#emmet/reader

[leggerefiore]

Various Dinner Date Ideas

cw: food discussion, fluff

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Nanu, Grimsley, Colress, Larry, Lear

▲Ingo▼

● The fast food restaurant was not the worst among the ones present in Nimbasa, and you were not going to pretend that you were above eating at one in this lifetime. That, and, well, Ingo certainly could prove himself a bit of a forgetful eater, so seeing him able to happily munch on something was an appealing sight. The older twin often skipped his breaks and meals to focus on work. His dedication was admirable, but his health was concerning. So, when he asked to stop for dinner at a fast food place, you were not going to stop him from having a small indulgence.

● You both sat at a table as people around faded in and out while the employees worked away in the background. Ingo happily ate the burger he has ordered, finally getting a proper calorie intake for the day. A few fries were shared between you both as he spoke about his day. Apparently, it had been quite eventful as the busy season rolled in. Transit management during the holidays sounded quite maddening, so you listened to him rant and laughed at his face growing red when he realised what he was doing. Still, you reassured him it was fine. It was nice to see the overly formal man relax and be himself. He cleared his throat and finished his food, making sure that you did as well. It was not much of a dinner date, but you certainly felt that you had enjoyed yourself.

▽Emmet△

○ The bakery café was a nicer one, as Emmet had quite familiarised himself with the money sweet sellers in the city. Many seemed to recognise him, too. Greeting him with a smile despite his usual brevity with words. The younger twin's sweet tooth was no well-kept secret. Most knew how to get to his heart was to bring him something sugary. He was quite easy to please, but it was certainly unlikely to actually sway him in any case. Really, it was a bit concerning how much he consumed, but it never seemed to affect him. His happiness seemed most important in the end – Even Ingo had relented that. It was no surprise when he brought you there even when this was supposed to be a dinner date.

○ You shared a table, enjoying coffee and a bit of sugar alongside a sandwich, thankfully for some actual nutrition. Emmet smiled at the strawberry chiffon cake he had ordered before bringing his fork down into it. The sweet was soon to disappear as he finally had a moment to enjoy it. You sighed at the sight, but his genuine happiness made it hard to complain. He rested his head in his hand as he watched you enjoy your own order. The joy really had reached his eyes, showing that it was more than just his usual grin plastered on his face. You supposed it was not the worst spot for dinner, especially when it clearly made Emmet so happy. He only giggled when you lightly chided him for his tastes as you left together.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss was not really one for dates. If you asked, he would go, but he otherwise was not much of an initiator for anything romantic. So, when he offered to eat out dinner with you, it was difficult to say no. Though, ending up in a fast place was a bit surprising. He sat across from you at the table, almost making you laugh at his suit, being a bit ruffled from his long day at work. Beef bowls. You supposed off all people, Cyrus did seem quite fond of protein. He was surprisingly muscular under all his layers and baggier preference towards clothing. You sat with him, quickly ordering your own choice off the menu. His order was quite large, making you sigh. He probably skipped out on lunch. Cyrus was really not the type to pull away from work unless he had to.

☄️ You both ate in a relative silence, making you wonder if this was even a date at all. But, he seemed to take occasional glances at you. It was clear he was observing you, likely attempting to make sure that you were enjoying yourself. The thought made you chuckle. When you both finished, he covered the bill and headed out with you. The streets of Veilstone were empty as night landed and the chill of wind whipped through. His hand held your own. You leaned into his side to stave off some of the weather. He finally spoke more than just a simple greeting. “… I apologise for how busy I've been lately,” his voice was a deep rumble, “I will try for a proper date sometime soon.” Suddenly, you could forgive him.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 The Kahuna was a pretty predictable man. Despite how mysterious and unknown as he came off, there was a pattern to him, and it was hard to break it. So, unsurprisingly, dinner was a similar thing quite often. More often than not, the old man could be seen with a cup noodle quietly watching something on his monitor with a Meowth curled up in his lap. But, he also ventured out to other places. Sushi High Roller was a place where one could frequently find the man enjoying a meal. And, well, if he was offering a meal date. It was more than likely you would find yourself there with the Nanu. The staff clearly knew him well, regularly greeting the Kahuna eagerly.

🌑 Which led to you sitting across from him as he ate the Ronin set he ordered. It would almost seem like the man was starved with how he ate, making you laugh a bit. He gave a few bits of conversation with you, occasionally with his mouth full. A half-hearted apology came next, but it was mostly relaxing. The food was good — This fish certainly fresh. It almost seemed like Nanu was back in a familiar place. He talked a bit about various goings-on, but it all teetered off into a comfortable silence. In the end, he paid for both of your meals, making sure you enjoyed yourself. The softness under his gruff exterior was always a nice thing to see.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler had tastes that varied, but it was plain as day to anyone that dared observe that he was a rich boy at heart. Even if he sometimes had no money due to his name from his certain proclivities – He had clear, expensive preferences. Fine suits, fine liquor, and fine dining. It was not surprising when he popped into various expensive dining establishments in Black City. He was notorious around. Whether he would pay was always but in the air, but he usually did. So, most places did not kick him out. And, for you, he was quite a fan of dates. So, you often were brought along to these places for high society even if you were not a true participant. Staff often greeted Grimsley with various degrees of enthusiasm, which led to a strange feeling.

♡ He ordered something beyond your understanding while you went for something in your range – and at a reasonable price. Even you were aware of the gamble for whether Grimsley had the money to pay out or not. Though, a slight insistence from him to really enjoy yourself typically meant he did and wanted you to be spoiled in a sense. So, you both enjoyed your meals. Grimsley was extremely proper in his eating manner, portraying the high-class bloodline of which he was descended. You, too, quite enjoyed the food. He paid with ease, knocking off your still remnant concern of whether he would or not. As both left together, he brought an arm around your waist and glanced at you teasingly. “Did you think ol' Grimsley was going to leave you high and dry?” he joked, “I'm not that cruel, darling.” A single peck to your lips silenced your reply before he brought you along back to his condominium.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 The scientist was dedicated. That was likely the best way to describe him. Nothing was to stop his research – not laws, not morals. He worked and lived solely for his own educational satisfaction and results for his research. You had known this when you met him, and it had only become more reinforced over time. There was little to be done about it. Really, nothing on this planet likely could sway Colress. Though, you did feel concern when he failed to leave his laboratory for an entire day. He had not brought any food with him, and you felt certain that you had not seen him leave it once. So, worrying about your boyfriend's health, you decided to act.

🧪 Entering his room, you found him bent over his desk, working on some machine likely beyond comprehension yet so obviously named “Colress Machine” number whatever. You tapped him on his back, gathering his attention. Holding out a take-out container to him, you watched his yellow eyes shoot wide as he took it. Popping it open, he pulled out the lox bagel you had got for him. He finally pulled away from his work to take a bite, seemingly finally realising his hunger. You shook your head as you watched him eat. When he finished, his disposed of the remains and changed his gloves. “… It appears that I had forgotten to eat,” his voice a bit tired, “Thank you.” You tugged his blue strand in reply and scolded him.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 If there was a thing about the salaryman that was clear to understand, it was his love of food. With little things that he seemed able to enjoy in his life, he could always enjoy a nice meal on his break between all his various work. It was really no wonder that many of your dates with him revolved around that subject. Medali was full of places to eat, so trying out new places that he had heard about was simply a good time. But, his favourite was unchanging. The Treasure Eatery continued to be the most frequent place these dates ended up at. So, you found yourself just as familiar with the staff as poor Larry was and the witness to many gym battles. Evenings were less intense, at least.

🍙 You watched as Larry enjoyed the onigiri with a peaceful expression. It was about the only time his business face fell away to something more genuine. The challenge not to smile too much could often prove to be difficult. It would make him revert unconsciously, alas. Though seeing such a basic dish brought him so much joy was genuinely a bit sweet. You wondered if he would ever think of leaving his business life behind to be a food reviewer professionally. He would likely be less stressed. Still, you enjoyed your own order. He paid, and you both left the restaurant together to head back to the apartment. Larry glanced at you with a rare, small smile and thanked you for joining him. You could only grin back at him.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince was spoiled. It was no secret. Even with his obvious difficulties he had faced in life, it was clear that if he truly desired something, it would be obtained for him. So, with food, it was rare that he did not eat something that he desired. Restaurants all over Pasio were admittedly to his tastes. (Which had led to him asking you for your “commoner” opinion on things fairly frequently.) And, it was rare that you did not share a meal with Lear, especially after becoming his “betrothed.” (Him deciding that with little input from you. Not that you really wanted to fight it.) This meant you ended up at his villa quite often, where you shared a table with the prince and servants brought in the food. The dishes were always luxurious and far too much for what you were used to eating. Granted, should you have requested anything, it would have been added to the menu.

🪙 It was something amusing to watch the prince eat. His table manners were careful and trained. There were no clearer signs of his posh upbringing than that. Many of the things you did regularly caught his attention at the table. Politely, Sawyer would come up to you afterwards and direct you towards proper behaviour since poor Lear was terrified at the thought of his father rejecting you for whatever small reason. The multiple silverware were still going over your head, but you tried your best to keep up. Somewhere, you had the urge to really take him out for fast food to culture shock him. He observed you back, grinning more genuinely when you clearly enjoyed the food served. Somehow, meals were always an event with the prince. (He boasted about how he had enlightened your palette afterwards, making you laugh.)

[yanban-san]

SCPMas - AU-Tober #2

I wrote the two as SCPs for the second day. I tried to keep it like a typical SCP document, so it was very interesting to try and keep it in the style of SCP writing! I hope y'all like. :3

(Tags: Submas, Slight, implied X-reader) Item #: SCP-9018

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Instances of SCP-9018-W and SCP-9018-B spotted are to be reported to the supervising officials immediately. Containment procedures are in place at locations of previous manifestations of SCP-9018, and any and all locations noted on "station" maps are to be secured following encounters with SCP-9018.

Chainlink fences are established around the perimeters of all locations where SCP-9018 have manifested. Due to the potential for re-appearances, all buildings and areas surrounding previous instances are to be monitored closely and inspected once a month by Foundation personnel for signs of re-establishment. Security cameras and EMF detectors are also to be placed strategically across designated areas and monitored for anomalous activity.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W are to be contained in the abandoned Northern branch of the [REDACTED] platform of the New York Subway System. Containment procedures are to be carried out by Foundation Personnel with Psionic Training Level III at minimum. Refer to Incident reports 9018-A-19900317 and 9018-A-19960401 for further information. Electrified fences lining the perimeter of the containment area are primarily for the prevention of explorers from reaching the containment area.

In the event of a containment breach, all personnel are to communicate purely through electronic means. Any personnel attempting to communicate through physical talking and actions are to be treated as SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W causing psychic distortions to prevent themselves from being perceived. The full limits of SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W's psionic manipulative abilities are yet to be studied following the previous containment breach.

Description:

SCP-9018 is an anomalous Subway Station that manifests within abandoned structures and and buildings and potentially other locations. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-002] On the surface, it functions almost identically to a regular subway station. During the day, the station is devoid of any life forms outside of instances designated as 9018-A, who resemble and act as regular human employees of the station. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Upon approaching the ticket counter, an individual will be presented with a schedule of stations to go to. Should a ticket be purchased, the individual becomes an instance now designated as 9018-P, for passenger. At this point, the individual is compelled by unknown reasons to wait for their train and board it. Beyond that, 9018-P holds all of their original cognitive functions, but any attempts to get them to leave the station with the ticket will result in them attempting to rationalize a reason why they cannot. No tickets have been recovered to date.

Within 4-12 minutes after purchasing a ticket, a train will appear to take 9018-P to their chosen destination. These locations occasionally match to actual, existent railway stations and stops across the world- However, other stations with no known match have been documented appearing. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101] Upon arrival at an actual station, 9018-P will appear stepping out of a regular arriving train or on the train they departed on, depending on the liveliness and schedule of current trains at the station. If the station is a non-existent, communication is typically lost with 9018-P for the duration of their trip. [Refer to Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101]

At night, SCP-9018 suddenly springs to "life", with trains arriving and dropping off hundreds of instances of 9018-P-D, which were originally thought to be other human passengers disembarking at a random station- However, Experiment Log-9018-Ex-101 reveals that the individuals disembarking typically resemble both recent and long deceased persons within the local area. At this point, two individuals identified as 9018-B and 9018-W emerge from any trains within the vicinity, and attempt to leave the station. Instances of 9018-A have been observed chatting with and engaging in friendly actions towards instances of 9018-P-D- At this point, any human individuals within the station are encouraged to engage and talk with 9018-P-D and 9018-A, typically by 9018-A.

SCP-9018-B and SCP-9018-W appear to be two train conductors, and in particular, two twins, who control the entirety of SCP-9018. [Refer to Interview Log 9018-Int-001]. They have the ability to set train schedules and determine where SCP-9018 will manifest next. Instances of 9018-A obey their orders, as well as instances of 9018-P, which they are amicable towards.

9018-B and 9018-W at this point attempt to leave SCP-9018 entirely and enter any local population center. Their actions in cities and towns have not been observed, but they have been observed returning to SCP-9018 with humans. However, these humans are later observed walking around their town with no recollection of any supposed interaction with 9018-B and 9018-W. Typically within one to two weeks of this interaction, however, the individual dies by any multitude of means. After this, these individuals can be seen among the litany of 9018-P-D instances.

Addendum:

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[Interview Log 9018-Int-001] Interviewed: SCP-9018-W. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the first interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. [Begin Log] Interviewer: Hello, is this uh- On? SCP-9018-W: Hello. Who are you? My brother and I must get back to work. Interviewer: Please identify yourself. SCP-9018-W: Mm. I don't think I want to. Interviewer: So… Uh, well, we can hold you here indefinitely if we choose to, so I would- I would suggest you do that. SCP-9018-W: Oh dear. That is verrry not nice. Interviewer: I would appreciate if you would answer my question. Now, who are you? SCP-9018-W: I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I run the Subway with my Brother, yup! It is verrry fun. But you won't call me Emmet, will you? Those people like to give us silly names. Interviewer: You will probably receive a classification of some kind. Thank you for introducing yourself, Emmet. I am █████. Can I ask where this train station came from? SCP-9018-W: It comes and goes as needed. Like the trains. We take our passengers where they are needed, or wanted, and then they disembark. Interviewer: Where do they go once they disembark? SCP-9018-W: They stay in the station. They don't like to go far. That's another one of our jobs! Interviewer: What do you mean? SCP-9018-W: Hmmhmm. We help them sometimes. That is all I will say. Interviewer: …Alright, I'll leave that there… SCP-9018-W: Would you like to ride our train? Interviewer: Excuse me? SCP-9018-W: Yup! You seem like you could use a ride, yup. Our trains are verrrry nice. Interviewer: Uh- No, thank you- Er- What did you say your title was again? You're a… "Subway Boss?" SCP-9018-W: That is correct. And you won't ride? That makes me sad. Interviewer: Er- No, Sorry- But what does that mean? Are you employed at the Subway? Er- What duties do you carry out, exactly? SCP-9018-W: Mm. No. I won't tell you that. Brother and I keep it secret. If you want to know, you should ride our Subway! Interviewer: …No, thank you. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Despite Researcher █████'s inexperience, they handled the interview well. However, SCP-9018-W refused to talk anymore on the subject, instead insisting on offering researcher █████ free tickets if they rode on SCP-9018's trains.]

