the moment jacob imprinted on you, it hit him like a collision.
one second he was walking through the woods. the next, your laugh cracked through the trees and he froze. the world tunneled. everything else faded.
and you, you, suddenly became the center of his universe.
for days after, he couldn’t stop staring at you.
not in a creepy way, but in the i-don’t-know-how-i-ever-lived-without-you kind of way. the pack teased him mercilessly for it.
“jake, dude. seriously, you’re smiling at your phone like she’s gonna text by telepathy.”
“shut up, paul.”
jacob was terrified to tell you about the imprint at first. not because he didn’t want it. god, he wanted you. but because he didn’t want you to feel pressured.
“you’ve got a choice,” he said, quietly, eyes locked on yours. “even if the universe picked you for me… you still get to pick me, too.”
when you finally admitted you felt it too. that inexplicable pull, that comfort in his presence, the way his arms felt more like home than your own bed, he physically exhaled in relief. then pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever felt.
jacob is fiercely protective of you. not possessive, but primal. the moment anyone makes you uncomfortable, he’s beside you in a blink, tall and broad and unreadable.
“everything okay?”
just those two words. calm, low, and absolutely threatening.
his wolf instincts are always on when it comes to you. you could be across the field at a bonfire, talking to someone else, and he still notices the way your shoulders tense or your fingers fidget.
he’s always watching, always tuned in to your energy.
you calm his wolf better than anything else. when he phases back after a bad patrol, he finds you. buries his face in your neck. breathes you in.
“you keep me human,” he whispers once. “don’t even know if you realize it.”
physical affection is nonstop.
jacob is a furnace and he’s always wrapping around you. laying his head in your lap, pulling you into his hoodie, holding your hand under the table like he needs the anchor.
and when you’re not around, he wears your scent like armor.
the first time you get sick or hurt? jacob panics.
he’s at your side in seconds, flustered, pacing, asking if you need anything, until you tug on his shirt and say, “just stay.”
so he does. he stays until you fall asleep. and then longer.
imprint fights hit differently.
not because you argue often, but because when you do, it hurts. like a soul-level tear. he can feel your pain, and it drives him mad.
he’ll give you space if you ask, but he paces, restless, desperate to fix it.
“i hate when we’re like this. i can’t… breathe right without you.”
the bond gives jacob this uncanny ability to know what you need before you do.
he shows up with your favorite snacks after a long day. hands you his hoodie when you’re just starting to feel cold. pulls you into his chest the second your anxiety spikes, even if you haven’t said a word.
he’s so gentle with you. for someone who’s built of muscle and heat and power, he holds you like you’re made of light.
jacob kisses your temple like a promise. runs his thumb along your jaw when you’re tired, like he’s reminding himself you’re real.
sometimes you wake up and find him staring at you, eyes warm, voice still raspy from sleep:
“how’d i get so lucky?”
and when you say you love him. genuinely, freely, not because of the imprint but because you chose him, he breaks. full-body stillness, eyes wet, voice cracking.
“you mean that? you really… love me? because, god, i’ve loved you for so long, i don’t know how to be without you anymore.”
jacob black is so touchy once you’re together.
he always has a hand on you, wrapped around your waist, fingers laced with yours, a casual arm draped over your shoulders, even when you’re just standing in line somewhere.
it’s instinctive. protective. warm. grounding.
he calls you “babe” most of the time, but sometimes, when he’s sleepy or worried, he murmurs “sweetheart” under his breath like he doesn’t even realize it’s slipped out.
he builds you things. shelves, little wooden carvings, a custom seat for the back of his bike. he never says it outright, but he wants to leave his mark in your space. proof that he’s there, and not going anywhere.
you always know when something’s wrong because jacob shuts down. his jaw clenches. he gets quiet. he’ll go on a run to clear his head, but when he comes back, he always wraps you in the tightest hug, like he needs to feel you breathe just to calm down.
you once told him, half-jokingly, that you liked wolves. now he brings you random little wolf trinkets and says things like “thought you’d want something that looked like me,” with a cocky smirk and that damn dimple.
