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Sacred Romantic Moments prompt

Carlisle said “you’re worthy of my love.”

Meme (thank you!)

She had a May wedding. She remembers how she mentioned perhaps having it on the farm, but the idea was scoffed at, brushed away immediately by her mother. No, she could not marry the respectable Charles Evenson on the farm.

The church it was.

She only ever attended for appearances, much preferring not to go at all. Even breaking her leg had not granted her respite from uncomfortable pews and regurgitated bible verses.

At least the had a bell tower. She remembered the cacophony of peeling bells when she arrived at the church. She was grateful for the noise, the way in which they drowned out her doubts and forced her through wooden doors. The noise continued as she left newly wed, the chaos a sign of what was to come.

She had never been worthy of Charles' love. She had never considered that he was incapable of loving or even the idea that it was he who was unworthy of her love.

Carlisle pulls her from her thoughts with his comment. She finds her body once more, Carlisle sitting opposite her on the windowseat. If she concentrates just a little harder, she can feel the glass of the window against her back and the windowsill beneath her.

She glances down at intertwined fingers resting against her lap. She's nervously fidgeting with her wedding ring— did she say he deserved someone better? Most likely, she has considered herself second hand—used goods—since remembering her marriage to Charles.

Carlisle doesn't let her avoid his gaze for long. Gentle fingers tilt her chin up, coaxing her to concentrate on his face as he repeats himself.

"You're worthy of my love."

She offers a lopsided smile, one that trembles with the effort to believe him. Eventually, she snakes arms around his hips as her head rests against his chest. She does it partly to hide the disbelief in her eyes and mostly to drown herself in his scent.

She had a May wedding, but she had never known anyone worth loving in that capacity until she found Carlisle.

They have eternity; perhaps she will learn to feel worthy of his love, yet.

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.

I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You're still looking.

You make it hard to look away.

I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.

If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

How long are you going to make me wait?

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.

You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.

You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?

We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?

They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?

You're too soft.

Can we go back to making out now?

You sound jealous.

Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.

If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.

Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?

And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?

You're wet, aren't you?

You drove me mad.

She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.

I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

I'm all yours to look at, you know.

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.

Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.

. . .I hate you.

Say it again.

Grind it. Nice and fine.

I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.

Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?

Is that a challenge, Feyre?

Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?

Move with me now.

Touch me anywhere you please.

I want you to make love to me.

Do you know what that truly means?

You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?

I want you inside me.

You have three minutes to get ready now.

I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.

What was I doing in your dreams?

Someone is watching us through the window.

All the more reason to put on a good show.

You're not in a position to make demands.

The best things are found in the most secret places.

And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.

When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.

You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?

I thought you were all about self-control.

I remember how powerful those thighs are.

You are more beautiful than I imagined.

And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.

I'm naked underneath.

Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Please, don’t stop.

Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?

I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.

I’ve never been with a man before.

You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.

And you, Miss, are no lady.

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forget me not + carnation

Botanical Headcanons || @tomedesvampires (thank you!)

Has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them? Are they afraid of forgetting things like that?

When Esme first woke up in this life, it was very disorientating for her. Apart from blood red eyes, Esme essentially experienced the uncanny valley affect and it really unsettled her. She could understand that was her, but she couldn't pin-point what had changed. I explain this a lot better here, sorry, tired brain is kicking in.

But once she remembers the son she lost, it really puts her through the wringer. She wakes up with the distinct feeling that she's lost something, but she can't figure out what. The memories of her life before come back so innocuously, but it feels like her heart is being ripped from her chest with every single recollection.

Once she does eventually remember something, she's relieved her vampiric abilities mean she won't forget again, but she lives her early years on tenterhooks, just waiting for an innocent event to trigger a human memory subdued by her transformation. It still happens even as she matures, and it's just as unpleasant as it was in her newborn years. I think that's the thing that scares/unsettles her the most.

What is your muse’s relationship with their gender? How do they express or not express this relationship?

Okay, so I've kinda word vomited about Esme's relationship to gender here. I apologise in advance, it's pretty wordy with thoughts just kinda going one into another, but hopefully it makes some sort of sense?

