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iconicstoner · 10 months

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love bites & apologies

gn!reader x jasper hale

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summary: when Jasper accidentally leaves marks on y/n’s neck after kissing them, he has to figure out how to make it up to them and their parents.

“Sugar, you are so sweet,” Jasper’s words came out like a husky southern growl, just centimeters away from your face. Slowly, his hands push through your hair as his icy lips move down your neck. He sends a chill down your spine with the feeling of his cold touch, and yet your whole body feels hot with pleasure. Just as Jasper begins to pin you down, his lips still grazing your warm neck, the sound of someone clearing their throat startles both of you. The two of you turn to face the person quickly, and embarrassment adorns your face when you realize who caught you. Jasper releases the firm grip he had on you and raises his eyebrows at the towering lean figure standing in the doorway.

“Y’know, I can hear all your thoughts, and usually that would be helpful, but I don’t want to hear,” Edward pauses to glance between the two of you, “those thoughts.” Your face flushes with embarrassment, and Jasper’s would too, if he was still capable of it.

“I’ll have you know, from the moment you met Bella, I could feel every emotion you felt about her, and that was ten times worse. Do you know how awkward it is to feel lust emitting from the house, just to find out it’s coming from your brother?” A smirk is still etched onto Jasper’s face as he finishes drawing out the words with his charming Southern accent. Edward tenses with embarrassment, and he doesn’t say anything for a long time, considering what Jasper knows. Then, as he begins to look back between the couple sprawled out on Jasper's bed, he begins to laugh.

“Why is he doing that?” you ask in a low mumble. Jasper gives Edward a look of confusion, before turning to you. The second he sees you, his face drops, no longer smirking, and he is in utter shock.

“Oh, Emmett is gonna love this,” Edward says between laughs. Before Edward even finished his sentence Emmett was standing at his side with just the mention of his name. When he looked into the room, he burst into laughter too.

“Nice one, Jasper!” Emmett exclaims as he pats Jasper’s shoulder with intense force, almost knocking Jasper, who is in a trance-like state, over. “It’s like you’re all grown up. Quite the cowboy,” He says, sarcastically. Your confusion is palpable to the brothers, but before you can even ask, Edward is pointing a small handheld mirror at you, giving you a great view of your neck. It’s almost entirely purplish-red from all the places Jasper had been kissing you. You let out a gasp that causes all laughter to cease.

“I’d love to help you,” Edward said with a smile, almost as if he was enjoying this moment, “but since Vampires don’t have blood, we don’t have this problem.” As his brothers spoke, Jasper stood to the side, continuing to look down at you with a slight horror at the mistake he made.

“We could try makeup? I know Rosalie has a ton somewhere around here,” Emmett suggests, at least trying to be helpful.

“Going home with pasty white makeup all over your neck is almost more suspicious than just letting people see the hickeys,” Edward said to Emmett playfully. “And also, curfew is in fifteen minutes, so I’d hurry home,” Edward says to you, knowing this will only be worse if you also break your curfew.

Before you’d even had time to think of a plan, Jasper was already ushering you to the car. He raced down the slick asphalt to your house in the silver Jeep. The car was completely silent the whole drive, but Jasper kept a firm grip on your thigh with his right hand. Emmett and Edward were in the back, and as you pull into the driveway, you can only hope your parents won’t kill you.

“Hold on,” Jasper says, his cool hand touches your jaw, and he leans in to give you a soft, cold, longing kiss, “just in case it’s the last time,” he mumbles into your ear as he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss.

“They can’t ground me for as long as you're alive,” you remark playfully.

“Yes, but they can ground you for as long as you’re alive,” he says, with a sweet syrupy quality to his voice. His hand slowly and delicately traces down your jaw until it's back in his atmosphere again. You crave to grab his hand or to press his skin against yours for just one last second, but you know you can’t look like this and be late. You climb out of the Jeep, step inside your house, and close the door behind you, but Jasper doesn’t take the Jeep out of park.

“What are we doing, Jasper?” Emmett questions uneasily.

“Jasper wants to know what y/n’s parents are going to feel when they see what happened,” Edward explained, already knowing what Jasper was thinking, which was helpful because Jasper would give anything not to speak right now. No one said anything for a moment, but then Jasper tensed, sitting up a little straighter. Edward slumped back, seeming almost uncomfortable by what was happening. Emmett could tell this meant that your parents had noticed, and things didn’t seem good.

“I can feel their emotions. It’s so strong that I can hardly distort them, at least not from this far.” Jasper paused after the words left his mouth, but he didn’t move. “What are they thinking, Edward?”

“I don’t want to say,” Edward said monotonously. Emmett stiffened, and for someone so hard to miss, he seemed to wash away with the tension of the moment.

“Tell me,” Jasper demanded. The brothers sat very still for a very long time before anyone spoke again. The sound of chirping crickets filled their ears, and the stars shined down on them. However, they didn't notice any of their surroundings, as they focused their attention on what was happening in your house.

“They think you’re a freak,” he paused, for what felt like centuries, before saying, “They want you two to break up.” Before Edward can continue, Jasper put the car in reverse and sped home so fast that even Edward wanted to suggest slowing down.

“What am I going to do?” Jasper asked as he opened the front door to the Cullen's house. Emmett and Edward shuffled in behind him without a word.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n’s parents,” Emmet advised.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n too,” as soon as the words escaped Edward's mouth Emmett and Jasper were staring at him, waiting for an explanation. “When I was listening to their thoughts, y/n was mad that you weren’t more careful.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Jasper said, his voice full of exasperation.

A week passes, and somehow Jasper finds himself standing next to Carlisle at your doorstep.

“Jasper, I’m surprised you asked me to do this for you,” Carlisle says quietly as he taps his stone-cold hand against your front door. “This relationship must mean a lot to you.” The door opens before their conversation continues, and they’re greeted with your father's presence. Days had passed since Jasper had gotten to see you. After what happened last week, Jasper called your house, but when your father answered, he told Jasper to never call back again. Jasper had hoped he’d be able to talk with you at school, but you anxiously avoided him, and he wasn’t looking to upset you anymore. It was the slowest week of his 160-year-old life.

“It’s great to see you. I’m Dr. Cullen, Jasper’s father. I was wondering if we could have a word?” Your father is hesitant at the question, but allows the two of them to come inside. The three of them sit at the dining table that your mother is already occupying. As they sit, Jasper nervously fumbles with his hands, worried that his plan to involve Carlisle as his ‘father’ wouldn’t work the way he hoped.

“Jasper,” you say as you walk into the kitchen, surprised to see them, “and Carlisle, what’s going on?” You make your way to the table and sit down on the far end, with Jasper on one side of you, and your father on the other. Jasper could feel the nervousness emitting from you, and it almost matched his own. He wanted to grab on to you and never let go as he took in your intoxicating scent and warm skin, but instead, he settled for inconspicuously placing a hand on your knee and hoping your family didn’t notice.

“I wanted to discuss with you all what happened last week,” Carlisle said, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. When he said the words, almost everyone in the room had their eyes on your (no longer purple) neck. Except for Jasper, who was looking deep into your eyes as if they could heal him or ease his pain. “What Jasper did was irresponsible, and I do not condone that kind of behavior. We have both raised two very responsible, mature, and sensible kids. As disapproving as I am, what they did was not dangerous. Our children had the self-control to stop themselves before things got too out of hand. I know these kids make each other happy, and I believe we should continue to let them see each other.” Carlisle hardly gave anyone time to speak as he felt the disapproval radiate off your parents. “And if it would make you more comfortable, they don’t have to be together at my house anymore. At least not alone.” There was a long pause after Carlisle finished speaking, as if what he said compelled everyone to silence. Jasper gently squeezed your knee and glanced at you hopefully.

