#twilight blurb

[sethsclearwater]

˗ˏˋ kinktober day four ˎˊ˗

synopsis: "just the tip" and full nelson with jacob

warnings: p in v smut, real big creampie, full nelson

word count: 1.52k

[kinktober masterlist]

"nice and easy sweet girl," jake cooed as he held your hips with one hand, his other hand guiding his cock to nudge against your entrance. the feeling of his tip breaching your entrance had you whining and sitting up to escape the stretch, but jake's hand remained firm on your hip.

you'd just started getting used to the feeling of him in cowgirl and missionary when he threw a new twist at you - reverse cowgirl. "jake i can't-" you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him only to see his eyes softening at he looked up at you.

he honestly wasn't all that concerned about you being able to take him from this angle; he knew you could, but he was more than aware that you'd need a hell of a lot of coaxing to figure that out yourself.

"just the tip, yea, sweet girl?" he smiled up at you, his pointer finger reaching down from your hip to press down on your clit, the action resulting in you letting out a shaky breath, desperately trying to keep yourself up so you wouldn't take more than the tip of his cock on accident.

jake absolutely could've been doing more to support you and keep you in place but he figured you'd eventually give in and start to slide down his cock - whether it was because of the burning in your thighs or because of the pleasure coursing through you, either way, he knew he'd be getting what he wanted.

"so good for me," he cooed, rubbing tight, slow circles against your clit that had you whining and sliding your hands over your thighs in a desperate attempt to gain some control back, "already drippin' down me, sweet girl," he mused, his gaze dropping down to where your pussy was throbbing around the tip of his cock, your nectar glistening as it rolled down his cock.

a quiet whine escaped your lips as he rolled your nub between his fingers, "such a smart girl," he praised, and you suddenly became much more aware of the fire deep in your womb, spreading more and more as your orgasm built, "gettin' me all nice and wet so you can take me," he hummed in approval as another gush of your slick came rolling down his cock.

"jake-" you whimpered, voice catching in a whine when he applied a bit more pressure to your nerves, the action providing just enough stimulation to have your orgasm creeping up on you, "jake please-" you begged, fingers tightening against your thighs as you fought to keep yourself upright as the pleasure tightened deep in your core, threatening to snap at any moment.

"just like that sweet girl - let it out for me," jake encouraged, applying a bit more pressure to your clit that had your thighs shaking as you came. a loud moan escaped your lips, your orgasm washing over you in waves as your thighs gave out.

jake took full advantage of the situation, continuing to gently rub at your clit to work you through your orgasm as he helped you sink down his cock the rest of the way. your walls throbbed around him as you rode your orgasm out, and, if you weren't so lost in your own pleasure, the stretch of having him so deep inside you would've burned more than you could handle.

instead, the stretch faded to the back of your mind as the pleasure washed through you, the waves slowly fading in intensity as you came back to him.

jake slid one hand over your naval, the other sliding up your chest to roll one of your nipples between his fingers as he eased you backwards, "my good girl," he murmured when your back met his chest, your belly bulging against his hand from how tightly his cock had been nestled in your canal in response to the new position.

the more you came back to your senses, the more you became aware of the way he had molded your canal to a shape perfect for his cock, "jake," you whined, movements slow and groggy as you tried to roll off of him and find some reprieve from the gradually intensifying stretch.

jake held you in place, his hands sliding down your thighs until he found the backs of them, "take a deep breath sweet girl, let me do the work," he murmured, tugging your thighs back until they pressed tight against your chest, giving him all the leverage he needed to have you completely at his mercy despite him being underneath you.

"oh my god," you whined, head dropping back against jake's chest when he pulled his cock back, drawing his hips into the bed until only the tip remained, giving you only a moment's reprieve before he was sheathing himself back inside you, his cock punching all the air out of your lungs.

you swore you could feel him in your throat, every part of you molding to better fit for him and him only. by the time he was done with you, you were confident you'd only know his name with the way he had you melting around him.

moans and whines began falling from your lips as he held you tight, balled up against his chest, your pussy completely exposed and at his mercy as he bullied his cock in and out of your channel.

"oh fuck jake i-" you gasped when he hinged his hips to push just that much deeper into you, kissing your swollen and pink cervix, ripe just waiting for his seed to coat her.

