#paul atreides x male reader

[meltedheartz]

thinking about how weird yandere!paul atreides would be ..

he's such a freak. an absolute weirdo around you, all lingering eyes and adoring smiles flashed your way.

paul knows you think he's a little off. a little too touchy with you, following you around like a lost puppy... you don't get it. he doesn't think you would, but he also doesn't quite care.

it's in the way he stares at you, albeit from a distance. the way he smiles. how he speaks to you. how he acts. all of it is a little unsettling, in plenty of ways.

after all, you're a boy... in the eyes of other people of course.

in your defense, you never bothered to reveal you aren't biologically a guy. no one asked! no one cared! no one thought about it! you passed so naturally, it was better to just blend.

you're rugged in all sorts of ways.

when you were nothing but a child, you'd climb atop of things you shouldn't have, you'd fight the other boys with fists and teeth, not hesitating to wield a sword or gun and join battle.

certainly, your parents fully believed you were the outcast of the family. the black sheep, the freak, the one they'd stash under the stairs to hide you from the world.

it got real bad when you cut your hair and would wrap fabric around your chest just to make sure you looked more masculine in the eyes of many. surely, you were crazy? you had to have been. going out in public like that — when you're supposed to be their precious daughter, their darling baby they'd dress in ribbons and bows, all sorts of jewelry.

you weren't really interested in those things... you like fighting. you like who you are. it's so much more comfortable, you feel so much safer.

until paul atreides comes around.

when you two first met, it was cordial. he kept a distance, despite being stony faced, he'd smiled at you and offered his name, asking for yours.

the two of you shake hands, professional and solely there for business. until you're sent to arrakis, and, well, it goes sideways.

he starts following you like a stray on the street... so eager to be near you, to feel the warmth of your scarred, rough hands; to stare at you and admire all the gashes and beatings you've received from your battles.

and it's just.. ugh. you hate it. you feel like you're being stalked everywhere you go, asking him dumb questions like, "shouldn't you be with chani??" "you don't have anything to be tending too, at the moment...?" "ah, are you sure you want to watch me spar and train? surely you have elsewhere to be." it irks him, just a little bit. ever since paul had locked eyes with you, his visions changed.

would he ever say what he saw? mm, maybe not. wouldn't want to scare you off!

but until he does make those visions a reality, he'll watch you from a distance. evaluate just why he sees children that look like the perfect mix of you and himself, why he sees so many different variations of wedding rings, why he sees you sleeping beside him in bed as he dreams.

just... until then. paul swears he'll make it a reality.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

paul atreides the type of guy to not think he needs to be taken care of but once you do he's putty in your hands, begging to be loved and held

[animesmolbean]

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The lack of Paul Atreides work is diabolical.

[yandere-wishes]

Yandere! Paul atreides x princess! Reader claiming us.... But literally claiming... Like... Kidnapping....

I'm going crazy.

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Thinking about Emperor Paul Atreides sitting all high and mighty atop his galactic throne. With big scary Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen hovering behind him ready to kill on command. Now imagine poor little darling tide up at the foot of the throne. Captured and dethroned, a pretty prize for the two men who killed her father. Her chin ensnared between Paul's cruel fingers, forced to gaze upon her monstrous captures. Your crown lays shattered on the blood-red carpet, your dress ripped and ruined.

Funny how "princess" is just a word now, just a flurry of salt to marinate an open wound.

"Well princess, do you pledge allegiance to your new king?" Paul's words are all for show, he's being playful, trying to lighten a dull mood.

Loyalty or death.

You notice the knife twirling between Feyd's fingers. Gleaming in the fractured light. You gulp, your body quivering from the pressure, your knees dig into the hard floor, shoulders straining from your hands being tied behind your back.

"Y-yes Pau- my king," You notice the dark glint in his faux blue eyes. He releases your chin sharply, leaving a stinging pain in its wake. His ring hovers next to your lips, awaiting the sealing kiss. Your fate flutters between your teeth, round and thick like a transmute pearl. You kiss his ring, letting your lips feel the creases of the bird's wings.

You hear Feyd chuckle from above you, relishing your crestfallen state.

Harknonen beaste.

"My queen" Paul muses, his voice too gleeful for the setting. "My precious little queen, forever by our side."

Oh, who would ever want to be queen?

He owns you

They own you

Forever trapped

[cannibalizedlove]

Timothée Chalamet (characters) x Male reader headcannons

Information and warnings — smutty and fluffy head cannons, head cannons for my favorite timmy characters, kink head cannons, all male x male ideas.

Hal, The King.

- Obsessed with showing you off, you’re his consort, and he makes it known.

- Absolutely possessive and will have anyone who looks at you for too long be beheaded.

- Loves spoiling you, you live in absolute luxury.

- Takes you horse back riding all the time, it’s his favorite activity to do with you.

- Trains you in combat even though he knows you’ll never need it, he’ll always protect you.

- Degrader to the max, he loves letting you know you’re below him.

- Loves when you worship him, definitely more of a receiver than giver.

- Completely vocal, a slew of groans, curses and degrading remarks never stop leaving his mouth.

- Dom for sure, he’s too prideful to be below you, but if you beg enough, maybe he’ll let you inside him.

- Definitely into pet play, you’re his mutt and he makes it known.

- Always adding “my” infront of pet names, degrading or not. Ex: My sweetheart, my pathetic boy, my whore.

- Kinks including; cock worship, breeding, power imbalance, exhibition, humiliation (giving), sadism, impact play, pet play.

Laurie, Little Women.

- He’s always writing you love letters.

- The biggest sweetheart and an even bigger flirt.

- Takes you to see all the newest films, and pays more attention to your reactions than the film itself.

- Your relationship is hidden, due to the time period.

- He treats you like a bestfriend in public, simply for the safety of the both of you, but loves you like a dog behind closed doors.

- Laurie waited until you told him you loved him before he made any sexual advances, he wanted it to be purely making love; not having sex.

- He always will treat you first, you’re his everything, of course he’ll get you off before himself.

- Not the most vocal, but definitely not silent.

- He prefers to let out soft moans and quiet praises rather than being vocal and over the top.

- Obsessed with sucking you off, and more so the faces and noises you make during it.

- He’s a sweet boy, the most intense he gets is probably the occasional slap on the ass when you look too good.

- Kinks include: praise and breeding, otherwise he’s mostly vanilla.

