors, and other figures of authority in their lives. That's true for CSA, and for physical abuse, and for emotional abuse. And it makes sense; if you were the kind of person to abuse or terrorize or sexually exploit a child, the easiest children for you to target are children in your community, where your reputation and authority can protect you, where nobody could possibly believe such an awful thing, but you know, poor Bobby has always been troubled, etc., etc.

There is no clean solution to this problem. I think most parents, and most people who spend a lot of time around children by choice, do so because they genuinely like and want good things for them! I think the best protection against child abuse and exploitation is being open and communicative with children, educating them in age-appropriate ways, giving them the tools to defend their autonomy, and making sure that when they have problems they are heard.

And incidentally, I think a similar approach is also the best tool for online safety for kids. It's a lot harder for strangers with bad intentions (who do exist, though they are not the primary risk to children) to target kids with a stable, loving home life, who aren't ashamed to talk to their parents or to other adults in their lives about what's going on, and whose feelings and autonomy are respected by those adults. We cannot arrest and punish our way to a world that is safe for children! This is an authoritarian lie we tell ourselves, because the truth--that there is no escape from the hard work of actually caring for and about each individual child--implicates how we think about children in uncomfortable ways.

[soulwillower]

rude boy [remastered] • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

hi i've decided to start off my remastered series with a reader fav :) hope yall like it! this one is much more dirty ig, so lmk if thats smth yall wannt more of.

requested: hii💕 could u do a richie smut where he kinda hates her and so does she…but the sex is good lol? i got inspired by rude boy by rihanna haha

+ @kennafild Ohhhh pleeeese, Rude Boy (Richie Tozier) 💖💖💖 it’s my favorite

warning: swearing, dirty talk, light choking, use of bitch + slut, semi-public sex, slight voyeur themes, unprotected hate sex, they are not fucking nice to each other, reader slaps richie and it awakens somethin in BOTH of them, unedited

[losers + reader are aged up to college, 20+ in this.]

remastered version: 2.8k.

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it's quiet as you wipe around the coffee machine, the orange light still on under the buzzing bright fluorescents. you make a note to yourself to turn it off when your manager leaves.

you sigh as the last customer walks out the front doors of the diner, a small receipt lingering where she'd sat for hours, making googly eyes across the bar counter, playing with the stupid straw of her shake. walking over, you don't even have to look at it to know there's a number scribbled on it with most likely a name, probably a heart. your stomach recoils in disgust, snatching up the paper and shoving it in the waistband of your skirt, figuring the trash was already taken out for the night.

your boss walks over to where you stand at the counter, wiping it off with a rag. “she's finally gone?” she asks and you nod, rolling your eyes. your manager chuckles with a shrug , "kid is a menace, but he sure brings in a lot of service."

it makes you huff; it gets on your nerves , but you know she's right. sadly, that menace is the very reason your tips are so high. she pulls a sweater over the uniform, sounding exhausted,  "right, well i’m gonna head out. can you and richie lock up?” she asks as you resist the urge to gag at the name of your coworker, but you nod nonetheless. “yeah, of course.”

she leaves a few minutes later and you pull at the collar of your stupid, synthetic retro diner uniform. it’s red and black and awfully cheesy.  employees are allowed to choose between a matching red skirt or black slacks - it’s an old school kitschy diner on the outskirts of derry that pays shitty. but a summer job is a summer job, and the tips weren’t awful so you can't really complain.

but the worst thing by far about working at the diner came in the form of a 6'2 nightmare with a sharp jawline and a serious nicotine addiction. richie fucking tozier.

he’s been a server here the longest and you were seen, to his chagrin, as the most responsible, so you two were trusted to close the diner together most nights. didn’t mean you got along though, not at all. he was loud, obnoxious, a slacker, and a scrawny, phony asshole. you’ve never liked him and he’s never liked you, and that's just the way it is. he is the worst part of every summer and winter break, and you can only be thankful that you never went to derry high. 

there were some pretty decent people on staff, thankfully. you liked your manager, and you like mike, who worked dish, and many of the servers were more than tolerable. but richie fucking tozier.

during shifts, richie always played music on the jukebox and serenaded loudly to every boy and girl who stepped foot in the diner as they sat at the counter and swooned. he barely did his work and got way too generous of tips - you know it’s solely because of his looks, because he is an awful server and an even worse human. but he has curly, fluffy dark hair, freckles, and a face sculpted by aphrodite. he always smelled like cologne and cigarettes, always had his shirt unbuttoned way lower than necessary, and walked with a stupid bounce in his step that some people saw as charm.

as you finish mopping up the dining area, you hear footsteps and your eyes catch richie’s beat up, lyric-scribbled red high tops. “richie! i just mopped there!” you yelp at him as you snap your head up to stare at him in anger. he just shrugs, “you missed a few spots anyways.” he says through a mouth full of chocolate milkshake.

you fight the urge to slap the glass out of his hand, “could you stack the chairs?” you ask him, trying to stay civil. last time you and richie locked up together, you'd argued so bad that he’d thrown a glass and shattered it. you’d both gotten in huge trouble.

