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old!phil fucks you on his couch while your parents are out on his porch | suggestive content, phil pulls readers hair and use of word “slut”
a/n: sorry, my beloved fans of phil i took so long. I was spending some time with my man (who is the most and best perfect old man i ever had in my life), and yh, i lost complete focus here, and i feel so bad. But y'all know when i come back, the fic/blurb will be better! enjoy! And ty, anon, for reminding me to write about phil again!
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Phil had returned from Stu’s wedding. Three weeks without him had taken a toll on you; when he came back, he didn’t even let you know—not a single text or call to say he was home. It wasn’t until your parents told you that Phil had invited them over for a barbecue at his place that you found out, even though he hadn’t notified you beforehand. You were clearly angry at his audacity. Unbelievable, narcissistic.
You were definitely going to the barbecue at his house, fists clenched, ready to confront him and call him out on his lack of interest in you, but when he opened the door to welcome you and your parents, your fists tightened even more.
He returned more tanned, his hair slightly tousled, a genuine smile on his lips, and a scarf draped over his shoulder. You wanted to eat him alive; you narrowed your eyes at him as he politely greeted your mothers and invited them inside, letting them pass while leaving you standing right in front of him. Without looking at him, you walked past him, without saying a word, but you weren’t going to go as far as you thought.
He closed the door to his house and squeezed his hand around your wrist, stopping you. “Hold on,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “You ain’t going that easy, smart one.” He lifted the corners of his lips at the sight of you. “Fuck you,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes and pulling your arm to break his grip on your wrist. He tightened his grip and pulled you closer. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed your jaw and squeezed your cheeks. “Are you mad, brat?”
You frowned, opened your mouth to protest, but his lips were already crashing against yours in a hard, desperate kiss, full of euphoria and longing. It took you no more than a few seconds to grab the back of his neck and return the kiss. Your lips moved in sync, lazy and disheveled, your tongues mingling with one another, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You gasped into his mouth as you felt him push his tongue as far in as he could, disarming you in his arms. He grabbed your back and pressed your chest against his to hold you steady and keep the kiss going.
It took him no more than a few minutes to have you bent over the sofa in his living room, your chest and face pressed against the cushions, your ass raised, your shorts and underwear at your knees. You were completely wet, dripping from your folds, ready for him. Phil pulled out his glans with ease and thrust it in without stimulating your entrance. It was brutal and hard. “Look at you, a pretty little slut for me,” he growled as he watched your folds suck on his head. You stifled a loud moan into the couch cushion, holding back the gasps and obscene sounds escaping your mouth. Phil leaned in and covered your mouth, silencing you. He pressed his mouth against your ear and whispered, “You should be quiet, or I’ll show you how to stay shut.” He spat into your ear, and you nodded quickly at his words.
His pelvis moved roughly and slowly at the same time. He thrust into you in a painfully pleasurable way, the tip of his glans hitting right against your cervix, over and over with force. He grabbed your scalp in a fist and slammed your head into the cushions as he thrust in and out of you rapidly. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, and the muffled sounds from your throat were dampened by the leather upholstery of the chair.
You gripped the seam of the cushions tightly as you neared orgasm, his hard cock pounding forcefully inside you, making sure it went all the way in, that you felt just how hard he gets. You moved your hips in time with his pelvic thrusts, reaching your orgasm. When you came, his glans swelled and jets of semen sprayed all over your back, painting it white with every spurt that shot from his glans. Phil gasped as he stimulated his glans and let out every last drop.
After cleaning yourself up and ending up with numb knees and a sore neck, you went back to where your parents were, chatting with Doug and his wife Tracy, completely unaware of what Phil had just done to you. He returned to the gathering as if nothing had happened, chatting with your father, who was flipping the meat on the grill. So normal and oblivious to what had just happened—which turned you on and made your blood boil. That man is pure temptation.
Apologies for not coloring the text as I recently did. I'll keep it that way!
rubbing my hands together like a fly after learning abt that phil anon who asked for a serie rewrite. Feel like that one alex the lion sticker ready to pounce. I lovveee a loud mouth reader…and phil putting her in her place UGH GET IN MAH BELLAAYYY
DAMN LORD LADY! :o i totally agree, hehe, i love that idea, very good suggestion. im getting so excited!
could you do a phil wenneck smut? I'm sooo obsessed with him
hi sweetie! yes! god i love him too, he’s so dilf coded i want to make a lot of content bout himm
husband!joel taking care of his beautiful pregnant wife | suggestive content, established relationship, pregnant!reader
a/n: from the husband!joel Lore, here’s a little interlude where Joel and the reader return from their honeymoon, before Trevor was born—since the reader was pregnant with him at the time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
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The weeks began to feel like torture. It was your first pregnancy: you felt like tearing your skin off, yet at the same time, you had more carnal desire, as if this process were like ovulation, but happening every now and then.
