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Chris + Emmett Cullen

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THE FAMILY FINDS OUT

A side story

WARNING: this story mentions Emmett being (canonically) turned at 20 years old. And Chris(male X reader) is 17. The age of consent (truthfully and legally) in the state of Washington is 16. So no laws are broken in this side story.

It started with Edward—because of course it did.

He hadn’t meant to hear it. He never meant to, really. But Emmett’s brain didn’t exactly whisper, and the image had been too vivid, too loud, too—detailed—to miss. One second they were all in the living room pretending to have a normal evening. The next, Edward froze.

Rosalie noticed first. “What is it?”

Edward didn’t answer right away. His gold eyes snapped to Emmett, narrowed with disbelief and something sharper—horror.

Emmett, sprawled in the armchair with one foot over the side, frowned. “What?”

Edward’s voice was low. “You’re… you’re sleeping with him. With Chris.”

Silence fell like a dropped body.

“What?!” Rosalie’s voice cut through the room.

Alice sat up straighter. “Wait—what did you just say?”

Jasper stiffened.

Even Carlisle paused in turning a page. Esme looked sharply from Edward to Emmett.

Emmett didn’t flinch. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” Edward growled. “You were thinking about it.”

“Then stop listening.”

“I wasn’t trying to listen,” Edward snapped. “But you’re practically broadcasting it. That memory—God, Emmett. He’s seventeen.”

Emmett’s jaw clenched. “He knows what he wants.”

Rosalie stood up so fast the couch squeaked. “You’ve lost your mind.”

Alice was silent, watching—calculating. Jasper stood still beside her, wary but not intervening.

“I knew it,” Rosalie hissed. “I knew something was off. All the stupid excuses, the alone time, the way you look at him—Emmett, he’s Charlie’s kid!”

“I’m not hurting him,” Emmett said, deadly calm. “And don’t talk about him like that.”

“He’s a human teenager,” Rosalie spat. “You’re a grown man. And you’re a vampire. That’s not just bad judgment—it’s a goddamn liability.”

Carlisle closed his book, gently. “Rosalie.”

“No! I’m not pretending this is okay!” she shouted. “Do you all have any idea what could happen if someone finds out? If he tells someone? If he says the wrong thing at the wrong time? If you lose control—”

“I’m not going to,” Emmett said, voice low. “I’ve never once hurt him. Not even close.”

Jasper’s voice cut through the rising tension. “Are you feeding from him?”

“No.”

Alice’s voice was softer. “Are you in love with him?”

Emmett didn’t look away. “Yes.”

“Oh my God,” Rosalie said again, stepping back like she’d been slapped.

Esme crossed to him, voice gentle. “How long has this been going on?”

Emmett glanced at Edward—thanks for that, by the way—then back at Esme. “Not long. A few weeks.”

“And he knows what you are?” Carlisle asked.

Emmett nodded. “Figured it out on his own. I confirmed it.”

“And he’s… okay with it?” Alice asked, her eyes flicking like she was searching a future path she wasn’t sure she wanted to see.

“He likes me,” Emmett said. “All of me. I didn’t pressure him into anything. He wanted this.”

Edward was still pacing. “You think that justifies it? He’s seventeen, Emmett.”

“Seventeen,” Emmett said sharply, “is legal in this state. And he’s mature. Smart. And not afraid of me.”

“He’s a kid,” Edward said. “He has no idea what forever means. And you—you don’t age, don’t change. What happens in five years? What happens when he starts aging and you don’t? Or worse—what happens when someone finds out and he ends up dead?”

Emmett stood now too. “If anything ever happened to him, you think I’d survive it? You think I don’t know how fragile this is?”

Rosalie folded her arms. “You think this is love? You think you can be with someone who will age, wrinkle, die—and you’ll just sit there, perfect and frozen at twenty?”

“If I could give him forever—I would.”

Silence. It hit like a bomb.

Even Rosalie’s eyes flickered. Carlisle exchanged a look with Esme.

