#peter facinelli smut

[pennyold]

Our little secret | c.c

Summary: after a long time holding those feelings, would you be able to resist when you are needy for your stepdaddy?

Warnings: stepdad!carlisle, corruption, manipulation, size kink, dirty talk, stepcest, p in v, cheating.

a/n: Peter is so hot, more in the Twilight Saga, and I have a serious kink w the stepdad thing, I’m into it, so maybe you would see the same theme in other actors I will post !! Enjoy !! and no proofreading, I wrote this a long time ago, if you see any mistakes, I'm sorry; my bad. Also, I'm back in college, so I lost my ideas for a new fic or blurbs, so if you have a request, leave it in my inbox!!

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peace and love, penny ★

Midnight arrived, and you were writhing in bed, the tingling in your groin wouldn't let you be so wet in your panties, a total disaster. Your parents weren't home; your mom was out of the country, traveling, and your stepdad was working at the hospital as usual. It was the perfect time to touch yourself, but you couldn't. You desperately need more than that. Taking your blanket, you go down to the living room; you need a distraction. As you turn on the television, the front door opens, and you hear heavy footsteps; it's Carlisle. "I'm home," he says, entering the kitchen. "I'm here." After that mention, he appears behind the sofa, taking off his long black coat. "Are you awake?" he smiled. "And you so early?" he laughed. Normally, Carlisle would arrive home in the early morning after his long shift, but this time he arrived earlier. "It was quiet; there aren't many patients at this hour." It's Christmas Eve, and although doctors don't have vacations between shifts, some volunteers choose to stay longer than the scheduled shift. That's how it works at the hospital where Carlisle works.

"Do you want to sit down?" you said, choosing a movie, he agreed, sitting right next to you. You covered your small body with the blanket, you were wearing a somewhat inappropriate pajama. After a while, your hair fell over Carlisle's shoulder, sleep was overtaking you. "Can I cuddle with you?" you said, shyly but with a soft tone, you needed to be hugged even if just for a moment. "Of course, princess," that word makes you burst, he is so sweet with you, always caring and interesting, Carlisle is the perfect stepfather. The one everyone wants to have, but only you can have. 

You started to feel that heat in your stomach and groin again, with your heavy breathing and spasmodic movements, Carlisle noticed it. "Are you okay, princess?" His face showed concern, but also curiosity about the prominent heat you were producing. So hot. "Mmh," you said, and it almost sounded like a guttural moan you were suppressing.

He grabbed you by the chin while inspecting you closely. "Are you sure? You're sweaty and..." you interrupted him by kissing his lips. He stepped back, furrowing his brows, "What are you...?" you kissed him again in a messy and unkempt manner, and he followed your lead, gripping your jaw, demanding control. You moan, touching his chest, trying to unbutton his shirt. "Wait..." he says, stepping back again; his lips were swollen from the desperate kiss, pink and with ragged breathing. "We shouldn't be doing this." He grabbed his hair, resting his elbows on his knees, worried about what had happened.

He was cheating on his wife with his daughter, that's horrible, he thinks. "Carlisle... I need your help," you said, trying to convince him. Touching him gently on the shoulder, massaging him. "Jesus Christ..." he looked at you. You could feel some lust in him, you have aroused him. "I know you need it too," you kiss his neck dangerously, "you always help me..." You brush your lips against his ear, making him shiver, "Could you help me and take away this feeling?" While maintaining eye contact with him, you took off your silk shirt, leaving your chest exposed, your erect nipples screaming for attention, wanting to be touched and pinched. "I'm so horny, please," you plead, rubbing your breasts against his chest to kiss him. He hissed, grabbing your hair with his fist and pushing your lips against his, starting a session of kisses and touching your needy nipples, pinching them. "Mmh, yes, like that..." you moan, feeling the thrill from the pleasure and pain of his firm grip around your hair.

He let you go, taking you to his bedroom that he shares with your mother. He slammed the door shut, still holding you, and laid you on the bed while unbuttoning his shirt. "Take off your pajamas," he demanded, and you obeyed, doing it slowly. Now you are only wearing a tiny lingerie thong. "Take them off yourself" I nodded, biting my lower lip. "I need you to talk, darling, scream, and cry as much as you want." Before taking off his boxers, he grabbed a condom from his nightstand. "Ready, princess?" Carlisle was as excited as you, his cock ready to fuck you, hard and big. Slowly, he introduced the tip into your pussy, making you moan, he hissed, penetrating you slowly and deliciously. 

Your gummy walls welcome him eagerly, squeezing his size. He moaned again, saying some illegible words. He fucks you slowly, you were melting in his arms. You screamed his name and scratched his back with your long nails, "Oh god... so big," you moan loudly, echoing in the room. "I love those pretty sounds, princess." Carlisle kisses you, devouring your mouth. "Keep doing it" You hug him by the neck and open your mouth, letting him put his tongue in, you suck and kiss, enjoying his taste "I'm going to cum," he whispered with labored breathing "Me too, so do it faster." and he did it.

Your legs began to tremble, dripping with the juices that flowed from your tight and small pussy, his cum was expelled from his dick and ended up in the condom. Carlisle thrusts into you once more before pulling out, and as he withdraws his cock, you notice the shine on the condom from your juices. "That was so good," you exhale, "We're not done yet, princess." You lean on your elbows on the mattress, looking at him. "What…?" You say incredulously, if you felt it was too much, imagine it again. "So, turn around with your ass up," you obey, exposing your big ass, you feel him lean against your back, coming closer to your ear, "I thought you liked being my dirty little secret," he smiled, touching your hips and you nodded, "Yes, it excites me just thinking about it." he teased, moving you back close to his pelvis "That's right, princess" after that; Carlisle fucked you like a rag doll, making you scream, moan with pleasure and pain, but you liked it, of course, you did, it was what you wanted, right? Being fucked like the good whore you are.

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[cowboybeepboop]

Patience 

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 6.4k

Summary: You’re a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after you’ve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month. 

Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial. 

a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!

As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement. 

You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again." 

She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.

Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.

The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable. 

You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest. 

Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.

He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.

Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"

“Mhm,” you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, “It comes and goes..” 

Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.

He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.

 You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath. 

Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.

"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.

You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting. 

Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.

He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Uh,” you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. “No, I’m not quite sure..” your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."

“I guess I’m just,” you try to come up with an excuse. “I just have a lot of things going on, huh?” you grin up at him stiffly. 

The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.

"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."

He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."

“Oh..” you lick your lip, “I guess I’m just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains aren’t a good sign..” your gaze falls to the tiled floor. 

Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."

“What.. what do you mean?” your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare. 

Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.

"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."

You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. “Oh?” 

Carlisle’s gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.

He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"

You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. “Like what? Doctor Cullen?” you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence. 

Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.

He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to." 

“I don't-” you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. “I don't think I know what you mean…” your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you. 

Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.

"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."

You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically. 

His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."

“Doctor..” you start, voice soft and full of desperation. 

Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.

"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."

“I..” your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. “I’ve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.” you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession. 

Carlisle’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.

"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."

He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"

“I want you to touch me..” you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.

"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."

You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisle’s hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.

You shiver at his cold skin against you, “Doctor,” you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullen’s lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.

“Tell me, princess,” he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. “Where do you want my hands? You’ve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, haven’t you? Now’s your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.”

“I want you to,” you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. “Touch me, here, between my legs..” you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “And how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?” he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.

You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.

He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

“Yes..” you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.

"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties. 

“Please… stop teasing me..” you whine, desperate for his touch. 

Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle. 

"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul. 

"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.

You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"

With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch. 

His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"

Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.

Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true." 

He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.

You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."

Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you. 

Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core. 

The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice. 

The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. 

You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.

Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch. 

His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper. 

He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter. 

The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.

Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. “You're quite the picture, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. “You know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,” he says, his voice deceptively casual

You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.

