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The Cullens arriving to high school on one of these bad boys

Emmett convinced Bella to join him when he switches animals out in his vegetarian diet, determined to see which animals are a best fit for their lifestyle in case they need to move or run. Jasper joins only because Bella convinces him it’s good strategy, not because he wonders what’s closest to human. Carlisle makes them record everything in notebooks and video to send to him.

A vegetarian seafood diet turns their eyes glimmering greens and blues that has them thinking their eyes reflect the enviorment the prey is from.

Animals from the hotter dryer parts of the land turns their eyes shades of reddish brown and grey to mimic the dust and dirt that swirls in tornado’s and wind storms. Jasper comments how armadillo tastes the same as when he was younger.

They visit their cousins and make their way up further settling on purely penguins and the occasional polar bear, it turns their eyes into ice, when the light hits it sparkles as much as their skin.

They dive to the deepest parts of the ocean, the creatures never see them and when they return to land their eyes are a complete glowing red that puts the Volturi’s milk filmed horror to shame.

Cullens Smoking on the sets of Twilight

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Jasper Hale x reader 

In honor of midnight sun :)

Might have multiple parts 

Summary- Jasper takes care of his newborn mate

Rated-E (explicit)

Words-1,302

“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle her?” Carlisle looked at Jasper. It was only a matter of minutes until you woke up. But this time you would not be waking up human instead a vampire. A newborn vampire to be more specific. 

Jasper gave a quick nod at Carlisle. And sat down in the chair next to you while taking your hand in his. Carlisle looked at you both and left the room so Jasper could be alone with you. It had been a tough three days for Jasper. He was worried that something may have gone wrong. Worried that you may not be the same. Worried what his family thought of him. And it didn’t help that you weren’t there. I mean you were there but you couldn’t hug him, kiss him, talk to him about something ridiculous. He missed you. It had been only three days and it felt like life, well vampire life was falling apart. 

Jasper was in love with you. He wished he didn’t have to turn you but he didn’t have a choice. You were dying and he couldn’t live without you. It was selfish probably the most selfish thing the cowboy had ever done. What if you hate him for what he did to you? What if you left? What if you would never forgive him for the awful thing he had done?

Then Jasper felt you squeeze his hand. Not softly but hard. The cowboy thought his hand was going to break. You quickly let go of his hand and jolted up. You started touching your body looking at your pale skin.

“Jasper”

“Y/n” Jasper got up and stood in front of you, looking at your now red eyes. You turned on the bed so your legs were now dangling between Jasper.

“What’s happening to me?” Jasper never heard you sound so scared and sad, Jasper picked you up, holding your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry” he mumbled in your ear. 

“I was going to lose you and I was selfish and I know I couldn’t be without you so I-” you cut off Jaspers rant by kissing him. The force of the kiss caused Jasper to fall backwards onto the floor. You now straddled and pulled back from the kiss. “I’m so sorry” he whispered.

“I was going to let you turn me anyway”

“Yeah but not this soon”

“Jasper don’t worry about it” you gave him a quick kiss. You got off of Jasper and stood up offering a hand to Jasper. Jasper took your hand and almost flew forward. 

“You better watch it, darlin’” he teased, taking your hand and pulling you to his chest.

“How are you feeling? Thirsty” hearing those words almost made you moan. You nodded quickly which caused Jasper to laugh quietly. “Alright, come on, doll” Jasper took your hand and in 2 seconds you were outside in the middle of the forest. “Okay, babydoll you see that deer?” you nodded “Go for the neck” by the end of the sentence you were already drinking the deer’s blood. Jasper looked at you amazed. You looked so pretty. Blood around your mouth. Your eyes are filled with desire. You almost looked as pretty as you look on his cock. You were already on your third deer as he was on his first. He hadn’t hunted since he put his venom inside you. He was too scared to leave your side.

“Sweetheart, you’ve had enough” Jasper began to pull you away. “NO” you growled pushing Jasper away. Jasper was now at least 50 feet away from you. And then he smelled it a human. You took off as Jasper chased after you. Just before it was too late he caught you.

“Let me go” you growled at him, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Not until you learn to behave” he began to whisper in your ear “You want to act like a bad girl then you’ll get treated like one. Do you understand?” you didn’t respond. You felt anger take over you and you needed the humans blood. Jasper slapped your ass hard.

“I said do you understand?”

“Yes” you mumbled 

“Yes what?” he slapped your ass again

“Yes daddy” this took Jasper by surprise. It’s not that he didn’t like it. He did. He just expected something else like major or sir. After he realized what you said he ran the two of you to his bedroom as soon as he could. Unlike the other vampires, Jasper did have a bed. He still couldn’t sleep but he liked to lay down especially with you. 

Jasper laid you down on his bed. “Arms up, sweetheart” you lifted your arms so Jasper could remove your shirt. After removing your shirt Jasper got rid of all your clothing.

Jasper was in between your legs and began kissing down your neck. You tugged at his shirt and pouted. “Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked 

“Yes” you mumbled 

“I still don’t know if you deserve it” you quickly flipped the two if you over so you were now on top. You put your hand on his neck and squeezed hard.

“Now you listen to me, get undressed” Jasper nodded quickly and took his shirt off while you worked on his pants and underwear. You started pulling down his pants and underwear at the same time his cock sprung out hitting his stomach. His cock was an impressive length definitely enough to fill up any of your holes nicely.

Once his pants and underwear were removed you climbed back on top of him. Jasper was in complete shock. He had never seen you be so dominant before. You started grinding back in forth his cock between you and his stomach. Jasper moaned at the feeling he put his hands on your hips with a tight grip.”Please I need more” Jasper moaned again

“No” you started grinding slower, Jasper had enough of the teasing. He flipped the two of you over and slapped your heat you whimpered in response. “You think you can act like a and girl and not get punished? First, you don’t listen to me and then you think you can take control?” Jasper flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees. “Count” Jasper slapped your ass “one” and then again but harder “Two” by the tenth time you knew if you could cry you would be. “Good girl” he rubs your ass softly.

“So pretty” he turns you around so you’re on your back

“are you ready?” he said tracing your curves with his fingertips

“yes” as those words left your mouth Jasper pounded into you. 

“So tight” Jasper grunt 

“god, your pussy is heaven to me” Jasper’s eyes look like he is in pure bliss, he thrust into you more, your hands grab his bicep and you start to scratch his skin. “Deeper daddy” you beg, as you more than you are already getting but you can never get enough of Jasper

“You like it deep? My little girl likes my cock deep in her pussy?”

“Fuck yes” your voice is hoarse from how much you’re screaming in pleasure. Jasper fingers soon find your clit and rub at it as hard as he can. Your stomach knots and clenches with the approaching of an orgasm. “I’m going to cum!”. “Me too, sweetheart” You clench around him as your body shakes and you both cum. Jasper pulls out of you slowly and picks you up.

“Where are we going?” you asked

“To take a bath” you smiled 

“I love you” you kissed his cheek

“I love you too”

Emotions

Pairing: Jasper Hale/Major Whitlock x Reader

Word Count: 2864

Summary: For days now your entire family had been ignoring you in favour for that Bella bitch. It had been so long that your anger and transformed into self-loathing thoughts and insecurity but when you burst what are the consequences? And what does the Major have to do with this?

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, hinted smut (will be in part two is asked enough), language, depictions of neglect and self-loathing

A/N: I seriously do need to stop dying, huh? Oh well, I’m back! Hopefully for good this time. This isn’t what I usually post but I was itching to write something including this character. I hate this fic but I’m a little rusty so we’ll use that as an excuse. I hope you’re all okay and let me know what you think!

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Something had changed within you the past few days.

Or rather something had changed how you feel. Initially, you’d been your usual bubbly self but today - a Thursday - you’d just deflated completely.

Pondering over it in your head, you can’t seem to pinpoint exactly what has gotten you down but you’d assume it’s something related to the secrecy of the Cullens.

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Hi!! If that's okay, could you write something about Jasper (from twilight)? You choose if you want to make it ddlg or not, but I was think something about the reader wanting to do something that puts her in unnecessary danger, maybe something like the Bella and the motorcycle but not for the unhealthy reasons bella does it in the story, just like testing out the bike for fun ... even though she has no idea how to ride it... and no type of protection at all. And jasper is telling her how bad the idea is and that there is no way she's doing it and she is not taking him seriously, maybe being rude about how that's not up to him, and the major comes out because he thinks jasper is being way too nice and he is done with that, throwing her over his shoulder because this one is not up to discussion, he said "no" already and that's final

Unnecessary Danger

I found it! I didn’t delete it after all I guess. I hate this phone when it comes to this app!

Hope this is what you were wanting, I actually love how it turned out. I didn’t mean to go down this road with the Major but it worked out and maybe I’ll make more of this in the future.

Y/n had always been one to follow the rules and since getting into a relationship with Jasper, following his rules became her priority.

She loved that he wanted to be her Daddy, shocking as it was that a man turned vampire from the 1860s was interested in such things but Jasper is full of surprises. She very rarely breaks rules and when she does it is usually an accident, however she is very good at exploiting the rules when they’re not specific. Not putting herself in danger is one thing, but a motorcycle isn’t necessarily dangerous unless you’re stupid, and she wasn’t stupid…

Though now that she thinks about it, getting onto a motorcycle by yourself when you have no clue how to ride one may be a tad dumb.

Jake had given Y/n the bike a few days before, keeping one of the ones he and Bella fixed up and giving her the other after a side comment about wanting to experience riding a motorcycle. He didn’t however stick around to help her learn.

She had gotten dressed in her sweats and a long sleeved shirt with heavy boots before making her way outside to the street with the bike, there were no neighbors around her so no one to stop her or tell her it was a bad idea…until the truck screeched to a stop right beside her, and an angry Texan jumped out.

Alice!

‘What do you think you’re doin’ darlin’?!’ He asked, slamming the truck door shut and stomping towards her. She could tell her Daddy wasn’t pleased but stuck to her guns.

