i saw ur that ur request were open and i just need you to hear me out on multipaul 🫣 that man is to dam fine for there to be literally nothing of him 💔 if you write a paul fic MY LIFE IS YOURS 🧎♀️➡️🙏
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summary you decide to give your beloved convict boyfriend, paul cha, a little gift <3.
tags canon-divergence | pre-established relationships | ooc characters | paul literally jerks off to pictures of you | mentions of him being an assassin | masturbation | chubby coded reader | etc
authors notes i was so nervous writing this imagine cause i realized i have like, zero input on how paul would act in a relationship 😭 so im sorry if i didn’t do his character justice but i really appreciate you requesting for him, it gives me much needed practice 🫶🏾. as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes
Imagine sneaking polaroids to MultiPaul in prison. You don’t know what had driven you to this; whether your mind was clouded with the thought of missing him, or simple human horniness— you had no idea. The only idea that struck you was taking scandalous images with your camera, printing them, and getting them to your lovely, convict boyfriend.
Through the entire prison visit you were practically beaming with excitement, something the man picked up on easy. He was a killer for god’s sake, human nature was something he had to know. Plus, Paul was your boyfriend after all.
So the moment a simple what’s got you so excited? climbed from his lips, you burst out into a little giggle, reaching over the table for his hand— which Paul accepted with zero issues.
“Nothing.. just, so happy to see you.” Despite your words, your hand was busy, pushing something small right into his palm.
Paul was quick yet discreet in accepting it, squeezing your hand for extra measure before slyly pulling his hand away and under the table, tucking the mystery gift right into his pocket.
Now it was his turn to be excited, pretty features pulled into a smile as he tilted his head at you.
“From the way you look, I’m assuming I’m really going to enjoy this gift?”
Your smile was worsening at this point, practically leaning over the table as a sweet; “Oh, you’re going to love it..” escaped you.
You weren’t lying. While Paul was expecting maybe a key or some sort of cliche file to help take his collar off, he certainly wasn’t complaining the moment he tore the film off of his little gift.
There you were, in all your glory, images of yourself in some type of lingerie, position, or even completely bare— that left him salivating. It was no secret Paul missed you, the visits the only solace to the distance between you.
At times it seemed it wasn’t enough, given the amount of restrictions placed on the two of you. No excessive touching, you had to stay across the table, extra bullshit Paul wasn’t in the least impressed with, yet was stuck complying to.
But you, his sweet girlfriend, just knew when to push boundaries. And he was eating up every second of it.
The laminated film shined against the light of his cell, highlighting every perfect curve of your body. Paul’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, thumb sliding across the smooth surface as a soft hiss slipped from him.
Fuck, did he miss you. Every single inch. He missed coming back to you after a particularly hard mission, spotting your waiting body under the blankets to which he would climb under, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you in. You would always cuddle close, hand carrying up and down his body, assuring he sustained no major injuries. Sometimes, your gentle touches would illicit something deep inside his stomach— the man using the little bit of energy he had left to show you how excited he was to be back home.
But now, Paul was stuck in this damned cell, paying for his crimes with only fleeting images of you to keep him company. A sad case indeed, but he knew to make due.
Plus, Paul didn’t particularly plan to stay cooped up so long.
For now however, he would satiate himself with what you provided. Paul backed up until his knees hit his bed, sitting down and turning to press his back against the wall. Flipping through the polaroids, the man felt that familiar ache right between his legs. His hips shifted uncomfortably for a moment, blindly reaching for the zipper of his orange jumper. Revealing his white undershirt, and plain black boxes— the man hissed softly the moment his palm dragged across his growing bulge.
Blindly his fingers swept through the waistband of his underwear, curling around his length whilst his freehand flipped to the next photo. The light of your camera shined against your skin, the man wondering if you’d used some type of glittery lotion the way you just seemed to sparkle. A pretty purple set of lacey lingerie cupped your body perfectly, accentuating your breasts and the curve of your ass— and it certainly didn’t help the way your body arched; showing off every inch of your body.
Slowly, Paul’s palm dragged against his dick, teeth tucked tight against his bottom lip, quieting down his soft grunts. His mind was running wild, thoughts of you consuming him entirely. Replays of your past nights together, the man trying to perfectly remember every twitch and every moan you emitted.
He flinched the moment he made contact with his sensitive tip, hips rising right up into his hand. Precum was trickling from his slit, creating a mess he would concern himself with later— for now, the man was focusing on the next polaroid of you.
The picture featured you straddled a pillow, pretty thighs squeezing the plush item whilst covered in black sheer stockings. Hung up by gaterbelts that dug into your plump flesh, attached to the prettiest black underwear that rested high on your hips. Except this one was different then the other, given the undergarment was entirely crotch less; and the moment that realization hit, Paul was knocking his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tight.