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Interviewed: SCP-9018-B. Interviewer: Junior Researcher █████. Foreword: SCP-9018-B and 9018-W were seen leaving an instance of SCP-9018 and were apprehended by Foundation Security Personnel. This begins the second interview with a junior researcher who happened to be present during an observation of SCP-9018. Interviewer: Alright, let's begin with your- SCP-9018-B: Who are you? Why did those men attack me and my brother? Where is he? I won't speak with you until I've seen him! Interviewer: I can't let you see your brother right now, but he is safe. I uh- I've spoken to him myself. SCP-9018-B: And how can I trust you? You… Interviewer: You'll have to trust me. If you answer my questions, we should be able to reunite you both. SCP-9018-B: Very well. I am Ingo. I am a Subway Boss, alongside my brother. We run the trains you've been- Or, well, those men have been spying on. Your group refuses to let us alone, you know? We're not doing anything wrong. Interviewer: I- I can understand that, but- Well, we don't know exactly what you're doing anyway. How does your train system even work? SCP-9018-B: Simple; trains go places. People wish to go places. We take people where they wish to go- And make a few stops along the way. If you like, you may ride our trains too- In spite of the abhorrent way your… company have treated us. Interviewer: Again, I'm sorry about that- SCP-9018-B: Would you like to ride our train? I'm quite sure you would find it lovely. Interviewer: I'm quite alright, thank you- I'm more curious about your train, and the work you and your brother do. Where did you guys find your employees? SCP-9018-B: Our train is a train. I'm not quite sure how to explain it anymore than that. And… The work we do… Well, we keep the trains running on schedule, and going wherever people might want them to go. Our employees… I'm not sure why you would be interested in them. They, like us, work for the railway company. Interviewer: The Railway company? SCP-9018-B: Yes! They employ us. I'm certain the Company would not be happy if our schedule was delayed; Ergo, you should let me and my brother go. Interviewer: We'll get back to that. For now, can you tell me… Where do your passengers come from? SCP-9018-B: You should ride our train. The passengers we carry… They do love to tell their stories, and I'm certain you would find more answers talking to them than with us. Interviewer: [laugh.] I doubt they'd have anything to say to me. SCP-9018-B: You would be surprised. [End Log.] Closing Statement: [Recording Equipment shut off at this point, and researcher █████ requested the pair be released after concluding the interview. █████ was sent for a full medical and psychological examination following the events of whatever interview took place with SCP-9018-B. Researcher █████ was later provided with class-b amnesiacs per request.]

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Experiment Log 9018-Ex-101

D-Class Personnel Serial Number 247187, Name █████ █████- Subject 9018-001. Sent into SCP-9018 to ascertain anomalous properties of SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 is guided by Dr. Martin. [Note of Interest: Subject 9018-001's criminal record was subject to particular scrutiny. Subject 9018-001 refused association or responsibility for all criminal activity that resulted in their subsequent life sentencing. Subject 9018-001 was particularly interested in redeeming themselves and removing their resultant record.] Subject 9018-001 enters SCP-9018. Subject 9018-001 remarks on the "cleanliness" of the station and how they did not expect to see such a station down here. Subject 9018-001 is instructed to purchase a ticket from the ticket booth. Subject 9018-001 does so. Subject 9018-001 engages in conversation with an instance of SCP-9018-A. SCP-9018-A appears to be aware of Subject 9018-001's criminal record. SCP-9018-A expresses pity and offers Subject 9018-001 a "special ticket" and rate. Despite orders not to, Subject 9018-001 agrees after viewing SCP-9018-A's map (not available from recorded footage) Upon purchase of the ticket, Dr. Martin insisted that Subject 9018-001 exit SCP-9018 immediately. Subject 9018-001 at this point became an instance of SCP-9018-P, and refused. Subject 9018-001 proceeds to wait for their train to arrive. Ticket information is displayed to their personal camera. [Boarding Station: [REDACTED] Destination: [REDACTED]] After approximately eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, a train rolls into station. Subject 9018-001 asks if they have permission to board, and begins walking towards the train before receiving Dr. Martin's Approval.

SCP-9018-W greets 9018-001 at the door of the train. SCP-9018-W expresses interest in Subject 9018-001's physical appearance. SCP-9018-W is joined by SCP-9018-B. 9018-B also remarks on the acceptability of their appearance. Both instances take hold of Subject 9018-001's ticket and begin conversing with Subject 9018-001 on the subject of their criminal record and subsequent service to the SCP Foundation. Subject 9018-001 sits down in a passenger cabin and SCP-9018-B leaves the cart, presumably to drive the train. SCP-9018-W continues conversing with Subject 9018-001. SCP-9018-W reveals [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] to Subject 9018-001, causing the subject to enter a slight panic. SCP-9018-W offers Subject 9018-001 a position working for their "Railway Company." Subject 9018-001 is heard accepting after several seconds of silence. Dr. Martin is unable to communicate with Subject 9018-001 at this point. SCP-9018-W addresses Dr. Martin from Subject 9018-001's personal camera and microphone. SCP-9018-W informs Dr. Martin that they will be "keeping" Subject 9018-001 for the "foreseeable future." At this point, communication with Subject 9018-001 ceases. Subject 9018-001 has not been recovered to date, nor seen among the passengers of SCP-9018. [End Log.]

[hislittlesparklejumpropequeen]

One thing, everything

Carlisle Cullen x female!reader

Summary: Carlisle wants only one thing for himself and you want nothing more than please him. Warnings: AGE GAP, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of vampire thirst, mentions of rough sex, mentions of creampie, cheating, pet names, unhealthy dynamics, kinda dark?Carlisle

Word count: 1033

An: just wanted to write something short for daddy. I wrote this half asleep, so if there are mistakes sorry about that.

Carlisle is sitting in his office. It’s a smaller room compared the places he owned in different hospitals, way different than his offices when he used to teach in universities. It’s gloomy and has a small window. His patients always complain about lack of oxygen in the room. When it gets dark in Forks, his office turns into a cave without the weak fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He would get them changed but he doesn’t need light. In fact, he runs away from light.

His eyes travel trough the walls. There are pictures of his family. His beautiful wife Esme, smiles gracefully as she hugs him. His daughters are beautiful too, Rosalie looks confident as always and Alice is just as joyful. Emmet is holding Rosalie and Alice in his arms in one picture as Jasper smiles- which is quite rarely since they moved back to Forks-. Edward is in only one picture, a family portrait. He remembers how difficult it was to convince him that day. Yet he still couldn’t manage to get him smile.

His gaze finally finds you, kneeling between his legs, looking up to him with doe eyes. Your mouth is full of his cock, lips stretched around his girth. And your spit mixed with his precum drools down your chin to your new top. He notes to buy you a new one this weekend. He smiles softly when you try to take him deeper into your throat. You are holding his thighs, fingers digging in, creates half moon shapes with the sharpness of your nails. His cold fingers caresses your cheek before he holds the base of your hair tight. Your body trembles and your wetness drips onto your underwear. He can smell your arousal, and the flavour of your very existence makes his throat sore with thirstiness. It’s been so long since he craved for a human’s blood. But you, you make him crazy with need.

“Come on pretty girl. Do better for me.” He says gently. Carlisle knows how much power he has over you. Gosh, you’re just a fragile, little human and he looks like a god in your eyes. Tears are flowing down your cheeks and you try to suck him faster. It’s almost like you can feel him down your throat, in your gullet. The sensation is painful and uncomfortable. Yet the satisfaction of Carlisle brings you more pleasure than anything ever. He groans when he feels your lips at the base of his cock. Your breath hits his blonde pubes, your warm, welcoming mouth drives him over the edge. He loves seeing you struggle on your knees, only for him. He loves having you by his feet, and pat your head when you’re good. You look so beautiful when you look up to him with those beautiful eyes of yours, beg for something you want him to get for you and then thank him with different ways he taught you.

He tries to be gentle, as much he can, and guides your head up and down on his cock. You try to catch your breath as he fucks into your mouth. He’s frowning, eyes shut tight and he looks only focused on his climax. Last time, he came on your face. This time he wants to leave his seed deep into your stomach. He knows how much you love when you are able to taste him fully. And he loves making his pretty girl happy. His hips thrusts up few times and before you know, he’s coming in your throat.

“Fuck!” He mutters and his head falls back to his leather chair. His tight hold on your hair loosens as you try to catch your breath and swallow his load. He hears you cough few times but he doesn’t look at you. He thinks of his choices. He knows he has a family, a wife to go back to. And he knows Edward can see his thoughts every single day when they all sit down in the living room, as he hold Esme in his arms. And he knows he doesn’t like it even though he wouldn’t say anything. He wonders if Alice saw this was coming or if she sees something about you that didn’t happen yet.

“Did I do good?” You ask, voice shaky and tears keep running down your cheeks. Your mascara is smudged under your eyes and there are big wet stains on your top. You look like a mess. Carlisle knows what he’s doing is wrong but having one thing for himself feels too good. Having one thing that he doesn’t need to share with others, with the rest of the world is precious. Every single time you enter his office he tells himself that he won’t do it again. And the next thing he knows that he’s fucking you hard on his desk. And in those moments he feels like the weight on his shoulders disappears.

When you’re kissing him, he doesn’t need to think about Jasper’s constant hunger. When youre riding him as your breasts bounce, he doesn’t need to think about Rosalie’s grumpy complaints about everything. When you’re begging him to come deep inside you, he doesn’t need to think about Edward’s century long depression. He only thinks about you when your tight, wet walls clench around him and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Yes, baby. You did so good.” He says as he pulls you up this lap. Your arms wrap around his neck when he settles your shaky body against his own. He holds your thigh and kisses you. The kiss is deep and makes you dizzy. His tongue swirls around yours, cold lips pressed against your burning ones.

“My turn to take care of you.” He says as his fingers trace over your skin to your underwear. His lips are right on your neck, kissing slowly when his fingertips meet with your wetness. His tongue stops right on your pulsing vein on the neck. He can only imagine how sweet you might taste. And the thrilling fantasy sends shivers down his spine. The thought of tasting you feels depraved, sick. But nothing in his life delights him more lately.

[flippinpancakes64]

How would the cullens (separately) react to a really flirtatious reader. Like where reader makes flirtatious jokes and comments about them all the time and how they would react to the reader doing that in front of other people?

The Cullens with a flirty! Reader

Am I back in my Twilight phase? Who knows. Only time will tell.

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He can hear them before you speak

And if he could blush, he would

He’s one of the more traditional people, probably the most stuck in his ways out of all of them

All that to say he goes crazy over an ankle showing

Any comments you make about him have him (mentally) blushing and telling you to stop

Now don’t get me wrong, he can dish it out too

But only in private

The moment he hears you formulating a flirty thought in your brain, his hand is covering your mouth

You rarely ever get the jump on him

He might let you speak your mind in private

But you can already forget about saying anything with others around

Alice:

She would beat you to it every single time

She’s the flirty type

Y’all match each other’s freaks

You two have had compliment wars where you guys just go back and forth flirting

She loves it though

Every compliment, every innuendo, makes her fall deeper in love with you

And if you go out of your way to flirt with her in public, she goes feral

She loves being loved and you are more than happy to do that for her

Also you can’t embarrass her

You’re talking about how sexy she looks in that dress in front of a group of classmates?

She doesn’t care

She’ll retort back about how she can’t wait to get you back home later

When they go low I go lower type beat

Jasper:

Bro is a Casanova

Absolute sweet talker

But only in private

The moment you try to flirt with him outside of the confines of your or his rooms, he’s out of his element

Again, if vampires could blush, his face would be bright red

He always gets mildly annoyed when you say insinuating stuff in public

Not actually annoyed but more of like a

“Come on, really? Now? Here?”

The truth is that he loves the attention

Just maybe not outside of the bedroom

Rosalie:

She can def take it and dish it out

If you two are together, she is your ride or die

And she wants everyone to know

She’s not shy about flirting with you in public

And she never says no to you flirting with her

She welcomes it, actually

She loves the idea of fully being someone’s

Of her partner not being afraid to show her off and publicly admit how much they love her

Some would call it vanity

Or ego

But she calls it love

Emmett:

Oh sweet Emmett

He loves it

No ifs ands or buts

He feels like he’s on cloud nine when you flirt with him

And trust me, whatever you’ve got to say, he has much worse

I think he has a dirty mind

Definitely similar to Alice in the if you go low I go lower department

You’re out with friends and you make a flirty comment?

He’s going to go on a whole rant about how much he loves *insert specific body part of yours*

So yeah he basically has no shame

Say what you want

Just be prepared to be outdone

Esme:

I feel like she’s similar to Edward in this department

She loves the flirty compliments in private

But she gets all flustered in public

Cause wdym you’re at the store with her and now you’re talking about melons??

She’s gonna leave you behind to find your own way back

She gets embarrassed in private too

But it’s not as bad as in public

At least in private yall are left to yourselves

(Save for Edward unwillingly eavesdropping)

Definitely the type to smack you playfully

“Babe are you from tennessee? Cause I’m tryin-to-see them titti-“

*Smack* “Not another word.”

Carlisle:

He thinks it’s funny

He doesn’t really take it too seriously

You like his man boobs?

That’s nice sweetie

Very pacifistic about it

Doesn’t care if you’re in public or private

He loves you and your antics either way

The only time I could really see him caring would be if you came to visit him at work

As long as he’s wearing his coat, he needs to be professional

So that’s where he draws the line

Vampire! Bella:

I get mixed feelings about her

I can’t decide if she would love it or absolutely hate it

On the one hand, she would definitely love the silly jokes and all the attention

She has lower self esteem, and being able to know for sure that your partner finds you desirable is a great thing

On the other hand

Whenever you flirt with her in public she feels like she’s gonna die

She knows it doesn’t really matter

She’s a Cullen now

But she’ll be damned if that little anxious voice in the back of her head isn’t still there

[slut4megantheestallion]

Hey can you do cullen x reader headcannons where the reader ghosts them and ignores all the messages and ignores them in school and stuff like that? it’s okay if not!