"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.

“You’re such a tease,” you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisle’s smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. “But what about you Doctor?” your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection. 

Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.

"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.

“Who will take care of you?” you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisle’s hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes. 

He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"

You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullen’s eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.

"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess." 

You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth. 

His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire. 

The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. 

His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax. 

The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure. 

Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. 

His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need. 

The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke. 

The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.

 You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.

Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue. 

His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure. 

His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. 

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point. 

He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. “You're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Taking advantage of my good nature like that.”

He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. “But I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,” he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.

“Then maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,” you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively. 

"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullen’s gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.

He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,” he murmurs.

You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.

His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.

You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. “Doctor..” you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.

"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.

“I want..” you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. “Your hand wasn't enough… I need more of you..” your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs. 

Carlisle’s breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.

"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.

“Please doctor?” the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.

"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.“

“I want you to fuck me, please..” you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisle’s eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"

With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs. 

You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room. 

You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires. 

He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.

As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. 

Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room. 

His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete. 

The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release. 

"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch. 

His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table. 

"I’ll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.

Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold. 

And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent. 

You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist. 

You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. 

You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will. 

You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw. 

You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.

“You can let go now.” he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity. 

The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling. 

His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation. 

As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive. 

You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions. 

The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.

[shelbgrey]

Hungry Eyes (Carlisle Cullen)

Paring: Carlisle cullen x wolf!Reader

Summary: (takes place during Eclips) in the most Alice Cullen way possible, the Cullen home was turned into a pad for the biggest graduation party Forks has ever seen. Y/n Black - now y/n Cullen and Carlisle are newlyweds fresh from their honeymoon. Y/n is a touched starved girl with a man that's constantly touching. Y/n is also a girl who hates crowds, but she also has a man that has no problem taking her mind off things

Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex(they're married, so it's cool), supernatural qualities make quick appearances (might not exactly fit the ones from the stories), rough sex, riding, multiple orgasms, oral(F receiving), slight fingering, breast worship, not edited, my first twilight smut I think.

MasterList ML2

In Alice Cullen fashion, she threw a big graduation party at their home. The whole graduation class and then some showed up. The large house the Cullens called home suddenly felt crowded and was filled with buzzed graduates and God awful music. Y/n Black - excuse me, Y/n Cullen did have to give credit where it was deserved. Alice could throw a party and everything did look beautiful, even if she was overly punctual and practically played drill Sergeant while trying to get Emmett and Jasper to help with decorating hours prior.

Y/n couldn't use any excuses, the whole night was getting old. Loud music can do a number on someone with heightened sense. Alice had gotten onto Carlisle's beautiful new wife for this evening's fashion choices. Of course y/n's childish side wanted to counteract with getting onto Alice for her music choices, but decided to just grin and bear it. Actually she just stayed up on the second floor of the house, leaning against the stair railing and watched the first floor of the house flood with people. Y/n wished she and Carlisle were back at their little beach house outside of Rio and extended the honeymoon.

It didn't take Carlisle long to find her, not just because her intoxicating scent flooded his senses the closer he got, but because he knew her all too well. It wasn't a surprise to see her away from the crowd. Carlise approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist gently. “There you are, Darling” he whispers in her ear, his voice smooth like satin and never failed to make all her senses weak. The only cacophony that could calm her and distract her from what was going on downstairs.

“My love” Y/n smirked, turning in his arms and grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket as his eyes flashed with amusement. She didn't hesitate to pull him closer so they're chests nearly touched. Since the honeymoon - hell, even before, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Plus(in her mind) it seemed so much more exciting or pure now since they got married. Every touch, whisper, and kiss reserved just for each other.

Carlisle's golden eyes locked with hers - desire clouded them. He loved that marriage seems to have made her even bolder. His hands slid down to her backside possessively, his could touch sending a shiver down her spine. Y/n cupped his jaw as Carlisle leaned down, hovering his lips against hers. Although his teasing usually excited and both annoyed her sexually, she wasn't having it tonight. She pressed her lips against his roughly. Her other hand slipped into the opening where the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, resting her hand against the ice cold skin where his collarbone and neck met. The newlyweds weren't much into major pda, but no one was paying attention to them that night - merely two shadows in the background of the dim room.

Carlisle's hand tangles in her hair as the kiss becomes more passionate as he gently pressed her against the wall that hid them from the party down below. She moaned softly against his lips, a sound only caught because of his heightened hearing. He knew what she wanted and didn't have to be told twice. Carlisle pulls back just enough to whisper against her lips, his cool breath tickling them. “Should I take you to our room?”

“I think you should, Dr. Cullen” y/n whispered seductively.

A small grin tugs at his lips at her use of his title, knowing it's meant to tease him. “Well, Mrs. Cullen,” His hands slid upward, gripping her hips as she stared up at him, biting the corner of her lip. His golden eyes bore into hers intensely, his voice low and husky as they snuck away to their room. “I think I'd be a very irresponsible husband if I didn't take my wife upstairs for a bit”

“It would be, it's been too long since you've touched me” y/n smirked, pulling him into their bedroom by the scarf he had draped over his neck. He always had a thing for them for some reason, but y/n definitely wasn't complaining - definitely didn't complain when he had her tied up with one.

He chuckles softly as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, his arms still wrapped around her. “Too long? Didn't I make love to you this morning?” But even as he teases her, his hands start to roam possessively over her body as he walks them towards the bed.

“I need more” y/n said softly, standing up on her toes and at the same time pulling him down to her height by the collar of his white dress shirt and pressed her lips back against his passionately.

Carlisle groaned softly, kissing y/n back with equal fervor. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She let out a moan at the feeling, carding her fingers through his hair. He could feel her heated body pressing against his ice cold one, making him even more eager to get rid of the clothes that separated them.

Carlisle deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing her mouth as he walked y/n backward towards the bed. His hands moved from her waist to her back, unzipping her dress with practiced ease - he couldn't bring himself to rip it off, knowing it was her favorite. He broke the kiss only to watch the dress fall to the floor, pooling at her feet.

Y/n shivered as she pressed her lips back against his, kissing him in a rushed pace as she pushed his gray suit jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor with her dress. His breath caught in his throat as Her fingers worked quickly at the buttons of his white dress shirt, desperately needing to feel his hard, ice cold skin against hers. His vampire temperature never bothered her, his ice cold skin always felt amazing against her high temperature skin. He groaned at the feeling of her warm skin as it brushed over every inch of skin that was exposed. He couldn't take it anymore and reach for the last few buttons to speed up the process. He quickly shrugged off the material completely, his cold skin already becoming flushed at her touch. His hands moved to her thighs, lifting her easily onto the bed while he kissed along her jawline and neck.

Y/n pulled away, leaning back in the bed. Her fingers trailing down his hard, pale chest sensually. It was like he was sculpted to perfection. “God, you're handsome” she whispered as her hands went lower to his hips and to his belt.

Carlisle smiled softly at her words, his golden eyes locked onto hers. He loved when she praised him, even if he didn't think much of it. He watched as her hands moved to his buckle, his own hands gripping onto her thighs to spread her legs wider. “And you're absolutely gorgeous” he whispered.

Y/n blushed, almost losing focus on his belt, his voice, his words, everything had this huge affect on her and Carlisle knew it. She got the buckle loose and he sucked in a sharp breath as she yanked through the loops of his dress pants. He loved when she was eager like this. He unbuttoned his dress pants, pushing them down along with his black boxers. Y/n's eyes unapologetically roamed his now fully naked body. Carlisle smirked, watching her bite her lip as she spread her perfect body out on the bed.

