⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANNONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

is the sun bothering you my king

Draco malfoy x Curvy! Reader

⚠️: Draco himself is one ngl, Virgin reader, Insecurities over being curvy, thigh fucking, no protection.

Summary: Months after a fight between him and you, and he mentioned you being too big for him (he didn't mean it, he just couldn't shut his damn mouth), he finally breaks down and....begs?

"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" You snipped, walking down the street in a skirt and a tshirt. "I want to talk about what the fuck is on your thighs. Why are you taping yourself, L/N."

"What I do to my body isn't none of your business." You scoffed, grunting when he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the brick wall behind you. "Please, just...why?" He looked...worried? "What? Don't remember what you said yourself, how I'm too big for you?"

Your words make him grimace slightly, he remembered alright and he's hated every damn day and second after it. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained. "I shouldn't have said that. You're not fat or too big for anything, Darlin'. You're curvy, yeah but that's a good thing. You're soft." He reached up, his hands hovering over your curves, barely holding back from actually touching you. His eyes were dark, his expression intense as he looked at you, as if he was trying to get you to understand something. "Don't you see, Darlin'? You're...you're soft. You've got warmth, you're so comfortable and...you're not a goddamn stick. You feel so good under my hands, Darlin'. I want to hold you, touch you, feel you—"

You cut him off with a scoff, not wanting to belive him, "All because you're lonely and want someone to make your world a little less dull. I'm not a whore, Malfoy. I'm not just some pretty face I'm sorry that you think you can just get whatever you want, but that's not how that works for me." You choked out, backing up "Besides, skinny rich boys like you don't like curves, I doubt you could even pick me up."

His eyes darkened, anger flashing across his face. He stepped forward, closing the distance you'd just tried to create between you by squirming away. "Don't tell me what I like, Darlin'. You don't get to decide that." His hands moved to your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh above your hipbones. His hands gripped you hard, holding you in place. "I decide what I like. You think I don't want to touch these curves? These hips? Your thighs, Darlin'? You have no idea how I look at you when you walk by, how many times I caught myself watching your thighs jiggling in those jeans or leggings. So don't tell me I don't like curves. You don't know a damn thing about me, Darlin'."

He let out a frustrated huff, his body tense, as if he were fighting some internal battle. "I don't want someone who fits neatly in my arms, who I can just throw around. I want someone who can...who can break me." He looked back into your eyes, his expression almost...vulnerable, as if he'd exposed some part of himself he hadn't meant to. "Break you?" You whispered, looking up at him, confusion in those pretty eyes. "Mmm." He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear.

"Break me, Darlin'. Make me lose control, drive me wild, take me apart until I'm nothing but a mess at your mercy. Ruin me, Darlin', until there's no coming back."

His breath was hot against your ear, his body pressed firmly against yours. His words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat of his body making you suddenly aware of all the places your bodies touched; your thighs, your hips, your chests, your faces. He was everywhere, surrounding you, overwhelming you. And his words...the way he asked you to break him, to make him lose control...it was like he was asking you to own him. To own his body, his pleasure, his very being. His touch was driving you insane, every brush of his fingers against your skin setting your body alight. You could feel his hardness against your hip, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. It was as if he was claiming your body right here, in the middle of the night, where anyone could see.

His other hand was at your hip, his fingers curled into the soft flesh above your hip bone as he held you in place. He pushed his knee between your legs, widening them, his whole body language possessive, demanding more, wanting more of you. Draco groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips as you rocked against his thigh, the thin material of your panties doing nothing to hide how much your body ached and ached for more.

"You're already wet, Darlin'," He murmured, his voice low. "Is that for me, Darlin? Is all this...for me?" You nodded, whimpering lightly as you kept moving your hips. His lips were back on your neck, his teeth now nipping sharply at the flesh of your shoulder. "I should just do it right here, Darlin'. I should just throw away all my inhibitions and take you against this wall, let everyone hear how you're mine."