“why can’t you?” he asks, his voice awfully teasing. you glare at him as you sit down, throwing the mop as it hits his chest. he catches it against him, the handle making a clacking noise when it hits the star of david chain on his bare chest. you scoff, why did he have to wear his uniform unbuttoned like that?

“fine, i’ll stack the chairs. you mop.” you grumble, getting up to lift the chairs. you hear a screeching noise but you refuse to look, knowing he’s sitting down and that would just fuel your fire. as you lean over one of the booths, something makes your head turn and you see richie just in time for him to snap his eyes away. your eyes widen - he was just checking you out. god damn these fucking skirts. “what are you looking at, tozier?” you spit venomously. as much as you don’t want to admit it, there was something really hot about the way he was staring.

“shut up.” he grumbles, getting up and locking the doors before walking back into the break room. once you finish out in the dining area, you walk towards the back to see him checking over the kitchen. “hey, did mike take out the trash before he clock-”

“yes, of course he did, y/n.” richie cuts you off. you cross your arms, “i’m just trying to get our job done! christ, richie, you make me so fucking mad.” you spit. he turns to look at you, his eyes bold and his cheeks splattered with pink and freckles. “i hate that i have to fucking deal with you. i should fire you.” he hisses, turning off the dishwasher and walking over to the front counter. you're hot on his heels.

“that's rich. you’re a fucking nightmare to work with! and you’re not my fucking boss!” you yell, glaring at him.  "well the chart begs to fucking differ.“ he spits, a chipped black fingernail pointing to where the employee chart lists your names, him being slightly higher than yours because of experience. you think briefly you might deck him in the face.  "we’re payed the same, you fucking bonehead!” you all but yell, stepping up to him. “and i do so much more work than you! all you do is flirt with everyone until they take pity on you and give you a tip.”

you expect him to scream back at you, but instead he looks extremely pissed while taking a step closer. “do you know how fucking jealous you sound right now, y/n?” he hisses. something makes you turn bright red in the face, but you scoff at the absurd accusation. “jealous? of who?” you all but yell, your arms flying up. it’s only now that you notice that he has you with your knees against the break table.

“of all the people i fuck.” he says, his voice calm but sinister and dangerous. you scoff again, “i hate you.” you say, leaning towards him. something about the way he looks makes you want to hit him as hard as you can but also shove him against the wall and make out with him. he chuckles as if something about what you said was funny, “i don’t hear you denying it, princess.”

you roll your eyes, turning to wipe the counter and hide your flushed face. "you're so immature. it's just not professional." 

he scoffs, converses crossing as he leans back against the dessert case, "professional? I've seen you light a cig on the burners in the back. I've seen you eat food off a customer's old plate!" he hisses, tossing the rag he was using on the floor. narrowing your eyes, you turn, "you do that shit too! everyone does." 

he rolls his doe eyes, shaking his head until something on you catches his eye. reaching quickly, he grabs the receipt from your waistband, your reaction too slow as he lifts it high above your heads, far out of reach. "richie," you protest, annoyed. maybe flustered. 

his smile is bright and teasing, "what's this, y/n?" he murmurs, reading it as he holds it up to the light. you brush hair from your face, flustered as he raises a brow, "is this your-" he looks at you, "is this your number? you were going to give me your number?" he's astounded. you panic, "no, it's - it's from- its trash." you argue. he stares at you, disbelieving. "you have the hots for me or somethin' toots? that's so cute." he's smirking.  "you know that's not true." you hiss.

"listen, i know i csn be intimidating, but if you maybe just tried a smile, y-" but angrier than ever, you shove him back in aggravation before he can finish. he stumbles back from your force, hands falling back to steady himself. "FUCK," he yells, hand shooting back up to his lips. "y/n! why isn't the coffee machine off?" he yells. you blink, huffing, "I was going to turn it off, but someone decided to be a fucking pain in the ass!" you counter. 

"well what, were you just schlepping around out here while I was closing?!" he hisses. you want to scream, "you know what? you're a fucking asshole. you can close yourself." you smile, sickeningly sweet as you lay a sarcastic hand on his arm. patting it, you move to shove past him.

his fingers are tight as he stops you, wide, angry eyes staring you down. he pulls you eye level, leaning down to you. "you're not leaving me, sweetheart." he sneers. you glare, "you can't stop me. why don't you call your girlfriend for company?" you sneer back. ripping your arm away, you turn around and hear a mutter under his breath, "jealous bitch." 

without thinking, you turn around and smack his cheek so hard it echoes in the empty diner. it's quiet for a moment, his cheek bright red and blossoming. your hand stings.

