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It Was Always You - Jacob x reader fic

Chapter 2 - Hello Jacob Black

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When you wake up, the first thing that you notice is that these aren't your sheets. Your eyes flutter open and confirm that this is indeed not your room. There is a window to your left and it tells you from the lack of light that it is still nighttime. You sit up from the sheets and try to remember what happened to you.

You remember the wedding. But was that all a dream? You're still wearing the silk wedding guest dress so that tells you that it did indeed happen. What did you do after the reception though? You remember how you felt flushed and stuffy around the guests, something about a red bird? Now it is all coming back. The tree branch, the wolf. You wished animals could talk. You wanted to know why the scary creature helped you. Because you are sure it did. It freed you. It cleaned your wounds... or you guess licked the blood off. Now that you think about it, wolf saliva being slathered onto your gash doesn't sound all that sanitary.

You remove the camo blanket that was draped over you so you could examine your leg and see what the damage was but, surprisingly, you find it all bandaged up with gauze and everything. Who helped you? Whoever found you in the woods you would need to thank because you could have been seriously injured. Making it back to your house would have been a pain in the ass with your leg.

You get up cautiously, being careful to not putt any weight on your bad leg and look around the room to find the door. As your eyes scan the room, you can see various items. Straight ahead of you is a poster on the wall with a flowing river and mountains in the background. Out of the window is a beautiful field followed by a lush forest. You figure that whoever own this house sure does have a gorgeous property.

Now that you are a little more awake, and your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can clearly tell that this is a boy's room. All of the color in here is predominantly green paired with the various clothing items on the ground screams teenage male.

Above the bed you can see a dream catcher. You always had bad dreams. Violent ones at that. You would wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat after someone would stab you or punch you in your dreams. You always hated that. They come sporadically but you definitely wish you had a dream catcher. Even if they don't really work it would be comforting to you. The boy which the trinket belongs to is really lucky or really crafty because you have never seen a dream catcher like this one. You can tell someone spent a lot of time on it. The design in the middle is very intricate for one this small. The diameter of it would be comparable to your palm but there are a couple of things hanging down from it that makes the piece of art stand out. Hanging from the inside are various tiny rocks with one carved into a wolf howling in the middle. You really like this dream catcher. You admire the boy who has it, as he must have some good taste.

The sound of hushed shouting brings you out of your state of admiration for the trinket. You look towards the source of the arguing which is the door that leads out of the room. A warm light is coming from the bottom of the door, and you decide to head out into it. You realize that you should be heading home now so your dad doesn't get too worried. While figuring out a hop and drag method to get you through the door on your bad foot, you manage to make it through and go down the hallway towards the people you were hearing.

You hope that you don't get them mad for interrupting anything, especially if it was a fight. That would be awkward. However, you really do need to be heading home. If it was late at night when the wedding ended, it would definitely be late at night now.

You follow the sound of people, and it gets louder and louder until you finally make it to its source. Although it took a while, you managed to hobble over and peer over the wall to see what the group was doing.

The very first thing you notice is that everyone there is shirtless. Except for the girl but regardless. All of the guys were in just shorts. Granted there were just two boys but still. It made your cheeks turn bright red. It wasn't like you hadn't seen a shirtless guy before, but you were never really good at talking to boys. You would always end up stuttering of sorts or embarrassing yourself one way or another. You thought it would be best just to avoid boys if you could help it. Although, it kind of seems unavoidable now.

Through the hushed arguing you can make out a couple of words.

"...and how could you have let this happen? We talked about this. What if she wasn't someone important?!"

You can tell it was a very angry girl who had said that part.

"I was upset Leah. And who was going to be out there in the middle of nowhere anyways?"

A boy with a low voice responded defensively.

"Well obviously someone Jacob!"

Jacob. The boy's name is Jacob.

"Who Leah? Say it. My imprint. Not just anyone. It was meant to be that I was out there when it happened. Then maybe we never would have met."

"Yeah, right after you finished crying about your unrequited love. Give me a break."

"Okay break it up you two," The voice was a mans and much lower than the other boys.

"Ahem."

Your voice cut through the fighting. You felt bad about listening in on their conversation and you wanted to go home anyways.

Everyone's attention was on you now. Including the shirtless men.

"H-hi um." You advert to not stare and continue, "I uh really appreciate you guys letting me stay here. I really do. Whoever found me in the woods I owe you one. Same to the person who patched me up. But I should really head home soon my dad is going to be worried and-" The blush on your cheeks made you want to die. Why did you have to be like this? Thankfully you did not have to continue your flustered plea because one of the boys spoke up.

"Hey yeah I get it uh is your leg, okay?" He made a move to get closer to you. You recognize his voice to be Jacob's. If he was a teenager he was definitely the most jacked you've ever seen. He had a black shoulder tattoo that contrasted against his tan skin nicely.

The only girl, who you can only assume is Leah, scoffs. "She's fine Jacob." You guessed correctly.

"Uh y-yeah it is a lot of b-better thank you. Um do I know you?" You ask the boy with a strong blush filling your cheeks.

Jacob notices and smiles but thankfully doesn't say anything about your flushed face. "No, you don't know me, but I am friends with your sister."

Leah bursts out into a laughter and the other man snickers.

"Ignore her, that is just Leah. Nobody likes her." He whispers in your ear which makes you laugh and helps you calm down a bit. The man starts to talk to Leah about calming down, and they go off on their own mini fight.

Meanwhile, you copy how Jacob whispered to you and got on your tippy toes to return you conversation, "So how do you know Bella?" This brings a grin to Jacob's face.

"We grew up together before she moved down with your mom. When she moved back here, we kind of reunited for a while since her shithead boyfriend left for a couple of months.

"You didn't like him either?" You said more happily than you'd like to admit.

"Wait you don't like him?" Jacob looks taken aback but you didn't miss the grin that was across his face either.

"I always thought he was creepy. I am not going to lie I loathed the fact that they got together but I guess it all worked out in the end." You shrugged.

" I can already tell that I am going to like you." Jacob responded with a smile.

With the conversation over, yours and Jacob's attention return to Leah and the man's conversation, or rather, argument.

Jacob took one look at it and decided that he was not going to deal with it right that second. "Come with me." he said. And so, you followed.

Jacob took you to his car and drove you back to your dad's place. The ride there were filled with conversations about the hatred for Edward, the introduction to who the man was, Sam Ulley, and your guys' full names. Thomas Jacob Black (who is indeed 17, the same as you) and (your full name) got along really well during the ride home and you would be lying if you said you weren't sad that the car ride ended too soon.

Per usual, dad was worried about you but at least he didn't call his troops in when like Bella went missing for the night. He almost went bezerk when he saw your beat-up leg but when you explained that it was your fault, he calmed down a lot and called you a clumsy idiot.

Your dad thanked Jacob for looking after me and when I went inside, I noticed that Jacob watched me until I got home safe, but not before we exchanged numbers.

Going to bed that night all you could think of was how everything is so natural when it comes to talking to Jacob. And how thankful you are that he helped you. And if you were being completely honest, how excited you are to see him again.

[wisteria-bae]

“Reader has black hair and blue eyes-“

THEN ITS NOT AN X READER!!???

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Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. That’s like blindfolding someone, telling them that you’re gonna feed them an apple, and then making them bite into a banana - peel and all.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっPossessive & Jealous - Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Plot: Nate doesn't wanna go public with your relationship, but he still gets possessive and jealous when guys flirt with you NOT A YANDERE FIC!! (;¬_¬)

Featuring: Top!Nate x Bottom!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Nate was pissed. And that's putting it nicely. Nate was fucking seething at what he was watching. The small giggles he could hear, the hand on your shoulder, and that fucking look in your eye; it all just made his anger boil over more and more. The taller man was staring daggers at the scene before him; some loser was really laying it on thick, flirting with what was Nate's. That being you. You belonged to the quarterback, even if no one actually knew it.

Your conversation with your hot classmate was interrupted by your 'boyfriend'. Nate's rough hand gripped your shoulder with a little more force than necessary; he was clearly trying to make a point. His face was as douche-y as ever, his jaw sharp enough to cut, his eyes seductive, and a barely noticeable smirk on his lips. Few words were exchanged, a small 'hey' and some stupid excuse about needing to talk to you alone - but you could understand the subtext; Nate was pissed, as he so often was. As the two of you walked through the emptying corridors, you studied Nate, to guess what exactly you were in for. You walked behind the taller man, taking in his broad, tall figure; Nate was the star quarterback of your college, it made sense that his shoulders were wide and his back was muscular. His arms were built too, swaying slightly as he walked in front of you, his walk masculine and effortlessly dominant - damn, even though you were already getting annoyed at the man, you couldn't help but be very, very attracted to him.

After what felt like hours of awkward silence, the two of you finally reached wherever Nate wanted to take you. The boy's locker room; dirty as always, but quiet for once, the final bell having rang a good while ago. Immediately, you were backed up against a wall; the cool tiles of the locker room against your skin as you stared up into Nate's dark eyes, waiting for him to say something. The taller man looked you over in silence for a moment, his hands in his pockets and his jaw obviously clenched, his demeanour trying to stay cool; but you know him too well for his act to work on you.

"The fuck you think you're doin' letting that dick woo you 'n shit?" Nate spits out, his tone not obviously angry but rather spiteful

"Huh? He wasn't- Even if he were flirting with me, why's it my responsibility to stop him?" You rebuttal. Nate's jealousy was annoying, but you have to admit that you like it when he gets like this; you like pushing his buttons even more.

