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[volturissideslut]

Could we see Emmett with a size kink??? I feel like he would end up splitting them in two. I also really feel like he would get off on being bigger than his partner!!!

𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

OF COURSE WE CAN

Yes, Emmett loves the size difference between the two of you. Innocent things like reaching over your head to grab something, opening tricky jars for you and picking you up with ease. And yes, he'd let you put a bow on his arm and then flex for you

However not all of it is oh so innocent.

Very few people can make a nice walk through the woods with your partner the best sex of your life, but Emmett is one of them.

The tree he had you up against has been far more than splintered, and now lies destroyed on the floor.

He had given up on hoping you would be supported by anything from the force of his thrusts, and now he just lifts you effortlessly with his hands on your thighs. One big hand of his covering so much of underneath you

Tucked all nicely into his chest, biting the fabric of his shirt is the only way to even somewhat muffle the moans you're letting out. Not that it's much use, the way he's stretching you out so deliciously feels too good to for coherent thoughts, let alone think to muffle yourself properly.

Realistically, the only thing moving is his arms as they slam you up and down on his cock and simultaneously show of the taut muscles on his upper arms, feet dangling over his broad shoulders.

Not that this is the only time he uses the size of his arms to his advantage, no. Once he had you stood in front of a mirror so you could see how large he was in comparison. Hands so big cupping your boobs that bras would be rendered useless, fingers so thick in you that thoughts are rendered useless.

And yes, he would let you put a bow on it.

[thatgrumpybxtch]

The Cullen's (individually) with a s/o that's covered in tattoos, piercings, and works at a tattoo parlor in Forks?

Thanks for reading this! :)

Ahh, I'm so sorry for the wait!!

The Cullens with an s/o who has piercings/tattoos:

Carlisle:

Ngl, he probably thought it was a bit odd at first glance

Then he got a better look and realized all those tattoos and piercing really fit you :)

He definitely likes to touch your tattoos

Wants to watch the tattooing process, and looks into the aftercare process for them and piercings so he can be more educated

Is always lowkey checking on your healing tattoos and piercing to make sure they are healing properly

Esme:

She loves the way your piercings fit your face

Loves any more simple tattoos and piercings because if she were to ever get one she'd just get a small simple tattoo or piercing

Thinks it so cool how the tattoo grow with you and change over time as you age

Definitely buys any cute jewelry she sees for you

Emmett:

He thinks its so hot and badass

And hes def not afraid to say so

Jokingly asks you to get a tattoo of his name

Will actually cry if you do

He loves any tattoos you have on your biceps, idk why he just does

also thinks nose piercings are so cute

Rosalie:

Much like Esme, she adores simple tattoos and piercings

Could def see her wanting a labret piercing and convincing you to get one

She likes to rub any tattoos you have on your hands whenever she holds hands with you

Alice:

Absolutely adores your piercings!

She loves them all and how that make you stand out

Also buys literally all kinds of jewelry for you

Loves tattoos too

Is always wanting to touch them or trace them

Jasper:

Pretty curious about it

Like wondering why you got them, if they mean anything special to you, or if they are just cause you like it!

Whatever the reason, he loves how the tattoos or piercings complement you

Is definitely one to lean more towards the simpler piercing just cause he's an old man deep down lol

Edward:

He is also very curious about it

Curious as to why you got them especially if they hurt

It's all kind of silly to him but he loves how they look on you

A sucker for tattoos, they just fascinate him

Wants to trace them so bad but is scared he will hurt you

[cullen-cannons]

The Cullen's On Snow Days ❄️

Because of their shiny skin, the Cullens tend to live more north which means snow days. YAY! Even if high schools* in places that get snow often don't give snow days, there's always the weekend plus the Cullens don't have to sleep. This means epic snow baseball, extreme sledding, snowboarding, and skiing if they are in the mountains at the time.

ALICE: Loves making snow angels with Renesmee. Makes new coats for Ren every winter. She finds a frozen lake hidden away in the woods and ice skates with Jasper, they're both very graceful so it's like on a whole other level. Alice is into jumping and things like that, but Jasper's favourite part is just holding her hand. After they've had their time to themselves they invite everyone else along. 

She usually sits out of Snow fights but if a snowball hits her (and whatever designer coat she's wearing) she will make it her mission for the rest of the day to pelt that person with snowballs continuously. (Spoiler Alert: it's usually Emmet, and no it was definitely not an accident. He loves getting his little sister involved in the game and she enjoys it.) Once she's on to you she's sneaky, fast, and vicious.

BELLA: hasn't completely forgotten her dislike of the cold and wet, but she can't deny the beauty of actually soft snow. (Nothing compared to her Edward, of course) With her new cooler body temperature she is more willing to try it out. Also Ren really wants to make snow angles with her so, how can she say no?

Her balance has improved greatly but she is still hesistant by instinct to try ice skating. She does have an open mind and as soon as she starts, she loves it.

In terms of snow fights it depends she can either be all the way in, matching Emmet's level of silliness or she can be content to sit on the sidelines and girl talk with Esme, Alice and Rosalie.

CARLISLE: and Esme will go on walks through the woods together. They might stop to make snow angels and lie in the cool snow together. He loves ice skating with Esme. And with Rosalie, Alice, and Bella for father-daughter bonding. Ren also likes to skate with him.

Like Bella, he can go either way. He loves playing with his children and is always good for a fun time (within reason). He builds snow people with Renesmee and with Esme. He will occasionally ask Edward to help for nostalgia for when it was just them. 

EDWARD: Makes snow angels with Renesmee and ice skates with Bella. He enjoys sitting with Bella and watching Ren play but can't resist challenging Emmet to a snow fight. He enjoys making snow angels with Carlisle and when Renesmee wants to make one too, he holds her up so she can put the hat on top.

EMMET: Is down for anything, he loves snow angels with his niece, and once added details to make a snow vampire. He and Rosalie usually skate together, but when he's skating alone he goes really fast and always ends up dragging Edward, Jacob, or Jasper into a game of chicken. The girls cheer from the side. Carlisle has to step in before the noise of them crashing into each other raises suspicion among the humans.

He drags Rosalie into whatever games that the boys have going on.

WANTS TO SET THE GUINNESS WORLD RECORD FOR TALLEST SNOWMAN (AND BIGGEST SNOWBALL) IN THE WORLD. Carlisle says no but he's already started and it's 10 feet already.

ESME: Loves making snow angels and Ice skating with Carlisle and her "children" especially Edward and Renesmee. Esme has never cared too much about clothes (though, of course, she loves looking nice and indulging Alice) so she always goes all in with the fights. She's not an S teir fighter, but she can hold her own alright and is The Fun Mom who will go along with Emmet and the boys' shenanigans.

JACOB: is relatively new to the real snow experience having lived on the reservation near the beach all his life so he still has the childish excitement whenever it snows. He is happy to join Emmet and the others tomfoolery and is usually the one who starts the extreme sled races. 

He gives Renesmee rides through the snow on his back in wolf form. Shields her in snowfights and gets called out for cheating but it's okay he knows she can hold her own.

