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sachiko1309 · 11 months

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My little Girl

Summary: This is a part of my story on wattpad (account mentioned in my profile) where Jasira a witch and Jaspers girlfriend watched him hunt while concealing her smell and heartbeat with a spell. After they came back home, the Cullens and Jasira tested out Jasper reaction to her blood.

Word count: 3848

Warnings: This contains adult content. Minors DNI. Consumption of blood, fluff, a lot of smut, power exchange and pet names.

The others were sitting on the sofa, clearly waiting for our return. Once Alice saw his ruined shirt, she appeared next to him, scolding him. “What did you do to this shirt? It was one of the good ones. Fine linen!”

“He was a show off.” I simply said, earning an uncertain look from Jasper. I gave him a wide smile, throwing myself on the couch next to Emmett. “Go on big boy, get yourself changed, we don’t want to upset Alice more than necessary.”

He squinted his eyes, clearly seeing through the play I put up. I just looked him in the eye, with the most innocent look I could spare. If he wanted to play the tango of riling me up, I can too.

Edward turned himself towards me. “I would tread careful, Jasira. He might not long for your blood, like I do for Bella, but he is still dangerous.” I just shrugged it off. “I like dangerous.”

Carlisle, now intrigued by Edwards statement, leaned forward. “What do you mean, he doesn’t long for her blood?”

Jasper now back with another shirt on, answered him: “That’s not entirely true. I find Jasiras blood to be very appealing. But not in the way Bella effects Edward. I don’t have the need to feed, when I smell her. It calms me and takes my mind away from the blood of others.”

Carlisle hummed. “Interesting. I wonder why that is and how far this goes.”

Edward flinched at the thought Carlisle had, while Alice had a scowl on her face. “Don’t you dare!” She warned me, clearly looking into my future.

“Why not?” I retailed. “It would make things clearer.”

“It would kill you!” She hissed at me.

“What are you guys talking about?” Jasper looked between me an Alice.

“She is thinking about cutting herself, to see how you would react.” Edward snitched, angerly.

“No!” Jasper shouted, taking a few steps back. “Even if I don’t attack you, the smell of fresh blood could make me attack Bella! We already had that incident.”

“Emmett and Carlisle could hold you back, and Edward and Bella could leave.” I suggested. “Besides that, I could just bleed into a glass and then just conceal myself, for you to not attack me.”

“That could work.” Carlisle pondered, getting up from his seat.

“You are not really thinking about letting her do that!” Esme was now also inserting herself in the discussion.

“Why not?” Carlisle asked. “We could learn some new things that need to be researched.”

“Not on the extend of loosing her!” Esme got up, her voice was shaking with anger.

“I trust Jasper.” I said quietly. “I know he doesn’t want to hurt me. All of you have to stop believing he is the weakest of all of you! Just because he is the youngest vegetarian. Has anyone of you just spent one thought to the fact, that he is able to feel the bloodthirst of all of you, while also fighting his own?” The more I said, the louder my voice got. “He has better self-control than you think. So if he is willing to try it, I will as well.”

Everyone looked at me stunned. Carlisle was the first to speak. “Why didn’t you say something?” He asked his son. Jasper just looked to the floor. “I didn’t want you guys to think I was weak. Back in my days, to be weak meant to be dead.”

Esme rushed over to him, taking him in her arms. “I am so sorry. I never thought of it this way. Forgive me, my son.”

“Its alright, mom.” Jasper let himself be held for a few seconds, before he peeled her off him. Then he looked at me. “You trust me?” I nodded: “With my life.

“Okey. Emmett, Carlisle.” Jasper requested not letting me out of his sight, ready to stop the whole thing the moment he believed I would do something unwanted. Both stood up taking a stand on each side of Jasper, holding him in a tight grip. Edward picked up Bella and left the house, while the others just walked up the stairs and disappeared into their rooms. I walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a knife. Then I cut myself slightly in the wrist, collecting a bit of blood with the glass.

After I healed my wound, I walked over to the three men. Emmett was visibly not breathing, while Carlisle seemed totally unbothered by my blood. Jasper was also holding his breath, his eyes trained on mine.

I held the glass under his nose, signaling him to breath in. He did, without a reaction. “This is amazing!” Carlisle let out. “How do you feel? What effect does it have on you?” He was clearly intrigued by Jaspers complete non-reactivity.

“I feel… I feel good. Calm and peaceful. It smells good, more intense, but I still do not wish to harm her. Imagine smelling the flower you like the most, but it is so much more intense.” Jasper tried to explain.

“Do you want to try it?” I asked, taking all three by surprise.

“I don’t know.” Jasper whispered. “What if it is too much?”

“You don’t have to. I will not force you. You can decide whatever you desire. I just wanted to let you know, that I don’t have a problem with you doing it. If you are comfortable, of course.”

“Okey.” He agreed. And I set the glass to his lips. Emmett and Carlisle tightened their grip on Jasper, while he went completely stiff. Letting my blood run into his mouth I watched every movement of his face.

Like a thirsty man drinking water for the first time in days he closed his eyes, moaning at the taste of my blood. But he didn’t show any signs of bloodlust or aggressiveness. It was quite the opposite. He totally relaxed, and if it weren’t for Emmet and Carlisle to hold him up, he would have fallen to his knees right there. Slowly the two men let him sink to the floor letting him go slowly. Jasper looked like he was under the influence of drugs, his hands franticly searching for me, pulling me into his embrace.

Once Carlisle declared the situation to be safe for the others, he called them back. He rushed into the kitchen washing the remaining blood from the glass and putting it in the dishwasher. Slowly the rest of the Cullens, including Bella trickled into the room, watching Jasper and me cuddled up on the floor with curious eyes.

He hid his face in my neck, holding me close. I tugged on his hair, to look at him. The edge of his irises had a small red ring, the bloodshot eye bags were nearly gone. Carlisle put a hand on Jasper’s shoulder to pull him out of his trance. “Tell me, son. How do you feel now?”

Jasper cleared his throat, trying to gain back his senses. “I don’t know. It is something I never felt. I imagine being high would feel something like this. But it is not quit like they described it in school. It is rather difficult for me to let go of Jasira. I feel the need to be close to her, to touch her, to…” Suddenly he stopped. Turning his head down in embarrassment.

“What is it?” Carlisle asked, still intrigued by the things he learned. Jasper answered without looking at him. “My desire for her is currently unbearable, if you understand.”

Now it was Carlisle who cleared his throat. “Oh, right… I understand.” He took a few steps back. “At least we know now, that Jasiras blood does not put Jasper into bloodlust.”

Emmett let out a stifled laughter. “Its more like an aphrodisiac. I wonder how Jasper would react if he drank more of her blood.” Jasper let out a groan. “Emmett stop. Just the thought makes it hard to control myself.”

“Looks like we have to postpone our game night to tomorrow. I don’t think our cowboy could last a whole evening without ripping the clothes from Jasira.” Edward joked and earned a punch from Bella. “What? If you would know, what he was thinking you would say that too.” He tried to reason his comment.

I ignored all of them, solely focusing on Jasper. “Do you want to go home? Or do you think its bearable?” He shook his head, clenching his teeth. “The longer I have to resist, the harder it gets.” Hooking my legs around his torso I said: “Home it is then.”

Getting up from his kneeling position, Jasper rushed out of the house, racing home to mine.

We barely made it into my bedroom, before he ripped of my clothes, ruining them in action. His hands were on my body instantly. Wasting no time, he was kissing my body, hands wandering all over me. He was roughly manhandling me. I squealed under his cold touch. My mind totally overwhelmed by the harsh difference between his cold fingers and the heat my body produced in reaction to him.

“I need you.” His voice was coarse, just slightly above a snarl. His demeanor was harsh, the major in him breaking through. “I need you to obey me, darlin. Need you to be my little girl.”

I sank on my knees before him, nestling with his belt. “Let me take care of you.” I whispered, while I pushed down his dress pants and underwear. His cock was hard and dripping with precum.

I wasted no time, taking him into my mouth. And as soon as he sank down my warm throat Jaspers head fell back. Steadying himself on the wall behind me, he loomed over me. A total mess; hair disarranged, eyes closed, lips hanging open.

Slowly I began to move my head up and down, as I watched him through my eyelashes. I wanted him to become more agitated, than last time. Teasing him with my tongue dancing around his tip.

His head fell back, an animalistic moan on his lips. He grabbed me by my hair, immobilizing my head and pulling back. With a sweet pop his member plopped out of my mouth. “Jasira please. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” I asked innocently.

“Like a vixen. I can barely control myself. And if you keep looking at me like that, I will lose it completely.”

“Then don’t. Take me. Control me. Make me yours. I am willing to give you everything I have.” The way he clenched his jaw, desperately holding on to the last bit of control he had over his mind, made me feel things I never imagined to feel. My whole body felt like it was set on fire, slowly burning its way to my middle, soaking my panties with my arousal. I was pretty sure he could smell it.

Another growl ripped through his chest as he pushed his cock down my throat. I gagged as he forced himself down. Quickly I relaxed my throat. Drool started to drip down my chin, mixing with tears running from my eyes. Again and again, I choked on his size, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was him taking me as he liked it, as he needed me.

“Your mouth feels so good, darlin.” He moaned. I hummed with pleasure. His movements were strong, leaving me little room to breathe, but the heavenly feeling of his cock laying heavy on my tongue suppressed everything.

“Oh god, Jasira…” His grip on my hair grew stronger and I could feel him twitch in my mouth. I let my tongue dance around his shaft and tip, sucking in my cheeks to create more friction. I wanted to taste him, feel his cold seeds trickle down my throat.

His thrusts became irregular and he sucked in a sharp breath. I could see him holding back, waiting for my consent, which I eagerly gave him by nodding. Again, I felt his member twitch rhythmically as he painted my throat with his seed. It tasted salty and masculine, but it was not as bitter as human men did. I swallowed all of it, without letting my eyes go of his, devotedly licking his member clean.

“Fuck.” Was all he said, whilst looking down at me. “You like that, don’t you? The way I treat you during sex.”

Ashamed I looked to the floor, feeling myself blush at his blatant statement. He stepped out of his pants and knelt in front of me. “Don’t be embarrassed, darlin.” Stroking my face and pulling me into his chest. “What do you feel, when I treat you this way?”

“I…” I began, unsure how to phrase it. “I like you to be dominant, when we have sex. It excites me, when you take what you want and how you want me. When I am at your mercy and you choose to love me, touch me, fuck me. I like it, when you leave marks over my body, showing everyone how you possess me. It feels good to be owned.” My voice was quiet, shaky but at the same time I didn’t feel exposed, admitting those things.

Jasper hummed at my confession. Clearly delighted by it. “I am a very possessive man, Jasira. And hearing I don’t have to contain it around you is more than satisfying.” He got up and pressed me against the wall. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hip. I could feel his cock hardening against my wet pussy and I tried desperately to get some friction from him. But he denied it, holding me with one arm, while he pulled his shirt over his head with the other.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

I could only nod.

Gently he put a hand around my neck and began to kiss me. Eagerly returning his touches and opened my mouth, letting him reign free and then he closed his hand around my throat, effectively restricting the air flow to my lungs.