"jus' gotta lay here and take it, sweet girl," jake's voice had gotten significantly tighter since his cock had fully sheathed in your pussy. you numbly nodded along, trying to relax back into him, but every punch of his cock against your cervix had you jolting in pleasure.

"gonna cum in you, paint this pussy white so everyone knows she's mine," jake gritted out, his thrusts increasing in tempo and roughness as he battered your hole, both of you running out of breath as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

"oh you like that," he let out a dark chuckle when your walls fluttered around him at his words. you managed to focus your eyes for just a few seconds, looking down at your belly, between your spread thighs that were pinned to your chest, to see a distinctly jake-sized bulge shifting in your belly, appearing in time with his thrusts.

"you want that? want everyone to see just how good i'm fucking you? want them to see how pretty your pussy looks with my cum stuffed in you?" you couldn't manage a coherent response, though the way your toes were curling and the loud moan that escaped your lips told him all he needed to know.

"fuck i'll take a picture when i'm done with you, show everyone just how well i fill you up," jake gritted out, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs to pin you even closer to him. his balls tightened, drawing up as your womb throbbed, both of you teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"jake please-" you gasped out, tears rolling down your cheeks and thighs in response to the onslaught of sensory overload - all you knew was you needed to cum and have jake fall over that edge with you.

you mind chanted his name over and over until it was all that was left, your world whiting out as you came undone rather suddenly, your entire body tightening as the pleasure hit you like a freight train.

if you thought your earlier orgasm was strong, you couldn't have been more wrong. being pinned against jake as you came forced you to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts somehow picking up as he chased his own release.

it didn't take him long, and he was a man of his word, his cock shooting ropes of his release into your channel, the sheer volume of it combined with jake's heavy cock forcing some of it to seep out of you and down your ass and onto his naval.

"take it all," jake groaned as he rode out his orgasm, rolling his hips against yours as his release slowed from a stream to a trickle.

you rolled your head into the crook of his neck, whining as his grip on your thighs softened. his fingers gently massage the muscles there, helping you unclench them, before he was slowly lowering them back down so your legs could rest on either side of his.

"did such a good job takin' me," jake murmured, his warm, calloused hands sliding over your belly to hold you close to him. one hand gently ran over your naval to feel the still present bulge there even as his cock softened inside you.

you hummed, glowing from his praise as he pressed his lips to your temple, "i love you," he whispered, gently squeezing you a bit tighter to him.

you giggled, tilting your head up to press a kiss to his cheek, "i love you too."

[bruisedboys]

trouble — jacob black

it’s raining and you’re bored. your boyfriend proves to be an effective distraction (if you can distract him, that is) OR in which jacob is busy and you like to cause trouble. based off this drabble!

jacob black x fem!reader, 2k words. suggestive content 16+ pls!!

The rain is unforgiving today. It’s not uncommon for it to be wet in Forks, the rain a persistent, stubborn thing, but today it’s horrendous. Heavy and icy cold, big fat droplets that seem sure to pierce your skin and freeze you to death. It hasn’t stopped since last night and doesn’t seem like it’ll stop for a good few days.

You’re bored out of your mind. You realise rain just comes with living in Forks, and you’re mostly used to it, but you’d really wanted to go shopping with your friends today and the rain squandered your plans the moment you woke up. Jacob’s busy working on his bike in the shed, and everyone else is rained in. You’re stuck on the couch at Jacob’s while the rain comes down in sheets outside. You flick through channels on the TV until you can’t stand it anymore. There’s nothing good to watch, anyway.

You grab one of Jacob’s jackets from the hook by the door and brave the rain, using the jacket as a makeshift umbrella as you jog your way over to the garage, shoes sloshing in the mud.

You find Jacob sitting on the beat-up wooden bench, hunched over his newest project. It’s a bike he found second hand at a yard sale — when he first got it, it looked to you an unrecognisable hunk of metal, hardly a bike at all. But your boyfriend has a way with his hands, and now it at least has two wheels and a proper seat.

Jacob looks up as you come in, though the sound of the rain completely covers your footsteps.

“Hey, trouble,” he says. Then, at the look on your face, “You okay?”

