#and hey there paul 🤭🤭

[httpiastri]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[rexscanonwife]

Bro where did this wave of love even COME from I just queued a bunch of scout art for later and I wanna draw some nice sibling stuff and I'm thinking about how Engie calls him Jackrabbit and my partner calls me bunny rabbit waaahh 😭😭💖💖

[sethsclearwater]

I can’t stop thinking about how Paul would react if he was newly imprinted when there was a power cut on the rez in the winter and the heat is out so he almost shyly turns up at her apartment like ‘I can’t sleep knowing you’re probably shivering over here’ and they share a bed for the first time🤭

please🥺🥺

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of course the heat had gone out in la push on the coldest day of the year. it wasn't totally unheard of but you had recently-ish moved to the res and that had meant you weren't exactly familiar with all the preparations you should've made to get through the night.

so this led you to your current predicament where you were currently buried under every blanket you could find with a movie on your laptop softly playing in the background so you could at least try and take your mind off the never-ending shivering that seemed to plague your body.

at around 11 at night you heard a soft knock on your door and scrunched your eyebrows together as you tried to figure out who on earth was visiting you at such a late hour in subfreezing temperatures.

once you decided it was worth leaving your blankets, you got up and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks to match your atrocious outfit of one of your boyfriend's oversized sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that you'd had for forever now.

you peeked through the peep hole in your door only to realize you couldn't see anything thanks to the frost covering the small piece of glass. so, with a sigh, you pulled the door open to see none other than your imprinter, paul lahote, standing outside.

"oh my god paul-" you started, quickly taking his hand and tugging him inside and closing the door behind you in an attempt to get him out of the cold and save your apartment from the draft outside.

"hey princess," he started, kicking his shoes off and quickly wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug and pressed his lips the crown of your head, "didn't mean to come by so late, was just worried about you," he mumbled against your hair, gently running his hands up and down your back when he realized just how cold you were.

you and paul had been dating for just over a month now and he had revealed to you shortly after you made it official that he was a supernatural shapeshifter thanks to you witnessing a rather dumb argument between embry and jacob that had resulted in jacob phasing in front of you.

you had taken the whole thing rather well all things considered and were now extra grateful seeing as you were desperate for some warmth that paul was able to provide you.

"'s okay," you murmured against his sweatshirt, "i was up anyway," you added softly and paul let out a soft sigh, just pressing another kiss to your hair.

seeing as your relationship was rather new, you and paul had yet to spend the night at either person's apartment but that seemed like it was going to end very shortly with the power not looking like it was going to be turning on anytime soon.

"can you stay here for tonight?" you whispered, already knowing he'd hear you despite the fact that your words were most definitely a bit muffled with the way you had your face buried in his sweatshirt.

"was hoping you'd ask that," paul murmured against your hair, the ghost of a laugh leaving his lips which had you giggling softly as well, both of you happy to know you were on the same page.

you gave him one last squeeze before you squirmed out of his grasp so you could take his hand and pull him over to your bedroom. paul let out a breathy laugh when he saw how many blankets you had piled up on your bed.

he gently helped you back into bed before he pulled off his sweatshirt to get in with you, leaving him in just his favorite pair of sweatpants which had you a blushing mess.

despite the darkness in the room, paul was easily able to make out your blush but contained his laughter as he wrapped his arms around your shivering figure to pull you into his side, "there you go princess," he murmured as you curled further into him and rested your head on his chest, absolutely loving the fact that he was so warm.

after a few minutes of cuddling, your shivering began to subside a bit much to paul's delight, he was just happy to know you could finally relax a bit thanks to him.

"thank you," you whispered, peeking up at him only to see his features soften at your words, finally feeling a bit better about his decision to show up at your apartment unannounced late at night.

he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before responding to you, "'s my job," he murmured and you let out a soft giggle at his response, wondering how on earth you got so lucky to have a man like him.

"still worth thanking you for," you responded and paul let out a breathy laugh, "can you still stay here tomorrow?" you asked after a moment, suddenly a bit concerned that he'd be unable to stick to your original plans thanks to him coming over now instead of tomorrow morning.

"assuming you don't kick me out before then, then yea, i'll be here as long as you want me," he teased and you giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his chest which had paul melting a bit inside.

"you're the best," you mused with a smile, curling further into his side as he tightened his grip around you, allowing you to get comfortable on him.

he gently ran his hand up and down your side as you settled down, listening to his heartbeat. after a minute or two of comfortable silence, he heard your breathing begin to even out and realized you had most definitely just fallen asleep on him.

he could barely contain his happiness over the fact that you felt so comfortable with him so easily but he settled for just pressing a gentle kiss to your hair before allowing his eyes to shut so he could also try and get some sleep.

[andreafmn]

Speak | Chapter 14

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

A/N: this chapter is way longer than I thought it would be and all I'm saying about it is that the next couple of chapters are gonna be a shitshow 🤭🤭 Also, tried to keep the taglist as it was and to add people, but Tumblr won't let me post the chapter with how many there are. TAGLIST CLOSED 

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Not seeing Jacob for almost three weeks had not been as catastrophic as (Y/N) had thought it would be. It had been odd, she couldn’t lie. She had gotten used to seeing him at least once or twice in a week and coming home to an empty house had been unusual. Still, it had not sent her into the comatose whirlwind her sister had fallen into after her boyfriend had seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth.

Charlie hadn’t questioned it at first. Mostly because (Y/N) didn’t seem any different, and she still talked to someone on the phone most days. Nothing was amiss in the eyes of the household.

Until a switch flipped inside Bella. Halfway through (Y/N)’s Jacob detox, her older sister started to disappear a couple of times a week. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was doing, but she was happy that Bella seemed to be doing better. Whether it had been because of their father’s ultimatum or because she genuinely was starting to move on didn’t matter. (Y/N) was simply happy that her sister seemed content.

Her mind was also occupied with a certain boy and what he had done to make sure she was okay. In the days after the accident, he called her every morning and every night, reminding her to change her bandages and apply antibiotic ointment. He always asked how her bruise was doing and made sure she remembered to ice it every night. He had made her feel cared for, and he had made sure she knew that someone out there was watching out for her well-being.

The feelings that fluttered in (Y/N)’s heart were still unclear to her. She couldn’t deny the magnetism that pulled her toward Paul, and the more she got to know him, the more she understood her gravitation toward him. Just not what had spurred it on.

“Hey, (Y/N), I’m going out soon,” Bella called out. “I left some breakfast done in the microwave.”

“Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked, peering her head down the stairs.

“On a hike.”

“By yourself again?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m trying to get used to being there by myself again.”

“If you give me a couple of minutes to get ready, I could go with you. Make sure you don’t fall this time,” the younger girl offered. “I wouldn’t mind some sisterly bonding..”

“Uh, well... you know, maybe next time?” Bella stammered. “I’m kind of short on time, and I have a shift at Newton’s soon after.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Just be careful, then. Wouldn’t want another ER visit.”

“Right,” she chuckled dryly. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

“Yeah. See you.”

Much like the past weeks, even if she was doing well, Bella seemed to be avoiding her sister. And it felt no different than when she wouldn’t speak at all. At least at that point, she would at least meet (Y/N)’s eyeline. It had sent her down a spiral as she wondered what she had done for her sister to spend as little time as she could with her.

But she had no time to dwell on her sister’s rejection. She didn’t want to. Instead, she packed a backpack full of art supplies –paints, brushes, and a canvas notebook. The items were coated with a layer of dust, left abandoned and untouched for many years.

(Y/N) had grown up loving everything artistic. It was a side Bella was not in tune with, and it had made her feel closer to her mother because of it. When they had been on the road, many a time did Renée and her youngest daughter stop by a creek or a clearing to paint the scenery before them. If they didn’t paint, they would prop up a couple of chairs and spend hours knitting or crocheting. Those were the moments she thought there would be a possibility that she and Bella could be on equal footing.

As she got ready to go, she realized there was no way she had no way of getting anywhere near the place she had in mind without a set of wheels. Her father had promised that as soon as he could, he would get her a car, but for the time being, she was stuck hitching rides with her sister to school and depending on others to drive her anywhere. She never realized how inconvenient it was to not have a car now that she was… single?

(Y/N) walked to the phone in the kitchen, dialed the number she had unknowingly memorized, and waited for a response. “Hey,” she smiled as the call was picked up. “Are you, by chance, doing anything right now?”

“Not really,” Paul said through the phone. “I should be doing homework, but I am up for anything that gets me out of it.”

“Well, if it’s not too much trouble, do you think you could pick me up? I was in the mood of painting in the woods, somewhere by the trailhead off the one-ten, but I have no way of getting there.”

“I’ll be there in ten.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you if you have something to do.” 

“It’s absolutely no problem, (Y/N),” he said. “I’ll see you soon.”

After he hung up the phone, (Y/N) went ahead and finished packing the rest of the supplies she would need, as well as food and drinks for the trip. If she was going to make him make the trip to and from Forks, she could at least make it worth his while. In a lunchbox cooler, she placed the remaining slices of a cake she had made the week before, BLT sandwiches she quickly put together, and anything else she could find in the fridge and around the kitchen that would be good to snack on –crackers and cheese, some assorted vegetables and fruits, chips, and bottles of water and a couple of cans of soda.

By the time Paul reached her front door, she was carrying a full backpack on her back and a couple of bags in her arms. “Are you moving to the forest?” he chuckled the moment he saw her reaching for the heaviest ones. “I didn’t think this outing would be so life-changing.”

“Well, my things are on my back,” she explained. “The lunchbox is filled to the top with food and drinks, then that bag has a blanket and some other dry snacks. I might be forcing you to make this long trip, so I thought I would at least feed you in exchange.”

“You’re not forcing me to do anything,” Paul smiled softly. “But I appreciate the food. I may have also brought along some things to eat.”

