#dawn and twilight oc

[grapefruit03]

Got a 300 dollar grant to do character designs and background art and we made it to the two main character! I then proceeded to get absolutely wrecked by a girl who did an entire published graphic novel in one semester LMAO

[ladysharmaa]

Wild hearts

Jasper Hale x original character

Summary: When a new girl arrives at Forks, she seems to catch Jasper Hale's attention. However, he and his family are hiding a secret. What they don't know is that Evelyn has a secret of her own

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

Evelyn enjoyed the cold weather. Unlike many people living in Forks, the clouds covering the sun brought a sense of calm, as did the constant sound of rain falling aggressively on the ground. This was what she needed, something constant. After her busy, dangerous and somewhat traumatic life, she finally decided to escape and settle down somewhere. Forks seemed like the ideal place for her.

She managed to rent a small house with the money she had saved over time. The conditions were not the best, the floor creaked, the house was cold and some of the walls were cracked, but that house was hers. The first thing she had all to herself.

She was going to attend Forks High School, which was a 10-minute walk from her house, which was ideal since Evelyn didn't have a car. Although it was essential, she was a little afraid of driving, fearing she would get distracted on the road, so she decided to spend the money she had left on other things, such as warm clothes that she would certainly need in this Forks weather.

So, on the first day of school, Evelyn got up from her warm bed against her will, and hurried to get ready. She left the house and started her walk, taking the opportunity to observe the town and its inhabitants, who were also starting their mornings and heading to work.

Evelyn's body was shivering in the cold temperature and she was sure her lips were turning blue, even with all the layers of clothes she had. It was a big temperature change, since Evelyn had lived in warm places her whole life.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a police car start to slow down next to her. The owner rolled down the window and Eve could tell it was Chief Swan, who had already introduced himself to her when he saw her moving into her new house.

"Morning, Chief." She smiled despite the cold. "Beautiful day, right?"

"Evelyn, you're freezing! Get in, I'll give you a ride to school." the man offered, looking worriedly at the girl who had red cheeks and nose from the cold, and her lips were turning slightly blue.

Evelyn thought about declining the offer, not wanting to give Charlie any trouble, but her body was yearning to warm up. She got into the car, immediately sighing in relief when she realized the heater was on. "Thank you."

"You need to buy some warm clothes. Forks can be even colder than this." Charlie warned, making the rest of the way to school.

Eve frowned slightly, she didn't have much more money for that. And, anyway, the cold could be comforting, reminding her that she had managed to change the already set destiny of her life. "I have to check that out. Do you know of any place where they might be hiring people?"

Charlie glanced at the girl. So young and already worried about money. "I think the dinner I go to is looking for a waitress. I can talk to the owner for you."

"Thank you, Chief Swan. That would be very helpful!" she smiled. Charlie was surprised, even with Evelyn's seemingly difficult life, she always had a smile on her lips.

Arriving at Forks High School, Evelyn got out of the car with a wave to Charlie. Immediately, all the attention of the students was on Evelyn. It wasn't something new for the girl, she was more than used to people going into a kind of trance when they observed her beauty. Not wanting to show her discomfort, she walked to the entrance of the school with a sigh as people made way for her to enter. It was going to be a long day, she thought.

However, she didn't notice the group watching her from their cars. The Cullen family, with the exception of Alice and Jasper, were looking curiously at the new student.

"Looks like you have competition, babe." Emmett chuckled.

"Shut up, Emmett." His wife rolled her eyes, lightly slapping the vampire's arm. "Let's go inside before we're late."

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The classes went relatively well. She sat down in the first row next to Angela, a nice girl, although a little shy. Soon after, the rest of her group of friends rushed to meet her. Evelyn hadn't yet figured out if Jessica, Angela's friend, liked her, but she preferred not to think too much about it. Mike Newton and some other boys also rushed to talk to her, asking her several questions to the point of giving her a headache. Angela noticed how uncomfortable Evelyn was, despite everything, keeping a smile on her face, and looked away from the questioning. Evelyn thanked her with a relieved smile, and spent the rest of the morning glued to the brunette.

Finally, it was time for lunch. Evelyn sat at the table with the group of friends, remaining silent but nodding when she felt it was necessary, since she didn't know exactly what they were talking about. The cafeteria echoed with the sound of students talking excitedly, happy to finally have some time off from boring classes.

But suddenly, a silence fell over the room. Evelyn looked up from her food with a frown, trying to figure out what was happening. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people entering. She glanced at them, but immediately noticed the common features between them: an almost inhuman beauty, pale skin and eyes of exactly the same color.

"Why are they all quiet?" the girl asked confused.

"Those are the Cullens." Jessica immediately informed, looking at them intensely. She had her chin resting on her hand, a sigh escaping her pink lips.

"And?" Evelyn rolled her eyes discreetly, returning her focus to her food. She wasn't going to stare at the Cullens like most people did these days, she knew what it was like to have unwanted attention and she wasn't going to do the same.

"First of all, they're all together, like together together."

"Hmm, I didn't know there was another kind of together." Evelyn hummed. The Cullens, already seated at the table, chuckled slightly at the girl's disinterest in hearing Jessica tell her everything she knew about their lives.

"Who is she?" Jasper found himself asking unconsciously, his gaze locked on the girl who nodded along with everything Jessica said sarcastically. Her dark blonde hair fell in waves down her back, and her blue eyes met his amber ones for a mere second. But that moment was all it took for him to realize who she was.

"I don't believe it." Edward shook his head, having read his brother's thoughts.

"What is it?" Rose asked impatiently.

"She's Jasper's mate." Edward blurted out, ignoring the glare Jasper immediately sent him. "But it's weird, I can't hear her thoughts. It's like a constant static that prevents me from hearing what she's thinking." He continued, clearly frustrated.

"And her blood, focus!" Alice exclaimed with a smile. She grabbed her blonde best friend's arm. "Jasper, her blood! It's not tempting, she just smells good. It's kind of calming."

Now that Alice had spoken, the rest of the vampires tried to focus solely on the girl, ignoring the smell of blood from the other students. They all looked at each other in shock.

"It's true." Jasper muttered in shock. It was impossible not to have a smile form on his lips. "I don't feel the need to drink her blood. And now, I don't even care about the others anymore."

"Awe, this is so cute! I'm so happy! What a shame I didn't see her appear in my visions." Alice frowned, but smiled when Lucas, her boyfriend, put his arm around her shoulders.

"Look at you, brother." Lucas teased Jasper. "In a matter of seconds she already won your heart."

"How is this possible? We have to tell Carlisle." Rosalie said immediately. But deep down, she was relieved that Jasper had finally found his mate. He had been alone for too long. And the fact that her scent didn't affect vampires could mean that her family wouldn't be in danger.

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The rest of the week went well. Everytime Charlie saw her walking to the school, he offered her a ride. And on one of those occasions, he had told her that if she wanted the job, it was hers. So the next day she went to dinner at The Carver Café to find out when she could start. Luckily, the waitress there, Molly, was very helpful and explained everything to Evelyn. Now, she would have to go there some days after school and some weekends too.

The girl also became closer to Angela and even Jessica, who after getting over the brief feeling of envy she felt towards Evelyn, was a pleasant person to talk to.

But the Cullens were acting strange. Evelyn noticed the looks they gave her during the day, despite trying to be discreet. But Evelyn had been trained her whole life to notice the smallest details, and that didn't go unnoticed. Nor did their unusual ways of acting, and Evelyn felt like she knew what they were. However, she didn't want to get involved in other people's secrets, because she was also protecting one. On top of that, she didn't know if she could trust them. Although she felt a strange connection to the blond boy, whose name she remembered was Jasper.

She was closing the her locker, after taking out all the books she needed for her boring English class, when she dropped one. But before she could catch it, a pale hand was already there.

Evelyn looked up, finding Alice Cullen in front of her, as well as Lucas, who stood behind her like a bodyguard.

"Hi, Evie! Can I call you that?" When the dark blonde nodded, the brunette continued. "Great! Oh, I'm Alice and this is my boyfriend Lucas."

"It's nice to meet you both." Evelyn smiled, her cheeks turning slightly pink. A boy, with his group of friends, who was passing by them almost tripped over his own feet when he saw the girl's breathtaking smile.

However, the boys hurried to leave when they saw Lucas's deadly look, as well as Jasper's, who was pretending to go to his locker just a few meters away from Evelyn and his siblings.

"Well, thanks for the help." Evelyn turned her attention back to the conversation they were having, embarrassed that the Cullens had seen that.

"No problem at all! What class are you having now?"

"Hmm, I have English. Actually, I have to get going, you know she doesn't like it when someone arrives late and I don't want to be on the receiving end of her anger." Eve chuckled.

