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Twilight coded. Especially the scene where they touch hands in his car and she gasps like she lost something and says he's freezing 🥶

having poor circulation is great because people will touch your hand and go 'oh! you're so cold!' and for a moment you get to experience what it's like to be a vampire in a romance novel

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⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANNONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 childhood friends to lovers with paul

you were always his.

paul lahote has known you his entire life.

even as kids, he gravitated toward you, like some invisible force was always pulling him in your direction.

“you’re my best friend,” he told you when you were both seven, shoving a slightly crushed flower into your hands with a determined look. “forever.”

he didn’t know back then that he loved you—but he did. even before he understood what love was.

as you both grew up, paul started to notice things about you in ways that made his stomach tighten and his heart ache.

the way your hair caught the sunlight, the way your laugh echoed in his ribs, the way you touched his arm when you talked—fuck, it made his chest burn.

but you never looked at him the way he looked at you, and that killed him.

he forced himself to act normal, to hide the way his hands itched to touch you, the way his gaze lingered when you weren’t looking.

he would have given anything to be the one you turned to with soft, love-drunk eyes.

paul had to watch you date other guys. it nearly drove him insane.

he always put on a front—smirking, teasing you, acting like it didn’t gut him every time you mentioned some guy’s name.

“so, you and that asshole from school, huh?” he said one night, tossing a rock into the ocean, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. “didn’t think you had such bad taste.”

“shut up, paul,” you laughed, nudging him playfully. but he didn’t laugh.

because it wasn’t funny to him. it was hell.

but he stayed quiet. because what if telling you the truth meant losing you completely?

he could have kept his feelings buried forever if it weren’t for the night he saw you crying over some idiot who didn’t deserve you.

you had come to his house, eyes red, voice shaky, looking so fucking sad, and something in him just snapped.

“tell me who it is,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “i’ll kill him.”

“paul—”

“tell me.”

you shook your head, wiping your eyes. “it doesn’t matter.”

didn’t matter? no, fuck that. it mattered more than anything.

he exhaled hard, running a hand over his face before muttering, “you deserve better.”

you huffed a watery laugh. “yeah? like who? you?”

his jaw locked. “yeah,” he said quietly, his hands shaking. “like me.”

it happened fast.

one second, you were teasing him, and the next, he was cracking open in front of you.

“do you even know how fucking hard it is?” he burst out suddenly, voice raw, desperate. “loving you like this?”

your breath hitched. “paul—”

“no.” he shook his head, stepping closer. “you don’t get it. i’ve loved you since we were kids. and every single day, i’ve had to watch you, knowing i’m not the one you want.”

his hands balled into fists, his breathing uneven. “i thought i could live with that. thought i could be okay just being your friend. but i can’t, y/n, i fucking can’t.”

his voice broke on the last word, and suddenly, you realized—he wasn’t just frustrated. he was in agony.

you hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear it until that moment.

until you saw the way he was looking at you—like he’d die if you didn’t love him back.

“say something,” he whispered, voice barely holding together.

you swallowed hard. “i—i don’t know what to say.”

his breath shuddered. “then let me.”

and then his hands were on your face, gentle but desperate, pulling you in as if he had been starving for you his whole life.

the second your lips touched, it was over—all the years of yearning, all the nights spent lying awake thinking about what it would feel like to have you, hold you, be yours.

“god, finally” he groaned against your mouth, fingers gripping you like he’d never let go.

and he never would.

the kiss changed everything.

one second, paul was your best friend, and the next, he was your paul.

he didn’t let you go for a long time after that.

he held you so tight, like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip even a little.

when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted that,” he whispered, his fingers still tangled in your hair.

you let out a soft laugh, breathless. “i think i have some idea.”

“not funny.” his lips brushed yours again, barely there, but full of something achingly desperate. “i thought i was gonna go crazy wanting you like that.”

he didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.

everything was the same, but also not.

paul still teased you like he always did, still tossed popcorn at you during movie nights, still wrestled you onto the couch playfully—

but now, when he pinned you down, his hands lingered. his lips brushed over your cheek before he let you go.

his eyes devoured you like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to look at you like this.

and, oh, god, the touches—

he was constantly touching you.

his hand on your thigh when you sat together. his fingers tracing your knuckles. his arms pulling you into his chest like it was second nature.

one night, you caught him just staring at you, jaw clenched, hands curled into fists.

“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over his face. “nothing.”

“paul.”

his eyes flicked to your lips, his entire body tensed, and then—

“i just really wanna kiss you again.”

paul had always been overprotective, but now? ten times worse.

if you so much as stumbled, he was there, hands gripping your arms, eyes full of pure panic.

“i’m fine, paul.”