"Probably 'cause you're my fucking... 'cause you're mine." Nate hesitates, anger starting to seep through via the sound of his voice and his actions; his hands darting out from his pockets to make a 'what' gesture.

"Hm hm! You can't even bring yourself to call me your boyfriend! You're the one who wanted whatever this is to never go public, Nate." You say with a chuckle, emphasizing your situation by gesturing circles with your finger. "So don't get all pissy with me 'cause some guy is flirting with someone who's single in everyone's eyes!" You bark back at your boyfriend, your words calculated and shooting to kill.

"Stop being such a bitch, [Name]." Nate scowls, his eyes fixated on yours. He's back to his cool and collected self; not a good sign.

"Make. Me." You scowl back.

Without a second thought, Nate had already darted towards you; his hand grabbing your cheeks and forcing your face towards his, Nate's other hand resting on the wall above you in a fist. It was a blur, that's how fast the livid man was moving. Within milliseconds, Nate's lips were crashing against your own; his manly, rough hand squishing your cheeks to force your lips apart for him to explore your mouth with his tongue. The quarterback knew you like the back of his hand, his tongue toying with yours in a familiar rhythm, his other hand sliding down the wall to grab your waist; pulling your smaller frame into his massive, built body. Instinctively, your hands slide up Nate's body, feeling up the peaks and valleys of the jock's muscular abs and chest, then settling for gripping one hand on his shirt and another on his buff shoulder as you return the kiss. He must've just finished practice, his shirt damp with sweat and sticking to his bulging muscles. The steamy make-out session seemed to last forever; Nate's lips constantly pushed against your own, and his tongue practically colonised your mouth. But finally, the brunette broke away from you, his face just an inch away from yours as his rugged and uneven panting bounced off of your lips. Fuck. Nate looked so hot. You kept your eyes locked on his, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly as you waited for him to make another move. But Nate had other plans.

Abruptly, the close feeling of Nate's sweaty, jacked body on yours was gone - replaced by the cold, humid air of the locker room. You watched as Nate walked over to the shower cubicles, not moving to follow along.

"You fuckin' coming or what?" Nate probes as he turns to face you but keeps walking backwards into the cubicle; his poker face still in full effect, hiding the scorching anger and possessiveness beneath the surface.

With a roll of your eyes, you follow your boyfriend into the cubicle; shamelessly eyeing him up as he strips his varsity t-shirt off with one hand, his muscles flexing erotically. You follow suit and take off your top, but your hand is halted to a stop by your boyfriend's grip when you reach for your pants. You roll your eyes once more at Nate's childish behaviour but let him do what he wants; resulting in you being backed up once again against the shower door, Nate sliding down your pants and feeling up your thick thighs and ass. The two of you are back to making out, only that this time you're both naked - Nate gripping and kneading your asscheeks like dough, his large, rough hands juxtaposed against the smooth skin of your body. His tongue toyed with yours as small moans escaped your throat and were swallowed by Nate; his ego swelling up subconsciously, knowing that just kissing you is getting those sounds out of you. Wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's thick neck, your breath hitches in your throat at Nate's sudden lifting of your body - his strong arms holding your thighs up, your body squished between the shower cubicle and his buff body, Nate resting you on the hip so that he could grind into you as he kept passionately kissing you. Your arms tighten around Nate's neck, peaking down at him as your mouth continues to be dominated by the quarterback; your boner very obviously rubbing up on your boyfriend's six-pack as you let your body be taken over by excitement and lust.

Nate finally breaks the kiss. Forcing his lips away from yours and taking in the sight before him - his hot boyfriend panting like a dog in heat just from kissing him, a string of thick spit connecting your lips you his, and your face flushed light pink while your eyes glaze over lightly with tears and lust. You let out a whine as Nate starts to kiss your neck. Targeting the spots that he knows make your mind go numb, that will make you let out the noises Nate jerks off to. Mewl after whine leaves your lips, quiet but definitely there; the sounds you make and the way you move your head and contort your face, it's all so fucking hot to Nate. You can feel as the well-endowed man goes from gentle grinds of his dick to full-on dry-humping you - the feeling of his huge dick poking against your ass, it's one that you're now able to recognize within a second.

"You want this dick? Want me to fuck you right now? Stop being such a little bitch 'n I'll fuck you good, babe" Nate lightly grunts out against your skin as he continues to gently mark you.

"Ha ha... Seems like you want it more than me, sweetheart~" you tease

"You're so fucking difficult" Nate mumbles, making a point to bite your collarbone a little harder

"H-ah! -You fucking love it" you grunt out, the (pleasurable) bite interrupting what was meant to be a quick-witted reply.

After a little more foreplay, Nate's patience had finally worn thin; his dick was about to explode from how pent-up he was. So once Nate was satisfied with the state of your upper body (that being: your neck, shoulders and nipples being covered in hickeys and bite marks), he made his move. Nate manhandled into somehow only holding you up with one of his arms (holy shit this man is scary strong) and began undoing his pants with his free hand; dropping his draws as quickly yet as effortlessly as he could. With his Calvin Klein's and jeans around his ankles, Nate slipped a condom on easily and lined his 8-inch monster up to your hole; his tip pressing against your entrance, a feeling all too familiar to the both of you - you two fuck like it's a hobby! With no warning at all, in a jealous attempt at getting you back for being a flirt, Nate thrust his hips up into yours; his dick forcing all the way inside of you. Thank god that condoms come pre-lubed - 'cause HOLY SHIT THAT HURT. You yelp in pain and instinctively bite your boyfriend's muscular shoulder; stifling your moans of pleasure and trying to distract from the pain. Your eyes immediately flushed red, glazing over with tears as the sting of Nate's girthy, long dick pried your walls apart. Even with the condom on, you could still clearly feel Nate's veins, his dick pushing against your walls so snuggly that without even trying, the man was pressing against your prostate already. Your hands gripped the brunette's biceps harshly, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to register the intense feelings of pain and pleasure combining and co-attacking your brain. But you don't have very long to try and get used to your boyfriend's absolute weapon, 'cause he can only be so nice - thirty seconds of holding back is more than enough! He's still fucking seething mind you! Nate's jealousy is only getting grander, rather than lessening at the feeling of fucking you; he felt even more possessive, even more jealous, like a wild animal resource guarding what his.

Moans escape your throat involuntarily. Groans, pants, and whines getting forced out of your throat from the sheer impact of Nate's hips against your ass. Your legs tighten around your boyfriend's small yet muscular waist, your arms having moved from gripping Nate's arms back to wrapping around his neck; visible scratch marks forming all over the jock's massive, buff back. Nate's one arm is holding you up against the shower cubicle as his other hand is slammed against the door above your head; his fucking massive, rough, sweaty palm against the cold plastic cubicle door being the only thing kind of grounding the sex-crazed version of Nate in the moment. As his dick thrusts in and out of your tight, warm hole, Nate keeps mumbling different mantras to himself; nursing his bruised ego, the only thing he can think about is being you with other guys. A carousel of 'mine... all mine, mine, mine', '[Name]...', and 'fuckin' belong t'me' being on loop as your boyfriend fucks you like a mad man. The few moments of silence Nate did have were due to him going back to marking up your body as he continues to fuck you silly. His strong, sharp incisors pressing against your soft neck; sometimes much too harshly.

"Fuck! NATE you're biting too hard!" You shout, pissed off at the man. But your anger doesn't last very long, it can't when your boyfriend's thick dick is assaulting your prostate every other second; sending insane waves of pleasure through your core, and most importantly: your dick.

Your legs dangled on either side of Nate's waist; feet bouncing in rhythm with each one of the quarterback's hard thrusts. You didn't even have to hold yourself up anymore (not that you even could from the fucking you were getting), Nate's arms were able to hold your weight easily, and you were also literally squished up between the wall and Nate's sweaty, ripped body. You could feel Nate getting closer to orgasm, his usual tells showing up like usual; his eyes forcing shut as he focused on keeping his pace, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his kisses getting softer and softer, despite his pace getting rougher and rougher. Finally, Nate was pushed over the edge - or more so he was fucking lobbed over the edge from the intensity of his orgasm. The brunette was moaning louder than usual, your name falling off of his tongue more than normal, amongst his usual 'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck's. You weren't too far behind, between Nate's constant pounding into your prostate and the fucking HOT sight before you, it didn't take you more than a minute to follow suit and shoot your load onto your chest and Nate's. That man always made you cum untouched. He had the skills but it was mostly the way Nate looked that pushed you over the edge most of the time; c'mon, he always looked so hot fucking you like his life depended on it! And this time it was no different! His muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat, Nate's arm flexing as he continued to hold himself up, his damp armpit hair showing ever so slightly; he just always looked so fucking manly, Nate really was your ideal guy...

"Haaa... Haa.... See? Don't need dick from any other guy- haaa- so stop being such a tease and fucking stop flirting with other guys" Nate grunted out. His voice rugged, panting as he tried to regain his breath.

"hngggg.... fuck~ I wasn't flirting! I'll tell guys to back off when you tell them that I'm your boyfriend" you retort, your breath still uneven and pleasure still tingling throughout your body.

Nate chuckles and looks into your eyes for a moment. You can tell he's thinking, something he rarely fucking does, but you don't know what thoughts are running through his head exactly. But here's a little snipped:

'Fuck I love him so much... FUCK WHY DO I LOVE HIM'

'He's mine. My boyfriend. Don't give a fuck about what people think'

'Shit... I do care what others think'

'Fuck it.'

