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MY HUSBAND REMINDS ME OF QUIL! STOP IM MELTONG I HAVE A QUIL ATEARA IRL SOMEONE PLZ SAVE ME!

⋆·˚ ༘ * QUIL ATEARA HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 being in a relationship with quil

the golden retriever boyfriend energy is so real. quil is always excited to see you. he could’ve seen you an hour ago and still be like:

“there’s my girl!”

he lifts you off the ground in a hug like you weigh nothing and spins you just to hear you laugh.

he insists on calling you every cute nickname in existence, but most often it’s:

“babe. baby. angel. sweetheart. lovebug. sunshine. hey, you—adorable creature, come here.”

you once tried to count how many different ones he used in a day. you lost track around 27.

he’s super touchy. like, it’s almost comical. his arm is around you at all times. if you’re sitting, you’re on his lap. if you’re standing, his hand is in your back pocket. he has absolutely no sense of personal space with you.

“i just like knowing you’re real,” he shrugs, nuzzling into your neck.

“i’m not gonna disappear, quil.”

“yeah, but you might float away if i’m not holding on tight enough.”

third wheeling with embry and jacob used to be your life. now they third wheel you two. embry’s still salty about it.

“i swear to god, if i see you two cuddling during movie night again, i’m launching popcorn at both of you.”

“that’s fair,” you admit. quil just winks. “totally worth it.”

he gets jealous in the funny way, not toxic—just absolutely dramatic. like if someone even breathes in your direction:

“you saw that, right? he looked at you like you were the last slice of pizza on earth. i will fight him.”

“quil, he asked for the time.”

“exactly. that’s how it starts.”

he loves showing you off to the pack. and he’s got no chill about it.

“isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? like, how is she even real?”

you’re literally in pajamas. eating cereal.

“quil—”

“no. don’t downplay it. you’re art, babe.”

he goes out of his way to cheer you up when you’re sad. one time you had a bad day and he showed up with your favorite snacks, a giant hoodie of his, and said:

“okay, bad mood begone. i brought cuddles, sugar, and a movie where everything explodes.”

he loves cuddling so much it’s actually a problem. you try to get up in the morning and he clings like a koala.

“five more minutes. or fifty. who needs sunlight anyway?”

the wolf thing doesn’t scare you. he was worried it might—but you just looked at him and said:

“so you’re like…hot and supernaturally fast now?”

“well, i’ve always been hot, thanks.”

you just rolled your eyes and kissed him.

he’s obsessed with your laugh. like, actually addicted to it. he’ll do the dumbest stuff just to hear it—wearing socks on his hands, pretending to be a dinosaur, or dramatically reading cereal box labels in shakespearean tones.

“if thou desirest a breakfast with whole grain goodness… behold the blessed cheerio!”

“quil, it’s 7 a.m.”

“and yet i’d rise at dawn each day for the sound of your laughter.”

quil is surprisingly soft-spoken during quiet moments. when it’s just you two, laying under the stars or wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, his voice gets all low and gentle.

“you know i’d do anything for you, right?”

“i know. i’d do anything for you too.”

“good. then keep letting me hold you like this forever.”

he’s constantly offering you his hoodie. like even if you’re already wearing one.

“here, take this one too. layer up. you look so cute when you’re drowning in fabric.”

sometimes he stares at you like he just remembered he loves you all over again. he doesn’t even try to hide it. you’ll be brushing your teeth or tying your shoe and catch him with the softest expression.

“what?”

“nothing. just… how’d i get this lucky?”

you’ve fallen asleep on his chest more times than you can count. he rubs your back, plays with your hair, and always whispers something soft before you drift off.

“sleep, baby. i’ve got you. i’ll always have you.”

when you cry, quil completely breaks inside. he’s not good at holding back his emotions when you’re hurting. his whole face crumples, and he gets down to your level instantly.

“tell me what to do. please. i hate seeing you like this—just tell me how to make it better.”

you’ve patched him up after patrols. he insists it’s no big deal—“just a scratch”—but you can always tell when he’s hiding how bad it hurts.

“you don’t have to baby me.”

“i’m not babying you, i’m loving you. now hold still, tough guy.”

quil gets insanely flustered when you wear something he thinks is cute. it could be a new dress or one of his shirts—either way, he goes red and stumbles over his words.

“you—you can’t just walk around looking like that and expect me to stay calm, okay?”

“but it’s literally your hoodie, quil.”

“exactly. my hoodie. and you make it look illegal.”

when he’s really in love-mode, he blurts things without thinking. like…

“you know i wanna marry you, right?”

cue silence.

“wait. that was—okay, that came out way faster than i meant it to.”

“but do you?”

“…every damn day.”

his imprint on you makes everything deeper. you feel it in the way he watches over you, listens to every word like it matters, defends you with his entire body, and looks at you like you’re the sun itself.

you still remember the day he told you about the imprint and what it meant for you. it was when you first started to date, taking things slow, and then the imprint changed everything.

he tried to hide it but one day the whole truth came out—rushed, broken, raw.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“quil— what?”

“you’re my imprint. that means… you’re it for me. forever. but i didn’t want to trap you with that, or scare you. i just—god, I’ve been in love with you for so long, and the second it happened, it got worse. it’s not obsession, i swear. it’s just you. it’s always been you.”

you didn’t say anything at first. just looked at him with wide, unreadable eyes.

quil’s heart sank like a stone.

“…you’re gonna run now, huh?”

“no,” you whispered. “i’m going to kiss you.”

and when your lips met his? it was everything. the imprint clicked into place from your side now—your body just knew.

he trembled when he held you, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

“you don’t have to love me yet,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “just let me love you. let me show you.”

you didn’t even hesitate.

“then show me, quil.”

and he did show you. everyday since then.

quil’s love is loud, unapologetic, and forever. you never have to question it.

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Plus size reader x Paul *long please*

Reader decides to get a tattoo and Paul offers to go with her because he knows how painful it is *you pick what tattoo she gets* When they get to Emily’s afterward so shows everyone the tattoo and they insult the tattoo and make her regret it. Paul steps in and start a huge fight. Him and reader go to their special spot and he shows her how much he loves her new tattoo

Trampstamp

A/n: lowkey feeling trampstamp! Those are what I pictured, but if you have something else in mind, USE IT!

You're on your stomach with your shirt lifted a bit. The tattoo artist is working on your lower back. Paul is beside you, holding your hand.

"You're doing good, sweetie." The woman tattooing, you says. "It's so cute." She smiles.

You're clutching onto Paul for dear life. The pain isn't THAT bad, but it's still there.

"It does look really good." Paul smiles down at you.

----- IT'S HEALED!----

You are at Emily's with everyone else there, too. Everyone is laughing, having a good time, and hanging out. Sam and the pack just came back from some wolf life stuff.