“Great minds think alike, it seems,” she returned his grin. “Then, thank you for driving me. I’m sure there are a million other ways you would rather spend a Saturday.”

“Not really,” he shrugged as he opened the passenger door for (Y/N) after placing all of the bags in the back. “You honestly saved me from a very boring English paper on The Great Gatsby.”

“I actually read that book last year,” she added as Paul turned the truck on. “It’s really good once you get into the story.”

“How have you already read it? I thought you were a sophomore.”

“I didn’t read it for school,” she chuckled. “Surprisingly enough, you can read things without being graded on them and like them. It’s actually one of my favorites.”

“Then I guess I will just have to give it a fair chance,” he said. His eyes snapped to hers for a quick second before focusing on the road once more, and she couldn’t help the rush that it sent through her. “If it’s one of your favorites, then it must have some type of redeeming quality.”

“I’m sure you’ll like it,” (Y/N) smiled. “As long as you give it a chance.”

As soon as they reached the end of the dirt road that took them to the trailhead, Paul took hold of all of the bags before opening the door for (Y/N) and helping her out. And the second she went for a bag, he started walking.

“I just want to help carry something,” she called out with a chuckle as he put distance between them. “I brought most of the things.”

“Why would you have to carry anything when I’m right here?”

“Because I want to help.”

“You’d have to catch up to me to do that,” he smirked, walking backward through the trail. “Which is impossible, so I guess I’m carrying the bags.”

“I don’t even know where we should go,” she laughed, taking off in a small trot to reach him. “This is as far as I thought.”

“Good thing you have the best guide then. I’m as good at moving through the woods as I am at carrying bags.”

“Lead the way then,” (Y/N) smiled.

Paul allowed (Y/N) to catch up to him once she renounced the idea of carrying anything. She followed every step he made, wondering what destination he had in mind. The last time she had even come close to being in the midst of the trees of Washington had been when she was a child. Too many times, little (Y/N), Bella, and the Black children would escape to the woods even when Billy and Charlie had warned them many times not to.

Those were the moments she missed the most. When the only thing they were worried about was having fun and keeping their escapades from their parents. There were no complicated feelings or uncertainty in their relationships. There was no confusion or pain. No ill will or misguided intentions. They were just kids trying their best to make the most out of their summer.

When Paul finally came to a stop, (Y/N) felt a sense that she had been in that very spot before. From the rays that peeked through the treetops that reached each other to create a covering to the flat expanse of grass; from the quiet pond to the rocks that bordered its shore. She could bet almost everything she had on the fact that, if she hadn’t been there, she had seen it before.

“This is perfect,” she found herself muttering. “How did you know about this place?”

“I told you I was the best guide for these woods,” he smirked. “I know all of the best spots in these woods.”

They settled close to the pond, one of the only places the sun shined onto. In the cold of February, the warmth made that place that much more perfect. She straightened the blanket onto the ground, setting the food in one corner and the paint supplies in another, leaving the center empty for them.

(Y/N) sat first, pulling item after item from her backpack, setting them in between her and where Paul sat after. He watched her every move, curiosity filling his eyes. Especially as she handed him a piece of canvas paper and a set of brushes.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked as he eyed the items in his hands. “I can’t paint.”

“You don’t have to know how to paint to just have fun painting,” she offered. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just get very quiet and in my own head when I paint, so I thought it’d be good for you to have something to do while I basically disappear for a while.”

“I’ll give it a try then,” Paul smiled, taking back the items (Y/N) had reached for. “But you have to promise you won’t laugh at it.”

“I promise.”

The younger Swan had not been lying when she said she got quiet. As soon as her brush hit the canvas and she felt inspiration rush through her, it was as though she was by herself. Her hand moved before thoughts could fill her head. She couldn’t see or hear anything but what was coming to life in front of her. Stroke after stroke, color after color, her painting was the only thing she could think of.

Before (Y/N) knew it, an hour and a half had passed, and her painting was done. As she slowly came back into the present, she looked up for the first time since she had sat down. Paul was staring at her with something in his eyes that was there every time he looked at her. Even if she didn’t know what it was, she knew that it made her feel good.

“Hi there,” he said with a slight chuckle. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’d disappear.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, growing red with embarrassment. “Have you been waiting long?”

“Nah, you’re good. It was honestly fascinating,” Paul smiled. His brown eyes looked like they were on fire under the orange sun, drawing her in like nothing ever before. “What were you working on?”

“Show me what you did first,” (Y/N) responded, shielding the canvas from his line of sight.

“It will definitely not be as good,” he frowned. “I was not blessed with this kind of artistic talent.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. Show me.”

He turned his canvas paper slowly, revealing a painting that was amateurish at its best but still adorable. It seemed he had drawn the view before him. A striking blue pond with vibrant green grass, fluffy trees that met by their branches with thick dark trunks, and what seemed to be the shape of a girl looking down at a piece of paper. Anyone would have thought that a child had done it, but it made (Y/N) smile so hard it made her cheeks hurt.

“Please don’t laugh,” he said sheepishly. “I told you I’m not good at this.”

“No, it’s cute. I love it. I don’t know how, but it’s very you.”

“Very me? You mean painfully childish?”

“Oh god, no!” (Y/N) quickly corrected. “It’s fun, it’s vibrant, it’s… it’s present. Sure, I can tell it’s by a beginner, but it still speaks to the way you view the world. And it’s beautiful.”

“Woah, well, I never thought of it that way. Much less that you could say so much of such a basis painting.” A smile spread across his face as he looked at his work with different eyes. They were kinder now, appreciative of the art he had made. “Now, let’s see yours.”

Once he asked again, she turned the notebook, careful not to smear whatever parts were still wet. Paul’s eyes opened big, and his mouth fell open in amazement. On the sheet, a dark grey wolf howled back at him. Its fur was completed with a mix of yellows and oranges to give it dimension, and its head was raised to the sky as it called out. She didn’t know how she had such a vivid image of a wolf in her mind, but she loved how it had turned out.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing!” Paul exclaimed as he took the notebook to inspect the art closer. “I knew you could paint, but I didn’t know you could paint like a professional.”

“I would hardly call myself a professional,” (Y/N) smiled. “And it’s been years since I’ve actually painted anything. But weirdly enough, I have been able to get the image of this wolf out of my head since I got to Forks.”

“That is weird,” he coughed awkwardly. “But it’s a beautiful painting, (Y/N).”

“Keep it,” she offered. “I will probably paint many more if it’s the only source of inspiration I’ve gotten in a long time.”

“I couldn’t. It’s your work.”

“And I want you to have it,” she insisted. “Please.”

“You’re twisting my hand, but fine,” he said with fake nonchalance. “It’s really good, though, (Y/N). You’re really talented.”

“Thank you, Paul. I’m just glad it’s something that ties me to my mother.”

“What do you mean?”

(Y/N) sighed before she answered. It was a topic she had never brought up to anyone. She had never felt like she could. Not to anyone close to her, at least. “I don’t know,” she breathed. “I guess I’ve always felt like I’ve needed to fight for people’s attention. Especially my parents. Everyone just seems to gravitate toward Bella, and I’m always left in her shadow. As we grew older, I found anything artistic came easy to me, and it’s one of the only things I have over my sister.

“And I know it sounds bad, but it made me feel good that she was bad at it. My mom would always go through some moments when all she wanted to do was paint or knit or whatever, and she’d always look for me when that happened. So, I made sure I would always practice so that she would keep asking me to join her.” (Y/N) could feel tears prickling in her eyes, threatening to spill as she finally said out loud what she had been keeping inside for years. Her head fell as she stared at her fingers, her attention falling on a little piece of skin that had lifted on her thumb. “With my dad, it’s a bit more difficult though. I feel like we get along well, but right now, he’s worried about Bella, and that takes up a lot of space in his mind. And somehow, I just keep falling through the cracks.”

“You should never have to beg for anyone’s attention, (Y/N),” Paul said, wiping away a tear she had not felt fall. “Have you ever told them about this?”

“No,” she answered sheepishly. “And right now, it’s not the best time. Bella seems to be getting better, and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize it.”

“But…”

“It’s okay, Paul. Really. I’m used to it by now,” she smiled as she dismissed the topic. “Now, let’s open up that lunchbox. I’m getting kind of hungry.”

She handed Paul one of the sandwiches as she placed the rest of the food and drinks between them. Not many words were exchanged between them as they ate, the boy downing most of the items at a surprising speed.

“So, tell me about your Great Gatsby assignment,” (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. “Maybe I could help you with it.”

“Well, I’m supposed to pick a central theme in the book and write how it’s presented in the story. But I’ve only gotten as far as the cover page, and the paper is due Monday.”

“Paul! You should be at home working on it! You made it sound like you had a lot more time to finish it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Okay, well, I could tell you one of my favorite themes. But I don’t know how interested you’ll be in writing about it.”

“Can’t be any worse than I already have,” he shrugged. “So, go ahead. Tell me about The Great Gatsby.”

“Well, I’ve always found the use of love and romance in the book very interesting,” she started, setting her food down on her lap as she got into what she was saying. “There’s this big debate on whether Daisy actually loved Gatsby, but I don’t think that’s the right question. What we are looking for in the story is whether Daisy loves Gatsby more than she loves wealth and status. Which, spoiler alert, she does not. Regardless of how Tom treats her, she stays with him because of what he can give her. She may have been infatuated with Gatsby, but the second something better came along, she forgot all about him. Until he shows up with money, and suddenly he’s at the top of her list. But new money can never be as strong as old money.

“Now, there’s the question of whether Gatsby is in love with Daisy, which is a completely different side of the same coin,” (Y/N) continued, settling more into her position. “I would say he isn’t. He is in love with this idea of Daisy that she simply is not. She’s cold and materialistic, and she’s only driven by what others can give her. She wants an easy life that she knows she will never get from Gatsby. Sure, he would never hurt her or cheat on her like Tom has, but she can never part with the simplicity she gets by staying with Tom. The Great Gatsby is painted as this unfortunate romance, filled with forbidden love and circumstantial obstacles, but truly it’s about a cunning woman that loves money and excitement more than she loves the men in her life.”