Alice looked at the floor, then smiled faintly. “You mean it.”

Emmett didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Jasper’s voice was steady. “Is he your mate?”

Another silence.

“…Yeah,” Emmett said.

Rosalie stumbled back like he’d struck her. “No. No, that’s not how it works. He can’t be. That’s not fair. You said you didn’t even believe in that!”

“I didn’t,” Emmett murmured. “Until him.”

Edward looked like he wanted to punch something. “Do you even realize what you’re risking?”

“Everything,” Emmett said. “And I’d do it again.”

Carlisle folded his hands calmly. “Then we need to be careful. We’ll protect your secret, but there are rules, Emmett. If the Volturi hear about this—”

“They won’t,” Emmett interrupted.

“If they do,” Carlisle continued, “we’ll deal with it together. But you must be careful. He cannot be hurt. Ever.”

“He won’t be.”

Esme touched his arm. “Then maybe it’s time we met him. Really met him.”

“Not tonight,” Emmett muttered. “But soon.”

Alice smirked. “He wears red a lot, doesn’t he?”

Emmett cracked a grin. “Yeah. Drives me crazy.”

Rosalie turned away, still trembling. She didn’t speak again, but her silence was louder than yelling.

Edward didn’t sit down. He just stared like he couldn’t believe any of this.

“Don’t worry,” Emmett told him quietly. “I got him. He’s safe.”

“You better hope so,” Edward said coldly, and walked out.

Carlisle followed him. Jasper went next. Rosalie stormed upstairs. Esme gave Emmett a soft look before leaving too.

Alice lingered.

“So,” she said, poking his bicep. “Is he really that good?”

Emmett just smiled, slow and smug. “Best I’ve ever had.”

Alice snorted. “Good. He deserves that much.”

And she vanished up the stairs too.

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My mind still swirled dizzily, full of images I couldn’t understand, and some I fought to repress.

Nothing seemed clear at first, but as I fell gradually closer to unconsciousness, a few certainties became evident.

About three things I was absolutely positive.

First, Emmett was a vampire.

Second, there was part of him—and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be—that thirsted for my blood.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

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“Hazard: Daddy’s Fault”

Chris was in a mood. Not angry. Not even annoyed. Just… baffled.

It started innocently enough—laundry day. The basket in his room was overflowing (which, in his defense, was Emmett’s fault for constantly undressing him wherever they were), so Chris had decided to knock it out all at once. He pulled on his favorite playlist, rolled up the sleeves of Emmett’s hoodie—which he’d obviously stolen again—and got to work sorting.

But then, as he started separating lights from darks, he paused. Blinked. Tilted his head.

His underwear—specifically, a red jockstrap—sparkled faintly.

“…No.”

He picked it up slowly, holding it toward the window. Light caught the back of the fabric. Glitter. Not the kind you could sprinkle on. The kind that stayed. The kind that only showed up when Emmett—

“Oh my god.”

He dropped it onto the pile like it burned and started digging faster. Another pair. A thong this time. Then two more jockstraps. A brief. Box-cut mesh. All of them had the same faint glimmer in the back, subtle but absolutely there.

Chris stared at the pile.

One pair.

Two.

Five.

Seven.

Ten.

He started pulling underwear from every drawer. From the clean pile. From the bottom of his gym bag. He found three more with the same telltale shimmer.

Thirteen.

“Jesus Christ, Emmett.”

He stood there, surrounded by fabric and sparkles, mouth slightly open in disbelief. And then—because he needed evidence—he lined them all up neatly across the bedspread, arranged by color and style like a deranged boutique display. He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, zooming in to make sure the glitter was visible.

He sent the photo to Emmett with no caption.

Ten seconds later, Emmett texted back:

“Hot.”

Chris groaned.

Another message followed.

“Which one had the yellow trim? That one was good.”

Chris narrowed his eyes and hit call.

Emmett answered on the first ring, voice smug. “Hey, baby.”

“You have a problem,” Chris said, holding the phone away so Emmett could hear the rustle of the fabric as he gestured. “There are thirteen pairs of underwear here that you’ve—ruined.”

