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obsessedwithhotmen · 25 days
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✿⁎⋆ PAUL ⇢ *-ALL MINE-* ⇠ LAHOTE ⋆⁎✿
⇾ (Twilight) Paul Lahote x fem!reader
⇾ Summary: you had a few too many drinks at the bonfire.
⇾ Warnings: smut, drunk sex, raw doggin it, light spanking and hair pulling, dirty talk.
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It started off with having no drinks, if Paul couldn’t get drunk due to his wolfie ways, than there was no point in you having drinks either, after all you didn’t want to have fun without him. Then slowly, after a lot of convincing from the girls, you had your first drink of the night - and then your second - and then your third. As the night went on, you started to lose count of the drinks you had consumed, all you knew was that Paul looked way too good while he was sat joking around with Embry, Jacob and Quil. He had come to the bonfire in a button up shirt -something extremely out of character for him - and his hair was slightly tousled from the rough housing between the guys. You couldn’t take your eye off him.
After some encouragement from Kim, you had went up to your lover and bugged him until he had enough and dragged you into the house and away from everyone else.
That was how you found yourself bent over the bathroom counter, hands trying to grip onto any surface possible, your hips being relentlessly thrusted into the solid surface as Paul pounded in you from behind. Shameless moans escaped your lips as Paul pressed harder against your back, forcing you further onto the counter, your breasts coming into contact with the icy cold surface. “Fuck-” Paul hissed, he stilled inside you, bending over your body so he could mumble in your ear. “Should’ve heard what they were thinking ‘bout you.” He started. “Wanted to beat the shit out of them.” He thrusted hard once, stilling once again. “But then I thought how much better it would be if I fucked you close enough so they could hear you.” He felt as you clenched around his length, thighs quivering at the thought of the other pack member listening in on you and Paul. “Yeah… you like that? Want them to hear your desperate little whining.” You frantically nodded your head, unable to give a response as a shockwave of pleasure filled your body when you felt his fingers meet your clit.
Paul let out a growl as he heard some of the guys groaning and telling him to quiet down, only stirring him up to do more.
He pulled away from your body, his chest no longer pressed up against your back, as he continued his relentless thrusting. “Paul!” You cried out, his fingers picking up pace the more he fucked into your tight hole. One hand moved down in order to grip onto Paul’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh as you attempted to pull his hand away from your sensitive bud, only enforcing him to continue.
“That’s right.. say my name.” He growled, his voice deep and intimidating, giving you a light pinch that earned a yelp from your quivering lips.
Your head lifted up from the bench and your eyes met his in the mirror in front of the both of you. “Say-” thrust “my-” thrust “fucking-” thrust “name!”
You were certain your hips would be more than bruised by tomorrow morning, but that didn’t stop you from biting your lip and back arching from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck Paul!” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open and grasp his reaction.
His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched s he pulled out of your seeping hole, reaching a hand down to rub his tip against your clit and nudge your tight entrance. A smirk showed on his face as he watched you attempt to push back against him to fit his entire length into your already red and bruised cunt. His other hand moved up to your hair, gripping a makeshift pony tail and pulling you back so you were stood up and pressed up against him. “I can’t hear you.” He whispered tauntingly in your ear causing you to shiver at his tone of voice.
“Please, Paul! Need you so bad.” You whined, rubbing your ass against his rock hard dick. “Want you in me.” Your eyes began to water the more you grew desperate, wanting nothing more than for Paul to man handle you with all his wolf strength.
The man behind you was staring down at your ass, watching the way it moved against his pulsing dick. He let out a groan, “want, or need?”
Immediately you began sputtering out words, “need, need you Paul. Please fuck me, need you so much.”
Relief filled your body as he removed himself from you, and once again his dick was at your entrance. “Love hearing my pretty girl beg.” He grunted before shoving his cock past your clenched walls, receiving a drawled out moan in response.
There was no time to be bashful about your moans when Paul’s cock was hitting further than ever, brushing past your sensitive walls and pounding into your dripping hole. It didn’t take much longer before you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach growing rapidly, your moans only growing in pitch and volume before your entire body began to convulse.
Even as he watched your orgasm hit, he didn’t slow down, continuing after your orgasm had finished and your body was twitching at the sensitivity, only opting to slow down as he reached his own climax.
He stilled inside you, pressing as close as he could to your body, allowing for his seed to fill deep in your begging hole, brain clouded due to lust and not thinking of the repercussions.
You could hear his heavy breathing over your own, added with quiet growling and grunts, had your body not been so sensitive after the prior orgasm than you would have happily pushed back against him to continue the moment.
‘Finished yet?’
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pennylanefics · 1 year
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Safe - Paul Lahote
a/n: finished this in a couple hours last night :D
summary: during a winter storm, paul’s car breaks down on the side of the road, at a time in which rampant vampires are running wild
warnings: mentions of anxiety
word count: 1.3k (exactly omg)
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It was a stupid idea to begin with. The roads were slowly becoming fully covered with snow, but you two wanted to stay at the lookout for just a little while longer, enjoying the peaceful view and getting away from civilization for a while.
However, it was now dark out, even though it was only six o’clock, and there was no indication of a road in front of you.
“Paul, why don’t we just pull over for now and wait till the morning,” you offer, your anxiety rising as he swerves due to some ice on the road.
“Babe, you really wanna stay in this truck for twelve fucking hours?” He snaps, though not too harsh, it was coming from a place of security and protectiveness.
“I’d rather that than attempt to drive and fall off the fucking road into a ditch,” you reply. Paul glances over at you and right away, he can sense your worry. He sighs softly and carefully maneuvers his beloved truck down the road.