Jared stuffs a muffin in his mouth. "You know," he speaks between chews, "I heard miss edge over there just got a tattoo." He points over at you.

Kim slaps his arm softly. "Mouth closed." She tells Jared sternly. She looks over at you and smiles. "I wanna see!"

Paul smirks and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. He thinks it's hot as hell. He's smug about this, ready to show off his beautiful imprint and her new tattoo.

You smile and stand up. You turn around and lift your shirt slightly.

"IT'S SO PRETTY!" Kim gasps.

"I really like it! It fits you, dear." Emily says.

"It's aight." Quil says.

Jared and Embry stay quiet. Sam is too occupied by making lemonade to even care.

"Uh... that's uhm.." Jared says.

You turn around and look at him. You see him looking over at Embry. They're both holding their mouths closed, trying not to burst into laughter.

"What?" Kim asks Jared with attitude as if daring him to insult you.

Embry and Jared burst into laughter.

"DUDE! THAT'S THE TATTOO THAT ONE NIGHT STAND KIND OF CHICKS GET." Embry yells, laughing.

Jared snorts from laughing so hard. "Not only that, BUT THAT'S UGLY AND PERMANENT!"

Your face is red in embarrassment and sadness. You regret getting it now. You sit down and look down at your lap, zoning out. But in the background you can hear Emily, Kim, Sam, and Paul sticking up for you.

You're suddenly brought out of your head when you feel the table move across the room. You jump and look up to see Paul punching the shit out of Jared.

"PAUL! STOP!" Sam orders.

Paul growls and stands up, holding Jared by the throat. "Apologize, right now." His nose flares. He's shaking, trying not to shift.

Jared sighs. "Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry!" He turns to look at you. "I'm so sorry to you, mostly. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He stammers his words and tries to get out of Paul's grip.

After Paul calms down a little bit, he drives you guys home. He's gripping the steering wheel. His mind is brewing with ideas on what he's gonna do to you in that bed to let you know he loves it.

You guys get home, and he lifts you up over his shoulder, making you yelp. He gently smacks your ass.

"I love that fucking tattoo. I like seeing it when I'm fucking you from the back." He grumbles while walking into the bedroom.

He throws you onto the bed. He hovers over you and presses a hot and fast kiss to your lips. He grabs your waist and flips you over onto your stomach. He pushes up your shirt and pulls down your shorts.

He sees your tattoo. His mouth waters almost.

"Fuck."

He leans down and presses kisses to your tattoo. His tongue slid on your skin with his wet kisses. His hands move under your stomach and move up to grope your tit's.

You bite your lip and close your eyes, enjoying the feel of him worshipping you.

He gently bites your ass cheek below your panties and pulls back. "Don't you ever regret this tattoo." He pulls one hand away from your breast to spank your ass. "Fucking say you love it." He orders.

You're completely turned on, honestly. And now, you do love the tattoo. Paul has you fully convinced. "I love my tattoo." You whimper.

"Good girl."

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sooooo idk if that’s possible lmao but maybe Paul or Jacob or maybe even Embry are on her phone cause reader allowed them to check something cause their phone is death and then reader gets a tumblr notification and either one of these three see some not so innocent stuff? like genuinely see that she’s reading smut in her liked posts lmao 😭😭

I feel like Paul would say something like “I could make that reality you know?” help 😭

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You and Paul are sitting at Emily's house with the rest of the gang. You and Paul are on the couch.

"Shit, I forgot to text Billy Black about the yard work." Paul mumbles. He digs into his pocket for his phone. When he turns on the screen, it doesn't turn on. "Well, hell." He turns to you. "Baby, can I use your phone?" He looks you in the eyes, his hand is held out on your knee for your phone.

"Yes." You look in his eyes and smile. You place it in his hand. You lowkey are in a trance with this man.

He notices and chuckles. "Thank you, ma'am." He looks down at your phone and texts Billy. In the middle of doing so, your phone dings. His brows furrow as he see the tumblr notification.

Bunny reader tied up by...

You blush and grab the phone. "Babe, you weren't supposed to see that." You groan.

He bursts into laughter. "Baby! You read porn?!"

You sigh and look away awkwardly. "Maybe."

He chuckles and goes onto your tumblr. He sees that dirty shit you read. Lots of it is sub!reader stuff. He exits out of it and finishes texting Billy.

Your cheeks are beet red. You're so embarrassed. You know he doesn't mind you reading that stuff. But it's different when he ACTUALLY SEES IT!

He hands his phone back to you. He takes your chin in his hand, and he turns your face to look at him. He looks deep into your eyes. "All you had to do was ask and tell me." He smirks and pulls your head down to kiss your forehead. He mumbles against your skin, "Tonight."

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Omg I just got some good ass requests!!!!! I'm pulling up yall. Pulling UPPPP

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God I need more nEOWWWW

The itch - Part II

Summary: Reader is a friend of the band but III doesn’t like her too much and the feeling is mutual. Or is it?

Pairing: III x fem!reader

Warnings: +18 language, slight exhibitionism

Word count: 3800ish

A/N: I hope you like it, please, don’t forget to give me feedback! And let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part! 🖤

Almost three weeks have passed since that night and you've been avoiding him ever since. It wasn't hard since they're on a mini UK tour but today they play at home and you cannot not go, it would be too suspicious.

The show was insane as always, you're backstage waiting for them to come off stage. You're releived that you're meeting under these circumstances, in front of the others, you don't know how you'd behave if there were just the two of you.

“There she is!”

IVy is the first one to spot you, grinning widely as he walks towards you, arms spread wide open. He pulls you in a tight hug, he's thrilled to see you. You can faintly hear III scoff somewhere in the background but no one pays him any mind, too busy chatting amongst themselves eagerly about the concert.

"Hi guys, great show, as per usual."

You smile as ach of them gives you a hug, except for III, obviously. You're chatting and catching up and you try not to dwell on what he might think of you. After a while you say your excuses to go out for a smoke, hearing footsteps behind you immediately as you step out to the corridor.

It's him.

III follows you out with a grim expression. He’s been watching you, the sight of your laugh, the feel of your hug greeting the rest of the band driving him crazy. He’s been itching to get you alone, to confront you about the way you’ve been avoiding him. You walk out into the night, the dim light of the hallway casting shadows on your face. He catches up to you in a few long-legged strides, his voice low and gruff.

“Give me one.”

His tone is commanding and your stomach is already in a knot from what is about to come out of this. You reach out your pack and you watch as his long fingers pull out a cigarette hastily. He looks at you, his eyes are almost glowing in the low light and you know you're fucked. He's gonna confront you, you can't avoid him anymore.

