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[eccentricallygothic]

Apology Boy

Description: Paul finally apologizes for the scar(s) he gave you when he saw you for the first time. 

Pairing: Paul Lahote | Human mate!You.

Warning(s): Paul's anger, possible past angst, fluff, Paul is a crazed mess for you, size kink (duh), imprinting/mates, abo!verse but you're human, possessiveness, fingering, cunnilingus (worship), breeding kink, licking, biting, smut with plot because oh God I can never stop myself, teasing, pet names, unprotected p-in-v, overstimulation, manhandling, light dom!Paul because I am still me. MDNI.

Type: Request, for the sweet @wishyouloveme, here.

MASTERLIST

Just like any other day.

. . .

It hit Paul like a freight train and caused sweat to form in ice cold drops on his otherwise warm skin. He had just returned from patrol with Embry and was spread over Emily's dining table whilst stuffing his face with the food she had cooked for them. Everything was fine and dandy. It was a pleasant day and the weather was nice and cool. Soon, he would be done with his daily obligations and then he would go home.

But then Sam came up behind Emily who was standing next to her mate's seat at the head of the table, one hand on the frame and other on her hip as she listened to Seth drone on and on about something that Paul's voice refused to register due to what unfolded next.

The pack leader's strong arms snaked around the waist of his delicate lover as he nuzzled his nose into her hair until the tip had found its way past the dark strands and against her tender cheek until it was caressing and tracing the scars he had left on her. 

All blood drained from Paul's skin and something in his head clicked. His surroundings faded to a dim buzz and the next few moments went by in a blur. 

And then he was standing in front of home.

“Paul!” You yelp in surprise at the sight of your nude lover. He usually dresses himself at Sam's house after patrols before coming home to you. 

Since you are human and your initial experience with the pack had both been overwhelming -thanks to your lover imprinting on you the first chance he was given- and traumatizing -as said lover who was much worse at controlling his primal urges back then had lost control at the sight of you because he was so overcome with raw, foreign emotion he did not know how to process-, you prefer to keep by yourself near the outskirts of the community in a house that Paul had moved in with you upon your request. 

The pack life is simply too loud and… public for you; a city girl used to her secluded places and treasured privacy.

You notice that Paul is panting -which is very unlike him due to his superhuman strength- and a redness outlines his eyes when his huge form approaches yours. “Are you— Paul!” You gasp and nearly flinch from both the shock and impulse when he lets his heavy body collapse on its knees in front of you. “What the hell happen—” you never know with your hyper emotional mate.

His long fingers push your sweater up and out of his way so he can stroke the soft skin of your stomach with the tip of his nose, his head nuzzling into your chest as his dark eyes flutter close and he inhales a deep whiff of your scent. It is the only thing that never fails to calm your hot blooded lover down. 

“What's wrong?” Your voice lowers to a concerned mumble as you peer down at him, your fingers cradle the dusky skin of his handsome face -as much of it as you can reach- and your nails rake through the male's jet black mass of short hair. “Honey?” He only behaves like this if something went wrong or when he is in need of comfort, which are both rare occurrences as he is the usual caretaker in your relationship. But you aren't a complete stranger to him acting like this. 

Ever the uncommunicative one, the male only sighs— no, whimpers against your skin as if he's wounded and softly feels your skin with gentle caresses of his fingers. Words require thought, patience and wisdom. Unfortunately, Paul's instinctual mind runs too fast for those things to catch up with it in time and rash actions get carried out before better sense can supply him from its store.

“Paul…” A shiver runs down your spine when his lips that had begun to softly peck your navel find their way up your stomach before they halt to ghost over the healed, plum coloured lesions that stretch across your tender skin in menacing shapes akin to claw marks. “What are you doing?” Though he never mentions or discusses it verbally due to the guilt he feels, sometimes Paul becomes hyper aware of the scars of his unmediated passion that mar your skin and tries to make up for them in his own wordless ways.

Except, this only ever happens when you're underdressed or the two of you are indulging in activities typical to couples and the sight of them reminds him of their cause. He has never stormed into the house stark naked and marched up to you like an unreadable oversized pup on the brink of tears like this. 

“I am sorry.” You nearly jump due to how unexpected the sound of his words are. Usually he just sulks in silence. “Baby, I am so sorry” Paul never speaks when he is in one of these moods. Especially when he is experiencing bouts of guilt for his actions during his first encounter with you. “Oh, God” his body grows heavy against yours as he practically pushes his face into the crevices like he wants to become one with them and fill them back up to their original state with parts of himself. 

“Paul— oof!” Your smaller body yields to his weight and the ground slips from underneath your feet. “D- Did the guys say something?” You fear the worst as Paul's protective hands catch you before your back can hit the wooden ground and you cannot help but whimper from how his lips lock with the scars in thick, desperate and hurried apologetic kisses. 

Paul and his pack mates play rough and sometimes they go too far with the teasing. So though he clings to the tough guy act in front of them, he dismantles into you once he is home if their words ever get too far. Yes, the tussling and fighting is not enough if it's serious. And just sometimes, when it gets too much for him to bottle it up, he shares some of it with you. But most often not, since he knows how you feel about the pack and he does not like to worry you.

“I am sorry it has taken me this long to say it out loud, baby… but I am so sorr—”

“Paul, hey, look at me” but he refuses to detach himself from your skin in his shame, his big hands safely holding your whole body up against his. “You don't have to—” you cannot help it, you hate to see him like this when you know how badly he regrets it. You hate for him to hurt.

“But I do” he nearly growls against your skin, his fingers tightening on your hips to brace himself against the war in his head. “There’s not a day that goes by where I don't regret it.”

“But you didn't do it on purpose, baby” you sigh when he refuses to let you see him. Your fingers try to pry his stubborn face upwards. “And you worked and improved for us, didn't you, hm?” Your eyes earnestly search for his. “Don't sell yourself so short.” One of your hands rubs his tense shoulders to try and ease their guilt-stricken stiffness. 

“All the same” ever the stubborn knucklehead. “I should have done this a long time ago. But I was selfish and I was afraid that if I verbally mentioned it…” He hesitates and the love you behold for him renders you helpless against a burning urge to reassure him. 

“My love—”

“I was scared you'd get reminded of it and…” He takes a deep breath and then gulps down the bile in his throat, blinking back tears. “L- Leave me…” Paul's voice is barely a whisper and your heart breaks at how vulnerable he sounds. “And I am such an asshole for it because it had more to do with my fear of you leaving me than you reliving your trauma…” 

“Paul…” You blink and try to focus, but his warm gropes and caresses falter your steam of thought. 

“I love you, I really do, so much” he peeks up at you just a little, dark eyes frightened for the first time since the day he scarred you. “Please forgive me. I don't ever want to lose you. I know what I did was irreversible but I swear I'll spend the rest of my life fixing it… if you'll let me.” You shake your head. 

Does he really think there's an off chance that you will leave? 

“Paul” when you cup the side of his face, he hides into your stomach again. “Hey,” you try to duck your face closer to his. make him look at you. “Look at me” your intended request comes out an order due to all the emotions you feel. “I forgave you a long time ago. That's the reason why I am still here” you finally manage to place your forehead against his, making your breaths mingle with his. “I love you more, so much more.” He opens his mouth to drone so you beat him to it. 

“Now shut up and kiss me.”

Paul is taken aback at your demand, his widening eyes prove it. But as surprising as it may be for him, this isn't something that was unresolved for you until today -unlike him- so you aren't as overwhelmed with angst. Because your mate has proven his love, devotion and worthiness of you through his actions over the course of your relationship. He has shown you that he loves you and that he is sorry for what he did. 

If anything, his innocently intimate and lovestruck worship of your body has fired it up instead of making it sentimental. 

And so you want him. 

Bad.

“But—”

“No buts. Kiss me.” You are breathless as you urge him to do so, your hands try to pull his face closer into yours although in vain because his bigger and stronger form remains unbudging. 

Paul's eyes search yours for assurance. “... Yes, ma'am” he whispers once finds it and the next thing you know, you're being pounced down onto the floor with his arms cased around you to protect you from the impact. 

And though you always feared that him getting physical in this manner would trigger you, you giggle against his mouth that he drags across your chest and up your throat to clamp onto yours. Your arms circle around his broad shoulders and instead of trying to repel him -like you suspected you would despite having grown to trust him now- you pull him closer as you whimper into the tender yet hungry kiss, feeling your legs climb the lower half of his body instinctively.

“Paul~” you needily blabber against his tongue that he uses to enjoy the sweetness of your mouth, his balmy lips enveloping everything your mouth has to offer in tight, big kisses. “Mm~” your chest aches from the strain the lack of oxygen puts on your lungs but your sparking nether regions only scoot closer to his that you feel riling up against yours, your hips grinding against his and limbs tightening around his rock hard body.

“Mine” he growls against your mouth when he has no choice but to pull apart at last, his coarse fingers groping you in greedy handfuls while peeling away any fabric that hurdles their path to your skin. “All mine” you moan at the feeling of his teeth grazing against the tender skin of your boobs that he sprays with kisses and licks. “God, mouse, I love you so much” the strength he puts into pushing everything you wear on your upper body away from it leaves you breathless. You love the thrill you feel when his touch feels like he is on the horizons of the dangers he is capable of. When he is so worked up and desperate that he cannot help but get rough because your sweet sweat and arousing body heat fires him up the way it does. You are addicted to the sight of him not giving in to his beastly impulses despite all that because he loves you so much. It is scary, yes. But it turns you on too.

“I love you too, Paul” though he likes to act cocky and all-knowing most of the time, you know he needs to hear it too. Underneath all that knucklehead play fighting and manhandling of his, he needs reassurance just as much as the next person and though he tries not to burden you as his different lifestyle is hard enough for you as it is, you don't have to be part wolf to feel him and hear his heart. 

“You're so perfect…” The way he peppers wet kisses along your cheekbone whilst relieving you of the rest of your clothing causes for your eyes to flutter close to cherish the tingling feeling that sparks your body alight. “Just—” when you try to reach for him to also make it enjoyable for him, he plants your hands above your head and softens your confused pout with a kiss. “Just let me take care of you today, yeah? Don't worry about anything.” 

“But— oh!” He reaches for the mating mark that sits on the right side junction of your neck where a she-wolf's mating glad would be. And though you lack the physical features to feel him through it, the meaning that it holds for Paul serves as a bridge for the biological gap. “Oh…” You turn your head sideways to rub your cheek against his shaved one, your hips roll into his hand that dips between your legs and you shudder against Paul's hot tongue that drags across the impressions of his teeth that crevice your skin. 

“Taste so fuckin' sweet, baby” there is a strain in Paul's voice because of how much strength it is taking him to hold himself back from impaling you full of his cock right there. “So perfect” the lower half of his body leaps down so he can rub his bare erection against the softness of your leg. 

You moan at the feeling. “Paul,” you whisper into his hair, the feeling of his sharp teeth causing for slick to sizzle up to your entrance from the inside. He growls out a quiet yes, baby against the mark, one hand constantly caressing the dents running along the width of your stomach. “Don't hold back” you go to touch his rock hard cock and he grunts in denial, seizing your wrist in his fingers faster than you can blink. 

His face comes up to dominate your vision. “No, mouse, tonight is all about you” another kiss squishes out any protest you can form and when his invasive tongue has your nostrils flared from the breathlessness, Paul drags it down your writhing body in the company of heavy pecks until his mouth is between your thighs and he is propping one up with a broad shoulder and the other with his hand that isn't occupied with caressing the evidence of his temper. 

“Paul—!” He knows how shy you get when he is between your legs like this. 

But it's not his fault you taste so fulfilling. 

“Sh, little mouse, you're perfect” he kisses any and all insecurities away with gentle kisses, the hand that cases one of your thighs stroking the tender inside with its thumb. “And you taste so good too” he takes his time worshiping your pelvis, deliberately leaving out your pussy to save the best for last. And though you pretend to disapprove and whine for him to come back up and just fuck you instead, his soft kisses that vibrate into your skin every time he moans at the feeling of your nether skin touching his slightly chapped lips, you find yourself helplessly crying out for more at the end. 

“Paul, please!” You feel his mouth twist into a smirk and your hands dart to finger his thick hair to withstand the sensation of his mouth hovering over your petals. 

“Please what, mouse?” You roll your eyes at the taunt in his voice. 

“Please touch me!” Your fingers impatiently tug at his short strands and he grins.

“Oh, mouse, but I am touching you” you whine and his shoulders vibrate under your knees from his devilish mirth. 

“Y- You know what I mean!” Though your cheeks are already aflush, you feel new heat seep underneath the layers of the reddened skin. 

“Mmm, but I thought you wanted me to—”

“Paul!” You desperately whine and he lets out a deep cackle.

“Fine, geez” he is so mean when he gets smug. You go to scowl down at him but he takes the mound between your legs in a deep handful and feels the slit between your petals in a vertical caress of his thumb before you do and you end up letting out a loud moan instead. “Needy much?” You bite your lip and wantonly roll your hips closer to his mouth. “Tsk, tsk. Impatient little mouse…” The tip of his digit presses between your nether lips that are dusted with pearly discharges of your arousal and a cherry red flush and your hips buck in anticipation. “You're lucky that you're so pretty and I like you so much…” Your spine trembles in your skin when you feel the coarse skin of his thumb against your ultrasensitive folds. “Because I typically don't appreciate things so small ordering me around…” Your back arches when he finally sticks the hot tip of his tongue between your nether lips.

“Oh…” You feel your toes curl. “More, please, Paul, more.”

He is so enchanted by your sweet scent and addictive taste that he is ignorant to anything that isn't your body. “But you, my dear mouse, you're something else…” His strong hands take your ass in them and he firmly kneads the plump skin, talking pretty much over you with a lust-drunken madness. You mewl out a moan at the feeling and Paul growls at the sound you make, pulling you closer to his mouth as he presses an open kiss to your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans and licks his lips that glisten from your slick, his own tip leaking at the taste of you. “I've never tasted anything like you before and I sure as hell am never gonna get tired of it.” 

“Paul!” you cry out when his tongue twirls against your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit to caress it with the tip as he begins to eat you out.

His growl that vibrates your soaked folds to a buzzing life causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “Paul” you moan breathlessly, his name turning to a prayer as you tremble on the verge of releasing more slick.

“Gimme that sweet cum, baby, let me taste it” your lips part and you can't help but arch into his mouth with need. His hands are merciless, the one on your ass kneads it with rough gropes as the other massages the underside of your thighs in broad, determined strokes. You moan and writhe against him, your vision blurring at the hot waves that take over your body.

“I am gonna— oh, Paul!” He moans against you as you tremble and then release more even slick into his mouth. His tongue is in heaven as he greedily licks up all he can get. 

“Fucking hell, baby” the grainy tip of his tongue pokes and prods at your entrance, working the little hole open. “I can't wait to stuff this pretty little pussy full of my pups.” 

“Mmm, oh fuck, Paul, oh fuuuck” when he finally penetrates the tight barrier and his hot tongue invades your sensitive cavern, the burning knot between your hips gets tighter. Paul moans at the feeling of your delicate walls and though the vibrations of his doing so shakes you to your core, you cannot help but greedily wrap your legs around his head to both stay in place and withstand the pleasure.

“Oh, God, Paul, ’m so close!” Your voice is a breathless mewl and he growls at the vulnerable sound, his cock hurting from need. “Oh, fuck” you tremble so badly that you'd collapse into the ground if your knees weren't propped up by your mate's shoulders. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” Paul’s jaw flexes against your thighs when he begins to fuck you with his tongue, one hand fumbling for your cunt before he tickles the hood with his thumb. Your back arches and you clench your eyes shut, your chest heaving as you gasp out his name.

“Tsk, tsk, mouse” his hot breath fans your sensitive folds and you can't help but whimper at the feeling of his middle finger replacing his tongue. “You need to relax.” His hand that holds your ass pats your cheek in an endearing yet condescending way and your whole body tenses up at the touch even more. “I'm gonna take care of you, baby” you cannot help but rock your hips to his finger stretching your insides out against it. “You're mine and I'll never let you get hurt again, I promise” he croons before pressing a tender kiss to your clitorial nub. “You know that, right?” He kisses the slick covered inside of your thigh next to soothe your shaking body. “Tell me you know you're mine” his possessive words make the heat between your legs to go haywire.

“I am yours, Paul” you breathlessly promise him before letting out a moan when he tickles your folds with his tongue in a praising manner, satisfaction breaking out on his handsome face at your obedience.

“Good mouse” he begins to lap at your nub and your walls tense around his finger as a result, causing for your slick to slosh from the opening and down Paul's hand. “Shh, mouse, easy now” he cooes to get you to relax because of how tightly you are clenching yourself and it only gets worse when he adds a second finger. Your hips are so tight. You are on the edge. “You're gonna let me take care of this cute little pussy, aren't you?” You whimper at the feeling of being stuffed full and being licked at the same time.

“Y- Yes, Paul!” The air is heavy with the smell of slick and the sound of him slurping your juices up.

He adds a third finger and you nearly burst into tears from the pleasure. “Oh God, Paul, I am gonna cum!” Your entrance burns from the stretch and you moan from the bittersweet discomfort. “Please, lemme cum! Wanna cum so bad! Please, please!” Your submissive side comes out because of how overwhelmed you are and Paul can cum from the fragility of your voice right here.

“Hold it for me, mouse, good girl, c'mon” you sob at his cruel denial and he closes his lips around a mouthful of your folds, soundfully sucking at the clammy skin as he speeds his hand up to practically hammer your trembling pussy into an orgasm. Your toes curl and you throw your head back, fingers tugging at his hair as you tremble violently against him. Your back arches from how his free hand pinches and twists your nipples, softly landing occasional smacks to your boobs. “Good girl. I know you can take it” his hand then comes down to massage your ass cheek to make for a better stretch. “Relax, baby” you sob out his name and he smiles against your quivering core, his cheek gently caressing the inside of your thigh to get you to loosen up a little because you are clenching so hard.