"Wait!" Alice exclaimed. Lucas didn't even try to hide his smirk, already knowing what his hyperactive girlfriend was going to do. "Jasper has that class now too. You guys can go together! Where is he? Oh, there he is!" she said when she saw him right behind them, making a hand signal for him to come closer. She winked at him.

"Oh, no need, don't worry." Evelyn tried to get away from the situation. Quite honestly, she still hadn't figured out why she felt that way about Jasper, who she didn't even know from anywhere. Besides, she didn't want an awkward silence to form while they walked to class.

"Nonsense, you both go to the same class, you can walk together! See you later!"

"Shall we, darling?" Jasper asked as soon as the couple left. Evelyn thought she might faint at the sound of the blond's accent. She looked down, hoping her hair would hide her slightly red face at the nickname.

"Sure, lead the way."

"So, are you enjoying Forks?" the vampire tried to start a conversation. His brain was about to short-circuit, his mate was so close to him. He could feel her emotions, and her vanilla scent was like a drug to him, in the best possible way.

"I've been really enjoying it actually. I'm living with Chief Swan, and he's been really nice to me. And contrary to what most people might believe, I do enjoy this weather."

"A nice change around here I see. Most people are hoping for a sunny day." Jasper said, a little disappointed that they were getting to class. He wanted more time to talk to her.

"Have you and your family been here long?" she asked after thanking him when Jasper opened the door for her and let her in first. Thankfully, the teacher wasn't there yet.

"We moved in about a year ago. My dad's a doctor at the hospital."

"Your dad seems to be a great person." Evelyn looked around, seeing Angela sitting alone at the table, staring in shock at Evelyn and Jasper. "My friend is over there, I'll sit with her if you don't mind."

"Of course." he nodded.

"Thank you for walking with me. It was nice meeting you." she smiled, receiving one back.

As soon as she sat down next to Angela, she was bombarded with questions. She looked at the boy one last time, surprised when she realized that he had never stopped looking at her.

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Brooding Edward (Edward Cullen x M! Vampire Reader)

I got a comment some time ago asking for more Edward Cullen fics, so I came to deliver :) Hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: You don't know when your dislike of Edward turned into adoration, but you did know that you didn't like how close he was getting with the human, Isabella Swan.

tags: scheming Edward, jealous reader, hater to lover, making out, Bella used as a pawn in Edward's plan, mentions of Bella x Edward

Forks was a dreary town, always dripping with rain and cloaked in mist, a far cry from the places I’d roamed over the centuries. I’d arrived here on a whim, seeking nothing more than a quiet place to blend in, disappear among the mundane, and watch as the world turned on without me. But I wasn’t completely alone here. There were others of my kind, tucked away in the dense forests.

The first time I laid eyes on Edward Cullen, I knew immediately what he was—beautiful, yes, but also cold and distant, a façade of perfection wrapped around a soul that seemed perpetually weighed down. We didn’t speak much at first, just acknowledged each other as predators passing in the same territory.

But the more I saw him, the more I realized how irritatingly complex he was.

He wasn’t like the others—his siblings, his parents—who seemed content with the life they had carved out here, blending in with humans, attending school like everything was perfectly normal. Edward. had this air of constant torment, like he was wrestling with demons none of us could see. It grated on me. The self-imposed suffering. The way he would sit in class, staring out the window like the weight of existence itself was crushing him.

I couldn’t stand it.

“Edward’s always been like that.” Alice once told me when I asked why her brother seemed more brooding than the rest of them. She smiled, almost fondly, as if his moodiness was something endearing, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“You mean miserable?”

“He’s complicated.” she explained, and for some reason, that word irritated me even more.

Complicated. Right.

The more I was around him, the more I was drawn to observe his every movement, his every interaction. And it only made my disdain grow. Edward had this way of pulling people in without even trying—his impossibly good looks, the air of mystery that seemed to cling to him like fog, his quiet intelligence. Everyone wanted to know him, to understand him. But he kept everyone at arm’s length.

He was a contradiction—mysterious yet aloof, compassionate yet disconnected. And I couldn’t stop watching him.

It became a sick habit of mine, this strange fascination, though I told myself it was just that. I would catch glimpses of him in the halls at school, his expression always distant, as if he were somewhere else entirely. He rarely laughed or even smiled—everything seemed so goddamn serious to him. His siblings would joke around, ease into their lives here, but Edward? He remained on the outskirts, as though he couldn’t let himself relax, couldn’t let go of whatever it was that tormented him.

There was something maddening about it.

It wasn’t until Isabella Swan came into the picture that everything shifted.

She was new, fragile, and completely unaware of the supernatural undercurrent running through Forks. But Edward saw her. And it wasn’t just passing interest. I noticed it from the beginning—the way his gaze would linger on her in class, how his jaw would tense when she got too close to any of the other students, or how he disappeared for days after their first encounter, struggling to keep himself in check.

I remember the first time I heard them talking, watching from a distance, seated in the cafeteria among the other Cullens. Edward’s voice was soft but strained, his gaze locked on hers like she was the most precious thing in the world. The intensity in his eyes, the way his entire being seemed to revolve around this human—it was unsettling.

"She’s different." he told me once when I couldn’t stop myself from asking why he was so fascinated with her.

"Different?" I echoed, unable to keep the disbelief out of my voice. "She’s human, Edward. She’ll die in a blink of an eye. What happens then?" He said nothing, just stared off into the distance, as if the very idea caused him more pain than I could understand.

It was then that the slow burn of jealousy began to fester inside me, though I couldn’t name it at first. The fact that Edward, who seemed indifferent to everything, had suddenly fixated on this girl—this fragile, breakable human—made something inside me twist. I was used to seeing him as distant, untouchable, yet here he was letting his guard down for someone like her.

I wanted Edward’s gaze on me. His intensity. His focus. The realization hit me harder than I expected, and it wasn’t long before that jealousy bubbled over into anger.

One night, the tension reached a boiling point. Edward had just returned from dropping Bella off, his face drawn, like always, but with something else in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore. Satisfaction. The kind of satisfaction that came from spending time with her. The kind of satisfaction I wanted him to feel when he was with me.

“Isabella this, Isabella that.” I sneered, my voice cutting through the stillness of the forest. Edward stopped in his tracks, his expression hardening as he turned to face me.

“What’s your problem?” His tone was cold, guarded.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, my chest tight with the jealousy and frustration I’d been holding in for too long. “My problem is that you’re throwing everything away for her. And for what? She’s nothing special, Edward.”

His jaw clenched, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “You don’t know her. You don’t understand.”

“Understand?” I laughed bitterly. “What’s there to understand? She’s human. You’re a vampire. End of story.”

“It’s not that simple,” Edward hissed, stepping closer, his presence looming. “It’s never been that simple.”

I stared him down, anger boiling over into something sharper. “You think I don’t see what’s happening here? You’re losing yourself in her. You’re forgetting who you are, what you are. She’s going to be your downfall.”

He glared at me, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. His hand shot out, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me roughly against him. “You’re wrong.”

Before I could snap back, Edward’s lips collided with mine like a strike of lightning, fierce and demanding, with none of the hesitation I’d come to expect from him. The initial shock froze me for only a second, but then the fire that had been building inside me for so long erupted, and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer, forcing the kiss deeper.

His body pressed hard against mine, the coldness of his skin a sharp contrast to the heat pulsing through me. This wasn’t like anything I’d imagined—there was no softness, no careful exploration—just raw, primal need. His lips left mine briefly, trailing down the line of my jaw, his breath cool against my skin as he whispered, “You think I’m hers?” His voice was low and dangerous. “I was never hers.”

I gripped his shoulders, shoving him back slightly, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He smirked, that infuriating, knowing smirk that sent another wave of frustration and heat crashing through me. His eyes darkened, the gold-flecked with something more primal, more dangerous. “My relationship with Bella means nothing to me.”

I tried to shove him away again, but he held firm, his grip on me unyielding, his body pressing me back against the rough bark of the tree. “Bullshit,” I growled, but the anger in my voice was already fading, replaced by something I didn’t want to admit. “You’ve been obsessed with her—”

“Lies.” he interrupted, his lips hovering over mine, so close I could kiss him again if I leaned forward. “I needed her to push you, to make you feel what you’ve been ignoring for months.”

My mind reeled. “You’re saying this was all some kind of game?”

His smirk widened, but it wasn’t cruel—it was victorious. “Not a game. A plan.” His fingers trailed lightly over my collarbone, sending sparks through me, and I hated how easily he could get under my skin, how quickly he could break down the walls I’d built. “I’ve been waiting for you to realize it, to stop fighting me.”

“Fighting you? You never said a damn thing.”