Your frown deepens. “No,” you shake your head. “I’m bored, Jake.”

Jacob chuckles. Trust him to laugh at you when you’re clearly suffering.

“Yeah?” He asks. “You want to come help me?”

You take one look at the frankly confusing array of tools around his feet, and wrinkle your nose. “No, thanks. Can’t we go for a drive?”

Jacob wrinkles his nose back at you. “I’m busy, babe. And the road’s slippery, it’s dangerous. Maybe later.”

You roll your eyes. He can be such a grandma sometimes. Jacob goes back to his bike and you wander around the shed looking for something to do and moping. After a half assed search for some way to entertain yourself, you find an old novel you or Jake must’ve left in here a few months ago — you remember starting it and getting bored, but you’re already knee deep in boredom with no way out, so you decide to give it another try.

You sit in the bed of Jacob’s truck where it’s parked in the back of the shed, legs swinging over the edge. The rain drums rhythmically above you as you start reading. It takes about ten pages for you to get bored again, and five more for your mind to start wandering.

You think about how you could’ve been out shopping right now. Looking at all the lovely dresses in the new store they opened near the cinema. Sorting through books at the second-hand bookstore. Choosing a pretty new bra that you know Jacob would love seeing on you, and taking off of you. The thought gives you an idea. Unceremoniously, you give up on the book and slide off the truck bed, crossing the room to Jacob.

He doesn’t lift his head as you come up behind him, but acknowledges you with a brush of his knuckle to your thigh. You stand over him for a moment, watching him work. He looks hot when he’s concentrated, eyes trained in on his work, jaw set in concentration, arms muscles straining as he twists a particularly stubborn screw. He’s got big, strong hands, which only fuel your desire even more. What’s the best way to drag him away from his work?

“Did you want to help?” Jacob asks without looking up, interrupting your thoughts. You’re lucky he doesn’t catch you staring, or he’d figure out your plan in an instant.

You shake your head. “No. I’m just watching you.”

Jacob hums and goes back to what he’s doing, which happens to involve a lot of strained muscles as he tightens another loose screw with a wrench. You’re holding your breath as you watch his tanned bicep strain beneath the fabric of his t-shirt, and yeah, you’re a minx, but he’s really hot, and you don’t think anyone would blame you for reaching out and touching him.

Jacob doesn’t startle under your touch nor does he acknowledge it. You play it off casual, like you’re only rubbing his shoulder, palm gliding over the hill of it. You can feel his abnormally high body heat through his t-shirt, a nice change from the cold air. You find yourself pushing your hand down the expanse of his shoulder blade and up again, pressing the heel of your palm into his muscle.

Jacob sighs a little under your touch and rolls his shoulder back, leaning into your hand.

“Feels nice,” he murmurs.

You grin. This far into your relationship you’ve learnt that Jacob is a lot like a puppy when it comes to physical affection — he’s a total sucker for it, he melts for shoulder rubs and back scratches, and he turns to complete putty in your hands when you play with his hair (though you won’t implement that just yet.)

Instead, you just hum softly, smiling to yourself as you press both hands to his shoulders. He’s equally warm and muscled all over, and at this point it would take a hoard of vampires to hold you back from touching him. You get a good grip on his shoulders and push your palms into his muscles, massaging him.

It’s mean, because you know what it’ll do to him, know exactly what kind of mood it gets him into. Still, it’s not until you start to push your hands further up towards his neck that he confronts you.

He turns to face you, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Did you want something, sweetheart?” He asks, and you can tell you’ve begun to unravel him by the way he says it, plus he’s called you sweetheart, which almost certainly means he’ll give in.

You feign innocence, though the look on his face almost unravels you.

“Nope,” you lie. “Just watching.”

Jacob raises his eyebrows at you. “You sure? You’re being awfully touchy.”

“You’re really warm,” you say, shrugging.

Jacob squints at you, then shrugs. “If you say so,” he says, and (looking like he’s exercising quite a bit of restraint) turns back to his bike.