Lee, Bones and All.

- Absolute lover boy, attached to your hip.

- He’s a complete house husband, always cooking you something when you get home.

- If you’re also an eater, he’ll always make sure they’re not a threat anymore before even letting you see the body.

- If you’re not an eater, he’ll make sure to only feed off of people who are a safe option, he never wants you to have to see him hurt.

- He’s always singing country tunes to you in the pick up, and holding your hand as he drives.

- If you’re ever called any slur while you’re out with him, he’ll tell you to run along before feasting on them.

- Lee’s a big crier, anytime you hug him and tell him you love him, the waterworks come out.

- He’s out and proud, he doesn’t care about any homophobia and constantly talks about his boyfriend.

- For a long time he refused to have any kinky sex, he was terrified of hurting you and never wanted to talk down on you; you’re perfect to him and he never wanted you to think any less.

- When you told him that it was okay, and you wanted him to be more aggressive in the bedroom — he gave you that exactly.

- He’s obsessed with making you suck on his fingers, and loves staring down at you while you do.

- Loves giving you handjobs and watching you squirm.

- Lee fucks like a rabbit, fast and hard, and for hours.

- Ties you up and blindfolds you while playing with your cock.

- He was surprised he enjoyed being topped, but still gives you directions while you’re inside of him, top or bottom; he’s definitely the dom.

- Kinks include: Bondage, sensory deprivation, daddy kink (both ways), exhibition, gagging, praise and degration.

Elio, Call Me by Your Name.

- Always taking you to parties, showing you off to everyone.

- Loves dancing with you, and pushes you out on the dance floor before you can say no.

- Annotates books and lends them to you, asking if you liked the parts he highlighted.

- Takes you swimming constantly, always throwing you into the water and laughing when you yell at him.

- Plays songs for you every time you come over, telling you you’re as handsome as the piano’s melody.

- Bikes out to the markets early to bring back gifts as soon as you wake up.

- Flops onto you and holds you tight when he cries, never ashamed to be himself with you.

- When hes angry he’ll throw things in his room, and you always help him fix them.

- Likes when you hold him like a child and read to him, and has fallen asleep many times while sucking on your chest or neck.

- Always sneaking you past Mafalda in the late hours of the night.

- 100% whiney and whimpery, you have to kiss him to swallow his drawn out moans.

- Loves receiving head, and thinks you’re magic the way you work his length.

- A switch but prefers when you take control and use him.

- Obsessed with just going dumb, he wants you to control him, make decisions for him and use him whenever you want.

- Cries often during sex just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, always begging you to hold him through the tears.

- He’s definitely into being your pet, just being a complete boytoy for your use, enjoying being your lap dog.

- Calls you Mister and begs for your attention when he’s needy.

- Kinks include: Orgasm control, pet play, age play, free use, edging, dry humping, spanking.

Paul Atreides, Dune.

- Another absolute lover boy.

- He had dreams about you for months, and when he first saw you his heart skipped a beat.

- He’s completely devoted to you, he thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread and doesn’t dare to give anyone the amount of attention he gives you.

- Paul absolutely yearns for you, he feels like a piece of him is missing when he can’t see his boy.

- He offers to train you, even though he knows you’re much, much better than him.

- During nightmares he wakes up in cold sweats and sobs into your chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

- He always tries to call the largest sandworm to impress you, and offers you a ride every time.

- Paul isn’t a very sexual person, but he enjoys pleasing you whenever you ask him.

- He always goes slow and holds you the whole way through, being as gentle as he can be.

- He has a fantasy about using The Voice on you, but is much too nervous to tell you about it.

- Kinks include: He enjoys calling you mommy sexually or not, (yes even if you’re a man, he’s got serious mommy issues), praise kink, vanilla.

Kyle Scheible, Lady Bird.

- After Lady Bird, Kyle worked on himself and found that he was head over heels for you.

- You were nervous due to his reputation, but decided to give him a chance and hes forever grateful for that.

- He’s still a bit of an asshole, but in an endearing way, you love how passionate he is about things like war and taking down the economy.

- He’s always smoking a hand rolled cigarette and telling you how much he hates buying things, so he’ll always make you gifts instead of purchasing them.

- Always bringing you to his gigs, and cheesily shouting you out in the crowd.

- He writes all his songs about you, you’re his muse.

- At first he was embarrassed dating a guy, especially at catholic school, but he quickly got over it when he realized you were too amazing to pass up over some dumb homophobia.

- He’s obsessed with marking you, you never leave the house without a purple splotch to tell everyone you’re his.

- Loves when you suck him off while he’s smoking, he’ll grab a fist full of hair and let you work while he finishes the cigarette.

- He’s not too out there kinky, but he’s definitely rough.

- He loves manhandling you and turning you into a bitch.

- Definitely has a thing for calling you the F slur.

- Always forces your head down when he finishes, making you take it all.

- Kinks include: rough sex, manhandling, being burned with cigarettes, marking, slur usage.

Gatsby Welles, Rainy Day in New York.

- GOD this man.

- He does everything for you, you’re his muse and he’s obsessed.

- Always gambling to buy you the nicest things.

- As stated in the movie, Gatsby has autism, so it’s a bit difficult for him to express how he feels completely, but he always shows you how much he loves you in any way possible.

- Always talking about things to do in New York, the two of you are never stuck in the house.

- Whenever he reads romance novels, he imagines the two of you as the main characters.

- Sings to you all the time, especially to get you to sleep.

- Total cuddler, he’s laying on you, holding you, latching onto you whenever he can.

- Always refers to you as “my boy”, or “my angel boy”, complete romantic.

- Takes you for walks anytime it’s raining, and always winks when your clothes become soaked and begin to cling to your body.

- You’re his everything, he’ll do anything for you, as soon as you ask for something you have it done.

- Same goes for the bedroom, anytime you bring up an idea or concept, he has it done that night, he loves spicing things up.

- The most gentle lover in the world, he doesn’t like hurting you unless specifically asked for, and even then he’s extremely gentle on the slaps.

- Somehow gets more poetic during sex, hes always finding new ways to sweep you off your feet.

- His biggest fantasy is having you cock warm him while he plays piano, and can’t wait to ask you for it.

- Kinks include: loving you, yearning for you, did I mention loving you.

