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how the fuck has it been 2 years

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deeply sorry for the state of the blog on desktop! i changed it around while i was in a manic mode then left it unfinished. will resolve that as soon as i can.

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Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

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can you do a Paul a-z nsfw thing if you know what I mean?

oho suuuure. Will reblog the post and you guys send a letter, or two.

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Hi! I've been on this blog a while, you like the wolf pack of twilight right? If you ever want to request something for Sam Uley or Paul lahote, just pop over to my friend's blog @writer-inwonderland And request something there, she's a brilliant writer and she'd love to write for you. Please send her an request or two. ❤️ (ps, I'm giving her shout outs because i love her and want to see, her grow so shh🤫) but you don't have to if you don't want to, 😊 Thanks for your time!🤗

Hey everyone come spam @writer-inwonderland‘s inbox

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Can you do a headcanon of Paul🤞

Paul has a trusty old guitar with faded paint and stickers he put when he was little. He inherited this from his dad (who was a good dad sometimes.... but not at most.)

He sings and plays, but he keeps this a secret. His warmest memories from his childhood was his mother's sweet voice while his father played the guitar. They're both not alive anymore, and this memory is so repressed he only remembers it when he's drunk.

Paul's most treasured object, other than the guitar, are the cassettes containing his mother's singing. Sometimes his father sings along in it, and it pains Paul to know that he sounds exactly like him.

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if/when i reach 1k followers i will draw paul. lmaoo

work?? I have less than one hundred to a thousand followers. thanks guys.

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work?? I have less than one hundred to a thousand followers. thanks guys.

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Jealous Paul fic plssss

(Warning: Smut, 1.5k words, female reader, squirting, blowjob, barebacking, and jealousy. Sorry in advance if you don't like smut?)

"If you liked Barry so much, you can spend your day with him if you so pleased." Paul is handsome even though he's in a middle of a fit, tight light blue shirt and jeans barely hanging on his hips.

You are taken aback and nearly scoffs. "Excuse me?" You have just entered Paul's place, taking off your shoes and smoothing down your skirt. Apparently, your boyfriend has a lot to say.

Paul makes a show of turning around, looking hurt. The absolute— "Barry? That guy? You were laughing at his corny jokes like they were top-grade, touching his arm and all that. You think I didn't see?"

"I— He's just a friend!" Your jaw drops, gesturing to the door as if the poor guy was still there. Yeah, sure, they dated before, but God knows it was brief enough, and he will never match up to Paul.

"It sure didn't seem like it!" Oh my god, he's getting himself worked up on nothing.

"What, are you jealous?" You nearly laugh, but you stop yourself in time.

Paul spread his arms and let it fall to his sides. Opening and closing his mouth before he admits, "And what if I am?"

A beat of silence as you register that piece of information. Now you really giggle, full time. Paul immediately frowns. "Don't laugh at me," he says as he pouts. You raise your arms in surrender, and calm yourself. You cross the distance between you and him and put a hand on his chest, where you know his heart is working overtime.

You've always loved that Paul is huge, that he can loom over you, you love how it makes you feel safe. Now you take advantage of it and look up at your boyfriend through your lashes, a coy thing. You draw a fingernail on the taut cloth of the shirt covering his pectorals.

"Paul," you say slowly, and make sure he's listening to you. "He'll never compare to you."

He huffed, and it was actually cute. Oh my god, he's like that wolf with the three pigs.

You continue, "I've been yours the moment I laid eyes on you." Your one hand drifts to his waist and you lean closer, pressing your breasts against his abs. "And I'll always be yours, nobody else's."

Paul stays stubbornly silent, looking down at you, but you can see his features softening. You put your hand on his shoulders, preparing to pull him down any moment. "Is that true?"

You nod sincerely. You pull him in for a sweet kiss, nearly on your tippy toes. He does kiss you back like he always do, and that's a win right there. But when he pulls back, there's still a crease between his eyebrows.

