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panandinpain0 · 9 months

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Could I ask for an Edward Cullen x male reader where the reader is Bella’s best friend (who moved right after her)- He ends up becoming infatuated with him instead, and they just have a happy time??

This is Different...

Twilight timmmmeee- time to reach into the archives of my memories and pull random facts from my ass.

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <3

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Requested by: Anon

Edward Cullen x Male!Reader

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Bella had to kept telling herself to wait just one more week, because then (Y/N) would be there and she could vent to him about how weird this town was.

The two had grown up together in Arizona and were practically inseparable. Their parents did that thing where they were convinced Bella and (Y/N) were going to date and get married and all of that, which just isn't happening. But it made his dad easier to convince when they asked if (Y/N) could move to Forks, Washington with Bella.

(Y/N)'s parents had just gotten a divorce and his dad was moving anyways, and he was old enough that he just wanted to stay with his dad (and little sister that would come to visit every once in a while) until he was an adult.

So after Bella left to Forks, (Y/N) and his dad started packing their bags and started their trip.

Bella could not wait to tell him about the school, the weird but oddly charming students, and the standoffish Cullen family.

Finally the week came to an end and Charlie drove Bella to pick them up from the airport.

(Y/N)'s father, James, had planned to buy a car once they got to the new house, but Charlie had so kindly offered to drive them until he did get one.

At the airport Bella ran up to (Y/N) and he caught her in a hug, laughing at her eagerness.

"Looks like somebody missed me!" (Y/N) squeezed out a laugh, Bella cutting off his air supply with the grip of her hug.

"It's been absolute agony without you here, I have so much to tell you- and warn you about."

"Oh damn, that doesn't sound good," (Y/N) replied as Bella helped pick up one of his bags.

"It's crazy out here." She nodded, and the two shared a look that only childhood friends could share.

"Any cute guys?" they had a hushed conversation to the car, Charlie and James too wrapped up talking about fishing to pay attention.

"I'm sure you'd find them cute," Bella scoffed, throwing a teasing smile over her shoulder as she loaded the trunk.

(Y/N) scoffed back, betrayed at her diss.

"I'm sure you went for the stalker-ish one anyways." With a sly smirk he got into the backseat, closing the door on her denials.

...

(Y/N) had settled in, conveniently living next door to the Swan's house, and drove with Bella in her old truck to school that Monday.

"So, Jessica is into Mike and Angela is with Eric. And Tyler flirts with everybody, but nobody goes out with him?" (Y/N) recapped from the tangent of drama Bella had been giving him.

"Yup, pretty much," Bella confirmed, turning into the school parking lot.

"And all of the Cullen's are super hot- but they're dating each other?" (Y/N) asked, more suspiciously this time.

"Well, they're all adopted, but yes. Except for Edward- but I already told you what happened."

"Yeah the weird smelling thing and the he disappeared just to come back with a different eye color."

"They could just be colored contacts," Bella corrected, still not sure herself.

"Strange... Welp, let's do this," (Y/N) sighed as he got out of the passengers seat of the car.

Bella shrunk into his side, all of the attention on her once again. Last time it was because she was the new girl, but now it's because she had her attractive best friend with her.

"Yo, Bella!" Mike called out, giving (Y/N) a confused glare.

Bella waved back and started walking over, (Y/N) following at her side. Leaning down to whisper in her ear (Y/N) held back a laugh, "You left out the part about Mike's crush on you."

Bella just rolled her eyes as they met up with the group.

"Everybody, (Y/N)- (Y/N), everybody," Bella lazily introduced.

"You just moved here, right?" Angela asked, holding Eric's hand as they lent up against Tyler's van behind them.

"Yes, I did. I grew up with Bella in Arizona and where she goes I go," (Y/N) laughed, nudging Bella in the side jokingly.

That's when he noticed her distracted state. Following her line of sight he realized she was staring at a car full of probably the most attractive people he'd ever seen.

"Who's that?" (Y/N) asked the group, acting clueless to get more information.

"Those are the Cullen's-" Jessica jumped right into the rant about their family.

When she was done she came closer to (Y/N), grabbing hold of his hand as she batted her eyelashes at him. "Let me show you around!"

Shrugging, (Y/N) waved to Bella, who rolled her eyes at Jessica's obvious flirting.

...

"Where'd you find that guy? He's so hot," Jessica gushed to Bella at lunch. (Y/N) hadn't sat down yet so she'd finally gotten a second to ask.

"We grew up together- he wasn't that hot when we first met, trust me," Bella almost snorted, playing with the food on her tray.

"You guys aren't like..." trailing off she wiggled her eyebrows to imply.

"No- god, no," Bella laughed. "He's like my brother."

"Oh, good. Less competition then," Jessica sighed.

"I don't think you'll be having much luck either, Jessica," Angela pointed out, nodding in (Y/N)'s direction.

He was flirting with some guy in the lunch line, the guys face bright red as he laughed at something (Y/N) had said.

Jessica looked heartbroken but Angela and Bella just laughed about it.

When (Y/N) finally joined them Bella raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" (Y/N) shrugged indignantly, opening his milk carton.

"Not even a full day in and you're already jumping on them," Bella teased, popping a grape into her mouth.

"Hey, you told me there wasn't any cute guys here, I just wanted to see what he was like," (Y/N) protested. "I didn't even like him that much. Kind of a dick."

Hearing a sudden and loud snort of laughter, (Y/N) and Bella turned around to see the Cullen's lunch table, Edward hiding his face as he looked towards the windows as his siblings glared at (Y/N). Or maybe they just all had RBF- save for the short girl with the pixie-like hair. She smiled at (Y/N) and waved, so he waved back.

"They're so weird," Jessica whispered as she dug into her lunch.

"How much have you actually talked to them?" (Y/N) questioned, taking a bite of his apple.

Jessica didn't answer for a minute, looking kind of embarrassed. Angela rolled her eyes, answering for her. "Once- and it was Edward rejecting her."

(Y/N) snorted and then apologized, "Sorry. It just seems like you're holding a grudge on people you barely know." He then changed the subject, not wanting to make an enemy out of Jessica.

She really seemed like a good friend, he didn't want to go pushing her buttons, that'd be mean.

...

"Mr. Molina, it's nice to meet you. I'm your new student, (Y/N)."

"Ahh, Mr. (L/N), is it?" (Y/N) nodded. "You can sit in front of Edward Cullen. You're lucky we had an empty seat," he joked, pointing to where he was talking about.

That was when (Y/N) got his good first look at Edward Cullen. His gaze was intense, just like Bella had said, but it was less scary than she described it.

Seemed like a guy worth getting to know.

Walking over to the desk with Bella, (Y/N) held out his hand to Edward. "You're Edward Cullen, right? Mr. Molina told me to sit in front of you, but I've heard stories and wanted to introduce myself." He smiled confidently.

Edward hesitantly took his hand and shook it, (Y/N) not reacting to the hard coldness of his skin.

Or at least he didn't show it- (Y/N) was immediately thrown off but didn't want to put off this attractive guy.

"Like you said, I'm Edward. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." (Y/N) winked and sat in his chair, not looking back at Edward or Bella once.

Bella just rolled her eyes with good nature. She'd seen him do this before, if she'd felt uncomfortable or threatened by someone, (Y/N) would draw the attention to himself. That's what worked about their friendship, he could take the attention that she didn't want.

At the end of class, (Y/N) packed up his things and then helped Bella do the same. He waved to Edward with a "Bye!" and they left.

Out in the parking lot his siblings all waited for him by the car.

"What's up?" Emmett asked, his arm around Rosalie.

Alice squealed, "Oh! It happened, didn't it? I thought it was Bella at first but then I saw him and just knew it would happen!" She jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

"What happened?" Rosalie questioned again, Jasper smirking as he sensed Edward's emotions.

"He fell in love," Alice stage-whispered. She was teasing him, of course, but Edward grumbled all the same.

They all piled into the car but before Edward got in he looked across the lot to see (Y/N) leaning on the truck hood talking to Bella.

He hadn't fallen in love. He couldn't- not with a human.

With Bella it was just an obscene thirst... but this was different.

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Sorry to cut this short, I wouldn't be opposed to writing more for this! I just think this is a good ending and leaves an open spot for a potential part 2!

Hope you liked it anon!

-Author Max <3

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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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head in the stars, only night wanderers can read you | edward cullen x male!reader

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a/n — if i say this is crackfic will y'all like it-

summary — Edward hears some desperate thoughts about himself and decides to give into his nature.

warnings — 18+! smut, spit kink, blood kink, biting kink, dead dove don't eat

words — 2.6k

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God, all I wanted him to do was make me his slut. His whore. His anything, so long as I became his.

Funny. The human mind created something out of nothing, astonishing to Edward as he heard them come to life with a capriciousness. Words were processed and controlled, even halfway through a sentence. Thoughts were left unaltered. He could almost hear the synapses setting themselves on fire, catching this person in a fiery embarrassment when a second thought erupted.

Fuck, I shouldn't be thinking that. Isn't he, like, a super-senior?

The voice echoed in his head, and Edward let out a low chuckle at the slip of profanity. Normally, he wouldn't have caught wind of this, as Edward had years of experience choosing what to tune out and acknowledge as nothing but someone else's business. If he so pleased, he could listen to them, but it was like standing in a stadium full of people: it was a choice to either single someone out or let it all mesh together. But the thought was so direct—so passionate—that he had no choice but to be subjected to the unspoken words.