'No'

'Yes'

'No'

'YES'

"Fine... Whatever you want, gorgeous~" Nate mumbles with the smallest smirk, and then leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

You smile back at him, hands gently cupping his face, and whisper a soft 'good'.

Bonus:

Nate's room was like your second home. You were there every other day, either sleeping 'round or just to hang out for a bit. Contrary to popular belief, your relationship with Nate wasn't all sex! You two did have a pretty wholesome relationship! It's just that you both loved having sex with each other as well, so most of the time something sexual was bound to happen.

Like any other day, you were in Nate's room. Your hunk of a boyfriend at his desk playing whatever fps he was into at the moment, and you on his bed scrolling mindlessly. Finally having had enough of your phone, you make your way over to Nate, wanting some attention as always. You rest your arms around his neck and hug your boyfriend from behind, head resting against his shoulder as you mumble an 'I'm bored' into his ear. You watch as Nate finishes his round, his long fingers gliding over the controller; why the fuck was it turning you one...?! Once he's put his game away, Nate takes your hand and has you stand between his legs, looking up at you from his gaming chair with a soft, very small smile.

"What's up?" he asks.

Your hands instinctively cup your boyfriend's cheeks. His sharp jaw resting in your palms as he closes his eyes. You admire the man in front of you, his messy hair, his attractive features, but mostly how different he's become since you met him; he's so much kinder, less hurt than he seemed before.

"Just wanted some attention" you mumble, biting your bottom lip ever so slightly as you keep admiring Nate.

"Well... Depends what kind of attention ya want~" Nate teases, his typical horny smirk plastering across his face as his big, manly hands slide up the back of your thighs and reach your ass. Nate gently holds your plump cheeks in his rough hands, gently squeezing as he looks up at you expectantly.

"What did you have in mind, baby?" You playfully respond, knowing that the pet name had an effect on your boyfriend.

Nate pats his lap and gestures for you to sit, which you do. His hands keep cupping your ass as Nate's lips make their way to yours; soft kisses, the kind that really make you feel at ease. Nate slips his fingers under your waistband and slowly slides your shorts and underwear under your cheeks; gripping them softly and spreading them as he continues to softly kiss you. Bringing a hand up to your face, Nate gestures at you to suck on them; doing this by obscenely poking his cheek with his tongue as he smiles with his eyes. You do as you're told, too lazy to put up your usual battiness.

After a brief moment of sucking on your boyfriend's two fingers as if they were his cock, Nate takes them out of your mouth and brings them back down to your hole. It's a feeling you're used to; one that you particularly enjoy. Hey! Nate's good with his fingers, what can ya do? As the two of you continue your previous kiss, Nate's fingers slowly push past your rim; your tight hole accepting them with ease. Knuckle deep, Nate reaches your prostate immediately, causing you to break the kiss and let out a small, quiet moan. Nate chuckles as you rest your head on his shoulder, gripping onto his sweatshirt as the quarterback continues to work your prostate to perfection; drawing out muffled moans and whimpers despite your best efforts to hold them in.

Just as things were getting good, your dick twitching against Nate's abs as the man milks your prostate, you hear the door to his room open... Nate's dad walks in, acting like nothing was going on; because he couldn't see Nate's finger's knuckle deep inside of you. All that poor man could see was his son's boyfriend hugging his son in his lap - perfectly normal! Nate tries to play it cool but scrambles to get his dad out of his room as you try not to move; wanting to die the whole time. But as soon as Nate's dad left the room, that delayed orgasm hit you like a brick wall~

[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."

[cowboybeepboop]

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. 

​

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.

[furofafawn]

dusk — jacob black ౨ৎ˚₊ 

pairing: jacob black x fem!reader word count: 702 a/n: i've never posted my work before so please bare with me & let me know if there's anything i should do differently :0 summary: short fluffy smut one-shot thing i wrote to test this page out. oral (fem recieving).

your eyes meet the window of your dimly-lit bedroom, the grey clouds overhead constantly promising rain. since moving to the little town of forks eight months ago, you can’t seem to escape it—and you can’t seem to escape jacob black either.

you had been friends with him when you were little, since your father and his father were friends, but when you moved back to your hometown seventeen years later he was very excited to see you again. you never expected for it to go this way. you never expected to fall in love with him.

finally, your eyes meet his. jacob is kneeling before you, his hands holding your bare knees and his thumbs rubbing loving circles into your skin. he’s got a love-struck expression on, staring into your eyes like you’re something to be admired as you stand half-naked in front of him.

and god knows he wants you. you see it in his eyes.

jacob breathes your name quietly. hopefully. indirectly asking your permission before he goes through with what you both know he wants to do. you smile, running your right hand through his short, black hair before nodding at him. you always found it funny how he likes to act so damn tough around his friends. you know that the moment you're with him, alone, he melts.

the nod is all he needs. jacob swallows, his eyes moving from your eyes to your body before he leans in and starts pressing kisses to your thighs, and your pelvis, focusing entirely on you. during the day, he can worry about the pack and about what sam thinks of him all he wants. at night, he’s yours. he is fully devoted to you.

you sigh quietly, the pleasure beginning to build in your lower stomach as his hands slide up toward your thighs, gripping them just a little bit tighter. your jeans and underwear bunch around your ankles, giving him all the room he needs for when suddenly his mouth connects to your pussy, beginning to swirl around and suck on you eagerly. jacob moans against you muffledly, enjoying your taste.

you moan gently and gasp his name, your grip tightening around his hair. it would be a miracle if he still had any of it by the end of this.

jacob grins against you. he's happy doing this, giving you all the pleasure he can. and you’re definitely happy to be on the receiving end.

“taste s’good.” he murmurs, the vibration of his voice against your throbbing pussy making you bite your lip. your thighs tremble around his head, evoking a quiet laugh from jacob, a little muffled-sounding against your clit. you look down at him and he’s got that stupid grin on his face that lets you know he’s real damn pleased with himself.

he pulls away, glancing at your pussy and then up at your face.

“i got you. c’mon.” he whispers before attaching his mouth right back onto you, hands holding onto your hips now. his eyes flutter shut as he laps you up. every little move and gesture he makes causes the pleasure building in your gut to reverberate, time and time again. he takes his time with you. he savours you.

soon, the warm pleasure you had been experiencing increases tenfold and you're grabbing at his head, feeling him move it back and forth to give you just that little bit more. you moan and whine as it all washes over you and for a second there, you swear you’ve seen heaven.

jacob smirks happily, his eyes rolling back just a little bit. he’d never admit how much he loves when you grip his hair just like that.

“yes..”, he murmurs against you blissfully. “come..”

jacob rides out your orgasm with you, continuing to eat you out until you’ve come down from it and then, only then, does he finally pull away.

he’s smiling. damn him and his contagious smile. with a soft and satisfied laugh, you kneel down to meet him on the floor as he grabs your hands and kisses you. he loves you loudly and proudly.

after a moment, he finishes the kiss with a pleased giggle and presses his forehead against yours. something about the way that jacob is smiling lazily at you lets you know that this will certainly not be a one-time occurrence.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Jacob Black (1/10)

AN: Come for the Jacob, stay for the Edward who is equally as important to the plot.

WC: 4.1k

“I’m Edward,” the man beside her greeted with a polite smile.

R couldn't help but nurture her school-girl style crush. She’d always seen him from a distance and quietly admired, not his good-looking appearance exclusively, but the way he did not let the objectification and judgement of others bother him.  She sat next to him in the lab. Her fourth semester in and they had never interacted, much less spoken to one another; but that wasn’t surprising, as R was an environmental science and art double major while he was a music and chemistry major and somehow less present at school than anyone else on campus.

She broke out of her stupor as she felt his impatience for a reply start to grow.

“Ah - sorry. I was spaced out. I’m R,” she answered, curtly nodding and smiling. “I don’t mean to be weird - I’m sorry. It’s just that I never imagined we’d share a class.”

"Do you imagine me often?” 

He seemed to almost be teasing, almost flirtatious and amused. R’s cheeks lit on fire and she abashed her gaze. She was glad the professor for marine biology drew everyone’s attention by flicking off the light and beginning a power point. R did not make eye contact with him for the rest of class, but she could feel his occasionally flickering gaze.

At lunch, she met up with her friend group and pretended the encounter had not happened for a moment, even though she knew that Jessica - the Cullens’ number one fangirl - would be seething with curiosity. R always felt somewhat left out of her Forks College friend group, or just the college in general. Although she publicly put on an over-the-top hippy persona and style, she was not a naturally outgoing and ‘chill’ - person; that was mostly fabricated and only genuine with Angela, who shared her interests and wasn’t as satisfied by socialization fueled by gossip.

“Another year has started of wishing Edward would notice me,” Jess sighed. “At this rate, though, I’d take anything I could get.”

R hummed. “Well, maybe you could try talking to him.”

“Are you crazy? He’d probably just ignore me.”

“I’m sure he’s nicer than he puts off. It probably doesn’t help that everyone just sees him as a piece of meat,” R insisted.

Jessica raised a brow at the implication while Angela giggled, nudging R’s elbow as a warning.

R remembered how kind Jessica was in high school, but once college hit and she was rejected form everywhere but her own town despite being a valedictorian and having an incredible resume, she became more and more boy-crazy, shallow, and jaded. It was a shame. Nobody dared bring it up though, as she was the tether to the social group.

 The woman tuned out the rest of her friend group. She was happier at college and in her new home just outside of town, but it was the between hours that she dreaded, wether it be desperately hoping for tips while waitressing or - a recently established task - taking her recently moved little sister to and from her nine to five office job that she was temporarily stationed at while deciding what to do with her life.