“They’re not ruined,” Emmett said, completely unfazed. “They’re blessed.”

Chris made a strangled sound. “Emmett. I have a full calendar week of underwear that sparkle because your sex drive is actually illegal.”

Emmett was quiet for a moment, then: “You’re saying I’ve been inside you thirteen times in how many days?”

Chris went silent.

“Baby…”

“Don’t say it.”

“That’s almost twice a day.”

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. “You need to calm down.”

“I can’t help it,” Emmett said, voice low now. “Have you seen yourself?”

Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the glittering lineup again.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” he muttered.

“I’m lucky you’re hot,” Emmett said. “And that you keep wearing those jockstraps like you want this to happen.”

Chris bit back a smile. “You’re gonna make me start doing laundry daily.”

Emmett chuckled. “That’s fair. But maybe just start keeping a special drawer.”

“For what? My sparkle cum collection?”

There was silence on the other end of the line. Then, completely serious:

“…Yeah.”

Chris fell back on the bed with a groan, burying his face in the ruined rainbow of glittery underwear.

He wasn’t even mad.

He was just wildly, painfully owned.

“;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,”;,

Chris lay flat on his back in the center of the bed, legs dangling off the edge, surrounded by his entire goddamn cum-glittered underwear collection. The ridiculousness of it all should’ve pissed him off, but instead? He couldn’t stop laughing.

Like actually laughing—mouth open, stomach shaking, hand over his face kind of laughing.

Because who else would be dealing with something like this? What other poor, human boy was folding laundry only to discover a sparkling minefield of “I got railed this week” receipts all in one place?

He stared up at the ceiling and exhaled dramatically.

“You’ve turned my wardrobe into a Twilight-themed cum museum,” he muttered aloud to the empty room.

From the nightstand, his phone buzzed again.

Emmett:

Baby? Are you still mad or are you laying in it right now trying not to get turned on?

Chris groaned and flung a pair of red briefs at the phone.

Chris:

I’m deciding which ones are salvageable and which ones are now display pieces.

Another buzz.

Emmett:

Display pieces?

Chris could practically see the glint in Emmett’s eyes before the next text came in.

Emmett:

You gonna hang ‘em like trophies above the bed? Want me to autograph ‘em?

Chris sat up, face on fire. “Oh my god.”

He grabbed the phone and called him again.

Emmett answered immediately, voice cocky and smug and way too turned on for someone who wasn’t even in the room. “Hey there, Trophy Case.”

Chris choked. “No. You don’t get to call me that.”

“You’re the one cataloging my conquests.”

Chris looked down at the lineup on the bed again—thirteen pairs, some more vibrant than others, most folded carefully to hide the obvious glow, one lone pair tragically inside out, practically shimmering.

“You’ve jizzed me into a disco ball,” Chris said flatly.

“And?” Emmett sounded so proud. “You’re hot when you sparkle.”

Chris pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned back against the pillows, burying half his face in the collar of Emmett’s hoodie. “You’re insane. Do you know that? I’m doing laundry. Normal laundry. And now I’m sitting in a circle of glitter thongs because your sex drive is so off the rails I can’t wear a pair of underwear without catching it.”

“Baby…”

“No, don’t baby me.”

Emmett laughed gently, low and warm. “You know I can’t help it. I see you in those little jocks, your ass poking out, and all I can think is, that’s mine. And then I get hard. And then… well, then you bend over.”

Chris closed his eyes and took a slow, exaggerated breath.

“I should be mad.”

“You’re not.”

Chris groaned. “You’re right. I’m not.”

“Because you like that I can’t stay off you.”

Chris curled onto his side, smiling despite himself. “I like that you’re obsessed with me.”

“I’m madly obsessed with you,” Emmett said, suddenly serious. “Like, I would’ve filled a hundred pairs if you’d let me. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever touched. I’d spend eternity proving it to you if you let me.”

