#he needs to share his ao3 username

[numbuh666]

Coward

Minors/ageless blogs DNI

Paring: sukuna x fem!reader

Summary: Between fighting curses and facing execution, you’ve taken to exploring your long abandoned bucket list which includes… masturbation. Easy right? Unfortunately for you, saying is much easier than doing and your squeamishness has you turning to certain someone to take matter into his…or rather your own hand.

Content: virgin! reader, reader is Sukuna's vessel, fingering! , f! masturbation!, degradation, pet names (brat), edging, orgasm!denial, is it considered loss of virginity if you’re possessed???

A/N: i unalived myself at least 5 times writing this. what the hell. Also posted on AO3. Username is AngelBunny666

“What the fuck am I even supposed to do with this thing?! How is it even supposed to fit?!” you exclaimed, examining the sparkly pink vibrator you had just unwrapped.

In your eyes, it looked like a weapon of mass destruction. Way too girthy, way too long, and way too scary despite its cutesy appearance. Do women seriously just stick this in their pussies like it’s nothing? How bad would it hurt? What if you end up sticking it in an awkward position and end up doing irreversible damage to yourself?

“Ugh! I can‘t do this,” you grumble with a sigh of frustration as you toss the god forsaken toy back in its box and shove it in a drawer.

Turning off the light and flopping your bed, you pull out your phone to go update your rather lengthy bucket list. Of all the crazy ideas you’ve put on there, getting over your squeamishness toward masturbation and sex should’ve been one of the easier ones.

You honestly had no idea why you prioritized this enough to put it on a list anyway. Sure you had horny thoughts every so often and felt like your libido was normal, but it’s not like something you felt like you needed. In your ideal situation, you would’ve liked to find someone you loved and trusted enough to share that vulnerable part of yourself with.

Then again, ever since becoming a full-time sorcerer you haven’t had much time to really focus on really anything. That is of course, until you somehow ended up swallowing a cursed object by accident and became a vessel for the dreaded King of Curses. Next thing you knew, you were being sentenced to death by the higher ups, (They can fucking try), but apparently your friend Satoru had some plan up his sleeve that he wouldn’t elaborate to you yet to get out of this.

Every day since then, you’ve been trying to do everything you can that’s on your bucket list that started off as more of a joke then something to be taken seriously. Despite the dire consequences of being Sukuna’s vessel, you couldn’t but be a little grateful for the opportunity to get out more when you weren’t busy chasing down cursed spirits.

“Tch, I knew you were pathetic, but this has to be a new low,” the bane of your existence spoke, forming a mouth on your right cheek.

You tried to ignore him. The last thing you needed was Sukuna’s opinion on your lack of experience, let alone anything.

“Putting on a brave face for those petty spirits you struggle to squash, yet a toy is where you draw the line?“

“Fuck off, before I shove it down your throat.”

“You know that won’t work, brat.”

He had a point, and you had quite a few broken wired earphones you used to tune him out to prove it.

“Well whatever! This is none of your concern anyway, so just shut up so I can go to sleep!” you shouted, resisting the instinct to pull the pillow over your head.

“No, I don’t think I will. I’ll be trapped in this body for who knows how long, so enjoying your suffering will make good use of my time.”

“You must be really bored if you seriously think taunting me about this is enough to hurt me.”

“Yet, you're still talking.“

Why were you even wasting time arguing with this asshole? Most of the time it was easy to not take him too seriously, yet there was something about him watching you struggle with your lack of experience that got under your skin.

You tried to shut your eyes to get some sleep again, but he just kept going.

“So, that’s it then, just gonna cower away from it? How disappointing, I was hoping for a little show.” he drawled. “Besides, I’m also finding it rather irksome having to feel the effect of your pathetic human sensitivities.”

You crack an eye open. “What?”

“Are you forgetting we share this vessel you idiot? You don’t think I feel every tremor, every flutter in your belly,” he whispered sensually in your ear, making you shiver. “Every throb between your legs at the sound of my voice?”

You could feel your face getting hot. “So what? That’s not my problem.” It was bad enough that you both were sharing the same skin, but for him to have access to your emotions and insecurities left you feeling vulnerable.

It had brought you even more shame to see how bad of an effect he had on you, despite how dangerous he was. You could only blame your lust addled mine for these feelings, right? Lots of people do crazy things when they’re horny, of course...they end up regretting it afterwards.

“I was only suggesting a solution.”

“Which is….?”

“End this pathetic display and let me take control.” he states flatly.

For a moment there was silence, then there was the sound of your hysteric laughter filling the room. “Letting you take over so you can go on a murder spree right after getting me off?” The absurdity of this proposal made you feel like you were talking to a different person.

“Oh, I definitely would if given the chance if your ability to suppress me weren’t such a nuisance.”

“Either way, I really don’t care. Why should I even give in to your demands?

“Then I’ll just sit back and mock you at every turn, and make sure you don’t get a lick of sleep.”

If you were capable of kicking his ass, you’d force yourself into his domain right now. He knows it too, that there’s not much you can do against him while he lounges in your body like he pays rent.

At the same time though, you really weren’t getting anywhere. It seemed like every time you told yourself you'd push through it, you end up fumbling. Not to mention him witnessing this made things worse.

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed. “I’ll let you use only my arm if it’ll shut you up.“

“Was that so hard?”

“You seem confident for someone who’s been gathering dust for a thousand years. Are you sure you’re even functioning?”

“Is that a challenge, woman?”

Never in a million years would you have expected the most dangerous sorcerer in history to be teasing your folds and having your mind spinning like crazy. Head laid back against your pillow with your eyes glued to the ceiling, you were finding it harder and harder to control your breathing and prevent yourself from making other sounds.

“Falling apart already I see?” you felt Sukuna chuckle softly against your ear, his grin stretching across your cheek. “If I had known you would react like this, I would’ve turned you into my little plaything a long time ago.”

Your middle finger continued to make circular motions against your slickening entrance, occasionally applying a bit of pressure that causes you to flinch every so often. It almost annoyed you the way your body touched itself with such confidence despite the muddling of your brain.

Slow. Precise. Deliberate.

Just as you were growing comfortable to the sensation, you suddenly tensed up when you felt the pad of your finger lightly brush over your clit, causing a small, high-pitched yelp to escape your lips.

“Can’t say I’m surprised about how easy this is, considering how useless you are.” he pinched it teasingly, making you cry out at sudden rush of pain

He takes his sweet time tracing the outline of your clit with your fingertip, lightly rolling it under his touch with such cruelty. A messy burst of wetness flowed down your thighs as you let out a whine, pussy desperate and clenching around nothing.

“You’re disgusting.” he continued to berate you. “Letting me use you like this.” Your finger collected the sticky substance as it moved closer to your slick hole.

It was aching and pulsating rapidly at this point, as if it was begging for release.

“Such a fucking needy brat.”

Before you could respond, a clawed finger dragged along your entrance before roughly pushing inside. You let out a soft cry before you could instinctively clamp your free hand over your mouth.

“Agh—fu- wait a minute! This feels too sudden!” you rasp, your free hand shooting out to subdue the other as you feel Sukuna’s nail skim against your gummy walls.

“You should be thankful I even bothered to play with this dripping pussy of yours,” your other finger casually flicked your bud. “but you’re welcome to continue your pathetic attempt if you so wish.”

“No no, it’s just—,”

“Then shut up and take it.”

Slowly, he started to pump his finger in and out of you, grazing against all you sensitive spots with such agonizing. Your back arched as the pleasure of this sensation sent sparks throughout your nerves.

“What a shame. I wonder what your precious friends would think if they saw you like this?” he purred softly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “How wet you are for a curse.”

His words combined with the feeling of your walls reluctantly letting him in deeper was having your mind in a constant battle of guilt and pleasure. As if to further gouge in your morality, he slipped a second finger inside you, savoring the sounds of your pretty moans as your possessed digits as he continued his pace.

“You’re so unbelievably stupid if you seriously thought you’d be able to take any dick. You can’t even handle your own fingers.” Sukuna laughs lowly, picking up his pace and letting your arousal coat your fingers as you get wetter and wetter.

“Just keep—going…..please…,”

“What makes you think you can order me round, brat?” he growled

What followed after was a sharp pinch to your clit. You jerked slightly, letting out a hiss of pain as your back arched.

“Begging like a desperate whore that doesn’t know her place.” His thrusts were quick and relentless making your body jolt with every push. “If I had my own body you’d be severely punished for your insolence.” he hissed in your ear.

Despite his harsh words, the way your fingers were pumping into you seemed to be telling a different story. Knowing him, it most likely brought him intense glee to see someone that was a pain in his ass was left squirming and sputtering.

And God, you fucking hated him even more now for this. As your body continues to betray you, you silently curse yourself for somehow letting the king of curses of all people seduce you like this. However, it was a fleeting thought as you felt your release building up in your core.

“S-Sukuna…..gonna—so close,” you whimpered, grinding into your fingers. At this point, nothing else mattered to you except the peak that you desperately reached for. Much to your dismay however, your fingers suddenly retracted, leaving you feeling empty.

“Wha-why did you stop?!” you cried out, trying to take back control over your tattooed hand to force it back in. In response, you felt something warm and slick licking a stripe between your thighs.

You didn’t even need to look to know that he had summoned one of those damn maws on the palm of your hand. It was almost disgusting, the way he lapped at your throbbing pussy with that vile mouth like it was his last meal. Your mind was pretty much gone at this point, the only thing you can think of is wanting more.

“Been waiting months for a chance to taste you.” the feeling of his breath tickled you as he murmured softly into your cunt. To emphasize his words, he resumed lapping at the juices leaking from you before moving to suck on your clit. “I can’t wait to get out of here and finally take you.”

“And I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? To become my pet? It’s not like you’re good for much else.”

The sounds of your breathy moans and wet noises fill the room. Every hitched breath laced with barely contained craving and vulnerability. In the pool of your belly, you could feel your release building up again. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as he continued to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The nails of your free hand digging into the sheets, you braced yourself to succumb to loss of your dignity.

“Actually I change my mind,” you more than felt rather than heard him. “I don’t think a worm like you deserves it”

His words felt like a splash of ice cold water. “A-are you actually fucking serious right now…?” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“I think I might drag this on for a while and see how much you beg for it,” he continued playfully. “Besides, you did mention you were trying to sleep.”

You were left too stunned to speak as you boiled with rage—your pride shredded, your body left empty again.

“Anyway, you bore me now.” he doesn’t wait for my response. “You’re welcome to continue on your own if you need it so much.”

With that, the marking on your arms vanished, and you were left lying there stewing in your own thoughts—eager for the day of your so you can project your cramps onto him.

a/n: I haven’t made a fanfic in years and it’s my first time dabbling in smut, so sorry if it was rough. I’m going back to drawing now.

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[lovejongseob]

hcs of jongseob in a secret relationship with idol reader plss🙏🏻🙏🏻 love your posts

Fall in love again

Yess, I hope you enjoy !! And thank you so much, you're so sweet !! Thank you for the request as well 🩷

Personal:

Look, there's a reason hes on his phone all the time. Unfortunately it's not often he can be with you in person. When you're constantly training, working, on different sets or shows, in meetings, being styled, travelling, touring, and too many more things to count.. You aren't left with a lot of free time.

Face timing you as much as possible. Even if it's just for the thirty seconds you two both happen to be switching shoots, or getting fast touch ups done, he's calling you right away. Jongseob just really needs to see your face and hear your voice. When he's finally home, he calls you while he works or cleans up. Pretends hes sleeping next to you while falling into unconsciousness on call.

Photos when possible throughout his day are sent to you. They're a little blurry and seem quickly taken, but you know he wouldn't have taken them if he didn't care. His favorite notifications are image attachments or audio messages from you.

When you have the time, he loves playing video games with you. Closest to being with you without actually being with you, in his opinion. Loves voice chat while interacting with your avatar. His favorite are any dress up games because he can see your personal style more, and Minecraft because it feels like having his own life and home with just you.

Supportive of your group ! Has your entire discography saved on literally every streaming platform, and memorized unreleased choreography. Respectfully friendly if he ever gets the chance to meet your group members. Has had a dream about attending one of your concerts. Your vocals or rapping are his alarm clock.

