#carlisle reader insert

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Patience 

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 6.4k

Summary: You’re a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after you’ve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month. 

Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial. 

a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!

As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement. 

You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again." 

She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.

Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.

The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable. 

You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest. 

Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.

He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.

Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"

“Mhm,” you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, “It comes and goes..” 

Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.

He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.

 You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath. 

Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.

"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.

You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting. 

Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.

He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Uh,” you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. “No, I’m not quite sure..” your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."

“I guess I’m just,” you try to come up with an excuse. “I just have a lot of things going on, huh?” you grin up at him stiffly. 

The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.

"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."

He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."

“Oh..” you lick your lip, “I guess I’m just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains aren’t a good sign..” your gaze falls to the tiled floor. 

Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."

“What.. what do you mean?” your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare. 

Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.

"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."

You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. “Oh?” 

Carlisle’s gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.

He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"

You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. “Like what? Doctor Cullen?” you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence. 

Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.

He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to." 

“I don't-” you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. “I don't think I know what you mean…” your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you. 

Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.

"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."

You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically. 

His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."

“Doctor..” you start, voice soft and full of desperation. 

Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.

"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."

“I..” your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. “I’ve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.” you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession. 

Carlisle’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.

"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."

He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"

“I want you to touch me..” you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.

"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."

You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisle’s hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.

You shiver at his cold skin against you, “Doctor,” you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullen’s lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.

“Tell me, princess,” he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. “Where do you want my hands? You’ve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, haven’t you? Now’s your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.”

“I want you to,” you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. “Touch me, here, between my legs..” you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “And how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?” he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.

You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.

He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

“Yes..” you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.

"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties. 

“Please… stop teasing me..” you whine, desperate for his touch. 

Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle. 

"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul. 

"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.

You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"

With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch. 

His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"

Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.

Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true." 

He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.

You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."

Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you. 

Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core. 

The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice. 

The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. 

You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.

Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch. 

His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper. 

He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter. 

The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.

Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. “You're quite the picture, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. “You know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,” he says, his voice deceptively casual

You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.

"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.

“You’re such a tease,” you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisle’s smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. “But what about you Doctor?” your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection. 

Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.

"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.

“Who will take care of you?” you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisle’s hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes. 

He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"

You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullen’s eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.

"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess." 

You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth. 

His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire. 

The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. 

His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax. 

The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure. 

Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. 

His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need. 

The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke. 

The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.

 You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.

Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue. 

His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure. 

His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. 

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point. 

He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. “You're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Taking advantage of my good nature like that.”

He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. “But I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,” he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.

“Then maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,” you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively. 

"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullen’s gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.

He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,” he murmurs.

You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.

His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.

You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. “Doctor..” you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.

"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.

“I want..” you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. “Your hand wasn't enough… I need more of you..” your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs. 

Carlisle’s breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.

"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.

“Please doctor?” the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.

"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.“

“I want you to fuck me, please..” you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisle’s eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"

With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs. 

You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room. 

You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires. 

He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.

As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. 

Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room. 

His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete. 

The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release. 

"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch. 

His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table. 

"I’ll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.

Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold. 

And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent. 

You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist. 

You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. 

You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will. 

You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw. 

You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.

“You can let go now.” he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity. 

The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling. 

His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation. 

As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive. 

You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions. 

The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.

[novthewolf]

Carlisle Cullen smut drabble #1

Warnings : fem!reader, smut, oral (f!receiving), gentle Carlisle face sitting, pussy drunk, feral Carlisle, manhandling, he's just hella strong, aftercare, english isn't my first language.

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"That's... are you sure it's a good idea ?" Surely it wasn't. Well, he did ask, well, beg, to indulge in this little fantasy of his, and you did like the sound of that, but...

You kept overthinking while rubbing your thighs together, the lingerie he generously gifted you hugging your unique curves in a way that made Carlisle want to devour you whole. Hopefully it was in the way he humbly asked of you.

He smiled, patient and reassuring. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to stand in between his spread legs. It was soft and comforting, the way he massaged your upper thighs, how he held you close.

"What are you scared about, lovely ?" He said, pressing a soft kiss to your hip dip.

"What if you can't breathe ?" You whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"I don't need to." He simply smiled and reminded you kindly. Carlisle gently leaned back, taking you with him. He steadied you with his hands on your waist, your knees on each side of his hips.

"What if I'm too heavy on your face..." Your voice shivered as his cold fingers slowly undid the laces of your bra. Warm, open-mouth kisses were placed along your throat. There would be no one else you would trust to touch the thin, fragile skin on your throat.

You wondered what he felt when he pressed his nose so close to your warm, tempting blood. Oh, love... if only you knew. The mix of hunger, lust, and love was maddening. Could you feel it in the way he took a long lap on the length of your throat? Or in the way his long fingers slipped in the delicate lacework of your white panties? Or maybe... in the way his pulsing member rubbed teasingly against your wet folds.

"Too heavy... do you doubt my strength, baby, mh ?" He grinned softly. Slowly, deliberately, closer and closer to his face. But his silly little baby couldn't stop worrying, her knees digging in the bed and stopping her from getting closer. Now, that just wouldn't do...

If you didn't want to move, fine... but he would get his goddamn meal.

He scooted under you suddenly, laying down on the bed, your soaking, plump pussy hovering above his eager mouth. He only gave you a millisecond, just enough time to push your panty to the side and for you to gasp before engulfing your sweet cunt with his lips and mouth. The shaky whine you let out at the unexpected slimy texture of his tongue sliding messily into your folds. He slurped at your precious fluids, drinking it greedily.

Carlisle had experienced it, and goddamn it, did you feel it? He ate you out so slowly, so good. His wet muscle massages your lips longingly, the pressure steady and firm. He moaned in your sensitive core; the deep sound vibrated across your buzzing skin. Your knees dipped in the bed, your mewls echoing in the room. It wasn't enough for him; it was never enough.

He kept going back and forth, teasing your hole, making your eyes flutter closed, and not yet touching your flushed clit. Not yet, at least. Thanks to his control and patience, he waited until you started rocking your face. But it was still so shy, so afraid. Your worry about his 'survival' is still there. His poor baby was scared; he couldn't have that.

"Come on, love... use me..." He mumbled, his lips completely covered in your juices. That's when he decided to push further. And by that I mean pushing his well-trained tongue into your twitching, eager hole.

And fuck, you reacted so well for him. You threw your head back, moaning his name so deeply it made his leaking cock pulse against the denim of his pants. Your worry seemed to vanish from your sweet Carlisle. He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. It was so carnal, so erotic, and God, you felt so fucking good. Maybe too good.

He started to lose control, to lose himself in the warmth of your thighs pressing so deliciously around his skull. The desperate rocking of hips, the flesh around your bones caressing his jawline in the process. The free moans you let out, so good, so real. Fuck, he loved you like this. But he needed more. More, more, and more. Carlisle felt his mind go blank; the lack of fucking friction against his crotch was unbearable, especially when he knew he could find perfect relief nestled in between your thighs. He was having a taste of heaven, and like the sinful creature he was, he wanted to sink himself in it.

He let out a loud growl as he fought himself. But in the end he agreed on one thing. He will not stop until he is drowned in your flooding release. But it was when you whimpered, gripping tightly on his blond hair, that he snapped. Could you blame him, lovely ?

"P-Please..."

Fuck-

The beast in him soared. His hands gripped onto your hips firmly, hoisting both you up. Using his speed and strength, he sprinted to the wall, pinning you to the wall. He held you up, your thighs on his shoulders, legs dangling on his back as his fingers dug into your lower back. His face pressed firmly against your sopping cunt. He sucked on your clit roughly, slurping, ravaging your wetness in his suckling, and saliva dripped down your thighs and his chin.

You panted shakily, holding onto his hair for dear life as you tried to rock yourself against his mouth, seeking more, more, and more. You might be going crazy too. The knots in your belly felt tighter, like a spring ready to explode due to the pressure. You were close, close to losing your goddamn mind.

Carlisle felt it too; it spurred him on better than any drug could ever do. He pressed you harder against the wall, eating you with reckless abandon. He felt so goddamn horny, pressure deep in his lower belly. He couldn't help it. He started rocking his hips against the wall, rough and harsh, and in that moment you weren't sure if you were thankful or disappointed you weren't the one receiving those merciless thrusts.

"Need you... need you so much, baby. Give it to me—fuck !" He moaned, pounding against the wall as he came right against the edge, just waiting to be tipped over. He thrust his tongue so deep in your pussy, hitting the spot that made you see stars.

"Carlisle…! Carlisle !" You cried out, your eyes flashing bright white as your body tensed almost painfully, your head leaning back against the hall as you came utterly and completely undone.

He drank your release as he exploded in his pants, his muscles tensing around you like a vice, marking the skin of your hips with his sheer strength. The pants and little sounds you were both letting out let you come down from your high slowly, almost tenderly.

Carlisle inhaled deeply, still buried against your heat, but the tremble in your thighs kept him grounded enough to regain his control. He finally seemed to notice the way he held you up against the wall. The grip on his hair was still firm, like you were preventing yourself from falling.

"It's okay, baby... shh... I got you…" He cooed quietly. Gently, he lowered you from his shoulders into his arms. The neglected bed welcomed you back as he laid you down on it, letting you relax and sigh in relief.

"I... I'm so sorry, love... You're okay ?" He murmured, kissing your temple and cheeks softly, like a silent praise. You did so well for me.

Your breathy chuckle reassured him, drawing his own smile in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to you as you placed a grateful peck on his cheekbone.

"Do you want me to bring you the towel ? Or cuddles first ?"

"Mmh... I'd like a towel... it's too sticky..." You grinned.

Carlisle chuckled and nodded, using once again his speed, and came back within seconds with a warm, wet towel. "There you go, my love."

The cleaning was soft and calm. You talked in hushed tones, you forgiving his loss of control, him asking if anything hurt during the act. Eventually, you two found yourselves naked and cuddled up right up to each other. Carlisle caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. And who knows...?

A second round is so easily achieved...

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[cece693]

Here goes out the finest dilf of all time (or at least in the twilight universe)—Charlie swan!!! I couldn't stop thinking about writing something for him and this idea came suddenly to me. Never was a Renee fan so this is going to bash her character immensely. Hope you enjoy!

Day Before the Wedding

pairing: charlie swan x gender neutral reader tags: Renee is a dick, Bella and Charlie are awesome, you're a cullen, not specified if you're human or a vampire, but in my head you are a vamp, green doesn't look good on Renee, Charlie getting his happily ever after :)

It happens at twilight, that slow drift of evening light stretching across the sky as you linger in the living room of the Swan household. The final touches for tomorrow’s wedding are in place—flowers tucked into vases, rows of chairs set out in the backyard, and the delicate swirl of ribbons hanging from the porch. You’d expected a hush of satisfaction to fill the house, a sense of calm before the celebration. Instead, a quiet tension hangs in the air.

The source is no mystery: Renee.

She’d arrived in Forks only a few days prior. Though your instincts bristled at the idea—her history with Charlie is…complicated—you encouraged him to extend an invitation anyway. After all, she’s still Bella’s mother, and you wanted to show good will and maturity. We’re all family in some sense, you told yourself.

But over the last few days, you’ve seen that courtesy returned with thinly veiled resentment. Jealousy. She’s not only upset that Charlie found happiness without her; it stings her pride to see him with someone better, someone from the Cullen family—a name practically synonymous with wealth, good looks, and that uncanny aura of perfection. Bella’s acceptance of you (not minding the fact she was also dating one certain Cullen boy) only poured salt in the wound.

Now, on the last evening before your wedding, it’s come to a head.

You’re in the living room, adjusting a loose piece of ribbon on one of the floral arrangements, when you hear raised voices in the kitchen. “You just can’t wait to rub this in my face, can you? Inviting me here, of all places. Picturing me watching while you marry someone from that Cullen family—Bella’s been practically adopted by them!”

“Renee,” Charlie warned, trying to keep his voice calm. “I invited you here because you’re Bella’s mother and because, once long ago, I loved you. I want to share my happiness—”

“Oh, you’re happy, all right. Happier than you ever were with me! And I’m supposed to just smile?”

Bella’s voice, tense but controlled: “Mom, this is ridiculous.”

Renee’s voice, pitched higher: “You don’t get it, Bella. You never do.”

A muffled response, then the sound of something bumping—a chair or a cabinet. Concern prickles at your chest. Setting the ribbons aside, you hurry into the kitchen to find Charlie, his face drawn tight with worry, standing between Bella and Renee. The two women glare at each other as if the slightest spark would set them off. When Renee sees you in the doorway, her expression sours further, eyes flicking to the ring on your finger. “And here they come. Perfect.”

“Mom, stop acting like Dad meeting them”—Bella jerks her head toward you—“is some personal insult to you. It’s not. He’s happy. I’m happy for him.”

Renee’s mouth twists. “Yes, I see how happy you all are,” she says bitterly. “With your perfect house”—her gaze sweeps over the tastefully decorated living room—“and your perfect wedding. How wonderful that Charlie finally managed to find someone to spend his days with.”

Charlie stiffens, and Bella’s face contorts with anger, but you don’t let the words affect you. It’s clear Renee’s lashing out from a place of jealousy—her ex-husband is moving on, and her daughter is slipping further away from the role of caretaker she once played in Renee’s life. You pity the woman, but you also know stirring the pot will accomplish nothing. So, with a calm only a Cullen could possess, you step forward.

“Renee,” you say gently, “I’m sorry you’re upset. We wanted you here for Charlie’s sake, and for Bella’s. But if being here is hurting you—”

Renee cuts you off with a sharp laugh, though her eyes shine with something that looks far too raw to be mere anger. “Hurting me? The only thing hurting me is watching you all pretend I’m the bad guy for feeling left behind. I was his wife, I’m Bella’s mother—am I not allowed to be upset that I’ve been replaced?”

Bella bristles. “You haven’t been replaced,” she fires back, trying to keep her voice level. “You have a place in my life, Mom. No one’s trying to take that away from you. But you can’t expect Dad to stay single and miserable just to spare your feelings.”

Charlie steps in then, his voice quieter but full of resolve. “Renee, we’ve both moved on. It didn’t have to be ugly. I wanted you here because you’re still family—Bella’s family. But if you can’t be happy for us, maybe it’s best you go.”

A tension-filled silence takes hold for a moment. Renee’s eyes flick over each of you—lingering on you, with the ring on your finger and the subtle but elegant engagement band that Charlie gave you. There’s bitterness in her gaze, but you also sense her pain. She scoffs softly, turning away. “Fine,” she mutters. “I’ll go. I’m sure the Cullens can give Charlie everything I never could. Congratulations.”

“Mom,” Bella tries one more time, a tremor in her voice. “Please don’t be like this.”

Renee snatches her jacket from the back of a chair. “I’m heading back to the motel, and I’ll be on the first flight out in the morning.” She strides out, the front door slamming behind her. The echo of it reverberates through the house, leaving the three of you standing in silence. Outside, rain begins to patter against the windows, a soft drumming that underscores the hollow ache left behind.

Charlie exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, looking at you. “She didn’t have to speak to you that way.”

Bella’s eyes brim with frustration and sorrow. “If I’d known she was going to act like that, I wouldn’t have—” She cuts off, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry too. This was supposed to be a happy time.”

You let out a soft breath and wave your hand in dismissal, stepping forward to take each of their hands. “Don’t apologize. You wanted to include her because you care—and it was the right thing to do. It’s not your fault she decided to be upset instead of supportive.”

Bella’s lips tremble into a small, thankful smile. “Thanks for understanding,” she says, voice hushed.

Charlie squeezes your hand, gratitude shining in his eyes. “You could have fought back. She was practically begging for an argument.”

You shrug gently. “I won’t let her anger spoil tomorrow for us.” You pause, voice gentle but firm. “We love each other. Bella’s on our side. We have our family—Cullen and Swan both. That’s enough for me.” A wistful look crosses Charlie’s face, but he nods. He pulls you into an embrace, resting his chin atop your head. Bella steps closer, joining in—no words needed as the three of you stand together, finding warmth in each other’s presence. In twenty-four hours, you’ll be at the altar with Charlie, Bella by your side, and the Cullens in attendance—ready to begin a life built on love, acceptance, and hope. If Renee can’t be part of it…that’s her choice to bear.

[spoonsandtunes]

The Ache of Almost

Pairings: Jasper Hale x Human! reader

A/N: so, ive entered back into my Twilight era. ive been reading the books this time around and have fallen in love with Jasper unfortunately so here is some really long shitty angst i wrote about him. also, i was watching this show Northern Exposure and got the inspired by it for the whole river fiasco.

Warnings: non? implied smut though, nothing gruesome. also not proof read, sorry.

word count: 5.2K (insane i know hang on for me please)

You sat, legs tucked into your chest, in front of your brightly lit computer screen. Your fingers moving furiously over the keyboard of your laptop, as your tried to distract your brain from the chatter downstairs. Your school assignment for History was long over due, sitting in a discarded pile to the right, and no matter how much you had urged yourself to do it, you just couldn't. The paper was on the civil war, a logistical over view of it and the people who played major factors, and as much as you hated to admit it this would be easier to write if Jasper was still around.

Downstairs, you could hear Edwards laugh ring out, louder then it usually did, and you sighed, finally pulling your attention away from your screen. Annoyance crawled slowly under your skin, as you heard Edward and what sounded like Charlie chatter amongst each other.

 Realistically, you had no issue with Edward Cullen, no issue with any of the Cullen's actually. You couldn't find it in your heart to hold animosity towards the clan just because  Bella was able to handle a life that you yourself could not.

This "matureness" in the words of Esme Cullen was what kept your heart soft, and you found that the ladder, as well as the fact that you knew Edward was here to see your sister first and foremost kept your annoyance at bay.

You tried so hard to keep the awkwardness from you and Jaspers break up from seeping into the cracks of your sister Bella and Edward's relationship, still being friendly and polite as you had always been when, and even before, you and Jasper had gotten together. But, you couldn't say the same for Edward. 

You knew he was just looking out for his non-blood brother, and even if he was friendly to you just as you were with him, it seemed as if he couldn't stop himself from slipping in a few comments abouts Jaspers well doing that were suppose to evoke guilt into you. And for that very reason, for the past 3 weeks of you dumping Jasper, you went into hiding whenever Edward would come around for Bella. 

There where many things wrong with you and Jaspers relationship. The most obvious being you were human and he was not. You loved it at first, the thrill of a forbidden love, and if Bella could do it, why couldn't you? 