"oy vey," he whispers, large hand holding his jaw before he smirks, shrugging it off. his tongue runs over his teeth and you bite your lower lip to hide your sudden arousal. he nods curtly, laughing gently to himself in disbelief. 

"well, that was actually kind of hot, princess." he mutters, and for some reason that’s it. the princess, that’s all it takes for you to smash your lips against his forcefully.

it’s a kiss that it so rough it’s almost violent; fueled by hatred and adrenaline and something akin to attraction. it happens so quick, you're almost dizzy. he’s pushing your hips harshly into the counter behind you so that you’re sitting up on it, him immediately stepping between your legs. your hands are on his neck and they thread into his hair as your teeth clash and noses hit each other. you hated him so fucking much.

his hands move up so he’s grabbing your bare thigh with one hand, metal cool against your heated flesh and digging in. the other hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him, causing your stomach to flutter with desire. you pull away and immediately attach your lips to the column of his neck, not wanting to have to look at his awful, handsome, heart-stopping face. 

he ruts up against you and you feel the outline of his cock, making you moan against his neck. his hand slides up and under the hem of your skirt, squeezing your hip as you suck a bruise into his throat hard, teeth biting his flesh. he pulls away from you quickly, looking at you with fury. his hand grasps your neck, taking you by surprise and coaxing a moan from your lips before kissing you again.

 it knocks the wind out of you with his force but you quickly recover, dragging your hands down his chest and tracing his bulge with your fingertips. he grunts as he pulls away and looks at you. his eyes bore in to you, his lips swollen.

"you want me so bad," he smirk, "that you'll let me fuck you right here in the diner? anybody could see." he whispers in your ear, fingers softly toying with your throbbing pussy through the your underwear. 

you’re gasping but you recover your breath and shoot him a glare. “well? are you gonna fuck me or are you just going to stare at me like a goddamn airhead?” you spit. he glares at you and pulls you up by your shoulders, spinning you and bending you by the waist so your face is pressed against the cool of the counter.

“oh yeah, this is much better.” he replies snarkily as he pulls your skirt up and grinds against your ass. "so pretty without your fucking attitude." you moan quietly and you hear him undoing his belt buckle. you’re aching and you can feel excitement bubbling in your stomach, wiggling your hips slightly in need.

what you don’t expect is a harsh smack to land on your ass, making you gasp in arousal. his hands squeeze your ass and you look back to see him pumping himself, sliding your panties down your legs. your eyes widen slightly, noticing how big he is, but you groan in impatience, “can you hurry up already?” you spit.

he glares at you and shakes his head . "you're fucking pathetic. just begging to be fucked in this skirt, aren't you?" 

through your ecstacy you hum, "pathetic?" you gasp, "cute coming from you, richie. you're basically dreaming about fucking me every day. don't think I don't see you look at me." his cheeks redden as you turn back to smirk at him. his hand snacks your ass forcefully, pulling another satisfying moan to fall from your mouth. "for such a dick, I'm surprised you could even get it up. good boy." you smirk. his face contorts, jaw clenching.

brows furrowed in anger, he thrusts in all at once, making you moan so loud it burns your throat; he fills you up perfectly and you drop your head to rest on the counter as he starts to thrust. 

he’s not forgiving; he fucks into you hard and deep and you have to bite your hand to keep from moaning his name in pleasure. you wouldn't be caught dead moaning his name . you’d never hear the end of it. his hands grip your hips so tightly you know there’ll be marks tomorrow and he’s muttering swear words quietly, adding to the wetness between your legs.

 he’s hitting the perfect spot inside you and one glance behind you shows his face just as contorted in pleasure as yours is. you hate to admit it, but he’s fucking hot and the expression is perfect on him.

he’s fucking you into the front counter, your sight falling to the diner windows across from you. he pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts you can’t help but whimper his name. you can hear his smirk in his voice, even when your eyes are clenched shut. “sorry, princess, I didn't hear that.”

you groan, half in pleasure and half because you hate how good he’s making you feel. “i fucking hate you s-so much, tozier.” you say, trying to stop your moans but failing miserably. his hips are snapping into yours and you clench around him, knowing you’re about to cum embarrassingly fast.

he hums at your words tauntingly, “say anything you want, slut. but i know it's been five minutes and you’re about to cum on my cock.” he mutters the words and you moan again, your toes curling in pleasure. he thrusts deeper into you and you let out a strangled scream as you hit your peak. your fingers grasp on the edge of the counter as richie plows through your high, chasing his own.

you start to whimper, feeling overly sensitive. he chuckles darkly, “so good. you’re fine.” he mutters, his hands squeezing your ass. he thrusts a few more times before his hips stutter and he finishes inside you with a low moan. his chest is pressed on your back and you can’t seem to catch your breath, feeling limp and extremely pleasured. your legs shake.

holy shit.

he pulls out of you, making you whimper at the sensation and he pulls up your panties, rubbing the seat of your clothed core with his thumb. the stimulation makes you jolt as he pulls your skirt down. you wait, not sure what to say, but richie doesn't waste one moment.