He presented himself calmly, standing perfectly upright. There was a small quirk of his lips moving upward as he spoke, "Don't worry, it's mutual."

"What?" You asked, yet even to stand from the routine call of the bell. Edward surmised that your question was simply a way of playing dumb, as your voice unspokenly echoed something different. Stay calm, he doesn't know, does he?

Everyone passed in droves around the two of you, paying no mind to the conversation taking place.

"I think I feel the same way," he admitted.

Really, me?

"Really? How did you know?"

He's so perfect, even here. Even now. I must have a fever—there's no way this is real.

"I figured it out a few moments ago," he bluffed, "you stare at me like you're in a trance."

Fuck. Edward didn't break eye contact with you, making the crinkle under his eyes from smiling easily visible to you. He couldn't believe he made you feel like this.

"You think you feel the same way?" This must be a joke.

"I'm just not sure," Edward paused for only a moment to search for the best way to describe his point, "if us doing anything together is a good idea."

Is he closeted?

You stood, finally getting to his level, "I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."

You started slipping a backpack strap over your should, ready to start walking with the remaining crowd of people in the cafeteria to your next class. Unfortunately, you didn't share the class with Edward, so he would have to wait to continue this until later.

"Oh, by all odds, I would never have an issue with that. I'm referring to the fact that I might like things that you wouldn't be too keen on trying." People were freaks back then; historical recorders simply chose to omit those details. Edward was more than happy to try something taboo. "So, that's definitely not an issue."

You planned to say something else—what exactly that was, you weren't sure. Did he have a cell phone? Would he feel comfortable giving you his e-mail? What was he even trying to get with this conversation? You formulated a whole list of questions, unsure of where to start, but by the time you thought of the first one to ask, he was gone. He must have vanished into the crowd, you assumed.

Taking the long way to the class, dreading physics as it was arguably the worst subject you performed in, something came at you with a force and speed that was impossible. Well, you might have been wrong about that, but the pace at which your surroundings changed wasn't normal. That you knew. What you couldn't have known was who—or what—drug you to the bathroom faster than the speed of sound.

What the fuck was that?

Edward heard the panic in your thoughts, your blood rushing faster as the adrenaline kicked itself up, and attempted to sound reassuring, "It's just me."

"Jesus, you could have asked to meet up," you protested.

He held you close, ushering your back into the porcelain sink. The smell of your blood paled in comparison to some of the others he caught wind of, but he couldn't deny that it smelled delectable, regardless.

His words were soft, "Do you want this? I need to know before anything else."

You held a hand to his stone-like chest, staring into his dark eyes, "Yes, it's all I need."

Silently and hastily, without a single breath taken, he kissed you. He feared physical touch, running from it for decades, but in the end, it would never matter. His urges told him to kill you now, but time would kill you later. In the meager minutes away from you, he deliberated between two ideas: an intensely idiotic and risky move with a great payoff or a life of not knowing. Sometimes, hearing the things coming from other people's heads made it go to his own, and he caved. He took the risk, and let himself exist outside of hiding. He would have preferred to hold it forever, but you would have to resurface for air at some point so he pulled away.

"I do need something from you first. . ." He dragged, fearing to finish the sentence. How would you react? There was time to think about it later, near the time when he would ask for forgiveness. Maybe that would be in one hundred years or tomorrow, depending on how this moment went. And, in one swift dive, sharp teeth and cold lips met the warm skin of your neck.

He could feel you tense at the action, easing into it until you realized that he had bitten down until blood was drawn from two holes in the side of your carotid. Your mind held no words, but Edward felt something ruminating on the outer edges of your thoughts—a creeping feeling of actually enjoying it. You thought about shoving him away and running out of the bathroom, but he could catch up to you. He could kill you with nothing but his bare hands if he wanted; his speed was enough to prove it. There was a strange sensation of your blood flowing elsewhere beside your neck. You placed a hand on the cool sink behind you for support, helping him feast on you.

The thin layer punctured, blood spewed from the aorta and, with nowhere else to go, pooled in Edward's mouth. He swallowed the stream, taking strong gulps at first until he weaned himself down to small sips. He pulled away with an ichoric kiss comprised of saliva and blood to the wound, inking the area with red as if it were a craven lip stain.

"You taste perfect," he mumbled. As always, he wanted to drain you of everything you had. Your blood tasted complex, and he wanted to keep it as a thing to be served over every meal—preferably all while your heart still pumped.

A stream of red coursed out of your neck after the initial, along with a benign sting from his piercing. The lack of which acted as an etherizing pain-killer. The pain was there but only reminded you that you simply had to exist so as to be below Edward.

Skin tickling with warmth, he had never felt more dead in his life. He seemed to be reminiscing of a time long ago, eyes golden and lost.

After a moment, his eyes fell on you, and he started to feel unsettled as he set into his more human qualities. His compassion returned, tearing off his shirt and balling it up. His cold fingers brushed your neck as he placed the cloth on your cuts. "Here—for the blood."

Edward was impossibly near you, the sweet scent of lilac and honey wafting toward you now that he was shirtless. You only saw them for a moment, but his impeccable white teeth were a violent red as if he pulled a tooth out with no pain, only letting the blood pool and spill out. His chin, messy and incarnadine with your blood.

"What was all that for?" Your voice was weak and pitiful. You didn't think of anything that would suggest you were mad, solely curious.

In response, he undid the buckle of his belt and everything about his jeans. The sounds created a symphony of anticipation inside you, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing him. He didn't fully remove them, not wanting to tear his hand away from your source of bleeding, so he awkwardly shuffled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Out sprung his cock, thick and reaching. It was the real monster here, searching for something to pierce.

You needed something else to think about for a moment, to combobulate yourself from that fact. "Does it—do I taste good?"

His thumb grazed from your jaw to your lips. "Open."

You listened, and he pursed his lips, tilting your head back with the hold on your chin and on your neck. A wad of saliva slipped past—red and glistening in the harsh lighting overhead. It landed directly in your mouth, and it tasted awful—bitter and metallic plaguing your taste buds. His saliva was worse than medical styptic. You jerked from Edward's touch and turned to the sink, ready to spit it out and rinse the horrid taste out of your mouth until Edward stopped you.

"Swallow."

Knowing what he could do, you listened to him again. His perceptive hearing picked up on your obedience as the softest swallow fell on his ears. You turned back to face him only to see a smirk on his face, "Good boy."

His hearing picked up on something else, too: the sound of where your blood gushed and circulated. Every place it reached, he knew of and was happy to know the steely rush to your crotch at his acts.

“Let’s see how good you listen,” he teased, baring his fangs in a confident simper to show the capability of his power. His hands fell on your bottoms, undoing them but going only that far. "You can touch yourself, but I want to see how long you can resist the temptation."

"Okay," you agreed, painfully disrespecting yourself by refusing the opportunity. A God stood before you, lean and chiseled, someone who exceeded more than words could describe. Even your thoughts couldn't capture it all, how perfect he looked—even bloody—and how his smooth voice cooed in your ear.

Edward, his cock still hanging out with impatience, lifted it with one hand while the other cautiously peeled the stained cloth from your skin and tossed it into the bowl of the sink behind you. The blood clotted and the stream stopped. His voice echoed a soft, "Turn around."

His hand dug between your skin and the fabric of your clothes, pushing down your bottoms. Cold fingertips circled your entrance, toying with the nerves by lightly tracing the ring of it over and over again. Edward promised himself that he would take you home and take things slower the next time. For now, he settled on using some of his spit on his dick, lathering himself in a mix of gushy blood and welled-up salivation.

His entrance was quick, just like his many other acts, but it did not go unnoticed. His size was invading, reaching and stretching into places it didn't belong. From his view, your hold looked filled by his wide girth, and he only hoped that he was long enough for it to feel good on your end.

His soft, golden eyes reflected in the mirror. He tried to gauge a reaction from you, his senses so high that he had trouble discerning your thoughts for a moment. After a few hip swings, lowering himself from the sensation of feeling slick warmth heating a fraction of him up, he could finally hear the thoughts swirling in your head.

Fuck, he feels so good! So painful. . .

He leaned into you, his gaunt chest pressing into you. He turned his head to your ear and uttered, "I want to hear it—out loud. You know what I mean."

You lulled your head back into him as he caused your whole body to shake with each thrust, "I need more of you, Edward. Fuck, I need it all."

His neck craned down, and his head followed, catching a whiff of the dried blood on your neck and placing a kiss on it, "Of course."

Deeper he went, slamming his hips further into you with a heightened desire. His full weight rested on you as a result but swiftly repositioned his hands onto the sink, covering yours. The smack of dead skin to flourishing skin echoed in the small enclosure. Edward was stiff, slipping up that he had to feign some sort of human reaction for a moment. He stopped forcing himself to breathe or blink, focused only on making your heart quicken and hearing that sweet red nectar rush through you like a high tide.

"Degrade me," you spat out. "Call me every name you got."

"You're a harlot—a whore, my slut," he growled. He sounded genuine. "Everything under the bright moon is mine, including you."

That did it for both of you. Edward kept his hips firmly pressed against your ass, the pressure causing the porcelain sink to start cracking under your hands. His cock flooded your insides with sticky white come, and you felt the crotch of your pants dampen as a mound of pressure released itself.

"Technically, you listened, but I was hoping to leave school early and head to my house."

"We can still go, if you want?" You offered while picking up the bloodied shirt from the sink and rinsing out the stains if left on the sides of the bowl.

