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Temptations

Carlisle Cullen x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Your Carlisle’s mortal wife. As the morning rises you and Carlisle plan to make breakfast together. While the two of you make preparations for breakfast, everything seems fine, until you accidentally slip up with the knife.

!Mostly Fluff!

Warnings: references to sex, praise, slight gore, blood, literally just vampire things, sensual scenes, teasing, heartwarming moments, age-gap, and slight obsession.

The day had broken into a gleaming sunrise. It had peaked through our openly inviting window that laid next to our bed, or really your bed, because Carlisle never slept.

You slowly stirred awake from your slumber as you leaned up and groaned out a stretch. Your sudden awakening had alarmed Carlisle’s sense of hearing and he immediately appeared in your room. Or at least that’s what it looked like to you, he was so quick that to you, you didn’t even see him moving until he arrived at where he needed to be. It almost looked like teleportation to you.

He caressed your shoulder as you slightly jolted. He has startled me, you truly didn’t know how close he was to me in such a little amount of time before he made himself known. He let out a soft, breathy, and quiet snicker as he apologized. “I’m sorry I startled you..my dear..” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder as you rolled over into his arms and smiled.

“Why don’t you just…come in a little slower when you greet me love…” you softly spoke as you went to rub the sleep out of your eyes before you looked up into his now hazel eyes.

“Will do.” He hummed out as he started on another topic. “How did you sleep..?” He gently ran his hands up and down your arms, almost like he craved to feel the warmth of your body. “Good..really good actually.” You ran your hands up into his hair as you watched his eyes slightly narrow and adjust.

“Oh really? How so? Couldn’t be because of the bed could it?” He teased out his words as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “Oh yeah, it’s the bed for sure.” You played along with his tease, but you both knew what you were referring to the night before. He smirked softly at your response.

“Are you hungry?” He spoke with a questioning tone as he leaned up from you. He tried making this question a habit since he knew as a creature himself who didn’t eat much, you were the complete opposite. “I could eat, I usually don’t eat much in the mornings but since you asked I suppose I could.”

You caressed his cheek as you looked up at him before he kissed your forehead and hummed a response. Which made me have a soft tint on your cheeks. “I’d like to cook with you, if you wouldn’t mind.” He let me up from the comforting bed as you crawled out of bed and opened your drawers, pulling out a pair of undergarments. “Of course darling.” He watched me, leaning against the bed as he slowly crossed his arms.

His eyes were definitely on you, you could feel him staring right at you. “In my 300 years of living I don’t think I had ever met such a human as beautiful as you…” he leaned into you as you started to slide your robe on your shoulders.

His words slid into your veins like you had just injected an adrenaline rush. He always had a unique way with his words ever since you had met him. “Oh Carlisle..” You leaned your body against his as you tilted your head to look up into his eyes.

He followed your eyes as he started to try and read your expression. As you leaned into him he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head right into your neck. Which started a fire in him, a fire that he needed to keep under control like he always did when he was around you.

That sweet, sweet, scent of blood was like nectar to them. And being a Cullen, it was a tradition and a truce to stick to an animal based diet. But he wasn’t going to lie and say that being this close to you, feeling my heartbeat, hearing my blood flowing into your body wasn’t the least bit of tempting. Especially since he was so so close. But he knew he wouldn’t do such a thing, especially since he agreed that he would never take someone’s life to turn them into someone like him unless they were underlying dying.

You softly gasped as he dug into your neck, never piercing it, just laying a little pressure against the leanness of your neck. “Carlisle…” You breathed out as you gently dug your hand into his hair, letting off a bit of the pressure.

He immediately groaned into your neck as he backed off and softened his grasp. “Mm. I’m sorry..it’s hard to control myself against you my dear…I’ve never had a mortal women’s blood smell so good..” he placed a soft kiss against the side of your neck as he leaned up and ran a hand up and down your side in a compassionate manner.

His eyes had changed colors, even through his contacts, they were darker. “You know…sometimes I feel guilty that you keep me this way, and the way you torture yourself everytime you’re around me.” You kissed his cheek as you made your way to the kitchen, where he followed you, actually walking with your pace.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about that dear..you know my ideals behind it…” he wrapped an arm around your waist as the both of you moved to the kitchen. “I know, sometimes I wish you’d change those views.” You gave him a sympathetic smile as you looked into the fridge, fresh goods, specifically for you since you were, unfortunately the only human in a house full of vampires.