You melted in his soft touch, loved how his southern drawl pulled you in. His kisses tender and sweet as if he was scared to break you, which he was, kept you clinging for more. You loved how intimate you two could be without touch, just soft looks across a room and how your days consisted of being deep within the shadows, private and sacred. 

Jasper was crazy for you, in love like never before. Your voice had him wrapped around his finger since day one, and your touch would send him on his knees begging for more. His love for you was just as strong as Edwards for Bella, he would even argue that it was stronger. 

The issue was, that when you had first met Jasper he was still trying to control his urge to kill everyone around him. Though, when you two started to get closer, he was more in control then when he first met your sister. But things do not change as easily as they come, and even through out your 4 month relationship, there was a very evident reason why you and Jasper had not gone to the next level. 

At first, you were okay with it. Sex was never a priority for you. You, like Jasper, shared a very old school outlook on the topic. But what you didn't enjoy, was that even with kissing, or smelling, or sudden movements, Jasper was on the other side of the room, trying to swallow his desire to bite down on your delicate skin. 

He would disappear for weeks on end every month or so. He would never tell you where he was going, or when he was going, you would just wake up one morning and he would be gone. A couple days in you would hear from Bella or one of the Cullen family members that he went to "blow off some steam" but never from Jasper himself. 

You use to wait around, over at his house constantly to talk with Esme or Alice, in hopes he would appear. Worried sick to your stomach that something had happened to him. Or you would send him a multitude of text messages that went unresponded, you would loiter around  certain classes he had in school, and walk home extra late on some days in hopes that you would see him. Of course, you never did, and his family, as well your own, watched from the side lines in pity. 

Though, he would always come back, appearing at your doorstep, or in your room later within the twilight air. He would be soft, and apologize, explain he went away to keep you safe and to protect you. He would get on his knees, literally, and hold your torso into his face, breathing in your scent as if he was addicted to it. This very ritual was the part of the reason you stayed so long, he always came back. 

Though the anger and worry soon faded, as time past and his disappearing act become a common occurrence. His apologies fell on deaf ears as you shrugged him off and went on your way after he would appear out of the blue. 

This was not the only thing that put a strain on your relationship. You had only lived in forks for a short time, obviously moving back here when Bella did, but you had always loved the summers that came before the move. 

Unlike Bella, your summers were filled with amazing memories of swimming down at La Push and helping your dad grill up food as Billy Black and his son would come over. You would spent endless nights running and biking through town, Jacob by your side, playing make-believe through the dense forests and much more. 

When you had moved over to Forks permanently, you were a bit sad at first for leaving your mother, but you knew Charlie needed this the most. Your extraverted nature did not diminish in the gloomy town, in fact day one you reunited with Jacob and went down to the Clearwater's home, where you befriended one of your now best friends, Leah Clearwater. 

At first, things weren't so hostile, the two opposing sides ignored each other like they always had. But when you and Jasper had made it official, it was obvious tensions started to rise. Jasper hated all your friends, calling them names you don't even want to repeat, and vice versa. At one point it become so bad that you just stopped telling Jasper, or Leah, who you were hanging out with all together as when you did, it felt as if the insults towards the other group and lectures where never ending. 

The issues with your relationship, the obvious differences between you and Jasper seemed to start pilling up. And so, you decided maybe it would be best to end it, or at least take a break. You had pulled him aside one night, when you two where at his home, after dinner. He took your actions as a flirty invitation, and pulled you upstairs, kissing your lips. But you pushed him away, and broke the news to him. You wanted to end it. 

From all the ways you imagined that Jasper would react, it did not prepare you for the immense turmoil that swept over his features. The man dropped to his knees, almost as if you had stabbed him with a stake through the heart, you had never seen him cry before- and now you saw him groveling at your feet, tears glistening in his eyes. He begged, and pleaded, apologizing for things that he himself could not control. It was almost enough to make you take your words back. almost.

You cried as well, and begged him to stand up, but he refused too. You knew breaking up with him was going to be hard, but you didn't know it was going to be this terrible. You still loved him, you didn't know if you were very not going to love him, but you wanted a normal life. A normal boyfriend, a normal relationship. One where your boyfriend could stand being in the same room as you, where he didn't have to disappear for weeks on end so he didn't do anything unspeakable. You wanted a boyfriend who liked your friends, and vice versa, who you didn't only get to hang out with on rainy days. Where you didn't need to tip toe around whenever you wanted to touch him. 

Staying in the shadows was nice while it lasted, but soon your heart yearned and ached to reach out for something more. 

In an instant, the ache of the situation washed away, and anger replaced it. Jasper was hurt, you knew it, and you knew how unfair it was to have to leave because of things that he could not control. So, you stood there and let him take out his anger, obviously holding back immensely. you let him yell and curse, only interrupting a few times to put in your input. His accent grew stronger with every word that tumbled out of his mouth, and at one point you didn't even understand him. But when he asked you to leave his house, and to never come back, you understood that plenty. 

The tears didn't stop when you left his room, still hearing his swears flying out of his mouth even when you weren't in view anymore. Retreating back downstairs, you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as his whole family, and Bella, sat in the living room, as rigid as a rock. You knew they had heard the whole thing, there was no way they didn't-not with the level of volume that Jasper had yelled at. You swallowed hard, and wiped your face as you turned to look at everyone "I-I'm sorry, i think i have to go now...my dad-" An immense thunderous crash coming from Jaspers room interrupted your string of excuses, and only you and Bella flinched at it, every one else staying perfectly still. Esme just nodded and knowingly she smiled at you, allowing you to leave with no other explanation. 

This was about 3 weeks ago, and Jasper had not tried to contact you or swarm you since, which you were surprised about actually, you did assume he was going to track your every move. 

Your stomach growled for the 3rd time within the hour and you sighed, looking at the time on the bottom of your computer. The glow read 7pm, and you were starving. 

You pushed your chair back and stood up, the chatter downstairs was still evident but you couldn't hide any longer, you just hoped that Edward would leave it be. 

You left your room and skipped downstairs, Charlie, Edward and Bella coming into view from the bottom steps. They all looked up as you walked into the room, going straight to the kitchen of the open floor plan. "Hey guys," You said smiling, your dad nodding at you, and Bella and Edward waving.

"Are you getting food?" Charlie asked, as he rose from the reclining chair he was lounging in and walked in behind you. You just hummed, and put some food in the microwave, but before you could turn it on, Bella and Edward where already in the kitchen speaking to you. 

"Actually, a few of us were going to go out for food," Edward said casually "why don't you join us? it'll be fun." You turned and eyed him and Bella warily, you did not like where this was going.

Charlie nodded at the idea to show his approval, as he maneuvered around you to put his empty beer bottle in the sink. "Who is 'a few of us'?" You asked suspiciously.

"Us, Rosalie, Emmet, jasper, Alice" Bella said, and you didn't miss how she casually said your ex- boyfriends name. You just shook your head, and looked to your food to start the microwave. 

"I don't think so, thanks though" You tried to keep your voice light, but you knew Edward could hear the strain in it with his vampire powers. You're an ass Edward  you though, and you knew by Edwards smirk that he could read what you were thinking.

 "Are you sure," Bella said "Come on, it'll be fun." You just sighed, and didn't say anything - knowing if you did, something harsh would come out that you didn't really mean. 

"I still have to work on my paper, I barley have it started" You say after a long pause, and it wasn't a lie. Charlie looked over and nodded at your words, silently telling you that he approved of you staying home for your school work. 

"It's Saturday" Edward commented, in which you just gave him a look and went back to glaring at the whirling microwave.

The minute your food came out, you slipped back upstairs into your room, and went into the solitude of the 4 walls. 

For the next 4 hours, you pushed as hard as you could, truly diving into your paper like never before, finally completing it. But, you stilled sighed knowing that even with all the effort you put into the paper, it was going to one of your lowly graded ones. Jasper usually helped you with your history assignments.

Looking at the time, you sighed and spun around in your chair. You doubted Bella was back, in fact you wouldn't be surprised if she spent the night with Edward. 

You rose from you seat, thinking that Charlie may be still be awake, hearing the low buzz from the television from downstairs. Old house, thin walls. You can practically hear someone breathe on the other side of the house. 

You quietly made your way down the hallway and half way down the stairs, crouching on the step and looking through the railings towards the living room. The room was dark, and the low blue light from the TV illuminated the figure of your sleeping dad, who was sprawled out on his reclining chair. 

You sighed, and made your way fully down the stairs and into the living room, turning off the TV and putting a blanket on your dad, who did not stir even a little bit. Seeing him sleep made you decide it was time for bed  yourself, with how late it was getting. Quickly getting ready for bed and under your covers, you sighed and closed your eyes, praying you would have a good night sleep. 

Your sleep was restless, like it was the past 3 weeks, and you woke up at 5:30 am. You tossed and turned, trying to force yourself to sleep again, but your mind was wide awake and your body was restless, filled with energy. 

Rolling out of bed, you shivered as your feet touched your cold laminate flooring. You padded over to your window and peeked behind the curtains.

You were surprised to see that the sky was clear, the ground was not as wet as it was the past couple days, and you wondered if the the sun was going to show its face today. It had just started to slowly rise, the twilight sky turning over to the blue hour. Maybe summer was finally arriving, it was late May after all.

But Forks summers where never as hot as you liked, and the lakes had seaweed bottoms that created muddy puddles around the shore. So even if summer was around the corner, you knew not to get too excited.

Turning your attention away from the weather, you looked towards the front of the house. Charlies cruiser was not in the drive way, you guessed he had already left for work. A bit earlier then usual, but nothing to be alarmed about. 

For the next 30 minutes, you went about doing your morning routine. For the past 3 weeks, your morning schedules would consist of you making your bed, eating a good breakfast and trying to get some work in. Whether it be school work, or waiting around for your shift at the diner to start, you always tried to keep yourself occupied, because when you didn't you mind would wander to the uneasy feeling in your core you had since the day you ended things with Jasper. 

You knew that the love between you and Jasper was different, you could see the way he looked at you, admiration and infatuation deep in his core. You were so much more then just a girlfriend to him, you knew that and so did everyone around you too. Even if he himself never let the words come out of his mouth, he knew you were what he had been waiting for his whole life. from humanhood to vampire, he was seeking for his mate, and you were finally that. 

Of course though, he had yet to tell you this but the rest of the Cullen's knew how easy it was for vampires, like werewolves, to imprint on their loved ones. 

Once you had finished your usual routine, you glanced at the clock. It had only been 30 minutes, and the sky outside was still a dusty blue. 

Your eyes swept around you room, it was still cold but it reminded you of Jaspers icy skin so you didn't mind much. Hanging on the back of your closet door was your rain coat, and you decided that getting in some movement was not the worst idea. 

So, you changed in well fitted jeans, and pulled your coat over your thin PJ Shirt before heading out into the street. 

The air was cool and crisp, and burnt your lungs. The lawn still had a thin layer of dew on it and the starting's of shrubs at the edge of the forest trail by the house was also no different. 

You didn't walk this trail often, unlike Bella and Edward, only a few times with Jacob or Charlie.

The trail went deep, and winded around trees and fallen trunks. You let your thoughts run wild, hoping that soon they would run out. 

Though, they seemed to grow stronger every waking minute and for the first time since the day you left Jaspers house, you felt soft tears prick your eyes. This was a lot harder then you though it would be, but it was the only thing that made sense. You couldn't live your life hiding your loved one from the word, and unlike your sister, the desire to become a vampire yourself was non existent. You loved being human, you loved the fragileness of it, the realness of it, and the beauty of it. 

Jasper admired this, but even though you knew he would never want to condemn you to what he believed to be his own personal hell, the thought of you growing old and dying shook him to the core. 

This was another issue with your relationship. Talk of the future, kids and homes and white picket fences where truly not something that ever came up. When they did, they were soft and sad and the topic would be hung heavy in the air between you too. 

Without knowing it, you had walked so deep in the woods, that the trail had come to an end as the gravel beneath your feet started to thin out. You contemplated turning back and ending your walk, but up ahead a deer stood stunned in its spot, looking at you. 

"Oh," You breathed and stopped walking, as the deer stood so still you almost mistook it for a fake "Hello sweetheart" you cooed so softly, and took a very soft, cautious step forward. 

The deer's ears perked and you stopped moving, staying in your spot, you sighed and looked around your surroundings. A fallen mossy tree trunk was in between you and the deer, acting as a wall that you knew the deer regarded as a shield. Before you could speak to it again, the deer looked out into the distance of the dense forest before it jumped in it spot and bounded away.

You stood there, a bit stunned at the random event, but paid no mind to it and moved forward to step over the trunk and continue your walk. Deer's were already such jumpy creatures, so you didn't feel an uneasiness from its skittishness and you had to admit the encounter gave you a new sense of calmness that washed over you. 

Walking a few feet deeper in the woods, the dirt beneath your feet morphed into wet pebble stone, and looking up you noticed you had come across a small river. It was beautiful, the rocks all different shades of brown and grey covering the bottom. 

You sighed, and squatted at the shore carefully so you didn't fall in, and picked up a small twig. You tried to poke a few rocks around, but the river was a lot deeper then you expected, so the stick barely reached. You noted that one day you could come here and swim, it seemed peaceful.

 Rising up again, you turned around to leave and almost screamed in surprised. 

Jasper was standing father back, still covered by the trees and moss, staring out at you almost sheepishly. 

"Jasper- you scared me," You said not really thinking, and Jasper frowned a bit automatically making you feel bad. "What are you doing here" you said softly, and swallowed heavily.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" he started and stepped out into the clearing. He looked the same, just a bit more tired, if that was possible. His hair was disheveled and he wore a pair of jeans and his red flannel with his sleeves rolled up showcasing his lean muscles and battle scars. "You didn't come to dinner last night, and well...i just-" He swallowed his tongue, and his accent sent shivers down your body. 

You knew vampires didn't eat, not human food at least, so you didn't know why Jasper tried to keep up the charade of the excuse Edward and Bella made last night for Charlies sake. But you supposed that Carslie or Esme did make some thing for Bella to munch on. So maybe it wasn't much of a charade after all.

"Were you following me?" You didn't know if you wanted him to say yes or no, your stomach felt anxious just being in Jaspers presence. 

Jasper sighed, and ran his hand through his hair "I just..." The fact that he felt your emotions made it harder for him to think, and he wondered if you would mind if he used his powers to calm you down, but he knew that would most likely not end very well. "I miss you." He spoke softly, and came closer. 

"Jasper," you went to protest, pushing down the fact that you missed him too, but as you looked down at you feet you felt a small splash "Oh! My keys!" You groaned as your house keys fell from your coats shallow pocket and into the deep river. 

Jasper stepped forward. "I'm sorry." he began like he had threw them in and started to push up his already rolled sleeves higher "Here let me get them" 

You looked at him, and shook your head "No, no" You sighed, you could feel a mild headache coming on. "No. I'll get them." 

Jasper stood as still as stone, and eyed you, "Are you sure, i don't mind" He said and watched you intently. "This river is glacier fed. It'll be cold." He warned worriedly. 

"No it's fine. Its my keys" You huffed, you really did not want help from your ex-boyfriend. That small action would make life so much more complicated then it already was, you just knew it. 

You stepped a bit off to the side of the rocks, finding a drier patch before glancing at your ex-boyfriend. He watched you intently, a look you couldn't quite read in his eyes. You took a shaky breath, and slipped off our shoes, then slowly took off your coat.

The keys had fallen deep in the river, and you were so tempted to leave them, but you knew if you didn't get them Jasper would. So you took a shaky breath and bite your lip, slowly taking your first step in the water. 

You hissed, not expecting it to be as cold as it was, and you felt the water seep through your socks and the fabric around your ankles, making you feel heavy. The shock send a shiver up your spine, and your breathing become a big rigid. 

Your eyes looked down through the clear water and spotted your keys logged between two large rocks, you glanced at Jasper who had not moved a muscle. He stood still, his breath shallow as he watched every move you made. His eyes hade turned dark, a coal black colour. Something about his interaction was strangely intimate and you didn't know if that was the cold water fogging your brain or if it was just the fact that you stood in front of Jasper in a thin white PJ shirt, breathing heavy and practically half of you drenched in water. 

Silently, you bent down to put your arm in the water, trying to keep majority of your self dry, straining your neck so your hair wouldn't get wet. Jasper shuffled, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his mouth shut. His jaw was tense, and his fists were balled at his sides. 

You fully looked at him, and made eye contact, taking another shaky breath due to the glacier fed river, and tried to get your fingers to grab the keys. Though, they were logged tight, and your fingers only grazed the metal rings the keys sat on. There was no other choice but to go fully in.

Determined, you closed your eyes, and dunked your head into the water. Your fingers wrapped around the keys and tugged hard, pulling them from out between the rocks. Rising up, you gasped for air, and took a moment to reign your senses. 

You evened out your breathing, and turned to look at Jasper, who in his shocked stance cracked a small smirk. You pushed your hair from your face as he spoke "who knew you could be so cool" his southern draw made you weak in the knees, and you pulled at your shirt so it wouldn't be as see through. 

You couldn't help but smile though, and step out from the water to grab your shoes. You sat on a drier rock, sniffling and wrapping your coat around you to stop any shivering. Jasper watched you, and his heart ached that he couldn't warm you up with his icy cold body. 

"I'm sorry..." You spoke after a pause, and Jasper slowly sat down next to you, your thighs touching. The feeling made you sigh, and your head ache seemed to be gone. You couldn't tell if it Jasper was using his powers, or if the icy cold water put you in some type of shock. You decided that his presence was just a comfort, anything else would have been a lie. "I-I hope we can still be friends." You turned your head to look at the stunning man next to you, who was already looking at you with udder admiration.

He just shook his head "I can't just be friends with you."

You sighed, fearing this response. "Why?" Both your voices where low, the sound of the river and other wildlife being the only thing to cause a ruckus. 

"I love you too much to...let you go on with your life without me in it," He paused, and you could tell he seemed to hesitate on what he wanted to say. You urged him to go on, slowly nodding and placing your wet hand on top of his knee. "You're my mate. I need you, I can't do-" He gestured around him, but his eyes didn't look away from yours for a second. "This- without you."

A shaky breathe exited your lips. You had heard about mates before when learning about werewolves and vampires from those around you, but you never expected to have one yourself. You guessed though that Edward and Bella- or Rosalie and Emmet where prime examples. But all the examples of mates around you were all one being. Rosalie and Esme with Carslie and Emmet where vampires. Bella wanted to be a vampire. Non of the examples in your life showcased how mates worked with two different species. 

