#jared cameron x reader

[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.

[prettypinkporkchop]

hii! if you don’t mind, can i request a paul or jared x reader where the reader is a private person and he is frustrated because the reader doesn’t post them on social media or don’t show off their relationship, which makes him a little insecure and it could end with the reader reassuring and shocked because the reader didn’t mean to be so private. sorry if it’s too long lol <3

You kiss Jared on the cheek as he picks at his dinner you cooked. He seems upset. He doesn't look at you. "Babe, what's wrong?" You sit at the dinner table across from him to eat.

He looks up and looks over you. "Did you ever post those pictures of us from yesterday's date?" He asks.

"No, babe. I haven't. You know I don't post much." You giggle and take a bite of your food. You're not lying! You rarely put anything on social media. You don't have many friends or followers. Social media for you is mainly used to see what your family is up to because you're nosey (same).

He nods his head and eats his food.

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Jared plays with the ends of your hair, which tickles your back and wakes you up.

"Good morning." You smile and then roll over to face him. You reach up and touch his face.

"Good morning, my love." He says. He stares at your face and observes your features. His eyes wander. Your hand runs up and down his side.

"You have training today. Ready to get the day started?" You ask.

He nods his head and then rolls out of bed. You both get ready and eat something small. Emily is always cooking, so you're not worried about getting full right now.

At Emily's, you sit down at the table where Rachel is. She reaches out and shows you her phone. It's a text that Jared sent to Paul.

Jared: dude is she ashamed or something? There's pics of her but none of me or both of us.

Paul: no man. She's just private. You should know that.

Jared: I do but I thought being in love, you'd want the world to know. Because I want to show her to the world.

You look up, confused. Rachel pulls her phone back to her. She bites her lip. "I didn't realize I made him feel that way." You whisper.

"I just thought you should know. This isn't the first time he's asked Paul about this." She looks at you.

"I just don't like social media that much." You sigh.

"Oh, we know. We don't blame you. Jared doesn't understand that." She touches your wrist.

"Well, it's not a big deal, I'll just post a picture of us." You take out your phone and pull up Instagram. You post a picture of both of you from your date the other night.

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You get out of the shower and go into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around you. Jared is sitting on the bed, watching you.

"Am I ugly?" Jared asks while you dry off and put his shirt on you.

You look at him with a stern face. "No." Is all you say. You plop down on the bed beside him. "I know what you said to Paul. You could've just told me how you felt instead of going to someone else. It's not even that deep. I posted a picture of us. The first picture or thing I've ever posted in like three years." You roll over and face the wall.

"Are you really acting petty over it?" He grabs your waist, pulling your back into him.

"No. I'm mad because you talked to Paul about it and not me. You know I literally never post anything. If it made you upset, I have NO issue at all showing you off. I love you. You're so attractive. You're mine, most of all. You're supposed to come to me with that shit." You sigh.

He lets you go and rolls over. You leave him be. You feel bad, but you're hurt he couldn't tell you. You're caught out of your thoughts when he sits up. You sit up and look at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you how it made me feel. But just know, you made me feel insecure." He looks ahead of him, never making eye contact with you.

This broke your heart so bad. You grab onto him and pull him into your chest. "My sweet, Jared. I'm so sorry." You rub his shoulder.

He holds onto you and breathes in your scent, calming down. His hands grip onto his shirt that's on you.

"You shouldn't be insecure. You're the sexiest man alive." You giggle and kiss his head.

He breathes out a chuckle and just nods his head.

"I swear to you, babe. I'll kill a bitch for looking at you." You continue.

"O..okay babe." He sits up and looks at you with a concerned face.

"No other woman can look at you. Breathe the same air as you." You scarily stare at him.

He slowly backs up and nods his head. "Okay. Got it."

"I know how to fight, Cameron." You warn.

"Y-yeah. Point has been made, babe. I feel a lot better. You can stop scaring me now."

You laugh and then kiss his cheek. He smiles, shaking his head and plants kisses all over your neck. "You're so silly, my love." He whispers against your skin.

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * WOLFPACK HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ — you take them lingerie shopping with you.

synopsis: how they'd react if they went shopping with their s/o and they see them looking for a new pair of lingerie/cute underwear.

pairing/s: paul lahote, jacob black, embry call, quil ateara, jared cameron, seth clearwater, sam uley, leah clearwater

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paul lahote

paul wasn’t even paying attention to what aisle you wandered into until he noticed you slow down—then stop—in front of a wall of lace, silk, and soft pastel fabrics.

at first, his brow twitches. confusion turns to amusement fast. “wait—this is what you were looking for?” he asks, voice low and already laced with mischief.

when he sees you pick up a delicate little set—lace-trimmed, pale blush—his entire demeanor changes.

smirk mode: activated.

he steps closer, arms folded across his broad chest, head tilted slightly as he watches you pretend to inspect tags. “i mean… if you’re trying to kill me, just say so.”

he doesn’t get shy. not paul. if anything, he enjoys the idea that you’re looking at something sexy for yourself—because he’s the one who gets to see it.

picks up a darker, more sultry pair and holds it out to you with a grin: “this one. definitely this one. you should try it on. for research purposes.”

if you so much as blush? he’s thrilled. will lean in and murmur something like, “don’t get all shy on me now. you started this, sweetheart.”

absolutely insists on buying it for you and wants to carry the bag out, pride written all over his face. you’re his girl—and he’s not quiet about how lucky he is.

jacob black

jacob’s totally content following you around the store, not really paying attention, until you veer off into a corner he wasn’t expecting.

the lingerie section.

his steps immediately falter. he doesn’t want to seem weird about it, but the moment he sees you scanning a rack of lacy bralettes, his ears turn bright red.

“uh… this the right aisle?” he asks, trying to sound casual, even though his voice cracks a little at the end.

you don’t even respond—you’re already holding up a set to inspect. and that’s when jacob’s brain starts to short-circuit.

he can’t stop glancing. can’t stop imagining. you in something soft and sheer, maybe in his hoodie right after.

“you… you’d look really good in that,” he mumbles without meaning to. the second he realizes it, he groans and covers his face. “shit, forget i said that.”

you laugh, and that only makes him more flustered. you teasing him? game over.

“this is so unfair,” he grumbles under his breath. “you’re not even doing anything, and i’m losing my mind over here.”

he walks out of the store with his arm around your shoulders and the most intense internal monologue of all time.

embry call

embry’s always been a little awkward with attention—especially when it comes to you. so when you intentionally drag him into the underwear section while out shopping? he’s already sweating.

he tries to play it cool. tries to keep his hands in his pockets, tries to hum some tune and look away. but he fails instantly the second you lift up something silky and say, “do you think this color would look good on me?”

he makes a choked noise. his whole body jerks slightly like he’s been electrocuted.

“i—uh—y-yeah. that’d look amazing. wait—i mean good. just—good. totally appropriate.”

he’s so red in the face. you could probably fry an egg on his cheek.

he peeks at the tag like he’s examining battle strategy, then whispers, “are you getting that for…you know. wearing around the house? or…like. just…wha—what’s the purpose?”

you tease him about being flustered and he covers his eyes.

but even through the nerves, he genuinely thinks you’re beautiful no matter what you wear. so when you ask which one he likes, he points to something soft, cozy-looking, not too flashy.

“this one,” he says quietly, handing it to you like it’s a sacred artifact. “you’d be comfortable in it. and you’d still make my heart stop.”

jared cameron

jared walks into the lingerie section like it’s the highlight of his day.

he’s not shy. not even close. “oh, we’re going in here? finally,” he jokes, grinning.

the moment you start flipping through the hangers, he’s already at your side, picking out options. “okay, but look at this one. it’s got your name all over it.”

jared treats it like a fun game. he’ll toss out ridiculous suggestions just to make you laugh, then sneak in one that actually makes you blush.

“you keep reacting like that and i will ask you to try it on right now,” he teases, voice low and teasingly serious.

he watches your face more than the clothes—lives for your flustered expressions.

if someone else walks by and gives you a look while you’re holding something sultry? jared steps closer, voice dropping: “keep lookin’ and you’ll go blind.”

he pays for it all without hesitation and tucks the bag under his arm with a proud smile.

“don’t worry, babe,” he says with a wink. “i’ll help you decide which one’s best later. in private.”

seth clearwater

poor seth. the minute he realizes you’re looking at underwear, he nearly combusts.

“oh! oh—uh—y-you’re shopping for that kind of stuff?”

he stands a full foot away from you like he might get struck by lightning just for being near a pair of lacy panties.

he keeps trying so hard not to look, but curiosity always wins.

when you hold up a cute, pastel bralette and ask what he thinks, he freezes. his mouth opens—no words come out. he just nods rapidly.

