#*& | carlisle x carl

[xetlynn]

Masterlist

You can request things on here or message me privately if you’d like to be anonymous just let me know:) this is to keep me organized. So feel free! Thank you.

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!Twilight!

A&J

!The Hunger Games!

Peeta Mellark x reader

!Until Dawn!

Josh Washington x reader

!OTHER!

(Actors, YouTubers, and characters)

[it-happened-once-in-a-meme]

You after Edward saved you from, I don't know, the danger of schools where students drive cars: Wow, you saved me.

Edward, desperately trying to give you hints: The way Carl McNyle saved Al..ysha from uhm... Emm..miette's pet bat in The Sparkling Woods Tale? *Proceeds to tell a story that has way too much in common with your own story but isn't*

Fast forward to:

You, after the safety checkup in the hospital: *passes by someone with the name tag "Dr. Carlisle Cullen*

Carlisle to one of his colleagues: No, no, Edward's doing fine. By the way, my other son Emmett told me this fascinating story-

You: *Le realization* Edward, you little shit. Where are you hiding the secret forrest with pet bats, and what does it have to do with you being able to read minds?

if i wrote twilight there'd be a kid in edward's class who Zones The Fuck Out and daydreams about a story they want to write, and edward would just tune in to watch like a tv show when he's bored in class and he gets genuinely invested and eventually he's like "i know EXACTLY how they can fix this plot hole that's bothering them but how can i tell them that when they don't KNOW i'm their first beta reader"

[specialagentlokitty]

Carlisle x reader - the peace of you

Hello, could I request your 2024 prompt number 3 with Carlisle X fem Reader? Maybe the reader is immortal and has lost her family/friends/lover and had been suffering with loneliness and abuse until she met Carlisle and his family? Because he's a vamp and he knows what it's like to outlive people? And Edward can hear how happy she is around his adoptive dad - Anon 💜

3: “He/she/they carry more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. He/she/they walked through hell a thousand times.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in his/her’s/their eyes is when he/she/they saw you.”

Sitting in your shop, you rested your feet on the chair opposite you, flicking through some of the books you had delivered while a few people wondered the shop.

The door went, and the bell sounded.

“Afternoon.” You called.

“Hey, have you seen Edward?”

You glanced up at the teenager unimpressed, a straight looking on your face.

“I’m not his keeper, I don’t keep track of all the vampires in the area Bella. If you can’t find your boyfriend that’s not my issue.”

She furrowed her brows a little.

“Seriously? You always know where people are.”

“I’m a bounty hunter, I know where people are when they’ve got a bounty, Edward doesn’t, so, if you’re not here to buy something go away.”

“Just tell me.”

You narrowed your eyes at her and she shuffled back a little, making her way towards the doors before she left.

You didn’t like humans, but you had to live among them, and you especially didn’t like her.

So ready to just throw away her human life, everything she had just for a boy she met.

It annoyed you.

A few seconds later and the bell went again, and you grumbled.

“I already told you I don’t know where he is.”

“Well, that would be good to know except I’ve already found the person I was looking for.”

You set your book down and stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of it as the other vampire walked around.

He smiled softly at you and you gave a tiny one back.

“What can I do for you Carlisle? You’re not my usual clientele.”

“No, I’m not here about a bounty, I was wondering if you had any of these.”

He handed you a list and you looked through, nodding to yourself.

“Yeah, I’ve got them. Do you want me to bring them to yours?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you so much.”

You smiled at him, setting the list on your desk and you glanced at him before turning away.

“Yeah, I’ll be around later that’s no problem. How is everything?”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“Honestly? It’s all over the place, but I can’t do anything about it, he loves her, we need to protect that.”

“Even if it means putting yourself in danger?”

“Everybody has someone, Bella is the someone Edward has, it’s important we protect that.”

You gave a small shrug.

“Maybe, but maybe it isn’t worth it.”

“I know you don’t fully agree with the way we do things, but I am really grateful for everything you do to help.”

“Don’t worry about it, you should go, I’ll sort these.”

Carlisle nodded, glancing at you one last time before he left.

The moment you came into town he was smitten with you, but he was finding it hard to grow close to you.

You kept everybody at arms length, you made it clear that you were by yourself, you did things your way with your own rules, and there wasn’t much they could do about it.

You didn’t hunt on their grounds, you ran your shop just outside their territory, but sometimes if they came to you for help you would help.

You were like a box of mysteries, just then he think he has you figured out there’s something new there that surprises him.

Later that night you turned up at their house with the box of books, and you carried it upstairs, setting it down on the counter and began to take them out.

You were talking to Rosalie and Alice about them, explaining what they were about and what was in them, and Carlisle stood across the room watching you.

“Why not ask her on a date?” Emmett asked.

Carlisle shook his head.

“I could never do that.”

“Yes you could, and you deserve it.” Edward said.

“She isn’t exactly the most social person, there is just no way she would agree, I think I would rather try be friends.”

Edward glanced at his adoptive father before looking at you.

You glanced at Carlisle, and all the noise Edward heard in your head just seemed to stop, then when you looked away it picked up again.

“She carry’s more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. She walked through hell a thousand times.”

Carlisle turned to Edward, his back towards you.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Edward smiled a little, gesturing to you with his head.

“Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in her eyes is when she saw you.”

Carlisle turned back around to face you, and the moment you connected eyes with him you smiled.

“I think it’s worth a chance.”

With that, Edward left, and Carlisle walked over to help you, all the others quickly leaving.

“You seem to enjoy being around them.” He said.

“It’s nice knowing you guys get the whole immortality thing, and I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not.”

“I understand that, it does get exhausting after a while.”

You nodded your head, resting your arms on the counter.

“At least when you’re human you know everything stops when you die, as a vampire you still have to live with all that pain from your human life and more. You have to do it alone.”

“You don’t have to.”

You turned to him, furrowing your brows a little.

“You can still find people, have a family, friends to support you.”

You scoffed a little.

“Nobody wants to be around a vampire who’s bounty hunter.”

Carlisle smiled softly, turning fully to face you.

“I do.”

You stood back up, looking at him utterly confused.

“I want to be around you, I would like to be with you. You’ve spent so long by yourself that you’ve forgetting life still has beautiful moments, even for a vampire, I want you to see that it still does. I want to see you smile (Y/N).”

“Carlisle…”

“If you don’t want that then it’s okay, I hope we can stay as friends but the offer is there, just a drink, that’s all. Nothing more unless that is what you want.”

You stared at him, and he could see the little spark in your eyes that was there when you saw him.

Usually you held a cold and callous look, but when you looked at him it was with nothing but pure softness, fondness.

“You don’t have to be alone..” he whispered.

“People will talk.”

Carlisle reached out, taking your hand in his.

“Then let them, I want you around, I know everybody else here wants you around as well.”

You smiled, looking away.

“I haven’t been for a drink in a while, I cant even remember what I like.”

He chuckled.

“Well, I have plenty of options for you to chose from.”

He raised your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles before he let go.

“Take some time, think about it.”

“I will.”

You left a few moments later, his offer still running around in your head.

A life as a vampire wasn’t easy, and you thought there was nothing else too it, but you couldn’t lie when you said the world was definitely better when you were around Carlisle.

You didn’t have to think too much about his offer, you were going to accept, but you didn’t want to come across as too eager so you decided to wait before agreeing, and at least it would find you time to find something to wear.

Carlisle didn’t need Edward to tell him that you would agree to his offer, he could see it on your face, the pure happiness you had when he had asked.

He had a good feeling you would agree, and he couldn’t wait for you to tell him so he could see you again, because there was nothing in this world quite like you

[morrigan-reads]

Some Freely Available Arthurian Content

in my ongoing endeavour to dive down the rabbit hole that is arthuriana, i've been in pursuit of as much free and easy to access stuff as i can find. (shoutout to @fuckyeaharthuriana's big list, which has made this way easier!)

i haven't necessarily seen links to everything i have managed to put hands on, so i'm going to link a few things here in case they're helpful to anyone else. (plus then i can come back to this post in a few weeks when i've forgotten which things i've already tracked down, i have gone to download jaufry three times in the past month, before realising i already grabbed it. this should help, but probably not.)

Free to Download:

Geraint filius Erbin: [x] no idea the pedigree of this translation, but i think this is the one.

Tristan (Gottfried von Strassburg): Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x] an older prose rendering, but check below for a more modern one.

Jaufre: [x] this has sweet gustave dore art (hence my trying to download it so often.)

Vulgate Cycle: [x] an abridged version of the lancelot, grail, and morte. an unabridged translation of the grail quest is here: [x] unabridged morte below.

La Pulzella Gaia: Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x] a fan translation. very readable tho.

Cantare di Astore e Morgana: [x] another fan translation.

Eachtra an mhadra mhaoi/Eachtra Mhacaoimh-an-iolair: [x] some irish stories!

Layamon's Brut: Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x] Part 3: [x] an older translation, but most of the widely available translations though more modern are only the arthurian portion.

Open Library:

so, these aren't free to download, but if you make a free archive.org account you can check them out digitally for an hour. just be sure not to read this thread on reddit, because it'll tell you how to break the DRM and download them permanently.

there's a tonne more stuff on there, and you can check it out for free! just like a library. i'm a fan. here are just a few bits and pieces.

Erec/Iwein (Hartmann von Aue): [x]

Tristan (Gottfried von Strassburg): [x] includes fragments of the tristan of thomas of england.

Lanzelet: [x]

Vulgate Morte: [x]

Lancelot do Lac: [x] an abridged translation of the non-cyclic lancelot.

Prose Tristan: [x] an abridged translation.

Diu Crône: [x] my fave, not gonna lie.

The Knightly Tales of Sir Gawain: [x] this is a collection of gawain stories (my beloved ladies' knight.) contains the carl of carlisle, the adventures at tarn wadling, golagros and gawain, the avowing of arthur, and dame ragnell - plus some more!

Bonus: Le Morte d'Arthur: Norton Critical: [x] Armstrong: [x] Lumiansky: [x] i know everyone knows how and where to read some version of malory. but these three are my personal faves. the norton critical is, by my understanding, the standard edition of the text. the armstrong and lumiansky are modern english versions, but translations unlike the retellings of most people. i have the lumiansky in print (because it was, like, ten dollars second-hand) and i quite enjoy it, and the dorsey armstrong is also very good (i haven't actually read it cover to cover yet, but i have enjoyed all i have read of it!)

i will come back and add anything new and interesting i find links to! currently trying to find a clearnet link to some dissertations that i have institutional access to through my uni that contain translations, and i'm actually working on some translations of my own that i plan on releasing for free somewhere eventually.

[onebadwinter]

Timeline of Events: Helmut

Howard Stark and other scientists embarrass and get Heinrich Zemo removed from their 'super secret club'. Claiming that Heinrich's inventions are ''problematic''.

Heinrich becomes Leader of Hydra and marries Hilda. Heinrich continues to invent and work in human experimentation's.