“Hands above your head!” Jasper commanded. I did as told, crossing my arms across my head. His free hand clasping both of my wrists, while his other hand wandered from my throat to my hip. I gasped for air between the kisses, the world beginning to spin at the sudden fresh oxygen shooting through my head.

Carrying me to the bed he gently sunk down the mattress with me. He started kissing my neck, my décolleté sucking the skin between his teeth, biting down carefully. I savored the hot burn it elicited from my body, the dark marks it would leave on my skin. While his fingers pranced over my sides, I felt him smile at my neck. Over and over he let his cold hands slide over the sensitive parts of my body, stroking my hard nipples, pulling on them.

“Jasper please…” I moaned.

“Please what?” he teased, watching me while I wriggled under him, desperately trying to get some friction between my legs.

“Speak to me, sugar!” He commanded. “I want to hear it from you.”

“Touch me.” I whispered. “Major please. I need you.” Lightly his fingers danced around my core. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He sank to his knees between my legs. His expression was sarcastic, a sly smile on his face.

“I want…” I stammered. “I want you to make me cum, Major. I want your fingers, your mouth, your cock. Please. Let me have it.”

“Your wish is my command.” He whispered sinking one finger inside of me. “So beautiful. So wet already.” The cold sensation made me squirm in his hands. My mind slowly turning into a puddle, just reacting to his touch. He kissed his way down my chin to my breasts, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, gently licking on it, while his hand worked my pussy.

“Oh god.” I exclaimed, when he pushed another finger in me, scissoring them apart, circling my clit with his thumb. I felt the pressure rise in my stomach. Completely focusing on him playing with my cunt, while alternating the attention of his lips between my breasts.

“Jasper.” My head was foggy, only focusing on the sight of him working my body. He kissed his way down between my legs, not once letting his eyes wander from my face. Switching his thumb with his mouth. I closed my eyes, clawing my fingers in the sheets for dear life. “Darlin.” He coed. His voice far away, my brain overwhelmed by my approaching climax. “I want you to look at me, when you cum, understand? I want to see it in your eyes.” Although he formulated it as a question, I could hear the command in his voice.

I opened my eyes only to see him close his mouth again around my clit. “Good girl.” He growled, sending vibrations through my core. It pushed me over the cliff. I stared deep into his eyes, when my orgasm rolled over me. It felt like a rubber band tearing, because it had been spanned to long.

His fingers slowed their movement, as he massaged me through my climax. Tongue wandering eagerly over my center, trying to catch every drop of my arousal. His chin and lips were covered in my slick, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Fuck.” Was all I could whisper, sinking back into the sheets. Carefully he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, licking them clean, then he wiped the remains of my orgasm from his chin and lips into his mouth, savoring on the taste.

He slowly crawled over me and paused for a moment before he kissed me. The mixture of him and my cum made go feral, leaving me wanting for more.

“Jasper.” I groaned. “I want more.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I want everything you can give me.”

He growled into the kiss, releasing me and getting of the bed. “Come here.” He ordered. “On your knees.”

Quickly I followed his order, feeling the remnants of my orgasm running down my thigh, but I didn’t care. Trembling in anticipation of what he would do, I felt the bed moving as he knelt behind me.

His cold member ever so slightly touching my entrance, but he didn’t penetrate me. Instead he let his finger wander over my back. I twitched under his movement, snuggling into his hand. “Please…” I begged. “I want you to take me to your liking.” Expectantly I pressed towards him, but I dodged backwards.

“As I like?” he asked, the voice so raw he barely sounded human. I whimpered in agreement and bent my back to take him better.

And finally, he did what my whole body longed for. With a single thrust he sank into me, stretching me to the max, his animalistic growl, letting me forget my dignity and any pain his member brought with it. He hardly gave me time to get used to his size and began mercilessly to thrust into me. One hand on my hip, to steady me, the other grabbing my hair and pulling me to his chest. His lips on my neck, kissing, sucking, biting.

My breathing became rigid and it took a lot to keep me upright. Jasper put his hand around my neck and held me. Letting me inhale, before closing of my air flow. His grip was firm, and I was sure it would leave a mark, but that’s not what I cared about in that moment. I wanted to belong to him, I wanted everyone to see, what he was doing to me, wearing his marks with pride.

He loosened the grip on my throat, allowing me to breath two times, before closing it off again. “You like it, when I take you like a little bitch, don’t you?”

As an answer I tightened around his cock to create more friction, his hold on my hip getting stronger. He let me go and I moaned into the mattress. A sharp pain shooting through me, had he just hit?”

“Talk to me, little girl.” He demanded, pushing me deeper into the bed. Without thinking I replied: “Yes, major.”

“Say it again.”

“Major!” I nearly screamed his title, feeling another wave of climax approaching. The hand on my hip began to wander until it found my clit, gently massaging it. My legs were shaking and I was twitching around him. Panting he sucked in the air, the movements of his fingers getting faster, driving me to insanity.

“I want you say my name, when you come. Don’t hold back. I don’t care if someone might hear us. Let me see how much pleasure I bring you. Let the world know, who you belong to and who possesses this beautiful body of yours.” He sounded strained, pressing the words through his teeth and that was it for me.

Trembling I came. His name falling from my lips in a mixture of a scream and a moan. My walls twitching rhythmically around his member, pulling him over the edge too.

A wild roar ripping through his chest he poured deep into me. Collapsing over me he was barely able to catch himself, before he buried me underneath him.

His whole body pressed against mine, I just now realized how sweaty I was. “I think I need to shower.” I whispered not trusting my voice to be steady at a louder volume.

“Make that a we.” He added, getting up and picking me up as well.

“What?” I asked, not understanding what he meant.

“We need to shower. Unless you want the others to smell your arousal and endorphins sticking to my body.” He smiled at my blushing face, carrying me to the bathroom.

Once we both were showered and wearing a new set of clothing consisting of Jaspers shirt and sweatpants on my part and him just wearing his dress pants, I looked at the time. “It is only half past seven pm. We could go back and have a game night with the others. If I am correct Bella is sleeping over, so we should be good.”

Jasper raised an eyebrow: “You sure about that? You don’t have to force yourself.”

“I am okey. Besides I think this evening it would finally be fair, since I could hex Alice and Edward, so they can’t cheat.”

“Well than we should get there fast.” He laughed picking me up.

“Stop! I need some things to wear tomorrow and I need my toothbrush.” I exclaimed.

Making a trip to the bathroom, throwing my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and hairbrush into a bag he said: “You can wear my clothes. I like the way they look on you.”

“Nonetheless I need some underwear.” Jumping from his arms I made my way into the bedroom, throwing in two pairs of panties and socks as well as a bra into the bag he was holding. “Now we can go.” As soon as I said it, he picked me up and rushed out of the door.

#jasper hale #jasper x reader #fem reader #smut #jasper smut

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spaceman-earthgirl · 2 years

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Supercorptober 2022 Day 5: Orange

ao3 fic link. series link.

“Can I tell you a joke?” Esme asks, the little alien basically vibrating with excitement as she does.

There’s no way Lena could ever say no to her, not with those wide, hopeful eyes and a grin that reminds her of Kara.

“Of course, you can, sweetie.”

“Okay.” Esme clasps her little hands together, face taking on a more serious expression. “Knock, knock.”

Lena smiles. “Who’s there?”

“Red.”

“Red who?”

“Knock, knock,” Esme repeats, a small smile making its way onto her face.

“Who’s there?” Lena asks again. This is going to be a bad joke, she can feel it.

“Red.”

“Red who?”

“Knock, knock,” Esme starts again, getting more and more excited with each word.

If it were anyone else, Lena would’ve rolled her eyes at the joke by now, or let’s be honest, Kara is the only one who tells her bad jokes, and while she’d roll her eyes, she’d listen until the end, just to see the beaming smile on Kara’s face when she said the punchline.

It’s the exact same thing with Esme.

“Who’s there?”

“Orange,” Esme grins, and even though Lena doesn’t know what’s coming, she grins too.

“Orange who?” Lena asks.

“Orange you glad I didn’t say red!” As soon as the words are out of Esme’s mouth, the little girl dissolves into laughter.

Lena would do anything for this little girl.

And she was right, that was a terrible joke.

“Did you like my joke?” Esme asks, voice quieter, once her laughter has died down.

“I did,” Lena smiles, but only because it made Esme smile. “I think Aunt Kara would like that joke too, have you told her?”

“She told it to me!” Esme exclaims.

Lena looks across the room and meets Kara’s eyes, finds her girlfriend already watching them with a smile. “Of course, she did.”

Lena’s not sure if Kara was listening to them, or just happened to look over right before she did, but Kara makes her way towards them. Lena’s question is answered with Kara’s next words.

“Have you been stealing my jokes?” Kara asks, arms going around Esme’s waist, picking the little girl up, tickling her until she’s breathless with laughter.

“Aunt Kara!” Esme manages to say through her giggles.

“Yes, Esme?” Kara asks, looking the picture of innocence as she deposits her niece back on the ground.

“Do you have any more jokes?” Esme asks once she’s righted herself.

“Hmm…” Kara pretends to think, when Lena knows for a fact Kara has dozens. Lena doesn’t entirely get it, the jokes aren’t funny at all, but the way Kara says them, the way she lights up when she tells them, the way Kara beams at the punchline, has made Lena seek them out herself too, remember jokes she’s heard in passing, all so she can tell Kara, just to make her girlfriend smile.

“I’ve got one,” Lena cuts in.

Esme turns to look at her, eyes wide. Kara raises her eyebrow, intrigued too.

“What? I can be funny,” Lena adds under the looks from them both.

“Of course, you can be,” Kara says, leaning into Lena’s side, pressing a kiss to the side of Lena’s temple as she does. Lena will take the kiss, even if Kara’s tone sounds slightly patronising.

“What’s your joke?” Esme asks, rapt attention now solely on Lena.

“What is a balloon’s least favourite type of music?” Lena asks. She pauses for a moment after the question, can tell Kara is trying to think of an answer while Esme just waits patiently for the punchline. Her joke is dumb but she knows her audience, knows they’ll both like it.

“Pop.”

As expected, Esme breaks down in giggles again while Kara grins.

“Aunt Lena, can I go and tell Nia?” Esme asks waiting for Lena’s slightly stunned nod, Lena’s breath suddenly stuck in her throat. Esme races off across the room, intent on talking to Nia.

“She called me ‘Aunt Lena’,” Lena breathes, eyes still on Esme.

“Because you are,” Kara simply replies, stepping into her personal space again now that they’re alone, arms snaking around Lena’s waist to pull her close, drawing Lena’s attention back to Kara.

“Technically I’m not,” Lena says, because it’s true, she’s not, even if they do treat her like family. And this is the first time Esme has ever called her that.

“Not yet,” Kara amends, which makes Lena’s breath catch for a different reason. “But one day you will be. Officially.”

“You want to marry me?” Lena asks, eyes wide.

Kara rolls her eyes with a smile, fingers squeezing Lena’s sides. “Lena, we’ve talked about this before, you know I want to marry you.”

“I know,” Lena smiles. “It’s just nice to hear you say it.”