You were five months pregnant; your belly was already big, which made it hard for you to move around easily. Your back hurt more, and the headaches kept coming back.
Joel spent most of his time away from home because of his job as the boss of his business. But he would come home some nights, and on weekends he took care of you all the time. During the week, your mother visited you often, either to bring you food or even to tidy up your house a bit.
That morning you woke up furious, with your hair standing on end and your skin throbbing with unbearable pain. Hunger was gnawing at your insides; your mother couldn’t visit today, and you had to figure out a way to manage on your own.
Joel wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so your anxiety grew even more. Without wasting much time, you made yourself a quick meal—something big and filling—just to stave off your hunger until Joel arrived.
The hours felt like an eternity; you felt as if your stomach might explode at any moment, and the migraine was growing, intensifying little by little. Regardless of what the clock said, it was already time for Joel to be home, but he still hadn’t shown up.
You grumbled and reached for your phone to call him, but the sound of the front door opening made it clear that he had already come home. You didn’t even bother going downstairs to greet him; Joel knows perfectly well that he has to come straight up to see you.
Joel left his things in the living room, kicked off his work boots, and left them by the door. With determination, he calmly climbed the stairs, heading toward the room he shared with you.
When he opened the bedroom door, he swallowed hard at the sight of you. Angry, brow furrowed, he knew what was coming.
“Hey, mama,” he said in a sweet voice, a smile on his lips. You clenched your jaw to keep from shouting or letting out the anger you’d been bottling up. “Hi,” you said slowly. Joel took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack near the bed, then sat down on the edge of the bed. “How’s my beautiful wife?” His sweet tone eased the tightness in your jaw. You relaxed your frown and looked at him. “It’s killing me,” you said, and he sighed and placed his hand on your belly. “Oh, so bad, baby?” he looked at you tenderly.
You hated it, but you loved the fact that he could make you forget your anger in the blink of an eye. “Yes,” you declared firmly. “Need something?” He pressed his lips against yours and looked at you with those brown eyes. “You,” you blurted out without further ado. Joel opened his eyes in surprise, his hand on your belly, caressing in circles. “In which way do you want me, mama?” He shifted in the spot where he was sitting; your words were already taking effect.
You tugged at his shirt and said reluctantly, “Stop asking and do something.” The tug on his shirt excited him even more, clearly affected by you. He placed his warm palm on the back of your neck and held you gently: “I’ll do whatever my beautiful wife asks of me.” After his words, he kissed your lips softly, tracing a path from your mouth down to your neck. He settled onto the mattress, positioning himself better to continue.
His hand on your belly never moved; he continued to caress it tenderly, but as the atmosphere grew hotter, his hand moved upward until it reached your breasts. You gasped as your fingers tangled with the strands of his soft hair, letting him know to continue.
Joel trailed his kisses down to your collarbone, his fingers playing with the elastic band of your loose-fitting blouse; he pulled the band covering your breasts down until they were exposed. He pulled his mouth away from your skin and gazed at your breasts with admiration. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered, licking his lips, before encircling a nipple with his mouth. You gasped and dug your fingers into his hair.
He licked the nipple carefully, his tongue drawing continuous circles, and when he sucked, he tasted something warm coming from your nipple in his mouth. You moaned and arched your back slightly; Joel had discovered something that could make you feel incredible. He pulled his mouth away from your nipple and looked at you. “You like that?” You nodded, breathing heavily. "I need something more.” Your desperate tone sent a shiver down his spine, ending directly at his bulge.
You took his hand and guided it to where your thighs meet, right in the center. He understood immediately and, without hesitation, positioned himself between your thighs. Without wasting any time, he pulled aside the fabric covering your center, seeing it all wet and swollen. Joel unzipped his pants, freeing his glans. He easily thrust inside, but not all the way. You were tighter than usual. You grabbed his arms and held him tight as he moved in and out slowly.
Joel was panting as he watched your belly look huge in comparison to his glans sliding in and out of you at a steady pace. The mere sight of having you in this position, in that state, and panting… it drove him wild. It didn’t take long for him to come at the same time as you; your swollen walls squeezed him tightly, trying to push him out, but he stayed inside, letting his cum stay deep inside you.
