#emmett cullen

[academic-vampire]

𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

[kamiiri]

Happy Halloween and Happy HOA HOA HOA HOA season! I'm finally uploading my Twilight sims. They've been updated and styled based on the Breaking Dawn movies. Bella comes with both her human and vampire forms. Each sim has new custom painted tattoos. Feel free to change whatever you want about them, and have lots of vampiric fun!! Please let me know if you run into any issues and I'll sort them out ASAP. ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🩸🕯️🦇

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[binchidavinci]

Hi! Could I please request relationship headcannons for Rosalie x Human!Reader x Emmett? Or really anything you'd be inspired to write for them. If not, no worries at all. I adore what you've written for the Cullens so far!

Throuple Dating Headcanons

(Emmett x Human! reader x Rosalie)

• You were Emmett’s idea first. He took one look at the way Rosalie kept unconsciously gravitating toward you — the stiff posture softening, the rare smile twitching at the corner of her mouth — and he just knew. “Babe… I think she’s your mate.”

• Rosalie pretended she didn’t care at first. But the first time you visited the Cullen house and tripped slightly on the stairs, she was at your side faster than a blink, hand on your waist, voice velvet-smooth: “Careful.”

And that was it. You were her weak spot.

• Emmett is the one who brings you into the fold emotionally. He throws you under his arm like a teddy bear, introduces you to the family loudly and proudly, and tells everyone you’re “theirs.” Meanwhile Rosalie stands behind him, silently watching your reaction like it might shatter her.

• They balance each other perfectly around you.

Rosalie: the careful one, adjusting your scarf because it’s too cold, checking your car before you drive home, brushing hair behind your ear with a possessive softness she thinks she hides.

Emmett: the chaotic warmth, the one who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, who play-wrestles you and then apologizes like you’re made of glass.

• Rosalie worries constantly because you’re human.She’ll never say it, but she checks your pulse when you sleep against her chest. You catch her staring sometimes — not hungry, just reverent. Like she can’t believe something so fragile would trust her.

• Emmett is obsessed with how tiny you are compared to him.He likes picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder, placing you on counters so you’re eye-level. His favorite thing is when you cling to him half-asleep — he melts instantly.

• They argue over who gets to carry you.

You: “I can walk.”

Both: Absolutely not.

• Rosalie does your hair.Emmett watches with heart-eyes and pretends he isn’t obsessed with the way you sit between her thighs for twenty to thirty minutes.

• Rosalie teaches you confidence; Emmett teaches you fearlessness. Rosalie will stand behind you in the mirror, chin on your shoulder, hands on your waist, telling you you’re beautiful in the most factual tone. Emmett dares you into adventures you would have never considered alone.

• They’re both extremely possessive — but differently.Rosalie will quietly slide an arm around your waist in public, eyes sharp and cold if anyone looks too long. Emmett is more playful, throwing you onto his lap with a grin like: “Mine.”

• Rosalie trusts you more deeply than she ever trusted a human.And she hates how much that means, but she loves you more than she hates anything.

• Emmett is the first to say “I love you.” Rosalie says it next — quietly, fiercely, almost like a confession.

• You sleep between them every night. Emmett wraps around you like a furnace of cold marble strength. Rosalie lies at your back, protective arm draped over your waist, lips to your shoulder.

You’ve never slept better.

• You are their softness. Their shared center of gravity. Their peace in a world of immortality and noise.

• They would burn the world down for you. But they’d rather live in it — with you — for as long as you stay human.

[cece693]

AGE AIN'T NOTHING BUT A NUMBER

charlie swan x male reader

synopsis: Okay, so your crush on Chief Swan wasn't that much of a secret, but can people blame you? He was a dilf, a dick on a stick that you would love nothing more than to bounce on. So when it's your family's high school graduation, it gives you the perfect opportunity to make a move.

"Is it just me or was Chief Swan always this hot? Like c'mon, please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this." You bit your lip, golden eyes roaming his ass while he walked inside the auditorium.