You stay where you are and give him about five minutes of peace before you start being cruel. Keeping one hand at the base of his neck, you slide the other up the back of it, pushing up into his hair. You card your fingers through the short strands at the very nape of his neck, and Jacob goes very still. You think he’s holding his breath. When you push your hand further up into the longer strands, and let your nails drag over his scalp on the way back down, he folds.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he murmurs. He drops his tools, scrubs his hands on his jeans and spins on you, hooking one leg over the wooden bench, straddling it so he can properly face you. He‘s giving you a dangerous look that makes your heart race. Finally.

You blink at him, a picture of innocence. “What’s the matter?” You ask sweetly, though you know your smile gives you away. As if you weren’t caught red handed already.

Jacob huffs and rolls his eyes, before grabbing your hips and pulling you forward roughly. You go tumbling into his lap and he catches you, hands hot on your jeans, adjusting you until you’re properly sitting in his lap. Your legs fall on either side of his hips and you giggle, pleased and flustered at his manhandling.

Jacob gives you a somewhat disapproving look, though his thumb rubs fond circles into the fat of your hip.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He says in a low voice. His eyes flicker to your lips. He looks a bit like he wants to eat you.

“Sorry,” you say. You are kind of sorry for disturbing him, but the heat building in your chest outweighs the guilt. “I was really bored.”

Jacob laughs through his nose. “Yeah, I know, babe.” He spread his hands over your hips and butt and pulls you closer still. Your hands end up on his shoulders again. “You always know how to get what you want, huh?”

Something about the way he’s talking to you makes you so dizzy you can’t speak. You’re silent as Jacob dips his head to press a kiss to one of your wrists, then takes it in his hand and guides your hand up his neck and back into his hair.

“Keep going?” He asks in a quiet voice, encouraging your hand around the back of his head. “Please?”

Well, when he asks like that, how could you say no? You curl your fingers into his hair and Jacob barely gives you time to breathe before he’s kissing you, mouth landing on yours in the sort of kiss you can only describe as desperate. You’re equal amounts of needy as him, pushing forward in his lap and grabbing at his hair with greedy hands.

The rain thunders overhead. Jacob tilts his head, kissing you until your lips part under the pressure. His tongue slips into your mouth and your stomach swarms with butterflies. You grip Jacob’s hair harder, ensuing a sound from him like an angry dog, half moan half growl. It seems your touching earlier got him in exactly the mood you knew it would.

It’s not long before his hands start to wander. First your ass, then your arms, rubbing up and down as he kisses you hard enough to make you forget where you are. Then back to your hips, and you can feel the scalding heat of his hands through your jeans. He grabs you and tugs you further up his lap, close enough that your legs spread as you press against his bulge.

“Jake,” you whisper.

“Mmm,” he moans back. Then pulls away just an inch, lips swollen and forehead pressed to yours. “What, babe?”

You shake your head, breathless. “Nothing, just feels nice when you do that.”

Jacob ducks in to kiss you again. “Yeah?” He murmurs between hot kisses, sounding both pleased and a bit dangerous.

You nod your head, and it’s all it takes for Jacob to rock you against him again, pushing his hips up into yours as he goes. You moan and Jacob makes a similar sound from the back of his throat, heating you all the way through.

It quickly turns into not just kissing after that. Jacob’s kisses turn sloppy. You push your hands under his shirt to feel along the ridges and planes of his chest and abdomen, his skin like a furnace. Jacob guides your hips forward and back and forward again, grinding you against him slowly and breathing hard into your open mouth.

You forget about the rain, the pounding of your heart much louder than the downpour outside. You forget about the cold, your failed shopping trip, and the boring book abandoned in the bed of the truck.

It’s not long before Jacob’s got his hand on your thigh and a warm ache sweet as honey has bloomed between your legs.

Jacob’s busy kissing at your neck, bullying your skin with his teeth and tongue while you go breathless. His hand trudges further and further up your thigh until it’s high enough to abuse the waistband of your jeans.

His hand roves along the length of it, until he reaches the button. He tugs at it, mumbling into your neck a barely intelligible, “Can I?”

You nod vigorously, and your breath catches as he unfastens the button — his thumb skims over your underwear and you make a needy sound you can’t help.

Jacob emerges from your neck, smirking like mad. You’d say you hate him for it, but his thumb is tracing the hem of your underwear and you can’t speak.