His face is deformed and forever hidden by a mask that has his Adhesive X. (Howard Stark however always had a way to remove it, and decided NOT do to so, and let Heinrich suffer this)

Heinrich starts to become more and more abusive and lose his sanity over time because of the mask forever stuck to his face.

They later have Helmut, who Heinrich possibly also experimented on both in the womb and during infancy.

Helmut and Hilda are often subjected to abuse from Heinrich due to his declining mental state and propensity for often having slips of sanity. Hilda would often get between her husband and their young son to prevent Helmut being the main target.

Heinrich takes a still very young Helmut to his labs and forced the young boy to watch as he tortured and experimented on other humans.

Hilda later abandoned her husband and son, promising Helmut to return. She later finds someone in the US that takes her up on the mission to retrieve Helmut. Helmut however becomes the prime subject of Heinrich's abuse in this time, and tells his son that Hilda has abandoned him, and will never come back for him to add to the abuse.

Some years later Helmut is severely injured and nearly is killed when the US finally try and pull of the mission to retrieve him and destroy the building him and his father are in at the time. Hilda is then later captured by Heinrich, who later kills her by causing a mysterious car accident that is ruled as such.

Helmut is then, as throughout the rest of his childhood, often abandoned by his father for long periods of time as the other visits other Hydra bases and is later nearly killed in Africa when Helmut is graduating high school.

Helmut is in Sokovia when the bombings happen, he tries to help other civilian's caught up in the mayhem that follows. Offering monetary and other such help to those most effected by the damage done. Before later completing his training in the military, aiming to become a better aid to his country that way.

He later meets a Baroness of Sokovia named Heike, later marrying her and having their son Hyrum, which they nickname 'Carl' after his middle name Carlisle. The pair move into a luxurious home in Sokovia, instead of returning to his native home, a castle in Germany. Their the pair live a rather average existence in a country that's full of turmoil, both working to try and make the country better, but are often met with difficult from the political and governmental figures of the country itself.

Later on when he is in his later thirties, his father has taken up residents nearby, out in the countryside, as he is suffering from debilitating illnesses now. Tony Stark and Bruce Banner create Ultron, against the wishes of others, and well...Ultron later destroys his country and kills his entire family. You know, just a minor incident. Nothing unjust about it. lol.

Anyway, Helmut did the same as he had years prior, during the bombings from Stark's Missiles. He also later reburies his own family at their funerals, but he's taken a major sanity slip because of all this trauma. As he had grown up idolizing Captain America, and passed this onto his son, who proffered Iron Man, instead. Helmut had ignored the signs before, thinking them flukes or perhaps coincidental. But the collateral damage left in the wake of The Avengers, and the disregard of those who advised Tony Stark to not build Ultron was the straw the broke the camels back.

Helmut laid out a grand plan, both to tear down The Avenger's 'empire' by turning them against one another. The other, to infiltrate RAFT.

[alexegan]

Interview / Video / Audio: http://offtherecord.net/phonica-friends-family-mix-series-13alex-egan/ Tracklist: 01. The FLK – We Know Where The Time Goes (Part 1) (Excerpt) [Utter] 02. Cheb Runner – 3097.7 km / 3097.7كم [Oddball Fantasies] 03. Cass. & Niklas Wandt – Schicht um Schicht [Candomblé] 04. DJ Plead – RT3 [Boomkat Editions] 05. Golden Axe – Yaatra [Arma] 06. Zazou / Bikaye / CY 1 – Ey! Yaye [Crammed Discs] 07. Carcass Identity – Things To Forget [Phase Group] 08. Black Merlin – Scape One [Artificial Dance] 09. Waak Waak Djungi – Mother I’m Going [Efficient Space] 10. Luis – Timmy Chalamet [AD 93] 11. Boards Of Canada – In A Beautiful Place Out In The Country [Warp] 12. CiM – Cable Car [Delsin] 13. DMX Krew – Archimedes [Expanding Vision] 14. Internal/External – Trespass [Kode] 15. Single Gun Theory – Open The Skies (Extended Remix) [Nettwerk] 16. Uni Son – Untitled For Now [We Play House] 17. Le Petit – Niente [Maga Circe Musica] 18. Frank Rodas – Ritual (Forthcoming on Utter) 19. J.S.Zeiter – B2 [Expanding Vision] 20. Delia Gonzalez & Gavin Russom – Relevee (Carl Craig Remix) [DFA] 21. Anatolian Weapons – Acid Research 63 [Byrd Out] 22. Rolando Simmons – Yes It’s That Pluzz [Analogical Force] 23. Submersible Machines – When  Whales Fall [Lunar Disko] 24. Tin Man – Jack It Acid [Acid Test] 25. Akasa – One Night In My Life (Nectar Mix) [WEA] 26. Skatebård – The Bells Of Mist [Balsa Wood] 27. Experimental Products – Glowing In The Dark [Vinyl-On-Demand] 28. Amor Fati – Stanton Carlisle [Forthcoming on Deep Cover #7]* 29. Sepehr – Servants Taunt [Squirrels On Film] 30. Mr. Fingers – Inner Acid (Aleksi Perälä Remix) [Alleviated Records] 31. Biochip – Bremerton [WéMè Records] 32. Alden Tyrell – Shift Cycle [Dub Recordings] 33. Mike Ash – Robotik [Ozone Recordings] 34. Mathew Jonson – Ultraviolet Dream [M_nus] 35. Paradise 3001 – Sunspots (Solenoid Version) [Sound Metaphors] 36. Nathan Fake – Outhouse (Fluffy Mix) [Border Community] 37. Bochum Welt – Radiopropulsive [Rephlex] 38. MNLTH – Meadow [Organic Analogue Records] 39. Misha Sultan – Kaleidoscope [DIG] 40. Hans Berg – A Floor Of Stars [Klasse Wrecks] 41. Böhm – Single Scene [Dolly] 42. Quad – Spires ‘n’ Towers [Casting Shadows] 43. DMX Krew – Orange Cat Milk [Under The Radar] 44. Furyon – Trance Exploder (Trance Out Mix) [Stroom] 45. Vein Melter – When You Feel It (Remix) [La Bella Di Notte] 46. Priori Presents RED – The Hammer [Garmo] 47. A∞x – Ceramic City [Nduja] 48. Modern Art – Hello/Goodbye [Domestica] 49. Steffi Grafs Innere Ruhe – Gute Freizeit [The News Cycle] 50. Krampfhaft – Meanwhile At The Old Warehouse [030303] 51. Black Point – Forest Lore [Out To Lunch] 52. Poly Chain – Cobalt [Die Orakel] 53. Vangelis – Tears In Rain [Audio Fidelity] 54. DJ Lostboi – Little Prince [Self-Released] 55. Piero Piccioni – It Means Love [Dirty] 56. Chris & Cosey – Melancholia [Conspiracy International] 57. Brian Eno – Final Sunset [E.G. Records] 58. Acoustic High-End Research – Nature Ensemble [Running Back] 59. Coil – Strange Birds [Dais] 60. Sandra Cross – The MMs Bar Recordings [Trunk]

[zmxchs]

I hope this is ok to ask for! Basically it's your first time with Carlisle! (Can be human or new vampire I don't mind!) It is your first time with everything even kissing, hickeys, org*sm etc. You are super nervous and Carlisle is the consent king. Hes super gentle and walks you through everything. Can add things like pinning against the wall 😉

First Time

Pairing: SoftDom!Carlisle x Inexperience!Reader

Warnings: virgin reader, soft sex fingering, praising, etc

Request: Yes. ^^Above in ask^^ @lillybearblog

Note**Has been re-written bc there has been claims that i copied another blog even though i did not**

You and Carlisle have been seeing each other for a little while now, you were inexperienced in everything when it came to a intimate relationship.

Yes, you have had one or two relationships now and then but none that got that far.

You were layed on Carlisle chest just basking in the quietness of the house. All of Carlisle's adopted children were out doing their own things, which doesnt happen often.

"Carlisle" you say breaking the silence. He hums in response.

"I think I am ready." You say looking up to him. He looks at you eye brow raised.

"Are you sure doll?" he asked slightly concerned, yet held a wanting for it as well. He couldn't deny that he thinks about intimate moments with you quite often. He always wants to ravish you, but he always stops himself, never wanted to make you feel uncomfrotable.

You sit up, sliding onto his lap, leading Carlisle to have to stiffle a groan. You were always able to turn him on, without even meaning it. With a slightly confident face nodding you head "Yes I'm sure."

Your gaze switches between his pretty brown eyes and his plush pink lips, the sudden need to taste again was surprising more intense in the situation. Carlisle, who always seems to know anything thats going on your mind, tilts your head up before and closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss.

You tasted like grapefruit and white wine. He tasted like blood and lemon. To taste that when it came to you two tasted amazing.

You feel like your head is spinning, your whole body stiffening from above, of course this kiss was different than the others you shared. All of a sudden your mind catches up with you and the thought of inexperience flooding your mind and so you quickly pull away from his soft touch, even though it's the last thing you wanted too do.

Kissing him was always something you loved but this time it also made you nervous

Carlisle seems concerned, looking up at you with his eyebrows slightly curved, questioning if your intents have changed, just by reading your actions. Of course if they had changed he would not contine, but would have to go take a cold shower.

"Im nervous Carl." You whimber out

"Shh, darling. It's okay.I promise. Im here to help you through everything" he says again running his thumb over your cheek until the fear in your slowly goes away.

You nod your head telling him he can contuine.

He flips you over gently so he is hovering over you. He tilts you head again for better access before he slowly closes the gap between your lips, kissing you just as gently as before, waiting for you to catch up on his movements.

You rest your on the bed not knowing were to put them while he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer, making you melt in his arms.

You soon realize how to move your lips against his to avoid clashing teeth and the kiss grow a bit hungrier. You find yourseld pressing yourself against his frame more prominently, begging for more stimulation.

He breaks the kiss and then he buries his face in the crook of your neck, leading kisses down your burning skin probaly leaving brusies. The new sensation making you body shiver and smalls moans leaving your mouth.

"Look at you, darling. So eager for my touch," he murmurs, before he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting you gently, making you whine out his name his fangs in you making the pleasure so much more intense, which only turns him more.

He keeps peppering your skin with kisses and nibbles, turning you into a puddle in his arms, your head tilted back to allow him more access as your fingers tug on his dark hair, spurring him on.

You feel the heavy warmth of arousal pool in your panties, filling your mind with the same want that's been tormenting you for a while, the need to let him have your way with you.

"Baby, please," you whimper arching your back into him, making him let out a soft grunt.

You can feel his erection rub against your thigh, a sign that he wants you, needs you, just as much as you need him.

"What do you want, baby?" He murmurs against the shell of your ear before sucking a soft mark right underneath it, forcing you to hold back a whine.

"Y-you. I want you, Carl," you let out, cupping both of his cheeks to bring his lips to yours, the taste of him on your tongue getting way too addictive.

