#Edward x Human!reader

[shelbgrey]

Hello can give cersh edward cullen x human fem reade headcanons please 🙏 😊

Having a crush on Edward Cullen Headcanons:

Paring: Edward Cullen x Human!Reader

Summary: just some headcanons about crushing on Eddie boi

A/n: so I'm hoping you ment crush instead of cersh(I don't know what it means if so). If I got your request wrong message me or send in a new ask.

Twilight Master list

So if your human I feel like you do a good job at keeping your feelings for Edward a secret... At least you thought.

Your more subtle than Bella swan so people really didn't catch on till later, you told your sister Angela but that's about it.

“Edward, is he dating anyone?” you asked.

“no why?” Angela gasped happily. “you like Edward!”

Yes, you did. You weren't going to deny it. You loved everything about him. His eyes, smile, how smart he was. You could always laugh at his sarcasm.

Angela of corse kept it a secret for you but she was always encouraging you to talk to him. Your a bit shy so you only really talked to him in your English class.

He was always so friendly to you too, most guys weren't so that's was kinda sparked your interest in him.

And the rare times you interacted he was either helping you with school work or defending you.

“I think I told you to leave her alone”

He can read your mind, he just choose not to. He respects your privacy and dose his best to stay out of your head.

Edward probably couldn't read Bella's mind beacuse she simply don't have any thoughts. Your not Bella... Your better!

Alice had a vision of you two so she was quick to be-friend you. Not too long after you two become extremely close. This made you feel bad because you didn't want to betray Alice by going after her brother.

What you didn't know is she was trying to bring you closer together. She knew Edward liked you too, he tells her just about anything and everything.

Edward only really admitted to her that he was absolutely smitten by you. He Loved everything about you and to his relief your blood ment nothing to him.

He's always taking about you to her even before you got together.

“she's got theses beautiful eyes... And her smile is so adorable, Alice you should see how cute all her expressions are when she's reading”

But I think the family would quickly get sick of him being chicken, like Emmett would be-friend you just to she what the hype was. He quickly found out how cool you were and started to hang out with you a lot. Edward got jealous and that's exactly what Emmett wanted.

“why don't you cut the horse shit and admit your feelings for one another.”

Yours And Edward's eyes widened as Rosalie slapped him. “Emmett!”

With what dignity you had left you stood up and walked away from the family before you could be embarrassed anymore.

Edward was quick to follow you and stop you from going to far. “What Emmett said was true... I have feelings for you”

Even though he wanted to say 'love' he didn't want to just throw around that word and scare you. He hadn't even told you about him being a vampire.

“I never thought you'd go for someone like me”

Edward looked suprised at your statement, in his eyes you were just perfect. “What do you mean? Your exactly what I've been looking for”

And the rest is history, on the first date he admitted to being a vampire. He didn't want to lie to you and you took way better than he expected.

You guys took things slow, wanting to just savor for every moment you had together.

[saturncodedstarlette]

[Y/N is having dinner at Alastor’s place]

Human!Alastor, cutting meat : And so I said to myself that if I didn’t become a radio host by 39 I was just gonna become a serial killer *laughs*

Y/N, suddenly feeling nervous : 🙂

Y/N : Well how old are you now? I’m getting nervous 😅

[naddybln]

Headcanons Cullen Family x human!reader

Imagine being the youngest Cullen and a human

Carlisle and Esme would adopted you when you were about 2 years old

the siblings would be happy and scared at the same time

they all love you to death

Jasper would learn how to stay with you without hurting you

you´d be the only human whom he could spend time with and enjoy it

he teaches you to fight

Emmet would always make you smile

you guys would play catch or hide and seek (he runs in a normal "human" tempo during play time)

you once threw some garlic at him while saying "stay away, sucker"

Rosalie would love to braid your hair and style it

would protect you from your brother, whenever they start to annoy you

she would be really soft around you

Alice loves to dress you up, always the newest and most stylishes clothes

would take you and Rose out or some sister quality time

always looks into your future to make sure you´re going to be safe and happy

Edward reads your mind nearly all the time

you often communicate with him trough your thoughts

even as Bella came into his life, you´re still his priority

Esme would bake and cook for or with you

she is your mother and you also call her mom

If you want to redesign your room or have an idea how to change something around the house, she is right there and happy to comply

Carlisle is probably the first person you go with when you´ve got a problem (let´s be real, he pretty much always knows what to do)

you call him dad cuz he is your father

if you are mad at him you eat an apple or two (an apple a day keeps the doctor away :))

They are all extremly protective

Carlisle turns you a day after your 16th birthday

That´s the only reason the Volturi allowed you to stay within the Cullens

They sometimes visit to make sure their secret is safe, but they really start to take a liking to you

Overall you have happy life with you family and love every single one of the dearly

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

Hello! I really don’t know if your doing requests! But I have to ask this or at least share this with someone!

So think, who is the most gentleman of gentle men you can think of in Black butler. For me, it’s Edward. And then think of the most non-noble man of noble men. Joker. So think of this hear me out. They never met before, but then going after the same reader. *mic drop*

Thats all! Thank you!

That's quite an interesting idea to elaborate on 🤔

Edward Midford vs Joker:

First of all, it's the status that would give Joker off the biggest sense of inequality. He wouldn't consider himself as unworthy of your love or insecure about his flaws or anything of that sort, no. The very first thought that'd occur in his mind is how his rival has not only wealth but also the title and position in the society which is enough to actually make him the best candidate for your hand.

He, on the other hand, could offer you freedom. It may not be the easiest life but surely there has to be more to it than using silver cutlery and speaking in a sophisticated manner—he'd give you all the love you deserve, all his attention and the sense of belonging. The family. They won't be as courteous as the nobles but they'd respect you as his partner. Shouldn't that be enough when it comes to true love?

Edward wouldn't know how to react to realising that it's a circus member that is trying to steal your heart from him. Is it some kind of joke? A trap? A test of his devotion? Whatever the reason, he won't give up, especially not to someone who'd make you live in a tent and eat leftover foods... you deserved everything best, after all—the softest bed sheets, the most detailed outfits, a lot of free time to indulge in your hobbies. He would give you all of this and much, much more. What could that clown give to you in comparison?

However, Joker is charming. He's a sweet-talker, he knows how to attract the audience and you, too. He has some silver tongue and although his tricks may seem cheap and boring in the eyes of an erudite such as Edward, there's no way he won't get your attention that way. And once your eyes are on him, he'll make sure that you'll feel like a princess by his side.

Can Edward sweep you off your feet in an instant? Can he charm you with his wit and jokes and compliments? Or all he has to offer is his family money, boring, tedious rules, do's and don'ts and the never ending play-pretend in front of the other members of nobility? While here, by Joker's side you can be anything you want.

The day you and Edward decided to attend the circus' show would definitely be the date when the invisible battle between two interests would start. There won't be much time to lose—it should end by the time the show is over, once you tasted both the sweet freedom of laughter and dancing however you please with a company who's serving you the most fancy praises and the rich flavour of perfume from the welcoming gift you received, your presence adored and cherished and admired by the most chivalrous man you've ever met.

Still, you have the last word.

[kandyrezi]

[ ♡ / ♢ ] Android!Funtime Freddy x Reader hcs.

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» funtime freddy is programmed with basic first-aid knowledge, so you can go to him if any of the other funtime animatronics maul you. which is kinda the reason how you ended up becoming… sort of friends? but even that was pushing it, considering he could have killed you any time he wanted to, he just chose not to. bon-bon had told you it’s because he likes you - you didn’t know at the time if that was a good thing, or not.