“Not so bored now, huh?” Jacob teases in a low voice, but he’s out of breath too. You’ll tease him later for how quickly you managed to unravel him, but right now you can’t form more than two words.

“Shut up,” you manage, then make sure of it by pressing your mouth to his again.

He shuts up.

-

thank you for reading! please consider reblogging if you enjoyed 🤍

[volturissideslut]

Hi! How do you think Jasper would behave if his human girlfriend caught a cold or an influenza? 💐

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊

Jasper strokes the sweaty top of you head as you lie in his bed, bundled in layers of his jumpers and blankets. Your face is flushed from the heat but you still shiver. He looks on with worry at the still full glass of water on his bedroom side, only a sip having been taken to help swallow some pain killers for your splitting headache.

In other words, he hates this. His gift is torn between being a nuisance and his guiding saviour right now as he can feel every bit of your pain and discomfort. He knows when to help you, yes, when you need another blanket, or a hot meal, or something. But for the most part? He's powerless. Sat here and watching his mate in pain with no real way to help other that watching you sweat it out.

He climbs into beed with you, silent and watchful, as icy lips press themself to your forehead. It cools your burning fever down some and unconsciously your body chases that. Half asleep you shuffle towards him.

Jasper chuckles and takes the outermost layer of your blanket burrito into his arms as an almost faux cuddle. You whine, waking up a bit now, and try and undo some layers so he can hold you.

He tuts, making your stop, and gives a gentle "you gotta keep warm darlin'". You disagree, but manage to find a comprimise.

Bundled up in several blankets, you lay on top of Jasper. At this point he becomes one with the burrito. One day, youll laygh at this, but for now he's just hoping that the mint cologne he's wearing is helping you breathe a bit better.

[pittsick]

i absolutely adore the look of your blog, and of course, congrats on 200!

could i request 💘 with edward and 💤 with alice from twilight? x

congrats once again

200 FOLLOWERS GAME.

thank you so much for this!! and thank you for following me and supporting me 💕

of course, love those requests so much! i hope you like them!

💘

Edward’s strongest love language is Words of Affirmation, but in his own distinctly Edward way—poetic, old-fashioned, and deeply intense.

He doesn’t just say “I love you”—he crafts entire monologues around how your existence has altered the very fabric of his eternity. He speaks with purpose, each word weighed with emotion, every compliment dipped in reverence. When he looks at you, it’s like he’s memorizing you. And when he speaks, it’s like he’s trying to carve his feelings into the air between you.

He tells you how your laugh sounds like music, how your presence quiets the storm inside him. He’ll quote Shakespeare, Austen, and obscure 18th-century poets just to express what you make him feel—because nothing modern ever feels enough.

He notices everything and tells you in quiet moments: “You furrow your brow when you’re thinking,” or, “You have a way of making time feel merciful.”

He writes, too—letters, little notes in the pages of your books, scrawled poetry you weren’t meant to find. Words are where he finds control and freedom both.

Even when he’s jealous, worried, or distant, he uses language to tether himself to you. Not to manipulate, but to remind you—and maybe himself—that you’re real, and he loves you more than eternity could hold.

For Edward, loving you isn’t just an emotion. It’s a constant, desperate act of articulation. His words are a vow. A prayer. A promise whispered into forever.

💤

Cuddling with Alice feels like being wrapped in starlight—soft, weightless, and a little surreal. She doesn’t sleep, but she’ll stay with you for hours, curled against your side, her cold skin a shocking contrast that somehow always makes you feel warm.

She traces patterns on your arm absentmindedly, humming old jazz tunes under her breath or whispering little thoughts she knows will make you smile.

Alice loves to be close, tangled up in you like you’re her favorite silk scarf. She’ll brush your hair back and press kisses to your temple just to feel your heartbeat. When you drift off, she watches over you—not in a creepy way, but like she’s memorizing the moment.

With Alice, sleeping feels safe. Magical. Like she’s holding the whole world still, just for you.

[all4seth]

seth meeting your parents for the first time, at a Christmas dinner

I sat down on the couch, nervously fidgeting with my hands as my parents frantically moved little things around. I could see just how nervous they were too; they wanted to make a good first impression just as much as seth did.