the first time he got really hurt on patrol, he tried to hide it. didn’t want you to worry. you found out anyway and lost it on him, tears in your eyes. he was stunned into silence.
the next day, he showed up with a small first-aid kit and asked if you could keep it “just in case.” he never hides injuries again.
jealous jacob is very real.
even if someone just looks at you the wrong way, his entire body tenses. you’ll grab his hand and squeeze it to ground him, whispering, “you’ve got nothing to worry about, jake.” he just kisses your knuckles and glares at the guy over your shoulder anyway.
the pack knows not to make any comments about you around him.
once, paul made a teasing joke, and jacob had him pinned to a tree in seconds. “say something like that again, and i’ll send you to the fucking hospital.”
he loves when you sit in his lap. like… loves it.
especially when you’re both hanging with the pack and you settle there without thinking. he gets all smug and wraps his arms around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
he’s surprisingly insecure at times. not because of you, but because he worries he’s too much. too intense, too broken, too wrapped up in the world he didn’t choose.
you always make him look at you when he spirals, pressing your hand to his chest and saying, “you’re more than enough. and you’re mine.”
jacob leaves your favorite snacks in your bag or car when he knows he’ll be gone for patrol. they’re always labeled in sharpie:
“for my girl. don’t forget to eat.”
“miss you already :(.”
“my pretty girl, i love you.”
jacob is so softly obsessed with you. the way you talk with your hands. how you hum while brushing your teeth. the little crease in your brow when you read. he memorizes it all.
sometimes, when you’re sleeping, he stays up just watching you. he brushes your hair back, traces the curve of your cheek with his finger, and whispers, “you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”
when you say “i love you” out of nowhere, he melts. no matter how many times you say it, it still stuns him.
summary: headcanons of how clingy your boyfriend gets when he finally has a day off, aka puppy coded!jacob black (request)
-swears that he is the manliest man ever who (even though he loves you very much) isn’t clingy or “mushy” when it comes to love, specifically he says that he is dominant and masculine when it comes to showing affection
-he’s a big fat liar lol, because the second he gets time off he spends it entirely with you, practically glued to your body and flat out refuses to let go; it’s cute at first and very nice and toasty in the wintertime, but the during the summertime it gets annoying pretty quickly
-when he gets like this, all clingy and cute, he’ll do the following things: pout without realizing, whine like puppy, huff before every sentence, hold onto you and lay some of his weight on you (he’s still considerate enough to not crush you), grab your arms and wrap them around him and holding them in place
-it’s impossible to get away from Jacob when he gets like this, all puppy like and mushy, considering he is a werewolf and is insanely strong compared the the average person/humans in general, but you can annoy him the living hell our of him
-you get the mischievous idea when he began to demand that you be the big spoon, saying things like “don’t you love me? if you really did you’d be the big spoon for once, let me feel the love” it takes lots of self control to not burst out laughing at how seriously pouty he sounds as he says it
-you tease him by demanding he be the big spoon, quoting his exact words from the day before when he said he wasn’t clingy and needed to protect you while you slept by hugging you from behind; gets even more desperate for affection and attention from you that he resorts to throw a small tantrum
-it was embarrassing for him 100% and he will be thinking about that moment any night he struggles to fall asleep, but did it work? yes, yes it did; you gain three things that, blackmail material against your boyfriend, bragging rights for giving Jacob the princess or puppy treatment, and finally the best day of your life for witnessing it all
-he spends the rest of his free day in bliss, getting headpats (I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, if Jacob is in his wolf form his tail will be wagging like crazy), back scratches, being held by his lovely partner that will giggle from time to time at his clingy behavior; overall an amazing (and slightly embarrassing day) that will happen again when he gets another day off
PLEASE please please PLEASE do felix headcanons where he falls for someone tiny and human and becomes insanely protective over them
Tiny human- Felix Volturi Headcanons
Felix is the muscle of the Volturi guard. He is a mountain of a vampire, completely built for destruction, and he spends his days ripping rogue immortals limb from limb.
Putting someone tiny, fragile, and human next to him? It absolutely breaks his brain.
He was terrified of her at first. Not because she is a threat, but because he genuinely thought he might accidentally snap her in half.