Cullen siblings x reader that ghosts & ignores them Headcannons

Warnings ⚠️: stalking mentioned of mind reading, cullens x reader, maybe some fluff, angst, obsessivnesss.

Characters ☆: Edward cullen, Alice cullen, Emmet cullen, Rosalie cullen, Jasper cullen.

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-Edward Cullen

● Edward is instantly intrigued when he realizes he can't read your thoughts. To him, that's already unusual, but what really catches his attention is the way you avoid him and his family.

● He tries to figure you out what makes you tick - listening intently to your conversations with others, hoping for clues about why you're ignoring him

● Edward uses his mind reading ability to hear the thoughts of people around you, looking for any insights about you. It frustrates him when nothing adds up to you. Most people's thoughts about you are mundane or superficial, leaving him with no answers about you.

● Edward finds himself shadowing you more than he cares to admit, trying to learn more about you from a distance. He tries to act like it's just harmless curiosity, though deep down, he knows it bordering on obsession.

● He'll linger near your locker of eavesdrop on your conversation in the cafeteria, always careful to stay undetected.

● He would send polite text messages asking if he does anything to offend you, but when you don't respond, he starts over analyzing everything.

● He thinks about using his vampire speed to catch you off guard, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

● if you accidentally bump onto him the hallway and mutter an apology with meeting his eyes, his cold, undead heart flicks of warmth. He becomes fixiated on earning a silver of attraction. Though he's deeply conflicted about his growing obsession.

-Alice Cullen

● Alice was genuinely baffled by your behavior. She's used to everyone liking her, so your avoidance to her is both confused and challenging to her. She had visions of you interacting with the cullens and becoming part of their circle, which only fuels her determination to get close to you.

● She would wave at you across the cafeteria at lunch or try to sit near you, hoping you would acknowledge her.

● Alice would send you cheerful and polite text messages, trying to start conversation, but when you don't respond, she gives up. She'll try again with something like, "Hey, just wanted to say hi!"

● After weeks of being ghosted, she starts questioning if she did something to offend you. She would try to win you over until you notice her

● Alice would leave small, thoughtful gifts in your locker - a book she thinks you'd like, a handmade bracelet, or a note with a kind message. When you ignore her gestures, she becomes more determined, viewing it as a puzzle she needs to solve.

● If you so much smile in her direction, Alice feels like she won the lottery. She'll immediately text edward or tell jasper gushing about the tiny interaction.

-Emmet Cullen

●At first, he doesn't take your avoidance seriously. He thinks it's funny and treats it like a game, trying to get a reaction out of you. He'll do ridiculous things in class, like make exaggerated noises or cracking jokes loud enough for you to hear, just to see if you acknowledge him.

● if you ignore him in the hallway, Emmet might pretend to trip or dramatically gasp, saying something like, "Oh no, Y/n, you've wounded me again by ignoring my existence!" He genuinely enjoys the challenge of getting you to notice him and sees it as an opportunity to show off his charm.

●Despite his playful nature, he's extremely protective. He secretly keeps his eyes on you, ready to step in if someone bothers or upset you. He doesn't understand why he feels so attached to someone who barely acknowledges his existence, but he can't help it.

● on rare occasions, you ignoring him stings. He hides it well, but he starts to wonder if there's something wrong with him or if he's done something to upset you, hoping it's not because you dislike him.

-Rosalie Cullen

●Rosalie assumes you're ignoring her and her family out of jealousy or hatred. She takes it personally and brushes you off as someone who's unworthy of her time. However, as weeks went by, you began to intrigue her. She wonders what makes you different from everyone else.

● She admires the way how confident and independent you are, though she'll never admit it. She finds the way you ignore people both impressive and frustrating. She tries to engage small talk with you, like complimenting your outfit or asking about an assignment, but your dry short responses leave her both annoyed and intrigued.

● extremely overprotective. If she overhears anyone talk bad about you, she'll shut it down. She might not understand why she feels the need to defend you, but she will not tolerate anyone disrespecting you.

● if you do acknowledge her like a small smile, a thank you, or a brief conversation- Rosalie feels an unexpected warmth. It's rare for her to feel genuinely happy, but your attention sparks something in her that she didn't know she craved.

-Jasper Cullen

● Honestly, out of all his siblings, he's the most understanding. He doesn't take it personally and respects your desire to be alone, but he can't help but be curious about your emotional state, especially since you're so calm and composed.

●He tries to subtly influence your emotions, hoping to catch a glimpse of what you're feeling. When his attempts don't seem to affect you, he's both impressed and puzzled. He starts to admire emotional resilience and wonder what makes you so different from everyone else.

● he's quietly overprotective, often wanting to be near you during school events or crowded spaces. He tells himself it's just to make sure you're safe, but deep down, he's drawn to you in a way he can't even explain.

● He worries that his interest in you is selfish, especially given his past. He feels guilty, wanting to be near you, fearing he might bring danger to your life.

● if you do ever notice him jasper with a kind gesture, he feels a quiet sense of peace. He'll treasure those rare moments and hold onto them longer than he should.

[msfantasy-magic]

Return Home Visit

Paul Lahote x Cullen!Reader

Summary: Rosalie and Emmets daughter visits during college break.

“I said get out of my house dog!” Rosalie spits venomously to Paul who stands awkwardly in the door way. “I don’t care if she’s your imprint, she’s not going to be with you! Over my dead body!”

“You can’t keep her from me forever.” Paul retorts edging in closer. “She deserve to know she’s my imprint, we’ll be together eventually whether you like it or not.” Rosalie pulls her fist back which Emmet lunges and grabs her arm before any damage is inflicted.

“Don’t, she’s almost here.” Emmet whispers. Everyone in the Cullen household listens to the echoing foot steps walking up the drive way.

“Leave before-“ Your voice cuts off Rosalie’s threat.

“Oh my god Paul?! Is that you? What are you doing here?” You squeaked excitedly, placing your bags down only to swing your arms around Paul’s neck pulling him into a tight hug. Leaning away, Paul looks down to your face, looking into your beaming eyes. God his heart yearns for your affection. He just wanted to look into your eyes forever, and hold you just like you are forever. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” But before Paul could utter another word, Rosalie interrupts.

“Uh - hello? Aren’t you going to greet your own mother first?” Rosalie snaps making you quickly withdrawal from Paul’s embrace, the warmth of embarrassment creeps along your cheeks.

You quickly pull your mother into a tight hug. “I missed you Ma.” Your sweet words of proclamation melt Rosalie’s soul into a puddle. Your presence always managed to soothe her nerves.

“My turn babygirl, come give your old man a hug.” Your hulking father doesn’t give you a chance to pull away. He just wraps his large arms around you and Rosalie. “Both my girls are here with me. The world feels right again.” His corny words only make you giggle.

“Come now, we have your favourite take away ready on speed dial.” Rosalie hoaxes making you giddy with excitement.

“Thank ma, I’m starving! What do you feel like Paul? They have an awesome burger that has your name all over it.” Paul sheepishly enters the house hesitant under Rosalie’s murderous gaze.

“Sweetness… I thought it would just be a family evening…” You look to your dad to sooth the vein popping out of your mothers forehead, but your father only folds to your mother. Typical.

“She’s right sweetheart, we just want to spend the night with our daughter, we haven’t seen you in so long. I’m sure you understand Paul.” He says amicably, but the strong push of Emmets hands are anything but as Paul goes tumbling out the door and thudding shut on your long time crush which only serves to anger you further with the rush of humiliation.

“What is up with you guys?! What’s your problem with Paul anyway?” Your cheeks begin flaring in humiliation at your parents not so subtle dislike. “Ever since I met Paul you’ve acted so hostile and unwelcoming towards him. He’s never even done anything to deserve your wrath.”

“He’s a turns into a dog! They’re slave to their emotions, what happens if he gets upset with you one day and you come out more disfigured than Emily?” The horror of your parents words and actions light your head on fire.

“Uncle Jasper almost wrote the end date on my gravestone once, or have you forgotten?” You spit angerily, Rosalie doesn’t flinch.

“I have never forgotten, it’s why we are so cautious.”

“Your caution is suffocating me! I cannot live a long a fulfilling life if you guys are protecting me at every moment. Besides it’s not life Paul and I are serious or anything.” Now Emmet twitches at your statement.

“What does that mean?” Your Pa’s jaw clenches at your insinuation.

“It doesn’t mean anything Pops, it just means you and Ma are so over protective that we haven’t gotten more serious.” Your voice waivers.

Too late the words have settled outside of your mouth and Emmet looks ready to commit murder.

“That filthy beast! I’ll kill him!” Emmet announces, trudging to the door with great anger and throwing open the glass door.

It took all members of the Cullen family to hold Emmet back from a rampage. The boys had no choice but to call in Bella for her new born strength to hold back the over protective papa bear.

But Rosalie stared at her daughter, ignoring her husband and his antics whilst Y/n yelled to calm down . It only felt like yesterday when Emmet and her picked up their new born adoptive daughter, enamoured with her tiny hands and squishy rounded cheeks. Now a grown woman yelling at her dad to back off her unlabelled lover.

Rosalie yearned to turn back time to relive the glory days of having a baby, but just like human life, time is flashy by too quickly and she just wasn’t ready to let her baby go.

But she had to, this was her baby’s rite of passage.

Y/n, is Rosalie’s and Emmets grown-up daughter, and it’s time Rosalie finally accepts it.

[gogo-gogurtman]

Oh, Darling of Mine!

Do you want to know what’s it like to have the Subway Masters crush on you? How they’d act when they catch a glimpse of you in the crowd? It was about time Cupid’s arrow struck these workaholic train men!

👉 Contains: SFW fluff, separate headcanons, Ingo x Reader, Emmet x Reader

🌙 I just wanted to write about how giddy the Subway Masters get every time they see their sweetie heart :)

🖤 ▵ 🔲 𝓘𝓷𝓰𝓸 🔲 ▵ 🖤

When love hits Ingo, it takes him a while to realize that these feelings aren’t purely platonic.

It’s either because he’s oblivious or inexperienced with romance.

Doesn’t matter though, because when he first starts to feel that pull towards you, he just knows that he always wants to be near you.

Ingo wants to be your friend so bad! But he didn’t know how to ask without it sounding like a business proposal.

Emmet had to ask for him and initiate the friendship. He was so forward with it, too. Ingo nearly pulled the breaks on the conversation because he was so red and flustered over how his brother put him in the spotlight like that.

Ingo thinks you’re cool. Your job? Interesting. Your stories? Pleasant to hear. Your Pokémon? Absolutely stunning and asks if you want to have a group play date.

Despite this all, he still manages to keep that frowny face. It’s kinda uncanny with him speaking nothing but goodness over you while wearing that frown but it’s charming.

Especially in the moments where his eyes softens and the ends of his lips curls upwards. Aren’t you lucky? His cat-like smile was only reserved for his family and close friends.

Every time he catches a glimpse of a color you frequently wear, his head immediately snaps up to see if it was you in the crowd.

His frown somehow deepens when it’s not you.

Ingo is such a gentleman! The type of guy to give you his coat on chilly days, open any doors for you and pull out chairs, keeping you close to him as he navigates through busy areas….

Basically, I’m a believer that’s he’s an old fashioned guy. An odd, old fashioned guy (and we love that <3)

Great man with great life advice. He’s got you when you need them (not for romantic advice lmao)

But like his speech, his advice includes heavy train analogy 🚂

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll make the effort to lower his voice around you.

Doesn’t realize that half the things he’s done for you can be considered romantic.

He really hopes that you will challenge the battle lines! If you make it to his cart, he would shower you and your team with loud praises and show you his best self when battling.

Ingo would even research your preferred Pokémon typing and interests. He’ll even give you advice of some strategies and be an active listener when you talk about your likes.

He would start to offer you potions and berries.

For a while, he puts up this friendly and professional front. He doesn’t want you to think less of him if you see his mask slip.

Like many, I headcanon him as the older twin, so he does harbor insecurities such as bottling his emotions to appear more “reliable” and feeling like it’s expected of him to make sacrifices for everyone.

If you offer him your shoulder to cry on and give him promises of being there for him, he would feel so relieved. It would touch him to know that you don’t mind him without his mask.

Mans so stiff. But he would like to slow dance with you.

He gets caught up in that daydream every time he catches the speakers playing classical or love songs at the station.

Keeps mental tabs on your favorites. Window shopping for Ingo will never be the same (He once stood outside of a display for twenty minutes debating whether or not he should get you an item he’d think you’d like.)

You’re just his favorite person (that isn’t his brother or Elesa)

As his feelings for you grow, he will call you by your name less and start picking up nicknames like “Dear” and “Dearest”. He did, on one occasion before confessing, let a “sweetheart” slip out. When you caught that, Ingo was not looking at you as he was busy hiding his red face behind his hat.

The day Ingo realized that friends shouldn’t be this affectionate and that he liked you, it hit him like a train.

Though, he accepted it quick, and changed tracks so he can see if there was a chance that you’d feel the same.

But by that point, his love for you grows to be too much. His heart yearns for yours, his soul aching to merge the tracks of life with yours.

With a pleasant restaurant marked down for later and his brother giving him a supportive slap on the back, Ingo faces you and in his own, loud, conductor-esque way, tells you how much he loves you. Do you feel the same?

🤍 ▿ 🔳 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓽 🔳 ▿ 🤍

Love? Ha. No.

He acknowledges that you’re attractive. He acknowledges that he may harbor a crush on you.

But the minute Emmet feels his crush solidifying into an infatuation, he’s at war. He’s in denial about that.

Emmet loves to see your face, especially your smile with matching bright eyes.

He tries extra hard to be the main reason for your smile.

If you battle, most likely every time he sees you he’ll demand a battle. Get those handy dandy potions ready because he is still not going easy on you.

If anything, Emmet goes all out on your battles. An excuse to show off his skills and Pokémon. But if you lose, he doesn’t get in your face about it. He would praise both you and your Pokémon’s efforts and share some battling advice. He would also offer you potions and berries.

A favorite of his is spending time with you talking about strategies and both of your Pokémon teams. Think of all the combinations! Emmet would still enjoy it if you just listened to him as well.

Emmet also likes listening to you too! Your rambles are verrrry interesting!