JASPER: Ice skates with Alice and they make snow angels. 

He's fierce in snow fights and loves group snow fights but he usually waits for other people to challenge him one on one. Once he is challenged though he always wins. He can go kind of overboard and he knows it, so he asks Alice to ref.

Alice always cheers for him cheesily "get him, baby!" and stuff like that. He pretends to dislike it slightly more than he does.

He aways goes along when Alice or Renesmee want him to help build a snow people.

RENESMEE: Makes snow angels and takes turns ice skating with everybody. She loves snowfights.

ROSALIE: Doesn't want to ruin her clothes but can't resist the romantic aspect of making snow angels with Emmet. She loves ice skating. Can join the snow fights if she so wishes. She'll often come in the middle and only throw snowballs at Edward. And then she'll say "I'm not playing" when the others try to hit her back.

Other times she gets super into it.

She calls Edward's snow people ugly and stops when she notices Carlisle looking a bit sad because he worked on it too. She praises Ren's snowpeople.

[repierce]

One thing I want people to know about my portrayal of Rosalie is that she absolutely does not force Bella to keep her baby, nor guilt trip her if Bella does decide to get rid of it. There is an important distinction between Rose expressing her own thoughts and feelings to Bella, vs. imposing her own beliefs on her. Rosalie, for as long as she can remember, wanted to have children. She grew up in a traditional family, and a conservative time. She carries her own values but of course, they evolved over time. The reason why Rose was upset about the entire thing is she wants what Bella has. She wants a child of her own, but she will never have one. She literally cannot. She can't adopt a human child and expose it to the dangers of her life, and she can't have one biologically either. It's important to know that women can want both things. They are allowed to want to be mothers, they are allowed to want to be wives. At the same time, they are allowed to want to be independent, they are allowed to not want children. It's not one or the other. Meyer clearly fucked up with this, but I'm here to fix it.

[matt-murdick]

I know that Finn and Sage aren’t canonically married but to me they are

[ultward]

the pain of having a fully finished fic is looking back on it and going "augh i wish i could have done all these things instead"

[crownshattered-arch]

|| tag drop because SCREW YOU TUMBLR... (part 1)

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[dandeliicnsarchiived]

a music aesthetic of Rosalie Atlas & Mattheo Abbott's ( @angelk1llr ) reunion

[crownshattered]

|| (twst) Rosalie helped raise Silver, contributing somewhere between Lilia and Malleus (obviously didn’t RAISE him like Lilia did, but she was there more often than Malleus bc he couldn’t always leave the castle so he would send her to ‘check on Lilia’, but she knew he meant Silver).

However, she didn’t know any of what we’re learning now, and unless stated otherwise, neither does Malleus. Rosalie is currently in Lilia’s dream as well (she acts as Malleus’s eyes in dreams since he can’t be aware of everything) and is seeing everything unfold about Malleus’s and Silver’s past. She knew most things about Malleus, but not Silver…

But it doesn’t change anything. Silver is still like a younger brother to her, and it breaks her heart that she’s forced to stand against him right now when all she wants to do is comfort him.

[volturissideslut]

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?"

[thatgrumpybxtch]

Heyyy

Can we get some new twilight Cullen headcannons? Maybe something comfort related? No specific topic, try to have fun with it!

Thank you love ❤

Ofc!! Yw <3

Carlisle is their anytime he has a slight suspicion that you may be hurt or sick in any way

Always looking at cuts/scrapes looking for any sign of infection

Esme kinda teams up with him if you're sick

Making soup, giving you Tylenol, cooling your head down with a washcloth

They are there for literally anything you may need, willing to do whatever to keep you safe and happy :)

Alice is always "lending" you clothes, shoes, and handbags

By that I mean she buys them and ofc its all name brand or designer clothing

Always keeps an eye on your future, just to be sure that you're safe and so she is always one step ahead

Checks in with Jasper for your mood

Jasper is always trying to be discreet when changing your mood lol

Shares stories of the civil war and other bits of history he witnessed

Rosalie is good with anything to do with hair or makeup

While she may not admit it out loud she loves to do your hair

Same things goes with your makeup

She also doesn't mind to just listen to you talk about life, it reminds her of what she missed out on and she's glad that you get to have experiences she didn't, although she is jealous the entire time she listens but don't take it personally

Emmett is a sports guy, so if you're into sport he'll love to rant and rave about them with you

and even if you don't know anything about sports you will eventually learn a thing or two against your will

Edward definitely teaches you to play piano and makes his own little songs for you all the time

Any song or artist you like he'll learn to play the instrumental version of your favorite songs

He also buys you a record player and records all the time, he just thinks music sounds better through a record

always reading your mind to the point where it annoys you so much

literally finishing your sentences to mess with you lol

[theworld-accordingtocasey]

🙅🏾‍♀️ I do NOT trust jw. At this point, every second of his presence has me like Ty & Ten in Call D

🛑🚨수상하지!🚨🛑

*ᵂʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳˢ* ⁽ʳᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵒʸ⁾ ᵇᶜ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵃʸ “수상하지” ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵘᵖ ʷᶦᵗʰ “ʳᵘᵈᵉ ᵇᵒʸ”

“it will be on my terms. And you'll see it coming," you add.

This sentence made me think of when Rosalie killed her fiancé only after taking his friends who gang-raped & beat her up out, one by one lol 🌚🌝 When she said she “saved Royce for last so he'd know I was coming.”

"Say hello to Johnny for me. I think he's just outside."

YES QUEEN BRUSHHIMOFF AND HUMILIATE HIM AND LET HIM DEAL WITH ANGRY BIG CAT 👹

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 19: burial

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner] [11: gambit] [12: haze] [13: shock] [14: feral] [15: release] [16: acceptance] [17: chivalry] [18: care]

wc: 6.3k

chapter warnings:  a dab of canon cruelty inc. slut-shaming/victim-blaming, cyberpunk-heavy lore dump

recommended listening: limbo - jun

You dream a different kind of dream tonight. Not the depths of the seabed or mires of a swamp but rocks high above. Somewhere near the sky, where bodies were once placed gently in the snow to be picked clean by vultures, before the earth grew hot enough to turn those high peaks green.

These mountains resemble the Himalayas only in their height; the ranges on Mars or the Moon a better analogue for how desolate they are. Sharp peaks breach glowing clouds, appearing in flashes of unexpected, swirling color. The atmosphere is just an illusion for something much larger than the human mind can encompass. 

The writers and illustrators had attempted it so many times throughout history, but this is its truest form to you in experiencing it personally: the river of death.

It's only above now because you have passed through, to the prison below. You must have done something wrong. You must deserve to be punished.

There is no bridge at this depth, nor a guardian to ask if you choose to cross it for a payment of coin. No witch to offer you a bowl of its contents before you tumble in, or even a hand to pull you back. You're in the place of the wandering dead, the forgotten souls. Lethe, where all memory is forgotten. A peaceful place, if you didn't believe that you had somewhere else to be.

In this actualization it's a barrier that resembles the encompassing hemisphere of the Dome, the waters that flow around and beneath it imagined as churning with the same flows of information that pass through electromagnetic space. 