Jongseob may or may not be a secret fanboy. Even if he wasn't before meeting or dating you, he loves you way too much not to feel like hes a fan of yours. And he respects your talent and hard work so much, none of this is easy at all, so he finds you so admirable. Social media alt legend, multiple Tiktok folders, Pinterest boards, would probably be an ao3 guy but believe he has a Tumblr fan page. You can't make any alts with your name included, because hes taken all the usernames already.

Public:

Optimally, nothing would be public. Best case scenario, the fans wouldn't even think you know each other.

Compliments your music if your group ever gets brought up, but hes moving on quickly. If there are any specific questions on how he feels about your group, hes answering vaguely. For example, if hes asked his favorite song, he'd probably just say the most popular one, and read a new question right after. In reality, it's an unreleased demo they have no idea of.

If you are put in a situation where you need to interact, hes polite, but short. He adores you with everything he has in him, and that's why you both have to act this way. Neither of you give fans the chance to speculate, you don't stay around each other in public, and you only interact when it's professionally configurated.

Even though it's uncomfortable, and makes him upset that he can't be open about his care for you, he loves you and his group members too much to put your careers at risk. You've both put in so much work, so you both understand nothing out there is personal, only the special and fleeting moments you share are.

Bonus Texts:

I found all of these on Pinterest !!

the other guy he added was theo. im not shizoposting in the a/ns yet, however i did just delete a full paragraph of me actually losing it over titling and formatting. so the time will soon be upon us.

[ranunculussy]

enigma | part 09.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. | part 07. | part 08. | part 10. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ word count: ~3.2k ꕥ small author's note: things are definitely happening ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

thursday

The next day rolled around quicker than you would’ve liked. This time, you shared a room with JJ and Emily, one of them was already in the shower. Or at least, you really hoped that it was one of the women and not some random intruder because you were sure that if it was the second possibility, then this room would turn into a crime scene too. You groaned while you reached for your phone to turn off the annoying alarm, with your eyes still closed. Last night you fell asleep much harder than you usually did, for one simple reason. Your mind was a mess. You were circling back to the scenes, both on the beach and the Moore residence. You listed the evidence and silently debated against yourself. You tried to assure yourself that presenting your opinion on the case was the right thing to do, but the building anxiety and doubt felt like it was suffocating you. You would’ve enjoyed a different kind of choking much more, if you had to be honest.

Which led to the second reason of your sleeplessness. I mean… not the choking exactly, but at the same time, it was related to your problem. What the fuck was up with you and your recent behaviour around the genius!? Yes, there was an ongoing race between you to see who can make the other more flustered—at least that’s how you saw it—, but then why did your heartrate elevate even when it was you who tried to “one up” your co-worker?

With a sigh, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Three hours of sleep. You’ll be functioning on three hours of sleep today. That could only mean two moods. You’ll be either hyperactive or a walking-talking danger to society. Occasionally these mixed.

Half an hour later you stepped out of the hotel room. JJ already left, she was following up with Chocolate Thunder on some leads regarding the seal skin, which turned out to be an extremely high-quality costume. Luckily, no animals were hurt. Emily was waiting for Hotch and Rossi, they were continuing to take the statements of family and friends, however, since it turned out overnight that the human remains in the sink and the plumbing system were from Jeremy Moore, they had to start over with almost every person.

“Good…” you mumbled while your eyes were pasted on the bright screen of your phone. A small smile was plastered on your face while you looked at all the pictures of your cats, sent by Penelope, who was often house-sitting when you went away for longer periods of time. This smile disappeared quicker than some fathers, when you raised your gaze and saw that not only Spencer, but Chief Miller was also waiting at the door. “…morning.”

“Morning.” nodded Reid while he handed you a cup of coffee. That alone brightened your mood, and you reached for it with shining eyes.

“Oh my God, thank you.”

“Good morning, agent.” opened his mouth the other man which immediately ruined everything. “I’ve decided to personally oversee your investigation; we will be working together until the case is closed.”

“To oversee?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Precisely. I’ll be transparent, agents. This little theory that you’re investigating and spending resources on seems dumb. I cannot dictate what the BAU does or doesn’t do, however I can and will handle how the media sees things. Last thing I need is being ridiculed for following some random mythology.”

Yeah, and the last thing I want is a man, bitching and whining about everything I do, but here we are. You wanted to say this, or something close to this, but you bit your tongue and with a forced smile you said, “Awesome.”

By the look in Reid’s eyes, you guessed he already went through this with the chief earlier. He was pissed. You could tell by his clenched jaw and phlegmatic expression. And while he was hot like this, you knew that this day will definitely be harder than usual.

Fewer things were more awkward than being cramped up in a small lift with two men. One of them was unapologetically unsympathetic, the other one’s presence was doing something to you that you didn’t quite understand. This day was rapidly getting worse and worse, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock.

When you reached the underground parking lot of the hotel, you were silently debating where you should sit and soon decided that one of the backseats would be the best option. Sitting next to any of the two would’ve been uncomfortable for different reasons, and on top of that you thought that Miller would want to sit in the front, making him feel important.

As you opened the backdoor on the right side of the vehicle, you felt a warm, rather big hand on your lower back.

“Don’t even think about it, you’re sitting next to me.” the man behind you lowered his head so that his lips could be next to your ear as he assertively pushed you forward, and with his other hand he shut close the slightly opened door. His warm breath hit your neck, sending shivers down your whole body. Your brain short-circuited and your breath hitched, so much so that you were sure the genius noticed it too. Reid’s raspy voice in your ear, his cologne, his closeness, his hand on your back… His fucking hand, which immediately led your mind to an entirely different direction.

“Khm… What?” your not so intelligent reaction came seconds later, as soon as you were able to swallow your saliva and gather yourself just enough.

“I’m not driving one and a half hour with him on my side. Now sit.” When you silently complied, since you couldn’t really think of anything else to do—hells, you couldn’t really think at all—, a satisfied little smirk appeared on his face and before closing the door after you, he said “Good girl.”

For the first third of the ride, you went silent. The obvious blush on your cheeks made Spencer feel good, satisfied. While he sat behind the wheel and followed the instructions of the navigator, you were deep in your thoughts.

What the actual fuck is up with him calling me a good girl!? No, better yet, what the actual fuck is up with him generally!? You were really confused. One moment he openly disses you, your ideas and theories, challenging you whenever there’s an opening, next moment he’s doing things like this. In your mind, the only working explanation was still that he wanted to make you look less professional by these stunts he occasionally pulled, and you weren’t having it. You had to up your game. You can also play dirty. You won’t, under any circumstances, lose against him.

Hours later, as the full moon filled your hotel room with a moderate amount of light, you were getting ready to head out with the others. Nothing big, obviously. The case was nowhere near close to being solved. Reid, Miller and you discovered the first victim’s, Ruby Brown’s husband’s body. He was sedated and buried alive in their garden. You also found the scene where Ruby was probably skinned and sewed into the seal skin, this time it was in the garage. You spent the rest of the day there, investigating almost every single dust particle that you came across. It was tiring, truly. That’s why Derek asked if anyone’s up for some beers. Everyone was worn down, so letting some steam out seemed a good idea.

So, you were putting on clothes that you knew complimented your shape. You didn’t go overboard; you knew it better. It was just one, maybe two beers with your closest friends who also happened to be your colleagues. Still, you made sure to dress casual and hot. Jeans and a tank top with laced edges that fit your curves perfectly. You knew you were able to turn some heads if you wanted to, and today you wanted to. Reid isn’t the only one who can act all hot and sexy.

You met up at a small bar that was at the corner of the block in front of the hotel. Most of the team was already there but you fucked up your eyeliner a tiny bit, so it took longer for you to get ready.

“Mm, I didn’t think you’d be here, boss.” you said to the stoic man seated next to you. Hotch let out a small scoff and took a sip of his cold beverage.

“Oh, I think after Miller, it would’ve been weirder if he didn’t join.” commented Emily.

“That’s not really an excuse today when we were the ones to spend 12 fucking hours with him.” you said immediately. Spencer was sitting in front of you, at the other exit of the booth that felt a bit cramped with all of you there, but this made the whole thing better. JJ almost had to sit in Emily’s lap—you were sure that the brunette would’ve enjoyed it more than anything right now—, but you made it work. It just meant that all your thighs were constantly in contact.

Reid’s eyes quickly assessed your figure. He tried to be smooth with it, but you were looking for his reaction. When his gaze met yours—after a not so discreet tour of your whole fit—, he looked a bit like a deer in headlights. You smirked, tilted your head slightly and raised your brows as a silent “You like what you see?” question. He swallowed, his sharp Adam’s apple lifting up and down, then, without any further reaction, turned away.

“Well, he read through the statements we took today. Said half of the questions we asked were a waste of time.” Rossi, like the sassy old man he was, rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“He also criticized everything we did at the Brown residence too. It was pretty annoying.” joined in the genius. “I was so close to telling him off.”

“Mmm, I highly doubt it.” you said with a sly little smirk and a teasing tone as you leaned forward.

“And why exactly is that?” he asked, copying your body language.

“Isn’t it obvious, Spencer? You aren’t exactly someone who’d go against authority. At the end of the day, you’ll always follow orders and do what you’re told, no?”

Reid narrowed his eyes. “Interesting you say that, when you’re the one who’s been so obediently following my orders.”

Aaand you’ve just accidentally dug your own grave. “Khm… You aren’t special. I’m an agent, it’s part of my job to do that.”

Luckily, as soon as they sensed that your usual bickering is about to happen, the rest of the team got absorbed in their own conversations, making this less embarrassing for you. By now, you were almost face to face as you challenged each other.

“Mhm, is it also part of your job to go all red and hot while you do what you’re told? Because I don’t see you acting like that with anyone else.”

Oh, how badly you wanted to smack that smug little grin off his face. He was making you flustered once again, which wasn’t really working out for you, and had no idea for a smart comeback.

Soon, the team’s first round of beer was gone, and you saw this as an opening to put a pause on whatever was going on at the table. You decided to pay for everyone’s refill tonight. Since you were sitting at the left exit of the booth, you easily stood up and took your way towards the bar, followed by none other than the man who was continuously dancing on your nerves. He said he’d help with bringing back the drinks, since he was conveniently seated at the other exit. But to be honest, he was simply enjoying things way too much to stop there.

No matter how many times he agreed with himself to get his shit together and handle you with indifference, he always slipped. The occasional flirting and the constant attempts to make each other more and more flustered than last time was thrilling. He tried lying to himself and say that he didn’t enjoy the atmosphere that you created. But he did.

So, now he was following you, sticking close to your back. You excused this. Seeing how crowded the place was, it was obvious that he wouldn’t want to get separated, considering how much he hated contact with unknown people.

When you reached the bar to place your order, it was so full of people that only you were able to stand directly at the wooden furniture. He stood behind you, your bodies almost pressed together.

You looked good, leaning on the counter while you were waiting for the bartender to refill the empty glasses. When a random man on your right, who was definitely far from sober, tried to wiggle closer to you, to which you were quite oblivious at the time, Spencer instinctively placed his hand on the counter. He was smooth with it, like he was only doing this for his own balance.

Being caged between his arms sent shivers down on your whole body. You were hoping that the dim mood lights and your hair covered the blush that kept creeping up on your neck, cheeks and ears. It wasn’t fair that he was able to get such reactions out of you, while you didn’t really have a win today, so, rather impulsively, you turned.

With your bodies this close together, now it was his turn to get flustered. For a fracture of a second, he forgot how to breath. The proximity of your chest, the way you had to tilt upwards your head to be able to keep eye contact, and the playful, almost daring look on your face made him crazy.

He slightly leaned forward, pressing his upper body to yours and lowering his head, while he swallowed. While you got lost in each other’s eyes, everything around you became a blur. The lame pub music got mixed with the noise of the crowd, becoming a mass.

There wasn’t a logical, rational thought in Spencer’s mind, which was a first.