At that moment, (Y/N) didn’t note the irony of the story and how closely it related to her own situation. She didn’t feel like a Gatsby or a Daisy, much less did she see how she had her own version of Tom. But Paul drank each of her words like they were honey spilling from her lips. Not because he particularly cared about the story but because she loved it.

“You know what, you’ve actually convinced me to read the book,” he smiled before taking the last bite of his sandwich. “Don’t know if I’ll finish it by Monday, but I will definitely try.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh as a dollop of mayonnaise smeared on his cheek. She tried to point out where it was, but his comically outstretched tongue could not get to where it was. “Here,” she chuckled. She pulled a napkin out of the bag and wiped away the stain as they laughed. “Much bet…”

Suddenly, a rustling startled them, followed by laughter. For a moment, (Y/N) had forgotten that she was in the middle of the woods and that anyone could walk by at any moment. The pair got up on their feet, cautiously following where the sound came from while shielding themselves from view. But nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see.

Bella and Jacob were coming down the trail, walking side by side as they talked and laughed. They had no idea they were being watched at that moment, and they were acting as much. Jake offered Bella his arm after she buckled in her step, and she gladly took it. And all she could think of was how that should have been her; that Bella should not have been the one to be holding onto Jake.

At that point, (Y/N) couldn’t hold her tears back anymore. It seemed that Jacob had decided that their relationship was over, and he was gladly moving on with the person that was closest to her. It made her heart wrench inside of her chest, shattering whatever hope still remained inside her. She didn’t know when it had happened, but her knees gave up on her, and she could only stay up by the hold Paul had on her.

But she couldn’t blame her sister. Not entirely, at least. (Y/N) hadn’t confided in her sister about any of the problems she’d had with Jake, and they had been friends long before (Y/N) had come back to Forks. Still, she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the fact that her sister would lie to her about spending time with her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend?

Paul made a move to walk toward them, possibly to try and confront them, but (Y/N) stopped him, pleading with her eyes to wait until they were gone. “Why didn’t you let me go after them?” the boy asked the second the others were out of view. “Don’t you want to know why he’s been avoiding you and why the hell your sister is with him?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she sniffled. “Jake made it clear that he didn’t want to be with me if I couldn’t get Embry to leave you guys, and he’s just making good on his promise. And Bella doesn’t even know about all of that. He definitely didn’t tell her.”

“Then, why didn’t you expose him to her? Don’t you want her to know what he did?”

“(Y/N)…”

“Just take me home, please?” she asked. Her eyes were filling with new tears, and her lips quivered as she tried with all her might not to let them fall. “I just want to go home.”

“Alright,” Paul conceded.

They packed everything in silence, the air around them shifting and thickening. Long gone was the comfortable sunny day, now replaced with a coldness that seeped through their bones. All (Y/N) wanted now was to go back home and sink into her bed sheets. Seeing Jacob and Bella together had hurt her a lot more than not seeing him at all.

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(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons - Part II

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers ahead so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen before or know a decent amount about the character. Overall, just my own personal opinions. This is just for shits and giggles so feel free to disagree. I’m also very aware that I’m being a hater rn.

Red Eye (2005) | Wes Craven - Jackson Rippner

• FREAKY ASS DUDE

• probably would learn everything about you before asking you out

• mean asf, like definitely the type to pick on you and call you a cry baby

• loves, loves, loves roleplay, specifically: CNC (Burglar x Sleeping Victim)

• big on humiliating you, probably the type to hold your head down while giving head. Likes his balls being sucked..

• feral mf, loves to use his teeth (ankle biter energy) and eats pussy like a champ [insert slurping noises]

Perriers Bounty (2009) | Ian Fitzgibbon - Michael McCrea

• top contender for best in bed

• grimey little dude.. but hey, bums know how to lay pipe like it’s their god given purpose

• not attached to any particular fetish or kink just very experimental and kinky

• 3 words: tongue in ass. There I said it. Specifically from the back, he will stick his tongue in places god hasn’t even seen.

Broken (2012) | Rufus Norris - Mike Kiernan

• spontaneous and sensual. Probably an exhibitionist lowkey

• can be a bit selfish at times, but definitely makes it a priority to make you cum.

• could definitely see him having a thing for stockings or thigh highs

Inception (2010) | Christopher Nolan - Robert Fischer

• if a boy was a princess it would be him

• DADDY ISSUES

• all bark no bite, he’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one. Loves being told what to do and how to take it

• big fan of praise and humiliation

• will dom at times but definitely is not his preference

Watched the Detectives (2007) | Paul Soter - Neil Lewis

• Puppy

• horny teenager vibes, probably would fuck you in his office while your bent over his desk

• loves roleplay but in the vanilla way like: cop x criminal, stepsiblings 🤭, strangers, Bonny and Clyde. Just overall loves recreating cheesy pornos.

• loves when you’re all natural down there

• definitely likes to think he’s the one in charge but you would absolutely wear the pants in the relationship

• whiny asf, likes to whimper and pout. Big on theatrics.

Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | Neil Jordan - Patricia Kitten Braden

• the queen herself 👸

• another top contender for best sexual partner

• pillow princess, loves to be taken care of but will absolutely do the same for you. Definitely giving switch vibes

• super tender and sensual, could definitely see a friends to lovers trope here

• LOVES to tease and loves sexual tension. Wandering hands and subtle glances kind of shit

Sunshine (2007) | Danny Boyle - Robert Capa

• needy little freak but in a subtle way

• you would probably have to make the first move

• would probably zone out during sex ngl

• classic fan of gripping hips and neck kisses, relatively vanilla but open to exploring

• nonchalant lover but good bf overall

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) | Christopher Nolan - Jonathan Crane

• say it with me now— Mommy Issues

• don’t be afraid to join in— daddy issues

• probably grew up with his grandma or two loving parents that he despises deeply

• sick little gremlin, probably into sounding or golden showers

• two words: doggy style 😎

• he’s a switch, but mostly doms because he gets off on the thought that he’s better than you

• big on quickies, hump and dump kind of dude. Casual sex, but not super big on multiple partners

• so repulsed by the thought of sex that either the utter crippling shame of it turns him on so much that he acts like a deranged animal

• or is so repulsed that it hinders him and only does it when absolutely necessary

28 Days Later (2002) | Danny Boyle - Jim

• Jim, Jim, Jim — I love him with my whole heart and my whole pussy

• hear me out.. probably the best sex out of everyone HEAR ME OUT

• this man is DEVOTED okay!! Bro would take out an army base of 20 men just to get a lick of pussy (more so, a gentle sensual kiss, shared between two troubled lovers)

• you know he’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Probably would bring his own bib and cutlery js 🙄

• not overly kinky, in fact probably a bit inexperienced, but satisfaction is guaranteed.

[ashethecoolperson]

🫶 requuuueeeesssssttttt : jealous dom x reader (honestly in any scenario) but picturing him jealous is so 😭🤭 (ur writing is soo good ik whatever u cook up will be 🤌)

Jealous

A/N: i love jealous dom hndhsjhsskb

Dom, hurry up! We’ll be late!” You yelled from the living room, still waiting for him to get ready after an hour. You guys had to go to a business party and you weren’t trying to be late. But you thought that Dom was purposely trying to be late.

As you groaned and went upstairs, you opened the door and saw Dom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from what seemed like a shower. You were lost for words as you swallowed nervously and kept looking at him.

God he looked hot.

“You almost ready?” You finally asked after what seemed like hours, and he nodded. “Almost, mi amor. Just lost my suit.”

You smiled slightly as he continued putting on clothes. “You know, we need to leave soon.” You said softly, watching him get dressed, trying not to stare too much at him. But Dom noticed anyway.

He stopped, turned, and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. You tried not to blush at his stare. “Whatcha looking at?” He asked teasingly as you rolled your eyes. “Nothing. Now hurry up, we’ll be late.” You said plainly and he scoffed.

“Stop rushing me.” He whined and did that little pout he always did, as you just laughed and left.

—-

After you two finally left and got to the business party, you immediately noticed how crowded it actually was. You weren’t complaining, of course, because you loved parties, but Dom kept glaring at every man that even came close to you. It wasn’t exactly surprising, though, considering how easily jealous Dom got. But it was funny for some reason. Not to mention how cute he looked, blushing and being angry at people who wanted nothing more than to talk to you.

But once Dom went off to get drinks, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around. Almost immediately you felt like groaning since it was the man you hated most, Logan Paul.

He was so snobby and a shit person, and yet he wanted to be friends with you.

You wondered why he wanted to be friends with you, probably because he wanted to get to Dom too.

“Hey, babe!” Logan exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you stiffened.

Why did he always have to call you babe?

“Hi Logan.” You said plainly and tried not to get his drink all over you since he was practically swinging it around. He didn’t seem to notice though as he continued talking about whatever the fuck had happened to him recently. It was honestly annoying, but you weren’t going to say anything. He was the golden star of the company, and if you did what you actually wanted to, you’d probably either get fired or be in prison.

“Soooo, how’s Dom been doing?” Logan asked as he looked down at you, not like the good way that Dom did, but in a way that was uncomfortable.

“He’s been good..just doing normal stuff.” You mumbled and he grinned. Of course he wouldn’t believe you. He was a creep.

Just then Dom came back and you breathed a sigh of relief, shrugging Logan’s hand off of your shoulders and smiling at how Dom wrapped an arm around your waist.

Dom scowled as Logan scrambled for a reply. “Eso no es my fault!” He exclaimed, and Dom just stared.

Even you didn’t know why Logan did spanglish.

“Spanglish? Eso es bajo, incluso para ti.” Dom said as he rolled his eyes and glared at Logan. “Shoo.” He added before turning to you and walking away, dragging you with him.