Mom and stepdad hit the road and sent Bella up here, and just like she always had, taken her place. Her room, her father’s attention, and her additional financial help as a struggling college student when she was already that before. She was sure the list would only grow.

R tried not think about it. She became aware of the usual hush the entered the dining hall when the Cullens walked in. But instead of ignoring it like usual, she glanced up and made eye contact with Edward.

He smiled and waved at her. She smiled and waved back.

That small notion did not go unnoticed. Jessica and Mike stared the hardest at her as she twisted back around and tried to dive back into her meal unnoticed. She quirked a brow as they stared.

“What?”

“You know what,” Jess huffed.

“We sit next to each other in marine biology,” R defended. “It’s only natural to talk to who sits next to you.”

Jessica perked up and mumbled about adding a class to her workload. R was able to sneak away to sit outside for a moment and birdwatch with Angela. Her first day back for her junior yer had been more exciting than she thought, and it wasn’t from freshmen boys making a statement by being outright with the timid girls.

R felt as though her day had blurred past, as it wasn’t until she pulled up to Bella’s place of work at the post office and did not see her come out that she felt in her own skin again, but from irritation.

She reached for her phone before remembering yesterday when R and Bella went to the local diner to rekindle their familial bonds. R had asked for her cell number and Bella told her she would give it to her tomorrow on the drive there. But she had forgotten, and now R had call Charlie.

“Hey, dad,” R said,” do you know where Bella is? I’m here at the post office but she’s not here.”

“Oh - I picked her up,” Charlie muttered. “Bella didn’t text you? We’re eating eating dinner if you’d like to join.”

“I have work, dad. You know I always work evenings after school to keep my weekend free.”

“Ah - well, uh - just make sure to ask for her cell next time you see her. Be sure to pick her up tomorrow.”

R hung up. She felt dramatic as she sat alone in that car parking lot, wanting to bash her skull on the steering wheel. Angry tears threatened to escape. That dynamic - no matter how much objectively more impressive R was, Bella was always the favorite child. She remembered the divorce battle - a fight for custody over Bella while her mother just let Charlie have her without a fight. And now, even in adulthood, Bella was an unmotivated and socially outcasted person who had no idea what she wanted for her future. No friends, no boyfriend, no outstanding talents or skills. R had always been the smart and sociable and talented child. Most notably, she painted with oils and watercolor, taking inspiration from her home away from home, the tribe. She also knew a couple of instruments like the guitar and flute and had been athletic on top of that, doing cross-country in high school. She worked hard for the life she thought every parent would praise or at least acknowledge - the social and professional desirability.

There was just something about Bella that made her parents love her more. And Bella moving here, Charlie kicking her out of the house essentially to make room for the dead-end child to be pampered, felt like reseting all of her mental health progress she made in managing the inferiority complex.

Bella wasn’t even a problem child; the only problem was that she didn’t do anything. If she had been, R would have understood it more, but she was always left with confusion.

R shook herself out pf her head and rang up Jacob instead.

The phone rang suspiciously long before Jacob picked up. She heard clanging in the background. “Hey,” he exclaimed eagerly. “Where are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not here for dinner at your dad’s place. What, he didn’t tell you?”

“…I guessed I missed the memo. I wasn’t told anything.”

“Huh,”Jacob huffed. “Well, Billy is here too. I guess you still have work, though.”

Ever since she was a child, Jacob had always been there for her, attached at the hip. She felt seen and acknowledged. Jacob was so warm and kind, but he especially was to her. Although Angela was a close first, he was the first and the best friend that she’d ever had. He listened to her every thought, eagerly remarked about every painting, and was always a shoulder to cry on when she was stressed. She had bore her soul to him and he had done the same.

R sighed. “It’s alright. Want to come over after work?”

“Yeah! I hope I can rope dad into lending me the car afterwards,” he chuckled. “You know how tight he is about curfew these days. I bet he knows about, y’know.”

“I’d be more worried about them carrying on so long you’re stuck there all night!”

“I doubt it. Your sister already seems fed up with all the questions Billy is giving, and I’m pretty sure Charlie’s trying to pawn me off as a source of friendship.”

R felt a pang of jealousy but pushed it down. Jacob knew how she felt about her family. Although he is kind, he is loyal above all else, and he wouldn’t dare make genuine friends with the girl, even if Bella probably needed the motivation to some degree (if Bella even cared to make friends with him in the first place).

“Well, have at it. I have to get to work.”

“Okay. Love you, R.”

“Love you too, Jake.”

It almost felt like something staged, she pondered as she rolled up to work. As though Charlie had chosen to eat at home this one night to avoid including R in a family dinner, even if she had to be the server. She resented her parents and rekindling why didn’t help. 

The evening came to an end as R closed up and counted her tips. She had been given more than usual, as word got around in a small town about Bella making room in Charlie’s place and her moving out.

She headed home. Jacob was not there yet. But she had done work ahead of time in cloning a house key for him. Her home was small, quaint, and somewhat rundown, even if she decorated it the best she could. It was one story, one bedroom, and one bathroom. The kitchen and the living room were hardly separated and there were only a few closets. Granted, R didn’t have many things other than what she got for herself, which was mainly art supplies, so the place was not cluttered.

She turned on the TV to the nature channel and pulled out her medically assigned weed (for acute anxiety, depression and insomnia) and started puffing. She received a call in the midst of her calming high, slow to pick up, having to focus intently on it.

“Hey,” she muttered. She knew who called. “You able to hang tonight?”

“Sorry, no,” Jacob sighed irritably. “Dad said it would be rude to come hang out with you and not have Bella join since she doesn’t have friends here.”

“Damn. Want me to pick you up?”

“No, don’t waste the gas,” he insisted. “You saw the wreck of a motorcycle I picked up. Soon enough, I’ll have it refurbished enough that I can come to you.”

“Dream on, Jake. You’re talented with that stuff, but every part of it was rusted.”

“I’ll show you,” he snickered fondly. “Have a good night, though. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~

The smell of dew crept in through the cracked car window. R didn’t always have a car - it was a recent gift from Charlie under the agreement that she’d be Bella’s chauffeur. R could not recall a single gift that did not mimic such an agreement - paying for college? It was reluctantly done from Bella’s college savings account they made for her before she seemed to reject college. Living with Charlie throughout it? She wouldn’t have kept her bedroom. It would have been shared with Bella if she hadn’t left. Any birthday gifts? They were hardly knowledgable about what she would want unless if she told them the day before.

Hell, even high school graduation had been about Bella.

Her sister hopped into the car without her noticing. R sent her a tense smile, trying not to show her frustration. R would have appreciated Bella as family if Bella hadn’t ignored her for most of her life. She was consistently reclusive to everyone, though, so she didn’t take their dwindling connection after the divorce to heart.

“How was your first day of work?” 

“It was good. You?”

“College is nice,” R answered. “You know, not that it’s fine to go through life without it, if you ever want a degree Forks is nice. Plus, uh, me and my friends would be there to support you.”

A polite smile met Bella’s lips as she nodded. “Thanks.”

The conversation lulled to an end before it had even began. R’s eyes were glued to the road as an aversion for the atmosphere. It wasn’t tense or uncomfortable, but it was awkward.

“You look nice,” Bella suddenly spoke up as they pulled into the post office parking lot. “I like the skirt.”

R sent her a smile. “Thanks, Bella. You do, too. Have fun. I’ll see you later.”

Bella left and R was off to school. Being with Bella was strange. It felt worse than driving with a total stranger - any hopes of a relationship blossomed with a new contact, while with Bella, who she’d known her whole life, had regressed the formula.

Her thoughts shifted from the environment she was entering. She thought about Edward, more specifically. Perhaps it was a hope of romance for herself, but Edward reminded her of Jacob if he was introverted and far more intimidating. 

Once upon a time in her teenage years she had harbored a crush on Jacob but never spoke of it, even long after the fleeting feelings faded. Perhaps the same had happened to him at some point, like two ships passing in the night. It was probably common between friends for that long. 

But Edward was new and enticing, and that wasn’t just from his lack of attainability. In a way, he felt relatable. Always observed but without anyone taking the time to understand him. That felt edgy to think, though.

R parked the car near the building. She was quick to gather her art supplies, looking forward to the day ahead of her. While the odd days held the more difficult stem and environmental classes, the even ones were the days she looked forward to - longer class periods, yes, but a blissful environment of painting brushes and skimming paper. Her favorite art professor - of which taught both the pottery and the realism class - believing in doing more than talking.

 As she entered the classroom, her heart skipped a beat. At the back of the classroom, already whirring on a wheel with a lump of clay in his hands, manually pushing the pump with his foot and molding it. She noticed the professor already noticed and watched from a distance. More students filed the classroom with R and she decided to sit down next to Edward again.

“Hello, I’m R,” she teased quietly.

Edward smiled and glanced upward. “Hello. I’m Edward.”

“What are you making?”

"I don’t particularly know yet,” he admitted. “I was fiddling around until class started, I suppose.”

“You seem talented. Have you done pottery before?”

“Here or there, although I’m not particularly skilled.”

“Me neither. My talents for art lay elsewhere. In all honesty, I’ve been putting this class off. I’m not very good with using my hands.”

“What are your talents?” he inquired, slowly letting the wheel stop and sitting up, turning his entire body posture toward her. He seemed  so attentive. For a moment, R felt understood, and her smile became far more genuine.

“I like to paint nature with oils, pastels, watercolor. I like anything that feels earthier by nature. Maybe it’s weird, but I despite pencils or pens. Hell, even for taking notes I use a fountain pen.”