» your second meeting had happened during work hours on your another night at the circus-slash-pizza place. your shift started out badly, and ended up becoming even worse. because of that other funtime android (foxy) who’d nearly caught and dragged you away, your leg was basically a fountain of blood with deep bite and scratch marks after managing to escape him. you could barely move, but leaving the underground building hadn’t been an option.

» funtime freddy would find you huddled in the breaker room, and bring you to a first-aid area - on the shelves which it had the medicine cabinet - to bandage up the big, gaping gash in your leg. it wasn’t your first encounter with him (he had scared you to near death back then), but you were still on your toes.

» he has a habit of talking to you in a baby-talk voice mode that almost, unintentionally, sounds patronizing, in that same way one would talk to a kid throwing a temper tantrum. “Aww, wh-what’s wrong, birthday p-pal?” it’s only faux-concern, he was barely hiding a smirk on his expression when he asked as you were writhing and crying on the floor (yeah, you got attacked earlier by foxy, so the wound was, quite clearly, still hurting. didn’t stop this guy from from teasing you though.)

» while funtime freddy prefers to cause pain and death, you’re the only human he won’t try to kill. not only is he one of the more aggressive animatronics, he has violent and erratic mood swings, even more so than someone like toy bonnie or springtrap.

» he is very physically affectionate, and has the strength of ten wrestlers. maybe more.

» he is so loud - loud footsteps, loud voice, and he slams doors and drawers instead of gently closing them. but somehow if you’re asleep near him, he is, surprisingly, deathly quiet. how considerate of him to do that, at least.

» what isn’t considerate is the fact he just loves giving you a good scare whenever he can. he hasn’t stopped even after the first time. intentionally or not. whether you’re just a little bit startled, or if you’re terrified to the point of being ingrained to the ‘freeze’ option in a ‘flight or fight’ response, it makes no difference to freddy. you’re hilarious to him, either way.

» in one instance you almost slipped on some blood on the floor of the funtime auditorium, because he’d forgotten to throw the corpse into the vents when he was done ‘dealing’ with them. oops.

» and speaking of deathly quiet, wherever he’s keeping you, this freaky bear-droid wants to stay with you even when you’re asleep, so you end up precisely with this type of situation:

reader: *slowly opening eyes and waking up from a nap*

funtime freddy, who was watching them sleep the entire time: 👀

reader: SHRIEKING

» he loves cake, even though he can’t actually eat it, because… limitations of being a robot.

» he knows you’re very forgetful, so both him and bon-bon leave you secret sticky notes in the bag you carry around.

» he has terrible separation anxiety, so it’s hard to get alone-time away from him. it takes some convincing and persuasion that you have a job to do, amongst other responsibilities you can’t neglect, although it doesn’t really work in most cases. “What do yo-o-ou mean b-by other r-responsibilities? You should just st-stay here with me and B-bon-bon!”

» at least the aforementioned blue puppet is there to keep him in check, and keep him company to avoid him going completely off the rails.

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(a/n: funfred is a bit of a closet yandere, but i think that’s a given. oh yeah, i’ve got an obvious favoritism for ‘im. <3)

[houseforwhores]

𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. | human!emmett cullen (mcarty) x reader

a/n: i’m gonna give kinktober a shot, no promises!

day 1 thigh riding

warnings: fem reader language, thigh riding, grinding, oral, fingering.

word count:1870

it was decided that you should finally put the key to use today. you reached emmett's door, inhaling a deep breath, you pushed the key in and turned the lock before pushing on the door. you looked both ways in the hallway, casually but before you knew it emmett was in front of you pulling you into a warm hug, your face against his bare chest, his shirt seemed to be long forgotten. you inhaled his scent, the smell almost making you dizzy as you lost yourself in him.

"babe, you missed me that much?" emmett questioned, a chuckle laced through his sentence.

"i always miss you that much." you mumbled into his chest, his hand was at the back of your neck massaging it slightly, holding you as close as humanly possible.

"well baby, you'd miss me less if you just moved in already."emmett said sweeping you off your feet and into his arms. emmett closed the door, making sure to turn all the locks.

"yeah emmy, i know." your voice was low, as you leaned your head against his shoulder, your other hand reaching up to play with his necklace as he sat down

"then why don't i see a u-haul truck outside." emmett said looking down at you with a slight pout as he adjusted to on top of him making you sit ontop of him in a straddle position. you felt his cock against your heat, it made heat rise in your cheeks immediately. emmett wasn't even completely hard, he was just simply gifted.

"emmett, don't look at me like that," you said leaning in closer, kissing his ear. you felt his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you further against him, your core throbbed against him, you adjusted yourself a bit, trying to relieve the pressure, however your attempt was futile, emmett's strong grip keeping you against him, leaving you no other choice but to feel him. your breath caught in your throat as typical tried to suppress your moan.

"what's wrong pretty lady?" emmett asked, noticing your mood change, you were sure he felt your hands his non dominant face reaching up to guide your face back to his, he watched your eyes as you looked at him with hunger, you nibbled on your bottom lip, contemplating wether now was a good time for a quickie or not, you'd be avoiding the conversation that had been brewing.

"just a bit distracted i suppose," you spoke, your tone was warm and inviting, you felt your cotton panties drenching as the seconds passed.

"hmm, am i the distraction?" emmett questioned as he flashed you a bright smile, lifting his hips, grinding into your hips.

"you always are," you mumbled leaning forward to kiss him, your lips met his as you slightly parted your lips allowing his tongue to greet yours.

emmett reached his hand back to your waist now gripping it with both hands, rocking you over him back and forth, giving you the friction you were desperately craving. your clit pressed against his growing boner.

"fuck, emm.." your moan slipped out while you dropped your head back, but your pleasure was cut short as emmett held you still, not allowing you to roll your hips against him. you let out a needy whine.

"get up," emmett said his voice low yet authoritative, he helped lift yourself to your feet, he stayed seated but he hooked his fingers in your biker shorts and your panties before glancing up to your eyes, asking for silent permission, you nodded, your tongue dipping out, dragging against your bottom lip.

emmett pulled your bottoms down almost too quickly as they glid off your body, he parted his legs a bit before hiking up one of the legs on his shorts. he reached a hand out, the palm of his hand guided you from your back, his other hand gripped your hip as he pulled you over his bare thigh.

"take what you need, babe," emmett groaned feeling the weight of your other thigh resting against his erection. you heard your wetness squelching against his soft skin. emmett's eyes scanned over your body, noticing your tenseness, he squeezed your hips reassuringly. "relax."

you closed your eyes as you took a deep breath as you began rolling your hips into emmett's thigh. he let you go, placing his hands behind his head, you let your head fall back as your clit pressed against emmett's warm skin, he bounced his thigh enhancing your pleasure, drawing a moan out of you. you placed your hand on the back of emmett's neck, for support as your other hand held his face

"feels so good, em." practically mewled as you bucked your hips a bit more frantically, chasing your orgasam.

"slow down pretty," emmett said his sultriest tone, he placed one of his hands on the back of your leg, and the opposite hand on your hip, he kept your pace smooth and steady. "why the rush."

"umph." you moaned, sinking your teeth into your lips in order to quiet yourself, you knew you were close.

"you don't have to be quiet babe, let it out." emmett said bouncing his leg faster, your clit was swollen, as the pleasure intensified, your legs shaking.

"emmett. i'm so close!" you said gasping as you bucked your hips needily against his thigh. you leaned forward placing your head on his chest speeding up your hips. "please em.."

