It's so insane to me that canonically Carlisle is 23!!! What in the fuck? The town of Forks really believed that at 20, Dr Carlisle Cullen adopted three 16-year-old kids? His kids are four years younger than him? Esme's 26! Esme's sibling said You know who's perfect to take care of my kids? My sister who was 8 when they were born! That means they've only been married five years MAX. Also, Carlisle's not even old enough to be out of medical school yet! Did everyone just accept the fact that their small town has their own Doogie Howser? City of Forks, WHY ARE YOU BELIEVING THIS? But no, no! The biggest issue is that they're recluses! That's the problem! THAT'S WHY THEY'RE WEIRD! Who's the Mayor of Forks? I just wanna talk!
Do you have any sexy headcanons for Carlisle/Carlisle X Esme/ Carlisle X Bella or anyone else in the Cullen world?
Ooooh this could be fun! Let me see..
Carlisle likes Esme's subtle dominance in their relationship. He can go wild internally when she gently pushes him against the wall, plays with his hair or even gives him a mischievous look across the room.
Based on their constantly need to touch one another in the films (if you've ever noticed), and even the way they exchange a look while playing chess in BD, they are wildly more playful and hot for each other than what you see on the surface.
Carlisle isn't restrained in the bedroom. When he and Esme have the house to themselves, they take advantage of utilizing every surface in the house to enjoy one another.
He doesn't curse, but he does know how to talk dirty in his wife's ear when she's nearing her climax. He loves when she pulls his hair in return in the heat of passion.
Esme likes to send Carlisle racy texts near the end of his work shift.
One for Bella.. she is secretly intrigued by Carlisle and Esme's relationship and can't help but zone in when they're getting it on, despite them attempting to stay quiet. She always jumps Edward's bones right after or during. The coiled up passion that they only unleash for each other turns her on.
Are these sexy enough? Sexier..? 😆 Idk where I stand on the scale.. LOL
I'm desperate for a very smutty story about Carlisle + Esme while Bella/Edward overhear them going at it and Bella becomes completely turned on by the thought of Carlisle losing his self-control. She goes to Edward to try to get some sexytime relief but imagines it's Carlisle the whole time. Edward realizes this and is weirded out jealous but is turned on by it all and eggs Bella on. Pure smut. Any interest in writing this? Not in RP or anything just a Fic.
Wow.. the wheels are turning after reading that this morning.. 😆 I'd love to give it a try.. I've never written Bella & Edward before in the smut sense but this sounds like a fun taboo angle to go on.. if you DM me I can tag you once it's finished but if you'd rather be anon that's fine too!
The Cullens go on a getaway to a lake house. While the men are out hunting, Alice prompts the women to exchange in some friendly girl talk that gets both silly and spicy. Jaws drop when the matriarch of their family shares, in poetic detail, how she and Dr. Cullen keep their passion alive after nearly a century of marriage.
The Cullens agreed that a getaway was imperative, and so Alice had led the online charge in finding an oversized lake house on AirB&B.
After some convincing to use his vacation time, Carlisle agreed and drove half of the family up to the giant, secluded estate, while Emmett took the other half.
The A-framed home, all timber and windows to give a view of the scenery, held that calming sense of relaxation they had all been craving.
It was the second night when the four men bid a temporary farewell to the women, leaving the four of them with an impromptu girls night at the oversized cabin.
Bella sat tucked into the corner of a sectional sofa, stealing glances out the window as the sun began to set.
Alice plopped down beside her with a smile. “He’ll be home soon,” she informed her with a smile.
Rosalie glanced up from filing her nails, almost rolling her eyes, but had made a quiet vow to be kinder to Bella.
“But since he isn't,” Alice went on. “I think we have the makings of a little girls night.”
Esme sat with a sketchbook in her hands, drawing out the lake and mountains beyond it. She looked up, a small smile on her face at Alice's words.
“No visions, no checking in on them,” Alice continued. “It's time to talk.. about them.”
Rosalie giggled to herself. “So no thinking about them, just talking about them? Got it.” She added.
“We can learn from each other, girls,” her pixie-haired sister went on. “We really need to open up the girl talk in this family.”
“Well, Emmett and I are rather straightforward,” Rosalie said, picking up on what Alice meant by talking about the men in their lives and learning from one another. A smug smile spread across her lips.
“We've heard the loud crashes, Rose,” Alice went on with a laugh. “Even from a mile away.”
“I've already warned him about keeping this cabin in one piece."
Bella finally managed a chuckle of her own and for the first time she wasn't focused on what was behind the window.