Definitely look into your interests in his free time. He wants to be the best conversation person!

Also, gossip bestie. He likes a good gossip session 💅

Somehow, he always manages to spook you when he suddenly appears at your side. For someone with long strides, he’s pretty quiet.

It’s just that every time he spots you in the crowd, he immediately b-lines towards you. One time, it took Ingo ten minutes to realize that Emmet wasn’t walking with him anymore and had stop to talk with you.

Has a tendency to drag you around when he’s excited. Doesn’t realize it until you say something and completely do a 180. AKA, he completely removes himself from you and pretends that nothing happened.

Mans got a bad case of cuteness aggression. Why??? Are??? You??? so??? CUTE????

Replays your conversations in his head all day. Files any important details away in his mind for safe keeping. Emmet also tends to daydream about future conversations and how to wow you.

On that topic, also daydreams about successfully sweeping you off your feet.

He would like very much to go on different outings with you. It also just be a simple walk and it’s be enough for him.

When he gets offered sweets, instead of saving them for his brother, he would now offer them to you if you’d enjoy confectioneries (Ingo cannot know about this betrayal)

His signature smile does get a bit wobbly and rosey when he interacts with you.

Emmet also teases you. It can be by flirting or playful jabs. He likes to see all the expressions he can pull from you.

He’s very physically affectionate. Squishing your cheeks, full on hugs that squeezes the air out of your lungs, doing that hold holding thing where he swings your intertwined hands to match his strides.

Emmet would also respect it if you didn’t want to be touched. Last thing he wants to do is to make you uncomfortable.

You need an opinion? Emmet is as blunt and honest as an old woman. He will say that outfit does not look right and save you from a wardrobe malfunction. But he will tell you when something looks great.

His compliments are straightforward, you may end up with a red face.

His brutal honesty is also good for snapping you out of delulu land. He really doesn’t intend on making you feel bad, he just wants to help.

He doesn’t tell anyone, but when his feelings grow genuine, he has self-deprecating thoughts over how this friendship is an elaborate cruel prank of yours.

You can’t possibly enjoy his presence that much. Doesn’t he get annoying? Doesn’t he get too rude or too pushy with battles? Doesn’t his train talk get tiring?

Emmet thinks of himself as the weirder one of the twins. There’s not a lot of people approaching them with a genuine friendship, much less with him.

As the younger brother, he tends to downplay his misfortune and shut himself out when he’s going through something. He doesn’t want to add on any more burdens to Ingo.

But with you, you make him feel safe to act like himself. You make sure to let him know that he doesn’t need to cut out parts of himself to make you enjoy his company.

After hearing that, he decided that he can’t have you disappear from his life. You’re verrry important to him, now.

The Joltiks, man. You will find some stowaways on you, either by their own choosing or Emmet planting them on you.

Gets more starry eyed if you baby them like he would. The Joltiks are a testament to see if you’re a Real One.

Affectionately would call you “Dear”, “Darling”, or when you two are dating, “Baby”.

Emmet likes upbeat music. When he hears it, he feels like dancing. He imagines dancing with you and swinging you around and around.

Your giggles would be music to his ears. Don’t be shy now, he wants to hear how happy you are with him.

At some point, he comes to terms with the fact that he’s fallen in love with you. You, his friend that doesn’t shame him for being himself and being his rock.

There was no planning, no prolonging when he realizes this. Because when the two of you are enjoying a moment together, Emmet holds you close and tells you he loves you.

His pretty darrrling, would you like to be his?

[heavenlytouches]

I'd love to see Emmett bringing his human gf to meet his family. She and Rose get along already as she has a little 1 yr old that Rose gets to coo over. 💖 I can see Alice buying ALL the outfits too lol! Please and thank you!

Hello love! Thank you so so much for a request and thank you for adding this adorable gif TwT. Let's jump in and meet Cullens, shall we? ^^ El <3

Emmett Cullen- one of us

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FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW-none

Meeting your boyfriends family ^^

Reader has a lil' baby :3

Emmett Cullen

The rain pattered gently against the windowpane, a soft symphony that filled the air of the Cullen home. Outside, the usual gray skies of Forks loomed heavy, but inside the grand house, there was a warmth that belied the chill.

You peered nervously around the spacious living room, your heart fluttering like a caged bird. Today was the day you would meet Emmett’s family, the infamous Cullens—and you had no idea what to expect.

Emmett stood beside you, his muscular arm brushed against yours as if to anchor you to the moment. He flashed you that charming, toothy grin that made your heart race. His presence exuded both strength and warmth, and his laughter had a sweetness that lulled your anxiety.

“Relax, babe! They’re going to love you.”

He reassured, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

“And trust me, Rosalie already likes you, it’s basically a done deal.”

Emmett’s sister Rosalie was known for her beauty and a no-nonsense attitude, but you had already connected with her through brief conversations.

The way she cooed and fawned over your one-year-old—gently combing her fingers through the tiny baby’s hair—revealed a softer side that you found enchanting.

As you waited, the door creaked open, allowing a shadow to spill into the room. Alice bounded in, her petite figure a whirl of energy. She spotted you immediately and squealed with delight.

“There she is! The beautiful human who stole my brother’s heart!”

Alice exclaimed, her voice like bells. She rushed over, enveloping you in a warm hug before stepping back to take you in.

“And look at your little one!”

With a gleeful shriek, she turned her attention to the baby nestled in your arms, her dark eyes glinting with affection.

“Oh, I need to buy her ALL the outfits! Wait I think mom has something from when I was a baby-”

She declared, her hands already reaching for imaginary fabric swatches as she dove into fashion fantasies.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Alice’s enthusiasm. Her excitement was contagious, your anxiety slowly melting away.

“She has enough clothes, but thank you so much.”

You chided playfully, cradling your baby closer.

Just then, Rosalie entered with a soft breeze, her presence immediately commanding attention. She glided across the room, all grace and poise. But when she reached your side, her demeanor softened, and you felt her genuine warmth.

“Hello dear, wow you look so beautiful today”

Rosalie cooed, glancing up at you with sincerity in her eyes.

You smiled and felt your cheeks flush.

“Thank you, Rosalie.”

Her approval meant the world, and you could see why Emmett adored her.

As more of the Cullen clan trickled in, including Carlisle, Edward, Jasper and Esme with their welcoming smiles, the atmosphere of camaraderie enveloped you.

Each member of the family shared little quirks that made you feel like a part of their peculiar world.

With every passing moment, laughter filled the air. You told stories about your life as Emmett teased you in affectionate ways, giving his siblings a glimpse into the human experience you cherished.

The living room transformed into a cozy hub of shared laughter and warm glances. Rosalie, who had perched next to you with your baby on her lap, regaled everyone with tales of motherhood that you had never imagined coming from her.

Alice was right there, capturing every precious moment with a quick snap of her camera, while Jasper stood off to the side, content to absorb the joy around him with a smile.

“Let me tell you, taking care of a little one is like preparing for a battle. They have these tiny weapons called tantrums.”

Rosalie said with a mock seriousness, sending everyone into fits of laughter again.

You chuckled, sharing in the warmth of the moment. As you looked around, you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging rush over you. This strange family, these vampires who moved in shadows and light, felt closer than you ever imagined they could.

Suddenly, Emmett cleared his throat dramatically, silencing the room.

“I propose a toast-”

He declared, lifting an imaginary glass.

“To my gorgeous girlfriend and her equally adorable daughter! May they both shine brighter than the sun!”

You blushed, glancing down at your baby who giggled at her father’s antics, her laughter harmonious with the family’s supportive cheers. Each member followed suit, sharing warm sentiments about you, a flood of love that made your heart swell.

As the evening wore on, you caught moments of quiet intimacy with Emmett. He would sneak in small kisses and whispered compliments, adding to the warmth bubbling inside you.

“Can you believe this is really happening?”

He murmured, leaning close.

“You’re amazing, you know that? I can’t wait for more days like this.”

His words filled you with joy, and as you gazed into his loving eyes, you felt a connection that seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space.

Later, when the rain poured harder outside, creating a soothing cadence against the windows, Alice cornered you again, her playful demeanor ever-present.

“I think Rosalie and I should take you shopping tomorrow—after all, you and your baby need to be the best-dressed in Forks!”

You grinned at the idea, the thought of spending time with Alice and Rosalie bringing you a sense of eagerness.

“That sounds like a lot of fun!”

As the night concluded, you felt enveloped in comfort, the weight of the world slipping away. You looked around at the family who had welcomed you with open arms and felt grateful in every sense.

Outside, the rain began to taper off, and a sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds, casting a soft glow on the house. You realized that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey, one that would intertwine your life with Emmett's and his beautiful family—a tapestry woven in love, laughter, and a tiny bit of chaos.

With a smile on your face and warmth in your heart, you knew you had found your place in this twilight realm—forever cherished in the embrace of love and family.

This one was pure fluff and family love! I adore soft Cullens, that's way too pure for my soul TwT

I hope y'all liked this one ^^

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[holorform2009]

Emmet liked you verrrrrry much! You are so adorable he can't help but scoop you up in his hands.

Ingo, ever the frowny man he is, narrows his eyes. What happened to your leg?

[l4dy-bugss]

I wanna kiss everyone in the twilight universe it's not funny.

Like imma collect those bitches like pokemon.

[leggerefiore]

Eating chocolates with S/O and there's only one left (gasp)

cw: kissing, fluff,

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Nanu, N, Lear, Larry, Grimsley

Somehow, you and your lover found yourselves together on the couch relaxing. A show that neither of you were paying attention to played on the television. Your head rested on their shoulder as your mind drifted into possible things to do. They rested their own atop yours. Between you both say a box of chocolate that had been bought at some point by one of you. A hand went to grab another one, opting to indulge oneself in the holiday's festivity, but it bumped into another. Your eyes drew down to the box. Only one candy remained. Your partner's gaze met your own. Silence followed.

▲Ingo▼

● The older twin stared for a moment before shaking his head. “Ah, go ahead, dearest,” his voice was gentle, “I'm not the biggest fan of sugary things as it is…” He offered the chocolate to you with a soft smile. “Besides, I only was eating them since you were so kind as to get them for me.” All you could do was take the small confection and eat it. Ingo then caught you off-guard when he brought his thumb in the swipe, the corner of your mouth. “… There was a bit of chocolate there,” his cheeks darkened with colour, “Ah, dearest… I truly love you.” A gentle kiss was pressed to your lips. The chocolate tasted a little sweeter.

▽Emmet△

○ The younger twin gazed at you strangely. His lips were still tugged up into the smile that remained ever present on his face. A tilt of his head had him look even more odd. “…” it was eerily silent. His hand did not move from the chocolate. You gazed down at it. Right. “… Darling,” his voice finally came out. His gaze was piercing right through you. Certainly, Emmet was known for his love of sweets. There was not a chance that he was backing down from this. It felt like a losing battle. He liked winning more than anything else. Pulling back your hand, you watched him happily eat the chocolate. Though, his gaze fell back on you. Arms wrapped around you quickly and pulled you into him. “Thank you verrrry much,” he cooed and nuzzled his face into your nape. Well, at least he was being polite.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 The Kahuna stared for a moment before pulling back his hand. He was not the type to engage himself in something so intensely. Really, he probably should not be eating so much sugar in one sitting. Besides, he only really cared about letting you be happy. “Go ahead,” he motioned his hand, “I got them for you.” You took the chocolate and ate it while his attention drifted back to the screen. However, he was caught unawares when you suddenly leaned in to peck his cheek. His body tensed for a moment before he relaxed. Shaking his head, he sighed. Great, now he seemed like some gentleman.

🌿N👑

🟢 The green-haired man pulled back his hand. He blinked. What did people do in this situation? Was it whoever reached first? Whoever had the least? Neither of you had been paying attention to that. Was there a formula that he could use— His thoughts were interrupted by the last piece of chocolate being pressed into his mouth. You gave him a playful grin. He ate the chocolate with little thought. “… Thank you,” he nodded, “Why did you do that?” N was genuinely curious. A shrug from you left him more lost. He had thought you wanted the chocolate. Before he could ask another question, your lips pressed to his own. It seemed there would be no answers to your actions.

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince pulled back his hand without any hesitation. His gaze was masked behind those sunglasses that he always insisted on wearing. For a moment, the silence permeated. Your hand was pulled back, too. Then, he reached forward and picked up the chocolate. “… Here, darling,” he pressed the candy to your lips. Letting him feed it to you, that lopsided grin of his spread across his face. “I knew you would love that chocolate,” Lear was plainly smug about you enjoying his gift. Not wanting to let his ego get too big, you leaned in to kiss him. He tensed for a moment before completely returning the affection. You accidentally made his ego even bigger.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The businessman retracted his hand without any hesitation. You watched as he attempted to act as if that had not happened. Larry did not exactly have the biggest sweet tooth, but he was not opposed to snacking either. It was clear that he wished for you to have the last piece without speaking, likely determining it to be the most placating thing to do. “… Sorry,” he mumbled. You hatched a plan. Placing the chocolate between your lips, you leaned in for a kiss. The other half went into his mouth. Pulling away, you both got to eat your respective pieces. The older man's face was his usual facade. “Thank you, dear,” he tried to pretend that did not just happen.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler did not move his hand back. Did he care that much about chocolate? Possibly. His typical smirk never budged as he snatched the candy away and quickly ate it. You stared at him in slight annoyance, but honestly, you had expected it from him. What proceeded to catch you unawares was him leaning in and pressing his lips to your own. It turned into something more passionate, and the remaining hint of chocolate came through from the kiss. He broke it off with that horrible grin of his. “Did you enjoy it, darling?” his voice was teasing. Your glare made him only chuckle.

[yanban-san]

Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further

Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them

Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]

Oh, Certainly.

You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-

If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-

Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-

"You've been marked, young one."

Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-

You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.

As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-

Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.

"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"

Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.

Everyone was.

Oh dear.

"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."

Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"

"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?

Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,

"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"

Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"

"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"

Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."

"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."

Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"

"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"

Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-

"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."

"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"

You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."

Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"

And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-

"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"

You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.

Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"

"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"

"Into this? I doubt-"

"Insight into what?"

You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.

"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.

"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."

"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-

"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."

"The scale Ingo gave me?"

"That was it."

Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.

"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"

Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.

"But uh, the other thing-"

Oh?

"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any… rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"

You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"

He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"

"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"

"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."

Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.

"The feather?"

"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."

"Oh, I do-" And you paused.

Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-

Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-

You considered your boss for a moment.

Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"

"Huh?"

"The feather."

You recalled it.

"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."

And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.

