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vampiresawakenedmycravings · 2 months ago

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Godamn!!!!

Hold me close - Prof!Carlisle Cullen (smut)

I know this isn't what you requested @emberfrostlovesloki – but I hope you still enjoy it! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Let's be honest, this is pure pwp, prof!Carlisle worries about the reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, prof x student, reader is legal ofc, age gap

Pairing: Prof!Carlisle x fem!student!reader (1.8k words)

The room was filled with students, a buzzing atmosphere that trapped them, forcing anticipation to flush through their systems. Every Thursday morning they found themselves in this room, eyes glued to the professor most of them fawned over, begging for a few seconds of his attention.

Professor Cullen had joined the university a few semesters ago, instantly becoming the students favourite professor. He had something to him that drew the students to him, lured closer by the man with golden eyes and frame so tall, they wondered how it must feel to have him towering over them. And trapped in the middle of it all was (y/n), one of the few students the professor called by her first name.

She couldn’t remember how it had all started, longing glances, inside jokes, cold touches. Nothing inappropriate had ever happened between them, Carlisle Cullen wasn’t one to cross lines that could end his career and ruin her future. And yet there was something between them that was anything but professional, an ongoing back and forth neither of them wanted to put an end to.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cut through the sounds the crowd of students produced as they left the class, already excited for next week. Their eyes met, drawn to one another like moths to flames, silently communicating. He watched her move closer, trembling feet struggling to support her frame, hand darting out to grasp the edge of the table he was leaning against. “Are you alright?”

Concern dripped from the professor’s voice, worried eyes wandering over her features, trying to stop his hand from reaching out to touch her. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, trying to find her voice, but the room began to close in on her, unable to speak up as her vision grew blurry, head pounding.

“Come, let’s get you somewhere quieter.” This time he didn’t manage to stop himself from touching her, hand placed on the small of her back as he guided (y/n) out of the room. Neither of them spared the curious eyes of the other students any of their attention, while Carlisle found himself worrying about (y/n), her mind slowly grew clearer once again, hyperfocusing on his touch. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Just water, please.” A hum left the professor as (y/n) sank down on the comfortable couch placed in Professor Cullen’s office, the room she had been in numerous times before. He moved quickly, placing the glass of water down for her before he sat down next to (y/n), eyes not leaving her features once. “I think I simply forgot to drink enough, I’ll be fine.”

“Mhm, you need to take better care of yourself, love.” The word left his lips before his mind could pick up on the things his mouth was doing, hearing her heartbeat picking up its beat. Even though he’d never admit it out loud, Carlisle loved the way her body was reacting to the things he said, the things he did, wondering how it must feel to have her pressed against him, fully focusing on every little reaction. “I can’t have my best student passing out, can I?”

“Your best? I doubt that.” (Y/n) didn’t dare meet his eyes, breath stuck in her chest as his hand found her chin, forcing her to look at him. For a few seconds neither of them spoke, while her blood began to sing in her ears, his eyes flickered down to her lips, allowing him to focus on the thoughts he had tried to drown out ever since meeting her. She felt his thumb on her trembling lower lip, carefully stroking the soft skin as a gasp left her, unable to stop the sound from leaving her.

Before either one of them could move, the sound of his alarm going off ripped them apart. Carlisle rose to his feet with a sigh, reaching for his phone to silence it once again. “I’ll have to leave now for my shift at the hospital. Do me a favour and text me tonight, just a small update on how you are feeling.”

……

Ever since (y/n) had left Professor Cullen’s office, she had wondered if their moments together had truly played out like that or if her confused mind was playing a trick on her. Whatever it was, she couldn’t help but be grateful for it, clinging to the memories playing in her mind over and over again.

She wondered how long she should wait to text him, but ever since 8pm had rolled around, she had been sitting on her bed, eyes focused on her phone. Again and again she tried to type out her message to her professor, wondering what and how she should update him. Her fingers trembled at the mere thought of her professor, mind filled with sinful images she found herself longing for whenever she got time to think.