Your thighs were shaking from all the grinding you were going, your clit was swollen and needy, you hadn't been able to formulate words to tell him you're a virgin, not even near as experienced as he was. His fingers dipped beneath the seam of your panties, his touch teasingly light as he brushed against you, running his fingers through the slick wetness that'd gathered at your core. He could feel you shuddering against him, your body trembling and desperate, as he murmured in your ear, his voice still low and rough.

"If they see us, they'll see your body pressed against me. They'll know it's me who made you like this. They'll know you're mine, Darlin', and no one can have you but me."

For some reason, you remember a little scene from a boo you've read, and he might like it. You reach unsteady hands to his pants button and fly, pulling his pearly cock out, it's tip was a bright pink and leaking. His soft groan made you a tad bolder so you pushed his pretty cock between your plush thighs, halfway in your underwear,

"Fuck my thighs...please?" You mumbled, looking up at him and Draco groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers indenting the skin as he tried to regain his composure, his body shuddering as he fought to maintain control. "Yeah, Darlin'. Fuck, whatever you want." He whined as his hips rolled, the slick leaking from your cunt covering his cock as it moved, making your thighs get wet too.

Both of you were making soft noises as he fucked your soft, thick thighs. He was spilling soft praises, a mix of "So pretty." "All mine" "My pretty Girl". You honestly didn't know what to say back besides moans and whimpers; his cock was consistently rubbing your clit. The way he was trembling had the words coming out your mouth before you thought, "Gonne come for me, sweet boy?"

Which earned you a jagged thrust and a whimper. He groaned, his body trembling as he nodded, his hands moving to your hips as he tried to keep himself together, his body grinding against you. "Yes, Darlin'. Yes, Darlin', I'm gonna-" he whispered into your neck that was already coated in soft red marks from his bites.

You felt him adjust and slide only his tip into your soaked cunt, hot come spilled from him, going in and then dripping out to my thighs, panties amd well...the concrete below. By the look in his face....he's never done raw sex before...This mightbe been your first sexual experience with someone else, but this was probably the first time he's done raw. Holy shit.

He let out a shaky breath, his body still trembling, the reality of what just happened settling in. He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, trying to regain his composure. "Ive never....not without protection.." He couldn't seem to form the words, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours, the silver in them more than a little lust-hazed. "It's okay, sweets." You mumbled, "You've done it...without protection before?" He asked, his voice soft, a hint of something like disbelief in his tone.

You flushed and couldn't look at him while admitting it, "Well uh...no..I've never...at all actually.... I just read a lot of books."

With that admission, he was picking you up over his shoulder, easily proving a twig like him could carry you. "Tonight is gonna be the best night of your damn life, and it'll be both of our lasts. Cause you're it for me."

When you do write, what do you write? I saw requests are open so was wondering. Thanks!

Just about all things besides abuse, too much detailed gore, CP, stuff like that

I can do fanfics, Character HCs, Smut, Omegaverse, and so on. Honestly, I haven't read something I wouldn't write about

Hope this helps!

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

Love you guys! ♡♡♡

WolfAlpha! Simon is pissy that he has to keep an eye over you for the summer while your parents are gone, but he doesn't complain verbally, at least.

BunnyOmegaM!User that hasn't had their first heat yet, just assumes the doctors are right and their a beta. Nothing could go wrong with a male alpha and beta...right?

WolfAlpha! Simon that spent weeks just ignoring your presence for absolutely no reason stops one night by your door, smelling a deep rich and sweet scent. Oh hell no, he wasn't about to have unplanned pregnancies under his roof. So when he opened the door, he definitely was shocked to see you, alone, and fully passed out in baby blue boxers and a tank top. Oh god, was that scent coming from you? You're a beta though..right?

BunnyOmegaM!User that woke up to your boxers being soaked in two places. Your ass and your crotch. First you had assumed, like any rationally person that you just had a really fucked up dream and came all over yourself while asleep. Seems accurate. So you go downstairs to find Simon making breakfast with tired eyes. You went to take a shower, making note thar you felt off as hell. Hot, flushed, and horny. Jesus you needed to get laid. You tried to jerk off in the shower, but even after coming and putting it down the drain you were still hard as a rock.