"…What's wrong with it?"

The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-

Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.

"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?

"…fake?"

The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-

"I see. Well, I must get going."

Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to

Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.

You wouldn't hurt them like this.

You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-

Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.

But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.

To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-

He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-

"Ah, there you are, Miss."

He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.

Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-

Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.

And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-

Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-

Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.

And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-

And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-

But not now.

Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.

No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-

After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-

Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.

And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.

So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-

The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-

"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-

Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.

"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"

"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"

You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"

*How were you to explain-

"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?

Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?

"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"

"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"

"I saw issue with it."

And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-

It made him look mad. Deranged.

And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-

"…There was an issue? With it?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."

And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.

…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?

The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-

"Brother."

Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.

"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"

"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.

"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."

Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"

"I don't know."

"And- My scale- She took that off, too."

"Yes, she did that too."

"And your feather!"

"Yes. And my feather."

Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-

So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.

Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-

"They won't," Ingo reassured.

"They will not. One way or another."

Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"

Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"

"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"

"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."

And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.

Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.

[shadowdaddies]

I am a sucker for angst so can I please request a Ruhn danaan x reader. Where she and ruhn have been together for a while, and she overhears ruhn saying something about her being a bet or a dare. A lot of angst and maybe some fluffy ending

thanks for the request, love💜

Just a Bet

Ruhn x Reader angst to fluff

Smoothing your hair, you stepped out of your car in the driveway as you strode towards Ruhn’s house. You were already regretting the heels you’d donned for your anniversary, feet aching in opposition to the excitement you felt to celebrate one year since Ruhn had asked you out.

Cheeks burning from smiling so hard, you turned the door handle and entered the busy frat house. It wasn’t unusual for many guests to be over, so you paid them no mind as you shouldered your way through the crowd toward the game room where Ruhn usually spent evenings like this.

Juniper caught your eye from across the room, and you waved to her and Fury as you approached the doorway where Ruhn’s voice echoed in a comforting rumble - until you heard Flynn’s voice.

“One year ago, I bet you that you wouldn’t ask her out,” he laughed, the sound of clinking beer bottles and jeers following.

Your heart leapt in your throat when you heard Ruhn’s voice, time standing still as you awaited his response. Your boyfriend scoffed, “I didn’t think I could either.”

Dec chimed in at that point - your kindest friend in the group - his tone teasing as he drawled, “I still can’t believe she took you seriously.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, eyes pricking with tears as the conversation came together in your head. You were nothing more than a bet to Flynn, a joke that Declan couldn’t take serious, and apparently Ruhn felt the same.

Ripping the painful heels off your feet, you sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. Tossing the shoes in your passenger seat, you wiped the tears from your eyes and started the engine before heading back to your apartment.

The dress felt ridiculous, hair a mess and makeup ruined from crying as you stumbled into your home. Why would Ruhn have stayed with you for this long from a stupid bet? Were you nothing more than a joke, for him and his friends’ amusement?

The thought made tears well up once more, this time pouring over your cheeks as you sobbed. Practically ripping the dress from your body, you ignored the buzzing of your phone in favor of your welcoming shower.

Stepping under the steaming hot water, you scrubbed the memory of tonight as best you could from your skin before stepping out. Wrapping a fluffy towel around your body, you sighed with a hint of relief. 

Realizing how dried out you were from your tears, you padded towards the kitchen for some water when you were stopped in your tracks. Bryce lay on your couch, lazily flipping through the tv channels as amber eyes flicked to yours. 

With a dramatic sigh, she set down the remote, turning fully to face you. She took in your disheveled state, expression softening at the redness in your eyes, your puffy cheeks.

Shutting off the TV, Bryce sat up and patted the open space on the sofa next to her.

“I need water,” you whispered through a sniffle, voice raspy from dehydration. 

“I’ll get it for you. Sit,” Bryce directed, her voice gentle as she sprung gracefully from the couch and headed toward the kitchen.

You settled into the cushions, picking a pillow from behind you to hold against your chest. Nodding a silent thanks, you took the water from Bryce and drank it down, the cold liquid cooling your heated cheeks.

“Fury texted me. She and Juniper saw you running out of Ruhn’s house before he came downstairs asking if they’d seen you. He’s been blowing up everyone’s phones, worried about you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, but you found yourself unable to make eye contact with your friend as you muttered, “Yeah, I’m sure he’s heartbroken.”

Before you could react, the pillow was ripped from your arms, Bryce’s manicured nails practically digging holes into its fabric as her eyes simmered with barely contained rage.

“You may be my friend, but Ruhn is my brother. Explain to me why you think his heartbreak is amusing to you.” Your lower lip wobbled at her harsh words, the dam of your emotions about to break again.

Bryce loosed a breath, gently setting the pillow between you on the sofa as she spoke again, her voice softer this time. “I don’t know what happened, but he’s hurting too. Talk to me.”

The patterns on the pillow suddenly became much more interesting, your fingers tracing the stitching in the fabric while you found the courage to voice what you had heard at the house. “I was going to meet Ruhn for our anniversary dinner... but I heard them talking. I heard Flynn say that I was a bet. Even Dec-“

Shifting to rest on your elbows, you hid your face in your hands as the memory flashed too vividly through your mind. “Dec said he couldn’t believe I thought Ruhn was serious when he asked me out.”

You looked up to see Bryce’s own eyes lined with tears, her jaw set in anger as she processed everything you said.

“I’m a joke to them, Bryce. I was just a bet that he’s decided to string along for whatever reason. Maybe he does like me now, but...”

You couldn’t find the words, tongue twisted in knots like your stomach as thoughts eddied deeper and darker as you reflected on the past year of your life. 

Bryce’s hand gently reached for your own, holding them softly as she spoke. “I am going to speak with Ruhn and figure out what is going on. If he was such a dumbass to do something like that to you, I’ll kick his ass. But I feel like there has to be something more to it. They’re good males - stupid alphaholes - but they’re good males.”

You nodded, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest at the thought. They had always been kind to you... Surely that couldn’t all be fake?

“Why don’t you get dressed? I’m going to see Ruhn and I’ll pick you up some food,” Bryce promised, pulling you in for a warm hug before turning and heading out the door, phone already in hand as she fired off messages.

You returned to your room, feeling numb from the pendulum of emotions you’d swung on all evening. You vaguely remembered slipping on a t shirt and shorts, returning to the couch to find the channel on Fangs and Bangs before you fell asleep.

You bolted upright at the sound of a soft knock at your door, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes to look at your phone. Not much time had passed, but the bombardment of earlier messages from Ruhn and your friends filled the screen. 

“Are you there? Bryce told me what happened, and it’s not what you think.” A tense beat of silence passed between you. “Please just hear me out. If you’d rather talk to Bryce, she’s downstairs... But I brought food.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled, drawing attention to the hunger gnawing in your gut. Stomping towards the door, you flung it open to grab the food from Ruhn’s hands when his appearance shocked you still.

His violet eyes were rimmed red and swollen like yours, his hair a mess. He was dressed in an all-black suit, the shirt unbuttoned and tie loose. You hated how it tugged on your heartstrings to see him this way, how there was a part of you that could never hate him, even if what Flynn had said was true.

“Fine,” you snapped, snatching the bag of food before returning to the couch without a second glance. “You have one shot to explain.”

Ruhn sighed, the sound slightly drowned out by the soft click of the door closing behind him. You spared him a glance as he took a seat on the couch, careful to keep his distance.

The chipped black paint of his nails blended into his onyx hair as he ran a hand through it, his muscular leg shaking anxiously before he turned to you. Wholly still, Ruhn’s voice emanated with earnest when he finally spoke.

“Bryce told me what you heard, back at my house. I understand how it would sound, but that’s not at all what happened, and I first and foremost need you to know that you are not a joke. You have never been a joke - to Flynn, to Dec, and especially not to me. I was the joke in that room. They were teasing me, because, yes, asking you out was a dare of sorts.”

You felt the rage build in your chest at that, setting down your food on the table as you prepared for what he would say next - or so you thought you were prepared. 

“I remember the first time I saw you, when you came into the White Raven with Bryce. It felt like my world tilted on its axis,” he paused, shaky breath leaving his lips as his eyes went hazy, lost in the memory. 

“You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and when you smiled at me I forgot how to breathe. The entire room was staring at you, and you somehow didn’t notice.”

He loosed a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he fought back a smile. “Dec and Marc were teasing me. They saw how I reacted to you, how drawn to you I was. But you were so beautiful and charming, and could have had any male or female you wanted.”

Drawing your legs to your chest, you settled into the couch and fought back the tears in your eyes at his story.

“Flynn’s ‘bet’ was just that I wouldn’t have the guts to ask someone like you out. And I didn’t at first,” Ruhn laughed, toying with his lip ring before those violet eyes flicked up to meet yours. 

“But then Flynn said that if I didn’t ask you out, he would. And that’s when I jumped up from our table so fast I knocked Dec’s beer on me, and made a fool of myself asking you out like that.”

Ruhn looked down at your hands, his own twitching as though barely holding back from reaching for you. So you reached for him. The cold silver of his rings was a familiar comfort, and you felt yourself relax as his fingers twined tightly with your own.

“Dec didn’t think you’d take me seriously because I was a dumbass, asking out the most incredible female I’ve ever met while covered in beer and stumbling through my words.” You laughed then, and Ruhn’s entire presence seemed to brighten in response. 

“I remember. I thought it was cute. You weren’t the snobby fae royalty I would have expected, and I found it very charming,” you teased, a smile spreading across your face as you then relived the memory of the striking yet goofy male first approaching you.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you that. It’s not exactly something that I’m proud of, that I was so nervous to ask you out. Flynn never lets me live it down.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, feeling embarrassed at how you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. “I feel like I ruined our anniversary. I should have stayed and listened to you.”

Ruhn’s eyes glittered like stars, his hands finding your waist to lift you into his lap. Hooking your arms around his neck, you straddled your boyfriend’s hips. Ruhn exhaled sharply through his teeth, causing you to lean back in alarm.

“It’s just a bruise, curtesy of Bryce.” You blushed, biting back laughter over your friend’s protectiveness. “You did not ruin anything. Flynn, on the other hand, got it worse than me,” he chuckled, nodding to his wounded side.

“You have a lot of people in your life who would do anything for you, including Bryce and myself. All I want is to spend the rest of our night together so I can show you just how much I love you,” he murmured, eyed lidded with desire as you settled further into his lap.

“I think I could arrange that,” you purred, leaning down to kiss Ruhn’s full lips before trailing his jaw, down his neck, his exposed chest. 

He picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom where you spent the night exchanging soft touches and sweet nothings until the sun rose the next morning.

[spoonsandtunes]

To dream is to bleed

Parings: Jasper Hale x Human! Reader

A/N: Hey so i actually hate this! but I have started reading Dracula, and have been heavily influenced with this new stalker type vampire. so you will just have to settle for this while i try to rack my brain and see if i can make a part two of The Ache of Almost!

Warnings: Yandere vibes, lots of gore, graphic gore, stalking, fear, all that stuff

Word count: 4.8K

The thump in your ear never died down, not for a second as you sat still as a statue on your white bed spread. At least, it was white a moment ago; but you supposed somehow within the flurry of things, you must not have noticed the crimson red colour seep out from unknown wounds and stain the cotton of your sheets.

The blood was thicker than you had ever seen, and it rolled down your legs in large droplets, pooling by your feet on the hard laminate floor. Your eyes rolled back in your head slowly, as you felt a dull ache erupt through your body, everything around you was foggy and unclear. Your head and body felt heavy, as if you were in a drugged state, and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was a dream. No- not a dream, but a nightmare. Though this felt too real, too vivid, to be just a nightmare that typically came after watching a horror movie. 

Where had you been before this? Your mind was too clouded to recall. Where were you now? Same answer applied. Why couldn't you get up? You didn't want too. 

Your head lulled side to side, like a slow moving pendulum, and you groaned in pain softly as you felt more blood emit from your body and soak your previously periwinkle coloured night gown. Your throat itched from how dry it was, and no matter how warm the blood felt staining your feet, the room was cold and you could see your breath in the air. 

Forcing your head to look down at your lap, you noticed that the blood that had seeped down onto the sheet at the edge of your bed came from the large gash that presented itself on your right side. You blinked, and something in you said you should feel scared, but no matter how hard you tried you were just too tired. 

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The thumping that was once only in your ear, started to seem to come from around you more then in you. You dragged your eyes up off the bloody mess in your lap, and from your immense dehydration it felt as if your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets at any moment. 

You were in your room, that much was true, but something about it was off. Maybe it was because of how cold it was, or because it seemed to have switched it self around - your bookshelf now on the far left side instead of the right, and your mirror that once was bolted to the back of your door was flat against the ceiling right at the entrance of your bedroom- or maybe it was the ominously dark corner diagonal from you, darker then any other corner in the room. 

The darkness seemed to morph and swirl within the cold air, and your dry throat allowed a breathy gasp to escape past your lips as the darkness shapeshifted into what seemed like a tall man. You barely had time to blink again, before the man was in front of you, one hand clasped over your bloody wound and the other up your night dress and gripping your bare thigh with an iron grip you were sure was going to bruise. 

His touchy was icy, and you didn't understand if it was because of the already odd temperature of the room or if his pale complexion had something to do with his evilly cold hands. The man hid his face within your hair, his nose brushing against your cheek, and even if you wanted to run or push away, you just couldn't. Too tired, too weak, too unbothered to even think of fighting. 

His fingers danced across the bloody wound, and even though you couldn't see his face- for he purposely hid it from your view- you knew a cat like grin grew on his lips as you let out a sob of pain when, slowly, he inserted one finger deep within the gash. The temperature  seemed to have dropped so much that your tears fell but froze into icicles  half way down your cheek, and your body shivered violently against the crouching stranger. "Sh sh sh," The strange man sung out, and something in your throat caught at the familiar southern accent that filled the eerie silent room. You were going to speak- scream, but in a flash the cold of the room was replaced by an eruption of heat so hot you though you had just entered the pits of hell. 

The feeling of two large stinging needles digging into the nape of your neck, like a kiss gone utterly wrong, made a heat of fire spread from the tips of your toes to your head. Fogging your brain even more then it already had been previously. Your eyelids drooped closed, as the heat consumed you, and your bloody body went limp within the strangers arms, inviting the horrific kiss in. 

"Wake up." A distance voice called out, and it took all your strength to try to keep your head up. Again the angry voice repeated itself, this time closer, but you knew the stranger holding you was not the one talking "Wake up miss Y/L/N. Wake up." 