Before she could send her text the professor had taken it upon himself to reach out, a simple “How are you doing, (y/n)? Do you need something?”. Heat rose in her body at the sweet message, biting her lip to stop her smile from growing even wider. With her heart pounding in her chest she typed her reply, fuelled by her curiosity and excitement.

“I am alright, still a bit shaky, but no longer close to passing out. How was your shift?” Her phone was tossed away from her the second she had sent the text, insides churning in excitement, silently praying to whoever was listening that he’d fuel a conversation.

It didn’t take him long to get back, but not in the form of another text, forcing (y/n) to reach for her buzzing phone as he called her. A deep exhale of warm air left her before she picked up the call, murmuring a soft “Hello?”.

“I don’t like that you’re still feeling unwell, if it’s alright with you I’d like to check on you.” She was glad that the professor couldn’t see her, pupils growing wide as her lips formed another grin.

“I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do, I’m okay, promise.” (Y/n) could imagine him staring down on her, shaking his head with a displeased sigh leaving him, not trusting the young woman.

“Nonsense, text me your address, I’ll be there in a few.”

……

If somebody would have told her back then that within the next hour she’d end up in his lap, arms wrapped around his cold neck, lips locked with his, she probably would have broken out in laughter, doubting that he’d ever give into their game. And yet, here she found herself, straddling the man’s lap, fingers tangled in his golden hair.

Carlisle’s cold hands moved up and down her back, leaving sparks to shoot down her spine. She kept on trembling, though no longer because of her exhausted body, but because of the things the man made her feel. He kissed her as if he was in search of her soul, chaining her to him with a few simple touches that left her burning from inside out.

“You can always tell me to stop, love.” She couldn’t help but swoon at the care dripping from his words, holding her close with warm eyes getting lost in hers. (Y/n) cupped his cold cheek, pressing another kiss against his lips before a quiet “Don’t ever stop, please” left her.

For a few seconds he stared at her before he flipped her onto her back, pressed against her couch with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her gasps left him smirking in pride, lips kissing their way down her throat, allowing her shaking fingers to unbutton the black dress shirt he was wearing. Both were fueled by their desire, unable to ponder on the question whether what they were doing was right or wrong, needing to feel one another.

“My pretty girl, such a pretty sight. I want to take my time with you, but I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.” The words left her moaning, eyes threatening to roll back into her head as her teeth left marks on her lower lip.

“Don’t be gentle, mark me up, please. Fuck me, professor.” (Y/n) whimpered the words, coaxing a deep grown from the man as he rose from his position. Without breaking eye contact both got rid of their clothes, bare bodies searching for one another’s closeness. Their lips met once again as he sneaked a hand between their bodies, making moans claw through (y/n). His cold fingers felt all too good against her pulsing bundle, the perfect sensation to push her closer and closer to the edge, once again begging him to fuck her.

Carlisle was rough with her, forcing his cock into her tightness without another warning, but she was aching for him, desperate for him, ready to give him whatever he wanted from her. The tall man didn’t hold back as he fucked her on her couch, forcing her further into the fabric with his eyes growing darker and darker.

“Jesus, you feel so good, fuck.” (Y/n) kept praising the man, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to focus on the feeling that felt so unfamiliar she wondered if she had ever been touched before. Carlisle chased her lips, hungrily kissing the moaning woman as he fucked her even faster, leaving marks that would turn into bruises the next few days. Marks she’d forever cherish, smiling at the memories she clung to.

Curses left the two as she clenched around him, unable to stop herself from cumming with his name leaving her, nails scratching at his skin. It took him a few more moments to let go, holding onto her with his dark eyes taking in every inch of her body. The groan leaving Carlisle as he came made (y/n) shudder, studying him with awe laced in her gaze.

“Fuck, that was-” she struggled to find any words as he gave into a laugh rumbling through him, kissing (y/n) once again before he pulled out of her.