“I noticed. You’re also in environmental science.”

“Yes. I don’t know if you always grew up here, but I did. The nature is beautiful. I’m also close friends with the local native tribe and I take inspiration from their environment. The art work and culture and lifestyle is far more beautiful than anything I could come up with myself.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. I hope to see some of your work sometime.”

The conversation ended there rather abruptly. R noticed a change in demeanor. Jacob almost seemed apprehensive all of a sudden. Not unfriendly toward her, no, but reluctant to converse. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Perhaps she had talked too much.

Class began. R felt enriched and focused on the professor as she showed them the wheel and how to manipulate the clay. The project for class was to simply mess around and attempt a bowl - the professor felt that art was intuitive, and while R typically agreed, this was no longer her wheel house, pun intended.

She huffed in frustration at her lump of clay, only somewhat stemming from its center to resemble a bowl. Other students, at least those who did not take the class for fun, were thriving and far ahead. And beside her, Edward was skillfully making many recognizable shapes of bowls, simply being pick yon which he preferred.

“I think it would look better as a deeper soup bowl,” R blurted nervously. “I mean - assuming ramen is as much of a staple of your diet as it is for mine.”

He chuckled, easily morphing the shape and stropping the wheel. “You’re right. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”

R felt a blush crawl up her cheeks and she turned her attention away. As she focused her energy on the wheel with frustration, Edward’s hands drifted into view.

“May I?”

“Of course,” she invited, about to pull her hands away. 

However, Edward placed his hands on top of hers firmly. He was so incredibly cold. It was the opposite of Jacob, who was always a burning furnace. It was oddly refreshing, especially in the humid late august weather.

“First,” he guided softly, maneuvering R’s fingers to glide inward to make a circle in the center,” you have to draw your fingers deeper and outward to create a starting shape, like this.”

R gulped, feeling heat rise despite his frown fingertips. They mashed together carefully, and she swore she almost felt a tremble. She gulped and watched as his fingers graciously formed a  thickly round bowl.

“From here, you almost pinch it to pull it upwards and give it a firmer shape.”

Moments later, he had made a similar bowl to his, although not without some imperfections due to R’s almost poisonous touch. R watched in awe and felt the occasional glance from curious classmates, but she was so absorbed with his graceful movements, each filled with careful intention. She smiled widely as Edward pulled his hands away.

“Now you have a bowl.”

“Thank you,” she exclaimed in awe. “I don’t think I believe ‘here or there’ anymore. I think I With the learned technique she swirled so then it was a squiggly line around the top, or like curvy coral. She was pleased with the shape, even haunting the wheel to carefully press two holes meant for chopsticks.

She grinned and motioned proudly with her hands. “I dare say I did a good job,” she joked.