“I didn’t need to. I knew you’d come to me eventually.”

The kiss that followed was harder, more desperate, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer, the fire that had been smoldering between us now raging out of control. His hands roamed over my body, each touch stoking the flames higher. I couldn’t think, his presence overwhelming every sense, every thought.

“I'm yours,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and possessive. His hands slid under my shirt, cold fingers tracing over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Not hers.”

The words hit me like a punch, and I grabbed his face, pulling him back just enough to meet his gaze. “Say it again.”

His eyes bored into mine, that same victorious glint dancing in their depths. “I’m not hers. I’m yours.”

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Heat of The Shadows - Part 1

Paul Lahote x Culle OC

Smut Warning 18+

Paul imprinted on the only daughter of two of the most protective vampires in existence—Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen. She's eighteen, a witch, and their relationship is a secret. But nothing burns hotter than forbidden desire, and neither of them is very good at restraint.

The woods around Forks were quiet this time of night, only the occasional rustle of a squirrel or owl wing disturbed the peace.

But inside her, everything screamed.

Her back hit the tree with a dull thud, bark biting into the soft cotton of her hoodie, but all she could focus on was him—Paul Lahote—his body flush against hers, hot, solid, demanding.

“You took your damn time,” he muttered, breath warm against her neck as he nosed aside her hood, lips brushing the sensitive skin below her jaw. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Yes,” she gasped as his hands slid under her hoodie. “That’s why I do it.”

Paul growled, low and rough, and yanked the sweatshirt up over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the mossy ground. Her bare arms met the night air, but she didn’t feel cold. Not with him.

Never with him.

“You think you can tease me, show up smelling like fucking rose and jasmine,” he bit out, dragging his teeth down her neck, “and I’m just supposed to be patient?”

She whimpered as his mouth closed over a pulse point, suckling hard enough to leave a mark, one she’d have to glamour away later. “Paul…”

“Say it again.”

“Paul,” she breathed, gripping his hair, tugging it harder than she needed to. “Take it off. Now.”

His shirt hit the ground a second later. Her hands roamed the heat of his chest, the ripple of his abs, the deep groove of muscle that led below his waistband. He was all golden skin and searing heat, too hot, always, and she couldn’t get close enough.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his voice fraying with restraint even as his hands unbuttoned her jeans. “And I will.”

She cupped his face, eyes burning silver in the moonlight. “Don’t even think about stopping.”

The sound he made was half-growl, half-moan. Her jeans dropped to her ankles, and Paul barely gave her time to step out of them before hoisting her up. Her back hit the tree again, his hand sliding under her thighs to hold her in place.

Then—finally—he pressed into her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, and they both gasped.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her collarbone. “Every time, you’re still so—shit—tight. You kill me.”

She clenched around him deliberately, earning another delicious growl.

“And you like it,” she whispered, biting his earlobe.

His hips rolled forward, slow but deep, and she saw stars. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he gave her no time to adjust, setting a rhythm that had her panting and gasping into the night air.

The tree creaked behind them, bark scraping her shoulder blades, but all she could do was feel—his body, the friction, the delicious stretch, and the pressure building low in her stomach.

Paul’s hand moved between them, finding that bundle of nerves, and she nearly screamed.

“Shh,” he said, nipping her bottom lip. “You wanna alert your vampire parents, babe?”

She didn’t care. Not when pleasure was ripping through her like wildfire.

“God, I’m close,” she panted, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Good,” he gritted out. “Come with me.”

His thrusts turned brutal, precise. Her vision blurred. Her spine arched.

She shattered with a cry muffled against his shoulder, body tightening around him, and that was all it took, Paul groaned, hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her, holding her close as they rode out the high together.

For a long moment, they just breathed.

The forest was silent again.

She traced his spine lazily, pressing a kiss to his neck. “That’s one way to say hi.”

Paul didn’t release her right away. He liked to hold her after. Keep her pressed against his chest like he couldn’t bear to let go.

Because he couldn’t.

“You know I can’t keep doing this forever,” he finally muttered, voice thick with emotion. “Sneaking around. Waiting for someone to smell me on you.”

She sighed against him. “I know.”

“Then tell them. Tell them I’m yours.”

“They won’t take it well.”

“I don’t care,” Paul said fiercely. “I’d burn the treaty. I’d go to war. You’re mine. Everyone should know.”

She looked up, eyes glowing like moonlight. “Soon.”

He studied her, jaw tight. “Promise me.”

She kissed him again, slow and deep, and when she pulled back, she whispered:

“I promise.”

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Edward Cullen Imagine (XF!READER)

PART TWO

Warnings- smut, p in v, cunnilingus, faint jealousy (Jacob), passionate (lovey) sex

P.S I’ve actually never made smut where the characters actually loved each other😭 it’s mostly just desire. So this is actually kinda well written , just a foreword to the poetic shit she says.

Read PART ONE here ;)

I didn’t understand what he meant when he said that. I didn’t understand, until his cold fingers snakes down the bones of my hips, and he covered me with his strong body, like the crevices in my pelvic bone were made solely for his hands.

“You,” Edward strained, his voice gravely, unlike the normal smooth charisma he embodied. As he spoke in my ear, he pushed my shorts down with his thumbs, the cheeky underwear I had picked out this morning on a whim now on full display to him.

When Edward let his fingers graze the shape of my ass, his hand wavered on my skin, like every movement was delicate- and yet something he couldn’t contain. “You are making me lose myself. The way you sound, look, smell,” Edward inhaled sharply, grinding his hard cock across the sheer fabric of my underwear. The feeling sent shivers and tingles down the nerves of my stomach.

I wanted more. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I wanted this. His voice was amplifying my desire for him, each rough syllable a new jolt of electricity through my body.

Edward groaned as my panties rose up, his dick deeper in the planes of my ass. I could practically feel the veins of his body sliding on the skin of my ass cheeks.

He finished his sentence in a husky tone, each word getting harder for him to speak. “You make me want to do horrible things, Calypso. I want to be selfish with you. To you.” The lowness of his voice, if I didn’t know him as my boyfriend, would be straight up deadly- and terrifying.

My heart melted at the thought of Edward getting what he wanted, a strange mixture of lustful hormones and admiration for the words. Everything Edward has always been was good, and gentleman-like, and selfless.

So, yeah. I want him to be selfish. I want him to have what he wants, just for this evening.

I arched my back, pressing my entire ass against his erection. “I need you to be selfish, Edward. I want to see you lose control.”

Edward stopped moving for a second, breathing heavily over my body. I could feel his cock twitching on my underwear, and I bucked my hips backwards, urging him to keep going. He stopped my movement with a rough push on my hips, bringing my entire body to the cushion.

“Callie, Callie. I will never lose control.” he felt my body up, each grope electrifying my senses. “I desire ruining you. My body begs to. The amount of times I fantasized of killing you when I met you…You drive me insane, beautiful.” He paused, and I could almost feel a smile on his face. “But I’m not a dog. I wouldn’t eat you alive the first chance I get, for my own filthy benefit.” Edward bit his lip, tilting his head in a dangerously playful motion. “Unless, of course, you would prefer that. Canines?”

Realization dawned on me. Jacob. He was mocking me about Jacob. Where was this coming from?

“Edward, I don’t care about him. I want you.”

Edward draped his head by mine, the graceful stands of his hair falling on my cheek. “I don’t know why you enjoy that so much, Calypso. The thought of being weak. Under Jacob’s ruthless control.”

The words were true, but still irritating. I could only assume this fire of emotion was coming from his episode of lust, but my body was getting too many mixed emotions to understand how to feel about it.

Edward thumbed my panties now, sliding the strings down in a slow, taunting manner. “I know that animal would love to see you like that. Begging.” He snarled quietly at that, and took a quick breath as my underwear slid off my ass. “To see you asking him, pleading him to take control from you.”

I whimpered, a strange thrill coming from the anger in his voice. He was jealous- because he wanted me.

Maybe I’m sick for that having fueled my desire more.

But then again, maybe I’m sick for loving a vampire.

He kissed my shoulder blade, a soft contrast to the hardness of his words. “I’ve thought about tasting you for a long time.”

My blood.

A strange, unusual spike of fear entered my heart.

This was Edward. But he’s different now- fueled by emotions, unpredictable.

Is he gonna hurt me?

Edward kissed the small of my back, dragging his hands to my waist.

“I’ve thought about tasting you, Calypso. I just never said how.”

Edward grabbed my side, rolling me to be on my back. I stared at his eyes, animalistic and wild, blending in with the dark of the forest behind him.

“Spread your legs, my dove.”

My heart was pounding so fast, I could feel the pulse all over my body. Specifically throbbing in the area between my thighs, which I spread out per his orders.