“yep. cute. definitely cute. super… lacy. i mean—lovely.”

if you tease him by grabbing something bolder, like red lace or black satin, he gasps. “that’s—um—that’s—wow. you’d—uh—you’d wear that? for… like… sleep?”

later, as you’re checking out, he tugs at your sleeve and whispers, “i think you’d look beautiful in anything… but that one? that one’s gonna live in my head forever.”

his honesty is so endearing, and his face is red the entire drive home.

quil ateara

quil’s the type to notice instantly what aisle you’re walking into—and make a comment before you even grab something.

“ohhh no. you’re doing this to torture me, aren’t you?”

he follows behind you with a dramatic sigh, hands in his hoodie pockets, eyes twinkling.

“i swear, if you hold up something with bows or frilly lace, i’m going to melt into the floor.”

and then you do—and he does.

he pretends to faint. literally leans back like he’s about to collapse. “have mercy.”

picks out a ridiculous novelty pair first (think: glitter hearts), just to make you snort. but then he finds one that’s genuinely sexy, holds it up thoughtfully, and gets weirdly quiet.

“you’d look so good in this. like, dangerous.”

when you actually buy it, he jokes the whole time—but his hand stays firmly at the small of your back.

that night, when you wear it? his first words are, “okay. yep. dead. you killed me. worth it.”

sam uley

sam is calm, composed, and entirely unreadable—at least on the outside.

the second you start browsing lingerie, he’s beside you with one eyebrow lifted. “lingerie shopping, huh?” he murmurs, voice deep and smooth.

there’s something in his tone that makes the back of your neck heat up.

he doesn’t tease. doesn’t get flustered. he just watches you with this quiet, intense gaze that says everything.

when you lift a black lace set to inspect, he steps closer. “you’d look stunning in that,” he says simply, like it’s a fact.

if another guy walks past and looks at you too long? sam’s hand tightens slightly on your hip. that protective, alpha instinct doesn’t sleep.

helps you find your size without hesitation and is absurdly practical—until you try to call him out on enjoying it too much.

“maybe i am,” he says, low and husky. “but you knew what you were doing bringing me here, didn’t you?”

by the time you leave, his arm is around your waist, and he’s leaning down to murmur in your ear, “you’re wearing that for me later. no arguments.”

leah clearwater

leah doesn’t usually linger in stores longer than necessary. she likes getting in, getting what she needs, and getting out—especially if the store’s crowded.

so when you pull her gently toward the lingerie section, she blinks, glances at the signs overhead, and says with a dry laugh, “oh, so we’re going there today?”

her tone’s light, a little sarcastic, but not biting—because even if she doesn’t say it aloud, she’ll follow you anywhere.

she stands at your side as you browse, arms folded and eyes scanning the displays with a raised brow. you half-expect her to scoff at the lace and silk, but instead, she just murmurs, “some of this stuff looks like it’d fall apart in the wash.”

still… she lingers. quietly. watches you sift through colors and fabrics like she’s memorizing which ones you’re drawn to.

when you hold up a soft, lilac set—more cute than bold—leah’s eyes soften. she clears her throat. “that’s nice. you’d look really good in that.”

there’s no teasing in her voice, no biting remark—just quiet honesty.

and when you smile at her reaction, she shifts her weight awkwardly, glancing down. “what?” she mumbles. “i’m allowed to have taste.”

you ask if she wants to help you pick one out, and she hesitates. for a second, you think she’s going to say no—but then she reaches for a muted wine-colored bralette and matching bottoms. “this one,” she says, holding it out gently. “i think it’d suit you. strong. subtle. pretty.”

she says the last word a little softer, barely audible, and you catch her biting the inside of her cheek when your eyes meet.

leah’s not used to softness—not the romantic kind. but around you, it leaks through in little glances, brief touches, and quiet protectiveness.

when you head to the register, she walks close beside you, her hand brushing yours until she just grabs it outright.

“you don’t have to dress up for me,” she murmurs once you’re alone again. “i already think you’re beautiful.”

but then—just a beat later, a small smirk tugs at her lips as she adds, “still. if you do wear that one tonight, i’m not gonna complain.”

[sethsclearwater]

Not normally my style but if you’re looking for something a lil different… what about a Paulxreaderxjared where the reader is bullied by a male coworker at work and the boys find out and freak out at first but then take care of it (and her)?

Normally I’m the 🫣🫣 spicy anon but feel like this would heal something for me LMAO

"did i do this?" paul asked, frowning as he crouched down in front of you and gently grabbed your forearm to inspect the fingerprint marks that were now turning a rather ugly looking bluish purple thanks to your co-worker's rough grip on it earlier that day.

you were quick to shake your head, moving to respond to him but, before you could, paul was calling your other imprinter over to figure out what happened, "did you do that?" paul asked, careful not to keep his voice too accusatory as he tried to get to the bottom of the marks.

"paul-" you started, pulling your arm back towards your chest so both boys wouldn't be able to continue their investigation. paul's frown deepened at your movement but he allowed you to pull your arm back, not interested in adding to the collection of bruises already there.

"'s not a big deal," you added, letting out a heavy sigh when jared sat down on the couch next to you, both boys now having their full attention on you as they waited for you to work up the courage to tell them what was going on.

jared slid his hand behind you, dipping it under your shirt so he could gently stoke his fingers up and down your back, "babe," jared murmured, leaning over to press his lips to your hair, "wasn't that guy again was it?" he asked, referencing your co-worker who jared had a run in with a few days prior when he was picking you up from work. he was pretty positive he'd heard him call you something along the lines of a slut but you'd done your damndest to convince him otherwise so he wouldn't make too much of a scene.

you'd managed to convince him to drop it the first time but didn't think you'd be quite as lucky this go around, "princess answer jared," paul ordered, though his voice remained soft as he rested his hands on your thighs, gently squeezing them when you weren't responding right away.

you were gnawing at your bottom lip and twiddling your fingers together, a dead giveaway to both boys that jared's guess was definitely the truth. when you finally worked up the nerve to lift your gaze to meet jared's, you found his gaze to be nearly as upset as you'd imagined yours was.

slowly nodding, your eyes were quick to fill with tears which had jared quickly sliding his free hand up your side to wrap around your neck and pull you close to his chest, "babe you should've said something," jared murmured, both him and paul letting our heavy sighs as tears began to rapidly stream down your cheeks.

you didn't see it because you were too busy burying your face in jared's shoulder to hide your tears but jared and paul were already in a silent conversation about how they were planning on dealing with your co-worker.

paul stood up after a few moments, the creaking of the floorboards alerting you to his movement which had you lifting your head from jared's shoulder to reveal your now puffy and tear-stained cheeks to both boys, "i'll be right back, yea? jared's gonna stay here and help you with dinner," paul asked, lifting his hands up to gently cup your face in his hands so he could brush away the stray tears with your thumb.

"please don't do anything stupid-" you started, already knowing there was no way you were going to convince either boy to not pay your co-worker a visit after seeing the marks on your arms.

paul leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead, "i'll call you if i need you to bail me out," he reassured playfully, lips curling into a small smile when you let out a quiet giggle at the comment, sniffling as he brushed away the rest of the tears with his thumbs.

jared gently squeezed your hip, leaning over to also press his lips to your hair, "he'll be fine," jared reassured, "now can you show me that recipe you've been yapping about all week?" he asked, letting out a breathy laugh when paul released his hands from your face so you could turn to him and nod, already perking up at the thought of jared helping you out with cooking tonight.

despite loving cooking, you could never seem to get paul or jared too interested, both of them always more content with cleaning up for your afterwards than actually cooking, claiming they were going to ruin it if either boy got their hands into anything.

"alright let's do it, yea?" he asked, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before he was intertwining his fingers with yours so he could help you up and into the kitchen while paul went to handle your co-worker.

[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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[forkshighschooler]

the pack x reader who, while they're sleeping, lays down behind them and cuddles them from behind, hugging their waist

🌹 for you :)

🌙 Wolf Pack x Reader

“You Hug Them From Behind While They Sleep”

Summary-Even the strongest wolves melt when it’s you wrapping your arms around them in the quiet of night. Sometimes, they can just be held.

A/N-Thanks so much for the request! I loved writing this soft moment with the wolf pack. Always happy to bring your ideas to life! And 🌸 for you;)

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🐺 Sam Uley

Even in sleep, Sam’s hyper-aware of everything. At first, his body tenses the moment he feels you shift behind him—but the second your arms slip around his waist, his shoulders drop. He exhales deeply and covers your hands with his own, thumb brushing across your knuckles. You hear him murmur your name like a quiet promise before drifting back to sleep, his breathing syncing with yours.