WolfAlpha! Simon who had pumped his cock till he came in a pair of your dirty boxers while he listened in on your jerking off in the shower was hitting his fucking limit. He hated you. Those stupid ass bunny ears, the baby tail, the big eyes you batted at him. God those big eyes looking at him while you deep throated his cock would be a good picture.

BunnyOmegaM! User waking up at three am to feeling a pressure over him and something hard and thick grinding into his ass. " 'tis alright. Just me, sweet little bunny." Simon's thick accent crawled with desire that made your back arch instinctively. "Whats going on? I feel so hot."

WolfAlpha! Simon let's it click into place that this would be your first heat. "It's your heat, bunny boy. Seems like you're a late bloomer omega. Nothing wrong with it." He reassured and groaned feeling your tail twitch against his cock tip that was leaking like God's tears.

BunnyOmegaM! User who was too needy, and frankly would never admit how they found Simon a hot dilf couldn't stop his soft pleas for help and the need to be filled. You sobbed as he did just that, bullying your pretty small ass with his cock that you could swear was making a stomach bulge.

WolfAlpha! Simon who was grunting and moaning praises about how tight and how good you felt around his cock for being just a dumb bunny in a wolf's den.

WolfAlpha! Simon watching as his knot started to swell and hit your asshole, watching as you whithered and begged for it without shame. He wasn't going too, knowing a knot could potentially mean pregnancy till you said the words

"Please daddy. Knot me. Breed me."

Who was he to deny a pretty rabbit boy that just wanted to get fucked? So he did. After a few thrusts he slammed his knot into you. Knowing he mightve ripped your hole a little but the ecstasy of feeling you take every drop of his come into your boy cunt pushed it away from his mind.

BunnyOmegaM! User crying and sobbing from the pain, but too fucked out to ask to stop or a break cause heats never cared for pain. Just breeding. Just pups.

BunnyOmegaM! User shuffling into Simon's office one day two months later to show him a pregnancy test that had a very bright positive on it. Don't be surprised when he fucks you again just so he has the ability to call you a good bunny and how you'll be such a good dad to his pups.

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

my two moods for a day

Subby Alpha x Dom Femboy Omega ♡♡

A submissive alpha and their dominant femboy omega partner = best duo.

The soft begging whimpers of the alpha wanting to knot their omegas ass, the omega panting at feeling the knot hithos entrance; "not yet puppy, you haven't earned it yet" being the only thing said between the two.

There'd definitely be days that he alpha didn't listen and made their omega take it, especially if the alpha was being given head.

The omega would definitely have the alpha in a mating bondage press, so the alpha has no say whether or not he takes his partners knot cause their tied together.

Ruts would definitely be a furniture breaker, thankfully the alpha doesn't mind getting more.

Seth clearwater x Male!Vampire! Reader

Summary: Seth forgot yalls two year anniversary due to the hustle of Emily, Sam's wife, the birth of the twins. But thankfully he knows just how to make you melt for him 💕🥀

You weren't having a good day, whatsoever. Seth and your anniversary was two nights ago, yet he completely forgot. Sure, Emily went into labor that day, but you didn't even get a text! Besides that, as usual in Forks, it was raining, ew. Your job was hell, too many customers, and being understaffed wasn't for the weak. Sam was also refusing you from seeing the twins, but it was completely understandable. Fresh babies, Emily was still bleeding from labor, and well, you're a vampire.

You pulled into the driveway of Seth and your small cabin in the Rez, soft browns and dark greens greeted you along with the scent of dog and rain. Seth's old beat up red truck was in the garage, but there was no clue if he was home. You slid off your shoes by the other sets in the kitchen, slowly making your way to the bedroom, first you weren't paying any sort of attention till you heard his nervous heart beat. Turning you were greeted with a Seth that was only in a pair of boxers, your favorite ones matteroffactly, and on your nightstand was a small basket of things you could use.