Edward sucked in a breath in his teeth, the fangs in his mouth sticking out in a predatory manner. Only staring at my naked body, like the very sight was granting him vitality. He didn’t drop his frighteningly focused stare, and instead leaned over me, kissing my thighs. Each touch was tipping me over, teasing me in a painful way.

I remember what Edward had told me a month ago.

“So the lion fell in love with the lamb.”

I was indeed, a stupid lamb.

He grazed the skin below my stomach with his lips, tracing the lines of my hips with a trail of burning kisses. I was practically rocking my hips, a silent beg for more.

Edward pushed his cold, comforting hands on my hips again, forcing me down.

God, I could live in this moment forever.

This is my life now. He is my life now. I can’t see anything farther than this.

This is my past, my present, my future all encapsulated in one small, fleeting moment.

Edward stared at me, with intense, hot eyes, dragging on my breasts, my hips, and the slow trail to my clit. It would embarrass me- the heavy eye contact, with anyone else.

But Edward’s not like anyone else.

So I kept my gaze on him, as he kept his eyes on me, and let his warm tongue heat the area between my folds. I shivered from his godlike touch, unable to tear my eyes from the beautiful scene of his mouth on my body. He grasped my thighs harder, tracing circles with the perfect pressure on my clit.

As if he couldn’t control the quick movement, he snaked his tongue down to my wet opening, rolling movements inside of me. I mewled, gripping the sheets with white knuckles. My toes were already curling from the very idea of him touching me like this.

Edward bite down a little harder on the top of my pussy, licking my body like I was his last meal. Every touch was strategic, but am I surprised? He had 104 years of experience.

Orgasm was rising to my surface too quickly. I grabbed his hair, increasing the screaming thoughts of my mind, hoping he’ll understand. But the desire took over him- and he began flicking his wet tongue more, causing me to jerk my head backwards, clasping my thighs over his head.

“Please, Edward.” My gasps were filling the empty space, all of his movements sickeningly perfect.

He let go of me, the warm tongue exiting my folds, and I clenched my thighs together harder as he kneeled over me, his breath ragged and heavy. His lips were sleek with my fluid, and I felt my ears go red.

He was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing to exist. He watched me, so intense that I could cower from his breathtaking gaze. Edward pulled his shirt over his head, the pale, shimmering color of his skin mesmerizing me.

The sun was out. Fading over the large pine trees of Forks- as if the universe had some perfectly divine idea of the first connection of our bodies.

His eyes were light brown in the sunlight, the lines of his abs sparkling in the warm orange of the sun.

“I’m crazy about you.” My confession was soft, so soft I wasn’t sure he heard it.

Edward slowly shook his head, but all I could focus on was the color of his eyes. It was the only thing tethering me from heaven.

He was a fallen angel, looking at me like I was the cure to his sin.

“Calypso. You are my destruction.” His breath quickened, his lean chest rising and falling with the pace of my own.

Edward’s mouth met mine one more time, one more soft, passionate time. I grazed my fingers over the muscles of his back, memorizing every part of this moment. Solidifying it in my nimble, mortal mind.

He let the tip of his dick slide on my wet pussy, staring at me with lustful eyes, eyes waiting for confirmation.

I nodded, biting my lip in preparation.

Edward let his thick shaft slide in my cunt, and I yelped, clenching his thick shoulders.

It hurt. His dick was so big, I was hardly prepared for it. But Edward, with the last remaining piece of willpower he had, slowed his movements, his hard body meeting the spongey, untouched area inside of me.

He hissed, dropping his body on mine, and he grazed his fingers through my hair, each thrust getting more powerful.

With that, I realized something.

Edward is a vampire.

A vampire with exceeding amounts of supernatural strength, and… stamina.

He showed no signs of reaching climax as he warmed my body with his cock, each stroke inside of me causing pleasure to shoot to my stomach.

I could faintly hear my reaction- unreal, loud moans that I assume the deers of the forest could hear. I mewled as he slowed down, pushing his forearms into the cushion. Edward let out a soft groan, stroking my face with his thumb. He repositioned his position, pushing his dick back in, and reaching new lengths of pleasure in my insides. I moaned, shamelessly, letting my fingers dig into his back.

The warm ball of nerves were heating at my core, a sign that I was reaching climax. Edward’s mouth dropped to my collarbones, sucking sharp hickeys as he thrusted inside of me, each movement rolling my eyes back.

I whimpered, stammering from the euphoria shaking my legs. “I’m-close…”

Edward moaned, a sound so beautiful I could’ve just watched him now, an artist and a masterpiece. He ground his hips to mine, hissing with the feeling of his body completely in mine. I let my hands fall over my head, closing my eyes to try to preserve the orgasm rising in my gut.

“No.” Edward’s voice was strained, the softness of his movements gone. Each thrust inside of me was hard, rough, matching his untainted desire. “Don’t close your eyes. I need to see you.”

I need to see you.

How could I love someone so much it hurt?

I opened my eyes weakly, meeting the heavy lidded, black pits of Edward’s. His abs clenched as he pushed inside of me, his hips bucking with a renounced speed. I gasped at the feeling of his dick hitting my cervix, trying to focus on his face, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Please,” I begged one more time, the need for my climax forcing my legs to shake on his.

Edward managed a smile, and dropped his body again, fully covering mine. He rocked into me, and I whimpered in his ear, letting my hands drop over his neck.

Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing will ever feel this good.

Edward groaned, the thrusts getting so hard it began to hurt again, with a strange, overwhelming pleasure that came with the pain.

“Callie…” His voice was soft for the jerk of his hips, a warm sensation rolling over my body.

“Edward!” I squirmed, peak taking over my nerves.

“I know, love.” Edward’s breaths were fast in my ear, the jerk of his hips creating the sounds of skin slapping throughout the room. He let a heavy groan slip from his lips, and I felt the leak of precum making the inside of my pussy even more liquid.

“I’m going to-” Edward’s voice was nothing more then a raspy groan in my ear.

“Please, please!” I whimpered again, clenching my legs around his abdomen to avoid the painful desire of climax. He had edged me on for so long, I don’t think I could’ve waited anymore.

Edward’s movements turned hard, fast, a ripple of sensation arousing my body again. He growled, our skin smacking together with new volume, and orgasm blinded my vision, making me roll my eyes back, and arch my back until my clit touched the root of his cock. I screamed, scraping my nails on his back until I could’ve been sure there was blood.

Edward didn’t protest; in fact, he thrust harder with that, each movement causing him to heave breaths, the warm air hitting my ear. He moaned, a vibration in the mess of my hair, and quickly pulled his warm, wet body from my own, shooting strings of hot white on the base of my stomach, dripping down my sensitive cunt.

Edward rolled off of me slowly, collapsing on the small couch, both of our bodies reeling the affects of the tiresome fuck. I attempted to catch my breath, feeling my heart beating so fast I couldn’t hear the birds chirping anymore. Hesitantly, I turned my body to meet his, but Edward was already staring at me, the warmth of his expression a relief to me. He bit his lip, his chest rising the similar pattern mine was.

I processed everything, opening my mouth to speak, but not understanding how to phrase it.

“Edward?”

He smiled, the soft, mesmerizing action in my peripheral. “Yes?” The melody of his voice still left me catching my breath.

I couldn’t say the words. They rung in my mind, an untamable message dancing through my heart.

Three words.

I love you.

Edward let his eyes fall on mine, hearing the silent plea of my mind.

“I love you too, Callie.” His mouth was parted, and his lips were red from before, and he read my mind and read those words. I couldn’t help it when I draped over his body, kissing him like it was the first time all over again.

He snaked his arms over my bare body, his smooth knuckles tickling my spine. His lips draped over mine as if we were two puzzle pieces, separated for too long, and now here, and alive, and in love.

I loved Edward Cullen. I had the very first day I met him. And even if I die a mortal, holding the hand of the boy who will exist forever, I know I’ll live until the day he ceases to.

I’ll live in Edward’s heart,

And he’ll live in mine.

Because that’s what love is, right? A taste of forever.

And we were forever.

Okay that’s it byeeee

I am super open to constructive criticism and feedback, as well as recs. Thanks for reading ! :> <333

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Carlisle Falls for and Changes a Patient

[sherbetgreeceuh]

A Saga of Ponies

Not super happy with the name Moon Veil, I wanted to give them all names that referenced certain books but I didn't want to use just the actual book titles as their names. I spent forever trying to come up with a name for her though. There's not really any other names I could think of that mean New Moon. I thought about just giving up and using that as her name but I don't think New makes a great first name for a pony.