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🐺 Paul Lahote

You’re barely settled in behind him when Paul stirs. He doesn’t even open his eyes—just lets out a low, sleepy groan and pulls your arm tighter around him. “This better mean you’re not mad anymore,” he mumbles, but there’s no heat in it. Only relief. Your warmth calms his always-on-edge nerves, and by the time your chest presses into his back, he’s already falling into the deepest sleep he’s had in weeks.

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🐺 Jared Cameron

Jared lets out the softest laugh when your arms slide around him. “You cuddling me now?” he whispers, voice thick with sleep. “Not that I’m complaining.” He intertwines your fingers and brings them to his lips for a quick kiss, then sighs with pure contentment. You don’t know if he’s dreaming, but you hear him whisper “perfect” before he slips fully back into sleep.

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🐺 Embry Call

Embry wiggles a bit when he feels you behind him, a sleepy grin curling at his lips. “Okay… okay, I like this,” he mutters, clearly pleased. He shifts until you’re wrapped around him perfectly, like your bodies were made to fit together. He ends up grabbing your arm and holding it to his chest, completely soft and safe in your arms. “Don’t let go,” he murmurs. As if you ever could.

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🐺 Quil Ateara

Quil makes a happy humming sound when you curl up behind him, his body warm and relaxed. “You’re cuddly tonight,” he says in a barely-there voice. Then he chuckles, his smile audible. “I always knew you liked my butt.” You playfully nudge him, but he only wriggles closer. He falls asleep with your hands over his belly, and a smile that doesn’t leave his face the whole night.

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🐺 Jacob Black

Jake is surprisingly still when you wrap your arms around his waist. “Mmm…” he mumbles, and you feel the tension in him ease instantly. He pulls one of your hands to his lips and kisses it softly, then interlaces your fingers and holds them against his chest. “Don’t move,” he whispers sleepily. “You feel good.” His heartbeat is strong and steady, and by the time you fall asleep, you’re both wrapped up like puzzle pieces.

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🐺 Seth Clearwater

The second you wrap your arms around Seth, he lets out a soft, almost puppy-like sigh of happiness. “You’re hugging me,” he says, smiling so hard you can hear it in his voice. “Best night ever.” He covers your hand with both of his and tucks your joined hands under his chin, snuggling into you as much as humanly (or wolfishly) possible. Expect some tail-wagging level of joy when he wakes up.

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🐺 Leah Clearwater

Leah tenses for a moment—your touch catching her off guard—but when she realizes it’s you, her body softens. She doesn’t say anything at first. She just lets herself feel it: your warmth, your safety, the way your heartbeat thumps gently against her back. After a while, she brings her hand to yours and holds it lightly. She doesn’t say it aloud, but she hopes you never stop.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

[akariamai]

Female Shifter [Part 2]

Pairing: Jared Cameron x OC!Shifter

Word Count: 2401

Part 1

Finding her imprint should've been the best feeling in the world and at first, it was. An indescribable feeling overtook her being once her eyes met his. There was a brief moment of unfiltered happiness until reality struck her.

His life will soon turn upside down if the bloodsuckers continue to dwell in the outskirts of the city of Forks. Perhaps his life was already over and his gene had been activated, but remained dormant for the time being. His body quietly stores energy for what has yet to come.

He would be thrusted into the world of the supernatural. Where fictitious creatures weren't so fictional and bloodsucking vampires and humans able to shift into animals existed amongst humanity.

The dreams he carries like a thread attached to his finger will soon be snipped away. He'll be forced to bear the weight of responsibilities not meant for adolescence. He'll be obligated to forget--to leave behind the future he once envisioned for himself.

It also didn't help that when Jared shifted, he would constantly be in danger. He would not be like Emily, waiting for her to return after a night of patrol, no he would be stuck by her side--fighting alongside her as a wolf.

She had seen it in her vision and she prayed to the ancestors to allow him to stay human for a while longer; to not torch his life so soon like they did hers.

No, she couldn't blame the ancestors for her transformation. It was the bloodsuckers who knew what would happen once they returned, but they chose to pretend rather than see the ramifications of their decision. And for their lack of humanity, a deep-seated hatred for the Cullens infected her being.

It was not for their nature, despite being told they turned away human blood, although she still didn't like bloodsuckers, but for their indifference towards the lives they would inherently undo. They knew of the pain her ancestors felt, whether it was through filtered words from a textbook or lived through the dark days, and yet, the Cullens still chose to harm them.

And perhaps, Nora shouldn't be surprised. Why would the Cullen family care about Sam, herself, and the others who have yet to turn? To them, the suffering Sam and herself would endure was finite. There would be an end and their names would one day blur with all the other nameless faces in their lengthy past. Their lives didn't matter as long as the Cullens had their way.

The negativity in her mind scattered as her thoughts wandered towards Jared. She found it was agonizingly difficult to concentrate on the mundane words of their teacher when Jared looked so ambitiously focused. It was grueling not to admire her imprint. He was so close, yet they lived in two different worlds for the time being.

All she wanted was to hold his hand, but refrained from doing so. She was merely a stranger to him and doing so would frighten him away. He was oblivious to the world she was sandwiched into and she would do anything in her power to keep it that way until it was his time.

Before class, Jared had begun to be more chatty towards her. It started with a few jokes sprinkled throughout class, whispering of small talk, and questions about the subjects.

Could he feel their connection? She thought as she watched his eyes brighten after telling the punchline to a joke. Was it strong enough for him to unconsciously know; to want to engage with her?

She had never asked Emily if she felt the pull of imprinting. Did she feel a difference when her eyes connected with Sam's? Or was her mind conjuring up a fantasy to satisfy her lack of contact with her imprint?

Despite more communication with Jared, Nora still put up a wall between them. He deserved to just be a kid and if it meant she had to suffer for a little while then she'd take it with a smile. She doesn't want to force her burden onto him. It would happen all on its own. She'd just have to wait.

That's when she noticed the obvious changes to his appearance and she wasn't the only one. To the rest of the reservation, Jared transformed from a scrawny kid to having prominent muscles. It was like he had grown taller and broader overnight and in reality, he had.

"When did you start hitting the gym?" Nora overheard one of his friends ask.

Another friend chimed in, "You need to tell me you're routine?"

"I haven't." Jared shared, "I just woke up like this."

Nora cringed at his admission. He wasn't supposed to say that. Perhaps he didn't notice the extent of the physical changes to his body, but it was too prevalent to have happened overnight.

"That's so unfair, man." His friend complained before he interjected, "You know, it kinda reminds me of when Nora began to bulk up. Before she disappeared for two weeks."

The three friends thought for a moment before one asked in a teasing tone, "Are you taking drugs?"

"What? No way!" Jared asked in a playfully insulted tone. His friend wasn't serious. "And she's not taking drugs either."

"And how do you know?" The other one asked. "She could be doing it on the down low."

"Yeah, don't you think it's strange that she disappears for weeks, comes back all bulked out, with a tribal tattoo, and a haircut." He continued his rant, "The same thing happened to Sam and he dropped all of his friends right after he came back. Maybe he got to her."

"She's not on drugs." Jared insisted as his voice became more increasingly exasperated. He was the typical goofy guy. He wasn't the type to explode in anger like Paul Lahote, so his friends didn't really pay any mind to his change of tone.

They continued to bash her not knowing that she could hear them perfectly; not noticing the way Jared's shoulders convulsed as they were too preoccupied with their theories.

It was happening. She thought bitterly. She wanted him to have more time. To just be a stupid teenager, but his time was up and he'd be thrown into a new world.

Jared rushed off from his locker and his friends called out to him in worry, but not enough to follow after him. Nora watched as both of his friends shrugged before going on about their day.

She should be thankful they weren't trailing after him. It would make her job much easier. A pang ached in her heart for Jared. He would see from her memories that his friends chose not to follow. That they simply went about their day without much of a thought about him.

Nora followed soon after. If his first transformation was anything like hers, Jared would feel the pain of a thousand suns. His bones would break and mend without relief.

He'd feel his skin burn off of his muscles only to be replaced with a coat of fur. He would feel the tinge of each and every hair follicle appear all throughout his body and the unusual sensation of thick fur developing.

Even the mere thought of the agony haunted her being. Why must he have the gene? Why must he be racked in pain for something out of his control?

Sam! Nora mentally called out.

One of the more exhausting perks of being a wolf is sharing every thought amongst one another. There was no escape to the endless recurring thoughts of bringing honor to the tribe and Sam's utter devotion to Emily. Nora feared how head-splitting her mind would become with more voices on her head.

It's time. Jared's close to shifting.

Sam immediately answered. I'm heading your way. Keep a close eye on him.

Got it. She bolted through the crowd to see Jared's back shrinking out of her line of sight. He was heading into the woods; his wolf was leading him home.

She heard the bell ring behind her as she too entered the familiar landscape. Jared stumbled in agony as he heaved heavily. His wolf was struggling to get out and her wolf wished for nothing more than to be by his side.