"I think we have a project to work on—it might take a few days," he slyly suggested.

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iconicstoner · 9 months

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love bites & apologies

gn!reader x jasper hale

words: 1960

summary: when Jasper accidentally leaves marks on y/n’s neck after kissing them, he has to figure out how to make it up to them and their parents.

“Sugar, you are so sweet,” Jasper’s words came out like a husky southern growl, just centimeters away from your face. Slowly, his hands push through your hair as his icy lips move down your neck. He sends a chill down your spine with the feeling of his cold touch, and yet your whole body feels hot with pleasure. Just as Jasper begins to pin you down, his lips still grazing your warm neck, the sound of someone clearing their throat startles both of you. The two of you turn to face the person quickly, and embarrassment adorns your face when you realize who caught you. Jasper releases the firm grip he had on you and raises his eyebrows at the towering lean figure standing in the doorway.

“Y’know, I can hear all your thoughts, and usually that would be helpful, but I don’t want to hear,” Edward pauses to glance between the two of you, “those thoughts.” Your face flushes with embarrassment, and Jasper’s would too, if he was still capable of it.

“I’ll have you know, from the moment you met Bella, I could feel every emotion you felt about her, and that was ten times worse. Do you know how awkward it is to feel lust emitting from the house, just to find out it’s coming from your brother?” A smirk is still etched onto Jasper’s face as he finishes drawing out the words with his charming Southern accent. Edward tenses with embarrassment, and he doesn’t say anything for a long time, considering what Jasper knows. Then, as he begins to look back between the couple sprawled out on Jasper's bed, he begins to laugh.

“Why is he doing that?” you ask in a low mumble. Jasper gives Edward a look of confusion, before turning to you. The second he sees you, his face drops, no longer smirking, and he is in utter shock.

“Oh, Emmett is gonna love this,” Edward says between laughs. Before Edward even finished his sentence Emmett was standing at his side with just the mention of his name. When he looked into the room, he burst into laughter too.

“Nice one, Jasper!” Emmett exclaims as he pats Jasper’s shoulder with intense force, almost knocking Jasper, who is in a trance-like state, over. “It’s like you’re all grown up. Quite the cowboy,” He says, sarcastically. Your confusion is palpable to the brothers, but before you can even ask, Edward is pointing a small handheld mirror at you, giving you a great view of your neck. It’s almost entirely purplish-red from all the places Jasper had been kissing you. You let out a gasp that causes all laughter to cease.

“I’d love to help you,” Edward said with a smile, almost as if he was enjoying this moment, “but since Vampires don’t have blood, we don’t have this problem.” As his brothers spoke, Jasper stood to the side, continuing to look down at you with a slight horror at the mistake he made.

“We could try makeup? I know Rosalie has a ton somewhere around here,” Emmett suggests, at least trying to be helpful.

“Going home with pasty white makeup all over your neck is almost more suspicious than just letting people see the hickeys,” Edward said to Emmett playfully. “And also, curfew is in fifteen minutes, so I’d hurry home,” Edward says to you, knowing this will only be worse if you also break your curfew.

Before you’d even had time to think of a plan, Jasper was already ushering you to the car. He raced down the slick asphalt to your house in the silver Jeep. The car was completely silent the whole drive, but Jasper kept a firm grip on your thigh with his right hand. Emmett and Edward were in the back, and as you pull into the driveway, you can only hope your parents won’t kill you.

“Hold on,” Jasper says, his cool hand touches your jaw, and he leans in to give you a soft, cold, longing kiss, “just in case it’s the last time,” he mumbles into your ear as he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss.

“They can’t ground me for as long as you're alive,” you remark playfully.

“Yes, but they can ground you for as long as you’re alive,” he says, with a sweet syrupy quality to his voice. His hand slowly and delicately traces down your jaw until it's back in his atmosphere again. You crave to grab his hand or to press his skin against yours for just one last second, but you know you can’t look like this and be late. You climb out of the Jeep, step inside your house, and close the door behind you, but Jasper doesn’t take the Jeep out of park.

“What are we doing, Jasper?” Emmett questions uneasily.

“Jasper wants to know what y/n’s parents are going to feel when they see what happened,” Edward explained, already knowing what Jasper was thinking, which was helpful because Jasper would give anything not to speak right now. No one said anything for a moment, but then Jasper tensed, sitting up a little straighter. Edward slumped back, seeming almost uncomfortable by what was happening. Emmett could tell this meant that your parents had noticed, and things didn’t seem good.

“I can feel their emotions. It’s so strong that I can hardly distort them, at least not from this far.” Jasper paused after the words left his mouth, but he didn’t move. “What are they thinking, Edward?”

“I don’t want to say,” Edward said monotonously. Emmett stiffened, and for someone so hard to miss, he seemed to wash away with the tension of the moment.

“Tell me,” Jasper demanded. The brothers sat very still for a very long time before anyone spoke again. The sound of chirping crickets filled their ears, and the stars shined down on them. However, they didn't notice any of their surroundings, as they focused their attention on what was happening in your house.

“They think you’re a freak,” he paused, for what felt like centuries, before saying, “They want you two to break up.” Before Edward can continue, Jasper put the car in reverse and sped home so fast that even Edward wanted to suggest slowing down.

“What am I going to do?” Jasper asked as he opened the front door to the Cullen's house. Emmett and Edward shuffled in behind him without a word.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n’s parents,” Emmet advised.

“You’re going to have to make it up to y/n too,” as soon as the words escaped Edward's mouth Emmett and Jasper were staring at him, waiting for an explanation. “When I was listening to their thoughts, y/n was mad that you weren’t more careful.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Jasper said, his voice full of exasperation.

A week passes, and somehow Jasper finds himself standing next to Carlisle at your doorstep.

“Jasper, I’m surprised you asked me to do this for you,” Carlisle says quietly as he taps his stone-cold hand against your front door. “This relationship must mean a lot to you.” The door opens before their conversation continues, and they’re greeted with your father's presence. Days had passed since Jasper had gotten to see you. After what happened last week, Jasper called your house, but when your father answered, he told Jasper to never call back again. Jasper had hoped he’d be able to talk with you at school, but you anxiously avoided him, and he wasn’t looking to upset you anymore. It was the slowest week of his 160-year-old life.

“It’s great to see you. I’m Dr. Cullen, Jasper’s father. I was wondering if we could have a word?” Your father is hesitant at the question, but allows the two of them to come inside. The three of them sit at the dining table that your mother is already occupying. As they sit, Jasper nervously fumbles with his hands, worried that his plan to involve Carlisle as his ‘father’ wouldn’t work the way he hoped.

“Jasper,” you say as you walk into the kitchen, surprised to see them, “and Carlisle, what’s going on?” You make your way to the table and sit down on the far end, with Jasper on one side of you, and your father on the other. Jasper could feel the nervousness emitting from you, and it almost matched his own. He wanted to grab on to you and never let go as he took in your intoxicating scent and warm skin, but instead, he settled for inconspicuously placing a hand on your knee and hoping your family didn’t notice.

“I wanted to discuss with you all what happened last week,” Carlisle said, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. When he said the words, almost everyone in the room had their eyes on your (no longer purple) neck. Except for Jasper, who was looking deep into your eyes as if they could heal him or ease his pain. “What Jasper did was irresponsible, and I do not condone that kind of behavior. We have both raised two very responsible, mature, and sensible kids. As disapproving as I am, what they did was not dangerous. Our children had the self-control to stop themselves before things got too out of hand. I know these kids make each other happy, and I believe we should continue to let them see each other.” Carlisle hardly gave anyone time to speak as he felt the disapproval radiate off your parents. “And if it would make you more comfortable, they don’t have to be together at my house anymore. At least not alone.” There was a long pause after Carlisle finished speaking, as if what he said compelled everyone to silence. Jasper gently squeezed your knee and glanced at you hopefully.

“I’ll agree that they continue to see each other, on the condition that they can only be alone together in public, or at our house, with the doors open, while we are home.” It might sound like a big ask, but Jasper knew how secretive and creative Edward was with Bella, and for someone so special to him, he was willing to try and be just as sneaky for you. The idea of sneaking into your bedroom late at night filled him with excitement, and he quickly thought of all the ways he could climb into your bed without your family noticing.

“I think we can agree to that,” Carlisle said with a wide smile and stood up to shake your father’s hand. Jasper smiled eagerly as he stood up, beckoning you to stand too, and wrapped you into a hug. Even if his skin was glacial, he still warmed your heart. You attempted to suppress your excited laugh as Jasper kissed your cheek.

“Hey,” your father called out disapprovingly, causing Jasper to loosen his grip around you.

“What?” you mused, “the doors are open?” Jasper tried to hide his smile in your hair as your parents let out a collective sigh.

“Don’t push it you two,” Carlisle said just loud enough for only you two to hear. He threw the two of you a knowing wink as he made his way back to the front door. Jasper smiled in a way you’d never seen before and slightly adjusted so his back was facing your parents. Gently, he leaned down to kiss you one more time. This time, he let his cold lips meet yours, and even if it was just for a second, you could feel every ounce of his love.

“See you soon, darlin’,” he said with a hushed sultry southern accent. Next time you two were together, he planned on continuing what you never got to finish.

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theodorelore · 10 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞..

↱ platonic!cullen family x human!reader

↱ he/him pronouns

↱ cw: none

↱ a/n: requests are open

↱ you were adopted by carlisle and esme when you were seven years old. they had stumbled across you by accident- you had been an orphan for the last month, barely getting by from the scraps people had slipped you out of pity.