“I’ll try to be as careful as I can, baby, but I want to get back home so you’re not freezing in here.”
“You do realize that you have a super high body temperature that could keep me warm all night?” You joke. Paul laughs along with you and shrugs his shoulders.
“I know, but I don’t-no, no, no no!” He groans as a clicking noise sounds from the truck, the engine giving out just as he pulls onto the side of the ‘road’, thankfully on the side with the wall of rock, so there was no way to skid off the edge and into the forest.
“Fucking shit,” Paul mutters to himself, trying to turn the car on. But it’s no use. The truck was completely broken down, and there was no way to jump start it.
There was most likely no one else out at the moment, so no passing cars could be of help. The pack was away for the night and wouldn’t return until the morning, deterring some new group of vampires that was terrorizing the town.
“Well, good thing we have some leftovers,” you murmur, trying to lighten the mood. Paul glances over at you and smiles, grabbing your hand.
“I’m sorry. We should’ve left earlier,” Paul says, shaking his head and looking down in his lap.
“I also wanted to stay, so it’s just as much my fault as it is yours,” you tell him, hoping it makes him feel better. “But I’m glad that you’re not gonna be driving anymore tonight because it’s really scaring me.”
Paul’s face falls and guilt settles in his chest. He should’ve listened to his instincts when he first felt your nerves arise.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s…” he tapers off, nervous about telling you his true feelings. However, he’s also cut off by you shivering, the cold temperature outside starting to seep inside.
His protectiveness kicks in and he hops into the backseat, motioning for you to join him. But you are unable to gracefully climb into the back, so you get ready to hop out and just get in through the backseat door, but Paul stops you.
“I don’t want you going out there, even if it’s for a split second,” he begs. You stare at him in disbelief.
“I’m not gonna get frostbitten in two seconds.” The look in Paul’s eyes tells you something else is up, so you sit back in your seat, looking at the space that you have to crawl over.
Finally, you manage to stumble back with Paul, falling into his arms, which wrap around you to make sure you didn’t fall off the seat and onto the floor. Your giggles fill the car and Paul grabs a blanket from the trunk while you get comfortable, picking up the picnic basket and finding something to snack on for now.
Paul throws the blanket around your shoulders for now, you curling into his side, finally relaxing into his body.
“See, this isn’t so bad,” you whisper when you finish your snack. Paul chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“For now. Just wait till it drops to ten degrees later in the night.”
“But at least this gives us more time to talk,” you point out.
“Or make out?” Paul offers. You gaze up at him, finding him smirking down at you. A similar smirk tugs at your lips and your hand trails up to his neck to pull him down to you.
Forty-five minutes go by, and you could already tell the temperature was beginning to drop. But with Paul beside you, it wasn’t a big issue. You end up throwing a second cover over his body, just to lock the heat in so that you could feel it more.
He even slipped his shirt off to allow you to feel his burning skin, which you very much enjoyed.
“Does…does you not wanting me to go out there have to do with that group of vampires?” You ask during a lull in the conversation.
You’ve been stuck for about four hours now, and it was coming to the point where you had no idea what to talk about anymore. So, you decide to bring this up.
“Who told you?” Paul mumbles, upset that the pack secret had gotten out. Sitting up from his chest, you grab his hand.
“Emily. It slipped out and I promised I wouldn’t say anything but-”
“Shh,” he coos, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, “it’s okay. I figured one of the other girls would tell you because the guys tell them everything.”
“Then how come you didn’t say anything to me?”
He pauses and carefully thinks over his words, his mouth falling open and closing as he does.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he finally says. “I know you had a close call with Victoria, and I didn’t want to frighten you with another set of vampires. I knew the pack would be able to drive them up north, so there wasn’t any real worry, but of course vampires are unexpected, so who knows what would’ve happened.”
“And you were scared that they could be around us and smell me when I stepped out of the car?” You could feel your anxiety rising once again, and this time, Paul senses it immediately.
“Hey, hey,” he whispers, cradling your face in his hands. “Yeah, I was…but again, I didn’t want to scare you. You’re safe with me, like you always are. I promise.” You nod and curl back into his chest, sighing softly.
“Paul?” Your voice rings out in the still air, after a few minutes of nothing.
“Hm?”
“Hold me tighter?” You softly beg. Paul’s heart aches in his chest at the tone of your voice. But, he obeys your wish and tightens his grip, pulling you as close to his body as possible.
“Do you wanna switch positions? Do you want me to spoon you, or is this okay?” He asks. You hum happily, snuggling your face into his neck, a small grin displayed on your lips.
“No, this is perfect. Thank you.” He kisses your head softly and rests his cheek in the spot afterwards.
“Get some rest, alright, baby? I’ll call Emily in the morning for her and Sam to come help once he’s awake.” You nod against his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on the heat surrounding you and the feel of his body next to yours.
It always did the trick to get you to sleep, and within minutes, you were out like a light, but Paul stayed awake, keeping a lookout to make sure no one else was around and that you were safe.
Though you knew you were safe with Paul, no matter what.
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supercap2319 · 3 months
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Hi can you please write some Paul Lahote smut please with Paul being rough with y/n and y/n just loving it please like they almost break the bed kinda rough
Having a werewolf for a boyfriend had its pros, and cons, but it was definitely worth it. Paul was reckless. Impulsive. Hot-headed. Jealous. Possessive. But all of that made him so much hotter. Especially in bed.
