#Peter Facinelli imagine

[shelbgrey]

-being married to Carlisle Cullen aesthetic

#Carlisle cullen #Carlisle cullen aesthetic #Carlisle x reader #Peter Facinelli #Aesthetic Board #Mood boards #Carlisle imagines #Carlisle cullen x wife!reader

[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.

#r's 3k #carlise cullen #carlise cullen x reader #peter facinelli #peter facinelli x reader #twilight #twilight imagine

[buffinbonkers]

Listen, 

I’ve never posted on tumblr before. I’ve never had inkling of a desire to. I have also never wanted to spend two hours editing what I imagine 23 year old Carlisle Cullen in Volterra would look like but here we are. And I blame  @therealvinelle and @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin for their fantastic fanfics. 

I can really imagine the characters when reading their writing and we did NOT get enough twlight movies to satisify my imaginations. 

#twlight #carlisle cullen #I obsess over Peter Facinelli as well but I wanted a age accurate actor #alex pettyfer #The fact that he's british solidified the fan casting sorry not sorry #I feel like he should be pallor but I couldn't figure it out #I imagine aro just as gorgeous as well #LOVE MICHEAL SHEEN THO #But he's definitely not 25 #I have sunken #Will i ever resurface #It was this or send another praising ask to them and she (Me) decided to use her *Creativity*

[samblackblog]

here are two requests! I'm ok with whatever you choose of course!

You got into an accident and Carlisle finds you. You wake up to Carlisle working over you and he takes you back to the house. He gives you the option to be changed but you are super nervous. He is super sweet and helps you though it

Second option! you are a friend of the Cullen's and went to their house to wait for Alice. You are just chilling when you start to feel an anxiety attack coming. Jasper and Carlisle help you out

⎔ MASTERLIST ⎔ REQUESTS ⎔ TWILIGHT ⎔

The Accident [Carlisle x reader]

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Mentions of death, injury detail. Big talk of vampirism ;) non-romantic relationship between reader and Carlisle A/N: Thank you @lillybearblog for the request and sorry for how long it took to respond, I hope this will make up for it :) I chose number 1, but changed the order of events a little.

UPDATE: tumblr seems to be throwing a mare currently. When I uploaded this originally on my laptop everything was fine, but on the phone/tablet the writing was I black and therefore couldn’t be read. Please comment if you can actually see/read this, I’d greatly appreciate it x

The rain was coming down in heavy sheets, pounding against the windscreen of your car. The wiper blades whoosh frantically as they try to clear the view as you drive back from Port Angeles to Forks. The last sign you’d been able to read properly before the deluge started indicated that the journey was only half done and since the weather changed, your speed had reduced to almost a crawl. The journey would be long and tedious now but you weren’t used to the roads, only having passed your test a few weeks back, so proceeding with caution seems sensible, especially since the visibility is only a metre or two max.

However nothing could have prepared you, not the slow speed or the way you instantly jam your foot on the break. You feel the car dip to the right as you slip off the road on a corner; the wheels sliding over mud, unable to get traction. Instinctively you depress the clutch and break simultaneously but it’s far too late. The sudden loss of power and jarring action of the break causes the car to roll as momentum takes it onward. It clangs its way down the hillside, glass shattering; the shards slashing at your face and arms. You bounce in your seat, held in place by the belt which squeezes at your insides. Darkness seizes your body after your head crashes violently against the headrest. Something warm trickles down your neck and fear creeps in. 

Unsure as to how long you black out for, you come round to the sound of metal being wrenched apart, only just audible over the high pitched ringing in your ears. You want to open your eyes and look to the noise but find yourself unable to. Something calls to you from the peaceful darkness that threatens to never let you go. It promises safety and warmth, eternal and everlasting, if you only let go. Curiosity picks at you as strange sounds evade your peace. Straining you make out voices, maybe even a touch but it’s hard to tell as your body goes numb. The voices drift in and out of range, every word sounding less important to you as you give in to the darkness. That is until you hear the one phrase that drives panic into your chest. 

“Quick, she’s dying.” There's urgency in the voice and yet it still sounds calm. This isn’t the first time the owner has looked death in the face and nor would it be the last. Instantly your eyes shoot open, the vision cloudy and indistinctive. They flitter from patches of light and dark as they try to gain focus, finding it unnerving as blurry shapes move, reaching out towards you at incomprehensible speed. That’s when it registers, something prods your throat, earning a strained gurgle from you as you try to speak. 

“Her pulse is weakening” the voice grows louder as the ringing subsides. 

Help. Please help me. You want to shout, but can’t find your voice. Your eyes shut as the darkness claims you once again. 