Chris’s chest warmed fast, throat tightening as Emmett’s voice lost its smugness and dropped into something more honest. Real.

He whispered, “You kinda already are.”

Silence stretched between them.

Then:

“Yeah,” Emmett said. “But I’m just getting started.”

Chris swallowed, heart thudding. He looked around the room again at the chaos. His chaos. Their chaos.

He sighed.

“…Okay. I’m keeping them.”

Emmett perked up instantly. “You’re what?”

“I’m keeping the underwear.”

Emmett’s smile could be heard through the phone. “As trophies?”

“As evidence.”

“Oof. You’re gonna hold them up at my trial?”

Chris grinned. “Exhibit A through M.”

“God, I’m so turned on right now.”

Chris rolled over and buried his face in a pillow. “I hate you.”

“I love you.”

“…I love you too.”

They stayed on the phone like that for a while—Chris sitting in the middle of a shrine to Emmett’s impossible libido, Emmett pacing the Cullen house somewhere nearby with a grin that wouldn’t fade.

Eventually, Chris stood up, carefully folded the thirteen glittering pairs into a separate laundry bag, and labeled it with sharpie:

“Hazard: Daddy’s Fault”

Then he set it gently aside.

He’d wash them.

Eventually.

Just… not yet…

The end... For now?

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He’s mine not yours!

Some Emmett Cullen AI photos I’ve had made(and then edited) do match the writings I’ve been doing.

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After school cuddles and TV time

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Emmett playfully chasing Chris through the forest

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Emmett and Chris Cullen on Halloween

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Some book cover options for the book I’m writing about Emmett / Chris

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When they say reader but it’s actually female reader

The struggles of a male reader

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I refuse to call grown men daddy but he is 🥵

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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Paul: You bought a taco?

Leah: Yeah

Paul: From the truck that hit Sam?

Leah: Well, me starving isn’t going to help him

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Okay. This was HOT. 18+ for sure

Masseur

Paul Lahote x Male Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone knows about Paul’s anger issues. But when his anger lets him lash out at his wolf pack and cause several fights. Emily proposes to Sam that a massage might be a good idea, since there was one not too far. Paul is irritated by the whole thing but Sam forces him to go. Paul is annoyed when he shows up to the place but when he lays eyes on his masseur, his now imprint, things take a turn for the best.

Author: This is also my first Paul Lahote smut! And you know, Paul is so angry in the movie I think he deserves a massage… especially by me. But enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, anal sex, 18+

Paul let out a heavy sigh, as he rubbed a hand down his face. “It WiLl bE goOd foR yOu.” Paul mocked as he remembered what Sam told him when he and Emily made the arrangement. Paul looked at the massage parlour where Emily had arranged a session for him. Everyone did know that Paul had anger issues, however two months ago it started getting worse. Paul would snap at anyone that slightly irritated him mostly his wolf pack and some occasions Sam but never Emily since that was a death wish.

Sam was getting fed up with it. Once a week minor fights turned into brawls not everyday but every hour. Almost no one wanted to do patrol with him and there was no coordination with Paul. Sam confessed his concerns with the wolf pack regarding Paul to Emily and she suggested a massage for him, Sam saw no better option so she arranged it. When it was announced to Paul he wanted nothing to do with it till Sam literally forced Paul to go, being Alpha had its perks.

Back to the present, Paul stomped his way into the parlour already wearing an irritated expression. He stopped by the front desk, as the lady looked up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked raising a brow at his irritation. Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m here for a session.” “Name?” “Paul Lahote.” The lady glanced at her computer before looking at him again. “Your right on time.” She pointed down a hall. “Door 7.” She said as she returned to her computer. Paul went down the hall without thanking her, on purpose.

Paul came to the door and opened it, he went through the door and closed it behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. This looked expensive to Paul. The massage bed was placed in the middle of the room, to the right of the bed was a rectangular pool surrounded by pebbles and candles. The wall that the pool was closest to, had water falling at a gentle soothing pace. There was a mirror facing one of the heads of the massage bed, with a sink under it and plants were everywhere.