“I’ll agree that they continue to see each other, on the condition that they can only be alone together in public, or at our house, with the doors open, while we are home.” It might sound like a big ask, but Jasper knew how secretive and creative Edward was with Bella, and for someone so special to him, he was willing to try and be just as sneaky for you. The idea of sneaking into your bedroom late at night filled him with excitement, and he quickly thought of all the ways he could climb into your bed without your family noticing.

“I think we can agree to that,” Carlisle said with a wide smile and stood up to shake your father’s hand. Jasper smiled eagerly as he stood up, beckoning you to stand too, and wrapped you into a hug. Even if his skin was glacial, he still warmed your heart. You attempted to suppress your excited laugh as Jasper kissed your cheek.

“Hey,” your father called out disapprovingly, causing Jasper to loosen his grip around you.

“What?” you mused, “the doors are open?” Jasper tried to hide his smile in your hair as your parents let out a collective sigh.

“Don’t push it you two,” Carlisle said just loud enough for only you two to hear. He threw the two of you a knowing wink as he made his way back to the front door. Jasper smiled in a way you’d never seen before and slightly adjusted so his back was facing your parents. Gently, he leaned down to kiss you one more time. This time, he let his cold lips meet yours, and even if it was just for a second, you could feel every ounce of his love.

“See you soon, darlin’,” he said with a hushed sultry southern accent. Next time you two were together, he planned on continuing what you never got to finish.

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theodorelore · 11 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞..

↱ platonic!cullen family x human!reader

↱ he/him pronouns

↱ cw: none

↱ a/n: requests are open

↱ you were adopted by carlisle and esme when you were seven years old. they had stumbled across you by accident- you had been an orphan for the last month, barely getting by from the scraps people had slipped you out of pity.

↱ they didn’t warn the siblings, knowing that they probably wouldn’t be very happy bringing a stray child home with them. and trust me, they weren’t happy

↱ they weren’t mad, per say, but they weren’t very accepting of it at first. the only person who welcomed you with open arms was alice. the rest choose to spend time away from you, afraid of accidentally hurting you.

↱ you weren’t told that they were vampires at first. actually, you were the one to figure it out and the one to ask carlisle about it (he wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud of how fast you put it together.)

↱ then slowly the others start to consider you as their new brother and wouldn’t change anything for the world (though you suspect that alice had something to do with their sudden change in attitude).

↱ the years go by and suddenly, you’re not their baby brother anymore. well you still are in their eyes, just not as a baby anymore.

↱ still, they enjoy playing childish games with you (no matter how long or loud you complain for, they still make you play.) you always lose at tag, considering your siblings can run at superhuman speed and they don’t slow down for you.

↱ each of your siblings have their own ways of showing love- edward always knows when you can’t sleep and will softly play the piano from his room, knowing that you can hear it from your room, and that it’ll put you to sleep.

↱ alice will forcible take you shopping. she doesn’t care if it’s too early, or if your in a bad mood, she’ll make you leave the house with her and return hours later with bags and bags of clothes, books, and anything else you happened to look at while out.

↱ rosalie’s the type of sister who you always come to for advice. it doesn’t matter the type of advice your looking for, trust her, she has a suggestion that will usually always work.

↱ emmett’s quite literally is the sibling who wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, yet be the first to tackle you to the ground while play-fighting. it seriously got to a point where esme had to ban all forms of fighting with you because she was afraid something would happen to you.

↱ and jasper- he wasn’t quite fond of you at first, choosing to stay farther and longer away from you then the others because he was afraid of accidentally hurting you. of course, he learned to control himself, and started to slowly hang around you more. you weren’t having that at all, so you basically made him hang out with you all. the. time. you’ll never admit it, but he’s your favorite brother

#male reader #platonic x reader #twilight x reader #edward cullen x reader #alice cullen x reader #emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #esme cullen x reader

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cece693 · 4 months

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You're Edward?! Pt. 1 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

I don't know why, but this turned out to be more of flirty! male reader than anything else. Yet, I still hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn't stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn't anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single.

M/n was crazy. Who in their right mind would travel all the way from [hometown] to Forks, Washington just because their best friend was feeling uncomfortable around a teenage boy? Exactly, no one. But this was Bella we're talking about. No, m/n wasn't madly in love with her, but he was protective of his friends. Given the situation he was currently facing with his parents, m/n was grateful the Swans had opened their doors and taken him in, no questions asked. So sue him if he went off the rails when Bella confided that this so-called Edward was making her uncomfortable to the point where she switched classes.

Clutching the steering wheel, m/n drove down the slippery road, sighing in relief when the "Welcome to Forks" sign became visible through the sprinkling rain. His stuff was in the trunk, and m/n knew it would be much easier if he stopped first at the Swan residence. However, if he wanted to confront this Edward guy, he had to floor it. There was only an hour left, and if he was lucky, m/n would arrive at the high school and surprise both Bella and Edward as school ended.

He wanted to talk things through with the guy; clear any confusion he and Bella had, but m/n was prepared if things turned physical. He couldn't tell you how many times boys, thinking they were hot shots, faced m/n, only to regret it when they were the ones being taken to the hospital. M/n didn't want to toot his own horn, but who would mess with a guy who had a reputation for being a shit-stirrer and fighter? No one smart, that's for sure.

Mumbling along to [favorite song], m/n finally reached the town's high school and grinned in delight, seeing that he had five minutes to spare. Parking quite a few feet from the school's entrance, m/n turned off his car, opting to listen to the steady and calming sound of rain hitting the roof of his car. Five minutes was nothing to the days he had planned this little visit. M/n chuckled, remembering how Bella warned him to stay put, that she had this under control, but where's the fun in that?

Looking at the car's dashboard, m/n noticed that one minute remained before a loud bell echoed throughout the building. As if by magic, a wave of students immediately flooded the parking lot, yet none were the ones m/n was looking for. Students stared at his car in confusion, yet m/n made no move to get out.

"What's taking her so long?" he murmured to himself, growing impatient. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, m/n stilled when noticing an old, brown jacket among the crowd. His jacket, to be exact. Getting out of his car, m/n speedily walked toward Bella, who was surrounded by what appeared to be her friends, and threw his arm around her.

"Ahh!" She screamed, clutching her backpack tightly as if to swing it, before relaxing upon hearing m/n's loud laughter.

"Everytime." He chuckled, laughing harder when Bella turned to him with an exasperated expression and punched his shoulder. "Well, that's no way to say hello." m/n faked hurt, jutting out his lip and pulling the puppy eyes.

"Oh, shut up!" Bella finally smiled, giving him a hug which m/n returned wholeheartedly. Pulling away, m/n finally paid attention to the people Bella was talking to: two girls and three boys, to be exact. Smiling, m/n was about to introduce himself, when one of the boys (the blonde one) rudely asked—"Are you her boyfriend?"

Raising his eyebrow, m/n looked at Bella in amusement—if his hunch was correct this was Mike. The boy who couldn't accept Bella's rejection. She so owed him after this.

"Yes." M/n replied, watching how one of the girl's expressions fell, "I'm Bella's boyfriend. You're Mike, right? My girlfriend told me so much about you." Not hiding the fake sweetness in his voice, m/n nodded at the other boys, "You must be Eric and Tyler." His tone wasn't questioning, m/n knew who they were, so it was hilarious watching as the boys mumbled hello's and tried to make up excuses so they could leave.

"Hey, I have to start my shift at my parent's store."

"Can you give me a ride, Mike?"