‘Jake gave me a bike cause I said I wanted to learn to ride. I’m gonna give it a go and-‘

‘No you ain’t.’ He stated matter a factly and she scowled.

‘Yes I am! I wanna learn Jasper-‘ his growl cut her off and she knew her mistake, remedying it instantly. ‘-Daddy. I’m not breaking any rules, Jake told me what to do so it’s not dangerous.’ His eyes narrowed and Y/n could tell he didn’t like her always finding a loophole.

‘Darlin’, if you’ve never done it before then it’s plenty dangerous, I-‘

‘Jake, the one who fixes and rides bike for a living, says it’s not as long as I listen to his guidelines. I know which ones the throttle and break, there’s no cars coming down this street. It’s just like riding a bike.’ Y/n took the bike away from the truck and to the middle of the street. What she didn’t see, and she wished she had, was Jasper grabbing ahold of his head in pain, gold eyes shifting to green, back and forth several times as Jasper tried to push him back but he couldn’t. Not this time.

Something people don’t seem to realize is that it’s not just Jasper that loves Y/n, the Major does too. Most people that know Jasper and have met the Major wouldn’t be able to process that as he’s just an angry, violent extension of Jaspers instincts from his time in the Newborn wars. He shouldn’t be able to feel anything else, but as the Major had become more of a separate entity in Jaspers head over the years he had started feeling things other than anger…typically it was annoyance. Mostly towards Edward and occasionally Carlisle’s rules and Emmett’s dog-like excitement, but for Y/n it was so much more. He loved her with everything he had, and if Jasper can’t be firm enough to handle her attitude and disregard for her own life then he sure as hell would.

Green eyes settled in his head and Jaspers back stood straighter than before (which most would think impossible) as he strode forward and grabbed ahold of the handle bars in front of the bike. ‘You ain’t getting on this bike Sugar so you may as well walk your happy little ass back to my truck now.’ Her face fell as soon as she heard that nickname, Jasper never called her Sugar, but someone else did.

Her head raised up to see his eyes had shifted to a forest green that she had to admit to adoring. Y/n loved it when the Major came out to play, even if Jasper didn’t realize he would die before harming her. ‘Hi Major…please? I’m not breaking any rules and-‘

‘If you truly believe that then you’re a hell-a-lot stupider than I ever thought you were Sugar. You know this is dangerous, and you know you’re gonna get hurt. How do you think it makes us feel when we have to watch you in pain, hmm?’ She didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t. ‘Get in my truck.’ It was a warning now and Y/n dropped the bike instantly, walking to his truck and opening the passenger door, feeling him lift her into it before dropping the bike into the bed of the truck, slamming his door and driving back towards the Cullens home. Y/n laid her hand on the center console to test how angry he was. If the Major was truly mad he wouldn’t reach out and hold her hand, so when he did it comforted her to know he was just being protective, not angry. He rarely ever got angry at her, in fact it only happened once and it resulted in her crying in Jaspers bed for hours without him being able to calm her (with or without his gift) until the Major came back to comfort her himself and let her know he had forgiven her, even the heartless war criminal unable to live with seeing his precious girl so upset.

It was definitely a sight for the Cullens to witness.

As they got back to the Cullens Y/n made her way towards the house after he lifted her to the ground but he quickly diverted her to the garage and made her wait as he went inside and walked back out with a Harley Davidson at his side which he quickly straddled and crooked his finger to her. She jumped to get onto the bike just before he handed her a helmet. ‘Seriously? You think you’re gonna crash?’ She teased, knowing it riled him up in the best ways.

‘No, but I think your balance is shit and if you fall off I’d like your brain to stay in tact.’ He teased as she strapped the helmet on her head and they were off. He rode back down the driveway and turned away from the town, riding down the back roads, the twists and turns making his sweet mate giggle like the child she really was.

When Jasper first met Y/n the Major was almost constantly banging on his cage to get out, he knew instantly (even if Jasper tried to avoid it) that this Princess was their everything. Every time he thinks about the fact that he’s nearly 150 years older than her, he knows she needs to be protected, he knows she needs to be worshipped and loved beyond compare, and he will make sure that she is.

If you asked one of the Cullens they would tell you that the Major is even softer on Y/n than Jasper, her Daddy, is. He doesn’t need to be called Daddy to know he’s her protector, he knows what he is and he knows nothing will ever bring his girl harm, and if she wants to ride a bike then she damn well will…safely.

‘Faster! Faster Daddy!’ She squealed, giggling against his back as she looked over his much taller than her shoulder, eyes squinting in the wind and he made a mental note to her her some goggles for their future rides because this was definitely going to become a common thing. This is the closest he had ever really been to Y/n and definitely for the longest time, Jasper too afraid to allow him to touch her in any way but especially intimately, though the beast looks forward to the day she is a vampire and insists upon it.

‘I ain’t your Daddy Sugar, do you well to remember that.’ He shouted before gunning the bike, now steering with one hand and holding hers around his waist knowing he wouldn’t crash but if the worst should happen he damn sure wouldn’t let her get so much as a scrape.

‘I know that. You’re the same but you’re not. I love you both, it’s just different…I wish we could do stuff like this more often.’

Her admission startled him, Jasper too, who for the first time silenced himself in his head. ‘You want to ride more?’ She nodded. ‘Okay then Sugar. We’ll do it more often. I promise.’

‘Really?!’

‘Really. Long as you start following the rules and stop trying to do dangerous shit that you know is stupid! Do you promise?’

‘Cross my heart Major Cutie Pie!’ She stood as best she could and kissed his cheek which would have made him blush if he could, that nickname being the bane of his existence that he secretly loved more than anything.

‘Stuff like standing on a moving motorcycle!’

‘I’m never in danger if you’re here!’

And she was right. He would never let her get hurt in any way. Now he just needs to make sure she gets more time to spend with him…he can annoy Jasper enough to make that happen for sure.

Kinktober Day 25 – Carlisle Cullen

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🩶 Day 25 🩶 Daddy

Warnings: 18+, piv, spanking, begging

Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1k words)

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With a sigh leaving him, Carlisle stepped into his office, eyes focused on the documents he was reading. He felt her before he saw her, freezing in his step as his eyes found hers, filled with mischief. (Y/n) was sitting in his office chair, staring at her boyfriend with a soft grin tugging on her lips, a grin that grew wider as the sound of Carlisle locking the door rang in her ears.

“What are you doing here?” He smiled at her, walking closer with the documents finding their way to his desk, hands reaching for hers to pull (y/n) to her feet. Their lips met in a soft kiss, allowing him to let go of the tension that had tugged on his shoulders, allowing him to relax in her grasp.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Carlisle’s laugh rumbled through him, shuffling her around so that he could plop down on the chair with (y/n) pulled into his lap. He kissed her again, communicating the emotions tying the two together, forming an unbreakable bond. 

“I’m always happy to see you, you know that sweetness.” Her hands toyed with the buttons of his white shirt, batting her eyelashes in an almost teasing motion. Both knew that she was needy for him, aching for the hands she hadn’t felt on her body in days. “Somebody’s needy, huh?” 

“Of course I am, you haven’t been home in days. I miss you.” With a raspy chuckle leaving him, Carlisle’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his twitching cock, already excited about feeling her this close. He had missed her just as much, hating that he hadn’t seen her pretty face in way too long, aching for the one he loved more than words could describe. 

“We don’t have much time, I’ll have to be back in the ER in ten.” A gasp left her as he forced her back to her feet, front pushed down on the table. (Y/n) didn’t dare move, allowing her boyfriend to pull her trousers down her legs with quick moves, trembling in surprise as the cold air hit her folds, already dripping with arousal. 

“Please, Carlisle, touch me.” His hand met her behind without a warning, silently scolding her for addressing him with his name, very well knowing that she knew the rules and yet she had decided to go against them.

“That’s not how you should beg for it, is it?” With his cold fingers brushing through her folds, Carlisle forced her senses to focus on him, feeling him, hearing him, desperate to taste him. A quiet “Sorry, daddy” left (y/n), forcing a satisfied hum out of Carlisle the same second he plunged two fingers into her tightness. (Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes close, teeth drawing blood from her lower lip as she bit down on the soft skin, trying to keep their moans bottled in.

The scent of her blood urged Carlisle on, pulling away to free his cock, pumping himself a few times before he pushed into her from behind. His thrusts were ferocious, quick as if the Devil himself was chasing the ancient being, making bruises form on her hips as they met the edge of the table over and over again. And yet (y/n) couldn’t focus on the pain, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her.

“Feels so good, daddy, you’re so big.” She wanted to see his features, wanted to study the prideful grin he undoubtedly wore on his pale lips. No matter how many centuries he had already spent on this earth, he’d always tremble in pride at her praises, never getting enough of the sweet words she spoke to him.

“My needy girl, how could I go so long without touching you?” No words left her, unable to stop her moan from leaving her as he pulled her even closer with his bruising touch on her hips. (Y/n)’s fingers found her pulsing clit, circling it with quick movements, in sync with his thrusts, set on pushing one another over the edge.

It was sinful what they were doing, very well aware of the people that would hear them as they passed by his office, and yet neither of them cared, only focused on the way her walls clenched around his cock, begging him to push her into the intense sensation she had been aching for. He could tell that she was close, with her breath hitched in her chest, with her walls fluttering and her heart racing, and yet he wouldn’t let her cum just yet, not without begging for it.

“C’mon, baby, you know how to ask for it nicely.” A shaky breath left (y/n), she tried to thumb through her thoughts, tried to pierce words together that would form a proper sentence, a task she clearly struggled with in this very moment. 

“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, please let me cum.” He gave it a few more thrusts before a rough “Cum for me” left him, pushing (y/n) into the open arms of her orgasm. Carlisle kept on fucking her, staring down on her with his smirk not leaving his lips once. And yet he couldn’t stop himself from giving in moments later, head rolled back, lips parted to let go of a deep groan. 

