Saga's Tales

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[sagatale]

Dreams of you was easily top three little fics that I've read about Jacob, you truly delivered

Ah, thank you soooo much!<3

[sagatale]

I loved your writing about Jacob please do more

Thank you! I have more coming soon, I promise!

[jadehoneyy]

only the lord knew how he got in this predicament, standing in front of you in the pouring rain. it’s not like how it was with bella though, not close. there’s not nearly as much tension. sure, there’s tension. but not tension for miles on end. plus, jacob wasn’t mad. hell no. hell no! he was just, irritated per se

“you don’t understand,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. he wasn’t jealous, though it’s not hard to make him jealous. but he’d never really been jealous his life. only a few times. “y/n!”

of course, with how stubborn and slightly annoying you were, you were walking off. while he was talking. he followed you, large hand wrapping around your wrist, turning you back around to face him. he stared at you, rain drops pouring down his already soaked face. “you don’t understand,” he repeated, his tone seeming slightly pleading, actually. what was up with him?

he’d been acting this way for as long as you could remember. he didn’t act this way around anyone else. different. it was like he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, always having to touch you, always having to talk to you, keep you occupied. but it was like he was keeping himself occupied. you were cooking? he’d chatter non-stop, as if you were bored cooking. going on a walk? he’d tag along. you figured, maybe he had a crush on you. it wouldn’t be odd, many boys at school had crushes on you. occasionally, you’d get that thought that was— “maybe he imprinted on me..” but, that was too odd. that’d never happen. right?

“let go, jake!” you huff, trying to pull your wrist out of his grip. he was holding you so hard, his knuckles were turning white and you had a feeling there’d be a bruise. he was starting to scare you.

“no! not until you understand, which for you to understand— I have to explain!” jacob nearly shouted, only raising his voice an octave. he let go, though. you stepped back, giving him a disgusted look. he had an understanding look. “y/n—“

you didn’t let him finish.

“no, fuck no!” you shout, turning away from him. you start to walk off, towards your car. jacob sighs loudly, standing in his spot. his feet were practically ingrained in the mud, if he moved you’d probably see the spot where his feet were for millennia’s.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you, y/n!” he yelled, voice cracking. what? what!? your hand was on the door handle, head cocking to the side to look at him. what was he talking about? “I imprinted on you so long ago, so long ago! I’ve been trying to hide it, but I can’t anymore!”

oh god. you overthinking it all had been right. oh christ.

jacob walked over to you, feet thumping on the ground to the same rhythm of your heart. you looked up at him, completely astonished. there was absolutely no way he imprinted on you. you didn’t want to believe him. you didn’t know how to react.

then he pulled you into a kiss.

[sagatale]

Oh, this is sooooo good!🥹

[sagatale]

Dreams Of You

Hello everyone! So, I thought I would give posting fanfics a shot, starting with this small "blurb?" of Jacob Black. Obviously, aged up! I have been wondering quite a lot recently how imprinting would feel and be perceived since it's described as more intense than normal love. I really hope you like it, and if you have any other ideas for a longer fanfic you would like me to write next, let me know, and I might write it!<3 sexual content 18+ minors dni

“I dream of you all the time.” His voice was low, his breath brushing against your collarbones as he found a place in the crook of your neck. Warmth surrounded you, scorching skin burning through the layers of clothing, heating you until all left were cold fingertips and even colder lips. “Even when I’m awake, I still dream of you.”

The words were almost unrecognizable as his mouth pressed against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. His words never failed to make your heart flutter at his blatant affection for you. Never did it cease to overwhelm you, for he told you that there were truly no words that could describe how he yearned for you every minute—every second of his long, exhausting days. 

Indeed, you couldn’t imagine what that was like, for if you harbored feelings in that vast amount, there could be no other way for you to deal with them than simply exploding. 

Sometimes, when Jacob was perched over you, arms wound tight under your back as he hugged you close to him, strong legs helping him push into you, you could almost be sure your thoughts weren’t too far off the mark. The way his hands always seemed to handle you softly now strained against his strength, pulling you so tight against him as if having you close was the only way to keep him from eating you alive.

His pronounced brows permanently furrowed something so terribly, eyes tightly shut as sweat dripped down his skin, the salty substance dripping down your chest as his lips distracted themselves by dragging his tongue over your pulse, breathing in your scent til it consumed him whole. Strained breaths could be heard, grunts mingling with your quiet whimpers as your hands trailed over his shoulders, feeling his body tremble beneath them, shaking something so terrible. 

You’d ask him if he needed a break, worry consuming you when his strong arms gave up, pressing into you more urgently as the bed rocked against the wall. Yet it turned out there wasn’t anything the matter with his stamina as he growled in protest when you tried to sit up, his heavyweight over you making your attempts futile, desperate lips finding yours as he slowed slightly, grinding into you as you moaned at the tortuous rhythm he set. 

“You’re shaking, Jacob.” You’d say quietly, fingers threading through his damp hair as his hazy, warm, brown eyes found yours, once more planting his lips against yours. “I’ll be okay.” He’d mumble through the kiss, tongue caressing yours as his hand softly placed itself on your cheek, threading over your skin as if it were porcelain.

It didn’t take long for him to move inside you again, eyes glazed over as he stared into yours through lidded eyes, mouth open over your gasping one as your fingers ran through his black hair. Bringing him down to you once more, you felt the ridges and bumps of his upper body against you, muscles clenching with every thrust as if it took every willpower of his to control himself. 

“God.” He panted out, releasing you to slap his hands against the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly in one hand as you heard them rip under his harsh treatment, the other hand taking hold of the headboard. The wood complained under his hard hold, crumbling as his hold tightened. Your hand found his cheek amidst the pleasure coursing through you, thumb carefully stroking the skin as you whispered his name.

It felt like every sense of reality was swept away from Jacob as his unfocused eyes fell on you, heart thumping so hard against his chest it felt like it would punch through both skin and bones. Shaking his head, he looked at you again, still finding your lidded eyes staring back at him like he had created the world you walked on. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” He grunted, reveling in the feeling of your cold fingertips against his hot cheek as his stomach coiled something so terribly, making him believe he was going to go insane with desire.

In a way, he always feared being this close to you, for only being in your presence was overwhelming for him, never mind feeling your soft skin against his and hearing your pleasure-filled whimpers as he took you. Oh, how he had longed for you, how much he longed for you now, even though he was the closest to you he could ever be. 

He didn’t lie when he told you he always dreamed of you. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you, like you were carved into his eyelids. He never could get close enough, and while that was a curse in itself, it was a curse he wouldn’t trade for any other.