He grunts against you, your actions surprising him, but he soon catches up with you, his hand running to the back of your thigh so he can hike it up, wrapping it around his waist, allowing him access to your dripping core. He immediately starts rocking his hips against yours, making you break the kiss with a moan as your head falls against his shoulder.

"Does it feel good, darling?" He asks and all you're able to do is nod, the delicious friction of his clothed cock against your sensitive clit turning you into a hot mess.

"Schatz please" you whine softly, grasping on his shoulders, bunching up his white shirt in your hands as if that could save you.

"Please what darling" he groans out

"M-more," you whisper, knowing that even though this feels amazing, it's not enough to make you cum.

He dreamed so much of having you like this, his to ruin, his to break and now he has you and it's better than he ever anticipated. He didn't know it would be so easy to get you so cock-drunk even before the real thing happened but here he is, with you on the palm of his hand, begging him for more. And that's exactly what he's about to give you.

"What exactly do you want, darling?" He asks, pulling your head from his shoulder gently to force you to look at him.

Your pupils are blown out, your lower lip puffy from how hard you've been biting on it, your body fluttering with every roll of his cock against your tender pussy, the sight alone making him groan out your name, his cock twitching in his pants.

"I- I want- f-fingers," you sigh out in defeat, sinking your nails into his back as you buckle your hips into his.

"Anything for you, my good girl," he murmurs, planting a kiss to your temple before he lets your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder again.

You whine at the small praise, delighted to be called his, which makes Carlisle smile softly as he sucks another mark to your exposed shoulder.

He slowly runs his fingers over your side and down over your tummy to the hem of your cute pink panties, tugging on the waistband and letting it hit your skin, making you whimper.

You're so fucking wet that he fails to suppress the groan that leaves him as he runs his digits over your slippery folds, making your breath hitch in your throat, your lower belly clenching.

"Baby, please," you whine and he tuts at you, pressing a kiss to the mark he left on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, baby," he mumbles, sliding his fingers between your folds, making you gasp.

He spreads your slick all the way to your puffy clit, pressing two fingers against it and he starts drawing lazy circles that make your eyes roll back into your skull as a whimper of his name leaves your lips. You struggle to to keep your legs spread wide on the bed, you were already sinking into the bed.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, picking up a bit quicker pace that turns your body into mush.

You moan, nodding your head softly as you claw on his shoulders, the knot in your abdomen slowly tightening as a promise of an orgasm that sends shivers of excitement through your entire body.

"I- I- Carl," you whine, slowly rolling your hips against him to chase the building pleasure, making him chuckle.

His sweet girl is all cock drunk on already

"What, darling? Are you gonna cum?" He asks, quickening his movements, making your head fall back, your lips parting in bliss as you still cling to him for dear life.

"In-inside. I wanna- wanna feel y-you," you manage to put together, your voice breathy and high as your body trembles with pleasure.

He slides his fingers from your swollen clit to your wet hole, not hesitating a second before he pushes one finger inside. He curls it against your warm walls, while he keeps rolling your clit underneath his thumb. His fingers are so much thicker than yours, making you already feel full as your pussy clenches on him.

"Fuck," He breaths out, panting at how much he's trying to stop himself from rubbing his cock against your thigh but you're so freaking soft and warm and tight, making him painfully hard.

Arching your back as he strokes especially good spot inside of you, making you moan. He groans, attaching his lips to the crook of your neck to add more marks to those that already paint your skin. You whimper, thrusting your hips against his hand, making him grunt.

He slips another finger inside of you, stretching you out, making you whine, your pussy griping him, eliciting a curse from his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbles as he starts thrusting his digits in and out of you, making your thighs tremble, your toes curling as the pleasure in your lower belly growing, ready to burst.

“I- I’m close, schatz” you whisper, arching your back into him as he keeps abusing that sweet spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

“Cum for me, darling” He asks, his heavy hot breath dancing over your collarbone and you nod with a hum, sinking your fingers into his soft hair.

All it takes are a few more strokes and you’re coming on his fingers, your pussy clamping down on him as you ride out your high, head leaned back and lips parted as you chant his name. He watches you with adoration.

He only stops once you whimper in over-sensitivity, pushing his hand away softly and so he takes his fingers out of you before bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, all while keeping an eye contact with you, your eyes widening at his actions.

“So sweet, baby,” he hums in appreciation, giving you a bright smile before leaning closer to kiss you softly.

You’re still on cloud nine. You reciprocate the kiss gently, still clinging to him for support even as he leads himself out of you sore and used cunt.

[rckflg]

CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett 

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher 

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich 

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

[perturbedsaviorarchive-blog]

secured starter for @demisio

standing on the short step ladder, carlisle hung up up a few pictures around a flyer for the football tryouts. she heard someone approach and looked down, noting the unfamiliar male, quickly returning her gaze to the task. “if you’re looking for enid, i’m not her.” she murmured and stepped down, grabbing another photo out of the small box, “she’s in class right now, room 307. you can catch her between classes if you go now.” 

[st4rship]

Can i get uhhhhh Carlisle X new daughter reader

The family is out hunting and he takes her to the fair to bond w her

She's like,, 14-16, being the youngest and newest member of the cullens,, as of 2020 lmfao

Can carls like. Play a buncha games w the reader and even win her a giant stuffed shark? Idk i just think itd be cUte lmfao

Thanks!!

YES OMG, I love this and I hope I did justice to this request. Also idk if you wanted this as headcanons or as one shot but I did it as hc. Hope you like it. 💕

Carlisle bonding in a fair with a young! daughter! cullen! reader headcanons.

You have been part of the cullens for some time now.

And you loved them with your whole heart.

They received you with open arms in their coven and family.

You were the youngest and all of them did their best to understand things like your more actual slang and stuff.

They all took their time to bond with you and you took your time to bond with them.

One day, you were in your room using your phone when your dad knocked in the door.

You told him to come in and he told you if you wanted to go with him to the fair.

BOI WHERE YOU EXCITED WHEN HE ASK YOU TO GO.

You obviously say yes.

When you arrived, the first thing you wanted to do was play one of those games that have the water guns.

Carlisle and you ended up making a bet of who could win more games.

You two were tied but Carlisle won when he win a giant stuffed shark for you.

Vampires didn't have fangs like in movies unless they had it as human.

And you have them as human so sometimes he will call you sharkie.

[generactionx]

SHEP PETTIBONE: Into The Groove [A PB 'Best Of Shep Pettibone' Mega-Mastermix] x DJ BILL COLEMAN by Peace Bisquit The https://ift.tt/3nExXsc : Into The Groove [A Peace Bisquit 'Best Of’ Mega-Mastermix] x DJ BILL COLEMAN Compiled and researched with love by DJ Bill Coleman Celebrating one of our favorite Producer / Remixers to ever do it. Here's our massive Shep Pettibone 'Best Of' Mastermix. over 6 Hours of Shep! Hits, faves and deep cuts we love that chronicles a beyond legendary catalogue of work. Mostly the Club or 12" mixes. I've worked on this on and off for about a year as a pet project. Let's call it my 2020 thesis. We know it doesn't have everything! Don't @ us. LOL! xoxoxox **THE SHEP LIST**: > Love Will Never Do (Without You)[acapella] - Janet Jackson Hard Day - George Michael Strange Relationship - Prince I Don’t Want Your Love [Dub Mix] - Duran Duran Something About You - Level 42 Keep It Together - Madonna West End Girls - Pet Shop Boys Heart of Glass - Blondie Ghostbusters [Dub Buster] - Run-D.M.C. I Wonder If I Take You Home(w/ Full Force) - Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam The Pleasure Principle [Long Vocal Mix] - Janet Jackson Touch Me (All Night Long)[Touch This Mix] - Cathy Dennis In The Name Of Love ’88 Remix - Thompson Twins Trouble - Nia Peebles Knocked Out - Paula Abdul Miss You Much [Shep’s House Mix] - Janet Jackson Vogue - Madonna Ooh I Love It (Love Break) - The Salsoul Orchestra Love Sensation - Loleatta Holloway Dance Out of My Head - Pia Zadora > I Like You - Phyllis Nelson Bizarre Love Triangle - New Order Behind The Wheel - Depeche Mode You Came - Kim Wilde Deeper and Deeper - Madonna Escapade - Janet Jackson This Is The Right Time - Lisa Stansfield Summer of Love - The B-52s Never Can Say Goodbye - The Communards I Don't Wanna Go On With You Like That - Elton John Bye Bye Mon Cowboy - Mitsou Break My Heart (Dub Mix) - Shakespeare's Sister I Owe You Nothing - Bros. Don’t Wanna Fall In Love - Jane Child So Emotional - Whitney Houston Into The Groove - Madonna Crash Goes Love - Loleatta Holloway Alright - Janet Jackson > Hot Thing - Prince One Night in Bangkok - Robey Show Me The Way - Skyy Be Mine Tonight - The Jammers Heaven Is A Place On Earth - Belinda Carlisle Bad Boy - Gloria Estefan Jazzy Sensation - Afrika Bambaataa & The Jazzy 5 I Was Born This Way - Carl Bean Express Yourself (Non-Stop Express Mix) - Madonna K.I.S.S.I.N.G. - Siedah Garrett Divine Emotion - Narada Michael Walden I Like It Like That - Inner Life Goldmine - The Pointer Sisters Rumors - Timex Social Club Get Over - Nick Scotti > Gonna Get Over You - France Joli Come Let Me Love You - Jeanette “Lady” Day Dyin’ To Be Dancin’ - Empress Searching To Find The One - Unlimited Touch You’re The One for Me - D Train Body Music - The Strikers Beat The Street - Sharon Redd Keep On Jumpin’ - Musique **Hats off to the stellar mix engineers, editors and guest musicians who collaborated on these releases! A true foundation for so much of what we still hear today in dance music of all styles including house, breakbeat, ballroom, freestyle and hip-house. Class is in session. - Mix Engineer: Angelo "Pepe" Skordos for Peace Bisquit *Into The Groove [A PB 'Best Of' Shep Pettibone Mastermix] Continuous DJ Mix: > SC: https://ift.tt/35obmqt > Podomatic: https://ift.tt/3xfObuP > Mix: https://ift.tt/3FGc4il *Official available audio - unmixed: > https://ift.tt/35oWVCu > https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLNBQenti5B4DpnNHYuF3ICOezDw9ITozV

[fictionalcharactermbti]

Hi!!! Do u know any intp x infj pairings in media?

Just like the other ask, I like to include all kinds of relationships for these. They can be enemies, romantic, friends, co-workers, family, etc.