Watching her do normal human things—like stubbing ber toe or struggling to open a heavy door—makes his dead heart do backflips. It triggers a primal, overwhelming urge to just scoop her up and keep her in a box away from the world.
He is intensely aware of the physical contrast between you. His hands can completely cover hers. Her forehead barely reaches the middle of his chest. When he wraps his arms around her from behind, she completely disappear against him. He loves it, even if it scares him.
He hates leaving her alone in the castle while he is on missions. If he has to go out with Demetri or Alec to handle whatever, he will literally station lower-ranking guards outside her room with strict orders.
He carries her. A lot. He will pick her up like she weigh absolutely nothing, cradling her against his chest. She doesn’t even have to ask anymore; it’s just standard operating procedure.
When he hugs her, he has to consciously practice restraint. He leans his massive frame into her, burying his face in her hair or the crook of her neck, just breathing in her scent.
He is completely obsessed with how small she looks beneath him. During sex he will deliberately pin her wrists above her head with just one of his hands
Carlisle makes sure you bring a jacket whenever you go out. You both could be halfway out the door and he’ll turn around just to go get one for you (not without a gentle scolding, of course)
Esme never lets you cook for yourself. She’s so excited to have someone to cook for. Plus, it allows her to make sure you’ve eaten well that day.
Edward keeps track of all your likes and dislikes. He can order for you at restaurants flawlessly and is not afraid to send the dish back if it’s not up to standards. It also lets him keep Alice’s party plans in check (after all, you can’t enjoy yourself if things are subpar)
Jasper has a hand on your waist at almost all times. He guides you through crowds and away from people he deems threatening. He’d also kneel and tie your shoelaces for you if they came undone. He doesn’t want you to trip!
Emmett is not about to let people disrespect you. If someone gets a little too passive aggressive in history class, he’s gonna call them out on it. Holds you close and glares at them in the cafeteria.
Alice picks your outfits. She insists she knows more about fashion than you and that you should listen to her expertise, but it’s usually just so you two can match. She’d even help you get dressed if you let her.
Rosalie helps take care of you. Makes sure you drink lots of water and brush your teeth every morning/night. She’d definitely give you a little “excuse me?” look if you say the routines aren’t that important (because taking care of you is important)
Summary: Emmett and his girlfriend sneak off on prom night.
Warrings: Smut, jeep sex, riding, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, breast worship, body worship, Jasper cock blocking,
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It's prom night, ‘yay’ or maybe you like prom, I don't know.
For a small town this was all pretty impressive. Prom wasn't really y/n’s idea of a good time with her boyfriend. The loud music got old after a while and you got all the snobby bitches using up all of daddy's money on hair and dresses, hoping to become prom queen.
In the end, Emmett made it all worth it. He always got her smiling and all that mattered was that she was with him. And y/n would admit getting a cool dress was fun too - a cute little balance of punk and girly. Neither one of them really cared to get too flashy like the others. Y/n wore a black and blue dress that went to her knees. She hated heels, so she went with black converse. Emmett kept it simple too, a dark blue dress shirt and black suit vest he kept buttoned and he ditched the tie.
“I can't believe you talked me into this” y/n shook her head playfully, holding his hand as they walked into the loud, decorated gym.
Emmett chuckled at her remark. “Well, what can I say, I'm just that convincing,” He responded playfully as he led the two of them into the gym, a smirk plastered on his face. Prom wasn't really of interest to Emmett either, but she was with him and that was a good enough reason for him to go. He found it quite funny as to how easily it was able to convince her. He looked over at y/n. Her tight-fitting dress hugged every curve of her body. He smiled to himself before speaking. “You look amazing, babe”
“You don't look too bad yourself” she smirked.
“oh, I know,” He chuckled at her then looked at the dance floor. “I'm quite the eye candy” He joked before his eyes wandered back to her again, his gaze slowly traveling from head to toe. He liked the way her dress hugged every part of her. It showed every curve, every indent, every single inch of her body. The dress suited her very much.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, as he pulled her towards the dance floor. “oh yes, you're such a pantie dropper” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Emmett smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close against him as the two of them moved to the beat of the music. He leaned down a bit, so his face was closer to hers, his eyes locking with hers. “Oh, I can be if I want to” He responded with a smirk, his fingers tracing her body, slowly, gently, but enough to make her skin tingle.