As for expressing her womanhood, Esme is extremely fluid in that regard. She can be classically put together, nails and hair done— the epitome of womanhood, but she can also comfortably wear overalls with her hair up in a messy bun, her nails caked in mud with grass stains on the fabric where he knees are. She doesn't understand the performance of womanhood and understands that she is a woman regardless in every image she presents.

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aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

Botanical Headcanons || @sheiismother (thank you!)

Esme is probably not the best at dealing with grief. Smaller instances that invite grief result in her swallowing it down and pretending that it doesn't hurt her. The most demonstrable moments like those are her parents disagreeing with Esme's want to move and teach, and then again with their refusal to help her escape Charles.

As for bigger instances of grief, she isn't particularly adept at handling it. She wouldn't have become a vampire if she dealt with the death of her son well. Of course, there are other factors surrounding that too; she lost her family, her security, familiarity, but ultimately that amount of grief completely broke her.

In this life, Esme has learned to somewhat cope with her grief in a more healthy fashion, but ultimately she will probably struggle more in this life than she ever did in her human life should she lose anyone she loves. Vampiric senses are great, but ultimately flawed too. To feel as deeply as she does, particularly as fiercely as she does, means that her grief will be utterly all consuming.

She's not sure she could ever go on should Carlisle be taken from her, but at the same time she couldn't bear to tear her coven up more than it would already have been with Carlisle's loss. She might just result in becoming a shell of the person she was for an incredibly long time until, and only if, she finds another mate she loves as deeply and passionately as she does Carlisle.

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Sacred Romantic Moments

@alyafae (carlise) asked: "marry me, esme. marry me and make me the luckiest man in the world." (thank you!)

Her eyes lingered on the blonde man in front of her; he was propped on one knee, a ring (sophisticated and understated unlike the ring from her ex-husband) glittering with the lights as he held it between them. His hand trembled with what she could only put down to nerves.

If Esme could cry, she would have sobbed. In lieu of tears, Esme felt a sob and laugh compete for the podium, resulting in a sobbed laugh, a hand covering her mouth.

She was overwhelmed. Before, she had felt so heavy in her acceptance, so regretful of her acceptance. Now she was grinning, just without the thudding of her heart to accompany her.

Eventually, Esme nodded, the action accompanied by a flurries of yesses. Yes, yes, yes. She would marry him. From the moment she met him, she fantasised about being his wife; she wouldn't pass up the offer now.

Her hands come to cup Carlisle's face, inviting him into a deep kiss before breaking away only to rest her forehead against his own, a grin not leaving her lips. "You are wrong only in one regard. You have made me the happiest woman alive."

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poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

Botanical Headcanons || @pierprincess (thank you!)

Esme finds it really hard to be comforted by people. I think the only people she finds it somewhat easier to open up to are Edward and Rosalie. The person she opens completely up to without concern is Carlisle. If he's not there if she needs him, she tends to curl up in his study. Yes, they have a bedroom, but since it's mostly a defunct need, Carlisle spends the majority of his time when not at work in his study. This place is where his scent is all consuming when he isn't there to physically hold her. It helps her remember that she's not alone any more, that her vulnerabilities will never be used against her again.

If she's feeling particularly out of her body, Esme finds the outdoors is the best place for her to be. She very much enjoys being barefoot and feeling the textures of the floor beneath her. She's also particularly fond of water and the feeling of running across her hands and feet. If dipping her hands or feet in water doesn't ground her enough, she has had moments where she will completely submerge herself underwater. The pressure difference alongside the temperature difference is enough to help her break free from a trigger and she can remind herself that she's safe and loved here and now.

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lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

Botanical Headcanons || @pierprincess (thank you!)

As an only child, Esme adored her mother. Admittedly, her mother was the stricter of her parents. Despite never having a son to inherit the farm, Esme proved herself just—if not more capable—than a son would be, but she truly had her father wrapped around her little finger. Her mother let far less slip than her father did, but it didn't mean she loved her any less.

Despite Esme's desperation to move west and teach, Esme's mother was worried about Esme's safety, especially as a lone woman in a place with no friends or family. At least here, Esme could marry a find a man and have him provide for her. She could also take over the farm, but Esme's mother wanted something more for her daughter. She also didn't trust business to flurry with biases surrounding a young woman running her father's farm.