"Me too."

Not bothering to wave goodbye, m/n looked at the girls: Jessica was failing to mask her jealousy, teeth clenched together, while Angela (bless her soul) sweetly smiled and congratulated them. "Thank you." M/n replied, "But I really have to talk to my girlfriend. Bye now." Grabbing Bella's hand, m/n walked to the vintage, faded orange/red truck.

"I can't believe you just did that." Bella whispered to m/n when they were safely inside the truck. The rain hadn't stopped, so the pair were drenched, yet when Bella offered to take them home, m/n denied. He was still waiting for the infamous Edward to arrive. Even while doing that whole spectacle, m/n looked for the boy. Copper hair, pale skin, and gold eyes couldn't be easily overlooked.

"That doesn't sound like a thank you, m/n, now boys will finally stop asking me out and I can instead focus on getting together with Jake." Watching in amusement as Bella turned a pretty pink, m/n looked out the truck's window and suddenly gasped. "You got to be joking..."

Now, when Bella told him about Edward, m/n conjured a picture in his mind of the boy. Yet, nothing prepared him to gaze upon the Adonis of a man strutting his stuff while crossing the parking lot.

"That's Edward!?" M/n exclaimed, not daring to take his eyes off the boy. "Bella, why didn't you tell me he's a hottie?"

#the twilight saga #twilight #x male reader #male reader #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #the cullens #jacob black #twilight saga #fanfic #rosalie hale #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #emmett cullen #charlie swan #forks washington

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xer-melody · 1 year

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Rookie

Cullen family x adopted!human!male reader(!platonic!)

Warning: hurt/comfort, three original characters, readers friend sucking, a potential new friend tho, swearing, fighting, blood, getting arrested, mostly Carlisle centered.

Words: 2364

Summary: Y/n Cullen wants to tryout for the Baseball team

(A/n: I’d just like to say fuck Stephanie Meyers. Also this is my first request fill so yay!)

Request by anonymous : Cullen family x adopted!human!male reader hurt/comfort(?) where R wants to try out for the school baseball team, but his friends have little faith in him so he starts to self-doubt. So the rest of the Cullens help their youngest sibling practice and he eventually gets on the team. :)

The Forks High School baseball team had just lost a player. Well, not ‘lost’ but he decided that he'd rather play basketball instead, leaving an open spot on the team just a month and a half before baseball season. And you decided to fill that spot. Last season, tryouts had filled up quicker than anyone could have possibly thought they would, but the entirety of the old team was graduating that year, so with twenty-six spots open, people -most not even knowing how to play- flooded the coach in applications. And in an attempt at management, a team was hastily picked and tryouts were closed before you even got a chance.

While that first season was beyond painful to watch, they've gotten better over the last year, way better.

Ronan leaving the baseball team was, for the most part, a secret, at least for the time being. But he knew you liked to play, so he told you, and while you weren't friends with Ronan, you're glad you were the first he considered to take his spot.

That same day, in between classes, you practically ran to the coach's office and asked for an application.

Turns out applications had changed a bit from last year. Considering the fiasco that was the previous tryouts, he'd made it a bit harder to join. Instead of applications being a simple one-page, name-birthday-signature ordeal like it had been for years, it's become a ten page contract.

‘To weed out the fakers’ he said.

Now you were sitting in the schoolyard on the second to last step of the bleachers, half watching the team practice, half trying to fill out this seemingly never ending application.

“‘Have you ever broken a bone?’ no..” you muttered to yourself, checking off another box among dozens of other tiny boxes.

While the questions weren't particularly hard, there were hundreds of them. And you understood why but goddamnit this used to be so simple.

Leaning back against the beaches you watched as the eighth inning began, short words were exchanged between members as they switched spot, the catcher, a guy named Thomas, let out a playfully excruciating yell as he stood from his squating position for the first time nearly 20 minutes, his teammates laughed, and you let out a small chuckle along with them before returning your attention to the application.

‘Do you have siblings? If so, how many?’ was the next question on the packet.

Another filler question, as many had been, only maybe 20 of the questions retained to your health, or your ability to play.

A few minutes later and you were still answering questions, but kept a mental score of of who did what and how much longer until the ninth inning.

A few more minutes passed and you were nearly done, just a page and a half to go. You could get that done before practice was even over. You clicked your pen as you tried to think when was the last time you went to a doctor that wasn’t Carlisle.

Then, without warning, the application was pulled from your hands.

Looking up you saw the sudo captain of the Forks Baseball team, Apollo, who you only really knew two things about, both his parents were Greek mythology nuts, and despite baseball teams not technically having a captain, he was the captain. He dragged the team out of the mud by himself, and then proceeded to knock every game of the season out of the park.

And for a reason you couldn’t comprehend, he smiled down at you after quickly glancing over your application.

“You joining the team?” He asked, slightly out of breath (he ran across the field to talk to you).

“I’m going to try..” you responded quickly.

He chuckled, leaning up against the fence separating the two of you he said, “That’s good, we need someone like you-” he passed the application back, “You’ve been at basically every practice and game this team has ever had, won’t take you long to get the hang of things.”

“I play with my siblings all the time, playing on this team shouldn’t be too hard..”

At that, his smile widened.

“You’re confident, I like that. Can’t wait to have you on the team..”

He turned as the current right-fielder called him over.

“I expect you to see you at tryouts- on time, alright Cullen?”

“Alright..”

“Have you lost you’re goddamn mind!” Your self proclaimed ‘best-friend’, Jamison shouted.

You felt like your eardrum was going to burst if he kept yelling in your ear like that. You were driving him home and chatting when the topic of baseball came up, while he wasn’t too much of a fan, his older brother was on the baseball team. The moment you told him you were trying out he blew up.

“Maybe the rest of your siblings might stand a chance but come on Y/n, be realistic for a moment.”

“I am, I’ve been playing for years, I'm pretty sure I can make the team.”

He groaned, rubbing his hand down his face in frustration,

“Dude, the entire team is getting full ride scholarships, you can’t just come in and fuck that up!”

Stopping at a red light you turned to face him, “Who says I’m going to fuck it up?”

“Just..” he groaned again, “You’re not as good as them man.”

“You’ve never seen me play.”

“Still, just think about it playing with your siblings is different, they go easy on you because they don’t want to hurt your feelings, other teams won’t give a shit about you or your feelings!”

The light turned green and you moved your foot from the breaks to the gas, thinking just how wrong he was. This asshole had never seen you play, he didn’t even know anything about the sport and he was trying to tell you that you’d bring the team down.

“Whatever man,” You muttered.

You tried to ignore his words as best as you could, but such heavy doubt coming from one of your closest friends stung. Tapping your finger against the steering wheel, you breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm the anger that was slowly bubbling under your skin.

“Y/n, I love you man, but don’t do this, you’re good at…stuff, but not this. Just let somebody else try.”

You sighed, slamming your foot on the breaks, making Jamison jerk forward, nearly slamming his head on the dash board. You looked at your rear view mirror, no cars as far as you could see, you look forward, no cars. Then, as though the past three years of friendship meant nothing, you said,

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me, get out of my car.”

He scoffed, sitting back in his seat, “Are you serious?”

After a second of silence he got out of the car.

And you got out right after him.

The familiar smell of human blood traveled through the Cullens’ home, followed by your scent, followed by Charlie’s.

Four loud knocks echoed through the quiet house, all were hesitant to move. But Carlisle, being the closest to the door, moved to open it.

Behind it he found a very irritated Charlie who was holding your arm behind your back. Blood ran from your nose all the way down to your chin, but other than that you seemed mostly unharmed.