Being a werewolf-shifter means that you were now different from before you turned. And Paul was definitely different. He could be sweet when he wanted too, but he liked to play rough with Y/N. Talk dirty to him. Especially after he imprinted on Y/N.
Y/N was his. And he would gladly show him all the unconditional love that he could, but that doesn't mean Paul wouldn't have fun along the way. He pushed Y/N onto the bed, grinding their crotches together roughly as Y/N grasped Paul's shoulders. "P-P-Paul? Please?”
"Please, what?" Paul growled.
"Take me. Take me hard and rough." He grinds and whines pathetically for him. Paul loves this. "I love it when my mate begs. Gets me so turned on." Paul's fingers traced Y/N's pants as he squeezed his bulge before unbuttoning his pants and soon he was naked for Paul.
"All mine. Just mine." Paul possessively grabbed Y/N's hips and flipped him on his stomach. He traced a finger down his back and close to his cheeks. "Is my mate loose from earlier in the woods?" Early this morning, Y/N told Paul he was really horny, so they fucked in the woods. Leaving their scent all over the place. The pack definitely complained.
"Yes. Please?”
"That's it." Paul lined himself with his mate's hole, before he pushed inside him slowly. Feeling that tight heat wrap around and squeezing his dick was almost too much for Paul to bear. He let out a small moan. "So, tight. So, hot." He pushed in and out, slowly at first before starting a punishing pace with Y/N grabbing the sheets as Paul grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to look at him as Paul fucked him.
He pounded in and out of him, adding some of his supernatural strength into it, causing the bed to slide, and hit the wall. Paul loves it and so does Y/N. "Oh, fuck! Paul! H-H-Harder baby." He closed his eyes as he just felt Paul jackhammering into his hole.
"Fuck, Y/N. I love my mate's tight hole." Paul said.
"Rougher! Scratches. Anything rough." Y/N begs.
"Oh, you dirty boy." Paul growled in his ear. "You got it." As Paul rammed into Y/N, scratching his fingernails down his back, as they went all night long.
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randomfanboi · 1 year
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Masseur
Paul Lahote x Male Reader (Smut)
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Summary: Everyone knows about Paul’s anger issues. But when his anger lets him lash out at his wolf pack and cause several fights. Emily proposes to Sam that a massage might be a good idea, since there was one not too far. Paul is irritated by the whole thing but Sam forces him to go. Paul is annoyed when he shows up to the place but when he lays eyes on his masseur, his now imprint, things take a turn for the best.
Author: This is also my first Paul Lahote smut! And you know, Paul is so angry in the movie I think he deserves a massage… especially by me. But enjoy!
Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, anal sex, 18+
Paul let out a heavy sigh, as he rubbed a hand down his face. “It WiLl bE goOd foR yOu.” Paul mocked as he remembered what Sam told him when he and Emily made the arrangement. Paul looked at the massage parlour where Emily had arranged a session for him. Everyone did know that Paul had anger issues, however two months ago it started getting worse. Paul would snap at anyone that slightly irritated him mostly his wolf pack and some occasions Sam but never Emily since that was a death wish.
Sam was getting fed up with it. Once a week minor fights turned into brawls not everyday but every hour. Almost no one wanted to do patrol with him and there was no coordination with Paul. Sam confessed his concerns with the wolf pack regarding Paul to Emily and she suggested a massage for him, Sam saw no better option so she arranged it. When it was announced to Paul he wanted nothing to do with it till Sam literally forced Paul to go, being Alpha had its perks.
Back to the present, Paul stomped his way into the parlour already wearing an irritated expression. He stopped by the front desk, as the lady looked up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked raising a brow at his irritation. Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m here for a session.” “Name?” “Paul Lahote.” The lady glanced at her computer before looking at him again. “Your right on time.” She pointed down a hall. “Door 7.” She said as she returned to her computer. Paul went down the hall without thanking her, on purpose.
Paul came to the door and opened it, he went through the door and closed it behind him as he surveyed his surroundings. This looked expensive to Paul. The massage bed was placed in the middle of the room, to the right of the bed was a rectangular pool surrounded by pebbles and candles. The wall that the pool was closest to, had water falling at a gentle soothing pace. There was a mirror facing one of the heads of the massage bed, with a sink under it and plants were everywhere.
There were windows but the noticeable one was the ceiling one revealing nature. And a wooden closet with sliding doors with towels, and massage liquids etc on the shelves. After Paul noticed the closet he noticed the person going through it, you. “Oh, welcome!” You said clasping your hands. “I’m Y/N, by the way your looking around, is this your first time?” “Yeah.” Paul said in his attitude.
Paul was about to make a snarky comment towards you but froze as he made eye contact with you. Paul immediately forgot about his surroundings, hell it felt like even the ground or gravity didn’t even exist anymore. You’re his imprint. Paul’s eyes widened as he let out a gasp, realising and taking in your gorgeous features. Paul was staring at you mouth open, as you had no idea what was going through Paul’s mind, you giggled at his expression. “I’ve been told, that I’m beautiful and sexy before, but your face really takes the cake.” You stated with a smirk.
Paul only realised what he was doing now and his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Embarrassment only seeped in further when he realised how much the pack members would tease him for how he looked just now. Paul tried to speak but stammered. Thank fuck the pack isn’t here. “S-sorry uhhhhhhh-.” “It’s alright.” you said with a chuckle, which Paul now cherished. Paul couldn’t believe him hearing himself, he’s heard of wolves getting nervous in front of their imprint but his was just on another level.