Y/n didn't waste any time discarding her lace panties. She stared into his gold eyes as she quickly discarded the expensive material and threw them his way. Carlisle caught it with quick reflex as y/n layed back down. He smirked before dropping them to the floor. He crawled onto the bed slowly, his eyes trailing over every inch of her exposed skin. He wanted to worship every inch of her. “Damn” he breathed out, positioning himself between her thighs.

He growled softly, his golden eyes flickering with hunger as his head dipped south. His cold lips trailing along her inner thigh before he buried his face between her thighs, his cold tongue parting her warm folds. “Delicious”

Y/n’s head fell back as she let out a whiny moan. She gripped his blond hair, arching her hips up against his mouth. Carlisle wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them spread wide as he licked and sucked at her sensitive clit. His cold mouth contrasting with her warm pussy felt incredible. He pushed his tongue inside of her, fucking her slowly with it as he watched hee face contort with pleasure.

Y/n gasped, looking down. Her (e/c) eyes met his gold ones. “oh, God. Carlisle!” she gasped, her head tilting back.

His golden eyes were filled with desire and love. He added a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out slowly as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. He loved watching her like this, so lost in pleasure and calling out his name.

“Car” Y/n mumbled, her hips arched as he grabbed one of her thighs, throwing it over his shoulder. Carlise growled against her, loving the way she was losing control. He added a finger, curling them inside of her as he sucked hard on her clit. She whined and moaned in pleasure as she tugged and messed up his perfect hair. His free hand moved up to squeeze one of her lace covered breasts, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple. “Come for me, Darling”

Y/n grasped his hand, pulling it off her boob and lacing her fingers with his. Her head fell back in pleasure as the tight knot in her stomach snapped. Her free hand tugged at his hair and her hips rutted up as she rode out her release.

Carlisle groaned, his fingers and tongue working her through her orgasm. He loved the way she squeezed around his fingers and the way she pulled his hair. He slowly removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. “Mmm, so sweet” he purred.

He crawled up her body slowly, kissing and licking along her stomach and sides. He pushed the lace of her bralette off to the side to reveal one of her perfect pink nipples. “You're so damn gorgeous” he murmured before sucking one of her hard peaks into his mouth, making her moaned softly. She cupped one side of his jaw with one hand and the other went to his hair as her chest arched at the welcoming assault.

Carlisle hummed against her breast, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around her nipple. He loved every one of her reactions, her body arching off the bed and her fingers tugging at his hair. He released one breast only to move to the other one, nipping softly at it. “y/n”

“C-Carlisle,” she moaned softly and breathlessly. “N-need you inside me”

He groans deeply, his cock throbbing against her thigh at her words. He quickly positioned himself at her entrance. He looks into her eyes, seeing the raw desire and need reflected back at him. “As my lady wishes” he says softly before slowly pushing inside her.

Y/n's head feel back as she moaned louder, digging hee nails into his back as he slowly and teasingly pressed into her, his thick, cold length filling her up completely. He bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers. He groaned softly, his head nuzzling into the crook of her neck. He kissed and nipped at her neck, his hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. He pulled out slowly before slamming back into her, now setting a fast and hard pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with her moans and his groans.

“Carlisle” y/n groaned and moaned, tugging at his hair. She felt her skin getting hotter and her emotions slipping. Y/n stared into his gold eyes, her lips permanently parted and supplying sounds of pure pleasure as her (e/c) irises faded into black.

Carlisle watched her eyes darken with lust and pleasure. Her nails were sharp and digging into his back like little claws. Her skin was hot and flushed. He knew she was losing control, his woman getting wilder and needier.

Y/n gasped softly. Feeling bold she used her strength she got after phasing and flipped them, catching Carlisle off gard as she tested their power dynamic. She pushed him into the sheet and straddled him. Carlisle strong arms wrapping around her waist as he looked up at her with suduction in his golden eyes, his fangs slightly elongating as he panted. He loved when she got feisty and tested his strength.

Y/n held on to his shoulders and started rocking her hips. He groaned deeply, his long fingers gripping her hips tightly as she move. He lifted his hips up to meet her, thrusting into her hard and fast. “Carlisle!” she cried out, her head falling back in pleasure. He watched as her breasts bounced with each movement, his other hand reaching up to grope and squeeze one.

“damn, y/n” His mouth fell open watching her ride him. She was so beautiful like this, wild and needy. Her hair was all over the place, her back arched, breasts bouncing. He snapped his hips up sharply, hitting that deep spot inside of her that made her screech. Carlisle did it again, hitting that spot deliberately. Y/n's inner walls clenched around him tightly, her movements becoming erratic. He knew she was close. He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around her and flipping her back over so he was on top again.

The impact they're bodies made had the bed creaking and y/n moaning as she gripped his biceps. His golden eyes darkened with lust watching y/n’s body writhe underneath him. He spread her legs wide again, pounding into her hard and fast. He watched her breasts bounce and her mouth fall open in moans and cries. He loved that he could manhandle her like this without hurting her. “Love”

“I'm gonna cum!” she cried out.

Carlisle growled, his fingers digging into her thighs spread wide. He hit that spot inside of her again and again, his pace punishing. He watched her mouth open in a silent scream as her release built up. Her black eyes rolled back slightly, her back arched off the bed sharply. He swallowed loudly.

Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became stary and blurred, her legs tightend around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, carlisle watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell back against the pillows. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth.

With a final deep thrust, carlisle released inside of her, groaning her name. He collapsed partially on top of her, his weight supported on his elbows. One hand gripped her hair tenderly as he stared down at her blissed-out expression. His thumb traced her bottom lip gently.

“Carlisle…” Y/n heaved softly, catching her breath.

He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent deeply. “Look at me” He murmured softly, his thumb still tracing her bottom lip. He wanted to see her eyes roll back again, see that blissed-out expression on her beautiful face.

Y/n looked up, his golden eyes searched her black ones intently. He saw the satiated expression, the way her eyes were slightly dilated and glazed over. He smiled softly, his thumb pressing her bottom lip open slightly. “More” y/n whispered as Carlisle leaned down, pressing soft kisses on her jaw and throat.

“more” Carlisle agreed, his eyes darkened dangerously. He pulled out slowly only to slam back into her hard. He spread her legs wider, his pace quick and brutal. He watched her breasts bounce again, her back arching sharply. He growled softly.

“Carlisle!” y/n cried out, raking her nails down his back.

His golden eyes rolled back slightly. He snapped his hips harshly, one hand sliding down to grope her breast roughly. He watched her mouth fall open again, her head throw back. He spread her legs wider apart and pounded into her like an animal.

“Oh, God. Don't stop!” y/n cried out, arching her hips up “Carlisle!”

He growled deeply, his hips moving faster and harder. Y/n’s cries spurred him on more than anything else could. He gripped her thighs tightly, his golden eyes were locked onto her bouncing breasts and her flushed face.

Y/n moaned and whined. She grabed both sides of his jaw in her hands, tilting his head up. She gasped and moaned as she held his face in her hands and kepted eyes contact with his gold ones. Fuck, she loved his eyes and the way his usually perfect blond hair was all over the place - lose and draped over his forehead. Y/n iris and pupils had gone full black in pleasure as she Ignored any disire that was linked to her need to phase.

Carlisle maintained eye contact with her. The sight of her black eyes and flushed cheeks drove him wild. He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as she gave him deeper access.

“I... I need to cum again” y/n moaned desperately.

He growled softly, his golden eyes locked onto her black ones. He could feel her getting close again, her inner walls tightening around him like a vice. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and hooked her legs over his elbow, opening her up wider to him.

“Carlisle!” she cried out and He slammed into her so deep that she felt him in her stomach. He held that position, grinding his hips against hers as he reached down with his free hand to rub her clit aggressively. His golden eyes watched her black ones roll back as he finally pushed her over the edge.