The next time you regain consciousness, the world feels as though it’s spinning as you stare up through the tree canopy, cold grey light flooding your irises, making them water. Someone enters your field of vision, blocking the light from view, their face pallid but expression filled with sympathy and kindness. Again pressure fills your neck as they press cold fingers into your pulse point, a shocked gurgle escaping your mouth. You’re aware of a bubbling hiss as wetness pools against your chest. 

The man above you moves his lips and you notice his appearance; from his blonde hair to his strange golden eyes. Coldness engulfs your body as you struggle to focus on anything other than how ethereal he is. For a while, you don’t realise he’s as the world rushes in all at once. Once adjusted, you notice his lips move again and his eyes staring into yours, intent on gaining your attention. 

“I’m a doctor, can you understand me?” The question cuts through the air, crisp and clear. There’s no mistaking what he’s said. A doctor? Elation fills your heart. Your memories are hazy but having a doctor could only be good, right?

“You’ve been in a nasty accident, the windscreen shards have pierced your chest, you don’t have long.” Again the voice deals a heavy blow. However this time the urgency is gone, replaced by a pitiful intonation. The statement is quick and to the point, yet still your brain hesitates in processing the information. 

“Do you understand?” He questions, watching as his heavy words sink in, sparking fear in your darkening eyes as the gravity of the situation hits home. Your hand reaches up to his, grabbing it in a death grip as you refuse to let go of life. Desperately you try to plead for your life, nothing but a gurgle comes as you choke on something hot and thick in the back of your throat. 

Oh god. 

“Puh…” you manage, “puh…” 

Please, for god's sake. Please help me. Tears brim from your eyes as you silently beg him. Surely there’s something he can do as a doctor, or at least help and end the suffering. With that thought your eyes change; defeat accepted. 

“She wants you to help her” another voice sounds from behind you, calm and peaceful. How could anyone be calm right now? 

Because they’re not the one dying.

“Carlisle,” that same voice repeats, “She wants you to end her suffering.” It comes as a warning, in case the blonde by your side was thinking the same as you. 

“I can’t. As a doctor I took an oath.” His eyes flash from you to the other “Edward-” he’s abruptly cut off mid sentence. Would it have been a plea for the other man - Edward- to help, or was there more to it?

“Then let me…” the voice trails off as your breathing quickens at the thought of death coming quicker. The doctor -Carlisle- looks down at you, renewed hope sparkling in his eyes, before he cranes his head to your ear. 

“If there was a way to end the suffering and still live, would you accept? Even if it meant having to lead a different life, shrouded in secrecy, away from family and friends, perhaps alone…isolated even” He leans back, watching as thoughts flicker across your expression. You’d accepted the hand that had been dealt. You’d begged for death as you realised there was no option to be saved. Confused and not fully understanding you nod your head, greedily wanting the life that had been taken from you. 

“Carlisle, you can’t, she doesn’t fully understand what she’s agreeing too” This time the warning is stronger, anger laces the words. The kind of anger one holds onto, that forms a grudge from past experience. 

“She’s given her consent, she’ll learn and understand in time Son” The doctor lowers his head once more. You wait patiently for what seems a long time, waiting to hear words spoken softly like the last, but they never come. You feel the cold skin of his face press against the crook of your neck and hear him inhale sharply. Pain briefly erupts over your neck, like nothing you have ever felt before but is one again in seconds. You notice something dark covering his once pale lips as he withdraws from you. You don’t have time to register what it is before pain returns, running the length of your body, your neck burning the most. 

“Help me get her back Edward” are the last words you remember of your old life.

Your eyes open, anew and restored to the world. Your senses are flooded with vibrant colours, smells and sounds as you take in your new surroundings. Gone is the dark dreariness of the crash site, replaced by a bright cheery start to your next life. 

#the twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight saga #twilight #carlisle twilight #carlisle imagine #edward cullen #the cullens #twilight movies #forks aesthetic #forks washington #vampires #requests #writing requests #twilight fanfiction #samblackwrites #Sam Black Writes #peter facinelli

[yrgirlkaila]

𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Here you will find Imagines and Preferences for Twilight and it's very large selection of characters. You can request absolutely anything you want, can be any genre and character! Smut💋 Fluff🌻 Angst🌧

Imagines

Strange Kind Of Beautiful - Alec Volturi X gn!reader🌧🌻[In the making] Unnamed Benjamin X gn!wolf reader🌻[In the making]

Preferences

Meeting their family for the first time🌻🌧[In the making]

#fanfic #gif #imagine #jasper hale imagine #twilight imagine #the twilight saga #volturi #the cullens #edward cullen #robert pattinson #bella swan #kristen stewart #jackson rathbone #carlise cullen #peter facinelli #aro #aro volturi #michael sheen #bildaddy

[hisakoichiki]

for me now i am into the twilight fandom and knowing the ropes of it, i think a series is not something id like now, ever.

it's a fully developed thing alrd.