"shh, baby, i know." his tone soft and demanding, he rubbed at your thigh as he eased up his grip allowing you full control as you pleased yourself on his thigh. "just take what you need."

"oh god!" you moaned as you felt your body shake with ecstasy, your orgasam overtaking you as you collapsed against emmett, he took control again rocking you back and forth, making sure for you to ride out your orgasam. "emmett."

emmett picked you up quickly, switching your positions on the couch, his head was between your legs, he wrapped his mouth around your clit, tasting your juices as he hummed to himself.

"i love the way you taste," emmett groaned as thrusting against the couch to ease some of the tension building in his pants.

"i love the way you taste me." you said chuckling, but your laughter was interrupted by emmett slipping two fingers inside your pulsing walls, curling them deep inside you.

"fuck babe. you feel so nice and warm." emmett hummed around your clit as you whimpered, your legs starting to shake again, your pussy still sensitive since it'd only been a few moments since your last release.

"emmy." you moaned, your hand slipping down to run through his dark waves of hair, before tugging on the short strands.

emmett hummed in approval, one hand leaving your thigh reaching to hold your hand, your fingers intertwining. he sped up the movements of the fingers that were curling inside you, your walls pulsed around his fingers, covering his hand in your arousal.

"fuck," emmett groaned against your heat, rutting his hips into the couch almost involuntarily, the fact you were so close was pushing him near his own high.

"didn't anyone teach you not to speak with your mouth f- uhh-" your last word was cut short as emmett curled his fingers at an ungodly pace, your orgasam blinding you as you shut your eyes seeing white. your back lifted off the couch as it arched, your hands tugging harder on emmett's hair. emmett pulled his hand away from yours as he lifted his mouth from you, and made his way towards you, kissing you on the lips letting you taste yourself on him. you whimpered against his lips as you felt him rutt himself against you, his dick was fully erect and throbbing against you.

emmett pulled away from the kiss stuffing his face i your neck as he kept grinding his hips into yours your pussy pulsed around nothing, your clit simply being abused with over stimulation, your body was in a state of complete euphoria.

"how are you feeling princess?" emmett groaned into your neck as he grabbed your hands, holding them against the arm of the couch as he continued to rock his hips into yours.

"s-so good em.. fuck, don't stop," you moaned your legs hooking around his drawing him closer, neither of you caring about the mess you were making on the couch and on his pants.

"you know baby-, fuck," emmett took a pause to take a deep breath, centering himself so that he wouldn't cum yet. "i can make you feel this good everyday."

"yeah?" you whimpered

"of course, just say so, fuck," emmett grunted leaning down sinking his teeth into your neck, biting you lightly as he struggled to hold off his orgasam. you felt his hips stutter against yours as you felt your juices spreading across emmets shorts, your clit and walls throbbing in unison.

"mhm," you moaned nodding your head as you pulled your hands from his grip to wrap them around his neck further anchoring yourself on him, not really sure what you were agreeing to as you chased your third orgasam tonight.

"is that a yes?" emmett groaned slowing down a bit distracted focusing more on your answer than his movements

"yes em! now keep moving," you said whining bitting your lip as you thrusted your hips forward.

"don't have to tell me twice." emmett said as he pulled his head from your neck and stretched his lips to your mouth adjusting his pace, his breathing was heavy as he fucked stroked you into oblivion, your orgasam cascading through your body for one final time tonight. emmett grunted as his hips stuttered against yours as he came in his pants, still grinding against you riding out your orgasams. once emmett regained his breath, he flipped the both of you over letting you rest on his chest.

::.

after cuddling for a while you began to think back to what emmett had said to you and what you agreed to.

"emmett." you said disturbing his light snores

"huh?" emmett hummed waking up, his eyes shooting open as he adjusted his hold on you.

"did i just agree to move in with you." you asked, surely that was the only plausible explanation, you lifted your head from his chest

"yeah, unless you changed your mind?" emmett said in his answer turning into a question, he adjusted his head to look at you directly.

"no, it's fine, we can pack my place up tomorrow," you said, the grin evident in your voice as you smiled, laying your head in his chest again.

[crinkly-spinkly]

What did this fandom need?

A Thomas & Friends Human AU Reverse Harem x Fem!Reader Romcom?

Fuckin hell yeah it did 👉👉

The Housekeeper's Guide to Conductors and Courtship is an 18+ AU where you (yes you!) get hired as a live-in housekeeper to six wealthy, chaotic, and romantically starved steam engine conductors.

What kinds of hijinks will ensue? Find out for yourself if you haven't yet! Chapter 10 should be out fairly soon 🫰

Love y'all! Have fun!

💙Spinks

[legacyreadsfics]

Having an excruciating, heart breaking and depressing state of mind after finishing a fic so good.

[augustlaven]

A silly little gif with a scene with Edward out of my head.

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

Fancy a Sneak Peek?... 👀📖

I'm working on a few fics right now, let me know which one you wanna see a quick peek of tonight!

(outcome doesn't necessarily dictate post order)

vampire!reader X phdstudent!harry: a enemies to lovers, uni au (original chaptered fic)

from the moment harry sees you on the first day of your PhD program, knew something was off with you. You kept your distance, and so did he. But when you show him up in every lecture, he comes to the conclusion that doesn't like you. Which is fine by you because you hate him too....until he decides he can't live without you, and you begin to think the same.

dom!harry x sub!reader: established relationship, kinky smut (requested one shot)

harry brings you deep into subspace and takes care of you.

famous!harry x reader (original one shot)

i saw this picture of rihanna and...well...i had thoughts. pretty much pwp :)

youthpastor!harry x preachersdaughter!reader: forbidden/established relationship, light kink, fluff and a dash of religious trauma (requested one shot, chance for a series)

harry gives you something to praise and worship every sunday.

dad/husband!harry x pregnant!reader: established relationship, sickenly sweet fluff (requested one shot, chance for a series)

you and harry finally become a family and meet your little angel.

[nochuelinha]

Masterlists:

Series: In progress ♥ Completed ☺

Twilight: When the Stars Fallen ♥

The Batman: Between Secrets and Bats ♥

Detroit : Become Human: Instability in the Software ☺

The Last of Us:

Your Eyes ☺

Too Sweet ♥

One-shots :

End Of Beginning - Bruce Wayne

Ur So Pretty - Edward Cullen

Flashbacks - Ellie Williams

Accepting requests

[wayward-persephone]

Okay okay, that Edward post has me acting up. Like, just thrashing underneath him as he tries to hold you still, all “it’s okay! Stop struggling, don’t worry, you’ll be okay, calm down” while all but ripping his own clothing off.

And when you continue to fight him, he’s trying to warn you it’s just making his predatory side worse and exciting that animalistic aspect of vampires, but you don’t heed the warning and when he fucks you, he simultaneously ends up biting your throat.

So he’s just in complete and utter ecstasy as he thrusts into you and guzzles your blood, murmuring whining apologies because he just can’t control himself, and holy shit he’s on the verge of passing out from the intense pleasures.

🥵🥵

Whimpering apologies as he's furiously fucking and biting you...🥴👌

Him being completely pussydrunk and blood-drunk and just staring at you with so much open adoration even as you cry and beg him to stop or slow down. Him shushing you while not missing a beat of his snapping hips.

"It's okay. You're my human, now. You can take it."