@mattykay

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: paul atreides x plus sized afab servant!reader

cw: power imbalance, somnophilia (dubcon in my mind as the reader wouldn’t push him away if they woke up but feel free to skip this if you could feel icked out by it), petplay (cheated again and didn’t make it explicit but it’s very petplay coded in a way), size difference (paul’s the skinny bf that would fall over if a gust of wind was strong enough), paul eats reader out, crack treated seriously vibes bc he’s so awkward 💀, ambiguous somno occasion (like how the reader fell asleep), implications of improper use of the voice but it’s weak for this paul era so reader could probably push against it, possible dune lore inaccuracies idk don’t think just vibe

wc: 1k +

block & move on if uncomfortable !!!

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You’re having the same dream again. Paul Atreides, the duke’s son who you are tasked with looking after is the star.

He looms over you as you lie flat on your back, though in your dream you’re never in your servant’s quarters. No, the surrounding walls bear a more striking resemblance to Paul’s bedroom. You’re always groggy in the dream, which is a strange feeling to have when you usually are profoundly awake in your other dreams.

You’ve only been having this one since you arrived on Caladan from a smaller planet with no name that they took ownership of. Paul Atreides had seemed to seek you out like a moth to a flame, making a beeline for you and demanding in front of your mother that his father hire you. Even weirder was the fact that the ships belonging to the Atreides left immediately after you agreed to go with them, as if the trip had only one purpose.

“Shh, mouse, it’s just me. Don’t wake up.” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours and pecking your lips.

You lie there in a daze, eyes wide and mouth agape as Paul reaches for the fastenings of your top. It’s an orange silk number he gifted you, all your clothes are. Your breaths come out in shallow pants, the disbelief that Paul Atreides would be disrobing you with the intent to bed you is overwhelming. He gives your plush curves loving squeezes as he reveals more and more skin.

Eventually you’re stark naked under him. You sluggishly try to cover yourself with your hands but Paul swiftly knocks them aside, pinning them to your sides so he can drink in the mouth watering image. You have no idea how many dreams he has had of you, ones concerning moments like these and ones about the life you’ll experience together in between. A gaggle of tiny feet playing tag around his throne, domestic mornings of blissful silence waltzing in the dining room.

“I…. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you, i swear it.” Your heart skips a beat, despite knowing very well that this is all some passing fancy. Dreams never have to see the light of day, so you can luxuriate in your delusions.

Paul leans down to shakily mouth at your collarbone, scraping his teeth against the skin and playing with your love handles. You whimper as he litters your rough skin with love bites, you open your mouth to apologize that it’s not as smooth as a noble consort’s would be, but something in the way he shoves his tongue in your mouth to silence you tells you he somehow already knows.

You poke and pull at his dark shirt, the fine black material feeling like heaven but you’d rather it cover your garments next to the bed.

Paul chuckles, nipping at your lips and pulling back to shirk his clothing off. He throws it across the room and goes back to kissing his way down your thick body. Once he reaches your stomach, he takes extra special care to dote on the rolls of skin, softly kissing and pressing his forehead against them.

“You would be a beautiful bride, you know…”

“Um… thank you, sir.” You squirm, all the attention on someone like you from someone like your employer’s son becoming too real. The Paul Atreides would sooner be lost to the sands of Arrakis than utter those words to you in the waking world, but perhaps your long harbored infatuation has leaked into your subconscious.

He smiles, as if charmed by your shyness. “You’re welcome, mouse.”

His favorite nickname for you, given to you due to your adorable scurrying around to avoid others and shy high pitched squeaks that you use instead of words. (Also because he saw you crouch in a corner and nibble on a piece of bread that you had managed to snag from the table.)

He sits back on his heels to grab your thighs, the skin bulging in between his fingers. He draws you into a slow and sensual kiss as he pushes them apart and sinks into the empty space. You squeak in shock when you feel something stiff press against your wet pussy, but Paul only shushes you in your head and you relax again.

“Mmm~” He hums, flicking his tongue against the seam of your lips and lifting himself to hover over you once more.

He winks before tightening his grip on your thighs and stretching them wide enough for him to slink down and have access to the small hole at their apex.

You jolt when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your mound. You squeak and try to close your thighs around his head but he doesn’t let you, keeping your thighs pinned to the bed and licking a flat stripe up your pussy.

“So sweet, mouse….” Paul grins and repeats the motion a few times. “I could just spread you out over the table whenever I need to eat.”

You moan at the attention, desperately wishing that you could grind against Paul’s mouth but it feels like something more than his grip is holding you back, something about the touch seeming too vivid. You shake the thought away and sink your fingers into his hair, brushing any strays away from his face as he moves to suck on your clit.

He hollows out his cheeks a bit to get better suction on your fat clit. Paul nuzzles his face as deep into you as he can possibly get, the chubby lips of your pussy sandwiching his nose. You wrench your eyes shut as your pleasure builds and builds, but a single thin finger eases into your hole right as you’re about to tumble over the edge. The intrusion isn’t painful so much as it is entirely foreign to you, the second finger goes in much easier.

The combination of eating you out and finger fucking you makes the knot in you stomach blessedly come undone. Paul swallows it all down like there’s no better substance in the grand scheme of the universe.

You hope to have this dream again tomorrow, even at the cost of being able to look Paul Atreides in the eyes.

[theghostinyourwalls]

I gotta get back to that Paul Atreides fic

[anystalker707]

Midnight sneak-outs

Pairing: Paul Atreides x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: You've just moved to Arrakis. Some distraction is nice, even if it involves your hidden relationship being discovered. Tags: he's very sweet / lots of kissing / hand job / this is not about 15yo Paul A/N: i've been writing less, sorry. i've been working out+working+studying, spending from 7am to 10pm out of the house, it's harsh

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          The air of Arrakis was thick and dry, enough to make your nose burn and threaten to start bleeding if you were outdoors without protection during certain hours of the day. It was very different from Caladan, uncomfortably so. You missed the cold breezes, the hikes along the woods, sleeping while it rained outside. The fact there was no way to escape this made you feel a little claustrophobic, but you tried your best not to be unpleasant, since the Atreides weren’t even obligated to bring you in the first place, but they couldn’t deny Paul’s requests, after all. You had to see the good side of it—even if it was hard and practically impossible. Arrakis seemed to trap you among its sands, even more so with how the Emperor had articulated that; it was just a one-way trip.