She was heavily panting, holding onto the edge of the table as he slowly pulled away, making her hiss. Carlisle helped her redress, careful not to hurt her, hands stroking her trembling limbs. 

“I love you, I’ll come home tonight, I promise.” And with one last kiss pressed to her swollen lips, he left her, mind still focused on her as he found his way back into the ER, hoping that the hours would pass by quick enough.

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Platonic Yandere Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen w/ Adopted!Baby!Reader

Rosalie had traveled to a hospital in a neighboring town to volunteer in the maternity ward. Her motivation wasn't solely selfless; she yearned to be in the presence of infants. Rosalie adored babies for their small size and pure innocence. Occasionally, she'd volunteer in the pediatrics ward, where the sick children often mistook her for a princess due to her beauty. However, on this day, her heart was set on spending time with the babies. It was her favorite pastime, second only to being with Emmett. She would occasionally downplay her attachment when her family questioned her about her frequent visits to the hospital.

As Rosalie left the hospital, an overwhelming urge to cry overcame her, though no tears escaped her eyes. Instead, her venom-filled eyes burned, but she didn't shed a tear. A pang of jealousy gripped her as she thought about how many parents took their children for granted, complaining about the demanding baby and toddler years. Her thoughts drifted to Renesmee, whom she had practically raised during her early, albeit brief, years. However, Rosalie could never be Renesmee's mother, as the girl knew Bella as her mother, despite their strained relationship. Rosalie had even harbored a shameful hope during Renesmee's birth that Bella wouldn't survive, leaving Renesmee to be solely Rosalie's and Emmett's daughter. Yet, fate had different plans, and Rosalie remained without a baby.

Suddenly, a loud cry from an infant in a nearby car disrupted her thoughts. Rosalie couldn't hear the sounds of parents or a running car engine, and the freezing weather made her worry. She exited her car and began searching for the source of the crying, only to discover an infant version of yourself inside a locked car. Your parents were absent, and you were clad only in a thin onesie. Through the window, Rosalie detected the odor of an unchanged diaper.

Rosalie knew she should call the hospital to report the situation, but she feared you would end up back with your neglectful parents. Thoughts of Emmett being a great father crossed her mind; he hadn't been overly involved with Renesmee, except for playtime, but you could be different as their own.

With a swift motion, Rosalie broke into the car, thankful that the alarm didn't sound, given the car's poor condition. She rented a hotel room with you tucked away in her jacket before calling Emmett and sharing her surprise. When he arrived, expecting something else entirely, Rosalie had you dressed in a fresh diaper and cozy footie pajamas. You were notably small and slender, even for a human infant.

Emmett asked, "Babe, what is this?" His tone was a mix of confusion and amusement.

"Our baby," Rosalie declared as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, her eyes fixed on you without interruption. "We don't have a baby," Emmett attempted to argue. He typically went along with what Rosalie said, as she was almost always right, but occasionally he voiced his dissent.

Rosalie's gaze shifted to Emmett. He didn't need to read her mind to grasp that she needed you to be theirs. Without further argument, he sat beside her to get a better look at you. "This is definitely one sweet baby," Emmett observed, running a cold finger down your cheek.

Emmett expressed his concern, "Carlisle will be furious. He might make you return the baby." Rosalie acknowledged this and understood she would face objections from Edward, Carlisle, and possibly even Alice and Jasper. However, she couldn't help but feel it was unfair that Edward could have his human and endanger the family, and then having his daughter, whom he barely appreciated, that also put the family at risk.

"We'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, I want us to be a family: a mommy, a daddy, and a sweet little baby," Rosalie's face lit up when she referred to you. Emmett loved to see his wife so joyful, so he indulged her, understanding why she was so enamored with you.

A few months passed, and you were introduced to the Cullen clan. After some persuasion, Carlisle allowed Rosalie to keep you. The presence of a human infant injected new life into the Cullen household. Rosalie and Emmett spent the most time with you and Rosalie became upset if anyone besides Esme tried to hold you. Edward and Jasper's unique abilities helped discern your needs quickly, even though you couldn't communicate them directly. Jasper secretly enjoyed caring for you without interference from your parents and loved the way Alice dressed you like a doll. Edward and Bella, engrossed in their own activities, didn't show much interest in you. Renesmee, on the other hand, enjoyed having you around, as you allowed her to partake in kid activities she had missed out on. Carlisle and Esme were the perfect grandparents, but nothing could compare to your parents. Emmett and Rosalie adored you. Rosalie was extremely protective and insisted on homeschooling, but she always wanted what was best for you in her mind. You were their angel, and they were determined to protect you from harm.

What Lingers - Dark!Edward Cullen x F!Reader (18+)

Plot: Edward Cullen doesn't know how to handle his crush on the new clerk at his favourite book store. Warnings: NSFW, Dark/yandere Edward, unhealthy obsessive thoughts, sexual thoughts (Edward descends into being a bit of a weirdo perv), Edward gets himself off Word count: 2436 Part 2 (coming soon, send in reqs/ideas!)

A/N: My first fic on this account! I haven't written in a while so I may be a little rusty, please bare with me! I didn't have much time to fully proofread this because I just wanted to get it out, so it may be a little awkward and have some mistakes, sorry! If you like this, feel free to send in requests for a part 2 (I'm thinking of writing it in in reader's pov?) or just any requests in general!

At first, Edward Cullen had thought he was dying. His throat had tightened more than he had thought possible, his mouth dried of all venom, he suddenly couldn't remember how to fake the motions of breathing, and despite knowing that it was impossible for his heart to do anything, he couldn't decide if his heart was being squeezed by some otherworldly force, or was kickstarted into a rapid beating that reverberated throughout his body and sounded in his ears like a drum. He quickly ran through his knowledge of vampiric bodies and health, but came up with nothing that could explain what was happening to him, nothing that could clarify why the mere sight of you had elicited such a visceral reaction from him.

Initially, you didn't seem like anyone particularly special. From your thoughts he discovered you were a writer, daydreaming about the draft you were working on as you were leaned against the wooden book store counter, head lazily rested upon your right hand while the left absently drew shapes onto the antique surface. Occasionally, the thought of your cat would interrupt your brainstorming daydream. A chubby orange tabby that was intelligent in all the wrong things and stupid in the rest, who seemed to cause you endless trouble. You were worried he had turned on the tap to drink from it again, an irksome habit he had that often ran up your water bill as he didn't know how to turn it off. None of your thoughts seemed to stick out to him as something of importance, but admittedly being present in your mind brought him a sense of peace he hadn't felt before. With shy hesitation he would even admit to himself that it somehow felt endearing.

Edward did have to give you credit, you certainly were beautiful by human standards. However, after spending decades around Rosalie and other vampires that had been blessed with an unnatural level of beauty made you seem more mundane to him than you would have appeared to a regular human. The more he thought about it though, the more he found he liked that about you. The pimple that lay just underneath your cheekbone, the natural reddish flush to your lips from a functioning circulatory system, the slight frizz to your hair, the rhythmic sound of air being pushed in and out of your body, and the oh so human eyes that looked up from the desk and met his. You were imperfect, flawed, starkly different from himself who had been biologically engineered to be irresistibly perfect from the first bite Carlisle inflicted upon him. You were intoxicating. Suddenly, Edward understood.

"Oh- Uhm- Sorry- Ah!" You jolted up, quickly shifting from your relaxed lean into a stiff, well postured, standing position as you tripped over your words. Edward could hear your heartbeat speed up. With your thoughts a current incoherent jumble, he was left to wondering if it was out of shock from his presence, or a flustered reaction to his appearance.

You cleared your throat, "Y/n. Hi. I work here now, just moved into town a week ago. Can I help you with anything?" A smile appeared on your face, but one that seemed to come from a place of general kindness (and a little embarrassment), rather than the normal customer service mask people put on. It was a scene Edward wished could wrap around his whole body, holding him tenderly in a sea of gentle warmth.

Thousands of replies appeared in his head, things he could say to charm you, things that could make you swoon, words that could make you laugh (a sound he was certain would be an imperfect crackling melody he would play on repeat in his mind), but when he opened his mouth, none of the above came out.

"Machiavelli." Edward wanted to disintegrate into the floor. He was supposed to start off with a smooth line to make you want to talk to him more, not the first author to appear in his head. Who even randomly thinks of Machiavelli anyways? "Sorry, I'm Edward Cullen. My family was the newest ones in town until a week ago I suppose. I'm looking for anything you might have by Machiavelli." He recovered, playing it safe but still flashing you a dazzling smile that always seemed to charm those who saw it.

You looked away from him. He tried not to clench his fists in frustration. He decided that he enjoyed when you looked at him, he liked looking at the many flecks of different hues and shades that made up your irises. So sweetly imperfect.

"Machiavelli..." You pondered, a finger pressing itself into the plush, slightly chapped surface of your lips. You were running through the layout of the store in your mind, trying to remember where it would be located. Edward felt a little bad for wasting your time, he knew the book store's layout in and out. He didn't actually ever come here to buy anything (although he did so quite often to ensure it would stay in business), but rather the usually empty store was a haven for him where he could pretend to be human again while escaping the constant barrage of other beings private thoughts.

"Okay! I think I remember where it would be, follow me!" You looked back at him with a smile. You didn't have to tell him twice, he would stay on your tail as long as you would let him (and perhaps even longer after that, if he was being honest with himself), your presence being a strawberry scented sirens song that he couldn't seem to want to pull himself away from.

"Of course, lead the way," Edward spoke with a slight grin, finding the words ironic. In reality it was him, the covert apex predator of the animal kingdom, who would be herding you like a sheep wherever he wished.

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As he stared at your phone number in his hands, the sheet of paper growing softer and more fragile while he toyed with it, Edward Cullen tried to decide that he hated you. It wasn't your fault at all, you had been nothing but perfectly pleasant and kind to him while he was in your presence, but instead it was his own.