Y/n’s mouth fell open in a small, almost animal like purr sound came from her throat as she came hard around him. He growled deeply at the sounds she made, his fangs fully elongating as he watched her intense orgasm take over. Y/n’s black eyes rolled completely back, her mouth open in a perfect O. He felt her inner muscles clench around him so tightly that he lost control and came with you.

Carlisle collapsed on top of her, his large body pinning her to the bed as he tried to control himself. His golden eyes searched her face, taking in her black eyes that were slowly rolling back to their normal color. He nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled her scent deeply.

“Damn” y/n said softly, catching her breath and carding her fingers through his hair lazily as her eyes slowly faded back to their normal (e/c) shade.

“Mhmm,” He hummed softly, lifting his head to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair spread messily over the pillows. He saw her full lips slightly parted. “Darling?” He called softly, pulling out slowly.

“I love you” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gently stroked her cheek.

“I love you more” she smiled back, nuzzling her nose against his.

“not possible” he said, without missing a beat.

[bewareofthecrazyperson]

The doctor will see you now P3

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: Getting used to your new life was getting easier and easier. Being so secluded meant that the two of you were in each others faces all the time. Being able to control was still hard, but it was getting easier. However there are certain urges he isn’t aware of.

Warnings: smut, self pleasuring

Part one / Part two

Somehow it was difficult to get that image out of your head. You straddling Carlisle’s lap. The way he just looked back at you. How he accepted all of you. No matter your state of mind, Carlisle was always there to support you. But now that you had actually gotten close to him, not because he was supporting you, but in a different way.. your mind was racing. It had been a few weeks since you had allowed to let yourself go like that. You were already thankful you hadn’t hurt Carlisle while jumping him like that, right now you just wanted to proof to him that you could do it. Because no matter how much you enjoyed his company, right now it felt more like a teacher, student relationship.

With every day passing, every bit of knowledge you learned while being with Carlisle. One thing became crystal clear. You were utterly and most definitely in love with Carlisle. Most of your human memories were still there, some had faded, but the one thing that was always there, was Carlisle. You remembered how he would brighten your day. How you had wondered what life would be like while being at his side. And right now you were living that life. You just needed more. Secretly glancing at him, smelling him everywhere, always being aware of where he was.. It still wasn’t enough. When you hugged him, when he would touch your shoulder.. when you straddled him. That's when your mind would race, your stomach would clutch. This whole transformation was like going through puberty all over again.

The last few hunts were getting cleaner. The animalistic urge would still take over, however you were able to stop a little earlier. It was becoming less messy. Besides when you looked in the mirror at yourself, you could see your eyes becoming less red. There was some yellow shining through. Like a circle around of the red, your diet was starting to show signs. It was like a goal you were working to. The more yellow appeared, the more at ease you felt. Carlisle had noticed it too, you were becoming more yourself again. Days were passing by quickly, now that you were trying to keep yourself busy. That was the good thing about being a vampire. You could do multiple things at once. While you were learning a new language, picked up gardening around the house, Carlisle was always there. Always on your mind. He never left your side. And while you were finding yourself back, piece by piece, it became harder to fight the imagine of Carlisle kissing you. Of him just walking into the room, grabbing you and reenacting that one time you got to sit on top of him. Only without any piece of clothing. Now that you got to think of it, ever since you turned into a vampire, you hadn’t had any type of sexual encounter.

You wondered how it would be. Now that you were faster, stronger, did not need any time to rest. Obviously you couldn’t have sex with a human, you’d crush him and then probably eat him. Besides when it came to sex, there was only one man on your mind.

You had just finished hunting, and something you really enjoyed after getting dinner as you liked to call it, was a long hot shower. It was just nice to stand underneath the shower and try to think about nothing. Just listen to everything around of you. The water running. The birds outside. Carlisle outside. He was doing something, you were trying to listen to him. Completely focus on him. He wasn’t moving much, but you could recognize some of his movements. The sound of paper. Some rustling. While most of the scents were really artificial, but there was this one body wash Carlisle had in his house that smelled good. You were quick to rub your body with the liquid, however with Carlisle on your mind .. your hands started to wander. It had been ages since you had properly touched yourself. Fortunately you didn’t need to breath, so if you could keep yourself quiet.. Carlisle wouldn’t notice. For the last couple of months your head had been preoccupied with your bloodlust, with adapting and with Carlisle. And now you finally had something else on your mind.

Your hand wandered. One hand stayed on your breast and the other was quick to work. Your skin was so smooth. This wasn’t about exploring, or taking it slow. Now that you were finally touching yourself, having the time without Carlisle suspecting anything, you wanted to be quick. You squeezed your breast, your other hand in between of your legs as you dipped one finger inside of you. There was a sigh, you didn’t even know you were able to make such a noise, yet it was a reminder for you. You bit your lip, making sure you kept quiet as you fingered yourself. There was a sudden urge, your hand slightly moving so you could rub your clit, pinching your nipple in the progress. There was an explosion of feelings.. It had felt like years ago. As if you hadn’t touched yourself in years. And the need was growing and growing. You had managed to stay silent, however when you sped up your rubbing it was getting harder and harder. The water was warming up your skin, hair was in your face, yet you were desperate. Desperate for release.

There was a hum. A low hum outside. Whatever Carlisle was doing, he was enjoying it. He was in a good mood and it was the boost you needed for your quick and sudden release. Your orgasm hitting you hard, like a whole new sensation. You couldn’t keep silent. A muffled moan escaped your lips as you were quick to bite down on your hand. You were certain that he had heard you. When you inhaled there was a mixed scent. The body wash, the smell of water, Carlisle’s scent, your own scent. Now that you were inhaling again you realized how much stronger your own scent had become. You pulled a towel around of you, drying your hair with an other towel while wiping the mirror clean. “Y/N?” Carlisle was standing behind you, he seemed concerned. However when you seemed to be unharmed he relaxed. “I’m sorry, I heard you.. ” he looked you over, confused by the state you were in. You felt caught. He had heard you on your high, however he hadn’t put one and one together. “I-..”, you were thinking of an excuse. But now that Carlisle was standing so close, even your vampire brain was having trouble to find an excuse.

Realization seemed to cross his face and he cleared his throat. “Ah.. well, it doesn’t matter. Are you hungry?” you stared at his face. If there was any blood in you left, you were certain that all of it would have gone up to your head. Your sudden burst of horniness had gotten Carlisle worried, if you had been any louder he would have caught you in the act. And maybe finished it. Whatever was happening now, you blamed your brain for it. “I am”, you replied, taking just a step closer. “But I’m craving something else than blood...”

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Sir - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Request by anon: can i pls request some rough sex with carlisle cullen x reader? maybe with a tinge bit of sir kink?🥺👉🏻👈🏻 only if you’re okay with it thou:)

I missed writing for daddy Carlisle. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: the reader calls Carlisle ‘sir’ for the first time, awakening a darker, rougher side in him. 

Warnings: sir kink, good girl kink, praising, spanking, rougher smut 

(Credit to gif owner) 

“Carlisle”, she moaned his name, arms wrapped around his neck, pulling the vampire in for another kiss, “please”. (Y/n) teasingly bit her lip, knowing that the move would drive him crazy, instantly his eyes darkened, tightening his grip on her sides. “Please”, she took a breath, “sir”, mumbling the title, praying that he’d like to be called like that.

She had always assumed that her mate would have a slight sir kink, he had been wandering this earth for quite a long time, making a name for himself, superior to the people that surrounded him, though he’d never feel like that. He was a humble man that cared more for other people than for himself, a sweet and loving mate. 

“Sir?”, he repeated with a smirk on his lips, hands disappearing underneath the shirt she was wearing, goosebumps appeared on her skin, still not used to his cold touch. “Mhm, at least you have some manners”, Carlisle picked her up, effortlessly carried her into his bedroom, grateful that the kids were out and about.