“Fucking tease..” The man muttered to himself, eyebrows pushing close as he continued to fuck his hand. As the pleasure grew, he felt his legs widening, even pushing his boxers down further as his actions grew more vigorous. Paul could just imagine it, fingers playing with the lace and with your exposed pussy; fingers sliding across your wetness before dipping in, rubbing against your walls so perfectly you would cry out his name like some sort of prayer.
Paul’s stomach was clenching as time passed, lips parted as soft breaths escaped. His hand formed into a tight, wet fist, hips rising up into it as glossy eyes took in your last final polaroid.
You were completely bare, legs spread, arms opened— completely exposed to the watchful eye of your camera and Paul himself. He couldn’t help but focus between your thighs, wondering if you played with yourself during this process. The man could just guess how excited you were getting the entire time, pretty lips pouted as sweet moans escaped every time you rubbed at your little button.
Maybe you even played with your breasts; pulling and squeezing your nipples until they peaked, that thought alone caused him to twitch, hand falling to his side as the images laid out amongst his bed.
Paul dragged his hand up and down his length urgently, bated breaths and quick swears falling from his lips before he clenched, making a complete mess of his lower half.
Slowly, his hand slid down to his waist, slumping against the wall entirely as soft pants escaped him. His eyes closed, attempting to regain his breath after that little event.
Soon enough Paul’s eyes were opening, peeking at the pictures amongst his blankets, the corner of his mouth twitching into a little smile.
Which slowly fell the moment he glanced down at his legs, releasing the loudest sigh ever.
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There aren't enough x reader stories with multi-paul (no yandere that I can find).
Imagine if he fell for and had a relationship with a fellow assassin. In my mind, yn doesn't have super powers, unless you count being a great observer. Yn does have limits when it comes to her kills, for example, children are a major fuck no. Yn is good with clothing and disguising themselves. Yn had a childhood similar to paul, but no siblings and raised to be an assassin. Yn asks paul questions to better understand him like with his power. If they have biological children, yn would do whatever it for their kids to have a better childhood and not be raised like weapons and no matter how much stress she feels, especially when those children have paul's power, they'd always be there for them (which would probably make paul love yn more).
Multi-paul definitely has yandere vibes in my opinion, especially when he feels understood by his Darling and seen as a living being with feelings. He hates when yn uses their looks to help with the job and would do what he can to stop that, maybe even get yn to leave the assassin work force.
Hey I was wondering if you do other characters. If you do could you do a multi paul? 👉👈With I clingy and needy reader? I have searched high and low andi have not found one for him yet!! That's all thank you.
THATS INSANE I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE FICS OF HIM. He's cute!! Also, there is so much potential, bf who can multiply himself? Wrapped up in shady business?! Chefs kiss. Hope you like this! Short but I wanted to try out sth small in hopes of not making him ooc, as always lmk what you think
There were times when Paul couldn't use his phone to reach you, when the Order specifically asked him to maintain 'radio silence', during that time you'd be bombarded with letters that were pages long relaying why he couldn't talk to you and what's been happening (or at least whatever he's allowed to tell you.)
You reread them constantly, like you could hear him and his stupid leisurely tone in the words, your home was never quiet when he was around— Paul wasn't against using his power to mess with you or help you out, but whenever he was gone, it would be so quiet it's impossible to ignore it.
As you slipped the letter you just reread back in its original envelope, you slipped it aside in a secure folder. Another day, and the quiet persisted. At least you expected some package today, you barely remembered what it was, but you were sure it was an impulsive 3 am purchase.
You heard your front door, a knock resounding. Getting up, you patted down your casual clothes and opened the door, preparing to sign and accept.
"Special delivery." You gasped at just how much this delivery guy looked like your boyfriend, only to realize he was your boyfriend! Your body moved before your mind could function, hugging him tightly. "You're here!! You're actually here..!!"
Paul laughed, the package in one hand and his arm around your body. "I'm here, baby. I missed you." He let the package drop aside, using both his arms to hug you closely, nose burying in your skin with a smile. "You missed me?"
"So much! I have so many questions— when..?" He laughed, smug. "I have ways of convincing people, I'll tell you everything if you let me in?"
You didn't need to be asked twice.
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"-and they let me come home early." He smiled down at you, watching you cling to him as he sat back on your couch. "It was hell, but they paired me with this meathead murderer and he sorta did all the work for me."
You groaned, hiding your face in his chest. "Don't give me gross details, I finally have you home and you're being gross." Paul grinned down at you, cupping your cheek to make you look up at him your cheeks were flushed, warm to the touch and your lips in a small pout.
"I can be gross in another way if you want." He subtly offered, leaning closer to you. "There he is." You smiled, mirroring his movement to meet him in the middle.