Emmett pulled her even closer as his hands glided over her body, making their way up her torso. He traced the curves of her body, his fingers gliding over the fabric of her dress, leaving a heated path in their wake
“you know, you look damn good in this dress” He murmured, his breath fanning over her neck. The way her body felt against his was driving him insane.
“Thank you” y/n smiled, looking up at him as they moved in sync to the music.
Emmett's smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he looked down at her, his eyes shining with amusement and something else - desire. He dipped his head down, pressing a soft, quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before spinning her out and pulling her back in close.
“It's taking everything in me not to just rip that dress off of you”
“Hey, if I gotta be here, you gotta behave”
“Who said I have to behave?” He teased, his fingers tracing the outline of the dress, his touch lingering just above the hem for a moment before moving again. “I'm the one in charge, remember?” He smirked.
Y/n raised an eyebrow playfully as he lifted their connected hands and spun her again “oh, you're in charge?” she asked as their chest bumped into each other. “since when?”
Emmett chuckled, pulling her back against his body, his arms wrapped tightly around her. “Since always, sweetheart,” He smirked, his eyes locked with hers, his gaze intense and heated. His hand remained on her hip, holding her body flushed against him, his fingers tracing small circles against her skin. “I seem to remember you saying not so long ago that you love it when I take control” He murmured, his face inching closer to hers.
“Hmm... I guess I do” y/n smirked, rolling her eyes playfully.
His grip on her tightening a bit. “That's what I thought” He said, his eyes roaming over her body before locking with hers again. The music seemed to fade to background noise, his focus solely on her. His hand slipped under the hem of her dress, trailing a path up the side of her thigh.
She pushed his hand away before it could slip underneath her dress. “we're in public, remember?”
Emmett let out an exasperated sigh, but begrudgingly obliges, his hand slipping out from under her dress. He leaned down towards her ear, his lips brushing against it as he spoke. “I'm getting impatient, babe” He murmured, his voice low and raspy, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Having sex on prom night is such a cliche,” y/n teased, pulling away from him. “I need something to drink” she said, keeping a hold of his hand and pulling him with her.
“A cliche is popular for a reason” He grumbled as she pulled him to the drink table, his eyes still locked on her form. He couldn't tear his gaze away, finding himself lost in the way she moved and how damn good she looked in that dress. He watched her as she poured a drink, his hands on her hips, his touch lingering as if trying to keep her as physically closer to him as he could.
She rolled her eyes as her lips touched the rim of the glass. She pulled it away when the drink hit her tongue. “someone spiked the shit out of this”
She wrinkled her nose and tossed in the trash can next to the table.
He chuckled as he watched her toss the drink in the garbage. “Well, it's prom. What'd you expect? Everyone's trying to get hammered” He said with a smirk, his hand still holding onto her hips, his thumb tracing lazy circles against the fabric of her dress.
Y/n left his hold, walking to the other side of the long table, the ballot box catching her eye. She could care less about voting for prom king and queen, but she had to do a double take. Hers and Emmett's names were on the candet list. “what the fuck?” she sighed, holding up one of the sheets.
Emmett followed her gaze and saw the ballot sheet in her hand. A smirk played on his lips as he walked over to her, leaning against the table casually. “Looks like someone nominated us,” he said nonchalantly, reaching out to take the sheet from her hand. His fingers brushed against hers intentionally.”
“I'm gonna kill Alice” she said, taking the sheet back.
He laughed at her outburst, knowing full well that Alice was likely behind this. “I think it's cool,” he said, holding up the sheet so they could both see the names written in neat, perfect handwriting. Emmett's name was first, followed by y/n’s. “Prom King and Queen?”
She rolled her eyes playfully at his usual outgoing personality. “this is not a good thing” she pressed the piece of paper to his large chest.