A few I sort of considered were Shadow Moon, Shrouded Moon, Dark Moon. I didn't really like any of those either. I ended up just going with Moon Veil. I guess because a New Moon is hard to see so it's "veiled in darkness"

Her cutie mark isn't really accurate to what a new moon is since I added a little bit of light around the edges. It just looked a bit too plain without that though.

I had a lot of fun with their hair. I tried to make it look like what they are named after.

Twilight is just there to complete the set.

Here's versions with transparent backgrounds

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Am i the only one who thinks that this girl from that one movie "thirteen" could definetly be a good face claim for another Twilight oc?..... No? Just me?.... Ok 🥲👍

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Hey guys… i have a Twilight oc now, and im wondering if anyone’s interested in Twilight anymore or something?? Actively working on her carrd rn :3

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[springfaaerie]

Thunder & Lightning Chapter Two

'bad company'

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Native Fem! OC

warnings: none?

word count: 2.7k

Masterlist

chapter two

When Tama awoke, she felt, different. She couldn't describe it exactly but she just knew she didn't feel the same. Sure, she still felt the stinging pain in her face from being hit so many times. The back of her head and entire face throbbed as she came to but, 

"Tama? Tama!"

Her mother cried tears of joy, hugging her daughter as soon as she saw her heart rate pick up for the first time since her arrival hours ago. Tama's eyes fluttered open but shut again, groaning at the harsh overhead lights. 

"Can you turn the lights off, please?" Her throat was dry and, it hurt to talk. A lot. She cleared her throat and her mother instantly reached for the water next to her bed, helping her up. 

"How do you feel?" Mitena asked gently, holding her daughter up with one hand while she held the plastic cup to her lips while she drank. 

Tama coughed, moving the cup away from her mouth before she frowned. "What happened?"

Her hand lifted from under the thin blanket that was lazily thrown over her, gingerly touching her head. She winced upon contact with her still bruised scalp and her mother reached forward, moving her hand away. Just then, the doctor entered, Chief Swan coming in right behind him with a pen and a note pad in his hands. 

"Hey kid," he said, a tight lipped smile adorning his face as he looked over the teen he had known since her birth. Seeing her in such a vulnerable position made his blood boil and he gripped his pen tighter. "How you feelin'?"

"Like I got electroshock therapy or something," she admitted, finally finding the strength to lift herself up properly, politely declining her mother's help. 

"What do you remember?" The doctor, who she knew as Dr. Cullen, said, at the same time as Chief Swan. They shared an awkward glance before they both returned their gazes to Tama. 

The teenager was quiet for a moment, frowning as she struggled to think, racking her brain trying to remember how she landed in the hospital. "I just remember taking out the trash...it was raining. Then I just saw a flash of light and nothing. That's all I can remember."

Dr. Cullen offered her a comforting smile, ignoring the disgusted stare that was being sent to him by Mitena. "It's okay, that's common after the body has suffered immense trauma. You were struck by lightning, right in the heart. It's a miracle that you're alive, Tama."

Chief Swan cleared his throat awkwardly, causing Mitena to glance down at the floor as she frowned deeply, blaming herself. "We also found uh...someone else. A man; Thomas Wells. He was pretty close to where we found you and judging by the scene and the other bruises on your body it's safe to say..."

Tama touched her face, suddenly remembering being struck in the face repeatedly by said man, shivering at the memory. She looked at her mother, who whispered apologies to her daughter over and over, going on about how she should've pressed charges beforehand or how she should've heard her knocking from the shower. "What's going to happen to him?"

The three adults exchanged looks, wondering who was going to be the one to tell her. She was looking directly at Chief Swan though and he sighed. "He died, Tama. He was struck as well but, he wasn't lucky like you." 

She nodded, removing her hand from her cheek, not looking at anything in particular as her mind drifted off. "What about the others?" She asked, earning shocked looks from her mother and Chief Swan.

"Others?" he repeated questioningly, stepping forward so that he was standing at the foot of her bed. He offered a quick glance to Mitena and looked away just as fast. "We only found the one, at the scene."

"There were three of them," she said, more memories coming to her the longer she was conscious. Fear was building in her chest, the idea of more of her attackers being out there, possibly waiting to come for her again. Her quickened heartbeat was reflected on the monitor as she placed her hand over her heart. 

Mitena placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder before she silently pleaded with the Chief of police. "Charlie, you have to find the rest of them. You already know who they are. They'll come for her."

"I won't let that happened," he reassured her quickly, closing his notepad before he looked the two over. "You'll have to close up shop, get away from home for a few days until this thing is solved. We don't want them to come back to your house trying to start anything. You can stay with me until they're caught."

Mitena smiled up at the man she had known for so long, thanking him. He shrugged, assuring her it was the least he could do. Charlie looked over to Tama with a smile. "Bella's coming back soon so, you'll have someone to keep you company while you heal."

Tama nodded, though she was excited by the idea of having a friend during her stay, if she would even call her that. Bella and Tama were close, well as close as they could be with the awkward barrier Bella put between herself and everyone around her. They'd spent countless summers together during her visits, bonding over their social anxiety as well as their love of books. But, it had been a while since Bella had visited, or texted. Tama was hurt but, she didn't take it personally. "That sounds great, Charlie. Thank you."

Dr. Cullen cleared his throat as politely as he could smiling at the pair as they were in their own moment. He proceeded to step forward, Mitena's eyes on him the entire time. The doctor checked Tama, making sure her vitals and reflexes were fine. He frowned, confused. "Hmmm, everything looks fine. A little too fine honestly."

"What do you mean?" Tama asked, her heart rate rising as she glanced up at the abnormally beautiful blond doctor that stood over her. 

"It's almost as if nothing has happened," he answered, writing a few things down on her file. "Your vitals aren't matching with your injuries and accident. Besides the bruising, you're perfectly fine."

Tama scrunched her nose up in confusion, sharing a look with her mother, who didn't look like she believed him. "So, what's going to happen?"

The doctor stood a few inches away from her now, continuing to take notes and write additional conclusions on her file. Mitena cleared her throat, causing Carlisle to look up. "Well you have two options. You can continue to stay here and we can monitor you another night to make sure everything is fine or, you can go home and have your mother bring you in tomorrow just so we can see how you're holding up."

The smile that adorned Mitena's face was less than friendly, unusual for the kind woman. "I think we'll choose the latter."

Carlisle looked past her, his amber colored eyes peering into Tama's own, "is that what you want, Tama?" After taking a second to decide, she nodded, throwing her blanket off her body. "Alright then, I'll have one of the nurses come in after I finish with your paperwork to discharge you."

He left before the teenager could thank him, Mitena letting out a sigh of relief. She turned her attention to her daughter, who was watching curiously. "Why don't you like Dr. Cullen?"

Mitena grabbed her daughter's clothes, bringing them back over to the side of the hospital bed, ignoring her question. Charlie awkwardly excused himself, reassuring him that he would be outside waiting while she changed and got discharged. Tama gently refused her mother's help, slowly throwing her legs off of the bed.

She glared at the IV stuck in her arm, resisting the urge to rip it out, feeling her mother staring at her. She took the pair of underwear and dark blue sweatpants her mother had been holding and pulled them on, muttering about how gross it was that they took off her underwear in the first place. She wasn't able to put on a shirt just yet due to the constricting IV that was still connected and she sat impatiently,

Just when she was about to voice her concerns, there was a knock at the door. The nurse smiled at the two, slowly entering the room with a stack of papers and a clipboard with her. She reached for something in the cupboard after passing the clipboard over to Mitena, instructing her to sign it so Tama could be released. Tama held her arm out with a small smile, excited to have the uncomfortable needle out, and sleep in her own bed. The nurse handed over the discharge packet after she had bandaged the teenager's arm carefully, wishing the poor girl well. 

"Thank you," Tama said, genuinely, rubbing the now sore spot. The nurse just nodded, her smile still present as she bid her farewell. 

Mitena began to walk over to Tama just as the door closed shut. She held up the folded clothes in her hand, "here, let me-"

Tama lifted her hand weakly, stopping her. She took her clothes from her mother's hands, ignoring the sad look on her face. She understood she just wanted to help and was still in shock that she was so close to losing her only child but, she needed to be alone with her own thoughts. "I can do it myself, mom...thanks."

After a few seconds, she nodded understandingly, taking a step back. "I'll wait outside with Charlie, if you need anything just yell I'll be right here."

Once the door was shut, Tama let out a breath, regretting it as her body began to throb. She winced, gripping the side of the hospital bed for support as she regained her composure. "Shit."

Undoing the hospital gown took what seemed like half an hour and she wished she had at least let her mom help put her bra on. She could see the bruises adorning her body as well as the scratches, tears brimming in her eyes. Pushing the foggy memory to the back of her mind, she looked away from her upper bear body, happy to have them out of sight. Her shirt and bra, which were still folded on the uncomfortable bed, taunted her as she contemplated the best way to slip them on without hurting herself further. 