He lights the cigarette, taking a long pull, his eyes never leaving your face. He can see the tension in your body, the discomfort in your eyes, and it only adds to the anger and agitation that’s been brewing inside him for weeks. The smoke fills the space between you and he exhales slowly.

“You gonna ignore me all night?”

He mutters, his voice a rough, gravelly sound.

"I'm not ignoring you."

You state, in a hardly believable tone before raising the cigarette to your lips, taking a long drag. You need more time to figure out what to say, god, you should've prepared yourself for this.

“Bullshit.”

He scoffs, his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space with his tall frame.

“You’ve been avoiding me like a bloody plague for three weeks. You're always there at the UK shows but not this time, no.”

He can’t keep the frustration out of his voice, a mixture of anger and hurt in his eyes.

He knows you're lying, of course he does, he's not an idiot but you keep pretending.

"Very self-absorbed of you to think it has anything to do with you."

You snap back trying to keep the distance, trying to remain cold.

“Cut the bullshit.”

He hisses back, his patience running thin. He closes the already narrow space between you, his body mere inches from yours. His eyes are fixed on your face, his jaw clenched.

“You don’t think I’ve noticed? You don’t think I’ve seen you dodging me, avoiding me, pretending I don’t exist? You think I’m daft? You’re a terrible liar, love.”

The nickname slips out his mouth again, almost effortlessly.

"Why do you care so much..? To my best knowledge you don't even like me. It should be a blessing that I'm ignoring you, don't you think?"

You're still buying time, unsure of what outcome you want for this situation. You look at him with intense eyes, exhaling the smoke out your nostrils.

“Don’t play dumb…”

He growls, his eyes hardening as he tries to keep himself under control.

“Don’t act like you don’t know why I care."

He swallows hard, fighting the urge to touch you.

"I just want to know why you can’t even look me in the eye after what happened that night.”

His voice gone soft with his last sentence and it throws you off your balance. You're not used to him like this, you know him as cocky, as kind of hostile, you can work with that.

But not this.

"I was drunk that night, I didn't know what I was doing."

The fuck were you drunk, you were merely tipsy but you won't admit that.

His heart stutters in his chest, a brief flash of hurt and disappointment passing across his face. He tries to mask it with a scoff but he’s not quick enough and you see it.

“Are you serious? You’re pulling the ‘I was drunk’ card on me?"

His voice is low and harsh, his jaw tight. He hates the sound of bullshit as much as he hates how much he wants to shut you up with his lips.

“Drunk my arse. You weren’t drunk and we both know it. Don’t insult me by assuming I'd believe it.”

Killing your cigarette you're staring at the ground, you have to admit that he got you cornered both physically and logically.

"What do you want me to say then, huh?"

You lash out, not so much on him but rather on yourself out of frustration.

"That I got scared? That I got confused by you so much that I couldn't carry on with what I truly wanted to do..?"

Your voice is trembling.

III’s heart nearly explodes at your words and it makes something snap in him, his self control disappearing.

"What exactly did you want to do, huh?"

He grabs your elbow, his grip tight, pulling you against him in a desperate bid to make you look at him.

"Let me go."

You hiss.

"No."

He almost growls as he wraps his other hand around your other elbow, yanking you even closer, your body slamming into his chest causing him to let out a shaky exhale. He’s got you right where he wants you, trapped between him and the wall, no escape.

God, he's stronger than he lets out, you're taken aback by the intensity of his grip though you'd hate to admit how much you love his hands on your body.

"I wanted to kiss you, I wanted you to kiss me, anything to be close to you."

The words fall out of your mouth, feeling a strange sort of relief finally saying them out loud you continue.

"I wanted you not to leave me, to come up to my flat.."

Fuck.

He nearly growls as he hears your words, every one of them stabbing through his chest, his eyes burning with desire and something more… something dangerous.

“Why didn’t you then?”

He mutters, his lips only inches away from yours. He’s breathing so hard his chest is heaving, his words coming out in short puffs of hot air.

"Fuck, why didn't I then..do you hear yourself? You.. you actively insult me, belittle me and make me feel unwanted, what do you think I feel when despite all these things I still want you?"

You're almost tearing up from the frustration.

"And for fuck's sake, you can have anyone, why would you want me, don't make me laugh."

Your voice is quiet, you're unable to mask how hurtful the thought is to you.

"Now let me go."

His blood runs cold at your words. It feels like someone has just stabbed him right through the heart, all the guilt and frustration he suppressed bubbling to surface, threatening to tear him apart.

"You really need me to spell it out for you?"

He growls, pulling you to him roughly, pinning you against the wall, his body flush against yours, his breath hot on your skin, his eyes burning with intensity.

He continues, his voice low and ragged, his mind clouded with desire.

"I want you. For some insane, inexplicable reason… I want you. Do you know what I fantasized about, for weeks? I've got this perfect imagination…"

His voice is barely above a whisper now, his lips grazing against your neck, not quite touching your skin, just close… so close.

“I imagined how your skin would feel against my fingers… how it'd look with my marks on it…”

He moves to the other side of your neck now, his body pressing hard against yours, his muscles taut, his heart racing, like he’s about to run a marathon.

"Oh fuck..."

You whisper, you're clinging to him, your hands coming to his shoulders.

He growls at the sound of your voice, low and needy. His hands are on you like he just can’t get close enough.

“I’ve had images in my head… of all this beautiful hair spilled over my pillow, of you coming undone under me…”

He whispers as he moves his hands to your head, his fingers combing through your hair gently.

“Of those lips, of this gorgeous mouth…”

He moves his thumb across your lower lip before pulling it down gently, his gaze focused on your mouth. His breath hitches as he continues.

“Of how my name would sound on your tongue...”

He's acting so different, so out of character that you honestly don't know how to react to him other than moaning softly. Your hands are on his now, the feeling of his fingers moving under yours driving you crazy, craving more. As his thumb grazes your bottom lip again you involuntarily place a soft little wet kiss on it, surprising yourself.

The moment your lips meet his thumb, he nearly growls again, his body feeling like it's on fire. His eyes are dark pools of desire, his whole being screaming to take, to claim.

"Holy fuck.."

He mutters in ragged breaths as he pushes you harder against the wall, the sound of your moan shooting straight to his cock. His hand leaves your hair and goes to your hip, holding you tightly to him.

"Do it again...please.."

You do as he says, this time looking into his eyes as you kiss his thumb gently, fighting the urge of sucking it into your mouth.

He’s breathing so hard it’s like he’s sprinted a marathon, his eyes dark and unfocused. Seeing you look at him so intently, so open and needy… it’s too much.

"Bloody.. Jesus, fuck.. "

He says softly, his hand slipping from your hip to your ass, his grip tight and possessive. He closes his eyes tight, his face close to yours.

"Don’t look at me like that."

His grip on you softens a bit but he keeps you pinned against the wall, his body still pressed tightly against yours from head to toe.