"How can I be sure?" Paul is either adorably serious about this or he's starting to tease you. Either way, you know what you want, need to do.

"Well, if you want me to show you…" You sink down on your knees and look up, trying to see if Paul is too mad for a blowjob. Your fingers tease on the button of his jeans and he looks interested by the way things are going, putting a hand on the back of a nearby chair for balance, if he ever needs it.

You grin, figuring that's as much of a yes than anything.

You pull down his zipper, like opening a present. You take him out, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip, nibbling gently on the head. He's huge, like just how much you love your mouth being filled with. You suck on his head, fat and bulbous, dragging your tongue across the slit and sucking more and more as he hardens. You take him deeper, savoring the taste of his cock, pulling back with a loud wet sound. Just like a lolly.

"Christ," he curses, and his hand is on your hair, gripping it gently, tugging your hair just how you like it. You moan in approval, taking him into your mouth and stroking the rest you can't put inside.

Yet.

You put your hands on his hips, prepared to feel him down your throat, when he twists his wrist around your hair and pulls you back, his cock sliding out of your mouth, a string of saliva hanging from your red mouth to the tip of his hard dick.

"Paul," you whine, having not enough.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like that, I'd cum on your face."

You make a reach for him again, but he catches your hand and pulls you upright. You stand on shaky legs, but it was no matter, he puts your arms on his shoulders and you hold onto him as he leans forward and sucks on your tongue, tasting himself in your mouth.

Paul grabs your ass and lifts you, you wrap your legs around his waist, his hands under your skirt and palming your cheeks. You feel his cock poking at your panties, soaked already. He backs you up on a nearby table, pulling away from your mouth to feast on your neck. You spread your legs, eager to get yourself stuffed to the brim.

His huge hand unbuttons your shirt but neglects to remove it entirely, only pushing one to the side to palm your breast, pinching your nipple. His mouth follows, and your breath is becoming shorter, whimpering as he sucks on your breasts. You put one elbow behind you to support yourself and one hand to grip his short hair.

You nearly miss it when he slips his hand inside your panties and circle your nub. You arch into his touch, crying out. His fingers lay flat on your slit until the tip touches your core, wet and hot.

"Fuck, baby. You're soaked." Paul rasps. He slides two fingers easily, and crook it inside you. You cry out, moving your hips in time with his hand. You can just come feeling him fucking your cunt, you're so strung from just sucking his cock. He puts in another finger and you tighten, holding onto his arm as you come, crying out loud. You tighten your thighs around his hand, though you don't know whether to keep him there or to pull his fingers out, it feels so good.

You lay panting and pliant, your legs lowering as you calm down from your aftershocks. Paul leans over and kisses you sweetly. His hands spread your legs by your knees, and you feel the tip of his cock nudging on your entrance, slipping inside.

"Oh my god, Paul..."

He shushes you, fucking inside gently at first, sheathing himself little by little. It's torture, and it's overdrive on your senses, post-orgasm. In one huge lunge he rams inside completely. You don't have time to yell, your eyes rolling back as he doesn't slow down and fucks your cunt as he pleases.

You're aware how you must look, with your skirt only flipped up, and your panties hanging on one leg. Your shirt pushed open at one side with your breast free and nipple wet with your boyfriend's saliva. You're hair fanned over the table your being fucked against, legs open and moaning like a, like a...

"Gonna come again, sweetheart?" Paul asks, and he's sweating, huge arms on either of your side. You look between you and him and see his cock sliding in and out of you like a battering ram, shining with your juices. You nod at him, biting your lip.

You feel it coming, that familiar heat on your belly. The way it's building up, like a dam bursting. Your eyes roll back and you can't even scream as you come on his cock, only you feel yourself squirt, big time, and Paul stops to pull out and finger you as you do. You cry out and beg and come once again. He sheathes himself inside as you spasm and puts his body over yours like your favorite blanket and rams in your pussy until he comes, cursing like a demon as he does, chanting about how he's yours and you are his.

You would smile if you had the energy to. But you're terribly fucked out.