He gasped as he caught his ragged, heavy breath, your hands gripping his arms tightly, your inner walls still pulsing, your folds swelling even more. Joel thrust into you a couple of times and finally pulled out, leaving you, watching as a few small drops trickled out of your entrance—you were so tight inside that he couldn’t fit it all in. “You got tight,” he whispered as he smoothed his hair. You laughed and sighed, “I guess because a baby is growing inside me.”
Joel smiled and lay down beside you, adjusting his underwear to cover his glans. “And you’re doing it so perfectly,” he said, then planted a kiss on your forehead.
The role of husband didn’t do Joel justice; he’s the best, he knows how to do his duty, and soon he’ll be the best dad.
dream | s.d
summary: the storms of your past had returned after several years, overshadowing the faded memories, but you relived them in a dream from which you couldn’t wake up—you could only experience the feeling all over again.
content: mention of tormenting moments, trauma, suggestive language.
w.c: 558
a/n: sorry for disappearing here, ik it’s been months since I last posted here. I’ve been going through a hard time with my family, college, and work, and it doesn’t let me think straight, but now I feel better. Came with this idea, cuz i actually need Spencer Dutton to be w me sb.
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Everything seemed real: that room, the cold that surrounded you, the emptiness that made the space feel vast, and your chest tighten; the air was thick. You were gasping for air, struggling to breathe; all you could do was look around, searching for a way to escape from there, to escape from that torturous nightmare.
Heavy footsteps echo down the hallway; someone is approaching. Your skin stings, your nails dig into your legs as you hug them to your chest.
“Where are you, you piece of shit?” The voice… echoed in your head, over and over. Then, a loud slam of the door makes you jump. “I can smell you,” he says again; you could picture his malicious smile on his lips, making you want to vomit.
A dull click makes you turn your head toward the door of the empty room you’re in. A large shadow looms over the entire doorframe. “There you are,” his rough, hoarse voice, always so cold.
He approaches with slow, deliberate steps, making this nightmare even more painful. You back away, trying to escape or make it harder for him to catch you, but it’s in vain. You can’t move; you’re pinned to the floor and the wall behind you. His face is blurry, but you know who he is: the man who haunts you in your dreams.
Before he can reach you, your body wakes up. A deep breath of air makes you jump out of bed, eyes wide open, looking around to see if you’re in the same place as in your dream, but you’re not.
You’re enveloped in a cozy atmosphere, with warm blankets covering your lap and legs. And when you look to the side, there’s someone next to you. You startle, and you feel that flutter in your chest again.
Spencer wakes up; his eyes, still sleepy, try to focus on you, so he blinks several times until he sees what’s happening to you. You shift in bed, disoriented. “Hey, hey,” he calls to you, his warm voice melting in your ears. His fingers reach for yours. The warm sensation envelops your cold, trembling hand. “I’m here,” he says as he settles in under the blankets.
This time, you don’t pull away; you simply let him draw close to you, feeling him clearly, the memories refreshing your mind. It’s your husband, not a stranger.
And when his arms wrap around you, you break down. Your eyes fill with tears, your breath catches, your whole body trembles. “Honey, I’m here,” he whispers against your hair, stroking it, warming you. Now your mind comes back to life; you’re safe; the nightmare isn’t real. Still, it haunts you. Only when you forget it will he remind you; it will remain in your past, forever.
Spencer keeps holding you, his warm, steady breath on your hair, and when he notices you’ve calmed down, he breaks the embrace, but doesn’t step away. His large hands gently caress your face, stroking your cheeks tenderly. “Another nightmare?” he asks you sweetly. You nod, a lump in your throat, unable to speak.
“It’s not real, okay? You’re safe here; no one can hurt you anymore,” he says in a voice that calms your ragged breathing and that burning sensation in your throat.
He makes those overwhelming memories fade into the distance. Spencer is your present.
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Hiii :) could you write another smutty step dad carlisle cullen, I really enjoy reading them!!❤️
HEYYY i posted it!!