"I like being human," You whispered, and let your fingers start to draw circles on Jaspers knee subconsciously. "I can't be who you want me to be." 

"I would never ask you to change that." Jasper deadpanned, and he looked eager to show you he wouldn't. You smiled at him, knowing no matter how much he believed that, he would ask you one day. Maybe not tomorrow but 30 years down the line the conversation would come up.

"But you will," You admitted and Jasper shook his head furiously, tears starting to surface in his eyes. He looked desperate to reach out for you. You repeated yourself "But you will- Jasper-" You called his name sternly as a string of 'no's came tumbling from his mouth. "You will." He took a shaky breath and you bit your lip, he couldn't argue with that. 

He knew himself, deep down he would bring the idea up once in your life. The thought of you growing old and dying shook him to his core, it was a paralyzing fear. He would beg you to let someone turn you when things started to look a bit to serious with your future. "Then- I..." He struggled to speak, this conversation was not going the way he hoped it would and if he still had a beating heart it would have stopped by now. "I don't know what to do." He said shakily.

You brough your hand off his knee and slowly intertwined your fingers with his, his icy coldness brining some type of comfort to yourself. Jasper sighed, and closed his eye for a brief minute feeling your warm fingers, and you gazed upon your intertwined hands. His thumb drew circles on the back of your hand, and you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. The sun had fully rose now, and the rays peaked through the trees, falling on Jasper. He didn't care though, there was much more important things on his mind then his sparkling skin. 

Your eyes roamed his diamond complexation, watching as a string of rainbows practically bounced off of him. It finally set in then, you two really were different, and you had no idea what you should do. "I don't know either.." You admitted, a comfortable silence falling between the two lovers.

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Carlisle Cullen

• He is the epitome of gentle love.

• Always make sure you are comfortable and healthy.

• Will cook for you different kind of cuisines or whatever you like but while keeping a healthy balanced diet in mind.

• Will always cover you with an extra layer or his jacket in winter season.

• Whenever you both have some free time on your hands you both would cuddle and Carlisle reads the books to you in his soothing voice. It's just your thing. Away from world in each other's embrace reading.

• He will give you little kisses at any small chance he gets.

• If you fell sick even though it's a small flu. He will go all doctor mode, checking up on your health.

● Whenever Carlisle looks at you he thanks god for giving him such a lovely and precious person.

• Carlisle can't remember and he don't want to remember how did he lived hundreds of years without you. Because now just the thought of you not being with him causes his cold frozen heart pain.

• Doing acts of services is his main language.

• Will comb your hair while saying how beautiful you are, cook for you, helps you or more like does all the chores after all vampire speed comes in handy.

• Will braid your hair, make braid crowns while you yap about "Do you know what happened today?"

"Tell me " Carlisle will say while braiding or playing with your hairs.

• Is a total gentleman. Since you started dating him you have never opened a door because he always open doors for you.

• Will gift you with diamonds or cars when there is a special occasion or sometimes will just gift you because being with you is a big occasion.

• Definitely has a praise kink. Will praise you and compliment you in bedroom and outside too. He loves how your cheeks heat up and a big smile lights up your face when he compliments you.

• Is definitely the most supportive man. You want to be stay at home? He will take care of you forever. You want to do job? Supports you in everyway he can.

• Makes you lunch for job while putting little love notes in it saying how much he loves you and is proud of you.

• You two always hug each other whenever you get a chance. It's your way of saying I love you or I missed you.

• You get flowers after every 2 - 3 days because this man just can't ever stop appreciating you.

• Handles jealousy maturely.

• You both lay in each other's arms and talk about everything and nothing all night till you fall asleep while Carlisle just embraces you tight and listen to your heartbeats like a lullaby.

• Is the most patient and calm man you ever met.

• whenever you are anxious or nervous or having a mental breakdown. He embraces you, rubs your shoulder, talks to you about the issue or your feelings. Makes you calm.

• You both are so perfectly synchronized with each other that the people close to you says you act like an married couple.

• Well it is soon to become reality. Because Carlisle already has a ring sitting in his pockets for days just waiting for the perfect moment to pop the question. And might I say while asking you the question this thousands of year old calm vampire who was nervous as hell while everyone was chill Because they obviously know you are gonna say yes.

• And yes the wedding gift from Carlisle will be an beautiful private island bought by him and named after you. Where you both are gonna spend a very good time.

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Pairing: priest!Carlisle Cullen x Reader Word Count: 3.6k words Prompt: Priest Warnings: NSFW, smut, adultery, religious themes, bible scripture recitations, prayers, sacrilege, blasphemy, manipulation in the name of god, corruption(?), mentions of orgies, mentions of cuckholding, power imbalance, creampie, unprotected sex... A/N: Um...this was supposed to be under 1.5k words and it's the only reason all the others aren't the same. So uhh... enjoy this. I know I did, and we all know that we're all going to Hell anyway, but at least we'll see each other there. Thank you and happy reading! A/N #2: I shoulda posted this on Sunday! Aoeiguafdgoaefefd

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Father Carlisle knows your voice. He would know that voice if he was standing in a shouting crowd, even if you were no more than a faint whisper. In his eyes, you are a white rose, so pure and innocent, but so easily stained by the horrors of this world, the sins of humanity.

He likes to think his hand is protecting you from it all. He likes to think his voice washes away the stains, leaving you as perfect as you were before.

Otherwise, he would be nothing more than a splash of red, leaving you forever spoiled.

He nods behind the partition of the confessional, bidding you to continue with his soft and soothing voice. “Carry on, my child. Tell me of your sins.”

Your voice is gentle, as though you are afraid of the church hearing your confession and damning you to an eternity in Hell. But no one is here. It is only you and him, alone in the comfort of this sacred ground.

“I taint my soul with the sin of…of lust,” your voice breaks at the end. Carlisle closes his eyes, imagining you sitting on the other side, playing with your fingers in an attempt to calm yourself. “I have…found myself struggling with impure thoughts.”

He tries his best not to let the thought of it get the better of him. He is a holy man, and you are here seeking atonement. He must keep his composure.

“Describe these thoughts to me,” he implores.

Your breath shudders. He imagines your thighs pressed together, seeking relief from the constant torment of your sins. “I…I have fantasies of…letting a man who is not my husband touch me. Do things to me that would forsake the Lord.”

Carlisle has to keep his eyes closed, and he clutches his rosary in his hand in an attempt to ease himself. “Tell me more.”

“Father?”

Your voice is so gentle. How is he supposed to resist such a beautiful thing? He sometimes thinks you may not be a rose, that you may be a snake coming to tempt him, to drag him to Hell yourself.

“I cannot absolve you of your sins if I do not know the exact nature of them,” he reasons. He convinces himself it is not a lie. At least then he relieves himself of the guilt of further corruption.

You nod. That seems to make sense to you. After all, what reason has he to lie?

“Um…” It takes a moment for you to find your voice. “I-I imagine being pinned down while…while a man takes me. Sometimes I imagine…being taken by more than one man at once…while my husband watches.”

Imprints of his black rosary bury themselves into Carlisle’s hands. Your corruption runs deep. You must be drowning in your own lustful desires right now, and he finds himself tempted to drown with you.

“And…” your breath shudders, “sometimes I imagine you.” You drop your head into your hands, and tears begin to stain your cheeks. “Forgive me, Father. I feel like the Devil has taken my soul,” you cry. “He has tainted it, and he is attempting to turn my soul against yours. I do not know why these thoughts plague me.”

Fantasies of his hands on you choke you in the middle of his sermons. You think of his hands on your waist, on your thighs. You think of him spreading you apart and burying his face between your legs, tasting you like a man to a barrel of wine. You think of his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat while all you do is gasp and moan. You think of him bending you over the altar and taking you, fast and rough as he leaves bruises on your skin that will not go away.

Carlisle has to take a breath, his throat burning with the idea of your lust. He has to clear his mind as similar thoughts threaten to destroy him. He has prayed so many times for God to cleanse his soul of his own sins, and each time, it comes back with a raging fire.

Do not desire her beauty in your heart, and do not let her capture you with her eyelashes…

“You need not to fear, your cries shall not go to waste, child,” he says. His voice alone soothes you, washes over you like a wave of calm. “You remember what the Bible says? ‘When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles.’”

“What should I do, Father?” you plead, turning toward the partition to hardly make out the silhouette of him.

“I worry for your soul,” he admits with a sigh. “If what you describe to me is true, then it may be that the Devil is trying to latch onto your poor soul. Whether or not you have acted upon these desires, the mere thought of such things is already an act of adultery, and your sins shall continue to way upon you until you have atoned.”

Your voice is watery, full of tears that spill slowly down your cheeks. “What should I do?” you repeat, desperate for a resolve, to find yourself walking back in the path of righteousness.

Carlisle has to loosen his grip on his rosary, the pain of such a tight grasp stinging his palm.

“Your sins are great and many,” he begins, “so your atonement shall call for a heavy price.”

He can see you nod quickly through the shape of you behind the partition. “Anything. I will do anything to be pure again, Father.”

He nods. “There is a way to purify you once more. But the method is extreme.” He lets out a breath, feeling it tight in his throat.

“Anything,” you repeat.

“Come to me, my child.”

You pause, thinking over his words before deciding that he knows best. He is a vessel of the Lord, he is the man who can cleanse your soul and make you good again.

You stand, holding your breath as you leave the booth and close the door behind you. With shaky hands, you open his side and see him within. He looks up at you, his pupils wide and dark as he takes in the sight of you.

“Close the door.”

Having him this close, alone in this big, empty church. It is more than you can bear. You fear for your soul and for the plausibility of its rescue as your thoughts twist into the dark space to which it frequently travels.

You close the door behind you, sealing your fate.

“As I see it, your soul and your body have been tainted by lustful sins,” he says. “The only way to purify you once more is to fill your body with that of something holy and good. I would not normally go to such extreme lengths, but you are a good woman who does not deserve to have her soul taken by the Devil.”

He stands, taking the smallest step available to stand toe to toe with you. He is tall, and he smells sweet. It swarms your senses and makes it so difficult to think. Carlisle raises a hand to your chin, pinching it as his thumb reaches up to smooth along your bottom lip.

“I am a man of God. I do only as God wills me. You know this?”

You nod, your breath shallow as you stare at him. He's so beautiful, this beauty could be nothing but holy.

“Yes, Father.”

“Then you know that I do this in service of the Lord, and by allowing me to do this, you also perform in the service of the Lord?”

You nod again. “Yes, Father.”

“Good.” He smiles, reaching a hand up to your shoulder. He moves slowly as he begins to push the fabric of your dress off of your shoulder until he has revealed the soft expanse of flesh beneath. “‘Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.’”

His voice is nearly a purr in your ear, and you shudder as you allow him to touch you. You stand there and allow him to undress you slowly, leaving you bare and him still dressed in his dark robes.

He leans down, his breath hot against your skin and his pants tight as he finally presses his lips to your shoulder. Your eyes shut. He kisses your skin softly, raising a hand to cup the other side of your neck to hold you still. “When we are done, you shall walk again as a woman of God.”

You nod, trying not to drown in the lust and desires that landed you in this position in the first place. There is a part of you that feels so wrong, that feels like you are forsaking the very God to which you are trying to return.

But Father Carlisle is a holy man. If he says this is how you shall atone for your sins, who are you to question him, and thus to question God?

You tilt your head as you let his lips travel along your very flesh, moving up until he tastes the skin of your jaw and up your cheek. You lose breath when he kisses your lips, finally indulging in you like wine. Your sins must run deep if he kisses you with such fervor, pulling your sins from your body like blood from a vein.

His hands reach down to your hips, then further down to your thighs until he is picking you up and wrapping your legs around him. He pushes you into the wall, his mouth devouring you as you hold onto him, whimpers and moans slipping from your mouth.

Your husband has never touched you like this, has never made you feel such passion. When he touches you, it is only as you lay on your back, his hands on your waist as he thrusts into you. He does not look at you, he does not kiss you. He spills inside of you and prays to the Lord for a son to carry his name.

This is much different. You find yourself thanking God for a holy man such as Father Carlisle, one who cares so much for your soul that he is willing to go to such extreme lengths to save it. What a good man, a good and righteous man who tends to his flock in their time of troubles.

“Give yourself to me, and I shall cleanse you.” His breath is heavy, his voice thick. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and wrap your legs tighter around him, trying not to grind against him and bring yourself more sin.

“I give myself to you, Father,” you whimper. “The Bible says, ‘Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things; and give me life in your ways.’ My eyes are turned to you, for I know that you shall give my life to God again.”

His hand tightens around the meat of your thighs. “There is hope for your soul,” he says, reaching for his belt as he begins to undo it, holding your body up against the wall with the strength that God grants him.

You hear the metal clinking as he frees himself, feeling the heat of his cock against your bare flesh. Your hand grips tightly in his hair, and you focus on his eyes as he watches you.

Carlisle kisses you briefly as he strokes the length of his hard cock in his hand, feeling the wetness of your slick folds as you prepare to take him. You whimper, resting your forehead against his own. “I am ready,” you sigh. “Please, take me as you must.”

He does not say anything. He does not need to. With a groan, he nudges the tip of his cock between your folds and pushes inside of you in one long stroke. You close your mouth shut to stifle your moans. You must not make lustful sounds. You must only use your voice to pray to God for your redemption.

You bury your head in his neck, your breaths heavy in his ear as your cunt stretches around him. He holds you securely as his other hand braces himself on the door.

“The Lord says, ‘Flee from sexual immorality.’” Carlisle groans at the way you hug him, slowly pulling out just to thrust back in with a heavy breath. “‘Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body.’”

You cannot help the sound that falls out of you when he thrusts into you so deep that he presses against a spot that has you seeing flashes of white behind your eyes. He turns his lips to your ear as he continues to recite the scripture. “‘Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you,’” he moans, “‘whom you have from God?’”

He finds a new angle as a pit forms within him, thrusting into you in a way that makes it easier to go faster. You clench around him as he shoves his cock inside of you in such a delicious way that all you can do is hold onto him and praise God for him.

His hair falls out of place, loose strands falling into his face as he stares at you with darkened eyes and a face flushed with blood. He grips you tightly, thrusting roughly into the tight heat of your cunt with low grunts and heavy groans.

“‘You are not your own,’” he nearly growls, pleasure gripping his words as he stares at you, “‘for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.’”

Your head falls back against the door, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth open as you try not to moan. The sight of you is a lovely one. Bliss covers every inch of your face, and the heat radiating off of his body makes it so difficult to keep him from taking you to the altar and really sinning.

But he must control himself. He is doing this for you and for God. He is doing this so that you may be pure once more, so that he can save your soul from the evil threatening to devour it. It matters not that, in this state, so blinded by your desire, you look like the most beautiful woman he has ever set his eyes upon. He shall make you good once more.

You look at him with teary eyes as the pleasure builds within you. The silver pendant of the cross around his neck gleams at you in the dark, and you can do nothing more than admire its beauty and his own as he takes your body and rids it of its sin.

“Please, Lord,” you pant as you begin to pray, “take my soul once more into—Ahh!—into Your loving hands.” Your voice builds, too much to take as Carlisle continues to ravish you.

“Good,” he coos, nodding his approval. “Keep going. Let God hear your pleas. Pray only with truth and a pure heart, and He shall answer you in kind.”

Your thighs tighten around him, mewling as he presses so deep within you that your whole body shudders. “Lift me up into the light of Your love,” you whimper, “and make me whole with the love of Your light.” Your head falls into the crook of his neck. “F-Forgive me of my sins, for I w-wish only to serve You, Lord, and be faithful u-until—Mmph!—until the time comes to greet You i-in Your���Oh, Father—t-to greet You in Your kingdom.”

You are barely holding on. When Carlisle presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, your eyes roll back. His breaths are heavy and his face is flushed. He looks like he is only moments away from giving in to the call within him.

“Don't stop,” he pants. “Let Him hear you.”

It is so hard to think with the way he presses into you, with the way he holds you and brings your body to a needy shudder. “I-I…” You struggle to catch your breath. “I ask You, Lord…to heal me, a-and–” Your prayers are cut off by a desperate cry of pleasure.

He holds you tight. His voice is deeper, strained. “Keep going.”

“A-And reclaim my body as Your own, Lord. For You are my Shepherd, and I, Your sheep.” You are a mewling mess, covered in tears as your arousal coats the inside of your thighs and stains the front of his pants. “F-Fill me…” you gasp, “Fill me with Your love and let me be holy once m-more.”

Your cunt tightens around his cock, sucking him in as his thrusts become erratic, deep and shallow thrusts pulling him closer and closer until he can take no more.

“In the Lord's name, we pray…” Carlisle shoves into you with two more harsh thrusts before finally caving.

The flick of his thumb has you falling apart. Your vision goes hazy, and your jaw drops. You have no choice but to cry out as the knot that had been growing in your belly snaps and breaks the dam that crashes through your body like Noah’s flood, washing away your sins and making you anew.

“Amen!” you cry out, your voice broken and hoarse from the pleasure.

Carlisle spills inside of you, his hot cum filling you and painting the inside of your walls. You feel his holiness seeping into your body as he grips your hips so tightly, they will likely bruise by morning's light. He grunts as his hips snap up into you a couple more times, ensuring he has flooded even the deepest parts of you, using his cum as a way to cleanse you from the inside out.

The roaring of blood in your ears eventually dulls to a gentle rush, leaving you panting and heavy in his embrace. Carlisle lingers for a moment, basking in the warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your skin and your release coating his softening cock.

“Amen,” he whispers as he gathers the strength to pull out of you. He sets you on your feet once more, supporting you with a hand to your waist.

He raises his other hand to pinch your chin once more, dipping down to press a long kiss to your lips. “You did very well,” he assures, licking his lips indulgently.

“Thank you, Father,” you sigh heavily, feeling your body still buzzing from such a grand release.

He hums, tucking himself back into his pants with a sigh. He runs a hand through your hair, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. How fortunate he was to have a beauty like you in his church, to cleanse in the name of his Lord…

“‘On this day shall atonement be made for you to cleanse you. You shall be clean before the Lord from all your sins,’” he says in an almost breathless voice.

You smile, dropping to your knees before him as you bow your head to submit to his will and his grace. 

Carlisle takes a breath at the sight of you as he brushes his hair back with his fingers, tidying himself once more. He bows his head gently as he crosses himself with a slow hand.

“I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

Tears spring to your eyes, staining your cheeks with your gratitude. You clasp your hands together, looking up at him with shining eyes. “Thank you, Father,” you smile, taking his hand in yours as you kiss the ring which lay upon his finger. “Thank you.”