#i think people are hyperfocused now on how you make a series to appeal to all audiences #and so i know the series will get backlash if we stay original to everything #also how can i stop imagining peter facinelli as carlisle

[lambtotheslaughterr]

Omgg I'm soo much into your new rafe series (when bough breaks) like our reader is already married and having loving caring husband mosses (I'd love to see what happened b/w two of them, from what can I guess I think reader has lost a kid and blame is kinda on her husband?) And I'd love to see how this series would unfold. It caught my attention right away. This dark rafe rlly smth. I don't intend to send any hate to any writer, but nearly all the dark rafe! fics I've read have same repetitive story (most of the time) like rafe drugged or make reader super drunk to have his way with her. It has been repetitive so many time I swear😭btw I imagine Peter facinelli as mosses? Is that okay to you??😅❤❤

omg thank you for this💛 today is a very rough day for me & it’s only 46 minutes into it & you’ve made it a lot better.

Moses is a literal amazing husband. i, for one, adore him so i’m v happy you like him as well. as for their marriage & ‘what happened’, all will be revealed in due time but you’ve got a decent idea of it so far.

i totally get what you mean by the repetitiveness & while i personally don’t mind (because certain tropes just fit so damn well for rafe) i definitely do try to do something a little different—but there will 100% be times when i might do a classic rafe trope story (we’ll see).

as for peter facinelli as Moses, my immediate response was ‘heck no’ but then i remembered that he doesn’t still look like carlisle from twilight so i was open to it lol. i actually picture jon hamm as Moses but after finding some pics of vamp daddy, i could totally see him as Moses too.

both are rich white men so why not either lmao

#asks #wtbb asks #rafe cameron fanfiction #dark!rafe cameron #dark!fanfiction

[byneddiedingo]

Angela (Rebecca Miller, 1995)

Cast: Miranda Rhyne, Charlotte Eve Blythe, Anna Thomson, John Ventimiglia, Ruth Maleczech, Vincent Gallo, Garrett Bemer, Peter Facinelli, Hynden Walch, Henry Stram, Frances Conroy. Screenplay: Rebecca Miller. Cinematography: Ellen Kuras. Production design: Daniel Talpers. Film editing: Melody London. Music: Michael Rohatyn.

The imagination is both salvation and curse. We tell ourselves stories to make sense of the world, but also to lie to ourselves. That's the truth at the heart of Rebecca Miller's haunting first feature, a story about the imagination of a child. Angela is 10 years old and trying to hold her family together with the stories she tells to her 6-year-old sister. Their mother is severely bipolar and their father is doing everything he can to cope with his wife's illness and to keep them housed and fed. That leaves the girls on their own in a small rural town that Angela's imagination turns into a land of angels and devils, with the promise of heaven and the threat of hell -- as imagined by Angela -- as their guide. The astonishing performances of the young actors help keep Miller's film balanced between laughter and tears. 

#Angela #Rebecca Miller

[arianadevareux]

Imagine...

Being a shapeshifter and forming a familial bond with the Cullens.

(Female Reader)

(For anon)

The first time you’d phased, your family had been more than shocked. There was already one female shapeshifter among the tribe. Having another was beyond unheard of. Although they showed excitement at the revelation initially, it quickly faded when they saw your disinterest in being a part of the pack which escalated to your fully disregarding any discussion on the matter. You had nothing against them - these were the people you’d grown up with. But you had always been an outsider among the tribe and you felt that just because you’d phased didn’t mean you had to join them.

You spent much of your time alone after that. They realized they could not force you to take a place among the pack and the rift among you all grew deep and long. Being a new shifter, however, you were drawn to the scent of the nearby “enemy.” When you found yourself in the woods, you nearly always ended up near the residence of the Cullen family. Initially, you would remain only a moment to watch and then you’d return home. Then you began to remain a while and take in what you saw from them. You’d seen them in school from time to time but you’d never interacted with any of the Cullen’s face to face. They didn’t appear to be the monsters you’d been raised to think they were.

It went on like that for a brief time; you would go and watch them, pacing the perimeter to ensure all was well. You grew closer to the house over time until you could hear them when they were outside. You’d lean against the tree and listen; both to their conversation and to the sounds of the forest around. You’d taken to protecting the grounds, in a sense. It was during one of these relaxing times that they at last approached you. You stood quickly, ready to run off. They were fast, however, and you were greeted by an older blonde male and one of the girls who’d been in your school; a pretty young lady with short brown hair.

“There’s no need to be frightened,” said the man, “we could sense that you were out here and wanted to see if you needed help.”

“Help? Oh, no. I was just... I was just relaxing is all. I’ll leave.”

“Wait, don’t go,” said the girl, “you’ve been coming here so often but I don’t believe you’re here to spy, are you?”