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Can we get some more stepdad carlisle smut 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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then take it, sweet girl | c.c
summary: he wanted to show you how to defend yourself in case you needed to use it, but his mind couldn’t concentrate at all. Brave and firm, you shot right to his heart.
warnings: use of f!rearms (don’t), dirty mind!carlisle, stepdad!carlisle, suggestive content/language.
w.c: 1,016
a/n: alr, quick disclaimer!! Everything I wrote bout using the f!irearm it's cuz I have practiced it in a correct place with supervision. Don’t try it by yourself if u don’t know how to use it. Be safe, and if u need to defend urself, a f!irearm is not always a solution; get help from people u trust. Now, this might be a weird concept for some of u, I plead for respect for others preferences. If you don’t like this type of reading, keep going. Hope u enjoys!
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Carlisle looks at you with determination before taking the rifle out of its case. He picks up the huge, heavy weapon, takes it in his arms, opens the bullet compartment, and checks that it is not loaded. He closes the compartment with force and approaches you.
With firm steps, he stands next to you. You feel his warmth and turn to look at him. "Oh, it's… huge.“ You look at the length of the weapon and wonder if it's too long, but subtly delicate. ”If you think you can't handle it…“ He looks into your eyes. ”Then I can give you another one.“ You shake your head and swallow hard. ”This one is fine, sure I can handle it," you assure him firmly, earning a discreet but noticeable laugh from him out of the corner of your eye.
“You're going to grab it like me,” he said precisely, showing you the proper grip. You nodded as you watched his hands embrace the metal of the muzzle and the hard material of the rest of the weapon, running along his arms, which supported the weapon. “Then take it, sweet girl, it's not loaded,” he said, giving you the confidence to feel and touch it first. You took the weapon, and its weight made you generate more resistance to hold it firmly. You rested it on your right arm, and with your left hand, you took the length of the muzzle, holding it.
Carlisle admired you as you adjusted it to your arms and positioned it like he did. He couldn't help but smile. Then he stood behind you, his chest bumping against yours, leaned his head toward your right ear, and whispered, “That's it, baby, get used to it,” his voice melting in your ears like honey. His hot breath made you shiver. “It's heavy,” you whispered, feeling your arms begin to burn from holding it. “It is, baby, all of them are.” After his words, he moved a strand of hair that was obstructing his view of your neck, placed it on your left shoulder, and watched as your skin bristled. "Don't be nervous, you're just trying it out,“ he whispered, and you swallowed hard. ”I'm not,“ you said, moistening your lips, which were starting to dry out. ”Then why do you have goosebumps?" His tone changed to a mocking one, without losing its playful tone. He pressed himself closer to your back, and you felt his body as if there were no clothes on either of you.
Slowly and gently, he placed his hand on your hip. “Place your finger on the trigger,” he said, taking your index finger with his fingers and placing it on the trigger. "If loaded, it will fire; if not, it makes a slight clicking sound, which means it's not loaded or it may have the safety on.“ You nodded. ”Pull it,“ he demanded, daring you to lose your fear of pulling it. ”I…“ You let the words float away, without finishing the sentence. With two fingers, he placed it on your index finger on the trigger. ”Pull it," he repeated.
You swallowed hard and pulled the trigger, making a clicking sound. “See?” he whispered in your ear. “Easy, baby.” Then he planted a firm kiss on your neck. “You want it loaded?” he asked as he took the gun from your hands. You shook your head quickly and smoothed your hair. He smiled. “It's pending for next time, alright?” he declared, watching as you avoided his gaze. You were blushing, and the heat was overwhelming you. “What? You scared?” you denied, still not looking at him.
Carlisle frowned and took a step toward you, lifting your face with a firm grip on your jaw. “Then look at me when I talk to you.” Your lips parted, showing him how red and hot you were, just by having him this close and in a very intimate moment. “You hot…” he said as he felt your face burn under his hand and fingers. He pressed his lips to yours when he saw them parted, letting out your ragged breath. With his other hand, he grabbed the gun tightly, letting it rest on the floor, and his hand was still holding it upright. He wanted to drop the gun, but he knew how dangerous that would be, so he stepped away, put the gun back in its case, and returned to you. “Want to go home now?” You shook your head and took a step forward. “Not yet…” You whispered.
Your words gave him the signal to take the next step. He took your face again and crashed his lips against yours in a firm kiss, but it became increasingly hungry and noisy, as he devoured you and gasps mingled together. “Carlisle…” you whispered, taking him by the shoulders, showing your urgency. “What, baby?” he licked his lips, tasting you, watching how agitated you were. You couldn't form the words, so you grabbed his jaw to pull him toward you and kiss him again, allowing him to kiss you wildly. You gasped and hugged him around the neck so as not to break the kiss, only adding more desire and need. “Damn, baby… you're gonna fucking kill me,” he breathed and kissed you again. “You'd better stop here, or I'll end up fucking you here before you know it.” You smiled during the kiss, and you bit your lip. “Why not here?” you whispered as you looked at him mischievously.
