just a soft rambles from a morning convo w/ @zgrvty ♡
Ryland is soft, sweet, and caring. Like coming home and getting a big warm cup of cocoa.
Six makes me feel protected, loved, watched in the ways I struggle to give to myself.
Driver is that intensity, passion, and overwhelming force that I crave and want to be swept away in.
Holland is the chaos and the giggles and the endlessly well of trauma that I see in myself and I just want to pick up his pieces and rearrange them to help.
Jacob is like the loneliness craving a fix but really needing that deeper solid connection. Yet being scared of being vunerable or knowing wanting him in turn and I get that.
Gurl... So started re-watching Twilight for shits & giggles with my bf. But we got to New Moon today n'd girl👀 ,I remember why I was team Jacob.
Anyway still struggling with finishing my Remmick fanfic ,but thinking of make a one shot about jacob x Black reader. Something more fun ,like maybe a enemy to lovers type of thing but in a 'slice of life' way. Idk y'all lmk ur thoughts ✌🏾
In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, Jacob can't seem to control his urges around you...
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[Playthrough by Anonymous]
"Talk to me. What's happening?"
Jacob's grip tightens, his fingers splaying across your waist. He ignores the question, his focus entirely consumed by the scent of your skin. He looks like he's fighting a physical urge, his chest heaving as he struggles to maintain his composure. The steam of the shower swirls around you both, blurring the edges of the room, but his gaze is sharp and piercing.
He leans in one last time, his nose grazing the pulse point of your neck. He shudders, a sharp tremor that runs through his entire frame. When he finally pulls back to look at you, his eyes are darker, the iris almost gone, replaced by a heavy, clouded intensity.
"You just smell... different," he whispers, his voice sounding rough and strained.
The words hang in the humid air, leaving you blinking in confusion. Jacob doesn't seem satisfied with his own observation; he leans in once more, taking a deep, searching sniff of your skin before he finally pulls away from your neck.
He looks at you, his expression hardening into something suspicious and strained. "You smell... like someone's been all over you," he declares, his voice laced with a sudden, sharp edge.
A soft laugh bubbles up in your throat, the sound echoing against the tiled walls. The sheer intensity of his reaction is almost comical, the way he’s treating a scent like a crime scene.
"You're being ridiculous," you tease, your hazel eyes shimmering with amusement.
Jacob doesn't laugh back. His expression remains grim, his brow furrowed as he leans in again, his nose tracing the air around your shoulder. He seems to be hunting for something, his movements sharp and focused.
"I'm serious," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding rougher, more guttural. "It's everywhere. You smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you."
His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him with a strength that feels new, almost overwhelming. He looks at you with a piercing gaze, his pupils still contracted, searching your face for a lie.
"Are you actually jealous right now?"
Jacob stiffens, his chest expanding against yours. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression a mixture of frustration and an intensity that feels almost suffocating. The steam continues to billow around you, but his focus is singular, locked onto you with an intensity that makes the small shower stall feel even smaller.
"I'm not jealous," he snaps, though the rough, strained quality of his voice suggests otherwise. He looks away for a split second, his nostrils flaring as he catches another scent. "I just know what you smell like. And right now, you smell like someone else."
He shifts his grip, his hands sliding from your waist to your upper arms, pinning you gently but firmly against the tiled wall. His skin is radiating heat, practically steaming in the humidity.
"Who was it?" he demands, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.
"Yeah, well, I've been working near a lot of customers lately," you shrug, the movement causing water to spray off your shoulders.
Jacob shakes his head, his expression remaining grim. He leans in again, his nose brushing against the side of your neck as he sniffs the air around you both.
"No," he grunts, the sound rough and strained. "I mean you smell like someone was rubbing themselves all over you. It's everywhere."
His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest. There is a possessive edge to the way he holds you, a strength that feels more intense than usual. He looks at you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of a lie, his nostrils flaring with every breath.
"Maybe I just smell like the cafe," you suggest, trying to keep your tone light.
Jacob's jaw tightens. He doesn't buy it. He leans in again, his nose grazing the skin of your shoulder, inhaling with a sharpness that almost sounds like a hiss.
"No," he grunts, his voice dropping into a rough, guttural register. "I know the smell of coffee and old grease. This is different. It's... intimate."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and clouded. The possessive grip on your waist firms, pulling you so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, nearly matching the temperature of the steaming water. He looks completely consumed, his nostrils flaring as he searches your face for an explanation that satisfies him.
"Someone was all over you," he insists, his tone leaving little room for argument.
"Well, we did have a new cashier," you admit, a small smile starting to form on your lips. The way he's reacting is almost sweet, if you ignore the intensity of his grip. "I had to help him understand how the registers work. He might have hugged me at the end of my shift, so that's probably what you're smelling."
Jacob's pupils contract immediately, his gaze sharpening. The air between you seems to thicken, the steam of the shower swirling around his rigid frame.
"I don't like it," he says. His voice has lost its softness, sounding rougher, almost like a warning.
You try to hide your amusement, realizing he's genuinely jealous. You start to say something to tease him, but Jacob moves faster than you can react. He reaches over your shoulder, his arm a blur of heat and muscle, and abruptly twists the handle to shut off the water.
The sudden silence is jarring, leaving only the sound of water dripping off your skin and the heavy, synchronized rhythm of your breathing.
The sudden lack of rushing water leaves you shivering in the humid air, your eyes wide as you look up at him. You open your mouth to speak, perhaps to laugh or to ask what he's doing, but Jacob doesn't give you the chance.