On the other hand, Paul seemed quite excited about it. He showed you some tools gifted to him by Duncan, the books he had found around. It was an excitement you couldn’t mirror, though you didn’t want to bring him down with it, since he’d always been so obsessed over Arrakis, extremely fascinated with it.

Paul looked over his shoulder as he walked over to the trees outside, ensuring you followed. “They say each tree consumes the same amount of water as five men. There are twenty!” He widened his eyes briefly as he placed a hand on the tree’s trunk, turning around to face you, with his free hand behind his back.

You furrowed your eyebrows, silently observing the lines of trees through squinted eyes under the harsh sunlight. They seemed sacred, holy. Their apparent aging and disposition—plus how they seemed cared for—demonstrated they held great importance. You looked into the horizon, trying not to dwell too much on the fact there were no mountains surrounding you; no hills, no woods.

“They’re huge,” you said with a hum, squinting your eyes more while looking at the top of the one you two were next to. “Are we supposed to be out here at this time of the day?” The heat felt suffocating, and unlike the cold from Caladan, you could barely escape it.

Paul shrugged, also squinting his eyes, though he was under the tree’s shadow, so you moved and joined him. It didn’t make much of a difference, and inside was probably a lot better, but being with Paul there for a little longer wouldn’t hurt. It was worth it. His eyes followed you, and his hand caught yours, lacing your fingers together to pull you closer. Paul took your other hand as well while leaning back against the tree.

“Are you feeling okay? We can head back inside,” Paul said cautiously, squeezing your hands as his eyes roamed over your features, green irises scanning your face, a search for something you couldn’t identify. Maybe you didn’t want to.

“Weather,” you said with a hum, taking a deep breath, but it failed to calm you down or do anything that mattered. The air was hot, almost burning your airways as they filled your lungs.

Paul seemed convinced, but he still looked at you as if trying to see past the armor you’d built, though he didn’t pry a lot, respecting the distance you imposed. Shaking his head, he pulled you closer instead, close enough to let his forehead rest on your shoulder and press a couple of kisses to it through the fabric. The worry that Paul usually only carried silently was not a little more evident as he stood there with you, trying to figure out how to help without suffocating you even more.

“Let’s head back inside,” Paul said, pulling you away from your thoughts. “We can go for a walk during the night. I want to explore around for a little, so it’ll be great, right? I want your company.” He lifted his head and looked at you in the eyes. A smile tugged on his lips after you nodded, eventually disappearing when he pressed his lips to yours in a soft peck.

The brief contact had your heart skip a beat and gave you comfort, even if just a little bit, even if just for a fleeting moment, and calmed the turmoil inside Paul’s chest.

          Arrakis was colder at night, and the great temperature variance was already predictable, given the planet’s characteristics. Still, it wasn’t bad. It was comfortable and refreshing, and the fact you didn’t have to wear formal clothes during the night made it more enjoyable, giving you a welcome false sensation of freedom. In contrast, Paul’s hand was warm against your own as you two walked down the halls of Arrakeen in deadly silence.

Hesitant steps eventually gained confidence once you two walked a good distance from Paul’s room, loosening your grip on each other’s hands comfortably. A guard or another walked by, but none of them seemed to notice you and Paul merged with the shadows, walking down the wide halls of the place, or maybe they didn’t want to.

It was quiet, unlike during the day, and it made Arrakis feel better, for some reason. Paul seemed as excited as he was during the day, pointing out details of the architecture or leaning against windowsills to take a look outside, peeking at the night sky and muttering about it. It was sweet, really. You spent more time looking at his face than at what Paul pointed out, making a light red tone coat his cheeks whenever his gaze caught yours.

Paul sighed as he ran his fingers along the drawings sculpted into the wall, walking each time slower until he stopped walking. “It’s pretty, don’t you think?” He looked at you again, a small smile lingering on his lips as he noticed how you paid attention to the wall as well.

“Yeah. Really catches your attention,” you muttered, meeting his eyes in the relative darkness and squeezing his hand.

Paul didn’t return his attention to the wall, instead holding your gaze. His hand tightened around yours in return, and it was practically a sign for you—a small sound escaped his lips as you stepped closer, compelling him to back up until his back met the wall. The corner where walls met was a discreet and darker spot in the hall where practically no one spared a look, so it would be even harder to be spotted there at such hours when the moons were high in the sky.

Paul’s breath fanned warmly against your skin as you leaned in, and you two just stood there in silence for a long moment, something between reaching a silent agreement with each other and checking if there was anyone nearby. From there, you didn’t need a lot of thought—your lips met Paul’s in a soft kiss, primarily tentative and gentle. His lips were warm and soft, just like you were used to, but something about kissing him in a hidden spot in the halls of Arrakeen felt different, compelling a new type of excitement to stir in the bottom of your stomach. Making out in a dark corner during such late hours of the night made everything better, the thrill and adrenaline that ran through your veins at the feeling of getting caught.

Your tongue ran along Paul’s bottom lip, snatching a soft sound from his lips, while his hand tightened around yours momentarily, hesitantly letting go so that his hand could hold on to your shoulder instead, to pull you closer to him. As Paul’s arms wrapped around your neck, he eventually melted into you, noticing your acceptance, his body tingling at the feeling of your arms firmly wrapped around his waist.

A soft sigh came from Paul the moment your tongue slipped past his lips to run along the back of his teeth and glide against his own, compelling his grip to grow tighter around you, with a new kind of urgency emerging at the deepening of the kiss, one you returned by pulling him closer and holding him tighter.  It could ruin your reputation, but it didn’t even matter now, not when you were lost in the way Paul kissed you, fingers gently caressing the back of your neck while his lips moved against yours in a perfect flow.

“Damn,” you whispered between kisses. Your attempt to catch your breath was disrupted by the continuous pecks that Paul kept pressing to your lips, arms tightening around your neck, so you ended up giving in and kissing once more, just enough to satisfy his need before your lips pressed to his jaw. Paul exhaled with a soft sound, arching his back to press more into you, groaning softly as he tilted his head to the side to give you more access to his neck and melted into your touch.

A sound echoed through the dark halls—a step? Door being closed? Weapon being adjusted? A shiver ran down your spine at the same time your blood drained to your feet, and Paul seemed to have the same reaction, both of you holding your breaths while standing as still as possible. It could be unimportant, just as much as it could be significant.