He shook his head and smirked cockily, “You fucking tease…” He took you by surprise, grabbing your thighs and lifting you, making you wrap your legs around his hips. “Then I'm gonna fuck you here if you want that, hm?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. You nodded and squeezed your legs around his hips. “I want that.”
There was no way to describe how Carlisle devoured you, like a hungry animal, showing that he was always dying for you, day and night, at all hours, anywhere. He was dying for you because you shot him right in the heart.
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CAN WE TALK BOUT HOW GOOD LOOKING THIS MAN IS?!!! i see a good fic bout him w reader w age gap and that stuff. So, should we start this year w this man?
also what the hell w housemaid… i’m pregnant
Question for which twilight characters do you write?
hi cutie! i do carlisle often and i have think on making for charlie swan but his fic still a draft 🤗
you can check my tags and there’s the one for carlisle
YOOOOO CAN WE GET SOME MORE LIKE STEP DAD CARLISLE SMUT PLEASE!!!!
WSSGGG!!! girl i’m in finals rn so im having a hard week, so as i’ve said before, i don’t want to give yall a poor work cuz my lost of imagination or inspiration, so hope you can understand it.
And i already started, so maybe it’ll be on Saturday!!
protect | c.c
summary: your peers have never liked you; they enjoy teasing you and making you feel miserable or inferior, but that did not stop Carlisle from protecting you from it.
warnings: mention of bullying, harassment, intentional life risk, reader kinda caught feelings for Carlisle, n suggestive content.
w.c: 960
a/n: although I don't delve into the topic of bullying, it is mentioned. I don't normalize it, nor am I in favor of it. If you feel the same way or feel that your life is at risk because of others, ask for help. Don't stay quiet. This is pure fiction; nothing is real. Thanks, anon, for the request.
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You grew up in Forks, alone with your father, who was never home except at night after his shift at work. You never told him what was happening at school; you only said what was convenient, but never what really happened to you every day at school.
During class, your classmates would throw crude comments and insults at you, which you ignored as usual. They even approached you, invading your personal space. “What a cute chick, bet she tastes good,” a boy whispered behind your back, breathing down your neck. You moved away and made a face of disgust. “What is wrong with you?” you exclaimed with disgust, looking at him with contempt.
The boy just smiled and laughed. “Don't get too excited, nobody really wants you,” his eyes pierced your body in a repulsive way.
Unfortunately, this happened to you every day, and they enjoyed how upset you got or how you showed slight interest in the words they said to you.
While you ate during the break, you noticed the judgmental looks, the whispers, and the taunts. In desperation, you gathered up your food and left, abandoning your tray on the cafeteria counter. You walked to the entrance of the institution and noticed someone cutting you off. You knew someone was following you. “Hey, redhead,” whispered a girl behind you. You ignored her and kept walking. “yo deaf, I'm talking to you,” she said again. You ignored her again.
The girl laughed and pulled your hair. You remained standing, turned to look at her, and frowned. “What?” you said tangentially. “Where you goin', huh?” her voice resonated arrogantly. “None of your business,” you turned forward, walking toward the sidewalk, waiting for the opportunity to cross the street.
A public bus was approaching a short distance away, moving slowly, but you still waited for it to pass. “You shouldn't be talking like that to me, bitch,” the girl spat, a few inches from you. You looked at the avenue, and the bus was now closer. “Someone has to take off that bitchy attitude,” she said, and then she pushed you, causing you to stumble on the sidewalk, your hip hitting the pavement. You looked at the avenue, and the bus was a few meters away, but you were pulled away before you were crushed.
With a cold stare, you froze, watching the bus go by. “You okay?” the man holding you spoke. You couldn't form a word, just breathing heavily. “Come on.” The man took you back to school, leading you through the hallways to the medical clinic on the side of the building.
He sat you down on the stretcher, and you finally saw who was in front of you. Dr. Carlisle, the school doctor. “Alright, something you feel very painful?” He looked into your eyes, scanning for any alarming signs. You shook your head, looking at his shoulders, feeling humiliated. “Look at me,” he said calmly.