From the aurora above to the depths below this is all just something you've only seen illustrated in tapestries throughout the Blue Palace, an artist's rendering of an abstract concept. 

Hell. Afterlife and Underworld combined.

Here there's no sustenance, no shelter, no exit. The knives of freezing wind whip at you, urging you to fall and break yourself on the glacial topography.

Taking that leap would do nothing but bring you eternal torture. The deeper one went, the more likely they would be trapped in increasingly slower processes, seconds stretched to eternity at the event horizon of a sync-hole.

And so you wait, in your small shelter, a cave with no fire to warm you, watching the sky for the dark ghosts of AI hunters.

Like those vultures, the daemons will come to pick through the bones of your engram, to trace the tethers keeping you fixed to the realm of mortals. You'd still be alive when they picked apart your mind for whatever traces of identity they could find. They'd take it back to the Kings of Hell and offer it for judgment. 

Here is a piece of the damned, resurrected only in bits and memory. He was judged and no longer found worthy.

The thunder breaks over you, bringing your eyes to the sky. In that darkness, you trace something on the floor of your prison, over and over again. A passcode written in blood, on glass, a magic symbol.

A cry for help unheard, as the cold consumes you. 

The nightmare doesn't end upon waking to the ghostly blue dim of the pre-dawn hour, signs of snow in the brightness of the clouds outside the windows. It persists like the constriction in your chest with each aching breath, your fingers numbed as if your own circulation was suffering. 

But it's not you. 

You should be too warm, an electric blanket on your feet you have to kick off along with the goose down comforter you've buried yourself in, carried in your wake as you run–run, run run.

Not away from that feeling, this time, but towards it.

Doyoung makes a startled noise when you streak past him to the apartment door, shuffling into your slippers to keep from re-injuring your feet.

"____?" You hear him call your name from the kitchen.

"I need to check on someone," you yell back. "I have a bad feeling."

You can't lose him again, you can't.

You follow scent more than sight to the one floor you haven't spent much time on at all, past the Felid's quarters but before the guest suites you'd been trapped in the past week. There's nothing special about it: just concrete brutalism and exposed spaces, empty conference rooms and dark glass doorways.

A small army of drones comes to life the moment you find the correct hallway, the faintly glowing door surrounded by security mechanisms more curiously-shaped than horrifying.  

Some climb on spiders legs, others hover in the air. If you're a threat they don't seem to recognize it, remaining at a carefully calculated distance upon your approach, the airborne robot's blades whirling silently in the empty space of the atrium.

"Let me in." You stare down the blinking green lens of one of many cameras, granted a reflection of yourself on the video screen. There's a reluctant scrabble on the other side before a blinking, ruddy eye appears in the crack in the doorway, widened with surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Jungwoo's fear is a complex smell–almost bitter and evergreen. Or maybe that isn't his, you think, pushing your face into the small opening to try and peer past him. 

"He's in a deeprun, right?" you ask.

"Is Johnny here–" 

"No," you say, pushing against the reinforced metal. You coward, you think. "We don't have time. I need to check his feed." 

Jungwoo gives in, opening the door to sniff incredulously at the hallway. You squeeze past him, giving him a bit of a shove in the ribs to relay your urgency and to avoid tangling in his long legs.

Inside are quarters you've never been in before–wholly different then the other apartments in the relative minimalism of the interior but also surprisingly clean considering the amount of equipment. The concrete floors are tiled over, multiple workstations and science benches neatly laid out in rows against the walls and the middle of the office space. 

It's an old war room, since converted into shared living quarters. What you suspect is Jungwoo's lab is an entire wall of organized drawers and tool repositories, cheerful lights revealing a project so deconstructed you can barely recognize its original purpose. 

In contrast Jaehyun's corner netrunner station is dark, illuminated in soft yellows and blues, his zero-suited body reclined in a rig chair tentacled with cabling for data transfer and micro-environmental controls.

You go straight to the screens showing the data run and stable biological outputs, parsing through the complex topography of data architecture–immediately readable as past the Dome firewalls by the size and structure of the fortress within. 

"What's going on? Did you get some kind of signal?" he asks, taking over the console. 

You shake your head, finger tracing code on a monitor. 

"Just a hunch," you say. "There, see that? He's hit the Nai-ho ICE. The signal is ghosting his last transmission to make it look like he's still moving, but he's trapped in a containment well between the second and third levels." 

"There hasn't been a single alarm–" Jungwoo protests, opening up history and messaging screens. You don't bother examining them, running to check Jaehyun's unconscious body. 

As expected his lips are almost blue from deoxygenation, pulse weak but steady. A nice little present from the Afterworld–a creeping virus that went for the rig to lower the netrunner's temperature even more than what was required to counter the overheat from operation. If he were alone it would freeze him by degrees, keeping him alive long enough for the physical extraction teams to come and take his body. 

"We need to get him out, now!" you yell, jamming uselessly at the rig controls. "Does he have any quick disconnects, a system crash? Anything that can't be traced?" 

Jungwoo leans over the console, fingers stumbling to load the last configuration of Jaehyun's cyberdeck. 

"Here. A killer, maybe–and this harmonic destroyer."

"You have to be joking, you can't derez the Nai-ho," you say, eyelids twitching as you read through the list of his hacks. "It's the most successful firewall in the Eastern hemisphere."

"No," Jungwoo says, "but it will make it look like a random fragmentation when we break free. The only other program that can run simultaneously with the RAM load is his Nfr." 

You're surprised by his ingenuity, analyzing the statistics and the outcome. "It's a huge risk. But I can mask the subroutine as internal code with a few source adjustments."

You understand Jungwoo's hesitation, his face screwing up slightly as he looks between the screen and Jaehyun. He's prepared to pull the plug himself, but he knows it wouldn't be clean. You're his only hope at this moment, if you're capable of what you’re offering. 

"You know I wouldn't let anything happen to him." 

You hear the urgency in your voice more than you feel it–instead strangely calm. Every instinct in you is ready for this challenge, to make sure Jaehyun doesn't experience the repercussions of jacking out without a successful disengagement. 

Jungwoo nods, making room for you at the station. You can sense the barrage of questions he's holding in, smart enough to leave you to your work and try his hand at the manual controls for Jaehyun's suit to counter the ticking temperature drop.

There's nothing else to focus on but the console and the river of code, immersed in the complex language of registry files and subroutines. The tether he'd run in on is like a deep-sea fishing line, an old archive query service maintained for the public that was for all intents, a backdoor. Jaeyhun had known his avenues in by his careful branching into connecting lines associated with decades-old simulations, his inputs of keys, even his consideration of the guardians at each checkpoint. 

If he'd let his guard down, he wasn't expecting that at the end, the choice of paths all lead to the same destination rather than a node on the 4th level. An easy mistake, if you were operating on old information, from when the code was written almost a century ago.

You find his engram in a control loop, awaiting security, injecting lines of backdoor passkey coding for a clean exit. There's a risk you'll crash without appropriate debugs and testing but you don't have time. You look up at Jungwoo before you hit the override–not for permission but to at least have his acknowledgement that you're just as afraid of what will happen when you depress the key. 