“It was. We can’t go back now, I hope you know that.” (Y/n) pulled him down once again, mumbling a “As if I’d ever want to go back” against his lips.

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vampiresawakenedmycravings · 2 months ago

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Omg this is awsome!!!!!!

i would like The Cullens with an Insomniac! Reader who keeps getting more overworked and can’t sleep due to it, and I would wonder how would they react when the reader gets even more work.

The Cullens with an Overworked! Reader

I am so sorry again for the delay everyone. It’s been a big change for me moving into the dorms and whatnot. I have another story that I’m currently working on too but it’s taking a while so I’m writing this one too.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

You call him a hypocrite

He’s always so worried about you overworking yourself

But he can’t acknowledge that he does the same thing

His argument is that he doesn’t need rest

But you do

He does his best to force you to relax

He picks up some of your homework, cleans your house for you, forces you to go to bed

But even he can’t stop exam season

When your teachers start giving you more stuff to do every day he honestly gets pissed

But he keeps himself cool

He just picks it up for you

Basically he doesn’t let you overwork yourself

Go to bed

He’s got this

Alice:

She just sort of takes your work

Like you could be working on your fifth work page of math for the night and she just… snatches it

It’s not that she doesn’t take no for an answer

She just straight up doesn’t ask

She’s worried about you

And she tells you all the time

Harps on you pretty often to go to bed

And she is not above sneaking melatonin into your food

She’s done it before

She will do it again

And if you ever even think about taking on more work, she shuts that down instantly

If you picked up an extra project at school or joined another club she is pissed

Like you do not have time for this

If you insist on doing whatever you were doing, she will help

She wants you to be happy more than anything else

Jasper:

He’s the most unfair probably

He doesn’t even try to argue with you about it

He just uses his ability to make you calm and sleepy

Boom problem solved

As for workload

He just does it

Like he takes your work and he does it for you

Does not let you take on more stuff

Like before you can go ask the teacher for more stuff or volunteer he stops you

And if your teachers start dumping more, he just does more of your work

He’s in problem solving mode

Rosalie:

She’s a little pissed off tbh

She would love to be able to go to sleep

And the fact that you’re not doing that frustrates her

Also the fact that you seem to refuse to take care of yourself

You’re pushing yourself in ways that she would

And she’s inhuman

She literally shreds your homework

And then she tells the teacher to back off

Problem solved

And you can’t even think about doing more because she shuts that down just as quick

She wants you to be happy and healthy and sleep well

Emmett:

He doesn’t really understand the thought process behind it

All he knows is that you’re not cuddling with him at night because you’re at your desk

And he won’t stand for it

Is not afraid to drag you away from your work

And if you try to argue he just hits you with the sad eyes

Again, if you get more work, he’s just confused

Like you’re already pulling all nighters, how the hell are you gonna make more time for more shit????

He just does the same thing

He pulls your ass away and back to bed

Esme:

She’s so concerned

She asks Carlisle about what to do for you all the time

I mean, it’s been years since she’s felt the stress of work

So she doesn’t really get it

All she knows is that your eye bags are getting bigger by the day and she can’t stand it

She does her best to kindly encourage you to go to sleep

But when that doesn’t work she just tries her best to help you where you’re at

Doing some of your work for you

Bringing you food to your desk

Maybe making a couple of heated phone calls to your boss

Carlisle:

Probably the best one for this

But then again he is just the best 💙

Anyways

He’s a problem solver

He works with you on how to reformulate your schedule to make it less stressful for you

And he’s of course has all of the medicine you could ever need to go to sleep

He’ll never do anything you don’t want tho

If you don’t want him to talk to your bosses or do your work for you he won’t

He’ll just be there to cuddle with when you do eventually decide to sleep

Vampire! Bella:

She remembers the feeling all too well

Before she moved to Forks and stopped caring about schoolwork she used to be a chronic overworker