"Jared!" She called for him. They were far from the school and any hiking trails. The spot would be perfect to help ease him through his first shift. It would still be unbearably painful, but at least, he wouldn't have to endure the gnawing pain alone.

He fell forwards once his ears perked at her voice. "St-stay back!" He cried as his body twitched in agony. "I-I don't know what's happening." His words came out as a whimper.

Nora ignored his plea and rushed to his side. Her wolf whined after seeing the state Jared was in; tears had accumulated in his eyes, his body would not stop shaking, his skin was moving in an unnatural way as his bones began to shift.

He would be like this for a couple of hours, maybe days if he was unlucky, but she would be there the entire time. It wouldn't matter if she was starving. She would not leave his side during his time of need.

Sam hurry! Nora desperately yelled. She was powerless to help, but maybe the bond of the imprint would annul some of his pain. She could only hope that it was true or perhaps it was just wishful thinking.

Her hand found its place on his. His skin was scorching, yet she still held his hand firm.

"What's happening to me?" He cried out. His voice was hoarse. Most likely from his body's adjustments towards his wolf form.

Nora whispered, "You'll be okay. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you'll survive."

He somehow found a smidge of strength to move an inch closer towards her. His head fell onto her lap letting his fallen tears and amassed sweat drench her pants.

Her hand instinctively moved towards his hair as she carefully untangled it as she waited. It would soon be cut to represent the start of a new chapter as a protector of the tribe.

In the distance, Nora could hear Sam dash in their direction. He stopped at a nearby tree, shifting back to his human form, and changing into shorts. "Nora! Jared!"

"Sam?" Jared breathed in disbelief.

"I'm here." Sam reassured him. There was a raw softness to his expression. "You're safe. It'll be okay." Although his reassurances were brushed aside.

Sam turned to Nora, "You have to shift. It might ease his wolf to come out quicker." The bond might be able to lessen the time. Sam projected.

"W-what?" Jared was barely able to look up at Sam.

Nora sent Sam a pleading look to which Sam immediately held Jared. Nora began to walk towards the tree Sam shifted behind.

It was at that moment Jared's wolf began to panic. His imprint was leaving. "W-where is she going?"

"She's not going far." Sam uttered. "She'll be right back."

Behind the tree, Nora stripped herself from her clothing and once she was free, her bones began to split and mend. Her skin was quickly replaced with thick dense fur. She didn't want to frighten Jared as he was in intense pain, so she slowly encroached onto his space.

Through the unrelenting sensation, Jared noticed her wolf gradually advancing closer to him. Each movement made was intentional. Her wolf was allowing him to make the first move; to accept her for what she was.

His body slightly relaxed, the convulsion lessened, and his body temperature stabilized to the common temperature of a shifter. Although his transformation took days and he still felt pain, it seemed like the imprint bond was lessening his suffering.

Nora and Sam both stayed by his side throughout it all. It didn't matter that rain pillaged the forest or the growing ache in their bellies, they would not leave a pack member to experience their first shift alone. They were a pack and the pack was family.

Nora noted the strange feeling as Jared's thoughts began to stream into both her mind and Sam's. At first, it felt like someone made a gap into her mind and force-fed the thoughts of another. Although she knew it was Jared's stream of thoughts intruding in her mind, the gap was all too strange. As it enclosed, his thoughts began to intertwine itself to fit in its new landscape.

After several days and nights, Jared's wolf was able to emerge from its self-inflicted prison. He wasn't as tall as Sam, but still a smidge taller than Nora. His fur was almost all brown except for the dark grey around his eyes.

His wolf is beautiful. It was a thought Nora couldn't stop from thinking even though she knew Jared now had front row seats to every thought that came to mind. There was no use in keeping it a secret.

Nora could feel a tingle of pride coming from Jared. His enthusiasm was capable of projecting more than thoughts, but feelings as well. Your wolf is beautiful as well.

Her heart skipped a beat. She still hadn't mustered up the courage to look at him in the eye; to secure the imprint bond on his side. She feared the bond would fail and he wouldn't be able to imprint on her leaving her to pine for something she couldn't have.

It was an irrational thought, she knew, but still it was a haunting one. Could male shifters imprint on female ones? Was her imprinting a fluke of nature? There was only one way to tell and she had to gather enough conviction to go through with it.

Please look at me. Jared pleaded. She knew he knew about the imprint bond and the fact that she had imprinted on him. His excitement was pleasant enough to get rid of her nervousness.

She slowly glanced in his direction. Her eyes found his and once eye contact was made; she was hit with the mirage of familiar visions of the future. It felt different than what she remembered and that's when the pieces aligned; it was not in her perspective, it was his. She was fortunate enough to see herself through his eyes, feel his love, and revisit glimpses of their future together.

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[wolfpackenthusiast]

hi can you make an Embry Call x reader, Embry was a fuck boy before imprinting on you but then everything about him revolves around her but she has insecurity with him, with a smut please

Reassured insecurities

Pairing: Embry Call x f!imprint!reader

Summary: Embry didn’t have the best reputation, but he’ll chabge ut all for you.

Warnings: Not proofread, smut (p in v), fingering, swearing.

A/N: i haven’t wrote smut for a really long time so i hope you guys enjoy this!! + this took a bit long because of new years and everything, sorry for the wait!! + Send more requests!!!!

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Putting his drink down, Embry pulled out his phone, looking to see who texted him, it was one of the girls he was out with one of these nights, asking to “hangout” again, they recently met at a bar a few days prior, and they seemed to hit it off. It wasn’t like she was the first girl he’s done the deed with, ever since he phased, more girls have been on him, due to his height and more masculine appearance, it’s not like any of them actually gave a danm about him other then their pleasure, but the feelings were mutual.

Until he met you.

Putting his phone away, leaving the girl on seen, you entered the party with some friends, scanning the area and accidentally locking eyes with Embry.

And that’s when everything changed, he imprinted on you, though, you didn’t know that.

You quickly looked away, focusing on your friends, “girl, i accidentally made eye contact with a guy!” You said, shaking your friend lightly, “it’ll be fine, chillax.” She nonchalantly responded, but you felt a tap on your shoulder, it was the guy you locked eyes with!

“Uh.. hello..” he said awkwardly, trying to speak over the loud music.

“Hii..” you said, even more awkward, not really knowing why he was talking to you. “You wanna talk in a quiet place?” You asked, removing some awkwardness, he agreed.

You guys moved to the backyard, closing the sliding door behind you two to muffle the music better. “So, uhm, i just thought.. you were really pretty and uh.. could i perhaps.. get your number..?” He asked nervously.

You weren’t too sure about him, he seemed oddly familiar from somewhere, but where? Despite that., you agreed “sure, it’s (your number)” you say, repeating it slowly as he types it into his phone, saving your contact before reaching his hand out. “Embry Call,” he said.

Oh! So that’s where you know him, one of your friends had a previous one night stand with him, saying he was a bit of a fuckboy, that didn’t really make you feel any better. “Y/n Y/l/n.” You said, shaking his hand.

But when you two touched, it felt like there was a spark there, weird, maybe just static.. right? He also felt incredibly warm, did he have a fever or something?

You two ventured back inside, mingling with the crowd, but he seemed to be oddly drawn to you, always staying in your life of sight, and when he wasn’t you were definitely in his.

Soon, the party was over and everyone was home, you were scrolling through instagram when you got a message from Embry.

“Heya,” he said

“Hey,” you responded, “did you have fun?” He asked

“Yeah i did, wbu?” You asked, making conversation. “It was alright,” he said “say, are you busy tmw?” He asked. Was he flirting?

“I believe so, why?” You asked “just wondering, maybe you wanna hang out, just us? No parties.” He suggested, that didn’t sound too bad to you. “Sure, where to?” You asked, “maybe we can just roam around Port angeles?” He suggested, that didn’t sound too bad.

“Sounds good to me, time? I’ll meet you there.” You said, “nah, i’ll pick you up at 1:00? Send me your address.” He said, it’d be rude to deny, so you send him your address.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

The next day was a blast! You two shopped, had lunch and just fooled around, it was so much fun with him! He didn’t seem too bad, though, numerous girls seemed to come up to him, but he acted like he didn’t know them and reassured you they were just friends, but you knew otherwise.

They were previous one night stands.

You get the reputation might not seem the best, but if they were coming up to him, wouldn’t that mean he was still somewhat pursuing them? You didn’t know, but what was your place to ask? Not like you two were dating or anything..

A few months pass, and you two did end up dating! He’s one of the best guys you’ve ever been with, you almost completely forgot about his fuckboy reputation, until another girl came up to him again. Like usual though, he after as if he didn’t know them, brushing it off and continuing on with your guys date.