"Makes me crazy, thinking… imagining things…"

He mutters, his hand slipping into your hair, his fingers tracing your neck in a maddeningly soft manner.

"What..what things..?"

You ask whispering, relishing in his attention, how his every movement is almost reverent, he's touching you sensually. The fact that you haven't kissed yet is making this whole situation even more heated, erotic even.

His breath hitches as he hears the words spill from your lips, his eyes fixated on yours as the memories of the fantasies he’s been having wash over him.

“Filthy things. Naughty things.”

He mutters, his fingers tracing down your neck, his body pressing impossibly tighter against you. he moves in closer until his lips are almost brushing against your ear.

His hot breath against your ear combined with what he's saying makes you shiver, you can't take it anymore.

"Tell me, please...I deserve to know.."

His brain seems to be short circuiting at the sound of your pleading voice, his eyes fixed on your face, the way your lips look so damn kissable, pink and pouty and oh so soft… he wants to taste them so bad it physically hurts but you’re asking him to talk, you’re asking for him to spill his mind, his most shameless thoughts and feelings, and in return…?

God, this is insane.

He hesitates for a second before he swallows hard, and whispers in your ear, his words coming out in a ragged breath.

"I imagined you on your knees, looking up at me just like this..with your lips around my.."

He doesn’t finish sentence, he can’t bring himself to do it. Instead he lets the words hang thick in the air between you while leaning closer to you, his lips hovering over yours for a few seconds before he places a hesitant little peck on them, his former confidence long gone.

He’s trembling, his body shaking, he’s not looking at you as he speaks, he’s avoiding your eyes, his tone is rough and breathy, like each individual word is a struggle.

"You want me to tell you more, huh? You want to listen to me spilling all the filthy things my sick mind’s come up with..?”

You kiss him back, just as softly as he did before.

"Yes..."

He swears under his breath, his entire being consumed by the sensation of your lips against his, even just for a split second. It’s making him want more, he wants to taste every inch of you, he wants to drown in you.

"You’ll regret it if I do."

He mutters against your mouth, his hands shaking as they rest on your face, so close to claiming your lips again.

"I highly doubt that."

You dart your tongue out, making contact with his lips in a quick lick. You enjoy how slowly you're moving, you hope no one interrupts you, you want to keep going for as long as possible.

His eyes widen at the feeling of your tongue on his lip, the small, soft, barely-there touch makes him moan despite himself, his fingers digging hard into your skin.

“Fucking little tease….”

You smirk as his fingers are gripping your chin and jawline, keeping you in place as now he licks into your mouth slowly. You feel like never before, this is the single most erotic experience you've ever had and you hardly even kissed. You can't swallow your moans, imagining the work of his tongue somewhere else too.

His brain feels like it’s going to explode when he hears that moan spill out of your mouth, his own lips parting with a gasp. Hearing you whimper and moan has him rock hard in his jeans, his hips involuntarily bucking against you. His tongue slips between your parted lips, his thoughts getting dirtier by the second. He’s going crazy, the wet softness of your mouth against his making his mind spin.

“Fuuuuck...”

He moans, his lips moving desperately against yours now, his control slowly slipping away.

"You think I wasn't imagining things about you..? That I wasn't fantasizing, creating fake scenarios in my head nearly every night about you..?"

You've found your confidence and it feels liberating.

He can barely breathe, his mind and body consumed by what you’re saying. Hearing how badly you wanted him, how much you craved him… He’s almost panting now, his fingers sliding into your hair, his body pressing closer to you like it’s trying to melt into you.

“Fuuuuckk, tell me….tell me what you were imagining… Please.”

He begs, the words sounding so foreign on his lips.

He's showing a new side of him, needy, desperate, vulnerable. Traits you've never seen him present before.

"The same thing as you.. what you didn't dare say out loud.."

Your hands cup his face, pulling him closer to you, your breath fanning over his lips.

"On my knees in front of you..wrapping my lips around your cock.."

Your voice is painfully quiet but you know he hears you all too well.

His head is spinning, his mind reeling with the image of you like that, he wants to ask for more specific details but his words are caught in his throat. He’s completely coming undone, at the mercy of your every word.

“Oh… fuuuccck…”

He stutters, his mind replaying the same image, over and over, of your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Please….please….”

He’s begging now, his eyes begging for something, desperate.

"Please what..? What do you need..? I'd give anything.."

You say in a breathy voice, placing a soft kiss on his lips again, short enough to ruin his chance of kissing you back.

His mind is filled with thoughts he can’t begin to comprehend, your words and your kisses are a drug, he’s addicted already but he wants more.

"You...I n-need you..."

He mutters as he tries to catch your lip again, only to be denied.

"Fuuu-ck...please, let me kiss you."

His voice sounds pathetic, pleading, desperate.

Good, you got him begging for you, who would've thought. You open your mouth slightly before biting down your bottom lip as an invitation, waiting for him to kiss you properly.

He practically growls at the sight of you biting down on your lip, the urge to taste it too strong to ignore. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dives in, his lips claiming yours with an almost feral intensity.

The kiss is hot and messy, sloppy and needy. The way his lips are moving against yours is borderline unhinged, it’s like all the frustrations of the last three weeks has finally been unleashed in this one kiss.

III’s grip on you tightens, his hands almost desperate to touch every inch of your body, to claim it, to make it his. He moans into the kiss, the sound low and feral, his body moving against yours with purpose. One of his knees moves between your legs, pushing up, just enough to press against your core, to let you feel how badly he wants you.

You gasp into his mouth as you feel his knee between your legs. Fuck, this is getting too heated, you're in public and it's almost a miracle that no one has caught you yet.

His body feels like it’s on fire, the heat from your core is driving him mad. He bites down on your lower lip, his tongue flicking against it as he pulls back for a split second.

“Bloody hell….”

He grunts, his knee pressing against you even harder, desperate to feel as much of you as possible. He buries his face in your neck, his lips hungrily attaching to the sensitive skin of your throat, sucking and licking it with fervor.

"Aahh..."

You moan into his ear as you're grinding against his knee, your body's out of sync with your mind. You know you need to stop, you need to be the voice of reason for both of you, but boy is it hard.

He presses his knee harder against you, enjoying the way you're grinding against him, the sound of your moans sending chills down his spine. He bites down on your neck, hard, the need to leave his mark on you overwhelming.

"I want you so fuuucking bad..."

He moans against your skin, the words coming out as a guttural growl.

"Please...let me take you home."

"Yes, please... we shouldn't be doing this here.."

You whisper, stopping the grinding you pull away from him quickly, as if it was forbidden to be this close to him.

He feels a pang of disappointment as he feels your body pull away, a sharp feeling of emptiness taking over him. He wants to pull you back, to hold you against him, to keep the moment going, but he’s also right, you’re in public after all.

