#peter facinelli x reader

[pennyold]

camping weekend | c.c

summary: It was supposed to be a calm weekend between stepfather and stepdaughter, but it turned out differently when night fell.

warnings: p n v, dirty mind Carlisle, and suggestive language/content.

w.c: 1,815

a/n: alr, this idea came very quickly to my mind and I had to write it before it goes, so there you have it. Hope u like it if u are a huge fan of them, ty for supporting me and them, enjoy!!!

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peace and love, penny ★

It was a spring morning, winter had already ended, but cold fronts were still coming through, your mother and stepfather had organized a trip to the mountains. They considered setting up a tent and staying there for the night. The idea seemed strange to you; your mom didn't like those kinds of activities, and you sensed it as soon as she arrived in the kitchen.

She took a cup from the shelf and poured coffee into it. "Everything okay?" you said, chewing your breakfast, she sighed and shook her head as she approached you, "Carlisle wants to spend the weekend in the mountains, I think it's a stupid idea, I hate camping," she whispered through clenched teeth before taking another sip from her cup. "Well, just tell him, don't pretend you like it," you opined, and your mother scoffed, "I don't want to do it, I'm afraid he'll get mad at me... You know what," she said while biting her lip thoughtfully, "You go with him." Upon saying those words, the food you were chewing stopped.

"What?" you looked at her incredulously "Yes, go camping with him, I'll tell him I have an important work dinner, he'll understand" she said while smiling "Mom" you called her and she shook her head "It's settled, I'll tell him" you cursed under your breath as she left the kitchen. Now you were completely doomed. You wanted to leave behind what was happening between you and Carlisle, but there was always something that brought you back together, and that something was your mother. You hated that it was always her who made it possible for you to be alone with Carlisle; for Maggie, it was just a stepfather and his stepdaughter having time together, but for you... It was a tempting curse.

Maggie informed Carlisle that she wouldn't be present, and he didn't seem bothered at all. Instead, he remained calm. "Alright, no problem, darling," he said while picking up his carry-on bag and kissing his wife's forehead. "Take care," she said before stepping into the closet.

When he came down, you were already ready, sitting on the backrest of the living room chair, looking at the messages on your phone. "Ready?" Upon hearing Carlisle's voice, you looked up, meeting his gaze and nodding while picking up your bags. Both got into the car, and Carlisle started driving down the road. After half an hour of silence, he spoke, "Are you angry or something?" he said while looking at you. You shook your head without looking at him. "Not at all," you disguised the words you wanted to say; in reality, you held them back.

You kept thinking about how cruel Carlisle was to tease you the day you visited him in his office; he promised he would make it up to you, but he didn't. From that moment on, you remained neutral, no longer wanting to continue whatever it was you had, but the attraction was still present whenever you found yourselves in the same space.

Before reaching the destination, Carlisle stopped at a gas station, parking next to the store. "Wanna go?" you nodded while unbuckling your seatbelt. You took some snacks for Carlisle and for yourself. He paid for the food, you took the items from the counter, and carried them to the car. "We're almost there. What would you like for dinner?" He tried to maintain a stable conversation that you could keep up, but you weren't entirely convinced if it was the right thing to do, yet you didn't want to be disrespectful.

"What do you have in mind?" You showed a smile, and he seemed to agree, since he also smiled back. "I brought stuff to make roasted pork and ribs, something different from your mother's cooking, don't you think?" he said while raising an eyebrow, hoping you would agree. You laughed and nodded, "Yeah."

Both of you arrived at the place, and it was completely in the middle of the forest. There was no one around, you looked at your surroundings and worried, a bear could come to eat them, and no one would know. "Everything alright?" Carlisle said, noticing your expression. "Umm, yeah," you nodded. You tried to clear your mind a bit by setting up the tent, but you were getting a bit confused with the instructions. You asked Carlisle for help, and in less than fifteen minutes, the tent was ready. You put the blankets on the floor of the tent and arranged what was necessary while Carlisle finished cooking the food.

Before it got dark, you had dinner quietly, with Carlisle's music playing on a small speaker. "Did you like the food?" he asked, noticing how you were discreetly licking your fingers, but not discreet enough for him to not notice your actions. "Very tasty," you smiled, wiping the residue with a napkin. "I could tell by how you were..." he put his fingers to his lips, recalling how you licked your fingers. "Oh, sorry," you apologized, embarrassed, blushing. "It's fine," he said calmly as he got up from the chair.