“You're doing good, mouse. So good” his lips buzz against your clit. “Take it, baby, take it” your walls twitch against his coarse digits. “That's a good girl” he praises you while continuing to stuff your pussy with his fingers, the feeling of being filled up to the brim causing for you to shake and tremble violently. “That's my good girl” his tongue licks your clit as his fingers curve inside of you to search for your sensitive bundle of nerves that always makes you let out the sweetest of melodies.

“I'm gonna— I can't anymore, Paul!” Neon shapes cloud your vision when his fingers graze your sensitive spot and he growls at the feeling of your walls convulsing around his fingers.

“Yeah, baby. You can cum now” he finally relents and you cry out from the joy. “My little mouse, give me that sweet cum” his mouth never stops moving against you and you are so overcome with emotion that you are not sure if the tears that are streaming down your cheeks are due to pleasure or pain. “Gimme it, mouse. Gimme it” his tongue is like a beast that eats you up to satiate its starvation. You cry out his name from the pleasure.

“Paul! Paul, Paul— oh god!” The tongue is too much, though it gives you everything you could ask for at the moment, you need to escape. But when you try to pull away Paul catches your hips and holds you in place. 

“Now, where do you think you're going, little mouse?” There is a beastliness to his voice.

“N- No, Paul! No more—” you don't get to finish your plea because his mouth clamps down on your sensitive flesh to suckle on it in big, eager kisses again and your heart threatens to burst through your chest.

“Oh fuck” the knot between your legs tightens so hard you cannot maintain it anymore. Vertigo breaks through your hearing. “Oh— Paul!” The orgasm takes over your whole body, your mind blurs from the burst of sensation that courses through your blood and everything turns into a euphoric mess. “O- Oh God…” You tremble from the aftershock and Paul groans when he feels you squirt. He releases your hips and you fall back onto the floor, your body too weak to withstand its own weight. “O- Oh fuck…” You're breathless and your body feels like jelly. “Paul, oh Paul…” Your fingers desperately try to reach for him like you're no older than a baby and you notice that he is stroking his hurting cock because of the need to bury his knot in you, a pained expression etched across his face. “P- Paul, I am ready” though you can barely speak, your body shakes from the need to be filled up by him.

“Mouse… are you sure?” Though his voice strains from the painful need, he prioritizes your comfort over his and your heart wells up.

“Y- Yes” you try to sit up. “Fill me up, please” he needs no more encouragement after that. With a low growl, he jumps onto you and you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance in a heated caress that makes you whine, your body even forgetting to yelp from how he pounces on you. 

“I'll never hurt you again, mouse” he whispers into your ear as he buries his nose into your hair, cock throbbing between your legs. You gasp when he enters you in a quick thrust that makes for all the air to bolt out of your lungs. “I promise.” You tremble in his hold and Paul groans at the feeling.

“I know” his mouth clamps down on the mating mark upon hearing your whisper and he slowly stretches your pussy to fit around his erection that even after all that fingering is still too big for your tiny cunt. The overstimulation causes for stars to form in your vision. His cock twitches inside you and he growls, the tip of his tongue tickling your nape in need.

“That's a good girl, baby” the hand that cups the side of your face tenderly strokes your cheek. “Relax for me” when your walls finally adjust to his log-like girth, Paul grins against the mating mark. “You're doing so good for me” the thrust of his hips causes for his cock to rub against your sensitive spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head with the feeling. “There's my good girl. You take my cock so well.” He releases his bite, hips pistoning up and down between your legs as he baby talks to you and strokes your hair to comfort you against the overstimulation that makes you whine.

“Paul!” You tremble as he fucks you in slow, long strokes and you cannot help but cry out his name in need.

“I'm here, baby. I got you” he murmurs into your hair and you moan at the baritone of his voice. “Take this cock, baby, you got it” he pants as his fat cock slides in and out of you. Then he suddenly grunts and readjusts you in his hold because the position is not comfortable enough for you and he can feel it. “God, you're so perfect.”

“I love you, Paul” you murmur into his ear, your hips lazily rolling against his as you hold him tight. 

“I love you more” the latter part of his sentence turns into a growl due to his struggle with the positioning and he collects your limp form in his. “And I can do this better” though he roughly pushes your bodies off the floor to head for the bedroom, his fingers subconsciously caress your back in gentle strokes to make up for how your bare skin rubbed into the floor during the ordeal. You whine from how his heavy sack puts a strain on your entrance where your bodies connect as he does so. He cooes praise and reassurance in your ear as comfort, peppering your mouth with gentle kisses.

.

The next morning when he leaves for patrol in a black tank top and some shorts, there is a shy grin on his face as he looks back at the door one last time to wave you goodbye. You blush and return the gesture, biting your lip like it's the morning after your first time with each other. 

“Geez, man, not the dreamy eyes!” A groan sounds from somewhere in the woods and you gasp before ducking behind the door. Chuckles and howls follow. 

The jerk brigade has arrived.

“Someone get these two a room!” You recognize Jake's voice and shake your head as you peek outside from behind your shield. “Oh, wait, they did that already!” You cannot help but snort when you see that Paul has begun to jog in the direction of the voices. “In light of how the whole town learnt all the ways in which Paul's name can be moaned last night” uh, oh. That's not going to be good. Your lover is very private and sensitive about you as it is and when someone tries to pry or joke about matters of this sort he does not appreciate it. Especially if it's his hormonal friends that he knows too well. “Paul, Paul, oh, Paul!” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment and Paul snarls before he flings his shirt off and jumps into the air, transforming into his beastly form midway and disappearing into the woods to attack the offendor.

You see the great trees shake from the tussle that you can practically visualize behind them and the encouraging howls of Paul's pack mates further confirms it. They love to get a rise out of your easily excitable boyfriend and he loves to put them in their place, being the strongest after Sam. Their crossing of each other's boundaries for the sake of fun used to concern you in the beginning but Paul himself assured you that that was just how they played and it was not coming from a bad place. 

So you wait for the ferocious crowd to move further away into the jungle that surrounds your house before you walk down to the dirt road to collect his clothing with a lighthearted shake of your head. A smile graces your lips as you do so and you cannot help but graze the now covered scars that your superhuman lover gave all his love to last night.  

Though it will be a while before he does, you cannot wait for him to come back home to you.

. . .

I am sorry if it sucks omg I really hope you like it <3

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: paul and reader are in a long-term relationship following him imprinting on reader. paul discovers embry has been fantasizing about reader, reader has a little crush on him too, and paul has a kink for watching. definitely could be the beginning of the infamous poly!paulxreaderxembry relationship but there’s no mention of embry imprinting on reader

warnings: smut, dom!paul, dom!embry, sub!reader, pre-established boundaries/consent

word count: 5.22k

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shortly after paul had phased while embry was in the middle of fantasizing about you on patrol, an idea popped into his head. although he was most definitely beyond pissed at first to find out embry had been harboring some ridiculously lewd thoughts about you in his head for months now, he couldn’t help the part of his brain that was working overtime to convince him how hot it would be to watch the two of you go at it just once.

so, despite the fact that he’d quite literally just witnessed embry’s fantasy of your pretty little legs wrapped around his shoulders while he pounded into you, he decided it could be quite an interesting scene to watch.

in his mind, it worked out perfectly. he knew embry needed to blow off some steam and you seemed to be the perfect person for him to take it out on, he also knew you were a little more than interested in embry (though it took him pushing you pretty deep into the subspace for you to finally admit it), and he knew himself well enough to know just how ridiculously hot he’d find it to watch you two go at it knowing the only reason you two could was because he gave you permission to do it. 

was he a bit of a control freak? absolutely. was he confident you’d drop your obsession with embry once you finally could have him once? not entirely - but he wasn’t particularly concerned with that seeing as you were beyond attached to paul and he wasn’t really concerned with you leaving him for embry anytime soon thanks to the imprint bond. 

although he once loathed the thought of the imprint bond, after realizing how it affected you nearly as much as it did him, he was starting to thank his lucky stars you two were bound together by some impenetrable supernatural force.

so, after mulling it over in his head for a few days, he approached embry about the idea. embry nearly choked on the muffin he was currently snacking on at paul’s proposition - fully convinced paul was just fucking with him and was definitely about to beat his ass if he even so much as thought about agreeing. 

fortunately for embry, paul didn’t seem too interested in drawing out embry’s suffering, quickly offering an explanation for what he expected from embry and what his rules were for fucking you for the night. (to embry’s surprise, there weren’t nearly as many as he’d expected. from what he understood, paul mainly just explained to him how you needed someone to guide you through everything and what would happen if/when he managed to push you into the subspace and how he should be handling you.

so, with a hesitant agreement thanks to embry’s suspicions about paul’s motives for the whole thing, paul was heading back to your shared house to get you ready for embry’s arrival. 

“princess,” paul called softly as he stepped into your apartment, closing the door behind him as he kicked his shoes off and set his keys and wallet on the console. 

“‘m in the bathroom!” you called back, wrapping a towel around your freshly showered figure so you could step into the hallway and look for your imprinter. it only took him a moment to step into the hallway, smiling when he saw you, “jus’ gotta brush my hair and then i’ll come out,” you reassured, smiling as he stepped even closer to you, his gaze softening as he took you in.

you stepped back into the door, giggling when he slid his hands over your towel-covered hips as he pressed himself against you. he closed his eyes as he sucked in a breath and you weren’t entirely sure if he was smelling you or just taking a moment. you didn’t have much time to figure it out because he opened his eyes a second later, “let me do it, yea?” he suggested, giving your hips a gentle squeeze which had you giggling and nodding, happy to have him brush your hair for you.

“go lay down on the bed and i’ll be there in a minute,” his voice lowered at the order and his lips just barely brushed against your ear, “and take the towel off, yea? wanna see you.” the dominance in his voice immediately sent your hormones in about 50 different directions as your brain short-circuited for a moment. 

despite your brain freeze, you were quick to nod, pupils dilating as you looked up at paul who just let out a breathy laugh before he was spinning you around and teasingly smacking your ass to send you on your way to the bedroom. 

you weren’t entirely sure how you managed to walk to the bedroom with all the butterflies in your belly but you were thanking god you did as you dropped the towel, leaving you totally nude as you sat down on the edge of the bed. 

paul was nothing if not a man of his word, coming into the bedroom no longer wearing a t-shirt as he now only wore a pair of dangerously low-hanging gray sweatpants. you were shamelessly ogling him as he paused for a moment, apparently deciding to do the same thing to you as his gaze drifted from your toes all the way up until his gaze met yours, “look so pretty when you’ve got nothing on,” he complimented as your cheeks flamed up to a deep shade of pink at the comment. 

he just playfully rolled his eyes at your blush, coming to sit down on the bed so he could lean back against the headboard, “c’mere,” he murmured, hooking his hands under your arms so he could tug you back and in between his legs. 

you let out a heavy sigh of contentment as you relaxed back into his chest, more than grateful for the added warmth, “you trust me, don’t you?” paul asked once he felt you settle down in his arms, picking up the brush so he could slowly start working it through your hair as he waited for your response.

his question caught you a bit off guard but you nodded none-the-less, “course i do,” you whispered, peeking over your shoulder to look up at him. paul made a sound of approval before pressing his lips to your forehead.

while one hand continued gently brushing through your hair, his other trailed down your abdomen, dancing along the insides of your bare thighs but not touching any of your most sensitive parts. your brain was working overtime to try and figure out where he was going with this, the confusion of his words coupled with his gentle touches leaving you absolutely clueless.

“and you know i’d never put you in a situation where i know you’d get hurt?” he followed up, his features not changing as you frowned, not entirely sure where he was going with his line of questioning. while you struggled to figure out what to say to him, his free pointer and middle fingers gently parted your slickening folds for him. 

you let out a low whine as the cold air hit your hyper-exposed cunt, moving to close your legs but paul beat you to it, dropping the brush so he could slide his other hand down your side to hold your thigh open, “answer me princess,” he reminded, halting his movements entirely as he waited for your response.

figuring he’d tell you soon enough, you settled for nodding again, “mhm,” you hummed, brows creasing in worry as you tried to figure out what he was trying to get at.

“‘s nothing bad,” paul reassured after a moment, letting out a breathy laugh that had you releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you’d been holding. in combination with your exhale, paul dipped his pointer finger into your little entrance, barely containing his laugh as you immediately went lax in his arms, letting out a loud whimper. “let me make you feel good, yea? just wanna try something new with you tonight,” he mused, smiling as you gave him a small nod and settled for burying your face in the crook of his neck, your breaths short as he gently pumped one finger in and out of your heat.

before you could even begin to focus on your need for an orgasm, paul continued, “embry’s gonna come over tonight,” he explained, pressing his lips to your hair to muffle his chuckle as he felt your velvet walls immediately clamp down on his fingers. he almost thought you were tensing up but when he felt your walls begin to coat his fingers, he knew you were definitely turned on by the idea.

you peeked up at him, unsure of what exactly he meant but you knew that paul knew just how much you’d been crushing on embry recently so you were mentally praying he’d be letting embry have his way with you just for the night, “‘m gonna tie you up and you’re gonna show him how good you are for him, yea?” he asked, his thumb dropping to gently slowly roll back the hood protecting your clit before he was pressing down on the sensitive nub.

you let out a low whine, breath catching as you tried to figure out what exactly what was going on. paul wasn’t exactly known for sharing so you were beyond confused what had convinced him to loan you out to his friend for the night but you couldn’t help the way your walls were desperately fluttering around paul’s finger as you thought of embry coming over for the night.

you gave him a slow nod and paul just smiled, starting to rub slow, tight circles against your clit as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, “i’m gonna watch and make sure you’re being good for him,” he murmured, parting his lips from your just enough to speak, “and he knows your safe word too and you know to use them if you need them. i know he’s gonna make you feel good though,” he reassured, smiling when he watched your wide eyes taking in everything he was saying.

you let out a hot and heavy sigh when he added a second finger to your heat, slowly scissoring them apart as he continued to toy with the nub between your thighs, “and you’re gonna listen to him and do what he tells you to do, yea?” he asked, pausing his movements for a moment when you didn’t immediately respond to him. 

at the pause, you quickly nodded, “promise i’ll be good for him,” you blurted out, now desperate for him to continue his movements. paul let out another breathy laugh, resuming his slow curling of his fingers while he rolled your clit.

“that’s my girl,” paul praised, pressing his lips to your slowly drying hair to hide his smile as he felt your body’s immediate reaction to his praise. he pressed down on your clit one more time before withdrawing his fingers from your pussy, rolling his eyes when you immediately looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“gotta tie you up princess,” he reminded, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before he was getting up and helping you lay down on the bed so he could tie you up for embry’s highly anticipated arrival. 

the butterflies in your belly were going wild as you watched paul pull your legs apart, tying one to each bedpost to keep you wide open for embry, “you promise this is real?” you whispered when paul came up to the top of the bed to tie your hands together.

he laughed softly as he got your hands tied to the bedboard, “promise it’s real princess,” he reassured, “now let me go let embry in, yea?” he asked, doing a rather poor job of hiding his smirk when he saw how excited and nervous you were for your crush’s arrival.

you nodded, letting out an exhale when paul leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before he was getting up and heading out to presumably go let embry in. with his absence, your thoughts began racing and you quickly reminded yourself of how comfortable you and embry were with each other. 

you knew he’d definitely seen you naked before just due to paul’s complete refusal to stop thinking about you during his patrol shifts but couldn’t help the way your mind was running with thoughts of what he’d think about you now that he actually had the chance to be with you himself. 

before you could get too deep into the depths of your anxious thoughts, paul and the man of the hour appeared, “holy shit-” any breath left in embry’s lungs immediately left when he landed his eyes on your naked, helplessly bound figure.

“sexy, isn’t she?” paul mused with a cocky smile as he went to sit down on the chair at the corner of the bed he’d insisted the two of you add to the bedroom when he discovered just how much he enjoyed watching you touch yourself.

embry struggled to recompose himself, tearing his eyes from your dripping cunt to slowly run them up your figure, pausing again when he eyed your breasts, your nipples peeking up from your hyper-aroused state. the intensity of his gaze had you suddenly feeling a bit self-conscience and then you realized why paul had tied you up - so you had no chance of covering yourself.

“yea…” embry’s voice trailed off as his gaze continued up until he met yours, “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, the two of you holding gazes for a moment as you both realized just how much you wanted this. before embry could get too lost in your eyes, he looked over to paul, “you’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asked as he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. paul rolled his eyes, clearly a bit fed up with both you and embry being so apprehensive about the whole thing.

“positive. now go fuck her - she needs to get it out of her system,” he ordered, relaxing back into the chair, leaning back in a confident yet positively sexy position as he prepared to watch embry rail you.

embry hummed and nodded, turning his attention back to you as he tugged his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them to the side. you sucked in a breath when you saw his naked figure, watching as his cock stood to attention against his abdomen, the tip already leaking pre-cum. 

he smiled to himself, a rush of confidence hitting him when he realized you were the one watching him drunkenly, “‘m comin’ pretty thing,” he mused, smiling as he climbed onto the bed and got himself situated between your legs, his smile widening when he heard your giggles fill the air - quickly dissolving any tension left in the room. 

“so i heard you like it rough,” he mused as he grabbed the bottle of lube paul had graciously left out on the side table, pumping some into his hand before he was tossing the bottle to the side and lathering his cock with it. 

you blushed at his words, watching as he pumped his cock to coat himself with the lube, “mhm,” you murmured, more focused on his actions than anything at the moment. embry chuckled at your response, gently releasing his cock in favor of gently parting your folds with his fingers so he could slip his pointer finger inside you.

a soft gasp left your lips at the intrusion, “she’s stretched out,” paul reassured when he recognized what embry was doing, happy to know embry would be taking as good care of you as paul expected him to. 

embry just flashed paul a quick smile over his shoulder before he was turning his attention back to you, gently pulling his finger out of your hole and replacing it with the head of his cock, “you let me know if i’m being too rough with you, yea?” he asked, waiting for you to nod before he was pushing his hips into yours, his cock immediately splitting your pussy open to stretch for him.

