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what-a-strange-creature--moved · 3 months

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Look, Don't Touch

Bella x Edward | post-Breaking Dawn Word Count: 713 | Rating: E/18+ Content Warning: Sexually explicit content, masturbation, voyeurism kink Summary: 'A game, she says. It's not a game to me.' Edward has to keep his hands to himself as Bella finds her pleasure. A/N: As someone who has never written smut before, I'm terrified! Written for my February writing challenge previous | next Read on AO3

I had once believed that my torture would end when Bella was turned. Though the image of her with glittering skin and blood red eyes had been intolerable for the longest time, I’d slowly grown accustomed to the things I could gain in the loss of her humanity. Chief among those was the end to my desperate, shameful thirst for her blood. Surely the absence of that dark craving would eliminate my torment forever.

So I’d thought.

My Bella will always find a way to drive me crazy with desire.

Tonight, she has me ensnared so tightly I can hardly breathe and it’s only by the sight of her. A lustful vision nestled in the pillows of our bed, in our house, in a corner of the world where no one can touch us.

And yet…

“Let me touch you,” I say, my voice ragged, low.

Bella, my Bella, opens her eyes, but only barely.

“That’s not the game,” she whispers, then closes her eyes again, sinking back into an ecstasy so lovely, I can nearly taste it.

A game, she says. It’s not a game to me.

I ball my hands into tight fists and I leave them lay in my lap. From my perch at the end of our bed, I am held in thrall by my wife, my forever love, as she touches herself.

My eyes rove, so captivated am I by her naked body: the way her breasts jiggle as she breathes jerkily; the dip between her collarbones that begs to be kissed; her hands, ever-moving, one caressing the side of her neck while the other works two slender fingers inside of herself. I can’t look for long at those fingers, at the wetness that coats them as she pulls slowly out of her pussy, or I risk falling upon her and thoroughly breaking the rules of her so-called game.

On a particularly rough thrust, she moans my name with something like relief. An electric current jolts through my body, causing me to shake, and I have to close my eyes.

Her “game” requires me to be clothed as I would have been before, when we didn’t have a house and a bed of our own or our marriage, back when I snuck through her bedroom window to lay with her while she slept. This is her game, which she’d framed as “just something she wanted to show me”: a tableau from before, a romanticization of nothing that could’ve been but everything she’d wanted. Everything I’d wanted, deep down, when I knew she wanted it too.

As a result of being clothed, my erection strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans, so sensitive, adjusting it was nearly too much.

“Edward, yes!”

My eyes fly open at her cries, stunned by my own inattention. How could I miss a second of this?

But her eyes are sealed shut, head thrown back, shower-damp hair tangled at her pale shoulders. In her fantasy, she fantasizes about me despite my presence. I feel privileged by her trust, by her desire to be watched by me.

“I need you, Bella,” I groan.

She sighs, a smile marking her lips as her hand moves faster.

I grip my erection, trying to stave off completion as long as I can, but the friction causes my hips to jerk. There’s no winning for me like this.

“Baby, please,” I whine, not recognizing my own voice. I never considered myself someone who begs until I met this woman.

Bella gasps, pins me with a stare so intense I feel it throughout my body, another electric current flowing through her and into me. I see a change in her face, as if she’d gone from dreaming to wakefulness, as if she remembers when we are in time.

Better now at reading her, I can guess what this look might mean.

As quickly as I can, I pull my irritating sweater over my head and throw it across the room, followed by my awful, confining jeans. I can’t help my wide grin as I move toward her on the bed, even as she huffs.

“Okay, just get over here. Now,” she says, but I’m already covering her body with mine, ending my brief torture with a deep, glorious kiss.

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thebiggerbear · 3 months

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Edward x Bella Masterlist

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softrosehale · 2 years

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It's Time For Some Chaos - Twilight

A/N: i dunno if y’all follow @smallestkyle on tiktok, but their twilight tiktoks give me fucking life. they’re so funny, and this fic was inspired by one of their tiktoks of bella and emmett (and their occasional triplet) being chaotic dumbasses and rosalie being a simp for emmett.

“Hey, Rosie!” Emmett called, jogging his way over to her at a human pace. Rosalie smiled at him, immediately reaching a hand out for him. “Hey, Em,” She replied. Emmett swung their arms gently, practically hopping along the lawn as he walked with Rosalie, her dainty hand enclosed in his enormous one.

Her golden blonde hair swayed as she walked, perfectly in sync with her steps. Her flawless face was striking, especially with her warm golden eyes shining at him, full lips pulled up into a fond half-smile. He loved her, his Rose. Not only was she stunning, his personal angel, but she had one of the kindest hearts– her biggest secret. He loved her– loved her more than anything. He carefully squeezed her hand, then ushered her into the house.