You wanted to say something, wanted to tease him, but couldn’t. Not when he looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time, carefully taking in every single detail of you. Not when you saw him unintentionally lick his lips as he glanced at yours. Not when…

“Here’s your order. Cash or card?” the bartender’s strong voice broke the tension. You cleared your throat as you turned back to face the man, but before you could’ve paid for the beers, Spencer reached forward and handed him his own card.

You went silent for the rest of the night, the both of you. You were confused, couldn’t really explain what happened in those few moments. Around ten minutes later you decided to call it a night. The others still had some beer left, but you felt like you had to get out of there. You needed some air, because the whole day felt suffocating. This past month’s constant pushing and pulling drove you up the wall. So, you excused yourself.

The others would’ve left the pub with you, if it weren’t for Derek, insisting on staying a bit longer. He said it would be a crime to rush a quality beer. In reality, he was the only one from the team to witness what was going down between the geniuses, and he wanted to give you a chance to finish what you’ve started.

“Come on, pretty boy, be a gentleman and walk our girl home.”

“There is no need-” you shook your head, but Reid was already standing up without a word. Awesome.

The quick walk back to the hotel was quiet. None of you knew what to say exactly. Should you address the things from before? But what is there to address exactly? Was what going on between the two of you was still a game that you took a bit too seriously, because none of you knew how to lose?

You were already in the hallway, in front of the door of your room when you first spoke. “Uhm… Good n-”

You turned towards the man at the same time he stepped closer to you. For a passing moment, his face was telling a tale of an inner battle, but it was quickly replaced by a look of determination. He took one larger breath and reached for your wrist.

“What-?”

With a strong, calculated move, he pulled you closer to him. He placed his right arm around your waist, holding you firmly in one place as he initiated eye contact. His usually sweet, warm irises were clouded with something darker. Anger, irritation, maybe lust? You couldn’t tell.

“You…” he said, his voice came out as a raspy whisper. “…are making me lose my goddamn mind.”

Without wasting any more time, his soft lips crashed onto yours. For a second, you stood there, frozen, your eyes filled with disbelief, but then you kissed him back. You couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was an impulsive decision, maybe months of pent-up frustration. You didn’t know. All you knew is that it felt good.

When your eyes closed and he felt your lips joining his in a heated dance, he let your wrist go and moved his free hand up to your face, while with his right arm he tried to pull you closer, even tho your bodies were already pressed together as much as possible.

He carefully caressed your flushed skin, as if he was afraid that one wrong move and this moment will shatter. His hand started to wonder south. First to your chin, then to your neck, to which you sucked the air in deeper. Your reaction caused him to smile into your kiss, and while he gently wrapped his long, slender fingers around your neck, he also tugged on your lower lip. You immediately gave him permission to enter, your mind way too hazy to think straight. When your tongues met, he let out a long, slightly shaky breath. Up until now, he had no idea how much he craved this. Craved you.

His hold on your neck tightened as the kiss got more and more heated and less and less quiet while he pushed you to the wall. You placed one of your hands on his chest and with your other hand, you started playing with his hair.

As suddenly as he initiated, he broke the kiss. He pulled away. He ran his gaze through you, took in the sight of your shining eyes, your plump, reddened lips that was glistening from both of your saliva, and how his hand was perfectly fitting around your neck. Then, without saying anything, he left you there, in the silent, dim hallway, with your thoughts rushing.

thank you again for reading my work, hope you're having an awesome day! i really really hope you enjoy where this story is going ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ taglist: @halfbloodwriter @starrystormwritings @kspencer34 @maisyyyyyy @theseerbetweenus @throwaway-things @pleasantwitchgarden divider from @cafekitsune

[niconiconi-30]

OUR SONG | JJK | SERIES-masterlist

∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

A Jeon Junkook x original female character fanfiction.

ೃ⁀➷ blurb: There are songs about love. Each song has a story. Each story, in turn, is a love story. As for this, it's their story, their song...

or when Jungkook returns back to his life in Busan after 7 years, only to know there is a lot of unfinished business and feelings left to deal with.

ೃ⁀➷synopsis:

Book in his hands, a smug smile. "my star wars' jigsaw puzzle is less complicated than Eliza Benett-" handing down 'pride and prejudice' by Austen to her. "She's poetry, sir. you wont know" she fakes a smile. "and beauty is jane. i mean she's hot" "and men will be men" "ofcourse" a smirk "you can be Eliza, though" "and my Mr darcy?" he clears his throat, one knee bending "well, if you listen to me, my Eliza Benett, you have bewitched me body and soul, i love, i love, i love y-" "God. shut up."

✧.* relationships: f/m, m/m ✧.*characters: Jeon jungkook and OFC. kim namjoon, kim seokjin, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, min yoongi and other ofcs. other characters will be added if needed. ✧.* genre: rom-com, slice of life, coming-of-age, friendships ✧.* trope: second chances, childhood friends to lovers?

✧.* word count: soon

✧.* tags/warnings: male-female friendship, romance, small town AU, humor, sexual humor, light angst, fluff and angst, eventual smut, childhood friends, friends to lovers, misunderstanding, slow burn, possibly unrequited love, photographer jeon jungkook, artist kim taehyung, journalist OFC, lawyer park jimin, first dates, clubbing, minor character death, amusement parks, sexting, angst and hurt/comfort, family bonding, renuions, sad and tragic, idiots in love, clueless and hopeless people.

masterlist | playlist | moodboards | quotes

✧.*also on: ╰┈➤ao3 ╰┈➤wattpad

✧.* status: ongoing

✧.* taglist: open (send me an ask with your username)

▢ note: been stuck with this fic for like forever? because apparently when i am idle, i am just too free to do and finish everything and while i get stuck with studies, i forget everything and hence the author is absolutely unrealiable. this ff, was the first bts ff i ever wrote and still writing. certain things made me want to abandon this but now that i have some free time (and hopeless romantic hormones), i will give this a try to post and complete. it's going to be long and idk how long honestly but let's just get away with. enjoy <3

⎯⎯ ୨ CHAPTERS ୧ ⎯⎯

chapter 1 reverie- /reh-vr-ee/ (n.)- the state of being lost in one's own thoughts. a daydream.

chapter 2 illumoria- /il-leu-mo-ria/(n.)- the realization that every person has hidden parts of themselves. a light they rarely share.

chapter 3 echoverie- /e-co-ve-rie/(n.)-the haunting beauty of memories that resurface uninvited. cherished and painful.

chapter 4 tacenda- /ta-cen-dae/(n.)-things better left unsaid to be passed in silenced.

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

and more...

p.s: each chapter will start with a lyric of a particular song, that somehow resonates with the overall vibe and tone of the chapter. maybe not the entire song but certain specific lines. that's all.

[lostwysteria]

(Part 15. I put parts 1 through 10 on ao3. ShatteredAngel is my Username.

I fix it'd myself into a corner. I have no freaking clue what to do with Enlighter/God's Eye. I had Ling save Nice, Moon never faked her death, and Ling is already his own hero. Any suggestions for what I should do for episode 4?)

Masterlist

Shang Chao and Yang Cheng were staring at all of the recent news and photos of their old friend. 

“What in the world happened!?” Cheng exclaimed in bafflement. 

“This is what happens when we go on a media blackout vacation!” Chao put his head in his hands.

“He saved your life and then vanished, taking with him a sense of security we didn't even knew we had, and now pops back up again years later!” Cheng was pacing. “How did he save Nice’s life, anyways? No one seems to know. Just that it is on record that he did. Somehow that led to them living together?”

“People are also speculating that there is something romantic going on, too.” Shang Chao informed his long time partner.

“Oh my god. Not our innocent and pure mom friend.” 

Chao had to agree. Lin Ling had been a definite mother hen and was way too innocent and pure for the perfect pretty boy “We’ll have to catch him sometime. See what's up.”

“Something smells fishy with all of this.”

Little did they know it would be a while before they could. And under interesting circumstances.

…

“Be careful! Don't stab yourselves with the screws!” Lin Ling called from the kitchen. 

Nice and Wreck were tousling on the floor and arguing over how to put together a desk and shelf combo for the corner of the apartment that was becoming Ling’s craft storage area. Wreck had been the one to get it for him. 

Now he would have a place to store his yarn, hooks, stitch markers, yarn needles, and other materials on top of having a desk to do household management tasks like grocery lists and such. 

Ling had sighed in exasperation. Nice spoiling him was to be expected of the not quite sane hero. Wreck doing it was unexpected.

“Don't worry about the screws, I’m more worried about Kitten’s claws. Trim your nails, dude.” Wreck complained as he pinned the smaller male under him.

“Kiss me and maybe I will.” Nice teased.

Ling held back giggles at the couple and flushed a bit. The two were ridiculously attractive. 

“How are we feeling about tomorrow? Are you going to be able to focus?” Ling asked Nice. The next day was the staged kidnapping and rescue. Wreck's first step in ‘redemption’ in the eyes of the public. A few days before Wreck and Nice had a merry chase through the city as Wreck ‘escaped’ Hero Tower. They had come home late and both had hickeys all over and soaked from falling into a pond.

People were eating it up. They were on the edge of their seats in anticipation for what comes next.

“I still hate this! So many things could go wrong! If something happens I swear I will, as the kids say, crash out.” Nice warned.

Wreck choked. “Never say that again. Oh my god.”

Ling dried his hands and walked over to a sitting Nice. He sat himself right in his lap and buried his face in his neck. Nice was absolutely delighted. He was instantly purring up a storm. “I’ll be fine. I may be weaker than you, but I'm not helpless, you know. Trust me? It’ll be fine. Please?” Ling asked softly. The white haired man melted. 

“I know you can handle yourself. It's other people I don't trust. I need you both so much.” Nice shakily said. Wreck scooched over to them and wrapped his arm around Nice’s back.

“I won't let anything happen. You know that.” Wreck soothed.

“Alright. I’ll be able to focus as long as you're sure.” Nice agreed as he relaxed fully. His eyes lost that manic gleam that had risen to the surface.

Ling and Wreck shared a look after Nice buried his face in Ling's hair. Crisis averted. For now.

[highlordofkrypton]

CHAPTER 1 SUMMARY:

Tamlin has always had simple, vanilla relationships with women. Tamlin also can't stop watching hardcore gay BDSM porn, so much that he doesn't know if he can get off to anything else anymore. One day, he decides to join the fetish and kink dating app mastr to see if this is really what he wants or just a fantasy. The last thing he expects is to meet his dream man... who hasn't been online in 2 years.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I decided to change up the format of Johan Week 2025 @bloodyjohan and instead of starting/dropping fics on that week, I'm going to aim to finish them by that date. Most of what I'm sharing so far is already complete or nearly complete anyway! Hopefully, this helps inspire people who want to participate in the week get inspired 🙂‍↕️

TAGS: I was so insufferable the past few months about this, so I am tagging all of you who were teased. If anyone wants to be added/removed, lmk! @matrixsss @geniemillies @yaralulu @witch-and-her-witcher @trash-shrike @missbeehavior and I forget who else!!

READ UNDER THE CUT OR ON AO3

Create your account.

Tamlin’s thumb hovers over the link. All he has to do is click. Nothing difficult or scary about it. Everyone uses dating apps. Not like this. An account doesn’t commit him to anything, right? He just wants to look. A little peek never hurt anyone and well, fuck, with the shit he’s been watching lately, there’s nothing he can find here that he hasn’t already seen.

You’re overthinking this, he reprimands himself and just clicks.

His name is stupid, and he hopes no one he knows is on this app. FullBareBack is his username. Dumb as hell, but he thinks it’s on theme. He tells himself that anyone who appreciates his sense of humour is worth responding to. He opts not to put a photo, too shy to invite anyone to actually match with him.

What are you looking for?

More hovering.

Tamlin has only even been with women, but his browser history indicates a vested interest in the opposite sex. You don’t even have a picture. No one’s going to know it’s you. He selects ‘men’ and flips to the next page, as if that would allow him to continue living the lie. As soon as his profile is set up, Tamlin tosses the phone aside. It bounces on the sofa, innocuous, as if it didn’t hold his deepest, darkest secret. He scrubs his face with a groan. What if he found someone he was interested in? What if he found someone he knows? A friend? A classmate? Oh god, what if he found one of his brothers there? His father ? He scrubs his eyes. He’s losing his mind and he hasn’t even done anything yet. He could just forget the account and the app, like the hundred other junk accounts he has on random websites he’d signed up on for a measly ten percent discount.