“No, I’m not a spy.”

“Come inside and you can tell us what it is you’ve been doing. It’s warmer there.” The man offered and you obliged.

Tensions were high at first. They knew what you were and a few of them refused to believe that you weren’t sent there for some nefarious purpose. It made you uncomfortable, naturally, but the couple that owned the home - Carlise and Esme - trusted that wasn’t the case. You’d told them the truth; that you were drawn to them and were only there to make sure nothing else come to bother them.

They offered to host you any time you wanted to come by. You were unsure of the proposal at first. However it made sense to actually visit with the family you’d been keeping an eye on all this time. Some of them remained distant - which wasn’t surprising. But Carlisle and Esme welcomed you any time you were near. Alice quickly took a liking to you as well. She’d talk to you openly and often, sometimes taking up your entire visit.

It was such a different feeling than being at home. Carlisle and Esme showed you such warmth and care - particularly Esme. She treated you like you were her own and helped fight the loneliness you’d been facing. Alice helped the others come around and soon you were a staple in the Cullen home.

“Carlisle, Esme?”

“Yes, y/n? What is it?”

“I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. And for your kindness.”

“Of course, y/n. You are always welcome with us. Our home is your home,” replied Esme. And you fully believed her.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight reader insert #twilight x reader #cullen #cullen family #twilight cullens #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #carlisle cullen imagine #esme cullen imagine #alice cullen imagine #twilight shapeshifter #twilight werewolf #female reader insert #elizabeth reaser #elizabeth reaser imagine #peter facinelli #peter facinelli imagine #ashley greene #ashley greene imagine

[bewareofthecrazyperson]

The doctor will see you now P3

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Summary: Getting used to your new life was getting easier and easier. Being so secluded meant that the two of you were in each others faces all the time. Being able to control was still hard, but it was getting easier. However there are certain urges he isn’t aware of.

Warnings: smut, self pleasuring

Part one / Part two

Somehow it was difficult to get that image out of your head. You straddling Carlisle’s lap. The way he just looked back at you. How he accepted all of you. No matter your state of mind, Carlisle was always there to support you. But now that you had actually gotten close to him, not because he was supporting you, but in a different way.. your mind was racing. It had been a few weeks since you had allowed to let yourself go like that. You were already thankful you hadn’t hurt Carlisle while jumping him like that, right now you just wanted to proof to him that you could do it. Because no matter how much you enjoyed his company, right now it felt more like a teacher, student relationship.

With every day passing, every bit of knowledge you learned while being with Carlisle. One thing became crystal clear. You were utterly and most definitely in love with Carlisle. Most of your human memories were still there, some had faded, but the one thing that was always there, was Carlisle. You remembered how he would brighten your day. How you had wondered what life would be like while being at his side. And right now you were living that life. You just needed more. Secretly glancing at him, smelling him everywhere, always being aware of where he was.. It still wasn’t enough. When you hugged him, when he would touch your shoulder.. when you straddled him. That's when your mind would race, your stomach would clutch. This whole transformation was like going through puberty all over again.

The last few hunts were getting cleaner. The animalistic urge would still take over, however you were able to stop a little earlier. It was becoming less messy. Besides when you looked in the mirror at yourself, you could see your eyes becoming less red. There was some yellow shining through. Like a circle around of the red, your diet was starting to show signs. It was like a goal you were working to. The more yellow appeared, the more at ease you felt. Carlisle had noticed it too, you were becoming more yourself again. Days were passing by quickly, now that you were trying to keep yourself busy. That was the good thing about being a vampire. You could do multiple things at once. While you were learning a new language, picked up gardening around the house, Carlisle was always there. Always on your mind. He never left your side. And while you were finding yourself back, piece by piece, it became harder to fight the imagine of Carlisle kissing you. Of him just walking into the room, grabbing you and reenacting that one time you got to sit on top of him. Only without any piece of clothing. Now that you got to think of it, ever since you turned into a vampire, you hadn’t had any type of sexual encounter.

You wondered how it would be. Now that you were faster, stronger, did not need any time to rest. Obviously you couldn’t have sex with a human, you’d crush him and then probably eat him. Besides when it came to sex, there was only one man on your mind.

You had just finished hunting, and something you really enjoyed after getting dinner as you liked to call it, was a long hot shower. It was just nice to stand underneath the shower and try to think about nothing. Just listen to everything around of you. The water running. The birds outside. Carlisle outside. He was doing something, you were trying to listen to him. Completely focus on him. He wasn’t moving much, but you could recognize some of his movements. The sound of paper. Some rustling. While most of the scents were really artificial, but there was this one body wash Carlisle had in his house that smelled good. You were quick to rub your body with the liquid, however with Carlisle on your mind .. your hands started to wander. It had been ages since you had properly touched yourself. Fortunately you didn’t need to breath, so if you could keep yourself quiet.. Carlisle wouldn’t notice. For the last couple of months your head had been preoccupied with your bloodlust, with adapting and with Carlisle. And now you finally had something else on your mind.