Edward was sitting at his piano, speaking softly with Bella, who was perched upon the instrument, swaying along to the gentle music flowing from Edward’s hand, her golden eyes closed softly. Emmett manuevered his way around the piano, depositing Rosalie next to Bella. “What’s up, Emmett?” Rosalie asked, her windchime voice soft, loving. Edward tilted his head curiously at Emmett and Bella, who mischiveously grinned at each other.

Dread filled Edward’s stomach immediately. The Chaos Twins were back at it again, and he wouldn’t be surprised if their occasional Chaos Triplet was lurking nearby. However, Rosalie’s expression was one of fond indulgence mixed with amusement. After being married to Emmett for decades, she was just about ready for anything.

At least, she thought she was. What she wasn’t expecting was for Bella to produce two mini harmonicas from her dress pocket (no doubt picked by Alice) and hand one to her doofus husband. The two of them, before the harmonicas could be snatched from their grasps, shoved the harmonicas into their mouths and swallowed them quickly. “Whoa,” Bella’s voice was a loud whistle, the harmonica still lodged in her throat, distorting her voice.

Emmett threw his arms wide and belted, “You should’ve picked mercy! You should’ve picked any kind of support–” His instrumental belting was cut off by Edward slamming his head into the piano, shattering it into thousands of pieces. Bella and Rosalie fell to the ground with a resounding thump.

“Why,” Edward groaned. Rosalie simply snorted in amusement. Before anyone could say (or sing) anything else, Jasper burst in. He held a small harmonica in his hand. He held it up, eyed Emmett and Bella, and swallowed it. Bella and Emmett broke into raucous cheers, their harmonica-ed voices clashing discordantly over one another. Emmett burst into song once more, with Bella following, harmonizing as Jasper provided an excellent baritone undertone.

Alice and Rosalie just stared in fond exasperation, while Edward slammed his head into the tile floor, cracking it into pieces. “I’m telling Esme,” Alice warned him. Edward groaned, not moving from his spot on the ground. “Alice, you saw this happening and you didn’t prevent it. Why?” He whined.

Alice shrugged daintily, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Because it’s funny,” She replied. “Also, don’t worry– Carlisle will be able to get the harmonicas out, when they finally get bored of this,” She assured her brother and sister.

“Finally get bored of this?” Edward asked, his brows rising in dismay as he sprung up from his spot on the ground. “How long will it take for them to get bored of this?!” He demanded. Alice closed her eyes, brows furrowing for a second. Her expression smoothed out after a short moment. “About four days,” She replied nonchalantly.

Edward dropped back to the ground, wailing in agony. Rosalie simply perched on the broken piano stool, listening to her husband’s autotuned singing. Edward glared up at her. “Why are you not bothered?” He demanded.

Rosalie flipped her hair over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Edward and sneered at him, simply for existing. She shrugged, picking at her flawless manicure. “Weirder things have happened.”

#jasper hale x alice cullen #rosalie hale x emmett cullen #edward cullen x bella swan #my writing

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thefabledcannibals · 25 days

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His dramatic ass is giving Bella in twilight missing Edward.

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vamptearrs · 1 year

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Have fun with these lmfao

#edward cullen #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen x reader #jacob black #jasper hale #twilight #twilight headcanons

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findmeinforks · 3 months

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Understanding - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

A little break up, make up one shot while I work on part two of stay 💕 as always, let me know what you think! 2.4K Words ❤️

You had been understanding. You had been so, incredibly, unbelievably understanding. You had been kind, patient, considerate. You had thrown every insecurity away in your mind. You shoved your feelings right down your throat.

But that was over with now.

Now, you faced him. In the middle of the yard, your throat agonizingly raw from yelling. You were shocked he hadn't phased yet, but he knew the minute he did you would take off. The pack, watching from afar and unbeknownst to you, were also shocked at his restraint.

"I would NEVER do anything to hurt you. Why won't you believe that?"

You laughed wetly through the tears. You were down right manic over what he didn't comprehend.

"Really?? You don't understand why I would be upset by ANY of this? Are you that fucking blind?"

Paul huffed through his nose, attempting to control his temper.

"I have a job, Y/N. There's new bloodsuckers popping up every day now and we have to make sure we're ready for anything. That means stacking up our numbers against them. Guy or girl, they have to be trained."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes,

"And don't you find it at all peculiar that everyone else is out on their own but you're STILL having to train this same girl? DAY IN AND DAY OUT?!"

He sighed.

"She should be ready, I know. But every time we get on patrol, she gets fearful and fails at basic exercises. Sam has me spend extra time with her."

You threw up your hands as if the answer was obvious, "Then TELL Sam to have someone else take a turn?"

"She only likes training with me."

Your eyes went wide, and all you saw was red.

"AND THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU ANY FUCKING CLUE THAT MAYBE SHES FAILING ON PURPOSE FOR YOUR ATTENTION? THAT MAYBE SHE DOESNT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IMPRINTS? THAT MAYBE PERHAPS SHE HAS DIFFERENT INTENTIONS?"