↱ they didn’t warn the siblings, knowing that they probably wouldn’t be very happy bringing a stray child home with them. and trust me, they weren’t happy

↱ they weren’t mad, per say, but they weren’t very accepting of it at first. the only person who welcomed you with open arms was alice. the rest choose to spend time away from you, afraid of accidentally hurting you.

↱ you weren’t told that they were vampires at first. actually, you were the one to figure it out and the one to ask carlisle about it (he wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud of how fast you put it together.)

↱ then slowly the others start to consider you as their new brother and wouldn’t change anything for the world (though you suspect that alice had something to do with their sudden change in attitude).

↱ the years go by and suddenly, you’re not their baby brother anymore. well you still are in their eyes, just not as a baby anymore.

↱ still, they enjoy playing childish games with you (no matter how long or loud you complain for, they still make you play.) you always lose at tag, considering your siblings can run at superhuman speed and they don’t slow down for you.

↱ each of your siblings have their own ways of showing love- edward always knows when you can’t sleep and will softly play the piano from his room, knowing that you can hear it from your room, and that it’ll put you to sleep.

↱ alice will forcible take you shopping. she doesn’t care if it’s too early, or if your in a bad mood, she’ll make you leave the house with her and return hours later with bags and bags of clothes, books, and anything else you happened to look at while out.

↱ rosalie’s the type of sister who you always come to for advice. it doesn’t matter the type of advice your looking for, trust her, she has a suggestion that will usually always work.

↱ emmett’s quite literally is the sibling who wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, yet be the first to tackle you to the ground while play-fighting. it seriously got to a point where esme had to ban all forms of fighting with you because she was afraid something would happen to you.

↱ and jasper- he wasn’t quite fond of you at first, choosing to stay farther and longer away from you then the others because he was afraid of accidentally hurting you. of course, he learned to control himself, and started to slowly hang around you more. you weren’t having that at all, so you basically made him hang out with you all. the. time. you’ll never admit it, but he’s your favorite brother

#male reader #platonic x reader #twilight x reader #edward cullen x reader #alice cullen x reader #emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #esme cullen x reader

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cece693 · 3 months

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You're Edward?! Pt. 1 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

I don't know why, but this turned out to be more of flirty! male reader than anything else. Yet, I still hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn't stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn't anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single.

M/n was crazy. Who in their right mind would travel all the way from [hometown] to Forks, Washington just because their best friend was feeling uncomfortable around a teenage boy? Exactly, no one. But this was Bella we're talking about. No, m/n wasn't madly in love with her, but he was protective of his friends. Given the situation he was currently facing with his parents, m/n was grateful the Swans had opened their doors and taken him in, no questions asked. So sue him if he went off the rails when Bella confided that this so-called Edward was making her uncomfortable to the point where she switched classes.

Clutching the steering wheel, m/n drove down the slippery road, sighing in relief when the "Welcome to Forks" sign became visible through the sprinkling rain. His stuff was in the trunk, and m/n knew it would be much easier if he stopped first at the Swan residence. However, if he wanted to confront this Edward guy, he had to floor it. There was only an hour left, and if he was lucky, m/n would arrive at the high school and surprise both Bella and Edward as school ended.

He wanted to talk things through with the guy; clear any confusion he and Bella had, but m/n was prepared if things turned physical. He couldn't tell you how many times boys, thinking they were hot shots, faced m/n, only to regret it when they were the ones being taken to the hospital. M/n didn't want to toot his own horn, but who would mess with a guy who had a reputation for being a shit-stirrer and fighter? No one smart, that's for sure.

Mumbling along to [favorite song], m/n finally reached the town's high school and grinned in delight, seeing that he had five minutes to spare. Parking quite a few feet from the school's entrance, m/n turned off his car, opting to listen to the steady and calming sound of rain hitting the roof of his car. Five minutes was nothing to the days he had planned this little visit. M/n chuckled, remembering how Bella warned him to stay put, that she had this under control, but where's the fun in that?

Looking at the car's dashboard, m/n noticed that one minute remained before a loud bell echoed throughout the building. As if by magic, a wave of students immediately flooded the parking lot, yet none were the ones m/n was looking for. Students stared at his car in confusion, yet m/n made no move to get out.

"What's taking her so long?" he murmured to himself, growing impatient. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, m/n stilled when noticing an old, brown jacket among the crowd. His jacket, to be exact. Getting out of his car, m/n speedily walked toward Bella, who was surrounded by what appeared to be her friends, and threw his arm around her.

"Ahh!" She screamed, clutching her backpack tightly as if to swing it, before relaxing upon hearing m/n's loud laughter.

"Everytime." He chuckled, laughing harder when Bella turned to him with an exasperated expression and punched his shoulder. "Well, that's no way to say hello." m/n faked hurt, jutting out his lip and pulling the puppy eyes.

"Oh, shut up!" Bella finally smiled, giving him a hug which m/n returned wholeheartedly. Pulling away, m/n finally paid attention to the people Bella was talking to: two girls and three boys, to be exact. Smiling, m/n was about to introduce himself, when one of the boys (the blonde one) rudely asked—"Are you her boyfriend?"

Raising his eyebrow, m/n looked at Bella in amusement—if his hunch was correct this was Mike. The boy who couldn't accept Bella's rejection. She so owed him after this.

"Yes." M/n replied, watching how one of the girl's expressions fell, "I'm Bella's boyfriend. You're Mike, right? My girlfriend told me so much about you." Not hiding the fake sweetness in his voice, m/n nodded at the other boys, "You must be Eric and Tyler." His tone wasn't questioning, m/n knew who they were, so it was hilarious watching as the boys mumbled hello's and tried to make up excuses so they could leave.

"Hey, I have to start my shift at my parent's store."

"Can you give me a ride, Mike?"

"Me too."

Not bothering to wave goodbye, m/n looked at the girls: Jessica was failing to mask her jealousy, teeth clenched together, while Angela (bless her soul) sweetly smiled and congratulated them. "Thank you." M/n replied, "But I really have to talk to my girlfriend. Bye now." Grabbing Bella's hand, m/n walked to the vintage, faded orange/red truck.

"I can't believe you just did that." Bella whispered to m/n when they were safely inside the truck. The rain hadn't stopped, so the pair were drenched, yet when Bella offered to take them home, m/n denied. He was still waiting for the infamous Edward to arrive. Even while doing that whole spectacle, m/n looked for the boy. Copper hair, pale skin, and gold eyes couldn't be easily overlooked.

"That doesn't sound like a thank you, m/n, now boys will finally stop asking me out and I can instead focus on getting together with Jake." Watching in amusement as Bella turned a pretty pink, m/n looked out the truck's window and suddenly gasped. "You got to be joking..."

Now, when Bella told him about Edward, m/n conjured a picture in his mind of the boy. Yet, nothing prepared him to gaze upon the Adonis of a man strutting his stuff while crossing the parking lot.

"That's Edward!?" M/n exclaimed, not daring to take his eyes off the boy. "Bella, why didn't you tell me he's a hottie?"

#the twilight saga #twilight #x male reader #male reader #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #the cullens #jacob black #twilight saga #fanfic #rosalie hale #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #emmett cullen #charlie swan #forks washington

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malexmalesstuff · 11 months

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Can I request Robert Pattinson x shy Boyfriend reader where Robert takes the readers virginity and lets the reader fuck his mouth and ass while praising the reader?

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Robert Pattinson x Male Reader

warnings: this isn’t good smut. reader is 19, Robert his current age. Age gap. sad reader, kinda depressed reader? Angst ig. Shy soft dom reader. Bottom Robert. idk kinda ditched the request sorry. Girl idk what tense i wrote this in

A/n: Realised i hate writing smut.

A/n: Couldn’t think of anything further. 300 likes, 50 reblogs for a part 2.

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“I’m home!” I heard Robert say, then a bang. You flinched, like you always do. The door was always so loud, for no reason. He just came back from filming his new movie, ‘the batman.’ He was away filming for about 4 months, not including the months during and before covid-19.

Hearing his voice, made me smile. I missed him, I missed his smile, I missed his hugs, i missed his everything. There was a difference in hearing his voice over the phone and in real life.

You felt this warmth inside you once you saw him walking in the living room, a warmth that had been gone for a long time. You tried to smile, but you hadn’t been feeling the happiest for awhile, your smile was weak. But you tried your best.

“Hey baby, are you okay?” He asked me, noticing my forced smile. I felt so weak, and happy at the same time. He rushed walked over to the big couch i was on, getting on his knees to hug me.

“Yes, i’m okay.” I lied to him, my voice was weak. As we pulled out of the hug, i grabbed his face. “please, never leave so unannounced like that ever again.” I tell him, as i feel my eyes tear up. Trying my best not to breakdown. My vision went blurry, and breathing became harder to control.

As Robert tried to speak, no words came out. His eyes started to tear up aswell, he was lost for words. Regret was the only emotion he showed, it was loud. His jaw sharpened, and he chocked on his own words.

“I-i’m sorry.” he said also trying his best not to breakdown.

- time skip (tell if you want me to make an angst fic)

We where now laying in bed, watching tv. I was laying on his bare chest, my hand on his stomach. I felt him kiss my head, giving small kisses. I moved my thumb up and down over his stomach, knowing that made him feel a certain type of way. “fuck I missed this.” He says under his breath thinking I didn’t hear him.