Groaning, she looked away from her clothes and caught site of something in the small trash can that stood in the corner of the room. It hadn't been closed properly and there was a glimmer that caught her eye under the harsh hospital lights. 

"What..." Tama slowly trailed off as she walked towards it, slowly lifting it up. The contents surprised her and she reached down inside, picking them up before slowly standing back up to her full height, inspecting them. 

There were flowers, her favorite. White daisies were enveloped in pink craft paper with a note attached, her free hand opening it up. The shock rippled through the brunette and without thinking, she lost her already weak grip on the flowers, the bouquet falling onto the floor. 

Tama, 

I know I'm the last person you want flowers or anything from but, I know daisies are your favorite.    -Paul

The note was ripped straight from a notebook and had obviously been erased and rewritten multiple times, something that made her laugh before she could even catch herself. Her smile quickly dropped from her face and was replaced with a frown, catching the words "I miss you" that were barely noticeable after having been erased. 

She was certain her mother had been the one to throw it away, as she had never been fond of Paul even before the pair had started dating. She felt troubled but, her mind and body wasn't prepared to go through this right now. Sighing, she shoved the note into her pocket, unable to throw it back into the trash. She reached down, plucking one flower from the bunch before throwing the rest away, trying to make it look as though they hadn't been touched. 

Walking over to her bag, Tama stared at the flower. "I'm such an idiot," She sighed, angry with herself for not being able to get rid of it. Paul had hurt her, put her through the worst pain of her life -well, it was until this happened- but, still. She couldn't bring herself to get rid of it, get rid of him. 

All it took was one single note and a few flowers to get the girl's mind racing. He never had to do much. Before she could think any further, she heard the door knob rattle, startling her. She shoved the flower into her bag on the counter and quickly covered her upper half, which was still nude. "Mom!"

Mitena rolled her eyes, the door already shut behind her as she ignored the blush that had creeped onto her daughter's face. "I changed your diapers, Tama. If you needed help, you could've asked."

Tana mumbled a complaint too low for her to hear as she made her way over to her daughter. She was grateful she hadn't noticed the trash can or the fact that she was hovered over her bag topless and she had to resist the urge to glance over at the tossed sentiment from the ex who broke her heart. They stood in silence, Mitena helping put both her bra and shirt on, Tama ignoring the pain that she felt when her body twisted and turned. She had never been in this much pain before, it was all so new and terrifying for her. 

"Thanks mom...I got it," She told her, gently taking the coat that was, thankfully, a zip up. She instructed her daughter to sit on the bed, slipping her tattered brown rain boots on for her over the socks the hospital provided. Tama felt like a child and silently wondered how long this routine would last. Her mother pulled her up slowly, grabbing Tama's belongings before she could and leading her out the door where Charlie was still waiting.

"You girls ready?" He asked, grabbing Tama's bag from her mother and throwing it over his shoulder. Mitena thanked him again for his hospitality, her polite mood shifting when Dr. Cullen came into view again, a stapled stack of papers in his hand a smile on his face. 

"You're all set, Tama." He handed the papers to the teenager but Mitena took them before she could even lift her hand. Tama scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest in an act of defiance, immediately hissing in pain and regretting her decision. "Try to take it easy for the next few days, I'll have you follow up with me in a week to see how you're doing."

"She has a doctor," the older woman said, a false smile Tama rarely saw her wear on her face. Tama's eyebrows furrowed, why was she acting this way? "Thank you for your help but we can take it from here."

Dr. Cullen didn't even seemed phased by her rudeness, Tama guessing since he probably deals with people like this constantly, he was used to it. He kept his dazzling smile on his face, one that made the hair on the back of Tama's neck stand up. "Of course. I hope you get better soon, Tama."

She nodded, offering him a polite smile and a wave as her mother beckoned her towards the elevators. "Thank you, Dr. Cullen."

Mitena quickly pressed the button for the ground floor, sighing heavily as she looked straight forward, not meeting Tama or Charlie's gaze. Tama looked over to her mother, the two the same height since the girl reached freshman year. "What was that all about?"

"The Cullens are not good company to keep," Mitena replied, still not looking at her daughter as the elevator doors closed shut and made their descent. 

Tama stayed silent, knowing how her mother and the other elders felt about the Cullens ever since their arrival in town a few years ago. The stories about the cold ones filled her head as she suddenly recalled them, quickly shrugging them off. They were merely stories adults told their children at night to keep them in line, afraid.

Charlie shrugged, still carrying Tama's bag over his shoulder as he stared at nothing in particular. "I don't know...I thought he was pretty nice."

Mitena scoffed, looking up at Charlie who held his hands up in self defense. 

"I mean, I hate his guts."

[grapefruit03]

Today I learned that a character design sheet uses an entire micron pen. And I fucked up the regions so I spent over three hours and a micron pen on Jack shit. So I guess that quill and ink I impulsively bought a month ago will be useful

[absentwritersblog]

4.

Emily Young was on the verge of losing her temper and getting sick from nerves.

For the past three hours and an uncertain number of minutes, her fiancé Sam Uley and his absent father Joshua Uley had been tugging at and letting go of a rope that was soon to snap. Paul Lahote and Jared Cameron, Sam's close friends, couldn't help but feel that this was a chronicle of an inevitable disaster. They fervently hoped their friend wouldn't lose his mind and end up hurting his father, but they couldn't foresee any other ending to the tragicomedy they were all witnessing.

Being the only woman present, with the gift of kindness in her actions, Emily decided to handle the situation in her own way-bribing the Uleys with what she did best: homemade food. She prepared a grand dinner, worthy of a competition medal. She focused on decorating the table in a subtle yet elegant manner and called all the men to eat, including her father-in-law. She attempted to steer the conversation toward common and ordinary topics, but everything ended in an argument or a malicious joke between the Uleys.

When she heard the knocks on the door, she was the first to rise from her seat. With a sigh of relief, she put on her best smile and opened the front door.

As if she hadn't already experienced enough surprises for the day, she found herself facing three young people: a thin and petite woman with black hair and a mix of brown an green eyes, with the same skin tone as Sam or perhaps a shade paler, with delicate and Latin features. While her appearance could have mistaken her for a sweet woman, she radiated power and strength, something so palpable it intimidated Emily, especially with her deeply furrowed brow that seemed almost personal.

Behind the young woman stood two teenagers. One was a taller boy with similar Latin features and the same eyes than the woman, transformed into stunning beauty. He appeared younger, but the grin he wore made her doubt that; it was almost mocking.

Lastly, the youngest of the group was nearly the same height as the older woman, with long, wavy, jet-black hair, and eyes so dark they could get lost in the night, filled with an overwhelming sadness-unquestionably a pre-teen.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm Grace Uley, and I'm looking for my father, Joshua," spoke the leader of the trio. Her voice was harsh and dry, not seeming to have any intention of making friends. Nevertheless, Emily insisted with her smile and opened the door wider as an invitation.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Emily, Sam Uley's fiancée. Your father is in the dining room, please come in," she replied kindly, stepping aside to let the three new members of a family she never knew existed enter.

She closed the door and mentally braced herself for the next few moments, unsure of how her future husband or his friends would react. When she returned to the dining room, everyone was standing in silence, eyeing each other with suspicion and disdain.

"Sam, dear, this is Grace Uley, and-"

"I'm Lucas Uley, and this is Anna Uley. Apparently, we're all children of the same devil," the boy introduced himself, his charismatic grin never fading. He extended his hand to greet Sam, and though Sam hesitated for a moment, he accepted it. The handshake was a symbol of peace and reluctant understanding. After all, they were half-brothers and had more in common than they thought.

"Not even the devil would want anything to do with a drunk old man. Why did you come to bother the one child you once forgot?" Grace interrupted angrily, glaring at each of the strangers before her. Her eyes landed on Paul, and for a moment, her face contorted in a yearning she didn't recognize. The surprise overwhelmed her, and her furrowed brow disappeared. She tried to regain her composure, but it seemed almost impossible to tear her gaze away from the young man, who wore the same expression of astonishment. Lucas cleared his throat softly, bringing Grace back to reality. She silently thanked her brother.

"Are they also half-siblings, or are you fresh out of surprises, Joshua?"

"No, no!" Joshua replied, laughing. "Only Sam and you three carry my surname."

Understanding the weight of the moment, Sam introduced his friends to his newfound family.

"These are Paul Lahote and Jared Cameron, friends and... coworkers. Grace, thank you for coming without prior notice to pick up Joshua. Lucas, Annie, thank you for accompanying Grace on such a long journey. If you'd like, you are welcome to sit and join us for the dinner my fiancée Emily prepared," he said solemnly.