He stepped back a bit to do his "business," but in reality, he was adjusting the small bulge that had formed under his pants. A simple action of yours without any profit had made him tense, hard as a rock, damn, he couldn't even hide it, it was growing more and more. He was thinking about how it would be if you did that with his cock, licking every bulging vein, the tip, and... He groaned after each inappropriate thought; he couldn't hold it back for long, but he also couldn't start stimulating his pain now.

After a while, he returned, and you noticed beads of sweat running down Carlisle's temple. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked, worried about his unusual state; it wasn't even hot enough to be sweating now. He nodded, "I need to lay down for a bit, will you stay here a little longer?" he asked, fixing his messy hair. You nodded after his question, and he crawled into the tent. You started to doubt if Carlisle was telling you the truth, and you found it strange. You threw water on the campfire he made and took the hanging lamp, walking towards the tent.

You slid the zipper of the door and entered, making the least noise upon noticing that Carlisle was already asleep, you closed the zipper and dimmed the lamp's light. You looked to see your carry-on bag and it was on the other side of the bed, you cursed under your breath and moved stealthily. You crossed Carlisle's legs and quickly grabbed the suitcase. You looked at him to check that he was still asleep, then changed your clothes, turned off the light, and walked towards the bed. Before passing Carlisle's body, you inspected him and noticed his cock was bigger than you remembered. 'Was he hard?' you wondered, but dismissed it, crossing him and lying down beside him.

Unable to sleep, you turned over, and your view was covered by Carlisle's broad back. You stared at every inch without blinking, and little by little, sleep was fading away. Unexpectedly, he turned over, and now you had his chest, torso, and face in front of you. You held your breath so he wouldn't wake up and retreated under the blanket, but he had already noticed. He half-opened his eyes to check that you were awake and said, "Can't sleep?" he asked sleepily. You were surprised and swallowed hard. "Mmh," you whispered. "Come here," he said.

You approached him slowly, maintaining a distance of just a few centimeters, but his arms drew you into his body, enveloping you with his large arms. You moved, adjusting to the position, and without noticing, your knee brushed against his cock, and he grunted, "Careful," he murmured in a deep voice. Your nerves tingled, and your pussy buzzed. You gasped, bumping your knee against his cock again, creating friction. He grunted, furrowing his brow, "Shit," his cock hurt, of course, he didn't want that friction, he wanted your hand around his cock.

He moved his left arm and removed your knee, taking your leg and crossing it over his waist, then pushing your lower back forward, making your covered pussy contrast with his large bulge. You moaned and bit your lip, agitated, slowly moving your hips back and forth, creating a throbbing sensation between your center and the tip of his cock colliding with your needy pussy.

In a swift movement, he pulled off your pajama pants and your panties, exposing your wet pussy. He lay back on the floor and placed you over his still-covered cock, you moaned and he lifted his hips, making you notice that he was rock hard, so much so that he could penetrate you with his clothes on. Without much effort, you lifted yourself a bit and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, freeing the glans. He grunted compressing his head against the pillow, you lifted your hips and guided the tip of his cock towards your entrance, ready to envelop it.

You lowered your hips little by little while moaning softly, completely surrounding his cock and lazily reclining on his chest, moving your hips, stimulating the friction inside you and his cock. Carlisle bent his legs, lifting his hips, held you with his hands, and pushed deeper inside you, pulling out constantly. The sensation was exploding in your head, the pleasure coursed through your entire body, and your clit became more sensitive.

"You like it, baby?" whispers through clenched teeth. You nod and kiss his lips. "Mmh," you moan as you lean against his chest. "Keep going," you said with labored breathing. His cock was sliding in and out of you, creating a delicious sensation in your inner walls. The movements were lazy and slow, their bodies took their time to enjoy slow sex, both sweaty and agitated, your folds sucking his thick cock, sending waves of pleasure to Carlisle. He gasped, grabbing your hips and quickening his movements. "I'm close," he whispered. You pressed your mouth to his and said, "Me too, cum inside, please" you whispered, and he gasped.

You lifted your chest off his and placed your hands on his chest, stimulating both of you, making it possible for both of you to come pleasurably. "Fuck" he whispered while moving his pelvis quickly, your pussy making wet sounds with Carlisle's cock constantly entering and exiting. "'m gonna cum, fuck," you cursed as you felt your internal walls tighten around his glans.

You gladly received Carlisle's cum, allowing him to fill you completely, sucking up every drop he expelled inside you. You gasped, agitated, overstimulating your pussy once more before pulling it out. "let me clean you up, don't move," he said, getting up. He cleaned your thighs, and then you snuggled into his arms, falling asleep.