He moves his hand to pet the top of your head. “You need only thank God, for His is the power that He grants to me to forgive you of your sins.”

You nod, still clasping your hands as you send your thankful prayers to your lord and savior. You grab your clothes as you stand to your feet. Carlisle helps you dress one more and presses the warm palm of his hand to your cheek.

“Go now in peace, and remember that the Lord is merciful,” he says gently. “If the work of the Devil finds your soul once more, know that I am here to help you flee from him. Keep your heart pure for God and only Him, and you shall know the light of Heaven's gates.”

You can no longer refrain as you throw yourself into his arms. He holds you close, sharing in your embrace with a loving kiss to your forehead. “Thank you again, and thank God for you, Father Carlisle,” you beam. “You are a good man.”

He smiles. “I do only what God tells me.”

He pulls reluctantly from your embrace and opens the confessional door. “Go now. God be with you.”

“And also with you.” You bow your head as you take your leave, a new life sprung to your body as he watches you walk away. You glance over your shoulder at him with another grateful smile, and Carlisle returns it before finding his way back to the altar to pray.

He kneels before the dominating cross on the wall, bringing his fingers down from his forehead and then across his shoulders. His voice echoes through the hall. He speaks softly but so full of repentance as he presses his hands together.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

He said to her, 'Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering...

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Twilight Crack Scenarios with Mildly Unhinged Reader

(You’d easily fallen in step with the Cullens after accepting an internship position for Carlisle Cullen. You were a witty seventeen year old that- surprisingly- got along relatively fine with Rosalie to literally everyone’s surprise. You figured out about their condition, but didn’t really care. READ: BELLA DOES NOT EXIST IN THIS!!!!!!)

“Hello, my fellows!” you shouted into the house as you nudged the door shut with your foot. “It’s movie night, if any of you forgot- and it is my turn to pick.” After toeing off your shoes, you took both of your coffees to the living room to wait for the Cullen clan.

Rosalie and Emmett appeared in the blink of an eye, curling up onto the couch as you chug caffeine and turn on the Peanuts movie. “How was your day, kid?” Emmett asked, making Rosalie turn to give you a wry smile.

You shrugged, thinking of running around and doing labs all day for Carlisle. Nothing too eventful- oh! “There was this crazy old lady that came in wanting drugs,” you shrugged. “Brought a knife, did the whole, ‘Do you know how much I’ve invested in this town?!’ speech. Other than that, nothing.” As you finished your recap, Alice and Jasper flopped onto the couch beside you.

“Did she get her… drugs?” Jasper asks, handing you the chunky knit blanket that you’d fallen in love with during your first visit at the Cullen house. He let you lean your head on his shoulder as you kicked your feet- clad in extremely fuzzy Christmas socks- onto Emmett’s lap.

“Nope!” You slammed one of your freshly empty coffee cups onto the cofee table. “It was kinda funny seeing Carlisle go sicko mode, though. He did the whole,” you cleared your throat before going on in a deeper voice in imitation of the immortal, “‘get back, y/n, this isn’t safe. You could get injured-‘“

“Well, you could have!” Carlisle remarked defensively as he walked into the room. “And I do not sound like that.”

Emmett snorted. “Nah, dad, that’s a perfect imitation of you.” The hulking vampire reached over and gave you a high five as you and the other vampires (minus Carlisle) dissolved into laughter at Carlisle’s frowning face.

Do you think I look hot? Edward. Edward. Eeeddddwarrrrrrrddddd! Look at me Eddie. Ooh, I saw your nostril flare. Do you think I look hot, Eddie? I think I look stunnin’!

Edward Cullen had been listening to you pestering him for the past half hour- almost the whole class period. The immortal took great care to not glance over at you, who was doing God knows what from the desk across from him. His eyes closed and he tried to listen yo the teacher speak, but no.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Eddie-ward. Edddddieee! Edd- Oh, shoot, I have an essay due next hour.

Edward couldn’t stop the smile slowly twisting his lips as you frantically panicked about the essay that you apparently hadn’t gotten done. Edward was almost certain you had gotten over whatever it was you were doing that requires him to look over at you to see if you looked hot.

I don’t even care, you finally thought. Edward! Eddie! Eddddwaaaarrrrrrdddddd! Do you think I look hot?

With one minute left in the class, Edward heaved a massive sigh before turning his head to look at you.

A pair of scissors was perched carefully on your nose a tiny claw clip was holding some of your hair up in a way that made you look like a unicorn. Markers were taped haphazardly to your face. You looked like a pitiful Christmas tree.

The bell rang just as Edward started laughing, eyes closing as your giggling filled the room. Edward heard the teacher’s internal complaints about the two of you, but Edward was too busy laughing to care.

The Cullens had been out for the day: the weather was bright. You knew that the vampires were taking the day to hunt and stay away from humans. Though, you still drove straight to Carlisle’s after school because it was your second home.

You heard their voices filter through the door a couple hours laster. Heaving a sigh, you slipped your shoes onto your feet and padded out back to watch The Great Cleaning™️. Of course the immortals had known you were at their house- they smelled your familiar scent and heard your heartbeat.

Carlisle picked up the pressure washer and started cleaning off Esme first. Emmett waved his grubby, blood stained hands at you in greeting. Rosalie also looked up and gave you a smaller but equally warm smile.

Beside them stood Edward, Jasper, and Alice. Alice was closest to Esme, but she was talking animatedly to Jasper. Edward- noticing the two in conversation but also seeing and waving to you- nudged the couple and gestured over to where you were watching in amusement from the porch.

“Hi, y/n/n!” Alice yelled over the noise of the pressure washer.

“Hey Al!” You said back, knowing she could hear you with her hightened ability.

Jasper and Alice returned to their conversation. You assumed that Edward was picking at the crusted blood and soil under his nails as Rose and Emmett chattered. Esme had just stepped away from the stream of the water.

Alice, who was not paying attention and did not have her knees braced for the onslaught of water, was sent flying backwards.

Your mouth dropped open as Alice’s fairy-shaped body slammed so hard into a tree that she made an indent in the middle of the trunk when her marble-strong limbs crashed to the ground. Emmett and Edward were guffawing at the sight of Alice. Rose glared sharply at Emmett while Jasper walked- not ran- to help a laughing Alice to her feet.

No one seemed surprised: not even Carlisle (he just looked like he’d spent a millennia with zero sleep and somehow acquired these mentally unstable individuals who happened to be frozen in time just like him). The doctor just shook his head with an impatient expression.

When the vampires were done getting hosed off, Alice bounded over to you. She wrapped her soaking wet arms around you. “Hi!”

“That’s not the first time you’ve… flown into a tree, was it?” You asked, having an energetic Emmett elbow you in the side.

”Nope!” He howled with laughter. “You shouldve seen Alice when-“

“Hey!” Alice shrilled. “Don’t tell her that!”

Emmett laughed and laughed.

It was your turn to plan Mother’s day. At least, that’s what you claimed when you insisted on taking the lead of one of the hundreds of Mother’s Day celebrations that Esme starred in.

So after a month of planning, sneaking around, and scheming, you and the others are waiting on the sound of Carlisle’s car to bring out the woman of the day.

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

Esme acted surprised as you let confetti stream down from the ceiling and all greeted her at once. She immediately pulled everyone (including Carlisle) into a hug wuere ahe promptly started crying. “You guys. . .” She said.

Rosalie pulled away last, wrapping an arm around you. “It was y/n’s turn, this year.”

When Esme threw her arms around you and squeezed you gently, she felt a warmth where her heart should be beating. In such a short span of time, you had managed to make your mark on the family that would remember it for the millennia to come. “Thank you, my darling,” Esme’s voice cracked.

“You’re welcome,” you replied.

“Time for cake!” Emmett hollered after wiping his own leaking eye.

“But we-“

“We can all look at the swirling frosting designs in awe,” Rosalie cut in sharply, glaring at Edward. “Y/n can tell us how it tastes.”

You smiled lightly at Rose’s jump to defend you. You hadn’t forgotten that the vampires couldn’t eat- but you didn’t really know how else to make it feel like a party without cake.

“Lead the way, my sweets,” Esme said, a glowing smile lifting her features.

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Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) to think deeply about something

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

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Now playing: Long Way From Home by The Lumineers

Chapter One: Forks, Washington

     Moving from Jacksonville, Florida, to the rainiest place in the continental U.S. wasn't an easy adjustment.

     Seeing your sister act like the walking dead was even more trying.

     All of it was because of that boy, who left her when things got hard. Mom only thought of "young love" and said "a little heartbreak builds character!"

     Phil thought Edward was an ass, but that Bella was being a little dramatic about her first heartbreak.

     Charlie and I shared a similar sentiment: Edward Cullen better not come back to Forks. If he does, I'll kill him.

     I'd get away with it, too. Charlie would shut down the investigation because he'd be glad the boy was gone and wouldn't hurt his daughter any more.

     I'd hurt him, especially but not limited to the fact that I wasn't quite sold about Bella falling down the stairs after she ran off. I don't think Edward pushed her, per se, but I don't think they told us the entire truth. Call it a gut feeling, or intuition, or whatever. I don't trust him or his family, aside from the good doctor. He's always seemed the most normal, from what I've heard.

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     "Bella," I call, knocking on the door to her room. It was quit still, and I was waiting impatiently for her to answer. We had to go to school before we were late and got another day of detention.

     "Bella!" I shout, knocking on the door again. I hear some rustling and watch as the knob turns, only to find my sister with her pajamas on, her hair a mess, and looking like she had been through a hurricane.

     She blinked owlishly at me, almost like she was deciphering who I was.

     I sighed through my nose, trying to be sympathetic to her. I guided her to the bathroom and made her brush her teeth while I untangled her hair. In an attempt to keep it from getting ratty again, I braided it back tightly and wrapped put oils on the ends to try and keep it from frizzing up.

     "Sorry," she told me, staring blankly at the mirror. All the anger in my chest deflated, and for a second, I felt as hollowed out as she looked.

     Hollow, empty, devoid of soul.

     That's how she looked.

     Anger ignited in my chest again, but not at her. At her shitty ex-boyfriend who left her in the woods because he was a coward and couldn't break up with her properly.

     "Don't worry about it," I told Bella, "I'll get Charlie to write a note or something. I guess the driveway was extra icy this morning."

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     The school day passed without much happening.

     Bella's friend Mike tried to get me to pass something on to her, but I couldn't hear what he said before Jessica pulled him away without a glance at me.

     I thought she was stuck up, but she wasn't a bad person.

     Lunch was subpar again, the cafeteria food being lukewarm at best and cold in the middle of the mashed potatoes.

     "I wonder if Charlie could threaten them into making the food better," I wondered aloud, poking at the food on my plate.

     Bella remained frozen in time, staring at the seat beside me as if she was waiting for someone to appear there.

     I sighed, shaking my head.

     I hummed to myself as I continued to poke and prod at my food u til the bell rang to get back to class.

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     A few days pass.

     Nothing changes.

     Bella's still depressed and hardly living in the real world. She wakes up screaming from night terrors and Charlie's started to sleep in the couch so he doesn't have to get up from his bed anymore.

     I've started to develop insomnia, I think.

     I don't sleep until the early hours of the morning, since that's usually when Bella stays asleep, too.

     I'm awake from six thirty in the morning until two in the morning.

     My routine consists of waking up, getting dressed and ready for school, then getting Bella up and dressing her. It's about forty minutes allotted to each of us, and then an extra ten to get Bella's lunch ready and packed.

     I go to school with her, go about my monotonous but peaceful day, eat a silent lunch with my sister, finish my day, and go back home.

     When I'm home, I work on anything I didn't finish already. Sometimes I go in for work at the 24/7 diner at the corner of Wheatgrass and 74th, working the night shifts and getting home in time for Bella to stay asleep. I make my lunch from the food I got to take home from the Roy's Diner, I take a scalding hot shower, and I pass out for the four hours before I have to wake up again.

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     Angela asked me how Bella was.

     She seemed like the only one that truly cared about my sister.

     Jessica was sour because she was ignored. Mike only wanted in her pants and was stringing Jessica along. And Eric was nice, but really only cared about the news paper and Angela.

     "Is she getting any better?" Angela asked me, sitting down beside me at the table I was reading at.

     "Not really." I replied, looking up at her for a minute. "Charlie's about to send her back to Jacksonville."

     "Oh," Angela said, looking sad at the news. "Is there anything I can do for her? I try to invite her out, but she never shows."

     I shrugged, "Not much to do. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make her drink."

     Angela nodded, her lips thinning for a moment before she got back up.

     She patted my shoulder before she left, and I immersed myself back into my reading.

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     Working the night shift at Roy's was never boring. We got loads of interesting people here. Charlie called the diner "a drunk's dream." Sure, it was a little sleazy and a lot of greasy food, but it wasn't horrible to be in. If you ignored the obnoxious 70s disco decor.

     A duo of two men were sat in my section, both of them looking like hell.

     "Welcome to Roy's, I’m y/n. What can I get started for you?" I asked, my peppy customer service voice grating on my own nerves so late at night.

     They both had tanned skin in shades of bronze, and long, dark hair. One had it pulled up in braids down his back, the other's hair loose.

     "A Pepsi, please," the first man said, and he looked to the other boy, "Jared, what do you want?"

     Jared ordered a strawberry milkshake.

     "Be right back!" I told them, spinning on my heel and going to get their drinks.

     "How old do you think those guys in your section are?" Chelsea asked as I filled up the drinks. She was staring at the two I had just spoken to, and I shrugged.

     "Dunno, don't really care." I said, "They look grown enough, I guess."

     "Grown enough?" She parroted, laughing, "They all have to be at least twenty!"

      Again, I just shrugged.

     "Ugh, no fun." Chelsea said, rolling her eyes and disappearing into the back to go gossip with the cooks.

     "Here are those drinks," I said, setting them down before each of the boys. "Anything to eat?"

     "I want two number twos with lettuce, tomatoes, unions, and pickles, please, and a large fry." Jared told me, and I wrote it all down quickly. Two double patty burgers and a large fry was a lot to get down, but boys had large stomachs, I guess.

     Sam spoke next, ordering, "A number three with tomatoes and lettuce only, with a number four with everything and a large fry, please."   

     Spicy chicken sandwich with everything on it and a pulled pork sandwich, I wrote, then said, "Be right back, then."

      I handled my other tables until the food was ready, and I had to ask Kass to help me carry it all. When I set the food down, in front of them, they both thanked me and started eating. I grabbed their cups to refill their drinks, and when I was back to the table, most of their food was already gone.

     "You two sure can put food away, wow," I said, setting the drinks down again. Jared had ordered another milkshake, and a water. Sam still got the Pepsi.

     Sam smiled, looking weary but better. Color had returned to his face, and his eyes looked brighter.

     "We're growing boys," Jared joked, and I smiled.

     When they left, after ordering a slice of pie, I got a nice tip and a doodled wolf on the check.

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     Bella went out with Jessica to see a movie, I think. I wasn't paying a lot of attention when she said it, I had a mountain of homework from physics and not nearly enough time to do all of it.

     Charlie found Bella's wallet and told me to go give it to her, so I went to Port Angeles to find her.

     I saw Jessica first, and she was watching in mute horror as Bella spoke to some strange man on a motorcycle.

     "Bella!" I yelled, people glancing my way as I stormed up to her to snag her by her arm and drag her away.

     For a moment, she looked hopeful, like she was expecting to see someone else.

     "Oh my god, you're stupid!" I yelled, dragging her back to my car. "Do you not think about anything anymore? He could have kidnapped you! He could have done worse!"

     "I just-" she caught herself, flinching, "I thought I knew him."

     "Good lord," I said, swearing at her for her recklessness, "I thought Charlie would have told you about stranger danger, but I guess not! Maybe it's time for a refresh!"

     Jessica trailed behind us as I berated Bella and lectured her over the dangers of strangers and dark alleyways and motorcycles.

     I folded my sister into the passenger seat of my car, ordering Jessica in the back seat.

     "But, uh, what about Bella's car..?" Jessica asked, staring at me.

      "I'll get it tomorrow. I don't trust Bella not to do something else stupid with it now." I huffed, reaching over to buckle Bella's seatbelt and peeling out of the parking lot.

     I dropped Jessica home safely and pulled into the driveway, marching back inside.

     "Your daughter has lost all her sense!" I told Charlie, "Dad, you need to tell her about stranger danger again before she gets herself kidnapped!"

     "Y/n, now wait a minute-" he started, glancing at the door as my sister came stalking in behind me.

     "Bella, you wanna tell me what your sister is talking about?" Charlie asked, and I huffed as she just sighed.

     She explained and got a stern talking to, but I wasn't satisfied.

     I started going everywhere with her, after that.

     When we weren't in classes, I was attached to her hip. Hell, I even started sleeping in her room with her.

     She still kicks.

     But the nightmares become less frequent when we have sleepovers every night.

     I make her take care of herself by doing it for her, forcing her to brush her teeth and wash her face as I do her hair in the mornings and at night, packing a healthy lunch for her, and forcing her to keep up with her studies.

     It's exhausting, but it's better than staying up until I cant anymore, and it's slowly getting me my sister back.

     And then Jacob comes back into the picture

     He and Bella are fixing up some old bikes. I have no interest in them, so I sit with them and listen as they talk.

     Sometimes I draw some still life pictures of them, sitting together and working.

     Sometimes I sleep.

     Sometimes I do my homework like a good student.

     Slowly, I started to trust Jacob with my sister. I started picking up more daytime shifts at Roy's, and I started to relax.

     The nightmares still happen, but they've gone down to about twice a week now.

     Sometimes she only wakes up crying, others it's the screaming again.

     But progress is progress.

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     "Y/n, I sat a group of three in your section. Booth in the far corner, babe." Makayla told me as I passed the host stand.

     "Thanks, Mak," I said, hurrying to drop off my drinks to some travelers before going to my new table.

     Ryan comes barreling my way to drop some food off, and I spin around him to avoid knocking into him and his tray of food. I get to the booth in the back, seeing some familiar faces.

     "Hey guys," I smile, recognizing two of my favorite customers, "I haven't seen you two in a minute, how've you been?"

     Sam, who I learned later from Charlie, had been the one to find Bella after she was dumped in the woods by Edward. I didn't care if he knew who I was or not, not really, because I knew who he was. I couldn't do much for him, but showing my gratitude for saving my sister through the Family and Friend's discount was enough for me.

     "So busy," Jared complains, pointing an accusing finger at Sam, "He's had me doing chores for days and makes me take more if I don't do my homework! He's like my mom now!"