It still is a surprise that Kara wants to marry her, still makes her wonder how she got so lucky that Kara loves her too. But she knows Kara does love her, knows one day she wants to get married, knows she wants to spend the rest of her life with Lena, and that makes Lena happy beyond words, because she feels the exact same way.

Kara shakes her head with a fond smile before she tilts forward, warm lips pressing against Lena’s. Lena melts into the contact, into the familiarity and warmth of Kara’s kiss.

A small body crashes into their legs, breaking them apart.

Lena looks down, finds Esme’s arms wrapped around them both, her little head tilted back to look up at them. “Nia liked your joke, do you have any more?”

Lena (only somewhat reluctantly) relinquishes her hold on Kara. She takes a seat on the couch, and pats the empty space beside her. “I have a few, want to hear some more?”

Esme nods excitedly, taking the seat beside Lena. She shuffles close, little body now pressed to Lena’s side, Kara taking the seat on the other side of Esme.

This is the family she never thought she’d have, and with Esme laughing beside her, and Kara watching them both fondly, Lena’s never felt happier.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #esme #supercorp fanficc #supercorptober2022

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inaredflush · 1 year

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that was the moment i knew...

a gaby teller solo drabble inspired by + featuring @mercybloomed

“How did you know, mama?” Esme asked as she pushed one last chocolate chip onto the gingerbread man cooling in front of her. It was the first day of winter break and Napoleon was out doing some last-minute Christmas shopping while the girls were at home decorating cookies for their Christmas Dinner at nonna’s house.

“How did I know what, schatzi?” Gaby asked as she stirred the mulling apple cider her hardworking daughter had requested.

“That you loved daddy?”

The question gave her pause. A surprised laugh escaped her as she looked over at her inquisitive (and frosting-covered) girl. “Where did that come from?” The eight-year-old knew that her parents were madly in love, but she didn’t know much about their story.

“I dunno, I was just wondering.” She said with an innocent shrug before the last of the chocolate chips ended up in her mouth. The cider had to mull for quite a while, so Gaby decided a little story time was in order.

After getting the table cleaned off, Gaby sat in her seat next to Esme who always seemed to watch whatever was on the stove extra-carefully when her parents were more than two feet away from it.

“Alright, well…”

“Hold on.” He mouthed to her, those goofy goggles strapped to his head as the buggy raced alongside the car she was in. She’d just watched her father be killed and was all but certain she was next.

But Napoleon and Illya were there, and despite the betrayal she’d been forced into they were there for her. And somewhere deep inside she knew that they would be there.

The German gripped the handlebar and gave him a nod before…he drove her off the road?

What?!

The only noise that broke through the crashing of the Jeep was her scream as they tumbled down the hill. Her head hit the ground and knocked her out. The next thing she knew rain was getting her even more wet after they’d driven through the pond.

Her body screamed in pain, but soon she was shielded from the rain. Her brown eyes opened slowly to see Napoleon above her, desperately trying to rip the handlebar off. Through the rain and aches he seemed like a saint. His idea may have been crazy at the time, but it ended up saving her life.

A rare feeling started to grow in Gaby at that moment: Trust. She could trust Napoleon.

“Mama?” Esme piped in.

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t tell her daughter about the time she almost died. Besides, she had asked about when Gaby knew she was in love with Napoleon. And while that moment of trust was a big one in their relationship it wasn’t the one Esme had asked about.

“Right! Okay. Do you remember us telling you about our friend Illya?”

“The crabby tall man?”

Gaby snorted and nodded. “Yes, the exact one.”

Friend was the savory term. Gaby and Illya had been dating ever since Istanbul. When they started it was blissful. But as the year went on, Gaby was starting to find cracks in their foundation. He was as emotionally available as a sheet of paper. She found herself becoming increasingly unhappy in their relationship and it was distracting her.

That’s how she found herself in the verge of tears in a Parisian dance hall. Technically they were all working and supposed to be casing the layout of a floor for later. Napoleoon’s version of casing the place involved dancing around the floor with a bunch of women in beautiful dresses. Illya’s version involved sitting in one spot and repeatedly telling his girlfriend that he wasn’t going to dance with her.

It was like a slap every time he said no. Gaby loved to dance! She’d taken classes as a child and went dancing every chance she could. Sitting in the sidelines felt like a nightmare. All she could do was tap her toes to the music as they continued.

And then her favorite song came on. As Solomon Burke crooned over the speakers tears welled in her eyes. Gaby looked away from Illya quickly and wiped a tear away before it could fall. When she looked back, Napoleon Solo was standing in front of her.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, his blue eyes betraying sympathy as he extended his hand to Gaby. Illya had started to protest, but she was quick to cut him off waith a glare.

“It would be a pleasure.” Acting like Napoleon was a total stranger. Gaby hopped up and glided over to the dance floor. For his size she was always impressed with how well Napoleon moved. He chuckled as he saw her mouthing the words, but they never stopped dancing.

As the song ended Gaby stepped back to curtsey and go back to her fuming boyfriend, but Napoleon pulled her back into him. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up at him. Her confusion was met with a gentle smile, one that put her at ease.

“Another dance wouldn’t hurt, right?” He asked before leaning down to whisper to her. “And I hate seeing you cry.”

Gaby’s cheeks flushed. “You saw that?”

“Of course I did.” His smile faltered a bit. After a spin, he brought her back in and whispered again. “You deserve to be happy too, Gaby.”

“That was it?” Esme questioned.

Gaby gave her a smile and nodded. “That was it.” She didn’t seem sold. She’d mastered a look of skepticism and Gaby knew she had to elaborate. “He knew I needed something without me having to tell him. Like when he makes you pastina when you get sniffly. Or when you start to get frustrated with your homework and he sits down to help you. He just knows when you need him.”

The girl gave her mom a bright smile. Now she knew exactly what she was talking about. “He is good at that.” As Esme smiles, Gaby felt a pang in her heart. She had Napoleon’s smile and it made her miss him even when he was just out shopping.

Luckily she didn’t have to wait too long. Kal’s barking tipped them off before the door open and Napoleon shouted “Stay in the kitchen!” The telltale sign that he had presents in the bags he’d dragged in front the car.

Gaby laughed and got up, stirring the bubbling cider before removing it from the heat. Esme was bouncing in her chair as she waited for her dad to come in and see the gingerbread men she’d created.

A few minutes later – presents properly hidden – Napoleon came out and gave Gaby’s cheek a kiss before Esme dragged him over to the pan to get a gingerbread man tour.

After she poured their cider, Gaby watched with a soft smile as Esme introduced Napoleon to their new friends. The truth was Gaby Solo fell more and more in love with her husband every day. The dance may have been the moment she fell in love, and someday she would explain to Esme that she just kept falling every day.

#she wrote a song about me | drabble #what am i defending now | gaby teller #i cant stop you putting roots in my dreamland | gapoleon #mercybloomed #mercybloomed: napoleon + gaby

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Jasper Hale Headcanon

(No real warnings, just a small bit of want I think it would be like dating Jasper/Major)

~Jasper is not the jealous type. Not even a little bit.

•He is secure in himself and in your relationship

•He can feel exactly how you feel about him which means idiots like Mike Newton don't get under his skin when they flirt, and they always do

•It actually makes Jasper feel good to know that his girlfriend is so desirable, he knows his girl is beautiful, he's not blind

•Hands however. Hands is a different story.

•The moment it stops being innocent flirting and someone thinks they have the ability...The Right...to put their hands on you, that's when it stops being funny or sweet or anything but enraging to the ex Major of the southern armies

•One of the football players got his wrist snapped the first time he touched you and no one ever put their hands on you again

•Carlisle was called into the principles office to meet with the boys parents, his parents left scolding their son on the way out and Jasper went home with his girl.

~Rosalie and Jasper have become like twins over the years of playing them and she's very protective of him.

•She hates you at first

•Absolutely despises you

•Jasper actually has to put his foot down with her eventually as she scares you a bit too much and he will not have anyone frightening his mate

•It takes about 6 months but she does come around when she overhears you sticking up for her brother to your group of friends who seemed to think that because they were your friends they could talk about your boyfriend however they wanted. They pointed out how angry he looked, or pained, or how he never spoke to anyone asking things that were none of their business until one of them pointed out his scars having seen some on his hands in a class she sat beside him in and the moment Rosalie heard you Go Off on your friend was the moment she decided she actually approved.

~Speaking of his scars, he can't believe you don't care about them

•It is one of the few things Jasper can't stand about himself and the first time you actually saw them the feeling that washed over you from him accidentally projecting was sickening.

•He was shocked when you started yelling at him...yelling at him...

•You made it very clear how you felt about them and about his time with Maria, none of it being his fault. He did what he was taught and had no concept of another way of life for a vampire, he fed like he was taught and fought like he was taught and in your opinion it was 100% Maria's fault.

•You nearly made him cry when you took the time to kiss along every single scar you could see with your weak human eyes, moving from his arms to his neck and jaw before kissing him.

•That was your first kiss and it was perfect for the both of you, neither of you being able to imagine a more tender or loving moment and he never again spoke about his hatred of the scars on his body, at least nowhere you could hear him

~The Major was something that Jasper had briefly spoken to you about, not wanting to scare you with the idea of an alternate personality, promising you he had complete control of it, until of course he didn't.

•The first time you met the Major was in your bedroom when you were both alone in your house, which scared you at first but now you realize was a good thing, not needing everyone in his house to run in and try to restrain him from you.

•The Major was someone that previously only Rosalie could really deal with as she was the only person he didn't dislike, both Carlisle and Edward being too uptight, Alice and Emmett being too excitable and in your face and Bella being too...tasty. The only other person who never had to worry around him was Esme, who he found sweet and almost innocent in how kind she was to him the first time everyone met him when he tried to tear Emmett's head off.

•You had just come back from visiting the Rez with Bella and Jasper was unaware that it was happening until Bella came to their house that night to see Edward and casually mentioned it. He was at your house in less than a minute. By the time he got there he was aware that The Major was just as upset as he was but he needed to see that you were okay.

•'It's okay Jazz, it's not a big deal, I hung out with Paul all the time when we were kids and I visited Forks to see my dad, he was my best friend. Yeah he's a bit more...wolfy now, but it's alright and he got plenty far away from me when he got mad.'

'He shifted in front of you?! You saw him?!'

'Yeah but it's fine, he was just pissed when he found out I was dating a vampire but if he wants our friendship to continue he's gonna have to deal with it...Jazz? Are you okay? You're grabbing at your head like you're in pain, I didn't think vampires could get headaches...Ja-'

'Jasper ain't here right now.' It took him a second but he straightened up, his back almost rigid and his accent thicker than you had ever heard it before. 'Don't be afraid, I can feel how scared ya are Sugar, ya don't need to be. You're my mate as much as ya are Jasper's and I would never hurt my mate.'

•You didn't feel threatened by him at all knowing he was right, Jasper would never hurt his mate and that means The Major wouldn't either. You argued about him not wanting you on the Rez anymore but you stood your ground, determined to keep your childhood friend as long as you could, knowing he wouldn't be able to see you again once Jasper changed you. He clearly wasn't used to you like Jasper was, arguing much longer than he would have and eventually getting kicked out when he tried to put his foot down on the subject, only getting a chuckle from you at the idea of that.