He leaves the phone where it is for the next two hours. Tamlin cleans his small apartment, cooks a well-balanced meal that meets all his nutritional needs and helps him make weight for the season and when all is said and done, he just sits and stares . Not a single person in the world is pushing this onto Tamlin; the obligation is of his own making. Tamlin bounces his leg nervously, then grabs his phone as if it’ll get up and run from him at a moment’s notice.

There are all kinds of people on this app: men, women, non-binary, trans, singles, couples, married people trying to fulfill a need their partner won’t, people of all ethnicities and seemingly different backgrounds. Most of the photos include paraphernalia pertaining to the… app’s nature —gimp masks cover faces, chastity belts or full on… Tamlin can’t fight the blush on his face, but he can’t look away either. These people are more courageous than he is, and he envies them for being able to just give in.

Signing up for Mastr had been such a big step, but Tamlin doesn’t think he can cross the rest of that bridge. There are expectations placed on his shoulders. His parents are the picture perfect couple—beautiful, rich, blonde and conventional . He refuses to entertain any ideas of them in the bedroom, but just by the nature of his parents, how prim and proper they always are, he knows that they’re nothing but normal. What would they say if they found Tamlin yearning for a collar around his neck? If they saw his near-obsessive fascination of men tied to a St. Andrew’s cross, moaning as their backs are painted red with the kiss of a whip. 

His older brothers are equally flawless. Enfys is set to inherit their father’s business and his wedding was the social event of the year. Iolin doesn’t have time for a relationship, not with the innovations he is making in the medical field, or so, he says. Tamlin has seen the furtive glances between his brother and his research partner. On paper, Tamlin isn’t even that much of a black sheep. He took a year and a half sabbatical for philanthropic reasons, an idea his mother vehemently approved. He spent the other half of the year acclimating to coming back home, and now he’s finishing his last year in university by taking his team to the collegiate football championships. In all honesty, not a bad track record.

One wrong move and his entire world collapses the second this secret is out. On second thought, maybe his username is dumb because it’s so obvious.

He keeps swiping, slowly growing numb to the overt sex on the screen. Little by little, Tamlin realizes he may have been worrying about nothing. While he envies the people on his screen, he isn’t enticed. The submissives are too overt, and most of the doms have Tamlin cringing whenever he reads their bio, except—

This one. His heart skips a beat. Yes, he’s… everything.

The picture on the screen is nothing more than a man, from the neck down, in a crisp white button down shirt, glass of whiskey hanging from his fingers, and black slacks. The fit of the shirt is immaculate and Tamlin can tell that he’s in decent shape. The man is leaner than Tamlin, but his forearm is well defined and his chest looks… uh, solid . His eyes shift to the bio, praying for the worst. Johan, 42, hardcore D/M, casual only. Simple. Straight to the point. Tamlin should be sighing in relief, but instead his heart is hammering harder in his chest. He wasn’t planning to find someone he was actually interested in. He doesn’t know what to do. His leg starts bouncing with worry again.

Last online 2 years ago.

Tamlin frowns—wait, no, he shouldn’t because this is good . ‘Johan’ probably already found a partner and uninstalled the app. Maybe he could use this as… practice? He doesn’t expect a reply, but if ‘Johan’ was still around, what would he say? He clicks the message with the confidence of a man who knows no consequences.

Hi. Are you still looking for a partner?  

Equally simple, Tamlin thinks someone with that kind of straightforward bio would appreciate this a lot more than some kind of come on. He smiles to himself, hitting send. He sits there, smug, because he’s done something terribly naughty and daring.

The gray status bubble blinks bright green. The colour drains from Tamlin’s face.

JOHAN

I don’t date children.

Tamlin blinks, reading the message. It’s not—it’s not what he expected?

I’m twenty-five. That’s way over the legal age, Tamlin types back quickly, mildly offended.

JOHAN

To me, you are a child. What do you want?

TAMLIN

I was just checking if you were still looking for a partner. Guess not.

JOHAN

Send pics.

Oh, this is getting worse by the minute. Tamlin panics and starts moving around the apartment trying to find the right spot to take a picture. He’s not good at taking pictures. All the ones he has are either professional—too formal—or family photos—too personal. He could take one now, but the only pose that comes to mind is shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror and that can’t possibly be what a guy like Johan is looking for.

“Fuck!” He shouts. 

An idea strikes him as he furiously texts the group chat with his friends, the one he never replies to. I need help, he says, and everyone immediately starts making fun of him. Please. Don’t ask why, but I need a good picture of me. Cassian starts asking why, and Lucien just isn’t answering. The only photos Feyre has are group photos or photos with her. Even if they dated years ago, Tamlin doesn’t want to give this guy the wrong idea. 

His phone chimes, a private text from Lucien with a single attachment.

LUCIEN

This one. It’s you in a nutshell, and you look great in it.

In the picture, Tamlin is grinning, holding a football in hand. He seems like he was on the cusp of throwing the ball, and he recognizes the location from last summer’s barbecue at Lucien’s family estate. He looks good, dressed in casual wear. Most importantly, he looks comfortable. Happy. It’s perfect.

TAMLIN

Where do you get this?

LUCIEN

I took it. Figured you might need some candids when you finally got on the apps. That’s why you’re asking, right?  

Lucien has always been so damn perceptive, but for some reason, that doesn’t scare Tamlin. He trusts Lucien completely.

TAMLIN

Thank you.

LUCIEN

If it works out, do I get to meet them?

TAMLIN

Let me start with the first step, please.

LUCIEN

Haha, you got this. Just be yourself.

He saves the photo and sends it over to ‘Johan’, afraid that he might have wasted so much time that this feels like a scam. What if he’s mistaken for a bot? Tamlin waits impatiently, staring at the screen and waiting for ‘typing…’ to appear. When it does, Tamlin can’t breathe. 

JOHAN

When can we meet?

[pengweng-quack]

Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 12/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Leave your thoughts (or don't, your choice) in the comments, I enjoy reading through your thoughts :)

Word Count: 2587 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: drinking

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“And I promise that starting today, I will never leave you.” Carlisle whispered, pulling away from the hug and softly kissing her on the lips

With the kiss serving as a quiet declaration of his unwavering devotion and love, he hadn't expected Celine's reaction. A mixture of need, hope, and nostalgia rushed through him as their lips connected. He gave the gentle embrace his whole being in that brief instant, hoping she would know how deeply devoted he was.

Their hearts beat in unison, creating a tapestry of unfulfilled promises and shared memories with every beat. He lingered in the last of their connection's warmth as they parted, silently hoping that she had sensed his love's resonance resonating deep within her.

Pulling away from the kiss, Carlisle gently wiped away the tears that stained Celine’s cheeks, ensuring to leave tender pecks after each tear was wiped away, a silent reassurance of his presence and affection.

“I want to properly court you.” Carlisle whispered, their face only mere centimeters away from touching again

“I didn’t do it properly the first time. But I want to show efforts in pursuing you, I want to show you that I’m actually into you instead of just being with you because of this vampire mate thing. I want to show you just how much I am yours.” He continued, leaving small kisses around Celine’s face

Celine felt like laughing at Carlisle right now. She found it ironic that he hadn't considered the possibility that she was simply prioritizing her own well-being. She considered herself to be a rational woman, and she knew that her best course of action for the time being was to remain with the Cullens until the Volturi fiasco was resolved, at which point she planned to leave them.

Because why would she stay with beings that showed her how easy it was for them to leave her?

Everyone knew and agreed that the best decision now was to get Celine to live with them, prioritizing both her safety and her gradual adjustment to their way of life prior to her transformation. Carlisle graciously offered his room to her, allowing her to design it however she likes so that she’ll have a piece of her humanity in their home.

The people at the hospital slowly figured out that Doctor Cullen and Nurse Celine have gone back to their old ways, with Carlisle even going back and using his side of the office. No one knew what was going on between the two of them, all they knew was that Nurse Celine appeared slightly friendlier toward everyone compared to her demeanor before Carlisle's return.

Celine’s nonchalance to Carlisle was something that he couldn’t ignore though. She was kind to everyone at home, but when it comes to him, there’s this subtle coldness that Carlisle could feel. She was quick to engage herself in a conversation with any of them when they get home, and when he’s about to initiate any conversations with her, she was quick to call it a night.

Celine rarely reached out to him in regard of being a vampire as well, always choosing to ask Edward or Rosalie about the diet and all that she would need to know once she becomes one of them. It lightly stung his feelings that Celine wasn’t asking him questions instead but he didn’t worry much, thinking that Edward and Rosalie are just better at giving objective answers to her questions than he would probably be.

Because why would he be concerned when he has all of eternity to win her heart again?

~~

After a successful surgery resulting in the patient's discharge with just a scar, Doctor Cullen extended an invitation to everyone involved in the operation for a night out. Something that even Celine couldn’t get a grasp of why he was doing it.

“You all deserve it.” Carlisle only replied with a shrug when Celine asked, sending her a smile before reading the report about the surgery.

“You don’t even drink? Or eat for that matter.” Celine asked, sitting on the chair opposite of his

“When has that been an issue for us?” He asked back, averting his gaze away from his laptop and to her, his eyebrow raised

“I mean, what if they notice?” Celine asked

“Then I’ll just say that I’m your designated driver for the night.” Carlisle answered like he’s already thought of that specific alibi “Maybe I’ll even drive them home if they’re beyond definition of drunk.”

“I’m sure Nurse Grace would love that.” Celine said, pulling the laptop so she could have a read of the report

Celine pretends to not notice the nurses' evident enthusiasm whenever Carlisle is present. She remains seemingly indifferent to the way Carlisle's angelic smiles brighten their days, purposely ignoring the fact that his smile is wider when directed to her. She always just ignores the bubble of jealousy forming in her whenever he does that, deciding to just focus on her job.

‘Because why would it matter if he flirted back to them or not? It’s not like I cared.’ Her mind would always remind her

“Jealous?” Carlisle asked playfully, teasing in his tone

“Just telling you, don’t assume too much.” Celine replied cooly, ignoring Carlisle

‘You have a plan, stick to it.’ Her mind hissed to her. Though the blush forming on her cheeks says otherwise

“You have nothing to worry for, my love.” Carlisle comforted, standing up and going in front of her, towering over Celine as she was seated on the chair “I am all yours.”

“I know.” Celine replied quietly, still focused on the report and purposely ignoring how her heart is beating faster at his declaration

“I love saying that I’m all yours.” He replied with a grin on his face, kneeling to be on the same height as she was “Makes me feel complete.”

“Don’t be too dependent on me.” Celine warned him. She wanted to hurt him, but not to the extent of him reaching Edward status when Bella was still human and was presumed dead.

“You make it hard to not be.”

The day of the celebration has come, with everyone in the operation talking about it in the group chat. Celine opted to ride with Carlisle, eliciting a smile from him as they made their way to the agreed-upon bar for the gathering

The same bar that held Celine and Carlisle’s first date.

The rest of the family all watched as Carlisle’s car grew smaller in the distance, a smile on their face as they could see Celine slowly warm up to Carlisle again. They only had 6 months until her 30th birthday, and it seemed like Celine hasn’t really warmed up to the idea of being a vampire, only seeing it as a responsibility that she had to take for everyone’s safety.

“Do you think that 6 months will be enough?” Bella asked quietly, looking at Edward

“If Alice’s vision doesn’t change, then 6 months will be more than enough for Celine to welcome Carlisle back into her heart. Which would make the transformation less of a responsibility for her but more of a desire to spend eternity with him.” Edward answered his wife earnestly

Edward hid Celine’s plan from everyone, confident in Carlisle's ability to regain her trust and affection. However, observing the slow progress between them and Celine's persistent intention to leave Carlisle and their family once the Volturi threat diminished, Edward recognized the need for action.