I wanted to continue, but I didn’t know what to do. I have never done anything like this. My heart beat start to go quicker, I heard his do the same.

“Do you want to do this?” He asked me, knowing i had never done anything like this before.

“Yes, I want to do this.”

“Okay baby.” He said as he made us switch positions, so where he was now laying on my abdomen. I was confused by this, thinking in my mind he was a top. He took off my joggers.

“Wait, ur not a top?” I asked him, confused.

“No i’m not, is that okay?” He said.

“Yes ofc, just tell me what to do?” I reassured him

“Okay, well there’s actually not so much to instruct. Just kinda go with what you think you’re supposed to do, ill tell you if you need to stop.” He tells me, with a weak but beautiful smile. I can feel my cheeks turn red.

“Okay, go ahead.” I say, giving him permission. He took this opportunity and took of my underwear. He takes it in his hand and slowly moving it up and down.

I slowly started to get harder. He started to build ip the pace, making small twisting movements now and then. It gave me this feeling, i had never felt like this before. It was hard to describe.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were this big.” He praised me, making groaning noises. He leaned his head towards it and started to give it kisses. Then out of nowhere he wrapped his lips around it. He moved his tongue in circular motions, going slowly up and down

I moaned, at first it hurt a little. But soon after that turned into a good feeling. You wanted rob to go faster, but you were scared to do anything.

“Can i?” I asked while grabbing his hair. He nodded yes, so you went for it. Moving my hand faster. *bop* *bop* *bop* I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“Fuck, just like that.” I moaned. I was holding his had still, and fucking his mouth. Hearing muffled noises from him.

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obsessedwithtwilight · 1 year

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Theif - Edward Cullen

Edward knew that crows liked shiny things (or at least they do in this because in reality they’re scared of them) so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he noticed jewelry go missing and watches, having a half-crow boyfriend came with that. But what DID surprise him was the fact that his clothes had been going missing too. He didn’t really have proof you had taken it as you never thought about it around him- if you did take it that is. But, he did have a feeling it was you. Even more so when he saw you wearing one of his shirts, which you had said he gave it to you but he never had memory of that happening. After a month of this going on, and him having to keep getting new clothes, he confronted you. “Y/N, I know you’ve been stealing my clothes.” His hand rested on the railing of the stairs that led to your room, your room that you let no one in. Not even your sparkly boyfriend.

“No…” your voice trailed off and he smirked. He leaned down towards your face,

“I’m not mad. Just annoyed.” He looked up towards your room, “Can I see what you’ve done with them?”

“I don’t- I didn’t steal anything” you said again, although he could clearly hear your thoughts quickly switching from ‘don’t let him know’ to ‘wasn’t me.’ It was humorous as you feebly tried to hide your crime.

“Well, then you wouldn’t mind me checking your room?” He walked past you, and even though you tried to push him back, it didn’t work.

“It’s a mess in there- let me clean it first.” He didn’t even let you finish your sentence, pushing open your door that was already ajar. As he opened the door his eyes widened for a split second, you had turned his clothes into a nest of sorts.

“I- I told you it’s a mess.” He simply smiled, let out a laugh and walked away.

Later that night he found you curled up in the nest, one of his coats laid over you like a blanket as you slept. The cardinal (the bird) plush he gave you on your birthday beside you. All he could do was smile, shutting off the lights and quietly closing the door behind him. Sure, you were a thief, but you were his thief.

#edward cullen #Edward x reader #Edward Cullen x reader #twilight x reader #twilight #twilight saga x reader #twilight saga #oneshot #male reader

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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Imagine:

Leah imprinting on you, a vampire

Request: Yes or No

Sorry for the delay in Fire Meets Fate! I was hoping to hop on and get it out early today but I got hit with shark week so it'll most likely be coming out later in the day or tomorrow at most!

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One of the things you loved about being a vampire had to be super hearing. You could hear the sound of sticks breaking, their heavy breathing, and their footsteps from a mile away. The wolves, or shapeshifters as they preferred to be called, were anything but discreet.

"You'll get used to it." Edward muttered, an amused smile toying at his lips.

"Why do they smell like that?" You asked, nose scrunching up. They smelled like wet dogs.

"I think it's cause they like going cliff diving." Edward's human girlfriend piped up from beside him, eyes flickering to Edward as she toyed with the sleeves of her shirt, an awkward and shy smile appearing on her face when she met your questioning gaze. "So, they like... smell wet all the time because of it."

"Definitely a possibility." Edward nodded, fondly gazing down at her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"They're here!" Emmett called, moving away from the treeline, hand in hand with Rosalie. A black wolf emerged from over the small hill first, lip curling to display his sharp canines.

"How many are there in total?" You asked, looking back at Bella and Edward.

"More and more have been shifting in recent months. It's easy to lose count." Edward responded. You grunted softly and turned back toward the wolves. They were majestic, that was for sure, but they reeked.

"Thank you for meeting with us, Sam. This is (Y/N), one of our friends from the Denali coven." Carlisle introduced, smiling at the black wolf. Sam's amber eyes studied you for a moment.

"He wants to know how long (Y/N) will be staying with us." Edward said, nudging you forward. You shot him a look over your shoulder, huffing softly and addressing Sam.

"Just a month, maybe two. I don't plan on causing trouble for the Cullens so you can rest easy." You explained but your words did little to relax Sam. His eyes narrowed and he looked back toward his pack members.

Taking another look at the rest of them, only two truly seemed at ease. A large brown one who you assumed was Jacoh from the way he kept his eyes trained on Bella and a smaller sandy-colored wolf. However, your view of the smaller wolf became blocked by light gray fur. You lifted your gaze to meet the eyes of the rather irritated looking wolf, brows furrowing when the wolf suddenly froze. The other wolves snapped their heads in your direction, looking between you and the gray wolf.

"Did I already offend them?" You asked, looking back at Edward only to find him grinning widely. The mind reader laughed and reached forward, patting your shoulder.

"(Y/N) meet Leah Clearwater. She just imprinted on you."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Edward."

"Does that mean you'll be moving in? We have a spare room back home! Oh, we need to go shopping decorate it." Alice beamed, clapping her hands together and giggling.

"I have a home already in Alaska with my sisters and the others." You reminded her, looking toward Carlisle. "Irina will be furious when she finds out. Can it be reversed?" A loud whine cut through the air from Leah and even she looked surprised at the noise.

"It's... complicated. You can reject Miss Clearwater but it'll cause her a great deal of pain." Carlisle explained. You frowned, arms crossing as you looked back at her. Her brown eyes watched you, a mix of sadness and hope swirling in them.

"You can also accept her, (Y/N). You can remain friends, however over time, she will develop feelings for you and only you." Edward added, his amusement over the whole ordeal having died down.

Scoffing softly, you shook your head. "This is some fucked up Romeo and Juliet shit." The choice was yours and everyone's attention turned to you as they awaited your decision.

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#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #twilight #twilight x you #twilight x male reader #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #Edward Cullen #bella swan #leah clearwater #leah clearwater x you #leah clearwater x reader #leah Clearwater x male reader #leah Clearwater x y/n

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What?

a/n: Beau is the masculine version of Bella and I decided to write them as twins

You were alarmed to say the least. You were sitting in the Cullen’s living room which you hadn’t been in since the Wedding and you were happy you were sitting down.

You were raised in Forks and had known everyone and had gotten to be friendly with the Cullen’s before your twin sister had returned from Florida.

You loved her and were happy to have her back home but if you knew that this is what would have happened to her, you and your Dad both would have shipped her back to Jacksonville.

“Beau?” Bella asked. You snapped back.

“Okay so, let me get this right. I go off to college in Cali and you go on your honeymoon with Edward, get pregnant and you had a kid. But plot twist, he’s a vampire.”

“I knew before.”

“Right, so you married a vampire and had his kid. Who is aging rapidly and almost killed you in utero.”

“Right.” Edward clarified.

“Okay, you, don’t talk to me just yet. I would hate to break my hand by punching you in your face.”

“Actually,” Jacob, your childhood best friend, “She punched me.”

“Sorry, Niece Crush haver, it’s a lot to process.” You huffed, “So you all are vampires, right?”

“Right.” Carlisle said, “You’re doing alright.”

You laughed as you shakily raised the coffee up to your mouth.

“Also, there’s one more thing,” Alice, the first Cullen you befriended started, “You know how I can see the future?”

“Yes?”

“Turns out that you and me are actually going to fall in love.”

“Huh, well, I will admit I did have a crush on you- Anyway, so you,” you pointed at Jacob, “You’re a werewolf, who the Cullen’s and vampires dislike yet you, what was the word?”

“Imprinted.”

“Yeah that, on my niece, who you gave the same nickname as the Loch Mess Monster?”

“Why are both of you upset at that?”

“The Imprinting or the nickname?”

“The nickname!” You and Bella said in unison.

Jacob threw up his hands in defeat.

You sighed, “So, one of my many questions is, what happens now?”

“Well,” Carlisle began, “Know that you know about this, you will need to make a choice.”

You sighed, “That choice.” You said.

The room fell silent. All eyes on you. You knew that if you didn’t, it would bring danger to the Cullen’s, your family and Jacob’s family. You rubbed your eyes, a mannerism you shared with your father, “How long do I have to think about this?”

“I would say five years.”

“Five years.” You repeated, “I just, I need some air.” You stood up and walked to the door.

“Beau! I’m sorry.” Bella said, worry in her voice.

“Don’t be. Happily Ever Afters don’t come to everyone.” You said as you opened the door and walked outside.

