#multipaul

[streco3y]

I've had very productive and fun day

[mossycobbld]

Guyysdd.., someone pls make more multipaul fanart .. pls..

my shayla 😭😭😭 i love you my purple murderer

[undead-clown]

This is me finally leaving my bubble, going onto twitter to look at multipaul stuff, only to find out most of twitter hates him or debates on if hes better or worse than kate. I will never leave my bubble again.

[donavanmonarch]

Nolan's strange urges

[minsu-the-cowardly-human]

Multirex confession headcanon chibi doodles thingy

I love them so much,,I really hope this is relatively in character for them haha. Anyways but 4 Rex I used comic Sans because..of course and for Multi Paul I used a font called Lemon regular mostly because it sounds so fucking stupid. Anyways the way I wrote out their dialogue is how I headcanon them to text or whatevs..anyways hope u enjoy!!

(also I would have doodled them a bit more complicated like but honestly I just needed to create SOMETHING rn lol)

Edit: godamnit I'm just now realizing what Multipaul says in the first one doesn't really make sense. It should be "you should be glad" not you're glad lol

[mortuary-collective]

I'm pauling it!! ohhh im pauling it!!!

[cyrusking100]

MORE SCREENSHOTS MORE SCREENSHOTS AHHHH I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE TODAYYY AHHHH

GUYS GUYS GUYS IM SOOO FUKING PSYCHED HOLY SHIT HOLY SHITT WHAT ARE YOU MOST EXITED FOR?? ME DONALD BECAUSE IM A WEIRDO

[lovelywetdreamer]

Multipaul was supposed to killed you, but the moment he saw you. His breathe was taken away. He kinda sort of kidnapped you into a date. Of course, you were terrified. A killer came to killed you. At least they sent a good looking killer. He also super romantic. He have you tied up to a chair while feeding you steak. He even prepared your favorite dessert.

"I'm not gonna kill you, but I can't let you go either." Paul says with a smile.

[bigboy-lovers-unite]

WHAT DID THEY DO TO PAUL

[grimmsbride]

i saw ur that ur request were open and i just need you to hear me out on multipaul 🫣 that man is to dam fine for there to be literally nothing of him 💔 if you write a paul fic MY LIFE IS YOURS 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🙏

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summary you decide to give your beloved convict boyfriend, paul cha, a little gift <3.

tags canon-divergence | pre-established relationships | ooc characters | paul literally jerks off to pictures of you | mentions of him being an assassin | masturbation | chubby coded reader | etc

authors notes i was so nervous writing this imagine cause i realized i have like, zero input on how paul would act in a relationship 😭 so im sorry if i didn’t do his character justice but i really appreciate you requesting for him, it gives me much needed practice 🫶🏾. as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes

Imagine sneaking polaroids to MultiPaul in prison. You don’t know what had driven you to this; whether your mind was clouded with the thought of missing him, or simple human horniness— you had no idea. The only idea that struck you was taking scandalous images with your camera, printing them, and getting them to your lovely, convict boyfriend.

Through the entire prison visit you were practically beaming with excitement, something the man picked up on easy. He was a killer for god’s sake, human nature was something he had to know. Plus, Paul was your boyfriend after all.

So the moment a simple what’s got you so excited? climbed from his lips, you burst out into a little giggle, reaching over the table for his hand— which Paul accepted with zero issues.

“Nothing.. just, so happy to see you.” Despite your words, your hand was busy, pushing something small right into his palm.

Paul was quick yet discreet in accepting it, squeezing your hand for extra measure before slyly pulling his hand away and under the table, tucking the mystery gift right into his pocket.

Now it was his turn to be excited, pretty features pulled into a smile as he tilted his head at you.

“From the way you look, I’m assuming I’m really going to enjoy this gift?”

Your smile was worsening at this point, practically leaning over the table as a sweet; “Oh, you’re going to love it..” escaped you.

You weren’t lying. While Paul was expecting maybe a key or some sort of cliche file to help take his collar off, he certainly wasn’t complaining the moment he tore the film off of his little gift.

There you were, in all your glory, images of yourself in some type of lingerie, position, or even completely bare— that left him salivating. It was no secret Paul missed you, the visits the only solace to the distance between you.

At times it seemed it wasn’t enough, given the amount of restrictions placed on the two of you. No excessive touching, you had to stay across the table, extra bullshit Paul wasn’t in the least impressed with, yet was stuck complying to.