“em-” you whimpered, tugging at the restraints binding your hands as you struggled to process the pain of stretching for him alongside the delicious pleasure of being so full with your fiance’s friend’s cock. embry didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside you, his balls hanging low and heavy as they brushed against your ass. 

“you know how good your pussy feels right now?” he asked breathlessly, barely hanging on as he felt your walls fluttering around him like crazy as you adjusted to the stretch, “i know why paul won’t shut up about you now,” he added as you let out a giggle, blushing like a mad woman underneath him.

embry smiled at you again and sucked in a breath to compose himself, only pausing for another moment before he was pulling his hips back and plunging back into your heat, immediately setting an unforgivingly fast pace. loud moans were quick to escape both of your lips, the two of you suddenly realizing just how desperate you both were to cum and make the other one feel just as good. 

while you writhed against the restraints pinning you down, embry continued his assault on your cunt, taking his non-supporting hand to settle in between your legs and begin to toy with your clit. at the first touch, you were whining and bucking your hips up for more friction, forcing embry’s cock to kiss your cervix. the combination of sensations sent your brain into a tizzy and embry suddenly seemed hell bent on repeatedly feeling your cervix against the head of his cock, “holy fuck-” he groaned, quickening his thrusts as he began slamming himself into your pussy as hard as he could without breaking you, both of you feral to just finally cum on each other. 

“embry please oh my god-” you whined, voice catching when he rolled your clit between his fingers and had you teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, the only thing holding you back was paul’s repeated conditioning for you not to cum until he let you.

as if he read your mind, paul spoke up in a voice much calmed than yours and embry’s, “she’s not gonna cum until you tell her she can,” he added, winking at you when you dropped your head to the side to look at him. the look alone had you groaning, eyes welling with tears as you realized not cumming on embry’s cock was proving to be much more difficult than you thought it would be.

“fuck you’re so good,” embry groaned, “cum on my cock,” his voice was breathless as he pounded into you. with a rather rough pinch to your clit, you came hard. the tsunami building up in your belly finally exploded as your world burst into a thousand different colors. you weren’t entirely sure you’d ever came that hard with anyone but paul before and that realization sent a whole other wave of pleasure crashing through your system.

as you collapsed back into the bed and let your orgasm wash over you, embry’s pace quickened, chasing his own orgasm. it didn’t take long, your walls throbbing around his cock had his balls tightening to a nearly painful level before he finally met his release, coating your swollen pussy in his marking.

ragged breaths left his lips as he slowed his thrusts, both of you lost in the post-orgasmic haze as you came back to earth. embry let out a heavy exhale allowing his hips to fall into yours, keeping himself buried inside you while he reached up with his free hand to gently undo the restraints binding your hands together. 

as soon as your hands were free, you immediately wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you. paul seemed to understand what embry wanted and got up to help get your legs untied as well, chuckling when he watched as you immediately tangled your legs around his waist, “you feel so good,” embry whispered, wrapping his non-supporting hand around you to hug you tightly against him. 

you let out a quiet, breathy laugh at his comment, hardly containing the energy to even respond to the boy as you processed everything coursing through your system, “think you can get on your hands and knees for me?” he asked after a moment, pressing his lips to your collarbone before he was lifting his head to get a better read of your expression. 

your eyes widened at his proposition, shocked that he was able to go for another round. you quickly nodded, looking over to paul who just let out a breathy laugh, “on your hands and knees princess,” he gently ordered, a smirk covering his features when he watched your gaze drop down to the tent clearly bulging in his sweatpants, “you’re taking care of embry right now, i’ll take you later,” he reminded and you nodded, just eager to please both boys as you turned your attention back to embry.

“i’ll help you,” embry murmured, arms flexing as he got himself up and slowly pulled his hardening cock out of your pussy, a shocking amount of cum dripping out of your puffy hole as he helped you roll over and got onto your hands and knees, “try going onto your forearms for me,” embry murmured when he realized you might definitely want to rest for a moment while he got you two ready for round two.

more than happy to comply, you dropped down to your forearms and rested your cheek against your arms so you could watch paul while embry pumped himself a few times to ensure he was hard enough to enter you, “you’re doing great princess,” paul reassured, “should see how hot your pussy looks when he’s stretching you out,” he mused, smiling when you immediately blushed and turned your head so he didn’t see the rosy tint covering your cheeks.

he just rolled his eyes, not totally sure why you were so easily flustered even when his friend’s cum was dripping down your thighs while you waited to be impaled by him for the second time that night. as if on queue, embry’s manhood was pressing against your entrance, allowing you a moment to prepare before he was sheathing himself in you in one quick thrust. 

you let out a loud gasp at the intrusion, fingers tightening into fists against the bedsheets as you desperately looked for something to cling to. embry didn’t give you much breathing room as he snapped his hips against yours, hands tightening against your hips for leverage as he worked to fuck you as hard as he could. 

just as you finally thought you’d regained a tiny bit of control, one of embry’s hands were sliding into your hair to pull you up to his chest. the change in angle allowed him to hit an even deeper part of you and you both let out loud moans, “your pussy is fuckin’ heaven,” he groaned, “gonna cum in that pretty little pussy again, yea? think you can take my cock filling you up with my cum, pretty thing?” he asked breathlessly, sliding his free hand around to grope at your breasts. 

you let out a loud whine at the roughness of his thrusts in combination with his dirty words, your brain struggling to comprehend why on earth you found him cumming in you so hot. whether it was the taboo nature of it or the way it made you feel so sexy - you weren’t entirely sure but you knew you loved it too much to have him stop anytime soon.

“mhm-” you whimpered, a loud moan of pleasure leaving your lips as embry pinched your nipple between his fingers. paul’s chuckle echoed through your ears as he watched you cum undone on embry’s cock. 

before you knew it, your second orgasm was rapidly approaching and you weren’t entirely sure you’d even stay conscious when it finally hit you as you felt how strong and fast it was approaching. embry was clearly good at reading your body and, when he felt the way your pussy somehow managed to tighten even more around him, he realized you’d definitely be cumming again shortly and the thought had him desperately chasing his own orgasm as his thrusts picked up the pace and harshness.

“let me feel you cum on my cock again,” embry ordered, voice tightening as his cock threatened to explode with another release before you met your orgasm, “cum on my cock pretty thing,” although it was a demand (and one that you received quite well) the desperation in his voice was clear as he tried to fight off his own orgasm.

he tightened his grip in your hair and rolled your nipple between his finger, the actions combined with the way he was impaling your pussy with his cock had you surrendering to him as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded in your mind. 

embry held you up, the first throb of your pussy around him sending him to his own orgasm as he shot his release into your channel yet again. both of you were panting, sweating messes as you worked through your orgasms. 

not wanting to part from you just yet, embry helped you lay down with him, still keeping himself tightly wedged inside you as his cum slowed to a trickle inside you, “taking me so well,” embry praised breathlessly, running his hand up and down your bare side while both boys waited for you to come back to them, “such a good girl,” he murmured, peppering your hair and temple with gentle kisses. 

as you came back, your eyes fluttered open to meet paul’s who was watching you with a rather intense gaze - seeming quite interested in watching how hard you just came. you offered him a lazy smile before peeking over your shoulder to see embry who reciprocated your expression. 

“that was so much better than i thought,” embry mused breathlessly, both of you letting out quiet laughs at his comment, “let me get you cleaned up, yea?” he asked and you frowned, looking over to paul who just rolled his eyes again, a teasing smile on his face. 

“you’re way too swollen down there to go at it with him again,” he explained, glancing down to your abused cunt almost to check he was right before his gave came back up to yours, “you can have him for your birthday if he wants to,” he added and you beamed at him before looking over at embry who just let out a breathy laugh.

“you can have me whenever pretty thing,” he reassured, “that was fuckin’ amazing,” he added with another laugh. you giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he gave your hip a squeeze and gently pulled himself out of your sore cunt and got up. 

paul tossed him a rag to clean you up with and embry said a soft ‘thanks’ to him before turning back to you. as he pulled your legs apart, he let out a low groan when he saw just how wrecked you were, “want the camera?” paul asked teasingly, both boys laughing darkly when paul handed him the polaroid camera you often used in your rendezvous. 

you blushed, offering a shy smile to embry who snapped a quick picture of you and your dripping pussy before he was setting the camera to the side to get you cleaned up, “you want some water?” embry asked as he got to work between your legs, gently wiping up all your combined fluids from your thighs before lightly swiping through your folds despite protests from you.

“drink,” paul encouraged, both boys pretty different to your whines of overstimulation as paul handed you your hydroflask to sip. with a pout on your face, you took a few sips, letting embry finish his cleanup job before he was pressing a rather cheeky kiss to your clit. 

“embry!” you laughed, a smile on your face as he cheekily got out from in between your thighs to pull his clothes back on.

“shirt?” paul asked as he got up from his chair to help you get dressed. with your nod, he helped you into one of his old shirts and a new pair of panties for you as embry finished redressing himself.

paul pressed a quick kiss to your hair before he got up to go check his phone and you frowned when embry came to stand between your thighs, clearly getting ready to say goodnight. embry took your hands into his, offering you a small smile when he saw your frown, “thank you pretty thing,” he mused, taking your hands to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

you frown deepened and he just chuckled, shaking his head, “i’ll see you tomorrow at emily’s for dinner, yea?” he asked and you reluctantly nodded, “and your birthday is in a few weeks anyway. plus you’ve got paul to keep you busy,” he added both of you laughing knowingly seeing how open paul was with everyone about his nearly insatiable sex drive.

with a soft sigh, you nodded, standing up to pull embry into a tight hug that he gladly returned. “i’ll see you tomorrow then pretty thing,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your hair with one final, tight squeeze before he released you just as paul came back in. 

“all good princess?” paul asked, looking relieved when you looked over your shoulder to smile and nod. 

taking his queue, embry gave you one more smile, “see you later pretty thing!” embry called as he strode out of the room.

“i’ll be right back,” paul reassured before following embry out to thank him and make sure he got out okay. within a few moments, paul was returning and his gaze softened when he saw your figure now curled up under the covers of your shared bed. 

“was that good?” he asked, pulling back the covers just enough to crawl in with you and pull you into his chest. 

you nodded, letting out a happy sigh as you looked up at him, “so good,” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his chest, “thank you,” you added, giggling when he squeezed you even closer to him and pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

“can i help you out now? i missed you,” you murmured, running your hand down his bare abdomen so you could gently tug at his sweatpants.

“oh i think you definitely can,” he laughed, rolling over so he could settle between your thighs and get to work. 

[leth-writes]

Twilight wolf pack x small!reader (like idk five feet tall?) :>

Of course!

Jacob is 6’7”

Embry is 6’4”

Seth is almost 6’0”

Quil is just over 6’0”

Sam is 6’6”

In my headcanons paul is 6’5”

Sam

Sam is stated to be 6’6” in the books, which is the resource I’m using for these headcanons.

Sam already feels like a monster, so having such a small imprint definitely makes him feel worse. He really struggles with being around you, completely out of fear of hurting you. He has nightmares about hurting you and you never talking to him again, and he wouldn’t blame you.

Loves cuddling together. It’s some of the only times he doesn’t have to lean down so far it hurts his neck.

Finds you adorable. 

Please convince him he isn’t a monster. 

Paul

Paul doesn’t have a canonical height, so I’m just going to say he’s 6’5”. I feel this in my bones, that is his height. No one can convince me otherwise.

Loves, absolutely adores, how short you are. Spends most of his time cuddling up to you and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder. Loves picking you up to make out. 

Calls you his teddy bear. If you listen closely, you can hear Quil fake-puking in the background.

Jacob

Jacob is 6’7”. He’s the tallest of all of the wolves. 

He really enjoys your height difference. It makes him feel like he can protect you, and he enjoys seeing the way you can just… hide behind him. It makes him feel better, less like a monster, because he can be there for you. He won’t let anything happen to you.

It’s really hard to show affection, considering he’s both a more reserved person and he’s almost 2 feet taller than you. Loves throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Also loves knowing that no one will mess with you, he gives you that safety through being so intimidating to the creeps of the world.

Quil

He’s 6’4”. Teases you relentlessly. Still loves picking you up and swinging you around in a giant bear hug. 

Loves giving you hickies, just to remind everyone that even if he isn’t there you’ve still got a protective boyfriend ready to mess up anyone who even says something slightly nasty. No one will even try.

Embry

I can’t imagine him viewing you all that different.

Seth

Seth often forgets that he is taller than you. It doesn’t help that he’s the shortest of the pack, and most of the others are over 6’0”. It definitely means that he doesn’t understand how tall he actually is; if you asked him, he’d probably say he’s like 5’6”.

Just remind him how tall he actually is, and that you’re still quite short. He’ll feel bad. Always leans down to kiss you, doesn’t want you to hurt your neck.

[snow-snowball]

Pretty boy/girl (part 1)

a/n: Seth's 19 years old. English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes.

characters: Paul Lahote; Seth Clearwater; Sam Uley; Leah Clearwater; Embry Call; Quil Ateara; Jacob Black.

w: 3,2k

warnings: fluff; 18+; smut; lgbt with Leah; sex with Sam; mention sex with Seth.

Paul Lahote:

You and your boyfriend decided to head to the slope to enjoy a beautiful view of the sea. Everything seemed perfect until you realized you weren’t alone after all.

As you made your way through the dense forest, you finally emerged at the edge of the cliff. To your surprise, you spotted your boyfriend's friends leaping from the rock into the water below. Slowing your pace slightly, you instinctively hid behind Paul’s broad back, and he smirked at your action, straightening up to completely shield you from the curious gazes of the three pairs of eyes.

“Whoa! Is that your girl, Paul?” Embry asked, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of your head. “What a beauty!” Quil added, along with the rest of the guys as they gathered around you. “You gonna share her?” Jared smirked, earning a fierce glare from Paul and a playful smack on the back of his head from Quil.

“This is [Y/N], my girl and future wife,” your boyfriend said calmly, and the moment you heard his words, you buried your face in your hands. “Why are you so shy?” Lahote turned to you, trying to pry your hands away from your face. “Hey, you can’t hide from me!” When he finally managed to remove your hands, he planted sweet kisses on your cheeks one after another.

You could feel the warmth flooding your cheeks, half from embarrassment and half from the affectionate gesture. The guys laughed, their teasing echoing in the air, but Paul just stood there, a proud grin plastered on his face as he looked at you, radiating nothing but love. The moment felt electric, and you couldn't help but feel lucky in the midst of this goofy, chaotic scene.

“Ugh! Enough of the baby talk!” Jared shouted. “Hey, [Y/N], can you do this?” He said, taking a running jump off the cliff and plunging straight into the frigid water below. You gasped, covering your mouth in shock, and rushed closer to the edge to see how Jared was doing. To your surprise, there he was, floating effortlessly as he waved his arm, beckoning everyone else to join him.

“You guys aren’t seriously…” You didn’t even finish your sentence before two half-naked guys sprinted past you, leaping into the water with a huge splash. “Paul, you—” Your boyfriend grabbed you effortlessly, lifting you off the ground. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist as you clutched his strong shoulders.

“What are you planning to do?” you asked, a mix of excitement and trepidation in your voice.

“Do you trust me?” Paul asked, his thumbs gently gliding over your thighs. You nodded. “Then hang on tight!” he shouted, taking a couple of steps back before sprinting forward and leaping off the cliff. Your hands instinctively flew up, wrapping around his neck as you buried your face into the well-defined curve of his collarbone. Feeling the cold water envelop you, you shot your head up. You were both submerged for a split second, eyes locked in surprise, before breaking the surface with a splash.

“You're insane!” you yelled, playfully shoving him in the chest, but not swimming away. Right now, he was your lifeline—since you didn’t know how to swim.

“But you love me, right?” He pulled you closer, pressing his lips gently to your forehead. You gazed into his mesmerizing face for what felt like an eternity. Those striking deep-set eyes held nothing but your reflection, sharp jawline and chiseled features, a prominent yet handsome nose, and lips chapped yet inviting, begging for another kiss. “What’s with that stare, huh?” Paul squinted playfully, a smirk creeping across his lips.

The water sparkled around you, reflecting the sun like diamonds, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the pulse of attraction and the sheer thrill of being so close to him, heart racing like you were flying again.

“You're pretty.”

“What?”

“You're pretty.” After those words, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a passionate kiss. The fabric clinging to your body brushed against the warmth of his bare chest, creating a tantalizing contrast between hot and cold. Just as you were about to lose yourselves further in each other’s desires, splashes flew at you from various angles, forcing you to break the kiss. “Hey!” you shouted, your irritation bubbling up.

“What the heck, guys?” Paul snapped, annoyance dripping from his voice.

The chaos around you was unreal—like a scene from a wild beach party where laughter mixed with shouts and the sound of splashing water turned everything into a chaotic symphony. You shot a glare at your boyfriend’s friends, who were clearly having way too much fun at your expense. But in that moment, with adrenaline pumping and laughter echoing, it all felt like part of the adventure.

“Home is where you suck like leeches!” Embry shouted again, swiping the edge of his palm across the water, splashing you and Paul once more.

“Seriously, this is kinda gross,” Jared pretended to gag dramatically.

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda cute,” Quil grinned, dodging the spray from Jared and Embry's antics as they retaliated with a splash war.

“You've got some pretty… interesting friends,” you whispered to your boyfriend, trying to find the right words to describe the chaos around you.

“Yeah, they’re a bunch of clowns.”

Seth Clearwater:

Set invited you over to his place to play this new board game, and you just couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes of his.