"Now or never," you say, over the quiet buzz of electricity and the faint music playing from Jaehyun's headphones. 

"Do it," he says. You see the conviction in his eyes, feel it in your soul. "I trust you."

You activate the derez and the killer in tandem, watching the node melt into yellow and orange fragmentation. The bright signal of Jaehyun's engram splits before blinking out from the frame. Within seconds the river of ICE reforms, data transfers re-initiated between the first and third layers of Hell.

You have a moment of panic that you've failed. You know the consequences of an uninitiated pull-out, the brain damage that could be caused from the backlash of an engram returning to its home cyberdeck. Your breath is caught in your chest until Jaehyun’s finally releases, as explosive as his sudden rise from the table.

The rig chair reorients with a pneumatic hiss, alarms finally going off as his internal temperature spikes without external cooling. You help him free, hand on his shoulder, struggling for the cables to pull him from his suit.

"How long–" Jaehyun blinks up at you. "What . . .?"

"I thought you were lost," you say. You can see his face fall as he takes in his surroundings, understanding just what he came out of, but also who's taken him out of it. 

"You were down less than an hour," Jungwoo explains, looking up at you, lip cherry red from where he's almost bitten through it in his anxiety. "She knew how to extract you." 

You step back to give him space as he tosses away his headphones and fights his way out of the malfunctioning suit. You both help pull him free after a bit, glossy lines of sweat rolling down his lean musculature once exposed. 

Jungwoo tosses him a towel from a nearby station–retrieving water and clothing while you stand idly by, tail and ears lowered. 

"How long did it feel like you were inside?" you ask.

You've only ever heard of the Nai-ho's various traps, but the memory of your nightmare is too visceral to have been anything but real. The original architects of New Goryeo's firewalls had been creative in their punishments for rogue AIs from the DataKrash and netrunners alike, trapping them in the perceived time and emptiness of sync-holes. An eternity could last an instant at the deepest levels of the Afterworld. 

"Days, but there wasn't anything to track it besides the music–I think that's what the sound was, in there." He shakes his head, flinging drops of perspiration. "I'm just glad to be out."

"I'm glad you're out, too, but–" you say, emotions catching up to you, voice changing pitch and tone so suddenly you see Jungwoo duck in your peripheral vision. "–are you insane!? What compelled you to deep run the Nai-ho from the outside? That hasn’t worked in decades!" 

Jaehyun flinches. You're sure he's completely immersed in the intensity of your anger, confusion, but especially your fear that he's still bent on self-sacrifice. It irritates him that you’re lecturing him from the point of over-familiarity. He’s embarrassed as well, ears and cheeks a deep shade of pink.

“Wrong, it has worked,” he argues back. “Many times, including recently. And it would have worked again. I was just unlucky.”  

"Luck has nothing to do with this,” you counter. “There’s measures for additional security that are activated periodically–including after an encrypted transfer. Something I could have told you, all of you."

Your suspicion that he went in because of you only makes you more fierce. "If those idiots put you up to this, to investigate me, I will personally–"

"It was a voluntary assignment," he interrupts, voice dropping with authority. There's a little resentment too, of course, from his Alpha. "Thank you for saving my life." 

"I don't–"

"What is it, twice now? Three times? Excuse me for not keeping track." 

His words are laced with enough tired sarcasm you're immediately yanked back to shyness. You turn away to avoid watching him strip down to don more comfortable athletic clothing, the back turned to you just as stiff as his words. 

It's a reminder you haven't spoken since his recovery–neither of you seeking the other out for reasons evident in the miasma of emotions circulating between you both.

You've been breathing deeper each time you catch a noseful of his scent, body burning like an ember with the traces of magnolia and cyclamen. His profile has changed since your mutual claims; you're sure there's even more of a lean towards neroli in your own perfume now that you're expressing his signature the way you had Johnny.

The difference is in that while your body is still adjusting to his genotype, still recombining, he already smells like you. Like your mate, like home.

"I'll go," you say, surrendering against the wall of his silence. It's noticeably quieter in the room–Jungwoo had disappeared at the first sign of confrontation. At least the Canid's intelligence is better served in running away. 

"I’m the reason you ended up in trouble in the first place. I'm not sorry for intervening, but I shouldn't be here."

You find yourself speaking in riddles again, too caught up in recent events not to find yourself back in the depths with him. He's still dazed from the experience of digital purgatory but the static of recent memory is always on his mind when you're nearby.

You'd told him to forget, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to feel. 

"No," Jaehyun says, defeated. "Stay."

"I really can't." You clutch your robe around you tighter, face feeling hot. "I'm supposed to be on bed-rest."

It's not like you wouldn't take an opportunity to spend time with the quiet Alpha in his quarters. You sense once you were able to get over the awkwardness, it would be a comfort to you both just to have time in each other’s company. 

But you also have a suspicion Johnny will come find you. His presence has been haunting you since you’d come downstairs, afraid in the back of your mind he would chase you in some idiot attempt at help. He's probably just outside, perched in an alcove of the floor, waiting to make sure you're not acting on impulse again.

"At least tell me how you were able to do that . . . How did you even know?" he asks.

You clutch your arms, shifting your weight off your throbbing ankle as you stare at the white tile beneath your slippers. 

"I dreamt about it," you admit. “It felt like I was you. With you.”

If he's surprised, it doesn't register through the bond. There's not much there at all, guards up even more than the ones you'd instituted with Johnny. Being on the receiving end of that, again, makes you feel nauseated. 

Jaehyun collapses into his station's chair.

"Huh," he says. You hear him type in a maddeningly slow peck as he brings up the history, tabbing through your changes.

You hadn’t coded anything you wouldn’t want him to see but the language is revealing in its own way. You knew more than you’d ever let on. It was safer to pretend like you didn't.

"How did you learn to do this without an interface?" Jaehyun asks carefully, turning so you can see the glint of analog spectacles, profiled against his hooded features.

"It's my security system. Or rather ours," you correct. "The Lee Clan's. You know we had to make our own version of the Blackwall after the DataKrash. NetWatch certainly wasn't going to help us.” 

He nods, waiting for you to continue. 

“When the Syndicate claimed ownership of the Afterworld we found ways to continue to use it under their oversight, their censors. Hacking out was the only way we could communicate with the outside world.”

You sense his question before he asks it. 

"Who is we?"

It's almost like he doesn't expect you to answer. Considering his recent attempt to breach Dome security–a fool's errand without access to an internal connection site–you feel like you owe him something.

“I have . . . people.” There's a pregnant pause as you consider what you can tell him. "They're not with the Syndicate. They're on my side."  

And I think, yours, if you're as good as I believe you are. They still had to prove it.

He mulls over your admission, swiveling around to watch you drift closer to the door. 

"I don't want to make things difficult for you," you say, turning the heavy, manual lock. "I can explain more, after the tribunal."

Whatever happened, you wouldn't be able to trust them until your demands were met and your safety was guaranteed.