[finniestoncrane]

Would you be willing to do something kinda sweet and fluffy to balance out the CNC Dano!Riddler fics? I like em, I just wanna snuggle him and his stupid round head.

for you, my love, anything u-u 💜💚 i was like "what's cute??? PUPPIES!" and that's where this went so...i hope you like fics about eddie being a little dummy ;-;

more puppy content here

also pls i'm so grateful to the requests so far and i'm so happy to get more

Eddie grabbed at the collar of his suit jacket. It hadn't been raining that morning, but it had been a stupid decision not to wear an overcoat in Gotham of all places. And now, he was tired, weary after a day of pretending to be a mild-mannered forensic accountant, desperate to get to the secure solitude of his apartment, and he was soaked through to the bone.

Trying to shelter his face from the wind that rushed down the narrow passage of the alley he decided to take as a shortcut, Edward urged his legs to walk faster, luring himself with the promise of an all night session with his pressure note books, maybe even jump onto the stream and let loose.

With his eyes squinting through the rain that dappled and fogged his glasses, he trudged on, unaware of where he was stepping until his foot hit something soft and a sharp noise echoed against the apartment buildings on either side of him. He was just in time to see something small and brown scutter into some trash cans to his right.

Just a rat, probably.

But he was already following the whimpering, trying to find the source. Reaching a hand in behind some soggy carboard boxes, he felt around, tentatively, and snatched his arm back, shaking it in the wind and looking down at the tiny little marks on his finger. Three little puncture wounds that were already started to bleed.

He pushed the box to the side and behind it there was a small shape, shivering, on it's tiptoes in an attempt to look bigger, scarier, to ward off Edward. He grabbed it, roughly, but the scruff of it's next and it squirmed as he held it, dangling, over the puddles forming on the street. It obviously sensed the futility of it's tiny barks, as it went very quiet, resigned to whatever cruel fate it had imagined was about to befall it.

As he held it there, fate hanging in the balance, it's life, literally, in his hands, Eddie listened for any noises. Footsteps, further whines. But the rain, letting up finally, was the only thing he could hear apart from some distant sirens and the shouting from the bars down the road.

You're all alone then, huh? Me too.

Eddie placed the puppy inside of his jacket, trying to keep it sheltered from the last few drops of rain that were falling from the gloomy skies. Once home, he realised there was very little in the way of food for him, let alone his new friend. So they sat on the floor by his desk and shared half a jar of peanut butter.

He took a towel from the floor of the bathroom and dried him off as best as he could, and at contentedly rolling a crumpled ball of note paper along the floor, giggling at how the puppy would stomp after it before bringing it back to Edward, tail in the air, waiting for him to roll it again.

"It's nice to bond with someone, especially a fellow orphan. We've got a lot in common. I hope...I hope you like it here."

Edward was careful to be very calm when showing the puppy around the apartment, getting him used to the sights and sounds, the bed, the rats in their cages (who he introduced the puppy to formally), and to the mask. He was sure he'd read somewhere in a book that masks or disguises could confuse animals, but the puppy seemed to be ok, nibbling on the tip of the nose and trying to pull it off.

"Later, later! We have stuff to do."

With a pillow on his lap, and the puppy on the pillow, Eddie started up his laptop and began one of his streams. In a quieter than usual voice he started up, his same introduction of thanks and gratitude for all of their help that week.

"And this is our newest comrade!"

He held up the puppy, notifications going wild in the chat as he looked on with parental pride.

"I'm naming him Doku, like sudoku! And if anyone has anything to say about that, I'll add you to my ever-growing list of problems to eradicate. Say hi to Doku everyone!"

[gogogodzilla]

day 23, virginity loss

edward cullen x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, maybe ooc!edward, slight dirty talk, human!reader kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Edward Cullen was a man who pretended to have a strict moral code when it came to you, but the way he was ravishing you tonight was downright sinful. 

Your wedding was nothing short of extravagant, of course. The Cullens spared no expense for your union. However, all you could think about was Edward ripping your dress off of you and taking you right there and then. By the way he gripped your side tightly the entire night, you could tell your wandering thoughts were getting to him. 

Your lips quickly attached to the side of his neck as he drove to the airport and your fingertips trailed up his thigh. He grabbed your hand and nipped at your inner wrist, a silent warning to behave. 

You were on your best behavior after that, only allowing your thoughts to veer off course once or twice, just to keep Edward on his toes. 

Isle Esme was gorgeous, and you couldn’t wait to see it in the daylight. You were glad to finally be alone with Edward. As you approached the threshold of the front door, he swept you off your feet and a high-pitched squeal left you at his movements. 

“Little warning next time?” you raised a brow as he carried into the main room of the villa. He spun you around, a grin gracing his features. 

“I am nothing if not traditional,” he replied as he set you down. His hands lingered on your waist as you looked up at him. 

You pursed your lips, “That’s for sure.” 

He chuckled, before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. His cool fingers traced a delicate path across your jawline, and you shuddered against his touch. Your heartbeat quickened in your chest, and you wondered if Edward’s thoughts were racing just as fast as yours were. 

Your lips parted and his breath fanned across your cheek. He laced his fingers with yours and led you deeper into the house. It was luxurious and open, and you never wanted to leave. 

Soft lighting bathed the master bedroom, and a sudden wave of nervousness overtook you. You’d been intimate before but never like this. 

He pulled you into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I promised you we’d try,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. 

You forced yourself to focus on his touch lingering on your hips and the ocean breeze drifting through the open double doors to the bedroom. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you formulated your plan in your mind. 

“Think you can wait a bit longer while I change into something more comfortable,” you questioned, pulling yourself out of his embrace. 

He grinned, “I’ve waited 104 years, a few more minutes isn’t going to kill me.” 

You grabbed one of your smaller bags and brought it into the bathroom with you. You sifted through the various sets of lingerie Alice had meticulously packed for you, looking for something that wouldn’t be impossible to put on. 

You settled on a lacy dark blue, but not navy, bralette and panties with little to no straps. Easy enough.  

Once you had the lingerie settled onto your features, you took a moment to gaze at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t deny Alice’s taste when it came to anything you wore. The lingerie fit you like a glove and looked amazing. You looked amazing. You spritzed some perfume on yourself before exiting the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind you. 

Edward turned to face you. He was still wearing the light blue button-up that he donned after the reception. The two buttons at the top were undone, which was definitely not because of you. 

His eyes raked up your body, and you struck a pose, attempting to diffuse the tension in the air. He chuckled and the next thing you knew you were lifted into his arms. His hands cupped your ass and held you steady against him. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him, deep and slow. 

With every moment, your kisses grew deeper and more desperate. Edward laid you softly onto the plush mattress, his lips still attached to yours.  

“You’re exquisite,” he breathed as he took in your features. He left featherlight kisses along your cheekbones before moving to your jawline and to your neck. His tongue grazed over the skin of your pulse point and you tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly.

“Don’t go getting any ideas,” you teased. 

“Trust me,” he assured, moving up to peck your lips, “the ideas I’m having do not involve taking your life.” 

You slid a hand across his chest and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Thinking of taking something else?” you hummed against his lips. 

“Yes,” he replied as his hands wandered down your abdomen and brushed against your clothed core. Your breath shuddered as he teased you through your underwear, stroking your clit before sliding down to dip a finger in your entrance. 

A soft whine escaped you as he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck. You bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for more. 

He hooked a finger through the waistband of your panties and with the flick of his wrist they were falling off of you. Your gasp was quickly swallowed by his lips against yours and his deft fingers sliding through your folds. 

“So wet for me,” he praised as he circled your clit. He slowly inched a finger into your entrance, like he had multiple times before. He quickly added another finger and pumped it languidly within you, savoring the way you swallowed him whole and were begging for more. 