He and I had been dating for about ten months and my parents were kind enough to offer hosting a Christmas dinner for his family and us.

Thinking of him, I hastily looked out the window again, yet there was no sign of him. I didn't worry, though; seth is always on time.

"Do you need any help?" I asked my parents.

"Don't worry, honey, it's fine" my mom smiled.

I smiled back, anxiously, knowing she would still give me some chore soon.

"Actually, it'd be great if you could rearrange that tinsel in the Christmas tree. The way your father put it up just doesn't sit right with me for some reason"

'Well that's just nonsense, a few minutes ago you told me you liked it" my dad jokingly argued.

"I tried to like it"

I chuckled and did as I was told, not for long though. The doorbell rang and all of us froze for a matter of seconds.

I walked to the front door and opened it. Seth was standing there, smiling widely, two pots of flowers in his hands, with his family behind him.

He remembered me saying how my mom and I could not stand people buying bouquets, because they're dead flowers; we like growing them instead.

The fact that he remembered this small, insignificant detail made my heart melt.

He smiled and I could feel his anxiety. I moved out of the doorway and the Clearwaters entered our house for the very first time, Sue taking the flowers from Seth. He stayed behind them and placed a quick, soft kiss on my lips while neither of our families were paying attention, too caught up in greeting and introducing each other.

"This is so scary," I cried out loud "but I'm so insanely happy"

"So am I" he agreed, his wide smile still glued to his face.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head, in an attempt to calm me down.

We both looked in the direction of our families, who truly looked like they were warming up to each other. Seth joined Leah, my father and his at the table after we told him there were already enough people helping out for setting the table.

I entered the kitchen so quietly, the moms didn’t even notice me, carrying on with their discussion.

“Seth is seriously such a fine, young gentleman. You raised the boy perfectly”

“Thank you, but you’re exaggerating” Sue laughed politely.

“Perhaps I am, but I’ve never seen my daughter so happy.”

“She’s such a sweetheart as well” Sue said.

They both turned to me quickly, only now noticing I was there.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrerrupt. I’m just going to take these plates to the table”

I swiftly did so; I couldn’t hold back a big, genuine smile.

I put the plates on the table and sat down, beside seth, who immediatly noticed my smile and asked about it.

“Your mom likes me” I whispered to him.

“Of course she does” he laughed and kissed me.

The moms came out of the kitchen with the food, Sue smiling at me.

Soon, they joined us at the table and we all started chattering.

We talked about our studies, our future plans, as well as just our favourite foods and what we were going to do on Christmas Day.

I was surrounded by the people I love, knowing I had their unconditionate affection, all while having a good time.

This is what peace feels like.

[l4dy-bugss]

The fact I show my affection through biteing in to funny.

Like I would 100% take a bite out of whichever of my partners body pars was closest to my head at the time.

I need to write an imagine abt reader who bites (self indulgent, I know) and their bf is covered in bite marks n their friends see and tease them abt it but they just fully don't care.

Like idk if anyone has ever written that specifically before, I've seen similar concepts tho.

But like who would it suit more? I'm thinking like.. sirius or jj, maybe jacob??

(Bonus points if I can include a joke abt how sirius/jacob is supposed to be the 'dog', not reader)

[nymphastoriasblog]

EMMETT CULLEN AND SKIN CARE 💖

i did this one with Jasper and y’all seemed to like it. I think I am going to write with the others Twilight characters :)

warnings: swearing and Emmett being weird.

pairing: emmett cullen x human!reader

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So first of all, Emmett cares about his appearance. Like, a lot.

Even though he can’t age and his skin is flawless, he will still wear some makeup sometimes (usually for fun)

Dating a human has been a quite funny experience to him. He loves to watch you doing human regular things.