You looked up at the stars as if you were looking for answers.

“You’ll catch a cold.” A voice said, you turned back to see Alice, who was carrying your jacket. You put it on and smiled at her.

“So, you and me, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Bet that was a shock.” You laughed.

“Not really, I knew you were looking at me in class.”

You smiled. “Sorry about that.”

“It was kind of endearing because you would always like check to see if I saw.”

“I didn’t know you knew.”

Alice was standing beside you, also looking up at the stars, “I did.”

You thought for a moment, “Tell me, how happy are we?”

“Very happy.”

“What choice do I make?”

“You chose to do it. But you chose it for you.”

“Do I like, nearly die?”

“Yeah.”

You immediately jerked your head to look at her, “Wait actually?”

She started laughing, “No no! But you should see your face!”

“Not funny!” You chuckled.

“Then why are you laughing?”

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river13245 · 3 months

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Twilight Masterlist

Navigation / Main Masterlist

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Jacob Black (none yet)

Edward Cullen (none yet)

Bella Swan (none yet)

Alice Cullen (none yet)

Jasper Hale (none yet)

Carlisle Cullen (none yet)

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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I will never confess my sins

Yandere Edward Cullen x Male reader

Warning - mentions of blood.

Request - How about the same plot as the Twilight, just switch Bella out for the Male reader? The reader does end up falling for Edward but he still kills anyone who touches you, or even looks at you.

When Edward first saw you talking to your friends, he couldn't take his eyes off you. He had to get to know you somehow, you smile at your friends and he starts to feel jealous. You go to class but you didn't notice he followed you, he heard the professor call your name. He walks away and he doesn't forget your name. He quickly developed strong feelings towards you.

After school, you start to walk home. But you don't notice that Edward is following you home. You are by your window and he is still watching you. Edward will do anything for you to be his lover and he won't take no for answer.

-The next night, you are sleeping in your bedroom. Edward breaks into your house, he opened the window and slowly got inside. Edward watches you sleep and he is standing very close to your bed. Now, Edward starts to look around your bedroom. Quickly he starts to notice what you like and he doesn't make noise. You are still sleeping and he watches you again.

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At school, Edward would stalk you and see who are your friends. And you still don't notice that he is stalking you.

The school hallways are empty and Edward went to your locker. He broke the locker and he starts to look at what is inside your locker. He closed the locker and walked away.

Days later... You noticed Edward is in every class you have. Edward made the first move and introduced himself to you. He asked you to join him for lunch, you said yes and he smiled.

You start to spend more time with Edward in school and outside of school. Edward already fell in love with you and he can't stop smiling around you. You did develop a crush on him.

Days later, he asked you to be his boyfriend and you said yes. Everyone in school knows that you are dating Edward.

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Edward sees you in the hallway, you hugged your friend. But Edward didn't like that and he glared at your friend. Edward walks towards you and you gave him a peck on the lips. He put his arm around you and he is still glaring at your friend.

“Ready to go babe?” Edward asked.

“Yeah, I'm ready,” You said.

You said bye to your friend, you and Edward are going to the mall to spend time together. First, he buys you lunch and he questions about your friend. Then you and Edward go watch a movie.

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Edward took you home and the date went well. Edward didn't go home instead, he drove to your friend's house. He sits in his car for hours, he waited until all the lights are turned off.

He gets out of the car, walks into the backyard, and picklock the door. Quietly he goes up the stairs and he found your friend’s bedroom.

“What the hell!?” He yelled.

Edward wrapped his hand around the guy’s neck.

“I don't like you spending with y/n,” Edward said.

“Let go of me, you freak!” he said.

“I don't like being called a freak” Edward glared.

Edward snapped his neck and he stares at the body. He doesn't feel bad, he is glad that he won't be around you anymore. Edward left and goes straight home.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

Edward surprised you with a date. You are happy to spend time with him alone. Edward took you to the Carnival, and you and Edward start to get competitive with the games.

“I never won at these games before until now,” You said.

“Well, I'm glad that you are having fun. What prize are you going to pick?” Edward said.

“I don't know, guess I will pick the shark plush” You smiled.

Later, you and Edward got snacks. Now, you and Edward got on the ferries wheel and he put his arm around you. Then Edward kissed you on the lips and you start to kiss him back.

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Edward saw you hug another guy and it was a friendly hug. But Edward didn't think it was a friendly hug and he got angry and jealous. After school, before going home Edward wanted to speak with you.

“Y/n, I don't want you to hug other guys,” Edward said.

“Are you talking about me hugging, Jacob?” You asked.

“Yes! I don't want you to hug Jacob!” Edward yelled.

You haven't spoken to Edward for days, but he has been stalking you. He knows your schedule and he starts to get angrier because you ignore his calls and texts. Now, he wants to teach you a lesson.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

You stayed after school for extra credit. While walking across towards the exit, you hear someone in pain from the locker room. You got curious and went inside the locker room, you see Edward biting someone's neck, and there is blood everywhere. He saw you, he dropped the body to the ground and there is a lot of blood on him. Now he has you against the locker and you are feeling terrified.

“Don’t hurt me” You said.

He grabbed your jaw and you can't look away from his eyes.

“I won't hurt you, Y/n. I love you so much and I will never let you go. No matter where you go, I will be there. I know Everything about you and you will be with me forever” Edward said.

He lets go of your jaw and your heart starts to beat faster.

“What are you?” You asked.

“Y/n, I'm a vampire. I didn't want you to find out like this but it happens. I just didn't like him always making you laugh or trying to touch you, I had to teach him a lesson” Edward said.

“You didn't have to kill him!” You yelled.

“Don’t make me angry again, Y/n. I will kill anyone and I don't care who it is!” Edward yelled.

You tried to get away but he grabbed your arm hard.

“Edward let go,” You said.

“Y/n, as I said earlier I will never let you go. You will always be my boyfriend and I won't let anyone get between us” Edward said.

He let go of your arm and you walked away. Your heart is still racing and you start to breathe hard and Edward wiped the blood off his mouth.

#Yandere Edward Cullen #x male reader #male!reader #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen imagine #twilight imagine

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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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violentine | edward cullen x reader

a/n — the pics don’t really match, cant find anything red for eddy boy😪 meant to get this out last week for v-day (vampire day, valentines day, you name it) but work and school and work and school and work and school and work and school and work and you get my point

summary — Edward visits on Valentine's day. . . right as it starts.

warnings — straddling, m@sturbation (Edward), solo sex, one watches (the reader)

words — 2k

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Click, the sound emanated from your window. Click. There it was again. You assumed that it was rain—harsh pellets hitting your window as the seasons changed from the cold and bitter winter to the warmth and love of the soon-to-arrive spring.

Click. Again, there it was, like an incessant beg from the clock on the wall, reminding you to spend the time you had with a passion that should never die. Expected but unfamiliar was the sound. On the fourth, most obnoxious click, you stammered to the window in total darkness. Edward stood out from the shadows, a large bouquet of some breed of flower in his one hand as he readied his aim with another pebble.

He dropped it when he saw you slide the window open. "I was about to invite myself in," he called up to you.

"Edward it's—" You paused, glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall over your bed. Both hands pointed up, but one was dipped by the other by only a fraction, caught in its arms. "Twelve-o-one."

In a flash, he was up through the window and standing in your room. "That's a minute too late. Happy Valentines day."

You could see what was in his hands better—a clump of white petals stemming into individual flowers—roses was their name. White roses, it must have been a joke since he sucked all the red pigment from their folios.

You could also see his attire, clean and layered with an expensive watch to match and the usual mess of hair that looked like he had just woken up, even though he never needed a wink of sleep to look as gorgeous as he was. All of it was a sharp contrast from your relaxed attire; pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting tee. You felt painfully under-dressed in the moment, and unprepared, as you too had a gift. The only difference was that your gift was still as naked as you, lacking any wrapping paper or disguise to keep an aura of mystery, much like Edward's presence so early into the new day.

"They smell good," you thanked, taking them from him and setting them down on a nearby surface in your room. You made a mental note of getting a vase later for them while rushing to dig out Edward's surprise.

"If only you knew how yours makes me feel," he confessed.

"I think I have some idea," you teased, retrieving the object and returning to where he was. Edward retracted his arms from both sleeves of his jacket; yours were occupied with keeping his gift hidden behind your back as if it would actually keep him from seeing it. His panoramic senses had a way of ruining surprises, but you hoped that he wouldn't cheat the system this time. "Hey, I got you something. It's, uh, modern—something from my time that—"

"Stop trying to sell me on it. You bought it—I'll love it, no matter what." He went to reach around you, already tired of the charade, but you beat him to it and handed him a small plastic package that contained a jockstrap. Edward took it and his face fell before turning up and wrinkling into a smile. “You want to see me in this? I don't—no—I can't."

After a bit of convincing, you stood at one end of the room while Edward changed in the corner, keeping your eyes covered and closed per his request. The room was silent aside from the shuffling of fabric against itself and skin. A stone-chipped god such as himself made no creak in the floor, leaving you to be unsure of when he actually got the thing on. So much shuffling and movement. Maybe this was a necessity, because he must have had layers and layers and suspenders and knee-high socks on for it to take that long to change.

"Take your hands away but keep your eyes closed," his alluring voice commanded; soft but clear from beyond the distance between you and him.

The breeze around you shifted, and there was almost a palpable feeling of understanding to open your eyes. So you did, and the sight before you crossed purposes. An old face trapped in immaturity—a chiseled body made for a different time, now contoured by something non-contemporary. Perfect, if only by gradation.