Sitting on the floor, you both took turns rolling the dice and moving your pieces around the game board — yours was red, and his was yellow. But honestly, you were more focused on the sparkle in his eyes, so bright with excitement as he celebrated each move like he’d just hit the jackpot.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said your name softly, breaking your trance. “Your turn, by the way.” Set shot you a playful look, practically brimming with confidence. “Get ready to lose, my friend!”

“Not a chance!” You smirked, a sneaky idea popping into your mind. “How about we make this more interesting? Let’s bet on a wish?”

“A wish?” He tilted his head, curiosity dancing in his eyes. He looked like an adorable puppy, and you just wanted to squeeze him.

“If I win, you have to grant my wish; if you win, I’ll grant yours.”

“Deal!” Now Seth was 100% focused on victory. The game was in full swing. It was your turn to roll the dice, and oh my gods! You rolled a 6! Luck was shining on you, because after that, only two steps were left to the finish line. Seth sighed as he rolled the dice himself. He landed on a 3, which meant bad luck for him—his token moved three spaces, only to land on a “move back 6 spaces” square. Now victory was firmly in your grasp. “Oh no!” he groaned, his head drooping in disappointment.

“I won!” you smirked, already lost in thought about your wish.

“I’m genuinely happy for you,” Seth said, exhaling with a sincere smile.

“Don’t move.”

“What's going on?” the guy asked, confusion etched on his face as he watched you crawl toward him on all fours, resting your hands on his knees and rising slightly. “[Y/N? What are you planning?” He swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Your hands glided from his knees to the inner part of his thighs, then to his abs, gently tracing the defined muscles and drawing a shuddering breath from him. Then, your hands moved up to his chest, finally settling on his broad shoulders. As your thumbs caressed his skin, you climbed onto his knees. “[Y/N...]” Seth tried to push you down, but you swatted his hands away. “Hey!”

“I said don’t move.” You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his face. Your hips pressed against his groin, sending shivers across Seth's skin due to the overwhelming closeness. He silently cursed this day and your short skirt that gave him a tantalizing view of your exquisite thighs. Taking his chin in your hand, you tilted his head toward you and admired him. Seth was incredibly handsome—devastatingly so—but the guy rarely spoke about his looks. “You’re pretty,” you said, planting a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You're even more beautiful.” He stammered shyly, suddenly moaning when you teasingly nipped at his earlobe. “[Y/N]! Leah's in the next room and...!” You let one hand slide down to his bare chest, giving his nipple a playful squeeze. “Holy hell…” He threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing tantalizingly, calling you to him.

“Whatever. She probably won't hear us.”

Two hours later...

You and Seth, blissfully disheveled, make your way down to the kitchen, only to stop dead in your tracks, utterly surprised and slightly embarrassed. The whole wolf pack was gathered in Leah’s and Seth’s house, completely taking you off guard.

“Wow, Seth. You’ve really become a man, haven’t you?” Paul said, causing Seth's older sister to elbow him in the shoulder.

“Could you guys keep it down?” Jacob smirked and winked at Seth. Seth sighed and headed deeper into the kitchen for a glass of water, and as soon as everyone caught a glimpse of his back, they started whistling and gasping.

“Holy crap, Seth, did you fuck with a cat or something? What’s up with your back?” Jared asked, immediately glancing at you with a teasing grin.

“Well, you could say that,” Seth replied with a smile, winking at you.

Sam Uley:

Sam had been acting strangely lately. He would forget his promises, bump into corners of the house, and then angrily kick at them, leaving them to suffer his frustration. In short, he had become quite irritable. You understood the nature of your boyfriend's behavior. There had been an unsettling increase in wandering vampires in the woods, and that was precisely why he forbade you from stepping outside.

Today, determined to lift his spirits (and perhaps more), you decided to surprise him. You slipped into delicate lace lingerie, the intricate patterns clinging to your skin and accentuating your curves. Then, you draped a soft robe over yourself, adding an air of mystery to your appearance. With a sense of anticipation bubbling within you, you settled in to wait for your fiancé, hoping that your gesture would bring some light back into his troubled eyes.

But he didn't show up—not after an hour, nor two. You sighed, wrapping yourself tighter in your crimson silk robe, and stepped out onto the veranda. As you gazed into the distance, you felt an unsettling presence and, jerking your head to the right, froze in place. Before you stood a stranger, a man with red eyes and skin as white as snow. He licked his lips and began to slowly approach you, while you stumbled backward until your back hit the door. The man lowered his eyes to your trembling chest and smirked. “I never thought my meal would surprise me like this,” he said, his voice oozing with menace.

He trailed his hands over your delicate shoulders, squeezing them with enough force to elicit a scream filled with pain. “Now, now, sweet thing. If you behave yourself, maybe I'll be generous and turn you into a vampire. You've got quite the appeal.” He leaned closer to your neck, pausing momentarily to scan the surroundings. “What the—” he didn't have a chance to finish his thought before a massive black wolf lunged at him from the side.

“What the hell, are you werewolf’s girlfriend?!” The vampire exclaimed, his hands raised defensively as he scrambled for an excuse. But your wolf had no intention of listening and, in an instant, tore him to shreds.

"I thought you weren't coming back," you said with a smile. "Thank you, pretty boy!" You scratched the wolf behind the ears, and he unconsciously wagged his tail in response. "By the way, darling, what do you think of my new lingerie?" you asked, twirling around to give him a full view, stirring up a mix of emotions within Sam. "Why don’t you turn to human and let’s go unwind?" you suggested, walking back to the kitchen, your hips swaying enticingly.

Sam could only sigh. He transformed back into his human form and headed to the shower to wash off the sweat and dirt.

"[Y/N]?" he called out, stepping out of the shower wrapped in a towel around his waist. He took a deep breath and made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the lovely scent of sandalwood and roses. Spotting you lounging on the bed, a smirk spread across his face as he approached you. "What have you set up here?" he asked, gently squeezing the inside of your thighs before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Just wanted my most handsome man to roughly take me.” You giggled, running your hand through his short cropped hair.

“Hmm, handsome man is certainly a debatable concept, but take you he can.” Positioning himself between your spread legs, he quickly pulled off his towel, giving you a view of his large erect cock. You gasped and blushing, you looked away. “Oh, look at that, who's blushing like that?” Sam laughed, lowering his face to your vagina. And licked his way down to your pussy. His tongue works wonders. The way he manipulates it, making the stars appear in front of your eyes.

“Sam!” you cried his name. “Sam! Oh! Sam!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I haven't even started yet, and you're already getting me all wet.” The man grinned, pulling away from your dripping vagina. “Look what you've done.” He stuck out his tongue, showing you all your juices. Sam was just devouring your pussy like a real beast that hadn't eaten in a long time.

Uley, licking two fingers, gently inserted them into your entrance. Arching your back, you moaned loudly, and from the pleasant feeling, you moved towards the guy yourself, mounting his long fingers. “Sam! Sam, please!” you begged. The man couldn't hold back anymore and, pulling out his fingers, immediately inserted his huge cock into your entrance. Growling, he threw his head back, gently moving his hips. You gripped the sheets, and from his thrusts, the gold bracelets you why put on started to jingle to the rhythm of the guy. “Sam, faster-ah-faster!” After your words, the werewolf seemed to break free from his chains. He pounded into you with rough and fast thrusts, tearing out moans of pleasure from you.

Sam gently ran his hands over yours and reached your wrists, slipping his fingers through your bracelets. He buried his nose in your neck, biting and sucking on it to leave his marks. You gasped from the rush of feelings, biting his shoulder, pulling a quiet chuckle from him. “Oh, I can see you’re teething.” Sam felt your pussy squeeze his cock. “Fuck!” he growled.

“I’m going to…”

“No! Don’t you dare without me!” He ordered and you only squeezed his cock harder. After a couple more deep thrusts that made you scream out loud, he nodded, giving you permission to cum. “Come on, cum with me.” As soon as he felt your juices, he spilled inside you. “Don’t spill a drop, baby. I’m going to fill that tiny pussy of yours completely!” " Sam moved his hips. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. "I want you to get pregnant with me. I want you to be the mother of my children. Damn! You're just beautiful! Your pussy was made just for me." While he was saying all this, he was kissing every inch of your skin, not leaving a single area unnoticed by his warm lips.

Leah Clearwater:

For several days, Leah has been trying to catch your attention: she would wear striking makeup, don a new dress with a daring neckline, or style her hair into alluring curls. Yet, it seemed you remained oblivious to her efforts. Frustrated and tired of waiting, she decided to give up. Fortunately, Leah has a brother like Seth, who rushed to your home and revealed everything.

“Wait, so she was trying to get my attention?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and pulling your fluffy white robe tighter around you. Autumn in these parts was always chilly. The guy nodded vigorously and as he stepped closer, you extended your hand to stop him. “Whoa there, buddy, hold up. I’ve had enough of being whisked away in just my pajamas after an argument with Leah, remember? Just give me a minute to gather my thoughts. When I’m ready, then we can talk.” You invited Leah's brother inside while you made your way to the bathroom to freshen up. It felt like the dynamics of your relationship with Leah relied more on Seth than on the two of you.

An hour later, you were finally ready and headed to the living room, where Seth had managed to doze off on the couch. Had you really taken that long to get yourself together? Giving him a playful shove, he tumbled off the couch in surprise, looking at you with a disgruntled expression. “Seriously? It hasn’t even been a year!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation.

“Let's go.” You and Seth stepped out of your house and headed to a little restaurant. “I thought that after my little theft, you would traditionally take me back to your house.”

“Leah said that if I ever do that again, she'll have my head,” Seth said, eliciting a giggle from you. “It's not funny!” As you approached your destination, Seth began to slow down. “I should be going.”

“Where are you off to?” you asked.

“You have a date, and I don't want to be the third wheel,” he replied, taking a few steps in the opposite direction before pausing for a moment. “Hey! Just try not to compliment her!!” He shook his fist at you playfully and then jogged off. You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. No matter how much he argued with Leah, Seth would always stand by her side, even though he was so much younger.

As you stepped into the small building, you grimaced at the noise of the crowd. Scanning the room full of people, your eyes landed on a familiar crown of hair. A grin spreading across your face, you stealthily approached your girlfriend and gently covered her eyes with your cold hands, chilled by the weather outside. “Guess who?”

“Hmm, Jacob?”

“Hey! It's actually [Y/N]! Your girlfriend, by the way.” At your words, Leah turned around completely to face you. She wore a flowing silver gown that shimmered in the light, her hair elegantly curled and resting over her right shoulder, and her face adorned with a subtle touch of makeup. You were taken aback, momentarily speechless as you gazed into her eyes, captivated by her beauty.

“Hey, dear?”

“Oh my God, yes! I mean... you look absolutely stunning! You’re so pretty today! Eek! I meant to say you’re always beautiful, but today it’s something special. Ugh! I should probably just stop talking, right?” You said, nervously rubbing your neck.

“Definitely.” She smiled and tenderly kissed your forehead. “So, are you covering the bill tonight?” She chuckled mischievously and took your hand, leading you to your table.

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[lunajay33]

The One🐾

Summary: Life always felt like something was missing and falling into a funk you go to move to forks to live with your best friend Jacob and everything seems to fall into place when he introduces you to his friends

Pairing: Paul Lahote x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Every since I was little I felt like something was missing, like no matter how happy and whole my life felt it was never enough and when I grew into my teen years it just got worse, so my mom thought it be best to send me to live with our family friends in Forks Washington where we use to live before we moved

Getting out of the cab seeing the familiar red house feeling the fresh coastal air breeze across me something clicked in me, like everything was gonna somehow be better here

I got my suitcase out of the car waving goodbye to the man that drove me all this way from the airport

“Y/N!!! YOURE HERE!” I turned seeing Jacob running out the door to me with wide open arms

Dropping my bags I jumped into his arms as he swung me around holding me tight then setting me gently on the ground again

“I can’t believe you’re back, I missed you so much”

“Jake we call almost every day” I laugh as he picks up my bags leading me back to the house

“I know but it’s not the same as actually having you here, plus I think it’ll be good for you, I have a bunch of friends now and we do stuff all the time and they’ll love you!” He was as excited as a little kid in a candy shop and it warmed my heart, finally being back in the town I was born in, the place I only ever felt right before moving

He dropped my bags in a little room, seemingly nervous at what I’ll think of it

“I love it, thank you and Billy agains for letting me stay”

“Anytime! Now I planned a little welcome home fire tonight for you, food, music and you’ll get to meet the whole pack!”

“Pack?”

“Oh umm yeah like….i mean my friends, our whole group, my friend Bella from town and some of the elders, I remember how you loved those stories they’d tell us as kids”

“You did all that for me?!”

“Of course, you’re back home where you belong, it’s only right we celebrate”

The night came and Jake was driving us to the go to spot they had fires and gatherings, we pulled up to a big open field by a little house, a big fire already roaring bright, hearing the cheerful voices from my open window as Jake shut off the engine

“Come on what’re you waiting for?” Jake asked from my now open door, my nerves taking hold of me not even noticing he got out and was now waiting for me on my side of the truck

“I’m a little nervous what if….what if they don’t like me?”

“They’re nothing to be worried about, just think of them just like me, and you’re always relaxed around me now come on let’s get some food before Paul eats it all” his words soothed me finally coursing me out of the truck

“Oh I remember Paul, he use to play with us sometimes at the beach right?”

“Yeah he’s become a bit of a hot head but he means well, he’s pretty protective of things that are important” he said handing me a plate as we got to the tables filled with food

“Hey!! Jake come over here got a spot for you!” I heard a girl by the fire say waving him over

“That’s Bella, I’m gonna go talk with her, mingle around these people will be in your life as long as you live with me” he smiled soothing my worries as he walked off

I picked up a chocolate chip muffin and placed it on the plate when someone spoke next to me

“Hey you must be the girl of the hour, I’m Emily Jake hasn’t stopped talking about you since he found out you were moving here, I’m glad to finally meet you!” She smiled giving me a warm motherly vibe

“It’s nice to meet you too! Thank you for coming I can’t believe everyone came just for me, I’m excited to reconnect and meet everyone!”

“Come on I’ll introduce you around” she brought me around, I met Seth Clearwater who wasn’t even born before I left but I remembered his sister Leah as well as Embry, I talked to Billy and the elders a bit before we moved on to the next

“Hey Paul! Remember y/n and few of the others do already!”

“How could I forget that little rascal” he laughed as he looked up at me from his plate, his smile dropping as we made eye contact, his plate crumbling to the ground

Everything felt still, this connection and pull I felt to him like he’s the only thing the matters, that no matter what happens or where I go I’ll be safe and loved, he drops to his knees as I place me hands on his shoulders, admiring his features he’s changed so much, so tall so muscular so handsome, the chatter around us stopped feeling everyone’s eyes on us but I don’t care all I care about is this moment

“No no no no NO, Paul really? Out of everyone it had to be my best friend?” Jake fumed snapping us out of this strange trance

“Like I can help it, but I’m not complaining she’s beautiful” he said making my heart thump

“Ummm what just happened?” The confusing starting to set in

“Right, I wouldn’t expect you to remember, come on we’ll tell you everything” Jake grabbed my hand and sat me next to him at the fire, Paul quick to sit on my other side, his body heat relaxing me

The “pack” went on to tell me everything, that the legends were true and most of the people including my best friend was a shifter, a wolf, it was hard to believe I mean wolves? But it wasn’t until they told me about imprints and that I was now Paul’s, but it didn’t feel wrong it felt completely right, like magically I was whole again

Everyone looked at me expectantly, anxious and waiting expression on everyone

“I know it’s a lot and we understand if you need time honey” Billy said comfortingly

“No……I’m fine really, I actually feel the best I have in a long time” I smile sheepishly as my cheeks rush with heat

“That makes sense, it’s said that if you’re separated from your soulmate even if not imprinted yet it drains you and now that you’re back, you’re where you’re suppose to be” Sam stated as he squeezed Emily’s hand

I look next to be to Paul who’s rough exterior I always remembered was gone now replaced with adoration as he looked at me like I hung the moon in the sky

“Would you like to go talk…..privately?” I asked

“I’d loved to Angel” he took my hand and led me away from the fire to the house, it was cozy just like Jake’s home, well mine now too

“Soooo I guess I’m your soulmate”

“I’ve been waiting for you, I always did have a crush on you when we were younger, always got jealous when Jake would talk about you” he smirked as he brushed back my hair

“Really? You had a crush on me?”

“Always, missed you a lot when you left, tried to forget about you but I never could get you out of my head, felt like something was missing with you gone and now I know why”

“So what are we now?” My heart thumping fast

“Anything you want Angel” he said squeezing my thigh

“Can we start with a date?” I ask placing my hand ontop of his that rested on my thigh

“I’d love that, how about I pick you up tomorrow at 5 I’ll plan something special!”

The clock showed 4:30 and I was a nervous wreck, this is my first date ever and it’s with a guy who’s my soulmate and a wolf, how did my life change so drastically

I combed down my hair for the millionth time hearing Jake laugh behind me as he was sat on the bed

“And what are you laughing at?”

“You, you’re fidgeting like crazy”

“Jake stop…I’ve never done this before what if we go out and he realizes he doesn’t wanna be with me, then I’m alone again”

“Y/n/n he’s gonna love you, hell I see how jealous he’d get everytime I’d bring you up”

There was a knock at the door and my heart jumped, I got up and flattened down my ivory dress

“Okay how do I look?”

“You look great now go on don’t keep him waiting!” I rush to the door taking a deep breath and opening it to see Paul standing with a pair of jeans and a tight black short sleeve and a bouquet of wild flowers in his hands

“You look beautiful wow” he said in a daze as his eyes roamed over every inch of me

“You don’t look to bad yourself handsome”

“Here these are for you, but they can’t compare to how pretty you are” he said handing them over

“Paul stop you’re gonna make me blush” I smiled placing the flowers in a little vase

“That’s the goal, now let’s go I’ve got everything ready” he gently took my hand leading me to the open field infront of the house

“Where’s your truck?”