"Exactly! There's not much left, but I can cook something fresh for you if you'd like. Or perhaps I could make some tea?" Emily added excitedly.

"Thank you, but we must decline. We have a long drive back. Joshua, are you ready?" Grace replied.

Joshua nodded and murmured his farewells to the group. When he reached Emily, he took her hand and kissed the back of it, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the woman and collective scolding from his children. Sam grabbed the back of Joshua's coat, dragging him to the front door and shutting it firmly, to the delight of everyone present. Realizing what had just happened, he blushed and witnessed how laughter erupted around him, including his fiancée's.

"I sincerely apologize for the chaos," Sam said through poorly concealed laughter. "Grace, may we talk for a moment? Your siblings can accompany your father in the meantime."

"Forget it, big guy. I'm not leaving my sister alone in a house full of strangers. Don't push whatever little trust was built," Lucas snapped on his sister's behalf, stepping beside her protectively. Generally, he described himself as a calm person, silently watching over his sisters while Grace fought like a lioness. But when he was the one angered, it was like Zeus' fury unleashed on anyone who dared to threaten or discomfort his sisters.

Sam raised both hands in surrender, while Paul smirked. Even if he couldn't protect Grace, at least Lucas would-a comforting thought for his soul and heart. Everyone watched as Sam scribbled quickly on an unused napkin and handed it to Grace and Lucas.

"Here's my number. Don't hesitate to call if anything happens," he said sincerely.

Grace hesitated but eventually took the napkin and slipped it into her back pocket. She briefly smiled at her older half-brother, a fleeting expression of sincerity that Sam felt deeply. Grace then jotted her number on another napkin and passed it to Lucas to write his as well. With confidence, she approached Sam and placed the napkin on the table.

"Here are our numbers. Joshua will come back-he's like a cancer, and if you don't cut him out, he'll consume you. Don't expose your woman to his plague. Thanks for everything," Grace said with her signature seriousness before walking to the door. As she passed Emily, she gently squeezed her arm and gave her a warm smile, then disappeared into the night. Lucas and Anna followed, saying their goodbyes and giving a brief hug to the lady of the house.

As the siblings reached their car, Joshua was already asleep in the back seat. Lucas rolled his eyes and sat beside him, allowing both sisters to sit up front, safely away from the old man's stench.

Paul Lahote watched through the window as the Uley car disappeared into the night, wondering if he would ever see Grace again. Beside him, Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, silently attempting to console his friend, who was beginning to experience a whirlwind of new emotions that, by the law of the ancestors, would last forever.

[hopenabi]

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Prompt: You and Jasper are hanging out at your house.

Reader! X Jasper Hale

Warnings : oral! F->M! , blowjob!, M-> F, cunnlings!, Spit!, deepthroating!, unprotected sex !, Creampie!, squirting! (Some others I may have missed)

*not proof read so I apologize for any errors*

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Readers POV:

“ I love you” you whisper up at him as you lay your head on his chest admiring him.

“I love you to darlin, more than you’ll ever know” he leans in to kiss you and you make out for a bit before you finally get up and say Prove it . He grins and pulls you closer kissing you passionately as his hands roam over your body.

“I’ll prove it to you everyday for the rest of eternity”

“Yeah?” You whimper out grinding against him. He sighs against your lips as you continue to grind against him breathlessly.

“Let me prove it to you?” You say needy for him.

“Oh darlin. You don’t have to you already have my heart and soul” he kisses you deeply moving his lips to suck on you neck.

“But” he whimpers. “If you have something in mind I’m more than willing to oblige” he says teasingly. You climb off of him and lower your self down to his erection. You hurly unbutton his pants and push them down to his thighs as you stroke him though his briefs.

“Impatient are we ?” He says yet leans back and allow you to finish taking off his clothes, leaving his heavy cock out for you to admire. His cock is throbbing and beads of pre-cum coat the tip.

You take you hand and grab the base stroking him up and down as he groans at your motions.

“Just like that baby”

You take your tongue and spread the pre-cum all over his tip, you spit dribbling down him as you do. Finally you take him into your mouth and begin sucking on him.

You decide you can go further and you push him into your throat, gagging. You look up at him through teary eyes as you bob up and down on him.

You can feel your pussy getting wetter at the sounds he makes for you. Wet spot growing on the pretty white Lacey panties you wore just for him.

“Oh fuck. Your so good at this.” He moans out placing his hands in your hair to control your pace. You moan around him making him whimper out at the vibrations.

He starts fucking up into your throat creating noise. Ack… Ack… Ack… Ack sounds through you bedroom as his tips hits the back of your throat.

“Ah fuck…darlin I’m gonna come…. God your mouth is a vice” he moans out breathlessly. He pulls out of your mouth and you catch you breathe. He looks wordlessly at your fucked out state as tears run down your cheeks and saliva coats your lips as it dribbles down to you chin.

You cheekily smile up at him.

“ come in my mouth” you say and he taps his tip on your lips smearing the salvia there. Then pushing into your warm mouth once again.

“Oh shit” he chuckles out as he begins to fuck your throat again. The sounds your throat makes masking his moans as he reaches his orgasm.He starts groaning and thrusting harder as he gets closer.

Haah…Haah…Haah… is all that’s heard along with your gagging. You loook up at him once more making eye contact with him through your tears finally bringing him to his release.

“Such a good girl.” He says panting out trying to catch his breathe.

“Come here, it’s mine turn to show you how much I love you” he says moving so he’s on top of you. His hands roaming up your body to take off you T-shirt. His fingers gently gliding over your nipples causing them to harden.

You whimper.

“Shh. It’s okay baby. I’m gonna take good care of you”

He carefully takes off the rest of your clothes. Groaning when he sees the wet spot on your panties.

“Is this for me?” He says toying with the little bow on the front of your underwear then dragging his fingers to brush against your clit and play with the wetness of the fabric of your underwear.

You whimper and nod.

“Words darlin”

“Yes sir” you say timidly as your body shivers at his touch. He pushes himself further down your body kissing your stomach and then thighs starting from you knees to were you ache for him. He licks the wet panties and you moan out, eyes rolls back at the sensitivity.

“Hmm. Such a pretty pussy, Made just for me

….I bet if I fucked your right now, I’d have you creaming all over me”

You whimper at his words and grind up into his face.

“Please?”

“Since you ask so nicely” he says taking off your underwear and he groans at the string of slick that comes with it. He throws your panties somewhere in the room and grabs your hips to bring you to his face. With two fingers he opens you up blowing on your clit.

“Oh fuck… please” you whine out

“I’m sorry darlin… I’ll stop” He says as he sticks his tongue between your folds, lapping up your wetness. You moan into you hand. However, the sound of his lapping is much more profound than the sounds you are making.

He continues eating you out like a staved man as you lay limp in his hands, eyes rolling back and legs shaking.

“Can I come please” you ask pleadingly as you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

He doesn’t answer but Instead inserts two fingers into you, causing you to moan loudly. “Oh fuck… please”.

He quickly thrust his fingers in and out of you creating a squelching noise of approval from your soaked pussy. Fingers going in … Squelch and then out … Squelch. You continue to moan loudly as you chase your orgasm.

“Come on darlin. Come on my fingers” he says as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Making you spasm out as you moan and cum in his mouth.

He hurriedly licks up all your arousal as it comes out. Finally you come down from your orgasm and melt into your mattress. He climbs on top of you grabbing you cheeks to get you to open up you mouth and you obey as he spits into your mouth letting you taste yourself.

Finally you prop yourself up and see he’s hard again, despite cumming in your mouth a couple minutes ago. You grab him and pull him onto of you as you kiss him.

“I want you to fuck me now” you say as grind up on him. Your pussy spreading to slide him through your folds and hit your clit causing you to whine out.

“ yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He says grinding on you as you whine out from the simulation of your clit.

“I’m sensitive” you say pushing him back a little.

He finally grabs you legs spreading them to get a good view of you. He spits down on your cunt and spreads it with his tip. He begins pushing in while pushing your legs to your shoulders.

“Oh fuckkkkk” you moan out as his tip stretches you out. You groan at the size of him. Grabbing onto the bed sheets and throwing your head back as you try your best to accommodate him inside you. As he’s pushing into your legs start shaking again.

“Shit. Baby. Are you that sensitive?” He says looking down at you and swiping at your clit causing you to moan out again.

“Come on darlin. I know you can do it.” He says as he continues pushing in. You try and clam down again.

“It’s too big. It’s not gonna fit” you say whinning out at the pressure he’s putting on your walls. His tip already reaching parts of you no one else can.