Your hand wandered. One hand stayed on your breast and the other was quick to work. Your skin was so smooth. This wasn’t about exploring, or taking it slow. Now that you were finally touching yourself, having the time without Carlisle suspecting anything, you wanted to be quick. You squeezed your breast, your other hand in between of your legs as you dipped one finger inside of you. There was a sigh, you didn’t even know you were able to make such a noise, yet it was a reminder for you. You bit your lip, making sure you kept quiet as you fingered yourself. There was a sudden urge, your hand slightly moving so you could rub your clit, pinching your nipple in the progress. There was an explosion of feelings.. It had felt like years ago. As if you hadn’t touched yourself in years. And the need was growing and growing. You had managed to stay silent, however when you sped up your rubbing it was getting harder and harder. The water was warming up your skin, hair was in your face, yet you were desperate. Desperate for release.

There was a hum. A low hum outside. Whatever Carlisle was doing, he was enjoying it. He was in a good mood and it was the boost you needed for your quick and sudden release. Your orgasm hitting you hard, like a whole new sensation. You couldn’t keep silent. A muffled moan escaped your lips as you were quick to bite down on your hand. You were certain that he had heard you. When you inhaled there was a mixed scent. The body wash, the smell of water, Carlisle’s scent, your own scent. Now that you were inhaling again you realized how much stronger your own scent had become. You pulled a towel around of you, drying your hair with an other towel while wiping the mirror clean. “Y/N?” Carlisle was standing behind you, he seemed concerned. However when you seemed to be unharmed he relaxed. “I’m sorry, I heard you.. ” he looked you over, confused by the state you were in. You felt caught. He had heard you on your high, however he hadn’t put one and one together. “I-..”, you were thinking of an excuse. But now that Carlisle was standing so close, even your vampire brain was having trouble to find an excuse.

Realization seemed to cross his face and he cleared his throat. “Ah.. well, it doesn’t matter. Are you hungry?” you stared at his face. If there was any blood in you left, you were certain that all of it would have gone up to your head. Your sudden burst of horniness had gotten Carlisle worried, if you had been any louder he would have caught you in the act. And maybe finished it. Whatever was happening now, you blamed your brain for it. “I am”, you replied, taking just a step closer. “But I’m craving something else than blood...”

#carlisle x reader #twilight #carlisle cullen #twilight carlisle #carlisle imagine #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #carlisle cullen smut #the twilight saga #peter facinelli #smut

[tawneybel]

Imagine thinking you’re a dead woman when Esme finds out about your affair with Carlisle. 

You had been employed at the Forks Community Hospital for a year when your superior decided he wanted to take you on as a lover. Of course, he was married. And to a total babe, to boot. The Cullens were the most attractive couple in Forks, if not Clallam County. But being a doctor meant long hours. And long hours meant time away from Esme. 

So, there you were, propped up on an examination table, about to have your pearl polished. Dr. Cullen was pretty pearl-like himself, being ever cool and hard to the touch. Until his pallid skin managed to sap some of your heat, which you had in abundance. (You’d yet to see him fully unclothed, because of the possibility of someone walking in.) Poor circulation, great muscle tone, you mused while your lover snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. 

Then the missus appeared behind him. 

How did you know? you wanted to ask. 

Before you could even start to think of a justification, Esme unzipped her husband’s fly. You couldn’t have glimpsed into her gold eyes for more than three seconds, but in that time she had slipped a condom onto Carlisle’s cock. You stared amazed as Esme guided it inside you, before slipping one hand down her front. Her free hand rested on your vulva, so she could feel her husband move inside you.

#Carlisle Cullen #Esme Cullen #Twilight #imagine #smut #minors do not interact #vampire #cheating #medical play #affair #extramarital #condom #three*some #Twilight Saga #Twilight 2008 #reader insert #Twilight movie #Twilight film #horror #Peter Facinelli #Elizabeth Reaser #Twilight franchise #N*SFW #N*S*F*W #Twilight imagine #Carlisle Cullen imagine #Esme Cullen imagine #Peter Facinelli imagine #Elizabeth Reaser imagine #horror imagine

[thebadboyfanclub]

What's For Dinner (Carlisle Cullen x Reader)

Heyyyyyy, I'm back with the daddy carlisle content, this was request by an anonymous. Enjoy!

When Carlisle met (y/n) he felt like the situation was made by God himself, she was an intern from New York that she found out about how good of a doctor Carlisle is and wanted to learn from him, he remembered that the college she was attending had asked him to come and meet the students, he of course had agreed and gave one lecture to the ones that wanted to listen yet somehow he had missed (y/n) who apparently was mesmerized by him and chose the small hospital in forks for her last internship so she could get her degree.