Paul shook his head, him now scoffing.

"It's actually really hard to learn to navigate being a wolf. That's something YOU don't seem to understand."

You think you had lost your mind. It seemed as though the world crumbled around you, his words ringing in your ears from the impact. That was not something the imprint you knew before this would have ever dared say to you. It wasn't that you believed Paul would ever be disloyal, but your instincts were damn sure this girl wanted him to be.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"You're right. I don't. You need to be with someone that understands. We're done."

Paul stepped back like he had taken a blow to the chest. His eyes softened now.

"You....you don't mean that."

You headed towards your car, not being able to face the broken look in his eyes.

"Y/N, wait," he reached out, and even though you were mad, a part of it killed you to deny him.

You shook your head, new tears rehydrating their original streaks.

You sniffled, and took a deep breath.

"I'm tired, Paul. I'm tired of waiting up for you. I'm tired of being left unanswered for hours. I'm tired of making plans that just get canceled. Im tired of being lonely. And most of all, I'm tired of being disappointed."

He grabbed your arm before you could fully get in, and you saw Sam emerge, still at a respectable distance from the two of you.

"Baby listen, okay, I'm sorry. I can do better I-"

"You've said that before Paul. This is not the first time we've fought about this."

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes now.

"Please. Don't." He whispered.

He almost made you cave. You so badly wanted to stay. But you also knew if you did, it would be the same reoccurring cycle. He had to know you were serious. You wanted the relationship you had before she came along. Until you were sure you would get that again, you had to leave.

"I have to go. Call me when your priorities change." You said as you gently pulled out of his grip and shut the door. And with that, you took off to your father's place.

Paul stood planted in the same spot you had left him, shattered. What had he done?

He felt a small hand on his shoulder, a feminine voice in his ear,

"Maybe it was for the better. She seems like a total bitch."

Paul's blood turned cold. It was as if in that very moment, he had come to his senses. The smoke had cleared in his crowded mind. You were right. Of course you were right. All the stress that had been on his plate, he hadn't been thinking clearly at all.

He came to realization now, and it was too late.

Paul yanked away his arm, turning with a fury in his eyes to the woman behind him. She shrunk back under his gaze, feigning an innocence he knew good and well was all fake.

He trembled with anger, barely registering that Sam was now in between him and the girl. Paul pointed a finger at her, teeth gritting with anger.

"Get. The FUCK. Away from me."

Paul ripped apart as he phased, having it bottled up for far too long, and dashing off like a mad man into the woods.

The woman gaped like a fish, starting to babble, turning to Sam for reassurance.

"I didn't do anything I-"

Sam huffed a breath through his nose, "You heard him. I think it would be best if you left. Embry's cousin or not, you are no longer welcome here. That's an order."

Sam shook his head, running a hand through his hair as she stormed off. He felt guilty for letting it get like this. He had some suspicions about her joining the pack, seeing as she was always gravitating towards Paul, but he had shrugged it off, too occupied with everything else going on.

Sam also knew too well what it was like to hurt an imprint. Physically or emotionally, the bond felt all the same. Strict alpha or not, he valued Paul as a brother, and just hoped you would come back for him.

As Paul laid his head onto his pillow, he watched the days go by before him. Being forced to come eat dinner by Emily and whenever he had patrol were just about the only times Paul left his bed. He would call you once a day, sometimes with a small hope you'd answer, and sometimes just to hear your voicemail. After his patrol shifts ended, he would often sneak off to your house, just to make sure he'd know you were safe, if even from a mile away.

"Do you think she'll ever come back?" Kim asked Jared quietly one day, after watching Paul barely eat his food and sulk back up to his room.

"I don't know honestly. Y/N is just as stubborn as he is. But I do miss him. I've never in my life seen Paul like this. His internal thoughts are depressing as hell..."

Kim sighed, "It's not like she's doing any better. She finally answered my call yesterday, and I had to double check who I was talking too. She's miserable, Jare."

He shrugged, "I mean what can we do about it babe? You can't get involved in people's business like that."

"They're not people. They're family." She mumbled as she clutched her coffee mug.

Another week had gone by, the pack all sitting in the kitchen getting ready to eat.

"Boys. We have information on the new vampires in town," Sam announced as he walked through the door with Jacob.

"They're after Bella. She had a run in with that red head we keep chasing to the border every night. Her boyfriend had tried to kill her so the Cullen's killed him, and now this bitch is assembling an army to take her out for revenge." Jacob relayed.

This grabbed Paul's attention. If they were after your sister, that meant you were in danger.

"We're going to help them fight. Our people are at risk if we let this get out of hand, or if the Cullen's lose. But until the army comes here, we're going to be sharing shifts with them to watch over the Swan house," Sam said, looking at Paul who was heading out the door.

"Paul."

"You can watch Bella from a distance. I'm taking my imprint home," he slammed the front door.

"I can't imagine that's gonna go good." Embry mumbled.