1. Milo James Thatch [INTP] x Princess Kida [INFJ] from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

2. Callum [INTP] x Viren [INFJ] from The Dragon Prince

3. Harley Quinn [INFJ] x Poison Ivy [INTP] from DC

4. Charlie Brown [INTP] x Linus [INFJ] from The Peanuts

5. Professor Frink [INTP] x Lisa Simpson [INFJ] from The Simpsons

6. Sigmund Freud [INTP] x Carl Jung [INFJ] from A Dangerous Method]

7. Morpheus [INFJ] x Neo [INTP] from The Matrix

8. Carlisle Cullen [INTP] x Alice Cullen [INFJ] from Twilight

9. The Merlin [INTP] x Morgaine [INFJ] from The Mists of Avalon

10. Rosalind Walker [INTP] x Sabina Spellman [INFJ] from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

11. Steven Crain [INTP] x Theodora Crain [INFJ] from Netflix’s The Haunting on Hill House

12. Dr. Victor Frankenstein [INTP] x Vanessa Ives [INFJ] from Penny Dreadful

[ratedbangtann]

Picture Perfect || KTH

As a plus size model, you're used to your fair share of ignorance and shaming. By now, it's water off a duck's back; you're a strong woman, hardened to it. But then there were those on the other end of the scale, who simply adored you and your body. Much like photographer, Kim Taehyung...

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Plus Size Reader (but please feel free to enjoy if you aren’t!) Word count: 7.8k Warnings: Fatphobia, derogatory terms, rude assholes, shy Tae (at first), slight manipulation (but opportunity to back out), taeconda, oral sex (m receiving), light spanking, BBW fetishizing, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

A/N: Welcome to another plus size reader fic! If you don’t consider yourself to be plus size, don’t worry - feel free to enjoy it anyway! 

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“You’re joking, right?” the ignorant voice of the photographer bellowed through the studio. You stood with your arms folded over your chest, pissed off at the vile and sleazy guy in front of you. Your agent beside you positively seething too. She had got you this gig, and the brand owners were more than happy to have you involved. And yet this prick…

“Problem, Mr. Carter?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. This is a lingerie shoot,” he said, incredulous as if his point were obvious.

“Yes, it is,” she stated, clearly impatient.

“I’m not photographing… her in lingerie,” he looked toward you in disgust, nose scrunched and forehead creasing all the way up to his non-existent hairline.

“Got a problem with me, have you?” you piped up. Already today you had had your hair and make-up done, and you were in your first set under your bathrobe ready for the shoot. And now, this asshole was refusing to photograph you as if it were his shoot?

“Yeah, as a matter of fact. Don’t particularly wanna see some fat chick in a thong.”

Oh, how your blood boiled.

“Mr. Carter, is something the matter?” A gentleman you recognised to be the lingerie company’s co-CEO wandered over, with his business partner in tow. From what you could gather, they were a married couple; Cynthia designed the lines whilst Carlisle handled the business. They were a great team, and rapidly becoming some of the biggest names in the lingerie business.

“Sir, I’m sorry but I’m not photographing this. You must have a more attractive model…”

You’d dealt with pricks like this through your entire career; assholes who wrinkled their nose in disgust at your curves, your beautiful jiggly bits, your stretch marks, cellulite… You’d had to deal with being photoshopped to within an inch of your life and cut out of group shots completely. You’d been turned down for editorial spreads and commercials alike since day one. You’d grown a thick skin to it but it still pissed you off when someone was just as rude to you as this dickhead.

You loved your body, were proud of it. Sure, you were plus size. You weren’t skinny and slim or even simply just “thicc” but you were beautiful, and you’d made quite the name for yourself in the modelling world.

“I don’t see anything unattractive about Ms. _____,” Carlisle looked you up and down, turning back to Mr. Carter; Robert, you thought you heard someone say.

“I’m not photographing a fat girl!” he almost yelled, his fragile masculinity in tatters confronted by three women and a very in-tune and open minded man. You half expected him to stomp his foot like a child having a tantrum.

“Well then we’ll just have to find somebody who will, won’t we?” Carlisle smiled a sickly sweet smile at Robert. The kind that could rot your teeth.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his face turning red with rage.

“You’re fired, Mr. Carter. I suggest an attitude adjustment if you’d ever like to work in this town again,” Carlisle remained calm, gesturing to the door. The livid little man stormed out of the room, grabbing his kit along the way and slamming the door to the studio behind him, the few members of staff scattered around watching on in silence. “I’m so sorry about him. Ms. _____,” he turned to you, apologetic smile on his handsome face.

“That’s quite alright, he’s not my first ignorant asshole,” you smiled back.

“Shit, where the hell are we going to find a photographer at such short notice? _____ is already made up, we only rented the studio for the day and we could-“ Cynthia was panicking, rambling with her hands flinging about through the air as she paced back and forth.

“Honey, honey, relax… Let me make some calls. I know this guy, an old friend of mine. I’m sure he’s in town. Give me ten minutes,” he steadied her movements with his large hand on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she took a deep breath. How cute.

Carlisle left the room, phone pressed to his ear as he tried to get hold of whoever he knew. Cynthia turned to you, then.

“I really am sorry for that guy… If I’d have known he was like that I wouldn’t have hired him,” she scratched the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry about it, Cynthia, I’ve had a lot worse. Right, Mia?” Your agent beside you nodded with an unsatisfactory grimace on her face, recalling the amount of times she’d had to find you other shoots after being cast aside.

“90 percent the male specimen, of course,” she grumbled. Ah, Mia; her opinions were nothing if not colourful. Cynthia chuckled though, nodding in understanding.

“Well we’re honoured to have you model for us, ____. The new line is inclusive of all sizes and shapes, some to accentuate parts of the body whilst others to help discourage insecurities. We could think of no one better to showcase our hard work,” she smiled so brightly, genuinely excited to have you on board.

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure! The sets are stunning, I’ve been a fan of your brand for a long time now.” The three of you stood chatting away for a little while, now with nothing to do until a photographer could be found.

“Honey, he’s on his way,” Carlisle stepped into the room with a smirk on his face. “I told you I could handle it.”

“And this is why I married you,” she laughs, pecking his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Oh, how sweet… If only you had the time to find yourself a kind and affectionate man like that. Alas, your career didn’t allow time for much of a social life.

“He’s the other side of town so it could still be a little while, but what do you say we get some drinks from the Starbucks across the street and some lunch in the meantime?” Carlisle suggested. Well, that was one way to kill some time…

*****

“Ah, Taehyung! How are you, man?” Carlisle’s voice was loud and boisterous as he chewed on his muffin, standing up to greet whoever had just walked into the studio. You turned to look, but Carlisle was a tall and broad man, covering most of the photographer’s frame.

“Doing well, Carl, how are you?” He sounded excited, like he was happy to see his friend once again.

“Yeah, pretty good! Have you met the wife yet?”

“Can’t say I have…”

“Ah, you must. Come on over… Cynthia!” he called to her, her head perking up from the table and chairs you were sat at covered in Starbucks wrappers. “Taehyung, this is my wonderful wife and designer of all our products; Cynthia Blake.”

Carlisle had shown the young photographer over to your table, now standing at the head and looking down at Cynthia, who stood up to shake Taehyung’s hand. He seemed a relatively shy looking man, camera bag slung over his back, black beret in place on his head. His hair curled out from underneath it in wild tendrils, framing his golden face.

He looked more like he’d be interested in artistic photography of scenery and still-life objects, judging by his clothing. Wide-leg cream pants, a black plain t-shirt and a brown suede waistcoat didn’t quite scream fashion photography, but you’d learned not to judge someone so soon in your years in modelling.

“Kim Taehyung, miss. Pleased to meet you, finally. Carlisle has told me a lot about you,” he bowed his head as he shook her hand. And then he was being introduced to Mia and yourself.

“…and this is ____, our model for the day,” Cynthia proudly showed you off to him, still sat in your bathrobe with full hair and make-up.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you could see his face so much clearer. Those beautiful big round eyes, that’s you could now see were slightly different in shape; one double lid, one mono-lid. His jawline that curved delicately and sharpened at his chin, 5 o’clock shadow evident. The freckles that landed on the end of his nose and in the waterline of his eyes; gentle little beauty marks…

You hadn’t noticed his eyes widen. It was almost like recognition, like he knew you from a past life. But he kept his composure and mumbled a shy hello, quieter than when he’d greeted Cynthia.

“Hi, Taehyung was it?” you shook his hand, noting the long fingers adorned in many rings and just how soft his palm was in yours. You tried to shake the feeling of attraction that was bubbling away inside you but it was difficult; you weren’t sure you had ever seen a man so devastatingly handsome.

“Y-yeah… pleasure to meet you. You look… stunning,” he chuckled nervously and turned back to Carlisle. “I’ll just need a few minutes to set up and we can get started.”

“Yeah, take your time, Tae,” he grinned, showing him over to the backdrops and light fixtures.

“He likes you,” Mia nudged your side, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up, he’s just shy…”

“______, he basically undressed you with his eyes! You saw it too, right Cynthia?” she turned for backup. Cynthia sat back down with a smile on her face.

“Oh, I saw it.”

“How professional of you both,” you teased, shaking your head with laughter. “I’m going to ask make up to do a touch up. I think lunch may have ruined my lips.”

Ignoring their little jeers and smug comments, you headed off to the little room to the left, filled with the garments you would be modelling throughout the day and a little dresser for the make-up artist to work her magic on you.

*****

“Alright, _____ if I could have you sat on the stool in the middle there… perfect. Cynthia, what are we achieving with this set?” Taehyung asked, wanting to know how he should ask you to convey the white lingerie with pretty white fluffy parts dangling from various places.

“Innocence and purity. The set itself is called ‘purity’, so something like that?” she gave her directions, and you worked your magic.

Now that you had taken off your robe and were parading around in the flattering white set, you felt your confidence sky-rocketing as it always did during a shoot. Nothing made you feel more powerful than having all eyes on you; especially in some of the prettiest and most body-friendly lingerie you had ever seen.

“Beautiful,” Taehyung commented, crouching down to get the perfect shots and play around with the lighting a little. Cynthia and Carlisle stood to the side, watching each photo pop up on the laptop set up. “It’s nice to work with a professional, you seem to need very little direction,” he complimented.

“She’s been in this game long enough,” Mia answered for you, you staying completely composed as he snapped away, flash dazzling.

“If you could just stand up for me, we’ll get rid of the stool there to get a few more shots of the lingerie itself.” Taehyung fiddled with some settings on his camera, while a staff member removed the stool from the shot. “Fantastic, if you could face the camera for a few, and then turn, we’ll get every angle.”

It was amazing, really; Taehyung staying as professional as composed as he was. Because Mia and Cynthia had been right. He was into you, very much so. The second he saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful creature on God’s green earth. Watching you pose so innocently and with absolute picturesque tranquillity in the most beautiful underwear he could imagine was affecting him more than the artist inside him would like to admit.

He’d done hundreds of shoots over the years, including nude and lingerie shoots and never, ever had he had such a problem focussing as he did today. But then, none of those shoots were of you.

“Tae, I think that’s plenty for Purity. _____, would you mind getting changed again for me, love? The deep green set will look beautiful with your skin tone, I suggest that one next,” Cynthia called to you.

“Ah, Evergreen?” you asked.

“That’s the one!” she clapped excitedly, filled with utter glee seeing her collection finally being tried out on a model. It was all becoming real for her; her second line of lingerie would be hitting the shelves very soon.