Your eyes met in the darkness, your breaths held in the deafening silence until your lungs burned, and you decided that if there were someone, they would’ve walked away. Or maybe that was just your brain convincing you to kiss Paul more, but did it really matter right now? The worries were slowly buried in the back of your head once your lips met his skin again, making his breath quiver. His arms slowly relaxed around your neck, and he was melting into your touches once again, whispering your name in a sweet and needy voice that made your heart flutter.

As much as you wanted to nibble and suck on Paul’s neck, it was a risk you didn’t want to take, even if most of his attires included turtle-neck shirts and vests. The young heir couldn’t be marked, couldn’t be touched, nothing that would ruin the Atreides’ reputation, and even so, he still indulged himself in a ‘hidden’ relationship with you, risking it all whenever proposing any sort of adventure that led you to situations like right now.

“I’m…” Paul’s breath hitched as his hands tugged on your shirt. A soft hum came from him as he shifted, managing to slip a leg between your own, allowing himself to grind against your thigh with a muffled moan. “Please,” he whispered, voice muffled by your shoulder as he pressed closer.

“No, we are—”

“Please…” Paul groaned. He buried his face in your neck, kissing a trail up to your lips, giving you a peck whenever you tried to argue against him. Who were you to resist that needy tone anyway? The way he made your heart flutter whenever giving you soft kisses, trying his best to convince you. A sigh escaped your lips before you leaned in again, taking Paul’s lips in another kiss, his bottom lip quickly caught between your teeth.

The thin fabric of Paul’s night pants was strained, tented up with the erection that ground against your thigh stubbornly until you gave his hips a harsher squeeze so that he would stay still—he did, with a whine. Among messy kisses, Paul moaned softly, trying to keep as quiet as possible while your hand slipped into his underwear and wrapped around his cock, warm and firm.

Part of you cursed Paul for having made you do that there, go all the way across the palace just to make out, but there was a different feeling to it, you couldn’t deny. Even if the chances were low, someone could still catch the two of you, and raise a scandal. Just the fact you could get caught by someone who didn’t know about your relationship, in general, made your heart race, something stirring in your lower stomach as your teeth sank harder into Paul’s lip. He whimpered, but the pain was nothing compared to the feeling that sparkled up his spine when your hand started moving around his cock.

Of course, it wasn’t the best thing in the world. It was a little stiff, but eventually better once your thumb ran across his tip, using the droplets of pre-cum to ease the friction, even if it didn’t do much.

“You’re dirty, Paul,” you whispered into his ear, squeezing his cock as you pumped him, trying to contain every involuntary thrust of his by pinning him against the wall with your free hand by the hip. His hands clung to your shoulders, most likely leaving scratches behind, despite the shirt in the way. “Does it feel good? Hm? Tell me?”

A soft whimper came from Paul in response, just at the same time his hips thrust into your hand. “Yes,” Paul groaned, voice strained as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. His attempts to keep quiet result in choked gasps and shaky breaths, but it doesn’t stop the occasional moans from escaping his lips, quiet and needy, sending sparkles down your spine. “Feels so good,” he mumbled in a shaky voice; his cock twitched in your hand, leaking more.

You knew where to touch already, the pace that made Paul quiver and had his knees go weak, so all you did was to measure well how to use that, with slow movements and grazing your thumb against a spot under the tip of his cock until he could barely hold himself together while clinging to you.

Paul mumbled something that sounded like your name, incoherent, muffled against your shoulder, which was already damp from how he pressed his mouth to it to muffle his sounds—or at least try to. It was already growing sloppy with the amount of pre-cum that dripped onto your hand, and Paul was practically doing the whole job by himself already, fucking your hand while chasing his own release. You couldn’t deny the way it made you feel, the way you swallowed dryly whilst feeling him against you, but you were already going too far by now anyway. Maybe you could do more when you headed back to his room.

“Nngh, I can’t—” Paul gasped before his cock twitched more, and there it was—he came with a soft cry, quickly limiting himself to a hiss as his nails sank into your skin through your shirt. “Fuck,” he groaned, trying to keep quiet and hold his breath while riding through his orgasm, and he finally did so, with a soft whimper. His chest heaved up and down to catch his breath, fingers slowly loosening around your shirt, and he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, blinking a couple of times. “You’re way too good,” he mumbled with a soft groan, pressing a soft peck to your lips.

“Oh?” You chuckled, pulling your hand away, and Paul quickly took care of adjusting his clothes again. “I’m not the one who suggested this, in the first place.” You glared lightly at him, and Paul shook his head in exaggerated frustration that immediately changed into a different expression when you started licking his cum away from your hand, humming faintly. “What?”

“Y’know—”

“Chambers. Now.”

[gulnarsultan]

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Gone Maid

Pairing: Dark Paul Atreides x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your jealous husband will only stop when you’re completely lonely. 

WARNINGS: Toxic Marriage. 

AN: Also thanks to the anon that sent methose 3 ideas, the credit goes to you for this amazing idea. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“Where is she?” you storm inside the room, anger bubbling inside you. 

Paul looks up, a neutral expression on his face. He slowly chews his food, impassive about your outburst.

Your anger quickly declines as the uncomfortable silence grows, the imbalance of the situation making you grow nervous. Paul doesn’t like you to argue back. 

“I want her back, Paul. Y-You can’t keep doing this.” your words cause Paul to narrow his eyes at you, a muscle contracting in his jaw. Your breath gets caught on your throat, a nervous feeling rising. 

“I can’t? Is that so?” he repeats, fork dropping to the plate with a loud crash that makes you jump a bit. 

Paul lets out a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he grabs a napkin, cleaning the sides of his mouth before joining his hands, his eyes staring into you. 

“I make the decisions I see fit for me, you and this Empire. You don’t need to be happy about them, but yes accept them.” he declares and you swallow back a snappy comment.

Stay calm and take a deep breath. Don’t let him get to you, you repeat to yourself. 

“She did nothing wrong. She never uttered a single ill word against the Empire, if that’s what you mean.” you defend your maid, who also shares your home planet.

All the rest of the maids that initially came with you now gone, sent away from you. All because of your husband’s need to isolate you, to leave you completely alone unless for his suffocating company. 

His lips curl into a malicious smile as Paul gives you a knowing look, sensing your desperation. 