“Alright, you quickly undress while I set up the oils and adjust the bed.” Paul blinked twice, realising he had to take his clothes of now in front of his imprint. “U-uhh all of it- the clothes!?” Paul sputtered out. “Usually all customers take all their clothes off, but you can keep on whatever makes you comfortable.” You spoke with a warm smile. Paul gulped before removing his clothes. While he did, you prepared the massage bed, occasionally casting a side glance at Paul.
Paul smirked as an idea popped into his mind, each part of his body that he revealed he flexed a little and it worked. He caught your eyes lingering longer at his body and subtly biting your lip, that was definitely an ego boost for Paul. You then tossed Paul a towel and quickly got some oils from the closet. “Alright you can lay down on the bed if your ready.” Paul nodded and laid down on the massage bed. Paul swear that his heart had never beaten this fast before, he was genuinely nervous.
“Right, let’s start at the back.” Your hands moved down on to Paul’s back and Paul had to stop himself from moaning loud. Paul has been touched by other people but that was nothing compared to this. Each movement from your hands to his skin was like a spark of pleasure that the imprint bond only amplified. Even the faintest of touches made Paul want to groan. “Wow there’s a lot of tension, lemme just-.” Paul couldn’t stop himself in time.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!”
The loud moan from Paul echoed around the room. Your hands ceased as Paul’s face began to redden at the realisation of what just happened. He froze completely not daring to say a word before sputtering out words in the silent room. “Y/N-I-UHH!” You began chuckling. “So you liked it that much eh?” Paul face reddened further. “Sorry about-.” “Don’t worry misterrrrrr-.” “Call me Paul.” “Don’t worry about it Paul I prefer that you continue making these noises let’s me know I’m doing a good job.” Paul quietly groaned at the seductive tone in your voice.
Throughout the massage Paul let out groans, gasps and moans, each one had you biting your lip, taking everything not to go further with him. When you were done with his calves, you reached out for a different massage oil. “Alright, Paul you can lay on your back now.” Paul’s eyes widened, as much as he would love for you to continue touching him on the front of his body, something noticeable will be poking at you from his waist towel. Paul breathed in and out, trying to calm his dick down before laying on his back.
You continued, starting with his pecs, his moans and groans continued as you pressed, grazed and lathered his torso. His moans had you biting your lip taking literally everything for you not to go further with him. As your right slid down to his abs, you noticed something, the towel covering his hip to high thigh level, something was poking out. You bit your lip again. You let your left hand continue your movements as your right hand lifted the edge of the towel up. You craned your head a bit down, to look under the towel.
It was hard and big.
You glanced at Paul, his face contorted in pleasure. An idea hit you, one you liked the sound of. I mean he’s so caught up in pleasure it wouldn’t hurt to go a little beyond with him and you only live once. You thought. You carefully lifted the towel off, licked your lips and craned your head down before putting his cock in your mouth.
Paul eyes shot open as the most pleasurable sensation exploded through his body. He let out a mixture of a moan and gasp. His eyes focused to what was happening to see the most sexiest thing in his life. You, his imprint bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul let his head fall back with a breathy “fuck.” You then held on to Paul’s thighs and began taking in more of his cock before taking it entirely as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” Paul yelled out, his hands gripped the edge of the massage bed as his teeth clamped his lips. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, looking at Paul, whilst stroking his fuckstick.
“Damn, you really seem to have a lot of tension in your body Paul. Mind if I continue?” You asked seductively. Paul opened his eyes to make eye contact with you. “N-no, please fu-fuckin continue.” You laughed noticing the pleasure had Paul trembling. “Hmmmm.” You put his cock in your mouth again getting back to the original pace. Paul hissed as he craned his head forward to look at you more clearly. Your mouth was magical, he hadn’t felt anything like it.
Placing a hand on your head, a devious grin appeared on Paul’s face, before his hand forced you down his cock. You let out a surprised hum before gagging, Paul’s eyes rolling at the pleasure. Paul chuckled slightly as he continued to force your mouth down with his hand. You then stilled where only his tip was in your mouth. You indicated to Paul with a hum. Paul grinned again as he grabbed your head with both hands and started thrusting his hips relentlessly. “Ohohhoo fuck!” Paul exclaimed.
You again let Paul’s cock out with a pop. But before you could continue, Paul’s hand pulled your head towards his, putting his lips on yours. Your tongues entangled around each other, as Paul tugged at your shirt, you then took it off. Paul took about two seconds to admire your torso, his teeth bit his lip eagerly. You connected your lips with Paul, a moan coming from the the both of you.
Your tongues danced and entangled around each other. Paul had never done this before with a guy but in the heat of the moment he couldn’t give a fuck. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth as Paul let out a chuckle. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear. Paul’s hand slid up and down your shaft as you groaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Paul took this as a chance to bite down on your neck as you gasped. He then sucked at your skin making you moan loudly, Paul then lathered his tongue over your hickey.
Paul then grabbed your hips and spinned you around quickly and spread your ass open revealing your aching hole. He slithered his tongue in as you let out a gasp at the feeling of something warm enter through your entrance. Paul continued, ravishingly manoeuvring his tongue, you tasted so fucking good and your moans only encouraged him. Paul then suddenly had an idea, an idea he always wanted to try. Gripping your hips, he placed your thighs on his right shoulder. You were upside down, Paul’s cock touching your cheek, and you took it into your mouth. He then carefully placed your left leg on his other shoulder and began again at your entrance
You felt Paul’s hot tongue dancing in and out of your entrance you bit your lip. Before your putting your head down to start sucking again. Paul would help every time you needed to lift your head up. You popped his cock out of your mouth. “Are we going to take this to the next step Mr. Lahote?” Paul snapped out of his pleasure responding with a maniacal grin. “Fuck yeah.” Paul set you down on the massage table once again. You looked back at him, smirking and wiggling your ass. What came next was what you wanted and what Paul was craving, his hand came down and smacked your ass. The pain becoming euphoria as you moaned out. Paul chuckled before repeating the motion, groping and rubbing your ass after each smack. After a while he placed both hands on each ass cheek and leaned in, and spread your ass open. Paul saved the image of your hole. Oh it’s practically begging for me. Paul thought.