“Family meeting.” Edward called loudly, getting everyone that was about to do their own thing to immediately go to the living room

The four of them were enjoying the night out and Carlisle felt happy that his initiation was the cause of it. Celine, Sean, Eunice, and Grace were sharing a bottle of vodka, but he couldn't overlook the fact that Celine seemed to be consuming more shots of vodka than the others, despite their shared bottle.

“No drinkin’ tonight, Doc?” Grace asked him, passing a glass for him to drink “One shot wouldn’t hurt.”

“Not a drinker.” Celine answered in a matter-of-fact tone for him, grabbing the glass that she was offering to Carlisle and drinking it “Learned that when we went out on a date.”

Sean, Eunice, and Grace all exchanged surprised glances, causing Celine to furrow her eyebrows in confusion at them as to why they looked at her like that, before realizing what she accidentally just said

“Whoops?” Celine asked, a sheepish grin on her face as she looked at Carlisle

“I did ask her out on a date.” Carlisle continued for her, knowing that her drunken state would not be able to find a proper alibi on what she said “Just one, then I backed away. I realized that I wasn’t ready for the love that she deserves.”

“Is that why you left?” Sean asked curiously

“No, that’s a different discussion. A very private one.” Carlisle answered, his eyes following Celine as she goes past the line of tipsy

“I wish you didn’t leave.” Celine muttered so quietly that Sean, who was next to her, didn’t hear her

“You are so drunk.” Eunice laughed at her, giggling as Celine grabs the whole bottle and chugged a lot of it before putting it down on the table

“Maybe if I was drunk, I’ll forget things.” Celine joked with a drunken smile on her face. But Carlisle can see behind her drunken smile that her eyes held so much pent-up emotions

"I remember how fuckin’ cold you got when Doc Carlisle bounced those first couple weeks." Grace started, getting Celine to sit up and look at her with don’t-you-dare eyes

“Tell me, I’m curious.” Carlisle said, flashing a smile to Grace that was sure to get her to tell the story that she started to tell, to Celine’s dismay

“She was so cold and strict.” She started before taking another shot of the drink

“You know, she's gotten all...like, real calculating since you split. Too smart, too tough to handle, Doc. And, like, even though we all can't stand Doc Daniel, he's the only one who can really get under her skin, you know? Like, brings out some different vibe from her, not just all authority and stuff. She was pretty rational before, but now? It felt like you took her heart with you when you left.”

“Grace, that’s enough.” Sean warned her. Carlisle was so engrossed with what Grace what saying that he didn’t notice Celine finish the remaining content of the bottle of vodka that they had and had ordered a second one already

Carlisle stood up immediately and carried his chair to sit next to Celine, her blood still being intoxicating but also had a hint of something else in it because of the alcohol. She was quiet, and her face was redder than usual. She glanced at Carlisle, managing a loopy grin before resting her head on Sean's shoulder.

“Tired?” Carlisle asked Celine softly, fixing the strand of her hair that fell in front of her face

“Drunk.” Sean answered for her playfully “I think you should take her home.”

Carlisle scooped Celine up with his arms, letting her rest on his chest.

“Keep the tab open for the night, all your drinks tonight are on me.” He told the three, earning cheers from them “I’ll take her home and call it a night for myself, I think.”

“All goods boss.” Eunice teased, mock saluting to him “Thank you for making sure that we’re all off tomorrow too.”

“Anything for my team.” Carlisle said to them with a smile, before standing up and smiling goodbye to them.

Carlisle quickly walked to his car, making sure that he gets Celine in the car all buckled up before he even gets in to drive home.

“Have I told you that you’re a really shit person right now, Grace?” Celine mumbled as Carlisle started the car to drive them home “He didn't need to hear that. Honestly, I doubt he'd give a damn about it anyway.”

“Why do you think that?” Carlisle asked her

“Because I just know.” Celine answered, crossing her arms and letting out a huff of anger “He walked away from me so easily, why would he give a damn about what I've become since he left?”

“Did you ever know why he left?” He asked her again.

Despite feeling conflicted, Carlisle knew he needed to seize this opportunity to understand Celine's true feelings. He felt compelled to understand her true emotions, even if it meant facing the painful reality of that he was losing her.

Hell, he’ll even fight the Volturi if it offered even a glimmer of hope for Celine to be able to retain her humanity.

“He said something about needing to protect me or whatever.” She answered

“You know what was messed up? I needed him more than he needed me! I needed him every time I wanted coffee because he’s the only one that knows the specific measurements for my taste. I needed him every time I would get any sort of sprain on my body, because he always knew what to do to ease me, and because I knew that if I ever fell, he’d be there to catch me, always. I needed him when I felt insecure, because— damn it, he never gave me a reason to doubt or question myself.”

“I needed him, in so many ways that I wish I knew how to express.” She cried in her seat, covering her face “I didn’t need protecting, I just needed him.”

“Did you love him?” Carlisle asked again

“God— I wish there was a deeper word than love that I can use to tell him what my heart screams.” She sobbed, taking deep breaths in attempt to stop her tears from flowing

“He was so gentle, so kind, so patient. He lifted me up so high, I felt like I was flying from all the love that he showered me with.” She continued, her words digging deeper into Carlisle, making him realize just how much he actually fucked up

“He came back though, didn’t he?” Carlisle asked, wondering what she thought of that

“For an obligation to me.” Celine drunkenly laughed “He wouldn’t have come back anymore if he didn’t need to.”

Carlisle wanted to argue, tell her that she was wrong, tell her that she was never an obligation to him. But he understood that this was coming from a place of pent-up anger, and the fact that he did leave her.

“What do you plan now?” Carlisle asked quietly, slowing down to hear what she has to say before they get home

“I wanted to hurt him.” Celine answered, wiping the tear streams that were on her cheeks “But whenever I see him, whenever I feel his tenderness, whenever I feel his love for me, it’s like my mind stops for a second to question if I was doing the right thing. If hurting him the way that he hurt me was the right way to go.”

“Do you still love him?” Carlisle asked, some sort of hopefulness in him

“Not once did I stop.” Celine answered drunkenly, a grin forming on her face “It’ll always be him. No man will be able to love me the way he did.”

“Do you want to hurt him?” He asked as he sees the house in view, realizing that Celine will one way or another figure out that it wasn’t Grace that was talking to her this whole time

“I have to. It's the only way I'll feel better about everything.” Celine answered, a strain in her tone as she says it.

Carlisle couldn't help but hope that the strain in Celine's voice was a sign that she didn't want to hurt him. Perhaps, buried beneath her words, there was a glimmer of reluctance, a flicker of hesitation that hinted at her true feelings.

[buddivorce]

hi guys i'm rereading this two-part series for the fourth(?) time and i needed to share it

Eddie vs. Romance by allyasavedtheday / @littlespoonevan

it's always on the tip of my tongue

“You wanna talk about it?” Buck asks after a beat. He doesn’t drink his beer. Eddie doesn’t either. It’s a crutch, mostly. A pretence, so that if the conversation gets too deep, too fast they can blame it on the alcohol. Eddie appreciates it.

As he thinks about Buck’s question he wonders where to start. He’s told Buck some of it, the important parts, but not- not what compelled him to do any of it in the first place. In the end, he can only think of one thing.

Swallowing around the lump clogging his throat, he says, “I don’t think I know how to be in love anymore.”

—

The first part which explores Eddie and his complex history and understanding of romance.

an inch away from more than just friends

“I think Eddie’s in love with me.”

She gapes at him, mouth working for a response that doesn’t come until Chimney beats her to it.

“Eddie’s what?”

Maddie claps her mouth shut, stepping aside to let Buck through. Chimney’s on the floor in the living room with Jee playing with her tea set.

“You’re not involved in this conversation,” Buck says, pointing at him. “It’s your fault in the first place for even putting the idea in my head.”

Maddie apparently finally finds her voice, appearing at Buck’s side and looking between them. “I’m sorry, what? How did Chim put the idea in your head?”

“Him and Hen!” Buck exclaims, waving a hand. “They told me I should pay attention to how much Eddie wants to be around me.”

“And you took that to mean he’s in love with you?” Chimney asks incredulously.

(In which Buck has a clipboard and a list and is about to romance the hell out of Eddie Diaz.)

—

The second part which is much lighter, like a treat after diving into Eddie's psyche. From Buck's POV and happens to include one of my favorite romance quotes ever written.

———

these two fics together make up one of my favorite eddie character studies + buddie stories ever put to paper from my favorite buddie author, allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan), whose ao3 username autofills when i begin typing it on my phone. it's short, just about 28k words together, and both parts are rated T. if you give it a shot and truly hope you enjoy :)

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 9th

Day 9: Slutwear, Squirting/Cumshots, Prostitution/Camming/Sex-for-Service

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Camming, technically sex work, voyeurism, sex toys, breast play, masturbation, dom/sub undertones, slight obsession

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The camera light blinks on, making you take a deep breath and adjust the lacy mask that completely conceals the upper half of your face. Last week, it had been a pretty rhinestone cat mask, but you had wanted something gothically sexy for the first day you are camming in October. 

“Hello.” You lick your lips, tasting the fruity lip gloss that you had thought would look good on the camera feed for your customers. The chat bar, where the users that are in your Cam ‘room’ can send you messages or just talk amongst themselves. There’s only one username here tonight and you see that he had paid for a private session. 

Whiskey. You had heard his voice a few times and imagined a cowboy from the top of his Stetson to the bottom of his boots. “Whiskey.” 

****

Jack groans in anticipation as the feed connects, catching the first sight of Kinkygirl4U. 

It had been a whim, a lonely, spur of the moment thing but since that first visit to the cam room, he’s been hooked. Eager to see you move, talk, fuck yourself. Touch yourself. 

No one at Statesman knows about this, they can’t know about it. It’s his dirty little secret, staying home when he could prowl the bars. Watching a computer screen when he could be sliding into bed with whatever woman he had charmed. 

The fact was, he was bored of that. It had lost its appeal. He was so tired of chasing women that he was going to forget their faces before he slipped out their front door. The endless flirting and one night stands. He knew he wasn’t going to commit, he couldn’t. 

Stumbling upon your page had happened by accident. Searching porn one night when the invite for a cam room popped up. It had been intriguing enough to click on and he had been pushed into your room just as soon as he had entered his credit card information. 

You had been perfect. A mix of innocent and vixen that had his cock throbbing as you touched yourself and interacted with the other people that were watching. Watching along with them as you made yourself cum, talked about your sexual experience and laid yourself literally bare in front of him. 

It had been the beginning for him. Every chance he had, he had logged on to watch you. Memorizing your broadcast times so he could make sure that he was in front of a computer. He had even locked his office door and watched you a few times when he was working at Statesman in New York. 

Jack turns on the mic and chuckles quietly. “Hello, Kinkygirl.” He purrs. “You sure look pretty in that mask.” There’s nothing else that you are wearing tonight, so he can’t complement your pretty lingerie, but your tits look mouthwatering. 

You giggle for him, something that is most likely practiced, but it sounds real and he can indulge in the fantasy that you are actually preening for him. 

“Whiskey, you naughty boy. You bought out the show tonight.” You playfully chastise him, but there is a grin on your face and your hand slides up to cup your tits and push them towards the camera. “Didn’t want to share, hum?” 

“Sure didn’t, sugar.” He grunts, drinking in the sight of you greedily and reaching for the overly large belt buckle that has a flask on it. Needing to free his already hard cock. “Want you all to myself. That’s alright, ain’t it?” 

You hum playfully, tilting your head up in thought even as you brush your thumbs over those perky nipples of yours. You know that Whiskey likes your breasts, he always wants you to touch them or pinch your nipples. Apparently a tit man behind his screen. “Of course it is, baby.” You decide, letting out a soft moan when your nipples are achingly hard and the pressure of your thumb turns slightly painful against it. 

Jack groans, loving how your back arches and your eyes flutter behind the mask. Just once, he would want to see all of your face. Even resisting the urge to have you found using Statesman resources. This is just for him, you think that he’s just some normal man and he likes it. 

“Good.” He grunts, flicking the button of his jeans open and sighing in relief. He can see, but there’s a certain sense of anonymity that he enjoys. You know a username, a code name of a code name in life’s little irony. “Why don’t you show me how wet you are, sugar? I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day.” He coos.