By the third call, it was as if your head had been pulled out of an icy river and you gasped as your brain adjusted to the new surroundings that presented themselves.

Mr. Banner, your old and grumpy biology teacher stood in front of your desk, tapping his foot loudly on the plastic linoleum flooring. The bright florescent lighting within the biology room surrounded him as if he had an aura of an angel, but you knew that was far from the truth. Your eyes just needed a moment to adjust. 

"Am I boring you with my lecture, miss Y/N?" Your teacher sneered, and now as the class snickered did it set in that you really were dreaming before. As odd as the dream was, you knew all the eyes on you in your cramped biology classroom were reality and it was not whatever hell you had just escaped. You swallowed, your throat was still dry. 

You cleared your throat and sat up, "No, I-" Your voice strained and cracked a bit from the dryness and you instantly grabbed your water bottle from your table and opened it "I'm sorry," You said quickly before taking a long gulp of your water. 

Mr. Banner only grumbled as he moved back to the front of classroom and continued on his lecture of mitosis within plankton. 

You swallowed and sighed, looking down at your paper that sat in front of you. Your stomach churned and knotted in ways that you had never felt, that dream- if it even was one; for it felt too real to shake off- made you sick to your stomach. You wondered if you should excuse your self to throw up, but you doubted Mr. Banner would even let you go. 

Your right hand moved down off the desk and ghosted the area were your dream gash was, and your heart hammered so hard in your chest you imagined it hopping out from your throat and rolling around on the floor; Staining the white linoleum the same crimson red that you wondered if your bed at home looked like- thumping erratically in front of all your classmates. 

Pressing your hand into your side you couldn't help but sigh, feeling no bleeding wound or strange deformed scar. But your heart race didn't decrease, not when you looked up and swept your eyes around your classmates. 

Most had forgotten you within seconds after Mr. Banner stopped his scolding, all except two who sat on the opposite side of the room as you.

Alice Cullen watched you with wide wild eyes, her brows were knitted together so hard you wondered if they were stuck like that. All traces of her whimsical fairy bubblyness was gone, and instead a mixture of pity and fear were etched in her oddly coloured eyes. 

Jasper Hale sat one seat behind her, and he watched your every move. His face was as hard as stone, as it usually was, and his eyes mirrored the same frenzied look Alice's had. 

'What an odd pair' was all you could think as you forced yourself to cut off your eye contact with them and look back up to the front. But as you tried to take notes, your mind was plagued with replaying the awful scene that had consumed you before you were awaken in biology. 

Particularly, you couldn't get over how the strange man sounded just like the boy who had not taken his eyes off of you for the past 10 minutes. Not even when you would look over and hold eye contact with him, hoping it would give him the hint to at least pretend he wasn't staring-like his sister. 

But he seemed to be inept to social cues, and so you decided to try to shake away the feeling of his eyes and focus solely on the lecture. No more thinking of dreams. Your focus on the large white board up ahead seemed to help, and finally as the last bell for the day rang you seemed to be completely back in sorts. All traces of fear that you had when you woke up were gone, and you cold barely remember the feeling of your thumping heart. Though, the sight of Alice grabbing Jaspers arm and hissing at him made you frown. They threw you one last glance then Alice practically dragged a ridged pained Jasper out of the classroom.

Unfortunately, the fear struck back up in your heart when you were at home. 

You had walked up your old squeaky stairs to your room, finding the door shut- which was already strange considering you never close your bedroom door. And upon entering, you held back a shiver that crawled up your bony spine. You left your window open last night, which wasn't as weird as the closed door - you loved sleeping with the breeze surrounding you- but the iciness of the floor and dark room brought you right back to your previous dream. 

That night, you dreamed the same way you had done in class. This time, you lay flat on your back, pinned down on the bed by a heavy weight you couldn't make out in the dark. It was just as cold as you remembered it, and you shivered against the anchor. You were covered in blood once again, only this time the gash was not on your right side but across your neck. You felt the blood gush and spew as you tried to scream and gasp for air. You hands shot up to grab at your neck in desperation, but whatever held you down was stronger. A cold icy hand, you were sure belonging to the man from before, forced your hands by your side. 

As much as you tried to convince yourself this was not real, the fear that ate at your heart felt too frantic and too loud to ignore. The man, you assumed, dragged his hand up off your wrists and up towards your neck. He caressed your sides, and curves and murmured in a deep dark language you couldn't understand. The words were soft, and a wave of calmness washed over you as his hands faltered on your breast, almost as if they were praises slipping past his lips. As much as you tried to struggle with the new emotions that clouded your judgement, you found your self arching your back to welcome his touches. A dark twisted laugh slipped past his lips, and his hand worked up towards your slit throat.  

In an instant, the fire you knew all too well from the last night, engulfed your body and a scream- more of a gurgled struggle- crept up your torn up throat. One of the mans large icy hands clamped down on your mouth, and through the dark, he drew his face closer to yours. 

You could see nothing but two dark amber eyes, wide and frenzied looking, and the sight made your heart leap and tears tumble down your cheeks. The eyes didn't look away from yours- not even for a moment-as the heat you felt grew to scolding temperatures, as once again, the man inserted one long bony finger deep in the slit of your throat. 

If you hadn't been dreaming, you were sure you would have passed out by now, but instead you sat tied down to your bedspread as the man twisted and turned his slender fingers inside your bloody wound. You could feel his finger nails scratch the back of your throat as he punctured any intact film of skin that hadn't already been slashed. You convulsed, and your eyes rolled far back in your head, the pain unbearable. Only chocked gurgles could be heard, the sounds were that of an animal and you really doubted they came from you- but who else would be making them? 

The eyes sparkled, and hovered closer to your face, seeming to inspect your face and tears and hair. And even though you could not see any other feature of his, you heard his voice clearly when he spoke: "You are so beautiful. More beautiful then any creature I have ever seen in my centuries of living," His voice was husky and dark and the southern accent could not have been mistaken for anything else. "Oh, I think I'll really enjoy this." He said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. 

The eyes disappeared and again you felt two long needles sink deep within the nook of your shoulder, making your body completely paralyzed, at the strangers mercy as he twisted his fingers deep within your wound. 

Your own scream woke you up, and you tied too press your face hard into your pillow. Except it wasn't there, and you breathed heavy as you looked around. You were on the floor of your room, the sheets of your bed had been torn off with you when you fell from it in the middle of the night. 

Your hands instantly grabbed at your throat, and a flood of relief came over you at the feeling of your perfectly unwounded skin. 

What was going on? You were never prone to nightmares or night terrors before, and nothing in your life had changed recently to indicate triggering a flood of them. Especially not as gruesome and realistic as the ones you were having now. 

You had hoped that school was going to keep your mind at ease from your night terrors, but the REM sleep you were having made dark eye bags appear and every class made you want to pass out- of course the fear coursing through your veins at the thought of sleep kept that from happening. 

Biology was just as strange as it had been yesterday, this time Alice kept her gaze on you firm and unwavering. Her features were all turned downwards, and her eyes- which made you shudder involuntary- showed frenzied fear and skepticism. Like she was surprised to see you in class. Did you look that bad today? 

Jasper on the other hand didn't spare you a glance. In fact, he sat back in his seat with his eyes up towards the board. You had never seen him look so relaxed in your life, his normal pained expression was gone and instead was replaced by something you couldn't put your finger on. The only way you could describe it was as if a new flame had been ignited in him. He seemed more smug, more cocky, more...southern, then you had ever seen him before. 

Lunch had come faster then it did the other day, which you were grateful for, deciding that you were going to eat lunch in your truck, alone, hoping to clear your mind and understand what was going on with this terrible reoccurring nightmare. 

Just like yesterday, Alice made the same move of pulling Jasper away from class once the bell rang. You noticed though, this time Jasper grinned and chuckled at Alices aggressive tugs on his arm. 

You saw them again in the parking lot, with the rest of their siblings, loitering outside their silver jeep. An unease crept up your spine as you glanced at them, seeing every single one of the Cullen siblings eyes on you. Once again the pity and fear was etched in all their faces- expect Jasper, who watched you with some what of a sinister smile that made you shudder. 

Upon approaching your car, your steps briefly faltered as you spotted a thick black book laying on your trucks hood. Coming closer, you picked it up and saw that the ragged thing with a broken, torn spine, was a battered copy of 'Dracula'. In the book, it had been scribbled with pen, and words and phrases were circled and underlined, chicken scratch written in the margins of every page. 

Frowning you looked around, wondering who left the book. Across the lot, the Cullen's were lost in what seemed like a heated conversation, all except one. Jasper stood, starring daggers at you and the book, with his hands stuffed deep within his jean pockets. 

Catching his eye was like a puzzle piece falling into place, his look told you that he was the one who left the book for you. But why? what could possibly be the reason he left his annotated copy of a vampire horror story for you?

Dragging your eyes away, you climbed in your truck and shut the door, making sure to lock it. Slouching in the drivers seat to make Jasper leave your line of sight, you frowned as you looked down at the leather covered book. Opening it slowly to a page that had a sticky note sticking out from the top, you began to read the words underlined in red ink.

'There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep.'

The frown on your face slowly grew deeper and deeper, and before you knew it it had morphed into an expression of horror when you flipped the chalky page to find a sketch of a young girl in pen on top of the hundreds of small printed words. 

There was no mistaking the girl in the sketch was you. Same body, same bed frame and almost the exact position you were in the night before. With a man, who you could only identify as Jasper, sitting on top of your waist, crouched with his head tilted by your neck, and a small line drew in red glitter ink was scribbled over your nightgown.

 Blood. 

A long phrase at the bottom of the page was circled many times over that whatever pen he used left a dent on the previous page. 

'Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.'

You did not need to be told twice to close the book, throwing it in your passenger seat and starting up your trucks engine. Tears sprang up slowly in your eyes, as you sat up and Jasper and his siblings came back into view. 

Jasper was doubled over laughing, hands on his knees to stabilize himself- His siblings looked furious as they looked towards your truck and back to him, but none of them made any move to scold their brother or come over to soothe you. 

You floored it all the way back to your house, thankful it was empty as you entered practically shaking and sobbing. 

There was no denying it, Jasper was the man who plagued the hellish nightmares you were having. You didn't understand how, or what he really was, but whatever him and his strange family were up to- you knew you wanted no part in it. Quickly, you shut and locked all your windows, and made your way over to your bed, collapsing in it. 

The room which once made you feel at ease, comfortable and safe- was now exactly the opposite. Your nightmares had completely plagued your sleep and waking hours, just as that wretched book had said. Now, even being in the room made you quiver with fear, your eyes leaked tears so heavy they rolled down and collected on the bottom of your chin, dripping and wetting your jeans. You curled up into a ball on your bed, and rested your head between your knees, hoping that whatever waking nightmare you were in now would disappear. 

You guessed you fell asleep, because when you finally looked up your room was dark and you could hear the rain outside. You panicked for a moment, your sleep was too quiet and dreamless compared to the past two nights. So, was what you were experiencing now your dream? 

But it wasn't the same set you were use too. No blood, no dark shadows that morphed into men, no long fingers jabbing their way into unknown wounds. Everything was still, silent, and calm. 

A wave of relief and hope washed over you as you stood up and stretched. Maybe the pass two days had all been one long vivid strange dream, and now you were finally back in reality. No more nightmares that kept you awake, no weird books on your truck hood. Everything was going to be okay. 

Unfortunately, you hoped too soon, because a gust of wind came in and wrapped itself around your body like a bony hug. Your eyes snapped toward your now open window, and then towards your bedroom door, where Jasper stood in all his sinister glory. 

A scream erupted from your throat, but was silenced in a moment as Jasper appeared in front of you and his bony fingers clamped down over your mouth. "Shhh sh sh sh," The all too familiar southern accent sang out, and tears sprang from your eyes as you struggled. Jasper frowned at your flailing  arms and tsked, "No...this wont work," he muttered, as his face came closer to your own. Just like every other dream you had, a feeling of calmness washed over you. It felt wrong, not your own, but no matter how your brain wondered why your body stopped fighting, you couldn't help but welcome it in. 

"That's better," Jasper practically cooed, and his icy grip tightened around your mouth, his other hand holding your waist so hard you though that maybe he was going to break your hip bone. Whatever strange ability he had, you didn't know what it was, but his strength was stronger then any other man you had been held by, and his ability to make you feel calmer when he practically suffocated you made your brain foggy and incoherent. 

"You're such a pretty, pretty thing," He said, and he pressed his nose deep in your cheek. He inhaled deeply. "All these years...I've perfected the routine of any, vegetarian," He pulled back and grinned at your tear soaked skin as if he just cracked a cheesy joke. "I had my control. All of it, in the palm on my hands-A perfect coven, a way to live amongst you- you humans," He ranted out and once against stuck his nose within your hair, dragging it up and down through your scent. The sweet almost sickly smell of sugar and blood filling his head and almost erasing the dark twisted thoughts that churned through his mind. "But, only one whiff of you, and I was gone." He frowned and his grip grew tighter, making you whimper against his hand. No mind trick of emotion could fade away the pain his death grip had on you. He pressed himself closer as if he wanted to merge your two bodies as one. The feeling of your own body against his and your lips on his hand was almost overwhelming for him. "Not only were you beautiful, more beautiful then any human I have seen in centuries...but oh how...good you smell." He shook against you, almost as if he was laughing, but no sound escaped his throat. Not even a hint of murmur came from him, as  he took one step and you were back on your bed, sitting at the edge and gazing up at him. Jasper lulled his head side to side, as if something had possessed his very being.

He avoided looking at you directly in the face, but soon gave up, and let you gaze upon his twisted features and blood red eyes. "I-I hadn't tasted human blood in so long, but I just couldn't help myself. Nothing in my right mind could keep me away- not even Carlisle, which to whom I made very clear when.." He trailed off and grinned ear to ear, his fingers brushed against the spot where your dream gash had been "Well, when I learnt how to manipulate your subconscious." 

Jasper dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands frantically moved down and grasped yours. Everything was happening so fast, your brain and emotions- which were yet to be your own- had no time to catch up, so you sat in a trance of calmness, but your eyes showed immense fear to the horror of a boy in front of you. "You aren't scared of me are you?" He asked earnestly, and looked up at you with crazed eyes. "See-see I planned on just killing you, draining your blood and leaving you for dead in some ditch. I mean- I promised Carlisle It would only be that-" He swallowed and his voice turned strained and husky "Oh but, after seeing how theatrical you were when I ripped you apart, doll- well I just can't leave you now. No..no," He muttered more to himself then to you. 