“Your maid was a menace. She poisoned your mind against me and don’t you dare lie to me about that. I know the conversations you two often shared about me.” he takes a sharp breath, his blue eyes sending shivers down your body.

He can’t possibly know about that. But he does. He always does. You bite your lip, your throat constricting as the tears rise to your eyes. 

It’s more than predictable how this is going to end and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’re defenseless, powerless, as you always are against him. 

Paul rises from his seat, approaching you until he can cup your cheeks, his eyes tracing your features. 

“Don’t cry, my love. I’m the only one you need.”

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[meltedheartz]

yan!paul atreides is such a freak :(

you’re one of the emperor’s kids, introduced as his daughter despite insisting you’re a boy. you’re so pretty in his eyes :((

he loves you sm, presses kisses on your face, hands in yours, all gentle and adoring :(((

but you know for a fact there’s an underlying, deep obsession that he has with you under all that tenderness.

paul follows you like a lost puppy — constantly lingering around like he’s your second shadow

is he apologetic? not at all! he needs to make sure you’re safe at all times!! even when he’s out and about, too busy to watch you himself

‘course, the aloof idiot gives you all sorts of gifts. he buys you flowers, clothes, food, and anything you’re even remotely interested in, despite you not needing all of it :(

how else are you gonna end up dependent on him and solely him! he has to prove he can properly take care of you, duh.

not to mention how whenever he’s near you, he’s callin’ you dumb things. his pretty boy, his star, his fucking everything.

it should be unsettling — but you’ve been around him long enough to be used to it! it’s all good!!

paul also loves to visit you. a lot. stays for a few days, talks with you, does any and everything he can possibly do with you.

nd when the weirdo seeks to become the emperor? shit, best believe you’re the best candidate for that.

he does everything in his power to make it happen. and fuck, does he make it a reality, forces fate, changes his and your path when he’s wed to you :(

paul’s starin’ at you like you’re the only person in the room, clinging to you like he wants to never let go.

and paul really, really doesn’t wanna let go of you. not ever.

so when he ends up alone with you? no one else around, everyone gone home or elsewhere?

he immediately falls to his knees and takes off all your attire, pressing kisses on your tummy, all the down to your cunt.

the entire time, he’s drooling all over you, lickin’ and sucking while praising you.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

“all mine now, yeah? yeahhh, that’s it.”

“you gotta loosen up if you want me to put a baby in you, y’know. can you do that for me?”

he makes you cum all over his fingers, knuckle deep inside of your cunny with hearts in his eyes.

it’s the way he talks to you — praising you all nice nd sweetly despite the filthy words he’s saying :(

when he’s done, paul licks his fingers and stands up. he came in his pants twice just from tasting you, how many times is he gonna cum when he’s inside?

the thought has you shuddering.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

paul atreides in dune one is boyish and awkward, not having grown into his skin yet his relationship with you is more of a situationship.

he wants a relationship with you so bad but hes way too nervous to do anything about it and instead keeps you at arms length too scared he might do something to fuck up and make you not want him.

you dont fuck but hes too awkward to call it making love, he likes to lay you down and explore your body, committing every little detail to memory even though hes already memorized everything about you.

hes eager to please you, fucking you and letting you fuck him whenever and however you want, he is completely and utterly down bad for you

[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: I'm finally back! Oh my God, it's been months since I last updated! I'm so sorry you all had to wait so long. School kept me very busy. I thought I would have time to update stories, but I had so much work this semester that I didn't have any time. But, now that I'm on break, I can upload more until I go back in the middle of January.

Story inspiration here

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

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Chapter 8: Reunion

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Paul's eyes slowly opened, coming out of his unconscious state. He took in his surroundings, seeing he was on a ship with the enemy.

Jessica was tied up to a chair, gagged.

“We will drop them in the desert. Let the worms have them.” A bald guy spoke in his language, the filthy Harkonnens that captured them.

Paul took notice of something else. (Your Name) wasn't on the ship as well.

‘Where is he? Is he alright? Is he alive?’ Many questions went through his head about his childhood best friend's whereabouts and wellbeing.

Paul directed his attention back to his mother, seeing her sign something, “The scarred one is deaf.”

The Ornithopter they were in started flying, the lights inside turning green. They were flown away from the ongoing destruction of the area.

After some time, one of the Harkonnens spoke, “I've never had a highborn. You?”

“Bene Gesserit ain't no highborn.” Another one replied.

“She is highborn enough for me.”

“Let's feed the kid to the worms. And give her a long goodbye.” The deaf one joined the conversation, looking at Jessica.

Paul glared at the male, “Don't you dare touch my mother.” He threatened in a low, dark voice.

At Paul's words, one of the Harkonnens slapped Paul. “Don't talk.” The deaf one demanded.

Paul looked down, breathing in deeply. Jessica saw what her son was trying to do, “Don't! You are not ready.” She signed to him frantically.

Paul exhaled, “Remove her gag.” He tried to use the Voice, but it came out normal, a stern growl, specifically. In response to this, the guy got up and hit him in the throat, making him gag. “Shut up.”

“Find the right pitch.” Jessica signed, getting worried for Paul's safety.

“We're far enough. Let's throw the boy out.” One of the Harkonnens spoke in their language, moving to open the back of the thropter.

Paul closed his eyes, moving his head down, and flexed his jaw, concentrating hard.

The same Harkonnen came up to him, pushing harshly against his seat, and Paul looked up suddenly,

“Remove her gag.”

He commanded using the Voice, his tone dark, raspy, and spine-chilling. Not like his normal voice at all.

The Harkonnen obeyed, and in a trance, went over to Jessica and removed the gag.

Her eyes stared into the Harkonnen before she spoke, using the Voice on him too,

“Kill him.” She gestured to the scarred Harkonnen, her voice sounding more threatening than Paul's.

The male did as he was told, walking up to him and slit his throat.

“Set us free.” Jessica ordered again, the glare on her face still present.

The Harkonnen did as he was told and started to cut the rope around Paul's ankles. Though, the other Harkonnen comes from the front of the ship, putting a hand over Jessica's mouth. He tried to speak to his comrade in his language to snap him out of the trance.

Jessica resisted and bit into the hand covering her mouth, making him groan out in pain. Meanwhile, Paul used this moment to use his now free legs to trip the Harkonnen in front of him.

The other Harkonnen was about to stab Jessica, but she acted faster, “Stop! Cut the rope.” She used the Voice again. He obeyed, setting her free.