Charlie gave a quick glance to you, then back to Carlisle.

“Found him fighting some kid in the middle of the road.” He said, sounding almost as disappointed as Carlisle felt.

You refused to met your fathers eyes. You have never disappointed him before, not in this way at least. You knew that fighting Jamison would lead to you getting in trouble with Carlisle eventually, you imagined every scenario as you rode home in the back of Charlie's car, but Carlisle crushing gaze of disappointment was harder to face than anything you could have imagined

You tuned out their conversation, but never missed the looks Carlisle would give you every so often, disappointment and worry clear on his face.

You didn’t move until you felt your fathers hand on your shoulder, pulling you into the house.

You heard something along the line of “don’t do it again” from Charlie and then the front door closing behind you.

Now you were facing the entire Cullen family, your family, as they swarmed you with questions. Questions you really didn’t want to answer, not now anyways. So, the moment you found an opening, you slid passed them and up the stairs. While any of them could have stopped you at any moment, they didn’t, instead watching as you climbed the stair and disappeared behind the wall, a second later they heard your door slam shut.

Laying on your bed, armed crossed over your chest, glaring at the ceiling above you, irritation coming off of you in waves as the fight replayed in you mind. You kicked his ass but he got a single good shot at you and it was with a rock, not even with his own fist the fucking coward. What kind of person throw stones?

You groaned in frustration, you should have put his ass to the goddamn hospital, maybe that would have given him some time to figure out how to not be a total dick!

You don't know how long you sat there stewing in your own frustration, but someone did eventually come to check on you. You heard the knocks, still you hesitated to get up. You didn't feel like talking, or explaining yourself. You did what you did and that was final.

But, then your father's soothing voice called for you and all the stubbornness you'd been harboring to avoid persecution slipped away.

Pushing yourself up and out of bed you walked to the door, and were met by Carlisle's no longer disappointed face, now replaced by worry.

He sighed before he spoke, grabbing your face and examining your still-bleeding nose.

A moment later you were both sat on your bed as he prodded your nose, tissue held to your nose as he asked you.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

He moved to another spot.

“What about this?”

“No.”

He sighed again.

“It's not broken, are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No.”

With that he sat back.

“So are you going to tell me why you fought Jamison, I thought he was your best friend?”

“He was,” Groaning, you said, “until today!”

Falling back onto the bed with a huff, letting your legs dangle off the edge.

“Do you remember what happened last year? With the tryout for the baseball team?”

“Yes, you said they were over before they even started, why?”

“One of the members of the baseball team dropped out, and he specifically asked me to try out and take his place.”

Carlisle smiled, but it faded quickly once he saw the hurt expression on your face.

“That's a good thing, isn't it?”

His words only frustrated you more. not with him, but with your so-called best friend, “It is! But when I told Jamison, he blew up on me- told me I'd only bring the team down. Then he told me to not even try because he thinks I'll fuck up their scholarship.”

“Sorry, I just-” you sighed, “it's just so stressful- I don't know if I even want to join the team anymore. I don't even know if I could! I went through all that trouble with applying and I don't know if they’d even let me on.”

Another sigh left Carlisle. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around you, his cold embrace comforting beyond anything else. You huffed, irritation and betrayal still scorched through your vein but this lessened it.

A moment passes and you mutter, “thanks dad..”

“It’s alright son..” after a moment he continued, “never take advice from someone who doesn’t have your best interest in mind. As your father, I have nothing but your best interest in mind, so I'll tell you this-”

He pulled back for a second, looking down at you, a small smile on his face.

“Try out for the team, you've played with vampires, I'm sure a group of human boys will be more than impressed with your skills.”

With another sigh you held back a grin, your mood- and your heart- feeling tons lighter.

“Well if you insist, I guess I'll have to-”

And then your door was slammed open, the entire Cullen clan standing behind it, except for Emmett, who'd accidentally pushed the door open by pushing his body weight against it while your siblings were violently eavesdropping.

“…surprise?” Alice tried, holding up a metal bat as both a peace offering and mild defense.

“We were just uh-” Emmett started, but fell short.

“-going to help you practice…for your tryout.” Belle finished smoothly- well as smoothly as she could with a speech pattern as unconventional as hers.

With a wide grin Alice tossed the bat at you, you caught it seamlessly, having done it thousands of times over the years.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Tryouts were over. You were laid out on the dirt, which you were also covered in, the other attendees were in similar positions. Though some were closer to passing out from exhaustion than others. You, on the other hand, we’re just enjoying the sunshine and the breeze after a surprisingly tame tryout.

You closed your eyes, taking in your surroundings with your other sense, the most prominent of which was you potential competition gasping for air just a few feet away.

“You’re not even tired?” A familiar voice said.

Opening your eyes, you saw Apollo, nearly blocking out the sun.

“Not really.”

He let out a short laugh, looking over at the rest of the candidates with his hands on his hips.

“Well, shit- ain’t that something.”

He kneeled down next to you.

“So coach is the one who usually makes these calls with who gets picked after tryout, but you know what I’m pretty damn sure it’s gonna be you.”

“Really?”

“Really, I’ll see you at our next practice-“ then, unexpectedly he whipped his baseball cap off and tossed it onto your face, “-rookie.”

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What?

a/n: Beau is the masculine version of Bella and I decided to write them as twins

You were alarmed to say the least. You were sitting in the Cullen’s living room which you hadn’t been in since the Wedding and you were happy you were sitting down.

You were raised in Forks and had known everyone and had gotten to be friendly with the Cullen’s before your twin sister had returned from Florida.

You loved her and were happy to have her back home but if you knew that this is what would have happened to her, you and your Dad both would have shipped her back to Jacksonville.

“Beau?” Bella asked. You snapped back.

“Okay so, let me get this right. I go off to college in Cali and you go on your honeymoon with Edward, get pregnant and you had a kid. But plot twist, he’s a vampire.”

“I knew before.”

“Right, so you married a vampire and had his kid. Who is aging rapidly and almost killed you in utero.”

“Right.” Edward clarified.

“Okay, you, don’t talk to me just yet. I would hate to break my hand by punching you in your face.”

“Actually,” Jacob, your childhood best friend, “She punched me.”

“Sorry, Niece Crush haver, it’s a lot to process.” You huffed, “So you all are vampires, right?”

“Right.” Carlisle said, “You’re doing alright.”

You laughed as you shakily raised the coffee up to your mouth.

“Also, there’s one more thing,” Alice, the first Cullen you befriended started, “You know how I can see the future?”

“Yes?”

“Turns out that you and me are actually going to fall in love.”

“Huh, well, I will admit I did have a crush on you- Anyway, so you,” you pointed at Jacob, “You’re a werewolf, who the Cullen’s and vampires dislike yet you, what was the word?”

“Imprinted.”

“Yeah that, on my niece, who you gave the same nickname as the Loch Mess Monster?”

“Why are both of you upset at that?”

“The Imprinting or the nickname?”

“The nickname!” You and Bella said in unison.

Jacob threw up his hands in defeat.

You sighed, “So, one of my many questions is, what happens now?”

“Well,” Carlisle began, “Know that you know about this, you will need to make a choice.”

You sighed, “That choice.” You said.

The room fell silent. All eyes on you. You knew that if you didn’t, it would bring danger to the Cullen’s, your family and Jacob’s family. You rubbed your eyes, a mannerism you shared with your father, “How long do I have to think about this?”

“I would say five years.”

“Five years.” You repeated, “I just, I need some air.” You stood up and walked to the door.

“Beau! I’m sorry.” Bella said, worry in her voice.

“Don’t be. Happily Ever Afters don’t come to everyone.” You said as you opened the door and walked outside.