Her giggle rumbled through her, crashing down on his bed, with her legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him down with her. No matter how heated the situation could be, both would always find a moment or two to relax, to stare into each other's eyes, thanking fate for tying them together.

“Will you be a good girl for me?”, Carlisle kissed his way down her throat, nibbling on her collarbones, distracting her from his wandering hands, untying her shorts, cold fingers disappearing into her panties. Her breath hitched in her chest, involuntary grinding herself against his fingers, clit rubbing against his palm, arousal seeped out of her entrance, sticking to his porcelain skin. “Always, sir”, she whimpered the last part, pushing her shorts down her legs, panties pushed aside.

Carlisle moved down her body, hands spreading her thighs for him, dark eyes focused on her folds, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her, till he finally pressed a kiss to her clit, throbbing in excitement. His tongue brushed through her slit, pressed against her soft skin, devouring her like he’d do for hours on end, careful to show every inch of her body the love it deserved. “Mh, do you like that love?”, he eased two fingers into her heat, curling them upwards, teasing the spot that made her moan his name, “what did you call me?”.

He stopped his movement, fingers still buried inside of her, waiting for her to keep on talking. She stuttered a few incoherent words, “I’m sorry sir”, (y/n) pouted, squealing as he rolled her onto her front, hands instantly attached to her behind, kneading the flesh he’d brush his palm against any moment now. “You’ll count, be a good girl for me love”, he unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, stepping out of his clothes, till he was left in his black boxers, rubbing his palms, as if he was trying to create some heat.

“One”, (y/n) moaned out, hands fisting the sheets, forehead pressed against the pillow, trying to get her breathing under control. She pressed out the numbers, tears welled up in her eyes, he was rough, didn’t show any mercy, patiently taking it up to fifteen, eyes focused on the bruised skin of her behind. “You did so well”, Carlisle praised her, hands moving to her folds, “god, you’re dripping”, he couldn’t stop his proud smirk from spreading.

He loved to know that he was the one that made her feel like this, the one to push her over the edge, with his touch, with his lips, or his length.”Think you’re ready for me?”, he pulled down his boxers, pumping himself a few times, waiting for her to catch her breath. (Y/n) pressed her lips together, clenching and unclenching her fists, trying to mashal her thoughts, pressing out a “yes sir”, not able to come up with anything else.

His tip teased her entrance, coating himself with her arousal, slowly pushing her folds apart, length moving into her heat. Carlisle gave it a few moments, letting her walls adjust to his member, she could feel all of him, his veins, the velvety skin that throbbed against her tightness. “Move, please”, (y/n) couldn’t take it, she needed him to move, to build up his pace, to fuck her into oblivion, giving her what she was begging for.

(Y/n) pressed her behind further against his middle, groaning as he pulled out of her and began to pound into her heat, set on a fast and rough pace, moving against the bruises on her behind. Carlisle would rarely fuck her like this, most of the time he’d make slow and sweet love to her, but the small “sir” that would leave his quivering mate would be enough to urge him on, to tell him to keep going.

Both would tumble over the edge way too soon, not truly savoring the moment, only caring about their orgasms, the warmth that would momentarily spread through them, binding them together. “Don’t stop, oh please sir”, (y/n) sobbed, hand finding her enlarged, throbbing clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Not yet”, he growled, obsessed with her tightness, the clenching of her walls and the small sounds that would rumble through her.

“Beg”, he ran one hand up her spine, tugging on her ponytail, lifting her head off the pillow, “please let me cum sir, please, please”, her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, mindlessly blabbering words that she had cried so many times before. Carlisle gave it a few more thrusts before his pace began to falter, “cum now”.

A fire began to spread through her, heat taking over every inch of her body, she thrashed around, cried out his name, holding onto the feeling. He pulled out of her, pumped himself two more times before he released himself onto her behind, “such a good girl”, he praised her, already planning the things he’d do to her later on.

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[pennyold]

visit | c.c

Summary: you were all week trying to hide the vivid night with Carlisle a few days ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about it, and the visit to his work made everything worse.

Warnings: flirting, cursing, step!cest, just the tip ‘Carlisle’, dirty talk, infidelity (Carlisle is cheating again) and suggestive content.

w.c: 1,384

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb but i got so inspired that it became longer and longer, so i made it a full fic hehe. btw i missed stepdaddy!carlisle, that i couldn’t resist, enjoy and leave some requests in my inbox, im a clean and alone paper on the table without any ideas of new fics lmao. no proofreading!!! sorry for any grammar mistakes.

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Upon entering the hospital, you felt your skin prickle, your spine tense, and a slight tingle at the nape of your neck. You walked down the hallways until you found the hospital receptionist. You placed your bag on the shelf before you and stammered nervously, "Is Dr. Carlisle in his office?" The woman looked at you and nodded happily, "Of course, do you have an appointment with him?" you denied immediately, "No, no, I came to drop off his food, I'm his..." your tongue got stuck in your mouth, would it be appropriate to pass yourself off as his daughter? You cleared your mind, wanting to end the sentence, but the secretary interrupted you before you could say anything, "You are Maggie's daughter, aren't you? She called me, she said you would come," you nodded without saying a word, and the secretary let you pass. "It's the brown door on the right," she pointed to the distant door and you nodded, walking in that direction.

Standing right in front of the door, you took the bag tightly and squeezed it so hard that your knuckles turned white, you knocked on the door and a faint 'Come in' was heard. You opened the doorknob, and as you entered the office, Carlisle's scent filled your nostrils, almost feeling like a slap in the face. You closed the door and Carlisle looked up, he was working. "Hi," you said with a smile, trying to hide the slight nervousness stuck in your chest. "Hello, darling," he said removing his glasses, which he rarely used at home. You approached the desk and placed the bag in front of him. "I brought you some food... Mom said you would be very busy and wouldn't get home until late." He smiled gently, getting up from the chair behind the desk.

His height was very tall compared to yours. You felt small, like an ant next to him, and he looked at you intently without laying a finger on you. Your legs weakened and your chin tensed. "Why so tense?" he said, looking at you curiously, gently took your chin, and made you relax it. You couldn't say a word, and everything that had happened that night, while your mother was out of the house, flooded your mind quickly.

Your legs trembled again and you felt a wave of heat wash over your body. "Is everything alright, darling?" You nodded and looked into his eyes, inhaled, and his scent flooded your nose again. "Carlisle... I-" he silenced you by planting a kiss on your lips, you held firm for a few seconds, but his weight leaned on you and you took him by the shoulders, reciprocating his kiss. He took you by the back, pressing you against his chest, you felt warm and moaned against his mouth, he took the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth, sharing his saliva with yours.

Your pussy contracted, starting to wet the panties you were wearing, you gasped, tightening your grip on his shoulders, you broke the kiss and their saliva was the only thing connecting you for seconds. "The door..." you whispered, licking your lips. Without letting you go, he led you to the door and locked it. He slammed your back against the door, pressing his lips once again against yours. You hugged him by the neck, deepening the kiss, letting him devour your mouth. You felt his hand grab your hair from the roots, he buried his fingers among the strands and clenched it into a fist, making you firmer and more accessible so he could kiss you better. "Shit..." he whispered against your mouth, making a trail of wet kisses around your chin and jaw. "You smell delicious," his voice was so warm that it heated your throat just from feeling it against your neck. He kissed your trachea and lightly bit a sensitive spot, making your legs go numb. "Wow, take it easy," he said, holding you by the hips to keep you steady in his arms.

But he thought of something better, he swept you with his body, taking you to his desk, he grabbed your hips tightly to lift you and place you on the desk. "Better?" you nodded. Your cheeks were so rosy from excitement that you looked down, avoiding his gaze. "No, look at me," he said, taking you by the jaw, making you look him in the eyes. You looked at him and Carlisle felt his heart tighten and his cock swell in his pants, he loved your eyes, big and divine, but when you looked at him, begging or seductively, either way, it made him fall into a trance and feel everything disappear.