“Give me the knife.” He did so, and Jessica stabbed the Harkonnen in the neck, killing instantly.

She got up from her chair, walked over, and grabbed the last Harkonnen by the neck, slitting his throat. She went over to her son and helped him out of the rest of his bindings.

“Your pitch was too forced.” Jessica scolded.

The two looked around for supplies. Paul found something familiar. “It's a fremkit.”

Then, they suddenly heard voices come out of the radio in the Ornithopter. They paused their search to listen. But then, the lights turned red, and the engine shut off.

“They've crippled the ship.”

The mother and son walked out on the ramp, fremkit on Paul's back, they ran across the sand.

Once they reach the top of a sand dune, they froze where they were. Arrakis had fallen. Smoke, fire, and destruction everywhere.

They looked out in silent shock.

Suddenly, they heard something. Footsteps. On alert, they looked around. Then, a voice rang out.

“Paul?! Lady Jessica?!”

Paul felt his heart beat faster with relief and excitement. “(Your Name).” He whispered.

Just as he said the name, (Your Name) came into view, running towards the sand dune Jessica and Paul were standing on.

(Your Name) saw them and felt tears well up in his eyes with happiness. He ran faster and climbed up the sand dune. Paul couldn't contain his relief, and he wrapped his arms around the boy tightly, burying his face into the crook of his neck.

“I thought I lost you.” He whimpered into (Your Name)'s neck.

(Your Name) rubbed his back up and down. “No way. Takes a lot more than this to keep me down. I wouldn't have stopped until I found you again.” He whispered to him.

Paul pulled away and pressed his forehead to his. “Oh, (Your Name).” He sighed, looking into his sapphire blue eyes with his hazel green eyes, making the biggest heart eyes at his proclamation.

Lady Jessica watched the childhood best friends reunite, a small smile on her face.

(Your Name) turned to look at Lady Jessica before smiling at the older woman. “I'm relieved you're alright too.” He told her.

“The same goes for you (Your Name).”

Paul then took in (Your Name)’s appearance. “What's with the outfit?” He asked. Jessica took this chance to look at the boy' s clothes, too, and her eyes widened in realization.

(Your Name) scratched the back of his neck shyly. He awkwardly laughed. “About that…”

Just then, they all heard something. Then, purplish black smoke appeared and disappeared, in its place, was the Heartless, along with some new Heartless that were dressed like desert bandits.

((Music: Kingdom Hearts 2 OST 44: Rowdy Rumble))

(Your Name) gasped and jumped in front of the two, his Keyblade out.

“The Heartless! Stay back, I'll take care of this.”

Paul stood there in confusion and surprise at the weapon she was holding. He felt Jessica grab his arms and pull him away from (Your Name).

“What's going on?” He asked, eyes still on his childhood best friend, who had started fighting the monsters.

“He has unlocked his power.” Jessica muttered.

“This is the Haris Aldaw’s power?”

“Yes. But, he is capable of much more than what he is showing. His powers are… otherworldly.”

Just then, a Heartless snuck up behind the mother and son and tried to strike them. The two gasped and backed away.

(Your Name) saw this and pointed his Keyblade at the Heartless. “Freeze!”

The Heartless was now frozen in place. With it immobilized, (Your Name) slashed at it, destroying it.

The mother and son watched in amazement as (Your Name) fought the Heartless, slashing and hitting, casting Blizzard spells at them until they disappeared, watching the pink crystal hearts float up into the air.

There were moments when the Heartless tried to attack them and (Your Name) would come to their rescue and protect them.

Eventually the last Heartless was defeated.

((Music ends here))

(Your Name) made his Keyblade disappear, and he looked at Paul and Jessica, who looked at him in shock.

“Unreal, huh?” The boy muttered.

“That was incredible.” Paul whispered, walking to the boy. “Are you alright?” He asked, placing a hand on (Your Name)'s face, cupping his cheek.

“I'm alright, Paul. How about you two?” He asked the son and mother.

They affirmed they were alright. Paul looked around, then out where the destruction laid. “Let's go.” He said, starting to walk away. Jessica took one more look out there before following Paul.

(Your Name) looked out towards the destruction with a frown. He bit his bottom lip to keep himself from crying. He took one more look before turning away and jogging to catch up with Paul and Jessica.

The three of them now were wandering the Arrakis desert.

Jessica on the left side of (Your Name) and Paul on the right. His left hand held his tightly as they walked along the sand dunes, away from what was once their home.

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[devilsjacket]

Reqs are open but I’m mainly writing for timothée chalamets characters bc he’s my current obsession

[yandere-wishes]

I know the hype around Dune has practically died out. But would anyone be interested if I wrote something for it? I'm thinking Yandere Dune Men x reader, inspired by TTPD songs (been a long time coming). Then probably followed by a Yandere Paul x reader x Yandere Feyd (again)...

Anywho If you want to be on the taglist let me know in the comments.

[cannibalizedlove]

Since ur wanting requests what if i requested one where its laurie laurence x cowboy! Reader where laurie laurence doesn't quite like guys and has the whole attitude where he's like "two men together r gross" Bc its the 1800s but the reader has this like very attractive southern accent and flirts with laurie so much to the point laurie just melts and falls in love? Could either be smut or fluff! (I came up with this idea from a southern show I was watching lol)

This is probably the cutest request because I love cowboys and Laurie, so I hope you enjoy as much as I did! I made this one a longer one, just because I love the idea so much and wanted to create more <3

Voice like whiskey.

Information and warning — much longer fic than usual, slow burn, male reader, cowboy reader, internalized homophobia laurie, laurie being a little rude jerk, the march sisters are included, grinding, making out, alcohol, pure gayness.

You were the March sisters younger cousin, and had been popping in for holidays since you were a young child.

Even though you were never around except for birthdays and Christmas, you would always send your earnings home to the girls.

Marmee would always ask you to stay, how she had the extra room and how the girls would love to be with you — but you always had to decline, the dirt roads and cattle called for you. She always thought your work was admirable, so she never pushed.

Soon, Christmas had rolled around and it was time to go see your family. With your boots muddy, your hat containing your messy hair, and dirt on your face; you knocked on the door, greeted by the smile of sweet Amy.

“Oh my beloved, Y/N! You’re finally here for us!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and hugging your chest.