And this include him watching you doing your skin care routine completely AMUSED

His eyes literally shined when he first saw how much different and colorful products you keep in your vanity

Every night you’ll be using your regular serum and he will beg for his life to see you using that pink face mask that you recently bought because it’s ✨cute✨

Emmett is always delighted when you ask him to go shopping with you

“I’m not using this, babe, it’s not for my skin type”, you say as he keeps putting things in your basket just because he wants

“I’ll try it on my skin”, he’d say

He doesn’t care if you’re doing your own shit, he wants to sit besides you in your vanity bench and wants you to put all sorts of products in his face

“How do you feel?”, you say after finally put a red face mask on his face

“Fucking delicious”, and the boy will put the most devilish grin in his face

Emmett lived during the 90s and he had created this deep fantasy within him of a skin care date night watching a movie or so

Now that you’re his soulmate, that is possible

So he LOVES to pick a movie (Usually something like Hocus Pocus or maybe Clueless) and sit in your carpet in front of the screen while you wait for the products to dry or to make some effect on your skin

And I have to say that Emmett is the type of person to add comments throughout the movie

I will maybe work on that later but he’s the type to add a joke during a scary scene in a terror movie that will get you wheezing instead of horrified

After a few skin care dates, Emmett developed some good taste in self care products 🤌🏻

I know that he likes his appearance but he was the type of guy to use anything he could reach.

Before you, he would use Rosalie’s shampoo (which makes her furious) and Carlisle conditioner (he doesn’t really care but it’s not for Emmett’s hair type)

But since you’ve started dating, Emmett knows his hair type, your hair type, your skin type and he has memorized every product you use everyday

Now he can go shopping by his own and buy exactly what you need

But you always go with him because it’s so much fun

Sometimes you’re just giggling around the store nonstop because of something Emmett did

Like the time he drop a whole shelf of products when he turned around to your call (and his shoulder hit the shelf)

Emmett is the type of boyfriend to tag you in a Instagram’s post of those influencers skin care products haul

And you LOVE IT because he usually actually buy the products when you seemed to like one in specific

Emmett’s an angel

[earlgreydream]

𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 || 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤

𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

Breath fogged the glass, raindrops gathering and racing to slide down the window. The rain matched the tears that freely flowed down your cheeks, your shaking body curled up in the back corner of the little bus that took you across the country.

—

“I need your help.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I need somewhere to go. Somewhere far from Miami. Carlisle, I have nobody.”

“Come to Forks. You’ll be safe here.”

—

Thick, lush forest reached into the sky, creating a shield around the rocky, stormy coastline. The hot beaches were a distant memory, along with the man that had sent you running for the new town in the farthest corner of the country.

The sun set, sending Forks into a deep darkness, any light from the stars covered by heavy clouds. Street lamps whipped by, blurring as you were taken to the center of the town, to the bus stop where you prayed the doctor was waiting for you.

The driver handed you your suitcase, staring a little too long at the dark bruises on your skin. Nausea rose in your throat, though you couldn’t have been the first person fleeing their ex.

“Someone comin’ for you?” The driver asked, and you nodded, the rain soaking your skin, making your clothes stick to your body as you stood on the tarmac.

Headlights came around the corner, shining on your trembling form. Your name was lost in the wind as the driver called, before the door opened and he stepped out.

“Hey,” Carlisle embraced you, his white button down soaking in the rain as he held you.

“Carlisle—” you began to cry before any explanation could come out.

He didn’t need it, the bruises and scrapes on your body filling in enough of the information. He held your face, unsure what was tears and what was rain, his icy heart breaking at your sad gaze.

“You’re freezing. Let’s get you home. Have you got any bags?” Carlisle offered gently.

“Just this,” you mumbled, holding the backpack, embarrassed that you’d barely made it out with anything.

He opened the car door for you, helping you inside and setting your bag on the floor. He flipped the heater on, hoping it would help your shivering, though he suspected it was more than just the cold.

You rode to the outskirts of town, to the edge of the forest where his huge home was positioned. Walls of glass allowed a view into the warm, loving house, a few figures moving inside, laughing and talking.

Carlisle parked in the garage, ushering you inside.

“Can I clean up?” Your voice was soft with embarrassment.

You felt out of place in his perfect home, a wreck of broken pieces amongst his pristine life.

“Of course. Have a hot shower — Alice will give you something to wear. And then I’d like to take a look at your injuries, if you’re alright with that,” he spoke quietly, and you nodded.

The bathroom door sealed shut behind you, your clothes pulled off and tossed into the dryer before you stepped under a stream of hot water. It soothed your cold bones, the soap stinging your battered skin.