All nighters, energy drinks, the whole deal

So she recognizes the signs pretty early

And she doesn’t do too much

She tells you when you should go to bed, but other than that she lets you do you

If you ask her for help with your work she’s more than happy to help

But if you’re the one who signed up for way too many classes, then it’s your job to do them

She’ll just be there later when you want to complain

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vampiresawakenedmycravings · 2 months ago

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The conference - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

I don’t even know where this idea came from. I just love dbf!fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader and Carlisle go way back since he is her father’s best friend. But after a shared night on her 21st birthday, he left her behind and called it a mistake. Now, years later, they cross paths again at a conference for doctors. It doesn’t take long till the distance between them grows smaller and smaller.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap (duh), some sprinkles of angst, dbf!Carlisle, somewhat public smut

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!doctor!reader (2.3k words)

Chatter filled the air, loud sounds that rang in her ears while she pushed through the crowd. Every now and then she spotted a few familiar faces she made a note to greet later on after familiarizing herself with the rooms she’d spend the upcoming weekend in.

(Y/n) had arrived at the conference hotel a few minutes ago, driven on by the excitement she couldn’t shake and hadn’t been able to swallow for the past weeks. She loved meeting new colleagues at these events, loved learning about new medical procedures and techniques she couldn’t wait to try at home. A nice getaway that taught her more about new developments than any reading could.

“Doctor (y/n)!” She was forced to a sudden halt, eyes meeting a pair of familiar blue ones. Instantly she was pulled in for a handshake, making a smile grow on her lips as Tom, the elderly colleague she hadn’t seen in years, greeted her. “I was hoping you’d find time to come to the conference!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! It’s so good to see you, Tom, is your wife here too?” Tom only shook his head but didn’t get the chance to reply verbally as he was interrupted by another person nearing. Her eyes flickered towards the approaching man, and her breath instantly got stuck in her throat.

She had prayed that he wouldn’t be here, that he was too busy back home to leave the Forks hospital. It had been years since she had last seen him, ever since that twenty first birthday of hers that had flipped her whole world around.

“Doctor Cullen, have you met doctor (y/n)? She’s a brilliant young colleague from New York.” Heat flushed through her at the praise. (Y/n) had to avert her eyes, looking back atTom who was still staring up at Carlisle.

“I have, it’s nice to see you again, (y/n).” She only managed to shoot him a quick smile before mumbling something about catching up with them later. Her feet carried her away from them, set on blending in with the crowd to hide away from the man whose lips she could still feel pressed against hers, the man whose words still rang in her ears to remind her that he was her father’s best friend and that all of it had been a mistake.

It was foolish of her to think that she could hide away from him, all too aware of the secret he and his family had managed to keep for all these years. But she couldn’t talk to him, not even when their night together had happened years and years ago, his words were still too loud in her mind, his touch still too prominent.

“(Y/n)!” His voice shook through her body as his cold hand softly clamped down around her wrist. She was forced to a halt again, getting lost in the eyes that had once looked at her with something she hadn’t felt before, something reminding her of love and longing.

“Yes?” Her voice was strained, held back by the strength she used to keep herself somewhat composed. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to give in to the hurt she had managed to deal with for so long. The walls she had built around herself were tall and strong, she didn’t want to risk him tearing them down all over again.

Carlisle stared down at her for a moment, pondering over his words before he let go of her. He stood a step back with his jaw clenched and his eyes turning into a darker shade, “It’s good to see you.”

And then he left her side without another word.

……

She had felt his eyes on her the whole time, even at dinner where he had been sitting a few tables over. Everywhere she went, (y/n) felt his gaze lingering, leaving her torn between the way her body was aching for his closeness and the anger she still felt.

With a relieved sigh she stepped out of her shoes after entering her hotel room, ready to pass out and sleep the day away. All her mind could focus on was Carlisle, the man she had never been able to let go of and perhaps never will.