You headed back into the little room to change, Evergreen being a little more revealing and sultrier than Purity had been. The bra was a stunning forest green lace with almost a half-corset attached – fantastic support and helped to smooth out insecurities in the back. The briefs were high waisted and made in the same lace, with suspender clips dangling from them. And of course, to match; a stunning set of black suspenders, heels and a mesh black robe to go over the top. Modest, but not modest enough.

When you walked back out, Taehyung audibly gasped. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blood travelling south. He averted his gaze, willing himself to calm down. Mia giggled to herself; aw, bless him, she thought.

“I knew it would look beautiful against your skin tone!” Cynthia clapped.

“Um, okay… can we have the stool back please, backdrop change, the ivy to drape over the back. _____, if you wouldn’t mind heading back over to the set and taking a seat,” Taehyung didn’t properly look up at you, giving you general directions and pretending to fiddle with his camera. And now you started to see it…

He was nervous.

The staff draped the ivy artistically over the backdrop, letting it hang down behind you to fit in with the evergreen vibe. You sat back down, getting into a slightly different position than before.

“What kind of look are we going for this time, Cyn?” you asked. This wasn’t going to be another innocent look.

“Um, more like a wood nymph, at one with nature, a little temptress perhaps?” she asked, whilst a hair stylist faffed with fitting little daisies into your hair.

Again, you did as instructed; dark, sultry eyes stared into the camera, as if tempting a human into the forest. You looked absolutely delectable, and it was causing huge issues for poor Taehyung. Well, one particularly huge issue. Thankfully for him, the way he crouched to take your photo hid it well. But it made life so much more difficult.

Mentally, he was cursing himself. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d worked with hundreds of models. Why were you the only one he’d ever…

In fact, for the rest of the shoot, the poor guy struggled. Each new set of lingerie posed new challenges, showing off your gorgeous body in new and different ways with different expressions and stories to accompany each one.

“Beautiful, truly! Wow. These photos will look stunning on the website!” Cynthia was positively beaming by the end. “That’s a wrap!”

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief as he knelt down to start taking his camera apart, slotting the bits and pieces into each compartment of his bag. You simply stepped off the set, heading over to the laptop to flick through the photos.

Mia, however, was being her devious self. She had seen the photos, knew they were stunning. But she had also seen Taehyung’s reactions to each set, each pose. She knew about his big problem, and found it oh, so amusing to meddle.

“Taehyung, may I have a moment of your time?” she asked him, standing over him with a large smile on her face. Taehyung swallowed hard and nodded, standing upright to follow her over to the table at the back of the room where you’d earlier been sat drinking your Starbucks.

“I wondered if I may ask what kind of work you usually do? I know this was a favour for a friend of ours, but what is your style?” she asked him, pulling a chair for him to sit opposite her.

“Usually editorial fashion shoots, a lot of scenery and travel in my spare time though,” he smiled sweetly, a little more comfortable now that he no longer had his problem nor did he have to focus on you and your beautiful curves, the stunning lingerie, thinking of what he would do given the chance…

No, Tae. You’re drifting again. Focus, he told himself.

“I see, it’s just… _____ has been looking for just the right photographer to do some nude shots. Tasteful of course, we’re not talking playboy but…”

Tae’s blood ran cold. The flush in his cheeks must have drained, skin paling at the thought. Mia was still talking, but he could barely listen.

“I mean she’s been wanting to focus on a body positivity campaign for a while, but she hasn’t quite figured out who to trust to photograph her in just the right way, do you know what I mean?”

Tae cleared his throat, bringing himself back down to reality. “Uh yeah, sure…”

“Your shots today were stunning and I’m sure she agrees. I was thinking perhaps you could give those photos a go? You can be as artistic or as simple as you like with them, but I trust your judgement. Googled you to check out your other work too. Impressive, truly.” Mia was rambling on, but Tae could hardly take in a word of what she was saying.

“Th-thank you…” he mumbled, forcing a smile.

“So... are you interested?” she asked, “we can draw up a contract quite easily, _____ is very easy to work with.”

“S-sure… Yeah, okay. Sounds great,” he agreed, all whilst his head was screaming at him for being a moron. If he couldn’t control his damn hard on today, how on earth would he cope with full nudity? You were utterly bewitching. This couldn’t end well, surely?

“Fantastic! I’ve got some calls to make, would you mind letting her know you’re up for it?” she asked, pulling her phone from her back pocket and already standing up and sauntering out of the door to make her calls in the hall. Tae didn’t have a chance to object.

So instead, he got up to find you. You were no longer working your way through the photos, and the majority of the set had been cleared away. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Carlisle, where did _____ go?” he asked the couple who were packing things into cases.

“Oh, she’s in the back room, probably packing her things away, changing. Do you need something?” he asked.

“Her agent said she wanted another shoot with me, I just wanted a word about it,” he nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“Oh, well just go knock, honey. I’m sure she’d be happy to chat,” Cynthia smiled motioning toward the door you’d walked through only moments ago. With that, she slung a satchel over her shoulder and picked up a case of props and set pieces. “We’re off, we have so much to do. Really thought, Taehyung, thank you so, so much for helping out today.”

“Yeah, thanks man. Such short notice too, you really did us a favour. The photos are beautiful. I’ll drop your cheque over to wherever you’re staying, just text me the address. I’m sorry we can’t hang out this evening. You free Thursday?” Carlisle was busy picking up cases and trunks and bags to leave with as he spoke, but Tae knew just how genuine he was about meeting.

“Yeah, Thursday evening would be great, perhaps dinner if you’re both available?” he smiled sweetly.

“Absolutely, we’ll be in touch! Thanks so much, Tae! Bloody life saver,” Carlisle patted his back, scurrying out of the studio along with his wife and the rest of the staff that were left behind.

For a moment, Tae stood in the silence, letting himself breathe deep. He was readying himself to talk to you, to approach you after he’d spent nearly four hours photographing you in skimpy and gorgeous outfits. Christ, how was he ever going to do a nude photoshoot for you?

Professionalism. That’s all it took.

He sauntered over to the door you were hidden behind and knocked perhaps a little heavier than intended. He heard something clatter inside and a quiet “shit” as if you’d dropped something.

“Yep, come in!” you called when you’d picked the rail up. Thankfully you’d already packed the lingerie into a small case on the floor – freebies from Cynthia as extra payment – so it was just the empty rail that had tipped. The door clicked open and shut again and you turned, expecting to see Mia.

“Oh, sorry… I assumed you were dressed. I’ll come back,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded so shocked to see you still in the lingerie set from the last photos; a pretty deep purple set; high waisted purple mesh thong with white daisies dotted all over and a pretty bralette with surprising support to match. Cynthia had called it Asters, a type of purple daisy to combine the two elements together.

“Wait, it’s fine. I mean, I’ve been wearing… not much else all afternoon,” you chuckled, unashamed. Tae couldn’t really argue with that. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no, just… well your agent was talking to me, about a shoot you wanted to do. She said I should ask you about it?” he averted his gaze but stayed in the doorway. You were a little too close for his own comfort; the room you were in was no bigger than an average closet, and the dressing table took up most of it, let alone the rail.

“Oh, she did?” you asked, taking a seat on the stool in front of the table. “What shoot?”

He really couldn’t look you in the eye, let alone anywhere else. If his problem arose again, there was no way of hiding it. He did his best to direct his through process to professionalism once again.

“Yeah, some kind of artsy nude shoot, for a body positivity campaign?”

You watched in amusement as he looked everywhere in the tiny room other than at you. This is exactly what Mia had been talking about earlier. Halfway through the shoot, she’d handed you a bottle of water and told you to watch him; he couldn’t look you in the eye. He really was attracted to you. How cute.

The more you looked, the more you had noticed it. He blushed at the slightest eye contact, willing himself to calm the hell down with some deep breaths. And each time sent a tiny little thrill through you, so you played up to you, practically ‘making love to the camera’ as the old industry professionals used to say.

“Oh, that? Hmm, yeah. I don’t know about that anymore…” you lied. You knew exactly what you were doing, leading the horse to water but… would he drink?

“Oh… She said you were really excited about it, I just thought-“

“Yeah I don’t think people would like it. No one wants to see me naked,” you scoffed. Another lie. You had a huge online following who would love the positivity it spread, congratulate you on it, call you a queen and a goddess.

“I-I’m sure that’s not true,” he stuttered, eyes flicking up to meet yours just for a second. He blushed again and you had to do your very best not to giggle.

“I guess I just don’t feel too sexy, lately. Despite this,” you gestured to your attire, his gaze following your hand. Honestly, like a moth to a flame…

He realised what he’d done as his gaze reached your ample thighs and quickly readjusted his view, back up to a very interesting spot on the wall above your head.

“Well, um… I’m sorry you feel like that, you really are sexy,” he mumbled. Bingo.

“Do you think so?” you asked innocently, feigning disbelief.

“Y-yeah… I mean, your photos today came out really, um… beautiful.”

“Well, you’re just a good photographer,” you laughed softly, watching him so carefully.

“Photographers are only as good as their subjects, Miss _____,” he smiled at you then, sweet and unmenacing. This guy was too pure for his own good, surely. “Truthfully, you’re a beautiful woman. You had so much confidence on set today, I had no idea you weren’t feeling it…”

You smiled down at your hands in your lap, purposefully twiddling them before placing your palms flat on your thighs, rubbing them up and down slowly. His eyes followed them, his jaw hanging open just a little as he lost himself in thought.

Thoughts of how soft your thighs might feel under his touch, how goosebumps might raise at the feeling of his rings on the warm flesh. Thoughts of how soft and supple you would feel, how pretty and puffy you might be between them…

“D-do you think I should do the campaign?” you interrupted his train of thought.

“Definitely,” he said with such conviction. He hadn’t meant to; not really. But… here he was. And he stood his ground.

“And you’d be okay with that?” you asked, innocently.

“Of course, I’m interested in making art.” He tried to sound firm, confident but the little quiver of his bottom lip gave him away.

“Making art… with me?” Oh, you were really pushing him now. Was that a hint of seduction he heard in your tone? Or was he imagining things?

“S-sure…” he wavered. “I’d be honoured.” Why did he say that?! He mentally cursed himself.

“Honoured?” you giggled to yourself, “that’s sweet. I’m sure you’re quite the artist.” He shrugged, starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the small room with you, being so close and so pathetically entranced by the smallest things you did.

When you stood up, he practically tumbled backwards, back hitting the door with a thump.

“Oh, shoot… are you okay?” you asked, rushing forward to help him as he groaned at the sudden contact. But that didn’t help the situation at all, sending him into further panic at the now close proximity.

“F-fine, sorry…”

“Taehyung, you look nervous…” you softened your voice, stepping towards him with mostly concern on your face, but just a hint of playfulness. He dare not believe that’s what he saw though.

“I-I…” he stuttered, not knowing what to say and oh god, you were so close to him now. So close he could smell your perfume; something expensive, perhaps Chanel?