It was a soft kiss at first, then a slightly deeper one, his fingers gently held your chin as he parted his lips to taste more of you. As rough as he was, he was usually gentle with you even when you wanted him to be rougher, insisting you could handle it. You compliantly parted your lips as you felt his tongue prod against you, letting out a grateful groan as he sat up, looming over you as his mouth slotted against yours.
His hands pulled you closer as yours desperately latched onto his shirt, his tongue flooding your mouth, moaning drowned out by his own groaning, you parted to breathe. "I missed you so much." He almost hissed, frustrated with how riled up you could get him from a few kisses.
Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in once more to kiss you, his hands briefly disappearing before another pair snaked in from behind you, feeling a familiar build press against you, the sneaky bastard multiplied himself when your guard was down...
His copy groped and felt your body from behind you as he kissed your neck, the same way your boyfriend would. You whimpered as the Paul infront of you trailed his hand down to your waistband, tugging the material before letting it snap back to your skin, the two chuckling.
"You're so cute.." his voice overlapped with his copy's, creating an echo effect as one spoke infront of you and the other behind you. "God, and your noises..."
His hand held your jaw gently, making you look up at him as he licked his lips, his copy settling his chin on your shoulder. "How about I make a few more copies, hmm? Think you can handle that?"
Hi! Hope you're doing well. I love Multi-Paul getting the appreciation he deserves, and you know how to do it!
Could I please request a Paul x reader drabble/one-shot with the kinda convos they'd have during missions (or whatever it is he does 😭) just to pass the time?
Like the reader asking him a wildly stupid 'would you rather' question or something like that just to talk, and after being weirded out, he actually goes along with it.
Glad to see people like the way I write him! I was honestly super anxious when I wrote my first request（´∇｀''）
Reader's gender isn't mentioned, and neither is the fact if they have powers or not! This is just short one shots and scenarios ^ᗜ^
Word count - 828
CW: swear words
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"Would you rather"
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In Paul's mind, you were just another annoyingly uptight coworker. Not that he often judged a book by its cover, but you? How could he not.
The two of you were assigned on a mission to assassinate some moron in dept, something about 'Betraying the Order' or whatever Mr. Liu said.
The mission started off like any other. Mr. Liu introduced you to Paul, saying you were going to accompany him on the assassination, and he sent you two on your merry way. Paul figured the mission would pass smoothly... That is if the fucker ever decided to leave his house. You were specifically told not to ambush the victim in his own home; the reason wasn't stated; you were just told not to kill the guy within his home.
Paul expected the two to be consumed in silence, that's what he preferred anyway. But he was instead met with words he never expected to leave your mouth, of all people.
"... Would you rather have to be naked at work for an hour or be dropped off two miles from your house whilst you're naked and you have to try and get home?"
Paul paused, letting your words slowly process in his mind before turning to face you, brows knitted together in shocked confusion and mouth parted open like a fish out of water, trying to formulate a coherent thought to your absolute absurdity.
"... Excuse me?" He was utterly baffled, arms resting on his squatting thighs as he waited for an explanation, praying he somehow managed to hear you wrong.
"Would you rather have to be naked at work for an hour or be dropped off two miles from your house whilst you're naked and you have to try and get home?" You repeated once more, staring at him innocently like it was the most normal question in the world.
"I... Wha- are you on something?" I mean, it was the most logical answer, right? No one in their right mind would ask something as stupid as that. Especially not on a mission to assassinate a person of all things.
"No," You shook your head, straightening up your posture and shifting to get more comfortable. "It's a would you rather question... Y'know, to pass the time?" It took Paul a little while longer to process, but he reluctantly answered (despite his mind yelling at him to focus on the mission at hand instead of indulging in whatever thoughts were circling through that seemingly empty head of yours apparently).
"I... I guess I'd rather be dropped off naked two miles from my house."
"But what if it's daytime and they drop you off in a crowded area where children and the elderly are around? Wouldn't you rather be naked with people you at least somewhat know rather than people you don't know."
"Wh- you're the one that asked me for my opinion!"
"But you have to think logically!"
"It isn't real!"
"But what if it was?!"
And that's where everything seemed to spiral. The two of you took the question way too seriously, adding on 'what if's as if what you were talking about was going to happen to you tomorrow.
'Would you rather be stuck in a phone box with ten snakes or ten tarantulas?'
'Would you rather be funny but really stupid or boring but really smart?'
'Would you rather not be able to taste or not be able to see colors?'
Those were just some of the would you rather questions, all of them leaving your mouth of course, bless your blabbermouth, and Paul... he slowly found himself actually enjoying those stupid questions.
He'd pause, think, debate, argue; it seemed that with every answer he gave you'd have an argument as to why the other option was better, and he found himself throwing equally good scenarios and arguments back to you just to prove his point.
He enjoyed these 'would you rather' questions so much in fact that when he turned back to look at the targets home, his face dropped as he saw said target entering their home with two arms worth of grocery bags.