There were windows but the noticeable one was the ceiling one revealing nature. And a wooden closet with sliding doors with towels, and massage liquids etc on the shelves. After Paul noticed the closet he noticed the person going through it, you. “Oh, welcome!” You said clasping your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way your looking around, is this your first time?” “Yeah.” Paul said in his attitude.

Paul was about to make a snarky comment towards you but froze as he made eye contact with you. Paul immediately forgot about his surroundings, hell it felt like even the ground or gravity didn’t even exist anymore. You’re his imprint. Paul’s eyes widened as he let out a gasp, realising and taking in your gorgeous features. Paul was staring at you mouth open, as you had no idea what was going through Paul’s mind, you giggled at his expression. “I’ve been told, that I’m beautiful and sexy before, but your face really takes the cake.” You stated with a smirk.

Paul only realised what he was doing now and his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Embarrassment only seeped in further when he realised how much the pack members would tease him for how he looked just now. Paul tried to speak but stammered. Thank fuck the pack isn’t here. “S-sorry uhhhhhhh-.” “It’s alright.” you said with a chuckle, which Paul now cherished. Paul couldn’t believe him hearing himself, he’s heard of wolves getting nervous in front of their imprint but his was just on another level.

“Alright, you quickly undress while I set up the oils and adjust the bed.” Paul blinked twice, realising he had to take his clothes of now in front of his imprint. “U-uhh all of it- the clothes!?” Paul sputtered out. “Usually all customers take all their clothes off, but you can keep on whatever makes you comfortable.” You spoke with a warm smile. Paul gulped before removing his clothes. While he did, you prepared the massage bed, occasionally casting a side glance at Paul.

Paul smirked as an idea popped into his mind, each part of his body that he revealed he flexed a little and it worked. He caught your eyes lingering longer at his body and subtly biting your lip, that was definitely an ego boost for Paul. You then tossed Paul a towel and quickly got some oils from the closet. “Alright you can lay down on the bed if your ready.” Paul nodded and laid down on the massage bed. Paul swear that his heart had never beaten this fast before, he was genuinely nervous.

“Right, let’s start at the back.” Your hands moved down on to Paul’s back and Paul had to stop himself from moaning loud. Paul has been touched by other people but that was nothing compared to this. Each movement from your hands to his skin was like a spark of pleasure that the imprint bond only amplified. Even the faintest of touches made Paul want to groan. “Wow there’s a lot of tension, lemme just-.” Paul couldn’t stop himself in time.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

The loud moan from Paul echoed around the room. Your hands ceased as Paul’s face began to redden at the realisation of what just happened. He froze completely not daring to say a word before sputtering out words in the silent room. “Y/N-I-UHH!” You began chuckling. “So you liked it that much eh?” Paul face reddened further. “Sorry about-.” “Don’t worry misterrrrrr-.” “Call me Paul.” “Don’t worry about it Paul I prefer that you continue making these noises let’s me know I’m doing a good job.” Paul quietly groaned at the seductive tone in your voice.

Throughout the massage Paul let out groans, gasps and moans, each one had you biting your lip, taking everything not to go further with him. When you were done with his calves, you reached out for a different massage oil. “Alright, Paul you can lay on your back now.” Paul’s eyes widened, as much as he would love for you to continue touching him on the front of his body, something noticeable will be poking at you from his waist towel. Paul breathed in and out, trying to calm his dick down before laying on his back.

You continued, starting with his pecs, his moans and groans continued as you pressed, grazed and lathered his torso. His moans had you biting your lip taking literally everything for you not to go further with him. As your right slid down to his abs, you noticed something, the towel covering his hip to high thigh level, something was poking out. You bit your lip again. You let your left hand continue your movements as your right hand lifted the edge of the towel up. You craned your head a bit down, to look under the towel.

It was hard and big.

You glanced at Paul, his face contorted in pleasure. An idea hit you, one you liked the sound of. I mean he’s so caught up in pleasure it wouldn’t hurt to go a little beyond with him and you only live once. You thought. You carefully lifted the towel off, licked your lips and craned your head down before putting his cock in your mouth.