“fuck you.” he whispers in your ear and then he gets up, pulls his pants up, and walks towards the breakroom.

you stand up, to save the last bit of dignity you have, listening to him in the other room grab his keys and jacket, and leave eventually.

 you stand there with the now burned old coffee, breathing heavily, unsure what the fuck just happened but knowing you loved it way too much.

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I don’t think you understand how much I need auron and rookie cuddling😭😭

Just want to be in your arms.

After work, Rook was tired of everything. The need to just go home and be dead to the world for a quick power nap was growing stronger. But Auron asked if Rook wanted to go back to his place to just be in each others presence. Which they agreed to because it also had been a while since they've done something together. A new project had be given to Rook's department of the company and Rook was a main part of it. Auron didn't like giving a big project to them because it meant he couldn't spend a lot of time with the during and after work.

So once the project was fully done and over with Auron took the opportunity to finally be in Rook's presence. Without them needing to worry about deadlines and adding more information to the project. And now here they are, Rook sitting in Auron's lap trying to stay awake. The red head smiled at his partner, who was blinking their eyes a bit rapidly to stay awake and talk to him. But they were mumbling their words sleepily, which was really cute to Auron. Since he could see they really needed a nap or sleep as soon as possible Auron decided to tell them something.

"Don't worry dear, you can rest in my arms if you need too. I don't really have anything planed to do with you, once we get to my penthouse." Whispering as he moved some of Rook's hair that fallen on their face. Rook whose head was on his shoulder, smiled at him and nodded. God, Rook was so cute, that was a real problem for him.

"M'kay, I'm gonna rest in your arms for a bit....wake me when we get there okay?" Barley above a mumble Rook gave a reply. But before Auron could reply they passed out on his shoulder, even shifting their head to be more into his neck. A gentle smile slipped onto Auron's face as he held them close to him. He loved how comfortable they were laying on him, they looked so cute and their conditioner smelled really nice.

Time went by in that limo before both were in front of the penthouse. The Chauffeur quietly opening the door for Auron who slowly picked up Rook in his arms gently to not wake them. They really needed this bit of sleep for working so hard on the project. Then walked through the doors and in to the elevator, where he clicked the floor number. Guessing from the light music always playing in said elevator, it woke up Rook form their short nap.

"Why...didn't you wake...me?" Softly filled the elevator as Rook tried to open their eyes. Sadly, the bright light of the elevator made it hard for them, Auron noticed this and frowned a bit.

"You don't have to open your eyes, love. We're almost at the door, I'll lower the lights in the penthouse so it doesn't hurt your eyes." After those words Rook pouted a bit. It really wasn't a reply to their question, but their sleep deprived mind decided it was okay. A ding was heard indicating that the elevator ride was finished, which the doors opened. Auron began to walk to the door, opening it and turned the lights low.

"I'm going to bring me to my room. Okay?" Rook nodded as they started to get more sleepy from Auron's movements. Once in his Room he laid Rook on his bed and slowly took off things to make their sleep more comfortable for them. Then did the same for him as he took off his shoes Rook whined for him to hurry.

"I want my pillow back please." Chuckling was what they got as a response to their whining. As Auron slowly got back into bed Rook latched onto him, as if trying to get under his skin. When he finally stop moving Rook gave a satisfying sigh as they felt Auron wrap his arms around them. Auron brought them closer to him as he finally felt sleep take it's hold on him, he couldn't help but think about wanting to do this more.

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TTEOTM Creative Team: What else did they work on?

For those who are a bit underwhelmed by the summer drama options or still dreaming about TTEOTM! 😎

Kuk Kok Leung (Lead Director)

Kuk Kok Leung is a veteran director who started his career in Hong Kong's TVB. He's been nominated for the prestigious Magnolia Award and is known for wuxia and serious, warm-blooded historical dramas (he's adapted 7 out of 8 Jinyong novels). His works include...