When you got home, though.

“Em, did you really not know that girl?” You asked, weary about it. He nodded, “then why’d she come up to you, though?” You asked, he had mo answer to that. “You know, i know about your little reputation..” you murmured, turning your gaze away from him, “wait, love, i swear i’m not like that anymore.” He reasoned, reaching out to you as you turned to look at him.

“I know, but.. i just overthink.” You said, your insecurities showing. He grabs your hands, gripping them gently, intertwining your fingers with his, “i have them all blocked, i don’t even go to parties anymore unless you’re with me, the last thing i want is you thinking i’m fucking other girls behind your back.” He said, assuring you, it worked. “Let me show you how much i love you.” He said

You were backed up against the wall as Embry kissed you passionately, your thighs in his hands with your legs wrapped around his waist, as well as your arms around his neck as you two made out, you being able to feel his hard member against you.

He caressed your thighs as your hands moved to tangle in his hair, the makeout session getting more steamy by the second. You were still a bit unsure about everything, but you knew Embry a lot more now, he’d never go back to his old ways, you were confident about that.

He unbuttoned your shirt, keeping you firmly pressed against the wall as he did, making sure you wouldn’t fall. He slipped your shirt off before his mouth moving from your lips to your neck— down to your collarbone, receiving many pleasurable sounds from you.

“Shit..” he murmured, almost desperate for more, looking up at you, “do you want to go further?” He asked, not wanting to push any boundaries, he knew you might still be a bit weary.

Yes, you did hVe some doubts, but it was currently so heated, and the pros overpowered the cons by a lot! You nodded, you trusted him.

Without a word, he moved you guys from the wall back to the bed placing you down gently, quickly going to undo your pants, sliding them off along with your underwear in one quick motion. Undoing his own pants right after, along with his shirt.

You looked him up and down, fully taking in his physique, jeez, how did you manage to get someone as majestic looking as him? “Eyeing me now, hm?” He joked, slipping behind you, his hand resting between your thighs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..” you defended yourself, acting clueless, “sure you don’t.” He said, slipping a finger inside slowly, causing you to let out a moan. It’s a bit humiliating on how easily he can get you to moan for him, and this was your guys’ first time together. Pumping his finger inside slowly and out of you, you gripped the bedsheet’s lightly.

Not long after he put his first finger inside slowly, he added a second, stretching you out and getting you ready for his main course, pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you moan.

“E-Em.. i’m close..” you murmured, in pure bliss, your eyes shut closed, but at your words, he pulled his fingers out, causing you to let out a whimper, your eyes opening to see what he was doing.

“Don’t cum yet, we’re barely getting started,” he said, moving from behind you to infront of you, settling down between your lege before he positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing inside slowly, giving you a chance to adjust to the stretch.

Soon, he pushed himself fully in you, letting out a groan, “fuck..” her murmured, starting to rock his hips at a slow pace, by now, you’re fully adjusted. “Mmh, Em.. f-faster..” you murmured, Embry picked up the pace, receiving more pleasurable sounds from you, your walls clenching around him as he rocked his hipe with yours.

“Shit.. Cum for me, Y/n.” He ordered, and you obliged immediately, letting go and cumming, your seed getting on with of your body’s, not long after you, Embry came as well, still buried inside you, causing both of uou to let out groans as you both finished up and came down from your bliss.

Embry pulled out, “let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly, heading to the bathroom.

Gosh, how glad you were to have him.

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- A/N: SMUT I THINK. WARNING. you can imagine every pack make pack member.

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“Please, so fucking big” you whimper as your boyfriend tugs on your hair and licks the curve of your spine. He halts his thrusting to growl something in your ear but he’s inside you so deep you can’t even hear him. You feel his heartbeat pulsing inside his cock from inside of you and it makes you moan deep. His hand releasing your hair to find its way to your throat, he softly squeezes. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you can finally make out his words.

“You can take it, baby” he rolls his hips and you finally push back into him. “That’s it, such a good girl for me ey” he groans. He starts pounding faster as you beg him for release. “Please I need to- I need to” you whimper as you can feel your orgasm approaching.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over this big cock”

[fashionteahouse]

What do you think the ideal type of wolf pack would be like? specifically about personality and hobbies

ooo fun ! hope you enjoy :)

ideal - wolfpack x reader

Sam:

The ideal type for him is someone who is naturally a leader. Someone who isn’t afraid to go after the things that they feel is worth fighting for. He’s a very patient person so he enjoys someone who can be patient as well. Hobbies would include cooking, his wolf having a high metabolism so someone who could cook would absolutely steal his heart. Doesn’t mind putting a hand in the kitchen. Definitely would watch the food network and you both accidentally get invested in a campy cooking reality competition show. Someone who does something relaxing like crocheting is expected, he would definitely lay close to you, watching a sports game while you work the needle.

Embry:

The ideal type for him is someone who has a big and loving heart. He doesn’t want to question if someone is really there for him. A person who does thoughtful gestures out of the kindness of their heart is what makes him drawn to you. The hobbies would include reading, he enjoys someone who likes to talk conversation of intellect. Know random but interesting facts? Spit them out. He would love to hear them. Embry is someone who enjoys intellectual stimulation so he appreciates someone who could match that.

Jared:

The ideal type for him is someone who can have a sense of humor. His favorite thing to do is laugh and make other people laugh, so someone who can match his humor and/or is a bit more funnier than him would have his attention. He feels a joke is something that shouldn’t be taken so seriously, even teasing, so you brushing it off or playing into it is idealistic to him. Hobbies would include playing video games. You surprised him with liking to be competitive at gaming so he is glad that his other half can join him in playing. It gets to the point where you sometimes get annoyed when he nags you to hop on the game with him.

Jacob:

The ideal type for him is someone who can express things freely with their chest. He doesn’t like to feel confused about one’s feelings so, he appreciates not falling into mixed signals. A lot of hugs. He can think with his heart and if one could understand, one could understand the reasons in his actions. Hobbies could include doing anything that has to do with wheels. Skateboarding is fun and for leisure. Show off tricks that he’s seen and wants to try. A simple bike ride isn’t a cruise, it’s more of him doing stunts and trying to race. The first time to ever ride a motorcycle was with Jake as you clutched him from behind super tight.

Leah:

The ideal type for her is someone who has loyalty. Whether it’s platonic or romantic, she wants to know that someone is at least at her side. Hobbies would include listening to music and films. She definitely has a letterboxd account which makes you get one. Vintage romantic films are her guilty pleasure and you had to promise not to tell anyone. Appreciates the moments when you put her onto a song and she ends up liking it. Will judge your spotify wrapped results but will turn around and say that she’s a soundcloud go+ girlie.

Paul:

The ideal type for him is someone who is eccentric, someone who isn’t afraid of going against the social norms. Bold nature is what he’s magnetic to. Big believer in free will. Hobbies include anything having to do with sports. He's the one to take you to your first sports game after learning you've never been to one before. Dancing is something that he enjoys. Whether it is at parties, bonfires, or simply because he caught a victory of beating someone at a game. Joining him on the dance floor is something he appreciates. If you're sitting, will go as far as pulling you up by your hands so you can join him.

Quil:

The ideal type for him is someone who likes to be spontaneous and is up for an adventure. He simply likes to have fun and likes to experience new life experiences. Hobbies include going hiking. It's how you two found secret hangout spots. The king of "I know a spot." Joining him that has anything to do with nature would be appreciative on his part. Paid attention in science class so he's definitely the person to ask which plants are poisonous or not. Would like to be with someone who has an open mind and likes to ask questions. Has an open mind to conspiracy theories, and will be quick to make things into a theory. It doesn't help the people around him when you are genuinely interested, prompting you to ask him deeper questions.

Seth:

The ideal type for him is someone who likes to laugh and be happy. With him being an easy going and happy go lucky person, he would want someone who is just the same. Hobbies include collecting things, whether its seashells, rocks, or just rare collectibles. Will gladly show them off and explain why its rare and why its so special. You're the only person that he allows to touch his collections. Enjoys someone who can light up a room with their presence. Doing random acts of kindness is a way to win Seth's heart.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Getting Along

Jared x fem reader / Paul's sister

Time: After BD pt. 2. Everyone are adults! Even Renesmee.

Warnings: language, tiny sexual moment in your bed.

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Jared and Paul have a close bond. They're like two peas in a pod. But, when Paul decided to bring you over one day, Jared imprinted on you.

Paul was angry at first and definitely acted salty towards Jared. Sam had to keep telling him to chill out!

Eventually, Paul calmed down. He stopped biting Jared's ankles during patrol and started talking to him again.

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You and Paul live together in a small house. Paul is usually gone with Rachel, and that leaves you alone. Since Jared came into your life, he's never home much unless you're over there. He's been taking the relationship slow to keep you comfortable, so the talk of moving in together hasn't been brought up.