“What is it?” you pressed, but he was starting to lose his resolve. He had to say something, surely. Anything… Right now, he just looked like a bumbling moron.

“I-I just, um…”

“Tell me, maybe I can help…”

“Fuck, you just… you turn me on, okay? Fuck,” he cursed, looking away from you to stare into the top corner of the room, feeling ashamed of himself. He was better than this. A professional. What had you reduced him to?

You simply smirked, stepping even closer to him, until your chests were almost touching.

“I can see that…” you whispered, eyes drifting down. Low and behold, there was the outline of a rather big problem. Tae couldn’t even look, knowing exactly what you were referring to and feeling nothing but shame.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I swear I’m more professional than this, I just-“ You pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes went wide, looking down at the digit with surprise.

“You turn me on too,” you smirk, biting down on your bottom lip, still painted from the shoot.

“I-I… I do?”

“Oh yes… Wanna know how much?” you asked cheekily, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, slowly guiding his hand but giving him plenty of opportunity to pull away should he want to. But he didn’t want to. Not at all.

You coaxed his fingertips to grade over the mesh of the lingerie, pressing them to your mound where a tiny little patch of wetness had seeped through the cotton lining inside and stained the material in a dewy wetness.

“Oh, shit…” he breathed, finally looking down at where his hand just barely touched you.

“And that’s just the outside,” you taunted, bottom lip pressed between your teeth. He looked down into your eyes for a moment, wondering if he should… But you answered the question for him, before he’d even had a chance to think it.

Hurriedly, you pressed your lips to his, noting immediately how soft they felt against your own and how hesitant they were in that first split second. But in the end his reaction was visceral, softened lips pushing against yours with all the pent up sexual tension he’d been harbouring for hours.

The hand you barely had a grasp on snaked around your waist, pulling you to him and colliding your full and soft body into his. He wanted to feel every inch of you, every part he’d been photographing all day. And you were going to let him.

When you didn’t immediately shove him away from you, he conceded to his own desires, letting himself become completely hazed with lust. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, testing the waters before he went in to totally devour your mouth. Pressed against him this way, you could feel his body responding. Of course, he was already stiff beneath those cream trousers, but pushing against your thigh you could feel the size of him, mouth watering. You wondered if perhaps he might like to feel just what your mouth could do for him.

Wasting no more time, you pushed the suede waistcoat from his shoulders, slipping it off and throwing it haphazardly over the rail to your left. And not forgetting that adorable beret too, his hair flopping freely in beautiful curls that fell into his hooded eyes. His assault on your lips never faltered, his grip on your waist only loosening to remove the waistcoat.

You pulled barely millimetres away from his lips, hands gripping at his shirt to at least keep his chest pressed to yours as they both heaved with breathlessness.

“Wanna taste you…” you whispered, hot breath fanning over his lips. Your filthy words sent a thrill down his spine, and before he could utter another syllable your hands were dropping to his zipper, pulling it down and popping the button on his trousers. The loose fit fell down high thighs unaided, pooling at his feet to reveal a pair of light grey boxers, his cock straining marvellously against them.

Gently you ghosted your fingertips over his length, earning a shudder and a sharp intake of breath. “Shit,” he whispered, chasing your lips again with a frantic kiss, large hands holding onto your cheeks to stop you from evading him.

You pushed your hand into the waistband, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock and feeling just how thick he was; your fingers couldn’t meet no matter how much you stretched them.

“_____, are you sure you want this?” he asked, doing his very best not to rut his hips into your hand.

“I’ve never slept with someone I worked with before, but absolutely. You’ve been driving me crazy, Taehyung…” you whined, slowly pumping your hand along his shaft, neglecting his tip. “Do you want me?” As silly question really, given your current state.

“So much,” he groaned, the pleasure of your fist starting to affect him. You giggled mischievously and dropped to your knees, leaving him staring down at you as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his dick with a triumphant bounce. He really was above average, and the idea of swallowing what you could was making you drool.

In no mood to waste time teasing, you enveloped the first few inches in warm wetness, suckling as if he were the sweetest lollipop despite the salty tang of pre-cum. Your tongue swirled around him a few times before lying flat under his shaft so you could lean further forward to take more of his length.

Above you, Tae was stunned into silence, heavy breaths all that wold pass his lips. He watched you like a hawk, terrified that should he look away, you and your wonderful mouth would disappear. His hands braced himself on the door behind him, keeping him upright as pleasure ripped through his body.

You took what you could into his throat before your gag reflex started to show itself, having to still use an entire fist around his base to completely envelope him. Your first twisted and pumped in rhythm with the way your head bobbed on his cock, every so often hollowing your cheeks to create a harsher drag that had him hissing between clenched teeth.

“A-ah, shit…” he cried, his head throwing back against the door with a thud and squeezing his eyes shut. “How are you this, good? Jesus…”

The giggle that his cock muffled sent a new wave of desire flooding through him. He didn’t even know that were possible, but somehow the more time you spent sucking, pumping and sheathing his cock in your mouth and throat, the more his grip on reality loosened and he found himself swimming in arousal.

It didn’t seem fair that he was getting such incredible head whilst you were sat before him, already soaking your panties and being devoid of any stimulation; where were his manners? If he was unable to be a professional right now, he would at least a gentleman.

Begrudgingly, he pushed at your shoulders, hands finding yours that gripped his thighs, nails digging into the flesh. He pulled you back to a standing position and threw himself at you, lips and teeth crashing against your own desperately.

“Hardly fair that I get all the attention here, is it sweat pea?” The pet name was so innocent in any other context, but here and now you heard it very differently. His tone was gravelling and darker than before, shrouded in animalistic need.

“Oh, I don’t mind. You did us a favour today, after all. Think of it as… extra payment?” You grinned, hands gripping the black t-shirt he still wore and eyes scanning the lips millimetres from yours you’d just been attached to.

“No need, love. Carlisle is paying a bonus. You owe me nothing at all.”

“Ah, well in that case perhaps you should just fuck me then, hm? Even the score a little…” you laughed, attaching yourself back to those beautiful lips for another heated kiss. The room around you felt even smaller this way, perhaps because the body heat radiating off the pair of you was making the tiny little room unbearably stuffy.

He pushed you backwards until your butt hit the edge of the dressing table, stool kicked underneath it. Taehyung never retracted his mouth from yours, not even when he started to fiddle with the straps of the bralette and pull them down your arms. With no clasps to undo, he simply pulled the material over your head, letting your stunning breasts free for him to grab with both hands, mouth dipping down to immediately suck at one of your nipples.

“Mmf, Taehyung…” you moaned, breathier than you’d expected but the feeling had stolen your breath away completely. Your past lovers had been so greedy with no real idea what they were doing, frantically attempting to hold as much of your as they could in their hands, but Taehyung had a purpose, like he was far more skilled and perhaps used to the company of a much larger girl. Every swirl of his tongue, every tactful squeeze of your breasts was used almost like a weapon against you.

In such close proximity you could feel his erection against your tummy, pressing against the softness. You wondered if he liked that; the way your extra pounds felt against his still-wet shaft. He seemed to enjoy your body the way it was, rolls and all, so perhaps the feeling of your chub on his aching cock was nothing short of heavenly.

Your suspicions were confirmed when his hips rocked against you, stomach rippling under his movements as he groaned against your nipple, biting down on the hardened nub just a little.

“You like that, huh? Like how my body feels against you?” you teased, stroking the curls out of his eyes with gentility. He just growled in response, sucking harder at your nipple to have you crying out. You took that as a yes. “Tae please… Need more,” you begged, the wetness between your thighs growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Without detaching his lips from your breast, he shoved a hand into your panties, fingers immediately coated in slick as he pressed two to your clit and began to swirl them in circles. Every single move felt calculated, but they couldn’t possibly be, with how fast things were moving and how quickly he responded to you. He must just be insanely skilled or intuitive. You weren’t sure you’d be able to let this man out of sight after today.

He kept up his ministrations for a little while before growing tired of waiting, impatience getting the better of him. His hands were on your waist and flipping you around quickly, forcing you to hold yourself up on your elbows while he made light work of slipping the high-waisted thong from your body.

The sight before him lit a fire in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn’t stop himself from lightly swatting at your exposed ass, marvelling the way it jiggled and bouncing at the slightest touch. For good measure, you wiggled your hips a little, cheeks rippling to the effect.

“Wow…” he sighed, hands roaming over your cheeks and letting one dip between your legs, parting them enough to slip two fingers through your folds and into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling, finally, finally, having something inside you. Sure, you’d prefer his cock, but he had to prep you. He was so large, you had to get used to something before he let himself bury deep inside you. And lord, the rings on his fingers felt heavenly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” he whispered, pushing a third finger into you and spreading you open.

“Tae, please. I’m ready, please…” you pleaded, pushing your hips back against his fingers as he curled them inside you. A jolt of electricity shot through your pelvis, forcing you forward again as Taehyung chuckled darkly behind you.

“Where’s that confidence gone, hm? Did you think you were in control?” he jeered, curling his fingers again and making your legs shake with pleasure. “Beg me again. Beg for my cock.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Please! Please, I need it. Need your cock, Tae. Please…” You tried to keep your voice down, aware there might still be people outside but only Taehyung knew the only person who hadn’t left yet was Mia. And she was making phone calls outside.

“You sound beautiful when you’re needy, love. But I have to admit, I don’t think I could wait much longer,” he confessed, now lining the tip of his cock with your entrance after pulling his fingers from you. You mewled a pathetic response, interrupted by the satisfying stretch of him pushing into you.

“Oh, my god…” you hummed, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips so tight he could leave bruises. He kept himself composed enough to slowly but surely bottom out, wanting nothing more than to smack his hips against yours. But he was a gentleman, and he would remain thoughtful enough to keep your comfortable.

You felt yourself falling deeper into the throws of bliss as he dragged himself out again slowly, only to push back a little faster and finding a rhythm that felt unbelievably good for both of you. Your spine tingled with elation, every deep thrust hitting just where you needed him to. His skill seemed to transcend not only from foreplay but to fucking you silly too.

“You’ve driven me… mmf… fucking crazy all day,” he muttered, articulated with a particularly hard thrust. In his head, Taehyung was counting his blessings and thanking his lucky stars that he could be balls deep in you right now. Had you never made any kind of move on him, his desires would have merely fizzled out. God bless your confidence.

He leaned over your back a little more, pistoning his hips as you pushed up to meet him, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moans escaping your lips, hand coming to rest on the back of his neck, to hold him against you and tangle in the ends of his curls as he kissed along the flesh.

“Every set of lingerie… fuck, it looked so good on you. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful…” he mumbled between kisses, holding your hips still to slap his against you. The sounds filling the tiny room were some of the lewdest you had ever heard, absolutely hypnotic.