As you two were outside, he looked down at you. “Mi amor, why didn’t you say anything? You know I hate him.” He asked as his hands were on your hips, gently pulling you closer. As you rested your head on his chest, you sighed contently.

“I wanted to beat his ass.” You said with a shrug as he started to laugh, rolling his eyes. “Can we go home?” You asked and he sighed. “Yeah. This party’s boring as hell anyways.”

Goddamn, you loved when he was jealous.

[aryxchse]

First of all... 🎉SO SO GLAD TO HAVE MY DELIGHT BACK!~ -I literally missed you🥺-

There has been lots of things I wanted hear your take on about. So I am pulling up my 'gotta share with my Delight' folder. And the first one I remembered is about when I was watching one of my obsession cartoon. There was this swimming competition scene and gUeSs WhO dId I tHoUgHt AbOuT?🤗🤭

-uh i know it's impossible to guess😒-

PERCY JACKSON -fangirl screams as if she is getting murdered🫠-

Headcannons or Blurb doesn't matter. Reader supporting him. Telling him to slow down or catch back up to help confused son of Posiedon.

Like that scene in Incredibles. Confused Percy trying to understand whether he should slow down because he is way to good or catch back up because he slowed down to much. Reader being supportive jumping and cheering while trying to hold her laughs because of how confused he is.

And then Percy comes out winning -duh-. Looking perfect after being in his element -🧎🏻‍♀️-

And ADORABLE celebration. Hugging, twirling fluffy stuff.

P.S.: Sorry I was keep getting lost at imagining it didn't know how to put into the words. I hope I am making sense. Very excited for your take on this one!

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winner takes it all. / percy jackson x female! reader.

a / n : oh my gods hi, im back 🤭

warnings : cursing and let me know if there's another

you were more excited than your boyfriend.

it was percy's one of important swimming competitions, and you were obviously there to watch it. you didn't had any doubts on your boyfriend winning, and it should be boring for you to watch him win his every single game at this point, but you can't help it. it makes you feel like a normal teenager again, watching your normal -totally not the son of poseidon- boyfriend doing his best to win his match.

before the game starts, you find him to have some chit-chat. little motivations that you're sure he doesn't need but loves it anyway. but then, you hear two guys speaking. you're not the type to eavesdrop on someone unless you're on some quest, but this was different. because even the first sentence made your blood boil.

"that jackson thinks he's some type of god," one of the boys scoffed. "there wasn't anyone professional enough to beat him, that's why. watch me carefully, because im gonna beat him so bad that he'll walk with shame." and two of them started laughing like they're some type of cartoon villians.

you leaved the changing room angrily but quietly, trying to find percy. he was on the bench with sally and paul, laughing about something estelle said. you smiled, seeing him so sure about himself made you calm.

"hey," you said, approaching to them. as percy's attention focused on you, sally and paul let you talk in private, giving their attention to poseidon. yes, he was here. he comes watching every match of percy's.

percy smile got wider. "hi sweetheart, i was wondering where you were." he said. "where were you, really?"

you shrugged, hugging him. "looking for you." you explained, not fully a lie but not the truth either. "so, what are your plans for today's match?"

percy paused to think for a second. "what do you say? im winning all the time, should i lose? oohh, that would make a huge scandal!" he said excitedly, smiling. you mirrored his expression, getting serious the next moment.

"no, you have to win this one."

your serious expression and even more serious tone made percy serious too. his smile dissapeared and he made a focused face, like he's talking to his coach, not his girlfriend. and you like that he take this seriously.

"why?" he asked, even though he was already ready to do what you say.

"because your rivals are shitty persons who thinks you're not good enough, just your previous opponents were bad." you explained. "i.. kinda heard them while i was looking for you in the change room."

percy gave you his famous smirk. "yeah? i'm becoming a bad influence for you, really. usually im the one who does the mischief."

you hit his arm playfully, but laughing. "hey! my intentions weren't bad, i was really looking for you. and im glad i heard them!"

percy laughed along with you. "so, what's the plan ma'am? should i go with the easy win, or?"

"the hard win." you smirked, pulling him close to you so that you could tell the plan.

🏊🏻‍♂️

as the game start, you cheered for percy, even though he wasn't going to hear you.

the plan was simple, he was going to give that fucker what he wanted until the last moment, that's why poseidon cursed when he saw percy got behind him.

"like he can't win!" he yelled, holding his head. sally put a hand on his shoulder to calm him, and it worked instantly.

the guy was about to win when percy suddenly speed up, passing him with no effort. the guy was so confused that he had to stop in the middle of the swimming, already losing his balance.

you screamed happily when percy got out of the water, and they announced that he was the winner. poseidon sighed, smiling and cheering for his son as well.

you went down to hug him, not caring if he or the floor was wet. sally and the others were behind you, following right after.

"percy!" you called, jumping his arms. you could already see the other boy walking to the eliminated place with full of shame, and you smirked with pleasure.

"did i do good?" he asked you, spinning you around with the medal on his neck. he took off the bonnet, shaking his head and making his hair fall to his face. it was a sight to watch, really.

"you did amazing!" you kissed his forehead, still in his arms. poseidon immediatly hugged him, or technically hugged you both, and cheered for his son. "that's my boy!"

percy had to put you down eventually to hug his family, but never once he took his eyes off of you.

[libraryofloveletters]

Always You

pairing: andy robertson x reader

summary: so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with. 

author’s note: as lance stroll says “don’t do it for me, don’t do it for us, do it for scotland!” and andy is scotland (yes the entire country) so here we are 👍🏽

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :) 

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Me and Mrs. Jones

hbf!Rio Martinez x fem!black!OC (Fox Jones)

Wc: 3.1k

Content warning: 18+ content, smut out the ass, infidelity (I just like being messy), OC is written as a bigger girl (with descriptions of rolls, tummy and thick thighs), they have a small disagreement, drama, hotel sex, fingering, p in v, squirting, creampie, backshots, awkward ending cus I ran out of words. Wrote this high as fuck so it's feral, lmk if I missed any.

A/N: Inspired by Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul.

Yes her name is Fox, idk I thought it was cool as fuck and you cant change my mind. announcements at the end🤭

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She was ethereal. Her curly hair flowed freely, some uniformed and others frizzy but they blended well, if he ever saw her she was always wearing a skirt— some of them were tight, others danced along the winds of summer and fall, and they were always paired with a crop top. She liked to show off her body in any manner, he loved it though, when she sat down her tummy would fold over the band of her skirt, love handles too, the sight would make his fingers tingle itching to touch. To run his fingers over her supple skin, his nose buried into her sides as he held her, inhaling her naturally sweet scent.

He leaned against the kitchen counter his glass of whiskey getting warm in his hands, The constant buzzing of friends and family around had long tuned out of his eardrums, and his eyes were purely on her. The jewelry she wore was minimal today unlike usual. She loved her rings, always stacked on her fingers and necklaces layered around her neck. All she had on today was her wedding ring on her left hand and a little Amethyst stone on her right. The one he bought her. The way she smiled and laughed earnestly at whatever conversation she was having with her own sister caused him to smile as well as if he was a part of the conversation. Rio felt a nudge on the side of his arm, his trance broken and his head turned to see his best friend who just so happened to be her husband.

It's fucked up. It's a fucked up situation. He was beginning to fall for a woman who should be off limits, but those limits were exceeded a long time ago.

"What's up, man?" He asked nodded to him. "Nothin'." Rio answered taking a sip of the brown liquor, his eyes darting over to her quickly before going back to his friend. "I hate these things too, don't worry."

Rio pitied the poor unsuspecting man with a chuckle. He could make out her gaze at him in the corner of his eye and when he went to look at her she dodged him. His friend noticed. Well... not really.

"She's single. Could ask Fox to put in a good word for you." It took Rio a minute to realize he was referring to his wife's sister. Rio shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Got someone already."

"Since when? Who is it? Maria?"

Rio rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Maria."

'I actually mean your wife.'

Speaking of. Fox's heels clicked against the hardwood floors as she made her way over to them, her hand coming in contact with her husband's shoulder. "Hey, hey. How are my boys?" Her head was directed more towards Rio. "We're good." He answered too eagerly. She smiled softly. She raised her other hand, purposefully, pointing with her index finger. The Amethyst ring that was on her pinky now sat on her pointer finger. He smirked. "You want a refill?" She asked. He shook his head. "Nah but I gotta get up outta here soon."

She frowned. "Why?"

Her husband chimes in. "Maria's probably up his ass as usual."

"Oh, you two got back together?" She entertained, in order not to look suspicious. "Working on it."

She hummed. "Well, I just came to borrow Mr. Jones for a second, I will return him before you leave though so don't worry."

Fox tugged her husband's arm lifting him from his position against the counter, he playfully groaned and walked in front of her. With his back turned she looked over her shoulder at Rio and winked. Her hand was now on her husband's back gently shoving him in the direction that she needed him to go.

— —

"Text me when y'all get home, okay?" Fox waved as the last of the guests left, she closed the door and wheezed leaning against it. "That's the last dinner party until fucking Christmas."

Her husband swaggered his way toward her with a glass of wine and an interesting look on his face. She cringed internally. "You wanna clean up or you wanna make a bigger mess upstairs?"

A statement that made her want to gag physically but she swallowed. "Can't. Gotta go by mom tonight." She lied looking down at her Amethyst ring as a reminder, her chest blooming with warmth and anticipation to feel his hands on her.

They both knew what they were doing was wrong, but it couldn't be stopped, it was an addiction. The sneaking around, the subtle gifts and the not-so-subtle stares at each other from across the room. But she couldn't help it. Rio was bringing out feelings in her that her husband had neglected so long ago.

Rio was supposed to be her hall pass. You know? Someone she was to have been with one time, revenge, to get it off her chest after discovering the infidelity her husband committed with one of his colleagues. His way of apologizing was telling her she could even the score by sleeping with whoever she wanted and they'd forget the whole ordeal.