"It's just you, Y/N," Emmett said, gagging in disgust at the lovesick look you currently wore. "Hope you know that my respect for you is decreasing 1% every minute you continue undressing him with your eyes."

"Then might as well make it zero cause god damn," you whispered the last part, knowing how Carlisle was about using Gods name in vain. Even if he was centuries old and a creature more closely associated to the devil himself, his catholic ideals never disappeared.

"He's a dick on a stick I wouldn't mind—"

"And I'm gone."

Emmett jogged to the entrance where the rest of the student's families were waiting for the ceremony to begin. Carlisle and Esme had long gone inside, wanting to get the best seats (as if Edward, Alice, and Jasper didn't graduate high school every few years.) But you stayed behind, wanting to get a look at Chief Swan in all his suited glory.

Sure, you were technically in your mid twenties and had just graduated college. And yeah, Charlie was forty-two with Bella (your future niece-in-law) kinda weirded out by your crush, but was it really a sin to admire what laid in front of you?

You adjusted your tie in the reflection of the car window. You needed to play this carefully. Charlie was Forks' Chief of Police. A man who dealt with creeps and lowlifes daily. Overt flirting would likely get you a restraining order, not a date.

Subtlety was key.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed down your suit and followed the lingering scent of Chief Swan's cologne into the auditorium. Your enhanced senses picked up on notes of pine, something distinctly masculine, and the faint smell of gunpowder that clung to him like a second skin. God, that was doing things to you.

You spotted him near the side aisle, looking slightly uncomfortable as people mingled between each other. His eyes were scanning the crowd, probably looking for Bella, but you were determined to redirect that attention.

"Charlie?" you called out, your voice smooth but respectful as you approached.

He turned, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to place you. The Cullen family resemblance was unmistakable, but you weren't one of the kids he usually saw around Bella. "Can I help you?"

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure," you extended a hand. "I'm Y/N Cullen. Carlisle's brother."

Charlie shook your hand, his calloused fingers warm against your unnaturally cool skin. His eyes widened slightly at the temperature difference, but he didn't comment on it.

"Right. Nice to meet you." he said, his eyes already starting to drift away, searching the crowd again.

You tightened your grip just enough to keep his attention. "It's an honor to meet Forks' finest. I've heard so much about your dedication to this town."

Charlie's eyes snapped back to yours, and you watched with satisfaction as a faint blush crept up his neck. "Just doing my job."

"A job you do exceptionally well, from what I understand. It takes a special kind of person to protect a community, day in and day out. That kind of commitment is admirable."

The blush deepened, spreading across his cheeks. Charlie Swan, Forks' stoic police chief, was blushing like a schoolboy and it was divine.

"I should find my seat." he said, pulling his hand back as if burned.

"Let me help you," you offered, placing a hand on his arm. "This place is a maze, and I'd hate for you to miss seeing Bella walk across that stage."

As you walked, you made sure to brush against him "accidentally" more than once. Unbeknownst to you, this caused Charlie to have a mental breakdown.

What the hell was happening to him? He had never looked twice at a man before, but there was something about Y/N Cullen that was messing with his head. The way those golden eyes seemed to see right through him, the smooth voice that made his skin tingle, the confident way he moved...it was doing things to him he'd never believed he would experience again.

"You must be proud of Bella," you said, making conversation as you navigated through the rows. "Edward speaks very highly of her."

Charlie's expression softened slightly at the mention of his daughter. "She's a good kid. Smart. Takes after her mother in that regard."

"I would be as bold as to say that Bella gets that from you."

Charlie snorted a little at that, shaking his head like you’d just said something ridiculous. “Yeah, no. She definitely didn’t get the brains from me.”

“Come on,” you nudged lightly, tone easy now and less polished. “You’re the chief of police in a town where nothing ever happens. That means paperwork, patience, and dealing with the same three people causing trouble over and over again.”

Charlie let out a short laugh at that despite himself. “Hey—”

“I’m serious. You don’t get that position by accident. You’ve got to be sharp. Observant. Probably annoyingly stubborn too.”

“…I’m not annoyingly stubborn.” Charlie muttered.

You raised a brow. “You’re arguing with me about it.”