•You waited into the night for Jasper to come back and around 10 o'clock your window opened again, your blond Texan emerging from the cold but as soon as you saw his body language you knew it still wasn't him.

•'I thought I told you to get out. I don't want a man that thinks he can control me in my room and I-'

'I'm sorry.'

'-don't-huh?'

He took a deep unneeded breath before continuing. 'I need to apologize Sugar, first time ya met me and I pitched a hissy fit. I'm sorry...I won't try and stop ya from seeing your friend anymore but...please be careful, I want phone calls when you go and when you're coming back, pick ya up at the border myself if ya need, don't hide it no more and I swear to god if one of 'em hurts ya there ain't a treaty in the world that'll stop me, I'll kill 'em all, I-' you shut him up with a forceful kiss and his hands grabbed your waist instantly, enjoying his first time getting to kiss you when you pulled back, looking at what you felt in his hand. 'Oh, I uh-I got ya this. Know ya like 'em stuffed animals, Jaspers gotten you like 20 of 'em but uh...I don't remember much from being human, I mean Jasper doesn't uh-anyway I remember huntin' with someone and black bears is one of the only things I remember and I tried to figure if ya had one or not and...well I got this one for ya.’

•That pulled at your heart strings and you took the stuffie, pulling him over to your bed and snuggling in with him for the rest of the night. Somewhere through the night Jasper came back to himself, actually waking you up to make sure you were okay, physically and with him all around.

•You are the only person that has ever accepted Jasper so easily in everything, everything he's insecure about and everything most people are scared of but you love him too much not to.

I got a little carried away with the Major bit but I have quite a few firm thoughts about him and what he's really like so, maybe more in the future if you want.

#vampire #twilight #cullen coven #jasper hale #jasper #jasper cullen #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x oc #jasper hale x you #jasperhalexy/n #jasper cullen x reader #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper hale smut #twilight smut #twilight imagine #jasper hale imagine #jaspercullenimagine #jasper whitlock imagine

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ineedmorefanfics2 · 3 years

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Twilight Masterlist

✧ One Shots

Summer Breeze - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry is a personal heater, and Y/N uses that to her advantage.

I’m Sorry - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry imprints on Y/N but doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for.

Never Again - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry hasn’t imprinted on his girlfriend Y/N and fears for their future.

Soft Lips - Embry Call X Fem!Reader

Embry imprinted on Y/N three months ago. Why is he holding back his feelings?

Issues - Paul Lahote X Fem!Cullen!Reader

Paul and Y/N talk about kids. It doesn’t go as expected.

Halloween Hangout - Paul Lahote X Fem!Cullen!Reader

Y/N helps her family and her boyfriend get into the Halloween spirit.

Missed You - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Paul works later than expected.

In The Clouds - Paul Lahote X GN!Reader

Paul and Y/N decide to relax in the best way they know how. Smoking weed.

Outcasts - Paul Lahote X Male!Reader

Y/N deals with some homophobia from the pack.

Baby Fever - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Y/N, a human with powers, argues with her boyfriend Paul after he sides with Sam about killing Renesmee.

Killing Me Softly - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Paul questions his imprinting after his human imprint, Y/N, gets attacked by a vampire, venom already going to work when he reaches her.

Love Hurts - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Paul’s anger gets in the way of date night.

My Bad - Jacob Black X Fem! Reader

Y/N, Jacob’s imprint, and Emily get into Paul’s “special” brownies while the pack is on patrol.

Innocent Moments - Seth Clearwater X Fem!Reader

Seth comes home late.

Hold Me - Rosalie Hale X Fem!Reader

Rosalie gets upset when her human mate gets hurt.

Danger - Edward Cullen X Male!Reader

Y/N, Paul’s cousin stumbles upon something he shouldn’t had seen in the woods.

Impossible - Esme X Carlisle X Fem!Reader

Y/N, a nomad vampire with extraordinary powers, makes the discovery that you can have more than one mate.

Spills And Corsets - Alec Volturi X Fem!Reader

After an accident that results in Y/N’s clothes getting ruined, she’s forced to wear a corset for the rest of the day.

✧ Series

Fate Is… - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader (1) (2) (3) (4)

Paul imprinting on a Cullen? Let’s see how this plays out…

Expecting - Paul Lahote X Pregnant!Fem!Reader (1) (2)

What’s it like expecting when your family is a pack of shapeshifters? A whole lotta love.

✧ Drabbles

“What did you swallow?” - Rosalie Hale X Fem!Reader

“Oh, this will be fun!” - Seth Clearwater X Fem!Reader

“Did you buy me flowers?” - Leah Clearwater X Fem!Reader

I Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend - Leah Clearwater X Fem!Reader

Leah and Y/N discover Girl In Red.

Warm Bodies - Alice Cullen X Male!Reader

It’s cuddle time for Alice and her mate.

✧ Headcanons

Embry Call NSFW Alphabet

Paul Lahote NSFW Alphabet

Sam Uley NSFW Alphabet

Quil Ateara NSFW Alphabet

Jacob Black NSFW Alphabet

Leah Clearwater NSFW Alphabet

Seth Clearwater NSFW Alphabet

Jasper Hale NSFW Alphabet

Emmett Cullen NSFW Alphabet

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adatheromcomaddict · 3 years

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New Family

Hi everyone! Thanks for the love on my previous post!! I promised some people that I would post again soon, so here I am!

If you read the Jasper preference on my last post, then you would know that this one is a bit of a similar storyline to that, but it’s not a jasper x reader.

This imagine is again from my Wattpad, so go follow me on there at the same username I have on here.

Here we go!!

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New Family

I had recently been turned by Carlisle Cullen. (You get to figure out what it was that you got saved from, also I guess the treaty doesn't exist????)

I took the last name, since he had told me that the rest of the adopted vampires had. (Do Jasper and Rose count? Also, Bella isn't a Cullen yet, but she is still there.)

But, I was yet to meet any of them. Besides Carlisle.

He took me to the hospital to recover instead of to his house.

The burning had finally stopped. Emphasis on finally.

I had been lost in my thoughts, when Carlisle opened the door.

"Y/N."

"Hello Carlisle." I replied, sitting up in my bed.

"We're going to take you home today. That is unless you have decided not to." He explained.

"No, I want to meet everyone."

"Alright. Take your time to get ready, and then we will head home."

I did everything I needed to do, when Carlisle appeared again.

"I'm ready." I smiled. I looked in the mirror on the wall, at my bright red eyes, one last time. Carlisle hadn't taken me hunting yet.

"Okay." He smiled back.

We took the drive, which should've been longer, but thanks to his driving skills was quite short, and parked in the garage. The second we walked in the house, everyone was waiting by the door.

I looked around and saw four women. One, tall, beautiful, and blonde. The other three were just as beautiful, but were all brunettes.

Then, I kept looking, and saw three boys. One was standing next to the blonde, and was quite large. Another was standing next to the shorter, pixie-cut, one, with blonde curly hair, and the final was with the girl with the delicious smell.

So that's what being thirsty felt like.

The boy next to her tightened his grip on her waist when I thought that. Strange.

The first to introduce herself to me, was the pixie-cut girl. I didn't know what else to call her.

"Hello! I'm Alice. You must be Y/N! Carlisle has told us so much about you." She grinned widely.

So, pixie-cut was named Alice. I will remember.

"And I must say, you won't need as much help as Bella here does with your wardrobe." I turned my eyes to where she was looking, and everyone stared. If I could still blush, I would be. Very brightly.

My throat started hurting. Incredibly painful, is all I could think.

I looked away then, and the woman that was now next to Carlisle introduced herself as Esme. Carlisle had told me about her.

Blonde was next. And her, I'm assuming, boyfriend.

"I'm Rosalie. This is my husband Emmett."

"Oh, and this is Jasper." Alice said, appearing next to him again.

"Hello." He said.

Finally, I turned my head back towards the delicious one.

"Hello, Y/N. I'm Edward, and this is my girlfriend Bella. As you may have noticed, she is still a human." He explained, slowly.

"Yes, my throat noticed too." Everyone laughed quietly, except for Bella. She just looked more frightened.

When I mentioned my throat, it started to hurt like hell. I moved my hand up to it. (Bella much?)

"Yes, we should take you hunting Y/N." Carlisle said, breaking the small silence that had happened. "Does anyone want to go with her?" He asked.

"I will!" Alice exclaimed, running to me, and linking arms.

Before I could say anything, she was pulling me through the forest.

"Carlisle most likely told you, but we don't drink humans blood." Alice said.

"Yes, I know. Animals only." I laughed.

"Good. There should be a deer somewhere nearby..." She got quiet, then kept pulling me through. "We'll start easy."

When we found the deer, we chased after it, and caught it. I carefully sunk my teeth into the deer's neck, feeling sort of bad for killing the innocent creature.

When I was done drinking, I was still thirsty, but it was good enough for now.

Alice and I ran back to the house. It had only taken us a little while. Shorter than I expected.

It was around dinner time, but we didn't need to eat.

"Welcome back Y/N." Edward said.

I smiled at him, and at Bella, when I noticed in a mirror hanging on the wall that my eyes were a lighter red now.

I sighed in relief. It was creeping me out.

"Well, why don't we sit down and we can all talk about our backstories." Alice suggested. "That way, Y/N can get to know us better."

"Sounds like a plan." Esme smiled.

We all went into the sitting room.

"Well, I've already told you my story, Y/N." Carlisle said first.

"I'll go next." Edward replied.

"Carlisle told me you had the Spanish Flu. I'm sorry... that must've been... rough." Sounded like a sensible thing to say to someone that went through that.

Edward laughed.

"Well, you may not know this, but I can read minds." He said. That explains that situation.

"Well, Y/N," Alice said next, "I was institutionalized by my family. There was a tracker, someone who also tracked Bella," I looked towards Bella, and she cringed at the memory. "And someone turned me, protecting me from him. Jasper, why don't you go next."

Alice's story was a bit more sad than Edward's.

"I was in the Confederate Army. A woman named Maria turned me. Then I met Alice." He kept his story brief.

"I lost my child to lung fever." Esme said. That was abrupt. "I attempted suicide, but Carlisle found me, and turned me. Shortly after Edward." She smiled.

"Well, I was... abused... and left to die... in the middle of the street. By my fiance and his stupid friends. Then Carlisle found me, like everyone else."

"I was mauled by a bear." Emmett laughed.

"And, I'm not a vampire yet...." Bella laughed shyly.

I knew that, thanks to my thirst.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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not the same anon but I was wondering: what if bella was in a time loop from almost getting hit by the truck to the end of the baseball game?

For reference, the time loop post.

Well, as usual, the answer is not good places. Because instead of a one shot way through life, Bella is now playing a game of probability. As we know from Alice telling Edward even about the meadow alone, the odds were not in Bella’s favor.

Loop One

So, Bella goes through the loop for the first time. She’s in love with Edward, just now gets to meet his amazing family, and gets a hint that something’s going very wrong at the baseball game. However, before the hunt is on with James and Victoria, Bella’s magicked back to nearly being hit by the truck.

She’s probably really dazed for a few days but probably tells Edward up front “you’re a vampire, I know, we’ve done this before” and Edward flips out. The family has their vote, Bella now knowing exactly what they are probably causes the paranoid members to have stronger opinions but I imagine mercy wins out and Bella’s spared. Bella comes and tells them that she’s in a time loop and this is when Bella realizes things aren’t quite right.