Edward did not take it as one, smiling warmly. “Yes, you did.”

~~~

R felt as though she was glowing the rest of the day. It did not feel as much of a school girl crush anymore - she was right in liking Edward. He was kind and charming. Even with his frigid body temperature, he now exuded a friendly warmth to him. Even as friends, R would be satisfied. A friend like him would be lucky.

She left school that evening after a quick club activity at clay club (although she now unlocked a skill with the wheel, she was always keen to make small trinkets an poorly made sculptures). R felt like her normal self, focused on her personal life rather than the quiet drama of her family life. 

The post office doors opened as she pulled up to the entrance. Bella seemed as withdrawn as usual as she hopped in, almost defeated and tired. However, from her wonderful day, she hardly felt the atmosphere weigh her down.

“How was it today?” R chirped.

Bella seemed caught off guard but tried her best to match the energy. “It was good. I like doing repetitive tasks like mail sorting. There’s never nothing to do, at least.”

“Are you looking into getting a permit? I can teach you the ropes sometime. I hear that the delivery drivers make a little more and you could listen to music that way.”

She smiled at the invitation. “You could? You seem so busy, though.”

“Of course. Consider it helping me since I could be in the passenger seat once you have a permit.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do that.”

“There’s not much to study. I actually used a website that just ran through all the questions. You can use that.”

“Okay.” Bella fell silent and R almost felt a sense of defeat. She had just barely touched the surface of her little sister. However, Bella did her best in continuing the conversation. “What classes do you have?”

“I’m taking a lot of fun ones this semester. Marine biology, pottery, realism, grass - yes, a class on grass -, and one about general environmental sustainability. That one’s a little boring since it’s all about windmills and solar panels and stuff.”

“Which is your favorite?”

R thought fondly of Edward, blushing. “I think pottery.”

“I thought you did painting and stuff, though.”

“Yes, but I’m happy about branching out. It’s fun and relaxing and there’s cute boy I like.”

Bella grinned. “What is he like?”

“His name is Edward,” R answered. “We have marine biology too, but can’t talk as much there. We sit next to each other for both, though. He’s introverted but very charming and kind. He’s kind of the school’s unattainable heartthrob, you could say. I’m not the only one that thinks he’s cute, but at least I’m one of the few he’s talking to at the moment.”

“That’s nice.”

“Do you have any interest in dating?”

“Not in boys at least,” she replied timidly. 

“So girls?”

Bella nodded sheepishly and turned to look out the window. “Please don’t mention that, though. I don’t think mom would be happy. She’s worried she won’t have any grandchildren.”

“I won’t.”

R felt a warmth spread through her. “I still haven’t gotten your number. You can put it in my phone now.”

Bella did so and conversation ended, but on a far lighter and warmer note. R swore this was the first real conversation they had had in over a decade. Although it barely scratched the surface of a closeness siblings ought to have, it felt like a start to something. R tried not to get her hopes up, though. Bella was known for being withdrawn and rather moody and this could be her in an extroverted mood. 

R rolled up to the house. “I’ll see you tomorrow. But hey, are you interested in going up to Port Angeles this weekend? My treat. We could go shopping or see a movie. There’s a lot of personable small businesses for clothes and books and the like.”

“Maybe.” She paused. “I think I would like that. Would dad be joining?”

“You can invite him if you’d like, but I was thinking us girls. You know he’s always on the clock.”

“Yeah, okay.”

They bid each other farewell. R reflected on the nature of their relationship in the past; she had always been the one to reach out until Bella’s responses via email or phone calls would just fade away. Putting so much effort into something one-sided always felt exhausting so she had given up. This felt like a new leaf, but she wasn’t sure it would last.

She thought about high school graduation. Her mother and stepdad didn’t make the trip because Bella had a fever, which had felt like a cop-out. They didn’t visit afterwards or send gifts. Her mom only called briefly to congratulate her. And once the tables were turned and Bella graduated, Charlie and her flew out. There was a party thrown and gifts given. R was angry then, spiteful, but did remember that Bella had a phase of making an effort afterwards.

Although unspoken, it seemed even Bella was aware of the favoritism at the time.

[bigtreefest]

Tangled Up

Pairing: Andy Barber x Soft!Dark Reader

Summary: Andy has no idea how he’s found himself so quickly tangled up in your web. And your basement…

Word count: 2,756

Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, dark themes including but not limited to kidnapping and isolation, restraints and interrogation, noncon/dubcon, emotional manipulation and humiliation, forced and semi- dom/sub dynamics, kissing, smut, grinding and pussyjob, p in v unprotected sex, cum tasting, mentions of starvation, swears

A/N: I’m SO EXCITED for you all to read this! This reader is a certified feral loony and such a blast to think about. Made in collaboration with @brandycranby

Comments, reblogs, and asks are especially appreciated!

Dividers by @ghoulbloggerrr

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Andy roused from a restless slumber fully confused and disoriented. His head was pounding, eyes crusty, hair matted to his forehead likely from a stress dream he couldn’t remember now, despite the way the cortisol still flowed through his bloodstream. Everything around him was unfamiliar, yet he’d memorized the barren surroundings in the couple days he’d been trapped in this basement. At least he thought it’d been a couple days. Time seemed irrelevant now.

He never thought it would happen so quickly, having been solitary for so much of his life. Before, being alone meant peace, but since the divorce, and a couple days with such few creature comforts, he realized that wasn’t the case.

He moved to run a hand over his face in thought, in an attempt to clear off his brow so he could focus a little better, but winced from the pull at his tender wrist. That’s right, the man with the goatee tied him up pretty tight. His back was slightly arched, shoulders digging in uncomfortably to the backrest of what he assumed to be a dining chair. His lower half was nearly numb from the worn cushion underneath him, tailbone growing sore. He attempted to adjust, just to remember his ankles were restrained, too which yanked him back down to the hard wood.

The hiss Andy let out mixed with the vague sounds of footsteps upstairs. It just barely made it through the soundproof walls, but was easily picked up through the deafening silence. That must’ve been what had woken him, they were coming. You were coming.

His body went stiff as a board at that, no longer groggy, but fully at attention. This would be the time to fight back. Maybe he could finally convince you to return him to his bachelor pad, to his life.

Andy sat in anxious anticipation. In seconds that felt like hours with the way his heart was in his throat, the door at the top of the steps cracked open, golden hour sunlight bouncing off of the drywall and towards his eyes through the double glass doors of his cell, the first non-fluorescent glow to hit him in eons. Andy had never been one to stop and admire the sunset, except maybe on vacations with Laurie, but now, he’d give anything for a glimpse of the sky. Because that would mean freedom. Freedom from this place that he still couldn’t quite understand that he found himself. It was gone too soon as the door clicked shut.

He watched as your bare feet padded down the steps, tantalizingly slow, revealing bare legs under a short, silk robe. Warm food steamed in a low-brimmed bowl that balanced on your hand, the other holding a glass of water with a straw. Your eyes were focused on the next step until you reached the bottom, finally looking up to meet his gaze. It was so beautiful, so blue, but so full of turmoil. You smiled, seeing him in all of his glory, finally in your house.

Your slow stalk towards him was diverted to the basement bathroom to grab a washcloth, before you resumed your walk to the airlock. As you made your way through the double doors, a smirk broadened your lips at the sight of Andy tied up in the center of the room. Unable to do anything but be at your mercy. You set the bowl of food and glass of water down beside his chair and sat sideways on his lap, placing a gentle hand on his cheek as your eyes roved over his face, taking stock of every detail. At your touch, Andy turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut, causing your face to scrunch in disappointment.

“Andy, honey, let me clean you up.”

He moved just barely enough to shake his head as you lifted your other hand to his face, firmly guiding him to look towards you once more. He opened his eyes again to be met with a soft look.

“That’s better, now, isn’t it?”

You began to wipe off his eyes and forehead, doing your best to clean him up. Andy’s breath picked up as his lips parted.

“I want to go home.”

Your hands froze, just about to tousle his hair, cupping his beard instead. As your eyes bored into his, all Andy saw was deep, deranged darkness behind them.

“You are home, silly. How many times do I have to tell you that? I’m going to take such good care of you, but you just have to let me. The more you learn about how to be a good husband, the more freedoms I’ll allow you, hm? Now, how about some dinner?”

Andy’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger, disgust as he stared you down, pulling at his restraints until he realized it was better to avoid the rope burn that was developing. But you didn’t seem to be bothered by that at all, setting down the washcloth and swapping it for the bowl of food, no longer steaming, but still warm. He could tell it by the way the scent surrounded him, and he hated that he thought it actually smelled good.

As you resettled in his lap, Andy found himself looking in the bowl, seeing gravy, speckled with bright orange carrots and something green, over rice.

You nestled in close, putting together a spoonful of the food and clocking his curiosity.

“It’s beef stew. Curtis is nearly famous for it. So savory, so delicious, and packed with love for this very special Valentine’s occasion. It’s a real treat.”

He was confused by your evident excitement with the dish. Were you trying to sell this to him? Poison him? What was the point? Who was Curtis? And it was already Valentine’s Day? Where had the time gone?

You held a bite up to his mouth, eyes sparkling, but your eyebrows gathered when you were met with sealed lips.

“Open up, Andy. It’s good. You’ve got to eat. Don’t want those plush swimmer’s muscles wasting away. That would be a shame!”

The tone of your voice was almost as shiny as the lipgloss you wore, making Andy’s stomach turn more. You attempted to make another bite, a smaller one of just rice, and put it to his lips again.

“C’mon. Just a little. He worked so hard on it!”

Andy opened his mouth and scraped the grains off the spoon with his teeth, chewing slowly and swallowing them down. Carbs were good, maybe that could fuel him for a few more days like this, and keep him in your good graces. Your face softened in satisfaction to the way he acquiesced and you held up another spoonful, which he promptly refused. You shrugged and set the bowl down, this time straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck when you came back.

Your tone was congratulatory, yet nonchalant, “One bite! That’s progress. I’m sure I’ll have you eating out of my hand soon enough.”

Andy looked up at the ceiling. Anywhere but at you and the way your silk robe had parted where your legs had spread, teasing what little fabric lied underneath.

A grumble emerged from his lips. A mere mumble you were hoping you didn’t catch correctly, as you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What was that?”

He directed his face towards you again, eyes sharp as his nose and jawline, a killing look almost.

“You’re sick.”

You threw your head back with a light laugh.

“Honey, I’m nothing of the sort. I just know what’s best for you, and that’s being here, with me.”

He shook his head, moving to gesture to the nearly empty room, only to be reminded of his restraints again.

“This? This….empty torture chamber!? This is what’s best for me? There’s nothing down here! It’s just some shitty IKEA rug over a concrete floor, blank walls, a mattress, and a prison bathroom!”

Your face flashed a hint of anger at his defiance before you steeled yourself quickly, replacing it with a look of concern.

“Well, there’s not much down here because I don’t want you hurting yourself, Andy pandy. You don’t know what’s best yet, I’m taking care of you. Once you learn how to behave, there’s no need for these precautions. You can have all sorts of trinkets and decorations eventually. And if you’re really good, maybe you can come upstairs and stay in bed with me.”

His jaw ticked at that. This wasn’t his home.

“I have a house. It has everything I need. People are looking for me! I’m sure it won’t be long.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and your head dropped to your chest, a low, dry laugh emanating from your throat before you shook your head and met his eyes that were full of faltering conviction.

“Andrew, no need to lie to me. We can be honest with each other.” Your voice was sickeningly sweet and dripping with feigned sympathy. “I know you live in a sad, lonely apartment. And that your name as Assistant District Attorney doesn’t get you as far as it once did. Especially with the way you fumbled into success on your last case.”

His nostrils flared with ire. He opened his mouth to respond, deny, but was met with your shushing finger.

“Let me finish. A little birdie told me that you’re going to be let go any day now, especially with the several days you haven’t shown up, without a single call! And then what are you to do? Wither in your bachelor pad, squandering your nice severance payments? It’s not like Laurie would jump to comfort you. But I would. So, be a good boy, and let me take it from here.”