Edward played dumb, "How did my clothes end up all the way over there?"

"How did you end up all the way over here?" You angled back at him, playing dumber.

"I think yours would look good with them," he spoke, never tearing away from your gaze—not even to blink.

"Me too."

The words were an invitation. He scaled down your neck with light kisses, undoing the wrapper of loose clothing and lingering smog from the end of yesterday, clouding your mind only with the feel of him. Such a violent creature treating his quarry so tender and soft. He reached the thin layer shaping your outline—your skin—in a matter of seconds, your slothful clothes now mingled with his formals. One piece in particular stood out to you, his boxers. He had done it, and you looked down to see the various straps hugging him nicely.

"Too small?" They looked like the aftermath of attempting to strangle a swan. Something so elegant as him weighed down by the brutality of sexual thirst.

"Maybe, if a little in the front," Edward gave a half-effort smile and a small laugh to go with the comment. Unlike Edward, the venomously teasing words left a lot to be desired.

"I'm serious!" You shoved him away, watching him take a few steps back and stretch the elastic conforming to his sculpted thighs and cadaverous backside, filling out like binary crescent moons. You couldn't fathom that, even stumbling, he made it look intentionally graceful. You flopped onto your bed, the cushion acting as quicksand as your sluggishness returned from being abruptly woken up. Though, you trudged on, determined to stay awake. If a man such as Edward had forgone sleep for decades and still looked the way that he did, then you could do it for one night.

His hands reached down to the crotch, which was the only piece of fabric actually covering something, and he readjusted it, "I'm just not used to it, is all."

"But I could definitely get used to that view," you joked, watching him spin around like a puppy-dog chasing its tail as he tried to fix one of the straps in the back. "Now, all I need is that baseball jersey to go with it. When I see that, you can suck me dry."

Edward found himself wading on his knees over lumps of mattress, "Speaking of. . . I hope you're not tired."

With a knee on either side of you—which to his unbecomingly hairy thighs and thin straps hooking around to his backside and to the thin belt encircling his lean hips—you answered him in defense, saying damn near anything to get to the furtive confines made of cloth and elastic, "I couldn't be. You're my nightmare—my adrenaline."

"Then you should start fighting me," he leaned down to whisper. But the tiredness bordering his bold contingence in your mind kept you down, and Edward physically preventing you from getting up didn't make it much easier. He sat, straddling your torso with enough care to make the pressure applied known, but not daunting, "If you can, that is."

"Why would I? You never take the opportunity to do anything fun," you whined.

He kept his face close to yours, looking it over as he remarked: "Risking your pretty face sounds fun?"

You refused to let up on the feeling. A relationship was more than words and vague actions of romance like showing up at your house at midnight. You simply wanted a little more. "I just wish we could have some more contact during a time like this."

"No one wants to go to space when they first see it; they just stare, mesmerized by stars and light in the sky. Let me have that—let me give you that," he begged.

"Sometimes it feels like you're all talk," you spat with a passion. Edward was easy to love for his profound outlook on things thanks to his time spent in various places, but it became easy to hate when that was all he offered at certain moments. But, to your surprise, he caved.

"Then you do it. Tell me everything you would do if you had dictative will over me."

In what seemed like a rebuttal, he pulled himself out of the jockstrap from the side. You could see a light gathering of hair around the pubic bone, easily identifiable by the thin area due to the absence of excess fat.

You paused, taking a moment to think. Even then, you struggled to string together something to say, "I'd. . . taste you? Fuck, Ed, I don't know how to phrase it."

"No that's good, keep going," he seemed to like the effort, at least. He went from a half-chubbed cock to something harder with the ability to bob in the air on its own for a few seconds.

You decided on what you would do, answering him with certainty, "I would—I would kiss you. All over—everywhere."

"Everywhere?" He asked, tugging thoroughly at himself. He ensured that his hand met the base and worked its way up to the tip in a screwing motion, twisting around his shaft for a heightened sense of pleasure.

"Every imperfect fold and bit of skin that sparkles, Ed." He liked that idea, too. Edwards face twisted from it's set of gorgeous placement to a strong expression of pleasure.

"What else?" He huffed out, feigning a loss of breath. Maybe, he was simply putting on a show.

"What do you want to hear?" You watched his thin core falsely heave in a breath and exude it, cold wind emanating from him as he let out a moan. It was a show, but it was a damn good one. His own ideas got to his head before you could say anything to make them enticing.

"What if we got a house one day? What would I come home to?"

"Me, your undoubtedly happy partner, waiting inside a small house. White pickets on the lawn, cloudy days with the blinds shut—we can't have anyone knowing you're a vampire," you laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, "The two of us would likely be crowned 'the weirdos in Forks,' and there would be long-running rumors about how no one goes in and comes out alive. The neighbors see us every now and then, but we're reclusive, spending every night and day making love, Ed. We'll give ourselves up to instincts and love."

"And when we are making love?" The motion of his hand picked up speed, but not to the degree of his running feats, rather, only a bit faster than what you could average when you were pent up. Though, you weren't nearly as big as him. You used it as a reference for your last point.

"I'll wear one of your shirts—that button-down right over there, coated in your scent, but you can still smell the red ocean inside me. We'll kiss, like I said, a lot. And I think for my first time with you, I'd want to swallow your. . . venom. Make you feel like you're human again."

That's when he came, spewing his own, cold release over your chest and a bit spraying on to your sheets, staining it with him. You noticed that the color was a bit darker than the regular human dickspit, but it was an extension of him in his most raw form. Edward sped over to fish out his shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor. He came over, carefully dabbing up his mess and tossing the shirt to you when he was finished. He remarked to himself, "Wash it, or not. I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I won't judge cleanliness."

You started drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, disappearing to a place Edward couldn't wander to. He hastily asked one last question, "Did you mean everything you said?"

"Every time you ask."

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wiltedkyinn · 2 years

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how the cullens react to you getting sick

edward easily could tell by your thoughts and not to mention how puffed out your face was

the cullen kids drove you home in Emmett car.

alice made you soup, maybe a chicken noodle soup you couldn't tell

edward and Alice scolded you while the others laughed at the situation

you had to call in sick at your job at the small restaurant.

"you all owe me 7 dollars per hour"

you had a high fever but you didn't mind as you were curled up to alice keeping cool

you were annoyed a bit since you had to do so many things and after that you were gonna hang out with seth

you texted him apologizing and explaining your situation

they soon left as you basically throw them out.

you passed out for a couple of hours

when you opened your eyes you did except the whole cullen coven to be there

"... what"

taking in another scolding from the father of the family

you feel alseep mid of his speech

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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Edward x male reader x Jacob

So this is a little different because in this story they all go to the same school, which makes the vampire and werewolf fued even worse, the male reader is a new boy and as soon as Edward sees him the male reader becomes his mate and as soon as Jacob sees him he imprints on the reader (male reader is human) over the next couple of weeks they become his friend and they get very close and soon the reader learns who they really are.

they try to fight over him which leads to a big fight between all the vamps and werewolf's but the male reader fell in love with them both. You can pick an ending and please include a LOT of Bella bashing 😂 we don't like her. Lmao 🤣😂

Sometimes you question whether or not you pissed some deity off in a past life. It was easy to think this. You were new to Forks, Washington and if you knew what awaited you would have never agreed to move to Forks. You lived with your family in New York until your dad died. You were always a daddy’s boy. You were the one out of your three brothers to be a daddy’s boy. So, it wasn’t a surprise that you took your dad’s death the hardest. Your mom was considering devorce as your dad’s being in the military was hard on her, Not everyone can handle the deployments and being out of contact. You were the youngest of four kids and you were a surprise pregnancy. But, you were loved by your family, even if you weren’t planned.

When your mom wanted to move back to her hometown you were against it. New York was home. It was where you were born, It was where your life was. But, considering your brothers were all grown and out of the nest, you didn’t have much of a choice. Your mom grew resentful towards you. She didn’t blame you for your dad’s death but you looked like an exact copy of your father and she couldn’t handle that. So, you held your tongue and followed your mom to Forks. Your mom got a job as an administrator at Forks hospital. You enrolled at Forks high school, unaware that you would become the mate of both a vampire and a shifter and would cause the rivalry between the two to get even worse.

Edward Cullen. A bronze haired male with looks that drive people nuts. Of course, no one knew the reason for his good looks and if they did know they’d run for the hills. You see, Edward Anthony Cullen was in fact not seventeen. Edward Anthony Cullen was born Edward Anthony Mason Jr. and was born on June 20, 1901; Chicago, Illinois. Now, you’re probably asking: how can someone born before television be around today, let alone look like they’re seventeen? The entire Cullen family are vampires. Yes, vampires. And they are not the only supernatural beings around.

Jacob Black, Nearly the exact opposite of Edward. He is Edward’s rival. He loved Bella Swan and after Edward and the Cullens left a broken hearted Bella Swan behind after an accident at Bella’s birthday party. Jacob only hated vampires because he was told to hate them. And very few people knew that Jacob had an inferiority complex. He always felt he wasn’t ever good enough. He wasn’t good enough to save his mom, he wasn’t enough to keep his sisters from leaving, he wasn’t good enough to keep his dad from a wheelchair, he wasn’t good enough. And Bella choosing Edward over him only worsened it.