Other than the fact that Carlisle felt honored for having a young doctor tell him she was inspired by him, he found her extremely beautiful, she radiated love with that smile that lit up the room, her voice felt like music and her unfiltered loud laugh was so authentic, you could tell it came from within. She wasn't spreading love, she is love, she what love looks like to him.

When it came to asking her out he waited for her to clock out, although that was the hardest part since (y/n) seemed to be charged rather than having the need to sleep, to be quite fair the bags under her marvelous eyes indicated that she was in much need of a good night's sleep but she seemed in such bliss while she worked, the others had to basically kick her out when her shift was over.

"Excuse me, before you go… I want to ask you something"

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No no, I… umm… would you like to go out for dinner?"

(Y/n) stood there staring at Carlisle. She had been crushing over him for a while now but she assumed he was either married or had a companionship, he was a very private man.

"Like, as a date?"

"Yes"

-

"Come on! Those things are such a scam!"

She yelled in irritation as the game buzzed once again, Emmett had managed to find this little game called "operation" and now (y/n) was trying to prove her entire degree over a board game. Carlisle was in the kitchen cooking as he heard his son's victorious laugh masking (y/n)'s annoyed groan.

"Oh that's alright human, you'll get it next time"

"Stop calling me that"

She snapped back as Emmett took his turn. Rosalie was sitting next to (y/n) just watching the two, from all of them Rosalie seemed to be the most fond of (y/n), don't get it wrong the others loved her but Rosalie had the biggest soft spot. Maybe because (y/n) always said how she is in no rush to become immortal, she loved her immortality and also joked how she wanted to pass Carlisle's "legal" age. Other than that their common ground is how (y/n) had confessed she wanted to become a mother, have a kid to nurture and see it grow. 

"This is bullshit"

"Ah ah language young lady"

"I'm sorry grandpa, want to go outside and maybe see the bears? Oh I forgot you are not really friends with them"

Rosalie couldn't help but giggle at the little dig (y/n) made towards her husband. Emmett just stood there shocked before getting up to pick (y/n) and place her over her shoulder and started to walk outside. (Y/n) and Emmett were chaotic together, they fought like siblings and to the others even though there was a mild concern about her wellbeing they found it extremely entertaining.

"These two will never stop"

Carlisle whispered as he followed Rosalie out to find the two little kids that were trapped in grown bodies. They found them as Emmett still had her over his shoulder while (y/n) tried to bite his arm at a desperate attempt to cause him pain.

"Apologize mortal"

"I'd rather chop my boobs off"

"Ok, Emmett please put her down"

Emmett decided to listen to Carlisle after he huffed in a disappointed manner and then placed her down while (y/n) fixed her hair.

"You're lucky my man is holding me back or I would bite your hand off"

"I'd like to see you try"

Carlisle couldn't help but smile at the sight of the girl going on her tiptoes to reach Emmett's height and still couldn't really compare, who could blame her though? Emmett was known because of his tall and well built figure.

"Come on Emmett, we have to go hunting and (y/n) has to eat"

"See ya around bear boy"

(Y/n) said as she skipped over to Carlisle and gave him a big hug. Carlisle seemed to relax under her touch and forget all the types of trouble she is causing with her playfulness when she is out of her blue scrubs. His hand went to her hair as he stroked it before placing a kiss at the top of her head, when the others walked away she looked at him with those sparkling hues that seemed to never leave his mind.

"What's for dinner?"

"I made you some shrimp pasta"

"Sounds delicious. Come on chef I will taste your masterpiece and then you can taste my mom's"

"Your mom's masterpiece?"

"Me"

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[little-diable]

Sir - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Request by anon: can i pls request some rough sex with carlisle cullen x reader? maybe with a tinge bit of sir kink?🥺👉🏻👈🏻 only if you’re okay with it thou:)

I missed writing for daddy Carlisle. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: the reader calls Carlisle ‘sir’ for the first time, awakening a darker, rougher side in him. 

Warnings: sir kink, good girl kink, praising, spanking, rougher smut 

(Credit to gif owner) 

“Carlisle”, she moaned his name, arms wrapped around his neck, pulling the vampire in for another kiss, “please”. (Y/n) teasingly bit her lip, knowing that the move would drive him crazy, instantly his eyes darkened, tightening his grip on her sides. “Please”, she took a breath, “sir”, mumbling the title, praying that he’d like to be called like that.

She had always assumed that her mate would have a slight sir kink, he had been wandering this earth for quite a long time, making a name for himself, superior to the people that surrounded him, though he’d never feel like that. He was a humble man that cared more for other people than for himself, a sweet and loving mate. 