Emmett looked down at the paper pressed against his chest, studying it for a moment before looking back up at her. He let out a soft chuckle and shrugged, his cocky demeanor not faltering. “Come on, it's not so bad. Maybe we should play along and put on a show, really make 'em jealous” He offered, his tone hinting at a slightly devilish smirk.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, trying not to smile. Of course winning against all those snobs did sound appealing - half of the females in their class have been dreaming about being prom queen since the 7th grade. Someone like her - a couple like her and Emmett winning would be something. The 'weirdos' as they think the Cullens were and also her just by association winning.
But the thought of being the center of attention like that both terrified her and annoyed her. “just vote for a couple and put it in the box”
Emmett leaned against the table, watching her closely as she spoke. He could see the conflict in her eyes, her desire to win against the snobby girls pitted against her distaste for the attention that came with it. He knew her well enough to know her answer, but he couldn't help but play along, hoping that maybe he could convince her otherwise.
“Come on, live a little. Wouldn't it be fun to get one over on those girls? And imagine the looks on their faces,” He mused, a slight smirk on his face. It was tempting. “I bet there would be tears shed”
Y/n let out a small laugh, nudging his shoulder with hers. Emmett chuckled, not missing her eye roll but knowing she was softening up. “well, I'm voting for us”
“of course you are”
He grinned wider, amused by her dry response. He folded the paper neatly and dropped it into the ballot box with a satisfying thud. Turning back to y/n, he shrugged innocently. “What can I say? I believe in us.”
“Come on” she huffed in a teasing way, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards the dance floor.
Emmett allowed himself to be pulled along, his hand fitting perfectly in hers. As they reached the dance floor, he spun her suddenly, making her laugh - a sound he loved hearing. Pulling her close, he rested his hands on her hips with a playful smirk. “Dance with me, prom queen.”
“shut it”
He just laughed and spun her again, his strong arms keeping her steady as they danced. The music was loud and fast-paced, but Emmett moved with an easy confidence, leading y/n effortlessly across the floor. He spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, his arm wrapping around her waist, holding her close as he began moving to the beat. She reached behind her and hooked her arm over his neck, moving her hips to the music and slightly brushing her ass against his crotch.
Emmett's breath hitched slightly as he felt her move against him, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer so there was no mistaking the effect she was having on him. “You keep moving like that and I'll have get you alone”
Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, his hot breath against her ear sending a wave of heat through her. She could feel his body pressed against hers, his arms holding her close as we moved to the music, and she couldn't deny the effect he was having on her. The thought of being alone with him, no distractions, no interruption. She couldn't resist the lure of his touch. “Maybe that's exactly what I want” she murmured back, her voice low and seductive.
If Emmett was still human his heart would be racing at her words. His hands squeezed her hips gently before sliding up to her ribcage, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. He turned her around to face him suddenly, his hands gripping her face gently as he kissed her deeply right there on the dance floor.
The kiss was passionate and hungry, all the pent-up desire between them boiling over suddenly. Emmett's hands moved down to her waist, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. When they finally broke apart for air, his forehead rested against hers. He looked around the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling back on y/n with a mischievous grin. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, his voice low and commanding. “Let’s get out of here before I do something really inappropriate on this dance floor.”
“and you would if I let you”
He threw his head back with a laugh, knowing she was right. His mind was filled with dirty thoughts as he looked down at her short dress. He could easily hike it up right here... He cleared his throat softly, his voice lower. “Like I said babe, you give me zero self-control.”
“Besides,” he added with a slight smirk, tracing his fingertips along the bare skin of her back, “I've been a gentleman all night. Don't you think it's time I finally get some payback for those ass-brushes you've been giving me?”
“maybe” she smirked teasingly, her fingers brushing the hard muscles on his lower abdomen through his dress clothes, making Emmett's breath catch in his throat as her fingers trailed over his abs. He caught her hand, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss before entwining their fingers together. With a playful growl, he started leading her off the dance floor, weaving through the crowd towards the exit.
Once they were outside, the cool evening air hit their faces, providing a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. Emmett pulled her towards the parking lot, his long strides eating up the distance. Suddenly, he spun her around, pressing her back against his massive jeep.