While you did just that, he went ahead and and made sure the area of the counter was ready for you. Grabbing all the essentials such as knives, a cutting board, and a bowl. “Lord. we haven’t used this kitchen in forever, ever since our first time moving in, we wanted to experiment.” He chuckled as he admired the way you focused on what you needed in the fridge.

In response to his little story you snickered, “experiment?” You questioned as you looked back at him before shutting the fridge and walking closer to him, laying all the ingredients down on the counter. “Well yes, before I bought this house I’d never really experienced a kitchen before so…” You just looked at him with a sweet expression, one with admiration. “I wish I could have gotten to see those expressions.”

He smiled as he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Me too, my love.” A soft blush fell on your face and you moved your eyes to the counter, looking around at all the ingredients. You planned on making a breakfast sandwich, something simple and savory. Your personal favorite.

You started by washing all the veggies and putting the proteins in a pan and onto the stove as he started to cut the vegetables for you. “May I?” You playfully spoke as you watched him. “Always, my dear.” You put the proteins on low and moved closer to him as he backed up. You took the sharp knife from his grasp as he let you take control of the situation. You slightly pressed against the counter as he watched you slowly make cuts in the vegetation.

The way you were cutting though was humanly, slow and steady and he had just snickered and gently took your hand in his. The same hand with the knife. “Here, my dear, let me show you a little something…” as he laid his hand on top of yours, he guided you into a new technique of cutting. This technique was swifter, smoother and overall more beneficial at the end of the day. You had learned the method quicker than he expected as a human and just stood there with a proud smirk on his face. “Atta girl.” You smiled into his words as you continued, “like this?” but as you asked that question you leaned off the trail of the vegetables and sliced right into your finger, immediately dropping the knife on the counter and wincing in pain.

Grabbing your finger, blood started to drip onto the slight damp cutting board and trailing down your finger. As quick as it happened, he gripped your hands together and tensed. As a doctor of many years he was used to this, but in these circumstances, he wasn’t used to you. You were a temptation.

He looked at you with a saddened expression like he could feel what you were feeling. “Jesus my love…let me see it…” You followed his words as you uncovered your bloody hands. The cut was deep and dripping. And the scent was strong, so very strong. He slightly breathed in, almost as to get anything from the scent itself. He was tense and you could feel it.

He felt the way your heartbeat excelled after the accident and the way your blood rushed in adrenal pain. “I’m sorry.” You rushed out before he closed your hands again and held you close. “You don’t need to apologize for an accident, my love.” He turned the stove off and laid his hands on top of yours, taking you immediately into his office. “Just be so very careful next time, okay? Could you imagine how much worse it could’ve been if the family were home?”

He sat you down. “And im so very grateful for that…” You winced softly as he gently pressed against your cut, seeing how deep it really was. “I’m sorry love.” He spoke softly as he examined you. Thankfully enough he didn’t need to do a stitching process since it was deep, but not enough to stitch. He gently pressed on your cut, wiping the blood from your soft, delicate skin.

As he cleaned you up he laid the materials in a, now dirty bowl, watching your every movement and reaction with every little touch. “Almost done..” he softly whispered right against your ear as he disinfected your cut with rubbing alcohol. “It’ll only hurt for a moment my love…” He warned you, and the reaction hit you fast before you held him close, enduring the pain as he whispered sweet words of affirmations into your ears.

As the pain dimmed down he proceeded to wrap your finger and the rest of your hand up in Gauze. Over and over again he made sure the wrap was secure before he gently tilted your chin to look straight at him. Your eyes were slightly wet with tears as he gently kissed your lips. “Oh my sensitive girl…” You wrapped your opposite arm around him as you brought him closer to you. “Carlisle…the way you torture yourself for me…”

he smiled against your forehead. “I wouldn’t say torture.. more like endurece..” he leaned back and looked into your eyes. His shoulders were now relaxed and his expression was subtle and gentle. “You make it difficult to contain full control within myself, I won’t lie to you my dear…” He said as he proceed to light a match and throw it in the metal bowl, burning that beautiful bloody scent away for good.

He caressed your cheek as he admired your soft eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? When you could easily make me like you?” You spoke as you laid your hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. “Mmm…because you, my love, are my temptation…and as it pains me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Magic Loki

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: It was your 21st birthday, and for the first time in a while you went out with a few friends to celebrate. Not knowing where exactly they’ve brought you.

NSFW

Word Count: 1,090

PART 1

I walked in with a sense of stress crowding my shoulders. So many people, this was underly insane how my friends convinced me to “Get out of my shell”.