The two of you were consumed in silence once more, staring at the locked front door from your hiding spot, debating whether it was worth it to stay out potentially for weeks to wait on when the target would leave their house again to restock or report back to Mr. Liu and get a punishment worse than waiting out for weeks to see when your target would leave again.
You decided the prior was more logical. Mr. Liu could wait; you'll just say that the target took more time to leave their house... Right?
And there it was again, that uncomfortable silence that was now even more tense since you were filled with fear of Mr. Liu's wrath and annoyance at one another for not paying attention to your target.
Hey girly I wanted to cash in my multi paul request! 😋 Can we see a headcannon of him being jealous and overprotective? I know basic but I think it would be a cute one especially if we are already married to him.
Hello! So glad to see Multi-Paul requests being sent my way, sorry if this took a while to write, my internet is really slow, and I only saw the request the day after you sent it (╥﹏╥)
A shorter fic to start thing off... also the site kept crashing because of my internet so I had to keep it short.
Word count - 813
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"I'm not jealous...."
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Paul Cha wasn't the type of man to get overly jealous... or at least he hid it very well. He trusts you; he really does... he just doesn't trust the people around you.
The two of you had been dating for quite some time now, at least enough time for you to finally notice his little ticks and annoyances whenever you even spoke to someone remotely attractive.
It caught you off guard at first, it was just a kind man around your age asking for directions since he wasn't from here. As you were explaining to the poor man where the nearest (and best) cafe was located at, you couldn't help but notice Paul's jaw tighten; it wasn't anything huge, but you just barely managed to catch it. Maybe he was just flexing his jaw because it was sore? That was your first thought. But the more it happened, the clearer it was to you.
Saying thank you to the waiter handing you your food, your gaze coincidentally lingering on the man's glowing cheekbones? Paul's lips would tighten. A slightly older man offering you a homemade cupcake for a taste test, your hand somewhat lingering on his until you got a firm grasp of the sweet treat? Paul's fists would clench. It was the little things, but you couldn't help but be at least a little amused.
"Everything alright, babe?" You innocently asked, looking up at Paul as his hand on your waist got a bit tighter when the man (who had previously handed you the ten bucks that slipped from your back pocket) hurriedly ran down the street.
"Yes, I'm fine, baby." He murmured, pressing a slightly firmer kiss to your cheek as you two continued down your path.
"... It isn't because of that guy handing me my ten bucks back, right?" His grip loosened, trying to go back to his usual calm charm to fully convince you to what you knew wasn't the case.
"I said I'm fine." He called your name, a small, actually genuine looking smile appearing on his face as he kissed your forehead for extra confirmation.
"... You sure you aren't jealous." You couldn't contain the growing smirk as his face finally fell and he huffed in annoyance. Finally! He wasn't immediately denying it! "It's fine if you are, really."
"I'm not jealous, baby." He grumbled, his hand moving to your hip with a firm squeeze as you two continued walking to your favorite restaurant for a date you've been planning for weeks prior.
"You sure you're not?" You didn't want to push his buttons, but the way his jaw tightened? The slight twitch in his brow as he recalled the interaction between you and the innocent guy? It did make your heart flutter a bit, the fact you've barely seen his annoyance expressed unless it was something major only added to your guilty excitement.
"He was obviously flirting with you." And there it was. You couldn't help but quietly giggle at his statement, hand going up to cover your mouth as if it would help your situation.
"Baby, he just handed me the ten bucks I dropped." You pointed out, and Paul only rolled his eyes as if you were trying to convince him that the sky was red.
"Then why didn't he take the ten bucks for himself? You wouldn't have missed those ten dollars; I am the one paying! Does he think I'm too poor to handle you?" The way he ranted on and on only made you more baffled by the second. Okay, you figured he was jealous from the little ticks and twitches. But this? This was a whole other level.
"He was just being nice."
"What does he have to be nice about? It's just ten dollars!"
"Paul-"
"Seriously! If I was him and I saw ten bucks fly out of your back pocket. The back pocket?! So, he was obviously staring at your ass-"
The only way to shut him up at this point was a firm peck on the lips.
He stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes before returning to that cool and collected expression he always carried.
"Paul, baby. You're overthinking it." You sighed, giving his arm light caresses as you softly looked up at him. "Besides, I only have eyes for you."
That seemed to calm him down. His grip loosened, a small breath leaving his nose as he relaxed and let those jealous thought fade away momentarily.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured into your hair, pressing a light kiss to the spot to further solidify his genuine apology.
"It's alright. Let's just head to dinner, yeah? I'm starving." He chuckled at your words, nodding along before continuing your calm walk towards the restaurant.
Paul was a patient man, but when you're in the spitfire that is the typical man's gaze? He can't help but be jealous.
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