“Amy! Oh how I’ve missed you, darlin’” You chuckled, ruffling her hair and embracing her tightly.

“Where’s the others, I have much stories to tell about the trails, damn horse ran off cause of a snake, funniest thing!” You shook your head, patting Amy on the back before looking around for the other sisters you desperately missed.

“Well, Meg is at the fabric store, sewing some dress for some stupid dance I wasn’t even invited to!!” Amy grumpily replied with her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as she continued; “Beth’s upstairs reading her music, you know how she is.. Oh, and Jo’s out in backyard with Mr. Laurence.” Amy said his name in a singy-songy voice.

You looked at the young girl with confusion, shocked at the new name, had Jo fell for some man? Impossible you thought, she’d never settle down and throw away her freedom for some boy.

“Mr. Laurence? Who in the Lords name is that.” You asked, making your way to back door as you tracked mud throughout the house, something Marmee would scold you for later.

“Oh, hes a fine young gentleman, you’ll like him!” Amy giggled, sitting down in the living room as she watched the fires flames grow with amazement.

You made your way out back, watching as Jo— and who you assumed was Mr. Laurence — rough housed.

“So when are you plannin’ on greetin’ me, you rascal?” You called out to Jo, watching affectionately as she laughed and smiled playing with her friend.

“Y/N! My boy!” Jo announced, pushing Mr. Laurence off of her and into the cold grass.

She ran to you, wrapping you in her arms with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you dearly. I can’t wait to hear about the trail stories!”

The Laurence descent watched with a cocked eyebrow, dusting his fancy winter clothes off as he approached you.

“Hello. I’m Laurie.” The boy said flatly, he was a bit taller than you, pale, and overwhelmingly handsome.

“Why, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. This your boyfriend Jo?” You teased, elbowing her shoulder with a grin, resulting in a slap on the chest and a groan from you.

Laurie didn’t know what he was feeling, your eyes had a fire he hadn’t seen before, your hat casted shadows on your face that perfectly carved it like a statue. Your voice was like whiskey, he thought, but Laurie was refusing the drink.

“Who’s this Jesse James rip off..” Laurie whispered to Jo, taking a dig at your stereotypical attire.

“Laurie, this is my cousin, he’ll be staying with us while the holidays are going on. Y/N, this is my neighbor, Mr. Laurie Laurence.” Jo explained in an announcing speech.

As the day wore on, you found yourself trying to talk to Laurie more and more, each time he’d blow you off. This caused a pang in your heart, but you knew your charm had never let you down.

During dinner you had taken a seat next to him, and spread your legs enough to make the two of yours knees touch. This connection made Laurie blush, but never once moved his knee; a good sign you believed.

You told the stories about the cattle running off, and how your horse got spooked by a rattle snake leaving you in the middle of the trail.

Some of them would earn an under the breath laugh from Laurie, but most would result in a scoff and eye roll.

This cat and mouse game only made you want him more.

The girls were in the living room, Marmee had went to bed early, and you two boys were in the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of rum, and offered Laurie one in good manners.

“No thanks, Billy the Kid.” Laurie huffed, leaning up against the kitchen island, the opposite side of you. The whole night he had been taking jabs at your country twang, your dirty boots and roughed up clothes.

Each time you felt like dropping the whole thing more and more, hell it was the 1800’s, men weren’t allowed to be together. There wasn’t a point in the hopeless flirting, you knew it wouldn’t work, yet you craved for him to feel the same.

“Come on, lighten up, old boy.” You playfully hit his arm, leaning against the island, taking a sip of your alcohol.

“Stop flirting with me. I don’t swing that way.” Laurie spat, and you felt your heart drop.

You knew from the beginning, but hearing it out loud was a pain much worse than the idea of it.

Laurie watched as the color drained from your face, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.

Laurie was sure he was straight, he believed women were gorgeous and his grandfather always told him he was going to marry a woman.

Yet, all that was thrown out the window with you. You were so charming, and as much as he led on that he thought your outlaw attire was ridiculous, he thought your tight jeans with that belt were extremely tantalizing.

All you could reply with was a nod, you took your drink into the living room and joined the sisters in their activities.

It didn’t last long before you decided to wallow in your tears in the comfort of the Marches guest room.

You made your way up the stairs, entered the room and shut the door, quietly sobbing against it. You hated this, you wanted to be ‘normal’, you wanted to have a wife and live comfortably, but it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

You had stripped down to your boxers and dirt stained shirt, laying on the bed with your head in your hands, when a knock broke you out of your trance.

“Not in the mood, Amy.” You yelled out, just wanting to be left alone in your hour of rejection.

“It’s Laurie.” A beautiful voice from the other side of the door called.

‘Is he really here just to make you feel worse?’ You thought. How stuck up could one man be! You were expecting more insults to be spat out by him as you opened the door.

“What can I do for you.” You asked coldly, only to look up and see tears in the taller males eyes.

He let himself in, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands awkwardly rubbing against his knees.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve acted. I’m.. embarrassed of the truth I guess.” Laurie said quietly, like he was ashamed to even speak privately about it.

“Embarrassed about what, Laur?” You sat next to him, his eyes tightly screwing shut as he smelt your attracting musk.

“You can tell me, if its about ear-“ You were completely cut off, Laurie grabbed your face, smashing your lips into yours and pulling you closer.

He greedily grabbed for all of you, he needed you like you were his oxygen source. He crawled ontop of you, sitting on your lap and licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, when you graciously accepted his request, he dug in like a starving man.

Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately, you won. Needy moans escaped from his pretty lips, and he grinded down on your growing bulge.

His entire body was heating up, his mind was melted, all he knew was your mouth and he was obsessed with it. Laurie didn’t know if it was the rum, or your taste, but he was completely drunk off of it.

When you pulled away slightly for a moment to catch your breath, Laurie backed away, his face a shade of bright red that you could see even though the dimly lit room.

“I thought you didn’t.. swing that way.” You asked in shallow breaths, touching your lips in a complete state of shock.

“I don’t know. I just know I want you. I’ve never felt this way before.” He said, hiding his face in his hands, afraid of ruining everything.

“That’s okay, Laurie-Darlin’. We’ll figure it out together.” You held his face in your calloused hand, keeping his eyes on you.

“Just come here, country boy.” He pressed his lips against yours once again, a softer more gentle approach than before.

Your voice was like whiskey, and he was finally accepting the drink.