You looked up at the stars as if you were looking for answers.

“You’ll catch a cold.” A voice said, you turned back to see Alice, who was carrying your jacket. You put it on and smiled at her.

“So, you and me, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Bet that was a shock.” You laughed.

“Not really, I knew you were looking at me in class.”

You smiled. “Sorry about that.”

“It was kind of endearing because you would always like check to see if I saw.”

“I didn’t know you knew.”

Alice was standing beside you, also looking up at the stars, “I did.”

You thought for a moment, “Tell me, how happy are we?”

“Very happy.”

“What choice do I make?”

“You chose to do it. But you chose it for you.”

“Do I like, nearly die?”

“Yeah.”

You immediately jerked your head to look at her, “Wait actually?”

She started laughing, “No no! But you should see your face!”

“Not funny!” You chuckled.

“Then why are you laughing?”

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ymmpily · 3 months

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Masterlist | The Cullens Series

Summary: Vincent Black Rothschild was born on June 15th, 1989 to a wonderful family. They were not only well-off but also kind and generous. Vincent grew up with plenty of love. As Vincent grew each day so did the roughness in which he played, this resulted in plenty of hospital visits. This was how the family eventually became acquainted with Dr. Carlisle Cullen. In 1997 only a year after meeting Carlisle a group of newborn vampires terrorized the Rothschild home, luckily enough Alice had a vision; though this did not save Vincent B. Rothschilds' parents it did save him. In the end Carlisle being a compassionate man he is, he decided he would not leave the child in the hands of a foster system, this resulted with him adopting the child to become one of his own. The other members in the coven did not agree with this and told him it was dangerous, warning him of the possible outcomes. Instead of agreeing with his coven family he headed their warnings and invited the child with open arms; Esme soon followed.

↳ The Cullens x Adopted!Male Reader

Word Count: n/a

Chapters: Unknown

Status: Currently a work in progress.

Taglist: I wanted to make this an option so just let me know if you'd like to be added!

Character Pt.1 | Character Pt.2 | Character Pt.3

Life Before The Twilight Franchise.

Prologue

Twilight.

New Moon.

Eclipse.

Breaking Dawn Pt.1 + 2.

🏷️

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hanatagami · 1 year

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Twilight Characters with a GN! Light Fairy Reader

Twilight cullens with a light fairy reader. The fairies are based off of fate the winx saga ones, just because their powers are pretty cool. The show kinda sucks tho, but im an original winx fan so im a little protective of the original lmao. I might do other fairy types as well, and maybe with more characters idk yet

Edward Cullen

this man is. SO enraptured by you and your entire existence. He truly believes with all his heart you don’t belong with him, and it’s honestly kind of heart-breaking.

your like a symbol of everything he isn’t and he can’t help but remark to himself about the irony of it all.

ur a creature of the light, he can’t let others see him in light at risk of death by volturi. You have a temporary life-span(albeit long), he is immortal. ur whole existence is to be loved by nature, and he is supposed to be the top of the food chain predator.

ur the exact opposite of like everything he loathes about himself, why would you even consider being with him

but he gazes in awe of the way you can hold light in your palms, how the light hits your face and enhances every perfection, that you seem to almost glow in it, your entire aura radiating inviting warmth.

he just can’t seem to pull himself away from you, despite how much he believes you don’t belong together. he would be a fool to reject your love

he loves to play piano and watch you dance in the light peeking through the windows, orbs of light dancing around with you like a thousand tiny personal spotlights

the way he could watch you in your guyses meadow forever, you sitting amongst the flowers showing off by making a tiny rainbow in your hands, a little light show. the indescribable warmth he feels as all the colors hit your smiling face, he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, but he doesn’t want it any other way

dont even get me started on when he sees your wings. i imagine wings of light fairies are wings that are never the same color from one second to the next. your wings fluctuate from all colors of the light spectrum and to see you fly with them is like the most magical thing hes ever seen in his 100 something years of life

any comfort or desire you have on behalf of yourself or fairy traits, like maybe stones that absorb sun energy, plants for nature, literally anything, he’s pulling out that edward cullen card and buying everything

he would definitely buy plants anyways. he likes to see you bend rays of light and things to tend to the plants and it just makes him so happy

theres a fun little game you play, where you turn invisible and he tries to find you in the forest via your thoughts and other senses. when he finds you, he gives you a cheeky smile and a kiss. it’s kinda fun when he thinks he found you but your actually behind him or smth, you get to spook him a little and its very funny to see

Emmett Cullen

this little shit

to be honest i don’t think he’d notice your a fairy until you told him

but when he found out he was like “sick”

he’s suddenly very cautious physically, thinks you might be very frail or squish easy

until you tell him that absorbing the light makes you stronger so it’s fine

he’s very curious to see the capabilities and limits you have as a fairy. primarily, are you stronger then a human? if so he kinda wants to wrestle you

see whose stronger. his pride might be a little damaged if your able to win, he’d mumble something about a vampire being weaker then a fairy isn’t very cool, but i think he warms up to the thought very quickly and begins to find it kick ass

wants to see if you could beat jasper and edward in a fight too, and if you win he’s gonna be so proud of you

he feels like a very good match to you. while it isn’t necessarily super cool that vampires sparkle, he loves that in a way it matches you

orbs of light surrounding you like a bunch of stars, casting light on him and making him sparkle, like you guys are the lights of each others life or smth romantic like that

he’s not a poet

but he can’t help but grin cockily when you create a small orb in your hands just to watch how his hands and arms sparkle, he’s suddenly very proud with his sparkling ability

he’s asking-no begging- for you to pick him up and fly him around forks or the forest or anything. he wants to fly, jumping high isn’t the same

and you dont have to be afraid of dropping him! he’ll be fine!

you have to be careful, cause sometimes he’s a little too proud of you, he might accidentally spill a secret to someone while bragging about you

like “you should see how they look when playing with the light” and your like “EMMETT SHHH-” and just hope they think he’s talking about a ringlight or lighting in a picture or smth

he truly understands nothing on how fairies work, might buy a couple of scam things online on accident, in hopes of them being of some use to you

your vampire boyfriend just thinks your so cool, he wants to pick you up by the waist and hold up in front of everyone and go “look at my fairy s/o, aren’t they cool”

jasper hale

now major whitlock over here

he’s kinda like edward, he’s done a lot of bad in his life, something as innocent as a fairy truly can’t be into him

though its hard not to interact with someone who feels such a strong love for him

he doesn’t even have to feel it, cause you can show it via bright pink lights

you don’t allow him to brood on it to much

you do help him adress his past faults tho

he’s not proud of being in the confederate army, and thats something you had to establish very early on in the relationship

he helps you with magic training when you tell him emotions play into magic output

he feels this very innocent joy at being able to enhance your powers via boosting certain emotions

like the light you produce together is a product of your love, its a very wholesome feeling

he likes seeing how emotions effect your powers, how the colors change, fluctuating between a couple shades of one color depending on the emotions

how they differ in brightness, sadness being more dim, but things like happiness and anger being ridiculously bright

the light even moves differently, sometimes being more flowy and graceful, others being more fast and jagged

he’s kind of a history buff, so he is so interested in the history of fairies

the traditions and customs, and how they came to be

he could literally sit and listen to you talk about it all day, how fairies have had impacts on the world and human history that they had no idea about

how myths and legends of old are because someone saw a fairy, you being able to tell the full truthful stories and make them sound so interesting

he always compared alice to a fairy, but now that he knows one, he can’t help laugh to himself whenever you guys talk to each other