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[happy74827]

Fate’s Design

[Carlisle Cullen x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Not even fate can stop forbidden love. {GIF Credits: Pinterest}

WC: 2051

Category: Angst (with a side of fluff)

Can you tell I rewatched Twilight? 👀 Edward? Jacob? Nah, I’m team Carlisle all the way.

In all seriousness, this took me so long to write out since I’m in that stage of life where there’s no free time 😭

But, regardless, here’s a fic that no one asked for (and hopefully won’t mind 👀). So, uh… enjoy :)

『••✎••』

Funny, how the world works, how fate works.

The day you had first laid eyes on him, you could tell immediately there was something different about him, something... strange. Stranger than strange.

A simple hospital visit, a clumsy fall down the stairs, and here you were, stuck in a place of healing with the smell of antiseptics and disinfectant all around you. For a simple wrist sprang, being around deathly ill people who had no sense of common courtesy was the last thing you wanted to experience.

Still, it couldn't be helped, and so you endured. Endured until that one fateful encounter.

When the nurses brought him into the room, you couldn't help but stare. A young, handsome man who looked barely a few years older than you, pale, cold skin that reminded you of the snowy tundras, and bright eyes you swore turned gold in the light.

Strange, yes. Very strange. But a very good kind of strange, the kind of strange that was captivating.

Carlisle Cullen.

You couldn't help but smile as you thought of the name, as the memories came back to you. The first meeting, the second, and then the third. You remembered all of them, every single one, and the way your heart fluttered like a caged bird each time, wanting to break free.

How long had it been since that first meeting? Five months? Six?

You couldn't be sure, but it was enough.

Enough for you to know that you loved him.

How funny, how ironic, how cruel fate was, giving you someone to love and then making it impossible to be with him.

You were just an average girl with average interests and average talents who had a boring, average job that didn't pay much and was living an average life.

But you were human; he was not.

You were a creature that could live, grow, age, and eventually die while he was frozen in time, a beautiful, timeless statue with an old soul that lived a hundred years in the span of one.

You knew this, he knew this, and that was what held you both back.

Even though you loved him, even though when he looked at you, his eyes burned with the same emotions you felt, the two of you were still unable to come together.

You would’ve given up had it not been for your own stubbornness, your own will to hold on, to see this through to the end.

He was worth it, and you knew it.

And so, you decided it didn’t matter if your time with him would be short because you would spend it happily, without regret.

After all, a few months spent with him was better than none at all.

You found yourself storming into the hospital, pure determination set on your face as you went up to the reception desk and demanded to know where Carlisle Cullen was.

The nurse gave you an odd look but didn’t question you further, and after giving her the information she needed, she directed you to his office.

You were assured he was filing papers, so you didn’t bother with knocking. Instead, you barged in with the burning desire to make your mark, to make your presence known, to show him, without any doubt, how you felt.

You didn't care if he was startled by your sudden entrance, and as you approached him, he stood up, surprise written on his face.

"I’m done, Carlisle," you said, your tone final, a declaration. "I’m so done."

He tilted his head in confusion.

Your hands came to a fist as you rested them against his desk, eyes narrowed and burning.

"I'm done holding back," you said, voice steady. "If you don’t kiss me right now, I'll never forgive you."

Your name came out as a soft sigh from his lips, and you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through you at the sound of it. The mellow, gentle tone that held your entire being was always catching you off guard, even after all this time.

It wasn’t fair; it really wasn't.

"Kiss me, goddamnit!" You yelled at him, the demand clear in your tone.

And, like always, he denied you. In fact, he practically told you to shut up in his own way by bringing attention that you were still… quite literally, in the hospital.

You didn’t care. It was obvious by the way you kept going at him, demanding he take action.

And then, a gush of wind.

Your eyes widened, and before you could utter a word, the door from behind slammed shut. Not enough to create a loud bang, but enough to get your attention, and when you looked over, his arm was extended out, hand resting on the door.

Just inches away from your head.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him.

He was towering over you completely, and the proximity made your breathing hitch. His gaze was intense and golden, and it burned right through you like it always did. But you weren’t scared, not even the slightest bit.

This was what you wanted, after all.

So you kept silent and waited for him to make the first move. Any move, really.

A few seconds passed, and then, ever so slowly, he lowered his head. But he didn't lean down far enough, no. Instead, his face inched closer and closer to yours until, finally, all you could see were his eyes.

And all you could think about was his lips.