Edward would never admit it but he felt sorry for Jacob. And while the mind reading vampire would never tell the shifter, he felt sorry for the young wolf. Edward had heard Jacob’s thoughts and knew Jacob truly loved Bella. And to have his heart broken the way it was, it made Edward feel guilty. Jacob felt similarly, He had no ill will towards Edward. The only reason he picked fights with the other Cullens was because the Cullens picked fights with the rest of the pack. But, the two would be brought together soon in a way that they once would think impossible

You met Edward on your first day of school. It was the first few days after Bella dumped him after she had been turned. Now, Edward could hear her thoughts after she became a vampire. She never loved him, she just used him and the Cullens to get what she wanted and then left him but remained in Forks. She still went to Forks high school and both the Cullens and pack hated her. The Cullens hated her because while she was NOT a part of the family she was represented as a Cullen so she would not be immediately hunted down by the pack. The pack hated Bella because of how badly she broke Jacob’s heart. The rivalry between the two groups was idioditc and many on both sides wanted to end it but because Rose and Isabella picked fights. Well, mostly Bella now since Rosalie knew what it was like for the love of your life to betray you.

You wanted to run. You hated this idea of your mother’s. You explained to her that you could graduate early and not have to deal with high school and you could attend college in Seattle. Your mom shot this idea down. She wanted you under her control. She believed that you were like your father and the first chance you got you’d get yourself killed. Oh, if only she knew. You felt trapped in your mom’s car as she drove you to school. She didn’t let you drive as she felt you’d skip and she was going to keep an eye on you. Hell or highwater.

You were walking to your first class when you saw him. He looked like a movie star and you felt angry at all the lustful looks of the females of the student body. You didn’t know why, but you felt something in you that told you you needed to be with the bronze haired boy. The moment Edward looked at you, he knew and nearly jumped for joy as he found his mate. The mind reading vampire had no problem with his mate being a male. Edward’s long dead heart broke when he heard your thoughts. He was already organizing how to get you to live with the Cullens. He kept his distance till lunch.

You were sitting outside as you wanted to stop yourself from making friends as you were just biding your time till you graduated. If your mom didn’t hold you back. You sighed to yourself as you saw the boy from the hallway walk towards you. He was hot. You already had a crush on the copper haired boy and you’d only seen him once. As Edward sat down next to you he inhaled your scent. It was intoxicating but not in the same way Bella’s was. He did not want to drink your blood. Edward would rather throw himself into fire before drinking your blood. As Edward sat down he saw the cuts on your arms and his dead heart broke even more. The copper haired vampire had seen a lot in his time. And thanks to Carlisle Edward knew what self harm looked like.

“What are you doing out here all alone? There’s a full cafeteria of people gossiping about you.” Edward asked playfully and you cracked a small smile. If it weren’t for Edward’s vampire sight he wouldn’t have seen it. “I’m just here biding my time till graduation. Mom thinks I'll get myself killed.” You said, not knowing why you felt like opening up to the boy besides you.

“And why’s that?” Edward asked but he knew why. He knew your mom resented you heavily for looking like your father. “She thinks I’m just like my father. She thinks I’m going to do something reckless and get myself killed.” You could not help the bitterness that seeped into your voice. You had made it a point to be the least reckless of the four children your parents had. “Can I ask how he died?” Edward asked, but he knew how your dad died, he knew almost everything about you. You told him. You opened up about your dad’s death and your TRUE feelings about your father’s death. You don’t know why you did but you felt safe with this boy. You didn’t even know his name. Edward heard your thoughts and smiled as introduced himself.

“I’m Edward, Edward Cullen.” you smiled as you introduced yourself and Edward was all smiles the rest of the day. It was weeks later when you met Jacob Black. Jacob hadn’t been at school when you started due to the death of Billy Black and Harry Clearwater at the hands of Victoria. Jacob had been quickly taken in by the cullens. You were aware of the Cullens being vampires as you saw Edward and Emmett drinking from a deer. And Edward told you about being mates.

It had been about a month and a half since you met Edward. You were clutching your phone in your left hand and your car keys in your right. You had blood on your arms and you were severely hurt. You needed help and the only one you could think of was your mate. So, you dialed the number you knew the best.

“Hello Y/N, is everything alright?” Edward asked as it was nearing twelve AM and you were usually asleep by eleven PM. “H-hey E-eddie, um, I need some help.” You tried to keep your voice even but it was no use, Edward knew something was wrong. You could hear rushing and the rattle of car keys. “I’m on my way Y/N, what happened?” your heart dropped hearing the worried tone in Edwards voice. “Mom and I had a fight…then all of a sudden Bella jumped through the window and killed mom and drank her blood and ran off…I’m bleeding…she cut me with the glass.” You could hear growling through the phone. “Y/N, I’m sending Jacob to you till I get thare…be safe my love.” and with that the phone went dead and you tried to process Edward’s last words. Jacob was coming. You wished that you would meet the wolf Cullen under better circumstances. You don’t know how long it was till you felt warm arms wrap around you.

“Oh my God. Y/N? It’s me Jacob, can you look at me?” you complied and you instantly knew that you had two mates. Jacob must have known as well as you felt his arms slightly tighten around you. You were in shock. Your mom was just murdered by someone you didn’t even peg as a threat, You had a major bleed on your arm and to top it all off you have a second mate. “Don’t worry Y/N, Ed and I got you, you’re safe.” were the last words you heard before passing out.

You woke up the next morning in a bed you knew all too well, it was Edwards and you had two sets of arms around you and two sets of eyes on you as well. After Jacob and Edward explained what an imprint was and what it ment. They stayed by your side all day, helping you deal with Bella, your mom’s funeral, among other things. Finally, the three of you were laying in Edward’s bed again and just as you fell asleep you heard both of your mates speak at the same time.

“Go to sleep love, you’re safe with us.”

#male reader insert #x male reader #male reader #male!reader #twilight x male reader #twilight #x male!reader #twilight x male! reader #edward cullen x male reader #jacob black x male reader

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Bella swan x male reader part 2

I've Moved On Pt. 2 (Bella Swan x Male Reader)

Wow, I never thought this would become popular, but if people want a second part, who am I to say no? So thank you anon and others for the request :)

Link to the first part

Summary: Bella breaks things off with Edward, but it seems that the vampire can't accept her choice. Fearing for her safety, Bella is glad when m/n comes to her aid and handles Edward once and for all.

Bella never felt so sure in her life, but watching as Edward pleaded with her to give him another chance, after everything that happened, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Leave, Edward. We're done." Bella voiced once again before turning around and walking towards the front door.

"You're just confused, love." he pathetically whispered, that crooked smile Bella once fawned over now causing disgust to run down her spine. "I know I've made a mistake, but we're stronger than that; don't you love me?"

"No," Bella immediately replied, the answer which she couldn't accept months ago now spilled easily from her lips. "Looking back, I think even back then, before this whole thing happened, I never truly loved you. I mean…it was like a game to you: telling me we couldn't be friends yet finding any way to talk to me. Or intentionally keeping me away from my friends because you thought they either liked me or posed a danger. That isn't a relationship, Edward; that's manipulation."

Opening the door to signal the end of their conversation, Bella hesitated when the vampire didn't move, but inched closer to her, a dangerous aura emanating from him.

The air grew tense as Edward closed the distance between them, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desperation and something darker, more sinister. Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively took a step back, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly.

"Edward," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the vampire ignored her plea. Movements slow and deliberate, Bella flinched when his cold touch landed on her cheek. Eyes widening in fear, she tried to push his hand away and found that she couldn't.

Letting out a gasp when Edward moved her away from the door, locking it behind him, Bella's heart pounded with fear. She made a desperate dash up the stairs and into her room, hoping to find safety, but the vampire beat her to it. A hand gripped her wrist, and Bella let out a scream of pain as Edward's hold tightened excruciatingly. "I can't lose you, Bella. You're everything to me."

Closing her eyes, Bella was pressed into Edward's chest when his hold suddenly vanished. Confused and disoriented, she opened her eyes to find M/N standing between her and Edward, a fierce determination etched on his face. "You heard her. Bella doesn't want anything to do with you anymore."

Edward's eyes narrowed at M/N's words, his lips twisting into a snarl. "She's mine." he spat, his voice tinged with possessiveness yet M/N remained steadfast, his gaze meeting Edward's with unwavering resolve. "Not anymore."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, wolf." the vampire threatened, catching a whiff of the man's scent, and snarling at the (not so disgusting) wet dog smell.

M/N's expression remained stoic, his werewolf instincts on high alert. "I know more than you think, bloodsucker. Bella's safety is my priority, and you won't change that. So leave now before the whole pack descends on you." At those words, the vampire quickly abandoned the Swan house, leaving Bella and M/N alone.

Quickly turning to his imprint, M/N frowned at the bruise that now adorned his girlfriend's wrist. Concern etched across his features, he reached out gently, his touch light as he examined the mark left by Edward's grasp.

"Hey, none of that." Bella softly spoke, coming closer to her boyfriend. She offered him a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection.

M/N's heart softened at the sight of her, his protective instincts surging as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of remorse and determination. "If only I came sooner—"

Not liking the way M/N began to blame himself for what occurred, Bella reached up and gently cupped his face in her hands. "None of this is your fault. You came when I needed you most, and that's all that matters." With a tender smile, Bella leaned forward and pressed her lips against M/N's, the kiss soft and reassuring.

Even with Edward still out there, probably obsessed with getting her back, Bella couldn't help but relish in the moment. After all, she was with the one she loved. Her soulmate.

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