As unimpressed as Esme was about her mother's insistence that she marry and try establish herself some security, Esme also understood. She wasn't stupid, she knew her mother wouldn't be where she was without her father. At that point, it was merely discontent.

The shift in Esme's relationship with her mother came after revealing Charles' true nature. Initially, Esme thought her mother would take her daughter straight back in, refuse to see her anywhere near the man; she never expected her mother to be the one sending her back to the man who beat her senseless. As soon as her mother began making excuses for Charles, advising her how to navigate his anger and become smaller, Esme no longer saw her mother. It was a stranger who bore her mother's face, but it wasn't her mother.

When Esme eventually fled Ohio, Esme didn't even tell her parents. For all intents and purposes, she was already dead to them and them to her. There was something absolutely gutting about posing as an orphaned, widowed woman when her parents and husband were all very much still alive.

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She cursed under her breath as his hips rolled against her own, gasping both at the way he turned them around and pulled out of her. She wouldn't protest if he started coaxing another orgasm from her, nor would she complain if he simply took her there and then once more.

He wouldn't give without some work on her part, though. She felt her eyes roll slightly, but she offered a coy grin which reached her eyes.

"I do believe you are currently too far north," she quipped, cupping his cheek in her hand, unable to ignore his beauty. "These lips are currently clean," she added, nipping at his skin. "But you never know, there's plenty of time... they might eventually need cleaning too."

Her fingers traced lines on his chest and Carlisle almost purred under her touch. That purr quickly turned into an all-too pleased hum he felt her lips at his ears, making the sweetest offer he could think of right now. He moved his hips just one more time and rolled them around at the same time. Having her beneath him again, he was tempted to simply have his way with her once more but that was not his mission. 

Eventually he pulled out of her, groaning at the loss of her warmth around him, but he leaned down to claim her lips in a sweet kiss. “I will be all too happy to help you, my darling wife.”    A smirk formed on his lips as he looked at her. He couldn’t make it so easy.

“Where is it that you need my help?”

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Soft & Sweet Prompts

@sialiia asked: ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ (thank you!)

Esme glances up at Sydney, the man trailing her subdued at their feet. The matriarch wasn't particularly prone to following either her friends or strangers, but she couldn't ignore the way the man made sure not to lose sight of this woman.

Initially, Esme only intended to scare him away, but of course he scoffed at the sight of a short, vulnerable looking woman defending another, equally as vulnerable woman. He was, of course, sorely mistaken. Esme had made sure not to kill him, but she couldn't assure he wouldn't suffer broken ribs.

"Any time," she eventually replies, a sheepish smile appearing as fingers come to nervously push hair away from her face. "I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink about now. On me?"

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One of her favourite sensations was feeling him release inside of her, the way his cock throbbed and twitched as she was rewarded rope after rope of his cum.

She let herself remain collapsed against his chest as she tried to catch pointless breaths. The breeze accompanied by his fingers tracing her spine caused a delighted shiver. She whimpered slightly with the adjustment, not wanting him to pull out; these moments were when she felt truly whole.

His question caused her to grin, her own fingers drawing lazy fingers against his chest. If he wasn't careful he was going to cause it all over again, but she knew he'd hardly be disappointed. Happily distracted from the what ifs of tomorrow, Esme let her lips find his ear. "You see, darling, I'm incredibly messy." Her lips curled into a smirk, "and I would love some help cleaning up... if you'd be so kind."

Finally, he felt her tightening around him, watched her come undone. It was one of his most favorite sights, one that brought him so much pleasure knowing he had done this to her. He kept thrusting into her, repeating how beautiful she was and how wonderful she felt. How much he loved her.

Carlisle came with one hard and deep thrust and a groan, holding her tight as he spilled his seed inside of her. It felt like he was cumming forever as his cock throbbed within her. Eventually, he thrusted his hips a few more times, slowly until he calmed down enough to stop. He didn’t loosen his hold on her and let his fingers trace along her back instead.    “I love you so much,”    he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Refusing to pull out of her just yet, he shifted just enough to make sure both of them would be comfortable.

“Are you satisfied, my love?”    he questioned after a while, already knowing the answer but loving to hear it from her nonetheless.    “Or do you want more?”