She didn’t get far, frozen on her way to the bathroom as the sound of somebody knocking on her door reached her. Slowly, (y/n) walked back towards the entrance, already having a suspicion of who was standing on the other side.

She could only stare up at him, letting her eyes take in his handsome features before wordlessly stepping aside to let Carlisle in. For a moment or two, they let silence engulf them, wrapping itself around them as (y/n) sat down on the bed.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I am sorry I didn’t reach out and I’m sorry for leaving you like that. That wasn’t fair on you.” Carlisle kept his distance as he spoke, fingers interlaced in front of himself while he kept his eyes focused on her frowning features.

“You’re right, it wasn’t fair. Especially calling it a mistake when we both know it wasn’t one.” His jaw muscles ticked in anger, staring at her with something she couldn’t pinpoint - anger, annoyance and perhaps a speck of guilt. Whatever it was, it made her stomach sink, forced to accept that both could never escape the tension lingering between them.

“It was a mistake, (y/n)! I’m your father’s best friend, and so much older than you. This isn’t fair on you.” The last part of his rambling left her frozen, wondering if he had meant to voice it out like that. She cocked her head to the side while studying him for a moment or two.

“Not fair on me? What does that mean, Carlisle?” The sigh leaving him was stronger than anticipated, making him appear more confused and torn than she had ever seen him before. Something inside of her spurred her on to reach out her hand for him to take, to pull him closer before he settled on the mattress next to her.

“It was wrong of me to feel that way about you, (y/n). You deserve someone you can be with, someone your age who can be by your side whenever you need them to, and not somebody you’d have to hide.” Slowly, his hand was placed on her knee, squeezing it softly before trying to pull away again. But (y/n) was faster, settling her warm hand on top of his cold one to keep him close.

“But that’s my choice to make, isn’t it?” Her voice was low, barely carrying any strength as she looked at their hands. Perhaps it was foolish of her to chase something she hadn’t been able to reach for in years, something she should have gotten over years ago. And yet she couldn’t, she was drawn to Carlisle Cullen like a moth to a flame, like a trail of blood leading him straight to her fatal end.

“This isn’t right, sweetheart.” His pained voice drew her gaze up to him, getting lost in the pupils that have watched the world change for the past three hundred and so years. Carlisle let go of her hand as he stood to his full height, chasing the distance once again to leave her behind with a heavy heart.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, try to get some sleep in.” And with those words he left her alone with her darkening thoughts.

……

Her eyes were drawn to his frame at any given chance while she held her talk. (Y/n) could barely focus on her presentation, fully focusing on Carlisle and the proud expression tugging on his features. Their conversation from yesterday evening kept replaying in her mind, leaving her distracted by the emotions whispering to her.

She knew that they couldn’t leave things like that, they needed to have another talk, even though she wasn’t sure what else was left to be shared. Ever since that night she had wondered if there was something she could have said to him, something to beg Carlisle to fight for whatever had been lingering between them, words that had lost their meaning over the years.

“Thank you for your attention!” Her legs trembled as she walked off stage, hiding away in the hallway to try and collect herself. Her heart was pounding, and even though one could blame her nerves for it, she knew that Carlisle was the cause of it, distracting her from all things she needed to do at this conference.

“(Y/n),” his soft voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet his concerned ones. He was standing close, towering over her like a colossus. His hands found her arms, holding onto her while she took a few deep breaths. “Atta girl, you’ve done so well up there, I’m so proud of you.”

“Carlisle,” she choked on his name, letting her head rest against his chest while he pulled her in. The walls began to crash down one by one, leaving nothing but dusty clouds he walked through effortlessly. She lost all grip on her strength as she shifted her weight onto her toes to press her lips against his. A chance to chase whatever it was her heart was aching for, a moment of weakness that was about to lead their path into another direction.

He didn’t fight the kiss like she feared he would, only pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. This kiss felt nothing like the ones they had shared that one night years ago, it was rawer, filled with unspoken longings that had only grown over the years.