Her relationships with the Cullens don’t pick up where they left off. Alice is a little more hesitant in being her friend, as Bella now threatens to usurp her position of seer. She’s still perky and enthused by the idea, but a little less gung ho, noticeably so to Bella. Things are worse with Edward.

Bella’s ready to love Edward and be loved by him in turn right this second. Edward only realized he was in love after Alice tells him so when the family puts Bella’s life to a vote. In that instant he was incredibly resistant to the idea and appalled by it. This time, it’s not just Alice telling him, it’s Bella herself. I imagine Edward’s very uncomfortable with that.

He still has this ongoing fantasy that he can and will nobly leave Bella for her own good with Bella none the wiser. He slowly finds himself realizing that he can’t ignore her and can’t not be involved in her life, and tells himself this is still fine and he can maintain this balancing act. In other words, approaching Bella initially was very much something on Edward’s terms.

Now it’s not. Bella knows everything without him saying a word, Bella sees himself as his girlfriend, without him deciding to give in to his feelings, Bella has fond memories of time spent with an Edward Cullen who doesn’t even exist anymore, everything is completely outside of his control.

I imagine Edward would actively resist any romantic overtures with this Bella. He’ll prove her wrong, save her humanity, and do everything on his terms. He cautions the entire family, but especially Alice, from approaching Bella much as he did in canon.

Bella is utterly heartbroken, everything’s changed and she doesn’t understand. The day of the baseball game comes, Bella’s not invited, and she finds herself looping.

The Second Loop

Bella’s learned her lesson. This time, she’s keeping her mouth fucking shut, it doesn’t matter that she can’t lie because no one will ever ask. She goes even further than she did the first time and doesn’t insist to Edward she knows he’s not human. She pretends she hit her head hard enough that she doesn’t remember. This will spare him and the family that nasty fight over what to do about Bella.

Unfortunately, without this, there’s no catalyst to push Edward into realizing his romantic feelings. Alice’s visions only seemed to solidify with the potential fight between Edward and Jasper. Edward remains hot and cold during Biology, still sneaks into her bedroom (though likely without Bella ever being aware), but never pursues or even thinks about the label of “boyfriend” the way he did in canon.

Bella tries to get close to Edward but he wigs out every time she tries and actively pushes her away. He spends the weeks very much in conflict over his own feelings and not quite sure why he feels the way he does.

The day of the baseball game comes, Bella is not invited, and she loops again.

The Third Loop

Bella decides that, clearly, the answer is to do everything exactly the way she did it the first time.

Bella hints to Edward that she knows he’s not human after the van incident, she goes to Port Angeles and wanders around the streets waiting for potential rapists to follow her, she has her back and forth with Edward where he cryptically warns her away from him but also begs her to stay.

This goes great until the meadow.

Alice tells us in Midnight Sun that, if she’s being generous, Bella’s odds of survival are 40/60. She then estimates lower with a grimace that it might actually be more like 35/65.

Point being, it’s not good, and more than likely that Edward’s going to eat Bella. If Bella plays Russian Roulette long enough, one day, the bullet will exit the chamber.

Bella loses the meadow and loops.

The Next N Loops

Bella, more often than not, can make it to the meadow but then is eaten. She keeps trying, with increasing desperation, but gets more and more strained. Now as the date of the meadow approaches, rather than be something she looks forward to, she flinches and has to steel herself.

Edward, of course, notices, which only makes it more likely that he lose control as rather than this innocent trusting creature who believes in him Bella is the girl who knows he’s going to eat her.

If Bella makes it past the meadow she often also gets eaten, either by Edward or a family member who loses control. If she makes it all the way to the baseball game it’s just that, she makes it to the baseball game and no further.

Eventually, I think this wears her down. Bella can’t find the energy to do this anymore, she doesn’t want to do this anymore, and she has her first loop where she doesn’t pursue Edward.

Except he... doesn’t leave her alone.

She finds that, when she wants to get rid of him, he’s impossible to get rid of. Which of course aggravates her to no end. In fact, it probably drives her a little mad.

The Insanity Loops

Eventually, Bella realizes these loops aren’t stopping and makes life ultimately meaningless. Why should she go to high school? The only reason is to see Edward, and he’s starting to become a bit much for her. Why should she work so hard to be a part of Edward’s life when she’ll be back in the same position in a few weeks?

I imagine Bella starts skipping school, stops doing homework, and does increasingly erratic things. She goes cliff diving, runs away from home and goes travelling without telling anyone, much to everyone freaking out.

Eventually, Bella decides that the only way she might get out of the loops is if she becomes a vampire.

The Bella Tries To Convince Somebody To Turn Her Loops

Bella first approaches Edward, she tells him everything, and that the only way she might escape that she hasn’t tried so far is becoming a vampire. No worries if he kills her, they might have better luck next time and he’s eaten her plenty of times already.

Edward is horrified and does not want to play ball at all. He flips out, demands the family pack up and leave Bella with no options, and Bella loops again.

Bella tries Alice, Alice has a similar reaction that she did in New Moon. She doesn’t personally have the control, more, it would completely alienate her from Edward. No need to rush things, Bella will be a vampire eventually (or dead).

Rosalie is disgusted, Jasper is very confused and also horrified, Emmett is confused and doesn’t want to piss off Rosalie, Esme eats Bella before she can get a word out, which leaves Carlisle.

Carlisle and Bella have one seriously weird conversation about her loops in which Bella provides knowledge she can’t possibly know about. Carlisle’s concern is that it’s probably not Bella’s humanity that’s the problem. Likely, she has an out of control and very powerful gift. As a vampire, there’s a chance it could get worse somehow.

Still, after much persuading, he agrees to try. Edward loses his mind. Again, all of this has not only spiralled out of his control but he never had control to begin with. In this timeline, Bella spoke to Carlisle about this in the hospital after the van incident.

Bella learns that doing this completely destroys her relationship with Edward more than anything ever has. Nonetheless they do it and...

Well, either Bella stops looping, is now a Cullen, has disappeared off the face of the Earth for her family, and ruined her relationship with Edward before it even started. That, or she’s still looping, and has reached peak despair.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #time loop #bella swan #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #edward/bella #anti edward/bella #alice cullen #anti alice cullen #carlisle cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

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@jmathesonandsiblings - Dialogue 9. Lace protects Esme, then teases her about the dangers of late night walks...

#original creations #shadow world #lace the serial killer #esme the innocent girlfriend #scary story prompts

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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Twice the Chaos: Chapter 5

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!DemonHybrid)OC: Pandora Barlowe

Summary: You were only passing through. You had nowhere to go; you were the spawn of Satan himself. There was no place in the world for you. Until you met a blonde vampire.

Warnings: Mentions of the last chapter’s NSFW section

A/n: Rosalie and Pandora get an unexpected visit from a fast-developed newborn pack...

Key: Bold/Italics = Telepathic Conversation/Thoughts

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After finally getting Rosalie out of bed, the both of you walk down the stairs, the rest of the Cullens’ were all in the living room.

“Well you two certainly had fun last night,” Emmet teases the both of you

“Emmet!” Rosalie growls

“What?” He asks, trying to sound innocent

“I’m glad you two are finally together,” Alice comes up to hug you

You were almost knocked off your feet when Alice practically jumps into your arms. You could easily see the look of jealousy swiping across Rosalie’s face.

“Relax sis,” Alice smiles, “I’m just congratulating your little lover. I won’t steal her or anything... Maybe.”

“Alice,” Esme attempts to hide a smile

“Secret’s out I guess,” You smile

“Oh, It’s been obvious,” Emmet teases

“Emmet...” Rosalie growls

“What? Am I wrong?” He asks

“Not exactly,” You chuckle

Later, you and Rosalie go out for a jog through your part of the woods. However, once the both of you had gotten to the clearing to catch your breath, your head shoots over your shoulder. Rosalie immediately pulls you into her embrace.

“I can protect myself you know,” You smirk down at her

“Might as well give you a show of how I kick ass,” Rosalie claps back

“So cocky,” You smile

The small happy moment was short lived when the both of you heard many footsteps coming closer to the both of you.

“Easy Rosie...” You say, calming your girlfriend

“The name’s Mire,” The female newborn introduces herself, emerging from the treeline, “I’m afraid we have had some unnecessary business last time... Where... You killed my mate.”

[A/N: Pronounced as “Mi-reh”]

“Oh...” You sigh, “That was your mate? Well, sorry not sorry he tried to sexually assault my girlfriend.”

“From what my little newborns told me, she was trying to seduce him,” Mire explains

“Lies!” Rosalie interjects, “I’m in love with Pandora!”

She attempts to run up to the newborn, but you hold her back with a single touch. She eases. Mire looks at you, eyeing you up and down your figure.

“Falling in love with a demon?” The other woman scoffs at the idea, “That’s unheard of.”

“She’s not like all of the demons we commonly know,” Rosalie tries to protest, “She’s only a hybrid.”

Rosie... Are you even trying to help me here?

I’m trying! I don’t know what is coming out of my mouth...

With once glance from Mire, Rosalie begins heaving over. Beginning to choke... Beginning to writhe in pain.

Stop... Stop...

“H-hey stop!” You try to turn Rosalie over

Her eyes beginning to roll to the back of her head...

“STOP!” You scream

You gently let Rosalie out of your lap; your hybrid form coming back. You charge at Mire, in hopes to make her stop. You hear Rosalie beginning to breathe in and out, making you slow down and slightly turn your head to make sure she was okay. However, when you turn back to Mira, another newborn; taller and even further physically fit than you are, stops you with a single wrist grab.

“Let. Go of me!” You scream and growl

You weren’t sure it was because you just recently turned half demon but you try to punch him with your other hand. Horus throws you with ease, knocking your back against a tree.

“Pandora!” Rosalie gasps for air

“Now now Horus,” Mire says, “Don’t break the poor child now.”

“Oh you should see me when I’m about to rip you to shreds,” You wheeze out air

“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” Mire continues to taunt you

Don’t tempt her.

Mire’s smile drops.

What are you?

The entity that lives inside Pandora... You and your little posse do as so much as lay an other finger on her there will be hell to pay!

“He could be useful...” Mire whispers to herself, “We’ll settle this later... Demon.”

The four newborns walk back into the direction they came. Rosalie helps you sit up and examines your injury.

“I’m fine Rosie,” You assure her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Rosalie growls

Her head turns to the direction of where all of the newborns had walked back into. Still holding Rosalie in your lap, you groan in pain as you clutch at your shoulder.

“That newborn has what now?” Jasper asks

“Apparently she’s like Jane...” Rosalie explains

“Her little posse can easily throw me across the clearing, even if I’m in my hybrid form,” You sigh, tilting your neck to the side, “Really did a damn number on me too...”

“What do we do?” Bella asks

“We can’t let them kill anymore humans,” Carlisle says calmly, “How many were there?”

“About five... ten the night before. Before I single-handedly took out five..” You sigh, wincing in pain, “I’m going to bed...”

You stand and begin making your way to Rosalie’s bedroom. You sit down at the edge of her bed, attempting to ease the pain in your shoulder.