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Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

Potential TW warning

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She reached down between them, letting her fingers rub circles against her clit as he thrust harder and deeper. She couldn't be quiet even if she wanted to. He had her like putty in his hands, his name peppered between moans which grew in intensity as she journeyed closer and closer to her climax.

Hearing his command was almost enough to tip her over the edge. She loved it when he commanded her, loved it when he took authority and wasn't afraid to use it like he once was at the beginning of their intimacy journey.

And then his teeth nipped at sensitive skin and she cried out his name, her walls tightening around him as she clung to her husband, convulsing around him as she finally came. She couldn't make much more noise other than whispered "I love yous" over and over again, her head buried against the space between his shoulder and neck. Every now and then, she gently suckled the skin of his neck between her mantra, so desperate to feel him follow her. "Let go, darling, let me feel you unravel."

Carlisle returned her kisses with equal passion and greed, craving to feel more and more of her as if he would perish without her touch. He met her movements of her hips with thrusts of his own, driving into her hard and deep. There was simply no way he would last long like this, not when she felt like heaven around him.

“I love you,”    he grunted. Once she was close again he wrapped both his arms around her to keep her from moving away again, thrusting into her faster.    “Cum for me, I will be right behind you.”    Oh, feeling her cum on his cock would push him over the edge, it always did. He wanted nothing more than to hear her pleasure, to feel it all over his body.

“I want to fill you, Esme. Cum for me.”    He leaned up once more, gently biting her neck as to not break her skin but enough to elicit pleasure.

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@sialiia asked: "I hear this noise, in my head." (thank you!)

Esme observes Sydney with the softest of frowns. For a moment, she can't tell if the other is joking; after all, she can hear the dead. But then again, what happens if it's tinnitus? Maybe Carlisle might be the better person to make this confession to?

Still, Esme offers a smile. She hopes if offers comfort, but she's not entirely sure she isn't coming across as just finding the statement amusing.

"... Like... Normal noises in your head? You know, ghosts and stuff... or, uh, something else?"

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BG3 Starter Prompts

@bcrntalive asked: "i deserve better. I deserve more. I deserve to live!" (thank you!)

Esme's chest collapsed. She remembered the same words coming from her own lips as she pled for her parents' protection. She remembered a flurry of similar words screamed into a pillow when she realised Charles had found her, Esme's cousin stood mournfully in the corner of her bedroom.

"You do, you're right, you do." Esme's voice was gentle, her body leaden with grief she had thought she'd shed. "But you deserve help to if you want it. I can help you."

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Esme cried out as he pushed into her fully, pausing to allow herself to adjust and simply feel him there. Even the small movements of his hips was enough to have her moaning his name, her head tilting back in ecstasy. She kissed him greedily once more, getting sloppier as her lust grew and boiled over.

Her hands rested against his shins as she started rocking her hips against him, feeling his length sliding against her walls as she pulled back to his tip before fully sheathing him once more. Her back arched, her head tipped back and the tips of caramel curls brushed against her lower back.

"Ah, Carlisle," she hissed his name through her teeth, "amore mio, I love feeling you inside of me." She leaned forwards again, her fingers knotting through blonde locks as her hips grew more frantic. "I don't want to cum without you," she managed, moaning against his lips to steal more kisses, her breathing ragged and desperate.

Carlisle was taken by surprise when Esme decided to switch places once again. Of course he would never complain about it, he enjoyed it immensely when his wife took control like this. Although he could have come undone the very second he felt her mouth around his cock. He groaned as his hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangled in her tresses. He moaned her name once, twice, his length throbbing and ready to find release. 

He was about to complain when the air of the night hit his member once more as she moved all the way up once more; it didn’t stop him from thrusting his hips, desperate to find any kind of friction.    “You’re being the worst kind of temptress, Mrs. Cullen,”    he groaned as he positioned his hands on her hips, gripping a little harder than he usually would.    “I am at your mercy.”    While he meant every word, he couldn’t help but thrust his hip upwards, eager to get inside her more than just the head of his cock teasing her entrance. Feeling more of her, he moaned with a growl followed right behind.    “You feel amazing, my love.”

He wanted for her to be in control for now and it took everything in him to not just thrust into her relentlessly. Instead, he could limit it to small movements of his hips.