Smirking when you immediately lean back and start to spread your legs, willing to give him anything that he wants. It’s a rush for him, telling you to perform and you do it so prettily. Groaning when he sees how wet your folds are as you angle the camera down to let him get an up close view. 

“That’s a fucking pretty cunt.” He praises, pulling his cock out of his jeans and reaching for the lotion. He’s pretty much having to keep a bottle close by when he’s got you on his screen. Broadcasted to him in vivid color and 4K resolution. “So sexy, sugar. You love touching your little clit, don’t cha?”

He hisses when he wraps his hand around his dick, the lotion much cooler than your cunt would be. Watching as you breathlessly pant and start to touch yourself. He will watch whatever you want to do, eager to just devour you and he coos praises as he strokes himself. 

“Pretend you’re with a lover, sugar. Show me how you would ride a dick.” You have a toy, a dildo that you suction to the mirror that you have laying on your bed. Letting him see how it looks as you ride it through the reflection and he has been wanting to see it again since the first time he had seen it. 

You obey without even questioning it, making him twitch in his hand when he watches the thick pink silicone of the toy disappear inside you, watching your lips stretch around it and wondering if it feels as good as the real thing for you. “Oh fuck, sugar, that feel good?” He asks. “Bet it feels so good inside that little cunt. Nice and tight. That toy thick enough or do you like it thicker?” 

He’s pretty fucking girthy so he’s imagining how you would whine as you slowly sink down on his cock. Coming through the screen and straddling him in his chair. 

“It’s so good.” Your breathy moans are turned all the way up so he can hear every hitch in your voice. Never being turned on like then when someone is moaning in his ear. 

“That’s it, sugar. Ride it for Whiskey.” He moans out, eyes fixed on the screen where you are literally giving him his own private porno. Like those peep-show booths, but this is even better. It’s obviously in your room, where you live and relax when you aren’t filming. 

You are magnificent as you pleasure yourself in front of the camera, for him. Whimpering out his username as you start to bounce on the toy. He wonders what you are imagining. Are you imagining some version of him? Are you thinking about what you are going to do after, what errands you have to run? He’s so used to wearing his own mask when he is on a mission that he’s apparently more comfortable with you than with a person in the flesh. His little cam girl. 

Jack moans, cumming from the sight of your tits bouncing and the pressure of his cock. Covering his shirt and pants with his release as you start to cum yourself. Slowly working himself through his pleasure as you cry and shake over the toy before you stop moving. Pulling off of the toy and panting as you move closer to the camera. “How was that, Whiskey?” You ask breathlessly. 

Your face is sweaty and your eyes filled with passion or pleasure, that part he hasn’t quite figured out yet, but he will. Next time. “Perfect, sugar.” Jack murmurs through the internet connection that links you together. “Just perfect.” 

[zoemillinwrites]

Oh Zoe, I have to say, you’ve truly outdone yourself with today’s chapter. It was one of the most beautiful, heart-wrenching things I’ve ever read, and I was left absolutely sobbing. Much like Remus, I don’t feel brave enough yet to reveal more of me and write this on AO3 with my own username, so sending this as an anonymous message (maybe one day I’ll find the courage).

As someone who experienced sexual assault the very first time I was ever intimate with someone, I can’t express how much your depiction of the shame that lingers for years meant to me. I’ve always struggled to put it into words, but the way you captured it shattered my heart in the most validating, healing way. It made me feel so incredibly seen.

When someone’s only experience of intimacy has been a violation, it’s so hard to believe we deserve something different, to believe we deserve gentleness, or pleasure, or someone who won’t hurt us. And as much as we want to explain, as much as we want to trust our partner, it’s not as simple as loving someone and not being afraid. The paranoia, the fear of not being understood or of being hurt again — it doesn’t vanish just because we want it to.

I’m sorry for rambling, but I needed to say thank you. Thank you for treating this subject with such care, and for putting into words something I’ve always felt was beyond description. You’ve made me cry harder than anything I’ve ever read on AO3 and not just for Remus, but for myself. For something that, like him, was taken from me and can never be returned. But somehow, you helped me mourn it in a way that felt beautiful. You helped me believe that there are words for this kind of grief and that I’m not alone.

Thank you for creating something so moving, so safe, and so important. I know I’m not the only one who feels that way. ❤️❤️❤️

hi anon❤️ thank you for reading the most recent update and for sharing this with me.

i'm so sorry to hear about your history with sexual assault - it's such a difficult thing to understand and put words to, as you said. there's no easy answers & no right way to move forward from something like that. but, truly, thank you for leaving me this message and putting your heart out there even via anon message or otherwise.

when i decided i wanted the bite to operate as a metaphor for SA in brave face, i made a choice very early on to try to articulate the pain and aftermath of a life-changing event like that with as much honesty as i could. while some fics serve as escapism from that kind of trauma (which is just as important!), i don’t think that’s ever really been the tone i’ve set for BF. i felt that if i was going to include SA as a theme, i had a responsibility to be authentic in how the fic explores intimacy, identity, and relationships, and as you said, the paranoia, the fear of not being understood, or of being hurt again doesn’t vanish just because you want it to. i wanted this fic to be about that. i wanted it to be about how normal people struggle with trauma and guilt and anger and complicated feelings around intimacy, and how those feelings don’t make them bad people.

i’ll be honest, because the fic has grown a little, i was absolutely a nervous wreck posting this update. it’s scary! i worried about going too far and about pulling my punches, or that i was writing something no one would understand, or that people would not give remus the grace & empathy he so clearly deserves. so this note really means a lot to me, and it makes me feel very seen too <3

all in all, thank you so very much. it's an honor to hear that my writing has connected with you and helped you in the way it has. that's more than i could ever have imagined for anything that i've ever written. i hope you know that you're absolutely not alone with the experiences you've had and that there are many people out there who share the same feelings you do. <3 my dms are always open x

[bluedalahorse]

posting fic snippets out of a desperate need to feel something (that isn’t stress)

There are more real things to be stressed about, and then there are also things to be personally stressed about, like the camping trip I will be away chaperoning from Wednesday to Friday. I do not particularly love to be away from home or disruptions to my routine.

I had hoped to finish the fanfic I was working on before I left, because then I could just avoid my email inbox and my AO3 account and not constantly refresh to see if anyone decided to read my fic. But! That did not happen. It probably won’t happen because I still have the last scene to finish and those always take me too long.

I still want to share a little bit of fic though, so I think I’ll post some of the raw unedited text from today’s work. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Anyway have some post-university pre-second-chance-saraugust, I guess.

Usually driving home—or in this case, driving back to the temporary apartment she’s renting this week—is a way for Sara to decompress after long days on set. She can put on music or an audiobook, or call Simon and Felice. Sara wants nothing more than to recap the last ten hours to one of them, just so they can reassure her she isn’t overreacting. But Simon and Wilhelm are catching up with Rosh and Ayub over pizza and boardgames, and tonight is one of the nights Felice works late in her food truck.

Mamma? Things are better with Mamma lately, but she’d still tell Sara to not read too much into the directors’ and writers’ decisions. Pappa might understand better, if he’s sober, but Sara doesn’t want to reach out unless she’s certain he is.

What is she thinking? It’s not like she can go too far into the behind-the-scenes details of Age of Liberty, anyway, since the production team made her sign an NDA, and that means no venting.

When Sara returns to her temporary rental, the kitchen lights are too bright. They’re the same lights as yesterday, so she must be overstimulated. She flicks them off and on a few times trying to decide if she can stand them, before she finally lets the square yellow light of the microwave faintly illuminate the room instead. Then, Sara scrolls through her phone as the starchy, comforting smell of pasta fills the air.

Instagram provides the usual array of photographic distractions: the girls’ football team Rosh coaches, the award-winning hibiscus cake from Felice’s dessert menu, the too many ads for hair care products and earplugs and soft clothing and tropey novels. That’s mixed in with occasional news articles about climate change, as well as infographics from other neurodivergent influencers with bullet points about masking or proprioception or social scripts. Sara lets the images blur before her eyes and the letters in usernames turn into meaningless shapes, until a familiar expression—one that habitually holds back grief—causes her thumb to finally stop swiping.

It’s the official instagram of the Crown Prince of Sweden. August’s most recent post shows him working at a desk, head bowed over a neat stack of papers. He’s gripping a pen and wearing glasses, but he isn’t writing on the paper. The glasses are new and make him look serious. To his left is a tablet-sharped therapy light. That’s even newer, and it washes August’s face in a muted silver glow. Sara wonders if anyone will recognize the light’s true purpose.

Then she reads the caption: As the hours of daylight grow shorter, many Swedes show increased symptoms of depression. Don’t forget to spend time outdoors, and reach out to your medical provider if you are experiencing persistent low moods or feelings of hopelessness. Take care.

The microwave beeps as Sara reaches the last two words of the post. She puts her phone away as she extracts her pasta and sits down at the table to eat. After an initial few bites, her mind fills up with questions. Is the post meant to be a simple public health message? Or is there a more personal meaning behind it?

She shouldn’t be ruminating this much when August is her ex, and for good reasons, but after a long day—one where Sara’s surroundings had her thinking about August anyway—can she really help it?

After Sara moves her empty pasta bowl to the sink, she returns to her phone. The photo has disappeared from her feed when she opens the app again, which doesn’t surprise her. When Sara navigates over to the Crown Prince’s official account, however, the photo isn’t there either.

Someone had it deleted. Probably some social media manager who works for the royal court.

The palace loves it when you promote sympathetic causes, Wilhelm once told Sara. As long as the sympathetic cause you promote has no connection to you whatsoever.

[fruittriobrainrot]

♡ Intro Post / Blog Intro : ♡

Hi! So this is going to be my pinned post since, I've changed a little bit since my first post ever.

I'm Orange and use I she/her! I have autism so if it seems like I'm oddly hyperfixated on certain Mincraft charecters or creators... that's why! I'm a (SFW) pet and age regressor. My special interests are Outsiders smp, Empires smp season 1, Squiddo, and Apokuna. My current hyperfixations are Ashswag glitch duo/Squidswag, and punk stuff (music, history, style, DIYs, and politics). My other intrests that are more tame are Lifesteal smp, Laurenzside, Kabodle smp, and certain games (free, indie, mobile, horror games; Minecraft; Animal Crossing New Horizons; Gach Club/Gach Life 2/Gacha Nox; and Still Wakes the Deep)

Main DNI : Proshippers, Endos, Pro Endos, TERFS, Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Pro A.I. art, A.I. prompter/call yourself an A.I. artist, MAPs, aspie supremecy

Other DNI: Please DNI if your blog is sexual as I usually am regressed while using Tumblr.

I write fanfics on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same username.

If you ever see HellDuoBrainrott in Apokuna or Ashswag's chat, hiiii! That's me!! (You might see me in other chats but those two are the ones I'm the most active in chat on.)

If you have requests for YIPPEEs, SFW agere/petre fanfics, or mood boards from my fandoms, absolutly go for it and sen in an ask! If you want to talk to me, I love to talk to people!!

I'm in the riot grrrl/riot ghoul subcultre of punk and I love to talk about it to anyone who'll listen!!

Little heads up! My blog may not be suitible for all people, especially from the agere and petre communities as I cuss a lot, will sometimes get political, and don't consume kid media while regressed.

I am also a very unconventional lesbian as I bind, want top surgery, don't shave my mustache (or anywhere really), am Ace, am Arospec, and am in a QPR, and I support my fellow lesbians that are like me (Aspec lesbian; lesbians who bind, want top surgery, etc; and lesbians who are in or want to be in QPRs) or even more unconventional [transmasc lesbians, he/him lesbians, polyamours lesbians, bisexual/straight lesbians (people who are only lesbian either romantically or sexually and and not are straight or bisexual the other way), non-binary lesbians, etc]. Point is, if you can't deal with queerness not fitting in boxes then you probably won't like me.

I miss the MOGAI days, but love the LGBTQIA+ community all the same!

Mainly what I'll do here is reblog my favorite stuff, share my art, and post regressed ramblings.