"As much as I want to," he began, voice soft and smooth. "You and I both know it's not that easy."

"Yes, it is," you retorted, stubborn. "You're just making it hard."

"I'm being realistic."

"Realistic? Really?" Your face twisted into a scowl. "Says the man who's not even human."

"That's precisely why," he said. "You’re…"

His voice quivered, just slight enough to be noticeable. It made your heart ache, and you were ready to interrupt him, to say that it didn’t matter; nothing else did.

But you stopped yourself.

It was only right to hear what he had to say.

"You truly wish to want… this? To give up the happiness of your future, the family you deserve, to be drowned in sorrow, all for me?"

His words were sincere, his voice quiet, and the expression on his face was one you could barely comprehend.

"Drowned…? Drowned?!" You echoed his words; brows knitted in a deep frown. "Carlisle, I'm already drowning! Right now!"

You paused, trying to calm yourself, but you could feel tears prickling your eyes. This wasn’t how you had imagined it going.

"It hurts," you confessed, voice low. "It hurts me that you don’t understand, that you think so little of yourself."

Carlisle's breath caught, and his lips parted in surprise, but you weren’t finished yet.

"It hurts me that you think I could ever be happy without you," you continued, your voice rising a bit. “Carlisle, I have found happiness in you. I am happy with you. The day we met, I was a wreck; my wrist was a wreck… everything was a wreck. But then you came, and now, now I'm happy. You make me happy."

The look on his face was unreadable, but it didn’t deter you from speaking your mind.

"Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see that you’ll always be twice the man than any other human being out there?"

Silence.

He didn’t answer, and the longer the silence stretched, the more your heart hurt. Carlisle was a good man; he was. He was a good doctor, a good father, and, of course, a good-looking guy.

He deserved the world.

And if the world couldn't give it to him, you would.

"If you can't see it, then fine," you finally spoke, and it was almost a whisper. "Then I'll do it for you. I'll tell you every day. I'll keep telling you until it sticks."

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards into a shaky smile.

"Even if I have to keep yelling at you."

He exhaled, and suddenly, he looked much more relaxed, and you realized that you had gotten through to him.

It made the tears that were gathering in your eyes spill over.

"At least I know you wouldn’t toss me aside when my personality eventually overpowers my looks," you mumbled, laughing.

"Toss you aside?"

There was a sudden, sharp edge to his tone, and when his hand came to rest under your chin, gently, carefully, your eyes shot up, staring into his own.

You didn't realize it, but the way you looked at him, the expression on your face, it made him see something different, something he never expected.

A woman who loved him. Truly, sincerely, deeply, and completely.

He couldn’t believe it, and yet, you were right there, in front of him, your eyes shining and reflecting nothing but adoration and admiration.

Your eyes were shining, but not with sadness, no, not anymore.

It was a beautiful sight, one he would remember for all of eternity.

"I'd be a fool to do that," he whispered, his tone sincere, and when his other hand came up, his fingers brushing over your cheek, a featherlight touch, he could hear your breath catch.

"A complete and utter fool."

You watched the smile grow on his lips, and it was so beautiful, it was unreal.

But this, the feeling of his hand on your skin, the coldness contrasted by the warmth of your own body, the gentleness of his touch, it was surreal.

"Carlisle," you murmured, and he was still staring at you, but there was a new intensity in his gaze. "Let me give you the happiness you deserve. Let me."

You took a small step forward, and his hand was still resting under your chin. You didn't dare move or speak again, not until you could read his face, the expression on his features.

It was difficult, however, and just when you thought he wouldn't say anything, he spoke.

"I can't guarantee the future or the happiness," he admitted. "Not for myself, and not for you, but-"

"But?" You couldn’t help but smirk.

"I can try," he answered. "For your sake, I'll try."

You should’ve expected the response after that, the speed at which his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you forward, and his other hand, moving downwards to rest on the small of your back.

You should've, but you didn't.

All you could do was stare at him, your eyes widening, and just when you opened your mouth to speak, to say something, anything, his lips were on yours, and all the coherent thoughts left you.

You could hear the thumping of your heart, loud, thundering, and it drowned out all the other sounds around you.

He was gentle and careful, and the kiss was nothing more than a brief, feather-light press of his lips, but it was enough. It was enough to set your whole body on fire, to have you lean in, to have your hands come up, grasping onto his lab coat for dear life.

You could feel the coldness of his skin, but the taste of his lips was indescribable.

He tasted sweet, like vanilla, and the longer his lips were on yours, the more the flavor lingered until you couldn’t remember how your own lips had ever tasted.