But you, his sweet girlfriend, just knew when to push boundaries. And he was eating up every second of it.

The laminated film shined against the light of his cell, highlighting every perfect curve of your body. Paul’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, thumb sliding across the smooth surface as a soft hiss slipped from him.

Fuck, did he miss you. Every single inch. He missed coming back to you after a particularly hard mission, spotting your waiting body under the blankets to which he would climb under, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you in. You would always cuddle close, hand carrying up and down his body, assuring he sustained no major injuries. Sometimes, your gentle touches would illicit something deep inside his stomach— the man using the little bit of energy he had left to show you how excited he was to be back home.

But now, Paul was stuck in this damned cell, paying for his crimes with only fleeting images of you to keep him company. A sad case indeed, but he knew to make due.

Plus, Paul didn’t particularly plan to stay cooped up so long.

For now however, he would satiate himself with what you provided. Paul backed up until his knees hit his bed, sitting down and turning to press his back against the wall. Flipping through the polaroids, the man felt that familiar ache right between his legs. His hips shifted uncomfortably for a moment, blindly reaching for the zipper of his orange jumper. Revealing his white undershirt, and plain black boxes— the man hissed softly the moment his palm dragged across his growing bulge.

Blindly his fingers swept through the waistband of his underwear, curling around his length whilst his freehand flipped to the next photo. The light of your camera shined against your skin, the man wondering if you’d used some type of glittery lotion the way you just seemed to sparkle. A pretty purple set of lacey lingerie cupped your body perfectly, accentuating your breasts and the curve of your ass— and it certainly didn’t help the way your body arched; showing off every inch of your body.

Slowly, Paul’s palm dragged against his dick, teeth tucked tight against his bottom lip, quieting down his soft grunts. His mind was running wild, thoughts of you consuming him entirely. Replays of your past nights together, the man trying to perfectly remember every twitch and every moan you emitted.

He flinched the moment he made contact with his sensitive tip, hips rising right up into his hand. Precum was trickling from his slit, creating a mess he would concern himself with later— for now, the man was focusing on the next polaroid of you.

The picture featured you straddled a pillow, pretty thighs squeezing the plush item whilst covered in black sheer stockings. Hung up by gaterbelts that dug into your plump flesh, attached to the prettiest black underwear that rested high on your hips. Except this one was different then the other, given the undergarment was entirely crotch less; and the moment that realization hit, Paul was knocking his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tight.

“Fucking tease..” The man muttered to himself, eyebrows pushing close as he continued to fuck his hand. As the pleasure grew, he felt his legs widening, even pushing his boxers down further as his actions grew more vigorous. Paul could just imagine it, fingers playing with the lace and with your exposed pussy; fingers sliding across your wetness before dipping in, rubbing against your walls so perfectly you would cry out his name like some sort of prayer.

Paul’s stomach was clenching as time passed, lips parted as soft breaths escaped. His hand formed into a tight, wet fist, hips rising up into it as glossy eyes took in your last final polaroid.

You were completely bare, legs spread, arms opened— completely exposed to the watchful eye of your camera and Paul himself. He couldn’t help but focus between your thighs, wondering if you played with yourself during this process. The man could just guess how excited you were getting the entire time, pretty lips pouted as sweet moans escaped every time you rubbed at your little button.

Maybe you even played with your breasts; pulling and squeezing your nipples until they peaked, that thought alone caused him to twitch, hand falling to his side as the images laid out amongst his bed.

Paul dragged his hand up and down his length urgently, bated breaths and quick swears falling from his lips before he clenched, making a complete mess of his lower half.

Slowly, his hand slid down to his waist, slumping against the wall entirely as soft pants escaped him. His eyes closed, attempting to regain his breath after that little event.

Soon enough Paul’s eyes were opening, peeking at the pictures amongst his blankets, the corner of his mouth twitching into a little smile.

Which slowly fell the moment he glanced down at his legs, releasing the loudest sigh ever.

Now.. to get cleaned up.

[tiramissyoucake]

Hey I was wondering if you do other characters. If you do could you do a multi paul? 👉👈With I clingy and needy reader? I have searched high and low andi have not found one for him yet!! That's all thank you.