Paul then gripped his cock, stroking it a little whilst gazing at the sight of your desperate hole. He then lightly slapped your hole with his cock and began grinding against, causing a needy whine from you and Paul chuckling at your reaction. “Ready?” Paul questions in a teasing tone. You cocked your head to the door of the massage room. “I was the moment you walked through that door.” Paul grinned, gripped his fuckstick, and entered you. The moment Paul’s tip entered, the nerve system in your body and Paul’s exploded with pleasure which only increased as you took more inches of Paul’s cock . “Fuck.” Paul cursed out, whilst you were moaning. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as each inch of Paul’s cock slid into you slowly.
You turned your head back to make eye contact with Paul, a playful mischievous glint in your eyes that made Paul gulp. “I want it harder.” You then slammed your body back, filling your hole with the rest of Paul’s fuckstick, Paul gasped and gripped your hips. “…And faster.” You smirked. Paul growled, smacked your ass again, and began thrusting into you at a accelerated pace. Your whole body, mind, and might as well fucking soul, was filled you with pleasure your mind going completely blank. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as Paul’s cock re-welcomed itself into your hole again and again.
Like you, Paul was lost in pleasure. Each slam and thrust brought pleasure through his nerves and passion to his veins. The imprint bond felt like it amplified everything. Paul’s hips literally couldn’t stop, even if he wanted it to, and why would he? Your moans only furthered him into a frenzy. Paul’s left hand held your hip tightly whilst his other hand, snaked to your neck. You then felt Paul’s fingers curl around your neck, before his hand grasped your throat and tilted your head upwards. You let out moans of ecstasy at the action. Paul then tilted your head back towards him a little and leaned forward and found his lips on yours, tongues dancing in the dirty kiss.
Paul then forcefully pulled himself out of you, you whined almost begging him to put it back in. He then flipped you over and slammed back his fuckstick into you in the span of 3 seconds. You gasped as Paul’s lip’s connected with yours again, his tongue slithering with yours. Paul’s hands then firmly gripped your waist as you felt your back no longer touching the massage bed. Paul then lifted you up and slammed your hips on to his cock.
His cock hit it. That special spot.
You gasped loud, sounding surprised. Paul’s face turned wicked as his smirk became dangerous. He then continued slamming your hips down on his cock, it hitting your prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Your moans were muffled by his lips on yours again before he started to kiss the side of your jaw down to your neck. He licked the side of your neck before biting down and sucking on it. Your senses fucking exploded your moans so rapid that it felt like you had no room to breathe. You wanted to catch your breath but you were being selfish, you didn’t want to stop this pleasure not even for a instant.
After Paul gave you again a hickey, multiple one’s actually, that he was proud of, he laid you down again on the massage bed. Paul then pushed your legs forward basically folding you in half, and making his cock go deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled at the sensation and you started to feel something in your lower stomach. You bit your lip and looked Paul straight in the eyes, challenge being prominent in your eyes. Paul’s raised his eyebrows. “Is that all you’ve got, Paul?” You challenged. It took a second for him to respond but he replied with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Oh no, people always say, save the best for last.” Paul replied. Paul then began slamming his cock again faster and deeper thanks to your position. Soon Paul feel that familiar feeling in his pelvis.
Paul gripped your legs and leaned forward to connect your lips again. His ,fucking, pace increased as he growled against your neck. Paul was fighting with his wolf for control the sensations were getting too much and just right at the same time. Your moans turned to keens getting louder and louder, the pleasure reaching a spike, then another spike, pleasure reaching beyond you and Paul have ever felt. The imprint bond was sure to blame for this as Paul lost control of his hips, slamming his cock into you at a unbelievable speed. Paul snarled, the pleasure escalating far greater than he expected. It’s as if your pleasure became one, reaching pleasure and passion never felt before. You locked eyes with Paul, lust and passion in both your eyes, till the pleasure reached its peak… and soared to the heavens, as you both cum.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
“SHIT!”
“PAUL!”
“Y/N FUCK!”
The orgasm felt like it was the best thing in your life that you were alive to only feel this. Heavy pants followed after the release between you and Paul. He then pulled his cock out of your filled whole, his cum spilling out immediately, he grinned at that. Paul then leaned over towards you and licked your mess off your chest, savouring the taste of you. Paul then connected your lips in a lazy kiss, before gazing at you thoughtfully. You closed your eyes in the post bliss. You made eye contact with Paul. “Well that was… amazing.” “Tell me about it.” Paul chuckled out. “Well I hope as your masseur I got those tense muscles sorted out?” You asked. “You did more than I could ask for… thanks.”
You sat up and glanced at the clock in the room. “You’ve still got thirty minutes of your session left is-WOAH!” You were interrupted as Paul pulled you by the waste and inserted his tongue inside your mouth. “Good I’m not done with you yet.” Paul let out a wicked smirk.