“We’re going on foot” it’s just up the hill

We walked hand in hand for a while till we reached the cliff side with a beautiful view, there was string lights across the trees hanging over a comfy blanket with a picnic basket

“Wow you did all this for me?”

“Of course and I got all your favourites! Had to get a few tips from Jake” he laughed as we sat down

“This is so sweet, so far this is an amazing first date” I said taking a bite of a strawberry

“First? You’ve never been on a date before?”

“No….ive never been interested in anyone before….well before now” I looked at him a bit embarrassed but being around him felt like he’d never judge me

“I get that, no one ever compared to how I feel for you, you’re the one, my only one”

Part 2?

[prettypinkporkchop]

I’m a paul girly can u please do one where Paul is grumpy because everyone is coupled up with their imprint and his is away for college but at the bonfire the girls surprise Paul with his imprint and he goes from a mean grumpy to a clingy sweetheart make it long pls I love u💕

I love you!!!!! ❤️

Paul kicks the log that's below him. Everyone that's lined up on the cliff turns to him. "Paul, lighten up." Embry says. "Shut up." Paul growls and charges at him, pushing him into the water. "Really?" Jared looks at him. "Fuck off, Jared." Paul rolls his eyes. Paul misses you so bad. He hates when you're away.

Everyone is at Emily's. She made the pack lunch. They're all eating inside the house. Paul is quiet, eating his sandwhich. "Dude! Imagine what'd it'd be like if Jacob and Renesmee had babies? I sense new drama." Embry laughs. Paul grumbles and rolls his eyes. "Hey, me and Kim are planning. Just saying." Jared raises his hands. "Nuh, uh! You're just stupid horny." Quil shoves him. They burst into laughter. Paul just sits there. "Paul Lahote. Don't be so rude. I know it sucks, but she's coming back soon!" Emily pats his back. He moves his shoulders around, wiggling her hand off of him. "Yeah. I know." He says.

Back outside, everyone is training. Even the Black pack. Leah is laughing, and just her laughter pisses off Paul. He's keeping his cool. "Bro, if I phase right now, I'm biting your ankle." Embry playfully pushes Quil. "Kinky." Quil smirks and then phases. He didn't even bother to take off his shorts. When he phases, he accidently bumps into Paul. Paul growls, loses his cool, and phases. Quil's wolf slowly backs away. Sam is calling out to Paul to chill out. Paul disregards Sam and starts attacking Quil.

It's been like this for weeks. Leah, Kim, and Emily are the only ones that know you are coming back tonight at the bonfire tonight. Right now, you're at the airport heading back home. Being away from Paul has been hard for you. You're getting excited at the fact that when you go home, the last two years of your schooling are online! Paul knows nothing! This is going to be the best surprise. "Forks!" The lady at the desk, taking tickets for the plane entry, calls out your destination. Only two other people follow suit. They don't look familiar, so obviously, it's just their layovers.

Emily looks at Sam because Paul just snapped at Seth for no reason. "Paul. I'm about to just send your ass home if you don't stop." Paul sighs and leans back in the chair, looking at the sun as it sets. The fire is warm on his legs, but all he can think about is you. Seth, being Seth, offers Paul a plate and a drink. "Yeah. Thanks." Paul said dryly. Seth feels so bad. He's the only one willing to deal with Paul's anger. Everyone else is over it but at the same time, feel bad. "You know she'll come back." Emily says. "I've got that. But when? I don't know. And she has to go right back. And it'll be like this for another two years." Paul growls. "You know it's hard for her too. You have to support her." Leah butt's in. "Jesus, Leah. You know I support her. She's at school, right?" He looks at her. She nods her head and walks away, going to talk to Kim. It's getting unbearable for Paul. Being away from an imprint is the toughest thing for a shifter. It's been two months of texting, phone calls, and video calls. You're gone for two months, back for two weeks. It's been like that for a year now. Every time you leave, Paul gets angrier and angrier.

Kim and Leah get in the truck and drive to the airport to wait for you. You'll be back in an hour or so. Paul sees Emily smirking at him and then Sam. "What is it?" Paul asks. "Nothing." She shakes her head. Paul just sighs, and Seth comes back with a plate of steak, potatoes, and muffins. In his other hand is a glass of coke. Paul takes it and nods at Seth. Paul starts scarfing it down.

You leave the terminal and go out to the open space. People are walking around you and you're trying to catch Leah and Kim.

You: girls! I'm near the entrance.

You text them. Not even a few minutes later, Kim in the distance spots you. The two women run to you. You run to them, too. Your fully packed backpack and duffle bag on your arm are heavy and bouncing. You tackle both of the women who hold their arms open. You three laugh and just about fall over. "Let me take this!" Leah smiles, grabbing your bag. "UGH! Thank you, life saver." You gush at Leah. "God, I've missed you guys." You sigh. "Paul has been a dick, as usual. I'm literally about to snap his neck." Leah laughs. You nod your head in agreement. "I can only imagine." You reply.

You girls get to Leah's truck. You sit in the back seat while Leah drives. "Nobody questioned why we left. Not even Jared!" Kim says offended. "Them rowdy boys wouldn't notice if the sun fell on them while they're together." Leah laughs. "True!" You call out. "How's Billy?" You ask. "He's doing good. Old man can't fall over. I swear he's invincible." Leah laughs. "Yes! I try to help him do stuff around the house, but he just shooes me and Emily off." Kim says. "So, typical Billy. What about Jake and Nessie?" You ask. Leah rolls her eyes. "The guy is barely even with us. Ever since they got their house, them two have been loners. He only comes out during get-togethers, wolf shit, and bonfires." Leah replies. As she says this, a car pulls out in front of you guys. She swerves to the side, making you hit your head on the window. "Shit! Asshole!" Leah honks her horn. Kim flips them off. You lean back up in your seat. "Geez." You laugh awkwardly. "We're stopping at Paul's so you can drop off your stuff and then going to the fire." Leah says, totally disregarding that you almost died.

You guys finally make it. You can see the smoke from the fire and orange in the distance in the yard. You can see the guys running around. You squint toward the fire and see Paul sitting in a chair by himself. You giggle at his sulking. "Wait, I didn't think this far." Kim laughs. "How do we surprise him?" She turns to Leah. "I have an idea!" You lift a finger. They turn to you. "I sneak up behind him, putting my hands in front of his eyes and pull a 'guess who'." They nod together and then clap their hands. "UGH! Finally, I can breathe!" Leah breathes out. You laugh at her dramatic self. You step out of the truck. You slowly walk your way behind Paul. "I can hear you creeping, and I'm not in the mood." Paul growls. You quickly put your hands in front of his eyes. "Fuck." He growls but then stops instantly as he smells your scent. "Guess who." You whisper. He doesn't hesitate to stand up, throw the chair that's in between you, and wrap his arms around you. You hold him back and breathe in what you've missed. Paul Lahote. He's back in your arms. "Oh my fucking god, my baby." He mumbles in your hair. "I fucking love you." He says. "I love you too, Paul." You reply. Then, there's loud clapping all around. You two pull away from each other and see everyone clapping. "How'd you even get here?!" He smiles at you. Before you can even answer, he grabs your face and kisses you roughly. You kiss him back and wrap your fingers around his wrists. His lips are soft, and the kiss is longing. You fall into it, moving your lips with his. You pull away and look into your man's eyes. "Leah and Kim picked me up. All of the girls knew." You reply, your thumbs running over his knuckles. "Damn it." He smiles, chuckling. He lifts you up and spins you around. "My girl." He laughs. You laugh along with him, and he sets you down. "Alright, we get it! Now, time to share her." Emily laughs, hugging you. Paul smiles, not giving any more attitude.

You hug everyone, and Paul refuses to leave your side. You love it! Considering, you refuse to leave his, too. Now you guys are sitting around the fire. Jake and Nessie showed up. You're sitting on his lap. His arms are around your waist. He leaves random kisses on your back and arm. He randomly squeezes and presses his cheek against your back as if you could disappear any moment. Once the fire talk is over, you turn to Paul. "I don't want you to go again." He frowns. "Baby, I have good news." You smile. "What?" His eyes widen and sparkle with hope. "My physical classes are over. I'm home now. They're online." You watch as his lips part, and he slowly begins to smile. "Oh my God. YES!" He holds you. You pull his face off of your chest and kiss him softly. He doesn't instantly kiss you back. Pulling away and going back in, over and over. Everyone is leaving you two at it.

After holding onto you for a hot while, Paul decides to apologize to his pack and play around with them. You sit down on the chair, chatting with Emily. "God, Paul is back." She sighs in relief. "I know! Even on the phone, he seemed off." You giggle. Paul grabs your shoulders suddenly and then kisses your head. "Alright, back off with the boys." He does this a few more times. He runs off to play with the guys and then runs to you to give you a quick kiss before running back.

You're typing away on your laptop while Paul is still in bed sleeping. You're on the couch with your legs crossed doing some work. You open the highlighter cap and swipe it across words on the thick ass book that sits next to you. The bedroom door opens, and there stands a quiet Paul. His sleep shorts are hanging low. He yawns and scratches the back of his neck. "Good morning, my baby girl." He says in his scratchy and low morning voice. He walks over to you and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good morning, my love." You scrunch up your nose with a smile. He looks over your neck and chuckles. "You didn't leave hickeys last night, did you?" You sighed in annoyance. "Eh, maybe I got carried away." He clicks his tongue before walking into the kitchen. "Damn it, Paul." You turn on the camera on your phone and see three big purple bruises. "Emily asked me to come over today when you go over there." You say. "Good because you were coming with anyways." He smirks, pouring his milk into his cereal. You blush and then bite your lip. "AWE, no, don't do that. You'll get what you got last night again." He winks. You roll your eyes playfully. "And don't do that either." He warns, taking a bite of his cereal.

You're mixing the batter to Emily's cake. She licks some chocolate off her finger and flips through her recipe. "Girl, this will take hours!" She sighs. "Are you nervous? I mean, it's a wedding cake! That's a lot of pressure." You continue to mix. "Nah! It's a small wedding." She shrugs it off. "Woowoo!" You hear Embry and Quil. In walks everyone, including Jacob. "Surprised you're here." Emily smirks at him. "Hey, I had to see y/n again." He laughs. You smile at him. "Well, I'm here permanently." You say. Paul walks behind the counter and puts his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek. "Normally, I'd say get the hell out of my kitchen, but I'm giving you an exception today." Emily says to Paul. "Thank you, Emily!" He smiles. "Oh wow! A thank you!" Jared jokes. Paul flips him off with a smirk. "Don't hate the love." You laugh. You place the bowl down on the counter to finish up your assignment Emily gave you for the cake. Paul huffs and pulls you back into him. "Hey!" You giggle. "Alright, lover boy, let the girl bake." Emily pats his shoulder. Paul groans and nods his head, walking toward the group of guys. "Yes, ma'am." He says. "I could really get used to this." Emily laughs. Sam nods his head, crossing his arms. "Yes, much better." He laughs. "Paul, I have to show you this new trick I can do while jumping off the cliff!" Embry says. "I saw you do that shit, dude. You looked dumb." Jacob teases. "Aye now." Quil warns and wraps an arm around Embry. "Don't be mean to my boyfriend." He glares. "WOAHHHH WOOOAHHH WOKKAHHG." Embry shoves him off. "Emily! Can I give y/n one more kiss?" He begs. "Quickly." She says, putting one of the cake pieces into the oven. He jumps up and gets behind you while you put icing on the base of the cake. He kisses your head over and over before you turn your head and kiss him softly. He smiles and then sits back down. "Alright, alright. I'm done." He says. "Lover boy!" Jacob sings. "Oh, loverboy!" Jared follows Jacob. Paul glares at them. "I'll kick your asses. I'm not joking." He growls. They start laughing. "There's the hothead!" Jared ruffles his hair. Paul grabs his hand tightly. "Ow, ow, ow." Jared laughs.

[chuulyssa]

“let me work.”

“no, i’m not letting you work until you give me some attention,” he demanded.

you scoffed loudly, still not looking up at him from your textbook. “don’t you already get enough attention from the media and the fans?”

he had to hold back a scoff, rolling his eyes at the idea. he didn’t want attention from fans. he wanted your attention! but he didn’t want to tell you that and sound like some desperate nerd — because he wasn’t! he was him after all, handsome, popular, and definitely not obsessed with you. 

“not enough, princess. besides, those people fawn over the actor!me, not the real me, ya know—”

“i don’t fawn over you at all, so i don’t know what you’re on about right now.”

“oh.” his smirk faded a bit.

that was true, he realized. you despised him, that was for certain. but he wanted you to want him the way he wanted you.

his gaze watched you intently as you wrote on your notebook, looking down at the paper and not at him. he was jealous of the paper. he wished you were looking at him instead.

but his fans would’ve threatened you until you unalived yourself if they knew. they would’ve ruined your life if they knew. you couldn’t be together, you never could.

so you sighed, once again choosing to ignore the subtle pout on his face and how you fell down the stairs one day thinking about it. how he probably thought you hated him right now, and you’d do nothing to change that.

why?

because you were a coward.

[fashionteahouse]

How would the pack react walking into Emily's house, and they're really loud, and they see their imprint sleeping on the floor?

this shall be interesting hope you enjoy :)

sleeping on the floor - pack x reader

Sam:

Boisterous noise is normal for the pack mates. Most of them talked loud of what happened during patrol and some talked about how hungry they were. The next tribe could hear their loud mouths. Sam was just ready to see his imprint. Seeing you asleep on the floor, he would make everyone silent with one word.

“Quiet.”

Firm and stern.

Kneeling to make sure that you are sleeping, he smiled softly at your figure and scoop you into his arms. You don’t even know that you had left Emily’s house until you wake up in the warm bed at the home you and Sam share.

Jared:

He talks loud. He laughs loud. He jokes loud. He enjoys it when his pack brothers are loud with him. Bringing vibrancy into the room or wherever they are, brings him immense joy.

Getting close to Emily’s home, both he and his wolf was excited to see their imprint. His pack brothers were loud as always and so was he.

Walking in and finding you asleep, his eyes zero in on you. He immediately tells everyone,

“Shut up. Y/N’s sleeping.”

It’s quiet as he walks over to you and scoops you into his arms and gently kisses your forehead.

“Just can’t keep off of the floor, huh?” he coos to you in a whisper in your ear. With that, he’s taking you home.

Paul:

Getting to Emily’s house meant getting to you. Depending on his mood, he’s in on the rowdiness or he’s just keeping to himself with you and the destination in mind.

He doesn’t mind the boisterous noise.

Pushing open the door, he finds you on the floor fast asleep. He would ask questions on why you’re on the floor later. But now, he has everyone quiet and has everyone’s attention when he grits out,

“Can you all shut the fuck up?”

You’re in his arms fast as he’s already heading out the door. You being disturbed meant that he was disturbed.

Embry:

Not minding his ribs and stomach hurting from the laughing at the jokes and shenanigans of his pack brothers, he’s making his way to Emily’s home.

He couldn’t wait to see you. Being away at patrol meant being away from you. His wolf itched to see you. The man in him itched to see you.

He stops in his tracks when he’s looking for you and finds you sleeping on the floor. Irritated that his pack brothers didn’t get the idea that you were asleep and they were being too loud.

A loud, “Shhhhh.”

It’s ringing through the house and everyone stops and be quiet.

You being picked up from the floor eases his worries as you are now in his arms being carried away. He moves out of the home so you both can go to the home that you both shared.

Jacob:

Being around rowdiness didn’t bother him. He could get just a rowdy. Especially when he disagrees with something. Loud debates that he would have with his pack brothers could be heard from anywhere.

Picking you up from Emily’s house was the thing he was looking forward to. Loud cackles rang in his ears and he enters the home to find you on the floor, asleep.

“Shut up! Shut up!”

They do shut up.

You’re picked up off of the floor and into his strong arms as he carefully takes you out of the house so he could lay right asleep with you, but, just in his bed.

Leah:

Most of the time, the loud boisterous voices got on her nerves. She joined in here and there if you were around, but you weren’t around this time.

You were over Emily’s and that’s where everyone was going to. They wouldn’t shut up about her food.

She just wanted to be close to you and touch you and smell you. She’s the first one through the door with you in mind. She stops in her tracks when she looks down at your sleeping figure on the floor.

“All of you! Shut the hell up.”

The pack was used to her bold nature so they indeed shut the hell up. You’re in her arms and you shift a bit from the change.

She rushed you to a bed for you to sleep in. Just somewhere where loud mouths wouldn’t be located.

Seth:

His pack brothers were talking loud and so was he. He laughed as everyone was outgoing. He liked to have fun. If there was fun and loud conversation, he would join and insert himself.

Heading in the direction of Emily’s home, he got excited as he got closer and closer to you.

Stopping at the doorway, he sees you sleeping, preventing anyone else from entering the home. They all ask him what’s his problem. Loudly.

“Y/N’s sleeping!”

Quietly, they all watch as Seth picks you up with his strength. Seth doesn’t bother to tell them that he’s leaving because he’s already out the door.

[wolfpackenthusiast]

a jacob black x reader where reader really wants a baby

Baby Fever

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Summary: Reader has baby fever

Warnings: not proofread, suggestive themes

A/N: this is a bit short, sorry dearys! + send more reqs!!!!

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After Emily and Sam had their baby, you spent a lot of time with them! Always babysitting them whenever you could, they were just the cutest!

All this time with a baby, it made you want one of your own, and so, you went to jacob.

“Jake! Don’t you see how cute Emily’s kid is??” You said happily, “yeah, they’re cute alright,” he said, pausing on working on his bike to talk to you, “c’mere,” he said, drying his hands on a rag before he pulled you into a bear hug, and you immediately hugging him back.

“Imagine if we had a kid of our own? They’d be sooo cute, too.” You murmured against him, “they sure would be, i bet they’d get your attitude.” He joked “oh be quiet.” You said, pulling away, determined to get Jacob to have the same desires as you.