You looked at his reddish, swollen, and trembling lips due to the wild kissing session. Carlisle caressed your back, moving down to your hip area and ending at your buttocks. He firmly held each part of your butt and pulled you towards him, making you feel the prominent bulge behind the zipper of his pants. His cock collided with your covered pussy, the material of your panties sticking to your folds, feeling a cold sensation in your hole. "I'm so needy... please," he smiled, squeezing your ass cheeks. "What do you want? Tell me," he whispered into your mouth, almost kissing you.

Instead of speaking, your hand traveled to his bulge, feeling how hard it was, as if it were a rock. You squeezed it and he moaned, trying to stay still in his position. You could feel his cock throb and heat up every time you squeezed it, "Shit..." he whispered, watching your hand rub against his immense problem. "Do you want me to masturbate you?" you asked, looking him in the eyes, trying to look as sweet as possible, when all you wanted was him fucking you against the desk. "I want to fuck you, hard, but it will be very difficult," his words seemed to turn into a seductive melody, gently taking your hair and rubbing his hands on your hips. "Will you stay quiet?" you nodded excitedly, biting your lower lip, stifling your moans.

You removed your hand from his pants and let him unbutton them, revealing his underwear. He looked at your pants and you lifted your hips, letting him know he could remove them. He abandoned the pants on the chair, taking your legs, looked at your panties, focusing on your pussy, where a darker stain than the material's tone was noticeable, "so wet?" You looked to the side, trying to let go of the obvious redness and heat in your cheeks. "You want my cock, don't you?" you nodded. "Then open those pretty legs," you obeyed, spreading your legs and some folds peeked on the sides of your panties. "Are you ready?" He looked at you searching for an answer. "Just put it in, I can't..." he laughed on your cheek, then kissed you. "I only follow your orders, sweetheart," he lowered the elastic of his underwear and revealed his swollen and hard cock. "So I'll put it in, just like you said."

It seemed like he was doing it on purpose; the tip of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy hole, making you tremble and whimper every time you felt his wet tip entering and exiting every second. "Stop," you whispered almost inaudibly. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, watching his erect cock rubbing against your folds. You nodded, biting your lip, placed your arm over his shoulder, and pulled him closer, trying to get him to push his cock deeper, but it didn't work; you only made Carlisle mock your clumsy move. "You want it all, don't you?" Then he kissed the side of your ear, "It will happen when I get home," he said without further ado. He tucked his cock back into his pants and adjusted your panties and pants, leaving you as you had arrived. "Tell your mother to not wait for me, I'll be back late," he winked at you and returned to his seat, going back to his work. You swallowed hard and got up from the table, walking towards the door. "Text me when you get home." That was the last thing you said before stepping out of the office.

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[pennyold]

⎯⎯ ︎pennyold masterlist ! content: older relationships, fluff, smut, step!cest, and suggestive content.

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Truck-driver!drew au: ☆ Rafe Cameron: ✦ Others: ☾︎

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warm bath | smut ︎ ☾︎

teasing | smut ✦

tough | smut ✦

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Bradley Cooper

Phil Wenneck

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sleepover | smut

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Peter Facinelli

Carlisle Cullen

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our little secret | smut

visit | smut

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Carlisle taking readers virg¡n¡ty

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behavior | smut ✧

honeymoon | smut ✧

savior 1 | fluff 𖥻

affection 2 | fluff 𖥻

memories 3 | fluff 𖥻

rain forest 4 | fluff 𖥻

warmth arms 5 | fluff 𖥻

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Husband!Joel taking care of you on a Sunday morning

Billy Burke

Charlie Swan

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Tom Hardy

Eddie Brock

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caught | smut

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Charlie Hunnam

William Miller

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[little-diable]

Kinktober Day 13 - Carlisle Cullen

Feedback is very welcomed, my asks are always open. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Day 13 - uniform 

“Love?”, his voice fell from the speaker of her phone, the panicked undertone in his voice was hard to miss, “are you at your office?”, she stepped out of the car,  eyes hooked onto the makeshift bandage around her left hand. 

“Yes, I am, are you alright?”, she’d never call during his office hours, (y/n) never wanted to distract him, to keep him from focusing onto his patients, but it seemed like she’d have to take on that role today. 

“Alright”, she hung up the phone, not giving Carlisle any further informations, without even saying ‘hello’ to the kind girls at the hospital reception, she walked straight down the hallway to his office. “Come in”, his voice brought a smile onto her lips, “hey”, (y/n) mumbled as she stepped into the room. He suddenly stood in front of her, untying her bandage, hissing as his eyes fell upon the deep cut, helping her down onto the chair.  

“I can’t even leave you alone for a few hours”, the doctor chuckled, sewing the wound together, kissing her forehead as she kept on groaning in pain. “Can’t even remember how I did it”, she had been chopping up some onions, eyes focused on the tv, not noticing how she was about to ram the knife into her hand. “Of course you don’t”, Carlisle pressed his cold lips against hers, smiling at the gasp, that spilled from her lips. 

Her eyes ranked up and down his frame, “always wondered how’d you look in your uniform”, she mumbled, right hand moving up the button border of his gown. The white fabric made him appear even paler, combined with his blonde hair his skin seemed to truly sparkle, even without any sunlight to shine down on him. 

“Did you?”, his chuckle made her lift her head, eyes finding his as (y/n) bit down on her lip, “when do you have your next appointment?”, her eyes wouldn’t leave his. Carlisle smirked down on her, cold hand moving along her jaw, “here? Are you sure?”, he didn’t need Edward to be able to read her thoughts, her body language was telling him enough, by now he was able to pick up on all the signs, no matter how small they’d be. 

Before she could even answer his question he had pulled her up from her chair and sat down, with her in his lap. She caught his lips in another passionate kiss, hands unzipping his trousers, grasping his throbbing length, “leave it on”, she whispered, stopping him from shrugging down his gown. Carlisle breathy chuckle echoed through his office, he would have never thought, that she’d get that worked up by his uniform. 

The vampires head fell back, biting down his moan, she had a tight grip on his length, pumping it like she had done so many times before, adding just the right amount of pressure. Carlisle noticed the way her hands were trembling in anticipation, eyes focused on his white shirt, reading the “Dr. Cullen” over and over again. “Love”, he softly pushed her hands away, set on pulling her trousers down her legs, thumb circling her clit through her damp panties. 

“Shit”, (y/n) pressed her forehead against his, hot breath fanning over his cold lips, “fuck me, doctor Cullen”, she moaned, her sounds got stuck in her throat as he pulled her panties to the side, length slipping right into her wetness. Her nails were clawing into the fabric of his white gown, giving her something to hold on to. He kissed her swollen lips, hands massaging her behind, no words were shared between them, careful not to attract any attention. 

His hips met hers, Carlisle thrusted them upwards, burying himself deeper, hands helping her build a steady rhythm, supporting her weight. Her legs were dangling off his black office chair, toes reaching the ground just enough to give her the strength to bounce on his length. Carlisle could tell, that his mate was close, her walls were tightening around his member, moans and gasps left her, eyes squeezed shut. 

The sight was something he’d never get tired of, he’d probably take his uniform home from now on, just so that he could make love to her all through the night. (Y/n) seemed to loose her strength, her eyebrows were pulled together, lips parted, another moan rumbled through her, hands fisting his shirt as she gave into her orgasm. 

(Y/n) cried out, teeth piercing through her lower lip, shaking from the immense pleasure, that was flooding through her, just enough to push Carlisle over the edge. She could feel his release filling her up, spreading through her, extending the tiring wave of her orgasm. 