"Yeah... yeah, you’re right."

He says, taking a step back, his eyes still hooded and dark.

"You… you’re ok coming to my place?"

At the same time you're opening your mouth to reply we hear IVy calling for him from the corridor.

Thank god you stopped doing what you were.

You quickly put another cigarette in your mouth, offering one to him again, as if covering your tracks.

"My place. Text me when you're finished here."

You say hastily before IVy steps out the back door and joins you.

III's eyes dart between you and IVy, his mind still a bit rattled from what just happened. He takes the cigarette you offer him, grateful for an excuse to act normal, to cover up the tension that's still between you. He nods slightly in agreement, his mind still reeling from the intensity of your moment together.

"Yeah… I'll text you."

He mutters, his gaze lingering on you for just a second too long before IVy's voice snaps you both back to reality.

"Hey, there you are."

IVy says with a smirk, noticing the tension between you two, but not fully grasping the situation.

III quickly snaps back, shaking off the intimate moment with a casual demeanor.

"Yeah, just grabbing a smoke."

He says, his voice a bit tighter than usual.

You're grateful for both how quickly he can switch back to somewhat normal and how IVy is almost oblivious to what is going on between you. You're chatting casually, smoking when IVy asks you about the after party.

"So, what’s the plan for the after party then?"

He asks, his tone somewhat playful. III, still trying to play it cool, responds with a casual shrug.

"I think I'm skipping it tonight, I'm tired as fuck."

You say trying to sound indifferent but inside you're screaming. You know III can't dodge it but all you can think about is him in your apartment, in your bed, in your arms. You know he wants the same but he has to show face.

IVy nods, taking another drag of his cigarette, his curiosity piqued by your response.

"You’re skipping the after party? That’s not like you."

He comments, his eyes flickering between you and III, trying to read the situation. Meanwhile, III’s heart is racing as he hears your words, his mind still replaying the intensity of what just happened. He wants nothing more than to ditch the after party and go to yours, but duty calls.

"I know, I know, but something's off, feeling a little bit under the weather."

"Damn, that’s too bad."

IVy says with a slight frown, his concern for your health evident. Meanwhile, III's heart is thumping in his chest, his fingers twitching at your lie, trying hard not to smirk.

After a while IVy goes back inside and you know III has to go with him, there's no excuse for him. When he starts walking inside you squeeze his forearms quickly, stopping him in his way.

"Text me, when you're finished. I'll be waiting."

Your tone is low, you speak catiously.

III nods, the touch of your hand sending sparks through his body. He meets your gaze, his eyes burning with intensity as he responds in a hushed, deep voice.

"I will. I’ll be there as soon as I can."

There’s a part three coming! Stay tuned loves.

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Hellooo! I just love your fics. I'm dying for some mean/soft Dom II! Thanks 💜

Dom!II Thoughts

Warnings: nsfw, smut, uhhh idk I think it’s self explanatory

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Mean!

✶ Okayyy SO, you get mean!dom ii more than soft dare I say?

✶ Maybe not mean all the time, perhaps more…impatient, which may come off as mean.

✶ He just (to me) comes off as someone who gets what he wants and only asks once.

✶ But he’s very calm-all the time.

✶ To a point that it’s almost scary.

✶ He’ll say the filthiest shit to you with a straight face.

✶ “On your knees so I can get a nice view of you gagging on my cock.”

✶ At first, you might think he’s joking.

✶ Until you don’t move fast enough for him and he’s manhandling you however he pleases.

✶ He’s patronizing too.

✶ “Did you hear me, or are you too stupid?”

✶ “You’re playing dumb. You can and you will.”

✶ One of his favorite games is to text you an hour before he gets home with specific instructions on how he wants you presented.

✶ He knows you’ll listen.

✶ But if you don’t…welp. ORGASM DENIAL.

✶ You can’t convince me he’s not big on that.

✶ He’s rough the whole time. Getting you righttt to the edge- then completely removes all contact.

✶ Most times he’s doing this until you eventually just cum without him even touching you.

✶ It’s always weak and disappointing though.

✶ I’ve already delved into this with him but mans LOVES impact play.

✶ Will use it as leverage.

✶ When your ass is pink and purple from his incessant spanks, you’ll do just about anything.

Soft!

✶ Ekkkk soft!dom ii is a treat.

✶ A lot more patient with you and goes out of his way to ensure you’re good with whatever’s happening.

✶ He’s demanding but in the nicest way possible.

✶ “You always look so good on your knees, why don’t you get down there so I can see.”

✶ Layers compliments into whatever he’s asking you to do.

✶ “On the bed so I can mark up that pretty skin of yours.”

�� BIG fan of forehead kisses when he’s in this mood.

✶ Also…overstim.

✶ Takes his time getting you off, which is what you want, but then he wants you cumming over and over again.

✶ Or, until you’re just a crying, shaking mess.

✶ Very supportive during the whole thing.

✶ “I know, sweetheart, but give me one more. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

✶ “So sensitive, huh? You’re okay, just a little longer and I’ll let you get up.”

✶ Likes his hand loosely around your throat while he kisses you.

✶ He never applies a lot of pressure, but it gets the point across that he’s the one in control.

✶ Opts for heavy petting and massaging rather than spanks and swats.

✶ His favorite position is doggy with you in a loose headlock RAHH.

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Save me soft dom ii.

I had lots of fun writing this.

K. Bye bye.

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hi lovely !!! paul x reader who’s always sleepy and is known for nodding off constantly and always being tired despite the pack’s high energy ??

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Paul and the guys are wrestling in the middle of your living room. You're laid up on the couch sleeping.

"YOOO!!!" Embry yells as Paul holds Quil on the ground.

Paul shoots his head up to look at you. You're still peacefully asleep, breathing slow with small snores.

"Geez, how does she always sleep when we are around?" Jared chuckles.

Embry tilts his head and steps closer to your sleeping body. "What they say? When you're tired, you need iron?" He looks at the rest of the pack confused.

Paul and Quil look at each other and start laughing at Embry. Paul, let's go of Quil. He walks over to you and kneels down. His hand gently shakes your shoulder.

"Baby girl, wake up." He whispers and chuckles. He turns back to his pack members. "She's just a sleepy lady." He turns back to you and kisses your cheek.

You groan and roll over and look at Paul. "Oh shit. Hey, babe." You sit up and rub your eyes, yawining. "I'm up."

Jared snorts. "I give her an hour or so." He crosses his arms.

You flip him off.

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The pack and imprints are outside. The boys are wrestling and annoying as usual. Sam thought it was an amazing idea to buy a trampoline for them.

You, Kim, and Emily are on lawn chairs, drinking tea and relaxing in the weather.