Legend of the Condor Heroes (1983) as Assistant Director, with Felix Wong and Barbara Yung

The Duke of Mount Deer (1984), with Tony Leung & Andy Lau

Return of the Condor Heros (1983) with Andy Lau & Idy Chan

Legend of the Condor Heroes (2002) with Li Yapeng & Zhou Xun

Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils (2003), with Hu Jun, Jimmy Lin, and Liu Yifei

Water Margin (2011), nominated for Magnolia Award

Cool Sword (2013), with Julian Cheung & Wallace Chung

The Patriot Fei Yue (2013), with Huang Xiaoming & Ruby Lin

The Stand-In (2014), with Wallace Chung

The General and I (2016), with Wallace Chung and Angelababy

He's also a frequent collaborator and producer on Johnny To films, including Election, Election 2, Mad Detective.

So you get the picture. He makes TV for men who are ready to bleed for their country. This all makes him a really interesting choice for TTEOTM (and tells you a bit about the ambition and creative vision of the producers), especially since all his more recent idol dramas were widely panned.

Wang Haiqi, Director & Action Director

We don't know too much about Wang Haiqi because TTEOTM is actually his directorial debut. He started his career in stunts and has worked as the action coordinator on Ashes of Love (2018) and Immortality (unreleased) alongside Luo Yunxi. He was also a stunts man/double in a bunch of Hollywood films, including Mulan (2020) and the Foreigner (2017) through the Jacky Chan stunts team.

He's responsible for most of the action/battle scenes in TTEOTM, and his experience working on films probably explains why the fight sequences are unusually cinematic for TV.

Luan Hexin, Art Director

Luan Hexin is a Magnolia Award nominated art director best known for Huanyu productions, including Story of Yanxi Palace, Winter Begonia, and Royal Feast. He's a serious art guy, as you can tell from this interview.

(Note: Huanyu is Bai Lu's management company. There is a rumor that Luan Hexin is part of Bai Lu's "dowry", but the parties have since clarified that Luan was brought in after she was cast.)

He's also an interesting choice, having never worked on costume fantasies before and better known for his authentic representation of the look and feel of bygone eras.

Huang Wei, Costume Designer

Huang Wei is one of the most sought-after costume designers working today, especially for xianxias. She started her career as a Vogue China editor and was in fact the person responsible for TTEOTM's Dunhuang-inspired aesthetics.

Her better known works include A Dream of Splendor (2022), One and Only (2020), Love O2O (2015), Back from the Brink (2023) as well as a bunch of highly anticipated dramas like Immortality and The Last Immortal. (The joke on Chinese internet is that there is an "expensive" vs. "cheap" version of Huang Wei costumes - her design can be much simpler on lower-budget productions.)

I'd like to think that after designing 40 mostly white costumes for Luo Yunxi in Immortality, she decided to go nuts on color with Tantai Jin.

Tsang Ming Fai, Makeup Designer

Tsang Ming Fai is a big name in the xianxia circuit. He and his team of “students" have worked on a large number of costume dramas, including Ashes of Love (2018), Love & Redemption (2020), Under the Power (2019), Noble Aspirations (2016), Sword of Legends (2014), as well as the... wait for it... unreleased Immortality and Luo Yunxi's currently filming drama Follow Your Heart.

He's sadly been receiving a lot of hate in fan circles over the heavy makeup in TTEOTM (which may or may not have been his call). What I do appreciate is his ability to help actors craft distinct characters with varied hair and makeup choices. For example you can distinguish between different Luo Yunxi characters and their personalities with Runyu's clean cut tie-back half ponytail (ethereal & straight laced), Tantai Jin's slightly brown hair, messy bangs and heavy eye shadow (dark & sickly), Chu Wanning's angular eyebrows and geometric hair puff (strict & proud).

He also excels at creating unusual, iconic looks even for side characters, e.g. Chen Yao's dark lipstick paired with gothic jewelry in Immortality and Chen Duling's retro updo in TTEOTM.

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To Wet to Focus

A self indulgent fic about Jack Bauer being way to horny at work and rubbing one out in his office. Please note: this has a Trans Jack Bauer.

Summary: Jack Bauer is a man of control. He prides himself on being able to tend to things and his work, solve cases and other things in a day. But sometimes he wishes he wasn't at work, and he knew when he woke up that morning with an ache between his legs it was going to be a long..long day.

Jack tries his best to rub one out in his office.

Warnings: Pure Smut. AFAB/Female genitalia, some fem genital words. Descriptive story, and of AFAB genitals masturbating. Public/Work masturbation. (Not been beta read) 18+

Jack Bauer could easily pride himself on all of his self control. He felt he could call himself the epidemy of any other man in his field of work, with some slightly higher praises and expectations. He was extramly proud of how far in life he'd come given all the hands he was delt, and how hard it was for him to deal with it all.

The easier part of working at the CTU was ensuring he was just, one of the guys. Easy enough, no one knew or expected much of anything from him, the harder part of it was trying to keep up his.....everything else.

The sleep schedule, work life vs home life balance that was practically nonexistent, having all of his needs met and tended to was also strongly hard(he could count the number of times one one hand, how he forgot to eat, even go use to bathroom due to work pile ups).