Paul eyes shot open as the most pleasurable sensation exploded through his body. He let out a mixture of a moan and gasp. His eyes focused to what was happening to see the most sexiest thing in his life. You, his imprint bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul let his head fall back with a breathy “fuck.” You then held on to Paul’s thighs and began taking in more of his cock before taking it entirely as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” Paul yelled out, his hands gripped the edge of the massage bed as his teeth clamped his lips. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, looking at Paul, whilst stroking his fuckstick.

“Damn, you really seem to have a lot of tension in your body Paul. Mind if I continue?” You asked seductively. Paul opened his eyes to make eye contact with you. “N-no, please fu-fuckin continue.” You laughed noticing the pleasure had Paul trembling. “Hmmmm.” You put his cock in your mouth again getting back to the original pace. Paul hissed as he craned his head forward to look at you more clearly. You mouth was magical Paul hadn’t felt anything like it. Paul placed right hand at the back of your head.

A devious grin appeared on Paul’s face, before his hand forced you down his cock. You let out a surprised hum before gagging, Paul’s eyes rolling at the pleasure. Paul chuckled slightly as he continued to force your mouth down with his hand. You then stilled where only his tip was in your mouth. You indicated to Paul with a hum. Paul grinned again as he grabbed your head with both hands and started thrusting his hips relentlessly. “Ohohhoo fuck!” Paul exclaimed.

You again let Paul’s cock out with a pop. But before you could continue, Paul’s hand pulled your head towards his, putting his lips on yours. Your tongues entangled around each other, as Paul tugged at your shirt, you then took it off. Paul took about two seconds to admire your torso, his teeth bit his lip eagerly. You connected your lips with Paul, a moan coming from the the both of you.

Your tongues danced and entangled around each other. Paul had never done this before with a guy but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t give a fuck. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth as Paul let out a chuckle. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear. Paul’s hand slid up and down your shaft as you groaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Paul took this as a chance to bite down on your neck as you gasped. He then sucked at your skin making you moan loudly, Paul then lathered his tongue over your hickey.

Paul then grabbed your hips and spinned you around quickly and spread your ass open revealing your aching hole. Paul slithered his tongue in as you let out a gasp at the feeling of something warm enter through your entrance. Paul continued, ravishingly manoeuvring his tongue in you, tasting so fucking good and your moans only encouraged Paul. Paul then suddenly had an idea, an idea he always wanted to try. Gripping your hips, Paul placed your thighs on his right shoulder. You were upside down, Paul’s cock touching your cheek, and you took it into your mouth. Paul then carefully placed your left leg on his other shoulder and began again at your entrance

You felt Paul’s hot tongue dancing in and out of your entrance you bit your lip. Before your putting your head down to start sucking again. Paul would help every time you needed to lift your head up. You popped his cock out of your mouth. “Are we going to take this to the next step Mr. Lahote?” Paul snapped out of his pleasure responding with a maniacal grin. “Fuck yeah.” Paul set you down on the massage table once again. You looked back at Paul, smirking and wiggling your ass. What came next was what you wanted and what Paul was craving, Paul’s hand came down and smacked your ass. The pain becoming euphoria as you moaned out. Paul chuckled before repeating the motion, groping and rubbing your ass after each smack. After a while Paul placed both hands on each ass cheek and leaned in, and spread your ass open. Paul saved the image of your hole. Oh it’s practically begging for me. Paul thought.

Paul then gripped his cock, stroking it a little whilst gazing at the sight of your desperate hole. He then lightly slapped your hole with his cock and began grinding against, causing a needy whine from you and Paul chuckling at your reaction. “Ready?” Paul questions in a teasing tone. You cocked your head to the door of the massage room. “I was the moment you walked through that door.” Paul grinned, gripped his fuckstick, and entered you. The moment Paul’s tip entered, the nerve system in your body and Paul’s exploded with pleasure which only increased as you took more inches of Paul’s cock . “Fuck.” Paul cursed out, whilst you were moaning. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as each inch of Paul’s cock slid into you slowly.