Your body jolted upright from the couch at the abrupt knocking on the front door. You hadn't been expecting anyone, Bella out doing who knows what with Edward, and Charlie hours away on a fishing trip.

Opening the door your breath caught in your throat.

"What are you doing here?"

"We have to go. Now." He said sternly, ignoring your bewildered look as he flew past you and up the stairs to your room.

"And just who the hell do you think you are?!" You stormed after him, appalled he was barging in your house like this.

"There's an entire army of vampires on the hunt for your sister. You're not safe here, I'm taking you to Emily's." he said as he grabbed a suitcase and started throwing random clothes in.

"You don't own me Paul Lahote. I'm not going anywhere with you." You crossed your arms as you looked at him incredulously.

He refused to look you in the eye as he spoke, his breathing heavy from your scent,

"It is still my job to protect you whether we're together or not. You don't have to talk to me at all if you don't want too, and you can sleep in the spare bedroom" He said as he continued to pack.

You laughed.

"Come to Emily's with her there? I think the fuck-"

"She's not there anymore."

"Ohhhh so because she's gone you care about me again."

He stopped, this time turning to look you in the eyes for the first time in two weeks.

"Don't you ever fucking say that. I could give a shit less about her. It's always been you. I'm....look, I'm sorry I didn't make you believe that before. You were right. And I was so unbelievably wrong. I understand why you don't want to be with me anymore. I'm not asking you to forgive me. Im asking, just for the time being, that you do this so that I know you are safe....please."

You wish you could have stopped the tears that welled up in your eyes. A part of you wanted to stay mad forever, just to make a point. But the other just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Two weeks felt like two years apart from him, and your heart so desperately ached to be near him again.

"Fine," you whispered.

Paul looked like he wanted to say something more, his eyes lingering on yours, but he decided against it, zipping up your bag and heading to the truck.

Once you both arrived to Emily's the pack headed out to train with the Cullen's, leaving you both and Kim at the kitchen table.

"So you guys.....didn't make up?" Kim asked disappointed.

You shook your head, "He just wanted me here. He apologized and said he wanted me to be safe. It was left at that."

Emily reached her hand over into yours,

"Do you want to be with him?" She asked genuinely.

"I.....I mean," you sighed. "Of course I want to be with him. I just was so angry, you know?? I didn't like feeling that way in our relationship. Alone."

The girls nodded understandably.

"If it helps, he's been an absolute wreck without you. I think if anything it was a wake up call." Kim offered.

"I haven't been exactly living the best either," you slightly chuckled.

"Well. We are more than excited to have you back in the house. That being said, I'm going to need both of your help with dinner." Emily smiled as she looked at the clock, standing up.

You grinned, happy to at least be here with your friends.

It was the night before the fight. Everything was quiet, but you lie awake, your mind racing. You hadn't said much to Paul in the three days you were here. There were lingering stares, brushing past eachother occasionally in the hall, but no conversations had been had. You felt a pit in your stomach at the idea of this fight. What if something happened and you never got to see him again? What if the last thing you had between you two was this awkward tension? The more you thought about it, the faster the tears spilled down your cheeks. You sniffled hard.

A gentle knock at the door startled you, getting up you frantically tried to wipe them away.

There he stood on the other side, leaning against the frame. His eyes looked so exhausted, like he hadn't gotten sleep either in days. "Whats wrong?" He said softly, taking a look at your face.

His gentle voice was enough to send you flying into his embrace. You arms wrapped around him as you sobbed into his neck.

He held your waist as he walked you both backwards into the room, shutting the door. His hand caressed your face as he leaned his cheek on your forehead.

"Hey, hey. Shhhh. I'm right here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

You leaned back just enough to look at him, shaking your head. Your voice was broken and trembling,

"I-I don't care that I'm safe. T-tomorrow. A-and you. What if we never-"

Paul used both hands to cradle your face.

"Hey. Listen to me. Everything will be okay. This is what we've been training for. It's us and the Cullen's against them, our numbers are stronger. I'll be fine, alright? I'm just happy you're here and away from harm."

"I can't live without you. I love you." You whispered.

Paul instantly kissed you. It was like a wave of relief and happiness washed over you as you kissed him back with every ounce of passion you could muster.

Both your tongues danced as you refused to pull away from eachother. Paul bent down only for a moment to hoist you up in his arms, taking you into his room instead.

Unfortunately due to advanced hearing, the house was no longer quiet that night.

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edwardsdeathcabcd · 8 months

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in midnight sun when edward sees his siblings playing a convoluted chess game, knowing they won’t let him play, and in new moon when bella watches him & alice play, but the game happened entirely in their heads & only took a few minutes LIKE. no wonder edward was happy to spend their honeymoon playing chess instead of fucking lmao he hasn’t had a good opponent in over 80 years

#& u have to admit it’s. A LITTLE BIT CUTE.#LIKE. she gives him so many small things back yk what i mean. all these tiny normalcies.#bella is the only person edward can play chess like a normal person with & that’s so funny #twilight #bella x edward #bella swan #edward cullen #midnight sun #new moon #breaking dawn #alice cullen #twilight blog #mine

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a-small-safe-place · 5 months

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Then, Nothing.