You were kind, sweet, caring, imperfect. Those traits flowed through your veins, they even wafted in the air around you, pulling people close to you. After his first slip up with his words, everything between you two went exactly as he wished it would, and your feelings of curiosity towards him combined with the innately biological pull to his honeypot of inhuman beauty led to him getting your phone number. Everything went perfectly in his favour, and that was the problem.

Out of his family it was Rosalie who resented humans the most, and Jasper who kept the most distance from them, but even though he didn't fall at the extreme end of the spectrum, Edward wasn't a big fan of them either. He looked down on them as weaker life forms, sheep disgustingly careless around wolves, a sentiment he was smart enough to know came from a place of jealousy and sorrow, but still not something he harbored enough strength to get over and befriend one... that was until he saw you.

You made him selfish. His hand trembled as the ten endearingly messily inked numbered stared back at him tauntingly. You made him selfish and he hated you and he had to stop being around you. Something about you, your simplicity, your messiness, every imperfect mannerism that overflowed with life drew him in. Edward couldn't deny his nature when you clouded his senses with envy and awe. It was like the scorpion and the frog, Hades and Persephone. He was a hunter designed to lure you into false security before inevitably striking. He knew he couldn't be pure around you, you were a lamb and himself a lion, not a domesticated dog and cat. Biology and the food chain would triumph over his wishes soon enough, he would be an idiot to not know it.

But even so, a voice in his mind nagged at him, making him weak at the knees with bliss at the thought of giving into it. Hadn't he earned the right to be a little selfish? Aside from his rebellious stage, Edward had been so so perfect, a word he grew more sick of by the day. A word that seemed to wrap itself around his throat and tighten oh so slowly as time went on, now an unbearable pressure he was sure could snap his neck. You were everything he wasn't, everything he needed, you were ambrosia while he was on his deathbed. Could he really be faulted for just a sip?

Of course he didn't mean that literally. Although he knew that being close to you would surely end up with his lips stained crimson with blood and sin, there were ways around it. A junkie always finds a way.

Edward Cullen entered your number into his phone, staring at the blank space for him to type in a message for what felt like an eternity before turning it off completely. It wouldn't be the same to communicate digitally. He wanted you in person, laid bare in front of him, your thoughts not even kept private. He wanted to worship you softly, to expose himself to you fully, for his need and adoration for all that you are as an imperfect, truly human, life filled being. And as his thoughts delved deeper into all that you were, his thoughts took on a double meaning.

Edward had never done this before. He knew he was repressed, he was a religious boy from a much more conservative time that had long passed, and he was fine with that. But, he deserved to be selfish. He had never truly indulged himself, who could blame him for what he was about to do? Especially when it was your fault, you were making him imperfect as well.

His porcelain hand brought the now fragile sheet of paper to his nose, and as he breathed deeply he deluded himself into believing a trace of your aura still lingered on it. His hand hesitantly trailed down to his crotch, his fingers lightly touching the bulge through the fabric of his khakis. The foreign sensation made him let out a small whine that he quickly stifled by biting his lip. He was home alone, his family gone to visit the Denali's for a few days during the schools spring break, but it wasn't because he feared being heard that he stopped himself from making noise, but rather a nagging feeling of shame that faded more and more into the background as he slowly rubbed his bulge harder and faster.

He wondered if God was watching him as he undid his pants, pulling down his boxer-briefs with a hesitancy that seemed to flow away the more he melted into the nagging desire to indulge. If he was being watched, Edward decided God had no right to be angry. It was he who decided to put the most tempting creature in the world right where Edward would meet her, he should have known this would happen. Edward wasn't to blame, he was doing what any person would have done in his situation, and what was life anyways without indulgence?

With another deep inhale, Edward grew more confident. Using his leaking tip as lubricant, he began to quickly stroke his length. There was no point in taking things slowly, he had spent his whole life pent up and teased, why would he do it to himself?

Edward thought of what you would do to him. Your deep pink tongue licking from his balls to his tip, your utterly indecent and irresistible eyes, oh so filled with life, gazing up at him tenderly. The thought made him let out a small groan he couldn't stifle in time. Edward thought of how your skin would feel under his touch, smooth and warm with the occasional blemish. He wanted to slowly run his hand up your bare thigh, watching you squirm with need as he showed you just a fraction of what his life was like.

His hand moved faster and faster and he thought of earlier that day, the way you stumbled upon your words when you first saw him. He decided he would coax you into talking during intimacy, wanting to see how you tripped and fumbled the words of praise for him that would flow out of your mouth as he showed you that drinking blood wasn't the only thing his mouth was good for. He would be a bit clumsy in the beginning, but that would be okay for you, wouldn't it? You don't demand perfection, you're soaked in the opposite, and that is perfect to him.

One more inhale had his brain melt, his hand speeding up as much as he can take as he wonders if he'll be your first too. Surely he will be. If this experience taught him anything, it would be that you were made for him, and as he had never felt this pull to anyone else before, he was inclined to believe he was made for you too. He let out a growl as he thought about someone else laying a hand on you, deciding he should just claim you when the opportunity arises, painting your skin with his-

His loud moans turned to heavy pants, not from lack of air that he doesn't need, but from the intensity of what he had just done. The white liquid flowed down his tip and fist, and a sense of freedom rushed over him. He wasn't bad for this, he was doing what anyone else would do. You were rubbing off on him after just one interaction, making him oh so perfectly imperfect.

He grabbed a tissue from the box that had been placed on the table beside his couch for show, and wiped himself off, tossing the soiled tissue into the trash. His eyes went to his phone, which he turned on with a soft click. He felt better about everything, about himself, about you. What was life without indulgence?

Hello, It's Edward Cullen from the book store. Would you like to get coffee together soon?

He smiled to himself after typing out and sending his message, his hand bringing the piece of paper to his nose one last time, craving your essence, not wanting to miss even a hint of what lingers.

IMAGINES- Jasper x reader

My Star

(This was requested months ago and I’m so sorry I’m just now putting this out 😭)

Twilight Masterlist

In which Jasper lost his “Star” before turning into a vampire and years later spots her with his new vegetarian family.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Carlisle asked Jasper whose eyes were widened already trying to control his thirst around all the humans.

He nodded his head.

Edward and Emmett stood on either side of him.

“If it gets too much let one of us know.” Alice stood in front of Jasper with a sweet smile on her face.

The family thought Alice and Jasper would end up together due to how much he trusted her but Alice knew she wasn’t the one for him.

He mourned for his lover before them.

Before turning.

She knew that was the only woman for him.

And he was glad she understand, not having to speak on it. The pain was too much for him to bare so he kept silent about it.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles down at the girl, his hands laid behind him, clasped together.

“Alright, you got this.” She nods at him, getting out of their way and the three men enter together. The rest of the family behind them.

As they entered the loud building the energy switched.

Jasper focused on the music that played, watching the girls that kicked their feet and played with the bottoms of their dresses as they danced.

The men that encourage them, cheering them on.

He scanned the room, observing.

“I want to dance.” Rosalie stated behind them.

“Let’s dance then baby!” Emmett boomed.

Edward furrowed his brows trying to remind them of why they were here.

Alice placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let them have fun.” She nods her head to assure him.

Edward makes eye contact with Carlisle who also allows it, taking Esme’s hand and taking her to dance.

He scoffs, staying sternly next to Jasper.

Jasper still scanned the room, not paying attention to his new family. Alice joined Jasper’s other side and took his hand.

“Want to try to dance too?” She had a lot of hope and confidence in him.

Something he could say the same for.

The blood burning his nose as he tried his hardest to hold it in.

“I don’t know, honestly.” He answers her, his nose flaring but he tries to hold it in.

“You got this, trust me.” She pulls him onto the dance floor as well.

Alice begins to twist her hips, following the rhythm of the music.

“C’mon!” She encourages, now kicking her feet and moving his arms for him.

“I don’t know how to dance.” He begins to smile.

“Just follow my lead.” She gets more into and he finally follows suit, the burning in his nose still there but she distracts him from it.

Edward still stood there, solemnly.

Watching Jasper’s every move, making sure he doesn’t get caught up and switch like a light.

As Jasper dances, he glances around again.

A shine of a light flashes on a man and he stares at the guy for a little bit before moving alone onto the next thing.

This time his eyes spot a lady.

A lady who looks oddly familiar.

Her hair bouncing as she dances and laughs.

Time freezes for him. Alice notices his change in posture. His moves slow down.

“Jasper?” She turns to see what he’s looking at. Edward comes up to them, pulling them off the dance floor.

“What happened?” Edward aggressively questions.

“I- I don’t know.” Alice stammers, Jasper’s eyes don’t leave the girl he saw.

“Jasper, what’s going on?” Edward grabs onto the mans shoulders.

“I see her.” Is all that leaves his lips.

“See who?” Alice asks, gently pushing Edward out of the way.

“My star.” He whispers, shoving past Alice and Edward, the girl left the dance floor and to the bar.

He stays feet away but watch her every movement just like Edward was doing to him.

But for him, he was trying to see if it’s true.

If it’s his star. As she got her drink, Edward grabs onto him once again.

“Jasper, you can’t do that.” Glaring at the man who doesn’t seem to be there. Not paying attention to his “brother.”

She’s on the move once again, a man beside her this time. She’s flirting with him and Jasper feels a pang in his chest.

She laugh and he hears it for a split second. That’s how he knew, it’s her.

It’s his star.

She grabs onto the man’s shirt that she’s flirting with and guides him outside into the back of the building. Jasper realizes he needs to get Edward off of his back.

He looks around trying to find something to do so. Alice watches Jasper’s movements and then she gets a vision.

Holding onto the wall once it’s over.

She grins and goes over to Edward.

“Eddie!” She laughs vibrantly, grabbing onto the boy and spinning him around. “Please dance with me!” She then spins herself with his hand. “Alice, now’s not the time.”

“When ever is there a time, Edward.” She pouts, then glances at Jasper and widens her eyes, telling him to go as she distracts the boy.

He mouths a “thank you” before rushing off. Following who he believes is his lover.

He exits the building, now being quiet.