"BABY! LOOK!" Sam calls out to Emily while doing a flip on the trampoline.

Quil and Embry are in the grass, waiting for their trampoline turn.

Despite the loudness, you nod off. Kim giggles while looking at you. She elbows Emily and points at you. Emily snickers and looks back at the guys.

"Paul! Your girl is out!" Kim yells.

Paul stops jumping and looks up at you. When he does, the weight and strength of shifters end up breaking the trampoline. It falls, giving out. The metal poles fall and hit the guys.

"Ow! I didn't even get to jump yet!" Quil sighs and rubs his head.

Springs are popping, the girls beside you are laughing, every loud sound echos into the woods.

But you remain asleep.

A few moments later, after the boys clean up the unfixable trampoline, Paul walks over to you. He pulls you up and into his arms. He sits on the chair and holds you in his lap.

"Hm?" You wake up. You look up to see Paul. You smile and nuzzle into his jaw.

He places kisses on your forehead. "Welcome back, my love." He traces circles on your hip. "You slept through everything." He pulls back slightly and chuckles.

You furrow your brows and look around. You see no trampoline, and everyone is inside. "What happened?"

Paul laughs and grabs your chin. He pulls you to his face and kisses your lips softly. "Sam was being fat and jumped too hard." He mumbles.

Sam steps out of the kitchen and looks at you and Paul. "DON'T LIE PAUL! IT WAS YOU!"

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morning sex with Embry??🤭🤭

The sun came up, but you were still asleep. Both of you still naked from last night. Embry rolled over to face your back. He started playing with your hair. His fingers running through your strands woke you up when his fingers got caught in a tangle. You begin to stir and groan.

"Oops..." He whispered.

You sigh and roll over to look at him. You expect it. The sex. Every single morning, Embry wants to have sex. It doesn't bother you, actually. I mean, let's be real. He's hot.

He smiles at you and cups your cheek. "Baby, how'd you sleep?"

You smile and move closer to him. You wrap your arm around his waist. "I slept well. It ended abruptly when you decided to pull my hair." You giggle.

He smirks and kisses your forehead. "That was my bad, baby."

You playfully roll your eyes. The fake attitude makes him roll on top of you. His erection is pressed on your stomach. His legs are in between yours. He's holding himself up with his arms. He looks down at you. He sees how you look up at him, longingly. It's as if he didn't just destroy you last night.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you upward to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours. Your lips immediately respond. You wrap your arms around his neck.

Morning sex is super gentle compared to other sessions. (Oh god, there's many sessions during the day.)

He keeps kissing you and lowers your neck slowly back down. He moves his hand down to gently cup your breast.

You whimper and gently tug on his hair.

He loves the sounds you make and how sensitive you are to his every touch. He lowers his hand, his fingers gently trailing down. His fingers find your wetness. He groans when he feels that you are already wet.

He slips his index and middle finger inside you. You gasp and throw your head back. He smirks when you pull away from the kiss. He looks over your face that's contorted with pleasure.

His fingers do work for a while until you're gripping his shoulders and begging for more. He slowly removes his fingers. He grabs his dick and lines it up to your entrance.

His thrusts are easy and a good pace. He plays with your clit to ensure that you finish.

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After that, he's getting ready to leave to go see his pack. You're in the kitchen, cleaning up. He comes up behind you and smacks your ass. He leans over and kisses your cheek.

"I'll be back, baby. I love you."

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are you still taking twilight requests?

Yes I am!!!

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Two Years

Summary: Random Fluffy sweetness. You and Embry's two year anniversary.

Warnings: none

You and Embry are lying on a blanket in the middle of the woods. He's on his back, and you're resting your head on his stomach, reading a book. You can feel his fingers carding through your hair.

Finally, you put your book down and look up at him. "Do you ever think of the future with me?"

His fingers stop moving through your hair, and he looks down at you. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Every day." He mumbles.

You feel the vibration of his voice under your head. You blush and smile.

You open your mouth to say something, but he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him. His hands rests on your thighs as you straddle him.

"My beautiful girl, I want to marry you every time you look in my eyes when we wake up." His hand moves up to touch your chin. "So, my love, happy two year anniversary."

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I can take these two (not in a fight)

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heyyy!! I saw your writings “chill day” with Quil and I was wondering if you could make the same with Embry??

Only if you don’t mind ofc!

I just found your blog and I’m genuinely obsessed with it!!🎀🩷🩷

Chill Day

Embry Call x fem reader

Warnings: kissing, very little sexual like barely

You and Embry are lying beside each other. Your eyes are fixed on his brown ones. The connection runs so deep. Even after being together for a couple of years, it seems as if it's fresh.

Embry's heart is racing. His hand reaches over to touch your waist. He smiles softly before leaning in and kissing your forehead. He pulls away and places his forehead on yours. "I love you, baby." He whispers.

The tingles you feel after his lips touch your skin! You smile and flutter your eyes shut. "I love you, too."

He chuckles and moves his hand from your waist to your chin. He catches it in his hand and holds a firm grip. "I really love you. Got it?" He smiles and shakes your hand gently as he emphasizes his words.

You giggle with your eyebrows raised.

He chuckles and leans down to kiss your lips softly. You kiss him back, melting under him. He feels you melt. He loves it when you do this. He hums in your mouth and deepens the kiss with his tongue. You use your tongue with his. You reach your hand around and grip the back of his hair. He growls and moves his hands to grab your hips. He pushes you down on your back and hovers over you.

"Fuck, baby. You're gonna make me-",

His phone rings on the nightstand. He sighs and looks over at it. Of course, it HAS to be his Alpha. He picks it up, swallowing hard.

"Hello?"

His lips slowly lift into a wide grin. "HELL YES!" He yells.

You cover your ears and giggle.

"Oop, sorry." He whispers to you before going back to his conversation. "Well, I'm happy for you and Em. Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye." He hangs up and looks at you.

You look back at him with curiosity.

"Emily is pregnant!" He laughs.

You smile widely and giggle. "That's amazing! We're going there tomorrow?" You ask.

He nods his head. "Yup. But for now..." He dips his head and kisses your neck.

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Hey PORKCHOPS IM OFFICALLY BACK! I had to take a break. And I've been so busy. But... I'm very very very happy to announce..

MISS PORKCHOP IS PREGNANT!!!!!!!! 🐖 🐷 🐽

I'm back and going to write again. I miss it. I miss you guys. I love you.

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Need more PLZZZZ IM GONNA D!3

The itch

Part I

Summary: Reader is a friend of the band but III doesn't like her too much and the feeling is mutual. Or is it?

Pairing: III x fem!reader

Warnings: non, YET

Word count: 2930

A/N: The start of a bit of a slow burn, I hope you like it, please, don’t forget to give me feedback! 🖤

He spotted the familiar face across the room and his stomach tied into a knot. She got under his skin with her almost bubbly personality, she had this ability to make everyone feel like they were the center of the universe.