You turned your head back to make eye contact with Paul, a playful mischievous glint in your eyes that made Paul gulp. “I want it harder.” You then slammed your body back, filling your hole with the rest of Paul’s fuckstick, Paul gasped and gripped your hips. “…And faster.” You smirked. Paul growled, smacked your ass again, and began thrusting into you at a accelerated pace. Your whole body, mind, and might as well fucking soul, was filled you with pleasure your mind going completely blank. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as Paul’s cock re-welcomed itself into your hole again and again.

Like you, Paul was lost in pleasure. Each slam and thrust brought pleasure through his nerves and passion to his veins. The imprint bond felt like it amplified everything. Paul’s hips literally couldn’t stop, even if he wanted it to, and why would he? Your moans only furthered him into a frenzy. Paul’s left hand held your hip tightly whilst his other hand, snaked to your neck. You then felt Paul’s fingers curl around your neck, before his hand grasped your throat and tilted your head upwards. You let out moans of ecstasy at the action. Paul then tilted your head back towards him a little and leaned forward and found his lips on yours, tongues dancing in the dirty kiss.

Paul then forcefully pulled himself out of you, you whined almost begging him to put it back in. He then flipped you over and slammed back his fuckstick into you in the span of 3 seconds. You gasped as Paul’s lip’s connected with yours again, his tongue slithering with yours. Paul’s hands then firmly gripped your waist as you felt your back no longer touching the massage bed. Paul then lifted you up and slammed your hips on to his cock.

His cock hit it. That special spot.

You gasped loud, sounding surprised. Paul’s face turned wicked as his smirk became dangerous. He then continued slamming your hips down on his cock, it hitting your prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Your moans were muffled by his lips on yours again before he started to kiss the side of your jaw down to your neck. He licked the side of your neck before biting down and sucking on it. Your senses fucking exploded your moans so rapid that it felt like you had no room to breathe. You wanted to catch your breath but you were being selfish, you didn’t want to stop this pleasure not even for a instant.

After Paul gave you again a hickey, multiple one’s actually, that he was proud of, he laid you down again on the massage bed. Paul then pushed your legs forward basically folding you in half, and making his cock go deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled at the sensation and you started to feel something in your lower stomach. You bit your lip and looked Paul straight in the eyes, challenge being prominent in your eyes. Paul’s raised his eyebrows. “Is that all you’ve got, Paul?” You challenged. It took a second for him to respond but he replied with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Oh no, people always say, save the best for last.” Paul replied. Paul then began slamming his cock again faster and deeper thanks to your position. Soon Paul feel that familiar feeling in his pelvis.

Paul gripped your legs and leaned forward to connect your lips again. His ,fucking, pace increased as he growled against your neck. Paul was fighting with his wolf for control the sensations were getting too much and just right at the same time. Your moans turned to keens getting louder and louder, the pleasure reaching a spike, then another spike, pleasure reaching beyond you and Paul have ever felt. The imprint bond was sure to blame for this as Paul lost control of his hips, slamming his cock into you at a unbelievable speed. Paul snarled, the pleasure escalating far greater than he expected. It’s as if your pleasure became one, reaching pleasure and passion never felt before. You locked eyes with Paul, lust and passion in both your eyes, till the pleasure reached its peak… and soared to the heavens, as you both cum.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“SHIT!”

“PAUL!”

“Y/N FUCK!”

The orgasm felt like it was the best thing in your life that you were alive to only feel this. Heavy pants followed after the release between you and Paul. He then pulled his cock out of your filled whole, his cum spilling out immediately, he grinned at that. Paul then leaned over towards you and licked your mess off your chest, savouring the taste of you. Paul then connected your lips in a lazy kiss, before gazing at you thoughtfully. You closed your eyes in the post bliss. You made eye contact with Paul. “Well that was… amazing.” “Tell me about it.” Paul chuckled out. “Well I hope as your masseur I got those tense muscles sorted out?” You asked. “You did more than I could ask for… thanks.”