He looks around for her. Not spotting her as the wind blows in the air. The moon shining down on him and the body of water ahead.

He takes a few steps out, he hears some noises of a man whimpering, gargling his own blood.

The blood smell fills Jasper’s nostrils.

He feels enticed by it, his body moving slowly towards the dying body feet away from him. It’s the man that she came out with.

It’s the same man from before.

And before he can get any closer his body flies to the ground with a thud. Someone pinning him down. “Who are you?” A voice questions, shoving him further into the ground.

The lady not getting a look at him.

He grunts, trying to fight her off. Slowly he stops fighting, trying to get a good look at her face.

“My star.” He huffs out, his hands laid next to him and her strength weakens on him. Pulling her hands back.

“Jasper?” Her voice breaks, this time he flips them over and pins her down. Not harshly.

She laughs loudly.

“My Jasper!” She squeals, not able to do anything but she kicks her feet to the ground as he stares down at her with a grin.

“[Name], I thought you were dead.” He tells her, observing every feature upon her face.

“I thought you were dead.” She lifts her head up to tell him. He lets her arms go but still straddles her waist, slightly hovering above her though.

“You’re one of them too?” He notices the blood that drips from her mouth.

“I was turned after you left, they invaded our home.” She informs him, leaning up on her elbows. He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

“I should’ve been with you.” He mentally beats himself up.

“Hey! Who’s back here?!” A voice shouts and the two scramble up. Jasper grabs her hand, yanking her away from the scene. They hide behind a vehicle as a sheriff flashes a light around the area they were just at.

He finds the body and gasps. [Name] giggles to herself, watching from the window of the car.

She looks down at Jasper with a smile, gripping his hand and she guides him to the lake in a fast movement.

“You eat humans?” He suddenly asks her. She furrows her brows. “What else would I eat, darling?” She bends down, cleaning the blood off of her face. Luckily none of it got onto her dress.

“Animals.” He responds in a quiet tone.

“Your family’s one of the vegetarians?” She sat on her knees but turned her body to his direction.

“Your’s isn’t?” He tilts his head.

“I don’t have one. I’ve been alone since they killed everyone in our village.” She hums, playing with the water.

“Everyone?” He repeats.

She then realizes how insensitive she sounds, that was his family too. “The Volturi, since everyone grew in havoc they deemed us dead. No hope for any of us to be civil enough to live out in the world.” She thinks back to her memories of when it all happened, the fire.

“I escaped without anyone realizing. I’ve been on the run for a while.” She stands up.

“Before the village was turned they told me you died. I had no reason of living. But then I was turned and I couldn’t even kill myself. It was tragic.” She places a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently.

“Did you ever return home?” She goes to take her hand back but he grabs it, keeping it on his face. Cradling her hand.

“No, she told me you were dead and I couldn’t bare to see your name on a grave.” He spoke softly.

“She?” She furrows her brows.

“Maria. She turned me. Made me her personal soldier after she told me you were dead.” He closes his eyes trying to fight back the memory of him falling to his knees when he found out his star was dead.

“I’ll kill her.” Venom laces in [Name]’s voice but Jasper chuckles.

“She’s dead, my Star.” He shakes his head.

“Good, she’ll never experience my torture.” She half-jokes. Knowing there’s some truth to it.

“Never leave my side again.” He kisses her hand, pulling her into his arms.

“Never again.” She agrees, laying her head on his chest. It was cut off by yelling.

“Jasper!” His siblings were looking for him, he grabbed [Name], holding her close to him as the family found the man.

“Who is this?” Rosalie was the first to question. Esme held Carlisle’s hand. Alice clapped her hands.

“It’s her!” She grinned. Jasper gave the shorter girl an earnest smile.

“Her?” Rosalie gave a dirty look, still confused. “It’s [Name], his passed lover.” Carlisle announces.

Edward then lets it all hit him.

That’s why he was acting weird in the building. Relief also hits him when he doesn’t see blood all over him. Just a little on the girl next to him.

The Major - Jasper Hale x Reader

Requested by anonymous: jasper x reader and the reader is shy but confident and can be funny at the wrong time. Since she’s dating jasper, she hasn’t met the major yet, so when she does she teases him, but good natured, yet everyone is worried that the major will overreact. The volturi find out about her and her powers *controls the elements* she accidentally makes fun of how Aro giggles, the major comes out but everything turns out okay. I just need protective and fluffy major so much right now

I’m sorry this took so long! I lost all inspiration to write for a while and I didn’t want to just write like complete garbage lol. Also, I changed it up a bit, but protective Jasper is still there. I hope you like it!

You were sitting in the Cullen living room along with the family, just enjoying the afternoon together.

Suddenly, Alice gasped and the book she was reading fell to the floor.

“What is it Alice?” Bella looked at her with concern and reached to touch her arm.

Alice’s eyes were completely zoned out and she looked faint. You felt nervous not knowing what she was seeing. A few moments later her eyes cleared up and her brows knit together in focus. “They’re coming for her.”

Your stomach flipped and fear burned through your veins. “W-what? Me? And who?”

Jasper moved quickly over to you and held you. “Why? What do they want?” You had never heard him sound so scared.

“I saw them testing her abilities…they must know she’s special…” She trailed off and looked at you.

“Who?!” You shouted.

“The Volturi.” She blinked, still a bit out of it.

You remembered Jasper once telling you about the Italian coven, but you had never met them in person.

“Well what do we do? When will they be here?” Esme stepped forward.

“Soon…I’m—I’m not sure exactly, but soon.”

All of a sudden, Emmett came through the doorway looking angry. “The Volturi are coming. I saw them in the clearing while I was out hunting. Why the hell are they here?!” He raised his voice.

“They want to meet (Y/N).” Esme looked over at him. She moved in front of you and held your hands, looking into your eyes. “We’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

You nod and look over your shoulder at Jasper. You couldn’t quite read his face but you knew he was thinking of how to protect you.

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Take care of me - Carlisle x Reader x Charlie (smut)

Since y’all wanted something like this: Here you go. Pure filth, no plot. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader got into a car crash, but she got away with only a few bruises - but that won’t stop her two lovers from taking what they’re desperate for.

Warnings: 18+, piv, oral (m), threesome, somewhat public

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!Reader x Charlie Swan (1.3k words)

picture credit to the original owner

“It’s alright, love, keep looking at me.” Carlisle had his cold fingers placed on (y/n)’s chin, tilting her head towards him. He studied her intently, eyes wandering over her slightly bruised features. A thick blanket of silence wrapped itself around the two, keeping (y/n) close to Carlisle as he studied her wounds.

Before she could even try to speak up, to tell him that she was fine, the door to his office was ripped open, exposing Charlie’s panicked features. She was too focused on him to pay attention to the sound of the door lock clicking shut, locking the three in Carlisle’s office. The Chief came to a halt next to the doctor, staring down at (y/n) with his dark eyes.

“She’s alright, just a few scratches. She’s a tough one, but we knew that already didn’t we?” Carlisle spoke his words to Charlie, lips pulled into a smirk solely reserved for (y/n) and Charlie’s eyes to see. But Charlie kept his concerned eyes focused on (y/n), doubting that she had gotten away with only a few scratches, not after seeing her wrecked car.

“Promise, I’m alright, Charlie.” Her hand found his, pulling him closer to press her head against his chest. She heard the soft sigh leaving Charlie, wrapping his arms around (y/n)’s middle to keep her close. “You know nobody could take as good care of me as the two of you, the bruises will fade soon.”

“We’ll definitely look after you, that’s our job after all.” A smile began to widen on (y/n)’s lips, mind momentarily thinking back to all these nights she had spent trapped between the bodies of her two lovers, an unspoken secret neither of them dared to speak of when leaving one another’s side. Slowly she lifted her head off Charlie’s chest, pulling him in for a kiss to momentarily distract him from his worries, forcing a raspy groan from the chief.

“Don’t try to distract me, sweetheart, I won’t touch you while you’re hurting.” The pout that tugged on (y/n)’s lips left Carlisle chuckling, stepping closer once again to stare down at her. Anticipation flushed through (y/n), she could only hope that Carlisle would manage to soothe Charlie’s worries, she didn’t want to keep away from her two lovers, wanted to feel their hands on her body at any given chance.

“She’ll be alright as long as we take good care of her. I mean, look at her, already so needy for us.” Carlisle’s voice grew raspier with every word he spoke, pulling (y/n) in for a kiss before he took a step away, shuffling out of his white coat. He leaned back against the edge of his table, watching Charlie ponder over his words for a second before he slowly nodded. “How do you want us, love?”

She struggled to reply, mouth suddenly all too dry, throat growing tighter with every inhale of air, only Charlie’s dark voice managed to rip her out of her trance, heart jumping a few beats, “Carlisle asked you a question, sweetheart, speak when you’re asked to, be a good girl for us.”

“I don’t care, just want you both.” A hum left Carlisle as he studied (y/n) for a few more seconds. Her whimpers left the two men excited, wanting her just as much as she needed them.

“Take off your clothes and get on all fours on my stretcher.” The men’s eyes met, wordlessly communicating about how this would play out. But neither of them managed to hold eye contact for long, distracted by (y/n)’s now naked frame.

She had followed Carlisle’s command almost blindly, forced into a position she was no stranger to. Both men stepped closer, undoing their trousers to free their hardening cocks with smirks thrown one another’s way; they’d be ruthless, set on taking what they were aching for. With Carlisle placed behind her and Charlie standing in front of her, (y/n)’s body did what it had done numerous times before, lips parted for Charlie’s cock, while Carlisle’s hand found her wet cunt.

A moan clawed through her as Carlisle pushed two fingers into her from behind the same second Charlie pushed his cock into her mouth. Both men groaned at the feeling of her body reacting to their touches, while she took as much of Charlie as she could, her walls clenched around Carlisle’s cold fingers, still not used to the sensation.