Everyone but him.

“Hey guys!”

You wave across the bar, not surprised by III’s unimpressed face. Approaching them your heart beats like crazy, you know he doesn’t quite like you, you just don’t know why.

III’s teeth gritted at your voice, lips pursed as he lifted his gaze with a muttered course.

Great, what I needed.

“Evening darling.” – he said, the sarcastic term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a spit of venom. He raised a hand in a half-assed greeting before taking another swig of his drink. IVy, on the other hand, seemed to light up like a bloody Christmas tree anytime you were around.

The twat.

You great the others with a short hug, obviously leaving III out, you’re not pretending to be close though you know him better than he’d like to admit.

“Where’s Ves?” – you ask cheerfully.

“He’s got a cold. Bit of a cough.” – II responds with a shrug.

IVy was eyeing you, sizing you up with his usual easygoing smile. Sometimes III wondered if he just wanted to get into your pants. He sure seemed like it.

“Said he needed a night off, don’t blame him.”

“Oh… what a shame.”

You say, noticing IVy looking at you and III looking at IVy from the corner of your eye.

“What are we drinking? I feel like gin tonight.”

You smile at them, even at III who seems to be annoyed by it, as always. If only you knew what was his fucking problem with you.

“I’ll get the next round for you boys, okay?”

You were always so happy. Too damn happy, it was getting on his nerves.

“Gin, of course.” – he says, rolling his eyes.

“The drink of choice for those who can’t handle real alcohol.”

“Oh, and what do you consider as real alcohol?”

You can’t take it, you need to comment.

“Anything but whatever fruity shite you’re drinking.” – he says with a scoff.

“You’d probably pass out if you had a good whiskey.”

II rolls his eyes, mumbling something about not starting this again while IVy grins at your retort.

“So what? How old are you, 19? You know what, I don’t give a fuck about who could drink more of what, I’m gonna get gin for myself and beer for you guys and anyone who doesn’t like it can bite me.”

III’s opening his mouth but you’re not in the mood.

“Oh just shut it already.” – you say chuckling, well aware that it’s gonna fuck him up.

You turn around and make your way to the bar, swaying your hips a little more than you should.

I know you’ve won this battle but the war is far from over.

III’s eyes follow you as you walk away, his irritation mixing with a hint of admiration for your feistiness. His gaze quickly falls to your hips and his jaw clenches. The view did something to him, his body reacting in ways he’d rather not think about.

Bloody hell.

The night goes on by rather fun after all this, the boys are easy to talk to and III seems to hate you less and less as you drink more. Or at least he’s not insulting you in every fifteen minutes, which is a progress. You catch him look at you a few times but you don’t make a big deal out of it because tonight IVy’s doing the same, it doesn’t really matter.

III can’t help but notice that too, a pang of something unexplainable stirs in his chest. He’s practically drooling over you every time you speak or laugh.

Bloody prick.

“I think it’s time for me to go.” – you say softly, you’re dozing off faster than you should.

III glances up at you, noticing the slight slur in your words and the way your eyes flutter a bit too slowly. Your cheeks are flushed and he can’t help but feel a little bit of… concern? Clearing his throat, he mutters.

“You sure you’re okay to get home? Alone?”

The words come out rougher than he intended, he can taste the slight bitterness in his mouth.

Why am I concerned?

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.” – you say, your smile directed at him, not even acknowledging II and IVy now. You’re almost ashamed to admit that it feels good to have him worrying about your safety.

“Yeah, sure. You’re a big girl until a creep jumps you.”

II and IVy just watch, confused look on their faces until III throws them a glare.

Keep your mouths shut.

He finishes the last of his drink before rising from his seat, feigning aloofness as he glances at you, silently offering his company. There it is again, that feeling of protectiveness. It’s unfamiliar and he’s not sure he likes it.

“Who are you…?” – you ask in an overexaggerated manner.

You wanna go on but you don’t push your luck. You want him to walk you home. He rolls his eyes at your comment but there’s a hint of a begrudging smile in the corner of his mouth. He hates how cute he thinks you are when you’re all giggly and slightly drunk like this.

“Yeah, yeah, spare me the sarcasm. Just don’t puke on my shoes or something, I ain’t your bloody babysitter.”

“I’ll try my best.” – you say as you giggle and wave goodbye to the boys.

The two of you step out of the pub into the cold November night, walking in silence for a bit but you can’t keep your mouth shut.

“Why are you doing this..?”

III stuffs his hands into his pockets, ducking his head against the cold.

“Doing what?” – he asks innocently.

He knows damn well what you’re talking about but he’s not gonna admit it because…

Why am I doing this?

He doesn’t have a good answer.

“Come on, quit it…” – you say teasingly.

“It’s so out of character, walking me home and all this shit.” – you pause and add a comment in an attempt to stir him up.

“IVy would’ve probably offered to walk me home anyway…”

“Yeah, I bet he fucking would have.” – he mutters under his breath, a little too loudly.

The though of him walking you home, his hands all over your drunk, curvy frame…the though makes his blood boil.

“Oh for the love of…” – he stops dead in his tracks and turns his face to you, blue eyes darkened in the dim street light.

“…and what, would you preferred it if it was him?”

You’re taken aback, eyes going wide and your mouth opening without a single words coming out. His sudden and unexpected reaction caught you by surprise.

“No. Actually, no…” – you say softly, looking up at his somewhat grim face as he’s towering over you.

III’s heart stutters at your words, a strange mixture of relief and surprise coursing through his veins.

“No?” – he repeats.

His body is tense as he looks down at you. For some strange reason this whole thing is making his pulse race and his breath catch in his throat.

Why do I want to hear you say it again.?

You don’t say anything, you just shake your head twice, slowly, letting it sink in. He’s staring at you like never before, you can’t read him and it’s infuriating. You’re not sure what to say or do, you feel like he’s controlling the situation and you just react to him.

The way you’re looking up at him, the way you so easily turned tables with a quiet admission…it’s unnerving. And yet, there’s a stirring he can’t quite ignore. Something deep within him, a primal sort of possessiveness that screams he wants to be the one to walk you home, he wants to be the one to make sure you’re safe. He wants to reach out, to touch you, to hold you…

Why am I being so fucking soft?

“Thank you…”

Though your voice is a whisper it snaps both you and him from this indescribable state.

He swallows, the huskiness of your voice sending a shiver down his spine like electricity.

“Just… shut up.” – he mutters, averting his gaze.

He starts walking again, the silence between you more comfortable than before, as if some of the walls are coming down.

“Okay, okay…”

You chuckle as he tells you to shut up, his somewhat usual mannerisms coming back but it still feels different. It doesn’t seem like hate and despise anymore, rather teasing and banter.