You slowly come to Paul kissing the side of your face delicately. You turn your head and kiss him sweetly, almost like a peck. You feel filthy and in dire need of a shower, but in the moment, it feels nice just where you are.

"Believe me now?" You croak out, voice just a little hoarse from yelling.

Paul laughs, a real charming chuckle and you kiss his nose. You run your hand through his hair, coming to a stop on his broad back, feeling the muscles underneath the sweat-soaked shirt.

"You're ridiculous, you know," you say, tipping your head back as he rests his forehead on your neck. You hear him mumble what sounds to be a "why" and you answer, "Paul, I'll never trade you for the world."

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Does anybody of you guys like smut? Up for that. Just tell me if boy or girl reader, and a simple prompt.

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Imagine Paul having a boyfriend who he is surprisingly cuddly and basically a big teddy bear around, never losing his temper when with him and doing sweet, romantic things all the time

"Come here." Paul pats to his lap. You had expected he would pat the space next to him in the couch. Hell, you had expected he would be mad at you after your outburst earlier, but he only just stared at you with a faint crease on his brows like he was worried. Worried about you.

You stare at your feet, guilt eating you up from the inside out, remembering how you raised your voice earlier. From what everyone expected of the guy, you'd thought he would snap and lose his temper like with anyone else.

But not with you.

"I'm sorry, Paul," you start, you're frozen to where you're standing. You hear him sigh.

"I know you didn't mean it. Just... come here, baby."

You did, putting your foot in front of the other, and the next thing you know, you're sinking onto his lap, knees on either side of his waist. He accepts you with open arms, pulling your arms to rest on his shoulders. Paul holds you tight and slipping his huge hand under your shirt, so you can feel his heat branding your skin. It's a ray of sunshine on a winter day. You burrow into his neck, and the press of his chest against yours feels like an angel's kiss.

"I'm just," you sniff. "I don't know, I'm really stressed lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you—"

"Hey, hey, baby." Paul's hands slip out from under your shirt to cup your face, and you look at his lips in guilt. "Look at me," and you do, staring back at his eyes. "I'm not mad at you. I know you're going through something. I'm just here to be however you need me, alright?"

"I just want you to be you," you whisper.

"Then I'll be me." His grin is charming, ever wide and mischievous, much like the first time you've seen it, the same one you fell in love with.

Maybe everything's going to be just alright.

"Tell you what. I'll cook something up for you. Or do you wanna go outside for a bit?" Paul asks and you shake your head.

"I'm good where I am."

"Of course you are," he says, with a lecherous smile on his face. You laugh, the first one you've done in a while now. Surprised with yourself, you lean in and kiss his playful mouth, like a thank you, like an I appreciate you, I'm so glad I have you, I wouldn't want to know life without you.

Like an I love you.

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try checking the original post again :3 I've linked it there

Can you do a dating Paul Lahote would include types thing?💓💓💓

Kept staring at this ask, thinking, hey haven’t I already answered it? Turns out I have, but in another blog 😅 Link to it if you’re interested.

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Can you do a dating Paul Lahote would include types thing?💓💓💓

Kept staring at this ask, thinking, hey haven’t I already answered it? Turns out I have, but in another blog 😅 Link to it if you’re interested.

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767 followers while i was gone! How have y'all been? Thinking if I should get back on the saddle and put out some nice ones since this blog is getting some traction. I'll work through what's in the requests and think if I'll open the ask again ;)

thank you all 380 people who decided to follow this little blog. i’ll pay you back with being  active. :)

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https://youtu.be/aKCX3JN1iDs around 7:17 :)

wheres your profile picture from??

I believe I’ve gotten it from a New Moon BTS footage, although I can’t seem to find the video in YouTube right now.

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While you all are here, I also own @samsdearpackmatepaul so feel free entertaining yourself there until I publish asks :)

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Are you taking requests?

yes darling. I just havent been able to make them because i’ve been busy but don’t worry i see all your messages.