“Sir?”, he repeated with a smirk on his lips, hands disappearing underneath the shirt she was wearing, goosebumps appeared on her skin, still not used to his cold touch. “Mhm, at least you have some manners”, Carlisle picked her up, effortlessly carried her into his bedroom, grateful that the kids were out and about.

Her giggle rumbled through her, crashing down on his bed, with her legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him down with her. No matter how heated the situation could be, both would always find a moment or two to relax, to stare into each other's eyes, thanking fate for tying them together.

“Will you be a good girl for me?”, Carlisle kissed his way down her throat, nibbling on her collarbones, distracting her from his wandering hands, untying her shorts, cold fingers disappearing into her panties. Her breath hitched in her chest, involuntary grinding herself against his fingers, clit rubbing against his palm, arousal seeped out of her entrance, sticking to his porcelain skin. “Always, sir”, she whimpered the last part, pushing her shorts down her legs, panties pushed aside.

Carlisle moved down her body, hands spreading her thighs for him, dark eyes focused on her folds, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her, till he finally pressed a kiss to her clit, throbbing in excitement. His tongue brushed through her slit, pressed against her soft skin, devouring her like he’d do for hours on end, careful to show every inch of her body the love it deserved. “Mh, do you like that love?”, he eased two fingers into her heat, curling them upwards, teasing the spot that made her moan his name, “what did you call me?”.

He stopped his movement, fingers still buried inside of her, waiting for her to keep on talking. She stuttered a few incoherent words, “I’m sorry sir”, (y/n) pouted, squealing as he rolled her onto her front, hands instantly attached to her behind, kneading the flesh he’d brush his palm against any moment now. “You’ll count, be a good girl for me love”, he unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, stepping out of his clothes, till he was left in his black boxers, rubbing his palms, as if he was trying to create some heat.

“One”, (y/n) moaned out, hands fisting the sheets, forehead pressed against the pillow, trying to get her breathing under control. She pressed out the numbers, tears welled up in her eyes, he was rough, didn’t show any mercy, patiently taking it up to fifteen, eyes focused on the bruised skin of her behind. “You did so well”, Carlisle praised her, hands moving to her folds, “god, you’re dripping”, he couldn’t stop his proud smirk from spreading.

He loved to know that he was the one that made her feel like this, the one to push her over the edge, with his touch, with his lips, or his length.”Think you’re ready for me?”, he pulled down his boxers, pumping himself a few times, waiting for her to catch her breath. (Y/n) pressed her lips together, clenching and unclenching her fists, trying to mashal her thoughts, pressing out a “yes sir”, not able to come up with anything else.

His tip teased her entrance, coating himself with her arousal, slowly pushing her folds apart, length moving into her heat. Carlisle gave it a few moments, letting her walls adjust to his member, she could feel all of him, his veins, the velvety skin that throbbed against her tightness. “Move, please”, (y/n) couldn’t take it, she needed him to move, to build up his pace, to fuck her into oblivion, giving her what she was begging for.

(Y/n) pressed her behind further against his middle, groaning as he pulled out of her and began to pound into her heat, set on a fast and rough pace, moving against the bruises on her behind. Carlisle would rarely fuck her like this, most of the time he’d make slow and sweet love to her, but the small “sir” that would leave his quivering mate would be enough to urge him on, to tell him to keep going.

Both would tumble over the edge way too soon, not truly savoring the moment, only caring about their orgasms, the warmth that would momentarily spread through them, binding them together. “Don’t stop, oh please sir”, (y/n) sobbed, hand finding her enlarged, throbbing clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Not yet”, he growled, obsessed with her tightness, the clenching of her walls and the small sounds that would rumble through her.

“Beg”, he ran one hand up her spine, tugging on her ponytail, lifting her head off the pillow, “please let me cum sir, please, please”, her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, mindlessly blabbering words that she had cried so many times before. Carlisle gave it a few more thrusts before his pace began to falter, “cum now”.

A fire began to spread through her, heat taking over every inch of her body, she thrashed around, cried out his name, holding onto the feeling. He pulled out of her, pumped himself two more times before he released himself onto her behind, “such a good girl”, he praised her, already planning the things he’d do to her later on.

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[dxrksxul06]

Me when Carlisle Cullen exists:

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[vampire-carlisle]

Imagine hurting yourself and Carlisle finds out and stitches you up

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[solllaris]

rainy days: carlisle cullen

summary: rain is steadily falling outside whilst you and carlisle are in his office; he is working on hospital paperwork and you are reading a book, but both of you get distracted by one another.

warnings: sex innuendos, a little steaming of the windows if ya catch my drift ;) & fluff fluff fluff obvi

word count: 1,027 (super short im so sorry)

a/n: i swear i didn’t mean for this to get as steamy as it does but carlisle is a total daddy and i couldn’t help myself. btw the ending is a little iffy but i wasn’t really sure how to end it so oh well

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Carlisle’s office was your favorite place to reside. It was the only room in the home to have a window seat and it was the perfect, most serene spot to sit with a book in hand. Your fondness of the window seat heightened on days when it rained and you found yourself perched in your spot on one of those many days in Forks, Washington. 