With a sudden, decisive movement, he hooks an arm around your waist and hoists you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a surprised gasp, your wet skin sliding against his heated chest. He reaches out with his free hand to snag a towel, clutching it tightly as he strides out of the bathroom and carries you straight toward the bedroom.
You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as you giggle. The sudden movement and the absurdity of being carried like a sack of potatoes make the tension from the shower break into something playful.
Jacob doesn't slow down. He reaches the bedroom and drops you onto the mattress. He's not rough, but there's a certain weight to the way he lets you go, pinning you into the soft sheets. Before you can even catch your breath or scramble back, he's over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head.
His skin is still radiating that intense, feverish heat, warming the air between you. He looks down at you, his expression focused and possessive, those dark pupils nearly swallowing his eyes.
Without a word, he leans down. He starts with wet, heavy kisses across your collarbone, trailing them up toward your jaw. Each touch is deliberate, marking you as his own. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before he captures your lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
"You're still grumpy, aren't you?" you murmur against his lips, your voice sounding breathless and airy.
Jacob breaks the kiss just enough to look at you, his chest heaving. A small, lopsided smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remain dark and possessive.
"I'm not grumpy," he rumbles, the sound vibrating through your own chest. "I'm just making sure you remember who you actually belong to."
He shifts his weight, pressing you deeper into the mattress. The heat coming off him is staggering, making the damp sheets feel warm almost instantly. He moves his head back down, skipping your lips this time to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
You feel the sharp graze of his teeth against your skin—a nip that's just hard enough to make you gasp. He lingers there, breathing you in with that same animalistic intensity from the shower, before he sucks a bruised mark into the sensitive skin of your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with a desperate strength, and let out a low moan that vibrates against his skin.
The sound seems to snap something inside him. Jacob groans, a deep, hungry noise, and shifts his weight to press his entire body against yours. The heat he radiates is almost oppressive now, turning the damp sheets beneath you into a warm, clinging cocoon. He attacks your lips again, his kiss frantic and possessive, tasting of salt and desperation.
His hands slide down from the bed, gripping your thighs and pulling them wide. He moves with a sudden, focused urgency, his breathing coming in ragged hitches. He reaches down, his large hands encircling your ankles to haul your legs up and lock them firmly around his waist.
The shift in position brings you flush against him, leaving no room for doubt about how much he wants you. He looks at you for a heartbeat, his eyes dark, clouded, and utterly consumed.
"You're mine," he rasps, the words barely a whisper. "Only mine."
"Always yours," you whisper, the words disappearing into the space between your lips.
Jacob lets out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping against yours. The heat radiating from him feels like a physical weight, pressing you down into the mattress. He shifts, his movements heavy and purposeful, as he finally slides himself into you.
A sharp, sudden intake of air escapes you, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He freezes for a second, his muscles locking tight, his eyes searching yours with a raw, desperate hunger. He looks almost pained by the proximity, his jaw tight as he fights for control.
Slowly, he begins to move. The rhythm is steady and possessive, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck again, his breathing ragged and hot.
"Mine," he groans, the word vibrating through your skin. "Everything about you... mine."
He picks up the pace, his grip on your waist tightening until it's almost bruising. The world narrows down to the heat of his skin and the sound of your synchronized breathing in the quiet room.
"I love you, Jacob," you whisper, the words slipping out as a ragged breath.
Jacob freezes for a split second, his entire body locking up against yours. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression raw and stripped of the jealousy that had fueled him moments ago. The intensity in his eyes shifts, softening into something aching and profoundly deep.
He lets out a sound that is half-groan, half-sob, before crashing his lips back against yours. The kiss is different now—less about possession and more about a desperate, overwhelming need. He moves with a renewed, frantic energy, his rhythm becoming faster, more urgent, as he drives you both toward the edge.
As the tension reaches a breaking point, Jacob pulls his head back, his chest heaving. He looks at you, his pupils blown wide, his voice a strained, guttural rasp.
"Inside?" he asks, his breath hot against your cheek. "Do you want me to... inside of you?"
You arch your back, pulling him closer with a desperate strength and moaning a breathless "Yes" against his skin.
The sound breaks the last of Jacob's restraint. He lets out a guttural growl, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you one final, powerful time. The world dissolves into a blur of white-hot heat and friction, the air in the room thick with the scent of salt and the heavy, humid weight of your combined breath.
He collapses against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his chest heaving in jagged, uneven bursts. For several long moments, the only sound is the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find a steady rhythm again.
Jacob shifts slightly, though he remains heavy on top of you, his skin still radiating that unnatural, feverish warmth. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, right over the bruised mark he left earlier.
"Mine," he whispers, his voice sounding wrecked and satisfied.
You lie there for a long while, tangled in the damp sheets and the oppressive, comforting heat of his body. The frantic energy of the last hour slowly ebbs away, leaving a heavy, syrupy lethargy in its wake. Jacob eventually stirs, shifting his weight to pull away just enough to reach for the towel he'd brought from the bathroom.
With surprisingly tender movements, he begins to clean you, wiping away the remnants of your passion with careful, slow strokes. Once you're dry, he settles back down beside you, pulling you firmly against his side. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, powerful thrum of his heart while he caresses your hair and presses light, lingering kisses to the top of your head.
Jacob tilts his head, taking a long, deep sniff of your skin. A slow, triumphant smile spreads across his face. "You smell like me," he murmurs.
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Could you write a fem! reader insert x Jacob Black where reader is the new girl in forks and is trying to fit in. She ends up getting stranded and Jacob is cruising through and offers to help her out. There’s instant attraction but slow burn to get together because of the existence of Bella Swan (also bonus points if reader has curly hair & tan skin 👀🙈)
so do you want this to be a poc reader orrr?? cause im good with that