“Fuck me,” you whimpered as you ground your hips against the palm of his hand. “Please, Edward.” 

He removed his fingers and slipped them passed your lips, groaning as you eagerly swiped your tongue across the pads of his fingers. He fumbled for the buckle of his belt with his free hand and the smooth leather bumped against your inner thighs. You took the time to unclip your bra, allowing it to fall freely off your shoulders. You threw it elsewhere in the room, not caring where it landed. 

You gripped the side of his pants and helped him shimmy out of his slacks. His lips were back on yours faster than you could process. You were still getting used to his super speed after all this time. You reached down to palm him through his briefs, and he moaned against your lips. 

You looked up at him through your lashes as you slipped a hand past the waistband of his briefs and wrapped a hand around his cock. You pulled his length out of his briefs so you could freely stroke him. You slid your thumb over his pink-hued tip, which was the same color as his lips, spreading the precum that had begun to form. 

He bit back a gasp, his teeth sinking into his soft lips. You wanted to hear him. You knew all of those pretty little noises he could make, why was he holding back from you? 

“Please, Edward,” you begged, tugging him closer to you, “you promised.” 

He settled his hips between your thighs, one hand roaming your body while the other slid his length through your dripping folds. You arched against his touch and rested your hands on his shoulders, his soft skin under your fingertips grounding you. 

“I love you,” he murmured as he slowly pushed inside of you. A soft hiss escaped your lips as he inched inside of you. His eyes scanned your face, searching for the slightest inkling that you were uncomfortable. 

Quickly, the slight pain of him inside you morphed into pleasure. You’d never felt so full— so deeply connected with Edward. 

“You’re okay?” he asked, voice strained and pleading. Your hands shifted up to cradle his face, and you swiped a thumb over his cheek as you gave a quick nod. 

You pulled him toward you and pressed your lips against his, “I’m okay.” 

The plush skin of your thighs sunk under his grip as he started rocking into you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, leaving kisses and nipping at the skin there. Each and every one of Edward’s thrusts is purposeful and deep, almost as if he’s trying to mark you as his own. The thought turned you on, and you clenched around him.

He propped himself up on the headboard with one arm to let his eyes rake over your form. Your tits bounced with each roll of his hips against yours, and his grip tightened on the headboard. The wood cracked and then splintered under his palm, but you didn’t care. You were making him feel good, and pride swelled in your chest. His eyebrows were pinched, his expression a mix of pleasure and thinly veiled restraint. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his hips and bringing him closer. “I can take it.” 

He groaned against the crook of your neck as his thrusts quickened. The room was filled with the sounds of the squelching of your heat and the soft music Edward had put on while you got changed. His free hand trailed across your thigh and moved to draw quick, tight circles around your clit. A breathy moan left you, and the familiar heat pooled in your belly. 

He left open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. His thrusts became short and sloppy as you neared your climax, your walls fluttering around him. 

“You feel so good,” he breathed against your neck, “wanna feel you cum around me.” 

You clenched around him in a vice grip as you came, a strangled cry and his name gracing your lips. You threw your head back into the pillow below you as your orgasm washed over you. Edward whined against you as he helped you ride out your high. 

Edward’s hips faltered against your own and he quickly pulled out of you. He didn’t get very far, though, and his release coated your thighs. You whimpered as it ran down your thighs, warmer than you thought it’d be. 

You panted, attempting to catch your breath. Edward leaned down and captured your lips in his. You reached up and ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer. 

“I love you too,” you finally whispered as you pulled away. 

His lips curved into a smile, “Was it everything you imagined?” 

“Better,” you replied, your mind racing with a thousand different scenarios. Edward met your eyes before groaning, a boyish smile gracing his features as he lay beside you. 

[thewulf]

Forever Yours || Paul Lahote

Summary: Request -Okay so reader is Bella's (fraternal) twin sissy. She moved to Forks with Bella and the whole first book happens WITHOUT her knowing what's going on. She's just as in the dark as Charlie is..... Read Rest Here

A/N: LOVED THIS. LOVE TWILIGHT. Keep them coming!! Thank you for the requests as always!

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Swan Sister Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

TW: Possessiveness

You and your sister, Bella, had always gotten along well even being so different. She was the shy twin who always stood behind you. You on the other hand always fought Bella’s battles because she needed it, that’s what sisters were for. The two of you weren’t identical, and your personalities could not have been more different. Yet, at the end of the day, she was the person you knew would always understand you. She was your best friend and confidant. So, when she proposed moving back in with Charlie you followed along with her.

Things changed when the two of you moved to Forks and not in a way you liked. She began distancing herself from you after she met Edward. Instead of coming home and gossiping about your respective days she started going to the Cullen’s house. She stopped telling you things. She became protective and oh so secretive over her boyfriend. You confided in Charlie more than you could ever expect. You hung out with Jessica and Angela more than you would’ve ever dreamed. Still, you looked after your sister. She was the shy one who fell hard and fast. For whatever reason you just couldn’t seem to trust Edward. When she finally let the two of you meet he was just off and you couldn’t seem to pinpoint what it was.

It wasn't until the departure of Edward Cullen, leaving Bella desolate and shattered, that the mysterious shroud enveloping your lives began to unravel at a rapid pace. As Bella struggled to navigate through the abyss of heartbreak, you tried your hardest to be the strength that she needed. But it often felt like you were failing her. Like nothing you could say would offset any of the heartbreak she was feeling. And you were angry. Angry at the stupid family that decided to vanish without a trace. For even though Edward seemed off he seemed like he truly was deeply in love with your sister.

Your only saving grace was your old friend Jacob. He found a way to bring your shattered twin back to the surface of the water she was struggling to swim in. The three of you spent so many nights together doing everything and nothing at the same time. Laughing till your faces were blue and finding the human connection she so desperately needed. You could never thank him enough for bringing back your sister you had lost for so many months.

But even that wasn’t enough for him to leave. When Jacob withdrew from both of your lives you became the sad twin. It was Bella who became angry like you were so many months prior. Bella forced you in the truck one afternoon claiming she had a bone to pick with the second boy who abandoned her in so many months. You had no desire to see the boy, but Bella demanded you come with her.

You watched as she pounded on the door of his home only to be met with nothing. You waited in the truck as Bella noticed Sam and his pack off to the side of Jacob’s home. Her footsteps treaded the path towards Sam and his pack, heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. It was only when you saw her physically push Sam, the leader of the tribe, did you bolt out of the car trying to catch your sister from doing anything too drastic.

"Bella, stop!" you cried out, your voice tinged with desperation as you rushed forward. Your heart was hammering desperately in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you as you reached out towards Bella, hoping to stop the impending confrontation.

But it was too late. Bella's palm has already met one of the dark-haired boys cheeks with a sharp crack, the sound reverberating through the trees. You watch in dismay as the man’s expression darkened. His features contorted with fury, a primal growl rumbling in his chest that even startled you. The forest seemed to hold its breath as the world became silent at what the next move of the man could possibly be. You gulped feeling the tension thick in the air.

And then in the midst of the events that were unfolding you looked to the men in front of you looking at each of them one by one before your eyes finally met the one who had just been slapped. His gaze locked onto yours, a fleeting moment of connection amidst the tumult that surrounded you. In that instant, everything seemed to crystallize, the world narrowing down to just the two of you even with all the people surrounding you.