Not just yours, you think. You held the responsibility of millions in your small hand, a burden you'd refused to share for so long you'd already broken under its weight. You hadn’t allowed yourself to hope you could, certainly not now when you can feel that null point on the other side of a forced bond with him.

"Just promise me you won't do a deep run there again. Not without my help, at least."

You hear the soft huff of a laugh.

"If I'd known you were that good, I wouldn't have gone in without you in the first place."

His praise rings through you, and you have to remind yourself not to take it too much to heart. 

"Don't blame Jungwoo for not catching it sooner," you say. "It's very old, malicious code, full of traps and monsters. But every corner of it has rules. Maybe . . . maybe someday I can help you navigate it." 

"I think . . . I'd like that," he says, pausing in a way you know means he's thinking through what to say. He seems at a loss, a faint sense of sadness as he watches you open the door. "I hope you have better dreams."

"You, too." You leave with a gust of green, humid air to counter the coldness inside.

Johnny isn't the one you should have been worried about encountering, it turns out. You feel like you're being stalked the entire time you're hobbling your way back up, finally pausing at the top of the endless stairs to speak to the lingering presence following you. The red-hot brand of his anger pokes painfully into your head with each step.

"If you're going to insult me mentally with that much effort," you sigh. "You can at least say it to my face."

Your shadow appears, dark eyes burning into you from below. 

"I didn't think you had a heart left to feel that." Haechan finishes his climb after you, passing by towards the same destination with a crate of what looks like groceries and packaged deliveries.

"I'm sorry," you say, bowing slightly.

You don't add the numerous other things you want to say, well aware that they will be taken poorly in his agitated state. At least you can remind him that the guilt you feel when you see him is genuine. 

"Save it," he says. "Is Johnny here?"

The bitterness in his tone suggests something dirty, making you feel exposed. Just like Jungwoo, of course. They were all avoiding their Prime before a formal meeting. 

"I . . . I haven't seen him."

He drops the box outside, not bothering to chime the door. Doyoung must be out, you think. Or maybe he just doesn't feel like talking to him right now.

You wait for him to leave, pressed against the wall with your eyes averted submissively.

"It's a nice change," he says, startling you by stopping right in front of you. 

"What is?"

This close you can tell the difference in his scent, that just-after-the-first-rain-of-summer smell more lush with green. It makes you feel nostalgic, like an embrace from an old friend. You miss his company. Even more you miss his kindness.

Haechan's hand slams against the wall next to your head, making you flinch. You don't move otherwise, genuine fear locking you in place, your eyes dropping back to his boots as they move closer.

"It's nice you can't lie to me anymore," he says, leaning in to scent your hair.

If you've felt a little like he was incinerating you with his anger now there's just the chill of complacency, the fire entirely yours as you react to being intimidated.

"Let me give you a little advice, aegiya," he says, nasal voice rougher and lower as he raises your chin with just a slight press of his fingertips. You meet his gaze, finally, finding the usual amber hue of his eyes is diminished. 

"Just because you fuck behind a closed door doesn't mean we can't see it, or smell it," he says. "Or feel it."

"Oh," you whisper, recognizing his implication by the way his tongue darts over his bottom lip. His breathing is as rapid and shallow as yours, something more painful than a headache streaking your vision.

If living with the bond was as intimate as you felt even with mental barriers you can't imagine what it feels like for those who hadn't had the opportunity or desire to break its oppressive presence through a mutual claim. Taeyong and Taeil must have felt something, too. You're warm and uncomfortable, crossing your legs and wrapping your tail around yourself defensively. 

"I'm really sorry, I didn’t mean–"

"No, you're not," he laughs, disgusted. "You'd let all five of us–oh wait, isn't it all nine of us?–fuck you if it meant you could get what you want." 

His nose brushes your ear as he hovers over you, taking advantage of your crouched position to cage you in. "You're thinking about spreading your legs even now, aren't you?"

Suddenly the wall against your back is a support, your knees weak. You whimper at the feeling of his thigh against where yours are pressed together, ready to fall open at the tiniest push. 

Haechan smiles in that twisted way you know doesn't extend to his eyes. "You don't care who you get it from, do you? Even if it's from someone who hates you?" 

His mouth brushes your hairline, scent-marking you as he pushes into you, barely. There’s no resistance on your part, tail falling between you to hide his knee disappearing between the drape of your robe.

You expect him to spread you, but he doesn’t make any move to press further. He's enjoying humbling you.

"You're lucky. Just because I'm at the bottom of the pecking order doesn't mean I'll accept a hand-me-down. I despise used goods."

You were my first, you think, but you keep your mouth shut, shuddering a bit as you turn your head away. You brace yourself for something worse to follow but he only plucks at the collar of your silk wrap, tugging it to cover you up. 

"You getting slick from being talked down to? Don’t you feel any shame?" he muses. "Typical omega, I guess."

At least his mocking of you appears to bring him little joy, or any satisfaction. If it makes him feel better in some way you can’t perceive, so be it. Whatever personal betrayal he feels, you can also taste that jealousy like poison in your craw. You have a little hope now that you haven't completely broken him, or the fragile trust that used to exist between you.

"You yourself said I couldn't hide it," you say, angling your head back to peer at him through your lashes. "Would that help you hate me more? If I wanted you to take me right here, again, for everyone to know?"

It's an effective counter. His smile fades, throat bobbing a little as he swallows. Your eyes fix on the shiny half-moon of your bite amidst the stars of his freckles, stomach twisting. You do want to please him, so much that being unable to is causing you physical pain, but you also know how much self-loathing that would engender for you both. 

He's the one person here you wish most would not reject you, the one who you'll willingly defer to even if it means humiliating yourself.

"You don’t have to believe me when I say that I regret hurting you. You can call me whatever you want, I’ll take it. Not because I deserve it, but because I care about you," you continue, softly, reminded of Johnny's words from last night. "As long as it takes, or never, if that’s what you choose."

He ignores your sentiment, moving back without hesitation. You know he’s reeling inside, unsure if his blows have landed by your willingness to step into them. 

"If there is a God we only have to put up with you another day," he says. "Just let us know so we can evacuate the building the next time you decide to be a whore. It's gross, being on the receiving end of . . ."

He waves his hands rather than finish, fingers closing into shaken fists. You watch him go, your vision wobbling with unshed tears.

"As long as it takes," you repeat. You don't apologize again, dragging the delivery box inside and waiting until you can no longer sense his presence to allow yourself to cry. 

As expected Doyoung has run off on some errand, but he's left a beautiful little spread of still-warm tea and pastries, and delightfully, fresh fruit. There's also a hand-written note and pink peonies in the empty makgeolli bottle from yesterday night.

Taeil will check in on you later but the apartment is yours today for R&R, please enjoy yourself. Call me if you need anything. Thank you, gongjunim.

You snort a little at the affectation, as well as the implied meaning of your gift from the conservatory. Innocent romance, bashfulness. He must have recognized that you'd needed space after the events of the morning–including the early, early morning. 

The memory has you almost asphyxiating on a delicate bite of cream croissant, chasing it down with lavender tea as you catch up on your messages on the wallscreen, the Neocity News Network feed playing at a low volume in the background.