Yandere Cullen family

A/N: Renesmee is a platonic yandere. The rest of the Cullens are romantic yanderes for you, but it is mostly centered on Bella and Edward right now.

You met Renesmee in a park. You were babysitting a child for a family, and she happened to approach you. This child looked too grown to be the age she said but also looked too young to be anything older, and something about her was off-putting in an uncanny valley way. However, something compelled you to engage with her. She said she did not want to play with any of the other children. Renesmee said they were too ingenuous. That seemed like too big of a word for such a little girl. She talked your ear off, though. She said she does not "talk" much at home, and that it is easier just to be not verbal. That worried you; was this child being abused and forced to stay silent at home? Who even were her parents?

As if on cue, a very beautiful man and woman approached. They looked too young to be the girl’s parents, but also too similar to her to not be her parents. They were also more inhuman in appearance than Renesemee. The mom, Bella, was more welcoming than Renesmee’s father, Edward, who chose to remain standoffish.

Bella smiled and told you, “Renesmee doesn’t usually talk to people besides her family; you must be special.” Her tone sounded as if she had been flirting with you. You chose to ignore it. Maybe just because she was so inhumanly beautiful made it seem like she was flirting. “I don’t know about how special I am, but your daughter is certainly unique; she seems so bright for her age.”

Edward finally spoke up, but in a flat and uninterested tone, “she is; we are very proud.” An awkward silence settled over the area. Thankfully, the child you had been babysitting came up ready to go home.

You began to see them more and more around town. It seemed as if Renesmee could sniff you out in a second if she happened to be in the same area as you. You were relieved that you did not live in the area and lived in a part of town that was in a much lower tax bracket. If you did live in the area, it would not be surprising if Bella, Renesemee, or even Edward showed up at your doorstep. Edward was the most normal out of the three. Bella’s behavior was nice, but something about it felt awkward with a sinister undertone. If she looked different, it would seem more sincere, but something about all three of them made you want to run away as fast as you could despite their beauty. A driver for the family that you babysat for had seen them when picking up you and the child and joked that Bella and Edward were probably related given that they looked similar. He loved to gossip and asked you a million questions about them. You shuddered at the idea. That could explain why their daughter was so peculiar, but wouldn’t incest result in more physical deformities and not just strange behavior from a child? Even if they were related, they did not seem to be that close, definitely not siblings. Everything about them seemed the same but also different.

You tried your best not to think too much about it, but it got to the point where you would see at least one of them anytime you were out on that side of town. You were fine trying to avoid them; each time your excuse was along the lines of “oh they need this kiddo back home!” or some other similar response. That is until you ended up getting fired. The mom refused to say why, and she reacted in disgust when she saw you. Before this, both of the parents enjoyed having you as their sitter. It was a harsh dismissal. You decided to stop by the grocery store before going home. You needed something, anything, to make you feel better about your loss of work, and with the influence your last family had in the community, it was clear you would not be babysitting for a while. Or so you thought.

“Hello,” Edward’s voice sounded from behind you. He did not seem happy to be there. “Sorry,” You mumbled, scooting out of the way, assuming you were in front of something he needed. “I have a job for you,” He said cryptically. You turned around to face him feeling confused. Edward continued to talk. “It will pay well. I know you take care of children, and I wanted to take Bella somewhere on a date, and we do not have a sitter for Renesmee, and she has warmed up to you.”

“You want me to babysit?” You asked somewhat dumbly causing him to smile a bit and chuckle. “Yes, she has warmed up to you, and Bella thinks you are trustworthy. The only catch is that you have to care for her at our home. You may not leave when you are watching her, even if you have an emergency.” You weren't a fan of that stipulation, but you figured they would allow you to call them to come back in a dire situation.

“Okay, fine. When do I need to be there, and is this going to be a regular thing?” You asked. He seemed a little irritated that you're asking these questions. “Tonight. You will start now. It will be a regular job. You can follow me out to our house.”

You arrived at his and Bella’s home. It looked like it was designed by the best architect. Renesmee greeted you outside. “You're here! We are going to have so much fun! Come one! Come meet my family.” As she is dragging you in, Edward is driving away. He did not even mention when they will be back or how much you were getting paid exactly. He was probably making sure you would not take the money and leave. There are people inside. Four people, two guys, and two girls sit on the couch and sofa. You hear a few people in the kitchen. “These are my aunts and uncles! That's Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie; they are married, and then Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper; they are married too. My Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle are in the kitchen. Grandma wanted to make dinner for you… I mean us.” Two of them smile at you, the two dark-haired ones. The two blondes look mad and somewhat disgusted. This is weird. You have never babysat with people around. Why could the family not watch Renesmee? She seemed to like them just as much as you. Renesmee pulls you into the kitchen. Her grip is surprising for a little girl. A blonde man and a woman with caramel-colored hair are cooking. They look far too young to be a grandma and grandpa. Something about all of these people seems so familiar. As if you have seen them before. Not just on the rich side of town but on the poor side of town too, in your neighborhood. They both introduce themselves and clearly know your name as they greet you. “Are you hungry?” Esme asks, handing you a plate of food. It smells divine, but this has to be a trap. Most families prefer you not to eat a bunch on the job.