Big mistake.

Fox had had her eye on his best friend for years. A sick fantasy that became reality when she confided in Rio about the betrayal.

One time. She promised it. But it didn't stop. And it wasn't going to stop either.

And when he gifted her that ring, she was done for. Amethyst was her favourite stone, she doubted even Mr. Jones could remember that and they'd been married almost ten years.

The ring was their signal, she wore it regularly on her pinky but once it shifted to her index finger it was his sign to meet her at the hotel they often went to. The Yellowstone Inn, at 11:30 PM, not a minute later.

Mr. Jones groaned. "Come on, it's been so long."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes reaching for her keys that dangled from the hook on the wall next to the front door. "Are you asking me to ditch my mom for some dick?"

He raised his eyebrows. "No, but I'm also not just some dick."

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her insults buried. She smiled, he didn't realize how ironic his statement was considering he was just some dick for someone else a few months back.

"You don't have to clean up tonight, I'll get it in the morning."

"You're sleeping over there!?" He bursted. "Yeah, she's just been having trouble getting around the house, my sister will take over tomorrow."

His eyebrows furrowed together and that was her cue to dip before he could question her further. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and vanished out the door.

Fox sat in her car and sighed, her hand motioning the cross, hoping she could receive some sort of forgiveness for using her mother in a fib. She started her car and proceeded to drive in the direction of the hotel.

The whole ride her palms had suddenly felt sweaty, her heart racing and guilt crept into her bones the closer she got. Fighting off various thoughts of turning around and going back home. She sat in the parking lot, she'd been there for a few minutes with her forehead resting on the steering wheel, feeling sick, feeling queasy about this whole thing. Her phone buzzed with a message from Rio asking if she was there yet. She ignored it for a moment, collecting herself and her thoughts. She reached in the back for her duffel bag that was packed with her overnight things.

Fox sighed exiting the car, her headlights blinking as she locked the doors. She made her way inside, walked past the front desk flashing her keycard in hand and over to the elevators. Her nerves rose once the doors parted.

Floor 6.

Room 637.

She pressed her card against the reader, a beep and a green light granted her access inside. "Christopher?" Fox called closing the door behind her. No answer. "Martinez, where you at?"

Still no answer.

She sighed and checked her phone;

❤️: Went to get food, I'll be back.

— — Fox took the time to get herself together, She laid out her moisturizers and serums on the bathroom counter, grabbed her body wash and washcloth, she turned the knob on the shower wall letting the steaming hot water run. She struggled to tie her hair up but it was finally out of her face. Her clothes were discarded in the corner, she stepped foot inside the shower and slid the door closed. She hoped this would wash off all her uncertain feelings.

While she was busy humming and scrubbing, Rio had arrived back to the room with food and drinks, a bottle of wine tucked under his arm and a bouquet of flowers. He heard the water running and smiled. He quickly set the food on the dresser below the mounted television, the bouquet of flowers and bottle of wine were placed in the middle of the well-made bed. He knocked on the bathroom door as if he hadn't invaded her privacy numerous times before.

The water shut off and the sound of the shower door opening signalled she was out. "Mrs. Jones. Am I safe to come in?" He playfully asked.

She flinched. "Uh, just let me grab a towel."

"Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Mm, don't remind me."

When Fox was done she opened the door for him and then turned to face the mirror to begin her usual routine. Rio felt a bit of coldness from her. "I brought your favourite."

"Thanks."

There was a beat of silence before he invited himself into the bathroom, his arms instantly wrapping around her waist, his chin finding a place in the crook of her neck. "What's going on?"

She sighed silently hating the way he could easily read her. "Don't you feel kind of guilty? About this whole thing? You and him have been friends for years, he and I've been together for ten. It just feels dirty sometimes."

"Do you think he felt guilty when he cheated on you?"

"Christopher."

"It's a valid question. Do you think he felt bad?"

Fox looked down picking up another serum, twisting it open and squeezing the top of the dropper for the liquid to land in the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together and applied the product on her face. "No." She answered begrudgingly. "Then why should you?"

"It's different."

"No, it's not," His nostrils flared. "He didn't hesitate to do it."

"But he did it once, and we've been doing this constantly."

"Yeah, that's what you think." He mumbled. Fox's eyes quickly met his in the reflection of the mirror. "The fuck did you just say?"

Rio stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "It wasn't just the one time. Got drunk and told me he saw her a few more times-"

Hot tears of anger formed in her eyes. "How much is a few more!?"

He swallowed hard as if he was the guilty one. "Four."

"Four." She repeated to herself. "And you knew."

"I did."

"And didn't tell me."

He scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't."

Fox slowly nodded, nothing else was said as she finished up everything. She walked back to the room and put on a shirt and a pair of shorts, she searched the plastic bag with their food. "This mine?"

He nodded almost afraid to say anything else. She took it, her phone, the keycard and left him in the dust.

— —

It wasn't until two hours later when the lock clicked shooting Rio up from his position on the bed. He heard sniffling. "Fox..."

"Don't talk to me." She scolded putting her stuff on the dresser. Despite the distance between them, he could smell the marijuana from where he was. "You didn't drive high did you?"

Fox said, "Now you're concerned?"

"I'm always concerned about you, mama."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "You're so lucky I'm high right now." A little giggle escaped. "So fucking lucky."

Fox's shoulders sulked making her way to the bed, she crawled onto the bed and onto his lap. "I love you." She blurted. He was ready to respond but she put her hand up. "Let me finish."

"I love you, but I am pissed that you didn't tell me. If this was the other way around I would've even called you the same day. You and I don't do secrets."

"I know." He pouted. She smiled softly cupping his face in her hands. "Good."

"Can I say something though?"

"You can."

His hands squeezed her sides gently. "I love you, too. And I'm sorry."

She pressed her lips to his. "How sorry?" She felt him smile against her mouth. "I'm bout to show you."

She squealed when he put her on her back and attacked her with kisses. From the top of her head down to her torso, his eyes never leaving hers as he got closer to the band of her shorts, his fingers playing with it slightly pulling down one side and leaving a warm kiss on her hip. She hummed with gratitude and rested her head back on the mattress, her eyes closing. Rio pulled her shorts off, tossing them behind him, he pushed her legs back and smiled. "No panties, as fucking always." He mumbled.

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Easier for you, no?" Her breath hitched feeling his finger slide through her slit. She whined squirming her hips around. "Stop." He warned. She listened, but she wasn't happy about it. His warm lips tasted her sweet brown skin as he kissed down the back of her legs, his hand left her needy pussy and his palm spread as he caressed her leg, his nimble fingers finding her plentiful tattoos. Fox sighed, her patience wearing thin with his teasing actions.

Rio gave her what she wanted when he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit. He watched her leaking hole convulse around absolutely nothing, her legs twitch with every circular motion he made. "You love me?" He smirked, just wanting to hear it again. She nodded, her hazy vision staring at the smooth ceiling. Her jaw slacked feeling a finger inside her. "Where are my words?"

Fox groaned pushing her hips forward. "Shit. Yes Christopher, I do, I love you, baby." He grinned leaning down, his tongue flicking against her bud, and her head fell back. Her body was entirely at his mercy.

His fingers hooked inside her, fingertips brushing against her hot spot. Her eyes rolled at his greediness, he munched her down like it was his last day on Earth. Her fists balled up the sheets as she whined and whimpered for him. "Rio... oh fuck." Her head lolled to the side, her eyebrows knitting together as his fingers quickened their pace, his lips slowly sucking on her clit. Rio swayed his head from side to side, her hips bucking into his mouth and her cunt clenching around his fingers. She let out a long sigh. "Yes... yeeees!" Fox's moans were his favourite melody. "I'm close, holy shit." She cried out, he continued devouring her until she was leaking onto his hand. "Look at that," He mumbled to himself, clear liquid flowing out of her. Fox's legs trembled, her hand pushing his away. "Fuck!" Her thighs were wet. She giggled, her face dazed and fucked out.

She didn't get to rest for too long. He lay on his side after ridding himself of his shorts and boxers, his chest pressing against her back, his hand gripping her thigh as he lifted it up, resting it on his own. He wrapped his hand around his girth, his tip nudged her entrance before pushing further inside, her raspy voice crying out his name as he stretched out her pussy, her eyes crossed as he penetrated her, pulling out and thrusting back in at a slow and steady pace to adjust her to his size. Her sticky walls welcomed this pleasurable feeling, he held her leg up as he drove his hips into hers. "Only I get you wet like this? Hm?" He whispered in her ear, she could only reply in broken moans. She reached back, holding on to his bicep. "Y-yes. I love the way you feel inside me." She cooed. "I know, mama, I know."

Her eyes squeezed shut, "Rio... I can't- already"

He smacked her thigh. "You can. Cum for me, it's okay."

Fox's toes curled, her cream coating his dick beautifully. He continued his strokes throughout her orgasm, her walls suffocating his dick, he grunted as he pounded into her, using her sopping pussy to get himself off.

After a few more pumps he reluctantly pulled out, his hand coming in contact with her soft ass, gripping her softly. "Put that ass up." Fox moaned at his instructions, she rested on her knees, her booty jiggling with every shift of the bed. Rio smacked her ass once he got behind her, his girth stretching her out once more. "Fuck," He moaned getting lost in his own pleasure. Her fingers tapped against the mattress before gripping the sheets again, her pussy still sensitive. His hands held onto her hips and wandered down her sides, his thumb slipping in every roll on her back. He kissed up her spine, his arm around her belly holding her close to him. 

Fox's pornographic sounds fill the room, probably disturbing the other people on this floor, but who fucking cares, she was floating on a lustful cloud and the pleasure she was receiving tingled all over her body. She pushed her hips back meeting the beat of his thrusts, she bit her lip to suppress her whimpers. Her hair was puffy and messy from the humidity building in the room, she was so fucked.