Jasper stopped for a moment, looking down at his own lap as his hands desperately clung on to yours. "Say, doll," He started slowly, and you could see the wheels turning in his head, as he slowly grew closer to you, rising up on his knees and pushing his face closer to yours. "Y/n," He started as he drew closer and closer to your face, his lips practically brushing yours as he spoke. "Now that I have you I can't just let you go, can I?" He wondered aloud, and whatever new wave of emotion he made tumble towards you, coaxing you, made you slowly shake your head. He moved his face back towards your ear, and he whispered so softly you barely heard him "Y/N, can I keep you?" 

At this point, the shape needles- which you now regarded as two long ivory fangs-pierced their way deep within your skin for a fraction of a second before pulling away to show an ecstatic Jasper and his bloodied mouth. Finally, from all the previous nights of silent screams, did tonight prevail. A blood curdling scream escaped your mouth at its top dial, and Jasper cringed softly. 

He was astonished that he was able to stop feeding so quickly, he thought it would have been more trouble to pull away than it had really been. Alice had seemed to skip over that detail.

Though, that didn't matter any more, non of it mattered. He just needed the venom to do it's job, and then he would take you back to the Cullen house with him. He would help you in the next few days of the immense pain you would feel, but he was prepared for that. 

The past couple nights were fun, making your unconscious  brain squirm and quiver at his touch with hellish scenes played out in front of you- but he new that it wouldn't even come close to how amazing it would be to torture you first hand. In real time. 

You collapsed on your bedroom floor, writhing as you felt the venom course through your veins. Your brain felt as if it was slowly turning to mush, and your vision was black. All you could feel was two icy hands scoop you up, and you had to admit to yourself whilst you screamed for your life, that they felt good compared to the hell fire blazing under your skin. 

"I know I know," You heard Jasper murmur in your ear as a gust of wind whipped your hair around your face. You gasped for air again and again as you felt him maneuver your body around- and every fiber of your being told you he was not taking you to bed, but far far away from your home. He began to scold you, "But what can I say? It's not my fault. You did this to yourself. I am a vampire after all."

[darlingsfandom]

Can you write threesome with Lenny Miller and Emmett.

The plot would be while the reader has a double life and knows that Lenny and Emmett are separated twins (she knows because she is a bioinformatics analyst, that's how she met Lenny, but outside at work she is with Emmett), but when they discover the reader's double life they decide to satisfy her more together Sorry for my bad English, It's not my first language

TW: threesome! fingering, nipple play, oral, cheating!

Lenny Miller x Reader x Emmett from A Quiet Place.

There’s an old saying that you only live once, but in your chase you’re living twice. It was hard to wrap your own mind around at times and yet you’ve done it for the last two years.

Emmett was your loving husband that you recently tied the knot with to conceal your second life. He was the complete opposite of your first husband who you loved dearly but sometimes left you bored because he was too wrapped up in his work which if it wasn’t for his work you wouldn’t have met him in the first place.

Lenny Miller, millionaire thanks to bio analytics that the government was using in a way that made your stomach turn into knots, but you kept your mouth shut to appease your husband. Lenny did spoil you so it was hard to complain. Lenny was well respected and all his employees loved him including you which is how over time you became Mrs. Lenny Miller.

You’ve been married to Lenny for over three years but recently your marriage has been a bit boring and when you came across some interesting information you found yourself starting to lead a double life. Thanks to Lenny’s system you found out that Lenny had a long lost twin that no one knew about besides Lenny, how you got access to that? Your husband might be smart but he’s not that careful at times and you took it upon yourself to research exactly who Emmett was. It was wrong to do this and you knew it but you also knew about Lenny’s little side piece again he’s smart, just not that careful.

When you first met Emmett you played the innocent card so well Emmett found himself falling for you right away. You fabricated a story that you were in the neighborhood for a new home since your husband broke your heart which wasn’t a complete lie but no one needed to know that. Emmett was captivated by you just the way you talked, smiled and talked with your hands and just how you looked at him with such soft eyes , how could you he not instantly fall for you? At first he thought he was going crazy after he met you because he was seeing you everywhere but you were actually there trying to observe him so you could get to know him better. Over time you actually started approaching Emmett when you’d run into him at places like the grocery store, a small thrift store and even at a local video store which Emmett found himself blushing for the first time in his life because of course the one time he decided to look in the adult section he would get caught and of all people by you! It wasn’t long before you found yourself dating Emmett while still having a ring on finger from Lenny.

Lenny never questioned your moves and where you were going. He trusted you but it also gave him more time with his side piece that the more you were with Emmett the more you were starting to give up the idea of being Mrs. Lenny Miller. Emmett didn’t hold you up to this idea that you had to look a certain way or act a certain way, it was nice to be relaxed. So as time went on you found yourself in love with Emmett and he felt the same way so when he asked you to marry him you said yes without a second thought.

Now after a year of being married to Emmett you realized that starting to live the double life was becoming too much. You kept up both lives until one day when you were out with Emmett. He surprised you by taking you out to a fancy dinner. He had been working hard on the farm and to be fair you enjoyed becoming the farmers wife. He did the work and you did the selling at the farmers market , a perfect match. You were excited to go out with him that night until you ran into Lenny.

Lenny had to do a double take at you because he felt like you were an illusion. You were supposed to be out of state on a business meeting which is what he believed but when you were sitting there with Emmett he excused himself from his own business meeting to approach you.

Lenny stood there for a moment questioning if it was really you until he heard you speak. He flared his nostrils and approached you with a look that could kill.

“And what exactly do you think you are doing?” Lenny placed his hand on your shoulder making you jump and Emmet stand up quickly.

“You got about two seconds to take your hands off my wife before I deck you… Lenny.” Emmet despised his brother which is why they haven’t spoke since they were eighteen.

“I do believe you’re confused Emmett, you have always wanted what was mine. She is my wife.” Lenny held up your hand to show off the ring on your finger but when Lenny took a closer look he realized that was not the ring he put on your finger. The ring on your finger was Emmett’s.

The brothers looked at each other with a look that would make anyone in their right mind run away which is what you should’ve done but you found yourself frozen in fear and bit of attraction growing between your legs. It was wrong but you didn’t care.

“I can explain!” You blurted out making them turn to look at you. “Just… not here.” You finally stood on shaky legs before walking out with the two of them hot on your ass. Lenny followed the two of you into Emmets truck.

“You left out glamours life to be a farmers wife?” Lenny rolled his eyes as you sat between the two of them.

No words could come out of your mouth until you finally calmed down to explain the whole thing to the both of them. Neither brother responded right away until you felt Emmett’s hand on your thigh and he looked sad before he cupped your cheek in his hand. He was bothered but the fact you chose him over Lenny in a way made him smile on the inside. Lenny slowly realized he couldn’t be mad because he had started the affair before you had even met Emmett.

“I do have an idea though.” You whispered making the twins look at you. “I’m technically married to the both of you, so why not make it a little fun?” Emmett raised his eyebrow while Lenny crossed his arms.

“What kind of fun?” Lenny asked.

“As you’ve said before Lenny, I’m full of pretty holes to be used… well there’s two of you and I have two holes….” You bit down on your bottom while placing your hands on each of their thighs to which Emmett grabbed your hand and leaned into breath into your ear heavily.

“Should’ve known you’d want something like this.” He licked the shell of your ear while Lenny moved your hand to his crotch and let you rub his cock through his pants. Lenny could never deny sex with you even with his twin about to join in.

“If we’re doing this, we’re not gonna fit comfortably in the truck.” Emmett spoke up while massaging your thigh.

“Take us home my love.” You kissed him softly which made a sting happen in Lenny’s heart when it shouldn’t have. Lenny sat quietly on the ride him while you rubbed his cock and Emmett’s at the same time.

When Emmett had the three of you back at the farm house Emmett helped you out carefully before giving your ass a smack when he had the chance. Lenny had every right to be jealous because he should have been the one to make you giggle like that but he also doesn’t have the right.

Lenny watched how you smiled when Emmett gave you a kiss and he can’t remember the last time you looked at him like that. To be fair it was mostly his fault but he won’t admit that. You looked over at Lenny and gave him those eyes that made him fall for you the first time around.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You ran your hands over Emmett’s shirt before he gave you a nod and kissed you softly. Your lips moved in sync with his as his hands groped your ass. He moved his hands over your body before unzipping your dress. The fabric pooled around your feet leaving you in your bra and panties.

Oh how Lenny wanted to jump right in but he felt like he should just watch. You sat down with Emmett on the couch before looking at Lenny to come over and he did. Lenny sat right next to you. Emmett placed his hand on your boob before having you lean forward to unhook it and let it fall to the floor. Both men let out a moan as you sat there with a smile on your lips. Neither man cared at that moment, they both quickly wrapped their lips around each of your nipples. Your hands ran through both of their heads of hair while the eagerly sucked your nipples. Emmett moved his hands between your legs and spread them open to show off the wet spot on your panties. His fingers pulled your panties to the side before slipping a finger inside of you.

“Emmett!” You cried out as he bit your nipple gently. He pulled away to look at you while pumping his finger inside of you while Lenny continued to suck your nipple. Your hand ran over Lenny’s crotch and gave his cock a squeeze to which he responded by doing his best to unzip his pants to let his cock out and when it was out , your hand quickly wrapped around it. Emmett watched as you touched his brothers cock and he wanted the same thing. He pulled his finger out and licked it clean before he stood up in front of you, unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. You sat forward and licked your lips before sucking the head of his cock. Lenny stood up next to his brother and shoved his pants down so now both men had their cocks in your face.

You pulled off Emmett’s cock to suck gently on Lenny’s while pumping Emmett’s cock.

“You’ve always been so good at sucking cock honey.” Lenny pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly. Emmett got down on his knees in front of you as you sat on the couch, put your legs on his shoulders and buried his face between your legs. His tongue slowly lapped at your pussy which made you moan around Lenny’s cock in a way Lenny has never felt before.

Emmett’s beard brushed against your inner thighs as he ate you out like starved man. You were always so thankful that Emmett loved to give you oral, he was fantastic at it. Lenny was more selfish when it came to oral. You sucked harder on Lenny’s cock, gagging a little when he pushed your head further down. Emmett was devouring your pussy, his nose rubbing against your clit making you squirm until his fingers dug into your hips. Your body never felt like this before.

Lenny pulled you off his cock leaving a string of spit dangling from your lips as you gasped for air. Emmett was lapping his tongue faster making your moans echo off the wall. By the way your legs started to shake Emmett knew you were close and didn’t stop. He felt you squeeze your thighs around your head as you whined loudly, your fingers yanked on his hair as your orgasm ripped through you. Emmett licked up every drop of your juices as you came hard against his tongue. Lenny was a bit jealous because you’ve never came like that for him.

Emmett slowly pulled away licking his lips as your hips melted against the couch. The men looked at each other than at you before Emmett sat down next you, helped guide you onto his lap and lined his cock up with your pussy and helped you slide down on it. Lenny stood in front of you and pushed his cock inside of you as well. You’ve never felt this full ever! Both of them had big cocks! Lenny’s was longer but Emmett’s was thicker and both of them together had you rolling your eyes back as they took turns slowly trying fuck you.

Lenny leaned forward to kiss you and you actually let him. His tongue swirled in your mouth while Emmett’s hands played with your boobs, his fingers pulled on your nipples as they fucked your sore pussy harder. It was too much but it felt so good. Emmett thrusted harder up into you while Lenny slowed down feeling his orgasm building. Lenny pulled out slowly and pumped his cock watching his brothers cock fuck up into you.

With a loud groan Lenny came against your pussy making Emmett fuck his cum into you. A satisfied smile appeared on his face as he sat down next to you while Emmett fucked you so hard that you could hear his balls slapping against you. Another orgasm washed over you squeezing Emmett’s cock which made his orgasm approach. He came with a low moan in your ear as he came deep inside of you, holding you still on his cock so you could feel his hot cum fill you up so much it dripped a little bit down your inner thighs.

All three of you lay collapsed on the couch with you still on Emmett’s lap and his cock still buried in you. Lenny looked at you before wrapping his arm around your waist to also lay his head on your shoulder.

“You know, there’s no reason why I can’t stay married to the both of you.” You mumbled while having your head on Emmett’s shoulder.

Neither brother would admit it, but you weren’t wrong. They were just too stubborn for their own good but maybe, just maybe you’d be the reason they’d come back to their senses in the end.

[spicyicetea]

So I got the new Pokemon DLC for Christmas and I’m on a big Pokemon kick currently so I’m going to give a gift to my fellow Pokémon lovers. Now I’m more well known for Yandere work but I also do love doing more soft romantic stuff. It heals my traumatised self. So I’ve decided to go through all Pokémon games I’ve played and write romantic and yandere sfw+slight Nsfw headcannons for every character I personally like. [No DLC content because I haven’t played any of them yet]. If there are any characters I haven’t done that anyone wants, either comment or request and I can add it onto this post. Merry late Christmas!

As mentioned before, these posts will contain NSFW topics like violence and sexual references, so if you’re triggered by these topic please be careful. The reader in this is also a Fem reader, I can redo this post for a Masc or GN reader if wanted but I’m writing it as Fem currently is just easiest for me. I don’t describe appearance like skin colour or hair but I do write the Y/N with a curvy figure in mind (I can’t help myself, I love thick thighs IM SORRY-)

Kanto

Red

Ah the original silent protagonist. I love this man so much, even more after his cameo is Sun and Moon. I’m not sure what it is about him but he has this strange allure to him, although I doubt that’s a unique opinion on silent characters. Anyway, onto the headcannons.

This is almost a given with the silent types but I feel like he is an amazing listener, only ever nodding to show he’s still listening or giving small “mhms”

You’re probably the only one he comfortably talks to other than Blue.

In public he likes holding your hand, he often communicates through squeezing your hand or fiddling with your fingers.

Psychic boyfriend No.1

This man can just tell what you need, when you need it. Whether it’s comfort cuddles after a bad day of for period troubles.

Speaking of period troubles, this man not only will buy you whatever you need, he’ll wash the sheets, run you a bath and let you use him as a personal heater.

Yandere + NSFW

This man doesn’t open up to people easily yet you made him fall apart.

You made him stutter, drop things and slip up in battles when you cheered for him, he’s whipped.

You were the only woman that’s ever caught his attention and you aren’t leaving him anytime soon.

So get used to him possessively having a hand on you at all times, glaring daggers at any other person you pay attention to.

He’s a very private person so isn’t one to leave marks on you openly, but he does take great pleasure in leaving dark marks on your thighs.

Speaking of thighs… he’s a giver, do what you want with that.