"I know I forgot our anniversary, but-." He cut himself off with a huff when you walked away towards the bathroom. "Dammit baby. I'm sorry!" He groaned as he heard the door close. He'd have to try harder than that, wouldn't he?

When you got back into the room, there was a fresh cup of warm blood and a few treats you knew he put the blood pills in so you wouldn't get sick from the human food part. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your delicate hips, "Let me make it up to you. How can i?"

You leaned back into him, before smirking, "Baby me." And he paused, "I do that anyways." He kissed at your neck, "No, no. Like give me princess treatment."

He huffed a small laugh at your words, "Yeah? That's what you want? Fine."

He sat you on the bed, grabbing your Noir body cream that Leah had gifted you religiously the last three years for Christmas. Seth and you had only dated for two, but you were a lot closer to the pack than the Cullens were, surprisingly. Mostly cause you actually had a human sense of humor and could take Paul's moodswings like it was nothing.

He went to work, babying you as you had called it. Rubbing your legs, thighs, and then your hips. His lips grazed your skin as he worked his way up. You'd sigh here and there cause even though you didn't feel much, your work would somehow manage to wear you out. "Work was terrible, wasn't it?" He asked between soft kisses at your thighs, you grunted a soft yes, leaning back into bed as he made it to your sides.

You let out a breathless sigh as his tounge traced your v-lines, he smirks before biting at the sensitive skin under your naval. "Seth, don't tease." You grunted, and since he was working to get back in your good graces, he stopped before making you turn over to lay on your stomach. You whined in soft pain as he massaged the back of your thighs, those were always the worst! As he made his way to your back, you could feel him settle right behind the curve of your ass. You grabbed a pillow to rest your head on, feeling his hard erection press into your ass every so often. It was an amazement as to what could get him hard, which was almost anything as long as it was you. Guessing that since you were butt ass naked in bed, his big hands massaging at you, it couldn't be helped that he was turned on.

Even after he had finished massaging you, he kept his groin pressed right into your ass, hand dipping under your left hip to try and find your own cock. "Need ya so bad, prince." He mumbled, nibbling at your shoulder. Prince, the nickname he'd give you only when he wanted to get his way, sneaky bastard.

You arched lightly and sighed as his warm, smooth hand wrapped around your hard cock. His thumb grazes your tip, and he let out a soft whine as he felt the precum leaking. Afterward, it didn't need words. You and Seth knew each other like worn-out books. He had you on your side, a leg hooked at his hip, back ti his chest as he fucked into you. One hand at your hip, the other at your throat. Sure, you didn't breathe, but the kink was hot enough. Besides, he could easily snap your neck if he wanted. Your own length wasn't neglected, no you had your delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He was already ass drunk, as he usually got. Letting out soft growls on how you're his mate and how good it feels to be inside you. You loved Seth, dearly, but damn his cock was perfect. Not overly big, a good 5 1/2 inches with just enough girth to stretch you out. You could remember the first time yall had sex, he was so embarrassed cause you had at least two inches more. But you snapped that shit in the bud quickly, you didn't need that stereotypical "Bigger guys are better" bullshit. You had your mate and that was that.

" 'M gonna come." You mumbled as your ass tightened around him, his thrusts had been sloppy the last five minutes. His own release was impending. "God, yes. Do it, baby." He panted before asking softly, "Bite me?"

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it stupid to put yourselves in this predicament? Also yes, but Sethy loved to feel your fang sink into him without taking his blood, and you had learned to not have your venom release so it was easier. You grabbed his arm, kissing at the place you'd bite, grazing your fangs before sinking them into him. He whimpered in relief and slammed into you a few times before you felt his hot release fill you up. You pulled your mouth away, kissing the bite and the small blood dots as his other hand pumped your cock till it spilled itself all over the bed.

The both of you cleaned up before calling it a night. The rain was still going, and you cradled your sweet wolf boy while he slept. Oh what you'd do to never let this change.