“Thank you doctor Cullen”, she chuckled as he pulled out of her, helping (y/n) clean herself up, pulling her in for another kiss. “Be more careful at home, please”, concern filled him, he’d always find himself worrying about her. 

[little-diable]

E.R. - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Request by @daydreaming-mirror-heart  You know even though Carlisle is a gentleman I feel like he'd definitely have sex with his babe at his office mainly because doing it at the house can be hard due to all the super hearing vampires 🤣🤣 do you think you could write some Carlisle smut of him and his babe having office sex?

My first Carlisle smut. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“Come in.”, Carlisles golden eyes were focused on a piece of paper, his white gown had been carefully placed across a seat, exposing his white dress shirt. “Hello handsome.”, (y/n) stepped into his office, a smirk on her lips, she strode towards him, dipped her head down and kissed him. 

He let go of the paper, slightly turned towards her with his chair and pulled her into his lap, Carlisle nibbled on her lips, hands placed on her waist, “I missed you”, he murmured against her mouth. 

“I missed you too”, (y/n) kissed his jawline, down his neck, sucked on cold skin, Carlisles hands began to wander underneath her blouse, tracing her skin, “we don’t have much time, my love”, he whispered. “Let’s make the most of it.”, she began to unbutton his shirt, hands moving up and down his chest, loving the way his muscles flexed underneath her touch. 

Carlisle pulled her blouse over her head, her boobs were spilling out of her bra, a sight that made him growl, he kissed her skin, hands placed on her back, pulling her even closer. She began to loosen his belt, Carlisle kissed her once again, their tongues fought for dominance, a game she just couldn’t win. 

He pulled her off his lap, turned her front towards his desk and pushed her down on it, her upper body was pressed against the expensive tabletop, her behind was exposed to his hungry eyes.  

He expertly tugged down her trousers and panties in one move, the vampire ran his hands across her behind, delivered a light slap to her skin, making her moan. (Y/n) pressed her forehead against the tabletop, her breathing got faster, hands grasping the desk, her knuckles turned a lighter shade, she was desperately trying not to lose her focus. 

She heard him unzip his fly, anticipation was flooding through her, she was dripping by now, her wetness was glistering, begging for him to finally touch her. 

Carlisle grasped his hard length, pushed his tip through her folds, completely stretching her, he didn’t move for a few moments, loved to tease her. “Carlisle”, she whined his name, making him laugh, finally he pushed his member into her heat, moaning as he felt her tightness, a feeling he always had been obsessed with. 

“Oh love”, he moaned, Carlisle placed his hands around her middle, tightly grasping her, he began to snap his hips against hers, the desk slightly moved with the force of his thrusts, making her squeal. 

His hungry eyes were attached to her frame, he admired his mate, loved the way she was stretched across the desk, the way she was whimpering for him, only for him. 

With every snap he sunk deeper into her heat, he kept on stretching her, Carlisle managed to gaze spots deep inside her wetness, spots that made her mind race, made her see stars. 

“I love you”, he growled, almost missing the small “I love you too”, that fell from her lips. His thrusts got faster, Carlisle knew, that he had to go to the E.R. in less than five minutes, he couldn’t leave her like that, he needed her to cum first. 

(Y/n)s walls began to clench around his length, her moans got higher, the heavenly feeling began to build up in her lower belly, she kept on breathing out his name, “I’m close”, she whispered. 

Carlisles grip on her got tighter, he closed his eyes, his own release was creeping closer, he kept on snapping his hips against hers, he leaned forward, pressed his front against her back and sucked on her shoulder blades. 

Both came with a moan, (y/n) kept on holding onto the desk, her heart was rapidly beating, her mind was all over the place, she hissed as he slowly pulled out of her. 

Carlisle grasped a towel and began to wipe her clean, kissing her skin every now and then, “are you alright?”, he helped her dress herself, smiling down on her. (Y/n) pressed a kiss onto his lips, whispered a small “yes” and winked at him as she left the room, excited to be reunited in a few hours. 

[little-diable]

Please respect that this is my own work and I worked really hard on those imagines, don’t copy or edit stuff. However reblog, comment and like as much as you want. Enjoy my loves. xxx

The Junior Professor (smut)

The reader has joined the medical faculty Carlisle teaches at as a junior professor, and it doesn't take long for the two of them to grow closer.

Wrong Contact (smut)

The reader accidentally sends a spicy picture to the wrong contact, but perhaps this mishap is exactly what needed to happen between her and the doctor she has been crushing on

Late Night (smut)

Carlisle comes home late at night and uses her body just like she had asked him to weeks ago.

Reunited (smut)

What has started out as another day of teaching for Carlisle quickly spiralled into something unexpected - all because of the woman sitting in his lecture hall, a woman he hadn’t seen for the last 301 years.

The conference (smut)

Reader and Carlisle go way back since he is her father’s best friend. But after a shared night on her 21st birthday, he left her behind and called it a mistake. Now, years later, they cross paths again at a conference for doctors. It doesn’t take long till the distance between them grows smaller and smaller.

Tell Me Everything (smut)

The reader asks Carlisle to read her paper on Europe in the 1680s, asking him for his insights as somebody who has lived through these times. It's only a matter of time until their talks about history turn into something completely different.

Sweetness (smut)

Carlisle and the reader finally give in to the longing they had felt for years. Pwp

Finding Solace in You (smut)

Reader and Carlisle spend a bit of time at the beach, while a thunderstorm hits.

Take Care of Me (Carlisle x Reader x Charlie smut)

Reader got into a car crash, but she got away with only a few bruises - but that won’t stop her two lovers from taking what they’re desperate for.

Hold me close (smut)

pwp - prof!Carlisle

The Forest (smut)

pwp

Our Secret (smut)

When Carlisle comes home after a long shift at the hospital, he's desperate for some kind of relief. Who would have thought that he'd stumble upon a streaming website, watching the stream of a very familiar face, (y/n) – Jasper's girlfriend.

Superficial Love (smut)

The reader is trapped in a marriage with a cheating husband, while she is crushing on the handsome doctor that has promised her once that he'd always be there for her. God's timing is always right.

Stressed (smut)

Requested: Being a nurse at the hospital and working really late one night (like way past the end of your shift), then Carlisle seeing how stressed you are and finding a way to help you... unwind in his office...

Lies washed away by the pouring rain (threesome smut with Jasper)

The reader has been fantasizing about sharing a bed with her lover and Carlisle. Mere thoughts she has tried to keep from them. But no things ever stay hidden in the Cullen's household.

Rain keeps pouring (smut)

Ever since meeting her boyfriend's adoptive father, the reader had felt a strange pull in her chest. All it needs for that feeling to swap over is pouring rain and a dark library.

Ruin Me (prof!Carlisle smut)

Professor Cullen eats the reader out after coming clean with his feelings.

Teaching Assistant (prof!Carlisle smut)

This is basically pwp, the reader helps Carlisle grade some essays and they fuck.

Exodus 22:18 (priest smut)

Priest Cullen is asked to free the reader from the devils inside her body before she will be burned on the stake. But the Priest knows that she isn't a witch, nevertheless, she has sinned and needs to be freed.

All too well (smut)

It's the readers birthday, as Carlisle showers her with love her mind keeps on replaying old memories of her first lover.

Hush now (smut)

Urged on by his jealousy, Carlisle fucks the reader in his office

Dear Dr. Cullen (Titanic inspired smut)

She’s running away from home, ready to start a new life, who would have guessed that she’d fall in love onboard the unsinkable ship, a ship that perhaps wasn’t as unsinkable as once thought 

Darkness is coming (dark smut) 

As his medical trainee the reader is always right there to help Carlisle out - but when she freezes in a life threatening situation he can't help but feel disappointed and angry. He teaches her a lesson, burning darkness itself into her soul.

Dr. Cullen (smut, personal fave) 

She has been obsessing over her professor for ages and now - as he offers her an internship as his medical assistant - she can only wonder if she’s just daydreaming once again.