It never felt good, forgetting to eat or getting enough sleep made anyone feel bad but there was somthing worse.

Forgetting to take his meds.

Jack had been on testosterone shots for, a very very long time now, started them years ago to better ensure and help him be himself. And oh God did it come at a coast.

They're expensive sadly, and he always felt embarrassed from the pharmacy when he picked them up still, and having them covered by work insurance made his heart race and jump out of his chest when first asked about it.

Eveyone knew he took them to some degree, it was more of a joke on him hitting an extramly early male menopose due to the work environment, but he was able to brush it away and say he was just born with a hormonal issue and such

It's easy to lie but he hated it. He didn't like lying, it made him feel sick as well as other things did.

Something that also made him feel sick was his mind, swimming with the worst thoughts ever. Thoughts he had since waking up, hell they started as dreams really.

It started off with him having a great time enjoying himself someplace and getting off with a real dick. One he could rub his hands over and feel as it grew and throbbed in his hands, one that was aching to be touched as he began to wither and moan under his own hands in his hazy perfect dream he was so rudly awaken by his alarm.

He snuggled up to his beloved wife Teri giving her a whimpering whine as he rubbed against her in a exhusted dreamy haze still. "Jaaack~" She giggled at her very needy husband. "Not right now, you have work handsome..." Always the morning bird that woman was....

"Pleaaaase..." He begged gently swinging a leg over her to rub aginst her, a more than noticeable soken wet patch in his boxers getting her a bit excited to.

"Fine~ come here my needy boy~" What started with him humping her leg like he was some common mutt, quickly turned into his second alarm going off. Telling him he HAD to get going otherwise he'd be late. He HAD to go shower and leave for work frustrated.

Teri was fine, she was home today, and could easily tend to herself with any of the many toys they had....Jack? He'd whine his way to the showers and wash up. Feeling that aching tension in his lower region trying desperately to get off in the shower but still he couldn't cum.

After his dialy routine of packing, and getting ready he happily took the small bullet vibratory from Teri, "For an emergency Jack~" god he wished he came right there because he felt like he could, especially with having kissed her so sweetly before leaving.

He got stuck in traffic, making him thirty minutes late. He had a mountain of paperwork at his desk, worked right through lunch, and was now so agitated and horny he wanted to scream. He kept snapping at people, he absoutly pummeled a guy in interrogation by mistake, and now had his leg bouncing as he tried to focus on paperwork.

Throughout the day he'd keep adjusting himself too. He realized he probably seemed off today, but truth be told, he would have humped the bathroom sink if he was able to get away with that's how horny he was.

As he let out a very frustrated groan in the late afternoon air, giving a death glare to his paperwork instead of doing it, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise. Tony dropped by with a once in a blue moon peace offering to cool Jack's nerves. Coffee. It at least served as a distraction before he left him to it.

A short teasing banter between them, with Tony asking if Teri left him too hot and bothered that morning before sending him off to work. "Stuck with some blue balls huh?" He asked as he handed the coffee to Jack who snapped back with a growl of frustration on to get the hell out of his office.

Jack couldn't help but want Tony to bend him over the desk and fuck him six ways though. His mind kept doing that today. Everyone who talked to him practicly had him dripping more and more, he was scared he'd have a wet patch in his pants come lunch. Thank god for dark navy colors.

Jack was stuck at work now however. Forced to text his wife saying he'd be late home becuse he HAD to finish the last fifty pages of paperwork at his desk.

It wasn't the worst thing, but it was to him. His hot need distracting him like it did earlier today.

It's been a root of all his problems today. First this morning when he couldn't cum on Teri, then when he tried so despratly to hold the pleasant little vibrator between his thighs on the way to work only to get more wet and having to turn it off quickly. Trying(and failing multiple times) to rub one out in a feverish haze in a bathroom stall today. He had a meeting he wanted, he begged to skip becuse he wanted to have alone time.

He didn't tell anyone that, just said he wasn't feeling well. Which sparked talk in the CTU building.

"Jack Bauer? The killing machine? Sick!?" He'd explain its a bad migraine, which just earned him recommendations and a migraine pill, which helped...with the very real headache that was forming from stress and agitation.

This was all hours and hours ago, it was far to late now, and he did have a wet patch on his pants now. A sizable one to, the size roughly of a golf ball, and oh god it was making him feel extra pleasuring waves like he'd been feeling off and on allllll day.

He was so wet. Everytime he went to piss today he was just soken wet. He made his packer slick and even tried to quickly rub one out in the stall a few times. His fingers would imidiatly get coated in his manly slick as he played with himself for a bit before stopping and rushing back to work.

He was being dirty. He was being so bad, Teri would kill him....and his coworkers would hate him.