Y/n grabbed his face, mashing her lips against roughly. Emmett groaned, his hands immediately gripping her hips tightly as he pressed his body flush against hers. The sudden aggression sent a shock of desire straight to his groin. He kissed her back just as roughly, biting her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.
Breaking the kiss only to let y/n breath, Emmett whispered against her lips, “Fuck, I need you right now” His hands slid down to grab her ass, lifting her up as he pressed her against the cold metal of his jeep. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, grinding against him through his pants.
“Fuck,” she moaned softly. “in the jeep, Em”
Emmett didn't need to be told twice. He quickly opened the back door of his jeep, setting her down on the seat before crawling in after her. He shut the door behind them. The interior was dark, the only light coming from the streetlights outside and the only thing to be heard was the muffled music coming from the school and the couple's breathing. Y/n pushed him back then climbed into his lap, making a point to brush up against the bulge in his pants.
“Christ” he hissed, his hands immediately finding her thighs. He leaned his head back against the seat, muscles flexing as she teased him. One hand slid up to her ass while the other moved to grip the back of her neck, pulling her down for a messy, passionate kiss.
Emmett's hands roamed her body eagerly, finally getting the chance to explore every curve. He pushed the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He broke the kiss to lean down and wrap his mouth around one of her nipples, sucking and biting gently, making her back arch and her hands go to his hair. She let out a moan, her head falling back and pressing his face closer to her plush breasts.
“damn, baby” he groaned against her skin, switching to the other breast while his hand slid up to massage the other. He could already smell her arousal and it was driving him crazy. His cock strained painfully against his pants. He bit down gently on her nipple, causing her to gasp loudly.
“Emmett” she moaned softly, her hips wiggle slightly in his lap, causing him to harden even more. Y/n reached down between them, wrapping her hand around his leather belt and started to yank it open while his hand slid down to palm her ass possessively.
“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth as she struggled with his belt. He lifted his hips to help her, allowing her to pull the leather through the loops. She unbuttoned his pants quickly, pulling the zipper down and releasing his straining erection. “hang on, I gotta...” He trailed off, tugging her lace panties down. The way she was straddling him made it difficult, a groan rumbled in his throat and he ripped the small fabric into two.
She gasped. “really, Emmett?”
“They were in the way,” He muttered defensively, tossing the torn lace onto the floor. He caught her hips again, placing her back on top of his thighs. “Plus, they were already ruined” He slid his hands back up her smooth legs, his mouth finding hers again.
As they kissed, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her wetness. He pulled away, he could feel how ready she was, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to slam into her right then and there. Instead, he teased her entrance gently with his first two fingers in slow circular motions.
“fuck, Emmett” y/n shudder, her head falling back as she rutted against his hand. “Need you…Inside me”
"I know, baby." He soothed, his voice low and rough. He leaned forward, his teeth gently grazing her neck as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of her. She was so tight, so wet. He slowly fingered her, scissoring his fingers to stretch her, making her moan desperately.
Y/n gave his shoulders a hard squeeze before brushing her hands down his chest and started tugging open the three buttons on his suit vest. Emmett groaned as she pushed the vest off his shoulders, revealing the crisp navy dress shirt underneath. He was so focused on pleasuring her that he barely noticed when she started undoing the buttons of his shirt. When her hands finally slipped inside to palm his muscular chest, he thought he might lose it.
He added a third finger, curling them up to hit that spot inside her as her nails dug into his chest as she arched into his touch. Seeing her like this - half dressed, completely lost in pleasure - was almost too much.
“Emmett, I need you” she moaned.
“I need to make sure you're all wet and ready to take me” He said softly, pumping his fingers slower, making her chase the friction. He knew she was past the point of coherence. He loved making her fall apart like this. Back then he'd make any woman fall apart, but now he was with her. Everything was different and more precious with her.
“Please, Emmett” she gasped, her nails raking down his hard chest to the ridges of his abs.
“Jesus” He hissed. He knew she was sensitive, needy. He loved that he could reduce her to this - a moaning, squirming mess. He removed his fingers, making her whimper.