“How was your session Paul?” Emily asked placing muffins on the table. Paul thought back to what happened earlier that day grinned. “Pretty good.” Paul stated. Jared raised a eyebrow at him. “It seemed more than ‘pretty good’.” “Yeah, you didn’t even come to the pack house with a pissed off expression, which is the usual.” Said Embry taking a bite out of Emily’s cooking, Paul playfully pushed Embry and chuckled which almost surprised the entire pack. “The truth is, my masseur.” Paul took out a piece of paper, your number written in black ink on it. “… is my imprint.”
“Woah, you okay there Y/N? You look a little worn out and you look like you can’t even walk properly.” Lisa the massage parlour receptionist asked you with concern written over her face. “I’m fine Lisa.” You said chuckling. “Just had a special customer.” You looked down at the paper you were holding with hopeful expression as you read Paul’s number for the eighth time already.
You were organising the massage towels after another successful massage. You quickly had to get these things organised as your next session would start at any moment now. Just as you finished with the towels, knocks were heard by the door as someone opened it. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out your named. You smiled making eye contact with the man who fucked your brains out a week ago. “Paul… same procedure as last time?” You said whilst taking off your shirt. Paul closed the door behind him and chuckled. “Of course.”
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i-run-with-a-wolfpack · 6 months
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Alex and Kiowa together again
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samblackblog · 2 years
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Good girls don't get what they want
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⎔ MASTERLIST ⎔ REQUESTS ⎔ TWILIGHT ⎔
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: smut, female pleasuring,
A/N: enjoy. Let me know if you'd like another part to this. That cheeky grin above, that’s what I imagine he’d tease you with
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You wake alone in a cold bed, the crisp morning air turning your breath into steamy tendrils that cascade across the surface of the pillow. Slowly you force your eyes open as an outstretched arm traces the space next to you seeking a sign of his presence. The sheets are stone cold, any trace of him long gone. 
Despite the cold you move quickly as you drag yourself from the bed, almost instantly your nipples harden as they’re exposed. Goosebumps grace your thighs as you grab the dressing gown that had been flung last night and wrap it tightly around your naked form. 
Although the morning light had breached the curtains and bathed the room in glorious light, the hallway beyond the bedroom was still in pitch blackness. Your eyes snap to the open doorway as the creak of floorboards resonates from the dark. The beat of your heart thrums in your ears and your voice sticks in your throat. Slowly you take a step backward. A familiar shape enters the doorway causing your heart to beat even faster, but not from fear. 
“You scared me” you whisper as he crosses the room and pulls you into his embrace, arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you flush to him. His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, savouring the way you smell. His lips plant a trail of kisses to your jawline, before finding yours that are still plump from last night. Gently his hands caress your sides and come to rest on your hips. He pays attention to the soft delicate moans that escape your mouth as he moves one under the hem of the dressing gown and up your thigh. Suddenly both hands find their way beneath the material and settle on your arse as he lifts you effortlessly and carries you back to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. He places you down gently and comes to a kneel between your legs, hands having a firm grip on your knees as he sucks in a deep breath. You were a gorgeous sight to behold, still a little sleepy and all dishevelled from the previous night. The dressing gown had ridden up exposing the majority of yourself to him. A pink flush graces your cheeks as your eyes roam his body. Despite the chilly temperatures he’s in shorts only, they hug his hips perfectly, revealing chiselled abs and a deep cutting v line. You notice a slight sheen of sweat glistening over his chest, or was it rain? You know he’d been out for an early morning run along the territory lines. 
All thoughts are abandoned as he glides his hands down your thighs, your nipples once again hardening beneath the gown. Tenderly he places kisses down your thigh as his hands wrap around the back with his palms splayed flat on your hips to stop you squirming away. Shakily you let out a breath in anticipation, not knowing how long you’d last after last night. A whine escapes your lips as you become increasingly frustrated at Paul’s slow pace, you feel him smile against your thigh before his mouth lightly makes contact at the apex, his day-old stubble scratching sensually over your most sensitive area. Slowly he runs his tongue along your slit, humming in delight at how you taste. You let out a small chuckle at his reaction which he cuts short by making you gasp from his tongue coming into contact with your clit. He starts off slowly, tracing circles over and over while picking up the tempo. Your head rolls to the side as your eyes close, the moans escaping you are music to his ears. Just as you think you’re going to climax Paul switches up the direction he works in, repeating this every time you're close. He enjoys teasing you and watching as you unravel. 
“Paul, please” you whisper through moans, preying he might finally be done tormenting you. Your thighs tighten around his head as he continues his mission, going in clockwise circles. The built up pressure becomes too much, your hands shooting down to squeeze his at your hips. As soon as you’ve done that, one of his untangles from yours. You feel his fingers at your entrance and then push inside you slowly. Only one to start but a second soon follows, pumping in and out of you. He starts curling his fingers, which along with his tongue, sends you into one hell of an orgasm. He eyes you greedily from his position between your legs, watching as your face contorts in ecstasy. Reaching up, he skillfully unties the knot of the dressing gown and exposes the body he loves. Planting soft kisses, he works his way up your tummy leaving a trail of your juices behind and stops when reaching your breasts to pay them some attention. You let out a little customary giggle as you come down from your high, your hands weaving into his hair as he takes a nipple between his teeth. 
“Ow!” you suck in a sharp breath, you enjoy a little roughness but it always takes you by surprise. A wicked grin spreads over his irresistible lips as he looms above you, you bring him closer for a kiss as your hands travel down his chest, feeling his perfectly sculpted muscles. A groan escapes Paul as he grabs your wrists to stop your hands going further down. You whine in disapproval. You can feel his rock hard erection against your leg and you want it. The thought of pleasing him turns you on again and builds tension in your core. 