Andy shuddered as you shuffled closer to him, his tight lips denying the kiss you pressed to them.

“Still gonna be difficult? We can move to dessert. I know you hardly had any dinner, but let me give you a taste of how sweet things could be for you, old man. Just relax and sit back.”

Behind his back, Andy’s hands gathered into fists and his teeth clenched together. He had a feeling what your agenda was, and it was solidified by what he saw as you shrugged the pink robe off of your shoulders. Underneath it lied a white, lacy teddy, adorned with small pink hearts all over. So darling and sweet, and innocent. It was nauseating, the image coming together in front of him. The honey that poured from your mouth and hugged the curves of your body, soured by your true intentions that bubbled below the surface.

You tentatively ground your hips in a circle over the dress slacks that he still wore, pleased as he struggled to contain a moan. No matter how much Andy tried to deny it, his body was betraying him, blood rushing south, gaze sucked into the sight of your breasts being pushed up near his face by the flimsy lace.

Your pleased expression couldn’t be hidden either as you continued to hump against him, your hands moving to rub up and down his chest through his dress shirt which was no longer pristine and pressed. As you smoothed some of the wrinkles, you felt the broad expanse of what was underneath.

With a simmering eagerness, you began to undo the buttons painstakingly slow, revealing his faded undershirt. Your fingertips gently, teasingly grazed over the ridges of his pecs, thumbs flicking his nipples, gracing your ears with a low growl from his throat. You bit your bottom lip in excitement at what you were able to pull from him already, leaning in to press a soft, rewarding kiss to the straining muscles of his neck. He really was so beautiful like this, so needy already.

His dick was pressing against your thigh almost insistently with every fluid motion you were making to brush over it, mirroring the growing impatience you felt rising within your belly. Without wasting another second, you scooted back to undo the zipper of Andy’s dress pants and reached your hand in, his cock immediately standing at attention, precum already leaking from the angry red tip.

You swiped it up with your finger and sucked it off between your lips, taking pride in the way Andy’s breaths continued to pick up.

Genuine elation was filling you at that. “Mmm, tastes so good. Gonna give me more?”

His pupils went wide and dark, nearly as much as yours. You could tell his protests were wavering, despite the wispy denial spilling past his lips.

“N-no. Stop. I-I don’t want this.”

Your hand lowered again to cup his cock against the lace that covered your pussy, hips grinding up and down his length. The pressure and pleasure was almost dizzying with how you could feel the ridge of the head nudge your clit. The thin lace was quickly becoming soaked.

As you looked up at Andy, his face was turned downward and to the side again, so your brought your hand up to his hold his jaw, lovingly brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek. You could tell he was biting the inside of his mouth to refrain from making any more noise, and you simply couldn’t have that.

You placed your forehead against his, speaking in the hot and humid air.

“I don’t believe you. I think you want more.”

You reached your fingertips under the gusset and pulled it to the side, revealing your bare, slick pussy, and pressed in closer, ground faster, watching as his cock was hugged between the lips. When your eyes flickered up to his again, his long eyelashes were brushing against his cheeks, gaze glued to the slick sight before him. It was the source of both his pleasure and his torture, and he evidently couldn’t get enough from the way his hips bucked into yours.

A wry grin graced your face as you took him in. A blush crept up his neck, and painted the tips of his ears. It was everything you wanted to see, but still not enough. You needed him to fully submit. To give in to just the beginning of the pleasure you knew you could give him. In your bounces over his lap, you inched yourself higher, his tip catching your entrance and slipping in with a delicious stretch, finally drawing a moan from the grumpy, stoic man.

It was all too much, all at once. The wet, tight warmth surrounding was him better than anything he’d felt in years. It only took a couple more bounces of your ass against his thighs, slaps muffled by his dress pants, for you to feel his dick twitch. You pulled him out just in time for his thick spend to coat your lower torsos, painting the innocent white material in sin. Andy whimpered, his orgasm torn from his grasp as you rubbed your clit to tip over the edge with him, the sight and sounds driving you towards bliss.

Drained to near exhaustion, he flopped forward as far as the restraints would allow him, straining every part of his body as it jerked and tensed beyond his will. His chest heaved, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, eyes squeezed shut in a whirl of feelings and emotions. Shame, fear, relief, confusion.

You giggled triumphantly at the scene, smiling with fulfillment of the first step of everything you wanted from Andy. You brought your lips to his forehead and placed a kiss, speaking softly against his dewy skin.

“See? I think that was really nice for both of us.”

You lingered there for a second, breathing in his scent.

“Jake will be down in a little bit with a change of clothes and to help you freshen up.”

You pushed yourself up out of his lap. Andy sat there stunned, still in shock with his head limp and facing the floor. As you gathered your robe and shrugged it on, you made your way to the airlock and entered the code to leave his room, turning back for one final look. Andy just barely glared at you through those long lashes, resenting the sweet smile you gave him once again, but the cloudiness penetrating his mind made him think it was maybe a little less so than he did an hour ago. You waved teasingly with your fingertips before gracing him with your parting words.

“Welcome home, Andrew. And happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bonus A/N: who fed us after midnight? Because we’ve become gremlins😈

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63

[g4yforethan]

dangerous

pairing: nate jacobs x male!reader

summary: nate spots reader at a party and invites them upstairs for some fun !

warnings: cursing, drinking, top!nate, bottom!reader

a/n: i hate nate jacobs but jacob elordi is so fine so i had to write himm ;)

your friends had invited you to a party on saturday night. you weren’t exactly in the mood to go out but they convinced you to go anyways. you wore a white tee and black jeans and drove with your friends to the party. when at the party, you went to go grab a drink in the kitchen. when doing so, you noticed someone eyeing you. it was nate jacobs. he always had an intimidating stare but this stare was different. he looked intrigued and desired you. “yo what got you here?” he says to you as he gets closer.

“oh nothing just here with some friends.” you quickly say while grabbing your drink. you try to leave which he notices and grabs your arm. “bro chill i’m not gon hurt you or anything like that. what’s your name even?” his hand still grabbing ahold of your arm. “uhh y/n. i’m in your english class.” he nods his head and let’s go of your arm. he takes another shot and slams the cup on the kitchen table. “why don’t we chill upstairs? your friends will be fine with it right?” you were confused as to why nate jacobs was asking you to hang out but you agreed.

as the party started to die down, the two of you went upstairs to the master bedroom. you sat down on the side of the bed and nate locked the door. he sat next to you and started to massage your thigh. “you know i never knew you were this pretty.” you started to blush and he took note of this. "uhh thanks. you know i kinda had a crush on you for the longest but i thought you were straight." you were scared that you said too much but he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "i go both ways." he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss. "fuck your lips taste so sweet." he moans as you massage his crotch and his dick starts to grow. he quickly unzips his pants and you get on your knees and put his dick in your mouth.

he moans and forces you to take his entire cock in your mouth. you pull out to breathe and he grabs your chin and kisses you on the lips. "fuck you look so pretty sucking my dick. you tryna do more?" you nod your head and he smiles. you pull your pants and lay on the bed with your back arched and ass facing towards him. he starts to lick and kiss your hole which leaves you body filled with pleasure and desire. "you like that baby boy?" you moan yes as he starts to tease your hole with his cock. he enters and goes slow at first grabbing your waist in the meantime. he leaves kisses all over your back as each stroke he gives becomes more passionate and stronger. he starts to pick up the pace and starts pulling your hair back. "that's right baby. take this dick." you start to moan and roll your eyes back as nate goes faster and faster.

"fuck im gonna cum." he pulls out and shoots his load all over your back. he lays back on the bed and looks at you with a smile on his face. he grabs your face and leaves a hickey on your neck. "you taste so good you know?" you blush at his comment. "thanks. i put on a good amount of cologne before coming here so." he laughs and gets up and puts his clothes back on. "i'll see you in english class y/n." he gives you one more kiss on the lips before leaving the room.

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Nate: "Come take a shower with me."

Y/N: "No thanks. Why don't you see if Maddy is free?"

[slasherslittlesimp]

Jacob Black/Jasper Hale- Soulmates or Not Part 2

As you slowly regain consciousness, the first thing you hear are people arguing. Your eyes flutter open and as you look to the side, you see Jacob practically up in Edward's face, the wolf boy looking incredibly pissed.

"You nearly killed them!" Jacob points towards you as he yells at the vampire.

"I did what you asked me to." Edward defends himself, not looking nearly as bothered as Jacob does. "What matters is that they're still alive and that they didn't change."

"You're lucky. If they had died, or even worse turned into a damn leech, I would've killed you." Jacob growls. You can't help but to snort in disbelief at that, pulling everyone's attention towards you as they realize you're awake. Jacob is the first to rush over to you, taking your hand in his as he looks at you with surprising concern. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got ran over by a truck, and then backed over again." You grumble, pulling your hand from his as you attempt to sit up. "What happened?"

Jacob's expression quickly turns from concern to anger. "What happened is that you handed yourself over to a damn leech! What the hell were you thinking going off on your own like that?! You could've died!"

"Why do you care?" You glare at him, watching as he flinches slightly. "Last I checked you didn't want anything to do with me."

"You're my imprint!" He argues.

"Since when has that mattered?" You can't help but to raise your voice, your own anger steadily rising. "You made it very clear from day one that you didn't want me as your imprint because I'm not Bella! You should've been thrilled at the idea of your imprint disappearing because then there would be nothing else in your way of being with Bella! Oh, wait! Except the fact she doesn't like you like that! She loves Edward, not you!"

"If she didn't care about me she wouldn't have kissed me!" Jacob snaps only to immediately close his mouth in shock.

You stare at him with wide eyes before turning your attention towards your sister who had been awkwardly standing silently in the corner the entire time. "You kissed him?"

"(Y/N)." Bella takes a step forward, looking regretful as her eyes silently beg for you to hear her out.

"Don't." You hold up your hand, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "Don't even try to explain yourself right now. I don't care for your reasoning. You don't just kiss someone Bella, especially after making it clear you don't like them in that way. It's just cruel."

"I didn't..." She trails off as you glare at her, knowing that there's nothing she can say to make this better.

Before all of this drama concerning vampires and werewolves started, she knew about your crush on Jacob. You admittedly had liked him when you were children, but that crush faded away when you both moved away with your mother. When you moved back, that crush slowly developed again. Unfortunately, the boy has only ever had eyes for you sister, and she has done nothing but lead him on over and over again. You grew tired of it pretty quickly, but your crush didn't fully die out until he rejected you as his imprint. That was when you knew you never stood a chance with him.

Sighing, you stand up from the couch, swaying slightly since you're still not fully recovered from losing so much blood. Jacob attempts to help but you simply slap his hand away, mumbling to not touch you. The second you regain your balance you make your way towards the front door, saying thanks to Edward in your mind for saving your life even if you didn't want it. Jacob and Bella both beg you to stay, that you're still not well enough to be going off on your own but you ignore them.

Exiting the house, you find Jasper standing in front of his vehicle, keys in hand. Surprisingly, Jasper is one of your closest friends. You two became rather close since Bella would always drag you along when visiting the Cullens, and Jasper could always tell how uncomfortable and out of place you felt. Despite his own discomfort, he made the effort to comfort you, striking up small conversations here and there before the two of you finally grew comfortable enough with each other to joke around. The two of you have been best friends ever since.

Getting into the vehicle, neither of you speak as he starts it up and pulls out of the driveway. His hand automatically comes over to rest on your knee, the action instantly calming your emotions. Jasper doesn't have to use his ability in order to do so at this point. Just him being in contact with you is enough to calm even your most intense emotions. He's always there for you, especially whenever Jacob does something to piss you off or upset you.