He opened his mouth, paused, then huffed. “Okay, maybe a little.”

“And Bella’s the same way. Quiet, but she notices everything. Doesn’t let things go easily. That doesn’t come from nowhere.” And wasn't that the truth? Even after continuous warnings from people, she was stubborn about wanting to be with Edward forever. "Here we are," you said, stopping at a row near the front. "Perfect view."

"Thanks." Charlie said, quickly sitting down. You leaned down, your lips close to his ear.

"Anything for Forks' finest."

As you moved to find your own seat, you glanced back to see Charlie fanning himself with the program, looking utterly flustered. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. God, he was cute.

[whor3ing]

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲 | 𝗝.𝗕

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ LIKE SMOKE , AMY WINEHOUSE & NAS

jacob black! x fem!reader — word count : 2.3k

requested by : @obsessivekniss ꨄ︎ (barking included 😭)

WARNINGS : smut, oral ( male receiving), taking his stress away, trying not to turn, light-hearted ending, dirty talk

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The garage hummed with the faint buzz of overhead lights, the kind that flickered every so often like they were struggling to stay alive. The floor was sttained with oil and dust, littered with old rags, sockets, and bolts— the bones of whatever project your usually level-headed boyfriend had sunk his hands into now.

Jacob’s shirt was already off, tossed somewhere beside the workbench, forgotten. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths as he wiped sweat off his brow, forearm dragging across his skin with a low, annoyingly frustrated grunt.

He was crouched beside the old motorbike, one knee braced on the concrete, the other bent, grounding him as he leaned forward, grease-slick hands buried deep in the engine’s guts.

The muscles in his back flexed with each slow movement, a rolling landscape of tension beneath sun-kissed skin, damp with sweat and streaked with smudges of black. A wrench clicked sharply in his grip as he adjusted something inside the bike, exhaling through clenched teeth.

You were sitting on the edge of the counter, pretending to scroll through your phone, pretending not to be watching the way sweat rolled down his chest in thick, slow lines— over his pecs, across the hard plane of his abs, highlighting each individual muscle as if it were the icing on top of perfectly crafted donuts, tracing every dip and ridge like gravity was just as obsessed with him as you were.

He reached over to grab a rag from the bench behind him, dragging it across his palms first, then up his forearms, pausing only to swipe it over his chest— like it’d do anything to fix the heat pulsing off him.

The heat had always clung to Jacob differently. It wasn’t just sweat or flushed skin— it radiated from him. Like something inside was always threatening to tip over.

And today, it felt close. Dangerously fucking close.

He muttered something under his breath when a wrench clattered to the floor. You raised an eyebrow, glancing over the top of your phone. “You good?”

Jacob exhaled slow, blowing out air through his nose as he stood to his full height. Towering. Tense. His dark hair was pulled back, the ends damp with sweat. He looked over at you, jaw flexing as his eyes dragged across your body— not even subtle about it.

“Too fuckin’ hot,” he muttered, running both hands through hi hair now, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. “Can’t even think straight.”

Your smile was slow, a little sly. “That’s funny… because you look good enough to melt.”

That earned you a snort, but the tension didn’t leave his shoulders. He didn’t say anything— just stared for a second too long, pupils already a little too dark, breathing a little too shallow.

You hopped down from the counter slowly, the sound of your feet hitting the concrete echoing faintly in the quiet of the garage. “Sit.”

He blinked. “What?”

You tilted your head toward the worn stool near the workbench. “Sit down, Jacob.”

And maybe it was how the heat was getting to him, or maybe it was the twitch of a smirk at the corner of your mouth, but he obeyed without another word— lowering himself onto the nearest wooden stool, legs spread wide, arms resting heavy on his thighs, gaze locked on you like he already knew what was coming.

You knelt between his legs slowly, deliberately, placing your hands on his knees first, the heat of him nearly burning under your palms.

His voice was low. “You sure you wanna—”

You reached for his belt before he could finish, popping it open in one quick motion that made him suck in a sharp breath.

“Let me take care of you,” you said softly, almost sweetly, even as your fingers moved to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.