If you need me to clear anything up feel free to send an ask, send a dm/pm, reblog, or comment and I'll try to get back to you!

:)

[nonbinaryautisticfanficfanatic]

Apollo Justice fanfiction request

This is a request for a fanfiction. I don't know how to write fanfiction but I have an idea of what I want. I might update it once in a while if I think of something else I want in it. I want it posted on ao3. The tags below need to be in the work. You can add more but I want those tags in the work. Please, no major character death or graphic depictions of violence. Also no investigations spoilers. I want a fic where Apollo Justice, for a reason that is likely trauma, is selectively mute. I say selectively mute because I still want his chords of steel. The conditions of his muteness are that because of trauma, he doesn't trust anyone or he thinks that if he talks, bad things happen so he doesn't talk at all. You can add panic attacks. You can be as creative with his backstory as you want as long as the characters don't know what it is yet. Exception to this could be clay terren. But he dies anyway. He lets people know what he wants by writing in a notebook. Or by acting out what he wants, leading to funny moments of people trying to guess what he wants, with the two wrights being bad at charades. Or the best form of communication, paper airplanes accurately thrown to the person's head. And yes, he can still make sounds, so he can scream, gasp, whine, squeak, etc. So if someone were to bring up magic panties, expect a loud whine from Apollo in response. But as he comes out of his shell and trusts people more, he starts talking. I want mainly klaivar to bring him out of his shell but in a nice supportive manner. And slowly they fall in love with each other. If you make them have sex, make Apollo the bottom. Trucy helps Apollo too. She is okay with the fact that Apollo doesn't speak. She is happy to advocate for Apollo. She tries to help by talking for Apollo but she doesn't even get close to what Apollo wants to say, leading to funny moments. She can still prank and make fun of him but never in a bad way. If you can reference this video, that would be great. Phoenix Wright is also supportive. I don't want you to make him an asshole. I want Phoenix to basically be Apollo's dad. Phoenix never forces Apollo to talk but tells him that he'll be there for Apollo. I think he'll make jokes of "what that, timmy stuck in a well" or other jokes like that. Don't worry it's all in good fun. I don't know how Miles will come into play. Maybe he'll be awkward but trying to help Apollo. You can make Phoenix and edgeworth married if you want. Or just boyfriends. But they need to be together. Kristoph is of course going to be an ass. He unfortunately is going to be a abusive, manipulative little shit to Apollo. Trying to rip his notebook and beating the shit out of the cat. Always forcing Apollo to talk like the asshole he is. Being a ableist piece of shit. I want the storyline to be the same as the game. From the first trial of Apollo Justice to end either at the end of the game or the end of the trilogy. Sorry if this sounds like too much work. Also I want Apollo's cat to be like a service animal. What tasks that the cat can do is up to you. In the beginning of the fic, I want the first word in front of people that Apollo says to be "gotcha." Which shocks everyone in court, including himself. Because of that, lets everyone know that he has the ability of talking but can't talk. Also judge at first doesn't understand why Apollo doesn't talk but later tries to accommodate for him. All the prosecutors are assholes about Apollo not talking, except for klaivar and edgeworth. You can make the title of the fic whatever you want. I want the fanfiction to be complete, so if you think you can't finish, no worries. And again sorry if this sounds like too much work. You don't have to do it, you can always just let someone else do it. When you are finished, or have started, please share to me and credit me for the prompt. Ao3 username is same as tumblr. Comment or message directly for any questions. Thank you and I hope to see your work.

[yusukekitagawastan]

Break Time (Gohan x Fem Reader)

Word count: 2012

Cross-posted on AO3/username: Starmanjr94

-Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, talks about getting caught/walked-in on

You knew Gohan’s schedule like the back of your hand. So, you knew today he had no classes to teach, and was at the university purely for his academic work. Which is why by the middle of the day, you were slightly disappointed that Gohan had yet to text you.

He always tried his best to check in with you throughout the day. It did not matter how busy he was, or if you were at work yourself. But sometimes, time got the best of Gohan. Every now and then, your husband would get caught in his work to the point that it seemed he was in his own little universe. Though, this primarily occurred if Gohan was finally close to finishing whatever research he was working on. Or, if he was in a time crunch…Sometimes even both.

Hence why you had not heard a peep from Gohan since he kissed you goodbye that morning. As one of the most renowned entomologists in his field, Gohan had a fast-approaching deadline regarding some of his most promising research yet. Since the field and lab work had been concluded, now all he needed to do was rush to publish his findings. He needed to be completed by a specific date so he could present his work at an upcoming conference.

So, while you were a tad disappointed in the lack of communication, you understood.

Plus, you could still text him yourself.

You took your phone out and quickly went to your messages app. Of course, Gohan was at the top of the list.

You were about to send a simple message, just to check in on Gohan, but for some reason, your mind went elsewhere.

Perhaps you could encourage Gohan to take a break, and help him destress a bit. Just, in a very particular way.

So, with a cheeky smile on your face, you made your way to your guys’ shared bedroom. You situated yourself on the bed, sitting against the pillows near the top. Then, you slid one of your hands down the front of your shorts and started working yourself.

You let out a quiet sigh as your finger passed over your clit, and moved around your folds. You were not aroused just yet, so to help speed along the process, you imagined Gohan seated in front of you, watching you play with yourself. Occasionally offering encouraging words and praises.

You then envisioned that he would soon get too worked up himself from the sight of you. His own hand would end up slipping underneath the waistband of his pants and briefs.

That seemed to do the trick. You felt your blood heating up from your own thoughts, your folds starting to slicken slightly.

Satisfied, with your free hand, you grabbed your phone that had been placed on the nearby night stand only a few minutes prior.

With little thought, you called Gohan. While he had not called or texted himself, you knew that he would answer you regardless of how busy he might have been.

It only took three rings before he answered.

“Hello darling.” His voice was cheerful, but distracted.

“Hey.” Your voice came out in pleased sigh. You still had your other hand tucked in between your thighs, fingers idly smearing your wetness around, occasionally circling your clit.

You heard Gohan speak again. “How’s it going at home?”

Your breath hitched a bit, barely noticeable, when one of your fingers had grazed your entrance. “Good…Just a tad lonely.”

You smiled coly to yourself wondering how long it would take Gohan to notice what you were up to. He wasn’t innocent exactly, but his mind didn’t always jump to sexual stuff.

“Awe, I’m sorry darling. I miss you too. I promise to bring you home a surprise to make up for how busy I’ve been.”

You put your phone on speaker phone, and then placed it off to your side. “You, you better.” You used your now free hand to shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You now had better access to your wet cunt. So, you purposefully worked yourself in a way that was, a little obscene sounding, possibly noticeable over a phone call.

You heard Gohan make a slightly confused sound. “What’s going on? Are you cooking something right now?”

If you weren’t really aroused at the moment, you would have laughed from Gohan’s words. Instead, you answered him. Your response had a breathy quality to it. “No.”

A few moments of silence pass on Gohan’s end. Then, you heard Gohan slap his mouth with his hand. “A-are you touching yourself right now?” He asked in a hushed, scandalized tone.

You only let out a soft moan in response.

Gohan’s breath caught. “You’re lucky I’m in my office, and it’s just me in here.” He scolded, though there was no real anger behind his words.

You prodded at your entrance. “I’d be luckier if you were here right now.” You sighed. “I wish you were here right now.”

Gohan groaned quietly. “I wish I was too – but you know how my research has been.”

“I do, which-“ You cut yourself off as you fully slipped a finger into your pussy, hissing for a moment. You normally were not quite this noisy, but you were exaggerating for Gohan’s benefit. “-Which is why I think you should take a break right now…You wouldn’t want me taking care of myself all by myself, now would you?”

There were a few moments where Gohan did not answer, but, you heard him get up from his desk, and lock his office door with a ‘click.’

Gohan spoke in a clumsy voice. “Can you tell me how you’re dressed, what you’re doing exactly?”

You hummed for a second, withdrawing your finger and pausing the movements of your hand. “I’m sitting on our bed, only in a tee-shirt and bra…” You resumed rubbing yourself, massaging your clit just the way you liked it. “Shit- I’m touching myself right now, my fingers are on my clit, and I’m so wet right now.”

Gohan moaned lowly over the phone just as you heard him undo his belt. “Is my shirt from earlier still on my side of the bed?”

You glanced over at the side of the bed he was talking about. His shirt that he had slept in the previous night was in fact, still there. “Yeah.”

You could hear Gohan begin to stroke himself, the sound starting a little dry, but quickly sounding wet. It made your heart hammer, and your walls clench around nothing.

“Can you take the rest of your clothes off, and put my shirt on instead?” Gohan requested.

You swallowed and removed your fingers from your cunt. “Okay.”  You did what was asked of you right away. You knew Gohan loved seeing you in just one of his shirts. His shirts tended to hang off of you, reaching about mid-thigh. He also loved fucking you while you wore his clothing. Something about it got him going.

“Done.” You said as you resituated yourself.

“Good.” Gohan paused for a moment before speaking once more. “I wish I could see you right now…”

You giggled. “Maybe later.” You then brought your hand back to your core, and slipped your fingers back inside of your pussy and slowly started fucking yourself. While it wasn’t Gohan’s cock, it would do for now. It helped knowing he could hear you through the phone, and was getting off himself.

Gohan groaned. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

For few moments, all that could be heard was skin working wet skin from both ends. Soft and airy noises slipped from both of your mouths.

You picked up the pace of your fingers, crooking them too, and using your thumb to toy with your clit. You couldn’t help yourself from breathing heavier, from the sounds passing through your lips from getting louder and more desperate sounding. Warm and heavy pleasure was building in your lower stomach.

“Gohan.” You whined. While you knew you’d be able to bring yourself over the edge, you really wished it was your husband’s hot cock doing it. Filling you perfectly, pushing into you deeply.

You heard Gohan’s breath catch from saying his name. “What are you thinking about right now?” He questioned, a hurried edge to his voice. The sound of his hand moving on his dick became more apparent as he seemingly picked up his own pace. You wondered if he was what he was thinking about too.

“Your cock-“ A soft whine escaped your mouth. “Your cock buried in me.”

“Fuck.” A rare obscenity slipped out of Gohan. “Keep going.”

You added a third finger into your soaked pussy, trying to emulate the girth of Gohan. “You’d have my legs thrown over your shoulders.” You felt yourself clench around your own fingers from the thought.

“Of course.” Gohan gritted out, the noises coming from his end becoming more frantic.

You had to know what was going through his mind. “What, what about you?”

“Tryin’ to pretend my hand is your cunt. It’s not tight or wet enough-“

His words spurred you on, causing you to massage your clit with the sole purpose of finishing. You could feel your orgasm building.

“What would you do if I was there?” You barely managed to ask, your words coming out breathy and scattered.

Gohan whined. “I’d fuck you until you came all over my cock.”

The thought of you making a mess all over his dick sent a wave of pleasure through you. You could feel your muscles getting tighter the closer you got to finishing.

A very dirty thought crossed your mind. “What if someone walked in on you?”

“Wouldn’t care- only you matter right now.” He explained. Based on the way he spoke, it sounded like Gohan was close to coming.

“But, I think, the better question is, what would you do?” Gohan asked breathlessly.

The thought of someone walking in on you surprisingly made you feel hotter. It was somewhat embarrassing. You couldn’t help but whimper.

A moan fell from Gohan’s mouth. “Of course you like the sound of that-“

He wasn’t scolding you exactly, but his words brought arousing shame to course through you. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Shut up, you do too.” You accused even if it wasn’t true.

Gohan didn’t stop. He even disregarded your retort. “You’d love to have someone come in with me deep inside you-“ He cut himself off with a grunt, the sound of him masturbating intensifying as he neared his climax. “You’d want other people to see just who you belonged to- shit.” Gohan’s sentence ended in a sharp gasp.

You didn’t have it in you to deny his words. You just let his taunts and the sound of him touching himself wind you up further.

After crooking your fingers just one more time, you felt your orgasm hit. Your walls fluttered around your digits, your stomach and thighs tightened as intense pleasure bulldozed into you. You didn’t even try to muffle the cries that flooded from your mouth. It was no use.