You looked up, and he gently took your chin. “Where did you hit yourself?” You swallowed hard. “My hip,” you sighed. He nodded, removing his fingers from your chin. Still scanning you, he checked to see if you had hurt your hands or elbows, since you had cushioned the fall with them. He noticed a slight scrape on your forearm that was starting to turn red, the skin peeling off. “Seems bad, darling,” his concerned voice calmed you. “Why did that girl do that?” He frowned, investigating the reason for the other girl's actions. He noticed your legs shaking, as well as your hands. You were in shock from what had happened.
You denied it. “Is she bothering you?” he asked again. Carlisle was worried about you. “Talk, please,” he insisted. “Yes.” Carlisle tilted his head, scanning your face, looking for any sign other than your downcast gaze. “Is anyone doing this stuff to you?” Carlisle began to formulate the damage or whatever they were doing to you, and it overwhelmed him. You looked at your hands, which had turned red from the fall. You nodded, your breathless breathing and your heart in your mouth preventing you from speaking much. You were still processing the risk, your life was now in.
He gently caressed your shoulders, feeling your warm body compared to his own body temperature. “You're going to be alright. I'll tell the director what happened.” You looked up and softened your expression. “Please don't.” Looking into your eyes, he felt a twinge in his chest. He refused to listen to your pleas. “I should. This is not good. You were almost run over by a bus.” You tried to convince him with your gaze, asking him to be compassionate and not say anything about what had happened, although it did not change the fact that some people around the scene had probably seen what had happened.
A certain part of your body longed for his touch, which had been on your shoulders minutes before, making you tingle. “Don't give me that look. You ain't changing my mind,” he said without further ado, turning away toward his office.
He gave you some pills for your hip pain and others for dizziness or nausea over the next few days. “There you go, take one every nine hours, don't forget it, alright?” He raised his eyebrows, making sure you agreed and would pay attention. He gently took your chin, his fingers barely pressing lightly to lift your face. “Stay safe, and if someone bothers you again, don't stay shut.” You nodded at his suggestion. His touch sent electric waves down your spine; his fingers were cold like the weather outside. Still, it didn't take away from the fact that he was affecting you, and you were having an effect on him.
Carlisle Cullen can’t hold him back and bites you | suggestive language, mention of blood/bites, reader has a fetish to be bitten
a/n: request form an anon and another anon who wanted some carlisle smut hehe, hope you love it as much as i did writing it; enjoy!!
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If you could define Carlisle's state of mind, it would be: hunger. He was hungry, and having you in front of him didn't help much.
The warmth emanating from your body made him harder and more dominant, but he knew that if he abused his strength, he would break you. You were like a porcelain doll that he adored. His arms covered you completely, your breasts touching his cold chest, making your nipples harden and causing you to squirm in his grip.
His desire to devour you was far from nil, his nose tracing your collarbone and his tongue tracing the bone that lay there. His growls echoed in your ears. You wrapped your legs around him, encircling his pelvis and lower back, pulling him closer to you as he slowly pounded into you.
You moaned as you felt his tongue on your neck, his lips planting kisses as he moved. “you smell so good, sweetheart, can't get enough of you,” he whispered, thrusting hard, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot. You moaned and dug your nails into his broad, cold back, making him growl.
More than ecstatic, he couldn't contain himself and moistened the side of your neck, as if preparing the spot, his sharp teeth grazing the wet area. You squeezed them internally, pushing him to his limit. He sank his fangs into your neck. You moaned with pain and pleasure, grabbing him by the back of his neck, letting him drink your blood.
He sucked desperately and allowed his venom to permeate your bloodstream, spreading through your circulation. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the itchiness in your body. You knew what he was doing, and you didn't want to stop him.
You squeezed him internally; you were so close to cumming. The venom ran through your blood quickly and painfully. You dug your nails into his back, scratching him in the process. “stay still, baby,” he whispered as he licked the blood that began to flow from the holes where he had sunk his fangs.
His cock twisted inside you, his cum filling you, making sure not a drop leaked out of you. Your core contracted, squeezing him in the process, sucking every drop out of him.
“you're mine now,” he said in a raspy voice, licking the wound from his bite.
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Heyyyy💖!! could you please write a fic/imagine where the reader attends Forks High School and is bullied by other students — she’s not very popular. Then, during lunch in the cafeteria, the handsome school doctor Cullen throws glances at her from across the room, which makes her nervous because she feels drawn to him. Later, in the hallway, she’s harassed again by a few classmates, and Dr. Cullen steps in to protect her. The next day, on the school grounds, a bus comes speeding toward her, and Carlisle stops it with his hand. Afterward, he examines her in his "medical room," and the two hit it off. But he doesn’t tell her he’s a vampire.