He broke the kiss with darkening eyes, letting his gaze wander down the hallway before he pulled her with him. Within moments she found herself pressed against the door of an empty room, engulfed by darkness. Their lips found back together like magnets made to fit as his hands shuffled her dress up to her waist.

“We shouldn’t do this.” Carlisle’s voice didn’t carry any strength, it seemed as if he tried to remind himself of his boundaries, trying to rip himself out of the waves of pleasure he was drowning in. Nothing but meaningless words that were forgotten the second her hands found his belt.

“We should, fuck, don’t you dare stop touching me, Carlisle.” She freed his hardening cock from his suit trousers, wrapping her hand around it while he pushed her damp panties aside. (Y/n) wrapped one leg around his waist, trapping him against her to try and keep him close in fear of him stepping away once again.

But it seemed as if Carlisle had long lost the fight, a victim to the emotions both couldn’t shake. His cold fingers circled her pulsing bundle, offering the perfect contrast to the heat swallowing her wholly.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re still so tight for me. Did you let somebody else fuck you?” She was almost embarrassed at the way she shook her head and mumbled a soft “No”. (Y/n) hadn’t been able to touch somebody else, not after experiencing what being with Carlisle was like. A groan left him, spurring her on to pump him faster, feeling him twitch against her hold.

“Will you fuck me? Please, Carlisle. Remind me of what it feels like to be yours.” (Y/n) was proud of herself for managing to speak coherent sentences, even though she was slowly losing her grip on reality. Her distraction only grew as Carlisle pushed her hand away from his cock to align himself with her dripping heat.

His lips found hers the second he pushed into her, forcing her tightness to adjust to him again after all these years. Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up, forcing both her legs around his waist to fuck her against the door. Darkness consumed every part of her body, guiding her through the sensation keeping her trapped.

Groans and curses left them both, clawing out of them while they fucked like they had dreamt of doing for years now. It felt almost too perfect to have him buried so deep inside of her, a perfect match both had been searching for for way too long.

“You feel like heaven, sweetheart. But fuck, you’re my downfall.” (Y/n) could only moan as a response to his rasped words, clinging to the man who fucked her harder and faster with every passing thrust. Her insides tingled, goosebumps littered her skin, all while giving every part of herself to the man she was still in love with.

“Carlisle,” she sobbed his name, head thrown back against the door, legs quivering around his waist. (Y/n) was close, ready to give her all to the man who fucked her with his mind set on drawing a powerful orgasm out of her. She scratched at his neck, trying to hold on but miserably failing to do so as she was thrown off the cliff.

Carlisle pressed his lips against hers to muffle her sounds, swallowing the moans clawing through her as he kept snapping his hips against hers. It took him a few more ferocious thrusts to follow her down the edge, to let go of a groan himself that vibrated on her lips.

She clung to him for a few more moments, needing to catch her breath before she could stand on her trembling feet again. Carlisle kept his grip on her waist, only letting go to redress himself before pulling (y/n) in again.

“Please don’t call this another mistake.” Her whispers left his heart aching, forcing him to shake his head before softly kissing her.

“I promise, sweetheart, this wasn’t and will never be a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you go and I will work hard to make up for our lost time.”

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vampiresawakenedmycravings · 2 months ago

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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

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vampiresawakenedmycravings · 2 months ago

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Hold me close - Prof!Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Summary: Let's be honest, this is pure pwp, prof!Carlisle worries about the reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, prof x student, reader is legal ofc, age gap

Pairing: Prof!Carlisle x fem!student!reader (1.8k words)

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“Nonsense, text me your address, I’ll be there in a few.”

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“Fuck, that was-” she struggled to find any words as he gave into a laugh rumbling through him, kissing (y/n) once again before he pulled out of her.

“It was. We can’t go back now, I hope you know that.” (Y/n) pulled him down once again, mumbling a “As if I’d ever want to go back” against his lips.

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