“I haven't heard so much as a headboard tap in Edward’s room,” Rosalie said, raising her eyebrows more playfully than challenging.
“Hey we.. we’re.. new.. to this. It's not fair.” She laughed lightly.
“Uninteresting,” Rosalie remarked. “Well, Alice what about Jasper? That southern gentleman stuff must end somewhere? At the entryway to the bedroom I presume.” She blew on her nails, glancing once back to Bella and then to Alice again.
“The charm is enhanced, and I must say him learning to play guitar has left him very talented with his fingers.”
If Bella could still blush, she would have but a full smile decorated her face.
“Now, Bella,” Alice pressed. “Edward, being so broody.. all of that poetic angst must translate somehow?”
“He is a mean piano player,” Rosalie added. “Just to add to the list of instruments to get your fingers warmed up.”
“Leave Bella alone,” Esme remarked with a little grin, carefully edging the tip of her pencil against the sketch pad. “Some things are meant to stay.. privately between two people.”
Alice eyed Esme now. “Speaking of privacy.. you and Carlisle are the grand mystery to me. Carlisle’s restraint.. eternal love. It burns with a love story for the ages.”
Rosalie set her nail polish down and turned her attention toward Esme, where sat by the fireplace.
She closed her sketchbook. “I would agree.” Esme gave a little smile.
“You two are so serene,” Rosalie added, though curiosity plagued at her features. “You're always in sync. You rarely argue. And you've been married for the better part of a century.”
“It is a historical relationship,” Alice went on. “Does Carlisle get all Victorian and proper about it?” She changed her voice to a British accent that sounded nothing like Carlisle. “My dearest Esme, may I request the honor of unbuttoning your blouse?”
The room erupted in giggles, even from Esme, who may have even laughed the loudest.
The matriarch shook her head, the firelight casting a blush on her cheeks. She looked toward the fire as if reliving a memory.
“Carlisle is.. deliberate.” She looked back to Alice and clarified. “In all things. His control isn't a barrier.. it's more of an instrument.”
“What do you mean by that?” Rosalie asked.
“It means..” she sighed contently. “He's had centuries to learn patience. To learn that the anticipation of something is not a form of denial. Carlisle can turn what could have been a fleeting moment into hours. A touch here, a whisper there.. until you are nothing but a livewire of sensation begging for a release he won't grant until he has successfully mapped out every shiver.”
The living room fell silent sans a pop from the fireplace. Bella appeared stunned, her previous embarrassment over the topic temporarily erased.
“Hours?” Rosalie finally asked. “Of.. building.”
“Please continue,” Alice urged, leaning her chin into her palm as she leaned onto the arm of the couch.
“What else can I say?” Esme asked with a fleeting smile. “I know you tease of his self-control, but Carlisle can keep himself.. and me.. on that knife’s edge until dawn breaks through the curtains.” She added, still grinning. “It is tastefully exhausting. There's no lack of passion between *Dr. Cullen* and myself. It is a distilled passion in its most potent form.” To get an additional rise out of the girls, Esme added, “Though he does have his rare moment that control does slip.”
She reopened her sketch book and Rosalie bellowed.
“Esme!”
Esme's eyes lifted just slightly as she began shading a tree in her drawing.
“That's a red hot pause in the storytelling,” Alice whined. “Bella wants to know the rest.”
“Wh- Alice,” Bella shook her head, exasperated once again.
“He has a rare moment when that control does slip..” Rosalie repeated Esme’s words and encouraged her to elaborate with the wave of her freshly manicured hand.
“When Carlisle’s control slips,” she continued, something playful and ancient in her eyes. “It is because he has chosen to let it. It is a storm he decides to unleash at the right moment.. and then, my dears, the gentle doctor you all know becomes a force of nature capable of pinning you to an expensive marble wall so forcefully it cracks beneath the force, all while whispering your name like a careful prayer.”
“Marble!” Rosalie said with enthusiasm.
“Cracked! Esme!”
Esme straightened out her sweater and readjusted the book in her lap. “Don't give your husbands any ideas. We have a very expensive house and I intend to keep it intact.”
“No promises,” Rosalie said. “Emmett will see that as a challenge.” She looked up toward the beams crossing the ceiling. “Marble,” she whispered, as if anticipating it herself.
“Like actual marble?” Bella finally squeaked out.
Alice turned with a smile. “See, Bella. You haven't glanced out the window once. Isn't girl talk fun?”
Bella smiled and looked down sheepishly.
“Ooo.. a vision.. nothing bad.” Alice focused for a moment. “They're close. Jasper can sense our emotions.” She laughed. “It'll be interesting, to say the least, when they get home.”