“Hey Jake,” you said, jogging up to him, he’d just gotten off patrol, “hey, Y/n/n,” he said, kissing you on the forehead before messing with your hair, “I babysat Em’s kid again today,” you said, did you now?” He asked, “mhm! I was helping them walk!” You said, gushing. “Imagine if that was our kid? It’d make me really happy, you know.” You said, hinting ay what you want, “yeah, i’d be proud.” He said, going inside and washing up.

You constantly showed him and told him about babies and how you’d hinting about your guys’ non born baby, hinting at that you want a baby, at this point, it was very obvious.

And now, you’re talking with Paul, holding Emily’s baby as the pack fooled around at her and Sam’s house as usual, but you were a bit too close to Paul for Jacob’s liking.

You chatted with him, due to the noise, jacob wasn’t able to hear what you two were talking about, but then Paul got a bit handsy, he knew it might’ve been a way to spite him, but that didn’t calm his jealousy one bit.

He stood up suddenly, taking the baby out of your hands and giving them back to Emily, ushering you into their guest bedroom.

“Let’s make that baby you want oh-so badly, yea?”

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Word count: 368

[ciciyup]

Pack Wolf X Fem! Reader who doesn't reciprocate his feelings headcanons.

Summary: In their wanderings, they find their imprint as soon as they see her for the first time; However, she doesn't seem to feel the same way.

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Sam Uley:

Seeing you for the first time, he would have almost involuntarily gotten down on his knees if it hadn't been that they were in a public place and you were accompanied. It was something unique, something he didn't expect, but there you were, and Sam felt the need to get close to you no matter what. Him approaching you to talk about whatever as an excuse to get to know you wasn't rough enough; he needed to see you again.

As soon as he brought up any kind of topic he noticed how incredibly kind you were when you addressed him, but he also noticed how you didn't even seem to be feel the same. There was no spark in your eyes, no accelerated breathing, no special something that seemed to unite you. You were supposed to be soulmates, weren't you? You were supposed to be perfect for each other, so why as time went on did you seem to treat him like any other normal person? Why wasn't there "that" something in your eyes when you looked at him? Sam had imprinted himself on you, he knew it, everyone knew it, but they also seemed to notice his constant attempts to be closer to you, his constant silent pain.

You treated him well of course, you were friendly to everyone on the reservation, you were sweet to Sam more than he could ask for, but he still didn’t seem to be strong enough with his advances for you to see him the way he was expected. Even after explaining his secret and about the imprint, you seemed to try to feel a connection with him; you spent time by his side, you did everything you could, but the feeling just didn’t seem to be there. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t feel the connection and as time went on you began to wear yourself out and try to find something that just wasn’t there. Finally explaining to him that you couldn’t go on and giving him a clear rejection.

Even though your rejection seemed to hurt him much more than expected, he decided to suffer in silence, prioritizing your feelings over his. Sam would become understanding and calm, not losing his temper, even though he knew how painful it would be, knowing that imprinting shouldn't be forced. Though promising that if only you wanted him, he would be there for you, a good friend or brother, even a companion. Imprinting would involve prioritizing your well-being above all else, so Sam would do everything he could to make sure you were happy and safe, even if that meant keeping his distance so as not to make you uncomfortable.

Though Sam would try to be understanding, the pain he felt was indescribable. Even though you hadn't cut him out of your life completely, just being so far away from you would be hard to handle, starting to feel internal conflict due to the intensity of the imprint itself, having moments where it's hard for him to deal with the lack of reciprocity, seeking support in his pack or those closest to him to handle his emotions.

If you allowed them to stay close, even without a romantic bond, Sam would try to be a reliable friend, being there for you when you needed it, a shoulder to cry on, someone to tell your problems to; whatever you wanted, he would do it. Acting quite mature and empathetic, focusing on what's best for you, even if it meant giving up his own feelings.

Paul Lahote:

Being someone with an explosive temper, Paul probably wouldn't handle rejection well. Trying to get close to you intensely as soon as he meets you, mistaking your lack of reciprocation for shyness or fear towards him, as if you weren't looking at him confused enough since you barely know him and he already seemed to know you all your life. Even though you treated him friendly, he could immediately tell that there didn't seem to be that emotion in your chest upon meeting him, leading to frustration with the pack, following him on the way home, trying to reassure him and explain to him that it would take some time and you would finally agree. It didn't.

Despite his frustration, the instinct to protect you would be greater, as seeing you every few days wouldn't be enough to calm him down, frequently showing up to make sure you were okay, even without you asking, which could seem invasive.

Over time, Paul would have several changes in attitude; The great irritability would be clear to everyone in the pack, and the growing, unstoppable pain would lead him to have fits of rage at anyone who crossed his path, though he would avoid taking it out on you, deciding to walk away, which only made it worse by being away from you. He would feel hurt and disoriented, not being able to understand how it was possible that you didn’t feel the same; you were made for each other, he had imprinted on you. Why was nothing happening? Why was it different with you when you were supposed to be the perfect match for each other?

You tried, you seemed to try many times, more than you could imagine, wishing you could feel the same so that both of your suffering would end, but it wasn’t like that; you couldn’t manage to feel anything and you couldn’t force yourself any further.

Although Paul was unconditionally devoted to you because of the imprint, he would also begin to realize that forcing your feelings was not only unfair to you, but painful to both of you. Trying to stay away and trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Even though Paul was stubborn, he wasn't completely insensitive. His loyalty to the pack and its values would drive him to show respect for your feelings and be a silent support for you. Understanding that imprinting didn't mean control or obligation for you, he would start to act more understanding and respectful, prioritizing what you wanted. Still, he couldn't help but care about you, protecting you whether silently or not from any danger, be it supernatural or human, trying to do so discreetly so as not to make you uncomfortable.

With time and the help of Sam or the other pack members, Paul could accept that their bond cannot be forced. Choosing to be close to you as a friend or support in your life if you so desired, and if so, he would remain as someone protective and loyal, focusing on your well-being and happiness. Although rejection would not be easy for Paul, as he would feel a void in not being able to live the fullness he expected from imprinting, he would learn to accept it with resignation and maturity and less impulsiveness. Even without reciprocation, Paul would continue to feel a connection and be willing to do or be whatever you wanted without expecting anything in return.

Embry Call:

He had always heard about the stories of imprinting and its importance; most of his companions in the pack already had their imprints, although he understood it, he never really understood it, until he met you. It was a very strong pass on the ball, making his companions ask him to go get it, being the closest, and at the edge of the water there was you, who quickly grabbed the ball that was hitting your feet to give it to its owner.

The first contact was different, very different from what Embry had imagined; everything seemed to stop after seeing you, the waves of the sea and the noise of his companions playing seemed far away and took a backseat; everything was reduced only to you. Approaching somewhat nervously, not knowing how to act, he managed to have a brief chat with you, internally hoping that you would agree to see him again. Yes, of course he had noticed your great lack of emotion or bright eyes; It wasn't how his companions had told him in their own experiences, but Embry wanted to believe that maybe it was different with you, maybe it would take a little longer.

Although he approached it with patience and understanding, he would still be confused after not noticing any change in his advances towards you without achieving anything, trusting more than he should, with a silent hope that, with time, you could come to feel something for him. However, he would never act selfishly to force this possibility.

Embry would begin to experience an internal struggle during the following days. Sure, he felt a deep and unbreakable connection towards you, but, on the other hand, the lack of reciprocity on your part would cause him emotional pain. Although he would not be upset with anyone, much less with you, the feeling would squeeze his chest tightly. At those times he would try to seek help from the pack, trying to understand and deal with his pain, some of them even trying to advise him or encourage him to focus on your needs instead of his feelings so he wouldn't suffer so much.

In the face of your rejection, Embry would react immediately; the pain was inevitable, but the imprinting would lead him to accept this reality, putting his personal feelings on the back burner. Even if you didn't feel anything towards him, Embry would dedicate his life to protecting and supporting you, your well-being being his priority. Behaving gently, making sure not to cross boundaries that would make you feel uncomfortable. Being close to you when you needed him, acting as a calm and reliable guardian. He would try to establish a friendly relationship with you if you wanted it. Trying to understand your interests, your passions and the things that made you happy, adapting to your needs. Probably looking to spend time with you casually, so that the pain of separation in the bond that united you didn't hurt him too much, but at the same time he would try not to suffocate or overwhelm you. Trying to maintain a fun and relaxed attitude to make you feel comfortable and maintain a good atmosphere.

If you were to express at any point that you needed space or didn't want a close relationship, he would accept it, even though it would inevitably hurt him. Embry would completely respect your wishes and feelings, as well as your boundaries. Imprinting would guide him to be patient and understanding, willing to wait or just accept whatever you decided. Even if you didn't feel the same way, it would be hard for Embry to stay completely away because of the bond. Trying to be close in indirect ways, helping you without you realizing it, or making sure you were safe.

Although Embry would accept anything you asked him to be or do, he would act with great devotion, dealing with his own pain with dignity, striving to be positive in your life. The situation would be somewhat complicated and painful, but his character would allow him to find ways to cope with it without ceasing to be faithful to the bond that has been created, putting your happiness and well-being above all, only wishing the best for you, even if that meant seeing you with another person.

Quil Ateara:

At first, he might not fully understand why he was attracted to someone in particular, as it wouldn’t be something that happened consciously, but rather something instinctive. Seeing you for the first time only makes him feel confused and disoriented; he knows that he is something strong, something unique, needing to be closer to you.

His protective and caring nature would come to the fore, making him inclined to do everything he could to get closer to you and interact in some way. His pack mates would explain this to him as the poor boy seemed to still be just as confused, though unable to answer their questions as to why you didn’t seem as interested or why you didn’t seem to view him with the same affection and devotion as he had when they had first met; perhaps Sam would step in explaining that it would all be a matter of time.

While Quil would be understanding because of their bond, he would quickly become aware that you didn’t feel the same way. He could tell just by looking at you; When he arrived, There wasn't that emotion when I saw it, even if it had only been a few hours since you'd seen each other, noticing your gestures and your efforts to try to find something that didn't seem to be there, that tiredness of continuing to try something you couldn't force and that sudden distance.

This initial rejection could make him feel hurt, even if your actions weren't intentional. The pack members would be a constant support for him, but he would experience the pain internally. The impression is a powerful thing; this would make Quil put aside his regrets and feelings in order to understand you, beginning to respect your wishes and not force a relationship; however, his emotions would still be intense. He would become more attentive and protective, trying to help you in any way he could, trying to gain your trust without rushing things. He would show himself as a close friend or even a brother, doing things you liked, showing a more relaxed part of himself so you wouldn't feel pressured or uncomfortable. His desire to take care of you might be something that expresses itself in less obvious ways, such as making sure you're okay in everyday situations or trying to make you feel special.

If you were to continue to reject any attempts at closeness, whether romantic or emotional, Quil could go through severe pain due to imprinting. His nature would push him to fight for you in whatever ways necessary to even have some sort of relationship with you, even if it was minimal, but his respect for your own boundaries would keep him in check. Acceptance would be difficult, but over time, Quil could learn to live with the deep connection he feels towards you, without trying to pressure you. Making it clear to you that he would be there for you if you wanted it, like a brother or a friend, taking your health and happiness as a priority, and if you were to continue not wanting any interaction with him then Quil would accept it, prudently staying away, even trying to take care of you silently, since the bond would not let him go away completely.

Although he would approach the subject with enough maturity and patience, the pain would still be there and would not go away completely, affected by the events and why it had not worked out as expected with him regarding the imprint. He would leave room for you to make your own decisions without interfering and accepting what you wanted, but even deep down wishing that one day you could feel the same as he felt for you.

Jared Cameron:

He's confused. The imprint was supposed to be an unbreakable and deep bond, something that makes you feel like the person you're imprinted with is the only one who can fulfill your deepest needs, just as the other person should feel, in a way, the same, practically incomplete if the other wasn't there. What had gone wrong? You make him feel a great desire to protect and care for you, but in the face of this the reality check comes faster than he could prevent, realizing that you don't actually share the same feeling.

His astonishment was inexplicable, since it was incredible how in one moment he was playing with his companions and in the next seconds he saw you and everything seemed to stop. The experience was transformative and overwhelming, but it also came with the weight of understanding that you didn't feel the same. Jared can realize it, perhaps not quickly enough to notice it the first time he sees you, trying to deal with his own feelings in between, but as the days go by and as he gets closer to you, he could tell. He understood it immediately; He couldn't force you to love him on the same level. It seemed to hit him like a bucket of cold water, trying to process it as maturely as he could, but with it came frustration due to the unbreakable connection he felt and the lack of reciprocation from you; it was a constant, throbbing pain that he never imagined feeling.

The imprint bond would make him understand in part that he couldn't rush or force your feelings, just as his own personal integrity would make him understand and cope with it. He would make him respectful of your space, being kind and calm. Adopting a supportive stance, hoping that, in time, you would come to understand and accept the connection between you with or without a relationship in between.

Jared would feel a strong need to protect you due to the imprint. Driving him to be close, more than you would want. Despite his desires to be close to you, Jared would be aware of his limits, avoiding being evasive, but intervening discreetly if you were in danger. Even though the imprint makes him feel like you are his “everything,” he would understand the need to not be dominant or possessive, given that you don’t share the same feelings. Even though your rejection was already expected by him, when it comes, it seems harder to digest than he had imagined. Knowing that this was what you wanted, Jared would respect it by putting aside his thoughts and feelings to please you, trying to balance his desire to be close to you with the need to give you space and time to process what was happening.

Over time Jared would learn not to idealize this in a destructive way, even though the bond makes him think that you are the person he is meant to be with, he also understands that nothing can be forced. And even if you weren’t ready to feel the same or directly didn’t want anything with him, Jared wouldn’t pressure you, but he wouldn’t stop being there, waiting patiently.

Seth Clearwater:

When he first saw you, the world seemed to stop. The connection was instant and overwhelming; the imprint completely transformed him. Of course, he had heard of his pack mates and often saw them with their mates, but this seemed to be something much more intense than Seth could have imagined. You become the center of his universe, not just as a potential mate, but as someone to protect and care for no matter the consequences. The intensity of the feeling overwhelms him, but also fills him with hope and happiness.

Being sweet and genuine, Seth would not force his presence in your life, but would instead seek to approach you in a natural way. Starting with a few casual one-liners about the day, following it up with a few topics that led him to ask for your name, as well as his presence and humor, would have him confidently asking you to see him again. The following days he would show his kinder and more generous side: helping you with small things, making you laugh and spending time by your side as someone unconditional.

Over time, Seth would notice that, although you appreciated him and enjoyed his company, you showed no signs of feeling something deeper. Perhaps he would have noticed it much earlier, but he wanted to lie to himself believing that it was just a matter of time. Although his advances continued to be noticeable, you seemed to no longer enjoy the more intimate approach, which led you to confess that your feelings were not the same as those he had for you. This would be devastating for Seth, since the imprint was not something he could control or diminish. Despite this, Seth would not allow himself to blame or pressure you, understanding that everything should be free and mutual.

He would begin to go through an internal process of sadness and acceptance; his innate kindness would keep him focused on what was best for you. Although it would be painful for him to observe how you did not feel the same, he would commit to staying in your life in the way you wanted. In private he would lean on the pack, who comforted him and gave him advice, especially Leah, who would understand his pain due to her own experiences, helping him deal with the emotional burden.

Seth would continue to be a part of your life if you wanted him to be, and if not, then he would accept it with great internal pain, but accepting of your wishes, watching over you from the shadows. He would never impose his feelings on you or expect you to reciprocate, seeking the best for you. And if you wanted to cut contact completely, then Seth would accept it without complaint no matter how much pain it caused him, putting your feelings before anything else.

Despite the pain, Seth would maintain his hopeful nature by looking for ways to adapt, learning to handle his unrequited feelings and channeling them into something positive. He would dedicate himself to protecting you from a distance or focusing on strengthening relationships with his family and pack. Over time he could learn to balance his imprint with his own need to move on, although the connection would never completely disappear.

Jacob Black:

He had always found the subject of imprinting strange and even aberrant; seeing how his companions seemed to abandon themselves so that someone else could practically take them as if they were their own to do with as they pleased was simply something Jacob didn't seem to or wanted to understand. Everything changed when he saw you; he now understood what everyone was talking about. He feels the powerful pull of imprinting, an unbreakable bond that reconfigures his world around you. His senses sharpen, his heart beats hard, and the need to be close to you becomes overwhelming. In that instant you become his absolute priority, overriding any other connection or concern.

Jacob would look for ways to approach you naturally, using his charisma and sense of humor as tools to gain your trust. He would try to become a close and constant friend in your life, willing to listen to you, support you, and protect you from any danger, even if you weren't aware of the extent of his commitment.

Over time, Jacob would probably manage to become an important figure in your life. He would accompany you in your everyday problems, offering you solutions or simply his presence. His actions, driven by imprinting, would be selfless and focused on your well-being. However, as the relationship progresses, he begins to notice that although you appreciate him and feel comfortable, you show no signs of developing feelings towards him. Although you try hard to give and surrender to him, you know that you cannot match his commitment; despite your constant attempts, you just don’t succeed.

Once you confess to Jacob and give him the clear rejection, he would experience an emotional storm. His pain would not come from the rejection itself, but from the inability to fulfill what he perceives as his purpose: to make you happy. It would make him rethink and ask himself if he is doing something wrong or if he is meant to live with those one-sided feelings. Even though he wants you to see him the same way, he wouldn’t try to pressure or manipulate you due to imprinting forcing him to prioritize your desires and well-being over his own. Even though you didn’t feel the same way, Jacob wouldn’t be able to emotionally detach himself. He would continue to care for you, making sure you were safe. He would try to find comfort in friendship, focusing on being a support in your life without expecting anything in return.

If you wished instead to have no relationship with him at all, wanting to cut off contact, even though he would feel deeply hurt, Jacob would respect your decision. Having to fight his own instincts to not constantly seek you out, even going so far as to feel great constant pain and guilt, would lead him to isolate himself from the pack and his friends, constantly morphing to release pent-up tension and emotions, feeling unable to explain his suffering or find comfort.