He didn't care about that right now though. He was alone. It was 10pm and everyone had left about this time.

Jack had his legs kicked up on the desk, only a few pages left to do as he had his pants around his knees. Biting his hand as he used the too strong bullet vibrator on his swollen hard t-dick. Soft whines and muffled groans came from deep within his chest, as he snaked his bitten hand down to reach for his soft packer. It wasn't very big, or that much, but the way he needed something in him, now was killing him slowly.

The way his legs shook the second he pushed it inside of himself. How he was withering beneath his own hands again just like in his dream. He felt that burning hot sensation he'd felt countless times throughout the day, this time it was accompanied with a pleasant coil tightening itself inside of him.

"Oh god-" He was louder now, he was getting louder by the passing second. Huffing and moaning, as the squelching sound of his wet folds tightened around his packer while he hurried to make rushed needed circles and pushed on his clit with his vibe.

The burning sensation that flooded his abdomen, as his legs stiffened and gently shook. His toes trying to curl in his dress shoes, as he slightly kicked at his desk huffing shaky breaths out as he involuntarily shook and bent to the will that was a desprate need to cum.

"O-Oh god, oh god, Oh God!!! Fuuck! Please, please, please-" Begging filled the room as he picked up pace. Making quick circles with his vibrator, desprate to cum from the wonderful device that was leaving him in tears and numb feeling as he fucked himself on his packer.

The power of the vibrator was slowing, but he was to far gone to really care. He kept trying harder and harder to cum. Right as he felt he could begin to topple over the edge, it died. Right as he was about to go over the edge...it up and died on him. A pathetic whine and plead of frustration left him, as out of pure anger and frustration he yelled, throwing the damn thing across the office as he fell back flat into his chair. It bounced around a little bit, and he's pretty sure he broke it, but all he could do was let out a sob of sexural frustration.

He felt like a horny teenager. Pants at his anckles, chair damp with his slick, hand and packer drenched and glistening in the soft light of his office, all while he had one thought on his mind. "I need to cum right now-" Warm tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he breathed out shaken breaths feeling his whole body jitter and shake.

The still quiet air being broken by his shaky panting breaths, and the softest echoing sound of a gentle ocassional drip! Hitting the floor that was his slick falling onto the tiles beneath him.

Eveything felt too much and not enough at that moment as he softly cried warm tears of frustration. He didn't cry much anymore, he never really cried much to begin with, but a lot less now. He also wasn't ever this horny, this desprate and needy anymore. He felt like a whing bitch in heat, god he wanted to beg for some dick right about now...

He could also just....finish the last what, eight pages of work and go home? Let Teri play with him all night until he's crying from it all. He loved it when she did that, when she would take care of him all night like he did her.

It made him feel so loved.

But he couldn't, not right now, he couldn't think properly either. Thoughts coming in lose lines of hazyness, a fuzzy feeling as he gathered what remains of his thoughts he had to try so hard, to fuck himself.

Trading hands to more properly rail himself on his own dick, he took immense pleasure in how it felt. The wet sounds filling the air as did his shuttering, shakey moans as he kept pumping into himself at a rapid, near feral pace. A sharp, "Ah!" Came from him when he pulled it out, only to make a mess on the floor and chair under him. His wet slick dripping more and more as he began to squirt at his desk. The watery slick cum falling onto the floor with a sound akin to pouring water onto tiles.

Not much but enough to let him know he needed some paper towels from the bathroom before he left for home...or use all the tissues in the box.

But for now all he was, was a man so needy and horny. Though he couldn't help but tease himself either on his packer. Having it tease his folds now and again, rubbing it aginst himself and over his clit as his eyes closed. He could feel his face burning up in a heat of pleasure as much as his lowers were burning.

It wasn't enough for him however. He slouched further into the chair legs going higher and higher as he kept trying harder and harder to make himself cum before he had to stop. All the sloshes and sharp whines ceasted to exist as he simply stopped.

He was hurting. Not just from fucking himself so hard, but from that aching feeling, it felt unbearable. (And from fucking himself to hard with his soft packer, combined with laying wrong in the chair)

He felt like he was in pain. His whole body on fire with the worst heat being from his still aching vag, and with both hands slick with just some tissues to use to clean up, he took the chance to try, try everything in his power to just. Calm. Down.

To very little avail. Sure his hands got less wet, he half-assed cleaned up his very wet floor, and tossed them away, but he couldn't put his packer back in his pants. He still needed something to fill his aching needy hole.

So now, here he was legs shakily back up on his desk, as he got a little excited to began to fingering himself.

Jack took up biting his dress shirt as he teased his hot wet folds. The heat coming off of him could kept anyone warm, and he could hydrate all of LA from how wet he was. He kept feeling down there, gently teasing as he dripped his middle finger into himself shuddering at the cooler feeling of it as he whined out in pleasure.