When the water finally shut off, you wrapped yourself in a towel from the warmer, going to stand in front of the illuminated mirrors. You rubbed your hair, trying to get as much of the moisture out as you could before changing into the shorts and loose tee shirt Alice had left for you.

.

Carlisle prepared his first aid equipment in his office, the room that now had a bed in it, set up for you. It pained him to see you so hurt, his fragile past lover that had coming running when you needed protection.

“Hi.”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, taking in the sight of you, a welcome presence he had missed around the house. Carlisle beckoned you to him, his hands catching yours.

“Can I take a look at you?”

You climbed up on his exam table, trying to stay calm as he gently inspected your injuries, wincing as he properly cleaned and bandaged the scrapes. He praised you for being a stellar patient, earning a small smile.

“I’m just checking for internal bleeding,” he explained, gently touching your torso, pulling an x-ray screen over you.

His hand was soft, the first time someone had touched you gently in as long as you could remember. Tears started to well at your lashes as you realized that Carlisle had been the last person to touch you softly, that no one had been tender in the time. 

“Everything looks good. You just need to heal,” Carlisle said finally, helping you sit up.

“Thank you, doctor,” you gazed up at him, wishing he would pull you into his arms and promise you everything was going to be okay.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before helping you down, leading you into the kitchen where there was hot soup. He scooped a bowl, setting it in front of you on the table, smiling as you hungrily spooned it into your mouth. 

“How long did he hit you? Your husband?” Carlisle asked, taking the seat across from you, his hand wrapping around a cup of tea. 

“A few months,” you confessed. 

His knuckles paled as his grip tightened on the teacup, the thought of anyone, let alone someone you had trusted, laying a hand on you so violently. You were mortified, unable to explain why you had stayed with him, especially now that you were faced with the only man you had ever truly loved. 

“You didn’t deserve that,” Carlisle reached out and took your hand in his, both for his comfort and for your own. 

“Sometimes it felt like it,” you confessed, your other, shaking, hand raising to cover your mouth as you held in a sob. 

“You’re safe now.”

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You laid under a quilt, staring at Carlisle’s quiet office, listening to him get ready for bed in the master bedroom across the hall. Your body shivered under the blankets, though not from the cold. Your vision blurred with tears, nightmares creeping up and sinking their talons into you, threatening to tear you apart. The air was restricted from your lungs as your throat closed, preventing you from calming yourself down.

Carlisle rose out of bed at the sound of your distressed breathing. He softly pushed the door to his office open, walking to the small bed you were curled up on. 

“Hey, hey, breathe,” he whispered, rubbing your back, rousing you out of sleep.

You sat up suddenly, startling awake from the nightmare, your chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Carlisle’s arms circled around you, holding you against his strong chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him tightly as you cried into his shoulder. 

“You’re okay, it’s just me,” he murmured against your cheek, softly pressing a kiss to your skin. 

“Carlisle,” you wept his name, your fingers gripping the shirt that clung to his back.

“I know, love. I know.”

The hands ticked around the clock as he held you, keeping you safe in his arms, even after you managed to fall back asleep. He didn’t want you to fall victim to more nightmares, letting you sleep on his chest the rest of the night. 

Forks was unaware the sun rose, thick, dark stormclouds keeping the sky dark. When your lashes fluttered open, you had no idea what time it was, but your body was curled into Carlisle’s side, the doctor typing away on his laptop as he worked, trying his best not to disturb you. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled blearily, sitting up and rubbing your eyes as you grew embarrassed about waking up on him. 

“Don’t be. How are you feeling?” he questioned, standing up to pour you a cup of coffee from the pot in the corner, adding just a bit of cream the way you liked. 

“Like nobody has loved me in a very, very long time,” you whispered honestly, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“I never stopped loving you,” Carlisle confessed, suddenly speaking the words you longed to hear. 

He tenderly touched your cheek, cautiously pressing a kiss to your lips, wanting to go slow, knowing the trauma ran deep. He was surprised when you leaned into his touch, craving it, as if Carlisle’s gentleness could wash away the memories of the violence you had endured. 

“You’re here with me now, and you’re safe. Nobody is going to ever hurt you again. Here, you will always be loved,” Carlisle promised, wrapping you in his embrace.