Even though others in the pack couldn’t fully understand the pain of an unrequited imprint, they would offer comfort and support; Even Sam would try to guide him to handle his feelings so that the bond wouldn't be so painful.

Jacob would learn to deal with frustration and pain, taking comfort in secretly caring for you if you didn't want him around, and if that wasn't it, then he would settle for being a good friend in your life. Despite the lack of reciprocity, the bond wouldn't fade. The imprint is eternal, and although the pain might soften with time, he would always feel a special connection to you.

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[cece693]

HI BABY!! i read your jasper hale kiss marry kill thing , and i loved , however , i was wondering if you could make one like that but with jacob? :) no pressure!!

Spin The Bottle

pairing: jacob black x gender neutral reader tags: reader and Jacob like each other, but neither make a move, resolved feelings, slight jealousy from Jacob, no timeline but everybody is of age and have turned into wolves, ambiguous if reader is a wolf or not

The flickering glow of the bonfire danced across everyone’s faces, laughter mixing with the gentle roar of the ocean behind you. The smell of salt and burning driftwood filled the air as conversation hummed around the circle of friends on the shore. It was yet another perfect La Push night, and you couldn’t help but feel utterly content—especially with Jacob Black sitting nearby, his smile a constant beam of sunshine in the firelight.

Quil nudged Embry with a grin. “Alright, enough gossip. How about a game?”

Leah raised an eyebrow. “Game? What did you have in mind?”

“Spin the bottle,” Seth suggested enthusiastically, which earned an amused groan from Leah and a chorus of chuckles from the others.

Jacob’s eyes flickered over to you before he could hide it, but you noticed—how could you not when his gaze was so warm? Heat crawled up your cheeks, and you swallowed hard. Something in the air felt charged. You had a hunch Jacob was hoping the spin of a simple glass bottle might just change the dynamic between you two. And maybe part of you hoped for the same.

You shrugged, feigning a casualness you didn’t really feel. “Sure, I’m in.”

Everyone shuffled into a tighter circle, the bottle placed in the center of the makeshift ring on the sand. Paul let out a low whistle and flicked his hand at you with a teasing grin. “You’re first.”

Chuckling nervously, you took the bottle and gave it a tentative spin. Jacob’s knee brushed yours as he stretched out his legs, closer than ever, and you found yourself silently chanting, Please let it stop on him…

But Fate had a funny way of ignoring the best-laid hopes. The bottle slowed and landed on someone else—Embry. A quick hush fell over the group, and then they all burst into laughter or groans, depending on their sense of humor.

Embry lifted his eyebrows in playful surprise. “Guess that’s me,” he said, trying to hide the slight awkwardness in his voice.

You felt a knot form in your stomach. You didn’t dislike Embry—he was a great friend—but this was definitely not the outcome you’d been hoping for. Still, a game was a game, so you offered him a small, friendly smile. Leaning forward, you pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. It was over in a heartbeat—no sparks, no real connection, just the brush of lips and the warm flush of embarrassment flooding your face.

Jacob’s gaze flicked away so quickly you barely caught the disappointment etched across his features. The rest of the pack cheered, teased, and kept the game rolling, but Jacob was suspiciously quiet. Only a few moments later, he stood up, brushing sand from his jeans.

“Hey, guys,” he said, trying—and failing—to sound casual, “I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m feeling a little tired.” You blinked, watching as he turned away from the group. You knew perfectly well that Jacob never left a bonfire this early, especially when everyone was in high spirits. Without missing a beat, you scrambled to your feet.

A few people in the group noticed. “You okay?” Leah asked quietly, her eyes flicking between you and Jacob.

“I’m fine,” you answered with a tight smile. “I just need some air or something.” You hurried after Jacob, your feet digging into the cool sand as you tried to catch up to his retreating figure. The bonfire’s light grew dimmer behind you, replaced by the shimmering moonlight on the water.

“Jake!” you called, voice subdued but urgent.

He slowed, but didn’t turn around right away. When you finally reached him, you saw his jaw was tense, shoulders rigid. “Hey,” you said gently, stepping into his line of sight. “What’s going on?”

Jacob exhaled heavily, his gaze drifting to the ocean for a moment. “It’s nothing,” he began, then laughed softly, the sound tinged with self-derision. “No, actually, it’s not nothing. I just—I really wanted that spin to land on me.”

Your heart did a little flip. “Jacob…”

He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes still averted. “I know it’s a stupid game,” he continued in a rush, “but I can’t shake how much I wanted you to kiss me instead. God, I feel like a jealous idiot.”

You reached out, fingertips just grazing his arm. “Jake, you’re not an idiot,” you assured him. The words tumbled out before you could stop yourself. “I…I wanted it to land on you, too.”

His eyes snapped up to yours, hope etched across his features. “You did?”

You nodded, feeling your pulse quicken. “Yes. I—I like you, Jacob. A lot. And I’m sorry if that kiss made you feel…well, you saw how it was—just a silly game. But you… you’re different. You matter.”

A slow smile spread across his face, warmth flooding his gaze. “I really matter?”

You let your hand slip fully into his, fingers interlocking. “Yeah, you really do.”

Jacob let out a breath he must have been holding for weeks. “If that’s how you feel, would it be okay if I—?”

You didn’t let him finish the thought. Instead, you stood on your tiptoes (or simply leaned in closer, if height wasn’t an issue) and pressed your lips gently to his. He made a small sound of surprise, but it quickly melted into contentment as his free arm came around your back, pulling you in closer. The soft, rhythmic hush of the waves against the shore mixed with the steady thrumming of your heart, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

When you finally broke apart, Jacob’s cheeks glowed with more warmth than the bonfire could ever provide. You gave him a shy, but genuine grin. “Does that make you feel a little better?”

He laughed, a bright, relieved sound. “Much better,” he admitted, gently squeezing your hand. For a moment, you stood there together, moonlight illuminating the two of you. In the distance, you could hear the pack’s chatter and laughter, and the comforting crackle of the bonfire still burned behind you. But here, in this quiet bubble on the shore, you and Jacob existed in your own world.

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Want to head back? Or do you still feel like you need some time alone?”

Jacob shook his head quickly, still looking a bit starstruck. “No, let’s go back—together.” His hand stayed firmly in yours as you both turned to walk side by side toward the bonfire.

[clesired]

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 | 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 !

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! he’s trying to pay attention, he really is. but you’re just too damn sweet!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, second person limited omniscient ( embrys thoughts ), 1.0k words!

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Okay, he knows he’s supposed to be listening right now—the math test is in three days and it’s crunch time.

He knows he should be furiously scribbling down every word that leaves your pretty lips so that he even has a chance at getting a decent grade.

He knows.

But that’s simply an impossible ask of him when you’re sitting right there. His sweet little imprint.

He feels himself begin to smile as he watches you, chin resting in his hand as he leans against the table.

The way your nimble fingers wrap around your pencil, your nails dancing across the page of his math textbook as you explain a particular formula.

You could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d still be obsessed.

“So when you’re looking at right angles and you only have the opposite and hypotenuse, you want to calculate for-”

Your words are flowing in one ear and out the other as he continues to smile. The sound of your voice—so soft and sweet. It’s like a melodic tune singing straight to his heart.

The other guys are always giving him shit for ‘going soft’ but he couldn’t care less.

The way he sees it—the ones with imprints get it, and the ones without imprints wish they could.

He’s so lost in his internal gloating about having you that he almost misses when you stop talking, staring at him expectantly.

Shit.

He chuckles nervously as he slowly sits up a little straighter. “Uh…four?” He asks more than he states, smiling sheepishly.

He allows himself to relax when he sees you shake your head in amusement, knowing he didn’t make you upset.

“Em, I asked if you understood how to calculate sine now.” You chuckle sweetly, and just like that—he’s sucked in all over again.

God, your laugh.

If he could, he would spend forever listening to that sound. There’s nothing that soothes his soul the way your laughter does.

He chuckles along with you, leaning forward and grabbing your hands. His large digits engulf yours as his thumbs gently sweep along your knuckles.

Pulling them up to his mouth, he kisses the back of each hand. “I’m sorry, princess.” He murmurs quietly, lips brushing against your skin. “You’re just too damn sweet right now, baby. Got me all distracted.” He kisses your hand again, smiling when it makes you giggle.

“Not even doing anything, Em.” You murmur softly, and he’s immediately shaking his head in denial.

“Not true, princess.” He refutes, scooting his chair back and pulling you into his lap—uncaring of whether or not his mom walks in on you two like that.

He’s pretty sure she’s not going to say anything against it anyway. His mom loves you.

Not only are you the only reason he even goes to school—the wolf in him not allowing him to spend too long apart from you; but you’ve also been the main motivator in helping him repair his strained relationship with his mother.

And it’s been getting better—it really has. A month ago, he wouldn’t have dared to sit at the kitchen counter to do homework with you like he is right now; worried his mom would just find another issue to start an argument over.

It’s because of you, his sweet girl, that he’s been slowly getting his life back onto track.

He nuzzles into your neck, humming softly as his large hands run up and down your back. “Mm, you smell good, baby. Smell like me.” He mumbles lowly, and you let out a soft snort.

“You and your wolf nose.” You mutter wryly.

His only response is to playfully nip at your ear before chuckling softly, tightening his hold on you. “Smell sweet too.” He continues, lips trailing down your neck.

“Sound sweet, look sweet, feel sweet.” On and on he goes, continuing to breathe you in. Everything about you is just so damn sweet.

Your scent drives him crazy, makes him all fuzzy and fuck- if he runs a little hot because of his shifter genes—then he’s absolutely scorching from within because of you.

He pulls back just enough to take in your sweet expression—cheeks looking as hot as his skin feels, pretty lips parted ever so slightly, and eyes absolutely sparkling.

He groans softly, resting his forehead on your chest. He shakes his head a little as he tightens his hold on you yet again.

“It’s too much, princess. Can’t focus with you being all cute right now. M’sorry.” He mumbles into your skin, continuing to inhale your scent unabashedly.

Your hands fall to his shoulders, fingers gently kneading into the strong muscles as you hum softly.

“That’s okay, honey.” You kiss his head softly, and he feels you smile when he melts into you a little further.

After a moment, he suddenly stands up—lifting you into his arms with ease as he moves you to the living room, laying you out on the couch before turning on the TV and joining you.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, effectively spooning you as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Let’s just do this instead, okay? Got Sam helping me study tomorrow at Emily’s.” He says softly, feeling a wave of relief when you nod, sinking back into his arms.

Of course he made back up plans. He knew from the beginning that there was no chance he’d be able to focus with you teaching him—but when you’d offered to help him study, expression so sweet and earnest—how could he say anything but yes?

It’s just downright illegal to tell you no and that’s a fact, so what was he supposed to do?

“As long as you study before the test, we can do this for as long as you like, baby.” You respond as he nuzzles into your neck once more.

“Of course, princess.” He pecks your neck softly. Who is he to argue with his sweet girl?

As you both settle further into the couch to watch the movie, you look up at him, eyes twinkling yet again as you smile mischievously.

“At least you lasted longer than last time.”

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! fun fact: embrys entire personality just becomes girlfriend™️ after he imprints, true story. i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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[findmeinforks]

Understanding - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

A little break up, make up one shot while I work on part two of stay 💕 as always, let me know what you think! 2.4K Words ❤️

You had been understanding. You had been so, incredibly, unbelievably understanding. You had been kind, patient, considerate. You had thrown every insecurity away in your mind. You shoved your feelings right down your throat.

But that was over with now.

Now, you faced him. In the middle of the yard, your throat agonizingly raw from yelling. You were shocked he hadn't phased yet, but he knew the minute he did you would take off. The pack, watching from afar and unbeknownst to you, were also shocked at his restraint.

"I would NEVER do anything to hurt you. Why won't you believe that?"

You laughed wetly through the tears. You were down right manic over what he didn't comprehend.

"Really?? You don't understand why I would be upset by ANY of this? Are you that fucking blind?"

Paul huffed through his nose, attempting to control his temper.

"I have a job, Y/N. There's new bloodsuckers popping up every day now and we have to make sure we're ready for anything. That means stacking up our numbers against them. Guy or girl, they have to be trained."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes,

"And don't you find it at all peculiar that everyone else is out on their own but you're STILL having to train this same girl? DAY IN AND DAY OUT?!"

He sighed.

"She should be ready, I know. But every time we get on patrol, she gets fearful and fails at basic exercises. Sam has me spend extra time with her."

You threw up your hands as if the answer was obvious, "Then TELL Sam to have someone else take a turn?"

"She only likes training with me."

Your eyes went wide, and all you saw was red.

"AND THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU ANY FUCKING CLUE THAT MAYBE SHES FAILING ON PURPOSE FOR YOUR ATTENTION? THAT MAYBE SHE DOESNT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IMPRINTS? THAT MAYBE PERHAPS SHE HAS DIFFERENT INTENTIONS?"

Paul shook his head, him now scoffing.

"It's actually really hard to learn to navigate being a wolf. That's something YOU don't seem to understand."

You think you had lost your mind. It seemed as though the world crumbled around you, his words ringing in your ears from the impact. That was not something the imprint you knew before this would have ever dared say to you. It wasn't that you believed Paul would ever be disloyal, but your instincts were damn sure this girl wanted him to be.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"You're right. I don't. You need to be with someone that understands. We're done."

Paul stepped back like he had taken a blow to the chest. His eyes softened now.

"You....you don't mean that."

You headed towards your car, not being able to face the broken look in his eyes.

"Y/N, wait," he reached out, and even though you were mad, a part of it killed you to deny him.

You shook your head, new tears rehydrating their original streaks.

You sniffled, and took a deep breath.

"I'm tired, Paul. I'm tired of waiting up for you. I'm tired of being left unanswered for hours. I'm tired of making plans that just get canceled. Im tired of being lonely. And most of all, I'm tired of being disappointed."

He grabbed your arm before you could fully get in, and you saw Sam emerge, still at a respectable distance from the two of you.

"Baby listen, okay, I'm sorry. I can do better I-"

"You've said that before Paul. This is not the first time we've fought about this."

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes now.

"Please. Don't." He whispered.

He almost made you cave. You so badly wanted to stay. But you also knew if you did, it would be the same reoccurring cycle. He had to know you were serious. You wanted the relationship you had before she came along. Until you were sure you would get that again, you had to leave.

"I have to go. Call me when your priorities change." You said as you gently pulled out of his grip and shut the door. And with that, you took off to your father's place.

-

Paul stood planted in the same spot you had left him, shattered. What had he done?

He felt a small hand on his shoulder, a feminine voice in his ear,

"Maybe it was for the better. She seems like a total bitch."

Paul's blood turned cold. It was as if in that very moment, he had come to his senses. The smoke had cleared in his crowded mind. You were right. Of course you were right. All the stress that had been on his plate, he hadn't been thinking clearly at all.

He came to realization now, and it was too late.

Paul yanked away his arm, turning with a fury in his eyes to the woman behind him. She shrunk back under his gaze, feigning an innocence he knew good and well was all fake.

He trembled with anger, barely registering that Sam was now in between him and the girl. Paul pointed a finger at her, teeth gritting with anger.

"Get. The FUCK. Away from me."

Paul ripped apart as he phased, having it bottled up for far too long, and dashing off like a mad man into the woods.

The woman gaped like a fish, starting to babble, turning to Sam for reassurance.

"I didn't do anything I-"

Sam huffed a breath through his nose, "You heard him. I think it would be best if you left. Embry's cousin or not, you are no longer welcome here. That's an order."

Sam shook his head, running a hand through his hair as she stormed off. He felt guilty for letting it get like this. He had some suspicions about her joining the pack, seeing as she was always gravitating towards Paul, but he had shrugged it off, too occupied with everything else going on.

Sam also knew too well what it was like to hurt an imprint. Physically or emotionally, the bond felt all the same. Strict alpha or not, he valued Paul as a brother, and just hoped you would come back for him.

-

As Paul laid his head onto his pillow, he watched the days go by before him. Being forced to come eat dinner by Emily and whenever he had patrol were just about the only times Paul left his bed. He would call you once a day, sometimes with a small hope you'd answer, and sometimes just to hear your voicemail. After his patrol shifts ended, he would often sneak off to your house, just to make sure he'd know you were safe, if even from a mile away.

-

"Do you think she'll ever come back?" Kim asked Jared quietly one day, after watching Paul barely eat his food and sulk back up to his room.

"I don't know honestly. Y/N is just as stubborn as he is. But I do miss him. I've never in my life seen Paul like this. His internal thoughts are depressing as hell..."

Kim sighed, "It's not like she's doing any better. She finally answered my call yesterday, and I had to double check who I was talking too. She's miserable, Jare."

He shrugged, "I mean what can we do about it babe? You can't get involved in people's business like that."

"They're not people. They're family." She mumbled as she clutched her coffee mug.

-

Another week had gone by, the pack all sitting in the kitchen getting ready to eat.

"Boys. We have information on the new vampires in town," Sam announced as he walked through the door with Jacob.

"They're after Bella. She had a run in with that red head we keep chasing to the border every night. Her boyfriend had tried to kill her so the Cullen's killed him, and now this bitch is assembling an army to take her out for revenge." Jacob relayed.

This grabbed Paul's attention. If they were after your sister, that meant you were in danger.

"We're going to help them fight. Our people are at risk if we let this get out of hand, or if the Cullen's lose. But until the army comes here, we're going to be sharing shifts with them to watch over the Swan house," Sam said, looking at Paul who was heading out the door.

"Paul."

"You can watch Bella from a distance. I'm taking my imprint home," he slammed the front door.

"I can't imagine that's gonna go good." Embry mumbled.

-

Your body jolted upright from the couch at the abrupt knocking on the front door. You hadn't been expecting anyone, Bella out doing who knows what with Edward, and Charlie hours away on a fishing trip.