I walk passed the huge group of people to see a stage. The stage was pretty massive for what it really was, a platform for a bunch of half naked men dancing to please the women eye. I’ve never seen it in full action before my naked eyes, I mean come on I’ve seen a few of the Magic Mike movies but never the real thing.

I had a group of friends waiting for me around a circular red couch with a medium sized table to fit any drinks, ash trays and the musky dollars from the previous customers. I sit right in the middle of my group thinking of ways to make small talk as the show was about to unfold.

I ordered a cocktail drink, served with a few olives. As I softly mixed the drink, my eyes appealed up to a handsome man with shoulder length dark hair, toned god like muscles, and beautiful green eyes.

The way he stood just made me nervous, as he looked right at me. I realized my eyes had wondered over him for a little longer than intended, making me quickly look away. Flushed and embarrassed I touch the glass of the cocktail to my soft yet fragile lips, tasting the sweet yet dense taste of the alcoholic beverage mixed with olives.

I leaned back in the red velvet colored couch, pushing my shoulders slightly against the soft yet rough fabric, inhaling the tobacco scent within the club walls.

A few more men walk out to please the eyes of the ladies on all sides of the stage, but they don’t catch my eye like he does. I run my eyes down his body, he was built like a statue. I watched as he slowly took each layer of his tight clothing off. The soft veins from his neck, the paleness of his skin, the beauty of his deep v line, leading to his well trimmed trail.

I felt like I was invading him, inside and out but I couldn’t help it, I was addicted after only seeing him for a few minutes. He set a chair on the edge of the stage and looked around, as our eyes fell into each other. It felt so invasive, like he was tearing my tight dress off with his mysterious eyes.

He got down on the ground and crawled up to the edge of the stage looking down at me in just a pair of tight boxers that fit him like they were made just for him. “Come here darling.” He spoke for the first time and my heart flew. The soft yet deep tone in his voice. His words flooded my mind with a questionable desire but I pushed that all away to answer him. “Yes..?” I quietly asked.

I wasn’t the social type, actually I was quite the opposite. All those eyes on me made me anxious but excited. A thrill in my body I didn’t know I had before this experience. He slightly flicked his tongue to wet his lips before parting them to speak once again. “Let me show you a good time.” He had a curled smile, almost smirking.

My head raced, as well as my heart as I respond by laying my hand on his. He lifted me up on stage and gently set me down in the metal chair behind him. “I must know darling, do you mind a man like myself to touch your fragile skin?” He stared into my eyes waiting for a response before he laid himself on me.

I gulp and nods, gripping the chair. He quietly laughs, looking away only for a moment before looking back into my soul. He gently tilted his fingers, lifting up my chin to face him instead of eyeing down at the ground. “Im going to need a verbal response sweetheart.” I softly bite my lip in respond as I part my lips and finally let out a few words. “I consent.” I whisper, as I feel him lean down into the crease of my neck, parting my hair behind my ear.

I could feel him breathe against my ear, when he whispered soft words in my ear. “Good girl..” leaning back to see his good work, all over my express-ionized face. My cheeks were as red as the couches, when I soon felt a pool of arousal down at my core.

This was embarrassing, but It was out of my control now. When he popped my bubble of raging thoughts by gently grabbing my wrists and wrapping my arms around his neck, pushing his almost fully exposed body against mine.

Gripping my hips he picked me up, causing me to let out a little yelp. He looked down at me and let out a chuckle. “You’re quite new to this hm?” I breathe quietly and looks away slightly tilting my head up. “In a way yes..”

He turned and sat in the chair, where he set me on his lap, spreading my legs, slightly pushing pressure on my sensitive inner thighs. I softly whine out, feeling my inner core pulse for him the lustful and arousing feeling spread through my body like a wildfire.

My eyes travel down, making contact with his rock hard bulge against the fabric of his boxers. I could see the outline of his shaft and veins, he slightly twitched when I adjusted myself.

I feel his long fingers travel and rub against my neck, making me lean my head up with a soft hiss. “Eyes up here princess.” The corner of his lips rise, creating a smirk that traps itself in my memory. “I’m sorry..” I whisper, struggling to make up any other words.

He smiles and gently rubs his nose against my chin, his breathe against the core of my neck. “Why don’t you meet me after the show?” He whispers close to my ear, as I nod in response.

And with that he picks me back up and sets me back on my feet, resulting in my legs feeling like jello from the level of arousal in between my legs. So much so I was worried it was noticeable to everyone else around. I watch him wink at me and continue the show, as I step down crowded by the group of girls asking me questions about what happened.

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Part two in the making

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