And Jacob— always so in control, always playing protector, the strong one— let his head fall back just slightly, letting out a low groan through clenched teeth as you tugged his waistband down just enough.

You didn’t rush.

Your hand wrapped around his thick, half-hard cock with a touch that was light but sure, the weight of him heavy in your palm. His skin was hot, flushed dark red, like the rest of him was barely holding back. You leaned in, licking a slow stripe from the base up to the tip, not breaking eye contact as your mouth closed over the head.

“Shit,” he hissed, hands gripping the edge of the stool like he didn’t trust them not to snap something.

You bobbed your head slow at first, taking him deeper each time, your tongue pressed flat underneath, eyes fluttering every time he twitched in your mouth. The taste of him was thick and warm, a little salty from sweat, and every little groan that escaped him just spurred you on more.

Jacob’s breath was coming in harsh, ragged pulls now.

“Too fuckin’ hot,” he panted, a little desperate. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—turn.”

You just hummed around him in response, watching the way his abs jumped at the vibration, the way sweat slid down the cut of his waist in a slow line disappearing under his jeans.

His hand finally came to your hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding. His other hand gripped the stool so tight you swore you heard it creak.

“Slow down—fuck, you gotta slow—baby, please—”

But you didn’t. You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.

You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.

You could feel it— him—trembling just under the skin. Tension coiling hot and tight in his thighs, the kind of pressure that didn't just signal release — it signaled something else. Something dangerous. The heat that radiated off him flared like a warning, and his breathing turned sharp, ragged, almost feral.

A whine slipped from his throat — deep, strangled — and his hand in your hair twitched, not to pull, but to anchor. To hold on. His back arched just slightly, muscles twitching under skin that looked like it was trying not to tear apart.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, voice pitched higher than usual, wild with restraint. “I’m—shit, I’m not gonna—”

You pulled off just enough to whisper, breath hot against the head of his cock, “Then don’t.”

His hips jerked. That sound ripped out of his chest again— not just a moan, but a low, guttural whine that scraped against something animal in him.

His eyes snapped shut tight, and you saw it hit him all at once.

He came with a groan, head thrown back, his body convulsing as if it were too much— you were too much. His cock pulsed on your tongue, thick and hot, and you sucked him through it, taking everything he gave until he was trembling under your mouth, caught in the middle of ecstasy and war.

Because he was fighting it.

Hard.

You could see it— how his chest heaved too fast, how his hands curled like claws but didn’t shift, how his legs shook like they were bracing for something much bigger than orgasm. His teeth gritted behind parted lips, and for one terrifying, thrilling second, his entire body shuddered with heat.

Then it passed— just barely.

He staggered his body back from you like he didn’t trust himself to be still, his cock wet and covered in your spit, still upright as he breathed heavily. Jaw clenched. Knuckles white. Sweat pouring down his body like he’d just run through a forest at full speed.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, hoarse and wrecked, one hand braced on thigh like he needed it to stay human. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ phase in the middle of a blowjob.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him. “You didn’t.”

Jacob’s head dropped forward, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temples.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna be the reason I accidentally blow the roof off this fuckin’ place.”

You smirked, licking your lips slowly as you stood, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap so fast you gasped, his mouth pressed to your collarbone now, voice a growl against your skin.

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin' yet.”

His jeans were already halfway down his thighs when he stood up from the stool, shoved just far enough to let his cock spring free— thick, flushed, and still fucking leaking. He didn’t waste a second as he grabbed you, propping you up and leaning you over the workbench, right on top of the shirt he had thrown there earlier.

One hand gripped your hip as he tore off your clothes, needy and desperate, the other guiding himself, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds, smearing you open, groaning at how soaked you already were.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he hissed, voice rough and breathless. “This pussy’s starving, isn’t it?”

You barely managed a nod before he slammed into you, one hard, deep thrust that had your back arching off the bench, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

He didn’t stop.