Pulling up to a spot the two of you often visit together- a little alcove overlooking the ocean- he shuts off the vehicle and gets out, quickly circling around to open your car door for you. He holds out his hand which you easily accept, neither one of you letting go as you walk to the makeshift bench Jasper made out of two tree stumps and a log.

Sitting down, neither one of you say anything for quite some time until he finally decides to break the silence. "You know, I'm glad that you're okay." He pauses as he looks at you with a smirk. "Though I'd be lying if I said I'm not disappointed that I didn't get to see you as a vampire."

"You could always change me yourself." You joke, nudging his shoulder with your own.

"Don't tempt me." Jasper chuckles, leaning over to brush his nose against your neck, the action sending a chill down your spine. "Eternity with you doesn't sound so bad."

You look at him, your breath nearly being taken away by the look in his eyes. It's a look that you've always wished to be directed towards you- a look of love and adoration. The look takes your breath away, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You'd want to spend eternity with me?" You question just to make sure.

"I'd spend every second of my life by your side if I could. And if you chose to stay mortal and die a natural death, then I'd die with you so we could spend our afterlives together too."

[silentstyx]

We Were Jet-Set, Bonnie and Clyde

sum! Make them pull off a heist.

tw! jacobs skinny jeans.

yall i saw this on perchance.org and had to do this bro like you alr know. ALSO IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

So this is how you were gonna meet his friends, through a game?

"It's not a game! It's a very specific routine we do every Halloween. We become criminals." He said all of this with no underlying joking tone. Just an 'evil' smirk. Finger tips touching each other as he rests his forearms on the table as he tells you his plan.

"Ah so New York's Finest are really the worst ones, hm? You become criminals annually?" You say jokingly, only he didn't find it funny even a little bit.

His shoulders slumped as he let his bottom lip pout the tiniest bit, his voice becoming whiny as well, "Do you wanna help me or not?!"

You only could chuckle at the sight. He looked so adorable when he was frustrated.

You let out a dramatic sigh, a playful smirk staining your lips, "Fineee, I guess I'll help you publicly embarrass your coworkers."

His pout turned to a smile of amusement and pure joy, "Perfect!"

So the plan was...

The award was to be held in a plastic box again this year. You didn't work there so buy a janitor costume, they'll never realize. Except, they can check purchasing history at the station. So you bribe a janitor-

"We're taking the clothes off of a janitor's back?" You ask with faux-concern, "Why don't I buy janitors costume at like a costume store thats like an hour away if you're so concerned about it? I'll use cash."

You could've sworn his eyes lit up when you said that.

The day of the heist went just according to plan and you had the award the whole time until the last 30 minutes when you pawned it off to Jake, where he kept it in his desk (a place no one would dare to go or search). It was perfect. He played dumb and was as feisty as ever, acting like he had no idea where the trophy could possibly be. That Holt must have the award because who else would?

After the heist was officially over and he was bragging about winning is when they all started asking questions.

"How'd you even pull this off, we checked all around your desk and you're wearing skinny jeans so you can't hide anything?" Rosa asked, arms crossed.

"Well first of all, was it necessary to bring up my super cool and super stylish jeans?" He playfully whines, "second of all, let me show you my partner, in more ways than one."

He points to you and you stopped the fake sweeping you were doing in the corner, taking the hat off. You smile at them and wave, "Nice to meet you all! Jake has said so much about you."

[cece693]

I Don't Need A Gentleman

pairing: edward cullen x gender neutral reader tags: edward is old fashioned and kinda a prude, the reader is not, reader doesn't want vanilla sex anymore, alice and rosalie are cool sister in laws

You lounge on the massive, cream-colored couch in the Cullens’ living room, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone as Alice and Rosalie flip through a stack of fashion magazines. It’s one of those rare, lazy evenings—no imminent threats, no pressing vampire drama—just the family scattered around the house doing their own thing. Alice bumps your foot with hers. “You’re weirdly quiet today. Seriously, what’s up?”

You look up, tapping the phone against your knee. “It’s kind of about Edward.”

Rosalie arches a perfectly groomed brow. “What did our golden boy do now?”

Your cheeks—if they still could—might blush. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, exactly. It’s just…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Even though you’ve been married to Edward for a while, it can still be tough to put some things into words. “He’s super considerate, and I adore that about him. But sometimes—okay, a lot of times—I just wish he’d show a little more…passion? Fire?”

Alice makes a sympathetic face, setting her magazine aside. “He can be a bit old-school, yeah. He has that ‘eternally seventeen’ gentleman thing down to a T.”

“Tell me about it,” you huff. “I’m a vampire, too! I mean, I’m not exactly made of glass. But he keeps treating me like I’m this delicate flower that might crumble if the wind blows too hard. I swear, sometimes our kisses feel like little pecks—like he’s worried I’ll spontaneously combust if he lingers longer than three seconds.”

Rosalie leans back, crossing her arms. “Look, Edward’s always been overly cautious. It’s one of his most annoying…okay, fine, endearing qualities. But you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you. He’s basically built that way.”

You sit up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face. “Totally. I get it. I love how he’s protective, and, well, a total gentleman. But I need more of that oomph. Y’know, that feeling where you just can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Alice snorts a laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘oomph.’ You should definitely say that to Edward’s face. He’d probably blush so hard, if vampires could blush.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “But how do I bring it up without hurting his feelings? He’s so sensitive. The moment he thinks he’s made me even slightly uncomfortable, he clams up.”

Rosalie sets the magazine aside with a little thump. “You’re married. He can handle the conversation. Trust me, you should be honest about it. Being in love for, what, decades? That means talking about the hard stuff, or the passionate stuff.” She smirks at that last part.

Alice nods enthusiastically, tucking her legs up beneath her. “The best way is just to be straightforward. Tell him how you feel without making it sound like he’s doing something wrong. Emphasize that you love his old-fashioned side—it’s part of why you married him, right? But also make it crystal clear that you want him to dial up the heat. You’re a vampire, for crying out loud, not some breakable human.”

You exhale, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “You guys are right. I’m probably overthinking it. I’m worried he’ll take it the wrong way, but I can’t just keep ignoring how frustrated I am.”

“Exactly.” Alice taps your knee again. “He’ll listen, especially if you remind him that you still love all the things that make him Edward. He just needs to hear that you want him to trust your strength, too.”

Rosalie stands, stretching with the fluidity of a cat. “And if that doesn’t work, just throw him up against a wall somewhere. That’ll get the point across.”

Alice gasps in mock horror. “Rosalie Hale! That’s your brother you’re talking about.”

She smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, sometimes subtlety isn’t the answer.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Let me try talking first before I start tossing him around.”

Alice and Rosalie share amused glances as you stand, giving a quick wave. “Thanks for the advice, seriously.”

“Anytime,” Alice sings out.

“Go get ’em,” Rosalie adds, winking.

You head up the stairs to find Edward, heart fluttering in that familiar way only he can cause, despite both of you being, well, undead. He’s in his usual spot in the family’s library, flipping through a thick novel—something old and fancy, undoubtedly. The moment he senses you, he glances up with a small smile, eyes full of that unwavering devotion.

“Hey,” you say, crossing the room until you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Got a minute to talk?”

“Of course,” Edward responds softly, setting the book aside. He tilts his head, concern flickering in those golden eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“It is,” you reassure him, settling in beside him on the velvet couch. You can still hear Alice’s and Rosalie’s voices drifting faintly from downstairs, but you focus on Edward. “I just wanted to share something that’s been on my mind, and it’s really important to me.”

He nods earnestly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Taking a breath, you gently place your hand over his. “So, we’ve been together for a long time. We’re married, and I’m a vampire—just like you, right? But sometimes I feel like you’re handling me with kid gloves. I love your gentlemanly side, and I’d never want you to completely lose that. But I want us to be able to express our love passionately, without you worrying so much that I’ll break.”

Edward’s gaze drops to your entwined hands. “I—I see,” he says quietly. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t my equal. It’s just…I can’t shake the habit of worrying you might be hurt or regret something if I let go too much. Even though you’re stronger than any human I once knew, it’s hard to override decades of caution.”

Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss against his cheek. “I know. And I respect how deeply you care. But hey, my strength is legit.” You grin, flexing half-jokingly. “I promise, I can handle more. And if something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

Edward’s lips curve into a small smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. I guess I needed a reminder that I’m not the only one in this relationship who has a say—especially when it comes to showing affection.”

Your heart (metaphorically) flutters at the genuine warmth in his voice. “Exactly. I love being with you, and I don’t want you to hold back. We can figure out the balance, you know, do the old-fashioned courting stuff, but also, I don’t know…maybe occasionally break the furniture?”

His eyes widen for half a second in surprise, then he laughs, the sound soft and musical. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer. This time, when you tilt your head up for a kiss, you feel him lean in just a bit more—a tiny, tangible shift. His lips linger, his cool hand splaying across your back. The moment stretches on until you both draw away, contented smiles on your faces.

“That,” you whisper, thumb brushing against his jaw, “was exactly what I’ve been missing.”

Edward’s eyes shine with affection. “Then I’ll make sure you never miss it again.”

Downstairs, you can practically hear Alice’s “Yes!” whispered under her breath, and you know Rosalie is grinning in that smug way that says, “Told you so.” It makes you laugh softly. But that’s the beauty of this big, unconventional vampire family.

Edward gently presses his forehead against yours. Neither of you needs to breathe, but the moment feels like a breath of fresh air anyway. Old-fashioned or not, he’s all yours—and he’s finally letting you show him that you’re every bit the strong partner he deserves. And judging by the heat in his eyes, this is just the beginning.

[nyazwrld]

BENEATH THE SILENCE

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Beneath the silence is a fan fic series I created inspired by the Twilight saga and the song Night call by Kavinsky. I cannot find it within me to obsess over something normally without pouring my all into it. So in result of my current obsession this fan fic was born. If you’re anything like me i loveeee a good plot and story line with a sprinkle of freakyness #needdat and dont get me started on a good slow burn !! I hope this fic finds you well !! p.s. this is my first time writing one so please be kind and bear with me also idk how to use tumblr #sos

What to expect !!

slow burn angst

childhood friends to lovers

betrayal, longing, & healing

supernatural mystery

emotional/physical tension

fluff/smut

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1. My life in a box.

2. Where the silence begins.

3. Miles between us.

4. A Storm Is Coming.

5. Almost Normal.

6. Where It Hurt To Wonder.

7. Loading…

8. Loading…

[malereaderworld]

Decompress express 📍

Jacob Elordi x male reader

Warnings: fluff.

Jacob elordi was something, he was… a lot. His schedule, his personality, his height etc. But one thing he was really good at was hugging. Him being tall just adds to it.

“And, how was filming today?” He smiles softly. “Exhausting.” I say, falling into his embrace on the couch. He chuckles wrapping his arms around you. “At least you’re home sweetheart.”

Being an actor was one thing. Dating one?! Being home at the same time was rare, with one filming tv made it even more difficult.

“Mhm…” Taking in the scent with a deep breath. “So… lazy evening?” He asks. “Yeah, but i need to feel you.” I respond with a somber tone. “I haven’t felt you in a while.”

“Okay. It’s okay.” A hand combing through my hair. He takes his hoodie off, revealing his smooth skin. Then he takes off my shirt. His hands touching my skin, roaming my back. He pulls a blanket over us as i slowly wonder off to dreamland.

“Sweet dreams baby.” He whispers in my ears, giving my forehead a kiss.

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

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.

All rights reserved to their original publishers.

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

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