Timed seemed to slow to an utter crawl. The world around you faded into insignificance as your attention was locked in on the man. A sharp gasp came from you as you continued staring right at him. It was a feeling you had never experienced in this lifetime. Something you could never have expected. He too couldn’t seem to break his gaze away from yours. In that fleeting instant, everything seems to shift. The air crackled with anticipation, the forest holding its breath as the weight of the moment bears down upon you. It's as if the universe itself has paused, allowing you and Paul to exist in a suspended state of existence, isolated from the disorder that rages beyond the confines of your shared gaze.

As the boy who captured your heart and soul with just a single look staggered backwards, a whirlwind of emotions courses through his mind each feeling vying for dominance over the others. Anger, once burning bright within him, now dissipates like mist in the morning sun, leaving behind a hollow sense of bewilderment and wonder. His chest heaves with the effort of controlling the torrent of feelings threatening to overwhelm him. He had felt every single emotion. Saw every single emotion. You were her. You were his imprint. Only Sam had been so lucky to have found his person. And now he did. And he didn’t even know her name nor you his.

To your surprise you felt your feet moving forward as he dropped to his knees on the forest floor. Pauk was acutely aware of the weight of this moment. He had to wonder what you were feeling. You too were locked in on his own eyes, yet you could have no idea what was going on and how chaotic your seemingly normal life was about to get. But amidst the heaviness of the moment, there is something else—a glimmer of hope, a spark of possibility that ignites within him like a flame in the darkness. For in your eyes, he sees not just a reflection of his own turmoil, but also a flicker of understanding, a shared recognition of the bond that now binds the two of you together.

"What... what just happened?" Bella's voice wavers, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looks between you and the man she just slapped. But you have no answers to offer, you were just as confused as she was. While Bella's voice wavers with disbelief, her eyes dart between you and the surrounding men, searching for answers amidst the bewildering scene.

Embry, who had been standing nearby with Sam, catches your eye with a knowing smirk, a hint of understanding dancing in his gaze. He stepped forward, as if he's seen this scenario play out before. "Looks like we've got ourselves an imprint," Embry remarks, his voice tinged with amusement as he addresses Sam, who watches the unfolding scene with a composed yet cautious demeanor.

Sam nods in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable as he assesses the situation before him. His eyes shifted between you and Paul with a measured intensity, as if gauging the depth of the bond that now connects you.

Meanwhile, the boy you had originally came to see, Jacob, came sprinting out of the house that he had just ignored Bella from. His expression a mix of surprise and concern as he takes in the scene before him. His eyes narrow as they settle on Paul, a flicker of protectiveness crossing his features before he turns to you, his look softening with understanding in your utter confusion. Yet in all that was happening so fast you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from this man. He had captured your mind, body, and soul all within a single look.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jacob asks, his voice gentle yet tinged with worry as he approaches, his footsteps echoing against the damp grass.

You finally tore your gaze away from Paul somehow, your heart racing as you meet Jacob's concerned gaze. Despite the frenzy that surrounds you, his presence offers a sense of comfort, a reminder of the unwavering support that has always been there for you, negating the two weeks he had decided to ignore you for.

"I don't know what happened," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that flowed through you so unexpectedly. "But I feel... different."

Bella's eyes widen in disbelief, her mind racing to comprehend the incomprehensible. But amidst the uncertainty that envelops you all, one thing remains clear—the ties that bind you to Paul, are unbreakable, defying logic and reason with an undeniable force.

"Jacob," Sam's voice cuts through the silence, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of urgency. "Take them to Emily's. We need to talk." He motions towards Paul who was still on his knees before you.

Jacob nods in acknowledgment, his gaze flickering between you, Paul, and Sam, a silent understanding passing between them. He moves forward, his hand reaching out to gently guide you away from Paul, his touch reassuring in the confusion that surrounds you.

"Come on, Y/N, Bella," Jacob murmurs softly, "Let's go."

As Jacob reaches out to guide you away from Paul, a low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Paul's chest just as it had earlier after Bella has slapped him. His possessiveness flaring in the face of Jacob's touch. His eyes narrow, a primal instinct driving him to protect what he now considers his own.

"Hands off my girl," Paul's voice is low, but the irritated edge to it is unmistakable as he stands to takes a step towards you. His eyes never left yours. The intensity of his declaration sends a shiver down your spine, his unwavering stare holding you in a trance.

But Sam, ever the voice of reason among the sea of emotions, steps forward with a measured stride. His expression unwavering as he addresses Paul with a firm yet understanding tone. “Paul, calm down," Sam's voice carries authority, tempered with a hint of empathy as he meets Paul's frustration head-on. "We need to talk, separately. She will be just fine with Jacob."

Paul's protest is immediate, his feelings for you overwhelmingly strong. "No, she's not going anywhere without me," he insists, his voice tinged with desperation as he takes a defiant step forward, his resolve unyielding.

But Sam's gaze holds steady, his alpha like authority asserting itself in the face of Paul's defiance. "Paul, stand down," he commands, his voice brooking no argument as he meets Paul's gaze with unwavering determination. Paul winces but gives into Sam’s demands, though the reluctance is evident in the tension that lingers in his frame. His eyes remain locked on you, a silent promise of protection and devotion burning brightly within their depths.

While Jacob leads you away from Paul you can't help but feel torn between the conflicting desires that rage within you. Part of you longs to stay by Paul's side, to bask in the warmth of his unwavering love. While another part recognizes the need for clarity and understanding in the sheer confusion that threatens to consume you. And as you and Bella follow Jacob through the dense undergrowth of the forest you can't shake the feeling of Paul's presence lingering at the edges of your consciousness, a constant reminder of the inexplicable bond that now defines your existence.

Jacob guides you and Bella through a trail in the forest, a heavy silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures. Sensing the need to break the tension, Jacob takes a deep breath before breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Look, I need to tell you both something," Jacob begins, his voice cautious yet resolute. "But it's going to sound... well, it's going to sound crazy."

You and Bella exchange a puzzled glance, the weight of Jacob's words settling uneasily in the pit of your stomachs. You've both sensed that there's more to the Quileute tribe than meets the eye, but the truth remains shrouded in mystery.

Jacob takes a moment to gather his thoughts before coming out with it. "The thing is... we're not exactly... normal," he admits, his words halting as he struggles to find the right way to explain the inexplicable. "We're... werewolves."

The revelation hangs in the air like a heavy fog, enveloping you and Bella in a cloud of disbelief. For a moment, neither of you can find the words to respond, the enormity of Jacob's confession leaving you speechless. "Werewolves?" Bella's voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with shock as she looks to Jacob for confirmation.

Jacob nods solemnly, his expression grave as he meets Bella's gaze. "Yes. And there's something else. Something called imprinting."

You nodded along, “That’s what the one guy just said. We’ve got ourselves an imprint? What is that?” You asked pressing him further.

Jacob smiled knowing that your life was going to change, hopefully for the better. "It's when a wolf finds their soulmate. Their other half. The one person they're meant to be with for the rest of their lives." Bella's brow furrows in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what Jacob is telling her. But you, on the other hand, feel a strange sense of recognition stir within you, a faint echo of the inexplicable connection you felt with Paul.

As Bella sighs with uncertainty, Jacob senses the weight of her confusion and seeks to provide clarity. "And... and what does that have to do with what happened back there?" Bella asks, her voice laden with hesitance as she gestures back in the direction of Paul and the pack.

Jacob's gaze flickers towards you, a silent acknowledgment passing between you as he prepares to reveal the truth. "It means that... Paul imprinted on you, Y/N," he explains gently, his eyes filled with compassion as he meets your bewildered gaze. "He's your soulmate."