You were so lost to your own pleasure, you almost didn’t hear Gohan choke out your name as he starting coming mere moments later. Almost.

As fast as it had all begun, you orgasm faded away. You were left there in the middle of the bed, hand stuffed between your thighs, laying there weakly.

You assumed Gohan was in a similar state, as it took the two of you a bit before any words were spoken.

Eventually though, you withdrew your hand from your cunt, and wiped your fingers on Gohan’s shirt. You knew he wouldn’t mind.

Gohan was the first to say something. “You little imp-“ He accused. You heard the sounds of what was Gohan presumably buckling his belt again. “Thank you.” He continued in a small voice. “I, I needed that.”

You let out a satisfied sound. “Knew ya did.”

You couldn’t wait for him to actually get home now.

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Seven Sentence Someday

Thank you v much for the tag @thescrapwitch ! 🌞

Here's seven sentences from The Sword Tree, featuring Celebrìan needing to answer the ultimate commitment question (will you still love Elrond if he was, emotionally speaking, a worm? 🥺)

"Then one day on the shore, Maedhros is greeted by a chatty little necromancer leading around a stark dead thing behind her. Nothing as impressive as a magically bound thrall or a re-embodied warrior, no, it was somewhat more pathetic. More of a corpse with an identity crisis, locomotion fuelled by an utter denial of mortality. 

Less Glorfindel, more an earthworm cut in half. 

After a moment, he recognises it to be his daughter-in-law and his son. Elrond appears to limp and sprint at the same time, as frantic and unbalanced as a fox caught in wire. Or perhaps a three legged dog or a runty calf — something a farmer would tell his firstborn son to drown, to teach him of the symbiotic relationship between cruelty and mercy."

I am still finding my way around people's usernames here vs on AO3 so basically if you see this and you'd like to share, consider yourself tagged!

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Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 2/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Posting (just like before) is random lol, hope you guys enjoy this story

Much much longer than Being a Witch with Vampires by the way, so we're in a long ride (or you are, because I already know the story)

Word Count: 2040 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: None

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Celine woke up, feeling her head be on someone’s shoulders, Carlisle’s. It was a comforting surprise, knowing he had accompanied her during what was meant to be a brief nap to recharge. She checked her watch, 1:43 PM was displayed.

“Carlisle?” Celine asked, grabbing the doctor’s arm

Why was he cold? She questioned as she softly shook him awake, watching as the man fluttered his eyes open. A confused look on his face as to what was happening

“We fell asleep in the office.” She answered to the ‘what happened’ question behind the man’s eyes

“Are we off today?” Carlisle asked her. Celine answered with a nod, gathering her stuff into one hand, her phone on the other.

Carlisle grabbed his keys and phone, joining Celine as she goes out of their office, making sure to lock the room. Though Celine still showed signs of drowsiness, she offered him a reassuring smile, promising to be careful in getting home.

As they stepped outside the hospital, a rush of fresh air greeted them. Carlisle couldn't help but catch a whiff of Celine's scent, causing an internal struggle as he fought against the urge to bite her and turn her into one of them. He closed his eyes, wishing to whichever deity that will listen to him to give him strength from the temptation that was Celine.

“Enjoyed not being cramped in that four walls?” Celine asked him teasingly. He opened his eyes and looked at her, a soft smile forming on his face

His actions were betraying his words.

“I would have spent longer there with you had you decided to stay.” Carlisle answered before turning around and going to his car, not wanting to turn around and see Celine’s reaction

Celine furrowed her eyebrows, watching as Carlisle rushed to his car. Not even looking behind to see what she would have reacted with his words.

‘Did he just openly flirt with me?’ She pondered

Despite Carlisle's attempts to maintain a professional facade, Celine couldn't ignore the subtle advances he made, like the sharing of coffee every day and joining her during night shifts. She wasn’t naïve, she’s 27 already, she understood the signals that he was sending. Celine’s just waiting until Carlisle drops the word, and she will gladly say yes to him.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes at him before making her way to her car, knowing the need to call it a day and grant her body the rest that it desperately needs.

Carlisle decided to go to the forest before heading home, the enticing scent of Celine making him even hungrier. He found a deer, immediately rushing to feast on it. But even as he consumed the deer, thoughts of Celine lingered persistently in his mind, her smiles and eyes and basically the entirety of her refusing to fade.

That’s when he realized what was happening to him.

He quickly disposed of the deer’s dead body before rushing back to his car. He rushed home, having just driven a little under the speed limit.

Carlisle was fucked.

He’s had his taste of temptation, the temptation perfectly made to destabilize him and his 382 years of existence, the temptation that was named Celine.

And now it was lingering on him, a stain that will never be removed. A sin that will never be forgiven.

Arriving home, Carlisle remained seated in his car, allowing his mind to drift amidst a sea of questions and uncertainties. What ifs and maybes swirled around him, casting a veil of doubt over his thoughts. Lost in contemplation, he was startled when a knock suddenly sounded on his car window, jolting him back to the present.

“Your kids would appreciate it if you walked in the house to talk to them, instead of keeping it all to yourself.” Esme said knowingly. She was right, again.

Stepping out of his car, Carlisle followed her into the house, where he was met by the gaze of the seven of them gathered there. Their eyes held an unreadable expression, leaving Carlisle unable to decipher their intentions.

“Couldn’t stick with your words, could you?” Rosalie asked. Carlisle knew that if he even thinks of pursuing Celine, that it would aggravate his eldest daughter

“He couldn’t even if he wanted to.” Edward answered for him “Instincts.”

“And besides, it’s fate leading them to this now.” Alice added “I haven’t done a vis—

Alice's sudden change in demeanor caught Carlisle's attention. Her eyes unfocused, signaling that she was experiencing one of her visions. Edward was reading into it, his eyebrows getting more and more furrowed as he keeps reading into her mind.

Carlisle couldn't help but wonder about Edward's increasingly concerned expression. What could Alice be foreseeing that was causing such a reaction from Edward?

“Carlisle!” She yelled, snapping out of her vision “Celine!”

“What?” Carlisle asked them “What did you see?”

“There’s a rogue vampire roughly 5 miles south of her house planning to attack her.” Edward said “Celine’s scent stuck by him way back when she was a child, now that the vampire’s back in Forks, he’s come to get her. Alice can’t see if he would turn her or feast on her.”

“It means that it’s still undecided.” Jasper realized, looking at Alice in nervousness “What else do you see?”

“He plans to wait until she’s dead asleep. I can’t see what he plans next.” Alice answered “He’s taking advantage of the fact that she had a 24-hour shift.”

Rosalie gasped at the news, her mind already racing to devise a plan to keep Carlisle's mate safe from harm without revealing the truth. She knew just what was needed to be done to get the Cullens there to check out for the perimeter without growing suspicion of what they were

A silent betrayal on her stance.

“Emmett, get Carlisle some clothes, preferably one for a date.” Rosalie ordered her husband, watching as Emmett rushed up to Carlisle’s room before looking at Carlisle “Carlisle, call Celine and ask her out on a date.”

“I thought—

“Do it now or she dies tonight.” Rosalie ordered

As Carlisle dialed her number and held the phone to his ear, a tense silence enveloped the room, every member of the Cullen family fixated on the ringing sound from the device. Each ring seemed to echo, heightening the anticipation in the air as they awaited a response from the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Celine’s voice said over the phone. It was obvious that she sounded tired, having just had a back-to-back shift

“Hi!” Carlisle said, he ran his hands through his hair. Rosalie was using her facial expressions to tell him to get straight to the point “I was just wondering what you’re doing now?”

“What are you thinking? I thought you didn’t want Carlisle to change her?” Esme asked, moving to be next to her

“I still don’t. But there’s a higher chance that the rogue vampire would kill her over changing her. And who knows what he’ll do before killing her.” Rosalie said, explaining her realization

“She’s using Carlisle to lead Celine out the house so we could do some checking around the perimeter of her house for her safety.” Bella continued, being able to get what was the plan going on Rosalie’s mind

“Rosie, you’re a genius!” Alice yelled, going and hugging her sister

“I-I was wondering if you’d like to get some drinks with me? Like, right now preferably.” Everyone heard Carlisle ask Celine

The ways that this 27-year-old woman gets this 382-year-old vampire nervous and stuttering amuses them all, they’re not gonna lie.

“Can I know why you’re suddenly asking me out?” Celine asked, everyone was listening intently

“Just wanted to let you know that I was sincere on my feelings and not just letting you believe on something.” Carlisle answered, getting Bella to open her mouth in shock “I know it may seem too rushed, but I really just want to let you know what I feel for you.”

The silence on Celine's end was deafening, each passing second feeling like an eternity as they listen intently to the phone call. No one knew if they were either too late in protecting her or if she was pondering her answer. It seemed like they could hear every clock ticking, a nerve-wracking moment of waiting before a soft “I would love to” came out from her side.

“Okay.” Carlisle said, a grin forming on his face “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Carlisle couldn't help but break into a wide grin as he ended the call, the warmth of Celine's acceptance washing over him. Esme chuckled at the sight; her brother finally being given a chance at love. It made her happy beyond words.

“Here’s the clothes, get ready.” Emmett yelled, going downstairs and grabbing Carlisle this navy-blue polo shirt with matching khaki slacks.

‘Thank heavens that he’s been with Rosalie to know what pair looks good together.’ Carlisle thought, getting Edward to chuckle. He rushed to his room, closing the door and getting dressed in the clothes given to him

“What’s changing in the vision?” Rosalie asked Alice as she has another one of her visions “Is she safe from the vampire?”

“The vampire is gonna go in Celine’s house while she’s gone now, positioning himself to surprise attack her. If we do the timing right, we can attack him and burn him just by the edge of the treaty line just before Celine and Carlisle gets back.” Alice answered

“Alice, tell them the truth.” Edward called her out, getting the rest of them to look at Edward, then to Alice “One way or another, we’ll have to face it.”

“This whole fiasco that we’re doing for Celine doesn’t ensure that she’ll be human for eternity.” Alice admitted “I peeked a little further into her future, she was always gonna be a vampire. We’re only preventing it from happening now.”

“Is it her own choice or was it a ‘Carlisle needed to’ situation?” Rosalie asked

“Her own choice, she would be the one to state when she wants it done too.” Alice answered to her question, giving Rosalie the assurance that Celine did have a choice

“How about the date? What will happen to Carlisle and Celine?” Esme asked, a hint of hopefulness in her tone

“Carlisle, just make sure to…wrap it up.” Alice yelled as Carlisle walked out of the room, wearing what Emmett made him wear with some matching shoes

“Ew!” Rosalie yelled in disgust, realizing what Alice meant “Is there any way to prevent…that? What if he doesn’t get to control his instincts?”

“Come on Rosie, Carlisle will take care of her.” Emmett comforted her, rubbing her shoulders with his hand “And besides, he’s been practicing this for over 300 years. I’m sure he’ll manage just fine.”

“Rosie’s right.” Edward said, agreeing with her, something that happened on very rare occasions “Is there a way to prevent something like that from happening?”

“I can’t see a vision where they don’t end up…tangled in the sheets. Do you think you’ll be able to deny her Carlisle?” Alice asked, looking at the vampire who was just wearing his shoes

“He has to.” Edward answered for him “Carlisle may have been exposed to human blood thousands of times already, but this is different. Celine’s his blood singer, he needs to be extra careful with her.”

“We have to go now.” Esme said, ushering everyone out “You decide the separations.”

“Jasper, Edward, Bella, you’re with me.” Emmett said, rushing to his jeep “We’re on hunting duties.”

“We’ll follow behind you, Carlisle.” Alice assured him “Just say that we’re supporting you or something, I’m sure she’ll be amused with that.”

“Don’t get too tipsy!” Emmett yelled, getting a smack from Bella

As they drove towards Celine's house, Carlisle couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at him. Fidgeting in his seat, he found himself grappling with a flood of emotions he hadn't anticipated. The reality of his existence as a vampire loomed large in his mind, a constant reminder of the potential danger he posed to Celine.

Carlisle has already dipped his head in the temptation, he might as well dip the entirety of him in it.