“you almost died.”

“i tripped over a rock.”

“exactly.”

he hated the thought of anything happening to you. even the idea of losing you sent him into a downward spiral of pure terror.

one night, after a particularly bad nightmare, he woke up shaking, his arms around you too tight.

you stirred, sieepy. “paul?”

“just—just go back to sleep, baby,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

but you didn’t miss the way his breath shuddered against your neck.

the next morning, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. when you finally pushed him on it, he sighed, rubbing his face.

“had a dream you were gone,” he admitted, voice quiet.

you softened instantly, reaching for him. he immediately pulled you in, burying his face in your neck.

“i can’t lose you,” he murmured, voice raw.

“you won’t.”

“promise me.” his grip on you tightened. “just—just promise me.”

paul was obsessed with you in a way he never tried to hide.

he could spend hours just watching you talk, completely mesmerized by every little thing you did.

“paul,” you teased one day. “you’re staring.”

“yeah?” his lips twitched. “and?”

“and it’s weird.”

he just grinned, reaching over to pull you onto his lap. “mm, you’ll get used to it, baby.”

he also loved reminding you that you were his.

if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, paul was right there, an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

“something you need?” he’d ask, voice low, deadly.

the guy would immediately back off, and paul would just smirk, satisfied, pressing a slow kiss to your neck.

“mine,” he’d murmur. “all mine.”

one night, you were lying on the beach together, his arms wrapped around you, the waves crashing in the distance.

you sighed, content. “crazy to think we were just kids running around here not that long ago.”

paul hummed, his fingers brushing over your arm absentmindedly. “not that crazy.”

“why?”

he exhaled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “because i think i’ve been loving you since then.”

your heart stuttered. “paul—”

“no, i mean it.” he tightened his grip on you, his voice softer than usual. “i think… i think i’ve always been yours.”

you turned in his arms, looking up at him, your heart full.

“good,” you whispered, tracing a hand along his jaw. “because i’ve always been yours too.”

and paul just melted, pulling you into a slow, aching kiss—one that held years of longing, years of desperate, unspoken love finally set free.

paul isn’t subtle about how much he wants you to be his forever.

“you ever think about getting married?” he asks one night, his fingers tracing absent patterns over your skin.

“i—what?” you blink up at him, caught off guard.

his lips twitch, but his eyes are serious. “just wondering.”

you swallow hard. “do you?”

his jaw clenches for a second, like he’s fighting something deep.

“i think about you,” he says finally. “every day. every fucking second.”

he exhales softly, leaning in. “and i want all of it, y/n. i want you. forever.”

there was nothing that felt more natural than the way the universe had put you two together. and paul feels that every single every day.

so it’s not surprise he can’t hide his wish to be by your side.

it’s late, and paul is standing in the kitchen, watching you move around his space like you belong there.

and suddenly, he can’t take it anymore.

“move in with me.”

you freeze, blinking. “paul—”

“i mean it.” his voice is soft, but there’s something urgent underneath. “you already spend all your time here. just… stay.”

he steps forward, hands cradling your face. “stay with me,” he murmurs.

how could you say no to that?

paul lahote doesn’t just love you. he owns the feeling—deep in his bones, in every breath, in every look, in every single second he spends with you.

The small statured woman sat on her bed, humming softly, waiting for her little soldier. He was different. Better than anyone she's been with.

He always came after the stressful missions. Simon Ghost Riley was a strong wall of power in the field. But in the bedroom? He loved giving that control away with a reward of some dominance.

The woman opened the door, her little soldier was at the door, waiting.

"Hello, love." She let him in, closing the door behind him, and then sat on her bed.

"Knees, pup."

Simon sank down silently, already giving her the reigns, to let him be at ease. She leaned up, snatching his mask off. "There's my handsome man."

Simon never took his mask off, but if his girl asked for it. He'd do it. Any and everytime. The woman adjusted herself and spread her legs, teasing Simon. All he could do was stare at her through her dark green underwear.

"Please." He spoke softly, his accent think. "Tell me what you want." She chided softly, pressing a fitting into his strained pants. "To taste you. Please." He groaned softly

"Go head. But no touching, only your face."

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Werewolf! Uzui Tengen x Bunny! AFAB! Reader

Happy Birthday, Tengen!

Tags: predator/prey, hybrids, monsterfucking (?), cervix fucking, knotting, sub reader, breeding, dub-con Word count: 1k

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AN: Originally part of my kinktober but what other way to go out of October than with a Bang? (A flashy one, because Tengen)

“You’re in trouble now.”

He had you pinned against the mossy floor, your thrashing around did hardly anything at all against his bigger and stronger frame. “Let me go-” Tengen had been chasing you through the forest for half the night already, and you were so tired.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Your ears twitched atop your head, trying to escape the way he nuzzled against them. “So what?”