Emmett finally lined himself up with her entrance again, one hand gripping her hip tightly while the other held the back of her neck. He pulled her down onto him slowly, watching as she took him inch by inch until she was fully seated on top of him. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
She quickly nodded, her breath hitching.
“good” He hummed, liking how she was so eager to please. He slowly pulled back before snapping his hips up. He watched her breasts bounce, loved that she wasn't one of those tiny waif-like women. She was all curves and softness.
“Fuck, you feel amazing” He started a steady pace, not wanting to hurt her. His hands explored every inch of her he could reach - her hips, her thick thighs, her breasts. He knew he was being dominant, almost rough, but something about y/n brought out this primal side of him.
“God, you feel so good,” she moaned breathlessly, her head falling back as she braced herself by grabbing the 'oh shit' handle on the roof of his jeep. “so big”
“That's it, baby,” he groaned, loving her raw and honest reactions. He thrust deeper, harder, feeling her tighten around him and jeep rock. “You take my cock so well” He leaned in to kiss her neck, sucking gently as he continued to move inside her.
“fuck, don't stop” she said, squeezing his shoulders
“not a chance, beautiful” He murmured against her neck. His hands gripped her thick hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust. He knew he was hitting deep inside her, knew it was going to leave her sore later. But right now, he didn't care - they both knew she could take it. She was too fucking perfect. He spread her thighs wider apart on top of him, making her take him deeper. The jeep creaked and rocked as he drove into her harder, watching as her breasts bounce with each thrust. He loved her body. He wasn't into skinny girls. He liked that his women was all curves, an ass you could grip, breasts you could palm.
“fuck, Emmett!”
“right there?” he teased in a rough tone, knowing he was hitting her deep. He snapped his hips upward, making her breasts bounce. He loved watching them. He squeezed her waist with his hands, lifting her almost completely off his lap before dropping her back down onto his length. He was rough, almost animalistic.
“right there!” She moaned loudly, her hands flying back to grip his shoulders. He was hitting some deep spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you come all over my dick. Let go for me." He bit down gently on her neck as he thrust especially hard, hitting that sweet spot inside her that always made her scream.
She gripped his hair, tensing up. “Emmett!”
Her orgasm hit her hard, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she screamed his name. Emmett groaned deeply, feeling her pulsate around his cock intensely. The sight of her coming undone pushed him over the edge. With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside her and came violently.
Y/n went limp in his arms, her forehead resting against his shoulder as her fingers carded through his hair. He held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he caught his breath. He pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder and neck, his semi-hard dick still buried inside her. He loved how she went all boneless and cuddly after sex. It was adorable and sexy all at once.
Then there was a knock on the window, making them both jump. “Jesus!” she flinched, covering herself as Jasper opened the door with Alice behind.
“no, Jasper,” he joked, but his smirk disappeared at his future sister-in-law's disapproving scowl. “anyway, y'all just got announced prom king and queen”
“God, dammit,” Y/n groaned.
“we'll meet you guys in there” Emmett added.
“Hurry up” Alice said as Jasper nodded, patting the side of the jeep before pulling Alice away.
Emmett chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Well, I guess that's our cue to get back inside” He reluctantly pulled out of her, stealing a kiss as he did.
“wish you were back inside me” she huffed under her breath as she pulled her dress back into place on her breasts.
He grinned wolfishly at her words, helping her fix her dress before buttoning his shirt back up and adjusting himself. “Later tonight I'll be inside you again” he promised, giving her ass a playful slap as they stepped out of the Jeep. He took her hand as they walked back into the gymnasium together.
A/N: Fun fact I'm pretty short so I thought I'd be fun to write some headcanons with short S/O. So this is a bit self indulgent for me :)
Sometimes being short sucked but not when you have a tall vampire boyfriend. He wasn't only tall but exceedingly fast so if you dropped something he'd catch before it fell to the ground.
If you needed help reaching something he'd be there in a flash. He was always sweet like that. A gentleman.
"Here ya go, ma'am." He'd say.
He was such a charmer and it filled you with warmth. Every time he did it, you couldn't help but blush and had a giddy feeling in your chest.