Renesmee grabs a plate and begins to eat. “It's so good! Grandma worked hard on it! You have to try it!” It is impossible to say no to her for some reason. You take a plate and take a few bites. It tastes wrong. There are hints of good flavor, but it is heavily covered up by the taste of medicine. The gravity of the situation hits you. “I need to excuse myself; I need a bathroom break.” The shakiness in your voice is clear. You pretend to go to the restroom, but book it to the door when you're out of sight. You see your keys are missing; even your phone has disappeared from your pocket. You step outside only to see your car missing. Suddenly you're grabbed from behind. This person is very strong but knows how to hold someone down without injuring them. You're stuck with a needle. Your life does not flash before your eyes, but each time you've seen these freaks in public flashes in your mind as your vision spins. A wave of calm lays over you. It is unwelcome because it feels unnatural, but it is too comforting for you to care as your vision goes in and out. You see some flashes of memories that do not belong to you. They are from a lower angle, so it has to be from Renesmee's mind. It is Carlisle assuring her that you are going to be safe because they all love you as much as she does.

Then, nothing. You're out like a light.

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volturissideslut · 6 months

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Headcanons for Edward with a flirty s/o?

𝕰𝖉𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

This was really fun to write. Reader is a vampire that's been with him for decades. Edward isn't moody and broody, he's in a happy relationship.

One thing that always managed to bring a smile to Edwards cold undead face was you. His mate. Decades into your relationship you somehow make the centuries old man still feel like a giddy teenager in his first relationship.

Even now, as he pulls into the garage at the Cullen house, you act as if its the first time you've ever seen him

"Hey hottie," your grin is teasing and although you're only just started, he's fighting back a laugh. "your should take me on a date sometime" you wink and spread your palm over his shoulder,biting your lip.

"maybe I should" he tries to sound cocky, like he usually is, but fails miserably. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a big smooch and feels all warm and gooey inside.

You hand him a card. One with your number on it, he recognises, given that it's the one he uses most often, the one saved on his speed dial. He looks at you, only to be met with the sight on you walking away with a sway to your hips. Turning to the side, you gesture a phone with your hand and whisper a "call me"

It genuinely takes him a moment to compose himself, head down to hide the sunshine smile he's got right now.

Giggling like a school girl, he dials your number even though he knows youre upstairs in your shared room.

"hey hottie" he says this time when you pick up, listening to your laugh on the other side of the line and upstairs using his vampire hearing. "so when should I take you on this date, huh?"

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Kissing Games

Bella x Edward | AU, AH Word Count: 971 | Rating: T Content Warning: Making out Summary: A week after their first date, Bella and Edward attend a party, where they're thrown together in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. A/N: I've mashed up this prompt with 'a pitch black room.' It's also a mini follow-up to day one's prompt, 'first date.' I wanted to write more, but life got in the way. Still, it's a nice lil scene. Enjoy! 💘 Written for my February writing challenge previous (18+) | next Read on AO3

The closet door clicks closed, and through it, I hear Jess say, “Don’t bother trying to turn on the light, it burnt out months ago.”

As she says this, I hear the rattle of the pull switch as Edward tugs on it.

She’s right. No light will be shed on this situation.

My pulse thunders in my chest, in my ears, as I settle into the cool darkness of the narrow closet. I try to inch away from Edward, to put some space between us, but the only place I can go is backward into a wall of scratchy, static-y wool coats. Immediately, my hair starts to stick to my face. Great.

I take a half-step forward, so nervous about touching him, though I’m not entirely sure why. I didn’t think about it this much on our date in Seattle last week and we held hands so many times that day. He even hugged me goodbye when he dropped me off at my house. I refused to let go until the porch light came on, a silent signal from Charlie to wrap it up. The way Edward smiled down at me as we separated still makes warm affection bloom in my chest.

We didn’t kiss that night. I’m struck by the realization that we could now.

But do I really want to do it when our friends and classmates are on the other side of the door? I think about the aftermath, about being grilled by Jess or Lauren or, worse, some other girls I barely know who just happen to be at this party, too. Do I really want to deal with them crowding me, waiting with bated breath for me to describe kissing the guy I like? I shudder at the thought.

“Bella?” Edward says, concerned.

I jump a little when his hands make contact with my elbows, which are drawn to my sides.