“Paul.” You whispered his name out loud for the first time. Paul, your soulmate. Your heart skips a beat at the revelation, the words sinking in slowly as you struggle to comprehend the enormity of what Jacob is saying. Soulmates? It's a concept you never thought you'd entertain, let alone experience firsthand.

"Soulmate?" Bella's voice echoes your thoughts, her eyes widening in astonishment as she turns to you for confirmation.

You nod slowly, the reality of the situation beginning to sink in. "I... I don't understand it all," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you grapple with the implications of Jacob's words as the three of you walked through the forest to what you assumed to be Emily’s place, whomever that was.

Jacob offers you a reassuring smile, his expression filled with understanding. "It's okay, Y/N. I know it's a lot to take in," he says softly, his tone gentle yet firm. "An imprint is... it's like finding your other half. Your perfect match. And for Paul, that's you."

Bella's eyes widen in realization, her mind racing to process the revelation. "So... he's bound to her? Like... forever?" she asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she seeks to grasp the intricacies of the imprinting process.

Jacob nods solemnly. "Yeah. It's a permanent bond," he explains, his tone heavy with the weight of the truth. "But it doesn't have to be romantic. It can be... it can be like a best friend too. Someone who's always there for you, no matter what."

The realization washes over you like a tidal wave, the enormity of the situation sinking in as you come to terms with the truth of Paul's imprint. It's a bond that transcends the boundaries of time and space, forging a connection between two souls that can never be broken.

And as you walked surrounded by the whispering of the trees and the steady presence of Jacob by your side, you find yourself beginning to accept the truth of your newfound destiny. The road ahead may be filled with uncertainty, but with the unwavering support of your sister and the friendship of Jacob, you know that you'll face whatever challenges may come your way head-on.

As you, Bella, and Jacob step into Emily's cozy kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked muffins envelops you, a comforting contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within. Emily's warm smile greets Jacob, her eyes alight with joy as she rushes forward to embrace him.

"Jacob, it's been too long!" Emily exclaims, her voice filled with genuine affection as she pulls back to look at him.

Jacob returns her embrace, offering a sheepish grin. "I know, Em. It's good to see you," he replies warmly.

Emily's gaze then shifts to you and Bella, her smile widening as she takes in your presence. "And who do we have here?" she asks, her tone friendly and inviting.

Jacob gestures towards you and Bella. "Emily, this is Y/N and Bella Swan," he introduces, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "They're new to town, and we thought I'd bring them by to meet you." He spoke referencing the pack as a whole. It was intriguing watching him operate now that you knew why he up and disappeared on you those weeks ago.

Emily's eyes widen with recognition as she looks at Bella. "Ah, the Swan sisters! Charlie's girls. I’ve heard a lot about you two," she remarks with a knowing nod. Then her gaze shifts to Bella, and her expression changes to one of surprise. "And you're the vampire girl, aren't you?"

Your heart nearly stops at Emily's words, the revelation hitting you like a sudden jolt. Vampire girl? You exchange a bewildered glance with Bella, who looks equally taken aback. Edward was a vampire? What next… mermaids?

"What? Bella? Vampires?" you stammer, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you struggle to comprehend Emily's words.

Bella's face turns crimson, her embarrassment palpable as she shoots you an apologetic glance. Her eyes told you that she would explain it all later. "Emily, I'm so sorry," she begins, her voice tinged with mortification. "Y/N, this is... um... kind of a long story."

As the truth about vampires and the supernatural world of Forks begins to unfold, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the enormity of it all. But amidst the confusion and embarrassment, there's a sense of shared understanding that together you'll navigate the challenges that lie ahead. As the conversation continues in Emily's kitchen, laughter and chatter filling the air, the sound of approaching footsteps draws your attention. Sam, Paul, and Embry enter the room, their expressions relaxed and jovial as they exchange banter with Jacob.

"Hey, look who decided to join the party!" Jacob teases, a playful grin spreading across his face as he greets his packmates.

Sam chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Couldn't stay away, could we?" he retorts, a hint of mischief in his voice as he exchanges friendly jabs with Jacob.

Paul's gaze finds yours amidst the commotion, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Y/N," he says, his voice gentle yet earnest as he steps forward, his eyes meeting yours with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless.

"Paul," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his gaze, a rush of anticipation coursing through you at the prospect of speaking with him alone.

Sensing the unspoken tension between you and Paul, Jacob steps forward with a knowing smile. "I'll leave you two to get to know each other," he says, his tone light yet meaningful as he gives you a subtle nod of encouragement.

As Jacob and the others retreat away from the kitchen to give you and Paul some privacy, you find yourselves alone in the midst of Emily's bustling kitchen. The air crackles with anticipation as Paul takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that sets your heart racing. "Y/N, I wanted to talk to you," Paul begins, his voice soft yet filled with determination as he gathers his thoughts. "About what happened earlier. About us. If that’s okay with you."

You swallow hard, the weight of Paul's words hanging heavy in the air as you search for the right response. "Paul, I... I don't even know where to begin," you admit, your voice trembling with uncertainty as you struggle to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to overwhelm you completely.

But Paul reaches out, his hand finding yours with a gentle touch that sends a shiver down your spine. "We'll figure it out together, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with conviction. "Whatever happens, I'll always be here for you. I promise you that."

As you stand there, enveloped in the warmth of Paul's presence, a soft blush tinges your cheeks as you struggle to find the right words to express the swirl of emotions coursing through you. Your heart races with anticipation, your thoughts a jumble of uncertainty and longing. "This is all a lot," you murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his gaze with a shy smile. "But it's a good thing you're so... so handsome." You weren’t sure where that surge of confidence came from, maybe it was the bond. But even you couldn’t deny the sheer beauty of the man that stood before you. You feel a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness, unsure of how Paul will respond to your flirty compliment.

Paul's expression shifts, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Is that your way of saying you think I'm cute, Y/N?" he teases, his voice low and husky.

You bite your lip, a playful glint in your eyes as you meet his gaze. "Maybe," you reply coyly, a hint of flirtatiousness creeping into your tone as you lean in closer to him. "You'll just have to stick around to find out."

As a smirk tugs at the corners of Paul's lips, his gaze intensifies, locking onto yours with a magnetic pull that leaves you breathless. You feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins as he leans in even closer, the air crackling with electricity between you.

"Oh, I intend to, pretty girl" Paul murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers ripping through your body. His words are filled with promise, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he closes the distance between you, his breath warm against your skin. “Don’t you worry about that.”

A soft gasp escapes your lips as Paul's hand gently cups your cheek, his touch sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Your heart pounds in your chest as his lips brush against yours in a tantalizing whisper, a feather-light caress that ignites a fire deep within your soul.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N Swan," Paul whispers against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration. "I can't help but be drawn to you. I’m forever yours pretty girl."

The sweetness of his words sends your heart soaring, a rush of euphoria washing over you as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of his affection. In that moment, all doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the undeniable connection between you and Paul, a bond forged in the flames of desire and longing. And as you surrender to the irresistible pull of his embrace, you can't help but feel a sense of bliss wash over you. With Paul by your side, you know that the journey ahead will be filled with laughter, passion, and endless moments of pure, unadulterated love.

