#stepdad!carlisle

[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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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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[pennyold]

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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[pennyold]

sweet | c.c

summary: you went on a short vacation for your birthday, two weeks during which you barely spoke to Carlisle on the phone or via text, but when you got home, you showed him how much you had been waiting for him to welcome you back as you deserved.

warnings: making out, fingering, praise, and suggestive language

w.c: 2,333

a/n: ALRIGHTTT, such a big comeback tbh, it's long as hell (good stuff), at the end of the fic will show my apologies for being inactive and stuff. Thank you for your support. I'll always be thankful. Also, I love seeing new people. I'm liking this whole series. Appreciated some comments. Love y'all, and new blurbs are coming soon!

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The plane was about to land, and you nervously squeezed the armrest of your seat. When the plane's wheels touched the ground, the first thing you thought of was the image of Carlisle waiting for you outside the airport. Your heart began to beat faster just thinking about it, and a small smile appeared on your soft lips.

As you got off the plane, you checked your phone to see if you had received any messages while you were on the plane, but there was no signal until a notification rang. It was a message from Carlisle.

“You landed? I'm outside the airport,” he texted calmly, his hand in his pocket, eager to see your response. You smiled and typed a reply: “Yes. I'm gonna pick up my suitcase and I'll be with you.” You sent the message and put your phone in the back pocket of your pants.

You started looking at the suitcases passing by on the conveyor belt, searching for yours, while you waited, your leg shaking with anticipation. Finally, your suitcase appeared. You grabbed it and pulled it toward the automatic doors at the airport exit. When they opened, you saw Carlisle standing outside his car, one hand in his front pocket, looking at his phone.

You approached with rhythmic steps, but he still didn't realize you were walking towards him until he felt your presence. He looked up and smiled. “Hey,” he said as you continued to approach, feeling your heart beating so hard it wanted to jump out of your throat. “Hey...” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear you. He frowned and tilted his head without taking his eyes off you. “Not gonna hug me or what...?” he said with a warm, flirtatious smile.

You dropped your suitcase and crashed your chest into his, inhaling the strong cologne he always wears, so intoxicating that it made you melt like chocolate in summer. He did the same, the scent of shampoo invading his nostrils, placing his hand on your hair, caressing you gently. “So you really missed me...?” he asked close to your ear, his breath briefly brushing against your ear. You nodded, moving your head to look at his face, your neck twisting to see him better. “I did,” he took a strand of hair and placed it behind your ear, his knuckles brushing your cheekbones. “I did too,” he confirmed.

You sighed and loosened your arms around him. “How was your day?” You tried to change the subject, feeling very exposed to others seeing your closeness and touching, even though the people around you had no idea he was your stepfather. “Let's get in the car and I'll tell you, yeah?” You nodded and followed Carlisle to the passenger door. You got in the car, and Carlisle closed the door, then put your suitcase in the trunk.

On the way home, he told you how the appointments at the office had gone. He hadn't been heavy-handed, but you still saw it that way. “It's been a tough two weeks for you, from what I hear,” he laughed and shook his head. “Nah, it wasn't that hard, princess. It's common for me to have these kinds of patients,” he shrugged. You smiled and locked eyes with him, studying him closely. Those two weeks away had seriously affected him. Carlisle noticed your gaze, but he couldn't turn around; he was focused on the road. “Mom is home?” You settled into your seat, and an intrusive thought invaded your mind. He nodded, giving you a quick glance. “She's waiting for you, but she's half asleep...” he said the last part in a soft but audible whisper.

You knew he thought the same thing when you asked about your mother at home. You both thought the same thing. You swallowed hard and nodded. Carlisle managed to notice your slight tan, how your arms, neck, and face were tinged with a reddish hue with slight orange tones. “I like your tan,” he complimented you, wondering where else your tan would show. “Thank you... It was hard not to become roasted bread,” you laughed when you saw Carlisle's smile.

“It will still look good on you,” he added. You blushed and looked out the window, avoiding further conversation, knowing it could lead to something more, just like Carlisle. He did it to see if there was still a spark.

When you got home, Carlisle took your suitcase down, you went inside and it was quiet. “Your mom is upstairs,” he indirectly asked you to go to her, while he left your luggage in your room. You knocked on the door and no one answered. You opened the door and found her sleepy, lying on the headboard of the bed. “Mom...” you whispered softly. You walked towards her and called her again, “Mom, I'm home.” When she heard your voice, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at you, and smiled.

“Sweetie, you're home,” she hugged you and rubbed your back. “Take a rest, I'm going to my room. I'll tell you everything tomorrow, alright?” Your mother nodded, settling down under the comforter. You closed her bedroom door and went into yours, sitting on the edge of the bed.