“Can I touch you?” he asks. “Is that okay?”

I nod, then say, “Yes,” once I remember he can’t see me. He pulls me close, slowly, carefully.

“You don’t need to worry about… doing anything, alright? If you want to just stand here together, that’s totally fine with me,” he murmurs, his voice a rumble in my ear. Idly, he rubs my back. It’s soothing. I lean into him, my cheek pressed to his collarbone.

The sounds of the party down the hall filter faintly through the door. It’s like we’re a world away, outside of time. I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, smell the fresh laundry detergent scent lingering faintly on his shirt, and I shiver. Am I bold enough to turn my head and kiss his neck? I’m thinking I could be…

“Have you finished your English paper yet?” he asks after a long moment of silence.

My heart sinks. Is that really what he wants to talk about right now?

“Yeah, days ago.”

I feel him nod. “Me too.”

Another silence, awkward this time. At least, it’s awkward for me.

“Are you trying to say you don’t want to kiss me?” I ask.

He laughs. “Of course I do.”

I pull away from him a bit, wishing so much I could see his face but feeling braver because I can’t.

“So, kiss me,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his jaw.

He exhales, quickly like it was stolen out of him. He tilts his head, and with a brief hesitation, he presses his lips against mine. It’s a soft kiss, curious, sweet. A second passes and the kiss ends, though he lingers.

Then, his hands grip my waist tightly as he pulls me in. I’ve never known bliss like this.

Our lips move together, long kisses becoming shorter, faster. I open my mouth beneath his, and with a sharp intake of breath, he responds in kind, and the sound of it… I sigh, so moved by the perfection of this embrace. The rightness seep into my bones, straight down to the marrow.

My hands, which had been resting on his chest, curl into the collar of his button-up. I pull him closer, pull myself up to meet him, but the rough upward motion causes our teeth to clank together.

Wincing, I flinch back, but he follows me, his lips gliding against mine until we’re sealed again.

His hands drag up my back, slowly coming around to hold my face. He breaks our kiss, but only to change the angle, a gentle nudge to tilt my head, his nose brushing mine as we move. Then, he dives back in with a quiet, shaky moan.

A moan.

I might pass out.

No, really.

Suddenly, the air is too thick to breathe.

With a gasp, I turn my face away. My head spins, so dizzy in the dark.

“Are you okay?” he asks, panting.

Panting.

“Yeah,” I say, not sounding much better myself. “I’m just a little, uh- warm.”

“You are,” he replies, sounding smug. His thumb brushes my cheekbone, delicately like I’m made of glass. As lovely as his soft hands feel, I place mine over his and move them down to my shoulders. His touch is too much at the moment, too powerful. I never knew how sensitive my skin could feel.

A silent moment passes between us as we catch our breath. When I feel like I can speak again, it comes out as a whisper.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” His voice is just as soft.

“You know… I’m not sure.” When he chuckles, I smile and add, “Stopping, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t apologize for that, it’s okay. Besides, our seven minutes should be up any second-”

As if he spoke it into reality — or as if someone on the other side heard what Edward said — the door flung open, flooding the little closet with light.

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hope this helps

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‘And you’re still hungry for her’- Jasper Hale Headcannons!!

• A southern gentleman through and through. He greets those he likes (and who he can control himself around) with a smile and a ‘Well, Hello there.’ while tipping his imaginary cowboy hat.

• He says ma’am and sir even if he is 10x older than the person he is talking too.

• Did I say he was a gentleman? Jasper likes to hold the door for those behind him, waits for the person who is tying their shoe, listen to the person who was cut off in the middle of a conversation, offers his friends to stand under the umbrella with him while it pours down rain, offer to pay sometimes.

• When first being with you, he had to keep a distance for a long while. He wasn’t sure that he could handle himself and was scared of hurting you on accident. But with the help of Edward, Bella and Alice, he was able to spend more time with you and realize he won’t hurt you.

• One of his hobbies is playing baseball and he loves to have you watch him play, but he loves it more when he gets to teach you. His cold hands over your warm ones on the bat as Alice tosses the ball in your direction. Teaching you how to throw the ball with enough force to get it to hit hard.

• His body is absolutely freezing, so please bare with him when he touches you with his cold hands. The worst thing is when your cooking with Bella and he comes over with his cold hands offering to help, placing his hand on your shoulder.

• He smells like a lot of things, but the ones I can pick up on the most are pine wood, blood, rain, and old spice.

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Okay, hello! I love your work so much and wanted to make a request (if they're open let me know if I've been too rude to you dear) for "being Isabella Swan's big/little sister and being Jasper Cullen's mate." BECAUSE, at first he tried to repress that feeling by acting weird around her, and she hated the way he wrinkled his nose every time he saw her. Another thing, she grew up in Forka with Charlie... That's it, I'm sorry if I threw this too hard in your lap 😔. Kisses 💗

Being Bella's big sister and dating Jasper Hale headcanons

Paring: Jasper Hale X Swan!Reader

A/n: thank you for the request and don't feel bad for requesting, I always love writing for Twilight.