thinking as to how he was right in some areas, wrong in others

please let him dance with you

he wants to teach you so bad

swing dancing, line dancing, literally anything please

like swing dancing can be so intricate now cause he can literally throw you and you can do stuff in the air

the country man in him is so excited

he would show off if he had any country friends still alive from then

Carlisle Cullen

is curious in the medical facts of fairies fepoefsj

kinda cant help it, he;s been a doctor so long, and its mostly him wondering if you get injured if he can help you the same way he does humans

because he’s seen a lot of pain in people, and if what he usually does can’t help you like it did them, it might distress him a little

will feel much better when you enlighten on the best way to care for a fairy

also interest in hearing about the political dynamics of fairy kind

mostly if their anything like the volturi and if he should be concerned about them knowing about you

loves to see you interact with his children, you seem to be very wise and in tune with the feelings of others

you would very quickly become another parent to them, and it was clear you had final word in the house fepskf

loves when you surprise in his office at work by suddenly appearing out of thin air

or when he’s working and suddenly feels a kiss on his cheek and nothing else

the nurses all giggling at the joyful smile on his face, not knowing its because his s/o came for a single second just for a kiss before letting him get back to work, it makes his day that much better

hunting could be a little easier with your synergy with animals, but he would never ask that of you

loves to see you try on clothes, using your powers to view outfits at different light levels and angles

thinks your flawless in all of them, so be careful if your trying clothes on at the store

he’d buy the entire store-

considered buying you an entire forest too, but you claimed the forest belonged to the earth so he didn’t

you force the entire family out to secluded places in the woods and other places when its sunny, wanting to share its good energy with your family

the sight of his family playing around with each other in the sun, lead by his most favorite person makes him feel like he could take on the entire volturi

and yeah the volturi kinda see you as a threat, your powers alone could reveal a lot of vampire even at night

but they wont do anything at the risk of a species based war, they know so little about fairies that killing you and potentially making others angry could be very dangerous

plus the promise of a temporary, although very long, life length reassures them a little

carlisle would worship like you floated down from the sun and directly into his arms like some sort of celestial being

and he told you that, and the way your face and eyes lit up made him swear he’d never stop saying things like that to you

#twilight #twilight scenarios #twilight x male reader #twilight x reader #twilight x fairy reader #Edward Cullen #Jasper Cullen #Emmett Cullen #Carlisle Cullen #fairy

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lucianidealz · 1 year

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why have all of the twilight x male reader writers just disappeared into the abyss like come back we need y’all 😭😭

#twilight x male reader #twilight #twilight imagines #male reader #alice cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jacob black #x male reader

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 years

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Request - I want to know if you can do head cannons of Emmett Cullen mate/boyfriend/husband who is a demigod son of Hephaestus/Vulcan

You can can choose if the male reader is Greek or Roman.

•When you first met Emmett, he made you laugh.

•He has many nicknames due to his height of 6’5.

•Emmett fell for you hard.

•He told his family that he was going to marry you, they thought at first it was puppy love and it will go away.

•Emmett went to ask your father Vulcan to marry you

•Your father Vulcan is known for being a Roman God who god of fire, god of the forge and metalwork.

•Your father Vulcan asked his siblings to test Emmett, so he can prove that he is the right man for you.

•Emmett passed everything that the Roman Gods made him go through.

•His family and your family start to plan the wedding.

•You and Emmett were very nervous about the wedding.

•The rings are one of a kind.

•You and Emmett are madly in love with each other and want to be together forever.

•Emmett is still goofy and you laugh at his jokes.

•You and Emmett would try to cook dinner together. Sometimes the food would get burned.

•Emmett likes to hold your hand in public.

•You would cuddle with your husband in bed or on the couch.

•You and Emmett have a favorite restaurant to eat at.

•When you are feeling sad Emmett knows how to comfort you.

•Always supporting each other in everything.

•Now and Then you and Emmett will surprise each other with gifts.

• Sometimes Emmett would flex his muscles to you.

•Emmett would try his best to help you train with your fire powers.

•You would help Emmett control his blood lust.

•Emmett likes to sleep in his briefs.

•You and Emmett tell each other everything.

•Sometimes you and Emmett would argue.

•For your birthday Emmett would spoil you and buy the best cake for you.

•Sometimes he can be romantic but he is still goofy.

#x male reader #male!reader #emmett cullen imagine #emmett cullen x reader #Emmett Cullen x you #Emmett Cullen x male reader #twilight imagine

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hiddens-eden · 1 year

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#the owl house #hunter x male reader #hunter toh #naruto x male reader #stranger things x male reader #the chilling adventures of sabrina #male reader #x male reader #gn reader #x gn reader #twilight #twilight x male reader #emmett cullen #that time i got reincarnated as a slime

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

KEY:

🌶️ = NSFW

🥹 = SFW

😡 = angsty

𝒥𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Made for Me 🥹

𝒥𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Bleeding Hearts 🥹/😡

Unbreakable Bonds 🥹/😡

𝐸𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

To be written...

𝐸𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Beauty and the Brawn 🥹/🌶️

𝐸𝒹𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

To be written...

𝐸𝒹𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

I Like Your Mind 🥹

𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓮 𝓒𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

To Be written...

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theodorelore · 11 months

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❊ edward cullen

❊ jacob black

❊ carlisle cullen

❊ emmett cullen

❊ alice cullen

#platonic x reader #male reader #edward cullen x reader #jacob black x reader #carlisle x reader #emmett cullen x reader #alice cullen x reader

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bonafideyapper · 1 month

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DAY OFF - maximus (fallout tv) x female!reader (smut)

Warnings: SMUT MDNI!!! 18+ // virgin maximus, you work for free because he’s just so sweet, no use of “y/n” but “your name” is typed out, subby (switch) Maximus, he’s embarrassed, I love it; reader is described as female, chubby, and southern/from the east coast, premature ejaculation (but the stamina is there fr he’s back up and ready in like 30 seconds flat); oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it ‘fo you tap it, reader), creampie, I probably forgot some but tbh I didn’t expect to get as raunchy as I did (not proofread)

(this is written to be a one-shot but if there’s enough interest in a second part i’ll work something up :))

Word count: 3k

Masterlist

Maximus was pretty pissed off and worn down by the time he came across a settlement along the way to tracking down the head, or the armor, he really didn’t know what his purpose in life was at the moment. He was just tired and needed some water, maybe a snack. He kept thinking back to that vault dweller he met in Filly, her pretty big eyes and that cute little smile. He’d never see her again, but hey, at least he could have the memory.

He stumbled into the first crudely established business he could find that might serve him, taking a seat at the bar and trying to get the bartender’s attention. Clearly had not taken in the scenery of the bar he was in. Beautiful women stood around, each one with various male patrons. Unable to properly get the man’s attention; Maximus huffed and let his shoulders slump in near-defeat. After meeting the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and then getting his ass kicked and losing the fucking armor, he had little energy left to give.

You noticed this from your position at the end of the bar, slowly inching your way down as he took his place at the bar. The man had barely looked up when he burst through the door, clearly not noticing he had stumbled into the only brothel for miles around. Well respectable women making money to support themselves, helping weary travelers and the occasional rough raider to get some peace and release for the night. Today was your day off, but you always loved a little challenge.

“Emmett! Would you be a dear and get me two waters?” You leaned over the bar and flashed the old man a big smile, he had always had a soft spot for you since you’d always slip him a big tip from whatever you made upstairs. Emmett filled up two glasses of water and slid them across to land in front of you, “On the house, beautiful.”