After putting away the clean clothes from your suitcase, you filled a basket with dirty laundry to take to the laundry room. You went down to the kitchen, and everything was still off. You entered the laundry room and down the hall, you saw a small glimpse of light through the small opening in Carlisle's office. You left the clothes in the washing machine and walked slowly toward the door. There was no one there. You turned off the light, and when you closed the door, Carlisle's harsh voice echoed in your ears, “Why did you turn it off?” You touched your chest, feeling your heart beating strongly.

You looked up and saw him looking tired, wearing his glasses. “I-I thought you left it on by accident, sorry,” you said, then tried to walk past him, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. You turned to look at him and his hand on your wrist. Your words stuck in your throat. He wanted to pull you close and devour you, but he restrained himself. He let go of your hand and rubbed his fingers, feeling you warmer than normal.

“I'm going to make tea. Want some?” you finally said, trying to break the tense moment. He nodded, “Just let me know, darling.” After his words, he went into the office, closing the door behind him.

As you walked to the kitchen, you couldn't leave your wrist alone. You could still feel his hand there. You put the pot of water on the stove and waited for it to boil.

You walked slowly back to Carlisle's office and knocked on the door. “Tea is ready,” you said against the door. Carlisle got up and opened the door, finding you standing there. You stepped back, and he stepped beside you, walking toward the kitchen. As you followed him, you noticed his broad back and how much taller he was than you. Carlisle took a cup that was sitting on the countertop of the island. “Thank you.”

You nodded and took your cup, bringing it to your lips and sipping a little, still without taking your eyes off Carlisle. “Very entertaining to watch me?” His words took you by surprise. You put the cup down on the counter and shook your head, saying nothing. “You like it, don't you?” You remained silent, not even sighing. “Answer me,” he demanded, his voice firmer. You swallowed hard, and Carlisle could tell, as your body tensed and your eyes avoided his, your fingers anxiously tapping the cup.

“It's been a long time since I saw you like this...” you whispered. “Like what?” He took a step toward you, watching you shrink back. “Face to face,” you blurted out, staring at his hand resting on the countertop. “Mmh, when?” His voice became hoarse and rough. Carlisle knew when the last time they had been this close was, a few months ago, when both went camping. He just wanted to hear it from you, longing to hear your soft voice against his ear. His desire to touch you was consuming him; your body attracted him, as did your warmth and soft scent. You drove him crazy.

“When we were away from home, we went camping,” you said, still not looking at him. “Mmh, I remember now...” His last word came out lazily from his mouth. He lifted your chin with his hand to raise your face so you would look him in the eyes. Your body trembled, your spine tingled, and your legs buckled. Carlisle noticed, smiled, and enjoyed seeing the effect he had on you in front of him. “What do you want?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for your answer to come out of your lips, which he wanted to devour.

You looked him in the eyes, begging him to let you go. You were both very exposed to your mother's gaze. “Carlisle... please,” you whispered. “Please what?” he said brusquely, squeezing your chin with his fingers. You whimpered and shuddered, your body craving his touch, but you were resisting. “Say it, I can feel your heat, princess...” he whispered against your neck, making your hair stand on end. His hand gently touched your belly, and slowly covered your center, with his whole hand he could feel it all. “You're hot in here...” he said against your ear. You sighed and closed your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Want me to touch you more?” His playful tone made you even hotter, your insides tightening, trying to relieve the urgency to be touched and pleased.

You nodded slowly, watching as he sat up and pressed himself against your body, holding your lower back and the nape of your neck, his lips gently touching yours, as if you were fragile. You gasped against his mouth, squeezing his shirt and pulling him toward you. “You needy, baby?” he whispered between kisses, smiling as he kissed you. You nodded, kissing him roughly, as if you hadn't eaten in days. The kisses became more desperate, urgent, needy, showing that you missed each other after days without contact; his body squeezing you, his arms wrapping around your ribs and back. You gasped against his mouth once more, allowing his tongue to touch yours, the taste so intoxicating that your legs weakened.

Carlisle picked you up and lifted you onto the counter, spreading your legs so he could position himself between them. “I missed your skin, lips... everything,” he whispered as he touched your hips, pausing at the elastic of your pajama pants. He pulled the elastic and slid it down from your thighs to your ankles. He took them and placed them on the floor, caressing your legs, slowly reaching your panties. “Should I leave 'em? Or take 'em with me?”

Your core tingled, you sighed, and gently bit your lower lip. “You can keep them...” you whispered, your heart wanting to leap out of your chest.

Slowly, Carlisle slid the thin fabric of your panties down your legs, then placed them in his pants pocket. He spread your legs wide, watching as your lips parted and clearly revealing how wet you already were. “Dripping already, princess?” His hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine. He gently placed two fingers on your folds, and you jolted when you felt his cold fingers rubbing against them. You gasped when you felt the tip of his finger trying to enter, teasing you, but he went back to rubbing his fingers against your clit.