Having Taehyung looming over you this way, fucking himself so far into you and sloppily biting and sucking at your shoulder and neck, you could have sworn you were dreaming. It was too perfect, felt too damn good. Never had a man made you orgasm simply with penetration, but you could feel it building, his skill and his size playing huge parts in your undoing.

His thrusts never faltered, never once slowed. He changed his angle a few times, but never ceased his movements. And before long, you were on the brink of falling apart.

“T-Tae… Gonna cum…” you warned, turning your head to look him in the eye over your shoulder.

“Me too, baby… You feel so good, I can’t help it. Cum for me, yeah?” he panted, pushing your hair out of your face and reconnecting his lips to yours in a sultry, slow and passionate make out. You mewled at the contact, letting him invade all of your sense at once and finally, the coil that had been building in your abdomen wound too tight, and you snapped.

Your legs shuddered, your back arched and your loud moans were swallowed whole by his kiss. Pleasure burst through your entire body, every nerve ending lighting up like a firework and detonating at the exact same moment.

Your pussy clenched around him so hard that Tae struggled to keep his rhythm, simply being dragged back in by your walls instead but the fight was inconceivably good, pulling him to the edge too. He frantically chased that high, whimpering against your lips as he continued to kiss you, wanting nothing more than to feel as close to you as he could.

You came back down just in time for his release, able to savour the warmth that filled you as he came. He was sure he had never cum so hard let alone as much; the pair of you were very aware of the way his cock squelched now with each slide while he slowed his hips. You could feel the mix of your arousal and his cum starting to seep from where the two of you were still connected, sliding down your inner thighs.

His hips stopped rolling, and the both of you stayed very still for a moment, catching your breath and coming back to reality. His forehead rest on your shoulder while you held yourself up, turning to press a light kiss to his temple and nuzzle into the soft mop of curls. And then he was chuckling to himself, running his fingers down the length of your arm.

“What’s funny?” you grinned; his laugh was infectious.

“I just… I swear, I’m more professional than this.” You laughed again with him, a blush creeping onto your already flushed face.

“Me too, usually…” you sniggered. He kissed your shoulder again and straightened up, allowing you to turn around and perch on the edge of the dressing table. You fixed your hair out of your eyes while he pulled his underwear and trousers up from where they pooled around his ankles. He looked around the room to find the bathrobe you’d worn earlier that day, draping around your shoulders with care so you could cover yourself.

“I was kind of lying earlier… I do want to do that campaign, I was just-“

“Manipulating me? I figured…” he smirked, slipping back into his waistcoat and picking up his beret.

“Then why did you-?”

“Swept up in the moment, I suppose. And I didn’t actually catch on until your hands were on my dick,” he shrugged, earning a laugh from you. “All I knew was I wanted you, you were in lingerie and getting closer…” He laughed with you, fixing his beret to his head and tucking his curls back into it. A comfortable silence settled over you both, post-coital smiles stretched across your faces.

“So that campaign… Are you interested?” you asked, folding your arms over your covered chest. His face contorted into one of exaggerated thought, his finger tapping at his chin.

“A day with you alone in a studio, creating beautiful art whilst you’re completely nude… Hm, this is a hard decision,” he mocked. You swatted his arm playfully, both laughing together. You liked how comfortable you felt with him, how wide the smile on your face was. It was intriguing; perhaps you could see yourself enjoying his company in future, not just his sexual prowess.

He stepped toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist casually and drawing a soft line down your jaw with his finger.

“I was actually hoping that you might be free for a drink, or dinner sometime soon. But yes, I’ve be honoured to photograph you for your campaign.”

“Well then if I may be so bold; what are you doing once you leave this studio?” you asked, straightening his beret for him.

“A lonely pizza and a bottle of beer for one. But I think I may have just had a better offer…” his voice lowered to something akin to seductive again, the smirk returning to his face.

“I think you might have. Let me change into some actual clothes, maybe we can grab dinner?”

“Absolutely. Anywhere you choose,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet impromptu kiss. You sank into it, before pushing him back to head over to the little case you’d been packing, pulling out the casual dress you’d worn to the studio that morning. Taehyung made no move to leave the little dressing room, leaning his back against the door and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You’re sticking around?” you asked.

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t want to miss the show…”

[stumacherstan]

Bitccccch im SO happy you’re writing for twilight im gonna need some Carlisle angst please 🥺 That would make my week

Carlisle Cullen x Reader Angst Drabble:

Carlisle, despite not being able to breathe, felt like he was suffocating. The nagging anxious feeling in his stomach made him feel as if he was lightheaded. He didn’t even look at his children, he felt numb.

“Carl-“

“I do not want to hear it.”

“I’m so sorry Carlisle. I didn’t-“

“It’s okay Alice. Just give me some time.” Carlisle felt guilty for brushing aside his family, but all he could focus on were your dead eyes. The strong smell of your blood made him feel even more angry and remorseful. It was too late, he was too late to save you.

After the Cullen Kids left him alone with you, he felt the venom painfully squeeze out his eyes. He didn’t care about your blood getting on him; he kneeled down and held you. “I’m so sorry my love.”

[collecting-stories]

Just Pretend | Enid

Hey, I'm not sure if you would want to write this imagine. So I'm just gonna ask. So Enid x reader were reader is dating Enid in season 9 and is with Carol and D when they find them?? And just like how she copes with it. Like super angesty. If you don't feel like it I completely understand. Love you 🖤🖤🖤

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And I hate to make this all about me,                                                           Who am I supposed to talk to, if there’s no you? - Soon You’ll Get Better, Taylor Swift

It was gift-wrapped, left on the table inside your trailer with old newspaper secured around it. You already had a good idea what it was that Maggie had left for you but you didn’t open it, letting the package sit neglected while you pulled the covers further over your head and sunk down in the darkness of the room. The trailer walls were thinner than you would’ve liked and you could hear people outside milling about. Soon someone would be knocking on your door, the same routine as always. Asking if you were okay. You would pretend they weren’t there.

The first time you met Enid she was following Maggie into the safety of Hilltop, convinced by some subconscious force that she had to stay close to the young woman who’d become both her mother and her older sister in the relatively short time they’d known each other. You’d been a resident of Hilltop since the outbreak. When they evacuated your neighbourhood it was there that the army truck had sent you and your little brother.  

Enid, like most in this new version of the world, was managing her way through the muck of loss. Her parents, most of Alexandria, Ron (even if she didn’t like him), Glenn. Her family felt like it was getting smaller and she clung to the only people she really had left, Maggie and Carl. No one in this new world was without loss, a notion you were too familiar with. Only a year into living together the Hilltop had been hit with a virus.  

“We had one too, not at Alexandria, but down in Georgia.” Carl had commented when you told him about the virus that took your younger brother. The truck had separated you from your parents and the virus had left you all alone.  

“That shit was horrible.” You replied, “as crazy as it sounds, getting attacked by a walker is expected but getting sick like that...still seems like it shouldn’t happen.”  

“I know, it feels surreal.” Carl agreed. It was later in the evening than most people were awake and a lantern between the two of you kept enough light that you could see each other.  

Maybe it was because you didn’t know Enid well enough yet or maybe it was just Carl but there was never any ill-feeling toward him. When you thought about it now you knew it was Carl, he was as enigmatic as his dad. Rick Grimes was some sort of post-apocalyptic celebrity and his son had managed to take some of that limelight for himself as well. He didn’t just live in his dad’s shadow, he was as skilled at survival as the best of them. But the fanfare wasn’t all there was to him.  

The first time you met Carl he had come to Hilltop with Enid. She introduced him as her boyfriend and a faint blush ran over her face, an uncharacteristic embarrassment or maybe the word just felt so silly to use these days. At the time Enid was nothing more than a friend, the only other person in Hilltop around your age. Carl was a welcome addition to your limited group. While you and Enid had a lot in common as far as circumstance was concerned it was Carl who you seemed to mesh with the most.  

And maybe that was why it never occurred to either of you.

Enid was with Carl and you were happy for both of them. Happy to be a friend and happy to misinterpret your own feelings as those of someone convinced there are a limited number of people your age left on the earth. You weren’t confused, per say. You knew pretty much in third grade when you sat behind Holly Carlisle in chorus that you definitely had a thing for girls. The thing was not defunct since the world ended either, in fact the moment you saw Enid you couldn’t help thinking that she pretty. More than pretty maybe but there was already a lot on your plate and dealing with a post-apocalyptic unrequited crush on a straight girl wasn’t exactly in your cards. So pretty it was. The same thing Carl thought when he saw her, though he’d clearly had a better shot at the time. One he took. You couldn’t fault him for that.  

“Did you like Georgia better?” You asked, passing the bottle of bourbon you’d found in Gregory’s closet to Carl. It had been because you liked Enid so much that you first tried to get along with Carl. But he was nice and easy to talk to and you had a lot in common (not including that you both liked his girlfriend). Now spending time with Carl when he came to Hilltop was second nature, a change from the ordinary and sometimes mundane that you readily looked forward to. Enid had already gone to sleep because of an early shift in the gardens but you had stayed up with Carl at the advice of Jesus who suggested the two of you ‘act a little more like teenagers’. Sneaking alcohol and staying up till the morning constituted that request in your opinion.  

“I guess. It’s hard to fit in anywhere. It was hard at the prison and at Alexandria, doesn’t matter what state we’re in.” Carl was more travelled than you. It was only in recent months that you’d been trained to go further outside of the compound.  

“Guess so,” you agreed. You had little authority to argue.  

While you liked Carl and the visits he managed to Hilltop you were always a little gleeful when he left. A fact that brought on an unmatched level of guilt when he died. How many times had you wished he was gone just so Enid would pay a little more attention to you? And what a cruel thing to think about such a good friend. The bourbon bottle from that night still sat in your trailer, on the table with a collection of wildflowers in it.  

When word came down that he’d died you had sat in the darkness of your trailer with the bottle in your lap and cried. It felt like hours but it was nearly two days of mourning the loss of such a good friend, someone you just thought would always be there, someone far too skilled to die the way he did. You didn’t get the opportunity to say goodbye but you kept the bottle so you would never forget him. His memory would always be close to you.  

After his death you pulled away from Enid the slightest bit. You knew it was cruel but as she leaned on you for comfort you couldn’t help worrying that she was mistaking her grief with the vulnerability of new feelings and you didn’t want her to change her mind once she was okay with Carl’s absence. It was a fight worth having you supposed.

“I don’t want to talk about this here.” Though possibly the setting could have been better.  

You were wading through muddy forest floors trying to remember exactly where Daryl and Jesus had told you all the traps were set. You should have listened better, something you definitely heard in Daryl’s voice somewhere in the back of your mind. Enid had followed you passed the gates and decided that out here in the woods where walkers had the uncanny ability of popping up frequently was the best place to talk.  

“You’re avoiding me and don’t say you aren’t! I know you are!” Enid was never overly emotional. Usually her emotional response was to get defensive and right now she was definitely on the defense.  

“It’s just been,” You shrugged, how cliche could you sound? “Complicated.”  