As you’re catching up to him the thought of your arm linking with his comes to his mind but he immediately brushes it off.

Get it together, you fool.

He glances over at you, his eyes flitting over your figure every so often, taking in the way your hips sway, the way your hair frames your face.

“Yeah, yeah… you never seem to know when to shut up.” – he says almost in a warm tone.

“Someone has to keep you occupied, yeah?” – you tease him, the cold air sobering you up a little.

You need to hurry beside him, his long legs are carrying him way faster than your short ones do little old you.

His gaze flickers over to you, the way your cleavage is slightly visible from where he is, just enough to keep his mind reeling. He has to bite his tongue to keep him from saying something stupid.

“Keep up you midget.”

“Oh fuck you.”

You want to stop yourself but you can’t, you laugh out loud.

“You fucking lamp post.”

“Lamp post?” - a scoff leaves his lips.

“At least I’m not the size of a bloody bonsai tree.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he glances down at your shorter frame, imagining all the ways he could manhandle you.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you…Fuck, pull yourself together.

Your laughter gets louder and heartier, no one has ever called you that, it’s genuinely funny.

“You fucker.” – you say, trying to stop the laughing.

III grins, the laughter slipping out if your lips warms his heart more than he cares to admit.

“Language, hobbit.” – he teases.

“Okay, you Ent.” – you giggle as you’re getting closer to your apartment.

“Well at least you know your Tolkien, that’s something.”

He looks down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks, the way your hair falls across your face. He glances at the upcoming building, the realization sinking in that the night is coming to an end. A pang of disappointment hits him but he does his best to ignore it.

“This is your place then?”

“Not this, the next one.” – you say, probably unsuccessful in masking your disappointment that you have to part ways.

Seeing the building he looks back at you, taking in the way the light from the street lamp casts shadows on your face. His gaze lingers on your lips for a moment, his fingers itching to touch you.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight.” – he mutters, stuffing his hands in his pockets to stop himself from doing something stupid.

Don’t touch her…

“Yes…” – you say softly as you’re searching for your keys.

Having found them you turn to him, his icy blue eyes burning a hole in you as he’s looking down.

“Thank you, again.” – you almost whisper.

“No worries.” – he replies, his voice gruff, almost a low growl.

His eyes travel down your face, lingering on your lips, on your neck… He clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to reach out, to pull you closer, to feel your softness against him. The two of you nod and he stars to walk away when you do something you’ll probably regret later.

“III…!” – you call out to him.

He stops mid-stride, turning around to look back at you. His heart jumps as he hears his name spill from your mouth, the sound of it sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yeah…?”

He turns to you, his expression schooled into a familiar mask if ignorance, trying to hide the effect your voice has on him.

You walk towards him and without a word you hug him. You’re not sure why you’re doing this but it feels right at that moment.

Bloody hell.

His whole body stiffens at the unexpected contact, the feel of your arms around him sending a wave of heat through his veins. For a moment his mind goes blank and he stands there like a statue, unable to move, to speak, to breathe. Then, as if a dam has burst, his arms envelop you, pulling you tightly against his body, one hand slipping into your hair, the other at the small of your back pressing you close to him.

The feeling of his long bony fingers in your hair makes you swallow hard, you gasp. His tall slender figure against your soft curvy one feels indescribably comforting, you don’t want to pull away from him, not yet.

Just a few more seconds of this, please.  

His breath hitches as your body melts against his, the feel of your softness driving him crazy. He tightens his grip, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling slightly, his breath fanning over your ear.

“Fuck…” – he mutters, the word escaping his lips like a prayer.

He knows he should pull away; he knows this is a dangerous boundary he’s crossing but he can’t bring himself to care. Instead, he pulls you closer.

Hearing him curse as his breath is hot and damp against your ear you roll your eyes at the sensation. Unable to control yourself you let out a soft and quiet moan, hoping he didn’t hear me but I know he did. We’re practically melted against each other.

His ears prick up at the sound that escapes your lips sending a spear of desire straight between his legs.

That sound, that beautiful breathy sound… He wants to hear it again. Over and over, until your voice is hoarse from screaming his name…

He swallows hard, fighting to keep himself under control, to keep his hands wandering around you body, to keep his lips claiming yours

“God, I…” – he murmurs softly, his voice barely above whisper.

You suddenly come to the realization that he’s heard you and shame is starting to creep up inside. You pull away from him, your tone apologetic.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, sorry to have hugged you, I…” – you’re a mumbling mess as you’re moving towards the door.

Fuck, what is happening?!

“Wait, love…”

The nickname slipping before the has a chance to stop it. He swallows, trying to regain some degree of composure and it’s taking all his willpower not to pull you back to him.

Your mind doesn’t even register what he’s just called you, you’re desperate to get inside your flat, you feel like you’ve done something to be ashamed of.

“Thank you… thanks for walking me home, it meant much to me, good night… bye, sleep well…” – you’re spurring.

His heart sinks as he watches you make a beeline for the door, he can see the shame in your eyes and it's tearing him apart.

“(Y/N), wait… please…”

He tries to keep his voice level but the desperation bleeds through. He wants to say ‘don’t be sorry, there’s no need to apologize, this was the highlight of my day’, but the words stick in his throat. Instead, he takes a step forward, closing the distance between you.

You slip inside the door before he could reach you, it locks behind you with a loud click.

“I’m sorry! Good night, I’m sorry…!” – you shout, on the verge of crying, the reason unknown to you.

You can’t comprehend the turmoil you feel and it fucks you up.

He stands frozen in place, his hand outstretched, his heart in his throat. The sound of the door closing, locking him out is like a punch to the gut. He can still feel the imprint of your body against his, the memory of your scent, the sound of your voice but now he’s left alone in the cold, wondering what’s just happened, why you’re apologizing, why he’s feeling like he’s just been sucker-punched. He clenches his jaw, the urge to hit something, anything, almost overwhelming.

You hurry up to your flat, taking two steps at a time. You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you feel you were in the wrong. He hates you, right? And you don’t like him either, right?

How are you going to crawl out of this weird hole?

He's still standing in front of your apartment, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet, contemplating what the hell has just happened. Did you know what you were doing when you pressed that delicious body against his? Or when you wrapped your arms around him just begging to be held? And then there was that moan, the sound that’s been playing on loop in his head since he’s heard it. A moan that made his knees go weak. A frustrated growl escapes his lips as he’s starting to walk home.

You carefully look out your window, watching him walk away,

My fucking god, why did I have to hug him?

It's just complicated everything

But he felt so good against me…

You will blame it on the alcohol if it ever gets brought up, yeah.

Like a coward.

But that’s the best you can do for now.

There’s a part two coming! Stay tuned loves.

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