“God you’ll be the death of me,” he says through gritted teeth. You know he’s fighting the urge to fuck you so you flutter your eye lashes. 
“Don’t you want to feel how warm and wet I am for -” his hand clamps down on your mouth as he involuntarily lets out a shuddery breath. His weight shifts over you, as he comes even closer, pushing you further into the mattress. One hand still restrains yours as the other keeps you quiet - one more dirty comment from you would dissolve his restraint. His mouth hungrily starts attacking your neck, sucking on the same spot until a red bruise marks the skin. He admires the mark for a few seconds before leaning into your ear.
“We have a brunch date, remember?” he whispers seductively. Your eyes roll back in annoyance at the brunch date, wanting to stay here and finish what he started. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want later.”
Good god this man knows exactly how to pull your strings, but fortunately for you, it works both ways. After the events of this morning, you have no intention of being a good girl. After all, good girls don't get what they want.
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MUCH to think about
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sethsclearwater · 9 months
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Did you see that the actor who plays Paul played a badass bad guy in The Walking Dead? I'm salivating, the man aged like wine.
I DID NOT OMG HE LOOKS SO GOOD PLEASEEEEE😩😩
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Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader
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Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.
What do you think?
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Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt. 
“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step. 
His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath. 
“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.
Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.
You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.
You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…
Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.
“Babe?” you asked softly. 
His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.
“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.
“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”
You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.
“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.
“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.
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✿⁎⋆ BRANDON ⇢ *- SCARED -* ⇠ CARVER ⋆⁎✿
⇾ (The Walking Dead) Brandon Carver x gn!reader
⇾ Summary: Brandon doesn’t return at his usual time.
⇾ Warnings: slight angst.
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Not being rostered on for trips to gather supplies meant staying back and doing anything that was need back at camp, for you, you were stuck preparing meals for the night, probably one of the most boring jobs out of them all, safest, but boring.
Unfortunately, your boyfriend Carver was outside the walls and gathering more food as the camp was running low on stock. You knew it was getting harder and harder to find it as all the nearby areas were raided a long time ago. This meant that the group that was hunting would be out longer than usual in order to go further.
Whenever Carver was gone, you were always left terrified that he wouldn't make it back, you were well aware of how eager Pope was to sacrifice his people and claim it on the 'Gods' decisions. Any day now, Carver could leave and never return and you would be left alone in a group you didn't feel connected with, nor could you trust.
You tensed up as the door opened behind, assuming that Pope was checking in to see your progress. "Just me." Leah's voice sounded from behind you. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a breath of relief, turning to the girl behind you. "What are you making?" She asked, walking up to you and sending you a friendly smile.
"I don't know you. Can't really think about making meals at the moment." You admitted, avoiding her gaze.
"Is it Carver?" She questioned, head tilted to the side as she attempted to read your expression. Once you nodded her head, she let out a light chuckle. "Carver's strong, one of the strongest as a matter of fact. He's a tough one to kill. I wouldn't worry too much about him." She tried to reassure you, but it was difficult to ease your mind when all you could imagine was your lover not returning home.
"I know he is, but that doesn't stop me from worrying. We don't know what kind of people could be out there. All it takes is one person that knows what they're doing, or even one rotter that he didn't notice and he wouldn't be returning back home." Your paranoid mind had left you to ramble, panicking even more as time went on.
Leah stood in front of you, grabbing a hold of your arms and making you face her. "Relax. Carver is fine. If he wasn't then he would've signaled. You underestimate him and the others." She replied. "Now, let's get these meals made. We don't need a whiny Pope on our case now, do we?" She exclaimed.
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Now you were really beginning to worry. The bonfire had been lit almost an hour ago, food being passed around in the progress and Carver and his group were yet to return. Pope had already given his stupid speech about how 'God more than likely chose them to be the next sacrifice,' and if it weren't for the comforting hand on your back from the girl sat beside you, you were certain you would've slapped the glasses off the man.
Your food was left untouched as your appetite was long gone, you couldn't eat knowing that Carver could be out there dead.
You were so lost in thought that you hadn't even noticed as some of the group got up and ran to the gate, rushing to open the doors. It took for Leah to aggressively shake your shoulders for your attention to be redirected from the fire to the gate, where you saw a familiar head of black long hair. The sigh that you let out was one of relief, your head falling forward and resting in your hands. "Told you he'd be fine." Leah whispered in your ear, patting you on the back and departing from you to go speak with the group.
"Hey, gotcha somethin'." You didn't even let him show you what he got as you ran over and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him down due to the force. "Woah." He mumbled, arms wrapping around you and holding you close. "You okay?" He questioned, concern in his voice. 
"Am I okay?" You pulled back to look him in the eyes. "No, I'm not okay, Brandon. I thought you were dead." You exclaimed.
He held some jewelry up as his response, a simple necklace with a heart pendant, on the back saying 'forever and always'. Had this been any other scenario, you would've been beyond happy at the gift, but your mind was so clouded with anger and fear that you couldn't even think properly. "Got a bit caught up gettin' you this." He explained, a smile forming on his face.
"Seriously? You had me thinking you were dead for a necklace?" Your reaction wasn't the one he was expecting, causing his smile to drop. Once you noticed his reaction, you immediately calmed down, trying to think rationally. "It's very pretty, thank you. But the only think I want from you, is you coming back when your supposed to, not hours later. You had me freaking out the entire time, even Pope was believing you were dead." You spoke more softly, eyes never leaving his own.
"I'm sorry. Couldn't help myself when I saw it. It reminded me of you so I knew I had to get it. I split away from the guys and when I came back they were surrounded by rotters, that's why it took so long for us to come back. But no one got hurt, okay?" He explained, hand reaching up to your face, resting the palm of his against your cheek.