When he finally pulled away, it was as if the world was spinning and all the strength left your body.

"We're not in the clear just yet," he murmured, his gaze still intense, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "There are many things we have to talk about and many things to work out, but-"

"Carlisle," you breathed out, your grip on his coat tightening. "Don’t talk. Just relish."

You leaned forward, and he did the same, his eyes fluttering shut, and as your lips connected with his, your mind was filled with a single thought.

This.

This was right.

It was perfect, and the world was a better place.

The funny thing about fate is that if two people are meant to be, no matter the time, the place, or the circumstances, they'll find each other.

The two of you were living proof.

[sams-butt-dem0n]

The Booth

A/N: From a request I received about a week ago. The song I used is "Glue Song" by Beabadoobee.

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• You had been at the recording studio all day, working on something Edward had drafted for you and wanted you to work on it for him. • As you jotted down the lyrics flooding your mind, you couldn't help but think about your beloved husband, Carlisle Cullen. • The two of you had met in 1917, you were a nurse at the hospital for American soldiers during the First World War and he was a surgeon. Unfortunately, during one of the mobile treatments you were doing, the Germans attacked the temporary hospital and it left you near death on the side of the road, surrounded by ash and rubble. • Carlisle found you within an hour, barely hanging on to life, and he didn't think twice about turning you due to the unmatchable amount of love he felt for you. • Since then, you have been attached by the hip, inseparable.

• After a few scratches and scribbles, you were pleased with the song you had so far. You decided you were going to play it through and make the necessary changes if there were any. • "I've never known someone like you," you sing. "Tangled and lovestruck by you, from the glue." • Carlisle decided he was going to pay you a surprise visit and give you the attention you had been so deprived of lately. He entered the building, the receptionist giving him the usual friendly nod and pointing him in the direction of the booth you were in today. • He could hear your voice echoing through his ears as he approached the door. Thinking it would be rude to interrupt, he stayed and listened for a while. • "I'm not lying when I say I've been stuck by the glue onto you," you continue, a smile spreading across Carlisle's face as he silently slips through the door without you noticing. "I've been stuck by glue. Right onto you. I've been stuck by glue." • He waits for you to strum out the last few chords before he speaks. "That was beautiful, my love" • You jump a little, causing him to chuckle. "Jesus, Carlisle. How you sneak around like that I have no idea." You stand up and wrap your arms around his neck, staring into his eyes lovingly. • "I can promise you that sneaking around is the last thing I would do," he grins, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

[oncasette]

bon temps, louisiana + carlisle cullen & reader crushing on him as an intern at forks hospital

he's so out of your league. like definitely, totally, one hundred percent, off the table, out of your league. but that doesn't mean you can't daydream just a little bit about him.

dr. cullen had been a physician at forks' hospital for a almost a year at this point. doctors, patients, nurses, all of the other interns. it was impossible not to know him. on top of being possibly the most beautiful person you'd ever seen, he was incredible at his job. far more incredible than he should've been, only looking to be a year shy of graduating med school, and forks probably being his first actual residential position.

everyone wanted to get some sort of a hand on him, and those who successfully manage it were lucky to do so.

you didn't catch him as he passed the nurse's station you were leaned over, chatting with one of the younger girls they'd hired in the last couple months, until he was already past you. he always moved so swiftly, ghostlike as glided from place to place, that you barely even heard him call your name as he went.

you scrambled to follow after him.

"yes, dr. cullen?" you ask as you shoot a weary look at your friend. she gives you an eager smile and a thumbs up that you scowl at in response.

he quickly stops in the middle of the hallway, leaving you to nearly topple into his side as he rummages through the files beside the door before handing over a clipboard with a patient's file stuffed into it.

"i'd like for you to check in on mr. reilly for me," he says. you think you'd do just about anything he asked if he posed his questions like that.

"yes, yes, absolutely," you stammer, opening the file to flip through mr. reilly's history.

"great," he says, his hand coming up to rest against your shoulder briefly. your skin grows hot beneath it, a heat that travels up your neck, despite the uncharacteristic chill the emanates from his palm. "i'll be around if you need me."

you think he winks at you before he's whisked away to handle other matters.

[pennyold]

visit | c.c

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

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

w.c: 1,384

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

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peace and love, penny ★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pennyold]

our little secret | c.c

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

warnings: stepdad!carlisle, corruption, slight manipulation, Carlisle has a size kink, dirty talk, stepcest, p in v, n cheating (don't).

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

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peace and love, penny ★

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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