“I’ll make it fit”

Finally he’s bottoms out and moans as you clench around him, tightening to the point where he can’t move.

“Relax darlin” he says as he kisses you to soothe you , he slowly starts rocking back and forth as he feels you relaxing you hold on his cock.

“Oh god” you say eyes rolling back. As you break the kiss. He trust deep into you causing you to moan out loudly and cover your mouth with your hand causing him to chuckle out a laugh at your attempt at quieting down.

“Pussy is so good, darlin”

“Made just for me”

Huh. You moan out as he keeps hitting deep inside you. He holds your legs to your chest as he begins to thrust harder into you causing you to scream out his name.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck.. oh fuck… Jasper!”

“Shit baby. You’re so tight for me. Gonna have to fuck you more so that you get used to me” he says as he rocks into you faster.

“Come on baby. Come for me.” He says as he plays with you clit. You moan out in sensitivity causing your legs to shake again. Huh.

please… please… please you scream out like a mantra as Jasper fucks you harder.

“Oh fuck please” you say one last time as you begin to cum all over his cock.

“Ah… shit” you moan out as you finally come down from your orgasm. You and Jasper both look down at where you join together and see a thick white ring of your cum around his cock eveytime he pulls out.

“Oh fuck” Jasper moans out as he continues to chase his high. “You so fucking sexy”

You moan out at his words and feel your second orgasm approaching fast “ oh god” you say eyes rolling back at the sight.

“Come with me, darlin… please” he whines out as he nears his orgasm. You nod at him as you begin to tweak you nipples as Jasper thrusts into you and plays with your sensitive clit.

“Oh god it feels funny” you say worried.

“It’s okay baby.” He says trying to comfort you. As you begin to reach your orgasm and your moans get more high pitches.

“Ohhhh shittt” you say as you squirt. Jasper looks down at you amazed at how intense your orgasm is and slightly proud of his work. He continues to fuck into you causing your legs to start shaking and you to whimper eveytime he thrust.

“Oh fuck Darlin. I’m gonna cum” he moan out.

“Yeah?” You whine

“Come in me please” you say as you wrap you legs around him so he’s closer to you. Your two sweaty body’s joining together as you kiss passionately as he comes inside you, groaning out at the feeling of you sucking jim dry.

You whine out at the feeling of finally being filled up.

“So good baby” you whisper into his ear.

“You always fuck me so good”

“Yeah?” He says as he begins to get up and look down at his cum seeping out of your hole. He pushes his cock back into you to fuck his cum inside.

“Oh god… please… I’m so sensitive” you say trying to push him away, yet not really wanting to actually stop.

“Hmmm” he says as he finally stops and pulls out.

You finally lay limp on the bed as you take in what just happened.

“I think you broke me” you say laughing. He chuckles at your dramatics and gets you up and into the bathtub where he has filled it up with soap and warm water to wash you.

“You always say that after everytime” he states matter of factly and you smile up at him and give him a kiss.

“Aren’t you getting in?” You ask as he leaves you to wash up.

“I am. I’ve just gotta change the sheets” he says raising his eyebrows as you blush in embarrassment.

“Sorry” you squeak out.

“For what?… being sexy?” He responds as he leaves the room.

[mywritesaremylove]

Of All the Unexpected Things

Leah Clearwater x Female OC

Leah Clearwater hadn’t expected to imprint. She’d given up on the idea the same way she’d given up on a normal life when Sam chose Emily. The same way she’d resigned herself to anger and grief coursing through her like the pulse of the wolf, constant and sharp.

So when it happened, it took the ground out from under her.

She was out on patrol, trotting along the forest’s edge in her wolf form, when she caught a scent she didn’t recognize, sun warmed linen and something sweet, like honeysuckle. Then a flicker of movement. A girl. Human.

Leah paused mid-step. The earth stilled. The connection hit her like lightning.

It wasn’t a snap. It was a slow bloom, unfolding in her chest, warm and terrifying in its unfamiliarity. Her heartbeat raced. Her paws stumbled.

What the hell? she thought. But the girl turned around, and everything in Leah’s world shifted.

Not a man. Not a potential boyfriend. Not even someone Leah would have noticed twice in her regular life. But in that moment, looking into soft hazel eyes framed by glasses, everything inside her said, Mine.

The imprint settled into her soul like a song she hadn’t realized she’d been waiting for.

She phased back behind the trees and threw on the spare clothes tucked in the hollow of an old cedar. Her hands shook. Her breathing was ragged.

The girl—maybe twenty, with loose curls pulled into a messy ponytail and a book tucked under her arm—was wandering along the riverbank trail, seemingly unaware she’d just rerouted the fate of a shifter.

Leah stepped out. “Hey. You okay out here?”

The girl jumped slightly, clutching her book. “Oh—yeah. Sorry, I didn’t think anyone else was around. I’m just visiting. I used to come here with my mom when I was a kid.”

Leah nodded, heart pounding. “What’s your name?”

“Riley.” She smiled, genuine and wide. “You?”

“Leah.”

There was a pause. The wind moved between them.

Riley looked at her a second longer than normal. “Do you live around here?”

Leah nodded again, unable to say more.

Later that night, after phasing back in, the pack mind exploded.

“You what?” Seth’s voice cracked.

“You imprinted?” Embry echoed, incredulous.

“Wait—on a girl?” Quil said, loud and tactless.

“What’s the problem?” Leah snapped. “I didn’t pick this. It just happened.”

“We’re not judging!” Jacob said quickly, clearly trying to calm things down. “Just… surprised, that’s all.”

The word echoed in her own mind, louder than the others: Surprised.

Later, alone and human again, Leah sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, and let herself feel it. The confusion. The wonder. The fear.

She’d never looked at women that way. Never thought of herself as gay, or even bi. She didn’t feel like that label fit. But then again… what did she feel?

She closed her eyes, remembering the way Riley’s lips curved when she smiled, how her voice lilted with curiosity and warmth. Leah had never been drawn to women before, but with Riley, it was different. This wasn’t theoretical. This was visceral. Real.

Did that make her gay? Was she supposed to figure it all out now?

She hated the way her brain tried to box it up. Like she needed a label to justify it.

Maybe some people needed words to understand themselves. That made sense. But for Leah? Right now?

All she knew was that she wanted Riley.

And maybe that was enough.

She whispered into the quiet room, “I’m not doing labels.”

It was a decision. Not a cop out. Not fear.

Just honesty.

She had never thought of herself as someone who dated women. But she was falling for this woman.

Their meetings continued—first casual, then intentional. Conversations lengthened. Laughter came easier. Riley was clever and curious, and she asked questions like she actually wanted to know Leah.

Then one afternoon, as they sat on a boulder by the river, Riley turned to her.

“You know,” she said softly, “I’ve never dated a woman before. But I think I’d like to try, with you.”

Leah blinked. “You… really?”

Riley nodded. “I don’t know what this is. But I know how I feel around you. Safe. Seen. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Leah kissed her, soft and tentative and sure. And it didn’t feel foreign. It felt right.

Jake organized a bonfire when the others found out.

Leah hadn’t planned to bring Riley. But Riley wanted to meet the people Leah called family, and that meant something. So she came, wearing a flannel and holding a tray of cookies she’d made from scratch.

The pack stared. Some tried to pretend they weren’t. Riley, ever gracious, laughed at Quil’s dumb jokes, complimented Emily’s cooking, and held Leah’s hand openly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Leah stood next to her, straight-backed and unbothered—but inside, a warm, grounding pride bloomed.

After the food and fire died down, Sam approached.

“You good?” he asked quietly.

Leah raised a brow. “What, now you care?”

Sam scratched the back of his neck. “I was a dick. And I didn’t know what to say when I heard. But… you seem happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

She studied him a moment, then nodded. “I am.”

Later, under a blanket on Leah’s porch, Riley turned her head.

“You sure I don’t freak you out?”

“Not even a little,” Leah said.

“You?”

Leah hesitated, then chuckled. “Honestly, yeah. You do.”

Riley raised a brow. “Gee, thanks.”

“No,” Leah said, turning to face her. “Not in a bad way. Just… I never expected this. I never thought I’d be with a woman. I don’t have the right words for it. I don’t even want them.”

Riley tilted her head. “So no labels?”

Leah shook her head. “No labels. Just… you.”

Riley smiled softly. “Just me sounds pretty good.”

Leah leaned in to kiss her, slow and sure, her heart thudding not from fear, but from the way it opened. She didn’t have all the answers, didn’t know what her past meant about her future, but she knew this—

She didn’t need to name it to know it was real.

She had imprinted. She had found peace. And for once, fate hadn’t punished her for being different.

She had Riley.

And that was more than enough.

[murkyhazed]

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