A steady rain fell at just the right intensity, creating a soothing sound as it collided with the glass; it was tempting to let the melody lull you to a dreamless sleep, but you were too determined to finish the book in your lap. You leaned your head against the cold glass window, the cool temperature bringing with it a sense of pleasure and bid adieu to the fatigue. Your fingers fiddled with the pages and corners of the novel, a habit you had always found yourself doing whilst you read. Just as your eyes skimmed the last few words inked into the yellowing page, you grew distracted by something - or someone - in your peripheral vision.

Lifting your head a bit from the chilled glass, you glanced over to find a pair of ocher-colored eyes already settled on you. A pleasurable shiver went down your spine and red painted your cheeks, much to Carlisle’s delight. At the sight of his adoring smile, one of your own lifted the corners of your mouth a tiny bit - one of the shy grins that Carlisle found endearing. 

“What?” You inquired lightly, a small and shy smile worn on your lips. 

“I’m admiring the beautiful view.” His gaze remained steady on your flushed face; he couldn’t look away from you if he tried. 

Sucking in your cheeks to hold a smile back, you shifted closer to the window and pressed the blazing skin of your forehead against the cold glass once more. Carlisle’s figure fell into your peripherals and your gaze shifted back to the open book that rested on your thighs; you tried with all of your strength to ignore the musical laughter emitting from your left and focus on the story in front of you. The words inked onto the pages flew over your head when you attempted to read them and as you squirmed under Carlisle’s scorching gaze, he sat behind his desk with his hands clasped over his large grin in delight at his effect on you. 

Self-control had always been the one thing that Carlisle prided himself on; however, restraining his desires when it came down to you were much, much more strenuous. Not only did the blood that reddened your cheeks smell delectable, but your subtle fragrance of a warm vanilla drove the urge even deeper. His body felt as if it were pulled to yours, tethered together by an invisible string, so with impeccable grace and the agility of a cat he was up and on his feet and across the room within the blink of an eye. 

Hooking a finger onto the spine of the book crammed in your face, Carlisle gently tugged it from your grasp and dog-eared your page. Your little whine in protest as he tossed the book aside brought a smile to his face, but when his attention finally settled on you curled against the window it became a full-fledged grin. Your head was tipped all the way up to catch his eye and his hands instinctively came to rest just below your jaw, long fingers curling around the back of your neck and into your hair; you found yourself holding your breath as he lowered his lips to yours, your top lip slotting perfectly between the two of his — like two puzzle pieces coming together to complete a beautiful picture. 

In one fluid motion, Carlisle picked you up from where you sat on the window seat and your legs encircled his slender body whilst he continued to kiss you. Your fingers slid around his neck and buried themselves into his neat hair, tugging lightly to elicit a deep, husky groan into your mouth — just like you wanted. The cheek-splitting grin that slowly stretched across your face, pleased at your blatant effect on the man you were wrapped around, caused the kiss to break with a quiet little ‘pop’. 

Carlisle’s head was tilted back just slightly as you were a bit higher up than him as he held you and the look of utter adoration he was sending you was very clear. Your feet finally hit the cold hardwood floor and he promptly pulled you flush to him by your waist, that soft smile reserved just for you worn proudly on his pink lips. “Little minx,” He muttered, the timbre of his voice rough and raspy. 

You decided to be a bit mischievous and tug his blonde locks again; a low growl vibrated Carlisle’s chest against yours and when he dipped lower to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and said, “Careful, little one,” you felt a shiver ripple down your spine. 

Biting back a smile, you innocently pecked his lips once and pulled back enough to breathe normally. The entire exchange had ignited a heat inside you and even though you were only dressed in a little sundress you were still really, really hot. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You inquired innocently and fiddled with the buttons on his nice dress shirt. 

A euphonic chuckle rumbled through him and he tightened his arms around your frame, arching your back until he nearly held you up all on his own. With his nose brushing yours and a tender grin, he hummed, “I needed some of my angel’s kisses to keep me going first.”

“You’re literally a vampire, sweet,” You jokingly remind him with a laugh, though inside your tummy was completely rampant with butterflies.

“I’ll always need your kisses — no matter what, angel.”

“Well I’m really, really glad,” You whispered against his mouth.

And Carlisle wasted no time in descending his lips onto yours again. 

He had done many, many things over his thousands of years but the one thing he had done absolutely right was you. 

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