Carlisle enjoyed watching you melt and feeling his fingers slide through your folds. You were so wet that he could easily enter you with two fingers. He rubbed your swollen clit in circles, listening to your moans and whimpers. “Shit...” you cursed under your breath, biting your lip and watching his fingers move. “Feels good, baby? Missed being touched like this?” he said as he grabbed your waist with one arm, pulling you closer to him. Slowly, he inserted two fingers into your center, feeling how tight it was, so tight that he could feel his fingers being crushed. “Fuck... you're damn tight.” He didn't remember you being so tight, but after these days, you hadn't even come close to having anything else with a guy during your trip, not even to please yourself.

“Kept this pussy just for me, didn't you?” You nodded, panting on his shoulder. He began to stimulate the movement of his fingers, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace, creating wet sounds as they moved. You felt him stretching your walls with each thrust of his fingers. He increased his speed, and you were already losing the strength to hold yourself up. Carlisle noticed and grabbed you tightly from behind, pressing your chest against his side, without stopping fucking you with his fingers.

“I'm close, don't stop,” you whispered in his neck, grabbing his other shoulder and stretching his shirt. Carlisle smiled when he saw you clutching his clothes and continued thrusting, feeling your walls tighten. You moaned, and your inner walls pushed Carlisle's fingers, contracting around them. “Yeah, so good, princess,” he whispered and planted a kiss on your cheek. His fingers, wet with your cum, were placed a few inches from your mouth, waiting for you to open it. “Open,” he demanded, and you obeyed.

You sucked Carlisle's fingers, maintaining eye contact with him, savoring your wetness, running your warm tongue over his fingers. He got even harder than he already was. He growled and removed his fingers from your mouth, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you desperately. “You drive me so fucking crazy, princess,” he whispered between kisses, running his fingers through your hair, pressing your face against his. “I'll show you how much I need this tight pussy.”

apology/disclaimer: I regret not having interacted with some of you. I know I have neglected this, but I just want to apologize for not doing what I want to do for all of you. If I could, I would create the fic/blurbs that you ask me for so much. But as a writer with about four years of experience, I still find it difficult to find inspiration. These past few weeks have been chaotic for me, and I don't want to overwhelm you or give you poor work. That's why it's taking me so long to upload this fic. Once again, I apologize for not being able to please everyone with their requests. I'll get to the pending ones soon. For now, I hope you enjoyed it. Stay healthy and have a good life, Penny.

[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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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]

Carlisle Cullen giving you your birthday present | flirty Carlisle, n jus a cute moment

a/n: its a birthday post !! , hope yall love this like i do, appreciate em sm, they are so cuteee.

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peace and love, penny ★

Today is your birthday, and you had planned a party with your close friends, which was scheduled to take place in a few hours. Earlier in the day, you hadn't seen Carlisle, not even in the morning. Your mother said he was still at the office, which wasn't true...

Carlisle cut his workday short to go to a well-known florist in town. He ordered a bouquet of lilies, knowing full well that they are your favorite flowers, apart from the fact that their scent is sweet and elegant, just like you.

On his way home, he couldn't stop thinking about how you would react when you saw him with the bouquet, how happy and content you would be after not seeing him since he left for work at the hospital. He opened the door to the house, and from the simple, heavy footsteps, you knew perfectly well that he was home.

You left your room and strolled down the stairs, hoping to see Carlisle. You heard a loud noise in the kitchen, and when you entered, he was there.

“My God...” you whispered in amazement. The bouquet is beautiful, just like you. Carlisle turned and smiled at you, approaching with the bouquet in his hands. “You like 'em, princess?” You nodded quickly, biting your lip with excitement.

Excitedly, you wrapped your arms around him in a warm and loving hug. “Oh...” he was surprised by your action, laughing as he moved the flowers away from his chest so you could hug him better and feel his warm body against yours. “Happy birthday, princess,” he whispered in your ear. After hearing his words, you kissed his cheek sweetly and whispered softly against his ear: “Thank you,” making him shiver

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[pennyold]

ik i have been inactive this days 😔💔 but ill recovered it, jus need to know which one do yall want me to post first. If yall have new ideas, u can freely leave it on my inbox or dm if ya want !

c:

bfs dad!eddie brock

uncle!joel

stepdad!carlisle (i jus have a sketch, not a fic yet, so will take a lil)

Voting ended onSep 4, 2025

won’t give any summary, i want to keep it till post it, so any suggestions are appreciated.

[pennyold]

ik i have been saying i would post a Phil fic but i had this one on my drafts like 2 months ago n i wanted to share it so for being inactive this days, it’s good as hell, go read ittt 🤭🤗

I had to bring back stepdad!carlisle bad, srry

new stepdad!carlisle fic

[pennyold]

Hiii :) could you write another smutty step dad carlisle cullen, I really enjoy reading them!!❤️

HEYYY i posted it!!

you can read it here !!

xoxo, penny