Her mind struggled to focus, torn between too many emotions, trying to focus on the way Charlie’s cock twitched inside her mouth, meeting the back of her throat with every thrust, trying to pay attention to the way Carlisle momentarily let go of her, only to push his cock into her from behind seconds later.

It felt as if the world around her had stopped spinning for a few seconds, instantly silencing her racing thoughts – feeling more complete than she had the past days. Carlisle wasn’t soft with her, he kept his fingertips buried in her naked flesh as he took what he was desperate for, cock forcing her walls apart with every ferocious thrust.

(Y/n) was a moaning mess, with tears dripping from her glassy eyes and heat rising to her face. Her eyes kept holding contact with Charlie, who stared down at her. She greedily swallowed around him, cheeks hollowed to draw those deep groans from him she loved to hear. In moments like these, she was theirs to own, theirs to toy with, not daring to speak up as the two men took what they were offered, mercilessly claiming her as theirs.

“You like that, don’t you, love? You want to make us proud, take what we offer you.” She choked on her gasps, eyes rolling back into her head as Carlisle’s cock disappeared even deeper inside her tightness, nudging that swollen spot with every ferocious thrust. “C’mon use your words, or are you already too fucked out to even speak?”

“Yes, I love it, love it so much.” Charlie had pulled away from her for a few seconds, allowing (y/n) to catch her breath to try and reply to Carlisle’s words. The seconds passed all too quickly, seconds the two men used to change position. With a gasp clawing through her, (y/n)’s swollen lips were forced apart by Carlisle’s throbbing cock as Charlie fucked into her.

“Fuck, I can feel her clenching my cock, you’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Charlie’s words were met with a hum leaving (y/n), letting the sound buzz on Carlisle’s thin skin, watching an expression of pleasure tug on his pale features. The tall doctor had his hand buried in her hair, guiding her movements, forcing his cock even deeper than Charlie had all these moments ago.

But the second Charlie slung an arm around her, circling her throbbing bundle, she was done for. With her eyes squeezed shut, (y/n) came, unable to keep on moving, allowing Carlisle to fuck her mouth. Their sounds mixed together, forming something so sinful she found herself burning up.

Her two lovers almost came in unison, letting go with deep groans and curses, filling her mouth and cunt with their cum. With glassy eyes staring up at Carlisle she watched the man slowly step away from her, leaving her feeling empty as Charlie also pulled out of her tightness.

“Alright, now we have to get you home to get some food into you, but don’t think we’re done with you yet, love.”

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Sundays meant game day. They also meant Bella would be out of the house hanging out with Edward or one of the other Cullens. This also meant that you and Charlie got some much-needed alone time. The sun was setting, the last of the sun’s rays dipping behind the horizon. 

You padded into the dimly lit living room, cold beer in hand. The soft glow of the TV allowed you to make out your path. Charlie’s team had begun to lose horribly, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. 

You set the beer on its designated coaster and approached his position sprawled out on the couch. Wordless you crawled on top of him, taking him by surprise. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat

“Hey there,” he said, affection and curiosity evident in his tone. 

“Hey,” you replied softly, wrapping your arms around him. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your sleep shirt left little to the imagination, and the bare skin was tantalizing. His hands drifted downward, and you forced yourself to focus on the game. 

You dragged yourself upward, making sure to grind against the imprint of his length. You disguised it as reaching for a blanket and covering the both of you. Charlie eyed you, the game completely forgotten, and you felt him twitch under you. 

His hands drifted under your sleep shirt and moved to cup your ass. Charlie sucked in a breath when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

“Whatcha up to, darlin’?”

You looked up at him innocently, “I’m just watching the game.” 

“Wanna explain where your underwear went?” 

You sat up to straddle him and grin. The blanket falls, splayed against Charlie’s thighs.  “Are you gonna search me, Chief Swan?” 

He dragged his fingertips along your bare thighs, eyes dancing across your features. “I think I might have to, miss,” he responded, donning the tone he used when he was working. 

Your smirk turned devilish as you slid your hand in between your bodies and palmed him. Charlie jutted his hips upward and met your movements. He leaned up to kiss you, his lips moving languidly against yours. 

His hands began to wander over the soft expanse of your back and eventually to your chest. He kneads your breasts and extends a thumb to glide across your nipple as you kiss him, eliciting a soft moan from the both of you. 

You pulled away and hooked a finger into the waistband of Charlie’s sweatpants and tugged, revealing what you’d been aching for all evening. You wrapped your hand around him and pumped it slowly, teasing him. He released a shaky breath as he bucked his hips. 

You lifted yourself up and swiped his cock through your folds, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him. His large hands grip your hips and helped you down, watching as your dripping core swallowed his cock. 

He hissed as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight, baby.” 

The sound of jingling keys into the lock of your front door caused you to jump, your pussy clenching around Charlie. 

You were quick to grab the edge of the blanket and cover the both of you. Your head nearly collided with Charlie’s chin in your hurry to lie down and act inconspicuously. The pounding of his heart reverberated against the shell of your ear as you rested your head on his chest. He twitched inside you, nervousness mixing with excitement. You’d never done anything this risky before. 

Bella’s footsteps neared, and you prayed she couldn’t see the scarlet dusting your cheeks. All you could focus on was just how deep Charlie was inside of you, and it was making your mind hazy. 

“Hey!” Charlie called, attempting to keep his tone even. “You’re home early.”

You lifted your head slightly to look at the teenager. 

“Yeah, we have a test tomorrow. Edward wanted me to have time to study,” she said nonchalantly. Charlie nodded, feigning approval. “Enjoy the game, guys,” Bella waved her goodbye and headed for her bedroom. 

Once you heard the familiar sound of her door clicking shut, you breathed out a sigh of relief. Charlie let out a soft groan. 

“That was close,” Charlie murmured, shifting his hips slightly. You nodded, your core still fluttering around him.

“Too close.” 

“How ‘bout we watch the game in our room?” 

You grinned before sliding off of him, biting your lip to prevent yourself from moaning. Your arousal was nearly dripping down your legs as you stood, and heat rushed to your cheeks at the sensation. 

Charlie quickly tucked himself back into his sweatpants before standing up from the couch, the imprint of his erection still very evident.

You held out a hand to him. “Don’t wanna miss too much of the game.” 

“No, we don’t,” he answered, lacing his fingers with yours and leading you to the bedroom.

Charlie being nervous about being more dominant and rough in bed but you reassure him cause you trust and love him. He goes all in. He loves being called daddy and he praises and degrades reader.

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summary - you and your partner discuss doing something in the bedroom, and he decides to give it a try.

warning - smut, daddy kink, oral sex, creampie, swearing, fingering.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You and Charlie had discussed trying something new in the bedroom, wanting to spice it up a little, and you had asked for him to be rougher, more dominant. You noticed he had become hesitant, not talking about it after that, so when he pulled you into the bedroom, you could say you were shocked. “Uh… Undress for me, Darlin’.” You could see he was nervous, which made your heart squeeze, thinking he felt uncomfortable. 

You crawl to the end of the bed and grab his hands. “Baby, we don’t have to do this if you feel uncomfortable. I love and trust you and am happy to do whatever you feel comfortable with.” You kneel up, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“No, no. I want to do this. I just… I’ve never done this before and don’t want to disappoint you.” You nod, bringing his hands to your lips and kissing his knuckles.

You think of a way to try and trigger his more dominant side. You slowly let go of his hands and scoot back, lying back on the bed and spreading your legs. You expose your bare cunt to your man. “Why doesn’t Daddy have a taste?” You watch as something switches inside him, and his eyes darken more than they did from looking at your glistening cunt. You squeal as his hands wrap around your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“Should I, huh? Should Daddy have a taste?” He growls, watching you gulp from his words. Charlie kneels, spreading your legs even more and leaning in. His tongue immediately begins to lap against your soaking cunt. Your fingers curl against the sheets, arching your back as he feasts on you. “Such a little slut for Daddy. Who made you this wet?” He begins to rub your swollen clit, flicking and pinching it, rolling it between his fingers. 

“You did, Daddy!” You whimper, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure intensifies. “Fuck, Charlie! Feels so good!” You scream as he slaps your cunt. You stare at him with wide eyes as you throb between your legs. 

“It’s Daddy, you whore. Don’t you wanna be my good girl?” You nod, whimpering as you pout. Charlie buries himself back between your legs, lapping at your folds and swollen button, sucking on it as he watches you from below. You whine as he stops. “Such a good little slut. You better fucking cum, or I will punish you.” You whine, nodding, feeling your mind become fuzzy when he continues. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while he inserts his fingers, thrusting roughly and fast, curling them upwards, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and your juices to squirt out of you, covering him. “Good girl.”

Your eyes flutter closed, and a soft moan escapes you when you feel his hardened member enter you. His hand wraps around your throat, and he begins to pound into you, grunting in your ear. “Fuck, darlin’. You always feel so fucking amazing around me. You’re my good girl and as my good girl. You’re going to take my cum aren’t you?” You whine, nodding and gripping onto him. “Made me nearly cum just by calling me Daddy.” He lifts your hips, thrusting harder and deeper into your warm cunt before he groans and empties himself. “Shit, so good.” Charlie slowly pulls out and begins to clean you, and then he crawls into bed, pulls you close to him, and kisses the side of your head. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Charlie.”

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Protection | A.V x Reader

warnings: mentions of injury (vampire reader), slight hints of possessive nature,

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As of recently, you had been having trouble with one of the lower guards. It wasn’t too bad, some light teasing comments here and there and perhaps a few disguised insults thrown within but it had never been a physical problem; you never felt the need to tell your mate. You were still technically a newborn, though you had battled down on keeping your strength maintained and you did not have as much of the desire to drink every living thing within a one hundred or so mile range anymore. You were doing better and you thought you could handle yourself.

That was until Alec was away on a mission, as he typically was. Casually, you decided to take a stroll through the castle, making your way to the courtyard to sit and read for a while. It had become a sanctuary within the walls of your newfound home and often times you found yourself sitting beneath the large tree, admiring the well kept greenery and feeling the warmth of the sun hitting your porcelain skin. It was just so calming to your frantic thoughts, and none of the humans could see in here, so why wouldn’t you take advantage of it?