You sat up and glanced at the clock in the room. “You’ve still got thirty minutes of your session left is-WOAH!” You were interrupted as Paul pulled you by the waste and inserted his tongue inside your mouth. “Good I’m not done with you yet.” Paul let out a wicked smirk.

…

“How was your session Paul?” Emily asked placing muffins on the table. Paul thought back to what happened earlier that day grinned. “Pretty good.” Paul stated. Jared raised a eyebrow at him. “It seemed more than ‘pretty good’.” “Yeah, you didn’t even come to the pack house with a pissed off expression, which is the usual.” Said Embry taking a bite out of Emily’s cooking, Paul playfully pushed Embry and chuckled which almost surprised the entire pack. “The truth is, my masseur.” Paul took out a piece of paper, your number written in black ink on it. “… is my imprint.”

…

“Woah, you okay there Y/N? You look a little worn out and you look like you can’t even walk properly.” Lisa the massage parlour receptionist asked you with concern written over her face. “I’m fine Lisa.” You said chuckling. “Just had a special customer.” You looked down at the paper you were holding with hopeful expression as you read Paul’s number for the eighth time already.

…

You were organising the massage towels after another successful massage. You quickly had to get these things organised as your next session would start at any moment now. Just as you finished with the towels, knocks were heard by the door as someone opened it. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out your named. You smiled making eye contact with the man who fucked your brains a week ago. “Paul… same procedure as last time?” You said whilst taking off your shirt. Paul closed the door behind him and chuckled. “Of course.”

[chriscullenimagines]

Bella’s Day

I lay in a clearing of the forest that surrounds my home in Forks, Washington. A streak of sunlight shone through the clouds, It felt euphoric as it warmed my skin, making light dance off of it and into the trees nearby.

It's been about 70 years since I became a Vampire. Since I had joined my immortal family in their life style. Charlie's gone of course, I still think about him most days though, I wish he were still here. As Renesmeé grew and matured, the love her and Jacob had for each other blossomed and they were soon married. Keeping track of time has become difficult, we no longer feel the need to go to school or go out in public to socialize, I think a contributing factor is that there is somewhat of little supernatural community between the wolves and vampires in this territory.

Renesmeé lives in Jacobs old house on the reservation which he inherited when billy passed and they spruced it up with Cullen money. So the Cullen vampires were allowed to come and go as we pleased.

Even though it's been so long, and I've seen so much in my immortal life already, I sometimes still see it as so strange and wonderful that this was my life. That I would get the most dazzling man on earth, and that I would get to spend forever with him and our daughter.

It's a beautiful spring day today, the clouds are thinning to show a ring of blue just over the mountains, where the sun currently was. Roses were in the breeze, how beautiful life is, when you aren't too busy rushing to live it. We haven't heard from the Volturi or Aro himself since our last encounter. Alice has been watching him to be safe and saw that he is beginning to make more children like Renesmeé to expueriment with.

Although we are glad to have the Volturi out of our hair, we wonder what this will mean for the future of our world. A new race of half vampire, half human vampires that can easily integrate into normal society. Edward worries that we could become exposed through this, and something needs to be done. He often muses the idea of gathering all the vampires and standing against them again, but scraps the idea when he considers the losses our side would take.

As my day of glistening in the sun began to fade, I knew it was time to head back.

I wandered through the forest at a leisurely pace, holding my shoes so that I could feel the earth beneath my feet. Just as the sun passed the mountains, I’m reaching the Cullen home, with its entirely glass back wall illuminateing the garden and trees nearby. I can see my family through out the house. My strikingly handsome husband sensed me outside and looks over with his befuddling half smile, beckoning me to join him.

This Life is Good. This Life is Beautiful. This life is Forever.

-Christopher Cullen

[chriscullenimagines]

Chris and Emmett Cullen as Wiccan and Hulkling