     Sam rolls his eyes as I laugh, reaching out to flick Jared in the forehead. The two of them have been coming to

     "You're working with me, I'm responsible for you. So sad for you." Sam says dryly, and I shake my head at their antics.

     "Strawberry shake and Pepsi?" I ask them, my eyes tuning towards their new friend.

     He looks rough, almost like Bella did. His long hair is pulled back in a hastily done bun, and his eyes are sharp and attentive. He looks at me oddly, his brows slightly drawn together and his eyes squinting slightly.

     "What can I get for you?" I ask him, an odd feeling rising in my chest as I meet his eyes.

     He's quiet for a moment before he takes a deep breath and orders a water.

     I nod, taking down his drink order and turning towards the kitchen.

     "Ooh, your friends brought someone new!" Chelsea crooned, coming to drape her arms over my shoulders as she watches me fill up the two cups in my hands. I roll my eyes.

     "Chels, why are you always back here when you're supposed to be doing your work?" I ask, dragging her towards the milkshake machine as I fill up Jared's strawberry shake.

     "I'm doing my side work! I got cut early." She says, smacking her gum in my ear. I cringe, reaching back to push her face away from mine.

      "Love that for you, girl, but get your smacking away from my ears, please." I told her, hearing her laugh as I add a cherry to the milkshake and a drizzle of chocolate syrup. She walks off to go finish cutting her lemons and I put all three drinks on the tray to bring them out.

     I set down the drinks and milkshake, turning the tray under my arm as I pull out my note pad to take down their food order.

     "Number three, no unions, large fry, and a chicken sandwich, unions, tomatoes, lettuce, with a large fry." Jared rattles out, and I jot it down quickly. I turn to Sam and notice a distinct lack of his friend beside him.

     "Chicken tenders and a large fry, number two and a basket of onion rings, please," Sam says, adding, "Paul will have the same as me, but without the onion rings and with fried pickles instead."

     I nod, writing it all down.

     "You want me to put a slice of pie in and bring it out later?" I ask, seeing Jared nod enthusiastically.

     "That'd be great, y/n, thanks." I again nod at Sam's words, turning away and hustling to the kitchen to put in their order.

     I service my other tables while the boys' food is being made, bustling around my section. I'm keenly aware of eyes on me, but I figure it's just someone waiting to get my attention so I can give them a refill.

     When their food is ready, I bring it out to Sam and his group.

     I set each of the baskets down before each of the boys, picking up their cups and going to get them refills.

     They each eat quickly, and every time I pass their table, my skin prickles.

     I try to see if it's one of them that needs my attention, but each time I look over, they're all engrossed in their food, or a conversation. Any time I look over, they're in tense conversation. I try and keep my distance so I don't disturb them, but I make sure to keep attentive to their cups and plates.

     I sigh after a while, deciding that I must be making things up. No one seemed to be looking at me.

     They ate quickly and I ran them their check. I was left with a good tip and a smiley face on the paper of the check beside Sam's signature.

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     When I was finally cut to go home, I took a long shower and collapsed in my bed. When my eyes closed, I saw a picture in my mind's eye.

     Dark eyes framed by thick lashes. My vision slowly panned out, and I saw dark eyebrows. There was a slight wrinkle between them, like the person was frowning. Slowly, my mind put together a strong nose, then high cheekbones, full lips, and a strong jaw. Finally, I saw long, dark hair framing this handsome face.

     Slowly, I put a name to the face I saw in my mind.

     Paul.

     Why I was seeing Sam and Jared's friend, I had no clue. There was no denying that he was attractive, though. His angular face and sharp eyes made him look uninviting, but his sullen demeanor was softened by his full, almost pouty lips and well kept hair. His lack of facial hair made him look younger compared to Jared, who's scruffy chin made him look closer to twenty than to seventeen. The long, silky hair on his head had been messily pulled back, yes, but it served to make him look almost boyish, also.

     I was pulled out of my thoughts when my door creaked open, and I peeled my eyes awake to see Bella standing in the doorway. Wordlessly, I pulled back the blankets around me and scooted over. She shut the door behind her and fell into my bed, sighing as I reaching out to pull the blanket over her shoulders.

     I fell asleep shortly after, Bella's breathing steady almost immediately.

Word Count: 3157

Author's Note:

Hey guys!! This is my first fic ever! Please lmk what you think about it 🥰

Also, I plan to change some things about the story. I'm going on a mix of the books and movies, but I plan to change the timeline a little, change the logistics a bit, and make some of the characters a bit older because I don't like how literally everyone is like 16?? Anyway, I'll probably put out a chapter of all the stuff I change to get some feedback and stuff

All rights go to the original authors and publishers !

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Rainy Road Part 3 Poly! Cullens X reader

Rainy Road Part 3 (Final part) Poly! Cullens X reader

Word Count: 2644

Time it Took me: A long time ngl

To My Love's: Here you guys go! I know you've waited so long for the last part of Rainy road. Some of y'all are gonna be real mad at me but the last part (paragraph) of this is kinda what went on with this part of rainy road. I was trying to make it something it's not. I hope you guys like it! Tell me how you felt! Y'all know I don't do these but TW!!

Love <3

Whatever trash that was on the radio played in the background as you drove away from Seth’s house. You’d like to say that you had a good time but the longer that you sat there and tried to pretend that you were having a good time the more it hurt. You couldn’t take it anymore. So you weren’t going to. Focusing your eyes through the rain on the windshield you finally saw the sign “Leaving Forks”.

 Letting out a breath of air you felt relaxed. Free. For the first time in months you felt some peace. Laughing to yourself you rolled down all the windows not caring that the rain was pouring into the car. This made you happy. This brung joy to you. For the first time in a long time you didn’t see the rain as some tragic reminder of the Cullens leaving you to fend for yourself. You saw it as a way for you to cleanse yourself of this pain. For good. It felt a sign from the universe as your favorite song started playing on the radio. 

“This couldn’t get any better!” You laughed to yourself as you started to sing along to the song. Letting the music take you away you felt the rhythm in your body flow freely. Feeling your phone buzz you looked down ‘Unknown’ It read. Rolling your eyes you let it go to voicemail. This was the fifth time they’ve called. Turning your phone off you did your best to not let this ruin your wonderful mood you were in. 

Shivering as water sprayed on you from the waterfall and the rain you couldn’t help but feel cold. It made it all feel surreal. Walking closer to the edge you felt a surge of adrenaline run through your veins. Jasper had shown you this place. Out of all the waterfalls the Cullens had shown you, This one was your favorite. Maybe because of the way you found it or the memories that you made here. Either way you were happiest here. Reaching the edge you looked down all you saw were rocks and water and.. A small rainbow at the end. Letting out a final sigh you closed your eyes. ‘Finally some peace.’ You thought.  You wouldn't have to feel the void the Cullens had created in you. You wouldn’t have to wallow in your pain anymore. You wouldn't have to do anything. But let go.  

Thirty minutes passed and you had made it. The waterfall. You loved it here but you would never get too close to the edge because you thought that somehow you’d fall off. I guess you always knew you would fall off in a way. No matter the tight grip on your- one of the Cullens would have on you you always feared the outcome. But not today. 

Leaning forward you let yourself fall. The wind that swept across your face made you smile. No longer will you be the girl who loved you dearly. 

Feeling yourself jerk back you snapped your eyes open, stumbling you fell. “What the hell?!” You yelled out with so much anger. Looking up to see who or what the cause of this was you froze.

“Jasper?” You breathed out.

“Why are you trying to kill yourself?” Jasper questioned as venom filled his eyes. He looked like shit. His clothes didn’t match at all. It was like he just threw on whatever was laying on his floor and put it on and called it a day. His eyes were gloomy like a big gray cloud was covering them. His hair was all over the place, it looked like he hadn’t brushed his curls in weeks.

“WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF!” Jasper yelled, making you jump. Jasper had never yelled at you. Looking at him.. He didn’t look human. 

“Why do you care?” You rolled your eyes picking yourself up from the wet hard rocks.

“I care because I love you!” He yelled.

“No you don’t you don’t love me none of you do because if you did you wouldn’t have left me! You wouldn’t have left me to rot in my own hell that you created for me! The hell that you left me in! The pain you caused!” You screamed at him.

“You're going home.” Jasper said sternly.

“I’m not going anywhere besides hell, Oh wait I’m already there!” You yelled walking back to the edge of the cliff. 

“Do you really wanna kill yourself?” Jasper whispered, making you pause in  your tracks. 

“I want to not feel the way I do now ever again.” You whispered looking down at the water hitting the rocks at the bottom. Letting out a sigh you felt the best you have in a while. Your eyes grew heavy. So heavy you couldn’t keep them open any longer. So you didn’t.

Hearing whispers you tried focusing on them. 

“She hates me.” You heard from far away but at the same time very close.

“No she doesn't, she is just going through a hard time. We all are.” Who is that?

“You don’t know the way she looked at me Alice, She hates me” Alice? She's here?

“We broke her heart. What did you expect? Her to accept us with open arms?” A different voice sounded.

“Yes. That's exactly what I expected.” Another responded. 

What's going on? I can't open my eyes? It hurts. This hurts. Everything hurts. Wait. Where am I? Why am I not dead? That question hurt more than anything else. Why can't they let me go?

Let me go, I try to say.

 Nothing comes out.

Let me go! Please! Let Me go! I scream and I claw at my throat until sounds come out of my mouth. Tears roll down my cheek. Tears of sadness or confusion? Another emotion I can't seem to explain but what's new?

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" I scream repeatedly once I find my voice. Once I found it I didn't let it go until I was hoarse. My eyes snapped open hurting them as they were dry but wet with tears? How can that be? The burning in my eyes only proved to me how real the scene in front of me was. 

There stood the very ones who brung this pain upon me in the first place. The Cullens. Every single one of them. They looked terrified. Like they didn't know what was the cause of this. Even Carlisle even though he  looked like he hadn't rested in a thousand years. He looked at me like I was something he didn't know how to fix. Pity. "I'm not yours to fix!" I scream and scream in anger. Eyes strictly on Carlisle. You could see him break a little bit more each time. I felt a small Crack. 

Rosalie held onto Emmetts arm and she looked.. Scared. That's a first. She said she loved her human life. I didn't. She ruined that for me. "Sad pathetic human life!" I yell and yell, staring her down as tears continue to roll down my face. She slowly let go of Emmett's arm. She looked back at me like I was a monster. How can I be a monster?! Rosalie shook her head in disbelief as she stormed out of the room. Another crack? 

A monster wasn't born. They were made.

Looking towards Emmett the wanna be big bad wolf. "You're weak. You're useless. You're powerless. You're nothing!" I scream and scream. I reach for anything to throw. That anything just happened to be a lamp. A very expensive one. My favorite one. It hit Emmett's chest and Shattered. Just like my love for him. Them. He didn’t try to dodge it. I knew he could've. They could've stopped it from happening but they didn't. They didn't do anything. They didn't do anything. Another Crack? What is this?

Turning to Jasper he looked like he was concentrating. Like he was trying so hard to fix something that shouldn't be broken in the first place.

Muffled to my ears I hear Edward's voice say "That won't work Jasper, She's breaking it.." Breaking it? Breaking them like they broke me? If that's how you word it, yes. 

With those words it looked like Jasper was finally coming to realize what was happening. "Please stop. Don't do this, you can't fix it if you keep going. Please, I love you." Jasper pleaded with a panicked look on his face. He took a step closer but Alive stopped him. "Please let me go." He begged Alice to which she looked at Edward who just slowly shook his head. 

"Let me go.. Let me go sound familiar doesn't it. Doesn't it!? You Jasper, You're nothing but an addict that will never recover. Itching and  Aching for just one drop of blood. Your miserable existence is an abomination." I repeat over and over so much that I find it funny. Laughing I couldn't help myself but to add another thing. "Blood.. There's no AA meetings for that one Jasper." He looked like he could die right then and there. He looked sadly at Alice as if to say I told you so. Crack. I gasp softly grabbing my chest but as soon as I acknowledge it goes away just as quickly as it came. 

Turning my attention to Esme I couldn't help but frown my face up in disgust. She was kneeling in front of Carlisle who was now sitting on the floor tapping at his chest. What, it hurts? So sad. You hurt me first. Esme took her eyes away from Carlisle and turned them to me. "I understand that you're upset but you can't break our bond, That will practically kill us. Please sto-" I cut her off. Who wants to listen to begging when you've been begging for them to come back for months now? I'm sick of it. 

"Toy. I was a Toy right? That's what you said. You know if a toy is  Delivered to a child in perfect condition and the child breaks it, the child has no one to blame but themselves. Because that toy did nothing to deserve the abuse the child yield upon it. But who cared right? It's just a toy! It's just a toy! Toys are made to be used and thrown away like trash because who cares it's not me- Oh wait it was me! I was the toy!" 

"Please stop, you can't undo it." Esme pleaded as her voice broke mid sentence.

"I trusted you. We made promises to each other! 'I'll hold your heart in my hand and I won't crush yours if you don't crush mine.' I won't crush yours.. I always keep my promises. So Consider your heart crushed." Esme visibly flinched with my last sentence. Crack.. 

Tearing my eyes away from Esme's shaking figure I locked eyes with Edward. The one who drove me to this heartache. It's only right if he was the last one to break. Getting out of the bed I was in with shaky legs I walked towards my final destination.

Coward.

"You know what you're doing, I've told you about it. And I've told you what will happen if you break us all.. Please rethink your decision.." Edward begged as his eyes followed  me as I walked up to him. 

Liar.

"We can still fix it but we won't be able to if you keep going. No matter if we want to fix it later in the future we can't. It won't be the same.. I know you still love us. Don't do this. I love you, I always have and always will. We left to prot-" You cut off Edward's attempts to save himself with one word. What was he afraid of most? Why was he afraid to show his true colors? It's all simply because he is a-

"Monster."

Edward's face dropped. You dug into your memories but not too deep as it always lingered on the surface. He was always scared you'd see him for who he truly is. A monster. 

"A soulless monster. You see Edward you were always so worried about your 'soul' you shouldn't worry about something you just don't have. Humans have souls. You're nothing but a cold hollow shell of something that used to be. Just embrace it. You'll never make it out of this hell you've made. It didn't have to be like this. You could've turned the car around that night. You were in full control. So you Edward have no one to blame but yourself. Why don't you go add yourself to your collection of victims you think you've saved." You sneered with venom. Crack.

With those last words a sharp pain felt like it came through your heart six times, And left the same way it came in. You didn't even flinch. It's like you were numb. The best way you could describe it was you were stabbed in your heart front and back six times. A few last tears ran down your check but you weren't crying anymore. You had stopped crying a long time ago. It was like your tears acted as the blood that would've spilled if you had actually been stabbed. 

Edward's faces twisted in pain and soon after behind you you heard the gasp of the rest of the Cullen's. They were feeling all the pain you felt and then some. You couldn't help but feel proud of yourself. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you could breathe again. 

"How could you go through with this?! It will feel like we've died!" Rosalie stormed into the room the best she could, hunched over in pain. The throbbing in her heart was something she never thought she'd  experience. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. They thought they were the only ones who could break hearts and not blink an eye?

"Well die then."

Rosalie's eyes widened at your words. She tried to look into your eyes to see if you were just putting up a front but no. This was all you. Your head was clearer than ever. 

As you looked around the room you searched for your keys but then thought 'I don't want it anymore.' Anything from the Cullen's gets left tonight. Cars.. Feelings.. it's all the same to you.

"Enjoy my gift. It's the closest thing you will ever get to feeling human." 

You spoke dryly.

Walking away from Edward you stepped over Emmett who was curled into a ball on the floor clawing at his chest. "It hurts." He whimpered. Get over it.

With your back turned you felt the eyes of every Cullen on your back. "Please stay." Carlisle whispered. You paused and hope flooded the heart broken vampires. You continue your journey to the front door. On your way you spoke knowing they could all still hear you very clearly.

"Don't call me. Don't come by my house. Don't make it seem like you've died. Just die." I said before I slammed the door shut. And it was never opened again.

Walking down the long driveway of the Cullens house you felt light as a feather. You felt like you were on top of the world and nothing could bring you down. As you walked you came to a realization. You were trying to make a happy ending, you were begging for one. And that's what took so long that's why they never came back. Because there was no happy ending. A love that breaks you like that will never have a happy ending if it's with the same one that took your heart and stomped it out. The only way out is to make a trade. Eye for an eye. Soul for a soul. Heart for a Heart.

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A Long Time

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"it's been a long time" - Carlisle Cullen x reader

You look up into the amber eyes of the man you adored and reach out for him, unsure if he wants the contact too. You had just told him that you loved him and yet you could see that he was fighting something. 

“Y/N” he whispers and you give a small smile, you liked it when he said your name. As he does, he steps into your personal space and leans in, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, on your right cheek before gently brushing his lips against yours and you moan

“I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted someone this much” he admits and you swoon upon hearing him admit to liking you this much.

“I want you too Carlisle” you say and he beams, as his lips recapture your again.

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Sheriff

"I want you, Y/N."

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.6k 

Summary: Your car breaks down and the friendly sheriff comes to your rescue.

a/n: Guys please 🙏 send any twilight requests you have my way, I’m so desperate to write more 

You were currently on a road trip, alone, going from Oregon to well, anywhere really. Your car begins to stutter as you drive through the night. You pull your car over on the side of the road, your heart rate slowly rising in frustration. 

You take a deep breath, mentally counting to ten, you remind yourself that there's nothing you can do about it right now, you just have to accept that your car has broken down and that you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, you don't even recognize where you are. 

You look around, taking in your surroundings, your gaze falling on a sign that reads "Forks, Washington," located a few kilometers down ahead.

As you dial the number for the sheriff of that area, your heart continues to race anxiously. With every additional ring, the worry inside you seems to intensify, it felt like an eternity before someone picked up on the other end of the line. The line clicks as the call connects. You hear a deep, gruff voice come through the phone, "Forks Sheriff's office."

“Hello… My name is Y/N, uh, I’m not sure where I am but my car just broke down. It’s really dark,” you quickly ramble into the phone, eyes wandering the surrounding area. 

The voice on the other end of the phone responds calmly, "Hello Y/N, this is Charlie Swan, the Sheriff. Can you tell me where you're currently located?" The Sheriff, Charlie, seems to have a gentle and steady tone, attempting to help you as he inquires for more information about where you are stranded.

"Well, I'm next to the 'Welcome to Forks' sign.." you reply, the gentle tone from the sheriff helping to calm your nerves. 

"Okay," the sheriff responds firmly, his tone conveying a sense of reassurance, "Just stay where you are, I'll be there soon." There's a sense of comfort in the assurance that the sheriff is on his way. 