Not the word you wanted to use but still the one that came out of your mouth. It summed up much of what you wanted to say. Your feelings were, the situation was, her feelings were. However stupid it sounded coming out of your mouth.  

“Complicated? Are you kidding me? Carl died and the only person that I wanted to talk to about it is acting like I don’t exist all of the sudden!” She wasn’t quiet in her anger.

You were sure you heard the ominous beginnings of a moan from somewhere in the distance but you ignored the sound, focusing on the dead rabbit in the trap. “Look Enid, I’m trying to do this,” you waved the rabbit for her to see, “so could we talk later?”

“Every time you say that we don’t talk later. You just use it as an excuse to ignore me.” Enid took the bowie knife out of her belt, holding it as the groans of the distant walker grew closer.  

“Great. Now we have to deal with that.” You muttered, standing up and pulling your own machete free.  

“I know you lost a friend too but I feel like I lost both of you.” Enid commented, moving in closer to you and holding a defensive stance. Even with a couple walkers on the prowl she wasn’t giving up this damned conversation.  

“It’s not that.” You would never be over Carl’s death but that wasn’t the thing that was keeping you from letting your friend in. You loved Enid, more than anything. More than a friend and not like a sister. But your best friend had just died and she was his girlfriend and you felt like you were taking advantage of a bad situation because you were selfish and you didn’t want to be selfish. You wanted her but not at the expense of a guilty conscience. Not at the expense of betraying your friend’s memory.  

“Then what is it?” The first one came and Enid drove her knife through it’s skull with more force than necessary. Both because she was pissed at you and because how close must this have been to what happened to Carl? Why did he have to help anyone, why did he always have to be the good person?  

You caught the next one. Not so angry. “I don’t know what to do.” You explained. Was your voice really so tired sounding?  

“What?” Enid turned your way as you finished off the last of the dead threesome. At least it was only three. There was annoyance in her voice, she was pissed and she had every right to be. Her boyfriend was dead, her best friend was acting like an absolute bitch to her, and they were in this fucking forest with walkers. You tried to walk away but she grabbed the bag slung across your body. The strap caught and tugged you back.  

“Get off!”  

“Tell me! I’m not letting go until you tell me!” She insisted, her grip on the bag tightening. You yanked anyway, trying to pull away from her. You’d been successfully dodging her for weeks since Carl died.  

“Let go of me!”  

“No.”

“I don’t want to talk about this Enid, not here! So just let go.” You gave a final and forceful tug, yanking the bag from her hand hard enough to cause a friction burn. She clenched her fist and then pressed her palm to her stomach to put pressure on the burn as you instantly looked remorseful. “Enid I-”

“Forget it.” She snapped, turning and heading back to the Hilltop.  

You walked back, trailing behind her in silence. You felt guilty now, she sounded so upset and you knew you’d pushed her there. She was already dealing with so much, trying to be there for Maggie, Carl dying, trying to fit into the Hilltop and pull her own weight here. Jesus let the both of you back through the gate and you walked to your trailer alone, laying down in your bed and looking over to the empty bottle on the table. Damn Carl for dying. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t explain to Enid why you were afraid to talk to her but you really wanted it to be. Because you were selfish and without a boyfriend you thought maybe you could take that place for her. If there weren’t too many people left in the world maybe you could be that person for her.  

It was three more weeks before you finally decided that the silence was killing you too. In the short time that you had known Enid she had become your favorite person to talk to and you were torturing yourself just as much as you were hurting her by staying away. All you wanted was to be there with her, be there for her when she was sad or happy or angry. You didn’t want to be the one who made her angry. So you swallowed your pride and you walked yourself to her trailer to talk.  

“You have to let me say this and you can’t interrupt until I'm done.” You explained immediately when the door opened. Behind Enid, Maggie stood up and declared that she was going to see if anyone needed help.  

“What?” Her voice was sharp and angry, even after three weeks apart the anger hadn’t cooled.  

“I didn’t want to talk to you because I like you. Not as a friend, like like the way you and Carl like each other. I want that with you and I can’t talk to you because I feel so guilty over it. Carl was my best friend and here I am some desperate girl pinning after his girlfriend and then he dies? And what I can’t talk to you. I can’t tell you that. I can’t comfort you without wanting more from this relationship.” You explained, “I don’t know if you’ll ever feel that way about me. Maybe we’ll always be friends and I want to try to be friends if that’s all you want but I just...I’m sorry, I want more than that.”

Enid took a deep breath, still standing there in the doorway. In all honesty she’d never even thought about it. She knew that sounded dumb and childish and not very progressive but she hadn’t even thought that you were anything but straight. And always just a friend.  

“I don’t-” Enid started to say, unable to wrap her mind around what you were saying.  

“It’s fine, I just...you wanted to know and I felt like I should be honest with you. You’re my best friend first and I’ve been a terrible friend and I’m sorry for that.” You apologized.  

And that time you walked away. Less time passed between you. It only took Enid three days before she showed up on your doorstep, prepared to talk it out with you. In the three days that had passed she let herself think about what you had said. She was still grieving Carl and could barely fathom a day when she might not be any longer. But if that day did come she though, you had always been such a good friend and maybe it could be more than that. She didn’t want to think too much about what it meant all she knew was that you were her best friend and she missed you and loved you and she wanted to keep you in her life.  

She knocked on the door of your trailer and started out the same way you had, diving into a speech without giving the other person the chance to say anything. “I don’t know what’s going to happen in a week or a month or whatever, I just know that you’re my friend and I care about you. I want to talk to you and I don’t know if someday when it doesn’t hurt to think about Carl, something could happen between us. I wouldn’t be opposed to that. But please, don’t shut me out.”

You opened the door wider and stepped to the side, letting her into your trailer and sitting down on your bed with her. There was a lot to talk about.  

It was on that bed, in the exact same position, two months later, that she kissed you. What you’d said to her was always there in the back of her mind, whenever she spent time with you. The words played over and over and she during those two months of mourning and rebuilding a friendship she had begun to think that wouldn’t it be nice to be loved by you. She would always have a connection to Carl but he wasn’t here anymore and she didn’t want to fill that void with just anyone. She didn’t want meaningless connections in this new world and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that it would be so nice to be with you.  

So after dinner, two months after the two of you had mended your friendship, sitting in the trailer talking, she leaned over and kissed you. It was innocent and loving and a little unsure. She didn’t know if your feelings were the same as they had been when you confessed to her two months prior but she was willing to take a chance on them.  

“Sorry,” she apologized when she pulled away, tucking a piece of her long hair behind her ear and smiling at you in a way that suggested she wasn’t sorry at all.  

“No worries,” you replied, your own dazed look assuring her that you were unbothered by her actions. You leaned forward, tilting your head just slightly and kissing her again. You hadn’t kissed anyone since before the dead started walking but you didn’t spend too much time thinking about technique as you shuffled closer to her on the bed.  

-

“I’m not staying back.” You protested, following after Enid and trying to pull on your hiking boots at the same time. Up ahead you could see Tara.  

“Please, it’ll be okay.” Enid insisted though you both knew that there was no guarantee of okay these days.  

The conversation played back in your head as you laid there in the dark of the trailer, overthinking every single moment in your mind. If you had just urged her to stay behind and not be so strong willed for once in her life. Or if you had just gone with her. You would have rather died than been here, alone in your stupid trailer with a bottle that wouldn’t bring back your best friend and a painting from Maggie that you couldn’t even stand to look at. You rolled over to face the wall as you heard the familiar knocking begin.  

“I love you.” You held her face in your hands and kissed her, foreheads leaning against each other as if you were back in the privacy of your trailer and not in the open of Hilltop.  

“I love you too,” she replied, another kiss, “I’ll be back.”

What could you throw at the door to make them go away? There might be some books scattered in the small space but getting up from this bed was like pulling yourself to the surface of a lake when there was cement weighing down your feet. You couldn’t imagine getting up. What would you even say if you did. That you were fine? That you weren’t? That you just wanted peace and quiet and nothingness?

You climbed the hill after Carol and the sound of her crying reached your ears as if it was a distant whisper, some white noise playing in the background as you stood there on the hill, wind whipping at your body. Pushing you off your balance. Of all the last images to remember a person by. You’d been lucky with Carl, you could always remember him the way he was in your trailer drinking late at night. You didn’t have to remember the way he looked as he died. But now, as you closed your eyes and tried to think of the way it felt to lay there with Enid for the last time all you could see was her head on a stake, mouth still moving and hair blowing in the wind. You couldn’t keep the image from creeping into your mind no matter how many times you tried to think of all the good things.  

Rolling onto your back you reached for the ground and found a book just beneath the bed, the one Enid had been reading. You threw it at the door as the knock sounded once more. Daryl holding Carol back as you stood there in shock, unmoving, drinking in the sight of your dead girlfriend, played in your mind and you crawled off the bed, dragging your feet to pick up the book. Another knock and you opened the door, light flooding into the trailer and forcing your eyes shut. Standing there against the backdrop of the bright morning sun was Jesus, looking sad but trying not to.  

“Please go away.” You begged, clutching the book to your chest. Even with your eyes open you could see her.

“I just wanted to see if you needed someone to talk to.”  

“Enid.” You concluded and let the door swing shut on him.  

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A/N: I don’t even know if this is what you asked for and I totally hijacked it for my own purposes which I apologize for. Anyway, hope this is good?

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Besides bananas and mega breakies, do you know what Peter and Carl like to eat? Favorite foods or snacks? Or dislikes? Ugh I feel like a stalker! I want to learn something new about them. What they’re fond of. Anything. And what can I cook for them in my running 9 1/2 weeks + baby Libs crossover fantasy fanfic.

Hello! I think ages ago I answered something similar so I will try and find that and reblog it if there’s anything I’ve forgotten. I don’t know loads about it, I know they are all very fond of Nandos to the point a fan encountered Carl walking around asking if one was open at 3am. Think that’s also what they are throwing around backstage in the Carlisle video, and even took that meal preference to Australia where bags of the stuff was carried backstage by John for everyone. Ah what else, I know they both have chocolate bars before shows often, Carl once professed a love of microwaved cheese which I will never not mention. He did a whole day on a plate story ages ago which you can find here: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/8615454/My-Day-on-a-Plate-Carl-Barat.html We have seen both their breakfasts recently so that you know. Peter is very fond of a wrap, there’s an unusual amount of photos through history where he is brandishing one and he ate one side of stage at Wheels and Fins followed by a curry if memory serves - @suchasinistergame do I remember right? Randomly he also went through a short phase where he seemed to have a lot of hummus, and has professed he couldn’t be vegan as he loves cheese. He also he did an interview where he was tucking into a steak, veg and potatoes, and an interview where he ordered a soup (wasn’t happy that it was beetroot) and Carl ordered a burger which Carl’s done during about three interviews I can think of. Carl also discussed having a spicy curry with the producer of their third album and has said Sunday roasts are a thing at his house. And of course, bananas. So nothing thrilling really - junk food and standard man snacks. The horrific thing is I pulled this all from memory. X