Even if it was over something small it meant the world to you. Jasper always had that affect on you. Always filling you up with joy and love even over the smallest most seemingly insignificant things.
This wasn't because of his gift but merely just how you felt about him. He made your heart skip a beat every time you look at him.
You loved when he wrapped his arms around your waist. You always smiled when he did this and you couldn't help but smile as you look up at him.
If you were ever tired he'd lift you up and carry you bridal style even though you may be tired, I'd still make you giggle.
He always knew how to make you feel appreciated and he never made you feel like you were any less no matter what size you were.
His hugs always were the best. He was gentle but still gave you a little squeeze. He'd rest his head on yours and you'd snuggle into his chest. It was hard like stone and yet still brought you comfort.
He was the best and you couldn't ask for anyone else.
When Jasper met you, he was initially more focused on the whole not trying to kill you thing. Falling in love with you was never part of his plan, especially not when you were human and, oh, so so fragile.
It was a hard thing for him to accept, he had a lot of internal conflict when he had to come to terms with it. He did have to leave school for a few weeks as he tried to work on controlling his thirst so that there was less of a chance he would hurt you.
Jasper does not find himself getting jealous a lot of the time, he can feel emotions and so he can tell that you are pretty content with being with him.
You will find him staring intently at someone if they are trying something with you, though.
Jasper doesn't find himself around kids a lot, so I would feel like he wouldn't be all that good with handling them. However, I do have a little headcannon that Jasper had two younger siblings back when he was human, so he was good at being around younger kids because of his little sisters.
Thoughhhh, he kind got a little awkward around them because of the whole vampire thing.
He takes a while to open up to you, he has a long, complicated and dark past, and it's never been one he was proud of. Besides, you're human and he's a vampire, that's one thing to tell you about. Everything after him being turned is a whole other story.
Jasper is a patient person. You cannot tell me otherwise, I feel like he doesn't get angry or upset as quick as some others, he has some sort of control of his emotions. HOWEVER, he doesn't snap like others, his voice is calm and level when he speaks up, it almost doesn't seem like he's snapping at someone.
He's so much more patient with you though, he's never raised his voice at you, he's understanding with you, he's everything towards you, of course.
He's got a pretty damn good memory, whenever he needs to get you gifts for birthdays or anniversaries or whatever, you'll end up getting something you had mentioned randomly a couple of months beforehand.
His favourite memory of you must have been when he finally came clean to you about his past, about his time with Maria. You were not afraid of you, didn't look like it and he didn't even feel a hint of it coming from you. You looked him in the eye, held his hands and told him that he did what he did to survive, that times change and now he's doing his best to move on from it all, to be better.
He'd never felt as reassured as he had then, and he would always cling to that moment for the rest of his undead life.
When you two end up going on dates, they are always the most calmest, most chill and most romantic things ever. They're usually secluded because he can't handle being around people all that much, and it's so much more nicer when it's only the two of you.
Once he fell in love with you, he couldn't imagine life without you. It got to a point that, during the night when he couldn't find something to occupy his mind, he wondered if he could ever turn you, or would he live with the guilt of subjecting you to this life.
★ Adventurous dates; Hiking, diving, climbing, you name it.
★ If you get tired, he's more than happy to carry you in his back.
★ Emmet learns how to do your makeup (if you use any)
★ The first time, though, was a disaster. You ended up looking like bozo.
★ Takes pictures of you sleeping to make it his phone's lockscreen/wallpaper
★ Casual cuddles while he plays videogames
★ Making fun of Edward togheter.
★ His family loves you so much. Edward finds you two unbearable together but finds the match made in heaven, Rosalie was fiercely protective of Emmett when you came into the picture but warmed as soon as she saw you look at Emmett with sparkling eyes, Alice steals you from him whenever she can, Jasper doesn't say much but fully approves it. Carlisle and Esme? They pray every night that you two get married.
★ Emmett gives his credit card to Alice and tells her to buy you the entire store.
★ He jokes around in class just to see you smile.
★ If you get detention for some reason, he will do something just to get sent to detention too and spend time with you.
★ Can't do full complicated meals. But learns how to make awesome burgers just for you.