There was no pretense, no gentleness now— just the raw, desperate slap of his hips against yours, the sharp clatter of tools on the bench with every thrust, and Jacob’s filthy voice right in your ear. Your hands reaching up behind you to reach onto his neck, your fingertips skimming through his sweat-soaked hair.

“You like it like this? Huh? Legs spread on my fucking workbench, takin’ my cock like you were made for it?”

You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his neck, his body, as your own body bounced with every rough stroke against his.

“Say it,” he growled, biting lightly at your jaw. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Y-Yours,” you whimpered. “Yours, Jacob, always—”

“That’s right,” he snarled, fucking you harder, deeper, like the claim wasn’t enough until he carved it into your soul. “Gonna fuck you so full, you’ll be dripping for days. I don’t care if it’s messy, I want it messy. Want everyone to know I ruined you.”

“Need to fuck you—s' fuckin' good,” he panted, one hand sliding up to wrap gently around your throat, not squeezing— just holding, possessive and grounding. “Can’t even talk, can you, baby?”

You trembled beneath him, everything tightening, pleasure winding up sharp and bright and explosive.

“I can feel it,” he growled. “Feel that pretty pussy gripping me. Gonna cum? Gonna let me fill you up?”

You nodded, tears brimming, moaning his name again and again like it was the only word you knew.

And when you broke— body spasming, cunt fluttering wildly around him— he followed, again with a guttural groan, cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside you, hips jerking, burying every last drop.

For a moment, the world held still. Just sweat-slicked skin, the thundering of his heart under your palm, your breath syncing up with his in staggered and drawn-out exhales.

Then—a sudden scritch shattered the silence.

You barely had time to react before something darted past the window outside—quick and twitchy, claws skittering across the driveway.

A squirrel.

It zipped along the edge of the concrete and froze like it had something to prove, tiny paws clenched, tail flicking as it chattered angrily toward the two of you, as if you had disturbed its afternoon collecting acorns.

Jacob’s entire body locked beneath you. His eyes sharpened. His jaw clenched. For a split second, he wasn’t a man anymore—he was something else entirely. Nostrils flaring, back rigid, his muscles coiled like a spring, and you could feel it: the heat surging back under his skin, the primal thrum building in his chest like a warning growl not yet voiced.

“Oh, no—hey, hey,” you murmured, hand on his chest, feeling it tremble slightly. “Babe. It’s a squirrel.”

Jacob blinked once. Then again.

The tension bled out of him slowly, his jaw loosening, and finally he let out a breath—half a groan, half a laugh—as he dropped his head back against the workbench wall behind him.

“A fucking squirrel,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his face. “Thought it was, I don’t know… a bear. Or fuckin' Paul.”

You snorted, still perched on him, hair a mess and your thighs shaking. “Paul doesn’t chatter like that.”

Jacob reached up and brushed a piece of sweat-damp hair from your cheek, his eyes softening. “You okay?” His voice had dropped again, low and gentle, so different from the snarl it had been just minutes ago. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip through a smile. “No. I’m… yeah. I’m so good.”

He let out another breathy laugh, leaning up to kiss your shoulder, then your collarbone, then your jaw, like he couldn’t stop. His arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you there on his lap, like the idea of letting go too soon felt wrong. Or dangerous.

“Sorry I almost transformed mid-orgasm,” he joked against your skin, still catching his breath. “That’s a new level of feral.”

You giggled, tucking your face into his neck. “You held it back. Barely. I nearly saw the claws.”

“Shut up.” He grinned, groaning softly as he shifted under you. “That squirrel had it coming, though. You saw the way it looked at me.”

Jacob’s laugh was full and warm now, echoing through the garage. He hugged you tighter, his nose brushing against your temple.

And even though you were still tangled and breathless, sore and shaky, you leaned into him like you never wanted to move.

Because with Jacob, even post-orgasm, post-squirrel-incident… you still felt completely, unshakably his.

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[dalooch]

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[edwardscatholicguilt]

I'm a twilight canon denier. Stephanie really gave us Emmett Cullen and expected me to believe that he wouldn't be Bff's with the wolf pack ? Get out of my face

[pinkmoonzzz]

James in the ballet studio with Bella: