#paul lahote heat imagine

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: au(ish) where shifter!reader gets her heat for the first time and her imprinter (paul) is there to help

warnings: smut, dom!paul, sub!reader

word count: 1.97k

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it started off as a dull ache in your abdomen, lingering throughout the day as paul went out on patrol and you stayed at the apartment to rest. you were able to ignore it for the most part, instead focusing on some mindless tv show while you came up with a grocery list for paul and you to get once he got back.

though, once you got up to get something to drink, it suddenly got much more intense. the dull ache turned into a throbbing, almost burning sensation at the bottom of your abdomen, nearly making you buckle at the intensity of it. you had no idea what it was, and at this point, your brain was too foggy to try and figure it out. 

you quickly sat back down on the couch, sitting back on your heels to attempt to alleviate some of the ache between your legs and anxiously gnawing at your bottom lip as you tried to figure out what to do. the only thing on your mind was paul and how upset you were that he wasn’t here with you. 

luckily for you, paul was quickly able to sense that someone was wrong thanks to your imprint bond and came back to the apartment as soon as he could. by the time he got back, you were curled up on the couch, eyes closed and trying to focus on your breathing in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“hey, hey, princess,” paul cooed as he came into your apartment, softly closing the door behind him, “what’s wrong?” he asked softly and you just let out a loud whimper, now more frustrated that you could hear him and still not touch him.

“okay, okay, i’m right here,” he cooed, quickly coming over to you and sitting down on the couch next to you. you were quick to climb into his lap and wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, anchoring him close to you.

“it hurts,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck and inhaling his scent, taking some more deep breaths in a desperate attempt to dull the ache in your abdomen, “why weren’t you here?” you asked softly, eyes suddenly filling with tears as you lifted your head to look at him.

paul let out a soft sigh, sliding his hand up to your face so he could gently cup at your jaw, “‘m sorry princess,” paul murmured, “i think you’re in your heat right now, yea?” he asked softly, taking his other hand and sliding it down to your lower abdomen to gently rest it there.

his touch sent more sparks up your spine, eliciting a soft whine from you. his words combined with the sensation had you quickly realizing that he was right, everything suddenly making much more sense in your foggy head. you nodded, frowning as you slid your hands down his bare abdomen, not waiting before you were dipping your hands under the thin band of his sweatpants and desperately grabbing at his cock which had both of you letting out moans.

“easy kitten,” paul groaned, placing his hand over yours to slow you down a bit, “i’ll take care of you, promise,” he reassured with a soft chuckle, lifting you up so he could carry you into the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed.

“paul please,” you whined, “it hurts,” you added with a whimper, tightening your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. paul nodded, not wasting any time before he was helping you ease your shirt over your head and toss it to the side before getting to work on your shorts. 

“doin’ so good for me,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he lifted your hips a bit so he could tug your shorts and panties down with one tug, leaving you completely bare under him, “‘m comin’” he reassured, making quick work of kicking his sweatpants and boxers off before getting settled back between your legs. 

“paul-” you whined, the ache intensifying as you anxiously waited for him. you closed your eyes, sliding your hands up his biceps to squeeze at them as you tried to take some deep breaths to help with the discomfort.

paul let out a soft sigh, sliding his fingers between your wet folds to ensure you were ready for him before he was lining his cock up with your aching hole, only pausing for a moment before he sheathed himself inside of you. the relief was almost instantaneous and you let out a heavy exhale, noticeably relaxing underneath him which had paul also letting out a soft sigh of relief. 

“such a good girl,” paul praised as he pulled his hips back, “you want it rough?” he asked, sliding his hand up to your throat and gently pressing down, just enough to cut off your oxygen for a moment when he realized you weren’t responding to him.

the lack of oxygen quickly caught your attention and you nodded, “yes please-” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he immediately set a quick pace, snapping his hips against yours as he slid his hand down from your neck and to your breasts.

you let out a loud moan, arching your back up into him as he rolled your nipple between his finger, paul letting out a dark chuckle when he saw just what a mess you were underneath him, “so needy for my cock,” he mused teasingly, snapping his hips against yours in a particularly harsh motion that had you letting out another loud whine, your walls clenching around him from all the pleasure. 

“you need my cock in you to feel better?” he asked, sliding his hand in between your thighs to pinch at your clit when he saw how foggy you were from his touch. you let out a lewd moan, biting down on your lower lip in a desperate attempt to even keep some of your composure underneath him, “answer me.” he ordered when he saw your lack of a response.

“yes… yes daddy-” you blubbered, letting out a sob of pleasure as he rolled his hips against yours, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks from how desperate you were to cum on the man between your thighs.

“that’s what i thought,” he let out a dark chuckle, leaning down to press his lips to your collarbone, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin to make sure you’d be wearing his marks all over you for days to come.

“paul please-” you whined, toes curling as he continued rocking his hips against yours, barely able to refrain from cumming right then and there.

“what did you say?” paul asked, lifting his head from your collarbone to look at you, not stopping his thrusts as he impatiently waited for your response.

you quickly realized your mistake, making quick work of correcting it, “daddy-” you whimpered, letting out a loud whine when paul reached his hand down to swat at your clit teasingly, a soft punishment for not referring to him correctly.

“you askin’ me if you can cum on my cock?” he teased, a smirk coating his features as he took in just how fucked up he had you underneath him from just his cock, “my cock makin’ your pussy feel that good?” he continued teasingly as he waited for you to compose yourself enough to blubber out another response.

“yes please-” you whimpered, sucking in a deep breath as another wave of tears came running down your cheeks, “wanna cum on your cock,” you added, your voice catching in a whine as he rolled your clit between his fingers, knowing how close you were to cumming on him.

“go ahead then,” he ordered, picking up the pace of his thrusts as you fell over the edge to your first orgasm of the night, walls throbbing around him as he continued rocking in and out of your pussy.

paul let out a loud groan as he met his own release, quickly spilling his seed into you as he buried his face in your shoulder, thrusts slowing as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, anchoring him close to you. 

you sucked in a few deep breaths as you worked to come back down to earth, paul’s gentle stroking up and down your side helping anchor you, “there you go,” he murmured, voice much softer with you than a moment ago as he helped calm you down, “such a good girl for me,” he praised, lifting his head to press soft kisses to your collarbone and neck.

you nodded, opening your eyes to look up at him, “‘m sorry,” you whispered, realizing just how ridiculous you were acting earlier as your heat first set in.

paul let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “nothing to be sorry about,” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “besides, you’ve got at least 4 more days of this princess,” he added teasingly which had you whining at the thought of dealing with this for longer than a few hours.

“4 more days?” you asked exasperatedly, anxiously sliding your hands up his chest as you waited for his response.

he chuckled softly, nodding, “at least,” he added teasingly, “now you’re finally gonna be able to keep up with me,” he mused cockily, a smirk coating his features that had you letting out a giggle despite your annoyance at the whole situation.

“now you gonna let me get you cleaned up and get you some dinner?” he asked softly after a moment, offering you a small smile and you let out a sigh of relief as you nodded, happy to know paul would be taking care of you like he always did.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, lifting his hips to pull himself out of you, chuckling when you whimpered at the loss of him, “i’ll be back in you in no time princess,” he teased as he got up, pulling his sweatpants on before he grabbed a rag to clean you up with.

he got back on the bed, settling between your thighs so he could quickly clean you up, “doesn’t hurt right now, right?” he asked softly as he made quick work of cleaning your mixed releases from your thighs.

you shook your head, “not really,” you murmured, already feeling the familiar dull ache between your thighs, “just a little bit.” you added and he nodded, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“okay that’s good,” he reassured as he got back up, quickly helping you into one of his t-shirts before grabbing his phone to order takeout for the two of you, “you still want that fried rice you were asking about this morning?” he asked teasingly, climbing back into bed with you and pulling you close to his chest.

you nodded, a blush coating your features as you buried your face in the crook of his arm. paul chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your head, “we’ll get that then,” he cooed, “you tell me if it starts hurting again and i’ll take care of you, okay? it’s probably gonna be a lot for you to handle over the next few days,” he explained, running his hand up and down your side soothingly.

you huffed, nodding as you lifted your head to peek up at him, “you promise you’re not gonna leave me here?” you asked, voice much softer than before as you anxiously asked him your question.

paul smiled, shaking his head, “i’m not going anywhere princess, promise.” 

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[iveleftitwithyou]

ruderal pt. 2 | paul lahote x reader

hi everyone! this is part two to this imagine. i stayed up extra late tonight working on this, so i hope you enjoy! i meant this to be as like a shorter imagine series but i'm not good at not going into detail so it will probably be a longer series than i anticipated.

ruderal pt. 2 | paul lahote x reader

word count: 2.82k

warnings: swearing, angst, sexually suggestive content

the reflection of light on the side of your house as you pulled into your driveway was a familiar sight. you sighed, quickly realizing you had a headlight out based on the lack of light on the left side of the wall. you made a mental note to talk to your dad about it tomorrow, not in the mood for much conversation after the events of the day. at this point, the only thing on your mind was throwing yourself on your bed and burying your head under the covers.

“hey” you called loudly to your dad as you entered the front door.

“hey, y/n” he replied, eyes glued on the football game in front of him. “how was it?”

“it was fine” you lied with a slight sigh. as much as your dad respected your former schoolteacher, he wasn’t one for socializing with the townsfolk, opting instead to stay home from the visitation. “i’m gonna head up to bed i think.”

“alright, sleep tight” he replied absentmindedly, eyes still on the tv. something good must have happened, you guessed, based on the cheers emanating from the speakers. you didn’t know much about sports.

without reply, you ascended the stairs and headed into your room. you opened the middle drawer of your dresser with intention, sighing as your eyes fell upon a black shirt in the back corner. it was an old, faded Nirvana t-shirt you had “borrowed” from Paul back when you were still together. despite not having worn it in two years, a part of you couldn’t let it go, leaving it at the back of the drawer every time you purged your clothing. your fingers brushed the thin material, tracing the slight difference in texture between the woven fibers and the printed graphic. with a deep exhale you gripped the folded shirt and pulled it out of the drawer.

glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure your blinds were shut, you awkwardly pulled off your turtleneck, the head hole getting stuck under your chin as that style of top normally does. your bra and pants quickly met the same fate as the sweater - tossed onto a chair in the corner of the room where laundry goes to die.

you sighed again as you pulled Paul’s oversized shirt over your head. why were you sighing so much today? why were you giving Paul the power to make you so moody? why was he still so important to you? why did putting on this shirt bring back all of the memories you tried so hard to repress?

you sat quickly on the edge of your bed as the flashbacks overwhelmed you. flashbacks of smiles, of long nights talking and laughing on the phone, of ice-cream dates, of walks on La Push beach, of heated fights and your remorseful, affectionate reconciliation. 

before you knew it, your knees were to your chest and your head was in your hands as you sobbed quietly, your body shaking. it was a symptom you had picked up after the break up - tears were always accompanied by trembling. 

as much as you hated to admit it, seeing and speaking to Paul today really fucked you up. but, what else could you expect when you knew deep down you’d never truly moved on? of course seeing him again would make you spiral. 

you pondered the harsh words you’d spoken to (well, more like yelled at) him this afternoon. your mind was split - half of your brain told you that he deserved it, that he left you without warning and scarred you forever. he made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. but, the other half felt intense guilt for being so rude to him today when it seemed like he had just wanted to make amends. that part of your brain, the one that missed him instead of hating him, worried that you may have just lost your only chance to learn the real reason behind that Wednesday night phone call. 

tears continued to flow from your eyes as you toyed with the hem of the baggy shirt. it seemed like you couldn’t stop replaying the events of the afternoon in your head. this appeased both sides of your brain in different ways but both made you miserable in their own right. there was one detail that stuck out, though - the look on Paul’s face as he made eye contact with you for the first time in two years. on the surface, it just looked like shock. it looked like he was surprised to see you there when he hadn’t laid eyes on you for so long. but past the facial expression, the intensity of his eyes as they met yours was honestly unlike anything you’d ever seen from anyone. it looked like a storm was brewing behind them, full of pain and sorrow and conflict. was it just because he had missed you? or was something more going on?

your curiosity and desire for answers overpowered your sadness, causing the tears to slow and eventually cease as you attempted to analyze the situation. your eyes were glued intently on the blank wall in front of you; if anyone walked in right now they would think you were either possessed or taking the expression, “watching paint dry” a little too seriously.

the sound of a cupboard slamming downstairs snapped you out of your trance - your dad must have gotten hungry. this welcome distraction was enough for you to remember you needed to finish getting ready to sleep. rubbing your eyes, you threw your legs off the bed, feet hitting the soft rug underneath you. you grabbed the first pair of pajama shorts you could find in your dresser, stepped into them, and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. you couldn’t manage to put in the effort to do much more than that tonight.

when you were done in the bathroom, you dragged your feet back down the hallway, shutting your bedroom door behind you and turning off the lights as you continued to move towards your unmade bed. in one swift motion, guided by the moonlight streaming in between your blinds, you collapsed in bed and rolled over so the blankets were on top of you. before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep, feeling a sense of calm for the first time since the funeral. this was short lived, however, as your dreams that night were filled with memories of Paul Lahote.

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you woke late the next morning, your blinds dispersing the sun’s rays into a soft glow around your room. for a split second, you felt peace, before your brain caught up and Paul’s face flashed through your mind. you groaned, wishing for that second of peace back.

you went through the motions of the morning: get up, shower, get dressed, brush your teeth - all with that man’s stupid expression playing over and over again whenever you weren’t actively trying to think of something else. 

since it was a rare (relatively) warm, sunny day in Forks, and a Sunday at that, you knew exactly what you needed: a beach day. of course, you knew just the spot. sure, you had memories with Paul at La Push beach, but you’d been going there for years, and he never managed to ruin it for you. your dad was friends with Billy Black, so you were friends with some of the other boys on the rez growing up. even after your breakup, none of them were ever hostile towards you - you just kind of drifted apart - so you still felt comfortable enjoying La Push’s beautiful scenery.

you hopped back in your car after a quick bowl of cereal alone in the kitchen, reminding yourself to be back before dark so you wouldn’t risk getting pulled over for your burnt-out headlight. the engine sputtered to life and you made your way out of your driveway and onto the road. the radio hummed faintly in the background, but you were kind of enjoying the quiet as you weaved your way through meandering tree-lined streets up to the beach. you parked on the side of the road, surprised that there were no other cars parked there today with it being so beautiful outside. it definitely wasn’t warm enough to swim, or even wear shorts, but you didn’t have to wear a sweater, so that was a win in your books.

your backpack was slung over your shoulder as you hiked over the guardrail to the flat beach. a couple of minutes of walking brought you to your favorite spot; the cliff. while the rest of the beach was sloped dunes, the cliff was a rocky structure that would make anyone nervous if they got too close to the edge. however, the flat sand leading up to it made a great relaxation spot as long as you stayed back from the drop-off.

you laid out your beach towel as a barrier between you and the sand along a tree that you could rest your back against. it was perfect for your planned activity: reading all day.

you pulled out your beat-up copy of The Great Gatsby, flipping to where you’d dog-eared the corner of the page you left off on. it wasn’t your first time reading the book, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

finally settled in, you allowed yourself to get lost in the drama unfolding on the pages in front of you. this continued for an amount of time unknown to you - minutes or hours, you didn’t really know - until you saw something moving in your peripheral vision.

you eyed the moving figure cautiously, instinctively pressing your back further against the tree. as the person continued to walk closer to you, their features were more distinguishable, and your heart raced for multiple reasons once you finally realized who it was - Paul Lahote, of course. it had to be him.

you slammed your book closed, not taking your eye off Paul as he approached you.

“y/n, can we talk?” Paul spoke loudly, still a good distance away from you. most of you wanted to keep it that way.

“about what, Paul? i have nothing to say to you.” a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“can you at least give me a chance?” he huffed, moving a little closer to where you were seated.

“a chance to do what? hurt me again? not interested.” you hoped he would take your words and the absolute death glare you were giving him seriously and back off. but, it was Paul, and he was stubborn, so, of course, this was not the case.

“what are you reading?” he switched the subject, obviously trying to relieve some of the tension between you two. unluckily for him, you still weren’t interested in conversation, so you just tilted the cover of the book in Paul’s direction. he scanned the cover and nodded, “of course, your favorite.”

“you remember my favorite book?” you spoke before you had time to think.

“of course i do. i remember a lot of things about you.” he asserted, taking a seat next to you but still a few feet away. a large part of you wanted that space to be bigger, but there was another, smaller part of you that wanted to scoot closer to him. of course, you resisted this urge, staying planted in the position you were when he approached.

“Paul, i really don’t want to talk. i think you should go.” you sighed. you placed the book down next to your hip and leaned fully against the tree behind you, closing your eyes as your head rested on the bark.

“i’m not going anywhere. this is my land, not yours” he protested angrily. it reminded you of the fights you two used to have. Paul was very stubborn and was quick to snap. he’d never hurt you physically, but you two were definitely a match for each other verbally.

“fine, then i'll go” you stood up sharply, shoving your book into your backpack and tossing the towel over your shoulder as you began to move past Paul on the way back to your car.

“y/n, wait,” you felt a strong hand grip your forearm. “don’t leave, i- i’m sorry. that was too harsh.”

Paul was… apologizing? without prompting? this was definitely uncharacteristic behavior for the Paul you knew. had he matured over the last two years?

“yeah, it was.” you agreed, stopping in your tracks.

“please just sit back down.” his voice was soft - another abnormality for him. you were used to his pride stepping in, but there was no hint of it in his speech in that moment.

against your better judgement, you obliged. to make matters worse, you ended up right next to him, as he was still holding on to your arm. the irony of the situation was not lost on you - two years ago, you'd likely sat in the exact same position, but under completely different circumstances.

“alright, i sat. you can let me go now.” your words came out softer than you meant for them to. it was hard to use harsh words with Paul after he had been so soft.

he dropped your arm, looking somewhat flustered. you ignored it as you brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, staring out at the glistening water ahead. 

it took a few minutes before either of you broke the silence, but Paul eventually did. 

“i know you hate me for dumping you. i would hate me too. but there’s a lot you don’t know about,” he blurted. “i never wanted to hurt you.”

“well, you did, Paul. you left me with no explanation. was i not good enough for you? what do i not know? did you meet someone else?” as much as you didn’t want to be spilling your insecurities to your ex boyfriend right now, your need for answers overwhelmed this instinct.

“what? do you really think that i left you because you weren’t good enough? don’t you think i would have figured that out sooner than a year in?” he spat, visibly angry at the accusation. “and no, there was no one else. i haven’t been in a relationship since you.”

you were disappointed that the answers didn’t help. while it was nice to hear that it wasn’t because he lost interest in you, it still didn’t provide any clarity on the actual reason. his use of the words “in a relationship” instead of “with anyone” made you shiver as you thought about all of the girls he’s probably hooked up with in the last two years. you decided it was in your best interest to not ask him to elaborate on this point, both because his face was already red with anger and because you were disgusted at the thought.

“then why? what happened? why did you leave?” you felt tears start to well up in the corners of your eyes, this conversation feeling eerily familiar.

“i can’t tell you.” Paul deadpanned, looking pained as he spoke, like he didn’t want the words to come out of his mouth.

“bullshit, Paul! why would you come talk to me and act like you want to make things right if you can’t even explain why you ruined them in the first place?” your vision was blurry with both tears and anger as you waited for a response.

“i just… can’t take being away from you anymore,” Paul replied, looking you in the eyes with probably the softest expression you’d ever seen on his face. it didn’t outweigh the anger and hurt you felt, though.

“yeah, well, you should have thought of that two years ago. i’m not doing this with you if you won’t even answer my questions. you may not want to stay away from me, but i don’t want to be around you.” you stood up, once again collecting your belongings. you managed to dodge Paul’s attempt to grab your hand and slip past him, digging in your backpack for your car keys as you trudged through the sand.

“y/n, wait,” Paul called after you, scrambling to his feet. he followed you to your car, continuing to call your name, but didn’t make another attempt to grab you, which you were grateful for.

“Paul, like i said, i’m not doing this with you.” you repeated. the majority of you wanted to slam your car door closed, drive off, and pray you never had to see him again. but the small part of you that, for some reason, he still had a grasp on, made you look over your shoulder just before getting in the driver’s seat and give him an invitation: “call me if you decide to tell me the real reason.”

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[bobaandasiandramas]

Hey, so I totally dove into to twilight universe, I know I already told you all this but hey guess what I did? Did I write a short one shot (it could be a two shot) for Paul X F. Reader? I did.

Rating : 18+ it's steamy and suggestive. I also wrote this quickly today when I had free minutes so it's not edited or anything.

Pairing: Paul Lahote X F. Reader

UNTITLED

The party was in full swing, you were already a couple of drinks in. Feeling good but not drunk. You had decided to take a break from dancing with your friends and relaxed on the loveseats on the deck. Your friends sat on one seat together while you took the left side of the open loveseat. You placed your glass on the table and continued talking. This was exactly what you needed. Just a relaxing, fun night with your girls. 

You were giggling over a story your friend was telling when your eyes caught Paul and his friends walking over. His friends took the other open loveseat, while Paul took the right side of the seat you were on. He was massive next to you, pure muscle. He looked over and gave you a winning smile before he turned his attention to his friends as he leaned back and spread his legs in a comfortable manner. 

Now you and Paul weren't strangers, you hooked up once or twice in the past, nothing more than heavy make out sessions. You always got interrupted before it could go any further. You could always tell he wanted more, craved it even. You were the one a little more reserved after having a break up with a long time boyfriend. You could be ready now if Paul was still interested. 

Your eyes widened when he spread his legs, his thigh pressing against your own. Your friends gave you knowing looks and giggled. The heat that radiated through his shorts to your thigh had you squirming slightly as your thoughts went straight to the gutter. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and it took everything in you to not freak out. 

Your friends excused themselves to go dance, you decided to stay and at least try to soak in the limited contact. You joined in the conversation with the boys, Jared and Embry were always kind to you and Paul didn't seem to mind you joining in, throwing an arm across the back of the chair. “Hey, Paul,” your voice was just above a whisper. “could you possibly move your leg? It's just that I'm all tight to the corner here.” 

Paul looked over to you, smirking as his brown eyes raked over your form. “Oh, I'm sorry Darlin’. I didn't even realize.” His eyes darkened with what you assumed was lust. 

You felt yourself swallow hard. “It's okay.” 

He shifted slightly turning more toward you, his hands grabbing your waist as he pulled you over and onto his lap, having you straddle him. You were vaguely aware that Jared and Emvry were getting up, wishing a good night. 

“Plenty of room for you to sit here.” His hands stayed on both sides of your hips. 

“You don't mind?” Your hands resting on his shoulders. 

“No,” he tugged your hips forward, rolling you over his hardening bulge. “I don't mind at all.”

You gasp at the sensation, heat flooding your core immediately. You tried to play it off but then he did it again, this time lifting his hips to meet yours. “What's wrong Darlin’?” He chuckled as your grip on him tightened while you bit your lip. 

You could feel the length of him under you, it left little to the imagination. “Paul…” your voice dragged off unsure of what exactly to say. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He feigned innocence and trusted up into your core, if there weren't layers of clothes between you it would have been the perfect angle for him to slip in. 

“Oh god.” you whimpered as you sagged against him. The sheer size of him swallowing you whole. Your eyes closed as your forehead rested against his.

“No gods here Darlin’. Just me.” He whispered, his breath dancing across your lips. “I'm more like the devil anyway.” He rutted into your core once. Then twice before his lips captured yours suddenly. You kissed him back, moving your hips with his hands helping you ride him, turning yourself into a blubbering mess. “That's it dear,” He said once he pulled away, looking deeply at you. “take what you need. I'll take my turn after.”

#Twilight #New moon #Eclipse #Breaking Dawn #Paul Lahote #Paul Lahote X Reader #For my fellow Paul girlies

[nephitis]

Preference; I’d Understand

Alec Volturi and Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!

PAUL LAHOTE

You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.

Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.

“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.

“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.

“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.

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[therandomficwriter]

Lovesick

Who: Paul Lahote

What: Reader has a crush on Paul but starts to get distant after he starts showing interest in a girl. Embry is there to console reader soon gaining the attention of Paul.

Request: No

A/N: I was so surprised that I hadn’t written a Paul imagine till now! But this idea came up and I thought he would work perfect for it! I kinda want to write an imagine for at least one of each Wolfpack member so I’m working on that. Also Please don’t forget to check out the link!⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

The sun was slowly setting, casting hues of oranges, pinks, and purples. The smoke from the crackling fire was all that could be smelt along the beach.

You had been friends with the pack for quite a while and they had invited you to a bonfire, to which you happily agreed. Though, if you were being honest, the real reason you accepted was to be able to hang out with Paul.

Not really knowing when it happened, you had fallen for him a long time ago. There was just always something about him the drew you in and the rest was history.

Staring out to the water, you thought about the hot headed boy, that is, until someone had broken you out of your daydreams. Feeling the sand come at you, you shout in protest looking to see who the culprit was.

“Hey quit thinking about your boyfriend and come join the fun.” Embry chuckled at the bewildered look you spotted.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you quickly protested.

“He is not my boyfriend. And I wasn’t thinking about him!”

“Yeah, but you wish he was.” Quil teases.

“Oh shut up would you two!”

They had constantly teased you since your school days after they had figured out your little crush. You all had been the best of friends which is how you had come to know the pack. Though you had always been the closest to them.

Before their teasing got worse, you swiftly decided to join them in a game of soccer to get them off your back which luckily worked. Taking a quick look around, you sigh not seeing the person you were looking for, before starting the game.

The setting sun soon went dark, making way for the moon and stars to light the sky. You all made your way to the logs to sit down to catch your breathing before the stories began. But still there was no sign of the person you were hoping for.

“Hey does anyone know where Paul is?” You heard Jared ask.

Then the rough voice you had come to love made it way through the air. The quick footsteps coming to a halt as soon as they were close enough.

“Sorry I’m late guys I was uh, busy with a couple things.” He said with uncertainty.

The tone in his voice confused you, but you chose not to say anything. Until Sam spoke up adorning a smirk.

“A couple of things huh?” The knowing sound of Sam’s voice came.

You could tell there was something the guys weren’t saying, all of them seemingly knowing what exactly he was up to. Then you remembered them telling you something about a mind link, and you knew they could hear his thoughts.

“So Paul who’s this mystery girlfriend you were with?” Jared said with amusement.

Knowing he had been caught, not hiding the grin on his face, he shrugged.

“Her name is Rachel.” He said not bothering to deny the accusations of her being his girlfriend.

At the words coming out of his mouth you swore you felt you heart drop to your stomach. You kept quiet all the while the boys were teasing Paul for not telling them sooner.

Embry shot you a quick questioning glance wanting to know if you were okay. You simply smiled back at him not wanting to ruin the night. The excitement eventually worn down and the stories began as the night went on.

Growing cold from the crisp night air, you rubbed your hands along your arms hoping to keep yourself warm. Noticing your discomfort, Embry quietly offered to warm you up, and you gladly accept.

Already being used to the closeness, he wrapped his arm around your side pulling you to him to keep you warm, your head resting on his shoulder. Neither of you noticing the glances a certain someone threw your way.

After that night Paul mentioned Rachel as much as he could and soon brought her to meet everyone. She was absolutely gorgeous, no wonder Paul liked her so much. But to you, this meeting solidified the reality that they were most likely an item.

Your mood dropped, heart breaking more than you thought possible at this fact. Embry thought that maybe a little time away from Paul would do you some good, so you began pulling back from him.

The banter and the conversations you used to share with Paul were now close to nonexistent. Of course you were still polite to him answering in short intervals anytime he would talk to you, not quite meeting his eyes.

This whole process wore you down, just wishing more than anything you would have been brave enough to tell him how you felt. Luckily Embry was there every step of the way.

Any spare time you had was spent hanging out with him. He was your number one supporter. He knew that this thing with Paul was taking a toll on your emotions.

Unbeknownst to you, this not only took a toll on you, but Paul as well. As the weeks passed his temper got worse, feeling agitated all the time. He wasn’t used to not being able to talk to you.

You were his friend after all and to see that you were actively going out of your way to avoid him was hurting in ways he didn’t understand. It was all becoming to much for him and one day he took it upon himself to get to the bottom of this.

The sky was cast with grey as clouds blocked the sun from peeking through. You were heading to Emily’s house for the pack movie night which Embry invited you to. You begrudgingly agreed, not too excited to see Paul there with Rachel.

Taking your time to get there, you decided to walk there to give you time to get your thoughts in order. Hearing the leaves crunch under you, your eyes cast down watching your every step. Then a voice cut through your thoughts.

“Hey Y/N wait up!”

You froze in place at that voice you knew so well. Glancing back you noticed Paul making his way straight towards you. Coming back to your senses you slowly start walking giving him time to catch up.

He makes it to your side swiftly falling in tandem with your steps. Walking in silence for a bit, you wanted so many times to say something but you chose to stay silent, till you realized he was alone.

“Where’s Rachel?” You asked, inwardly cringing from how awkward you sounded.

“She was busy today so she couldn’t really make it.” He said scratching the back of his neck.

You hummed at his words, continuing on your way to the house without another sound. The silence had caused you to notice a lot and you could tell Paul wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Paul asked finally working up the courage to say something.

Stopping completely at that, you wracked your brain for what to say next.

“I haven’t been ignoring you, I’ve just been a bit busy lately.” The lie falling straight out of your mouth.

“Oh don’t give me that shit, I know you’ve been avoiding me.” He said growing agitated.

“No I-” you tried before getting interrupted.

“Was it something I said or something I did?” He asked again.

“What, Paul, no it’s just-”

He began to speak again, “Well then what? You’re obviously doing this for a reason! Why can’t you just tell me what-”

“ITS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU OKAY?!” Your breathing becoming labored, eyes slowly glossing over with unshed tears.

Thunder rumbling the ground announced the oncoming rain. Soon droplets began falling, the sky now crying for the lovesick teen.

“I love you... and you love her. You don’t know how long I have wished you would just look at me the way you look at her. But I know that’ll never happen because I’m already too late.” The tears streaming down your face mixing with the downpour.

“Now if you’ll excuse me I’d just like to go.” Turing around, you started walking from the direction you once came from just wanting more than anything to get away.

“How do you know?!” He yelled after you stopping you dead in your tracks.

“What?” You whispered.

He wanted more than anything to reach out for your hand but he knew better. His body was shaking with emotions, he didn’t know whether or not he’d shift.

He continued on, “How do you know I’d never look at you that way. Never once did you look me in my eyes to know that. You had been ignoring me for a while now and I’m sick of it. You don’t even know how aggravating it is to know that you’re able to talk and be open with everyone but me. Constantly tucking tail every time I come your way, it’s infuriating.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend everything he was telling you, as the tears continued to fall.

“And then seeing you cozying up to Embry, it was hard to control my anger. I constantly wanted to knock him out every time he got close to you. God I wished I could’ve been in him place.”

Finally having enough of his speech you voiced your thoughts.

“Paul why are you even telling me all this? You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that when you have Rachel.”

He chuckled humorlessly before continuing, “Y/N I have liked you for the longest time but I always thought you had a thing for Embry, so I figured I should just move on. Then I met Rachel and I thought maybe this just might work but it didn’t. You just ended up getting closer to him and it pissed me off. Rachel figured out how I felt about you and she understood because we were never really dating to begin with.”

As he was saying all this he started walking closer just wanting to be near you.

“Y/N I have been drawn to you from the moment I met you. I just knew you had to be the one. I promise I’ll love you with everything I have. Just please look at me.” He finished hands reaching up to cup your face.

Your eyes were shut tight trying to take in all this new information. At the feeling of his rough palms on your cheeks, you leaned into his touch, enjoying the warmth radiating from them. Slowly you open you eyes and look up connecting yours to his beautiful brown orbs.

Neither of you felt the world around you anymore. It was like the world fell around you and all that was left was you and him. Both teen felt like they were the happiest people alive finally getting their other half.

You giggled as the happy tears continued falling down your face. Paul looked at you with love filling his eyes, quickly wiping the drops from your face. Still holding you in his hand, his eyes dropped to your lips.

“Can I please kiss you?” He asked.

Shyly nodding, you began to lean in, hands reaching up to rest on his shoulders, your eyes closing along the way. He leaned down finally closing the distance as your lips connected.

It was like everything you had dreamed of and more. He was so warm and inviting you wished you could stay like this forever. Taking your time you both savored the feeling of finally being together neither of you breaking apart, till you finally had to come up for air.

Breaking the kiss you leaned back with Paul slightly following not quite wanting it to be over. You both staring at each other with adoration completely forgetting where you were.

Thunder soon rumbled the ground again breaking you guys from your bubble, quickly realizing you were both soaked to the bone.

Paul chuckled before grabbing your hand.

“Let’s get you to the house before you catch a cold.”

You swiftly agreed just wanting to warm up after having been out here for a while.

The once grey sky began to brighten, the sun shining through the cloud lighting up the two lovers, rain slowing to a sprinkle.

Maybe being lovesick wasn’t so bad after all.

A/N: I really loved writing this story I thought it was so cute! I hope you guys liked it! Please feel free to request because I currently have only one request and I’d love to get some more! Also I’m almost to 100 followers and I have something special coming up for it!

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[spicyyy-muffin]

Sex Eyes

Reader x Paul Lahote

SMUT 

Warnings: Oral Sex

All day. All day Paul had been giving you those looks. It was supposed to be a pack gathering along with the council. Sit around, have a cookout, make some hot dogs and hamburgers. If it was nice enough maybe take a dip in La Push. 

But Paul wouldn’t stop looking at you with sex eyes. You were wondering because of the mind link if the rest of the boys could hear the dirty thoughts you could only imagine he was thinking. 

You were currently sitting in between Jake and Leah. Talking about some chemistry assignment you were working on. Clearly not understand molar ratios. 

You could feel his eyes on you. You just knew it. Looking up you were right. A small smirk grew on his face when he realized I knew. 

Leah nudged me. “Did you hear me?” 

 “What? Yeah, I think you have to balance the chemical equations in the first half and-”

Two burly arms wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Hi pretty girl.” 

“Um and then, uhhh you have to put the molar ratio? I don't know if that’s right. I can come over later to help you if you want?” You turned around, a specific boy already pressing kisses into your shoulder. 

“Hey babe, what's up?” 

Jake was already gone, and you could hear Leah, “No I think I got it thanks though.” 

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” His mouth was blowing warm air into your ear. His warmth and smell intoxicating. 

“We are at a family gathering, get your head out of the gutter Lahote.” 

“Mmmm come on baby I just need to talk to you for a minute, please? Pretty please?” 

You huffed standing up.  

He grabbed your hand pulling you along with him. 

You finally noticed the clouds covering the once sunny sky. “Paulllll come onnn, it was a nice day it's gonna rain soon.” 

He turned around suddenly causing you to bump into his chest. Right behind the nearest shrub of trees. His warm hands were suddenly on both of your cheeks. 

Pressing your mouth into his. His lips were moving slowly. He wanted to take his time, work you up to the level of insanity he was currently at. 

“Mmmmm” 

The soft warmth but rough texture of his slightly chapped lips was addicting. You reached up gripping the soft strands of his brown hair in between your fingers. His hand reached behind your neck pulling you impossibly closer. 

“Paul-mm-” 

“Shhhh”

You finally pulled away. Both of you struggling to catch your breath. 

“Do you think we can get at least 50 feet away from the others before you harass me?”  

“Is it harassing if you want me just as bad?” 

The smirk I adored so much back on his face. 

“Who says I love it?” 

His hand landed on your chest. On top of your heart. 

“I feel like sometimes you forget about my super hearing.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you.” 

Walking down the paved road pulling him behind you with his hand. 

“You love me, don't lie. Where are you taking me woman?” 

It was your turn to turn around with a huff? 

“You’re the one who pulled me away because you couldn’t stop looking at me with sex eyes aren’t you supposed to tell me?” 

His eyes widened and a laugh slipped out. “It's not my fault! I told you not to wear that sundress!” 

You slapped him in the chest, “Is that why Embry kept looking at my legs?” 

His face dropped suddenly solemnly. “He what?” He stopped walking. “Embry thinks he can look at you like that? Yeah okay, I’ll teach him a lesson to make sure he can’t look at shit for a while.” He turned around marching away. 

You ran to catch up with him. “Joke! It was just a joke! Babe-” You pulled his arm so he could look at you. “Baby it was a joke, Embry doesn’t look at me like that.” 

His eyes turned into slits. “Think you're funny do you?” 

You started to laugh. “You should have seen your face oh my-” 

His hands gripped your waist, throwing you over his shoulder. 

“Paul! What the hell?” You shrieked. 

His other hand came down landing on your ass cheek. “Ow! That hurt you, jerk!” 

“That's what you get.” 

He walked into the forest again. It was another 15 minutes until the path became familiar. 

“Are your parents still at work?” 

“Yeah they are going to dinner tonight in Port Angeles tonight too.” 

“Good.” 

He walked up the wooden steps of your porch. Grabbing the extra key behind your mom’s aloe vera plant, unlocking the door. 

He turned around grabbing you again but this time wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Suddenly nervous. Until his lips attached to yours slowly walking up the stairs. Traveling down to the sensitive part of your neck. “I'm sorry baby, but I really need you. Like really bad.” 

He pushed you down on the bed, spreading your legs. 

Pressing kisses into your thighs slowly going higher until he reached the wet patch of your grey undies. He reached for the band, slipping the small material off. 

“Is this okay, can I?” 

“yes, you're perfect.”

He smiled one last time and his lips were suddenly on your core, moving ferociously. 

“Baby, baby ahhh.” 

He moaned against your clit adding another level of pleasure. 

His tongue roamed through your slit moving up and down slowly pressing into your hole. An inhuman growl coming from the back of his throat. You couldn’t tell who enjoyed this more. 

He wrapped his lips around your clit suddenly sucking. Your back arched. “Fuck! Paul, please don’t stop, please don’t-oh my god.” 

Two of his long thick fingers slipped in pressing hard at the spongy part he knew drove you crazy. 

“Doin so good for me baby. That’s it, just like that, you gonna cum for me?” 

Your hands tugged on his hair, “yesyesyesyes.” 

“Fuck that’s so hot, you’re so beautiful, cum for me baby, come on.” 

His lips were suddenly sucking on your clit again. His moaning growing again you didn’t even notice he was grinding against the edge of your bed. 

You reached your peak, euphoria spreading in your veins. “Im cumming, oh my god.” 

“Mmmm” 

You felt it travel all through your legs, your clit pulsing on fire, your whole body was swarming in heat. 

Paul kept licking up your arousal until you started to whine. “Too-too sensitive baby.” 

You closed your eyes as he reached your face, lips slanting down to yours. Making you taste yourself. 

You reached down trying to relieve him before he stopped you. 

“Mm too sensitive babe.” 

He went back to kissing you before you pulled away. 

“What do you mean, I wanna get you off.” 

A smile raised on his lips before a slight blush rose to his cheeks. “You already did pretty girl.”

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[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Opposites Attract (Paul Lahote x Reader) Chapter 3

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Warnings: Swearing

Word Count” 2.1k

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-Your POV-

They were running at a speed that seemed impossible, their size alone, impossible. The shear beauty of the animal, breath taking. This wasn’t the first time you’d dreamt of giant wolves. They visited your dreams frequently, leaving you with all sorts of un answered questions, leaving you the next day, searching “What does seeing giant wolves in your dreams mean?” Yup, you were that kinda girl. You thought there was an answer for everything, and there probably was, but you weren’t going to find the answer on google search. 

You don’t know how long you’d been in the car for. All you knew was you were in pain, then it seemed to ease and a sense of comfort washed over you. Your head felt as if it were floating, snuggled into something warm and soft. A pillow perhaps? You didn’t open your eyes to check, the pain in your abdomen and now across your whole body blinding, you’d woken a few times with a jolt, and then you passed out again. 

The next time you woke up you weren’t moving at all, which you were grateful for, the pain mixed with the motion of a moving vehicle didn’t do anything for your stomach, travel sickness was the bane of your life. Instead you found yourself in a room, the blinds drawn closed, the door shut, your body, in different clothes. A mens t-shirt? When did you get changed? Where were you? You looked around in a daze, sitting up slightly from the comfort of the pale yellow duvet set. Wooden log walls, photo frames scattered on every surface, subtle lighting and a wall lined with books, the smell of home cooking wafting through from the kitchen. You were in Emily and Sam’s guest room, how did you know this? Well for one all of the frames had pictures of the happy couple in, two, you’d stayed over once before, back when you’d been caught in a freak storm with Leah while on the beach. You vaguely remembered the place. You didn’t come over often, what with Leah and Sams history, that and as much as you liked Paul, sometimes you’d be nervous to bump into him. Paul! Speaking of Paul, you groaned and flopped back into the fluffy bed sheets. Paul was at the hotel when the pain started… where was he now? Did he drive with you back home? 

You were about to get up when Leah came bounding through the door. “Oh good I thought I could hear you awake in here.” She grinned at you. “You look like you’re feeling much better!” You pat the space beside you and Leah climbed in snuggling up to your side. 

“So, on a scale of one to ten how bad was it.” The big ‘It’ being how bad was the show in front of your long term crush. Leah shrugged as she looked at you. 

“Nothing was baddd… everyone was just worried about you, you seemed to be in some serious pain, hence why we thought it best to cut the trip short, it’s probably better that were home, it was early hours when we got here so Sam said we could just crash at his.” You raised your eye at you best friend. She was being awfully calm about the whole situation. She said Sams name in a sentence and didn’t get herself worked up. You looked down at yourself. 

“And the clothes? Or lack there of….” That’s when Leah grinned. You didn’t like the way she was looking at you. You inhaled the scent that was on the shirt. Sandel wood and aftershave, a hint of sea salt probably from the misty air outside. 

“That’s Pauls t-shirt Y/N” Your eyes went wide and you knew you were blushing.. did that mean he had undressed you. Leah noticed the panic in your eyes.

“Before you get worked up he just leant the t-shirt knowing you’d be uncomfortable in your dress, I changed you.” You audibly gave a sigh of relief, not knowing how you’d react if the guy you’d been in love with since second grade had finally seen you in your underwear. “He stayed in here with you last night you know, to make sure you were okay. He wouldn’t leave.” Leah was now proper up on one arm looking at you. You didn’t know what to make of it. You didn’t think Paul had even known you existed… You were taken from your train of thought when something started dinging. The mobile on the bedside table started beeping as texts came through one by one. Oh god, you hoped Leah hadn’t told your parents about your episode at the hotel, the last thing you needed was for them to worry. However, you realised when you picked it up, it wasn’t your phone. 

The screensaver was a picture of the guys from the res, all goofing around, it looked like it had actually been taken in Emilys kitchen. It had to be one of the guys. You realised it was Paul’s after remembering what Leah had said about him staying for some of the night. He must have forgotten it when he left. You didn’t mean to see the message but it automatically came up on screen when you tilted the Iphone in your hand.

“Such a shame we had to cancel our date last night handsome, still on for tonight?” There were a bunch of emojis next to the text, the purple devil, aubergine, water droplets. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out whoever this girl was motives were. At first you were embarrassed, to the point where your mouth was kinda slack and Leah was asking you what was wrong. Then you were pissed. 

“He’s such a dick, honestly. I don’t know why this makes him a dick, i’m just so mad. I know I’m not the prettiest, or the funniest, or most talented or anything but jesus christ I wish he would just notice me for once instead of these girls who will put out at the drop of a freakin hat!” Leah had taken the phone from you to see what you were talking about. She groaned and then noticed your whole body was shaking, in a flash she was at the door calling for Sam and the others. All you could see was red. Your vision totally blank, the covers under your hands balled up in your fists tight, your body shaking, heating up. Somewhere in the background you could hear someone shouting at you to calm down, but this time you couldn���t. You heard the sound of ripping and then all of a sudden the world around you changed. For one, everything in the room seemed to get smaller, or maybe you got bigger? You were still angry and started lashing out, only to be tackled by something from the side, leading you to smash through the wall of the wooden house. You still didn’t understand what was happening, until you heard them in your head. 

“Y/N CALM DOWN! We know this is scary but you need to calm down.” It was Sams voice. In your head. Or maybe, the voice was coming from the 8ft black wolf hovering over you. You didn’t scream, you didn’t even seem scared, and it’s because you realised, you were a wolf too. 

-Paul’s POV-

Y/N was safe, sleeping soundly in the room next door, or so Paul thought. It wasn’t until he heard the shouting that he knew something was wrong. Leah called for help and before he knew what had happened there was a bang and Sam was tackling a wolf on the ground outside the house. 

A white wolf. Small, slim, bright, with a single grey patch of fur around an eye. Paul shifted instantly, realising the unknown wolf in front of him was in fact his imprint. He let out a low growl to Sam, even though he was the Alpha, Paul didn’t like the fact he’d just tackled his girl. He looked her over, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth almost comically, all the while Y/N stood staring and the grey wolf now in front of her, he could hear through the bond that she’d just imprinted, feel it too. Now she knew. 

-Your POV-

“Hold the fuck up.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Part of you couldn’t tell if you were in a dream or had just gone plain crazy. The other part of you knew that everything was real but you just couldn’t process the information quick enough. “So you’re telling me, that our ancestors were these shapeshifters and the gene was passed down to us to allow us to shift into giant wolves and hunt down vampires. You know, Vampires, ‘I want to suck you blood’, creepy pale strong immortal beings with no soul? And werewolves, I mean, Shifters..” It was insane. 

“Anddd to top it off, the man i’ve had a crush on since 2nd grade is my imprint, the person I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life?” You glared at Paul who had the audacity to wink in your direction. Looking around you noticed the other faces, all amused at your outburst. Okay, so this wasn’t a joke, it was some sick reality you were now a part of. You hadn’t looked in Leah’s direction yet, pissed that your best friend had kept such a massive secret from you. Obviously you knew it wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t aloud to tell you the tribes secret, they didn’t know that you would be another female shifter, apparently your kind were rare. It still stung a little. 

“What really sucks thought Y/N, is that you’re gonna have to cut you beautiful hair short, our human hair mimics the length of our wolf hair, hence why each of us one by one cut it all off.” Quil sat back and shrugged and Paul growled lowly, not lowly enough for heightened hearing. 

“Why now. Why. I-I have school and I have things I want to do with my life.. I can’t be a shifter..” Reality had started to sink in and you found it difficult to breath. It felt like everyone in the room was staring at you and it didn’t help that you could also hear what everyone was basically saying. Your chair was pushed back with a screech, falling over and hitting the wooden floor. 

“I-I need to get out of here, I need a minute..” You were out the door in a flash, Leah and the boys running after you. Somewhere in the distance you could make out Sam telling Paul to calm down and then heard what sounded like wolves shifting but you’d already made it to the tree line, being able to run faster than you’d imagined still in your human form. 

The air was colder the higher up you got. You didn’t know how long you’d been running for but it had been a couple of hours before you finally stopped. In the middle of nowhere, high up in the mountains you let out a scream, one that sent flocks of birds fleeing from trees, the notes of your anguish scattering in the breeze. Everything would be changing now, life as you once knew it was gone. Part of yourself would never be yours again, having to follow a pack system. Another part of you was giddy at the thought that the man you’d been in love with your whole life turned out to be the one destined for you all along, it only took shifting into a wolf for you both to realise just how compatible you were.

You’d been alone with your thoughts long enough when you heard a twig snap in the distance. The hairs on your arms stood up and your heart started beating rapidly, turning, you calmed when you noticed a familiar figure walk out into the open. 

“Paul.” You could feel the bond running through your veins, seeing him helped you breath better and the physical need and urge to be in his arms was too strong. Like he sensed it too, he was over to you in a flash, taking you in his arms, your body pressed against his, his nose buried in your hair breathing in your scent, like he was saving it to memory. 

“Y/N, it’s all going to be okay, I promise, nothing bad will ever happen to you while i’m around, I know it seems scary now, but it won’t be like this forever. You’re already so strong, and I’m lucky that fate paired me with you.”

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Yoooo. I hope you liked this chapter, I’ve had some writers block recently, just trying to keep going. I’m still not sure what direction I’m taking this fic, I do know however that this is set at the beginning of eclipse! So watch out for some vampire action!

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Feelings Change - Embry Call x Reader

Request: “Hey, since you don't feel comfortable writing about the poly imprinting thing the other anon suggested, I have an idea based on what they said that maybe you could write instead. So instead of the reader imprinting on both, a reaction type of thing for when the reader had a crush on one, but falls in love with the other with time. If it is preference style, you can get to show both situations (crush on Embry, but falls for Paul later and vice versa)”

This is crush on Paul -> love Embry

the Embry -> Paul one should be up in the next day or so 

Having a crush on your best friend was never easy. But when your best friend was Paul Lahote-- things were unbearably difficult. 

Every girl wanted him, he had a bit of a temper sometimes, though it was never towards me, and he simply was just what I wasn’t. He was fun, beautiful, and desirable. 

I knew one thing for certain, while I couldn’t be with Paul romantically, I knew he’d be there at the very least as my best friend. It was us against the world. 

Though our friendship grew as we did, we went from inseparable children to awkward middle school kids, blossoming out some more, and then to high school kids who began to have other friends. Though, we were always each other’s number one. We just had different priorities. 

Paul loved the attention he got from girls, girls that knew nothing about him. They simply knew what he looked like, they didn’t know the struggles he had, the emotions he felt, and the way his lip twitches right before he bursts out laughing. No, they never got to hold his shoulders as he cried about his home life. So no, they didn’t know Paul. 

And I knew for damn sure that Paul didn’t know them. No, he only knew their faces, their physical appearances. He didn’t know their favorite snacks, what kept them up at night, and he didn’t know their struggles like he grew to know mine over the years. He never held them while they cried in his arms. No, he never stayed up all night to do stupid shit they shouldn’t have been, or maybe not in the same way we did. 

However, I grew to accept that my feelings towards Paul were not going to be reciprocated. I learned that I would merely be his best friend, and that was enough for me. He was such a light in my life that I couldn’t allow myself to lose it. 

So I began opening my options to other guys, which did not really end well in my favor. In fact, it kinda blew up in my face when Chase Logan screwed me over. I should’ve known not to trust someone who had two first names as their full name, though. My bad, I guess. It ended poorly when I caught him cheating on me with Chelsea Herrin. While I was never in love with him, it still hurt. It hurt to be betrayed. Paul proceeded to beat the shit out of him, picking up the pieces as always. Not entirely helping the issue of me getting over him, though I had accepted we would always be platonically bound, and nothing more. 

Paul grew closer to some of his guy friends, inviting me to group hangouts. I grew to really love his friends. We had more fun than I could’ve ever imagined. Slowly but surely, they all accepted me into their group. Even if Paul wasn’t there, I would still get an invite from at least one of them. 

Quil, Jacob, Jared, and Embry. We were all in the same grade, though I never talked to them much before Paul formally brought me into their group. 

As the months went on, I found Embry to be someone who gave me feelings of butterflies. He was someone who brought that excitement into me, the one that only Paul was previously able to do. His sweet laugh, his attention to detail and blatant regard for my happiness, my comfort. I found peace within this new group of friends, within Embry. 

Suddenly, I was no longer pining over my best friend. I grew more and more interested in the blooming contact Embry and I had. I was finally able to listen to Paul talk about girls, supporting him genuinely as opposed to faking it, and dwelling in my sorrows later. No, now I felt fireworks when Embry was around. 

And one day, Jared got sick and disappeared for weeks. He said it was mono, but when it was time that he was better he wouldn’t even look in our direction. None of us knew what to make of it, other than that he had joined Sam Uley. It devastated all of us, especially Paul. He was destroyed at the betrayal, the sudden loss of his friend. 

I comforted him, but it didn’t feel like when I used to. I felt no more romantic feelings, I didn’t hope to kiss his lips anymore. 

No, it was Embry’s soft lips that I pined after. Those were the eyes that kept me up at night, plaguing my mind. His soft face, calloused hands were the ones invading my dreams, now.

Embry’s soft gaze fell upon me often, sending shivers up my spine. He was always making sure I was okay, always watching my body language to see how I was doing. 

“Are you cold?” His chocolate brown eyes burned into mine, watching how I hugged myself in Jake’s garage as we were working on a car. 

“A little bit.” I nod. 

“Here, take this.” He takes his hoodie off, his shirt slightly getting caught-- giving you a peek at his abdomen. 

A blush creeps upon your face as he hands it over to you, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Quil and Embry stifle a laugh, as Paul still didn’t show up to the hangout for the night. 

The next half an hour was spent chatting, watching as they all worked on the rabbit. Embry getting closer and closer to you, slowly easing himself into your personal bubble. It was apparent to anyone with eyes that there was something between you two, but both of you were shy... awkward, even. 

Paul comes in, in the off mood he had been in for the last week or two. 

“Hey Paul.” I smile, happy to see my best friend. 

“Hi.” His voice was sharp, impatient. 

It threw me off, no matter how much Paul has been snippy and temperamental with others, he was never like this with me. 

I was taken aback, almost flinched at his harsh tone, Embry noticed and rubbed a small circle on the back of my hand with his thumb. I was instantly calmed, though still upset. 

“What’s wrong, Paul? Do you want to talk?” I ask, voice meek. 

Everyone’s eyes fell to us, wondering what was causing Paul to be so hostile with me. 

“No, I don’t know what’s wrong.” He hissed. “I just... I’m so angry.” 

And he was, he was fuming. I could see it from here. 

“We’ll take a step outside, we’ll get some fresh air.” I offer, standing up. 

“No. I want to hang out, just like we do every week.” He looks at me with hard eyes. 

“Okay, we can do that.” I nod, meeting Jacob’s concerned gaze. 

Paul trudges over, sitting on the other side of me. Heat was radiating off of him. 

“Paul, are you sick?” I ask, touching his arm, then moving the back of my hand to his forehead.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” He scoffs, taking my hand off his forehead and putting it back on my lap. 

“Paul, you’re burning up. You definitely have a fever.” Worry was evident in my voice. 

“(Y/N), stop worrying. You’re just making it worse.” He huffs, rubbing his temples. 

“I-I’m sorry, Paul. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Do you? Because ever since Embry and you started messing around, you don’t seem to be acting like the best friend you always were.” He hisses. 

It felt like someone stabbed me in the gut, twisting the knife. The air was knocked out of me. 

“What?” I ask, shock evident in my voice. 

“Paul, we aren’t messing around.” Embry corrects him. 

“Oh shut up, Call. I’m talking to (Y/N).” Paul seethes. 

“Paul, I still care about you as much as I always did. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stutter, tears brimming my eyes. 

“Oh, so you sneaking around with Embry is what you used to do? We used to hang out and do stupid shit, and now you’re perfectly fine doing that with Embry instead. You don’t want to see me anymore.” 

“Yes, I do. You’re too busy brooding, you haven’t been coming around. You’ve been acting... different. You’re not acting like you, Paul. You’d never talk to me like this.” I choke.

“Well, maybe it’s because my best friend isn’t my best friend anymore.” He seethes. 

And there it went, my heart shattered into a million pieces. My stomach fell into my feet, and my chest clenched. I almost fell over, but Embry steadied me. 

“Paul, you need to calm down.” Jacob stands up, walking over. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He spits. 

I was in disbelief as to what was unfolding before my eyes. I had never seen Paul this angry. This wasn’t my Paul, this was not Paul.

“Paul, please.” I beg, tears threatening to spill. 

His eyes almost softened, but rage was far in too much control of him. I didn’t even recognize him. 

I placed a hand on his elbow, trying to comfort him. He snapped his arm away faster than I thought possible. Tears stung my eyes.

“Don’t touch me.” He warns, his body beginning to shake with anger. 

“Paul, get out of here.” Jacob yells. 

Quil begins to make his way over closer to me, worried Paul was going to hurt me. 

Hell, even I began to almost worry about it. 

“Paul, go home.” Embry instructs. 

“Don’t tell me what to do, Call.” His shaking grew faster, his entire body almost vibrating. 

"Paul?” I ask, a tear running down my cheek. 

He looks over at me, realizing what was actually going on. 

“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know.” Paul whispers to me, running out of the garage. 

I sat there, filled with shock. I was overwhelmed, trembling. I didn’t know who that was, but that wasn’t Paul. No, it couldn’t be Paul. 

Embry’s hand rubbed comforting circles on my back as Jacob and I exchanged worried glances. Quil came and sat on my other side. 

“What the hell was that?” Quil asks in disbelief. 

“I don’t know.” I look down at my hands in my lap, leaving them where Paul threw them. 

A large thumb wiped a tear from my face, it was Embry. 

And that was the last I had seen of Paul for weeks. 

Embry was with me, picking up the pieces that I was left in. He was patient, understanding, and comforting. He showed me the love I knew I needed, the love I always wanted. I fell so hard for Embry, I really did. 

I loved the way his hand held mine, how his hands fell on my waist or lower back, how we snuggled on the couch. I appreciated his presence, we all were so close. We hung out every day, usually joined by Jacob and Quil. 

Embry wiped my tears, he held me when my body shook with sobs. He was the rock I needed, until I no longer cried. He kissed me with his warm, soft lips. He held me like I was a piece of glass. He looked at me like I was the light in the middle of a dark field. Embry’s arms were my new home, Embry was the pure bliss in my life. 

I accepted what was, because that wasn’t Paul. 

My best friend Paul wouldn’t do that. But he did, and he was with Jared and Sam now, leaving me confused beyond words. I still didn’t understand it, I don’t believe any of it. 

I still hung out with Jacob, Embry, and Quil daily. Having fun and trying to make out as best as we could under the circumstances, though something we couldn’t ignore begin to grow. 

It wasn’t until recently that Embry began to have a raging fever, growing more testy. His soft and subtle features growing a bit harsher. He was getting angry at seemingly nothing. I was worried, watching my now boyfriend head down the same path that Jared and Paul took-- leaving me sitting here guessing if and when Embry would do the same. 

Quil and Jake knew my fears, as they worried for the same thing. Embry had grown to act harsher than I had ever seen. He snapped at Quil for hugging me, snapped at Jacob for getting too close, and snapped at me for being careless. 

This wasn’t Embry. No, this was not my Embry. 

We all awaited the inevitable, Embry soon fell sick with mono, too. Just like Paul and Jared. 

I longed for his hands holding mine, his body cuddling into mine. I needed to hear his laugh. 

I needed to be near him, I needed to know what was happening. If he would leave like the rest. 

Quil and Jake tried to be strong for me, but it was useless. 

The two most important people in the world to me were gone. 

Disappeared without a trace.

I couldn’t handle it, I couldn’t handle the unknown. 

I had to talk to Embry, I needed to know where my boyfriend and I stood.

Though, like Jared and Paul, he avoided us like the plague. 

“(Y/N), maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” Quil says sadly, looking into my teary eyes as I told him about my plan to confront Embry.

 Or Paul. Or both. 

I needed answers, and I would not let Quil, Jacob, or anyone stop me. 

“Quil, I’m going. You can come or don’t but I am not sitting and waiting around. Jacob starting getting sick, too. Something’s going on. I’m going to find out.” I whisper, returning his pleading gaze. 

“I can’t, (Y/N).” He whispers. 

“I’ll come back with answers, then.” I nod, leaving his house. 

I got in my car, speeding off. 

I knew that I wouldn’t find them at their own houses, but at Sam Uley’s. 

I would show up and demand answers. 

When I pulled up to the house, I saw a group of four men walking towards it. 

Embry, Paul, Jared, and Sam.

I get out of my car, slamming my door shut, causing them to turn in my direction. Immediately after, Embry and Paul turn back around, letting Jared and Sam handle it. 

“Hey, remember me? Or did you forget?” I yell, pushing through the two men blocking me from my previous best friend and possible boyfriend.

“(Y/N), please. You should go.” Sam looks at me with stern eyes.

“No! I’ve come here for answers. You took my friend, my best friend, and then my boyfriend! And now Jake’s acting weird, then you’re gonna take Quil, too! You’re taking everyone that matters to me, you’re leaving me alone to rot.” I huff.

“(Y/N)-” Jared begins, but I cut him off. 

“No, you listen to me! I’m not stupid. I know that what’s going on isn’t normal, this isn’t how people cut people off-- you don’t get sick. There’s something you’re not telling me! And you two assholes won’t even look at my face!” I was enraged at this point, no desire of holding back. 

“(Y/N), please leave.” Paul’s soft voice begs me, as I stare at his back.

“Fuck you, Paul! You yelled at me, you were so mean before you left? And now you can’t even look me in the eye to tell me to leave? Grow up and turn around before I do it myself!” 

“(Y/N), you can’t do that. Go home.” Sam instructs. 

“No, not until they talk to me. I’m not stupid, this is bigger than what the rumors are. This is bigger than what you’re telling me.” I seethe. 

I push my way through Sam and Jared’s hard bodies, adrenaline pumping through me. They didn’t expect me to actually do it.

I grab Paul’s arm, and try to spin him around but his feet were firmly planted to the ground.

“Paul, look at me right now.” I hiss. 

He hesitates, so I try to turn him again. 

His swollen eyes met mine, worry plastered on his face. 

“You were my best friend, us against the world remember? This isn’t you!” I choke, watching as his face fell with pain.

“And you.” I turn to Embry.

“What the hell? You were there for me, we talked about it all, we cried together. Why the hell are you here, too? Huh? Deciding that upping and leaving me was cool? You said you loved me, I meant it! This isn’t you, either...” Tears brimmed my eyes as I waited for him to look at me, but he didn’t want to.

“(Y/N)...” Embry chokes. 

“No, turn around and talk to me!” I try to pull him to face me. 

But when I do and our eyes meet, I felt all the air leave my lungs. A pressure fell around my entire body, though it was peaceful. Suddenly, I felt like I was breathing air differently. 

Embry’s face fell into one of pure serenity, his mouth hanging slightly agape while his soft, swollen eyes bored into mine. 

“I’m so sorry.” He exhales, pulling me hard into his chest. 

“No, no. I need an explanation, now.” I choke out, forcing myself to struggle against his hold, backing out of his arms. 

“Well, now we can finally tell you.” Paul sighs in relief. 

“Now? Now you can?” I glare at him. 

“Please, just be open minded. You won’t believe us.” Sam sighs. 

“I’m listening, because none of this made sense to me.” I look between everyone’s faces.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

“Okay, so shifting. You shift into a giant wolf. All of you.” I look around at all their faces, sitting at the table next to Sam’s fiancé Emily. 

“Yes.” Embry nods, placing a hand onto mine.

“Listen, I’m gonna need some proof here. I know that you just gave me the entire rundown, which was very elaborate might I add, Sam. But, I just... Come on, you expect me to believe you guys phase into wolves and that vampires exist?” I scoff, looking between them all. 

“Alright.” Paul nods. 

“Show me, then.” I raise my eyebrow. 

Embry and Paul slowly stand up from the table, making their way outside. We all follow. They begin to strip down and I cover my eyes. 

“Keep your eyes open, or you won’t believe us.” Jared mumbles, giving me a pat on the back. 

I move my hands, covering up their lower halves, though finally observing how much more massive they both got. How was that even possible?

Then, they’re both once again seemingly vibrating out of their skin. But as they look as if they were about to burst out of their skin, they do. They turn into massive wolves, five times their size. I almost fell on my ass, but Jared caught me, a chuckle escaping his lips. 

My eyes widen as the wolves bow their heads, causing me to walk over. 

“Alright, sick. So my boyfriend and best friend left me because they turn into wolves and fight vampires. And the rest of my friends will, too? But now I can’t talk to them until they do because I know about this? And nobody was going to tell me for what reason?” I ask, looking at Sam.

“These are tribal secrets, nobody that isn’t a wolf or an imprint is allowed to know.” Sam nods, a whine escaping Embry’s lips. 

I turn around, running my fingers through his soft, silver fur. Amazed at how enormous they were. 

“Well, I don’t know what an imprint is but I am definitely not a wolf. So what made you change your mind and tell me? My solid determination?” I look back.

“I think that’s a conversation you need to have with Embry.” Sam nods, looking at Embry.

“Oh?” I turn back to where I was petting. 

“Okay, well turn back into you and talk to me, please.” I ask, turning around to avoid seeing either of them naked.

“You’re taking this really well.” Emily smiles softly.

“Well, why not? I still care about them all the same. Even though I’m still mad about getting blown off, I get it now. I knew there was something wrong with them.” I shrug.

“Great, another human with way too much comfort in the supernatural world.” Sam chuckles, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

“Bella Swan is dating a vampire. Story for another time.” Jared shrugs. 

“Got it.” 

After I hear shifting of bones and shuffling of people and clothing.

“Hey.” Embry’s awkward voice echoes next to my ear. 

“Hi, Em.” I press my lips together. 

“Well, we’ll leave you to it. But now we can be friends again, so I’ll see you later.” Paul says, slapping my shoulder and jogging over to Sam, Emily, and Jared as they walked back into the house. 

“Well, I guess that’s my cue.” Embry awkwardly fiddles his thumbs. 

“Yes, it is. So what’s going on?” I ask, looking up into those chocolate brown eyes I loved. 

“Okay, so just hear me out completely before you say anything, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“So, imprinting. It’s like gravity is no longer holding you to the Earth anymore, it’s them. You have a whole new center, someone else is holding you down. They’re your world, they matter more than anything. You’d give anything, be anything... for them. Whether that’s a friend, protector, lover... it doesn’t matter. Just being near them is heavenly. But, they hold the reins... they get to decide how the relationship is. Everything is their choice, their pace, their decisions. It’s unconditional love. It happens when your eyes meet the first time after phasing, some would say it’s like love at first sight-- but it doesn’t always have to be romantic. It’s a soulmate, platonically or romantically. But they’re to be protected, honored no matter what.” His rambling was ongoing, but all I immediately thought about was how much he knew of what it felt like. 

“Wow... Embry, did you imprint?” I ask, voice trembling. 

“I did.” His eyes met mine, causing my heart to jump. 

Both in excitement and in fear. I felt tears brimming my eyes. 

“Are you happy about it?” 

“I am, I’m relieved. But I don’t know how it’ll go yet, I wasn’t exactly given an answer, yet.” He smiles softly at me, reaching a hand out to mine. 

“Embry...” I choke. “Do you love her?” 

“Wait, (Y/N). Do you think... No I imprinted on you.” 

My stomach dropped, both in relief but also with nerves. 

“Wait, it’s me?” I ask, unable to prevent a small smile from forming on my face. 

“Yes, I thought that much was obvious. Sorry I didn’t clarify.” 

“No, no it’s okay.” 

“So, what’re your thoughts on it?” He looks at me with pleading eyes. 

“Well, this is a lot, Embry. I need some time to process this all, but I want us to be what we were. I love you, and you always felt like home. But I need to relax tonight. I need to go home and think.” I look up at his chocolate brown eyes.

“That’s okay, you should take time to process it. Just know, I’ll never hurt you, and that I’ll never let anything happen to you. I love you, (Y/N).” He smiles, happy with my response.

“Thank you, Em.” I hug him, burying my face in his neck as he lifts me up. 

Now just to wait for Jacob and Quil to join and forgive me for disappearing. ________________________________ Word Count: 3925

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When They’re Possessive*

You Die

You Run To Them During An Attack

Someone Else Kisses You

Someone Else Flirts With You

Your Child Calls Them Daddy

Mini-Series

Negan x Reader x Daryl:

Bad Guy | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6(coming soon)

Dixon Brothers x Reader:

The Dixon’s Next Door | pt 2(coming soon)

Shane Walsh:

At All Costs | pt 2 | pt 3(coming soon)

Daryl Dixon:

Sweetheart | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6

Do Better | pt 2

Daddy Daryl | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4(coming soon)

You’re Staring

Can’t Sleep

You Know You Like Me

Dating Daryl Would Include…

Drunken Fight

Wasn’t Jealous

Daryl’s Girl

Assaulted

Hit On, Literally

Claimed

Pillowtalk | pt 2

Little Things

Sing For Us

Everything You Want

Don’t Give Up

Welcoming Party

The Poncho

Meet Jesus

Reunited

Admit It

Horny Daryl*

His Shirt

Sunbathing

Night Shift

Welcome To Alexandria

Fun In The Mud

Can’t Lose Ya Too

Another Hot Day

I Can’t Help That I Love You!

A Quick Run

On Watch

Mistletoe*

Don’t Leave Me

Aphrodite Beat Yer Ass

Scars & Stretch Marks

Tattoos

Hurts So Good

Newborn

Negan:

Weakness

Dating Negan Would Include…

I Love You

Anxiety Attack

That Ass

Pickles

Everything You Want

The Blizzard

Fireworks*

It’s Happening

You’re Religious

Shane Walsh:

Jealous*

Dating Shane Would Include…

His Family | pt 2(coming soon)

Surprises

Rick Grimes:

Dating Rick Would Include…

He Saves You

Tara Chambler:

Coming Out To Tara

Paul Rovia:

Meet Jesus

Flirt

Visit

I’ve Missed You*

Abraham Ford:

Dating Abraham Would Include…

Glenn Rhee:

Dating Glenn Would Include…

Marine

Carl Grimes:

Dating Carl Would Include…

Jeffrey Dean Morgan:

Treat You Better

Treat You Better pt 2

Treat You Better pt 3

Avengers:

When They’re Jealous…

How they Kiss You

Eating Disorder

Your Child Has A Nightmare

Tony Stark(Ironman):

Dating Tony Stark Would Include…

One Date

Someone Breaks In

Come Back | pt 2

Possessiveness

Loki Laufeyson:

Dating Loki Would Include…

Mind Games | pt 2 | pt 3*

Jealousy

Let Me Love You

You Don’t Own Me | I Belong To You*

The Mortal

Wound

My Queen

Soft Spot

Anything For You

Bucky Barnes:

Dating Bucky Would Include…

Meeting The Team

You’re Perfect

I Missed You | Protective

Attention

Beauty and The Soldier

Doctor Strange:

Thor’s Daughter

Clint Barton(Hawkeye):

Dating Clint Barton Would Include…

Damn Flirt

Dream Come True

Steve Rogers(Captain America):

Dating Steve Roger’s Would Include…

Someone Breaks In

Safe

The Dare

Something New

Bruce Banner(Hulk):

Dating Bruce Banner Would Include…

Thor Odinson:

Dating Thor Would Include…

Thor’s Daughter

Pumpkin Carving

Pietro Maximoff(Quicksilver):

Dating Pietro Maximoff Would Include…

Nice Fighting

Peter Parker(Spiderman):

You’re A Painter

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

How They Kiss You | pt 2

Dominant or Submissive

Morning After

Who They’re Jealous Of

Texting | pt 2

How You Sleep

Stefan Salvatore:

Dating Stefan Would Include…

Paul Wesley:

Action

Damon Salvatore:

Cute Moment (blurb)

Goddess | pt 2?

Klaus Mikaelson:

Dating Klaus Would Include…

She’s Mine

Groceries(blurb)

The Big Bad Hybrid | pt 2 | pt 3(coming soon)

Elijah Mikaelson:

Can’t Sleep

Presents | pt 2*

Enzo:

Dating Enzo Would Include…

Teen Wolf:

Peter Hale:

Bait

Narnia

Peter Pevensie:

Fate | pt 2

The Hunger Games:

When They’re Jealous

Peeta Mellark:

Can’t Be Together

The Twilight Saga:

Nighttime(Cullen’s)

Nighttime(Wolf Pack)

Cuddling

How You Met

Jasper Hale:

Bruises

Try

Moody

Losing Control

Undeniable Feelings

The First Time**

Paul Lahote:

Run | Chapter Two(coming soon)

Protective

Possessive

Paul’s Imprint

I Need You*

Kitty Kitty

Warm*

Sam Uley:

Alpha’s Imprint

Jacob Black:

Imprinted

I Could Get Used To This

Emmett Cullen:

My Hero

Edward Cullen:

Rainy Day

Seth Clearwater:

Dating Seth Includes…

Law & Order: SVU:

Fake Boyfriend

Rafael Barba:

Protective

Possessive

Another Late Night

Taking Care Of Him

I Missed You*

Sonny Carisi:

William Lewis

Bait

Undercover

Misunderstandings

I’ve Missed You*

Nick Amaro:

Nick Flirting With You

Mike Dodds:

Dating Mike Would Include…

Fin Tutuola:

Coffee?

Harry Potter:

George Weasley:

Thanks Malfoy

Brothers

Behave

Christmas Surprises

Fred Weasley:

Not So Identical

Divergent:

Eric:

He Gets Jealous

Respect

Respect part 2**NSFW

Insecure

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(2016):

How You Meet

Emotional S/O

Unwind

Stretch Marks

Leonardo:

He Realizes He Likes You

In Heat*

Relaxation

Weakness

Raphael:

Flirting | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

“He Likes Her!!!”

In Heat*

Donatello:

How You Meet part 2

Help Me

Protected | part 2

Sleep

Treats

School

Anniversary*

Michelangelo:

No Noise*

You’re Okay Now

The Expendables:

Barney Ross:

Your Ex Hurts You

Welcome Back

Lee Christmas:

Your Ex Hurts You

Boss Problems

Christmas Fights

Gunner Jensen:

Your Ex Hurts You

Don’t Die On Me

Can We Cuddle?

Ticklish

Mine*

Impractical Jokers:

How They Act When They’re Jealous

You Try To Leave Him

Whipped

He Proposes

Protective

Sal Vulcano:

Sal’s “Punishment”

Losing A Challenge For You

Coming Home

You’ve Split Up & He Sees You With Someone Else

Brian(Q)Quinn:

He Misses You

When He First Saw You

You Split Up & He See You With Someone Else

He Defends You

5 Seconds Of Summer:

You’re Not Dating But He’s Jealous

You’re Not Dating But He’s Jealous Part 2

What He’s Like In Bed**NSFW

Eminem:

Who’s He?

It’s My Job! 

#masterlist #walking dead imagine #twilight imagine #teen wolf imagine #vampire diaries masterlist #the originals imagine\ #eminem x reader #5sos imagine #hunger games imagine #baseballbitch116 imagines #baseballbitch116 masterlistg #avengers imagines #avengers masterlist

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: based on this request from @raxwrites where paul imprints on reader but she’s already in a (very shitty) relationship. paul convinces her to spend one night with him and reader realizes just how quickly he’s making her fall for him.

warnings: smut, dom!paul, sub!reader, cheating(?) (on a shitty guy lol)

word count: 5.49k

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you and leah had been friends since childhood. you two were more or less attached at the hip and it was one of the many reasons why leah had decided to fuck with sam’s head and tell you about the shapeshifters. fortunately for everyone, you had taken the news quite well and actually found the whole thing rather funny considering how annoyed you had the opportunity to watch sam get when he heard she broke the news. 

shortly after the news broke, embry had made an off-handed joke about you being paul’s imprint - yet another thing you were unfamiliar with. despite the death stare embry got from paul after saying that, he stumbled out some half-assed explanation of it which left you more confused about the whole thing than ever. 

after both leah and embry had given you the world’s vaguest explanation of it, you had decided to just drop it and go back to focusing on the fact that leah and her entire “friend group” were a bunch of massive wolves. 

all of this led to today where you and your boyfriend were in a heated argument over his night out with a girl who he had repeatedly told you not to worry about. “for fuck’s sake josh! what part of you two spending the night together was platonic?” you yelled, angry tears streaming down your cheeks as you got up from your spot at the kitchen table to find your keys and phone. 

you two had been going at it for over 2 hours now and were making absolutely no progress so you figured now was as good a time as any to get the hell out of your apartment. 

“we literally didn’t do anything! i don’t get why you have to make such a big deal out of everything! you seriously need to work on your jealousy issues because you sound crazy right now!” your boyfriend yelled back, making sure his voice was louder than yours in some weak attempt to assert his dominance over you.

at the use of the word ‘jealousy’ you decided this was it and grabbed your phone and keys before quickly getting out of the apartment, sprinting down the steps to your car despite the sub-freezing, snowy conditions currently happening all around you.

as you turned the ignition on and began pulling out of your parking spot, you could faintly make out josh at the top of the steps yelling some slew of obscenities at you. you ignored him, using the back of your hand to wipe the tears off your cheeks before you were driving over to emily young’s house where leah supposedly was according to her last text a few hours prior.

after hearing that your boyfriend decided to spend the night with another girl (who he adamantly claimed was just a friend), leah let you know that she’d be over at emily’s for most of the day if you needed her or a place to stay for the night while you cooled off.

the drive over to emily’s was only about 10 minutes but ended up taking nearly double that thanks to the snow-covered roads. as you pulled into her driveway and quickly got out of your car, you neglected to realize that the only car in her driveway was one of the boy’s. 

in your haste, you ran up to the door, knocking rather hard when you finally felt the chill from the 20-degree temperatures outside. it didn’t take more than a few seconds for the door to open and reveal paul lahote.

he looked just as confused as you imagined you must’ve but you couldn’t have really cared less, just desperate to get out of the cold at this point, “where’s leah?” you asked with a sniffle as you pushed past him to get into the warmth of emily’s house.

paul stepped back, quickly shutting the door behind him to keep the heat in, “she’s on patrol- or work, fuck, work-” he stumbled out, watching your crying figure as you kicked your shoes off and tossed your keys and phone onto the entryway bench. 

“are you okay?” he asked after a moment, his voice softening as you slumped down in one of the kitchen chairs with another round of tears rolling down your cheeks. you’d seen paul on occasion, mostly in group settings with the rest of the pack but he did drive you home a few times when it was too rainy or snowy for you to walk back so you weren’t total strangers.

you paused at his question, looking up at him pleadingly with tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks. you imagined you must’ve looked like a hot mess. you’d gotten out of the shower just before your boyfriend arrived home so you hadn’t had time to do anything with your hair and were only wearing a pair of old sweatpants and some oversized t-shirt you’d pulled out of the back of your closet.

“do i look okay?” you asked, letting out a weak laugh as you reached your hands up to palm away the tears that couldn’t seem to stop streaming down your cheeks. paul frowned, watching you carefully as he pulled out the chair next to you, slowly sliding down into it as he tried to figure out what on earth to do with you.

“sorry,” paul mumbled after a moment, “he didn’t hit you, did he?” he asked, voice hesitating for a moment before he ended his question, clearly unsure if he was overstepping or not by prying into your personal life despite how little the two of you knew each other. 

you let out another breathy laugh at his concern, shaking your head with a sniffle, “jus’ cheated on me,” you managed to get out, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you pulled your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, still not meeting paul’s gaze. 

every ounce of dignity you had was just shredded thanks to the current state you found yourself in but paul didn’t seem to mind your emotions too much, “you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly, his frown deepening when yet another round of tears came spilling over your waterline and down your cheeks. 

shaking your head, you finally worked up the nerve to peek up and meet his gaze for a moment, “not really no,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper, “i hate that fucker,” you added after a moment, both you and paul letting out quiet laughs at your comment.

“can’t say i like him too much either,” paul reassured, cracking the tiniest bit of a smile which had you letting out a heavy sigh of relief. something in you just felt unbelievably better knowing that someone was able to sympathize with your pain.

“you want some water?” he asked after a moment, offering you a small smile when you nodded. while you attempted to dry your cheeks of your tears, paul got up and quickly got you a glass of water to stop you from crying even more and hopefully lessen the severity of the headache both of you knew you’d be getting in a few short hours.

he handed you the glass, your fingers brushing for just a moment too long, “thank you,” you whispered, taking the glass and sipping on it to give yourself a moment to shake the insatiable feelings you were now realizing you’d definitely been having for the poor boy for months now. 

paul gave your upper arm a gentle squeeze before he was grabbing his phone, “you wanna sit down in the living room? emily’s got the pullout couch in there if you wanna get some sleep,” he asked as he quickly responded to whatever text he had just gotten a few moments prior. you thought about his proposition for a moment before humming and nodding.

“with you?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him as you looked up at him, your small smile coming in stark contrast to you puffy, tear-stained cheeks.

paul rolled his eyes, “won’t make it weird,” he reassured, “just don’t want you getting all worked up again,” he added, and this time you rolled your eyes, hardly able to contain the small smile on your face as you got up and made the incredibly short trek into the living room. 

while you grabbed your phone to see if leah had responded to any of your texts, paul got the pullout set up so the two of you could sit down there and hopefully just throw on a movie or something, “emily said leah is gonna be back in a few hours,” paul broke the silence with after a few moments as if he’d read your mind or something. 

you hummed and nodded, smiling softly when he offered you his hand so he could help you onto the makeshift bed. your hand slid into his as you got into the pullout, pausing for a moment when he slid his hand onto your lower back to help steady you. 

paul noticed your pause, gently squeezing your hand when you peeked over your shoulder to look at him, “everything okay?” he asked, watching as you finally allowed yourself to actually look at him.

your boyfriend or ex or whatever the hell he was must’ve clouded your vision way more than you thought because you’d never really paid any attention to paul or the way he looked at you before. but today, you finally saw how he’d been watching you this whole time, something much softer in his gaze than anything you’d ever seen with your boyfriend.

you’d never seen a man look at you like that before and weren’t looking to lose it anytime soon. before your mind could catch up to what your heart was planning, you were tightening your grip in his hand to pull him closer to you and smashing your lips against his.

paul must’ve seen it coming from a mile away because he didn’t waste any time before he was melting into you, untangling his hand from yours so he could slide both hands down to your hips and pull you closer to him. 

your hands were on his chest, desperately running them down until you found the hem of his t-shirt so you could slide your hands underneath, “fuck,” paul groaned against your lips when he felt the way your palms flattened out against the expanse of his abdomen, your hands sliding up his chest so you could tug his t-shirt up.

paul already understood what you meant, parting his lips from yours for a moment much to your dismay. he let out a breathy laugh as he pulled his shirt up and over his head when he saw the pout that had quickly formed on your face, “c’mere,” he murmured as soon as he had tossed the shirt to the side, sliding his hands back down to your hips so he could pull you closer to him and press his lips against yours again. 

his fingers toyed with the thin material of your t-shirt, “can i take this off?” he murmured against your lips, letting out a breathy laugh when you quickly nodded pulling back so he could help you take your shirt off. 

in your haste getting out of the shower earlier, you’d apparently neglected to put a bra on which left your bare chest exposed to him. paul sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the way your nipples were already hardening as they were exposed to the cool air, “fuck me,” paul groaned, “lay down-” paul ordered, not giving you a moment to process what he was saying before he was manhandling you down onto the squeaky pullout mattress, conveniently wedging himself in between your legs so he could have better access to you.

he didn’t waste any time, latching his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while he massaged your other boob with his hand. “paul-” his name fell off your lips so easily, moaning and whining as he rolled your nipple between his finger and just barely grazed his teeth over the other one, “paul please-” you whimpered, desperately reaching down to pull him up so you could touch him in all the ways your body was begging you to.

“‘s wrong?” he asked with a breathy laugh, already knowing you were definitely more than okay but the sudden whining from you had him a little bit concerned he was being too rough with you.

you just shook your head, desperately reaching down to his sweatpants, “i need you-” was all you were able to make out as you dipped your hand below his waistline, immediately wrapping your hand around his now fully hardened cock. 

paul dropped his head against your collarbone and let out a low groan when he felt your fingers wrap around his length.  “i’ll fuck you in a minute,” he reassured, sliding his non-supporting hand over yours to gently pry it off of him so he could finish prepping you for him.

you let out a disgruntled sigh which had paul laughing again, shaking his head, “you got it,” he mused, dropping down to press a soft kiss to your lips. you were happily reciprocating the action against his lips, running your fingers up his chest so you could snake them around his neck and knot in his inky hair to pull him closer to you.

paul was all too aware of just how you needed him, making quick work of sliding his hands down to dip below your sweatpants, toying with the thin material of your panties for a moment, the frustration leaving you whining against paul’s lips.

he paid little mind to your whines, taking his time dancing his fingers along the outline of your panties, barely brushing his fingers over your covered clit, chuckling to himself when he heard the mewling that left your lips at the sensation, “paul-” you whimpered, tightening your fingers against his hair so you could hold him closer to you.

paul allowed you to hold him close, pressing his lips to your neck, “‘m comin’” he reassured, dipping his fingers below your panties so he could swipe them through your slick folds. you were muffling your whines against the crook of his neck, untangling your fingers from his hair so you could wrap your arms around his neck, a rather loud moan leaving your lips when he finally pressed down on your clit.

“there you go,” he murmured against your neck, slowly circling his pointer finger around your little entrance while his thumb continued to toy with the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs, “breathe princess,” paul reminded as he lifted his head from your neck so he could get a better look at you, hardly containing his laugh when he heard just how fast your heart was beating from your lack of oxygen.

you nodded, sucking in a deep breath as you ran your fingers across his shoulders, dancing them along his chest while paul allowed you a moment to catch your breath, “there you go,” he mused, slowly dipping his pointer finger into your canal, the muscles immediately fluttering around him as you took the intrusion. 

“deep breaths for me princess,” paul murmured as he began curling and uncurling his finger inside you, working at stretching you out for his cock, “such a good job,” he cooed as he watched the way you followed his instructions, your little whines and moans as he continued to toy with your clit letting him know all he needed to know.

once he felt your walls beginning to relax around his finger, he slowly added a second finger to your channel, dropping his head down to press a soft kiss to your lips when he heard the low whine you let out at the stretch, “breathe princess,” paul reminded, his lips leaving yours for only a moment before he was melting into you again, slowly scissoring his fingers as he stretched you out. his thumb gently rolled your clit, the pleasure and paul’s lips against yours serving as a pleasant distraction from the stretching. 

once he’d decided you were no longer tense, he began curling his fingers inside your delicate walls, smiling to himself when he felt the spongey tissue of your g-spot, the sudden hitch in your breathing followed by a low moan letting him know he definitely needed to continue the action. 

he continued curling his fingers against the sensitive tissue, parting his lips from yours to pepper your neck and shoulders with delicate kisses. as soon as he felt your walls beginning to tighten around his fingers, he began working at marking up your collarbone.

“paul-” you whined, flattening your palms against his biceps, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your head dropped back into the pillows as you felt the coil in your belly beginning to tighten. you had never cum with your ex before, always finding yourself needing to take care of yourself on your own time because he couldn’t be bothered with it. so paul managing to have you nearly cumming on his fingers within just a few minutes was forcing you to rethink why the hell you hadn’t gotten with him sooner. 

“cum on my fingers princess,” paul murmured against your collarbone, continuing his steady pace as he stroked your g-spot and rolled your clit.

you whimpered, desperately working to meet your orgasm and come undone on your imprinter’s fingers, “nice and easy,” he murmured when he felt your walls tightening around his fingers, well aware of just how close you were to cumming, “there you go kitten, let go for me,” he encouraged, keeping all of his actions steady, his words sending you right over the edge as you finally complied and let go.

your orgasm washed over you, your walls desperately throbbing around paul’s fingers while he continued to lighten his touches, helping you work through it without overstimulating you too much. you were sucking in heavy lungfuls of air, eyes fluttering open as you worked at getting your heart rate down to a reasonable bpm. 

you wrapped your splayed palms around paul’s shoulders to pull him down for a tight hug. a soft laugh left his lips at your action, slowly pulling his fingers out of your soaked channel, “deep breaths princess,” he cooed, pressing his lips to your hairline while he allowed you a few more moments to compose yourself. 

“there you go,” he chuckled when he finally heard your breathing and heart rate even out to a reasonable level, “you think you can take my cock?” he asked as you loosened your grip on him a bit, allowing him to lift his head so he could get a better look at your expression.

you nodded, “please,” you whispered, running your hands across his shoulders and biceps before sliding them down his chest, looking down to the ever-prominent tent in his pants from you. your cheeks were heating up to a bright pink when you realized what an effect you were having on him, quickly lifting your gaze away from the bulge to look back up at him.

paul chuckled, “i’m all yours,” he reassured, failing to hide his smirk when he saw how flustered you got at the thought of him being yours. you’d been so oblivious to him for over a year now, too invested in your own problems to ever realize just how he looked at you or see how he always managed to be there for you at the perfect time. 

you slowly nodded as you processed his words, blushing an even deeper red when he got out from in between your thighs to get up and tug his sweatpants down. his hardened cock was quick to stand at attention, the tip a fierce red with droplets of precum pooling.

paul smirked again when he saw the way you were staring at his cock, leaning down to hook his fingers around your sweatpants and panties to he could tug them down and toss them to the side as well, “all mine?” you asked after a moment, finally pulling your gaze from his cock to look up at him.

“all yours,” paul confirmed as he got back on the pullout, “get on your hands and knees for me, yea? gonna show you who you belong to,” he added, barely holding back his laugh when he saw how flustered you continued to get every time he spoke to you. 

as you processed his words, paul slid his hands down to your hips so he could help you get onto your hands and knees, the poor pullout bed making all sorts of pathetic squeaks as it desperately tried to stay up while you and paul fucked. 

“such a good girl,” paul praised once you were settled on your forearms and knees, one of his hands remaining on your hip to steady you while he spit into the other one, quickly spreading the saliva across his cock to help lubricate him so you wouldn’t have too much difficulty taking his length. 

paul was by far the largest man you’d ever been with, something paul had managed to figure out by himself when he felt just how tight you were clamped down on his fingers a few minutes prior, “deep breath for me princess,” paul ordered as he slid his hand in between your thighs, dipping his finger into your channel for just a moment to make sure you were still ready to take him before he was pulling it out and replacing it with the tip of his cock.

at the feeling of his cock prodding at your entrance, you reminded yourself to breathe, letting out a slow exhale, and relaxed your hips so paul could pull you back onto his cock, “so fuckin’ pretty,” paul groaned, both hands tightly gripping your hips as he tugged your hips back to impale you on his cock, “keep breathing princess,” he reminded, keeping a firm grip on your hips as he felt the way your walls were desperately working to accommodate the intrusion that was your imprinter.

you were whining, resting your forehead against your hands as you tried to relax yourself enough to make room for paul, “‘s really big paul-” you whimpered, moving to pull your hips forward but paul’s hands remained firm.

“breathe princess,” paul reminded, “i’ve got you, yea? not gonna hurt you, just need to stretch you out on me, okay?” he added, gently rubbing his thumbs in circles against the fatty flesh of your hips.

you slowly nodded, peeking over your shoulder to look up at him, immediately feeling way better when you saw how confident he looked in his promise, “you want me to hold you? might help you feel better,” he suggested, smiling when you quickly nodded.

“c’mere,” he cooed, sliding his hands down to your ribs, slowly pulling you up. as he helped you up, his cock pushed further into your channel, “you’re okay,” he reassured when he heard your whining. he wrapped his arm around you, coming to rest just under your breasts as he pulled you up so your back was flush with his chest.

“just a little more,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around your abdomen so he could hold you steady as he pushed himself the rest of the way into you, “such a good girl,” he mused, pressing his lips to your head when he felt you finally relax into his arms, allowing your head to rest against the crook of his neck.

while he allowed you a few moments to process the feeling, he pressed gentle kisses to your hairline, murmuring quiet praises. once your walls stopped desperately clenching around him, relaxing just enough to accommodate him comfortably, you were letting out a soft sigh, lifting your head up to peek over your shoulder up at him, “feels okay?” he asked, pressing his lips to your temple when you hummed and nodded.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, muffling his chuckle against your hair when he felt your walls flutter around him at the praise, your heart skipping a few beats as you processed just what you were doing with him. you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck in a weak attempt to hide your blush from him, your hands hooking around his forearm to hold yourself steady.

paul decided against teasing you about it, suddenly becoming much more aware of just how badly he wanted to cum inside you when he felt your walls clenching down around him, “you let me know if you want me to slow down, okay?” he asked, waiting for you to nod before he was drawing his hips back, his cock dragging along your walls in the most delicious way possible before he was plunging himself back inside you, not wasting a moment before he was setting a rough pace, one hand holding you up while the other held your hips in place so he could snap his against yours.

you let out a loud whine at the first thrust, dropping your head back against his shoulder again, eyes closing as pleasure began flooding through your system yet again, “just needed my cock in you didn’t you?” he asked with a chuckle when he saw the way you were desperately nodding, loving how much pleasure you were so easily able to provide each other.

he slid one hand down to your abdomen, splaying his palm across the smooth skin so he could keep you steady but also drop his thumb down to toy with your clit. “oh my god-” you whimpered when you felt the pleasure coursing up your spine, forcing your brain into a fuzzy mess as you tried to comprehend all the sensations and emotions spilling through you.

“my cock feel that good? makin’ you feel better, isn’t it?” he gritted out, his thrusts getting rougher when he saw just how quickly you were coming undone on him. he held you up, supporting you as he continued to fuck you as you desperately nodded.

“so good-” you whimpered, “all yours,” you added softly, just loud enough for paul to pick up on it. hearing you admit he owned you just as much as you did him snapped something inside him, suddenly every fiber of his being telling him to make sure everyone knew you were his.

“this pussy is all mine, yea? all mine,” paul repeated, his grip around your chest tightening when he felt the way your walls were suddenly desperately fluttering and clenching around him, both of your emotions going haywire at the connection.

you hummed, squeezing your hands around his forearms in a weak attempt to stabilize yourself, “not giving it to anyone else, you understand? you’re mine now,” paul ordered, pinching your clit between his fingers when he realized you weren’t responding to him. 

a loud moan escaped your lips at the sudden jolt, “not giving it to anyone else-” you breathlessly repeated back, able to form a somewhat coherent response by some grace of god. you weren’t used to being made such a mess from a cock, desperately trying and failing to keep some shred of control as paul continued his ruthless thrusts. 

“that’s what i thought,” paul pushed his hips into yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix to send his point home, the action taking away any control you might’ve had as you fully surrendered in his arms, trusting him to support you, “gonna fill you up so everyone knows just who owns you and you’re gonna take it all like a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked, his rhetorical question sending your brain into a tizzy as you desperately nodded, not trusting yourself to form a coherent response.

paul let out a dark laugh when he saw your nod, your approval being all he needed to pick up the pace until he had your breasts bouncing atop his forearms with each thrust, your moans and heavy breaths filling the silence of emily’s living room as your orgasm rapidly began approaching.

“paul i’m gonna-” you started, gasping when he rolled your clit between his fingers, the action having you dangerously close to cumming without his approval and, based on how dominant he had been with you tonight, you’d imagined he wouldn’t take too kindly to you cumming before he let you.

“such a good girl,” paul praised, “make a mess on my cock for me,” he added, rubbing circles against your clit while his cock continued to stretch you out with each thrust, the small bulge in your belly with each snap of his hips sending him over the edge at the same time as you.

the knot in your belly snapped as paul shot his release into your walls, both of you holding each other as tight as you could as you rode your highs. paul’s thrusts stuttered as his cum spilled into you, the feeling of your walls throbbing around him as you came having him pushing his hips as close to yours as he could, “paul-” you whined when you felt the way the tip of his cock was prodding against your overstimulated cervix. 

“not yet-” he responded breathlessly, “let me fill you up,” he added, holding you close to him as he spilled his release in you. you nodded, relaxing back into him as you came down from your high, both of your breathing heavy and ragged as you came back down to earth. 

you gently squeezed paul’s forearms, lolling your head to the side so you could nuzzle your nose against his collarbone, “there you go,” paul murmured after a few moments, slowly loosening his grip on you so he could pull his cock back enough so he wasn’t overstimulating you to the point of annoyance, “you’re staying here for the night, yea?” he asked, pressing his lips to your hair as he waited for your response.

you let out a soft laugh and nodded, “you can have me in the morning if you want,” you added teasingly, squealing when paul snapped his hips back against yours at the comment, a lewd squelching sound from all the fluids pooling between your thighs. 

“i’ll be holding you to that,” paul agreed, giving you one more squeeze before he was slowly letting you go and pulling himself out of you so he could get you cleaned up. as he helped you lay down on the couch, you intertwined your fingers with his hand, tugging him down so he could lay next to you.

paul complied, allowing you to pull him close to you, “still gonna have to clean you up in a minute,” paul reminded, opening his arms so you could get between them wrapping them around you to hold you close once you got settled. 

“just wanna lay with you for a minute,” you whispered, tossing your leg over his hip to hold him even closer to you as paul got a blanket over your naked figures. your comment had his heart doing all sorts of things he’d never felt before so he settled for just pressing his lips to the crown of your head while you cuddled up with him.

before paul’s mind could get the best of him, you peeked up at him, “i’ll break up with him,” you reassured, smiling when paul let out a heavy sigh of relief, nodding. 

you snuck a quick kiss against his lips, smiling when you saw how flustered you managed to make him over the action, quickly burying your face in the crook of his neck so you could get comfortable and allow him a moment to get it together.

paul gently ran his hand up and down your side, holding you close to him as the two of you just soaked each other in. before he could come up with a response to your promise, he heard your breathing begin to even out, quickly realizing you’d definitely fallen asleep in his arms.

“just a few minutes,” he mumbled to himself, holding you close as he also let the fatigue take over him as well.

bonus: leah, emily, and some of the boys coming back to find reader and paul’s clothes thrown all over the house with the two of them passed out on the pull out couch - all of them can’t stop laughing about it and never let reader and paul live it down.

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[fangirlfanwritings]

Paul Lahote Imagine

Imagine that flips the script a bit, and the reader is a bobcat shifter and during mating season, she's thirsting uncontrollably over her mate Paul

A raging fire that seemed to flicker under your skin woke you up from your sleep. Your clothes were sticking to you from the sweat and your hair was wet and matted around your face. A curse left your mouth as you forced yourself to sit up through the firey pain and stumbled out of bed. The loud noise and absence of you next to him woke up Paul.

He was by your side at an instant looking at every part of you, trying to figure out what was wrong and what he could do; looking for the threat he could attack to get you out of this pain. “Y/N, babe, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

You couldn’t speak from the pain and instead staggered towards the bathroom. “Y/N,” he growled and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You made it to the bathroom and turned on the ice cold water, letting it fill the tub. You climbed in in all your clothes and felt the little bit of relief the freezing water brought to your heated skin. Paul knelt next to the tub watching your nervously. After the overwhelming pain dimmed a little you finally spoke. “It’s my heat,” you admitted.

“Leah hasn’t had anything like this,” his voice quaked. “Are you ok? What can I do?”

“Female werewolves are extremely rare, she might not get one. I’m ok, it just happens once a year during mating season.”

“Mating season, huh?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled through the pain. He reached down with a chuckle and brushed your wet hair out of your face. The touch of his skin on yours automatically took away the pain of the area he touched. When he went to pull away you quickly held his hand to your forehead, he gave you a questioning look. “You’re touch is soothing.” Clothes in all he climbed into the tub and laid with you with his arms and legs wound around you.

******

You woke up in bed with damp hair and one of Paul’s shirts on you. The heat had lessened by it and the pain were still clawing at your skin. It was nearly 1 pm and you wandered out into the house. Still not seeing your mate anywhere you opened the door to the porch and stepped outside. Just as your eyes scanned the tree line you saw Paul’s wolf go to one of the large trees and shift. He stepped out of the trees with a bare chest and his shorts hung low on his hips.

Your heat wound up at the sight and you fidgeted and swayed on the porch. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

You snapped out of your trace and saw Paul walking near you. “You have two choices,” you said sternly. “Either get inside and tell the guys you’re busy for the weekend or turn around and stay with one of the packmates.”

He looked confused for a minute before until it all clicked together. You gripped the hem of his large shirt that covered your body tightly and tapped your fidgeting feet. A coy smirk played on his lips. “Looks like we have plans for the weekend,” he said as he walked into the house.

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[littlemessyjessi]

“Get With the Program”  Twilight Imagine / Headcanons Sam Uley x Reader x Paul Lahote Sam Uley Imagine , Paul Lahote Imagine

Being the dual imprint of Sam and Paul would include...

Pure torture

Lol, jk, well kind of

Let's be honest...they're both fine as hell and they both want your attention

They're going to have it one way or another

Expect accidental nudity

Expect your skin to set fire with a rush of heat

Expect an increased heart beat

Expect a damn near heart ATTACK

Unexpected hugs

Constantly physical contact

One of them with you at all times.

Most of the time it's both of them

They're constantly competing

At first it's cute

However, it gets old fast.

And now they're just on your nerves

Worst part? 

You've developed feelings for the both of them

Do you pull a Bella? 

No. 

No you fucking don't. 

You simply say, "Listen, I like both of you and I'm not fucking choosing.  I want you both and I usually get what I want.  So get with the fucking program and come cuddle me.  Now." 

Best. 

Snuggle. 

Den. 

EVERRRRRRR. 

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[ravencrawls]

Paul Lahote // lost control

request: you help billy around the house when bella storms in and confronts the pack out of his house and paul being super fluffy and clingy till bella slaps him in the face (sort of, i hope this is what you imagined) pairing: paul x female reader warnings: fluff, some violence word count: 1187 a/n: i have a feeling this is shit so i apologize a lot

You smiled as you passed Billy, a broom in your hand as you cleaned the floor in his living room. This was something you often did, since he had difficulties doing it himself. You had offered to help him a long time ago and ever since you came to his home a few days a week to help him with chores. Jacob was always gone and to be honest lazy in the cleaning department. The younger teen helped too, but not as much as you did and Billy was thankful that you took time out of your day to help him.

“Thank you, (y/n),” Billy thanked as you put the cleaning stuff back into the cabinet. “It has been a tough few weeks, Jake won’t get out of bed unless he has patrol.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled. “He’ll come around soon enough. It is all new, he needs time to get used to it. You told me that.”

“Yeah, I did.” Billy laughed.

There were knocks at the door and you felt yourself stiffen slightly, knowing who was probably behind the wood that separated the person there and them. Billy wheeled over and opened it, smiling up at Bella Swan.

“I need to see him.” she said, biting her lip and glancing inside the house.

“He isn’t here.” Billy tried to reason.

Bella seemed to be in thought before shaking her head. “Sorry, I really need to see him.”

The girl pushed past the older man and stormed into the house, nearly bumping into (y/n) when she opened Jacob’s bedroom door. The shapeshifter was sleeping peacefully, arm dangling from his bed and nose buried in his pillow.

“Bella please,” you whispered, trying to calm the girl down when you saw the pack coming towards the house through Jake’s window. “now is not a good time.”

“It is never a good time!” Bella argued, noticing the pack and storming passed you to meet them outside. Your eyes widened slightly as you rushed behind, trying to stop her from doing something she would regret later.

“Bella please,” you muttered, tugging on her sleeve.

You met eyes with Paul and he frowned as the two of you came up to them. The shapeshifter pulled you towards him by the wrist and glanced down at you as Bella started to ramble an attack.

“What did you do?” she demanded as she pushed Sam backwards forcefully. “What did you do?”

Paul tensed and glared at the Swan girl, his arms began to quiver and you rested your hands on his chest. It didn’t seem to help so you put one of your hands on his cheek and he seemed to calm down slightly, glancing down at you and pulling you closer to his heated body.

“Easy,” Sam had ordered him before you calmed him.

“He didn’t want this!” Bella argued.

“What did we do? What did he do, huh?” Paul snarled. “What did you tell you?”

“Paul please,” you muttered, as Embry took a hold of your wrist and pulled you away from your imprint carefully not to alarm him. “It is not worth it.”

“Nothing, he tells me nothing because he’s scared of you.” Bella said, a frown on her face as she looked at the five of them.

That made you laugh, in fact that made everyone laugh except from Sam and Bella herself. Jacob was far from scared, he was pissed and annoyed but not scared. The Swan girl clenched her teeth and within moments Paul’s face snapped to his right, a slapping sound echoed through the yard and Bella held onto her hand in pain.

“Hey!” you screamed, glaring at the girl. “Who do you think you are?”

It was already too late, Paul was fuming, steam basically coming from his skin as he breathed heavily. Embry pulled you further away so that you weren’t near him anymore, you couldn’t calm him down, not when he was like this so you let Embry.

“Too late now,” Jared laughed.

“Bella, get back!” ordered Sam as the girl took a few cautious steps back. “Paul, calm down now.”

Paul lunged forwards, his body twisting into his grey wolf, coming down on all fours. He was still glaring at Bella and the girl let out what sounded like a loud gasp and turned on her heels, the moment Jacob came running from the house.

“Jake run!” she yelled. “Run!”

The girl tripped and fell, another gasp escaping her when Jacob jumped over her and turned into a wolf himself. Paul growled and bit at Jacob, the two of them disappeared into the forest, growls still being heard as they fought.

“Jared, Embry, take Bella to Emily’s.” Sam ordered as he ran into the forest himself.

“Guess the wolf’s out of the bag.” Embry grinned. “Come on, (y/n) I hope Paul sinks some teeth in him.”

***

You sat in Emily’s kitchen, waiting for Jacob and Paul to return. You hoped he was okay, Paul was a nasty fighter and you were sure Jacob was going to end up being hurt some way or another.

“Oh, come on (y/n)” Jared laughed. “Your boyfriend is out there fighting and you’re worried for Jake?”

“Paul can handle himself.” You rolled your eyes as Bella listened closely, resting against the stairs. “Jacob is new to this.”

“It has been a few weeks.” Sam pointed out.

“He is young.” You pressed.

“He isn’t your little brother, (y/n).” Embry said, stuffing his face with a muffin.

“Feels like it sometimes.” you shrugged. You grew up with Jacob, you had known him your entire life even though you were three years older than him. The two of you were always together so you acted like siblings when you were young.

There was a creak and you looked up to see Jacob and Paul entering the house. Jake stayed at the door and Paul rushed past the pack to get to you, pulling you from you chair and hugging you closely as he kissed you all over your face.

“Paul,” you whined as he kissed your nose. “Get off.”

He stepped back, confused as you glanced around him to see Jacob giving you a wink and leaving the house with Bella in tow. Paul didn’t move as he studied you and you turned back to him.

“I’m so sorry I lost control.” he almost begged. “I promised myself not to lose control, especially not with you being there and I broke that promise. You could have gotten hurt.”

“I didn’t.” you smiled, stepping into his arms. “You got mad, it happens. I was angry she put her hands on you so I can imagine how you felt. It’s fine. I’m perfectly safe right here.”

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck as the rest of the peck pretended to throw up behind the two of you, but you paid no attention. He planted another kiss on your cheek and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re such a charmer.” you snorted.

“Course I am.” he grinned, bringing his lips to yours.

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[imaginesfortwilight]

Teasing

Requests: “Hi I love your writing and I was hoping of you could write one where the reader is teasing Paul while hanging out with the pack and then he gets so frustrated that he makes the both of you leave and end up having rough sex in the car please? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense” -Anonymous and “so i saw your sex with paul lahote headcanon list, and i saw the thigh riding and i was wondering if you could write a paul lahote smut with thigh riding please? and the reader would be a curvy girl?” -Anonymous

Warning: Smut

Author’s Note: I decided to add these requests together to give me more of a plot to work with. I decided not to make it car sex bc I have a headcanon that Paul has a tuck, plus I don’t think any car would give Paul enough room to tease/fuck you as much as he’d like to. Also, I don’t write specifically for one body type, I try to write where anyone with any body type reads my work can imagine themselves in it.

Words:  1433

Let’s just say, having a hot-headed boyfriend was fun. Really fun. Not only did he get jealous easily, which led to great sex, it was really easy to tease him as well. Teasing Paul wasn’t that hard either, all you had to do was say the right thing and act the right way and he’d get turned on. 

Paul didn’t really mind you teasing him all too much, as long as he got to touch you within the first five minutes of being teased, but right now, you were at Emily’s, surrounded by the pack and he was ready to rip your clothes off then and there, but the possessive side of him knew that he didn’t want anyone seeing you in a way only he was supposed to see you. He knew he couldn’t say anything to you about it because he knew the pack would hear. 

You could tell the teasing was really starting to get to him, but you were having too much fun to stop. You walked to the kitchen, asking Emily if she needed any help, but she quickly shooed you away like you knew she would. You walk back into the living room to see that one of the boys that previously sat on the floor had taken your spot on the couch, leaving you with no room to sit next to Paul. You smirked, realizing this was the perfect opportunity to tease Paul even more. 

You sat down on Paul’s lap, feeling his hard cock pressed against your ass. You couldn’t help but smirk for a brief second before deciding to play innocent. You squirm on his lap, rubbing against him. You can tell that he’s trying to keep from groaning out in pleasure.

“Guys, Y/N and I have to leave, we promised her mom we’d be there for dinner.” Paul said, out of nowhere. You knew he was lying and you knew what was to come once you got home.

“Okay, see you tomorrow morning Paul. Remember you have patrol.” Sam reminded your boyfriend.

You and Paul headed outside to his truck and got in. You looked over at Paul after you buckled your seat belt. You can tell he was gripping the steering wheel tightly, but not tight enough to break it.

“Paul? Are you okay?” You ask him, head tilted to the side and an innocent look on your face.

“Don’t act innocent, Princess. You know what you where doing.” Paul licked his lips, glancing at you. “Either the boys couldn’t smell you or they didn’t say anything, but I could smell how wet you are, I still can.”

You couldn’t help, but rub your thighs together after hearing the pet name he gave you. He knew how the name made you feel, how it sent shivers down your spine and ignited the fire inside your belly.

The drive to your house felt like it took hours because of your wet core and Paul not doing anything about it. When Paul pulled into your drive way, you both got out of his truck and made your way inside.

Once the front door was shut, Paul pushed you against the wall, not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to assert his dominance over you.

“You think you were being cute, Princess? Teasing Daddy like that? You know Daddy doesn’t like when you tease him around his friends and he can’t touch you.” You felt his hot breath against your ear, your nipples become hard from how turned on you are, his deep voice almost making you moan right then.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You tried to apologize, but he wasn’t having it.

“You teased Daddy, now it’s Daddy’s turn to tease you Princess.”

His hand slipped under your skirt and rubbed your clit through your soaked panties. You knew better than to keep your moans from him. His fingers felt heavenly rubbing your clit after you had been turned on for so long, but Paul knew you couldn’t cum from him just rubbing your clit.

Paul kissed down your neck and jaw, occasionally biting and nipping at the sensitive skin, creating marks. His fingers stopped rubbing your clit and slipped into your panties, pushing two fingers in.

“Fuck, Princess. You’re soaked. Did Daddy make you this way?” He growled in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy. It was you. It’s always you.” 

As you got closer and closer to your climax, Paul went faster and faster. When you were at the edge of your orgasm Paul stopped. He took his fingers out of you and held them by your lips.

“Suck.” He commanded. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked them clean, tasting your arousal.

He moved you both over to the couch. He sat down and patted his thigh, you knew what he wanted. “Time for your real punishment Princess.” 

You laid over his lap, you knew what he meant by ‘punishment’. He lifted your skirt up, getting a view of the black lace panties that you had on, and slid your panties down your legs. His large, russet hand rubbed your ass check before smacking it. “Count.” Paul kept continuing the cycle between rubbing your ass and spanking you until you reached 20. ‘One for each minute you teased him.’

Paul suddenly smirked, an idea popping into his mind. “Princess, ride Daddy’s thigh.”

That was something you never done before. Hell, Paul barely let you ride him. “But, Daddy-”

“No buts Princess.” He scolded. You sat on Paul’s thigh, unsure of how it would feel until you grinded against it. Once your clit rubbed the rough material of his denim jeans, you knew you’d be cumming in no time. The rough feeling against your clit was different than Paul’s fingers. Paul could tell you were enjoying it from the moans and gasps leaving your mouth and the louder you got, Paul knew you were getting closer to your orgasm. 

“Don’t cum yet Princess.” Paul ordered.

You shook your head and panted, “Daddy, please.” You didn’t know if you could stop yourself from cumming. You felt Paul’s larger hangs holding your hips still. You tried squirming, but his hands gripped you tight. You knew your hips would be bruised tomorrow.

You felt they tightness in your stomach fade then Paul let you repeat the process you just went through. You grinded on his thigh until you had enough.

“Daddy, please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. Please. I’m sorry for teasing you.” You whined and pleaded. You felt his hands move to your ass and moved you to where you’re straddling him before he picked you up and carried you to your room.

Paul placed you one the bed, removing the clothes that littered your bodies. His lips then met yours in a heated kiss before they traveled down your neck and torso leaving bright red marks in their wake.

“Paul, please.” You begged him to do something.

“What did you call me?” He stopped his movement.

“Daddy.”

“That’s better Princess.” Paul replied, lining the tip of his cock up with your soaking entrance. You moaned as he filled you up. Hearing his grunts and groans turned you on even more then you were before, causing you to clench around his large member.

“Daddy.” You moaned out as he pounded into you harder. Your nails scratched down his back, fortunately leaving no marks.

Paul pounded into faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Come on Princess, are yo gonna cum for Daddy?” He asked you as he heard your moan become louder and felt you clench around him more then you did before. The pace he pounded into you at had your toes curling from pleasure. 

You called out his name as you came, him following soon after you. His pace slowed down as he drew out your highs. 

When you came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and disappeared into the bathroom, soon coming back with a warm towel to clean you off. Once he cleaned you off and put the towel away, he gave you his shirt and a clean pair of panties, put his boxers on himself while you got dressed, then got under the covers with you.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “I love you Princess.”

“I love you too.” You replied before falling asleep.

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[misc-oneshots]

Two of them

Request: Can you write a Paul imagine where you're his imprint but you don't know and you start getting close to Jacob and he gets all jealous and blurts out that you're his imprint and it ends with fluff and stuff or whatever you want? ❤ For: @emmersdagreat Words: 1,620 Paul Lahote x Reader

“Don’t say it.” Paul snapped as Jared dropped down on the sand next to him. Jared sighed and leaned back on his hands as he watched Paul, who watched you and Jacob giggling on the other side of the bonfire. “You know that you’re an idiot right?” Jared asked. Paul tore his gaze away from you helping Jacob flatten his hair to glare at his best friend, “Excuse you?”

Jared leaned forwards, “You’re the only one out of all of us who got it easy with an imprint. I mean, she already knows all about the pack, she knows that imprints exist and she’s taken all of that information without freaking out. I mean it does suck that she’s close enough to Sam to be his sister so he’s down your neck about it but think about what the rest of us got; Kim wouldn’t talk to me for months, Sam attacked Emily by accident and Quil’s imprint still needs a babysitter.”

“Is this supposed to be a newsflash? Like I didn’t know all of this?” Paul snapped.

Jared punched him in the arm, “I just thought you needed reminding since you’re happy to let her and Jake get so close. Y/N doesn’t know that she’s hurting you and you keep lying to Jake and telling him that you’re rejecting the imprint. Why don’t you let him in your mind? Then he’d see how you really feel about her.”

Paul groaned and rolled his shoulders as close as he was to his pack brothers, Jared especially, he didn’t really like to talk about feelings, not because he liked to pretend that he didn’t have them but because it might spark him into phasing. He especially didn’t like to talk about you because as soon as Sam had felt safe enough to introduce you to the pack he’d imprinted on you. He’d decided instantly that he wasn’t going to do that to you, that he could ignore the imprint, no matter how much it physically hurt him, so that you could stand a chance with someone better.

Sam and Jared knew, he couldn’t keep them out of his mind when he phased, but Sam had tried to respect his choice and kept everyone else off of Paul’s patrols so that he could have his mind to himself for a while. Sam approached Jared and Paul and Jared took it as his cue to leave, he clasped Paul on the shoulder and told him, “There’s nothing like an imprint bud.” Then he left to go attach himself to Kim. Sam took his place in the sand, “You know, he’s right, there’s nothing like an imprint.”

Paul shook his head, “We’ve already had this conversation Sam, Y/N doesn’t need someone with my temper.” Sam nodded, “That’s true but since you’ve been trying to ignore the imprint your temper has gotten worse not better. Trying to ignore the bond isn’t good for either of you.” Paul said nothing.

Sam sighed and sensing that he wasn’t getting anywhere, rose before asking, “Before the pack, Y/N was my closest friend, even still she is and I want her to be happy and my pack to be happy. I’ll stop pestering you about it if you’re happy knowing that even if she falls in love with Jacob, that to him she’ll always just be someone to distract him until Bella comes back.”

With that Sam left and Paul sat stewing in the new rush of emotions that the question had brought on.

---

Jacob’s big grin distracted you for a moment but when your laughed faded you found your eyes flitting over to where Paul was sat with Sam, he looked awful, his eyes had dark circles and his hair was a mess. He’d been avoiding you since you’d met him, you’d even asked Sam if you’d done something but he assured you that you hadn’t, in all honesty you didn’t even know why you were so bothered about someone you barely knew.

Well you did know, you’d had a massive thing for Paul almost instantly after meeting him but you told Sam it was because you didn’t like to see his friends upset. He didn’t look like he believed you.

“You’re starring again.” Jacob warned you and you looked back to him with your cheeks burning at being caught. “Ugh, I’m such a creep aren’t I?” You asked with a groan. Jacobs laughed loudly, “No, you and Paul are more alike than you think. Why don’t you go talk to him?” “Just go and talk to him.” You mocked his voice and he gave you a bored look before you continued, “Every time I get close to him he practically runs away. Do you think he’s mad that I’m not part of the pack?”

Jacob scowled and shook his head, “You’re practically Sam’s sister. You’re part of the pack, that’s not in question.” His certainty and honesty made you smile and you were still smiling when the sand beside you shifted and you looked up to see Paul stood in front of you. “Black.” He greeted. Jacob looked between you and Paul, “Good to see you Paul, over here.”

You raised your brow at his weird phrasing but Paul caught your attention, “Y/N, do you fancy a walk down the beach?” “Of course.” You answered without thinking and he gave you a small smile in response and held his hand out to help you up.

You thanked him and when he dropped your hand he extended his arm for you to take, which you did and were taken back by his warmth.  You walked like that for a ten minutes until the bonfire was barely visible. “Sorry, I just – well here we’re out of range of wolf hearing.” Paul explained. You gave him a nervous laugh, “Well that’s not ominous at all.” Paul shook his head, “I just don’t want those idiots interrupting, I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you.” You let go of his arm and stood back so that you could face him, “I’m sure you had your reasons.” He nodded, “I did but unfortunately they were all stupid.”

“Doesn’t sound like you at all.” You teased. He laughed at your joke but worry still ruled his expression, his large hands caught your hands and held them. You grinned at the heat they generated.

He held your gaze, “Y/N I was ignoring you because I wanted to try to keep you safe and let you find someone better, but I want to be that person because you make me better. I know this is coming out of nowhere but you’re my imprint, I thought I could ignore it for your sake but I can’t and I don’t want too. If you’ll let me, I want to be the one to make you feel safe and make you laugh because you do all of that for me.”

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When Sam heard that Paul had asked you to go for a walk to discuss the imprint he was thrilled, as much as he was unhappy at first he knew that an imprint was a powerful thing and that Paul was one of the strongest wolves in the pack.

Given the fact that you’d spent the past few weeks staring at him like a love sick puppy, he didn’t expect you to come storming down the beach with Paul behind you. You pointed at Sam, “You! We’re supposed to be friends, why didn’t you warn me about this mutt!”

“Mutt!” Paul barked, “This mutt is way too good for you, you stuck up prude.”

The pack stopped to watch you and Paul shouting at them all. Sam stood, held his hands up and asked, “Woah, woah, what’s happening?” “Imprint!” You snapped, “As if I’d be tethered to that for the rest of my life.” “Yeah well you’re no prize!” Paul snapped back.

Sam and the rest of the pack looked between the pair of you, horrified by the turn of the events. Emily, who had been watching from the back, took pity on her wolf and stepped beside Sam, “To say you’re so angry Paul, you’re not shaking.” She pointed out.

Paul sent you a side eyed glance; you were the first to break from your angry façade. A grin spread across your features and Paul followed suit as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on you shoulder and laughed, “Okay so we’re busted.” “What just happened?” Sam asked Emily. Emily brushed his hair to one side, “I think their chat went well, they were pretending to be angry at each other.” “Is this true?” Sam asked you both. “Yep.” You grinned. “Why?” He asked incredulously. “Not much else in the way of entertainment around here.” Paul explained for you before kissing your cheek.

“So you just decided to mess with all Paul?” Quil asked. “Hey, it wasn’t my idea.” Paul laughed and moved one arm from your waist so that he could point at you. You swatted his hand and giggled. “Great, now there are two of them.” Jared groaned and the rest of the pack joined him.

Paul whispered in your ear, “So, how else do you want to mess with these guys?” You leaned back so that you could kiss his cheek and answer, “Oh I have a few ideas.”

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