You and Jared are in your bed:

You slowly stir and wake up. His arms tighten around you possessively. You turn your head back and smile as his face stays in your hair. "Babe.. up." You gently squeeze his hand.

He doesn't reply. He just tightens his hold even more, nearly crushing you.

"Can't.. breathe.." You choke out.

He finally chuckles and lets you go. "Drama mama." He rolls over onto his back.

You roll over and get on top of him. You straddle his waist and put your hands on his chest.

He grips your thighs and looks up at you. His eyes are sparkling with love and desire. But he refuses to ask or to push. He is waiting for you to give him the 'okay.'

You dip your head down and kiss him. He kisses you back softly and runs one hand up into your hair. His lips feel so soft, and his tongue slides your bottom lip. You don't hesitate to open your mouth. The kiss deepens, and his other hand that's still on your thigh moves up to grab your ass. You love it when he does this. You oush your breasts more onto his chest and kiss him rougher. He groans in your mouth, and he moves his tongue with yours.

Jared abruptly pulls away and places his forehead on yours. "Dammit, your brother." He whispers.

There's a knock on your door.

You sigh and slide off of him. "Come in!" You call out.

Paul opens the door and smirks when he looks at you both. "Gross. Anyway, we're going to the beach. Let's go." He walks away.

You both head out where the pack and imprints are. You've made yourself comfortable on a blanket next to Emily, Rachel, and Nessie.

"I'm glad he's finally over it." Rachel huffs.

You watch as Paul and Jared play around in the sand and water.

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * JARED CAMERON HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

dating jared cameron would include…

jared being completely smitten from the second he realizes you’re his imprint.

like, full-on golden retriever energy.

he tries to play it cool at first, but it lasts maybe five minutes before he’s showing up everywhere you go, smiling like you hung the stars.

the pack teasing him constantly because he turns into this soft, dreamy version of himself whenever you’re around.

embry makes gagging noises, paul pretends to swoon, and sam gives him the look when he skips patrol to walk you home (again).

he gets so protective — not in a controlling way, just in a deeply instinctive “that’s my person and i’ll rip apart anything that hurts them” kind of way.

even before you’re officially together, his eyes track you anytime you’re nearby.

so much touching.

jared is obsessed with physical affection. he always has a hand on your back, slinging an arm around your shoulders, or holding your hand in his ridiculously warm grip. he gets grumpy if he can’t be near you.

you teasing him about being your personal space heater in the winter. he just grins and pulls you closer.

“you’re not cold anymore, are you?”

“no, but i can’t feel my ribs now.”

“that’s love, babe.”

jared trying to be patient when you’re upset, even though his wolf side hates seeing you cry.

he paces the room, fists clenched, practically vibrating with frustration — not at you, but at the fact that you’re hurting and he can’t fix it fast enough.

him picking you up like it’s nothing. literally throws you over his shoulder just to make you laugh. or carries you when you’re tired, injured, or just because he wants to.

“why are you carrying me?”

“because i like holding you. duh.”

worshipping you when you’re insecure. jared doesn’t just say you’re beautiful — he means it in that intense, imprinting way that makes your knees weak.

“i wish you could see what i see when i look at you. you’d never doubt yourself again.”

late night drives where he takes you out to the cliffs just to talk and be alone. he lets you play whatever music you want.

you end up in his lap in the front seat, pressed against his chest while he traces lazy circles on your back.

him being loyal to a fault. he’s all in, heart and soul.

if anyone even looks at you the wrong way, jared’s already glaring from across the room.

“they weren’t even flirting, jared.”

“they breathed too close to you. i saw it.”

inside jokes whispered during pack meetings. you bite your lip trying not to laugh while sam glares at both of you.

him talking about the future like it’s a given. not in a pushy way, just casually weaving you into every plan.

“when we get our own place…”

“someday, when you’re my wife…”

“our kids are gonna have the best damn genes.”

and at the end of the day, jared would be the kind of boyfriend who makes everything feel safe.

no matter how bad your day was, coming home to his arms would make you feel like nothing else mattered but the two of you.

jared always noticing the small things.

if you change your shampoo, he smells it instantly. if you’re slightly off emotionally, he’s right there, gently tugging you aside like,

“talk to me. don’t shut me out.”

he feels your shifts before you do sometimes.

him being so vocal about how much he loves you. not just big declarations — it’s the soft, daily stuff.

“you look beautiful today.”

“you’re my favorite person in the whole damn world.”

“i didn’t think i could be this happy until you.”

him sneaking kisses in public.

he’s not shy about pda at all.

quick kisses to your temple when you walk past. leaning over just to kiss your cheek while you talk to someone. wrapping his arms around you from behind at bonfires.

you wearing his clothes all the time. and he loves it. you in his hoodie? heaven. you sleeping in his t-shirt? he’s gone.

“keep it. looks better on you anyway.”

getting mad at jared is hard.

mostly because he gives you those puppy eyes and soft apologies the second he realizes you’re upset.

“i didn’t mean to upset you. can we talk about it? please?”

but if you’re mad and silent? jared spirals a little.

the imprint makes your distance feel physically painful, so he’ll follow you around like a kicked puppy, trying to fix it — making you tea, writing you a note, asking over and over if you’re okay yet.

being the only one who can calm him down during a phase or shift.

when he’s shaking with rage, seconds from phasing, all it takes is your voice, your hand on his chest, your whisper of “i’m right here.”

the pack watching in awe the first time you talk jared down when he’s about to lose it. sam looks impressed. paul looks offended.

“it takes a damn army to hold jared back and she does it with one look?”

your scent grounding him.

after a rough day or long patrol, he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in like it resets his whole nervous system.

you run your fingers through his hair and he melts instantly.

falling asleep on his chest. it’s warm, solid, safe. his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

sometimes you mumble things in your sleep and jared pretends not to hear — but he remembers every word.

especially the time you whispered, “i love you, jared.” before you were ready to say it out loud.

he never brought it up, but he smiled for three days straight.

him talking about you to the elders like you’re sacred. the imprint makes it spiritual for him.

you’re not just his girlfriend. you’re his anchor. his home. his reason.

+ angsty headcanon:

the one time you tried to break up with him —maybe because you didn’t think you were good enough for him, or felt overwhelmed— jared shattered.

his voice broke. his hands trembled.

“you don’t get it, do you? you’re it for me. there’s no backup plan. there’s no one else. you walk away, and i lose everything.”

he’s not perfect —jared can be stubborn, a little possessive, and way too confident sometimes— but he loves you with a depth that could break worlds.

he’s a wolf with your name etched into his bones.

[sethsclearwater]

poly!paulxreaderxjared where they're just fucking her brains out and reader is whining about them being too big but they're not having any of it and fucking her senseless

these two are NUTS

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"c'mon babe," jared mused with a laugh, taking your hips into his hands so he could manhandle you into straddling paul's bare waist, both boys already well aware of how quickly you had managed to fall into the subspace tonight.

paul chuckled when he saw the way you were looking at him, tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks as you tried to handle the frustration of not being able to cum.

both boys had managed to edge you all day long, each taking their sweet time messing with your head just enough to have you teetering on the edge of falling into the subspace so they could have their way with you tonight.

almost as soon as you had gotten home from emily's and they had you undressed, you were a blubbering sobbing mess as you tried to explain how badly you wanted to cum. neither boy was too phased by your tears, already beyond used to seeing you like this nearly every time they tag teamed you.

"'m comin' bun," paul reassured, grabbing his hardened cock and lining it up with your soaked entrance while jared held your hips up, both knowing you weren't in any kind of shape to be on top without their support.

before you could sob out something about him taking too long, jared was pulling your hips down and sheathing paul inside your pussy. paul dropped his head back with a groan, his hands sliding onto your thighs and gripping them tightly while you let out a loud gasp at the sudden intrusion.

you were immediately moving to lift your hips up but jared held you in place, "'s too much-" you blubbered, sniffling as you peeked over your shoulder to see jared chuckling and rolling his eyes.

"you're fine babe, takin' him so well aren't you?" he asked, sliding one releasing one of his hands' grips on your hip in favor of cupping your face in his hand, using the pad of his thumb to brush away some of the stray tears.

"good?" you repeated back to jared, voice barely above a whisper which had him humming and nodded, barely containing his laughter over how quickly you managed to change your mind about having paul's cock so quickly pressed inside your pussy.

"such a good girl," jared reassured, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, "now lay down on paul, yea? i wanna fuck you too," he mused, laughing when you let out a low whine.

he released your jaw so you could turn your attention to the man currently buried inside you, "c'mere bunny," paul cooed, letting out a breathy laugh when you quickly complied and laid down on his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you tightly.