She kept up with his relentless pounding until that warm feeling began to brew in the pit of her stomach, her lip quivering unable to warn him of her approaching peak. He kissed her neck. "I got it... I got it." He mumbled in her ear. She croaked out his name, her cum coating him again. Rio groaned, "Fox, fuck, I'm cummin' in that fucking pussy."

"Please, give it to me."

Rio pulled her close, pressing his nose on the back of her neck. His warm seed spreading inside her, she smiled feeling him paint her walls. He gave her kisses down the back of her shoulder. Fox hummed with content. He kept himself buried until he was empty, his dick going soft inside her. She sleepily giggled when he pulled out and her body collapsed on the bed. He laughed spanking her again. "You're killing me." She playfully complained. "Good." 

She sucked her teeth and mustered up whatever energy she had left to shuffle herself under the sheets, her eyes getting heavier with every passing moment. Rio softly smiled when she lifted the sheets as an invitation for him to join her. He turned off the lights and happily laid next to her. She rested her head on his chest, he kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. 

"Just us?" He whispered as if he was scared to ask it any louder. Fox smiled, her eyes closing with sleep.

"Just us." 

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Now. On my masterlist there is a new category called The Mixtapes. Its a new series (?) that I have created, it will contain fics inspired by various albums, songs and artists from all decades, of all genres. You get it. I'm very proud of this idea so I hope I'm not copying someone else😩

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[httpiastri]

Omgg hiii againnn 🫶🏻 paul obsessed girlie here!! (Ur prompt list was so good btw) I think my favs were probably hands under their clothes, or from the dialogue, "god, you're shivering. take my jacket." Or "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know." But honestly I’d be happy with any, all or none of them ur writing is so damn good 🩷🩷🩷

bestieeee aren't we all paul obsessed 🤭🤭 at least i know i am!! thank you for your request sweetheart, im in such a paul mood these days that idk what to do. hope u enjoy this, have a great day (and happy holidays!!) <3<3

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paul's hand is soft in yours. the way his thumb brushes along your knuckles makes you smile subconsciously, leaning into him as you walk down the street.

there's a post-dinner-date type of lull hanging over the two of you, a comfortable silence that you really don't mind; you know that paul isn't the most talkative person, so just his presence is more than enough for you. that's why when he finally speaks up, you instantly look up to him. "hey, you-"

your eyes grow worried when he stops right in the middle of the street. you're just about to ask what's wrong when both of his hands cover one of yours, his eyebrows knitted together.

"god, you're shivering."

you hadn't even noticed it yourself, but paul is as attentive as always. you did forget to bring a jacket when you left earlier today, so the cold gusts of wind blow right through the thin material of your outfit. now that he has mentioned it, you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps on your skin and the way you're trembling slightly.

"here," paul starts, shrugging off his suit jacket in one quick motion. "take this."

"are you sure?" you ask, blinking up at him as he stands in front of you, draping the material over your shoulders. "you shouldn't get sick, you have that thing later this week and-"

"i'm sure." his tone is firm but not harsh, the little smile he gives you right after telling you that he doesn't mean any harm; he just wants to take care of you.

"thank you." your cheeks start to redden – you're sure you could blame the cold if he asked, even though it's not the actual reason – and you take his arm in your hands as you continue to stroll. your shivers may have stopped, but the butterflies in your gut still make you a little shakey. it doesn't take long before you reach his car, but instead of opening the door for you like he usually does, paul's hands land on your hips outside of the jacket. he turns you towards him, your hands finding the side of his neck as you look up at him towering over you.

but when he bends down to kiss you, his lips barely even brush against yours.

paul is always so tender, so delicate. his touch is consistently light, always scared to hurt you, never wanting to overstep a boundary. it's sweet and you're thankful he cares so much about making you feel comfortable. but sometimes, you crave something more.

when you lean back to break the kiss, there's a hint of confusion on his face. you take a breath, fingers reaching the back of his neck to play with his hair. "paul, you..." you start, tilting your head. "you don't have to be so gentle with me." you look to the side, feeling yourself crumble under his curious gaze. "i won't break, you know."

his eyebrows shoot up, taken back in surprise. your relationship isn't new per se, though you haven't been together for too long, either. he just always assumed that you wanted to be loved in a soft, gentle way. but now that he knows how you felt, he doesn't exactly complain.

"oh, really?" he asks, his voice making you look back at him instinctively. your eyes are met with his cute smile and his eyes forming those charming little crescents you adore so much. when you nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a grin, his hands slip past the material of his suit jacket and reach for your sides underneath it. he doesn't just stop there; soon, his fingers dance along the hem of your top, thumbs massaging your skin ever so lightly. "like, now?"

you pause for a second. "yeah..." you're blushing even harder by now, but he doesn't notice because he's already leaned into you and kissed you again. this time, it's not just a brush and he's not treating you like you're made out of glass. his lips are pressing against you with a new type of confidence as his hands move under your top, palms feeling up and down your sides. his grip on you tightens and he backs you up against the side of his car. you let out a surprised yelp into his mouth when your back comes in contact with the cold material, and paul uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.

as soon as you felt his lips on yours, it was like you both stepped into a bubble, leaving the rest of the world behind. you don't care how much time is passing, you don't care about who's watching; all that's in your mind is this new side of paul.

when he parts from the kiss, you find yourself chasing after him with your lips, disappointed to have ended it already. paul loves your reaction and grins from ear to ear when he looks at you, your eyes closed in bliss and lips slightly red from the kiss. "was that better?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone, and your eyelids slowly open.

you're completely breathless, unable to find any words to suit the situation, but you eventually manage a nod.

he leans down to leave a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door to the passenger's seat for you. "you ready to go, then?"

maybe you'll have to work on that gentle side of his.

[misslavenderlady]

Hey bestie!!! I don’t know if your asks are open. If not just yeet this out. Buuuut

May I pretty pretty please get a fem! Vamp Reader fic with maybe being a mate of Paul and Marko (best two to be in between—) who’s got like a rocker style,,,,I mean yk my style but? 👉👈 👁️👁️

And maybe some smut. I feral for them-🤭😇

(Also just realized I can’t put pictures in this damn. I was gonna give you an meme angel emoji 😭♥️

Ilysmmm and you’re doing amazing!!! Keep up the fabulous work!!! 🥹♥️♥️

Waiting for a Girl Like You🌹

Marko/Paul/Female!Reader

Summary: You have the most gorgeous men in all of California wrapped around your finger. Even though they're vampires, you love them so much. Soon they'll make you one of them, and it's a very pleasurable change~

Thank you @auntvamp for the request! I hope you enjoy this! Everyone, give Auntie some love! ♥️

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Poly Throuple, Flirting, Pet names, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Nipple play, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Language Kink, Threesome, Creampie, Blood drinking, Vampire transformation, Song lyrics

You were a bombshell in every sense of the word. Beautiful, blonde, stylish. Wherever you went, heads turned and eyes widened as men and women alike stared in awe at you. It was quite the ego stroke to get that kind of attention.

But there was much more to you than looks. You had many passions and dreams to keep your spirits high. The skills you had in makeup were professional-level, you had a deep love of painting, and you were a hardcore fan of all things rock-and-roll. It felt like there was a music video going on in your head, constantly spinning you around with the fun tunes you loved so much. 

Everything that made you the way you were caught the attention of two other blondies. Marko and Paul, you adoring lovers. It was at a record store where you met the two of them. Your hand fell on a Van Halen record, as did the hand of another shopper. To your surprise, the other person interested was a lot like you. Blond hair, blue eyes, and dressed like someone in a rock band. 

You were immediately in love with the gorgeous stranger, and the look in his eyes told you he felt the same. 

As if that weren’t already amazing, it got even better. A shorter boy with long curls dressed in leather and patches came up to him, holding some cassette tapes to show off. His words were cut short when he saw what had caught his friend’s gaze.

You didn’t think it was possible to fall in love twice in a matter of seconds, but it turned out to be so. It was just meant to be. 

Marko and Paul swept you off your feet in no time. They asked you out on three-person dates to the boardwalk almost every night. Even if it was the same location, there was always something new and exciting to do. Sometimes they’d take you to romantic dinners and let you get your favorite foods. Sometimes they’d show you the wildest rides at the theme park. You had a growing collection of stuffed animals from all the carnival games they had mastered. 

When it first started out, you worried that one of them would get jealous of the other. That they would start fighting over you and insist you pick one of them. It was your worst nightmare, as you couldn’t possibly imagine having one of them instead of both. Thankfully, they worked so well together giving you equal attention and love. You were more than happy to give that love back. 

The true challenge in your relationship was learning they were vampires. 

It was a miracle that you took it so well in the long run. They were true, honest-to-God monsters that hunted and devoured humans for sustenance, yet you still longed to be with them. Paul was still that lovable goofball who liked to dance around at concerts with you. Marko was still the artistic soul with a sense of playfulness and mischief. You would never stop loving them, and it relieved them both to know they hadn’t driven you away.

The three of you had a true bond, and it was about to get stronger. 

They had invited you over for a night in at their cave hideout. You practically lived there at that point, having a special room in one of the alcoves that was full of your stuff. Band posters, makeup, slim, black outfits, leather jackets, rollers, and a mountain of pillows and blankets to keep you warm in the chilly cave. It was so nice to be able to call it your second home. 

Marko and Paul were eagerly waiting for you on the couch, visibly perking up when you stepped into the room. It warmed your heart to be so wanted.

“There’s my principessa!” Marko cooed, reaching out to take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles. It always got you going whenever he spoke his mother tongue.

“Hey, Sugar! You’re lookin’ fine as hell tonight~” Paul purred, eyeing you up and down in hunger. 

You giggled flirtatiously at their sweet words. They always knew exactly what to say to make you feel good. You all but melted into their embrace as they got up from their spot and held you in their arms. 