“Fuck...” You growl, falling back into the un-made bed, “How the hell am I going to get this pain out of my shoulder?....”

“You okay?” Rosalie asks

You tilt your head into the mattress and see Rosalie... Upside down.

“Pretty sure you’re a bat... Since you’re upside down,” You joke

Rosalie lets out a giggle as she walks towards you. She begins crawling into bed, lifting your head to put into her lap. She begins running her fingers through your hair as you close your eyes to savor the feeling.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Rosalie teases you, “You okay?”

“My damn shoulder...” You sigh, “That Horus guy really knocked my shoulder out...”

Rosalie sighs as she continues to brush your hair. She watches you grunt in pain with every breath you took. You look up at her and notice how her eyes had darkened with sorrow.

“Guess it’s my turn to ask if you’re okay,” You sigh

You raise your undamaged arm and caress Rosalie’s jawline as she sighs, leaning into your touch

“Those damn newborns...” Rosalie growls, “What gives them the right to be on our land... Laying hands on my girl...”

“I’m fine... Really- OW!” You grunt in pain

You shoot your head up from Rosalie’s lap. Rosalie immediately places her hand against the pained spot and you ease.

“I’m sorry!” Rosalie immediately jumps

“No no... It’s fine..” You sigh, “That’s actually good...”

“What?... My... Touch?” She asks, beginning to give you a massage

You let out a growl, a growl that sends a chill down Rosalie’s spine as she continues to ease your shoulder pain. You hear a ‘snap’ as you yelp out in pain.

“What was that for?!” You ask

“Was out of place,” She says, “Feels a lot better now right?”

“I can’t tell yet...” You groan

You let yourself fall right beside her, Rosalie propping herself up on her elbows and looks down at you.

“Okay, now I’m beginning to feel it,” You smile, sighing in relief

Rosalie smiles as her blonde locks fall against your shoulders as she begins moving your messy brunette locks away from your face.

“Hey you two! Oh!-” Alice comes bursting into the room

“Have you ever heard of knocking Alice?” Rosalie scoffs

“Sorry but, there’s a note for Pandora,” Alice holds a folded sheet of paper

You lift yourself and flip your body over, so that you were on your limbs. You reach out for the folded sheet of paper. The both of you watch Alice walk out from the doorway.

“Well, what does it say?” Rosalie asks, adjusting herself

You begin unravelling the folded paper...

‘Meet at sunrise... Just you. Not even your little lover. Don’t keep me waiting. Or we’ll end your little family.’ - Mire

“Hell no,” Rosalie says, taking the paper, “You’re not doing that...”

“Rosie...” You sigh, watching her get up from the bed and begin pacing around her room, “They could kill all of you...”

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Rosalie says, “We’ve battled more than a simple four person newborn army.”

“Mire had mind control abilities, Horus has super strength.... Did you see how far that guy had flung me across the clearing?” You ask Rosalie, “I could never ask your family to help me with something they’re mad at me about...”

“You don’t really have to ask,” Carlisle says, from the doorway

You and Rosalie turn to see the entire Cullen family; even Edward at the door.

“You’re apart of this family now Pandora, Demon or not,” He says, calmly, “We’ll help you no matter what.”

You sigh, knowing there was no way to argue with Carlisle.

“My pack will join the fight too,” Jacob interrupts

You all turn to him, standing in the doorway next to Renesmee.

“We just saw more newborns crossing with that Mire chick,” He explains

“Thank you Jacob,” Carlisle says

“They’re all after me...” You say, standing up, “I can’t ask you to get involved in any of this...”

“We’re not asking to,” Rosalie comes up behind you, giving you a reassuring shoulder touch

“It’s difficult to take on many newborns by yourself,” Jasper adds, “Even if you are a hybrid of a demon.”

They all give you a slight smile as they all make their exit from Rosalie's room

“Fine,” You sigh, “We fight them together...”

"Lets go prepare," Carlisle suggests

Rosalie stands as she begins stripping her clothing off of her body, your heard instinctively looking into another direction as she turns to you.

"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before," Rosalie smirks at you as she puts more athletic clothing on

"Not used to it," You say, slightly smiling

You later rummage through your own clothing for yourself to change in before following the Cullens’ into the woods to train. The wolf pack Jacob mentioned came along as well, in their wolf forms.

"We've all battled newborns before," Jasper says, "But just because we have, doesn't mean we should know what to expect."

"Mire has mind pain control powers..." You explain, "Horus, has undeniable strength, even I, in my hybrid form couldn't get through to him..."

"They have evolved, gained those gifts faster than one can develop them," Jasper explains, "That is why we must stay sharp and avoid their gifts. Or we will lose. Bella, is a Shield. She will be able to project as such to those around her."

"Jasper..." Bella starts, "I don't know how long i can last using it..."

"And that is why we are training now," Jasper says

You watch Jasper go through each of the Cullens, giving the pack a new demonstration of "how to kill newborn vampires" training session.

"Pandora," Jasper calls out to you

Your name being called brings you back out from your thoughts as you step past him, watching Rosalie walk up to you.

"You can be in your hybrid form if you want," Rosalie smiles at you

"You sure?" You ask, returning the same smile

She nods. You shrug off your worry and begin changing. Embers began flying off from the tip of your horns as they grew out from your head, your leggings beginning to singe, your nails turning black and your fingertips looking like they've been dipped in charcoal and your eyes turning to their demon-like pupils and irises.

"Can't guarantee that I'll hold back," You smirk

She runs at you, attempting to throw a punch, but you easily catch it, pulling it as she yanks it away successfully. You lose balance before you holds you up.

"I wouldn't want you to," she whispers into you ear

She says it only for you to hear. You shiver as she pushes you back onto your feet and tries to leg sweep you however, you roll dive forward as you attempt to headbutt her in the stomach.

"Don't lose focus now Barlowe," Emmet teases you

"Not the plan man," you tease him back

After getting your ass knocked onto the ground once again, you were beginning to feel the anger begin to build up.

Calm down kiddo...

I’m trying...

But trying wasn’t good enough.

“Pandora?...” Rosalie calls out to you

“Run...” You growl

“No,” Rosalie stands her ground

You let out a snarl and begin advancing towards her. Jasper comes up to you, but stands in place as you begin walking past him.

“Jasper... What’s wrong?” Alice comes up to him

“We need to snap her out of her trance...” Jasper panics

“H-Hey Pan... You... You can stop now,” Rosalie suggests

She stands up and begins walking towards you, hoping that her touch would ease your anger.

“Stop...” You growl

Rosalie begins drawing her back back towards herself when she notices you stopping in your tracks, your head looking down at the ground.

“Not... Her...” You continue growling, “Emmet!”

Right on cue, he knocks you out cold, as if it was apart of some plan to get you to come to.

“Why the hell would you do that Emmet?!” Rosalie angrily walks up to him

“The tone... The tone in her voice... It was like she was telling me to,” Emmet says, “As if that was the only way to get her to calm down.”

“We’re done for the day,” Carlisle tells the Wolf Pack

As the wolf pack begins to disappear into the tree line, Rosalie chucks Emmet across the clearing, slamming his back into a tree.

“Rosalie! Calm down!” Esme begs

“I’ll take her back to the estate,” Carlisle says, picking up your unconscious body, “Rosalie, Pandora isn’t dead. She made the right choice.”

Rosalie lets out consistent breaths as she watches Emmet get up from the ground, stretching out his shoulder.

Chapter 6

#rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #female reader #twilight saga

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ao3feed-supercorp · 3 years

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Something to Celebrate

by TheMordSith

Esme, hyped up on sugar energy and party excitement, skipped over to the pair. She studied them with curious eyes. “Are you girlfriends?” she sweetly and innocently asked.

Kara choked on air and Lena’s throat went dry, forcing a dehydrated cookie cough. Their friends all swiveled towards them, nosy and completely interested in the answer. Kara gave Lena a shy look and bent down to get to Esme’s eye level. “No, we’re best friends. What makes you think that we’re—“ She coughed. “—girlfriends?”

At a welcoming game night for Esme, Kara and Lena are their usual obvious selves. Esme asks an innocent question and through the use of her powers, gets some interesting answers. A silly fic for fun and giggles.

Words: 1469, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Supercorptober 2021

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Lena Luthor, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Nia Nal, Brainy, Esme, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Additional Tags: Supercorptober 2021, Supercorptober, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, One Shot, Silly, Humor, Post 6x15

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Satisfaction

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader, Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: //

Summary: YN can’t help but be drawn to finn’s older brother Tommy...

AN: okay so I have VERY mixed feelings about this bc on the one hand bby Finn, but on the other hand, Tommy knows what he’s doing. So basically, Finn and YN are more friends with benefits than boyfriend and girlfriend

Warnings: smut, (sort of) cheating, Dom/sub kink, rough sex, spanking

Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, facing away from a snoring Finn. There was no dull ache in your thighs, no love bites on your skin... you sighed, standing up and wrapping finn’s shirt around yourself as you padded to his little bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed away the sticky mess between your thighs that came all to quickly for your liking. You glared at your reflection, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t look well-fucked and you certainly didn’t feel it. Sighing to yourself, you buttoned the shirt up and slipped into your knickers again before getting back into bed.

What you wouldn’t give to have your knickers torn and your wrists rubbed raw from bonds. As Finn snored, your mind wandered... you nodded off to images of your ass getting swatted, your tits being pinched, your cunt being well and truly used... Finn was a lovely boy, and you’d known him since you were little, but... he was shit at sex. You brought it up several times, asking him to finger you or eat you out or control you in some way, but he always told you he didn’t have the time, that he had to be somewhere. It was always fast, sloppy and over in minutes. And it was leaving you increasingly frustrated.

It all came to a head a few weeks later. As you walked into the garrison, Harry asked if you could take the tray of whiskeys into the snug, as the bar was getting pretty busy. You smiled, happy to help, but when you got into the snug, your ankle rolled in your stupid new shoes, and the glasses shattered to the floor. “Fuck!”

“Now now,” tommy grinned, blowing out a puff of smoke as you got on your knees to tidy the mess up. “Such deplorable language from a sweet young lady. Leading our Finn astray,”

You glared up at him, your lips curling into a pout. “Oh piss off, Shelby,” you hissed.

“Oy. Language.” He said lowly. You stared into his eyes for a moment, unable to stop your shiver at the commanding tone.

“Yes, Sir,” you mumbled. You soon cleared up the mess and got fresh glasses, before Finn pulled you onto his lap. John and Arthur whistled, and you blushed furiously, looking down. A while later, he began pressing clumsy kisses to your neck, mistaking your squirm as you enjoying it. You soon had enough. “Ugh... Finn. Pack it in! I’m no5 in the mood,” you groaned, pushing him away slightly and pouring yourself more whiskey. Finn looked at you.

“Ah come on, YN, let’s go home...” he said, biting his lip at you slightly. He was getting cocky recently, for no rea reason. You didn’t really like it. “I’ll sort you out, eh...”

You gritted your teeth. “No. I’m not going home with you tonight Finn. I’m not in the mood,” you stood up from the table going to the bathroom to take a moment. When you returned to the snug, Finn had left. You sighed feeling a little guilty, but at the same time... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Eventually John and Arthur left (John to go and relive Esme of the kids, and Arthur because he was very nearly passing out with the amount of whiskey he’d consumed). That left you and tommy.