"your pussy feels like heaven," paul praised, pressing his lips to your hairline as he felt the way your tight walls were desperately clenching and unclenching around him as you worked to accommodate his intrusion.

"alright jared's comin' now, okay?" paul asked as jared finished lubricating his cock, pumping it a few times before he was teasingly dragging the tip along your stuffed entrance.

you let out a low whine, burying your face in the crook of paul's shoulder which had both boys laughing again, "you got it babe," jared reassured, both him and paul plenty confident in your ability to take them both.

"deep breath for me bunny," paul murmured, stroking one hand up and down your back soothingly as both boys waited for you to inhale, jared pressing his cock into your walls when you exhaled.

at the intrusion, both men let out a loud groan and you let out another loud, muffled whine into paul's shoulder which had both jared and paul rolling their eyes. you had quite literally been begging to have both boys inside you all day so to say you were being dramatic was the understatement of the year.

despite your dramatics, paul praised you anyways, "takin' our cocks like such a good girl, aren't you bun?" he asked, smiling when you sniffled and nodded.

you lifted your head from his shoulder for a moment, "bein' a good girl," you reassured, voice hushed.

jared offered your hips a gentle squeeze, "such a good girl," he cooed, leaning down to press his lips to your shoulder.

[babygirlbites]

Their Reaction to the Vampire Dairies

Wolf Pack Headcannons

Can’t explain why this is so important to me, it just is….

Sam

Sam is definitely not the type to sit down and watch vampire dairies off his own accord.

That being said; Sam IS the type to want to spend every waking moment with his imprint.

The compromise being that he must deal with your favourite show being re ran every single time you face even a minor strain in your every day routine.

Sam will sit there silently, respectful enough to not grumble at your choice of viewing material but not particularly taken in by the idea of vampires being sex symbols.

He’s not a fan, but he knows you love it and he loves you, so it’s a bareable consequence.

Although I don’t think he’s particularly watching, he is definitely a team Stefan - this being the only topic he speaks up on, both surprising and assuming you when he does

It’s the Delena kiss scene at the end of season one (Damon and Kathrine, but Sam doesn’t understand the doublegagger plot yet, give him time)

“This is all wrong” he says, between mouth fulls of salty popcorn

You turn to look at him, a questioning look on your face,

“She should stick with the other one” he mutters under his breath, eyes returning to his bowl of snacks

Paul

Unlike Sam, Paul can’t HELP but get involved.

Yer okay, he gives you shit for watching a teen romance about vampires,hybrids and the like, but he literally can’t keep his mouth shut when it’s on.

He’s FAR to involved; it’s got him gasping, laughing, often shouting at the screen.

I believe Paul to be a team Damon, he’s also a klaus fan.

Special mention to his HATRED for Tyler Lockwood; which has you a little confused until you realise it’s just Paul looking in a mirror.

Maybe an emotionally agressive, reactive werewolf is a little too close to home for Paul to enjoy.

When the pack bring it up, seeing the two of you cuddled up in front of another TVD marathon, he tries to deny his enjoyment of it but is also very defensive of the fact that it’s NOT for teens

“It’s pretty spooky actually, I only watch it to keep (you) from getting scared”

It’s a lie, and they all know it.

Jacob

Jacob is similar to Paul but HEAVY on the team Damon.

Thinks he’s a Damon, he’s actually a Matt, not that you’d be the one to tell him.

He’s the kind of guy to say he’s not watching and then ask you questions through the whole thing

“So what’s his deal again?”

“Is he trying to bang her?”

“What happened to her parents”

Ect.

He’s so busy sending you tiktoks about the show he accidentally sends one to the pack group chat and it’s all either of you hear about at every meet up or bonfire for the next 6 months.

He definitely has a big crush on Elena, not as big as his crush on you of course, but a close second

Embry & Jared

Rolling these two into one because they are both unapologetic vampire dairies fans

Jared has actually already seen the whole show, and recapped it twice by now, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to watch it again with you - from start to finish.

He’s also seen the originals and legacies - Jared isn’t messing around guys, he’s a super fan.

I don’t believe Embry has seen anything TVD before you, but you suddenly realise you’ve unlocked something in him that you never expected to see.

Embry lives and BREATHES the show.

Unlike Jacob , he sends the tiktoks to the pack on purpose, hoping to get them into it too so he can talk about it when he’s on patrol.

Jared is team Stefan, Embry is team Damon - they fight (physically) about this often.

Seth and Quil

Simp simp simp

These men are both rocking team t shirts in public

Quil gives team Stefan to me but I feel he eventually will change sides with elena - by the time we get the hotel scene/kiss he’s a full fledged team Damon.

Seth is team whoever, he just loves love. He’s happy to see any of them with anyone as long as they are happy - but he does really like the Stefan redemption arc of season 3.

I feel like both the lads would be caught watching the show without you, which would lead to apologies and promises to never do it again.

Leah

Leah is a reluctant fan; like many of the others she’s not a fan of a vampire centric plot - but you’ll win her over with quality time, in bed cuddles and the Damon/Elena pipeline eventually.

Not so much a fan, but she watches it for you.

She knows you like to talk about it so she watches closely to be able to give you her educated opinion .

I feel she’s more team Damon but I KNOW she’s a Katherine apologist!

Elena tends to remind her of Bella, so she has a bit of a prejudice against the main character. Leah, as a general rule of thumb, has an issue with Mary sue type characters.

Katherine, being the anti Elena, steals Leah’s heart immediately.

There is three people in this relationship now, you will just have to accept that.

Also a fan of Rebekah!

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Jared Cameron x Male Reader teaser

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Female Shifter [Part 1]

Pairing: Jared Cameron x OC!Shifter

Word Count: 2580

Part 2

Eyes followed her. She disappeared for a while and she’s changed. In two weeks, she acquired a muscular body, she trimmed off a large portion of her hair, and her new tattoo was visible for all to see.

People were starting to connect the dots. She was not the first to disappear and come back a changed person. The first was Sam Uley. An older boy with a troubled past. He disappeared without a word for two weeks and came back with a haircut and a tattoo, the same one she had. It was months ago, but people remembered.

There was a time when no one paid her any mind. Her absence would have gone unnoticed by the sea of familiar strangers she grew up with, but her drastic change in appearance made it difficult to overlook.

Now they whispered about her. She kept her head down and hoped to just disappear. She was never keen to be in the spotlight, but everyone’s eyes were on her.

“Drugs,” Her hearing was better. She could hear the disgust in their voice within the crowded hallway. She could identify the direction of the voice. “It has to be drugs. How else could the girl turn into that?”

‘If only it were that simple’ She could taste the bitterness of her thoughts. The unfairness of it all. She was cursed. Plagued by duty and honor that stripped her from her future; her adolescent dreams taken by the inconsiderate decision of a cold-blooded bloodsucker and his family to play human.

If they have kept away, she would be the same kid she was two weeks ago. With no knowledge of the existence of vampires and shifters. With no forced responsibilities tethering her to the tribe indefinitely. Her body wouldn’t have erupted in an uncontrollable wrath, a side effect of the magic in her blood, she would’ve stayed human.

She needed a moment—a breather—she needed everything to stop spinning. She had no one to help her now. Sam graduated a year ago, leaving her to navigate high school alone and her newly given anger. She was on her own until the next adolescent victim fell.

Anger was a trigger for the transformation. She had never an angry person before, but now it coated the essence of who she once was. It lingered for so long that it bloomed. It pierced the people she once held dear like thorns surrounding a rose, preventing anyone from getting too close, to guard her secret and protect others from herself.

In the days that followed her transformation, she noticed her appetite increased. It was utterly ridiculous. Her body burned thrice as many calories in a day than the average adult male. She feared her pockets will never recover.

Her stomach erupted in hunger, growling for substance to fill its empty void, and she heaved a sigh. She had better to get used to it. The desire to eat will become an intimate friend; an unwelcome one, but impossible to separate from.

She will spend every waking hour to soothe herself from her deafening cravings, but the hours spent in school will be much more tortuous than before. Before it was the devil incarnate, letters in math, curse François Viète who plagued generations with his monstrous creation, that filled her pores with unfiltered hatred. Her problems now were bigger than a dead French mathematician. Much, much bigger. At least, the man no longer walked the Earth unlike her new enemies.

She teetered the line to ditch or head inside. The last bell rang moments ago. She was late to class; her math class nevertheless. Math so early in the morning should be a crime.

If she left, she would get scolded by her parents and most surprisingly, Sam. While Sam was her Alpha, if or until Jacob Black shifted, he had taken up a more brotherly role. He often stressed the importance of, at least, graduating high school during her first week of absence. If she stayed, she will no doubt get detention, only adding more time to not satisfy her hunger.

She made her way to class. Every eye went to her as she opened the door, successfully disrupting the class.