Main master list Emmett cullen story

So first off, I think thst you being Bella's older sister and living with Charlie kinda changes the story a bit. First off there's something special about you, but you living with humans all your life none notices.

You were about two when your parents devorced so when it came to living situations you stayed with your father.

You met the Cullens before Bella even showed up. Like everyone else at Forks High to took notice to the family. You weren't upsets with figuring out their background like everyone else though.

Your first day meeting Jasper was his first day in your history class. The only empty seat left was next to you.

He hesitated as he sat down next you. When he did he tensed up and turned his nose away. You glared at him wanting to know what his problem was. When the bell rang he was out in a flash.

The next few days he didn't show up. When he did he remained silent but didn't turn his nose like you stunk.

Instead of turning his nose away he would silently look at you then turn away before he would get cought. This went on through out the class. You would look at him then look away before he noticed.

The first words you actually exchange words till you had to work on a history project together.

“your name is y/n Swan right?” he asked. You nodded immediately falling for his southern accent. “yeah, and your Jasper”

He smiled slightly. “sorry for being so rued last week” you shrugged. “not a big deal, we all have bad days”

You guys continued to talk and he quickly got comfortable talking to you. He started to fall for everything about you. He knew you were his mate but he started finding small and big details about you that made him enternally thankful it was you.

Jasper took another aproch than his dear brother when it came to relationships. He 'corted' you by becoming friends with you first, you actually became best friends. As your relationship grew you became close to his siblings too, especially rose.

Your first date was the movies and suprisenly you guys just sat there for two hours laughing at the gore in the horror movie you picked.

After your first date he confessed to being a vampire and to his reilef you didn't freak out. He was so scared that you would leave him but he didn't want to lie to you.

“I understand if your scared... But I didn't want to start our relationship with a lie”

I immediately wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I don't care, I still want to be with you”

You started officially dating about a month before Bella showed up.

You don't get along with Bella or your mother, so let's just say you weren't thrilled when you found out she was moving to forks.

During the time she started to settle in at home with you and Charlie you spent more time with Jasper and his family. You told Jasper that you two never got along and the hate and neglect your mother caused you.

The first time Bella saw Jasper is when he was picking you up for school. She kept pushing on who he was but you bairly awnsered. “he's my boyfriend, bella”

Dispite Bella and Edward dealing with their problems you and Jasper have a very strong relationship.

You two may not have much in common but that doesn't mean you two don't show interest in each other's Passions.

Your a movie nerd so he'll happily watch any movie with you. He's a history buff and he's was around for most of it so if he wants to talk about something you'll always there to listen.

Speaking of history, it didn't take long for him to open up about him training new borns and Maria using him.

He's very gentle with you at first, he would hate himself if he ever hurt you, but later on in the relationship he's more confident and isn't afraid to touch you as much.

Speaking of which, his kisses are always full of passion and love. His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead beacuse of how much taller he is than you.

He's always holding your hand. He always needs to be touching you and needs to be close to you. Emmett teases him for being Clingy but it's mostly just an anxiety thing, especially if he's around Humans he needs to ground himself by holding your hand or his arms around you.

If your wondering, Charlie loves him. At first he thought Jasper was weird(much like Edward) but he appreciated how kind and and well mannered he was. He knew he could trust Jasper with you.

Through your relationship with Jasper you had also gained a best friend through Rosalie and Emmett.

Rosalie loved you immediately and took you under her wing. Alice is a loyal friend but your not thst close.

Carlisle and Esme are like your second parents and they love you like your part of the family.

During the events of New Moon Jasper refused to break your heart. He knew that was Edward's plan with Bella, but he's not Edward. Yes they did move but you two stayed in contact. He would call you every day and you'll see each other on weekends.

He came to your graduation during the time the whole family moved then proposed to you a few months later.

Your wedding was unfortunately put on hold due to the who new-born army. It didn't bother you, you understood under the circumstances but Jasper was furious with not only Bella but Edward too. It wasn't their fault, he knew that, but then again Bella made it all about her and ignored the fact the vampires were after you too.

During the battle you were hurt causing Jasper to turn you. He didn't want to and he blamed himself for fighting instead of protecting you.

You loved being a vampire and never once blamed him. And it's a good thing he had experience with New-borns beacuse he was with you every step of the way during your transition.

You had your wedding about four months before Edward and Bella's. You went to Memphis for your honeymoon and stayed out till it was time to go home for the other wedding.

Oh I forgot to mention, Bree survived and since you were now an adult you and Jasper adopted her as your own. Your amazing parents and you three make an adorable family.

Later on in life and when everything was peaceful, no one dying or fighting, you two adpot two twins. They were both infants and needed loving parents.

Jasper is very loving husband and even if being a vampire is hard sometimes you wouldn't change your life for anything.

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