Between local crime dispatches there are segments on some international news–celebrity galas in the EEC, the upcoming Julian New Year's festival celebrations, demonstrations from the Martian colonies. 

Every glimpse outside the country is a necessary reminder that the one you live in, all 217 square kilometers, is very small. It had never been a viable empire in the sense that it could inflict destruction on its neighbors, too consumed with internal war after war–outside aid only arriving to move interests in their favor while reaping the benefits of forced militarization of the populace. 

Re-unification had happened twice now, both times undone by the interests of outside corporations and countries. The Lee Dynasty had been a bold attempt to match the refeudalization of neighboring Japan, but the failed alliance with Arasaka only led to Millitech nad NUSA interests returning.

As much as you fear the Syndicate you fear the rewind of history much more–another slide back into conflict and suffering. You'd been chasing a dream of an end to that when you headed north. If you succeeded tomorrow, you'd make that trek again in the future.

But you can allow yourself to rest, a little reprieve–

You're slipping back into feverish slumber when a knock on the door has you jumping up, startled.

Even more surprising is the face on the vidscreen, the intruder's eyes darting from side-to-side in a testament to skittishness. You're surprised Jungwoo has even left his den.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, keeping your tone neutral.

"Would it be alright to talk? I have something for you," Jungwoo says.

"You can speak to me from where you are." He could have called, but you both knew the likelihood of you picking up.

"Just for a little while," he says, pulling down the high collar of his shirt to expose something altogether unexpected. "I promise you can trust me."

You don't have any faith in him, but you are intrigued by the fact that he's wearing that device. You cave within a few moments of worry, letting him in after checking you've wiped your face clean in the mirror by the door. It's a strange reversal of earlier as Jungwoo scoots in. If he had a tail it would be tucked in submission, visibly so when he drops to his knees once you've locked the door.

"What in heaven's mercy are you doing?" you ask, crossing your arms and staring down at his bent, rust-colored head. He rests his hands on his thighs, long back curving as he bows down.

"Apologizing," he says, sniffling. You're mortified to see that he's almost crying when he swings back up, his chin pulled inwards as he fights back tears.

"I don't have any influence on Johnny's decisions," you sigh. "Take it up with him, he's your prime."

He looks confused, head cocked to the side.

"No, I came here to say sorry to you. And thank you. For everything. I should have this morning . . . I mean I've wanted to for a long time but then I didn't have a chance so I followed you here. I heard what Haechan said to you," he sniffs, again. "You didn't deserve that."

"I didn't take it personally, either," you deflect. Of course those words had hurt you in their delivery and source, but it wasn't as if you felt guilty for indulging your base desires, or for seeking out multiple partners. Not when you were literally made to be that way, raised to service these idiots in whatever fashion their ancestors had dreamt up was your purpose.

"You can get off the floor," you say for the second time in less than 24 hours, to another Alpha too big for it to not look ridiculous.

And you can take off that collar, you think, but you don't know how to mention it aloud without spiraling. You supposed at least it was nice to have the security of a quick way out if Jungwoo decided to play with you, again.

He stays on his knees long enough to hand you a small box, gift-wrapped and tied with an elegant bow. You give him a bemused look, his eyes widening as he rushes to explain.

"It's just a new agent. A custom piece, to match your style, I think? I did an analysis of your usual fashion, from the Dome footage–not like that, I promise I haven't been weird. Not like Johnny, at least."

You laugh aloud at his dumb joke. The sleek, metallic cuff is actually in line with your preferences. You note the trembling in his hands beginning to recede as he helps you put it on, the design ergonomically pleasing in how it remains flush to your skin without irritating the still-healing scratches beneath it.

"This isn't anything at all. Certainly not worth what you did for Jaehyun," he says, quietly.

"You would have figured it out even if I wasn't here."

"No," he says, looking down at you with seriousness and what you feel might be real gratitude. "You cured him."

"Oh," you say. You pull back, feeling the fortress walls come up again. Your claim. "I wouldn't have had to if I hadn't . . . compromised him. It was the least I could do."

It feels like such a stupid thing to say in light of all that's happened.

Jungwoo shakes his head, still holding your wrist to tweak at the settings of the device. "It was something he's dealt with his whole life. Jimseung isn't just what we experience during a rut or a heat or when we're aggressed. It can also be a disease. They cull hybrids like him, who can't control it, you know."

He looks up at you, amber eyes still a little glossy. "You didn't just save my best friend's life. You gave him the chance to have one."

It should make you feel pride to hear that, to know that you're curse is someone else's boon. But it's difficult to feel, after everything that had lead you to it.

"If you'd known that I could do that before," you say, locking him down with your stare. "Would you have been nicer to me?"

He smiles awkwardly, shaking his head. You can scent that cut grass smell again from him that you're beginning to understand is his scent when he's subordinating. He's always been a curious Alpha to you, a bit of the type to bite an ankle rather than face a challenge head on.

A little too much like you, perhaps.

"I don't know. I can't really tell you that things would have been different, but I could have handled them better. Acted better. There's one thing that's the same, though."

He's still hunched over a bit, as if speaking on these things is excruciating. "I didn't lie to you. I think you belong to this pack. And even if you decide to go your own way, I'd be willing to help you with whatever means I can."

You could purr at how rich that acknowledgment is to you. Your own pet hound, tethered to you by his sins and guilt but also the sincere emotion you feel from him. You don't need to gnaw at his flesh to have his loyalty. You've earned it, fair and square.

"The same help you offered before?" you ask.

It's a little pleasing watching the gears turn as he remembers what he's lain on the table previously. His gift, his offer to please you. He flushes rapidly, red blotches appearing on his golden skin.

"Is this another little token of your sincerity? I thought you could control yourself around me," you say, voice husky, hooking a nail in the dark fabric of his shirt to pull down his collar and expose the device around his slim neck. "Are you not harmless?"

"I can. I am," he affirms. "I just thought it would make you feel safer."

You lean in to smell the bitter hops of anxiety and anticipation roil off him, his jaw tightening when you bump your nose against it. Rubbing your face against his soft skin feels quite nice, even nicer when he leans into it, unconsciously.

"Do you want me to yell . . . at you?" you ask. "List all the colors of red?"

"You can, if you want." He nods, a little too vigorously, once he's figured out you're toying with him in turn. There's that involuntary smile again on his face again, half fear response and half genuine delight.

"No wonder you got on your knees," you say, tsking with your tongue against your teeth. "How does it feel, waiting for a command?"

"Would I upset you if I said . . . not bad?" He closes his eyes, braced for your next words, or possibly the punishment he expects to be doled out.

You let a few seconds pass, nails digging through the soft fabric of his shirt. Then you give him the tiniest peck of your lips on his cheek, beneath the mole under his left eye.

"Don't be such an easy mark," you say, returning to your breakfast as he recovers. "When I punish you–"

Not if, of course. It was a pleasure to have something to look forward to.

"–it will be on my terms. And you'll see it coming," you add.

You throw him a ripe, round satsuma, scored a bit with your claw-marks.