You tilted your head into his hand, finding comfort in the way his thumb caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have snapped at you. You just worry me some times." You mumbled.
"I know I do." He responded. He pulled his hand away from your face and moved to unclip the necklace, gesturing for you to turn around so he could clip it around your neck.
Your own smile grew as you stared down at the heart pendant, reaching up to grasp it in the palm of your hand. "See, now I'll always be with you." He stated playfully.
"That doesn't reassure me, Brandon."
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change - paul lahote
a/n: it’s been a minute, and honestly, i’m expecting this blog to be done with writing soon :( idk what to do with it now so expect less and less from me and more shit posting rather than actual writing. but here’s something!!
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it had been quite a long day for the pack. it was only the third time that you and paul have met, and he broke the news to you that you are his imprint. but liking jacob, you refused to believe it was true. this led to you and paul fighting, jacob trying to get in, but making it worse, and paul wanting to just run off into the forest.
but, with his newfound control because of you being his imprint, he didn’t. he calmed down, took a few deep breaths, and stalked off to the guest room to be alone for a while.
the pack had dispersed, with jared and embry going on patrol, jake and seth heading back home for dinner after jacob had a chat with you, and sam attempting to check on paul. emily and kim stayed put with you, wanting to make sure you were okay and everything was fine.
however, you wanted to be alone for a while. all of this had caused you to become very overwhelmed and needing a break of just nothing. so, you head out onto the back porch of sam and emily’s house, stranded here because jacob drove you here.
you take a seat on the porch swing, throwing the cover that you brought out over your legs. the weather had cooled a lot and the smell of rain was in the air. unsurprisingly, only a couple minutes later, rain started to fall from the sky.
dark clouds took over yet there was no thunder or lightning, just a nice, peaceful rainstorm. you breathe in the scent of petrichor, your eyes fluttering closed as the sound fills your ears too. rain was one of your favorite things.
the way it turns everything a bright, vibrant green, or at least a green that doesn’t look dry and dead. the way it sounds when it falls onto the roof of a house, or leaves and branches, how serene it is to listen to on dreadful and mentally taxing days. like today.
rain is exactly what you needed to calm your mind. and you could feel it working. your shoulders weren’t as tensed and you were starting to forget, or put aside, what had happened today.
unfortunately, your peace was ruined by the back door opening, and none other than paul stepping out. he offers you an apologetic smile, one that reads he’s not looking for a fight, but to instead reconcile and fix things.
he cautiously sits next to you, as far as he can on the left side of the swing. he says nothing for a few seconds.
“you know, when i was younger, i never liked the rain,” he finally speaks up, staring straight out into the backyard of sam and emily’s house. you don’t dare to look over at him just yet. “i always associated them with storms, and lightning. and despite what my family told me about storms, i hated them. i liked sunny weather, when i could feel the sun on my skin and not have to be stuck inside all day.”
you don’t say anything, but you decide to glance over at him. he doesn’t move.
“then when i went through this transformation, i had a newfound love for rain. running off into the forest in my wolf form, laying down under a fallen tree or just out in the open of the forest, feeling the rain fall onto my fur and feel so incredibly free. no worries in the world, no responsibilities, nothing but the sound and feel of rain. and i also do like staying inside, getting to cuddle up next to a fire, or just under a blanket. because of my body heat, there’s no need for a fire, right?” you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips, and paul catches this.
his head whips in your direction, and he smiles, happy that some progress has been made, at least in his mind.
“but most importantly, i think about coming home to you. you being there to dry me off after i’ve shifted back, allowing me to do so with a towel or cheekily helping me because you just want to be close to me. i long for that, (y/n). i long to be with you, and yeah, it may be because something in the universe told me that you’re the one, but also, having gotten to know you over the past few days, i have really grown to like you. and i know you have a thing for jacob and everything, but i would love it if you give me a chance. and i know what jacob has said about me in the past, and i want to prove that it’s not true.”
you still don’t say anything, but your eyes soften as he finishes his speech.
“jacob talked to me earlier before he left,” you whisper. paul puts all of his attention on you, his gaze filling with concern and worry. “he said…he said i should let him go and start new with you. that we wouldn’t be anything more than friends because you’re the one i’m meant to be with. i’m your imprint and that’s more important than anything.”
paul nods along, not knowing where you’re going with this.
“and i want to do that,” you admit. paul perks up and he turns slightly towards you. “i don’t want to focus on jacob anymore. like he said, i am your imprint, and i’m ready to accept that.” paul smiles widely and moves just a bit closer to you.
“so, would you want to stay the night with me? or is that too soon?” he asks. thinking about it for a moment, you reach for his hand, shocking him, to say the least.
“i’d love to, paul. cuddling and listening to the rain has always been a favorite pastime of mine.” paul chuckles and this time, he moves flush next to your side.
he hesitates, but you welcome him in by throwing the blanket over his lap. he accepts it, but going back to his statement, it’s not exactly needed.
“nice pumpkin blanket,” he comments, running his fingers along the fabric of it.
“thank you. a friend gifted it to me because pumpkins are my favorite fall decoration.”
“that’s cute. but you do know that i’m going to call you pumpkin from here on out?” he teases. you giggle and curl into his side.
“i’m okay with that. it’s a new start in a new relationship.”
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ALEX MERAZ as Brandon Carver The Walking Dead — 11.04 “Rendition”
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randomfanboi · 7 months
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PAUL X MALE READER SMUT IS OUT
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