"Hello, my loves," you greeted them, kissing Paul's cheek, and then Marko's. "Where are we going for date night today?" 

For a moment, your boys were silent. There was a visible shift in their mood, any sweetness turning sultry as they eyed you hungrily. You knew that look very well. It meant pleasure was going to come your way. 

"Actually, we were hoping to…stay in tonight~" Marko said. 

"Yeah! We actually have a surprise set up in your room~" Paul whispered, leaning in close to nibble on your ear. 

Shivers ran down your spine from the excitement building up inside. You didn't want to waste a second, so you let the two of them lead you from the lobby and down the hall to your special room. The beating of your heart was getting faster as the anticipation built up.

When you finally arrived, your excitement only grew stronger. 

The room was decorated beautifully. Rose petals scattered, candles illuminating the space, a silky, red blanket spread over your bed. Paul’s boombox was propped up on the nightstand and playing music from your favorite romantic rock station.  

“Do you know what today is, baby~?” Marko whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist as he did so.

You shook your head, as you weren’t sure what the special occasion was. Paul snickered as he nuzzled your neck.

“It’s the one-year anniversary of us telling you that we’re vampires. We wanted to surprise you….and offer you something as a present~”

Your eyes widened as reality washed over you. It wasn’t a secret that the boys wanted you to become one of them. It had been on your mind for quite a while now, but you wanted them to be the ones to decide when the time was right. They were savoring you for who you were as a human, but they adored the idea of spending eternity with their lover. 

They stared at you with such intensity. Such passion. You could tell how badly they wanted to claim you in every way. How could you possibly refuse?

As the opening notes of the next song started to play, you sweetly asked for them to take you.

So long, I've been looking too hard

I've been waiting too long

Sometimes I don't know what I will find

I only know it's a matter of time

Paul was the first to kiss you, caressing your cheek as his lips met yours. You loved the way he smiled into each kiss he gave you, expressing how happy he was to be with a woman like you. The two of you worked together to remove your jackets and shoes, already feeling too hot with your clothes on.

Marko stole you away for his own kisses and helped you slip off your top and your skirt. He loved it when you wore skimpy outfits under your trusty leather jacket. It made him act extra handsy. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as he nipped playfully at your lip.

When you love someone

When you love someone

It feels so right, so warm and true

I need to know if you feel it too

With all three of you naked and eager for more, the boys pulled you down on the bed. They absolutely spoiled you with affection, Paul running his tongue along your exposed nipple while Marko sucked at your neck to bruise you with hickies. Sighs fell from your mouth as you relaxed into their touch. They knew just what you liked.

“Lemme fuck you, Sugar. I need you so goddamn bad~” Paul purred. You nodded eagerly, and Marko helped position you so you were leaning up against his strong chest. He pawed at your breasts, holding you close and savoring your body. 

Paul was practically salivating while lining himself up to your pussy. The tip of his cock rubbed over your clit, teasing you just a bit. It made you mewl and shiver with desire. Your bottom lip stuck out, giving a silent plea for him to finally fuck you. 

Maybe I'm wrong

Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?

This heart of mine has been hurt before

This time I want to be sure

“Shhhhh babygirl, I gotcha~” he cooed as he slid right in. The two of you moaned out, both of you overwhelmed by the pleasure. Marko snickered into your neck as he watched all the fun play out. You could feel his own cock pressing against your ass and his fingers teasing your hole. 

“Ooooh Paulie…yes~” you moaned out. He filled you so perfectly as if your bodies were meant to be together. Without even thinking, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and pulled him in closer. Behind you, Marko was keeping you close as well, toying with every sweet, sensitive spot you had.

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

I've been waiting for a girl like you, your a love that will survive

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

Paul slipped his tongue past your lips, kissing you deeply to express his lust. It made you dizzy as your head clouded, the only thought on your mind being how good the boys made you feel. Meanwhile, you could hear the sound of Marko grunting in your ear while he pushed his lube cock into your ass. The sensation of getting filled even more was making you tremble and shake. 

“God fuckin’ damn, I love this ass~” Marko growled. “Like a vice grip on my cock….mmmh…makes me wanna keep you like this forever~”

If all went well tonight, he could possibly fulfill his wish. You wanted nothing more than to feel the embrace of your two lovers all night long. Every night could be like this. Three vampires ravishing one another as mates and making the most of immortality. The mere thought only added to your pleasure.

You're so good

When we make love it's understood

It's more than a touch or a word can say

Only in dreams could it be this way

Marko and Paul moved perfectly together, matching each other’s pace of thrusting in both your holes. Their moans were only turning you on more. Your voice mixed with both of theirs, singing out your pleasure. It only encouraged them to keep it up.

“Oooh amore mio….sei tutto per me~” Marko whispered in your ear as he fucked you. He always said the most romantic things in Italian. It never failed to make you blush.

“F-Fuck….shit…I l-love…love you, Sugar~” Paul moaned, barely able to form a full sentence. Still, it was cute to see him so intoxicated from your body.

When you love someone

Yeah, I really love someone

Now, I know it's right

From the moment I wake up 'til deep in the night

There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be than holding you tenderly

You couldn’t possibly last much longer. With the way they stuffed you and filled you up, your body was getting closer and closer to the release you needed so badly. Your legs tightened around Paul while you reached around to caress Marko’s chiseled face. It was like your body was screaming for them. 

“Marko! Paul! Oooh god! FUCK!!” you cried out. The waves of ecstasy came crashing down on you, and it was absolute perfection. Your boys were quick to follow, both of them cumming deep inside your body together. Their animalistic growls rang out as they filled you to the very brim.

The three of you collapsed onto the bed, panting and glistening from the intense fucking you had gone through. A lazy smile painted your face and your mind and body went absolutely fuzzy from the afterglow. You were incredibly grateful to have not one but two lovers that always made you cum. 

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

I've been waiting for a girl like you, your a love that will survive

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life

“Now then~” Marko said, interrupting the peaceful moment. “How about we give you that gift we mentioned?”

You perked up as Paul slipped away for just a moment to grab a familiar-looking wine bottle. Red jewels glimmered in the candlelight, catching your eye. The two of them smiled as they handed you the drink.

“It’s got blood from both of us in it,” Paul explained. “That way we’ll both be claiming you. Even when we’re apart, you’ll always have us with you”

I've been waiting for a girl like you, I've been waiting

Won't you come into my life?

It was all so incredibly romantic. Your heart swelled with love for Marko and Paul. They were so good to you. They really were your soul mates, and you never wanted to experience life without them by your side. As you uncorked the bottle, the sweet scent of their blood teased your nose. This was really happening. You would be a vampire.

There was no hesitation as you took a sip. 

You were still a bombshell. Though the sunlight was your enemy and the night brought you inhuman powers, your beauty had followed you into your new, undead life. The rocker look was still your style, but now there was a sense of mystic charm to your personality. People still stopped and stared, but now you could lure them to follow you. 

Lure them away and quench your thirst for blood.

And all the while, Paul and Marko stayed by your side. They were amazing teachers, showing you all the ropes for using your powers. Whether it was flying in the sky or fighting hunters, they cheered you on. You knew you were going to love them forever, and you would enjoy every second of it.

[sethsclearwater]

early poly!sethxreaderxpaul where seth is still getting reader comfortable with paul (bc seth and reader were dating before paul imprinted on reader too) and paul hearing her heart rate speed up when she sees him and smiling to himself when he finally realizes that he most definitely has an effect on her based on her body's response to him🤭

please🥺🥺

...

you and seth had just arrived at emily's house so you could spend the afternoon with her while seth went out on patrol. you and emily had been friends prior to the whole werewolf/imprinting/supernatural craziness so it was always nice to spend time with her.

as the two of you stepped inside, your gaze couldn't help but drift over to your other imprinter, paul lahote. you'd known about the double imprint for a few weeks now but you and paul had been taking it rather slow considering how disorienting the whole thing could be at times.

he was leaned up against the counter with just a pair of rather low hanging gray sweatpants on while he helped emily mix whatever it was that she was baking. it seemed that emily had stepped out of the room though seeing as she was nowhere to be found and you guessed it was to check on her sleeping baby in the nursery.

when paul felt your gaze on him, he looked over at you, smiling as you curled into seth's side, suddenly a bit flustered over seeing him. paul just let out a breathy laugh when he heard the way your heart sped up as you watched him.

you didn't see it but seth also was smiling to himself, both boys finding it adorable how easily flustered you could get when you were around either one of the boys.

"hey princess," paul smiled, setting the mixing bowl to the side when seth gently squeezed your hip to let you know he was okay with you stepping over to paul.

the blush that was covering your cheeks had you mentally cursing yourself for being so easily flustered, "hi paul," you whispered as you stepped over to him, giggling when he opened his arms to pull you into a tight hug.

"i missed you," you mumbled against his chest, eliciting soft laughs from both him and seth.

"missed you too princess," paul teased, pressing his lips to your hair which had you blushing even more profusely and your heart rate speeding up, both boys barely containing their laughter over your body's response to him.

"are you staying here while seth is on patrol?" you asked softly when paul loosened his grip on you enough for you to peek up at him hopefully.

paul nodded, "i can if you want," he replied, smiling down at you when you quickly nodded, giggling when paul gently squeezed you again at your response.

"seth you'll be back by 5, right?" you asked, peeking over your shoulder to see your other imprinter who was leaned up against emily's kitchen table, watching the two of you with his usual soft smile on his face.