“Do you also think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Sorry- what?” Blood rushed to your face, the question seeming out of blue… but also spot on. You did think of Tengen while touching yourself, you were thinking of his burly arms, strong thighs, his teasing voice, his everything when you tried to satisfy yourself with your small hands, never quite reaching where you needed. 

The burn between your legs was especially prominent today, as your heat was quickly approaching. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

He sniffed at your neck, making you cover your face to hide your blush. 

“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”

The squawk that left you was downright embarrassing when his large hands engulfed your wrists to pull them away.

"Aw, you’re so adorable when you blush like that,” he cooed at you, his lips tickling your ear.

Irritation and desire coursed through your veins, and you blurted out, “If I’m so adorable, then adore me.”

Tengen’s eyes darkened with lust, and he licked his lips. “No need to tell me twice.”

One of his hands kept you pinned down, the other reached to the shorts you wore, tugging them off roughly. Switching hands, he unbuttoned your shirt, and his claw sliced open your bra despite your protests.

His hand delved down between your legs as suddenly as he had pinned you before.

A hum left him. “You’re so wet already, did you enjoy the chase so much?”

"No," your voice wobbled when he dragged a finger through your slit, judging the level of lubrication you produced.

Tengen scoffed, "Well-" He stopped, his finger stopped, and he inhaled deeply. “Are you in heat?” he chuckled. “Oh my, I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. You reek of it.”

You hid your embarrassed face in your hands, though he could not see it anyway.

“Your scent might just send me into a rut.” 

The threat sent shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, he was getting off of your back, the lack of warmth sending shivers down your spine. He grabbed you, manhandling you into a very shameful position - you were on display for anyone to see, with his forearms supporting your thighs and your back to his chest, hanging in the air.

"H-hey, let me dow-ANH~"

He sank you down onto the tip of his thick cock - when had he taken it out? - making your pussy flutter around it already, though it just slipped through the first ring of muscle. Your moan echoed in the forest.

"You like this, little bunny?" he asked, breathless, as he lowered you slowly. "It's called full Nelson, and no one can fuck you like this but me." The last word was punctuated by a thrust upwards, making you take all of him, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb harshly. “Isn’t that right, bunny?”

Your head fell forward as pleasure shook you to the core, each snap of his hips up into you making you burn for more, more, more! 

And then you saw it - the picture of his cock slipping into you as the pace picked up in speed and roughness, a small bulge appearing in your stomach. The sight would have made you sick had you been in your right mind, but the heat spreading through you only made you whine and clench around him tightly. 

“You - ugh - feel so good~” Tengen groaned, using you like a fleshlight, like a toy just for him to use. "Bet - fuck - bet I can make you full - full of my pups with the first - hah - load I give you-"

His words damn near scrambled your heat-addled brain. "Yes, yes, yes!" Each slam of his hips, each time he bottomed out in your pussy, kissing your cervix with his tip, a wave of ecstasy tangled a tightening cord in your belly more and more, your walls snug against his length.

“You’re so easy to please, aren't you, bunny?” he mocked you, yet his breathless gasps into your ears told you how much he was enjoying this too. "Do you want my knot, huh? Do you deserve it?" His voice gained a rough quality, as if he was holding himself back by a thread.

You whined when he slowed down slightly, the lewd wet sounds of your pussy taking him so loud in the quiet forest. "Yes, please! I want it! I need it! Please, please- pleasepleaseplease!" 

Tengen chuckled, "Now that's what I wanted to hear. You beg for it like a good little slut, don't you? You wanted to be bred and knotted by me from the start, didn't you?" 

He sped up again, fucking every thought out of your brain, your ears flopping up and down with his movements as you went nearly boneless in his arms. 

"Well, let me give you what you need then-" he cussed, one of his hands reaching for your clit to circle at it, hurling you towards your orgasm quicker than you thought possible. "- my mate," he growled out.

Pleasure burst from your belly outwards, blinding you and making your ears ring as they stood at attention for but a moment, before sharp teeth sunk into one of them, the pain only heightening your ecstasy.

Something thick popped inside your pussy, locking inside and plugging you up before warmth spread there, searing hot cum flooding you as Tengen howled, your ear still in his teeth.

You trembled in his arms, pussy still milking him, muscles doing their best to assure you were filled with every last drop of him. He let go of your ear and licked at the puncture, the tang of blood - his mate's blood - delicious on his tongue.

"Mine, aren't you? My prey… my own… my mate…" Tengen kissed the crown of your head tenderly, as if he hadn't fucked your soul out of your body. “Let’s get you home, my love.”

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