With sexual tension pls and make it romantic/fluffy💖💖
omg… girl this is so good hell yh, i’ll put it on my pending list to write, stay tuned!!! this one gonna be a fic 100% confirmed
Hi, could you please write a Carlisle cullen x reader fic where Carlisle transforms y/n into a vampire during they're having sex? He bites her in her neck and its such a pleasure for her bc of the sex too *_*
Plsssss 🙏🏻
omggg yessss, give me time to write ittt (im in exams rn :c), stay tuned, this request might be a blurb, still i’ll give you what ya want 😘
stranger | r.c
summary: you agreed to play one of the dirty little games your boyfriend loved, but you stumbled upon something you didn't expect.
warnings: established relationship!, consent between both parties (roleplay), "the man" is rafe, abuse of strength, rough sex, kidnapping fetish, suggestive language
w.c: 1.7k
a/n: alr, quick disclaimer, everything is conscious! reader loves pleasing rafe and rafe loves toying w reader, so there's not non-con. If you don't like this type of reading or roleplay, don't share bad comments; keep it. Jus rafe scaring reader a little. Happy Halloween!!!
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peace and love, penny ★
A loud clap of thunder made your hair stand on end; it sounded as if it had struck just a few miles from your house. The night was heavy, rain had taken over the streets and flooded them, as did the surrounding thunder that echoed as the rain pounded hard on the windows.
You continued typing on your computer, distracting yourself from the fact that your hair was still standing on end, but loud banging on the front door made you stop. It echoed through your room, so loud that your heart began to race.
You left your room, determined to find out what was causing the loud banging. You turned on the outside light, illuminating the entrance, and looked through the small peephole that allowed you to see the other side of the door, but there was nothing there.
You sighed and returned to the stairs, but the loud banging returned, even louder. You frowned in distress, returned to the door, and looked through the peephole, but this time, there was something there. You quickly backed away when you saw the silhouette of a tall, burly man standing outside. Your pulse quickened even more.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you looked through the peephole again, but the man was no longer there; he had disappeared. Your feet went numb after standing on the cold floor for a while, so you returned to the stairs, this time without hearing the knocking on the door.
When you entered your room, the light was off, and only the dim moonlight illuminated a corner of your room. You looked around the room with determination, searching for something that might give you the answer as to why the light was off, since you hadn't turned anything off. But there was nothing that could satisfy your curiosity.
Downstairs, everything had been off from the beginning, but it seems like there is something else in the house; the television suddenly turns on. You turn on the lights in your room and go down to the living room, where the TV is. You quickly grab the remote control and turn it off. You leave the remote on the coffee table and go back upstairs, but you stop dead in your tracks.
You feel as if something is piercing your body, as if a thousand needles are piercing your neck. You tilt your head, instinctively looking down the hallway leading to the kitchen, and with your heart in your mouth, all the blood drains from your face, leaving you cold.
The man who was at the door is now standing in that dark hallway, immersed in a silence that is only broken by the sound of rain hitting the house.
You realize that you are the target of a predator, alone in the dark, with no one to save you… You grab the stair railing and quickly climb the steps. The man is quick and follows you cautiously, watching you flee.
When you finally reach the top floor, you run to your room, pushing the door toward the frame so you can close it, but something seems to prevent you from doing so. The man resisted your door, preventing you from closing it, and pushed it sharply toward you, knocking you to the floor with his strength.
The palms of your hands hit the cold floor with a thud, causing you pain. You moved around on the floor, sore from the sudden fall. You looked at the man and swallowed hard when you saw how big and burly he was, so immensely larger than you, lying curled up on the floor.
“You're not going that far, are you?” the man asked. His voice was rough and hoarse, making you tremble from head to toe. You began to back away across the floor, while the man stepped on your heels, closing in on you. Until you couldn't back away any further, your back hit the hard, cold wall. The man kneels down, his body inches away from yours, and removes his hood, revealing his face.
Your body reacts differently, your thighs tense, and your pussy feels empty. “Sweet little thing…” He licks his lower lip, watching you cautiously as your thighs close, creating pressure in your belly and pelvis.
He moves closer, his strong scent of cologne and cigarettes invading your nostrils, making you tremble. Your hands clench into fists, holding back the urge to put them on him. You control yourself and sigh. “Are you scared, baby?” You shake your head as you watch him clench his hands, his knuckles white from the pressure.