Witch hunt (fluff, young Carlisle) 

Set in the 1600s, the reader loses her mother a proclaimed witch, Carlisle is right there to take care of her 

Beautiful (fluff) 

Requested: Carlisle with a plus size reader? like I know vamps are supposed to know they’re perfect, but reader’s the exception to that because carlisle and the cullens are completely unworldly beautiful and she was immensely self conscious as a human and that stayed with her.

Bed rest (fluff)

Requested: the reader twists her ankle and Carlisle is constantly telling her to rest but when he’s gone she walks around and cleans the house and cooks dinner and what not and when he comes home he’s like :0 I told you to rest! X

Formal greeting (fluff) 

Carlisle introduces the family to the wolves as they train together for the first time, the reader is having a field day, making fun of her man and helping Jasper with feeling uneasy 

Graduation (fluff, prompt list request) 

Request: “Don’t you dare post that picture”

School event (fluff)

Request:  Hello can I request the reader and Carlisle going to their children’s school for some kind of event or something and the ‘cool’ Cullen children suddenly turn cute and childish when their parent are around.

Ikea (fluff)

Request: can i request a carlisle cullen imagine where you take a trip to ikea with him and the kids to buy decor for your new home and lots of chaos ensues?

Past 4 am (fluff, prompt list request)

Request: “Don’t tell me you waited all night, just to cuddle me”

Pumpkin (fluff)

Request: can i request a carlisle cullen imagine where him and the reader carve pumpkins together???

Two doctors (fluff)

Request: know vampires don’t sleep, but i was wondering if you could write a cliche “oh no there’s only one bed” style imagine with carlisle cullen??

You never said it back (angst)

Request: Carlisle has to leave his mate behind, breaking her heart as he turns his back on her

NSFW Alphabet 

Wedding bells (headcanon)

E.R. (smut)

Request: do you think you could write some Carlisle smut of him and his babe having office sex?

Sir (smut)

Request: the reader calls Carlisle ‘sir’ for the first time, awakening a darker, rougher side in him. 

Stressful (smut)

Carlisle helps the fem!reader to wind down

[bewareofthecrazyperson]

Reblogging because everyone needs a worried Carlisle

The doctor will see you now P3

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: Getting used to your new life was getting easier and easier. Being so secluded meant that the two of you were in each others faces all the time. Being able to control was still hard, but it was getting easier. However there are certain urges he isn’t aware of.

Warnings: smut, self pleasuring

Part one / Part two

Somehow it was difficult to get that image out of your head. You straddling Carlisle’s lap. The way he just looked back at you. How he accepted all of you. No matter your state of mind, Carlisle was always there to support you. But now that you had actually gotten close to him, not because he was supporting you, but in a different way.. your mind was racing. It had been a few weeks since you had allowed to let yourself go like that. You were already thankful you hadn’t hurt Carlisle while jumping him like that, right now you just wanted to proof to him that you could do it. Because no matter how much you enjoyed his company, right now it felt more like a teacher, student relationship.

With every day passing, every bit of knowledge you learned while being with Carlisle. One thing became crystal clear. You were utterly and most definitely in love with Carlisle. Most of your human memories were still there, some had faded, but the one thing that was always there, was Carlisle. You remembered how he would brighten your day. How you had wondered what life would be like while being at his side. And right now you were living that life. You just needed more. Secretly glancing at him, smelling him everywhere, always being aware of where he was.. It still wasn’t enough. When you hugged him, when he would touch your shoulder.. when you straddled him. That's when your mind would race, your stomach would clutch. This whole transformation was like going through puberty all over again.

The last few hunts were getting cleaner. The animalistic urge would still take over, however you were able to stop a little earlier. It was becoming less messy. Besides when you looked in the mirror at yourself, you could see your eyes becoming less red. There was some yellow shining through. Like a circle around of the red, your diet was starting to show signs. It was like a goal you were working to. The more yellow appeared, the more at ease you felt. Carlisle had noticed it too, you were becoming more yourself again. Days were passing by quickly, now that you were trying to keep yourself busy. That was the good thing about being a vampire. You could do multiple things at once. While you were learning a new language, picked up gardening around the house, Carlisle was always there. Always on your mind. He never left your side. And while you were finding yourself back, piece by piece, it became harder to fight the imagine of Carlisle kissing you. Of him just walking into the room, grabbing you and reenacting that one time you got to sit on top of him. Only without any piece of clothing. Now that you got to think of it, ever since you turned into a vampire, you hadn’t had any type of sexual encounter.

You wondered how it would be. Now that you were faster, stronger, did not need any time to rest. Obviously you couldn’t have sex with a human, you’d crush him and then probably eat him. Besides when it came to sex, there was only one man on your mind.

You had just finished hunting, and something you really enjoyed after getting dinner as you liked to call it, was a long hot shower. It was just nice to stand underneath the shower and try to think about nothing. Just listen to everything around of you. The water running. The birds outside. Carlisle outside. He was doing something, you were trying to listen to him. Completely focus on him. He wasn’t moving much, but you could recognize some of his movements. The sound of paper. Some rustling. While most of the scents were really artificial, but there was this one body wash Carlisle had in his house that smelled good. You were quick to rub your body with the liquid, however with Carlisle on your mind .. your hands started to wander. It had been ages since you had properly touched yourself. Fortunately you didn’t need to breath, so if you could keep yourself quiet.. Carlisle wouldn’t notice. For the last couple of months your head had been preoccupied with your bloodlust, with adapting and with Carlisle. And now you finally had something else on your mind.

Your hand wandered. One hand stayed on your breast and the other was quick to work. Your skin was so smooth. This wasn’t about exploring, or taking it slow. Now that you were finally touching yourself, having the time without Carlisle suspecting anything, you wanted to be quick. You squeezed your breast, your other hand in between of your legs as you dipped one finger inside of you. There was a sigh, you didn’t even know you were able to make such a noise, yet it was a reminder for you. You bit your lip, making sure you kept quiet as you fingered yourself. There was a sudden urge, your hand slightly moving so you could rub your clit, pinching your nipple in the progress. There was an explosion of feelings.. It had felt like years ago. As if you hadn’t touched yourself in years. And the need was growing and growing. You had managed to stay silent, however when you sped up your rubbing it was getting harder and harder. The water was warming up your skin, hair was in your face, yet you were desperate. Desperate for release.

There was a hum. A low hum outside. Whatever Carlisle was doing, he was enjoying it. He was in a good mood and it was the boost you needed for your quick and sudden release. Your orgasm hitting you hard, like a whole new sensation. You couldn’t keep silent. A muffled moan escaped your lips as you were quick to bite down on your hand. You were certain that he had heard you. When you inhaled there was a mixed scent. The body wash, the smell of water, Carlisle’s scent, your own scent. Now that you were inhaling again you realized how much stronger your own scent had become. You pulled a towel around of you, drying your hair with an other towel while wiping the mirror clean. “Y/N?” Carlisle was standing behind you, he seemed concerned. However when you seemed to be unharmed he relaxed. “I’m sorry, I heard you.. ” he looked you over, confused by the state you were in. You felt caught. He had heard you on your high, however he hadn’t put one and one together. “I-..”, you were thinking of an excuse. But now that Carlisle was standing so close, even your vampire brain was having trouble to find an excuse.

Realization seemed to cross his face and he cleared his throat. “Ah.. well, it doesn’t matter. Are you hungry?” you stared at his face. If there was any blood in you left, you were certain that all of it would have gone up to your head. Your sudden burst of horniness had gotten Carlisle worried, if you had been any louder he would have caught you in the act. And maybe finished it. Whatever was happening now, you blamed your brain for it. “I am”, you replied, taking just a step closer. “But I’m craving something else than blood...”