"yup," he reassured, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips that had you blushing and giggling again as you tightened your arms around paul's waist, "now i gotta go but you let me know if you need me, yea? paul can get me if anything crazy happens," he explained, already knowing you'd be more than safe with your other imprinter and emily for the few short hours he'd be on patrol for.

you nodded, leaning back so he could give you one last kiss before he was leaning up and off emily's kitchen table so he could go on patrol, "alright i'll see you later pretty girl," seth cooed, "have fun with paul!" he called teasingly over his shoulder as he walked outside so he could shift and go on patrol.

paul let out a breathy laugh and you giggled, burying your face in his chest in an attempt to hide the blush that remained persistent, not knowing both boys could easily hear the way your heartbeat sped up when you were near them.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

What’s your top 5 famous celebrity crushes

Hey, anonnie! 🖤 Thank you for this very delightful ask.... I love to ramble about my celebrity crushes, ehehehe 🤭🫶🏻

Okay, those are in no particular order and also just my "current" favourites. Y'know how it is with the hyperfixations, they fluctuate.

1. Ofc, Rory Culkin. Oddly enough, that hyperfixation needed a whole year to really get going but now it's in full bloom!

2. Kieran Culkin. A friend of mine suggested that I watch Succession and since then I'm heavily thinking about him, too.

3. Lately, I rewatched Midnight Mass and Hamish Linklater as Father Paul Hill has me in a chokehold! Watch me go to Sunday Mass but certainly not out of religious devotion 🤭

4. Will Ramos from Lorna Shore! I am madly in love with this man's voice, especially since I never really dug the whole Deathcore genre. Also, this photo shoot in particular?? 🥴

5. Last but not least, Seregor (aka. Dennis Droomers) from Carach Angren. I went from 0 to 100 with this band in a matter of days and I can't wait to see them live next month! 😩

[cupid-styles]

silk and rope y/n has been making so many christmas cookies to test out which ones she should make at the bakery for the holiday season and harry just stands there eating them all and judging them like he’s paul hollywood (his ultimate verdict is that they’re all delicious and he should just be able to eat them all)

but he thinks her cookie tastes the best of all huh 😉

DJSKDJSJSHSHSJS HEY!!!!!!!!

(but yeah. you’re so right. bc he’s obsessed w distracting her when she has her cute lil christmas apron on and she has a focused expression on her face while she’s tasting different flavor combinations and he adores how sweet and smart she looks but all he really wants to do is bend her over the counter, fuck her w her apron on and live out his 50s husband/housewife fantasy🤭🤭🤭)

[ssahotchnerr]

Hey there! Random question but have you seen One Tree Hill? There’s this one episode of Dharma and Greg where Paul Johansson plays some like, backpacking ex of dharma’s or something??? And he was supposed to be a good guy (I think; been a while since I watched) but I simply can’t take PJ seriously in good guy roles after One Tree Hill despite the fact that apparently he’s a big sweetie irl 😭 I watched that D&G episode and the whole time I was like “AND THEY EXPECT ME TO LIKE HIM???”

i absolutely LOVEEEE oth!!!! i’ve even been rewatching it recently <3333 (and also i’ve been to all the filming locations 🤭)

but omg omg i’m right there with you 😭 i love paul but dan scott 😖😖😖😖 is all i see when i see him acting 😭 and then he’s in that one cm episode too!!! hehe i like to think that when he was on that set he and thomas reminisced about d&g 🥹

[the-fiction-witch]

White Jacket

Media Nowhere Boy

Character Paul

Couple Paul X Reader

Rating Sweet SF

Requested: 

hey fiction witch Ik that u r making several stories, but I have a request, so y/n is the sweet and kind sister of John and y/n and Paul r dating. One night at the little pub the boys perform at they are performing and y/n is there to support them. But a guy is there and won’t stop hitting on y/n so Paul and John get into this guys face and the problem is solved, but then Paul got so jealous bc he loves y/n so much and does sm special 🤭🤭 it’s just sm that I thought of and I would love her u to create it! Thank u so much!

I sat in my little vanity chair, watching my own reflection as I pulled the brush through my curls. I set my brush down picked up my powder puff and added the dust to my nose, under my eyes and the tip of my chin making sure my contour was as it should be. I heard the familiar knocks on the front door. 

"I got it!" John called from his own bedroom beside my own he came out of his bedroom and stuck his tongue out at me as he passed my door and headed down the stairs, opening the front door "Ahh there you are. You're late." 

"I'm on time. Dead on time." Paul spoke up

"The shows at eight"

"The show's at nine. We always tell you it's an hour earlier or you'll never be ready in time" 

"Ohh then I have time for a cigy"

"One." He warned, 

"Where are you going?" John asked

"Where do you think?" Paul chuckled 

"We ain't got that much time Mcharmley" 

"I'll make time" 

I heard footsteps up the stairs and soon enough Paul looms at my bedroom door dressed and ready for the boy's show tonight the same as John, 

"Hi" I smiled fixing my blush 

"Hi" He smiled "You look beautiful" 

"Awww thank you" I smiled blowing him a kiss which he caught playfully "I'll be done, just a few more minutes"

"Take your time. John doesn't even have a shirt on properly"

I finished up my make-up and had my perfume and spritz and I got up and did a little spin "How do I look?" I asked fixing my little sky blue and white striped dress 

"You look beautiful" he cooed resting his hands on my waist "I don't know how you do it"

"Do what?"

"How you make me feel like this" He smiled giving me a sweet kiss 

"Magic" I giggled wrapping my arms around his neck 

"Humm you must be a little witch" he smirked as we shared little kisses 

"Oi! I thought I was your favourite in this house?" John complained at my door 

So we moved apart

"John we both know out of the three people who live here you're at the bottom of the list"

"You are so cruel" he pouted playfully "Come on I need my bandmate"

"Alright I'm coming" Paul sighed "You ready?"

"All ready" I smiled getting my bag and his hand as we headed down with John 

"We're off Mimi" John called 

"Don't be too late. Either of you" Mimi glared at him 

"We'll be good" he smirked

"See you later Mummy" I smiled giving her cheek a kiss before all three of us headed out and started on the walk down the street John and Paul talking about the show tonight, their plan, their songs, all sorts of their jokey business as usual until we reached the pub the show was to be at 

"You gonna be okay?" Paul asked

"I'll be fine" I smiled giving him a little kiss "Break a leg"

"Just for you, I will happily" he smiled rubbing his nose on my own

"I'll make sure you get you boys some drinks once you're finished" I giggled

"You're too sweet," He smiled "Blow me a kiss?"

"Always" 

He went to the back with the other boys to set up and get organized for the show so I found myself a spot small high table close to the dance floor to leave my bag and have myself a drink 

When the boys came on I gave them as much applause as I could, many others gathered to enjoy the music, and many girls rushed to the front excited to listen and get their attention but I stayed back given I was lucky enough to hear such beautiful music.

Often from my own living room, through the wall and the end of my own bed. 

I had a little dance, and had fun of course and when they finished one of my favourites I smiled and blew Paul a kiss and he happily smiled at me catching my kiss secretly, As they finished up I returned to my seat. 

"Hello little lady" A voice spoke up and I turned to see a man with a drink 

"Hello" I smiled not wanting to be rude to him as he took a seat with me 

"Shall I buy you a drink?" 

"Ohh no thank you" 

"Come on. I'll get you something strong darling" he smirked 

"No, thank you I'm alright" 

"I want to buy you a drink, christ what a nice guy got to do?"

"I don't want a drink. And I have a boyfriend so?"

"So what?" he smirked "I bet I give you a couple more ciders you'll open your legs all nice for me" he smirked trying to kiss me but I moved away

"I said no. Leave me alone" I told him trying to get away 

"Hey! I wasn't finished-" He began grabbing my am

"Let go!" I complained 

"Hey!" John yelled as he came across the pub

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Paul yelled the two coming and getting between this man and Me John pushed back the guy and Paul pulled me into his arms to back me away from him "She said No."

"We were just talking man" He began,

"She said no. So hop it" John told him 

"Look I can do what I want-"

"I'm her boyfriend! So get lost." 

"And she's my cousin so if he don't knock your pearl teeth out I will" 

"Whatever" he said going to chase some other girl

"You alright y/n," John asked

"I'm fine" I nodded

"Come on I'm taking you home," Paul said keeping me close as we headed out and began to walk down the dark streets I knew he was nervous, he was angry, as we went through the park I spoke up

"I'm sorry Paul-"

"sorry." he stopped "What are you sorry for?"

"I don't want you to be angry, I must have done something wrong?" I sighed sitting myself on the swing 

"You didn't do anything wrong y/n I'm not angry at you I promise" he reassured 

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm... Worried."

"About what?"

"Y/n. I don't think you realize how worried I am, I'm always worried, You're an amazingly beautiful girl, you're gorgeous, you're smart, and you're talented. And that makes me so worried. Because... I am so, so deeply in love with you. That I barely understand how you want to be with me. And I end up worrying constantly about, the feeling that I'm not good enough for you" he said leaning on the playground equipment "I worry every time I see another man near you, I get so jealous and scared thinking that... if every guy in the world sees you the way I see you, and I know they do. They'll all fall as in love with you as I am. And I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Ohh Paul" I blushed getting to my feet and facing his face in my hands "Why would I ever want to leave you?" I asked "You clearly don't see yourself the way I see you. You're a genius, you're handsome, you're amazing in so many ways, and I know you're going to do great things and I want to be there for all of it because I love you so so very much, more than anything," I smiled "Because you love me endlessly, you think I am so beautiful and magical, I love you paul because no matter what you love me. And a girl wants nothing else in the world than to be loved"

"Really?"

"Of course" I smiled pulling him into a sweet kiss "I'm not going anywhere. I promise"

"I love you so much" He smiled

"I love you too"

"I'm sorry for getting so jealous"

"I'd rather you get jealous and protective"

"Maybe next time we do a show I should give you my jacket so everyone knows about us"

"I'd be more than happy to wear your jacket every show" I giggled 

he happily took his white jacket off and offered it and I happily took it slipping it over my shoulders 

"There, Can you walk me home now?"

"of course" he smiled taking my hand as we headed off on the way "Will I get a kiss?"

"Of course" I smiled "and Maybe something else for saving me" I smiled squeezing his hand 

"I look forward to it"