Opening the door your breath caught in your throat.

"What are you doing here?"

"We have to go. Now." He said sternly, ignoring your bewildered look as he flew past you and up the stairs to your room.

"And just who the hell do you think you are?!" You stormed after him, appalled he was barging in your house like this.

"There's an entire army of vampires on the hunt for your sister. You're not safe here, I'm taking you to Emily's." he said as he grabbed a suitcase and started throwing random clothes in.

"You don't own me Paul Lahote. I'm not going anywhere with you." You crossed your arms as you looked at him incredulously.

He refused to look you in the eye as he spoke, his breathing heavy from your scent,

"It is still my job to protect you whether we're together or not. You don't have to talk to me at all if you don't want too, and you can sleep in the spare bedroom" He said as he continued to pack.

You laughed.

"Come to Emily's with her there? I think the fuck-"

"She's not there anymore."

"Ohhhh so because she's gone you care about me again."

He stopped, this time turning to look you in the eyes for the first time in two weeks.

"Don't you ever fucking say that. I could give a shit less about her. It's always been you. I'm....look, I'm sorry I didn't make you believe that before. You were right. And I was so unbelievably wrong. I understand why you don't want to be with me anymore. I'm not asking you to forgive me. Im asking, just for the time being, that you do this so that I know you are safe....please."

You wish you could have stopped the tears that welled up in your eyes. A part of you wanted to stay mad forever, just to make a point. But the other just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Two weeks felt like two years apart from him, and your heart so desperately ached to be near him again.

"Fine," you whispered.

Paul looked like he wanted to say something more, his eyes lingering on yours, but he decided against it, zipping up your bag and heading to the truck.

-

Once you both arrived to Emily's the pack headed out to train with the Cullen's, leaving you both and Kim at the kitchen table.

"So you guys.....didn't make up?" Kim asked disappointed.

You shook your head, "He just wanted me here. He apologized and said he wanted me to be safe. It was left at that."

Emily reached her hand over into yours,

"Do you want to be with him?" She asked genuinely.

"I.....I mean," you sighed. "Of course I want to be with him. I just was so angry, you know?? I didn't like feeling that way in our relationship. Alone."

The girls nodded understandably.

"If it helps, he's been an absolute wreck without you. I think if anything it was a wake up call." Kim offered.

"I haven't been exactly living the best either," you slightly chuckled.

"Well. We are more than excited to have you back in the house. That being said, I'm going to need both of your help with dinner." Emily smiled as she looked at the clock, standing up.

You grinned, happy to at least be here with your friends.

-

It was the night before the fight. Everything was quiet, but you lie awake, your mind racing. You hadn't said much to Paul in the three days you were here. There were lingering stares, brushing past eachother occasionally in the hall, but no conversations had been had. You felt a pit in your stomach at the idea of this fight. What if something happened and you never got to see him again? What if the last thing you had between you two was this awkward tension? The more you thought about it, the faster the tears spilled down your cheeks. You sniffled hard.

A gentle knock at the door startled you, getting up you frantically tried to wipe them away.

There he stood on the other side, leaning against the frame. His eyes looked so exhausted, like he hadn't gotten sleep either in days. "Whats wrong?" He said softly, taking a look at your face.

His gentle voice was enough to send you flying into his embrace. You arms wrapped around him as you sobbed into his neck.

He held your waist as he walked you both backwards into the room, shutting the door. His hand caressed your face as he leaned his cheek on your forehead.

"Hey, hey. Shhhh. I'm right here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe."

You leaned back just enough to look at him, shaking your head. Your voice was broken and trembling,

"I-I don't care that I'm safe. T-tomorrow. A-and you. What if we never-"

Paul used both hands to cradle your face.

"Hey. Listen to me. Everything will be okay. This is what we've been training for. It's us and the Cullen's against them, our numbers are stronger. I'll be fine, alright? I'm just happy you're here and away from harm."

"I can't live without you. I love you." You whispered.

Paul instantly kissed you. It was like a wave of relief and happiness washed over you as you kissed him back with every ounce of passion you could muster.

Both your tongues danced as you refused to pull away from eachother. Paul bent down only for a moment to hoist you up in his arms, taking you into his room instead.

Unfortunately due to advanced hearing, the house was no longer quiet that night.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

embry, i'm coming home

pairing; embry call x reader

warnings; kissing i guess idk

just getting back into this, tell me your thoughts and stuff - maybe even request a thing or two

summary; you're Quil's sister, and go over to confront Embry about ditching him, and instead, he imprints on you.

Being Quil's twin sister, you'd known Embry pretty much forever. Growing up beside each other, you'd always thought he was cute, but you never told Quil. You already knew he'd never allow it. It also wasn't something you wanted to do to them, if anything were to happen, it would shift the whole group dynamic, and no one wanted that.

You two had always loved each other, and you both knew it.

But when Embry had started ignoring all his friends... well, it really pissed you off.

Quil and Jake were left sad, upset but mostly confused. What was Embry up to that they couldn't know about? What was Sam Uley doing to these guys that turned them into such a tight lipped, secretive little club.

You were tired of seeing Quil so devastated, and one day, after he got home and locked himself in his room. You'd had enough of it.

Embry didn't have to hang out with them if he didn't want to, but he didn't have to be a dick about it either.

So you got into your mom's car, and drove over to his house. The silence of the broken car stereo just egged your anger on more, making it. And as you thought of what to say, it got more and more irritated.

Parking in the laneway of Embry's house, you saw there were no cars in the drive. And you were thankful for that, no one around to witness you yelling at him for being a shitty friend.

You knocked loudly a couple times, but no one came to the door. You tried peaking in through the window, and didn't see his mom or anyone else in the living room, so she must not have been there. You weren't leaving without answers, so you dug the spare key out of it's hidden spot in the big flower pot out front, wiping the dirt off on your pant leg, you let yourself into his house.

There was music playing softly in his room, he always let it play while he slept. Something you used to find endearing, but right now it somehow also made you mad.

You pushed open the door to his room, and there he was, laying face down, sheets tangled around his legs, back and muscles on full display. If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't even believe this was Embry, he looked so different. His short hair was messy, sticking up in random spots from tossing and turning. He'd always been a restless sleeper.

You picked a random trinket off his dresser, an unsolved rubicks cube, and threw it at him, the sharp corner hitting him on the back, and he sprung up, confused and disoriented at the sudden intrusion.

"Get up," you said, crossing your arms.

"What?" He tried to blink himself awake, holding himself off the bed, flexing his strong arms, subtly cracking your resolve without trying to. In this moment, he was Embry again. Confused, tired, looking at you with sleep in his eyes.

And when he looked at you, a wave of calm ran over you. All the yelling you planned to do washed away, and it all seemed silly now, unimportant. Your heart was beating heavily, and you wanted to run to him. Wanted to kick him, and fight him and kiss him all at once.

Embry was still Embry, you could feel it. But why did he leave you?

"I missed you," you said, voice cracking as you tried to stay calm, unable to yell at him. Unable to find the anger you'd drove over here with.

He scrambled to get up, confusion leaving his face. And he was looking at you like he always did. His body was different, but his eyes, his eyes were his. You felt drawn to him, like gravity had shifted entirely, like you belonged in this room with him. Like you belonged beside him at all times.

"I missed you," he said, acting as if he'd never left. As if he'd never been missing. And everything suddenly felt normal again. Like there weren't any secrets. He came closer, hesitant. Slowly making his way across the small room, stopping just before you. "I've really, really missed you."

There was no reason for it, but tears welled in your eyes, running down your cheeks before you could stop it.

"Then why did you leave?"

"I didn't have a choice," he said, "but that's different now."

"Since when?"

"Since right now."

The tears kept falling, and no one moved. Embry looking down at you sadly, his heart aching at the sight of you crying. He wondered how many times you'd cried over him before today, how many nights you wondered where he is, or why he wouldn't call you back. You had been the hardest to leave behind, even more than his friends. Maybe there was a small part of his subconscious that always knew you two were meant for each other. Like his mind knew to just wait for this moment.

He was the first to make move, bringing his hand up to wipe some of the tears off your cheek.

"It wasn't fair," you sobbed, desperate to wrap yourself around him, but you resisted.

"I know," he said.

"I called."

"I know."

"You weren’t supposed to leave me like that."

"I know," he said again, brushing your hair behind your ears. His warm touch soothing you, making the tears stop. Bringing a sense of comfort you'd been missing for weeks. "Never again."

"Promise?"

"I promise." Embry held his hands against your cheek, his long fingers grazing the edges of your hair, holding you steady and softly, keeping his eyes locked on you. "I will never let you down again." He placed a soft kiss to your forehead. "My life is yours."

"Embry," you sighed softly, confused but leaning into the moment. It all felt right. Like you believed him, you knew he was sincere. You'd barely talked about anything but he wasn't lying to you, you knew that somehow. "Will you tell me why?"

"Yes," he answered. "Anything and everything, I'll explain it all."

"No secrets?"

"Not from you," he said, "I'll never keep anything from you again."

The two of you were still standing in his doorway. And you still wanted answers, today. But... in a minute.

Embry's heart raced as he looked down at you. His imprint, his girl. The one who's always had his heart. The one who he'd already loved. Without thinking, he leaned down to scoop you up. Picking you up like you weighed nothing at all, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, faces inches apart. And he just looked at you, eyes filled with love and devotion. Like you'd been apart for hours, not weeks.

And then you kissed him. You leaned into him and pressed your lips to his, feeling the softness you always dreamed about. It was beautiful, the way your mouths moved together slowly. Him following your lead, spreading his hands over your back and holding you as close to him as possible. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, pressing your chest into his.

Nothing had ever felt more right than this. No moment ever as perfect.

He brought you to the bed, setting you down gently, barely ever breaking contact with his lips. And one of his hands moved back to your cheek, caressing the soft skin as he climbed on top of you, settling between your legs, pressing your bodies together like he belonged there. You moaned into him, inviting his tongue into mouth. It was slow and sensual, and took the time to learn what you liked, what your body reacted to.

Embry was the first to pull away, even though he didn't want to, but he had to stop. Didn't want to rush anything, take anything too far too soon. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful.

"I'm so sorry," he said kissing your nose, then your cheek, then right by your ear, making you moan and push your chest up into him. "I will be sorry for hurting you for as long as I live."

"I forgive you," you whispered, and it was like he was set free. Everything about today had set him free. Free to be with you, to tell you the full truth.

He'd never really left, watched over you and Quil. Checking in on you before and after his patrols. Making sure you got to work safe, and home again.

"Will you come see Quil again?" and you could tell by the guilty look on his face, that no, he wouldn't be able to. While things between the two of you were different now, the rift between friends have stayed the same.

"It's not like that," he said, "staying away is not something I want to do."

He rolled off of you, staying close to your side and pulling you into him, spooning you from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck. He'd never felt truly at home until this very minute.

Everything about you was home.

"I have a lot of stuff to tell you," he said. "And I'd like to get it out of the way so I can keep kissing you."

[lunajay33]

Waiting🖤 Part.2

Summary: After decades of being alone without a love of his own he finally finds her in a gloomy town of forks, his brother Edward isn’t the only lucky one

Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f! Swan reader

Warning: angsty, fluffy sunshine Emmett

Part.1

•Masterlist•

Friday came and I was a nervous wreck, I didn’t care to tell Bella or dad about this seeing as Bella has already distanced herself from me and I didn’t wanna get dads hopes up, sitting in math class, the last class of the day I kept glancing at the clock ticking closer and closer to the final bell, trying to distract myself I delved back into the worksheet infront of me, soon enough the bell rang and my heart jumped

Anxiously I threw everything into my bag and left the school straight to the parking lot, where Emmett was leaned against his silver jeep, when his eyes landed on me that bright smile stretch across his face making his amber eyes shine

“Hey gorgeous you ready for the best night of your life?” I could feel the heat rush to my face only making his smirk widen

“Not like that y/n, not yet anyways, come on hop in” he said as he held the door open for me, quickly getting in the drivers seat next to me

“Sooo um what’re we doing?”

“Thought we could go hiking, maybe get out of the cloud bank into some sunlight”

“I love hiking! Sounds like fun” finally relaxing knowing now it’s something I’m use to doing

He drove for a while out of forks to a near by hiking trail not commonly used by the public, we got out and started our journey

“So tell me a bit about yourself Angel” he said breaking the silence

“Well there’s not much to know, I’ve lived here my whole life, my sister and mom left when I was young so it’s just been me and my dad, I became homeschooled until now and I usually just read and do homework”

“Not a big social butterfly I assume?”

“Not really, what about you? Tell me everything!”

“Well I have 4 adopted siblings, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie and Edward, you’ll love Alice she’s the sweetest, I like getting out into the forest, love music and working out”

“Yeah I can tell” I smiled glancing at his bulging muscles under his long sleeve shirt

“Woah she’s got some fire in her after all” he laughed nudging my arm

“What can I say you bring it out of me” his hand grazed against mine until he went for it and intertwined his fingers through mine

“Why so nervous pretty girl? Do I fluster you?”

“Maybe, I’ve never really done stuff like this but it’s nice” I saw his features soften as he looked down at me and gently squeezed my hand

“Really? A beautiful thing like yourself, I’m surprised you don’t have boys on their knees begging for your attention”

“I think you have me mixed up with my sister” I laughed nervously

“And who might that be because I don’t even need to see her to know your beauty is beyond anything of this world”

“Emmett stop you’re just trying to make me blush, and my sister is Bella, Bella swan she’s new to the school” he stopped dead in his tracks with a shocked expression

“Bella is your sister, like your actual sister?”

“So you already know her, not a surprise”

“No it’s not that, my brother Edward has been after her since she came at the start of the week, kind of funny how two brothers can like two sisters, but I must say I got the more beautiful”

“You’re too sweet Em, I can’t believe she hasn’t said anything”

“Edward is a very awkward secretive guy I’m sure Bella is the same way maybe that’s why she hasn’t said anything”

“Can’t say you’re wrong”

He looked me up and down trying to judge something, curious

“Do you trust me?”

“I only just meet you but yeah, I do”

In an instant he flung me over his back so I was clung to him like a monkey

“Hold on tight sunshine” everything flew by in a blur, there was no shape to anything with the speed he was going, but however he was doing this it didn’t scare me or make me wonder what the hell was happening, I actually felt at peace

Soon enough he stopped as we cleared the cloud bank and the sun was beaming, he placed me gently back down on my feet and turned around, his skin was like a million tiny crystals, I was in awe by how much more beautiful he became

“Are you scared?” He asked as his face scrunch with worry

I raised my hand and traced down his cheek feeling his hard cold skin

“No quite the opposite, you’re beautiful Emmett”

“Don’t you wanna know what I am?” He asked placing his hands on my hips

“Whatever you are I’d never judge, I feel you’d never hurt me so I don’t care what you are”

“How did I get so lucky” he stated as he lifted me like I weighed a feather, wrapping my legs around his waist

“What do you mean?”

“Us vampires have mates and the moment you bumped into me in the hallways I knew you were mine, the one I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with”

“But why me, you could have anybody”

“You’re everything I’ll ever need, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you Angel, and I’ll spend the rest of eternity showing you how amazing you are”

My heart swelled with the most love I’ve ever felt and I’m lucky enough to finally find the one who will brighten my life

Taglist: @whit0912 @serenadingtigers @twilightlover2007

[prettypinkporkchop]

Could you do Jacob Black x Pregnant reader?

Steady Steps

The ground below you is an enemy. Whether it be a flat floor, the grass, or the sand. You can NOT seem to keep your balance. This baby is going to be the death of you. Blame Jake, though. He's the wolf!

You wake up in your pregnancy pillow in your guys' bed. You smell food, which, lord, you could eat right now. You get out of bed and slowly walk into the kitchen, making sure you step slow.

Jacob is outside in the garage. You can hear him working on his bike. You see breakfast laid on for you.

You touch your stomach and take an easy seat down in the chair and dig in to the plate that was placed there for you.

The door to the garage opens, and Jacob walks in. He's wiping his dirty hands on a red rag. He smiles at you and leans against the fridge. "Mornin', hot lady." He chuckles.

You barely look up at him through your eyelashes with a straight face. "Shut up. I'm a freaking balloon." You keep eating.

He sets the rag down on the counter and makes his way over to you. He stands behind you and kisses the top of your head. His hands meet your shoulders and he gently rubs.

You close your eyes in pure heaven but keep taking bites of your food.

"Feel good, my love?" He asks barely above a whisper.

You nod your head and smile in response. The way his strong hands are gentle but dig good enough to get the pressure out.

He gently pats your shoulder and stops. He kisses the top of your head again and walks to sit on the chair across from you. His brown eyes scan you with a small smile. "I love you." He says.

"I love you, too." You mumble with a mouthful.

He leans back in the chair. "Emily is doing a birthday party for Embry tomorrow."

You nod, remembering the group text she sent out. "Alrighty. I didn't forget." You smile up at him.

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At the party, you're sitting at the table eating cupcakes. Embry is opening gifts on the floor like a crazy animal. He's so excited, and it's precious! Jacob is standing behind you, his hand on your belly and more focused on you than Embry.

"Oh my God! I've been wanting this video game." He eyes Quil. "My man..." He smiles all cheesy.

"Yeah, now you'll shut up about it." Quil laughs.

"Baby," Jake leans down to your ear, "you want a drink?" He asks.

You nod your head. "But, I'm gonna make it the way I like." You smile and stand up.

Jake holds your elbows for a moment until you're fully on your feet. He let's you go, and you begin to walk towards the table set up with drinks. As you reach the table, your knees nearly give out and you wobble.

"Shit!" Sam is quick to grab you.

Jacob follows suit and takes you from Sam's arms. "Baby, steady steps, come on now." He chuckles.

Embry stops opening gifts to nervously look at you. "You alright, girl?" He asks.

You can't help but laugh and shake your head, gripping the table and looking down. "You guys are so awesome." You snort.