"Say hello to Johnny for me. I think he's just outside."

[via-l0ve]

Dating Carlisle Cullen HCs!

a/n: was the requested? absolutely not. am i a slut for daddy cullen? abso-fuckin-lutley

warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, im lowkey an edward hater in this i’m sorry, smut is fem!reader based!! dating daddy carlisle

- when you guys hang out at night /alone he’s all over you

- he holds you, lays on your chest, plays with your hair while you sit inbetween his legs SHSSUWHEISN

- he plays with your fingers while you guys are around other people and he gets a little nervous

- like if your hanging out with friends he’ll play with your fingers and hands, twist around your bracelets and rings

- i love him he’s so soft

- he desperately tries to stop you from popping pimples and blackheads

- “y/n sTOP”

- sometimes you’ll laugh at stuff he says bc it sounds so old fashioned

- he attempts to make you food and most of the time it’s amazing but usually when you two cook it almost always ends up burnt or undercooked or missing an ingredient

- bc he gets distracted by your stupid jokes that sometimes result in a food fight

- carlisle would do anything for you

- literally one time you brought up wanting to go to disneyland because they do a mardi gras parade and he almost bought plane tickets right then and there

- “what’re you doing?”

- “buying plane tickets.”

- “what??? STOP-“

- he loves how you hate when he spends money on you

- it makes him want to do it more

- you both have multiple matching things

- bracelets, rings, necklaces, etc

- he bought you this EXPENSIVE bracelet once and you almost passed out on the spot

- it has your and carlisle’s initials engraved into it and it’s your favorite color

- he lets you paint his nails frequently

- he loves when you do little designs on them too

- he loves being the person you feel comfortable ranting to

- it breaks his heart when he opens his door and sees you with puffy eyes and a red nose, tears reminiscent on your face

- he lets you in and picks you up, speeding you to his bedroom

- he grabs you a big t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tells you to shower or change before talking about it

- and then after that he does whatever you want

- sometimes he’ll comb your hair while you rant to him, or make you some tea on the kitchen island while you talk to him about what happened

- he’d totally sit you on the counter and cut up + feed you fruit and clean the juice from your chin. im sobbing

- 100% takes care of your stuffed animals

- he would love how you bond with his “kids”

- you and emmett would totally play horror games together

- emmett and you are this clip:

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxJdszrIKDCtmfnyVLdhVwf2sGqLcJ6NBU

- honestly either of you could be rhett/link and it would still make sense

- you lowkey make fun of edward ngl

- i feel like he plays games with you and emmett too and he sucks ass

- carlisle looses his shit when he hears you make a gooddamn good roast of him and you can hear him laughing from upstairs

- alice constantly tries to buy you clothes she thinks not only you, but also carlisle would like

- Rosalie would confide in you a lot

- tbh it took her a hot minute to warm up to you but when she saw how happy carlisle was with you she gave you a chance

- jasper loves you tbh

- he games w/ u and emmett and you guys kick ass in rocket league

- sometimes Carlisle will just stare at you for no reason

- you’ll catch him and he won’t break eye contact and you get all flustered and look away

- and proceed to look back to see him still staring

- “what’re you looking at?”

- “just you. :)”

- “okay but why”

- “youre beautiful.”

- “get a room!” ~ emmett

- reminds your to take ur medication

- after meeting your family, he’s always down to babysit with you or go to family reunions or vacations

- if it’s a sunny place he’ll just busy himself with work inside

- always liking ur instagram posts

- he always comments on them too

- just a simple “i love you” or “gorgeous🩷”

——— smut time

- respect and consent king

- wouldn’t dream of hurting you/degrading you ever

- he loves tits. sorry not sorry it’s true

- he’ll play w/ ur nipples and leave hickeys on ur boobs

- fucking looses it when you moan his name

- like, if you do that he’s giving you literally everything he has

- his fav position is missionary or when you ride him but you face him

- specifically if he’s sitting in his office chair and you get ontop of him and-

- makes your legs SHAKE

- he has his hands on your hips while you ride him bc that’s hot

- literally adores your body

- he couldn’t care less of your stomach pokes out or if you have love handles or stretch marks

- he loves you for you

- PRAISE

- this man loves to make you blush and he knows exactly how to do it in bed

- master at giving you head

- literally knows exactly what to do and how you like it done

- fucking dies when you ride his face

- like it’s not a thing that he wants he NEEDS it

- he pays attention to your body movements and how you react to certain things

- he’s the typa guy to get on his knees and eat you out

- tongue around ur clit and fingers inside you pumping in and out and moving around inside to touch your g-spot

[jasperhaleobsessed]

Becoming friends with each of the Cullens/what you would bound over platonic hc

Carlisle Cullen:

I think you would become friends through you both working at the hospital. And working together on some patients.

Edward Cullen:

I think you and Edward would become friends since you were nice and genuine. And he might not be bothered by your thoughts compared to Jessica Stanley. But he might be a bit hesitant and moody. (like how he was with Bella)

Emmett Cullen:

I think you and Emmett would become friends after making a hilarious joke about something Jessica and Mike said.

Jasper Hale:

I think you and Jasper would become friends after bounding over history and reading. And becsuse of your more calming feelings.

Rosalie Hale:

I think Rosalie would be hesitant like Edward but would warm up after a while after she realizes you aren't as judgmental as some othe humans and are trusting.

Esme Cullen:

I think you two would meet through your love of architect, furniture, and designing. I also think you both could bound over gardening and the difference flower and plant types.

Alice Cullen

I think you and Alice would become friends though your mutual love of fashion and kindness. She also most definitely saw you coming and wanted to be your friend the moment she saw you!

Bella Swan:

I think you two would become freinds through your love of books and perhaps if your introvertness (I don't think it's a word but it's fine)

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Baby Vamp

Request: The Cullens hc with a newborn reader (vampire not baby)? by 🥝 anon.

Pairing: Platonic Cullen’s x vampire!reader.

Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. No Bella mentioned. Platonic!!!

Word Count: 324.

Note: I’m so sorry, this is definitely not my best work :(

| mother m-list

• Emmett finds it funny when you feed. Trying not to be a messy eater as a vampire is hard, you can’t help it, he should leave you alone.

• Esme mothers you much more than the others, except maybe Jasper. Jasper actually feels closer to you because of that.

• Alice loves to take you shopping. You’re a new you, you should dress like it too; at least that’s what she tells you as she drags you to the car.

• Rosalie is sceptical of you at first and then you say you like her car. She decides if no one else will take an interest, she can make you. You love it.

• Carlisle adores you. You make his family happy and you like to sit with him in his office while he does his paperwork, he likes that you take an interest.

• Jasper chooses the car with you in it nine times out of ten. He likes your music taste, it makes him feel human.

• Edward’s great when it comes to teaching you how to hunt and authentically control your thirst.

• He’s also great at making sure you don’t have emotional blockage via your thoughts; Jasper’s a big help.

• Esme cleans your mouth like you’re a toddler when you come home with your food around your mouth; she tuts and coos as she does.

• Carlisle has you a room ready for you to decorate the second Alice has a vision. (Esme helps decorate.)