Blue

Ah the smug bastard rival, and I promise you… he’s still insufferable, but in a loving way.

Bullies you playfully. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t mess up your hair and trip you up.

But he loves you truly.

You could not have asked for a more cuddly man, I didn’t expect to have this headcannon but I imagine this man is very eager to stay cuddled up to you as much as possible.

Although he talks a lot and loves it when you compliment him, I also think he’s a good listener, but like I’m a hype man way.

He’ll sit by the bathroom door while you’re in the bath letting you vent about anything you want just egging you on. “Wow she sounds like a bitch-“

A man who loves PDA, it’s his favourite way of staking his claim on your beautiful self.

Yandere + NSFW

Has dated his fair share of girls, but he wants you so bad.

He will fight for you, no matter what. This man will abuse whatever position he has to impress you. A relative of the professor’s, ex Champion, and a gym leader. He will do whatever he can to have you.

He is incredibly touchy, the moment other people aren’t looking, his hands are under your shirt. Nibbling your neck and kissing your earlobes. Actually he’d do that even with people watching,

Although he’d be mighty mad if someone watched your gorgeous body, he might even hurt someone.

Brock

This man is underrated.

The most loveable family man you’ll ever meet.

He loves to cook for you. Everyday. Please let this man make you breakfast in bed.

In fact no, he wants you to cook with him. All romantic. His chest to your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you chop up vegetables.

If you get along with his siblings, he will propose to you on the spot.

Very openly affectionate, but never goes further than a hug in public… ok maybe you can get a kiss on the cheek.

Yandere + NSFW

This man has a breeding kink… you can’t change my mind.

He wants a nice big family and the idea of you, heavy and round with his baby. Not to mention how your… other assets will change.

Will happily suffocate in your tits, and if you’re pregnant, he will help relieve any discomfort you have.

If another man hurt you in any way, he’s going to go… missing. He’d break a man in half over his knee for you, and his Onix is very strong.

Lance

Am I the only one who would smash? Yes? No? Alrighty-

He’s always hits me as a someone who likes spending time with his lover in silence.

Not opposed to PDA but gets worried about his fans potentially harassing you, let’s you borrow his dragonite to escort you between towns.

Away from the public and just with his friends (elite four mainly) he loves to have you by his side, often whispering things about his day to you, information he only shares with you.

Also a man who is very hot, like he’s warm constantly, will be the best snuggler when it’s cold.

Yandere + NSFW

Originally I thought this man would be rather… vanilla but I feel like he’d be into wax play. I can’t explain it, but I can picture him loving to spill wax all over your tits.

For the more yandere side of things, he’s the strongest dragon trainer in Kanto. He will use his influence to make himself your only option, not that you’d realise, he’s not an idiot.

Giovanni

BARK BARK BARK GRRR MAFIA DADDY-

Your relationship is hidden very well from most people, you don’t get to villain status with a clean record and no enemies.

Despite that, you love a life of luxury baby.

He loves nothing more than to pamper you. His beautiful girl sat on his lap, with her hair all done up and nails all pretty. Now that’s the life.

Yandere + NSFW

I think he has great Yandere potential.

You sat comfortably on his lap in his office, his hands trailing comfortably under your skirt.

He loves watching you squirm as his fingers traces tight circles- well that’s all you get for now.

As I mentioned before, I believe he’d default to yandere to be honest.

He would not hesitate to kidnap but I like the idea that he’d try and woo you first. Dinner dates… wine… murdering his competitors.

Yeah, he’d be a yandere.

Johto

(I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never played these ones so I have no significant opinion on any of the characters)

Hoenn

Steven

This is just a crow in a human form, mr I love shiny rocks (me fr fr)

His love language is most definitely gift giving. Your shared house is littered with crystals and shiny things he’s found over his travels.

He loves to press kisses all over your fingers, buying you as many rings as possible for you and him to match. If he buys himself a new ring you’re getting one too.

Loves showing you off to the elite four, and begs that his dad approves. Not that he needs his approval but it’d be awkward if he didn’t.

Yandere + NSFW

Possessive as fuck.

You ain’t getting away from him easily. He will track you down as long as he needs to before you calm down and quit running away.

Loves pampering you once you behave though.

He kisses up your legs to your thighs, such passionate loving words followed by the mantra of “dirty girl” and “slut”

Maxie

Ok all the villains just radiate Yandere energy- so they’re all gonna be pure yandere + NSFW warning

This man doesn’t have it in him to kidnap someone… oh wait that’s a lie.

When he met you that all changed

He needs you, he would hurt anyone to get you to himself.

He’d leave dark bites on your neck, massaging your hips to tangle you together.

Another man I think would be into wax play, also a corruption kink. (No I won’t elaborate)

Archie

Big brute of a man… he’s going to make you beg for his mercy.

He loves holding you in his lap, cradling you delicately while he peppers kisses along your neck.

Will bite you, this man is a shark and will leave slightly bloody bite marks all over your body.

This man eats pussy for breakfast, you will never not cum first, a truly good man.

He is far more eager to kill a man to prove his love for you than he should be.

Sinnoh

I’ll be honest I tried to but I’m tired and I’m just going to be writing Yandere and NSFW headcannons. I’m sorry people-

Barry

This boy is so happy to finally have met someone who loves him… you’re not allowed to leave, he’ll cry.

For some reason I see this mans as wanting a family… he wants to be a more present father than his own.

Not one to leave marks on you but will beg you to stay home so he can cuddle and pamper you all day.

When he eventually takes over the battle frontier (he so would you can’t tell em otherwise) he will use that position to “protect you”.

Cyrus

Ah yes, the cold emotionless man who falls for a sweet woman and kills all competition… I approve!

PDA? Who is that? The most you’ll get from him is his hand on your shoulder moment before he orders team galactic to handle someone who was making moves on you.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You’re the only woman he could ever love.

He lays awkwardly in bed but melts when your head rests on his chest, that was when the yandere switch flipped and he locked you in his apartment.

At least the man lays some good pipe, also this man has a bondage kink cause I said so.

Unova

Elesa

You think that the world won’t notice the famous model and gym leader with a girl on her arm. You’re going to end up centre of the Unova news for the next month.

She loves this though, now everyone knows you belong to her, and anyone who ignores that will just get zapped.

Prepare to share clothes, and prepare for her to watch you undress, she can’t help herself.

The woman loves to zap you, just lightly though, you’ll live… and probably cum.

Emmett + Ingo

Yes you get both, these two are a package deal ok?

Now… prepare to never leave their sight.

They want you at every battle, cheering them on, cuddling with the Joltiks or napping in their office using their coats as blankets.

Now… ok these two are kinky. They just are-

Ingo is 100% a family man, big breeding kink.

I think Emmett is more, adventurous, bondage and impact play seems right in my opinion.

Love to… “threaten” to throw people on the tracks when they flirt with you.

N

Aww what a sweet little thing, come and give me a hug- now time to hide you away where no one can ever see you again!

Honestly, he probably fell for you after seeing your relationship with your Pokemon. Almost every Pokemon you see likes you.

He’s very possessive over you. It’s no secret that he was raised in an incredibly unhealthy way, so he can’t exactly discern between inappropriate and appropriate behaviour in pursuing his courtship with you.

Now onto more NSFW art themes, he 100% praises you constantly and makes sure you’re tended to first. Often ends up super pent up because he wants to take care of you but sometimes go so far and overstimulates you. Don’t worry, the aftercare is amazing though.

Ghetsis

. . . Bastard

I’m only including this mother fucker because he’s so evil he’d be one of the most extreme Yanderes out of all of them. And because if still smash because I’m sinful-

The moment he sees you and falls for you, you can bet you’re getting kidnapped, sorry you just are.

I would bet money that he is the most possessive out of all of them but, and hear me out, would also be kinda attentive?

I can totally picture him being cold and accidentally upsetting you only to spend the rest of the next day showering you on gifts.

You’d also be seen as a god to the rest of team plasma, so enjoy being worshipped.

Oh and NSFW… spanking, degrading and tying you up, enjoy

Colress

Ah yes, my adorable scientist that I think is a kinky motherfucker-

He would make a collar to track you when you leave his side, he isn’t too keen on the idea of locking you insider after all.

Wouldn’t kidnap you but would murder the competitors.

Anyway onto the kinks I think would suit him…

He’d 100% make different types of vibrators so he can cuff you to the bed and watch you squirm. Considered making you a ball gag but he gets off on your moans, that does mean he ends up edging you before fucking you himself.

Kalos

Lysandre

Sugar daddy

I could leave that like that but fine fine I’ll feed you horny bastards.

He parades you around more than any of the others, always making sure you’re wearing the finest clothes. Usually also wearing his jacket, he can’t stand gawkers staring. Admiring your beauty he can handle, but staring at his woman is punishable by a flamethrower.

You live the luxury life. Fancy bath soaps and massages. Cafe trips daily so he can make sure you’re eating well. Sex in the back of his car in secluded car parks when you’ve been misbehaving at dinner.

He’s a rough lover but amazing with aftercare, so there’s that.

Alola

Nanu

Dilf energy… and I’m hungry for it I’ll be honest.

So tired, but you give him energy. Energy to do crime to keep you to himself but still energy. But hey why argue, you get to cuddle his cats all day.

Also, if you’re a trainer that has cat Pokemon… he’d probably marry you. Proposal on sight. Already on one knee.

He isn’t very openly affectionate but as long as no one is around he’ll always have an arm around your waist. You’re well protected.

Another man that I believe would make sure you cum first every time. Just make sure you have a warm bath after for your back, he hits me as a rough lover.

Guzma

Oh you poor girl… not because he’s going to treat you bad but he’s obsessed.

You’re probably kidnapped by team skull but you had no idea it was a kidnapping, it was more of a scooby-doo chase.

Yeah you now have like 50 babies to care for but don’t worry, big sis Plumeria and your new husband will help you. What you don’t remember getting married? Oh silly, you belonged to him the moment your eyes met.

He’s very inexperienced with relationships so give him a little time to learn. He’s a fast learner in bed so he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Will pamper you anyway he can.

Oh and have mercy on this man… don’t wear his clothes, he can’t handle it.

Hisui

Volo

Little shit… he’s going to try and use anything he can to claim you.

Whether that be advances in front of people to scare them off and stake his claim over you.

He does have a decently good reputation so no one would expect him to be dangerous, so you’re kinda fucked, Cyllene would protect you if she needed to though.

He talks down to you all the time, you’re not his equal, you are his property in his eyes.

Adaman

This man is smitten. No more smooth and confident Adaman, this man is a stuttering mess.

He wants to marry you so badly, please let this man marry you… and then put a baby in you but marriage first.

This man gives you jewellery, clothes, helps you befriend Pokémon or catch them depending on which method you prefer.

Cuddler, he will snuggle and cuddle as long as you want, so what he has duties? His pretty little wife wants his attention and you will get it.

Irida

Had noooo idea how to handle her feelings. Probably started as a childish crush at first but it developed into something much more.

She wants to spend the rest of her life with you by her side.

Glares at everyone who speaks to you, even people from her clan. She’s very jealous very easily.

But she loves you, and will let you spend unsupervised time with some people she trusts… only her Wardens, although she doesn’t trust Ingo as much as she doesn’t know him as well, not with you at least.

Warden Ingo

Dilf energy again

His memory may be strange and shaky but he remembers how to treat a woman he loves. Remembers things Elesa told him and Emmet, although to him it’s more echos of voices he thinks he knows.

He loves cuddling up to you while watching the newly hatched sneasels learn how to live. Although this does awaken a want for family he forgot he had.

He isn’t the most trusting person, but he is a good judge of character… and has gotten into a fistfight with Volo when he hit on you. Blood was drawn.

He throws a good punch, but would never hurt you, he adores you, you make him feel good in a familiar way.

Anyway you freaks want NSFW- this man lives up in the mountains, them rough hands can do wonders. And he loves making you feel good, people pleaser but only for you.

Paldea

Arven

Aw what a sweet boy, who will strangle anyone who tries to take you from him.

This boy lost both his parents and nearly lost his best friend/dog… he is terrified he’ll lose you too.

He cooks he cleans and then makes sure to rub your back and give you love so you’ll love him back

Please give this boy some affection or the boys around you will pay the price of you don’t.

Professor Sada

Mommy?

This woman is feral, not only did she basically throw you over her shoulder when she met you but you never don’t have bite marks all over your skin. It’s her way of telling everyone your hers.

I feel she’d give more freedom than Turo, only if Robo Sada was with you for safety… and to break the arms of whoever looked at you the way she did.

Also this woman is a mosterous pussy devouring fiend, don’t argue, you know I’m right.

Professor Turo

Oh daddy Turo- criminally underrated daddy let alone Yandere daddy.

I feel like Turo most definitely would have kept you locked down in his lab with him, convincing you that you help him with his research. I mean… he isn’t wrong, you motivate him to keep going.

However girl has needs and he often get consumed by his work. It wasn’t until he caught you handling problems yourself on your shared bed that he decided robo Turo should take over his research a little bit more.

It’d be a shame if you fell in love with a toy he so kindly made for you than him himself.

Larry

Ah my favourite ordinary business man… I’m so normal about him.

He is very normal about you too, except the fact that he has pocketed any handkerchief you’ve used while eating with him.

Oh and many dates that are just trying new food, oh and bird watching.

Again, call me weird but I think this man wants a family, total breeding kink.

Also I feel like he likes a rather feminine woman, not in the frilly skirt way but in the way of “I don’t N E E D a man but I like you”. You like him, right?

Rika

M m mommy?

Dominatrix… owns a whip… bondage. ANYWAY-

Not above using their position as elite four to scare off competition and keeping you in line.

Oh don’t cry, you won’t escape anyways.

She only uses PDA to send a message to other women or men, “hands off”

Jacq

Teach me about biology bb-

ANYWAY… loves to discover new Pokémon with you.

Will happily teach you about your favourite Pokémon for your attention.

Please don’t look away, he’ll have a breakdown.

Miriam

Ah cute little nurse… she has access to so many dangerous drugs.

She will scream and cry if you choose someone else, don’t do it, she’s an ugly cryer.

She loves to give you “check ups” when no one is looking.

On a side note, don’t you know that orgasms are good for your health? You didn’t? Oh silly let Miriam help you out, her fingers can work wonders.

THIS TOOK FOREVER…

But it was worth it enjoy animals. I want to get more serious with Pokemon x reader writing so I hope some people enjoy this… I’m never doing this big of a post again… this was meant to be a Christmas post- way to many bloody tags to add :,)