You turned to get a good look at the man, fighting back a laugh as he stared at the glass of cold water in your hand, almost resembling a panting dog. “Here, honey; this is for you.” He muttered out a ‘thanks’ as he took the glass and took it down in three gulps, setting it back down on the counter between them.

Maximus was smitten the moment he laid eyes on you, his literal saving grace. He finally took in his surroundings and cleared his throat, trying to put on that macho attitude of a knight, but really just an awkward little guy (with and) without that armor. “Thank you, um, I didn’t seem to catch your name?” He tried not to notice the obvious – that you were a whore, and he was a lying squire. He figured you two were one in the same, he was the lowest rung of the Brotherhood’s hierarchy, and you were, well, a prostitute. Max didn’t really care though; he had never seen someone as captivating as you, especially not in the wasteland.

You told him your name, and Maximus swore he had never heard anything so beautiful before. He watched you take small sips from the glass in front of you as you spoke with him for the next few minutes, realizing he had yet to offer you his name. To lie or not to lie, that is the question.

“M-Maximus. That’s my name.” He told you, offering up a piece of knowledge about himself. Hey, he figured he’d never be back in this part of the wasteland, telling you his real name wouldn’t hurt nobody. “I uh, I don’t have any caps, so if you’re looking for a customer…” He trailed off, thinking you were only there for one thing.

“Well, lucky for you, today’s my day off.” You flashed him an award-winning smile, one that would’ve been plastered on billboards in the old world.

The two of you talked for awhile, neither of you too worried about the environment around you. You filled in most of the silence with some stories about your past. He found out you were close to his age, had come to the western wasteland from what used to be the Carolinas, and were working in the saloon until you could find someone to take you back to Appalachia. You both sat there until closing time, Emmett giving you signal with a jerk of his head towards the stairs leading up to your room with an eyebrow up as if asking, “Charity work on your day off?”

“Hey Maxie, you wanna go get some sleep? Only five caps for a nice place to rest.” You squeezed his arm gently, leaning towards him, “No business, just as friends.” Maximus had never had a nickname before, other than the verbal insults spat at him by his fellow brothers. After spending quite some time with you, he decided that he liked the nickname, and would not let the abuse of the Brotherhood affect his brief time with you. He found himself nodding without thinking over your offer, blindly following you once you moved your dainty little hand to grab onto his larger one. Once he was behind you, he took notice of the way your dress moved as you walked, swaying slightly with each step. He tried to remain honorable and not stare at your ass as you went up the stairs, believing you were telling the truth when you claimed that no ‘business’ would happen.

Boy had he been wrong.

Once you had him safely in the confines of your room, your lips were on him like flies to honey. He desperately kissed you, his hands coming up to hold your cheeks like you’d float away if he didn’t anchor your body to his. Or, maybe he felt like he’d float away if he didn’t hold onto you.

“No, no no no no! This can’t be happening.” Maximus broke away from your lips suddenly, trying to push you from his lap at the feeling of his growing erection.

“Hey hey, calm down.” You frowned and grabbed onto his hands, distracting him by putting them firmly on your thighs and looking up into his frantic eyes, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I think my cock is about to explode.” Maximus panicked and frowned when you just laughed in his face, not taking his worries about the brainwashed BoS sex ed seriously. Your hands floated up to rest on the side of his neck, your thumb ghosting over the scar running along his chin.

“Oh, bless your heart. Maxie, that’s what‘s supposed to happen. Do you trust me to make that feel good for you?” The way you cooed to him in a condescending way in that sweet southern accent made him whimper. His head nodded on instinct, going into this with blind trust for you since hey, you were a professional. With him finally voicing the consent on the matter, you flashed him a big smile and resumed making out with him. Your hands drifted down between your two bodies, palming him gently through the front of his pants and eliciting sweet whimpers from the virgin.

His hands were clumsy as they explored your body, but you didn’t really mind. He finally discovered the places his hands felt like home, one landing on the soft, plump flesh of your hip as the other found its place on your lower back. He pulled your body closer, seeming to gain more courage as the night progressed. Something about a safe bed and a good-looking woman in his lap just did it for him, y’know?

Max shifted you both down so he could lay his upper body back against your pillows, just trying to get comfortable and not think about the way his cock felt–you made it very hard (pun intended) to think about anything else. You broke your lips away from his and let out a melodic giggle as he chased your lips. You needed him out of that white t-shirt that oh-so-deliciously clung to his biceps, so naturally your hands reached to pull it over his head.

You really were the best at what you did, and you knew it, Maximus could tell. You expertly removed his belt and pants without him even noticing, only detaching your lips from his because you had started to leave a trail moving down, down, down…

Fuck, he’s beautiful, you thought to yourself. Taking time to press open-mouthed kisses along any scars that may have been on his abdomen, you glanced up to see his eyes locked on you. Half-lidded brown eyes stared down at you, his breath catching in his throat as you finally reached your destination. You carefully opened his pants and tapped his hip gently, asking him to lift up to make this a little easier for you. As he obeyed, you pulled his pants down in one swift motion, smirking when you saw his cock. Perfectly shaped, thick and girthy, just how you liked it, and rock-hard as it sprung up out of the confines of his briefs.

“Still trust me?” You whispered to him before you put your hands on him again, basically salivating over the thought. Maximus didn’t even need to hear the rest of your question, nodding frantically after you uttered the first syllable. Taking his cock in your hand, you easily began working him, keeping your eyes on him. You loved the look on a virgin’s face when you touched them for the first time, and Max was no different. His eyes had closed, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Absolutely fucking beautiful, in your professional opinion.

His hands found their way to your hair as you licked a drop of precum from the tip of his cock, humming softly in delight at the salty substance before immediately getting to work. You wrapped your lips around him and gathered enough saliva to really make it enjoyable for him, not even having time to really get sloppy with it when the pretty boy had busted in your mouth with a profuse apology. Greedy, you pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed down the load. You thought it was cute how apologetic he was at how quick it had happened, so you wiped your mouth and leaned up to kiss him again. “Don’t apologize, I’m not done.”

Max didn’t know what else to expect, already astonished that it had gone on this long and his cock was still attached to his body. With his cock standing staunch and almost painfully erect again, Maximus let out a pitiful whine when you lifted your dress over your head. You guided his hands to your hips again, starting to work a rhythm against him with your hips.

“You okay if I ride you, honey?” You asked him, peppering kisses across his jaw and down his neck. Maximus nodded quickly and dug his fingertips into your pudgy hips, moving you in his lap the way that he wanted. He thinks he’s starting to get the hang of this sex thing, until you lift yourself up and he feels the warmest, softest grip he’s ever felt before. He thought your mouth was the best thing he had ever felt, until he felt the way your pussy gripped his cock alll the way down until he was buried inside you.

“Shit, Maxie, you might be the biggest I’ve ever taken.” You mewled, leaning over his body in a way that perfectly positioned your breasts above his face. You put your weight on your hands on either side of his head, propping yourself up to start moving your hips. Grinding into him for a moment to really feel how deep he was before lifting yourself up and dropping yourself back down to test the waters with your new toy.

Meanwhile Maximus couldn’t focus, at this moment he had completely abandoned his faith in the Brotherhood, creating a new religion in your body. Maybe he was just delusional over getting laid but he would worship the ground you walked on after this. His mouth found one of your nipples and latched onto it almost instinctively (don’t mommy kink shame me), rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud before pulling back to give the other some well deserved attention.

You finally fell into a good rhythm, leaning back on him and grabbing onto his legs behind you for support as Maximus figured out that if he thrust his hips up just right, you’d let out a new sound. At some point you realized he had taken over, his hands digging roughly into your hips and thighs as he fucked up into you.