Tommy watched you for a moment as you leaned back. In actual fact, he’d been watching you since you dropped the glasses. When you pushed Finn away, saying you weren’t in the mood, he had cocked his eyebrow up. You were flustered, your brow slightly clammy... breathing heavily, irritable... oh yes. Tommy Shelby could practically feel the sexual tension radiating off you. He was confused at first- Finn had told his brothers about when he first fucked you, if he wondered in late and looking dazed... clearly his younger brother was enjoying himself more than his fuck buddy. “Finn worn you out then?” He smirked, sipping his drink. You looked up with wide eyes.

“Wh...” you began. You were about to bluff, but then you saw the stony look etched onto his handsome face and buckled, unwittingly allowing yourself to submit to him without him really trying. “No. Not in the slightest,” you murmured, looking down to your lap.

“Eyes up.”

Your head shot up and you looked at him with wide innocent eyes. He smirked. “So responsive. Haven’t even touched you yet. Come here,” he arched his brows in question, and you quickly crawled over to him. You sighed happily, letting him stroke your hair affectionately as you kneeled on the booth. “You’re practically buzzing with energy...” he murmured. “I bet you’ve never had a proper orgasm, have you pet?” You blushed slightly and mumbled, looking down. “What’s that? Speak up,” he ordered. You looked up and gulped.

“I have but... not with Finn,” you said, biting your lip softly. Tommy smirked.

“Not with Finn, ay? With somebody else then?” You shook your head and his eyes darkened. “Oh... by your own hands?”

“Yes sir,” you murmured. Tommy squeezed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, leaning close to you.

“Like a little slut, ay? Naughty little sluts like you deserve to be punished, don’t they, Hmm?” You moaned wantonly, nodding eagerly.

“ Please...” you whispered.

***

Not fifteen minutes later you found yourself pushed up against your front door by your throat as tommy kissed you roughly while you shoved his coat off his arms. He wedged his thigh between your legs, groaning as he trailed kisses down your neck as you ground your hips on his leg.

“Look at you, already so needy,” he growled, biting your shoulder harshly. You whined out, quivering with excitement. “Tell me what you want, yn, and make sure you ask nicely,”

You moaned softly. “P-please, sir, please f-fuck me and spank me... please make me cum, please sir!”

Tommy smirked, kissing your forehead. “Good girl. Go to your bedroom. I want you naked. I want you with your face down and your pretty arse up, with your legs spread... off you go,” you moaned softly and nodded eagerly, practically running to get into position. He shook his head fondly at your innocent eagerness. He soon arrived in your room and groaned at the sight, licking his lips. “Right... YN... this will be more intense than what you’ve ever had, you understand?” You nodded. “Verbal answers,” he said sharply.

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked.

“So if it gets too much, you’re to tell me. If it gets too much, say... red, alright? Colour system. Amber if it’s getting too intense, red if you really need to stop, Green if everything is okay. So, what colour are you now?”

“Green, sir,” you said, biting your lip. He nodded and came up behind you. You held your breath for a moment, waiting for him to fuck you into oblivion.

His hand cracked against your arse and you jolted, letting out a squeal.

“Colour?” Tommy asked, rubbing away the sting.

“Still green. More, please, more!” You begged.

“Whore,” he said simply, before planting three more spanks on your arse in rapid succession. He let you calm down for a moment, before alternating between each cheek, warming up your skin. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Whose good girl are you, YN?”

“Y-yours, Tommy! Yours!” You cried out, biting your lip hard. He gave you a few more swats before dipping his fingers into your wetness. “Oh- Oh! Please fuck me, please!” You moaned, pushing yourself back on his fingers. He grinned, smearing your wetness around your needy cunt, before tasting you. He groaned softly.

“I’m going to have to have you coming on my tongue at some point, love. You don’t half taste amazing,” he moaned, unzipping his trousers, lining his cock up. Slowly, he pushed into you, groaning at your tightness while you whimpered at his size.

He left you to adjust for a moment before you began grinding your hips slightly. He grabbed hold of your hips, pushing his fingers into your flesh, starting to fuck you ruthlessly. The constant assault of your most sensitive spots had you moaning like a well-paid whore within moments as tommy fucked you. You cried out, already seeing spots as tommy pounded into you, and you whimpered when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “You like this, eh, love? Like being fucked like a little slut?” You moaned almost embarrassingly loud, unable to stop the sound as it escaped your lips. You could barely form the word ‘yes’ and Tommy just smirked down at you. As he fucked you, he spanked your arse a few more times, loving the way you jolted and tightened your cunt around him. You were so tight, so warm, so wet... he felt his cock twitch slightly in warning and he moaned, reaching around you to rub your sensitive little clit. You cried out, your whole body shaking as you held back your orgasm, wanting this moment to last forever.

“Please!” You squealed, arching your back.

“Please what darling?” He groaned through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming a little sloppier. Even his sloppy thrusts made your eyes roll back, you noted.

“Please may I cum? Please?” You groaned out. When tommy told you yes, you let out a loud, broken cry of sheer ecstasy, your front half pitching forward into the pillows as you muffled your sighs. You felt tommy pull out and whined from the loss, but moaned again when you felt his cum spattering against the backs of your thighs. He pushed his thumb roughly against your clit and you screamed, overstimulated but still pushing against his hand, rutting your hips against his calloused thumb until you came again, your vision blurring- whether from tears or pure pleasure (or both) you couldn’t quite decipher. After what felt like the tenth powerful orgasm (in reality it was perhaps the fourth or maybe fifth) you pushed Tommy’s hand away from your sex, moaning “enough... red,”.

Tommy smiled and wiped you clean, coming to your side. “You were a very good girl for me, YN,” he murmured, stroking the tears off your cheeks. “Very good,” you smiled lazily and let your eyes droop slightly, completely spent. Tommy smiled and tucked a blanket around you gently, kissing your forehead. You had no idea how this would affect your relationship... whether Finn would still keep asking you round for a quick fuck when he felt like it, or if tommy didn’t like to share... all that you’d sort out in the morning, but for now you were well fucked and sated, your hair a complete mess, a dull ache already blooming between your legs, lovebites on your shoulders... you were, for the first time in your life, utterly well-fucked.

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songtoyou · 3 years

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Tempting Fate - Part Five

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Nothing major, but there is lots of smoking, particularly marijuana.

Word Count: 2,098

Story Summary: Tommy is not a believer in fate or destiny. However, a new resident in Small Heath will question his beliefs and push his boundaries outside his comfort zone.

A/N: Remember, this story takes place during season two of the show. May Carleton makes an appearance in this chapter. Once again, I included Romani phrases in this chapter. I found the phrase online and hope it is correct. If it isn’t, then I am profoundly sorry and do not wish to offend anyone. That is never my intent. Remember, there is no Grace or Greta in this fic. They do not exist in the realm of this alternate universe.

Please do not post any of my fics to other sites without my permission.

Tag list: @owenniasstars

You did not know what you and Tommy were to each other. The terms “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” didn’t seem right as it was too mundane and basic. However, you and Tommy had grown a little be closer after you both apologized for miscommunicating with one another. Tommy would often walk you home at night after work and stay the night. It became routine for you to wake up next to him in the morning, which was nice and comforting.

For Tommy, being with you was nothing he had ever experienced before. Before the war, he would go on dates every once in a while, but nothing ever lasted longer than a week or two. After the war, it was all one-night stands or nights spent at whore houses. However, with you, it was all new for him. There was something about being with you that Tommy could not quite describe the feeling until Polly coaxed it out of him.

“Safe. Thomas, you feel safe for the first in a long time. Being with this girl will change your life for the better. She is good for you. The two of you will balance one another, her lightness with your darkness. However, there is a darkness in her as well, just as I can see the light in you, my dear nephew. But make no mistake, it is still in you to do some good in this world. Let her help,” Polly explained one day while Tommy was in his office.

Leaning back in his chair, Tommy could nothing but agree with his aunt, “I know that Pol. Part of me is terrified.” He went on to tell Aunt Polly that he didn’t want to “ruin” you or get you hurt, but Polly waved him off.

“Tommy, she can take care of herself. As a gypsy, she has seen things in her life, just like you. Remember, you said it yourself. She is you. And you are her. You are each other’s match.”

One thing about being connected to Tommy was that people around Small Heath treated you differently. The women smiled at you more, while the men tipped their hats to you and greeted you with “mam” or “miss.” It was all new to you.

Even the male patrons at the bar treated you differently. No longer did they affectionately give you a hard time or joke around with you. They maintained their distance but were respectful. You particularly noticed how the men made sure to act accordingly around you whenever Tommy stopped by The Garrison. It was the same when John and Arthur were around.

You were in the back room of the bar when Esme stopped by one afternoon. She greeted you with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go for a walk down by the Cut, yeah,” Esme suggested. “It is slow out there. I am sure Harry could give you a break.”

“Okay. Let me finish up these last few glasses, then we can head out,” You replied to the woman who was quickly becoming your best friend. You were thankful to have Esme around. She was another person you could confide in. Esme reminded you of your sisters back home and how much you missed them. You pushed the homesick feeling aside and finished cleaning the last bar glass. Wiping your hands on your apron, Esme followed you to the front of the bar.

You told Harry that you were taking your break. “Harry, I won’t be gone too long, okay.”

“Take your time, dear. I don’t think I’ll be expecting a rush anytime soon,” said Harry wiping down the tables.

While the two you walked arm-in-arm, Esme asked how you were holding up now that you were considered Tommy’s “girl” and all. “I’m not his girl, Esme,” you laughed off your friend’s accusation.

Esme rolled her eyes. “Don’t act naïve now, my dear friend. You are Tommy’s girl. Everyone knows it. He better be treating you right. If he doesn’t, I’ll cut his balls right off.”

“So, far so good. He has been very…I don’t know…” you began but stopped to try to collect your thoughts.

“What?” Esme asked.

“It is like there are two sides to Tommy, you know: public Tommy and private Tommy,” you began to explain. “In public, Tommy is always guarded, which I get. He has to be with what he does. However, when it is the two of us alone, he is something else. He is so sweet and gentle. He smiles more too. And laughs. Tommy has the cutest laugh I have ever heard. So delightful to the ears.”

Esme smiled at her friend and said, “I have never once heard Tommy laugh. Didn’t even know he could do such a thing.”

“So, when are you and John any closer to expanding your family? Lord knows you both like the activity that goes with procreation.”

“Not yet. But hopefully soon. The kids are looking forward to having another brother or sister in the mix. I’m lucky, you know. I was worried that John’s children wouldn’t accept when we got married. I was worried that I would never be able to live up to Martha as a wife or mother,” Esme revealed to you as the two of you finally reached the Cut.

Sitting on a box crate, Esme sat down beside you. She pulled out a rolled cannabis cigarette and began to light it. Coughing out a puff, she passed the joint over to you. “John loves you very much, Esme. The kids adore you. Why wouldn’t they? You are so much fun, so sweet, caring, and they will always have your back. Kids have pure hearts. They can sense when someone is a good person, and you fit the bill. You’re special, my dear. Everyone is lucky to grace your presence sees what a wonderful woman you are.”