• Emmett’s in full on annoying brother mode, headlocks and noogies all the time. (He’s in for a big surprise when you break a window shoving him off of you.)

• Alice has a whole photo album of just you in over the top outfits; most while you hunt which isn’t ideal but they call them your baby pictures.

• Rosalie babies you (she thinks she’s being discreet but you all know).

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the cullens with a witch reader that kills innocent people for sacrifices?

The Cullens with a Witch! Reader

I also put some general hc's about the reader being a witch so I hope that's okay

In other news, my requests are open again! This ask here is the last one in my inbox, so now I'm all caught up! Thank you all for being patient!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He's a bit confused

For being a supernatural entity himself, he has a hard time believing other things exist

Especially when he's been around so long and is only just now meeting a witch

But he gets over himself

Instantly he is curious

He wants to know everything

What you do, how you do it, how you got into it, if he can do some

He'll help you with whatever you need

You need a spice from halfway across the world that only grows during a full moon? He's got it

Now where he does push the brakes is when he finds out about your sacrifices

We all know how he feels about hurting people

I mean, he thinks he's a bad person for killing criminals

To say he's put off is an understatement

He asks you a couple times if they have to be human, if they have to be innocent, all that

And I am sorry to say that ultimately he does leave you

He may love you, but if you can't change, he won't stay

Sorry

Alice:

She wandered around for a bit before she joined the Cullens

So I think she has met a witch before

That being said, she is still super excited

Like Edward, she wants to know everything

She wants to be present for everything

Like even if you're just doing something routine, it doesn't matter

She would ask you to teach her some stuff

Even if it's something basic, she just wants to feel closer to you

Unlike Edward, though, she's more chill with the whole sacrifices thing

She's a vampire, after all

Their whole nature is to kill and eat innocent people

She doesn't see it as too bad

She does ask you if you would be willing to change just a little though

Even though she understands, she doesn't think it's entirely right

She loves humans

So she would ask if you had to use innocent people, maybe suggesting a couple people on death row

If you can't though, she understands

She doesn't push it past that

She views it as something you can't change or control

So she's not happy about it necessarily, but she doesn't push it past that

Jasper:

He's so curious

But I feel like he wouldn't ask you outright about it

He would wait until it comes up naturally or until you make the first move to tell him about it

But whenever it does come up, he asks so much

All he's known has been vampires

Another one who would get you anything you need

You actually need some vampire hair? Well you're in luck, he has a full head of it

Also he doesn't really want to learn how to do any of what you do

He's more interested in learning what you do

He's a bit torn when he finds out that you sacrifice innocent people

Part of him is still that old vampire that he used to be

The part of him that sees humans as food and nothing more

But then the other part of him sees people as... well, people

He's been trying so hard to be a good person and to not hurt anyone

So that's why he's torn

Half of him is okay with what you do because he understands needing to use people in that way

But then the other half of him is learning and has come to see people as more than just something to be used

He wouldn't ask you to change

But he would be a bit uncomfortable

Rosalie:

She would be super curious at first

Ask all of the obvious questions

She also wouldn't be someone who would want to join you

Like she just wants to watch

She doesn't want to actually do any of it

But she will get you stuff

Anything you need, she orders it to arrive the next day

And she will defend you to anyone

Like if some kids at school were being mean to you, she is at your defense instantly

Now, with the sacrifices

She is against it

But mostly just in principle

The only humans she ever killed were bad ones

Like actual criminals

And besides that, she's never eaten humans

So she doesn't feel the split like Jasper does

She is against what you're doing

Not because she likes humans, but because she doesn't like what you do

She doesn't really care what you're sacrificing them for, but you need to stop

In it, all she can think about is herself and what happened to her

She feels like there's no difference between what you're doing and what her fiance and his friends did to her

After all, she was an innocent person who was hurt by someone

If you don't change up who you sacrifice or stop it altogether, she is gone

She doesn't play around with things like that

Emmett:

He thinks it's so cool that you're a witch

He's a lot like Edward in that he is so curious

He asks you so many questions

Wants to know everything

And he definitely wants to know how to do everything

Teach him something small and he will be so enamored

Uhm he does buy you a witch hat tho

He thinks he's hilarious

He doesn't really care too much about the sacrifices

He just sees it as something that you need to do

Like how vampires need to eat humans

He asks you once if you could change who you sacrifice

But if you insist that they need to be innocent then he'll drop it

He loves you

Even if you're not a woman he still buys a shirt that says "I support women's rights and wrongs"

And yes he does intend for the shirt to be referencing you

I will say, though, he will not help you sacrifice anyone

That is completely up to you and he is out of it

And he asks that you keep that away from him

He knows it's something that you need to do

And he's not gonna stop you

But he can't be there when it happens

Esme:

She is so curious

She knows that other beings have to exist, logically

But knowing that they exist and actually seeing one is very different

She wants to know everything

But she doesn't want to perform any spells or anything

She is perfectly fine just being a vampire thank you

But she will help you if you need it

Like do you need her to hold your spellbook or something? She can do that

Now, the sacrifices

Against it 100%

She's been with Carlisle her whole vampire life

All she's known is to respect humans

She could kind of understand if you sacrificed criminals

But innocent people? Instantly no

She asks you to change, if you had to sacrifice people or if you could go without it

If you insist that you need to do this and that they have to be innocent people, she's gone

Sorry

She loves you and all, but she has morals

Carlisle:

Now this man has been around a very long time

Chances are, he has met a witch or two in his travels

So he definitely knows what it entails

That doesn't stop him from asking you things to see if you do stuff differently

Of course, anything you need he already has it

Since he's met witches before, he already knows about the need to sacrifice people

I mean, a lot of his friends are regular vampires who kill innocent people on a regular basis

Of course, the main difference is that he doesn't live with those friends

He asks the questions of if they have to be innocent, blah blah

His main concern is their cover

If you are kidnapping and sacrificing people, it gets a bit suspicious around them

Which he doesn't want

But he would be okay with it for the most part as long as you take people from far away

However, if you sacrifice a patient he has/had, it's over

His whole life's passion is helping people who need help

If he notices that a patient that he personally treated isn't showing up to their follow-up appointments or is suddenly missing, he is irate

And he kindly suggests to you that you move out of their house <3

He may love you, but he loves protecting humanity more

Vampire! Bella:

She thinks you're so cool

She's still getting used to the whole supernatural thing

She wants to help wherever she can

Even if it's just holding something for you

Teach her anything and she is so happy

I feel like she went through a Harry Potter phase at some point so she is so excited

When she finds out about the sacrifices, though...

It's over

She was human herself not too long ago

But not only that, there's still Charlie and Renee and Phil

And Angela and Mike and all of her old friends

The idea of anything happening to them makes her stomach churn

When all of Carlisle's friends were in town to help them, she was so worried about Charlie

But in that instance, Carlisle was the one controlling them and keeping them from hurting anyone close to them

But now?

Even if you guys are far, far away from Forks, she still can't help but think about them

So yeah it's over

She's not gonna be with someone who poses a potential threat to her family sorry