Maximus grinned when he realized that not only did this feel great, it looked like you were actually enjoying it too. He was a quick learner, figuring out which ways to move his hips that would elicit the sweeeetest noises from your throat. He decided to get cocky with it and put those squire muscles to good use, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you in place against his body as he pistons his hips quicker. Admittedly becoming more sloppy, but he soon realized that it was because you had come completely undone in his arms.

Your eyes had rolled back as soon as he help you in place, nothing but the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your moans that were getting higher and higher in pitch. “Max- fuck- Maximus—“ you tried to warn him that you were going to cum, burying your face in his shoulder and white-knuckling the blanket as you exploded instead, a gush of what Maximus thought was piss (he would later learn that no, you didn’t just urinate on him) coating the two of their abdomens. Never deterred him though, because soon after Max had let the explosion feeling take himself over, pumping his heavy load into you. You swore you could feel it literally hit your cervix and hoped you weren’t ovulating.

Maximus kept his arms tightly around you as you laid on top of him for a moment, moving only slightly in a way that would allow his cock to slip from your velvety walls. Leaving you with the ejaculate mix dripping down your thighs. His fingers traced up your spine gently before his dropped his arm to the side, letting you get up if you so pleased.

You did, but only after hovering your face over his to brush your lips against his in an almost-tender kiss. Your legs were shakier than you’d like to admit as you crawled off of him, cleaning yourself up a bit before wrapping yourself in your nice robe. Maximus sat up a bit on his elbows to watch you float around the room, smiling up at you when you came back to him with a wet rag to clean him off.

“Get some sleep, Maxie.” You pressed your lips to the skin just above his bellybutton, then one against his sternum, finally one more pressed to his lips that lingered as long as he allowed it to. To you, aftercare was important to both parties, and since you were the more experienced, you’d have to teach him a thing or two about that. “You’re safe here with me, I promise.”

Maximus watched you slowly make your way up his body, wrapping his arm back around you to pull you closer to deepen your kisses. Both of you had just exploded and yet he could still probably go again, but the exhaustion of his journey had finally hit him, and he knew he had a lot of ground to cover in the morning. He nestled his head against your bosom and closed his eyes, not used to any sort of cuddling but definitely just wanting to feel your softness as long as he could before everything got hard again.

You had a fond smile on your face as you looked down at the man in your bed, it wasn’t often that you took a serious liking to any of the men that strolled through the saloon doors, but something about the “I can fix him”-ness of the false knight under your covers was intriguing. You wrapped your arm around him and gently traced your finger over some raised skin between his shoulders, too tired to make out what the shape was.

You had woken up before him the next morning and had already gotten dressed and ready before deciding to wake him, a plate of biscuits and a cup of badly-made coffee on her side table. Maybe, you hoped, if you made his time really worth it he’d come back to see you again. Maybe as a customer, but you wouldn’t charge him any caps for your services. He’d be your exception, something about a friends discount.

Maximus opened his eyes slowly when he felt a small hand massaging his back, turning his head to look towards your figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Mornin’, honey. You gotta get goin’, I got business to attend to.” You watched as he rolled onto his back and looked up at you fully. Max cracked a smile as he reached over to grab your face, pulling you down but leaning up to meet you halfway and capture your lips in a kiss.

“I’m going to come back for you, I promise.” He whispered against your lips, thinking back to your conversation the night before about working there until you found a companion to guide you across the vast wasteland. He’d find the knight’s armor and return to prove himself worthy of being a knight by rescuing the fair maiden.

“I’ll hold you to that, Maxie.” You pulled away from him and gestured to the clothes on the edge of the bed, “Get dressed, there’s a fire escape out my window. My boss will be so mad if she sees you leavin’ this late in the morning.” Maximus redressed himself pretty quick and peeled his head out the window to see the makeshift ladder hanging down the side of the building. He turned back to try and steal one more kiss, but you had already fled the room.

a/n: ok so I wrote this at work & when I got off work I was exhausted but I neeeeeded to finish it so this went way off the rails, wasn’t expecting myself to do all that, but hope you enjoyed!

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Bella swan x male reader part 2

I've Moved On Pt. 2 (Bella Swan x Male Reader)

Wow, I never thought this would become popular, but if people want a second part, who am I to say no? So thank you anon and others for the request :)

Link to the first part

Summary: Bella breaks things off with Edward, but it seems that the vampire can't accept her choice. Fearing for her safety, Bella is glad when m/n comes to her aid and handles Edward once and for all.

Bella never felt so sure in her life, but watching as Edward pleaded with her to give him another chance, after everything that happened, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Leave, Edward. We're done." Bella voiced once again before turning around and walking towards the front door.

"You're just confused, love." he pathetically whispered, that crooked smile Bella once fawned over now causing disgust to run down her spine. "I know I've made a mistake, but we're stronger than that; don't you love me?"

"No," Bella immediately replied, the answer which she couldn't accept months ago now spilled easily from her lips. "Looking back, I think even back then, before this whole thing happened, I never truly loved you. I mean…it was like a game to you: telling me we couldn't be friends yet finding any way to talk to me. Or intentionally keeping me away from my friends because you thought they either liked me or posed a danger. That isn't a relationship, Edward; that's manipulation."

Opening the door to signal the end of their conversation, Bella hesitated when the vampire didn't move, but inched closer to her, a dangerous aura emanating from him.

The air grew tense as Edward closed the distance between them, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desperation and something darker, more sinister. Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively took a step back, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly.

"Edward," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the vampire ignored her plea. Movements slow and deliberate, Bella flinched when his cold touch landed on her cheek. Eyes widening in fear, she tried to push his hand away and found that she couldn't.

Letting out a gasp when Edward moved her away from the door, locking it behind him, Bella's heart pounded with fear. She made a desperate dash up the stairs and into her room, hoping to find safety, but the vampire beat her to it. A hand gripped her wrist, and Bella let out a scream of pain as Edward's hold tightened excruciatingly. "I can't lose you, Bella. You're everything to me."

Closing her eyes, Bella was pressed into Edward's chest when his hold suddenly vanished. Confused and disoriented, she opened her eyes to find M/N standing between her and Edward, a fierce determination etched on his face. "You heard her. Bella doesn't want anything to do with you anymore."

Edward's eyes narrowed at M/N's words, his lips twisting into a snarl. "She's mine." he spat, his voice tinged with possessiveness yet M/N remained steadfast, his gaze meeting Edward's with unwavering resolve. "Not anymore."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, wolf." the vampire threatened, catching a whiff of the man's scent, and snarling at the (not so disgusting) wet dog smell.

M/N's expression remained stoic, his werewolf instincts on high alert. "I know more than you think, bloodsucker. Bella's safety is my priority, and you won't change that. So leave now before the whole pack descends on you." At those words, the vampire quickly abandoned the Swan house, leaving Bella and M/N alone.

Quickly turning to his imprint, M/N frowned at the bruise that now adorned his girlfriend's wrist. Concern etched across his features, he reached out gently, his touch light as he examined the mark left by Edward's grasp.

"Hey, none of that." Bella softly spoke, coming closer to her boyfriend. She offered him a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection.

M/N's heart softened at the sight of her, his protective instincts surging as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of remorse and determination. "If only I came sooner—"

Not liking the way M/N began to blame himself for what occurred, Bella reached up and gently cupped his face in her hands. "None of this is your fault. You came when I needed you most, and that's all that matters." With a tender smile, Bella leaned forward and pressed her lips against M/N's, the kiss soft and reassuring.

Even with Edward still out there, probably obsessed with getting her back, Bella couldn't help but relish in the moment. After all, she was with the one she loved. Her soulmate.

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