There's a brief moment of silence after the phone call ends, and you take a few calming breaths, trying to steady yourself amidst the darkness. Shortly afterward, you notice the headlights of a police cruiser approaching on the road in the distance, the patrol car getting closer until it pulls up behind your stranded vehicle.

Charlie, the sheriff, steps out of the vehicle, his presence is undeniably commanding yet somehow soothing, the stern expression on his face is replaced by a slight smile as he walks over to your car.

Unlocking the door you cautiously step out into the cool night air, gaze meeting the sheriffs. Charlie steps closer to you, the smile still on his face as he takes in your worried expression, 

"Y/N?" he asks, his tone carrying a hint of recognition for the voice he spoke to on the phone. 

He walks toward you, his steps measured and calculated, his tall stature towering over you as he steps closer. A small smile still on his face, he looks you over, inspecting your car, he asks inquisitively, "Car trouble?"

"Mhm, I'm not too sure what happened.." you sigh, watching as he comes to inspect the hood. You sneakily check him out, noticing how the night casts gentle shadows over his features. 

Charlie leans down over the hood, his eyes studying the engine with focused attention. He gives a few knocks on the engine and tries to look around inside as much as he can, his face becoming slightly grim as he starts to examine the issue.

He straightens himself up, closing the hood gently, before turning to you. His voice is calm and steady, "Well, looks like we've got some real trouble here. Engine seems to be overheating."

"I don't know much about cars..." you murmur, stepping closer to him and holding your coat tight around you

Charlie notices your closeness, and he instinctively reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder to keep you warm. He looks at you, a hint of a smile on his face as he replies, "Well, that's alright, not everyone needs to be a mechanic."

He glances at your car once more and sighs, "Overheating is a pretty common issue, it happens when your engine gets too hot to function properly. Based on the look of things, you won't be going anywhere anytime soon."

Your cheeks flush with his gentle touch, immediately craving more of his warm body. "I see, is there a motel or someplace I can stay for the night? Until I get this checked out?"

Charlie's eyes fall on yours, observing your blush with a hint of curiosity. He notices your desire for warmth but doesn't say anything.

He nods as you mention finding a place for the night and replies, "Yes, there are a couple of motels nearby, but they're not the most...pleasant, to say the least."

He studies your face again and his expression softens a bit as he continues, "You can stay at my place for the night. I have a guest room you can use."

Your blush deepens, the strong musk of his cologne sending your mind to inappropriate places. "Your place? Are you sure?"

Charlie looks at you, noticing your blushing getting even more noticeable, making him raise his eyebrows a bit. He smiles gently and says in a reassuring voice, "Yeah, my place. It's a lot more comfortable than any motel around here anyway. And I don't mind, really."

There's a hint of something in his voice, a subtle intensity that can't quite be explained. He looks at you again, making sure you're up for the idea.

"Alright, that sounds amazing." you grin, flashing him your pearly whites as you take a half step closer to him. "A warm cozy house, a soft mattress.. sounds like heaven." 

Charlie notices your movements, the way you step closer to him, and he can't help but chuckle softly. Seeing your toothy grin makes his heart skip a beat, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine.

He responds with a smirk, "Oh, you flatter me. Now, let's get your things out of the car and head over there."

He motions for you to open the trunk, letting you help him carry your belongings to his patrol car. As you both move your belongings to his cruiser, Charlie can't help but sneak glances at you, noticing the way your skin glows in the pale moonlight. 

He holds open the passenger door of his car for you, his hand lingering for an extra second as you get in. He then walks around to the driver's side and settles in, starting up the engine. The silence in the car feels heavier than usual, the air filled with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation.

"Thank you, Charlie," The warmth of the car causes you to relax into the plush seats. 

As you express your gratitude, a wave of genuine honesty comes over Charlie, his grip on the steering wheel loosening and his shoulders relaxing. He glances at you, noticing your relaxed state in the passenger seat.

His voice, low and sultry, responds, "No problem, Y/N. I'm glad to be able to help." He glances at you, his eyes lingering on your form, appreciating the sight of you in the warm glow of the car.

His voice is seductive, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to clench your legs together. You try to distract yourself, fumbling with the hem of your sweater as you stare out the window, heart pounding loudly in your ears. 

Charlie can practically feel the tension growing in the air as he continues to drive, the sound of your heart beating faster does not escape his ear. He steals a glance at you, noting your restless fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

His mind begins to wander and he silently wonders about the effect he's having on you. He decides to test the waters a bit, clearing his throat and saying, "You look a little cold there."

"Oh, uhm, just a little." your voice cracks slightly as you turn to look at him once again. 

Charlie smiles at the sound of your cracking voice, feeling almost amused at the way you respond. He keeps his gaze on the road ahead of him, but he notices the way your eyes meet his as you speak to him.

He decides to push further, reaching over to turn up the heat in the car. As he does so, his hand brushes lightly against your knee, a subtle but deliberate action designed to get a reaction from you.

You jump slightly, a soft surprised noise escaping your plush lips. Charlie grins at the sound of your startled gasp, his mind racing with intrigue and curiosity. He notices the way your body jerks at his touch, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement go through him.

His hand continues to linger on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing small, almost soothing circles into your skin. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of playful innocence, "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's.. okay.." you murmur, eyes focused on the way his finger moves against your skin. The short drive comes to an end as he pulls into the driveway of his house, you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation as you wait for his next move.

Charlie notices the way you bite down on your bottom lip, his vision fixated on the way your teeth indent your lip. He can't help but think about how badly he wants to pull that lip between his own teeth and taste it for himself.

He parks the cruiser in the driveway and clears his throat, his mind trying to push down the thoughts of your lips. He looks at you, his eyes full of desire, as he says in a slightly hoarse voice, "We're here."

"Okay, shall we go inside?" You click the seatbelt, letting it fall back, turning at the waist to face him.

Charlie quickly notices the movement of your waist, his eyes briefly falling on the way your body shifts to face him. He lets out a low breath, trying to calm himself down, before replying, "Yeah, let's get inside."

He gets out of the car and walks around to your side, holding open the door for you. As you step out, he can't help but let his hand graze over your waist, a brief but purposeful touch.

"You're very gentlemanly," you giggle as he leads you to the door, your bags in hand. "Thank you again, Charlie."

Charlie chuckles softly as you mention his gentlemanly demeanor, feeling amused at the way you respond to him. He unlocks the front door and holds it open for you, gesturing for you to go inside first.

As you step inside, he follows closely behind, placing a hand on the small of your back, and guiding you further into the house. He responds, his voice warm and genuine, "No problem, Y/N, I'm glad I could help."

Charlie notices you leaning into his touch, your body molding into his, and his mind is flooded with thoughts of how badly he wants to wrap his arms around you. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's driving him crazy.

He stops for a moment, his hand still on your back, and looks down at you, his voice soft and husky as he says, "Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"

"Could I please get a glass of water?" your tone is soft as he sets your bags next to the door, watching as his muscles flex from underneath his uniform. 

Charlie nods at your request, his mind briefly distracted by the way you speak to him in that soft voice. He feels your gaze on his muscular arms and chest, and he can't deny that it makes him feel a little more self-conscious.

He walks over to the kitchen, retrieving a glass and filling it with cold water from the tap. He returns to where you stand and hands you the water, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so.

You slip out of your sweater, revealing your skin-tight undershirt as you take a cautious seat on the couch, not wanting to get *too* comfortable.

As you shed your sweater, revealing the thin undershirt beneath, Charlie can't help but notice the way the material clings to your body, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he observes your every move. His eyes roam over your form, taking in the sight of your curves in the tight fabric, and he feels a wave of desire wash over him.

He watches as you gingerly sit on the couch, trying to maintain a sense of composure, and he wonders how much self-control he has left. He steps into the room, sitting next to you, and giving you a glass of cool water.

"Thank you," you murmur, sweetly smiling at him before taking a long sip of the drink. Your cleavage becomes more exposed to the man in front of you as you set the glass down, you lean back and relax on the couch. 

Charlie nearly chokes on his own saliva as he watches your cleavage become more exposed, his eyes fixed on the way the thin fabric clings to your skin, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself, but he can feel the tension in the air building between you both.

He shifts on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, as he replies, his voice huskier than before, "You're welcome."

"Are you married, sheriff?" You blurt out, heart racing as you contemplate trying to seduce the older man. 

Charlie is a little caught off guard by the sudden question, but he composes himself quickly. He gives a soft chuckle, leaning back on the couch and shaking his head.

He responds, his voice low and steady, "No, I'm not married." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin, and he can feel the tension and desire growing between you both.

You move closer to him, your hand falling to his thigh as you press your breasts against his arm. "A girlfriend?" you look at him through your lashes, gaze seductive as you admire his features in the new lighting.

Charlie feels the weight of your hand on his thigh, sparks shooting through his body at your touch. He can't help but let out a low breath as he feels your body pressed against his arm, the sight of your eyes looking up at him through your lashes is almost too much.

He maintains his composure, answering your question with a slightly hoarse voice, "No... no girlfriend." His eyes roam over your face, taking in every feature as he replies.

You lean forward, face mere inches from his. "Then... would you mind if I kiss you?" you slide onto his lap, gently letting your weight rest on him as your hands move to cup his face. 

Charlie is taken aback by your bold move, your body suddenly straddling his lap, the heat of your skin burning through the layers of his uniform. He can't help but let out a soft moan at the feeling of your weight on him, unable to control his own reaction to your touch.

He looks at you, his voice a low growl as he responds, "I don't mind at all." His hands come to grip your hips, steadying you on his lap as he awaits your next move.

Leaning forward you capture his lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss, hands moving to keep him close to you, hips rocking against his ever so slightly. 

Charlie responds immediately to your kiss, his lips meeting yours in a fierce yet tender embrace. He lets out a low moan as your hips start to rock against him, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, his fingers indenting your skin.

He pulls you closer to him, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance to the heat of your mouth. His mind is clouded with desire, the taste and feel of you against him is driving him wild.

Your mouth opens for him, your body desperate for more of his touch, you moan at the feeling of his erection growing against your clothed cunt. 

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With a deep, needy groan, Charlie's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as your kiss deepens. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over the softness of your skin, making you quiver with anticipation. His mouth moves to your neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. 

You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and your own need is becoming unbearable. Your hands tangle in his hair as you rock your hips into him, seeking more friction. Charlie's grip on your hips tightens as he feels your body grinding into him, and he can no longer resist the temptation. 

His hand slides down to palm your ass, guiding you closer as he grinds back against you, his erection pulsing with desire. His kisses become more urgent, his teeth grazing your earlobe before capturing your ear with his lips, whispering, "I want you, Y/N."

You gasp as his teeth graze your earlobe, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "I want you too, Charlie," you murmur, your breath hot against his neck as you kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there. The intensity of your passion builds as your hands explore his body, feeling the tension in his muscles as he responds to your touch. 

Encouraged by your confession, Charlie's hand moves from your ass to the hem of your shirt, deftly sliding it up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and pants. He kisses down your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form, as he gently unclips the back of your bra, letting it fall away to expose your full, round breasts to the cool air. 

He groans in appreciation, his eyes dark with desire as he cups them in his hands, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. Your back arches, pressing you into his touch as his mouth finds on the peak, suckling it with an intensity that has you gripping his shoulders tightly, a soft moan escaping your lips.

With a sudden surge of need, Charlie wraps his arms around your waist and effortlessly lifts you from the couch, carrying you down the hallway to his dimly lit bedroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the well-defined muscles and tattoos that cover his torso, making your heart race even faster. You watch, mesmerized, as he unbuttons and pulls down his pants, his erection straining against his boxers.

With trembling hands, you help him remove the last of his clothing, revealing his rock-hard body to the cool air. He returns the favor, taking his time to remove your pants and panties, leaving you nude in front of him. His eyes drink in the sight of you, silent praise for the beauty laid before him.

With a gentle push, Charlie lays you back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbs over you, his body hovering just above yours. He kisses you softly, his mouth exploring yours with a passion that's tender yet fiery, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands continue to roam your body. You can feel the heat from his bare skin as he presses himself against you, his erection nestling between your thighs.

You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer, your hands exploring the firm planes of his back as he kisses down your body, leaving a trail of sweet kisses from your neck to your navel. His mouth finds your clit, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive nub, making your back arch and your hips buck involuntarily.

He moves in a torturously slow rhythm, building your pleasure until you're panting for more, your nails digging into his shoulders as you beg for his cock. Charlie chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. He kisses up your stomach, his eyes locked with yours as he positions himself at your entrance.

With one hand, he guides himself in, his eyes never leaving yours as he sinks into you inch by inch. You gasp as he fills you completely, the feeling of fullness making you whimper with need. He starts to move, his strokes deep and slow, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your body.

Your hips match his rhythm, the slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room as you both give in to the passion consuming you. The tension builds, coiling tightly in your stomach, until it's almost too much to handle. With a final, powerful thrust, Charlie whispers your name against your ear, sending you over the edge into a climax that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath.

You cling to him as he follows suit, his warmth seeping into you as he releases his own passion, your bodies joined as one. After a moment, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of your shared pleasure still coursing through your veins.

[inky-writing]

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Read Book I here!

Warnings: hospital, sickness

Word count: 2,811

Book II - Chapter 1: Whispering Nightmares

The first week of september arrived with the soft chill of autumn, the morning dew clinging to the grass as the sun rose over the small city of Forks. Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting the strap of her shoulderbag. She smoothed her long black skirt, already feeling a touch of nervousness creep into her chest.

“First day back,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath.

Downstairs, the smell of Charlie’s coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint sounds of the radio playing in the kitchen. The familiar rhythm of the Swan household was comforting, a welcome distraction from the day ahead.

Bella was already at the table when Y/N came down, nursing a mug of tea and still looking half-asleep.

“Ready?” Y/N asked as she grabbed an apple from the counter.

Bella shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I don’t expect senior year to be much better than last year.”

Y/N chuckled softly, biting into the apple as Charlie walked in, his police uniform neatly pressed. He gave them both an encouraging smile and a thumb up.

“You girls will do fine,” he said, pouring himself another cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Dad,” Bella muttered.

As they stepped outside, Y/N glanced at her forest-green Jeep Wrangler parked in the driveway. It still felt surreal, driving the car her uncle and late father had worked on together. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she started the engine and waited for Bella to climb in beside her.

The drive to Forks High School was quiet, the familiar roads lined with towering trees. Bella stared out the window, lost in thought, while Y/N focused on the road ahead.

The high school parking lot was already buzzing with activity when they arrived. Y/N parked the Jeep near the edge of the lot, and the two girls stepped out, greeted by a breeze.

“Here we go again,” Bella said with a sigh.

Y/N spotted Angela and Jessica near the entrance and gave them a small wave. Angela smiled warmly and waved back, while Jessica was already too engrossed in telling her about the last gossips to notice.

The day passed in a blur of new schedules, and the low hum of gossip that filled the halls. Y/N tried to focus on her classes, but her mind kept wandering. She again couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, though every time she turned around, no one was there.

During lunch, she sat with Bella, Angela, Eric and Mike, the latter was overly enthusiastic about recounting his summer adventures. Y/N half-listened, her attention occasionally drifting to the Cullen table, though only Alice and Edward were present. She hadn’t seen Carlisle since the end of summer, and the thought of their conversations during those warm months brought a small smile to her face.

Later that day, Y/N had an appointment with the school counselor, Mrs. Hollis. The small office smelled faintly of lavender, a diffuser humming softly on the corner desk. Mrs. Hollis was a kind woman in her early fifties, her short, blond hair framing a face that always seemed to radiant empathy.

“So, Y/N,” Mrs. Hollis began, folding her hands on the desk, “it’s your senior year. Have you given much thought to what comes next?”

Y/N hesitated, fiddling with the strap of her bag. “I have, sort of. I’ve been thinking about medical school.”

Mrs. Hollis raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s a big decision. Any particular reason?”

“I guess I’ve always been interested in helping people,” Y/N said. “And after everything that’s happened… I feel like I want to do something meaningful.”

Mrs. Hollis nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a noble path, but also a challenging one. Have you thought about where you’d like to apply?”

“I’m not sure yet. Carlis…, uh, Dr. Cullen. He’s been helping me look into some options. He’s been really helpful.”

“Well, it sounds like you have a solid start.”

The conversation continued for another twenty minutes, with Mrs. Hollis offering advice on college applications and scholarships. By the time Y/N left the office, she felt a little more grounded.

Evening

Y/N joined Bella and Charlie at the diner, a cozy spot they frequented for its simple yet comforting meals. The chatter of other diners filled the air as the three of them settled into their usual booth.

Charlie was in a good mood, recounting a humorous story from his day at the station. Bella listened with a faint smile, while Y/N picked at her fries, her mind still lingering on her conversation with Mrs. Hollis.

As they ate, Y/N glanced around the diner and caught sight of Carlisle walking in, his coat neatly folded over his arm. He exchanged a few polite nods with the staff before approaching the counter to place an order.

He looked over his shoulder and met Y/N’s gaze, offering her a warm smile. She felt her cheeks flush slightly as she returned the gesture.

As Carlisle left the diner, coffee in hand, Y/N found herself wondering if their paths would cross again soon. Something about him always made her feel… steadier, like a lighthouse while she was lost at sea.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, but as Y/N lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this year would be different.

That same night

The clock on Y/N’s nightstand read 3:07 a.m. when her eyes flew open, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat in her ears. Sweat clung to her skin as her gaze darted around the dimly lit room, her body trembling from the aftershocks of a nightmare that felt too vivid, too real.

She had been standing in a forest shrouded in mist, the trees towering above her like sentinels. A low growl reverberated through the air, and when she turned, she saw glowing red eyes staring at her from the darkness. Shadows twisted and contorted, forming shapes that lunged at her with outstretched claws. She tried to run, but her legs felt attached to the ground.

And then, suddenly, the scene shifted. The forest melted away, and she found herself in a circular stone chamber, cold and oppressive. Figures in dark cloaks surrounded her, their faces obscured, save for one man with piercing, almost hypnotic eyes. He reached out, whispering words she couldn’t understand, and as his hand touched her forehead, a searing pain shot through her skull, white-hot and unbearable.

That was when she woke up.

Her body jerked upright, but the disorientation only grew worse. The room was in chaos, her desk chair was overturned, books scattered across the floor, and the curtains billowed inward as a cold breeze swept through the open window.

The pain in her head was excruciating, a sharp, stabbing sensation that felt like it was splitting her skull in two. She cried out, clutching her head as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Stop, please… stop,” she whimpered, her voice breaking.