Blushing, Esme looked down at her feet. “You could give John a run for his money with the way you can talk a woman up.”

You chuckled and took in a puff. The effects of the rolled cannabis were setting in and making you feel relax and calm. It was a nice feeling. The two of you sat in comfortable silence while passing the joint back and forth.

You and Esme turned heads when commotion came from Charlie’s Yard. “I wonder what is going on over there?” you wondered aloud and handed Esme the joint. “I’m going to go check it out. You want to come along?”

“Nah, I better get back to the house,” said Esme and stubbed out the joint and put it in her pocket. “See you later.”

You waved goodbye and walked over to Charlie’s. You saw him and Curly with Pyramus. Instantly, you saw the horse was agitated. You picked up your speed to reach the horse.

“Hey, what is going on? Is he okay?” you asked, concerned for Pyramus’s well-being.

Charlie told you that they were getting Pyramus ready for transport, but the horse was not up for it.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” Curly mumbled. “He doesn’t want to leave, Charlie.”

Charlie merely sighed, “Curly, the horse will be fine. He is stubborn as usual, like his owner.”

“May I?” you asked Charlie. When he gave you an okay, you reached out to Pyramus and began rubbing his muzzle. “It’s okay, boy. You’re going to okay. Rum tum bi Salama (Go in peace),” you said to Pyramus softly. “Si tut bocklo? (Are you hungry?)”

You turned to Curly and asked he had any treats for Pyramus. “It might help him calm down. He loves apples or carrots,” you told him.

“I might have some around. I’ll be back,” said Curly and left to retrieve the treats.

You continued to pet Pyramus, which seemed to help calm him for the time being. It only got better when Curly returned with an apple, which you began to cut up for Pyramus to eat. “He seems to be more relaxed.”

All of a sudden, an extra pair of footsteps could be heard approaching. You could make out Tommy’s voice not too far, but there was another voice with him. A feminine voice. One you had not heard before. You quickly turned around to see Tommy walking with a beautiful woman. From the looks of her clothes, you could tell she was wealthy.

When Tommy saw you with Pyramus, he smiled at you and introduced you to the woman, May Carleton. She would be the one to train Pyramus. You shook her hand and offered a ‘hello.’ She went up the horse and began petting him along with you.

You told her that Pyramus tended to respond well with treats when stressed. May smiled at you. “He is a beautiful horse. Overly sweet, but he will make a good racehorse,” May remarked and turned back to Tommy. “The timeline you want the horse ready for Epsom is not much, but I can get him ready.”

You didn’t care for how May only referred to Pyramus as “the horse.” It was like she only viewed him as a job and not one of God’s best creatures. You looked over at Pyramus, and he was happily chomping away at his apple. He was too innocent for a life as a racehorse. The last thing you wanted was for Pyramus to be broken. You could feel the panic start to rise in your chest and your breath start to quicken. You didn’t know if it was anxiety or the joint you just smoked making you feel that way.

“Tommy,” you spoke up and got his attention. You motioned with your hand for him to follow, which he obliged. When the two of you were away from the others, you spoke your concerns. “How much do you know about this May Carleton? Is she trustworthy? What are her methods for training a horse?” you went on, but Tommy silenced you by placing a kiss on your lips.

When Tommy retreated, he cupped your face and looked at you with adoring eyes. “Pyramus will be taken care of, I promise. I would not send him away if I didn’t know that he would be treated well. May’s family has a long history of training racehorses. She knows what she is doing.”

You breathed a sigh of relief at Tommy’s reassurance. Now you felt silly. “I’m sorry for worrying. You probably think I’m childish,” you expressed quietly, looking down at the ground.

Tommy touched your chin to make you look at him directly. His blue eyes always left you breathless. You could drown in them if you stared too long. No amount of alcohol, cannabis, opium, or other drugs could compare to Tommy Shelby’s effects on you. He was addicting. He was handsome. He was dangerous. He was cruel. He was scary. He could also be kind and sweet-tempered. Tommy Shelby was an enigma. He would become a stain on your existence one way or another, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Sijoukar,” you said suddenly.

When Tommy asked who, you scoffed. “May. She is pretty. Don’t you think?”

“Hadn’t noticed.”

“Liar,” you teased. “Even I can admit she is gorgeous. It’s okay. I don’t mind if you think other women are attractive. It is part of human nature.”

With a smirk, Tommy wrapped his arms around you and gave you one last deep kiss. “You better get back to work. I’ll see you late tonight, and I’ll walk you home, yeah.”

He walked you towards the exit with his hand in yours. You waved goodbye to Curly and Charlie and gave a polite nod to May. You didn’t miss the brief look of disappointment on May’s face when she saw you and Tommy walk past her hand-in-hand. You smirked when you passed the woman.

“I’ll tell you what, how about after a couple of weeks, we go visit Pyramus? See how he is doing and all. You and me, together,” suggested Tommy as you both neared the Yard’s exit.

“Really?” you asked, bewildered at Tommy’s idea.

“Why not? It would be our first adventure together. What do you say?”

“I like that idea. Oh, think of a fun and trouble we could get into. I don’t think the world is ready for us, Mr. Shelby,” you laughed and wrapped your arms around Tommy’s shoulders.

Again, kissing you on the lips, Tommy leaned into your ear to whisper, “We are going to set the world on fire, love. You and me, love.”

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic

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Bonnie Gold, Finn Shelby, Isaiah Jesus, Michael Gray 💖

I’m answering this with a different game, because I can’t find the other thing xD

Bonnie Gold

How I feel about this character:

I think Bonnie is a super, sweet, young boy, who has a good relationship with his father. Even though, he seems so innocent, there is obviously a part in him, that can and will execute any order, without asking questions. This makes it very interesting to think and write about him. Also he is hot as fuck... C’mon... he is a boxer in the 1920, he could dick me down anytime.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Oh, well, he don’t have a love interesting in the show and I don’t know who I would ship with him. I love to read x reader stuff (especially by @bonniesgoldengirl ) Otherwise I would like to read Bonnie x Finn or Bonnie x Isaiah or even Bonnie x Michael, but with a weird stepbrother setting.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Damn, non-romantic gives me away. I would love to read/ write about Polly & Bonnie, Aberama & Bonnie, Bonnie & Esme, Bonnie & John, Bonnie and Arthur, Bonnie and Finn, Bonnie and Michael... the whole dynamic with the new family; Polly, Aberama, Michael, Bonnie, Esmeralda and maybe even Anna.

Then again, always popular and I love this as well: JUNIOR PEAKY BOYS! GIVE ME MORE JUNIOR PEAKY BOYS!

My unpopular opinion about this character

I would say, the fandom thinks he is so innocent, but I doubt that. He seems like he could do a lot of bad stuff and even be violent to some degree, because his dad is a murderer for hire and Aberame sure showed him to survive and to fight back and even torture someone. (can someone please write sweet gore with bonnie? )

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

First of all... I WISHED HE DIDN’T DIE!

Secondly, he could have gone away for boxing, or became a big star in the game or meet a cute little singer in his favorite pub for fucks sake.

He could have found a mother in Polly.

There were a shitton load of things they could have done with the character, but they didn’t and I’m still a little mad about it!

Finn Shelby

How I feel about this character

He is baby! I completely ignore season 5 and he is baby to me. Young, innocent, can’t do something bad, even if he tried, virgin, gentle or shy with girls, wants to get to know them, before he fucks them. Ah, sweet fluff for everyone! I should write more about him and I still have three ideas for one shots or blurbs, I might upload later. He is notably the youngest of five, but this also means he is the softest of them. During the war he was still a child, he hasn’t been to the trenches nor did he witnessed a lot around him, which makes him more vunerable than his brothers.

Nevertheless, he grows and becomes a young man though the seasons. I think he has Ada’s and Tommy’s sass, but he still wouldn’t be mean without a reason.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Finn and... reader? I wouldn’t really ship him with someone on the show, but I still hope they give him a love interest next season!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ah, now I have thousand ideas! Finn and his brothers, Finn and Ada, Finn and Polly. Finn, Polly and Isaiah? Finn and Esme? Finn and Jessie? Finn and Lizzie? Oh, oh! Finn and John?

My unpopular opinion about this character

He wasn’t really close to Tommy. I can’t really explain this one, but he could act different, if he actually talked more to Tommy. And I think their relationship gets worse over time.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Finn gets a girlfriend or he reveals that he is gay.

Isaiah Jesus

How I feel about this character

I love him and it’s a shame he doesn’t get much screen time! Why? He is a loyal member of the Peaky Blinders? And what does he get? Nothing! Isaiah is a really funny and charming guy and they could have developed this more after John died. This show needs a charming guy and I don’t mean Tommy!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Michael? Also sometimes Ada? Bonnie in a threesome? Finn and they are childhood friends? With a reader? Hell yes!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Bonnie!

Jimmy Jesus & his son!

Michael, again

Ada & Isaiah

Charlie Shelby & Isaiah

Polly and Isaiah, when he has problems with a girl and she gives him a good advice

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t have one! o.o He is perfect!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Omg, I would love to know more about his family! His mom and the relationship to his father? Does he have siblings? Damn, I need answers!

Michael Gray

How I feel about this character

This is complicated! I love him, especially farmboy Michael in season 2! But he is drawn to the dark side so much and even his actor Finn Cole says he has sociopath tendencies. I can agree on this! Michael is definitely a sociopath and I think he has a hard time connecting to another person. He is very cold-hearted and dismissive, but if you crack his hard shell, you might find something soft inside. We rarely saw him vunerable on screen, but I think he is capable of this too!

But I also think, Sex is a problem for him. He saw how his parents fought a lot when he was a child and then he was taken away. He was also raped in orphanage and bruised for his life. And even when he got back to Birmingham, he still sees how his cousins treat women and it’s not respectfully. Of course, he wants to be like Tommy, rich so he won’t have to be hungry ever again, feared so nobody will attack him and cold-blooded so nobody can hurt him anymore. He pushes all his feelings down, because he is afraid of them and he can’t handle these. (good example was the whole thing with Charlotte getting pregnant) I would love to see him developing a platonic relationship with a female character, because it would help him heal. He sure miss his sister, she was part of his misery as a child and I think she helped him, no matter if she was younger or older than him.

I really wished, he wouldn’t try so much to be like Tommy. It would really help him dealing with his trauma.

And I think in the next season one of them has to die q.q But I hope it’s not Michael...

All the people I ship romantically with this character

None, he doesn’t seem like he would like to be in a romantic relationship. Even his marriage with Gina seems very practical. They fuck together and they scheme together. No romantic feelings involved. And somehow it works for them.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I would love to write a one shot about him and a sister reader, or him an Anna or his whole family dynamic! Or him and Aberama! And I could and would write a whole fic about John and Michael! I can’t wait for Michael to appear in my new series! (hahaha, self promo)

My unpopular opinion about this character

I actually like the mustache! And I will stay true to myself!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Michael finds Anna well and alive! Please! I know this won’t happen and he will most certainly die in the end, but in his last minutes he still could find peace after everything that has happened to him! He is still my baby!

This was fucking long! Thanks for the ask, homegirl! 💞

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