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Hello? Are you willing to write about Jasper Hale x human female reader where they keep having inappropriate thoughts about each other and Edward cannot stand it any longer? It is completely okay if you are not interested in writing such a thing. Have a nice day :)

Lacks Control

Jasper Hale X Human!F!Reader Warnings: contains/mentions sexual content, light swearing

In most ways, you thought similarly to most humans and thought you understood how the world worked. You knew that there were balances in place, checks that keep the universe from overreaching a little too far. You believed in energies, and how people interact with each other often impacts what they receive unto themselves. You were absolutely sure that you understood yourself, but that was a year ago--before the Cullens arrived in Juneau, Alaska. Your home.

It was before Jasper arrived.

Now, a year later, you could hardly believe how different things have become; in many ways, you don't see the world in the same way. You see the world as brighter, and intense, and more mysterious than its made out to be. You glance at the alarm clock, shocked to see only minutes left--the night got away from you faster than you expected. It felt like you had just laid down, and now slanted morning light is streaming in from the partially open window—unbelievable.

You hardly understood what you heard that night, and if they wouldn't have reacted so brashly—you probably would have written it off, and left without another thought.

However, upon hearing Rosalie, Emmett, and Bella talking about Jasper's control—you almost left right there, but no—they kept talking. They said too much to just write off, and when they turned that corner to see you pale white pressed against the wall. They realized just how much you had heard, and its not like they could just make you forget—so there. That's how you found out the newest members of Juneau community were vampires, and that humans knowing their secret is not exactly accepted.

Despite Jasper being the topic of conversation that night, his control specifically, you almost forgot it entirely every time you saw him. Admittedly, Jasper was terrifying and in the right lighting, his scars were very visible even to a human. His eyes were often dark, and his expression stoic and tight. Most of the time, you tried to avoid him entirely, but being near him was exhilarating. It felt like gravity pressing against you, everything impossible, felt possible.

Now that left you in a precarious position, with an undeniable attraction to probably the most lethal Cullen.

Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, half the time you were in the same room with him—all you could think about was the possibility of undressing him. Images of your fingers dragging down his body, and it wasn't like you had to use your imagination—you had caught him changing once and that was it. All the fuel your mind needed to keep you interested, practically drooling at the thought.

"Darling?" You hmm, sitting up straight in your seat, you mentally curse yourself for letting your mind wander so far. Remember that whole thing about how you thought you were normal before, now you know you think differently because who else loses time like this? Who else could go from their home, all the way to their University; just thinking, just itching to think about him.

Once more, his eyes were in that in-between shade—not exactly amber, but not bright either like his unofficial siblings. You were shocked at the beginning of the semester when he walked into this class, because what was a vampire doing at the University of Southeast Alaska? No reason, but Jasper must had his because it takes a real psychopath to spend their time in an Animal Physiology class. Yet Jasper fit right in, and you have to admit the company is much nicer than others might think.

However, it was also incredibly distracting and in some distasteful ways, you spent the better half of class time enamored by him. His thick southern drawl, the way his blonde curls moved when he spoke, but especially with his hands. God, what else can those hands do? Per usual though, you feel warmth spread to your cheeks and look at your hands, you really need to get a handle on yourself if you plan on passing this class.

"Yes?" You ask, practically cursing the very ground you walk as you pretend to scribble down some notes on the cellular makeup of artic mammals—only it wasn't information the professor was saying, but rather verbatim notes of the last line you wrote. In fact, it is the same thing you've written at least ten times on the paper, but you just couldn't help your wandering mind.

"Class ended five minutes ago..." You perk, eyes widening as you look around the room and see that no one else is here. Just you... slowly, your eyes turn to Jasper. And him. Just you and him.

Perhaps his words shouldn’t have affected your demeanor, or maybe it had more to do with being alone with him, but something inside you snapped. Not only did you clearly feel an urge to take his face in between your palms and kiss him—you also had the inherent urge to bury your face into your arms and hope you got sucked away.

“Fantastic…” You kind of murmur into your skin, before sitting up with a sharp inhale and glancing over at the smirking Texan. His accent always seemed so out of place in Alaska, his honey like drawl always stood out when he spoke. It’s what got your attention in the first place, you couldn’t help yourself when you heard it.

You shut your notebook, sliding it into your bag with your laptop and pens—zipping it before Jasper tossed it over his shoulder. This was the routine, he showed up and you spent more than half of class imagining a million different ways you could take him on the desk.

Was that wrong? You hardly think it’s a good thing, but when you glance over at him. The way he held open your doors, and always close enough to catch you if your feet bumped each other. How could you not have those kinds of thoughts?

“Carlisle and Esme are still asking when you’re coming over again?” You hmm, before looking forward again—processing what he said, it just always takes a second.

“Oh yeah, we can head there now. I don’t have anything to do today.” If you weren’t too busy trying to ignore the throb of your chest, you would have seen the smile. The one that Jasper only reserved for you.

“Well then, after you…” Jasper holds open the door, letting you pass before leading you towards his car.

The Cullens were happy when you came around, Alice had told Jasper that he’d find someone eventually. She knew you were coming, but no one knew the effect it would have on him. The way he seemed to control himself, he didn’t feel like a runaway train anymore. The way Jasper seemed to smile more often, especially when he spoke of you.

“Y/N!” Esme exclaims as you enter the Cullen home, embracing you close as she smiles brightly. She always seemed so excited to see you, more than the others—what you didn’t know, was she had wished more than anything for Jasper to have someone. They all had their person, and well, finding you just fit into the puzzle so well. “Oh it’s so good to see you.”

You follow after her, Jasper watching as you go before heading into the living room. While he knew you’d be preoccupied for the time being, he couldn’t help, but sit in a spot where he could see you.

Today you seemed extra beautiful, not just beautiful—ravishing. You weren’t doing anything different, but something about the way you were looking at him earlier. If he were human, his heart would have been racing and his breath caught up.

What did you look like naked? The thought caught him off guard, it piqued his interest as he admired you from afar. Jasper did his best to not rush into things, to let you take the lead when it came to your relationship.

Did you have any birthmarks? He wondered how long it would take to count every freckle and mark upon your skin, if he could kiss each and every one. He’d even been in the room with you before, when you decided to stay over and you changed into some of his clothes. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to look.

You could feel his eyes on you, even from across the room. Even as Esme spoke to you so earnestly about something, you glanced over.

Jasper seemed to be looking at you, but also into you—you could feel the intensity. The sensation of him, again thoughts from class came to mind.

What would it feel like to be between a wall and his body? You purse your lips, trying not to linger on the thought—but they seem to always come in twos. And if you were, what would he do? God you wanted to know so bad… To feel what it felt like to be under him, pleading with him to take you right there.

“That’s it!” Jasper moves quickly as Edward appears at the bottom of the stairs, “You two need to go!” It wasn’t angry, but Jasper was at your side.

“Edward?! What’s wrong?”

“These two! They need to go, I can’t take another minute of them having mind sex.”

Your eyes widen, looking over at Jasper who seems to be looking everywhere except at you.

“You could just—not read our minds?” Edward shakes his head at your assertion, pushing you both towards the door.

“Nope. Your thoughts are too loud to just ignore.”

“I-” Edward gives a final shove out the door, as you bump into Jasper. Feeling his hand brace against your waist, steadying you as the mind reader gives a smile.

“Go to their house. And, think whatever thoughts you want. Just not here.” The door shuts and you look over at Jasper, then away as quickly as possible. Cheeks flushed warm.

Perhaps you should have saw that coming, Edward practically avoided you like a plague when you were over.

“So mind sex, huh?” You groan, glancing up at Jasper—the playfulness of his tone suppressing the obvious curiosity you note in his eyes.

“It takes two…” His smile broadens as he unlocks the car door, “Two people.”

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“Whatever you say, darlin’…”