The noise must have startled Charlie and Bella awake. Moments later, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, followed by a frantic knock on her door.

“Y/N?!” Charlie’s voice called out, laced with panic. “What’s going on? Open up!”

Y/N couldn’t answer. The pain was too much, her body curling in on itself as she buried her face in her hands.

The door swung open, and Charlie rushed in, with Bella close behind him. His face paled when he saw her on the floor, trembling and sobbing.

“Oh, God, Y/N,” Charlie breathed, dropping to his knees beside her. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

Bella stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide as she took in the overturned furniture and the eerie chill in the room. “I—I’ll get her some water,” she stammered, disappearing down the hall.

Charlie gently placed a hand on Y/N’s head, but she flinched at the touch. “Kiddo, it’s me,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’re gonna fix this.”

She tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled sob.

Bella returned with a glass of water, but Charlie shook his head. “This isn’t normal. We need to get her to the clinic.”

Carefully, he lifted Y/N into his arms, cradling her like a child as she continued to clutch her head. She felt fragile, as if the slightest jostle would shatter her entirely.

The drive to the clinic was a blur. Charlie’s police cruiser sped through the empty streets of Forks, its sirens cutting through the silence of the early morning. Bella sat in the backseat with Y/N, the later’s head on her knes, though she wasn’t sure if Y/N even noticed.

When they arrived, Charlie carried Y/N inside, calling out for help. Dr. Carlisle Cullen appeared almost immediately, his expression shifting from calm professionalism to genuine concern when he saw Y/N’s state.

“What happened?” Carlisle asked, motioning for Charlie to place Y/N on a gurney.

“She woke up screaming,” Charlie explained, his voice tight with worry. “She’s been complaining about headaches for a while, but this… this is something else.”

Carlisle nodded, his sharp eyes scanning Y/N as he gently checked her vitals. She was barely conscious now, her body limp except for the occasional twitch of her fingers.

“I’ll run some tests,” Carlisle said. “She’ll need to stay here for observation.”

Charlie hesitated, glancing at Bella. “You stay with her,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I need to call her school and let them know she won’t be there for a few days. And… I’ll call Harry and Sue. They should know about this.”

Bella nodded, her throat tight as she watched Carlisle wheel Y/N away.

A few hours later

Y/N woke hours later, the sterile white walls of the clinic room slowly coming into focus. Her head still throbbed, though the pain was duller now, like an ache settling in her bones.

“Y/N?” Bella’s voice was soft, pulling her from the fog.

She turned her head slowly, her gaze meeting Bella’s. For a moment, Bella froze, her heart skipping a beat. Y/N’s eyes were a deep, unnatural purple, almost black, their color shimmering faintly in the dim light.

Y/N blinked, confusion etched across her face. “Bella?”

Bella forced a smile, pushing aside her panic. “Yeah, I’m here. How are you feeling?”

“I… I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, her voice hoarse. “What happened?”

“You had a really bad headache,” Bella said, carefully avoiding any mention of her eyes. “Carlisle said you’ll be okay, but he wants to keep you here overnight to make sure.”

Y/N nodded weakly, her head sinking back into the pillow. “Thanks for staying.”

“Of course, anything,” Bella said softly.

As Y/N drifted back to sleep, Bella sat beside her, her mind racing. She didn’t know what was happening to her cousin, but one thing was clear—this was far beyond anything they could explain away.

Two days later

The morning sunlight felt almost too bright as Y/N stepped out of the clinic. She leaned heavily on Charlie’s arm for support, her legs still shaky after two days of rest and medications. Each step felt like a monumental effort, but the cool breeze on her face was a welcome reprieve after the atmosphere of the clinic.

Behind her, Carlisle stood at the doorway, watching her leave with an unreadable expression. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his white coat, but they were shaking, and his mind was anything but calm.

He had felt her pain. Not just seen it in her expression or read it in her medical vitals, he had felt it deep within himself. The memory of that connection gnawed at him, even though it had been fleeting, disappearing almost as soon as he’d acknowledged it.

Carlisle’s jaw clenched as he tried to make sense of the sensation. It was unnatural, inexplicable. Yet the moment he had begun to dwell on it, the feeling had vanished, slipping through his mind like water through his fingers. He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze sweeping the clinic’s empty hallway, and a wave of unease washed over him.

When they arrived home, Charlie opened the front door, leading Y/N inside as if she were made of glass. She offered him a weak smile, trying to assure him that she wasn’t as fragile as she seemed, but even she wasn’t convinced.

“Go straight to bed,” Charlie instructed, his tone kind. “I stocked your room for now, stacked everything up so it’s out of the way. You can organize it later. I didn’t know where you wanted everything.”

Y/N nodded, appreciating the effort despite the exhaustion clouding her mind.

“I’ll go grab dinner,” Charlie added, already reaching for his car keys. “You want the usual?”

“Yeah,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out the door. Y/N climbed the stairs slowly, gripping the banister for support. When she reached her bedroom, she was relieved to see it had been tidied to the best of Charlie’s ability. The furniture was back in place, and the scattered books and objects had been piled neatly against the walls.

She sank onto her bed, letting out a long breath as she laid back against the pillows. For a moment, she let her eyes close, hoping the rest would quiet the faint ache still pulsing in her temples.

And that’s when she heard it.

A whisper.

At first, she thought it was her imagination, a remnant of her nightmare or a side effect of the medication. But the sound persisted, faint but distinct. It was a language she didn’t understand, the words smooth and rhythmic, like a chant.

Y/N opened her eyes, sitting up slowly as her heart began to race.

“Hello?” she called out hesitantly, her voice shaky.

No response.

The whispers faded, only to return seconds later, more insistent this time. She clutched her head, wondering if it was just another trick of her mind. But the sound wasn’t coming from inside her head, it was coming from somewhere in the room.

Pushing herself off the bed, Y/N scanned the space, her eyes darting from corner to corner. The whispers grew louder, almost guiding her movements as she checked under her bed, behind the desk.

Finally, her attention landed on her wardrobe. The large piece of furniture stood against the far wall. Kneeling down, Y/N hesitated before reaching underneath it, her fingers brushing against something cool and metallic.

She pulled it out carefully, holding it up to the light.

It was a necklace, unlike anything she had ever seen before. The chain was thin but sturdy, crafted from what looked like tarnished silver. At the center hung a pendant with an intricate design, its edges adorned with tiny, delicate engravings that looked almost like runes. The centerpiece was a purple stone, an amethyst, that glinted softly in the light.

Y/N stared at it, her breath catching in her throat. It didn’t look like Bella’s birthday gift; this was much older, almost ancient. Her fingertips brushed the amethyst, and for a brief moment, a strange warmth spread through her chest. The whispers stopped, leaving a deafening silence in their wake.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring at the necklace, but the sound of the front door opening jolted her back to reality.

“Y/N?” Bella’s voice called from downstairs.

Panicking, Y/N stuffed the necklace into the pocket of her hoodie and quickly climbed back onto her bed, pulling the covers over herself just as Bella knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Y/N said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Bella peeked her head in, her brow furrowing. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Y/N lied, her fingers brushing against the hidden necklace in her pocket.

“Charlie’s got dinner downstairs,” Bella said, stepping further into the room. “You want me to bring you a plate?”

“No, I’ll come down,” Y/N said quickly. “I just need a minute.”

Bella nodded, though she still looked concerned. “Okay. But don’t push yourself, okay? You’ve been through a lot.”

Y/N managed a small smile as Bella left the room. Once she was alone again, she pulled the necklace out of her pocket, staring at it with a mix of curiosity and unease.

Where had it come from? And why did she felt like it belonged to her?

Book II - Chapter 2 >>>

Tag list: @inky-bonnie

[cece693]

Hi there! Could you write something about jasper and a hippie partner? Reader was transformed in the late 60s, early 70s and is free spirited and playful, maybe always making fun and joking around about him being an old military, calling him "major" in a teasing tone and rolling eyes when Jasper acts too proper (my headcanon is that Jasper was a traitor of the south, he was a confederate major and all but the reason why he is so proud of it is because he was actually helping the north. It's the only way that backstory makes sense for the the freaking empath of the family) . Or openly talking about how he went to festivals like Woodstock and had fun in every way possible, dancing in the rain, having sex and doing drugs to Carlisle and Esme's ( and Edward's) not so slight horror

Flower Child and The Major

pairing: jasper whitlock x male reader tags: comedic elements, Emmett is a bro, Edward needs to let loose, do you feel how much I love this request, Esme is supportive because she's a goat, carlisle not so much

You stretched leisurely, lounging across the couch with your feet carelessly kicked over the armrest, humming "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane. Your vibrant floral-patterned shirt hung open, revealing a swirl of beads and necklaces glittering against your chest. "Hey, did I ever tell you guys about that one time at Woodstock?" you began casually, eyes sparkling with mischief as Edward visibly tensed from his seat at the piano.

Edward groaned deeply, dropping his head into his hands. "Repeatedly. Honestly, Y/N, I could live without knowing exactly how many illegal substances you consumed—or people you were involved with."

"Oh, lighten up, Eddie," Emmett chuckled from the armchair, tossing a throw pillow at Edward’s head. "I love these stories. It’s like history class—but actually interesting."

Carlisle, standing gracefully near the fireplace, cast Emmett a mildly disapproving look. "Perhaps some of Y/N’s tales could remain private?"

Esme merely chuckled softly from beside him, fondly shaking her head. "I’ve long given up on censoring him. He’s a free spirit."

"See? Mama Bear gets it," you said smugly, blowing Esme an exaggerated kiss, making her laugh quietly into her palm.

Edward huffed irritably, shooting Emmett a glare. "Do you always have to encourage him?"

"Of course!" Emmett grinned, folding his arms behind his head, utterly unrepentant. "If he stops telling stories, how will I find out if Hendrix was really as talented off-stage?"

Edward gagged theatrically. "Please. Spare me."

On cue, Jasper entered the room, immediately sensing the whirlpool of chaotic emotions and visibly hesitating at the threshold. His golden eyes settled on you, a perfect blend of affection and well-practiced irritation.

"Ah! Major Whitlock!" you declared dramatically, springing upright and giving him a mock salute. "Reporting for duty, sir! Awaiting today's lesson in etiquette and how to properly starch one's uniform!"

Jasper exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Must you always?"

"Always," you confirmed brightly, crossing the room with exaggerated, swaying steps before halting directly before him. You looped your fingers casually through his belt loops, tugging him closer. "Come on, Major, you know you secretly love when I tease you."

A faint smile tugged at Jasper’s lips, betraying him completely. "I wouldn't exactly call it love."

Edward sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. "He would. Trust me."

You smirked victoriously at Edward before turning your attention back to Jasper, leaning in conspiratorially. "Besides, we all know your big secret now."

Jasper’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, a slight smirk on his lips. "Which one is that, darlin'?"

"Oh, please," Emmett scoffed loudly. "Like there's more than one secret worth talking about?"

"You know," you drawled teasingly, "the one where our fearsome Confederate major was actually a double-agent working for the North. It explains a lot, actually—no way someone as emotionally sensitive as you could stomach working for those Southern losers."

Jasper’s expression softened despite his attempts at maintaining a stern façade. "It was purely strategic."

"Sure, Major Softie," you teased, sliding your arms around his neck and gently playing with his blonde curls. "I bet you were the cutest little spy."

"Hardly ‘cute,’" Jasper argued mildly, but his hands automatically settled possessively on your hips, clearly betraying his words.

Edward rubbed his temples, groaning. "Must you two flirt so openly? It’s exhausting."

"Almost as exhausting as Y/N’s Woodstock saga," Carlisle mused with a slight twitch of his lips.

You laughed aloud, squeezing Jasper gently. "I still haven’t finished that story, actually—did you guys know I had exactly twenty-seven different partners at Woodstock? And that’s just counting the ones I clearly remember. Those orgies got a little heated, especially when Hendrix—"

"Y/N!" Edward practically shrieked, covering his ears. "Have mercy!"

Emmett, meanwhile, erupted into hysterical laughter, banging his fist against the armchair. "Holy shit! I was joking about Hendrix—but now I’m invested. Spill!"

Carlisle pressed two fingers delicately to his temple, taking a deep breath. "Y/N, while your openness is admirable—"

Esme patted his arm gently, trying not to laugh. "I'm not sure admirable is quite the right word, dear."

"Perhaps certain details could be left to the imagination?" Carlisle finished, ever diplomatic.

You pouted playfully, leaning dramatically against Jasper. "See what I have to deal with, Major? They don’t appreciate my historical accuracy."

Jasper chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead with resigned affection. "Truly tragic, darlin'. How will the family survive without vivid recollections of your youthful escapades?"

"Thank you," Edward groaned sarcastically. "At least one person understands."

You tilted your head up at Jasper mischievously, eyes glinting. "So, Major, wanna go frolic barefoot under the stars and scandalize these repressed individuals some more?"

Jasper shook his head slowly, but the smile he gave you was undeniably warm. "I'm fairly certain you've scandalized them enough already."

"Impossible," Emmett scoffed, now lounging upside-down in his chair. "I'm practically scandal-proof."

"Challenge accepted," you laughed, tugging Jasper gently toward the door. "Later, folks!"

Edward sighed deeply, mumbling into his palms. "Finally, some peace."

Emmett snorted, throwing a cushion at Edward again. "Dude, peace left the room the second Y/N walked in."

You smiled wickedly, guiding Jasper outside into the cool night air. Once the door shut behind you, Jasper visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening. "You truly live to torment Edward, don't you?" he asked softly, amusement in his voice.

"Edward makes it too easy," you shrugged playfully, pulling Jasper close beneath the starry sky. "Besides, admit it, Major—you love my wild stories."

Jasper hummed quietly, gently pressing your foreheads together. "They are somewhat charming, despite my better judgment."

You grinned triumphantly, tugging him toward the tree line. "Come on, soldier-boy. Let's scandalize the forest wildlife. I'll tell you all about Janis Joplin and the marshmallow incident."

Jasper let out a rare, genuine laugh, fingers intertwining gently with yours as he let you lead him deeper into the woods. "You’re impossible," he murmured fondly.

"Maybe," you conceded cheerfully, squeezing his hand. "But I'm your impossible hippie, Major."

"That," Jasper agreed quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "is something I will never deny."

[spoonsandtunes]

To dream is to bleed

Parings: Jasper Hale x Human! Reader

A/N: Hey so i actually hate this! but I have started reading Dracula, and have been heavily influenced with this new stalker type vampire. so you will just have to settle for this while i try to rack my brain and see if i can make a part two of The Ache of Almost!

Warnings: Yandere vibes, lots of gore, graphic gore, stalking, fear, all that stuff

Word count: 4.8K

The thump in your ear never died down, not for a second as you sat still as a statue on your white bed spread. At least, it was white a moment ago; but you supposed somehow within the flurry of things, you must not have noticed the crimson red colour seep out from unknown wounds and stain the cotton of your sheets.

The blood was thicker than you had ever seen, and it rolled down your legs in large droplets, pooling by your feet on the hard laminate floor. Your eyes rolled back in your head slowly, as you felt a dull ache erupt through your body, everything around you was foggy and unclear. Your head and body felt heavy, as if you were in a drugged state, and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was a dream. No- not a dream, but a nightmare. Though this felt too real, too vivid, to be just a nightmare that typically came after watching a horror movie. 

Where had you been before this? Your mind was too clouded to recall. Where were you now? Same answer applied. Why couldn't you get up? You didn't want too. 

Your head lulled side to side, like a slow moving pendulum, and you groaned in pain softly as you felt more blood emit from your body and soak your previously periwinkle coloured night gown. Your throat itched from how dry it was, and no matter how warm the blood felt staining your feet, the room was cold and you could see your breath in the air. 

Forcing your head to look down at your lap, you noticed that the blood that had seeped down onto the sheet at the edge of your bed came from the large gash that presented itself on your right side. You blinked, and something in you said you should feel scared, but no matter how hard you tried you were just too tired. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The thumping that was once only in your ear, started to seem to come from around you more then in you. You dragged your eyes up off the bloody mess in your lap, and from your immense dehydration it felt as if your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets at any moment. 

You were in your room, that much was true, but something about it was off. Maybe it was because of how cold it was, or because it seemed to have switched it self around - your bookshelf now on the far left side instead of the right, and your mirror that once was bolted to the back of your door was flat against the ceiling right at the entrance of your bedroom- or maybe it was the ominously dark corner diagonal from you, darker then any other corner in the room. 

The darkness seemed to morph and swirl within the cold air, and your dry throat allowed a breathy gasp to escape past your lips as the darkness shapeshifted into what seemed like a tall man. You barely had time to blink again, before the man was in front of you, one hand clasped over your bloody wound and the other up your night dress and gripping your bare thigh with an iron grip you were sure was going to bruise. 

His touchy was icy, and you didn't understand if it was because of the already odd temperature of the room or if his pale complexion had something to do with his evilly cold hands. The man hid his face within your hair, his nose brushing against your cheek, and even if you wanted to run or push away, you just couldn't. Too tired, too weak, too unbothered to even think of fighting. 

His fingers danced across the bloody wound, and even though you couldn't see his face- for he purposely hid it from your view- you knew a cat like grin grew on his lips as you let out a sob of pain when, slowly, he inserted one finger deep within the gash. The temperature  seemed to have dropped so much that your tears fell but froze into icicles  half way down your cheek, and your body shivered violently against the crouching stranger. "Sh sh sh," The strange man sung out, and something in your throat caught at the familiar southern accent that filled the eerie silent room. You were going to speak- scream, but in a flash the cold of the room was replaced by an eruption of heat so hot you though you had just entered the pits of hell. 

The feeling of two large stinging needles digging into the nape of your neck, like a kiss gone utterly wrong, made a heat of fire spread from the tips of your toes to your head. Fogging your brain even more then it already had been previously. Your eyelids drooped closed, as the heat consumed you, and your bloody body went limp within the strangers arms, inviting the horrific kiss in. 

"Wake up." A distance voice called out, and it took all your strength to try to keep your head up. Again the angry voice repeated itself, this time closer, but you knew the stranger holding you was not the one talking "Wake up miss Y/L/N. Wake up." 

By the third call, it was as if your head had been pulled out of an icy river and you gasped as your brain adjusted to the new surroundings that presented themselves.

Mr. Banner, your old and grumpy biology teacher stood in front of your desk, tapping his foot loudly on the plastic linoleum flooring. The bright florescent lighting within the biology room surrounded him as if he had an aura of an angel, but you knew that was far from the truth. Your eyes just needed a moment to adjust. 