“Then why are you trembling? scared like a little bunny?” You gasp, pressing your lips into a thin line. The man knows you're afraid; he can tell, he can smell it.
Slowly, he runs his rough fingers through your hair, smoothing out the tangled strands that have stuck to the wall. Your breath catches, your heart pounds, you feel the pulse in your throat. You lock your gaze with his, begging him to be careful, squirming in your spot.
Trying to escape his gaze, you searched for your phone, but it wasn't near you. He noticed you were looking for something. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked, looking you in the eyes, waiting for your answer. You didn't say anything; you were too nervous to speak. “You're not going to talk, huh?” he rasped, a small gasp in his throat.
Inside, your own body felt different, responding as if against your will, with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and then an electric wave ran through your narrow core. He stared right where your tight shorts hugged your covered pussy, watching as the divide between them pressed against your folds. With a gentle touch, he placed his hand between your knees, slowly and carefully spreading them apart. “Look, you're not really scared.”
You let him open them completely, allowing him to see your covered center better, and you felt how you were already radiating heat from down there. He tried to touch it, but he wanted to tease you a little. “You don't want me to go there, do you?” he smiled smugly, watching you swallow hard, sweat dripping down your neck. “Talk,” he demanded, as his fingers barely grazed your center, teasing you.
A moan caught in your throat, but he heard it perfectly. “Come on, use your good girl words,” he snapped, and with that, he pressed two fingers against your covered folds. You squirmed, opening your legs wider. “Oh… Christ,” you whispered, letting your hot breath slip out through your mouth.
He smiled, enjoying how you were already melting, opening up for him. A tingling sensation ran down your spine to your core, making you tremble. His fingers brushed your center, pressing right where your entrance was, pushing a finger over it. He groaned through clenched teeth, his chest rising and falling. “Would you take them off f'me?” he whispered, his hot voice right in front of you. His body was burning; the mere sight of you melting made him hard.
With trembling fingers, you nodded as you touched the hem of your tight shorts. He watched as you obeyed and did as he asked. He stared at you as you slowly removed your shorts, leaving you in just your underwear. “Good,” he whispered, noticing how your panties had a wet spot right where they covered your folds.
He smiled cockily, knowing you were already wet. You blushed, your cheeks burning, knowing full well that he had noticed how wet you were.
It didn't take long for you to let him take care of you, gently rubbing the tip of his cock over your covered pussy. Pushing his length toward your entrance, your panties were just a barrier to him penetrating you completely. Moans escaped your mouth, breathless, as you dug your nails into his shoulders. “Like this?” he whispered in your ear and then brutally pushed his member deeper inside you, your panties now inside you. “Or like this…?”
A dry gasp escaped your throat, your hot breath brushing against his neck. “Fuck…” you whispered, a moan echoing in his ear. “Stay still, baby,” he began to thrust inside you, arching your back as he quickened his movements.
With desperation, he grunted through clenched teeth, yanking your panties off, tearing the thin fabric, grabbing you roughly by the waist, and forcing you to rest your back on the floor. You gasped as your back hit the hard floor, and he forcefully penetrated you completely, pushing his glans deep into your center, his thrusts grotesque and ruthless.
He growled when he saw you whimpering, your hand cupped over your open mouth, suppressing the obscene sounds. “Take your hand off your mouth, wanna hear your screams,” his raspy voice made you squeeze it tighter. You removed your hand and released your hot breath, as the high-pitched, scandalous sounds came out of your mouth.
The tip of his cock was hitting your sensitive spot hard, while he stretched you, his movements fast and constant at a pace that was bringing you to the brink of collapse. Your body felt ecstatic, your nipples erect from the cold, and with each thrust, your hair stood on end, arching your back.
You placed your hands on the man's wrists, squeezing them tightly, letting him know that he was abusing his strength against your weak body. “Can't handle it?” he teased as he thrust slowly into you. You shook your head as you bit your lower lip. “I-it's too much…” you whispered. He smiled devilishly, “And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet…” his thick voice brushed against your neck, making the hairs on that area stand on end.
He wasn't wrong. His cock buried itself deep inside you, his cum dripping inside you, as he took your legs and lifted them up, making sure every drop of his cum didn't spill out of your pussy. He enjoyed watching you whimper, moan, and scream from the painful pleasure he was inflicting on your sore pussy. “Until I have nothing left, sweetheart,” he whispered, letting you know the night was going to be very long...
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