THATS INSANE I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE FICS OF HIM. He's cute!! Also, there is so much potential, bf who can multiply himself? Wrapped up in shady business?! Chefs kiss. Hope you like this! Short but I wanted to try out sth small in hopes of not making him ooc, as always lmk what you think

There were times when Paul couldn't use his phone to reach you, when the Order specifically asked him to maintain 'radio silence', during that time you'd be bombarded with letters that were pages long relaying why he couldn't talk to you and what's been happening (or at least whatever he's allowed to tell you.)

You reread them constantly, like you could hear him and his stupid leisurely tone in the words, your home was never quiet when he was around— Paul wasn't against using his power to mess with you or help you out, but whenever he was gone, it would be so quiet it's impossible to ignore it.

As you slipped the letter you just reread back in its original envelope, you slipped it aside in a secure folder. Another day, and the quiet persisted. At least you expected some package today, you barely remembered what it was, but you were sure it was an impulsive 3 am purchase.

You heard your front door, a knock resounding. Getting up, you patted down your casual clothes and opened the door, preparing to sign and accept.

"Special delivery." You gasped at just how much this delivery guy looked like your boyfriend, only to realize he was your boyfriend! Your body moved before your mind could function, hugging him tightly. "You're here!! You're actually here..!!"

Paul laughed, the package in one hand and his arm around your body. "I'm here, baby. I missed you." He let the package drop aside, using both his arms to hug you closely, nose burying in your skin with a smile. "You missed me?"

"So much! I have so many questions— when..?" He laughed, smug. "I have ways of convincing people, I'll tell you everything if you let me in?"

You didn't need to be asked twice.

.

"-and they let me come home early." He smiled down at you, watching you cling to him as he sat back on your couch. "It was hell, but they paired me with this meathead murderer and he sorta did all the work for me."

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest. "Don't give me gross details, I finally have you home and you're being gross." Paul grinned down at you, cupping your cheek to make you look up at him your cheeks were flushed, warm to the touch and your lips in a small pout.

"I can be gross in another way if you want." He subtly offered, leaning closer to you. "There he is." You smiled, mirroring his movement to meet him in the middle.

It was a soft kiss at first, then a slightly deeper one, his fingers gently held your chin as he parted his lips to taste more of you. As rough as he was, he was usually gentle with you even when you wanted him to be rougher, insisting you could handle it. You compliantly parted your lips as you felt his tongue prod against you, letting out a grateful groan as he sat up, looming over you as his mouth slotted against yours.

His hands pulled you closer as yours desperately latched onto his shirt, his tongue flooding your mouth, moaning drowned out by his own groaning, you parted to breathe. "I missed you so much." He almost hissed, frustrated with how riled up you could get him from a few kisses.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in once more to kiss you, his hands briefly disappearing before another pair snaked in from behind you, feeling a familiar build press against you, the sneaky bastard multiplied himself when your guard was down...

His copy groped and felt your body from behind you as he kissed your neck, the same way your boyfriend would. You whimpered as the Paul infront of you trailed his hand down to your waistband, tugging the material before letting it snap back to your skin, the two chuckling.

"You're so cute.." his voice overlapped with his copy's, creating an echo effect as one spoke infront of you and the other behind you. "God, and your noises..."

His hand held your jaw gently, making you look up at him as he licked his lips, his copy settling his chin on your shoulder. "How about I make a few more copies, hmm? Think you can handle that?"

[mossycobbld]

thought i was gonna be able to draw the whole way on this road trip but my ipad got to 30 percent in the 20 minutes i spent drawing this im so sad

[undead-clown]

Hey multipaul nation we should all be friends :D

[donavanmonarch]

Some thoughts on Invincible episode 3 season 3

[ambcrs]

Amber x Multi-Paul

I'll place the sky within your eyes. I'll place the moon within your heart. Falling in love, as the world falls down. /// @mu1tipaul

[marzipanilla]

Look, I definitely plan to rewatch the season to get a better feel for it, but it felt weird to get the same story beat for Mark two eps in a row and both times immediately get shown that the decision doesn't matter.

If Mark making the declaration that killing is So On The Menu now was supposed to have impact, you shouldn't have had to use it as your ep ender twice, and you definitely shouldn't have immediately showed me that the people he thought he accidentally killed or even deliberately killed are all alive still. Because right now Mark's only real body count has occurred when other people use him as a bludgeon.

He could have declared it puppy kicking season and started punting them over fences with a boot in their asses, and all the story has told me is that all those puppies are going to show up later with GDA cyborg assholes and be totally fine.