“Ms. Ward, you’re late.” Her teacher stated, his arms crossed, impatiently tapping the floor with his shoe.

“Sorry.” She sheepishly apologized, “I’m still feeling a bit under the weather so I went to the nurses office.” She despised the pitiful excuse her parents and Sam came up with. It was unrealistic to her. She was a loner, meaning no friends, no parties, and definitely no kissing strangers. But her parents and Sam must’ve thought she was some boy crazed girl that could’ve contracted mono; that the entire reservation would believe such a farce.

“Please take a seat.” He continued rambling on with the lesson, choosing to ignore her presence, and she was glad she escaped being put in detention. She didn’t want to spend a second more than what she was required to.

She was lucky, in a sense, she didn’t have to cut off anyone or keep secrets from her parents. They were both part of the counsel and knew of the possibility the gene could become activated if they had a son. They didn’t, but their daughter made history. She became the first female shifter known and born into the Quileute tribe. She was history and whether she liked it or not, her name would be remembered for just her mere existence.

Her existence put Sam on high alert, fearing the gene mutated to combat the tribe’s oldest enemies, and now must keep an eye out for the signs in girls as well. The tribal council members didn’t have much guidance for this new development. She could be the only one, a cosmic accident, but only time will tell.

“Hey.” A voice knocks her out of her thoughts. “Can you hand me my pencil? It fell right by your left foot.”

She reached down. Her hand blindly searching for her seat partners writing utensil that regularly flies out of his hand. This was a common occurrence for them. They didn’t speak much. They stayed in their bubbles. They only acknowledged each other’s presence when working on a worksheet or a group project.

“Here.” She handed it to him without a thought.

“Thanks.” She thought that was the end of the conversation. It usually was, but somehow today was different. “Where did you go?”

“What?”

“Where did you run off to?” He asked.

“I was sick.” She had to stick to the story no matter how many times she wanted to tear out her own hair because it made just no damn sense.

He chuckled softly. She could feel his body shift towards hers, not wanting to garner the attention of the teacher, but still keep the conversation going. “Bullshit. Mono, really? Who’ve you been kissing?”

“None of your business.”

“People are talking about you. Nasty stuff. Drugs. The start of a cult.”

“So I heard. They’re not exactly subtle.” The cult thing was due to the similarities of the two newly shifted wolves coming back in the eyes of the reservation. The noticeable changes in appearance and the tribal tattoo on their arms didn’t help either. Certain members of the tribe were allowed to mark themselves with the emblem, but the tribe had no idea for the reason for the restrictions. “I’m sure they’ll find someone else to amuse themselves with.”

The cult rumors will surely get worst when the others shift. Unlike herself, they were more social and Sam’s been enforcing the pack to isolate. This will only fuel the flames.

“Sure.” He agreed, “But what about you? Are you okay?”

“Yup.” She continued to doodle in her math notebook. She didn’t understand the steps towards solving the type of problem written on the board. “Can I copy the notes from the weeks I’ve missed?”

“Yeah, sure.” He ripped out the piece of paper he was writing on and pushed notebook towards her.

“Thanks. I’ll give it back tomorrow.”

“Ms. Ward, Mr. Cameron, do you want to share something with the class?” She could feel Jared’s body tense as the class turned to watch them.

“I was just asking him for the notes I’ve missed.” She replied coolly. Technically it was not a lie. She did ask near the end of their conversation.

“Next time, please refrain to ask after class, not during it.”

“Sorry.”

The class went on without any other interruptions. Jared stayed quiet and she spent the entire class writing notes from the past two weeks. She’ll probably ask Sam for help if she can’t figure it out.

The school day went by quickly after math ended. Every other subject was at least interesting in their own way. Math was just the bane of her existence. She envied those who understood the subject.

She turned up at Sam’s place, a secluded cabin in the woods that he built himself, and what she considers the unofficial pack house. His girlfriend was the one who really made it welcoming.

Emily made the most delicious pastries she had ever tasted. Describing Emily as Sam’s girlfriend was an understatement. She was so much more. She was his imprint, his tether to the human world, he breathed for her and nothing or no one else.

She was told imprinting was rare. She might not be able to imprint on anyone either. There were so many unknowns with her situation. There’s a possibility female shifters can imprint, but the chances of her finding the one would be slim to none.

She still hadn’t decided how she felt about imprinting. Was it a golden shackle or was it blissful paradise? She could only see how Sam had become devoted to Emily when their eyes met for the first time after his transformation. How nothing else mattered, but her. It scared her.

“How was school, Nora?” Sam munched on a chocolate muffins at the living room table.

“Boring.” She replied, throwing her body on the unoccupied couch, “Remind me why I must go?”

“To get your diploma.” He stated. “You’re parents want you to graduate.”

“Bleh.” She watched as Emily baked another batch of chocolate muffins. “How was patrol?”

“Uneventful.” As Sam was the oldest from the two of them, most of the responsibilities fell on his shoulders, he was stuck with the most to do. Night and morning shifts were his and he slept in the evenings.

He didn’t deserve to bear such weight on his shoulders, but Jacob was even less prepared. He was younger than Sam, more immature, and still hadn’t forgone the transformation. Lucky bastard was still a kid.

“I’ll be heading out soon.” Nora said, rummaging through her backpack for her and Jared’s notebooks, “I’ll let you know if I see or smell anything strange.”

Sam nodded before he finished his third muffin and kissed Emily good night before heading upstairs. Sleep was a luxury for Sam. The reservation needed protecting, but they were wolves: a recent graduate and a high school student.

They needed help. Sam couldn’t patrol all hours of the night and morning. He can’t keep going like this; they can’t keep doing this. He’s running himself to the ground and Emily has tried to get him to take a break for a few hours without much success. The safety of the tribe consumed his mind. It became his sole purpose in life.

Nora spent a few hours mindlessly finishing her homework and catching up on what she’d missed, before going on patrol. She walked to the treeline and pulled off her clothes until she was bare. She could feel her wolf become elated to be free.

The transformation no longer throbbed. The heat that once felt like it blistered off the skin until nothing was left but fur lessened the more they transformed. Her bones no longer ached as they rearranged themselves into her new form. Her wolf towered over regular sized wolves, but Sam and herself were still smaller than a small horse. Sam was a much larger wolf, almost a head higher than hers, but she was more leaner—more nimble.

Patrol was boring as nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. Although, Sam or herself had never smelled a vampire before, the council had reassured them they’d know in an instant. Their brains were programmed to sense when one was nearby. From their records, it was described as a sickly sweet and repulsive scent that burns their noses like bleach.

The day and night slipped by and suddenly, it was morning once again. Nora was already at school, sitting on one of the benches placed outside, rigorously transcribing the last of Jared’s notes in her own notebook. She was there a bit more earlier than usual as her evenings were preoccupied and her assigned worksheets waited for no one.

Time breezed away, brushing against her mellow figure, and shortly the first bell rang. She cleaned the bench, shoving her belongings inside her backpack, and strode inside. The hallways were filled with her peers, some rushed to get to class and others continued to finish off their conversations, but once her person was noticed, a bulk of of them moved out of her way.

She wanted to snicker at the ridiculousness of it all. They acted like she was someone not to cross. That she would pummel anyone that looked at her the wrong way when just two weeks ago, she was just like them. She knew Sam and Emily would howl in laughter. Sam would probably wish to have been there to see it. Maybe, she’ll allow the memory to be shared between them.

Unlike her first day back, she made it inside the classroom before the final bell. Her eyes roamed to her table, the one she shared with Jared, to find he was already in his seat. His back faced her as he chatted with the person behind him. His laugh was thunderous. It illuminated the dreary classroom, laminated the mundane grey with more vibrant hues, with only a selected few able to appreciate the beauty he leaves behind.

Nora made her way to her seat as the person Jared was talking to took notice of her. They shook their head in her direction and Jared immediately turned. His smile widened as he beamed at her. His body brimmed with anticipation, to what she did not know, but it stirred an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach—a ripple.

Her wolf, too, buzzed with fervidness. It felt like a quiver to her being and a shiver of her soul. There was something about Jared that shimmered through her dimmed existence. He was a glimmer of sunshine while she was the dark side of the moon.

And then, that’s when her world tilted. His eyes, a dark rich brown, infiltrated her thoughts. A mirage depicted glimpses of their future happiness. Brief abstract moments to simplify their soon-to-be blossomed connection. He was hers and she was his, although to him nothing had changed, he now held a fundamental portion of her soul.

“Hey.” His voice radiated a softness she had never noted before. It was like she heard his voice for the first time—utterly enchanted by his being.

“Hey.” She returned somewhat breathless. Her existence was loaded with uncertainty, but never did she think her imprint would be so close. So tangible to the touch.

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