However, it was only on the way back to your room that an issue started to arise. You had bumped into a few of the lower guards chatting away within the training room corridors and you sent them a friendly smile, continuing on your way. You failed to notice that he was one of them, just as you failed to notice the way he snuck away from the group to follow you, clearly seeing how lost in your own mind you were.

You snapped out of your thoughts quickly when you heard him whistle, stopping and turning around.

“Hey Y/N, whatcha doing?” He eyed the book in your hands, taking a few steps closer to take it out of your hands. “ Dracula, huh? How… ironic”

You gave him a tight smile, though you noticed the ever growing smirk on his face and knew it was not good news. You pulled the book from him hesitantly.

“It was a gift.” Your voice was stiff as you spoke.

“A gift?”

“Mhm. From my mate.” You enunciated the word, hoping to remind him that you were in fact mated to one of the deadliest vampires to exist, though he didn’t seem to take the bait.

“How lame… i’m sure I could give you a gift with much more sentimental value than that.” He continued to smirk at you and the uneasy feeling in your stomach grew. You laughed nervously, unsure what to do before taking a step back.

“Remember who you’re talking to. I- I must be on my way.”

You winced as you stuttered, and your brain began to hiss insults at your stupidity.

What a futile attempt at sounding threatening, Y/N.

As you took another step away from the guard you felt him grab your arm. You froze. Your book flew to the ground.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Y/N. We can have so much fun together”

You hissed loudly as his grip tightened, pulling you towards him. Little hairline cracks began to appear on your arm, and you whimpered quietly. This seemed to entertain him more and his smirk grew into a menacing grin.

“Come on, don’t be such a bitch. Live a little. Or has that little witch twin dug his claws too deep into you…”

“I highly suggest you remove your hand before I do it for you.”

A growl came from behind you both and you turned, seeing your mate standing a few feet away from you. His eyes were black as they settled on the cracks forming on your arm, and you could just barely see the ring of red surrounding them. You winced as the guard instinctively tightened his grip momentarily, larger jagged lines creeping up your arm, and suddenly Alec was in front of you both, forcefully removing the guards hand from where it held you and tearing it from his body with ease. A scream of pain sounded through the stone hallway as he fell to his knees. Alec simply smirked as he stared down at him before humming, speaking over his shoulder to address you.

“Sweetface, why don’t you go and find Jane? I believe she was looking for you.” He turns to watch you as you nod.

“O-okay…” You pick up your book from where it had dropped to the floor, quickly leaving the corridor.

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Sat upon the stool of Jane’s vanity she continued to brush your hair gently, eying you in the mirror whilst you twisted your previously injured wrist around.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She questioned, placing the brush down and beginning to twist a braid into your hair.

“Yeah I’m good. I just wonder what Alec-” You smiled up at her. As if on que, the door opened and said boy waltzed right in, making his way right over to where the two of you resided.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” Jane raised her eyebrows playfully, a teasing tone in her voice making you giggle.

“Shut up” He threw the snarky remark to her, a smile on his face regardless, and she laughed. He turned his attention to you, kneeling in front of you.

“Are you okay, my love?” He took your wrist in his hand, twisting it gently to see if any damage remained. It didn’t, of course, but that didn’t stop him from pulling it to his lips and pressing kisses to it.

“I’m okay.” You reassure softly. Alec smiles at your sweet nature before shooting a look at Jane. She rolled her eyes, finishing up the intricate braid she had twisted into your hair.

“I’ll give you two a minute…” She moved to the door, turning back momentarily “Just a reminder that this is my room.”

Alec scoffed and watched the door close.

“I swear sometimes I wonder why she has to be so sassy all the time. I can see where you get it from now. Too much time together. ” He smiled up at you and you giggled again.

“As if you can hardly talk.” You placed a hand upon his cheek as he raised an eyebrow. You sighed, smile dropping “Is he..?”

Alec simply nodded and turned to place a reassuring kiss to the palm of your hand.

“He shall not bother you again, sweetface.” His eyes hold the promise however you could see something else beneath it and suddenly you were asking what was wrong before you could stop yourself.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was bothering you?” His voice hardened slightly, though still held a softness to it nonetheless. “Were you worried that I would-“

You cut him off with a shake of your head.

“No, love, none of this is your fault. I should have told you, it was just… it was never really that serious. It didn’t seem like something I couldn’t handle on my own.”

“Was he physical with you beforehand?” He frowned, hands finding your own and stroking the top of your palms soothingly. You shook your head again.

“No… it was just little comments and stuff.” You shrugged “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

He shushed you gently and stood you both up, pulling you into his arms.

“Mia amore, you are not at fault. I promise you I am not angry at you whatsoever. I know you can handle yourself.”

You smiled up at him whilst he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gazed up at him lovingly.

“Thank you, my love. For helping me and for not being angry with me”

“Always.” He whispered as he leant down, pressing a kiss to your lips. The door opened as he did so, revealing his sister with a grimace on her face.

“Well at least you aren’t going at it on my bed”

Your mate pulled away with a look of horror, turning to glare at her. You laughed at their bickering .

“Jane. I swear to god-”

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Kinktober Day 8

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Summary- What more can I say? You and your mate love the chase...

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Warnings: Primal kink, Collaring, Brat kink, Hunter/Prey

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec Volturi x Hybrid! Fem! Reader

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Wind rushes past, whistling in your ears as you run through the forest, dodging branches and foliage. Your heart hammers in your chest in time with your feet pounding on the ground.

You can hear him behind you, but you don't dare chance a look. You push your legs to carry you faster as you try to keep your lead. He had given you a ten-minute head start, and this is all you had to show for it. He had only started after you a minute ago and already closed the majority of the distance between you by the sounds of it.

"You can run all you want, but you can never escape me!" HIs voice echoes through the trees, sounding out with a sinister glee.

'Shit!' your mind races as you take in your surroundings.

Trees on all sides of you seemed to close in as you looked for a place to hide. You knew he was right: you couldn't outrun him, but you could try your best to hide.

There! A fallen tree with a hollowed-out hole just big enough for you to squeeze into. Rushing over, you quickly slide in, making sure to cover your tracks leading to the log. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you try to slow your breathing and calm your racing heart.

"Y/n~" You can hear his voice call out, sounding much closer than before. "Where are you?"

You're sure he can hear your heart beating its way out of your chest. He has to. There's no way he doesn't; he's just toying with you.

Your hands are shaking with adrenaline, fear and anticipation pumping liquid fire through your veins along with a different heat that's curling in your gut. Sticks are snapping under his weight as he stalks closer and closer to where you're hiding. You know he's doing it on purpose too; knows you can hear as he comes closer and closer to where you're hiding.

Then it goes silent.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four beats.

You think that by some miracle he missed you. Your hands move from covering the labored breaths coming from your mouth to hold onto the petite leather strap around your neck.

Taking the moment to rest your head against the log, you can't help but pat yourself on the back. You finally did it, you won.

And then your arm is grabbed, and you're pulled from the fallen tree in favor of being pinned against a cold, hard chest.

"Gotcha," His cool breath fans against your ear.

"Go fuck yourself!" you spit out as you struggle to free yourself.

Your attempts prove fruitless as he effortlessly spins you around and all but slams you against the nearest tree.

"Well, you see, that's kinda what I was hoping you'd do."

Before you can protest about your back, Alec is pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss and you can no longer bring yourself to care.

Your hands come up to tangle in his soft black locks as you press yourself closer to him. He nips at your bottom lip before hiking your leg up to press even closer to you. His cock already hard and pushing deliciously against your clothed slit in a way that has you moaning in anticipation.

Alec shifts to press kisses and bites into the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks that would surely leave a bruise -even if only for a few hours, damned accelerated healing.

Getting impatient, you drag your hands down, trying to undo his slacks. He pulls away from your neck, grinning like a madman, as he grabs your wrists and undoes them himself before doing the same to yours.

When you're both free from the restrictive clothing, he's reaching down to lift you by the back of your thighs. Using the tree as support, he pushes into you, fully sheathing in one go.

"Fuck, you're so tight, love-" His head drops to the juncture between your shoulder and neck as he sucks in an unnecessary breath.

Your hand is back to gripping the short hairs near his neck when he begins to thrust.

It's a rough pace that has you shifting up against the trunk with every thrust. The woods around you amplifying the sharp slapping noises of skin hitting wet skin. It only serves to make you want him even more, though.

You swear you can feel Alec in your stomach with how deep he's hitting. His animalistic growling mixes with your high-pitched mewling as he continues to pound into your tight cunt.

Your hips are beginning to ache with each hit of his, but the slight pain just seems to add to the pleasure. You can feel the heat coiling tighter in your core as you get steadily closer and closer to your release. You can't help but have a little fun, though.

"Is this really all you've got?" you breathe out. "I have toys that have gotten me off quicker-"

Your sentence is cut off by him gripping the back of the collar wrapping around your throat so prettily.

"Do you really want to finish that sentence, piccola ragazza?" Alec growls out dangerously.

You can't help the shit-eating grin that graces your features.

"Say what?" You bat your eyes innocently. "That my bright pink dildo fucks me better than yo-!"

You're cut off with a yelp as you're pulled away from the tree and pinned to the forest floor.

"We'll see about that..."

He starts to fuck into you with a renewed anger that has you seeing black spots dance in your vision.

"Oh, god~" Your eyes roll back when the new position has him hitting your g spot with each thrust. "Oh, god, right there!"

"Still worse than your stupid little toys?" He sneers.

"A bit," you manage to squeak out between moans.

With a growl, Alec's hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your air supply just enough to make your head spin.

"If you want to keep running that smart ass mouth of yours, I can easily fix that."

Your fingers are digging into his wrist as he keeps his grip tight. The lack of air mixed with just how hard he's thrusting into you has you spiraling towards release faster than you'd like to admit.