It didnt take long as he added a second, then finally pushed three fingers inside of himself, his walls hot and slick as he moved them into and out of himself. His mind going blank and numb again as pleasure took over every sence he had, soft muffled sounds filling the air as he closed his eyes. Totally succumbing to the feeling he had.

His fingers stayed straight for a while, as he teasingly pulled at his clit, his too swollen little dick was begging for attention again as each tug and gentle touch sent electric waves of pleasure all through his body, making him jerk a few times. His fingers pushed harder and deeper inside of him, his palm rubbing against himself and his trimmed bush as he kept trying to find his extra sweet spot.

Which didn't take much longer. The rough texture familer to his fingers as he pushed aginst his walls, making a 'Come Heather' motion, as he shook with pleasure. His shirt falling from his mouth as he moaned out not careing if anyone was even at the office he just wanted to cum.

His coil inside his abdomen tightened with each tug and thrust, each soft whimpering moan brought him closer and closer to orgasum as his vocals grew, so did his urge to cum.

The way he dug his fingers deeper inside of him, shaking when he felt himself rub and scrape against his G-Spot inside while gently squeezing his small cock. He kept moaning, whing, the wet sounds and squelshes as he fingered himself drove himself wild. He could hear the wetness growing as the sounds filled the air. The burning feeling made him wither as he cried out more. Moaning loudly as he felt the knot inside him growing, tightening as his movements became more hated, rushed. The walls felt like he was burning, and the spot he kept rubbing against felt extra rough now.

Finally, when he broke the coil, feeling it snap inside of him like a worn out rubber band, he couldn't help but go silent. Body shaking as he felt contractions go haywire inside. He clamped down on his fingers unable to even move them. His mind going blank as a page as he mindlessly rubbed himself harder to ride out his much needed organism, before letting out a screaming moan, crying out into the night air as he rode out his high.

Back arching in his chair as he shook throwing his head back weeping tears of joyous pleasure as he came so hard he forgot where he was. Vision white as his ears rang, feeling his chest heave while he let out silent moans(even if they were loud he was temporarily deaf from pleasure) soft colorful stars splotches clouded his vision as he slowly regained his senses.

Tears streaming down his face, body shaking as he whimpered in his chair, hand drenched in slick, as his clit still throbbed making his whole pussy feel sore like he'd gone for 8 rounds on a to big dildo. He felt heavenly, and sticky.

Time seemed to finally catch up with him. It was 12am...he felt...amazing truthfully. He's sure Teri would be worried about him, but he was just..so...God damn horny. He hoped she'd forgive him as he tried to regain all sence of...well everything and what remained of his discarded dignity.

Jack slowly, gently pulled his fingers out of himself, the ringing in his ears slowed so he could hear the wet squelches and pop as he exited himself. His eyes felt heavy with need for sleep, and his body felt sore all over like he'd gotten his ass kicked.

He laid his head back in his chair, shakily lowering his legs with a soft thud onto the ground as his shoes echoed on the floor. It made him wonder if you could hear the dripping hit the floor..probably.

While catching his breath, eyes closed for just a moment he unfortunately found himself fast asleep. His head was spinning with exhaustion as he promised hinself he'd close them for just a few minutes only to ultiamently succumb to sleep looking like a mess one might add.

Hair messy, as he had one hand over the side of the chair as the other on his stomach. A clear view of his bush and happy tail on show for anyone to see. Legs still pushed apart, spread out, showing off his still dripping wet, shaky vag as he slept with his mouth agape gently snoring.

Now if you asked him, he'd say it was all some vivid wet dream, within another vivid wet dream. Becuse when he awake he was at home, horny, wet as ever, and once again cuddling up to Teri who scolding him playfully about how horny he was.

If you asked Teri, she'd just give you a look.

...if you asked Tony what he heard that late night at the CTU office building, he'd say "Nothing." If you asked him what he saw, he'd say, "Jack doing paperwork...." but really he had the pleasure of stumbling on his friend, sprawled out in their chair, fast asleep and well....Tony didn't want Jack to be seen like that at work, so he just took him home, pretend he didn't hear his moans all though the night, or cries of pleasure, or the fact he saw him with his pants literly down.

Or...that he saw what Jack really had to offer. It at least explained a few very very minor small things, namely why he was acting the way he was today. Tony mentally wanted to make a period joke, then realized Jack really did have a case of blue balls- but it was more of a, "I'm so wet I'm gonna murder people" than blue balls.

"He fell asleep from work Teri," He'd lie to his wife as he carried a still passed out Jack into his own home, "You know how he is..." and it's ture, he did fall asleep from work. He worked very hard today just like he did any other day..

He did fall asleep from working to hard...

Among other things.