"Am I boring you with my lecture, miss Y/N?" Your teacher sneered, and now as the class snickered did it set in that you really were dreaming before. As odd as the dream was, you knew all the eyes on you in your cramped biology classroom were reality and it was not whatever hell you had just escaped. You swallowed, your throat was still dry. 

You cleared your throat and sat up, "No, I-" Your voice strained and cracked a bit from the dryness and you instantly grabbed your water bottle from your table and opened it "I'm sorry," You said quickly before taking a long gulp of your water. 

Mr. Banner only grumbled as he moved back to the front of classroom and continued on his lecture of mitosis within plankton. 

You swallowed and sighed, looking down at your paper that sat in front of you. Your stomach churned and knotted in ways that you had never felt, that dream- if it even was one; for it felt too real to shake off- made you sick to your stomach. You wondered if you should excuse your self to throw up, but you doubted Mr. Banner would even let you go. 

Your right hand moved down off the desk and ghosted the area were your dream gash was, and your heart hammered so hard in your chest you imagined it hopping out from your throat and rolling around on the floor; Staining the white linoleum the same crimson red that you wondered if your bed at home looked like- thumping erratically in front of all your classmates. 

Pressing your hand into your side you couldn't help but sigh, feeling no bleeding wound or strange deformed scar. But your heart race didn't decrease, not when you looked up and swept your eyes around your classmates. 

Most had forgotten you within seconds after Mr. Banner stopped his scolding, all except two who sat on the opposite side of the room as you.

Alice Cullen watched you with wide wild eyes, her brows were knitted together so hard you wondered if they were stuck like that. All traces of her whimsical fairy bubblyness was gone, and instead a mixture of pity and fear were etched in her oddly coloured eyes. 

Jasper Hale sat one seat behind her, and he watched your every move. His face was as hard as stone, as it usually was, and his eyes mirrored the same frenzied look Alice's had. 

'What an odd pair' was all you could think as you forced yourself to cut off your eye contact with them and look back up to the front. But as you tried to take notes, your mind was plagued with replaying the awful scene that had consumed you before you were awaken in biology. 

Particularly, you couldn't get over how the strange man sounded just like the boy who had not taken his eyes off of you for the past 10 minutes. Not even when you would look over and hold eye contact with him, hoping it would give him the hint to at least pretend he wasn't staring-like his sister. 

But he seemed to be inept to social cues, and so you decided to try to shake away the feeling of his eyes and focus solely on the lecture. No more thinking of dreams. Your focus on the large white board up ahead seemed to help, and finally as the last bell for the day rang you seemed to be completely back in sorts. All traces of fear that you had when you woke up were gone, and you cold barely remember the feeling of your thumping heart. Though, the sight of Alice grabbing Jaspers arm and hissing at him made you frown. They threw you one last glance then Alice practically dragged a ridged pained Jasper out of the classroom.

Unfortunately, the fear struck back up in your heart when you were at home. 

You had walked up your old squeaky stairs to your room, finding the door shut- which was already strange considering you never close your bedroom door. And upon entering, you held back a shiver that crawled up your bony spine. You left your window open last night, which wasn't as weird as the closed door - you loved sleeping with the breeze surrounding you- but the iciness of the floor and dark room brought you right back to your previous dream. 

That night, you dreamed the same way you had done in class. This time, you lay flat on your back, pinned down on the bed by a heavy weight you couldn't make out in the dark. It was just as cold as you remembered it, and you shivered against the anchor. You were covered in blood once again, only this time the gash was not on your right side but across your neck. You felt the blood gush and spew as you tried to scream and gasp for air. You hands shot up to grab at your neck in desperation, but whatever held you down was stronger. A cold icy hand, you were sure belonging to the man from before, forced your hands by your side. 

As much as you tried to convince yourself this was not real, the fear that ate at your heart felt too frantic and too loud to ignore. The man, you assumed, dragged his hand up off your wrists and up towards your neck. He caressed your sides, and curves and murmured in a deep dark language you couldn't understand. The words were soft, and a wave of calmness washed over you as his hands faltered on your breast, almost as if they were praises slipping past his lips. As much as you tried to struggle with the new emotions that clouded your judgement, you found your self arching your back to welcome his touches. A dark twisted laugh slipped past his lips, and his hand worked up towards your slit throat.  

In an instant, the fire you knew all too well from the last night, engulfed your body and a scream- more of a gurgled struggle- crept up your torn up throat. One of the mans large icy hands clamped down on your mouth, and through the dark, he drew his face closer to yours. 

You could see nothing but two dark amber eyes, wide and frenzied looking, and the sight made your heart leap and tears tumble down your cheeks. The eyes didn't look away from yours- not even for a moment-as the heat you felt grew to scolding temperatures, as once again, the man inserted one long bony finger deep in the slit of your throat. 

If you hadn't been dreaming, you were sure you would have passed out by now, but instead you sat tied down to your bedspread as the man twisted and turned his slender fingers inside your bloody wound. You could feel his finger nails scratch the back of your throat as he punctured any intact film of skin that hadn't already been slashed. You convulsed, and your eyes rolled far back in your head, the pain unbearable. Only chocked gurgles could be heard, the sounds were that of an animal and you really doubted they came from you- but who else would be making them? 

The eyes sparkled, and hovered closer to your face, seeming to inspect your face and tears and hair. And even though you could not see any other feature of his, you heard his voice clearly when he spoke: "You are so beautiful. More beautiful then any creature I have ever seen in my centuries of living," His voice was husky and dark and the southern accent could not have been mistaken for anything else. "Oh, I think I'll really enjoy this." He said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. 

The eyes disappeared and again you felt two long needles sink deep within the nook of your shoulder, making your body completely paralyzed, at the strangers mercy as he twisted his fingers deep within your wound. 

Your own scream woke you up, and you tied too press your face hard into your pillow. Except it wasn't there, and you breathed heavy as you looked around. You were on the floor of your room, the sheets of your bed had been torn off with you when you fell from it in the middle of the night. 

Your hands instantly grabbed at your throat, and a flood of relief came over you at the feeling of your perfectly unwounded skin. 

What was going on? You were never prone to nightmares or night terrors before, and nothing in your life had changed recently to indicate triggering a flood of them. Especially not as gruesome and realistic as the ones you were having now. 

You had hoped that school was going to keep your mind at ease from your night terrors, but the REM sleep you were having made dark eye bags appear and every class made you want to pass out- of course the fear coursing through your veins at the thought of sleep kept that from happening. 

Biology was just as strange as it had been yesterday, this time Alice kept her gaze on you firm and unwavering. Her features were all turned downwards, and her eyes- which made you shudder involuntary- showed frenzied fear and skepticism. Like she was surprised to see you in class. Did you look that bad today? 

Jasper on the other hand didn't spare you a glance. In fact, he sat back in his seat with his eyes up towards the board. You had never seen him look so relaxed in your life, his normal pained expression was gone and instead was replaced by something you couldn't put your finger on. The only way you could describe it was as if a new flame had been ignited in him. He seemed more smug, more cocky, more...southern, then you had ever seen him before. 

Lunch had come faster then it did the other day, which you were grateful for, deciding that you were going to eat lunch in your truck, alone, hoping to clear your mind and understand what was going on with this terrible reoccurring nightmare. 

Just like yesterday, Alice made the same move of pulling Jasper away from class once the bell rang. You noticed though, this time Jasper grinned and chuckled at Alices aggressive tugs on his arm. 

You saw them again in the parking lot, with the rest of their siblings, loitering outside their silver jeep. An unease crept up your spine as you glanced at them, seeing every single one of the Cullen siblings eyes on you. Once again the pity and fear was etched in all their faces- expect Jasper, who watched you with some what of a sinister smile that made you shudder. 

Upon approaching your car, your steps briefly faltered as you spotted a thick black book laying on your trucks hood. Coming closer, you picked it up and saw that the ragged thing with a broken, torn spine, was a battered copy of 'Dracula'. In the book, it had been scribbled with pen, and words and phrases were circled and underlined, chicken scratch written in the margins of every page. 

Frowning you looked around, wondering who left the book. Across the lot, the Cullen's were lost in what seemed like a heated conversation, all except one. Jasper stood, starring daggers at you and the book, with his hands stuffed deep within his jean pockets. 

Catching his eye was like a puzzle piece falling into place, his look told you that he was the one who left the book for you. But why? what could possibly be the reason he left his annotated copy of a vampire horror story for you?

Dragging your eyes away, you climbed in your truck and shut the door, making sure to lock it. Slouching in the drivers seat to make Jasper leave your line of sight, you frowned as you looked down at the leather covered book. Opening it slowly to a page that had a sticky note sticking out from the top, you began to read the words underlined in red ink.

'There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep.'

The frown on your face slowly grew deeper and deeper, and before you knew it it had morphed into an expression of horror when you flipped the chalky page to find a sketch of a young girl in pen on top of the hundreds of small printed words. 

There was no mistaking the girl in the sketch was you. Same body, same bed frame and almost the exact position you were in the night before. With a man, who you could only identify as Jasper, sitting on top of your waist, crouched with his head tilted by your neck, and a small line drew in red glitter ink was scribbled over your nightgown.

 Blood. 

A long phrase at the bottom of the page was circled many times over that whatever pen he used left a dent on the previous page. 

'Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.'

You did not need to be told twice to close the book, throwing it in your passenger seat and starting up your trucks engine. Tears sprang up slowly in your eyes, as you sat up and Jasper and his siblings came back into view. 

Jasper was doubled over laughing, hands on his knees to stabilize himself- His siblings looked furious as they looked towards your truck and back to him, but none of them made any move to scold their brother or come over to soothe you. 

You floored it all the way back to your house, thankful it was empty as you entered practically shaking and sobbing. 

There was no denying it, Jasper was the man who plagued the hellish nightmares you were having. You didn't understand how, or what he really was, but whatever him and his strange family were up to- you knew you wanted no part in it. Quickly, you shut and locked all your windows, and made your way over to your bed, collapsing in it. 

The room which once made you feel at ease, comfortable and safe- was now exactly the opposite. Your nightmares had completely plagued your sleep and waking hours, just as that wretched book had said. Now, even being in the room made you quiver with fear, your eyes leaked tears so heavy they rolled down and collected on the bottom of your chin, dripping and wetting your jeans. You curled up into a ball on your bed, and rested your head between your knees, hoping that whatever waking nightmare you were in now would disappear. 

You guessed you fell asleep, because when you finally looked up your room was dark and you could hear the rain outside. You panicked for a moment, your sleep was too quiet and dreamless compared to the past two nights. So, was what you were experiencing now your dream? 

But it wasn't the same set you were use too. No blood, no dark shadows that morphed into men, no long fingers jabbing their way into unknown wounds. Everything was still, silent, and calm. 

A wave of relief and hope washed over you as you stood up and stretched. Maybe the pass two days had all been one long vivid strange dream, and now you were finally back in reality. No more nightmares that kept you awake, no weird books on your truck hood. Everything was going to be okay. 

Unfortunately, you hoped too soon, because a gust of wind came in and wrapped itself around your body like a bony hug. Your eyes snapped toward your now open window, and then towards your bedroom door, where Jasper stood in all his sinister glory. 

A scream erupted from your throat, but was silenced in a moment as Jasper appeared in front of you and his bony fingers clamped down over your mouth. "Shhh sh sh sh," The all too familiar southern accent sang out, and tears sprang from your eyes as you struggled. Jasper frowned at your flailing  arms and tsked, "No...this wont work," he muttered, as his face came closer to your own. Just like every other dream you had, a feeling of calmness washed over you. It felt wrong, not your own, but no matter how your brain wondered why your body stopped fighting, you couldn't help but welcome it in. 

"That's better," Jasper practically cooed, and his icy grip tightened around your mouth, his other hand holding your waist so hard you though that maybe he was going to break your hip bone. Whatever strange ability he had, you didn't know what it was, but his strength was stronger then any other man you had been held by, and his ability to make you feel calmer when he practically suffocated you made your brain foggy and incoherent. 

"You're such a pretty, pretty thing," He said, and he pressed his nose deep in your cheek. He inhaled deeply. "All these years...I've perfected the routine of any, vegetarian," He pulled back and grinned at your tear soaked skin as if he just cracked a cheesy joke. "I had my control. All of it, in the palm on my hands-A perfect coven, a way to live amongst you- you humans," He ranted out and once against stuck his nose within your hair, dragging it up and down through your scent. The sweet almost sickly smell of sugar and blood filling his head and almost erasing the dark twisted thoughts that churned through his mind. "But, only one whiff of you, and I was gone." He frowned and his grip grew tighter, making you whimper against his hand. No mind trick of emotion could fade away the pain his death grip had on you. He pressed himself closer as if he wanted to merge your two bodies as one. The feeling of your own body against his and your lips on his hand was almost overwhelming for him. "Not only were you beautiful, more beautiful then any human I have seen in centuries...but oh how...good you smell." He shook against you, almost as if he was laughing, but no sound escaped his throat. Not even a hint of murmur came from him, as  he took one step and you were back on your bed, sitting at the edge and gazing up at him. Jasper lulled his head side to side, as if something had possessed his very being.

He avoided looking at you directly in the face, but soon gave up, and let you gaze upon his twisted features and blood red eyes. "I-I hadn't tasted human blood in so long, but I just couldn't help myself. Nothing in my right mind could keep me away- not even Carlisle, which to whom I made very clear when.." He trailed off and grinned ear to ear, his fingers brushed against the spot where your dream gash had been "Well, when I learnt how to manipulate your subconscious." 

Jasper dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands frantically moved down and grasped yours. Everything was happening so fast, your brain and emotions- which were yet to be your own- had no time to catch up, so you sat in a trance of calmness, but your eyes showed immense fear to the horror of a boy in front of you. "You aren't scared of me are you?" He asked earnestly, and looked up at you with crazed eyes. "See-see I planned on just killing you, draining your blood and leaving you for dead in some ditch. I mean- I promised Carlisle It would only be that-" He swallowed and his voice turned strained and husky "Oh but, after seeing how theatrical you were when I ripped you apart, doll- well I just can't leave you now. No..no," He muttered more to himself then to you. 

Jasper stopped for a moment, looking down at his own lap as his hands desperately clung on to yours. "Say, doll," He started slowly, and you could see the wheels turning in his head, as he slowly grew closer to you, rising up on his knees and pushing his face closer to yours. "Y/n," He started as he drew closer and closer to your face, his lips practically brushing yours as he spoke. "Now that I have you I can't just let you go, can I?" He wondered aloud, and whatever new wave of emotion he made tumble towards you, coaxing you, made you slowly shake your head. He moved his face back towards your ear, and he whispered so softly you barely heard him "Y/N, can I keep you?" 

At this point, the shape needles- which you now regarded as two long ivory fangs-pierced their way deep within your skin for a fraction of a second before pulling away to show an ecstatic Jasper and his bloodied mouth. Finally, from all the previous nights of silent screams, did tonight prevail. A blood curdling scream escaped your mouth at its top dial, and Jasper cringed softly. 

He was astonished that he was able to stop feeding so quickly, he thought it would have been more trouble to pull away than it had really been. Alice had seemed to skip over that detail.

Though, that didn't matter any more, non of it mattered. He just needed the venom to do it's job, and then he would take you back to the Cullen house with him. He would help you in the next few days of the immense pain you would feel, but he was prepared for that. 

The past couple nights were fun, making your unconscious  brain squirm and quiver at his touch with hellish scenes played out in front of you- but he new that it wouldn't even come close to how amazing it would be to torture you first hand. In real time. 

You collapsed on your bedroom floor, writhing as you felt the venom course through your veins. Your brain felt as if it was slowly turning to mush, and your vision was black. All you could feel was two icy hands scoop you up, and you had to admit to yourself whilst you screamed for your life, that they felt good compared to the hell fire blazing under your skin. 

"I know I know," You heard Jasper murmur in your ear as a gust of wind whipped your hair around your face. You gasped for air again and again as you felt him maneuver your body around- and every fiber of your being told you he was not taking you to bed, but far far away from your home. He began to scold you, "But what can I say? It's not my fault. You did this to yourself. I am a vampire after all."

[slasherslittlesimp]

Working on a new Twilight Fic (male reader) and am curious as to who the love interest should be. If you want more than one (which I am more than happy to do) please reply who all you would want 😊 you can include whoever you want even if they’re not listed

[luluiswriting]

Life is too quick (drabble)

a/n: wrote this before going to bed, I apologise if it’s messy.

It has all gone quickly. Too quickly for you to notice anything. You cannot move, stuck against the wooden floor of the studio. Your hearing is enhanced in a way that is achingly driving your head mad. Although you hear a continued line, you’re able to hear Bella’s muffled voice as she seems to be agonising beside you. You’re sure you can almost feel Carlisle’s helplessness. If he chooses to take care of you first, Bella would turn into an immortal being just like the rest of the Cullen family. Edward will never forgive him. But you…if he chooses to help Edward, you’ll probably succumb to your wounds, and his heart aches from just thinking about it. He’s standing in front of your two laid bodies, his mind desperately searching for a way in-between, quickly.

With his vampiric speed, he’s next to Bella’s body in no time, taking care of her leg, making sure it stops bleeding while reassuring his telepathic son. ‘You can do it, I know you can.’ He assures him while Rosalie gets some strands of hair out of your face, whispering sweet nothings to your almost unconscious form. Soon, you feel his comforting scent next to you. Rosalie isn’t there anymore, but next to her brother, making sure he won’t kill your friend while Carlisle is trying to make your bleeding stop. But even if it does stop, he’s sure you have internal bleeding, and he wouldn’t be able to get you out of this situation.

“Alice—Alice—” he manages to choke out. The pixie runs up to you. “My bag—quick—” to that, the little vampire doesn’t care if a human sees her in the street and is fast outside, grabbing her father’s bag from the car.

“It’s going to hurt, I’m sorry—” he muttered to you, while spreading alcohol on your small injuries. You winced, biting a small scream. You know you can endure that, comparing to what’s to come next…you can hear it, you can feel it. Next, he’s carefully, although quickly removing small bits of stuck wood into your flesh. Most aren’t small, not at all. And his face saddens at your now awful screams. Your small body tries to get away, and he’s too frightened he’ll hurt you if he does anything about it. “Love—love—I need to remove them so I can disinfect and sew—”

Your cries intensify as you feel yourself leaving your own body from all the pain. It hurts too much, too vividly it makes you feel like you’re dying between the hands of your own lover. When he picks a great amount of wood from your stomach, you can’t take it anymore. In a final, forceful yell of agony, your mind decides to close its eyes…