Your moans are coming out choked as he continues to slam into you, abusing your sloppy cunt with each hit to your cervix. Every brush of his cock along your gummy walls has you inching closer and closer to an orgasm.

The nails of your free hand are digging into the leaves and dirt below you, creating drag lines as you're pushed and pulled by Alec's grip. You can feel the tension building more and more in your core, threatening to spill over with every shift of his hips.

A particularly hard thrust sends your head back as a guttural moan leaves your parted lips. You let go. Your orgasm sends full body shudders through you as your soaked cunt clenches around Alec. The pulsating of your gummy walls sends you mate over the edge as well.

His head drops to the crook of you neck as he stills inside you, his cool sperm filling any place he wasn't.

For a moment neither of you move, just taking the time to bask in each other's presence and whisper sweet nothings to the other.

Unfortunately, nothing last forever and you have to break apart. There's a beat of silence as you head back to the castle before you decide to break it.

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"You don't actually fuck worse than my bright pink dildo..."

And then you're running yet again.

Should I?

Based on this request:  Hi Meg! May I please request a continuation of “Why Shouldn’t I?” where the reader and Charlie are getting married and Charlie is going to be turned. Bella is pissed and really hates her new step-mother because she thinks she should be the only special Swan. Does that make sense?

Here you are!! As requested, this is part 2 of “Why Shouldn’t I?” *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: Angst-ish? Bella bashing, FLUFF!! 

Pairings/Characters: Charlie Swan x fem!vampire reader, Bella, Edward, The Denali Coven, The Volturi

A smile graced your face as you neared Charlie’s house. He had invited you over for a quiet evening in, which you absolutely didn’t mind. Being with the Cullens was almost NEVER quiet and the smell of Jacob was sometimes too much to bear. You loved being able to get away from it all with your mate. Bella hated it, but you hardly paid her any mind. She wasn’t going to come between you and Charlie.

         Charlie was the most amazing mate you could have ever asked for. Once you knew how to talk to him, he opened up. And when you were no longer keeping your true self a secret, Charlie had been nothing but supportive, asking questions and listening to your answers intently. He was the most kind, patient, and giving man you’d met in every aspect, but also wasn’t afraid of letting you know his real thoughts on things. It was refreshing and the more time you spent together, the more he swore he was feeling the bond of true mates.

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Charlie being nervous about being more dominant and rough in bed but you reassure him cause you trust and love him. He goes all in. He loves being called daddy and he praises and degrades reader.

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summary - you and your partner discuss doing something in the bedroom, and he decides to give it a try.

warning - smut, daddy kink, oral sex, creampie, swearing, fingering.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You and Charlie had discussed trying something new in the bedroom, wanting to spice it up a little, and you had asked for him to be rougher, more dominant. You noticed he had become hesitant, not talking about it after that, so when he pulled you into the bedroom, you could say you were shocked. “Uh… Undress for me, Darlin’.” You could see he was nervous, which made your heart squeeze, thinking he felt uncomfortable. 

You crawl to the end of the bed and grab his hands. “Baby, we don’t have to do this if you feel uncomfortable. I love and trust you and am happy to do whatever you feel comfortable with.” You kneel up, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“No, no. I want to do this. I just… I’ve never done this before and don’t want to disappoint you.” You nod, bringing his hands to your lips and kissing his knuckles.

You think of a way to try and trigger his more dominant side. You slowly let go of his hands and scoot back, lying back on the bed and spreading your legs. You expose your bare cunt to your man. “Why doesn’t Daddy have a taste?” You watch as something switches inside him, and his eyes darken more than they did from looking at your glistening cunt. You squeal as his hands wrap around your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“Should I, huh? Should Daddy have a taste?” He growls, watching you gulp from his words. Charlie kneels, spreading your legs even more and leaning in. His tongue immediately begins to lap against your soaking cunt. Your fingers curl against the sheets, arching your back as he feasts on you. “Such a little slut for Daddy. Who made you this wet?” He begins to rub your swollen clit, flicking and pinching it, rolling it between his fingers. 

“You did, Daddy!” You whimper, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure intensifies. “Fuck, Charlie! Feels so good!” You scream as he slaps your cunt. You stare at him with wide eyes as you throb between your legs. 

“It’s Daddy, you whore. Don’t you wanna be my good girl?” You nod, whimpering as you pout. Charlie buries himself back between your legs, lapping at your folds and swollen button, sucking on it as he watches you from below. You whine as he stops. “Such a good little slut. You better fucking cum, or I will punish you.” You whine, nodding, feeling your mind become fuzzy when he continues. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while he inserts his fingers, thrusting roughly and fast, curling them upwards, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and your juices to squirt out of you, covering him. “Good girl.”

Your eyes flutter closed, and a soft moan escapes you when you feel his hardened member enter you. His hand wraps around your throat, and he begins to pound into you, grunting in your ear. “Fuck, darlin’. You always feel so fucking amazing around me. You’re my good girl and as my good girl. You’re going to take my cum aren’t you?” You whine, nodding and gripping onto him. “Made me nearly cum just by calling me Daddy.” He lifts your hips, thrusting harder and deeper into your warm cunt before he groans and empties himself. “Shit, so good.” Charlie slowly pulls out and begins to clean you, and then he crawls into bed, pulls you close to him, and kisses the side of your head. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Charlie.”

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summary: you beg Edward to let you ride him, but obviously he denies it. But you convinced him of another method of riding

Content tags: 18+ ,!smut, thigh riding, dry humping! i think, fingering!, squirting! (this was collecting dust in the drafts for like ever)

short and ass (my bad)

e. cullen x reader

it was a chilly afternoon, the wind blowing, creating small tornados of dried up leaves, scratching the pavement. You and Edward are inside, his small cottage he had in the woods of Forks, Washington.

All afternoon you’ve been cuddled up against your cold skinned boyfriend. But you always feel warm around him.

while cuddling, you accidentally nudged him causing him to groan. to him it hurt but for you, you wanted to hear more.

This caused you to get hot. You started to kiss his cheek, then his jawline, then his neck. He enjoyed it too.

you got on top of him, kissing him, straddling him. He knew what you were doing.

“Y/n stop” he said

“oh cmon Edward, please” you continue kissing him, you now start to grind a bit against him.

“No y/n, you know we can’t, I’d love to but I can’t” he says shamefully while pushing you off of him.

You stop, and look at him in defeat. You’ve always tried to get him to continue but his morals just won’t let him.

Until an idea pops up in you mind.

“Edward” “yeah”

“what if- now hear me out, what if you let me ride you”

his palely skin turns a bit pink

“w-what? That still can’t-“

“no no but not with your dick…. With… your thigh”

he looks at you confused but somewhat interested

“yeah you let me .. ride you but on your thigh. It’s very simple, you let me do all the work and you don’t have to do anything”

You started to straddle him again, caressing his clothed chest.

“You just relax, i promise to make you feel good”

Edward was so mesmerized, he didn’t say anything . He let you take advantage of him. he laid his hands on the side of the couch, letting you do your thing

you got onto his cold and rough thigh. You were still clothed from the bottom.

You looked at him with lustful eyes and slowly grinding on his thigh, he knew this was wrong but he just couldn’t bother stopping you from fucking yourself into him. You just looked so good, eyes partially closed slowly grinding and running your hands up to your tits, and giving them a light squeeze.

you know he was watching your every move, so you grabbed his hands and replaced your hands from the previous position

“cmon baby, don’t be scared” you said slightly out of breath

he was scared but he trusted you and what were you doing. you saw the huge erection growing in his tight pants, you slowly crept your hands to the area that needed the most attention.

“no.. don’t touch” Edward huffed out

“please let.. me”

he held you, closing his eyes, feeling you slowly rubbing yourself on him. You were getting so needy, holding on to his broad shoulders, digging your nails into them.

"mmh.. like that.." you said while tiliting your head back, your eyes closing shut, eyebrows scrunting up in pleasure.

Edward holding you so tight, keeping you in place on his dick, wanting more friction.

you got up, and edward looked at you confused and frustrated, but you pulled down your leggings as well as your panties, quickly trying to shimmy your way out of them

"you keep your pants on" you huffed

your wet slick being absorbed by his jeans, seeing the patch of wetness on his dick print

you began to rub yourself on him, moaning loudly. Edward imagining it was his dick that was pumping into you.

you started to aggressively move your hips trying to get to your high

"fuck Edward.." you moaned. Edward needed to see more of you

he dared and inserted two fingers into you, this caught you by surprise, feeling his icy cold fingers pump you so good. your wetness lubing his fingers perfectly, to easily get in there deeper.

"yeah.. yes.. please edward" tears started to well up, "yeah? you like that? cmon.. look at me"

you tried to open your eyes,

finally looking at how beautiful he was. "atta girl, thats it.. how bad you want it?"

"yes! bad.. p-please. please.."

you stopped rubbing trying to let him continue with his fingers, but he stopped as well. "uh uh, cmon pretty, keeping moving"

frustrated, you kept rubbing on him. his fingers now going faster, placing his thumb on your clit, creating circular motions

"f-fuck ed- im com-"

edward was panting.. on his other hand, holding you tight

"m-me too"

sweat beads starting to fall down your forehead, you leaned forward placing your hot, sweating head on his. feeling the coldness of his skin.

feeling your stomach getting tight, holding onto his head, cry-moaning as you felt yourself release.

"come for me"

your head went back as you squirted and making a big mess on edward's jeans. besides the heatness of your cheeks from the sex, they got hotter of embarrassment of edward seeing you like that.

"o-oh my g-god" you panted out

Edward was shocked, and so incredibly turned on that you can do that.

"im.. im so sorry, this is so embarrassing.." "no no that was so hot" he looked at you with lovely eyes

he kissed you and wiped the sweat under your eyes, "you are so incredibly beautiful"

you smiled at him and fell over on the couch, still bare from the bottom.

"fuck edward..." you said in bliss, smiling to yourself

"well now i have to go change my pants.." he said as he got up

"sorry.."